#flow on the first floor of my facility is like 2 steps away from a major incident

[kridders]

Word of the Day Story [Jan. 10th, 2023]

Pure black. Whistling music. Primordial soup.[1] Cold. The sound of movements of wind, and then finally, light.[2] Smith struggled opening his eyes from what felt like a thousands year rest, adjusting to the reflected light which shined over him. After his first conscious breath in his remarkably intact helmet, he next breathed in his surroundings, though there wasn’t much to see. Stepping was harder than Smith had imagined, but it wasn’t long before Smith was back on his way to Mont Pèlerin[3], the small outcrop which was seen by all participants as humanity’s next genesis. Out of the many engineers, physicists, and likewise utopians of the project, only the most flexanimous[4] of them were sent further into the stars.

Smith was nearly back to the settlement, following vehicle tracks and signs he had difficulty reading because of his thick dialect of Yankeese[5]. Though, as he got closer, a dread began to fill him, as the clear walls of the spheres they called home were covered in thick vegetation.[6] As Smith entered through the airlock[7] and took off his helmet, the first thing to strike him was a thick scent of vinnewedness[8] in the air, one he could only imagine if the air outside was breathable. Each step he took he couldn’t help but trample over the thick vine that now made up the floor, creating a gushing noise as his foot fell through to the bottom.[9] He called out, but to no response. Though, as he would soon find out, he wasn’t alone, and this was made quite evident as Smith entered the barracks to the sight of an outstretched palm around the corner. Smith was immediately relieved to see this, though as he turned the corner he was only struck with horror. The hand he saw was attached to an arm that could’ve been the length of a hose, and bending and turning like it had the form of one. He turned in shock only to see more of his teammates as amorphous things of flesh and sinew, but surely not bone. And at the center of it all, the origin of the vegetation which filled every chamber of their artificial habitat, a benign tree which they’d seen tens of thousands of outside. All that Smith could do was begin to realize the similarities of what were his teammates and the lifeformsms[10] which harassed them outside.[11]

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1 Stolen straight from Disco Elysium. I never finished it, at most I put like, four hours into it. It was one of those things where I pirate a game late on a school night, end up playing it until its a bit too late, and then never pick it up again. I'll likely never see what the rest of the game has to offer despite how much some of my friends have liked it, but some lines still stick out to me from when I ran out of money on the first night.

2 I remember when my History & Structure of the English Language teacher read this aloud, after she finished she went back to this line to say how much she liked it. That made me pretty happy. Though, I don't know, it doesn't flow too well? And it's not even wholly original. I'm glad she liked it but there was just a bit of guilt underneath it.

3 A direct reference to Half-Earth Socialism, and uh, reality too I guess. Specifically to the Mont Pelerin Society, a kind of neoliberal internationale I guess you could call it. I'm not sure if I had finished Half-Earth Socialism by this point or not, but it would come to basically define my current ideological standings in at least some part. For a bit I was pretty annoying about it, getting into arguments about how nuclear power shouldn't be the end goal, which is kinda dumb to argue about what is a better answer to fossil fuels, but y'know, that's sorta just what theorybrain does sometimes. I could get a bit caught up in ideals, but I've mostly tempered out now. The closure of nuclear power facilities is bad, even if moving to actual renewables should come alongside the move away from fossil fuels. But I was dumb, this is me 6 months ago we're talking about, a mere child. In classic pseud style, this whole story is actually a metaphor for the ills of ecocide, the impossiblity of truly understanding the mechanisms of nature, etc. I'm not sure if it does a great job at getting that across, but as part of the requirements I could only have one page for this whole story, so I worked with what I had. Had to cull quite a few sentences to get it underneath that limit. But look at me now! I can write forever. This is what true liberation feels like.

4 This actually isn't the full document for this story, as it has an earlier page with the definitions for each of the colored words. The point of this project, the Word of the Day Story, was to use these antiquated terms the class would get from a calendar full of them, and to synthesize a few into a short story. We got to pick which ones from a limited selection, though I think I chose mine pretty randomly. I didn't want to spend too much time selecting and have the whole class waiting on me. I'm a bit of a coward. Once I got all my words I eventually decided I wanted to do a horror-ish sci-fi story, inspired by the previously stated book, refer to [3]. Here's what flexanimous actually means, taken from the first page:

"flexanimous, adj. (/flɛksænɪməs/)

Having the power to bend or influence the mind."

Not sure if I actually used that correctly here. Not like it really matters though. Words are what we decie they are, and considering I'm the only current user of the word, I get to decide the meaning. It means you can make up your mind and have a strong resolve now.

5 "Yankeese, n. (/jaŋˈkiːz/)

American English."

Pretty self-explanatory for that one, though I use it more like an accent here. I think I used to think it was funny that the American kinda struggled with the internationalism of the mission, but its difficult for me to remember. Considered going on here about my worries about my poor memory but I don't need to put that down, I've thought about it enough.

6 Also a reference to the biospheres referenced in the beginning of Half-Earth Socialism. For the real biospheres, they call Earth "Biosphere 1." What nerds.

7 At this time, I had also finished or been watching The Martian in my film class. It probably contributed a lot to the idea of wanting to do a sci-fi story in the first place. My History & Structure of the English Language teacher was also actually my film teacher as well, just due to a quirk in scheduling. It's weird that I saw her twice every day for a whole semester, but now she's resigned here, to the footnotes. Not like many of my other teachers fare much better though. Highlighted 'airlock' here because it reminded me of the scene where the airlock explodes in The Martian.

8 "vinnewedness, adj. (/vɪnoʊedness/)

Mustiness, mouldiness.

Womby vaultages, hollow caverns"

This is the word that really made me decide on the horror aspect to the sci-fi elements I've mentioned previously. I sorta have a thing for gross horror. I've always liked horror, but it wasn't until I read Uzumaki, and likely 3/4ths of the rest of Junji Ito's works, that I decided that it was now an aspect of me. I didn't really know I liked gross/body horror until I read him either. Most of the gross stuff later in the story is directly inspired by the variety of Ito works I've read. It's a collection that spans from my bedroom here to my bedroom in my father's house an hour and a half away. He's gotten me all of my books, but I brought some here to read while I'm away. For some reason, writing that out made me feel a bit guilty. But to continue, my dad has always been the impetus for, well, a lot of my interests, but particularly horror. It was basically just him, and me at home looking at TribeTwelve analyses on my first laptop as a 13 year old. We've watched a lot of horror movies together with his big portrait of Lovecraft leering at us from the corner. I can't remember much from when I was young but I can still remember that night, seeing him carry it into the old apartment. He had got it from some woman? I'm not sure on the details of how he procured it exactly. But its this huge thing, this glow-in-the-dark looking paint on canvas. It's been leering at me for quite a while now. I even used to sleep under the thing in the old apartment.

9 There was this other kid in my class who said he liked my story after the teacher finished reading it. "Gross, but in a good way." It was what I was going for so I was pretty glad. I think after the teacher finished this line, they went "ough!"

10 A genuine spelling mistake that genuinely haunts me. Thinking about my old teacher having to read over this and correct it in her head makes me really embarassed.

11 The whole "becoming the life which had once inhabited the planet" concept comes from a Ray Bradbury story I had to read for one of my classes some grades back. I can't remember the name of it, but it was about this batch of space colonists sent to Mars, and slowly overtime they began using the old alien names for locations(?), their bodies transforming, habits changing, eventually becoming the aliens that had once been vanquished. I like a good bit of Bradbury stuff. I've read Farenheit 451, I think even watched some film adaptions of stories with my dad, and then I had that class where we spent a while talking about him, reading stories and watching short film adapations. Horror units in English are always fun until they get to Edgar Allan Poe.

Ending note:

Seeing all these influences put to word reminds me pretty starkly that I've always had an issue with creativity when it comes to, well, being creative, whether it be writing or what have you. I have a lot of artistic concepts I like but I never really know how to turn them my own, and even the metaphor of the story is based off something I was reading, with nothing of my own added. All art is derivative, but it often feels like what I create is just my influences put into a blender, and it isn't really greater than the sum of its parts - it can't be. Hell, even this method of analyzing comes from me reading House of Leaves recently. I've been wanting to dot a work with footnotes and I finally figured out a good reason to. The impetus of good art is "I could do that but better," but what do you do when you see good art? All I can manage is an imitation. I'm glad I could at least get some humanity to paper though. It's been a bit too long. This isn't of my own inspiration of course, I met a really interesting girl recently. My writing isn't as elegant as her's, mine's much more uh, Johnny Truant, though I guess that fits. Mood writing is pretty scary for me, and sorta makes me wonder if my lack of memory is more voluntary than anything. Proceeding though, that's the last piece of creative writing I've done in quite a while. Well, disregarding alternate history related things. I don't really hold those to the same regard, for whatever reason. Maybe I'll humanize some more of my writing at a later time.

[alkemylabz]

i fucking HATE flow pack the rebin guys throw shit at me through the shelves and shout go white boy go

[chibi-honey-cake]

Imposter in Our Midst - Imposter x Crewmates

Okay, so this is some A.mong U.s/Within Us content, whoo-hoo! Yeah, that’s right, besides the Voretober content! (I have another Within Us story written up for the Ship entry already~) So to be fair, this was written in like 2 hours, barely proofread, and is WHOLLY inspired by this post over on @nom-central​’s blog by a lovely anon named Vee. Vee, this is your fault, so this is for you! Also with bonus additions from the tags. So have this take on some ali-yum noms~

Contains: Soft Vore, Safe Vore, Fearplay, Teasing, Same Size Vore, Nonbinary Pred, Alien Pred, Unspecified Prey, Multiple Prey, Female Prey, Willing Prey (eventually), Begging Pred (eventually), Fatal is briefly mentioned but it doesn’t happen, also a bit of magic shrinking is involved to explain the multiple prey thing Word Count: 2.5K

She'd seen it gobble up another crewmate with her own eyes, stuffing them into a wide maw on their stomach and swallowing them up. The 'crewmate' in the black suit purred loud, patting their belly as it shrank to contain the other being without a trace. Chloe gasped and dropped the clipboard in her hands out of shock, the loud clatter immediately giving her away.

Black whipped to stare in her direction, the lime-suited scientist felt her blood freeze in fright. No...! This wasn’t happening...!! Black growled low and deep, dark tentacles springing from their back as their stomach growled loudly. Drool slicked what should've been their face-shield, a grin splitting their visor.

The voice in the back of her head whispered 'run,' and that was all that it had taken to free up her legs. She bolted out of the room, fright fueling her desperation. She heard the monster in human's clothing tear after her and she knew that if she made one wrong move, it was over for her. Chloe fled through the facility, careening around a doorway so fast that she almost slammed into the wall in her panic. She knew it was practically breathing down her neck- she couldn't let it catch her!

She ducked through the lab, slipping through a decontamination cycle with ease. She thought it might trip up the monster after her as she turned to check the doors- but a loud and ominous creaking filled the room. Those black tentacles seeped between the doors, prying them slowly apart with pressure alone. An alarm started squealing as Chloe's voice quavered a cry- this thing was strong and intent on catching her!

She bolted as soon as the other doors opened, not looking back to see the creature forcing its way through the first door. Into the greenhouse she fled, the humidity fogging her face shield quickly. She slapped her helmet open, panting in terrified exertion. She couldn't let it catch her- her only chance was to make a quick loop on the catwalks and avoid the carnivorous plants that they were studying, then bolt into the decontamination again and hope that the monster has to pry open the doors again. Chloe didn't want to think about if this plan didn't work...!

She ran out onto the catwalks, her footsteps shaking and echoing on the metal grating. The vines of the plants twitched and twisted at the new and erratic movement, sensing a meal in their midst. Chloe swallowed, panicking as the heads of the large purple 'flowers' began to turn and open in her direction. Now she was being hunted by even MORE creatures...! She ran down the middle path out of desperation, hoping that the monster couldn't follow her through such a busy path. Rustling and thumping rattled the metal pathway beneath her- she had no clue how many of those vines had just barely missed her.

She turned to run to the left- but a sudden shadow loomed in front of her and blocked her path. She shrieked, recoiling back and stumbling over her own feet. She fell back onto the grating hard, the rattle of metal echoing in her ears as she looked up in terror. It was the creature, still in the form of the black crewmate, grinning wide with its impossible face. Two sets of eyes opened on its visor, that grin stretching wide enough to reach up to the sides of its 'face'. Its stomach growled, loud, low and angry.

Chloe gasped, scrambling back on the pathway in fear. Everything else was forgotten. Her pulse pounded in her ears. This was it, this is where it was going to end- But rather than pounce, the creature... tilted its head with that grin still on its face. And then it spoke.

"Lofton, Chloe." Its voice was low and hissing, sending shivers down her spine as it said her name, "Role: Technician." It was almost purring, approaching with slow steps. She tried to crawl back further, it hovered close before she could. "Intelligent, but oblivious," it grinned wide as it stood over her, its belly beginning to split like it had before. Chloe whimpered, remembering flashes of Red being stuffed down into its gullet. "I wondered how long it would take for someone to notice my- eating habits." She shivered, the alien creature standing almost directly over her now. The maw in its belly opened, teeth and tongue visible inside. "I've been waiting to devour you for so long..." it purred, staring down at her ravenously, "I saved the best for last~"

Above this creature, movement caught Chloe's eye. She shifted her attention, still terrified- when she noticed one of the open flowers moving above them. The creature hadn't noticed, reaching down towards her... But it took a moment to realize that her attention had moved to something ABOVE. The creature in human guise halted, squinting its eyes. Just as it turned to look above them, vines lurched downward towards the two figures. A look of dawning horror crossed the alien's face just as it was suddenly ensnared in the tough vines of the flower.

The creature let out an unholy shriek, thrashing against the grip on its body as another vine added to the mix. Chloe gawked, her jaw falling open as the plant scooped away her attacker. It was- It was trying to eat the creature? Chloe sat up in complete shock and mild terror. That was... That was almost her. She was just almost eaten...! But... From what they had found out about the flowers, it was not pleasant for victims. Being consumed over days, alive for most of that... It was a terrible, painful death.

The alien shrieked again, a grinding and desperate rasp as it fought. Its tentacles tangled in the vines, but they didn't seem to be able to pry them off. Chloe hesitated, working herself to her feet as she stared. It... As much as it was as close to eating her as it was being eaten right now... She couldn't just stand by in good conscience. Even though it had eaten her crewmates, she couldn't let this happen when she could do something. This was- crazy and practically suicide, if not from the plant then from the victim... But she didn't want to just stand by!

The girl sprang into action, leaping up onto the rail to meet the vines that were taking the alien away. She reached out, grasping at the vines. The alien whipped around to stare at her, all four eyes wide with terror and astonishment. Chloe ignored the look, gritting her teeth as she tugged. The vines gave slightly, but started to tighten further. She grunted, using her feet on the railing to anchor herself. The plant was trying to draw both of them towards its open flower and she wouldn't let that happen!

In the back of her head, her mind told her that the alien had clearly spoken english- so it understood her. She reached out, trying to free the black imposter. "Grab onto me!" she ordered, "Hold on and I'll get you loose!" The creature hesitated, clearly mystified on why she was attempting to help it. But after a second, she saw its tentacles shift. It let go of the vines around it and the black tentacles reached for her instead. They wrapped around her shoulders and waist, anchoring them together. She resisted the urge to shudder at the strange sensation and reached her arms out to it again. "Link arms with me!" she told it. Quickly it obeyed, reaching out and grasping her arms.

Chloe grasped its arms just the same, steadied herself on the rail, then pulled backwards with all of her strength. She strained and heaved as hard as she could manage, her voice trailing with a high groan. Her teeth were on edge, her arms trembled as her legs pushed back, and the alien stared at her with terror in its eyes. Slowly the vines started to give, creaking and slipping away from the other creature. They found that if a meal was too much of a fight, the plants would back off. Apparently Chloe was triggering that, more vines slipping. "Come... ONNNN!" she grunted, strain tight in her voice.

Then suddenly the creature was freed. It bundled into her from force alone, both of them colliding and spilling painfully onto the walkway. Chloe panted and gasped, reeling from exertion and the fast trip. Suddenly there was a tug at her arms, pulling her to her feet. "Quickly!" the creature hissed, yanking her along. She followed blindly, running behind it without regard to what was going on.

They ran back into decontamination, not stopping as they ran past the ruined door and into the lab. Finally Chloe could run no more, tripping over her own feet and skidding to a stop on the floor. She gasped for air, involuntary tears trailing from her eyes. Everything hurt, her heart was pounding out of her chest, she was absolutely terrified... And she was probably about to meet the same fate as her crewmates. The thought occurred to her that she saved this creature and it was probably still going to eat her anyway. A quiet sob shuddered her shoulders as she laid prone on the floor, the girl giving up then and there. She wouldn't be able to fight it, anyway...

Black boots appeared in her vision, sluggish tears making her vision wobble. This was it... But rather than grabbing her in those tentacles like she thought- A soft hand patted her head instead. Still the tears flowed, stopping wasn't an option at this point. She whimpered a soft sob as the hand stroked her head gently. "Hush, human," the low voice above her soothed softly, "It is alright. Don't be afraid."

"B-But..." her voice stammered shakily without her consent, clogged with mucus and exhaustion, "You'rrrre... gonna eat muh-me... t-too..."

"I will not," it responded softly, "You risked your life to rescue me, even when I was trying to devour you and your crew..." There was a low purr and Chloe dared to look up at the creature, her tear-stained face meeting its distorted one. Its eyes were narrowed with concern, that impossible grin gone and replaced with a soft frown. "That is more than I have ever been offered before. There is nothing stronger than a sacrifice like that."

Chloe sniffled, reaching up to wipe the thick tears on her cheeks. Mostly she just spread them with her lime gloves. "You're... not gonna... eat me...?" she asked slowly, still sniffling and panting. Her tears had slowed but were still leaking from her green eyes.

The creature shook their head. "No," it replied, "You are safe." Chloe paused briefly... Then let out a shuddering, sobbing breath as she collapsed on the floor again. Relief flooded her as a few more tears squeezed out of her eyes, her hands grasping feebly at the tile. She was safe... The black suit turned and sat down in front of her, still reaching out to pet her head. "And I want you to know your crewmates are safe as well," the creature added.

"Huh?" she asked, glancing up at the larger figure, "But..." She sniffled, rubbing her wet cheeks again. "D-Didn't you... eat them?"

"Yes," it replied without hesitation, "But they are safe." It reached up to its midsection, patting it with its free hand. "Within me. I have a device that shrinks and places others inside into stasis. They are safe, just asleep." Chloe looked to its hand, then back to its face in confusion. The creature hesitated, then began to explain further. "I was ordered to covertly capture and deliver the humans to our base for observation," it spoke slowly, "But... I believe it might be best if I observe here... plainly instead?"

Chloe sniffled, mulling the words over. There was a pause between them, then she looked up... and gave the creature a soft, watery smile. "Y-Yeah..." she replied. It broke into its own wide smile, creasing its four eyes up with happiness. Chloe paused, wiping her cheeks again. "Um..." she started slowly, "What, um... What do I- call you? Since you'll be around?"

The creature hesitated, then leaned down to her face. "I... That is very private. True designations are private among my kind," it explained quietly.

Chloe frowned, realizing that she probably had overstepped a boundary already. "I-I'm sorry," she murmured, "I didn't mean to... ask something so personal-"

But the creature's hand reached out to her, shushing her with a soft tap to her lips. It smiled again. "But I will tell you. No one else must know my real designation- it is only for you to know."

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It had taken a while, but now Imp was a regular part of the crew. Ever since the incident, Imp stuck close to Chloe for the most part. It often had to be reminded that it too had tasks to accomplish. It had sworn off all covert activities and made a pact not to hurt anyone on the crew.

But one of the things that separated Imp from the others was that it still craved live meals. It still desired prey to wriggle inside and mostly the crewmates served that role safely. However, the one that Imp seemed to crave the most was Chloe, whining and begging through the loud growling of its tummy.

"Please, please, Techie," it whined, its black head nuzzling against her own as she connected wires in the barracks, "Please, I'm so hungry... Please, I just want a little taste, a little moving inside, please?"

Chloe rolled her eyes, stepping over to the laundry chute. "Lemme dump this-" she started before Imp was nuzzling her again.

"Please, Techie..." it begged, a loud whining growl of its stomach matching its words. "Please let me swallow you, I'm starving..."

Chloe pulled the handle with a sigh, shaking her head as she let go. "Now I'm done," she announced, "You're free to eat me, then-"

Tentacles lashed out, snaring the smaller human by the waist as Imp grinned. Drool slicked its jaw as its belly opened to reveal those teeth again. "Thank you.... Thank you!" it purred, practically shoving her into its stomach. Chloe grunted and fidgeted as the huge tongue in its belly curled around her, pulling her in greedily. One quick slurp was all it took and the jaws closed over her and sealed her in. A swallow tucked her deep into the damp, slick, and familiar confines of the imposter's belly.

Imp sank to the floor with a long, grateful sigh. Its belly rested on the floor, full of the smaller human. It caressed the lump in its middle lovingly, both arms and all of its tentacles getting in on the act. The growling had turned to sated grumbles and gurgles and the human's wriggling inside felt amazing. Its toes curled, a low thrumming churr pouring from its mouth. "Delicious... as always, my dear Techie..."

Chloe kept up her 'struggles' inside, making sure to reach all the sensitive areas she had mapped out in her head. "Mmph... A-Anything for you, Rinth," she murmured over a burble beneath her.

The imposter melted from her movement inside, then from her use of its real name. "And for you... Chloe..." it whispered reverently.

[dreamer213]

Broken Machines: Lights the Dark

Chapter 3 Evening in Atlas Part 2

Penny was stunned, of all the things she thought he was going to say she never would have guessed it would be THAT. A party? Their mission was at a party? One that requires formal attire and an luxurious vehicle. Just how? Why? What reason could there possibly be for her to go with General Ironwood to a formal party? This just didn’t make any sense at all! Penny tried and tried to comprise some sort of answer but every time she does she just circles back to where she started. Why in Remnant was this happening to her!

Penny: Um I’m sorry General but could you please explain to me why we are going to a evening party.

Ironwood: In all fairness we aren’t going to a normal evening party. We are going to an Altas evening party at the largest estate in the region.

Penny: I see, that still doesn’t answer my question.

Ironwood: The reason we are going is to gather some info before we begin our formal investigation or in this case your investigation.

Penny: I’m sorry what?

Ironwood: I’m rearranging your schedule and assigning you to an undercover investigation.

Penny: A-and what exactly am I going to investigate?

Ironwood: A week or two ago you witnessed one of the supply truck carrying materials for “the project” get hijacked, correct?

Penny: Yes. I tried to go after them but I had to rescue the security detail they injured during their escape.

Ironwood: Well, there’s been several more incidents since and it’s put everything behind schedule and we can’t afford any delays. Not right now. So we been investigating and have some clear suspects but we still haven’t been able to apprehend them. Every time we get close they spring a trap or find an some sort escape route and get away. We’ve done everything we can to tighten up security but they’re always one step ahead. Is as though they have information on the shipping schedule, the security detail, the layouts of the facilities, and facilities security systems. I believe that there’s a spy who’s been feeding the thieves this information.

Penny: I understand that but what does that have to with me attending an Atlas evening party?

Ironwood: You see, we’ve already done a thorough swipe of all the military personnel involved with “the project” and every single one was cleared of all suspicion so the spy isn’t from our end. Which means it has to be someone from factories or shipping companies and due to the classified nature of most of this intell it has to someone in a very high position in one or both companies. The only ones with that type of authority in either would have to be an Alas elite. The listed of possible suspects is still too large to focus in on any one specific and a public investigation will just raise more suspicion and give the spy a chance to flee hence the need to do this incognito.

Penny: But why me? Out of the numerous soldiers you have at your disposal why did you pick me?

Ironwood: I would do it myself but given my status as both a general and a member of the council showing any interest of any kind towards someone in high society will just raise more questions. As for the soldiers I could send most would be so obvious either in appearance or behavioral that they could never maintain their cover. And anyone who could maintain it already has some sort of of connection with Atlas that would just further complicate things. So that leaves you, Penny Polendina, with your innocence appearance and skill set you’re the perfect person to go undercover without raising any alarms.

Penny: I understand what you’re saying Sir but there’s still a large flaw in this plan. While it’s true I appear the most non threatening there’s still the matter of my mechanical nature. I just cannot believe people wouldn’t be suspicious of an android with more firepower then several military grade tanks attending formal events.

Ironwood: Your right they would be very suspicious of you if they knew.

Penny: If? They don’t……..How? How is this possible? All of Vytal saw me get ripped to pieces! The tournament was live! It was viewed around the world! How could anyone not know?

Ironwood: Tell me Penny, has anyone asked you about the tournament since you’ve been Mantle?

Penny paused for a moment, looking back no one had said anything about the Vytal Festival for as long as she’d been in Mantle. In fact she had explained her capabilities to several people after they witnessed her heroics the first month she was stationed there. Even then many had a hard time believing it was true. Was this really not public knowledge? Was this really not as well known as she thought? Had her terrifying near death experience really gone unnoticed?

Penny: How? Please just tell me how?

Ironwood: While your tragedy was televised across the globe it occurred so close to the fall of Beacon that it was quickly forgotten amongst the chaos Beacon’s tragedy caused. That and after global communications were lost all footage of the tournament was lost to.

Penny: But there were still witnesses. People still watched it happen.

Ironwood: Not in Alas.

Penny: Huh!

Ironwood: Atlas has always been a sort of world of its own especially amongst the elites. To them if doesn’t effect their cash flow it isn’t worth talking about or remembering. Your destruction may have been a hit to the military but to the city of Atlas it was non existent.

Penny: So from the perspective of the people at this party I’ll just be-

Ironwood: A girl from Mantle with a military background. A perfectly nobody, that’s your cover.

Penny: I see.

Ironwood: As to why we’re going tonight, this event is a very special one. Every politician, business mogul, and wealthy family in Atlas will be in attendance so is the perfect opportunity to make your induction into high society. I was hoping to brief you on the case and get you some etiquette lessons before you go in but this chance was to good to waste. We’ll go over everything properly in the morning but for tonight all you need to do is introduce yourself and try and make some connections.

Penny: …Yes Sir.

Ironwood: Remember Penny this isn’t for the sake of a military project. It’s for the sake of Altas as a whole.

Penny: Yes Sir.

With that everything was out in the open, all they could do now was finish the ride in silence. After a while the limo arrives at flying ferry, the only way to get passenger filled cars from Mantle to Atlas safely, once the limo is loaded on they’re into the air and soon they are greeted by the beauty that is the Atlas skyline.

Welcome to the city in the sky

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The party’s going well, after the initial greeting and welcomes Jacques makes the announcement everyone’s been waiting for. In a long winded speech Jacques expressed how “sad” he was that his daughter had lost herself to the thralls of war to the point that he had to throw her out of the house for everyone’s safety and so now. He ends his “heartbroken” speech by announcing that his youngest child and only son Whitley was to be the new heir of the Schnee Dust Company. With that said he hands Whitley the microphone, prompting him to make his speech.

Whitley: Thank you Father, ladies and gentlemen I would first like to say I am so sorry about the circumstances that has brought us here tonight but never the less I’m grateful to all of you for gifting us with your presents. I never expected to be given this title especially not this way but I’m grateful to both my father and to all of you for believing in me capable of holding this new position. I promise I will do everything in my power to become the best heir I can possibly be. And one day I will take charge of our family business, continue our great and glorious legacy, and insure that it will carry on for many generations to come.

Whitley hands the mic back to Jacques whose now holding a glass of champagne. Jacques raises his glass, the guests follow. He points the glass towards his son and makes a toast.

Jacques: A toast to the new heir. May he grow to be strong man capable of doing what’s best for the Schnee Dust Empire and for the great city of Atlas! To Whitley!

“To Whitley” the crowd shouts back. Once everyone’s downed a bit of their drink Jacques and Whitley return to the ballroom floor and back into the awaiting crowd. Soon Whitley was mobbed by a sea of people all wanting to make conversation. Scores “ Congratulations” and “I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful heir!” and of course many “ It’s pity about your sister.”. Every word out of their mouths is like sugar drenched poison. Alluring on the surface but bite into it and the toxicity of their true intentions are strong enough to kill eight full grown men. This was not group happy guests but a flock of vultures looking to pick at the fresh meat that is a young elite’s pride.

Whitley: This is going to be a very VERY long night.

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As the limousine gets closer to their destination Penny grows anxious, she had handled many missions before but those were all Grimm related she’d never had to socialize outside of saying hello to Mantle citizens or issuing warns to known criminals. Her anxiety only grows worse as she spots their destination out the window. They’re heading towards a ginormous mansion, longer then most of the government building, it’s pearlescent, grand, and overall screamed “High Class”. Penny was feeling completely out of her depth in this situation and very unsure of how to handle it. She looks over to Ironwood and asks for a little guidance.

Penny: Sir, May I ask what exactly am I supposed to say to these “Altas elites”?

Ironwood: That easy. Just give them you’re name, that you’re here with me and you’re one my highest ranked soldiers. That should be enough to get them talking.

Penny: Alright, I’ll do my best.

The limo finally come to a stop in the manor driveway behind several other more expensive looking limousines. The driver opens the car door, Ironwood get out first he extends his right arm her to grab. She tries reaching for his hand but he corrects her and places it on his bicep instead. He lifts her out of her seat and onto the sidewalk. Once Penny’s out of the car she gets a full view of the manor, and it’s almost overwhelming with how regal it looks. A castle like structure with high towers, ornate windows, and beautiful woodwork, a true masterpiece of a building. They head inside and by the gods it’s as though they step into a fairytale! The marble floors, the gorgeous walls, there’s even statues and big chandeliers! Things only get more dazzling as they enter the ballroom, it’s just as amazing as the entrance and there’s a sea of well dressed people socializing inside. Once again Penny looks to Ironwood but before she can say anything someone rushes up to greet him and soon people start gathering around him!

“There’s the man we’ve been looking for! General Ironwood get over here this instant! “

One man shouts bringing even more attention to Ironwood as the now mob of people get closer and closer. Most look to be business men and wealthy middle women and they’re all thanking for saving them at the charity gala and asking to get him a drink. They’re almost surrounded when Ironwood finally speaks up.

Ironwood: Penny, Why don’t you go take a look around. I have some people I need to talk to.

Penny: But General-

Ironwood puts his hand up to ask the crowd for some space then gets down to Penny’s level and whispers to her.

Ironwood:(whisper) I can handle things here, you go and cover more ground.

Penny: Yes Sir!

Penny unlinks her arm from his and heads off while Ironwood starts chatting up the crowd. Penny looks around hoping to find someone to converse with but everyone seems to be engrossed in their own conversations. As she goes deep and deeper into the ballroom she picks up a really nice smell, not like the perfume or cologne of the people around but more like the smells of the food stands and restaurants in Mantle only nicer! Penny knows she shouldn’t get distracted but temptation is just too great and there was still time to figure out how to complete her mission so would it really be wrong to take one quick little break? Penny follows the smell to a line of tables and it’s glorious! It’s a buffet! Full of fresh seafood, a carving station, an assortment of vegetable dishes, and some many food she’s never even know existed! There’s even a fancy dessert station! Penny’s beside herself trying to figure out how she should to go about this.

Penny: It all looks so good I want to try everything! But I can’t just eat all I want my stomach has a capacity. And I know Dad must have a plate saved for me at home. So I’ll just get one plate and fill it with a little bit of everything that stands out to me so I don’t overeat. Yeah that should work.

Penny grabs a plate and goes down the buffet line. She picks up a small lobster tail and a couple shrimp, a small piece of wagyu beef, a bit of garden salad, some truffle pasta, and a tiny chocolate soufflé for dessert. Once she’s got her plate filled she can’t wait another second and takes a bite from the first thing she can stick her fork in. It was the lobster and it’s delicious. It’s so savory and sweet and buttery. It’s so soft it’s practically melting in her mouth. So good.~

She keeps eating for bit until she notices a shadow looming over her. She looks up from her plate to see a group of upper class women in beautiful dresses each in different colors. This is great Penny could finally start on her mission! She was about to greet them but a woman in a red dress spoke first.

Woman in red: Oh my look at that plate! It looks you’re really enjoy yourself. The food must absolutely delicious.

Penny: Yes, it is. Good evening my name is Penny Pole-

Woman in red: I mean it must be, why else would you be stuffing your face so eagerly.

Penny: What.

Woman in blue: Uh Young lady I think you might want to slow down a bit. Surely you wouldn’t want to fill out that dress of yours, though you do have plenty of room in the hip area. Maybe you should try hit the gym or look for a good surgeon.

Woman in yellow: Oh don’t forget about the color! I’d never be so bold to wear lime green to an evening party. And with those freckles and such pale skin Dear you look a little spotty glow stick.

Penny:(quietly) I thought it looked nice.

Woman in indigo: Now girls don’t be so cruel, she’s just a little girl isn’t she? Poor thing can’t be more then 12 with that silly hair and those fat cheeks. Come on where’s your mommy and daddy? Do you need help finding them?

That’s it! Penny couldn’t take anymore! This wasn’t the first time she had been insulted. Be it by drunks, criminals, or generally rude people Penny had been insulted, screamed, and even cursed at while on patrol. But none of that had ever made her feel like this! Nothing had ever made her feel like this! These women may have said things that were far less graphic than what Penny was use to hearing but the way they said was just so awful it made her feel so tiny and pathetic. She couldn’t listen to anymore and walked away as fast she can as they laugh behind her. She kept going until she found an uninhabited section of tables next to a balcony. She sits at the table closest to balcony and starts eating her food again. It’s gotten cold and don’t taste as good for some reason. What was she going to do? If this was how the elites treat what they believe to be a helpless teenage girl how could she possibly investigate and find the spy! What was she going to do?.

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Whitley had been on his feet all night. His father had left to go rub elbows with some politicians in his cigar room leaving Whitley to do the lion’s share of hosting the party. He’s spent hours spitting out fake compliments, making small talk, and apologizing on behalf of his sister to the point he feels like a broken record. After finishing yet another pointless conversation Whitley excuse himself to get something. Once he’s gotten out of view of the guests he heads towards a secluded balcony in the quietest part of ballroom passing by a woman picking at her plate.

He steps on to the balcony, he takes a moment to take in the cool night air, he walks forward to the railing turns around and leans backwards on it looking towards the ballroom floor. This was the only way he could try to relax at events like these. Go to a quiet place a little far from the guests but still close enough that he could run back in if his father came looking for him. Ugh Father.

Whitley: I’ve been doing his job all night while he runs off to smoke with some famed narcissists. Though that is what they say about birds of the same feathers, still hosting an event to apologize for your child’s behavior then leaving the actual task of hosting up to your other child can’t possibly reflect well on you. But it’s not like I’m only doing his job. How many times have I apologize for Weiss tonight? How many excuses have I made for Mother while she’s off drinking? How times have I had to redirect a conversation when someone asks about what Winter’s been doing? I do all that and more for what? Why is this how I live? Why am I stuck constantly cleaning up after people who don’t seem to give a damn about me just to survive? I mean I keep hanging on trying to keep things calm until I obtain the power I need to finally put an end to this nightmare but honestly what am I even trying to save? A mother who’s spent the last decade a drunken mess, an older sister who seen hell but still throws tantrums like a child, an even older sister who acts like her precious perfect baby sister is her only family regardless of who else cared about her, and manor full of people who would only see me as a way to maintain their incomes! Gods Am I really that alone?

Whitley internally sighs, he throws his head up to the stars bathing in the heaven’s light. The stars were one of the only things that could ground him when he starts feeling this way. Looking up at them always made him feel like he was floating in heavens, far away from all his problems free and safe. He leans back further to get a better view, spacing out as his mind begin to calm. Until he moves back a little too much and loses his balance. He tries to catch himself but he ends up flailing and slips. Time seems to slow down as his about tip over into a two story drop he screams.

Whitley: AAAAHHHHH! Crap! This is bad! Father’s going to throw an absolute fit when he see the mess this makes.

He closes his eyes hoping it’ll be quick but before he goes into free fall he stops. He opens them and sees a freckled hand wrapped around his forearm.

Penny: Hang on, I’ve got you!

He looks up and makes eye contact with his savior. It’s a girl who’s face he’d never seen before. She no older then him, wearing a bright green dress with fiery red hair in soft ring like curls and big beautiful green eyes.

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Penny was still pondering what to next when she heard a scream and commotion coming from balcony. Knowing a cry for help better then anyone Penny dashes towards the sound. She’ll almost too late when she gets out the door and she see half the person’s body is already over the railing but she manages to close the distance just in time to grab they’re arm. She yells to get they’re attention and let’s them know she’s got ahold on them, in this moment they made eye contact and she finally gets a real look at the person she just saved. It’s a teenage boy and he’s…just…beautiful. That’s the only way Penny could describe it. His skin was so pale if she hadn’t felt the heat coming off him she would’ve sworn he was made of porcelain, his hair was so white it looked like snow and it looked so soft and shiny it could’ve been mistaken for silk. And his eyes gods his eyes, they were this deep blue that somehow looked like the sky right before twilight, a endlessly deep sea, and bright like a brilliant shining jewel. Now Penny had seen plenty of handsome men before, she knew nature could make many gorgeous creatures but this, this was the first time anything had made her this awestruck. She couldn’t move she couldn’t think all she could do was take in the beauty of the young man before her.

Whitley: Ummm Excuse me miss? Could you please pull me up?

[buckyscrystalqueen]

Too Smart for Your Own Good: Part 3

Pairings: Machine Gun Kelly x Reader, (Past and Future) Henry Cavill x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, one night stand, unprotected sex

Word Count: 5,013

A/N: Doesn’t have a completed end yet, but just giving you more content to try to get myself out of a writing funk.

Part 1 / Part 2

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“You are receiving a collect call from an inmate at a Los Angeles County Correctional Facility. Would you like to accept these charges?”

“Yes.” You said clearly as you stopped loading your groceries in your blacked out Range Rover to grab your ear bud out of your purse. “Hang on, Daddy. I’m finding my headphone.”

“Take your time.” He said through your car speaker as you dug out the carrier and put the head phone in your ear. You found your phone and switch the bluetooth from your running car to your ear phone and hesitated for a moment.

“You hear me?”

“Crystal fucking clear.” He responded in your ear, which made you nod and drop your phone in the cup holder so it wouldn’t accidentally drop the call in your bag. “Hell are you up to?”

“Grocery store.” You sighed as you went back to your original task. “Was running out of shit at the house to eat. Oh! You will be pleased to know that you are going to be a grandpa, and I think I may have figured out a break in my black hole theory in the pool last night.”

“OK.” Your dad laughed as you walked the cart over to the return. “So I’m a fucking grandparent. Thanks a lot, princess.”

“Any time!” You teased as you got in your cooled down car and buckled your seatbelt.

“You got more on the black whole theory?” He asked, even though he had no idea what you were talking about half the time when you went on one of your ‘space rants’ as he liked to call them.

“Work in progress.” You said with a shrug to spare him the agony of listening to you drone on. “What’s going on in the world of the blue jumpsuits?”

“Fucking parole hearing got bumped up.” The million thoughts that seemed to always run through your brain all simultaneously screeched to a stop, as you stopped behind a car at a red light a few streets from your house.

“You’re coming home?” You whispered as you gripped the steering wheel tight.

“I’m fuckin’ coming home, sweetheart. February 16th. Ten AM.” You nodded your head and continued with the flow of traffic as a couple tears of joy slipped down your cheeks.

“I’ll… I’ll be there.” You choked before clearing your throat. “I’ll be there to get the paperwork through.”

“I’ll need you to get a hold of Simon. I sent you out a letter this morning that’ll need some translating.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for it.” You said as you realized that the car you were following was a familiar purple Lamborghini and it was pulling into your community driveway. “Son of a bitch.”

“What, a fucking letter is inconveniencing you?” He asked sharply, making you shake your head.

“No, fucking sperm donor is back. Hold on.” You stopped your car beside the Lambo and the gate house, rolled down your heavily tinted window and looked at your cousin’s profile and the back of Colson’s shaved head. “Scott! He’s with me, let him in.”

“Run him off the fucking road.” Your father grumbled in your ear as you rolled the window back up and headed through the open side of the gate for home owners.

“In a shiny purple Lambo.” You huffed, jokingly as you hit the button for your driveway gate.

“Fuckin’ really, (Y/N)?! You got knocked up by some puck ass little bitch in a Goddamn purple Lambo?!”

“Shut up.” You grumbled as you drove down the slight hill to your garage and pulled into your spot beside your father’s Harley, his massive Chevy pick-up truck, and a tarp covered Charger that belonged to your ex.

“Goddamn Lambo. Who the fuck are you and what have you done to my fucking daughter?”

“Shut up.” You grumbled again as you got out of the car and pulled open the back door to get your groceries. You startled the slightest bit when a heavily tattooed arm reached in front of you and grabbed your bags before you could even fully open the door. You looked up at Colson as he slowly and carefully moved his body in front of yours, and you rolled your eyes and took a step back with your hands in the air. “So has the prison sent me the paperwork for the hearing?” You asked your dad as you headed toward the door.

“Should have. You’re my lawyer, princess. Check your email when you get a chance. Need me to let you go?”

“No, you’re fine.” You said as you headed past the basement bar and game room to the elevator to take you up to the main floor beside the atrium. “Have you talked to the demon head shrinker cunt yet?” Colson looked at you with his eyebrow raised as he and Ash stepped into the elevator with you, but your cousin simply tapped him on the shoulder, pointed to her ear, and whispered that you were on the phone with your dad.

“Probably won’t have to. Shit’s about over crowding. We’re stuffed three to a fucking cell in some spots. I’m almost at my 80 and I’m the closest parole date. So I’m gettin’ the boot.”

“I’ll take it.” You agreed as you pat the black marble for your bags. “But I am writing a verbally abusive letter for the deplorable conditions they are keeping you in.”

“You do that after I leave this bitch.” He told you as an automated voice let you both know you only had a minute left. “Alright baby girl, I’ll give you a call in a couple days to see if my letter arrived.”

“And I will send you a postcard of your grand blueberry when I go to the doctor on Monday.”

“I will keep my eyes out for it.” He huffed through a smile. “I love you, sweetheart. I’ll be home before you know it.”

“I can’t wait. I love you too, Daddy. Bye.” You waited for him to say good bye and for the click of him hanging up, before you turned off your earbud and looked up at your visitors. “And you’re back in my house because…?”

“OK, we’re not going to start like that.” Ash said quickly as she put her hand on Colson’s arm so he wouldn’t get mad. “We are here to rationally talk like human beings.” You hummed at her and nodded your head as you grabbed some groceries and started putting them away. 

“I brought the family history.” Kels said as he tossed a notebook on the counter beside your bags. “As much as I could figure out from the family I do talk to at least. And some personal shit you should know, too. And I’m having a lawyer draw up a contract…”

“Over my Goddamn dead body!” You roared as you spun on your heel and stormed across the wood floor toward him.

“Wait! Wait!” Ashleigh shouted over you as she stood in front of you and grabbed your wrists before you could start swinging. “It was my idea!”

“And I’ll fucking kill you too.” You threatened as you looked at her with murder in your eyes.

“Look, just breathe, OK? It’s not a custody thing. It’s a contract.”

“Look, I wanna be in my kid’s life.” Colson said over Ash as he stayed firmly parked on the barstool he was sitting in so you would feel less threatened. “And I want my kids to know each other. I wanna make sure you don’t take off and fucking run some day because we obviously can’t fucking stand each other.”

“Wonder who’s fault that is.” You snapped, sarcastically as you pulled out of Ashleigh’s grip to finish putting away your groceries.

“Yea, it’s mine, alright?” He barked. “But I still wanna make sure we both understand that this…” He said as he leaned to purposely catch your eye and gestured between your stomach and himself. “…is our child. And just like with Casie, I will want to spend time with our child on holidays and when I’m in town and not working. And I don’t want to turn around one day to find out that you packed up and moved to fucking Paris or some shit.”

“Paris is a trash covered wasteland.” You retorted under your breath as you folded all of your grocery bags and put them on the end of your counter to put back in your car later. “Probably go to Belfast… maybe Scotland...

“OK, she’s not going to run.” Ashleigh said quickly before Colson could start yelling. “But this is what the contract is going to be for. So what both of you want from the other is set in stone.”

“Yea, well I don’t want shit from him.”

“Then you should get an abortion now, bitch!” Colson roared as he finally jumped to his feet. “Because you made this fucking choice to keep my kid so you’re fucking stuck with me…”

“You better remember who the fuck you are talking to.” You said evenly as you pulled one of your fathers many hand guns out of one of the kitchen drawers. You laid it down on the counter between you with your finger outstretched along the slide where you could quickly pull the trigger if you needed to. Kels stood his ground, but Ashleigh took a few steps back away from you to be on the safe side.

“OK.” She nearly whispered as her hands started to shake at her sides. “(Y/N), let’s put that away…”

“Now it’s time for you to listen, bitch.” You started as you searched his rage filled blue eyes. “You want a contract? Fine. We can spend the next nine months and then some fine tuning a contract to your hearts content. But know this, if you think you’re in charge here, you’re not. You will run by my fucking rules, like it or not. Because if I wanted to disappear, I assure you, not even a private investigator could find me.” The pair of you stood in a stand off for a few moments, waiting for the other one to crack.

“I need a fax number.” He finally said, forfeiting the power to you. You nodded your head as you put your gun back and pulled the notebook toward you. You wrote down your email, your cell, and fax number, and ripped the page out for him.

“Appointment next Monday for the first ultrasound is at 11:15 AM. Be here at 10:30 if you want to go with me. I’ll call down to the gate and tell them you’re coming.” He nodded his head as he folded up the paper and stuck it in his pocket to pass on to his lawyer, while you gestured to the atrium to your left. “You can see yourselves out now.” You looked over at your cousin as Kels simply turned to leave and shook your head. “If you ever, ever pull a stunt like that again, I will disown you.”

“I’m sorry.” She whispered as she finally stepped back over to you. “I just knew you wouldn’t take it very well, and he didn’t give me time to call…”

“You have one warning.” You told her as you kissed her cheek. “And don’t step between Colson and I. Obviously, it’s gunna be a shit show.”

“Well, he’s my boss, so I can’t let you kill him.” You rolled your eyes and shook your head as you gave her a push toward the door.

“Just wait until he meets Negan!” You called out after her with a giant smile. “He’s coming home in a few weeks!” Your cousin came to a dead stop in the atrium and turned around to look at the giant shit eating grin you had on your face.

“Shut up.”

“Hell is about to rain down on LA again!” You laughed as you grabbed the bags off the counter, and turned to head down stairs to put them back in your car. 

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“You know, I was having a really peaceful morning.” You bitched as you stood at the top of the side stairs the next day and watched Colson get out of his car. “And then here you are.”

“Not fucking fighting.” He said more to himself as he came over and stopped in front of you. He said nothing else, leaving the ball in your court as he put his hands in the pockets of his jeans and waited. You huffed and turned on your heel to head back to your beach chair. 

“Am I going to see you every day for the rest of eternity?” You inquired as you pushed your sunglasses back down your face.

“Until we can get past this bullshit, yea.” You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and turned back to look at him as he simply toed off his sneakers. “Casie’s mom and I used to fight all the fucking time.” He started as he pulled off his socks and rolled up his jeans. “But we talked it out. No matter how much we hated each other at the end. We talked, and we fought, and we screamed, and she even got a good kidney shot in once when she pushed me back into a counter. But we got through our shit for our daughter.” He stood up and looked at you with a shrug. “So we’re gunna fight it out. No contract, because that’s kind of a bullshit way to co-parent and we got like nine fucking months. So we’re gunna fucking talk.” You nodded your head slightly and gestured up the steps.

“There’s another beach chair up against the garden wall. And that bedroom has some spare bathing suits in the top dresser drawer and towels in the second. They all have tags and there are a bunch of different sizes.” You shrugged and gestured over your shoulder at your chair. “Sunscreen…” With an internal groan, you turned around and walked away to continue to get some sun. You tossed your phone back in the back pocket of your chair and sat down gently as another wave gently crashed across your lap. “Fucking sunscreen…” You grumbled as you shook your head.

“Alright so we start from the beginning.” Kels said as he set up his chair right next to yours a few minutes later. “How far along are you?”

“Six weeks, two days.” He nodded his head and stretched his legs out as another wave washed up on the shore.

“And we’re keeping it?”

“Despite the fact that we hate each other? Yes.” His head continued to nod as he chose to ignore your annoyance.

“I grew up in Cleveland.” He started as he reached over and grabbed the sunscreen from your cupholder. “For the most part. Lived in Denver for a while, traveled a lot with my dad before that. My mom left for another man when I was nine. She hated my dad that much…” You turned your head to look at him as he covered his tattooed torso with sun block. “I won’t do that to my kids.”

“Born and raised here in LA.” You said in the moment of silence after his declaration. “Mom died during child birth. I was a breech baby and she lost to much blood in an emergency C. I remember her face.” You breathed as you looked down at your lap and connected the drops of water on your thigh before the next wave came in. “I have her eyes. And I remember the light leaving hers as my dad held me in place on her chest.”

“(Y/N)…”

“I don’t wanna keep you from our kid.” You interrupted quickly as you rested your head back against the chair pillow and looked out at the ocean. “I grew up with one parent, and while my dad managed to go above and beyond with me, it was hard on him and me without my mother. I don’t want to do that to my child.”

“So part one of the verbal contract.” He said as he put your sunblock back and settled back in his chair. “No matter what, this child will grow up for the rest of his or her life with both of us in it. Even if we hate each other, and we have to go through a third party like Ashleigh for pick ups and drop offs, we will not keep him or her away from each other.”

“No poisoning him or her.” You said as you grabbed one of the water bottles from your cooler and handed it over to him. “Meaning you don’t trash talk me in front of him and vice versa.”

“Agreed. OK, here’s one my ex and I had issues with. We make decisions together.”

“You and I are going to have to work on that.” You giggled as you finally looked over at him. “Because we’re not very good at that right now.”

“But we will work on it so we can make decisions together.” He repeated as he met your eyes with a small nod. “Agreed?”

“Agreed.” You said with a nod. “I like to travel. I haven’t in a long time because… well… that’s a long story… But I want to start traveling again. And I know you already travel a lot for work. And even though you taking him or her alone is a long way off due to breast feeding and the fact that you kinda live a wild life, I’d like the record to show that should we leave Los Angeles county with our child, we have to let the other person know the intended itinerary.”

“I can absolutely get behind that.” He agreed. “And after he or she is born, I’d like to bring… well both of you to Cleveland so Casie can meet her brother or sister… and so that you can meet Emma, my ex, since y’all have something in common now.” You nodded your head and glanced out at the horizon as you chose your words wisely.

“I’m… um…” You started, before clearing your throat. “Well, technically, I’m engaged.”

“You…” He said harshly, which made you sit forward and hide your face in your hands.

“Look, it’s fucking complicated.” You said as you sat back and looked over at him. “Henry and I were together for years. We got engaged six years ago and he left to join the Army shortly after that. And I haven’t heard from him since. So technically, I am engaged. But my fiancé is gone. And he’s never coming back and I just can’t accept that yet, apparently because... well I just can’t.”

“Jesus.” He breathed as he sat back in his chair. “No wonder you’re such a bitch toward men.”

“No, that’s just you.” You responded as you unscrewed the cap of your water and took a sip.

“And we were making progress, too.”

“What’s next on your list, Kels?” You asked with a laugh as you kicked water in his direction.

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The next four weeks went by at an almost glacial pace, but at the same time, before you knew it, you were walking though the halls toward the prison’s office, with a stack of paperwork from the parole board in your hand and a giant smile on your face that you didn’t think would ever go away. You had made this walk so many times before, but this was the only time you were actually hopeful. And hopeful wasn’t even the right word. 

“Damn it.” Michael Bishop, who ran the prisons office, grumbled as you walked through the door. “What?”

“Parole board kicked him.” You said with a smile as you rested your arms on the counter and held out the paperwork toward him. “Let him out.”

“Let who out?” A woman you didn’t recognize asked as Mike got up and came over to start the paperwork.

“Negan.” He sighed as he pulled his glasses from his pocket. “They finally let him out, huh?”

“And I didn’t even have to file another petition to get it done.” You teased with a smile.

“OK, well I’ll get these papers started as soon…” The woman started as she stood up from her chair but Mike quickly held them out of her reach before you could even form a reply.

“I got it.” He said as he shot you a nervous smile because he knew the temper you had inherited from your father when it came to his time behind bars. “Putting them through right now.”

“I’ll wait.” You said with a nod as you pulled your phone out of your bag. “How’s the wife?”

“Still kicking my ass.” He muttered as he sat down at his computer. “How’s life treatin’ ya since last time?”

“It’s a revolving door.” You sighed as you pulled up your texts to finally give Simon the go ahead to bring Negan’s Harley down to the prison. “That is finally opening the correct way.”

“Should keep spinning.” The woman muttered under her breath, which made both you and Mike freeze. 

“I’m sorry. Do you have something you wanna fucking say there, sunshine?”

“No! No she didn’t!” Mike tried as you set your phone face down on the counter.

“No, she has the right to speak.” You said with a smile as you folded your hands together on the counter. Mike looked away and scrambled into overdrive to process Negan’s release for you. “What, you don’t like the fact that my father’s joining the real world again? Don’t think that living the last ten years of my life without the only family I have wasn’t enough? What, you don’t think…”

“No, she didn’t!” Mike said quickly as he jumped up and grabbed Negan’s paperwork off his desk and the printer. “Look, he’s good to go. Get him to his parole officer today, OK?” You nodded your head and took the stack of papers out of his hand with a small smile.

“Thanks, Mike. And you can go fuck yourself, bitch.” The officer shouted ‘excuse me’ as you grabbed your phone and turned on your heel to leave the prison for the last time. The roar of motorcycles greeted you as you stepped out the door, and you stopped beside Simon to wait for your father.

“Congrats on the baby, kiddo.” He said as he made sure your father’s bike was stable so that you could lean against it. “When are you due?”

“September 13th.” You sighed as you sat down on the seat and grabbed your sneakers from your bag. “A Friday of all things.”

“Wouldn’t be your kid if it wasn’t.” He huffed.

“More to the story of my life.” You sighed as you dropped your heels in your bag and slung the strap over your shoulder.

“Heard baby daddy is a rock star…”

“Shut up, Simon.” You sighed as you crossed your arms over your chest to wait. It was thankfully only about a half hour wait before the prison door opened and your father walked free. Despite the cheers from the rest of the club, he walked straight over to you.

“Hi Daddy.” You whispered as he lifted you up off the ground in a hug.

“Hi princess. Thank you.” You smile at him as he set you down and nodded his head. “Thank you for getting me outta there.”

“Of course, Daddy.”

“So where we doing lunch?” He asked as he took his kutte from Simon and put it on.

“Boss, we…” The VP tried, but your father shot him the look to end all looks.

“I’m talking… to my daughter.” The VP nodded and took a step back as Negan looked back at you with a smile. “Lunch, sweetheart? Gotta feed the grand baby…”

“Umm… honestly? Right now, I really want a milkshake…”

“Johnny Rockets?” He asked with a smirk. You nodded your head as he held out his hand and snapped his fingers for a helmet. Your smile grew as you tilted your head up and let him close the buckle so he could take care of you like he wished he could have for the past ten years, even if you didn’t need him to. “Let’s go, boys!” You honestly hadn’t realized how much you missed the wind in your hair, but you felt free and more safe than you had in a long while. The thought crossed your mind that it was the first time in six years that you felt completely safe again, but also that Colson had somehow made you start to feel safe with his daily visits to check on you and your child. You were so lost in that idea, that you missed your father parking next to a purple Lamborghini until it was to late.

“Look familiar, princess?”

“Daddy, let’s go.” You said with a shake of your head as your eyes darted toward the restaurant to find the father of your child. “I don’t feel good, let’s go, please…”

“Nope.” He said as he took off your helmet and dropped it on the seat beside his. “I’m fucking starving and a burger is just what I fucking want.”

“Daddy, please. Don’t do this… Damn it…” You quickly tried to get in front of your father and the rest of the club without your small bump being bumped, but you were unsuccessful.

“Colson fucking Baker!” Your father announced, as if he had just won a prize. “Where the fuck are you?”

“Dad, stop it!” You hissed as you were finally able to push in front of him in the thankfully empty restaurant. You looked at Colson’s slightly stunned, slightly shocked, and mostly confused face, and shook your head to hopefully tell him to run… which he didn’t.

“So you’re the prick that knocked up my daughter?” Negan huffed as he sized up your six foot four baby daddy when he stood up from the booth in the corner, where he had apparently just sat down for an early lunch with some woman you didn’t know. You saw her face flush red with embarrassment and rage, and the two of you locked eyes for a moment before you both looked away from different reasons. “Sit down.”

“No, Colson, go back to your lunch.” You tried as you pushed your father toward an open booth on your left. “Daddy, stop, please.”

“Sit the fuck down!” Negan roared when Kels took a step back toward his date. Colson quickly took a seat and you jumped in front of your dad to sit down next to him. You whispered an apology to him as his date got up and walked out angrily, but he simply shook his head and pat your thigh reassuringly.

“Sir, it’s very nice…”

“What kinda fuckin’ shake does my grand child want?” Negan interrupted as he grabbed two menus and handed you one as the rest of the club filed into the booths around you. You sighed loudly and pushed his menu flat on the table with a shake of your head.

“I’m not playing this game. You did it to Henry, you won’t do it to him.” Your father looked up at you with his eyebrow raised and you quickly reach out and squeezed Colson’s wrist before he could interject in the silence. “He’s a human being, and you just cost him his lunch date. So you are going to ask him your questions, and let him go so he can fix the mess you made.” Negan stared at you silently as all the other Saviors went out of their way to avoid looking in even the general vicinity of your booth, waiting to see who was going to win this show down. After a full minute, Negan grabbed a third menu and handed it to Colson without taking his eyes off you.

“What kinda shake does my grand baby want?” Negan asked again as he finally looked away to find your waitress. You visibly relaxed and looked over at your friend with an apologetic look.

“She was boring as fuck anyways.” He muttered under his breath as he bumped your shoulder and looked at the menu. “I think their chocolate is the best…”

“I want them all.” You sighed as your stomach growled loudly. “Baby wants them all.”

“Then baby can have them all.” Negan said as he casually crossed his legs and settled back into the booth a bit more. “And baby better have a great fucking life, with a present father, right?”

“It will.” Colson said with a nod. “And he or she will have a sister, too. One that I’ve managed to keep alive for ten years.”

“Her mother has primary custody?”

“She does.” He confirmed as your dad perused the menu he knew like the back of his hand as if it was the most interesting thing in the whole world.

“So will my daughter.” Negan stated, simply.

“Dad, I swear to God.” You growled as you covered your face with your hands.

“It’s fine.” Colson said as he rubbed your back. “She’d probably do better with primary custody over me any day of the week. I’m on the road to much.”

“And that’s the kinda life you wanna give your child?” Negan asked as he finally looked over at you.

“Because I didn’t have an amazing life with you going out of town all the time?” You asked, honestly. “Because my childhood was so horrible being raised club house to club house, country to country?” He sat silently as you set your menu down and covered your bump with your hand. “Daddy, I had an amazing life. And my child will have an amazing life as well. He or she will travel same as we did. How is this situation any different than ours, other than the missing kutte?”

“Well I still don’t have to fucking like it.” He said stubbornly as he looked back down at the menu. “And I don’t fucking like him. Where is the Goddamn waitress around here?!”

Part 4

[multi-fandom-inserts]

“See You in a Minute” Part 2

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Here is Part 2, this will become a three part otherwise it’ll be far too long!

If you haven’t read Part 1, read it here!

SPOILERS ARE INCLUDED, NON OVERLY MASSIVE. ENJOY.

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For the first time in years the Avengers Facility was alive with the people that had once called it home – plus a few extras. Fairy lights hung from the large windows as the stone tiled patio from the back of the facility to the large lake was decorated with glowing candles and beautiful flowers. Everyone stood at the edge of the lake in silence as they watch the reef of black and red flowers float across the surface.

No one wanted to speak, instead they all stood collectively – well, everyone except you ��� instead you had your black heels digging into the soft grass as you rocked gently on the home-made swim Nat had helped you build for Morgan a few years ago – back in the days you prayed Tony would visit the facility again.

You watched in a zombie-like-state at the water rippling in reaction to the reef and small lanterns placed on the surface, slowly distributing the calmness.

“Does she have any other family?” Tony's voice cut through the silence, his usually strong and authoritative voice came out no more than a saddened whisper. You could feel everyone’s eyes slowly drifting to look up from the ground at their feet and over to you, their gaze burrowing into your skin like hot needles.

“No, just Y/N,” Clint's voice signed heavily, “They were all each other had.”

Hearing Clint's reply causes your breath to hitch as you swallowed down a sob, it still surprised you when new tears swelled in your eyes, you'd thought that after these last few days of crying non-stop your body would of ran out of tears. You twisted and played with the necklace that was fastened around your throat, pulling it tightly making the metal chain dig into the back of your neck sharply. It was a small locket, no larger that an inch or so, black with Gothic carvings, at the centre of the locket sat a petite ruby jewel – it was a gift from Natasha on your honeymoon.

One by one, people left the patio and headed inside from the incoming cold of the night; Tony and Pepper were the first to disappear with Morgan, shortly followed by Rocket, then Scott, Bruce trailed along with his shoulders hunched forwards, one by one they all disappear until there were only two of you left in the dim light.

Steve approached you carefully as not to alarm you, he knew better than to sneak up on you by now – not that it was possible ninety percent of the time – but the knife scar on Steve's right shoulder mirrors what happens when you do. Oddly the memory of that evening brings a slight smile to your lips.

“Hey Snowy,” he mulls, touching your shoulder affectionately.

You couldn't help but let out a small chuckle at the nickname, “My real name will work just fine, Steve.” you smile.

“Well it made you laugh, so mission accomplished.” he replies with a wide smile as he sat down on the soft grass beside you. Snowy was the nickname Nat had given you, Leo or Leopard was your superhero name based on your feline ability to climb, hide and fight – plus no one saw you unless you wanted them too, much like a Snow Leopard – the moment she said it, it stuck with everyone on the team.

The pair of you sat in silence, Steve's hand laced in yours as the pair of you watched the reef disappear more and more into the lake every minute. The light still illuminated the faint surroundings, Steve was one of the only members of the Avengers to stay at the facility, it wasn't rare for the three of us – Nat, Steve and yourself – to have film nights, cook dinner for each other or just to keep each other sane.

Now it was just the two of you and even lonelier than ever.

“There's got to be a way to bring her back.” you whisper in the silence. Steve looked up at you, his eyes soft with sadness as he took in your face, “For us to bring them all back, everyone who turned to dust in the snap.”

“Y/N, I don't think we –” Steve started but you cut him off.

“Don't think we can what, Steve?!” you snapped harshly, standing up quickly to tower over him, anger made your vision red as new tears formed in your eyes, “What?! Because she didn't die in the snap we can't bring her back?!” you yell, knees shaking as your heart rate picked up.

Steve stood up quickly to grab you before you fell into a ball of tears and anger, and as the super solider cradled you tightly to his check, gently rubbing the small of your back, all that filled the air was your sobs and pleas.

The star-spangled man knew this routine too well, he kept you close as you cried before scooping you up in his arms like a small child and carried you inside the facility, ignoring the looks from the other team members as he took you into your bedroom, over the past few weeks since Nat's death this had become a routine when you broke down.

He gently placed you in your bed, Nat's sweater remaining on her side of the bed, he tucked you in and place the jumper in your arms before he turned the bedside lamp off and exited the bedroom, closing the door behind him.

XXX

The moment of truth was upon us, as Tony used a model gauntlet of his Iron Man suit to place the gems carefully in the correct places, Bruce stood by watching gingerly as Rocket jumped up and down like a hyperactive teenager, you smirked at his eagerness and ruffled the fur between his ears as you approached the chamber to watch the last stone be placed. The stones glowed in unison as they accepted their new home, a sign of relief flooded everyone as we smiled at each other. Rocket had other plans and whooped loudly, scaring the shit out of Tony which made you laugh out loud.

Tony glared at the animal before ordering FRIDAY to release the gauntlet, the three geniuses worked a little more on the glove, making sure it was stable and the stone were set securely. “It's all ready,” Rocket confirmed before looking back at the rest of us, “Question is; who's going to snap their fingers?”

“I'll do it,” Thor said proudly striding towards the glove.

Steve stepped between him and the stones, Clint kept me behind him like a protective older brother.

“We haven't decided who's going to wear it.” Steve said, pushing Thor back gently.

“So we should wait?” Thor snapped, half drunk.

Scott stood closer to the God, “We should at least have a discussion.” he said.

Thor chuckled darkly, “And what? Wait and talk before bringing everybody back?”  

Your heart clenched as you watched Thor's face clench in sadness, his breath quivered as he looked at the team, “Please... just... let me do something good.” he speaks, his voice breaking in sadness.

Tony tried to explain that the glove was so powerful compared to Thor's condition right now but the God of Thunder didn't seem to understand. The bickering continued for a few minutes before Bruce took a step forward and for the first time in years, he's expression was dark and serious.

“It's got to be me,” he stated, taking a step forwards towards the glove, “You saw what those stones did to Thanos, they almost killed him. Non of you will survive.” he says picking up the gauntlet.

“How do we know you will?” I pipe up.

Non of you will survive, the words of the God echo through your mind eerily. 

As Bruce holds the gauntlet, ready to place on his hand you step forward wanting to see.

“Now remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, bring them back to today, don't change anything in the last five years.” Tony said clearly.

Bruce nodded, the gauntlet took in his measurements and expanded to the right size, Tony grabbed me and pulled me between him and Clint as we all ensured our suits were active and ready. Tony brought up a large shield in front of us as I pulled out my knives, Clint ensured his bow was loaded and everyone else was ready.

As the glove slipped onto Bruce's hand, it became alive with energy, beams of light shot out as well as trailed up his arm, the large green man groaned in pain as the light and power travelled up his arm, destroying the shirt he wore as his veins bulged with the new power.

If it wasn't for the coldness, you never would of noticed Tony clamping a metal band around your wrist, but you assumed it was nothing of importance as he said nothing throughout.

“Bruce... talk to me, are you okay?” you say loudly over the electrical vibrations and his own moans of pain.

“Banner!” Tony yelled.

“Get it off him.” Thor said angrily.

Steve held his hand up to the God telling him to wait, “Bruce, come on what's happening.”

Bruce nodded, “I'm okay.” he breathes as the rainbow of electricity spread up his arm and to his neck, burning small areas of his skin. His screams fill the room as he brings himself back to his feet, you watch in agony as he raises the glove high, his screams and yells getting more and more pain filled but then he brings his fingers together and...

SNAP.

For a few moments you are blinded by the hot-white light that flashes before you, your deafened by the high pitch screech that assaulted your senses but just as quick as it came, it was gone. You watched in horror as Bruce faints, the gauntlet loosens and falls along with him, as the others attended to Bruce, you kicked the stones away but stood over them in awe.

“Did it work?” Scott said over the shouts.

I shrugged as the doors from the testing floor opened.

Suddenly the sound of a phone vibrating fills the air, silencing us all, then the sound of birds tweeting and flapping. Unable to keep your feet still, you walk out of the testing area to look out of the large windows, the once lifeless tree that stood outside was alive with birds and insects. Clint stood next to you, his phone in his hand as he stared at the screen, you peered over to see a name you thought had been long forgotten but one you and Clint had prayed you'd see again... Laura.

Clint was unable to stop the tears before they started flowing. You touched his arm as he pulled you tightly into an embrace, tears brimmed your eyes as you pushed the phone closer to his ear, begging him to answer it.

Then suddenly... the whole building exploded beneath your feet.

XXX

Dust. Blood. Sparks. Darkness.

It took several minutes for your vision to settle, the warmth of blood covered your forehead as the cold of the night air brushed your skin. The echoing voices of your team-mates ghosted through the air but you couldn't call back, not until you were certain it was them.

Suddenly, a pair of large hands gripped you under your shoulders and pulled you free of the rubble, you instantly go into flight or fight mode, swinging your hands towards them as their echoed voices continue to speak but suddenly it all cleared and you recognised the voice as Steve.

“Are you okay?!” he half yelled at you, grabbing your face to access the damage before patting down your suited up body to check for any injuries. “Y/N? Tell me you're okay.”

You rubbed your eyes like an infant before giving him an 'OK' nod. That's when you noticed the rubble around you, the entire building had be turned inside out, the place you'd once called home turned to a pile of concrete, ash and fire. Steve took you back to the other's he had found – Tony and Thor, thankfully we had all linked up comms and could confirm that Clint was alive with Scott and Rocket. Nebula remained unaccounted for.

That's when you noticed him, sat in the dark in the middle of the rubble, his weapon plunged into the dirt as he shattered rocks with his bare hands – Thanos.

“Where are the stones?” Steve asks.

“Somewhere buried beneath all this.” you replied.

Thor raised his arms taking in the full power of the thunder, bring his weapons from the dirt and suiting himself up. Steve took the lead as him and Thor descended into the pit where Thanos sat proudly, you stayed high to keep an eye out as Tony crept along the peak, keeping close.

“You could not live with your own failure.” the monster spoke, “I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive.”

As he spoke, the memories of that day flow your memory, Bucky disappearing into ash in your arms, Wanda clinging onto your shirt as she morns Vision. You imagined the horror Tony endured watching as Pete slipping through his fingers, the heart break Clint endured not knowing what the hell happened to his family. All the devastation this creature created because he thought it was for the greater good.

Anger flooded your body, your swords to your side as your holsters hang heavy with your guns and your electrified staff on your back.

“You have just proved that if those know what happened, are unable to accept what could me.” Thanos spoke, pulling on his helmet, “But that's okay, because you won't be alive to tell them.”

Steve took the first hit, luckily his shield taking the full force of Thanos weapon, Tony grabbed you by the arm as he flew down, sending you flying into Thanos, your sword impaling his armour before you were thrown off into the gravel, you scampered to your feet as he threw the weapon back at you, missing you by centimetres before he threw his double ended sword towards you, it spiralled like a fan towards you, it missed – mainly – catching your upper arm opening a fresh wound as the giant sprinted towards you.

Tony opened the back of his suit as Thor charged him with lightening, sending beams to knock Thanos to the ground giving you time to escape but not enough time for Tony has he's slung like a rag-doll to the ground knocking him unconscious.

“Tony!!” you scream through comms as the same fate came to Steve as he's thrown backwards, Thor attempts to hold off the monster but isn't met with any luck, you manage to climb onto of Thanos, wrapping your remaining sword around his throat, managing to cut the skin at his throat before a large hand reaches over, clasps your throat and throws you over him with ease.

You can hear bones fracturing and cracking on impact, your skull throbbed as your side ached, new blood leaked from cuts and gouges you hadn't noticed before, the pain of the air knocked from your lungs halts your reaction time as you watch Thanos attempt to plunge Stormbreaker into Thor's chest. The whoosing sound above your head brings you to stand as you watch Mjölnir knock Thanos from his position ontop of Thor and whiz back into the hand of... Steve Rodgers.

“I knew it!” screamed Thor and yourself as Steve wields Mjölnir with ease.

Smashing the hammer into Thanos jaw, you sprint over to Thor as we watch in awe, Steve summon the power of lightening and smash it through the ground, the vibrations and power break the ground with ease and lifts Thanos from his feet, flinging him backwards.

Suddenly Thanos leaps up from the ground, gripping Steve by the throat as he smashes him back into the ground, as you lunge towards them, sword ready you manage to hold him off until Steve is up on his feet again but Thanos is far stronger than you as he hits you with the blunt side of his weapon, sending you once again, flying into the gravel.

Mjölnir is discarded somewhere in the rubble as Thanos swings his sword towards Steve, he frantically searches for his shield, holding it up in front of himself just in the nick of time as the sword breaks through the vibranium. A moment of silence cuts through the battlefield but Thanos doesn't stop there, he repeatedly batters Steve's shield until no more than a third remains,

“In all my years, it has never been personal.” Thanos spoke in the silence, “But this,” he said taking a step towards us, “This, I am going to enjoy, very very much.”

You manage to pull yourself to your feet as the skies opened, blue lighted portals appear behind Thanos and through them emerge his army; creatures crawling from the ships, the skyward animals you fought in New York appear in the skies, their crackling howls fill the suddenly silent air as you stumble towards Steve.

His strong arm clamps around you as he makes sure you're okay, his face his busted, bruised and covered in dirt, the same as you, a large gash travels from your forehead through your right eyebrow and to your cheek, your bones scrape together as the adrenaline pumps through you.

“I don't think we can take them all, Steve.” you say, your voice no more than a whisper as you hold the hand of the arm wrapped round your waist.

Steve doesn't respond as we watch the scene of Thanos army unravel in front of us.

Then, your ear piece crackles, Steve hears it too as we press the ear pieces in further and then the voice appears.

“Miss me, Doll?”

Your heart stops as the magical whirling noise echoes behind you.

“On your left,” another voice speaks.

We turn, almost not wanting to see what was happening behind us.

Orange rings appear out of nowhere.

And out of the circle steps Bucky.

Then Sam flies through.

One by one,

They all appear.

[glenncoco4]

New Kids on the Block

A/N: This got sexual real quick. Rated M

Chapter 2 of What Happens Next?

XXXX

She takes a deep breath, looking around the room, she observes every little detail and person that goes in and out of the room. 

“Agent Deeks?”

The brunette agent turns and looks to see a short red headed woman call after her, motioning her to join her. 

Said agent offers her hand for the younger agent to take in greeting. “Agent Mills.” Mills ushers the brunette as they begin to walk down the corridor towards a set of elevators. “I gotta say, when Hetty showed me your resume I was in awe. What made you decide to leave D.C.?”

Hubby. Kensi smiles as she thinks about the talk they had before they moved. The fight they had and then the very steamy make up that followed. “Personal reasons.” She and Marty decided that maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea if they kept their relationship close to the vest…..at work anyway. Given they’re both in what can be dangerous jobs at times they wouldn’t want the other to be used as leverage.

The older agent nods in understanding. “I get that.”

As the small boxed room that’s carrying the two agents slowly moves from floor to floor it stops once they reach level 4 and into a large open space with cubicle type desk all around. 

Kensi scans the room, noting anything and everything that could be useful information for her in the future. Her eyes run across the open floor plan and come to a stop when they land on a tall brunette much like herself that’s turned away from them. 

“Agent Deeks, I’d like you to meet your new partner. This is Talia Del Campo.”

Kensi sends the other brunette a warm smile, offering her hand out in greeting. “Nice to meet you.”

Talia sends her partner a smile, as she takes her hand. “You, too, Agent Deeks.”

“Please, call me Kensi.”

The newly acquainted partners start to chat while their boss? assistant boss? takes a phone call. 

Mills ends the call and points each of the women towards their teams area, their names displayed on their new desks. “So, ladies, you’re probably wondering why there are only two of you.”

“It’s because I haven’t found the other pair to complete our team yet.” A familiar yet unrecognizable voice flows into the room.

“So it’s just gonna be the two of us?” Kensi questions. 

The team leader readily answers the brunette’s question. “No and yes. No, it’s not just going to be the two of you because two floating agents will be coming in and out quite frequently to fill the void until we find the perfect fit.”

“Can I ask if you have anyone in mind?” This time it’s Talia’s turn to ask.

“I have my eyes on a couple of people, but if any agents come in that you’d think would be a good fit, please let me know. Until then we have a minor case of a flash drive being stolen and we need to recover it ASAP.”

They watch as both Hetty and Mills walk towards the other end of the room and turn to look at one another, both of their brows furrowed. 

Talia points towards the computers on their desk. “Do we just-“

Kensi shrugs. This is gonna be interesting. “I guess so.”

XXXX

The now not so shaggy blonde, walks through the corridor of the D.A.’s office. He’s really in awe of everything that goes on behind these doors, because whatever’s going on in those rooms it effects the people on the other side of the glass doors that he walked through this morning. 

“Mr. Deeks, it’s so great to have you a part of our team.” The short brunette woman sends him a friendly smile as she gives him a tour of the facilities.

“Thank you, Mrs. Baird. I’m ready to make a difference that’s for sure.”

“That’s good to hear. So what made you decide to come to LA?”

“It’s home and I have some personal reasons to go along with that.” He doesn’t have to tell her that home and the personal reason is one and the same. Wifey. A goofy grin spreads to his lips at the thought of his beautiful bride. 

“I see. Well, as Dorothy once said, “There’s no place like home.”

He smiles at her musical reference. “That she did.” 

“Tell me what your vision is.”

“I’d like to help people who haven’t had easy lives like I once did. Some of them just need to be looked out for. I want to be that person and help others want to become that type of person too.”

“I gotta tell you, Marty, there’s a lot of big wigs in this town and it’s not going to be easy.”

He nods, knowing from experience just how privileged this city can be. “I know. I’m use to things not being easy, it’s actually a good thing for me. It drives me to give it my all; to fight for something bigger than myself.”

“Okay then. If you need anything and I mean anything at all, I want to help you take charge of this and see to it that we get the result that we both came here for. Change.”

“Lets do it!”

XXXX

He walks into the kitchen, sitting his briefcase on the counter as he makes his way over to her. “You look incredible in that.”

She relaxes against his chest as he wraps his arms around her waist and rests his chin on her shoulder. A shiver runs through her body as his teeth begin their assault on her earlobe. “It’s just one of your t-shirts and panties.”

Just hearing her say the words makes a bolt of electricity run through his body. The surge gathering in one specific area. “So sexy.”

Heat begins to pool in her belly at his movements and the deep octave of his voice. That and his hard on that’s pressed right against her ass. “Mmmm. You think so?”

“I know so.” 

She turns around in her husband’s arms, crashing her lips to his after seeing him for the first time since this morning. “How was your first day?”

“Pretty good. You?” He does his best to catch his breath to answer her before slamming his lips back against hers. 

He pulls her leg up to wrap around his waist bringing his pant covered member closer to her heat. “Same.”

“Talk about it later?”

“God, yes!” She screams as his lips find their way to her cloth covered nipple, his teeth latching on as he sits her up on the counter top of the island. 

She starts unbuttoning his dress shirt, but god is it taking forever. Something comes over her, she begins pulling the unbuttoned parts in opposite directions and then yanks it, making the buttons fly across the kitchen.

He wants to be mad at her for ruining one of his favorite shirts but the way she’s biting his lip and rubbing his hard cock with her delicate fingers makes the shirt seem not so much of a big deal. “Baaaaby, god, yes.”

Kensi pushes his pants and boxers down his legs with her feet, her lips never leaving his. 

Once he steps out of his pants, Marty grasps the hem of her lacy panties that he loves so much and pulls them off her legs. As he gets rid of the offending object, he grabs one of her long tan legs and trails kisses up her calf to her thigh. 

She whimpers when his lips find her already soaking wet pussy. “Fuck.” 

Marty spreads her legs further apart, giving him more room to work. He darts his tongue out, coming in contact with her little pink nub. His hands rub up and down her thighs as his lips and tongue assault her folds, earning him deep moans from his lady bird. 

“Do-don’t stop, baby.”

He smiles when he start to feel her tremble beneath his touch, knowing that she’s about to come undone. He works extra hard, moving his tongue in and out of her hole, nipping at her nub with his teeth and to send her completely over the edge he slips two fingers inside her. 

‘MAAAARTY.”

She threads her fingers through his hair, pulling his head back and leans down, placing a kiss to his lips. 

He stands back up and finally removes her t-shirt, make that his t-shirt from her body. “God, I love you, baby.” His lips latch onto her nipple as he massages her other breast with his free hand. 

Tilting her head back, she lets out another breathy moan before demanding what she really want from him right now. “I love you, too. Now fuck me.”

Kensi scoots herself back further on the island as he hoist himself up on to the counter. She smiles when his hard throbbing cock comes into full view and he begins pumping himself as he watches her lay down. 

He begins to follow her down, bringing his lips to hers as his chest presses against hers. 

They let out a unified moan when he finally slips his throbbing cock into her sopping wet pussy. 

At first their kisses and rhythm are frenzied as they can’t seem to touch each other enough, but soon their bodies are syncopated. He thrust into her over and over again as she thrust her hips up into him. It’s not long before they both come over the edge and send each other into a star filled haze. 

He collapses on top of her, doing his best not to crush her. “Did I mention how good your pussy taste because…Oh. My. God.”

She reaches over to grab a roll of paper towels, laying them under her head to prop it up. Looking down at her husband, her love, the feeling of contentment that always washes over her when she sees him makes its way through her body. “I love you so much.”

His body now half on top of her, he places a kiss to her bare chest and wraps his arm around her waist to pull her body even closer to his. “I love you more, Dirty Deeks.”

“What the hell?”

“What?”

“Dirty Deeks? Really?”

“Okay. Kinky Kens then.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“So you keep saying.” He looks up at her with that grin that is specifically reserved for her.

She tries not to smile, but with him being all cute and adorable, she really has no will power. Her lips land on his and it seems as though round two is about to begin, because she can feel her husband’s excitement pressed against her thigh. “We’re not gonna talk about our first days tonight, are we.”

His teeth nip at her nipple, earning him a soft moan. “I’ll send you an email at work tomorrow.”

Kensi huffs a laugh that quickly turns to a moan. Yeah, emails are good. 

[chromecutie]

Not A Ghost - part 29

A/N - Multi-part fic. Colossus x OC where OC has come home after being wrongfully imprisoned in the Icebox. Warnings for whole fic - references and flashbacks to harsh prison environment, including various types of abuse. Takes place shortly after events in Deadpool 2. Whole thing will end up on my AO3 eventually.

Taglist: @emma-frxst  @ra-ra-rasputiin  @holamor ​  @empressme-bitch  @marvel-is-perfection  @hazilyimagine ​ @marvelhead17 @rovvboat @angstybadboytrash ​ @whitewitchdown ​ @master-sass-blast ​ @mori-fandom @mooleche @dandyqueen @emberbent @leo-writer . Wanna be added or removed? Holla at me.

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Rhonda tugged at the ugly yellow jumpsuit. Somehow, the Department of Mutant Control had gotten uglier and more uncomfortable jumpsuits. She growled under her breath, "Upgraded the collars, downgraded the clothes. What else did they cut corners on to cover these?"

Wade chirped, "Good ol' privatized prisons! Gotta love 'em, right Jackboot Thug Number Three?" He nudged the guard who was ushering them to the mess hall.

Jackboot Thug Number Three was not amused and hit Wade with the cattle prod he carried. With a pained yelp, he crumpled to his knees on the metal grate they walked on. Rhonda slowed, but didn't stop for fear she'd get hit next. Hair still cold and wet from when the officers hosed her off, she shivered. Wade groaned his way back to his feet, "He's a little spicier than you, Pikachu." He played it cool, but his coughing was worrisome.

The Icebox itself looked mostly how Rhonda remembered it. Chilly, hard surfaces everywhere so even quiet sounds echoed extensively. The areas that Cable had broken through only a matter of months ago had been repaired, but were done with functionality in mind and not uniformity with the rest of the facility. Rebar, concrete, and steel jutted at rough angles. Guards stood watch near many of the repaired areas, making it difficult for inmates to try to investigate if there were any weaknesses.

Passing by a group of inmates, Rhonda only recognized a few, but those gave her dirtier looks than the ones she didn’t know. A man with red-rimmed eyes bared his teeth - filed to points - and hissed at her. Showing infinitely more confidence than she felt, Rhonda said, “Hello to you too, snaggletooth. Miss me?”

 A buzzing alarm rang, and inmates flowed around Rhonda, Wade, and their officer escort to the mess hall. “Go ahead,” their officer said gruffly. “Don’t start any shit in there or I will let you die.” Jackboot Thug Number Three melted away into the crowd, leaving Wade and Rhonda to exchange a look.

“Okay,” Wade was way too cheerful, “Let’s get our lunch trays and figure out which cool kids we can sit with.” 

“Nobody, Wade,” she answered flatly as they got in line for food. “I can’t sit with anybody here.”

The other inmates gave them a wide berth. Trays clacked and slid along the metal rails, and even though everyone was hungry, no one got too close to Rhonda. Wade muttered out of the side of his mouth, “Jesus, what did you do, huh?”

“Not here,” her voice was so raspy she was barely audible when she spoke quietly.

The food that was scooped and plopped onto their plates was beige and barely warm. The mess hall staff said it was beef and noodles, but whatever was passing for beef was too pale. There was also a small scoop of green beans - somehow worse than the canned kind, a half an orange that was dry like it had been cut days ago, and the Icebox’s trademark little chocolate pudding cup. “Still better than my piece of shit dad used to make,” Wade shrugged. Rhonda sighed, remembering why some days she had simply opted out of eating. Something tugged and twisted in her heart.

Shoulders up and head down, Rhonda held her tray close, such as it was, and scanned for a table they could take. As they walked past each one, inmates would spread their elbows or scoot a few inches so they all took up more room than they needed. Making an executive decision, Rhonda planted herself at the end of a table, and if the inmates there wanted a bubble around her, they would have to make one. As Wade settled in across from her, the wiry men who were there first scooted a few inches to put some distance between them.

With no appetite, Rhonda started to force down the food. The noodles were too soft, the meat too salty, though it was pretty much the only flavor on the whole plate. She tried the green beans and had to keep herself from gagging. Why were they slimy? Taking a deep breath, she was still deciding whether she would bother trying the orange, when heavy footsteps stomped from across the mess hall and stopped a few feet away from her table. 

“New bitches give me their pudding,” a deep voice echoed through the room and somehow managed to sound a little whiny.

“Ooh, here we go!” Wade said gleefully as he bit into the rind of his orange like it was an apple. 

She briefly closed her eyes and shook her head, her heart already surging with adrenaline. “We’re not new,” she replied, just loudly enough to be heard.

“Oh?” the deep voice grew louder and he took a couple steps. “Because I ain’t seen you here. Where the hell you been if you ain’t new?”

Rhonda fought to keep her breathing slow, controlled. “I’m not gonna spend time explaining myself to idiots.” She glanced over her shoulder, just to gauge this petulant aggressor. 

He was meaty, had a bit of a gut. There was a big burn scar on his face, which spread down his neck and trailed under his collar. His breathing was heavy, though he didn't look like he'd recently exerted himself. His face started turning red as he huffed, "Listen, bitch. You're new, and I'm gonna get your pudding."

Looking back to Wade before the man was even done talking, Rhonda rolled her eyes and shook her head. She knew this type all too well. No amount of conflict de-escalation could salvage this conversation. "Play your intimidation show with someone else." She wasn't loud, but her dry throat sounded like she'd just drank cement mix. Her tone was flat, neutral. Unfortunately, belligerent idiots still hear neutral as combative. Especially when other inmates start snickering.

The red-faced brute came hurtling his full force at Rhonda, and at the last second she swung her legs around the end of the bench, spinning to her feet. She grabbed the man by the back of his head and slammed his face into the edge of the metal table--to a sickening, wet crunch of his teeth breaking. Pieces of his teeth flew over the table. He howled in shock and pain, blood pouring from his mouth, lips busted.

Rhonda shoved him away from her, onto the floor. She picked up her little plastic cup of pudding--the only not-terrible thing in the Icebox and the single hottest commodity--and threw the damn thing on the ground with her whole strength, close to the man’s head. The foil seal broke and pudding splattered over the concrete floor. 

The rest of the inmates stopped laughing and fell silent, watching.

Rhonda wanted to roar and shout, but her throat was too sore, voice too hoarse. Instead, she croaked at the man moaning on the ground, “If you want my pudding so bad, you will lick it off the fucking floor.” When he didn’t move, she tangled her fist in his hair and shoved his face in it, snarling, “Go on, lick it! I’ll wait.” 

He made pitiful sounds, and after some hesitation, finally started licking it off the floor. 

“Wade, come piss on this idiot,” she waved him over.

He winced and balked, “Aw, come on, it hurts to pee!”

She answered him with a glare that very clearly said, Motherfucker, do not test me here or I will make an example of you.

He gave a whining groan like a kid being told to take out the trash, and crossed over to piss on the man who attacked Rhonda.

She searched the immediate area and picked up the broken pieces of teeth from the table and floor. Rattling them in her hand, she raised her voice just loud enough for the other inmates (though it hurt to speak), “Next person who touches me eats these teeth.”

When there was no answer, the inmates resumed their meals and Rhonda and Wade returned to their seats. She forced down her food, despite her nausea, and hoped she didn’t regret it later. 

“Soooo,” Wade raised his eyebrows and picked at his food, “Guess I’m never stealing any french fries from your Happy Meal. Food aggressive, much?”

She chewed her next few bites just as little as she could get away with in order to swallow her food, before giving up eating any more. “If we have the slightest chance for survival,” she said, “We’re gonna have to get control over as much of the prison as possible.”

“Sooner’s better than later,” Wade agreed. “We don’t know what kind of timeline we have.”

Scanning the room with the corner of her eye, Rhonda observed, "You see the tall, skinny guy with the blue hair?" When Wade confirmed, she continued, "He's sitting with the Vicious 13. Last time I was here, he was high-ranking with the Red Disciples." She stole a glance around the room. "I don't see who I'd expect for the Disciples, so something happened. We need to find what."

They finished their meals and as they returned their trays, the other inmates gave them sideways glances. It was respectful - sort of - like the way all animals must drink during a drought, and there will be surprising moments of tenuous peace. However, as people clustered to return trays was also a good time for a whole gang to shank one victim and then disperse with no one sure who did the attack. When neither Rhonda nor Wade was stabbed, she was sure the semi-respectful glances were the other inmates sizing her up, calculating who could take her down, when, and how.

“I see it too,” Wade’s voice was low in her ear, “Come on.” He pinched part of her jumpsuit to lead her to a less crowded part of the mess hall, less obvious than taking her by the elbow. They could hear the tiny rattle and rustle of the teeth fragments in Rhonda’s pocket. Her exterior looked calm enough, but her heart was pounding and she kept every muscle tensed just to keep from trembling. When they were out of everyone’s arm’s reach, Wade had a coughing fit. It was a deep, choppy cough that wracked his body.

Rhonda put a hand on his shoulder, brows creasing, “What’s wrong?”

Wade groaned as his cough subsided, “Probably a bunch of fuckin’ tumors. I didn’t tell you my superpower is just not dying of cancer?”

Realization dawned and turned to horror on her face. “So the collar...Wade! Why did you jump in on this?”

A guard barked, “Inmates! Turn in for the night. Lights out in one hour.”

Clearing his throat to stave off another coughing fit, he answered, “Because I’m the right choice. If Cable’s cut off from his powers, his metal arm will become his metal everything; we already covered how Colossus wouldn’t make it a day without getting his shit wrecked. Maybe Domino would get by fine, but I know the Icebox better.”

Stunned, Rhonda said quietly, “I could do this on my own if I had to.”

“It’s bad enough to send you back in here at all,” Wade shook his head, “Nobody’s saying you aren’t tough, but everyone’s got their limits.”

“How long do you have?” her voice cut out in her hoarse whisper, like a phone call with a bad connection.

Wade shrugged, “At least a few days, we’ll be fine.”

Her eyes widened in dread. Before she could answer, the guard yelled a few feet away from them, “INMATES! Cells! Now.”

Wade squared his shoulders and turned on the charm with a fake English accent, “Ah, concierge! Show us to our rooms please, we’ve only just arrived.”

The officer gripped his cattle prod, a warning. Then he waved his hand to usher them along. They shuffled up some stairs, steps echoing through the concrete cavern. He led them to their cell block and stopped at one cell that was occupied by what looked like a werewolf with terrible mange. “You’re in here,” he shoved Wade in.

The realization that they were separating made Rhonda’s heart leap into her throat, veins turning cold.

If Wade was worried, he didn’t let it show. He waved, “Bye, bestie! See you in the morning!”

Somehow, she forced herself to nod and allowed the guard to herd her further down the row to her cell. Someone was in there, but it was too dark to see who; the lights were busted in that cell. There was something cruel in the way the guard chuckled, “Good luck, mutie,” as he pushed Rhonda in, right before the doors mechanically slid closed.

“I heard the rumors that Guestbook was back,” a feminine voice like crushed velvet purred, “but I didn’t believe it until I saw for myself.”

Rhonda sighed, irritated. “Hello, Mimi.”

[scarlettswxtch]

Darkest Side of Me | 2

Characters: Bucky x Reader / Steve x Reader

Summary: You’re recruited as a new Avenger with powers unlike any other. With a tragic past blurred from birth, who will be at your side when you realise who you truly are?

Word count: 2,400

A/N: I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE ORIGINAL POST. Lol. So sorry to anyone who wondered what happened but please let me know if you enjoy the Bucky and Steve thing or if you’d prefer a Bucky x Reader only fic. I apologise for any spelling mistakes in advance.

On another note, I’m terrible at summaries 😬. It’s changed from my first one if you remember it, just felt like it didn’t describe it well enough. Hope you guys enjoy anyway!! (P.S. I’m SUPER sorry for the late posting I’ve been so busy). Message me if you’d like to be on the tag list :)

Warnings: This fanfiction is M Rated, and the men (really only Steve and Bucky) will all be dominant guys, if you’re into that sorta thing. So..beware cause some chapters may be smutty ;)

DARKEST SIDE OF ME

PART 1

You woke as the sun rises like a canopy of gold, bright amid the blue, bidding the stars to take their nightly rest. As darkness surrenders, every colour changes from tinges of charcoal to a vibrancy.

 A third cup of coffee was now nestled perfectly into your hands as you stood outside the compound’s kitchen balcony. The avenger’s facility was truly impeccable with its finely trimmed grass fields and blue coastal views. When you had returned from your encounter with Bucky, you sat in bed restlessly, wondering what was so magnetic about him. After millennia of being alive, encountering countless beings, human and alien alike, none of them had made you feel such a strong state of wonder as that damned soldier. There was something about him - his gaze, how it so daringly held yours, the way his presence could make your heart skip, mind wonder. It was ridiculous. He was a stranger you had met merely 24 hours ago. Yet, it was intriguing, made you want to know more. It was seldom someone made you feel this way and you wondered what the fates were trying to tell you.

 You closed your eyes to the lullaby of the ocean, breathing in its poignant salty breath, sighing in silent content. Quiet mornings were your most cherished part of the day.

 “Mornin’.” You hear behind you. Startled, you whirl around and almost spill your coffee everywhere. A splash of it lands on the floor and thankfully not on you. You’d think a goddess would have a little more grace than this, you think to yourself and scowl at the now brown spot on an otherwise perfectly pristine floor.

 Your eyes turn to meet a lovely pair of wonderfully azure orbs now shining with amusement. You gather yourself, your scowl deepening...which apparently only adds to his amusement because he chuckles.

 “Good morning, Captain.” You say, unimpressed with his humour. Inner you squealed at his sudden presence. Steve Rodgers was like a GQ model with all the charm in the world.

 He sauntered over to your side, keeping a friendly, and (unfortunately) professional distance. “How you settling in?” He says, his eyes level to yours.

 You didn’t miss his loose grey t-shirt, which quite frankly did nothing to hide his very obvious god-like build. The muscles of his biceps flexed with every slight movement and damn if you didn’t want to reach out and take your time tracing each ridge with your fingertips. Maybe even your tongue. You wouldn’t be opposed to either. Jesus Christ this guy was hot.

 Your eyes snapped to his. If he noticed you checking him out, he gratefully didn’t show it. Although, you assumed he was used to swooning women. “Fine,” you said, your voice holding a hint of hoarseness that he didn’t miss. “Might take a little getting used to, but everyone seems great” you finished, with a smile.

 Steve nodded and gave you a smile of his own. “Yeah it can be tough, first coupla days”.

 “The whole welcome committee made me feel more at ease”

 “Yeah, you stick around long enough they’ll start to feel like family” he said sympathetically, correctly guessing family was a sore spot for you.

 Your eyes turned to him, unsurprised “You read my file.”

 “Always do my homework on new recruits” he explained “Fury runs files through us before approval...it’s not often someone gets recommended for the team. When Fury found out about you, and what you could do, he wanted you on board ASAP. We didn’t protest.”

 You raised a brow “So I got the Tony and Cap stamp of approval? I’m flattered”

 He grins “No doubt your file is quite impressive, the team could definitely use someone like you on our side. Thor didn’t seem thrilled with the idea the idea, though. He protested to say the least.”

 You chuckled, but there was nothing but bitterness behind it “Yes. I can imagine” He raised a brow and you looked away from him in memory. It didn’t go unnoticed that he wasn’t part of your welcome party last night. Odin disliked you for reasons unbeknownst - Thor and you were the best of friends, once upon a time. He took pity on you, swearing to convince his father to allow you refuge on Asgard. Days later, he returned with a wary look on his face, claiming to know ‘who you really are’. You never saw him again.

“Long story,” You told Steve.

His hand gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze and his next words were said like velvet, “If you ever need to talk, I have all the time in the world. Literally,” you appreciated Steve, he was like a beacon of safety and warmth. The kinda guy that would take your deepest, darkest secrets to the grave because he promised.

You smiled at him warmly. It was unlikely you’d take him up on that, but you were grateful for his sincerity. “I’ll keep that in mind” He simply nods in response.

Moments later, he sighs loudly before downing all his coffee, placing the cup on the table beside him and turning to you with a mischievous look in his eyes. “Wanna spar?” He asks, both hands on hips and lips tipped up in challenge. You raise a surprised eyebrow and he grins “What? Scared you’ll lose?”

 You chuckle, appreciating the change of topic. “I see you didn’t do all your homework on me, Captain” you say, placing your unfinished coffee on the table. You levelled his challenging gaze with your own, “Both know I could beat you with my eyes closed” you retort, teasingly, and he smiles with wonderful curiosity.

 “I did read your file. Thoroughly” he retorts, stepping closer to you. You suddenly felt very small against his ridiculously tall frame. “You’re enhanced. Healing powers, fast reflexes, better than any Soviet-trained assassin according to SHIELD” he stopped with pointed humour “although I’m sure Bucky and Natasha will contest that”, that made you scoff. “Besides, new recruits need training”

 “I’m impressed. Although I think you’ll find your time as a popsicle has nothing on my literal thousand-year-old experience.” You said with a grin

 “Oh, so that’s how we’re playing it?” He asked with a hearty laugh and right then you were certain no galaxy in the world could show you anything more pleasant.

 “Hey, you started it Cap, I’m known for my retribution”

 “I’m sure you’ll go easy on me” he adds.

 You gave him a smirk “No promises”

 ~~~

 “You okay down there, Cap?” You say, your voice trembling with humour.

 Steve Rodgers looks up at you from the hard floor of the training room. Salty droplets flow down his face like soft summer rain, dripping onto the concrete as he sits to regain his breath.

 He lets out a huffed breath and repeats your earlier words “I’m impressed”

 You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear, eyes shining with obvious pride. You had just taken down the world’s favourite golden boy with nothing but a few fight moves. Needless to say, Cap had some good moves of his own and had almost got you down a few times. Then again, you are of a completely superior alien race, so you’d give him some credit.

 “Well, not like Fury to employ any average gal- “you began, before a strong hand wrapped around your ankle and you were suddenly falling down, moments away from head butting the floor before strong hands wrapped around your waist, guiding you to land quite snug on Steve’s lap.

 He gave you an amused look “You were saying?” Suddenly, you were very aware of his warm hands against your waist and you couldn’t think of a better feeling.

 Actually...maybe you could...because right now your hands were resting on his chest and holy hell does it feel nice. All you wanted to do was rip off his shirt and set it ablaze. In fact, you wanted to march to his room and set all of his shirts ablaze. It would be a blessing to all humankind to watch Steve Rodgers walk around shirtless, all the time...24/7...would definitely add years onto someone’s life. Especially if they had their hands on him, just like this.

 He squeezes you as if you gain your attention, his eyes twinkling with amusement because he had very obviously caught you checking out his chest. You blinked, sure enough your cheeks were now stained pink. Thank god mind reading wasn’t on his resume.

 You cleared your throat “You distracted me, that’s cheating. Besides, I’m not using any of my abilities on you. Fair game and everything” you finish with a smirk.

 “Thought you weren’t going easy on me?” He said teasingly.

 “You could’ve let me fall and you didn’t.”

 He grins “Yeah, I had a good reason”.

 You raised a brow “And what would that be?”

 You feel his hands softly squeeze your bare waist and your breath hitches. “Didn’t wanna ruin that pretty face of yours, darlin’” he says, and inner you sighs in upmost content. Well...damn. Safe to say Captain America could charm anyone’s pants off. You were just happy this time they were yours. His hands move lower, thumb now drawing circles against your back and you feel your mind wonder to places it shouldn’t. Gosh his eyes are nice, and you’d be damned if his face wasn’t even more beautiful up close. You were dazed, and if you weren’t mistaken, so was he because his eyes glazed over with a very familiar look of lust. Perhaps if you just leaned a little clo-

 “Well don’t you two look cosy” you hear from the doorway and your head whips around to meet an icy cold stare. Bucky Barnes. What terrible timing.

 You promptly lift yourself off Steve, almost giving yourself whiplash, hand shooting out to hold the bars of the ring. You clear your throat. “We were just sparring” you explain, and frown to yourself. Why did you feel the urge to justify yourself to this man?

 He lifted an eyebrow “If that’s how you spar, doll, you’ll have the whole house lining up for a piece of that”

 Your eyes narrow. Did he just -. Your mouth opens, but before you can reply he cuts you off: “Stark wants us at the conference room in 5. So, when you two love-birds are done ‘sparring’” he says, pointedly air-quoting the last word and your eyes narrow further “we’ll be waiting for you”. And with that, he turns on his heel and leaves.

 You turned to Steve and your look of disbelief must’ve been evident on your face because he chuckles as he lifts himself off the floor. “Don’t mind him, he’s always grumpy.” He walks out of the ring, suddenly turning to you all Captain America like as if he didn’t just have you on his lap 2 minutes ago. “Get cleaned up”, he throws a towel at you “I’ll see you in the conference room in 3” and with that, he leaves, and you’re left wondering if all super soldiers are this perplexing.

 ~~~

 The conference room was nice to say the least. Tony Stark did nothing half-way. You were watching him with all his authority and confidence, but your thoughts were a million miles away. Cap sat at the head of the table and you could see his lips form words your mind wasn’t quite registering. Probably not a great idea considering this was your first mission debriefing. Your thoughts were in fact on the man opposite you. His metal hand tapping restlessly on the table, you could tell he was paying as much attention as you were. You tilted your head in silent wonder and observed him with careful consideration. If the hard line on his lips and slight frown were anything to go by, something was bothering him, and you could tell.

 He doesn’t look any less gorgeous when he’s annoyed, by the way. If anything, it added to the masculinity of his features; hard jaw clenching deliciously, eyes miraculously darker, that perpetual murderous look in his face magnetised by a million. Jesus Christ you felt like a teenager. Why are these stupid, gorgeous super soldiers taking up all your damned thoughts?

 You didn’t know what it was about Steve either. His in-your-face all-star golden boy beauty was fucking gut wrenching. He was sweet, ever-so welcoming, he joked, had this calm, comforting aura that made you feel warm and lovely. Like you knew him all your life - as if he were your long-lost best friend your soul wanted to hold onto with every ounce of her being. Your eyes flickered to him and you watched as his mouth made yet more unheard words. Your interaction earlier had been unprecedented. Sure, you were attracted to him, but who wasn’t? Steve Rodgers is Adonis embodied and every woman knew it. He was blinding and warm like the sun.

 And Bucky...he was different. The complete paradox of Steve. Bloody beautiful in all the rough ways. There was nothing in-your-face about him, no. He was mysterious, extraordinarily so. There was nothing light about him - just stormy, agonising beauty. You could tell he was that intense guy. The kind women would look at and want just because he looked dangerous. Just because they knew he’d give them the ride of their lives and probably break their heart on the way, but it didn’t matter cause that was part of the adventure. The guy that would wrap his hand around your throat and squeeze until you were on your knees, clawing for breath while telling him how every inch of you belonged to him. Then he’d fuck you bloody just to prove it.

You watched him with a calculated gaze. You had only brief interactions with him but every one of them felt like eternity between you and those icy blue whirlpools of his. There was much more to the Winter Solider than his cold, broody exterior and you wanted to dive deep inside that ocean of his mind and uncover them.

 His eyes turned to you then. He had obviously felt you staring. He raised an annoyed brow in question, and you said nothing, just looked away in silent consideration.

 Natasha poked your thigh from beside you and you turned to her, her green eyes held a mischievous glint as her eyes flickered to Steve, then Bucky, and then you in silent questioning. You rolled your eyes; she had clearly sensed your distraction and your very obvious staring at the two soldiers probably confirmed whatever thoughts she was having. Damn Widow always noticed everything. She smirked, mouthing “Later” and her eyes promised an incoming, post-brief interrogation. Metal note to nicely ask Natasha to debrief you on the debriefing too.

[spell-cleaver]

2. Royal AU + 58. Accidental eavesdropping for whoever in the Skywalker family please? :)

I had to force myself not to continue this, I had so much fun writing it, but I might revisit it at some point in the future if I get the time :)

Prompts from this post.

The castle of Lord Vader was a terrifyingthing. It rose out of the volcanic rocks and ashes of Mustafar, guarded by atreacherous network of passes and continuous small eruptions from the volcanoit was situated on. The only way into the castle—the fortress, almost—was through one specific pass heavily guarded andwatched at all times.

It was one of the largest, most effectivemilitary strongholds in Palpatine’s Empire.

Luke had no idea how he’d managed to gethere.

He was a farmer.And sure, a wannabe knight, but that dream had always been so ridiculouslyunrealistic it was an insult to tell people when they asked. They’d only justlaugh at him anyway.

He was a farmer. That was all he’d thoughtthat he would ever be, until Palpatine went to war.

He’d heard the rumours before he got theconscription notice, of course. Alderaan, Naboo, Chandrila, some otherprosperous nations had joined together to object to Palpatine’s policies, andtheir objections had been violent. The unrest had only grown until half theEmpire was at war with itself, the Rebels derided as Separatists and theImperials derided as fanatics and slaves.

It hadn’t been unusual for both sorts to comethrough the bars of Anchorhead. Luke had worked there in his free time—it wasthe only way to make enough money to help keep the farm aloft and spend time with his friendssimultaneously—and he’d spoken to insurgent and loyalist alike, both scornfulof their enemy. Sometimes he’d had both at the same time, and they’d had toforce them to take the fight outside.

Blood would stain the dust and theirdoorstep, but so long as it didn’t stain the door itself Luke wasn’tresponsible for cleaning it off.

Then the war had escalated, and the Empirehad needed new troops.

And now Luke was here.

“Skywalker!” barked his commandingofficer, a gruff man with one glaring eye. “Stop dawdling and get back towork!”

Work. Cleaning the weapons and returning themto their owners. Painstakingly taking the inventory then checking then checkingit again. Hurrying back and forth to transport the water and food rations totheir corresponding places. There was no end to what the youngest, scrawniestmember of the Imperial Army would be ordered to do in lieu of actually training him.

He’llbe a liability in battle,the recruitment officers had scoffed. Lookat it, he’s got no muscle on him at all.

Actually, Luke did; you didn’t work on a farmyour whole life without it. But he was small, and that was a crime enough in anempire with ideas too big and grand for its reality.

“I’ve finished, sir,” he bit out, politely. He knew full well hiscommanding officer was going to strike or demote him or both any day now, buthe could no longer bring himself to care. “Is there anything else you’dlike me to do, or may I begin training?”

It was a stupid question, really. There wasalways more work to do. The Imperial Army didn’t need an extra soldier; itneeded a decent organiser.

It just needed someone who had their acttogether.

“Of course there’s more work to do,where do you think you are?” the officer snapped. He paused, narrowed hiseyes at Luke, then glanced down at his pack.

Luke followed his gaze. At the top of thepack, just peeking out, was a rolled up letter.

“Boy,” the man said, “deliverthis missive to Lord Vader.”

Luke’s eyes blew wide. The officer smirked atthe terror on his face.

The letter was bad news. It had to be bad news, if no one elsewanted to take it. And everyone inthe Imperial Army knew what Vader did to people who brought him bad news.

His commanding officer held the letter out tohim.

Luke, staring, made no move to grab it.

“Take it, boy,” the man said. “That’s an order.”

Luke took it.

The man gave a nasty smile. “Hurryalong, now.”

Luke swallowed, and looked up at the castleproper. He’d been camped in the courtyard this whole time; while soldiers weretechnically allowed into the castle, he hadn’t entered yet.

Well,here goes nothing.

He took a deep breath and started forwards.

It was nerve-wracking, and it wasintimidating, but he made it through the stringent security measures withouttoo much bother. An alert was sent up to Lord Vader to be expecting him, but toLuke’s dismay no one stepped in to say that they’d deliver the report in hisstead—not even the people who interacted with him on a daily basis. They justgave him slightly pitying looks, like they knew exactly what was going tohappen to him.

The stairs he had to climb up were numerous;for a moment, he wondered if exhausting any potential attackers was anotherpart of Vader’s defence. He supposed it also meant that people only wanted toclimb the stairs to talk to you if it was a genuine emergency, and he wasinterrupted less for stupid reasons.

From what he’d heard of Vader and histendency to… dismiss… any unwanted interruptions, the latter was probablymore likely.

The corridor he emerged onto was a  long one, just as barren of tapestries orother decoration as the rest of the castle. In fact, the impression Luke hadreceived so far from the place was that it was just… part of the mountain.

It was what it was: a military base. The factthat Vader lived here was irrelevant, and the man clearly expected everyone totreat it as such.

There were more windows up here, though, andLuke shivered. The wind whistled in through the slits, ruffling his hair andclothes and trying to tug the missive from his hand. He clutched it tighter.

Through the windows, all he could see was avivid orange and black. After a blink, it discerned itself into a continuouslava flow beneath what looked like the wreckage of a mining facility atop thevolcano. There was a particular ledge that stood out in the view, stark in thecontrast, and Luke had to wonder why the sight of that particular spot gave himsuch chills.

The wind picked up again, whistling. Thecorridor took on the note and thrummed, echoes reverberating all the way up anddown it. When Luke took a step that snapped like a thunderclap, and the roundof applause that chased it down the hall sent yet another coldness tinglingdown his back.

He kept walking anyway.

Now he could hear voices.

He instinctively slowed when he did, scoldedhimself, then sped up again. He would reach the door he’d been given directionsto, go in, hand over the letter, then get out of there. He didn’t need tolinger; he didn’t need to slow. Everything would be perfectly—

“—Skywalker?”

He nearly screamed. But whoever was speakingwasn’t addressing him.

He approached the door carefully. Voices camefrom behind it: one, an elderly rasp; the other, a coarse, gruff bark throughdamaged vocal cords. It was the rasp that had sounded earlier, and now itsounded again:

“Skywalker’s child is dead. As is his wife. I suggest youdon’t concern yourself with his memory,”there was a sneer in the word, “any longer.”

The coarse voice said, low and ragged,sounding thoroughly cowed, “Yes… my master.”

There was no warning save the hiss of clothagainst stone. Luke lifted his hand to rap on the door when it opened verysuddenly and an old man made to step out. Luke threw himself to the sideinstantly to let him pass.

Then he stared.

He knew that face. That was the face on theside of the coins he received whenever he was paid.

He belatedly threw himself to his knees, sohard the cold stone crashed into him and sent bruises all up his calf. Heignored it, keeping his head bowed. “Your Highness, I—”

Stoptalking, a voice inside himhissed. Don’t babble, and don’t speak inthe Emperor’s presence without first being spoken to!

He shut his mouth with an audible click.

He could still sense Palpatine’s assessinggaze on him, but refused to raise his eyes to meet it.

“Lord Vader,” Palpatine saidfinally, sounding like he was enjoyingmaking him squirm. “You have a messenger for you. Tell me, boy,” headdress Luke, “how long were you there for?”

Luke swallowed. “Not long, YourHighness.”

“‘Not long’,” Palpatine echoed.“Very vague. Were you eavesdropping?”

Luke shook his head vehemently. “Absolutelynot, Your Highness.”

“Hmm.” It was impossible to tell ifthe Emperor believed him or not. “Very well, go on in. I’m sure Lord Vaderis anxious to hear your news.”

He walked away without a backward glance.

Luke stayed kneeling on the floor, hesitating—

“You heard him,” that coarse voice—Vader—snapped. Luke could tell that hisire was growing by the minute. “Get in here and give me the letter.”

Luke hurried in, holding out the letteralmost before he’d lifted his head.

When he did lift his head, he regretted itimmediately.

The visage he saw was not the iconic helmetand death mask of the man responsible for so many of the Empire’s victories.For once, it was the face underneath.

Luke had never seen someone with more scars.

He was staring, he knew, but he couldn’t seemto stop.

Vader yanked the sealed letter from Luke’shand, sulphur-yellow eyes not moving off Luke’s for one moment. “How muchdid you hear?” he asked softly—dangerously.

Luke knew he was about to die, but he wasn’tabove begging. “Nothing of any importance, my lord—”

“Anything of interest?”

Luke couldn’t lie to Lord Vader, so he remained silent.

Vader noticed, and grew, if possible, eventenser. “Well?”

Luke hung his head. “It’s nothing, mylord.”

“Clearlyit’s not, and I expect an answer.”

“I thought you mentioned myfather,” he burst out. “Or— or me, or another relative, or someone,but you said my family name.”

Luke watched Vader’s expression shift subtlyas he though back over what had been said—the only name mentioned.

There was a moment of pregnant silencebefore— “Skywalker?” Hehissed the name.

Luke nodded. “Yes, sir. I’m Ensign LukeSkywalker; my father was—”

“Anakin Skywalker.”

Luke’s eyes widened, but he nodded.“Yes.”

Vader stared at him, and it hit Luke that hiseyes were blue as they moved over Luke’s face, his uniform, his stature. Thenthey locked gazes again, and it hit him that they weren’t just blue: they werethe exact same blue as Luke’s.

“Luke Skywalker,” Vader whispered.

Paper crunched. Luke glanced at the letterhe’d just delivered, to see it crumple in Vader’s fist.

Vader turned sharply and walked over to thetable in the corner. It was laden with maps and reports—battle tactics, Lukerealised, eyes wide—but it was surrounded by chairs. Vader pulled one out; itscraped along the floor with a sound that made Luke wince.

Vader took his seat on it, then gestured tothe nearest chair with his chin.

“Sit down, young one,” he said. Histone was oddly soft—almost hesitant. “It seems we have much todiscuss.”

[levi-inthesun]

Was Gonna Die Young (Now I Gotta Wait), Chapter 2

Summary: Florence has a gift- she receives visions and tells prophecy’s and has, unbeknownst to her, attracted the attention of some of the worlds, and WWII’s greatest villain. Now, she must rely on one man to help her out long after she helps him.

This is for @heli0s-writes​ writing challenge, the prompt “Die Young” by Sylvan Esso. Song Here

Eventual Carol x Florence Platonic Bucky x Florence

Series Warnings: Violence, swearing, abuse, depression.

Words: 1689

A/N: So I had forgotten that the first chapter is like, a prologue at best, so I’m posting chapter 2 even tho ch 1 was posted yesterday :)

(gif does NOT belong to me, I didn’t make it)

She had lost track of the years since but Hydra scientists injected her with the poison in her veins that defied the course of nature. When her prophecies began to come true, Hydra decided they never wanted to be without her so they injected her with a variation of their variation on the super-soldier serum. Her aging slowed so much that she would probably look 27 years old for the rest of her too-long life. Since the serum flowed through her veins, they began doing other tests on her to see exactly how it affected her. 

She had undergone memory wipes, physical abuse from some of the Winter Soldiers, she had been starved of both food and water, and now she just wanted to fucking die. She was only allowed her tarot cards when they needed something from her, but she didn’t have anything to lose, so she went looking for them. It was the dead of night- at least she was pretty sure it was, as she crept through the facility she was held in. Bare feet on the cold floor aided her in staying as silent as possible. It felt like she was being called to her cards and it couldn’t be a coincidence because guards, left and right, were sound asleep. She took a deep breath before peeking around the next corner where she was met with absolutely nothing. As she rounded the corner she began to feel paranoid. What if they were watching her? What if this was a trap? What if-

As she looked through the small window in the door, she saw her cards and a smile crept onto her face. Carefully she opened the door and snatched them, running back down the corridors to the small room they kept her in. Then, she moved to the back of the room behind her bed to have a little bit of privacy. She held her cards to her chest before shuffling the battered cards gently.

“I need something to live for,” she whispered as a tear slipped from her eyes before she drew the top six cards from the deck.

The Fool The Two of Wands The Chariot The Two of Cups The Lovers

As she laid them out, one by one, a vision began to form in her mind.

Before her was a path covered in thick foliage, barely a path at all. Florence began to move forward, bracing herself against the limbs, vines, and bushes that crowded the way. As she slowly moved forward, the path began to get easier to traverse and soon, she was approached by a man. It was someone she recognized, but couldn’t place, at least not until she looked deep into his eyes. 

“I am here to help,” he whispers, “but first you must help me.” The man’s eyes suddenly turned cold and his posture was stiff, at attention. There was a flash in his blue eyes when he looked back at her, “Please, remember me. Help me,” he pleaded before returning to the cold demeanor and then disappearing altogether. 

Next, the single path diverged into three, and standing before her was her mentor, shrouded in a golden flame.

“Madam Sullivan,” Florence cried, “What are you doing here?”

“I am here to guide you, my child,” she took a step forward and took Florence’s hand, the golden flame began to engulf her too. Rather than burns, however, she felt the warmth she could always count on from her mentor, a type of warmth she hadn’t felt since her passing. “I cannot tell you which path you must take, however, after you aid the man you must be patient. Your time to escape will come.”

Madam Sullivan shifted to stand beside her and now before her was a woman holding a gun and she was talking to a man who reeked of an aura both harmful and chaotic. Suddenly, then woman pointed her gun at the airplane between them and she pulled the trigger. As soon as she did, it was as if pure energy had exploded in rippling blue and red waves that rebounded towards the woman. Once the first wave touched her skin, it began to bind with the essence of the woman and she was being enveloped in the glorious energy. Before she passed out, her eyes shined with power and her hair was acting as if it was aflame, firey and wild. It was in that state that she seemed to lock her eyes directly with Florence’s grey ones.

“Find me,” the woman whispered. “Live and find me.”

Florence came back to reality with a gasp, eyes adjusting to the darkness once again.

The next morning, Florence was prepared for the backlash for sneaking out and stealing her cards, but it never came and that caused her to worry more than the abuse she should have already received would have. The next couple of nights she tried to learn more about the woman from her vision, however, on the third night the words of her mentor came to mind-

“You will only receive knowledge when the knowledge is ready to come to light and when you are ready to receive it. Nothing good comes by forcing the cards.”

She did her best to lie low, to do as she was told and to not talk back. She would be compliant and she was miserable. She spent decades doing this until she was trusted enough and was needed to accompany one of the Winter Soldiers on a mission. No chaperone, no observer, just her and the soldier.

They arrived somewhere in the states, where exactly she wasn’t sure. She quietly followed the soldier to a small, dingy motel where they would lie low. It was there that she saw the year, 2001. She began to feel panic twist in her stomach and rise to her throat. As soon as they were in their room she booked it for the bathroom as she threw up what little she had had to eat. After her stomach was done lurching, she laid down on the bathroom floor and cried. 

60 years. She has been in Hydra’s custody for 60 fucking years, yet she still looked like she was 27. As sobs ripped through her body she thought of the soldier she was meant to help and the woman she was destined for. How the fuck am I going to be able to save anyone when I’ve spent a lifetime as a prisoner? How the fuck is someone supposed to love me?

She heard a knock on the bathroom door and she forced herself back together again. 

“Just a minute,” she called out pathetically. 

She stood up and washed her face before looking at her reflection. She looked like a ghost and it terrified her. She looked herself in the eye when her eyes rolled back, only showing the whites of her eyes.

She saw a man in uniform, hat crooked on his head to match the crooked smile on his lips. He was handsome, no question. There was a smaller man with him, sickly. She could see a fondness in both men’s eyes.

“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back,” the man in uniform requested the smaller man.

“How can I? You’re taking all the stupid with you,” the Brooklyn accent was heavy and suddenly Florence looked around. She was home and these men had to have lived not far from her.

“You’re a punk,” the soldier replied, walking to embrace his friend in a hug so tight it should have crushed him.

“Jerk,” the other man threw back. “Be careful.” 

Florence looked closer at the soldier, finally finding his name. Sgt. Barnes. 107th. 

Barnes started walking away, and his friend called after him, “Don’t win the war till I get there!”

Florence blinked her eyes open, the soldier had grown tired and gotten through the door and she met his eyes in the mirror. They were deep blue, would have been brighter had Hydra not drowned him out. Then everything clicked.

“Barnes?” 

“Your name is Barnes, right?” Florence kept her voice gentle, desperately trying not to startle him.

The soldier shook his head. “No,” he forced out as he ground his teeth together. 

Florence placed a hand on his arm and he jumped back and away from her, pulling out a knife from who knows where.“Soldat,” Florence whispered, “It’s okay. I am here to help you.” She held her hands out, showing that she had no weapons and that she meant no harm. It took a moment, but the soldier began to calm down and eventually sat down on one of the twin beds. Florence approached him slowly, hands still out. 

She sat on the other bed facing him.“I need you to think, and you have my word, you are safe to do so. No harm will come from this, you just have to trust me.” Florence saw a flash deep within his eyes, the man he truly is was trying to show himself. “The name Barnes, does that mean anything to you?” She asked him gently.

The soldier took a deep breath and closed his eyes, searching the limited memory he had. “Maybe,” he whispered, “I- I don’t know.”

Florence smiled slightly, his voice wasn’t as vibrant as it used to, but it was definitely his voice.“Could I show you something?” She asked, and idea forming in her mind. “I’m not sure if this is going to work, but it’s worth a try.”

The soldier nodded.

“Okay, Soldier, I am going to stand in front of you and place my hands on either side of your head,” she explained as she stood up. “Then, we are both going to close our eyes and I am going to try to show you what I saw.”

He nodded and she did as she said she would. She placed her hands on his head, a thumb on each temple. He felt tense beneath her and she realized this was the first time in 60 years since he’d been touched without violence.

“Alright,” she said, taking another breath, “close your eyes.”

[cephalo-trio]

Deepsea Escape Part 6

A Splatoon 2 Story written by Splat-Tendency

Starring: Lexi Camellia (POV)

((Lexi was on her way to deliver the last mail at first, and then she wakes up in the underground subway station. She has no clue where she is or how is she going to get back to the surface. She has no choice, but to venture through this abandoned station alone.))

"Eight. Can ya help me out for a bit?" Cuttlefish asked, after I brought the 2nd thang to that phone guy. He happened to be holding a notepad and a pencil. "We have been traveling through this facility for quite some time. Yet, I still haven't seen Agent 3.."

Agent 3 did say, he was going to investigate a little further after our encounter. "Yeah, sure. What do you want me to help you with?" I got up from my resting bench and approached the captain.

"I need you to describe what he looks like. That way someone might know where he is." Cuttlefish got his pencil ready, waiting for me to describe Agent 3's appearance.

"Fine, I guess.." I nodded. "He's around my age.. His hair is half-shaved, different from the casual hairstyles.." I described to him, specifically as Cuttlefish is scribbling on his notepad. "And his face has a few battle scars.. And his eyes are amber, too.."

I couldn't stop thinking about that iron-willed agent. Then again, he used to be my enemy when I was an elite trooper. ("Why do I care about the agent who got me into this mess...? Then again... he did found me while I was unconcious and gave me some snacks..") I would hate him, but he was a lot kinder when I first met him for 4 years..

"Agent 8? Earth to Agent 8!" I snapped out of my daydreaming as Cuttlefish called me. "Is this what're talking about?" Cuttlefish had drawn a pretty good sketch of Agent 3. How did he draw so fast, I wonder?

"Y-Yeah.. That's him." I nodded as I took a good look at his appearance. He's a lot different than our last encounter, 4 years ago.

"Splendid! You'll post this on the this wacky telephone. If anyone has seen Agent 3, we'll be sure to find him! Right now, there's only 2 left to find! I'm counting on you to get us outta here! Never give up hope!" Hope. This is what Cuttlefish has said to me once we returned to the train.

"Pearl.. Mind if I ask you something?" I asked them while I continue to collect the Mem Cakes. I'm currently in the E-Line in search for the 3rd thang.

"What's up, Eight?" Pearl is the one communicating with me, while Marina is typing away on her personal laptop.

"Earlier, Cuttlefish told me to never give up hope.. What even is 'hope' to you..?" I asked her out of curiosity. I have been fighting my way through a lot of challenges.

"Hope, eh?" Pearl replied. "Well it's like if you're feelin' down, you gotta get back up and go with the flow. Rina over there is the reason, I never give up hope. Ever since we first met and started makin' music"

"Awww.. Pearlie.." Marina was actually blushing.

"Listen, Eight. Don't let anyone bring ya down. We'll be there 100 percent, yo!" Thanks to Pearl, I'm motivated to keep going.

"I see.. Thank you for your time, Pearl.." I hung up after our conversation. When I do escape, I wouldn't mind listening to their music.

A few tests later, I stumbled upon another station between E-12 and F-01. After a lot of struggles, I'll soon have a chance to get home. The more I travel deep into the underground, the more worried I get.

"So, this is the Drop the Bass station..." I read the sign once I arrived at my destination. Something about this battle arena seemed familiar.

"Something seems a bit off, don't you agree Cap'n..?" There was no mistaken it. I have been to this area before. Was it just a coincidence?

"Nothin' familiar to me.. Just that much pile of green gunk on the floor." I shruggged hearing Cuttlefish's response. It could be yet another horde of the Sanitized trying to stop me from clearing a test.

Without delay, I took the launchpad and super jumped into the battlefield. C.Q Cumber has recommended me to use the Dualie Squelchers for this task. I don't pay much attention to the other weapons as of late but this will indeed help me.

As I ventured closer to the huge pile of sanitized ink, I saw a few jolts in the air. Before I could react, something colossal emerged from the ink. It was a huge cube-like enemy with short legs and it happened to be coated with some kind of silver armor. The huge enemy has a huge tentavle like the ones I've seen back in Octo Valley. My jaw dropped as I recognized what that thing is.

"Th-The Octo Stomp..?!" I cried as I stood still like a deer caught in the headlights. "I don't understand..!! Why is one of the Octobosses from the Canyon here..?!" This new form of Octo Stomp is extemely different than the one in Octo Canyon.

"Did you just say the Octo Stomp..? 4 years ago, Agent 3 splatted that thing to a pulp! Isn't he your ally, Eight..?" Cuttlefish remembers one of the Octoweapons all too well.

"Now's not the time for a history lesson, Cap'n..!! It's about to attack me..!" The Octo Stomp Redux charged straight towards me, leaving a huge trail of ink. It was so fast, I managed to get away from his assault.

Suddenly, an Octotrooper appeared on the top of his head. Along with the built-in Splatling, the trooper began shooting at me. With all the bubbles this Octostomp is creating makes it hard to move around. I noticed there was some kind of shield on his nose. That must be a weakpoint.

I made a b-line through the tainted ink, avoiding enemy fire. "Now, take this...!!" I dodge rolled forward to directly shoot at the face guard. That was enough to break open his coat of armor.

"Good going, Eight! It's armor is gone!" Marina was analyzing the enemy's weakness. "Still.. To think there are also a sanitized versions of the Octobosses.."

"I have no idea either, Hyperfresh.. We'll talk about it, later.." After contacting with Marina, I heard a loud roar from the Octostomp. Now that his armor is broken.

"Cry all you want, I'll just keep my distance.." I safely backed up before the Octostomp does another bodyslam. Or so I thought.

Instead, he made a long jump and slammed against me, causing my battle suit to break from the impact. As I shrieked in pain, I was tumbling down to the bottomless pit. Luckily, I quickly grabbed the ledge with one hand. "W-What the hell...?!" I winced from the tainted ink touching my skin. I was careless and didn't the long jump coming.

I thought back to what Pearl just said. To never give up hope and get back up. With all of my might, I climbed back up from certain doom to restore my suit's armor. That impact made me drop my Dualie Squelcher on the floor.

The Octostomp was still on the lookout for me. It seems it'll be pointless to reason with him at this rate. I stepped into the area again to pick up my weapons. That didn't take long to notice me.

The Octostomp got up close and personal and tried to drop his whole weight on me. Now that I'm in range, I can climb up there and up an end to this fight. As the enemy slammed down, it started blowing bubbles from both sides. Without warning, I recklessly climbed up the enemy. The contact from the bubbles does sting as I winced, but I didn't care. This fight will be over soon.

"To think they could duplicate the same boss tentacles in order to create the Octobosses... I bet Marina might analyze this ASAP.." Before I splatted the Octostomp, I took a quick snapshot on my CQ-80 for evidence. To think this device does a lot more than just gather and spend points. I quickly shot the huge tentacle, creating a massive explosion. I morphed into an octopus and jumped out of here safely.

The Octostomp was no more as it bursts into a huge puddle of my ink. My test is complete, but the whole duplication thing was bothering me. "I have to report this to Cap'n and Marina.." I stared at the picture. There's one mystery that needs to be solved.

Meanwhile back on the train, I got an earful from Cuttlefish while he was treating my minor injuries.

"I know you're still eager about gettin' us outta here, but.." Cuttlefish sighed as he patched up my arm from that harsh blow. "Don't go pulling a reckless act in the near future.. Otherwish you'll do more damage than your back.."

"Sorry.." I apologized to Cuttlefish. My back hasn't recovered just yet and it still stings. "There's something I wanna show you and Marina.. It's about the enemy that I fought.." I pulled up chat log and sent the photo of the large sanitized tentacle. "Something's been bothering me after I completed my task.."

Marina and Cuttlefish examined the tentacle, trying to figure out who or what created those sanitized beings. "It looked like the same tentacle that dragged me down in this facility..!!" Cuttlefish cried. "It happened when I was looking for Agent 3!" He points at the image on the holograph.

"Wait.. That's how you ended up here..?" So, he didn't just fall into the hole like I did. That same tentacle tried to attack Cuttlefish. "...Marina. Think you can locate the other bosses on the map..?" I asked Marina since she knows her way around the facility.

"Of course! Give me a sec..." After a few types away, Marina finally revealed the last three bosses's locations. "I've all ready pin point their locations, Eight. You'll be able to find one of the bosses between the F and J line."

Pearl looks over Marina's shoulder and noticed someting interesting. "That ain't all, Eight. There's the 3rd thang in the C line. You can nab that while you're beatin' the carp outta those things!"

I nodded to the two idols. "I'll do my best as always. This time, I'll proceed with caution!" I'm finally halfway there to the end. I'll soon reach to the surface and see the light. My friends must be worried sick about me. I still need to about my father's whereabouts. I guess, escaping the underground comes first.

To Be Continued...

[supersoldier-of-asgard]

Nodus Tollens (10/10)

•The realisation that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore•

Pairing : Bucky x HYDRA!reader (gender neutral) + Avengers

Summary : you’ve been practically raised by HYDRA and The Wintersoldier has been your idol, someone you looked up to. What happens when you’re send to kill him and get captured by the avengers? SLOWBURN

Warnings whole fic : language, detailed discription of fighting and blood, a whole load of torture, trauma and a lot of angst ( if you want me to add something then please message me!)

Warnings this part : detailed blood and torture, dead bodys description and revenge.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

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Somewhere between the clouds

“How long do we still have?”

“Like an hour at most,” Clint answered from his place in the control seat, flying the helicarrier through the darkning clouds of the sky.

“Alright. Once we’re there, remember to stick to the plan and go in and out as quickly as possible,” Steve ordered,” no heroic antics, no lone walkers and no sacrifices.”

Tony couldn’t help but roll his eyes,” says you.”

“Okay, don’t. We know this is probably a trap, so please don’t fight,” Natasha chimed in,” Barnes needs us.”

The place of realisation

Dawn slowly crept into the sky, the rain that had clattered with the rapid beating of your heart now quiet and serene.

Your eyes drifted over the exposed chest of the dreaming man that had calmed the rain both inside you and outside, the peaceful air that hung around preventing you from fully standing up.

His prosthetic stirred and whispered through the quiet night air, the neutrally calm expression on his face a stark contrast to the usual stern look that pulled at his features.

As you traced the curve of his eyelashes, your mind flashed to the first night you had seen him, writhing in bed with those eyes tightly pulled together to drown out the demons they had sowed in through the nerves when they had connected his metal arm.

A fire ignited within you, pain and fury tugging at your feet to make contact with the cold tile floor as you stood up and covered yourself once more in the suit.

You were going to end it. Once and for all.

Somewhere once called home

At times like this you wish you had your music with you, the soft beating of the drum a faint background soundtrack to the movie-like crime you were about to commit.

Low humming took its place instead, a familiar melodie swirling around your mind and flowing between your lips to immerse in the howling wind.

The knives between your fingers scraped against eachother as you watched like an owl how the guards surrounded the place you once belonged.

Not anymore. Not since you found a new home, a home where blue and silver were the colors of the walls and black curtains hung around the windows you hadn’t had in your old home.

You emerged from the shadows and flung your knifes with precision, the pointy ends meeting eyes and heads as they dropped dead with a whiny groan of pain.

More of them came alert, but you swiftly took them down without a sweat, a gun in each of your hands as they charged at you.

One pair of brown eyes flashed with realisation as he took in your face, a single moment of hesitation giving you space to take him down and snatch his keys before he could comprehend who you truly were.

Clearing the entrance, you face the gates that you had walked through so many times, your determined legs stepping over the bodys littering the floor.

The screech of the metal bars sliding across the floor fueled the fire behind your eyes, blinding reason and the future as you flipped more knives in your hands with every intention to shed as much blood as possible.

You stood still infront of one of the big metal doors, a quick whiff enough to know there were armed soldiers standing on the other side. You smile devilishly as you continue humming, the empty space resonating the flowing sound loudly and spreading an eerie air behind the doors.

You slowly open the doors, your eyes meeting with at least twenty other pairs, looking all too familiar and... freightened.

This was your home after all. They knew what you were capable of. They had seen you do this before.

Somewhere Bucky regrets to be

The distinction of closed eyelids and the ever consuming night is small, Bucky’s heightened vision clearing up slowly as his mind tries to fling out every possible memory he could muster into the air.

The first thing he realises is that he’s not home, this is not his bed, and he certainly doesn’t remember ever sleeping this well.

He gasped and shot up straight, his eyes tracing every inch of the room for your face but comming empty. He glanced at the beside and felt disappointment swirl through him once again as he’s left in the dust for the hundredth time. How he kept falling into this is beyond him.

He didn’t waste time as he flung his naked body out of bed, yanked on his clothes and shook the locked door off its hinges to leave. He ignored the strange looks he was given and asked for a phone, dialing the only number he had space for in his contorted mind to memorize.

“Steve? It’s me- Buck-“

“Bucky?! Where the hell are you?!”, Steve’s voice screamed, both in relief and frantic panic.

“I, uh, I don’t know. Some weird place outside the city-“

“We’ll- we’ll get you once we’re done, okay? We’re heading to one of HYDRA’s secret bases. Thank god you’re okay. I thought they had kidnapped you.”

“Well someone actually did,” he mumbled, trying to figure out where you could’ve went for godssake.” I want to come. I think my imprisoner is there, too.”

A sigh and some mumbling was heard through the line, the person which he lended the phone from awkwardly smiling at him as they made eyecontact.

“We’re apparently almost over the city, if you can come to the tower I think we can pick you up.”

He sighed exasperatedly, giving the person a pleading smile as he asked his next question.” Can I borrow some money, too?”

The eerie halls of HYDRA

The aching feeling shooting up your arms and legs went completely ignored as you flung yourself from wall to wall, bullets raining on the men before you as blood spews on your face.

The low humming whispering through the air fought with the last breath of the last man standing, fighting for their place to live. The hollow pair of eyes remained staring into nothingness, seemingly peering right through you.

You wiped your sleeve over your face, staining the black leather red as you continued down many more halls with determination. With every drop of blood, your vision stained more crimison. With every grunt and every body dropping to the ground, your movements became more out of control.

The calculated swiftness was gone, a vicious bruteness taking its place as every sense of pain and victory vanished with every slicing of a throat. You lusted for blood, the adrenaline pumping through your veins so ethereal that all else was a blur. You didn’t have to think, to pay attention to what you were doing to bring down every man on your way.

Panting with a murderous smile on your face, you stood in front of the door at the end of your red rainbow. This was the end, the moment you had waited for and the only thing standing between you and happiness.

You timidly raised your bullet induced leg, kicking the door off its hinges with not even all your force. It crashed against the opposite wall as bullets immediately flew your direction. You hid behind a wall as a stern voice barked orders, the doorway too small for two men to enter thus giving you advantage as you took them down one by one like a videogame.

When silence had stretched the whole facility, the monster of your dreams hiding inside as you lingered out, you whistled the tune you had learned when you were still a kid.

A slow step inside, and then another, and another as you continued whistling the song that had been imbedded in your brain for what felt like centuries. The frantic beating of his heart filled your ears like music, the shudder that flowed through him like a wave boosting your adrenaline as you lifted your eyes to lock onto his.

He was holding a gun in one hand, a device with a bright red button on the other. He was trying to compose himself, although his heart already told its tale. Your blood smudged face broke into a smirk as he cocked the gun, a serious look on his rimpled features.

“If you take another step, I swear to god, I will blow us both up.”

The hellicarier

Wet grass made sucking sounds under his boots as Bucky nervously glanced at the facility they just landed a few good feet away from.

It was quiet, the darkness redering them from seeing too far.

“I’m flying closer. Move slowly and wait for my word,” Tony spoke, slowly flying away as Steve led the rest foreward.

His heart was booming in his chest, Tony’s voice crackling through the comms and right through his train of thoughts.

“The guards are down, and so seem to be the rest of the first line of defense,” he hummed, intrigued but still puzzled,” I’m going in.”

“Wait, Tony-“

It all seemed so surreal. None of it made any sense to him, no matter how much Bucky thought about it. As the facility started to clear, a shudder raked through him like a wildfire, memories of torture and imprisonment washing over him with a shaky sigh.

Steve was too busy rushing after Tony to notice, and Bucky was glad he didn’t. He wouldn’t be able to explain why he didn’t want to go inside, scared of the scene they were just about to encounter.

“Shit.”

An understatement, Bucky thought. A see of bodys littered the ground, knives plunged in painfully ruthless areas and surging vomit from within him. They had to step on them to pass, wincing and keeping eyes straight to not witness the blood seeping out eyes and mouths.

It seemed never ending. Every door they opened lead to another horrifying scene, each group murdered in a different and more ruthless way than the other. It was clear that whoever did this lost complete control.

They all could guess who it was, the knives sticking out of throats similar to the ones they had obtained from you a week ago. Motives were still unclear, although Bucky might have an idea.

He hoped and prayed you changed. That you murdering your fellow agents was a sign of your rebellion against them, and that you were on your way to kill the head of it all. Bucky didn´t know who the man was, and it hadn’t struck him before now that this must be the place that you grew up in. The same space he had been kept in for a short time considering his long life and many movings.

How had you not encountered eachother? If they knew how much you admired him, why not give you the opportunity to meet him or even see him?

“It’s here,” Natasha announced, causing all to stand still and look around the crimison walls.

“Uh.. can you be more specific?”, Clint piped up, scrunching his face as he heard crunching from under his feet. He stepped way, only to step on another body and earning him another echoing crushing sound.” fucking disgusting!”

“Shut up, Clint-“

“Found it,” Bucky sighed, eyes landing on the small musicdevice poking out of one of the pockets of the men that offered their lives to HYDRA. It was splattered with blood, but still in one piece.” What now?”

“..walk further,” Steve ordered, not flinching as the body beneath his feet moved from the pressure of his weight, the cracking sound awefully defined by the hollow walls of the filled room.

A couple hallways away

“Do it. I dare you.”

His wrinkled thumb lowerd slightly, but as it almost touched the button, he retreated it with a yell.

“I give you one last chance to leave, soldat! I swear on my grave that I will blow us to pieces!”

You chuckled, taking a step foreward. He pressed the trigger of the gun in shock of your movement, but it easily past by you by both his lack of aim and your swift step to the side.

“You care too much about your life to do this,” you coo’d,” oh, I know it all too well.”

“Get back!”, he screamed,” I fucking raised you! You have no right to-“

You cut him off by slamming your hands on the wooden desk, breaking it slightly as you leaned on it and got closer to his face.” I have every right to do what I’m doing. You ruined my life and his.”

He pressed the button, scrunching his face to a ball of prune, but snapped his eyes open as he heared your devilish laughter. “ You would never dare harm yourself. You would harm anyone— a little kid without a thought— but not yourself.”

You swatted both the gun and button out of his hands, gripping his collor and yanking him close to your face.” I was a kid. At most 10 years old, when I learned what it felt like to be burned alive. You don’t do that to a kid.”

“You had extraordinary talents for such a young age.”

“Brave for you to still talk this way when your life is in my blooded hands,” you whispered, releasing one hand to gently stroke his cheek, trailing a stripe of blood down his scruffy beard,” and when I’m so tempted to make you.. extraordinary, too.”

“Why now?” He hissed, seemingly swallowing his high squeek,” all those years of torture and not once did you fight back. Why now?”

Your eyebrows relaxed, millions of thoughts flooding your brain as you gave him a pat on the cheek.” I guess someone finally managed to break me the way you never could,” you whispered.

His eyes followed your every move as you pried in one of your pockets, revealing a small object and bringing it up to his face. A screw, small but long gleaming in the yellow light as his brows furrowed in anticipation.

“I found this in my suit yesterday. It was in my pocket, bloody and slightly crooked,” you continued whispering, eyes not leaving the screw as you twisted it in the light.” You know what this is?”

Before he could answer, you yanked him to the ground with all the force you had left. His head slammed next to his desk, a strangled gasp caught in his throat as he pushed out a groan.

You sat over him, the screw hovering between his eyes.” The forgotton screw. I found it in my back after my session. You wanna know how?”

He rapidly but barely shook his head in response, not being able to keep his eyes off the metal object between your fingers.” I tried to sleep after they had pulled out all fifteen they had hammered in my back to make me extraordinary, but in my moments of pain I must have not counted clearly. The moment my back hit the matress, it sunk so deep in my back that I couldn’t take it out.”

The pointy end lightly scraped over his head, a white line trailing up his nose.” I spend the whole night trying to pluck it out with my bare hands,” you whispered, putting a little pressure and elicting a yelp,” and I kept it. As a souvenir. I didn’t know why, back then, but now I’m glad I did.´´

With one quick motion, you lifted the screw into the air and plunged it in his eye, a gut wrenching scream heard through the whole facility, the dead even flinching in horror.

 All heads seemed to turn simultaneously, Steve the first to react as he sprinted over de bodys to the source of the scream. Bucky followed soon after, his hair whipping in his face as he tried to control his breathing.

He didn´t know if he was relieved that the scream didn´t belong to you, or that he was terrified of what you were doing that elicted such a yell. He knew they probably deserved this, but at what emotinal cost?

They didn´t have to kick the door open, as it was already shook off its hinges and thrown across the room. His eyes landed on the body first, once eyes now mere black holes as scarlett seeped from them like a waterfall, mouth ripped by the edges as it strechted like a grin. The most horrifying thing above all, was the ragged breathing pushing past the blood, eyesockets pleadingly staring at them from their hollow space and sending a chill through Bucky´s spine.

Then, when he could tear his eyes away from the sickning sight, he was met with eyes filled to the brim with plain craze. He impulsively leaped from his space, brushing past the rest as he pulled you up from over the man and fell to the ground in frantic sloppiness. He cradled your motionless figure as his eyes found the dying body again, memories flooding his mind of the identification of the eyeless puppet. He was one of the men that had tried to find Bucky´s weaknesses by torturing him, convinced it would make him stronger. It never did.

After a long-stretched silence, your arms twitched at your side and lifted to embrace his chest. He held on tighter, trying to compose himself as a sob begged to escape his lips and fill the awkward air.

You pressed yourself against the warmth, a smile starting to form your lips as you focused on the heartbeat of your home. The blinding rage was slowly dripping from the edge and fading away into the blood on the ground, the adrenaline that had drummed in your veins washing away to leave you exhausted and drained. 

´´Bucky,´´ Steve softly whispered, crouching down next to them as his brain wrecked havoc to make sense of the situation and the next. He didn´t answer, burrying your face into his shirt as the blood stained his fingers. He payed no attention, closing his eyes to hear the steady breathing that left your lungs to calm him down.

It was silent again, deafning and consuming, till you breathed out a melody, humming one of the only songs that brought happiness. Happiness, the only feeling you alowed yourself to feel at this moment. Happiness and longing, longing for the future. Longing for the man that rested his chin on your crown, shielding you with his arms as you took in the scent that lingered upon him.

The plot of your life finally made sense again.

THE END

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A/N : wow. This was it, guys. the last chapter of my first series. It has been so much fun writing this and changing course every other chapter to the point I forgot to lead to the plot. If you have questions, please ask! 

What do you think about the ending? Is it a happy one?

did you notice I put Bucky´s trigger words in every chapter, but in reverse? It´s supposed to be symbolic for the readers journey where instead of turning bad like Bucky does when he hears them in the good order, she turns (arguably) good with the reverse of it, reversing the damage of the triggerwords :) 

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Only Time Will Tell - Chapter 2: The Linear Disturbance

Alright, everyone. Here’s a wonderful little update for this weird fic. We learn a little more about the girl that found Lena in the lab, and we meet someone new.

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“It’s 2048.”

The girl took her phone back from Lena and looked at the display like she was trying to find something wrong with it. When she couldn’t find anything, she put the phone back in her pocket and came to a realization. “The disturbance Liv told me about wasn’t an interdimensional disturbance. It was time-related.”

Lena slumped back into the seat that she woke up in and tried desperately to fight off the rising panic. She couldn’t remember anything. She couldn’t remember what happened before she woke up in this lab, and she had no idea how she could’ve woken up thirty years in the future.

“Hey, Au—” the girl cut herself off and asked, “Are you okay?”

“No,” Lena said harshly, her chest tightening, “No, how can I be okay right now?”

“That’s fair.” The girl looked awkwardly around the lab trying to come up with a solution. Her fingers ran restlessly through her hair, and Lena watched her closely, trying to pick up clues to determine how she was related to Lena. There was something in her mannerisms, the small nervous ticks but overall confidence, that Lena was trying so hard to pinpoint. Nothing about her features felt familiar though.

“Well, to start, we need to get out of here,” the girl said after a few moments of silence, “Only a few people can access this lab, but we need to slip out without anyone noticing us.”

“Where are we?” Lena took deep breaths to lessen her panic, and it helped relieve the tightness in her chest.

“Your,” the girl paused, “Well, I guess not your,” she shook her head like it would help her straighten everything out, “Anyway, we’re in Lena Luthor’s personal lab at L-Corp.”

Lena looked around the lab. It didn’t look anything like her personal lab that she knew. Everything was more advanced, which was to be expected with thirty years of technological advancement, and Lena started to wonder just how far technology had come and how much she had to do with it.

“And you have access?” Lena asked, wondering if it was because the girl was apparently related to her in the future or if the girl really had the skill to help Lena on projects. The girl only nodded while motioning for Lena to stand up and follow her.

As Lena guessed, the lab led out into her office, but that was different too. It was warmer, more personal, and she saw framed covering her desk filled with pictures she couldn’t make out. There were even more trinkets here and there and an expensive bottle of scotch barely touched.

“Where are we going?” Lena asked as she tried to take in as much as she could before she left.

“The DEO,” the girl peeked outside the office, and when she found the assistant’s desk empty, she waved Lena through, “Liv called and told me about the disturbance and I figured the DEO is our best bet at finding out what’s going on.”

They got to the elevator at the end of the hall, and Lena followed the girl in, “Who is Liv?”

“Someone that can help. Oh,” the girl turned to Lena and offered her hand, “I’m Jules, by the way.”

Lena shook Jules’ hand and smiled, “It’s nice to meet you, Jules.” It didn’t help her figure out who this girl was, but she liked having a name to connect to her apparent niece.

“I’d say you too, but it feels confusing,” Jules said as she hit the button for the parking garage.

Lena breathed out a laugh, finally finding a bit of humor in her situation, “I think this is all a bit confusing.”

Jules smiled, “It’s definitely not what I expected to deal with at work today.”

Lena watched the red numbers at the top of the elevator count down and it dinged at their floor, the doors sliding open smoothly. Lena followed Jules to a car on the far end of the parking garage, and she took a step back as the doors slid up as Jules scanned her hand.

Her curiosity started to beat out the panic still ebbing in her system, and Lena started mentally mapping out exactly how she would build it.

“No hover cars?” She asked instead of the thousand questions swimming in her mind.

“Sadly no,” the car started, and Jules slid her phone into some sort of port, “It is completely electrical though.”

“Are all cars like this?”

“A majority,” Jules backed up easily and left the garage, “Some people like the feel of vintage vehicles, but with the lack of demand, the price for gas has gone up more and more over the years, making it difficult to keep them.”

Soft music filled the car, and Lena didn’t recognize it at all. It seemed to be in another language, but it wasn’t one that Lena recognized.

Lena looked out at National City as they made their way to the DEO, and she thought it was amazing how similar everything seemed. The sushi restaurant she loved still sat at the corner of the block, and as they drove by CatCo, Noonan’s still stood nearby, people sitting at tables with cups of coffee and sweet pastries.

There were major differences too. Aliens walked the streets in their true form, and no one seemed to have an issue with it. At a stoplight, Lena smiled at two small children, one with blue skin and spikes down their back and the other human-looking, pointing out different things to one another with excitement.

In no time at all, Jules was turning into a tunnel that led to underground parking, and Lena got out of the car and followed Jules through rows of cars to an entrance that she recognized.

The guard on duty smiled at the both of them. “You know, pipsqueak,” he said, leaning forward on his elbows, “For someone who doesn’t work with the DEO, you sure are here a lot.”

Jules rolled her eyes, “Majors, can we please just go through?”

“I’m not stopping you, queenie,” he sat back in his seat, and then his eyes narrowed at Lena, “Miss Luthor, I thought you left already.”

“I forgot to grab something,” Lena lied easily, and Majors shrugged, even if he still looked a bit suspicious.

“By all means, then.”

Majors motioned them through, and Lena and Jules were quick to head into the elevator before Majors figured out something was up.

The halls of the DEO were the same, and Lena found a small comfort in that. Even without Jules, she was confident she could find the command center on the top floor with ease.

Jules stopped her before they were in sight of the command center. “Wait here. I need to find Liv before we just walk not-Lena Luthor into a place filled with agents ready to assume everything is a threat.”

“Why would someone assume you’ve brought a threat into the DEO?” Someone asked from behind Jules, and Jules spun quickly, moving enough to see who it was.

Her first thought was Kara, but as she looked closer, she saw it was just someone who looked eerily similar. The girl had Kara’s wavy blonde hair, but it was cropped at the shoulder instead of flowing down her back, and there were other things, like her green eyes and the strong set of her jaw, that set her apart.

“Liv,” Jules rushed forward and threw a hand over Liv’s mouth, “Please, just announce that to the entire facility.”

Liv shrugged and a smirk evident in her eyes, and then she looked past Jules at Lena, and the humor disappeared from her eyes, shock replacing it.

“Before you ask, I’ll explain, but only if you promise not to blurt out your questions before I can even say anything.”

Liv nodded, and Jules let her go. Lena could see Liv look her up and down like she was analyzing every part of Lena, and Lena wondered what differences she was looking for.

“Okay, you know the disturbance you called me about?”

“Yeah,” Liv stopped analyzing Lena and focused on Jules again, “It came up on the monitors, and I just assumed it was someone visiting from Earth-1, but it didn’t look like any interdimensional disturbance I’ve seen.”

“Because it wasn’t interdimensional,” Jules said, “It was linear.”

“Oh great,” Liv’s hand went to her temple and rubbed at it, and Lena felt a ghost of familiarity wash over her, “Who even has the capacity for time travel?”

“You would know better than me.”

“Well, I would have to check my database to see what species even have the capability or technology, and then I would have to crosscheck it with the DEO’s files of fugitives of that species,” Liv sighed, “Unless it’s accidental. Then I would have to investigate the disturbance more to determine its cause, and all I know right now is that it originated over L-Corp.”

“I found her in the private labs, if that helps.”

Liv smiled at Jules, and she ruffled her hair a bit, “That actually does, Jay.”

Jules hit Liv away, and Lena figured they were sisters or something similar, because their interaction reminded Lena of being around Alex and Kara mid-play fight. She wouldn’t be surprised if Jules retorted by pulling Liv into a playfully headlock.

“What do we do about her?” Liv asked as she tried to ruffle Jules’ hair again, “It’s not like she can stay here without us explaining.”

“Her does have a name,” Lena said finally, putting herself into the conversation.

“Yes, of course,” Liv stopped messing with Jules, and she paused before saying, “Lena.” She seemed awkward as she said it, and Lena was curious why, but before she could ask, Lena heard something drop to the floor behind her.

“Oh my god.”

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Loki’s darling chapter 11

You.

"What about?" Loki asked concerned.

"I do remember my childhood. After my mother died when I was 11, I was put in a orphanages. It was like hell there, Everyone there was so annoying. One day I couldn't take it anymore, I went to punch one of the boys but I accidentally  opened the blackholes and put him there. That was the first time I was able to use it. The owner of the orphanage directly told a facility of 'weird' humans aka George Stone grand father about it. A knock off version of Hydra took me away. Although they treated my friend and I good. They made us do things we didn't want to. One day I decided I was sick of killing for them so I decided to put them in the black hole, Little did I know that they made themselves immune to it. My attempt to do so made things worse, They had plans to brainwash me, But escaped right on time. I went around for awhile and searched to find my roots but I never found anything. I knew Stone bio had my files so I searched for the person to help me get it. And I found him." I explained, Loki kept holding my hand his facial expression soften .

"Sorry you had to go through all of that, You didn't deserve that." Loki gently placed a kiss on my hand.

"It's okay, At least it wasn't as bad as yours eh?" Loki and I laughed.  

He told me more about his time on Asgard and man his dad was an original asshole. After our date, We made out in the car knowing that someone is probably waiting up for us. It was currently 11 pm. We walked inside the building to find Tony sleeping in a sitting position.

"Uh Tony?"I walked towards him.

"Have a good night, Jaz."Loki said before exiting the room. Tony startled awake.

"You, My office."Tony pointed to me. I gulped.

"How'd you do it?" Tony crossed his arms, piercing his eyes.  Oh thank god he's talking about the AI error.

"Your mistake-" I tried talking but he cut me off.

"The machines mistake." Tony sassed back.

"The 'fault' could only be seen in the eyes of a human. You guys run it by programs, I checked everything myself one by one." I smiled at the end being proud.

"Why'd you do it? Most importantly how'd you get in?" Tony facial expression became confused, thinking.

"I hacked it and used Peter's card. I did because one I wanted to repay you for giving me such an opportunity and two I always have a feeling that I have  to prove to people I'm a genius." I shifted my weight from leg to leg trying to act cool but ended up just standing still.

"That doesn't make any sense." Tony looked at me confused as hell.

"I know, I just made things up." I shrugged.

"For fuck sakes, I hate it when you do something I would do. Don't do anything I would do and definitely don't do anything I wouldn't." Tony said with crossed arms.

"Wh-"

"There's a little grey area inbetween." Tony said while yawning.

"You need some sleep." I said rolling my eyes.

"Anyway a thank you I will give you check so you don't have to be the broke Stark anymore, Dearest sister." Tony smiled.

"The name was starting to grow on me."I pouted.

"Go get some sleep, Nova." Tony crossed his arms.

"Will do, Edward."I stuck my tongue out at his shocked expression.

We'll do a little time skippy skip :)

Loki and Jaz have been secretly dating for 2 months now. In those two months Jazahra got closer to the Starks and the avengers. She also got to help them during their battles. She managed to master her skills. She's an official avenger now; She goes by the name Nova which Peter chose for her because one that's her second name and two seen as she controls outer space things Peter thought that Nova would be the perfect name. Her face has not been revealed tho. One time when Loki and Jazahrawere making out Bucky walked in. They asked him not to tell anyone, So he didn't because he didn't have time dealing with this shit. Loki isn't as cold as he used to be and the others have Jazahrato thank for. Also no one knows about the tesseract. Now where going to the present. Loki is on a mission. Loki and Jazahrahave a date afterwards. Jazahrais currently in charge of Peter because Tony and Pepper went on a 'business' trip.

"What are you working on?" We were on our way back from the library where they had to pick up some books for their assignment.

"Uh actually we're done with the assignment. We just need those book for the next assignment." Peter explained.

"How do you even know what the next assignment is?" I questioned.

"Rich boy over here has some connections." Mj leaned back. I nodded.

"What happened to Ned?" I asked curiously.

"Ned, betrayed little pete pet." Mj pinched Peter's cheek.

"That's not what happened. Ned was asked to tutor Liam." Peter removed Mj's hand from his cheek.

"Aw, You two are so cute." I smirked while looking at them through the rear-view mirror. Peter started blushing and Mj just coughed.

"Relax, I'm just messing with you guys." They started laughing weird.

"Hey, Where do I have to drop you off, Mj?" I started slowing down the car.

"Uh Aunt J, She's uh actually y'know coming home with me be- because we will start working on the assignment." Peter started rubbing his hand.

"Oh cool, What do you guys want for dinner? The others only bought food for themselves." They looked at each other.

"We would like pizza. What will you get for yourself, Aunt J?" Mj replied. Mj is such a polite girl.

"I'll grab a bite with Loki once I drop you kids off."

After I dropped the kids off (Tony's house.) I was currently getting ready to meet Loki. We were going out for dinner first and then have a movie night at him and Thor's apartment. I put on a green bodycon off the shoulder dress with some nude heeled sandals. I fixed my hair. and went outside where Loki was waiting.

After dinner we went to his place to have a movie night. I was currently seated between Loki's leg. His hand were wrapped around my body keeping me from escaping. Half way through the movie Loki fell asleep. I turned around and removed Loki's hand slowly. I walked to through Loki's room to go to the bathroom. While washing my hands I looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my hand through my hair. I fixed my dress; I was currently wearing a navy halter dress. When I stepped out of the room I bumped into Loki's hard chest.

"Uh, Sorry." I took a step back.

"It's okay." He just smiled.

"You fell asleep during the best part." I pouted.

"Sorry darling, I had a long day at work." Loki said sheepishly.

"Oh did you now?" I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Hmhmm."A smile crept his face Loki wrapped his arms around my waist.

I stood on my toes and gave him a peck on the lips. Loki however didn't just want a little peck, He locked our lips together. Kissing my slowly at first. The small kiss soon grew into something bigger and more intense. This was the most intensive, hot kiss we've ever share. I wrapped my hand tightly around his neck while Loki's arms were roaming my body. Loki's hand stopped at the strings of my dress. Loki broke the kiss off and looked at me seeking for an answer. I gulped and nodded. Loki wasted no time, He pulled the strings of my dress. Loki started kissing me again once my dress fell on the floor. Without any worries he pulled me on top of him, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Loki led us to his bed and laid me on my back with him on top of me not breaking the kiss.I moaned when Loki bit my bottom lips granting him access. I tugged at his shirt. He pulled away to look at me and sighed.

"We can't, I mean are you even sure about this?"Loki distanced himself away from me. I've grown tired of his shit, He keeps thinking that I will stop liking him and avoid him when in fact I fell harder and harder for him every moment we share together. I put my hands on both side of his face. "I want you Loki, All of you. Your flaws. Your mistakes. Your imperfections. Your future. I want you Loki, And only you." Loki wasted no time taking off his shirt and leaned down to kiss my neck, making me moan loudly.

###Semi smutty scene###

Loki's pov.

I came down kissing her neck tenderly. I loved the way she moaned and arched her back. I moved up to her face where I began to kiss her again. Once I was able to break the kiss, I pulled away to look at her, She wore all black lacy underwear. "You're so beautiful." I whispered in her ear before laying butterfly kisses on on jawline down to her neck stopping at her chest. I pulled her up a little and unclasped her bra, I removed her bra and threw it to the side revealing her perfectly sized breast. I took one in my hand and started massaging it. I leaned down to the other and sucked on it. "Loki..." A  moan escaped her mouth. Fuck, I love it when she says my name like that. She tangled her hand in my hair. I moved to her other breast giving it equal pleasure. I couldn't worship her breast to long so I slowly started kissing my way down her  abdomen. The anticipation drove her crazy, Her breathing became heavier and her moans became louder.I was now facing her pussy she's already wet for me.

"Already wet for me, Darling?" I looked up to see her biting her lips.

"Loki, Please." She wrapped her thighs around my head.

I licked my lips before leaning down to lick the sweet juices from her slit savoring the taste. She reacted with a much louder moan then before. Then I started licking, swirling my tongue, playing with her clit, and being encouraged by her moans of pleasure. I looked up and saw her hands full of the sheets. Once I got a steady rhythm I insert a finger.

"Oh Loki." She placed her hand on my head and shoved me deeper into her wet pussy. Her thighs became tighter around my head, her back arched and she screamed "Oh fuck, Loki." and with that her juiced starting flowing in my mouth. After I licked her clean I made my way up to her face again.

"I believe that was your first orgasm?" I moved a lock of her curly crimson hair away. She was panting and pulled me down for a rough kiss.

"Don't worry darling, Many more shall come." I whispered in her ear. She fiddled with the button of my trouser, I helped her remove my trouser.The night was full of passionate  love making.

###End of smutty scene###

Jazahra's pov.

After round three we decided to go to sleep. I laid on Loki's chest. My naked chest on his. He pulled the cover over us. I opened my eyes and looked up at Loki, Who was stroking my hair. "Hey." Loki smiled flashing his dimples. "Hey." My hands formed small circles on his chest. Loki sighed uneasy. "Is something wrong?" My elbow rested on the bed and I held my head in my hand. "I'm afraid my nightmare has come true." He threw his head back. "Which is?" I raised my eyebrow. "You."

End of chapter

Nice cliffhanger right? Anyway see you next chapter, If I make it alive.

[tillerman1]

TORMENT [to the word] (pt.1)

TORMENT

A screenplay by Ingmar Bergman

translated by Thomas Jester to the word

TORMENT: A knife on an abscess

The summer after my matriculation low me ill and suddenly advent TORMENT. It was for finished in one yield over an old "Latin writing exercise" that each started at one end, all events just came, it was like a compulsion. When I the writing complete read me through everything, knew me relieved and buried this first, only and as I hoped closing read procreation in an old dresser drawer's roomy darkness.

How then TORMENT stack upward again from of oblivion, taken up, reviewed, made till screenplay and finally till film are admittedly a remarkable but though completely alternative history.

For this film's part entertained I three hopes and I am happy over to get talk about them.

1.) I desired that TORMENT became a knife on an abscess, that it had something liberating to come with simultaneously as I hope that the spectator might find it worth the entrance ticket.

2.) I desired that Caligula might become revealed, purged, disarmed. There are namely many sorts Caligulas, major and minor, rather harmless varieties or sickening monster, apparent or insidious. But on one thing feels Caligula always again. He creates hatred, pungency, destruction among humans. He is foreign for all joint community, lacking contact opportunities and natural sympathy.

3.) I desired that man might feel compassion with Caligula, as he none himself is the cause of his situation. He is as poison snake, bacterium, the extinguished harmful who by no means himself understands the evil he comes providing, but as ever alone, always unhappy hunted by furious furies, the custom terror and the drift till harm. If man strikes up the word Caligula in a conversational dictionary stands following:

Caligula: (Latin = »small boot«) F 12. 12. 41 Roman emperor, son to Germanicus. C:s bloodthirst and abnormal addictions did him soon so hated that he was killed.

TORMENT

Film manuscript by Ingmar Bergman.

This film dedicated Caligula and all his ilk in both dead as living language, Christianity, geography and history…

QUIDQUID ID EST TIMEO DANAOS ET DONA FERENTES.

(HOWEVER THAT IT'S DREAD GREEKS AND PRESENTS BEARING.)

(Caligula's first words till his class, significant for his character.)

Caligula is a man of something over fifty years. His exterior is not in any way startling. He is dark, something white-haired. Face occupied mainly of one pair quite powerful glasses with large black frames. When he takes off the glasses alters his face suddenly and gets small insignificant, almost frightened.

It is after so of Caligula, how he has a facade to the outside world, a facade that he till the utmost endeavor it to maintain. »The Cat Story« is significative for his human island type. "Biting not I as bite you and therefore bite me first." This has designed one EnGarde position as has developed one strong predisposition: the stiletto sharp sadism, the lust to see humans plagued, feel power over them. Before for this sadism is naturally one white stain: "I am no criminal, I can none make a fly offended." He is not himself fully aware, he is one of these many humans, who lives his life till half, in a sort's half-conscious, where the external events only reach the soul indirectly and thereby lose their original wounding and devouring effect but also the positively building and curative.

The reason till this violent EnGarde-in-status based itself on a given helpless-unit-feeling that with Caligula has reached a powerful (let go for pathological) development. It is admittedly dangerous to scold everything pathological. Such that based itself on the undisciplined still-satisfactory-drift of the one or other kind need after not endure it, but Caligula's steps show for-a-knot-hot, his intentional perverse lust to admit his horror and expose himself, his flagrancy towards probably pathological. And if man experiments your view forward, what as conceivable comes to happen him, ends it with all security on insane family or also super he in the at dipsomaniac institution. That he would take some life of himself is hardly likely. It makes not humans like he (judgment is too suspicious concerning opportunities in neighbor life).

His relationship till the girl Bertha is utterly not any Mr. Hyde-folly, but are just by his easy, almost everyday system so insanely creepy. The girl is from beginning afraid for him, mostly for that her limited understanding and intuition not can take him. This fright gives him one advantage that he utilizes under the thesis "eat not thou me so eat I you."

"Murder" that after actually not is any murder in ordinary meaning, comes for him as a deep, unusual direct shock, that also furnishes about terribly in his perversion's bedroom. Such conditions to the boy are similar. Sandman till illustration would he never venture himself in. But this upright, sensitive guy selects he of instinctive security till his victims. There are just that category's lads in the class who he plays with cum that suggests up the horror in whole the class. The insane paralyzing fear that only (of my experience) can break out in a school class under the experienced school man's management.

A final wants I make a personal confession concerning Caligula and humans as he.

I think that they occurred through one nature's mistake. They have till single task to themselves suffer and cause other woes. There perhaps is some meaning of it. But as humans are them failed, without development, without fortune facilities, without real life. The most radical would naturally to killing them. Perhaps also the most merciful. "A characterized compassion" is impossible when there applies Caligula. What man feeling is dislike, disgust, a shiver of discomfort, which before the bugs that wedge front and back and disappears of hole soil under a just articulated stone.

Jan-Erik Widgren is a boy of 18 years. He is not unusual in any way. He is a schoolboy right and plain with all that it means.

Psychologically undergoes Jan-Erik a development under the film's walking. When it starts is he something quixotic, writes poetry, plays piano, thinks of a clean woman who will become his wife and between its has he surely quite the doctor to keep out of "losses" that forces him to one and otherwise that he considers with antipathy and one some resignation.

Through the event's race changes it.

First confronts he of a woman, who procures him setbacks in his beauty established principles. He is not dear at her, but goes unto[?] all fall till bed with her and rises upwards (till his surprise) but too big conscience. Like all your collegians with a little Sturm und Drang draw is he right isolated, alone. He finds in Bertha someone who bothers herself for him and requires him in one such way that it doesn't need encroach on his own usual and very fragile puberty-bargains with to himself. Therefore accepts he her and gets fixed on her with a tenderness that she reciprocates, and which gives him a reassured body and thereby one certain freedom in the soul. [?]

But away for away quite hastily breaks this good relationship asunder. It is Caligula as picks asunder it unconsciously, bit for bit. When Bertha is there snotty, full and howling, is he with even stranger for her. He was for never dear at her, loved her not and this new stress is their relationship not mighty to bear. It goes asunder.

Slowly but surely run he toward desperation. Make out some rash is when he beats Caligula, second is when Jan-Erik in wild despair rushes home. Fully broken out is it when it does his residence on Bertha's floor there he hides out like a wounded animal. [?]

But the knot is not so hard applied. It is a normal, something oversensitive, rights-aware only at large balanced boy it applies cum he lets the rector help out. [?] He returns home, not longer collegian but something bitter, something sensible, with a feeling of how lives probably are damned, indeed sometimes run "on clean sophistication," but also is a good life with obvious meaning in the most as done. The final image shows him lying on some flooring, weeping, this can seem depressing, yet is intrinsically the contrary. It would worse if he was silent and bit together about himself.

Till at parents relate it to like the most boys of his category: armed neutrality.

Jan-Erik is there nothing wrong on, he becomes one good fellow.

Bertha, that a arm (wretched) small life! It is that intrinsically not very say whether. She is constitution-kind, looks intrinsically not slutty outward, but are from circumstances' power start such go revolving: "Man wants after exist with, man want course live." Till end has she lost count cum with her something indolent temperament has she not bothered herself so much about it.

Then has she enacted knowledge of Caligula in like way as of many other men, at a tobacco shop and its facilities. Caligula has seen kind out cum so with even is she the scaring her more than all otherwise. The horror ramped till the excessive, mainly suctioned of her herself cum she allows herself willingly abused mentally by Caligula.

The togetherness with Jan-Erik gives her something respite and shows her as she is: a kind girl, who not asks more than how gain draw someone to think about, that could have a live human text beside herself in bed, to avoid being alone.

She suppers death itself. Drinking on Caligula initiative, lets to tortured, suffer from malnutrition. Her will to live flows as away cum she deceases so well as on peculiar desire.

I find much pity for her and desired that she had become married with any kind fellow cum that she had got many children and a small alright home. Perhaps was it her small adventurousness, inability to take care of to herself, that brought her performing. A victim is she in all fall and I am nowadays if conceivably yet more convinced of that Caligula should slide as shot.

*

The giant playground outside school. It is unsettled and empty. A little lad comes rushing far from behind. He runs with high speed over the yard on the diagonal.

Contra steps up till home entrance. The small lad rushes up the stairs. Trips, travels himself, rushing further. Gets with effort and difficulty up the door that is large, large. Slips in. [?]

Inside the door.

The large vestibule with doors to the prayer hall. From within heard Bull Jesus' monotonously echoing voice. The lad (12 years) looks at the wall clock that shows 10 minutes over eight. The lad swallows a few times. His bad conscience is unambiguous. He sneaks silent further up next staircase and - next. He tries (to) make himself as small as possible.

A teacher goes in corridors, opens doors to classrooms, and peeks in, open till storerooms, maps room cum toilettes. Snoop everywhere. Can further.

Lad hears echoing footsteps. He sneaks in through the door. It is chemistry room, with one long row large table. He dives yourself down behind one.

The teacher opens the door till the chemistry room, gets hastily through it. Out again. Lad, as crouched, travels himself up, sneaks up till the door and listens. Opens and glides out.

Long corridor.

Lad sneaks. You sneak past a cross corridor. Stays as riveted at the ground.

The teacher comes in the cross corridor. He gets sight of the boy, stops.

Lad sets himself off, rushes like a shot through the corridor.

The teacher turns, sneaks around a corner.

The kiddie turns around one other corner and rushes straight at the arms of the teacher. The lad finds for good to start howling. The teacher takes him in some neck skin and for away wrongdoer.

A classroom.

The lad, still cohesive in some neck skin, howling, discarded down in a bench. The teacher takes up the class book. Stare gloomily at The Lad. Turns up the book, writes.

The stairs cum the corridor.

Pippi comes walking rather soon. The hat on the neck. The rock{coat} flutters. The white hair test {tufts} stands right out. He goes past "the lads" classroom, yet stops, turns about cum peeks in. Pippi having's clear to –

PIPPI : Mornin' the adjunct.

The young, gloomy and zealous teacher turns of head and considers Pippi –

ADJUNCT : Good morning lector.

Pippi steps in, looking at the howling boy –

PIPPI : Till what offense has this the sorrow's youngling done to guilty now then.

ADJUNCT : He has come for {too} late! Come for late till morning prayer!!

The adjunct beats back his class book and prepares himself to go.

PIPPI : Yes only, that have after I've also done.

The adjunct turns himself lightning-fast if as if he would say something, but is stunned. The lad ends howling and looks up. An explained grin bursts slowly out on his snotty small gangster-physiognomy.

Bull-Jesus fishes with the tongue after loose palate, as holding on to allow himself off, bending head deep down where he stands at the oratory's lectern.

BULL - JESUS : Aameen!

The organ puff, sighs. One long boy with nervous hands and the eyes in the notes intones bluntly "Alone God..."

The school's 856 pupils plus teachers and principal travel themselves {rises} as one man and sing with ho and hello and a certain clamp –

SKOLAN : Alone God in heaven-rich, spring Grace and price belong…

Grönstrand stands stunned, stares at the psalmbook, then shoulders he on Jan-Erik –

GRÖNSTRAND : The damned in it. I mayst nothing Latin till in daylight… You should see man field there. I had premonitions with Mother.

JAN - ERIK : Where sits they.

GRÖNSTRAND : In a gastric. Boy! waking(?) diarrhea.

SKOLAN : For all the Grace he loves rich with us has wanted make.

BROBERG (sings in falsetto): Think you not that sounds neat when one other sings soprano?

Östergren stands with Latin grammar in highest grab –

ÖSTERGREN : Hold the jaw. I'm studying. Interference me not! Volo, nolo, malo, cupio, juvo, studeo… [I want; I do not want; bad; I; watch out; studying]

SKOLAN : He earth donated - great delight and peace...

Bergman and Krefler.

BERGMAN : A Tuesday with little home sadist Caligula.

Caligula tramps up and down. Turns something with left arm as if he had rheumatism in it.

BERGMAN : He has rheumatism today.

KREFLER : Becomes he fun. Yes yes!

BERGMAN : Fun ... he gets sublime.

SKOLAN : And of a human may well rejoice at –

Sandman, bald, burning eyes, strange revelation, lies with rapture.

SANDMAN : You understand, one another was after quite hungover when the donna said that she rolls of a lump.

Göterström, small, glasses, impressed –

GÖTERSTRÖM : Ouch, ouch you.

SANDMAN : You know ... ANVIL have man after not thought oneself to be... yet.

Sång-Pelle stands with closed eyes, hands at the gastric, happy. Sings so it's empty –

SKOLAN + SÅNG - PELLE : God's forever good wiiiiiiiill…

An oratory.

Everyone's heads bent on Bull Jesus' initiative. Dead silent.

Two schoolboys lean themselves together and affect sleep. Panoramic up. One jams a salmon book down in the pants. The other ends with to whittle in the bench with his penknife. A third wakes to where he has stood and lost the psalmbook on some floor.

It becomes up crime's signal.

Long rows march now, bench row after bench row, class after class, outward from the oratory.

At the door stand two teachers.

Each pupil, who goes past, shows up his psalm book. Then comes one - no psalm book -

TEACHER I : No psalmbook.

A PUPIL : Mine's stolen.

TEACHER 2: Lie at least not. From ranks.

The pupil joins till one small cluster of other individuals -

PUPIL 1 : Will it stick?

Pupil 1. responds not. Make(s) only one much ugly and vast grimace.

Some train of pupils.

Faces in long lines. Descriptive, intensive. Scores of faces.

The mighty stairwell. Mingle of boys outside classrooms. The rings in clocks. Some stairwell becomes hastily ground. There comes the teaching. They go in of yet classroom, whose door closes. It gets quieter and quieter.

Noise cum upset, whistles cum clamor. Ringning.

It is silent and plot everywhere.

Classroom system.

It is silent. All 25 pupils seated still, cautious. The roof lamps are a spark. Day stands gray outside, rain sprinkles down along the three large windows. Panoramic up. Caligula in the rostrum.

He travels out. Moves silent and light. Taps pointer. Moves through the class. Talks so slowly and low -

CALIGULA : I will not put at fingers between ("I'll show no mercy.") Ignores you me so - ignoring - me - you. (pause) Wants you-all have the un-pleas-ant so GLADLY for me.

Up with pointer straight in eyesight on the spotty and resin near horror-hypnotic Grönstrand. Pokes with the pin against his larynx –

CALIGULA : Perhaps Mr. Grönstrand wants last friendly to continue.

Grönstrand sighs. He bending his spotty and constantly distressed face over text and reads with high and shrill meeting –

GRÖNSTRAND : After Fabius Maximums thus had broken up, marched the army ten days, then it struck camp at the river Igas. The under-command-haves called till the consul's tent, where he till told them ... where he till told them ... with to ... unless the campaign plan would to and then unless the campaign plan would to and then that they ... unless ...

Grönstrand bend your face, his eyes are confused, save, he is smooth in such physiognomy.

Caligula stands silent and then begins he pull in at fingers, the one after the other, slowly –

GRÖNSTRAND : I could not get out the here sentence lecturer.

CALIGULA : So.

Caligula drags in the fingers. The class seated tense, silent. Some rain rushes against the boxes –

CALIGULA : Then maybe Mr. Grönstrand want [to] start on neighbor sentence?

Grönstrand makes a brave attempt to bluff. He begins healthy –

GRÖNSTRAND : This showed legacies be... and then ... individual ... between themselves ... but this till despite if though non ...

Dead silent. Against Caligula.

He takes with a hand against glasses, straightens till them. Sets himself in the lectern, leaning himself forward, puts hands under the chin -

CALIGULA : Grönstrand has not opened the books till now. (pause) (chop till hard) In any fall not there the lesson was. (smiles)

Around Grönstrand.

Some strained giggles from the about-around-sitting -

CALIGULA : I will give Grönstrand occasion till reflection. – Mr. Widgren continues.

Jan-Erik jerks till, begins looking among the lines, finds, begins something choppy –

JAN - ERIK : This synopsis the legates make a good statement.

CALIGULA (breaks off): Stands it so... Karling?

Karling seated just behind Jan-Erik –

KARLING : Pretense.

CALIGULA : Continue.

JAN - ERIK : A good pretense. And since they stayed counsel mutually, wherein they came agreed about that a great gift should delivers at …

Caligula breaks off. Crisply –

CALIGULA : Can Mr. Jan-Erik Widgren not speak Swedish.

Jan-Erik looks up, licks himself of mouth, is very- –

CALIGULA : It called not delivers a gift... That is poor Swedish (fast). What called it, Mr. Widgren?

Jan-Erik stares before himself. Stare and think. The brain has gone in deadlock. Dead silence.

Caligula traveling out of (the) lectern, cum the pointer in hand and goes silent and slowly down the room towards Jan-Erik. He pokes with the pin on Jan-Erik's throat –

CALIGULA : It is till that be witty.

Turns himself round instantly –

CALIGULA : Ström!

Ström, a round boy with gentle, mild, melancholic eyes, takes finger from the nose, startled –

STRÖM : Submit a gift!

Caligula again. He smiles something sly, cozy –

CALIGULA : Has Mr. Widgren heard that before?

Widgren. He grins silly –

WIDGREN : Indeed[,] certainly yes.

CALIGULA (suddenly mocking): Indeed[,] certainly yes. Continue.

WIDGREN : Assumed they before Caesar and assured that they were ready.

CALIGULA : Thanks. That was where we had.

The class draws a sigh of relief. Jan-Erik straightens of himself. But the period is short.

Caligula starts going up and down between the benches right quickly. Questions and answer comes as submachine's matter –

CALIGULA : Prepare some joy, Widgren! Jan-Erik –

JAN - ERIK : Afficere aliquem laetitia. [Latin for: "Affect any joy."]

CALIGULA : Instill any(?) fear.

JAN - ERIK : In … aliquem timore. [Latin for: "In ... any fear."]

Caligula. He stops –

CALIGULA : Instill.

Jan-Erik can not come on some words –

JAN - ERIK : In…

CALIGULA : Well!

JAN - ERIK : Injicere. [Latin for: "Inject."]

Caligula swings the stylus around so it whistles in the air –

CALIGULA : It was someone who whispered. Genitive of impersonal verb. Example. Kreutz.

Kreutz, calm, turns at some head. Leisurely, teasing.

KREUTZ : Miseret, penitet piget, pudet, taedet. [Latin for: "Sorry, repented wearisome, ashamed, tired."]

Caligula. Kreutzs' way annoys him –

CALIGULA : Spare, Karlsson. Karlsson –

KARLSSON : Parco, peperci, parsum, parcere. [Latin for: "spare, forbear, spared, spare."]

Caligula. He allows now the stylus whiz around in a run –

CALIGULA : Flay, Bokstedt.

Bokstedt gets startled –

BOKSTEDT : Plango, plantisi. [Latin for: "bewail, I planted."]

CALIGULA : Wrong. Bergström.

BERGSTRÖM : Plango, planxi, planctum, plangere. [Latin for: "bewail, mourn, mourning, wailing."]

Caligula goes up against Widgren, down to behind him –

CALIGULA : Caesar hostem agressus devicit. [Latin for: "Caesar (the) enemy assault overcame."] Widgren.

He puts the stylus between the shoulder blades on Widgren –

WIDGREN : Caesar attacked and defeated the fiend.

Responds without to turn on some head. Keeps hard on the desk –

CALIGULA : Example of what.

WIDGREN : Participial construction.

CALIGULA : What of them.

WIDGREN : Participium conjunctum. [Latin for: "Participle conjoined."] It is (a) predictive attribute.

CALIGULA : Till what.[sic]

JAN - ERIK (silent).

Caligula swings around and puts to on the desk straight front Jan-Erik –

CALIGULA : Has Mr. Widgren not read on the homework?

Jan-Erik stares Caligula stint in the eyes –

JAN - ERIK : Yes, that has me.

CALIGULA : I think (whispering) I think Mr. Widgren - lies!

JAN - ERIK : No one does I not!

CALIGULA : Not that.

Caligula.

He stares with his on glasses magnified eyes at Jan-Erik.

Silence.

Jan-Erik.

He stares back. Immensely tense, but intrinsically not afraid.

JAN - ERIK : No!

Caligula travels to up. He goes one kind up against blackboard -

CALIGULA : So. So.

Flips to about. Throws out –

CALIGULA : At what verb stands genitive?

Jan-Erik is as seized of one icy horror. But he holds together.

JAN - ERIK : At verb as means remind if, remember, forget, accuse, convict, judge, acquit. Fore business verb.

CALIGULA : Example.

JAN - ERIK : Aestimo. [Latin for "I Think."]

Caligula looks at Jan-Erik. Nods interested –

CALIGULA : So!

JAN - ERIK : Facio, duco, puto. [Latin for "I do, think, I think it.."]

Caligula as above –

CALIGULA : So!

JAN - ERIK : Camo. [Latin for "bit."] Mercor [Latin for "trade"](trying) dono [Latin for "gift"].

All follow under silent tension course-for-events. Caligula approaches himself slowly Jan-Erik. Dead silent.

CALIGULA : Mr. Widgren considers still that Mr. Widgren mayst his lesson.

JAN - ERIK : I'm could it then of yesterday.

CALIGULA : Mr. Widgren is lazy. Mr. Widgren ignores me and my homework.

JAN - ERIK : No, it makes me not.

Caligula has now passed past Widgren. And is farthest down in class.

CALIGULA : So! Not. Strike up the book. Start with the day's homework.

Slamming suddenly with the stylus in an empty desk with all might –

CALIGULA : FAST! FAST!

Jan-Erik and Caligula of background.

JAN - ERIK : For three days collapsed battle. One last did Romans one storm onset …

Caligula sneaks silent on toe up behind Jan-Erik and leans himself over him and peers in his book –

JAN - ERIK : … and chased Hannibal's troops on the flight. Thereby was a large number soldiers captured …

Caligula bend(s) himself instantly down, slams the hand over the book, takes up it. Raises that in the air. Long silence.

Jan-Erik's face.

Hales somehow together itself. The eye creeps in of the skull on him.

Sandman. Staring, mute.

Grönstrand pulls together eyebrows in one childishly desperate grimace.

Caligula and Jan-Erik.

Caligula speaks low –

CALIGULA : What is it here!

Caligula looks out around in the class under silence. So –

CALIGULA : Mr. Widgren uses to of unauthorized aid.

JAN - ERIK (low): Forgot to erase.

Caligula raises an eyebrow, as if he were quite amazed over the information. Plays something –

CALIGULA : Forgot blurring out.

Speaks mildly –

CALIGULA : So. Sure. Forgot blurring out. It is clear.

Turns about, furious –

CALIGULA : Cheating my Lord!

Throws down the book –

CALIGULA (continued): CHEATING!!

Caligula goes slowly up till the lectern. Addressed till eyewear, staring sadly before himself –

CALIGULA : Sad to forced penalize a student for this criminal procedure two months before the student, fourteen days before the writing compounds.

Strikes up the class book –

CALIGULA : Much boring is it. Very.

Jan-Erik.

It is hot despair in the eyes of him. It is quiet. The only as heard is the pen's rasp in the class book.

Caligula.

He hits back the book. Straightens on the eyeglasses –

CALIGULA : I will talk with provost (pause). We mayst probably some part with each other to do, Jan-Erik Widgren.

It rings –

CALIGULA : Good midday.

Caligula glides out.

There is violent excitement in the class –

SANDMAN : One such potty.

GRÖNSTRAND : Man would snap bastard alive.

Students start packing in their books. And walk towards the door. They are fast still occupied by Caligula.

Sandman pouring himself back –

BERGSTRÖM (flings out - the eyes glow in skull on him): Sadist.

SANDMAN : It'll be damn nice to me when you cured this misery. Then will man a slag.[film: Boy, am I going to sleep then] Stream what man should a slag and crib and lead the roll and yield blank it in it here institution.[film: Sleep & eat & forget all about this place.] Come Widgren, then breaking us and buy scratchy.[film: Let's get some cigs.]

They go out.

Widgren and Sandman.

Göterström sits and digs with the spindly hands in some hair. Speaks low for to himself –

GÖTERSTRÖM : I should acquire one picture in constitutional size by him cum then should I stick out eyes on him cum so should I shoot till target on him. The Latin grammar …

He takes out it –

GÖTERSTRÖM : The Latin grammar should I have as privy-paper if it gives you till it.

The tobacconist.

Jan-Erik and Sandman will in.

One newsprint-reading lord stands forward of the shop –

SANDMAN : Good day my sweet Carmen.

Bertha turns herself about, laughing–

BERTHA : That will that be. One caramel. You-all know that self none may sell tobacco at schoolboys.

SANDMAN : Must buy at papa.

BERTHA : To what said he!

SANDMAN : Bah.

Sandman extends out one courtship-true hand and fingers on Bertha (right dined) -

BERTHA : Yuck on it. Let be.

Jan-Erik is markedly embarrassed –

JAN - ERIK : Sandman. Can we not walk, eh!

Bertha and Sandman laugh.

The door opens cum Caligula comes in. Sandman speaks something rushed -

SANDMAN : An Allers was that yes, miss.

BERTHA : Where so good.

SANDMAN : Thanks. Good midday.

Both boys greet reserved and disappear forth from the boutique.

Caligula looks at them.

It gets silent one small while. Caligula considers irritable the newspaper-reading gentleman –

CALIGULA : Havana II.

Bertha takes up the requested - –

CALIGULA : And then a little box Virginia.

Bertha takes forward it. She seems annoyed –

CALIGULA : Wants you-all last kind and cut up it. I have such bad hands, so clumsy.

BERTHA : Yes[,] certainly. Certainly.

It cuts. Cuts a little scratch in the hand –

CALIGULA : Oh, get regard. Did you yours badly.

He takes her hand. Clamps forward some blood. Keeps it, looks at it. Pause. Then jerks Bertha suddenly of her hand. Pale.

BERTHA : Uh, it was nothing. Nothing at all. Was it something else like the lecturer …

Caligula. He shakes on his head, staring a little silly. Then gathers he together their boxes and pays. Goes. Lights his cigar-cigarette.

Home of Caligula.

He presses down the cigar-cigarette in an ashtray with an energetic movement. He sits at his desk with a back at the room. Piles of exercise books. He pretends to read. Behind him diver Aunt Elisabet up. She is a something, thin, dull, pale face, cold eyes with a spark of passion. She stands some moment silent. Then:

AUNT ELISABET : Why answers you not?

His face carrying tracks of horror-blended anger. He shuts up.

AUNT ELISABET : It is still not right of you … I want you of course only well …Answer then … Say something … You have of course been ill, you vet what the doctor said! … I hold of course so much of you … It is so empty, I am so alone.

The room carrying vision for the say. Aunt Elisabet is middle of the floor. A handkerchief creeps misguided out from the sleeve.

AUNT ELISABET : Thou has never had any other home… We had why such great... Answer then something. Dear boy my.

Caligula flashes till. Furious.

CALIGULA : GO!

Aunt Elisabet pinches together the eyes, knots hands over the handkerchief –

AUNT ELISABET: That you CAN, that you only CAN!

Caligula creeps together in the chair. He is furious, afraid, furious ...

CALIGULA : I want none see you. You. Go, go, go.

Now fall the first tears along Aunt Elizabet's pale cheeks.

AUNT ELISABET : You are mean… mean. When you were small, off boy came you cum said: Dear small aunt Elisabet.

She flags down in a chair and buries the face in her hands.

Caligula travels to pitiful, angry, humiliated, irate.

CALIGULA : Matter kind now. Weep not[,] for God's sake.

He stands footed.

CALIGULA : I WILL be for me oneself. I want none take up that there some monkey business with mother and son… It is disgusting, disgusting.

Aunt Elisabet shaking head forward and back, tears runs and she sobs -

AUNT ELISABET : You lived in your small room inside the hall cum each evening got I arrive in on the till you and I got stop of you before you fell asleep. I got still be like… like your mother.

Moved to the rupture limit over her own voice falls she on new in crying -

AUNT ELISABET : Why wants you not come back. I am so alone … You are of course also so alone …

Now happens all very fast. Caligula takes Aunt Elisabet in the arm, drags up her from the chair. She screams till, turns flash-quickly around. But he gets making of her again. Wills up the door and tries to shoo her out.

Aunt Elisabet turns suddenly one another. Cold, resentful -

AUNT ELISABET : Be careful. Be careful.

CALIGULA : Give you away!

AUNT ELISABET : You will get back this here. Be careful.

CALIGULA (laughs): It is good. Then may you go now.

She twists out by the front door, which goes again with a bang. Caligula stands a moment right still. Then steps he around. Sinking gradually together after the tension. Stops before the bookshelf. Takes down a photograph. It represents aunt Elisabet somewhat youthful and a small boy in feminine costume. She leans her head against his.

Caligula's hands breaking some photograph middle deal so that the glass bits dizzy around. Then goes this ruptured some card in the paper basket.

The food hall at Widgrens.

At some dinner table sitter agency director Widgren, Mrs. Widgren cum the little boy Brother and Jan-Erik, who is gloomy, very gloomy. The eat's under silence.

Brother adds down his spoon and licks to about mouth and looks under bangs on Jan-Erik.

BROTHER : Hey Janne. Why look you so faded out?

MOTHER : Brother small, has none mother said hundred times to you not may wiggle on one chair.

BROTHER : Janne looks equally faded out still so.

Jan-Erik looks not up from the soup –

JAN - ERIK : It should you give seventeen in.

THE MOTHER (mildly reproachfully): Should you say so when Brother wants last friendly.

JAN - ERIK : Small guys would keep the quack when judgment cribs.

Silence lowers to again over the congregation. So looks the bureau director up from his plate, dries himself about the mouth cum speaks -

THE FATHER : How has he gone to school today?

Jan-Erik looks not there -

JAN - ERIK (nonchalant): Good, suppose I.

THE FATHER : Is it true that[?]

It becomes silent one moment. Jan-Erik gives the father one fast glance –

JAN - ERIK : No.

The mother anticipates immediately that something terrible has occurred. She constructs a compassionate, slightly complaining tone –

THE MOTHER : Has there happened any boring? Say, what is it that has happened.

JAN - ERIK : Has got perch.

THE FATHER : For cheating.

JAN - ERIK : How vet Father it[?]

THE FATHER : Your Latin teacher has rung me. The remark sights have been justified.

Jan-Erik. He lowers some head.

THE MOTHER : Jan-Erik, how can you do us one such sorrow.

JAN - ERIK : It WAS not cheating. I could not myself see that which was there. I wrote there it to the cursive-over-setting, then forgot I erase outward …

THE FATHER : It is terribly uncomfortable, now just before one's matriculation.

The father looks upset out. He has a wrinkle middle of the forehead –

JAN - ERIK : So damn dangerous is it surely not. (despair in the voice).

The father silent a moment –

THE FATHER: It depends on how Man takes it. YOU seem to take it relatively lightly. But mother and I are very sorry. My opinion is that you got a stain on you. [(A tingling.)] Should we trip ourselves[?]

The father lays together his napkin.

The family goes from the table. Jan-Erik goes forward till the window.

Brother comes in in the hall again, where a service-spirit right holds on to lay the table out.

He goes forward till Jan-Erik.

Jan-Erik has badly to keep the lip away. But he masters himself male –

JAN - ERIK : It is well not criminally either.

BROTHER : And not should you become sorry for what the stab talk. That vet you well how he is... you… Sandman is on the phone and wonders if you can go to the cinema.

Jan-Erik and Sandman sit at a café. Sandman smokes greedily. It's evening. Sandman yawns –

SANDMAN : Damn sleepy man is. Man would have that the kill in the film, a comfortable, big cum wide snark - one such there tarpaulin or what that called, on a nice dope.

Sandman smacks. Jan-Erik laughs a little, shakes on the head –

JAN - ERIK : Says thou there.

SANDMAN : Boy! And a smorgasbord and burnt and distilled beverages en masse. And the dope and the snoring.

Jan-Erik considers his companion with a certain admiration –

SANDMAN : Man would not climb up in 14 days. Just slag and crib and crib and slag and use the dope. Feathers in it.

Jan-Erik pours for himself tea. Sandman kindles a new cigarette on the old with a practised hand movement –

JAN - ERIK : You are all one terrific materialist.

SANDMAN : Jäh.

He stretches away himself, yawns yet one time large and voluptuous.

Around Jan-Erik. He sees something beyond Sandman. Is actually something embarrassed –

JAN - ERIK : Nah[,] see you, I see everything in one other way. I intend pen thus much I want and play as much violin I want - when this round some whole sick is over.

Jan-Erik becomes pensive. Drinks from his cup and turns and twists on it –

JAN - ERIK : Later with ladies and such there( )... self thinks only have one and her should I be dear over.

SANDMAN (interested): So you have nothing now then. But that there bean Lena or whatever she named …

JAN - ERIK : Indeed yet I am why none all dear of her. Would …

SANDMAN : Dear! You are not wise. Woman uses man.

JAN - ERIK : Do man. Not me in any fall.

Sandman blows smoke clouds and rings. Staring at the ceiling –

SANDMAN : Nah, for it you should take should be clean and untouched and stuff where. What!

JAN - ERIK (embarrassed, but determined): Yes.

SANDMAN : Those animals are none.

JAN - ERIK : Says thou it.

Sandman teaches. High school student-cross-safe –

SANDMAN : All ladies are hookers. And are they that none so want them becoming that. That says both Nietzsche and Strindberg. Waitress[,] may we pay.

The two boys walk down the street. Then stop they outside a port –

SANDMAN : Comes you cum up.

JAN - ERIK : Nah, are home cum read some Latin misery.

SANDMAN : Caligula is one as.

JAN - ERIK : I vet not. I think most that he is a strange dude.

Sandman takes out their keys and inaugurates. He turns himself round –

SANDMAN : You vet, that man turns on stones finds man nasty animal. Caligula is naught real considerably swine(,)[;] he is a little nasty, toxic insect.

JAN - ERIK : I think not that a human can be just evil.

Sandman kindles the light in the stairs(,)[;] they have badly to divorced –

SANDMAN : You are secondary. Expect boy. Expect should thou will see, how devilish it is, everything. It shocks on clean sophistication. Good night brother.

Sandman handrails forward a hand. Jan-Erik takes the fat of it –

JAN - ERIK : You think well-being I am heavenly silly.

SANDMAN : You drivel. You are the only human man can speak cum. You can none help to thou holding you to ideals and speaks round innocent woman. Cheerio!

JAN - ERIK : Servant.

Sandman disappears at the gate. Jan-Erik turns and drives along the street. He goes strenuous with his hands deep down in the pockets. He looks very thoughtful outward.

One other street.

Jan-Erik goes as before. Suddenly raises he some head cum fixes someone before himself.

Before Jan-Erik on the street walks a girl. She wobbles strongly here and there.

Wobbles more and more. Suddenly goes her on one foot in the street and the other on the sidewalk.

Jan-Erik stays. He considers her steadily.

The girl stays now and supports herself against a house wall. She expels a curious chirping sound. So shuffles her down for knee. Stands unto all four, supporting in against the wall.

Jan-Erik thinks a moment. So goes it forward till the girl. Stir at her –

JAN - ERIK : How is the making?

It is Bertha of the tobacco affair.

She turns some face towards Jan-Erik. It is swollen and she pants –

BERTHA : I feel so in of hell great, so it is not true.

Jan-Erik can not camouflage his surprise –

JAN - ERIK : Mrs. Olsson!

The girl laughs, only answers not.

JAN - ERIK : Can I help you?

BERTHA : Oh, hold the jaw on you.

She returns to the exit's position, tries to travel herself, but sinks back again, unable to move it.

BERTHA (angrily): Stand not there and stare. Come and molest a dame. (furious) Give you away.

Jan-Erik bends to down over her and takes her in the shoulder –

JAN - ERIK : You are not wise. You pass you none yourself.

BERTHA : What says you! Am I not wise. (laughs) Oh, came should thou get some.

She travels the laborious and stands upright. Laughs Jan-Erik right in the face.

Jan-Erik becomes cum even angry. He takes her in the arms and shakes her hard -

JAN - ERIK : Talk not rubbish. Where do you live?

Bertha screams high and whines and grins –

BERTHA : Oh! Let become. Release me. (screams) Ouch!

JAN - ERIK : Cry not so. Where rooms you?

BERTHA (angrily): It should you give the cat in.

JAN - ERIK : Attempt for Jösse name that last sober a minute. There comes a cop there away.

Away distance. Some pair. A policeman comes walking the street down. He wanders gravely. Then he goes past some pair watching it on that, yet continues.

Jan-Erik shakes the girl again. She is "limp" –

JAN - ERIK : Now, where live you?

With even flags her off fully and is close to founder in the street. Jan-Erik gets forward her bag and finds a letter -

JAN - ERIK : Ore-different Street 53, four stairs.

He pulls away with her, half carries, half foals her.