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buckyskorpion · 5 years ago

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11 hours - part seven

Pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader

Summary: bucky is the mystery you can’t wait to solve. if you can get out of his bed long enough, that is. a biker au.

Warnings: gang-typical violence, sex scenes, alcohol mentions, probably more to come so stay tuned

A/N: hello i apologise in advance. pls dont hurt me!!! i would appreciate your feedback and your theories about where this fic is going! i hope this part isn’t too..... upsetting lmao. i wont be taking tags for this so please dont ask.

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You believed, until now, that you walked the world seeking out dark corners and underbellies other people didn’t want to touch. That’s your job. The current case you're supposed to be working on involves a man suspected of drugging his girlfriend to take nonconsensual nudes of her and sell them to his friends while she slept. You’re well aware the world is a dangerous place.

But things look different now, in a way you never could have imagined before the Lerna. Those men were dead before you could blink, and you know life is expendable and fragile and so easy to take but it’s another thing to see it taken before your eyes. It’s another thing to take it yourself. And you know, now, why Bucky would only show you parts of his life and himself because this whole truth feels like staring directly into the sun - painfully bright, to the point where it’s all you can see and all the good things are reduced to a spotty, hazy blur.

You’re sitting in your office, at your desk where you’re trying to work but you can’t get the sound of bullet casings hitting the floor and the thunk of a knife in skin out of your head. There, in the centre of your tiny office, was where you sat on Bucky’s lap and kissed him and demanded ‘no secrets.’ Too stubborn to know he was keeping them for a reason, that maybe there are things you don't want to know after all. But you can feel his skin under your fingertips and the brush of his stubble as he kissed you, a memory you can touch, and you can’t help but think it still feels worth it. At the end of it all, if it was a choice of the Lerna happening or never having Bucky at all, you know what you’d chose.

As if he can hear you, your phone buzzes with a text from him. Joey’s at 7?

It’s already 6:30. You’re grabbing your keys and leaving the fear on your desk chair as you text him back. Sounds perfect.

It really is. Joey’s is your favourite bar, and just seeing the grimy neon sign outside makes your heart feel less heavy. This, after everything, remains the same. You still feel giddy jogging down the stairs, ready for the heady bass music to push through your chest and a whiskey apple to numb the wounds. It feels like the beginning, half-nervous half-excited to go find Bucky tucked in a booth at the back, dim purple light chiseling out his cheekbones and catching bright on his sharp smile. Back then it was innocent, if a fuck buddy hook-up could be. Now that you know you would do things for Bucky you’d never do for anyone else, that you don’t think you’ll ever be able to remove his brand from your heart- well. You skip a couple more steps as you head down into Joey’s, only a few minutes late.

You don’t slow down as you enter the bar, weaving through patrons searching for a familiar face. Now that you’re here to the urge to see him, to have him in your arms, is almost unbearable. When you do find Bucky, spinning a glass between his fingers in a nervous habit you’ve noticed he has, he feels your eyes on him immediately. He stands and you crash into him, burying your hands under his leather jacket to feel the warmth of his body against your palms. Bucky hugs you back just as harshly, the force of his embrace lifting your toes off the ground. When he pulls away his runs a hand over your head, down your hair, coming to rest by the side of your neck as if to check your pulse and make sure you’re really there.

“You ok?” he asks, bright blue eyes now dark and hooded as he stares down at you.

You nod, unwilling to let go of your grip on the back of his t-shirt even as he pulls away, and say, “Am now.”

“Need to talk to you, it’s important,” Bucky says. He escapes your grip with ease, because he’s huge and strong and it’s easy to forget that when he softens for you. He sits at the booth and you slide in across him, watching as he downs the rest of the straight whiskey in his glass like its water. That bad feeling is back, like back at Steve’s tattoo shop, but you don’t want it here. You fumble for Bucky’s hand across the table, and he lets you hold it but it doesn’t stop the dread settling heavy in your gut. You squeeze his fingers tighter, just in case.

“Is everything alright?” you ask. “Are we- did the cops find out-“

“No, no,” Bucky says, shaking his head down at the table. His gaze catches on your intwined fingers, the glint of his signet rings in the dim bar light, and says, “The cops aren’t the problem.”

“But there is a problem,” you say, and now Bucky raises his eyes to look at you.

“I need to tell you something, it’s important” Bucky says, again, and the dread rises from your stomach like bile to your throat. “You have to understand this, so you can see that I’m not- that this isn’t just-“

“Bucky.” He lets out a ragged breath as you cut him off mid ramble, scrubs a hand through his hair. You hate the way your voice wobbles when you say, “You’re scaring me.”

You almost make yourself laugh as those words leave your mouth. This scares you? Bucky, frustrated and nervous and clinging to your hand like a lifeline, but when he walked over lifeless bodies he sunk bullets into with a giant rifle on his back - that was just fine.

“You know when we were at Steve’s, and we were talking about Hydra? About Rumlow? Do you remember that?” Bucky asks. He stares at you like he’s imploring you to say it for him, whatever it is he’s struggling to say, but you don’t understand.

You nod slowly and say, “Natasha said Rumlow had it out for you. You said Hydra is your biggest rival.”

“Yes, right,” Bucky says, nodding a bit manically. He’s still gripping your hand tight. “Rumlow hated me, and as far as we can tell - or Nat, I guess, she’s been looking into it - he was acting on his own, to get to me.”

“That’s good, right?” You don’t feel sure, with the way Bucky is acting and looking at you all glassy-eyed. “No big gang war, or whatever.”

“I need you to understand why Rumlow hated me, because it’s not just- it wasn’t just about him, ok?” Bucky says, and now he’s looking around the room like that night in your office. Casing the bar, looking for exits. “He’s dead, but none of this died with him.”

“What is ‘this’?” you ask, and wonder for the first time, do I want to find out?

“The first time I met Rumlow was in the hospital, a couple of days after I got back from Afghanistan,” Bucky says. “I’d been honourably discharged, my arm was all fucked up and fried from a chem bomb and I lost all sensation in it so they sent me home. I remember I was lying in the bed looking out the window, and it was snowing. I hadn’t been anywhere but a desert in so long and I was like, what do I do know? I don’t own a coat anymore. I’m a black ops sniper, that’s not exactly a transferrable skill - can’t even put it on a resume because it’s classified. My arm’s fried and ugly lookin’. I’m fucked.”

“You must’ve been so scared,” you say. Bucky meets your eyes, and you can see it haunting him in the back of them - so much heat and fire and pain left behind, so much cold and unknown and pain lying in front. Your dad has told you a similar story, when he came back from Iraq, and he had the same look in his eyes Bucky does right now.

“I was,” he says, and you squeeze his fingers. He looks towards your hands again and says, “I was, and they knew it.”

“Hydra,” you say, and you know you’re right. Bucky nods anyway.

“Rumlow came into my hospital room and told me, Hydra helps guys like me. They helped him and look - he’s got a job and money and friends and a team again. A purpose. But I said no. I’m black ops, I know shady guys when I seem ‘em and Rumlow reeked of it. Just, Hydra doesn’t like being told no.”

“They target vulnerable, traumatised vets in hospitals?” you ask, disgusted. You can taste the hate that boils up, and that ugly, angry part picturing Bucky lying in a bed so alone and afraid and imagining someone like Rumlow trying to take advantage of him like that - that ugly part says I’m glad he’s dead.

“They’re highly trained and easily moulded,” Bucky says in way of answer, and you shudder at the thought. “But seem Rumlow failed and it was my fault. He failed over and over again every time they sent him to recruit me. So he hated me, and then I started the Commandos with Steve and Sam and Nat to target them. The only way to save the next poor bastard like me from ending up with Hydra is to end them, except there ain't a cop in the city who can touch them.”

“But you can,” you say, and you know it’s stupid but your heart has never been known as terribly smart, so you add, “Bucky, that’s dangerous.”

He smiles, small but it’s there, and he rubs his thumb over your knuckles as he says, “I know, doll. I don’t know if you know this about me, but stupid’s kinda my thing.”

“Very funny,” you say, rolling your eyes at Bucky’s cheeky grin now splitting his face. As quick as it came, though, his smile dies and so does the small spark of hope that maybe this story has a happy ending.

“I’ve made Hydra my enemy and I can’t change that. I don’t want to,” Bucky says, nodding solemnly at his own words and you watch him physically turn cold, stony and distant in the space of a second. “But that means that as long as Hydra is around, they’re going to be coming after me. First Rumlow, but it won’t stop there. They’ll come and keep coming and what if, one time, I don’t get there in time? Or you don’t get to leave your phone on, or even make it to a location before they shoot you in the back of the car?”

“No,” you say. You’re not stupid, you know where this is going and just- no. Bucky is being deliberately harsh, speaking loud and unfiltered to try and make it easier to do what he’s about to do but you won’t let him. That dread turned bile has now turned into straight, acidic fire pumping through veins and it hurts.

Bucky smiles faint and sad, says, “You said it yourself - it’s dangerous no matter what.”

“That's not what I meant,” you say, shaking your head vehemently, wildly, as if you can physically shake Bucky of this stupid idea and the actual pain you’re in just entertaining this conversation. “You know that’s not what I meant, what are- you asked me to stay, Bucky. You asked me, and now you want-“

“I know, I know,” Bucky says, tugging your hand close to him now but it’s your turn to try and pull away, albeit unsuccessfully. “I know and I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, but you almost died. Do you understand that? They would have killed you, and the only reason is me.”

“That’s such bullshit,” you say, trying and failing to pull your hand free of his grip but he isn’t letting go now and the death-grip he has on you, tethering you to him even as he pushes you away, makes your eyes sting with ugly tears.

“It’s not,” Bucky says, so sad, and you just want to kiss that guilt away for him even still, even as your heart is breaking under his fist. “You will always be in danger until the day comes where I can’t protect you, and I won’t do that to you. I can’t, I can’t be the reason you get hurt.”

“You can’t protect me if you’re not around,” you say, so soft you can barely be heard over Joey’s house music but honestly, you might as well be completely alone for how little you care about the bar around you.

“The safest place for you is away from me,” Bucky says, and that makes you laugh. Humourless, fucking painfully, but you laugh and Bucky glares so dark you’re reminded of the look in his eyes when he stared down at Rumlow’s body bleeding out on the ground. Through gritted teeth he says, “You think I would do this if there was any other way?”

“There is another way,” you say, glaring right back. “There’s not being a coward about it, Bucky. You lead a dangerous life, I get it. Believe me, I fucking get it, and I chose to stay. Ok? I wanna be here anyway, so why does my choice not matter to you? Is this some stupid excuse to get rid of me?”

“Don’t say that,” Bucky all but growls, and you should be scared. He’s scary, Bucky is dangerous by his own admission but you refuse to be afraid of him. Even when he’s trying to force you to be, holding your hand too tight and dragging you around the booth so he can pin you to the seat and you both know the only way you can move is if he lets you. As if he thinks he can scare you away from him, if he can’t reason you to go.

“I don’t care how dangerous it is,” you say into his seething face, inches from yours, teeth bared in a truly terrifying snarl as he pins you to the leather in a show of strength that will leave bruises tomorrow. “I don’t wanna be away from you.”

For half a moment, you really think Bucky is going to hit you. He moves so fast, and you’ve never seen his face look like that - hurt and angry and upset and half-insane all at once. But he just presses his forehead to yours, closes his eyes and breathes you in, and for another half a moment you get to think, maybe he’ll change his mind.

“You’re all I want,” Bucky breathes, so soft and quiet you almost don’t hear him if it wasn’t said almost directly into your skin. “But that’s selfish.”

“I don’t care,” you say, like a mantra now, or a prayer. Just hoping he’ll hear you, “I don’t care, I don’t care, I don’t care.”

“You should,” Bucky says, and pulls away from you just as fast as he came in. “I won’t be the reason you end up dead.”

Bucky sits before you like a solid brick wall - unbreakable, immovable, cold and blank. His eyes are shuttered from you and you know there’s no way to get to him now. There’s nothing else you can say. If you aren’t enough for him to push past his fear and love you anyway, nothing you say is going to change his mind. Just because you know it’s true doesn’t mean it hurts any less, though, as you sit there boxed in by this menacing stranger looking at you in a way you never want to be looked at again. Like he already doesn’t know you. Like you’ve already been forgotten.

“This was always gonna happen, wasn’t it?” you ask, more to yourself than to Bucky. You laugh at his silence, the flat set of his mouth and clenched fists on his thighs. Maybe if you never went to that first party at Natasha’s house and remained at arms length, sneaking out his window and never staying the night, then maybe you could’ve had him just a little bit longer. But you didn’t, and now you’re hurt in a way you’ve never been before. Your dad never prepared you to survive a pain like this.

You slide out the other side of the booth, tripping slightly as you climb to unsteady feet. It’s hard to see through unshed tears but you don’t bother looking back at Bucky still sat in the booth. You weave through people just as fast as when you came in, but for the opposite reason now - you can’t leave behind this dim-lit bar painted with the gorey tatters of your heart fast enough.

When you emerge onto the street you know Bucky has followed you, his hulking presence palpable behind you as you stand on the sidewalk and try and calm your rapid heartbeat. You’re surprised its still beating with how much it hurts, especially when Bucky places a hand on your shoulder and cracks your heart neatly in two. He says, softly under New York traffic, “Let me drive you home. Please.”

Instead of asking why, why does he care, why does he want to, if the safest place is away from you then leave me alone, what you say is a mildly whiny, “You don’t know where I live.”

“I’ll put the address in my phone,” Bucky says, calm and low as if to placate you but you’re well past that point now. You’re crying openly on the street like a lunatic as Bucky gently takes your hand and leads you towards his bike, manhandles you onto it, clicks a helmet on over your head. It feels cruel for him to be this soft after so ruthlessly tearing you apart, but you suppose it’s better than being left alone in the street like he never cared at all.

When you pull up to your apartment building Bucky kills the engine and leans in close to you before you have a chance to jump off and run away. You think, surely he’s not about to kiss me right now and you really hate the part of you that hopes he does, but he doesn’t. He just leans in close and whispers into your helmet, “They could be watching your place, after what happened. I’m so sorry.”

You close your eyes. Bucky’s right, this will never stop, but that doesn’t mean you want to face it alone. Your whole life has been carved out for you only, but just once you thought maybe you could live it with someone else. That’s not a life for you to have, it seems, so you take a deep breath through snotty tears and nod, say, “I can handle it,” because you know you can. You’ll have to.

“I think-“ Bucky starts but falters, bites his lip blanched white before continuing, “They might leave you alone if you make it clear I’m not in your life anymore.”

“You can’t ask me to do that,” you say, and all the resolve you just gathered is shattered as instantly as you found it. You’re crying again because fuck, nothing has ever hurt like this has, from the inside where you can’t find it or heal it or stop it so it just sucks the life out of you one painful second at a time.

“You have to, honey,” Bucky says, and you want to punch him for it. The way he talks to you like he loves you, like he cares, but he can’t if he’s making you do this. Break your own heart to save his. “Scream at me, send me away. They won’t need to target you then.”

“You’re cruel,” you say, pulling away from him. You don’t want to touch him anymore, can’t stand to be this close so you trip off the bike and stumble down the street. Bucky stares after you, his own eyes teary and face screwed up in genuine pain. It could never compare to the sick feelings in your stomach as you take a deep breath and scream, “Go away, Bucky. Fucking leave me alone and never come back or I’ll fucking kill you, you hear me? Fuck off, and don’t come back.”

You can’t help the sob that rips from you, threatening to buckle your knees and break you right on the sidewalk. Bucky is looking at you like you’ve just stuck a knife in his chest but he asked you to, he keeps asking and taking and it’s always you that ends up hurt. You leave him on the street, stumble up the stairs to your apartment and sink to the floor as soon as the door clicks shut behind you. It’s dark in your apartment, nothing but streetlights outside casting shadows on furniture he never touched, but it still feels like he’s haunting you just the same.

Bucky’s bike revs to life and he tears away, the sound ripping straight through and down the street. It leaves you hollowed out, a burnt-through husk curled up on your hardwood floor. You know you’ll never hear that sound again.

****

For your entire life it’s always been you against the world. The only person you could ever trust is yourself, the only one who’s going to look out for you is you and you can’t remember a time where you didn’t think this way. Maybe it’s nature, maybe it’s nurture, but it’s how you’ve always seen the world.

However, you’re only now starting to feel what being truly alone is actually like.

Bucky’s contact lies open on your phone, but you don’t press call. You won’t. He pushed you away for your own ‘safety,’ for his own fear, and you’ll have to learn to live with his choice. Even though you still love him and always will, you can’t have him and you’ll just have to be ok with that. So you leave this contact photo up on your phone, resting on your coffee table beside your open laptop. You’ve got the input feed of the bug you planted in your dad’s kitchen open, chunky headphones on, scrolling through the audio from the past few days since you’d last seen him.

Your heart is broken by the first man you’ve ever let into your life and the only other person who knows you and who you trust, you’re currently spying on. Now, for the first time, you truly have no one left.

Focusing on work has always been an escape for you, and even when your life is in pieces around you and your heart looks no different, work still pulls through. Even if that work is your own father and the inane conversations he has with himself about the baseball teams on TV, or the calls he makes to his vet friends, or the late-night renditions of ABBA songs you remember well from your childhood. A file lies open on your coffee table with your father’s name on it and pages of notes you’ve made from nearly one hundred hours of audio recordings. You hope beyond hope that you’re just paranoid, and that this time when you go digging you don’t find anything at all.

The only thing you’ve noticed so far is your dad makes a lot of phone calls. They’re long, with a lot of names thrown around you don’t recognise as being his friends or anyone from work he’s mentioned to you before. You write them all down to look up later, but you’ve got to go meet a client so you shut everything down and collect your notes in the file. You hide them, just in case, and grab your leather jacket before you leave. You still have rent to pay. The world goes on around you despite everything being turned upside down, almost as if Bucky never happened at all.

You leave via the back of the building, to come out onto the street closest to the subway station. Usually smokers hang out around there so you aren’t surprised to see two men leaning against the wall, but you are surprised when they star following you down the alley. At this point you’re an old hand at being followed, and the petty part of you brain thinks in Bucky’s direction, see? Doesn’t matter if you’re here or not, dumbass. You sigh to yourself and plan to give them the run around once you clear the alley, but you don’t get a chance to.

From behind you hear a couple of solid thunks, a groan, a muttered curse from one of the men and then one final thunk before silence. You turn around, half afraid of who you’re going to meet once you do and half annoyed because you think you might know who it is. Sure enough, standing there in her leather jacket and a rusted metal pipe from the dumpster in her grip, is Natasha.

She blows a stray strand of hair out of her face and says, “Fancy seeing you here.”

“So he’ll break up with me but will still have me followed,” you say, folding your arms over your chest. Natasha shrugs and you mutter, “Figures.”

“I am always the first to say James is an idiot,” Natasha says, twirling the pipe like a baton in her delicate hands. She grins at you and says, “James is an idiot.”

“I’m aware,” you grit out, glaring at the red-head. “What are you doing here?”

“Making sure you don’t end up as Hydra mince-meat,” Natasha says, “What does it look like?”

“Doing whatever Bucky says even when it’s stupid,” you say. Natasha doesn’t like that, her bright grin dropping into a scowl as she steps up to you. Small, but with a clearly lethal weapon in her hands if the unconscious bodies behind her are anything to go by, she jabs the tip of the pipe into your chest and forces you a step backwards.

“James always has good intentions, even if his logic is sometimes flawed.” She drops the pipe, letting it clang to the floor between you as if to punctuate her saying, “Besides, James didn't tell me to do anything. I volunteered.”

“Why?” you ask, sneering slightly. “I think we both know you don’t trust me, or like me, and you make it very hard to like you.”

Natasha smiles at that, and you hate the face she makes every time you say something she ‘approves’ of - condescending, like she doesn’t expect you to have brain cells and is surprised every time you do. She says, very solemn despite the smile in her eyes, “I owe you.”

That makes you pause. Instantly, like you’re right back in that bar. You can see her groaning body struggling to stand after being thrown into a wall. Rumlow pointing a gun at her back, the blood-thirst emanating off him in waves. Your own hand, as if detached from your body, flinging the knife across the room into his neck before he can put a bullet in Natasha’s.

You swallow thickly, shake your head and say, “No you don’t.”

“I do,” she insists. She steps forward with her hand out, beckoning her fingers like she wants you to hand her something. You just stare at her empty palm for a few seconds before she clicks her tongue and says, “Phone.”

You hand it over without thinking, which was definitely stupid. But Natasha just types away quickly before giving it back and you see you have a new contact with her name attached entered into your phone.

“If you ever need anything,” she says, and taps your phone screen with her nail, “call me.”

It was only minutes ago you were sitting on your couch scrolling through audio from your tapped father’s kitchen thinking you’ve never been more alone in your life. Yet here you are, looking at a helping hand outstretched from the last person you expected it to come from. Your fingers shake slightly as you tuck your phone into your back pocket, and Natasha smiles at you like she understands.

“Thank you,” you say, and you hope she knows you genuinely do mean it.

Natasha nods, then says, “Get out of here, alright? I have to clean this up.”

You suppose that’s Natasha speak for ‘your welcome,’ so you leave her to it. The whole client meeting you can’t focus properly, too busy trying to decide if you feel safer or more afraid at having one of the scariest women you know watching your apartment. By the end of the day, your conclusion is that if Natasha is going to be in your life, its probably best she’s on your side rather than against it.

When you get home that afternoon there is no sign of the two guys Natasha knocked out, nor is she anywhere to be seen. You can’t help but feel watched, though, as you enter your building and climb the stairs. She’s a busy woman and you know she can’t be watching you all the time but you still feel her green eyes on the back of your neck - its not an altogether uncomfortable sensation. That’s something to unpack later, you think, as you collapse on the couch.

You try to resist, but as soon as you sit down and close your eyes the urge to forget about the case you’ve just taken on and look into your own hunches grows too strong. You get up again and fish out your dad’s file again from your hiding place, bringing it back to the couch to flip open. The list of names you’ve been compiling is at the top, scribbled in messy handwriting as you listened to your dad’s one-sided conversations. You tallied up how many times the same name had been mentioned and in what context, however it had been hard to decipher what your dad was talking about with only half the story.

You decide to go looking into the most mentioned name - more of a title, really. Somebody your dad calls Chief shows up in almost every single conversation he has over the phone, and when you were going through the audio it dredged up some strange, suppressed childhood memory. You used to hear him talking to guys downstairs when you were doing your homework, and you always thought he called them ‘chief’ as a nickname or weird, macho term of endearment like how kids in your class would call each other ‘bro’.

Maybe, he was only talking to one guy. You were going to find out.

Starting at your dad’s job, you scroll through their website and LinkedIn profiles to find any link to the name ‘Chief.’ He works as a security guard for a chain of clubs in the city so you are doubtful, and sure enough nothing really comes up to peak your interest. Your dad really only has one other major outlet to look into and that’s the VA, so you have to swallow past the dirty feeling of investigating suffering vets and start scrolling through the website for the Brooklyn VA group attached to the medical centre.

It’s all wholesome stuff and nothing of interest to your snooping at all until you get to a photo gallery from four years ago. It’s dedicated to commemorating the Brooklyn VA and New York Police Department workshop day promoting mental health for vets and servicemen. There are a bunch of photos of group activities and the lunch put on by the VA, and you spot your dad in a couple of them. You’re about to click off when you find one where your dad is posed with another vet and a very official, very dressed up cop. Nothing you haven’t seen at least forty of before in this gallery, but it’s the caption which makes you pause.

It reads, Some of the Brooklyn VA’s finest with NY Chief of Police. It has to be a coincidence, the man’s job title and nothing more. He’s tall, broad, with sandy blonde hair turning grey under his police hat. There are more medals than you can count pinned to his uniform and even in this grainy photo you can tell he would squash your dad like an ant if he gave the Chief of Police a reason to. You’ve never paid attention to this before, steering clear of cops whenever you can, but you find yourself googling him as soon as you can pull yourself away from his mile-long stare.

As soon as the NYPD profile on the Chief of Police loads, your blood turns to ice. You want to say you’re crazy, you’re crazy, you’re paranoid, but name one time your paranoia had led you wrong? Two strange coincidences don’t happen back to back, no matter how disconnected they may appear. Two worlds you never thought you would know, let alone be watching them collide, stare up at you from your computer screen. You can hear Steve’s voice like he’s sitting right next to you, saying “It is strange we haven’t heard anything from Pierce,” and right under a professional portrait of the Chief of Police is his name burning into the back of your eyelids - Alexander Pierce.

You shove your laptop onto the coffee table and stand, pacing back and forth in front of your couch. Scraping a hand through your hair and pulling half of it out of your head in the process, you try to reason your way out of connecting these dots. They’re barely dots, their echoes of dots - so your dad took a photo with the Chief of Police four years ago and he refers to someone he knows as ‘Chief’ as a nickname and Steve mentioned Pierce was someone in Hydra and the Chief of Police happened to be named Alexander Pierce. So what, right?

“Ok, ok, ok, ok,” you say to yourself, rushed and manic. You’ll just ask your dad. He’s your dad, he was never supposed to hide anything from you so why would he start now? If you just ask he might-

You don’t get to finish your thought. Three loud knocks ring through your empty apartment, your doorbell chiming impatiently straight afterwards. You stare at the door with your heart in your throat, long enough for them to ring the doorbell again and a loud, male voice to call out your full name. Someone you don’t recognise, yet they know where you live. You approach the door on silent feet and look through the peephole, reaching for the baseball bat you keep behind a pot plant as you do.

Standing outside are two men in suits, one of whom is looming at the peephole and making stupid faces while his college rolls his eyes and attempts to hold him back. Through the door, you ask, “Who is it? What department are you with?”

“I’m Special Detective James Rhodes and this is my partner, Special Detective Tony Stark,” the unimpressed cop says, elbowing his colleague out of the way who is still trying to look through the wrong side of the peephole. Holding up a badge and gesturing for his partner to do the same, Detective Rhodes says, “We’re with the FBI, ma’am.”

“Shit,” you say, before realising you said that out loud. Your hand feels numb where you grip your baseball bat tightly, and you decide in that moment you have to be dreaming. No way has the events of the past fifteen minutes taken place.

The guy who must be Detective Stark laughs and says, “Shit is right. Let us in, ma’am, we need to ask you some questions.”

You look back at the coffee table laden with copious notes on your father and your open laptop, Chief of Police Alexander Pierce’s face staring back at you. An omen, you think, but it would be even more suspicious if you asked them to wait to clean everything up. Your heart-stopping, life-changing, maybe-discovery will have to wait.

You slide off the chain and unlock your deadbolt, opening the door for the two FBI agents. They walk in without another word, and it really hits you then. It doesn’t matter what Bucky does now, if he leaves you and never comes back or if he never left at all - you’re in this, now. And now you’ll pay the price.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader fic #bucky x reader fic #bucky barnes fic #bucky fic #reader insert fic #pov fic #biker!bucky #biker!bucky au #biker au #avengers fic #marvel fic #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #11 hours #heheheheeeee

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willddheartt · 4 years ago

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24 Days | Wilbur Soot

30 days to fall in love with someone? Sounds easy right? It would be if that person wasn’t so unbelievably annoying in almost every sense.

You’re not sure how you found yourself in this situation, but you were positive there was no backing out now…

Series Warnings: Mostly fluff and angst, and a very poorly constructed enemies to lovers plot.

Word Count: 1685

Masterlist Series Masterlist

24 Days

It was Friday, you were in the middle of doing your two-hour-long stream that you did every Friday. Since you took weekends off from your own streams you did a long one every week. It worked out, you seemed to get a lot more views on Friday anyways. All the donos seemed to ask about you and Wilbur, you forced a smile to tell everyone you guys were well and that you’re very happy together. The viewers seemed to be happy with your responses and didn't catch you falter. You were on the DreamSMP cleaning up things and repairing things from any creeper explosions, as having holes in the walkways annoyed you to no end because it didn't look pleasing to the eye. Many ties you were passed by Fundy, Tubbo, and even Tommy. The in-game chat stated to be spammed by Tommy, VC 2 VC 2 VC 2 over and over again.

“Well chat, let’s see what Tommy wants,” You giggled and switched to discord. “Hello Tommy,” You smiled, wondering what type of shenanigans he was up to today, you noticed he was also streaming so you knew it was something that was going to be very entertaining to the stream. “Y/N!” He yelled “Tommy!” You yelled back, matching his energy. “How do you do?” His sudden calm tone almost made you burst into a fit of laughter. “I do well, Thomas. What are you up to tonight?” You asked, smiling to yourself when using his full name. “Well, you see, Y/N. See here’s the thing. I am out of supplies, I don’t even have iron to my name Y/N-” “Do you want me to help you get some?” You offered, cutting him off “Well, actually I was hoping you could just give me some.” “Tommy,” You laughed, “That’s- unfortunately, that not how it works my friend.” You paused, taking a sip of your water, “I am more than willing to help you go mining, I know a pretty good spot actually, but I’m not going to just give you stuff for nothing.” “C’mon Y/N you could write it off your taxes as a charity donation,” You had to give it to him, although Tommy could be annoying at times he was so effortlessly funny, you were almost certain that he didn't even have to try.

“Ah yes, hang on let me see what I have to give to Tommy’s charity fund,” You laughed, looking through your inventory, pondering for a few moments, making it look like you were going to give him half your stack of iron only our stream before clicking to the three seeds you’d picked up some time ago and throwing them at his feet. His character's head went from looking at you to the seeds, then back to you and back to the seeds again, you pulled up his stream on your other monitor so you could see his face, trying so hard to not burst out into laughter when you saw his unamused look.

Feeling bad you pulled up a donation, giving Tommy Five bucks so the text-to-speech would work, “Tommy Charity Fund.” You sent and waited for it to go through. He paused, hearing the dono tts voice, before looking back up at you in the game. “Fuck you,” He said running away. You couldn't suppress your laughter any longer and it all fell out at once, chat exploded into laughter and emotes, everyone found it hilarious.

A few seconds after you were still in the voice chat with Tommy, he had ventured off to go mining, I guess stealing from people wasn't going well. Since the last war, nobody has really been gathering supplies, taking a break from the lore to just get things done around the server. Tommy still bringing up the ‘charity fund’ you found it hilarious.

“You’re a bitch you know that,” He mumbled, you knew he was only joking, with Tommy you never took anything to heart, if he had a true problem with you, you know he would message you privately. “Tommy,” Wilbur's voice came over discord, making you jump slightly. “Hi Wilbur,” He said, sounding like a little kid when their mom gets them in trouble. “Apologize to Y/N.'' Wilbur's voice was playful, yet stern, sounding exactly like the older brother who was put in charge of his younger siblings.

After a second, you could see Tommy bow his head on his stream that was still pulled up on your other monitor. “Sorry, Y/N. You’re not a bitch.” He said “It’s okay Tommy,” You chuckled “Thank you.” Spoke Wilbur before leaving the voice chat.

You and Tommy stayed on call until his stream ended. You were left alone, talking to your chat. Without anyone else there to keep a consistent conversation you started to daze off, forgetting you were on stream, yawning and leaning forward onto your desk. Your back hurt from how long you’d been sat in front of the monitor.

Your discord made a noise again, but this time you didn’t bother tabbing out to see who had joined. “Hey, Y/N,” Wilburs soft voice came across your headphones “Will,” You smiled, sitting up “You look tired, how long have you been up?” He asked

You looked at the clock, it was only 11 PM but you could have sworn it was later. “Since one,” “AM or PM?” Will asked You looked down, “AM,” You mumbled. “You should go to bed,” He said You sighed, knowing he could break you eventually, as your eyelids were drooping shut and your eyes were burning. “Its not even that long, Wil, I’m fine.” You argued

“How long have you been streaming?” Wilbur asked “I’m almost at my five hour mark, I’m like forty-five minutes away,” “End your stream early and get ready for bed than we can chat,” His voice was soft and warm speaking over your stream, your chat exploded, loving Wilbur and you together. “But I’m so close, just a few more minutes,” You sighed, tabbing out of your game and switching the stream to a full face cam. “I’m sure they wont mind if you end a little early, you've been streaming for a while, love.” He continued, slowly wearing you down. “I can even entertain your chat for a bit while you go get ready for bed, or even make yourself a cup of tea, then when you come back, it will be close enough that you can end the stream, how does that sound?” You sighed, knowing he had won. You looked at chat and back to the timer of how long you've been on stream, “Okay.” You nodded.

“Alright Chat, I’m sorry for ending early but you heard the man. Next week will be extra long to make up for this, I promise.” You said, looking at the chat, everyone was spamming ‘goodnight’ and ‘goodbye’ “It was nice spending this fine evening with you all, but I must go now, I will see everyone Monday. Bye!” You ended stream

“Hi, Wilbur,” You smiled to yourself after ending stream “I’m going to call your number now, and you can go get ready for bed, okay?” He said “Alright, Wil,” you nodded, closing all the windows you had open on your pc.

After shutting everything off you grabbed what you needed and went to the bathroom. Wilbur called you halfway through taking your makeup off, you had eyeliner smudged all around your eyes when you answered his facetime. When his face popped up on your screen, he was wearing his glasses and a big smile, his hair was a mess and he was already in bed.

“Getting ready for bed?” He asked, as if he didn't already know. “Of course,” You shook your head, leaning closer to the mirror making sure you had all the bits of makeup taken off before washing your face with warm water Picking up your phone you held up a peace sign, making Wil laugh and attempt to take a sneaky screenshot. “Hey, no, delete that, I look terrible.” You quickly argued after hearing the noise. “You do not.” He was fast to respond. “You look refreshed, you're glowing.” you shook your head at him as you walked back to your room through the dark house.

Your roommate had already gone to bed, close to an hour ago. You were always the last person up, being an internet person with many American friends who are in a different time zone and a night owl at heart. You flopped down into your soft pillows, pulling your duvet over yourself and propping your phone up on your laptop so you could still see Wilbur and he could see you. You pulled the corner of the blanket up to hide your face.

“Don't do that, I want to see your face,” Wilbur frowned. “No you don’t,” You shook your head “Yes,” He spoke, “I do.” You moved the blanket so it wasn't all the way covering your face but it was still pulled up enough that your shoulders were covered. “You realize next week you’ll be here for your stream?” Wilbur said. “I do now,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, “I’m sorry, I didn't think of that,” “Its okay, you can stream from my computer,” He smiled. “It will surprise chat,” “Oh my god, can you imagine, they're going to go crazy,” You chuckled “They will,”

Wilbur continued to tell you about how he was truly getting excited to have you meet him in person, but his soft voice had been lulling you to sleep, your eyelids struggling to stay open and your warm bed weighing you down. Eventually you were out. Wilbur didn't notice until he asked you a question and did not respond. Your laptop screen was still shining light on you, and he saw you were asleep against the black screen, smiling at you. He snuck another screenshot, making sure the sound was off this time.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” He said sweetly before getting comfortable in bed himself and slowly drifting off.

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hanjizung · 4 years ago

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Damn the hurting head doesn't sound good :/ drink enough water and get enough sleep please, yeah?

I couldn't remember the mtl idea I had but maybe I have something similar to a mtl I can ask;

I have a friend who once donated blood before driving our little group because we went out to eat; we were all a bit worried about him maybe being too dizzy to drive a car safely and he then told us: "Right now there is still enough blood going into my brain but I can ask my gf to send me a nude and have that blood going other places, if you want to get into a car crash so desperately."

Who in Skz?

Idk if this made sense, I'm just trying to come up with something that wasn't answered by like every other smut writer here on Tumblr 😅

- 🛸

yeah its a side effect of something, ill stop taking it in like one more week, i hope.

ahjnsshjsnjka this idea!!!! thats something very funny and unique i love this! answer below ♡

Most

Minho-Jisung

Changbin-Felix

Hyunjin-Seungmin

Chan-Jeongin

Least

Minho & Jisung: I think Minho’s personality when driving would be playful. Of course he does focus on the road, but hes mostly paying attention to what they say in the car and drop an occasional comment, so when someone mentions that he should let someone else drive he stops in a red light, takes out his phone and says that, laughing when everyone in the car shouts “no!” to stop him. Thats pure minho energy, I tell you. Now, about Jisung, he's a clown and hes always joking around, he would mention asking you for nudes to laugh his ass off even before starting the car, but he wouldnt do it. He would just simply text you during red lights and say that he'd "sexting" with you just to fuck around

Changbin & Lix: Out of these two, I think Changbin would be more likely to be less ashamed of his private life, he'd fake to be annoyed and take out his phone after the nth coment of "you should let ??? drive instead or youll crash the car", the car would go silent and then he'd say "i told y/n to send me nudes, if she sends them ill crash the car" and laugh at the faces the other passangers make ajndka. felix would be the same, with the exception that hes giggling the whole time and cant mantain the lie so everyone in the car laughs and tells him he's a terrible liar.

Hyunjin-Seungmin: hyunjin would be like "im an excellent driver i wont crash the car", but the moment he starts thinking of how the blood on his head could travel somewhere else, he would get distracted from thinking of you and how beautiful you look naked. he'd have to stop the car and admit that the others were right and that he shouldnt have been driving, only to take the opportunity and tell you that he feels bad and that your nudes would cheer him up. seungmin would be similar to him, except that when his mind starts to wander he would immediately tell someone else to drive for him, giving them the keys and trying to think of puppies and kittens to keep from distracting.

Chan & Jeongin: these two... i think chan wouldnt be interested to drive from the start, knowing and being aware that he's not completely fine, but he'd still sit at the front and warn the driver from things he sees on the road. similar to jeongin, i think the first one to make a comment suggesting him to let them drive would make him think again and jeongin would give them the keys, thanking them for taking care of everyone. he'd sit at the back and would probably try to take a nap if hes too tired.

#lily answers #mtl ask #mtl kpop #mtl skz #🛸 anon #all members #mine #headcanons #me thinks #the tortoise and the queue

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mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune · 3 years ago

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One More Post To Say That I Will Post Again On November or December...and other stuff I want to say.

this will be the last post until November or December.

once again, the only reason why I had posted earlier today

was because of the two reasons...

because of that toxic-religious person.

and to show the link to save Owl House

which is this link here https://www.change.org/p/disney-don-t-cancel-the-owl-house-diversity-is-important-give-us-season-4

anyway I’m getting back to hiatus and post again in a few months.

if anyone who sees this is a fan of Owl House,

please make sure to check out the link that has to do with needing to save it and needing a Season 4.

and ya know even if Nickelodeon has a Spongebob problem...

(but it isn’t the first to have a talking sponge, the one from Chip and Dale’s Rescue Rangers that I watched on DVD...was the first talking square sponge.)

it might be better if it ends up showing Owl House instead...

I did suggest Cartoon Network, but even if it did show a great show like Steven Universe and even Steven Universe Future that I and a few other fans like.

if some rumors are true, then it might be best that Nickelodeon shows Owl House, and maybe stop doing that broken marathon of Spongebob.

once in a while Spongebob is okay, but like I said before I was at my limit and started to have some dark thoughts.

thoughts of wanting to hurt myself, I didn’t go through with it.

it’s just I was in the kitchen and saw the butter knife and I had to get away from where Spongebob was showing on TV.

I’m doing much better since that happen, but I just wish it would stop already.

you can’t really call it a marathon if it shows the same episode over and over.

and I don’t want to tell my family about those bad thoughts that started to happen because of having to put up with Spongebob.

and I doubt that those who run Nickelodeon

(who also disrespected the last wishes of Spongebob’s creator)

will even stop the show any time soon, even if it still has some good shows to watch and even if it does end up having Owl House.

which might not be likely, and it is just wishful thinking...

I can just hope it is true that FNAF has a new adoptive parent,

after the incident.

I still freaking hate the person who started it,

it’s not Scott’s fault he trusted two-face lying shisno

who tricked him into believing that she was for LGBT

but it was really just a trick to get peoples trust.

and even if I don’t really favor Trump,

and only half of my family shows favor for him.

but when people bring that whole Like or Dislike Fight of Trump or any other people who run things.........and it affects FNAF...it sucks.

and yeah there is that whole FNAF Community Vs Twitter,

but we can’t say that everyone in Twitter had a part of it,

only the ones who believed Scott did that stuff on purpose,

and he had to retire to keep his family safe and because of what those two-faced shisno caused by having some people turn on him.

even if you got your whole like or dislike of Trump or any other person who runs for power and end up lying about being for LGBT

and yeah Scott was fooled by a woman, like it showed in a Youtube Video.

and he had to choose the lesser of evils, and if he knew that his donations were going to two faced shisno, he would of possibly not let it happen.

also besides checking out the petition to save Owl House,

I still hope some check out that link too.

but please check out this video that talks about the whole incident

that has to do with FNAF’s original creator.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PmrtnEzxEzM

please actually the full video, I think if it isn’t watched fully

there can be still a chance that people can misinterpret

if they only hear the bad mistakes Scott did without meaning for it to turn out like it did in the here and now.

I’m Semi-Misanthrope, but I know that not all humans are bad.

but I just want to hope that those that were the source of what happen to Scott

that got everyone mad at him, will get karma for it.

I do have my doubts that this will be seen right away.

but I hope that some will at least check out the link

that has to do with Owl House.

I wouldn’t of had to post again for a very long while,

if it weren’t for me finding out about that Toxic-Religious Girl

and her video that I haven’t fully watched

but I will try to do so later.....

as well as me wanting to show the link to the petition for Owl House.

I still freaking hate her,

and I don't like it that people have been misgendering Raine Whispers.

I mean no matter if Raine's bio-gender is Male or Female,

they are Nonbinary and will go by They/Them.

even if I do decide to go by Feminine-Nonbinary instead of Gyno-Agender because of my being in a Chrysalis stage, I still want to go by She/Her.

not all Nonbinary will be the same, some will still go by She/Her or He/Him.

also even if that Toxic-Religious Girl has that view,

about the whole only Men and Women should be together,

she needs to understand that some Male and Females born,

will end up being Intersex and the ones who aren’t notice to be so,

will be lucky not to be notice because if they did get notice

and they are in one of those families that will have the doctor “fix” them.

that is taking away the choice, and I am still not sure if I am Intersex

even if my body does make me suspect it, even if it didn’t turn up until after I lost so much weight after the depression I was having because of what was going on at home.

if there is ever a home blood test to show a person if they are Intersex or not,

I would like to take such a test, but for now I can just be okay with the blood test

to see what blood type I am, the last successful test showed

that my blood is O RH D Negative but we are going to extra check it

to see if it comes out the same.

I don’t think it’s fair that doctors wont check what blood type you are

unless you are going to have surgery, so finding out about the whole home blood test to see what type you are, is a blessing.

so it be nice if there was another type of blood test

to see if a person who is unsure if they are Intersex or not.

if if does turn out I’m Intersex, I guess I would end up identifying

as Feminine-Nonbinary/Intersex.

there can be those who are born biologically female or male

but at the same time be intersex too.

I hope someday there will be a type of home intersex blood test

and not just the blood type home test.

it might give me some peace of mind to finally get a confirmation.

anyway I hope this will be the very last post I put on here

at least until either November or December.

until then I can just check out stuff on here and send asks

or reply to messages when I can.

if you are a fan of both Owl House and FNAF,

please make sure to check out the two links.

see ya later and stay safe.

#on hiatus #save_the_owlhouse

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prideandpen · 4 years ago

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What do you need to rekindle your lost motivation?

- Thank you to

@vitaminbtob

for suggesting it!

From left to right you have piles 1, 2, and 3. Pick whichever pile or object you feel most drawn to and below the cut you’ll find your pile. I always suggest trusting your intuition but if that’s something you struggle with then something I’ve recently heard about and I find works when I try it as well is choosing whichever pile sparks a memory. My one request is that if you pick a pile please let me know if it resonated; I appreciate the feedback as it helps motivate me to continue creating these pick a cards. If you’d like to tell me privately how it resonated with you you can either message me or just ask me to reply privately to your ask. Also if you have any suggestions for topics you’d like to see I would love to hear them!

Pile 1 Knight of Cups 5 of Cups - Reversed Acceptance of Love Hope and Happiness

You need to stop closing yourself off from support. Whatever you've lost your motivation for the answer is simple. Open yourself back up to the people who love you. Accept love. Allow yourself to have hope and be happy. Let the people who are worthwhile and have affection for you share that affection with you. Things have gone wrong for you before, I can see that. And it's okay to be hurt and scared that you'll fail or make a mistake or someone will betray you again. But you wont be able to move forward if you don’t lay those fears to rest. Whatever it is you're trying to accomplish you need a support system. Whether it's one person or many, platonic, romantic, familial, whatever. Being loved is crucial to pushing forward with your dreams and goals. Don’t think you have to go at it alone, you'll go farther if you make space for the people who want to love you and to cheer you on.

Pile 2 8 of Swords Be in Service

You are so wrapped up in your own problems and your own struggles that you've forgotten the world around you. It might not be easy to hear but other people could use your attention. And it might benefit you too. It doesn't have to be big, but go out of your way to help someone out. Serve a purpose other than your own. Hold the door open for a stranger, smile at a crying baby. Or if you are able to do so go bigger. Volunteer or donate somewhere. Helping others helps yourself. It will pull you out of your own head and back into reality. It might give you an idea, or just give you the momentum you need to get back into whatever routine you've lost. (Or maybe you just need to break free of your routine in order to remember why you're doing what you do.) For some of you this might mean dealing with problems in your family or friend group. You’re not the only one with problems, stress, and struggles. Show some compassion for the people around you. pause and listen to whats going on in their world and try to help them if you can - though sometimes a listening ear might be enough. You might find that tending to their needs helps put your problems in perspective.

Pile 3 Queen of Swords The Magician Culmination of Vision

Get some fresh air. Go for a walk, or better yet a hike! You need to get out of your natural habitat and into a more natural habitat for a moment so that you can see the truth. The truth of what you want. Where you want to be. What you want to do. Who you want to be. Why you want those things. If they're all in alignment with what you are doing then you're already on the right track, the only thing left to do is believe in your own strength and do what you have to do. But if they're not? Then this is the time to figure out the truth of what it is you want instead. And when you do know trust that you have what it takes to. Change course and go where you want. Because you do you have all the tools at your disposal. You create your own future. You just have to decide what you want that future to be

#pick a card #pick a card reading #tarot #tarot readings #oracle readings #motivation pick a card #what do you need to rekindle your motivation?#divination

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pbandjesse · 4 years ago

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I wish today wasnt over. Last I said last night this weekend is going to feel like a 30 minute lunch break and I wont feel any better and it sucks. And it doesnt help that I didnt sleep well again last night. But it wasnt a bad day. I just wasnt as productive as I wanted,and I slept in until almost 11 because I felt so crappy. I just want to feel better.

When I got up I felt a little off because it was so late in the morning. I got dressed and felt cute but my hair felt very greasy. I put dry shampoo in it and moved on. I had breakfast and worked on my knitting a little. But after an hour I just wasnt feeling it today. That was okay. I watched a video and knit and had breakfast and it was good.

I wanted to try playing around with dying leather. I used the dye that I got with Jess last week and painted my tan boots that I never wear. If anything they just look worn in now, but maybe Ill actually wear them now that they arent so bright. Well have to see as they dry more.

Around 1 I decided I would go for a drive. I said goodbye to James and headed to savers. It was a nice drive. I had a good podcast to listen to. I parked and walked the one bag of clothes to donate and got my coupon. Which I didnt end up needing because my account already had a coupon on it. Sweet.

I did have a nice time walking around. I got another birthday clown bear. It was for april (and James got me a february in the mail today too) which I thought I didnt have but I did. Aw well. I actually found two of the april ones so that would have been funny to have three.

I also got a little plant growing kit for edible flowers for James to grow. And I got a few really excellent patterned dressed Im pretty jazzed about. A long brown floral one. A short tshirt one for at home comfort. And I got this beautiful white one with embroidery that I will probably never wear but I love and couldnt help myself. Very pleased with my purchases.

After a few more circles around the store I headed out. I decided to get tacobell for lunch. I accidently hit the curb but it was okay. I checked, didnt hurt the car. I had my tacos in the parking lot. And then decided I would check the five below for squishes.

I actually ended up going to two five belows with no luck. They had the disney ones. Which are fine, but not really my thing. No micros or nothing. But that was alright. I got stickers and candy and a fluffy pair of sandal slippers that are very silly but I love. But I was very tired so it was time to go home.

I went the back way home so I didnt go on the highway. Only took a few extra minutes but it was nice to have different scenery.

When I got back here I got the mail and brought everything up. I was excited to find one of the harnesses I ordered came, along with that other birthday clown bear. And an apron I dont think I ordered? Like Ill take it but I have no idea where it came from and if it was a mistake or something. Very strange. Its a nice apron at least. One of those linen cross back ones. It will be good for camp.

I tried on all the new things and took tags off of everything. I put things away. And went to lay in the studio for a long while.

I actually had the sun set around me. And only got up when James was done work at 6.

I came to sit in the dungeon with them and they made us quesadillas. I watched James play video games for a while, watched tiktoks. They made peanutbutter cookies that still tasted like cookie dough.Which was awesome. And washed my hair. I feel very tired now and I really hope I can just sleep tonight but I dont exactly have high hopes.

I hope you sleep alright though. Tomorrow were going to go have cake at James's parents for Tucker's birthday. He gets carrot cake for his birthday cake and I love carrot cake so that will be nice. I hope the rest of the day is nice too. Goodnight everyone.

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goggles-mcgee · 5 years ago

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Requests/Prompts

Hi! I've decided to take more prompts and requests because I actually really like getting to explore them and see what you guys would like to see, and honestly they're making me happy and not stressed as much so yeah!

I will take requests for Miraculous Ladybug, Ever After High, Monster High, Maribat prompts, Incredibles, Cinderella, Heck Barbie requests because yes I have seen every movie and have theories and what not, Persona 5, and PJO/HOO!

I will write:

Shippy things for each fandom. To let you know what ships I will write here they are in order.

ML-

Luka x Marinette

Felix x Marinette

Kagami x Marinette

(Crossover) Damian Wayne x Marinette

(Crossover) Peter Parker x Marinette

Nino x Marinette

Adrien x Marinette (this includes all love square)

Nathaniel x Marinette

Adrien x Kagami

Kagami x Luka

Marc x Nathaniel

Juleka x Rose

(Crossover) Tim Drake x Marinette

Etc.

Ever After High-

Dexter x Raven

Darling x Raven

Daring x Raven

Literally any princess with the local sword lesbian Darling

Daring x Lizzy

Daring x Cerise

Etc. (Send an ask if you want a couple that's not on the list)

DC-

Poison Ivy x Harley Quinn

Monster High-

Oh my god so many just send an ask asking if I will write the couple and I'll let you know

Incredibles-

Any canon couple but will especially write Violet x Tony. Again if there's a couple you want to know if I will write for just send an ask

Cinderella-

Kit x Ella

Barbie-

Another big list just send an ask

Persona 5-

Akira/Ren x Yusuke

Akira/Ren x Ryuji

Ryuji x Ann

Ann x Shiho

Ann x Makoto

Makoto x Haru

Etc.

PJO/HOO

Any canon ship but especially Solangelo, but again send an ask if you want to see other couples!

I will write Salt, for I am a salt shaker. I will write fluff, hurt/comfort, angst with happy ending, angst, soulmate au, coffee shop au, basically any au as long as you tell me what you want. I will write redemption arcs. Family fluff or angst. Friends fluff or angst. Found family. Major Character death.

Wont write: Chloe x Marinette or Lila x Marinette, or really any ships to do with Lila. Or any ships that place the person with their bully or former bully, please respect that. Apple x Raven I'm sorry I know it's a popular ship but I see them being related and I will not do ships that have family members together. Will not write way older person x younger person, again I ask you to respect that. I will not write suicide.

Maybe write:

Other fandoms, just send an ask about it to see if I am familiar and comfortable writing for said fandom.

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kyouxa · 6 years ago

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Diabolik lovers Chaos Lineage: Ayato Sakamaki (Story 06 + CG)

In terms of the gameplay: The black choices lead up to a bad ending, the white choices lead up to a good ending. Please no reposting onto other sites, ask me before translating this into another language too! I’m an amateur translator, but I hope you do enjoy it anyway!♡

Monologue

Ayato was imprisoned in the dungeon.

The reason was, that he was too attached to my blood and could kill me.

Naturally, I’ve been kept away from Ayato-kun since that happened.

Besides, I was supposed to live in the same room as Ruki does, probably for my own safety —

end Monologue

Place: Orange mansion — Ruki’s bedroom

Yui: (Is Ayato-kun alright...)

Ruki: That depressed face. You’re still thinking about Ayato even when he's not here

Yui: Yes, of course I am

Ruki: I thought, that I understood. I thought you’d be disgusted from him since he was only using you as his toy... but that’s not it.

Yui: (Because he is my lover, I've been going through so many things with him until now)

(Even if I’d try to explain it, he wouldn’t understand.)

Ruki: Oh well, the other day, do you remember those Scarlet guys who fought against Ayato?

Yui: ...! You mean Reiji and Shu-san?

Ruki: Correct. It isn’t always the case that they come to retaliation

Besides that, Carla from Violet won’t be too mature either.

Yui: (Really... Ayato-kun's action during this time were strange, he wasn’t thinking at all)

(If this is the case, the killing will begin in earnest)

Ruki: Well then? Do you remember anything after that yesterday?

Yui: ...Huh? Remember, what exactly...

Ruki: Naturally, you still can’t remember anything about becoming king. I’m disappointed in you.

Yui: I’m sorry, I-

Ruki: It may be a trivial thing, have you ever noticed something to think about again?

Yui: Even if I said so...

(My memories are back, but what Ruki-kun wants to know isn’t a part of it)

(Yeah, maybe I can tell him something if I’d speak honestly)

Ruki-kun. I know it’s probably funny but, could you please listen to my story?

Ruki: If that’s what you want. Okay

Yui: Thanks

So... In the first place, I think the story itself about the King and traditional Eve are strange.

Ruki: ...what?

Yui: I can't remember, but we lived in a place called Kanashimachi.

Ruki-kun is the eldest son of a house called Mukami, and his brothers lived with him, there was Kou, Yuma and Azusa Mukami.

We all became really good friends... and now they are our enemy.

And the battle to become king is a memory which is fake planted into their brains!

Ruki: ...hm. Is that all you wanna say?

Yui: Huh?

Ruki: You’re good with those fictional stories. But, I don’t want to listen to them.

I don't know what prospects have been there, but let’s not talk about unnecessary things

Yui: I-I’m sorry...

(... After all, I couldn't find any solution to my problem )

(Ayato-kun, who seems to remember little by little, but what should I do with everyone else?)

Ruki: It's frustrating that we can't go ahead even though we have Eve in our hands.

Moreover, there are few hands missing here. I need more or, this will be an exhausting battle. I have to do something ...

Yui: (Huh...? I know!)

Well, if you don't have enough hands, let's release Ayato-kun!

Ruki: Do you really want to die?

Yui: ...That is...

Ruki: Fine, I’ll do it. I’ll relieve Ayato from there.

If that man won’t behave this time. If not I’ll kill him this time.

Yui: ...Yes

(As Ruki says, Ayato-kun he’s just interested in my blood)

(This is frustrating, but reality...)

Place: Orange mansion — Kitchen

Yui: It's been a long time since I got to wash the dishes

(If I’d do nothing, I’d feel empty again)

(If I’m moving a little now and then... I should be okay)

...Tableware, there are 4 people. Ayato won’t be here to eat with us

(Ayato-kun, what should I do. I don't know how I could possibly help you.)

(And, if I actually go to see, as Ruki-kun said, ー next time I’d may be sucked to death .... ...)

But, I want to see him. I can’t stop thinking about him either.

(I regained my memories already. I remember everything about Ayato and the memories we made together)

(I can’t leave him that way)

I’ll go and see him. Even if they say no, I don't want to leave Ayato-kun alone.

Kanato: Who are you talking to?

Yui: K-Kanato-kun?!

(Since when was he behind me?)

You heard... everything right?

Kanato: Correct, I listened to you while you were washing the dishes. Do you want to see Ayato that badly?

Yui: ...Yes I do

Kanato: I’ll bring you to him

Yui: Is that... a key...?

Kanato: That’s the key to the dungeon where Ayato is trapped

Yui: Why do you have it...

Kanato: I went down to the basement and just took it. It was easy to bring it up

Yui: However, Ruki-kun will be angry if he notices the key is missing...

Kanato: Right now, Ruki is reading in the Livingroom. If you go out through the window of the kitchen, he wont notice.

Since the window of the corridor is open, please go in there. Because the stairs to the basement are right behind there.

Yui: How do I get there?

Kanato: What? I think I explained it perfectly, did you not understand?

During the time we will eat, you can go and see him as you please...

If you don't want to get in trouble with me please meet me right after we finished eating

Yui: Y-Yes...

Kanato: You will find the dungeon, or are you trying to act stupid and annoy me?

Yui: No! I will try to not act stupid anymore!

(Is he really going to help me? Maybe he noticed that I am frustrated...)

(this is an opportunity I badly waited for. I’m going to see him again...!)

Thank you Kanato-kun! I’ll be on my way to Ayato-kun now.

Kanato: ...hmh. It’s finally getting interesting.

Place: Orange mansion — Dungeon

(Really, I could’ve come here without seeing anyone. I have to thank Kanato again)

Ayato: ...ugh

Yui: Ayato-kun?!

Ayato: Chichinashi... why are you here...

Yui: I came to see you, Ayato-kun. More than that, the wound... !

(It got even worse since the last time I saw it... !)

Step aside. I’m opening the gate!

Yui: Such injuries...

Ayato: Shut up. Those are just little scratches...

Yui: That’s a lie. You’re still losing blood...

(Hey... wait. It was dim and I didn't notice, but the floor, the walls...)

W-Why is here so much splashed blood...

Ayato: I don’t know.

Yui: Did you go wild? That’s why the open wound got even worse...

Choices

1) — it’s not good (black)

2) — painless (white) ♡ ♡ ♡

— it’s not good

It’s not good! If it isn’t fixed, it will be too late!?

Ayato: My body is stronger then you think it is.

Yui: but... I’m worried about you

Why did you go wild with this kind of pain..?

— painless ♡

Painless? I'm sorry I would have taken the first aid kit with me...

Ayato: Tch... I'm strong enough to worry about it

Yui: But I don't want to see that kind of tough Ayato-kun...

Why did you go wild with this kind of pain...?

end Choices

Ayato: Why you ask? Because I wanna get out of here.

In a state of being deprived of such freedom...I'm convinced!

Yui: Ah! Stop hitting the wall! It would open your hand wounds again!

Ayato: Shut up! Don’t order me around!

Besides, it's noon that you've come to jail, is there any reason for that?

Hungry, hungry. Donate your blood until my thirst is over!

Yui: Wait...!

(My wrist gets gripped like this... it hurts...)

(But... he's actually shy. Ayato-kun changed a little)

Alright... suck as much as you want.

Ayato: ...huh?

Yui: It would’ve been better if I had stopped Ayato-kun at that time, I was able to prevent all of this

Even though I knew you wanted to be the best Ayato-kun...

If you are told to fight and become king...

I should have understood that no one could beat you, I thought it would be ...

Ayato: what’s wrong with you? Are you really going to forgive me for what I did...

Mostly, I like to say I knew it!

Yui: I’m sorry. I... know that

I'm sure I know more about Ayato-kun then he knows about himself

Ayato: Huh? What does that mean

Yui: (Ayato-kun's reason for being the best are the memories of his childhood)

(He tried so hard to make his mother proud and yet he was not able to—)

Ayato-kun get over it...

Ayato: ...ugh, what do you mean. Just a few minutes ago-

Yui: You don’t need understand. But let me tell you,

Ayato-kun will always be the best for me.

Ayato: ...always...?

Yui: Selfish, wild... clumsy. But also, delicate and gentle...

among that, the best can’t be any other man then Ayato.

Even if your memories are wrong, this time will always be the most important for me, even if you forgot it

Ayato: ...You’re... an Idiot

You came to meet the guy who had encountered you so badly, and more important... you’re not afraid at all?

Yui: Yes, it may be funny. Even so, I want to be the power of Ayato.

I don’t want you to suffer anymore. Please, drink my blood.

Ayato: What are you saying...

Fuck... If you really want me to

♡Roses♡

Ayato's mouth: Your thighs... they really are soft. Do you like the feelings of my fangs piercing your skin?

Yui's leg: What are you acting so embarrassing about? Ah, I understand. You think I might look down, on your panties maybe?

Ayato: ...if you want to satisfy me, let me suck from your thighs, that place seems perfect.

...Hmmm... Hmmm...!

Yui: Ah... wait... !

(He really is... rough. Hm, I’m... ahh)

Ayato: Heh... are you thinking about running away? Let me hear your voice coming out louder then...

I won’t give up so easily... ! ...Ahhh... Hmmm...

Yui: ...Ayato... kun... !

I won’t run away... I’d never leave...

Ayato: ... Are you serious

Yui: Yes... ah! Whatever happens, I’ll be with you...

Ayato: I see...

Yui: (...hm?)

(Now... in that moment, did I see a smile?)

Ayato: *sucks blood*

Yui: (Ah, he became... more gentle?)

(Right now... I am so happy... I can’t tell)

Ayato: Something’s... wrong... the taste, changed...

Yui: Huh...?

Ayato: This taste, could be my favorite. It’s amazing, I really like it...

Even though I was thirsty for a long time, I was so afraid of...

Ayato: ugh... that, dazzling again...

Yui: A-Ayato-kun...?

Ayato: I’m sorry... my head just started to hurt again...

Ayato: Ugh...

Yui: Are you okay Ayato-kun...

What... should I do, can I help you...

Ayato: Hm... ? Why is my head hurting so much...

Yui: Hm... are you okay Ayato-kun...

Ayato: I’m going to be okay... but—

How am I supposed to stop this—

Ayato: ... ugh...?!

Yui: Ayato-kun?!

Ayato: Right now... what was that? I saw someone’s room... it’s familiar...

Just Why? Where? Why am I remembering such a thing...

Yui: (Maybe... is he talking about my room?)

Ayato: Tch, what is it! It makes no sense!

Oi, tell me! We met before right? Where and how did we met?

I need answers, I feel so helpless! Describe it!

Yui: I uhm... uhhh...

We met for the first time when I was removed from the church —

Ayato: I know that! I remember something!

At that time... I was sleeping in the livingroom, when you came in our mansion.

I might remember something more then just that...

Yui: Oh...

Ayato: You were sent to our mansion, because you should’ve become the bride. I remember it...

You need to tell me more... I need to remember...

Yui: (He’s remembering and believing in my words. Nobody believed me until now)

(What should I say so he remembers — I...I...!)

Our home... the sakamaki mansion

Ayato-kun was living there at this place when we first met

We said that we loved each other in that mansion —

Ayato: ... Sakamaki...

*Ayato’s memories break*

Ayato: ugh... hm... !

Yui: Ah, Ayato-kun...?!

(What to do, would it be better if I didn’t say that after all? He was just suffering awhile ago... !)

Ayato: ... I’m so sorry... You worried so much...

Yui: Ah!

Ayato: You really... are a special person to me, yet you worried everyday like an idiot...

Thanks to you, I got everything back... all my memories... are back

Yui: You mean it...

Ayato: ...ugh...

Yui: Ayato-kun!

(Was he so surprised? Did he really collapse?!)

What’s wrong, Ayato-kun!

Ayato: ....zzzz....

Yui: Huh? He’s sleeping...?

(That’s good. Remembering everything probably made him very tired...)

(I’m still worried. I want him to sleep in a proper bed)

Kanato: What is going on here

Yui: K-Kanato-kun?!

(Ah, are they done with eating? I didn’t notice how much time passed at all...)

Kanato: It's already late, it's almost time for Shin to come to see you again

Are you trying to waste my kindness and laugh at me? You aren’t, right?

Yui: Well, that's not true. I am really grateful!

Ah... yes, Kanato-kun we should leave!

He will be fine sleeping on the ground like that right?

Kanato: You mean Ayato? You should go to bed and come back if you woke up.

Yui: Yes, that’s...

Kanato: Vampires recover faster then any human. You really are an idiot for not remembering that

Now hurry up, what would happen if Shin would figure out you and Ayato met?

Yui: (Ah, I should hurry!)

Kanato: Now, let’s leave already

Yui: ...Y-Yea

(We’ll leave him here...)

(Ayato-kun... I will come to see you again)

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hearthandgnome · 5 years ago

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Warning, long post. TL/DR at bottom.

Okay so I've got a real hot take about the primaries.

And I'm just gonna stress this now. This is by no means fact checkable and is closer to a conspiracy theory than like, an actual reality we need to worry about. So please don't come at me for spreading false news. This isn't news. Its just a theory.

But I high key think our elections have been rigged again.

In short: my theory is that the obscene number of people that were running for the primaries who have since dropped out, never ACTUALLY wanted to run. They were just there to collect and hand over votes to Biden.

And I know that sounds nuts but let me walk you through my thought process here.

1- Not a single person I've spoken to or heard of, either in person or online, has said they wanted to vote for Biden. He was literally no ones first choice. Even the more conservative centrist end of people were saying Bloomberg before Biden.

2- a common joke amongst late night hosts has been just how ridiculous it was that sooooooo many people were running and how no one was willing to back down or quit, even when they had no chance.

3- Beyond just your pride, which will hurt either way, dropping out after voting has already started makes no sense. Spending all the time, money, and resources, on a presidential campaign for months if not years, just to drop out in the first week of the primaries makes no sense. At that point it's not like you can get your money back. So why drop out at that point?

Dropping out just before, when you see your polling low, makes sense. Cause it means not splitting the vote. But after? That means people that already voted for you don't really get the chance to vote their second choice. Their votes are basically just given to whoever you endorse.

Which brings me to

4- Pretty much every candidate who has dropped out after voting began has given their delegates to Biden. Like, even the ones who had basically nothing in common with his campaign. Even the ones who said they hated him the whole time they were "against" each other. And even the ones who claimed to be more progressive and aligned with Bernie when discussing their views and plans.

And I know I'm not the only one who has noticed this cause I've seen the memes, as well as the serious posts, all talking about how ridiculous it is for the media to claim Warrens delegates should go to Biden "cause he was the 2nd choice for most of her voters". Like no. He wasn't. She was Bernie's direct competition. They had incredibly similar campaigns. Warren and Biden had NOTHING in common policy wise.

5- The web domain for Bernie sanders currently redirects you to a donation page for Biden. Like You click the link thinking its for Bernie, and the only way to figure out your actually donating to Biden instead is to scroll up first or see it after you've already donated.

These above factors, mixed with a variety of other little things that just don't add up, have me pretty convinced there's something shady going on.

And the most probable cause in my opinion is a rigged election.

I know that seems like it would be hard to do. But honestly its pretty simple.

Copious choice splits the vote. Which makes it easier for them. So that was step one.

Then step two. Misleading voters into thinking these planted candidates are more progressive, which seeds false security by making them think they will endorse Bernie or another progressive candidate if they do drop out.

Step three is collect votes and delegates early on then drop out and give them to Biden. All of a sudden Biden has all the delegates and is somehow winning despite a huge portion of that being votes he didn't actually earn himself.

Step four will be people giving up and letting him win the primaries. They are literally already trying to end the primaries early and hand the win to Biden as I type this up.

And honestly.

I don't think step 5 will even be giving Biden the presidency. I don't think he's involved at all actually. I wholeheartedly think it'll be giving it to trump.

I think rigging the primaries in favor of Biden is jist phase one in a two part plan to get Trump re elected. And here's why:

1- Our last elections were hacked by the russians in trumps favor and there was literally 0 backlash for that for either of them.

2- Trump and his team just learned that they literally can get away with anything including trying to rig elections. He literally was impeached for this and got away with it. Soooo why shouldn't he do it if he knows its allowed for him?

3- There's no real know incentives for anyone with the ability to rig elections to rig them in the dems favor. The agenda of rigging elections is gaining power and money and it can only be done if you have some of that already. And who do the rich powerful people want to be in charge? Not Biden. And for SURE not Bernie.

4- Speaking of the impeachment trial.

Remember way back when the whole impeachment case story broke? Remember people making jokes about the fact that trump chose Biden of all people to get dirt on? Remember people thinking it was ridiculous cause there was no way he was gonna win the primaries?

Well. This is adding an extra layer of conspiracy to this conspiracy theory. But what if the plan to rig the election was already being formed back then?

What if Trump knew that Biden would eventually be the one running against him because he knew it would be rigged as such?

And I know your wondering why they would want Biden to be the one against trump as opposed to any of the other guys.

Well. Have y'all read the responses to the primaries so far? Everyone hates Biden. Like yeah we hate trump more. But I've already seen posts of people saying voting for Biden would be "just as bad".

I'm seeing people lose hope in Bernie winning or their voices being heard. And I'm seeing in fighting amongst people who are mad their first choice didn't win. All of this means potentially low voter turn out.

Especially amount younger more progressive voters who have taken a "Bernie or Bust" mentality.

And we know what happened when we take that stance. Cause its the same one that happened last time.

I know Hillary wasn't a perfect person or candidate either. And I too would have preferred Bernie in the last election.

But all that: "she's just as bad" "my votes don't count anyway" "id rather vote 3rd party than her" "Bernie or Bust"

All that.

Is how he won last time.

So all I'm saying is. Them rigging primaries in favor of a candidate they know most of the democratic voter base actually hates, makes it a lot easier to secure trump gets re-elected.

And the people potentially being pissed that Bernie lost primaries twice in a row wont help.

Even if my whole crazy theory is wrong. Even if their is no real evil plot being done here. That last point still stands.

If by some bizarre twist of fate. Biden wins the primaries. Be it honestly or by stealing delegates from the drop outs. He's still better than Trump.

Be prepared for that other shoe to drop.

Be prepared for the memes and social discourse trying to convince you not to vote or to throw away your vote on a 3rd party.

Be prepared for what ever dirt trump was trying to get on him to be released.

And know that he will STILL no matter what. Be better than Trump.

And in case I am right. And we are in the middle of an attempted coup.

Then this next part becomes twice as important.

If you live in a state that hasn't voted yet. PLEASE show up for Bernie.

I hate telling people how to vote. But mathematically speaking the only possible outcomes at this stage are Biden or Bernie. So for the love of god stop wasting votes on the other guys. Its almost as bad as voting third party for the actual election.

Plus if I'm right there's a 50/50 chance of those underdog votes being party of the conspiracy and going to Biden in the end.

If Biden really is your 2nd choice then fine. This doesn't apply to you.

But if you hate Biden and you prefer the more progressive stances, and your hoping for someone similar to Bernie, then just fucking vote Bernie.

Cause we learned from Warren that we cant trust ANYONE to give their endorsement to Bernie when they drop out.

So vote Bernie.

And if y'all don't, and we end of with Biden. I don't wanna hear any complaints.

If we get Biden then we gotta vote Biden. End of story.

Cause if Trumps re elected its game over.

He's already talking about extending his term limits or straight up erasing them. He wants to be a dictator and he's WELL on his way to achieving that.

He's proven above the law. And when the system fails the only hope left is the people.

Its 100% on us to make sure trump dosnt win. Its 100% on us to stay vigilant and not fall for the BS designed to turn things in his favor. It's 100% on us to show up, speak up, and carry a big ass stick of democracy.

Sorry for the long ass post. But I've been getting more and more suspicious/nervous by the day.

TL/DR: The primaries may or may not be rigged in Biden's favor. And that might be part of an even bigger plot to get Trump reelected. Don't waste your vote on 3rd party or underdogs. Please fucking don't inadvertently hand the election to trump.

And remember that I'm not a news source. Just a concerned citizen who worries too much and is hoping to inform/ warn people about a possible threat to our democracy.

#primaries #Bernie #conspiracy #your vote matters #vote democrat #vote them out

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xxsovereignsarayaxx · 6 years ago

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Elizabeth Mikealson - What If? (Chapter 2)

Authors Note: Dedicated to my wife and best friend! @evilispretty-deadevilispretty-dead who helped me write this chapter! Love you darling! <3 Check out my other works or continue the story here. Word Count: 3020 Warnings: Implied sex. (Make sure to wrap it before you tap it kiddo’s. Vampires can’t procreate but we lil humans can.)

After the long and passionate kiss Elijah checks me all over for any visible marks but thank god for vampire healing.

"Don't worry I'm fine no need to fuss." I say to him, truth be told I was hurting my chest rose and fell as my breathing intensifies.

"Vervain is dangerous my dear, I apologize that you were hurt." He says to me as his hand caresses my check, I lean into his touch and smile.

"Darling you had a stake impaled in your chest." I tease. Elijah let's out a small chuckle as he picks himself from the floor, his once neat pristine suit was ruined by the gaping hole from the makeshift stake.

He then offers out a hand for me to stand with him, my fingers interlaced with his and we made our way outside. "I don't know about you but I'm parched. A bite to eat, a shower and change of clean clothes should do the trick." I add we made our way towards the car and I headed towards the drivers seat.

"Elizabeth I'm fine to drive us." Elijah starts.

"Elijah Mikelason! You are in no fit position to drive get in the passenger side please." I interrupt him starting firm but my tone changed towards the end. With that he fishes the keys from his pocket and shows them to me.

"Thank you." I tell him and take the keys from him, with that I get seated in the drivers side and Elijah walks round the passenger side and gets in.

"Just please don't crash the car." He says as he looks over at while I'm fiddling around the seat getting it into the right position so I could reach the pedals. I flash Elijah a smile

"No promises." I tease and wink at him. I lean in and kiss his soft lips, nipping at his lower lip.

I started the engine and gave it a few revs and I pulled out and sped off down the road. Smiling at the power of the car as it zipped down the road. I could feel Elijah's hand on my lap, grabbing my inner thigh every time I sped up. "Your tense" I tease him.

"No your driving makes me tense." He mumbled as he grips my leg a little harder.

"I am a perfectly adequate driver thank you very much." I say sarcastically. I speed the car up a little more just to see the reaction from my tense husband, I looked at him in a very flirtatious way and happy with the result I saw.

"Elizabeth eyes on the road." He says to me while gritting his teeth, his tone of voice went right through me and it was a voice that could make me weak at the knees.

"Yes Elijah." I respond to him sweetly. I looked back on the road and started to apply the brake so I could make the bend easy.

"Good girl." He says to me and as soon as I reached the apex I applied pressure to the accelerator once again. His hand relaxed in my lap and he started to draw patterns on my leg making me bite my lower lip.

"So where are we off to?" I ask him nervously.

"There is a B&B just outside Mystic Falls so keep on this road and we will come across it soon." My husband replies with a huff. And with that being said I simply nodded to him and put my foot down to reach our destination.

About an hour of driving we arrived at the B&B, pulling the car into the small car park bringing it to a halt. We both got out of the car Elijah grabbing the large bag that contained some of our spare clothes and made our way inside, to which we see a man behind the reception desk. Elijah approached the man to book a room for a few days. "I would like a room." He says to the man.

"Just for you?" The man replies in a bored tone, the man wasn't really listening to a word Elijah was saying as he was too busy looking me up and down.

"No for two." Elijah replies in a cold and merciless tone. The man is taken back and swallows quickly, his heartbeat starts to quicken.

"O..of c..c..course." The man stutters as he fumbles around to find the keys to the room. By now I could tell that Elijah was extremely angry, due to the fact he almost pulled the poor human over the desk.

"Tell me what you were thinking" Elijah compels the man.

"I would love to show her a good time, I would make sure she couldn't remember her own name by the time I'm finished."

I blushed at Elijah's actions and I was taken back by what the human had said disgusted really, but Elijah was furious with him. In order to soothe the situation I walked over to my husband and placed a hand on his broad should and rubbed it in circles to try and calm him down.

"Easy now." I whispered to him.

I gently took the room key from Elijah and started heading up the room, I knew that my husband wanted to have the final say so I left him to it.

"Well you wont get to." I hear Elijah say to the man and followed closely behind me.

Once we arrived at the room I didn't even get chance to even say a word as Elijah dropped the bag and had pinned me to the door kissing me and looking deep into my eyes, his emotion was anger, lust and hunger all rolled into one.

"That pig won't touch you." He growls as he kisses and nips my neck.

His hands were roaming every inch of my body. He parted my legs with his knee and lifted me up onto his hip. Using every chance he could to grind into me. I was in pure bliss and the actions from Elijah right now were him blowing off steam. The rough and carefree Elijah. The side that excited me to no end.

"You are mine." He growled in my ear. As his lips returned to mine biting them every second possible. As I kissed him back I ran my fingers through his hair tugging on the loose stands to pull him back into a deep and passionate kiss.

"I am yours, always and forever" I whisper in his ear.

The next morning we had set off to Richmond and in all the years me and Elijah have been married we have only been there a handful of times, I really enjoyed coming on the far but few occasions. After the events of what happened the night before, both myself and Elijah were in good spirits, Elijah once again behind the steering wheel of the black Porsche.

"I wish we had time to actually do some sight-seeing for a change, not just be here on business." I say to him.

"Well maybe if it were under different circumstances, in the future I'll bring you back here and we can do all the things you want to do. How does that sound?" I smile at him and gently caress his arm.

"Sounds perfect". "Why not get some sleep? We've still got a hour or so on our journey and well I think you've earned it." Elijah smirks at me.

I look at him and see the smile on his face, I lean over and peck his cheek and snuggled down in the comfy leather seats and nodded of, the steady sounds of Elijah's breathing and the sounds of the engine send me into a peaceful state.

We arrive in Richmond around mid-morning and we walked through the streets of the city hand in hand. My phone in my bag started to vibrate. I come to a halt and started to root around my bag to find my phone.

"Would it be easier if you decided to sort that monstrosity you call your bag out." Elijah mocks me.

"Lijah, I have all of my necessitates it doesn't need sorting." I reply.

After a few short moments I answer the call and put it on speakerphone.

"Penelope your on speakerphone. I trust you have my information?" I ask.

"Is your super hot husband with you?" She asks soundly playful.

"Focus." I warn her.

"I'm going to take that as a big fat yes! But you need to head over that internet cafe, the one with the UV windows seems like Rose and her traveling companion are there now." Penelope tells me.

"Thank you sweet pea." I say to her.

"Later Momma." She replies and ends the call.

"Penelope is a little much isn't she?" Elijah says.

"What can I say? She learned from the best." I tease.

I chucked my phone back into my handbag and we carried on walking towards the cafe outside across the street was a street musician. Elijah reaches into his coat pocket and donates a $100 bill and takes a handful of the silver coins letting the coins fall into one hand and repeating the process while we overheard the conversation.

"Here's what I don't get. Elijah moved around during the day, which means the originals knew the secret of the day ring. Now why would Klaus want to lift the curse of the sun and the moon?"

"To keep the werewolves from lifting it. If a vampire breaks the sun curse then the werewolves are stuck with the curse of the moon forever and vice versa."

"But werewolves are extinct."

"True. I've never seen one but rumor has it..."

"Not such a rumor."

"Mystic Falls? God, I've got to visit this place. It sounds awesome."

"Seems like that their at an impasse" I whisper to him smiling.

Elijah is still fiddling with the coins the sweet sound of the metal falling was a pleasant sound. He nods at me and plants a kiss onto of my head. He is watching and listening for the right opportunity to strike.

"Awesome doesn't even begin to describe it. Can we stop the curse from being broken at all?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if we make the moonstone useless, would it stop the curse from being broken?"

"Well, yeah, probably, but why would you want to do that?"

"Tell me how."

"You think I'm gonna help you figure out how to do something that will piss off an original? And keeping them from walking in the sun?"

"You want to walk in the sun? I can make that happen if you help us."

It seemed that Elijah had heard enough and with no effort he threw the coins directly at the windows of the cafe and the satisfying sound of the glass shattering and then hitting the sidewalk was music to my ears. Following the sounds of skin burning vampires and their screams.

Quickly after we left and walked in the opposite direction of the cafe. After walking for about 5 minutes we arrived at another cafe where headed inside and took some seat in a booth towards the back.

"They seem to have no clue what the moonstone is for." I say.

"Well it was a rumor Niklaus had made up." Elijah replies.

A waitress arrived at the table. "Hi, what can I get you?" She asks.

"Two teas please." I say to her. She nodded and walked away.

"We need to track down this 'Slater' he seems to know far too much about you." I tell him.

"Agreed. Would you be able to find his location?" Elijah replies.

"Shouldn't be too hard, I'll send Penelope a message."

Elizabeth: I need you to find the address for Slater.

Penelope: I'll see what I can do. I'll call you when I find something.

While I was texting our drinks had arrived, Elijah had poured into two teacups.

"How long do you think it will take for an address?" Elijah asks.

"Shouldn't be too long, she is a whiz when it comes down to things like this." I say to him with a smile, swirling the liquid gently around my cup.

"I'm curious how did you meet her?" Elijah replies bringing the cup to his lips to take a sip.

"Well do you remember when we had that vacation in Florida? I met her in the spa. We had booked the same treatments one day and we really seemed to hit it off. It wasn't until after I turned her I knew about her connections." I finish dunking the small biscuits into my beverage, I was always a fan of those small coffee shop biscuits and often swiped Elijah's. Elijah almost chokes on his tea.

"I'm sorry but you turned her?" He asks nervously.

"Lijah, relax shes who she is nothing will change that, but shes good at the tasks I send her. Keeps her head down and I only really send her pink fluffy stationary as a token of gratitude if she really does a great job." I tell him.

"I take it that is why I find 'Pink fluffy unicorn pen' in my credit card statements sometimes?" Elijah teases.

I let out a small chuckle. My phone once again starts to vibrate and I answer the phone, not putting it on speaker this time.

"Do you know how many Slater's are in Richmond?" She shouts down the phone. I squint and pull the phone away from my ear.

"I'm guessing there's a few?" I tease.

"Yes! But do you know how on 'Star Trek' when Captain Kirk asked McCoy to do something totally impossible, and McCoy says, Dammit, Jim, I'm a doctor not a miracle worker?" Penelope says.

"No? But I have the feeling your going to get to the point? And tell me not to expect miracles?" I reply to her raising my eyebrow.

"No, I'm saying I'm not a Doctor, I've already texted you the address, bye." She says excitedly.

I let out another small chuckle and show Elijah the address. With that we finish up on our drinks and head off to our next port of call.

"Now this is an apartment building complex I could live in." I whisper to my husband as we stand in the elevator full of humans heading up to the top floor.

"It is quite nice, however I am still fond of our home in New Orleans." Elijah mumbles.

His arm is around my waist, and his chest is raising and falling quite quickly seems being pressed up against one another isn't doing either of us any favors.

When it was finally time for us to get out, I stride up to the front door about to knock when Elijah grabs hold of my wrist and pulls me into his chest, he brings his lips towards mine and as we connect it sends sparks throughout my body, instant memories of the night before play into my mind. My free hand starts to make its way into his neatened hair giving me something to hold onto as he plants kisses down my neck. Elijah was never one to show this amount of lust in public so me being pressed up towards him in the elevator really set him off. It was at that moment I felt the graze of his fangs on my neck. I slowly pushed him

"Elijah not here please." I gasp. Elijah suddenly realises this is going a bit too far and breaks away, recomposing himself he brings me in for a hug and kisses me on the forehead.

"Forgive me." He mumbles in my hair.

"Don't worry, even the great Elijah Mikealson is allowed push things too far once in a while. " I reply to him softly.

Recomposed once again were hand in hand as we made our way to the front door for Slater and I knock. A few moments pass and the door opens to reveal Slater looking a bit confused.

"Elijah?" He stutters.

"May we come in?" He asks.

Slater nods and opens the door fully so we can enter, Elijah being the gentleman he is let me walk in first.

"What a lovely home you have here, I was just saying to Elijah how I could live in a place like this." I announce smiling at him.

I left the two men talking and I decided to have a snoop around. Framed certificates hung on the wall. This guy had like twenty-five qualifications I suppose each to their own when they are a vampire.

"Very nicely done." I heard my husband say from the other room.

I returned back towards to the two males.

"Thanks, I have a degree in theater. How can you compel me? A vampire can't compel another vampire." Slater asks.

"You see Elijah is a special vampire." I tell him. I plant a small kiss on his cheek.

"What? Because your an original?" Salter replies.

"Hmm, now I want you take this and drive it through your heart." Elijah compels him.

"But that will kill me forever." Slater says.

"Oh he knows that sweetheart, now be a good boy and do what is asked of you." I tell him. With that Slater takes the stake from Elijah and drives it through his heart. His body collapses to the floor and he starts to turn grey and veins appear on his face.

"Was that really necessary? A new voice entered the room. It was Jonas the male witch in our possession.

"It had to be done. He delivered his message. Won't be long now." Elijah tells him.

The room stayed quite, before I made my way back over to where his desk was. I quickly looked in the drawers to see if I could find the password to unlock the laptop. Surely enough I typed it in and wiped the hard drive clean, now we couldn't have them being one step ahead of us. After that I returned to Elijah's side to which we departed and went our separate ways.

#elijah mikealson #elijah x reader #Wattpad #vampire diaries #the originals #original vampire #star trek reference #criminal minds reference #elijah is a dreamboat #fanfiction

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magioftheseas · 6 years ago

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Day 1 - Reserve

Written for @the-hinata-project

Prompt: Reserve Course Student Hinata

Rating: G

Warnings: Lowkey manipulation and insecurity, but other than that, not much.

Notes: Alright, so I’m still in the middle of these, but like... Here’s the first one! They’re all going to be pretty short, around 2K but I’m gonna do my best to finish all of them so wish me luck...! And this first fic is gen. No ships. Next ones won’t be so gen. It’s also pre-HPA. Kind of.

***Alternate Ao3 Link***

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The last wish he made on New Year’s was a simple one.

I want to get into Hope’s Peak.

But of course that would never happen.

“Can’t you dream more realistically, Hajime? Do you have any idea how expensive Hope’s Peak actually is? We can’t afford that.”

“I... I know that, but...”

“If you know then why are you burdening us with this? Please. Just think about other people besides yourself for once.”

“...sorry.”

His mother sighs, but ruffles his hair in a show of affection.

“You current high school isn’t so bad, right? You can make good friends here, and it’s a fine school.”

“I guess it’s...decent,” he mumbles.

“Just don’t even worry about Hope’s Peak anymore,” she tells him. “It’s impossible, and it can’t be helped. Keep your chin up. Okay?”

“...fine...”

Because he knew, after all, that she had a point. They couldn’t afford it. And he wasn’t talented. It was a pipe dream to attend. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Still...

For his birthday, he was given a new laptop to replace the old. It was a fairly recent model. Pretty expensive. Likely compensation. He can’t say he didn’t like it.

He wasn’t ungrateful. He doesn’t think so.

It’s just that I admire Hope’s Peak more than anything.

So much so that he finds himself on the forums first thing.

>Does anyone have any idea who’s going to be in the upcoming batch?

>They haven’t finished scouting, right? Oh, but I just saw on the news that an actual princess was accepted! Hope’s Peak really can get in anyone!

>Wow, actual royalty?!

>There’s this photographer I follow. She’s getting in, too, I’m pretty sure.

>I just saw Saionji Hiyoko-san’s performance last week. I’m positive she’s getting in.

>I’m more interested in the princess. Can you imagine how lucky it would be to meet an actual princess?

>>They’ll be running the lottery in a month or so. What I would give to have more of a chance...

>Wow, they’re doing that again?

>With how much getting into the reserve course costs, you probably have a better chance with the lottery...

>But if you win the lottery, you’re actually considered talented. Reserves are just...y’know, reserves.

>But you’ll get to meet the princess, potentially. I think the money’s worth it, even if all I can do is steal a glance!

>Still... Seems so lame that you can just pay your way in...

>But brand name recognition is pretty powerful...

>>I heard you can actually get into the main course from the reserve course if you do well enough.

>No way! That’s a pipe dream! Maybe if you paid like, twice as much!

>Must be nice to be rich, huh...

Hinata stares, wondering what to type, but also letting the thoughts swirl around in his head.

>>I would do anything to get into Hope’s Peak. But my family just can’t afford that.

>Yeah, mine neither. Who actually can?

>You’d be surprised... They’re getting a lot of enrollments.

>You can’t like...get a scholarship or anything? It’s not like you need to go to college after attending Hope’s Peak.

>Well the golden gates can’t open that wide, I suppose...

>It’s for the best. If just about anyone could get in, it wouldn’t be that special.

Hinata bites his lip, picking at the peeling skin with his teeth.

>>Still. I want to get in more than anything.

>If you aren’t talented, it can’t be helped.

>>I would give anything.

>Pffft. No kidding. I’d give an arm and a leg, probably.

>>I would give anything.

>A lot of people would.

>You’re like a super fan, huh. Well, I am, too, but still...

>>Getting into Hope’s Peak has always been my dream.

>Everyone wants to be special, man.

>But if everyone was special then no one would be special.

>It can’t be helped. You’re either born talented or you aren’t.

>Right?! I must have spent hours drawing but there was always that one person I could just never compare to. It’s hopeless!

>You shouldn’t say hopeless on the Hope’s Peak forums!

>Haha, sorry!

>>I’ve never been talented. There’s not one thing I’m particularly good at.

>Normie...

>>But I want to get into Hope’s Peak Academy... More than anything.

>Give it up. For your own good. Wishing for the impossible isn’t healthy.

>Hey, don’t tell him that! What if he ends up winning the lottery?

>Yeah, right!

>>I’m not particularly lucky, either.

>Luck’s not a talent anyway.

>Are you sure? I’ve known people who get ridiculously lucky while gambling...

>If they gamble too much, that luck’s bound to run out. And I bet they’re not that lucky, they just brag a lot.

>That might be true... Still it would be nice just to get into Hope’s Peak by chance...

>Whoever wins that lottery probably is ridiculously lucky considering how many people are participating. We’re talking like, every high school student in their first year in the country.

>Sucks to be other countries, huh.

>Maybe someday but for now, I like not having that much competition.

>Still a ridiculous amount competing...

>I bet it’ll be someone who can afford the reserve course if they haven’t already enrolled.

>No fair! That kind of thing should disqualify you immediately!

>>I just...want to get in...

>Yeah we all do. But it’s impossible.

>Impossible.

>Totally impossible.

>Pigs will fly first.

>I heard some Ultimates actually can make some crazy shit. We might see flying pigs pretty soon.

>That’s terrifying.

>>I just want to get in.

>You should get offline.

He should. He really, really should.

Is it really impossible?

“Of course it is,” he can practically hear them murmur. “Not only are you untalented, you can’t afford it! And you’re going to win the lottery, either!”

Hinata buries his face into his hands, shuddering.

I just... I just...

To his surprise, he later receives a DM. Shivering, he clicks it open.

>Would you really do anything for Hope’s Peak?

He doesn’t recognize the name of the sender but...it looks official.

>>Yes. Of course. Why?

>There actually is a program you can sign up for that will get you in without having to pay a coin.

Hinata blinked once. Twice.

It’s way too good to be true.

But he’s desperate. Beyond desperate.

>>What is this program? How can I sign up?

>Here’s the information.

What he’s about to do is how people get themselves abducted, he’s pretty sure. But right now, he’s desperate and... If it really was someone associated with Hope’s Peak, how bad can it be? What’s the worse than can happen?

I already have no chance getting in. I know that... But...

His heart was pounding as he took the train. He stared out the window, at HPA’s towering buildings in the distance, getting closer and closer, and he sucks in his breath.

It’s so shining that it hurts to look at.

Shining like a dream...

“Ah, Hinata-kun, you made it after all. So you have the necessary information?”

“Uh... Yes...” Truth be told, he didn’t understand most of it. There were a lot of words that were hard to read and pretty...advanced. “I just...well you said you couldn’t explain everything in just files, so...”

The other looked pretty professional. Sharply dressed and smiling in a way that at least seemed pretty welcoming. But...still pretty intimidating, considering the circumstances. Hinata ducked his head, feeling rather flustered.

“Yes, it’s meant to be kept very tightly under wraps, you see,” they laugh. “I need to assure confidentiality before explaining, Hinata-kun. Surely you understand.”

That’s...weird.

But it made his blood thrum with excitement to be a part of.

“I... Y-Yes, of course. Absolutely... Of course...”

“Sign this form, then, promising that.”

“O-Of course...!”

He scribbles down his signature without a second thought. The other smiled more, pleased. Hinata squirmed in his seat, and tried to keep his posture straight.

With that, the other sat across from him, polite and yet...expectant.

Ah... Hah...

“So you’re willing to do anything for this school,” they say, voice almost light but also dense with significance. “Might I ask why?”

“It’s...as I said on the forums,” Hinata mumbles, fiddling with his tie. Even dressed professionally for this would-be interview, he feels underdressed. “I’ve always admired this school. Always. It’s always been my dream to...to go there...”

The other nods, expression unchanged.

“And why do you wish so badly to go there, despite not having a talent that can be cultivated?”

Hinata flinched.

“T-That’s...! I...” He hesitates, but he soon finds the words just spilling out. “I just want to be someone I can be proud of. Someone who can stand tall. Be confident. Be significant. Isn’t that what I deserve?”

“Isn’t that what everyone deserves?”

Hinata’s nails dig into his palms.

“I admire Hope’s Peak...more than anyone. I will give whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.” His teeth grit. “Whatever it takes... W-Whatever it takes...!”

Even though I know it’s selfish and impossible, I just...!

He just wanted to be someone. Someone other than...this.

Unimportant. Unremarkable. A faceless, meaningless part of the mass. The idea of being consumed by mediocrity and insignificance for the rest of his life, never to matter, never to even be remembered, just to disappear, just like he never even existed—

“I’ll do...w-whatever...it takes...” He’s shaking, eyes wide and crazed. “Whatever it takes... Whatever I can...and then more than that...if I have to.”

“Ah. I see.” An easy smile. And yet, the atmosphere felt so heavy that it was near suffocating. “Very well then, Hinata-kun. That’s exactly the kind of attitude we’re looking for.”

Hinata lit up.

“R-Really?” He dares to let hope slip into his tone. “D-Do you really mean it?”

A nod.

“Hinata-kun... If you could be reborn from the faceless body of a miserable nobody into the world’s hope... Would you?”

“That...sounds too good to be true...” His heart really was racing, but he was flushed with excitement. “But... Y-Yeah... I... Of course...”

“Then, allow me to tell you about how that can be possible. If you agree, you’ll be accepted into the school, free of charge, no talent necessary. In fact, it’s even essential that you be talentless.”

I...don’t understand.

He doesn’t understand but it just sounds so incredible that he can’t help but be swayed.

“...tell me.”

“Very well.”

A folder of files is placed before him. They look too important to grasp. And the stamped out letters of CONFIDENTIAL stare back into his wide-eyed, shimmering gaze.

Fingers trembling, Hinata actually slices his finger open as he flips it open.

He doesn’t even feel the sting, as engrossed as he is in the text.

“I...”

The words swirl around in his head, over and over until he drowns in them.

“Do you need time to think about it?” the other asks him kindly. So kindly that Hinata is struck cold. “Tell you what... You can still get into the reserve course. You don’t have to say yes right away, and the deadline will be in a few months from now. You can attend classes here until then...and then make your decision on whether or not you’re willing to stay. Okay?”

“I... O-Okay.” Hinata swallows. “That’s... I’m okay with that.”

I said I’d do anything. And I do...want to do anything. But...

His hands are shaking while still gripping the files.

I can’t...let this chance slip by...even if it’s something like this. This is everything I ever wanted. Why am I even hesitating?

“It’s alright,” the other says reassuringly, taking the files away with ease. “Hinata-kun, I know you’ll make the best decision for yourself.”

For...myself. Myself...

“I...yes.”

“I’ll have them send in your acceptance letter and uniform.” His hand is shook, the grip warm and calloused. “It was a pleasure meeting you, Hinata-kun.”

“A-A pleasure... Yeah.”

Just like that, Hinata was stumbling out of Hope’s Peak, trembling and falling to pieces with every shaky step.

I have to do it, he can’t help but think. I have to do it, for...for myself...

This was going to be the year his life changed irreparably. He was sure of it.

#thehinataproject #hajime hinata #hinata hajime #Magi fics #the hinata project #although it's not going to show up #I might as well #I'll probably have to message someone anyway #The tragedy of being muted

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castcharmperson · 6 years ago

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Speed Trap: Part IV

[Start]

This is by far the longest chapter, coming in at just over 3k. Also the most warning heavy chapter, featuring offscreen violence, kidnapping, arson, and general danger.

It wasn’t his final con, Taako decided, but tonight was his final night. Late nights were always busy, lots of cash to be made, but that was also when real crime tended to happen. He’d been calling Ren so frequently, he was worried she was starting to suspect him. She still took him seriously, always sent back up that he’d watch drive by, but her tone was shifting. He’d hear a pen scratching as he talked, taking notes that he was pretty sure weren’t station protocol. Besides, being around actual criminals was skeeving him out- Taako was may be breaking the law but he wasn’t like them.

He wasn’t like Lup or Kravitz either though, a fact he tried to remind himself of as he took his final bribe for the evening. Whoever this guy was didn’t seem to learn his lesson, speeding off again the second Taako was done with him.

“Asshole.” He should maybe follow him again. He didn’t get a license number to call in- the street lamp was too far away and the sliver of the moon was barely casting a glow. But what would be the point? There wasn’t any more cash to get and the guy had paid a generous donation to the ‘officer spring baseball fund’. No one else was on the empty highway. A little speeding wouldn’t really hurt anyone.

He was already back in his own car, flipping off his flashing light, when he heard tires screech. Turning on his brights along the dark road, he drove ahead only a half mile before seeing the car he’d just pulled over wrecked against the sign of an abandoned Pizza Hut. “What the fuck?”

Taako wasn’t about to jump out of his car and rush in, but something about this whole thing was weird. No one was left at the sight of the crash. Weirder still, light was coming from inside the Pizza Hut. Even if the windows weren’t boarded up, it wouldn’t be open at this hour.

There was a scream, decidedly not belonging to the guy he’d pulled over, and that was too much for Taako to sit around waiting on. He grabbing his flashlight from where he’d tossed it onto the passenger seat, killed the engine on his car, and ran out.

Looking over the wreck showed signs of a struggle. He had to do a double take, but it looked like someone had clawed through the backseat from the trunk. Another scream and he focused on the Pizza Hut. “Fuck, I do not steal enough to deal with this kind of shit,” but Taako crept forward, lowering his center of gravity and keeping out of view from the broken down door.

“Cam, you’ve got to stop screaming or we’re really going to have a problem.”

“Get off me, you sadistic fuck!“ There was the sound of a slap, then of duct tape ripping. Taako peered up, seeing the man he’d pulled over tying up someone apparently named Cam.

“Now now, we had a deal. And then you went and crashed my car.” The man stalked around Cam, circling, as though this was his own personal stage instead of an empty fast food joint. As he turned, for a split second, Taako was terrified they had locked eyes. He dropped down, panting as he scrambled for his cell phone and dialed for Ren.

There were footsteps and Taako ended the call before it could connect. He dodged away from the building, rolling along the gravel as he switched off his flashlight.

“Fuck, I don’t have time for this,” the man sounded put upon, like someone brought rain to his barbecue rather than interrupted his kidnapping. “Lydia’s only a few blocks down, we can walk.”

There was some pretty intense scuffling sounds, but Taako didn’t let curiosity get the better of him. The door to the Pizza Hut was kicked open, and the man was leading Cam out with his hands tied behind his back.

“Listen, Edward, Eddie, come on. Our deal is still good. You don’t have to do this. I can get you anything you want. I’ve got connections, you know that, keeping me alive will bring you so many more-“

“If you don’t shut up,” this Edward guy was so terrifyingly calm. There was a quick movement and Taako caught the glint of a knife. “I will shut you up. Understood, dear?”

Cam nodded and the pair started walking through the grass away from the abandoned lot.

Taako was shaking, sitting behind the corner of the crumbling building, gravel digging into the pants of his stolen uniform. He should get in his car and go home. Get in his car and maybe call Ren. Tell her about suspicious activity by the neighborhood he knew was a few blocks in the direction Edward and Cam were walking. He should turn around and pretend he was never here.

That Cam guy was probably scum, talking about connections, probably worked with this Edward and Lydia duo before they got sick of him. Taako owed him nothing. Taako didn’t owe anyone anything! He should go home.

Instead, he stood, following the pair through the tall grass, hiding in the shadows cast around street lamps while they walked through a set of cookie cutter houses, stopping at one. Cam and Edward walked up the porch, and Taako ducked behind a bush to get out his phone. With one last glance back, he froze. Edward definitely saw him this time. He paused in the doorway after pushing Cam inside. His eyes narrowed, then gave Taako a smile that made his skin crawl. Edward placed a single finger to his lips, winked at him, then turned to go inside.

“I’m going to die,” Taako concluded as he sank back down. He didn’t hang up on Ren for the second time, but he got no signal while hiding in this shrub. “I’m literally going to die.”

There was shouting in the house, nothing Taako could understand, but there was the sound of a car starting. “Fuck,” he didn’t have much time. Scrambling away from the bush, he ran to the door. He didn’t even need to pick the lock, Edward had left it open. “Ohmygod, ohmygod I’m going to die,” he whispered even as he pushed the door open, grateful there weren’t any squeaky hinges, and made his way into the house. It was empty, a lone couch stood with a sheet over it, but there was nothing else.

Lup had taken him to a party in this neighborhood, only a few months ago. Something her boss was hosting or whatever. When they left the party, he and Lup walked around the block to her car and laughed at how every single house they passed was the same. That night had been been full of people and different furniture, but the bones were the same as this house. Taako traced along the wall next to the stairs until he found the breaker box. At the party, it had been covered by the ugliest painting he’d ever seen. The host tried to justify that it was covering the equally ugly metal door to the fuses. “It’d be less ugly if I was looking at the door, ma’am.” He’d said and Lup had to choke down a laugh before she slapped him on the arm and apologized to her boss.

It had been a fun night. He wondered if he and Kravitz had only just missed running into each other.

Taako forced himself to focus, flipping down the switch labelled ‘garage’ just as the telltale sound of a mechanical door started to rise. It stopped, then slammed against concrete. “Old house, old power. Next time we’re breaking and entering for real,” someone who sounded almost like Edward shouted. A door slammed and there were footsteps come towards him again.

“I thought I was pretty clear. Keep quiet about this and we wont have any trouble. This looks like trouble.” Edward still sounded so calm. Taako didn’t think twice before slamming all the fuses, plunging the house into darkness. “Now that wasn’t very nice.”

Taako sprinted for the front door and slammed it behind him. Phone in hand, he tried calling the station again as he ran along the side of the house, ducking below the windows. When the line went through, he could have sobbed. “Ren, oh thank god, get Lup to Mirkwood Court in-“

“Who is this! You think I didn’t see you try to get a call in tonight? Think I haven’t listen to you fake an accent every other week? We do not encourage vigilantism in this city!”

“Ren, listen-“

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?”

“Ren please! I need Lup-“

“I am going to track your number and-“ Whatever rant she was gearing up for stopped. “Sir, are you okay?”

“No! Ren, there is a hostage situation at 51 Mirkwood Court in Winter county. Please get Lup down here now!”

She sucked in a breath, sound crackling through the phone, drawing whatever dreadful conclusion as to how a civilian could know of a kidnapping. “Sir, please stay on the line, we’re sending someone to you right now.”

“It better be fucking Lup,” he hissed, scrambling around the back of the house as he heard the footsteps crunching on the dewy grass.

“She’s out of the office right now, but-“

“Then whoever you’re sending should pray they’re half as good as she is!”

“Sir, stay on the li-“ But Taako had already hung up. Any more sound and he was going to get caught. He looked back, expecting Edward to be towering over him. Instead, nothing. Then all the lights in the house turned on at the same time.

“We might as well close up here,” Edward said. Fuck, he sounded bored. Was chasing a potential witness not important enough to him? What was wrong with this guy? Taako crouched under one of the windows, watching as a woman of Edward’s height dragged Cam into the living room.

“You wanna do it?” She must be Lydia, Taako concluded, as she brought out a much larger knife.

“Oh no, I got to grab him, you can have this part.” They grinned at each other and there was something sickening about their joy right now. Footsteps clacked closer to the window and Taako dropped down again. “But make it quick, we’re going to have company soon.”

Taako’s hand was over his mouth, trying not to breathe too hard, trying not to sob, not to throw up. What the hell did he care what happened to this Cam guy? He called the cops, did all he could do. Why was he still here?

There was a swish, a slick sound, and a muffled scream that felt like it went on forever. Taako was definitely going to puke if he didn’t move right. now.

He should have ran around the back, ran to his car by the Pizza Hut, and gone home. Instead, he was at the front door again and he kicked it open. “This is the Neverwinter Police! Put your hands up!” He dropped his voice, brandishing his flashlight in a strobe, trying to give the illusion of having a weapon ready.

“Ruining all our fun,” Edward sighed, voice carrying through the house. “Lyd, go, I’ve got this.”

“What about Cam?”

“Oh, well, you know how old houses are. So easy to get lost in.”

There was shuffling, doors slamming, and Taako tried to make himself move forward into the house. Lights flashed behind him, red and blue, and he pushed in further. If he could get through the kitchen, maybe find this Cam guy on the way, and avoid Edward, there was a back door he could-

Car tires screeched and something crashed. Taako jumped, whipping around in a frenzy before realizing the bang was only something that fell over further into the house. Lydia was driving away, it sounded like one of the cop cars was following her, but Taako needed to focus on finding whatever made that noise.

“You know,” Edward started and Taako whipped around again. Fuck, where was he? “These old houses, just the worst electricity. Cheap wiring, so prone to…” A match sizzled and struck. “Bad luck.”

Whatever Edward had been hoping for, this blaze wasn’t it. Taako saw the flames start up from the breaker box, but there was no grand explosion, no dangerous wildfire. The sparks were enough though, the flames were spreading to the floor and smoke filling the room.

“Help!” Another bang, from a closet down the hall to Taako’s right, the opposite way of the kitchen.

“You’ve got to make a choice,” Edward said, and god, he sounded so close, but this time Taako refused to turn around. Fear or foolish bravery, he wasn’t sure which kept him in place, but as the fire crackled louder, he tried to listen for footsteps. “Save yourself, or save Cam. I’ve dumped enough gasoline to burn him alive in ten minutes. However, you wont get out before the real police come in if you don’t forsake him.”

There was a bullhorn outside, one of the officers demanding that hostages be released, that folks come out with their hands up and “We’ll talk about all this, calmly, like rational people!”

Nothing about this guy was ration, Taako knew that. Then again, it wasn’t like he was coming out the front of this house any time soon either. “And you think you’re getting out in time?” If Taako could just hear those stupid footsteps…

“So witty. So brave. Honestly, I’m impressed. If you ever want to quit this fake cop thing, definitely give us a call.”

“How did you-“

“Oh dear, you’re dreadfully unconvincing. Now tick-tock.” A single snap of heel on tile and Taako whipped around, smashing the side of his flashlight against something he really hoped was Edward.

“How convincing was that, dear.” Taako sneered, only enjoying his victory for a moment before more footsteps echoed in over the smoke.

“This is the Neverwinter Police! We gave you a warning, now I need everyone to put their hands- Oh shit, is that a fire?” There was a crackling of a radio as Kravitz called for backup.

Wait, Kravitz was here? Taako could recognize that voice in his sleep, but he would give anything to have misheard.

“Fuck,” Taako whispered. He scrambled back, down the hall, throwing open a closet door as Cam tumbled onto him. “Get the hell out of here and if I ever catch you with those assholes again, I am not rescuing you.”

“Yes officer! Thank you officer!” Cam was practically tripping over his feet, pushing past Taako to run for the back door. He was clutching his hand, blood staining the front of his shirt, and Taako felt sick all over again.

“Officer?” Kravitz turned down the hall and even through the smoke, they could see each other clearly. “T-Taako?”

“Uh, nope. I’m a smoke induced hallucination. You really should get out here, my man. Old houses like this don’t last long under this kind of heat.”

“You’re- you’re not a police officer. You’re a pastry chef and a retail manager.”

“Okay, I specialize in pastries, but I cook other stuff too. Really, Krav, hun, not the time for semantics.” Taako tried to walk past him, tried to get Kravitz to move out of this house. He could hear the beams on the second floor start to creak as they caught fire. “Come on.”

“Why are you wearing a police uniform?”

“Kravitz, this isn’t the- fuck!”

The smart thing to do would have been letting Edward attack. He was behind Kravitz, Kravitz wasn’t paying attention, it would have been an easy escape for Taako. No matter how handsome the officer was, a pretty face wasn’t worth going to jail for, or getting caught in a house fire during a botched kidnapping. Maybe it was more than the pretty face, but Taako was not about to let Kravitz get stabbed. So, like an idiot, he barrelled forward, tackling Edward to the ground.

Kravitz joined the scuffle, but that only succeeded in getting the knife away from Edward. The smoke was thick above them, all the lights of the house flickering in a strange strobe. Taako thought he had the upper hand for a moment. Then he was shoved onto his back. Looking up, he expected death, but it was Kravitz holding him down.

“Tell me you are not working with the Wendor twins!” He shouted, eyes wide like Taako had betrayed him. They’d only just met, what was there to betray?

“The who twins? Look, I’m all for you being strong on top, but he’s getting away!” Taako barely started to struggle when Kravitz released him.

“You’re not working with him.”

“No! I stopped him from killing that other guy. Fuck, who you didn’t see but there was another guy that they took and- whatever! We’ll deal with the details later.” Taako ran down the hall, back into the main living room. He was wheezing, air unbreathable, but Edward was just as affected, swaying as he tried to move to the door, before realizing that’s where the police were and circling back, only to be faced with Taako and Kravitz again. Well, if the blow to the head didn’t knock him out, a concussion was just as good.

Without turning away from their target, Taako moved his hand towards Kravitz. “Gimme your handcuffs.”

“What? No.”

“Krav, trust me,” Taako was already moving forward, keeping Edward’s attention as they circled around the single couch.

“You have done literally nothing to earn my trust.” And yet, the handcuffs flew through the air for Taako to catch.

He lunged at Edward, taking him over the back of the couch. He was hardly successful in keeping him down, but the struggle was enough to get one handcuff on. Edward grabbed Taako’s leg as he scrambled to stand, to get some sort of leverage, and the pain felt impossibly sharp. Another knife? Or was this guy part time Wolverine? Either way, Taako fell back to the ground and Edward rose.

It was distraction enough, and Kravitz secured the remaining cuff. That only slowed Edward. He kept advancing as Taako scrambled backwards until his back hit the wall. A beam above them creaked, a suspended moment in which everyone in the house looked up. Edward stumbled backwards into Kravitz’s grip as the beam fell, bringing a firestorm with it.

“You got him?” Taako asked, forcing himself to his feet. His leg burned, and the stray embers landing on his pants were not helping.

“I got him. Are you okay?”

“Yeah I-” He coughed, bracing a hand against the wall before jerking it back. The heat was unbelievable. This house was not going to stand much longer. “Get out of here! I’ll go out the back.”

Kravitz frowned, but started dragging Edward to the front. Then he paused, and Taako was ready to scream. Why wouldn’t this idiot save himself? “You can’t wear an officer’s uniform. We need to handle this situation.”

“For the love of,” Taako stopped his staggering towards the kitchen. Lit by the eerie orange strobe, Kravitz looked divine. Not the time to appreciate the view, though. “You can handle me all out want later! How about we get out of the burning building first, huh?”

If Kravitz said something more to him, Taako didn’t hear. He turned and limped faster, as more of the second floor collapsed into the living room. Once he was out the back, his leg felt slightly less terrible and he pushed himself to a run. Kravitz would tell the other officers on the scene that there was another criminal escaping and Taako was not about to get caught.

He made it to his car, collapsing into the seat and locking the door. No officers chasing him, no kidnappers to chase. His leg still burned, but he could deal with that once he caught his breath. Taako waited another hour, dressing his leg with the rudimentary first aid kit he kept in the glovebox. No squad cars came his way. However, Edward’s wrecked car sat in front him the entire time. It was just a hunk of scrap metal now, but it felt like it was mocking him.

[Part Three] [Part Five]

Thanks for reading! The hardest part of this chapter was trying to make up a last name for the wonderland twins...

#taz #The Adventure Zone #taakitz #taz taako #taz kravitz #taz wonderland #au #speed trap au #so like. when i was rereading this taako almost feels ooc. cuz this is not a 'good out here' kind of chapter #but i think he's also the kind of guy to say 'fuck it im already dealing with this shit might as well deal with it right'#should i give a warning for cursing? cuz there are soo many f-bombs in this chapter #charmedwords

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