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pattypanini · 6 months ago

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Danny Wagner x Reader

Last Encore

^my photo btw 🤭^

Summary: A special someone catches a glimpse of your sign at his concert. Little did you know how the night would end.

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A/N: Hi everyone! Here is @mar-rein12 and I's second Danny oneshot. After seeing Danny in concert I've been losing my shit. It's hard to see in the photo but the man made eye contact with me not only here BUT LIKE TWO OTHER TIMES. I have not recovered and yes I'm making a oneshot because I'm delusional! Enjoy our second Danny oneshot, Last Encore.

Warnings: 18+, SMUT, penetrative sex, oral (f + m receiving), praise, LOTSSSS of dirty talk, slight submissive/dom, flirting, choking, slapping, spitting, let me know if i missed any!

Y/N’s POV

You finally got barricade. After so many years of attempts, you always happened to end up a couple rows back in the pit, but not this time.

You are right in the middle, front row, able to get a perfect view of your beloved Danny. He was your favorite. You first started listening to the band in 2020 when you had seen an edit of Sammy. You looked up their band, listened to their music, and discovered their sexy drummer, Danny.

All of them were attractive, of course, but something about Danny drew you in more than you thought possible. Maybe it was the curls, or the prominent nose, or his sculpted body. Maybe it was all of those things, but his talent is what stuck out to you the most.

After buying the tickets you had planned what you were going to wear and a sign you could bring that would get Danny’s attention.

You knew that Danny would be sporting his silver chain top and black pants so you wanted to match. You chose a silver sparkly tube top that pulled you together in all the right places, paired with a black leather mini skirt and matching leather boots.

You had also been thinking about what your sign would say for months. You made the words nice and clear so he would be able to see it from all the way where he was on stage.

Greta Van Fleet Pit ☑️

Barricade ☑️

Bang the hot drummer? ⬜

You knew it would get attention and that nothing would come from it but you have to shoot your shot.

So there you stand, dead center as they are in the middle of playing Highway Tune. You’re holding your sign out in front of you in hopes that Danny would see it, singing along and dancing to the music. You’re smiling like an absolute idiot, just taking in the beauty of all of them and the amazing music they are producing.

Your eyes flick over to Danny, which has happened a lot since the start of the show. He makes eye contact with you very briefly, quickly looking away to focus on his playing. You feel the nerves bubble up in your stomach. He looked at you.

Fuck. That’s all you needed tonight to be satisfied. A few songs go by and they make it back up to the main stage after the acoustic set, you’re still holding your sign out hoping he’ll read it. He sits back down at his drums as Fate of the Faithful begins to float through the arena. Your eyes scan all the men and your eyes land on Danny yet again.

You’re focused in on where his gaze is landing as he scans the barricade. His eyes land on you and the way his eyes are moving you can tell he is reading your sign. A huge smile spreads across your face. He looks away and shakes his head playfully, smiling to himself. The show continues on, you watch Danny catch a glimpse of you every now and then.

You mentally thank yourself for wearing such a low cut shirt. No doubt if you ever had the chance to check off that third box you’d take it in a heartbeat. As the show goes on, your staring contest with Danny was becoming more prevalent to you that it wasn’t a mistake. A fan with a ‘shot for a drumstick?’ sign finally got Danny’s attention and the light in that girl's eyes when he started walking towards her made you so happy. He walked past you, went to the girl and took their shot together.

When you think he is going to continue up the row of people to get back to the stage he turns around and walks back in your direction. Instinctively you shoot your hand out much like all the other people. You nearly crumble into tiny little pieces when his hand collides with yours. His touch lingers a little longer than it should have and he shoots you a flirty wink.

You clutch onto the bar in front of you to stop your legs from giving out. All this just when you thought it couldn't get any better.

The show wraps up, they all bow and walk off stage. You can’t control the happiness you were feeling. You stand there in utter disbelief with the amount of attention you got from Danny tonight. You decide you should probably head out considering you had to get up for work the next morning and lived a couple hours away from the arena.

As you begin to exit the pit a security guard taps you on the shoulder. “Maam I’m going to need you to follow me.” As the large man starts walking towards the back of the stage a million thoughts go through your brain.

Were you going to get in trouble about the sign? Or did you do something wrong?

You were so worried that you thought you should ask the guard what you had done.

“Excuse me, but if you don’t mind me asking what did I do? Am I in some sort of trouble?” You say trying to keep yourself on your feet from falling.

“You were requested by one of the members to come backstage.”

You keep your mouth shut, nervousness beginning to take over your body. You can feel your hands start to anxiously shake, shaking the poster along with them. He leads you over to a dressing room, and leaves you standing alone in front of the door. You swiftly knock on the door and try to stuff the nerves away. Before he opens it you make sure you look okay and scoop your tits up a little more than you’d like to admit. You fluff your hair out to give it a little more volume when you hear the doorknob start to rattle.

When the door is open you are met with 6 feet of pure sexiness. Without saying a word his eyes lead you into his dressing room. You take a step in and he grabs a towel off his vanity and drags it through his sweaty hair.

“You don’t just have to stand there gorgeous, take a seat. Make yourself comfortable” Oh my god his voice was like velvet. He was talking to you. YOU. No one else. You accepted the seat in order to not pass out on the floor. You sit there in total silence, unable to form any words.

“For such a vulgar sign, you're not saying as much as I thought.” He continues running the towel through his hair, before draping over the back of his chair.

“I just don’t know what else to say, I mean I really don’t understand how this is happening right now. Why did you ask for me? If you were offended by the sign I’m really sorry I didn’t mean to…” You fiddle with the rings that adorned your fingers.

“Calm down. I didn’t bring you back because of the sign, well it was but not because it offended me. You’re a gorgeous girl and I wanted to talk to you.” He takes a seat beside you on the couch, his knee grazing yours. “What’s your name, beautiful?” He looks at you awaiting an answer.

“Y/n.” You say, in your small, shaky voice.

“Pretty name for such a pretty girl, but she’s just so shy.” He reaches a hand to your face and tucks your hair behind your ear. “Tell me more about yourself so I can hear that beautiful voice of yours. Where are you from?”

“I’m from Philly. But I have family out here so I came up to see them and go to the concert, which was amazing by the way.”

“I’m so happy you enjoyed the show, this was the best one so far on this leg of the tour.” He gives you a warm smile and you just simply smile back at him. A couple moments of silence pass before Danny speaks again. “Y/n, what do I have to do to help you loosen up? Let your guard down for me babydoll.” He runs his finger lightly over your cheek. He leans over to whisper in your ear, “I’ll make sure you are calm and ready for later, you want a few drinks?”

A shiver travels down your spine as you gulp, “Um what do you mean later?”

“Oh gorgeous, you can’t just be as sexy as you are with a sign like that and not expect me to see it. Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I mean. Unless that sign was a joke, was it a joke darling?”

“Um… no.” Your gaze travels down to your hands resting in your lap, shaking your head. “It was not a joke.”

“Look me in the eyes when you talk to me.” He grabs a hold of your face and turns your head to look at him right in his beautiful brown eyes. “Say it again.”

“I-I wasn't joking.”

“And what weren’t you joking about?” He looks at you expectantly, and you are loving this little game he is playing with you.

“My sign..” You whisper.

“Your sign that says what?” He just wants to hear the filthy words come out of your innocent mouth.

“Wanting to bang the hot drummer.”

“And who’s that hot drummer baby? Look me in the eye when you tell me.”

“You, Danny. You’re the fucking hot drummer.” You look him dead in the eye and just know he wants his ego stroked just like he wants his cock.

“Yeahhh, it sounds so good to hear it come out of that pretty mouth of yours.” You see his eyes travel down your face and to your lips. “Bet you want to say so much filthy stuff but you’re too scared to, yeah?”

“Danny…” Sure you’ve pictured him saying all these types of things to you, but when he’s right in front of you… actually saying them. You squeeze your thighs together to help relieve yourself even if in the tiniest way possible.

“What darling, tell me what you think about. All your dirty little thoughts. You have me right here in front of you, I won’t judge, just make them come to life.”

“You really want to know?” You tease him back with a raise of your eyebrow.

“Fuck, yeah I want to know.” Danny lets go of his grip on your jaw, and you give him a mischievous smile. You figure there is no point in hiding anymore, you want to give him what you know he wants.

You lean your head down to whisper softly in his ear, “I want you to fuck me like the little slut I am for you.”

“For me?” His jaw hangs slack as he pretends to be scandalized, a hand dramatically clutched over his chest. “Wanna make that happen darling?” He whispers to you.

No way this is happening, it must be a joke. Your eyes widen at his words, waiting for him to tell you he was just trying to get a rise out of you, but he never did. His eyes only grew darker, filled with lust and a need for something. And that something was you.

“If you’re just trying to fuck with me I’ll leave now.” You start to make your way off the couch, when you feel his hand pull you by your arm back down.

“Why would I be trying to mess with you dear, you see anyone else back here?” He asks sincerely, rubbing your hand softly.

“Then why me, there were 15,000 other girls out there. You're telling me you chose me for a reason and not just to bring me back here, get me flustered and tell me to leave.”

“I mean normally if I bring a girl back it’s a chat maybe a blow job and they leave. But come on darling you're gorgeous, and a gorgeous girl with a sign like that is just begging to be brought back here. If I’m wrong you can leave, but I think after what you told me you’d rather be back here.”

Your breathing starts to calm down. You still don’t understand how and why you're back here.

“You want me to be honest y/n.” You look up to him, not knowing what he could possibly say. “I’ve seen you before. At the philly show a few months ago, and a concert from last year. I’ve seen you many times and was too scared to bring you back. But after tonight seeing your sign it made something go off in my head and I needed to talk to you.”

There’s no way he’s confessing this to you. This is something straight out of a dream you’ve probably had before. You’re trying to wrap your head around it but you can’t. “Danny I don’t get it though.”

“What is there not to get. You're a perfect girl who loves my band. Why wouldn’t I notice you? I would be fucking insane if I didn’t take the opportunity that was presented to me. I know you want it too, darling.”

“So what’s gonna happen now?” You stupidly ask him, not knowing how to continue the conversation.

“I’m gonna take you back to my hotel room and fuck the shit out of you.”

“I- okay um do you want me to wait for you to be done and leave with you or..”

“Darling, as much as I’d like for that to happen, if anyone sees me leaving with some random girl from the concert tonight it would be everywhere. What you're gonna do is wait outside and in 10 minutes a car will pick you up. They’ll bring you to my hotel room and give you a room card. Can you do that for me babydoll?”

You nod your head frantically and Danny reciprocates that with a mischievous smirk. He knows the effect he has on you, but you don’t care. You’re about to fuck Daniel Wagner, nothing could stop you now. You stand up grabbing your poster and bag and make your way to the door. Right as you go to grab the door you're twirled around to face him.

“I’ll see you soon y/n.” Placing a kiss onto your cheek.

“See you Danny.” You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face. You turn back towards the door and open it to walk through.

Excitement and thrill was pulsing through your veins as you walked outside the arena, and waited for the car just as Danny had said.

After about 13 minutes, not that you were counting, a black SUV pulls up right in front of you. You weren’t one to get into random cars, but with the circumstances at play you were going to do anything.

“Y/n?” The driver asks through the open window.

“That is me!” You smile at him, waiting for him to grant you permission to hop inside.

“Hop on in, I’ve got the room key for you.” He holds it up in front of him.

You grasp onto the car handle of the passenger's seat, opening it and sliding in. You try your absolute best to wait the 7 minutes it takes to get to the hotel.

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Once you arrive, you thank the mystery driver and make your way up the elevator. You assume that he is there waiting for you already. You swipe the card on the door and twist the handle, walking inside.

It's a nice hotel. A very nice hotel, might you add. Definitely not what you were used to that's for sure. As you step across the marble flooring you spot a little note on top of the wooden dresser.

Hey darling,

I am back. I just needed to run to Sam’s room to grab something. Hop in the shower awhile, I’ll be there to join you in a minute.

Nothing sounds more appealing than a shower right now. You stare at the note, deciding you should obey him.

You drop your purse and sign on the table and make your way to the bathroom. When walking in you take a moment to admire the large shower with a rain shower faucet. You slip off your shoes and concert outfit and turn on the shower. The hot water rains down onto you and you lean your head back, letting the water soak you and your hair. You use some of the hotel shampoo and wash your hair liberally after the hot atmosphere you were in.

You take a look around for body wash and can only find a bottle that was not provided by the hotel. A large bottle of body wash scented in musky vanilla. It must be Danny’s. You had no other choice but to use it since there was nothing else available. In the midst of your washing you hear the hotel door open and shut quickly.

After a few moments, you hear the bathroom door creak open.

You can’t see him yet, but you can hear his voice. “Hi beautiful.” When the glass door opens you see that he is only in his blue gingham boxers. You must have stared for a moment too long because your attention is brought back to reality when he starts to pull them down to the floor.

He steps inside of the shower, completely bare. You don’t realize your jaw is hanging open in awe until Danny says, “Pick that jaw up darling, there's so much more you have yet to see.”

He stops in his tracks right in front of you staring up and down your body, taking you all in. He gives you a questioning look, silently asking if he was allowed to touch.

“God, Danny. Please, just fucking touch me already.” You practically beg, and maybe you sound desperate but you didn’t have a single fuck to give.

“So hungry for me baby, just you wait till after.” He grabs the bottle of body wash and squeezes some onto a new wash cloth. “Can I wash you darling?” He asks, leaning down towards you to kiss your neck. “Even though I can tell you already did, I don’t mind. You smell delicious, it makes me wanna take you right here.”

“Then do it, take me right here.”

“So goddamn desperate baby. Wait a little, we will get there, I promise.” Danny drags the washcloth over your collar bones and arms. He turns you to face the shower wall. You hear the wash cloth be thrown out the door and two hands are replaced on your body. His hands drag over your hips and around to the front of your stomach. The anticipation was killing you. His large hands are brought up to your chest as he cups your tits giving them a light squeeze. He pulls you back and presses you against his stomach.

“Fuck Danny.” You feel his dick press against your ass as he grows harder.

“I know darling, tell me about it. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours.” He whispers into your ear, squeezing your tits harder making you wince.

“I’m thinking about how bad I want you to fucking touch me!” You snap at him.

“Little Miss shy girl isn’t so shy now, is she? She's getting very mouthy with me.” His voice is low and pierces right through you and your core.

“Danny…” you whine out, aching for more.

“I am touching you babydoll. No need to whine like a pathetic little baby.” He chastises you, still with a firm grip on your chest.

“You know exactly what I want Daniel, and you’re not fucking giving it to me. Just give it to me, God.” You push your ass back onto him harder, forcing a groan out of him.

You take his moment of weakness to turn around and plant a feverish kiss to his soft, pink lips. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in so your fronts are pressed together. His hands rest on your hips, slowly slithering them around to rest them on your ass.

He pulls away from the kiss making his way to turn the water off, very quickly. He guides your hips as you step out of the shower together. You reach for a towel when suddenly you’re scooped up draping over his shoulder. He walks out of the bathroom over to the king sized bed.

He throws down onto the bed, as you're still dripping wet.

“Danny, I’m still we-”

“I thought you wanted me to touch you so bad?”

“I do…” You say as your confidence is faltering.

“And I’m about to grant you your wish darling, just relax for me yeah?” Immediately after he is done speaking his fingers are gliding through your slick folds, teasing around your entrance.

You let out a gasp when you feel him make contact with your cunt. He moves his fingers up to your clit making quick, tight circles on it.

“Is this what you do to all the girls you bring back Danny? Tell them to get in the shower, sprawl them out on the bed and fuck them, then tell them to leave. You made me feel special Danny, or am I just like every other groupie?” You say in a testing tone, staring up to him.

“Oh babydoll, you’re just like them. Same driver, same card left out, same routine. But you yourself you're special. You drove me crazy seeing you in the crowd. Show me why you should be treated differently y/n. What makes you so special?” Swiftly inserting a digit into your soaked pussy.

“You say that to make me feel like I’m the same, but I know damn well if I was just some other girl you wouldn’t have made it as secretive. Because those girls are disposable to you, you fuck them and go not caring who knows about the girls. So why am I being kept a secret? What makes me so different Danny, tell me.” You reach down to his stomach, feeling his happy trail on the way down. You firmly grasp his cock and slowly stroke it.

“Fuck.” His head falls forward and his free hand that wasn’t inside of you, reaches out to roll your nipple between his knuckles.

“You like that?” You taunt him, trying you best to gain your dominance back.

“I do. But you know what would be so much better?”

You peel your eyes open awaiting his response.

“Have my cock in that smart ass mouth of yours. Finally put it to use other than just being mouthy.” With that Danny grabs your hair and motions you to the ground. “So show me y/n, show me what makes you as special as you think you are.”

You immediately accept his challenge, guiding his dick into your mouth. You wrap your plump, kiss-swollen lips around his length and begin to bob your head up and down. You stroke what you can’t fit in your mouth with your hand, your other hand reaching around to grab at his ass pulling him closer to you. You hear an animalistic groan release from the depths of his throat.

You release his length from your mouth and let it slap against his stomach. You cup his balls with your hands and slowly lick them and trail back up the shaft, pressing a kiss into the tip. You go directly back to sucking him, taking as much of him as you can, and you can feel his body start to shake above.

“Darling, slow down. I- I won’t last if you keep going like that. Fuck.” His hands grasp onto your wet hair, throwing his own head back in pleasure.

You take him out of your mouth and pump him with your hands. “Is this how you react to all the other girls, can you not last long with anyone Danny? You just fuck them until you’ve had your fill and leave them hanging?”

“No, not at all angel. I always make sure my girls are satisfied. But you are getting so much more than that, you know why?” He looks down to you with his perfect brown eyes.

“Why?” Kissing his dick while waiting for a response.

“Because you're different. I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t want to. Usually I take the girls that throw themselves at me. I noticed you, I wanted you. Now I finally have you, so I’m going to show you why I brought you here tonight.”

He pulls you up by your hair again, placing his large hand between the valley of your breasts, pushing you back down onto the bed. He leans back, taking a look at your soaking core. “So wet baby, I barely did anything. You like me telling you you’re special?” He swiftly slaps your wet pussy, on instinct your body tenses up and you bring your legs back together. “Yeah, my special babydoll likes that, don't you? You like being praised. Spread those perfect thighs for me again.” He gently pries open your thighs, once again revealing your wet cunt to the chilly hotel air.

He reaches to the drawer next to the bed and pulls out a familiar square foil.

“Danny you don’t need to use it, I’m on birth control. If I’m fucking you I wanna feel all of you.” He grins and throws the foil back into the drawer.

“What a slutty girl. You want me filling you up with my cum? Or are you lying and not on the pill, you trying to have my babies, darling? You probably love the idea of that don’t you?”

“I’m not a crazy chick Danny, although having your babies has crossed my mind before.” You give him a playful wink before pulling him into a kiss. Your moment of bliss was soon interrupted by his cock being shoved deep into your pussy.

“Oh fuck Danny. You’re so fucking big.” Your back aches away from the white sheets beneath you and hands clawing onto his back.

“God you’re so wet for me baby. Did sucking me off get you soaked? You did such a good job, almost made me cum before you started to smart mouth me.” His right hand grabs your jaw and opens your mouth. Having any time to react he spits straight into your mouth, closing it right after and sealing it with a kiss. “Now keep that mouth shout, unless it’s those pretty little moans coming out.”

His hands return to the sides of your head as he begins to slowly work up the pace of his thrusts. He was hitting all the spots perfectly. He was made for you.

“Danny oh my god, don’t stop please. You feel so good.” You moan out before biting onto his shoulder.

“Oh fuck y/n. You’re gonna be the end of me. You feel so fucking good around my cock darling.” His thrust became hard and more precise. He is quickly learning what little spots on your body make you lose it. He grabs onto your tits for leverage as his cock pistons in and out of you. “Tightest little pussy I’ve ever fucked, babydoll.”

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen darling. I saw you in that little slutty top of yours tonight. You were probably hoping I would see them pouring out, huh?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Danny.” You try your best to keep your voice steady. But you knew exactly what he was talking about. You kept checking throughout the show making sure your tits were scooped up enough, hoping he would see.

He saw right through your lie. A sudden slap was struck across your cheek. “Tell me the truth y/n.”

“Why were you even looking? For all you knew I could have been 17 or something.” He looks at you with a knowing look. “Or did you know how old I was Danny?” He looks away with a guilty look on his face. “Did you find my insta?”

“Why would I look at your insta, I didn’t even know your name.”

“That’s what you say. You wanna start telling the truth Danny? You made it very clear earlier that you had seen me before. So start spilling.”

“No thanks, but I’ll spill my cum into your pretty pussy y/n if you shut up and let me fuck you.” He begins to sink back into you but you quickly stop him needing to know the truth.

“No, tell me now. I want to know Danny.”

After a moment of staring each other down waiting for the other to speak Danny breaks the silence. “Yeah I found your insta so what. Doesn’t change the fact that you had your tits out for me tonight does it?” “It doesn’t. I’m sure you didn’t mind though, did you?” You let your fingers travel into his hair, feeling all his wet curls.

“I didn’t mind one bit. But I wanna see them better, babydoll.” He quickly wraps a hand around your back and flips you on top of him, now straddling his cock. “Get to riding baby, unless you don’t wanna get filled up.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” You sink down onto his dick, starting to slowly move up and down on his length. Your tits start to bounce right in his face, before he leans forward and connects his mouth to your hardened nipple. He lays back down and grabs your hips, and begins to bounce you harder and fast down onto his cock.

Being filled was an understatement. You felt like he was overflowing your cunt. You always assumed he would be big but this was something else. The noises escaping your mouth was something you wouldn’t wish anyone to ever hear, but based on Danny’s facials he was loving every minute of it.

“God damn y/n, you sound so fucking pretty for me.” His hands grip tightly on your hips, beginning to thrust his own hips up to meet yours. “You want it harder babydoll, I think you can take it.”

“Yes harder Danny please I need more.” You whine to him, grabbing onto his shoulders for leverage.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re such a whore begging for my cock. You do that for all the other guys you're with or is mine just too much to handle?”

“Just-” He gives a particular powerful thrust knocking the air from your lungs, “-you. Just you, Danny. So big…” Your head falls back in pure ecstasy.

“Aw I know baby, tell me about it.” He says in a whiny voice that makes you feel some sort of way. “Your taking my cock so well, such a good fucking girl.” As the hard thrust continues your hands make their way from his shoulders to his throat.

His eyes widen at your movements and quickly shut after your fingers tighten around his neck.

“Fuck y/n. Such a kinky girl. If I would have known you would be tied down to this bed right now.” His eyes are so dark now they almost look black.

“Not too late for that Danny.” You say squeezing his throat with your hand a little tighter while simultaneously clenching around his cock.

“Mmmm, tighter.” He whines out. You have no choice but to give him what he wants as you tighten your grip even more. You really take a moment to take in the situation at hand and soon enough…

“Danny, I’m so close.” You speed up your movements on his dick, searching for your release.

“Me too, darling, me too. Just keep going so I can fill you up with my cum. I wanna see it leaking out of you.”

That was enough to push you over the edge. With a few more bounces you were reaching your climax, screaming Danny’s name for the whole hotel to hear. A few short moments later, his climax follows. Curses and pornographic moans are flying freely, if anyone walks by the door they would know exactly what was taking place.

He leans you back onto the bed, once again hovering on top of you. His hands trail down your body, all the way to your pussy. Two fingers quickly shove into you with no warning.

“I told you I was gonna fill you up, but it looks like this tiny little pussy of yours can’t handle it all. I’ll help it back in for you, does that sound good?” He curls his index finger up into your g-spot, giving him the response he wanted.

With a few more pumps he retracts his fingers from your soaked pussy and brings it up to your mouth. “Open.” Opening your mouth for him he pushes his finger deep into your throat. You close your mouth around the finger, letting him pull it out with a pop

“You taste so good Danny, makes me want more.” You reach your own hand down to your core, swiping a digit in between your folds, and licking up whatever cum you collected.

“Fucking hell y/n. You’ve gotta be the hottest girl I've ever met.” You’re both still trying to catch your breath, your chests both heaving.

Danny rolls over and collapses by your side, he turns his head to look over at you. “ I have a fun little idea, if you’re down of course.”

Your eyebrow quirks up at him, interest piqued. “What did you have in mind?”

“There's a sauna downstairs, I’d love for you to join me.” He gives you a soft smile.

“Are you just trying to be nice or do you actually want me to join you?”

“I wouldn’t be asking you if I was just trying to be nice. I would have just sent you home with an uber.” He reaches an arm around your waist pulling you into him. “Plus I really have liked our night so far darling. I don’t want it to end just yet.”

“Well in that case, I’d love to join you.” You smile back at him.

He takes a moment, studying your features. “You’re so beautiful Y/n, even have the most gorgeous smile. I could see it from all the way where I was sitting on stage.” He sits up off the bed and lends you a hand to get up.

“I don’t know what to wear though, I don’t have a bathing suit.” You accept his hand, allowing him to pull you up.

“Just put your bra and panties back on and walk down in a towel.” He reaches into the bathroom and puts a towel on the bed. You put on your strapless bra back on and slip into your thong. You watch as he covers his lower half with the fluffy, white towel.

You reach for yours on the bed wrapping it tightly around your torso. You both quietly walk together to the sauna.

Once you arrive, you walk into the humid and steam-filled room. Thankfully the sauna was empty, you didn’t want anyone seeing you in just your tiny thong.

You sit down on the wooden benches, Danny sitting right beside you. You let your muscles relax and let your eyes close on their own accord. As you lean against the wall behind you, you feel a large hand grab onto your thigh.

“You look so fucking sexy. You should take another layer off darling, the door is locked.” Danny reaches a hand behind you, swiftly unclasping your bra off your chest. You can’t help but let your jaw drop with how fast he was able to undress you. “Better pick that jaw off the floor darling, or else I’m gonna have to use it for something else.”

Your legs squeeze together hoping to get some type of friction. Your core was already soaking your panties that you only had on momentarily. Danny stares you down, waiting to see what your next move would be, but you couldn’t be the one to break.

“Fuck it.” Danny grabs your neck and pushes you down onto the wooden bench. He doesn’t even bother to pull your panties off of you. Instead he pulls them to the side giving him a view of your already wet pussy. He drops his towel and leaves no time to line himself up with your cunt. He slides into you, making you moan in satisfaction.

“Shit Danny, that's right, fill me up. You’re so big.” A devious smirk washes over his face, before grabbing your ankles and placing them on his shoulders. The new angle allows him to get even deeper than you thought possible. You feel his tip brush against your cervix.

“Oh, God. Right.”He thrusts into you. “Fucking.” Another thrust. “There.” You were quickly crumpling beneath him.

“Who’s making you feel good baby, tell me.”

“You.” You whimper under your breath.

“Say my name fuckdoll, who’s making you feel good?” He slaps his hand on your outer thigh.

“Fuck Danny you, you make me feel so fucking good. You fill me up so good oh fuck-” Your words were feeding him, and his pace was becoming sloppy. You knew he was nearing his end. “Yeah, cum in me Danny, fill me up with your cum. Need to feel it again” Your pussy clenches around him, making his hands clutch around your ankles harder.

After a few more thrusts, loud sinful moans fill the hot room. Your waves of pleasure shortly followed Danny after he unloaded in your pussy.

Once you come back down from your highs, you just simply look at each other without even saying a word, both rendered speechless.

“God y/n. How am I gonna move on from this night?” He says through heavy breaths, taking your ankles off his shoulders.

“How are you going to move on? I’m the one that should be asking that.”

“Like I said before, I’ve had my eyes on you y/n.” Danny grabs your towel and bra, placing them back around you. “Let’s go back up to the room.” He lends you a hand off the bench and leads you quickly back to the room in hopes no one would see your barely clothed bodies.

After returning to the room you begin to grab your outfit from the concert and cloth yourself, preparing to get an uber and leave.

“Why would you wear that to bed?” He says to you as he begins putting on sweatpants.

“Well I’ll change when I get home.” Danny gives you a confused look, which makes you realize what he is implying. “Oh- did you want me to stay? I assumed you just brought me back up to get my shit and leave. I was gonna get an uber.”

“I’d like for you to stay y/n. Unless you have somewhere else you need to be.” He says beginning to walk over to you.

“I mean I was supposed to be home tomorrow but home can wait.” You place your bag back onto the table and stand in front of him.

“And don’t think you’re going to be leaving without me getting your number first.” He scolds you with a pointed finger and raises his eyebrows. “Come join me in bed now, babydoll. I’ll get you something to wear, but first…” Danny walks over to his bag, grabbing a sharpie and uncapping it.

He brings the sharpie to your poster, checking off the last unmarked box. “Now all of your list is complete.” He walks over to one of the drawers and reaches out a GVF shirt and boxers. “You can wear these if you want, and keep them.” Danny crawls into bed, and you quickly follow him after changing into the large shirt and boxers.

You crawl into bed, not understanding how this was all real.

“Hey Danny.”

“Yeah.”

“Thanks for tonight, I would argue it was better than the concert.”

“I would say that too babydoll.” He wraps his large arms around you pulling you in tight. “Good night, angel.”

“Good night, Danny.”

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Chapter 23: And So It Begins!

Summary: Prowls first puzzle... Aw...

I walked in that morning with a large smile. I really wanted to see what Prowl would think of puzzles. I didn’t doubt it would take some time for him to figure it out, but he was smart. If he could figure out doors then he could figure out this. It was just a picture that had been cut into pieces. Putting them back together was a pretty simple concept. He’d get it eventually.

“Hey, Prowl.” I called as I approached the tank. “I got something for ya.”

He slipped out of his nest and followed me along like he always did now. Just the glass wall between us. Still silent and pressing as close to the glass as he could. Rising with me as I climbed, puzzles and his breakfast in hand. Then he jumped up onto the stand when I came up the last few steps. I set the boxes behind me as I sat down. Prowl settled across my lap.

“Alright first of all ya need breakfast. Then I’ve got something I want to show ya.”

Prowl never moved from my lap, but he ate absentmindedly when I shoved the fish in front of him. It was like he had no interest in eating anymore, and only did so for Blaster and I. If anyone else tried to feed him he’d just ignore it. I guess it was kind of the same thing that happened with Barricade. Prowl was worried and tried to get him to eat and so now he didn’t want us to feel how he felt or something. It wasn’t exactly a comforting thought, but at least he was eating. I would hate to see him being force fed like Barricade had. He’d probably find a way to escape or even hurt himself with it eventually if he really wanted to give up.

I sighed when he poked at the bones. I tossed them each over my shoulder and onto the floor below. I’d pick it up later. Right now Prowl was far more important than the floor and if some fish bones were going to be a distraction then they needed to go.

“Ok you’re done. Now then This is what I wanted to show ya.”

He barely glanced at the box. He had no interest in it at all, but hopefully that would change. I carefully opened the box and poured the contents where we could both reached it. It was a small one, but starting with the simple 75 and 100 piece ones was better than giving him a hard one and expecting him to get it. It would be like giving a fourth grader trig problems and expecting them to understand it. If you don’t have any prior knowledge on a subject then you can’t just jump right in. This puzzle was of a grassy meadow with flowers and a kitten in the center.

“And this right here is a puzzle. Ya remember what I was talking about yesterday, right? Of course ya do. I talked about puzzles until ya were probably thinking of shoving me into your tank to get me to shut up.”

Prowl just watched me flip over the pieces until they were face up. Still no interest. At least he was watching. That was something.

“So the point of this is to put all the pieces together and make the picture that appears on the cover of the box. See? That right there is what we’re going to make with all of these. It’s time consuming to find what pieces fit, but it’s fun. Ok so I’ll start and ya can just join in whenever.”

I doubted he’d get it from just the explanation anyway. So I started fitting some of the pieces together. Prowl didn’t even seem the slightest bit interested until the picture started coming together. I had a bit of a ‘U’ shape going on by this point and Prowl lifted his head up a little.

“See?” I pointed to the picture on the box and then the scattered puzzle. “Ya get it now? It’s neat, right? I figured ya would like something like this.”

I ended up finishing that puzzle on my own. At least he seemed a little curious now. So I slid that one back into the box, kind of folding it in half so it would fit. I’d take it apart later. I pulled over another one and dumped that one out and started on it. This one was a little Disney movie puzzle. It was the desert in Aladdin with one of the cave of wonders scenes. I started putting it together. Nearly all the pieces looked the same. Just a golden color of the sand. I had a few pieces together when Prowl moved. My face split with a grin when he picked up one of the pieces to look at it before setting it back down. He looked over the mess of pieces, his eyes darting about like he was looking for something. Then he started sliding some of the pieces over to one side and I didn’t care for the reason too much. He was doing something and this was a big step. I didn’t say anything though as I didn’t want to spoil it. It took me a while to realize that he was separating and putting together the edge and corner pieces. He had the frame done rather quickly that way. Yep. Smart. He already had a strategy down. Then we started filling it in. I felt a spark of pride at our first finished puzzle.

“Well I think we’ll get this one framed for ya. A little line on the bottom saying Prowls first puzzle. What do ya think?”

As expected he didn’t really give me a response to my joke though I didn’t care. Nothing could ruin my mood right now. Prowl was doing something. So I folded that one and returned it to the box before bringing out the next.

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portraitdelajeunefilleenfeu · 4 years ago

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alt 103.5 and hayley’s insta stories on 3/27/21, re: atlanta, georgia - brand new eyes tour, 10/27/09

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imaginesga1ore · 3 years ago

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Loves Harsh Reality

Summary: Life is a bitch.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse

Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”

Word Count: 1780

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

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Life never treated you well. Not even when you were just an innocent child, trying to navigate your way in this terrible world. You were forced into a cold and unloving organization that was run by people who don’t really give a shit that you were only 2 when they stole you. They never treated you like a human, more like a laboratory experiment, which kind of went haywire. When you were brought in, the sleaze running this entire operation stripped you of everything you had so far, which was only a name you had just barely begun to learn, and they assigned you a number, much like a court case; experiment 973. And that’s what you went by for the next 23 years of your life.

The day you were rescued from that deranged and psychotic place was...hectic to say the least. It began like any other day while you were their little pet; get woken up at the ass crack of you don’t know when, test out your powers until you physically passed out and then get ungracefully woken again only to be forced to use your powers. This continues for hours on end before these assholes make you go fight actual people in hopes that you aren’t lacking in physical strength. You fight until bodies start piling up and when your sadistic handlers are satisfied with your progress, as if you haven’t they haven’t been training you to take down monsters bigger than Goliath himself. But something wasn’t right and you could feel it in the enclosed space of your cell.

While you normally had a rough awakening by someone poking, prodding, and eventually yanking you out of bed, nobody was there. In fact, there wasn’t even a peep from the cells neighboring yours. That was until you heard multiple gunshots and multiple bodies slumping against the floor. See, the thing about HYDRA is that they’ve trained you for this exact moment but every single ounce of training they’ve ingrained in your body and mind left the building completely as you hunkered down against the wall furthest from the thick, metal door barricading you from the outside world.

Suddenly, the door you were just measly standing behind came crashing down, dust from the unwashed floor rising. After the dust settled, you looked up to see the poster boy of HYDRA himself, the Winter Soldier. “Steve, I’ve got a live one here. Female, looks to be in her mid-20s,” he whispered into his ear piece. He slowly moved closer, putting his weapon away as he noticed your frail body shaking from fear. “У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью?*” Shaking your head, the soldier stopped in front of you, kneeling next to you. “Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя?” Shrugging your shoulders, you made an attempt to look over at him. “That’s ok. How long have you been here?”

“двадцать три года*,” you said, a bit of hesitation in your voice, finding it hard to speak after decades of being punished if you spoke out of turn. As you finished speaking, you heard another voice, one which you assumed belonged to this Steve person.

“Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда,” Bucky said, standing back up on his feet. But you weren’t too sure about this. Along with your training, your handlers had pushed on you the notion that the Avengers, and anyone associated with them, were out to harm you, always, and that’s why you needed to be able to defend yourself.

“Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня,” you asked, clear hesitation towards the soldier who was about to grant you freedom from this hellhole.

Bucky looked at you with sympathy drawn over his features. Shaking his head, he gently grabbed your hands, a shiver traveling up your spine at the coolness from the vibranium arm. “Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда.”

-TIME SKIP-

It had been a few months since the Avengers had rescued you from HYDRA and you were beyond grateful that Bucky had stumbled upon you that day. But the fear that HYDRA had instilled in you about being near the Avengers was still running rampant in your system. Whenever someone knocked on your door, or came up behind you, your fight or flight instincts kicked in like that of an animal in the wild. You thought it’d be better by now, considering you have been going to therapy since coming to the compound. But today, all your frustrations came to a head.

You probably should’ve been in bed considering it was 4 in the morning but you needed to burn off some steam. What you failed to realize was that a certain super soldier was sitting in one of the boxes above the training center, watching your every move. But, him being a super soldier meant that he could pick up on more than you realized. Bucky had noticed that blood dripping onto the floor, which came from your terribly wrapped hands.

He knew you were on edge, but not like you were when he first got you out. By the time that you realized Bucky was in your presence, it was a bit too late. You felt a hand on your shoulder; two seconds later you had the body attached to the arm on the floor, your other arm extending towards their throat, keeping them pinned to the floor.

Once the haze cleared, you could tell who it was that you had down on the ground. “Buck? Oh my god.” Quickly pushing yourself off of him, you started pacing the gym floor. “Fucking shit. I am so sorry Bucky. I-I didn’t mean to do it. Are you ok? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” You kept rambling and pacing until Bucky stopped you, stepping in front of you to stop you from wearing a hole in the floor.

“I am fine, кукла. Are you ok? Your hands are bleeding.” Looking down, you saw the streaks of red coming out from under the tape on your hands. “Let’s go get you fixed up, ok?” Nodding, you followed Bucky out of the gym and towards the medical center. “So, what’s got you going at 4 in the morning anyway?”

“I couldn’t sleep. No matter what I tried. I even tried that tea Wanda suggested. By the way, don’t drink it. It tastes like dirt.” Bucky chuckled as you sat on a gurney, grabbing supplies from the cabinets. “What are you doing? Shouldn’t we wait for, you know, a doctor, or an actual medical professional to come in and do this,” you immediately questioned him.

“Do you seriously doubt my suturing skills? I did serve in World War II, so I’m pretty confident that I know my way around a needle and thread,” he said, carefully unraveling the useless tape from around your knuckles, taking a look at the damage. “Yeah, this’ll probably take a little bit, but don’t you worry, Dr. Barnes is always here to help.” Bucky smiled at you, calming your nerves the tiniest bit.

After prepping and numbing you properly, Bucky began stitching your open wounds shut. “So, do you wanna talk about why you couldn’t fall asleep? Talking might help, at least it usually does for me,” Bucky asked, not taking his eyes off his work in progress.

“I, uh, I keep having nightmares. They went away for a bit, when I could actually sleep for the night, but for some reason, they’ve come back,” you admitted quietly, almost like it was a dirty little secret.

“Well, you’ve only been here a few months so I wouldn’t expect your nightmares to just instantly go away. It took me a few years to actually get a good night's sleep with them waking me or anybody else up. So I know exactly how you feel,” he said, finishing up before wrapping your hands in sterile dressings. “And you are all set. Now, no excessive force, which includes going to the gym at 4 in the morning and working out like you are about to fight the Hulk.” You laughed lightly, shoulders loosening up.

“Why are you being so nice to me? I mean, you just stitched up my hands cause I got too into my own brain after I almost choked you when you could’ve just dropped me here and gone back to bed.” Tears filled your eyes once more, a thickening feeling surrounding your concerns.

Bucky sighed, gingerly sitting next to you on the gurney. “When I found you at the base, I knew it wasn’t going to be an easy ride for you. Or for anyone here really. Adding another member to the team can sometimes jostle things around. And I knew for a fact that you would feel like an outcast amongst some of the biggest heroes the world has ever seen...so far,” he said as you laid your head against his arm, wiping away the tears that had made their way down your face. “And I thought maybe, just maybe, if we became friends or even just acquaintances, that you wouldn’t feel so alone here. Cause I know exactly how that feels. And ever since coming here, I can see what I looked like when I was found; lost, felt like I didn’t deserve anything good or even deserving of love. But even though you hide it with a sort of tough exterior and you’re used to being trapped away, I can tell you something about yourself that you probably don’t even know,” Bucky said in a matter-of-fact voice.

“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.

“You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger. Cause that’s exactly how I feel right now.” At some point, of which you weren’t sure, Bucky had hooked his fingers under your chin, turning your face up to meet his. Your eyes finally met his, capturing the look of a pure and innocent love in his icy stare. He slowly leaned down, but stopping right before your lips collided. “Is this ok?” Quickly nodding, Bucky pressed his lips to your own, cupping your face as your injured hands made their way to his sides.

Pulling back, Bucky rested his forehead against yours. “Never thought that this is how we would have our first kiss, doll,” he said, making you laugh which in turn caused him to chuckle. “But, I’m not at all opposed to it.”

“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”

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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?

2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?

3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?

4. двадцать три года - 23 years.

5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.

6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?

7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.

8. Кукла - Doll

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muertawrites · 4 years ago

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Two Halves - Chapter Eighteen (Zuko x Reader)

Chapter 17

Word Count: 2,200

Author’s Note: Shit’s hitting the fan y’all - not just in Two Halves but in everything else as well. I’m formatting this and ignoring all the impending doom swirling around me by drowning it out with Disney move soundtracks.

You wake before Zuko the next morning, which isn't hard considering you barely slept. Toph arrives under the cover of early dawn, the sky just becoming gray as her ship lands on the palace grounds; you meet her without your husband, as you never got the chance to tell him she was coming the night previous.

“You didn't have to rush out here,” you tell her, clutching her hands in an anxious vice. “It's not safe.”

“When have I ever cared if anything was safe?” she scoffs. “Sparky clearly needs help protecting you.”

The words are delivered with sarcastic wit, but her fingers shake in your palm.

You decide you won't tell her about Qiang’s threat - you don't want to give him reason to hurt anyone else. Instead, you tell her that the palace is under constant, heavy surveillance, and that you're still unsure who exactly is conducting the strange occurrences that have plagued you or what their motives are. Not exactly a lie, but enough that you feel she won't be put in any more danger.

“Do you think you can even trust your guards?” Toph wonders, her arm clenched tightly to your elbow.

“Suki vetted every one of them herself,” you tell her. “But… we still don't know.”

As you walk with her through the palace, nothing feels secure - the servants that pass you all seem suspicious, the guards and metal benders that flank you all looking like strangers through the gaze of your fear. Anyone could be working under Qiang; the thought of being so unsafe in your own home, even with the people you trust most beside you, makes you ill to the point you feel dizzy.

“Zuko should be up,” you blurt. “Why don't you spar with him before breakfast? I’ll meet you.”

Toph’s brow furrows with unease, her grip on your bicep becoming tighter.

“Are you okay?” she asks.

You nod, but don't bother to put on a brave face.

“I just feel a little tired,” you reply. “I didn't sleep very well last night.”

Again, not a lie.

Toph considers this for a moment, no doubt gauging your pulse, then concedes, letting you go with a firm, nervous squeeze.

“Okay,” she says. “We’ll stay close.”

When you see that she goes without incident, you sweep through the corridor, hastily making your way back to your own, personal bedroom, and locking the door behind you. For a moment, you stand staring at the threshold, considering pushing your vanity or wardrobe in front of it to barricade yourself in.

Your vanity. Your wardrobe.

It sinks in that you haven't been alone in this room since you returned from Ember Island; you moved your belongings into Zuko’s room, opting to sleep next to him and making plans to convert the room back into a sunroom. You pace the floor slowly, inspecting the bed and its thin, billowing canopy, the windows and their gorgeous views beyond lightly veiled curtains; had you stayed in this room, they'd have been switched out for heavier ones in anticipation of winter, but they remain, letting in cool air that chills the dormant space. Dust has gathered on the deep, glossy wood of your vanity, your fingers leaving streaks in their wake as they run along its edge. You pull the single drawer open as if by instinct, something catching in your chest as its only remaining contents slide out from the shadows.

A single pai sho tile - the lotus.

On its side, so minuscule you can barely make it out, is a series of addresses; you discovered the markings one night while nervously toying with the gift from Iroh, finding various locations around the world listed on the piece after inspecting it under a magnifying glass. You told no one of this, not even Zuko, knowing deep down that it was something Iroh meant only for you. Your fingers trace over the address in the Imperial City - a pub by the name of Ichigo’s.

Without a second thought, you dash to the trunk at the foot of your bed and pull a cloak from its depths - the one you and Zuko used to navigate the city unnoticed during your wedding celebrations. You strip out of your ceremonial robes, folding them neatly in the space where the cloak was and replacing them with your traveling clothes. You thank the spirits for the cold weather as you pull the cloak tightly around yourself, making sure it obscures your face before leaving the room once more.

In the corner of your bedroom, there's a hatch; it's hidden under a false floorboard, beneath a thick rug, and leads to tunnels that wind in a labyrinth below the palace. Zuko explained that they've been there for hundreds of years, known to very few select people within the palace walls as an escape for the royal family should the need ever arise.

“It's how we hid when Aang invaded the Fire Nation,” he told you. “It's where I confronted my father and left.”

You raise the hatch from its disguise, slipping into the hole it forms in the floor with a single candle, the lotus tile, and the knife with which Qiang intends for you to kill your husband. In a matter of seconds, the board and rug fall back into place, and you slip from the palace in the dark, the entire world above unknown to your disappearance.

The streets of the Imperial City are unfamiliar to you, but you make an effort to walk with sure steps. Your face is well hidden under your cloak, shadowed by the gray gloom of a silver sky, but it isn't as if anyone is curious enough to slow and peer beneath it; the air is brisk, and people rush past you in a haste to get where they need to go, back into warmth.

Ichigo’s is on the fringes of the city, resting on a small hill beside the docks amongst a cluster of other businesses; together, they form a small alley and marketplace, its shops and stalls either shuttered or lit with hanging burners to fight off the winter cold. As you approach the bar, climbing over a set of wood steps that creak and shift under your weight, rain begins to fall.

The inside of the bar proves much more welcoming than its surly exterior. In one corner, a fireplace burns with a wide, open hearth, a set of thick logs crackling cheerfully within. The paneled walls are decorated in an array of tapestries and promotional posters for other local businesses, and the tables that span the room are cozy and intimate, seated with cushions and placed atop tatami mats that buffer the rough wood floors. The bar itself is also quite quaint; only a few feet long and hosting about four seats, its shelves of liquor bordered by a twinkling string of lanterns and a small, handwritten message board announcing the day’s kitchen specials. What catches your eye, however, is the cluster of pai sho tables against one wall, the one farthest occupied by an elderly man in a white robe; you approach him tentatively, taking the seat opposite him and bowing respectfully under the guise of your hood.

“Are you interested in a game?” the man asks. His voice is kindly, his mouth spreading into a grandfatherly smile as he speaks. “I don’t often find strangers willing to play against me.”

“A game would be nice,” you reply, unsure what exactly you’re doing but knowing this man must be the reason Iroh sent you here. “Do you mind if I play with my own lotus tile?”

“Not at all,” the man accommodates. “I too have my own set of tiles.”

You reach into the pocket of your cloak, placing your lotus amongst the tiles set up on the game board; the man observes you carefully, leaning in to get a better look at the piece you’ve brought with you.

“Do you mind if I see that for a moment?” he asks. “The craftsmanship is exquisite.”

You nod, allowing him to take the piece. He turns it over in his fingers, running the pad of his thumb over the intricately carved design and holding it up to his face, inspecting it with great discretion. A nervous flicker tickles your stomach as he traces over the sides of the tile, no doubt finding the inscriptions on its surface.

“You’ve been sent by a friend of mine,” the man finally states.

“I believe so,” you respond. “I’m in need of some help.”

“Then you’re in the right place,” the man says with a grin. He stands, handing the lotus tile back to you and ushering you to follow him. “Come with me. There’s another friend I’d like you to meet.”

Wary, you follow him to the side of the bar, where he lifts a heavy curtain and slips into a back room. You clutch the knife in your pocket tightly, discreetly, hoping you haven’t just made a grave mistake and gotten yourself in more danger. He takes you through the bar’s storage room, moving aside a tower of boxes to reveal a small door, held in place by a simple, secure latch; he snaps it open, leading you through a low archway that descends into the building's basement.

On the other side of the short passage, you find a tiny, yet nicely decorated sitting room - curtains hang from the ceiling creating a tentlike atmosphere, parted in places to reveal maps of the four nations hung on the walls. The center of the room is occupied by a large desk upon which many books and scrolls are scattered, and the air is heavy with the smoke of incense. Under the single lantern that lights the space, you spot the familiar face and humble stature of an older woman.

“Advisor Yong,” you gasp.

She stands in shock, pacing quickly over to you as you lower the hood of your cloak to reveal your face. She takes your hands in her own, clutching them tightly.

“My lady,” Yong breathes with as much awe as you addressed her with. “How did you come all this way? Are you alone?”

“Iroh gave her his tile,” the man who brought you explains. “I assume he sent her for her safety.”

“There are tunnels under the palace,” you add. “I told the staff I was feeling ill and snuck out. Nobody knows I'm here.”

Yong guides you to the table, sitting you down beside her and telling the man to fetch you a cup of tea. The time-wisened lines in her skin seem deeper than usual, creased by a frown that distorts her whole face.

“They'll be discovering that you're gone soon,” she says, “so we must make this quick. Has Iroh told you about his membership with the Order before?”

You shake your head, furrowing your brow in confusion.

“The Order of the White Lotus,” Yong elaborates, “is an ancient society that operates beyond political bounds. We come together to share ancient philosophy and knowledge, but since the war… we act as a sort of lifeline organization as well. Emergency aid for those who need it.”

“Iroh gave me that lotus tile when he was here for the wedding,” you tell her. “He must have known something I didn't because we’re in much more danger than we thought - Qiang threatened me. He wants me to kill Zuko.”

“Qiang…” Yong mutters. “He can't be the one behind this. He doesn't have the manipulative tact to convince so many groups to act according to his will.”

“He made it seem as if they were huge,” you continue. “He told me they had informants all over the palace.”

“He's a good liar,” Yong dismisses, though her expression remains concerned. “Intimidating, too; that's why he was the one to threaten you. But he isn't the leader. What did he tell you? When he gave you the order?”

“He said they'd kill my family. I don't want to lose anyone, but Katara and Aang…”

Yong nods.

“Aang is too important,” she finishes for you. “His death would devastate the world and put countless lives in danger. I promise, we won't let any harm come to them or anyone else.”

She stands once more, offering a hand with which she raises you up. She continues to clutch it, gripping you as if letting go means surrendering you to the enemy.

“I’ll call a meeting of our members within the city,” she states. “We have a few members staffed at the palace who we’ll ensure are at your guard. I’ll alert internal security and have them investigate Qiang immediately.”

The man returns, and Yong instructs him to leave the tea and accompany you back to the palace - as far as he can without compromising the security of the tunnels.

“Advisor Yong,” you say as you're ushered again through the passage and out the back of the pub, “we only have a week. Is that… do we have enough time?”

Yong’s eyes sweep your face, her pupils flitting back and forth as she tries to find the right words to say.

“I won't lie to you,” she finally answers. “I don't know. All I can promise you is that we’ll do our best. We reconquered Ba Sing Se with much lesser numbers than we have now - here's hoping those odds are still in our favor.”

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fortheloveoffanfic · 4 years ago

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Groupie

Shane Falco x Reader (A/n- The things I do at 1am. Idk if its any good. Also, I feel like it’s important to mention that I don’t know squat about about football, so every one of these terms came straight from google)

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Her bright, wide eyes followed him around the lush, green field, sectioned off with the distinct white markings. Her mouth hung agape in anticipation as she clutched her half drank beer tightly. It was easy for Y/n to identify him as Shane moved strategically around the field, not just by the bold number ‘16’ printed on the front and back of his bright red, currently grass stained, t-shirt, but also by his build, the way he carried the ball as he ran and really, just everything about him. She would know Shane from a mile away with the pouring rain blurring her vision.

Y/n’s heart thumped erratically against her ribs and she bit down on her lower lip, gnawing a little harder every time things got too close to being in the other team’s favor. The score was already neck and neck; the Sentinels only had a three point lead and the final quarter was dwindling down to the end. Just one misstep could have Ohio tying, or worst yet, taking the game home. And Y/n knew how that would go, the entire team would beat themselves up about it for months, and she hated the thought of them being down. Worst yet, she hated the thought of Shane carrying that with him; he put his heart and soul into each game, and would often spend far too much time thinking up alternate plays.

The losses were his, the wins were the team’s.

At some point, right about when the clock had ticked down to three minutes being left, Ohio took control of the ball again, and their running back nearing the end zone at an alarming rate. A chilly silence befell the mass of Washington supporters, mostly because everyone, herself included had started holding their breaths. The timer was growing closer to zero and that would be the last touchdown. Y/n swore that her toes curled in her Chucks and she was clutching the cold can so tight that it was hard to believe none of her beverage had spilt out. It was heartbreaking to even think that the Sentinels might lose. “Come on,” she whispered under her breath, buzzing in her place, too anxious to even think about taking her seat. Y/n’s jaw was clenched, and beside her, she could vaguely hear an older man literally praying for things to take a turn.

There were advantages to having lower level seats, the ones nearer to their field. One of them was seeing the action unhampered, everything unfolded before you, like it was happening, just for you. Box seats were great, but club seats, that was where nothing missed you. Everything was in real time; every pass, tackle and touchdown. Right there, before your eyes. That was what Y/n loved, and she was reminded of just then when the, happening so fast and in slow motion all at once, one of their players tackled Ohio’s running back, sending him to the ground, seizing control once again. The ball sailed through the air, and she gasped excitedly, when a familiar figure grabbed it in leap, bounding towards the last touchdown of the night.

Merely a handful of seconds had passed when a cheer of victory erupted around her, and Y/n joined them, jumping up with her hands in the air as Shane dove onto the grass, the commentator ecstatically announcing, “And Falco scores the final touchdown of the night, the Sentinels have taken this one folks! What a great game!”

Even as the team gathered at the center of the greenery, hoisting key players of the evening on their shoulders, and dunking coolers of Gatorade on each other, the fans kept chanting exuberantly. That time, when Y/n’s heart quickened, it wasn’t anticipation, it was from exhilaration. She wanted nothing more than to just bypass every barricade and security guard and just make a mad dash into a pair of bulky arms, planting a celebratory kiss on his lips, but Y/n knew she couldn’t, at least, not without chancing an arrest. So instead, she waited.

“Oh wow,” she gasped, looking around at the mess that was the locker room. Most of the clothes had been removed, along with the bags of the other players who’d already left, but there were still used, damp towels, forgotten jerseys and water bottles littering the benches and worn tiled floor. Men. “That’s gonna hurt tomorrow,” Y/n winced sympathetically, noting the darkening bruise on the shoulder of the man before her.

“Hurts right now.” At the sound of her voice, the only player left behind, the man of the hour and quarterback himself, Shane Falco, turned to face her. He was only wearing a towel, wrapped around his waist, most of his hulking frame deliciously exposed. There was an ice pack resting on his shoulder and his hair was still damp, though Y/n couldn’t tell if it was sweat from his shower. “What’re you doing back here?” He probed, an amused glimmer in his eyes and a bewildered smile quirking his lips, “There’s a rule; no ladies allowed.”

“Oh,” Y/n mouthed with a shallow nod, pushing off from where she was leaning against the door frame. Unfolding her arms, she absently tugged on the hem of her thin red t-shirt, bringing the scoop neckline low enough to tease wandering eyes with a nice view of the top of her cleavage. And of course, just like she expected, his dark gaze fell, right where she wanted it too. “No exceptions?” She probed innocently.

“Well…..” Shane trailed off for a minute as Y/n sauntered in his direction, swaying her hips as she inched closer. His eyes roamed her form, taking everything, starting with her smooth, exposed legs, then upwards to her tight t-shirt with his number printed across her breasts and her loose ponytail swept to the side, brining attention to the delicate column of Y/n’s neck. “I guess…..” he stuttered, clearing his throat, licking his lips, “I guess…..there could be one exception. Depends really.”

A breathless smile teased her pink lips and Y/n arched her brows, “Yeah?” She taunted, “Like, for a groupie. I mean, she’s a huge fan.”

Huffing a soft chuckle and looking away for the slightest second, Shane fought a wide grin, itching to get his hands on her. But he waited though, opting to look at her again, with a stare so intense and Y/n swore he would pounce at any given moment. “It could be arranged,” he reached to rub the back of his neck, wincing at the pull in his sore muscles when he did. “Especially if she’s hot.”

Y/n giggled, finally getting within reach, letting Shane reel her in with hands planted firmly on her waist, “You think I’m hot?” She smirked, mischief dancing her eyes as she looped her arms around his neck, pressing herself to his broad chest.

“Smoking,” he emphasized, large, calloused hands roaming her denim clad ass, brushing the hem of her faded shorts.

“Just smoking hot?” Y/n tilted her head, to the side and even on her toes, her height, especially in flats, was barely enough to meet his lips.

“Smoking hot…..” Shane bent lower, just so his lips would hover over hers, “Gorgeous, intelligent, sweet, looks great in my jersey and the best cheerleader a guy could ask for.”

Nudging herself closer to him, Y/n anticipated the moment where he’d finally lay his lips on hers. She glazed his features, drinking in every inch of his face. Her favorite face, the one she’d fallen in love with. The boyish smile, the bottomless eyes and that bit of hair that always framed his perfect face. “I’m not a cheerleader,” she quipped, her tone light and teasing.

“You’re my cheerleader,” he growled, capturing her mouth in a hungry, fervent kiss; his tongue glazing over hers in between moments spent with Y/n nibbling on his lower lip. He tasted exactly like you expected your favorite person in the whole world to, so sweet that stars danced on her closed lids and a distinct warmth spread bloomed in her chest. Her wispy fingers laced in his damp hair and she couldn’t help but try to close the inexistent distance between them. That was definitely her favorite part of a game. Well, maybe, post-game. “Thanks for coming tonight.”

“I told you, I’m a groupie. A good groupie doesn’t miss big games,” even when they broke, Y/n and Shane lingered contentedly in each other’s arms, not caring that someone could walk in at any given moment, catching them in the midst of breaking the ‘off limits’ rules. “Besides, I’m totally in love with you so…..”

“Oh you’re in love with me?” It was his turn to tease, earning himself a playful slap on the shoulder, “Well, it just so happens that I’m totally in love with you too.”

“Good,” Y/n laid her palm on the back of Shane’s neck, pulling him in for another feverish kiss. "I almost forgot," she sighed when they broke for another breath, "Congratulations on the game tonight."

"Thanks," Shane chuckled, going in for yet another kiss, that one intent on the crook of her neck, frowning when Y/n stopped him, "What? It's not like we've never done it in here before."

"Yeah, but don't you wanna celebrate with your team? They're probably waiting for you at the bar."

"They'll have to wait a little longer," smiling against her pursed, kiss-swollen lips, his rough, stocky fingers eventually reached between to undo the brass button of Y/n's shorts, "Cause right now I'd much rather be celebrating with my favorite groupie."

By then, the ice pack numbing his shoulder had fallen noisily to the ground, melting and unnoticed. Y/n's fingers toyed with the ends of Shane's hair, the other sliding forward to cup his neck, "Glad to hear it," she mumbled between kisses, "Cause I'd rather celebrate with my favorite quarterback."

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multifandomwhre · 3 years ago

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Loves Harsh Reality

Summary: Life is a bitch.

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Reader, Avengers x Reader (all platonic)

Warnings: swearing, mention of past/current abuse

Prompt: “You want what everyone wants. You want a love that consumes you. You want passion, and adventure, and maybe even a little danger.”

Word Count: 1780

Do not copy, translate, or post any of my stories anywhere you write stories, whether that’s here, Wattpad, or Ao3.

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-TIME SKIP-

“Oh yeah? What would that be,” you asked, quite curious as to what he may have found out.

“I’m glad. Now let’s get out of here. I’m tired.”

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1. У тебя все нормально? Я ведь не бил тебя дверью - Are you ok? I didn’t hit you with the door, did I?

2. Меня зовут Баки. Что у тебя? - My name is Bucky. What’s yours?

3. Это хорошо. Как давно ты здесь? - That’s ok. How long have you been here?

4. двадцать три года - 23 years.

5. Хорошо. Стив дал мне добро, чтобы мы могли убираться отсюда. - Ok. Steve gave me the go ahead so we can get out of here.

6. Ты ведь не сделаешь мне больно, верно? О-или убить меня? - You aren’t going to hurt me right? O-or kill me?

7. Конечно, нет. Я вытащу тебя отсюда. - Of course not. I’m going to get you out of here.

8. Кукла - Doll

I will also be posting this on my other blog, @imaginesmcu. This is a very, very late submission to @sweeterthanthis ‘s “Quote Me” challenge.

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queenbirbs · 4 years ago

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on this winter night with you | Ethan Ramsey x MC

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x MC (Sloane McTavish)

Summary: Ethan attempts to decorate his apartment for Christmas and worries himself into the ground about it, as per usual.

WC: 1.8k

Warnings: alcohol mention

Notes: Takes place during book two. Title from Gordon Lightfoot’s “Song for a Winter’s Night.”

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“This looks stupid,” he mutters to himself for what might be the fortieth time.

Still, Ethan can’t resist reaching out and shifting the small pile of presents again. As if another inch to the right will suddenly make them fit in amongst the other decor on his mantle. They should be in their traditional place under the tree, but Jenner nearly consumed an entire bow when he turned his back. And with how much time he wasted watching wrapping tutorials on his phone -- twenty-seven minutes, according to the video length and the amount of times he replayed it -- he doesn’t have the energy to deal with that again.

Especially when he’s spent so much of the afternoon fighting with the lights. When he pulled them from the dark tomb of his guest bedroom closet, they were wrapped neatly around a divider -- thanks to his dad, who gifted them to him years ago. Somehow, in the short trek to the living room, Ethan managed to tangle them into an incomprehensible mess.

And there went another sixteen minutes.

He has studies published in several dozen medical journals; he wrote his own textbook before the age of 27; he’s been the keynote speaker at the North American Diagnostics Conference for two of the past five years. But Ethan doesn’t even want to know how long he struggled with wrapping the lights around the tree, before he realized he could just pull the damn thing away from the corner. After wrestling it back into said corner, he plugged in the cord. Only to find that the lights were set on some bizarre, rapid blinking pattern that he couldn’t seem to switch off.

There must be a joke out there about a doctor reading a wikiHow article on how to set up a Christmas tree. He sure isn’t laughing, though. Because for all his troubles, his apartment looks like the set of a low-budget holiday special.

“This looks stupid.”

From the floor, behind the makeshift barricade around the tree, Jenner grunts in agreement. Ethan bites back the sigh that begs to form, figuring that he’s met his quota already. It’s irrational to be nervous about something so trivial -- it’s all tinsel and plastic pine needles, after all. But that’s not counting for what’s at the bottom of the box on the coffee table. Which is why he wants this to be perfect. Which is why he should stop worrying over the decor and see to dinner.

He’s only gotten to slicing the tomatoes when Jenner races to the front door.

“--the state with the worst drivers, I swear,” Sloane says to no one in particular as she opens the door. “I read an article about it in The Atlantic.”

Bundled up in her coat and his scarf, she shakes the snow from her hair. Fat drops of ice plod onto the rug. She bypasses the coat rack and drapes hers across a barstool, then dumps her bag and scarf onto the island, muttering all the while about Massachusetts drivers. Her heels clatter to the floor as she kicks them off and moans in relief. It should be silly that, despite the panic he feels at her early arrival and the slight annoyance at the mess she’s made of the foyer, he’s still hit with that familiar pang of affection for this woman. He likes being on this side of the fence when it comes to their relationship. The side where it’s just the two of them, with no workplace rules or curious onlookers to spy on them. The sex is fantastic, don’t get him wrong, but there’s something thrilling about the domesticity. He certainly wasn’t ever able to say that about his other relationships.

Now, if he could emit any sort of verbal greeting from where he’s frozen in place at the counter.

“You’re early,” he declares, wincing at the lack of subtlety.

“Patient transfer went without a hitch. Must’ve been one of those Christmas miracles I hear so much about. So Naveen said I could head out.”

Sloane pops open the fridge and pulls out a bottle of wine. Passing behind him, she gives his hip a quick squeeze before locating the corkscrew. She glances up through the curtain of her hair at him and grins, reading his nervous energy as easily as a book. He’s never been good at hiding much from her which, looking back, was probably for the best. “I texted you.”

“I… you did?”

Popping the cork, she shoots him another look as she pours them each a glass. He takes his and tries not to seem too eager to have a sip. Reflections on the bottle pull her attention from him and to the odd light show playing in the living room. Ethan watches as she rounds the couch and lets out an amused chuckle.

“What’s with the textbooks?”

“Jenner kept trying to eat the ornaments. And the tree skirt. And the tree.”

“Most people get those weird, little fences.”

“I’ll get a ‘weird, little fence’ next year.”

“Don’t. I like it. It’s very…” she tips her head to the side, as if she’s assessing an art piece and not the Great Wall of Oxford University Press, “...you.”

“Thanks. I think.” Coming to stand beside her, he gestures to a plastic storage bin on the coffee table. “I didn’t have a chance to hang the ornaments yet.”

“Good. We can do it together.” Bumping her nose against his arm, she drops a kiss to the fabric there, and then another on his jaw. “After dinner, though, because I’m starving.”

Leaning down, he hauls her close with his arm around her waist and captures her lips with his own. After a long, long moment, he pulls away and lets them both catch their breath.

“Me too,” he says, grinning when she rolls her eyes at his antics.

“Yeah, I got that. C’mon, you take care of the main course and I’ll handle dessert.”

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“Isn’t this supposed to accompany dessert?” he questions as he reads the label.

“Hush. It’s Christmas Eve. We’re both adults with high-stress jobs working on a veritable sinking ship that we’re choosing to go down with.” Sloane ticks off the reasons with her fingers, though she only gets as far as those two before he passes the bottle of Marchese dell’Elsa to her. “And it’s Christmas Eve.”

“You already said that.”

“Enough backtalk.” She uses her stern voice, but the effect is diminished by the sleeves of his sweater sliding back down over her hands. “It’s time for the best part.”

Reaching into the plastic bin, she pulls an ornament free from the tissue paper. It’s a green, silk ball, shot through with a gold stitching that’s coming loose. Ethan thinks it’s old enough to be his paternal grandmother’s. A woman he has few memories of, but the ones he has -- orange parquet floors, low, throaty laughs, and the spicy scent of menthol cream -- are fond. Sloane moves over to the tree and settles it near the top.

Frank Sinatra’s Christmas album and the hiss of the gas fireplace accompany them as they make slow work of emptying out the bin. Glittery snowflakes and chipping snowmen hang amongst the cheesy doctor phrases his dad insists on gifting him.

“Aww look at you,” Sloane drags out the word as he lifts out one of the last ornaments. Crafted from popsicle sticks glued together, the makeshift frame holds a glossy picture of Ethan clutching a first place trophy for the fourth grade science fair. “What was your project?”

“A lemon volcano.”

“That’s so cute. Mine was on the different decomposition rates of plastic in fresh versus saltwater.”

“Nobody likes a braggart,” he mumbles, prompting a laugh from her as she snatches the ornament from his hand and hangs it dead center on the tree.

She turns back to rifle through the bin for any small baubles they may have missed, only for her to lift out a gold key tied with a ribbon. Confusion draws her brows together as she inspects it. Though he despises hyperbole, he can’t deny the near-feeling of his heart in his throat. He gulps down what’s left in his glass and sucks in a breath. Sloane moves to place it on the tree when he reaches out to stop her.

“No, wait -- it’s… it’s for you,” he manages to stutter out.

She shifts to face him.

“What?”

“This year has been challenging. Probably the hardest and most grueling in a long time.” Ethan rubs his palm along his jaw, unable to suppress the smile that comes with his next words. “But you -- you made it all worth it. I can’t help but be thankful that I’m here with you, at the end of this awful year. And I know that we don’t know what’s going to happen with the hospital, or where we might be next year, but I don’t really care about any of that right now.”

And hadn’t that been a revelation, that the career he’d spent a decade dedicating his life to cultivating had fallen to the wayside when it came to his future with Sloane. Because that’s what he wants, at the end of the day, at the end of this mess. “Having you here with me -- I’ve gotten used to it. And I’d like for you to continue being here with me. If you want to, that is.”

Her green eyes are wide as they flicker from his face to the key and back again. The lights shimmer against the auburn waves that have come loose from her bun. She clears her throat and gives her head a little shake, as if waking herself from a daydream.

“I -- what are you saying?”

“I’m saying that I lied about needing to donate my clothes. I mean, I am still doing that, but the reason wasn’t just for a yuletide cleaning. I was making space. For you to move in with me.”

He steps forward and settles his hands on her waist, kissing her once on the forehead. The smirk appears on his face, unbidden. “I thought I was being pretty obvious, what with leaving the top drawers empty and moving my suits to the guest closet.”

“I thought you were going to embrace the leather jacket look you picked up in Brazil and expand your wardrobe beyond grandpa sweaters and khakis,” she serves right back.

Ethan rolls his eyes at the dig.

“Big talk for the thief currently wearing one of these so-called ‘grandpa sweaters.’”

Sloane snuggles close, right into the space where she fits so well against his chest. Her fingers trace over the key.

“My answer is yes, by the way.”

The confirmation warms him, right down to the center of his chest. Or maybe a little to the left. Cupping her face, he slides his lips along hers, sighing with content when she deepens the kiss.

“I’m glad to hear it.”

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Author’s notes and what-have-yous:

Another fic that’s mostly dialogue? Absolutely unheard of from me. Another fic that should’ve been posted in a timely manner? Yet here we are, day after Christmas. Oh well.

Was the hospital talk vague enough for it to be obvious that I… haven’t exactly finished book 2? I got to chapter 14 and then work hit me like a category five hurricane for two and a half months, so I haven’t gotten a chance to actually play the last few chapters. I’ll get around to them eventually.

Also: the Atlantic article is fake, though MA did receive the worst driver award back in 2014. As of 2020, Massachusetts was rated as the best for drivers (using data from 2017 through 2019).

Happy holidays and warm wishes to everyone still chugging through this wild, wild year.

#Kaila writes things #ethan ramsey #ethan x mc #ethan ramsey x mc #open heart #haven't posted in a while so we get to play the age old game of will this show up in the tags #ooh how fun #f: on this winter night with you

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detectivesplotslies · 4 years ago

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Take Me To Your Leader

Oumota Week 2020 - Day 4: (Mutual) Pining / Promise

Description: Kokichi has captured an alien, so he claims! Kaito doesn’t believe him! Elementary school friends au. Word Count: 1366

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“You did not capture an alien!” Kokichi kept skipping ahead, as the taller boy followed him out onto the sidewalk. This was the third time he’d declared that since they left the playground where Kokichi had made his announcement to everyone. It had mostly been met by giddy excitement, boos or disinterest from the others, but no one had challenged him on it. No one else, that was. Only Kaito Momota, the boy who always got into arguments with their teachers on every topic in any textbook, especially science. Apparently they weren’t teaching them enough for him. “Oh yeah, what makes Kai-chan so sure I didn’t? Have you caught an alien? Are you an expert?” Kokichi called back without turning to look at his classmate, grinning the whole time. There he was, in his Spider-man shirt and spiky mess of purple hair, and a frown on his face. “No, but…” He paused and shot back, “Where would you even be keeping it?!” Where? Oh he knew a place!

Kokichi spun on his heels and bounced right up to Kaito, eyes big and bright, hands up to his chest in little fists, Kaito almost stumbling into him. “You wanna see where?” “I- what?” “I saaaaid, do you want to see where I’m keeping it?” The taller kid squinted down at him, tilting his head a bit. He was definitely thinking about it though. Hardly sure about it anymore, huh? “...Yeah I guess, I’d like to see where you would keep it. If you had one. Which you don’t!” He puffed out his cheeks and crossed his arms. “Aw well, if Kai-chan is gonna be like that then I won’t.” The smaller kid turned tail and went back to skipping away, only to be stopped two steps later with a hand on his shoulder. “Kokichi wait-” “Yesssss?” Kaito looked at the ground and wrung his hands together. “...Okay maybe you did capture an alien.” His tone sounded like he was reasoning it out, it wasn’t a fact yet, but could be. Kaito’s hands fell to his sides and balled up in fists.“You happy now? Will you show me?” When he looked up Kokichi had his pointer finger to his lips, and tapped them thoughtfully. “I dunno, seems awfully convenient-like. What if you’re trying to steal my alien?” “I’m not gonna steal your alien!” “Okay, how about this,” Kokichi started, lowering his hand and pointing at Kaito. “You promise to close your eyes until I say you can open them again, that way I know you can’t steal my alien since you won’t know the way back!” His impish little grin returned. “Kaito Momota is no thief! I promise,” he declared, holding a fist to his chest and closing his eyes then and there. The smaller boy blinked. Right now? He waved a hand in front of the spiky haired boy, and no reaction. After a few more seconds, he added, “Well? Is this good?” Well, looks like we’re doing this. “Perfect!” Kokichi grabbed him by the wrist and took off in a run down the sidewalk. Behind him Kaito stumbled, his stupid flip-flops clattering as he tried to keep step. Despite his protests, when the leader peeked behind him the boy’s eyes were still scrunched tightly shut even whilst dragged. The two of them wove around pedestrians, the gremlin in front cackling with laughter at each time his blind passenger apologized for bumping one. He was oblivious to the disapproving looks the pair were receiving even with the attempted niceties. Kokichi stopped only once, to wait for the light to change for them to cross the street. He was not going to risk that, even if it’d be funny to see him jump at the car horns.They reached the park, and started across the grass, bouncing in springy steps. “Hey, where are we going?” “Shhhhh, you said you wouldn’t look!” “I’m not!” Kokichi yanked him towards the wooded area off to the side, and ducked, pulling him square into a low hanging branch. Face first Kaito bounced off it with a thwack! “OW!” “Aw okay, I believe you now, Kai-chan!” “YOU DID THAT ON PURPOSE!” His free hand covered his mouth to stifle a snicker, before chiming back innocently, “Did not~!” Then to the contrary of his claim, the boy pulled him through more leafy barricades, ignoring the sputtering and grumbles as he pulled him deeper into the woods. Carefully he picked his way past the bent hiking path sign, long overgrown and rusted over. Up the former path was the old forgotten rest point, a worn down brick building covered in graffiti and scratched odes to bad date nights in the woods for local teens. One last time, Kokichi checked to be sure that Kaito wasn’t looking, before speeding back up and taking him inside, tugging aside the makeshift curtain door where the old one was off its hinges. He stopped in the center of the little room, the place barely more than a shed in size but decked and done up in all his treasures, and released his captive’s wrist. Kaito’s arm dropped and his expression looked surprised a moment. “We’re here?” “That is classified information,” Kokichi tuts, as he quietly circled the other boy. He’d made it the whole way without peeking but… what now. Despite his claims, this liar was fresh out of extraterrestrials to materialize for this persistent space nerd. He was rich in plenty of other things though, from snacks to collectibles, from wires to plants. He glanced around then back to Kaito, standing there with his hands on his hips now, chin out and nose up, like a hero ready to be awarded some medal. So ridiculous. Then an idea struck, staring up at that face. Silently he crept to the side, to a potted houseplant, rescued from a windowsill one frosty morning, and plucked a big wet leaf. He shook it a bit, and then seemingly satisfied with it, snuck back towards his guest mischievously. Now this will do it! He took a step right in close to Kaito’s side and stuck the tip of the leaf right into his upturned nose. The reaction was instant. The yelp, the eyes opening and and the hands up to his face. “What the heck Kokichi?!” Luckily Kokichi expected that, and yanked it right back, dropped the leaf and stepped onto it. He put on a big pout. “You scared it away! I told you not to look ‘til I said so! Silly Kai-chan, the alien just wanted to probe you a bit! How rude of you.” “Rude of me? That was NOT an alien! What did you even-” He stopped, and blinked, finally seeing where they were. The little run down building was barely a shed, but it was stacked top to bottom with things. Kaito could see boxes upon boxes, and around them 7 different convenience store mascot standees, sticks of every shape and size, and the ceiling was strung with enough wind chimes and bells to make up a full percussion section. “WHOA. Where are we?” “Top Secret,” Kokichi said quickly, squinting at the other. “Alien confinement cell. You’re gonna need to replace it since you aided in the escape, you know.” The taller boy didn’t seem to hear him at all, walking towards the nearest box and rummaging through. Touching all of his things. It only took a moment for Kokichi to scurry over and grab him by the elbow before he could take out a toy race car fully. “Heeey paws off!” “You have so much stuff, is this like, your secret base?” “You don’t have the clearance to know that!” “Ah c’mon, Kokichi! Look, I promise I won’t tell anyone,” Kaito said, dropping the car back in the box and turning to him all serious. There he went again, promising. The last one though, it had gone pretty well hadn’t it? The smaller boy’s expression changed, looking him over a long silent moment. “Fine, but I’m gonna have to swear you into secrecy. Can’t have all the inter-galactic secrets spread around school.” “AWESOME! You won’t regret it!” “Already do,” Kokichi lied with a dramatic sigh.

#oumotaweek #oumotaweek2020 #kokichi ouma #kaito momota #oumota #my writing #my content #ndrv3 #kids #childhood au #no spoilers just hijinks #alien #fic

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mycroftinthemindpalace · 4 years ago

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♥️♥️ MARLOS + “You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac.”

Prompt from @hersilentlanguage - thank you! I put in a short reference to “She Painted Fire Across the Sky” towards the end. :)

It began innocently enough. Carlos came racing into the room looking for...something (in the end, neither could remember what rudimentary item he’d needed in the first place.) They’d checked all the usual places – backpacks, desk drawers, Jay’s pockets – then they moved onto Tier 2 of possible locations – underneath mattresses, stashed inside shoes – and as they’d both begun thinking that it may be time to consider searching the Tier 3 locations (neither had given voice to this thought, Tier 3 was Serious Business), Mal’s eyes caught on something.

Something purple.

Something that had led a multiple day, all-hands-on-deck, Tier 3 search with no results.

Something that was not Carlos’s.

“Carlos.” The boy’s head popped up from underneath the sink, colliding with a pipe on its way. He rubbed it gingerly, his eyes wide with cautious hope that Mal had found the...whatever it was they’d been searching for.

The look he received surprised him, and sent him scrambling what little distance he could away from Mal. Mal was seated on her knees in the middle of his and Jay’s dorm room, which had been all but destroyed in their search. Chaos reigned in every direction around her, though Mal herself had created a buffer zone, about two feet around her in every direction, that was completely clutter-free. Beside her was Carlos’s box of scraps ‘n’ things. (It’s proper title, written in Evie’s perfect handwriting along its outside.) An unusual sight in and of itself, as all but Carlos were expressly forbidden to touch the box, lest they dig too deep and impale themselves on a random shard of metal. Had Carlos seen her remove the box from beneath his bed, he would have insisted he be the one to search it, even though he was confident that whatever they’d been looking for was not in there.

Carlos wished that had been what happened, because then Mal wouldn’t be glaring at him from the center of the room, the tips of her pointy ears turning red as a dark flush spread across her cheeks. Maybe she had impaled herself. If that were the case, Carlos wasn’t to blame. She knew not to touch his box.

Carlos’s stomach clenched as Mal, moving painfully slow, lifted her hand to reveal a familiar purple pen, a dragon keychain twisting on its cap, dangling between her fingers.

For a moment, Carlos did not realized the very real danger he was in. “Why were you looking through my stuff?” He asked.

“Why did you have my purple pen?”

That...was a good question. Carlos remembered the day the pen vanished – they all remembered the day the pen vanished. Mal, who did not believe in luck, had had a History of Heroes test that day, and she could not take it without her pen. Not because she was superstitious, she insisted. She was a creature of habit. “Since when?” Jay had snickered, until Mal’s glare shut him up. She just wanted her pen, because it was hers, and she liked it, okay? And, Hades, stop grinning, it’s not funny, just start looking!

So they’d looked. After an two hours and one missed breakfast, they’d found Evie’s golden sewing needle, Jay’s biology homework, and Dude’s red collar, but not a purple pen. Realizing that Mal was now in danger of missing the test entirely, Evie suggested that maybe she’d misplaced it, she could borrow one of their pens, and she should probably get going. Mal insisted that she had not misplaced it, someone had taken it without her permission, but she took one of Carlos’s boring black pens and left in a huff. When she got her test back, with C+ written on it, she told them it was definitely because she didn’t have her purple pen but not because she was superstitious or anything, geez, guys.

So they’d looked a second time. Carlos found a new pack of tic-tacs, Evie found a fashion magazine, and even Mal found a few missing sketches, but they were signed with purple ink and just seemed to be taunting her, so she threw them out and left. (Evie picked them out of the trash and carefully smoothed them, then hid them on her side of the closet to return at a later date.)

The third search was the longest and most invasive, and very nearly broke them all. It was two days before Mal’s next test, and she needed her purple pen this time, you guys. They all agreed to get a good night’s sleep and come in refreshed, with positive attitudes and sharp eyes, the next morning. And they did, but their positive attitudes could only last so long in the face of such adversity.

The pen was nowhere, and they had searched everywhere. The girls’ room, the boys’ room, the hallway; they’d barricaded and scoured the cafeteria. They did not check the library, as they all knew it wouldn’t be there, but, otherwise, no stone of the campus ground was left unturned.

But, apparently, one box had been.

“You said,” Mal started, her voice dangerously low. “You swore that there was no chance it was in your box. I wanted to check, Evie wanted to check, but you said you’d never touched this pen and it couldn’t possibly be here.” She shook the box with her free hand, the one not holding the damning evidence up high.

“I...I...” Carlos wracked his brain, trying to figure out how in the world the pen could have....

Oh no.

“I didn’t,” he said. He gulped, then raised a shaky finger towards the bed. “But he did.”

Mal’s eyes widened. “The dog? You’re gonna blame the dog?”

Carlos nodded. “Dude did it.” He stood up on shaky feet, his hands held out in front of him in a gesture of peace. He pried the pen from Mal’s hand, then placed it on the ground in front of Dude. Then he stepped aside so Mal could witness the crime scene reenactment.

Dude blinked up at them sleepily and yawned. Mal raised an eyebrow, unimpressed, but Carlos waited. Then, slowly, Dude poked at the pen, stood, stretched, and picked it up in his mouth. He trotted obliviously past Mal, deposited the pen in the box, then retreated back to his place under the bed to sleep once more.

“Ta-da,” Carlos said, throwing in a jazz hand for good measure.

“What...did I just witness?” Mal asked.

“I trained Dude to help me clean,” Carlos explained sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “He knows when the box is out, to pick things up and put them away.”

“Things?”

“Yeah... scraps ‘n’ things.”

Mal jumped to her feet, waving the pen at Carlos. “This is not a scrap! This is not a thing!”

“I know, but I didn’t do it!”

“But you wouldn’t let me check the box! You said it couldn’t be in there!”

“I didn’t put it there!”

“But if you’d let me check the box-“

“I didn’t want you to hurt yourself!” He yelled. “It’s got...pointy things in it. And metal. And... other stuff. I don’t really know what’s in there, actually.”

“Obviously.”

Carlos stared at the pen, refusing to meet her eyes. Without looking up, he reached into his pocket and retrieved a nearly-empty container of red tic-tacs. He upended it and shook until one fell out, which he promptly held out for Mal. “Sorry,” he said.

“You can’t make up for it by giving me a tic-tac,” Mal snapped, her eyes flashing. (Though she took the tic-tac.)

Silence echoed between them. Then, slowly, Carlos extended an arm. Mal frowned, her arms crossed stubbornly in front of her chest. Carlos shook his arm, his eyes averted. Mal rolled hers, then held out her hand beneath his. He shook the container above her palm until another tic-tac rolled out.

“Two tic-tacs doesn’t make it better, Carlos.” Then, “Everyone knows the proper apology for training your dog to steal your friend’s pen and then refusing to let said friend check your box of weird shit is three tic-tacs.”

The third tic-tac was in her hand almost before she finished speaking. She grinned, then popped them in her mouth. “You’re lucky they’re cinnamon. If they’d been peppermint, I’d have to refuse your apology.”

“Peppermint tic-tacs are gross.”

“Yep.” She swallowed the mints, then breathed in his face. “Smell good?”

He wrinkled his nose. “No.” He leaned down and picked up the scraps ‘n’ things box. “So what is the proper apology for insisting that you didn’t misplace your pen and accusing everyone of stealing it?”

Mal froze. “What?”

Carlos popped the last remaining tic-tac in his mouth, then bank-shot the empty container into the trash. “Yeah, you swore that you didn’t lose it, and said one of us borrowed it and lost it, but you left it on my floor where Dude found it. So what’s the proper way to apologize for that?”

“By not stuffing your ass in a fridge?”

“...Yep, that sounds right.”

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prairiesongserial · 3 years ago

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15.10

Val nearly dropped the piece of sheet metal he was holding when he heard the shotgun fire.

“Steady,” Enis said. He had to yell over the sound of the banging. And the welding. Val couldn’t hear himself think, but at this moment, that was alright by him.

“Okay, done, good enough,” Enis said, turning off the welding torch. “Find me something, uh, pointy. For the front.”

Val returned to where he’d found the metal scrap, but pointy was kind of a tall order. He dug through the pile, then moved on to another, then paused as he looked over the back wall of the auto shop. Hanging there was a hubcap with six inch spikes covering the lug nuts. Val took it down off the wall. Below it was an open tub of hundreds of them. Val put the hubcap in the box and dragged the whole thing over to Enis.

“Val, I could kiss you,” Enis said. “Grab some more hubcaps and start putting the spikes on.”

Val did as ordered, handing off each spiked hubcap as he finished it. He was tempted to watch Enis, but there wasn’t time to get distracted. He’d see what Enis had planned when he was finished. That, or the townsfolk would finally break through the garage door and they’d all die.

Val had completed five hubcaps before Johannes shimmied down the ladder.

“We are out of time,” Johannes said, throwing open the driver’s side door. “Torches down, let’s go.”

Johannes held the shotgun like a bat, his other hand in his pocket, impatiently jangling the keys.

Enis kept welding. The front bumper of the truck - and parts of the hood - were covered in spiked hubcaps.

“Enis,” Johannes said testily.

There was an arm peeking through a corner in the garage door that had been pried back. Another joined it, followed by a head.

Johannes marched forward, through the barricade of shelves, and brought the barrel of the shotgun down on the man’s head. Val winced. Seconds later, the unmoving man was dragged back through the gap by unseen hands.

“Val, get in the truck,” Johannes said.

Val didn’t answer; if he had, he would have sounded petulant. Instead, he climbed into the passenger’s side.

“Enis, seriously, it’s good enough. Any more and we aren’t going to break thirty miles per hour.”

Enis looked at Johannes like he was stupid. “It’s aluminum, not wrought iron,” he said.

“Whatever, time to go,” Johannes said. “Now in.”

Val scooted himself against the passenger side door, making room for Enis in the middle. He wasn’t going to sit next to Johannes, childish or not. He was burning up with anxiety just at the thought of sharing the cab of the truck with him.

Val wanted Johannes to be fucking with him about the whole sold you and Friday and everyone else to Hemisphere thing, but he’d seen the truth on Johannes’s face. It changed everything. When had Johannes decided he was going to go back on the deal with Hemisphere? Probably some time after Kill Devil Hills. God, maybe only this morning. Val had just trusted him - because Johannes was a mutant, too? Because he’d put a few hours into tailoring Val’s shirts, and Val hadn’t had to think about pain or bruising for the first time in years?

The worst part was, it made the kiss into something wrong.

Val hadn’t felt like it was wrong until now. He hadn’t felt the suffocating guilt that always followed creative interpretations of his vows, and that had scared him enough to put him back in his collar, to avoid Johannes, to not talk about it.

Johannes hadn’t even mentioned it - like it meant so little that it wasn’t worth bringing up. Val wasn’t honestly sure what he was more upset about - Johannes’s deal with Hemisphere, or bone-deep embarrassment of spending all day thinking that it was a meaningless kiss that Johannes wanted to talk to him about.

Johannes cleared some of the barricade out of the way, carefully stepping on the next set of fingers to encroach through the hole in the garage door. He joined Enis and Val in the truck and closed the door, paused, then turned the key in the ignition.

“Enis, in your opinion as a mechanic, what will happen if I ram the truck through the door?”

“Well,” Enis said. “I’m hoping it crumbles into pieces, leaving us unscathed.”

Johannes nodded appreciatively, then revved the engine.

The truck launched into the door. The crash of metal on metal made the worst sound Val had ever heard, but the door gave way after flattening most of the spikes Enis had welded to the fender.

The crowd outside scattered rather than end up under the wheels. Except for two of them. There was a man lying to the side, well out of the truck’s way, with both hands clutched to his forehead. Val craned his neck to try to see past Enis and Johannes, but he didn’t get a good look at the other man - just a glimpse of dark blood in the street.

The truck entered a hard turn and peeled away from the garage. The townspeople ran after the truck, and Val found that he still expected them to be fast, despite knowing that they weren’t really muties. The truck outpaced them easily. Val was turned all the way around in his seat, watching the distance grow between the truck and the townspeople, when Johannes slammed on the brakes, nearly putting the truck in a skid.

The road was blocked by a line of children. Penelope stood in the center, the baby still strapped to her back.

“Good thing you welded all those spikes to the fender,” Johannes said, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. “Oy - get back here.”

Val was already out of the truck and walking quickly toward Penelope. The adults would be closing in behind them in a few seconds.

Val stopped in front of Penelope.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said.

Penelope’s expression didn’t change, though her cheeks turned pink.

“How old are you?”

Penelope shook her head.

“Doesn’t matter. My friend Enis is from a town around here,” Val said. “His parents weren’t any good. They only saw him as something they could use, so they sold him for money. He ran away, and now he has a good family.” It was hard to say that the circus was good with a straight face, not knowing what Val knew now. “You don’t have to stay here. You don’t have to hurt people.”

Johannes leaned on the horn. “Are you proselytizing? Get in the fucking truck, Val.”

“You can come with us.”

The truck door slammed as Johannes joined Val in the road.

“That’s kidnapping, ketsele.” Johannes took Val firmly by the arm. “Your Catholicism is giving me acid reflux, now let’s go.”

Penelope stared up at Val.

“You hurt people, too,” she said.

Val felt Johannes tense beside him.

“How about this?” Johannes said, his tone dangerous. “Either you move your line out of our way, or we turn the truck around and run over as many of your aunts and uncles as we can on the way out.”

“How can you say that? She’s a child,” Val said.

Penelope raised her chin, looking at Johannes defiantly. “We’re willing to die for Monocacy.”

“That’s not what I said. Are you willing to sacrifice them?” Johannes asked, jabbing a finger back over his shoulder. “Dozens of them? Or are you going to move?”

Penelope’s eyes showed uncertainty, even if her posture didn’t.

“Whatever,” Johannes said. “Val, truck, let’s go.”

Val couldn’t even muster an “I’m sorry” - it felt ridiculous. He got back into the truck.

“You can’t drive through them,” he said.

Johannes turned the truck around in a sloppy three point turn. The adults of Monocacy were practically on top of them. Johannes revved the engine, his eyes glued to the rear-view mirror.

“Johannes - ”

“That’s up to the little cannibals, isn’t it,” Johannes said flatly.

Behind the truck, the line of children broke. Johannes didn’t hesitate before slamming the gas. Didn’t even change gears. He’d been in reverse the whole time, banking everything on the kids moving out of the way.

“Jesus,” Val breathed.

“You like that, preacher?” Johannes said. He kept his eyes glued to the rear-view mirror as he floored the gas, and he didn’t turn the truck the right way around until they were well clear of the crowd.

“Not really!” Val said, not quite catching himself before he fell into the habit of bickering. He was supposed to be mad - he was mad.

“Come on, that was pretty good,” Johannes crowed. The truck tore out of Monocacy, whipping past the colorful banners that had lured them in. “That was a con pulled off right.”

“Except you promised not to shoot anyone,” Val said. It was easy to forgive Johannes when he sounded like this, and Val didn’t want to yet.

“Oh spare me,” Johannes said. “As far as sacrificial lambs go, I’ll take the guy with the crowbar over you or me.”

“I’m also here,” Enis muttered.

“There doesn’t have to be a sacrif...you’re impossible,” Val shouted.

“Most of the time there does!” Johannes returned. “Most of the time it’s us or them, things don’t work out nicely, and when you can pull off something like this - where only the crowbar guy eats it - it’s a fucking miracle.”

“Why are you fighting?” Enis yelled suddenly. “What the hell is going on? Why are you weird?”

Both Johannes and Val fell silent. The truck flew down the road, approaching eighty miles per hour now that the brakes were fixed.

Val hadn’t understood how young Enis was until just now. Val had written him off as the third Madsen and Graves brother, just as capable in a crisis as the other two. He was embarrassed now, looking at Enis’s contorted face, at the shadows under his eyes and everything else about him that screamed he was miserable. Enis was a teenager. Younger than Val had been when he’d left the convent for Vegas. Enis shouldn’t have been in charge of getting the three of them out of the garage alive, and somehow, he’d still pulled it off.

Why wasn’t Johannes saying anything? The longer Johannes hesitated, the more the gears in Val’s mind turned.

He doesn’t have a lie ready, and he doesn’t want to tell Enis the truth.

Maybe Enis didn’t know about the deal with Hemisphere. Val couldn’t imagine the whole circus knowing all this time that at the end of the summer circuit, the four newcomers they sat around the fire with every night were going to be exchanged for a heaping pile of money.

But it couldn’t have been Johannes alone to sell him and Friday, John, and Cody to Hemisphere. If not all three brothers, at least Johannes and Ezra had been in on it.

“He kissed me,” Val said. He didn’t know why he was giving Johannes a way out of the conversation, except that even after this horrible day, he still wanted to. It was a funny feeling, boiling over with rage but still giving Johannes this olive branch. “Last night. Your brother’s a real jerk - he won’t even acknowledge he did it.”

“Jo, are you kidding me right now?” Enis said, rounding on his brother.

Val turned to look out the window. He didn’t want to see whatever look Johannes was wearing on his face. He didn’t want to know.

15.9 || epilogue 15

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zrtranscripts · 3 years ago

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Home Front, Mission 5: Peter’s Movie Nights (And Days)

Cinematic Masterpiece

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Hello, runners! Peter here, broadcasting from the gorgeous Princess Louise Theater, an independent cinema a few miles outside Abel. We're going to start working out in a minute, so whilst I'm talking, I suggest doing some light warm-up exercises. Jogging on the spot, stretching, anything that gets your heart rate up.

Right. So muggins here thought it'd be a brilliant idea to loot some cinema equipment for Abel movie night, but the moment I got here, the horde descended, so I've barricaded myself in the projection box and the auditorium is full of zoms. Although as long as there's a film playing, they're too fixated on the screen to come looking for me, but uh, I am trapped for the foreseeable. Still, I can think of worse ways to pass the time than watching The Fantastic Light Trip.

Do you remember this? The uh, sci-fi jukebox musical, came out a few years before the apocalypse. I know everyone made fun of it for having a totally nonsensical plot, but it ruled the box office for months! The Princess Louise actually hosted sing-along screenings, which um, even the zoms appear to like, clearly. Um, sorry. Anyway, uh, Janine thought it would help everyone who's in a similar state of stuckness if I used my impressive fitness experience to lead some Ministry-approved exercises, so let's start with a dance warm-up. Sam said if I plug this cable into – yep. [cable zaps] You should then be able to hear the music from the film when I press this button! Right. Get ready everyone, and dance!

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Well, that's not the first song I'd think of to soundtrack an inter-species dance-off, but yeah, I think it works. Er, kind of. I wanted us to watch the Fantastic Light Trip as a group. You cry with laughter at the Dance of the Seven Tentacles. You cry with, I mean, just cry at the ending. The song right before they go into hyperspace always gets me. I came to the cinema to bring people together and now everyone's apart. Except for the zombies, obviously. Well, they've got loads of company. Just because we're not in the same place doesn't mean we can't exercise together. We're a team, runners, even if we're far apart.

So now that we're all warmed up, let's do some jumping jacks. Right, you stand with your feet together and your arms by your sides. Then you jump, spreading your legs whilst you're in the air so that you land with them about shoulder-width apart. Now jump back to the starting position. Got that? Great. Now do it again, except this time, swing your arms up over your head at the same time as you spread your legs, then swing them back down as you bring your feet back to the center. Let's give that a go. Good job, runners! I assume. Let's keep it going.

If you're not able to jump right now, keeping your blood pumping with some dance moves is a great alternative. You could uh, walk from side to side instead of jumping, but keep up those arm movements and if you're the sort of person who likes a challenge, Janine, why not try spreading your arms and legs and moving them back to the center whilst you're still in the air? Right, now keep whatever you're doing up as long as you can whilst I turn the music back on for the next song.

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Nice work, runners! Tell you, you really jumped the hell out of those jacks. Oh, great, this is the feast scene. You know, where all of the um, the alien food starts singing. Um, I tell you what. Speaking of which, how's everyone eating? I know we've had to improvise ever since the apocalypse, but we have to be especially creative now. For example, I have several sacks of popcorn and, thank God, a jar of vitamins I happened to loot on my way here. Would be nice to have something green, but lately I’ve found it's healthier not to worry about having the perfect diet and instead just notice how the food makes me feel. And it turns out munching a little popcorn whilst watching a movie feels pretty damn good.

Still, it's gonna feel even better to kick back and relax after releasing some endorphins, so let's do 60 seconds of squats. Was that a band? Or have I just been indoors too long? Uh, anyway, right. Squats. So squats, they build your leg muscles, which is handy if you ever need to, uh, just thinking off the top of my head here, carry a popcorn machine up two flights of stairs. So start by placing your feet just wider than hip-width apart, toes pointing only slightly outwards. Now stretch your arms out in front of you. Look straight ahead so that will help you engage your core and maintain good form. So you now send your hips down and back until they're just lower than your knees, as if you're about to sit down in a chair, and raise yourself back up. Nice. That's it.

So we're going to do that for one minute, or as long as you can comfortably manage, that's fine, and that's going to start now! Excellent! I'm assuming you're all doing this great. Uh, probably need to just slow down. Don't get carried away. Right, we're 15 seconds down. So I want you to try to really sit into the squat, right? Don't lead with your knees, sit into it. Halfway there. Right. Remember to keep your thighs in line with your feet. Don't let your knees start pointing inward or go over your toes because you're gonna be feeling that burden now, it's gonna make you sloppy. Don't do it. Right, 15 seconds to go. Just try and breathe in time with the movements if you can. [loudly inhales and exhales] In, out. Keep on going, and we're done! Oh, perfect, this is the time for the space cadets to do their musical training montage. Right, you take a dance break, or if you're up to it, just keep on squatting. I think I had a T-shirt with that on for a while.

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: Yeah, I'll admit it. Before the apocalypse, I was pretty proud of my body. And also after the apocalypse for a while. Some strange body things. I'll tell you about that later. Um, but lately I've learned that the best thing you can do for your body is actually just have a good relationship with it. You know, at the end of the day, it really is the only thing that will ever truly be yours. We runners, we can get quite utilitarian about our bodies, so if something stops us using it to get supplies such as an injury, or again, I'm just thinking off the top of my head, a horde of zombies, that can really get you down. But I'm here to tell you to be kind to your body, even if you can't do exactly what you want with it right now.

So why not start by giving it some exercise? This next move is the extremely nifty chair dip. So first, locate an armless chair. I'll just give you a couple of moments. Oh, there we go. Oh, that one looks great. So that-that should be a chair without arms. I wasn't saying a harmless chair, but I definitely would prioritize a harmless chair over a harmful one. Right, so now perch on the front edge of it, hands gripping the edges on either side of you. Lovely. So put your feet flat on the ground a little way in front of you and then you slide yourself down off the chair, lowering further down and then back up again, really using your arms.

Right, I'm going to believe that was a good job. So if that is too much or if you're worried about the flexibility in your shoulders, actually, punching the air is a genuine great upper body alternative. You do have to be careful not to fully extend or or lock your elbows, but whichever exercise you're doing, you are about to keep it up for as close to a minute as you can, starting any moment... now!

Excellent! Okay, again, don't get too over excited. We've got a whole minute to get through. Ease your way in, keep on breathing in and out. 15 seconds in. If you happen to want to make these chair dips more challenging, you can extend your legs further away so they're actually taking less of your weight. See? Makes it much harder than you thought, doesn't it? And we're halfway through! You really should be feeling that burn in your shoulders. Now that burn is what lets you know you're actually doing something. You're stretching yourself, pushing it. Keep on pushing it, but breathe! Nearly done, runners. Just 15 seconds left, in and out. Keep on going. You're almost at that finish line. You can see it, you can taste it, and time's up!

Nice work, everyone. And now you can reward yourself with a nice relaxing bop as the alien queen leads her subjects in their beautiful synchronized dance, or you could keep doing those chair dips if they're feeling particularly good.

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: So The Fantastic Light Trip, it did get just terrible reviews when it came out, but I love that the marketing team like, genuinely leaned into that mockery and that's helped it become a cult classic. And you know, just like them, we've gotten used to making the best of things. You know, looking for the good in every situation. We're just gonna have to look a bit harder for a while. Here, for example, I've only got access to one tiny window and it's in the toilet. It's just big enough for me to stick my arm out and get some delicious vitamin D. And it just means I don't have to worry about SPF. [laughs] Oh, nice try, sun. No skin damage for me!

Course, not everyone's lucky enough to even have a tiny window, or a toilet for that matter. I'll tellyou what. If your situation feels overwhelming, which it might, sometimes the last thing you honestly want to do is exercise, so here's something I used to tell people who came into one of the gyms I was in when they were feeling low. Just concentrate on being in your body and the physical sensation of moving.

And with that in mind, let's raise our heart rates and our moods with some high knees. So we're going to march vigorously on the spot for one whole minute, just like those plucky space cadets out there. Aim to bring your knees to waist height with each step, and begin!

Yes, excellent! Although I did say waist height. No compromise, all the way up. Keep on going. 15 seconds down. Pump the arms, too. It's not all about the knees. There we go, the blood's pumping. Feel it! Halfway there, runners. Lift those knees like you're trying to impress your cadet leader, which in this context is me, and I'm not yet impressed! Keep on going, pushing it. Only 15 seconds left. Keep the core engaged, keep yourself upright, keep the breath and the blood flowing. Feel the energy! And we're done! Just in time for The Fantastic Light Trip’s romantic leads to do their, let's be honest, just gorgeous duet. So take a dance break, or if you're up to it, keep on marching.

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: [sighs] I know, I know. It's a bit silly, since it is a romance between a wide-eyed space cadet and an exiled alien prince. But it's just, The Fantastic Light Trip, it's so sincere. We're never sincere, and you can't help but root for them. At least, I can't. You can't see, runners, but the whole cast is on screen now getting ready for the big finale. They're all smiling and yeah, actually, it reminds me of something else that I tried to tell people when I was leading classes. Did you know that studies show that if you smile while you exercise, it genuinely makes you feel better?

And listen, I know, I know. Really annoying when someone else tells you to smile. Boy, did I learn that the hard way with Janine. Won't be doing that again in a hurry. But it really is different if you're smiling for yourself. Just trust me and give it a try. I mean, the last song from The Fantastic Light Trip, it's so uplifting. We're gonna have a cool down dance to it. And while you're dancing, I just - you don't have to - I just encourage you to smile. Because you are here, and you are alive, and you deserve to feel good. And yes, you smile too, Janine, if you're listening. No one can see you, I promise.

[film projector runs]

PETER LYNNE: [sighs] And here we go. It's the uh, the part where the alien queen and the leader of the cadets, they finally agree to work together. So all that remains is uh, just to assemble the hyperdrive. Turns out all you need to end an intergalactic war is 20 rousing song and dance numbers. Need to remember to mention that to Janine the next time she's brainstorming our defense strategy.

See, it's now the whole cast and they're together and dancing onto the ship. And you know, they really did have that much fun doing it and, and they're arm in arm. Or well actually, to be fair, arm in tentacle. But then the hatch is closing. Blast off. [laughs] Oh, brava. Well, that raised the spirits! I suppose that's gonna be all from me for now, runners, because I'm gonna have to go find another film before the credits finish rolling and all the zoms start looking for something a little bit meatier to entertain themselves, i.e. moi. So until next time, look after yourselves please, and keep on smiling.

#zombies run #zr home front #zrhf5 #peter's movie nights (and days)#zr transcript

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nika-the-hunter · 4 years ago

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House of Mist [Ch. 12]

Central Seattle Ruins. Pacific Northwest House Mist Territory +158 Days

Nicole walked the short distance between the old art museum and the nearest market. Despite the heavy rainfall that drenched everything, Nicole headed down the overgrown street with a pep in her step. Her brand-new House Banner was proudly wrapped around her belt, showing where she had pledged allegiance, and Rykis had painted the House sigil onto her breastplate that morning. Also, the night before had been nice, there were no complaints from the neighbors in the morning. It was not the first time they had been together, nor would it be their last.

As she approached the market, she saw that the House of Mist had strung up massive tarps, creating a shelter from the torrents of rain that came down over the old city. Nicole could tell the area it was in had been historical back before The Collapse; the brick buildings around her appeared far older than the steel and glass towers that surrounded the low open air market. Mist had been maintaining the area; the vegetation that had taken back almost every inch of the rest of the city had been cleared away, and the road visible enough that one could tell that this street had been paved with brick.

In the middle of the market street, House Mist had erected barricades around the hole in the road she had emerged from five months prior; but they did little to hamper the creek that flowed down the center line and into the old metro tunnels. Flanking the road on both sides, the market stalls were mostly all situated beneath the building's overhang. The architectural term that described the structure had randomly appeared in her memory after giving it a curious glance... It was an arcade, a covered walkway with a bunch of stalls.

The distinct lack of any real memory, but still being able to remember what things are, had consistently been disorienting. However, since the discovery of her cause of death had yielded no answers, there was nothing that could be done. It might even just be her Ghost beaming definitions and words directly into her mind without telling her. Maybe it was the Great Machine itself providing guidance on a whim.

Nicole walked through the market for the first time, and with the intent to actually buy something as well. Her Ghost had been stockpiling Glimmer on almost every outing they had been on; the strange glowing chunks seemed to just fall out of the pockets of the House Devils’ Eliksni whenever they went down. It was supposedly valuable stuff.

There were plenty of stalls selling old Human technology, but she was interested in some home-grown Eliksni gear. As she stood, without a ship, her Ghost was just about out of storage space in the weird digital realm that existed in her so-called 'backpack'. She needed one of those spheres that Rykis had.

Nicole window shopped for a bit, glancing through the various stalls, and still not finding anything she was looking for. Eventually, she approached an Eliksni sitting at a table near a pillar towards the outside of the market. A sign on the table said Information in English and scrawled beneath it were the words: I speak Human.

"Excuse me." She addressed the Eliksni in their own language. "Is there somewhere where I can buy some of your equipment? All that I see here is old Human salvage."

The Vandal glanced up at her. Their gaze going up and down over her armor. "Mm, you're that Guardian Viraks was talking about, aren't you? You speak well. If you are looking for our things, there are shops down below. Just follow the signs."

She looked back and could not spot the difference between a sign naming a shop to one giving directions. Bringing her attention back to the Vandal, "I don't yet have a good grasp on reading your language yet."

"Oh, well that sign there." They pointed off towards a sign with a few small arrows pointing every which way. "The bottom entry leads to a shop that might help. It's down the stairs."

"Okay, thanks for the help." She grabbed a small cube of Glimmer from a belt pouch and set it on the table. She was not sure if that was what she was supposed to do, but the Eliksni took the cube and pocketed it with a nod.

She headed down the stairs, going deeper into the old structure, and the building got stranger the further she went. The layout was almost organic with twisted side passages and walls. Old, abandoned shops occupied small nooks and crannies; most were truly original installations with their contents looted and shelves long emptied in the past. She guessed that not much down there was actually used by the Eliksni in the present day. Once Nicole passed through another doorway, she found an area that was much better lit. Big open windows lined the passage, looking west through an active shop and overlooking the former bay and crashed Ketch that sat in its salty water.

The shop she found was large, occupying three of the original suites on the west side of the floor. There were tables upon tables of Eliksni goods and technology. And she was not the only one there to shop. A group of young Eliksni were browsing the selection with bags of scrap, likely to trade with.

There were a few of the flying machines they called Shanks hovering around near the ceiling. They seemed to be keeping watch over everything.

Nicole walked into the shop and scanned across the tables. Her earpiece crackled slightly as her Ghost spoke into her ear. "Hey, need another eye?"

Glancing across the many tables and variety of pieces before her, she nodded. "Yeah, you'd know best what's compatible with my backpack thing."

Without a reply, her Ghost appeared with a flash of his trademark light. The Eliksni younglings seemed surprised at her Ghosts' existence. They chittered to one another in hushed voices Nicole could not understand. Ghost went right to work at scanning over every bit of machinery on the table, while Nicole broke off to wander the shelves.

She was finding that not being able to read the language was quite the hindrance lately. Many of the parts were labeled and she had no idea what they were. There were plenty of portable lights around shelves she was at, but those were the only things she recognized.

Getting reading and writing lessons from Rykis would be her next priority.

Across the shop, her Ghost let out an excited beep. "Found one!"

She turned around and headed back towards his position. Sitting on the shelf behind a few pieces of armor was a cluster of spheres in a variety of sizes. The largest was about twice the size of her fist. Nicole plucked one of the machines off the shelf, it fit nicely into her palm. "Will this one work for what we need it for?"

His eye gave a nod. "Yes, Nicole. We should be able to store pretty much anything besides a vehicle for the time being."

"Great, now... just to find the one who runs the shop." She headed up to the front of the shop and looked around for an Eliksni in charge. There were plenty of others here, but none seemed to fit.

One of the Shanks descended from the ceiling and approached her. This model was unarmed and where the gun would usually be was a container. A speaker on it snapped on and it spoke. "Ah the Niakin. Looking to trade for that now?" The voice sounded old and gravelly. Then the lid on the container opened “What have you got?"

She looked the Shank up and down. “Do I just put it in the box?”

“Let me get a look at it first.” The Shank tilted down to get a look at whatever Nicole was planning to give him.

Reaching into one of her belt pouches, she retrieved a solid chunk of Glimmer about the size of her hand and showed it to the drone’s camera. “Five of these?” If her math was right, compared to what she spent on that wood sheet a few months ago, this was an exceptionally large sum. Close to thirteen thousand units of the stuff. The rest was stored in her Ghost.

The Shank sat there for a moment, and its camera sensors blinked. She could hear the small servos inside whine and adjust for a moment. “Mmm that is fair. Not much for haggling are you Niakin?” They trailed off into a laugh. “Just deposit your Glimmer into the box, and I’ll process the trade.” Nicole nodded, getting curious as to what Niakin actually meant, and placed all the Glimmer she had into the box beneath the Shank. Her Ghost floated over and spawned some more to match the amount agreed upon. With the box filled, the Shank flew off and disappeared into a vent embedded high on the wall.

Another Shank with a different object where its gun should be descended from the ceiling. The shopkeeper's voice extended from the new Shank, and a small actuator extended a sticky slip of paper with a few small Eliksni glyphs on it, “Take this and place it on the sphere. It shows that you legally purchased it from my shop. None of the security of the market will bother you if they see it.”

She took the sticker and applied it across the side of the machine in plain view. "Thank you, I'll be back here in the future for sure."

"Sure thing, Niakin. Good trading with you." The Shank zipped back up to the ceiling, leaving her just as confused as to the meaning of the name with no time to ask about it.

Nicole glanced up at the cluster of Shanks and shook her head. Whoever ran this shop was strange. But she had what she was looking for and she placed it into the pouch that had once contained the glimmer. Heading out of the shop, she headed back towards the stairs. "So how long do you think that it'll take for you to integrate the device?" Nicole asked her Ghost, who had remained in her orbit.

"Not long, do you want me to work on it now?" He blinked his eye and flew closer to her hip.

"Mm, maybe later. Once we're out of the market for sure."

The stairs up to street level were different from the set that she used to get down into the lower market. She was now on the other end of the street from where she went in, on the other side of the hole she had emerged from when she was rezzed.

There was a group of Humans bartering with Some Eliksni at a cart across from the market. From the look of it, it was the Humans that were the people doing the selling. She approached when the Eliksni group had finished up their trades and left the cart. Colorful fruits and vegetables were piled high in wooden crates, all of which she knew of only in the vague shadow memories of words, and none of which she had seen since she had been resurrected.

“Hey, good morning Guardian!” The man at the cart gave her a wave. “Looking for some fresh produce?”

Nicole looked over all the crates with all the greens, yellows, oranges, and even purples. “I don’t know, where did this come from?”

“Oh, those ancient greenhouses up by the old university have really held up through all the shit.” He picked up one of the oranges. “My family has been tending to the site since The Collapse wiped out most of the local farms.” “I see... how much for... do you have a box with some of everything in it? I’ve not had any before and I want to give it a try.”

He gave her a nod. “Yeah sure. I can have Sam whip up an assorted crate for you. What do you have to trade for it?”

“I have some Glimmer, name a price.” Nicole returned the nod. The guy looked back at the other person behind the cart, Sam probably, and exchanged a few words. He picked up a crate they had been working on and set it before Nicole. “Ah, probably a hundred units.”

Since her pockets were empty, she looked up at her Ghost and gave him a small nod. He flew over and spawned a large chunk of Glimmer on the table they had extending from their cart. “That should be a hundred.” Nicole leaned down and picked up the crate.

“Sounds good,” he picked up the Glimmer and placed it in a machine. He was satisfied with whatever the machine displayed and smiled. “We’re headed up to Fort Discovery later. Been there yet?”

“Yes actually, I was just there yesterday.” Nicole readjusted the grip she had on the crate. It was not that heavy, just a bit awkward to carry. Her mind wandered ahead, plotting the best route back to the museum.

“Ah alright, I figure I’ll hear all about it from Athena when we get up there." He shrugged. "If you need more produce, we set up here almost every other day."

"I'll try a bunch and see what I like. Then we will go from there." Nicole gave a goodbye nod and headed off back to the museum.

Leaving the market, she left the safety of the tarps and stepped back out into the downpour. The path south was dark and grey, and the sunlight that made it through the clouds was diffused and dim. It was also still morning, so it was mostly blocked by the ancient skyscrapers.

Nicole left her hood down despite the rain drenching her hair and face. It felt good, it made her feel alive. Surrounded by bright green ferns and trees that stood out even in the dim rainy morning.

With a shove of her shoulder, Nicole pushed through the museum's double doors and raced up the stairs to Rykis' space. She dropped the crate just inside the work area and took a look around. Rykis had gone back inside his home pod and was asleep on his bed. They had been up late the night before, and the morning had started early.

She placed the sphere machine she had purchased outside on the worktable for her ghost to work on and headed back into the pod.

Unclipping her armor's straps, Nicole stripped down to her underclothes and slipped into the cocoon of warm blankets that surrounded Rykis. She wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled his shoulder. She was happy, things were looking up compared to the last five months under Acskis' scrutiny.

Maybe now she should go see other parts of Mist's territory, like that one Baron asked.

#Destiny #destinythegame #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Fallen #Eliksni #Guardian #Hunter

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gaiyofanfiction · 5 years ago

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Twisted Karnival - Chapter 2

Stray Kids x Reader

Horror/Thriller/Drama

Twisted Circus!AU

A/N: Ahh thank you so much on the feedback! It’s starting to get a little bit darker, so I hope you guys are ready! Hehe. Enjoy! ~Liz

Warnings: Mentions of seduction and kidnapping. Possibly more in the future. We also write for 0t9, so Woojin is going to be in this series.

Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and in no way represents the idols of Stray kids or JYP.

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“Ladies and Gentlemen, boys and girls! The show will begin in ten minutes! Please be sure to get your hands stamped so you can quickly make your way to your seats! Trust me, this is NOT something you want to miss!”

As the announcement rang through the loud-speakers, everyone rushed in a wild fashion towards the tent. Your friend grabbed your arm, pulling you into the large crowd. You pulled back slightly feeling a bit claustrophobic, but proceeded to follow the large crowd towards the tent entrance. The crowd moved fiercely, rushing towards the giant tent. You tugged back slightly feeling uncomfortable around all these pushing strangers. Your friend proceeded to pull you along as her eyes wandered the surrounding grounds. “Omg Y/N! A petting zoo!” Your eyes quickly shifted as your arm was jerked to the right. You looked back at the pushing load of people, feeling a sigh of relief. “A...petting zoo? Like.. for little kids?” You looked up at the sign and then noticed a few different cages lined up behind a small enclosed fence. “So? We are here to enjoy ourselves!” Your friend tugged your arm once more, quickly releasing it as she rushed the bunny cage. You roll your eyes and sighed. Your eyes slowly closed as the surrounding sound cluttered your mind. Suddenly, a man's voice fell over your ears.

“Chaotic, isn’t it?” Startled, you jumped forward, prepping your fists for battle. The man laughed, brushing his dark brown locks back. You stood in silence looking over the gorgeous man before you.

“Speechless? Hehe don’t worry cutie, I get it all the time. Do you like animals?” His brow twitched as he looked towards the presented creatures. You slowly turned the same direction.

“I...I do. My friend wanted to come over here before the show. And I’m not even sure if you’re even open or not… s...sir.” You rambled on quickly quieting your words from embarrassment. The man chuckled once more.

“It’s alright, don’t worry about it. My act isn’t for a while, so I sit out here and show off my pets. And please, call me Minho.” You gulped heavily on the knot in your throat as you notice a giant orange tiger slowly approaching the man in front of you. Your eyes widened with panic.

“Ahh! Sh-shouldn’t he be in a cage, or s-something?!” The man burst into laughter as he slowly bent down to meet face to face with the beast. “SHE is allowed to roam the grounds. She’s my faithful companion and does whatever her…" his eyes flicker to you for a second, an unreadable look behind his eyes. "...Master tells her to do.” He turns his attention back to the animal and nuzzled his face along the neck of the tiger's. You stood there in complete shock.

“I-is that safe?” You stammered as he rose to his feet. His hand rested against the top of the tigers head. “Trust me my dear…” He gently grabbed a hold of your hand, gently pressing it against the beast fur. It was so soft. The man smirked heavily noticing the stamp along your hand as a heavy shiver fell over your body. You paused for a moment as the shiver fell over your arm and down the center of your spine.

“See…? She’s harmless... when I tell her to be.” He chuckled lowly. You continued to pet the side of the beast, feeling almost at ease.

“You’re right. She’s so...tame.”

“Well, anyone can be tamed my dear.” You pulled your hand from the tigers back as you slowly backed into your friend.

“Come on y/n! We have three minutes left until the show starts!” The man stood proudly next to his companion as he waved farewell. You slowly looked back at the man whose eyes flashed a quick shade of yellow as your friend moved you into the crowd of people. You shook your head, feeling slight confusion.

“Umm...I just realized, where are we even supposed to sit? Those tickets didn’t have seat numbers did they?” Your friend ignores your question trying to keep up with everyone.

“Hey!” you shrieked, startling your friend.

“Huh? What’s up?” she smiled nervously pushing through the massive crowd of people.

“Where are we supposed to sit?” Before your friend was able to speak, Felix popped out of nowhere, sitting on top of the edge of the tent roof, swinging his leg back and forth. Your friend’s eyes widened.

“You’re able to sit wherever you want, my dear. But I would sit as close as possible. It’s the best way to enjoy the show.” Felix smirked heavily, tilting his head back as the lights began to flash over the tent. Your friend’s jaw slowly fell in awe as Felix winked in your direction. His eyes glowed for a split second, leaving you speechless as your friend drug you inside. “Hehe… she’s a cutie isn’t she?” Felix asked as Woojin slowly appeared from behind the giant light. “She is…You did very well this time Felix. I’ll be sure to see to your reward after the show.” An evil smile played over Felix’s lips as he jumped to his feet.

“A reward is only good if she’s involved.” He licked his lips flipping backwards off the edge and onto his feet. In the tent, as your friend proceeded to push you through the crowd, you noticed her eyes were set on the first row center of the nearest section. Your eyes widened as you pushed your feet against the floor for friction.

“Come...on! Those seats are wide open! It would be the best seat in the house!” Your friend screamed, tugging against my arm.

“No… that is WAY too close. What’s wrong with a normal seat?” Your friend huffed heavily, ripping you from your spot, dragging you once more.

“The cute guy said that the closest seats were the best ones to watch the show.” Sighing, you allowed her to drag you to the seats. You hesitantly sat down on the bench behind you, looking around the arrangement in the arena.

“Wow. It looks like it’s going to be quite the show for sure.” Your eyes wandered, noticing the high wire ranging from one end of the arena to another, ramps aligned along the floor, and rings that stood center.

As your eyes continued to wander, you notice a handsome dark red headed man. He was holding a box of snacks as he sends a crooked smile your way.

“Welcome, lovelies. The name's Seungmin. What can I get for you tonight?” Your friends jaw slowly fell as she gazed over the man.

“H-holy mot…” You quickly covered your friends mouth, smiling nervously at the handsome man.

“We don’t want anything. Thank you, though.” You struggled to keep your friend from bursting out. The man continued to smile as a chuckle fell from his lips.

“Are you sure? What kind of show would a circus be without a popcorn? Or even just a small snack to enjoy?” His eyes narrowed to your hand resting over your friend’s lips. He chuckled once more reaching a single hand into the box.

“Here actually. These are on me tonight.” Your eyes watched as his hand extended, holding two single bags of freshly popped popcorn. You slowly reached forward taking the two bags. You looked over the man's smile, quickly moving your hand and grabbing a five dollar bill from your bag.

“Here. I don’t want you to get in trouble.” You reached out, the man slowly engulfing his hand over yours as a cold shiver rolled down your spine. You looked up to catch the soft purple hue leaving his eyes. Another smile rolled over his lips as he slowly drew his hand back and nodded his head, bowing slightly.

“Don’t worry. I won’t be getting into any trouble tonight. Please, enjoy the show ladies.” He bit his lip slightly turning his back to walk towards more people. You watched in silence for a moment noticing his bright smile towards the crowd. He seemed pretty respectful and very nice looking. ‘What would a guy like that be doing in a circus?’

“Oh my god, this place is full of hot guys!” Your friend shouted, upsetting the crowd around us. You shook your head lightly as the sound of drums filled the air. The room grew dim and the crowd burst into cheers.

“Laaaaaadies and Gentlemen! Are you ready?!” A man's voice rang throughout the arena causing the crowd to scream out. “I can’t hear you! I said… ARE YOU READY?!” The man shouted once more as the crowd jumped to their feet, screaming loudly. Your friend jumped up, bouncing in her spot as she screamed out.

The crowd continued to scream and holler. You pressed your fingers to your ears as a giant spotlight fell over the middle of the ring revealing another tall, handsome black haired man. He wore a fitted matching black suit, white under cuffs, and silver accents on the jacket.

“Hello to you all! I am Woojin, and please allow me to Welcome you to the Twisted Karnival!” The crowd cheered once more as the smile grew over the announcers lips. He scanned over the crowd, hiding a devilish smirk behind his mic. As the crowd roared, several of the performers entered the arena. Their smiles lit up the room.

“Look at them! My GOD, they are so cute!” Your friend squealed pushing against the metal barricade. Your eyes scanned over the performers recognizing a few of them. The performers all got into their respectful positions, head bowed as another body slowly entered the arena.

The room fell dark leaving the crowd in wonder. Suddenly, another spotlight fell over a man with wavy blonde hair. His head slowly rose as another spotlight fell over him. Your eyes narrowed recognizing the man.

“Y/N look! It’s the ringleader from earlier!” You nodded your head, silently watching the show as the people around you proceeded to scream after each said word.

“Looks like we have a full crowd tonight! I don’t think I’ve seen a packed house in a while! This makes me…" A smirk falls over his lips. "Very happy.” He grabbed the hat from the top of his head, bowing towards the crowd. The crowd cheers at his words. As he straightens up, he speaks again. "My name is Chan and I will be your ringleader for this evening! And now, it is time to start our show!"

Suddenly, music rings out and the performer's parade around the ring. You watch in awe as you see their most handsome performers walking, waving to the crowd. You see some you met earlier, Minho with his tigress, Hyunjin in his leggings and tight fit shirt, Jisung with a helmet tucked under his arm. Some of the performers you don't yet recognize, but boy, are they some of the most handsome men you've ever seen.

Out of earshot, Woojin subtly leans closer to Chan, his eyes on you. "That's her, the one Felix thinks is the one." He continues waving to the crowd but his mind elsewhere.

Chan nods, a wicked grin spreading across his face. "Appears so. I saw the stamp and I can feel her soul. It's… incredible." His eyes also wander to you, seeing your amazed expression. His eyes flash red, licking his lips, his grin menacing. "I cannot wait til she's all ours."

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reverseblackholeofwords · 5 years ago

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Why was Anti glitching in pain?? What's happening??

Sharper leans over the glitch and frowns. “Are you okay?”

“Ex-exhausted, too much glitching people around.” He rubs his chest. “But we need to get to the Inc. The others...”

“They’ll be overrun by these things,” Mad mutters. His hands are itching for a weapon.

Phantom starts tracing a circle on the roof, a magic line following the end of his cane, forming a portal. Yancy hisses and looks down at his arm as two more branching choices appear from the single box in the center. He looks over the edge of the roof wearily.

Sharper helps Anti to his feet. “Come on.”

They all crowd into the circle and slip through back to the lobby of Ego Inc. where zombies are beating against the reinforced glass doors. Ollie is piling couching in front of them when they appear, and he gasps. “Anti!”

The glitch whines a little in the back of his throat as Ollie tackles him and spins him around. “What’s happening?” the android asks. “What do we do?”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Anti glances over Ollie’s shoulder at Yancy. “Take the others somewhere safe, somewhere you can barricade yourselves in.”

Oliver shakes his head. “I’m not leaving you. No.”

Anti smirks and wiggles his eyebrows. “Don’t think you’ve got a choice, sunshine.” Then he grabs Yancy and blips out.

His room spins around him when they appear there, and Yancy vomits into a trash bin by the door. “I... I don’t so much like travellin’ your way...”

Anti drops onto his bed. “Yancy, tell me what’s going on. I’ll protect you, I swear, but I have to know what I’m protecting you from.”

“Why do youse care?” Yancy demands a little louder than he meant to. He’s tired. He’s scared. He’d rather be in solitary than here.

“Unfortunately I suffer from acute sympathy.” Anti props himself up on his elbow. “Now are you going to tell me why you think this is all your fault?”

Yancy slides down the wall to the floor and taps his toes intermittently for a while. Then after a while, he looks up. “I ain’t a baby, you can’t treat me like no baby! Not like my Ma!”

Anti rolls back onto his back. “Alright, alright.” He shuts his eyes. He’s so exhausted. “Alright.” He should stay awake. He should be coming up with a plan. But right now he just wants to sleep.

Someone opens the door, and Yancy screams. “Zombie!” He pulls a knife from his pocket and flicks it open. Anti zaps to his feet.

“No! Wait!”

Robbie cries out in pain.

#antisepticeye #google oliver #yancy #robbie the zombie #ask the egos #fresh faces

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Hell and Back - Chapter 20: The First Rule of Right Club (Trial 27)

Word count: 3153

Chapter warnings: Mild language, violence, and dangerous actions

[Please do not replicate any of the behaviors read in this book.]

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After explaining what had happened with Tao's challenge, Suho warned her not to do it again without asking him about it. She tried to defend herself in regards to the time limit, but he wasn't having it. Tao attempted to take the blame for it, but they both understood that it was just Suho's being on edge. At least they got another trial out of the way. Only a few more before they were done... Finally, she just decided to move past it, looking down to the screen.

"Lay is limited for this trial." She said curtly, not willing to fight with their unofficial leader any longer. "Who did we say was going next?"

"We listed Sehun." Lay offered, paying attention mostly just because of the use of his name.

"I'm okay with that." Sehun said. "Let's go, it's getting late, and I'm starving. The faster we do this, the better."

"Alright," she pressed his name, waiting for it to load up. Before the text even appeared, Sehun grabbed the phone out of her hand. As she started yelling protests, he held it on his other side out of her reach as she grabbed his arm, jumping behind him to try and get it. Reading it, he said,

"I have to compete in a fighting ring." Pausing her jumps, she asked,

"Are you serious? That seems dangerous. And illegal." Handing the phone back to her, he said,

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it... Where are we even going to find a fighting ring?" As he asked this, everyone looked too Kris. Noticing their gazes, he glared.

"Don't look at me. I don't do that underground shit."

"We might need to ask the app again..." Chen suggested.

"The last time we did that, though, Lay got screwed over."

"Do we really have a choice, though?" Kyungsoo pointed out. "We can't just walk around the city asking people where to find a highly illegal activity we can participate in."

"Yeah, I guess." Suho said, clearly unhappy with this decision. "Y/N, ask the thing." He ordered. She wanted to snark back at him, but just did what he asked, watching the familiar box. Do you wish to request a set trial location? Note that this cannot be changed freely. Clicking yes, a GPS box popped up.

"I guess we have a place, then." She said. "It's within walking distance, actually, do we-"

"We're driving." Kris said, making it non-negotiable. "If something happens, I'm not gonna run down the street like some clown."

"Alright, alright," she said, putting her hands up in surrender, still grabbing her phone in one. "Let's go then." They got into Kris's car, inching down the road as she looked for the right area. Finally, they reached a suspiciously dark parking deck, to which she pointed. "There." Pulling in, she told him to just find whatever parking space he wanted. Although it was empty, she knew that the place must be close. Reluctantly, he did as she asked. Once they had stopped, everyone got out, Kris double checking to make sure it was locked.

"Okay," she directed. "I think it's in the bottom deck of this place. That's what the GPS is insinuating, anyway."

"Do you guys carry masks?" Kyungsoo asked, pulling one out of his pocket. It wasn't uncommon to do so for both health and privacy reasons. However, she didn't have hers on her- she generally didn't when she hung out with them. She wasn't alone, as Baekhyun wasn't carrying one either.

"Hold on, there are probably extras in the car." Kris said with a sigh, re-unlocking it and digging in the center console. Finally, he came up with one fabric and one paper. "Who wants what?"

"You can have the real one," Baekhyun offered. "Blue looks good on me, anyway." Taking the black fabric mask from Kris gratefully, he turned to check his car once more as she put it on. Although it had definitely been in the car a while, it faintly smelled of his cologne. He'd used the same one for years, so she could recognize it by now.

"Let's go." Suho directed, his own mask on as well as they headed towards the not-so-reputable staircase. They filed down two at a time, Sehun in the front. When they reached the bottom of the staircase, they were met by a large, well-built man obstructing the entryway.

"Excuse us..." Sehun said with an awkward laugh, trying to get through.

"What do you think you're doing?" The man asked in a rough tone, shifting to cover any gaps in his body-barricade.

"We're here to fight." He explained. "So if you could just-"

"All of you?" He asked, looking up at the line. "I don't remember that many people even being on the roster."

"Roster?" He asked. There was a roster? Well, shit, how were they supposed to get onto that.

"Um, yes. Are you sure you're in the right place, kids?"

"It's just him fighting." Suho pointed at Sehun, trying to get control over the situation. "The rest of us are just here to watch." Raising an eyebrow, the bouncer asked,

"You? You're gonna fight?" Sehun nodded, to which he shrugged. "What's your name?"

"Oh Sehun?" Grabbing a list off a table obscured by the wall, the man looked it over. After a few seconds his eyes widened just slightly, but he was quick to hide it. Looking back up to Sehun, he said, "Alright, you're on the list. If the rest of you are just watching, though, you'll have to buy tickets."

"Where do we do that?" Suho asked. He received a weird look- they were not blending in easily- but the bouncer told them he'd take the money right there. Reluctantly, each of them paid, following Sehun in. As they passed the man, he said,

"Competitors can go to the back room to get their gloves, unless you brought your own."

"Thank you." As they walked in, she looked around, astounded. She had never really been anywhere like this before. While in structure, it definitely looked like a parking deck, it was- no pun intended- decked out to no end. There were LED's and smoke machines everywhere, but it fit well with the aesthetic. It was less like a cheesy haunted house and more like a club that was too cool for you. There were crowds of people, makeshift bars, and the smell of many, many drugs, at least half of which the scents she didn't recognize.

"Hey, honey," she heard a voice to her right as she was walking, a man sauntering up to her. He was definitely older than her, but she couldn't tell by how much in the dim light. "You look new. Need someone to show you around?" Shoving him away by the shoulder, Kai answered for her.

"She's fine, thanks." Looking to Kai, then to her, then to the group as a whole, he laughed.

"Oh, you're one of those girls."

"What's that supposed to-" She started to ask, before Kai pulled her to his other side by the elbow.

"That's enough of that." And with that, he escorted her further into the deck with the rest of the group. In the center of the entire mess, there was a huge padded arena, much like one would see in boxing movies. There was a timer hanging on the wall, lit up at 1:34. It was counting down, leading up to something. Sehun split off to go to the back, slipping through the mess of bodies and out of sight. She wanted to follow him, but Kai was still holding onto her elbow. She was simply forced to watch as the clock counted... 3... 2... 1...

When it hit zero, it made an earsplitting buzz for a second or two, quieting the whole room down. Just after it went off, a man climbed up into the ring, wearing black jeans and a leather jacket. Holding a microphone, he yelled,

"Ladies and gentlemen! Can I have your attention please!" Once the whole room was looking at him, he waved a hand, laughing into the microphone. "Ah, who are we kidding, there are none of those here. Who's ready to fight?" As he said this, the room flew into an excited roar, strobe lights going off in the background. All of it was giving her a headache, but it was somehow entrancing as well. She couldn't help but continue watching.

"We have a roster of eighteen people this week, including your favorite reigning champion, the Golden Ninja!" The room once again broke out into a frenzy, but she couldn't help but laugh. The golden ninja? What kind of lame-ass name was that? She could only assume the others would be worse.

"We also have quite a few new contenders, so keep your eyes out for some new potential bets! Remember, the rules are simple. No kicking, no biting, no uh... blows below the belt, and you fight to win! Now who's ready?" Screaming and rock music began harmonizing in some sort of demon's chorus, flooding the area. How was this not audible to the people on the surface? Regardless, the matches were about to start.

If there were 18 players, that would mean there were 9 games. She wasn't sure which Sehun would be in, but she wanted to make sure she was up front for it. As she struggled to see over the mob, Chanyeol asked,

"Do you want a lift?" He whispered next to her ear. Wanting to be able to see the fight, she nodded in agreement. Kneeling down in front of her, he gesture to his shoulders. Not sure of what to do at first, she awkwardly stepped over his arms so that she was standing over him, legs on either side of his head. In one swift motion, he grabbed her knees and stood, lifting her off the ground on his shoulders. As they we relatively near to a pillar, he leaned back on it, so that she'd have some form of support as they watched.

Now that she was far above the crowd, she could see quite clearly. The fight was just beginning as the announcer called the first two competitors out. Neither of the names called were Sehun's. She looked on in curiosity as two bigger men entered the ring, each with shorts and gloves on. They were both heavily bruised, although neither looked like they bore recent injuries. Maybe they were regular competitors.

"Three rounds of three minutes each, we'll judge the winner by K.O.'s or cheering! Ready, set, go!" The brawl broke out almost immediately. She could barely keep track of their hands as they battered each other, each grimacing in pain every few seconds. When the three minutes was up, the disorienting buzzer rang again, each man backing up from the other. They were breathing heavily and sweating, glaring at each other. Had they fought before?

The second and third rounds progressed in relatively the same fashion, although they progressively became more slow and clunky. By the end, since no one had been knocked out, the announcer raised each man's hand one at a time to listen for the cheers. She did not cheer for either.

The second match was similar, but they only fought two rounds. During the second, the smaller of the two men was knocked out cold, tongue practically falling out of his mouth. It was beginning to worry her. Those two men were obviously not in the same weight class. Who would Sehun end up fighting?

"Hey, uh, loosen up." Chanyeol said from below her in sort of a loud whisper, trying to get her attention without alerting anyone else.

"Huh?"

"My scalp's kinda sore still." Looking down, she realized that she was holding onto his head rather tightly, running her fingers over his remaining hair in an obsessive manner.

"Oh! Sorry..." She said. "I'm just nervous."

"Me too."

The third round passed, then the fourth. The fifth. She was starting to become fearful as even bigger and scarier men began coming out, each more violent and rage-filled than the last. Sixth. Seventh. It was at the eighth round that things became interesting. The announcer, as he had between the other rounds, stood to speak. However, this time, his dialogue was a bit different.

"In a recent development, one of our competitors has backed out! Normally we'd drag him out here and just... beat the shit out of him," He laughed with the crowd, "But he's pretty much turned tail and hit the road." Were they talking about Sehun? Had he run away? She didn't have time to ask Chanyeol what he thought before the man continued. "So, you folks are in for a special treat! Instead of giving our eighth round competitor a bye, the Golden Ninja is going o be fighting twice! Yes, you heard that right, the Golden Ninja will be fighting two first round drafts!"

The crowd began to go wild, lights flashing and a few beer bottles smashing on the ground. She flinched, causing Chanyeol to tighten his grip on her knees.

"It's gonna be fine." He muttered.

"You don't think...?"

"I'm sure he's alright." As the two names were called, her eye grazed over the arena. The first guy- the original fighter- looked about how she'd expected. Huge, tons of tattoos, short hair, muscled far beyond her comfort level- it was all there. The second man, though, was much different than anyone else she'd seen. He was wearing golden shorts, as well as a headband. He had long, black hair that was tied back with it, falling into his eyes like feathers. His skin was light, and surprisingly clear. She couldn't make out a single bruise on his frame, although that could have just been the LED's. It was when the starting buzzer rang, though, that she was truly surprised.

The bigger man lunged for him almost immediately, likely familiar with the ninja's style. The smaller man immediately zipped around him, looping a foot around his ankle and pulling, causing the man to fall to the ground. Once he was down, the boy jumped over him, leaning down to hold a glove to his shoulder. Within seconds, the man had gone completely limp, announcer ringing the buzzer.

"And, as usual, the golden ninja takes the victory!" Two assistants, a man and a woman she had seen at the bar earlier in the night dragged the motionless body of the man off the arena floor, the victor waving his hands in the air and calling for cheers.

"For the final first-round match of the night, we have a new competitor to the ring!" She held her breath, trying to figure out whether she wanted Sehun to still be here, or to have escaped. This did not look good for him. The trial never said he had to win, but it also may have a contingency. In addition, she'd really prefer if he didn't die...

"Introducing... Sehun!" Shit. Walking out into the arena, Sehun was already sweating just slightly, silky sheen on his skin. He had taken off his shirt and was now wearing gloves, but he was still sporting black skinny jeans, no doubt restricting his movement. The crowd broke out into laughter.

"What's going on?" She asked. "Why is everyone laughing?"

"My guess?" Tao said grimly, "This is a normal occurrence. They pick the weakest of the new competitors and throw them up against the reigning champion as a form of entertainment."

"That's sick." The betting boards supported his theory. Every single bet was on the golden ninja, Sehun's boxes completely empty. No one expected, or even wanted him to win.

"Yeah, well, it's just how it goes." Sehun was looking around, trying to find the group. With Y/N covering feet above the rest of the crowd, she made eye contact with him, causing his darting gazes to still. After a moment, he looked back to the golden ninja. He had the advantage in weight and muscle, but he had no experience. She grit her teeth, hands roaming over Chanyeol nervously as the first bell rang.

The ninja seemed reluctant to lunge for him first, mostly because he seemed to want Sehun to make the first move. As obvious as it was that the latter had no idea what he was doing, the ninja wasn't stupid. Neither of them knew anything about the other. After a few seconds, though, the crowd began to boo. They wanted blood. As the competition was fueled on audience approval, the fighter fling forward, trying to pull the same tripping move.

While Sehun wasn't able to completely avoid it, he pulled his foot out of the other man's grip, keeping his balance and managing to shove off him. The ninja tripped, skittering on the floor, but didn't fall either. Annoyed, he said something to Sehun, but she couldn't hear it from where she was residing. Still, it seemed to send the front few rows into a bout of excitement. In a blur, the man's fist flung forward, connecting solidly with Sehun's jaw and flinging his head to the side.

"Sehun!" She shouted worriedly, Kris looking up at her with a glare.

"Shh, don't draw attention." A second blow met the boy's face from the other side, causing him to sink to his knees, blood flowing from his nose now. Laughing, the golden ninja leaned over, sneering. It was his revenge for Sehun avoiding his first move. While he was celebrating, though, Sehun wrapped his arms awkwardly around the man's knees, yanking on them and causing him to land on his ass, yelling out in surprise. Sehun managed to scramble to his feet as the golden ninja tried to react, able to get in a sucker punch while he was on the ground. Then a second, then a third.

At this point, the ninja had lost his advantages: his speed and experience were limited to his incapacitation on the ground, so Sehun was free to use him as a punching bag. As much as the boy didn't want to, he understood that he wouldn't get lucky twice, but if he managed to knock the man out now, the fight would be over. He kept punching until the clock hit zero.

As the buzzer sounded, he backed up, breathing heavily, wiping the blood from his upper lip with the top of his arm. Watching as the golden ninja twitched on the ground, the crowd was hushed, the announcer walking over to him. He seemed to ask a question, the boy trying to get up. He managed to make it into a standing position, knees shaking and face bloody. After a few seconds, though, he crumbled to the ground again. Shocked, the announcer walked over to Sehun, grabbing his wrist and raising it.

"The new champion of the arena- Sehun!"

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