#i mean this guy attacked them and tyler is like just casually grabbing him and throwing him on the floor

[goofy-dinopanda]

EPISODE 84 SPOILERS Is it completely normal that a group of teens (who are 16) breaks someone's knee and aims a gun at the person and they just do it? Like without any comments? Cause like even a man who just broke out of "prison" is freaking out because of them. I don't think they're ok. And I feel kinda guilty for loving them even more.

[crimsonbluemoon]

Terromoo 4 4 and 31!

AU: MafiaTrope: Messy meetPrompt: “you never saw me.”

Pairing: Terrormoo

When Craig had told Brock he’d gotten a new apartment in one of the sketchier places in town, he was not happy. His friend was friendly and naive on most days of the week, meaning Craig would be the first one to hop into a unmarked white van if promised new hair products and a puppy. Craig continued to tell him it was fine; he’d reported he had a ‘really hot’ neighbor named Tyler that watched over the apartment, and helped keep crime down on their block. From the amount of times he’d heard about bodies being found in the warehouses and river just a mile away, Brock didn’t think Tyler was doing a very good job. 

He all but called Craig’s defense a lie when, on the walk to said apartment, he found himself pressed into an alleyway with a knife against his throat. 

“Now look at what we caught.” The bad breath and gangly grin from the man inches from his face made Brock flinch back, head hitting into the wet brick. The light rain had coated the area as night fell, but none of the three men crowding him seemed to mind. Their focus was on Brock, who tried to pull his wrists away from the two men pinning them to the wall. “A city slicker walking our streets without our permission? That can be dangerous, you know. You might meet the wrong type of people out here; people who wanna hurt you.” 

“I’m just visiting a friend,” Brock answered quietly, wincing when one of the men yanked his head back by the hair.

“We can be your friends.” It was so unappealing, that Brock flinched against the knife, breath hitching at the bite of pain. The trio laughed, though the sickening noises were cut off by a loud scoff in the entrance of the alleyway.  

“Last time I checked, I told ye scumbags to stay the fock away from these apartment complexes.” Brock’s eyes flickered to the side, caught off guard by the lean man approaching. He looked calm despite the scene, his brown hair styled with precision and care that none of the attackers bothered to use. The clear blue gaze looked more irritated than scared, hands calmly sliding into the pockets of the pea coat that hugged his form. The Irish drawl of the attractive man was surprising for the area, though the three men only sneered and glared at the newcomer. “They’re under our protection.” 

“Get out of here, Terroriser, we ain’t doing nothing that you need to be involved in. He’s not even a tenant. Just some random city folk who walked down the wrong street.” One spat out, the hand on Brock’s left wrist becoming painfully tight. He was sure it’d bruise by the morning, if he got to see it. 

“That’s where you’re wrong, smart ass.” With a casual sway that no man should have when facing three opponents, Terroriser grinned and shrugged his shoulder. “You see, that pretty guy you’ve got pinned up against the wall?”

“M-me?” Brock stuttered out, though tensed when the knife pressed to his neck twitched. 

“Yeah, sweetheart. You.” The wink had Brock blushing, which seemed to be the point from the man’s Cheshire grin. His smile didn’t last long, dropping to a serious look while he assessed the other three. “That’s the best friend of Wildcat’s new boy.”

“Wh-what?” The fear that waved over the trio was instant, and Brock’s wrists were quickly released when Terroriser pulled out a sleek phone from his pocket. 

“Yup. Of course, we all know Wildcat does not enjoy when things he likes get sad. You think his boy is gonna be happy to hear you three roughed up his best friend? Might even make the lad cry, I bet. And boy, will that piss Wildcat off something fierce. I’ll have to deal with his pissy mood for a week. And the person, or people, who made him mad? They’re gonna meet some not so happy consequences. Say cheese, will ya?” The flash of the phone hit all three men, as well as the knife that was still against Brock’s skin. That was remedied in the next second, the punk quickly backing away from Brock with a whimper.

“Don’t tell Wildcat! Please don’t, he’ll kill us.” Brock had no idea who had the power to make three grown men quiver with just their name, but it seemed this man was someone nobody in the area messed with. Well, except Terroriser, who looked far too happy waving his phone at the group. 

“The next time I see you anywhere near this block, this gets sent right to Wildcat. Now, get yer sorry asses outta here.” In a flash, the three were out of the alleyway, stumbling over each other to get away. A quiet fell in the small area that was unusual for the city, and Brock pressed closer to the brick wall he’d been held against minutes before. He didn’t mean to be so scared of the man who had just saved him. But there was an aura to Terroriser (like the name wasn’t warning enough) that made Brock’s spine tingle and his hair stand up in warning. His breath hitched when the scuff of the other’s shoes scratched against the wet pavement, the night unable to hide the brightness of the blue eyes approaching him. 

“W-wait,” Brock started weakly, flinching away from the hand reaching out to him. He didn’t get far, though there was no force in the rough palm that brushed the nic on his neck.

“You okay, sweetheart?” The care in the tone was so different from the dominating echo before, Brock wouldn’t have thought it was the same man if not for seeing him with his own eyes. 

“I’m ok-okay.” 

“That’s good to hear. Don’t want this to leave a lasting impression on you.” A slow thumb dragged over his neck, lighting Brock’s pulse with something more than anxiety. “You’re too pretty to be stuck in the slums like us.” 

“I’m not-” A wince of the entrancing eyes over him made Brock’s eyebrows furrow in concern. “What’s wrong?” 

“Nothing. Just…” Concern washed over Brock when hearing the pain that had started to bleed into the other’s reply. “Just get yourself to your friend’s apartment. Don’t look back, okay? If anyone asks, you never…saw me…” But before the Terroriser could step away, the man’s eyes rolled to the back of his head, and he started to fall. Brock didn’t hesitate to rush forward and catch him against his own chest, easing their motion to the ground. 

“That’s not really gonna be possible,” Brock whispered, glancing down at the man now in his arms. 

The labored breathing that hadn’t been present before was alarming, and Brock’s spine tensed when something wet smeared against the fingers he’d placed on the other’s back. He lifted them to see the dark blood staining his skin, and he peeked over the shoulder to see two clear stab marks through the other’s coat. This man had been so casual while he was stabbed? What if they had attacked him? Who was this guy?! Trying to ignore his panic and the soaked knees from kneeling in the alleyway, Brock looked around. The phone he’d lost earlier during the mugging was too far away, and he wouldn’t be able to get it without leaving Terroriser. He glanced down to the stranger whose breath was choppy against his shoulder, his heart clenching at the pain etched in his face. 

A blaring noise set off the silence in the ally, and Brock realized it was coming from the phone in the other’s pocket. He quickly reached forward and grabbed it, ignoring the grunt from Terroriser to look at the screen. His eyes read the name, and though a burst of panic rushed through him, he didn’t hesitate to answer the call. 

“Where the fuck are you?” The growl of ‘Wildcat’ was deadly, even in the phone, and Brock’s breath stuttered for a moment in fear. “I swear, Brian, if you’re fucking another stupid pretty boy I’ll come rip your dick off and-”

“Please come help Terroriser.” Brock’s voice was meek when he interrupted the man, his eyes looking down at Brian’s (that was what Wildcat called him) pale face. 

“Who is this?” He hadn’t thought the threatening tone could get worse, but the new edge made Brock’s throat dry. 

“I-I’m Brock. I think you-you may know someone I know? Brian said-look, you can question me all you want when you get here. I won’t leave. But he’s hurt and he saved me and-please come quick.”

“Brock. Shit.” His name seemed to shift something in Wildcat’s voice, and he grunted before speaking again. “Don’t move. We’re on our way.” 

The phone hung up without a goodbye, but Brock didn’t care. He dropped the phone into his pocket before pulling Brian closer to him, trying to soothe the shivering with a soft hand against the other’s face. Even unconscious, the man leaned into it, and Brock’s heart ached at the motion. 

He silently prayed that whoever was coming would be able to save the man who’d done the same for him.

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Left Behind

A/N: This takes place during chapter 36 of Small Fry. It is written from Wheeljack’s point of view and it’s the story you guys have been asking for for a while now. You wanted to know what was happening on the other side of the portal, well here ya go!

Excerpt from Small Fry

Wheeljack’s POV

2491 words

“I have to go through now.” Wheeljack could feel his entire frame buzzing. It was a strange mixture of the energy coming off the machine in the center of the garage and the euphoria of their plan actually working.

This was actually working.

“The machine is steady and seems to be working fine.” He let his gaze drift over each person in the room. Aubrey had one arm wrapped around Wes while Wes’ servo rested on top of Taylor’s helm. Peter had chosen to stick next to Aj’s side. Bear laid on top of her feet. He had pouted when Sunstreaker disappeared through the portal and now the furry creature took comfort in Aj. “Hurry through though. It is programmed to turn off after being left inactive for five minutes.”

He stepped up to the portal, eager to experience this sort of travel for himself, and shot one last glance at the space around him. The garage had been his lab of sorts while he was here, but he couldn’t find it in himself to feel sad he was leaving it. Wheeljack was ready to be back in his own surroundings and couldn’t wait to give Aj, Peter, and the others a tour of how a proper lab should look. If Ratchet would even let him, that is.

Wheeljack retracted his mask so his friends could see his grin, “See you soon!”

The last thing he saw was Peter returning his smile and the twins waving at him before he stepped through the portal. Light blinded his optics and a flash of warmth washed over him briefly. Both occurrences were brief and his next few steps were now on grass rather than concrete.

Wheeljack quickly restarted his optics to try and regain his vision and was met with the watchful gaze of Autobots and Decepticons alike. The garage had been replaced with Oregon greenery, tall trees surrounding the small clearing they were in with a thick fog beginning to roll in.

“Oh wow, it really did work!” He chirped and let his mask click back into place.

“I’m going to ignore the surprise in your tone.” Ratchet grumbled.

The medic stood closest to the glowing portal and was knelt on one knee. He couldn’t see it, but Wheeljack would bet all his energon reserves that the mech was prepared and had his scanners ready for the next portal travelers.

Wheeljack glanced back over the group to see not everyone was here. Near the back Optimus stood beside Megatron. At first glance it seemed casual, but he could now see the tenseness in both mech’s frames. Prime had one arm slightly raised in a position where he could bring his weapon forth in only a human second. Megatron on the other hand, though tense, only stared at the portal in anticipation.

Near them were the seeker trine and they took a similar stance with Sideswipe and Sunstreaker standing close enough to attack if needed. Thundercracker had his arms crossed over his chassis while Skywarp lazily leaned on him and Starscream glared at Megatron.

Soundwave, Barricade, and Grimlock were nowhere to be seen.

“We’re pretty sure Grimlock went to find the other dinobots.” Jazz answered the question that sat in Wheeljack’s processors. “And Soundy went to ‘is kids.”

“Barricade?”

“Left.” Jazz shrugged, “Only these mechs wanted to stick around an’ make sure our pals came through alright.”

Ratchet pinged him over the comms and it brought Wheeljack’s attention into focus. He turned back to the portal, “Right. Bear should be the next through. Any moment now.”

As if on cue, there was a bright flash of purple bringing Wheeljack’s attention back to the portal where Bear ran out. The puppy seemed disorientated, falling over his own pedes briefly, and had to pause to shake himself wildly. After that though, he barked and immediately made his way to where Sunstreaker stood.

“Bear’s scans are normal.” Ratchet announced.

Sunstreaker made a clicking noise of disapproval at Bear who chose to curl up next to his pede and lick the mech’s yellow armor. He clicked again at the dog, “Go to Bee. Go.”

Bear licked the frontliner one more time before bouncing over to Bumblebee who bent over and picked up the dog with a grin.

Wheeljack smiled behind his mask in relief. Bear being normal boded well for the others who had yet to come through. He quickly checked his internal chronometer to keep track of the time between each passage when he realized that time hadn’t changed. “Wait-”

“Did you see your chronometer?” Bluestreak guessed by what he assumed was the shocked look on his faceplates, “Yeah, it’s like no time passed and we never left! Optimus said he found out when he commed Ironhide to find out what was happening and Ironhide had no idea what Prime was going on about.”

Wheeljack hummed and tried to wrap his processors around this new information. It was a puzzling phenomenon. Time not having moved at all was evidence that they hadn’t just traveled through the barriers of the multiverse, but rather through time itself. Were the two correlated? Could one pick to travel through one or the other rather than both at the same time? Preceptor would be so excited to go over this new data with him.

It was endlessly unusual.

A flash of red and a scream of pain was all it took to make Wheeljack’s mood plummet.

Wes had come through, as planned, but he had collapsed to the grass with denta clenched in pain. His skin was pale and there was a sheen shine of sweat across his brow.

“It— God, it hurts!” Wes cried and a scream slipped through his lips, “I’m on fire.” Ratchet had scanned him quickly and transformed while simultaneously activating his holoform. Wes was clawing at his legs, “Ratchet! What is happening!? I can’t— God, I can’t— Argh!”

Ratchet shook his holoform’s head, “It’s your nerves. They’re malfunctioning from the level L1 and down. We have to get you to the hospital now. They can put you under and control the pain but—”

The medic’s words hung in the air. Sharp and panicked. Ratchet didn’t need to continue because everyone already knew. There was a collective fear that the group in the field shared.

“The kids— The kids come through next!” Wes barked, “You gotta— you gotta stop them.” He clenched his teeth again in pain and Wes’ optics fluttered as if he was going to pass out from the pain. “Wheeljack…”

Starscream spoke up, “You can’t make alterations on this side and there is no way to go through the portal again. It isn’t set for a location or time. Someone traveling through could end up anywhere.”

The scientist’s tone was bored, but there was a strain there he tried to hide. Optics shot to Wheeljack, but he couldn’t argue against Starscream’s words. The mech was right. Wheeljack had never felt this useless before as he stared at the swirling portal in dread.

“Stop fighting it, let your body pass out.” Ratchet snapped. Wes’ body was shaking in pain and exhaustion, but the male refused to let his optics close.

A flash of green and Wheeljack’s chassis ached.

The small twins stepped through while holding each other’s servos, but they remained standing. Wheeljack scanned them as thoroughly as he could and vented air in relief at the normal scans he got. There was a small abnormal value each twin had, but it didn’t seem to need immediate attention. Taylor and Tyler were grinning as their optics danced over each mech.

“Their scans are normal.” He announced quickly and passed them on to Ratchet.

“Oh, thank God.” Wes breathed in relief before blacking out. His head slumped back against Ratchet’s arms.

The comment had caught the twins’ attention and anxiety filled their optics when they stared at their father. Tyler looked confused while Taylor looked more fearful. The young femme had always been more sensitive. She was always quicker to notice when something was amiss.

“Is daddy ok?” Taylor asked quickly.

“He’s fine, youngling. How do you feel?” Ratchet lied to them. It was then that Wheeljack noticed the twins were starting to waver. He froze in fear at the sight of their shoulders relaxing and their optics fluttering. “Bluestreak, grab them.”

Bluestreak didn’t hesitate to scoop them up as they slipped into stasis. Before anyone could question or panic, the medic dismissed his holoform and transformed to his bipedal mode, “They’re fine. Their systems were stressed, and it pushed them into exhaustion, but they are healthy.”

Ratchet knelt down to keep one servo over Wes’ body. The human couldn’t be moved due to his injury, even Wheeljack knew that. The twins were fine though. The twins were fine. He didn’t understand this, by all means it made no sense, but Wheeljack couldn’t help but find comfort in the fact that they were safe. Was it random? Was it by age? The confusion made him uncomfortable and it wasn’t over yet.

A flash of pink, and a confused Peter stumbled into the field.

Everyone watched as the boy stared back at the portal. He seemed to pay the mechs around him no attention whatsoever. His optics bounced from his empty servo to the portal and back. He shook his helm, “Aj?”

“He’s healthy.” Ratchet announced after a scan. “Peter, you’re going to start feeling tired—”

“Aj? Where is—?” Peter turned around to face the mechs.

“What do you mean ‘where is Aj?’” Sideswipe snapped in panic.

Jazz stepped forward and knelt down, “Pete, what’s happenin’?”

“We were going to go through together.” He answered and walked toward the mech only to stumble over his own feet, his optics growing heavy, “We— we, we were holding hands.”

Prowl stepped around Jazz to catch Peter before the boy collapsed to the ground. Jazz was frozen in his spot, frame tense. Wheeljack had never fully understood the human expression of ‘having the air sucked out of their lungs’ since he didn’t require oxygen like they did, but right at this moment it became very clear what they meant. Hearing Peter’s words had felt like a dinobots plowing into him.

Wheeljack found himself moving before he fully understood his action. He leaped toward the swirling portal. He had to get to Aj and Aubrey. Something was wrong and they were stuck, and it was his fault.

It was his fault.

“Wheeljack!” Ratchet called out.

He was only a step away when someone tackled him to the ground, hard. Wheeljack tore at the arms and tried to free himself. Jazz’s voice was right by his helm as he held on tighter, “You can’t go back through. I want to as well, Jack, but it won’t take you back to where we need.”

“It might! We don’t actually know that!” Wheeljack argued and fought harder. “Let me go!”

“I can’t do that, Jackie.” Jazz replied, pain evident in his own voice.

The portal flashed again, Wheeljack didn’t even have time to look over at the color, but he watched as Aubrey fell through and onto her knees. Tears were streaming from her optics and she looked absolutely devastated. Wheeljack stopped fighting in shock as a silence settled over the field.

“Where is she?” Sunstreaker was the one to finally break the spell, “Where the frag is she!?”

Aubrey’s optics landed on Wes, confusion washing over her small features, but Wheeljack could see a decision made in her blue optics. She snapped her attention over to him and ran over, “You have to fix the portal! You have to fix it! She can’t— Aj is stuck on the other side!”

More movement, a yellow and red blur. Wheeljack blinked in shock as he watched Optimus wrap his arms around a kicking and cursing Sideswipe, stopping him from nearing the portal. Sunstreaker was still moving though and Wheeljack knew Prime couldn’t stop both twins. His shock grew when he watched Megatron tackle Sunstreaker to the ground. The Decepticon pinned the ex-gladiator to the ground while Sunstreaker screamed expletives at him.

“Wheeljack please!” Aubrey screamed. She didn’t seem to be tiring like the children had or in extreme pain like Wes had been.

Wheeljack fought against Jazz harder, the saboteur only doubling his efforts in keeping him down. His chronometer was counting down. The portal had been inactive for too long. It was going to disappear soon and that would leave him with very little options.

“Jazz you have to let me go! I have to go through!” Wheeljack cried in Cybertronian. Jazz was cursing himself in Cybertronian, hating his actions, but refusing to let the engineer go. Wheeljack had never felt desperation like this before. His servo reached out and clawed at the Earth in a pathetic attempt to get closer but to no avail.

Aubrey had fallen to the ground, not due to exhaustion but due to desolation. The small human sobbed loudly; her arms wrapped around her frame. The beeping of his chronometer only grew quicker, a final warning, and then he watched as the portal faded away. No one in the field spoke. Even the twins had stopped cursing to stare at the space where the portal used to be. In fact, the only sound that could be heard was Aubrey’s wailing cries.

Jazz’s arms went slack, he rolled over to bury his faceplate into the earth. His servo punched the ground once, hard, and he didn’t move again. Wheeljack slowly stood up and his hand drifted to his spark. There was an ache there at his failure. Aj’s bond was still there, but it was hollow. She was too far away to make an impact.

Optimus spoke up, but Wheeljack didn’t hear a word. He had left her. He had left his friend behind. Aj had been all alone when she first came to meet them. She had let them in. She had trusted them, trusted him, and what had that cost her? She was now alone in an empty garage. Wheeljack owed Aj his life and this is how he repaid her. His wrecker brethren would be ashamed of him. Pit, he was ashamed of himself.

Wheeljack had left Aj behind.

[friendlylocalwhumper]

"You didn't mean it?! Come on, you know exactly what you just said. Say it again!"

Lux is watching one of his friends - Emory's friends - looking for the right thing to say as he's yelled at; he has to step in, deescalate. If he doesn't, there will be more yelling, maybe things being slammed and doors being thrown open, people storming out. This is his house, Lux doesn't want anyone angry here. If Emory was still beside him on the couch, if he hadn't gone out to the store to grab some more snacks, this would be resolved already.

"You're a goddamn warlock sympathizer," The one who's been yelling, a friend of a friend who was invited to hang out tonight, accuses with a finger jabbed toward the one who pissed him off. "There's nothing you can say to change my mind."

Lux wants them all gone, now. The word warlock has been growled like a filthy, ugly slur, and Lux doesn't feel comfortable with that, doesn't feel especially safe right now. He needs to stop this before it gets worse. Raising his hands, palms forward in a placating gesture, he steps forward. Steps between the two who are arguing. "Hey, there's - there's no need to yell. You're not hearing him out."

The guy looks furious at someone stepping in. "You one too? You don't think warlocks are criminals, killers, huh?"

Someone from behind Lux tries to help by speaking up. "He didn't say that, no one said that. But, man, you're a guest here, show some respect, huh? We don't talk politics when we're hanging out."

Lux steps back when that makes the angry guy, Shane, advance. "No, no, we're gonna talk about it. Get out of my way, Lux, I just wanna talk with him."

On the topic of magic, non-warlocks don't just talk. They hurt people, kill them. Lux holds his ground. "No," He answers, quiet in his determination. He's not exactly scared right now - being in his own living room, with his friends behind him, keeps what would usually be fear at just plain nervous energy. "Please leave."

A hand shoves against his chest, forcing him to stumble back, and Lux blinks in confusion. It takes him a moment to register that he was just pushed in anger. Like this is an argument on a playground. Humiliation buds in his stomach, because he knows that the fear is coming quick, and he's going to back down whether he wants to or not. Shane follows, since Lux is still in the way, and it takes everything in the warlock not to apologize.

Lux's friends have circled around, gotten closer, but the shove must have looked more gentle than it felt. It wasn't an attack, really; maybe Lux was actually in the wrong, standing in the way, and no one's certain that he should keep pissing Shane off.

"He's a piece of shit for what he said," Shane hisses, jerking his head toward the one behind Lux, still unable to find the words that feel right to respond with. "Warlocks not being so bad. Tsk." Lux had liked the comment, liked the casual neutral (positive?) thought shared after they all watched a government-sanctioned anti-magic ad on TV. He didn't think someone would get all up in arms about it. "Warlocks killed my uncle."

Silence falls, and Lux feels like the mood changes from being aimed against Shane to possibly sympathizing with him. Will all of Emory's friends really stand aside and let someone beat one among them for a harmless comment about warlocks?

"I'm sorry for your loss," Lux offers nervously. "I just, I think - I think we can talk about it j-just fine without, without fighting. I n-, I need you to calm down. Please."

"Calm down?!" Shane grabs Lux's shirt in one fist and slams the other into the side of his head. Lux cries out in surprise with the blow, reeling, trying to pry the hand off his shirt so he can get away. "Step the fuck off!"

With a massive shove, Shane sends Lux stumbling backward, away from the group. Lux knocks over the little table by the windows and falls to the floor, cupping his throbbing cheek with a shaking hand and ducking his head down, shoulders scrunching up defensively.

There's yelling, cursing, more shoving, over where the group stands. Shane is outnumbered, and Emory's friends push him out the door, slamming it and muttering in anger. Lux listens hard for further danger as he tries to keep his breathing even.

"God, Emory's gonna kill that guy. Hey, Lux. Lux, you okay over there, man?"

Someone's walking toward him. Acutely aware of the six guys still in the house, all focused on Lux and probably wondering why he's still on the floor, the warlock pushes himself up to his feet and hopes that he doesn't sway noticeably. "I-I'm okay." He's not. He's replaying every hint of aggression, every word, every development in his head. He could have prevented it from escalating into violence. He could have been more confident and told Shane to leave as soon as he got worked up. Now the glass vase that was on the table is broken, and every shard lying on the floor grates at Lux's nerves. He needs to clean it up, and right the table and chairs, and poke at his cheek while staring in the mirror to guess if it'll bruise, and be alone in a quiet empty house.

Instead, he stays upright, and lowers his hand from his cheek, and takes a deep breath. Before he can think of a way to explain that he's too upset now to keep hanging out - maybe he can ask them to leave, or even just hide in the bedroom while they have fun? - someone speaks up.

"I'm sorry, Lux, I shouldn't have said that thing about warlocks, it wasn't cool. I mean, not what I said, but bringing up politics. And I should've talked 'im down, that was on me, since I riled him up."

It's Corbin, the guy who apparently thinks not all warlocks can be bad.

"Nah, what you said was cool. It's always good to say kinda edgy shit so the real jerks show their true nature. I shouldn't have invited Shane, that was my bad, Lux," Jason apologizes.

The others nod and grunt in agreement. Lux's heart flutters. "You - you guys agree with Corbin?"

"About what, warlocks? I mean, maybe. Agree with him a little more after seeing some meathead asshole try to beat him up for saying it," Tyler contributes, rubbing the back of his head.

Jason shrugs. "I wouldn't want to be near a warlock. But if one of my friends turned out to be one... or one'a my cousins... what can you do? I wouldn't want 'em to get hurt. Trying to start fights over it, it's not right. Just, you know, any magic shit, don't want it near me, that's all."

It's more acceptance, meager as it is, than Lux has ever heard out of a group of people without magic. He can't speak past his emotions.

"That okay by you, Lux? I mean, if you don't want to hear this stuff in your house, that's fair, I know it's -"

"No! No, I - I'm just, nervous, after..." Lux gestures toward the door, then walks hesitantly toward the group that he sees so differently now. "Do you... what do you guys think about cops?"

"Buncha assholes," Corbin answers immediately, and shrugs when one of the guys looks surprised at that being said out loud. "I mean, seriously. I don't care why they're arresting someone, you don't drag somebody outta their bed, throw them in a cop car in the middle of the night, scare their momma."

There's a chorus of agreement, and they keep talking, all sitting back down, sharing their thoughts on the law and warlocks and things that are never, ever talked about openly. Lux can scarcely breathe, he's so anxious, but this is amazing, it's - he never thought it was possible. He listens raptly, nodding in agreement sometimes, getting constant thrills of excitement at increasingly brave admissions of sympathy toward warlocks. When he thought of Emory coming home to find him cowering on the floor with a bruising cheek, he thought Em might be disappointed, his fun night ruined; now, now Emory might be proud. Lux is proud of himself, and of Emory's friends. It was so worth being hit and yelled at to get a chance to see this.

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What Happens in Vegas Bennguin, 3k, Mature Also on AO3

A few of the boys are still lounging around the pool even though the party’s died down. The rest of them drunkenly found their way into Jamie’s hotel room for video games and more drinking.

Jamie is loose and content on the bed, leaning back against the headboard. It’s the first time since the game seven double overtime loss that he hasn’t felt like throwing himself off a cliff, and he’s indulging the feeling. Drinking whatever shitty beer one of the guys hands him, watching Dicky absolutely mop the floor with Brett in Madden, letting Tyler be overly handsy and obnoxious beside him as he chirps the boys a little too loudly.

Eventually everyone breaks off to find their own fun. The sun’s still up, but they’ve been at it all day, so Jamie honestly wouldn’t mind just putting on a movie and then sleeping all the way up to their flight back tomorrow.

Tyler ends up the last one in the room with him, still sitting on the bed beside each other, as Janny determinedly heads out the door on his way to an ill-advised hookup that Tyler won’t stop falling all over himself laughing about.

Once Tyler’s able to catch his breath, he snorts and shrugs. “Well. ’What happens in Vegas,’ am I right?” he grins and takes another swig of his beer.

Jamie is just sober enough to know the next words out of his mouth are a bad idea, and just drunk enough to say them anyway. “Hey, does that mean-- Like, if I were to tell you something while we’re here, we could just leave it behind when we get back to Dallas? Just, you know, pretend I never said it?”

Tyler laughs again and nudges Jamie with his elbow, raising a crooked eyebrow. “This you asking for a free pass to rip me a new one? Go for it, man, I can take it.”

Jamie frowns. “What would I want to lay into you for?”

“I don’t know. Lack of scoring? Snagging the last beer?” He raises said beer up for emphasis, and then knocks back the rest of it.

“If I’m pissed at anyone for lack of scoring, Seggy, it’s myself.”

The change in Tyler’s expression at that is immediate, from drunken goofball to Serious Business Alternate Captain mode in .2 seconds flat. Jamie’s kind of in awe of the way the look highlights just how much Tyler’s grown up in the years since he got to Dallas.

“Hey man, we talked about this. We both had slumps. And we both did a lot of good shit too. If you start beating up on yourself again, I swear I’m gonna--”

“No, Segs, I’m not-- I’m good. You don’t have to worry.”

An easy smile tugs at Tyler’s lips as he slips right back into being pleasantly inebriated and carefree, slinging an arm around Jamie’s shoulders as if to emphasize that. “I always worry about you, Chubbs.”

He says it so casually that the words really shouldn’t make Jamie feel like he just got run into the boards.

But that breathless, helpless feeling that Tyler always manages to inspire in Jamie without even trying doesn’t excuse what Jamie does next.

“I’m gay,” he says.

Because he’s an idiot.

Tyler blinks dumbly at him for a couple seconds, and then starts to laugh.

And then abruptly stops when he sees Jamie is obviously not gonna be laughing with him.

“Holy shit,” he breathes, pulling his arm off of Jamie’s shoulders.

Jamie swallows thickly at the loss of its comforting weight, wondering if that’s his answer to the unspoken question of, Is that okay? Are we still good? He suddenly feels a lot more sober than he did thirty seconds ago.

“Stays in Vegas,” he reiterates, trying not to pass out in fear of how the rest of this conversation is going to go. Why the fuck did he finally say it out loud. And to Tyler of all people, the one guy it would pretty much devastate Jamie to get a bad reaction to this from.

Tyler puts both hands up, wide-eyed. “Of course! I wouldn’t-- fuck, are you actually serious right now? Chubbs, it’s been years. And you never--”

“It’s the NHL, Segs,” he interrupts. “And with the C... Obviously none of the guys can know.”

“They wouldn’t--”

“You don’t know that.”

Tyler looks down at his now empty beer bottle, picking at the peeling label for a long moment.

The prolonged silence is doing nothing to help Jamie’s looming panic attack. “Look, if you’re uncomfortable, it’s fine.” It’s really not, but Jamie is used to hiding heartache. “Like I said, we’re gonna pretend this whole conversation never happened, right? Nothing has to change.”

God, he hopes nothing changes. It would fucking break him if Seggy started treating him differently because of this. Damn it, why did he open his mouth at all?

Tyler’s eyes are still downcast. But then he sighs and leans over to set the beer bottle on the night stand. When he straightens, he locks his gaze with Jamie’s, his expression almost solemn. “Are you seeing anyone?”

The question catches Jamie off guard. He frowns, his brow furrowed in confusion. “No?”

Tyler nods once, decisive. And then leans in and kisses him.

To say Jamie is shocked would be an understatement. His whole body locks up, frozen, and his thoughts stutter to a halt. He doesn’t even have the presence of mind to catalogue the feeling of Tyler’s lips on his before Tyler is pulling back with a small frown. “Shit. Did I read that wrong?”

Jamie just stares at him, unable to process what’s just happened.

“Ah fuck, I’m sorry, man. I totally thought--”

“You kissed me,” Jamie manages.

Tyler looks at him like he thinks Jamie’s being intentionally obtuse. “Yeah? Duh? And I woulda done it a bajillion years ago if I thought I wouldn’t get punched for it.” He leans a little further away from Jamie. “Wait, am I gonna get punched for it?”

A hysterical little laugh bubbles up out of Jamie. He never thought this was a possibility, never allowed himself to even imagine...

He grabs a handful of Tyler’s T-shirt and reels him back in.

This kiss is long, slow and searching, the both of them active participants moving together like they already know exactly how the other will respond. Like the sixth sense they have on the ice somehow miraculously also applies to this.

When they come up for air, panting against each other’s swollen lips, Jamie has to squeeze his eyes shut tight and grip Tyler’s hips with bruising fingers to try to ground himself.

“What happens in Vegas?” Tyler asks breathlessly, but with a sort of timid caution that lets Jamie know what he’s really asking.

“It doesn’t have to. If you... It doesn’t have to stay here.”

“You sure?” He’s got one hand in Jamie’s hair and the other resting on Jamie’s thigh, slowly inching its way higher.

“Do you wanna know exactly how long I’ve been trying not to fall in love with you? Because it’s been a while.”

Tyler laughs, delighted. His face is so open and bright with his joy that Jamie can’t help but kiss him again. He wants to wrap Tyler up in his arms and never let go. He wants to be the cause of Tyler’s joy for the rest of their lives.

“If you need the receipts on how long I’ve been mooning over your stupid ass just ask Spez. He’s been throwing balls of tape at my head in the locker room every time I get too obvious about it since day fucking one.”

“Good to know.” Jamie grins. And then, a nervous stutter of his heart: “So Spez is cool with...”

Tyler purses his lips into something not quite a frown but close enough. It looks a little sad. “You know, a lot of them would be.” Jamie opens his mouth to argue, but Tyler beats him to it. “Just consider it, Cap. But not now. Right now the only thing I want you considering is my dick.”

Jamie doesn’t have the chance to roll his eyes and groan at that because Tyler heaves himself up to straddle him and start kissing again in earnest. And then Jamie’s groaning for an entirely different reason, bucking his hips up against the hard line of Tyler’s growing erection beneath his swim shorts.

Jamie tugs at Tyler’s shirt. “Off, off,” he pants against Tyler’s mouth. “Can’t believe you put a shirt on at all today.”

Tyler leans back and pulls she shirt over his head, while Jamie does the same with his own. “You keep your hotel room too cold,” he whines with an over the top pout.

Jamie gives him an unimpressed look. “You’re from Canada. You make a living being on ice.”

“Okay, okay, quit fucking chirping me and get naked already,” he says around laughter, like he’s never had this much fun. Jamie feels the same way. Being turned on while making fun of each other is a unique concept for him in the bedroom and he doesn’t know why it’s never been like this before. Maybe because he’s never had sex with someone who was a friend first.

Tyler rolls off of him so he can take off his shorts and then toss them clear across the room while Jamie eases out of his own. When Tyler turns back to face him, Jamie pounces and pins him to the bed with all of his weight.

“God that’s hot,” Tyler breathes, pupils blown.

Jamie grinds down into him, causing Tyler to close his eyes and throw his head back with a low groan. Then Jamie reaches down between them and takes them both in hand.

There is always something about watching Tyler without clothes on that feels like watching a performance. He is so fully aware when even a random phone’s camera is nearby, or where everyone’s eyes are immediately drawn whether they want to be or not. But it is very much a show, even at his most relaxed. Like he’s certain that no one in proximity would ever look at him as more than what he wants them to see: something to admire, to covet, to watch.

This is different. This feels like the show is just for Jamie’s eyes alone, and if anyone else were to try to intrude, everything about Tyler would shift. This is a Tyler just for the two of them. A Tyler that knows that Jamie’s lust is about more than just his body.

Neither of them last long, and thank god because Jamie’s embarrassingly hard just from getting to put his dick anywhere near those abs.

Tyler comes with a choked off shout. Jamie is so surprised by the fact that he goes first, and so turned on by the face Tyler makes, that he’s coming himself seconds later.

Tyler strokes him through the aftershocks. And when Jamie starts to softly whine at the overstimulation, he shimmies up the bed until they’re face to face, heads lying on the same pillow.

For a long moment the only sounds are their labored breaths and the muted noise of the strip outside the hotel room window. The further from the high of his orgasm Jamie gets, the more worried he is about what’s going through Tyler’s head. He admitted to an attraction to Jamie, but that doesn’t mean...

“...Hey,” Tyler says, oddly cautious, like he’s dipping his toes into water he’s already certain will be too cold.

“Uh, hey,” Jamie shoots back on reflex, a little too short for the situation, a little too closed off just on instinct. Shit. He can feel the air in the room shift to something wary, and this whole thing is about to get blamed on alcohol and fucking Vegas, isn’t it?

Tyler studies Jamie’s left shoulder for a long moment, pointedly not meeting his eyes. And then he rolls over so he’s on his back, several inches of space between them. He keeps his gaze on the ceiling as he says, evenly, “Okay. So. I’m gonna go.”

Jamie reaches out for him before he can second guess himself, wrapping a hand around Tyler’s tattooed forearm to keep him from getting out of bed. “Wait.”

“It’s fine, man. We don’t have to--”

“You said ‘since day one.’”

Tyler swallows thickly. “I did. And you said ‘falling in love.’”

Jamie nods. “I did.”

A small smile starts to tug at the edge of Tyler’s lips, and he does a poor job of tamping it down. “Well then I guess I’m not going anywhere, am I?”

His tone is amused and hopeful, but there’s enough of a question in his eyes that Jamie feels the need to confirm what he now suspects is true. He pulls Tyler into him, and Tyler falls against his chest without resistance. Jamie kisses him, quick and firm. “I’m keeping you for as long as I can get away with.”

“Might be awhile.” he smirks a little, playful and coy.

Jamie smirks right back. “Good.”

They manage to fit a couple more rounds in, along with room service and an HBO doc that Jamie is going to remember exactly zero of thanks to Tyler’s rudely talented mouth.

Jamie wakes up the next morning to Tyler having stolen all the blankets, burrowed down into them, his face hardly visible while his forehead is pressed into Jamie’s shoulder. It’s possibly the best way Jamie’s ever woken up, even with the mild hangover.

At the airport, waiting for their flight back to Dallas, Jamie finds himself in line at Starbucks next to Klinger. The guy is very obviously hungover, so are the rest of them, and looks like he’s going to fall over if he doesn’t get some coffee into his system in the next five minutes.

Jamie can relate, even if he’s more just tired than hungover, and so doesn’t chirp him when he yawns twice in a row and then nearly stumbles backwards into a shelf of travel mugs. He does laugh though, to which Klinger rolls his eyes and slugs him the arm, but he’s got a smile on his face.

“Hey, you have fun last night after we left? Or did you just stay in and watch TV like the old man you are?” His tone is teasing as they shuffle forward in line, though still a good six people away from the register.

Jamie considers his answer for a moment, and then considers John. His other A. Dependable and honest and just... a good guy. A guy Jamie trusts.

“Nah, I hung out with Seggy. He kept me pretty busy.” He doesn’t imbue any innuendo into it, his tone light. But he figures if Tyler really has been that obvious in the past, that maybe Klinger will read into it anyway.

And judging by the way John’s eyes widen slightly as he stares at Jamie and Jamie stares evenly right back, it looks like he was right. “Oh.”

Jamie purses his lips and waits, heart in his throat.

But then Klinger grins and punches Jamie in the arm again, only this time hard enough in his enthusiasm that Jamie winces. “Fuck yeah, man. It’s about god damn time.”

Jamie laughs and throws an arm around John to pull him into a side hug. “Yeah, I guess it is.”

He glances over at where the rest of the guys are sitting at the terminal several yards away, immediately homing in on one body in particular. Sunk down low in his seat, limbs sprawled out wide, nodding his head along to whatever music he’s got coming through his air pods. Tyler looks as relaxed as ever, and so casually, effortlessly gorgeous that Jamie can’t believe he gets to have that.

No, not just have, but keep.

And maybe even get to tell a few people about it. Have people be happy for him out in the open, instead of solely in his most rare and hidden and buried fantasies.

It doesn’t feel real, especially beneath the hot desert sun streaming in through the big windows and the slot machines making noise at the other end of the causeway. But Klinger wrapping an arm around Jamie’s waist and hugging back, laughing delightedly against Jamie’s shoulder, solidifies it. Helps Jamie feel even more confident that this definitely doesn’t have to stay in Vegas.

He gets to take this feeling home with him.

[pheebs1864]

Without AmazingPhil

Warning: Smut +18

Phil never became a Youtuber so Dan never found him online. Dan never met Phil and he continued trying to get his law degree. One day, Dan visits a café.

Word Count: 2,687

Dan was attending the University of Manchester trying to get his law degree, the key word here was trying. He had been feeling so depressed this last year and he didn’t know how much longer he could go on like this. Going to the same school, talking to the same people, eating the same food, it was just so ordinary. He hated it.

As he walked back to his tiny little apartment in the middle of the busy city, he thought about life. He did that a lot, too much actually. He walked in the front door and flopped on to the carpet as he usually did and laid there for a while, thinking.

When he finally felt the grumbling in his stomach he sat up and walked to the kitchen. Now Dan could cook, there was no doubt about that, but he never felt like it. Day after day he would eat something basic like hot dogs or macaroni. Today he had cereal. That’s right cereal for dinner. Quite frankly he didn’t care. He grabbed the corn flakes from the cupboard and poured them into a little blue bowl. He walked to the fridge and grabbed the milk. He poured it over his cereal, which by the way is the right way to do it not this milk before cereal shit. He walked to the living room to watch YouTube on his laptop.

He sat down on his couch and grabbed his laptop, covered in stickers from out of his satchel (man purse). He opened it up on his lap and clicked on Google Chrome, typed in YouTube and all his subscriptions came up. Anthony Padilla, Markiplier, Joe Sugg, Tyler Oakley, Sprinkleofglitter, Pewdiepie, and a few more. These people were always there for Dan when he was down, and he preferred them to television. He plugged his headphones in and watched a couple new uploads. By the time he was done his cereal he was in the middle of one of Joe Sugg’s videos. He paused it to stand up walk to the kitchen and clean his bowl and spoon. He went back to his couch crease and resumed his scrolling position until late in the evening. He had a class at eight the next morning and he thought he’d better go to bed. He shut his computer and headed to his bedroom. He got undressed and threw on some Pikachu boxers before sliding underneath his black duvet. He checked his Twitter feed a couple of times, he closed his eyes and went to bed.

The next day wasn’t any better. He got up, went to class, talked to the same people, went home ate some gross, partly frozen meal and went on the Internet for his daily YouTube fix. Except there were no new uploads. Apparently, it was national go outside day or something so some Youtuber’s didn’t upload to promote healthy living, some shit like that. So, Dan sat there. What was he supposed to do now? Go outside?

I guess that would be okay, he decided to go for a walk. Maybe he would go to that new tea place his professor has mentioned. Dan didn’t like going for walks unless they had a purpose. To walk and not have a goal to get somewhere just didn’t make sense to him. Dan didn’t really like exercise or the outdoors, but he thought maybe he should give it a try. So, he started on his way, walking all along the campus until he reached the end. He pulled out his phone and typed Nearby Tea into Google maps. The third one from the top was the one his professor had mentioned so he followed its directions and headed Northeast to North Tea Power. It was about 1.4 miles according to Google, so Dan paced himself. He decided to take his time and look around at the city, it was actually quite beautiful. He never really left the campus because everything he needed was within its boundaries, so it was nice to explore for once.

It was springtime, so it was cool to see everything blooming. You know Dan was actually having a nice time just going for a walk until it started fucking raining. Like really? Dan thought, the one day I actually go outside and now all I want to do is go home. Dan ran to the nearest store front with a sheltered area to look at his phone and avoid getting totally soaked. The tea shop was only a block away, so Dan continued walking instead of waiting for the rain let up.

When he got to the shop five minutes later his hair was drenched and beginning to curl. His leather jacket repelled the water but that made the water drip down to his black skinny jeans, making them even tighter. He hung his jacket up next to some umbrellas and other jackets and went to stand in line. Dan looked up at the chalkboard menu above the barista’s head. There was a couple in front ordering, so Dan had a minute to decide.

“Ouch! What the fu-”. Dan began as the man behind him started to apologize as he steadied himself.

“I'm so sorry! I'm so clumsy, I just tripped on the floor. Are you okay? I’m sorry.”

Dan just started to laugh. He knew it was probably rude, but this guy was too adorable. He was a 6’2” pale emo boy with a black fringe. Dan gathered himself and told the tall boy he was fine.

“I'm Phil.” he said reaching out his hand out very awkwardly.

“Dan” he answered, returning the awkward handshake.

The two of them stood there for a minute before Dan could hear the barista calling next. He went up to the counter and ordered the “special” which was some green tea ice frappe something or other because he didn't actually look at the menu. As Dan reached into his pocket to fetch his wallet the emo boy that ran into him earlier put his hand on Dan’s shoulder. He passed him in line order something of his own and paid for both.

Phil turned his head to look at Dan with a smile, “It's the least I can do.”

God this guy is cute Dan thought as he sat across from Phil at a table he had chosen to sit and drink their beverages together. Dan thought it would be rude to go sit by himself after Phil had bought it for him.

“Thank you again” he said, not really knowing what else to say. Phil just responded with a smile. Dan looked out the window not wanting to hold eye contact longer than normal and saw that it wasn't raining anymore.

“Hey, would you want to go for a walk?” Phil asked. Dan did not expect that, was Phil flirting with him? Did Dan want him to be? Just fucking answer him, you look like an idiot just staring. Dan thought but damn he could get lost in those blue eyes for hours.

“Dan?” Phil asked, looking at him a little concerned.

“Oh, uh yeah, I mean sure. That sounds like fun.”

Dan thought it was so weird that this man he barely knew asked him to “go for a walk”. Who does that? Dan could have been some kind of pedophile/tramp/polar bear for all he knew, but he is not, and the walk was actually nice. They walked down the street drinking their beverages, making small talk like new friends would. It was nice to have someone to talk to.

Dan eventually had to tell Phil that he had to head back to campus. Before he left Phil asked for his phone number. Dan was hesitant at first giving this almost stranger anything real, but he looked into those innocent eyes. He could always change his number if Phil ended up being a cannibal.

A few days passed, and Dan got a phone call from an unknown number. He answered to hear a nervous Phil on the other end.

“Hi, uh Daniel? It’s Phil, I was wondering if you wanted to go see How to Train your Dragon?”.

Dan’s heart skipped a beat. First of all, no one called him Daniel but hearing Phil say it he liked it, second of all, this is a date, right? Is Phil even gay? He was so confused. “Yes!” Dan said too enthusiastically. Dan was surprised with his own words. He didn’t expect to answer so quickly but his heart took control for a minute.

Phil sounded really happy, but he was obviously trying to hide it and pass it off as the “cool dude”. “Okay cool! I’ll meet you at the theatre at eight forty-five.” he said, before he hung up abruptly.

Dan texted him after asking which theatre and they both had a laugh.

It was 8:40 and Dan kept checking his watch as he stood outside the theatre waiting for Phil. He wore his good button up black shirt, black skinny jeans and white Vans. He tried on so many outfits before he decided on what he always wore.

Why am I so nervous? he asked himself. Should I have brought flowers? Who pays? Do we hug? Oh lord it’s been a while since I’ve been on a date.

Then he saw Phil. As he stepped out of the taxi Dan’s mind went completely blank. He watched as the tall boy in the leather jacket walked up to him.

“Hey Daniel. You ready to go? I got the tickets online, but do you want some popcorn or something?”

He seemed so much more confident than on the phone earlier and it was kind of turning Dan on. Dan just smiled, “ummm, you like Maltesers?”

They sat down in the back of the theatre even though no one else was there. Dan thought he saw an older couple in the front, but it was pretty much dead other than that. They got settled and the movie started.

About half way through Phil reached over and Dan assumed he wanted some Maltesers but as he moved his hand to offer him some Phil rested his hand on his thigh. Oh my lord. Jesus help me, Dan thought. He just about jumped in his seat but he restrained himself. Okay this was definitely a date. I mean they were flirting all night and a couple times their hands touched over popcorn, but Dan thought it was too good to be true.

Dan looked over at Phil who was casually watching the movie eating popcorn with the other hand. While Dan over here was silently freaking out. What do I do? Am I supposed to react? He admitted it did feel pretty good.

Right as Dan began to settle down and focus on the movie again, although he had no idea what was going on because his mind was otherwise occupied. Phil decided that he’d start to move his hand upwards. UPWARDS. Dan’s now growing erection was not helping him stay calm. He was frozen. Apparently, Phil just wanted to give Dan a mini heart attack because he stopped right before he hit anything other than thigh.

Dan slightly in shock of what his mind just went through looked at Phil. Phil looked back at him and without hesitation, Dan leaned in and kissed him. Before Dan could regret anything and pull back Phil leaned in. He tangled his fingers in Dan’s hair as he slid his tongue across his lower lip. Dan opened his mouth slightly allowing Phil to explore his mouth. Phil, adjusting his angle placed his hand on Dan’s crotch. Dan moaned into their kiss.

Phil pulled away and smiled at him. “Oh, you like that?” He pushed down a bit harder making Dan bite down on his lip to keep another moan from escaping his lips. Phil seemed to like that reaction. He grabbed Dan and forcefully pulled him onto his lap so they were face to face. He brought him closer for another kiss and with his other hand he started to undo Dan’s belt. Dan pulled away, “Phil, I don’t know if this is a good idea, somebody could hear us or –”. Dan was cut off by Phil pulling his head backwards leaving his neck exposed. He kissed his way up Dan’s neck and whispered into his ear, “Then you better be quiet.”.

Dan didn’t know what he was more turned on by, the fact that Phil was so dominant or that they were in the middle of a movie theatre. Phil looked at Dan for approval. Dan shook his head and that’s all Phil needed. He undid Dan’s pants the rest of the way and motioned for Dan to take them off. Once they were off Dan was standing in front of Phil in just his boxers and a button-up shirt. Phil grabbed Dan by his hips and placed him back on his lap. Dan hadn’t notice till now that Phil was now free from his trousers. His cock fully erect and inches away from Dan. Phil kissed Dan again, more forcefully, nipping his lower lip as he began palming him through his boxers. Dan moaned into Phil mouth as he unwilling thrusted into Phil’s hand. Phil took that as a good sign as he pulled Dan’s boxers down and gripped his throbbing cock already slicked with precum. “Is that all for me?” Phil asked as Dan crumbled beneath his grip. Phil moved his hands away from Dan’s cock with a disappointed whimper from Dan before slicking himself with Dan’s precum. Phil got Dan to stand slightly as he positioned himself. “Need to stretch me first. Please Phi-“ Dan was pushed down onto Phil’s cock as he covered Dan’s mouth to keep him from screaming. Dan was so happy that he had fucked himself with his dildo before class that morning or that would have hurt a lot more. Oh god it felt good. Phil took a minute to adjust himself before beginning to move.

“Ahh… yes… please, please.”

“What are you asking for Daniel? Speak up princess.”

“Harder. Need you. Please Daddy.”

Dan didn’t mean to say that, he sometimes watches a bit too much porn, but he didn’t regret saying it because Phil absolutely lost it. He pounded Dan’s ass so hard that he would be surprised if either of them could walk the next day. Phil moved slightly adjusting and

“Oh Fuck!”

Phil hit Dan’s spot just right and Phil knew it. “Gonna cum for me baby? Right here, all over your pretty stomach. Let me lick it off you?” He thrusted into Dan’s ass.

“If you cum right now I’ll fill your tight hole up nice.”

With that Dan came all over himself in the middle of a semi-empty movie theatre. Dan now coming down from his high was still being pounded by Phil. He moaned, “You take my cock so nice Daniel. Such a good boy.” Phil whispered into Dan’s ear.

Phil looked at Dan as if to ask permission one more time before cumming into Dan. He pulled Dan off him and handed him his boxers. Dan looked around for a napkin to clean some of the cum off his stomach and as he picked one up Phil stopped him “Put your clothes on. You’re a filthy boy and you deserve to stay like that till I get you home.”

Dan obeyed and got dressed. They waited till the movie was over and Phil got them a cab. He even opened the door for Dan. What a gentlemen Dan thought to himself. They got out of the cab and Phil walked Dan to his dorm. “I had a good time.” Phil commented. “Me too.” Phil kissed him on the forehead and left. Dan closed the door behind him, slid down the door and sat. “I’m going to marry that man.” He smiled to himself.

[dyde21]

Kick To The Face

Hey! This is a short story I’ve had in my head for ages. This one involves my OC’s Tyler and Ashe and a training accident. I honestly love these two so much, they mean the world to me. I hope you guys can give this story a chance as well. Cheers!

“Don't just stand there! Keep moving!” Ami's voice called out as she set down her water bottle.

Across the mat, Tyler grunted in response. “I'm trying! It's not exactly easy.” He replied, bringing both of his arms up to block another kick from Ashe. Stepping back, he managed to avoid Ashe's follow up kick, before quickly running to the side.

Ashe followed through with her motion, her eyes locked on Tyler's as she stared at him intently, never leaving him despite her spin. Gracefully, as if she was dancing, she sprung up from the kick and dashed after Tyler. Quickly over taking him, she planted her foot and spun around again, delivering a powerful kick towards his chest.

Tyler managed to raise his guard in time, but he slid back a foot from the sheer impact of the blow. He raised his arms to follow up, but Ashe feinted and landed a clean punch in his side, making him stagger a bit.

He let out a wheeze of air, and saw Ashe's hands hesitate for just a moment. Her eyes betrayed concern, and almost regret. She was practically using him as a punching bag, and she hated it more than he did.

“Keep pressuring, Ashe!” Ami barked out an order, her voice eerily level.

“Yes Ma'am!” Ashe replied, quickly delivering two low kicks to Tyler's legs before she spun around and delivered a heavy one to his side.

Not having a chance to counter, Tyler once again only barely managed to scrape by with blocking her kick. He tried stepping forward to throw a punch, but his leg was protesting. Ashe had delivered too many low kicks, his leg was being sluggish responding to his wishes.

“You aren't fighting back, Tyler! What, you scared of hurting her?” Ami called out, challenging him.

Ashe raised an eyebrow, hopping back for a moment as she caught her breath.

Tyler shook his head. “No! T-That's not it! You made it very clear last time I shouldn't be afraid of that.”

Ashe nodded, smirking slightly. “Good. We aren't just two teens hanging around. You aren't assaulting me, we're sparring. Now fight back!” She reassured him, again. She knew Tyler detested the idea of hitting women, a fact she usually found endearing. He didn't want to hit anyone for that matter. But they weren't your average teenagers. They had to fight for their lives regularly. If he refused to fight back in a match like this, not only was it an insult to her skill, but it could be a grave mistake. Ashe would never seriously intentionally hurt him, but she wouldn't be his only opponent. Ashe wasn't about to lose her boyfriend because he was too scared to fight back against a woman trying to kill him. It was a lesson he had to learn.

But Ashe knew that wasn't the main issue right now.

“I'm trying to!” He snapped as he lunged forward, with a fast jab. He felt frustration bubbling up within him.

Ashe narrowed her eyes. He was still too slow. His movements had too much looseness. She could see what he was doing a mile away. Stepping forward, she spun as she dodged the punch, following through and slamming her elbow into the back of his head. She was about to stop, but her eyes caught Ami's. A shiver shot up Ashe's spine at the sight. Very rarely did she see Ami looking so intense. She was taking this training deadly seriously. She knew she couldn't pull punches, not if she didn't want to hear about it later.

As Tyler stumbled forward, Ashe's leg kicked the back of his knee, bringing him down on one, before she planted her foot in his back and sent him down.

Ashe hopped back, bouncing back and forth between her feet as she kept her energy up as she watched him scramble back to his feet. Say what you want about his hand to hand, Tyler certainly could take a  punch.

“Maybe...” Ashe started off, watching Tyler's chest rise and fall as he struggled to suck in air. It was clear he was getting winded. She had years of hard training over him, even with his good condition, they had been training hard all day. Even Ashe was starting to feel it.

“Again!” Ami snapped at Ashe.

Ashe glanced over at Ami for a moment. To most, Ami would just look stone-faced and determined, but Ashe could see through the cracks in her facade. Ami cared about Tyler pretty much as much as she cared about Ashe. Neither of the two girls enjoyed seeing him so beat up, exhausted, and frustrated. Normally, they'd actually be the first one to seek out the source of his trouble. But this was for his sake. This wasn't a game. If Tyler didn't get stronger, he could lose his life out there. Or one of their other friends could be harmed trying to keep him safe. This temporary pain was necessary to ensure his safety, and if he was willing to shoulder the burden then they would push aside their feelings. At least for now.

Rushing forward, Ashe ducked a punch and shot upwards with an uppercut.

Tyler barely had time to lean back, watching the fist slice through the air right in front of his face. He threw a hook around towards Ashe's side as he stepped back.

Reaching across with her other hand, Ashe caught the blow. She smirked up at her boyfriend. “Nic- Woah!” She barely had time to duck as Tyler's leg soared over her head. It seemed he was getting serious. She threw out a few jabs to his back as he spun around before hopping back. Planting her foot firmly, she spun around into a reverse kick straight towards his chest.

Bracing himself, he blocked the kick squarely with both hands. Ice began to form around his hands as he stared at Ashe with a beastly intensity.

Before he could move, a sharp whistle pierced the air.

“Tyler! No powers!” Ami barked.

Eyes widening, Tyler shook his arms out as the ice shattered and disappeared. He hadn't even tried to freeze them that time.

Biting her lip, Ashe was getting nervous. If his powers were starting to manifest themselves on their own, it meant he was starting to reach his limit and pushing it any more would be dangerous. “We should cal-”

“Again.” Ami's voice cut through her sentence like a knife.

“Tch.” Ashe muttered before stepping forward and delivering two powerful low kicks to Tyler's leg again. He was still leaving his guard down there.

Wincing, Tyler knew he was staying still too much. Ashe wasn't called the “fire dancer” for nothing. Watching her fight was like watching a dancer. She danced around a fight gracefully, as if there was music playing. If he stood still too long, he'd never have a chance of beating her, let alone without powers.

Ignoring the protests in his legs, he rushed forward, bringing his knee up as he reached up to grab her shoulders.

Both of Ashe's hands went up, cupping together as she blocked his knee. Throwing it down, she shoved him back with her shoulders, before hopping back a step. Stepping forward, she spun around and pushed off the ground into a jumping spin kick. The attack was extremely telegraphed, but hopefully Tyler would take the chance to counter the small opening she was providing him. Assuming he could deal with the force behind the kick.

Instantly Tyler knew what was coming. He had seen Ashe perform this kick a million times before, and it always put him in awe to watch. But that meant he also knew how to deal with it.

Stepping forward, he had his plan. He would duck the kick, shove her as she landed, and follow it up with an axe kick to hit her as she stumbled to the ground. It'd be a clean hit.

At least, that had been his plan.

As soon as he stepped forward, his leg burned in pain and stopped responding. He had taken too many low kicks, his leg wasn't able to keep up anymore. Unfortunately he had already committed to ducking, which meant he was awkwardly leaning forward in place. His eyes widened as he knew what would happen before it did.

“No!” Ami shouted, but it was too late. She hadn't been ready to react in time, Ashe was too fast.

The full force of Ashe's spinning kick connected to the side of his face, sending him crashing down onto the mat.

Tyler hit the ground hard. He let out a soft groan, but he didn't move.

Ashe recovered, realizing instantly what she had done. Horror sunk through her body, and she felt her blood turn to ice. “Tyler!” She shrieked out in panic. Instantly she dropped to her knees, gently moving him to rest on her lap. “Tyler. Are you okay? I'm so... I'm so sorry.” Her voice was shaking. Training was one thing, but she had landed a full strength kick to her boyfriend's head. It was pretty much the worst thing she could have done without weapons.

Turning to look up at Ami who had run over, her lip was practically quivering. “I just kicked my boyfriend in the face!” She practically screamed in disbelief before turning back to Tyler.

Thankfully, Tyler seemed mostly okay. His eyes were open, if not a little unfocused. They looked around, clearly struggling to regain composure.

Ashe held him with one arm, gently running her other hand through his hair reassuringly. “Tyler! Are you okay? Please, say something.” She coaxed gently. There was a brief pause. “Please don't break up with me.” She muttered worriedly, earning a laugh from Ami.

“Relax, Ashe. It was just a kick. We've taken worse before, and he's tough. He's just dazed.” Ami offered.

Ali casually walked over, taking a swig from her water bottle. “Why is everyone screaming. What happened over here, is he dead?” She asked curiously, a layer of concern laced underneath her nonchalant tone.

Ashe stared up at her other older sister. “I just kicked him in the face!”

Ali just stared at the girl in shock for a moment, before burst out laughing. “Smooth move hotshot. I've heard of making a boy fall for you, but I don't think this is what they meant.”

“Ali!” Ashe shrieked. “This isn't funny! He could be hurt! Or hate me!” She said worriedly, glancing down at the boy who was just starting to recover himself. “Please don't break up with me.” She muttered again. She was terrified she had just made one of the most important people in her life hate her by introducing his face to her shoe.

She knew she should have stopped. They were pushing him too hard. He was much more suited to combat with his powers, they didn't need to press him so hard. She was also so stupid! She was careless, she knew she had hit his leg too much. She shouldn't have gone all in in an attack like that. How could sh-

Ashe was cut off from her internal freak out as she felt a hand cup her cheek.

“You're cute when you're worried.” He muttered, still a bit out of it. “I'm fine.” Tyler's voice was growing steadier by the second. He managed to sit up with Ashe's help, a hand flying up to grab the side of his head. “My head hurts a bit though...”

Ashe looked up at Ami, who just rolled her eyes and moved in front of Tyler. “Follow my finger.” She said calmly, moving it before him as she watched his eyes carefully. After another moment of examination she shrugged. “He doesn't have a concussion. Like I said, he's fine.” She said with a pointed expression to Ashe.

After a moment though, Ami's shoulders drooped as her gaze shifted to the ground. “I-I'm sorry Tyler. It's my fault. I pushed you too far. I should have stopped you guys earlier. Or been more alert. I just... wanted to make sure you were ready.”

Tyler reached out, resting a hand on her arm reassuringly. “It's fine. Accidents happen. Good thing we weren't using weapons.” He offered, attempting to ease the tension a bit.

Ami cracked a smile, though Ashe just looked more horrified. “Oh God, what if we were.”

Ali let out a groan. “Oh come on. You're causing a scene. Go hit the showers, it was just one kick. Michael threw a guy into a wall the other day, didn't see anyone fawning over him.”

Ali began to walk away, before pausing and looking over at Tyler. Her eyes studied him carefully for a moment, as if taking in any hint of damage or injury. She nodded to herself, the faintest sigh of relief escaping her. “Go get clean and rest up. You did good today, kid.” She offered, before turning around with a wave, tossing her towel to the side and hopping back into the sparring ring.

Ashe helped Tyler struggle to his feet, her eyes fluttering over him. They took in any possible sign of injury or discomfort. It felt like a knife stabbed her heart every time she saw him wince from movement. The awkward limp in his gait as he walked settled stones in her stomach. She had done that. It was her fault her boyfriend couldn't even walk properly.

Before long, he had managed to stand up straight and gently shrugged off her assisting arm. Ashe bit her lip, trying to suppress her frustration. She knew he could get stubborn when injured, that he hated feeling like a burden. After being on the losing end of their sparring session, and getting injured, she imagined his pride was more wounded than he was at the moment. His state, of course, was just having her maternal instincts screaming in her head. She was about to try and come up with some polite way of telling him to stop being so damn stubborn when she felt his hand snake out and grab hers, squeezing it gently. He was still looking towards the showers, but she knew he was trying to reassure her.

They paused before divide into the locker rooms. Tyler finally turned to look at Ashe, a tired smile on his face, still slightly wincing.

Ashe leaned up, kissing his cheek. “I... I'm sorry. Just... I'll see you after your shower, okay?” She said, squeezing his hand one last time before going her own separate way into the lockers.

A few minutes later, after a warm shower and only minimal self-loathing, Ashe emerged feeling refreshed. Cleaned up in a new comfy pair of shorts, and one of Tyler's hoodies she had “borrowed” a while ago, she emerged out front of the training center, waiting for Tyler.

A few minutes later, Tyler emerged himself, freshly showered with this hair lightly dripping. Ashe noticed the limp in his gait was mostly gone, but he was still wincing and yawning. Subconsciously she had seen him rub his face, and figured he was still feeling the kick a bit. Shoulder's drooping a bit, part of her wondered if she should avoid training with him for a while. She was about to ask him how he was feeling when she saw him open his arms ever so slightly. It was subtle, but it was clearly an invitation. In a flash, Ashe had closed the distance and wrapped him in a hug, burying her head into his neck.

The smell of his shampoo filled her nose and she let out a small content sigh. She felt home again. Shaking her head slightly, she remembered she was about to apologize, not get wrapped up in how much she loves her boyfriend. “How are you feeling?” She asked softly, shifting slightly so she could rest her chin on his shoulder and crane her neck to look up into his eyes.

Seeing his patient look smiling down at her, her heart fluttered a beat. “Better with you here.”

Ashe bit her lip as she reached up and ran a hand through his hair. Her boyfriend was too sweet, it almost made her sick sometimes. She didn't deserve him after kicking him in the face. “I'm sorry.” She said again, her hand pausing in his hair. “I really, really didn't mean to.”

Tyler let out a small laugh. “I know, don't worry. It was an accident.”

Ashe just pouted. “You're too understanding.” She muttered. “It makes me feel worse. All I've done is kick you in the face, how did I come to deserve you?” She half-complained, seeing in his eyes that he truly wasn't upset.

Tyler just let out a laugh, hugging her a little tighter. “By being willing to work so hard with me so I can have a dream of catching up to you guys. By understanding me better than I know myself. By looking far too cute in my hoodie, which you stole.” He said with a small smirk.

Ashe just shrugged as well as she could in his arms. “It's comfy. Girls get first pick of their boyfriend's hoodies. It's in the fine print.”

Tyler just laughed as he let Ashe begin to lead him back towards the mansion. He did his best to hide the limp in his step, knowing just how guilty his girlfriend would be feeling for a complete accident.

Before long they had managed to make it back into the mansion, heading towards their usual spot. The large complex had many lounging rooms stashed away in it, and Ashe and Tyler had sort of “claimed” one from sheer habit of being in there often. Though to be fair, it was one Ami and Ali had claimed years ago. They just sort of inherited it, and shared it with them.

Tyler stood next to the couch, stretching his back when he suddenly felt a pressure to his chest. Finding himself falling back into the pillows, he felt a familiar weight collapsed on his chest, her arms haphazardly strewn across him.

“I'm tired.” Ashe muttered, attempting to hide the smirk she was very obviously sporting.

“So you shoved me?” He asked light-heartedly. “What happened to apologizing.”

Ashe just looked up from where her face was buried into his chest. “You were taking too long to sit down. I wanted my pillow.” She said defiantly. “Besides, I'm still thinking how to apologize properly so I'm just going to cuddle you till I come up with something.” She muttered indignantly.

“You would cuddle me anyways.” He challenged, arching an eyebrow.

“Is that a complaint?” Ashe asked, sitting up slightly.

“Never.” The boy quickly replied as his arm snaked around her waist and shifted her so they were a little more comfortable on the couch.

Shifting her weight and nestling against him a little more, Ashe let out a content sigh. She felt safe.

Reaching over, she grabbed his hand and absent-mindedly began to play with his fingers. She felt the rise and fall of his chest gradually slow as she could tell her boyfriend fell asleep. She felt his arms clutch her a little tighter, and she could hardly complain.

The exhaustion from a day of training was catching up to her. She still hadn't come up with a way to make it up to him, but a quick nap in his arms was too tempting to resist. Soon enough, she had joined her boyfriend in a brief nap.

A little while later, she was the first to wake up. Surprisingly, she felt a blanket draped over the two of them. She was about to wonder who had done it, when she saw a plate with apple slices and peanut butter on the table in front of them. Smiling, she figured Ami must have found them. Leave it to her sister.

Ashe started to sit up, feeling a bit hungry. She had only managed to make it a few inches before the arms around her waist tightened, crushing her closer into his chest. A soft groan of protest left his still unconscious mouth.

Ashe bit her lip, letting him pull her closer again. She felt so safe, so loved, and so comfortable. It was utterly unfair how in love she felt with her boyfriend. His body naturally ran quite a few degrees cooler, especially since he started to use his ice powers more frequently. So rather than feeling hot and stuffy, in his embrace she felt like she was resting her head on a cool pillow. A sort of balance for her own body that tended to run a few degrees warmer.

Ashe just closed her eyes, shifting her head so she could rest it on his chest and hear his heartbeat. For a few minutes, she indulged in the simple pleasure, until she felt him begin to shift more. Shifting in his grip, she managed to look at him. She saw his tired eyes slowly flutter open, looking confused for a moment before her favorite tired smile graced his lips. Leaning forward, she kissed his nose. “Morning Sleepy Head. Can I get up now?” She asked softly.

Tyler just grinned, resting his forehead against hers. “No. I'm still tired and you're a warm pillow.” He muttered, pulling her a little closer.

Ashe just laughed, resting her hands over his. “You're sweet. But I'm serious. I need to pee. So unless you want this couch to get even warmer I'd suggest letting me go.” She offered.

Instantly he let go of her, pouting. “That's no fun.” He complained, finally sitting up and stretching.

Ashe totally didn't stare at the muscles she could see around his tank top as he stretched. Nope. Of course she didn't notice how increasingly defined he seemed to be getting. Ashe totally didn't stare and bite her lip, no matter what anyone said.

Shaking her head, Ashe remembered she did actually have to use the bathroom. “Dinner is probably soon. I'll meet you there in a bit.” She offered, leaning down to give him a proper kiss before she paused. “How are you feeling?” She asked, her blue eyes staring intently at the side of his head, looking for any sign of bruising.

Tyler just offered her a patient smile. “I'm fine. I have a mild headache, and I'm a bit sore all over. But I'm fine. Now go!” He said, kissing her quickly before gently pushing her away.

Ashe just nodded, still assessing him for a few moments before the urge in her bladder became too strong to ignore and she quickly left to find a bathroom.

An hour later, and the couple had found themselves back in the room, stomachs full of food and the night free. They were both sitting on the couch, leaning against each other as Tyler turned on the TV and flipped through the channels idly. He let out a sigh, giving up on finding anything interesting when he stood up. He was about to move away when he felt a surprisingly strong grip lock around his waist, feeling Ashe's face bury into his back. “Don't go.” She muttered in a mildly whiny tone. This caused Tyler just to laugh, prying her grip open. “I'm just choosing a movie. I'm not going anywhere.” He said gently, petting her hair. He knew Ashe was still moping about accidentally kicking him, and was falling into her habit of getting clingy when upset.

Ashe watched him choose a movie, still wracking her brain. She had come up completely empty on ideas for some reason. Seeing him settle on one, she just let out a sigh, flopping over and burying her face in the pillow. Nothing was easing her sense of guilt.

She felt Tyler's hand gently start running through her hair, and a shiver wracked her spine. Her mind cleared for a moment till a thought occurred to her. She popped up, staring at Tyler intently.

Tyler raised an eyebrow, clearly thrown off by her sudden mood swing from clingy to excited. “Hi?” He asked curiously.

Ashe just stood up, kissing him quickly before shoving him on the couch. “Stay here and skip the previews. I'll be right back.” She promised, quickly skipping her way out of the room. Tyler heard a muffled “Ami!” Come from the hallway.

Shrugging, Tyler was just glad Ashe seemed to stop moping. Skipping the previews like ordered, he settled into the couch and waited patiently for his girlfriend to return.

A yawn escaped him as he stared at the door, waiting for any sign of her. Just when he was weighing the pros and cons of a quick nap, he heard a familiar pattern of footsteps as she burst into the room, two bowls in her hands and a bag of popcorn tucked in each elbow.

“Hot. Hot. Hot. HOT.” She muttered repeatedly, stumbling towards the table. Tyler quickly managed to free the freshly popped bags of popcorn from her arms as he set them down, finally getting a good look at the bowls.

Ashe smirked as she saw her boyfriend's eyes light up ever so slightly. It seemed her idea had worked. Handing him a bowl, she made her way over to the wall and flicked off the lights. Cuddling against him on the couch, she began to eat her own bowl. They were both now munching happily on their bowl of angel food cake, whipped cream, and strawberries in the dark, nestled around each other as they watched the opening credits to WALL-E start to play.

Out of the side of her vision, she saw her boyfriend once again picking around the full strawberry in the center of the bowl, saving it for last like he always does. She guessed that for once she could let him have it without trying to steal it.

A few minutes later she had finally finished her bowl and looked over. Tyler was watching the movie happily, still munching on his bowl with a dab of whipped cream on his cheek. Reaching over, she quickly wiped it off, staring at it for a moment before she shrugged and ate it.

Tyler stared at her for a moment, a blush creeping on his cheeks.

Unable to hold back the laugh at his expense, Ashe just cackled a bit before she nestled up against him.

Finishing his bowl, Tyler let out a happy sigh. He was utterly content with this situation. Sure his body still ached, and he was pretty exhausted over all. But he was happy. Ashe was a familiar warmth in his arms, he stomach was full of his favorite snack, watching his favorite movie. There really wasn't much more he could ask for in the world. Leaning over, he kissed the top of her head happily.

Shifting slightly, Ashe tilted her head up to catch his lips in a proper kiss.

After they made out for a few moments, Ashe leaned back, her eyes staring into his intently. “Are you okay? I really am sorry.” She muttered.

Tyler just reached over and cupped her cheek. “Ashe. I'm serious. It's okay. It was an accident, and it's clear you feel super guilty about it even though you don't need to. You made it up to me already by letting spend the day with my amazing girlfriend and even made me my favorite snack. The best thing you can do for me right now is let me enjoy this movie, with you in my arms. Nothing would make me happier.”

Ashe just stared at him, her heart going supernova in her chest. She would never get over how lucky she felt to be with him. Kissing him properly again, she rested her head against his chest. “It's not like you're the only one happy when we're together. I've been spoiled by you today too.” She muttered. “But okay.”

Tyler just grinned, pulling her a little closer as he rewound the past five minutes of the movie before he settled in, nestling just a little tighter with Ashe.

Together they just continued to watch the movie, arm in arm. Despite all the danger they knew they had ahead of them, at that moment they were at peace. At that moment they knew, somehow, in the end everything would work out.

[robininthelabyrinth]

LOT Rewrite: Episode 1 - An Arsonist's Tale

Feeling a bit unsatisfied by how Legends of Tomorrow season 2 went? Want more episodes from a Legends of Tomorrow season?

We present a fully fledged 22-episode rewrite - the same overall season arc, but very different individual episodes, character arcs, more character development, etc. All the things we wanted to see in Season 2 and which we didn't get - and keeping all the stuff we did like! This is about as shippy as the season 1 of the show, which means that there are plenty of moments for each and every ship you hope to see, but it's primarily gen.

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Episode 1: An Arsonist's Tale

Episode Summary: In 2016, a man named Nate Heywood bursts into Oliver Queen's office with a strange story - about a group of "Legends", time travelers, scattered through time, lost and in need of assistance. With the help of Oliver Queen and Kendra Saunders, a former Legend, they go out to find them - and instead they find Mick Rory with a very interesting story.

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Episode 1 - An Arsonist’s Tale

PREVIOUSLY ON LEGENDS OF TOMORROW: Rip Hunter recruiting the Legends, Mick Rory revealed as Kronos, Leonard Snart at the Oculus as it blows up, Kendra and Carter saying that they would be leaving, the end-of-season scene of the second Waverider crashing and Rex Tyler introducing himself and warning the Legends

SCENE: a woman’s bedroom, early morning, modern day

An alarm rings. A hand reaches out of bed to hit the alarm, followed by the woman in the bed sitting up, yawning and stretching. It’s KENDRA SAUNDERS. She gets up and begins going about her morning routine in a quick montage (picking an outfit, brushing her hair, pouring a cup of coffee in a thermos). She then goes out to the balcony, focuses briefly, and her wings come out in a practiced motion. She then proceeds to jump up, wings beating, and begins to fly somewhere. She is relaxed and casual - this is her usual morning commute.

As she flies, the screen abruptly flickers sepia.

“Oh, great,” Kendra sighs, clearly used to this. "Another flashback."

She lands on a nearby roof and closes her eyes to focus.

 SCENE: KENDRA FLASHBACK (sepia tone): Crusades, just outside a battlefield

Kendra is a noblewoman dressed in medieval finery, sitting on a horse and watching a battle. Suddenly, a young black man (JEFFERSON JAX JACKSON) dressed in medieval clothing but wearing anachronistic modern-day sneakers runs up to her.

“Kendra!" he shouts. "Oh, man, it is good to see you! We need your help!”

“Forgive me, my lord, but my name isn’t Kendra,” Kendra says, clearly surprised.

“It will be – and when it is, I really, really need you to remember this: the Legends have gotten lost in time, and we need your help to find us.”

 SCENE: modern day, rooftop

Kendra opens her eyes. “Oh, great,” she says, clearly exasperated.

INTRO SEQUENCE OF LEGENDS OF TOMORROW - narrated by Mick Rory “Time travel is real, and ever since we blew up the Time Masters, all of history is open to attack. That’s why our team of outcasts and misfits have been travelling through time, so that we can keep anyone from damaging it. So don’t call us heroes, we’re legends."

SCENE: busy city sidewalk, modern day

Kendra walks into a glass-sided corporate office building.

“I need to see Oliver Queen,” she says to the receptionist. She smiles. “Tell him it’s Kendra – and that it’s urgent.”

 SCENE: elevator doors opening

Kendra walks out into OLIVER QUEEN’s office. He is sitting behind a desk, looking annoyed, and there is a young-looking man (NATE HEYWOOD) in slightly oversized clothing pacing in front of him, waving his hands and in the middle of talking. He has a pencil stuck behind one ear.

“- you don’t understand, I tried to get an appointment, but you’re the mayor and I just – I need to talk to you about history – history which has been changed, somehow, irrevocably –”

“I gave you five minutes because you said you knew something about Ray Palmer and Sara Lance and something about some ‘Legends’,” Oliver says, leaning back in his chair, crossing his arms and glaring. “You said they were in trouble.”

“They are,” Kendra says. “Hi, Oliver.”

Oliver is pleased to see her. He stands, extending his arms; she steps forwards and hugs him briefly. “How’s the, uh, business going in St. Roch?” he asks.

“Good,” Kendra replies, smiling at him. “But this man – I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”

“Nate. Nate Heywood. I’m a historian. Nice to meet you.”

“Mr. Heywood –”

“Nate, please.”

“Well, Oliver, Nate here is right. Something has happened to our friends. Do you remember how I told you about our adventures traveling in time?”

“Yes, I remember,” Oliver says, making a slightly pained face.

“We called ourselves the Legends,” Kendra explains. “And I’ve just had a vision of one of them in the past and he said that they've gotten lost in time.”

“They’re not just lost in time, they’re ruining it!” Nate exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air. He is very excitable. He takes the pencil out from behind his ear and waves it around as he speaks. “Listen, you don't understand! I’m writing my thesis right now about World War II – it’s actually a very personal history, my grandfather was involved, it’s actually really interesting…”

Oliver clears his throat.

“…aaaand you don’t care about that at all, right. But anyway, it’s changed.”

“Your thesis?”

“No! History itself! I have my thesis, which is almost done, and the next thing I know, I go to the library to double-check a citation and suddenly the history books have a totally different rendition of reality!”

“Get that pencil out of my face,” Oliver says.

“And it’s not just one book,” Nate says, ignoring Oliver. “It’s all of them – it’s as if history itself was changed!”

“That’s probably exactly what happened,” Kendra says. “Something big must have happened to scatter them in time.”

“Then why weren’t you affected?” Oliver asks Nate.

“I don’t know – but that’s not what’s important! What’s important is that I have records of a UFO sighting in New York City, 1942, with multiple witnesses seeing a flying machine diving into the Atlantic! Actually, you can see similar sightings in hieroglyphs from the Upper Nile in the –”

“Focus, Nate,” Kendra says.

“Oh, right. Well, that sighting is contemporaneous with multiple reports of an underwater detonation of an atomic bomb - in 1942!”

“So?” Kendra asks.

“That’s three years before the atomic bomb was supposedly invented,” Oliver says.

“But if the Waverider had a run in with an atomic bomb, they’d be dead,” Kendra says, sounding worried.

“But they’re not,” Nate says. He waves his pencil around, jabbing it excitedly at Kendra. “You yourself said you had a vision of them – how does that work, by the way? You’re not in most of the historical records I’ve found about the Legends, which means you’re not with them now, which makes sense since you’re here, not there, but in the meantime, I’ve seen images of these people throughout history, in 19th century New York, in the 1970s, in ancient Rome, in –”

Oliver grabs the pencil out of Nate's hand. “I told you to stop waving that in my face.”

“Sorry, man,” Nate says. “I just – I get excited. You know. History. Can I have that back? It’s my lucky pencil – it was my grandfather’s.”

Oliver sighs, exasperated, and hands it back. “Okay. Let's say these guys have gotten lost in time. What am I supposed to do about it now?”

“You’re the Green Arrow! You’ll think of something!” Nate exclaims.

Oliver glares at him.

“Aaaand that’s something else I shouldn’t know about?” Nate guesses.

Oliver nods pointedly.

“Well. Uh. Assuming that the UFO was in fact the Legends' ship, I have the coordinates for where the ship was sighted out of New York?” Nate says.

“And I,” Kendra says smugly, “have a copy of Ray’s Waverider beacon detector.”

 SCENE: underwater scene, submarine moving through the water

“We’re closing in on your coordinates, Heywood. Kendra, how are we doing?” Oliver says.

“It’s definitely here somewhere,” Kendra replies. “A little further –”

“Look at these sonar readings,” Nate says. “Either it’s a really weird-looking rock, or –”

“It’s the Waverider.” Kendra confirms.

 SCENE: Waverider hallway and med bay, modern day

They walk through the darkened ship, the lights flicking on as they go, and find MICK RORY in the medbay, asleep in a chair, a shimmering stasis field around him.

“The ship’s keeping him in stasis,” Kendra says, examining the readings on the nearby screen. She pushes a few buttons on that screen.

Mick wakes up, panicked, and immediately begins to struggle to get out of the chair.

Oliver darts forward and gently holds him down. “My name is Oliver Queen and my preference is to not break your arm," he says calmly. "So I want you to calm down and tell us what happened to your team.”

Mick looks up at him. “You wouldn't believe me even if I told you.”

“He might not,” Kendra says, stepping forward. When he sees her, Mick relaxes, the fight fading out of him as he sags back into the chair. “But I will.”

 SCENE: Waverider kitchen, modern day

Mick is sitting at the table in the Waverider kitchen galley, surrounded by food and bottles of beer. He plays with the label on one of the bottles, looking depressed. Nate is sitting across from him, staring at him in fascination.

“His partner, Leonard, died saving the world,” Kendra tells Oliver in a quiet murmur, both of them standing just outside the door to the kitchen, looking at Mick. “They were best friends for - years, I think. Longer. I don’t think he’s handling it well.”

Oliver looks pained. “I can imagine,” he says. He shakes his head, then walks into the kitchen, going up to Mick. “Tell us what happened. From the beginning. I promise we’ll believe you.”

Mick nods. “It’s a weird story,” he says. “It began when we agreed to go back onto the Waverider –”

 SCENE: dark field near Waverider, 2016

Scene from end of Season 1: just as the Legends (MICK RORY, JEFFERSON JAX JACKSON, SARA LANCE, RIP HUNTER, RAY PALMER, MARTIN STEIN) are about to walk onto the Waverider, there is the signs of a jump through time and a second Waverider, clearly damaged, crashes into the ground in front of them. Moments later, someone emerges.

“You’re exactly where you said you’d be,” the man (REX TYLER) says. “Do not get on that ship. If you do, you’re all dead.”

“Says who?” Mick demands.

“Says you, Mr. Rory," Rex says. "You sent me.”

“Who are you?” Sara asks.

“My name is Rex Tyler and I’m a member of the Justice Society of America. And if you get on that ship and go back to 1942, you will all die.”

His image suddenly crackles as if he is a bad television transmission. He tries to say more, but both him and the ship vanish.

 SCENE: Waverider kitchen, modern day

“Wait, so he told you not to go to 1942 and then just - vanished?” Kendra asks.

“That’s how it happened,” Mick says, taking another sip of his beer.

“So what happened next?” Oliver asks.

 SCENE: Waverider, 2016

“Uh, is someone going to talk about what just happened?” Jax asks. “That guy just vanished!”

“It’s very simple,” Rip says, looking a little spooked but trying to sound confident. “I assure you, as a Time Master, this is – perhaps slightly unusual, but certainly nothing too onerous to deal with –”

“He said we were all going to die and vanished before he could tell us more,” Sara says, crossing her arms and shooting Rip an incredulous look. “I want to know what happened to him.”

“Ah, well - it isn’t quite as straightforward as it seems…” Rip coughs, appearing somewhat uncomfortable.

“Rip, just tells us!”

Rip sighs. “I believe that he was from a future timeline, but he averted that timeline by warning us, thereby disappearing.” He puffs up a little, feeling more confident now. “That is the danger of interfering in the timeline without sufficient knowledge, such as my own. Need I remind you that I am the only one here who has been trained by the Time Masters and am qualified to make adjustments to history?”

“But what did he want to tell us?” Stein asks.

“I’m sorry, there’s simply no way to tell," Rip says regretfully. "That timeline is gone for good. Even the Time Masters were incapable of knowing what occurred in an averted timeline.”

“Well, then,” Sara says, “sucks for the Time Masters, because I totally know a guy.”

 SCENE: STAR Labs, 2016

Cisco Ramon pulls his hand off a piece of Waverider tech and removes his goggles. “Oooh yeah, you were totally all dead in that timeline. Dead, dead, and dead. Mick basically like pulls an Independence Day move to get that Rex Tyler guy to go back to warn you. It’s nasty, dudes.”

 SCENE: Waverider, modern day

“Wait, the part where he uploads the virus to the alien computer using a totally different operating system?” Nate asks.

“I think he’s referencing the part with the suicide move,” Oliver says, looking at Mick steadily. Mick averts his eyes. “What happened next?”

“We did what anyone would do,” Mick says, shrugging. “We looked up the Justice Society of America - call themselves the JSA for short. Even read this kid’s thesis–” He nods at Nate. “- on the subject. It’s one of the main authorities on the JSA in the future.”

“It is?” Nate exclaims, clearly surprised. Noticing everyone glancing at him, he coughs and quickly tries to cover. “I mean, of course it is. It’s very well-researched.”

“So what next?” Kendra asks.

“Well, at first Rip seemed worried about it, but then we went to pick something up…”

 SCENE: 1871, end of the Franco-Prussian War, Lichtenberg countryside

“So what are we doing here?” Jax asks. He’s wearing a traditional peasant outfit, as are the others; only Rip is wearing a military uniform.

“My calculations tell me that this is where we need to go,” Rip says, looking pleased. “It’s a Time Master hiding spot – perfectly designed to capture, ah, shall we say, items that might cause time aberrations.”

“There are items that cause time aberrations now?” Ray asks. “Not just people?”

“They’re very rare,” Rip says.

“Why here?” Sara asks. She kicks a rock over. “There’s nothing here but a road.”

“Uh, and an army marching our way,” Jax points out, gesturing down the road, looking alarmed.

“Well, yeah, and that.”

“This, m yfriends,” Rip says grandly, “is one of the best known recurring time aberrations in history. That’s why the Time Masters used it.”

“I thought the Time Masters were supposed to stop aberrations, not use them,” Sara says.

“This is a recurring aberration,” Rip says. “I don’t expect you to understand everything, but – rather famously – in support of the Franco-Prussian war, Lichtenberg sent an army of 80 soldiers to assist. They returned on this day with 81 soldiers.”

“So who’s the extra person?” Sara asks.

“That is the key,” Rip says. “No one has ever been able to identify the individual, because there is no single individual. That individual is whichever time traveler steps into those shoes at the right moment – a stable time aberration. A rock in the time-stream, so to speak.”

“Why are we here, if it’s stable?” Jax asks.

“If I’m correct, when the explosion of the Oculus shattered the Vanishing Point, any number of useful items would have been scattered throughout history – and my calculations inform me that one of them will be here.”

“So what you’re saying is that we’re here to pick up some of your stash?” Mick asks, looking away from the others, who look at him sympathetically.

“I’m here to pick up a contingency plan to ensure that the history Mr. Ramon saw does not come to pass,” Rip says.

“A plan, huh? What is it that you’re going to get?” Sara asks.

“That much,” Rip says, “you don’t need to know. Indeed, it’s better if you don’t. Now, if you will excuse me –”

 SCENE: Waverider modern day

“He went and came back, but wouldn’t tell us what he got,” Mick says. “But he was a lot calmer after that point and said that we would just decide not to go to 1942 and that’d solve the problem for us.”

“Obviously, that didn’t work,” Oliver says.

“No. But we kept on doing what we were doing – taking over from where the Time Masters left off when they were blown up. Chasing down time criminals and fixing the parts of history they screwed up – we called them aberrations. For six months we didn’t have any problems – well. The occasional problem.”

 SCENE: French chateau, exterior - 1637

The Legends are there, dressed in period-appropriate outfits - doublets, hose, swords, and all.

MICK NARRATION: I knew we were in trouble when Rip made us put on blouses to save the King of France.

“I look like an idiot,” Mick says.

“I think it’s marvelous – the era of the Musketeers! The evil Cardinal Richelieu! Action, adventure!” Ray says. He is clearly excited. He has taken out his sword and is pretending to fence with the air.

“You would,” Mick says.

“Concentrate, please,” Rip says. “King Louis XIII is about to be assassinated at any moment before he impregnates his wife.”

“I have eyes on the king,” Jax reports, looking down from the roof.

“Don’t let him out of your sight.”

“But if he’s supposed to be, uh, impregnating…”

“You must pay attention, Mr. Jefferson," Rip lectures. "If the king dies now, there will be no Sun King, no Golden Age of France!”

“No War of Spanish Succession,” Stein, who is dressed as a courtier, says thoughtfully. “Or the abolishment of the Edict of Nantes and the destruction of the Huguenots…no divine right of kings, or at least to such an extent…hm. You know, that might not be so bad.”

“Now is not the time to be debating this,” Rip snaps. “We must preserve the timeline!”

 SCENE: Sara standing in the Queen’s bedchamber, helping the Queen put on a necklace

“Your necklace is beautiful, your Grace,” Sara, dressed as lady of the Queen’s court, says.

“As is yours. Who gave it to you?” the Queen, an attractive woman in her mid-thirties, replies.

Sara touches her necklace, surprised by the question. “My sister.”

“She is dead, then?” the Queen asks, understandingly. “I was the eldest of my siblings, and far too many of them have died. I have not seen them since I came to France when I was eleven.”

“You married when you were eleven?” Sara asks.

“Oh, no,” the Queen laughs. “I was married by proxy when I was fourteen.”

“Fourteen..?”

“It is uncommon for marriages to be consummated so young,” the Queen says. “We were encouraged to, in order to avoid annulment, but Louis was more focused on seizing power. We first consummated the marriage when I was eighteen.” She sighs. “But that was eighteen years ago, and still no heir has been born. At least he is here today, and the weather reports that there will be a storm tonight, so he will remain. We may try once more.”

“Of course,” Sara agrees.

“You know, I have heard conception is easier to achieve,” the Queen says thoughtfully. She puts her hand on her shoulder, covering Sara's. “If one is – warmed up.”

Sara blinks, then shrugs. “Well. You know. If it’ll help.”

 SCENE: French chateau, exterior

“I believe I’ve identified the assassins,” Rip says, pointing out a group of soldiers.

The soldiers notice and begin to fire laser guns at the Legends.

“That would explain the aberration.”

The Legends begin to fight the soldiers: Ray is using his suit gauntlets to fire back at the others, then shrinks to avoid being shot in return (he was wearing his suit under his clothing, so his clothing all falls around him in a heap); Stein ducking behind armor, Rip trying to charge at them, Mick struggling to get his sword out of his belt.

“Where’s Sara?” Mick shouts.

 SCENE: Queen's bedchamber

Sara is rolling around in bed with the Queen, both of them laughing.

 SCENE: French chateau, exterior - Jax on the roof

“Grey, meet me on the north side of the house!” he shouts.

“What’s your plan?” Stein asks, rushing over.

“You’ll see!”

“Oh, you’ve got to be kidding! That is a terrible idea!” Stein shouts as Jax dives off the roof, aiming for him. They merge.

“Now, let’s do this,” Jax, now Firestorm, says with pleasure, flying off in a burst of flame.

 SCENE: Waverider corridor, 1637

The Legends walk aboard the Waverider, excluding Sara. Rip is stomping forward in the lead, looking angry.

“What did we say about using powers and future tech, Dr. Palmer?” Rip snaps, turning to face the other Legends.

“They started it," Ray protests.

"And the rest of you!"

“Don’t look at me,” Mick says. “I left my gun on the ship like a good little Boy Scout.”

Sara hurries onto the Waverider later than the rest of the Legends, her clothing disheveled. “The Queen is fine,” she reports. “She welcomed the king into the castle a few minutes ago.”

“Yeah, and I bet she’s all warmed up for him,” Jax, still in Firestorm mode, laughs.

“Shut your mouth,” Sara says.

“Am I wrong?”

Sara grins. “Well, Rip is always saying we should be willing to make sacrifices to ensure the timeline goes as planned…”

“A successful mission, Captain?” Gideon asks.

“Hardly!” Rip shouts. “You have all very nearly destroyed the history you were supposed to be protecting.”

Jax splits apart with Stein. “Oh, I knew I forgot something –” Jax says.

“- the part where Rip tells us everything we did wrong,” Sara finishes.

“You seduced the Queen of France just before she's supposed to conceive the country's greatest hope for the future!”

“She seduced me!” Sara says.

“Also, I would hardly call Louis XIV the greatest hope for the future of France,” Stein says. “Wouldn’t that be the French Revolution?”

“It doesn’t matter!” Ray says, bouncing on his heels. “We got to be musketeers! Heroes! Legends! Just like we’re supposed to be!”

“We’re supposed to be preserving history, Dr. Palmer. And you, Mr. Jackson, violated our policy of not using super powers in front of people!”

“They had laser guns and were shooting at us,” Jax protests.

“Captain Hunter has a point, Jefferson,” Stein says. “You acted impulsively.”

Jax shrugs, looking put out.

“At least I didn’t screw up this time,” Mick says. He appears tired and depressed.

Rip clears his throat and grabs a gold chain Mick has stolen.

“Stealing’s not screwing up," Mick defends himself.

“Perhaps for an individual of your mental capacity –” Rip starts, looking aggravated beyond his limits.

“We won,” Sara interrupts. “We stopped the aberration. So we didn’t do it the best way; who cares?”

“Replacing the Time Masters is an enormous responsibility, Sara, and one which I fear our team is ill equipped...”

The entire ship suddenly shakes.

“What was that?” Sara says.

“Gideon, are we under attack?”

“Negative, that was a shock wave generated by a time quake,” Gideon reports.

“A what?” Ray asks.

“A disturbance in the temporal zone caused by an unusually large aberration. Gideon, where was it?”

“The shock wave's point of origin was New York City, 1942,” Gideon reports. “Someone has just detonated an atomic bomb.”

 SCENE: Waverider kitchen, modern day

“No way,” Nate says. “That was the aberration from 1942? I knew it!”

“That’s right,” Mick says. “Stinking Nazis. I hate Nazis.”

“But how did Nazis even get there?” Kendra asks.

  SCENE: Waverider bridge, 1637

“Wow,” Ray says. “Someone just blew up New York with a bomb that doesn’t get invented for another few years.”

“Nazis,” Mick grumbles.

“Aided by a time-travelling ally, no doubt,” Rip says.

“Gives new meaning to the phrase ‘Manhattan Project’,” Jax mutters.

“Does that mean the Allied forces lost the war?” Stein asks. He looks alarmed.

“It takes time for such a cataclysmic aberration to ripple through time,” Rip says. “We have time – assuming we go fix it.”

“What do you mean, assuming?” Mick asks.

“Isn't traveling to that particular time precisely what Rex Tyler told us not to do?”

“That’s correct,” Stein says. “But what does it matter? We cannot permit New York to be blown up and the Allies to lose.”

“We are history’s last line of defense,” Rip says, frowning in thought. “If we die, we leave the timeline unguarded.”

“If we leave New York to be blown up, we’re not a really good line of defense, are we?” Sara says.

“Not to mention the cost in the lives of millions if the Holocaust is extended even by a few years,” Stein snaps. He is very angry. “Let me remind you, Captain Hunter, that I myself am Jewish, with parents that immigrated to America from Europe shortly after the end of the Second World War?”

“Other people, too,” Mick mutters. He glances down at his chest, where there’s a ring on a chain; he reaches up and touches it for a moment.

“Moreover, if we are in fact going back to 1942, I don’t see why we shouldn’t take some action to help stem the horrors of the Holocaust –” Stein begins.

“Professor Stein, as I have said repeatedly, we are meant to protect the timeline, not deface it ourselves!” Rip snaps. “The fact that it is an event that has personal significance to you is immaterial.”

He glances at Sara, who’s pointedly not looking at him.

“Still, if we’re protecting the timeline, that means we have to go,” Ray says. “Even if it might mean our deaths. That’s what being a hero – being a Legend – means.”

“Besides,” Mick grunts, aiming for a lighter tone, “I’d rather die than speak German.”

Stein glares at him, still smarting from Rip’s put-down. “Thank you, as ever, for your erudite addition, Mr. Rory. I understand that Captain Hunter, Dr. Palmer and myself are the only educated individuals on this ship, but must you constantly display it?”

Mick looks down, not responding.

“Unnecessarily harsh, Grey,” Jax says, frowning.

“Relax, Captain,” Sara says to Rip. “We’ve got this.”

 SCENE: Waverider library, 1637

Sara walks into the library. “Gideon, I need you to pull up what you have on the target in 1942.”

"I assume that by 'target' you mean Damien Darhk," Gideon replies.

Sara smiles. "Yeah, Gideon. Looks like you're finally getting the hang of this whole revenge thing. What've you got for me?"

"As it happens," Gideon says, putting images up on the main display in the library. "Mr. Darhk was in New York at the time."

The door to the library slides open.

“Gideon, wipe screen,” Sara says quickly, then turns to look at whoever is coming inside.

Ray comes in. “Hope I’m not interrupting,” he says, clearly noticing Sara's defensive posture.

“No,” Sara replies. “Just reading up on 1942.”

“You know, you’ve been spending a lot of time here alone.”

“Am I not allowed in the library?”

“I just wanted to check up on you. I know a few things about grief, so if you ever want to talk about Laurel…”

“Then I know where to find you,” Sara replies shortly. She is clearly uninterested.

Rip walks into the library as well. “Any luck pinpointing the epicenter of the temporal aberration?” he asks.

“The bomb was detonated in the center of New York City,” Gideon reports, showing news reports. She puts up newspaper reports on the library display screen, including one that announces 'Victory in Europe'.

“Oh, good! Looks like even after we get nuked, we still win the war,” Ray says cheerfully, seeing it.

“After it claims 12 million more lives,” Stein says. “Not counting the casualties from the bombing of New York alone.”

“Oh. Right,” Ray says, a little embarrassed. “But - if it was a nuke, where did they hide it? Anywhere in the city, an atomic bomb of that era would be pinging Geiger counters like crazy.”

“They didn’t have Geiger counters back then,” Sara says, brightening. “But we do. It shouldn’t be that hard to narrow down where it is.”

“Gideon, plot a course to New York City, 1942,” Rip orders.

 SCENE: Waverider in transit, flying through the timeline, then zooming in to the Waverider corridor, where Rip, Jax, and Stein are walking

“I can't believe you're making me stay on the ship, Grey” Jax says, clearly upset.

“I'm asking you to stay on the ship, Mr. Jackson,” Rip says.

“It’s for the best, Jefferson,” Stein says.

“The rest of you get to have all the fun battling Nazis! Nobody ever trusts me to do anything,” Jax complains.

“On the contrary, you’re the only one that I trust to repair the ship enough to be able to monitor the team’s actions from here,” Rip says. “And to bring the ship into action if necessary.”

“Yeah, right,” Jax says, clearly disbelieving.

“Very well, if you don’t want to do it, I will ask Mr. Rory if he wants to be the ship’s mechanic.”

Jax clutches at his tools. “Not funny, man. You know Mick’s still messed up about any stuff having to do with the ship since his time as Kronos.”

“If Mr. Rory were willing to use any of his experience as Kronos to assist us, perhaps I would be more impressed,” Rip replies, aggravated by what is clearly a long-running argument. “As it is, he has barely participated in our mission these last few months.”

Jax looks like he’s about to object.

“Regardless, I need you to fix the monitoring system and the thrusters, as well,” Rip continues, ignoring him. “In the event that we can't stop this nuclear explosion, we are going to need a very quick exit route.”

 SCENE: Manhattan, 1942

Everyone is in period-appropriate outfits, including military outfits for Rip, Ray and Mick.

“We each have our Geiger counters, right?” Sara says. “Since they seem to have split up the uranium for the bomb, we have three possible locations – Mick and Ray can take the Midtown East docks, Stein and Rip can take Lower East Side dockyards, and I’ll take the docks downtown.”

“Excellent suggestion, Miss Lance,” Rip says. “Let’s split up – and report back as quickly as possible.”

They begin to go their separate ways, but Ray looks back at Sara.

“Mick, you can handle the ‘40s, right?” he says. “I’m going to follow Sara, in case she needs back-up.”

Mick grunts. “Yeah, yeah. Future site of the U.N. I’m on it.”

Ray follows Sara. Mick goes his own way.

 SCENE: Manhattan dockyards, 1942

Sara is sneaking up to a warehouse. Inside, there is DAMIEN DARHK, looking around, smugly pleased. At his feet he has a lead box.

Sara smiles grimly when she sees him. "Got you," she whispers.

“What are you doing?” Ray demands from right behind her.

“Ray!" Sara exclaims, jumping and turning to look at him. "Aren’t you supposed to be with Mick?”

“Darhk is clearly the one supplying the Nazis with the uranium, though I don't see any bomb for them to put it in,” Ray says, ignoring her question. “Why didn’t you call it in to the rest of the group?” He looks at her. "Unless you wanted a chance at him before any of us could interfere."

“Damien Darhk murdered my sister in 2016,” Sara says hotly. “If I take him out here in 1942 –”

“You save her,” Ray says. “But you’re risking all of New York – and 12 million more lives – to do it.”

“I’ve been waiting six months to get this son of a bitch,” Sara snaps.

“And you’ll have to wait longer,” Ray replies, equally passionate. “We have to get out of here before he sees us. We have to let him go or we won’t be able to find the rest of the bomb. New York City itself is hanging in the balance.”

Sara looks torn.

“Your sister wouldn’t want this,” Ray says. “This isn’t what a hero would do.”

Sara sighs. “Sometimes I really hate you.”

“Who’s there?” a guard shouts.

“Run!” Ray says.

 The camera zooms in to Damien Darhk instead of following the fleeing Legends.

“What was that?” Darhk asks when the guard returns.

“Looked like a pair of kids,” the guard reports. “They ran off once we spotted them. Probably looking for a place to neck.”

Darhk rolls his eyes. “Of course they were. Now, if only my contact would arrive, then we will be able to -”

There is a burst of lightning and there is EOBARD THAWNE. He appears shaken and upset.

“You’re very nearly late, Thawne,” Darhk tells him, sneering. “And here I thought you speedsters were never late.”

“Yeah, well,” Eobard replies, his eyes darting from side to side. “We always arrive exactly when we mean to.”

“And when you mean to arrive is, apparently, late,” Darhk says. “That’s hardly the basis for allying on this little – mission of yours.”

“Mission of yours, you mean,” Eobard shoots back. “I’m just providing the uranium - and putting it together for you, if you recall, since I'm the only one who knows how.”

“Something you've been unable to do, running off all the time the way you have been. Perhaps if you’ll explain why that is, we might be able to make some progress,” Darhk replies, smiling in an unfriendly manner as the guards behind him point guns at Eobard.

“We don’t have time for this!”

“I just don’t see how we can negotiate until we get to know each other a little better," Darhk drawls.

Eobard looks annoyed, but Darhk doesn’t move.

“Oh, fine,” Eobard says in annoyance. “You know I’m a speedster; I’m also fast enough to travel in time.”

“Fascinating,” Darhk says, clearly uninterested.

“Yes, well, I’m currently outrunning my own non-existence!”

Darhk finally looks interested. “How does that work?”

Eobard snorts. “Some stupid ancestor of mine got himself killed. Don’t know who or when, but it’s caused the Black Flash to come after me.”

“The Black Flash?”

Eobard sneers. “Of course you wouldn’t have heard of him. He’s the guardian of the timeline, him and his time wraiths; they find speedsters that mess with the timeline and they rip them apart – immortal, resistant to virtually all attempts to stop them, and once they’ve got your scent, they’ll never stop following you.”

“Sounds like my kind of guy,” Darhk says, amused. “So what you’re saying is that you need to keep running to make sure you don’t die. Fair enough; I can respect that. But tell me this - why make this deal with me?”

Eobard grins. “I think that we can work out something mutually beneficial. You want to use this move to gain power – I want to make such a large change to the timeline that my ancestor won’t die. The larger the timeline adjustment, the more likely the particular circumstances that caused that moron to die will never happen.”

Darhk nods, satisfied now that he knows Eobard's motivations. “I must admit, I don’t really care about your problems in the future,” he says. “I'll help you with this project by getting you the bomb you need to make the blast big enough and you help me get what I want: profit, and chaos that I can exploit.”

“The bomb is almost ready,” Eobard says. “It’ll be there. Don’t worry. I always keep my side of the deal.”

He glances anxiously from side to side, then disappears in a flash of red light. There’s a flash of blue lightning that seems to follow him across the screen.

 SCENE: Manhattan, East Side, 1942

Mick is walking through the streets, scowling at his Geiger counter. He bumps into someone.

“Sorry, soldier,” the man says, turning around – it’s REX TYLER.

“Hey, you,” Mick says, grabbing his arm. “You Rex Tyler?”

Rex seems surprised to be recognized. “Yes, I am. Who are you?”

“My name’s Mick Rory,” Mick says. “You really need to give us a better warning this time around.”

“Warning? What are you talking about?”

Mick grunts in annoyance, clearly impatient with Rex's confusion. “I’m with a group of time travelers,” he says. “We’re trying to stop the bombing of New York.”

Rex’s eyes narrow. “You know about the bomb?” he demands. “How? We just discovered - that’s top secret information!”

“I just told you, we’re time travelers from the future," Mick says, still impatient. "If it looks like the bomb’s going to go off, you need to go to our ship, the Waverider, parked on the roof of the big warehouse in the Lower East Side, and you’re going to need to take it back to May 2016 and warn us not to do it. But better this time! None of this vague ‘if you go back to 1942 you die’ bull.”

“That’s absurd –” Rex begins.

“And why’s there uranium around here anyway, if you JSA assholes are already here?” Mick demands.

“It’s our headquarters,” Rex replies, shocked. “We’ve been experimenting –”

“I’d quit with that,” Mick suggests. “That crap’s dangerous.”

Mick’s communication device makes a beeping noise. “We’ve located the bomb,” Rip’s voice says over the comms. “The shell of the bomb is at the Lower East Side. Everyone come at once.”

“I gotta go,” Mick says.

“You need to answer some questions,” Rex says, grabbing for Mick.

“Don’t touch me,” Mick says, flinching and pulling away.

“I must insist,” Rex says, continuing to grab at Mick.

“I said, don’t touch me!” Mick roars, turning and punching Rex. Rex falls backwards.

Mick storms off into the crowd, leaving a confused Rex Tyler to be surrounded by others asking if he’s alright.

 SCENE: Manhattan Lower East Side, dockyard, 1942

Everyone arrives other than Jax, who is back on the ship.

“The shell is here,” Rip is saying. “But there’s not enough uranium for a blast of the magnitude we were expecting.”

“That’s because Damien Darhk is bringing it up now,” Ray says.

“Damien Darhk?” Stein asks. “As in –”

“The man who murdered Miss Lance’s sister,” Rip says. “How is he even alive in this period?”

“Thanks to the Lazarus Pit, he hardly ages,” Sara says.

“Sara's kind of an expert on Damien Darhk,” Ray says snippily.

“Drop it, Ray,” she snaps.

“I’m sorry, but you ditched the mission to save millions of people to go off on your own secret side mission to kill Laurel's killer in the past.”

“And I suppose you never thought about saving your fiancée?” Sara snaps.

“Yeah, of course I thought about it, but I never did it, because it's against the rules.”

“What rules? We're not Time Masters, there are no rules!” Sara insists.

“Well, if there were, there'd certainly be one about lying to your own team,” Ray shoots back.

“Now isn’t the time for this!” Rip exclaims.

“It’s the perfect time! Honestly, Ray, where do you get off judging me? You think that you're such a big hero, but without that fancy suit you're nothing but a self-righteous rich guy.”

“Enough!” Stein yells.

They all look at him, surprised by the vehemence in his voice.

“There are literally millions of lives at stake,” Stein says sternly. “You can debate the ethics of your actions later. Right now we need to stop that bomb!” He puts his hand to his ear. “Jefferson, bring the Waverider and park it by the docks.”

“Are you sure?” Jax asks. “Wouldn’t it be better if I came in from above?”

“Now is not the time to be questioning my decisions, Jefferson," Stein snaps. "Come now.”

“All right, all right…”

“There they are!” Ray shouts, pointing to a group of suspicious looking individuals, including Darhk, with a large container that clearly holds the bomb, heading towards a surfacing submarine.

Jax lands the Waverider and comes out.

“They must have put the uranium in while we were arguing," Ray says, glaring at Sara.

"Professor Stein is correct; it doesn't matter now. We can’t let them get that bomb on board,” Rip says. “This is no time for subtlety. Do whatever you must.”

Jax and Stein merge into Firestorm and the Legends attack the Nazis.

Mick charges forward, using his heat gun, saying “I love roasting Nazis!”

Sara attacks the guards next to Darkh.

“Interesting technique. League of Assassins, am I right?” Darhk says in a friendly manner.

“I've been waiting a long time for this,” Sara growls at him, having incapacitated the guards.

“Long time? For what?”

“To kill you.”

Darhk does not look impressed. “To try, you mean.”

Sara charges at Darhk and they fight.

“Guys, the radiation is screwing with my suit!” Ray says, growing back to normal size just as one of the soldiers takes aim at him with their pistol.

“Haircut! Watch out!” Mick shouts, pushing him out of the way, only to get hit in the shoulder with a bullet and stagger back.

“Retreat!” Rip shouts.

Sara snarls with rage as she runs from a laughing Darhk.

They run back to the Waverider. Sara is helping Mick, who is clearly in pain.

“The Nazis still have the nuke,” Ray says. “They’re going to hit New York from underwater.”

“I am tracking the U-Boat’s position now, Dr. Palmer,” Gideon reports.

“Mr. Jefferson,” Rip says. “I need you to take the pilot’s seat.”

“What, now?” Jax asks, disbelievingly. “I can’t fly! I just fix stuff!”

“I’m not asking you to fly through the timeline,” Rip says. “I know that is beyond your current capabilities. Just use Gideon to follow the U-Boat.”

“But –”

“I know that you consider the chores that I've been assigning you to be a waste of time, Jefferson, but believe me, they are more than just an exercise.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Jax says. “I’m not stupid. You want me to learn about the Waverider in case you get incapacitated or aren’t around anymore, but nice try. You’re not quitting on us, Mr. I’m the Only One Here Who Was Properly Trained By The Time Masters.”

“Well, as it just so happens, I am,” Rip says. “But I assure you, I will be here whenever possible.”

“Fine,” Jax says, stepping forward. “But it’s gonna be a bumpy ride. What are you going to do?”

“Something of a last ditch option,” Rip says. “You might call it a contingency plan.”

 SCENE: the Waverider diving underwater

“I’m tracking the U-boat,” Gideon reports. “They’ve fired a torpedo at us,”

“Dodge!” Jax shouts.

“Attempting to navigate now, Mr. Jackson.”

The ship shakes.

“They’ve knocked out our telemetry, Captain,” Gideon reports.

“What’s going on?” Sara asks.

“As you can see,” Rip says, returning to the room with his hand in his pocket, holding onto something, “the Waverider is ill-suited for underwater combat.”

“I can try to bypass the tertiary subsystem array,” Ray says.

“Make it fast, Haircut,” Mick says. He staggers, clutching his shoulder.

Sara helps strap him into one of the chairs. “He’s going to need medical attention, and soon!” she says, looking at him with concern.

“They’ve fired!” Stein shouts.

“It’s not aimed at us,” Rip says, studying Gideon's read-outs.

“That means it’s the nuclear bomb,” Ray says.

“We have to stop it,” Jax says, then glances up at Rip. “You get what you wanted?”

“I did,” Rip says. “Excellent work keeping up with the submarine. I’ll resume control now – please strap yourself in with the others.”

Jax shrugs and does so.

Rip programs something into the main computer and then pulls a thin jagged stick out of his pocket.

It begins to glow.

“What’s going on?” Sara demands, strapped into her seat, as are the rest of the Legends.

“I am piloting us on a collision course with the torpedo,” Rip says. “With any luck it will hit us before New York City.”

“Can the Waverider handle the blast?” Stein asks.

“I don’t know,” Rip says. He lifts the glowing stick piece. “Which is why I’m doing this.”

The Legends, all but Mick, disappear.

“What did you do?” Mick demands.

“This is the contingency plan I’ve put in place in case of catastrophe, to prevent us from dying in 1942 and averting the timeline Rex Tyler warned us about.”

“Screw history,” Mick demands. “Where is everybody?”

“The appropriate question is when,” Rip replies. “I’ve scattered them throughout history for their own safety.”

“I knew you never liked me,” Mick says.

“Injured as you are, you would have difficulty enduring the rigors of time travel.” Rip stands up straight. “More importantly, however, although you have not been pulling your weight with the team, Mr. Rory, you are the only person on the ship qualified to guide the ship through the timeline to rescue the remainder of the team should I not survive.”

Mick flinches. “I don’t fly timeships anymore,” he says, looking away.

“You don’t have a choice,” Rip snaps.

“I never did,” Mick replies.

 SCENE: Waverider, modern day

“Okay, there's just one question that you haven't answered. Where's Captain Hunter?” Oliver says.

“I don't know. Must have time-scattered himself like the rest of them,” Mick replies. He makes a face and drains his beer. “Guess I’ve got to find them.”

He does not appear enthusiastic about it.

“Do you think the ship flies?” Nate asks.

“Don’t see why not,” Mick replies. “Fridge works.” He gestures with his beer.

Kendra puts her hand on his shoulder. “You can do it, Mick,” she says gently. “I believe in you.”

Mick grimaces again. “No one else to do it,” he says, shrugging off her hand and rejecting her attempt at comforting him.

“I can tell you where Jax is,” Kendra says, not taking offense but looking a little sad. “But I don’t know about the others.”

“I could help research where the others are,” Nate offers eagerly. “I’m a historian.”

“Sure,” Mick grunts. “Why not; the more the merrier. You can all come.”

Oliver shakes his head. “I can’t go,” he says. “I’m the mayor.”

“And I’m guarding the city of St. Roch,” Kendra says reluctantly. “You won’t believe some of the weird stuff I’ve seen there – well, actually, you probably would. But I can’t go either.”

“You and Carter, huh?” Mick asks.

“We’re currently seeing other people,” Kendra says, a touch coolly. “At least until he figures out that with the threat of Savage gone, I’m not interested in playing beautiful goddess, submissive housewife.”

“Wait,” Nate says. “You’re not coming?” He looks at Mick, alarmed; he clearly was counting on them coming along.

“I’m sure you can do it,” Oliver says, patting him on the shoulder. “Good luck.”

Oliver and Kendra depart in their submarine.

“Well, now they’re gone,” Nate says, watching them go. He gulps.

“Strap in, pretty,” Mick says, sitting in the captain’s chair. “It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.”

“I can’t believe I’m going to travel through time!” Nate exclaims, his apprehension disappearing in his excitement at the prospect, going and strapping himself in. He then looks at Mick and his confidence fades. “You do know how to fly this thing, right?”

“I wish I didn’t,” Mick grumbles, but activates the ship, which begins to rise up through the water rapidly.

“Uh, maybe you should slow down?” Nate asks.

“Maybe you should shut up.” Mick smirks. “Oh, and did I tell you about the side effects?”

“What side effeeeeeeeeeeeeects –”

 SCENE: modern day, looking out into the Hudson Bay

The Waverider breaks the surface and flies out into the sky, making a time jump.

Kendra and Oliver, who are on the dock, turn to look.

“You think they’ll be okay?” Oliver asks.

“I’m sure they will be,” Kendra says. “After all, they are Legends.”

“Well,” Oliver mutters, “I’ve never heard of them.”

 END CREDITS

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The ‘Dirty Secret’ Behind the World’s #1 Dunker…

The ONLY Proven 3-Step Jump Training Program That Adds AT LEAST 9 – 15+ Inches To Your Vertical Jump… In Less Than 8 Weeks.

Guaranteed To Take YOU From Below The Rim To Throwing Down Your Own Nasty Dunks in LESS THAN 8 Weeks.

Hey soon-to-be dunker,

I don’t care if you’re under 6 feet tall…

If you’re ‘un-athletic’…

Or if you’ve already tried every bogus jump ‘tutorial’ you could find on YouTube…

Before you give up on your dream of throwing down rim‑shaking dunks…

Let me tell you something…

You CAN Dunk…

And over the next few minutes, I’m going to prove it to you beyond any reasonable doubt…

Because I’m going to teach you my new 3-step, zero to slam framework…

It’s called VERT SHOCK.

And it’s a new system that YOU can use IMMEDIATELY to increase your jump a whopping 9 – 15+ inches.

All in less than 8 weeks.

Heck, most people see BIG results in as little as just a few days…

Regardless of your age…

Height…

Athleticism…

Genetics…

Take a quick look at what I mean…

“Using Vert Shock I went from nothing to dunking in only 7 weeks.”

— Joe Morales

Gilbert, Arizona · Vert Shock Member

“After Only 4 Weeks Of Vert Shock I Had My First Dunk EVER!”

— Andreas R.

Germany · Vert Shock Member

“I’m just a regular guy and could WINDMILL after only 6 weeks of Vert Shock!”

— Julian Agurcia

Rolle, Switzerland · Vert Shock Member

“Before Vert Shock I was barely dunking… just catching rim grazes. Put in the work and the results will come!”

— Vincent Smythe

Los Angeles, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I went from sitting on the bench, barely able to dunk – to averaging multiple dunks per game, becoming a starter, and winning the state championship!”

— Richard Guymon

St. George, Utah, USA · Vert Shock Member

“Before starting Vert Shock I was just grazing the rim.. After week 7 I threw down my first dunk!”

— Will Peters

Brookline, NH · Vert Shock Member

“Thanks Vert Shock! Check out my Dunk in a game on a defender.”

— Joshua White

North Carolina, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I was skeptical but the results are amazing. Vert Shock helped me make a Pro roster.”

— Paul Parker

Dallas, Texas · Vert Shock Member

“This is the best vertical jump program I have ever done and I’ve tried them all.”

— Chris Deroza

Brisbane, Australia · Vert Shock Member

“Hard work pays off.. Vert Shock helped me get my first dunk and now I can throw down lobs easy.”

— Sekou Roberts

California, USA · Vert Shock Member

“After about 5 weeks I finally threw down my first dunk and it felt amazing. This program is the best program out there and it really works.”

— Jani Kidd

Lexington, USA · Vert Shock Member

“You’re stuff seriously works! Thank you so much man!”

— Jon Gray

Oregon, USA · Vert Shock Member

Keep in mind those are 100% REAL results from real people just like you…

And all of them have gone into this system and come out on the other side a transformed DUNKING machine…

And I can’t stress this enough:

This isn’t another one of those pointless jump tutorials.

You don’t need to do heavy squats…

Crazy box jumps…

Annoying Deadlifts…

Or anything like that.

In fact, if you stick with me for just a few moments you’ll learn some of the exercises you’re probably doing are actually KILLING YOUR VERTICAL.

But first I want to tell you a little more about my VERT SHOCK system…

So far, I’ve helped over 20,000 people experience what I would consider the best feeling in the world…

Their very first dunk.

You’re the first person I bought a jump program from that actually responds…

Just emailing to say I threw down my first in game dunk tonight only 11 days into Vert Shock!

I’m too pumped right now thanks so much man!

Sent from my iPhone

Hey Adam,

Just wanted to say thanks for Vert Shock. I’m only in the 8th grade but I’m 6’2″ so everyone expects me to be able to dunk.

At first I was skeptical, but decided to give it a try.

This stuff actually works. I’m only 2 weeks into Vert Shock and I just threw down my first dunk ever!! I went from hardly being able to touch rim to DUNKING!

Thanks man,

– Josh

Adam,

I just got my first dunk ever and I’m only 13 days into Vert Shock!

Thank you so much for this program.

Sent from my iPhone

Rahul Jayaram

12 minutes ago ·

I have done Vert Shock for 2 weeks now and I can’t thank this program enough.

Before I started it I was grabbing rim with 1 hand from a running start. I can now grab rim with 2 hands from a STANDING JUMP!

I even threw down my first dunk EVER yesterday!

Hey Adam,

Just wanted to say Vert Shock is helping me so much.

I threw down my first ever dunk and I can even dunk off 2 feet now!

Thank you sooo much for this program!

Clifford Davidson

49 minutes ago ·

Thank you Vert Shock!

My vertical has exploded and I am dunking consistently now!

Vert Shock is one of the best programs out there and I want to thank Adam for helping me achieve my dream of dunking.

Here’s a vid about my experience with the porgram…

Maybe you’ve heard of Justin ‘Jus Fly’ Darlington…

His dunks are casually featured in Slam Magazine and Bleacher Report.

He was on TNT’s hit show The Dunk King.

And I’m happy to call a him a good friend of mine.

Like I said, he currently holds the title as the World’s #1 HIGHEST Dunker.

Here’s a picture of him accepting the first-place trophy at the Nike World Dunk Contest alongside LeBron and Anthony Davis.

Even though he may be considered the world’s top dunker, he wasn’t always flying around the world just to showcase his dunks…

Long story short, he and I grew up together in Canada.

And after using and mastering the 3 simple steps in VERT SHOCK, which you’ll learn too in a moment, he has taken his dunks to a whole new level.

And let me be clear…

I’d be a complete liar if I promised you’re going to jump 50 inches…

That’s ridiculous, Justin is an absolute freak of nature…

But, I will promise you one thing…

If you follow this done-for-you roadmap…

Consisting of just a few simple workouts each week…

You can throw down your very first slam in less than 8 weeks.

I promise you that.

Like I said, it is the best feeling in the world.

And today I’m going to share with you the roadmap to the dunk mecca…

It’s a new 60-day ELITE vertical trainer, which I call VERT SHOCK. 

And if you’re willing to stick with me for just a few minutes, I’m going to tell you everything you need to know.

Including exactly WHAT VERT SHOCK is…

WHY this training regimen works a group of leg muscles that you likely never hear about…

WHO has already thrown down massive dunks by following this method.

And most importantly HOW you can use this method to dunk in less than 8 weeks.

But first let me ask you something…

Before I go any further…

I really want you to think about it.

What would your life be like if you could throw down high flying dunks with ease… anytime you wanted?

Would you finally get that starting spot on your team?

Maybe you’d be the star who always gets the rock when the game’s on the line…

Imagine your whole school… maybe whole town… watching you throw down the MASSIVE dunks in games.

Imagine getting tagged in videos all over Instagram and Facebook…

Imagine catching the attention of college scouts nationwide…

That’s what happened to me when I used this system for myself.  (And I’ll tell you all about that in a minute.)

But first let me just say…

When you can dunk consistently it feels like almost anything’s possible.

And I can guarantee you NONE of this will ever happen:

NO MORE stretching your shoulders out of their sockets just to swipe the net

NO MORE being afraid to attack the rim in games and practices

NO MORE feeling unconfident when you step foot on the court

NO MORE whack tutorials and funky exercises trying to increase your vert

And last but not least…

NO MORE sitting on the bench when you DESERVE to be out on the court dunking on people

Just Take It From These Vert Shock Members…

“I went from struggling to dunk to throwing it down in games and ON PEOPLE.”

— Tramaine Anderson

Arkansas, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I can now bang on a fast break and am dunking on defenders!”

— Trelyn Bouie

USA · Vert Shock Member

“I’m only 5’8″ and this is what I was able to do after 2 weeks of Vert Shock.”

— Malik Amos

Louisville, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I’m a 5’10” white guy and after starting Vert Shock I can finally Dunk!!! THANK YOU!!”

— Brant Trease

Kansas, United States · Vert Shock Member

“Vert Shock is the only program online that will actually increase your vert. I dunked after only 5 weeks!”

— Aleksandr Salfetnikov

Washington, USA · Vert Shock Member

“Thanks to Vert Shock I’m finally able to Dunk!”

— Tyler Updike

Buffalo, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I’m a 5’9 freshman who could never throw it down. I used Vert Shock for just two weeks and I finally dunked!!!”

— Caleb Chappelle

Texas, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I’m Finally Able To Throw It Down And Dunk In Games Thanks To Vert Shock!”

— DJ McNew

Missouri, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I am only 5’5″ and after starting Vert Shock I can now throw down dunks AND alley-oops!”

— Emmitt Wheatley

Idaho, USA · Vert Shock Member

Hey Adam,

Program is going great!!

Just to give you a little background on me, I am 16 and only 5’7″. I already do have an impress vertical for my height, I can get the bottom of the box. But I wanted to increase it, so after I did the first pre shock phase day 1. I decided to see how much I my vertical increased.

Already I just barely touched the rim!! I am very impressed with this program, you really are a true hero!! Here is the pic of me touching it! Thank you so much for developing it this program it will really change my basketball career!

Thank you for making this awesome system that you made. I started the program with a 28 inch vertical. I am on Week 5 and I now have a 34 inch vertical. I went from barely dunking to doing tomahawk dunks. This system is great.

Thanks, Wyatt House

Adam,

First, I’m going to start by saying I was a lil skeptical of the program. But after nearly 2 hours sitting in traffic, I decided to give it a try!

After starting Vert Shock let me tell you – the results are amazing. For a player who didn’t even average 1 minute of playing time in high school your program helped me make a professional roster!

Here’s a pic of me jumping over the ball rack throwing it down after doing Vert Shock.

Thanks for a awesome program.

Richard Guymon

34 minutes ago ·

I’m a junior in high school who just last season could barely dunk. I sat on the bench all last year and was only on the team because I was tall. I had only ever dunked once in my entire life.

Then I did Vert Shock and now I average a couple dunks a game and even dunk on defenders. I’m also a starter on the team and have won multiple dunk competitions!

This year our team went on to win the Utah state championship. I had one dunk in the quarter finals, 2 dunks in the semi finals, and a career high of 4 dunks in the state championship game!!!

I can’t thank you enough for Vert Shock!

So what do you think?

Would you be willing to take the next 8 minutes to learn about the PROVEN jump system that could change your game, and ultimately your life, forever?

Please think about this carefully.

Because if you’re just someone that likes the IDEA of dunking…

But never actually wants to throw down a slam…

Do us both a favor and click the ‘X’ and leave this page for good.

If you’re someone that would rather have an ‘ordinary’ basketball career…

Maybe play a couple minutes a game…

But the only dunking you want to do is in video games…

Then the VERT SHOCK system is not for you.

Because this is an exclusive program only for those who want to be extraordinary.

Do you want to dominate your opponents and stand out in any gym you walk into?

Do you want to be recognized at parties and social events as “the guy that can dunk”?

Do you want to make it to the next level and make your parents proud?

Do you want to be the guy everyone talks about at school?

Let’s give it a go then.

“Your stuff seriously works! Thank you so much man!”

— Jon Gray

Oregon, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I used to get teased but now I’m dunking with ease and it’s helped my confidence a lot!”

— Zi Liu

Boston, USA · Vert Shock Member

“After 3 weeks I threw down my first windmill WITH EASE!”

— Ryan Derke

Palms, California · Vert Shock Member

My name is Adam Folker.

I used to play NCAA Division I basketball at University of California Irvine…

And later went on to play in the pros…

See I’ve traveled all around the world and played basketball against some of the best players you can imagine…

Kobe Bryant & Adam Folker

So trust me when I say –

Being an explosive player with a high vertical is not optional…

It’s NECESSARY.

I’m only telling you this because I used to think I could get by on my height alone…

Until life pitched me a quick curveball… and all I can say is…

Kobe Bryant & Adam Folker

If it weren’t for the 3 steps in the VERT SHOCK system, which I’m about to share with you, I would never be where I am now. 

Let me explain…

First, look at this picture of me in 9th grade.

Here I was, 14 years old… 6 foot 4. 

You’d think with that height I’d be a star right?

Well guess what…

I rode the freaking bench on my freshman squad. 

Just imagine how that felt…

Being the tallest guy on the team but your coach only subs you in if you have a double-digit lead.

And how could I blame him?

I was weak, had zero explosive ability… and worst of all…

Now when you’re this tall, and you meet someone for the first time, guess what they ALWAYS ask you…

“Wow do you play basketball?”

How do you think it feels when people define you by a sport…

And you aren’t even good at it?!

I’ll never forget one game in particular.

This girl I had a huge crush on came to watch…

And guess what?

I sat square on the bench for the entire 40 minutes.

My highlight of the night was a few layups during halftime warmups…

I’ll never forget being so humiliated…

I just wanted to get out there and prove myself.

So I went home that night defeated… but determined.

Over the next 6 months, I must have spent a thousand hours looking up everything I could on vertical jump training…

I tried absolutely everything I could find.

Box jumps…

Squats…

Calf raises…

Those funny jump shoes…

Air alert…

Ankle weights…

But none of it actually worked.

I was so close to accepting that NO ONE could improve their vertical…

I figured that maybe it was all genetics, that you’re either born with it or not…

And before I show you this, I need you to understand…

What I’m about to show you is the difference-maker between VERT SHOCK and just about every other jump program on the web…

It’s the ‘secret sauce’ behind my 3-step system…

And it’s going to really piss a few people off.

Especially those YouTubers, who tell you to do box jumps, squats, whatever…

Meanwhile they collect money from ads every time you watch their videos.

Trust me, they DON’T CARE if you ever dunk…

In fact, in their eyes it’s probably better if you don’t.

Just think about it: if you finally dunk, then you stop looking up their videos…

And then they stop getting paid!

I’m seriously so sick of it.

Because over the past 10 years, I’ve spent very close to 10,000 hours refining this method.

And I know the REAL way to get you up above the rim… it all starts with targeting specific muscles in your legs.

So right now, for the first time ever, I’m going to reveal this publicly.

Anyways here it goes…

That night I found a link to a scientific journal study.

And it wasn’t any ordinary study, it detailed a secret, Russian training technique which proved…

“Athletes… can… improve their strength and explosiveness while working to become more agile… in as little as 6 weeks.”

I was skeptical when I came across this. 

Could you really improve your explosiveness in 6 weeks?

Was I really doing it all wrong?

So I put it to the test…

And here’s what I discovered…

Because it trains a unique subset of your muscle tissue which we call your ‘elastic fibers’.

And without getting into too much deep science they’re essentially the muscle fibers that turn your legs into rubber bands.

When you bend your legs, tension builds up…

And when you extend them it releases…

It’s all very simple…

The only way to increase your maximum vertical is to target and strengthen your elastic fibers.

Stronger elastic fibers equal more tension which equals a higher vertical.

BUT…

If you don’t train using special exercises, you end up neglecting them…

That’s why you can work SO hard but never see any results in your jump height…

Let me say, if you’re skeptical, remember I was too.

After all – if this Russian workout program was so effective why hadn’t anyone taught it before?

Well there’s a couple reasons for that.

I already told you about the so-called gurus on YouTube dishing out misinformation…

The other reason? Well…

The magic behind training elastic fibers was actually developed by a Russian sports scientist named Dr. Verkhoshansky in the late 1960s…

It’s hard to pronounce so I just call him Dr. Vert, or Dr. V for short…

Dr. V developed the ‘SHOCK’ method to give the Soviet Union an unfair advantage in the Olympic high jump…

He discovered that repetitive training like squats and other ‘usual’ methods had little effect on athlete’s actual jump height.

It wasn’t until he implemented workouts that targeted these elastic fibers that he noticed real results in the athlete’s vertical jump.

This allowed the Soviets to bring home the Olympic high jump medal in 1960…

And 1964…

And 1968…

And 1972…

You get the point.

The Russians dominated the high jump with the SHOCK method…

Anyways, crazy as it all sounds, several scientific studies confirm your elastic fibers are the only way to increase your hops…

All you have to do is follow the routine which began with Dr. V’s work and you have the blueprint to strengthening your elastic fibers…

Which results in a higher vertical jump.

The only problem is…

Dr. V’s research and training regimen is kind of scattered all over the place.

And a lot of it has to be translated from Russian.

There’s even a manual that his younger daughter recently translated into English.

But it doesn’t give you the complete training program.

It took me nearly 6 months just to find everything and go through his journal articles…

Then another 5 years to test and research the methods…

I wanted to find the best approach to gain the most inches on your vertical jump…

I even got a Professional Strength and Conditioning Certification in the process… that’s how deep I was into this stuff!

So as you can imagine, this has kind of been my life for the past 10 years…

And I wanted to put it all into an easy to follow plan.

That’s why I’ve spent countless hours compiling everything I’ve ever found on vertical jumping into a downloadable, done-for-you action plan which I’ve named VERT SHOCK.

And if you’re interested, I’ll send you a link to download all of my research, as well as the full workout plan today.

It’s the only workout plan I know of that can guarantee you a dunk in just under 8 weeks.

And remember you don’t need to buy anything special to use VERT SHOCK…

It can all be done from your home and you don’t even need access to a gym to use it!

Also…

Don’t let the ‘SHOCK’ part of the title fool you, VERT SHOCK is not only the most effective way to increase your vertical…

But it’s the safest.

Because inside VERT SHOCK you are not doing any heavy weight lifting – so it will not stunt your growth.

Think about it, does anyone ever go up for a dunk with dumbbells?

Or ankle weights, or anything like that?

No.

And we want to practice how we play.

VERT SHOCK is designed to target your MAX vertical jump by activating your ‘elastic fibers’.

So that means no weights or other fancy equipment.

Because remember, weights alone will NOT strengthen your elastic fibers.

But here are the 3 very easy steps that will…

Check it out…

During the first 7 days of VERT SHOCK you will be introducing your body to the unique movement patterns and exercises of the program.

And I don’t want that to sound intimidating at all…

It’s not hard on your joints… it’s no more demanding than playing in a pick up basketball game or anything else you’ve probably tried.

In fact, it’s probably a lot easier. Remember, we’re going to be working SMART not hard.

Everything I’m going to be introducing you to is centered around unique jumping exercises combined with precise sets and reps.

This first step is called ‘The Pre-Shock’ phase and it’s designed to get your body ready to fly.

You will train 4 days this week for 30 minutes per session.

Even though it is only the beginning, most of our athletes already see a 3–5+ inch gain on their vertical jump in the first 4 days!

“I Just Started Vert Shock 3 Days Ago And I’m Already Dunking!”

— John Alexander Macdonald

United States · Vert Shock Member

“After Only 10 Days of Vert Shock I went from BARELY Being Able to Dunk to throwing down 180 DUNKS EASILY!!!”

— Juann Ricardo Rios Salcido

Mexico · Vert Shock Member

“I’ve never seen my body respond to something this quick… after 3 days I was dunking with ease!”

— Sterling Mason

Charlotte, NC · Vert Shock Member

Hey Adam,

Program is going great!!

My standing vertical was 19 inches and just on the second day it shot up to 23 inches!! Today is my rest day and then I’m back on the grind tomorrow getting started on the Shock Phase!!

Thanks for Checking in 🙂

Can’t wait to get to work tomorrow!!

i’ve been using this program for 5 days and i’ve already gained about 4-5 inches.

i believe in this program hands down.

Hey Adam,

Thanks for the program man I’m 6’2, 13 years old.

In just 2 weeks I can now easily can dunk it with two hands!!! Which means your program actually works!!!

I can’t wait for the weeks coming by.

thanks Adam.

Step 2 of VERT SHOCK training is designed to really push the limits.

Here we ‘shock’ your body into jumping higher than you ever thought possible.

This is where the real magic happens.

You will train on average just 3 days per week…

For a total of 40 minutes per session.

Each of your movements will carefully target those neglected elastic fibers.

It is important that you explode on every jump during this phase of the program…

…this is how you consistently reach your MAX vertical jump velocity and strengthen those elastic fibers.

After these 6 weeks you will be leaping higher than all your friends ever thought possible.

After these 6 weeks you will be leaping higher than all your friends ever thought possible.

“I’ve been doing Vert Shock for only 2 weeks now and I’ve gone from barely dunking in practice to DUNKING ON PEOPLE IN GAMES!!!”

— Caleb Reid

Delaware, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I started off barely grabbing rim and now I can DO THIS!!! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR VERT SHOCK!!!”

— Trey Bonne

Kentucky, USA · Vert Shock Member

“I went from barely grabbing rim to DUNKING TWO HANDED EASY!!! Vert Shock helped me go from benchwarmer to STARTING LINEUP!”

— Jared Cleary

Florida, USA · Vert Shock Member

The final phase of the program is the ‘The Post-Shock Phase’.

Think of this as the icing on top…

Where everything your body ‘learned’ in steps 1 and 2 becomes cemented in your muscle memory…

Ready to be called on at any time so that you can rise up and throw down massive rim-rocking dunks on command.

You will train 4 days this week for an approx. 30 minutes per session.

We back off the intensity this week and allow your body to unleash a FURY of vertical jump potential.

This is the most exciting time of the program…

You will feel much lighter and springier on your feet…

Your strengthened elastic fibers will make it feel like a huge weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

“It feels so great to finally be able to dunk! I went from touching rim to dunking easily.”

— Finn Veeneklaas

Australia · Vert Shock Member

“Vert Shock helped my son Tom throw down his FIRST DUNK EVER! Thank you for such an effective program!”

— Justin & Tom Penkethman

Eltham, Australia · Vert Shock Member

“4 weeks after starting Vert Shock I threw down my first ever WINDMILL!”

— Boris Glamocak

California, USA · Vert Shock Member

And now that you know a bit about the process…

Let me remind you…

I’ve already shown you dozens of 8-week dunk transformations from some of our members inside.

If that’s not enough…

Take a look at this video.

That’s my highlight reel in high school.

After learning about the body’s elastic fibers, and specifically training them with my VERT SHOCK routine, my ability to dunk changed my life.

It got me a full ride basketball scholarship to a Division 1 school…

Took me around the world.  Getting paid a salary to play basketball with the pros.

If I couldn’t dunk, I really don’t know where I’d be.

Remember my friend Justin? VERT SHOCK did the same for him…

And now look at him, he’s the World’s #1 Dunker.

So with VERT SHOCK, I now want to pay it forward and help YOU reach your goals.

I know what adding over 15+ inches to my vertical did for me…

…But how can it help you?

Whether it’s impressing your friends…

Getting recruited to play college ball…

Or even making it to the NBA…

I want to get you to wherever you want to go…

But in order to get there, you need to get above the rim.

Like these guys…

Anthony Rose

Yesterday ·

i FINALYY dunked today after practice. everyone was watching and i went up and dunked one handed. Special shoutout to Adam Folker and his workouts they gave me 13 inches on my vertical

Marc Hille

12 hours ago ·

Hey guys, everybody who is out there and wants to increase his vertical should use VertShock as I can say that this was working for me.

I am now in 5th week of the programm and finally dunked for the first time. For erverybody who wants to do the same the programm not only help you to Dunk but also it makes you more athletic in everything you do on the court rebounds,defense,absorbing contact etc.).

Also the workouts are very easy to do and you only need is some space outside or in the gym to do them. Every exercise is shown in a detailed video. There is no doubt that Vert Shock is the fastest and easiest way to increase your vertical. Thank you very much for creating this awsome programm Adam Folker

#VertShock #FolkerSystem

Nick Olexa

57 minutes ago ·

I googled vertical jump programs and spent well over $200 trying to achieve my childhood dream to dunk in a game and none of it worked! Then I found Vert Shock.

I said never hurts to try so I bought it and after 1 week my vertical increased 4 inches and I could dunk one handed. After 4 weeks I gained almost 7 inches and could just barely dunk 2 hands.

After finishing the Vert Shock program I gained more than 12 inches and bam I’m dunking 2 hands. Thanks to Adam and Folkersystem I achieved my dream.

And today I want to do the same for you…

All you have to do is…

I want you to be one of the lucky few who tries my new 3-step VERT SHOCK system today.

And I suggest you hurry, because there’s a limited number of access codes I can give out.

Just to recap, VERT SHOCK can take you from zero to dunking in just under 8 weeks.

And remember it’s the only program of it’s kind…

Because it actually zeroes in on those elastic fibers in your legs…

Which can improve your vertical as much as 9-15+ inches in just a few weeks.

And if you’re ready, I want to send you an access code…

But before I do…

I need you to understand how seriously I take this program.

This isn’t one of those YouTube playlists where you can just watch a few videos… skip a few…

It’s a very clearly scheduled 8-week regimen.

Like I said earlier, this is not a complicated program.

And it’s not that tough (remember – we’re working smart, not hard).

In fact, it takes just over 90 minutes per week to complete.

You don’t need to be athletic.

You don’t need to be strong.

You don’t need any fancy equipment.

But – you do need just one thing…

You need to WANT to dunk.

That’s it.  If you can promise me that one thing…

…I can promise to take you to the rim.

And it all starts with my VERT SHOCK program.

Now in case you haven’t guessed by now…

Access to the VERT SHOCK training system is not free.

And I’m sorry, I wish I could just give it to you for free.

But the fact of the matter is I would be losing money… and would very quickly need to it shut down before going bankrupt.

Between all the cash I spent doing the research, hiring a team to film and edit the videos, creating and hosting websites, producing and publishing the training manuals…

And acquiring the ‘Professional Strength and Conditioning Certification’…

I’d estimate I’ve already spent over $55,400…

Now I can’t charge you $55,400 for VERT SHOCK…

Even though it’s cost me a lot to make it available to you.

So today I’ve lined up a very special price for this jump training program.

And if you take me up on it now, I know you’re going to love it.

But before I tell you the awesome deal I have lined up for you, let me throw in a few more things to really make this a no brainer…

Ballin’ Bonus #1

$17 Value YOURS FREE!

No matter how well or hard you train, there’s 4 ‘Jump Killers’ which will sabotage your success and prevent you from ever jumping any higher.

Chances are, you’re doing at least one of these right now.

Inside this FREE bonus you will discover:

How to ditch the BS that’s stealing your vertical jump power so that you can finally break free from the handcuffs of feeling overlooked and underestimated…

The #1 common mistake ALL players make when trying to increase their vertical… (Heck I bet you probably did this today…)  And the easy solution to get you flying higher than ever before…

How to avoid a common misconception most “experts” tell you when it comes to training your vertical jump so that you can avoid the frustrations and pitfalls.

Ballin’ Bonus #2

$29 Value YOURS FREE!

Training, technique and targeting the right muscle fibers are all very important.

But sometimes a few quick and dirty ‘hacks’ are just what you need to add an extra couple of inches.

Inside this free bonus we spill the beans on 5 of Justin’s dirty secrets to getting up there by any means necessary.

You’re not going to believe these simple dunk ‘cheats’ of his…

Ballin’ Bonus #3

$49 Value YOURS FREE!

The best program in the world is worth squat if you don’t follow it.

So, to prevent you having to rely on your willpower too much, we’ve included a simple weekly email check-in system that increases your consistency and thus results through solid behavioral psychology.

We’ve got your back!

Ballin’ Bonus #4

$19 Value YOURS FREE!

Would you believe that there are common everyday foods that sap your body’s ‘springiness’ and cap your maximum jump potential?

It’s true.

But not only that, there are also a bunch of foods which serve as jump fuel, making your body learn these ‘shock’ motor patterns of ours faster and easier than ever.

Follow this simple step-by-step checklist and maximize your jump potential today.

Ballin’ Bonus #5

$59 Value YOURS FREE!

Inside this free bonus module you will discover:

The “MCV” secret to instantly increase your vertical jump by altering your approach velocity… you’ll be shocked at how fast this works.

A simple but deadly effective “launch pad secret” to 10x your power transfer during takeoff for MASSIVE hang time…

Why you must ALWAYS aggressively pull yourself towards the ground before you jump… this is the #1 most effective way to EXPLODE your vertical and dunk faster and easier than ever.

And much, much more…

Plus if you take me up on my offer to join VERT SHOCK in the next few minutes…

I’m going to really sweeten the deal by throwing in these 5 extra juicy, PREMIUM bonuses…

But only for a limited time.

BALLIN’ Bonus #6

The ‘Power Leak Fix’ for Overnight Hops

$25 Value

BALLIN’ Bonus #7

Olympic High Jump Hacks Revealed

$25 Value

BALLIN’ Bonus #8

The Slingshot Secret to Instantly Jump Higher

$25 Value

BALLIN’ Bonus #9

The VERT SHOCK Maintenance Program

$39 Value

BALLIN’ Bonus #10

The ‘Dunk Now’ Visualization Workout

$26 Value

BALLIN’ Bonus #11

The VERT SHOCK Vert Tracker Workbook

$17 Value

But when you agree to try VERT SHOCK right now, you won’t pay anywhere near that…

Because I really want to give you the best deal possible.

But when we’re dealing with something as special as Dr. V’s dunking secrets, I can’t just give this information out to everyone.

And if I set a low price tag on VERT SHOCK, guess what?

Everyone would buy it.

That devalues the information…

And the next thing you know, all of these fake YouTubers, which you already know I hate, would take the whole VERT SHOCK system…

…Put it on their channel and make advertising money off my research and PROVEN methods.

I’ve seen it happen before.  And I’m not gonna let it happen to me.

Because everyone who’s already joined VERT SHOCK would be pissed.

I don’t want tons of mad dunkers sending me angry emails…

I’d rather have a select few very, very happy (and skilled!) dunkers inside the program.

With that in mind, I’m keeping distribution of VERT SHOCK as small as possible, and ultimately protected from the masses.

That’s why I have to keep my prices relatively high…

So I hope you understand why the published price of VERT SHOCK will soon cost you $138.

Now considering how much this system can affect your vertical…

At least 9-15+ inches in under 8 weeks…

Plus, the $330 in free bonuses…

Is $138 Really Such a High Price?

Would you be willing to pay $138 to be a guaranteed superstar on your team?

To throw down huge dunks in front of your whole school…?

I mean what do you pay for a new pair of sneakers…

$120 for a pair of Kobes?

$130 for a pair of LeBrons?

Sure they make you look and feel cool on the court…

But let me ask you…

How much has a pair of shoes ever REALLY changed your game?

I’ve played basketball for over 20 years, and I don’t know anyone that’s ever gotten a scholarship for wearing pricy shoes.

But I know plenty of people who’ve gotten full rides for their ability to dunk a basketball.

Myself included…

I received somewhere around $44,000 in tuition money just because of my dunking ability…

And I got paid much more than that to play in the pros…

So please understand, dunking is a very valuable skill.

And I’m dying to see how much it could change your life… so I’m going to do something very special for a limited time because I want you try it today.

If you agree to try out VERT SHOCK today, I’m going to give you the best price I’ve ever offered…

I know you’re going to love this special rate.

First, take one last look over EVERYTHING you’ll receive when you agree to try VERT SHOCK today.

Access To My System – VERT SHOCK

Once you sign up, I will IMMEDIATELY email you access to the VERT SHOCK members only website.

There you can find EVERYTHING including training videos, worksheets, and all the details behind the step-by-step workout plan that will have you dunking in less than 8 weeks.

You’ll find that every video is very easy to follow along in the VERT SHOCK system… so you can be rest assured you’re doing everything 100% correctly.  You’ll find additional specific tips, tricks, and techniques I’ve perfected over the past 20 years to shock your body’s elastic fibers for the absolute best high flying results.

Weekly Check-Ins

How lame would I be if I just gave you access and that was the last you ever saw of me?  Don’t worry, that’s not what’s happening here…

When you sign up for VERT SHOCK, it’s just the beginning of our relationship together…

Every week I’m going to send a few emails your way because I want to make sure you’re staying on track.

I’ll also be around to answer specific questions and give feedback.

I want you to know that we are in this together.

Plus, these FREE Ballin’ Bonuses…

BONUS The 4 Vertical Jump Killers

($17.00 Value)

BONUS 5 Dirty Secrets to Jumping Higher ($29.00 Value)

BONUS Jumper’s Diet Checklist ($19.00 Value)

BONUS The Instant Inches Formula:NBA Jump Secrets Revealed($59.00 Value)

BONUS The Power Leak Fix for Overnight Hops ($25.00 Value)

BONUS Olympic High Jump Hacks Revealed ($25.00 Value)

BONUS The Slingshot Secret to Instantly Jump Higher ($25.00 Value)

BONUS The VERT SHOCK Maintenance Program ($39.00 Value)

BONUS The ‘Dunk Now’ Visualization Workout ($26.00 Value)

BONUS Vert Tracker Workbook ($17.00 Value)

Oh and one more thing…

But I can only 100% promise this if you sign up today.

Exclusive bonus

$97.00 Value

If you try VERT SHOCK today, Justin’s authorized me to give you access to this rare jump course…

Inside he reveals ALL of his top secrets to throwing down massive, contest winning dunks.

If you think you’re too short, or unathletic, you need to see‑this…

Because inside this never seen before course you’ll discover:

How to unlock 9+ inches of raw vertical jump using professional dunk champion secrets…

How to use “strength multipliers” to quickly become an explosive world class jumper even if you’re skinny and unathletic (combine 2 or 3 of these for insane results…)

How to re-wire your muscle memory and install the silky smooth jump mechanics of the world’s best dunkers…

3 “leg hacks” to unlock instant inches on your hops…

How to easily dunk WITHOUT PALMING THE BASKETBALL… (This is a game changer if you’re looking to throw down your first dunk…)

A weird takeoff approach used by Jus Fly for maximum propulsion and explosiveness every time…

How to build confidence in your jump ability FAST so that you dunk without hesitation in games…

Plus much much more…

It’s a full course filled with videos and training manuals detailing all of Justin’s juiciest dunk secrets laid out in step-by-step modules so that you can quickly install them into your hops.

But like I said, this bonus will not last forever…

And here’s the part you’re going to love…

Look, I just want this to be the easiest decision you’ll ever make.

I’ve told you that by implementing the techniques you’ll find inside VERT SHOCK you can easily expect to improve your vertical by 9–15+ inches in the next 8 weeks.

And because I want you to make this decision today…

I’m going to give you a once-in-a-lifetime offer that sets you up for life-changing dunks through this one-of-a-kind program.

If you sign up for a risk-free trial of VERT SHOCK today, I’ll knock 50% off the listed price.

That means you’ll get instant access to everything inside the VERT SHOCK system.

AND I’ll send you EVERYTHING else I just told you about all for the low, low price of only $67.

That’s over $427 in value for just a fraction of the price.

And I’m so confident that VERT SHOCK is going to have you dunking in 60 days or less that I’m going to put my money where my mouth is.

So if you go through this program and you absolutely CANNOT dunk in the next 8 weeks (that hardly ever happens by the way).

I will send you a 100% refund.

No questions asked.

All you need to do is send me a quick email with the subject line ‘Refund Request’… and the money’s yours.

There’s nothing to lose.

And everything to gain…

So what do you think…

Is $67 worth the life-changing opportunity to finally dunk a basketball?

It’s your call, but it’s time to make a decision…

And Like They Say…

“The Worst Decision Is No Decision”

Plus 11 Bonus Modules (Total Value: $427)

LIMITED TIME OFFER!

The way I see it, you have three options.

Ignore Everything You’ve Learned Today

You can do absolutely nothing…

Even after everything I’ve showed you today…

The VERT SHOCK system…

Dr. V’s research…

Elastic fibers…

If you want to pretend the facts don’t exist, that’s ok.

But when you get dunked on by that average-height guy in your next game, you’ll always wonder if he went through VERT SHOCK.

And maybe he did.

So option #1 is you can walk away and wonder “what if” for the rest of your life…

Risk Everything By Going At It Alone

You can take what you learned today and go at it alone…

And good for you.

At least I’ve given you a ton of information today… so I’d say you’re much better off than most.

Now you know a lot of YouTube videos and so called jump ‘experts’ will lead you to dead ends.

So you could try to spend your time going through all of Dr. V’s research like I did…

It will probably take you a long time…

Like I said, it took me thousands of hours to compile everything…

Plus it took even longer to optimize VERT SHOCK for the maximum results in the minimum time (5+ years of testing and research!)

But if you’re someone that would rather spend a lot more time…

Doing a LOT more work… just to save a small amount of cash…

Well, then that’s your choice and I’m perfectly fine with that.

Just know, it took me over 5 years AFTER finding Dr. V’s research to finally perfect and finalize the VERT SHOCK system.

Or you can take the final option…

Let Me and My Proven VERT SHOCK System Guarantee You a Dunk in the Next 8 Weeks… By Adding 9–15+ Inches to Your Vertical Jump

Take one tiny action today…

And it could have one of the greatest possible impacts on your life.

All you need to do is click the ‘ORDER NOW’ button right now.

I’ve already done all the hard work for you. (That’s what you’re paying me for, after all!)

All you need to do is follow this done-for-you roadmap… consisting of just a few workouts a week…

And you can see as much as a 3 to 5-inch increase in your vertical in the first 7 days!

And 9–15+ inches over the course of the next 8 weeks.

The fact of the matter is…

There are already plenty of people inside the VERT SHOCK program who thought they were “too short”…

Too “unathletic”…

And “didn’t have the genetics”.

…And they’re all dunking now

So why shouldn’t you?

Why not take the risk-free opportunity to lay down your first dunk in the next 60 days with VERT SHOCK.

And most people see results MUCH faster.

But the clock is ticking…

So what are you waiting for?

Simply click the “ORDER NOW” button below and let’s get started.

I’m looking forward to watching your dunk videos…

Regards,

Adam Folker Founder, VERT SHOCK Spring 2018

Plus 11 Bonus Modules (Total Value: $427)

LIMITED TIME OFFER!

P.S.  Don’t forget all the cool bonuses you get when you sign up for VERT SHOCK today…

Including the exclusive Jump Like Justin bonus system… This usually retails for $97… but today I’m giving it away for FREE.

In total VERT SHOCK’s taken nearly 10 years to put together…

And today you can take advantage of 10 years of dunking wisdom for the low price of $67. 

I’ve already helped over 20,000 students take their dunking to the next level…

And I want YOU to be next.

So don’t hesitate…

This offer expires soon.

And you can’t get VERT SHOCK anywhere else…

Less than 8 weeks from now you could throw down your first slam!

Plus 11 Bonus Modules (Total Value: $427)

LIMITED TIME OFFER!

FAQs

What exactly am I getting?

After ordering Vert Shock you will be emailed your username/password to log into the members only portal. Inside you will be able to access the complete Vert Shock program along with all of the bonuses and Jump Like Justin free bonus course. You can access the members portal on any device connected to the internet!

How does it work?

Vert Shock uses strategic exercises and set/rep combinations to target your elastic muscle fibers. This produces explosive gains in your vertical jump.

Do I need any equipment?

No. Vert Shock does NOT require any equipment or access to a gym. You can do the program at home.

Is it safe?

Yes. Vert Shock does not use any heavy weight lifting so it will not stunt your growth. Vert Shock is safe for all ages. Of course you should check with your doctor before doing any physical exercise.

Does it expire or do I have lifetime access?

After ordering Vert Shock today you will be locked in and have lifetime access to the program. You Vert Shock program does not expire and you can log in as many times as you want.

I am in-season, can I still do it?

Yes, and you will get the same if not better results even though you are training in-season. The intermittent training schedule allows for you to plan your workouts around practice times.

I can’t even touch the rim. Is Vert Shock too advanced for me?

Nope. In fact, you are the exact type of person who will see get the biggest jump gains from this program. You have so much room for improvement that just a few tweaks will see you gaining many inches very quickly.

What if I need help or have questions in the program?

After you purchase you will instantly be given a login to the members only site. Here you will be able to read and post in the private forum as well as ask me any questions you may have.

I’m really busy, will this program take up all my time?

No. We’ve designed this program for busy people like us so you only need less than an hour max 4 times per week to get all the results from it.

How long do I have to wait to get access to Vert Shock?

Vert Shock is a digital, online membership site meaning you get instant access to all the materials and videos the second you join, even if its 4am. Since there’s nothing to mail and no physical books etc, we can keep our program really affordable, saving you a ton of money for all this cutting-edge training.

I’ve never even worked out before, can I still do it?

Vert Shock is safe and works for all ages and levels. The program requires no weights or special equipment and can be done at home. Exercise videos of each movement are included so there is no prior workout experience needed.

My jump is already pretty high at over 40 inches. Will Vert Shock help me?

Yes, but not as much as say, a newbie obviously. You’ll still be able to add a few inches to your hops without much trouble though.

Can I trust you with my credit card?

Without a doubt and here’s why. All our payment processing is handled by a separate billion-dollar company that has been around for decades.

It’s called Clickbank and it’s responsible for millions of transactions per month with the latest security in place. We trust them wholeheartedly and have never had any issues at all.

We were very careful about who we decided to work with and these guys are the best, hands down. You have nothing to fear whatsoever and if you’re still nervous about it, feel free to pay with Paypal. We accept both Paypal and credit cards.

Are the testimonials real?

Yes! If you would like to get in touch with any of the athletes that provided testimonials just ask!

Plus 11 Bonus Modules (Total Value: $427)

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Average -Minicat- Part Three, Tyler

It was a bloody massacre. Neither of us expected a protest to fall into a terrorist attack so quickly, and we were least prepared for this. But Evan decided to play the good guy, to go and rescue everybody and be the hero. I didn’t. I kept steadfast mind and looked around for where the camera setup would be. It was doubtful the woman was still there, but maybe there would be something to help us further our vengeance. Although when I spotted the large metal carcass glistening in the sunlight, my heart and stomach dropped. The ground was torn up around it, the camera was on fire, and there was so much blood on the ground it was surprising to not see a body. Anything that might’ve been there was long gone by now. I looked up the sidewalk for anything, anything at all, but to my avail there seemed to be nothing. It was all a battleground.

   I decided against even trying to look for something, and instead further pulled down the plastic pig mask on my head and walked towards the crowd, where Evan had disappeared to.

        “Tyler Daey! Hey! Tyler!” Someone called out behind me. While I doubted they were looking for me specifically, I still turned around and found myself staring down three guys, one palming a gun. “Long time no see buddy.” My mind was going a thousand miles a second. How did this guy know me? Who is this guy? Why does he have a gun? And how could he tell it was me if I was wearing a pig mask? So, I spat out the general gist of my thoughts.

          “What?” The gunman laughed, and his red hat bounced around on his head.

          “Okay, at the moment we’re the ones asking questions. Sound good?” I didn’t give them the satisfaction of an answer, and when they realized this, red-cap just kept blabbering on. “So it’s been awhile, a long while. I haven’t seen you since you were like, eight or something.”

           “No, I wasn’t in town until I was eleven. You’re lying. Now how do you know know my name?” I demanded

          “How do you know I was calling out to you? It could’ve been anyone I was looking for.”

          “You said my last name. How?” This time one of his buddies spoke up.

          “We just wanted to talk,” there was a flash of movement behind red-cap, and then he started shrieking. The other two spun around, one lunging and the other taking the gun and going to help. I stood there for a moment, either planning to run or help red-cap. But it seemed he had already gotten the wood away, and was trying to scramble for help. Then I realized why the two other guys had ran behind red-cap, to grab the attacker. I launched myself forward, going towards the new guy with a gun, knocking him off his feet and grabbing the weapon for my own. I ran towards the other guy, who had his arms tightly wrapped around a man in a tattered suit. One arm wrapped around his neck, he was crazy-eyed with rage.

            “Set the gun down, or I’ll snap his neck,” he yelled, squeezing his arm around tighter, causing the chestnut haired man to wheeze.

            “Fucking run you idiot!” The man being held screamed at me. “I can-” he wiggled around for a moment. “I can get out myself just, just fucking go!” It was so conflicting on what path I should take. But I did what I thought was best in my adrenaline shocked mind. I held the gun by the barrel and squeezed until it snapped. The two stopped fidgeting and squirming, and then the man in the suit tore away from the other’s grasp. He grabbed my shirt and started dragging me towards a storefront, a restaurant to be exact.

            “T’hell are you doing?” I asked him, yanking his hand from where it was tightly grasping my shirt.  

            “Getting you to safety,” he muttered in a familiar accent.

            “I think it should be the other way around.”

            “Oh yeah?”

            “Yeah.”

            “Screw off,” he muttered, basically throwing me inside the restaurant. Before he could walk back out, it was my turn to grab onto his shirt and drag him further inside. And it seemed a waiter had the same idea.

            “No no, you’re staying in here.” The waiter sighed, and the news reporter let out a groan, before slapping both our hands away. The heat inside the place was so drastic with all the bodies pressed together, huddling in fear, my face had already gotten sweaty, likely from the plastic mask. So I took it off and tucked it under my arm, where the waiter turned to me.

           “Hey Tyler,” he greeted casually.

           “Hey, long time no see.”

           “You two know each other?” Craig asked, and I nodded. Sark was a good man, he’d helped Evan and I get away from the facility and then further given us a home until we could legally buy an apartment.

          “Yeah,” I sighed simply. “You’re acting like this is the most surprising and weird thing that’s happened to you today.”

          “Tyler, he’s probably still reeling in shock.” Sark rubbed his balding head.

          “I am fucking fine mind you,” Craig snapped. “I was just.. Surprised.”

          “Yeah. Sure.” Some blood was dripping down his face, probably a reopened wound. “May we should clean you up a little-” I reached to his head, but Craig angrily slapped my hands away.

          “I’m fine, I can manage myself mind you. I don’t want just some random stranger, with likely zero practice in the medical business, touching my face with dirty hands,” Craig harrumphed.

          “You two are getting along swimmingly,” Sark laughed. “Craig, you should just trust Tyler. He knows what he’s doing.” Craig face scrunched up, as if confused about how he knew his name, and why he should trust me. Though it quickly smoothed out when he realized that he was on the TV, a lot, and that he was probably going to suffer blood loss soon.

           “Fine.” Craig cast his gaze down to the ground in defeat. “But, where’s Daithi?”

            “The guy you pulled in earlier? Probably on one of the counters, we’re using them as makeshift cots for any injured.” Sark nodded, and Craig dove straight into the crowd. Then, the older man got right into my face and started whispering something I could barely make over the crowd. “Tyler do you know how stupid you are to be anywhere near here right now?” His eyes casted an angry glint, and I felt like I was twelve years old again, Sark yelling at me for purposely trying my strength in his house. I ruined the doorknob, and he made me buy another one with the money I didn't have.

            “I saw the logo and I just didn’t think and-”

            “Did you talk to anyone? Anyone at all? Besides Craig?”

            “Yeah.” There was no use in lying. “I didn’t mean to but they just kinda were there and said my name and had a gun and-”

            “They knew your name? Goddammit.” Sark moved away, and rubbed his head again. “Tell me, what did they look like?”

            “Well, uh, one guy had kinda puffy hair, brown, and was wearing a red hat,” I began.

            “Was it like a mario hat?” Sark asked urgently. I nodded, and continued.

            “Another one was like, short brown hair and uh, a beard. Not a big one though, but the last guy was tall and he had a long beard and short hair.”

           “If it wasn’t for the mario hat one,” Sark sighed. “I’d have no clue what you’re talking about. But listen to me, okay? Listen. Do not leave this resturant, do not go anywhere without me, get Evan here now, you’re going to my house when we’re done. Okay?”

          “What’s going on?” I asked, nearly shaking.

          “Tyler, you were one of the best experiments they had, now Montoya is striving for perfection and perfection only, and I think he’s achieved it in some experiments. They want you back. They’re planning something big that need super soldiers, and I think this big show in the park today was to draw you in.”

          “And Evan?” I thought to my close friend, who was labeled as a failed experiment and the only reason I was determined to get out. Turns out the biochemical kicked in late.

         “They still think he’s a failed.  But I bet they’ll want him back too, anybody who was one in the lab they want dead so they can’t tell anybody about what they’re actually doing.”

"Right, so-”I was interrupted by Craig nearly plowing into us.

        “Where the fuck is Daithi, he’s not here.” Despite the aggressiveness and stone-cold face, there were tears gathering in his eyes behind shattered glasses, one lens so broken it would be impossible to see out of, and the other missing a glass entirely.

        “I mean, an ambulance did sweep through and grab some people, I didn’t think i saw them take Daithi but they took the most injured first, and your friend was pretty banged up.”

       “No shit,” Craig turned away, about to run, but Sark once again took hold of the feisty man’s collar.

       “Nuh-uh, Tyler is going to clean you up. The staff will take good care of, uh, Daithi. Go straight and there’s a bathroom, you can use the sink there. There is also a medical kit in the closet, which should be unlocked since someone was in there already.” Sark instructed, I gave him a look of pleading before the two of us weaved through the mess of people, it was impossible not to bump shoulders or touch somebody, which made the situation so much more awkward.

        When we finally got to the bathroom, Craig hopped up on the counter and started running the faucet, and looking in the mirror, he began to take off the cloth around his head. It was such a weird point in time, the two of us in an empty bathroom, the man I had admired from the other side of the screen now suddenly depending on me to help him get cleaned up after a terrorist attack, whether he’d like to admit it or not.

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Homerun

So, this is my first CONFIDENT smut guys so take it easy on me. Also I didn’t look over it too much, I was really excited to post it for you! Let me know what you think. @dylan-trash-tbh @ninja-stiles

NSFW 18+

Words: 2,190

Dylan x Reader

I’m confused as to why I am here. My friend has been seeing Tyler Posey for a few weeks now. When she told me the news, it was a shock but I got over it. She just had to “stop by” on her way to drop me off. I didn’t fight it at first, especially thinking how cool it would be to meet Tyler personally. Well, I met Tyler almost exactly two hours ago. I was currently sat on a sofa in the living room while the Mets were playing on the TV in front of me. A couple cushions away from me was Tyler’s roommate, who also happened to be Dylan O’Brien. Nervous was an understatement for how I was feeling now.

“Are you thirsty or anything?” He asked as he lazily looked over me, rubbing his fingers over the condensation on his beer bottle. I hadn’t realized how thirsty I was until he brought it up.

“If it’s not too much to ask, I wouldn’t mind having a beer.”

He hopped off the couch and made his way to the kitchen, a second later returning with two more beers in his hands.

“Not a problem, sweetie.” He said as he gave me a wink and sat closer to me than he was before.

I shifted in my seat a little as my nerves got the best of me. I silently opened the bottle and started sipping the cool drink, trying to douse the heat I could feel rushing to my cheeks.

After a few minutes of watching the game, another commercial popped up on the television and he was the first to speak.

“I’m Dylan, what’s your name?” He asked.

“I’m Y/N, and I know who you are Dylan. Nice to meet you.” I said, now more comfortable in the situation thanks to the alcohol.

“So, Y/N, you like baseball?” His eyes now on me, a smirk on his face, “More importantly, are you a Mets fan?”

My eyes light up when I look at him. “Yeah. I watch the games when I can.” I say with a smile on my face.

“Atta girl.” He said as he put his hand on my thigh.

He didn’t move it when the game came back on the screen. We made small talk here and there, both of us trying to get to know one another. I was trying not to think about how Dylan O’Brien was making a move on me. I looked down to his hand and ran my own hand over his just to make sure this was really happening. When I did, he grabbed it and turned his body toward mine and moved even closer to me.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispered leaning in, glancing to my lips after a few seconds.

I picked up on his signals and moved closer to him, our lips only a small space apart.

“Y/N, you ready to head out?”

Dylan and I instantly separate, my friend and Tyler coming in just in time to ruin the mood.

“Yup.” I sputtered out, a little too nonchalantly.

I stood to my feet and made my way past Dylan when I felt a hand around my wrist. I turned and was met by his arm extended to me with his phone in his hand. I picked up his hint and took the phone into my hands and quickly typed in my number. I handed it back to him and he mouthed a ‘thank you’ and gave me another wink. I was called out the door now, my friend asking if I was on my way out. I made my way out the door and shut it behind me. I took a deep breath and thought of the things that just happened to me waiting to be processed in my head.

 It’s been a few days since the encounter with Dylan and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t waiting to hear from him since. Just as I hopped out of the shower I heard my phone rattling on my nightstand. I picked it up and answered the unknown number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Y/N. It’s Dylan. What are you up to later today?”

My heart started racing at the sound of his voice. I thought about any obligations I had and came up empty.

“Um, nothing today. What about you?”

I could tell he was smiling now from the tone of his voice.

“Well, I was hoping I could take a pretty girl out today if she agrees to me picking her up later…” he stated casually.

My heart skipped a beat, hoping he was talking about me but doubts started clouding my mind.

“Okay.”

“Okay. Text me your address and meet you around 5.” He stated before he hung up.

Holy shit.

I was sitting next to Dylan in his car as he drove on down the highway.

I finally piped up. “So, where are we going Dylan?”

“It’s a surprise. But, if you look in the bag in the back there’s a hint.” He stated.

I gave him a puzzled look as I turned myself around and started shifting through the bag in the back seat. I pulled a blue shirt out of the bag and opened it up to reveal a bold orange Mets logo.

“Dylan!” I squealed as I instantly ripped my top off and glanced at a ruddy-cheeked Dylan before replacing it with the new jersey. “This is amazing! Thank you!”

I leaned over and gave him an innocent kiss on the cheek and he smiled in return.

We drove a few more miles before I spotted a sign that read “Citi Field” and I beamed in excitement.

During the game we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. On more than one occasion Dylan’s hand would rest on my thigh mindlessly rubbing circles on my skin, driving me crazy. Or he would put his arm around my shoulders gently curling me into him, which was unbelievably comfortable. Once it was over we made our way through the crowd, thankful Dylan didn’t get noticed. Once we made it to the car, we sat in comfortable silence for a few moments before I decided to speak.

“That was awesome. Thank you, Dyl. I mean it, you didn’t have to do any of this. But I appreciate it and I’ll never forget it.” I softly spoke.

He shifted in his seat and leaned towards me and ran his hand up through my hair. My adrenaline kicking in from his touch and gaze, sending my heart into a thumping frenzy so loud I was sure he could hear it.

“It’s okay, I wanted to.” He whispered as he pulled me closer to him, licking his lips as the space between us slowly starting to disappear.

My eyes flutter shut as his lip meet mine delicately, our mouths slowly moving in synch. I feel his grip tighten in my hair as his tongue parts my lips and swirls around my own. I moan into the kiss, the taste of him exhilarating and pushing me further as my lips leave his and find their way to his neck, earning a groan from him as he starts the car.

I continue my assault on his neck until my eyes dart to the road and I realize I’ve been here and we only have a few minutes until we’re at his house. I trail my fingers down his chest and to the prominent bulge in his pants, softly rubbing my hand over his hard length as his breath hitches in his throat.

We pull into the drive and he parks the car and pulls the keys out of the ignition as fast as he possibly could. He quickly ran around to my door to open it and pull me out and up to the door of the house. He held my wrist as he unlocked the door and swiftly pulled me in, slamming the door behind me. He grabbed my other wrist and pinned them both up above my head, nuzzling his face in the crook of my neck. He panted heavily as he nipped the lobe of my ear.

“Baby, I don’t think you know what you are doing to me…” he whispers, pushing his body against mine. I squeak in response as he pushes his leg in between mine, rubbing against my most sensitive parts.

He continues his attack on my neck as I grind on his leg between mine, feeling the arousal pooling in my panties with every passing moment. He removes his leg and pulls me to follow him until we make it to a room. He closes the door, and just as quick he pushes me until I fall back onto his bed. He hovers over me and continues kissing down my neck and to my chest, a groan comes from him before lifting the jersey off my body and tossing it on the floor. He kisses and licks the top of my breasts, making me hum in approval as he reaches behind me and unclasps the undergarment and pulling it from my chest in one swift movement.

I reach to the hem of his shirt, pushing it up and off his body, dropping it on the floor next to the bed. His eyes move down to my chest, his eyes half lidded as he takes in the sight before him. He presses his forehead against mine as he returns to his spot over me.

He breathes ruggedly in my ear, cupping my breast in his hand, “You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?”

He makes his way down my neck again to my bare chest, taking my tit into his mouth sucking harshly.

“Oh fuck.” I moan as I run my hands through his hair, slightly pulling at the roots. I push myself up to him and trail my fingers down to his jeans, popping the button and pulling both them and his boxers down to his feet. He kicks them off, and makes his way to my clothed core with his hands, not missing a beat.

“These need to come off for what I’m about to do to you, baby.” He winks before pulling my shorts and panties off in one swift movement. I feel myself throbbing from no contact and I start to whimper.

He grabs my legs and pulls me toward him, propping my feet up on the edge and spreads my knees apart. He crouches in front of me and runs his fingers through my folds, earning a moan from my lips.

“Fuck, your pussy is so wet. Did I do this to you, sweetie? Is it all for me?” He asks.

Before I can answer, he swipes his tongue up my entrance and to my sensitive nub, taking it in his mouth while sucking and flicking. I moan again in response as I wrap my legs around his head, pushing up into his mouth with my hips. Without warning, he shoves two fingers into my core, scissoring and stretching my walls before rubbing up with the pads of his fingers.

“Oh my God, fuck don’t stop.” I cry out, shaking from the impending orgasms quickly making its way to me.

When he feels me clenching, he pulls his fingers out and grabs a hold of his member with the same hand, running my juices a long his dick before pushing himself into me.

We both moan in unison from the contact. He pushes himself as far as he can go before pulling back out, only to slam back into me again.

“God, baby. You’re pussy is tight around my dick.” He whispers into my ears, making the blood rush to my head. I feel myself get warm and flush, a sure sign I am getting close.

He grabs my legs and pushes them up onto his shoulders, forcing his member to go even deeper inside me. He repetitively hits a spot inside me that makes me moan out in pleasure. I feel him twitch inside of me, telling me he is close to as he moves his hand to my nub and starts rubbing it in a pattern.

“Oh, shit. Fuck, Dylan I’m going to come.” I heavily pant.

“It’s okay, baby. I want you to come. Do it for me baby. Now.”

With that, I let go. I lose my vision and hear a ringing in my head as I’m washed over with pleasure. My toes curling and hips meeting Dylan’s as he loses his rhythm and spills himself inside of me, our names slipping off each other’s tongues over and over as we come down from our high.

We lie there for a while, just breathing and holding each other before we hear a knock on the door.

“Hey, since you guys are done fucking now can I order pizza? I was going to earlier but I didn’t want to be rude, Dylan. You know, kind of like a heads up, man.” He chuckled.

“Fuck.” Dylan groaned looking over at me as I try to contain my blush. “You want some pizza?”

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Through time and space (part two)

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Within a week of being at 221b John helps you get a job- where you meet Rose Tyler. The two of you become fast friends.

Now one day at work you and Rose were closing up when a man grabs yours and Rose’s hands and tells you to run. Once outside of the building the strange man introduces himself: “I’m the Doctor, by the way. What are your names?”

“Rose, and this is Y/N.” Rose answers. The man smiles before replying.

“Nice to meet you, Rose and Y/N. Run for your lives!” The two of you get out of there as fast as possible. Thankfully the two of you are a safe enough distance away when the shop explodes.

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“Well, I think I just lost my job.” You say when you get back to Baker Street.

“What happened?” John asks in response sounding concerned.

“Long story short, someone planted a bomb and Rose and I barely got out of there before it exploded.”

“You two okay?”

“Shaken but otherwise alright.”

“You’re a little more than shaken.” Sherlock observes. “What else happened?”

“This man showed up and took Rose and me by the hand and told us to run- as if he knew the building was going to explode.” Sherlock had his thinking face on.

“Did he tell you his name?”

“He just called himself the Doctor.” Sherlock throws you a ‘where did you hear that name’ kind of look. “You know him?”

“I used too, but that was a long time ago.” Sherlock then continues his train of thought not giving you a chance to respond. “He travels through time and space in a police box. Next to my brother, he is one of the most dangerous men you will ever meet.”

“How is he as dangerous as Mycroft?”

Sherlock looks a little puzzled before replying with: “I must’ve deleted it.”

“Okay what?” The consulting detective then explains what a mind palace is and how he has a tendency to delete ‘useless’ information (like the solar system) from his memory. You roll your eyes. Guess you’re going to have to pull out the books and the laptop to find information about the Doctor since Sherlock conveniently deleted the information about the mysterious time traveler. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 The next day you are hanging out with Rose at her place when the Doctor shows up again. “What’re you doing here?” The Doctor asks when Rose opens the door.

“I live here.” She replies.

“Well, what do you do that for?”

“Because I do. I’m only at home because someone blew up my job.”

“I must have got the wrong signal. You’re not plastic, are you? No, bonehead. Bye, then.”

“You. Inside. Right now.” Rose says as she pulls the Doctor inside.

“Did he really call you a bonehead?” You ask leaning against the wall. Rose nods in response. Rose’s mom, Jackie, asks who was at the door. “Want me to tell her or are you going to tell her?”

“Don’t mind the mess. Do you want a coffee?” Rose asks the Doctor after that rather weird conversation between him and Jackie.

“Might as well, thanks. Just milk.” The time traveler answers.

“We should go to the police. Seriously. All three of us.”

“I already spoke to Lestrade, Rose.” You point out, as the Doctor picks up a magazine. He’s not even paying attention.

“That won’t last, he’s gay and she’s an alien.” He says thumbing through the magazine.

“I’m not blaming you, even if it was just some sort of joke that went wrong.” Rose continues ignoring both you and the Doctor. The Doctor sets down the magazine and picks up a paperback novel.

“Hmm. Sad ending.”

“They said on the news they’d found a body.” There are two different conversations happening at the moment, and both of them happen to be Rose and the Doctor talking to themselves. You clap your hand on your friend’s shoulder pulling her from her thoughts.

“Rose. I already talked to the police as well as Sherlock. They’re already looking into it.” You explain. Rose nods slightly before looking back at the Doctor. She asks him to explain everything but once again he isn’t paying much attention. The cat door rattles, that catches the Doctor’s attention.

“What’s that, then? You got a cat?” He asks. Rose shakes her head. She then explains that they (her and her mom) used to, now it is just strays that show up. Her back is turned so she doesn’t see the mannequin arm trying to kill the doctor. You do though- the first thought through your head is: are you kidding me, I thought I got away from this bullshit.

The Doctor gets the hand off of him, only to throw it at Rose. While the two of them are trying to get the arm off they break a coffee table. You are surprised that Jackie doesn’t hear the commotion. Eventually, the arm stops trying to kill people. “It’s all right, I’ve stopped it. There you go, you see? Armless.” The Doctor answers, only to have Rose smack him with the fake arm. “Ow!”

“I’ve seen some crazy things throughout my life, but I have never seen a mannequin arm try to kill anyone before.” You state. “I need some air.” You then head outside, Katie has interesting timing. She calls as soon as you shut the door behind you. “Hey, Katie.” You say when you answer the phone.

“Hey… you okay?” Katie replies.

“Not really.” Your sister asks you what happened. “This might be hard to believe, but my friend Rose got attacked by a mannequin’s arm.”

“Taking into consideration everything we’ve seen- that’s not that weird.”

“You have a point K… I just find it a little odd that the mannequin arm thingy, happened less than 24 hours after the shop I worked at blew up.”

“Whoa rewind there. What do you mean by it blew up?”

“It literally exploded. Fireball and everything.”

“Please tell me that you weren’t anywhere near that place when it did.”

You bite your tongue softly, you hate lying to Katie but you don’t want her to panic.

“I wasn’t. I saw it on the news.” You answer hoping your older sister will take your bluff. Thankfully she does. ‘Thank god.’ You think to yourself. When Rose and the Doctor walk out of the apartment you have to wonder why they are arguing and why Rose is asking about why she might get killed if she blabs about what happened. “Hey Katie, I’ll call you back.” You say into the phone.

“Okay, talk to you later (Nickname)!” Katie says with a rather perky tone of voice. You roll your eyes and hang up and put your phone back in your pocket and quickly jog after your friend and the Doctor.

“Hey Rose, wait up!” You nearly yell. Rose pauses while the Doctor keeps walking. Eventually, you catch up to the Doctor. Rose asks him who he actually is.

“Do you know like we were saying about the Earth revolving? It’s like when you were a kid. The first time they tell you the world’s turning and you just can’t quite believe it because everything looks like it’s standing still. I can feel it. The turn of the Earth. The ground beneath our feet is spinning at a thousand miles an hour, and the entire planet is hurtling around the sun at sixty-seven thousand miles an hour, and I can feel it. We’re falling through space, you and me, clinging to the skin of this tiny little world, and if we let go. That’s who I am. Now, forget me, Rose Tyler and Y/N.” The Doctor seems a little hurt that he is sending the two of you away, he walks into that police box of his and then leaves. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 “Sherlock, was the Doctor cold towards you when you knew him?” You ask breaking the silence between you and your roommates.

“Not that I’m aware of, what brings this up?”

“The fact that the Doctor basically told Rose and me to leave and forget about him.” Sherlock looks confused before he starts digging through his belongings. “Sherlock, what are you looking for?”

“This.” He says as he hands you a picture frame with a crayon drawing inside. In the drawing is a stick figure with a red bowtie and a red hat that you’re pretty sure it’s a fez. Next to the stick figure is the police box (it says TARDIS in the drawing though.) “I know it’s not the best picture in the world, but the Doctor I knew wore a bowtie and a fez.”

“That isn’t the Doctor I’m familiar with Sherlock.” You point out. “The Doctor I know wears a leather jacket and has rather noticeable ears.”

“Then are you sure we are talking about the same man?”

“I don’t know… all I know is that both of them own an almost identical police box that can travel through space and time.”

“What if this Doctor person can change faces?” John suggests. You get an ‘oh shit’ look on your face, which doesn’t go unnoticed. “Y/N?”

“I’ll explain later… right now, I need to go find Rose. She might be in danger.” Without another word, you leave 221b. You crash into Rose and her boyfriend, Mickey. “Hi, guys.” You say trying to act casual. Rose smiles and asks if you would like to join the two of them for pizza. “Sure.”

When you get to the restaurant you notice that something is a little off with Mickey. He looks like a human-sized Ken doll. You don’t mention anything though if you learned anything from hunting the supernatural- it’s better to keep your mouth shut about it then ruin someone’s life. “So, where did you meet this Doctor?” Mickey asks when Rose mentions the fact she’s thinking of applying for a job at the hospital.

“I’m sorry, wasn’t I talking about me for a second?” Rose asks confused.

“Because I reckon it started back at the shop, am I right? Was he something to do with that?”

“No.”

“Come on.”

“Sort of.”

“What was he doing there?” Out of the corner of your eye, you spot the Doctor pretending to be a waiter. You can’t help but smirk a little bit, thinking of all the times that you and your family did that for hunts.

“I’m not going on about it, Mickey. Really, I’m not, because, I know it sounds daft, but I don’t think it’s safe. I think he’s dangerous.” Rose says. She is so oblivious sometimes.

“But you can trust me, sweetheart. Babe, sugar, babe, sugar. You can tell me anything. Tell me about the Doctor and what he’s planning, and I can help you, Rose. Because that’s all I really want to do, sweetheart, babe, babe, sugar, sweetheart.” When Mickey says that, it tips you off that ‘Mickey’ isn’t actually Mickey. You cautiously reach for your gun that you have stashed in your waistband of your jeans. Rose is finally realizing something is wrong.

“Your champagne.” The ‘waiter’ says.

“We didn’t order any champagne. Where’s the Doctor?” Mickey counters. The Doctor tries a different tactic only this time he does it to Rose, who turns him down. You decide to help the Doctor out even though you don’t really trust him.

“I could’ve sworn that one of you ordered the champagne.” You say giving the Doctor a slight nod informing him that you know it’s him. The Doctor gives you a slight nod in return.

“Y/N I don’t know where you got that idea but we really didn’t.” Rose points out, as the Doctor starts to shake the bottle… that cork is going to turn into a projectile if he opens the bottle just right. 'Mickey’ realizes that the 'waiter’ is actually the Doctor. “Don’t mind me. I’m just toasting the happy couple. On the house!” The Doctor says as he fires the cork at fake Mickey’s forehead- which ends up coming out of his mouth.

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The Doctor gets you and Rose outside. He eventually convinces you and Rose to get in that police box of his. The box is bigger on the inside.

“It’s going to follow us!” Rose says.

“The assembled hordes of Genghis Khan couldn’t get through that door and believe me, they’ve tried. Now, shut up a minute.” The Doctor replies. “You see, the arm was too simple, but the head’s perfect. I can use it to trace the signal back to the original source. Right. Where do you want to start?” Rose asks about how the TARDIS is bigger on the inside. After the Doctor explains what the hell is going on Rose starts crying. “That’s okay. Culture shock. Happens to the best of us.”

“Did they kill him? Mickey? Did they kill Mickey? Is he dead?” Rose asks in response. “Also how are you not phased by any of this Y/N?”

“Oh. I didn’t think of that.” The Doctor answers.

“I’ve seen stranger. So this is nothing new.” You add in with a shrug. Rose just shakes her head at you before returning her attention back to the Doctor.

“He’s my boyfriend. You pulled off his head. They copied him and you didn’t even think? And now you’re just going to let him melt?”

“Melt?” The Doctor then looks at the control console and going off his look of horror he is mentally saying a string of curse words.

Later the three of you go to the London’s eye to stop the living plastic. “Think of it, plastic all over the world, every artificial thing waiting to come alive. The shop window dummies, the phones, the wires, the cables.” The Doctor rambles.

“The breast implants.” Rose adds in, you snicker slightly.

“Still, we’ve found the transmitter. The Consciousness must be somewhere underneath.” The Doctor continues seemingly oblivious to Rose’s comment and your laughter.

“What about down here?” There is a large manhole cover at the bottom of a few steps.

“Looks good to me.” The three of you run down and the Doctor opens up the hatch. 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 🐝 Once inside, the three of you find a multilevel chamber with a basin full of goop in the middle. “The Nestene Consciousness. That’s it, inside the vat. A living plastic creature.” The Doctor states.

“Lovely.” You mutter under your breath.

“Well, then. Tip in your anti-plastic and let’s go.” You look at your friend slightly shocked- she has a dark side.

“I’m not here to kill it. I’ve got to give it a chance.” The Doctor then walks down to a catwalk overlooking the vat. “I seek an audience with the Nestene Consciousness under peaceful contract according to convention 15 of the Shadow Proclamation.” The stuff inside the basin moves, which the Doctor takes as a yes. “Thank you. If I might have permission to approach?” Again the goop moves. Rose spots Mickey on a lower level and runs to him. You roll your eyes as you walk over to the two of them.

The stuff in the vat seems to freak out when it finds the TARDIS as well as the Doctor’s anti-plastic. The doctor tells you, Rose and Mickey to get out of here. Rose calls her mom, while you just stand there like an idiot. You reach behind you and pull out your gun from the waistband of your jeans and look at it debating if you should use it or not. “Why do you have that on you?!” Mickey asks his eyes wide in terror.

“Relax I’m not going to shoot you… however, I am going to use it though.” You answer. “Rose I’m going to need your gymnastic abilities.”

“What do you want me to do?” Rose answers. You then explain your idea (which happens to be stupidly dangerous. If it goes wrong, you might accidentally shoot Rose or the Doctor.)

“Do you trust me?” You ask when Rose hesitates. Your (eye color) eyes meet her brown ones. She slowly nods. “Then you know that I will not shoot you on purpose right.” Once again Rose nods. Praying you wouldn’t hit your friend you pull the trigger. The sound of the gunshot echoes throughout the chamber. Time seems to go in slow motion as the bullet severs the rope, and as Rose kicks the mannequins into the vat of liquid plastic.

After all the excitement dies down, and the Doctor leaves for about a minute before he shows back up again saying it’s a time machine too. You and Rose share a look and a smile before joining the Doctor for another adventure.

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Shot by the Gods- Death Play

Summary: A series of One Shots, Ficlets, or Drabbles from my Gods of LS AU. Ryan joins Meg and two other reapers for a baseball game. 

Chapter: 9/?

Word Count: 1,164

Notes: Takes place after Till Death do us Part and directly proceeds God to Goddess

Previous / AO3

Ryan got ready for the day in his room at the penthouse. He put on a normal t-shirt and jeans instead of his usual jacket and skull mask. He had turned his hair from his usual black into dirty blonde, and pulled it back into a bun. He had made himself look like a normal civilian so that he could blend in with the reapers he was planning on spending the day with.

He exited his room and walked into the living room. Jack and Gavin were sitting at the kitchen table, eating breakfast. Jack looked up from her food first. She tilted her head in surprise at how different Ryan looked. “Who are you and what have you done with Ryan?” she asked.

Ryan smiled and gave a friendly wave. “Hello, my ID says I’m James Vaga. And I’m having a casual day with my employees.”

Gavin looked up next. He gave Ryan an up and down look. “Ryan, you look top!” he cheered.

“Thank you. But what are you doing here; shouldn’t you be at your apartment?”

“I had to do some programming on my computer here. but you’ll have a good day with Meg and those other two reapers she said you guys were meeting with.”

Ryan nodded. “They’re Mariel and Tyler. Mariel is the normal assigned reaper to Los Santos, and Tyler works on sports related death. Did Meg not tell you that?”

“I think she did. I just couldn’t remember their names for a second, but I’ll remember them now. I also can’t remember what she said you guys are going to be doing today.”

“There is going to be tragedy at the Saints game today.”

“But, you’re not dressed as the Vagabond,” Jack pointed out.

“Who said I’m going to be murdering anyone,” Ryan started. Then he shrugged. “Not all death is caused by murder and I know Mariel and Tyler aren’t into that. So, it’s just waiting the game and reaping some souls. No big deal, really.”

“Well, I hope you have fun.”

“I will,” then Ryan began to head out the door. “Now I gotta go. See you later.”

“TELL MEG I LOVE HER!” Gavin called out as Ryan left.

Ryan met up with Meg, Mariel, and Tyler outside the Los Santos. “It’s good to see you again, boss,” Mariel greeted him first.

“Since when were you formal” Tyler asked, in response.

Mariel rolled her eyes. “Fine, it’s good to see you again, VAGA.”

“He goes by Ryan, here on earth.” Meg corrected.

“Actually, my name for the day is James. You don’t have to call me that, but that’s what the fake ID says.” Ryan showed his fake ID to set the record straight. “But, what’s on the agenda for today?”

“Mica told me the ‘Las Venturas Bandit’s shortstop gets a ball to the face in a pitch gone wrong.” Tyler explained first.

“Ooooh, gruesome,” Ryan giggled.

“And that death causes 4 people to have heart attacks,” Mariel added.

“So, does that mean Tyler gets to reap two souls?”

“You’re the god of death, it would only be appropriate if you reaped two of the heart attacks.” Meg reasoned.

“I think that’s fair,” Tyler agreed.

“Alright. Want to head in then?” Ryan asked. The group started heading in the stadium. Tyler stopped to grab popcorn before the went in to grab their seats. “Why’d you want to grab popcorn?” he asked him.

“I just wanted a snack at the show, you know.”

“Buy, we’re at a baseball game. Not the movies.”

Mariel shrugged. “We’re going to be reaping some souls. It could be like a free play of tragedy of sorts,” Mariel added.

“More like a death play,” Meg snickered.

Ryan smiled. “Heyo, 'Death Play' it is then.”

“Come on, let’s go watch the start of the game,” Tyler motioned for the group to follow him inside.

The group took their seats. Ryan sat on the end, Meg sat next to him, and Mariel and Tyler followed in suit. Ryan turned to Meg. “Hey, Meg?”

Meg turned to face Ryan. “Yeah?”

“Are you and Gavin okay?”

Meg tilted her head. “Yeah, of course. Why do you ask?”

“Well, when I was leaving the penthouse this morning, I saw him eating breakfast with Jack.”

“He said he had some coding to do. I’m not going to stop him from doing his job.”

Ryan sighed. “Yeah, you’re right.” then Ryan remembered something else. “Besides, he told me to tell you he loves you.”

“I love him too. But honestly, I’m not sure coding was the only reason he left to go to your penthouse this morning.”

“What are you implying?”

“I think he also wanted to see you.”

“Why would he want to see me?”

“You’re like, his best friend.”

“Michael is his best friend. I’m just the mercenary he’s unable to be afraid of who happens to be immune to his golden touch. Hell, he even kissed me once he learned who I was just so he could finally kiss someone. I’ve always just been a challenge turned friend of convenience,” Ryan sighed. “And that’s all I’ll ever be.”

Meg stared for a moment. “You can’t think like that.”

“It’s true and you know it. I let him date you so at least he could be happy with his love life.”

Meg could not immediately think of a response. Then she thought of something. “Would being in a romantic relationship with Gavin make you really happy?” she asked.

Ryan blushed and smiled. “More than anything.” Then Ryan coughed. “But you’re his girlfriend and I shouldn’t be telling you that.”

“But, you’re also one of my best friends.”

“Thank you.”

“And also, my boss. And employees need to go out of their way to make their bosses happy.”

“Meg…”

“So,” then she stood up. “I will go out of my way to make Gavin realize he likes you, so you can finally have a romantic relationship with him.”

“Meg, I swear he feels no possible romance for me.”

“And I think he does.”

“Guys, shut up about your relationship problems,” Mariel complained.

“Besides, it’s time for the ball to meet the shortstop,” Tyler informed the group. He raised his arm up and directed the ball to pass through the skull. Panic erupted in the stadium.

Ryan stood up to leave. “What’s up Rye, getting up to go reap the heart attack souls?” Meg asked.

“Actually,” he sighed. “There were supposed to be some other deaths happening in Los Santos today, so,” then he waved his hand over his face, the make-up of the Vagabond appearing on it, “I’m going to go take care of that.” Then he stood up and left.

“What did you do?” Mariel asked, disappointed.

“I told him I’m determined to get him the love interest he truly desires.”

“Romance isn’t our department. Death is.”

“Don’t care.”

Mariel facepalmed in response. Tyler just shrugged. “I guess I do get to reap two souls today.”