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free-pool-trash · 4 years ago

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folklore - isaac lahey {2/?}

part two because i just couldn’t wait lmao! this chapter focuses a lot on the reader but there is some cute isaac moments in there too because i wanted there to be more to the story than just reader and isaac’s relationship <33 this part is kinda just setting stuff up tho so dw!

platonic derek x reader in this part :) and isaac ofc

please let me know what u think :)

word count: 4.4k

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, i think that’s it???? let me know if i misses anything <3

my taglist is still pretty wishy washy for this so i’m gonna tag the people who enjoyed part one, thanks for all the lovely feedback <3

Taglist: @makeusfreefromthisfandom, @cece-lives-here, @chocolate-raspberries, @belsandthings let me know if you’d like to be added or removed <3

PART 1

PART 3

Endless thoughts plagued your mind as you wandered through the crowded halls. It barely registered with you that Derek could be home and not bother to check in, although maybe it was for the best, you were pretty sure that he was still a wanted man- for a crime you were also sure he didn't commit. You knew Derek, despite the fact that you weren't related by blood you saw each other as family, you knew how he treated his family, it was what he treasured above all else and there was absolutely no way in hell that he had burned his whole family tree to ash.

He and his uncle Peter were the only Hale's left as far as you knew, however saying that Peter was "alive" seemed like a bit of a reach. The man who used to tell you stories and sneak you candy whenever he saw you was completely immobilized now, scarred to the point of being almost unrecognizable, he couldn't talk, he could barely move, he was even being fed through a tube.

Peter was a particularly close friend of your father's, he'd always made you refer to him as 'uncle Peter' and the man did the title justice treating you like one of his own. And while you called him Uncle Peter, he- and the rest of the Hale's- always called you something different; "The littlest of the pack" though you never understood why the family had such an obsession with being known as a pack, you were more than delighted to know that they considered you part of it.

When you were old enough you started volunteering at the hospital which held Peter and after six months of hard work, sweeping hallways and helping the overworked nurses they finally bumped you up to keeping patients company. Since you were still in school you were mostly at the hospital at night and on Sunday mornings, the same time as your favourite nurse, Melissa, who always assigned you to Peter when she was manning the same ward as you. To be honest it was rough seeing him in such a state, it was as though everyone you loved seemed to struggle- the thought alone always made you choke up, made you wish you had some kind of power to take it all away, to make everything better. But you didn't, so you simply read to him, told him about what was happening in the news, stories about what was happening at school as Peter was always one for a good scoop of gossip, you even confided in him about the sharp sting you felt in your chest whenever someone you cared about was in pain, himself included. The logical thing would've been to simply stop visiting him but if you did then he'd barely have any human interaction for the rest of his life and ignoring the fact that he couldn't show it, you knew deep down that he could hear you, felt that he appreciated your visits.

Without even realizing where your feet had been carrying you, too lost in thought to notice, you found yourself nearing Isaac's locker, the boy himself hunched by it, his face hidden by the blue metal door. It was easy to forget over the weekend and after hanging out alone how shy Isaac was, he was a completely different person around you, he was loud, granted he still wasn't as loud as you but he certainly knew how to find his voice, he stood straighter as opposed to how the tall boy stood in the school hallways. To you he stood out, in a perfectly beautiful way, you often chastised him for not giving himself enough credit, always asking if he'd ever even looked in a mirror. Even with your endless compliments that made him blush every time without fail, Isaac still chose to blend in, but you didn't blame him- you blamed his asshole of a father for making him believe he was anything less than wonderful.

It was no secret that Isaac was taller than the average teen in Beacon Hills standing at six foot one, which meant he gave incredible hugs but it also meant he tried his very best to fold into himself in larger crowds and he regularly walked with his head down as to not draw attention to himself, even standing at his locker he bowed his head.

Shaking off your thoughts you walked up to your best friends side, tugging his sleeve softly to alert him of your presence before wrapping your arms around him, enveloping him in a side hug and allowing your head to rest against his arm while he wriggled it out of your grasp to wrap around your waist more comfortably, not paying his burning cheeks and racing heart any mind as he shifted his gaze from organizing his books to the girl clinging to him with a pout on her face, "What's up, buttercup?"

Nuzzling your head further into his side you let out a dramatic sigh, "I heard from Scott that Derek is back in Beacon." Isaac felt his eyebrow raising at the mention of both names, Scott's because you seemed to be hearing a lot of things from him in the last couple of days and at Derek's because he was pretty sure you hadn't seen him in years.

"How would McCall know if Derek's in town? Isn't he pretty much your cousin?" Isaac asked, thumb moving soothingly against your hip as you melted into him, shoulders slumping sadly and your pout only becoming more prominent. His voice sounded slightly aggravated at the mention of Scott but you thought nothing of it, thankfully. Isaac didn't want this to turn into a conversation about his petty jealousy.

"Forget cousin he was more like my big brother. That's what's got me so twisted! Why would he come home and not even bother to check in?" You murmured grumpily against the fabric of the flannel Isaac was sporting instead of his usual cardigan, which reminded you that he couldn't have worn his usual cardigan because you'd forgotten to give it back to him the night before and sported it yourself. The comfy grey material hugging your shoulders as you hugged the boy that the item of clothing actually belonged to.

"When did McCall say he saw him?" Isaac inquired, sorting his books with one hand.

"Yesterday."

"Alright well that wasn't too long ago maybe he's planning on checking in today?" He suggested, finishing up at his locker and throwing his bag over his shoulder, dropping his hand from your hip and sliding it into yours, interlocking your fingers and giving you a comforting squeeze before he began leading you towards the school's double doors, the last class of the day having already ended.

Letting out another sigh you only nodded, swinging your interlocked hands between you as you walked towards the exit.

"I promised my dad I'd finish a plot at the cemetery so he'd let me come over tonight so I'm gonna be a little bit late." Isaac broke the silence, looking at you with an expression that was mixed with disappointment and exhaustion, "That's okay." You offered, squeezing his hand as he'd done yours earlier.

"Do you want a ride home?" You asked him, nodding your head toward your beat up, second hand car that the pair of you had already made several memories in since you got it almost a year ago for your sixteenth birthday.

The brown haired boy only shook his head, giving you a soft smile and nodding towards the bike racks, "Nah, I brought my bike today."

Nodding in understanding, you leaned up and pecked his cheek while you let go of his hand, "Alright. Since you're gonna be late I'll pick up the movie for tonight myself. You just meet me at my place whenever you're ready, Kay?"

"Yes, ma'am." Letting out a soft laugh he watched you walk to your car, already missing your warmth beside him.

The first thing you noticed upon pulling into your driveway was the slick black car that was parked beside your mother's blue one, in your usual spot. The car was new and you didn't recognize it, you quirked an eyebrow, putting your car in park behind your mother's, grabbed your school bag from the passenger seat and got out with a slam of the door.

As you entered the house you were met with the sound of voices floating from the kitchen, picking up on the hushed conversation as you made your way towards the three voices, "You need to tell her." One said, a man. "It's too soon." Another sounded, you recognized the voice to belong to your father. "No, he's right, if what he says is true she's going to get caught up in it either way. Especially now the Argent's are in town." That was your mother. Your eyebrows furrowed, you could only assume that the 'she' they were talking about was you but what you didn't understand was what exactly they were debating telling you and why it had anything to do with the Argent's, were they talking about the Allison girl who had just joined your class?

You pushed open the kitchen door, eyebrows knitted tightly together, your brain taking a second to catch up with who your eyes were seeing, "Derek."

The name left your lips in barely a whisper when your eyes landed on the dark haired man leaning against your kitchen counter with a small smile playing on his lips as he greeted you, "Hey, kid."

Without wasting anymore time you launched yourself forward, arms wrapping around Derek's middle as he let out a sigh, his own arms moving around you slowly to reciprocate your action with a tight squeeze.

"I missed you!" You exclaimed punching the older man in the shoulder once you detached from the hug, expression turning accusing after a moment prompting Derek to purse his lips and brace himself, he knew that look, he hadn't seen it in a while but he knew it. That was your "I've got a bone to pick with you" look, Derek had to fight off the smile that threatened to grow on his lips when he realized that this particular look hadn't changed since you were five years old.

"Do you want to tell me why Scott McCall got to see you before I did?" The man under fire let out a defeated sigh, "If it makes you feel any better I would've rathered it be you that I bumped into." He responded halfheartedly, letting out a huff you turned towards your parents who were sat at the dining table.

"What were you guys talking about before I came in?" You questioned, feeling nervous as the three adults suddenly went rigid, glancing between each other before Derek nodded his head in your father's direction, silently encouraging him to tell you what they'd been discussing earlier.

Letting out a heavy exhale through his nose your father motioned for you to sit down in the chairs across from him, Derek moving to sit beside your father in front of you as you did. "This is going to be hard to believe but I need you to keep an open mind while we explain, alright?" You only managed a nod of your head, nerves ever-growing as you waited for someone to elaborate on whatever they were about to tell you.

"You've heard of werewolves haven't you?"

"Sure." You responded confused, the question seemed out of place in what you assumed was to be a serious conversation.

"Well they're real." Your father responded. You couldn't stop the snort that left your mouth, breaking out into a fit of giggles before you noticed the three adults before you looking at you with absolutely no trace of amusement. "Wait you're serious?!" Your eyes almost bugged out of your head as Derek's eyes flashed blue and he bared his teeth in response to your exclamation.

"...So the howling Scott said he heard in the woods?" You trailed off, eyes wide as Derek nodded his head, "it was a werewolf."

"You?"

"No. An alpha."

Eyes never leaving Derek, you posed another question, "Is this why you're family called themselves a pack?"

The man nodded, not being able to get a word in edgewise while you continued to fire out question after question, "You guys always said I was the littlest of the pack does that mean-" Your mother cut you off with a light chuckle, "No babe, you're not a werewolf." A sigh of relief left you when you slumped back against the kitchen chair, a small twinge of disappointment flooding through you, that would've been cool.

"You may not be a wolf genetically but you're still a member of our pack." Derek assured you, sensing your disappointment. "Are they in the pack too?" You inquired, glancing quickly at your parents before returning your gaze to Derek.

"No. Just you." You couldn't lie and say the statement didn't make you feel special but still, it confused you, "Why not?"

It was your mother's turn to speak now, giving the werewolf a break from your constant curiosity.

"Back before the fire your dad and I had a certain role to play in Beacon Hills," she started, reaching for your hand before she continued, "from the minute you were born you bonded with almost everyone in the Hale house, we didn't understand it completely but we assumed it was because of how close me and your dad were to them. I guess they kind of saw you as their newest cub after Cora." Derek chuckled, chiming in with a quiet, "More like runt of the little." Giving him a glare you kicked his shin under the table while he laughed and you nodded for your mother to keep going.

"Anyway, as you already know me and your dad met in college- studying Mythology. We uncovered supernatural occurrence after supernatural occurrence and those supernatural occurrences eventually led us here, to the Hale's." She told you, looking to your father for him to continue, he cleared his throat before speaking, "We got caught up in it, built a huge repertoire of supernatural entities, including werewolves, I met Peter and we made a truce, ended up becoming best friends in the process."

Nodding your head slowly you spoke up again, "So you guys were like… their supernatural encyclopedia?"

"Pretty much." Derek answered.

"Okayyyy… but that still doesn't answer my question, why am I in the pack and not you guys?" You posed the question to your father who looked at your mother nervously.

"When you were four things got messy, really messy," Derek scoffed, rolling his eyes muttering "understatement of the century" under his breath as your father went on, "Your mother got captured by hunters, Chris Argent and his little gang of merry men." He tensed his jaw, saying the name through clenched teeth before composing himself, "So your uncle Peter made the executive decision to initiate you into the pack to make absolutely sure that nobody would get their hands on you."

"Why?" The three of them erupted into laughs at the look on your face, Derek opting to answer the question, "I don't know how you did it but you had him completely wrapped around your finger. Peter is the most selfish person I've ever met but he would've sooner died himself than let anyone touch a hair on your head. As part of a pack members protect each other at all costs. With you officially a member it meant that we were bonded to you, you were one of us." The mention of Peter made you smile, not that you'd admit it to Derek but you felt the newly exposed pack bond strongest with Peter, the dots only connecting in your head now years later. Derek picking up on your train of thought spoke up, "That's why you can't bring yourself to stop visiting him."

Your mother's voice cut in again, "Those four crescent scars on the back of your neck are from Peter, it's how he marked you as a member without actually turning you." She explained, your hand absentmindedly rubbed the nape of your neck, fingers tracing deftly over the scars that you often forgot about.

"I know it's a lot to digest but there's one more thing." Derek sighed, a slight feeling of guilt growing within him for having to dump this on you all at once. When you didn't say anything, only looked at him he continued, "The hunters who kidnapped your mother, well they're back."

Anxiety bubbled up in your stomach as you whipped your head to your mom, "Are they gonna try take her again?" Your voice was bordering on sounding manic, Derek's voice quelling your worried before you had a panic attack.

"No. I don't think so at least. It's me and the alpha they're after, and- I trust you not to tell anyone this- your friend Scott too." Your eyes widened yet again, Scott was a werewolf? That must have been why he was seeking Derek out earlier today, "That's why he was looking for you isn't it?" You voiced your thoughts, Derek rose an eyebrow in response, "Looking for me?" You nodded enthusiastically, "Yeah, today in school, he and Stilinski started asking me a bunch of questions about why you were here- I told them I'd help them find you." You clarified, trying not to laugh at the exhausted look that came over Derek's face when the name Stilinski fell from your lips.

"Tell him to meet me in the woods later. I need him to help find the alpha." Derek instructed, watching contently as you pulled your phone out of your pocket and began texting Scott, thankful you'd gotten his number.

You: I'm with Derek

You: He wanted me to tell you to meet him in the woods later

Scott: When is later?

"When is later?" You voiced, not looking up from your phone, "After dark." Derek answered and you laughed, "Alright, Bruce Wayne."

You: He says "after dark"

Scott: :/ cryptic much

You: Best I could do wolfie

Scott: He told you??????

You: Yep, I'll fill you in tomorrow there's a lot to unpack here…

Scott: Please don't tell anybody

You: Your secret is safe with me don't worry

With that you set your phone down in front of you, before something crossed your mind, "Wait you said Argent earlier right?" Derek nodded, your mother and father having moved from the table, preparing food in the kitchen.

"Allison Argent just started at my school, I'm pretty sure Scott has a crush on her actually." You informed, shrugging your shoulders lightly, picking up your phone when it buzzed and missing the way Derek rolls his eyes.

Isaac: I'll be over at 7 <3

You: Great what movie do you want me to get?

Isaac: Ladies choice ;)

You: Hope you like Legally Blonde xoxoxo

Isaac: Seriously again?

You: You said my choice no take backs, love you <3333333

The time was 5:45pm and the sky had turned from blue to black, you assumed Derek would be heading off to stress Scott out soon enough so you stood from the table and grabbed your jacket, "I'm gonna go rent a DVD for me and Isaac, you guys need anything?" You directed towards your parents who were messing around in the kitchen like teenagers causing you to roll your eyes but smile.

"Huh? No we're okay. When is lover boy coming?" Your father asked, wiggling his eyebrows at you, laughing at how you groaned, "Stop calling my best friend 'loverboy' one of these days you're gonna slip up and call him that to his face and he'll literally die of embarrassment on the spot!" You yelled, cheeks burning and expecting your mother to come to your defense only to have her laugh along with your father, "Yeah, don't talk about your future son in law like that."

"God, you two are the worst. Derek tell them to stop harassing my friendships." The dark haired man rose an eyebrow from his seat, a strict look on his face, "She's too young for a boyfriend."

"Thanks, Derek. That was absolutely not helpful at all, but thank you." You muttered, grabbing your car keys and heading out the door.

You loved your parents, adored them, they raised you incredibly- that didn't mean they didn't annoy the hell out of you sometimes, though. They had about fifty names that they liked to call Isaac instead of his actual name, the most popular being "loverboy", "heart eyes", or your mother's personal favorite "future son in law." You supposed it was good that they liked him enough to consider him a future son in law, however, it was pretty insensitive when they could clearly see that you were painfully in love with him and fighting with inner turmoil because of it.

After a five minute drive you pulled up to the video store, stepping out and noticing Lydia Martin in the car next to you, you made brief eye contact with the strawberry blonde and the pair of you exchanged friendly smiles before you entered the store. Lydia was nice but you noticed she wore a facade around school, more specifically around Jackson. You remembered quite vividly how she shot Isaac down rather brutally back in freshman year. He'd only asked her out to prove a point to you, you couldn't remember what now but you'd gotten in some form of argument and the resolution you'd come to was that he prove himself and ask someone out, that someone happened to be Lydia. He didn't really like her but the whole debacle did significantly bruise his ego.

Of course, wherever Lydia Martin is Jackson Whittemore was never far away. You almost laughed when the first thing you heard after walking into the store was the jock shouting about not being able to find "The Notebook".

"It's over there." You chimed in, alerting him of your presence and pointing straight ahead of him towards the movie he was searching for.

Nodding thankfully the blonde made his way toward the far shelf while you walked to the other side of the store.

Despite being across the room, Jackson's gasp sounded clearly making you nearly jump out of your skin. Placing a hand on your rapidly beating heart you just shook your head and let out a long breath. You were probably just hearing things, your mind concocting noises to psych you out after learning the new information about the supernatural, Jackson's gasp had absolutely nothing to do with the snarls you thought you were hearing from behind you.

You had yourself convinced you were just hearing things. That was until the snarls became mingled with hot, slobbery breaths that hit the nape of your neck, shocking you into spinning yourself around. You couldn't help the yelp of fear that left your lips when your eyes met beaming red orbs… the eyes- they weren't human.

What you were looking at you could only describe as a beast. A wolf. The ability you usually possessed to control your breathing left you as you heaved, continuing to stumble back as the creature took steps forward until your back hit a row of shelves painfully. DVDs crashing to the floor in your wake.

The creature was face to face with you now, snout coming in contact with your nose as it's demonic eyes bored into your soul. It snarled as you felt your heart rate increase, it was going so fast you were half scared it would detach from it's blood vessels. Everything about the creature scared you, from its eyes, to it's snarl, to its fangs baring in your face, but what frightened you the most was that you felt like you knew it. There was a familiarity with it and you could not for the life of you explain it but you could feel it.

The scream that left you when the beast finally lunged for you with snapping jaws shook the store as the wolf sunk its teeth into the soft tissue of where your shoulder connects to your neck. The pain you felt was as blinding as the eyes that stared at you, the beast raised it's hair covered paw in the air, fully intent of swiping the last remnants of life from your now limp form before it suddenly stopped, looking at you with so much uncertainty. Not getting a chance to analyze the new look on the things hairy face the creature resumed its position on all fours then crashed out of the store window.

"(L/n)?!" Jackson whisper shouted, from around the corner, only seeing your legs peeking out from behind a row of shelves as he made his way over to you, his movements jittery. You tried to call out but your voice failed you, you kicked your legs out weakly to let him know where you were, not knowing he was already rushing towards you.

"Christ… ok just stay awake I'm calling the police right now." The blond, who you'd never known to care for anything other than himself, spoke frantically- shaking as he pulled out his phone.

Your hearing faded in and out as Jackson shouted at law enforcement over the phone. Tilting your head to the side, very painfully, you began to panic once you noticed the gaping bite that had been taken out of your neck, you whimpered pathetically at the sight of your entire shoulder, neck and hair drenched in blood, your blood. Your panic seemed to rub off on Jackson as he noticed your breath becoming heavier and heavier by the second, tears falling down your face as you stared at your injury in fear.

It was just then that sirens wailed from outside, this eased Jackson's nerves, the boy, you had to hand it to him, didn't leave your side until you were safely in an ambulance- your nerves however were still fried, panic growing by the second as strangers fretted around you, yelling orders at each other and pushing painfully against your wounds. Calm didn't settle over you until one of the medics injected you with a needle, you didn't have a clue what was in it and you didn't have time to theorize as your world turned black.

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mickeymouse-moshpit · 4 years ago

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street lights, people

A/N: Hello, kind readers of this fic that I have taken entirely too long to update. I’m so sorry for the wait! And I also have to apologize because there is a whole first part of this that is stored on my computer, which is currently in the mail for repairs. I will post that part as well once it’s back, just please hold on and know that 1) there’s definitely context to being on Fennec’s bike in it and 2) there will be spicy things in the next part. Anyway, uh, if there’s typos I’m very sorry, and enjoy!

Description: Fennec and peds!Reader go on a date

Warnings: Some brief verbal harassment, brief description of dissociating, a little angst if you squint hard enough, Fennec and peds!Reader doing their thing

Rating: T

Word count: 2.7K

January 24th

Read part one here

You followed her out and down the lined path, hands sitting in the pockets of your jacket to keep warm. She threaded her arm through yours, and led you down the street to a book shop of all places.

“I remembered you telling me about that new series you wanted to read, something about gay witches? And you’re always talking about how much you want to go to the bookstore but you never do. So, go browse. I want to see what your process looks like.”

“Th—that’s really thoughtful. I don’t know that I really have a true process, but yeah let’s go look!” You opened the door for her, a light going on inside you as you got your first waft of bookstore smell: the paper, the ink. You got the first wave of the noise: the low music playing in the background, the people there talking in hushed tones. You couldn’t make out any conversations happening, could barely hear that there were lyrics in the music. You stopped for a moment, scanning the layout of the room. Your eyes landed first on the display of bookmarks and postcards, making a mental note to get one or two of each to remember this little town so you could find it one day. But then your train of thought halted: could you come here alone?

Best not to dwell.

Your eyes resumed their scanning, noting the different sections. You wandered to the right, letting your gaze drift over the painting beside the door. It was line art of two bodies intertwined, splashed with color to resemble a galaxy where they met. The notecard below it gave the title and artist’s name. And a price. You were struck by how nice it would look on your art wall. But that was for another day.

You started your first pass through the stacks, letting your eyes skate over the spines of the books, pausing to read the note cards when they gave a recommendation from one of the workers. Your fingers started to take on a mind of their own, catching on books here and there, bringing them out for you to investigate. Every couple of them, you would open to the first page, let the author’s words try to entice you. You put most of them back, but a green paperback one with a bent cover stayed behind. You held it close as you continued on, pacing with no purpose at all. If someone didn’t know you, they would think you had a system, but really you were just letting yourself be on autopilot. That is, until you got to the section that housed the series you had read about and wanted.

“This is it!” You hoped your whisper would convey your excitement to Fennec. You had been watching book recommendation videos and this series had come up, promising both a love story and adventure. “I hope th—they do! They’ve got both!”

You plucked both the paperback and hardcover from the shelves, adding them to your little stash. Your small smile would not leave your face.

Fennec watched as you dragged yourself away from the section, mentally patting herself on the back for this idea. You looked so happy, at peace. If she was a part of that? She would consider herself both clever and immensely lucky. As she followed you back to one of the sections you had drifted through, she watched your perusing turn into a hunt. You furrowed your brow as you sank down to kneel and scan for what she wasn’t quite sure. She pulled two more books from the shelf.

“Have you read this one?” She held up a copy of a book called Circe.

“No, but someone at work was talking about it the other day.” She hoped you wouldn’t be disappointed, and wasn’t disappointed when you slid the book back into its place with a mischievous look. Fennec’s mind went straight into the gutter for a moment, imagining you in a very different situation but with the same look.

“Good, you’ll borrow my copy.” There was no arguing, it was a fact. She would.

You stood up again, still holding onto the other book. You were off again, and while she thought you clutching four books to your chest was possibly the cutest thing she had ever seen, you were going to drop one if you kept getting distracted. When you stopped again, she held her hands out.

“Here, let me carry them. You use your hands to browse.”

You nodded once and sank down again, grabbing one of the recommended titles and popping up again. You paused, before setting it on the pile Fennec was holding, warmth building in your face as she gave you one of her smiles.

You set off with one more stop in mind. The waiting room library at your office was lacking in chapter books as of late. You let your feet carry you to the children’s section.

“What are we doing here? I didn’t take you for the Warrior Cats type. “

“The selection of chapter books in my waiting room is looking a little sparse here lately. I want to see what the kids are into so I can update the wishlist.”

Fennec looked at you like you had suddenly turned purple with polka dots and sprouted antennae.

“I have a bookshelf in the waiting room, and I always make it clear to kids and parents that the books on it are meant to be read, cherished, read again, both while waiting and when they go home, with no expectation of return. The Little Golden Books usually do come back, just like most of the other books meant for the teeny-tinies. The chapter books get sparse and don’t tend to come back, but I like it that way. It means I’ve got another reader who gets to learn about the magic of words.”

“But where do the books come from?”

“Well, at first it was just me. There were some parents who made it very clear when I mentioned the shelf that they were perfectly capable of providing their kids with books and how dare I assume otherwise. There were others that you could tell were extremely grateful. There were also a few that had a problem with it but not for any good reason but I’m sure you know what kind of parents I’m getting at.”

She did.

“Then one day I was in the little shop in town and one of the little ones who had started on chapter books saw me and ran up, telling me all about how she had saved her allowance and she was able to get the sequel to the book she had gotten from me. The owner of the shop heard it, and when I went to buy the book I had picked out along with some chapter books for the waiting room, he told me he would let me start a wishlist and he would put it by the register for people to see and maybe buy one or two.”

“Do you usually get what you ask for?”

“It depends on the time of year. During the holidays people get more generous so it’s time to update the list. Hence the reading castle.” You gestured to the structure before you, an alcove that had a castle facade and was filled with still more books. “And the wall of chapter books.”

Before she could formulate a response, you had pulled out your phone and started making a list. Fennec watched you with an emotion she wasn’t sure how to name. The earnest way you took on your task had her pulling out her own phone while you weren’t watching to send a message to the garage group chat. When you had finished, you brushed a hand over her shoulder as you walked by.

You wandered to your last stop: the display at the front. You picked out a pack of bookmarks that were little magnetic trees before turning your attention to the display of postcards. You chose one that was a picture of the gazebo in the middle of town at night, surrounded by twinkle lights with “wish you were here” in small text at the bottom.

You walked up to the register and Fennec plopped your pile of finds on the counter.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?” The older salesperson behind the register had half a smirk on his face as he queried you. “I haven’t seen someone quite as methodical as you, even covered the section for children.”

You weren’t sure if the sarcastic tone was real or meant as a lighthearted joke, but either way you felt your cheeks warm again, and not in a good way. You wondered for a moment if the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You felt Fennec’s arm wrap its way around your torso again as the salesperson started ringing up the books.

“Being thorough is one of the best things about her. And this is just me, but I think it would be kind of nice if my kid’s pediatrician knew enough about what their media looked like to be able to talk to them at their level about things other than their health.”

“Oh so she’s a big kid is what you’re saying? What, does she play with dolls, or are toys more for the bedroom?” That definitely wasn’t meant in a kind way.

Fennec’s arm tightened around you before you got the chance to just slip away and out the door, as if she knew that was something you might do.

“I would stop talking about them if I were you.” Her voice was low, had taken on a dangerous edge that matched what others saw in her leather jacket.

He got the hint, hurrying up with the transaction. When the final total came up, you reached into your pocket, not really feeling anything for that moment or registering the number that flashed in your general direction. Before you could get your card liberated, Fennec was already sliding hers into the chip reader. You wanted to protest, wanted to tell her it was too much, but the interaction was a sea witch that had stolen your voice and you could only look on as the books and other small items were wrapped and put into a bag and Fennec was turning you in a circle to get you out of the shop.

You weren’t even aware that your feet had moved until you were in front of her bike and she had distributed the books into the two saddle bags. She faced you and put her hands on your shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

You looked at her, answering her question with the question mark that had seemingly etched itself on your face.

“Hello? Earth to Doc? Are you in there?” She gave your shoulders a little shake, before she wrapped you in her arms. You finally felt like you could take a deep breath again as you rested your head in the crook of her neck, letting the pressure she was providing ground you again.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into the collar of her sweater.

“You have nothing to be sorry for. He should be sorry. If he hadn’t stopped talking, I would have made him sorry.”

“I wanted to stop you from paying, it was too much.”

“No. I wanted to do that, it was the plan from the beginning.”

“Really?” You pulled back slightly, peeking at her, searching her face but not having much luck in the low light.

“Yes really. Now, I had something else planned, do you want to know what it is so you can decide if you still want to do it?”

You considered it, but the phantom hollow in your chest and the way your arms and legs still didn’t feel like they belonged to you gave you your answer.

“I want to know, but not yet. Keep it secret, show me next time. I’ve got my own idea though. Will you take me home? I want to show you the Books.”

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You didn’t want to let go of her, but you needed to if you were going to go inside where it was warm. So you did. When she had taken the books out and put them back in their bag, you headed for the three steps that led up to the door of your half of the duplex. You unlocked the door, nearly dropping the keys because your hands were so cold. You caught them before Fennec could tease you about it.

You clicked on the light in the entryway, lighting the way as she took a few steps inside again. You took the bag from her, and nodded to your left. Behind the stairs to the loft, there was a doorway. You walked through it and to the right, knowing the room in the darkness. You stepped on the clicker for the floor lamp, bathing the room in a soft glow. You walked over to the electric fireplace that added some extra heat to the room, switching it on.

You went back to where she was standing in the doorway, like she wasn’t quite sure what to do with her hands. You took them in yours and brought her in.

Her eyes widened as she took in the space.

The room screamed comfort. All four walls were covered by bookshelves that reached the ceiling, with two interruptions. The first was around the fireplace, if you could even call it that. There was a painting in front of it, but her eyes were too busy wandering to take it in just yet. Her gaze drifted to the window, where either you or the previous owners had built a seat large and plush enough to recline in. While that should have been the star of the room, it wasn’t.

In front of the fireplace was a massive sectional sofa. She was sure it had to have a pull out option you were taking advantage of because it looked more like a bed-sofa hybrid with the way the middle was seemingly filled to the brim with throw pillows and faux-fur blankets.

You stood watching her take it in, as she eventually started looking at the books lining the shelves, punctuated by the odd piece of memorabilia. There was such a variety, all alphabetized, with the only delineation by genre she could see being poetry and prose. As she browsed, you placed your books on the window seat, and from under it produced two stamps: one to mark the books as yours, and one to put a place for people who borrowed them to sign. Others always asked if it was to make sure they came back, but you always replied with no, it was to make sure people could see if they had borrowed them before. You put the books onto the rolling cart that already had a small pile to be put away. Some of them were new, some you had reread and needed to return.

Task complete, you perched on the back of the couch to watch her.

“I should start referring to you as a dragon. You’ve got quite the hoard, baby.” Her words were quiet, wrapped with kindness. “It’s impressive. Thank you for showing me this part of you.”

“I just really like them.” Your smile was growing as she got closer to you. You stood and wrapped yourself around her again. “Does that make you the maiden in need of rescue?”

“Oh, no, you can keep me here as long as you want. Besides, don’t you know the dragon needs saving too sometimes?”

“In that case…” You paused, stealing yourself. “Would you stay a while? I can make tea, we can read, if you’re okay with you could do that pressure thing again?”

“You mean will I hold you close, let you hide your face in my neck for a minute again? Let you whisper things you don’t think I’ll hear but I will anyway?”

You nodded once.

“In that case, I’ll do ‘that pressure thing’ for as long as you need me to. But you have to let me try out this couch nest thing because it looks amazing.”

“Of course, but the first rule of the dragon’s lair is this: no jackets.”

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More author’s notes: if you’re curious about what series peds!Reader was looking for, it’s These Witches Don’t Burn and its sequel by Isabel Sterling. She wants Fennec to read Circe by Madeline Miller, and she bought The Song of Achilles, also by Madeline Miller

Tagging: @phoenixhalliwell @promiscuoussatan @maybege @jangofctts

#street lights people #Fennec Shand x reader #fennec shand #biker!Fennec #biker au #the mandalorian fanfic #star wars fanfic #wlw #the mandalorian fanfiction #Star Wars au

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faithiegirl01 · 4 years ago

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Warning ⚠️ spoilers for JATP ahead:

Ahh honestly you should have seen it by now tho seeing as it’s been out for quite some time now.....

But still spoilers ahead....

Ok so idk where I saw this, but I saw someone else who was confused about this and so me and my friend (who I made watch JATP with me after I had seen the whole first season) cracked down to think about the answer to this.

WHO’S HOUSE WAS IT BEFORE IT WAS IN JULIE’S FAMILY? Like who’s Garage was it when the boys were alive? They never explained that....

So after (I watched not my friend as far as I know she’s only watched one time though although I did get her stuck on the sound track)

Anyway after watching (again I watched) it several times in a row (no doubt) I came up with a brilliant observation!

So here’s a breakdown of what I thought:

1. We already know it wasn’t Luke’s for two obvious reasons,

A. When Julie gose over to Luke’s house and we see The whole Unsaid Emily flashback we see that the house they are standing in at that time was obviously the house Luke lived in when he was with his parents before the fight that they have therefore it can’t be the house, because Julie obviously doesn’t live in that house.

and

B. It’s very clear that his mom and dad don’t support him being in a band so if they don’t support him being in a band why would they let them practice in thier garage?

The answer to that one is simple.... The garage simply isn’t Luke’s family garage that much is clear. So that scratch’s out it being Luke’s.

So we can cross Luke off the list Luke

Still with me here? Because I’m about to add more that will blow your mind....

So if it’s not Luke’s then who’s?

2. Well we also know it’s not Reggie’s because,

A. Because we learn that Reggie’s house gets turned into a bike shack which means Julie wouldn’t be living in his old house.

and

B. that his parents were one fight away from a divorce, so if they were always fighting you assume that they wouldn’t want him practicing in that environment with his friends or at least he, himself wouldn’t want to bring his friends into it.

So then that takes Reggie off the list as well...

Luke

Reggie

So then we move on to Alex.....

3. Again we know it’s also not Alex’s because,

A. We know that Alexe’s perants don’t like him being gay so therefore we know that he didn’t like going around his house. So if he didn’t like going around there why would he take his friends to a place he doesn’t like to go himself?

And

B. We learn that his parents moved away and his house is also gone (I think it’s been a few days since I’ve watched so it could still possibly be Alexe’s...)

So then that takes Alex off the list as well.....

Luke

Reggie

Alex

Or dose it? I honestly don’t know about Alex’s right now....

But anyway! If it’s none of thier houses....

Who’s house could it be?

Well do y’all remember in episode one when bobby was trying to get with Julie’s mom? Yeah Rose....

Well!!

It could make sense that it was Bobby’s house and for some reason he gives it to Rose...

I mean I guess Rose doesn’t have to be her mom, it could be the friend to her mom, but I 100% think Rose is her mother....

Anyway!!!...

Like maybe him and Rose stayed in touch after the guys died...

Maybe she was with him when he got the news that they died....

Maybe they become friends (or more for a bit.... until she found ray...)

And he cared a lot about her and gave her the house when she was starting a family....

Or maybe he couldn’t handle the memories( but that wouldn’t work seeing as he stole all of Luke’s songs....)

Nope! That works to, because maybe after selling the place he was sad and started singing the songs to himself then decided to make it big with the songs, but just never thought to give Luke credit.....

Maybe he’s not a bad guy after all...

And hear me out with this last bit, what if maybe Julie and Carrie are somehow sisters? I mean I know that’s a long shot, but hear me out.

Like we never hear about Carrie’s mom and she looks like she just lives with Bobby/Trevor.....

Like maybe he and Rose had a thing when he was hurting then they had a kid, but it wasn’t working out so they just stopped working at it then she meets ray and gets married then has another kid.....

Like just think about it! Bobby could possibly have given Rose the house because he still cared for her....

Like uggh there’s so many ways that it could have been Bobby’s house

I mean I guess Alex still isn’t out, because if his parents did just moved out because they didn’t wanna live in a house full of memories of thier son and ended up selling it to the molina’s then I guess that way would work too, but honestly I really like the Bobby idea, because there’s so many ways that could change the whole story line.

I don’t really know that’s just my observations of what we know so far.

I mean I really hope we get more information on who’s garage it is in the next season.....

And more of Bobby’s story after they died...

But that’s just what I thought about....

#JATP #jatp observations #jatptalk #bobby jatp #luke jatp #lukepatterson #julie molina #reggie #reggie jatp #julie and the phantoms #alex jatp #Charlie #charles gillespie #jeremy shada #owen joyner #madison reyes #kenny ortega #jatp spoilers

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stardust-walker · 4 years ago

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High Hopes: Chapter 24

Previous Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20

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Dove wandered back to the campsite within a few minutes, arms full with twigs and sticks she'd found on her walk. She hadn't intended to grab anything, but she figured she might as well do something useful. The young woman nodded in greeting to the Asian man as she stepped up beside him.

"You alright? You walked off pretty quick," Glenn squinted in the sunlight.

Dove sighed as she leaned down and placed the pile in front of him. "Do I look alright?"

Glenn nodded weakly. "Good point." He reached out and placed a comforting hand on her arm. "Listen, we're gonna be okay. Right? We've been through worse. We'll get through this."

She wanted to scream that it didn't matter anymore. They were all going to end up like those things one day but she didn't have it in her anymore. Even as Carol sat down next to her as the sun started to sink below the horizon, she just allowed herself to stare into the fire.

"We're not safe from him," Carol whispered. Dove turned her head quickly; eyes narrowed as she surveyed her older sister. "Keeping something like that from us."

"Carol-"

"Why do you need him?" Dove turned her head and looked at Daryl. He looked concerned and a bit confused. "He's just gonna pull you down."

"No," Daryl shook his head. "Rick's done alright by me." Dove relaxed a little as the man settled down to sit next to her.

"He's right. Rick's kept us safe better than Shane ever did. I'm not happy about it, but he thought he was doin the right thing keepin it from us." Dove lowered her voice to a whisper as she noticed Lori glance over in their direction.

"You're his henchman, Daryl." Carol frowned. "And I'm a burden. You deserve better." She agreed with Carol on that one. Dove knew she had been sorely mistaken about Daryl. He was definitely still rough around the edges, but maybe time away from his brother was all he needed for his true colors to come through. He'd done more for them than almost everyone in their group now. Aside from maybe Rick and Glenn.

"What do you want?" Daryl squinted at the short haired woman.

"A man of honor," Carol replied. Dove huffed.

"Rick has honor." Daryl was definitely loyal, Dove had to respect that.

"I think we should take our chances," Maggie spoke up.

Julian sat up straighter. "Are you kidding me?"

"Don't be foolish. There's no food, no fuel, no ammo."

Branches snapped in the distance. Julian inched closer to Hershel and Beth. Part of him felt ashamed for almost cowering like a little kid but who could really blame him after the past few hours.

"What was that?"

"Could be anything," Daryl stated as he rose to his feet. "Could be a raccoon, could be a possum." Dove felt her grip tighten instinctively around the handle of her gun as he spoke.

"Not helping," she hissed across the fire as Glenn mentioned the walkers.

Carol began to panic. "We need to leave. What are we waiting for?"

"It came from over there," Maggie pointed into the woods.

Rick shook his head. "Last thing we need is for everyone to be running off in the dark. We don't have the vehicles. No one's traveling on foot."

"Don't panic," Hershel urged everyone.

"I'm not sitting here and waiting for another herd to blow through," Maggie scowled.

Julian fidgeted. "Do you really think another herd would blow through? I mean that was a lot of walkers back there. Would there even be enough out here to be a herd? If it's just a couple-"

"We need to move, now."

Rick seemed to finally snap. "No one is going anywhere."

"Do something," Carol hissed.

"I am doing something!" Dove flinched back slightly at the anger in Rick's voice. "I'm keeping this group together! Alive. I've been doing that all along, no matter what. I didn't ask for this!" Rick almost shouted. Dove felt her stomach drop. "I killed my best friend for you people, for christ's sake!"

Dove's hand flew up to cover her mouth as she took a step backwards. She knew it was strange that Shane hadn't shown back up but she figured that he'd gotten caught in the herd. Maybe run off by himself like he seemed to want to do for a while. Julian felt Beth grip his arm tight. He was still trying to process how he was feeling. What scared him most was that he didn't feel particularly sad.

"You saw what he was like. How he pushed me, how he compromised us, how he threatened us," Rick began to rant. "He staged the whole Randall thing, led me out to put a bullet in my back."

"Oh my god," Dove mumbled. She knew that Shane teetered on instability, but she had no idea it was that bad.

"He gave me no choice! He was my friend, but he came after me." Carol glanced over her shoulder and caught Dove's eye. Her hazel eyes were wide with a mix of fright and disbelief as she inched back closer to Daryl as Rick continued to go on.

"My hands are clean. Maybe you people are better off without me. Go ahead. I say there's a place for us, but maybe. Maybe it's just another pipe dream." Rick shook his head. "Maybe I'm fooling myself again. Why don't you-why don't you go and find out for yourself? Send me a postcard." Dove turned to look away from the man as she blinked back tears. A hand settled on her shoulder as Rick continued to urge the group to leave if they wanted to.

Silence settled around the group.

"No takers? Fine. But get one thing straight-You're staying, this isn't a democracy anymore."

Julian stared with wide eyes as everyone seemed to soak in what had just happened. He stepped forward and placed a comforting arm around Beth as the girl sniffled. Dove wiped at her eyes frantically as tears started to pour from her eyes.

It didn't seem like sleep was going to come easy to anyone that night as the group continued to sit around the fire for what felt like hours after Rick had disappeared behind the wall. He probably wasn't far and maybe that's what everyone was nervous about.

Her hazel eyes drifted shut as she settled down with her back against the brick wall that somewhat shielded them from sight. She felt Carol sit down next to her and place a hand on top of hers. Dove opened her eyes slowly as she linked her fingers with her sister.

"Do you think we should have left a while ago? Maybe if I would have listened to you-"

"Carol. Stop." Dove rolled her shoulders back as Carol turned to face her. "Better or worse, we're right where we're supposed to be."

The older woman scoffed. "I find that hard to believe right now. How can everything that we've been through be something that we were meant to go through?"

"Sometimes the universe puts horrible things in your path to make you stronger."

"Your mom?"

"I think it's safe for you to assume that anything philosophical I same came from my mother, Carol." The corner of Dove's mouth twitched up into a smile. "I mean it, though."

"What about Rick?"

"Rick…Rick has been through a lot too. I think we need to give him the benefit of the doubt. Shane was dangerous. He showed us that back at the barn. It was just a matter of time."

Carol furrowed her brow. "He basically just declared himself dictator."

"I'm not saying it was the right thing to do but think about it. Look at how Shane acted when he tried to be reasonable and allowed democracy. Can you blame him?"

Carol didn't answer.

"Besides. You were right." Carol quirked an eyebrow. "Daryl is a man of honor too. If Rick gets out of line, I can still see him trying to keep Rick in check. Everything's gonna work out. Maybe Rick's right. Maybe we'll find a place."

"I hope you're right." Carol shook her head.

"Get some sleep, Carol. We'll need it. I have a feeling that tomorrow's gonna be a long day."

Dove still wiped the sleep from her eyes as she stood around the car with everyone else. When Rick said they were heading out at first light to get supplies, he meant it. Not that it matters any since no one seemed to have much luck with sleep last night from the tired looks on everyone's faces.

"Me and Maggie can go and try to get some gas off of some of the cars on the freeway," Glenn offered.

"Head into town and see if any of the cars there have anything left in them," Maggie added.

Rick shook his head, "That sounds like a good idea but I'm not sure how I feel about sendin you two on your own with one car. That sounds dangerous."

"I'll follow 'em on the bike," Daryl spoke up.

"Me too," Dove tapped her fingers on the hood of the car. Her cheeks went pink as most of the attention shifted to her. "I mean as long as it's alright. I wanna help out as much as I can." Carol squinted at her sister as she tried to gauge where she was coming from.

Daryl nodded his head. Rick took another moment before he answered. "Alright. You two go ahead on the bike. Make sure you stay within sight of each other! Our main focus should be getting gas for the vehicles. If you make it into town, see if you can split up and find supplies. Otherwise, you stay together. No one goes off on their own. Everyone carries a weapon. Only shout if you need help." The four of them nodded.

"Aye aye, captain," Dove mumbled as she pulled her backpack over her shoulder. "I'll be back," she smiled reassuringly at Carol. "Don't worry about me. Trust me," she held her pinky finger out.

The short haired woman eyed her for a moment before she linked her own pinky finger with Dove's. "I trust you but it's not you I'm worried about."

"Just pray. Someone has to be listening," Dove shrugged her shoulders.

"I hope you're right."

"You ready," Daryl called over as he settled down onto his motorcycle. Glenn was already behind the wheel of Maggie's car with her in the passenger seat. Dove nodded as she moved to pull her dark hair back into a ponytail.

"Don't worry about me, Carol. I'll be fine. Back before you know it!" Dove called over her shoulder. Her hazel eyes narrowed slightly as she approached the motorcycle. She wanted to do her part, but part of her didn't feel so confident about going into town after the last few days.

"Come on. We don't wanna lose any light." Daryl's voice was quiet and calm with enough authority behind it to get Dove moving. The woman sighed as she swung her leg over the bike and settled down behind him. "Hold on. Don't want ya fallin off."

Dove rolled her eyes as she wrapped her arms lightly around his waist. "Ready when you are."

The car behind them beeped loudly and Daryl slowly came to a stop in the middle of the road. They were nowhere close to the freeway yet, but there were a few cars scattered around them now. Better to start looking now than to wait any longer.

Glenn hopped out of the car and went around to the trunk. Dove wrinkled her nose and brushed her hair out of her face as she hopped off of Daryl's bike. The brunette walked around the car and leaned against it as she observed the few empty gas cans in the trunk. "So what's the plan," she drummed her finger on the side of the car.

"Take a can. Try to get as much out of each car as you can. We're gonna need as much as we can get if we want to keep moving." Glenn handed her one of the red gas containers. "Just be careful."

"Once we can get more gas in the car," Maggie continued, "we can get movin back to town. Get the supplies and more gas if we think we'll need it. We're gonna need more weapons and more bullets if we can find any too."

Dove nodded as she wrapped her fingers around the handle of the container. A green car parked off the shoulder caught her attention and she nodded over towards it. Before anyone could say anything, she grabbed a hose from the back of the trunk and marched off towards the car.

Daryl followed close behind her, crossbow at the ready for any danger that might come their way. Dove reached through the open window of the car and hit the unlock button. She managed to find the switch to open the gas tank quick enough and she motioned for Daryl to open the lid. She flicked her hair back over her shoulder as she made her way around the car. Her nose wrinkled as she kneeled beside the car and placed the hose into the hole of the gas tank.

"Want me to get it?"

"Nah I got this. Besides, you're a way better shot than me." Dove sucked in a deep breath as she stared at the hose like it was going to bite her. "Here goes nothing." The brunette pressed the hose to her lips and sucked in a breath as hard as she could. Within a few seconds, she pulled the hose from her mouth with a cough. Her hands shook as she inserted the hose into opening of the gas container. Daryl raised an eyebrow as he faced her. She sputtered as she rose to her feet and spat on the ground. "Fucking gross."

The two of them stood in silence as the gas continued to flow through the hose and into the container. Dove squatted back down after a few minutes and pulled the hose from the container and the car. The gas container felt about halfway full at that point. "I think about a gallon for each of us so far. Hopefully, we'll find more cars too?"

"Nice goin, bird." Daryl nodded quickly as he started back towards the other two. "Any luck, Glenn?" Dove peered around the man as she approached. Glenn shook his head.

"I mean we got gas, but just a little bit. Not sure if it's enough."

"Let's load the car up with most of this and we can put some in the bike too." Dove grunted as she set the container down in the trunk of the car.

"You better hurry up. We got company," Daryl whispered as he nodded down the road. There weren't many of them, but walkers were definitely starting to come out now.

"Son of a bitch." Maggie stepped forward and began to gas up the car as quick as she could.

All Dove could think about was how she hoped she would get back to Carol soon.

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villainoverlord · 4 years ago

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Earth 999 Complete Season 1

Episode 1-3:

Episode 1:

The year is 2020. In this world, monsters are real. Almost anything conceived in fiction is reality for these people. With monster attacks almost daily, the government's of the world set up task forces to deal with these beings. In 2010 a large organization attacked major cities and killed hundreds. These terrorists refer to themselves as The Collective. The leader of this cult has yet to be found, but it's main generals wreck havoc upon the world. Many spots are known for emitting large surges of energy. It's these blasts that new beings appear. Many have wondered why famous movie characters became real and some have turned evil. It's late at a top secret containment facility. The guards stay ready for anything. At the front gate, a black truck pulls up. The gate worker as s for identification. The driver ignores him. The worker calls 2 soldiers over who open the back of the truck. They aim their rifles inside and hear robotic laugher. Then 2 beans of light appear, one green and one blue. The figure holding them is tall and alien looking. The figure coughs before stepping forward. The soldiers open fire at the figure, but it crouched down and charged at them. After the robotic figure exited the trailer, 4 more followed. The gate worker screamed into the radio " We got commando droids. Lock it down! " The droids fired into the gate post, killing the worker. The figure with swords was crushing the 2 soldiers with his claws. One of the droids said" General, the gate has been cleared. " The general turned to face the droids. He ordered them to charge the facility. After 10 minutes of shooting, the soldiers lay dead. The general walked inside observing the dead men. One of the soldiers was still alive and said" Grievous, you won't stop anything. Your boss will be found. " Grievous responded by stabbing the soldier. Outside the base, two figures, both female observed the attack and decided to intervene. Grievous turned around after hearing him cocking. He saw two figured. One was a human female with long brown hair. The other was a werewolf with black fur. They stood over the commando droids who had been shot in the head. Grievous tackles and said, " You two have been a pain for years now. Zoe, just as dumb as ever. Ashlyn, still feisty I see. " The pair aimed at Grievous. Ashlyn replied, " How is Tsunami doing? She still killing innocent people? " Grievous grabbed the net by the throat and said" The condition of my boss is not your business fleabag! " Ashlyn responded by kicking Grievous in the legs. He let go and she grabbed a droids blaster. Grievous climbed on the ceiling and rushed away. The pair chased after him, firing their weapons at him. A chopper flew overhead and a Sangheli zealot jumped out. Grievous said, " Sywn, make sure they don't leave. " Sywn nodded and ignited her energy sword. She charged at Zoe and Ashlyn. Ashlyn pulled out a knife and dove under Sywn, stabbing the zealot in the foot. Sywn groaned and shoved the pair away. Sywn rushed back to the chopper and got in. Grievous closed the door and told the pilot to take off. Zoe and Ashlyn watched the villains escape. Inside the chopper, Sywn asked, " Did you get it general? " Grievous pulled out a hard drive and handed it to her. Sywn looked at the drive and said" She will be pleased." The end

Episode 2:

The chopper flew for many hours until reaching a crater in Afghanistan. Grievous and Sywn exited the chopper. Sywn went to her quarters while Grievous went to deal with the tasks that his job entailed. After arguing with a B-1 battle droid, he was worn out and just wanted some action. Then from behind him, he heard a voice say," Hello There." Grievous knew the voice and turned around, replying with," General Kenobi, You are a bold one." Obi Wan ignited his azure lightsaber and prepared for battle. Grievous motioned for a pair of Magnaguards to kill him. Obi Wan and the droids clashed in a flury of blue and purple. Obi Wan thrust his saber into the chest of one of them, turning it before swinging upwards and cutting the droid up. The other swung his staff towards the Jedi. Obi Wan dove down towards the droid, cutting its legs off. He finished the droid of with a swift slash at the neck. The droids head rolled away as Obi Wan said cheerfully," Is that the best you can do General?" Grievous again motioned his hand and dozens of Covenant troops rained down, all of them ready to kill the Jedi. Grievous cackled and said," How will you get out of this predicament? You came alone." Obi Wan smiled and said," Thats where your wrong General. I didn't come alone." Then two figures jumped down. One was a pale man with black flowing hair and a red suit, he wielded two hanguns. The other was a blonde female with a tan suit, She held a long rifle. Grievous said," Alucard, What a pleasure. I shall enjoy killing you and your little police girl." Alucard chuckled and said," Well, Well, Well if it isn't the robot with asthma. Police Girl, make his men explode." The female replied," Master my name is Seras Victoria." Alucard said," Whatever, just kill these space fucks." Seras sighed and began firing at the Covenant forces. Alucard aimed his pistols at Grievous and the two stared intensely at the other. Seras was beating the living shit out of the alien soldiers while her master and partner stared at Grievous. Alucard dashed at Grievous. Grievous responded by slicing Alucard up and finishing by removing his head. Grievous turned to face Kenobi and Seras while laughing at his victory. Obi Wan and Seras looked at him with concern. Then a voice said," You Done Goofed, General." Grievous growled at turned to see Alucard back together. Grievous shouted in anger," How the Satanic Bloodsoaked Hell did you do that?!" Alucard smiled and said," Fuck you, That's How." While this fight was going down, Sywn called in a shuttle to pick her and Grievous up. The shuttle flew in and hovered over the four. Grievous said," Until next time scumbags!" He leaped into the shuttle and it flew off. Obi Wan, Alucard and Seras looked over the dead aliens before taking a chopper for themselves and flying away.

Episode 3:

The date is 2020 in Las Angeles. A woman walks into a train station. Suddenly the lights shut off. The woman waves her hands and red lights come from her hands. Then someone shoots at her with a pistol. She uses the powers to block the bullets. The shooter walks into view and kicks her. The shooter says," Ah, The Scarlet Witch, Real Name Wanda Maximoff." Wanda groans as the shooter circles her. She flings him into a wall. The shooter was wearing Spartan Armour however and the impact did nothing to him. Then Wanda is struck by a beam of energy, sending her into a table. She gets up and sees a humanoid serpent resembling a cobra. It carried a spear with a scroll wrapped around it. Wanda said," Aspheera, Still working with Carlton?" Aspheera said nothing and thrust her spear towards Wanda. Carlton and Aspheera both teamed up against Wanda. Wanda lied on the ground. Aspheera prepared to plunge her spear into Wanda's chest when the sound of a man clearing his throat was heard. The villains looked to see a man standing in the shadows. Assuming the person would be an easy kill, Aspheera threw her spear at the man. The man caught the spear and stepped into the light. Wanda looked at the man and relief filled her after seeing who it was. The villains looked in anger at the man as they knew who it was. The man who caught a spear midair was Steve Rogers aka Captain America. While Aspheera was looking at Rogers, another figure leaped down and kicked her into a glass wall. The figure was a female fish-like creature with red hair and an eye patch. Carlton tried to shoot her, but the fish blocked his attack. The fish kicked his stomach, sending Carlton to the ground. Steve threw the spear and another figure caught it. The figure was a blonde woman with a bulletproof vest. The human clashed with Aspheera who fought with her tail. Aspheera knocked the human down and retrieved her spear. The fish threw her spear at Aspheera who then rushed out with Carlton. The 3 figures walked over to Wanda. The fish said," That snake bitch won't be around her anytime soon." Steve said," Good work Undyne, Nat." Wanda thanked them and the group went out to follow the villains. The group returned home. The End

Episode 4-5:

The date is 2020 in Siberia. A unit of Russian soldiers scans the snowy landscape for their target. A chopper flies overhead. Unknown to the soldiers, Zoe and Ashlyn have made their way to this area. The pair sneak through the trees as to not alert the Russians. They come across a crashed snowmobile. They investigate, pulling the driver's corpse off and checking him. As they search the wreck, a soldier spots them and yells to his comrades. Ashlyn groans and draws her pistol. She aims at the soldier who does the same. Ashlyn, being the quicker one pulls the trigger and fires a bullet into the soldier's leg. The others hear the shot and charge the area. Zoe draws her pistol and together with Ashlyn, take out 7 soldiers. Another Russian shoots their AK-47 at the pair. Ashlyn covers Zoe as they head to cover. The soldier slowly approaches them. As he turns the corner he is shot in the head by Ashlyn. The pair grab some bikes and head out. 5 days later in London, Ashlyn's phone gets a call. She answers it and says," Who is this?" The caller replies," This is your old friend, M. I ask that you and your partner along with one of my agents look into a company in France. My agent will meet you at the airport." Ashlyn replies," Is it him?" M responds," Yes dear, it's him, but seeing as you already have a romantic interest, I doubt he will be an issue. If he is though, you have my permission to do whatever you see fit." Ashlyn chuckles and says," Thanks. Talk to you later." With that, she hung up. Zoe asked," It's been 3 years since we worked with Mi6, I wonder if you know who still is their best." Ashlyn said," Of course he still works there. Besides, since we became a thing I doubt he will try any of his tricks." The pair packed and headed to France. At the airport, they spotted a blonde man with blue eyes. The man was wearing a grey suit and looked extremely professional. They walked over and Ashlyn said," Hello James." The man responded," I haven't seen you 2 in years. Unfortunately now isn't the time to catch up. It seems your old friend has entered the racing business." The 3 got into a car and drove to a hotel. When the got into the room, Ashlyn said," I got us separate rooms. We don't want to add any unneeded issues to this mission." Later that day they met at a racetrack. The 3 met up with a young man wearing glasses. Zoe said," Q, long time no see." Q said," I do hope 007 doesn't try any of his tricks on either of you 2." Ashlyn said," They won't get him very far." Q replied," We've developed a new car for you. I present the Aston Martin Rapide, A 4 seater. We gave it tracking abilities, machine guns, and the classic ejector seat." Zoe said," Still the same good old Mi6 cars." Q looked at 007 and said," I don't care if your rusty, this thing better be back in one piece." James reassured Q, but in his mind, he knew that it would be inevitably destroyed during the mission. The 3 parked their car and went to watch the horse race. As they entered, they saw a large number of aliens. The aliens glared at the 3 as they walked by. In the corner sat a green Sangheli zealot. This zealot called his boss after seeing the 3. The zealot said," Tsunami, their here." Tsunami said into the phone," Good Xeno, let them be for now, but if they find the car, kill them." Xeno replied," It will be done." He hung up and walked away. In the owners booth sat a werewolf with black fur and yellow eyes. Next to her sat a Kig-Yar with gold armor. On the other side sat a thin serpent like creature with a scope for an eye. The werwolf said," Cobrani, meet up with Xeno and follow the British spy and his 2 girls." Cobrani nodded and slithered away. The Kig-Yar said," Tsunami, this plan is bullshit, no one will believe it." Tsunami grinned and replied,"Freddy, all has been taken care of." 007 and the pair walked into the viewing area and spotted the villains. James said," Don't attack yet, we need to know what the wolf is planning." Unknown to the 3, a group of Sangheli soldiers walked behind them and prepared to take them out. The 3 felt pokes on their backs. Ashlyn turned around to see the aliens. She sighed and the aliens escorted them out. The aliens led them into an alley. They prepared to fire. Ashlyn stepped on one of the alien's feet causing him to drop his gun. Bond then hit another against the wall. Ashlyn kicked the last one in the neck, killing it. The one against the wall had broken his neck upon impact. The surviving alien looked up at Ashlyn. Ashlyn kicked it in the head, snapping its neck. They were about to leave when a pair of Brutes showed up. The Brutes aimed their weapons at the 3. Ashlyn quickly drew her pistol and shot both of them in the chest. Bond said," Let's get back to the car before more show up." They got into their car and drove off. Tsunami and Freddy stood over the dead Covenant soldiers. She groaned in anger and said," Next time send someone who isn't a fucking retard!" The villains went back to their mansion. At the hotel, Bond ordered liquor. When he heard a knock on the door he went to open it. He opened it and saw a CIA agent he knew. The 2 shared info and the CIA man left. The next night after getting dinner, the 3 walked back into their room to see the CIA agent standing there. Bond asked what was wrong. Then Tsunami appeared holding Bond's gun. She aimed it at the 3. The End

Tsunami cocked the gun. She aimed it at the 3. She said," You 3 have been annoying the living shit out of me for 4 years now. Since you shot my men, its time I shot one of yours." She proceeded to shoot the CIA agent in the chest. Tsunami locked the 3 in the elevator and had her goons fill the hotel with gasoline. She mocked them and left the hotel. Once outside she pushed a button on her phone which caused the gas to spark. The hotel patrons rushed out in terror. James tried to push the doors open. He got them open and the 3 exited the building. They got outside only to be met by police. The police chief asked," Is room 107 yours? Because we found this gun and a body in there." Bond said," That would be our room and that weapon would be mine." The police chief said," I'm charging you 3 with murder." Bond pushed the chief away and the 3 ran to a fire truck. They drove off hoping to avoid more errors. Then 2 motorbikes drove up. The riders shot at them. Ashlyn rammed the truck into them. Then 3 police cars appeared. She sped around the corner. Zoe said," We can't let Tsunami get away." Ashlyn said," I'm a little busy honey!" James was clinging onto the ladder. The police fired at them. Then a black truck pulled up and fired upon the police. James looked at the driver and saw that it was Xeno. The goons fired at the fire truck. Ashlyn rammed into the black truck, but it was too heavy to knock over. Zoe pulled out her pistol and shot out the enemy vehicle tires. It crashed into a bridge. They stopped their truck and got out. Xeno was gone and all that was left was a badly injured human. The human said," You have stopped nothing." He then died from his injuries. Then a building exploded followed by 3 more. The wreckage fell to the ground. The 3 watched in horror as the buildings went up in flames. As the heroes stood in defeat, Tsunami watched them from her yacht. She chuckled and said," Don't fuck with the Collective." The End

Episode 6-7:

The date is 2020. It's been a week since the devastating attacks in France. Zoe and Ashlyn returned to the US and have spent the last week trying to prepare for new threats. It was close to Halloween and they wanted to solve a more normal case. This case appeared when Ashlyn got a call from her close friend, Karina. She lived in a small town in New York that had a strange series of murders. Zoe and Ashlyn drove up to the small town. As they passed through the woods, they noticed all colors began fading away. Zoe said," Isn't this the place where a guy lost his head? What's it called?" Ashlyn replied," This place is called Sleepy Hollow, and yes they have a local legend, but I doubt that anything supernatural is happening." They arrived at an old-style house. They entered at caught up with Karina. It was late at night, a man was strolling through the woods. The night was eerily silent and all noise faded away. Then the sounds of a horse filled the night. The man began to walk faster. The horse sounded closer. The man pulled out a revolver and aimed it into the trees. He shouted," Come out you fucking devil!" As if to be a reply, a large black horse walked into view. The man aimed at the beast. The man quickly regretted this once he saw the rider. The rider upon this large black steed was drapped in black, he wielded a large broadsword and an axe. The most frighting part though was his head, it wasn't there. The horseman charged at the man. The man quickly fired a shot into the horseman before sprinting off. The horseman followed, determined to get a kill. The man tripped on a log and came face to face with the Headless Horseman. The Horseman looked down at the man. In a single slash of his blade, the Horseman removed the man's head. He grabbed the severed head and rode off into the darkness. The next day, news of the attack had spread. Zoe and Ashlyn were intrigued by this. Zoe asked," How many has the Horseman killed?" Karina sighed and said," This is the 7th. All of the victims were beheaded." Ashlyn said," I saw Sleepy Hollow, great movie, but all we have to do is find the Horseman's head and give it to him, Right?" Karina said," That's just a movie. This is real life. No one knows how to stop the Horseman, but we do have one plan. We asked the Lord to resurrect the man who can stop him. Ichabod Crane." Ashlyn laughed. Zoe jabbed Ashlyn with her elbow to which Ashlyn looked at Zoe. Karina said," I called you 2 here so you could stop the Horseman, but I can see you find our situation a joke." Ashlyn replied," I'm sorry, but we've seen a lot of weird shit, but a horseman without a head just sounds ridiculous." Karina said," Just help us kill the bastard." Zoe and Ashlyn agreed. The next night, Zoe, Ashlyn, Karina, and 3 hunters walked into the woods. The group was armed and prepared to kill. Then a fog bank rolled in obscuring the view. Then out of nowhere, a horse could be heard galloping towards the group. One of the hunters ran off in an attempt to slay the horseman. The others followed. They rushed through thick brush as they heard gunshots and screaming followed by a slashing sound. When they arrived they saw him. The horseman stood over the hunter holding his head.

The End

The hunters looked upon the Horseman in terror. The Horseman retrieved the head of the slain hunter and rode off into the fog. The next night the hunters returned to the woods. Zoe and Ashlyn split up to search for the Horseman's grave while Karina and the remaining hunters distracted the Horseman. Karina and the hunters approached the river. The sounds of life vanished and were replaced with the galloping of a horse. The hunters aim into the darkness. Then a slash removed their heads. Then the Horseman did something totally out of character. He kicked the severed heads into the river along with the bodies. He turned his attention to Karina. She fired 2 shots from her revolver into the Horseman, but they did nothing. The Horseman knocked her out, grabbed her, and rode off as Zoe and Ashlyn watched in horror. The next day they returned with automatic rifles and followed the horse tracks to a run-down cabin. The cabin was made of oak wood and had moss and plants growing all over. There was a stable nearby which was covered in strange symbols. They then spotted something that made all of this make sense. A pair of Sangheli warriors patrolled the area. Zoe whispered," Looks like the Horseman is just one of Tsunami's playthings." Ashlyn snuck up and killed the two guards. Then she dragged the bodies away. Then the Horseman walked out of the cabin. Ashlyn aimed at the Horseman, but Zoe signaled her to lower her weapon. Then a strange figure walked out. This figure was a werewolf with grey fur. One of its eyes had war paint. The most unsettling thing about this was the black wings protruding from its back. The figure spoke in a feminine voice," Get your headless ass over here before I send you back!" The Horseman obliged and returned. Before the pair could walk in, however, Zoe stepped on a branch. The werewolf and the Horseman turned to look at them. Ashlyn opened fire on the Horseman as the werewolf pulled out a flintlock pistol. Ashlyn stepped on more branches to distract the pair while Zoe checked inside the cabin. Zoe entered and checked the area. Meanwhile, Ashlyn was running through the woods, throwing rocks at the villains. Back in the cabin, Zoe found a hidden trapdoor under a rug. She opened it and climbed down. She found a map leading to the horseman's grave. She ran there and dug it up. Zoe torched the horseman's body thinking it would end the curse. Ashlyn watched as the Horseman and the werewolf looked at each other. The werewolf said," The girl did it. You are free." The horseman summoned his horse. Before getting on the black steed, the werewolf said," Tsunami says Hi and thanks you and your girlfriend for freeing the Horseman from this place." The villains rode off and Ashlyn ran to the Horseman's grave. They looked at each other knowing that they released another monster upon the world.

The End

Special:

he date is 2020. After rescuing Karina from the Horseman and unwittingly releasing him, Zoe and Ashlyn decided it was time to gather some friends and go on vacation. They called up Charlie and Vaggie, 2 demons who they worked with. The 5 of them drove down to Louisiana for a nice trip. The group was sitting in a restaurant waiting for their food. Charlie and Vaggie were looking at their phones for a good spot to relax. Charlie scrolled through pages and pages of spots. Karina said," What if we had some excitement and fought some monsters on the trip?" Ashlyn replied," Hey that's a good idea, we need a break from all these space freaks and cyborgs. We need something simple. Charlie put those into the search." Charlie nodded and typed on her phone. Just as the search yielded no results, a pair of young women walked up and said," We heard you were looking for a scary time. We have something up your alley." Ashlyn asked," Who are you 2 and what do you have that is scary?" The lead girl replied," I'm Jill and this is Vicky, We have another friend named Katie, but she isn't really a people person. As for our scary thing, we live on an island in the swamp. This island is just full of bugs and gators. It has something more supernatural going on." Ashlyn said," A haunted island, I've only heard one story about something like this. What kind of stuff you got there?" Jill replied," Back during the Civil War, a group of pirates used the island as a hideout. One day a regiment of Confederates got into a battle against some Union soldiers. The pirates were killed in the crossfire and the captain cursed the island with his last breath. Then after the Southern troops set up base, they disappeared." Ashlyn said," You had me at pirates, but Civil War soldiers are just a bonus. Thank you for sharing this historic haunting with us. If you want we can stop it for you." Jill replied," I'm shocked you are willing. Most of the other hunters we ask and too afraid because of a story involving zombies." Karina looked at Jill and asked," Did you say, zombies?" Jill replied," We don't have any, but another island around here was infested with them. Turns out the cause was werecats. I'm not joking. I follow the group who solved the case of Twitter." Ashlyn said," You think Twitter is a reliable source of information?" Jill nodded yes. The group ate their meal and walked out after paying. Jill showed them the way to the island which involved a ferry trip. The two cars arrived and boarded the ferry. Vicky handled paying while Jill told the heroes about the island. Jill said," There's only 3 of us and we are kinda scared to go out at night." Vaggie chuckled and asked," You hear weird noises at night?" Jill nodded yes and said," For months we've been hearing groaning and footsteps throughout the entire island. I don't think it's like the other island, but there are too many coincidences to ignore it." Charlie said," You keep talking about another island. What's that all about?" Jill said," Back in the early 2000s, some kids were making a TV show and looking for real monsters to film. They met a nice girl who showed them her boss's island. The island had 3 inhabitants. The kids were allowed to film there and found a bunch of spooky stuff. That night after 1 of the kids and his dog were heard screaming, the others went out to find them. Instead of their friends, the found zombies. They then were cornered by 3 werecats who sucked the life force out of people to stay alive. The zombies as it turned out, were just the victims of the werecats and not the bad guys. The kids along with a cop defeated the werecats and the zombies were at peace. That place has been abandoned ever since. After the story was told, it became a tourist attraction. They even sold stuff owned by the werecats and we bought some of it. Most of it was junk. That's the story of Moonscar Island. While Jill had been telling the story, the ferry had arrived. The group drove to a lovely old mansion. The heroes got out and admired the expansive area. Then Katie walked out and talked with Jill and Vicky. Jill showed the heroes to their rooms. Charlie and Vaggie had their own room together. As they unpacked, Charlie looked into the mirror. She looked away for a second and when her eyes returned to the mirror, she saw a Confederate soldier standing in it. She stumbled back as the soldier reached his hand out towards her. Vaggie noticed and punched the mirror. She looked at the broken mirror and the soldier was gone. Karina walked in and asked," What the hell happened?" Charlie said," There was someone in the mirror, but after Vaggie punched it they where gone." Jill walked in and said," Don't worry about the mirror, this happens alot shockingly. The group was ready for dinner. Charlie and Vaggie opted to eat outside by the swamp. The walked out there and settled down. After unpacking, the 2 demons began eating. While enjoying Southern cuisine, a green beam of light came down from the sky and touched the water. Charlie noticed it and looked out into the water. Vaggie followed and a blast of green light came from the water. Once the light was gone and replaced with moonlight, a figure came out of the water. Then more and more came out. The figures coming from the water were light brown in color, their clothing varied, but was torn. Their eyes were a souless white. They stumbled slowly towards the 2 demons while groaning. Vaggie grabbed Charlie and ran from the figures. They returned to the house and rushed into the dining room. Charlie was too scared to speak so Vaggie said in an anxious tone," There are zombies outside!" Ashlyn, Zoe, and Karina looked at them with confusion. until they heard the sinister groaning. After hearing what sounded like 20 or 30 people groaning, they rushed to the windows and looked out. They saw nothing but still were concerned enough to follow Charlie and Vaggie as they pointed out where the zombies came from. After looking at the ground, Ashlyn stood up and looked around to see if there was anything. Then the wind picked up. The trees shook as green light touched the ground. Charlie said," That's what we saw before the zombies showed up!" The light hit the ground and after dispersing, zombies rose from the ground. The group was terrified at the sight of rotting corpses walking around. They were split up by the zombies and both groups ran in separate directions. Charlie and Vaggie ran towards the ferry and asked the Driver for help. She simply looked at the moon and then back at the pair. Meanwhile back at the house, Zoe pushed the doors open to see that the lights were out. They checked around and while looking in the library, noticed that a book was missing. Jill walked out looking panicked and showed them a secret tunnel leading underground. As they walked through the tunnel, the heroes noticed torn pieces of cloth in blue and gray littered the ground. They entered a large chamber. While the heroes looked around, Jill locked the door. Karina noticed a book sitting on a desk and when she looked at the page, she gasped. At that moment the 3 were hurled against the wall by an unseen force. They couldn't move and saw voodoo dolls with rope around them. Katie walked out of the shadows and spoke in an ancient language. Then the 3 girls transformed, gaining cat ears and tails. Ashlyn groaned and said," God damnit. Of course they are fricken werecats. It all makes sense now." Jill laughed and said," I knew you'd figure it out. Now all you need to know is why. Its very simple. We were just a group of werecats doing what we had to in order to survive. Then out of nowhere, a werewolf offers us 3 million dollars each if we killed you. They said to do whatever we wanted as long as we sent them pictures of your bodies. Oh, and by the way, Tsunami says Hi." Back at the ferry, Charlie and Vaggie looked at the driver as they transformed into a werecat. The pair ran off. Jill heard the snarls and said," Looks like Rebecca found your demon friends." Ashlyn said," The ferry driver is a werecat?" Jill replied," Of course she is! We needed all the help we could get and besides, we couldn't have witnesses." Charlie and Vaggie stumbled into the zombies which sent them running in another direction. Back in the chamber, Zoe asked," Why would immortal monsters need money? Don't you just steal if off your victims." Jill sighed and said," As your probably aware, we consume the lifeforce of humans in order to survive. Humans don't carry that much cash on them and we've always wanted to expand our ranks so we took the wolf's job." Ashlyn said," I assume the zombies out there are not evil?" Jill said," I legit don't even know. We've killed so many that I forgot what half of them did while they were alive. What I know for sure is the even if you manage to kill us, the zombies won't let you leave. There's no way to put them to rest." Charlie and Vaggie burst in followed by pirate zombies. Jill snarled at them and revealed another fact. She ordered the zombies to attack Charlie and Vaggie. The pair held out against the slow zombies, but their numbers became to much to handle. The zombies pushed the demons into a hole to deep to climb out of. Jill sighed and said," Now that your demon friends are dealt with, you have one thing left to do before we consume your life force. Will you join our zombie horde and live amongst the undead?" Ashlyn told them no and Jill responded by putting the voodoo dolls next to a torch. Jills said," Either way, I get your life force so it really doesn't matter to me. I was just giving you a second chance. Shame you didn't see the potential." Vaggie lifted Charlie out of the hole and she made it pass the zombies. She threw a fireball at the werecats to distract them. It wasn't much, but it gave her enough time to torch Jill's spell book. The zombies along with the werecats started smoking. Charlie pulled Vaggie up and the heroes watched as the zombies and werecats disintegrated. Jill however didn't go up in flames and she pounced on Charlie. Vaggie looked at the book and saw a page was still intact. She quickly lit it on fire and Jill joined her friends as a pile of dust and bones. Charlie and Vaggie untied the others and they stood over the remains of over 50 people. Ashlyn said," Well this vacation sucked." The others laughed. Just then a Confederate spirit appeared and said," Thank you." The ghost saluted the heroes and they saluted him back. They left the cavern and the island.

The End

Episode 8:

The year is 1982. The pizzeria is busy today. Susie happily ate pizza while watching the robots sing and dance. Then a figure places it's hand on her shoulder. Susie saw a yellow rabbit. It said, " Follow me for a surprise. " Susie obliged and followed the rabbit away from the crowds. The rabbit showed her a room she had never seen before. Susie walked in and heard the door close behind her. Then it hit her...

2020: Zoe and Ashlyn were driving through the states to clear their mind from the zombie incident. Zoe checked her messages and one appeared. It told them to come to a small town. They drove into the town and walked into a crowd of people. The crowd was gathered for what appeared to be a memorial. They phone led them to an alley. Inside was an old robot. The robot had 2 heads. One was a bare endoskeleton while the other was a white fox head. The robot looked at them. Then some teens threw soda on it while mocking it. The trend ran off when they saw Zoe and Ashlyn. The robot had slipped on the sofa and was now covered in trash. The robot said, " I was hoping you'd come. I've heard about you two and we have a situation here. " Zoe helped the robot up while Ashlyn asked, " Who are you and why did you call us?. " The robot replied, " I'm Mangle. We have a uh quirk around here. " The trip walked by the crowds and observed the memorial. It was for 5 children. Zoe was unsettled by how young they looked in their photos. She wondered my someone so young was taken from this world. Mangle said, " People around her don't like animatronics because of the incident. " Ashlyn look at Mangle and asked, " What are they honoring? " Mangle signed and said, " Back in the 80s, there was a pizzeria, it was really popular. Then in 82, some kids went missing and it closed down. Then someone stole a suit from it and disappeared. Just a lot of spooky stuff. " As the crowd dispersed, people have Mangle looks of suspicion. Later that night, Mangle and the pair drove to a restaurant. When they got out they shone their lights around. When they touched the logo, Zoe and Ashlyn,s hearts stopped. The sign said the name Freddy Fazbears Pizza. Mangle tore down the door. The walls were converted in kids drawings of the same 3 characters, a bear, a rabbit and a chicken. The tables were worn of cover in old pizza. The tiled floor had grass growing in the cracks. It was a spooky sight. Ashlyn checked the logs for the place to find anything of value. The logs revealed a suit was missing, a yellow rabbit suit. A note left by a previous employee cleared this up. The suit was in the back room, however this did not calm Ashlyn down. She met back up with Mangle and Zoe. The group found the hidden room. The room had blood and suit parts. Once the room was inspected, they decided to leave. The intercom then turned on and a male voice said, " Welcome to Freddys. This place closed down when those kids went missing. I, however had unfinished business and came back. That resulted in extreme pain and suffering. Now me and my friend will grant you the same privilege. Vanny, go get em! " The trio rushed for the door. A masked figure blocked their way. It was a female with brown hair and a rabbit mask. She held a knife. Ashlyn and the mask girl fought while Mangle and Zoe got away. Ashlyn pushed the mask girl to the ground and ran for the door. Once outside the group had mere seconds to relax before 4 police cars pulled up...

The End

Episode 9:

The year is 2018. In New York City, a flash of light bursts from the sewer. Then red water comes out of the storm drain. Out comes a tall lanky figure. It has four arms. It wears a white and pink striped suit with black boots and pink gloves. The creature coughs up water and looks around. He said, " This isn't hell. Where the fuck am I? " Then from the water forms a figure. The spider said, "God fuckin, dammit. What do you want Val?" Val chuckled and said, " This is what you get for crossing me you little whore! Now have fun while I deal with the mess you made. Good day my little Angel Dust." Val dispersed and Angel groaned. He walked through the dark alleys. Angel,s phone beeps and it shows a bounty on his head. Angel said, " That little fucker! " Right after the words left his tounge, a gang of thugs pulled up. Our stepped a large snake like figure. It was extremely thin and had a sniper scope for an eye. The snake said, " Looks like Val's prized toy is broken. Let us fix you. " Angel threw a trash bag at a thug. The snake reacted by firing at Angel with a sub machine gun. Angel ducked and ran from them. Two motorcycles followed him. Angel tried to call a friend, but there was no signal. Then Angel felt a sharp pain in his back. Angel then fell too his knees before passing out. When he woke he couldn't move. His hands were tied to a pipe. His legs were chained to the ground. Still a little sleepy, he yawned. Then all came back to him when the snake slapped his face. Angel chuckled and replied, " Harder Daddy. Hit me harder. " The snake groaned and said, " My name is Cobrani. So, how shall we kill you? " Angel said, " Why the fuck should I care!? I just got sent here and now I'm being hunted! " Cobrani grabbed a tool and squeezed Angel's leg. Angel cried out in pain. Cobrani did not care and continued to inflict pain. Just as Cobrani aimed for Angels crotch, but before he could, he heard gunshots. Cobrani slapped Angel again and left the room. Once Angel had full control of his body, he used his extra arms to grab the tool. He cut the ropes and the chains. Angel peaked on the door and saw goons running from some thing. He grabbed a gun and looked around. Angel made it outside. His relic was cut short with the sound of a gun cocking. Cobrani was standing behind him in the road. Angel dropped his gun and put his hands up. Before Cobrani could shoot however, a grey car rammed into him. Cobrani was sent flying into a wooden fence. The driver asked, " Are you Angel Dust? " Angel nodded and got inside. The driver was a werewolf with black fur. Angel suddenly felt safe and fell asleep in the backseat.

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Episode 10:

oe and Ashlyn are arrested for trespassing. After explaining their story to the police, they are released. Zoe, Ashlyn and Mangle drive home. While sitting in the backseat, Mangle finds a picture of two young girls. Mangle asks, " Who are they? " Zoe replies, " They are mine and Ashlyn's. We adopted them. The older one is Alli, she's 15 and has autism. The other one is Miller, she's 13. since we are out a lot, they stay with our friends although most of the time Miller can take care of both of them. " Zoe pulled into a lot. An apartment building stood next to them. The 3 walked in and knocked on Karina's door. Karina opened the door and called out Alli and Miller. Miller saw Mangle and was amazed while Alli ran off crying in fear. Zoe went after her while Ashlyn sat down and relaxed. Zoe walked into the kids room. Alli was curled up in a ball on her bed. Zoe said, " Alli, it's ok. The robot won't hurt you. " Alli shook her head in disbelief. Miller showed Mangle her favorite video games. After convincing Alli to come out, Zoe introduced Mangle. Alli was slow to befriend the animatronic. After that everyone was tired and went to sleep. It was 3 am. Alli and Miller were fast asleep. Outside the building sat a black car. Sywn and Carlton occupied the space along with 3 henchmen. The goons got out and went inside. They unlocked the door and walked to the kids room. The goons grabbed Miller and Alli. The screaming awoke the heroes who grabbed their weapons. Ashlyn walked out and shot on of the goons. The other two made it outside. Alli cried and kicked the goons holding her. Ashlyn shot at the car, but Sywn returned fire and drove off. Inside the car, Miller held her sister while the goons groaned from Alli's crying. Sywn pulled into a warehouse. She got out and told a pair of jackals to get the girls. The jackals opened the door, but Alli kicked them and ran off. She had made it to the entrance when a gunshot echoed. This terrified her and she curled into a ball on the ground. A werewolf walked out holding a smoking gun. Miller knew who it was when she saw them. It was Tsunami. Tsunami caressed Alli's hair while looking down at the scared teen. Tsunami said, " Your mother shouldn't have left you. " Miller said, " Don't touch her you whore! " Tsunami chuckled and replied, " Such fowl language for a girl of your age. I do wonder who taught you those words. " Miller said, " Ashlyn said there ok when talking about fuckers like you! " Tsunami grabbed them and brought them inside. Tsunami locked them inside an old office. Miller comforted her sister before verbally abusing the villains. Alli found a hole in the wall and crawled through it. She found herself in the second floor. She found an old phone and called her mother. Zoe answered and was scared and relived to hear her daughter. Zoe and Ashlyn sped over to the warehouse. They crashed through the door and gunned down 3 goons. Tsunami realized where Alli was and went Carlton after her. Tsunami then grabbed a dart gun and shot Zoe and Ashlyn. When the woke up they were chained to a pipe. Sywn held Miller while Tsunami held Alli. Tsunami said, " I could kill all four of you even give zero shits afterwards. " She then slapped Alli in the face just to mock Zoe and Ashlyn. Ashlyn said, " I'll fucking impale you for that! " Tsunami chuckled. Alli regained her footing and grabbed Tsunami's pistol. She shot the terrorist in the leg. The recoil from the shot caused her to drop the pistol. Miller used the chaos to stomp on Sywn's foot and push her into a pair of jackals. Miller grabbed the pistol and aimed it at Tsunami. Tsunami kicked Miller in the leg causing the pistol to fall to the ground. Carlton and Alli raced towards the pistol. Alli made it first and shot the rogue Spartan in the foot. Tsunami and Miller fought each other, exchanging punches. Karina then barged in on a motorbike. She shot The chains and freed Zoe and Ashlyn. Sywn ran towards Alli, but was shot by Karina who said, " Leave her alone you alien fucktard! " Ashlyn grabbed a chain and wrapped it around Tsunamis neck. She proceeded to strangle the terrorist until she saw Alli. Ashlyn let go of the chain. Tsunami was not grateful and proceeded to stab Ashlyn in the chest. Alli grabbed a nearby gun and in an quick moment, shot Tsunami in the back. Zoe rushed towards Ashlyn who was bleeding out. Tsunami fell over unconscious. Karina called the police. Ashlyn was sent to the ER while Tsunami, Sywn and Carlton were arrested. The villains were sent to prison and Ashlyn don't 2 months off. A week after the trial, Ashlyn read a text saying that the villains had escaped.

The escape: The villains were sitting in a cell when the walls explode around them. The 4 guards are gunned down and Tsunami looks to see a werewolf with a robotic arm. She said'" So you did get my message Selina. " Selina replied, " Anything for my big sister. " She used her arm to break the cell open and took the three villains with her.

Special:

Act 1: The year is 2020. Tsunami has escaped custody. Once back aboard one of her infamous destroyers, she calls her goons to a meeting. Tsunami sighs and said, " We need to capture one of the heroes. Does anyone have any suggestions? " A henchmen replies, " What about the offspring? " Tsunami groans and shoots this man before saying, " We already tried that and I ended up in prison! " Aspheeea said, " What about on of their more sensitive members such as the demon princess? " Tsunami said, " That is a good plan. Now, who will take the task? We should have 3 soldiers in command. " Sywn raises her hand. After a robotic wheeze, General Grievous joined in. Sywn looked at her girlfriend Nora Khan. Nora raised her hand and the three villains went off to capture their prize. Two days later in Vegas, a pale female demon with rosy cheeks is gambling. The demon is winning and drinking excessive amounts of wine. The demon has another standing next to her. The pale demon is showing signs of increasing drunkenness. The side demon says, "Charlie it's time to go." Charlie looks at her girlfriend. Back in a hotel room, Charlie and Vaggie get in an argument. Charlie storms off and walks down the street alone. A black Aston Martin follows Charlie. The driver steps out, intrigued by the pale girl. Charlie looks at the man. The man says, " My name is Bond, James Bond. You are? " Charlie introduces herself and gets into Bond's car. James is driving down the road and into the desert when he looks into his side-view mirror. In the mirror is a black car. The car pulls up to the Aston Martin and after getting a glimpse of Charlie, opens fire on them. Charlie panics while Bond deploys countermeasures. The Aston shoots from its tires. The enemy car crashed into a billboard. Charlie looks back at the wreck before turning to Bond. Bond becomes pleasant again and asks, " A girl like you couldn't be single. What's the deal with you walking down the street? " Charlie sighs and said, " Well I had a girlfriend, but we had a fight. " Bond takes advantage of the moment and asks, " Well how does two people spend a night in Vegas? " Charlie realizes what Bob d is trying to do, but cares little about it. They drive to a hotel. After walking into a suite, Bond lays on the bed. Charlie joins him and they proceed to kiss. While making out with Bond, Charlie feels his sidearm and steps back. Charlie is visibly confused and scared. Bond explains, "It wasn't chance that we are together tonight. I'm a British agent. Seeing as your a person of importance, they sent me to protect you." Charlie and Bond resume kissing. They then fall asleep. In the morning, Charlie stands in the balcony looking out into the desert. Bond joins her. They drive off again. Charlie asks Bond to stop the car when she sees an old house. Bond waits in the car while Charlie checks it out. A black truck pulls up and a good grabs Charlie. Bond pounds the gas and races after the villains. After losing the car, Bond is furious. He deeply cared for Charlie and doesn't want her to get hurt. Bond was just about to drive off when a message is sent to his phone. It's a picture of Charlie, severely beaten and tied to a chair. It also has a set of coordinates. Bond plugs them in and races off to save his woman. After an hour of driving, Bond sees another car. The occupants open fire on Bond. In a flurry of bullets, a grenade lands in the backseat. It goes off and the car is torn apart. Bond is flung from the car and bleeding. Before blacking out he sees Sywn and Nora whom he recognizes. He wakes up in a grey room. He is tied to a chair and he looks around. In the corner stood Grievous. He walks up to Bond and holds his head. Grievous said, " Your efforts will be in vain Mr Bond. You will die along with the demon girl. " Bond replies, " Grievous, you will join your friends in Hell. " Grievous has Bond thrown into a cell.

Act 2: Bond sits in his cell hoping Charlie is ok. Then a guard walks by and opens the door. Bond kicks the guard and breaks his neck. Bond grabs his rifle and sneaks off to find Charlie. Bond finds Charlie tied to a pole and unconscious. He untied her and wakes her up. After Charlie wakes up, the base shakes. The pair run to a window and look out to see the base has become an aircraft. A trio of guards show up and open fire. Bond guns them down and hands a rifle to Charlie. Grievous has been watching the whole escape and goes to kill them himself. Grievous leaps down and grabs Charlie with one hand. He runs off and the ship lands at an air field. Grievous slaps Charlie and locks her in a cage on board a train. Grievous and the two aliens leave in a train. Bond steals a jeep and races after Charlie. Unknown to Bond, a pair of fighter planes pursue him. The first plane swoops down and almost cuts him with a propeller. The second plane shoots at Bond. Bond sprays the engine and causes the plane to crash into the caboose. Bond boards the train and shoots a pair of guards. He makes it to the storage car where Charlie is. He freed her and they continue towards the engine. Sywn jumps out and Bond fights with her. Bond is losing and drops his gun. Charlie grabs it and shoots Sywn off the train. Nora jumps out in rage. Bond kicks her and throws her off the train. After fighting another alien, Charlie and Bond stood outside the engine.

The Final Battle. Bond kicks the door down and sees no one. Grievous kicks the pair. In the scuffle, Charlie fired a fireball at the bridge and it collapsed. The train hangs over the now flaming bridge. Bond and Charlie climb to the roof of the train. Grievous climbs up and ignited his lightsabers. Bond fires his gun at Grievous. Grievous charges at them and Bond trips him. He falls and drops his sabers. As Grievous hangs on the hook for the cars, he grabs Bond saying, " If I die, your going with me! " Bond kicks Grievous and grabs a loose cable. He aims the gun at the hook. He exclaims, " Have a nice swim! " before shooting the hook. The hook comes looks and Grievous plummets clinging to the engine into the river below. Charlie looks down and sees a clearly amused Bond hanging on a train cable. She chuckled and pulls Bond up. They look as the engine hits the ground and explodes. Charlie looks at Bond while holding his hand. She said, " I like you James, but I should get back to my girlfriend. " James smiles and they share one last kiss before getting into a car and returning to Vegas. Bond pulls up to Charlie's hotel and before she got out, he gave her his phone number. His last words before driving off are, " See you later Charlie. " He drives off and Charlie sees Vaggie standing outside looking happy. The pair make up and head inside.

The End

James Bond Film:

The date is 2020 in Ireland. A shipwreck has sent nations scrambling to retrieve the cargo. A group of mercenaries have set up camp and are stripping the ship. Two mercs walk their daily patrol when they find a man with a crashed motorcycle. The first goon points his rifle at the man. The man said, " No need for the gun. I just have a gift. " The man hands the mercs a box. They walk back to their base. The man touches his watch. The box exploded and kills 4 mercs. The remaining goons rush at the man. The man pulls out a pistol and shoots a pair of them. Three remain. One rushed to a mounted turret. The man shoots another goon as he reaches for a rifle. The second to last goon hides behind a barrel. The man grind and fired at the barrel. The barrel exploded, killing the goon and sending debris into the barrel of the turret. The last merc aims at the man. He pulls the trigger and the turret explodes. The man walks into the command rent and grabs a paper. He says into a radio, " Command this 007, enemies eliminated. I have the plans for Firestriker. "

Act 1: Bond walks into his office and sits down. Moneypenny walks in and hands him a packet. Bond says, " New mission already? " Moneypenny replies, " It seems that the plans you received were copied and emailed to high paying corporations. M wants you in her office in 10 minutes. " 10 minutes to by and Bond heads over to M's office. M. Looks at Bond and says, " 007, as your well aware, the Firestriker is the name of a new defense system being developed by the Americans. The ship you found was sunk by unknown assailants. Now it seems the system has fallen into black market hands. I want you to find out who is selling the plans and return them here. You'll be heading to Italy. We've tracked an old friend of yours and it seems they have some connection to the seller. " Bond replies, " You mentioned and old friend. Who is it? " M sighs and says, "It appears that General Grievous didn't perish in Nevada. Italian police caught footage of him 3 days ago. Also someone called The Big One has been listed as hosting the auction for the Firestriker. We aren't sure who they are, but I want you to find Grievous and the Big One and retrieve the information from them." Bond leaves the office and boards the flight to Italy. As he walks through the airport he sees some men with a briefcase. While this is suspicious, something else catches his eye. A blue fish like creature with red hair and an eyepatch. The fish appeared to be watching the men. Bond leaves the airport and drives his car to the hotel. He noticed the same blue woman there and they exchange glances. Later that night, Bond receives an invite to a Party hosted by the Big One. He goes and as he walks around the party, he bumps into the fish girl once again. They sit down at a table and talk. Bond says, " Your very beautiful, what's your name. " She replies, "My name is Undyne, I noticed you seem to appear everywhere I go mister? " James replies, " Bond, James Bond. " Undyne chuckled and replied, " Well Mr Bond, I hope you enjoy the party. I have business to attend too. " She walks off and Bond gets up. He walks around the party. The speaker announces that the auction is about to begin. Bond sits down and watches. The Firestriker plans are brought out and everyone goes silent. After several bids, it appears that no one will buy the weapon. Then a guard is shot with a arrow.

Act 2: The crowd dispersed in fear and Bond watched a deer headed creature wielding a rifle rush towards the Firestriker. The wendigo says, " Find the sniper. it's probably her. " Another goon is killed and Bond rushed out. While passing the crowd he noticed Undyne holding a crossbow. A guard pops out and wrestles her. Bond pulls out his Walther and shoots the guard. Undyne looked at him and they run off. The pair run to Bonds car and get in. The wendigo appears and sprays the car. Undyne pulls out a small pistol and shoots the wendigo. 2 cars filled with goons appear and pursue the heroes. Bond races through the streets as the guards pursue him. Bond pulls a lever and a razor flies out of the boot of his car. It hits the first goon car and it stops. The second follows them. Bond looks at his surroundings and comes up with a plan. He pulls a switch and the tail lights become shotguns. They shoot out the tires of the second car. It tumbled over a wall and lands on the ground in a flurry of fire. Undyne pulls out a hard drive and chuckles. Bond asks, " What is that. " Undyne replies, " Its the Firestriker system. The one they had was a fake. I had stolen this one before the party. " Bond reaches for it, but Undyne aims her gun at him. Undyne says, " You can have it once I'm done with it. " They go to their hotel and head to Bonds room. Undyne used the shower while Bond sits there. She comes out and they sit together. Undyne kisses Bond and they soon make out. After intense love, they fall asleep. In the morning Bond wakes up to find Undyne gone. On his dresser is a picture of Undyne tied up and bruised. Bond is furious as much as his annoyed that this keeps happening. He remembers the Nevada incident and groans. Bond finds instructions on the back. Return the Firestriker or she dies, the note says. Bond wonders how they got Undyne, but not the Firestriker. He checks the bathroom and finds a note from Undyne. It says For James, The Firestriker. At that moment he heard the sound of a gun cocking. A feminine voice says, " Turn around 007. " He turns around and sees the wendigo from the party. She says, " I'm Nyx, Grievous says greetings and sends his regrets that he couldn't be here in person. " Bond says, "What got you working for the good general?" Nyx replies, " That's not you concern Mr Bond. Now I hope you've made peace with your lord. " She aims her pistol at Bond. Bond kicks her in the leg. Nyx dropped the gun and Bond slams her into his dresser. She pulls out a knife and swiped at Bond. Their fight leads them to the balcony . Bond is pushed to the ground. Nyx leaps at Bond. He reacts by pushing her over th edge and sending her falling down 3 stories. Bond exclaims, " What a terrible diet she had. "

The Final Battle: Bond drives his Aston Martin to an old church. Guard patrol every inch and Bond turns on his alarm to attract as many as he can. 6 guards approach the car. Bond activates the front machine guns and kills all six of them. A screech is heard from the church. Then a velociraptor walks out. It speaks quite well and says, " James Bond, Mi6's top dog. Surrender or we kill the woman.. " Bond fires the machine guns again and grazed the raptor. Bond steps out and walks towards the church. He enters and after shooting another 2 guards he finds Undyne tied to a chair. He freed her just as Grievous appears. Grievous punches Bond. Undyne lunges at the cyborg, but forced against the wall. The church then shakes. It begins to collapse and sink into the ocean. The raptor leaps at Bond, but instead falls into the water. Grievous holds Undyne over the edge and says, " We can trade, the Firestriker for the girl. " Bond throws a brick at Grievous who dropped Undyne and falls into the ocean. Grievous and the Big One survive, but are arrested by Italian police. Undyne grabs a spear and hooks the cliff. She crawls back up and looks at Bond. The two take a yacht and said around Italy. On board the boat, M calls. Bond answers and M says, " Well done on retrieving the Firestriker. Are you returning home soon? " Bond replies, " Just finishing up this last lap Ma,am. " He drops the phone and makes love to Undyne while M listens in in disgust. Bond and Undyne head to the top deck. After sharing a drink they make love as the sun sets on another day.

Episode 11:

It's 2020, A war has been raging between the evil Collective and the nations of the world. The Collective has been gathering new allies to join their ranks. It's a hot day in the UK, people are just going about their daily tasks. Then a large triangular ship appears in the sky. The ship is what Star Wars fans know to be a First Order Star Destroyer. The Destroyer dissapears in a flash of light. It reappears over Ireland. Taking residence in an old castle are Tsunami and Selina. They look upon the massive warship with glee as they had been the ones to call it. Tsunami walks inside to the command center and establishes a radio between herself and the commander of the Destroyer. A blue hologram appears, showing a uniformed man in his 30s. The uniform resembles those of the Nazis, but with a more Sci Fi twist. The man spoke with a vaguely Irish accent and said," This is General Hux of the First Order. We have recived you invitation to join your army and have come to inform you that we accept." Tsunami replied," Good to see you Hux, We have been waiting for the old members to rejoin us. It's good to see that we still have allies in all corners." Hux looked around and saw the Imperial Era Stormtroopers guarding the room and said," I can see you need more updated troops. Luckily we have what you need. Prepared to recieve my ship." The hologram turned off and Tsunami went to the balconey to see a shuttle landing in the fields. The ramp lowered and Hux walked out flanked by two stormtroopers. Sywn lounged outside and mocked the new troopers. The troopers stood like statues awaiting their next orders. Tsunami said," Where's Kylo, is he still after the scavenger?" Hux replied," Unfortunately yes. Ren still wants to convert the girl to our side. I see it as a waste of recources and my other generals agree." Sywn got a email from another faction and called over to Tsunami. Tsunami said," Who is it?" Sywn replied," It appears that the Banished have heard our call and are alerting others." Tsunami said," When Atriox calls, Inform me." Sywn nodded and walked off. Selina marked off a spot on a list she had made of all the factions that formed the Collective. She had many more to go, but took joy in the fact that even with just one army, they outnumbered the UN. The sun was setting and the villain leaders walked inside to get some rest.

The End

Episode 12:

t's 2020 in Norway. A UN taskforce scans the area for a new threat. The squad consists of 12 men. The back 2 men are pulled into the trees and stung. One man spots a figure and sprays his rifle. Green blasts hit two men. The commanding officer fires 3 rounds into the bushes. A insect-like screech is heard. Then A gold creature with a stinger tail leaps out of the bush holding advanced weapons. It smacks 3 men and impales another. In a blur and gunshots and screeching, only 1 man remains. The CO stands 6 feet in front of the creature. He said," Get it over you gross fuck." The creature replies," Wheres the fun in that?" The soldier quickdraws his pistol and fires into the creature's chest. The soldier tries to shoot again but is out of bullets. The creature chuckles and fires a green blast into the leg of the soldier. The creature walked up to the dying soldier and watched him. The soldier asked," What the hell are you?" The creature replied," I'm the Scorm The Scorpion King." Scrom proceeded to impale the soldier in the chest. Meanwhile in Japan at a corporate headquarters. The guards patrol the area. On the second floor, a guard takes a smoke break. He suddenly feels the hair stand up on the back of his neck. Demonic whispers fill the air. Then two sharp pains fill his back. Two black points emerge from his chest. Then all goes dark as the guard is torn in half. A nearby guard gets a look at the killer. He is horrified. Its a tall man with a suit and pale featurless face, The Slenderman. Slenderman teleports behing this guard and pushes him off the roof. He then teleports to the ground level. Two guards faint and Slenderman steps on their chest, crushing their lungs. The last guard fires a gun at him. Slenderman's tentacles blocked the bullets. He then picked up the guard by the neck and looked at the human. The guard pulled out his pistol and shot it in the creatures chest. Slenderman broke his arm before squeezing his neck and crushing his airpipe. He disposed of the corpse in a fountian before disappearing. In the Philippines in a village, a group of guards patrol the area. There are 16 in total. One guard needs to use the bathroom and goes behind a bush. After finishing his buisness, he hears branchs snap. He then hears low growling. Unaware to the threat, he walks away assuming it was just a wild animal. It reality the term wild doesn't fit with what was about to kill these men. A more appropriate word would be intelligent or experienced. 2 guards saw a shadow moving in the trees and aimed their rifles. A blur of black and gold knocked them off their feet and one was dragged into the darkness screaming. The survivior followed his friend and found the culprit. It was a 10 ft tall black dinosaur with gold stripes. In it's hand was the upper half of the other guard. His arm was torn off and his legs proped up on a tree stump. The creature dropped its prey and stomped the second guard. The crunching alerted the others and they charged in. In the trees they heard a female voice say," You do taste quite well. Why not accept your fate and die a quick and painless death?" The dinosaur leaped out and pinned 2 men under its feet while mauling a third. It snapped the mans neck and tossed it against another. The impact snapped the mans neck and the two under the dinosaurs feet were motionless. It swung its claws around, killing 4 men. The survivors shot at the beast. It seemed to be annoyed with this and would always go for the one firing. It bit a man and threw him into the air. The beast slashed open anothers torso and began to feed on the insides. The 2 surviving men grabbed a grenade and threw it at the beast. The beast seemed to smart to beat. It hurled the grenade back at them. The explosion killed one man and left the other unable to walk. The last man crawled away repeating into his radio two words. The Indoraptor. The beast walked up and picked up the injured man. The man closed his eyes and his arms was torn off. The beast dragged all the body parts into the forest and by morning, the only signs of the skirmish were rifles, bullets and blood splatters. All three creatures boarded ships once done with their killings. The 3 ships landed on an aircraft carrier. Slenderman, Scorm and the Indoraptor walked out and saw Tsunami. She grinned at her assassins.

The End

Episode 13-14:

It's 1692 in Salem, Massachusetts. The witch trials have gone on for 2 months. 6 people have been hung. A woman is being brought out for execution. The rope is placed around her neck. Before the lever is pulled she says, " I curse this nation and all its future occupants. " The lever is pulled and the witch breaks her neck. Her name is erased from all records and she is buried in an unmarked grave. For the next 300+ years, strange events occurred with the blame being out on one person, Victoria Lynx. It's now 2020 in Salem. At an old motel, a man makes love to a four armed spider like creature. The demon rolls over and says, " Ok buddy, it's time to pay up. Thats $150 dollars you owe me. " The man groans and hands the creature a pile of cash. The creature counts it and leaves after putting his clothes on. He walks outside to his car. The passenger seat contains a pig. The license plate says Angel Dust. Angel gets in and puts the money in his glove box. Angel went to get fast food and drove by a cemetery. He noticed the markers. He exclaimed, " Huh, this town really is fuckin, obsessing over witches. " Angel drove to his apartment and brought his things inside. His apartment was littered with old boxes and cups from various restaurants. Angel drank his soda while checking his voicemail. They mostly consisted of friends. The last one was a bunch of static and weird sounds. Angel hit the box, but just shrugged it off. That night in the cemetery, a tree started glowing. The tree wilted and a figure emerged from the trunk. It was a woman wearing armour and a white cape. She glanced around at the surroundings. The woman crawled out of the tree and walked towards the road. A black limo pulled up. A werewolf with wings stepped out. The werewolf said, " So you got the call. Good to know that we still have some friends. Welcome back Victoria. " Victoria replied, " What kept you so long Eclipse? I thought you and me were close friends. " Eclipse said, " I had a little visit in Sleepy Hollow, revived a headless monster and killed some locals. Some bitches showed up and I had to leave, but I still freed the horseman. " Victoria said, " What has the leader requested? " Eclipse replied, " Tsunami just wants you to gain your powers back before anything major. She said to do whatever you want as long as it's not revealing. " Victoria and Eclipse walked back to the grave. Victoria dug up an old box. She dusted it off and pulled out a spellbook. Eclipse walked off and Victoria began practicing witchcraft. In the morning, Angel woke up and turned on the TV. The news was on. Two people had been found murdered. They had water in their lungs despite not being near water. The news also said that strange lights and sounds came from the cemetery. Angel groaned and said, " I thought witches weren't real! Now people are getting killed by some broad. Fucking typical honestly! " Angel checked his voicemail and heard a message from someone saying he would die in 6 days. After that the door had a knock. Angel opened the door hoping to see a new client. He instead saw a familiar face. A grainy voice said, " I'm back! " Angel looked at the figure we joy. It was an old friend of his. Angel said, " If it isn't the Radio Demon. What made you come find me? " Alastor said, " I didn't come for you. I came for the culture. Your just an annoying person who happens to be here. Besides, Charlie asked me to check up on you after she heard about the news. " Angel let Alastor in and they sat down.

The End

Angel tried to flirt with Alastor to no success. Alastor walked around the apartment. Angel asked, " What are you doing Al? " Alastor replied, " Checking for witches. I read about them when I was alive. They are truly destructive creatures. "The pair sat down and talked. Meanwhile at a bar, a man approached a woman. They flirted. Then the man left. While walking to his car his lungs filled up with water. He collapsed dead and the woman left. Back at Angel's apartment, Alastor watched the news about the latest victim. Alastor pulled out a book on witchcraft and paged through it. Alastor turned to Angel and said," We merely have to identify the witch and burn the body. This will be easy. " Angel asked, " Where did you get that book Al? " Alastor responded , " From the library of course. They have a large collection on the subject. " Angel asked, " How are we gonna find the witch? " Alastor replied, " A witch leaves fingerprints on her victims. He merely examine the bodies and find a match. " Alastor snapped his fingers. Two hours later a shadow figure appeared holding a piece of paper. Alastor took the paper and the shadow left. He said, " We shall go to the cemetery and burn the body. " That night they went to the cemetery and dug up Victoria's body. Angel covered it in gasoline and lit it on fire. They heard signing and turned o see Victoria standing there. Alastor conjured a fireball and shot it toward her. She blocked it. She said, " Its 11:30, at midnight I leave this town. You did the spell wrong. It's too late now. You needed to salt the body before burning it. Now I can leave at midnight thanks to you! " Alastor conjured vines that wrapped around her. She lit them on fire and jumped down. Angel pulled out a pistol and fired at the witch. She dodged the bullets and broke the gun. Alastor made a ring of fire around her. She sprayed ice out. She pushed Alastor aside and pounced on Angel. She wrapped her hands around his neck and squeezed. Then the clock chimed. She looked at Angel and jumped back. He gasped for air. Victoria said, " It's been fun, but I must depart. Till next time. " She disappeared in a ball of fire and smoke. Alastor walked up and said, " Well that was anticlimactic. I really thought we could destroy her. " Angel screamed in rage and said, " What the fuck! We just unleashed a hellish broad on the world and your response is that it was anticlimactic?! Your sick you know that! " The pair drove home.

The End

Episode 15-19:

It's 2020, animatronics run wild. A mass cyber attack activated hundreds of old animatronics. Zoe, Ashlyn and Karina have devised a plan. They will work one week at a mall to lure the animatronics to them. It's midnight. The trio sit in the office along with Mangle. The shift begins...

12:00 AM Ashlyn checks the cameras. A Chica crawls around the halls. Zoe shuts the vents. The Chica lunges at the shut door. A Bonnie stares into the camera. Mangle goes to defeat her fellow robots. Metal sounds full the halls. The camera shows Mangle starting a pile of fallen animatronics. A Foxy slashed the door with its hook. It tears the door open, but Ashlyn crushes it with the door. Another robot is added to the pile.

1 AM Bonnie crawls towards the vents. Mangle enters them to take it down. A Freddy entered the room. Ashlyn guns it down with three shots to the head.

2 AM Mangle took three more to the pile. A BB laughs in the vents. Zoe shoots it in the head. Ashlyn winds the music box. The vents stop blowing air. Ashlyn looks at the vents in fear. Karina pulls out her revolver and fires into the vent. Out pours a endoskeleton. She signs in relief. A Bonnie crawls out of the vent, but turns off after hitting the floor.

3 AM The puppet wakes up. The trio heard a tune and prepared for the worst. As the puppet lunges at them, Karina shoots it in the head. A Foxy hits the door in classic style. Mangle rips it apart. Ashlyn looks at the cameras and sees a figure in the shadows.

4 AM The Freddy has arrived. It charges the office along with 2 Bonnies. Mangle crashes into the rabbits. Freddy is shot in the head. A pair of Endoskeletons look in at the trio.

5 AM The Endoskeletons are shot in the head. At this point the pile has over 12 animatronics. Withered Bonnie becomes the final boss of the night. He crawls into the vent. The trio have seconds to prepare. Withered Bonnie entered the office and the trio puts on the spare Freddy heads. Bonnie scans them. In the moment, Karina shoots it in the leg. Bonnie swiped at them. Ashlyn fires another shot into its back. Bonnie still twitches. He stands up and charges at them. In a blind fury, Bonnie rams his head into the wall. Ashlyn takes the chance to beat him with a chair. Bonnie seems to take the damage. In a final stand he punched Ashlyn. Zoe finally got a kill when she fired a shot into Bonnie's head. The rabbit collapsed to the ground with a smoking hole in its exposed faceplate

Then it was 6 am.

The End

Night 1 went well. 20 animatronics were destroyed. The group slept until their second night shift began.

12 AM The heroes settled into the office. The fan blew fresh air to contrast the inferno the had been consuming the air. Withered Bonnies head sat on the desk as a trophy. After the phone call explaining their task. The shift began...

1 AM A Foxy rushed down the hall and banged on the door. Ashlyn checked the camera to see a Freddy looking intently into the lens. The same shadow figure hid in the corner.

2 AM Bonnie had crawled into the vent. Chica had three copies standing outside the window. One lifted the door and recover a bullet to the face. The other 2 retreated into the party rooms.

3 AM A puppet slithered into the vent. Then a Freddy hit a camera, it went dark. The map showed a hidden room. The robots seemed to be coming from there. The shadow opened the door and a horse poured out.

4 AM The puppet crashed into the walls. Endoskeletons roamed the halls. The heroes planned to bring more powerful weapons.

5 AM The boss fight began. The character leading the night's charge? A broken down Freddy. It stood in the hall menacingly. It's body stank of rotting flesh. Ashlyn flashed her light at it. It seemed to vanish. After looking back at the hall, Freddy was in the office. He growled loudly. Karina swung at it. Zoe plugged a power cord into its neck. It overloaded the ancient bear. He fell over smoking. Ashlyn checked the cameras and the shadow figure was gone. It would have to be addressed later.

It turned 6 AM and the heroes disposed of the newly beaten robots and went home to rest.

The End

The police had a mess of robots to dispose off, but that would have to be the case to save the lives of all citizens. The robots had been cut down by a third. The Freddy head rested on the chairs. Night 3 was about to begin...

12 AM The phone call mentioned phantoms, but our heroes had to focus. Ashlyn wanted to stop the shadow figure. With a bell ring, the night began and the animatronics began their hunt...

1 AM A new cast of characters filled the halls. Circus Baby roamed the halls trailed by her endoskeleton goons. A Chica crashed into the kitchen. A Bonnie looked into the camera.

2 AM Baby got closer. Her goons hung from the ceiling. They lunged at the heroes, but revived bullets to the head.

3 AM Baby entered the vent. The sound came closer.

4 AM Baby entered the office. She looked around and then left. The heroes sighed in relief. But then the final stage would begin...

5 AM The final boss wasn't a real thing. It was a phantom. They took down the systems. Then they appeared. A green and burnt version of Mangle stood in front of them. Then final blow was about to be dealt. Ashlyn held the fan in front of the ghost. It vanished as the air consumed it.

The clock rang 6 and the night ended.

The new shift began as normal. The latest boss had no remains. All that mattered was stopping the shadow figure.

12 AM The shift began. Our heroes sat down in their old spots.

The first hours Strangely, no animatronics showed up. All was quiet.

5 AM Who was the boss? A golden bear. It sat slumped over in the hall way. Ten minutes to 6, it activated. It lunged at the heroes. Mangle aimed a rifle at the head and fired. The bear fell over. The heroes sighed as they had only one night left.

The heroes didn't care about guarding. They wanted to find out who the shadow figure was. They gunned down dozens of robots. Mangle tore the door down. They looked in and saw parts of robots. A sewing machine and supplies revealed all that needed to be known. One phone call to a good friend and the clock striking 6 had our heroes leave this robotic mess for good.

Episode 20 (Finale of Season 1):

Vanny had been sending robots to kill people. After her army had been destroyed, she left in defeat. She drove her cheap car to her cliff side house given by Springtrap. She stepped out of the car and inhaled the fresh air. Her phone rang and she answered. As she walked to her door she asked, " Who is this? " A male replied, " We need to talk. " Then a sharp pain filled her leg. She had been shot. She fell to the ground, dropping her phone. She crawled to the steps and sighed. Then she saw a man holding a rifle and phone. She looked at him in anger. The man clicked his phone and looked at her. His only words were, " The name's Bond, James Bond. ".

#jamesbond #helluvaboss #fantasy #fanfic #hazbin hotel #starwars #marvel #fnaf #horror #action #monster #oc #custom character #original character #workinprogress #season1

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theflowergirl · 5 years ago

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🤍 Wangji Week 2020 🤍 #1, Gentians

“Lan Zhan.”

Experience taught him not every call demanded a response, so all Lan Zhan does is raise his eyes from the table. Wei Ying isn’t even looking at him, he just continues talking, fingers dedicated to their task.

“Do you think it’s selfish to ask something from your parents?”

The question causes him to pause. Wei Ying folds the paper with meticulous precision, and while Lan Zhan searches for words, he allows himself to be impressed that someone like Wei Ying, capable of running from one side of the school to the other in minutes while chattering about anything and everything, is not only capable of doing handcraft work, but is also good at it. Following a mapped guide in his mind, the paper flower slowly takes form. A lotus, for Jiang Yanli. Based on the extensive knowledge of the young woman that Lan Zhan has accumulated over the course of his acquaintance with Wei Ying, he knows it’s a considerate choice. He can picture her loving it.

He licks his dry lips before replying with a question of his own. “It depends on what you’re asking.”

Wei Ying’s tongue sticks out the corner of his mouth as he ties all the separate parts of the origami flower together, and every petal opens under his fingertips, the flower slowly blossoming under his attentive care.

“What if it’s something big?”

Lan Zhan looks down at his own work. Several gentian flowers lie in wait for him to put them in a bouquet, a message carried under their soft folds. A gift that could never wither; a memory of something good, something beautiful, something old; the blue of home.

“Is it something important to you?”

The lotus flower stands on his kitchen table, vivid in pink and green, perfect like the videos that they watched, almost as if Wei Ying didn’t spend a whole package of origami paper in failed attempts. The boy touches it with a fingertip, slowly twirling it around, like it’s swayed by a passing wind.

“Yes.”

Lan Zhan nods in mute agreement, gently folding another gentian. The clock on the kitchen wall marks the seconds of his thinking, and Wei Ying waits, watching with transfixed admiration as Lan Zhan adds one more delicate flower to his batch. Wei Ying is rarely ever this quiet, though he’s always been attentive. Lan Zhan remembers their fights when they were but small kindergartners, and how he wouldn’t let anyone but himself tease Lan Zhan’s weaknesses. They got separated, became slightly different boys after puberty, but upon reuniting at the beginning of high school, some details seemed to never change; like the curves on a flower petal, mirrored on paper.

“And if you never asked?”

Wei Ying’s finger taps on the table, his fingernail echoing the clock. It’s almost time. The sun has already set. He wonders if Wei Ying would like to stay over, and there’s more than one feeling affecting Lan Zhan in either his acceptance or denial. His stomach hurts, not for the first time, over something that is not hunger.

“I... don’t really know.”

Lan Zhan finishes his last flower and starts putting them away in a box. Noticing that he’s finished, Wei Ying remembers his own gift box, decorated in swirling shades of pink and lavender, and places the lotus flower away. Lan Zhan moves to help him tie a pretty bow on top, and Wei Ying smiles, even if it’s dimmer than usual. And even though they’re comfortable in each other’s presence, his question lingers like a scent between them.

“I think they’d want to hear what you have to say,” Lan Zhan says, his finger keeping the silk thread in place as Wei Ying works on the bow. He looks over, beyond the box and their hands, locking his gaze with his friend’s. “If it’s something important to you.”

Their teachers often assume Wei Ying never thinks of things of consequence, always fooling around when he should be serious. But in the wrinkles around his eyes, soft sketch lines in his youth, Lan Zhan sees his worries and contemplations.

When Wei Ying smiles again, he sees the setting sun.

“Lan Zhan, you always know what to say! Thank you.”

He doesn’t. He really doesn’t. He barely ever speaks because he can’t think of anything to say, which Wei Ying knows, but still, still he says it and means it.

“I’m home!”

She’s right on time. Lan Zhan closes his box and hides it under a textbook as Wei Ying jumps on his feet, calls out “Mrs. Lan!” with a beaming smile, and bows respectfully once she crosses the threshold into the kitchen.

“A-Ying! Oh, you’ve grown taller since I last saw you. It’s late, you’re staying over, right? We can order from that favorite restaurant of yours.”

“Oh no, I’ve got important business at home tonight.”

Lan Zhan’s mother sighs, and Lan Zhan actually believes she’s disappointed.

“Okay, I’ll take you back, come on.”

“It’s okay! Really! My bike’s still here, I think?”

He looks at Lan Zhan for confirmation and his friend nods.

“It’ll take no time at all, Mrs. Lan. But thank you for the offer! Have a good night. See you tomorrow, Lan Zhan!”

He throws Lan Zhan a wink before he sees himself off, missing the way the woman chuckles in his wake.

“Guess it’s just the two of us again, A-Zhan,” she says, patting his head, and he nods, picking his things from the table with one hand and opening the app on his phone with the other, pretending he doesn’t hear his mother sigh again, the sound loud in the kitchen.

***

He finishes his bouquet not long after dinner. When he knocks on his mother’s door, even if the lights are already out, he knows she’ll answer and let him in. It’s not yet 9pm, and though she fights it, some habits are hard to break.

His stomach churns as he watches her smile under the yellow light of her bedside lamp. She holds the small jar of paper flowers like it’s something precious, and he feels like a cheater, like somebody conniving and manipulative. He doesn’t think the gift would lessen the blow at all, and when he swallows, he can feel a painful lump lodged in his throat, like a disease. Maybe it is.

“I think they’d want to hear what you have to say, if it’s something important to you.”

“Mother,” he hears himself say, sees her turn with bright eyes to him. He licks his lips before he continues. “Can I go see brother on New Year’s?”

The light in her eyes fades with her smile, her lips parting in surprise. He’s panicking under his skin but outside, he barely blinks. He waits, clutching at her sheets until his knuckles turn white. He misses brother so much, Gusu is so far. And he hopes she knows that it’s really just brother, that other than brother’s absence, he doesn’t want his life to change much at all. He doesn’t miss the fights before the divorce, doesn’t miss her crying, and even if she’s a faded image of the mother he remembers from when he was small, from when Wei Ying first pranked him in sandboxes, he’s fine, they’ll be fine, he knows. It’s okay, it’s...

He’s already opened his mouth to say what has been running around his thoughts when she reaches out and cups his face with her hand.

“Oh, A-Zhan.” She looks sad though she smiles, her eyes shining with tears. “Of course you can.”

Maybe she pulls him, or maybe he moved out of his own volition, but whatever the force that acted upon him at that moment, he ends up on her lap like he’s still seven years old and afraid of the dark. Though he’s tall now, taller than most in his class, he thinks he still fits perfectly in her embrace, her chest welcoming and warm against his face.

“I’m so sorry, A-Zhan. I know the past year has been hard,” she says, but even as she says it, he’s shaking his head, tightening his arms around her. A whole year without brother’s presence, only his voice in phone calls, but a whole year relearning that a home can be silent and serene and with sound sleep.

“It’s okay, mother,” he says, and he means it. It’s simple but it’s true and right then, it feels like just enough to say.

It’ll be okay, in the end.

***

Wei Ying is skipping his steps the next day. He’s like a soda bottle ready to burst all through their classes, throughout lunch time, and when the bell rings, he’s back to skipping, to smiling so wide that his eyes are but crescent moons. He speaks once it’s just the two of them walking home, Lan Zhan on foot and Wei Ying wheeling his bike beside him.

“Mom says I can stay here when they have to move for work,” Wei Ying says, and Lan Zhan must look surprised because Wei Ying laughs. “I know, isn’t it great?”

“Are you staying alone?” Lan Zhan asks, more than a little concerned. He’s been to Wei Ying’s room multiple times and he does not want to imagine what that would look like in a bigger scale.

“She said I could do that, but father prefers I stay with uncle Jiang.”

Lan Zhan nods his approval at that idea.

“You can stay over whenever you’d like.”

Wei Ying’s shoulders move with his contentment and Lan Zhan can’t help smiling, can’t ignore the fact that all of the big changes in his life lose some of their impact when faced with Wei Ying. His own shoulders feel lighter under Wei Ying’s attention, under the affection with which he says the syllables of his name. Happiness is like the wings of a butterfly, dancing in and out of view, around his stomach.

“We can have a sleepover on New Year’s!”

Lan Zhan looks down, feels the tips of his ears warming.

“I’ll be going to Gusu on New Year’s, to visit brother.”

Wei Ying deflates and perks back up so quickly that Lan Zhan almost laughs.

“We should buy a present for brother Lan Huan! Let’s go downtown, Lan Zhan, quick!”

Lan Zhan nods, moves to climb on the back of Wei Ying’s bike.

“Mn.”

“Hold on tight!”

He does, arms secure around Wei Ying. His back is warm like mother’s chest, and when he speaks or laughs, Lan Zhan can feel the vibrations of every action against his skin. Although it’s still winter, although he and mother are still patching each other up in the aftermath of the fallout of their family, he feels the sun on his back, the wind against his skin, and he holds on tightly to those he loves.

Mother keeps the paper gentians on her bedside table, like the vase she used to keep at their home in Gusu.

#wangjiweek2020 #The Untamed #Mo Dao Zu Shi #Lan Wangji #Wei Wuxian #fanfiction #mine #Alternate Universe: Modern Setting #it is not yet the 20th here #but I am IMPATIENT dkbhsjgfjd

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verai-marcel · 5 years ago

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The Light That You Shine (RDR2 Fanfic, John Marston x F!Reader, Chapter 3 of 6, 18+)

Tags, Warnings, & Notes in Chapter 1. | Chapter 2

AO3 Link is here.

Chapter 3 - Gravity

Word Count: 2130

You were absolutely humming and dancing around your shop the next day. The date had gone brilliantly; the two of you talked about the town and how much it had changed in so little time; he hadn’t been back for a year, and you hadn’t been back for two years, only having returned a week ago. He talked about living in the big city, but was vague about where he lived. You were surprised that he’d drive all the way over here to see you.

“40 minutes ain’t that far,” he had said. To you, the 20 minutes to your aunt’s place was an eternity. But you also hated driving. Or being in cars in general. Part of the reason you picked the place you lived was because just about everything you needed was within walking distance.

He had bought you dinner last night at your favorite little burger place. You had decided that if he was going to get to know you, then you might as well be up front about your eating habits. As you happily devoured your double burger cooked with onions and mustard mixed into the patties, you had looked over to see him watching you, a grin on his face.

“What?” you had asked, your mouth stuffed with burger.

“I love a woman who enjoys her food.”

You had nearly choked. Instead, you had taken a sip of your neopolitan shake and continued to eat, ignoring the heat suffusing your cheeks.

Tonight, he said he was going to let you pick the restaurant again, since you were paying. You had argued that since you had picked when he was paying, it was only fair that he picked this time.

But he was savvy; he told you that you’d know the area better than he did; he trusted your judgement.

So tonight was going to be the flip side of your food habits; a vegetarian place. It was a small place that specialized in veggie bowls with a grain of some kind. You wondered how he would handle it. You knew some guys were picky about this sort of thing, and while you had a fleeting thought that it might not be fair to judge someone based on their eating habits, you also knew that you wouldn’t have fun with someone who wasn’t as adventurous as you were.

When he showed up at 6PM again, just as you were wrapping up your work, he walked inside and looked around, marveling at your work. You had taken today to decorate the shop, put up signs, and make sure everything was beautiful and presentable. When you started, you weren’t sure you were going to be ready in time for your Saturday grand opening, but with John’s help the other day, you had a bit of time to spare.

“Place looks real nice,” he commented as he leaned closer to one of the display benches. You watched as he leaned in and sniffed the peony blossom, closing his eyes. It was such a contrast to how he looked. His biker boots were worn and scuffed, and a green plaid flannel wrapped around his waist. His hair was damp, looking black as if he had just gotten out of the shower. He wore ripped black jeans and a black button down sleeveless shirt that showed off his muscles perfectly.

“So, where we goin’ tonight?” he asked.

You grinned.

***

To your surprise, he didn’t complain; he only nodded and went with you, walking the three blocks to The Green Grill. You helped him order, and he didn’t try to mansplain or anything of the sort. He was just a down-to-earth, humble guy, and you could feel yourself falling for him more, even though it was only the second date.

Dinner. The second dinner.

Afterwards, like a gentleman, he walked you back to your place, holding your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. He had wrapped his flannel around your shoulders when you had shivered.

“That wasn’t too bad,” John said as the two of you reached your place. “Better than what I was expectin’.”

“And what were you expecting?”

“I dunno, goat food, I guess.”

You laughed at his answer. “Well, I’m glad you didn’t hate it,” you teased. Then you looked at him for a few moments. “You’re not just saying that to be nice, are you?”

He pulled you close. “I ain’t a nice man. But I’m always honest.” He cupped your cheek as he spoke, making sure he had eye contact with you so you knew his words were true.

Your heart beat stuttered at how close he was.

“Can I see you again?” he murmured, his raspy voice sending electric tingles down your spine.

“Of course,” you breathed. “If you want, you could come to my grand opening tomorrow morning.”

He suddenly looked a little sad. “I can’t, I have work.”

You nodded. “That’s alright. So do I,” you said, one side of your lips quirking up in a joking grin.

“Dammit, you’re so cute.”

He tipped your chin up with his forefinger and slowly leaned in. You gravitated towards him, closing your eyes as he closed his.

John’s small moan of pleasure as his lips met yours shot a zing of desire through your body. He stepped forward, pressing you up against the glass door as he kissed you more, his body covering yours, his hand gripping your hip and pulling you against him.

Then he pulled away, leaving you both breathless, pupils dilated with desire.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” he said, even though his face clearly said he wasn’t sorry.

“No, it’s fine, you.. That was nice,” you finished lamely.

He softly smiled at you before he took your hand, raised it to his mouth, and kissed the back of your knuckles. “I’ll call you when I’m free. I promise.”

You nodded, surprised by his touching gesture. He caressed your face delicately with his fingertips. “You get some rest. You got a big day ahead of you tomorrow.” He kissed your forehead. “See you later, sweetheart.”

As he walked away, you realized, with the pounding of your heart, that he could have easily continued to make out with you some more and you would not have stopped him. Instead, he hadn’t even given you the option to ask for more; he had stepped away to let you rest.

You went into your shop and turned in for the night, but couldn’t stop thinking of stormy grey eyes and a wry smile.

***

“That was barely enough to cover the work it took to get those cars,” John grumbled as he stuffed his cash into his wallet. Dutch had come by, dropped off the envelopes of money for the gang, and had taken off, claiming he had more work to find for them.

Arthur shrugged, but his face showed creases of worry on his forehead. “Dutch said it’s gettin’ harder to sell these days.”

“Then maybe we should find regular jobs.”

Arthur stopped walking and turned to John, who had continued to walk to his bike.

“What?” John asked when he finally noticed that Arthur wasn’t next to him.

Deep in thought, Arthur looked up at the ceiling and sighed. “This ain’t the way we was. We used to ride around for fun, took on jobs that helped others. Now, well, now we just use our bikes because they’re good for gettin’ away from the cops.”

They were both silent. They knew that the others had part time work, or worked a series of gigs to make money besides their work with the gang. For John and Arthur, the gang was all they had. Dutch was all they had, for the longest time. They were two orphans with a charismatic man for an adopted father who was changing more and more by the day.

Perhaps the silence was to mourn the loss of the life they had. But it hung in the air like a hangman’s noose, threatening to cut off their air.

John took a deep breath. Let it out slowly. “I’m goin’ for a ride.”

Arthur just nodded. “I’m gonna make a couple of deliveries,” he said as he walked towards the Sprinter van.

John knew what those deliveries were. He didn’t have to like it, but the pay provided for them, so he said nothing. He knew Arthur felt the same.

Hopping onto his bike, John took off to let his mind wander, letting himself ride with no destination in mind.

He found himself in a familiar town, on a familiar street, near a familiar storefront.

***

It had been a few days since you had seen John. He had called you at least once a day, asking you how your day was, asking how you were feeling. You didn’t ask when he could come see you; you didn’t want to seem clingy. He hadn’t said anything about when he’d be coming back; you assumed it was work that was keeping him away, and you understood that.

He had yet to call you tonight, as you sat at your work bench, putting your tools away.

Someone knocked on your door.

You saw a couple of older men in biker jackets, holding their helmets under their arms. Coming up to the door, you hesitated to open it after seeing their stern expressions.

“I’m sorry, we’re closed for the night,” you said through the glass.

“You new around here?” the taller of the two men asked gruffly.

You furrowed your eyebrows. Technically you grew up here, but then you left two years ago. “What do you want?” you asked, ignoring his question.

“Insurance funds. To protect your shop against vandalism.”

“I already pay insurance,” you said, ignoring the fact that this was clearly an extortion attempt.

“This is different. Call it a special insurance.”

“I’m calling the cops,” you said, pulling out your phone to call 911.

“Hey now, no need for that,” the shorter man said. “If you don’t think you need it, we’ll be on our way.” He nudged the other man with his elbow and together they walked off.

You looked at the back of their jackets; in large letters, ODB written across the top, with a green skull inside of a four-leaf clover below it. The letters MC were on the right of the symbol.

A biker gang.

You quickly googled ODB MC, to find that it was the O’Driscoll Boys Motorcycle Club, and they had recently started moving north. They had members known for extortion and money laundering, but the club itself had never been shut down, since it was the members and not the actual organization that did any of the crimes, or so the news said.

Shit. You wanted no part of this.

You called the police station to report the incident. Afterwards, as you attempted to put your phone back into your pocket, you realized you were shaking.

“John…” you mumbled, knowing that you could just call him if you wanted to hear his voice. How had he become the first name you thought of?

In your head, you heard his voice saying your name.

Then you heard a knock on the glass and turned around.

“John!”

You ran to the door and unlocked it quickly, throwing it open.

He looked at you, his eyes taking in your state in a heartbeat. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

You crumpled to the ground and started shaking again.

“It’s alright, it’s alright,” he coaxed, kneeling down and holding you in his arms. He rubbed your back soothingly. “I got you.”

***

You told him about the men, about the symbols on their jackets. John’s expression turned dark as you told him everything.

“They won’t quit, they’ll keep comin’ back. It ain’t safe for you here all alone.”

“I called the cops, they said they’ll put some extra patrols around here for a while.”

John let out a snort. “They’ll just wait’em out, then they’ll come back.” He suddenly gripped your shoulders. “You have any problems, you call me, you hear?”

You nodded. “Okay, John. But you’re 40 minutes away, I don’t expect you to just come riding in if I call you.”

John hung his head. “I know. But I’ll try to be here as often as I can. Alright?”

The conviction on his expression was touching, but you were a practical person. Unless he moved to your town, you were mostly on your own.

“Why don’t you stay with your aunt and uncle for a while?”

The thought had crossed your mind, but you had dismissed it pretty quickly. “I don’t want to trouble them…”

He shook you slightly. “This is your life we’re talkin’ about here! Troublin’ someone is the least of your worries!”

You nodded. “Okay, okay. I’ll call them.”

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Chapter 4

#biker au #john marston #john x reader #rdr2 fanfic #writing #fanfic #eventual smut #modern au

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perfeggso · 4 years ago

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Noir (yutae)

Week I pt. 2

Tokyo – fall of 1983: Nakamoto Yuta is quickly rising in the ranks of one of Japan’s most notorious yakuza families, and he’s poised to climb even further if he can stop himself from being ruined by the pretty Korean boy who’s shown up out of nowhere.

Glossary of Japanese words

Characters: Yuta x Taeyong + NCT ensemble, Twice J-line (for funsies)

Genres: Gang!AU, angst, smut, fluff, 1980s!AU

Warnings: graphic violence, swearing, minor character death, alcohol use, mentions of drugs, period-typical homophobia, xenophobia, BDSM

Rating: 18+

Length: 2k (will progressively get way longer)

They had beaten Taeyong when he had asked. He had gotten on his knees before the leader of the Specters and implored him humbly to let him join. He would be a model warrior, he had assured: would fight unquestioningly anyone who challenged the gang and never run away. He could prove himself. The Spectors’ leader had pointed to the full red circle on his white headband. Don’t you know we don’t accept gaijin ? I’m not a gaijin , Taeyong had argued, only to be met with a venomous cackle. Taeyong was sure he had felt a thin rain of spit land on him from the force of the laugh. What are you then, Zainichi? That’s worse! Then they beat him. That was seven years ago, but it still carried trauma for Taeyong.

Gassan-ya was not Taeyong’s favorite bar, but it was doing him good to laze there at the counter drinking alone, eating peanuts, and listening to a mixture of citypop hits from the jukebox behind him and a report on Mitsubishi’s rising stock values on the television hanging from the ceiling. That’s what he had been doing, until the Specters came zooming on their souped-up bikes past the front windows, hooting and hollering in their white uniforms, and banging baseball bats and rusty pipes against the pavement as they went. Taeyong cursed to himself upon seeing the group of boys speeding off to a battle, shoving a handful of peanuts in his mouth and swigging the rest of his beer before ordering another.

He could never figure out why he was always so enamored with the Bosozoku boys he saw; why he had felt a need to become one. Was it his desire for a sense of identity and belonging? A need to act out against his parents’ authority? The terrifying thrill he got from imagining himself in battle, taking a bat to some poor young man’s head? Was it self-hatred? He figured the correct answer was probably all of the above. Walking around for almost a quarter century in Japan with the name Lee Taeyong had naturally brought him nothing but rejection – professional, academic, romantic, you name it. And those who had accepted him were often no better off in life than he was. Two of his best friends were locked away for petty theft, after all.

So, Taeyong had tried to join a violent biker gang at the age of seventeen, learning to ride his dad’s old motorbike, style a pompadour, and roll his R’s in preparation to make his case. He did it because if he was going to be an outcast he at least wanted to be an outcast that someone could give a damn about. He liked the thought of letting off some steam in a grand way, of being a source of fear for prosperous average Japanese people, of claiming his own place in the warrior tradition. And it would have pleased him to have one of those bikes too.

But it had gone horribly wrong when he did make his case, and now he was too old for the Bosozoku anyway. He spent his days working at an autobody shop and his nights drinking and trying not to get too close to anyone. You see, Taeyong was a sensitive boy, but he lived in a world where it didn’t pay to be sensitive.

The bartender slid Taeyong his Sapporo over the counter as the rumble of twenty Bosozoku bikes was finally fading into the night, and he downed the drink as quickly as he possibly could. It was a nice night and he needed to get out into the fresh air.

Taeyong left the bar on the outskirts of Tokyo and rounded the corner to a sidewalk perpendicular to a small alleyway. Taeyong noticed curiously the sound of what he could only assume was an interpersonal struggle coming from the alley behind Gassan-ya: feet scraping against asphalt, heavy breaths, and urgent growled arguing. Against his better judgement, perhaps because he had exceeded his usual drink limit, Taeyong decided to investigate, clutching the switchblade he kept in his pocket and tiptoeing cautiously as if attempting to approach a spooked deer. When he got close enough to see, he found two men in trench coats hovering over the man Taeyong recognized as managing the bar in some capacity. In the dusky light it was hard to make out anything clearly, but Taeyong was pretty sure at least one of the men held a revolver. Taeyong tightened his grip on the knife and peeked out from behind a stack of liquor crates since he didn’t know what else to do and his curiosity was getting the best of him. As if that would save him.

“I’m sorry, we’re just a little short!” The man on the ground was attempting to explain – his voice hoarse.

“Well we’re sorry, but we need 30,000 for this week.”

“Please!” protested the apparent victim. “We’ll get it to you soon. Just – just give us a couple days. I’ll do anything you need and we won’t be late again!”

Taeyong assumed the assailants would respond with something, but instead, the man on the ground seemed to spot him spying, their eyes locking, and Taeyong’s heart plunged into his stomach as the men in trench coats turned around and aimed at him.

“Come out, whoever you are,” said the closer one, “hands above your head!” Were they cops?

Hesitantly, Taeyong crept out from his hiding spot and raised his arms as his lips attempted to form something coherent to say.

“What are you doing here?” Asked the other one.

What was he doing there?

“I – I heard something. I thought it might be a mugging…I’m sorry, I’ll just go.”

“Don’t move,” said the first one. He turned to his partner. “Take him to the van. Kid’s a liability.”

“Yes sir!” The farther one approached Taeyong and all of a sudden, his mind was spinning not just from the alcohol but also from the battle raging in his mind between the urge to run and the knowledge that he could very well lose his life. If he were a wild animal, he would be playing dead.

Evidently, Taeyong didn’t think quickly enough, because his kidnapper had already reached him and taken off his hat to cover Taeyong’s face with. He was led to a van, then formally blindfolded and handcuffed and left to wait for the two men to finish doing whatever they planned to do to that poor bar-owner.

The next several hours were the most terrifying and disconcerting thing that Taeyong had ever experienced. First, they took him into the city to somewhere in Aoyama, he was pretty sure, and proceeded to have a conversation about him as if he weren’t right there with a man named Gwang-suk (Taeyong noted the Korean name with a mixture of comfort and dread). Should they kill him? Please, no . Should they let him go? That would be greatly appreciated . Should they recruit him? To do what exactly??? Taeyong had deduced at this point that he was being held by one or another yakuza syndicate, but beyond that he could not have been more lost. Then, Gwang-suk suggested they take Taeyong to someone named Nakamoto and that was that: back in the car.

A twenty-minute drive and he was marched into another building and shoved into a chair at an oak desk and finally allowed to see his surroundings. Taeyong heard a man and a woman talking muffled through a wooden door behind the desk which, when it slid open, revealed a handsome man with white hair and piercings wearing a snakeskin suit. In fact, Taeyong was briefly distracted by just how handsome the man was.

“ Shategashira !” Taeyong’s kidnappers bellowed, saluting the younger man who was now seated at the desk facing Taeyong.

“At ease,” he said coolly in a rounded Osaka accent.

The man on Taeyong’s left spoke. “We’re sorry to interrupt you and Ms. Hirai, sir!”

“That’s no problem,” said the man Taeyong could only assume was “Nakamoto.” “Work is always my priority as you know.”

“Of course, sir!”

The two men recounted their version of events with great enthusiasm and Nakamoto listened. When they were done, he looked at Taeyong straight-on and asked, “is this all accurate?”

The directness startled Taeyong. “Um – yes, factually that’s more or less it. But I was never trying to get into any trouble! I promise I would never talk!”

“Yes,” said Nakamoto, seeming to search Taeyong’s face. “I’m sure you wouldn’t. But you see, the Inagawa-kai simply can’t afford any loose ends, as I hope you understand.” So that’s whose custody he was in, Taeyong realized, only the third largest and second most powerful criminal organization in Japan – maybe in Asia. No sweat.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what is your name?” Nakamoto asked.

“Taeyong. Lee Taeyong.”

Nakamoto nodded knowingly. “Mm, I figured that’s why you ended up here. I deal with all the zainichi .”

Nakamoto was the first Japanese person Taeyong had heard say that word without even a hint of distaste and this fact only confused his fear even further. Taeyong had never felt more helpless. Here he was, with no idea how anything around him worked nor what it meant, his life so fully in the hands of this beautiful man across from him that it made his head pound.

“So, Taeyong. Let’s figure this out. Where are you from? What do you do? Tell me a bit about yourself.”

What is this, a job interview?

“I…well…um, I grew up in Shin-Ōkubo and I uh, still live there. I work in an auto shop fixing cars. I’m 24? What else do you need to know?”

“We’re the same age,” remarked Nakamoto with a slight smile, and Taeyong wasn’t sure if this was supposed to be a means of connection between the two men or a subtle jab at Taeyong’s relative lack of status. Either way, the nervous shaking in Taeyong’s body was beginning to fade as he became more and more confident he was not in imminent danger of death. However, he couldn’t completely rule out the possibility he was being toyed with.

Nakamoto spoke again. “How about your family?”

“We’re not very close,” said Taeyong. “We only speak very occasionally.”

“Well,” Nakamoto responded, “we’re similar in that regard as well. Do you have a criminal record?”

Taeyong was a bit taken aback by the question, but he was speaking with a gangster, so it wasn’t too out of the blue. “I’ve stolen some shit, but I don’t usually get caught. Spent a couple nights in jail for property damage a while ago. Things like that, I guess? I was sort of in a gang with my close friends in high school, but we didn’t do much other than loiter. When I tried to join more established gangs I was rejected.”

“I see,” said Nakamoto, “well you could still always join a gang, if you haven’t already outgrown that impulse.”

Was this the recruitment his kidnappers had mentioned? How on earth to respond? “Oh?”

Nakamoto laughed, a sharp sound. He was apparently done dealing with his victim and turned to the larger of the men who had abducted Taeyong. “Find someone to go back home with him and monitor him tonight. I think we’ll make him a foot soldier. It’s better than the alternatives. Understood?”

“Yes, Shategashira !”

Yuta turned back to Taeyong, who had gone tense against his chair. What’s a foot soldier? For Inagawa-kai? Would he have a gun? Could he even fire a gun?? What were those alternatives that would be unspeakably worse??? And what was he supposed to say to his boss????

Nakamoto addressed Taeyong one more time. “I hope you understand that this is for your own good and that you won’t resent me. I'm confident that we can come to an understanding. I’ll be seeing you soon.” And with that, Nakamoto was back out the door and Taeyong was once more being hauled to his feet.

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inyournightmares97 · 6 years ago

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Unsolicited (2/3) (M)

Jackson Wang is a perfect gentleman and he thinks it’s extremely vital that you understand… that is not his penis.

Warnings: Fluff. Crack? Adult topics, mentions of sexual harassment (but not too serious) and plenty of swearing. College!au. Please don’t ask when I’ll update. There are three parts and the next one will come when it’s ready.

Find the link to Part 1 in the reblog!

Word Count: 6.5k+

Environment Club meetings were on Fridays at 5pm. You were surprised that any sort of club activity would be scheduled on a Friday evening considering the university’s rampant party culture. Then again, the sort of students that joined the Environment Club probably didn’t have much going for them on weekend nights.

You entered the club room exactly five minutes before the meeting was due to start. A handsome and bespectacled man was standing at the front; dressed in a smart button-down and slacks.

“Hi, is this the Environment Club?” you asked him carefully.

The man blinked at you through his glasses and gave you a tight but reassuring smile. “That’s correct,” he replied. He glanced at the form in your hand before his smile widened. “Ah, the new recruit? Sorry, I almost forgot. I’m Park Jinyoung. President of the club.”

“Oh!” You shook his hand politely. “Nice to meet you.”

“Why don’t you hand me the form and take a seat? I’ll find a senior member to show you the ropes before the meeting’s over. You can just watch how we do things for today, we’re about to start.”

You nodded and hurried to find an empty desk, trying not to feel too flustered by Park Jinyoung’s handsomeness. You hadn’t expected to come across such an attractive man in a place like this. You found a seat in the corner and awkwardly glanced at the people around you. There were at least 20 people in the room but no familiar faces.

At least, not until a large man plopped down into the empty chair beside yours and gave you a dazzling smile.

“Well, well. So we meet again. Following me around to make sure I don’t send anyone more pictures of my junk?” Jackson Wang asked you cheerfully.

You stared at him in disbelief.

“You’re in the Environment Club?” you demanded.

“I’m a founding member, actually,” Jackson informed you with a charming smile. You couldn’t help but notice that unlike Park Jinyoung, Jackson was dressed comfortably in shorts and a sleeveless t-shirt. He evidently knew how excellent his tanned arms and shoulders looked in them.

And his thighs.

Fuck, don’t be creepy and stare at his thighs.

“Interesting,” you mumbled. You tried to keep your gaze focused towards the front of the room. You were terrified that you might end up looking at Jackson’s thighs and the significantly-sized bulge in his shorts. Not that his charming smile was any less dangerous. Jackson Wang was setting off alarm bells in your mind every second.

“We were going to be a health and organics club until Jinyoung got his way,” Jackson explained to you. He lowered his voice and scooted closer to you to continue speaking; Jinyoung was calling for everyone to take their seats and quieten down. “He’s a hard worker but he always needs things to go according to his plans.”

You stiffened at Jackson’s closeness and the smell of his deodorant. “Huh.”

“Jinyoung’s a bit of a dick, to be honest.”

“And you’re not?”

“I’m an easy-going guy,” he replied smugly. Jackson’s tongue flickered out and slowly licked his lips as his dark eyes settled on yours. His words sent a shiver down your spine. “Unless you need me to get hard then I can get pretty hard.”

You were saved from having to reply by the room falling silent and Jinyoung starting the meeting. He stood at the desk in the front with a binder. “All right everyone! Let’s get this meeting going so that we can all get out of here soon and enjoy our Friday night. We have a new member joining us today; does everyone want to say hi to her?”

Everyone turned to look at you and you forced a friendly smile as people waved. Somebody at the back of the room suddenly piped up.

“Hey! Aren’t you that chick who punched a guy at the protests last year?” one voice asked. Your stomach twisted in disappointment.

Oh god. Is that all people think of when they see me?

You opened your mouth to respond rudely but you were cut off by Jackson laughing and turning to face the guy. “Hey, we need that kind of passion when it comes to the environment. Maybe if we’d been willing to throw a couple of punches ourselves then the park officials wouldn’t have been able to shut down our clean-up drive last year.”

There were a few chuckles around the room and you allowed yourself to relax. Jackson’s eyes twinkled when he turned back to you; you realized that he had done it on purpose and you felt relieved. The last thing you needed was for people to hate you on your first day at the new club. Luckily everyone was still giving you friendly smiles.

Jinyoung sighed. “Okay, cut that out. We need an older member to be her mentor for the first few weeks. Since you seem to like her so much, Jackson, why don’t you take the responsibility?”

Jackson shot you a cheerful grin. “Sounds like a blast.”

“Now, onto our main agenda for today. Everyone is aware of the ongoing problem with the beach volleyball team. Our beach clean-up drive is scheduled for Sunday and they refuse to let us have the beach area. The volleyball court is one of the most polluted and littered parts of the beach. Not only are the team members not cleaning up after themselves, they’re opposing our clean-up drive since it interferes with their morning practice sessions. Obviously, we can’t just let them have their way.”

One girl raised her hand. “I’ve literally seen them littering plastic food wrappers during their practice sessions. Some of the plastic drifts off into the ocean when the tide comes in.”

“It’s disgusting behaviour.”

“We need to do something so they don’t interfere with our clean-up drive.”

“Agreed. Does anyone have any ideas on how to deal with them?” Jinyoung asked hopefully. You glanced around and saw that the room had fallen silent. Only Jackson’s arm had shot up in the air. Jinyoung looked disappointed. “Anybody other than Jackson Wang? No?”

Jackson pouted. “Hey! You haven’t even heard my idea yet, Jinyoung!”

“Fine. Tell us your idea.”

“Get this. We challenge them... to a duel,” Jackson announced dramatically.

The entire room stared at him in disbelief and Jinyoung looked as though he might murder him. Jackson hurried to defend himself. “Okay, hear me out! The beach volleyball team runs on pride. Those guys have a shit ton of pride because they’re one of the best volleyball teams in the state. They would never turn down a challenge. So we lay down terms. If we win, they let us conduct our clean-up drive in peace and stop littering. If they win we cancel our drive.”

Jinyoung frowned. “A duel? Like with swords in medieval times?”

“Come on, obviously something more modern. We could nominate champions from either side and have a wrestling match on the beach! What do you say?”

“I say the only one of us who stands a chance wrestling anybody from the beach volleyball team is you, Jackson.”

Jackson smirked. “It’s settled then. I volunteer to be our champion.”

“No, it’s not settled.” Jinyoung sounded annoyed. “We haven’t made a decision yet. Ideally, the entire club should be allowed to take a vote on this since you’re staking the future of our clean-up drive. Once the club agrees that your stupid idea is worth trying then we’ll decide who our champion is.”

Jackson cleared his throat. “It might be too late for that.”

“Excuse me?”

“I might have already tweeted this idea to the volleyball team and they might have already accepted the challenge?” Jackson began hesitantly. Your eyes widened as you stared at him in disbelief. Everyone in the room let out a collective groan.

Jinyoung looked furious.

“Jackson!”

Jackson beamed. “Don’t worry! I’ll make sure we emerge victorious, I promise! Have you ever seen a man that could beat me in a wrestle? I’m a state-level basketball player and a fencing champion, okay? Those volleyball nerds are a joke in front of my athletic prowess.”

Jinyoung snapped his binder shut.

“Fine. This is on you, Wang. You are fully responsible for making sure our clean-up drive takes place this Sunday.”

Jackson leaned back in his seat and let out a confident laugh. “Don’t worry, I know.”

“Then let’s move on to the next item on our agenda. We have to take a vote on what to do with the funds left over from last semester’s fundraiser. We could pay for the installation of new segregated garbage bins or we could carry it forward to the next clean-up drive. Assuming, of course, that Jackson doesn’t botch that one up for us as well…”

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Waking up at 6 am on a Saturday morning to witness a duel had been the last thing you’d expected your duties as a member of the Environment Club would require.

Yet somehow you found yourself trudging towards the beach while the early rays of morning sunlight filled you with warmth. You had settled on a comfortable t-shirt and shorts and rode your bike down to the beach. The beach volleyball team was already practicing in their usual area. Jackson was standing a short distance away and watching them practice. He waved excitedly as soon as he saw you.

“Hey! Over here, over here!”

You couldn’t exactly ignore his enthusiastic waving so you crossed the sand to reach him. Jackson seemed wide awake and had his usual cheerful smile on his face. “Wow, you look like someone dragged you out of bed. Not much of a morning person?” he questioned.

You frowned. “I don’t usually come to the beach at 6am on Saturdays, no.”

“Lighten up! Today’s gonna be a blast.”

“Unless you lose.”

Jackson folded his arms across his chest confidently and grinned. “I won’t lose.”

“Are you really that sure?”

He leaned closer and lowered his voice. Jackson’s handsome face was inches away from your own and you had to swallow in order to maintain composure and not flush red. His cheeky grin had turned mischievous.

“I’m gonna let you in on a little secret. I’ve already got this all worked out. My buddy Jooheon is on the volleyball team and I paid him fifty bucks to lose the match with me.”

You stared at him. “This duel is rigged?”

Jackson looked offended. “Hey. When you put it like that then you make me sound like the bad guy. I’m doing this for the fishies, remember? I have noble motives.”

“The fishies,” you repeated in disbelief. Jackson Wang never failed to leave you bewildered at every turn.

“Yeah. Jooheon couldn’t convince the rest of his team to agree to the clean-up drive so we decided to stage this little duel and force them to cooperate,” Jackson explained. He looked smug. “What do you think? Not a bad plan, huh?”

You didn’t know what to say. It seemed like a slightly underhanded thing to do; but then again the beach volleyball team were the ones refusing to cooperate with the clean-up drive so maybe they were the real assholes in this situation. You shrugged and glanced over towards the group of men playing volleyball.

“So which one is Jooheon?” you asked.

Jackson followed your gaze. “Oh he’s… huh. Hold on. I don’t see him here today.”

“The guy you paid off isn’t even here?”

Jackson’s smile disappeared and he suddenly dug into his pocket for his cellphone. He lifted the phone to his ear and walked away from you. You stared after him, confused, but you were distracted by the appearance of Jinyoung and a few other members of the Environment Club. They were making their way towards you over the sand.

“... if Jackson messes this up, I’m going to kill him,” Jinyoung was saying to another man. He lifted a hand and waved at you. “Oh hey. You’re here early; I like your enthusiasm, new girl. This shit had better end soon because I haven’t even had breakfast yet.”

You forced a smile and greeted the other club members politely. “Hey.”

A large group of people gathered within a few minutes and the volleyball team also seemed to have noticed that they had company. They paused their practice and a couple of the volleyball players sauntered over towards you with smirks on their faces.

“Well, well, well,” one of them began with a smirk. “If it isn’t the Environment Club.”

Jinyoung folded his arms across his chest and stared the other man down. “I’d say it’s nice to see you, Minhyuk, except it really isn’t. Especially not this early in the morning on a Saturday,” he said, his tone acidic. You had to admit that Park Jinyoung’s gaze was intimidating.

Minhyuk did not look scared. He simply continued to smirk.

“I’m surprised you guys showed up at all.”

“Yeah, well we actually have some purpose behind our club, we’re not just throwing balls around for the heck of it,” Jinyoung retorted.

“Nobody cares for your moral superiority, Park. This is our part of the beach and the university gives the volleyball team exclusive permission to decide who can use it and who can’t. If you want to come pick up our trash then you’re gonna have to fight for it.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “We’re ready. Who’s your champion?”

Minhyuk turned back and yelled out a name. “Wonho, come out here!”

You watched in horror as one of the volleyball players stepped forward; he was huge. This man’s arms were thicker than most people’s entire bodies. Wonho’s shoulders took up more space than three ordinary people lined up. Even Jinyoung looked horrified and you could see the other Environment Club members murmuring among themselves in panic.

“What? Scared?” Minhyuk asked smugly. “Worried that Wonho will put your champion in the hospital?”

Jinyoung cleared his throat. “Uh, no. Our guy can handle him.”

“You sure?”

“Evidently you’ve never seen Jackson Wang fight.”

Minhyuk raised an eyebrow. “I’ve never seen Jackson Wang at all. Where is he?”

“He’s… coming,” Jinyoung trailed off. You looked around and saw that Jackson had disappeared from the beach completely. Did he just run away? Holy fuck. You signalled to Jinyoung that you would go find him and Jinyoung nodded gratefully before turning back to Minhyuk. “He’ll be here soon. You guys finish up your practice and we’ll meet back here in half an hour.”

Minhyuk scoffed. “Yeah. If your guy hasn’t chickened out by then.”

“Trust me. Nothing scares Jackson Wang. You better save your trashy pride, so that we can help you clean it up along with the rest of the garbage you guys have spread all over the beach.”

“We’ll see, Park. We’ll see.”

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Jackson Wang was hiding behind the closed ice cream stalls.

You found him squatting on the floor behind the stall. He hadn’t been answering his phone for the past ten minutes and a furious Jinyoung had sent out a search party to find him. You were the one who finally came across him in this deserted part of the beach. Jackson blinked up at you with large eyes, looking like a puppy that had been kicked out of it’s home.

“Well, hello there,” you greeted Jackson calmly. You folded your arms and looked down at his sheepish figure. “Looking for chocolate ice cream at half past six in the morning?”

Jackson sighed miserably. “Sure, let’s go with that.”

“Let me guess what happened. This Jooheon guy stood you up?”

Jackson groaned and buried his face in his hands. “He took my money and ran. I’m going to die today. Have you seen Wonho? That guy spends more time in the gym than he does sleeping. He’s ripped. And he’s going to rip me to shreds, I’m going to die and my mother is going to be left all alone in this world because her only son got herself killed. Will you break it to her gently?”

You couldn’t help but snicker. “You got yourself into this mess.”

Jackson frowned. “Thank you for the support.”

“I’m sorry, it’s just kind of funny how confident you were earlier,” you admitted as you crouched down beside him. Jackson buried his face in his knees and you gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder. “You know that you have to go out there and fight somehow, right? Because if you don’t die in Wonho’s hands then I’m pretty sure Jinyoung will kill you.”

Jackson pouted. “God, I hate Jinyoung.”

“This is your fault, not his.”

“You know what would be really cool? If you could help me find a way out of this predicament instead of pointing out how I brought it upon myself,” Jackson whined. He looked at you pathetically and you felt a little bad for him. You certainly wouldn’t have wanted to fight Wonho and poor Jackson had only wanted to help with the clean-up drive.

You gave him an encouraging smile.

“You should just go out there and give wrestling Wonho a shot. I think you can do it,” you told him softly.

Jackson stared at you. “Wow.”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen you smile, you have such a beautiful smile,” Jackson told you with a sudden, dreamy grin. You flushed at the unexpected compliment and he leaned closer to nudge your shoulder with his. “It makes me want to make you smile more. What sort of things make you smile?”

You turned pink in embarrassment and cleared your throat. “Don’t you already have one impossible challenge in front of you?”

“Yeah but seeing you smile is making me feel better. I think if you gave me one more of those pretty smiles then I could totally go out there and beat Wonho up for you,” Jackson told you confidently. His dark eyes were twinkling as they stared at you. You squirmed. Nobody had ever looked you in the eyes and flirted with you as shamelessly as Jackson Wang. At least not without coming off as really sleazy.

But Jackson wasn’t sleazy.

He was…

kind of sweet?

You took a deep breath and tried to calm down. Okay. The fate of the beach was resting on this one man’s morale so the least you could do was give Jackson what he wanted and encourage him to go out there and try his best. You turned to him and gave him a warm smile.

“I think you can do this, Jackson. Just because Wonho has big muscles doesn’t mean that he’ll beat you in a wrestling match. You can probably throw him with strategy alone. All you need to do is go for his legs and keep him pinned down for a couple of seconds. How difficult can that be?”

Jackson bit his lip. “Yeah? You think so?”

“Absolutely. Come on, Wang. Do it for the fishies.”

He grinned. “Yeah, the fishies really do need saving, don’t they? Okay. I can do this. I can fight Wonho. It’s for a good cause and what’s the worst that could happen? I lose? Big deal. We’ll just admit defeat and hold a clean-up drive some other weekend.”

“That’s the spirit!”

“And let’s be honest. If I do get myself beat up then Jinyoung will probably feel too bad for me to kill me. And if I win, then he’ll have to admit I was right!” Jackson piped up.

“Good point! Besides, imagine how cool it’ll be if you win. You’ll be the guy who beat Wonho. Everybody is going to think you’re so amazing. You’ll be the talk of the university. You’ll be the guy who was willing to sacrifice himself for a noble cause. Are you going to give up this opportunity for glory?” you egged him on.

Jackson grinned. “Yeah, people will think I’m pretty cool.”

“They will.”

“Will you think I’m cool?” he asked.

You sighed and stood up, placing your hands on your hips. Jackson was looking up at you and his big eyes were extremely hopeful. God, he’s adorable. Why is he so cute? You’d thought that Jackson was just an extremely cocky asshole but the softer and childlike side of him was too sweet.

“I’ll think you’re really cool,” you whispered reassuringly.

“You know what would be dope? If you gave me a lady’s favour, like those handkerchiefs noblewomen would give medieval knights to show that they were rooting for them?” Jackson piped up eagerly. “And in the period dramas they go all please come back alive so that you can return this to me, oh noble knight, wow, I’ve always thought that was so cool.”

You blinked at Jackson. “You want a favour?”

“Yes, please.”

“But I don’t have anything on me except my phone and keys.”

Jackson pouted. “Oh, okay.”

You sighed and placed your hands on your hips for a moment, contemplating whether this was a good idea. Then again, maybe this wouldn’t be the worst decision you’d ever made in your life. You bent down to Jackson’s level and then beckoned him to come closer to you. What did you have to lose?

Jackson leaned forward hopefully.

You kissed his cheek quickly; it was over before you even felt his skin under his lips but he smelled heavenly and for some reason even that small scrape of his stubble and smooth skin against yours made you blush. You pulled away and looked at Jackson. His puppy-like eyes were wide in shock and you cleared your throat awkwardly.

“There. I’ve given you my favour. Now go fight.”

Jackson’s entire face lit up and he suddenly looked extremely enthusiastic. He leapt to his feet and beamed at you, wrapping you into a sudden tight hug. “You’re right. I can do this! I’m Jackson fucking Wang!” he declared.

You nodded, unable to speak because your face was pressed against his shoulder and he smelled really nice, of fresh soap and some masculine deodorant. Before you could pull away, though, Jackson released you himself. He looked down at you with a big grin and patted the top of your head fondly.

“You’re really adorable, you know that?” he demanded.

You flushed. “I’ve been told.”

“I’m gonna go wrestle with Wonho. Don’t forget to take a video of the fight so I can show everyone later, okay? Today is going to be the best day of my life!” Jackson sang happily before running off and leaving you behind. You stared after him in disbelief. You’d wanted to encourage him but you hadn’t expected him to do a complete 180 on you. Jackson Wang was just filled with surprises.

You sighed and slowly began your long walk back to the beach. Out of the corner of your eye, you spotted a vending machine. A large man was standing in front of it struggling to make the machine release a can of coke.

Wonho. You narrowed your eyes at him and as he banged the vending machine with a terrifying amount of force, you spotted a pink wristband on his arm.

Interesting.

You walked up to Wonho and gave him a polite smile.

“Hi. Do you need some help with that?”

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Jinyoung gave Jackson a dirty look.

“You traitor. Did you think you could just run away like that?” he hissed at him furiously. He wrapped an arm around Jackson and his fingers dug into the man’s shoulder dangerously. “If you ever pull anything like that again, I will kill you.”

Jackson laughed and slipped out of Jinyoung’s grasp. “Oh, come on. What are you all worked up about? I just needed a few minutes alone to prep myself for the fight, that’s all.”

“Yeah? You didn’t chicken out after seeing Wonho?”

Jackson puffed his chest out confidently. “What? Of course not. I’m Jackson Wang.”

The volleyball team wrapped up their practice and gathered around. A large circle was drawn in the sand for the two wrestlers to compete and all the spectators stood around it. Jackson was standing beside you and he suddenly reached for your hand and squeezed it. “Hey. Now is a good time to start filming,” he mumbled. You blinked and pulled out your cell phone just as Jackson stepped into the makeshift ring.

“All right, fuckers. You have thrown your last bit of plastic into this ocean. This ends today,” Jackson announced loudly. You watched through the screen of your phone as Jackson reached down and pulled his shirt off in one swift move. His muscles rippled under his smooth, tanned skin and you suddenly felt light-headed. He tossed the shirt aside and the flimsy cloth landed at your feet.

Jackson Wang is an idiot but fuck me, he’s hot.

The Environment Club members started up a cheer and you tried to join in while keeping the phone camera steady. “Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!”

Wonho stepped into the circle as well. He didn’t make such a big show of taking his shirt off but he did flex one of his enormous arms and send the entire volleyball team into uproarious cheers. Once the two men were staring each other down, Minhyuk stepped into the middle and lifted an arm.

“Okay, folks. We’re not pro-wrestlers so let’s keep the rules simple. First one to pin the other down onto their back and keep them down for five whole seconds wins. You have to stay inside the lines and no hitting the face, head or groin. We all want to have kids someday. Is that clear?

Jackson nodded. “Clear.”

Wonho bopped his head as well. “Yup, got it.”

“All right then! Let the match-begin!”

You were shocked by the ferocity with which Jackson boldly leapt at Wonho. Even Wonho seemed startled; he staggered back on his feet for a few seconds before finding a grip on Jackson’s shoulders and pushing him back. The two of them struggled to push each other back. You could see Jackson’s face turning pink and the muscles in his back tightening as he fought to stay standing under Wonho’s pressure.

“Fuck, he’s going to die,” Jinyoung whispered from beside you. You held the camera steady and glanced to the side to see that the club president actually looked worried. “Should we call this off? Should I tell him to come back?”

You smiled. “He’ll be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I am. This match is totally rigged.”

Jinyoung stared at you in shock just as the match slowly began to turn. Wonho began to loosen his grip and Jackson actually managed to push him a few steps back. Now, Jackson. Go. Lunge for his legs. As if he could read you mind, Jackson suddenly released his grip on Wonho’s upper body and lunged down to yank one of his legs up. Wonho went tumbling to the ground and Jackson instantly sat on top of him, pressing him down.

“Yes! Jackson! Jackson! Jackson!” the Environment Club members cheered.

Minhyuk looked heartbroken as he slowly lifted his fingers to count the seconds. “1...2…3...4….5.”

Jackson beamed and climbed off Wonho with a delighted roar of victory. A couple of the Environment Club members ran to hug him, but Jackson instead reached down to help Wonho to his feet and gave his opponent a delighted bear hug. Wonho looked flustered but Jackson simply pulled back.

“Awesome match, man. Those are some amazing pecs. What gym do you go to?” Jackson demanded with a huge smile. You were shocked to see him chatting with his opponent so casually. Didn’t they just have an intense fight?

Wonho blinked. “Uh, the one over by the supermarket…”

“Dude, you have to introduce me to your trainer sometime. I’m gonna call you.”

“Uh, sure. Sure thing.”

Jackson grinned and lifted his arms in victory. Minhyuk was the only one who looked severely disappointed and he was about to slouch away from the scene silently until Jackson grabbed his arm and yanked him to the middle. “Hey! Don’t look so miserable, bud! Come on everyone! Let’s all go get breakfast together, coffee is on me!”

You couldn’t help but smile as you lowered the camera.

Jackson Wang is really something.

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You had just grabbed a muffin and were about to sit at a table with the rest of the Environment Club members when Jackson wrapped an arm around your shoulder cheekily.

“So,” he began, steering you towards an empty table a little further away instead. His bare arm on your skin made you flush and he leaned close to you. “That was an interesting result to the match. Do you have any thoughts on why Wonho let me win?”

You flushed. “Why do you assume he let you win?”

“Maybe because he just came over and wished me good luck for my chemotherapy. I didn’t know I was starting chemotherapy. Did you know I was starting chemotherapy?” Jackson wondered cheekily. The shit-eating grin on his face told you that he’d already figured everything out so you simply rolled your eyes and flopped down onto an empty chair.

“Fine, I rigged your match. Happy?”

Jackson sat beside you and rested his elbow on the table, chin in his hand as he smiled at you.

“Tell me more.”

“I spotted Wonho wearing one of those pink bracelets that breast cancer awareness supporters wear. I figured if he was supporting a cause like that then chances were high that he was a really soft-hearted person so I made small talk with him and slipped in that you had just been diagnosed with breast cancer.”

Jackson blinked. “Can men even get breast cancer?”

You look at the outline of Jackson’s impressive pectoral muscles through his sleeveless t-shirt and raised an eyebrow. “I think there’s enough room in there for some cancer cells if they wanted to set up shop. Anyway, Wonho got super emotional because apparently his grandmother had died of breast cancer. I didn’t even have to ask him to throw the match. He said himself that you deserved some happiness before you started chemo.”

Jackson pouted. “Wow. This really kills the victory for me.”

“You got yourself into the whole mess. Wonho would have beaten you to a pulp if I hadn’t stepped in and done that,” you pointed out with a frown.

“Yeah,” Jackson had a mischievous grin on his face as he chuckled. “Little miss SHRC actually lied for me. I feel so special. I thought you were the goody-two-shoes self-righteous type. And yet you lied about me having cancer, tsk tsk. Were you that worried about my safety?”

You flushed. “I didn’t do it for you.”

“Oh?”

“Nope, I did it for the fishies. Remember?”

Jackson chuckled. “The fishies. Right. And I’m sure you also-”

He was cut off by a hesitant figure approaching your table. The man’s shoulders were slumped miserably as he lowered his head and glanced at Jackson. “Jackson, man… I am so sorry about today, I really and truly am….”

Jackson glanced at the man and grinned. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Jooheon.”

Jooheon looked miserable. “I didn’t mean to bail on you, I swear, but Minhyuk-hyung figured out our arrangement and he made me stay home today so that they could send Wonho as the champion to beat you. I promise I didn’t want to leave in you in the lurch or anything but I had no choice and-”

Jackson grinned and patted the man on the back lightly. “Yeah, yeah, it’s all forgotten. Go get yourself a coffee and sit down with us. You can buy it yourself, using the fifty bucks you cheated me out of, eh?” he joked.

Jooheon smiled. “Really? Thanks, man.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Jooheon hurried off to the counter to order a coffee for himself. You raised an eyebrow at Jackson. “That’s it?” you wondered. “The guy left you to get beat up by our university's Thor without so much as a heads up and you’re not even gonna take five minutes to get mad at him?”

Jackson blinked. “Why would I get mad at him? He’s my friend.”

“Yeah, but he ditched you.”

“I know, but holding grudges never helped anyone. I have a simple policy. Forgive… but never forget.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I’m not gonna waste my time getting mad at Jooheon but I also kept a mental note of the seventeen times he’s ditched me since we first met a year and a half ago, and that information is always at my immediate disposal,” Jackson told you with a grin. He poked your shoulder lightly. “Anyway. I wonder if it’s time for me to return your favour to you.”

“My favour?”

“Yeah, the little kiss you entrusted me with before the duel?” Jackson reminded you playfully. Your face flushed red as you remembered your bold move and Jackson’s smile became a little more serious. His dark eyes pierced into yours as he reached out and placed his warm hand over yours. “I’m gonna be honest. I’m really attracted to you. I love how you don’t seem to take any bullshit but at the same time your smile is just fucking adorable. I really want to buy you dinner and get to know you and see if I can make you smile.”

You swallowed. Oh fuck. Oh fuck, oh fuck, why was Jackson Wang looking at you like that and shamelessly telling you he was attracted to you making you so flustered? You’d heard people say you should smile more a million times but never had anybody told you that they wanted to make you smile. The softness of Jackson’s brown eyes was killing you.

“Uh….”

“Can we go out on a date sometime?”

You cleared your throat. “I… I would, but it’s just… um…”

Jackson blinked. “Is there a problem?”

“I kind of have a picture of your penis in my inbox, remember?” you mumbled.

Jackson’s smile fell and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly after he removed his hand from yours. “Ahh. Right. I forgot. You still think I sent that girl pictures of my dick.”

You hesitated. “She claims you did.”

Jackson sighed and looked upset. “Wow. I wish there was some way I could prove this to you but that really isn’t my dick and I’ve never sent any girl messages like that. You say you’re not even allowed to tell me who she is. How am I supposed to prove that it wasn’t me?”

“I… I don’t know, Jackson.”

“Right.”

“I’m sorry. But I’m supposed to take the victim’s side unless I have solid proof that they’re lying…”

Jackson frowned. “Yeah, no, I get that. You’re just doing your job. It’s up to me to prove that I didn’t do any of it.” He glanced up at you and gave you a sudden, enthusiastic smile. “You know what? I can do this. I’m Jackson fucking Wang. I’m gonna prove to you that that is not my penis and I’m gonna clear my name.”

You bit back a smile. “Okay.”

“And you are going to be so charmed by my sincerity that you’ll go on that date with me.”

“Okay,” you giggled.

“Get ready to be hit by the full force of Jackson Wang, expert sleuth!”

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When you got home Bambam and Yugyeom were sitting on your couch. You wished they would both just go and get girlfriends so that they weren’t constantly burning holes into your furniture, but perhaps that was too much to hope for considering their combined idiocy.

“Where were you?’ Bambam whined as soon as you entered the apartment. “You’re out of coffee.”

“This isn’t a coffee shop.”

“I know, but shouldn’t you keep the bare minimum available for when you entertain guests?” he complained. You noticed that he and Yugyeom already had a giant-sized bag of cheese puffs open on the sofa in between them. You dreaded the amount of sticky orange powder you’d have to clean off your couch cushions later. “Honestly, you have no manners.”

You ignored him and flopped into the armchair. “Do you guys want to come to the beach clean-up tomorrow morning?” you asked, pulling out one of the flyers that Jinyoung had given you earlier. “We’re gonna go pick up trash from the beach and the club is always open to volunteers.”

Bambam winced. “Yuck, no.”

“They usually hand out free beers afterwards.”

Yugyeom reached over and swiped the flyer from your hands. “Give me that. I’ll be there. Bambam might not because he has to go to the basketball court and wait for that chick to walk past on her way to the library like a loser.”

“You haven’t seen her since then?” you wondered.

Yugyeom snickered. “Oh he’s seen her. Plenty of times. He just keeps chickening out so he won’t go talk to her.”

You stared at Bambam. “Wow. Since when have you been afraid to ask girls out, Mr. playboy? I thought you were the most confident one out of all of us. You can’t even approach this girl and ask for her number?”

Bambam flushed and folded his arms across his chest with a pout. “Hey. You haven’t seen her so don’t talk. At least I can actually get girls interested in me and don’t have to wait until victims of sexual harassment come and show me unsolicited dick pics to even see the opposite sex’s genitalia, okay? You don’t get to talk.”

You cleared your throat. “Actually, uh… Jackson Wang asked me out today.”

There was a shocked silence. Yugyeom and Bambam both stared at you with wide eyes. The bag of cheese puffs fell off the couch and landed on the floor so you let out a groan. You reached out to pick it up. “Guys, not on my carpet…”

Bambam grabbed your arm. “Jackson Wang asked you out? Bitch, don’t lie to me.”

You frowned. “I’m not lying.”

“Please don’t tell me you turned him down, I feel like your stupid ass turned him down.”

“I have a picture of his penis in my email inbox, Bambam, I can’t exactly date him until I know whether or not he sent it to Nari,” you pointed out. Bambam looked distraught and even Yugyeom slapped his own forehead. You pouted while the two boys stared at you as though you were a complete buffoon. It felt odd to be on the other side of that stare.

Yugyeom sighed at you. “Jackson Wang is the most amazing guy ever.”

“Yeah. He’s awesome. He’s nice and chill and everybody loves him because he’s such a cool guy. Not to mention how insanely hot he is. He’s so fucking awesome that even straight dudes can’t hate him.” Bambam grabbed your face and forced you to look at him. “Listen, babe. If Jackson Wang asked me to suck his dick, then I would suck his dick, okay?’

You winced. “Thanks. I didn’t need to know that.”

“Do not ruin the opportunity to date a god like Jackson Wang because some stupid bitch got her dick pics mixed up. You are going to regret it.”

You sighed.

I really, really hope I don’t.

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nuts-cracker-pn · 6 years ago

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Finally, my 3rd fic attempt. Hello kaisooists. I’ve been madly pressured about Ksoo’s enlist date running over me trying to come up with the snippet I wanted to post here for you before that happens. AFF link coming soon. Here’s the foreword and a snippet of a way ahead chapter.

Foreword:

Do Kyungsoo (26), a fresh graduate biologist is called to enlist in the military. He’s sent to a small base in the southwest cost of the country, around the Songgong-ri village, in the Aphaedo island on the Sinan county,Jeollanam-do province, a place full of jagged coastlines, small harbors, diversity of species and a high nature culture, where he’s assigned to work with local projects.

Snippet :

-----A spring Tuesday-----

Pedaling like a maniac, Kyungsoo’s usual reasonable state of mind starts to emerge to his conscience, as if going out of a daze -which has been really big in the last 12 hours- bringing the thought of what credible excuse he’s going to pull off to try to, at least, reduce a more than possible penalty.

His legs are brought to a radical hit on the brakes, right at the middle of his route. He looks at a big stone at the side of the road. He checks there’s nobody around. There’s no other way…

Still unsure of everything, he makes his stop at the base entrance post, saluting and informing about his current situation with the required solemn militar speech. The guard eyes him suspiciously on the head while talking through the post communicator device. Kyungsoo takes a second to look inside when he sees Chanyeol spotting him from a distant window with those black weird scared eyes. It is Sergeant Major Kim’s office. He’s the higher-up of the base.

Fuck.

He knows he needs to be firm, so he musters all the ‘stone faces’ he knows he has so well mastered during his entire life, and takes his way inside when he’s allowed by the guard. Reclining the bike outside of the office he peeks at the marks in his inner forearm, surprised that they’re already scarring, and quickly unroll his sleeves to the correct uniform code, even if the weather it’s starting to feel warm.

He doesn’t get the chance to a second nock. Chanyeol makes an exaggeratedly fast door opening with his front body totally facing him -thankfully blocking Sgt. Kim view- the big weird black scared orbits trying to speak to him, now adding his also weird frowned eyebrows to the picture when he glances at Kyungsoo’s right side of his head.

”STEP INSIDE, PRIVATE!” The higher officer commands him from his seat.

Despite his short time in the base, Kyungsoo already knows that high pitched bitchy tone so well. The one when things turn bad.

Chanyeol steps aside quickly to let Kyungsoo in, then places himself in his glorious tall militar stance at the right of his subordinate, arms at the back. Kyungsoo adopts the same position. The superior command of the base stops his writing to rise his eyes with a serious questioning scowl in his face. They both remember they are not in school but in a military service which require first of all saluting their superior ranks. “Joong seong!” There’s a void after that when Sgt.Kim starts writing again on his papers. Kyungsoo decides the next course is suck up to the chief. The nerve. “Permission to speak,sir!” He salutes with his hand again.

”Report.”

Kyungsoo takes an imperceptible breath. “It was a matter of life saving, sir.”

Sgt.Kim keeps writing while eyeing him for a second. Kyungsoo doesn’t waver though.

“What kind of life?”

Kyungsoo does hesitate there, but realizes that his superior is really asking about species. “Animal, sir.”

Sgt.Kim closes his eyes a bit longer than one second, disdainfully, but doesn’t stop writing. “What kind of animal?”

Kyungsoo has thought about it high and low already meanwhile he fast pedaled back there and thanks heavens he remembered something he recently read that was the perfect deal.

“A deer. A siberian musk deer, sir.” From the corner of his right eye, he can feel Chanyeol weird nervous left side-eye on him but he manages to remain unmoved.

Sgt. Kim addresses the move, stopping his writing, to finally leave the pen over the table and seats back on the chair. “Do we have those around here?” He squints at Chanyeol, the someday-in-the-future-to-be veterinarian.

Chanyeol’s answer is constricted. “I think I’ve have seen it in Mokpo.”

Sgt. Kim now gives the shortest a serious rise of his brows.

“Sir, I was also shocked to see the baby deer. Since I’ve read it’s one of the species in danger of extinction in this province, so I had to save it, sir.”

Sgt. Kim now puts his left cheek resting over his left hand, elbow also resting over the armchair. He’s really studying Kyungsoo now.

“ I will patiently hear the whole story and how is that related to your head wound and the fact that it’s 7:36 hs.”

Kyungsoo knows he can’t fuck it up so he reviews a flash of his made-up story in his head for the last time.

“I left the base at 15:05 hs after the lunch repose to my weekly exploration round.”

Sgt.Kim makes a stop hand sign. “I’m assuming you were informed since you’re his Corporal?” the officer directs to Chanyeol.

“Yes, sir. Specialist Do has been assigned the weekly mission of ground exploration & samples collection, by signed agreement with the Maritime Museum & University.”

“THAT I DO KNOW.” the officer rises an octave, exasperated, and both soldiers blinked out of alarm. “I’m asking if PRIVATE Do informed you yesterday of his departure time.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Does he always go the same day of the week?”

“Mostly Mondays, sometimes Tuesdays, since we have to take the samples to the city before the weekend. It depends on the base scheduled activities.”

Sgt.Kim returns his look to Kyungsoo. “Continue”

“I was about to have my return here when I heard this whining. I followed it and saw this little one trapped under a tree that seemed recently fallen.” He cleverly remembered that tree that he took account of in the middle of the small forest at the end of the island; apparently someone tried to cut it doing a poorly job but it ended up falling later.

The sergeant remains still.

“It was a little difficult to lift the tree by myself ...” he didn’t miss the snort coming from his superior. “...I managed pulling it off with my whole body though while trying to grab the little one. I got up carrying it in my arms so I could check his state but he went crazy writhing ...mm yes I observed he was a male. And it made me lose my balance and I ended up falling, sir.”

“ AND?” sergeant seems getting impatient.

“My head crashed against a big stone,sir.”

Again a void.

“Time?”

“It was already sunset, sir.”

“ So this happened around 19h.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Eleven hours unconscious.” the sergeant subtly glance at the wound in the soldier’s head. It’s barely a cut with a little bump around.

“Apparently, I was pretty tired after the morning routine, sir.”

Sgt. Kim makes a sarcastic smirk that Kyungsoo thinks was intended to be a smile. Perhaps not.

“Apparently, your little basic training month in Nowon-gu was not enough to make a potential soldier out of you. So I’m correcting that. 1- Special training level 4 starting now. Your Corporal will be in charge and instructed to it. Morning and afternoon.”

Kyungsoo’s heart sinks. He kind of expected this. He hears Chanyeol long silent exhale.

“ 2- Helping in any task the base requires from you. Morning and afternoon.

He can’t help the whimsical twitch of one corner of his mouth. So this means...

“ 3- Retention on the base perímeters for 15 days.”

He looks to the floor. Shit.

“OBJECTIONS?” The sergeant major rises his usual octave again and takes his time observing both reactions, but mostly Kyungsoo’s.

What kind of fucking question is that? Does he want a fight?!

Both soldiers salute in unison “ No, sir!”

“Of course not. I’m being benevolent.” the officer singsongs lower.

Kyungsoo does not agree but he hopes the clench inside his mouth pass unnoticed. Chanyeol however, swallows audibly hard.

“DISMISS!”

“Permission,sir! Joong seong!”

They are out of that office walking as if the soil burns under their feet, but Chanyeol stops his fellow before entering the dorms where he’s going to grab some cereal bars as both’s breakfast -the base one ends at 7hs for recruits.

”Why do I have the feeling you’re protecting something? Or someone…”

Kyungsoo remains ‘stone faced’ again, looking at his corporal.

The tallest lips forms a disappointed grimace. “You are not going to tell me, right? The guy crosses his arms in his chest, waiting, but the other stays in the same stance. “ Yeah, you seem like the kind to sacrifice yourself for good causes. Prepare for hell.” And with that, the Corporal leaves the biologist there and enters the dorms. Kyungsoo sighs and his eyes go by his now clothed forearm. He checks his surroundings and rolls the sleeve. He knows he has to hide those 5 marks as if the salvation of humanity depended on it.

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tagging @kimchikai-sooshi because you asked and might know what is this about.....😉

and @rimon4kadi because you encouraged me🤗

#this story is almost complete in my head #but writing is nerve wrecking for me #all chapters and scenes coming at my head at the same time #it's stressing #kaisoo #kadi #fanfiction

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btgalaxy · 5 years ago

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For The Weekend

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» a/n: Sorry for the very late post! 😅 A second one shot will be posted to hopefully make it up 🥺 -admin rai

» genre: fluff, like a little bit of angst but not really

» word count: 2.8k

You can’t help the smile that is fixed on your face, even though your cheeks have long since begun to sting. Driving through the familiar streets, you practically bounce in your seat from elation. Finally after weeks of studying and cramming for exams, you’re able to take a little break and visit home to see your boyfriend. You told him you were going to be coming in Friday evening in order to get a little rest period between your last exam and a long drive back, but your eagerness to see him again got the best of you, so you decided to surprise him Thursday morning instead. The familiar street signs send electricity coursing through your veins, energizing you as your grip on the wheel tightened.

You let out a content sigh as you pull into the driveway, barely parking the car as you yank your keys out of the ignition. You almost skip to the door before stopping yourself. How embarrassing can you be? Relax a little. You think to calm yourself as you step to the door, unlocking it easily and tiptoeing inside. You look around the living room and are unsurprised to see he’s still not up yet. Everything seems so still and quiet in the house, contradictory to your racing heart pounding in your chest.

You creep up the stairs and head straight for your bedroom. Opening it confidently, you step inside, only for your throat to close up on you.

There, in your bed, lay your boyfriend and your best friend. They’re fast asleep, holding each other close and shirtless from what you can see. You’re unsure of how to react, standing frozen in place for what feels like years before your legs finally carry you out of the room and out of the house. Tears start to blur your vision but you viciously rub your eyes to rid them. Storming to your car, you slam the car door shut and start your car up. You don’t know where you’re going to go, you just know that you don’t want to be near either one of them.

You don’t really make it far, having to pull over into a supermarket parking lot once your tears start to fall and completely obstruct your view. Covering your face with your hands, you sob freely. You don’t want to cry; of course you’re hurt, devastated even, but you feel so weak crying over them. The frustration of the situation doesn’t make things any better and now you don’t know if you’re more upset at the issue you saw or your lack of control over your emotions. Finally calming yourself down a bit, you try to take deep breaths and think about your next plan of action.

How are you going to confront them? Do you go back? What are you going to say? All these questions make your head pound. You lean your head back against the seat and stare at your suitcase in the backseat. Fuck, where are you going to stay? You planned to be here for a couple of days, and there’s no way in hell you’re going back to stay at that house. Sniffling, you pull out your phone and search up your options to distract yourself, even if it is briefly.

Scrolling through different hotels and inns, you can’t stop the sinking feeling it brings. A hotel room isn’t really where you want to spend your weekend. Your fingers fly past each variation of the same single bed room until you come across an open listing for a cabin. You ponder over the possibility and you’re a bit anxious to say that it becomes more appealing with each passing second. It’s not some dingy hotel room or inn, and it’s secluded in forestry. Maybe being surrounded by nature will allow you to calm yourself and think through what you actually want to do to handle this whole situation. It’s a bit of a drive, an hour outside of your city, but the separation could be exactly what you need. Without another thought, you book the cabin.

It’s around 1 pm when you finally start to see similar cabins scattered between the trees. Even though it appears as if the day had started not too long ago, the exhaustion of this morning weigh down your limbs. You’re glad you stopped inside the supermarket to grab some snacks and ready meals for your time here, though you already went through a sandwich on your drive up. Relief washes over you as you spot the cabin you’ve rented. You pull up and park in front, convincing yourself that you’re only a few feet away from finally being able to lay down.

Approaching the cabin’s front door, you haul your suitcase up each step before finally setting it down with a thud. The sudden echo of laughter pulls your attention to look at the group of boys piling into a neighboring cabin. They all seem so happy....and fucking loud. After everything that has happened in the last few hours, you’re praying that someone will have mercy on you and let you have some peace and quiet to think and mope around in. You don’t realize you’re still watching them, probably with a less than pleased expression, until you lock eyes with one of them. His wide, boxy smile immediately falters once he sees you and you take that as your cue to get inside as quickly as possible, fumbling with the keys only briefly before eventually forcing yourself and your suitcase through the door. Gripping the doorknob you see him still looking towards your porch, confusion and concern etched on his features evident through the sliver of space left until the door is finally shut.

You’re honestly proud of yourself for having only one good cry since being in the cabin. Although that may be because you fall asleep once you tired yourself out - still an accomplishment nonetheless. You sleep from that evening until around 8 am the next morning, woken up only because of the screaming you hear below your window. Dragging yourself out of bed, you look through your window to see the boys from next door huddled in the open backyard all the cabins in your line share. They’re looking out into the lake, laughing maniacally and once you follow their line of sight, you see one of them floating on an airbed a fair distance away from the dock.

“Jeon Jungkook, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” the one in the lake screams and you were honestly surprised by the sheer volume of his voice as well as the amount of fear it held.

“Why only me?! Seokjin helped too!” the one you figure to be Jungkook complains, unabashed as he throws his head back in laughter before being hit by who you can assume to be Seokjin.

“Hey don’t drag me into this!”

“Fucking help me! I can’t swim!” screeching from the top of his lungs, Seokjin is the only one able to pull himself together and head towards the man. You step away from the window, laughing with a shake of your head. What a start to your Friday morning you think, seeing as you won’t be falling back asleep now.

Cleaning yourself up, you head downstairs to fix up breakfast. A chorus of laughter can be heard outside and you’re unable to stop yourself from looking, despite already knowing what the source is. You see that all of them are now either in the lake or chasing each other, soaked in their same clothes from earlier that morning. Rolling your eyes, you debate going for a hike, a bike ride, or anything to get you some distance between you and them. Despite not knowing them, seeing all seven of them being so happy and carefree makes you bitter. You know it’s unreasonable, you know that you don’t know them and being upset at their happiness is a bit excessive on your part, but you came up here to clear your head and avoid the mess that is your relationship. Privacy is what you came for and you intend to get it.

Finishing your breakfast in the living room, away from the backyard, you head back upstairs. Looking through your luggage, you realize you didn’t necessarily pack for a quick camping trip. You settle for some jeans and a nice blouse and decide a walk through the area is just as good as a long hike up the impressive trails.

Heading out, you don’t notice the pair of eyes that follow you. He debates going with you, or asking if your okay once you get back. It’s obvious to him that something has upset you, the sadness in your eyes is unmistakable and it’s plain to see that you’ve been crying. Your pained features imprint themselves in his thoughts and he replays the image back until he gets hit on the side of his head with a ball.

“Taehyung, pay attention! And stop staring at strangers!” his friend giggles across from him and all Taehyung can do is cradle his throbbing head.

Your brisk walk turns into something much longer, arriving back towards the lake around evening time. The scenery is captivating; everything seems so tranquil and soothing. You get so lost in the peacefulness that time seems to pass you by.

When you eventually decide to make your way back, it’s close to sunset and you hope you will make it back before dark.

The lake comes into your line of sight, as well the seven boys around a fire pit in between your two cabins. They’re eating, and laughing amongst each other as they seem to always do. You feel a bit awkward walking in the middle of their little dinner around the fire, so you sit on the dock. On your walk, you realized you weren’t really mad at them enjoying themselves while you didn’t; instead, you realized that you were upset that they had this strong bond and friendship between them and you were hurt that you had just lost both of yours. You thought you already cried out most of your tears earlier, but the tears that spring to your eyes now appear instantly.

“Hey, would you like one?”

You gasp at the voice that’s suddenly next to you and look up to see the boy from yesterday. Your eyes fall to the beer he holds in his hand before shaking your head.

“No thanks, I’m not a big drinker,” you politely decline.

“Me neither. But you seemed like you needed it.” You’re surprised that he takes a seat next to you, looking out to the lake like you’ve been. There’s a long silence and you think he may just sit quietly next to you the whole time, until he finally speaks up again.

“I’m Taehyung, by the way.” Smiling over at you, he extends a hand out.

“Y/N.” You force out a small smile and shake his hand swiftly.

“Any reason you're out here alone in the middle of the woods? A homicide, perhaps?” He teases.

You chuckle at his question, spitting out a quick “no” in the process.

“Hmm... don’t really believe you, if not that then what are you doing out here by yourself?” You look at him slightly dazed, but he only smiles back at you.

“Did you think that just because I know your name now, we’re friends and I’m going to tell you all of my secrets?” You tease him back and all he can do is laugh.

“Not all of them. Just the good ones.” You shake your head and laugh softly. You both sit in silence once more, enjoying the movement of the water while he shakes the bottle of beer in his hand.

“Why don’t you come up and eat with us!” Before you can even process his question, Taehyung is standing up and holding his hand out to you.

“No, no, it’s okay! I’m fine, really, I already have-”

“Please? It’s fun to eat with others! Plus it’s kinda weird of us to keep eating dinner while you stare off into the sunset like some chick mourning in a soap opera,” he raises his brows and gestures to his extended palm as you blush.

“Oh, uh, if it’s weird I can go inside I just didn’t want to interrupt-”

“Go inside and eat alone while wallowing in whatever misery brought you up here in the first place? Don’t think so,” Taehyung reaches down to grab your hand and pull you up with him, leading you straight to his group of friends while you stutter out your pleas.

You approach the group with an all-consuming apprehension.

“Everyone, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is everyone.” He hands one of his friends the beer he brought out for you.

“For you, Jimin,” he smiles proudly and takes a seat on the grass nonchalantly, gesturing for you to take his chair. Uttering out a timid greeting, you sit uneasily and look around at all of them, You then watch as Jimin opens the beer only for it to foam and spill all over him.

He yelps in surprise while Taehyung simply states, “That was for hitting me in the head with a ball”. The group watches them slightly amused as they greet you individually. You were expecting a bit more awkwardness, but everyone greets you and continues on in their conversation as if nothing happened, even including you in their discussion. The tension rolls off of you in an instant and you look down at Taehyung to see that he is already smiling up at you.

You try not to choke on the piece of meat you’re chewing as one of them, named Hoseok, turns beet red once you reveal that you saw him floating out on the lake in the early morning.

“You saw that?!” He questions, covering his mouth and laughing in both embarrassment and joy.

“Heard you loud and clear before anything else,” you tease as the rest of them laughs along with you and at him.

As the night goes on, everyone’s energy goes with it. One by one, the boys go back inside and to bed. When only you, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Namjoon are left, you decide to get up and go too.

“Thank you for letting me join you guys. I really appreciated it,” you thank them genuinely. As much as you didnt want to intrude on their group, they welcomed you openly and you were able to laugh and enjoy the night with them.

Taehyung gets up with you, smiling at you brightly. “You should join us tomorrow too! We’re gonna go on a hike and then maybe have a movie night if you’re interested?” You smile at his thoughtfulness, but shake your head at his offer.

“No, no, I’m fine really, I don’t want to keep bothering you guys.” You look around at Yoongi and Namjoon, hoping one of them will support you.

“No, we’d love it if you joined us actually!” Namjoon replies, sending you a tired smile.

“Yeah, you’re really fun to talk to and you fit right in,” Yoongi backs up Namjoon’s statement and you’re a bit speechless.

“See? I promise you’re not intruding,” Taehyung tries to convince you further, but you’re still a bit hesitant.

“I know you probably came up here to be alone, but please spend time with us. Just for the weekend, and then we’ll be out of your hair and you don’t have to worry about being dragged into stuff with us… unless you like it and have fun of course. Then you’re always welcome to future events,” he smiles that same boxy smile you saw the first time and you can’t bring yourself to say no. You are having fun with everyone, something you weren’t expecting when you came up here in the first place.

“I guess - I guess okay then. I’ll see you tomorrow?” You smile at the three of them before Taehyung starts walking you the short distance to your cabin.

“Oh, wait…,” you turn to look at Taehyung, disappointment settling in slowly. “I don’t have any hiking clothes.” You pout and Taehyung can’t help the giggle that slips out.

“With that look you gave me, I thought it was serious,” he giggles again at your furrowed brows before he shakes his head. “Don’t worry, we have extra clothes. Might be a little big, but I’m sure you’ll look that much cuter.”

You blush at his comment and look away, opening your door and stepping inside.

“Goodnight, Taehyung,” You wave him off.

“Goodnight.” He smiles back at you, waiting until you’ve completely shut the door before he turns to run back to go to bed and see you again tomorrow.

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Silverlight (Chapter 4)

I’m sorry, I know I said a few weeks ago that the chapter was gonna be up and I didn’t post it, but I was busy with the ColossalCon crunch! But here it is now!

We're starting to get to chapters that I've already started though, and now that I'm done with classes for the summer the only thing stopping me from writing is my own motivation (and work, which I will be doing a lot of!)

I forgot to mention my fight scene playlist last chapter. When I write fight scenes I try to listen to music that helps me follow the flow of the beat. The song that I wrote the fight scene to in the last chapter is "Ignite" of course. If you know me, you know I'm obsessed with RT's Yang songs.

As always, thank you and let me know what you think of the story so far!

AO3 Links: Chapter 1 This Chapter

The moment he saw her leaping out of the cloud of dust at him, Mercury had known he had lost. That didn’t make it any less frustrating, though.

Yang dug her knee a little deeper into his back, just enough that it was noticeably painful. He could tell she was trying not to hurt him though, because if she was, she wouldn’t be holding his arm back at such a low angle as she had it. If it were him, he’d probably have the arm straight up. Dislocated shoulders were among the nicest things he’d learned to restrain someone with.

“I said-“

He cut her off, wanting to get this over with. “I know what you said.”

Mercury looked around, in front of him - only what he could see, because she was mashing his head against the ground - and quickly deduced there was really no way out of this. Despite everything, he had lost to Yang. He could hardly believe it, save for the gravel in his mouth.

He sighed deeply as he turned just enough to see her, where she was positioned on top of him. “Well Blondie, what do you want to know?”

“You already know,�� she growled, and pressed her knee into his back a little harder as she let go of his head to grab something from her bag. With such a fiery, easily flustered, and - admittedly - attractive girl like Yang restraining him, it was extremely difficult for Mercury to hold back the temptation to make any sexual innuendos of the situation. For now.

And he was successful for all of two minutes; that was when Yang removed a pair of handcuff-like restraints from her belt, and pulled back both of his arms to lock them in place. A smirk found its way back to his face as she got off him and lifted him to his feet.

“Never pictured you as that kinda girl,” his grin widened when she glared daggers into him. “Hey, hey, I’m not complaining.”

She didn’t answer, but shoved him back into the wall of the alley. Mercury winced as he felt the impact in his shoulder. It wasn’t a particularly hard hit, only that it always took a minute for his body to adjust to pain in the outside world without the safety cushion of his Aura. Honestly if Marcus had been around even a little bit longer, he probably would’ve figured out a way to take that from him, too.

Yang got into his face as she pushed him down on top of a barrel. He was just getting more and more interested in the way she was treating him - if he wasn’t absolutely pissed that he had ran into her barely two days since he’d been away from Salem. This was certainly not how he wanted to go.

“I have no problem breaking your leg for real this time,” she snarled. Mercury watched as Yang got down on her knees and pressed them into his boots as she started to take off his greaves. He would’ve made another joke about what sorta things she was into getting on her knees like that, if it wasn’t for how much her words bothered him.

“So you’re so much better than us, right? Even though I guess you’re just as willing to hurt people as I am,” his voice was so cold and bitter it almost surprised himself. Sure, he never would have expected Yang to be friendly and welcoming to him, and sure, she had no idea of the real reason he was in Mistral, but he had certainly expected more. He hadn’t expected her to remind him of Salem, of Cinder, even of Marcus Black. He had expected Yang to remind him of the reason he had ran.

That hope he had felt while running, that hope that had been shining like gold.

Yang was visibly disturbed by this, avoiding his gaze. “How do you take your greaves off?”

He gave her an incredulous look. “What?”

“I’ve gotta take your greaves off, now let’s just make this easy and tell me how to do it, okay?”

A panic washed over him and Mercury incubated the idea of just attempting to run, but he already knew that’d be a terrible idea. “Or you can fuck off, how about that?”

Yang rolled her eyes, seeming not aware of his panic. “You need to walk, and I don’t really like the idea of getting shot in the foot. I’d prefer to not have to chain up your feet and then carry you all the way to Argus.”

Every word she said sunk deeper in his gut. “I’m not going to Argus,” He snarled.

“Oh, that’s exactly where we’ll be going,” she answered, and Mercury was horrified by the sound of his greaves disengaging as Yang popped them off herself. “There we go. Guess your boots just gotta come off too.”

“No!” Mercury snapped. “There’s a way to lock the guns. God, let me keep my shoes on, please.”

Once that had been taken care of, Yang pulled him to stand again and guided him by the restraints out of the alley past the crowd of people who had gathered during their fight. Yang held up her scroll to the bystanders, identifying herself as a Huntress apprehending a criminal.

Right, because that’s what he was. Mercury supposed that someone would’ve eventually reported him anyway - his face was everywhere because of what happened at Haven Academy - and that Yang had just gotten him first. Which was still pretty damn frustrating.

“Let’s see... I guess getting you back to Argus before your Aura regenerates and you decide you can fight back again is top priority,” she wiped some sweat off her forehead. “Too bad. I had business I wanted to take care of here but I can always come back.”

“You won’t get me past the station,” he grumbled.

She scowled at him. “What was that?”

“They wouldn’t let me on the train. Telling people you’re a Huntress might’ve worked on people of Mistral, but the police aren’t gonna care. You’ll be back to where you started, except beat up.”

Yang groaned. “I hate it but you’re right. And you in police custody doesn’t help anyone but yourself. We’re gonna have to find another way to Argus.”

“Or, you could just let me go and pretend nothing happened?�� He sarcastically spat back.

She glared at him again, but for the first time her fury had grown cold. He was used to her both metaphorically and literally being on fire. The cold anger sent a chill down his spine, it was so strange.

“You’re part of a group that has hurt people, over and over again, just for your own gain,” her voice was even, controlled now. “You destroyed Beacon. You’ve brought Grimm against thousands of innocent people just to please some nightmare queen and her pawns. You’ve tricked and used people, like me. You’ve killed two of my friends. Most importantly, your fucking queen has gone after my sister. My sister. Let me make this very clear to you, Merc; I am never letting you go. And I’m going to make you tell me everything you know about Salem and her little group.”

The flames from her words licked at his face, and he watched her blink and her purple eyes had turned to red. Somehow, this was the most angry he’d ever seen her, and yet she wasn’t yelling to the heavens. For a moment, he thought she might have a chance against Salem. Only for a moment though.

“Fine,” he turned his face from her. “God you’re crazy, Blondie.”

He heard her take a deep breath, and she raised her Scroll to her ear as she called someone. Mercury looked down at his greaves from where they were now jammed into her bag, and as he tried to concoct a plan to get them back, as if she could sense his intentions, Yang put a hand on them. He sneered and gave up for now. He’d just have to play prisoner for a bit and find a way to escape her later.

“Hey, I’m sorry I hung up on you,” she said, and he assumed she had called her sister again. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. The guy’s... fine...”

She cut her eyes toward him as she said that and Mercury was vaguely surprised to realize she was talking about him. She must have still been on the phone with her sister when she noticed the thugs who had surrounded him. He smirked to himself, wondering how her friends would all react when they learned she had “rescued” him.

“Just... uh, some complications came up, and it’s going to take me a lot longer to get to Argus until I can figure something out. I’m serious, you guys can leave without me, but I know you won’t...” he watched Yang close her eyes and shake her head, though now she was smiling. “Okay. I love you too, Ruby.”

He looked back toward her as she hung up. Yang let out a sigh, rubbing her face with her hands as if contemplating something. Then she slapped both of her cheeks lightly, and clearly forced a smile toward him.

“C’mon, Merc!” She chirped, though her voice sounded tired. He supposed the fight was probably starting to catch up to her. “We’re going shopping.”

Mercury shifted uncomfortably back and forth on his prosthetics, feeling them grow so stiff that he was afraid they would start creaking. He glanced toward the other side of the room, where Yang was still haggling with the vendor. He really had no idea what they were doing in a motor shop, she didn’t even have her bike with her.

She’d taken off his restraints just for the moment, and while Mercury could have easily escaped, she still had his greaves and the key to releasing the locked barrels on his boots. Without either of those things, he wouldn’t be able to fight. If he couldn’t fight he couldn’t take jobs, which meant no money. Which meant he wouldn’t have any way of hiding from Salem. So he stayed.

“At least let me see her first,” Yang said loudly, and Mercury looked up in confusion to her wording. Who was she here to see? He thought she needed to buy stuff.

“I was told she was in pretty good condition, if I’m gonna be spending this much I wanna know it’s true.”

Uh, what?

The older man disappeared toward the back of the shop while Mercury stared at her. He had to have heard her wrong. There was no way someone like her would yell at him about hurting people, then turn around and condone some sort of-

His trail of consciousness stopped when the shopkeeper rolled a whole motorcycle out of the back room.

It was a moderate size, a bit bigger than her other bright yellow and orange bike from the best he could recall. Though a bit dirty, it had chrome plating and dark gray covers with black handlebars and dashboard. In fact what struck Mercury first was how much the bike reminded him of himself.

Yang put her hands on her hips, whistling low as she approached it. “She’s a beauty. I’m certainly interested, but I’d like to see how she runs before I buy. You understand, don’t you?”

Though he gave another exasperated sigh, the shopkeeper turned and went to go retrieve the keys. Mercury watched as Yang ran her fingers over the handlebars with a clear sense of longing. Or some kind of sadness. He didn’t really care, he just found the reaction to be strange.

“I can’t wait to ride you,” she mumbled under breath, Mercury only just barely catching it.

“What happened to your other bike?” He spoke up finally, not for the answer but perhaps just to get her to remember she wasn’t alone. It was a bit insulting honestly, because he felt like she had forgotten she’d even put him on lockdown.

Yang jolted a bit, and her fingers curled tightly around the handlebar. “BMBLB went down for me. I needed a new one.”

“Ah,” it was painfully obvious there was more to the story, but he really didn’t care. Just as long as she understood that she was being massively weird.

When the man came back with the key and the silver motorcycle hummed to life with no issue, Mercury was unsurprised that Yang immediately slammed her money down on the counter. He couldn’t believe she had been carrying that much lien around. If Emerald had been here, that would’ve been gone two hours ago.

A sickness sunk in his stomach as one of the people he’d been trying to avoid thinking about had rose to his mind so quickly. How had she reacted, when she learned he had left? Would Salem even tell her the truth? He had no idea of what Salem would do. That was the most frightening part about the witch.

“Mercury? Mercury, hey,” he came back to the blonde in his face, tugging on his arm. “Come on, we’re all set here.”

“Tch,” he made the most uncaring tone in the world to cover up his own behavior. “Whatever.”

After also purchasing fuel for the bike, Yang jerked him after her as if to reprimand him for his poor acting skills - what did he care whether or not people knew she was keeping him as a prisoner? - waving to the shopkeeper the entire way out the door. With her sing-songy “Byeee! Thank you so much! Looking forward to doing business again!” Mercury concluded that he really did not fucking understand this girl whatsoever. He much didn’t want to, either.

As soon as they got outside the shop, she snapped the restraints back on him, any smile that had been there before now gone.

“Get on the bike,” she snapped at him.

Mercury snorted, kicking his leg over the seat as Yang climbed on behind him.

“What’s to stop me from jumping?” He sneered as her arms appeared on either side of him. “Or if I don’t just fall off.”

“Good point, Merc,” she answered. He was surprised when she suddenly unlatched one side of the handcuffs, but then hooked it back to her own arm. “Now if you try anything I can just kick your ass again.”

Annoyed with her tone and mildly humiliated with the accommodations, Mercury remained quiet as Yang started the ignition. As before, the motorcycle hummed to life with no issue, and continued performing as such as she sped out of Mistral toward the mountains.

“Oh, listen to you purr, baby,” he rolled his eyes as she drifted off into her bike fantasy world again. “Oh yeah, we should have no problems getting to Argus.”

They rode for a solid few more hours, out of the kingdom and into Grimm land. Mercury knew there were a few villages that survived on the edges of Mistral’s reach, and a few that they drove through, so he expected Yang to stop and spend the night there before continuing. To his surprise, she drove straight through as the sun began to set, only finally stopping when the sky was beginning to turn from reds and oranges to purple and dark blue.

“Well, going through the whole night is just going to attract Grimm to the noise,” Yang said as she reached around to unlock the restraint, and hook both of his wrists together again. “So I guess we’ll camp here. I don’t care if you sleep or not, I’ll be taking my own watches.”

He was silent for a while, debating whether or not to tell her about what his situation actually entailed. The real question was whether or not he cared if she got tangled up in it. “You’re pretty ballsy, camping in Grimm territory.”

“It’s something we’re taught how to do well, because it’s almost guaranteed to happen at some point in a Huntsman’s career.”

He gave a little bit of a sigh, as he felt that fear twisting up in his gut again. There was no way he couldn’t give her some warning. He was too damn nervous over his own safety. “Salem can see through the eyes of Grimm, you know.”

Yang opened one eye, focusing her attention on him. “Well, shit,” she spoke more as if he’d just told her something mildly inconvenient as opposed to the fact that the literal witch who wanted to destroy the kingdoms could find them through any of her nightmare creatures. He wasn’t sure which he found more annoying of Yang, her strange optimism or her moments of indifference.

Yang tucked her arms behind her head as she leaned back against her new bike and looked up toward the sky. “So, is she gonna come and try to rescue you?”

Mercury gave another sigh. He couldn’t tell her what was really going on, that he was now running for his life from Salem. He didn’t need her preaching to him to join her cause - or her pity. “Something like that. ‘Night, Blondie.”

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