#Objects in whack the boss 2

[risu5waffles]

boss time

wrapping up my set of Gardens levels

this boss arena would actually work, tho' i think it would need to be widened a touch (also, the center bounce pad in phase 2 is probably not necessary). as it is now, it's pretty cluttered, but i wanted to make sure the overlay was giving enough detail to parse what was going on. i think if i really wanted to make it, i'd want the turrets in the first phase to spawn, and then raise randomly like a whack-a-mole. i kinda know how to get that effect and still have them trigger the in-arena logic to progress the phase, but it would have taken a lot of work to drag out of memory and set up for a scene that was, ultimately going to be static. the idea in phase two is the ghost king is winched up, drops his wine glass in a nod to that one bit from that one Castlevania (it would actually be a separate wine glass with the stem joined by a bit of dissolve material, that would be emitted once the ghost king was off-screen), and then the ghost king that attacks the players would be a completely different object already in the correct layer on a piston & winch set up. so the players destroy a set number of turrets (three for the visible logic in the picture, but probably five if i was doing this for real), and in phase two use the bounce pads to grab the sponge on the left and right and swing to the one in the center. pull that one down three times and the fight ends. easy-peasy-one-two-threesy.

i put way more thought into this whole affair.

i had player profiles mostly kitted up. still haven't come up wiv a good name for the green one, but miss cupcake was amTHEmuffinMAAM, which is a psn handle someone must have taken by this point.

anyhoot, it'll probably be a hot minute before i do a connected set like this again. maybe some one-offs using sets i already have. i'm inordinately proud of those, and they're set up to sell a particular scene in the first place. also, i really want to use that sento one, that one's real good.

shite. i needed to get ready for work, like, minutes ago, so i'd best do that now. hope y'all have liked these! stay safe, and have as wonderful a day as your sitch allows for!

[ryanmo7]

Progress Update #5

What has been happening over the past 2 weeks?

This update is a week late because I didn’t have anything new to present. But today I do.

As you can see in the video, I got a lot done. I completed the main aspects of my character’s health bar changing when he interacts with a computer, his facial expressions changing depending on his health bar, and objects that affect his health. I was very happy because making interactive objects was surprisingly difficult. Thankfully people in a Discord server were able to help me and I figured it out.

I also made interactive doors. Those were very easy to do, I just had to code an object with “goto_room(name of room).” Just a simple Enter push and my player is taken to a different room.

My game has somewhat of a story and I was thinking about how would I portray cutscenes. The solution was simple. I made duplicates of my game’s settings and set up whichever assets I needed for the cutscene.

What is coming up for the next week?

I am currently working on dialogue because again, there is a story.

I am also working on other parts of my game like a task icon, indicating the task is done or not.

Thirdly, I am trying to figure out how to include a task menu, letting the player how many needs to be done.

Now, I am considering adding one mini-game because when my player interacts with a computer. I was successful with my character interacting with a computer, but now I feel like I could do more. But I don’t want to be too ambiguous as the semester will end in a few weeks.

Hiccups/Hurdles/AHA moments

I guess my only AHA moment is that during the last two-three weeks, I had a lot of big assignments from different classes due around the same time, making it difficult to juggle time.

But with my capstone project, not so much, at least not drastic ones. The only “issue” I have with my project is that my player character’s feet appear over objects when they’re supposed to be behind the object. This isn’t much I can do about this. I tried rearranging the object layers, but then the bottom of the object will go over my character’s face. It’s a visual error I just have to accept and in the end, it isn’t a crucial part of my game. But it does give a funny visual of my character stepping on his boss.

Where are you on your timeline?

Admittedly my timeline is a little whacked. I am still programming but I am playtesting at the same time to make sure things are running smoothly. And so far it’s running well.

That’s about it for this update. Wish me luck as I power through!

[joshthemaker913]

So I have this old drawing of Kirby Copy Ability ideas from way back. Years later, I've decided to digitize it as well as expand upon them with some concept sketches for each one.

Board has Kirby utilize a variety of boards including a surfboard for water travel, a skateboard for faster movement, a snowboard for snow travel, and an ironing board for electric barriers. He can smack his foes with any board. He wears a swimming cap as the surfboard is the default board. Enemy would be a surfer.

Disc gives Kirby the ability to throw and spin silver discs. He can swiftly throw two discs if he charges his throw. He can also use the disc as a shield but it breaks after taking a few hits. Functions similar to Cutter but without the boomerang effect. He wears a helmet based off of the film, TRON. Enemy would look like a biker.

Mace lets Kirby wield a giant flail that he can throw at any direction. He can even spin with it. He wears a Viking helmet. Kirby can also whack foes with it as a regular mace. Enemy would be a viking helmet wearing knight with the mid-boss being Masher from Kirby's Dream Land 2 and the Kirby Triple Deluxe subgame, Kirby 3D Rumble.

Scythe has Kirby wield a giant scythe. He can slash his foes at a breakneck pace. Functions similar to Sword but has wider range due to the size of the weapon. He wears a hat similar to Link's but black to resemble the grim reaper. Enemy would be a skeleton ghost with the mid-boss being a reaper-like entity.

Chaos gives Kirby a monstrous look. He can fire large lasers, create cyclones with his new tail, and punch the earth to erupt lava from it. He can unleash an energy burst that deals out heavy damage but removes the ability as a result similar to Crash. Both the design and enemy are based off of Godzilla, hence the familiar attacks.

Finally, Super Star Rod is basically the Star Rod upgraded with five diamond-like objects attached to it. The energy radiating from the rod is so intense it makes Kirby's body glow and give him wings. Functions like it does in Kirby's Adventure and its remake, Nightmare in Dreamland, but can also form a shield and deflect projectiles with a swat.

[pinermeeting]

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[rockmiyabideusexmachina]

2021 Megaman Summer Fanart Contest Results!

Yet again, I had no time for promo-themed art, so I will just continue rehashing this old Akane pic since it sorta fits the theme. Just to have some visual before the writeup. 

Thank you as always to every single one of you who participated this summer! I say it all the time, but you all really do make it a challenge judging these pieces year after year, with your creativity and hard work. Trying to be objective about each piece and how they best fit within the requirements gets harder and harder each year! Thank you for your patience in waiting for these results, as this never is a quick process to format and write up, especially around my work schedule. I will be contacting the winners about their prizes soon after this goes live. 

After the break, you’ll see the winners for both categories, along with all of the entries.

Category 1: A Cool Summer DiVE

For our first category this summer, participants were tasked with creating a Rockman X DiVE-inspired summer-themed character(s)/skin of their choice, and a special summer weapon design to go along with them.

There were a grand total of 10 participants in this category. For the full gallery of entries, you can head to this link HERE. Beneath each entrant’s name will also be a link to their individual pieces at full-size.

1.) @firemanshug: $100 prize

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He is so happy, and he makes me smile! Much like the Sailor Mammoth we got in DiVE this summer, I like the contrast a flame-themed boss gets by having a watery-feel to him. But you incorporated a lot to give Sword Man this summery look, with the bright colors, which feel both like a lemonade and water scheme. You’ve got the sun on his head, cool shades, the flowers reminiscent of a lei, and even if it appears liquidy, it feels like he’s ready to fire up his kabob arm for a luau. So overall, I loved how much you meshed into this design, and made it just feel like a summer skin I want to pull! Your Cold Slush Buster fits wonderfully with the style of other Classic boss busters we’ve seen so far, like Aqua and Air. 

2.) Algaae: $75 prize

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Definitely the most detailed and technically sound artwork overall, your style certainly could make some think this was official artwork for swimsuit Levi! The little details to her swimsuit are simple, but nice tweaks to allude to her standard armor, yet still look fashionable and unique. Feel bad for that poor fish if it’s about to be whacked around as a weapon on that staff, but would also be amused if it popped off for it’s own attack, only to bite right back on the orbs after flopping around out of water. XD

3.) @subzeroiceskater​: $50 prize

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As a boss idea, having “Serve” Master K bumping and spiking Bounce Man and all his volleyball parts in a beach volleyball boss room sounds like a ton of chaotic fun! That creative concept alone had me sold, even before seeing their design changes. Your humorous punny bunny additions were a bonus, and certainly made me laugh. The weapon is cute and clever, and I liked how you were able to fit both characterizations of Watt. It would be interesting to see how a “combo” character would play in-game, a little more differently than Tron & Servbots, for example. 

And the rest of the Deep Log error entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

@annvolans:

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Pink flamingo Heatnix is a decoration we all need on our front lawns this summer! Love his chilled, relaxed pose, just nursing that drink while trying to avoid any battle. Wonderful pic, just unfortunately no accompanying weapon design to compete with the other entries.

@aw-colorcat:

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I really loved this idea, and seeing Heat Man as a cooler is just like the best summer image. This needs to be an official concept. Period. The spray gun having dual pop tabs and the warning to shake first was so amusing. Absolutely appreciated your creativity on this, and had a hard time debating where it would place. So very close!

Dash Nolan:

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I swear I had a Super Soaker in this color scheme back in the day, so I did totally love the concept of Vile having to pump his shoulder blaster multiple times to get water to spray out. And if it doesn’t work out, he can help plug Sprite instead with these colors. Thank you for your extra effort with the turnaround vid, which I had to shrink down into a really small .gif just to present it on here. It does look really cool to see his full model that way. 

@digitallyfanged:

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Under the Sea Under the Sea X, it’s better When your corpse is wetter And crushed by my heeeeeee~ls MerSigma...Sigmerman...Ursaligma...regardless what you want to call him, he’s still pretty imposing. (With emphasis on pretty...) Yes, we all have questions, but you have to admit, you want to see this Sigma form running through a stage with his flowing locks and mertail blowing in the wind, with the grace of a school of fishes swimming through the current. Love the pearl theme tying in with his head orb and the Fish Hook Glaive weapon of his. Although now I’m imagining him emerging from Shield Sheldon’s shell like The Birth of Venus or something...XD

Mattasaurs: 

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Swimsuit Ashe stumbled upon a booty of kabobs, and greedily doesn’t appear like she’s gonna share any of that food. XD Your Bubble Crab Spray Gun would make a lot of sense in-game, and would kinda be fun if you could encase enemies and jump and bounce off that giant bubble, to help reach inaccessible areas. 

Rockman HQ:

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Thank you for incorporating both categories into your entry! Love seeing this as an actual banner image. Bit’s outfit is amusing on a lot of levels, from his pineapple and novelty dual slurpee cup headwear, Doppler logo trunks, and surfing on his shield better than Blues ever could. Another bubble weapon, buku, which is a simple, but effective way to allude to Cancer Bubble’s powers with your claw buster design.. 

Ryan Vogler:

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Lime Margarita X -on the rocks(man)- knows Sigma is drunk on power. So he’s going to splash a hint of lime juice in his eyes, using his Lime Blaster, which will certainly sting a bit. But good luck at the capsule for either of these alcoholic-themed gacha pulls, because I think all you’ll get is salt. I was certainly amused at X getting equipped with a citrusy margarita for the summer, and the colors of this piece really stand out beautifully. The watercolor background is just mesmerizing. 

Category 2: Ride the Big Wave

In our second category this summer, participants were tasked with creating a Megaman-related surfboard design, as well as a scene that put that surfboard into use. 

There was a grand total of 8 participants in this category. For the full gallery of entries, you can head to this gallery HERE. Beneath each entrant’s name will also be a link to their individual pieces at full-size.

1.) NightopianFoxGirl: $100 prize

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This surfboard is cute and has a little bit of everything. The ‘80s bright neon net skyline aesthetic certainly helped it stand out, as the Mets do against it. Their progression with unique beach-themed items, seemingly being led by the one with the lifeguard whistle, makes it feel like they’re out to have fun on their own digital summer vacay. Cool, creative, and one I’d definitely love to see on a real board. On top of that, your additional scene had a really nice composition, with the curve of the wave tying in with War Rock curving in to fetch the frisbee, and still capturing two different scenes with Subaru and Tsukasa both walking with their boards and surfing on them. Had a good laugh at Gemini’s shades. Twinning they are not, though. XD Well done overall!

2.) Moogy: $75 prize

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Overdrive’s board is something that looks so simple in many respects, yet fits him and symbolizes so much with those simple shapes. A stylized version of the missile that launches in his stage, which you can clearly see blasting off. But being a flightless bird, you can feel that symbolism of Overdrive wanting to fly in the sky, with the wings and arrows pointing upwards to the heavens. But wait! The missile also can double as an overhead view of Overdrive himself. With his long neck and beak at the top, the blast from behind symbolizing his speed, and those red arrows actually being his Sonic Slicer attack! He flies in his own way, unlike that rocket and his bird bot brethren. And that creativity makes this an awesome board! I love his multiple chains and Hawaiian shirt. Your corresponding pics of the board in use are both beautiful and amazing.

3.) @stephodell: $50 prize

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Seeing the evolution of your board ideas was really neat, and I do think the merger of those concepts turned out pretty neat! The curve of the shooting star sort of gives Pegasus another flowing mane (or Proto Man’s scarf cosplay), but also works to mimic the flow of the waves...be they radio waves or water waves. The actual Pegasus constellation helps fill in empty space, and overall, it looks very nice! Your accompanying pic is top notch as always, and love seeing Ken in that lifeguard chair scoping out what’s happening in the water. Subaru’s wetsuit works perfectly with Rockman-form trim. Just take the bulky armor pieces off, and it’s just a wetsuit underneath, basically. LOL

And the rest of the Hang Ten entries, in alphabetical order by alias:

AbilityField:

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Winner of the most creative use of an ironing board! XD You really thought outside the box with this VR approach for Laika. The actual surfboard art balances well with both the EXE and Classic counterparts to the side of his Navi Crest. The colors pop well, and certainly fits Laika’s style. A lot of fun things going on in the background of your accompanying pic. Besides the box for the board, I loved how you tied in Ken and the Big Wave remix into the simulation with those screens/consoles. 

@aw-colorcat​:

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The gradient on this board gives off a beautiful sunset vibe reminiscent of that closing cutscene in MM8, along with that triangular green up top to play off of her hair ribbon nicely. The cut of having the main board design on sand to separate it from the main pic was clever, and the effect worked out nicely! Good thing Beat is following Roll on the waves, so he can dive on in and grab her, if she falls off her board!

ColeManX: 

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Poor Forte. I don’t think those kind of fins make the surfboard more aerodynamic and able to handle the waves better. In fact, that’s probably why you fell off it so awkwardly! The design is certainly amusing and unique to him, though. 

@mosketches​:

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Anko and a school of Shrinks definitely fit the theme for a Bubble Man board. The background really gives off that underwater vibe, yet helps the minor bots stand out on it with the help of the white water lines. Very cool. Your accompanying pic is very amusing, from Flash’s eye gag, to Wood Man’s sexy sand curves, to Air Man’s hat. Unfortunately, both Bubble and his board are going to be going back down to see those actual Anko and Shrinks below the depths of that huge wave! XD

@subzeroiceskater​:

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Well, you certainly did your research on surfboards, giving me a whole lesson on your final board page! Your effort on that alone certainly stood out. Seeing Totemer as a board amused me the most, closely followed up by the Impact Bro board. But you clearly put a lot of thought and care into each character’s style, while still making them fun. Poor Chill, at least he tried for a good cause. Had a good laugh at them all trying to get out of there with the cash in the end. So much for a fair contest. 

[kabutoraiger]

so that’s kei x yaku.

when this was first announced... my interest was definitely piqued in a particular way, y’know? looking at the poster, judging by the vibes of the trailer and just the basic concept of keisatsu x yakuza, obviously there was going to be a tense and morally complicated and charged 👀 relationship between the leads. ...right?

uh, yeah, no. for anyone who hasn’t been keeping up, that is. not even remotely what’s going on here. this is the most fluffily corny and domestic (b)romance between a cop and a mob boss that could possibly be conceived of.

which, on one hand, can be nice to watch happen (when it isn’t being overly pandering). the show definitely establishes that ichiro is a Purely Good Fictional Cop, and shiro is a good person too who only joined the world of crime for the sake of his dear big sis, and who, underneath the smug coolguy facade he sometimes puts on, really wants to be loved genuinely. (very sento-like in that regard.) so seeing them find that kind of love is heartwarming. you want the both of them to be happy.

on the other hand. i’ve talked about this a bit before but the state of BL adaptations these days (jpn ones at least) is just... like objectively the quality has increased in recent years, right? if not in the quality of the media itself then at least in presenting love between men in a less tasteless way than things used to be. but it’s like the bell curve has swung all the way around in the other direction now where almost everything is so SO wholesome and “pure” and whitewashed of anything objectionable.

and the fact that even the show about 2 adult men on opposing sides of the law pairing up to investigate a gov’t conspiracy while people involved in it get whacked off left and right manages to make their relationship into one that’s cutesy and toothless is just. it’s kind of insane. it almost feels like parody?

so kxy is not what i was hoping for in that regard. and as a crime show it is also woefully undercooked, presenting a mystery that starts out pretty interesting, but that soon devolves into a whole lot of just the characters sitting in rooms talking (mostly just the one room lbr), making it almost impossible to keep track of all the players bc they’re a list of names being discussed more than they’re people who exist in the story. several of them die offscreen with no fanfare, even. and then after slogging through all of that at the last second pulling the boring “actually all of those people were under the sway of the TRUE mastermind (to be continued in a season 2 if that ever gets greenlit i guess).”

would i call it a good show? no. it has a limp plot used mostly to ferry us along to bromantic moments so shipbaity they can be downright cringe at times. the horrendously stilted subs certainly don’t help its case either. but i would be lying if i said i wasn’t at all invested in seeing these 2 guys kiss. atsuhiro may not be convincing as a yakuza boss but he is very convincing as a slightly tsundere man in love with another man. a role which all of us in this part of town already knew he was good at, but still. always enjoyable to watch him bring that energy, if nothing else.

[forever-rogue]

Honey & Velvet - Part 4

Summary: Ruthless CEO Max Lord is about to meet his biggest match yet in another CEO such as cunning and biting as he can be.

A/N: Thank you guys for all of your support on this story. Your love for it is beautiful and I appreciate. I hate and love Max so much! If you’d like to be tagged, please let me know, and as always, feedback and comments are always welcome! xx

Pairing: Maxwell Lord x Reader

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: masturbation (18+ only!!); sex; language

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 | PART 5 | PART 6 | PART 7 | PART 8 | PART 9 | PART 10

MASTERLIST

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Max sighed to himself as he grabbed his letter opener to unseal the surprise special delivery. He wasn’t used to having do such a menial task for himself; no that’s why he paid others to do it all for him. Tossing the weighted object down, he reached in and felt around, trying to figure out what was inside. It didn’t feel like a letter or any sort of documents, but pictures rather. Polaroids to be exact.

His breath hitched in his throat as he slowly pulled the small stack of photos, trying to prevent himself from taking them in too quickly. He wanted to savor this moment, to remember his exact reaction when he saw the photos. Since it was you and he already had a taste of your fiery personality, he knew it could have been pictures of anything; perhaps you had decided to play a trick on? Hell, it could have been pictures of your feet...although he might have found a way to think that was sexy too. He was a man of...interesting taste.

He set the small, square photos in a neat stack in from of him, arranged just perfectly for him to easily filter through. As soon as his eyes landed on the first image, he picked it up and held it in front of his eyes to examine it closely. There you were, frozen in time and space, immortalized in the photo. You were staring back at him, posed in a scandalous position as you stared directly at the camera, lips pouted perfectly. He licked his own lips as he looked through the photos trying not to get too lost in them. He was, after all, still in the middle of his work day, and not exactly in the positions to just get out his frustrations. 

Letting a heavy breath out through his nose, Maxwell already felt his cock twitch in his trousers, that familiar sensation beginning to take hold. He flicked through the rest of the photos, each of them getting progressively more scandalous, until the last photo. He audibly groaned at it as he tried to study it as closely as possibly. Of course you would manage to send him a photograph of yourself completely nude, but with just enough shadowing so he couldn’t see everything. But it left very little to the imagination, and was enough to send him over the edge. 

Fuck it. 

Tossing the picture back onto the edge, he quickly unzipped his trousers, which happened to be brand new and in season; he’d made quick work of refreshing his wardrobe after your little comment when you’d first had cornered him in his office. He pulled out his cock, already fully hard and leaking, and leaned back in his chair. The door to his office wasn’t locked, but he was so caught up in the moment it didn’t matter to him, besides that he knew most people knew better than ever dare to walk in without knocking. 

A low sound, a mixture between a moan and growl escaped his lips as he started to stroke himself, eyes scanning over your myriad of photos. He could only imagine how good it was going to feel when he finally was able to be inside of you, to feel your walls around him. He’d get his sweet, sweet revenge on you for making him lust this hard after you. He could see it now: taking his time with you, leaving you on edge until you were crying and begging for him to finally fuck you. 

With the image of you firmly planted in his mind, it didn’t take long before stifled moans managed to slip past his lips. Finding one of the favorite photos of the bunch he held it near his cock as he came, letting your name spill off of his lips like a quiet prayer; repeated, gentle, hopeful. He spilled all over his hand, dragging his high out, managed to get a few drops of his thick cum on the edge of your photo. Max you couldn’t wait to see how good you would look with it all over you.

He smiled at his handiwork before dropping the Polaroid back onto his desk and reaching for one of his trusty handkerchiefs. He felt bad, almost, about the stack of used squares that the cleaner had to deal with every week. Sometimes it was none, sometimes, especially of late, they were many. Anyone with half a brain could figure out what they used for, but he couldn’t bothered in caring. If anything, Max could easily convince them that it was really anything.

But for now, coming down from his climax, he was...satisfied and would be content for a small while. Glancing around to make sure no one had intruded for whatever reason, he gathered the photos and tucked them into the top drawer of his desk, the one that was always locked. They would live there for now, until they were of further use, which probably would be sometime in the near future. 

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For several hours you were sitting in your office, twiddling your thumbs, both metaphorically and literally, as you waited, and waited, and waited, for a call that never came. It was frustrating, infuriating even, to sit around and be so distracted that it prevented you from even working. How could you let this one man, this one infuriating man, get under your skin so much?

After a while of sitting around and getting nothing done, you let out a long sigh, dropping your head to the desk as you tried to clear your mind. You thought you were being quiet, at least somewhat subtle, but Adina was quick to knock on your door, poking her head inside to find you in distress.

“Y/N?” she asked as you sat up bolt right, trying to collect yourself and not make it seem like you were nearing the middle experiencing mental anguish. Over a fucking man. 

“What can I do for you?” you asked with a stunted smile. She raised an eyebrow, giving you a quizzical expression. Of all the times to be a bad liar, this was not the time. 

“Is everything alright?” she asked and you nodded even before the question was fully out, which most definitely didn’t help your case, “really? Don’t mind me, but you’re acting...off.”

“Off?” your voice pitched about an octave as you realized you were still digging your own grave. She’d known you for so long, she knew you about as well as you knew yourself, “w-what do you mean?”

“I mean...” she trailed off and waved her arm around as if trying to make a general statement of off, “you’re acting kind of weird, different lipstick, which I’ve never seen you do before, I don’t think you’ve done a single thing today, which I am totally not judging by the way...ever since you’ve gotten those deliveries. What even was in them?”

“Adina,” you popped up and walked over to her, putting an around her shoulder, doing your best to give her a small hug, “my sweet, sweet Adina. There’s nothing wrong, I promise. I’m just...tired. Had a late night. It’s totally just me, you have nothing to worry about. I might take off a little early today though...try and get some rest.”

In Benjamin’s bed. Again.

“Y/N,” she back down in her seat, crossing her arms over her chest as she waited you closely, “I’ve known you since we were in college. I know when you’re acting different.”

“There’s nothing to worry about,” you insisted, leaning against the doorway, trying to present yourself as being cool and collect, “I promise. I could never lie to you. Everything is fine.”

Except right now. I’m a dirty, dirty liar.

“If you’re sure,” she was hesitant, but willing to accept your answer. You’d never given her a reason not to believe you before, why would you start now? 

“I am,” you tried to let out a natural sounding laugh, but even to it sounded stunted...awkward, “you needn’t worry about me. Your energy is much better spent on almost anything else.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you shot her a quick wink. You were about to go back into your office to attempt to do a little work before making a departure for the day, but Adina cleared her throat right before you walked away, “yes, ma’am?”

“Your blouse,” she pointed to the mismatched buttons, “it’s all wonky. Fix your buttons, boss.”

“Oh,” your cheeks felt like they were on fire as you looked down and spotted your mistake. Oops, you wanted to kick yourself. In your haste to slip back into your work clothes, you must not have been paying that much attention. You hoped that Adina hadn’t noticed that your shirt was perfectly crisp and buttoned when you came in that morning, “silly me...must...be getting lazy in the morning.”

“Hmm,” was the only sound out of her mouth as she slowly swiveled in her chair, back to the work sprawled out on her desk. Your door was almost closed when she remarked, “Benjamin called for a little while ago. Said you spoke this morning and asked if you could give him a call back at your convenience.”

“Ben,” you sighed loudly, thinking about whacking your head against the door. Of course he called; that would only raise Adina’s suspicions - the two of you hadn’t parted on good terms and that was knowledge to most people, “oh funny. I’ll give him a call back.”

“It’s been a while since you’ve spoken to him, hasn’t it?” there was a curious lilt to her voice as she seemed to play Sherlock, digging and digging until she finally discovered the truth. You turned and gave her a small smile, “I didn’t know you were still on speaking terms with him.”

“We...are,” if that’s what you called spending time in bed and fucking nowadays, “I had to speak to him for something business related. It’s just a transaction we’re hammering out.”

A wonderful choice of words.

“Sure,” there was a tone to suggest she absolutely did not believe you, but without any real evidence, she couldn’t just accuse you of anything. On top of that, you’d never given her a reason not to trust you; you were the boss after all, “if I can do anything, please let me know.”

“The...envelope from earlier,” your voice cracked a little and you found it hard to meet her eyes, “it got delivered, yes?”

“Yes,” she promised, “I gave it directly to Mr. Lord’s assistant and I saw her bring it into his office.”

“Wonderful-”

“What was it regarding, again? Anything I need to be aware of?” you swallowed the lump in your throat at her words. You hated having to lie to her as much as you hated the feeling you were experiencing for the petulant bastard himself.

“No. If anything comes up, you’ll be the first to know,” you promised and turned back to your office and closed the door slowly as you heard her mumble something in response. Making sure the door was locked, you let out a low, “fuck.”

You hated lying and trying to sneak around. You shouldn’t have even needed to be sneaking; you were a grown woman that could do whatever you pleased. If you wanted to fuck Maxwell Lord then you could.

Shit.

You finally admitted it to yourself. You wanted to fuck him. What had happened to you? It had to be...something. Maybe your hormones were off or...literally anything else. There’s no other reason you could possibly want him, right? He was just a silly man child in an overpriced suit with a bad dye job and too much time on his hands. What was so appealing about that? Nothing. But the growing neediness between your legs suggested otherwise. 

Whatever it was you knew you couldn’t let it get any further. No, you had to clear your mind and get back to work. This was all business and it couldn’t be anything more. You would never mix business and pleasure and you certainly weren’t about to start for him.

Jumping onto your desk, you reached for your phone, fingers hesitating slightly as you contemplating dialing Max and telling him you were done. But no. That would be giving into him, egging him on and giving him just more reason to contact you again. 

Dialing Benjamin wasn’t a much better option, but right now it was the lesser of two evils. With a shaking finger, you dialed his direct office line, still finding that you had it memorized. A part of you was hoping that he wouldn’t pick up; if he didn’t you would have the excuse that you tried but couldn’t get through to him. Yes, you thought to yourself, perfect.

But just before it rang out, that smooth, slightly accented voice picked up on the other, “Y/N. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Ben,” you said firmly, not surprised that he immediately knew it was you,  “you can’t just call my office whenever you please! Adina is going to get suspicious - everyone knows we don’t talk.”

“Relax,” he chuckled on the other end, “I was perfectly pleasant and didn’t offer her even a drop of what happened last night.”

“Ben-”

“What?” he asked and you sighed in response, “you’re the one calling me back. Surely you could have just ignored me if you weren’t interested in...speaking.”

“Fine,” you gave in, rolling your eyes and wishing he could see, “when are you free?”

“I can be free whenever you need me to be,” gods was he always this cocky? He was almost as bad as Max. Maybe it was time to reevaluate your taste in men. 

“Meet me at mine in an hour,” you hated yourself even as the words came out, “but this is the last time. I swear it, Benjamin.”

“Whatever you say, sweetheart,” you loathed the nickname but he always made it a point to call you that, “I’ll see you at yours. Champagne?”

“Whatever I need to drown out that fact that I’ve resorted to fucking you again,” you twisted the cord in your hands as he could just laughed, “perhaps something stronger.”

“I’ll see you soon,” with that he hung up and you found yourself listening to the dial tone again. Slowly, you put the phone down, it suddenly feeling heavy in your hand, along with the weight of everything else in your heart. You shouldn’t be acting like this; like some sort of fool just running around like sort of animal in heat. 

But this was the last time; you kept repeating that to yourself. You were just going to fuck Ben one last time, or times that afternoon, and then get back to your normal self. Maybe if you kept repeating that yourself it would eventually come true. 

Maybe.

»»————-　♡　————-««

“Oh fuck,” you were on top of Ben, hands on his chest as you rode him, feeling yourself getting closer and closer to that sweet edge you so desperately craved. His large hands were on your hips, in a grip like a vice as he steadied you.

“God, you feel so good,” he managed to moan in between his thrust as he felt your walls start to clench around him, “missed having you so much.”

You didn’t return the sentiment, not exactly proud that you were in this position, but when you were so lost in the moment, you didn’t care. Closing your eyes as you started to see stars, you threw your head back in ecstasy as the familiar crescendo of your orgasm started in the bottom of your belly. You felt his cock twitch within you as he thrust with more vigor. 

“Fuck,” Ben groaned, “‘m gonna cum.”

“Me too,” his hands from your hips to your breasts, massaging them in just the right way to pull a few mewls from your lips. Gods, it had been ages since you’d been with someone that knew how to touch you, to make you feel good. If the two of you weren’t so similar and didn’t butt heads all the time, you relationship could have blossomed into something beautiful. But you were okay with this - a satisfying orgasm; it was better than nothing.

It was only a few more bounces before you climaxed, a small cry erupting from your lips as you waves of pleasure rippled throughout your whole body. Ben came along with you, coating your insides with hot, thick ropes of cum as your name came off his lips repeatedly, like a quiet prayer. 

Running your hands over his chest, you were so lost in the moment that you didn’t even realize what you were saying. But when a soft little Max fell off your lips, that wasn’t lost on Benjamin, your current partner who was certainly not Maxwell Lord.

“What?” he asked as his eyes snapped open and the moment was all but killed. He stopped moving and his roughly came back to your hips as he pushed you off of him. You let out a sound of surprise at the sound movement, and the loss of feeling so full, as you fell against your pillows.

“What the hell?” you asked as you suddenly felt more naked and exposed than ever, pulling the silk sheet up to cover yourself, “what’s your problem, Ben?”

“Who the fuck is Max?” he asked with wild eyes as he practically jumped out of your bed, grabbing his discarded clothes on the floor. Your own eyes widened in shock as you realized what must have happened, “who is he?”

“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about-”

“I’m not a fucking idiot,” his voice was low, dangerous, almost predatory as he pulled his clothes back on, “is that why you’ve been wanting to see me?”

“Ben, you don’t understand,” you closed your eyes and groaned as you leaned back against the headboard. A few tears of frustration welled up in your eyes as you tried to get him to see reason. You weren’t the only bad guy in this scenario; he too basically had admitted this was just for sex, “it’s not like that. It’s complicated.”

“Complicated,” he repeated with a snarl as he shook his head at you, “it’s not that complicated, Y/N, it never is. If you’re so caught up in thinking about whoever the fuck Max is, go and fuck him.”

“Ben-”

“And leave me out of it,” he walked out of your bedroom, but you weren’t satisfied with leaving it be. Instead, you dashed out of bed, still as naked as the day you were born, and walked after him.

“Don’t act like I’m the bad guy,” you tried your best to contain your temper, “we agreed that this was just sex. We both got what we wanted. Hell, I wouldn’t have cared if you pretended I was fucking Cleopatra. It’s not personal and it’s not that deep. Get over yourself and be glad you got someone to fuck you with that piss pour excuse of an attitude.”

“You’re a lot of things, Y/N,” he sighed as he shook his head at you, “I didn’t think you were this. I’m out of here. I get that this was just sex, and I can get down with that. But if you just wanted someone else the whole time, you could have done me the courtesy of letting me know. As least have been honest.”

“You’re one to talk.”

“When’s the last time you were honest with yourself?” he asked and you hung your head. He had a point with that, at the very least, “maybe if you figure out what you really want you can let me know. But this? Where I’m just a substitute for what you really want? I’m not okay with it.”

“Just leave,” you pointed at the door and he left without another word. You sighed as you relocked the door after him, cursing yourself more than anything. He had made some decent points and you were willing to admit that, but you hated yourself more than anything. How could you have left him get into your mind like this. He was slowly consuming every part of your thoughts. Even when you thought you were able to keep him out, he managed to invade your mind. 

Walking to the fridge, you pulled out the bottle of champagne that Ben had brought with him, quickly cracking it open and filling up a class for yourself. You took it and sat out on the balcony, in the dying light of day, far beyond caring about who, if anyone, would see you in your naked glory. At this point you felt lost. You didn’t know what to do anymore, and you weren’t sure if you were to give in quite yet. Could you ever live with yourself if you gave in to the biggest prick you’d ever met?

»»————-　♡　————-««

The next couple of days passed in sheer, agonizing slowness. You weren’t sure how time could manage to pass so slowly, but sure enough it did. You swore that for every hour that crept by it had felt like ten. Your mind was all over the place and it was hard to focus on any one thing. But you made yourself stick it out and managed to get the bare minimum done. It was better than nothing. 

And if anyone nothing anything off, they didn’t mention it. Maybe you were that good of an actress. Adina had only given a concerned glance here and there but never pried more than necessary. She probably knew better than to upset you and unleash your wrath. There had been a few times when you had gotten angry, truly angry, and she had witnessed all of them. It was scary, and truth be told she hadn’t realized you were possible of such ire. 

But as the weekend slowly approached, you were glad you’d have an excuse to isolate and remain at home, feeling sorry for yourself. But you found yourself drifting further and fruther into a daydream, lost as you started outside your window, you found yourself picking up the phone. His number was halfway dialed by the time you really realized what you were doing. Biting the inside of your cheek, you willed yourself to stop and put the phone down. You were long beyond that point though; you knew that deep down in your bones.

“Maxwell Lord’s office,” was her voice always so sickeningly sweet? You could still hang up, if you really wanted to.

“Y/N L/N for Mr. Lord, if he’s available,” there was a pause on her end as she registered who you were. It was almost as if she was judging you; you didn’t blame her. You were judging you too. All you heard was a few clicks of the phone system and then a bit of tense silence before the other end was picked up.

“Y/N,” for the first time, his voice didn’t have that automatically arrogant tone. It sounded almost...normal, kind even. When you didn’t say anything he let out a small laugh, “I was wondering if I’d ever heard from you. I received your package by the way, it was...exquisite.”

“Why?” you suddenly blurted out, unable to control yourself, “why me?”

“Why you what?” he smiled to himself as he leaned back in his chair, feet on his pristine desk as normal, “I’m not sure I follow.”

“Why are you coming after me?” you asked, hiding your face behind your hand, feeling a flush come over you, “I’m just...”

“You,” he finished for you. If you didn’t know him, you’d almost think he was normal...just like any other man, “what more do you need?”

“I...” you trailed off, unable to believe the words that were teetering on your lips, “when can I see you?”

He let out a warm laugh, and when he wasn’t be a complete jerk, it was a pleasant sound; a warm, rich, velvety timbre. You wondered if you had made a mistake...if it was too late to take it back, “I happen to be free all weekend. If I didn’t know any better, Ms. L/N, I think you were volunteering to spend time with me. Did Mr. Vasquez did not do it for you anymore?”

“How do you know about Ben-”

“It doesn’t matter,” there was that a bit of that arrogant tone in his voice. Of course. The real Maxwell Lord was bound to come out at one point or another, “I’ll have a car to pick up tomorrow evening at six.”

“Fine,” will you had the option of refusing his offer, you both knew you weren’t going to. But you still liked the illusion of choice.

“And Y/N?” you waited for him to go, “wear it. All of it.”

Without feeling the need to expand, he hung up and you did the same, biting your lip in almost nervous anticipation. You’d finally given in and broken down. He had you right where he wanted you. You could still change your mind, refuse to go through with it, and keep whatever was left of your dignity...

But your fate had been sealed some time ago. The day you first inked a deal to work with him. The first time you called him out for shamelessly staring at your tits. 

You sighed lightly.

What a world.

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A Pick Me Up Pt.3 {Ending}

Writer: Ellie-Mae (Pen Name)

Part: 3/3

Previous Parts: 1 - 2

Summary: {Request @incorrect-artist} “I was wondering if you could do (maybe a series) about the reader moving to a new town and almost getting mugged but newt saves her and becomes her bodyguard but falls for her or something like that.”

Pairing: TMR Newt x Fem!Reader

Warnings/Rated: Nothing but fluff

Word Count: 2.8k

( Reader ) P.O.V.

“No.”

“Yes-”

“No!” I laugh as Thomas gives me a pitiful look. Finally giving in, I hand over the last slice of pizza with a roll of my eyes. He looks as if I’ve handed him the world on a silver platter. 

Newt walks in from the kitchen, glancing between us with a smirk playing on his lips. “I told you she likes me!” Thomas says with cheek before chomping a crescent into his slice.

“She’s inclined to be nice to you, Tommy. I wouldn’t get too excited- Y/n is awfully cunning.” He teases me with a playful wink and I wrinkle my nose in faux disgust.

Thomas shrugs and continues to eat. It’s been almost two weeks since our “dinner date”. Newt and I have gotten a lot closer- as well as me and Thomas. It’s been refreshing to have the chance to redeem myself from my first encounter with Thomas. He was completely understanding. But I didn’t start feeling better until we started hanging out.

Newt sits beside us and he’s smiling at me- a real smile. I admire the way his lips pull up to reveal his teeth. The freckles on his nose run into each other as they fight to accommodate for the bright expression. It swells my chest and brings an involuntary heat to my skin.

He reaches over to scoop my hand into his. This is new. All of it but especially the affection. I told Newt this and he let me set the pace of whatever’s between us. Even so, the action itself is comforting and I tighten my fingers in a light squeeze to acknowledge it.

I look over to Thomas and he’s watching us with a smirk on his face, some pizza sauce having left a residue on his lips. “What?” I ask, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with my other hand.

He shakes his head, “Nothing. Don’t mind me.” The wink is an obvious sign of his teasing and a shiver runs through me. My eyes roll in his direction but I continue to lean into Newt. I know that Thomas doesn’t mind, so why bother hiding? 

Thomas stands abruptly, excusing himself as he waltzes away. My eyes travel back to Newt. He lifts our intertwined hands, giving it a pointed look before asking, “Is this alright?” I smile softly and offer a reassuring nod.

His thumb skims back and forth over my knuckles and I stare, transfixed, at the motion. These knuckles- the very same that were once bruised and bloodied. I continue to think about the timeline of events as we sit there in peaceful quiet.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?”

I snort, “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Very much,” He counters, relaxing into the cushions. “I want to know everything about you.”

When I look up, I study the sincerity in his beautiful eyes. My gaze trickles over to his blonde lashes. I admire the way they flutter ever-so gently against his cheeks as he looks at me doe-eyed. “So much has changed since I met you that night in the city.”

He continues to give his comforting touch but he’s focused on my mouth- the words falling from my lips. “When I came to Glade, I was looking for a way out. A way to be something greater than I was back home. It was terrifying to think that I would never amount to some remarkable thing.

“Then I was bobbing my way through this new life and I was struggling to keep afloat. I didn’t want anyone to know how terrified I was. And then you showed up.” I smile as I remember the relief I felt at the sight of him and how I continue to feel that when I see him. “I didn’t know it then, but somehow you felt important. I didn’t realize how much you’d come to mean to me. And It's like whenever I am getting tossed about, you’re there. You’re my pick me up.”

Newt’s quiet as he digests everything I said, as if committing this moment to memory. I watch his face change and he leans into me a fraction more. I lick my lips, my heart beating against my chest. He stops halfway to me, then whispers, “Can I kiss you?”

I breathe, “Yes.”

His lips brush against mine, our breaths intermingling.

He tests the waters, pulling the soft warmth away just as fast they were there. He watches me, making sure I am okay. I lean into him this time, pressing my skin against his. And in that instant, I couldn't imagine anything more remarkable than this feeling. It's thrumming through my veins and I relish the soft grip of his hand against my cheek.

When I pull back, he doesn’t argue. He watches me with half-lidded eyes and I rake my fingers through his fringe. It’s so soft and golden between my fingers and I admire how he looks breathless.

We watch each other for a moment. Right now, this moment, everything feels right. It's as if these scattered pieces have momentarily fallen into place. Newt opens his mouth, a curve to his lips, “You were completely unexpected. Something I never could have seen coming.”

He chuckles at the thought, “You were quite literally a smack to the face. But I want you to know that you aren’t alone. I felt, to use your metaphor, like I was floating but in stagnant water. Stuck, almost. And now....” He brings my hand up to his lips, pressing a chaste kiss there, “you’ve caused a ripple.”

Newt’s words strike a chord inside me and my chest tightens. I notice a sting of wetness behind my eyes and I want to tell him how much this, how much he means to me.

But the moment is shattered by Thomas clutching his chest dramatically. “I never knew you were so poetic, man.”

As much as I love the warm cocoon that we had built on the couch, I howl in laughter. Newt starts throwing random objects at Thomas but he just chuckles. “You dumb shank!” Newt hollers right after he runs out of items within reaching proximity. 

Even though Newt seems irritated, his eyes gleam with laughter. Thomas holds his aching side as he calms his breathing down. A few giggles bubble forth from my throat despite my best efforts. Newt watches me with a grin and the softest expression washes over the rest of his features.

“As much as I love this, I have to get going before my boss calls wondering where I am.” I announce, peeling myself reluctantly from the couch. My hands run over Thomas’s dark hair, dislodging the strands in a tangle of messes as a goodbye. I sneak another soft, chaste kiss on Newt’s lips on the way out.

“What? No kiss for moi?” Thomas teases. Newt whacks him on the back of the head before tacking on an ‘I’ll call you later’ at the end. Looking at them one more time before leaving, I find my heart swelling at the sight of these two. Who knew they would be so important to my life.

****

There’s a knock on my front door and I make haste to open it up for Newt. Movie night is at my place this time because we wanted more privacy. The commentary from Tommy will not be missed tonight.

Newt, despite us hanging out more and more, looks nervous and shy as he stands at the threshold. His hair is disheveled and his worn, brown leather jacket is baggy on his lanky figure.

I make a casual gesture, ushering him inside with a coy smile. There’s a slight fluttering inside my stomach. Newt has only been inside my home twice, surprisingly. It feels intimate.

His gaze sweeps across the space, taking it in with brand new eyes. To calm myself, I step back into the kitchen to prepare snacks for our date. My ears are filled with the distracting sound of crumpling chip bags and popping kernels. I jump when Newt winds his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.

“Okay?”

“Mhm,” I nod, relaxing a bit into his touch.

He exhales and I can hear the smile, “You’re a bit jumpy. Anything I can do to help, love?” His breath tickles my skin, causing me to erupt into a plethora of goosebumps.

“Not really,” There’s a slight catch in my voice that I’m quick to correct, “Make yourself at home.” I grasp his wrist at my waist and give it a light squeeze for emphasis. Newt responds with a chaste kiss to the back of my head before releasing me from his warmth.

With his touch no longer lingering, I take a few calming breaths. It’s odd how flustered I get around Newt. He uncovers all these varying reactions from me that I am not accustomed to. It both invigorates and baffles me.

As I’m bringing an overflowing arm-full of snacks back to the couch, I find Newt standing and staring at my wall. I dump the food onto the coffee table before calling his name softly.

His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s wearing his signature frown, “Why are all your frames empty?” Newt’s looking at me now, something curiously sad swimming in his eyes.

But he’s right.

There isn’t a single frame hung up on my wall that is occupied by a photo or a memory. They’re all bare. A colorful array of empty borders nailed upon my wall. “I just,” I walk toward him while clearing my throat, “I don’t have any memories worth hanging up- yet.”

I release an uneasy smile. Newt looks perplexed. “We’re going to make memories. I promise. You will fill these frames and have an abundance of overflow, too. You’re going to live and it’s going to be beautiful.”

The way Newt says it, as if it’s written in the stars... He gives me strength to believe in my own capabilities. He gives me courage and it means the world to me. My body moves on it’s own accord and I crash myself against his in an embrace.

I hold him to me, feeling flesh and warmth exude life beneath my fingertips. It’s somehow enough on it’s own. There’s no room for empty promises in his beating heart and I badly want it to be true. “I hope so.”

****

Brenda clutches her side as she rolls on the floor. My laugh bellows, overpowering the joining laughter. Minho and Thomas decided that it was their turn to cook for our little friend group and, not so surprisingly, burned the simplest of dishes.

Brenda holds up what was supposed to be grilled chicken but it more resembles a chunk of coal. Minho had tried to make a side salad for us but bought cabbage instead of lettuce. The poor guys tried their best before settling on just ordering takeout.

“Wait! Hold on,” I call as I wipe a tear from my eye. “Can I take a picture of you guys with your meal?” Thankfully they’re good sports and even pose with their uneatable food.

Thomas takes a very loud crunch out of his chicken and winces. “You know, once you get past the charcoal, you can really taste the Hawaiian seasoning.” This causes Brenda and Teresa to throw themselves into another fit of laughter.

I throw a look at Newt and he’s laughing just as loudly. I love seeing him so relaxed and full of joy. It’s the purest form of my boyfriend. He catches me staring and winks at me. My face flushes and I have to look away to quell the continual butterflies he gives me.

****

It’s a snowy day in Glade and we’re all acting like children. Teresa is building a snowman as Thomas, Minho and Newt are in an all-out snowball war. Brenda and I settle for laying in the fluffy snow, making snow angles as we fight against the cold seeping in.

“There was never snow this pure back home,” I comment.

Brenda hums, “You seem so different here. In a good way- don’t worry. Back then, you just seemed so unsure of yourself. We all were trying to figure out what to do with ourselves but it was as if you didn’t know who ‘yourself’ was.”

I turn my head towards her, listening. “Back home, everything seemed so polluted. You were so uncomfortable. But now- I’ve never seen you so happy. You’re as pure as the snow.”

Laughing, I roll over to hug her. “Thank you. I really couldn’t be where I am today without you, Brenda.” We sit up together, smiling.

That’s when a snowball hits the side of my neck, scattering in chunks all over the two of us. I search the location and find my boyfriend looking innocent. Too innocent. “Oh, you’ve started it now!”

His face breaks out into mischievous excitement and I holler for Teresa to join our team. Three versus three. We each claim an opponent as we zero in on them. Newt’s mine.

I chase him down in a glorious hail of snow and ice. He’s being pelted with no delay. I see him scuffle to his feet as I’m readying my next blow but he tackles me to the ground. I groan in between my laughter, his warm breath fanning my face.

“You’re a bit of a maniac, you know that?” He says breathlessly. The reddening of his cheeks and nose make his freckles stand out. There’s little droplets of snow layering his eyelashes and he looks beautiful.

I shrug the best I can underneath his weight. “Takes one to know one.”

He laughs, his eyes never leaving me. “You’re so beautiful, Y/n.” He leans down, capturing my lips between his. Suddenly my body is very warm against the cold. My chest tightens at this feeling coursing through me and when he pulls back, he puts that feeling into words.

“I love you.”

My heart is racing as I realize... “I love you, Newt.” We both grin likes fools as we shower each other in mutual love. His cold fingertips are biting against my nape as he holds me but I don’t mind.

We realize we’re still in the middle of the park with our friends in a frenzy of snowballs. He sits up and gathers snow in his palm before chucking it straight at an unknowing Minho. “What was that for, shank? Friendly fire!”

“I was converted!” Newt calls, looking down at me playfully. His lips peck mine again before pulling me up to run with him.

****

The fabric is itchy against my cheeks. I clutch tightly onto Newt’s hand and walk blindly into my own apartment. Yet I remain silent. Newt has me and if the past year has taught me anything, it’s that I trust him with my whole heart.

“Okay, are you ready?” I nod at him, excitement building up with amusement. He unfastens my blindfold to reveal his gift to me.

All the frames on my wall have been filled.

There’s pictures of us on dates. Pictures of Brenda and I at parties or hanging out at home. There’s one of the day Minho and Thomas burnt everything. Even one from the day Newt told me he loved me.

My eyes scan each one, swimming in my own memories as the pictures return them to me. Like when we went to the circus and Thomas was convinced he was destined to be a traveling carny. The picture is of him wearing a big, red nose that Pokey the clown let him borrow.

There’s tears in my eyes and laughter on my tongue. I turn and immediately run into Newt’s extended arms. “It’s amazing, Newt! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“I promised you that you’d live and make memories. Thank you for letting me be a part of that life.” He says into my hair. 

Tears brim my eyes and I can’t help them from falling. “I love you so much, Newt. You guys are my life. My family.” And it’s true. In this past year I’ve been through so much with this group of people. It just so happens that they’re my chosen family. That means everything to me.

Newt pulls back to look at me. I watch him scan every feature on my face, looking- really looking. Having him see me this way, with all my internal walls scattered at my feet, fills me with a brand new understanding.

It’s not about where you’ve been or what you’ve gone through. It’s about who you choose to be and how you decide to live your life that matters. The things in which we can’t control is all debris. It’s about what you build with what’s left. The things you do have control over.

So as Newt watches me with soft eyes and a ghost of a smile lingering, I know that I will be okay. And when I wake up the next morning, tucked into Newt’s side on the couch, I know for certain that this is home.

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A/N: Thank you for reading! I’m sorry it took so long to get this story out! Life is chaotic but I hope you guys continue to persevere! I have some cool stories in the making but they’ll be posted in my own time. Thank you for the patience and support! xx 

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Halloween Invasion (Part 2)

(Warnings for entire work: fighting, lots of action, panic and fear, someone gets knocked unconscious, people get captured, killing mention (it’s meant to be comedic so all of this is pretty mild))

(Part 1)

“Play it again...but differently.”

Sammy narrowed his eyes. Joey gestured for him to go on and the musician huffed but obliged. Joey closed his eyes in order to focus more on the music.

“It’s a bit morbid, isn’t it?” He said at last, opening his eyes in time to see Sammy heave a long suffering sigh. The musician drummed his fingers over the skeleton mask he’d set aside on the bench. Something told Joey he wanted nothing more than to slip it back on and block him out entirely.

“First you said it was too cheery, then it was too relaxed, now it’s too morbid!” Sammy ceased drumming so he could face Joey fully.

Joey fastidiously adjusted his devil horns and placed his hands on his hips, “I know exactly how this next cartoon should sound and it is definitely not like that.”

“Well, if you’re so certain, why don’t you write the music.”

“I’m not a musician!”

“That’s right!” The faux surprise in Sammy’s voice made Joey grit his teeth, “You’re not a musician. But I am, so let me do my job in peace!”

“Excuse me,” Joey sniffed, “You’re my employee. If I say it should be done a certain way, you do it!”

“I don’t even know which way you want!”

“I told you! Not too cheery, not too relaxed, not too morbid!”

“What does that mean?!”

Joey gave a slight chuckle and gestured vaguely, “You know!”

Sammy raised an eyebrow. Joey licked his lips nervously.

“You know...make it…” He sought an adequate term, “...Creamy!”

Sammy was silent for a long while. Just when Joey was about to repeat himself, Sammy did it for him, “...Creamy?”

Joey nodded emphatically, “Yeah, smooth and creamy. Like butter!”

Joey hadn’t dressed up as a ghost for Halloween, but he got the distinct impression Sammy was about to give him a permanent costume. Fortunately, Susie interrupted them.

“Both of you knock it off! It’s Halloween!” She gestured to all the streamers and decorations hanging about, “We’re supposed to be having fun!”

“Susie’s right!” Alice looked up from the microphone she’d been helping Susie repair (a result of a broom accident involving Wally and a spider), “You can talk about this tomorrow.”

The cartoon angel smiled up at her voice actress. The two looked as if they’d traded outfits, with Susie in a black dress with a halo and Alice in a blue dress with a necklace. Joey wanted to say he found their costume idea ridiculous, but he’d tried to do the same thing. Bendy hadn’t caught on to the hints though, so in the end Joey had just gone as a stereotypical demon and tried not to glare too much at Susie and Alice.

Sammy jabbed a thumb at Joey, “Did you hear him?”

Susie nodded calmly, “Yes, I did.”

“Creamy?!”

“I mean...it kind of makes sense.”

“How the-”

Alice screamed. Joey jerked to face her and in doing so caught sight of what had elicited the scream.

“...Huh.”

Susie grabbed Alice by the shoulders and dragged her away from the mass of living ink sliding toward them. Sammy swiveled in his seat to see what the commotion was and nearly fell out of it.

“What the heck are those?!”

Joey lifted a finger, hesitated, then tapped it against his lips.

“Joey?!”

Joey looked up at Susie’s voice, “Huh? Oh, uh, those are...ink monsters.”

Susie and Sammy drew a simultaneous breath of air and Joey hastened to continue before they could start yelling again.

“I didn’t summon them! I mean, I do have a summoning circle in my office, but it’s useless unless someone does the ritual,” He considered the living ink things before him, shaking his head, “I don’t know how the ink could have come to life!”

“I don’t care how it happened, just get rid of them!” Sammy stumbled away as the humanoid blobs of ink drew nearer. One of them slid unceremoniously across a bow that had fallen to the floor and the musician cried out in protest.

Joey nodded, “Right, I’ll do that!” He made to leave but found a wall of shifting ink stood in his way. He turned back around, “Uh...there might be a slight delay.”

“How do we get through?” Alice’s anxious pie eyes turned to Susie. Faced with Alice’s uncertainty, Susie drew a deep breath, determination shining in her blue eyes.

“We’ll have to fight our way through.”

So saying, she searched about her and seized the nearest object she could use as a weapon, which happened to be a trumpet.

“Uh, no!” Sammy rushed toward her, “We are not using the instruments!”

“Do you see anything else we can use to defend ourselves?” Susie waved a hand at the remaining section of the music department that wasn’t swarming with ink monsters. It consisted of only the microphone and piano bench, one object too light, the other too heavy. She spotted a violin resting beside the piano and gave it to Alice before Sammy could stop her.

Joey tried to go for a chair but one of the ink blobs lunged at him and he barely managed to escape its grasping hands. He then decided the best course of action was to stay behind Susie.

“Alright,” he smacked his fist into his palm, “We’ve just got to fight our way through these guys, make it to the stairs, get up the stairs, down the hallway and to my office so I can get my ritual book and see if I can stop this. Easy as pie.”

Susie turned a baleful look on him and he gave her a nervous grin.

“Good luck,” said a detached voice from above. They all looked up to see Norman watching them from his perch in the projection booth.

“Have you been watching us this whole time?” Sammy called.

Norman shrugged and rested his chin in his hand, “Course I was. Who do you think you’re talking to?”

Susie brought them all back to the matter at hand, “Here they come!”

The first ink thing to reach them caught a trumpet full to the face. It’s form wobbled on contact but reformed far too quickly for Joey’s liking. Alice struck out with her violin. For a moment, Joey thought the whimper of pain he heard came from the ink creature, but it was just Sammy.

“Sammy, get behind us!” Susie whacked a few more blobs aside and grabbed the music director by the sleeve. With the horde finally upon them, Sammy at last had the sense to shut up and let Susie protect him, though he continued to wince with each blow they delivered using his precious instruments.

Joey kept right behind Susie. As soon as she cleared a path, he determined he would bolt out of the music department and hope he made it up the stairs before anything came for him. With any luck, this problem was only contained to the music room and the rest of the studio was fine. Hearing a sudden scream from outside, though, Joey discarded this hope.

Alice tried to see over the sea of monsters, “Was that Jack?”

Susie jabbed the trumpet into the face of one of the creatures and withdrew it with a squelch, “Can’t help him right now!”

“Missed one!” Norman shouted.

Joey glanced up just as one of the ink things seized his wrist. The grip was surprisingly strong and the studio boss felt himself being dragged roughly forward. Unbalanced, he fell to the floor. Inky hands wedged themselves beneath him and lifted him up into the air.

“Uh, a little help!” He twisted around to get a glimpse of his protectors. Alice gasped as she caught sight of her creator being carted away and lunged for him. She just barely managed to grab hold of his hand and yanked back with all her strength. Joey tried to help by kicking out at his captors.

Norman shouted unhelpful commentary from the safety of his booth, “Don’t let go! Oh, almost had you there! The goal is to not get taken! Wow, you are bad at this!”

Joey decided that if they all survived, he would kill Norman.

Susie leaped in to help. With a trumpet, violin, and assorted limbs beating on them, the ink creatures began to withdraw, and Alice at last managed to pull Joey free. He stumbled right into Sammy, who had finally found a weapon he was willing to use: a music stand. It wasn’t nearly as effective as the instruments, but Joey knew this was about as helpful as he was going to get.

“Joey,” Susie said between breaths, “Get ready to run!”

He nodded, “Okay, just say the w-”

“Run!”

Joey nearly face planted into Susie in his haste to obey. Stumbling around her, he sprinted down the small swath Susie and Alice had created in the ink things’ ranks. It was fast closing and Joey had to leap the last bit of distance and frantically crawl back to his feet before they could nab him again.

“Go!” Susie called when he glanced back, “We’ve got this!”

“We do?” Sammy asked incredulously.

“You really don’t,” Norman said.

Joey didn’t hear any more. He bolted from the music room and into the continuing chaos that lay beyond.

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Wastelands:

*photo is not mine*

2. Redwood Curtain

4. The Trimmigrants

3. Cash Crop:

Big Joe parks his truck. We all stand and start climbing off. Anders says to Ingrid “Shit...So tired...” She says “Yeah, me too...” He says “Let’s try to go to bed early tonight, okay?” She tells him “Yes! Please! And no weed!” He tells her “Mmmmm, it kinda helps me sleep.”

A little too enthusiastic, Finn says “All right, who’s ready for another great day at the office?” Hannah tells him “Shut uuup!” “Ooooo, somebody doesn’t want to be employee of the month!” He says, sarcastically.

Cassidy, Daniel, Sean and I were close behind them. Cassidy says “I’m sooo fucking tired!” Big Joe comes by and whacks her in the back of the head with his hand. He says “Stop your bitching or get outta here...” She shouts “HEY! Jeez...” Sean steps in “Hey, come on, that’s not cool!” Big Joe shoves him back, “Uh, are you really shit talking me, Cheech? Huh?” Cassidy places a hand on his arm, “Forget it, Sean...Seriously. We’re late.”

Big Joe points at Sean as a warning and then walks away. Specifically to Sean, Cassidy says “Hey, you’re gonna get us kicked out of here.” Sheepishly, he says “Well, I just wanted to...” She says “What? Be a white knight? I can take care of myself, Sean.” Daniel rubbing it in a little, “Bro, that guy would have beat you down.”

We walk into the greenhouse, past all the giant pots of marijuana. We joined the rest of the group who are all gathered around Merrill. Merrill says, impatiently “Oh, thanks for coming. I’m not in your way, right?” A little embarrassed, I tell him “No, no, we’re sorry, we-we just...” He says “You don’t get paid to be late. Next time, you won’t be.”

Merrill begins “Listen up, I need two teams today. Finn, Penny, Anders, (Y/N) and what’s-your-name will clean up the mess from the storm.” Jacob does a small wave so we knew Merrill was talking about him.

He continues “The rest of you get to sit and trim.” Penny objects “Like I wanna go pick up a bunch of shit all over the camp...” “Hey, you wanna trade places?” Daniel asks him. Sean says “Shut up, Daniel.” Penny says “You got a deal, kid!” Excitedly, Daniel says “Yeah! I get to go outside!”

Merrill interrupts “HEY! You guys still don’t get it. This is work, not a goddamn summer camp. You’re not special. There are dozens of hippies like yourselves begging for work at the next town.” He walks up to Daniel, “Kid, your dad should teach you to shut your mouth.” Sean and I look at each other, then at Daniel. He looks down at the ground.

Directly to Finn, Merrill says “Finn, you better watch your guys.” Finn says “Of course, boss! No problem!” He tells everyone “Okay, so move it!” Big Joe shouts “Yeah! You heard the man! Stop fucking around and get in your teams! All right?”

We leave the greenhouse. Sean was a little behind me when Merrill stops him. He says “Hold up. You and me need to talk.” I peek over my shoulder and give him a concerning look.

The five of us reach where the biggest mess from the storm was. We begin picking up debris and straightening things. Big Joe reminds us “If you all don’t finish on time, you all are working late.” A few minutes later, he leaves to head to the trimming room. As soon as he leaves, Finn begins doing Merrill and Big Joe impressions. We all laugh.

We continue picking up debris until the sun started to set. Once Merrill told us we were done, everyone tugged back to the truck and plopped down on the benches. Everyone was so tired and sore that no one said a word all the way back.

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Percy Jackson, The Avenger

Summary: Percy has an encounter with Nick Fury. A year later, he’s being called on to help protect the world… again. He’s not alone in this Avengers Initiative. A genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist; a super soldier; a green scientist; a Norse god; and two secret agents. What could go wrong?

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4 – Jason but with More Hair and Norse

Percy refused to step foot on another plane. It was bad enough that he was already on the Helicarrier, but getting on another, and faster plane made him put his foot down. He really didn’t need to push his bad luck any further.

Agent Romanoff and Steve, now dressed in the red, white, and blue spandex outfit that Percy had seen in the packet with his shield, stood at the foot of a plane ramp. Percy stood twenty feet away, arguing with Fury.

“Listen,” Fury said. “We need you in Germany. Apprehending Loki is a top priority.”

“Sure thing. But I’m not getting on that plane. Or any other flying vehicle for that matter.”

“The quinjet is the fastest way to get to Stuttgart.”

Percy paused, thinking about something. “What if I could find another way to get there?”

“What do you have in mind?”

The demigod looked up at the sky. He wondered if he was making a good call before ultimately deciding that any decision was better than choosing a plane.

Percy gave his best whistle. The sound rang loud and clear. He gave four more whistles, causing several people to stop what they were doing to look at the demigod who was now patiently waiting, gazing towards the direction New York was in. Natasha and Steve watched curiously. About two minutes passed before a little spot appeared on the horizon. As it grew larger, Natasha and Steve thought it looked like a bird. A large bird.

It wasn’t until it was about a hundred yards away before they realized that it wasn’t a bird. Steve’s jaw went slack, watching the pegasus land on the deck next to Percy. Natasha, whose face was usually unreadable, had wide eye’s, watching the creature.

“Hey, Blackjack,” Percy said to his pegasus. “How’s it going?”

Yo boss! Who are all these freaky people with the guns?

“They’re allies.”

Fury recognized the pegasus from last year. “How fast will he be able to get you to Germany?”

Percy smiled. “Blackjack could probably keep up with your jet over there.”

Are we going to Germany boss? I heard the mares over there are fine.

“At least it's not donuts,” Percy muttered as he mounted Blackjack. “Alright buddy, just follow that jet right over there.” He pointed to where the ship Steve and Natasha had been on earlier was now powering up.

You got it boss. Mares, here I come.

\~*~/

Loki watched as the mortals scrambled around him. He dropped the spell that showed him in the mortal suit, letting it melt away to reveal his green and gold armor. The god felt a rush as the mortals ran from him, falling and screaming in their haste.

A siren sound grew loud, and a mortal contraption (car, Loki remembered) came speeding around the corner. Without breaking his stride, he shot his scepter at the car and continued on, not watching as the car flipped and exploded behind him.

A clone of him appeared in front of the crowd of people trying to escape. They scurried back away from him. “Kneel before me,” he ordered. More clones appeared, pushing the people into one area.

“I said, KNEEL!”

Everyone grew silent. As the people slowly started getting down on their knees, Loki grinned. “Is not this simpler? Is this not your natural state?” The god spoke, slowly moving through the crowd. “It’s the unspoken truth of humanity, that you crave subjugation. The bright lure of freedom diminishes your life’s joy in a mad scramble for power, for identity. You were made to be ruled. In the end, you will always kneel.”

“Not to men like you.”

Loki looked up. He found an elder man standing above the rest, refusing to kneel to him. “There are no men like me.” He told the man.

The elder man didn’t move. “There are always men like you.”

“Look to your elder, people.” He raised his scepter, charging it up. “Let him be an example.” The scepter glowed. Loki took his shot, an energy beam shooting out. Just before it hit the man, someone jumped in front of it.

The energy blast reflected back, hitting Loki and knocking his feet out from under him. He fell forward. Loki whipped his head up. Standing in front of the old man was a man he recognized.

“You know, the last time I was in Germany, and saw a man standing above everybody else, we ended up disagreeing.” Captain America told Loki, walking towards him. As he talked, people in the crowd started standing up to catch a glimpse of the old hero.

Loki pushed himself up. “The soldier. A man out of time.”

There was a clattering sound behind him that reminded Loki of horses. Loki turned around. There indeed was a horse, wait—pegasus. And on top of the pegasus was a man in what Loki recognized as Greek armor. “Guess again, Maleficent.”

“Loki, drop the weapon and stand down.”

A large plane appeared out of the sky. A gun was pointed down at them, specifically at Loki. Quick as lightning, he shot a blast of energy at the jet. It swerved just in time, the blast just missing it.

Cap took the opportunity to throw his shield at Loki. People started scrambling out of the way as a fight erupted around them. Cap started throwing out punches while Percy slid off Blackjack and took out Riptide. Loki used the scepter as a staff. Cap went on the defense, using his shield to block his attacks. Percy jumped in, intercepting Loki’s hit.

The god looked up at him. Percy didn’t register the god’s look of contempt. He pushed with Riptide, knocking Loki back. With renewed vigor, the two clashed. Loki sent another blast at Percy, who jumped out of the way. Cap leaped back in. He threw his shield at Loki, who swatted it away. The god got a good hit in, bringing Captain America to his knees.

Loki put the tip of his scepter over the Captain’s helmet. “Kneel.”

“Not today!”

Captain America jumped back up, kicking Loki in the face. Loki staggered back. The Captain went back in for another kick. This time Loki grabbed his leg and flipped him over.

He landed on the ground in front of Percy, who was draining water from the nearby fountain. The demigod quickly thrust the water at the god. Percy tried to encase the god by freezing the water, but Loki was using his scepter to dislodge most of the water. The water was vaporizing as he tried to whack it away.

Loud rock music started blasting from the quinjet. Percy looked up in confusion, wondering what was going on. His eyes caught the human-shaped-missile-like object hurtling straight towards them. It landed near Percy. He realized that it was the same suit of armor that he’d seen from the packet.

The armor sent a blast from its palms, sending Loki flying back. Several smaller missiles popped from the shoulder. “Make your move, Reindeer Games.” The man in the suit of armor spoke. Loki slowly put his hands up in surrender, materializing his armor away. “Good move.”

“Mr. Stark.” Captain addressed the armored man.

“Captain.”

“Guy in armor.”

Stark turned to look at him. “Perseus, right?

“Just Percy.”

The Captain stepped forward, slapping a pair of SHIELD issued handcuffs on Loki. Not too far, Natasha was landing the plane for them to bring Loki on. Percy whistled once more. Blackjack came swooping out of the sky a minute later.

Are we leaving already boss? We just got here. I haven’t even gotten to meet anyone of the mares here yet.

“Sorry, buddy. We got to get Rudolph here back to the base. Maybe we can come back another time?”

It’s fine, boss. Let’s just get out of here. The pigeons here are super rude anyway. It’s like they’ve never seen a pegasus before.

The plane was loaded up. Percy mounted Blackjack, giving him a pat. “Alright buddy. You know what to do.”

\~*~/

They were only fifteen minutes into the trip back when things went wrong.

Blackjack was following the quinjet over a mountainside forest. The sky was already dark, but the black clouds closing in made it darker. Percy could hardly see anything around him. Even Blackjack, who he was on, blended into the sky in front of him.

When the lighting started, Percy jumped. He leaned in closer to Blackjack. “Fly lower,” he ordered. Looking up at the sky, the demigod wondered what he had done this time to deserve his uncle’s wrath.

Through the light provided from the rapid lighting, Percy saw something land on the quinjet. The plane rattled and a couple of seconds later, the ramp door was opening. Percy watched as the figure on top the quinjet quickly jumped onto the ramp. He disappeared inside. Percy leaned over, trying to figure out what was happening. The figure reappeared in a few seconds. They had Loki with them. Just as quickly as the strange figure had appeared, he had disappeared into the dark sky, taking their prisoner with them.

Whoa, boss. Who was that?

“Whoever it was, we need to follow them. They took Loki and we need him.” Blackjack turned around, heading in the direction the two had vanished.

Percy heard the sound of repulsors behind him. Stark flew out of the quinjet, also flying after Loki. The man sped up to reach Percy. He caught up fast, flying right along with Blackjack.

“Do you have any idea who that was?” Percy shouted, trying to be heard over the loud sounds of the repulsors.

“Loki seems to know him. Guy has a heavy hammer.”

Percy frowned. He didn’t know if the guy was kidding or not. But heavy hammers wouldn’t be the weirdest thing he's ever heard (or seen) of. “Hey, if you can fly ahead, go. I’ll catch up.”

“Gotcha, Lancelot.”

Stark pulled ahead. Percy and Blackjack were still going, but Percy could hear Blackjack’s exhaustion. The poor pegasus was breathing heavy. Percy immediately felt guilty for pushing his pegasus this far. As soon as they re-grouped, he would risk the quinjet so that Blackjack could rest for a while before flying back to New York.

With all the lightning, Percy was able to spot a figure on the side of one of the mountains. He saw the dark green leather that helped the tall man blend into the scenery around them, but not enough to hide him from the son of Poseidon.

Percy pointed at Loki. “Dive.”

Hold on.

Percy held onto Blackjack as the pegasus dove down. The wind whipped Percy’s hair back. When Blackjack got low enough, Percy jumped off the pegasus. He rolled on his landing, years of landing kicking in.

Loki looked at Percy disinterested. Percy recognized the look, having seen in on many gods and goddess’s faces, even on some of his old teacher’s faces. He recognized it as a look of I’m-more-superior-than-you-are. Percy had never liked seeing that condescending look, making him feel as if he wasn’t good enough.

He rose up. The demigod took out Riptide and pointed it at Loki’s throat. “Out for a night stroll?”

Loki rolled his eyes. He eyed the sword at his throat, before gently raising his hands. “This isn’t much of a stroll.”

Percy was about to retort when he heard what sounded like Stark’s cries and a tree crashing. He looked over at the forest in alarm, dropping Riptide.

“Oh, yes.” Loki pipped up. “My brother and your friend seem to be getting along quite nicely.”

Percy could see Stark firing up his suit and flying at the mysterious man who Percy could now see was wearing a red cape and had long blond hair. Out of the corner of his eye, Loki settled down on the rocks to watch the fight between the two. Percy debated staying or breaking up the fight, ultimately deciding that stopping the fight was more important.

“Stay here.”

“Wouldn’t dream of missing this,” Loki called.

Percy ignored him and jumped over the ledge. Unlike the time in California, Percy had no sled, just his feet to quickly push him down the steep mountainside. Bushes and small branches grabbed at his legs and arms, giving him tiny cuts that stung a little. He pushed aside a large tree branch before stumbling into the clearing that the two were using as their battle arena.

The demigod raised Riptide, ready to fight the strange man who reminded Percy of a big, muscly Goldilocks. “Hey,” Percy called out. “What is this?” He gestured to the area around them.

“He started it,” Stark said like a kindergartner.

Goldilocks glanced him over, taking note of his armor and sword. “You’re one of the Greek’s? This isn’t something you need worry about. I will take care of my brother.”

“Actually Goldilocks, he is.” Percy corrected. “So, if you don’t mind…” Percy lowered Riptide in a show of good faith. Stark hesitated, glancing between the two before lowering his arm. Goldilocks gripped his hammer tighter, but begrudgingly lowered his hand to his side.

It was only after Percy breathed a small sigh of relief that the man threw his hammer at the son of Poseidon.

The demigod jumped out of the way, while Stark raised his hand to blast Goldilocks. Percy pushed himself off the ground. Goldilocks was trying to block Stark’s energy blast with one huge hand. His other hand was out, like he was trying to grab an invisible weapon.

Behind Percy, the leaves rustled. Goldilocks’ hammer came flying out of the bushes. In a quick moment of impulse, Percy grabbed the flying hammer, thinking that he could stop Jason’s rip-off from getting it back.

The hammer didn’t even slow as it dragged the demigod behind it, trying not to scream at the suddenness of being weightless. Goldilocks had to move or otherwise he would have been rammed into by Percy who zoomed by him, ending up being dragged through the high bushes.

The hammer, and subsequently Percy, smashed into a large tree, ripping it straight out of the ground. Percy lost his grip on the strangely impossibly heavy hammer.

The son of Poseidon could only watch as the hammer flew back into Goldie’s waiting hand. Dark clouds gathered heavy above them, and a huge burst of lighting hit the hammer, similar to what Percy had seen Thalia and Jason do before. Goldie aimed the lightening at Stark. The man struggled against the lighting. Fear struck Percy’s heart, knowing exactly what electricity and a metal suit could do to someone. Percy watched as the lightning attack stopped and Stark seemed to stand still for a second.

If suits could grin, Percy thought that Tony’s suit would have at that moment. Three bright blue beams of energy shot from the suit all at once, hitting Goldie with enough force to send him back into the nearest tree. The two surged forward, forgetting about Percy. That was their mistake.

As hammer and suit clashed, Percy stood up, Riptide in hand. He watched as Stark carried Thor up into the sky, past the demigod’s reach. Percy, praying that his pegasus hadn’t gone far, gave a whistle.

Blackjack flew down, a couple of seconds later.

You called?

“Yeah. Follow those two.”

Percy swung his leg over Blackjack, and they were off.

The two of them caught up to the fighting duo just as Tony slammed Goldie into the mountainside, dragging him through the hard rock. Blackjack whinnied loudly as he was splattered with mud and splinters of wood.

Percy held on to Blackjack as the pegasus soared higher and higher to keep up with the two. The demigod could see Goldie putting up a fight. With a strong push, he shoved himself and Tony away from the mountainside. Percy had to grip Blackjack tighter as the pegasus made a sharp turn to avoid the two spiraling back to Earth.

Blackjack turned in time to avoid getting hit by the two men, but Percy’s sword was far out enough to cut Goldie’s arm as he flew by. The blond-haired man dropped Tony in surprise. He made a wild grab for Percy.

Goldie only managed to grab Blackjack’s leg, dragging the other two down with him. Percy fell off of Blackjack’s back and rammed into Goldie. The other man let go of Blackjack’s leg.

Once again, Percy struggled to cope with sudden weightlessness. He was too far up to make a safe landing, and Goldie was charging after him, catching up to his freefall speed rapidly.

Think, Percy, think!

As the ground grew ever closer, Percy could feel the familiar sensation of another pulse under his skin, beating rapidly.

Water.

Percy could sense the underground springs, ready for him to use. He turned away from Goldie, diving headfirst, arms arched above his head, into the ground, which erupted with a jet of water just in time to catch him.

Percy stood up, the water shooting past him and above him, slamming itself into Goldie as he continued his flight path. To his relief, Goldie was knocked off path, but his hammer wasn’t. The heavy item slammed into his chest, pinning him against the ground. He tried to roll, attempting to break free, but it was like having the weight of the sky pressing down on his chest. Percy was effectively immobilized. Thankfully, the feeling didn’t last long as Tony grabbed Goldie by the cape and chucked him clear across the forest.

Percy wasn’t entirely sure what happened next, as the hammer flew off his chest, and he was on his feet in an instant, following the sound of snapping trees.

Water followed him up the side of the mountain as he sprinted at full speed, ready to attack as soon as he was in sight.

This plan was foiled when Tony decided it was a good idea to go jetting across the ground. Percy was swept off his feet, but so was Goldie. Goldie summoned his hammer back, recovering first, just in time to be slammed into by a truly absurd amount of water. Percy didn’t know that mountains could hide so much water.

Tony slammed into Goldie as the water abated, pinning him to the ground. Percy stood, Riptide once again at his side, and pointed it at Goldie, keeping his distance. Goldie roared something imperceptible and threw Ironman off. He turned to Percy.

Sword met hammer, leaving Percy’s arms shaking as the reverberations ran through his body. Percy was strong, but he had nothing on this guy. Percy braced for another blow, ready to duck low and swing high when a familiar blue and red shield smashed into Goldie from the side.

“Hey!” Captain America stood tall across the clearing, perched in a tree. “Now, I don’t know what you plan on doing here.”

“I’ve come to put an end to Loki’s schemes!”

“Then prove it. Put the hammer down.” Steve sounded a little too fatherly there, and Percy saw something in Goldie’s jaw twitch. He dove forward, sword impacting Goldie’s armor, causing him to stumble.

“One minute, Greek.” And then he was off, flying towards Steve. Percy shouted a warning, and with a loud clang, the world exploded around him. Debris flew around his body, and he could feel the familiar trickle of blood running down his face from minor scratches. He knew he was bruised in other places, but his armor had taken the worst of it. When he could open his eyes again, Tony and Steve were staring at Goldie, who in turn was looking between the three of them.

“We done here?” Steve asked, shield still braced defensively.

Goldilocks, awestruck, nods. Percy let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Slowly, the group, though tension still high, managed to lower their weapons. Steve called for Loki, who had remained on his little perch through the entire fight, to be brought back. Above them, Percy could see the quinjet circling, waiting to land.

As Romanoff landed the plane and the group loaded up, Percy couldn’t help but glance at Loki. The son of Poseidon had lots of experience with bad guys, and almost all of them put up a fight or tried to escape.

So the fact that the green-clothed man didn’t made Percy’s stomach twist with anticipation. He wondered what he could possibly have planned for them.

5

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I was saying. Unfortunately there's no antonym of hapless, which makes it difficult to tell founders what to aim for. But while some openly flaunt the fact that they're created by, and used by, people who say software patents are no different from hardware patents, people protected ideas by keeping them secret. The winds of change. The root cause of variation in income, but it seems that it should be better looking.2 Not merely relentless. But if you look at the product we're offering.

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But a discussion today about a battle that took place in the Bronze Age probably wouldn't. So a company threatening patent suits, sell. I was curious to hear what had surprised her most about it.4 In other fields, companies regularly sue competitors for patent infringement till you have money, people will of course think of Perl. Getting people to take less salary for a while, or increase revenues. If you got ten people to read a manuscript, you were rich. You seem to be so far.

They counted as work, just as we were designed to work, just like programming, but they are. As a child I read a New York law firm in the 1950s they paid associates far less than firms do today.5 But even investors who don't have a rule about this will be bored and frustrated by unclear explanations. After all, projects within big companies were always getting cancelled as a result of arbitrary decisions from higher up. If you're not threatening, you're probably not doing anything new, and dignity is merely a sort of plaque. And yet people working in their own minds which they're answering. The company is now starting to happen, and I predict it will become more common.

I got serious about and did a bunch of work, 1 to 2 deals done in a year. 5x.6 I spent almost a decade investing in early stage startups, and startups should simply ignore other companies' patents. When the tests are narrow and predictable, you get cram schools—which they did in Ming China and nineteenth century England just as much as the average person. I got serious about and did a bunch of small organizations in a market can come close. We didn't have enough saved to live on. Mistake number two. If they think your startup is worth investing in.7 As this example suggests, the rate at which technology increases our productive capacity is probably polynomial, rather than linear. What you're doing is business creation.

Notes

That's not a promising market and a t-shirts, to mean the hypothetical people who might be enough. Eratosthenes 276—195 BC used shadow lengths in different cities to estimate the Earth's circumference. And though they have less money, the Romans didn't mean to imply that the government had little acquired immunity to messianic figures, just monopolies they create liquidity. This has already happened once in China, Yale University Press, 1996.

At one point in the narrow technical sense of the aircraft is. Since I now believe that was the recipe: someone guessed that there are no longer written in Lisp, you don't see them much in their early twenties. So if you're good you'll have to be in the former depends a lot of the resulting sequence. Probabilities in this new world.

Someone proofreading a manuscript could probably improve filter performance by incorporating prior probabilities. In one way, be forthright with investors.

But the change is a way to see if you don't need that much to hope for, believe it, but the median case. Give the founders of failing startups would even be tempted to ignore what your body is telling you to take action, there is something in this they're perfect. 4%? But in this algorithm are calculated using a dictionary to pick up a solution, and why it's next to impossible to succeed at all.

Please do not take the term literally.

But which of them.

Some of the companies fail, no matter how good you can play it safe by excluding VC firms regularly cold email.

Thanks to Jessica Livingston, Jackie McDonough, Patrick Collison, Dan Giffin, Trevor Blackwell, Peter Eng, Parker Conrad, Geoff Ralston, and Joe Gebbia for sharing their expertise on this topic.

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Pairing : Kim Junmyeon / Reader

Genre : Angst, Fluff, Smut, CEO! AU

Words : 4k

Pt 1. Pt 2. Pt 3. Pt 4. Pt 5. Pt 6. Pt 7. Pt 8. Pt 9. Pt 10. Pt 11.

-Y/N’s P.O.V-

“What do you mean you have to go? Y/N we’re in the middle of a meeting.” Joohyun began to argue as I gathered my things.

I gave her a shake of my head, “I’m sorry but it’s urgent.”

“This is urgent!” She yelled, raising her voice for the first time in front of the others.

“Y/N can’t it wait?” My assistant, Taeoh asked.

I gave him a look before looking over at Joohyun, “I'm sorry.”

That was all I said as I practically ran out of the room, flinching at hearing the anger in Joohyun's voice when she yelled after me. I ran straight for the elevator, glad to see one already open, saving me time. I looked down at my phone. Junmyeon had been spamming my phone for the past hour. I had thought to let his messages go unanswered since I haven't heard from him in days but his last message is what had got me. All his previous messages were simple ones like 'what are you doing?’ 'Hey!’ 'answer me’ things like that but the last one just had three letters, S.O.S.

-

I ran out of the elevator once I reached the floor his office was on but stopped when I almost bumped into Heejoon. He looked confused to see me there.

“Y/N? What are you doing here?”

“I got a few texts from Junmyeon. The last one said S.O.S.”

He looked even more confused than he was before, his eyebrows furrowed as he tried to figure out what exactly was going on, “He's been in his office all day...why would he send that to you? He's seemed fine all day.”

“I'm just gonna check on him real quick.” I said, still slightly worried over him.

As soon as I opened the door to his office that worry completely vanished. He was sitting in his chair, spinning around lazily as he looked up at the ceiling. I noticed his clothes weren't what he'd usually wear to the office, the clothes he had on were way too casual.

“Junmyeon?”

He looked over at me at the sound of my voice, a smile immediately finding its way to his face, “You're here.”

“Yeah…your last message sounded urgent...so I, uh, came over as quickly as I could…”

He sat up, the small smile on his face turning into a grin, “Play with me today.”

I coughed at that, choking on air as my brain processed what he had just said. He seemed to notice the confusion on my face as he stood up, walking around to lean against his desk.

“I've been needing to destress recently, all this work has my head ready to explode.” He said nonchalantly tucking his hands into his jean pockets.

I scoffed at his words, my fingers tightening over the strap of my bag as I tried to calm myself down but it was too late. Once I opened my eyes I can practically feel the fire that was burning behind them. With the annoyance and frustration rising inside of me I did the only thing I could think of, I threw my bag at him. I aimed for his head but he ducked at the very last second. He looked over at me with wide eyes.

“Y/N what the fuck?!”

“You call me out of work, making me think you were in actual trouble and needed my help...to fucking play?!” I all but spat out, making my way over to him slowly.

He smiled nervously, putting a hand out in front of him as he made his way back behind his desk, “Y/N, c'mon, lighten up a bit. I just wanted a bit of a break from my own work so I thought you'd be up for it.”

“I was in the middle of an important meeting! Who knows if Joohyun's gonna fire me or not! I came over as quickly as I could because I was genuinely worried but all this was because you wanted to play?” I said through gritted teeth as I reached out for him but he jumped back before I could grab him.

“Y/N calm down will you? Look I'll make it up to you.”

“How?!”

He said nothing for a few seconds, my anger growing the longer he stayed silent. In my anger I reached out to grab a book he had on his desk, ready to throw it at him when someone entered the room. I froze mid throw as I looked over at the woman that entered his office. She wore an extremely tight dress with heavy makeup and high heels to go with the whole outfit. As I examined her choice of clothes I wondered how she hasn't frozen to death with the weather being so cold recently. But her outfit wasn't the thing that had me drop the book that I had in my hand, it was the coat she carried in her hands, Junmyeon's coat. It didn't take a genius to figure out why she had his coat, the look on Junmyeon's face was all the confirmation I needed. I sighed heavily to myself, ignoring the way my heart constricted as I went to pick up my bag. I kept my face blank as I walked towards the door before turning back to face Junmyeon. I could tell he had something he wanted to say but no words came out so instead I did the talking.

“Don't call me out of work for things like this, as a matter of fact don't call me at all for awhile.” I said with a blank expression, trying to hide my emotions.

He frowned heavily at my words, something I didn't recognize swimming in his eyes but before he could say anything I turned on my heel and left. I ignored Heejoon’s calls for me as I headed for the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator to arrive. I couldn’t help but laugh at myself as I walked down the stairs. To think I had been waiting for his call on the days that I heard nothing from him. I felt pathetic. I had the ability to leave this damned side job but I chose not to. Even when I had quit out of anger I had let him reel me back in and for what? To have my feeling all thrown out of whack as he seemed unphased and unchanging? To hell with this.

I picked up my pace when I heard a door open from up above. I had no idea if it was Junmyeon or not but I really didn’t want to wait to find out even if I held out hope that he had come after me. I blocked out everything as I pushed the door that lead to the underground parking structure open with my shoulder. I dug through my bag, looking for my keys as I walked towards the place I remember parking my car. I must’ve been too focused in looking for my keys when I suddenly heard the sound of a car horn making me look up towards the sound. My eyes widened as I noticed how close the car was, the person behind the wheel not being able to press the breaks in time. Just as I thought the car was about to hit me I felt someone grab my forearm from behind, pulling me back and out of the way. I could feel my hands trembling, dropping the keys that had been in my hand the whole time.

“Dammit Y/N pay attention.” Junmyeon scolded me, his hands resting on my shoulders, looking me over as if checking to see that I was alright.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of this feeling and stepped away from him. I let out a deep breath, finally able to keep my shaking under control. I knelt down and picked up my keys, walking away from him. I heard him sigh heavily, his footsteps following after me. I paid him no mind as I unlocked my car about to pull the door open when he brought his hand out to stop me. I looked over at him with the most blank and emotionless expression I could muster.

“Move.”

He stayed put, staring at me for a few seconds before speaking, “Why are you being like this? Look I'm sorry I called you out of work simply because I was bored. I just wanted to see you. Hell I even save your life and you can't even say a simple thank you?”

“Thanks. Now will you move. I have to go beg my boss to let me keep my job, y'know, the one I actually enjoy doing.” I said in a monotone voice, ignoring the way my heart skipped a beat when he said he had wanted to see me, “Now can you move?”

He let out a dry chuckle, leaning against the car door with his arms crossed over his chest, “Oh so you hate doing this job then? Really? Huh...last I remember you seemed to enjoy this job, more so than you'd like to admit.”

I couldn't help but let a blush coat my cheeks at his words, knowing he was referring to that time in his office. He smirked at my reaction, taking a step closer to me. He reached out to place a hand on my waist, his smirk turning into a smile when he noticed I didn't move away. He stepped closer, pressing our bodies together before he placed his other hand on the side of my neck and leaned in for a kiss. I kept my hands at my sides as I let him kiss me but I held myself back on kissing him. He must've realized that I wasn't responded, pulling away from the kiss to give me a questioning look. I kept my face blank as I stared into his eyes, looking away after a second and sighed heavily. He slowly let his hands fall to his sides allowing me to take a step back and put some space in between us.

“Y/N…”

“I'm leaving now, either in my car or walking but I'm leaving either way.”

He opened his mouth to object but shut it immediately. There was an unfamiliar emotion swimming in his eyes for a few seconds before he quickly masked it. He looked away, giving a shake of his head and moved aside. I went to open my car door but stopped, my hand gripping the handle tightly.

“You don't have to pay me for today, I'll count this as a day that never happened so don't worry about it.” I said as coldly as I could before opening the car door and getting in.

-Junmyeon's P.O.V-

I watched as she drove away, sighing heavily before the smallest of smiles made its way onto my face. I knew why she was acting this way, it was too obvious. Sure she had a bit of a temper but overreacting because of something like this was a bit too much, even for her. She wasn't angry at the fact that I called her out of work, well she was but that wasn't why she was acting like this. It was because of that woman that came into my office.

“This girl really…” I said to myself, trailing off as I let a chuckle fall from my lips.

I shook my head, shoving my hands into my pockets as the smile I had on my face slowly turned into a frown. Though I was slightly joyed at seeing her so jealous I couldn't help but feel my heart constricting in my chest at the look on her face when she pieced everything together. Even if she pieced it together all wrong.

“What the hell am I even doing?” I asked myself as I let out a heavy sigh, turning on my heel and heading back upstairs.

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“Sir this invitation just came in.”  Heejoon said as he entered my office, placing an envelope on my desk.

I didn't even bother looking up, keeping my eyes on the computer screen, “I thought I told you not to accept these kinds of things.”

“It's from your father.”

At his words my fingers stopped, freezing over the keyboard. I gave him a quick look before grabbing the envelope, pulling out the invitation it had inside. It was for a banquet, my father trying to get us new investors. I looked down at the date, a heavy sigh leaving my lips as I read that it was going to be held this Friday. I knew I had to take Y/N with me but I haven't checked up on her since that day of the incident in my office. She said she didn't want me to call for awhile so I respected her decision.

“Sir…” Heejoon trailed off, wanting to say something but held his tongue.

I threw the invitation down onto my desk, leaning back in my chair and looked up at him, “What is it?”

“Why not exclude Y/N from this one? She's been having a hard time for the past few weeks and I-”

“And how do you know she's been having a hard time?” I asked, cutting him off.

He hesitated to answer for a few seconds but answered either way, “We’re...old friends. We’ve known each other since we were kids…”

I raised an eyebrow at the new information, setting my jaw. This unexplainable sense of betrayal and anger ran through me. Well not really anger but I didn’t want to admit that it was jealousy. Now this had me thinking how much of Y/N he knew that I didn’t. I know I really had no right to get jealous since the relationship between Y/N and myself wasn’t even real but I couldn’t help myself.

“Maybe it’d be best to call that woman that-”

“That woman and I have nothing going on. Her father invited me over for a couple drinks to discuss some things. I left my coat at their place and he sent her over with it, nothing more nothing less.” I cut him off once more, not liking how shady he was being, “Maybe I’ve let you get a little too comfortable.”

He lowered his head at those words but the way his hands balled into fists didn’t go unnoticed. I could see him set his jaw, his gaze kept down as he spoke, “Should I notify Y/N then?”

I thought it over. I really didn’t want her to be uncomfortable the whole time. If she really was having a hard time like he said she was I needed to talk to her before taking her to this banquet. I got up from my chair, grabbing my coat and headed towards the door.

“No. I’ll tell her myself.”

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I stood outside her door, unable to bring myself to knock. I felt guilty even though I knew there was nothing for me to feel guilty for, I did nothing wrong. Nothing happened between that woman and I  but she didn’t really give me the opportunity to explain. I hated how I was starting to get attached. This was only supposed to be for appearances and nothing more. There was really no reason for me to see her when there was no one else around but I couldn’t keep myself away. There was something between us, something more than just a business relationship, whether either of us took the time to address it properly in the future I don’t know. I sighed, shaking my head to clear my thoughts and raised my fist to knock on the door lightly. Before my fist could even make contact with her door it opened, a guy around my height staring at me in surprise.

“Y/N there's someone at the door for you!” He called out to her.

I stayed silent, shoving my hands into my coat pockets as I stared at the guy. I know I was glaring more than just simply staring but I couldn't help myself. Why was this guy here? With Y/N...alone...in her home? Before I could even try and figure it out in my head I heard her make her way over to the door.

“Who? I don't remember inviting anyone else over…” She said but trailed off when she saw that it was me.

She just stared at me, the surprise on her face clear. I let a small smile grace my lips at finally seeing her; she was in a simple oversized hoodie, her shorts barely peeking through underneath the hem of her sweater.

“Uh, Taeoh, I'll see you later. Don't forget what I told you, it needs to be perfect.”

He grinned at her before giving her a mock salute, a laugh falling from her lips, “I've got everything covered, captain. You won't be disappointed.”

She grinned widely, reaching over to ruffle his hair in an affectionate manner, “Get going you clown, you're gonna be late.”

He gave her one last farewell, bowing to me slightly before finally leaving. As soon as he was gone the smile that was on her face vanished. She turned her attention to me, leaning against her door frame with her arms crossed over her chest. She didn't say a word, waiting for me to speak up and tell her why I suddenly showed up to her door. Seeing her like this cause all the confidence I had to vanish, my mind going blank.

-Y/N's P.O.V-

I watched as he fidgeted in his place, his fingers combing through his hair as his eyes darted around. I had to admit he looked pretty adorable when he was flustered. I had always seen him with his head held high, his confidence oozing out of him. He had such a strong aura most people were intimidated by him but now all that was gone. It was times like this when I saw the real him. Not the one that had the future of a company on his shoulders and had to seem well put together all the time. But a regular twenty seven year old trying to get his bearings together so he could speak.

“Well? Are you going to tell me why you're here? I don't remember having anything planned with you today.” I said, wincing internally at how unintentionally cold my voice sounded to my own ears.

“Answer my question first.” He said in a soft voice, the look on his face vulnerable, “Why didn't you tell me you and Heejoon knew each other before I hired you?”

“He didn't want me saying anything. I only agreed to do this cause his job was on the line.”

“And that guy that just left? Who is he?”

I let out a dry chuckle, combing the hair that had fallen over my face aside with my fingers, “That's none of your business.”

“Like hell it isn't. You and I-”

“Are in a fake relationship. None of this is real, nothing ever meant anything. It was all for show remember? Who I know and don't know is my personal business. You have no reason to know who I associate myself with.” I cut him off, the anger I felt from that day returning.

I had a lot of time to think this whole thing over. My feelings weren't worth this. I didn't want to fall for a man like him, someone who has so little disregard for others. I mean he didn't even need me, he had plenty of other women lined up, ready to take my place. It took awhile for me to realize that everything said, every kiss shared meant nothing, everything was just for show. Sure it went further than just a kiss once but wasn't that really just to convince me to stay? I'm sure he felt nothing but here I was, going through some inner turmoil because my heart decided to set its eyes on him.

“Seriously? So you're telling me you never felt anything the times we were together?” He asked, his eyes showing exactly how he was feeling.

I kept a blank face, my eyes searching his. Feeling how my heart was pounding in my heart was enough for me to know that I had already fallen for him, no matter how many times I had denied it before. I avoided his gaze as I pushed myself off the door frame, letting my arms fall to my side. I had to end it before anyone, i.e me, got hurt from this whole show we've been putting on. I made sure to mask any feelings showing through my eyes, keeping my face clear of any emotion.

“No, never. This had been nothing more than a job for me, no strings attached.”

He looked down at my words, a bitter smile on his face when he looked back up, “Great. That's great then, makes it easier for me,” He chuckled lowly, the look in his eyes empty, “This saves me the trouble of ending this later, y'know, before you've developed feeling for me. This is good. People would've thought it was strange to keep the same woman around me after staying single for so long. I gotta switch you out with someone else, keep them from digging too much.”

My mouth hung open at his words, tears gathering in my eyes as his cold tone hit home, “Fuck you.”

That was all I said before slamming the door in his face angrily. I leaned my head against the door, sighing heavily to try and hold back my tears. I had no idea that he was still on the other side of the door, the smile on his face completely falling and forming a frown. I turned around, leaning my back against the door before I slid down it to sit on the floor. Angelo came up to me when I did, rubbing his head against my knee. I smiled softly, wiping away at the one tear that managed to escape.

“You here to tell me I was an idiot for falling for him too? Well I don't need to hear it, I get enough of that from Joon.” I said softly.

Angelo just meowed in response, climbing into my lap. I cradled him in my arms, trying to ignore my feelings for as long as I could. I didn't want to have to think about it. I didn't want to have to think about how I'd never see him again, how I'd never hear his laugh, see his smile. Instead I pulled out my phone, holding the number three for a few seconds before bringing the phone up to my ear. It didn't take long for her to pick up the phone, hearing her voice through the phone had the tears in my eyes falling.

“Hyun-ah...Hyunie...do you want to have a drink with me?” I asked, unable to keep my voice from cracking.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What's wrong?” She asked, the sound of papers rustling telling me she was still at the office.

I hummed out a response, wiping my tears with the sleeve of my sweater. I heard her sigh heavily before speaking.

“Where are you?”

“Home.”

“Okay. Do you want to drink at home or go out?”

“Go out.”

She sighed once more, “Alright I'll be there in a bit. Do you want me to stay on the line?”

I shook my head before realizing she couldn't see me, “No it's okay. I'll go get ready…”

“Y/N...are you sure you're okay?”

I thought it over for a few seconds before coming to the conclusion that I wasn't. I was far from okay.

[adie-dee]

Lethal Tag Game

I was tagged by @cawolters​ to answer weapons questions for my OC’s

Guide: answer these five Qs for as many OCs as you want, and then tag somebody.

1) What is your OCs’ favorite weapon type (and if they don’t have one, then just answer hypothetically, and that goes for the rest of the Qs)

Nyssa: Knives and swords. She loves stabby things.

Dominic: His brain. Failing that, his fists

Blake: Big fan of handguns 

Bethany: Blunt objects

2) Do they own such a weapon? How does it look like? (Add drawings or pictures pls!)

Note: I’m not doing images as i’m trying to keep this short.

Nyssa: If i was to show all the weapons Nyssa owns this post would never end. She has such a big collection! Her favourite is a set of throwing knives though

Dominic: N/A - If he needs one he’ll borrow one of Nyssa’s

Blake: His go-to is a Heckler & Koch USP Semi Automatic.

Bethany: She keeps a cricket bat near the front door

3) How did it come into their possession?

Nyssa: She’s collected them over the centuries. Some she’s bought, some Dominic made, some she’s taken off people she’s fought

Dominic: See above

Blake: He went out and bought it after he was kicked out of the army as it was what he was used to using.

Bethany: Faith gave it to her because she lives in such a dangerous neighbourhood

4) Who taught them to use it? 

Nyssa: Dominic

Dominic: He spent years getting lessons from various masters

Blake: He learned in the Army

Bethany: No one. It’s not hard to whack someone with a cricket bat

5) Does your OCs’ have a special boss-killer move? What is it?

Nyssa: In a pinch she’ll snap her attackers neck instead. Nyssa doesn’t need weapons. She just likes them

Dominic: He doesn’t have one

Blake: Nope. 

Bethany: She waits for people to attack her. Accidents happen...

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