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Wax and Wane

A/N: Enjoy!

Warnings: guns, gunshots, violence, blood, mentions of guns, blood, corpses, vomit, murder and death

Word Count: 7095

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Chapter Thirteen: The Bite

The Fourth of July, one of America’s most beloved holidays. A day for barbecues, gathering families and friends, and colorful explosives. This night, the entire town of Hawkins was gathered for the celebrational Fun Fair. There were rides that twisted and turned and spun about, carnival games with prizes, sweet and savory foods, and the kids’ favorite: The fun house.

It was the perfect event to keep the voters on Mayor Kline’s side, especially after the protests against him by the working citizens who were put out of work due to the mall’s success.

Ted, Karen and Holly Wheeler were led onto the ferris wheel by the ride operator as Mayor Kline stepped onto the stage where a teenage marching band played. With a wave of his hand, he cut off the song, smiling at the cheers he received upon his arrival.

“Now, doesn’t that just lift your spirits? Let’s give another big hand for the Hawkins High Marching Band!”

Karen watched with a loving smile as Ted hoisted Holly up and sat her down between the two of them. She couldn’t believe that just a few days ago, she was going to turn her back on them for one night of pleasure.

“Keep your arms inside.” The operator said as he pulled the bar across the three, latching it shut.

“Uh-oh! Dad can’t get out now.” Karen giggled to her daughter.

“Why do you two enjoy torturing me?” Ted smiled a bit. Karen rolled her eyes.

“Because it’s fun.”

“Yeah, Dad!” Holly grinned at her father. “‘Cause it’s fun!”

Ted chuckled at his daughter, but his amusement vanished as soon as their seat jerked back, the man groaning in discomfort and slight fear as they were pulled back and up. “Oh, boy… Hoo!”

“But enough of me blabbering,” They could hear the mayor from where they were. The fair was growing smaller the higher up they went. “Who here wants to see some fireworks?”

The townees clapped and cheered and there were even a few whistles.

“Come on, now, you can do better than that. Who here wants to see some fireworks?”

Their cheering intensified just as the three reached the top of the ferris wheel, Ted frowning when the ride stopped at its peak just under the night sky. “Uh, why are we stopping?” He looked to his wife, who slyly grinned at him.

“Because I slipped Jimmy a five.”

“You what?”

“Come on, these are the best seats in the house.”

Holly looked up at him with a matching grin. “The best seats in the house!”

As if on cue, the screech and pop of fireworks sounded. The three looked up at the blackened canvas above them to see the splatter of color exploding across, the remnants raining down afterwards. The whoops and hollers of the townees could be heard below them.

“Happy Fourth of July!” The mayor exclaimed as the marching band started up again.

Ted and Karen happily chuckled, looking down to see their daughter’s reaction. “Whoa! That was a pretty one, wasn’t it?” Karen grinned.

“Yeah.” Holly happily agreed.

Unfortunately, though, Holly was a curious soul like her three older siblings. She felt her father playfully pinch her arm, but she didn’t react, for something else had captured her attention. From where she sat, she could only see the tops of the trees in the woods, but it was the perfect view to see that some unseeable force was moving the trees one, then two, then three at a time.

“Mom, the trees.” She worriedly frowned.

“What, baby?”

“The trees are moving.”

“Why are you looking at the trees, baby? The fireworks. Look at the fireworks!”

At her mother’s cheerful tone, Holly lifted her eyes to the explosives in the sky. It didn’t minimize the rustling she could hear, though, or the fact that she could still see the movement from her peripheral. Whatever was in the woods was moving away from the fair, and no one had noticed it but one little girl.

From the cabin, the popping of the fireworks was a distant sound, and the last thing the people inside wanted to think about. Doc sat on the couch, Max and El on either of her sides with Will perched on the top behind Max. Mike sat upon the coffee table directly across from his sister, Nancy and Jonathan standing off to the side, and Lucas pacing back and forth behind the couch.

“He said he was building something,” Doc had been relaying what she had gone through in the Void once El had left. “That it was all for me and El.”

She didn’t know why, but she lifted her head to look at Will, who instantly met her gaze. He reached over and gently squeezed her shoulder. With a trying smile, she placed her hand over his.

“Is he talking about the flayed?” Max asked.

“He must be.” Nancy answered.

“So, he’s building an army, just like we thought.” Lucas confirmed.

“Yeah,” Mike nodded. “But he’s not building this army to spread.”

“He’s building it to stop (Y/N) and Eleven.” Will finished.

“Last year, El closed the gate on him. I have a feeling that really pissed him off.”

Lucas raised his brows. “Like, royally.”

“And I remember… when the Mind Flayer was in Will, he said that Doc was supposed to be protecting him, protecting them. She has a connection to the Upside Down and the Mind Flayer. And it now knows that the girls are the only thing that can stop him. But if they’re out of the way-”

“Game over.”

Doc inhaled deeply as the mountain of corpses flashed through her mind. “I-I don’t know… He also said… he was going to kill Eleven… and then have me kill all of you.”

The room silenced as the new information sunk in. Max sighed and turned away. “Yeah, well, that’s nice… Why does he want you to do it? To torture you?”

“No, I… he wants me to come ‘home’.”

El frowned. “Come home?”

“As their… queen.” She watched their eyes widen in confusion and disbelief. “He showed me… all of you. And Dustin and Steve… Sheriece… my parents and Holly… He showed me your bodies. And I had done it. I-I’d done all of it.”

Mike leaned forward when he saw the tears well up in her eyes and gently held her hand in his. “Hey…” He caught her gaze. “We know you would never do anything like that. He can’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

Doc nodded, but she was hardly listening to him. Now that she knew what she was fully capable of, how much pain she could cause, it hurt her to be around the ones she loved. It started with self-defense against people she didn’t even know, then it was her best friend, and now it could be her own family. She couldn’t sit beside herself knowing what may be her fate.

She suddenly shivered and snapped her head to the nearest window. “Do you hear that?”

Everyone went silent and strained their ears, but heard nothing other than the popping in the sky.

“It’s just the fireworks.” Jonathan reassured her.

“No,” Nancy stood from her seat and walked over to the same window. “I hear it now… (Y/N), when Billy told you this, it was here, in this room?”

“Yes, I…” Her face dropped before she shot up to her feet. “Shit. He said he could see me now… That they all could. I-I think the-”

She went silent for a second before fearfully shuddering, her eyes darting all around the room in search of something.

“Doc, what is it?” Mike asked.

“I hear… I hear something. You don’t hear it?”

A couple seconds of silence went by before a thud sounded. Everyone looked to Doc, who was focusing all her attention on her hearing. Will felt the prickling of goosebumps and reached his hand up to feel the back of his neck.

“He knows we’re here.”

Jonathan was the first one to the door, throwing it open and leading everyone off the porch and towards the dirt road. They could see the blast of colors in the distance, but barreling through the woods was the physical form of the Mind Flayer, knocking aside trees in its path.

Eleven and Doc held hands out of fear.

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The facility was in chaos. The alarm still blared through the halls, Russian guards ran about the place in search of their American captives, and said captives currently rode towards the elevator in the cargo cart. Dustin drove it and Erica sat beside him with Steve and Robin in the storage area, a cage-like barrier separating them.

“Jesus, slow down, man!” Steve slurred after being flung around once again.

“Yeah, what is this, like, the Indy 500?” Robin frowned.

“It’s the Indy 300.”

“No, dingus, it’s 500!”

“It’s 300!”

“Let’s say… a million.”

The two burst out in laughter and slumped against the walls of the cart. “What is wrong with them?” Erica jutted her thumb in their direction.

“I don’t know.” Dustin shook his head.

“Dustin, watch out!”

“Shit!”

Just then, they hit a bump, Dustin trying his best to swerve out of the way of the metal barrels ahead, but he ended up crashing into them anyway. The car jerked to a stop, Steve and Robin slamming into the barrier with groans.

“You guys alright back there?”

More groans.

“They’re fine.”

The two children hopped out of the cart and went to the back, opening it for the others to climb out. “Come on. We gotta go, now.” Dustin ordered.

The two didn’t move, clearly having no sense of urgency.

“Come on! Get out!”

“Let’s go!”

Reluctantly, they pulled themselves out (if not with a bit of harsh assistance) as Dustin strode up to the elevator. “Here goes nothin’.” He quirked his brows and keyed them in.

It wasn’t long before the four were being pulled up to the main level of the mall. Dustin and Erica worriedly watched as Steve stood on a dolly, Robin holding onto the handle and pulling him this way and that, the two giddily whooping.

“Hey! You look like you’re surfing!”

“Surfing! Yeah! Whoa!”

Erica raised her brows at their childish behavior. “They seem drunk.”

Dustin turned to her. “Why would they be drunk?”

Steve was thrown forward when he lost balance on the dolly, crashing into a few boxes and landing on his back. “Wipeout!” Robin exclaimed with a laugh. Sighing, Dustin knelt beside his friend and placed his hand on his sweaty forehead.

“He’s burning up.”

“You’re burning up.” Steve retaliated.

“One sec, one sec.” He attempted to pull his eyelids back to get a look at his pupils, moving past Steve’s hands that tried to fight him off. “Steve.”

“God, no.” Steve whined.

“Steve.”

“Ow!”

Dustin got a quick look at the size of his pupil before turning to Erica. “His pupils are super dilated.”

“Maybe he’s drugged.” She suggested.

As soon as Dustin turned back, Steve poked the tip of his nose with a ‘boop’ and a laugh. He sighed out in irritation and patted his cheek. “Steve, are you drugged?”

“How many times, Dad? I don’t do drugs. It’s only marijuana.”

Dustin moved his face away when Steve gave him another ‘boop’. “This isn’t funny, okay? I need to know what they did to you. Are you gonna die on us?”

He was met with another ‘boop’, but this one was a little rougher than the other two. He was just about to give Steve an earful when Robin spoke.

“We all die, my strange little child friend.” She grinned with wide eyes. “It’s just a matter of how… and when.”

Dustin stared at her for a few beats before shaking his head and looking back at Steve. “They’re gonna be looking for us up there, so I need you to tell me where you parked your car.”

Steve widened his blood-shot eyes, his bruised face lighting up. “Oh, can we make a pit stop at the food court?”

Robin met his eyes with a nod. “I would kill for a hot dog on a stick.”

“Ooh!”

“Alright. Yeah, food.” Dustin dismissed with a wave. “Yes, you can have as much food as you want, but only if you tell me where your car is parked.”

Steve furrowed his brows. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh?”

“The car’s off the board.”

“What?”

“They took the keys.” He pulled his empty pockets inside out as Robin belly-laughed. “The Russians, they took the keys. Like, forever ago. That’s a bummer, right?”

Dustin moved his wide eyes over to Erica, who sighed out with an exhausted look. Soon, the elevator ride was over and the four were out through the double doors of the back entrance. As soon as they were out, Robin and Steve exhaled in relief.

“Oh, my god, that tastes so good!” She stuck her tongue out. “Steve, can you taste the air?”

He laughed and copied her actions. “I taste it! I taste it!”

Dustin and Erica stopped in their tracks when they noticed two Russian guards on the other side of the gate, running towards them and shouting. The children cursed and turned right back around, pulling the older two with them back inside. Dustin gave the guards one last look before shutting the door and locking them out.

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Hopper’s shed opened and welcomed Nancy in, her eyes searching for a very specific weapon. When she caught sight of it, she marched right up to it and picked it up, shifting it in her hands before cocking it.

It was a shotgun, the exact same one Hopper had tossed her way eight months ago when no one else knew how to use it. It was ironic, but fitting.

After exiting the shed, she joined Jonathan, who had just ripped an ax out of a tree stump, the two returning to the cabin once they had retrieved their weapons. Inside, the kids were working together to board up the windows with furniture. The couple set down their weapons and lifted the couch together, bringing it over to the front door they had just walked through and blocked it. After every window was blocked and every door was shut, the group gathered in the center of the living room.

“Hey, get away from the windows.” Nancy ordered Mike and Eleven, reminiscent of when Hopper had said the exact same thing to the kids before. In fact, the entire situation was familiar, concealing the inside in hopes of keeping out the Mind Flayer. This wasn’t their first battle with this foe, but they prayed it would be their last.

Circling up, the lot of them stood back-to-back, squaring their shoulders and bracing themselves. Aside from their collective panting, the room was silent. They turned their heads all around, their nerves on edge as they awaited the arrival of the Mind Flayer. They were so nerve-wracked that the squeaking of a nearby lamp had them flinching.

Then the lamp began to rattle, the entire house shaking with the thunderous steps of the monster outside. Everyone gasped and kept their eyes on the walls and ceilings as the lights around them flickered.

“It’s close.” Will warned. He looked to Doc for confirmation and found her staring intently on the spot near the bookshelf. The house shook even worse the closer the monster drew to the house. El looked up and watched through the window as the tree outside was shaken. She and Max jumped when a mug from the kitchen dropped and shattered against the floor.

“Where’d it go?” Max asked once the house silenced.

Everyone’s breathing grew shaky and their stomachs dropped deeper. All they could do was brace for the Mind Flayer’s next move. Whether it was going to break through a door or a window or a ceiling, they needed to be prepared.

And Doc was prepared. She could feel it, in the same place she had been staring. She flexed her fingers, allowing her power to course through her veins and strengthen from her fingertips. Thin, black lines zig-zagged across her skin as she squared her shoulders. Awaiting. Ready.

Just as she suspected, a tentacle broke through and everyone jumped back towards the walls with startled screams. Doc stretched an arm out, holding the tentacle in place as it snapped its teeth in her direction. Nancy immediately started shooting at it, and Jonathan didn’t waste a second to run up to the tentacle, landing the ax on it a few times before another one broke through, heading straight for him. Doc gasped and used her other hand to shove him out of the way.

She cried out at a stabbing pain in her side, looking down to see that the second tentacle had bit her. Her panic caused her to let go of the first one and grab hold of the one assaulting her. The first tentacle didn’t have time to attack her again, for Eleven used her power to hold it in place again.

The tentacle in Doc’s side was exploded in the next second, its disgusting flesh falling to the ground at her feet. She stumbled forward a bit at the pain in her side, but brushed off any hands trying to comfort her. “I’m fine. I’m fine.” She breathed. El had just ripped off the head of the tentacle, the rest of it retreating back to its main body through the hole it had created.

“Holy shit.” Max gaped. That was the only quiet moment they had before another tentacle broke through, Doc catching it before it could reach her face. On the other side of the room, another broke through before El caught it. The two tentacles twisted and thrashed in their holds, but the girls didn’t relent, slowly moving backwards until their backs were touching. With panting breaths, they ripped the heads off, the creatures slinking out through the holes again. Doc slowly turned to face Eleven, a small and breathless smile on her face.

Suddenly, a tentacle that was thicker from the rest shot out of the Mind Flayer’s mouth and broke through the ceiling, grabbing El by her left ankle and dragging her across the floor. Mike and Doc were the first ones to grab her hands and pull her as she was lifted into the air. Next was Jonathan, then Max, then Will.

“El!” Mike screamed, planting his feet and pulling her with all his might as El let out petrified screams and kicked her free leg out as she thrashed. “Pull!”

“I have an idea!” Doc shouted and let go of her sister, rushing over to Jonathan’s other side. She lifted both of her hands towards the tentacle that had El and touched her knuckles together, slowly pulling her hands apart. The monster roared as its flesh was slowly but surely being torn apart.

Nancy, who stood off to the side, reloaded her gun as fast as she could. “Nancy, shoot it!” Jonathan shouted. Gun reloaded, she aimed it at the head of the monster and shot repeatedly. It reared its head back a few times, but it clearly wasn’t fazed enough to let go of El.

“Lucas!” Doc cried out, said boy seeming to snap out of his shock. Without a word, he ran to the forgotten ax, gripping it in his hands and hopping onto the television stand before driving it into the tentacle. The monster roared in pain when it was ripped out and plunged in again. Doc’s job was becoming easier the more flesh Lucas broke. Between her powers, the ax, the shotgun, and everyone pulling El, the Mind Flayer was losing.

With one last chop, Doc was able to easily rip the tentacle apart, the Mind Flayer screeching as it pulled its limb back into its mouth. Everyone who had been pulling fell to the ground, Mike taking Eleven with him.

“El!” He brushed her hair out of the way to see her sweaty and exhausted face. “El, are you okay?”

She couldn’t even muster up the strength to speak, only nodding in answer. At the sound of shrieking, Mike looked down to see part of the tentacle still lodged in her leg. He pushed off the floor and grabbed hold of it before using all his strength to rip it off. El screeched out in pain as the creature scrambled out of the house through one of the holes in the walls.

Doc turned her attention back to the ceiling, where the Mind Flayer slowly lowered its face through the hole menacingly. She could see El about to get up from her spot on the floor, so Doc ran over and stood in front of her sister protectively.

The Mind Flayer let out a roar, several tentacles slinking from its mouth, but it reared back when it felt something grabbing hold of it. Without her hands, Doc was using her powers on the monster, yelling out at the excessive amount of energy she had to use. That, and the pain she felt in her side, blood surely leaking out by now if it hadn’t already. Her vision was becoming spotty, but she knew she couldn’t stop now.

Blood-like liquid spilled from the Mind Flayer’s head as it split apart. And eventually, with a cock of her head, Doc was able to rip its head in half. The distant ringing in her ears grew louder as her body tilted back and her world went dark. Before she went unconscious, she felt a pair of arms catch her and the frantic screaming of her friends.

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Steve and Robin were dazed messes as they were pulled by Erica and Dustin down the back halls of the mall meant only for employees and delivery people. Steve yelled out as they sharply turned a corner, planting his hand on the wall before he could run into it.

“Where are we going?” Erica asked as she hastily pulled the young man behind her.

“Just trust me.” Dustin responded as he pulled Robin. Within the halls of the theater, the employee door opened, the Henderson boy peeking his head out and looking around. “All clear.” He nodded, pushing the door open and quickly leading his friends down the hall until they reached a theater next to a poster advertising Back to the Future. Steve made sure to nab a discarded bag of popcorn from the trash as he was pulled in.

“Doc!” Michael J Fox’s character exclaimed.

“What did I tell you?!” Christopher Lloyd’s character excitedly jumped up and down, the two standing before two streaks of flames. “Eighty-eight miles per hour!”

Dustin urged everyone down the stairs, eyes searching for any open seats until he found two at the end of the first row. “You two, sit.” He ordered and watched them plop into the seats.

“No, no, no! These seats are too close!” Robin complained.

“Dude, these seats blow.” Steve loudly whispered and shoved popcorn into his mouth.

“Then don’t watch the movie.” Dustin frowned.

“We wanna watch it.” Robin back-talked.

“Then watch it!”

A man behind the two leaned over and shushed them, Steve and Robin quickly turning around and giving him the same treatment.

“Sorry,” Dustin quietly apologized to the man before turning back to his friends. “Whatever you do… Don’t. Go. Anywhere.”

“Fine, Dad.” Steve sassed, Robin snickering at him. With hushed apologies, Dustin and Erica hurried to the other end of the row where two conveniently-opened seats sat. With a deep sigh, they sat down.

“Okay, it’s official. I’m never having kids.”

At his words, Erica scrunched her brows and turned to him. “What are we doing here?”

“We’re laying low. Cooling off. Like Oswald.”

“Oswald was found in a theater and shot to death.”

“A week later.”

“The point is, his plan didn’t work.”

“Only because it was a setup.”

“What?”

“He was just a patsy.”

“Tell me you’re joking.”

From behind them, a woman shushed, the two turning around and shushing her right back. “We need to get outta here.” Erica irritably spoke. Dustin gave the two on the other end a glance before turning back to her.

“Alright, you watch Tweedledee and Tweedledum. Make sure they don’t go anywhere.”

“Where are you going?”

Dustin fished his walkie out of her backpack. “To find us a ride.” He stood from his seat and hurried up the stairs. With an eye roll, Erica moved her attention to her task, Steve and Robin staring up at the screen with wide red eyes, confusedly speaking to each other.

Why does she get stuck with the nerds?

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Doc awoke when she was jerked to the side, screaming out in pain when her wound shot with pain. “What the fuck?!” She cried.

“Sorry!” Jonathan called out before everyone exited the car. Doc let Lucas help her out before they heard the sound of glass shattering. Nancy had thrown a rock through the glass door of the grocery store, leading everyone inside. Despite the pain in her side, Doc brushed past her sister and ran throughout the store to grab soap, rags, ointment, gauze-based bandages and a wooden spoon before locking herself in the bathroom.

As soon as the door was locked, Doc let the items fall to the floor, the girl holding herself up against the wall. Something was wrong. She could feel it, physically. Pulling her shirt out of her pants, she exposed her torso to get a look at her wound in the mirror. Other than the blood pouring from her open wound, and the black veins surrounding it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

That was when she felt something moving within her. She gasped loudly at the sight of something moving inside her side, under her skin. Wherever in her body it moved, black veins were left on her skin in its wake.

The pain it caused nearly forced her to scream, but she quickly picked up the wooden spoon and put it between her teeth. She didn’t want to worry anyone. She could do this herself.

Tears in her eyes, Doc stretched her black-smudged fingertips to her wound, using her power to grab whatever was moving under her skin. She exhaled sharply over and over through her nostrils as she dragged it to the opening of her wound. The pain was a white-hot, searing, stabbing, continuous pain as she dragged it across her damaged tissue and injured skin, the tiny shrieks of the creature within her growing louder the closer she dragged it.

All Doc let out was a short and muffled scream before pulling out a small piece of the Mind Flayer that had attached itself to her. Her blood-shot eyes widened as she held it in mid-air, the creature screeching louder and louder until it exploded, its remains falling to the floor by her feet. Job done, Doc dropped the spoon from her mouth and let it clatter to the floor. With a huff, she turned to the sink and washed her hands.

In the medicine aisle of the store, Nancy had just lifted Eleven’s pant leg to reveal her leg that had a couple gashes from where she was bitten, blood covering her entire shin to her ankle and some still leaking from her wound.

“Oh, shit.” Max breathed. When she saw Nancy picking up the rubbing alcohol and gauze, she quickly stopped her. “What- What- Hey, what are you doing?”

“I’m cleaning the wound.”

“No, first, we need to stop the bleeding…”

From the bathroom, Doc pressed one of the rags to her skin, wincing in pain as she let it soak up the blood.

“Then clean…”

She watched herself intently from the mirror as she delicately wiped her wound with a separate wet rag.

“Then disinfect…”

Her ointment-tipped finger glided across her skin around her wound, a few tears dripping from her eyes with every sting.

“Then bandage.”

Gauze bandage fastened around her stitched torso, Doc fixed her clothing back into place and slumped against the wall, letting out slow and steady breaths.

When Max felt Jonathan’s questioning eyes on her, she sighed and shook her head. “I skateboard. Trust me. Mike, hold this.” She took Mike’s free hand that wasn’t holding El’s and pressed it to the gauze on her wound, Eleven groaning in pain. “Keep the pressure on it, nice and firm, okay? We’re gonna need water, soap.”

Nancy and Jonathan nodded before quickly getting to their feet and hurrying out of the aisle. Clattering sounded from behind Max, the girl turning around to see all of Lucas’s backpack contents scattered on the floor. She frowned at it and slowly looked up at her boyfriend.

“Does any of this help?” He asked.

“No. Go get me a washcloth and a bowl.”

“A bowl?”

“Lucas.”

Will raised his brows at her tone, quickly hitting his friend in the arm and urging him out of the aisle. In the produce aisle, Nancy and Jonathan briskly walked towards the water jugs.

“What did that thing look like to you?” She asked.

“Like that thing in the hospital, only bigger.”

“Yeah, a lot bigger. Like, Tom and Bruce and… Brenda, they merged to become one, right? And- And Driscoll kept saying how she needed to go back to the source-”

“Wait,” He stopped their walking with worried eyes. “You think Driscoll’s in there?”

“Maybe… And- And maybe Heather and Janet, too, and god knows who else.” Nancy took a few breaths to collect herself. “I don’t know how we’re gonna kill this thing, but if we do-”

“We kill all the flayed.”

“And… we end this… Maybe. All I know is…” She continued forward and grabbed a jug of distilled water. “...we need the girls.”

As if on cue, Doc exited the bathroom. Nancy froze as she watched her sister walk about the store, having not noticed the two. She started grabbing food off the shelves, limping over to the dairy section and sitting on the edge of the display. Nancy silently handed the water to her boyfriend and nodded, the two separating.

“(Y/N)?” She whispered once she reached her little sister, who was halfway through her third banana. She sat beside her and watched her face. “You… doing okay?”

Doc hummed with a nod, discarding her peel on the display behind her “I’m fine.” She rasped and opened a box of snacks. “M’just working up my stamina.”

“Oh. That’s… good.”

She nodded and stood, shoveling the food into her mouth as she walked down the aisle. “I need it if I’m gonna kill this thing. Because it’s not killing anyone.” She plucked a jug of water from the shelf and popped off the top. “And it sure as hell is not taking me.”

After teaching Mike the basics of wound care, Max went to find Lucas and Will, who never returned from their very simple task. When she found them, they were at a small firework display, Lucas enthusiastically showing a box to Will.

“That doesn’t look like a bowl.”

The two looked up at her. “Nah, it’s way better.” Lucas grinned. “There is a reason this warning label says ‘Eighteen or older’. This sucker is filled with a hundred and fifty grains of black powder. AKA, gunpowder.”

Max quickly caught the box when it was tossed her way.

“Strap two of these together, and it’s bigger than an M-80. Five of them… we’ve got ourselves a stick of dynamite.”

“You wanna kill that thing with fireworks?”

“Do you have a better idea?”

“Uh, yeah. The girls.”

Lucas quickly caught the box when it was tossed back to him. “Against that thing? They’re gonna need some backup.” His confidence didn’t falter when Max scoffed with rolled eyes and walked away. “Hold this.” He pushed the box into Will’s arms and began piling more fireworks on top.

Back in the medicine aisle, Mike sat across from Eleven, taking a look at her wound from under the gauze and groaning in disgust. “Does that hurt?” He looked up at her.

“Uh, not bad.” She shrugged.

“You’re gonna have an awesome scar.” He nodded with a smile. “You’ll look even more badass.”

She raised her brows. “Bitchin’.”

“Yeah, bitchin’.” He agreed, the two chuckling. At her soft look, he felt his heart rushing. It was then he noticed that they were alone. “El…”

She looked up at him. “Yeah?”

“I’ve been meaning to tell you something.” He inhaled deeply. “It’s just, being broken up, it’s been hard.”

Lucas’s discarded walkie came to life with distorted chatter. They turned to it, but quickly brushed it off.

“And… I like that you and Max are friends now. I like that you and Doc are hanging out again. It’s just, I was jealous at first, and- and angry. And that’s why I said all that stupid stuff. And it’s like I wanted you all to myself.”

El raised her brows at the confession. Flattering, a bit surprising, but obvious overall.

“And now I realize how unfair that is. And selfish. And, like… I’m sorry.” He looked up at her tired smile. “I just, like, I’ve never felt like this, you know, with anyone before… and… You know, they do say it makes you crazy.”

“What makes you crazy?”

He froze at her genuine confusion, lowering his voice in worry that his subtle confession failed. “You never- You never heard that term…? You know, like the phrase, like… ‘blank makes you crazy’, like the word…”

She looked off in thought for a second. “‘Girlfriends’?”

“No, no, no, no, not- not girlfriends.”

“‘Boyfriends’.”

“No! No, no, not boyfriends, either. It’s like- It’s like a feeling or…”

“A feeling…?”

“Yeah, like something… Like, old people say it to each other sometimes.”

“Old people?”

“Yeah.” He shook his head to dismiss the confusion he set upon her. “What I wanna say is… that I just… I know that I-”

The walkie interrupted again, the voice much more recognizable this time.

“I repeat… I repeat, this is a code red!”

At Dustin’s garbled voice, Mike hopped up and then hopped back down next to the walkie, extending the antenna and speaking into it. “Dustin?”

“Mike?”

“Dustin!”

“Mike!” The boy excitedly exclaimed. “Oh, my god, you have to listen. I know I’ve been MIA, and I’m sorry, it’s not because I’m mad. I mean, I actually was mad, but it’s also because I was trapped underground in a secret Russian base.”

Mike only got about none of that due to the garbled connection and Dustin’s speed of speech. “Dustin, you’re going way too fast. I can’t understand you.”

“I know that sounds insane, but the Russians have infiltrated Hawkins! The goddamn Russians! And now they’re using this machine to open the gate!”

The only words Mike was able to understand were ‘open’ and ‘gate’, and that was enough to be worried about. “Dustin, you’re- you’re breaking up.”

“And now they’re after us and we don’t have a way out of here, so I need you to come and get us. Can Nancy drive?”

“Dustin, you’re cutting out.”

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“Mike?”

“Dustin, you there?”

At Mike’s distorted voice, Dustin’s hope began to dissipate. “Mike? Mike, do you copy?”

“Dustin-”

He checked his walkie, cursing when the red light beside ‘LOW’ glowed. “Shit! Not now. Please, not now. Mike! Mike!” He received no answer, so he jumped to his feet, hurried out of the projection room, and ran back to Erica. “Do you have any batteries? Double-A?”

“Why would I have batteries?”

“I always carry batteries.”

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I need eight.”

“Eight?”

“Shit…” He sighed. “Guess we’ll have to go to plan B.”

She furrowed her brows. “Plan B? What’s plan B?”

Dustin was about to answer, but he took a quick glance down the row, breath hitching at the two empty seats on the end. “Where… are they?”

Erica slowly turned back to him, jaw dropped and eyes wide. She had no idea.

Outside the theater, Steve was draped over a water fountain, his hand pressed against the button as he guzzled the water that spouted in a small arched stream. “That’s amazing.” He gasped before going back to drinking.

“So, like, I wasn’t totally focused in there or anything, but…” Robin spoke from beside him. “I’m pretty sure… that mom was trying to bang her son.”

Steve lifted his head. “Wait, wait, the hot chick was Alex P Keaton’s mom?”

“Yeah, I’m pretty sure.”

“But they’re the same age.” He spoke through the stream.

“No, but he went back in time.”

Snickering, Steve lifted his head again. “ Then why is it called Back to the Future?”

“He has to go back to the future because… he’s in the past. So, the future is actually the present, which is his time.”

He stared ahead, his brain trying to compute Robin’s words, but they all ended up jumbled together in his mind. When he thought it was clear to him, he opened his mouth to let out a sound of understanding, but then everything became confusing again.

“Wh… What?”

“No, no, it’s my turn.” She pushed him off the fountain. “You’ve had enough.”

As Robin drank from the fountain, Steve took a couple steps forward, absently pulling at his shirt as he did. When he looked up, he was completely caught off guard by the gorgeous sight above him.

The glass panels that made up the skylight showcased the blackened night outside, but the light from within the mall bounced off the glass. That coupled with Steve’s altered vision resulted in the beautiful twinkling lights, their beams of light like ancient Greek architectural pillars stretching towards him and following where and however he turned his head

“Wow…” He gasped, his voice far away and delayed in his mind. “Hey, Robin. You gotta check this out.”

She tore herself from the fountain and joined her friend’s side, staring up at the ceiling.

“Check this… This… This ceiling, it’s beautiful.”

The lights and glass panels brightened and doubled.

“Oh, wow.” She smiled with a chuckle. Keeping her eyes trained upwards, she turned her body in a circle, the lights multiplying and twisting with her. It was such a gorgeous sight, if a bit overwhelming.

She abruptly stopped her body, watching as the bright lights continued to swirl. Her head began to spin at the sight, going straight to her stomach. The two grunted as their stomachs twisted at the now uncomfortable sight.

They were going to be sick.

The bathroom door burst open, the two rushing in with choked coughs. They housed themselves in neighboring stalls and hacked up all of the popcorn and water they’d had after not eating for the past couple days.

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The grocery store was silent aside from the steady hum of the freezers. All the doors had been opened, El and Doc sitting right in front of a freezer stocked with Eggos, legs folded and bodies facing each other. They both had on makeshift blindfolds with the American flag print on them. They let the hum of the freezers act as their white noise as they searched for their friend. Everyone watched them in silence, the lot of them bathed in the fluorescent lights from the vibrant sign above Will and Mike.

The silence was interrupted by the clicking of a soda can pull-tab, Max quickly turning to her boyfriend. “Quiet.” She whispered.

“Oh, sorry.” He whispered back, taking a drink from his New Coke can. Mike watched him in disgust.

“How do you even drink that?”

“Because it’s delicious.”

“What?” Mike and Max quietly exclaimed, finally agreeing on something for once.

Lucas shrugged. “It’s like Carpenter’s The Thing. The original is a classic, no question about it. But the remake…” He took a look at his soda and drank from it again, slurping maybe a bit too loudly. He pulled the can away with a satisfied sigh and softly smacked his lips, Mike watching him with a dropped jaw. “Sweeter… bolder… better.”

“You’re insane.” Mike shook his head.

“So, you prefer the original Thing?”

“What? No, I’m not talking about The Thing, I’m talking about New Coke.”

“It’s the same concept, dude.”

“Uh, actually, it’s not the same concept.”

“It is the same concept.”

“No, it’s not.”

“Yes, it is!”

“Hey!” El and Doc snatched their blindfolds off in unison, glaring at the boys for their rising voices. Everyone turned to them, the boys staring at them apologetically.

“Sorry.”

El only continued to glare as Doc slowly got to her feet, her side crying out in pain as she did so.

“Did you… find him?” Mike awkwardly asked.

The girls explained their findings to the group as Lucas retrieved his cart of fireworks, the group walking to the exit of the store with Mike assisting Eleven in walking. Doc would have loved for someone to do the same for her, but no one knew of her injury, and she wasn’t about to worry anyone about it now.

“The movies?” Lucas frowned in confusion as he led everyone out while pushing the cart. “Dustin’s so freaked out about the gate, he decides to go watch a movie? Yeah, makes total sense.”

Max turned to look at the superpowered girls. “You’re positive he said ‘gate’ and not ‘great’?”

“Yeah, like, ‘This movie I’m watching is great’.” Will suggested, looking at Doc with questioning eyes. He noticed her limp and slid his arm around her waist. She wanted to scream out when he pushed on her wound to tuck her into his side, but she decided against it.

“No, it was ‘gate’.” Doc grunted. “Which wouldn’t be a surprise, since the Mind Flayer is alive.”

Nancy nodded. “Yeah, we just have to shut it again.”

“Then the monster dies.” Mike added.

Max moved to the front of the cart, helping her boyfriend in pulling it through the broken door. “But if not, we always have Lucas’s fireworks.” She sarcastically smiled.

“Keep mocking my plan, Max. Keep mocking it. I wanna hear you say it again, because you keep doubting me. You keep doubting me!”

“Ridiculous.”

“Will?” He turned to his friend once they all were outside. “We’re gonna prove ‘em wrong, right?”

From the medicine aisle that was littered with blood and used supplies, a very small puddle of El’s blood bubbled and swirled, as if it were coming to life.

And, from the bathroom, Doc’s blood left in the sink did the exact same thing.

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eusuntgratie · 2 years ago

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some flyers @ blues thoughts...

i kept forgetting it was the blues pride night 🏳️‍🌈

they posted a cute vid of one of the three players i know (hah) taping his stick with pride tape on insta which i showed the kid but she only had eyes for the flyers yesterday and was like get this garbage out of my face. when the flyers wore pride tape she lost her mind bc that’s what she has

the arena graphics were cool and the lookalike thing was vaguely gay themed but didn’t have jerseys and otherwise didn’t seem to do anything? i’m disappointed. couldn’t they do a video message from a player saying everyone is welcome at blues hockey? something? our city is so gay and our logo is a music note like we could have had an awesome local artist design us really cool jerseys but of course the nhl has to be disappointing

they did light up the arena and the ferris wheel at union station (which may be unrelated i haven’t been down there at night in a minute) super gay which was nice

i’ve had good seats twice now i’m ruined forever TAKE MY MONEY

thought i was going to have to get bitchy with a clueless fan creeping in on our space and talking loudly on her phone after we waited patiently for an HOUR. didn’t help that her boyfriend/friend/whatever was in a blackhawks shirt?? sir your team sucks and isn’t playing get that shit out of my face.

tiny baby flyers fan with the danny b jersey rocking your hockey bucket at the game please know that i love you

talked to a really nice guy in an oskar jersey and got emotional about him all over again

warmups are so worth it. its a little trying going that early with a kid and waiting around forever and then making it through the whole game but it is SO WORTH IT. i feel like especially at an away game... the players were so sweet and kiddo was so excited... her favorite part of every game we’ve done that for

provy smashed into the boards right in front of us and chilled a bit before noticing kiddo and the little one next to us. he smiled at her and showed her the puck and made sure i had my shit together before he tossed it over. i was super stoked the pucks from last night are pride themed! very cute! he gave little dude a puck too.

we saw tons of players up close... i think we were in a better spot this time! or maybe the flyers just move around more than the pens idk.

tk seemed to zoom around the most so i didn’t know if he would come over... he was also always the one to go get the pucks out of the net. apparently i have a type and its pretty boys with long hair who like to fish pucks out of the net...

he skated by us a zillion times and kiddo banged on the glass and hollered every time, but he finally was going a little slower and saw the sign she made with his name and number (she also had TK on one cheek and 11 on the other bc we love to be extra). he smiled SO BIG when he saw it. when i tell you this man could get me to do ANYTHING for that smile... oh jeez.

he kept skating and finished whatever he was doing but he skated right back around and came straight up to her to give her a puck. i don’t remember anything about this he’s too pretty i’m just proud of myself for catching it and not letting it bonk her on the head (y’all i could not be less sports inclined... the pressure of catching a puck for my child is A LOT to ask of me). he didn’t interact with anybody near us or give anybody else one that i saw...he just came right up to her to give it to her (his biggest fan)

considering divorce as husband got good pics of provy but not tk 🙃

my love of big nic continues... i feel like he was def in dad mode and tossed pucks to the all the kids down by us, even some folks that were further back. he flipped one at us and it went right behind me (y’all i caught two i deserve some kind of medal three is really too much to ask of me) but i gave it to the guys next to us (oskar jersey and his son) bc they had no tiny adorable child to woo players with

frosty is very cute. bee is really little?

one of the main draws of going to warmups is to watch the slutty hip stretch in person and scotty laughts delivered. thank you for your service, sir 😘

kevin looks perpetually like he has no idea and has never had any idea what is going on <3 bless

i’ve never been on the opposite side of the benches and must say that watching the boys come out of the tunnel for the game is a whole moment. very cool. it was also fun to see the guys going on and off and watch them on the bench.

there were no flyers fans behind baby goalie and it took ALL OF MY RESTRAINT not to run over there and scream “we love you you’re doing great sweetie!!!” i was fully ready to get violent if anyone harassed him he brings out all of my mama bear tendencies.

tippy’s hair is so violently red... he took his helmet off on the bench for a bit and it was like a beacon i couldn’t look at anything else

its cute how i thought my flyers love was waning I’M BACK BABY I’M ALL IN I LOVE THIS TEAM despite their countless flaws! if they have tk i’m in who cares go flyerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs 🧡🖤🧡🖤🧡

is there a support group for sports fans who fully commit to two teams who hate each other? asking for a friend who loves to do sports wrong 😶

lastly and definitely least ladies jerseys are not it. i gotta sell this shit and get a huge boxy one. i saw the one i want awhile ago and didn’t get it and now i’m piiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissed but oh well :/

#well shit that was long #but i needed to put all of my thoughts somewhere #also we were on tv?#AHHHH #so that's bananas #grace rambles #flyers #stl blues #i'll look and see if i have any other pics or videos i can post

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nevalizona · 1 year ago

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Thinking about Lincoln and Ivy Nicole going to a carnival to get away from everything for a bit. Just the two of them. A moment to breathe and play. Nothing serious. Lincoln wins Ivy Nicole a stuffed animal and they both compete to see who can win what games and who has a better throw. They're both smiling and laughing and nothing else matters in that moment.

They eat fried foods that they normally wouldn't try, and sweets that are somewhat sickening. They rest under a cloth umbrella, big enough to cover the tables.

"Thank you." Ivy Nicole says, she squeezes his hand as she talks. He smiles and in his cool Lincoln way says "Don't mention it." They feel warm and complete.

Lincoln teases Ivy Nicole about being afraid of rollercoasters buts regrets it as soon as they are in line for one. Neither wants to chicken out. Once they are in the ride and it's slowly starting up the track, they grip each other's hand. Lincoln doesn't realize he's holding onto Ivy Nicole's hand just as tight as she is holding onto his until after the ride. Once they get off they can't stop laughing because neither wanted to actually go on that damn thing to begin with but they made it to the end, even though they think their stomachs are still catching up to them. They hoot and holler about how they're never going on that death trap again, even though both of them secretly want to experience the rush again.

Night starts setting in and the feelings is a bit more somber. Ivy Nicole asks Lincoln to go on the ferris wheel with her, despite the fact that Lincoln doesn't like heights, he agrees because he knows it means a lot to her to see the lights of the carnival, see everything from so high up. He gets it. He needs that too. They climb on and slowly make their way around. When they are stopped at the tippy top, Lincoln clears his throat and tells Ivy Nicole that he had a good time, that he needed this. She agrees but doesn't say more because she feels like talking like this means it's close to being over.

When they finally finish the ferris wheel, they make their way out of the fairgrounds and to Lincoln’s car. Both are sad that it's over, but both are so glad to have had this time with each other. Ivy Nicole realizes here, that Lincoln really is her friend and that she cares about him more than she could have ever imagined. She tries to find a way to say this but can't. She hopes he understands.

#stevie.txt #text #m*fia game #lincoln clay #ivy nicole harris

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jacobsullivan · 3 months ago

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"YEAAAHHHH!!!"

Jacob hoisted Elif onto his back with one arm and the slightest bend of his knees. He believed in her to hold on as he took off around the bar in a victory lap. The excitement of triumph audible in his voice as he whooped and hollered, high-fiving anyone who would let him as he ran past with Elif on his back. It was more than just winning capture the flag, more than any singular event. Rather, the outcome of the games collectively. The camaraderie formed between the coven, after some hard losses no less, and across the town as a whole.

They'd all needed this, and it didn't take a genius to see they needed each other. Jacob came to the realization of the profound impact of the week during his victory ride on the ferris wheel. It was a personal restoration of hope in his life. Hope stolen from him the night of the masquerade ball. Serendipitous that she, who had stayed with him after that nightmare of a night, reinstated it now.

One victory lap turned into two, hyped up by the celebratory energy in the room. On his third loop, Jacob stopped halfway at the bar. Exclaiming, "Shots!" before signaling to the bartender he meant a round for the room. If Nico could be generous so could he. The witch rarely counted himself steered wrong, following in the wolf's direction. "For you," He handed a glass to Elif before clinking it against his own. A grin that crinkled the corners of Jacob's eyes spread, wide across his beard clad face while he toasted, "to you. A brilliant, beautiful, badass."

"We did!!"

#ch: Elif #convos.#tw alcohol

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marigoldvance · 4 years ago

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Getting Together - Kíli

PART THREE

it’s finally fair time, the first day of three.

the sun is high and hot when you and your friends finally flash your wristbands and walk past the security guard who tells you to say hi to your folks for him. you mention that they should already be inside, tucked away in the cool cocoon the A/C provides in the handicraft building. your mother made one too many quilts this season but she’s proud and so are you.

you enjoy watching the hitches from the grandstand, eating too much greasy fair food and wandering through the barns where farmers show off their livestock. you prefer the horse barns down the other side of the fairgrounds but your best friend really really wanted to see Ranger Farms’ newest farmhand again. it’s not stalking, she insists, it’s appreciation. you remind her she hates Angus cattle. she reminds you that you hate sawdust but it doesn’t seem matter when you’re willing to put yourself in a cloud of it just to hear a lame pickup line someone snarks over the new island in your mother’s kitchen.

you deny everything.

it’s been a handful of hours already and still no word from Kíli though you suspect, if he still spends his time with the boys he used to in high school, he’ll be tailgating til dusk before making his way into the fairgrounds.

as the sun sets behind the trees, your friends drag you to the Ferris Wheel, determined to get in line before mobs of teenagers finally battle-ram the gates and takeover the rides and carny games. same as every year, swarming in when the families with strollers and rambunctious kids under twelve start filing out.

it’s your turn. you climb into the gondola behind your friends and take a seat in the corner on the right. briefly, you wonder what Kíli is up to, if he’d had too many beers to remember to text you (you roll your eyes) or if he’s charging through the line for the Pirate Ship like he’d said he wanted to.

and that’s when you hear it.

you blink and turn to face the gondola now swinging just a little below you. hoot-hollers burst from within it again and it sways more than it normally would under the stress of carefree country boys, a few too many beers too deep.

wait for me! you hear, clear as day, and toss your head back because you absolutely can’t contain the laughter the bubbles up when you recognize the voice. don’t go anywhere! you owe me cotton candy!

she doesn’t owe you a thing, Durin! one of your friends calls down on your behalf but her tone is playful. she knows, they all do, about the back-n-forth that’s been happening over power tools and gutted cabinetry.

the Ferris Wheel does its final turn then slowly comes to a stop, your gondola stilled by the hand of an awkward, lackluster teenage boy who clearly wants to be doing anything else. he helps you step off and directs you to the exit when you hear, stop! in the name of love!

you almost trip, your concentration shot to shit as you choke on a fit of giggles. your friends raise eyebrows. you ignore them.

at last, Kíli stomps right up behind you, arms going around your waist like he’s been thinking about it all day, and he squeezes you against him, planting a dry kiss on your cheek and dipping you to the side. he straightens you both and cradles you firmly, humming contentedly while nuzzling behind your ear. after a moment, as though finally cluing in that you’re not alone, he blinks up and sees your friends huddled just past the exit gate.

sheepishly, he lifts a hand to your friends and acknowledges his as they go by.

c’mon, he says in your ear, low and simmering, let’s go have some fun.

and with that, he takes you by the hand, watching you carefully as if uncertain that you’d except, nibbling his lip and ducking his head. when you smile he beams super nova and then leads you away from the crowds, around to one of the quieter paths on the outskirts of the grounds.

butterflies soar.

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PART ONE

PART TWO

#imagine #getting together #Kili #Reader #Kili x Reader #Kili x You #CountryBoy!Kili #writing #my writing #now available on AO3!#i just wanna gush #because the idea of a tipsy Kee professing his love #because he's so into you he really wants you to like him #that he hollers for you on a Ferris Wheel #is everything to me right now #gyyuuuhhh

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star-shard · 2 years ago

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Bullseye

Elvis x Y/N

Premise: It’s another day at your summer job at the amusement park. But when night hits a certain celebrity rents the whole place out. And you find out he’s taken a lot of interest in the shooting gallery, and in you.

Warning: NSFW: Oral (male receiving), Semi public, Gun kink

Word Count: 3k

Note: Takes place in late 1950s

Starpark is known for it’s lights, fun, and like any amusement park worth it’s salt: occasional screams of terror from the thrill rides. This place has been a mainstay in Memphis, everyone knows that instant relief from a hot summer day that only a Starpark snow cone can provide. And to you, it’s become a pretty perfect summer job.

And a few weeks in, you’d gotten used to the occasional catastrophe. For example, a little kid getting stuck on a ride or that one fateful day the hot dog stand caught fire and burned to the ground. But you learn tonight especially was to be exciting in a different way.

You knew it’d be different when your boss said he needed a handful of night owls to run a special shift. A high roller had rented the whole place out to pal around with some buddies. Now, you’d read some magazines about celebrities organizing glamorous parties, or special movie showings, but this kind of outing made you curious enough to lean into employee gossip you usually avoided.

There were whispers about it being some oil tycoon, another said that it was a famous model. But the one rumor that came from the most trusted ferris wheel operator east of the Mississippi, swore by his cigarette that it was going to be Elvis Presley.

That was a whole other world of exciting compared to a flaming hot dog cart. You became an official night owl right then and there.

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You’re already on your third coke by the time midnight comes around. You can’t nod off at a time like this after all. It’s surreal to see the park empty, the usual lights twinkling way past their bedtime. Working at the park, everyone knows a bit of each other’s job here and there, but right now you’re stationed with the games. It’s the usual suspects, ring toss, bottle bash, balloon pop, and of course the shooting gallery.

Keeping yourself busy setting up isn’t easy as whenever a car drives by you pop your head up to see who’s coming. You heard Elvis’s records, had even seen him on the television. Maybe you weren’t apart of a fan club but you would plead guilty on writing about him in your diary.

Just as you mindlessly stack teddy bears prizes against the walls of the booths, that’s when you hear it. Two cars pulling onto gravel. Duel Cadillacs to be specific, one red, one white, both new. Some bouncy radio can be heard form the cars but it’s pretty overpowered by the hollering of the band of VIPs inside.

They pop out one by one, some guys, a gal or two, and from this distance it’s hard to make out who’s who. Your area is a ways away. By now you’re straight up staring and leaning closer for a better look. Leaning… leaning… until you go ass over teakettle. Right over the edge of the booth. Its enough to make your face redder than that Cadillac, praying no one saw that.

But someone does. The someone. Now you can make out his face. Yep, Elvis Presley sees your little foible. And you quickly get yourself up and brush yourself off. When he smiles in your direction, you just about die of embarrassment on the spot.

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Well, your first celebrity encounter being a disaster. You wondered if you could just head to the back section of the booth where all the extra teddy bears were stored so you could bury yourself there. It wouldn’t be the worst way to go. Your previous hope that Elvis might stop by was now matched with just as strong a feeling that he wouldn’t. At first it seemed you’d get your wish. He and his gang seemed most attracted to the rides.

You leaned up against a crude painting of a clown in the ring toss booth. “You and me, Bozo, couple of jokers,” you muttered against it, “who knows how he sees me now…”

“You could ask if you like.” A low drawl breaks your pity party and you turn to see him. Elvis. He seems more amused than anything else at your little chat with an inanimate clown. But, you now find death by teddy bear burial even more appealing. “Don’t you worry a thing, everyone falls off a stage now and then.”

It’s a response you didn’t expect, but you’re grateful. Grateful that it seems he didn’t point you out to his buddies like some boys in your high school would have. “Well, uh, I do usually try to stick the landing,” you have a sheepish expression as you laugh it off with him. You realize that he’s up closer now, that black shirt you saw in the distance is confirmed lace, really contrasting those pink pants he has on. And you can see he really is more gorgeous up close in person. “But, right.” You clear your throat, you are working after all… “Can I help you with something, Mr. Presley?”

“Just Elvis is alright.” His hand sets in his pocket, leaning and relaxed. “Well since I got good company,” he nods your way, “may as well play a game. What’s on the menu?”

You smile and start to gesture, “we have things like ring toss and well that one you try to get bean bags in the hole,” you’ve been kind of distracted by him that only now it dawns on you his friends hadn’t come up to join him. “Would… your guys want to play too?”

Elvis shrugged, “they’re having fun in the mirror maze right now, that’ll keep ‘em busy for a while.” He added on, “besides I see enough of myself as is, you know?” Its said humorous but for a moment it does have you wondering what it’s like to be like that, to just have your face on just about everything. Frankly you’re glad to have it right here. “I think I’d like to try out the shooting gallery,” his head gestured to the booth at the very end.

You had a feeling he’d go for that. Young men loved that one. Of course you have to leave the booth you’re in first. And just as you lift yourself up on the counter to slide to the other side, he takes your hand. He has a knowing smile and you share a laugh as this time rather than falling to the ground, you land right toe to toe with Elvis. You feel a little pink, and you gesture for him to follow you down to the end.

It’s quieter down here, a little more private.

The game is pretty easy to catch on with: hit the target. You give the usual rules, three shots and if he gets a bullseye then he gets a prize. Usually you’re explaining it to a young man that has his girl attached to his hip. This set up is a little preferable. As you get into position of the vender of the booth and settle in a safe corner, he picks out a gun to use.

“Good luck,” you say, a usual line before the game but, it’s said a little different this time. This time you’re way more invested.

He nods your way and settles into the mounted gun. It looks good on him, the sight makes you feel different in a way you can’t place. The gun is not lethal of course, just pellets in there, not bullets. But damn if it doesn’t look real. It ring off, pop, pop! And, you have to hand it to him, for a game that’s semi rigged he actually has good game. And bam, last one hit right in the center.

“Bullseye!” you smile his way and head for the prize wall that is overwhelmed with fluff of all kinds. Though you guess it’s a little silly to give one of these out to someone like Elvis, a guy that probably already has everything. But, you’re wrong about that. He doesn’t have exactly everything handed to him. Sometimes he has to be forward about it.

He gives the wall of toys a look up and down, “They look cute, hmm, mind if I get a better look?” With a gesture to the counter you look left and right, to see if anyone is going to notice you letting a guest on in but. Come on, surely your boss wouldn’t mind a rule bend for Elvis. When given the okay he slides on over to be right there next to you. When he goes it, it’s effortless. “Yep, I knew it, cute,” he confirms like it’s a fact which makes you giggle. But it’s then you notice he’s not looking at the prizes at all.

No doubting it, his gaze is on you. The Elvis Presley, taking an interest in you. It dawns on you that maybe he didn’t come over here for any game an amusement park might offer.

“Well, I suppose you can pick out whatever you want then, Elvis.” You swallow and realize your mouth has done a little dry. “I mean, what else would you… come over for?” You can now feel your heart in your chest.

He nodded, pleased by your expressing that you’re catching on. “Just for a little fun.” He takes a few steps forward and your back now hits one of the mounted targets. And now it’s like you are completely in his sights and truly a deer in headlights. Yet he doesn’t go in for the kill right away, as if waiting to see if you’re scared.

But, you’re not. You realize that beating in your chest isn’t fear at all. It’s excitement. So you say it. “Well... Have fun.” It’s all he needs. He leans in eager and kisses you like he’s been waiting. And it’s better than you could have even thought. His hand goes up to your hair to cradle your head and encourage you to give right back and you have to brace your hand on the front of his chest to keep yourself steady. It’s all lights and color.

It was hard to think at a time like this, but you’re just warm and wanted. It’s as simple as him thinking you were cute and it was just a bit of messing around. But, even if it is only a casual it’s one heavy with desire. You could wonder where it came from but a feeling this intense often bloomed from something there that had been waiting. And when his lips goes from your lips to your neck, it becomes clear this was going to be more than just a moment.

Thank god.

Your breath hitches as soon as your mouth is free and you overhear some bustling. Co-workers? His friends? Either way you didn’t want to be on display right now. He notices your fidgeting. “There’s,” you honest to god whine when he gives your skin a nip, “better prizes in the back if you… wanna see.” You’re way past coy but you can’t help yourself. Elvis did say he wanted fun.

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An assortment of various plush and fuzzy faces is as good as any makeshift bed. It’s where you land when you two slip away to the back. With just beyond the thin fabric walls between you and the rest of the amusement park. The only thing to absorb any sound being the teddies and a few junk guns that stopped working properly all stacked up. But you focus in on the view. And what a view from down here, him standing above you. His black lace shirt blends in with the shadows behind Elvis and his skin looks just like the light coming through the curtains.

It’s as private as a shower at the beach. And yet it feels like you’re alone together. The occasional joyful shout from the company just outside feels far somehow.

You can tell he’s ready, but he seems to take some enjoyment out of watching you dazzled. Maybe finding it sweet, the clumsy girl suddenly ready for a man’s full attention. For a second you feel like a gazelle about to be pounced upon but when his hand glides over one of the used up guns, his gold ring tapping against it. “Isn’t it a little dangerous having these all piled up, sugar?”

You remind yourself that the worst a game gun could do is give a nasty bruise at far range. But hell, the imagery alone has you swallow thickly, “those are dead guns, that one right there jams, only fires after every third trigger pull.”

“Then I’d better stop at three.” He muses, easy toned. But, he doesn’t pick anything up. His hand hovers over the black metal. Now, he had his fun, just as it was afforded to him. But, Elvis wasn’t about to involve a little lady if it scared her. He wasn’t about that. A game wasn’t a game if one player wanted out. And depending on the reaction he could just play it off as a joke.

But just seeing him like that brought you from aroused to something more like… horny. Parents all around town were calling him bad news, saying he sang devil music, that he was a menace. And well, like for many girls, that was doing it for you. Being a little dangerous, a little different, that was all the fun of working at an amusement park, right? “I’ll be counting,” you nod.

“You want out, you say uncle,” he nods back your way. He means that. The gun now fits in his hand and points it just slightly in your direction. “Now. I wanna see you.”

Where his eyes land on you, it gives you all you needed to know. You unbutton your blouse. One by one, they came open and it seems Elvis is particularly pleased with what he sees because when you reveal your white bra the gun in his hand raised higher and now you felt it’s sights on your head. And the first trigger sounds off. “One.”

He kneels on down to you. His free hand first gliding up between your legs and brushing and giving a quick rub where they meet, just before his knees sink down on other side of you. You shiver, he’s right on top of you, perched now just below your hips. And a distinct black metal barrel is now against your cheek. “I got an eye for talent, you know,” he mumbles, the gun just starting to trace your jaw and go near your lips. “I love to be impressed.”

And that gets your tongue practically asking for the gun to be in your mouth. Ready to show off. Like those girls that would crowd around the water fountains instead of going to class, or those free living ladies posing in dirty magazines. A bad boy’s girl. When he obliges you give him a preview of just what you could do, gliding the barrel against your cheeks and licking as it nears your throat. You cough just once, but it passes quick. The metal is cold and harsh but his burning gaze warms you right back up.

His free hand has gone to his pants now, and you can see him gripping at his belt. With him jostling himself on top of you, even with the layer of a skirt and panties you get a feeling from the pressure and movement he provides. You feel dirty, filthy, it’s wonderful. You want him inside you right now and you don’t care where. Your groan lines right up with the second trigger sound. “T-two,” you say, mouth full.

When the guns comes out you’re met with the sight of his front zipped down . He’s hard. “Real thing now…” he chuckles, his once perfectly combed hair looks wilder now, wild as his eyes. When he shifts up to get closer to your face, that free hand hooks down between yours legs and gives his fingers a quick twist before leaving you wanting. God.

He’s in your mouth. He’s careful about it, waits for you to chase him before he starts easing his pelvis forward and damn this was different from a gun. Warm skin, thick. Elvis keeps a close eye on your expression and pulls himself out, waiting for you to give any kind of word, but you don’t. You just want this. He keeps an even pace, his trigger finger itching. “Look at you, don’t you love it…” he chuckles, pushing some of his hair back, giving a slight buck. “I knew I picked a good girl.”

Your thighs now desperately close and rub to get some more friction for yourself, because you’re plain wet now.

You’re deep in the heat of it when the outside world gets suddenly closer. Some words like, “E, where are you?” And other calls for where he’d gone. And that somehow just ups it. And it seems Elvis is aware too because he pulls out his cock from your mouth. But you can’t have it end like this. Not when he’s close. Not when you’re close.

“We’re almost done,” you whine louder than you thought you might which gets him worked up, one of his friends could have heard that. The gun goes back to your head, and the dick back in your mouth. Your now muffled voice against him is all it takes. A click. You both cum.

One swallow later and he’s limp against the outside of your cheek. “Three.”

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“Hey Elvis, where’d you go, man?” A younger teen gets up beside Elvis, not long after he’s stepped out from the booth. Elvis’s hair tells a story that this guy is apparently a little too naive to catch on about. “What, did you ride the spin-a-round again?” He asks jovially as he gave Elvis’s hair a fluff, which got some boyish push back, as a friend might do.

As you yourself reappear on the opposite side of the little structure, most everything resembled. Well except your underwear, that had to go. It looks like no one is the wiser. Still you couldn’t help but listen in on Elvis and his boys near by.

Elvis strode on to see his buddies, acting cool and casual as they dug in at him and made fun, “you should have seen it, EP, Jerry got all lost in the maze, Red had to fish him out. You missed all the fun!” And you had to cover your mouth to keep your laugh from getting out.

As you peered over at the group heading to their cars to head out, just before getting in, Elvis stood back just long enough to catch your eye contact. He raised up his hand, positioning a finger gun and popped it in your direction. Oh, he’d be back many other times after this. And if you’d ever fool around again? Well, you were feeling pretty game.

#elvis #elvis fanfiction #got a little wild

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ace-no-isha · 3 years ago

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ace’s dating profile would be so annoying 😭 pics of him drinking with his crew and sabo and one of his big ass back tattoo and for some reason he’s half naked Always?? he’d be such a dry texter but he seems kinda cute and you’ve wanted to go to a party so maybe he’s exactly the type of mess you should swipe right on. when you match with him, if you manage to set up a date, you’d see how much fun he could be. he’d take you to the carnival that’s happening nearby and try every food. the biggest roller coaster would get nothing but hoots n hollers from him, but if you need a break, he’d walk it off with you. you’d see how handsome he is as the hot afternoon sun shines down on his pretty, long hair and his smiling eyes. by sunset you’re sure he’s developed even more freckles across his face. he makes you laugh and his smile makes your heart skip a beat. he ends it romantically at sunset on the ferris wheel because he’s a corny ass man and he wants you to see the view. you could’ve sworn he was made of fire in that moment, the way he glowed in the last light of the day. you almost wanna go and fix his dating profile for him so people get a better perspective of him, but why would you wanna do that? you’re not trying to share.

#one piece fic #one piece x reader #one piece x you #one piece drabble #ace x you #ace x reader #portagas d. ace #portgas d ace

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ask-runaway-girl · 6 months ago

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*Kiddo tried to avoid bumping into the crowd of people who were dispersing. Crushed beers cans and cigarette butts littered the dirt floor. The first person she saw was Tommie who was beginning to put away his drumset. Her eyes scanned the stage, not locating Mary. She wondered where he was. Maybe he had to go to the bathroom or get a refreshment after the show?* “Tommie!” *Kiddo hollered.*

*Tom looked up and saw Kiddo approaching the stage.* “Hey, there she is!” *He jumped off the stage, opening his arms for her to come to him. After Kiddo leaped over the barricade she ran towards Tommie, jumping up in his arms. He caught her small frame, pressing her against his drenched body, but she paid no mind to him being sweaty. He kissed her cheek, his fake blood smearing onto her skin.* “Did you enjoy the show?”

*She nodded.* “I saw you. You did great,” *she complimented.* “I ordered the cola slushie. I drank it on the Ferris wheel while watching you guys.” *She pointed towards the wheel in the background.*

“Oh yeah?” *Tom looked at it.* “That’s my girl.”

you‘re the worst drummer we ever had!!!

yeah? you’re the worst singer we’ve ever had, dipshit! go fuck off and play with another band. ruin their reputation.

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todoscript · 4 years ago

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Can I request Pro!Hero Bakugou in a scenario where he's going on the scene where a place was being attacked by low level criminals and the place's mascot character was essentially trying to protect kids from the harm, kind of standing up to the villains to abide time til the heroes or police arrive. Bakugou saves the day and the mascot character pops their giant head off to properly thank him and he's like--Oh shit they're cute I was not prepared

Bunny Face

Genre | Fluff.

Pairing | Pro Hero!Bakugou Katsuki x Fem!Reader

Words | 1.9K+

Warnings | Bakugou getting flustered. Bakugou cursing. Bakugou beating up a villain. Bakugou.

A/N | I changed it from villains to a single villian, hope that’s ok. Also, Anon, this request? This is big brain energy right here

To say you were dying would be an understatement.

The cruel rays of the sun beating down on the earth made it an absolute hell underneath the heavy bunny costume you were forced to don on, all thanks to a particular coworker who bailed on their shift today with an abhorrent excuse of⁠—you quote—“car trouble.” It was bullshit, but you weren’t the one calling the shots, not when your boss said you were to fill in for them despite your protests. Now, clad from head to toe in fluffy pink fur and hefty layers of fabric and foam, you suffocated from within a cocoon that gathered heat and sweat around your body. You were so letting your coworker have a piece of your mind the next time they showed up.

“Miss Bunny! Miss Bunny! Let us take a picture with you!” a circle of kids hollered, their grabby hands tugging your fur to seize your attention and even jump to pull on your ears. The only thing you have to thank this costume for is the fact it at least concealed the dreary expression on your face, masked by the mascot’s smiley, plastic facade.

You simulated a chipper voice not to break the guise. “Alright, Miss Bunny’s coming,” you managed as the kids pulled you in front of an assembly of parents that captured their cute little children posing with a mascot who most certainly desired to be anywhere else.

Just as their phones clicked and shuttered, a loud boom suddenly thundered behind you, grabbing everyone’s attention in the area. The parents looked up with gaped mouths at the smoke diffused in the sky and the whirring of rides that tottered off balance in the distance.

“Look! Up there!” Their kids pointed to the lone figure who stood atop the highest peak of the ferris wheel, the man shouting out curses and threats for all those beneath him to tremble and run in terror. You, however, simply grounded yourself, impassive underneath your costume and nearly numb at all the events transpiring around you.

You have got to be shitting me, you thought, eyes cast into a deadpan.

Just when you thought your day couldn’t get any worse.

“Ground Zero! Ground Zero!”

Bakugou winced at the deafening static blared into his right ear, where the intercom vibrated a frequency of hasty squalls from his sidekick. He pressed a button on the device with his right hand to relay the call, his left currently occupied gripping the collar of a thug he just knocked into submission after giving them chase through the alleys.

“Calm down, dumbass, I heard you the first fucking time,” he scolded, the clamor of sirens heard in the background of the other line, “What is it?”

“A villain is running amuck at the local fair!”

“What the hell?! That place is populated with people!” Bakugou’s eyes flared alert as the tone in his voice rose to a volume much more piercing than his sidekick’s. Unknowingly, the hold he had on the unconscious goon in front of him tightened while his mind conjured the next plan of action. With such a densely packed area of civilians, the villain will undoubtedly cause rampage and havoc if not dealt with immediately. And right now, he was still halfway across the city from where they held the local fair. Not wasting another second of his time, he tossed the thug off to the side and tied him up for the police to apprehend later.

“Evacuate as many people as possible before I get there! Make sure the fucking villain doesn’t damage any of the structures holding up the bigger rides!” he instructed his sidekick.

“Yes, sir, Ground Zero, sir!”

With that, he pushed the mic off on his comlink before propelling himself into the air thanks to the kinetic explosions emitted from his palms, blasting past buildings, and keen on seeing the villain’s imminent doom at his hand.

It’s through his breakneck speeds across the city that he arrived there in no time at all. He assessed the current damage in the area and leered at the gray smoke scattered in the air, eyeing the attractions that fell off their foundations. He eventually spotted a crowd of kids gathered around a big blur of pink that held its arms outward to shield them, even while a menacing figure slowly inched closer

“There you fucking are.” Bakugou fired forward, eager to rocket down from the skies and let the sole of his boot greet the villain square in the face. On impact, the thug clobbered onto the ground, but was yet to be knocked out, gathering himself to stand and face the Pro Hero.

“It’s Ground Zero!”

The kids that surrounded you shrilled in joy at the explosion hero’s appearance into the fray, pulling on your costume to express their excitement.

“Look, Miss Bunny, Ground Zero’s here to save us!”

You peered through the small, meshed slits of your costume at the man before you, who had his grenade arms ready. He enacted confidence in his stance, challenging the dangerous villain without a single ounce of hesitation.

“Hey, Bunny Face!” he yelled, eyes never leaving his opponent.

Bunny Face? Your brows knitted together.

“Y-Yes?” you replied, voice coming out hoarse through the dense layer of foam.

“Get those kids out of here, I’ll handle the villain!” he commanded, and you did not disobey. You hastened the children by your side to make a break with you to the gates and safely meet their parents again, leaving the explosion hero to defeat the threat.

And defeat he did. The villain stood no chance against him as his attacks were all eluded by the Pro Hero’s high evasion and trained skills that had the goon edging the end of his rope.

“Screw this! I’m outta here!” he shouted, turning toward the opposite direction to attempt a getaway. However, Bakugou was already one step ahead of him, propelled and positioned in front of the enemy once more.

“If you’re going to escape, you shouldn’t yell your plans out loud, you fucking idiot,” was all the explosion hero gave, his hands effused with nitroglycerin that quickly emitted a radiating heat.

“Now DIE!!”

At his triumphant roar, his palms ignited a tremendous explosion forward, making clean contact on the villain who stood aimlessly at the flash of light that enveloped his body in a fever of nuclear energy. By the time the smog cleared, Bakugou was crossed with an unconscious, smoking body.

He dragged the villain toward the gate, where the police and his sidekicks gathered, along with the other fair-goers. They applauded him for his victory, saving the day once again. As the hero scanned through the crowd, he caught sight of you in the throng thanks to your bulky, bright costume that stuck out like a sore thumb.

When your gazes met, you finally hauled the large bunny head off, revealing yourself to his red eyes that widened slightly upon grasping your true appearance.

He couldn’t help the stare fixed on you while you approached him, noting how your pretty eyes glistened, complimented by the balmy rosiness adorning your cheeks and the delicate flow of your hair that danced lightly at every step you took.

Fuck, she’s cute, his thoughts blurted out without him realizing you were now right in front of him.

“Ground Zero, right? Thanks for helping us back there. We didn’t know what we’d do without you,” you thanked, your words acting as the catalyst that finally brought his mind back to the cusp of reality. He shook his head in an attempt to ward off the flush of red reaching his cheeks due to your gratitude and the small proximity between your faces. Your voice—once veiled by that abominable voice box in your suit that did no justice to how sweet your tone was—did not help him maintain his indifferent facade. He opted to turn his head to the side for now.

“N-No problem,” he cursed at the way his deep timbre stuttered out his reply.

“No, really, thank you! I didn’t know how long I could protect those kids, but you managed to come in at the right time before things got bad!” you expressed your gratefulness while inching closer, much to his dismay.

“Look, it’s nothing, alright?! I’m a hero, it’s what I fucking do,” he brazenly stated, projecting as much poise as he could muster despite finding the dazed gloss in your eyes, and the way you gingerly pushed a strand of hair behind your ear, cute. Just even a peek of your soft-looking lips in his peripheral vision was enough for his demeanor to betray him.

Calm the fuck down, Ground Zero, he urged himself.

“What’s wrong? Do I look OK?” you called out his series of glances, subconscious about how you appeared after staying hidden beneath the sweltering hot ensemble for the majority of the afternoon. In your head, you thought you must be a complete mess in front of him, with your hair strewned all around and face a bright, crimson hue. However, Bakugou saw differently, and through his eyes he tried to fathom how one could still look so pretty in spite of that cumbersome costume you wore.

“You look fucking fine,” he assured, though his words were an understatement in comparison to the rampant thoughts imbued in his head. A smile lined your lips thanks to his affirmation.

“Oh, here, have this!” You reached your pink pad of a hand into the front pocket of your costume’s overalls and pulled out wads of yellow tickets. “Some free admittance tickets for the fair! Maybe you can use them when it opens up again.”

You offered the stack to him at which he was going to reject and cooley state he didn’t have time for shit like that, but he pulled his brakes upon realizing something.

“You.. work here, right?” he asked, though it should be obvious considering the hefty costume no regular person would wear on a hot day like this. Or on any day for that matter. The bunny honestly was, without a doubt in his mind, quite fucking hideous. However an endearing girl like you got roped into this job was a mystery to him, but he eventually received an explanation.

“Yes, though I’m not usually the one wearing the mascot costume. My coworker bailed today, so I was forced to take their place,” you answered, mentally pained when remembering what you had endured throughout this hellish day.

“Your coworker must be an ass.”

“Oh tell me about it,” you agreed with an exasperated sigh leaving your lips. “Anyways, I usually work at a game stall next to the ferris wheel.” You pointed to said attraction that was somehow still standing in one piece despite all the chaos that transpired today.

“You’re welcome to visit me if you want, Ground Zero,” you said, and at that, Bakugou gladly took the tickets from your hands and accepted your proposal, knowing it meant he could see your pretty face again.

“Fine, but when you see me, it’s Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki,” he informed, babbling about how you couldn’t call him by his hero name or risk bringing him unnecessary attention he most certainly didn’t need to deal with during his free time. Though in actuality, he just wanted you to be familiar with him and utter his name in that syrupy voice of yours that sounded like melodies to his ears.

You giggled, the laughter coming from your lips saccharine and the expression on your face rivaling a meadow of flowers with the colorful bloom in your eyes.

“Alright, Bakugou Katsuki.”

And then you finally thought that maybe today wasn’t so bad after all.

Ending Notes | I hope this request was ok! If any of you want to request something of your own, feel free! My ask box will stay open until whenever

#bnha #bnha x reader #bakugou #mha #bnhabookclub #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou #bakugo #bakugo katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #mha x reader #bnha scenarios #mha scenarios #bnha imagines #mha imagines #my writing

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resonating-kitty · 3 years ago

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Dreambur - Pirate AU fic requested by @peppsta

Using the sentence “You’re too distracting with your handsome face and… your… everything!” (Took a bit of creative liberty to make it work)

I am happy with how this turned out. I've been a bit too critical of my writing lately but I generally like this one. Peppsta I hope this fits what you had in mind with the prompt! :)

I hope you all enjoy!

Wilbur laughed, joyous, as the wind hit his face. The open sea was such a wonderful place! His love of its wonders and mysteries and melodies was endless. He was a traveling musician, a quite successful one at that. His music was known all across the world and many lords and kings requested his presence to perform at their castles. That’s what he was doing now, headed back to England, summoned by his Majesty’s request to perform at the annual ball.

“Mr. Soot please get down from there!” The Captain’s orders barked hastily at him had him turning with a grin. He was standing up on the bowspirit of the ship and the Captain of the vessel was standing just behind him, hands on his hip and a growing annoyance in his eyes.

Wilbur relented, his boots hitting the bed with a thud as he hopped down to stand beside the Captain. He fixed the older man with an innocent look and a charming smile, “I do apologize Captain. I love the sea so much that I sometimes cannot help myself.”

The Captain regarded him with a knowing look and sighed, “Just please refrain from doing it in the future. It makes the crew nervous. None of us want to report to his Majesty that his requested musician fell overboard.”

“Of course Captain!” Wilbur saluted, mockingly.

The Captain opened his mouth, no doubt to reprimand the action, but was stopped by a frantic call from above.

“Captain! Captain! Skull and crossbones on the horizon!”

The Captain whirled into action, turning full circle to run to the helm. Curious, Wilbur followed closely.

“Pirates?” He asked, excitedly but none around him seemed to share his enthusiasm.

The Captain shot him a sharp look, wordlessly taking the spyglass that was handed to him. He looked through it, curses falling from his lips.

“It’s the bloody Speedrunner!” The Captain announced, turning for the wheel. He started to bark orders. Raise the sails, all hands on deck. “Mr. Soot below deck!” was the Captain’s last order.

Wilbur protested but the Captain cut him off. “Sir, whether you like it or not, you are under my command until you reach shore and you will do as I say and I’m telling you to go below deck.”

Wilbur was escorted below deck, not before he got a peak at the fastly approaching vessel. The light vibrant green sails of the ship stood in stark contrast to the jolly roger waving above them. ‘Tacky’ Wilbur thought as he was ushered below deck.

Try as she might, the merchant vessel was no match for the speed of the pirate ship. The Captain gritted his teeth as soon, his crew and his ship was completely taken over by the ragtag group of pirates.

“Dream,” The Captain gritted out with annoyance, heedless of the gun and cutlasses that were pointed at him and his crew. Dream usually never spilt blood during his raids and the Captain had been at sea long enough, had met with the pirate in these exact situations enough times, to know that the show of aggression was all bluff.

The Pirate Captain wasn’t much. He was tall and slim and didn’t even look or dress like a Captain. He wore dirty ragged clothes, a lime green bandana tied around his head to keep his dirty blond hair pulled back. He also wore a mask over the lover portion of his face, hiding all but his emerald green eyes from view. No one had ever seen his face and if they had, rumors had it they never lived to tell about it.

The Captain had no intention of doing that. He just watched the cocky pirate as he sauntered up to him.

“Sparklez!” Dream greeted happily, throwing his hands out, “what a surprise that we ran into each other again while you were transporting goods!”

Captain Sparklez pinched the bridge of his nose, insisting tiredly, “Just get what you came to get and leave”

Dream was grinning under his mask as he laughed, “Glad we have an understanding Captain,” he turned to a couple of his crew, “Alright boys, you heard the Captain, go see what’s below deck for the taking!”

A couple of the crew, a slightly shorter man with dark hair and a white headband tied around his head, a thin man with glasses and wearing a black, red trimmed, cloak, and another pirate that appeared to be in a full reindeer costume, headed below deck.

Captain Sparklez hoped they didn’t discover Wilbur but his hopes were dashed when muffled shouting sounded from below.

“What the hell?” Dream demanded, going to the stairs to call down, “Everything okay!”

“Look what we found!” Came the replying yell moments before the pirates were reappearing and dragging Wilbur with them. “He was trying to hide behind the salmon.”

Wilbur was pushed before the pirate captain. Wilbur looked up with wide eyes. Dark brown met emerald green. Both seem to freeze.

“Got something you wanna tell us Captain Sparklez?” The pirate in the black cloak asked, suspiciously. He glanced at Wilbur then his own Captain, who was still frozen.

“The boy is headed to Britian. He’s but a musician who hired me to ferry him.” Captain Sparklez answered hastily. He also was looking at Wilbur and Dream. “He is an innocent bystander in all of this.”

The pirate opened his mouth, possibly to ask more questions but he was cut off by his Captain.

‘Who are you?” Dream asked Wilbur, his voice soft and held none of the cockiness it had before.

Both crews, pirate and merchant, looked at the two with raised eyebrows and some with shocked expressions.

“Wilbur. Wilbur Soot.” Wilbur answered earnestly and Captain Sparklez facepalmed and muttered, “Boy, don’t engage with the pirate.”

“Why?” Wilbur asked, glancing at Sparklez, “He’s interesting.”

Laughter erupted from Dream. “Yeah Sparklez,” He said, his voice playful and teasing as he looked at the merchant ship’s Captain, “I’m interesting.”

“Please don’t feed his ego.” One of the pirates, a man dressed in light blue with a pair of goggles covering his eyes, warned in exasperation and Dream whirled around to face him.

“Oh shut up George, he can feed my ego as much as he wants to.” Dream demanded though the grin was evident in his voice. George just rolled his eyes at his Captain. Dream turned back, winking at Wilbur, who’s cheeks colored pink.

“So Mr. Soot, you do music?” Dream asked, conversationally as he leant against the mast of the ship.

“Dream, what about the cargo?” The pirate with the white headband asked and Dream waved him off with an order, “Start loading it on the Speedrunner obviously.”

“Dumbass,” the pirate muttered before motioning to a few of the crew and they disappeared below deck.

“I… I uh… yeah.” Wilbur muttered, “I’m actually on my way right now to perform for his Majestic at the castle.”

Dream whistled, impressed, “You’re Mr. Popular then aren’t you?”

Wilbur laughed softly, shaking his head. His brown curls bouncing on top of his head, “Something like that”

“What are some of your songs? Perhaps I’ve heard some of them?” Dream questioned. A crash was heard and his attention snapped to his crew and the box of produce that was now spilling out over the deck, hollering, “Hey be careful with the goods. We need those!”

“Sorry Captain.”

Dream turned back to Wilbur, “Sorry. Go ahead.”

“Let’s see there’s Jubilee Line, Since I Saw Vienna, Soft Boy, Saline Solution, Maybe I was Boring.”

“I’ve heard that one!” Dream exclaimed, eyes shining, “Maybe I was Boring. It was being sung in one of the pirate owned taverns. The guy singing it was trying to pass it off as one of his own but he didn’t look smart enough to come up with something so beautiful.”

“Yes well, as I’m sure you are well aware, there are thieves in every trade I’m afraid,” Wilbur sighed before he seemed to catch the last part of the sentence, “Wait you think my song is beautiful?”

“That’s not the only thing I think is beautiful,” Dream’s voice dropped as he reached up and closed the space between them. They were interrupted by someone clearing their throat. Callahan was standing to the side, he looked apologetic.

“I do not mean to alarm anyone and I certainly hate to break up whatever is transpiring between the two of you, Captain but there is a ship on the horizon. Looks like the Navy.”

Wilbur was left at the mast as Dream stepped quickly to the side of the ship and took the spyglass from George. He looked through it, muttering out a curse before barking, “Everyone back to the ship!”

His crew reached instantly.

“What about this ship?” the pirate in the white headband asked almost eagerly as he headed for the ropes that connected the two ships together, “You said we could start sinking them.”

“What?!” Sparklez’s outraged voice rose up as panicked murmurs rose up from the crew. Wilbur’s breath caught in his throat.

“Not this one,” Dream said, his voice steeled with finality. Emerald eyes met dark brown once more, “Today this ship was saved by a distracting handsome face and everything else. So long for now and Mr. Soot? I’m sure you and I will meet again in the future”

Dream gave a little salute before joining his crew and soon the Speedrunner was just a speck in the distance as the Naval ship approached.

Wilbur stood at the bow of the ship, watching as the pirate ship disappeared in the distance. A soft smile on his lips and his whole body was warmed. The pirate captain certainly was charming wasn’t he.

“Charming?” Sparklez repeated with alarm as the Naval ship pulled up alongside them and Wilbur realized that he must’ve uttered the sentence out loud. A hand fell on his shoulder and the Captain leaned down to speak quietly, a warning, “Son let me tell you something, no matter how ‘charming’ he may be, at the end of the day he’s a pirate and you need to stay well away from him. He’s dangerous, not only in general, but also to your career.”

Wilbur tried to heed Captain Sparklez warning but he couldn’t get his mind off the oddly charming pirate. He hoped that Dream was being sincere when he said they would meet each other again because he was looking forward to it.

#dreambur #pirate au #writing prompt request #dream #wilbur soot #mcyt fanfiction #kitty writes

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Hmmm AU ideas? How about Harvest Date? Just a modern style au but with the fixings of a autumn outing?

Pumpkin patch?

Corn maze?

Horror movie night?

Costume party?

What would they do?

(Ah, this was a fun one; the headcanons drawing on my small town upbringing just started piling in! I'm probably going to have more installments for this one so as to write a proper date, but for now, I'm starting with a quiet meet-cute in the middle of some cheerful chaos.)

The town of Templeton in rural southeast Colorado had three very small claims to fame. The biggest was its annual Fall Fair. Hosted on and around the one street the community had to its name, there were carnival rides, games, 4-H projects, and produce stalls manned by the various farmers of the area. Both of the small motels Templeton boasted were packed to the brim, and a good three quarters of the out-of-town visitors were happily camped in a county-owned field behind the mayor’s office; it was fortunate that the newly arrived young doctor from Colorado Springs already had family in town, or else she might have had to join them.

As it was, Barriss Offee was grateful that she’d decided to move in early, because she could not imagine getting her car into the small gravel parking lot behind the tiny mosque her uncle tended with the street as full as it was now. It was all she could do to keep up with her cousin as they wound their way through the crowd.

“Come on, Barriss, keep up!” twittered the younger girl, yanking at Barriss with one henna-bedecked hand. “Doctor Fisto’s selling baby sugar gliders this year!”

“…Ahsoka Tano, we are not going to surprise your father with a pet flying squirrel tonight.”

“Uh, they’re marsupials, and I’m not going to buy one, I’m just going to look because they are adora-”

“SNIPS!”

As she came to a screeching halt Ahsoka’s face nearly split in a wide, beaming smile. “SNAILS?” she hollered in response, touching fists with an imposingly tall young man in what appeared to be his early twenties.

Barriss’s head spun; she’d only just recently got into town, and had not yet been introduced to her cousin’s…eclectic assortment of friends. “Okay, so who is ‘Puppy-Dog Tails’?”

“I am,” groused another young man who sidled up behind Snails and nodded respectfully. “Rex is my real name, and this idiot who’s been trying to get me to ride that death trap at the end of the street is Anakin.” Ah, so these were the two troublemakers Ahsoka had written so much about; it was nice to put faces to the fondly overlong list of catastrophes.

“The Twilight is not a death trap,” Anakin pouted. “I set her up myself!”

“My point stands.”

“Which ride is the Twilight?” Three pointed fingers directed Barriss’s gaze to a variant of a Ferris wheel with enclosed, two-seated cars, each of which spun madly on a horizontal axis. “Oh.”

“Want to take a ride?” Anakin grinned. “Rex is being a big baby, so you and he can take it easy on each other while Ahsoka and I have some real fun!”

“I…uh…I actually intended to do a little shopping of my own.”

Ahsoka’s eyes narrowed in playful suspicion. “You just got in this morning! What could you possibly want to shop for?”

“…Pumpkins.”

“Pumpkins? You?”

“Is that so hard to believe?”

“Aren’t you the one who’s always saying Halloween is haramand we should have nothing to do with it?”

“Yes, but pumpkins needn’t be associated with Halloween. I’ve a notion to bake a few nice pies for Thanksgiving.”

In medical school, Barriss had taken up baking as a hobby to de-stress, particularly during exam weeks. Her experimentation had proven fruitful, especially to Ahsoka’s ravenous teenage sweet tooth. The younger girl weighed the ride against the pie in her mind, and reluctantly nodded. “Maybe we can get Obi-Wan to ride with Rex?”

“Seriously, Snips?”

“You haven’t tasted one of her pies yet, it’s life-changing. See you back here when we’re done, cuz!” Ahsoka seized Anakin’s hand, and then it was his turn to be dragged through the crowds with wild abandon, as Rex chased after them. Barriss followed them with her eyes until she could see Ahsoka’s zebra-striped hijab in line for the Twilight; then, she set about to shopping for her hastily-crafted alibi.

There were quite a number of booths selling pumpkins, which…well, that was to be expected. One, however, stood out for its distinct lack of Halloween decorations, arrayed instead in cheerful autumn themes like apples and colored leaves. As she drew closer, Barriss could see that the wares themselves were quite colorful: a wide variety of heirloom pumpkins and related squashes, in brilliant colors of red, green, white, blue, and multicolored stripes. Her brow furrowed a little, because she had no experience in selecting a heirloom pumpkin to bake; in college, all she’d had to do was search out a pumpkin labeled with the word ‘pie’ at a grocery store, and that was that. Her gaze eventually drew toward a small-ish pumpkin with light brown ‘warts’ which stretched across its salmon-pink skin like lace.

“A galeux d’esyines,” asked a low voice, to her right and at her elbow. “A fine choice, Doctor Offee. It’s too hard a shell for carving, but very good for cooking and in soups esp…”

The voice trailed off as Barriss turned to greet its owner, which was something that Barriss had experienced a few times; someone saw her face and their expression went slack-jawed and dazed. Her mother told her it was because a particular shade of blue made her eyes greatly stand out, and Barriss, wanting to make a good impression on her first day in her new home, had chosen to wear a hijab of that particular hue to the fair. That, her nice black dress, and the delicate patterns of henna her mother and Ahsoka had painted all over her hands and face left Barriss looking decidedly her best, and she couldn’t fault someone for being just a little twitterpated.

However, she was startled to find that the feeling was very much mutual. The stall owner looked up at her from a sleek black wheelchair with painted flame accents; he wore black cowboy boots, black jeans, a black leather jacket with black fringe, and a scarlet dress shirt with a black bolo tie. From underneath a wide black hat adorned at the brim with sharp predators’ teeth, two fine, deep-set brown eyes peered out, framed by strong cheekbones covered in circular blue-black tattoos.

Barriss blinked, and turned to look at the lacy pumpkin in a belated attempt to hide her blush. “I, uh...how did you know my name?”

“Well, Doctor, you taking a job here was front-page news; really, you can’t be anyone else.”

That tidbit of information was not helping her poor flushed cheeks. “You’re not serious.”

“The town paper has about four pages on average, so yes, I am quite serious.” There was a chuckle, and a tattooed hand was extended into her line of vision. “Maul Opress.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, focusing on his hand as she shook it to avoid his treacherously pretty eyes. When that proved unsuccessful, she lifted the pumpkin she had been studying as a distraction. “This good for soups, you say. Is it any good in pies?”

“I should say it is better in soups, though not intolerable in pies, I suppose. The best pies my brother’s made have used the Fairytale,” he gestured to a large green vegetable, “or the Cinderella,” he indicated a large, bright red pumpkin.

“I…well, I think those are a bit big for my purposes,” Barriss replied. “It’s just going to be for me and my family, and we don’t typically eat that much.”

“No, but your cousin’s army of friends does.”

His tone teased a small smile out of her. “How can Ahsoka have an army of friends in this town?”

He shrugged. “I haven’t the slightest; sometimes I think she grows them out of the woodwork. I don’t know how the imam manages to feed them all.”

“Uncle Plo did have a reputation for working miracles back in The Springs,” Barriss said mysteriously.

Maul laughed. “Oh, and he’s built on that since he came out here, I can assure you. Mark my words; you’ll have to make at least a dozen pies.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” Barriss replied. “But I think I’ll go with this one, if only because I’ve never seen anything like it before, and I might like to see how it does in a pie. Or a soup.”

“Very well, then,” he replied smoothly, heading toward the register.

***

“You’re back early,” her mother called as her latest customer waggled his fingers excitedly to show off Luminara’s handiwork for his buddies. “Don’t tell me; Ahsoka, Rex, and Anakin ran off to the Twilight and left you to browse by yourself?”

“Yes, and I’m quite happy to have done so instead of ruining my appetite on that puke machine,” Barriss replied airily, setting her purchase under her seat and taking her place by her mother’s side.

“Well, at least you’re having fun right?” Luminara said with a gentle smile. “Your uncle disappeared a few minutes ago; I’ve no idea where he…Plo Koon, you are not going to bring that dirty creature into our house!”

Her uncle stopped short to cover the small ears of a soft-coated baby sugar glider which sat on his shoulder. “She is not dirty, Luminara, she’s a clean, beautiful creature and little ‘Soka has been wanting one for years. Now hush, let me smuggle this cage into the house before she sees.”

“You spoil that girl!”

“Not unnecessarily!” Plo hurried into and out of the small house attached to the town’s mosque, settling himself into the seat on Barriss’s right-hand side. “That’s a lovely pumpkin, Barriss. Where did you get it…oh, you look a little flushed, my dear. Perhaps you should go inside.”

“I’m fine,” Barriss resolutely stated. “Just a little tired; I’ll be all right.” But, for the rest of the day, her thoughts remained stubbornly around the corner, on her new acquaintance with the dark eyes and the mischievous smile.

#star wars #mauliss au prompts #barriss offee #darth maul #ahsoka tano #anakin skywalker #captain rex #luminara unduli #plo koon #morai #very much based on my hometown #in a different state #racial and religious diversity included #fairs like this were a major cultural exchange #the henna booth was run by my local mosque to give a halal alternative to some of the more Halloweeny festivities #and the sugar glider booths make the rounds at my country fairs #Thanks for the ask Lis!

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