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tickly-trashcan · 4 years

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A Special Way {TodoDeku}

Hello anon, thank you for the prompt! This one got a bit longer than I expected i apologize, but i still hope you enjoy it!

edit: i completely forgot the ‘read more’ fdjkdbfdjdksbj sorry bout that

Summary: Midoriya realizes that everything Todoroki does makes him flustered, and so they decide to think of a way to change that!

Word Count: 1.6k (under the cut)

Midoriya sat on his dorm bed, bored out of his mind. He had already finished all his homework for the week, could he study? No, he didn’t have any tests coming up soon that would warrant that… Could he rearrange his All Might figure collection? No, he had just done that last week…

He sighed as he rolled onto his back, pulling out his little flip phone and clicking a few buttons, scrolling through his contacts for someone he could maybe hang out with. As he scrolled through, he kept remembering that everyone on the list had plans that day. Ochako and Tsuyu went to get some ice cream, Iida was visiting his brother…

Then there was Todoroki.

Was Todoroki doing anything that day? He couldn’t remember, Todoroki didn’t like to talk about himself and his plans that much.

It had been almost a month since he and Todoroki had started dating, and yet he still felt nervous and Todoroki had a hard time opening up to him… Midoriya sighed, remembering their first date when they went to tea and sat there awkwardly, Midoriya unable to formulate and Todoroki being too shy to start any sort of conversation. But in spite of that, it had gotten a bit better, although it was still difficult for Midoriya not to blush at every single thing Todoroki did.

Midoriya took a shaky breath and sent a text to Todoroki, asking if he could stop by his dorm. Midoriya sat up, holding his phone with a shaky hand as he waited for a response.

Seen.

Midoriya felt a sudden rush of warmth run over his back as he waited for the typing bubbles to pop up… any minute now…

Did Todoroki leave him on read?

Maybe he was busy, and Midoriya just bothered him, shoot! Midoriya slammed his hands against his face and groaned, falling back on his bed, rolling from side to side in shame.

He sat there for a while, trying to think of another person he could possibly hang out with when he heard a knock at his door.

“Midoriya, are you in here?”

That voice… Was it Todoroki? Midoriya jumped up and ran towards the door, tripping clumsily over his chair, stubbing his toe as he cried out in pain.

The door opened on his own as Midoriya hunched over in pain, Todoroki walking in and kneeling down next to Midoriya, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Are you alright, Midoriya? Did you hurt yourself?”

Midoriya shook his head, a blush creeping up his cheeks as Todoroki’s grip on his shoulder tightened, Midoriya letting go of the foot he was clutching to wave his hands around.

“I-I’m fine, don’t worry about me! Sorry, I thought you were busy, I wasn’t expecting you,”

“I was just doing some schoolwork, I’d rather be spending time with you anyway.” Todoroki said plainly, his expression as unreadable as ever as Midoriya blushed at his words, covering his face as he did so.

“How can you say that so easily?!” Midoriya squeaked, making Todoroki smile slightly.

“Because I care about you Midoriya,” He said, again in his mildly monotone voice. Midoriya blushed again, crawling over to his bed and hiding his face in his pillow, whining.

“It’s not fair, I can’t say things like that!”

“Why not?” Todoroki asked, following Midoriya to the bed, sitting down next to Midoriya’s curled up body, rubbing his back.

“I get so… flustered, I don’t know. It’s hard to say them because I just get so nervous,” Midoriya tried to explain, burying his face further into the pillow, muffling his words even more.

Todoroki was barely able to understand what Midoriya was saying, but he got the gist, stopping his hand and scooting himself further up the bed, tugging at the pillow that Midoriya was clutching.

“How about we try and find a way to make you less nervous? What did All Might say before that training session… get your wiggles out? Something like that, we can get the nervousness out,” Todoroki said caringly, finally pulling the pillow away from Midoriya, who looked up at him with a confused expression, an expression that made Todoroki’s heart rate increase slightly.

“Um, I don’t really know what can… heh, ‘get my wiggles out’,” Midoriya giggled, looking up at Todoroki.

“Anything that makes you feel better? Like going for a walk, or maybe training?”

Midoriya thought for a moment… something that made him feel better after…

He blushed slightly, reaching again for the pillow that Todoroki had tugged away, Todoroki grabbing it before Midoriya could.

“No hiding. Did you think of something?”

“Yes, but it’s embarrassing!”

Todoroki chuckled. “Everything’s embarrassing for you, Midoriya, just tell me.”

Midoriya covered his face with his hands, whining as Todoroki sighed. “Take as long as you need, I just want to help Midoriya,”

Todoroki was about to get up from the bed before Midoriya grabbed his wrist, pulling him back down. Todoroki scooted even closer to Midoriya, leaning down slightly.

“C-Can you… tickle me?”

Todoroki blinked a few times. He was expecting a few things but he wasn’t expecting… that.

With lack of verbal response from Todoroki, Midoriya’s mind began to race.

“A-Ah I’m sorry! I didn’t actually mean it, I can think of something els- Ack!”

He was cut off suddenly when Todoroki pounced on him, pinning him to the bed by straddling his waist, hovering over him with a small grin on his face, Midoriya blushing more at the sight.

“I-I, ah,” Midoriya tried to formulate, Todoroki setting his hands on Midoriya’s tummy, the warm and cool temperatures from both of them sending tingles up Midoriya’s spine as he looked down at Todoroki’s hands.

“I’ll be gentle, okay?”

Before Midoriya could speak out any flustered response, Todoroki lightly scratched his hands on Midoriya’s tummy, who immediately erupted in bubbly giggles.

“Eeheeheeheehee, Todoroki! W-Wahahahait!” Midoriya swatted at Todoroki’s hands, covering his mouth with one hand to try and suppress the giggles that kept bubbling out of his throat.

“I’ll stop whenever you want me to, okay?” Todoroki said gently, his hands now exploring Midoriya’s sides as he let out a squeak, his giggles slowly forming into laughter.

Midoriya nodded, covering his mouth with both hands as Todoroki continued his torture. It was very ticklish, yes, but it was also gentle, and it made Midoriya feel safe as he laughed, Todoroki slowly going up to his ribs. Midoriya jolted and Todoroki halted.

“Not here?”

“Nohohoho, it’s… it’s okay,” Midoriya blushed, Todoroki smiling as he dug his fingers in a bit harder than before into Midoriya, showing that the gentle warm-up from earlier was over and it was time for some serious tickles and loud laughter, which quickly followed from Midoriya.

He twisted around slightly under Todoroki, but with him on top it was hard to move at all, so Midoriya could do nothing but cackle as Todoroki scooted down slightly in his straddle, squeezing Midoriya’s hips, who let out a loud shriek, followed by a flood of loud laughter.

“Waahahahahait Todoroki! Nohohohoho, not there!” Midoriya whined, swatting at Todoroki’s hands. Todoroki merely grinned down at Midoriya and continued to tickle him.

“You asked for it, and I’m only gonna stop when you ask,” Todoroki explained simply, drilling his fingers into Midoriya’s hip bone. Midoriya let out a loud yelp.

“AHAHAHAhahahahahaha, nooo!” Midoriya screamed, squirming violently as Todoroki mercilessly tickled one of his worst spots.

“Does it tickle bad here? Want me to change spots?” Todoroki asked, slowing his pace as Midoriya giggled breathlessly.

“P-Please,”

Todoroki nodded, lifting up Midoriya’s thin T-shirt he was wearing.

“Wh- huh?!” Midoriya gasped, not expecting that to happen. Before he could say anything else, however, Todoroki’s hands descended upon his tummy once more, Todoroki using his nails to scratch gently at Midoriya’s sensitive skin, driving him very quickly up the wall as he arched his back, screaming with laughter.

“NAHAHAHAhahaha!! T-Tohohohohodorokii!” Midoriya managed to gasp out through his mad cackles, twisting from side to side as Todoroki had one hand drum up Midoriya’s ribs while the other went under his unprotected arm.

Midoriya felt tears prick the corners of his eyes, he felt like he’d need to ask Todoroki to stop soon if he didn’t want to pee himself, but at the same time… he felt like he didn’t want this to stop. It was nice being this close to Todoroki, he didn’t feel flustered or embarrassed and, even though he was being tickled to death, it still made him feel more comfortable around him.

He was so caught up in his own thoughts and the sensations overwhelming his body, Midoriya didn’t notice Todoroki lower his head towards his tummy until it was too late.

Pbft!

Midoriya screamed, pushing at Todoroki’s head as he continued to blow raspberries all over Midoriya’s tummy, hands still working right at his lower ribs. Midoriya felt tears finally trickle out of his eyes as he desperately gasped out.

“STOHOHOP!! Plehehease no mohohohohohore!”

As soon as those words were spoken, Todoroki lifted his head up, along with his hands, as Midoriya greedily gulped in as much air as he could, thankful that he could finally breathe normally again.

“Did I go too far?” Todoroki asked innocently, tilting his head to the side a bit. Midoriya shook his head.

“No, noho you didn’t… ah that actually helped a lot, thank you…” Midoriya muttered, blushing slightly, partially from the tickle attack he still hadn’t recovered from.

Todoroki smiled, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Midoriya’s temple. Midoriya flushed, pulling away slightly, but then he laughed slightly.

“I didn’t feel as embarrassed that time!” He said proudly, Todoroki chuckling.

“I guess I’ll have to tickle you a lot from now on then,” He said, raising his hands again.

“Wait, I’m not embarrassed right now, wahahahahait!”

#i got a bit carried away with this one dbsbjdb sorry #todoroki #midoriya #mha #prompts #anon

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wonderwomanfantasy · 4 years

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A bad day with a happy ending

This is super fluffy I hope you enjoy it.

Omega!Tamaki x Alpha!reader

word count: 1,300(about)

warnings: angst (there is a fluffy ending), sexual assault, smut, oral, cursing,

summary: Tamaki wanted nothing more than to curl up into a ball and die at this point, which was maybe a tad dramatic but lucky for him his Alpha is there to make him feel better.

To say Tamaki had been through a lot today would be an understatement. He was mobbed by the press before he could even get through the door to his office. They bombarded him with questions and refused to let him go. There wasn’t even another hero for him to hide behind. Tamaki did his best to stutter out his answers but he couldn’t help but think that everything he said was wrong.

So by the time he had gotten to his office, he was emotionally exhausted. Tamaki decided to stay in today and sent other heroes out on patrol. while he busied himself during research on a cold case from years ago. He spent hours following what he thought was a lead only to find out that it was a dead-end and he had done nothing but waste time. His head was starting to hurt, he just wanted to go home, but it wasn’t even early enough for him to take his lunch break.

The remaining hours dragged by at an agonizing pace and everything that could go wrong did. Coffee was spilled on him, his computer crashed, he stubbed his toes and cut his fingers on documents. It all seemed minor and if it was any other day he wouldn’t have bothered him, but everything seemed to compound.

Tamaki eagerly walked to his car ready to go home and collapse, but of course, things never went his way. his nose twitched as he caught the scent of a rutting alpha. His whole body tensed up and before he knew it he was thrown into the cement wall of the garage building.

“aren’t you just adorable,” the Alpha slurred almost drunkenly pinning him to the wall. Tamaki would have shoved him off but he had hit his head hard and his vision was blurry.

“bet you take cock like a good boy,” They chuckled licking the column of Tamaki’s neck. Tamaki regained his scenes enough to shove his attacker away and make run to his car. He called security and warned them about the alpha in the garage while he caught his breath. his whole body was shaking and it didn’t help that he still smelled like the stranger.

Now he didn’t even want to go home. He knew that it wasn’t his fault but he couldn’t help but worry that you would be mad at him. He drove home in silence his worry and discomfort only growing.

you heard the front door open then shut quietly alerting you that your mate was home, then the stench of a rutting alpha hit you. Normally that would be enough to upset you but the fact that you could also smell the fear rolling off, Tamaki. your legs moved without thinking

“Amajki?” you called racing towards him. he was shaking and tears spilled down his cheeks.

“Please don’t be mad!” he stuttered you gently took him your arms and did your best to calm him down.

“Shh Amajki I won’t be mad just tell me what happened,” it was hard to stop yourself from growling, but you knew getting angry wouldn’t help right now. he explained to you that he had been attacked.

“that’s terrible Omega,” you growled, you were beyond pissed, you wanted nothing more than to find the bastard who had hurt him and wring their neck.

“you go take a shower and I’ll wash your clothes, then we can relax together,” you purred guiding him gently out of the entryway.

“can we take a bath together instead?” he asked so quietly that you almost didn’t hear him. you nodded,

“anything you want baby,”

The tub wasn’t really meant for two people but you both managed to squeeze together under the warm water. Tamaki nuzzled your neck trying to get some of your scent on him. even out of his clothes he still smelled too much like the stranger.

you lathered his body in soap and slowly but surely he began to smell like himself again but that wasn’t enough for him.

“Alpha? Will you scent me?” he whispered, not wanting to break the quiet atmosphere. you cupped his cheeks and scented him gingerly.

“I love you Tama’ “ you muttered and kissed his forehead he tilted his head back and pursed his lips silently asking for a kiss. you smiled and pecked him on the lips. he pouted.

“Alpha please don’t tease,” he huffed. Despite what Tamaki claimed you knew that he loved being teased, just a little bit. you kissed him a second time, this time letting your mouth linger. Tamaki took your hand off his face and moved it under the water and placed your hand on his hip, a surprisingly bold move for him. you squeezed his hip.

your tongue slipped into his mouth and your hands drew him closer, so he was sitting in your lap. Warm water sloshed around the two of you as you changed positions. Now all you could smell in the room was Tamaki’s arousal your hand slipped down and groped his ass. he jumped making water splash outside the tub.

“maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” you giggled. his face flushed and he nodded. you helped him out of the tub and didn’t bother toweling him off before lifting him in your arms and caring him into your shared bedroom. you gently laid him down and caged him in-between your arms.

it was nice, your every touch was gentle and comforting. He always felt so safe when you were on top of him. you tilted his head to the side and kissed his neck.

“Mark me Alpha,” he muttered. you looked at him quizzically “So everyone knows who I belong to,” he gulped. you sucked the skin of his neck into your mouth and teased it with your teeth you continued this until he was left with a nice size hickey on his neck. your mouth wandered over his neck and gently took his hard cock in your hand. you pumped him up and down making him hiss.

“does it feel good ‘Mega?” you asked,

“yes Alpha please don’t stop,” he sighed, spreading his legs. He could feel you smirk against his skin each time he shuddered or moaned. It was embarrassing how well you knew his body. as your kisses traveled from his throat to his chest, then to his belly. He blushed when he realized where you were headed.

“(y/n) you don’t have to-” words seemed to fail him when you bit down on his hip bone.

“let me take care of you Omega,” you purred and dragged your tongue down his pelvic bone. He moaned loudly when you enveloped his dick in your soft, warm mouth. you bobbed your head up and down his shaft. your eyes fixed on his watching his face contort in pleasure. his hands fisted in the sheets beneath him, clenching and unclenching as he gasped for air.

If Tamaki was brave, he would have carded his fingers threw your hair and move your mouth for you at the pace he wanted, or hold your face still while he bucked his hips into your mouth. But Tamaki didn’t have the guts to do something like that. so Instead he just begged.

“More (y/n) I- I need more.p-please.” he whimpered his hips raised off the bed slightly before you gently pushed him back down. your tongue wrapped around the head of his cock before your cheeks hollowed out around him. He cried out his whole body shook.

“Alpha I’m so close,” he whimpered. you sucked harder almost challenging him to cum.

His back arched when his orgasm hit. you continued to bob your head as hot cum filled your mouth. you pulled back and opened your mouth and showed him the cum that coated your tongue.

“shit,” he muttered looking down at you. your mouth closed and you swallowed thickly. you were so beautiful, he couldn’t believe you were his. “do you want something to drink, or to eat Tama?” you asked getting to your feet. “or do you want to cuddle?”

“cuddle with me, please”

#imagine tamaki #tamaki x reader #Tamaki Amajiki #bnha tamaki #mha tamaki #alpha tamaki #omega tamaki #alpha reader #amakiji tamaki x reader #my hero academia #my hero acadamy #my hero academia imagine #my hero academia abo #my hero academia head cannon

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piprocrastinator · 3 years

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Cream Sauce of My Thoughts

MewGulf

Crack fic

Gulf has a bad day and goes to the grocery store

Warning - implied content and dirty words..

Length: 3703

https://archiveofourown.org/works/24746140

Gulf was having a bad day.

Like a really bad day.

Worse than a moderate inconvenience day which seems to be most days that he has to go to class and work. It was worse than that. Although in all reality his tolerance for bad days was low and he had been called dramatic for his renditions of a whining child on his other so-called bad days, so maybe his perception wasn't too great with them, to begin with. Most days he complained about having a bad day were just average days that didn’t include him playing his mobile game for eight hours straight. And today he wasn’t playing his mobile game all day so you know, a bad day ... that seemed to escalate very quickly, like a rock rolling down a hill.

But he still somehow managed to land… a date with his crush?

Hold on. Was it really a bad day then? Sure didn't feel like one up until that moment.

His day had started out fine, besides the waking up part and having to go to class part. Otherwise fine. But he realized as he was awoken to the loud shrill sound of his alarm that he was late. Which normal meant, hurrah for him, he can skip and sleep more but not today. Today that meant that he was late and had five minutes to run to the library to print off an essay that was due that day and he had stayed up late last night finishing it because he spends the whole week playing mobile games instead of his paper. So today's late was not good, at all. Not if he wanted to pass his class.

Scrambling out of bed, slamming into the ground, hard, as his feet tangled with his sheets because why not have his morning start out being late and having bruises. He manages to just barely miss the door as he skids out of his room but stubs his toe in his haste against the wall.

It really should have been a sign from the universe that something was wrong. But he persevered because he didn’t get two hours of sleep working on a paper for nothing. Thankfully the journey to the library was quicker than usual. Normally it took fifteen minutes while today took six and as he ignored his throbbing legs and his screaming lungs as he waited for his paper to print he wondered if maybe he had joined the football team in college he might be in better shape to have made it even quicker. His glares at the machine as it slowly hums to life printing one of the sheets before claiming a paper jam. He checked the drawer. Nothing. He tapped the screen and the machine continued, one more page and then the paper jam screen.

Fucks sakes.

Repeated the process. One more sheet. He needed two more to be done.

Inhaling before huffing out an exhale as he repeated the process until his pages were all printed before sprinting to class, tripping up the steps and almost losing two of the sheets before thankfully catching them with his face against the ground in a second trip straight after the first, because the universe was feeling slapstick comedy today it seemed.

For those keeping track at home that’s-

Universe: 3 Gulf: 0

Quickly checking his nose for blood, finding none before sprinting to the door to his class. Glancing inside, he waited until his teacher was facing the board before sneaking in the back and finding the closest empty chair.

When class ended he followed the stream of students to the teacher's desk where he casually wrote his name in attendance while the teacher looked away before through his now stapled essay onto the stack with all the others.

Universe: 3 Gulf: 1

Feeling accomplished and most of this bad mood having dispersed throughout class he heads back to his dorm for some much-needed gaming and cookies. He wasn’t normally one for sweets but he had recently found these cookies that seemed to disregard his non-sweet tooth and he’d honestly been bingeing them for the past week. It also didn’t help that he’d seen Mew –that one classmate from his elective art class that he had the biggest crush on - eating them. He knew Mew had a sweet tooth and had not so subtle watched him eat ice cream after class a few times from the ice cream truck that makes rounds on Tuesday and Thursday to the campus. He was pretty sure Mew had a magical tongue.

For ice cream, strictly ice cream. He never had a dream about Mew licking a certain something else. Never.

The joyful thoughts of cookies and games filling his mind he failed to see the person speeding walking around the corner, and their precariously held open cup of coffee.

Coffee meet pants. Oh, how nice to scold you.

Universe: 4 Gulf: 0

Wait no he’ll give himself .5 for actually getting his paper turned in so

Universe: 4 Gulf: 0.5

Gulf hiss as the hot liquid spills over his jeans, he can hear the apologetic voice of the person he ran into but he waves it off. The dark cloud was back with a vengeance it seemed. He cared about nothing else at that moment then getting his pants off and as soon as he stomped into his dorm his pants flung across the room narrowly missing Mild who was sitting on their couch, textbook pulled to his nose.

“Welcome home.” Mild chided sarcastically glancing over his book to watch Gulf rummage through the cabinets like a crazy maniac. Which he was. He was mad and he wanted cookies. Where were his cookies?

“If you’re looking for your cookies, they’re gone.” Gulf glares before following the finger Mild has pointed to the fridge. The whiteboards read Grocery list then underneath Cookies in giant lettering and multiple lines underneath.

Gulf groans slamming his head into the fridge, he could hear the wince Mild made but ignored in favor of yelling at last night him for finishing off the cookies without proper forethought to future today him who needed the cookies. How rude of himself to be so rude to him.

“You can just buy more.” Mild states like Gulf doesn’t already understand that he could but he wants them now not in the twenty minutes it’ll take to get to the store buy them and walk back.

“You can just buy more.” Gulf mocked back in a whiney tone as he stomped to his room. He’s going to go buy more because what other option does he have.

He stared at his overflowing laundry basket and then his drawers, realizing that his past self procrastinating laundry day in favor of video games has come back to haunt him and all of his pants were dirty and the only cleans on left were a pair of shorts that were both too short and too tight but he refused to throw them away because both Mild and his mother had told him he needed too. It had been a matter of pride at the time that he can’t say he regrets but really wishes he would have thrown them out and bought a new pair as he puts them on now.

They weren’t that bad, they would do well enough for him to get to the store and back because right now he wanted cookies or he was going to do something crazy. Like jerk off and go to sleep ignoring all responsibility. Which he shouldn’t do. Look at him making the responsible choice for once and all in the name of cookies.

He needed cookies to make his day better so he could do laundry and then he could be comfy in clean clothes while working on his final projects as the semester was coming to a close and all his teachers seemed to think that he wasn’t some who procrastinated all semester and they all assigned projects. Projects that he was now in a time crunch to finish. Thus he was taking the day back from the humorless universe and for that, cookies.

“Nice ass.” Mild yells after him complete with a wolf whistle. Gulf threw a finger back at him over his shoulder, "And get milk too.”

Stomping through the isles in search of the holy grail was harder than he thought mostly because he refused to look at signs and they apparently rearranged the store without telling him (hindsight a few days later would have him realize that they, in fact, were not changed his mood just created a mist of denial). So who knows where his precious cookies are at. It matches his day so he wasn’t surprised by his troubles to find his precious cookies.

“Young man.” Gulf skids to a halt in front of an older lady, who looked about the age of his grandmother, she smiles at him before pointing to the top shelf. “Mind helping an old lady out. I need that jar of cream sauce but I can’t reach it.”

All the manners his parents had instilled into his flared into action because of course, he could help her. Sure it slowed down the process of finding his long lost love, cookies, but it was worth it to help someone. He smiled and reached for the jar, his fingers touched the side when he noticed movement down the aisle. A person, was that Mew? Fuck it was. Mew was walking down the aisle staring at him. More importantly, staring at his shorts. He could feel the gaze. It was those damn shorts. Thank you shorts?

It was at that moment that he realized the universe had one last trick up its sleeve. He was so distracted with Mew's gaze that his fingers tipped the jar, it hit the shelf before the lid popped off and the white cream sauce dumped from the glass container pouring down his chest and thighs. Which really, really was the frosting to his cake at that moment. The universe was literally jizzing on him. Oh universe, why?

“Oh, dear.” The lady clicked her tongue before pulling out a handkerchief from her purse and handing it to him. “What a mess.”

“Let me help.” Gulf head swiveled around to face Mew, who had managed to make it all the way down the aisle to them and was right there. Right there in front of him, staring at the white sauce messy he had all over his front. It definitely brought up images of a different white substance that Gulf had dreamed about just last night, it too involved Mew in front of him but they were vastly different circumstances. Somehow this scene was still giving him the deja vu feel because of how similar they were.

He regrets deciding to go to this grocery store because he knows that Mews family owns it and that Mew works here. He purposely goes to this one store only when he looks good so he pretends that he wasn’t living a life fueled by fried basil pork and phone games -and now apparently cookies. He wanted to ogle Mew from a distance and in the off chance that Mew saw him, he looked good. He had set out that plan long ago to slowly attract Mew.

This was not part of the plan. And he defiantly didn’t look good now. He looked the opposite of good. He looked bad. Real Bad. He was wearing shorts that were too tight and too short, white cream sauce covering his front and he was pretty sure that there was a patch of hair sticking up somewhere on his head from the way he slept that he had purposely been ignoring all day. He looked a mess. He was a mess.

Universe: 5 Gulf: 0

Actually he takes that back at this moment he gives himself a negative point because he went to this grocery store and not a different one.

Universe: 5 Gulf: -1

Gulf wasn’t sure what happened but one second he was idly dabbing the front of his shirt with the borrowed handkerchief trying to not look up at Mew in the very vain hope that Mew wouldn’t recognize him (Blatantly ignoring the fact that they had previously made eye contact) and the next second Mew was ushering him to the back of the store and into some office. He kept his head down the whole time, maybe if he didn’t look at Mew then Mew would still think he was cute and not a mess. Maybe this embarrassing moment wouldn't ruin his non-existence chance with Mew.

Though to be fair he was pretty sure no matter what happened, he knew later that night he would one hundred percent be jerking off to thoughts about Mew licking cream sauce off his dick much like he’d seen him do the ice cream cones much time before. And yes he is aware that it makes him feel a tiny bit creepy thinking about someone else in that sense but Mew was too attractive and hot to not to.

He plopped into the chair as Mew turned and left the room. Now he was sitting in some uncomfortable old chair that looked older than he was, in a tiny office the was surprisingly organized for being so crowded with what Gulf assumed was paperwork. Now what. Sneak out before Mew gets back to save face? There wasn’t anything else besides the handkerchief to clean himself.

Maybe he should call Mild and ask for some shorts to change into so he doesn’t have to walk back to the dorm like this.

He smears the sauce over his thighs, making a lazy figure eight as he pouts. He didn’t even get his cookies. Now he’s going to have to go home and change then come back to get cookies. Before he gets any more time to try and think of a solution (ie, sulk) about his situation he hears the door open.

“Here,” Mew squats down in front of Gulf holding out a wet washcloth. Gulf flushes - because who wouldn’t when your crush is suddenly so close that only small movement could have him touching your knee or better yet falling into your lap.

“Thanks.” Gulf wipes himself off trying not to think of how close Mew is, or how close Mew's hand is as it hovers by his knee as if waiting for Gulf to ask for its help. And Gulf wants to ask. He is all for asking Mew to use his long veining hands to rub his thighs—

“It’s not cum.” Gulf sputters out then instantly tries to retract his words by sputtering before he finally stares, eyes wide at his legs. Why did he say that? Why? What was wrong with his brain to mouth filter?

Mew lets out a tiny awkward chuckle, “I’m very uh, aware of the difference between cream sauce and… cum. But uh, thank you for clarifying.”

“Yeah me too… uh, I mean, you’re welcome.” Gulf was pretty sure at that moment that his face had simply turned into flames and was burning off, melting into his lap. Or that is to say, his face was very very warm.

“Our shelves can be tall, maybe next time if you need help-”

“I’m tall,” Gulf shouts defiantly, then shrinks back. “I mean, I’m tall enough. I can reach them fine.”

“Are you sure?” Gulf could her the light tone that was meant to be a joke but the embarrassment must have fried his brain because he stood up out of his so quickly that Mew toppled over. There was a second where Gulf watch his flail before he reached forward to pull him into a stand in front of him. Mew hands on his arm for support, chest to chest (well almost because he was still sticky but they were definitely close). Mew's hands hoover over his hips for a moment before they fall back to his sides and Gulf can see Mew's eyes glance between them. It's definitely the shorts and he can't tell if he should wear them more or through them out but there's something in Mews eyes as he gives them a glance.

“See,” Gulf grumbles eyes looking over Mew's face. This was the first time he’d been this close and honestly, he wasn’t sure he could handle Mew being this close. All Mews very intense eye contact. What were they trying to say because they were dancing in a way the Gulf didn't understand but very much so wanted to. “Taller.” He whispers.

Mew snorts amused before reaching up to ruffle his hair -Gulf may or may not have felt his heart pouter to a stop momentarily at the action- before he said “You may be taller but I’m bigger.”

Gulf gulped at the smirk on Mew's face. His eyes trailing from Mew's face to his broad chest. Mew was one thousand percent correct about that fact. Gulf was a few centimeters taller but Mew was broader. He could blanket Gulf in a hug. Gulf wished Mew would blanket him in a hug. Maybe a naked hug. Maybe a naked sweaty hug. He stares at Mew’s chest for longer than can be considered decent and he knows this because Mew does a fake cough to get his attention and when they make eye contact again Mew raises a brow.

“I’m pretty strong too,” Mew says softly. Gulf nods absently trying not to think of how strong Mew might be. He doesn’t need any more fuel for his not safe for work dreams at night. “I can easily lift the sake of potatoes and throw it against the wall.”

Gulf opens his mouth in question but then laughs -a little louder than he meant to- because was that Mew trying to flirt? “What? I can’t tell if you're flirting or threatening me.”

“Wha-no, I was trying- you know.” Mew sputters and for the first time, Gulf sees Mew blush. “That was flirting.” He says in a low tone that borders a whine.

Oh, no Gulf’s heart, Mew’s not supposed to be both sexy and cute, he couldn’t handle it. “Throwing me against a wall is flirting?”

“Maybe not throwing…” Mew trails over and Gulf can see the muscles in his arms tense for a moment. “Lifting, holding maybe.”

“Like potatoes?” Gulf asks and then snickers when Mew rolls his eyes with a smirk.

“Not sure why you’d be flirting?” Gulf tugs at his own dirty shirt, “Is it because I’m covered in a white liquid substance?”

“You got me there. The white stuff is such a turn on.” Mew's tone was sarcastic yet amused, his eyes sparkling. Gulf was maybe just a little enamored. (ok super enamored.)

“Turns me on.” Gulf looks at him from under his lashes. He’s not really sure if it will work but he’s seen enough of those romantic comedy movies to know that it should. Gulf waits for a beat as Mew's eyes grow wide then says, “See that’s flirting.”

Gulf smiles widely at the belly laugh from Mew. Mew takes a step back as he settles down, his eyes still sparkling as he glances over Gulf. “Let me take you home?”

“I-” Gulf wants to say yes, of course, take him home, take him to bed. Take him anyway and anywhere, but, “I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

Mew looks around the room, resignation written over his face. “oh, I thought… with the flirting that meant- ”

“Oh no, I mean yes, I was flirting. It’s just that today is a bad day.” He waves vaguely to his shirt then around the room as if it would explain. “Maybe instead, not today, something, you know a-another day…”

“Another day?” Mew questions, then nods. “Ok, another day. How about a date then?”

“D-Date?”

“Date.”

“Yeah… yeah, that would be great.” Gulf mirrors Mew's smile as his heart flutters in his chest.

Universe: 0 Gulf: 1

Bonus:

Their first date didn’t actually get to happen for a couple of weeks because of finals but they had exchanged numbers that day even if Gulf hadn’t gotten his cookies. Since then they messaged whenever they could. They also had one really good round of phone sex. Gulf had tried to get more phone sex but Mew convinced him to wait for when they could have sex in person. Which seemed reasonable enough to Gulf.

Mew smiles at Gulf from the doorway as he waits for Gulf to finish putting on his shoes. Both dressed smart yet casual. Gulf not so subtly glancing at the open buttons of Mews shirt that was one button too many not to be purposeful temptation. Mew, the little sneak trying to seduce Gulf. It's too late, he's been seduced for awhile now.

“So I was thinking for our first date-” Gulf looks up -from Mews delectable chest to his handsome face- Mews was smirking slyly down at him, hands in his pockets. “We could eat Italian, there’s this place up the road that has the best cream sauce.”

If Gulf was any less of a man he would have tackled Mew in embarrassment -or because Mew cocky smirk was hot- but instead he stands, calmly, stepping closer to Mew, looking up through his lashes. Let his finger trail over the button on Mews shirt, digging deep into his flirty mindset, and pulled out, “How about instead we stay here and I can eat your cream sauce instead.”

“You’re disgusting” Mild grumbles loudly from the couch a couple of feet away, adamantly not looking at them in the doorway. “But if that’s happening let me know so I can leave.”

Mew laughs, ruffling Gulfs hair before letting his hand caress Gulf cheek. “Don’t tempt me.” Then that hands slips down his neck and chest and tugs Gulf closer by his hip. “Although I wouldn’t mind a snack before dinner.”

“That’s it, I’m staying at Boats tonight.” Mild sighs exasperatedly.

“Kidding.” Mew chuckles before pulling Gulf out the door.

“He might be kidding but I wasn’t, stay at Boats. Thanks bye.”

Universe: 0 Gulf: 2

#MewGulf #Mewgulf fic #my writing #also found on ao3 #spills sauce #MewGulf au

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hey-hamlet · 5 years

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BNHA AU Ideas: Child of Fate (Parts 1 and 2)

Also on AO3!

TL;DR:

Chosen by the Fates for his many monumental futures, Izuku is gifted a 'quirk' at the age of 5. The ability to see and influence the strings of fate.

He will become a Hero.

But fate does not smile upon a hero any more than it smiles upon a worm.

basically, the 3 fates from norse myths are still kicking

w all the crazy shit that's gone on since the rise of quirks, fates are constantly getting harder and harder to predict or manipulate so they are kinda out of a job

so they say "fuck it, lets throw our hat in the ring" and decide to pick a "champion" of sorts

out of everyone, there is one child that sticks out a lot. he's plain-looking, but every future he's in is incredible. he's not always a good person, but he always brings about change of some sort, for reasons he believes are good ones

and they look at this child with his shining fate and think "this one"

bc the fates know what it's like to be jerked around by the universe, they ask him

"this is a deal we've done before, but we'll give more to you. trade us an eye and our powers will be yours to wield as your quirk, all we ask is that you live up to your fate"

they do the deal, the 4-year-old izuku gives up the sight of one of his eyes for the power of the fates

the quirk is registered as "all the odds" aka: he can see the odds of a certain thing happening

but that's not his quirk. he can see the strings of fate, follow them to see the different future outcomes, or pull at them, making some options more likely than others

the only person he tells the full details of his quirk to is Katsuki, bc the fates tell him he literally always tells Katsuki in the end, and it'll "save a lot of trouble", not that he knows that

Katsuki is very excited to know he becomes a top hero, but he makes Izuku promise that he won't change his future bc he wants to make it there alone

also, the major downside of izukus quirk? he can't see his own fate

and the futures he sees are only as complete as the information he has

ie, he could witness kamino ward, but the future wouldn't show afo or mini might beyond a vague blob

anyway izuku gets teased for his lame quirk for a bit, then stops bc everyone who teases him gets weirdly bad luck

its the fates, they love their baby champion and he said no killing people

but people who are good to him get good luck, so he's got the nickname cat, for black cat and lucky cat!

anyway, episode one kinda happens normalishhh, but he doesn't ask if he can be a hero, because he's going to be a hero, he doesn't care what anyone says, he will be

but when he sees all mights strings of fact he gets a really weird look at them, because something unnatural is holding one of them above the others. so he asks "who tried to seal your fate?" bc he has no brain to mouth filter

and all might, understandably, is confused by this tiny boy asking him a very very weird question

he doesn't even get a chance to go tiny before izuku does dead pale, and whispers "shit" allmight poofs tiny, izuku looks at him, yells "I WONT SAY ANYTHING" and running jumps off the roof. all might coughs up a lung but the kid was 'lucky' and stuck the landing

basically, w the appearance of the sludge villain, the weird fate he saw for katsuki that morning suddenly made a whole lot more sense

the fates guide him to katsuki as fast as they can, he arrives there just before allmight

anyway izuku is calling out for katsuki and lays eyes on someone in the sludge, he doesnt see who it is, he doesnt see their fate. he sees that flash of a hand reaching out for help and he's already leapt over the barrier

he grabs a bit of rubble from the ground and throws it at the villain's eyes, nails him right in the fucking eye, gets katsuki half out. but the villain is baring down again and its all izuku can do to try to keep katsuki's mouth free

allmight saves them

anyway, when izuku is walking home all might pops out of fucking nowhere and gives izuku a heart attack

"I SAID I WONT TELL ANYONE PLEASE DONT HURT ME MR ALL MIGHT SIR"

"KID NO WAIT"

does the: you are so stupidly heroic, do you want to be a hero?, izuku says: i sure fucking do

“whats ur quirk”

"oh funny that its,,, its a little weird."

"oh?"

"i can,,,, see and influence the strings of fate"

"oH THATS WHY YOU SAID THAT WEIRD THING"

"wait yoU JUST THoUghT I wAs CRAZY?"

",,,,, people say weird things around me ok"

anyway all might basically says "ur crazy, your quirk is cool, take one for all."

and izuku says "OK YEAH"

all might asks a little how izuku was going to get into the hero course and he just pauses

"you know i was wondering about that but the fates told me id be fine." they both pause, staring at each other "wait,,, did they,,," "the fates totally knew huh"

anyway he eye glow when he use the fates quirk

all might sees izuku and he's like,,,, its baby nighteye

he honestly, for a hot minute, thinks nighteye might be izukus dad

bc like; green hair, gold eyes (well, eye), smart, analytic? thats nighteye baby

all might asks lowkey like "oh you don't talk much ab ur dad huh?" and izuku explains he doesn't know the guy. all might mentally tells off nighteye for having a child and ditching the mother

todoroki’s question literally is "are you all might and nighteye's illegitimate love child"

and izuku, who has no filter, blinks and responds with

"who said i was illegitimate"

anyway, back to the training

izuku who has been training to be a hero forever is pretty damn fit for a kid, but hes not one for all fit

anyway katsuki is like "izuku why are u following an old man around is he a pedo, and izuku wheezes like "NO OH MY GOD KASTUKI NO" and he explains like,,, a little of it

"like so i might have a strength quirk now too"

"izuku what the fuck why are you so op"

"im sorry katsuki im just better than you l m a o"

"COME HERE U LITTLE S H I T E"

so a brief overview of his quirk:

he gave an eye to use it so one of his eyes is just like,,, white. the whole thing is white. bc,,, its not really a quirk lmao,,,

anyway: he can view the future as much as he wants, it just takes some time, if he wants to take a quick look he doesn't need to stop paying attention, but its two slow and branching to be used like nighteye's in a fight (think like doctor strange in infinity war)

unlike nighteye, he has a third-person view of the events in question, and has,, some sounds? not many. mostly like breaking shit or oneliners he's heard before

changing the future, however, is more difficult by a long way

viewing the future has no real cost other than the fact he's not paying total attention at the time

changing the future, however, causes pain

nerve pain proportional to the change. little things, like flipping a coin heads? to make it more likely, its like a prick of the finger. to make it a 100% chance its like badly stubbing your toe. to change something big, like to move where a blow hits, feels like your arms have been plunged into burning oil. to change something massive, like, to stop something that was almost certain to happen, can cause enough pain to not only render him unconscious but can cause nerve damage leaving him with chronic pain/numbness/lack of function

the pain is normally in his arms bc its izuku and he break he arm

anyway! bc he was fitter and caught a glimpse of gran yelling at him about something called full cowl in the future + he cleaned the beach faster, he has like 2% full cowl for the entrance exam and had the quirk 2 months beforehand

katsuki avoids izuku for the day literally bc he doesn't want izuku to know if he passed before he did. which,,, is fair. he does explain this too so there isn't any random angst, izuku is just nervous

(oh also he can see the fate of someone he's looking at, he can change the fate of an event he's already seen to a different option he's already seen)

so we get the ochako bit, plus a bit of comedy bc katsuki is in a fucking beanie and sunglasses so izuku doesnt recognise him

he totally does but he doesn't say anything bc he's trying real hard

so izuku is kicking some ass in the exam and the bAMN 0 pointer like a fucking b a s t a r d hes like "what's the chances of this thing just like,,, breaking" and unfortunately they are v e r y low

so he is like "well i guess it's punchy time"

but before he gets there he sees a piece of rubble about to hit ochako. and he sees there isn't a small chance of it crushing her leg, so he changes the odds of that and gets a lovely few seconds of burning pain for his trouble

(he’s,,, pretty used to it by now so the boy has a scary pain tolerance)

bc he doesn't want to break his poor arms he jumps up the sides of the robot and tears out some wiring in the back and they start to fall

and he's like "oh shit the chance of my getting hurt is pretty high huh i should change that too" and ochako saves him with her quirk

and then he has a bit of a horrifying realisation while he's trying not to cry from pain

because

his quirk never changed the actions of other people before. ofa made it stronger

but, as he is now understanding, that hurts like a motherfucker, and his not-eye burns too and boy that's really unpleasant

this is another au where shinsou gets in on rescue points from saving katsukis ass + using him to save someone else

katsuki is a little salty but hes like "yeah tbh i really wouldn't have saved them alone, its fine" and then forces him to meet izuku bc hes still a total quirk nerd

izuku drags them + ochako out for ramen bc hes celebrating. shinsou is like "its a little early to celebrate getting in" and izuku just turns looking a lil confused "no im celebrating surviving the exam"

ok so, first day its wild

izuku's quirk is listed as "lucky punch" aka he can see odds and he's strong and no he doesn't know why stop looking at him like that

izuku and katsuki walked to school together bc they are baby and secretly nervous

izuku doesnt really look at katsuki's future all that often bc he doesn't like it, no real deal w izukus quirk he just wants to be successful by himself. so izuku, who can't look into his own future, has no idea how this day is going to go

they rock up to class, get inside and aizawa shows up, izuku has a brief heart attack, the quirk assessment starts. this time aizawa doesnt even have like a problem w izuku he's just trying to prove a point ab them being little baby heroes and sucking ass and izuku looked nice enough not to be mad about it for the rest of the year

so aizawa erases his quirk which, fair and izuku is confused and trying to use it

both of them

but

erasure didn't touch the fate quirk

so when he turns to look at aizawa he gets a face full of the USJ incident and he goes dead pale. aizawa is a touch confused but continues his whole thing, gives izuku his quirk back. he's still shaking. he throws the ball, it goes,,, less than it could have but far enough to be impressive

izuku stands next to katsuki shaking while they wait for the test to end. shinsou and uraraka are kinda distressed and all 3 of them are angry at aizawa even if they have no idea why. izuku bolts from the field right after and throws up in the bathrooms, followed by a quick panic attack. he was so freaked he was using ofa to get there so now uraraka, katsuki and shinsou are trying to find the boy

and aizawa is faintly confused

shinsou finds him first, shaking and sick in the bathroom. he grabs shinsou by the arm and says "staffroom, now." shinsou, who really doesn't know what's going on but is 100% shook, takes him there. he basically has to half carry izuku there bc he can't support himself

they get there and izuku knocks saying "i need to speak to yagi-san, now." and he sounds so scared and the whole office jumps bc why does a kid know allmights name, and all might jumps bc what happened to his boy

so he rushes out, grabs izuku and hurries him into a private office aizawa gives shinsou a look and shinsou just glares at him lmao bc its his fault izuku is like this. even though,, he's not really sure how

anyway, through sobs, izuku explains what he saw

and all might feels sick bc his boy didn't need to see all of that horrific violence, see his teachers torn to shreds and crushed to bits while the other students watch on helplessly

nezu doesn't know the extent of izukus quirk, mostly just because they didn't think ab telling him. they tell him now

aizawa is brought in to see smallmight trying to comfort his poor shaking student, who looks up and him and flinches and aizawa is like "ok guys the fuck did i do" nezu explains and then aizawa feels like a right dick to be honest, not that it was really anyone's fault

then the horrifying implications of "villains inside UA" sinks in and he's suddenly very on edge. now, izukus quirk isn't 100%. he had such a brief look at the vision he doesn't even know how likely it is. and while he offers to take a better look, its clear he really, really doesn't want to, so they all basically say

"right. so. we should probably be pretty careful tomorrow, huh?"

so when the usj attack starts, they have all might with his full 3 hours, mic, aizawa, and 13, w other heroes on standby, they hope, hope, that this wasn't very likely

but

they were wrong.

they were basically praying that the villains wouldn't make it into the usj

they've already altered the fate izuku saw by bringing allmight from the start, and present mic

but its not enough

the villains arrive and shigiraki is angry from the beginning, two unlisted teachers are waiting for them. shigiraki is childish but he's not stupid. he looks at the only child truly rattled, already protecting his friends, and he thinks he's found the cheater

they may not know the children's quirks, but present mic? 13? they know those quirks very well. mic is warped to the ruin zone, too unstable to freely use his quirk. kurogiri sends bakugo, kirishima and jirou after him

All Might is warped right to the nomu, kurogiri and shigiraki on standby for support. 13 has been taken out, aizawa is fighting through the villains to get to the nomu, to maybe offer some support to all might. he doesn't go after mic. he has to believe mic can handle himself or he'll break down where he stands.

izuku is warped to the shipwreck zone. alone. from a quick look at the future, the fates for anyone warped with him were grizly. he is confident in his choice to stop anyone from warping with him. he's ignoring the steadily climbing number of futures where he alone meets a terrible end

he's missing so much information on the villains every future he sees is hazy at best. all he knows is that if he doesn't get off this boat, aizawa gets hurt and that's not something he can abide

he busts the fuel tanks, letting the flammable liquid float across the water. he drops a match. in the chaos, he uses as much of ofa as he dares to jump to the shore. he steadfastly ignores the smell of burning meat.

he is one the opposite shoreline to canon, approaching the fight from the side, rather than the front. aizawa is hurt, battered from various villains, bleeding sluggishly from a headwound. he looks dazed

4 of shigiraki's fingers are wrapped around his neck

all might is at a standstill. if he strikes against the nomu, shigiraki will put his thumb down. he stands there and takes blow after blow, smile long gone from his face

izuku looks at the strings of Aizawa's fate. so many end here in so many ways.

he pushes his quirk into getting shigiraki away from his teacher. without direction, he's just baring against his quirk, begging it to give him a chance.

it does.

the bright flash of an explosive blonde draws the eyes of kurogiri and shigiraki. he uses the moment of distraction to launch towards his teacher, yanking him from shigiraki's hand. he loses a large chunk of skin for his trouble

all might defeats the nomu, but hes not looking good

bakugo, a limping mic, dazed aizawa, battered all might and bleeding izuku are the last stand, all praying the other students are ok.

iida did not escape

they have no backup coming.

shigiraki is fuming, but kurogiri can see the heroes are flagging. izuku is putting his all into his quirk, trying to give them all a lucky break

for the second time, it comes through

the rest of the students run towards them, joining them shoulder to shoulder. all of them are scared, some are hurt, but none of them are going to lay down and let shigiraki win. the villains escape

izuku falls

damages:

aizawa has a concussion + post-concussion syndrome. he has chronic migraines for the next year, and trouble with his long term memory for a few months

izuku is suffering from massive quirk overuse, his hands don't feel 'right' again for weeks

all might has lost only 20 minutes, but it's time he'd rather have

mic broke an ankle, but it's quickly fixed. Still, it aches from time to time

the other students had mild cuts/bruises and were left shaken

aizawa cries that night. a mix of the head injury, his hurt students, the look of fear he saw in their eyes. he holds mic and he sobs

izuku and his mother had a real relationship breakdown when she tore down his dream, even when izuku got a 'quirk' it never recovered. they don't talk. he doesn't tell her what happened. she doesn't find out.

izuku wanders the city the next day, unwilling to explain why he had no school today. he runs into mic who takes one look at this shaken student, outside and unprotected, and basically kidnaps the guy

izuku is forcibly dragged to the place mic/shinsou/aizawa share

when shinsou and aizawa find out izuku's mother basically just sent him off to school, not taking a day off work? they go full protective mode. shinsou wraps him up in the biggest blanket they own, grabs his own and forces izuku to play videogames with him on the couch. aizawa fumes in the kitchen over a cup of hot chocolate, mic fumes with him honestly

so, izukus kinda a mess, never tells his mother anything, etc, aizawa kidnapped him and he and shinsou played video games. izuku didn't go home that night, he just hopped on a train and rode it until it was time to go to UA

so when they get back everyone is just glad so see izuku alive tbh

so, sports festival! its a lot like canon

izuku doesn't use his fate quirk to change the future, but he does look at the possible futures and he sees that iida never makes it to the podium. he thinks for a second and makes a horrible realisation

the hero killer is in hosu

iida's brother is in hosu

iida’s brother is a hero

just before the event starts he finds aizawa and he's pale already

he gets out 'i need to see allmight' and aizawa gets a horrible feeling because last time this kid was worried they all almost died, so they run to find all might. seeing aizawa run around with a concerned look on his face? the stuff of nightmares at UA. everyone practically dives out of their way

izuku tells all might who swears a blue streak and pulls some strings to get extra heroes in hosu. izuku doesn't breathe a word to iida, because he just can't. not only does iida not know about the fate quirk, he can't scare him like that

bakugo knows something is wrong, but izuku won't breathe a word so he lets it lie

anyway, todoroki does his lil speech and izuku is honestly too burnt out to be intimidated, he sees his own death daily during just casual use of his quirk. boi ain't scared of much. bakugo gets pissy bc "FUCK YOU HALF AND HALF THAT'S MY RIVAL" and basically all of 1A is trying to claim izuku as their rival, either out of admiration or the desire to annoy bakugo

so izuku has to give the speech. which he's not happy ab because p e o p l e

and also because well,,, he's got no one at home to watch him

his speech basically goes along the lines of "we are here to fight fate. the odds are against us but we will win no matter what. not because it's easy, but because we have to. no matter what course we are in, we are all at this school fighting for a better future, for ourselves, our loved ones and the world. it doesn't matter if the odds aren't in your favour - the chance of any of us being here to see this moment is so small it may as well be impossible. its nothing to beat those odds again."

and everyone is like "owo how inspirational" but like anyone who knows him sees,,, layers

aizawa sees the bitterness about the USJ

all might sees izuku reducing his fight to be a hero as a quirk of fate, reducing his own involvement to 'it could have happened to anyone' when thats not true, because he is special

katsuki sees the bitterness that even though he had a good quirk, people tried to grind him into dust because he couldn't talk about it.

if inko was watching, she'd see how badly she betrayed her son

#bnha au #child of fate au #midoriya izuku #bakugou katsuki #aizawa shouta #midoriya #bnha #All Might #Toshinori Yagi #aizawa #eraserhead #Izuku #bakugo #Iida Tenya

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rayj4ck · 5 years

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Red Eyes

This site might be falling down around our ears, but that sure isn’t going to stop me.

“Remind me why we’re here again?” Bow asked as he broke another cobweb with an arrow from his quiver.

“We’re here for the First One’s Tech. We can’t let the Horde get it first.” Adora said back, stepping over pieces of stone and debris.

“But I thought the signal was weak. It’s probably really old and barely functional.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Catra said, doing an honestly ludicrous amount of work to keep the spiderwebs out of her hair. “The Horde can weaponize a toaster if they tried hard enough. We can’t give them an inch.”

“We’re here!” Glimmer interrupted, and the gang looked up at a giant, metal door. Or rather, they would have if it hadn’t rusted off of its hinges a long time ago. Walking into the room, they all wordlessly spread out and started looking for anything not dead or rusty. Adora saw it first. Out of the corner of her eye, a glowing pearlescent fluid leaking out of a cracked glass tube. Stepping over to it, she bent over and examined it closer. “Hey guys, I thin-ow!”

“What? What is it? Catra said, over almost as fast as Glimmer had teleported.

“I cut my palm. I guess it was on this broken glass. But I think this is the stuff we’re looking for.” Adora said around the hand on her mouth, nodding to the leaking fluid. Catra took out her canteen and slowly poured water over the spill.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Bow squeaked.

“It’s fine. It the signal was already so weak, diluting it will only make it harder to find.” Catra answered, continuing to pour. “And we still have what’s left in the tube to examine.” As the fluid was washed away a small, but sharp shard of glass was revealed. “Yep, that’ll do it,” Catra said, looking at the hand in Adora’s mouth. “Well let’s bag the goo and go before Adora here stubs her toe and gets put out of commision all week.”

“Hey!”

Adora was just finishing up her post-mission shower, and decided now would be a good time to properly bandage the wound on her hand. Grabbing a basic first aid kit from a few rooms over, she went back to her own and sat down at her desk, unwinding the simple cloth she had wrapped it in earlier. “Woah,” she said, gazing in awe down at her palm. The wound had healed almost entirely, leaving only a slightly swollen pale line and very small scab where a gaping gash had been only hours before. Not even She-Ra did that. “Huh…”

“Adora! You coming to dinner?”

“Yeah I’ll be right there!” she shouted back, quickly trashing the old bandage and applying the proper one. You could never be too careful.

“Adora! Come on, wake up!” Glimmer shouted, pounding on her door. “We’ve got meetings to get to, and there’s no way you’re skipping without us!”

“Honestly, I get we weren’t allowed to sleep in at the Horde, but that’s no reason to make up for lost time,” Catra muttered to herself.

“Ok ok ok. I’m here.” Adora said, throwing open the door, barely put together and still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Yawning, she got out “Sorry guys. I guess that adventure yesterday was more tiring than I thought. I’m exhausted.”

“It’s fine. Let’s go though, we can still make it if we rush.” Bow replied, turning around to start walking down the corridor, the others moving to keep up. “You ok?” Catra asked, falling back to keep up with Adora, while looking forward toward Bow and Glimmer, making sure they weren’t eavesdropping. “You look like you’re about to pass out. All pale and unfocused.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be alright. Just need to wake up.”

They were halfway down when they heard Adora cry out. Whirling around, Bow had an arrow nocked, but Catra was frozen in shock. “What? What is it?” Glimmer asked, staring at Adora, who was gazing in fear at a point in space in front of her. Adora slowly extended her hand out in front of her, into the sunlight. As soon as her hand crossed out of the shadows, the skin began to sizzle like it was over an open flame. Adora drew her arm back with a hiss. Looking back up at the others, they stared in shock at her eyes. They had gone blood red.

“Uuuuhhh…” Bow said, lost for words. Glimmer and Catra, however, were more on the ball as they each grabbed Adora and dragged her back to her room. “Hey, wait!” Bow called after them, racing back down the hallway. Shutting the door behind him (gently, so as not to arouse suspicion), he turned to the three girls. “What’s going on?” He hissed to the three of them. “What’s with the bad camera effect on Adora’s eyes?”

“Wait, what’s up with my eyes?” Adora asked, going a shade paler than she already was.

“Here.” Glimmer said, steering her to the mirror on her desk. And then freezing in place. Because there was Glimmer, looking shocked. And Catra, looking equally shocked. And Bow, in the background looking like a violin string so taut it was about to snap.

But there was not Adora.

Catra and Adora looked at each other, then back at the mirror. Glimmer put her hand behind Adora’s head and put up two fingers, wiggling them back and forth. They were clearly visible in the mirror.

“...aaaaaAAAAAAHHHHH-” Adora started a scream but was cut off by Catra’s hand. “Definitely don’t want to do tha-ow!” Catra jerked her hand back, looking down at a spot on the side of her index finger. There were two parallel scratches. Looking back to Adora, Catra carefully put her fingers back in her mouth.

“Uuuhh, aht are oo doing?”

“Sshhh.” Catra shushed her, feeling around. Suddenly her eyes widened as she hit something on the top set of Adora’s teeth. “Fangs, Adora.” Catra whispered. “You have fangs.”

Adora felt around the roof of her mouth with her tongue, and sure enough, found two extra-long incisors. She looked like she was about to start crying, but the doors were thrown open, startling everyone in the room.

“I figured out what it is!” Entrapta stated confidently, holding up a vial with a sample of the First One’s Goo from yesterday. “Well, sort of. I figured out what it is, but not what it does. It’s a virus!” She said, pulling over a chair and dropping down in front of Adora who, mid-panic attack, was beginning to put it all together. “It was either made as some sort of bio-weapon, or a performance-enhancing therapy, to figure out which, I’ll have to see how it...affects the...body.” she trailed off, looking slightly over Adora’s shoulder. Into the mirror, where she could see her whole face with one eye, and Adora’s head blocking the mirror with the other. It was very disorienting.

“The cut. From yesterday.” Adora began, unwrapping her hand, which she was barely surprised to see was fully healed. Bow, who had just finished processing, was forced to start all over again when he saw where this was going. “The original container was broken. I cut myself on it while we were retrieving it, and must’ve gotten some of the virus in my blood!” Adora refocused to find Entrapta dangerously close to her face.

“Could I have a sample of your-”

“Whatever it is, the answer is hard no.” Catra interrupted her.

“But how are we supposed to find out what’s happening to Adora!”

“I know a way.” Glimmer spoke up suddenly.

“Oh sure. I’ve collected a lot of the First One’s books over the years.” Castaspella said over her shoulder as the group walked. “I’m normally looking for books on magic, but since so little is known of the First Ones, I always saved the books I found. They might contain magic more powerful than anything we can comprehend!” She continued, worryingly excited at the idea of controlling fundamental forces that could shred the fabric of reality. “Unfortunately, they’re all written in First One's writing. No one can read them.” she continued, losing a bit of the wonder from her eyes. “We’ve had our best translators on it for years, but every time some bit of progress is made, some other proof comes out to contradict it. Truly maddening.And so I must admit, taking a trip all the way here in the middle of the night seems a little extreme for just an inventory check-up, and Adora’s...choice of attire can’t have helped.”

The four exchanged nervous glances behind her back, although Adora’s was masked behind a pair of large shades courtesy of an unknowing guard they would definitely return them to later. “It’s, uh…” Catra started, floundering. “Scouts!” Glimmer picked up. “Horde scouts could be all over the woods. We needed to keep this place safe and secret, so we decided to travel at night where no one could see us.”

“Mmmhmmm. And the shades?”

….

“Night vision!” Bow said, maybe a tad too loud. “Entrapta’s testing a new night vision gadget. Adora volunteered. Right Entraaaaaaa-.” Bow turned around to get Entraptas approval, but she was gone. Catra rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t worry. This happens a lot. We’ll pick her up before we go.”

“How will you find her?”

“I’ve got this.” Catra pulled a small screen out of one of her uniform pockets and held it up. On it was a radar-like readout with a dot pinging away, telling how far away it was, and the altitude difference between the screen and-

“Oh my god, you chipped Entrapta?” Glimmer almost shouted, appalled.

“Hah! No, there’s no way that would stick. No, I got tired of having to hunt Entrapta down, and she got tired of dealing with me after I had found her. So she chipped HERSELF and gave me this.” Catra looked at the screen, but her gaze was miles away. “I got pretty good at reading it. New castle might make it hard, but I’ll manage.”

“We’ve arrived!” Castaspella interrupted her thoughts, and they turned their gazes to the door in front of them.

“Awesome. Thanks Auntie!” Glimmer said as she pushed the door open.

“Oh I must warn you though,” Castaspella called in after them. “All of these books have been enchanted! You cannot leave with one!”

The group all got individual looks of disappointment. “Thanks Auntie, we’ll be sure to be careful!” Glimmer called around the closing door. Turning to the room, she looked over to Adora. “You’re up.”

Sighing, Adora began to scan shelves. “Farming, history, fiction...instruction manual? Nope” Adora murmured as she scanned the books. It took a couple hours, but eventually. ”Here, this could be something. Research stations.” Adora said, pulling another book down. “I think we got the virus from a research station. Number…” Adora concentrated, trying to remember the number station she had visited.

“407! Station 407!” Adora snapped her fingers, eyes lighting up, she turned back to the book. Flipping through the pages, she came to one with a picture.

“Hey, I recognize that vial!” Bow said, excitement audible in his voice.

“Research Station 407: researching a way to artificially induce...vampirism?” Ador began, the word sounding alien to her. Continuing to read down the page, she said “Vampirism is a condition based in myth more than history, but Research Station 407 is dedicated to recreating the benefits of vampirism while attempting to minimize the downside. A more detailed description can be…” Adora trailed off, mouthing the words. “Ok, I don’t know if some of the words in that title translate into our language, but I’ll know it if I see it,” Ador said, shutting the book she had and putting it back on the shelf. “I’ll keep looking.”

More time passed. Out of the corner of her eye, Catra caught Glimmer tapping her foot and checking her watch. She knew what the princess was thinking. They were running out of night. They would have to head back to the castle soo, or else Adora would be spending the whole day in this castle, leaving Bright Moon horribly defenseless while the Queen was out on her diplomatic visit to another kingdom. “Got it! Adora cried, holding another book up above her head. “Good, you know what it looks like, but we have to leave now.” Glimmer said, walking around Adora and pushing her toward the door. Or rather, attempting to. Adora’s superhuman strength made the feat nearly impossible.

“But, but-” Adora started, waving around the book.

“I know, I know, we can come back tomorrow night. But we can’t leave Bright Moon undefended during the day, even if you have to stay inside the castle. We’ve already been away too long.”

“Oh shit.” Catra interrupted, and three pairs of eyes swiveled to her. “Entrapta.” Glimmer and Bow’s eyes widened, and Adora started pulling her own hair. “It’s OK. It’s OK. you guys go now, I can grab her and we’ll catch up with you back at the castle.”

“But-”

“No time,” Catra said, spinning Adora to face the door. Bow had it open, and through a window, they could see the horizon beginning to turn orange. “You need to go now! We’ll be ok.” Catra finished, giving Adora a quick kiss on the cheek, then putting all of her body weight into shoving her toward the door. Adora only went a few steps, but it was enough to break her stupor. With only a short look back, the three began to sprint down the hallway. Catra pulled out her tracker, and began to hunt Entrapta down. But she paused, looking back to the room in thought.

“Well, shoot!” Adora exclaimed. They were all back in Glimmer’s room, laying around. “Now we have to go back tomorrow.”

“Not necessarily,” Catra responded with a cheeky grin wide across her face.

“What do you mean?” Glimmer sat up, giving Catra a suspicious look. Unable to contain herself, Catra reached behind her, into the bag she had brought, and withdrew the book Adora had found.

“Catra!” Bow shouted, jumping to his feet. “You stole a book from Mystacor?”

“It was a library. I borrowed it.”

“Something tells me you never applied for a library card.”

“A what now?”

“How did you do it?” Glimmer interrupted, getting right up in Catra’s face, eyes curious and maybe a little excited.

“Well, your aunt said we couldn’t LEAVE with one. So I just threw it through the door, walked through, and picked it back up.”

There was a moment of silence as the other three contemplated the semantics. “Note to self: tell Aunt Castaspella to up her security.” Glimmer said to herself.

“Doesn’t matter. Here,” Catra said, frisbeeing the book to Adora, who expertly caught it. “Tell us more about Vampirism.” Adora gave Catra another stern look, but quickly dropped the act and excitedly flipped to the page she needed to read.

“‘While Station 407 has been unsuccessful in synthesizing a perfect version of vampirism, a version has been created that still offers the carrier almost all the benefits, while minimizing downsides. Benefits include increased strength-’”

“Wait!” Glimmer shouted, and everyone froze. “How do you think being a vampire affects She-Ra?” The four looked at each other, before Adora ran back to her room to grab the Sword of Protection.

“You know,” Catra said, while they were waiting. “A SWORD of protection seems like a weird choice. Wouldn’t a shield of protection make more sense?”

“Well, it can turn into a shield.

“No, I remember-”

“And you can still protect someone with a sword.”

“I know. But it’s not what they’re known for. When you think ‘sword’, the first thought is not ‘protect’. It’s ‘attack’.”

“Yeah, but…” Glimmer trailed off, finding herself incapable of coming up with a good argument. They sat in silence until Adora burst through the door, not even winded, and did the whole “Honor of Grayskull” thing.

“Well, the look is pretty much the same.” Bow said, walking a circle around She-Ra and seeing no differences. “But are you stronger?”

“Well, she usually is as She-Ra,” Catra said. “Here, let’s just check. Hold out your arm.” She-Ra extended her arm, and with a “Hup!” Catra lept up into the air and hung off of it.

“Seems lighter than usual, but it’s kind of hard to tell with such little weight.”

“Here, jump on you two!” Bow and Glimmer looked at each other, shrugged, and jumped on. Or in Glimmer’s case, teleported on.

“Nope. still no noticeable difference.”

“Well start picking things up then.”

“Be careful with my stuff!”

She-Ra walked around the room, adding desks, tables, and shelves to her other hand. It took most of the furniture in the room before she said “Ok, now I’m starting to feel it.”

“I don’t think She-Ra was this strong before.” Bow gaped up at how much she had in her hands, the other two nodding in agreement.

“Let’s see what else you can do!” Gimmer aid, teleporting back over to the book and holding it out excitedly, like a kid with a toy they want to convince their parents to buy.

Sitting back down with the book, She-Ra kept reading. “‘Vampires also possess other varieties of abilities, such as transforming themselves into creatures of the night such as wolves, bats or frogs!’” She was practically shouting by the end, and the other three were looking at her with barely contained excitement, which she mirrored back to them. Screwing her eyes shut, She-Ra concentrated all of her willpower, and-

Poof!

When she opened them, she was a wolf. A MASSIVE wolf. She stood nearly eye level with the rest of her friends, despite being on all fours.

“Awesome!” Catra shouted, rubbing behind She-Ra’s wolf ears.

And then She-Ra licked all the way up Catra’s face.

“Agh! Pfflflbt. Not awesome!” Catra cried as she reeled back. “Change back! Change back!”

Poof!

“Sorry,” She-Ra said, looking bashful. “I don’t know what came over me.”

“Let’s file that power under ‘Awesome, but at what cost?’” Bow grimaced as Catra wiped more drool off her face. “Next.”

“‘Imposing their will onto others.’” She-Re read. Looking up from the page, she gazed at the others in trepidation. “I don’t really know how I feel about that. Feels....wrong. Reminds me a lot of Shadow Weaver.”

“It could be a powerful tool, but yeah let’s not.” Catra agreed, horrified of anything Shadow-Weaver-esque happening again.

At this point, Adora let her transformation go and returned to her normal body. Continuing on, she read “‘Vampires are resistant or immune to most forms of injury, with a few key exceptions listed under Weaknesses.’” Ador frowned and flipped a few pages. “Yes, I would like to see those please….Aha!”

“‘While vampires possess many strengths, some of which may be yet to be discovered, they also have many weaknesses. The first and foremost is an intense reaction to sunlight.’ Intense is one word for it.” Adora muttered to herself, before speaking up and carrying on.

“‘While causing physical harm, the reaction is so adverse many vampire’s sleep schedules are inverted from those of a human, sleeping during the day and waking during the night. Another potentially lethal weakness is silver.’” Adora looked up to Glimmer. “How much silver is in this castle?”

“Not a lot.” Glimmer began ticking off the spots she knew on her fingers. “The silverware, some of the fancy detailing in the throne room, the mirrors hey maybe that’s why you couldn’t see yourself in them!”

“So if I try something like this,” Adora started, striding over to the waterfall, and small pool beneath it. “Then I should be able to….woah. The red eyes ARE really weird.”

“Yeah, I’m kind of getting used to them though,” Catra said, walking up behind Adora and wrapping her arms around the other’s waist. Looking into Adora’s eyes in the pond, she saw the concern. “Hey, don’t worry. Whatever this is, we’re gonna figure it out. What’s a little virus against the four of us?”

“Yeah!” Bow called out from behind them.

“Yeah. Yeah, you’re right.” Adora took a deep breath and grinned at Catra’s reflection, which returned her smile. “Alright, let’s go see if I have to be deathly afraid of like, turtles or something.”

“There’s the spirit!” Catra let go of Adora’s waist and threw a hand up. Bow tossed the book into her hand, and she grabbed it without turning around. Offering it to Adora with a cocky smile and raised eyebrow, she said “Your tome, my lady of darkness.”

“Why thank you,” Adora responded, before chuckling and opening it back up to her page.

“‘A wooden stake through the heart will be lethal to vampires.’ Well yeah, no duh. ‘While not lethal, many vampires experience an irresistible need to count small objects.’”

“So let’s cancel the annual marbles tournament.”

“We don’t have an annual marbles tournament.”

“It was a joke you dork.”

“Oh right.”

“‘While not specifically a weakness, a serious detriment vampires must overcome is the inability to enter a domicile without being invited first.’” Adora lowered the book, confused. “What? How does that make sense?”

“Yeah, what about Mystacor?” Bow agreed, hand on his chin.

“Remember how Castaspella greeted us though?” Catra said as ears perked up excitedly. “She said ‘Welcome back!’ Maybe that counted!”

“And the castle?”

There was silence for a minute as everyone thought, before Glimmer snapped her fingers. “Remember what my mom said after Catra had proven she was on our side? She said ‘You, Adora, and any other defectors are always welcome here.’ Maybe that counts too?”

“Maybe?” Adora agreed, but she still sounded confused. “Maybe it’s because the infection took hold here? So this kind of counts as my home?”

“So how fine-detail is this anyway? Like if I say ‘Adora, you are no longer welcome in my room-’” Whatever she was about to say was interrupted by Adora being yanked back like a rope was tied around her chest, and being thrown out the door.

“Ooow. Glimmer!”

“I’m sorry I’m sorry! I didn’t know it would work like that!”

Adora stood up and rubbed her head, not necessarily injured so much as shocked by the lack of warning. “Well, that rules out any stealth missions to th-” Adora was cut off from her attempt to walk back into Glimmer’s room by a Thunk , like she had just walked into the door instead of the opening where it was. “That’s going to be really annoying. Glimmer?”

“Right. Adora, you are welcome in my room again.”

Putting her hand out to test, Adora found it could easily pass through the door frame once more. Walking back over to her seat, she picked it up, giving Glimmer a look. “Let’s try not to do that anymore, yeah?” Glimmer nodded back, eyes slightly wide.

“‘Finally, an important note, vampires of old needed to DRINK BLOOD TO SUSTAIN THEMSELVES?’” Adora looked up from the book, horrified. Her friends looked back at her, and Adora couldn’t help but notice the new hints of trepidation in their eyes. Hands shaking, she looked back down at the book, she kept reading. “‘However, the need to drink blood has been removed from the current version of the virus, instead granting the subject a boost to the positive qualities of vampirism, and minimizing the detriments.’” A collective sigh of relief flowed through the room, and Adora’s heart returned to a normal bpm. “I’m not doing that,” Adora said, finality clear in her voice. The other three were happy to nod. Clearing her throat and recentering herself, she looked down at the final part of the description page.

“It looks like there are some other weird weaknesses in here, but they got removed? Somehow? I don’t know, I’ll ask Entrapta when I translate it for her.” Right at that moment, a yawn cut through whatever Adora was going to say. “Tomorrow. I’ll ask her tomorrow.”

“Time for bed, huh?” Glimmer asked, stifling her own yawn. “Lucky. You have an excuse to go to bed. The three of us have to stay up another like 12 hours.”

“What, why are you guys tired? ARE YOU INFECTED?”

“No, Adora. We’ve been up as long as you have.”

“Oh right. You have.”

“Well,” Catra said as she stood up, stretching. “Get some good sleep for the rest of us.” Leaving Adora with a kiss on the cheek, she padded out of the room to go find breakfast. After a quick hug from each of them, Glimmer and Bow were right behind her. Adora followed them out the door, but turned down the opposite way and made her way to her own room. Closing the blinds to keep the sun out, Adora paused for a minute, eyes on the rising sun. She couldn’t help but think back to being able to lift all of Glimmer’s furniture with ease, including her three friends without even breaking a sweat. And the thought wormed it’s way to the front of her mind before she could stop it.

Do the benefits outweigh the costs? Is this disease worth curing?

Shutting the curtains, Adora laid down to sleep.

Of course, the choice was removed from Adora’s hands and made for her. The Horde, having gotten word of the Queen’s diplomatic mission away, decided to attack castle Bright Moon.

In the middle of the day.

“Looks like Lonnie finally got promoted enough to see a real battle!” Catra shouted over the laser fire. “All it took was the other two people better suited for the job to defect to the other side!”

“Bold words from someone hiding behind a tree trunk!” Lonnie called back.

“Hey, can you blame me? Your face alone is enough to scare away half the army!”

Catra only heard an enraged scream in response, so she figured she had won the banter battle. Unfortunately, the same could not be said about the actual battle. She and the princesses, who had been filled in on Adora’s condition, were holding the line as best they could, but without She-Ra they were being slowly pushed back toward the castle gates. No one had suffered any critical wounds yet, but Catra was worried that when someone did, that would be the crack that broke their line.

Glimmer poked her head over the log to get a look at the enemy and, all of Catra’s fears coming true in one incident, couldn’t react fast enough before a laser blast skimmed too close side of her face. Crying out and falling back, Catra caught her before she hit the ground and pulled her back into cover. Ripping open her field First Aid kit, she began to clean the wound. The blast went clear through the top of her ear, taking a chunk right out.

“You’re ok. You’re ok.” Catra repeated over and over as she bandaged the spot. When she was done, she pulled Glimmer into a close hug and said it right into her (good) ear. “You’re ok.”

“I’m ok.” Glimmer parroted back, still mostly in shock. Slowly though, her eyes refocused. “I’m ok,” she said, looking right at Catra and nodding. Nodding back, Catra let her go and she returned to her spot behind the log.

“Whoever just shot that laser blast is about to have their insides turned into their outsides!” Catra yelled, letting the anger she felt color her tone.

“Yeah? You and what princess of power?” Lonnie called back, and Catra could only curse under her breath. She was right. Looking over into the sky, Catra squinted her eyes against the setting sun. “Come on come on-”

“-come on come on!” She-Ra exclaimed as she paced the entry hall to Bright Moon, casting her gaze out the window once again. Pausing she considered trying to walk out anyway, sun be damned, for the dozenth time. But, once again, she scowled and kept pacing. As strong as she was, Vampire She-Ra was no much for the sun. All she could do was wait.

Catra crawled along on her back, until she was pressed up against the gate, putting it and her the last thing between the Horde and Bright Moon. Glimmer, Bow, and all the other princesses had been incapacitated in some way or another. She was the last one standing. She couldn’t do much though, because she scarcely lifted her eyes when a heavy combat boot came down on her (maybe broken) ribs, pushing a pained cry out of her lungs. Looking up, she saw a blaster leveled at her face, a smug Lonnie on the other end. “Any last words, Catra?”

Coughing out blood that she made no effort to keep off of Lonnie’s boot, she managed to squeeze out between bloody teeth “I would say goodnight, but I don’t think you’ll be having one.”

Lonnie raised her eyebrows in confusion, lowering her blaster slightly. “What kind of la-” was as far as she got before the doors to Bright Moon Castle blew open so hard they flew off their hinges, and She-Ra descended onto the battlefield like a force of nature.

“Ok, I’ll be first to say it.” Bow began as he was lowered onto the bed. “I would like She-Ra to be able to fight in the daylight again.” A chorus of tired agreements sounded off from the beds around him.

After She-Ra had run everyone to the infirmary herself, they received their prognosis. Catra did have a few cracked ribs, as well as a major concussion. The chunk out of Glimmer’s ear will make it harder for her to hear in that ear for the rest of her life, as well as a broken arm that will leave her bedridden right along with Catra. Bow had taken a blast similar to Glimmer’s, but while not physically touching him, it streaked right past his left eye, making him temporarily blind in that eye. The rest of the princesses had taken injuries that would leave them bedridden for at least a week as well.

“I agree,” Adora said, letting go of her transformation and sitting down next to Catra’s bed, carefully taking one of her hands. “Sitting in the castle waiting to be useful while you guys were out there fighting was torture.”

“I’ll get right back on that,” Entrapta piped from a few beds away. “Just as soon as, you know.”

“Yeah. That’s fair.”

Luckily, the appearance of She-Ra had put the fear of 8-foot tall princesses into the Horde, because they didn’t attack again. Adora stretched her limbs, enjoying the feeling of the sun on her skin without the accompanying feeling of burning alive. She had decided to take the day off, as much as she could, and opted to lay there. The other three decided to join her, Bow and Glimmer laying so their heads made a triangle, and Catra deciding to just lay on Adora. Finishing her stretch she lazily wrapped her arms around Catra with a sigh. “Bing strong enough to pick up a tank with two fingers was fun, but man I missed this.”

“Same.” Catra agreed from her spot on Adora’s torso. “Let’s hope we never have to handle vampires ever again.” getting three nods empathetic in return.

Entrapta picked up her recorder and pressed the button. “Day 7 of the First One's Vampirism Virus Experiment. With the combined information gained from the book Adora read me, field data from her infection period, and data obtained from multiple simulations, I believe I have worked out the “downsides” presented in the Vampirism Virus.” Entrapta lowered herself, gazing carefully at the fluid in front of her. “However, results cannot be confirmed without live experimentation.” Picking up a syringe, she carefully extracted part of the serum. “The virus has been shown to reject animal cells, dying inside their bodies with no effect on the host. As such, there is only one possible option.” Entrapta continued, putting the point of the needle against her own arm.

“11:54 AM. Beginning Human Experimentation phase.”

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Room for Two Pt. 1

Genre: roommates!au, fluff, smut

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Words: 2,154

This chapter has light smut.

Summary: Having a crush can be hard sometimes. But what’s harder is when you stupidly decide to hook up with him.

Your eyes shot opened when you realized that the dream you were dreaming wasn’t a dream at all. It was too real, and it felt too real. The hard grip on your waist, wet kisses on your neck, and the heat in your core – they were real, and they all happened last night. Waking up with the worst hang over, you realized how crazy and stupid it was to get drunk and have sex. I mean, maybe the feeling was damn good, but the after effects were all stupid. Again, you hate it. What you hated more is the fact that the sex didn’t exactly happen in your room, where you can just wait for the guy to leave and experience the walk of shame. Instead, it was you who was there in his room, lying down naked on his bed, with his arm draped over your stomach. Last night before you fall asleep, you were determined to wake up early and leave without any trace, but apparently this boy likes to cuddle with his partner. I mean, would you pass on cuddling with Jeon Jungkook?

Jeon Jungkook is a boy the same year as you but from the Film Production program. He’s tall, he’s buff, he’s hot and he’s smart. He knows his way around the camera and man do you see those biceps when he carries his equipment? He works out a lot and that is why he’s got a body of a god. He also sings and dances well, making every girl swoon for him. Your interest on him sparked one time when your dorm mates showed you a picture of Hoseok, who was apparently Luna’s science project partner.

“Who’s that?” you asked as you pointed at the boy on the far back of Hoseok.

“That’s Jungkook,” Luna said, “He’s the one filming our documentation.”

Yena poked your side, “Oh, is someone having a crush?”

It was indeed a crush, one college night during your sophomore year, a year after that question you had on your friends, they pushed you to take a picture with the boy, to which you did. After taking a selfie, you expected him to ask for your name, since he asked to see if your photos with him were good. But no. He just asked which program were you from, to which you answered, “Journalism” and he left with a nod. You thought you would finally move on from the butterflies in your stomach that resulted from Jungkook’s cute face, but hell no. The next month, his films called G.C.F. were featured everywhere in the campus televisions and somehow, you were able to pass by those televisions without freaking your heart out. The next month after that he sang for the Spring Festival, and you barely resisted his sweet voice. But another month after that? He joined the Dance Department and performed a smoking hot dance with his friends Hoseok and Jimin for the university fair. You knew you were a goner. Wouldn’t anyone concede when one dances to Chris Brown’s Take Me Down? You would.

Of course, nothing happened because it was Luna and Hoseok who were close even though your friends have yet forgotten the thing you have for Jungkook. Your groups were introduced to one another and do attend the house parties being held at the boys’ apartment, except that you always bail on meeting them to be able to catch up on school work and volunteerisms.

Until one night during your junior year arrived and it was Leena’s birthday. This year, your friends wanted you all to go to the club and have fun, considering it was also the last day of your preliminary exams. Of course you agreed, partying and getting wasted with your friends was something the five of you really loved to enjoy, whether it be soju bomb nights at the dorm or dance night in the club.

You thought you were going to have a same normal dance night, until you stumbled upon Jungkook on the dance floor. You were shocked of course, it was Jungkook for all you care. Why is he here? He never went to this club before, unless you kept yourself stuck in the corner of the room you all called dibs on before the party started.

But honestly, fuck it. Little hi’s and a little get-to-know each other (as if you don’t know him) turned into drinking at the bar, and by drinking you mean you can’t count how many shots until you were both drunk to make out inside a washroom stall, until Jungkook decided to whisper hotly in your ear, “Should we continue this in my apartment?”

And that, folks, was how you ended up in his room. What happened last night? You remember all but was totally dreading to recall as it will only make you come back for more, not that you won’t because would you ever deny him? No, he’s your freaking crush all your college life. And heck yeah for being able to fuck him. Somehow, that means, you are in his radar. For long term or short term, you wouldn’t want to know.

However, your anxious brain kept on telling you to regret everything because you might not be crushing on him, but instead lusting for him.

Once Jungkook moved his arm away and turned his back to you, you went back to your senses and slowly rolled out of the bed. Luckily, the blanket was with you so you were able to wrap it around you while you look for your clothes. You sigh, because the first thing you saw was your red crop top torn into half because apparently Jungkook was too impatient to let you undress. Grabbing the nearest black shirt you found on the foot of his bed and your bra, you hastily wore it and began to find for your pants and panties, if ever it was still salvaged from last night. Jungkook eating you out last night suddenly flashed in your head.

“Oh my god, will you please think straight?” you hissed to yourself as you crawled around to look for your pants instead.

Unfortunately, the pants were being clutched by Jungkook and the man holding your piece of clothing is awake. You could only gulp as you sat up and looked at him like a lost puppy. Jungkook looked at you with his tired eyes up and down. He was already sitting on the edge of the bed, his feet on the ground, his toes grazing on your knees lightly. He looked at you and your bare thighs, thank god for the long black shirt or else your down under will have to be seen by him again.

“What are you doing?” he asked with a low voice. Damn, why does everything he does affect your whole being all the time?

“G-Good morning.” You say, “I was looking for my pants.”

He glanced at the pants on his grasp and handed it to you. Somewhere, he managed to even give you your panties, which were still surviving. “Oh, I see.”

You stood up quick and wore the remaining clothes. Honestly, this was not the time to think of anything that you didn’t realize how you were looking at the boy as you dressed up, and that sparked something in Jungkook. Were you seducing him? Or, how could an innocent face make him feel these kind of things? “Would you like to eat breakfast?” he asked, making your eyes wide at him. “I mean, we don’t have a lot right now, but we have cereals and fruits.”

“Ah, I’d love to, but your dorm mates…” you wouldn’t want to experience the walk of shame that intense you know.

“Wait here.” He said, quickly standing up and grabbing his pair of boxers and walking out, but coming back towards his closet and grabbing you a pair of shirt and his sweatpants and handed them to you, “I know you went to dress up, but you might want to take a bath so you’d feel better?” You were left frozen and standing alone in his room for good five minutes. You could hear voices from outside, and distinguished Jungkook whining, which made you smile. He went back with his ripped body that has almost made you lose your mind again had he not said, “I talked to the hyungs, they all left. We can eat breakfast after, I’ll be waiting for you in the kitchen.”

And made your heart flutter a million times.

Either his dorm mates really left or they were all just hiding inside one of the rooms and being quiet, when you went out to find the kitchen, the whole dorm was quiet. Once you found Jungkook sitting on the dining table with all the food prepared, you hesitantly walked towards him and sat across where he sat. “Good morning.” He said. He was already in wearing a shirt, but he was still in his boxers, which was totally fine with you.

“Good morning.” You replied, gasping when you realized he prepared more food than he originally told you. There was cereal and fruits, but there was also pancakes and an orange juice. Or this might be a breakfast his dorm mates left. Oh no. “Wow, this might be my first decent breakfast in college.”

Jungkook chuckled as he gestured you to eat. “Why would you say that?”

“I prefer morning classes, but that limits my time to eat.” You say as you pour cereal on the bowl that was already filled with milk. Nope, you do not prefer your cereals that way, but the back of your mind literally told you to do so because that was how Jungkook was doing with his cereal. It’s a known fact from the girls you heard gossiping one time. “Hey, I hope I’m not being a bother, I could have left a while ago.”

“Without getting you a decent breakfast? No way.” Jungkook shook his head as he slid the plate of pancakes towards you. “You should eat a lot.”

“Th-Thank you.” You stuttered.

There was a good silence for the past fifteen minutes. The two of you were just eating and sneakily stealing glances with each other. Jungkook was the first one to break it by saying, “Last night was fun.”

You almost choked on your drink when he said that. If there was a book called One Night Stands for Dummies, you knew you should’ve made a quick scan on the summary before hooking up with Jungkook. Is this how you do it? You thought to yourself. Do you have to give a feedback of how was last night? Are one-night stands like those of the cafes or shops where the staff gives you a smiley stub and asks you to drop them in a box that corresponds to good or bad service? You were clearly not aware of all of this.

Wait, Jungkook is now looking at you, what do you say? Should you smile? Or should you say, “Last night was fun, you dick felt so good in me, and your eating game is so strong I came so hard”? You can’t think straight. The boy is looking at you like he is going to ravish you again, not that you mind.

But one night stands don’t work that way, do they?

“Are you okay?” he asked with a worried tone as he stood up and sat beside you. No, please don’t. Him being inches away from you makes you feel hot again and you know it’s not good. He touched your forehead and your widened like an owl. “You’re not sick.”

“I’m not.” You retort. Thirty minutes into breakfast and you swore you have to leave.

“Ah, but why are you…” he suddenly frowned, “I was terrible. I’m sorry I should’ve asked if you wanted to stay and not press you to eat breakfast with me.”

You shake your head to disapprove while thinking how is it possible that Jungkook is acting so hospitable around you? Again, you feel like one night stands shouldn’t be this way. “I like eating breakfast with you, Jungkook.”

“Really?” he smiled, showing his bunny teeth.

“Really.” You assured him, slightly smiling. All of a sudden, he moved his head closer to you and stole a quick peck on your lips. “Cute baby.” He said.

“I-I have to leave now, though.” You said, shifting on your seat.

But then, smiling Jungkook offers another deal that you might definitely consider.

“You look so uncomfortable in that sweatpants.” He said, looking you straight in the eye. “Would you like to wash your pants and underwear and dry it here? That would be like, thirty minutes. It would be quick, I promise.”

“O-Okay.” Next thing you know, Jungkook already pushed you against your seat and kissed you feverishly.

#jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts fanfic #bts smut #jktrashanon #fanfic

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piper-lockeman-blog · 5 years

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Chapter 1: Childhood

Brett always had an uncanny ability to know exactly when people are trouble. It sort of plagued him as a kid on the playground; anytime there was someone who was being bullied he felt it. That sadness. He never considered himself an empath, even after doing extensive research following a conversation with his mom about it. He didn’t feel other people’s happiness or love. Just negative emotions. Brett hadn’t considered it much of a gift until now, when he thought back on how his life had played out so far, especially in regards to Aaron. It’s how they met after all.

Brett was playing on the jungle gym with his normal group of friends when he felt an overwhelming sadness. He looked in the direction of where he felt it coming from and saw him. A shaggy black haired kid had been tripped and landed face first in the wood chips covering the playground. His glasses flew off his face inches away from his hand as Andy Johnson and his friends just laughed. Andy was in Brett’s grade. Andy had a reputation amongst the third grade class as being the terror of the playground. He stole people’s pencils and character eraser tops. He even stooped so low as stealing kid’s hard earned candy from answering questions right in class. He was rather big and round compared to the boy’s scrawny physique; he was pretty short which meant that Andy dwarfed him.

At first, Brett just watched.

“What are you doing down there?” Andy peered down at him, sneering. Aaron tried to stand up but was pushed back down. “So, you’re the new kid in Mrs. Crawley’s class, right?” the boy looked around for his glasses but couldn’t find them. “What are these? They’re huge! What a dork,” Andy held up the tiny boy’s glasses and tried to look through them.

“Give them back! I need them!” He stood up and was met with Andy’s notorious cohorts, Zack and Colin, grabbing his arms. Colin was the only third grader that wasn’t subject to Andy’s bullying only because he could be just as ruthless.

“Well, why don’t we play a game? You try to find us without your glasses and if you do we’ll give them back. Okay?” Zack and Colin pushed him back to the ground and ran. Brett jumped off from the equipment and started walking over to the scene. The kid pulled himself up and began looking for Andy.

“Over here, four-eyes!” He walked in the direction of Andy’s voice. Brett went to get a teacher from the blacktop who was supposed to be observing but was actually just talking to another adult. He got the teacher’s attention and pointed over to the scene as Colin side-swiped the kid, knocking him over. Immediately, she walked past Brett and entered the fray.

“What are you doing? Come get me!” Zack pelted the boy with wood chips. They hit him in the eye, blinding him with dirt. He started crying and rubbing at his eyes.

“What is going on here?” The teacher intervened.

“Uh, we were just playing and he fell down. Right guys?” Colin and Zack agreed with every word.

“Whose glasses are those?” she asked.

“Mine,” the boy cried.

“Give those to me. Now go play somewhere else. I’ll be watching you boys.” Andy and his gang ran off. “Now let’s get you up, are you okay?”

“My eye…” The teacher swatted his hands aside and pulled the lower lid of his eye down with her thumb.

“Look up.” He obeyed. “Look down. Well, whatever it was I think you cried it out of your eye.” Her lipstick was bright red against her curly blonde hair. “Try not to touch your eye. Here are your glasses; try to be more careful, okay? I’m on the blacktop if you need me.” She smiled, stood up and walked away.

The boy placed his glasses tentatively on his face. He looked up at Brett and looked afraid that he was another bully.

“Are you okay? As soon as I saw what happened I went and got the teacher. They’re mean to everyone,” he watched as the boy brushed the wood chips out of his black shaggy hair.

“Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks.” His eyes looked ridiculously huge when enlarged by the glasses. No wonder he became an instant target of Andy’s.

“I’m Brett MacIntyre. Are you new? I don’t think I’ve seen you before.” He extended his hand and the boy shook it.

“Yeah, this is my first week. I’m Aaron Macaulay.” Andy was definitely the last kid Aaron wanted to meet in his first week at Hawthorne Elementary.

“What grade are you in?”

“Third.”

“I’m in fourth. Since our school's so small they combine some of the grades for recess and lunch. That’s why third and fourth are always together. Did you make any friends yet?”

“No, not yet.” Aaron mumbled.

“Do you wanna play with me? My friends and I were playing Shark if you wanna join.” Brett gestured back to the jungle gym.

“Sure,” Aaron smiled. “What’s Shark?”

“It’s like tag but you play on the equipment.”

“I’ve never heard of it.” Aaron pushed his glasses up.

“The person who’s ‘It’ can only tag people from the bottom like a shark and everyone else stays on the equipment like a boat trying to avoid the shark. It’s harder than it sounds.” They walked over to the equipment where the other kids were waiting.

“Hey guys, this is Aaron. He’s a third grader. He’s gonna join our game.” Brett smiled and when Aaron wasn’t looking he nodded furiously with a look that said they didn’t have a choice.

“I’m in third grade too!” A curly brown haired girl bounced to the front of the group of boys. “My name’s Dani!” She leaned sideways to view Aaron almost upside down.

“Dani Lubinski is Ash’s sister,” he gestured to a boy with curls that rivalled his sister’s. “He’s in fourth.”

“Hi,” Ash said and waved.

“This is Josh Bennett,” Brett pointed at a dirty-blond boy with big ears wearing a bright green hoodie. “And this is also Josh, but we call him JT.” They all snickered at the double Josh joke as Brett gestured to the kid standing next to Josh. He had bright red hair and freckles. He smiled to reveal a gap between his teeth.

“Hi, Aaron. I’m the shark right now,” he snapped his teeth loudly. “I’ll give ya a minute to get on the equipment before I come get you. Raw!” He roared.

“Run!” Dani squealed and the group scattered. Aaron clambered up the ladder onto the platform. He dashed across the rickety bridge to where Josh was already positioned.

“Get ready, here he comes!” JT struck his hand out onto the bridge as Ash jumped over it joining Josh and Aaron.

“Watch this!” Ash swung onto the monkey bars and off onto the ground.

“He’s crazy!” Josh screamed. JT saw Ash move and bolted around the bridge after him. Ash darted across the field with JT in tow. Brett stomped over the bridge and joined Aaron on the other side.

“Ash likes to live life on the edge!” Brett giggled.

“RUN ASH, RUN!!” Dani screamed on the other side of the bridge. Ash circled back around to the equipment and leapt up towards Brett’s outstretched hand pulling him up.

“That was amazing!” Josh squealed. JT finally caught up and jumped onto the ladder smacking his hand down onto Brett’s shoe.

“You’re it!” he heaved and climbed up.

“Aw, man.” The other kids chuckled as Brett hopped down.

“Alright, get ready,” Brett yelled. Ash dashed across the bridge heaving with Josh close behind him. JT climbed higher up into the tower catching his breath. Aaron decided to chance the bridge and follow the others towards the slide. Brett locked eyes with Aaron and could see what he was about to do. Aaron stepped forward and Brett moved slightly following his every move. Aaron looked across to see Ash and Josh beckoning him forward. He took a deep breath and leapt onto the bridge missing the first swing from Brett. The wave of the bridge made him lose his balance slightly. He back-stepped to keep from falling but also stepped right into Brett’s reach. He felt a hand lock around his ankle.

“You’re it, Aaron!” Brett shimmied onto the bridge under the ropes on the sides. He stood up and began to jump making the bridge shake again. “You’re the shark now!”

“Stop bouncing so I can get down,” Aaron shouted. Brett immediately stopped so Aaron could walk over to the ladder. Once he was down, the group ran back and forth on the equipment picking their spots and calling to each other. Aaron looked like he wasn’t even sure how to begin except for the bridge since that’s where the rest started. He swiped his hand out trying to touch anyone but the bridge smacked his chin and then pinched his hand as it settled again.

“Ow!” Aaron backed away from the bridge. Before anyone noticed, a teacher blew the whistle and the kid’s raced each other to line up on the blacktop. Ash and JT pushed each other to see who would make it first with Dani falling behind. Josh shoved his hands into his sweatshirt pocket and walked casually back. Aaron felt Brett next to him before he saw him.

“What happened?” Brett peered over Aaron’s shoulder.

“I-I pinched my finger…it really hurts.” He scrunched up his face and was trying really hard not to cry again. Brett felt bad and so decided to make him smile.

“I stubbed my toe on a brick once and, you know, I know what makes it feel better. My mom taught me.” Brett smiled looking proud.

“What’s that?” Aaron looked up and Brett gathered him in a hug, squeezing him and lifting him off his feet. He put him down and said: “Hugs always make me feel better.”

“Do you feel better?” His smile made Aaron smile through his tears.

“Yeah,” Aaron beamed and giggled. “You should be a doctor.”

“That’s why I’m in fifth grade. We know more stuff.” He put his hands on his hips and puffed out his chest like Superman.

“Come on, we’re one of the last kids on the playground. If we don’t hurry they’ll be mad. I don’t wanna lose a card in my first week!” Aaron said as he began running. The card system was meant to regulate children’s behavior, each kid having three cards, green, yellow and red. When all three cards are “pulled” by the teacher the child loses recess or worse, a phone call to parents.

“I’ve never lost a card!” Brett yelled as he sprinted across the playground. They got into their designated lines and as his line began to follow the teacher’s aide inside he heard Brett call to him from the back of his line, “Play tomorrow?”

Aaron turned around and gave Brett a smile and a thumbs up. He’s been Brett’s best friend ever since.

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#childhood #lgbtq #gay #first meeting

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waterstar2016 · 6 years

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Hey there! Can I request 27 (masturbation) with Donatello? Perhaps the reader maybe catches him doing it or vise versa? Tysm!

WARNING 18+ content.

Here you go. I had a lot of fun writing this one. This is my second Donnie smut fic and it’s getting a little easier imagining how he would act. Hope you like it!

One night you and a couple of friends were heading back from a late dinner out. While waiting for a cab a few street thugs start circling your small group, herding you around a corner. Normally you were street smart enough to not let something like that happen, but your friend was in hysterics and wasn’t paying attention to what was happening. Every now and then they would reach out to try and grab at your bodies while one of their buddies distracted you. You pull out your pepper spray. As soon as opportunity strikes, you push the button and a straight shot of the stinging and burning liquid hits the eyes of one that just got too close to you. You glare in triumph as he hollers in pain. “You’re gonna regret that, bitch.” He snarls. He raises his hand to strike you and you turn your head to brace yourself for the blow. It never came. Looking up you notice that all three of them are on now the ground. Your friends run off, but you stay. You want to say thank you to who helped you if they would show themselves. You hesitantly call out. “Hello, I just wanted to thank you for what you did. What’s your name?” You hear a can being kicked somewhere behind you, and a very quiet “oops”. You turn. Again, no one was there. You decide to try one more time. “I know you’re there if you’re shy, I understand. Thank you again.” You start to walk away and hear a whisper. “My name is Donatello.”

“Donnie, enough, let’s go.” a commanding voice says into the dark. Glancing up, you only see three shadows. “Ok Leo.” Donatello looked at you and smiled. “Goodnight my lady, maybe our paths will cross again.” He leaps up, easily gaining height up the building and disappears. That night, you found yourself thinking of your mysterious, mutant savior and you fervently hoped you would see him again. A few weeks later you were sitting on your balcony enjoying the sounds of the city at night. Suddenly, you feel a slight tremor in the metal railings. You look up, and there he was.

That’s how it started. He would come by every few days, and the two of you would just talk. You were intrigued, and it didn’t take long for you to look past his non-human features. You were attracted to the nerdy type, and he was one hot nerd. He was so tall, slim but incredibly strong. Whenever he pulled out his Bo and his body did that little shake, your knees felt a little weak. You thought he liked you, but fear of rejection because of what he was, was holding him back. It took weeks for you to get him to hug you goodnight. One night you decided that enough was enough. While he was hugging you, you stood up on your tip toes and kissed his cheek. He looked at you with a shocked expression on his face. Not leaving his gaze you changed angles and lightly kissed him on the lips. That’s all it took. Surprising you, he took one hand and placed it on your hip and the other grasps your chin lightly. Pulling you closer, he leans in and proceeded to kiss you until you were breathless.

The first time he came into your apartment you had to try hard not to laugh at him. He was so nervous. He tripped on the rug while trying to get to your couch, he dropped your mug spilling hot chocolate all over your floor, and he stubbed his toe on the way to the bathroom. By the end of the night, he was sitting there, head hanging. Smiling you walked over to him and sat beside him. Grabbing his arm you put it around you and you snuggled yourself into his plastron. You felt him stiffen in surprise. Then he sighed in contentment and snuggled you in closer, kissing your forehead. Over the next few weeks, those evening sessions were slowly getting hotter. He was getting closer and closer to touching you where you desperately needed it.

A few nights later you were sitting on his lap facing him. His arms were moving in small circles over your back, and every now and then you would feel the skin of his fingers run under the bottom hem of your shirt. He leaned in and started kissing your neck, telling you how beautiful you were. He was driving you crazy. “Donnie.” You gasp out. You start rotating your hips while on his lap trying to relieve the tension. Suddenly, Donatello grabs your hips, stopping your movements. You look up at him, wondering if you had overstepped with your grinding. You couldn’t help it. You wanted him so bad. He looks deep into your eyes. “I want to touch you, is that ok?” Your breathing increases and all you can manage is a nod. At your affirmation, he slams his lips onto yours and his hand starts sliding up, up until he’s cupping your breast. Pulling away from you he looks at you, and you can see the desire in his eyes. Slowly, but deliberately he swipes his thumb over your nipple that he can just see through the material. “O my god Donnie!” You moan. He reaches with his other hand and gently makes you look at him. “Don’t look away, I want to see you.” As you meet his eyes you feel him start to roam over your breast. Your pussy is starting to ache. Donatello bites his lip and closes his fingers over your raised nipple. “Fuck!” Donatello smiles at your exclamation. His other hand starts moving down your back, and upon reaching your ass he gives it a tentative squeeze. Just then Donnie’s cell rings. Donnie sighs “That’s a text alert from Leo, trouble is afoot.” He looks into your eyes. “I’m sorry, I have to go.” You compose yourself “It’s alright Donnie, I understand. This city needs you guys.” Donatello gets up and walks up to the window. Taking a deep breath and says “I’ll be back tomorrow night my lady.” He takes one last look at you and leaves.

You get up off the couch and wander to the kitchen trying to gather yourself. Donatello had really turned you on. You reached down and a slid your hand over your pussy through your pants. Groaning, you realized you had soaked through the material. After getting a glass of milk and an Oreo, you head back to the living room to watch some television. You soon realize this ache was not going to go away. You couldn’t wait until tomorrow night for release. You head to your bedroom. Grasping your shirt you pull it over your head. Then reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. Looking down you see that your nipples are standing out like cherry pits. Taking your hands you grab your breasts and start to kneed them. You pinch your own nipples which elicits a moan from you. You start to slowly sway your hips, imagining it’s Donatello that’s touching you. Undoing the zipper you pull your jeans off. Stepping out of them you start walking towards the bed. Sitting down you start running your hands up and down your thighs pretending it’s Donatello’s soft lips instead. You swing your legs up on the bed and spread them. Taking your hand you start rubbing it up and down your slit. Your underwear is soaked. Gasping at the sensation you start rubbing harder. All you can think about is Donatello’s head between your thighs. You needed more. Sliding your underwear off you take a finger and start rubbing it between your folds.

You can feel your juices running down between your ass crack. Closing your eyes you take two fingers and slowly push them inside of you. You squeeze your fingers with your pussy. Starting to move them in and out you imagine it’s Donatello’s fingers pumping in and out of you. A part of your consciousness hears a small noise, but your so distracted by the feelings coursing through you.

You start moving your fingers faster. Suddenly, the words “O my God.” reach your ears. Your eyes snap open. Donatello is standing in front of your bed. His eyes are fixated on your fingers in your pussy. “Shit!” you exclaim. Grabbing your covers you slam them over your body. “Donnie! I thought you were gone for the night!” Donatello licks his lips and you can see his nostrils flare. He manages to stutter out “Well, we took care of the situation quicker than I thought, so I took a chance seeing if you were still awake.” You can feel how red your cheeks are. You stammer “I uh, well…after what happened earlier, I was really turned on and I didn’t think I was going to see you until tomorrow and I uh…” Donatello at this point sits on the bed. You stop speaking, your heart in your throat. Donatello looks at you with lust in his gaze. Not leaving your eyes he reaches over and grabs your hand, that only minutes ago was in your pussy.

He pulls your hand to his face and deliberately sucks your fingers into his mouth. Your mouth drops open and you felt yourself gush a little more. It was the hottest thing you had ever seen. Donnie slides his tongue over your fingers and slowly removes them from his mouth. He smirks “You are so delicious.” You can see his cheeks flushing slightly. Donatello gulps once and says “Look, seeing you like this and knowing I caused it, is just incredible. I’d like to help you finish.” His eyes never leaving yours he reaches over and removes the covers from your legs. Your legs are still spread and your pussy is gleaming in the light from your lamp. Donatello inhales sharply. “You are so beautiful.” You swallow as he maneuvers in between your legs. He starts laying kisses on your thigh inching his way closer and closer to you. You gasp and grab a pillow. Reaching your pussy he takes a deep breath and just stares at the sight that is before him. Looking up at you he leans in closer and runs his tongue from your entrance all the way up to your clit. You scream “DONNIE!” He smiles up at you with love in his eyes “Ok, I’m going to do my best to give you as much pleasure as possible.” He raises up a bit and moves a little further back while grabbing your hips pulling you down with him. He moves back in closer and reaches up with one hand and starts playing with your nipple. He flicks it lightly, he pinches it gently with his fingers and traces small circles on your areola. You’re tossing your head from side to and moaning out his name.

Donatello takes his other finger and starts rubbing it up and down your slit, each pass he moves in between your folds a little more. Your hips are thrusting up towards his hand desperate for more. “Donnie, o my god please, PLEASE! Put your finger inside of me!” Donnie smiles “As you wish.” Reaching your hole he starts to slowly push his finger in. He groans feeling how hot and tight you feel. You scream at how thick his finger is. Gritting his teeth he focusses on you. “That’s it, my lady, squeeze my finger, o god you’re so hot.” He slowly starts pumping it in and out. With each thrust, he adds a little more force. “Donnie, fuck DONNIE!” All you can do is say his name over and over again. Donatello starts to push up while he’s thrusting his hand, hitting your g-spot. The wet sounds of your arousal can be heard over your screams. Donatello can’t wait anymore, he needs more of your taste. He leans in and slowly starts to lick. His finger still pumping in and out of you.

You arch and grab the pillow beside you harder. Bringing it up to your face, biting it. The pleasure is so intense. Donnie moans into your pussy. He slips his tongue in between your folds and finding your clit and starts circling it with his tongue. He feels you clench his finger harder and instinctively knows your close. Placing his mouth over your clit he sucks gently and starts slightly moving his head from side to side. You’re screaming into the pillow. You were so close. You didn’t know how but Donatello managed to thrust his finger in and out of you even faster. He adds a second finger and again increases the speed of his thrusts. You scream his name “DONNIE!” and he feels your walls clench his fingers. Your orgasm rips through your body. Your juices are squirting out and hitting his plastron, neck, and face. He keeps going until he feels your walls ease the pumping on his fingers. When he’s sure your orgasm is done wracking your body he slows down the tempo of his tongue and fingers making sure to bring you down carefully. Your breathing hard and your heart feels like it’s going to explode. He eases his fingers out and his tongue off of you. Resting his chin on his hand he gazes up at you, smiling. You manage to find your voice “Donnie, that was, it was. Holy shit that was amazing!” He grins wider “Good, I’ve read a few books and watched a few videos trying study different techniques, I’m glad I was successful in getting you to…” He pauses only briefly and says “to cum.” You smirk “O my god Donnie, I’ve never cum like that before in my life.” You tilt your head to the side and grin at him “What about you? I’d love to return the favor.” Donnie blushes. “Well, I was really enjoying what I was doing to you and when you came…I did too.” You smile. “O, well that’s ok.” Donnie looks up at you. “I told my brothers that I wouldn’t be home tonight, so if you want to give me a little while, I’m sure I could go again.” He grins at you only a little sheepishly. You laugh and reach down to caress his cheek. “O Donnie, I think we can definitely work with that.”

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#tmnt donatello #tmnt smut fic

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elliottsonthevirge · 7 years

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Sides’ Bad Days

i had some ideas about how the standard “bad days” of each of the sides go, so have headcanons! under the cut because it got long

Virgil:

Virgil's bad days start early, meaning he doesn't start until late

he stays in bed until about 2:00pm dissociating(if he’s not real, he can’t panic, right?)

he only gets up because one of the others, usually Patton, comes to check on him

they get him up and going: food in his system, hydrated, get him to shower if it's a good bad day

some days this is enough, other days it just gets worse

these days he breaks down but it's better now than it used to be

before he'd have to deal with it alone but now he's got the others' support

if he has an attack one of them will coach him through the breathing exercise while the other two set up the living room

they'll turn off all the lights and cover all the windows

they get Virgil into a blanket cocoon on the couch once he's calm enough and get him some noise cancelling headphones with his music

they usually will just stay in the room at this point, doing their own thing but being near for support and comfort

sometimes, though, he'll need them more than he needs space

then, they'll all end up on the couch, sometimes just being together, other times they'll put on a movie

Virgil still acts shy and uncomfortable about it, but he really does enjoy the physical contact when he's in the mood for it

Patton:

on his bad days, Patton wakes up early

he can never say why, he just knows the clock will say something between 4:00am and 6:00am if he wakes up and isn't his "usual" peppy self

not all of Patton's not-entirely-happy days are bad days, though, but his very-much-sad days and really angry days are

on sad days, he'll always try and fix his mood by getting up and making a big breakfast

this isn't anything unusual for the others to walk down to (Patton usually makes them breakfast) but they do notice if he has to warm it up

sometimes Logan will come down to make coffee and find Patton literally crying over spilled milk

sad days generally culminate with Patton breaking down crying over some small detail breaking the dam

at that point, the others will all set up a pillow fort in the living room, fully equipped with stuffed animals and hot cocoa, and watch light Disney movies together

all of this makes Patton feel loved and safe enough to let himself feel sad, which usually gets it out of his system enough that the next day isn’t a bad day

on angry days, Patton goes through the daily motions but socially shuts down

rather than being the most talkative side behind Roman, he's quieter than any of them

he also makes less of an attempt to hide the fact that he's not happy than when he's sad

Virgil actually tries to avoid Patton on angry days because it is honestly terrifying when he snaps

just like on sad days it's usually just one small thing too many that breaks him

sometimes he drops a plate while doing the dishes, sometimes it's him stubbing a toe or hitting his elbow, but when he breaks, Patton swears worse than any of them. and loudly

he'll just stand where he is and scream for a full minute sometimes

he collects himself pretty quickly, though, and while he might still just be angry, he tries to make up for losing it to the others

if he snaps before dinner, he'll work extra hard on the meal for everyone, otherwise he'll put that effort into a craft for each of the others

this focus on the others usually clears away the majority of his anger, at least enough to fill him with more love than anger

Roman:

on Roman's bad days, he spirals

he panics trying to come up with creative and original ideas(like what we see in Moving On pt 1)

usually these days start off normally, but they go down hill once he sits down to start working

at that point he'll stay in his room until one of the others interviens, on very bad days he'll warp his room dangerously via daydream-mode trying to come up with something

he'll conjure up dragons to fight to get is groove back, he'll play out every idea he can thing of for a scenario all at once, he'll go for hours into deep corners of his room and exhaust himself so much that he and his room crash

when his room crashes, every daydream scenario disappears instantly, no "progress saved", and Roman passes out where he is in his unaltered room

the first time one of them found him like this, Patton had gone to get him for dinner and then freaked out quite loudly

Roman woke up to all three of them over him trying to figure out what to do, Patton running through every first-aid tip he’s ever learned trying to find something helpful, Logan trying to figure out why Roman passed out and so what to do, and Virgil just holding his hand and trying to stay grounded

after making sure he wasn't concussed or dehydrated or actually hurt, they got the story out of Roman

once they get all of the "you shouldn't put so much pressure on yourself"s and "we love you no matter what"s taken care of, they have a movie night that ends with them all asleep on the couch

this becomes the standard for how they handle Roman's very bad days, which they've been more careful to look out for after the first time they found him

if it's an okay-but-still-bad day, they'll usually catch him before the crash, call him out of daydream-mode, and get him a fantasy book to read or a tv show to watch as "inspiration", totally not as a distraction

that's usually enough if they catch him early

there've been a few times where they've only caught him after the crash, though, one time Virgil even went to check on Roman right as he crashed (that was not a great day for anyone after that)

but there’s never been a day where Roman has crashed an woken up all alone in months, and he’s so grateful for his family whenever he wakes up surrounded by them that bad days can never stay bad at that point

Logan:

Logan's bad days are much less obvious than the others' and they're generally more than one day long

he gets super entrenched in his work, even more than usual

he wakes up earlier and goes to sleep later than what is optimal, but he over looks that in order to get more work done

he still makes sure to go to "Family Meals" as Patton calls them

he also takes a break from working for meals, but that's really it, which is why his bad days are harder to notice

it's usually Virgil who notices that Logan's not doing too well

Virgil has the most irregular sleep schedule of all of them, so every once in a while he'll find Logan making coffee at a 1:00am with a spreadsheet open

when Logan gets "caught" that's when he starts to relax, mostly because whoever catches him working at ungodly hours or for horrible stretches of time makes him

if Patton catches him, he'll make Logan a hot cocoa and tuck him into bed

Logan insists this isn't necessary, but he actually really enjoys it

if it's Roman, Logan still gets tucked in, but instead of cocoa, he gets a realistic "fairy tale" (usually just stories of what Roman did the other day)

again, Logan actually doesn't mind this (it's quite similar to ASMR, which he does enjoy from time to time)

both Patton and Roman give Logan a bit of a talking to about sleep schedules and not over working and this usually works to get him to think about self care to get him out of the "bad day zone"

when Virgil catches him, he doesn't get tucked in, he gets sat down on the couch and cuddled with

usually they'll start off talking about what's stressing them out so much (Logan's bad days usually overlap with Virgil worrying about Thomas's life more than usual), this outside perspective on what’s going on and talking through the stress actually helps Logan get out of the “bad day zone” more than he realizes

after a while, though, they'll get onto other topics like conspiracies and random facts they'll never need to know

they eventually fall asleep like this

whenever Logan wakes up after one of these nights(with any of them), he feels more rested than ever

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #logan sanders #headcanon #bad days #my writing #kinda #idk how tags work #i just had a lot of thoughts while writing the fic i just posted

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dylanowhy · 7 years

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Trying - Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: dylanowhy (me)

Summary: Lust without love mixed with need and want. It must be the reason why your relationship is so toxic. Yet, somehow, you can’t get enough.

Pairings: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: Language. Fluff.

Word Count: 2,019

A/N: Alrighty, this is the last part of The Real Deal, the emotions this fic gave me are real. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcomed.

Part I

6AM. You weren’t one of those people who woke up in the middle of the night – nor early in the morning. However, that was on nights that make sense, on nights there were normal. But it was safe to say that last night was nowhere near normal. Your eyes fluttered, leftover make-up making it slightly harder to open your eyes. You laid in only a very faded AC/DC shirt and your underwear, of course the shirt was Dylan’s, the smell of him hitting you like a truck as you set up, head spinning in seven different directions. Images of last night came flooding back to you, the sigh leaving your mouth dripping with depression. You looked next to you at the emptiness and wondered if he had left for good or bad reason. You found yourself not wanting to find out as you let your legs drape over the bed, sliding off and hitting the wooden floor. “Where are they?” You asked, quickly trying to locate your clothes. You already knew what the talk was going to be about this morning and quite frankly – You didn’t want to hear it. Didn’t want to hear all the horrid words leave his mouth, like venom.

“Shit.” You gasped as you stubbed your toe, trying to work quickly was backfiring on you. You had managed to find most of your things, fully dressed besides shoes, you couldn’t find your shirt, which was a little too normal when you were at Dylan’s but wearing his was fine with you. Just as you were about to grab your keys and run for the hills, the bedroom door swung open showing off a slightly roughed up Dylan. His hair was sticking up unevenly, like he didn’t even sleep the night before. His clothes were loose on him, obviously being the ones he slept in. he was clutching something in his hand, a coffee, the smell finding your nose causing it to wrinkle up. He noticed that, he always noticed things.

“Got you a coffee.” His voice was groggy, like he had something stuck in his throat. Maybe he was afraid to speak, afraid to break the small silence they had between them. That seemed to be the only time things really worked for them. When it was silent and no one spoke. “Thanks.” Your voice was only a smudge above a whisper, your eyes flickering around the room but always seeming to land on him. He made the move first, walking over to you like it was a task at hand and he just had to get through it. You took your coffee from him, taking a sip. “Leaving?” He questioned, his eyes glancing at your keys that your body was leaning towards. You took a breath, eyes closing, it was starting.

“Thought we could talk about things.” His voice was further, on the other side of the room now, things rustling on his nightstand. You found yourself sitting on the plush of his bed again, wanting to get things over with. “What is there to talk about?” You felt like everything that needed to be said was said last night, you were already reliving it in your head enough, you didn’t need a live recap. A frustrated sigh came from him and you felt the bed move from behind you indicating he took a seat on the other side. You didn’t feel his eyes on you, which took some of the pressure off you.

“Last night was –“ He took a moment, pausing for what seemed like eternity. “Different.” He finally finished and the confusion in his voice was vivid. Agreeing, you nodded, but you knew he couldn’t see that. Maybe you didn’t want him to. His weight sifted, indicating he was now looking at you. You could feel his eyes like knives piercing through your skin. “Could you look at me?” There was something new in his voice, something you have never heard before, and you turned, mostly for interest. You need to look at him and figure out what was so different about his voice. What was so different about this talk.

His eyes did the thing. Where he blinked multiple times in a row, tongue coming out to lick over his lip. Something you would usually find sensual and inviting, but this had different meaning to it. It was quiet, the only sound was the swirling noise from the fan above and shallow in sync breathing between the two of you. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you, and for some reason you couldn’t bring yourself to look away either. “I needed that.” He began to speak, his words becoming confusing.

“Those things – Those things that couples do when they hold hands and cuddle. When they give kisses goodbye and send cute little texts messages. When they sleep over to actually sleep and not have sex. Where they care about each other’s feelings and take into account of what they do and say before they do it.” His eyes have left yours by now, looking off into the distance, dreaming, possibly imaging a relationship that was as perfect as he made it sound. Something you knew that you two could never be, and for some reason, this made your heart hurt more than the usual talk. Made your body tense with pain that you had never felt before.

“I didn’t think we could do that.” His last sentence was a whisper, but you caught it. The room too quiet for you not too. The thing is, you believed you couldn’t do that. You didn’t think you two could be so normal where everything was natural and cozy. You didn’t mesh in that way. Sure, you’ve never tired it but you could tell. Things like this, they never worked out for you. You never had someone solid in your life. This was no different. “I didn’t go to sleep right away last night. Damn, I was tired but, I couldn’t bring myself to close my eyes. We fight all the time, I hurt you almost every time I see you.” – “But when I was looking down at you, the way your mouth hung slightly open, how your eyes dart even though they were close. Or the way you let these small noises escape you. It was – Jesus Christ, it was beautiful.” He let out a breath, one he was holding in. You could feel your eyes began to burn. Your heart was clenching, the tears began to flow.

“I thought to myself. Have I really been that selfish? Have I really been that guy to hurt someone so much for his own needs he never really realized what was in front of him? Maybe I’ve been scared, too much of a coward to commit after being out of a relationship so long. Maybe I didn’t want to get hurt again, I don’t know but I do know that I feel like an idiot. Like I have wasted all of the amazing and precious time I’ve had with you.” – “Using you for whatever I needed, when I needed it. Not thinking about you, not thinking about your feelings. I am so fucking stupid.”

It was silent, your crying. you couldn’t bring yourself to stop. It felt good, like you were releasing every aching pain. This man in front of you was doing something you only seen in the movies. He was pouring his heart out, telling you how he really felt, and you had to fight every urge to lean up, bring him in and kiss him until your tears stopped. To kiss him to let him know that is was okay, that all was somehow forgiven and they were fine, but you knew he wouldn’t want that. Knew he needed to do this. His eyes found yours and the pain in your heart grew, his eyes were glossy, fighting back tears of his own. His mouth opened, wanting to speak but no words coming out. Just like that, the magnet that brought you two together in the first place reunited.

Lips crashed into each other with as much force as they usually did. However, this time there was something more behind it, something dancing alone the lines of passion. It sent waves through your body, but not the way it would on normal occasions, this was something more powerful than lust. It made your body shake, your knees weak. If you were standing you would have collapsed by now.

He pulled away all too soon and it left you breathless. You were closer now, his hands gripping you softly and pulling you into him. Your eyes were still closed and you rested comfortably on his chest, his fingers running through your hair as the slow in sync breathing before turned into hot pants. That kiss was better than any sex you’ve ever had with anyone. Including him. “I want to try.” His voice was airy, light and you smiled into his chest, heart still aching but in a different way now, it was aching with the feeling of being wanted, and not in the way that usually only lasted twenty minutes.

“Are you sure?” You had to asked, it was your nature to. You wanted to make sure that he really did want this, because you knew if you two went down this road, the road of remembering birthdays and lazy Saturdays. The road of learning the little things and stories from the past. You knew if you did this, that there would be a tremendous amount of heart break somewhere in the future. Who knows? Maybe they would work out, become the couple who overcame everything and made it through. The two who started off so rocky and ended with an outcome unexpected. However, that’s not always the reality, and you learn the hard way to always look at the glass half empty. Knowing that the smallest thing could tear you two apart.

You searched his eyes, and for the first time the golden orbs didn’t glare down at you. He didn’t scoff, didn’t sigh in anger, didn’t look at you like you had a third eye on your forehead. No, he looked at you with admiration, a cute smile placed on his face, his eyes ringing something true and innocent. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight. “I want to wake up to you. I want to hold your hand in public and kiss you at random times of the day. I want to know anything and everything you’re willing to share with me. I want to go on stupid dates and formal dates and lazy in bed cuddling dates. I want to fall asleep with you in my arms. But most of all (Y/N), I want to try with you. I want to work hard on this and make it work. I want to not give up when things get rough. I don’t want to be that guy who makes you cry anymore.” – “I want to be that guy that makes you smile.” The entire time his voice was soft, filled with some unfamiliar and sweet. He did make you smile, but he also made you realized.

The man laying beneath you was someone you didn’t think you could find yourself living without. Not even in the slightest. You didn’t know that you could feel like this – At peace. Like everything was falling perfectly into place. That maybe you had your life in the right place, even if it was just for right now. “Dylan.” Your voice broke as you spoke, it being the first thing you’ve said since he first walked in the room. He snapped out of his rambling, eyes widening at your voice, as if he almost forgot what it sounded like. You smiled wide, so wide you could feel your cheeks starting to hurt, but you weren’t complaining, you haven’t felt this happy in a while.

And without hesitation, without regret, you said the words he didn’t know how to say but he had been saying it all along. “I love you too.”

#dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien #stiles stilinski #stiles stilinksi imagine #teen wolf imagine #dylanowhy #Trying

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celebrationnebula · 5 years

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Old Man Keith

Chapter 4: Ocean View

The new bed was much better than the last but still wasn’t great. The firmness was a nice relief from the overly cushioned bed before, but it was also very old with few springs poking into Keith when he would lie down.

…

Lance was still gone by breakfast, so all they had was toast and jam. Which was perfect, the simple meal cut down on cooking, eating, and clean up time, so Keith and Hunk were able to leave for the market earlier than expected.

The marketplace was already bustling with people by the time the two arrive. The ocean up close was breathtaking, morning lights dancing across and ever shifting surface, and large ships docking, loading, unloading, and taking off up and down the docs. Men would be shouting from the boats to other men, and women hoisting bags of flower over their shoulders, grandmas guiding grandchildren through the crowd, and just life and people everywhere.

Hunk had restocked on all the basic essentials and was now combing through the vending stalls for some specific parts for his current contraption. It was planned to be an automotive door answerer. Probably inspired by yesterday's bombardment.

As they were walking down the street, the crowded suddenly surged with a new energy. Three deafening low flying planes streaked across the sky, raining flyers in their wake. An official man marching through the surging crowd hollered, “Do not be swayed by enemy propaganda!” The entire street was erupting in chaos as people rushed the docks to get a glimpse of something smoking on the horizon. Dozens of small boats were taking off to the pillar of grey clouds. Keith and Hunk were elbowing their way through the crowd for a better view, when Hunk let out a gasp.

“Two of Hagger’s henchmen are here!” Hunk whisper yelled at Keith. Sure enough, two blob creatures shrouded in purple cloaks were sulking through the crowd, paying no attention to the smoldering shipwreck offshore. Instinctively the two men flattened their backs against a nearby wall, trying to hide form the henchmen. Once they had inched their way around a corner, the two made a mad dash to the castle’s entrance. As they did, out of the corner of his eye Keith thought he saw a familiar terrible haircut amidst the crowd. Shiro? Keith tried to pivot and chase after him, but Hunk yanked his arm down an alleyway and into the castle. The two hunched over in the entranceway, attempting to catch their breath.

“Wow Keithy, you look worse than normal~” Lance was home.

…

It had been an eventful and frustrating day. The walk along the ocean had been nice but having to flee left a bad taste in his mouth. Not to mention the possibility that he saw Shiro at that oceanside town… Shiro had been the Shiroganes’ only son before they adopted Keith; it was actually thanks to Shiro that they adopted him. And to top it all off, when they got home Keith almost immediately got in an argument with Lance. An argument about literally nothing. Needing to take some agency over his life, Keith took up a buck and mop and just went hog wild on the place. The castle was well kept thanks to Hunk, but it was huge and while regularly frequented areas were fairly clean, most of the cast needed some serious dusting. So that's what he did.

Keith had vigorously cleaned his way through most of the castle by the time he reached the library Lance was reading in. Unfortunately, he hadn’t noticed the wizard until a good couple steps into the room, when the wizard also noticed him. Too late to back out Keith blazed forward eyes anywhere but the brunet. Awkwardly Keith swept out corners and mopped the floor around Lance, only once daring to glace up, just to find out that the man with a caramel tan had been observing him the whole time. Keith could practically feel the wrinkles on his face sag with that realization. Suddenly even more self conscious, Keith found himself fumbling with things more and stubbing his toe.

Fully emerised Keith packed up the cleaning supplies and walked out. “Hmmm~ don’t work yourself too hard sweetie!” Chimed Lance after him. Keith was fully embarrassed.

Despite that one room, Keith’s cleaning exploits really had made him feel better. It was probably the closest thing his old man body could take to work out.

…

“Hey, their Ke~ith! You’re looking much better~” said Lance from the dining table. Keith had just descended the staircase, and not smelling anything extravagant, much to his disappointment, had hoped that Lance wouldn’t be home for dinner again.

“Not everything is about looks, LAnce.” Keith snapped.

“Maybe not when you look like you, sporting that mullet at 90, but when you look like me, looks really do play into everything,” replied Lance.

“Lance”, warned Hunk, in a very mother tone.

Dinner was a few cold dishes, which is why there wasn’t an alluring smell like normal; summer rolls, sesame noodles, and Chinese Lettuce Wraps. As hunk balanced the dishes on a larger serving tray, walking from the kitchen to the dining table, Lance stared across the table at Keith, giving him a good eyeing over. Growing uncomfortable, and hoping to avoid this becoming a common thing, Keith called Lance out on all this staring, “If ya got something to say, say it or stop looking.”

“Oh~? So as long as I say something, I can continue staring?” Lance teased.

“Wh- No!” Keith barked, thoroughly satisfied with all interaction with Lance.

“Oh well, I do have something to say though,” Lance responded, twirling this spoon between his fingers, “I’ve been wondering about this for a while now actually. What’s in your pocket?”

“Or Are You Just Happy To See Me!” Shouted Pidge from the hearth. Earning a hearty laugh from Hunk and Lance, and a scowl from Keith.

“Careful there darling, you’re going to make your frown lines worse!” Cried Lance, which only made Keith grimace even harder. “Serious though, check your jack pocket, what’s in there.”

Keith reached inside his pocket to find a single fold, piece of cardstock paper. Odd, it didn’t seem like the kind of thing Keith would put in his jacket pocket.

“Here, hand it over,'' commanded Lance. Without thinking, Keith compiled and immediately regretted being so cooperative. The instant Lance’s fingers grazed the paper it ignited. Falling it scorched a picture into the table.

“What is it?” Hunk gasped.

“It is an ancient magic. Quite powerful in fact. Cast by Hagger herself.” mumbled the magician.

“You sure you’re not working with her?” Hunk asked.

“Why would I work with the WITCH. When SHE’S THE ONE WH-owwhmmf”, like magic, Keith’s lips sealed together cutting off the rest of his sentence. Angry and frustrated he banged his fist on the table to emphasize his anger and frustration.

“You can’t talk about the details of your curse....” said Pidge. As Lance waved his hand over the markings, seeming to seer it away.

“Friends, please, enjoy your meal. I have some business to attend to.” Announced Lance as he dropped off his dishes in the sink and walked out the front door. As he left, Keith noticed the pinwheel land on a color he didn’t know where it leads to, Black.

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#二茶 #voltron #fanfiction #hmc au #voltron au #voltron hmc au #omk #omk.4

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kimitak-e · 7 years

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Mustard Mary

the first thing Mustard Mary did when she was born was to bite her mother on the thigh with a full set of steak-knife teeth. the second thing she did was scream, at the top of her lungs, as if she herself was the one bitten.

it was a mystery why Mary had shark’s teeth when both her parents were normal, but they did the best they could, and when she grew up they sent her to school.

on the first day of school, Mustard Mary ran up to another girl and bit her too, right on the shoulder. this time the girl was the one who screamed. then she clubbed Mary over the head.

“you can’t go around biting people,” said the girl. “biting is rude, and besides it really hurts.”

“what is ‘hurts’?” said Mary.

“’hurts' is when something feels bad and you want to get away, but you can’t, because it’s your own body. like when you stub your toe, or fall and skin your knees.”

Mustard Mary stood very still, swaying back and forth. nobody had ever explained it like this to her before, and she felt ashamed at her own ignorance. she shrugged one shoulder stiffly.

“when i bite somebody, i feel it on me where i put my teeth on them. is that also a ‘hurts’?”

“that’s exactly what it is.” the girl crossed her arms. “if it hurts you too, why do you do it?”

“i don’t know,” said Mustard Mary.

but she thought about this exchange for many years after.

Mary’s heart was pounding. she was naked in her boyfriend’s dorm room because they were going to have sex. she had filed down all of her shark’s teeth long ago, and she had learned to stop biting people too, because the girl from her old school told her it was rude. later, though, she had read on the internet that sometimes it was not rude to bite people, because it was sex. this time she would try something she had never done before.

“bite me,” she said, holding out her arm.

“what?” said her boyfriend.

“just this once. i want to try something out.”

to her boyfriend, Mary looked like a holy crusader on a mission. it scared him because he couldn’t understand it, but it was hard not to do what she wanted because he loved her, even though it was plain she didn’t love him back. they had been together four months.

“if you say so...” he replied, taking her arm carefully and putting it to his mouth. “like this?” he bit down.

“yes. but harder.”

he bit harder.

“harder.”

he bit harder.

“harder!”

this was too much. her boyfriend sat back and dropped her arm. “doesn’t that hurt?”

“of course it does.”

“then why do you want it?”

“let me see your arm.”

Mustard Mary put their naked forearms together, one with an ugly red welt, one unmarked.

“doesn’t it hurt you when you bite me?” asked Mary.

her boyfriend looked at her strangely. “what? like, emotionally? kind of, yeah.”

“no. i mean, physically. physically, don’t you feel hurt when you hurt other people.”

her boyfriend began to look at her even more strangely. “no. why would i feel that?”

“i don’t know,” said Mustard Mary. “but i think i have to go.”

a few paddles out from shore, Mary pulled in the gillnet. she was Assistant Professor Mustard Mary now, shark researcher. she had let her teeth grow long again, and didn’t care what people said. she was not much like a shark, but in her mind, they were as close as anything to being like her. it was like love.

these days she liked the evening collection best, when the summer sun set the sea ablaze in a riot of passionate pinks and purples. there on the water you could be alone in your boat, and it would hold you in the centre of the sky, the past and future spanning out into nothingness all around you.

she knew she could leave the collection to her research students, but there was a skill demanded by the task that was satisfying to live up to. if there was a catch, you had to lift the line from the water quickly, without letting it scrape the side of the boat. then when the shark was in your hands -- juveniles only, no longer than a few feet -- you had to untangle it quickly, and ease it into the collection container before it could struggle.

today, though, the weight on the end of the line felt different: light and dragging, not at all lively. sometimes this happened when the net got caught on a bit of seaweed. Mary pulled it in anyway, and then sucked in a breath.

no seaweed this evening-- it was a shark: a stiff head with the eyes not just uncomprehending but unseeing, mouth set in an innocent grimace. the rest had gone missing behind the gills, save for a few bloodless rags of flesh. it was a little lemon shark. or what was left of one.

Mary held the carcass in her hands and inspected the damage. it looked like the body had been severed in one clean bite, without much struggle; eaten, most likely, by another shark. it was grisly, but she tossed the head back into the water without dwelling much longer. these things happened, after all.

to her surprise, a second, strong splash followed the plop. a gurgle came next, until a glossy head emerged from the water.

the face she saw had eyes set wide apart, with black irises like a dog’s -- no whites at all -- and two flat nostrils that opened and closed in the air. a mop of long ragged hair drifted from its scalp in all directions, floating on the water. its skin was the colour of an old corpse, but its gaze was intelligent and alert.

“hello,” said the mermaid.

“hello,” said Mustard Mary, too shocked to do anything else. when the mermaid spoke again, it revealed a wide mouth full of steak-knife teeth, which were fuzzy with algae.

“why are you in that thing? are you hurt?” the mermaid asked. it had a pleasant, sexless voice, neither high nor low.

“no. i’m fine. i use this boat for research.” Mary hesitated, then said, “thanks for your concern.”

the mermaid’s head bobbed up and down in the water. “no need to be so formal. if you’re not hurt, you should come and join me for dinner-- it’s not every day you see a cousin.”

“cousin?” Mary said.

“well, sure. i’d know those teeth anywhere. we’re the same.”

“i don’t understand,” Mary said.

the mermaid gazed at her contemplatively, then rose an inch above the water as if to emphasize a point. “it’s not every day you meet another mermaid,” it said patiently. “like you.”

Mustard Mary stared at the mermaid, wondering at the statement. Mary had dry skin, clothes, and a fresh haircut: all of the things that made a person a person, with the exception of her teeth. she had always thought they belonged on an animal, or shark, but perhaps through some unknown magic she had been switched in the womb, and her teeth were as natural as anything else on her-- the birthright of a mermaid’s child.

other possibilities presented themselves to her in rapid succession: she was dreaming; she was dying; she was victim to some sort of televised hoax, with an actor in a wetsuit. still, the situation demanded some sort of response.

she gathered up her courage said:

“that’s the thing-- i don’t know if i’m a mermaid. all my life i’ve been different from other people. i've felt things they don’t feel and had compulsions they couldn’t dream of. my teeth are made for hurting others but my own flesh bears the scars. i have never heard the words ‘we’re the same’. do you think we truly could be kin? could i really live as a mermaid?”

Mustard Mary leaned out plaintively over the boat. the mermaid, ever-impassive, looked back at her with its solemn dog eyes. after a long, thoughtful silence, it answered:

“those are good questions, and i will try to answer them well. but to begin, we mermaids have never wanted for anything, speaking as we do from the heart. our teeth are for tearing kelp from the ocean bed, not for wounding others. it is a serious matter to use your mouth in this way; perhaps that is why you are so afflicted. the thing you should have been taught from birth is that the pain you deal always comes back to you, and i am troubled that you did not know. but make no doubt about it-- we are the same. and you can come live as a mermaid if you like.”

“so-- you didn’t eat the shark?” said Mary in a small voice.

“no.” the mermaid blinked one eye, then the other. “but if you come live as mermaid, you will see.”

“and how do mermaids live?”

“forever at the bottom of the sea, ponderous in sadness, rapturous in play, eternal in grief. and alone -- mostly alone -- swimming solitary through the world’s great oceans.”

“that is a lot,” said Mary, now less sure. “that’s a lot to take in.”

“it’s just the way we are. the choice is yours to make.”

“i don’t know. i don’t know what to do at all,” said Mary.

“that’s all right. but if ever you decide to live like us, come back to this spot and call me with your heart. we’re cousins.”

“we’re cousins,” Mary repeated, feeling her heart squeezed by the word.

the mermaid nodded. “absolutely. i’m going now, but remember what i said.”

Mustard Mary watched the ragged head sink underwater again, noticing how the light on the ocean seemed to sink with it, and how all at once the night had come folding in. once more she was alone -- though not alone like a mermaid -- adrift in a boat a few paddles out from shore. the lights from the research centre winked out from atop the sand banks, and beyond that the city rose up, close and boisterous. people lived out their lives there, and below the sea they were living them too.

somehow, everyone got by.

“what to do?” Mustard Mary asked herself.

overhead, a bright, full, moon was rising overhead.

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