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christmascocos2023 · 1 year ago

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Thursday 17th August

Another overcast and windy start with quite heavy showers overnight. I had a good night except for waking about 3am and dozing. However don’t feel tired. Must say the lack of bright sunshine, even in tropical climate seems to change the feel of the holiday spirit. I am definitely solar powered🤣. I was up at 0530 and writing this at 0630. Today is the day I am going to do my best and get to Home Island. Hope the plan works😁. Have finally got onto the Birdsnest wifi. Seems there are 2 Birdsnest options and I used the wrong one😏. Either way it is not really coping with posting so will use the hotspot wifi I purchased at one of the hotspot sites it can be used. Apparently it has a bit more grunt than the one at Birdsnest 🤞.

Well I got so over prepared that I got to the ferry jetty in time for the 0730 ferry🤣🤣. Oh well not a terrible place to waste some time looking out over the sea. Thought about catching the 0730 but would still have to sit around on Home Island so will stick with plan A!

I changed my mind again! Took the 0730 ferry and got to Home Island just before 0800. My buggy won’t be delivered until the 0830 ferry arrives here at 0900. I am glad now I opted for the early ferry as as we left the clouds cleared and the sun shone. It was a lovely ride. The boat being used as the substitute ferry looks like a good sized fishing boat(although it may in fact be used as a secondary or back up for the main ferry,and is called the R J Hawke. No prizes for where the owners political affiliation might lie😁. I sat outside and although bumpy because of the 2-4 metre swell and the speed plus all the rips and strong currents I believe are out here. Also lots spray and I took advice of local and sat at the cabin end of the bench seats(fortunately padded!)and had no probs with spray although there was lots water coming up the covered sides and cabin. It is also very noisy because of what I assume are very big powerful diesel engines. Despite all that being on the water finally and the sun shining was wonderful. As I had an hour to fill in I have just been wandering around the foreshore area. Have taken lots photos. However am now sheltered in a lovely gazebo with extras (see photo) as the sky is black again, wind has picked up and random light showers. Yet another advantage of having taken the earlier ferry as the 0830 will have a less pleasant ride I suspect. There was only 3 of us on the 0730 and as the 0830 is the last morning ferry I am keen to see how full it is given the weather.

There seems to be no cars except shire mini truck things and motorised transport is all by buggy. Makes it a very pedestrian friendly place. It is definitely a little Malaya with all street signs being Malay names and all signs mostly English and Malay although some like a memorial on the foreshore which is only in Malay. As far as I have seen it is a very laid back little place and I can even see a cute little beach to the right of where I am sitting.

As it happened there was only about 5 people on the 0830 so I prepared for nothing. Although now it has arrived my buggy has not! Fortunately the woman from the visitor centre who booked it for me happened to be meeting the ferry to collect something as she works on Home Island today. She is going to call the buggy man and find out where he is for me. I yet again fall on my feet’s 😁. Good thing I came early or would have lost some touristing time😁. Things do rather move at island time especially as most people seem to have more than one job. The buggy man came about 20mins later than he should have and in his defence the tourist place had me down as an overnight hire starting yesterday🤷‍♀️. Anyway he went through everything and it was his wife who told me about the pop up food. I have taken a photo of my bright blue buggy and will post. Being short the distance from the seat to the steering wheel meant I had to have arm extending and reaching or sit on the edge of the seat to reach more easily. He forgot to show me reverse but figured it out. Got going a bit shakily with the accelerator but soon buzzing along😁. Certainly can’t speed as max any where on that island is 30km/hr and parts of residential area are 8km/hr. The man also warned me that the locals don’t even notice Give Way signs to keep eyes peeled! Seems the local kids might be a traffic hazard as he also said that I was lucky I was only driving around in school hours🤷‍♀️. In case you think the kids can use the buggies every driver has to have a drivers licence and all the buggies are register just like cars. I did keep an eye on the battery light thing but was fine but another couple told me on the ferry home that theirs had just gone flat fortunately in town and they had to abandon it and return the key. I suspect the fact they went flat is the weight their buggy was carrying compared to mine. Both husband and wife were morbidly obese.

Good news is the sun is out, lots blue sky and wind dropped so looking good. Having said that the weather does turn quickly!

Well the buggy arrived,the sun came out, clouds pretty well cleared and a beautiful day. Still some seriously strong winds on and off and depending on the side of the island you are. Good thing as golf buggy not equipped for rain😁. Once I had the buggy and a map I was off. Even with my famous sense of direction or lack there of you can’t get lost on Home Island as very small. As only buggy’s or quad bike type things allowed the roads in the main area are lovely small paving squares and a dream to drive on. Very well thought out and neat tidy homes with everyone it seems having one or more boats😁. Once you get a bit further especially along the coastlines the roads become dirt or limestone but as all people have is these little buggy’s even these roads are well maintained. It seems everyone who lives here takes great pride in the place and it shows. The beaches on what they call the lagoon side are pristine and safe as well as photogenic. Even the ones that aren’t on the lagoon side look wonderful. If they were in WA they would be alive with people even with the strong wind as the temp is in the mid to high 20’s and you can’t feel the humidity because of the wind. Apparently it doesn’t blow this hard normally at this time of the year but they do normally get lovely breezes during this period . The whole place is just picture perfect and like being in Malaysia with a western twist. Unfortunately at present no reliably open places to buy a snack or lunch and all a bit random re opening. However there was a pop up doing Malay takeaways outside the Supermarket. It was busy and I wanted to keep going so didn’t bother. Never got lunch and forgot to bring the snacks I usually carry for such occasions (blame the early start). I also realised on the way home that other than my water bottle I hadn’t even drunk enough water. There was just so much to cover and I got caught up😁. There was a restaurant but it has been closed for renovations and it looks like it is going to be sizeable. They have a shop which is pretty good but to stay here you would have to cook or go back and forward to West Island on the ferry.

I did a tour of Oceania House the home of the Clunies Ross dynasty until 1983. The tour was an hour and I had the guide on my own and it was fantastic as is the house. Because she gave me so much information I am going to do a separate section about that tour and what I learned. As there was so much it might take a while for me to remember and be sure I have got as much as I can down. There is a book apparently you can buy here about the dynasty but it is written by a CluniesRoss and as such should be read in context😏.

I did among many things go out to the cemetery where I got photographs of 4 Clunies Ross grave and also one that is in the grounds of the house. They seemed to be the only Christian graves amongst the rest who are Malay and I assume Islamic faith. The cemetery is still being used. Before you get too high expectations I was so entranced with what I was being told during the tour I didn’t take photos inside the house. Anyway a photo wouldn’t do it justice. To soften the blow I will tell you that there is a Clunies Ross living on West Island but none on Home island☹️.

I have taken lots photos of my buggy tour but they won’t give you the reality. It is a real piece of paradise albeit a very isolated piece and I am not sure if any one who is not Malay or was or has links even lives on the island. It seems a very Malay enclave although over the years the locals have developed a few quirks to their ancestry that are quintessentially Home Islanders quirks. It is basically a Kampong.

I am just writing this and chilling out after a busy day and have eaten a bit and drunk lots water so back on track. I seem to have mastered my car’s oddities but still very careful and am not going to get cocky.

I am off on a motorised canoe tour tomorrow. Bit of a worry me and canoe skills😂😏. According to my paperwork we meet outside the guides house(about 3 down from me) at 0550hrs . However whether that still holds not sure. I have learned to expect the unexpected and roll with the dice🤣. The weather remains sunny and dry so I am hoping for good things over the weekend. Might actually get wet other than from the rain🤣🤣.

Home Island photos:

The lovely gazebo type structure on the island with it unique centre and looking out to the ferry jetty.

My buggy,a typical street on Home Island,

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majianguo · 6 years ago

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View of Bekasi and the eastern section of Cakung taken from Indonesia’s tallest Ferris wheel, the J-Sky.

#J Sky Ferris wheel #Cakung #ferris wheel #Jakarta

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osmt-hkw · 2 years ago

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new!

alright, way bigger and more complicated update this time! there's going to be a lot of different folders added and changed and i'm going to break each one down in this format:

name of folder (location) - description.

it's quite long, so i put it all under the readmore! as always, check my pinned post for the link.

new folders:

miscellaneous characters (hkw > side characters > miscellaneous characters) - a folder of most of the characters in the "miscellaneous" section of the game. the "matsuno parents" folder will be merged with this one. Biggest_Chungus helped me with sprites: 38, 39, 42 - 45, 97, 119, 128, 194, 197, 201, 207, 209, 211, 227 - 238, 246 - 251, 256, 288, and 289.

unique sprites (hkw > unique sprites) - a folder with the "unique" sprites in hesokuri wars that didn't get their own designated section in the side characters area. varies from full sprite sheets to one single sprite. order has no significance. Biggest_Chungus helped me with sprites: 39, 40, 49, and 50.

sprites (unfinished) (hkw > sprites (unfinished)) - the sets i wasn't able to finish before the game shut down. Biggest_Chungus helped me with:

band (2days gig ursid black): oso band (2days gig ursid white): oso, choro, ichi big maniac (returns D): oso, choro, jyushi f6 (animal pajama): oso, ichi, jyushi youkai (tsukumogami): sprites 6, 7, and 10

objects (hkw > trashneyland > objects) - a folder of the objects/decorational pieces from trashneyland i was able to get.

floors (hkw > trashneyland > floors) - a folder of the floors you could place in your trashneyland as decoration. each floor piece consists of two parts.

backgrounds (hkw > trashneyland > backgrounds) - a folder of some of the "skins" trashneyland would change into based on the season. there's about 5 different parts of default trashneyland: the sky, the clouds, the "first" background, which includes the mountains and ferris wheel, the blimp, and the "second" background, which included the wall, bushes, and shrubs.

neet resumes bgs (hkw > miscellaneous > neet resumes) - bunch of folders containing either most or all of the neet resume backgrounds that came with purchasing stuff from the game.

story banners (hkw > miscellaneous > story banners) - has 2 sub folders (titled "gacha" and "stages") full of most, if not all, of the story banners from the game.

icons (hkw > miscellaneous > icons) - folders of unit icons from the game, varying from the ones shown in teams, to ones shown when tapping on a unit, to the ones shown when viewing the "character gallery".

point counters (hkw > miscellaneous > point counters) - a folder full of the "point counters" from story events in the game, which would track how many event points you had to roll in the gacha.

changes:

backgrounds (hkw > backgrounds) - added the last 3 backgrounds to the game.

band (j's dollhouse) (hkw > sprites > band (j's dollhouse)) - added the "band (j's dollhouse)" sextuplet unit.

and that should be mostly everything, i think! i may or may not continue to add more, since the game is over, but for now, this is it.

#osomatsu san #hesokuri wars

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countlessrealities · 2 years ago

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Morty nodded in agreement at his other self's words, managing to hold back the urge to swallow. He already knew that his nervousness would have prevented him from enjoying the sight, but that wouldn't matter as long as his counterpart would have a good time.

"Y-Yeah, you can't usually see them well b-because...you know. L-Light pollution and stuff," he replied, hoping that his comment wouldn't be taken in the wrong way. He wasn't trying to sound like a know-it-all, he only wanted to fill the silence before it got too awkward. "B-But, uh, here there isn't a lot of artificial light, s-so...it'll be really pretty, yeah."

Just as his counterpart would look prettier in the dim light of the stars, but that was a thought that he kept for himself. The last thing he needed now was more pressure and forcing out a compliment with obvious romantic implications would have lead to that.

Despite the anxiety constricting his chest, a little chuckle left his lips at the clumsy attempt at a bow. Geez, his counterpart should have no rights to be so cute, but he was and it made Morty's heart beat a little faster.

He stepped inside the cart first, taking a seat on one of the benches and hurrying to pat the spot next to him. A silent invitation for the other to take it. He couldn't have him sitting across from him. That would have made trying to kiss him even more awkward.

Soon enough, and perhaps too soon, the Ferris Wheel started to move, slowly bringing their cart further and further away from the ground. The lights of the stalls faded and so did the setting sun, leaving behind a trail of pink and orange shades that, however, were quickly swallowed by the night sky.

Morty allowed himself a moment to watch that show of colours, taking in a few steading breaths. Now or never. Do or die.

"Uh, h-hey, I wanted...There's..." He started to stammer out, not knowing what he wanted to say, let alone how. "I-I...We've...Y-You're a great friend an-and an even more amazing person an-and, uh, I..."

His voice trailed off. Why were words always so hard? What was clear was that he was going nowhere with his speech, so he had better act before he lost his courage.

"J-Just...if...D-Don't hate me," he breathed out, as quickly as he could, and the next moment he was gripping at his counterpart's hand and leaning forward.

In hindsight, throwing himself on the other probably hadn't been the best idea, but he managed, by some miracle, not to knock their foreheads together. Instead, his mouth ended up where he wanted, pressed against his counterpart's in a chaste but firm kiss.

Morty's eyes shut tightly as his heart pounded in his chest, excitement and fear of rejection mixing in his chest. Yet, he refused to acknowledge it, just as he ignored the way his palms were sweating and how dry his throat was.

All that mattered right now were the warmth of that body, so close to his own in a completely new way, and the softness of those lips.

It was obvious that Morty’s lighthearted comment was taken in a different way. All he could see was how cute his counterpart looked and completely ignored himself. And once again, he found himself wanting to be bold and say something that could reassure the other. Yet, his own nervousness held him back.

“Y-Yeah, let’s not, uh, show them,” He let out a hushed, awkward chuckle. “We, uh – i-it’s just for our eyes only,”

The picture situation was long forgotten in those next couple of minutes. When he realized that they were a lot closer to getting onto that Ferris Wheel. That sudden idea brought his heart to pump, beating against his chest.

If he got nervous being in close proximity to his counterpart in the photo booth, he didn’t even know how he would be inside the Ferris Wheel carts. The thought that he could ruin it all with one misunderstanding terrified him.

As he walked alongside his counterpart, he couldn’t help to be silent. Though, he didn’t notice that the other didn’t utter a single word either. He was too lost within his thoughts to process anything.

Those images that played through-out his head like a movie. Showing every single possible thing that could go wrong. From saying something bad to accidentally upsetting his counterpart. Oh shit, what would he even say to him? He should have prepared more conversational topics for this. Well, he could always make a joke, do something funny – or would that be too lame?

Amongst the anxiety induced thoughts, he found himself in line. His eyes scaled upwards to look at the giant attraction. The wheel slowly spun with the many passengers inside. Decorated with a fun array of orange, purple and green lights represent the Halloween spirit.

“Oh, uh, y-yeah, perfect timing,” He hadn’t noticed that his counterpart went off to talk to the operator of the ride. “It’s - i-it’s going to look really pretty, see- watching all of the stars, y-you know?”

If he had more courage, he could say something about how pretty they would be, just as how his counterpart was pretty. Though he bit back on that. He couldn’t afford to embarrass himself now.

Especially as the line grew shorter and shorter, eventually leading up to them being next in line. His eyes widened as the cart lowered down onto the boarding platform. It was their turn to get on and his nerves only built up from there.

“Uh, a-after you, PM.”

He tried to do a half bow, a romantic gesture in a way, but the way his body acted made him look a bit weird. Yet, he hoped that it translated well enough.

@countlessrealities

#[ threads :: Morty ]#&& Morty Smith #[ v. Rick Double Morty and Trouble ; timeline split :: Morty ]#advnterccs #[[ I chose to prioritise this thread over the other things I owe you since we're trying to finish it x'D ]]#[[ the Mortys are lucky they are adorable or they would have looked like idiots xD ]]#[[ but yeah they are both worrying so much omg ]]#[[ it's funny tbh bc all this panic is for nothing x'D ]]#[[ but they don't know...yet x3 ]]#[[ but well my Morty went for it ]]#[[ he almost delivered a headbutt instead of a kiss but shhhh ]]#;; queue

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trashcatsnark · 3 years ago

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late summer gothic aesthetic

Tagged by the always amazing @shallow-gravy

Rules: bold = always; italic = sometimes

Aidan V. Becker (Cyberpunk 2077)

ROAD TRIP BURNOUT

bloodshot eyes, flickering neon motel signs, aviator sunglasses, magic 8 balls, recurrent dreams of grey aliens, beaded curtains, dusty denim and incense smoke, sepia desert vistas, playlists of 1960s rock songs, coded messages in television static, comets in the night sky, fake IDs, gas station snacks, Jesus bobble heads, split lips, patchouli, paranoia between friends.

SOUTHERN CEMETERY

magnolia blossoms, chipping white porch swings, spanish moss, suffocating humidity, faded photographs of lacy weddings, tire tracks in mud, mausoleum angels, family trees, the yellow-green eyes of alligators, repressed childhood memories bubbling to the surface, broken porcelain dolls, legs covered with mosquito bites, blood promises, crucifixes and barbed wire.

INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER

the yellow eye shine of an unseen animal, circling turkey vultures, unnatural fluctuations in the passage of time, daddy long legs in rotting logs, distorted backwards speech through a walkie talkie, unexplainable antler shrines, coniferous mountain horizons, star-like bonfire sparks whirling in an indigo night, nests of infant barn owls, claw marks in tent fabric.

HAUNTED BOARDWALK

rickety ferris wheels, carnival lights through fog, saltwater taffy and tarot card readings, childhood best-friends, thunderstorms over the sea, tear-streaked face paint, chipping animatronics partially submerged in brackish water, ill-fated games of truth or dare, vintage circus posters boasting mermaids and wolf men, underwater caves marked with a skull and crossbones.

Dahlia J. Hale (Far Cry 5)

ROAD TRIP BURNOUT

SOUTHERN CEMETERY

INTER-DIMENSIONAL PARK RANGER

HAUNTED BOARDWALK

Tagging: Everyone who sees this

#cyberpunk 2077 #cp2077 #far cry 5 #fc5 #aidan becker #dahlia hale #aidan v becker

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ladyeliot · 4 years ago

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Your legacy is my nightmare [½] Re-written

Avengers: Age of Ultron / Post Civil War

Pairing: Avengers/Tony Stark x Avenger!Reader

Summary: Your past was marked by Tony Stark, ever since a Stark Industries bomb hit that restaurant when you were 10 years old, during an attack on Novi Grad, the capital of Sokovia. From that moment on, the rage for revenge took hold of you, but things didn’t turn out the way you expected.

Warnings: Angst. Trauma. Deaths. Violence.

Word count: 5378

A/N: Sorry for my spelling and grammatical mistakes, English is not my native language, I am learning.

Reader Powers: Psionic Force Projection. Psionic force fields that she can manipulate in various ways.

When you were five years old you discovered that there was a completely different world inside that magic box. A world that seemed far away from the small town you lived in, a world that could capture your attention, that made you laugh, that grabbed you, and that you dreamed of living in in the future. It was then that American sitcoms became your world.

Your childhood in Novi Grad, the capital of Sokovia, was like that of any other child, totally happy. You were an only child, you were born and raised in a hard-working and extremely loving family, your parents loved you and you loved them, because all they wanted was to make you happy. Your birth took place on a sunny morning in June, creating the tradition that every birthday you went out to do something special, something out of the ordinary routine of everyday life. On your sixth birthday your parents took you to the amusement park, discovering that you weren’t too fond of Ferris wheels. During your eighth birthday your parents opted to take you to a football match, which you enjoyed quite a lot. On your ninth birthday, the three of you took a little trip to the mountains, discovering that you were completely allergic to wasp stings, but on your tenth birthday, everything changed.

For several weeks you had been pestering your mother to go to the new restaurant that had opened in the city centre. Remember that you were madly in love with American sitcoms from the 1950s, which were constantly on reruns on Sokovia television, so you couldn’t have been luckier when you found out that they had opened an American-style restaurant in the city centre. Your mother used to make excuses for not going, but not because she didn’t want to, but because she wanted to wait until your tenth birthday to go and have lunch with the three of you as a family, and that’s how it happened. The morning of your tenth birthday, Novi Grad dawned bright and shiny, there was hardly a cloud in the sky, and the sun was shining. It was Saturday, so there was neither school nor any job that would prevent you from spending the day apart. Your face changed to excitement when you discovered a note along with a special breakfast, informing you of a surprise lunch at Fred’s, the American-style restaurant. At the time you thought you were the luckiest girl in the universe, and that nothing and no one was going to change your mind, but things never work out the way you expect them to.

At around 13:15 you were seated at a table, and you yourself had decided which table you preferred, opting for the one right next to the large window, where you could watch the crowds passing by on the street. While your father informed the waitress about the menu you were going to have, you played with the bottle of ketchup while looking out of the window, on Saturdays the centre was usually crowded and that put you in a good mood. A Jukebox harmonised the atmosphere with typical songs of that decade, you had no idea what the song was, but you knew that you had heard it before in some sitcom. You were delighted, you seemed to be part of one of those comic scenes that made you laugh night after night, however something outside caught your attention, making you drop the bottle of ketchup from your hands. The scene was strange, people were no longer walking, running, no longer laughing, shouting, but you barely had time to utter “Mum…” before a bomb smashed through the large window.

Trauma. An inconsistent word that has so many negative connotations for the person who suffers from it. You never thought that a life filled with numerous catastrophic experiences could ever find the meaning of the word ‘Peace’ again, yet there you were, searching for it. The placid singing of the water crashing against the stones of the riverbed was the best melody you could wake up to every morning. After so many years you had found a place away from civilisation, far from the terror of humanity. A hut in the middle of the green and brown fields of Wakanda, a place where nothing and no one could disturb you. You could say, you could barely remember the time when you were at peace with yourself, maybe your childhood, but there was nothing left of that. However, the harmony around you, together with the humility of country life had given you back all the strength you needed to be able to go on with your life.

But now the question is how you came to Wakanda and why. It had been almost a year since a terrifying experience in the maximum security prison for humans with superpowers, also known as the Raft, prevented you from ever finding inner peace again. During the indeterminate period of time you were held in that underwater facility, the guards did terrible things to your brain. Fear for your powers caused them to take the initiative in using brain torture methods, the only way they discovered that was effective in overriding them. It left scars on you that would last a lifetime, if you made it out of there alive, which you came to believe would be impossible.

The next question is how you came to find yourself in that situation, but we’d better go back to the beginning, when that bomb hit that American-style restaurant in your hometown of Novi Grad. The darkness came moments after the projectile pierced the glass of that building and found its way into the ruins inside, creating a gaping hole underground. The loss of time and space came upon you, when you opened your eyes there was nothing, it was all darkness, yet a red, flickering light was just a few centimetres from your face. You could not move, your limbs were confined by the debris, you could only see the light that slightly illuminated the small air chamber in which you found yourself. You saw that metallic object in front of you, which had written on its side words that were engraved in your memory forever 'Stark Industries’.

It was a long period in which tears silently flowed from your eyes, it was indescribable the way fear clung to your body, with a small hope of being found that flickered on and off with that red light. You hardly knew what that light meant, that it really was a 'lucky break’ for you, at least that’s what all the news said when you were rescued two days later. Eventually you discovered that the bomb must have exploded, that like your parents and all the other members of the local, you must have died.

Your life after that did not improve, but you found them, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff. Your similar experiences during the bombing of Sokovia brought you together, they had also lost their parents and now you were three orphans who were confined from house to house waiting to come of age and flee the place. The country of Sokovia became a war zone, with US troops frequently invading the streets, causing protests by the locals to intensify. During your youth you were a very active part of them, along with the twins, especially those against 'Stark Industries’. What those experiences generated was that the hatred you had hidden for Stark resurfaced again. The three of you wanted to purge your nation of foreign conflicts, so you met a division fighting for the same thing called HYDRA. You joined together, hoping to change the world, hoping to seek peace and freedom again, but that is not what happened. That group had very different ideas, ideas that you three were obviously not a part of, yet your innocence played a trick on you. Stucker, the leader of the division, offered you power, an outlet in the fight against violence, and you accepted, exposing yourselves to a series of physical experiments, called the 'Miracles’ programme. The programme consisted of exposing your bodies to radiation emitted through a sceptre that you had no idea what it was. Thirty-two people participated in the experiment, only you three remained alive. This caused a series of supernatural powers to develop in each of you. In your case, the psionic force took control of your body.

At this point HYDRA had got what it wanted, three superhumans to fight the Avengers, including Iron Man, aka Tony Stark, CEO of Stark Industries. It was impossible to admit that this was too juicy an incentive for you to pass up. The Avengers travelled to Sokovia with the intention of stealing the sceptre that gave you your powers. It was then, at the age of 25, after fifteen years of waiting for that moment, that you came face to face with the creator of the bomb that killed your parents, in that HYDRA operations centre in Sokovia. For the first time you could look him in the eye.

“Hey, J, a quick infrared scanner to the room,” he said in the middle of that wide ship, he had shed the suit, which was now operating on its own.

“The column to your left, I detected a human presence, with radiation levels off the charts,” the suit spoke up, discovering your position.

There was no point in staying hidden, it was the opposite of what you wanted, you wanted him to see you, to have the courage to look you in the eye, to not know who you were and let him know. Tony turned quickly towards that column that the inner voice of his suit had informed him about and bumped into you. The moment came. The brown of his iris projected towards you, he looked terribly harmless, he raised his left hand and Iron Man’s limb covered his own, projecting the palm of his hand towards your body. A smirk of arrogance amplified on your mouth.

“I mean you no harm,” his voice came out fast.

“So late,” you whispered without wiping away the smile, as you slowly raised your palms, creating a psionic field in a circular shape.

Just as Iron Man’s limb had attached itself to yours, the entire suit suddenly encircled your body. At that very moment you projected the psionic field towards him, starting a fierce battle in the middle of that ship. A battle that lasted no more than ten minutes due to your lack of ability to control, manipulate and project your powers. But that would be the first of many times you were to encounter him, that first encounter left you with a thirst for vengeance that would eventually fade, but at that moment it was impossible for you to know.

Things evolved over time, from HYDRA you came to ULTRON, who immersed you in his power, told you he was coming to save the world, but also to wipe out the Avengers, trapping you again in his intentions, believing his were the same as yours. Baron Von Strucker was killed shortly after by Ultron, now it was just the four of you, Ultron, the Maximoff twins and you.

At Salvage Yard, on the African Coast, was the second encounter. Your little group had headed out to meet Ulysses Klaue, an international criminal and underground black market arms dealer, to obtain the world’s most durable material, vibranium, however the Avengers also showed up, making the encounter more interesting. Thor, Captain America and Iron Man stood before the four of you in the middle of a gorge of corridors inside that container ship. There was Iron Man again, covering the body of Tony Stark inside.

“Are you comfortable?” Pietro turned his gaze to a set of missiles that were located on the lower deck. “Like the old times?

"This was never my life,” Iron Man replied, his voice neutral.

“Of course not,” you interjected, stepping to Pietro’s side. “He’s just the enforcer, isn’t he?”

“You can still walk away from this,” Captain America interjected, offering a nostalgic gesture from under his helmet.

“Oh, we’ll do it,” you said with marked indifference. “When the time comes.”

“I know you have suffered,” Captain America commented, eliciting a broad smile from you.

“You know that…” you whispered with a grin, lowering your gaze to your hands where psionic force was slowly concentrating through your fingers. “I really don’t care if you know.”

“It’s about me,” Tony’s stiff voice hit the mark.

“Bingo,” you said wryly just as a wide psionic field formed between your hands offering the signal for the battle to begin.

Disproportionate beams of light slammed into your pupils, energy bursting from each of you, causing the others to stand on guard and find their opponent to carry out their actions. Ultron’s minions moved to counterattack, while you scattered without a specific destination. You had had weeks of training to be able to face the new encounter you all knew was coming, and you could feel your control over your powers becoming more extended, but to do so you had to have your full attention focused on your actions.

The clash between you and Iron Man sent you off course, into a maze of dark corridors and passageways that were only illuminated by the energy coming out of that armour. Your psionic strength kept at bay the radiation that poured from the palm of his gauntlets and the monorail on his chest, causing it to bounce hard off the iron blocks of the walls.

“I’m not who you think I am,” Tony Stark’s voice came through the armour.

“Very subtle when you hide behind a mask,” your words caused the mask that covered Tony’s face to be exposed.

You stared into his eyes, feeling the energy burning inside you, feeling it building up in your hands, so you raised the palm of your hands without holding back, letting all that power come out and collide with the stealth lightning that Tony Stark let out of the palm of his hands. As if the two segments of energy were fighting a battle of their own they connected. With each draw of energy, exhaustion began to wash over you, knowing that you couldn’t last much longer than a couple of minutes in that situation. The clash caused sparks to reach each of the four sides of that corridor, denting the iron, melting it, but neither of you noticed.

At the third minute you pulled your hands away and threw yourself to one side so that its beam would not hit your body. Almost out of breath you dropped to the ground holding your palms up, Tony stopped the repulsor bolts of his gauntlets and turned his gaze upon you, but just as he took a step to approach you, a sharp, screeching noise caused you to change the destination of your gaze. What your eyes saw caused a nightmare to cling to your memory, the ceiling began to collapse, your exhaustion prevented you from creating a psionic field, your body became unresponsive and your mind locked. Your only institute was to close your eyes as tightly as you could, not knowing what was going to happen, but at that very moment when you heard how everything started to collapse, arms caught your body clutching it against a rigid chest and pulled you out.

So it was that once again a new failure was added to the list of your interventions. When you opened your eyes your body was lying prostrate in a corner of the main ship’s nave, where it had all started, but where there was no one left. The consumption of energy you had expended had left you without a shred of power within you. You looked up, your eyes a representation of the terror that had just reminded you of that moment, barely able to keep your breathing calm, and barely able to keep the words in your mouth when you saw Tony Stark’s face in front of yours again, before he looked away and walked away.

That was a turning point, for the next time you met Tony Stark face to face, you were on the same side. After the battle at Salvage Yard, the four of you, Ultron, the twins and you travelled to Seoul where Ultron’s true intentions were revealed. Ultron intended to create a genocide of humanity as a whole, he intended to create an enhanced body to dispose of his own. This horrified the three of you, causing you to flee from his power, causing Ultron’s wrath to prevail, creating a conflict in Seoul, in which the Avengers appeared. But the important thing in that was that the three of you joined the Avengers to save what had been your city, the place where you were born, Novi Grad.

You knew of Ultron’s plans for humanity, his intention was to create a device that would lift the city of Novi Grad into the sky, then drop it to Earth in a meteoric impact. On the way back to Sokovia, the place where it all began, a host of inexplicable feelings came to you, anger, shame, humiliation, hypocrisy… all related to your actions. Silence was present over the three of you, no conversations except those present to plan actions upon your arrival.

“Ultron knows we’re coming. Odds are we’ll be riding into heavy fire, and that’s what we signed up for. But the people of Sokovia, they didn’t. So our priority is getting them out, ” the words coming from Steve made you nod, keeping your eyes averted. “All they want is to live their lives in peace, and that’s not going to happen today.” You felt Tony’s eyes on you, you looked up to confirm it, but this meeting of glances made you uncomfortable, changing your position. “But we can do our best to protect them. And we can get the job done, and find out what Ultron’s been building. We find Romanoff, and we clear the field. Keep the fight between us.” He paused. “Ultron thinks we’re monsters and we’re what’s wrong with the world. This isn’t just about beating him. It’s about whether he’s right.“

Those last words crashed into you, you had been asking yourself the same question for weeks, you also needed to have an answer to it. So that’s how the end of the beginning began. You could never imagine what it would be like to see hundreds of people running through those streets again, the streets where you had grown up, where you had fought for your ideals and where you were now saving all those people so that the events you had experienced would never happen again. Each of you had a specific area, your mission was to guide the population to the safe side, protecting them from Ultron’s minions. Everything seemed to be going as assured, however time ran out, the ground began to crack, creating cracks, splitting the earth, causing an area of the city to rise into the air.

The terror of the scene brought you back to your childhood, you leaned against a building keeping your breathing as calm as possible and looked around you, the horror was present again, the screams of the people made a dent inside you, you closed your eyelids as tight as possible and put your hands to your head trying to erase that sound from your mind. Your back was slowly sliding down the wall until you were sitting completely on the ruins of the building.

“Hey!” Steve’s voice sounded close to you. “Are you okay?” his question barely got an answer from you, you felt his hand resting on your shoulder. “Hey, look at me. Are you okay?” you opened your eyes again and with a terrified look on your face you nodded, looking for the strength to face it. “I need you, those people need you, I know this is crazy, I know you’re terrified, but so are they.” You looked around you contemplating the massacre. “You can help them, they are your people.”

Again, Steve’s words gave you the courage you needed to find the calm within yourself, stand up and do everything you could to stop those robots that Ultron had built and turned into his allies. You knew what your mission was, you had a mission now and you couldn’t let it paralyse you.

“Stark, you worry about bringing the city back down safely. The rest of us have one job: tear these things apart. You get hurt, hurt 'em back. You get killed… walk it off.”

The population was congregated in a specific point of the city, there was no solution to evict them if that part of the city did not come down and land again, until a ship, the Helicarrier, appeared between the clouds to create a solution to one of your problems, the eviction of the population. Now all that was left to do was to get that piece of land back in place.

“Avengers, time to work for a living,” Tony announced over the intercom. While the population was getting to safety in the boats, you as a whole had gathered at the church in Novi Grad, where Ultron had located the core, or rather the button, with which he would bring the city down, destroying all of humanity.

“What’s the plan?” you asked, confused by the situation.

“This is the drill. If Ultron gets a hand on the core, we lose,” Tony replied pointing to the vibranium contraption in the centre of the shattered dome.

In front of you hundreds of robots captained by Ultron approached without stopping their pace. You sucked air into your lungs, awaiting the arrival of one of the most crucial moments of your existence, perhaps the most crucial, for in a few hours you could possibly be extinct along with humanity.

“This is exactly what I wanted. All of you, against all of me,” Ultron also had his plan and that was. “How could you possibly hope to stop me?”

“Well, like the old man said,” Tony looked at each of you. “Together.”

The battle for survival began. You thought the previous battles you had fought were the ones that could change the course of your destiny, the ones where you had faced Tony Stark, but you couldn’t have been more wrong, that was nothing compared to what you were going through right now. Each of you was part of that team, your energy was renewed every time you used it because you were fighting for a reason, the strength in you shone through. You were all a team and you were getting through this together. One by one Ultron’s robots fell, until there were none left standing, but it wasn’t over.

“We gotta move out. Even I can tell the air is getting thin. You guys get to the boats, I’ll sweep for stragglers, be right behind you,” Steve asked just after the last robot was down.

“The core-” began Tony after he had bared his face, but you barely let him finish his words.

“I’ll protect it,” you said firmly, giving a slight nod to yourself, “it’s my job.”

Tony connected his eyes with yours offering you a slight nod, just before he covered his face again and flew away. “I’ll stay with you,” added Wanda to whom you offered a faint smile before everyone disappeared from the scene and Pietro was ordered to return to you once everyone was in the boats. Everything seemed to be going according to plan, only a few straggling robots were presenting themselves to you with the intention of overthrowing your mission, but something happened. You felt your friend’s body collapse right behind you, you turned your head and saw Wanda’s face distorted, your eyes widened in confusion as she began to utter a scream that made your eardrums ring. She fell to her knees, causing her powers to spiral out of control in the crash, destroying every element in her path, so you had to create a force field around yourself in the hope that you would be unaffected. Your thoughts began to connect, trying to find an answer to his attitude, and you found it. Pietro.

You both walked through the streets, but she scattered within minutes Wanda disappeared in search of Ultron, leaving you there, but there was no one left to fight with, or fight for. It was at the very moment you questioned the functionality of your existence that Novi Grad plummeted thousands of feet into the air, offering you the answer to your question. Your eyes closed but you were no longer afraid, on the contrary, you had been able to find peace, everything came to an end in the same place where it all began. But as if someone had been watching over you, you felt arms holding your body and slowing down the frantic rhythm of the plummeting fall. You opened your eyes and found yourself being held by Iron Man’s armour.

“ I got you,” he said flying in the opposite direction, managing to dodge the ruins of that city. “Now Thor!”

A new turning point that changed the course of your actions and your destiny lay before you. Despite your best efforts, nearly 120 lives were lost during the Battle of Sokovia, including that of Pietro Maximoff. It was a before and after, symbolising the power of war and what could be its fatal consequences. For you it was a judgement, a learning experience, feeling guilty for much of what had happened, for helping HYDRA, for helping Ultron, to elaborate his actions. Your guilt led you to rethink your future, the course of new events led you and Wanda to a new country. You arrived in the United States, welcoming the New Avengers Facility as a new home. Offering you a roof to sleep under, training for your powers and a new family, though you didn’t feel that way at first.

You spent many hours in search of solitude, at the end of that green esplanade, when the tall oak trees were beginning to remind you of home. It was one afternoon in the first week, when you were still adjusting to it all, and you found yourself reading, leaning against a tree trunk.

“Hiding?” Tony’s voice pulled you out of your reading. “Oh, Sylvia Plath, great,” you looked at him, but offered no response, so he opted to sit awkwardly right in front of you on the grass. “Listen, we haven’t had much time… you know,” he took off his sunglasses and shrugged. “I’ve been looking through the files and … I know what happened to you… with your parents.”

“You know,” you said with a raised eyebrow, putting the book aside. “Do you also know what happened to the other thousands of people or do you only have a file on me and a file on Wanda and Pietro?”

The confidence in your voice was at odds with the insecurity Tony was showing, so when you saw him turn his head to the right side as he crumpled his face you opted to do what you had been thinking about for the last few days, call it a day.

“Listen. I’ve spent many years imagining what it would be like when I had you in front of me,” you began to say calmly, keeping your gaze fixed on your fingers as Tony watched you with his head cocked to one side, listening to you intently. “In what I was going to tell you, in the way I would let you know the pain I felt inside, because to me you were to blame for everything bad that had happened to me,” you paused, took a breath and thought about what you were going to say next. “But the moment I had you in front of me I didn’t say anything I had planned to say, I let my anger and pain guide me, and it didn’t do any good. The same thing happened the second time, and the third time it was pointless because there was something much more important to fight for.”

“I…” Tony interjected.

“Please, let me finish,” you cut him off, causing Tony to nod and turn his attention back to you. Sadness clouded his features. “So now I have you in front of me again I just want you to know that I have realised that…” you paused causing Tony to make a slight gesture of approaching you, but when you started to speak again he stopped. “I have no intention of you bearing my ghosts, but I need you to know that I spent two days under the rubble waiting for Stark to kill me,” your voice cracked, and Tony’s eyes reddened. “Watching your name light up on the side of that missile every time that flashing red light illuminated the darkness, hearing that beeping sound that I still can’t erase from my mind, terrified that my breathing would cause that bomb to detonate because my limbs could barely move.”

For the first time you raised your face to meet wide open brown eyes, reddened and unable to hold your gaze for long. Tony’s face was pale during those moments, his body was no longer upright and he was nervously running his hand over his lips.

“With that said, it only remains for me to let you know that I will not let the hatred and vengeance of a ten year old consume me,” you looked back down at your hands, allowing Tony’s eyes to fall on you again. “I’ve seen the power that resentment brings with it, I don’t want that for myself,” you connected your gazes. “Then I suppose I must forgive you in order to move forward.”

Silence. Silence flooded the room leaving heavy breaths in the air that symbolised the tension of the situation you were both experiencing for the first time right now. There was no right answer to everything you had said, it was clear to you that Tony didn’t know how to act at that moment. You sat cross-legged on the damp grass, watching him, seeing how he couldn’t hold your gaze since you had explained that you saw his name reflected in that missile. Yet he fought against it and focused his brown eyes on yours.

“I promise you…” he began stiffly, but again you cut him off.

“Tony, don’t promise me anything,” your voice was soft, as if you were talking to a small child. "Please.“

After your denial of his action, he only nodded. He merely nodded as he intertwined his fingers and began to fidget restlessly with his left leg.

"Then I don’t know what you want,” his tone offered an enormous insecurity marked by nervousness.

“That’s the point. I don’t want anything, Tony,” you said without fidgeting.

“All right,” he nodded confusedly, rising quickly but awkwardly from the grass in an attempt to get away from the situation. “So… I hope it’s all to your liking.”

With that said, he turned his back on you and left the same way he had come. Leaving you under the shade of that oak tree with Sylvia Plath.

Now, too much had happened since then, much of it was why you found yourself in Wakanda trying to juxtapose all that had happened, but what you didn’t know was that on that placid morning when you went for a walk along the banks of that small riverbed, Shuri and T'Challa would come to inform you that he was there and that he had asked to speak with you.

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sugoui · 5 years ago

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BTS Reaction ⁙ Getting Touchy On The Ferris Wheel

soui’s note » since it’s the pit of summer, here is another oldie for them summery vibes. bless the anon who helped me remember this, lub u.

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k i m s e o k j i n ⇀ Throwing his head back, he lets the crisp air of the night seep into the small box belonging to the ferris wheel as he slowly catches his breath. “I can’t put this back on,” your voice perks up, and his eyes glances to the soiled panties bundled up in your hand as you stare to him with flushed cheeks.

He nods, reaching out for the thing and swiftly taking it from you before he shoves it into his pocket, and it isn’t long until you are both getting off the ride. Wide grins are planted onto your lips and as he throws his arm over you shoulder and kisses the top of your head — he notices a group of teens giggling and eying the both of you as they avert their gazes to a tent of monitors..and he is mortified.

Blown up wide for everyone to see, is a picture of you two caught amidst a gleaming quickie among other photographs of people just enjoying the ride, and quickly, he begins to move to the opposite direction. “Hey,” you ask with a confused expression, tugging on his t-shirt as you’re about to look into the direction of your sinful activities, “what’s wrong–“

“God, jagi, don’t look.” He spits, tugging you towards the exit of the carnival, “please.”

m i n y o o n g i ⇀ “Seriously, Yoongi?” You frown the minute the ferris wheel begins to move to let the other passengers aboard the cart below yours, and Yoongi is only pouting as he bites back a viscous grin, “right here?”

And it doesn’t take long before he has you curling up at the tips of his fingers, dress pulled up above your waist as you carefully ride him as to not have the box you were in tragically fall off the wheel, but it was just hard when his fingers were moving aggressively against your clit in a way he only knew how.

You try not to make a sound, and when Yoongi unexpectedly rams into you — the cubicle begins to rock dangerously as it grins with premonition. “Ah—fuck, Yoongi,” you growl, “calm down.”

But he only laughs. “Don’t tell me that didn’t feel good.”

j u n g h o s e o k ⇀ The minute the doors close and the ride began to move, his fingers begins it’s mission to tiptoe around your thigh and under your skirt — and your cheeks flare up in surprise.

“Hoseok,” his name squeakily comes out, “what in the hell are you doing?”

He was jealous, cursing the ticket holder for eyeing your legs and trying to sweep you off your feet as if the hand you clutched didn’t belong to Hoseok. His heart hammered with anger and something akin to longing, and even though he ignored your question due to his rumbling thoughts, it didn’t take you long to crumble before him.

And once the ride took it’s trail to the bottom, he sees the teenager blush and look away in horror as he witnesses Hoseok’s hands kneading your ass while guiding you up his cock, and the older couldn’t help but grin in victory as the wheel whirled you away from prying eyes.

k i m n a m j o o n ⇀ “Wow,” you comment once they close the doors to the cart, “I’m surprised they didn’t let others fill up our slot.”

Namjoon is quiet, heart racing a thousand miles a minute as his mind paints lewd yet invigorating pictures of what he could make happen inside the four glass walls, and as he feels himself harden up, he gulps. “Maybe this is a sign.” He claims, begging to the gods that you’d get the idea before you obliviously glance to him in an innocent manner.

Seconds later with your shorts and underwear scattered across the metal floor, he kneels between your legs as his fingers are knuckle deep inside your pleasure portal, and you are gripping the ripped and tattered plushy seat.

The only thing you could see were neon lights flickering through a dark and cloudy sky once a tongue works away with majestic strokes and swipes as if it were blessing a temple, and before the ride stops at the top to signify your soon departure — your juices sprinkle over the seat.

p a r k j i m i n ⇀ “No,” you whisper harshly, there’s no way that I’m having sex with you on a freaking ferris wheel.”

Yet here you were, sitting on the lap of your boyfriend’s seconds later as his hands rests on the curvature of your hips before they slide up your waist as he hugs you tightly. He is kissing you in a furry to find some kind of closure within the ticking time bomb of the end of the ride, and he tries his hardest to find friction within your clothed core and his dick that is plopped out of his pants, and amidst it all, he pulls away from your lips and laughs.

“What’s wrong with you?” You breathe as Jimin stops, and you feel his finger glide beneath your panty as he smiles brightly.

“It hasn’t even been two minutes since you claimed you wouldn’t do anything,” he begins, flicking your underwear away from your heat, and you soon feel him position himself, “and you’re dripping wet.”

k i m t a e h y u n g ⇀ “(y/n),” you hear, and as you turn away from the scenery of the lit up carnival as the ride slowly moves around, you look to your boyfriend who only looks hot and bothered as he shamelessly glances to the growing bulge in his pants, and you gawk his way.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” You ask as he gives you a cheeky smile, sliding closer to you as his eyes stay glued onto your lips, “this is supposed to be romantic—“

“And it is,” he grunts, fingers sliding beneath your hoodie, “it’s a romantic once in a lifetime experience that we can’t miss.” Your bra is then unclasped, and the grip he has on one of your breasts has the boiling water seeping out of it’s pot between your legs, and you shiver as your hand lands on the sin that lays beneath his pants.

Maybe you didn’t have enough time to mess around on the ferris wheel, but that didn’t keep you two from continuing the touchiness inside the comfort of his car.

j e o n j u n g k o o k ⇀ “Babe,” you hear, and you roll your eyes as you try to enjoy the ride with Taehyung, “sit on my lap.”

Your head snaps to the man in curiosity, and the second you see his dick already hard and standing proudly outside his jeans, you choke. “What the fuck, Jungkook?” You snarl, forgetting about the blinking lights and his best friend who only clears his throat as you become flustered, “are you insane?”

He pouts, “c’mon (y/n),” he whines, and you’re dying inside because seriously, what the hell was he thinking implying you have sex in front of his best friend? And to top it off — on a freaking ferris wheel?

But once the ride stops and all three of you are off, Taehyung is grinning menacingly as he gives Jungkook your polaroid back, and with it, a few aesthetic pictures of you riding your boyfriend like there was no tomorrow. “Thanks for the show,” Taehyung teases, and Jungkook laughs as he watches your mortified state drag yourself back to the car.

“The first and last one you’ll ever get.”

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ateezinmymind · 4 years ago

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Honeybear

Jongho x reader

Fluff, suggestive

-a day full of memories, you don’t want to end

“Nooo Jongho babyyy..let’s go over heree!!” tugging on your boyfriends arm, currently trying to make your way to the ‘merry-go-round’.

“Y/n-ah, ok ok-“ submitting to your whines he follows you at will. Finally linking arms with him, you give him a kiss on the neck-his favorite spot. When he let out a light hum, you let out a giggle and avert your eyes to your two pairs of feet walking in unison. Blush creeping to your cheeks, you can’t help but blurt out-“this has been such a fun day..I’m glad I’m spending it with you..”

Stopping, Jongho turns your body to face his straight on, taking one of your hands in his. Giving you the best smile, then placing his other hand on the back of your neck-he leans in. Ghosting over your soft lips he breathes out in love, “baby...I’m so glad to have you-“ landing his lips on yours, so softly and sweet then backing away again. “But the day isn’t over-“

This time you’re the one getting yanked out of your trance..Jongho pulling you to the next ride. Hand in hand, giggles spilling out of the both of your mouths.

“Loook at all the animals!!!”

Grabbing ahold of your waist, Jongho effortlessly lifts you on top of the blue horse. Smiling down at him, he gives you a loving look with a pat on your thigh. Mounting onto the tiger next to you he teasingly quips “My tiger would definitely win a fight against your horse-“

Scoffing, about to resent back-the animals start lifting up and down, and the ride lights up. laughing out of joy, feeling satisfied-looking out into the sky. The beautiful orange fading atmosphere sending you a feeling of warmth. You’re quickly snapped away from the loud boy beside you-

“YEEHAWWW!-“

Bursting into laughter, you spend the whole ride giggling and smiling at each other. Walking through the park once again, hand in hand—swinging happily, you get lost in your thoughts..

———

This afternoon Jongho took you to the amusement park for a day of fun. When he first mentioned you two were going on a date, you didn’t care where you went..just being with him was your happiness. Arriving at the park in the afternoon you two first hit the food trucks. The delicious, unhealthy and greasy food setting in your stomachs, you both made your way to the Ferris wheel.

Having the little enclosed cabin to yourselves-slowly rotating, Jongho couldn’t get enough of the sight in front of him. Getting up from his side of the capsule, he seats himself right next to you. Placing a hand on your thigh-you look down and blush at the scene. His palm resting between both of your legs, he gives a light squeeze—causing you to look up into his eyes and breathe in.

“Babyyy-I’m obsessed with you,” lacing his arms under your frame he lifts you up onto his lap. Straddling his waist-hiding your face in his neck, you can’t help but let out a shy laugh. “J-Jongho..quit that”

Gripping onto his shoulders you push yourself further into his brace, Jongho placing his hands on your lower back-sliding down to grab your thighs once again..a little harsher this time. Causing you to hum and lift your face to his-rolling your hips forward, this time making Jongho let out a noise. Giving out a groan, he leans forward to your face. Hands sneaking behind his head-you lightly tug his hair while locking lips, earning another groan out of him.

Mouths moving in sync, he pushes his tongue in your wet cavern. Tasting each other, growing hungry, you grind down harder—meeting the tent in Jongho’s jeans.

sighing out in need, “y/n...ahh” parting from each other he places you back down beside him. “Jongho..?”

Softly pressing his hand onto the bulge you caused in his pants-“Baby..we can’t here, as much as I’d love too,” looking back to your eyes then moving to your lips he finishes, “I don’t want to risk anyone seeing what’s mine”

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“Y/n did you hear me?”-snapping out of your reverie you look up to Jongho. “Huh?” boldly questioning what he’s saying, he chuckles at your alarmed face. “I said do you want to go play games? Are you okay?” trying to shake it off, you excitedly speak up-“yeah yeah..I’m perfect but oooh yess let’s go please!!”

Looking at your face lighten up, he watches you shyly smile down, making Jongho wonder what you were thinking about. If it was the same thing he hasn’t been able to get off his mind, he smiles and gives out a chuckle. Putting his hand on your waist he pulls you towards his side-walking flush against him.

“Step right up! For a chance to win a prize!” coming to your third game-empty handed, you were eager to win. “You have three tries to pop a balloon, a prize rewarded if done so! Would you care to play?” Jongho handing you two darts he lets you throw before him.

Throwing the first one you missed the balloon embarrassingly bad. Earning a tiny giggle from the boy by your side. Looking at him you stick out your tongue and give out a chuckle yourself. Focusing back to your targets, you throw the second dart. And ‘POP’ one bursts. “YESSSS!! DID YOU SEE THAT JONGHO?!!!”

Pretending to cover his ears he looks at you with love, showing his cute gummy smile, and kisses you on the cheek. “You’re so cute when excited“ jumping up and down in joy the man running the booth gives you a prize. The fluffy bear plush coming into view he enthusiastically beams, “Well done! You have won a prize, would you like to throw your last dart in terms to get another prize? Or hand in your try and be off with your reward?”

Seeing the look on your face when the plushy came out he places the dart on the counter and grabs the bear. “She’ll take the prize, thank you!”

———

Squeezing your well earned token of success to your side, your other arm linked with Jongho’s. The bright sky, now darkened with beautiful shades of blue and purple, you speak up. “Thank you for today again..I really had the most fascinating time, and made so many wonderful memories with you-“ blushing you open your mouth to continue, only to have Jongho interrupt

“Today was your day..I wanted to show you a fraction of the way you make me feel. My heart warms being with you, laughing, having fun-“ coughing, now he’s blushing “it’s the least I can do for my baby, I love you y/n” the both of you finally looking towards one another, you lean in for a kiss once again.

Smiling into it, your body warms up, melting from love you can help but deepen. The sweet taste of him makes you frenzy for more. Running out of breath you part, looking into his soft eyes, noticing the way his cheeks are the tiniest bit flushed, all you can do is smile like an idiot. “I want you to have this-“

Giving Jongho the stuffed bear he starts to protest against you, but even before he can get anything out you raise your voice above “No no, none of that business..a bear for my honey..”

“My honeybear..”

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globophobicligyrophobiccontent · 3 years ago

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New Year, New Us

A Deltarune fanfiction

By Sannaturek

- 31 of December, 202X

Again, Noelle is alone at home in New Years Eve.

Her mother is working in the city getting ready everything for the midnight. Her sister, Dess, couldn't come home this year. And her father, in the hospital, and she didn't want to bother them until tomorrow, since the hospital is working with closed doors on the holidays.

The big house at the northwest of the town is cold, almost all the lights are out. The only light visible comes from Noelle's room. She's writing with a pretty calligraphy in her diary, usually she doesn't have time from school or helping her father, but now it's a good time for her to let out some feelings:

*Dear diary: Now, another New Year Eve, it's the worst tome of the year again. Since the start of December, everyone is getting festive, I just don't see a lot of appealing, maybe some candies and the pretty lights are okay, but everything else it's a mess! It's embarrassing going under a mistletoe just to someone to kiss or hug you. Santa is so scary! Imagine a big old man going down the fireplace in the middle of the night! And if you are a bad person you get coal? No thanks. Also, since everyone is coming back for this time of the year, there's more people on the streets, I hope there's a way to say hi to everyone without having to talk... Oh yeah, Christmas cards, I forgot the exist hehehe... Talking about, we send our cards this year, but it was an old photo from two years ago, since dad is on the hospital, Dess is at college and mom is working, we didn't have time to take a new one. Dess, I wish you were here, you were the one of the few who calmed me at midnight. Thanks for all those New Years that you helped me staying safe and sound during the fireworks. Ugh, yeah, fireworks, as always I don't like them a lot, they are so noisy and scary, I just can't stand them. From home I can't hear them as much, but mom always ask us to go to the town for the countdown and the fireworks display. Usually I stand in the back with dad and Dess, but I don't know what I will do now, but I guess I can always count with some special people like my friends, even after everything, Kris is always there and listen to me, I'm so thankful for that... But hey, don't be sad now Noelle, it's New Year Eve, a time to let the sadness go away and make a new you! I guess... This was a great year! I made a new friend, Susie finally is more open to me and Kriss! I can't believe this is actually happening! Yaaaay! After that dream I had some months back in the library, everything started to go better with my new friends. Susie, Kris and I went to the Town Carnival, it was so much fun! We ride the ferris wheel at the Carnival. It was such a pretty view, and with Susie by my side, I didn't feel scared. Also, Kris invited me a couple time to his house, Miss Toriel make the best of the Butterscotch Cinnamon Pies, and she also taught me how to make them, isn't that great! Mom says I don't have to be so modest, and now, I am so proud of how much I improved myself this year. But I hope I can do it tonight, the fireworks on my dream that time looked better...*

As she wrote this last words, she hear a distant firework, scaring her a little. She saw the clock, 8pm, it's time to go to the town New Year festival.

There will be a lot of people, and if they see me, they will notice I'm scared of the fireworks, and that will just scare and embarrassed me more!" Noelle thinks "But it would be worse if I stay at home, and it's scary since I'm alone here, better be on the way now..." She thinks as she takes her bag, and a scarf since it was cold outside.

Now in the town, she saw some familiar faces, of course Susie and Kris would be here, good thing since it's better with friends.

"Hello guys, happy N-new Year Eve! G-good thing to see you two here!" Says Noelle.

As soon as Susie can she starts "Hello Noelle, how's everything going? You seem cold. But anyways, I hope you're fine, since this year you're here alone, we saw your mom working over there and everything it's going fine and(...)"

At this point, Noelle is just distracted at how good Susie was dressed tonight in comparison to an everyday look, boots, black pants, and a black and white sweater with a scarf, looking very warm, since she's a cold blood creature (Pun intended). She could evade and blush like a tomato.

"... Because Kris and me were about to eat some of... Are you ok? You are red! Are you cold? Please don't freeze, let's go to a place where the wind isn't that strong!"

Without letting them say a word, Susie took both of them by the hand and started running to a warmer place, near some food stands. Noelle couldn't believe it, happening again!

After that, they eat and go around the festival, the time is passing, but they are having so much fun Noelle doesn't notice it.

It's almost midnight, and the group of friends sit in a bench, they are full and tired for the night. They ate everything on the fair and had fun, now it's better because they are friends now, so much that Noelle forgot about the fireworks.

"Oh geez, it's almost midnight Kris! You know what that means!", Susie says. *Oh no, it's right, just some minutes and then...* (BOOM!), some fireworks slowly start to blow up.

Noelle starts hyperventilating, one explosion behind another. "Look Noelle, Kris! The fireworks are starting, yeah! " Susie and Kris seen to enjoy them but Noelle it's at her limit. So she steps up from the bench and goes "I'm-I'm sorry, I have t-to go now, thanks for-for everything guys(Boom) (Eek!)H-happy new y-year" Noelle says and quickly goes on the way to her house.

"Noelle wait! Where and why are you going!?" Susie says "Kriss let's go find her" so the two friends try to go behind Noelle.

Afters a little time, of looking for her, they find her in a Street near her house, sitting down a tree, shaking, sobbing and with her little reindeer ears down, in the back some fireworks keep exploiting in the back.

"Oh geez, Noelle, are you! We were worried for you..!" Says Susie as she crouches down to catch up with Noelle "Hey, are you okay? Kris what we should do? Noelle are you hurt? " Susie seems more worried for Noelle that herself. "Oh, I see, thanks Kris..." She says as Kris give her a napkin for Noelle "Here Noelle, take this and clean you face first, so, I guess you should breath slowly first, or that's what Ralsei said? I don't remember, Kris do you remember what Ralsei said about that" Redundantly, Noelle took the napkin, but could barely form words "N-no, I j-just w-wanna go ho-home, t-thanks-s (Eek!)"

As she keeps shaking, Kris carefully approaches with care not to scare her, gives a look at her and goes "She's having a panic attack, talk to her" Susie looks confused but at the same time used to a scared Noelle "Soo, it's anything you need to say?" With help of Susie, she stands up again, and little by little, talk again "I-I don't, r-really like fi-fireworks that much. (Eek!) Come on! Laugh at me, it's ok..."

Susie looks at the sky, shining with fireworks "Ooooh so that's it. What? I'm not gonna make fun of you, we are friends? Why I would...?"

As she says that, a big row of fireworks started exploiting, Kris take a look at his phone, it's midnight. Noelle starts shaking again, crying a little.

"Ok ok Noelle, first of all, Happy New Year, second, I need you yo look at me, don't look at the fireworks, look at me, we can figure it out, just give me a second..."

In a flash attack of nerves, Noelle doesn't think about it and kiss Susie in the mouth.

Noelle still shaking, so Susie understand something of it, so she hugs at her. After some second, they stop for a moment, and they look at each other, Noelle and her are shocked, but at least she isn't crying anymore.

After the commotion, they sit down on the cold sidewalk, Susie makes an improvised protection for Noelle with her scarf. Noelle jumps and let a little sound out of her mouth every time a fireworks goes off, but now she's ok because Susie (and Kris) she feels safe again.

Every time she gets scared, Susie hugs her a little more, and give her a little kiss on her fluffy cheek.

Maybe this will be a good year after all.

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dearestdaffodils · 5 years ago

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Season 1, Episode 1: PILOT

A/N: A lot of quotes and character dialogue is taken from the show! I am not trying to take credit for the amazing work the writers and actors and everyone involved in this show did! I also left out writing scenes that don’t involve the main group (IE: Ward and Sarah talking with Lana Grubbs) and a few other scenes simply because I wasn’t quite sure how to write them.

Warnings (for the whole series): violence (as it is in the show), swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking and smoking, drug use

Word Count: 3579

“The Outer Banks, paradise on earth.” I tune out John B’s voice, ignoring his ‘welcome to the OBX’ speech for the camera. He was determined to make a documentary about our lives this summer, though I really didn’t know why.

Welcome to the OBX, an island divided in two. You either have two houses or two jobs, that’s what John B always says. That blond boy sitting next to me, that’s JJ. My boyfriend. He’s as local as they come. Latest in a very long line of fishing, smuggling, vendetta-holding salt-lifers who make their living off the water. Don’t tell him I said this but he’s the best surfer I know. Mild kleptomaniac and probably a future tax cheat.

The girl across from me is Kiara or Kie. When she’s not saving turtles or listening to Marley, or getting a dolphin tattoo, she hangs with us. None of us really know why she’s a rich kid after all. Next to her is the brains of our little operation. Pope. Finalist for the Lucas T. Vanderhorst Merit Scholarship and the smartest kid I know.

The kid in the driver’s seat, the one who is paying more attention to his camera than the road, that’s John Booker Routledge, but everyone calls him John B. He’s kinda like my brother. He and his dad took me in when my family dumped me on their front porch when JB and I were about four. He drives me crazy and he knows it.

And then there’s me. Y/N Y/L/N. Little Routledge as JB likes to call me even though I’m four months older than him. Big John disappeared nine months ago at sea, which means JB and I have been on our own since Uncle T split for Mississippi. Everyone insists that Big John is dead but John B refuses to sign the papers until he sees a body.

Social workers have been on our asses nearly every day, trying to force us into foster care. John B and I have managed to avoid them so far.

So this is how our story starts. Me losing nearly all of my second family and a social worker breathing down my neck.

JB and I are probably the only two people in history to say this but thank god for hurricane Agatha.

“Hurricane Agatha continues its steady march towards Kildare Island on the Outer Banks of North Carolina…” JB set the radio on the counter, turning up the volume as we listened for a miracle to keep DCS away.

“Holy shit.” I look outside, taking in the dark sky and swirling wind. “JB, I think we found our miracle!” I shout over the storm siren, fishing my phone out of the couch cushions and dialing the number for DCS. “Yeah, I think we’re gonna have to reschedule.” I blurt into the phone, barely giving the woman time to answer.

John B rips the phone out of my hand, hanging up and dragging me outside. “We gotta surf the storm surge!”

“Are you insane?” I stumble after him, dodging tree branches. “Those aren’t surfable waves!”

“Says who?” He laughs. “Come on!” He drags me along, pausing to grab our boards.

I run after him, splashing into the water as the storm rages around us. I paddle after John B, surfing a few waves before the storm starts to pick up its pace. “JB! We gotta get inside!” I shout. John B stares out towards the open water, ignoring me.

“JB!” I shout. “We have to go!” I turn to look at him, my gaze following his extended arm and index finger. My eyes land on a boat, getting tossed around in the storm. “John B, we don’t have time to worry about what those idiots are doing, let’s go!”

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The morning after a hurricane always feels like something out of a movie. The silence fills the gaps of life, save for the sound of chickens and the occasional shouts from neighbors.

I peel my eyes open, hearing John B moving around in the kitchen. I swing my legs over the side of my bed (which is really just two mattresses stacked on top of each other) and slowly stand up. I shield my eyes from the sunlight pouring in from my windows, moving the towels that double as my curtains out of the way.

I grab my phone from the stack of books next to my bed, checking the time. “No service,” I mutter, opening my door and stepping onto the cold wood floor of the Chateau.

“JJ, you been outside?” John B asks the blond boy, shaking his shoulder.

“I have polio, bro. I can’t walk.” JJ mumbles, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

I make my way to the front door, lightly swatting at JJ to get him up. “Oh man…” I whisper, looking outside. “That’s no good.” I survey the yard, taking in the damage. “What’re you thinking, JB?”

“I’m thinkin’ that storm surge pushed all the crabs out on the marsh maze. It’s God tellin’ us to fish since DCS isn’t getting on a ferry anytime soon.” John B grins.

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I stand on the bow of the HMS Pogue with JJ, looking at all the damage. “We’ll be cleaning this all summer.” I murmur, shaking my head.

“That is my nightmare.” John B pipes up from behind the wheel, pulling up parallel to the dock just outside Heyward’s. “Well, look who we have here.”

“I can’t.” Pope mimics static, pretending to talk into a radio on his shoulder. “My pop’s got me on lockdown.”

“Your dad’s a pussy. Over.” JJ does the same, looking directly at Heyward.

“Oh, I heard that, you little bastard.” Heyward glares at JJ.

“We need your son.” JJ flashes one of his signature smiles.

“Yeah, and island rules.” I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. “Day after hurricane’s a free day.”

“Who made that up?” Heyward looks between me and Pope.

“Pentagon, I believe.” I laugh. “We have security clearance. I have a card.”

“You think I’m stupid?” Heyward frowns as Pope moves towards the edge of the dock.

“I’ll do it tomorrow. I promise. Tomorrow.” Pope moves to jump into the boat as Heyward moves forward.

“You think - no, no. Hell no. You doin’ it right now.”

“Get in the boat, Pope,” I whisper. “Make a run for it.”

Pope leaps into the boat, holding his hat on his head. “I promise I’ll do it tomorrow, dad!”

“We’ll bring him back in one piece!” I call to Heyward, waving.

The boys whoop and cheer, driving up to Kie’s dock. I smile wide, grabbing onto the dock as we wait for her.

“Good morning!” Kie hurries down the dock, carrying her usual backpack and cooler, her hair neatly tied up on the top of her head.

“Welcome aboard, fellow Pogue princess.” I laugh, saluting her. “Whatcha got? Juice boxes?”

“You know, just some yogurts and carrot sticks. I made sandwiches too, cut the crusts off how you like ‘em.” She teases, poking my nose.

I help her onto the boat, grabbing a beer from the cooler as John B drives out into the marsh. He weaves through the channels, leaning back in the captain’s seat, looking as if he’s asleep at the wheel. I wouldn’t be concerned if he was though, he knows these waters better than he knows himself.

“Can you go a little faster?” JJ asks, stepping up to the bow. “I got a party trick to show you.” He balances on the edge of the boat, tilting the beer bottle, letting the liquid flow freely from the bottle.

“You’re getting beer in my hair!” Kie and I shout in unison, screaming and falling out of our seats as the boat hits something, stopping immediately. “Jesus, JB!”

JJ groans, popping up from the water in front of the boat. “I think my heels touched the back of my head.” He chokes out.

“What did you do?” I push myself off the deck of the boat, resting a hand on John B’s shoulder.

“Sandbar.” John B mumbles. “The channel changed.”

“No shit, genius.” I shake my head.

“Hey, I saved the beer, though!” JJ cheers.

“Congrats, J.” I lean over the side, sticking my hand out to him. “Come on.”

“Guys… I think there’s a boat down there.” Pope calls, looking over the other side of the boat.

“Shut up, no way.” Kie scoffs.

“I’m serious. There’s a boat down there.” Pope points.

I join him on the side, looking down at the shape in the water. “Only one way to find out.” I shrug, quickly discarding my shirt and shorts before diving in. I swim down, peering around in the murky water. My eyes go wide and I swim up, grabbing onto the edge of the boat. “That’s a fucking Grady-White. A new one is like an easy 500 G’s.”

“That’s the boat we saw when we surfed the surge.” John B looks at me. “Maybe it hit the jetty or something.”

“Do we know whose boat that is?” Kie frowns.

“No, but we’re about to find out.” I smile.

“It’s way too deep.” JJ shakes his head. “You’re not going down there.”

“Oh, for the weak and feeble, JJ.” John B chuckles. “Little Routledge can handle it.” He turns his attention to me, saluting me. “Diver down.”

“Diver down.” I flip him off before diving back down, searching around the boat. I pop up after a moment, pushing my hair out of my face.

“Any dead bodies?” Pope asks nervously.

“Looting potential?” JJ asks at the same time.

I shake my head, holding up a bright yellow tag with a key attached. “I found this motel key.”

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I jump out of the boat as we reach the motel, tying the rope around a stump. “So, what’s the plan?”

“You’ll see, bubba.” John B grabs my wrist and JJ’s arm, pulling us along.

“Yeah, that doesn’t inspire confidence, dumbass.” I roll my eyes. “This place is a shitshow, doesn’t look like anywhere someone with a Grady-White stays.”

“Motel or meth lab?” Kie mutters under her breath.

“You be the judge,” Pope mutters back before giving me a pointed look. “Don’t let your boyfriend do anything stupid.”

“I can’t make any promises.” I raise my hands in surrender as we walk off, going up the steps of the motel.

John B leads us to the door, checking the number on the key as JJ knocks on the door.

“Housekeeping!” JJ calls in a high pitched voice, waiting for an answer.

“Should we try it?” John B asks, prompting nods from JJ and me.

We enter the room, closing the door behind us. I look around the room, handing John B a map from the bed. I move towards the bathroom, seeing John B messing with the safe out of the corner of my eye. I scan the walls of the dark and dirty room, shining my flashlight around

“You guys are gonna wanna see this.” He murmurs.

JJ and I hurry over, looking in the safe. “Damn…” I whisper, looking at the stack of money, a gun laying on top of it.

JJ grins like a maniac, grabbing the gun from the safe.

“JJ, put that down now!” I whisper-shout.

“Just take a picture of me! Right here and then I’ll put it back!”

“You want me to take a picture of you?” I raise an eyebrow, crossing my arms over my chest. “Make our own incriminating evidence?” I look up, hearing a tapping on the window. I hurry over, looking out to see Pope and Kie jumping up and down.

“Cops!” Kie shouts quietly.

“Shit, boys, time to go,” I whisper. “Cops.”

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“Thanks for warning us so quickly.” I laugh, playfully shoving at Kie’s shoulder as we push off from the motel.

“We would have warned you sooner except Pope was on the math team.” She rolls her eyes.

“Did you guys find anything?” Pope asks.

“No, I don’t think so.” JJ sighs before pulling out the gun and a stack of cash. “ Oh, yeah, we did.”

“Are you serious?” Pope shouts in a high pitched voice. “I’m gonna lose my merit scholarship.”

“At least you have us, right?” JJ grins.

“I’m living the nightmare,” Pope whispers to himself.

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“It’s Scooter Grubbs. He was out during the storm. Check out this pic I got.”

“Dead body.”

“Insane.”

“Holy shit.”

“What kind of boat did he have?”

“Somehow, that dirtbag copped a brand-new Grady-White. Everyone’s out looking for it.”

The words seemed to hover around us as we drove back to the Chateau, following us as we collapsed into chairs on the porch.

“Okay… so, um… we didn’t see anything.” John B takes off his hat, running a hand through his hair. “We don’t know anything.”

“We need to have total and complete amnesia.” Pope nods.

“Actually, Pope is right for once.” JJ nods, slinging an arm around me as he slides into the seat next to me. “See, I agree with you sometimes. Deny, deny, deny.”

“We can’t keep that money.” Kie paces up and down the porch.

“Not all of us can afford unlimited data plans, Kiara.” JJ sighs.

I lightly push at his chest, giving him a look. “We have to pass it off to Lana Grubbs.”

“Otherwise, it's bad karma.” Kie nods in agreement.

“I don’t agree.” John B murmurs from the corner. “This is Scooter Grubbs we’re talking about. Same dude that’s buying individual cigarettes at the Porthole. Shit, one time I saw this dude begging for change in the Save-A-Lot parking lot because he needed gas. We’re talking about a dirtbag marina rat who’s never had more than 40 bucks in his pocket, and all of a sudden, he’s got a Grady-White? Just sayin’,”

“We have to see what’s in the cargo hold of that wreck,” I speak up. “For now, we lay low and act normal.”

“Kegger?” JJ grins.

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As JB always says; you can’t understand the Outer Banks without understanding the boneyard. It's kinda like a three-layer burrito. There’s us and our friends, the working class derelicts. Then, there are the Kooks, the rich second-homers. They’re mostly from poncey-ass boarding schools, just rich trustafarian posers. Our natural enemies. And then, there are the Tourons. Totally clueless. Here for a week on vacation with their families. Chum for the sharks.

I smile, making my way across the sand with drinks for me and JJ, passing Pope along the way.

“It's kinda weird when on TV, we see people die, and they kinda just sit there, but in actuality, they would be shitting and farting up a storm.”

I laugh, shaking my head as I walk past Pope and the fire. I make my way over to JJ’s usual spot; a fallen tree half-buried in the sand. I hand JJ his drink, sipping mine. “Poor Pope.” I snicker, glancing at the other boy over my cup. “He just can’t figure out how to talk to girls.”

“Sarah! Sarah, be careful, okay?”

I turn my attention towards the metal buoy stuck in the sand, recognizing Topper’s voice as he tries to coax Sarah down from the buoy.

That’s Sarah Cameron. Kook princess. Kiara’s best friend in the ninth grade, worst enemy in the tenth grade. JB works on her dad’s boats and I was supposed to be helping her stepmom with gardening but have basically become a glorified babysitter for the princess. And that’s Topper. Her not so pleasant boyfriend. Just saying his name makes me want to vomit. He actually thinks Pogues were bred to mow lawns.

I watch as Topper lifts Sarah down, starting to walk her up the beach and back towards his car. I barely see JJ move forward, extending a cup in her face.

“Sarah, can I interest you in a tasty Milwaukee beverage?” JJ smirks, frowning when she declines. “Is it not fancy enough for you?”

“I’ll take it.” Topper reaches for the cup, glaring as JJ pulls it away.

“If you said pretty please, maybe.” JJ teases.

Topper moves to grab the cup, knocking into JJ’s hand and spilling the drink all over Sarah. “Dirty Pogues!” Topper growls as Sarah pushes him back.

John B moves in front of JJ as I pull him away. Topper lunges at John B, knocking him into the water. “ Don’t make me drown you like your old man, all right?” Topper shouts, holding John B down in the water.

JJ rushes forward, pressing the gun to Topper’s head and clicking the safety off.

“JJ!” I gasp.

“Yeah, you know what that is. Your move, broski.” JJ huffs as Topper raises his hands in surrender, standing up.

“Check your psycho boyfriend, Y/N!” Sarah whines.

“Okay, everyone, listen up! Get the hell off our side of the island!” JJ fires the gun twice into the air, watching as the crowd scatters.

“So much for laying low!” Pope hisses at JJ, helping Kie pick John B from the water.

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The next morning, JB was up before the roosters started crowing. The rest of the Pogues had returned to their respective homes. Kie had taken Pope home before returning to her house in Figure 8. JJ had left a small kiss on the crown of my head before disappearing into the trees.

I wander out of my room, wiping sleep from my eyes. “You look like you just swallowed a jellyfish.” I bump shoulders with John B.

“Sheriff Peterkin just left…” He mumbles. “She’s asking questions. She said she can help us with DCS if we help her.”

“Well… we’ll just give her the most information we can without us getting in trouble.” I sigh.

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“The three of us! We’ve got nothing to lose!” JJ huffs, gesturing between me, John B, and himself. “You’re not calling this off, John B. I have a plan. We borrow some scuba gear from Cameron’s big boat and then we go down to the wreck.”

We probably should’ve learned a long long time ago to never listen to JJ. He’s filled to the brim of bad ideas, like stealing from JB’s rich boss.

Big John said the island was America on steroids. The haves and have-nots like anyplace, but magnified and multiplied. The way JB and I see it, the game’s rigged. Maybe it always has been. No parents, money, and no one looking out for us. We got no chance unless we make it on our own.

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“You took empty tanks, JB.” I sigh.

“This one’s a quarter full.” John B mumbles.

“So enough for one of us… I just love it when a plan comes together.” I rub my head in annoyance.

“Does anyone even know how to dive?” John B asks.

“I read about it,” Pope speaks up.

“Great, Pope read about it. So someone’s gonna die.” I roll my eyes.

“Look, you put the thing in your mouth and breathe. How hard could it be?” JJ asks.

“If you come up too fast, nitrogen gets into your blood, and you get the bends.” Pope leans back in the captain’s seat.

“Bends like, bend over and…” JJ giggles, bending over the wheel.

“The bends kill you.” Pope sighs, making JJ’s eyes go wide.

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We all circle around John B as he kneels on the dock, holding the bag from the wreck.

“Can we please just open the bag?” Pope huffs.

“Damn, Pope. That’s a rare outburst of emotion.” I snicker.

“You guys are literally killing me with anticipation. Open the bag.”

John B opens the bag, pulling out a canister. He twists open the canister, letting a small circular compass fall out.

“Oh, wow. Yup. That’s about right.” Pope sighs. “Good job, everybody. We found a compass. It's not worth anything.”

“This was my father’s.” John B mumbles.

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one-boring-person · 4 years ago

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I Trust You.

Marko (The Lost Boys) x Chiraptophobic!reader

Warnings: very vague mention of abuse, but they do not apply to the reader necessarily.

Context: The reader suffers from chiraptophobia (the fear of physical human contact/touch) and has somehow found themself in a friendship with Marko, who has somehow managed to understand how to not constantly need to touch his friend to show affection, until they take a ride on the Ferris wheel.

A/N: This was interesting to write, so j hope it's turned out alright. I guess I took a little inspiration from Death Stranding's Sam, but I thought it would be fun to do which it was. I hope it's enjoyable!😊💛

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It took Marko weeks to finally figure out why I always shied away from his advances, why I'd stared uncomfortably at his offered hand until he withdrew it when he'd tried to shake mine in greeting, why I always wore gloves even in the suffocatingly hot summer air (despite him doing the same), and why I wouldn't go near people I don't know personally, often doing my hardest to steer clear of others in general. Rather than ask, he tried to work it out for himself, observing my behaviour and mannerisms for hours on end, though he still couldn't get what was up with my actions. He'd had to ask for some help from the others, though only David and Dwayne could offer any plausible reasons as to why: maybe I'd been abused in my past and was now averse to unfamiliar human contact, or maybe I was a germophobe. When the young vampire had asked me about both, I'd quickly denied them, thinking that it is unlikely he'd understand the real reason for my odd behaviour. It was only when he saw another person try to shake my hand that he finally noticed the emotion passing through my eyes at the prospect, at which point it all clicked into place. I was afraid of the contact.

Explaining to him what chiraptophobia is was surprisingly easy, though he was a little disappointed by this fact, being a very touch-driven person when around others, even when not in a relationship, though he did manage to take it in his stride, taking time to inform the boys of this as well, in case one of them accidentally made me uncomfortable. He'd nearly ripped Paul's head off when the taller vampire tried to wrap his arm around my shoulders, only letting up when I told him it was alright, that there was no harm done, despite how uneasy I felt afterwards. Since then, Marko has become almost like a bodyguard for me, making sure no one ever comes into my personal space, all while keeping his distance, too, respecting my limits.

We became fast friends, so much so that he eventually told me his secret, revealing his true self to me on one of the nights we chose to hang out together, alone, on the beach, a night I'd never forget. Naturally, I'd been shaken by this revelation, but soon grew used to the idea, knowing that my friend would never hurt me, not intentionally. After a few months, I finally felt comfortable enough to let him touch my gloved hand, though it still made me feel a little uneasy, the sensation of another person's fingers on mine unfamiliar and disturbing to me, but it made the vampire unbelievably happy, a bright smile plastering itself across his face for the rest of the night. He tells me he had to fight off the urge to hug me, for which I'm very grateful - touching a covered hand is very different to being enveloped in an embrace. Since then, he's taken any chance he can get to hold or touch my hand, always beaming like a beacon when he does so, my discomfort in the contact fading a little over time, though I'd soon found that it was only with the curly haired blonde that my body reacted like this, having asked Dwayne to try at some point, to see if it improved overall. Having come up negative in this test, I gave contact one last try with David, who never seems to take off his gloves, only to find that his touch made me uneasy as much as Dwayne's had, despite the two layers of cloth between our respective fingertips. The memory still sets me on edge, though I am well aware it has nothing to do with either David or Dwayne, rather my own mentality.

A shiver goes up my spine as I feel a hand slip into mine, though I quickly recognise the young vampire stepping in beside me, my stance relaxing again when my body realises whose touch it is, though my arm still remains a little tense, out of habit. Reassuringly, Marko swipes a thumb over the back of my glove, glad that I haven't rejected the contact yet, meaning I'm doing better than normal.

"Hey Stranger." He greets, grinning widely at me.

"Hey Blondie." I reply, smiling back at him in return, before casting a quick glance around for the others, "What'd you do with the other three?"

"They're around. Not sure where." The young vampire shrugs, dismissing the question quickly, "How was your day?"

"Not too bad. I didn't get much work done though, I was too preoccupied."

"Preoccupied? With what?" Marko inquires, raising an eyebrow at me in confusion, though his lips are still quirked up into an amused curve.

"That's for me to know, and for you to figure out." I chuckle, tapping the side of my nose secretively.

"Challenge accepted." He smirks, eyes lighting up at the prospect.

I smile at him as we walk, knowing he'll figure it out eventually, the answer being a little closer to home than he thinks.

"Anyway, how'd you sleep?" I question him, eyeing the Ferris wheel off to the side of the Boardwalk.

"Better than usual, actually."

"Oh yeah? How come?"

"Paul didn't snore so much for once, and David wasn't muttering in his sleep either, so it was pretty quiet, altogether." He explains, smiling when I laugh at the mention of David.

"Wait, David talks in his sleep?"

"Yeah, but you can't tell anyone! And especially don't tell him that I told you, or I'll have my ass kicked to the moon and back." Marko grins, biting his thumb as if nervous, though I'm aware that this is one of his signature mannerisms.

"That's a lot of ass-kicking. Probably quite impressive to watch. " I muse, noticing his arm lift slightly, as if to give me a playful slap on the arm, as he normally would've done with someone else, only to briefly squeeze my hand instead, shaking his head in mock exasperation. I grin at him, before turning my gaze back towards the Ferris wheel, admiring the glittering lights in the black night sky, wondering what the view is like up there.

"Wanna take a ride?" Marko interrupts my thoughts, eyebrow raised in amusement.

"Huh?" I blurt out, not having heard his question, quickly snapping my eyes back to his.

"Do you wanna go on the wheel with me?" He repeats, gesturing with a nod of the head to the great circular structure a little way away.

"I would love to, but I don't have any money on me tonight. I forgot my change." I say, somewhat remorsefully, using my free hand to pat my pockets to check for any loose coins, though I'm well aware I have none, having spent it all on food earlier in the evening.

"Who said anything about you paying? Come on, it'll be fun!" The blonde vampire promises, pulling me into the crowd, which parts around us thanks to his reputation (and choice of company), meaning no one comes into touching distance. At one point, my arm brushes past some surfer's bare bicep, which sends uncomfortable shivers and goosebumps through my body, the bitter, irrational fear that comes with it soon biting at the back of my mind, my pulse picking up slightly in response, my muscles turning rigid under my clothes. Marko notices this, briefly stopping to make sure I'm ok, before turning to memorize the surfer's face, most likely intending to take it up with him later, before we continue on, swiftly reaching the shortening queue for the Ferris wheel. Beside me, Marko fidgets and shifts in place, clearly eager to get on the rotating structure, his thumb between his teeth as usual, doe eyes focused on the ticket booth.

"Calm down, Blondie. The wheel isn't going anywhere." I laugh, watching the people around us as they amble to and fro, inching out of the way as a group of made-up girls push past, wincing as I brush against Marko, only to feel surprised when I don't feel the usual discomfort rising up in me from the contact, setting a train of thought into motion. I barely notice as the queue diminishes, only really returning to the present when we reach the booth, at which point Marko buys two tickets and leads me into one of the seats. An attendant comes over to help us secure ourselves, but Marko quickly stares him down, doing the job himself with efficiency.

Not too long after, we've reached a decent way off from the ground, our feet swinging gently in the air as we watch the Boardwalk from above, grinning and joking with each other as we take it in turns pointing out random individuals, making comments about them until the other laughs. At one point, the young vampire manages to spot David, Dwayne and Paul, making some sort of remark about how the leader's hair "looks like a pineapple from the top", before comparing the latter's to a mop. I do my best to hold back my laughter, but it only results in me nearly choking as he starts pointing out more and more likenesses between his friends and everyday objects, tears threatening to spill as I struggle to contain myself. It is only in this moment, that I realise one thing, but it takes me a couple more minutes to act on the thought that has sprung to mind.

Slowly, I pull off my left glove, teasing each finger out of their designated space with a deliberate hesitation, wriggling them a bit once I've exposed them to the air, enjoying the sensation of the light breeze around my heated digits. Marko makes a point of ignoring this, turning his gaze up to the star-strewn sky instead, only to snap his eyes back to mine when he feels a single finger touch the skin of his hand. Gingerly, I trace it over his knuckle, expecting to feel a rush of discomfort, my movements careful and calculated, knowing this is the first time in years that I've had deliberate contact with another person's skin. From my fingertip, it feels as if an electric shock has travelled through me, butterflies suddenly appearing in my stomach. Biting my lip when nothing bad happens, I continue this movement with the rest of my fingers, cautiously slipping my hand into his, enjoying the feeling of his icy cold palm against my warmed one, my eyes finding his shocked ones as our fingers intertwine. In them, I find a tonne of questioning, though he makes no move to actually ask, instead remaining quiet, carefully tightening his grip around my hand as he tries his best to feel as much of my soft skin as he can, the calluses from the handlebars of his bike rubbing slightly.

"What does this mean?" He eventually queries, elated that he can finally hold my hand without a glove being in the way.

"It means that I trust you. I've had no reaction to your contact, and I think it's because I enjoy being with you, and also because you've increased my confidence levels a lot since we first met. I've been trying to figure out why I'm ok with you touching me and no one else all day, which is why I was too preoccupied to work, but I finally worked it out." I inform him, telling him part of the truth - in reality, my trust goes a lot further than wanting a platonic friendship.

Marko is quiet for a moment, as if not quite understanding what I've told him.

"You trust me?" His voice is laced with disbelief, eyes fixing on mine again.

"I do."

Eyes widening again, he smiles, his other hand coming up, as if to try and wrap me in a hug, but the awkward positioning of the barrier, as well as the reminder of my usual discomfort, stop him in his tracks, his hand tightening around mine instead .

"I'm really glad you feel that way, (Y/n). Not many people do." He chuckles, referring to the naturally predatory air he gives off, being a vampire and all, still surprised that I let him touch me.

"I feel safe around you because I know you're my friend, but not many people can have the same claim." I point out, watching the view a little, enjoying the sight of the many glittering lights sprawled out before me, admiring the tiny orange specks of fires on the beach, as well as the rapidly moving headlights of a train passing through the outskirts of Santa Carla, most likely heading out towards the Bridge.

"Fair point." Marko agrees, still staring at our joined hands, which he continues to do until we reach the bottom of the wheel again, at which point he has to let go in order to remove the barrier from our laps. As soon as we're back on the Boardwalk, however, I slip my hand back into his, a small feeling of warmth welling up in me as I see the bright smile splitting his face, clearly happy that I've willingly made contact with him again.

A whistle behind us draws our attention, the sound belonging to a grinning Paul, who approaches us, along with David and Dwayne, who are both smiling at the sight of us, the latter more so than the former, though both seem glad to see their friend happy. As they come closer, I make eye contact with Dwayne, who lifts an eyebrow in questioning, a smirk making its way onto his face when I silently give him a nod, knowing he understands what it means.

I've fallen hard for the blonde vampire who's helped me get over my fear.

#the lost boys #joel schumacher #vampire #david(thelostboys)#paul(the lost boys)#dwayne(the lost boys)#marko(the lost boys)#santa carla #star(the lost boys)#alex winter

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pricklybulbasaur · 3 years ago

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Universe: My Hero Academia

Prompt: Sneaking out Together

Pair: OC/Todoroki

Cortez was even more thrilled than usual today, as the feathers on her wings fully grew back and she was ready to fly back into the air. The minty-haired girl could not wait to get back into the air, being grounded for weeks made her feel trapped like a bird in a cage, unable to fully explore. Now she wanted to have fun tonight.

She had talked to Todoroki about this and at first, he was hesitant because her wings just grew back, and not sure of their strength as well as the curfew Endeavor had set up. However, when did he ever fully follow his own father’s household rules?

So, they decided to go ahead and have some fun one Saturday night when everyone was asleep. The two of them snuck out to the backyard and Cortez was flapping her wings to prepare for the flight.

“You ready, Aurora?” Todoroki asked while securing his pouch and looked at his schoolmate. “Where do you want to go first?”

“Pretty much, Shouto. As for where to go I am not sure, I only know a small percentage of Musutafu so maybe we just fly around and see what interests us.” Cortez then ruffled her wings again, releasing a chill mist in the surrounding area.

The dual-haired teen looked at Cortez’s wings as it was getting to full wingspan. “Will you be able to fly for long periods of time? They are still pretty new…”

The minty-haired teen smiled happily. “Yeah, they are fine. If I do get tired we can rest a bit.”

Todoroki looked up and down at her for a brief second just to make sure she was indeed strong enough. Her arms still had braces, so he was not sure how they would fly together.

“Hey, eyes up here, Canelo.”

Todoroki jolted and looked straight up into her green eyes. He was stunned as her normally green eyes were glowing a blue from the moonlight that was almost the same color as his left eye. She was beautiful, how he did not see this part of her he never knew.

“Did I surprise ya?” Cortez said while tilting her head a bit, still smiling. I don’t think you have seen my bioluminescent eyes.”

“I-I never seen you like this fully. Last time I saw that similar glow was during the training camp.” Todoroki said and got closer.

Cortez deadpanned, “That’s right, it was when Dabi and the other villains went and kidnapped the Yapping Chihuahua.”

“Can’t you ease up on that nickname for Bakugou? I know he irritates you but I think you should at least stop calling him chihuahua.”

“Yeah, you’re right. He’s actually pretty cool and much more tolerable since we first met. I’m not making any promises though.” She said and then turned around and put her back facing her friend. Todoroki blushed. “What?”

“Ummm, what exactly do you want me to do?” Todoroki said, not sure with the whole thing, let alone where to position himself to not interfere with Cortez’s flying.

Cortez got the gist and chuckled nervously. “Well, I don’t think you want me to carry you bridal style, plus I couldn’t anyways due to my arms still recovering from the calcium deficiency so the only option is kind of like piggyback. Keep your legs close to my hips and your hands just below the shoulder blades, that should not interfere with my wings.”

The poor boy blushed even more. “You can’t be serious…”

The minty-haired girl then pouted. “You don’t want to fly with me?”

*doki* Todoroki's heart pulsed at the cuteness of her face and his stomach did a stab of guilt. She wanted to fly into the skies but the way he was acting, it was like he was trying to force her to stay grounded.

“...Okay.” He finally relented and got onto her back, making sure he stayed clear of her moth wings. She was soft yet strong, and he was really trying hard to not get distracted.

“Ready, Canelo?” Cortez asked and when he nodded she started to flap her wings for a few seconds to gain momentum and eventually they took off and started to fly higher into the sky.

The up and down motion scared him at first where he inadvertently closed his eyes and leaned closer to his female classmates back. The bees buzzing inside his stomach was not a pleasant feeling, attacking him where he was starting to feel nauseous. However, it started to settle as he started to feel the chill in the area, and when he opened his eyes, he and Cortez were high above the clouds.

“...”

“Are you doing ok?” The girl said, giving Todoroki a look of slight concern. She had noticed him tense up in flight, so she was worried he may have gotten nervous. “If it is too high, we can lower the elevation.”

“J-just give me a moment.” Todoroki shivered slightly and took deep breaths calming his nerves. Once the buzzing bee feeling slowed down, he straightened up slowly so he would not jolt his girlfriend’s flying. He then got a better look and saw the entire city lights in the Tatooin District. “You see this every time you fly?”

Cortez smiled. “Yep! I also like to do flight aerobatics, but since you are flying with me that will be put on hold for the moment.”

The dual-haired teen paled and chuckled a bit. “I appreciate it.”

“Heh,” Cortez chuckled and then looked ahead when she noticed a glowing Ferris Wheel on the horizon. A theme park. “Hey, want to fly around the area?” She asked the candy-cane-haired teen while pointing at the park.

“Sure, we can fly around the area for a bit, then I would like to fly around the beach.”

Cortez’s smile brightened and her eyes shone almost as bright as Midoriya in fanboy mode. She then told her boyfriend to hang on and she sped up a bit to the park and flew around the park, enjoying the colors and the little dots of people.

They then flew towards the beach on the east and the moon glowed just as brightly upon the waves. The waves were dancing, and a few times he saw a few patches of jellyfish that glowed a greenish-blue hue, and some boats out on the water farther away. They even waved to the Seal Hero Silkie, who was looking back in surprise but smiled at their enthusiasm. He did, however, tell them to get back home soon. The duo agreed and promised to return home in about 10 minutes.

Todoroki smiled as he took in the view. No wonder she likes this. Not only is it a free feeling, but you can somehow feel the peace in the surrounding area. He then looked at Cortez, still mesmerized by the luminescent blue glow of her eyes, and the shimmering pale purple color of her wings. She looked even more beautiful with her hair waving around in the breeze that she almost reminded him of the Roman moon goddess Selene: One who rules the moon. Also known as Luna in the Latin language.

The duo then got back to the Todoroki residence and Cortez was slowly bringing the two down when the Icy-Hot teen was in some thought.

“Luna…”

“Hm?” Cortez hummed when she heard him say something but it was too quiet to hear. “Did you say something, Canelo?”

“I don’t have a nickname for you yet.” Todoroki said and the Climate teen blinked in surprise and blushed a little. “I have thought of a perfect nickname I can call you, if you will accept?”

Cortez nodded, “Sure, it would be fitting as I call you Canelo. So what do you have in mind?”

He leaned forward and whispered in her ear. “Luna, name for the Roman moon goddess. You have a beauty that shines in both body and soul that is soft and gentle. Would it be ok if I call you Luna from now on?”

The minty-haired girl thought about the name and the meaning he had provided. He had called her beautiful, something no one had told her she was. She could tell by the pheromones he was giving off that Todoroki was telling the truth, and it made her really happy.

“Yes, I like it. Luna, goddess of the moon.” She then giggled as they both touched down in the backyard. “Quite ironic really? My first name is Aurora, which is also a celestial name meaning dawn. I love it.”

The two teens then walked inside the house where they were confronted by the rest of the family. Endeavor was looking stoic as usual, but Natsu and Fuyumi were looking furious.

Needless to say, they were stuck there for the rest of the weekend.

#my hero academia #flufftober2021 #Todoroki/OC #day 2

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name-me-regret · 4 years ago

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If The World Was Ending 3/?

If The World Was Ending Chapter Three: California Dreamin’

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“All the leaves are brown And the sky is grey I've been for a walk On a winter's day I'd be safe and warm If I was in L.A. California dreamin' On such a winter's day

Stopped into a church I passed along the way Well, I got down on my knees And I pretend to pray You know the preacher liked the cold He knows I’m gonna stay California Dreamin’...”

~California Dreamin’ - Barry McGuire

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Tony sprang to his feet as he immediately rushed toward the suit that opened up for him. The skylight he’d had installed after invasion slid open and he blasted into the sky. “J, deploy the Iron Legion now!” As he did, he remembered Evan and he pulled up where the tsunami had hit and felt cold terror grip him as he saw that the Santa Monica pier had been taken out. “Shit! JARVIS, what’s my ETA?”

The HUD popped up a calculation. “At the speed you’re going, your estimated time of arrival should be three hours.”

That was unacceptable. He put more power into the thrusters as he could, and heard the BOOM as he broke the sound barrier somewhere over Lake Eerie. “At this speed ETA is two hours,” JARVIS intoned without having to be asked.

“What about the Iron Legion?” Tony was so relieved now that he hadn’t destroyed the rest of his suits after the Battle of Norco.

“ETA four minutes,” JARVIS told him. That was a much better time since when it came to natural disasters, especially involving large amounts of water, every minute, every second counted. Tony set his suit to auto-pilot for the remainder of the flight, making sure to call the FAA. He didn’t want any aircraft to accidentally stray into his path, and he’d be a disaster on top of a disaster.

“Give me eyes as soon as they reach the affected areas. Also, patch me into the channel the first responders use.” A few minutes later his HUD was filled with live feed from the suits, and he was rendered speechless at what he saw. Tony wished he could speed up past Mach 5 without the suit falling apart.

He decided to concentrate on what he could do (and not on a certain someone), and pulled up the stats on the suits that were functional. Out of the 35 suits he’d made between the invasion of Manhattan and the Mandarin Incident, there were nine viable suits. It was the Mark 20: Python, Mark 25: Striker/Thumper, Mark 28: Jack, Mark 33: Silver Centurion, Mark 34: Southpaw, Mark 36: Peacemaker, Mark 37: Hammerhead, Mark 38: Igor, and Mark 41: Bones.

Tony wished the Mark 35 would have survived, since the Red Snapper was made to save people during natural disasters; for example, rescuing victims trapped during an earthquake. He’d gotten the idea after the 7.1 earthquake that had hit LA, and now a year and a half later they’re hit with a tsunami. Unfortunately, Killian had destroyed it during the Battle of Norco.

Well, Southpaw would have to do, even if Red Snapper would have been better with its extendable and retractable claws. At least Hammerhead would come in handy, since it could remain submerged for long periods of time.

“This is Iron Man. I have multiple suits flying over the city and ready to help out. Just point me in the right direction and I’ll help where I can.” Almost immediately he was flooded with calls of trapped civilians, several inside and on top of their houses. He told JARVIS to concentrate on the ones trapped inside their houses, since there was another wave and the water was rising alarmingly fast. There were some people still trapped in their vehicles and unfortunately they couldn’t get to everyone on time.

He directed the suits where to go that they’d be the most useful. Tony heard dispatch call Swift Water Command, calling in a Code Three. Tony heard the commander say they were delayed and luckily J had a suit in the area. It was Bones and he saw the armor detach into several pieces and break through two roof vents to save a man trapped in the attic of his flooding house. As he watched the suits save people; Hammerhead dove for a little girl that had fallen into the water from off the roof of her house when she slipped, and Igor large enough that it could fly with several people hanging from it to take them to higher ground, he was even more glad he hadn’t destroyed the suits.

Sure he loved Pepper and would do anything for her, but with every life he saved, he remembered why he’d become Iron Man in the first place. He’d remembered those soldiers he’d laughed and joked with before they’d been gunned down, with his own weapons no less, and knew he’d made the right choice to not quit this. And maybe Pepper would come around and maybe she wouldn’t, but he refused to be guilted for doing something that saved people’s lives; even if at the times he was so sick and tired, and so inured he could barely move or breathe without something hurting.

It was more important to be able to help people, made him feel like he was alive for a reason. He’d told her three years ago, that he shouldn’t be alive if it wasn’t for a reason, and this was that reason. It wasn’t fighting Killian and aliens, but helping and protecting the people from those threats.

It was almost two hours later, after remotely piloting the other suits, that he was physically flying over the city. The water still hadn’t receded, and three more waves had hit, and hopefully that would be the end of it but he doubted it. Tony wanted to call Evan and make sure he was alright, but cell phone service was wonky at the moment. Besides, he didn’t want to tie up the line when there were others that needed actual help. Evan’s apartment was out of the flood zone, so he was sure he was fine. He was weirdly glad he had a serious blood clot condition that had him confined to his home, and not out there with the rest of the first responders. Tony wouldn’t be able to concentrate if he knew Evan was in danger.

He decided not to unpack all of that right now and quickly dismissed the rest of the live feeds of the Iron Legion, letting JARVIS take over. Although now that he’d seen some of what was required for something of this magnitude, he knew he needed to remake Red Snapper and more Iron Legion, probably a special force that could be used for natural disasters. While Southpaw was for natural disasters as well, it was mostly to protect the user from damage from natural disasters. He needed more armors that had emergency features, like medical features such as the ability to be used as a defibrillator or even carry oxygen or breathing equipment for CPR.

Tony headed toward the pier, since flooding was still extensive, and he heard calls earlier of first responders being needed at the Santa Monica Pier. As he neared where the worst of the flooding was, he saw that the whole pier was underwater. There saw also an actual Ferris wheel that was still standing after all three waves, but it wouldn’t hold for much longer.

As he neared, he saw that the wave was starting to recede, going in the other direction. He heard the ones at the Ferris wheel call the coast guard. ‘Coast Guard, Coast Guard. This is Captain Nash LAFD. We need a miracle at the pier. We need one quick.’ As the helicopter flew in, the Ferris wheel started to tip, and he blasted forward.

“Incoming, Captain Nash!” he called over the speaker on his suit, arriving in time to catch the Ferris wheel as it almost toppled. Tony saw that most of the people had been evacuated except for the one who was being airlifted and a woman with curly hair, as well as two first responders, both firefighters by the looks of it.

“Iron Man!” he heard someone call in surprise.

“Yes, I’ll sign autographs later,” he joked, “but right now this thing is coming down and I might not be able to hold it for long.” The two firefighters, one Hispanic man and another Caucasian woman had just finished lowering the woman and now looked at each other, unclipped from their lines and jumped, landing feet first in the water. “Ten out of ten!” Tony called, “now let’s go go go!” They scrambled onto the speed boats as Tony grunted as the debris hit it hard and it started to put a strain on the armor. When he saw they were clear, he let it drop as he flew out of the way barely in time from getting knocked down by it.

He met them at the entrance of the pier by the sign that read ‘•Yacht Harbor• SPORT FISHING •BOATING Cafes’, the water still high enough that it reach most of their calves. If he’d been in any armor before the Mark 8, he’d have thought twice before landing in the water. However the Mark 43 was a better version of all the armors that had come before. He wanted to see if anyone needed help.

“Iron Man,” he heard someone call. Tony turned to see a stern looking man in his early fifties with a helmet on his head and the red vest that declared him a fire captain. This must be Captain Nash. He was wet and obviously tired, but there was still a certain amount of authority to the set of his shoulders. He had the kind of presence Howard had given off, but tempered with something softer Tony couldn’t identify.

“That’s me,” he said as he lifted up the face plate but refrained from stepping out of the suit. He didn’t want to get his shoes wet, and besides, this man appeared to be at good six feet and even if it was only two or three inches, he hated feeling short. Especially when it was from a man that reminded him if even just a tiny bit of Howard. “But just Tony, please. What can I do for you, Captain?”

Nash extended his hand, and Tony took it without hesitation. He had more respect for first responders than any bureaucratic asshole that wanted to shake his hand and play nice for the cameras. “Bobby Nash of the 118. Thank you for the assist,” giving his gauntlet covered hand a firm shake. Tony liked the sincerity in his voice.

“It was no problem, Cap. I didn’t really do much,” he assured. The man’s lips quirked a bit, whether in annoyance or amusement, it was hard to tell. Bobby Nash had one of those faces that gave almost nothing away. “Do you need anymore assistance?”

The woman opened her mouth but Bobby held a hand to stop her. The woman’s nametag, which was surprisingly still on, read Bosko, and the man had Diaz on his. Tony wondered why that sounded familiar. “We have a missing member of Firehouse 136, Captain Ronnie Cooper. There’s also a lot of people trapped and missing. I had thought I heard that Iron Man was helping out, and it’s nice to see it’s true.”

“Sure am, wherever it’s needed.” He’d already been able to help a lot of people and hoped to continue as long as his body and the power supply on his armors allowed. “I’ll keep an eye out for Captain Cooper, and if you need help with anything, give me a holler. There are several other suits flying over the city. So, even if I’m not nearby, my co-pilot JARVIS will be able to assist you if I can’t.”

He gave the man a salute that wasn’t meant to be at all mocking, and then the faceplate snapped shut before he blasted into the air. Tony wanted to make sure there weren’t any locations that had been damaged that could potentially become deadly. The last thing he needed was for the water to catch on fire if there was any gas spillage, and he expected it’d be a terrifying sight.

“J, try Evan’s phone,” he said. “Also, bring up satellite images of Hawaii. I don’t want to be blindsided in case they were hit as well.”

“Bringing up images right now, sir. Also, I’m getting no response from Mr. Buckley’s phone.” This made Tony worry, since Evan always answered his phone (even when he called him an old man for calling and not texting). He couldn’t do anything though, since he was needed right where he was. Tony couldn’t just rush to Evan’s apartment, there was no flooding in the area, and there were people in need of help. So, he reluctantly continued on.

“You better be safe, Evan,” he muttered.-

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