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honeykaes · 1 year
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—𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭
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✦ pairing: zhongli x reader ; some diluc x reader & venti x reader
✦ warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact
✦ w/c: 2.2k
✦ disclaimer: afab!reader with no set pronouns, casino harem au, use of alcohol, jealousy sex, cunniligus, fingering, some temperture play, doggy-style, creampie, unedited
✦ summary: after exploring and enjoying your time at the golden celeste hotel in las vegas owned by the one and only zhongli, he comes searching for you with something clearly plaguing his mind
✦ a/n: welcome to kinktober everyone! hope you enjoy!
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Jazz music played throughout the loudspeakers of the casino, almost drowned out by the laughter occurring by the crowd on the floor. Golden arches glowed under the fluorescent hues of the light, the ceiling above painted above as if it were the sky of the heavens itself.
 People decorated in their best fits, from stylish pantsuits to the tightest little dresses that hugged every curve of the body. Some sat on each other’s laps, clapping as they pulled the slot machine down hoping to see those magic three numbers glaring down. Others leaned against the player's table, laughing in glee as they put another wad of cash down as the dealers slide them a neck set of cards for whatever match they were in.
And this was only on the show floor. There were always many things to do at the Golden Celeste, the best and most well-known casino and resort throughout the world. Some would be at the bar hoping to get a taste of the famous Ragvinder’s concoctions. Others were lined up in restaurants, moaning in absolute pleasure getting to taste the world-renowned Kaedehara’s foods. And some were bouncing to the rhyme of the music like the famous DJ, Venti made the stage a party no one wanted to stop.
For most, it was a fantasy playground for them to experience for about a week, but for you, it would be your forever—thanks to the various connections you had made along the way.
You walked in strides, in your luxurious outfit laughing as two men stood beside you. Diluc, the red-headed bartender walked next to you, large palms brushing against your own every now and again trying to hype himself up to finally weave his fingers with your own. Venti, the other man next to you, leaned against your side, arm lazily around your waist with a grin beaming from his pale face.
And these were only two men of your copious connections here.
“Come on, come on! You have to join me on stage tonight. I even got a few of Kaeya’s peeps coming for the visuals. He’ll be there too!~ So you have to come, come! Come!” Venti whined out. Diluc only sighed, rolling his eyes.
“If you’re looking for a more enjoyable night, than those drunkards, we have a private wine tasting event. Some of the best wine throughout the world will get to be yours to enjoy, love,” he mumbled. Venti puffed his cheeks out and poked his tongue out in a childish manner.
“Of course, you do this when I have a scheduled event! Why didn’t you invite me, Diluc!” Venti grumbled as the three of you walked by the elevator
Just as Diluc was about to give a retort, a ding rang out from the machine—doors opening up to reveal Zhongli there. His stoic eyes widened slightly, recognizing the three of you before his thin lips curved into a smile.
“Ah, just who I was looking for,” Zhongli murmured. The two men beside you narrowed their eyes as Zhongli grabbed your hand, pressing his lips on the top of it—gloved thumb tenderly stroking your fingers.
“I wanted to see if I could have you to myself tonight. It seems that you might have, other plans, but I hope to convince you nonetheless,” he stated. Venti sighed, wanting to complain but the shorter male only frown and pulled up his phone as if to ignore the casino owner. Diluc, on the other hand, simply turned his head to you—silently questioning your choice.
A sigh escaped your lips before you put on a smile, pressing your palm on Diluc’s cheek.
“I think it’s best if I go with him. I’ll catch up with you sometime later Diluc,” you said, letting his now redden cheek go.
“I’ll see you later Venti. Good luck on the show and tell Kaeya, we’ll schedule something soon,” you hummed, pressing your lips to his forehead. 
Zhongli put his arm out towards you, and you took it and headed back to the elevator. He pressed a keycard on the base of it, and pressed the highest floor given, the penthouse suite, before the doors slowly closed, leaving you and Zhongli together, alone. 
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Your eyes drifted to Zhongli’s figure, the prestigious man who seemed to have the world in the palm of his hand. His golden eyes focused on the doors, his foot slightly tapping along with the quaint slow jazz music playing in the elevator. A pricy brown suit adorned his body, perfectly fitted to show off his sculpted form. 
Even though his arm wrapped around at your waist, hands slowly caressing at the edges of your hips, he still felt distant from you in a way. Typically Zhongli was known for small chatting, which would drag on for hours on what varying topic recently caught his eye, but he remained quiet and stoic. 
You could only gulp trying to ease your beating heart, noticing you were finally almost to the penthouse suite. As the elevator once again dinged, signaling your arrival, Zhongli escorted to you your room—once again flashing that key card as the two of you made yourself comfortable.
As the door closed, you made your way over to the bedroom—where Zhongli followed. Grabbing a sparkling Decatur, Zhongli screwed the crystal on top off, pouring a glass of his favorite whiskey. Placing the item down. His eyes flickered to you, noticing you were watching him as his lips curved into a smile.
“Did you want me to fix you a drink? Forgive me for not asking earlier,” Zhongli asked. You shook your head, as Zhongli hummed in response, taking a sip of the bitter liquid before placing it on a coaster on the bedside table. He soon walked in front of you, hand reaching up to tenderly clasp your chin.
“...I’m curious, so forgive me if this is out of the blue but, how have you been enjoying your stay here at my casino?” Zhongli murmured, thumb pressed along your bottom lip. Your body shivered, feeling his cold silver ring on that digit.
“I’ve really enjoyed my whole experience here, you know that Zhongli. Everyone is so kind to me and lovely. It’s like a dream I never want to wake up from,” you murmured, playing with a stray hair out of nervousness. Your eyes shot away from him, lips curling downwards.
“Are you, by chance…jealous, Zhongli?” you questioned. Zhongli began to cough, caught off guard by your question before clearing his throat and masking it with a chuckle. He tapped on your lips again, getting your eyes to look back at his. He slowly weaved his hands with your own, bringing you up to the bed and close to his firm chest.
“Hmm…I don’t think jealous is the right word for what I’m feeling right now,” Zhongli admitted, hands slowly tugging on your outfit. You could hear the zipper begin to pull down, cool air touching your once-covered skin.
“...More like, I feel neglected, in a way,” he finished. Your lips quivered hearing the zipper pull down and down revealing more and more of your body. The outfit, now not tightened against your form, easily slipped off and pooled own to your feet— revealing your nude chest to him. His lips pressed against the shell of your ear, warm breath leaving the hairs on your body alert.
“I just need you to pay a little more attention to me is all,” he whispered. He leaned away, eyes taking in the beautiful form of your figure. Zhongli slowly guides you to sit on the bed, his gloved hands pressed on both of your soft thighs, letting his knees rest on the ground.
Zhongli inched close, gradually taking your underwear down to the floor. Ribbons of your slick clung onto the fabric, leaving him to chuckle at the sight of your cunt already drooling for him. Protruding out the flat of his tongue, Zhongli pressed it against your folds feeling you jolt by the sudden pleasure wavering throughout your body. The muscles soon finds itself swirling around the bud. A moan escaped your lips—to his pleasure—before he began to continuously swipe against your clit. 
Your hands soon darted out, grabbing onto Zhongli’s silken brown locks. His lips pressed against the sensitive nub as a kiss, as he soon sucked on it—lapping up all the juices managing to escape out of your velvety folds.
As he felt your thighs quiver at his nonstop ministration on your clit, his two fingers, covered in his leather gloves pressed against your entrance, slowly sinking themselves in. You’re body jolted once more, noting the odd coldness from his ring pressing against your folds before his name left your lips once more, feeling his finger plunged inside of you. His digits curled continuously, massaging against the spongy insides causing you to tighten and cave onto his fingers. 
The sound of Zhongli slurping, as you swiped and flicked onto your needy clit and knuckle deep within you, started to make your stomach churn. The grip on his hair grew tighter as your thighs slowly pulled in, pressing against the side of Zhongli’s face. He caught only grab onto one, gloved nails digging into the side as to not strangle him—eyes shut tight— as he was so focused on getting you to cum.
His name once more shot out throughout the room. Your body tried convulsing in pleasure, but was held down by Zhongli’s grip, a smirk adorning his glossy lips stained with your essence. As you tried catching your breath, you tried to stop yourself from whining feeling Zhongli’s long fingers finally leave your cunt. 
His tongue strode along the wet substances on the glove. He removed his ring, letting it all onto the floor before biting down on the leather and removing it from his hands altogether. His other glove soon found itself in the same state. Zhongli slowly disrobed himself as your eyes slightly widen, noting the intricate tattoos adorned on Zhongli’s muscled arms. You never expected a man such as himself to have so much art on his body. 
He soon found himself on top of you,  slowly positioning you to lay on your stomach—knees and elbows up, showing off your essence cascading down your inner thighs. Zhongli pressed his heavy cock against your slit, letting the tip nudge against your overstimulated clit, eliciting a yelp from you. Tapping on your wet folds and gathering up the slick, Zhongli let his cock slowly dip in, sliding inside of you. 
A deep groan emitted from him as you grabbed onto the bedsheets, feeling your walls stretching out to accommodate his hefty length. As he bottomed out, his hands found their way to your waist. He leaned down, pressing a gentle kiss on your back before snapping his hips into you, drilling his cock inside of you. Your whole body moved to the rugged pace, cock feeling you up so deeply you swore you could feel his tip pressing against your cervix.
His eyes wandered, watching the fat of your ass shake with every deep stroke he gave, his hand beginning to maneuver under you, rubbing circles on your clit. 
Your body couldn’t keep up with the pleasure once he began hitting the spongy part inside of you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. With your mouth again, calling his name repeatedly, your upper body strength waned—letting your head fall straight to the bed, your ass even higher in the air for him to try to get deeper inside of you.
His large hand grabbed onto the globe of your ass to the side, watching his cock plunge inside at a rapid pace. Your supple inside began caving down on your cock, as Zhongli clenched his jaw tightly—having a harder time thrusting inside of you. With his heavy balls smacking inside of you, you soon dug your fingers tightly against the silk sheets screaming his name, your body tensing and shivering in pleasure as you reached your high. 
With one last stroke deep inside of you, thick ropes of cum spurted out of him, groaning as his hips jerked a few times as he emptied himself out. His softening cock slowly left you, snapping the string of cum that once connected itself with his tip and your folds. It didn’t take long for a small river of his cum to drip from you, as you finally let your lower form fall to the sheets—trying to catch your breath. 
Zhongli hummed, laying down beside you. His large tattooed arms wrapped around your form, guiding your head to rest on your chest. The smell of sweat and sex was heavy in the air adorned by your favorite scent and Zhongli’s cologne. You found yourself calming yourself from your high from his heartbeat, echoing out from his chest at a steady pace, feeling his hand stroke your bare back. His lips pressed against your hair, lips curled into a smile.
“...I think jealous was the right word,” you tiredly mumbled. Zhongli simply chuckles, not saying a word in response. With a sigh, you press your hot face against his chest once more.
“...I’d never forget the person who gave me such an opportunity, Zhongli. You were my first and you’ll always be my first. I’ll do better to remind you when you forget,” you whispered, voice muffled against his toned skin.
Zhongli lifted his hand to caress your cheek, eyes softened further at your fatigued form.
“I’ll try to remember that, qīn ài de”
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xxfangirl365xx · 14 days
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Kobra Kid's answer to : "What is a day you'll never forget?"
Written in my wattpad a few months ago, i posted Jet's here so I'm doing Kobra's too (: enjoyyyy
Mines nothing in comparison to Jet's. I'm gonna go with a nice one. I'm not huge on being sentimental but the day Poison won a bunch of awards for his art in a zone wide exhibit was a great day.
It was mid July 2017. Girl had just come to live with us maybe a month earlier. We had gotten word about a big exhibit that was gonna happen in zone five. Poison had always been a bit of an artist and that's what he always wanted to do with his life before BL/I. He tried to keep his skill sharp in the zones but with limited supplies it was really hard. Honestly it made me really sad to see his dreams crushed. We had been trying to convince him to enter for several days before he gave in. He painted and drew all sorts of things. Scenery, people, emotions...it was really cool. We drove out to zone five and he submitted almost a dozen pieces. We walked around to look at the other entries while they were being judged.
" I wish I hadn't done this." He whined
" Why?" Jet asked
" Because...Look at this stuff... Mine's nothing like theirs." he said sadly gesturing to all the colorful papers and canvas spread out around him.
" Oh stop it." Jet said playfully smacking him
" Your stuff is way better, Pois." Ghoul said trying to cheer him up
" If I were a judge I wouldn't even bother looking at the rest of this stuff. Yours is clearly the best." He finished
" Mmm."Poison said, still not buying it.
" It's really good." Girl said running up next to the red head.
" You're an amazing art dude." She said smiling
He smiled at her, " Thank you Missile." He said bending over to give her a hug.
We all kinda separated and walked around separately but I stayed with my brother.
We walked quietly for a while just looking at the many painted and pastel cacti and sunsets... I'm not an expert but it seemed a little generic to me. I could tell he was getting sadder by the second feeling so much more inferior to the more established artists. Poison has always lacked self confidence in everything. His appearance,personality, skills. And he shouldn't feel bad because he's a unique human being and that's something to be proud of.
Poison sighed.
" You know even if you don't win I'm still proud of you Pois." I said
" You should save the pride for something worth it." He said sadly looking at a charcoal sketch of yet another cactus.
" Nope. I'm still proud of you. And I always will be no matter what you do." I said again.
"..."
" Alright Poison. Enough self pity. Look at this stuff. It's all the same thing. Sunsets and cactus. Boring bland colors and no emotion behind it right?" I asked
" I mean...sorta."
" And you put thought and emotion into your stuff. Colors and variation. "
" Thats-"
" Let me put it this way." I interrupted turning to face him.
" These guys may have some talent and knowledge for sure. They have no creativity to back it up. It's just knowledge.It's kinda like how most people can write...but only a few people can ACTUALLY write, and have a story to tell or a message to get across." I finished. He thought for a second.
" So please...don't be down on yourself for having something a lot of people can only dream of. Both knowledge AND creativity." I said, pulling him into a tight hug.
He hugged me back and I could feel him release all the tension in his body.
" Thanks Kobra." He said
" Anytime. "
*STATIC*
"WILL PARTY POISON PLEASE MAKE THEIR WAY TO THE JUDGES TABLE AT THIS TIME" a loudspeaker screeched out
" I saw a flash of fear in my brother's eyes.
" relax. You got this alright?" I said
" Yeah... " He said walking away. He looked back at me and I gave him a thumbs up.
I found Jet, Ghoul and Girl.
" Why did they want Poison?" Ghoul asked
" Dunno..." I responded.
*STATIC*
"WINNERS HAVE BEEN ANNOUNCED AT THE JUDGES TABLE! THANK YOU TO EVERYONE WHO PARTICIPATED THIS YEAR AND WE CAN'T WAIT TO SEE YOU ALL AGAIN NEXT YEAR!"
They went to the front as they were instructed and saw Poison grinning ear to ear with all his colorful creations displayed hung with diy ribbon's. He ran up to us and immediately hugged me.
" Thank you for always believing in my Kobra." He whispered
" Anytime." I said
He was wearing a scratched and chipped gold metal with the engraving of " Track and Field champions" crossed out with a sharpie to read " Reigning Zone art champion."
Everyone hugged and congratulated him. He picked up Missile Kid and spun her around while she laughed.
" I told you you'd win!" she exclaimed.
I Know it's nothing I really did but I'm still proud of my big brother for everything he has done and has yet to do. He's been competing and winning competitions all over the Zones ever since and I'm so happy to see him being what he always wanted to be.
Anyways, thanks for listening to me ramble,
Kobra Kid out
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networksupported · 10 months
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*Cas is sitting around, doing a whole lot of nothing, when for the first time in ages, the loudspeakers overhead come on. Initially, it's just static, but it eventually fades into two voices speaking to each other.*
(I TOLD you that there was a speaker set on this wavelength! You denied me, and you told me the book was the only way to find wavelengths, and you were wrong! Eat shit, and suck it!)
//Wh??? What did I do?? I wasn't saying that there wasn't one, I was saying that it's not one we SHOULD go on yet!! The dude here is like, dangerous the book said! Calm ya farm, Gamby!!
(I swear, if you call me that one more time, I'm breaking the damn micropho- we're coming over the speakers, aren't we?)
//Goddamnit. Well, hi Cas! I'm a big fan! I was gonna save narrating for my birthday, but someone doesn't know how to admit defeat. My name's guy!
(I'm Gambhorra'ta. Yo.)
@thereticentraconteur
> oh, please don't stop just for my benefit. that was getting fun.
cas, who had been lying flat on his back on one of the office desks (whether this was the desk of a certain employee #432 was, of course, irrelevant) (that is to say, it most certainly was) half turns his head towards the speakers. he wasn't quite sure why, given that the speakers were mostly used for putting noise out and not necessarily taking them in, but it kind of felt nice to have a certain, addressable point in the room. speaking generally at the seeking tended to just give one quite a neckache, and didn't really help matters in any way.
> nice to meet you both, i suppose. that, and-- what the hell.
> you know, if you didn't already seem to know me- though i do appreciate you being a fan, that's certainly a first- i'd be introducing myself as something like blentin quakesop purely for the fact it's the only worst thing in the universe to name oneself, right after "guy".
> i mean, no offense.
> okay, maybe slight amounts of offense. just a little. just a tiny bit. you do, however, seem to have befriended someone with a name that is almost in equal terms to you on the grand scale of terrible names, however, and honestly? i respect that. good for you, gamby. i highly recommend not looking up what your name translates to. because, i mean, that's no laughing matter.
> point of the matter at hand, though, dare i ask what you mean about this whole... "narrating" buisness?
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cheddacheese · 1 year
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Fnaf fic
[It's not the one I said i'd post, (I gave up on that one I'm so sorry) but I finally posted on Ao3 like i've been meaning to for a few months. It's Oc content that probably nobody cares about but I thought I'd let ya'll know.] Janitor Apollo finds the new hire, ASL interpreter Oliver, stuck in the building after hours. Nighttime security Moon shows up, Apollo shows off, hijinks ensue. Link to Ao3
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(From Apollo’s point of view)
Moon had been following me all night, the light jingling of the bells on his wrists haunting me from the rafters as I mopped up stains and picked up trash. I had been ignoring him all night and as a result I’d been hit with quite a few small items and wadded napkins. I was pulling the stupid little cleaning cart around the Pizzaplex, doing my job “janitoring” and watching out for any stragglers before the Plex closed. The final announcement that the doors had been locked echoed over the loudspeakers and as I passed the doors a few minutes later I noticed the figure of a person sitting on the floor, leaning against the metal shutters, curled in on themselves, arms wrapped around their legs, head resting on their knees. “Yo, th’ Plex is closed man, what’re you still doing here?” I joke, approaching the poor unfortunate soul lucky enough to get locked in. I almost stop dead in my tracks as I recognize his curly brown hair and the rims of his round glasses. ‘Oh shit it’s the new guy. That’s the first thing you’ve said to him ever, you’re such a dumbass oh my god.’ I think to myself continuing forward and crouching down so we’re on the same level. “I’ve seen you around a few times, you’re the new guy right? You doin’ okay?” I ask him, immediately adopting a quiet gentle tone, debating putting my hand on his shoulder but deciding against it, already feeling like crouching to talk to him like a lost child was a stupid decision.
“Oh uh, yeah, well, physically yes, I’m okay. But I did manage to get myself locked in as you can tell, so I’m a little bit stressed about that if I’m being completely honest.” He replies, looking me in the eye. ‘Woah his eyes are really pretty, I’ve only ever seen him from across the room.’ “Right yeah, I can see why you’d be nervous about that.” I say, standing up and holding out my hand without thinking about it. “Sorry about the baby talk, lost kids generally take better to me when I'm quiet and gentle about wanting to help them.” I say with a chuckle, feeling my ears heat up as I apologize. “I’m Apollo, by the way, the janitor. Let’s get’cha out of here huh? I know a back way out of the building.” I try to keep a straight face, smiling slightly as he takes my hand, allowing me to help pull him to his feet. ‘His hand is really warm oh my fuck.’ “I’m Oliver, and yeah, I’m new. An ASL interpreter for the main shows.” He replies, straightening his back before freezing in place, looking over my shoulder. “Apollo…. The Moon-” He finally whisper-yells, eyes wide as he grips my hand tighter. I can see the slight refraction of Moon’s glowing eyes on Oliver's face. “He’s right behind me isn’t he?” I ask, grinning stupidly as I start to get a terrible idea. Oliver makes a sort of small squeaking noise, nodding in response, looking like he’s about to faint.
Without a word, I wink at him, spinning around on my heel and taking a few steps towards Moon, who thankfully doesn’t move, watching me as I approach him. “Don’t worry newbie, he’s practically harmless.” I say, patting the side of Moon’s arm dismissively, getting another stupid idea as Moon tilts his head in what looks like slight confusion. “Watch.” I say nonchalantly, reaching up to pat Moon’s faceplate, “So sorry about this dude.” I whisper to the tall animatronic, before gently cupping his “cheek” in one hand, and spinning his faceplate like a goddamn prize wheel. “Okay shit- run-“ I exclaim, grabbing Oliver’s hand and taking off through the empty lobby, slightly dragging him with me.
Apollo, you’re a moron. I think to myself as soon as my brain catches up.
‘You’re a moron and an idiot. Fucking with Moon? Just to show off??? Stupid asshole.’ My mind swirls as I pull Oliver with me through the empty Pizzaplex, his hand still gripped tightly in mine as we run together. Hopefully Moon doesn’t throttle me later, I know it’s only a matter of time before he finds me after I lead Oliver to the exit.’My mind is muddled with self-aimed insults and obscenities as I pull the new guy with me, running “for our lives” down the hallways together. “Sorry, that was super stupid.” I breathe, looking over my shoulder at him as we run. “It’s okay, it was kind of funny.” He replies and I notice as his eyes glance down at our interlocked hands before quickly looking me in the face. “What’s the plan??” He asks, and I can’t help but notice the slight flush in his cheeks, feeling him squeeze my hand tighter. “Uh, well, I hadn’t thought that far. There’s a closet up around the corner though, we have a decent enough head start, we can probably hide in there for a little bit.” I reply, immediately cursing myself for suggesting what was probably the smallest supply closet in the building to hide in. “Okay- sure yeah.” Oliver pants out as I loosen my grip on him, letting go of his hand as I nearly swing myself around the corner, quickly shoving my keys in the lock and opening the door. Oliver stumbles around the corner, slightly slower than I was, but definitely the more worried out of the two of us. “You go in first, he’s gunning for me anywa-“ I’m cut off as he grabs the front of my shirt and drags me into the small space with him, scattering my brain and leaving me with barely enough sense to grab the handle and pull the door shut behind us. “He’s not gonna like, get you right?” Oliver asks, avoiding eye contact; I feel one of his legs brush against mine as my thoughts re-focus, suddenly becoming very aware of our proximity. When he pulled me into the closet I had bumped into him slightly. I notice that one of my legs had somehow ended up between his and I feel my ears get hot. I have to stop myself from saying something stupid about our positioning. ‘You already fucked up by messing with Moon, don’t make it worse by being a useless stupid flirt too.’ I think to myself, tearing my eyes away from his lips, and looking off to the side. ‘His glasses are cute.’ “Apollo?” I’m pulled out of my thoughts by the feeling of a warm hand on my forearm. “Sorry, what were you sayin’?” I respond dumbly, blinking a few times, I can feel my cheeks start to get warm as I find myself glancing at his lips again without thinking. “I was just wondering how long you think we should keep hiding in here?” He repeats, moving his arm to the wall next to me, trying to keep his balance in the small space. “I think we should be okay to leave in a couple of minutes.” I pull out my phone to check the time “Twelve thirty...” I mumble aloud before looking back up at Oliver, my stomach doing a flip as our eyes meet. ‘Was his face always this close?’ “I think we should be okay now actually, Moon’s probably looking near the gang’s rooms since that was in the other direction, I can lead you to the back way out and you can leave from there.” I lean sideways slightly, using the wall to keep myself upright as I crack the door open and look out into the empty hallway. “There’s a few other places we could duck into on the way if he gets close or something, we can probably head out now.” I say,  pushing the door further open and extracting myself from the small space as Oliver nods, following me out a second or two later.
’ It would’ve been stupid to make any kind of move right? We technically just met, it probably would’ve been in poor taste, even though I’ve seen him around for weeks.’ I think to myself as I look around, waving for him to come forward as I start off towards the kitchen where the back door is. “The back leads out to the dumpsters behind the building, hope that’s alright.” I say quietly, refraining from purposefully brushing my hand against his as we walk. “That’s fine, as long as I get out alive.” Oliver jokes nervously, still avoiding looking at me directly. 
‘ Hiding in the closet was such a stupid idea, he probably thinks I’m some kind of creep now. ’
I nod, continuing on “Y’know Moon isn’t actually as bad as everyone’s been saying, I’ve been on the night shift for a few weeks and all he really does is mess with me. He just throws stuff sometimes, balled up napkins, plushies. He steals my hat sometimes, pens, keys, pulls my hair on occasion too, nothing too malicious though.” “What happened when you first met? Was he worse then since he didn’t know you?” Oliver asks, I watch him readjust his glasses on his face, getting distracted for a second before answering him. “Uh, yeah actually.” I chuckle, grinning to myself recalling the night I first ran into the half of the daycare attendant that was the Moon. “It was the first week I got put on the night shift. I actually think they forgot to tell him I’d be there because he thought I was an intruder. Pretty sure he wanted t’ kill me that night. I obviously ran away, which I think made it worse because he was giggling to himself the entire time he chased me, like it was some kind of game we were playing and he was “it” He caught me of course, ‘cause the motherfucker can “fly”. He cornered me and grabbed me, holding me like a struggling toddler, which I guess makes sense because he used to be the nap time attendant, and he’s freaky tall compared to everyone. I’m pretty sure he would have killed me, or at least crushed my ribs and seriously injured me, but I got the super smart idea of calling a timeout and he kind of loosened up. He let me explain that I was the janitor and I just got put on the night shift and stuff. I don’t really know if he believed me or not, but I did have my badge so he must’ve found some validity in my statement, even still he stared at me for a long time before letting me go. He followed me around for the rest of the night, ‘been following me around ever since actually.” I explain, inwardly cringing at myself for rambling on so much. “Yikes, heh, that sounds like it was definitely an experience.” Oliver replies thoughtfully with a small laugh. “Well, I mean, yeah, it was kind of scary, I was “running for my life” but in hindsight he was just doing his job, it wasn’t his fault management didn’t tell him I’d be there, I think he probably would’ve avoided me if they did, so I’m kind of glad it happened actually.” We’re almost at the kitchen by now and I sigh quietly, knowing I probably won’t get another chance to talk with Oliver after tonight.
‘ He probably doesn’t really want to talk to you that much anyway though. ’
I find myself getting lost in my thoughts again as we continue walking, finding myself mentally running through the list of tasks I have to get done before the end of the week.
‘What am I doing after I let him out through the back? I think I’m supposed to order a new couch for Monty at some point. Management mentioned something about him ripping it up, again. I’ll have to put in the order for that sometime this week.’
My gaze drifts to Oliver’s shorter form, watching his curls bounce slightly with each of his steps, I’ve accidentally shifted closer to him while we walked and our hands are close together again and I could swear I see his face get redder. ‘ Probably the reflection from all the bright ass neon lights everywhere though. Don’t look into it too much.’ I’m starting to wish I could turn off my inner monologue. “So uh, we all know you’re the new guy, how’s the job treating you so far?” I ask, ignoring my train wreck of thoughts in favor of attempting to socialize; we are coworkers so I might as well try to get to know the guy even if we probably wouldn’t be interacting much. “Yeah, It’s pretty okay so far.” Oliver responds with a small smile. “I don’t have very much interaction with the animatronics, but they’ve been very nice when I have gotten the little opportunity to say hi after shows.” I nod, humming in response, he’s right, the animatronics are the face of the company, they’re always busy with something, especially Freddy. “You got a favorite crew member?” I ask as we round the corner, almost to the kitchen. “Crew member?” Oliver asks, I can hear the confusion in his voice and I can’t help but grin to myself. “Yeah, crew member. Employees, specific staff bots, a member of the main gang, even the wet floor bots count as part of the crew.” I explain, counting on my fingers as I name the various other personnel and robots who work to help keep the pizzaplex up and running. “Oh! Freddy, definitely Freddy.” He responds happily, I hum again, looking at the floor as we walk, shoving my hands in my pockets. 
“I feel bad about it, but I’m hopelessly awkward around him.” I laugh, rubbing the back of my neck with slight embarrassment. “Really? Why?” “Well, he’s kind of like a father figure, to everyone really. But it makes it hard for me to ever actually talk to the guy. I’m not great at talking to authority figures, bosses, parents, “adults” even though I am technically an adult, I don’t feel very grown-up so there’s a bit of a disconnect between me and everyone else.” I say with a shrug, listening to the sound of our almost-in-sync footsteps on the plush carpet, the kitchen door in sight as we continue forward. “Is that the kitchen?” Oliver asks, pointing to the door in front of us, the font of the gold plaque on the door nearly unreadable. “Yep.” I respond simply, quickening my pace a bit to get to the door before him, pulling it towards me and holding it open. “After you.” I say, jokingly bowing before letting him pass “Why thank you. What a gentleman.” He replies, going along with my joke and bowing back before entering the empty kitchen. The two of us walk silently through the room, I get distracted by his hair again and before I know it we’ve reached the back door. Holding in a sigh I push the door open, leaning into it and holding it open for him yet again with a small smile. “Your chariot awaits, good sir.” I say with a grin and a flourish of my arm, gesturing in the direction of the parking lot where I assume he has some mode of transportation waiting for him. “Thanks for walking me out.” He chuckles, stepping through the doorway and outside. “S’no big deal, hopefully next time we meet the circumstances are different.” I say with a light chuckle. “Yeah...” Oliver responds, nodding awkwardly, clearly wanting to say more.
“What’s up? Forget something?” I ask, raising an eyebrow at him and shifting my weight slightly against the door. “No, not quite, I just- Would you like to come with me? I mean, if Moon is mad at you because of me I don’t want you going back in there and getting hurt or anything.” He says, fiddling with his sleeves and looking at his shoes. “Nah man, it’s fine, I can handle him.” I say, waving my hand nonchalantly, dismissing the thought. “Besides, I still have my job to do, you’re off-shift. Go do something fun, or go home and sleep, the rest of the night is yours. If I get hurt it’s more likely to be from personal error than from raging animatronic.” I joke, absently running a hand through my hair and looking back at him. “If you say so.” He mumbles, looking at me for a second before returning his gaze to the concrete, I can almost see the conflict in his eyes. “I promise it’ll be fine. I’ll see you around.” I reassure him, stepping back inside and grabbing the door, giving him a small wave before closing it.
‘I hope that wasn’t rude, I really do have a job to do though.’
The echo of the light tapping of my shoes on the linoleum is louder than it should be as I walk back across the empty kitchen, trying not to let myself feel bad for declining Oliver’s offer and shutting the door. I take a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh as I push the kitchen door back open, cringing at the squeal of the hinges as they protest the movement.
I exit the kitchen, so caught up in my thoughts that I nearly miss the sound of bells above me. “Finally found me, did you? Took you long enough. The other guy’s gone by the way.” I say smugly, crossing my arms and turning to face the tall animatronic crouched in the guts of the ceiling, looking up at him with a grin.
“Wrong.” He replies, red LED eyes full of impossible humor, expression mirroring mine.
“Wrong?" I repeat, narrowing my eyes as slight confusion crosses my face. Moon lets out a quiet, haunting chuckle, his faceplate spins once before snapping back into position. There is the quiet zipping sound of a cable’s slack letting out and suddenly he’s on the floor in front of me. He leans forward, his face close to mine as his grin widens, I can hear the faint sound of his inner workings as he looms over me, staring. “Never lost you.”
[Extra] ⬇️ “Epilogue” (not really though)
The next morning when Oliver shows up bright and early to work he’s greeted by Apollo in the main lobby. “Morning new guy, did’ja come to hang out too?” Apollo says, a sheepish grin on his face as he looks down at the shorter man. “That was terrible. Why are you hanging from the ceiling?” Oliver replied flatly, doing his best to keep the unimpressed expression on his face. Apollo was, in fact, hanging from the ceiling. Suspended in the air by the back of his belt and Moon’s cable, which had been wrapped around his belt a few times, and tied with a bow. “Apollo, I asked you a question.” Oliver says, shifting his weight to one foot and staring up at Apollo, fighting the small smile threatening his lips. “Oh yeah, sorry, spaced out.” “Pun intended?” “Definitely.” Oliver sighs, running a hand through his hair as he tries to straighten out his thoughts. “So, why are you up there?” he repeats, looking up at Apollo expectantly. “Moon.” Apollo replies nonchalantly, shrugging slightly, like it wasn’t that big a deal. “I told you, you should’ve left with me last night.” “Yeah maybe, but I've only been up here for about five-ish minutes, we were pretty chill for most of the night after I let you out.” Oliver shakes his head, resisting the urge to sigh again at Apollo’s aloof attitude. “I’ll just skip over what you did to make him string you up there, and ask how exactly you plan to get down.” “Oh that’s easy, I’ve got two options, One, the fast option, I undo my belt and you catch me when I plummet to the floor, or two, the the longer but safer option, I radio the DJ on my walkie, and get saved by the giant spider boom-box.” Apollo says, slowly starting to spin as he talks, his hands animating his words. “You shouldn’t need me to tell you that your first option is stupid.” Oliver replies, rolling his eyes at what he hoped was another joke from Apollo. “Yeah, I was pretty sure your skinny self would fold in half if you tried to catch the corpse falling from the sky.” Apollo continues to spin at a snail’s pace while he furthers the conversation with Oliver. “Well if you’re going to radio the Dj, you should probably do it now right? People are going to start showing up in like half an hour.” Oliver comments, starting to walk towards the employee break room to drop off his things before making himself available for the morning show. “Aww, come on man, don’t leave me hanging.” Apollo complains, watching him go. “Yep, I think you deserve it.” Oliver calls over his shoulder, biting lip and finally letting himself crack a smile out of view.
ART OF APOLLO (blonde - mine) AND OLIVER (glasses - theirs) BY MY SUPER TALENTED BEST FRIEND.
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black-and-yellow · 3 years
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Hi I'm new to the Loudspeaker AU and loving it! Can tell me how he came to join the LoV? Thanks!
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By a chance encounter.
He'd thought about it before but told himself he wouldn't do it. But he recognises the stapled mess that is Dabi's hand and takes advantage of the fact nobody seems to recognise him with his hair down to approach with his idea. Something like 'Hey if you don't kill my last friend, I'll help you out' but with more words. Dabi says he'll get back to him. At first he's like 'it's just Present Mic he's not the most impressive hero, nobody takes him seriously' but he thinks about it a little more and comes up with a good few reasons they'd want him on their side. A few of these reasons being: he has a mad destructive quirk; having a hero on their side would be a big [raspberry blowing noise] to the rest of the heroes; and if their CD player breaks he can sing them songs. So he has a talk with Shigaraki and Shigaraki says yes because society and because of course he would. Dabi tells Yamada, Yamada tells Aizawa, Aizawa pushes Yamada down the stairs and the rest is history.
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lemonmeringuecry · 3 years
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The Cubs at Disneyland
Hi, so I've been trying to do this for awhile (ever since I drew Lo in a Mickey Mouse hoodie) but when the queen herself, miss Hazel, said she needs them to go to Disney... well I wrote this. And drew it. Because I'm me.
So anyway, here's the drawing and below is the fic
Tw for a couple mentions of food but I think that's it
Credit for everything @lumosinlove
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Leo bounced a bit on the balls of his feet, goofy smile at full force while he waited to board the plane. He had grown up going to Disney World with his family. Living in Louisiana, Florida wasn’t too far away, and Eloise and Wyatt Knut didn’t let being adults stop them from enjoying the magic of Disney. When Leo was born, his parents were beyond excited about the prospect of going as a family, getting mickey ears, collecting pins, and making memories.
The first time he went, Leo was five, his favorite Disney movie was the lion king, and an expression of pure joy was permanent in his pale, blue eyes. Over the four days they were in the parks he got to go on rides, eat themed sweets, and meet his favorite characters.
After that first trip, Eloise started a scrap book. The book, titled ‘Disney World 2006’, was soon filled with pictures of Leo at the entrance gate, Leo with pineapple dole whip halfway to his mouth, and countless of all three of them taken by the photographers.
A favorite picture of Eloise’s was near the back, this one of her son with Simba. When Leo had spotted the cast member dressed as his favorite character, he all but threw himself at the lion costume clad employee. Leo’s mama had taken many pictures of the two lion cubs together and they were beyond adorable.
There are more scrap books from 2008, 2011, 2014, and 2017. Throughout the years of pictures Leo never looks less than ecstatic. Even though New Orleans will forever remain his favorite place in the world, Disney is a close second to home, which is why this trip with his boys is such a big deal for him.
The Lions are currently on a short break in the season after their game against the Coyotes and the cubs are going to spend a few days at Disneyland in Anaheim.
Finn reaches forward to grab Leo’s hand who is standing in line in front of him.
“Sunshine, are you excited?” He asks. Leo tilts his head around to look at his boyfriend and nods eagerly.
“We’ll take that as a yes,” logan chuckles sleepily from behind Finn where he is standing with his head resting on the red head’s back. Evidently waking up at 6:00 in the morning to drive to the airport wasn’t ideal for him.
Leo lets out a low, impatient groan, still bouncing, “I need to be there like right now. Can’t we get on the plane already?”.
“We haven’t even been waiting that long. I think they’re about to call our section though, Peanut,” Finn answers him, trying not to let his amusement show too much.
A crinkly noise cuts off Leo’s response, “Now boarding rows 1-10,” a voice says from over the loudspeaker. Leo stands up straighter and turns to his boyfriends, “that’s us!”
“I know Nutter-Butter, go on, let’s get you to Disney!” Finn says as he pats Leo’s butt lightly, moving him forward, onto the jet bridge.
The boys get settled into their seats, Finn by the window, Logan in the middle for maximum cuddles, and Leo on the aisle for the leg room. For the first half of the flight Logan sleeps while Finn and Leo share a movie, but all three boys are wide awake by the time the flight attendants come around with drinks for the second time. The rest of the flight is spent chatting about practices coming up after the break, things they need for the apartment, and what they are going to do first upon arriving.
Once getting off the plane in California, they take the shuttle from John Wayne Airport to the Disneyland hotels. They are staying in the Adventure Land tower, closest to the park. By this point all three boys are buzzing with the infectious happiness of Disney. After unpacking and getting settled into their hotel room, the cubs proceed with their plans of shopping and getting dinner in Downtown Disney. First thing on the agenda is to procure mouse ears. Logan, Finn, and Leo make their way to World of Disney in order to find the widest selection of ears. Leo has a collection of his own ears at home, including his favorite pride Minnie ears, but for this trip he wants to get new ones along with Logan and Finn. Leo and Finn decide on classic Mickey ear hats, while Logan picks out Minnie ears with a lavender bow. They all get sweatshirts too, as is custom.
After a pleasant evening of enjoying the atmosphere and getting dinner at Ralph Brennan’s Jazz Kitchen (Leo’s offense towards their attempt at Cajun cuisine is only partially a joke), they call it night. They head back to the hotel, brush their teeth, put on pajamas, and cuddle up in bed. After a busy day the three boys quickly fall asleep, full of anticipation for the day ahead.
Something you should know about Leo is that when it comes to Disney, he is hard core. Their first morning there is an early entry in Disneyland park.
“Rise and shine, party people!” Leo calls as he entera the main part of the hotel room from the bathroom. Logan and Finn are just now waking up, but they aren’t remotely tired. The pure excitement radiating off their boyfriend is contagious as well as the promise of a day of fun.
“Butter baby, how long have you been up?” Finn’s question is alarmed yet distinctly amused.
“Since 5:30,” Leo responds off-handedly. Logan and Finn share a look, then turn it on Leo. Undeterred, Leo spins slowly in a circle in order to show off his carefully constructed outfit. He is wearing his favorite light wash Levi’s, paired with the crewneck he bought yesterday (light gray with vintage looking Mickey & friends). Underneath his sweatshirt he is wearing his Pizza Planet t-shirt, ready for when it gets hot later. Leo’s outfit is accessorized with his new Mickey ear hat, white air Jordan 1’s, and his Tinker Bell lanyard filled with pins from over the years.
“These things take time! Now y’all go get dressed, we have to be in line by 6:45,” Leo says. With that both Finn and Logan get out of bed and into their clothes in record time. On their way out of the room, they pick up their ears and backpacks from the desk by the TV.
After a brief stop at the Starbucks in Downtown Disney, the boys make it into the que of people lining up at the entrance gate. Once 7:00 hits, the lines start to move into the park. As Logan, Finn, and Leo enter, they gaze around in awe. At the end of Mainstreet sits Sleeping Beauty’s castle, tall and glorious. They walk hand in hand down the lane of colorful, old fashioned buildings, chatting excitedly about what to do first.
“Alright babes, what’s up on the agenda?” Finn asks.
“I don’t even know the options, what do you say Le?” Logan continues.
They end up heading over to Tomorrow Land first. They go on Star Tours and Space Mountain while the lines are short, then bounce around Fantasy land as they make their way across the park. Around 8:30 all three boys start to get hungry so they grab a bag or two of beignets from New Orleans Square. After breakfast, they hit their favorites in Adventure land (Finn fucking loves Indiana Jones), Frontier Land (Big Thunder Mountain Railroad is a fan favorite), and New Orleans Square (Logan might not stop singing ‘Yo Ho a Pirate’s Life for Me’ for weeks).
Around noon the cubs exit Disneyland Park and walk across to California Adventure. After lunch at Wine Country Trattoria the boys bop around Cars Land, Hollywood Land, Pacific Warf and Grizzly Peak. The lines are a lot longer now that it’s afternoon, so they take it in stride and spend their waiting time talking, cuddling, and playing games. They end up going on almost every ride as well as hitting the extra good ones twice like Incredicoaster and Guardians of the Galaxy (still a fan-fucking-tastic ride but Leo misses the Twilight Zone theme).
By the time they finish up in California Adventure for the day, it’s almost time for Fantasmic, and Leo has yet to tell his boys that he got them reserved seats. The cubs meander back to Disneyland but when they start to near Frontier Land Finn picks up the pace.
“Sweetheart, what’s the hurry?” Leo asks with a knowing smile.
“I wanna get good seats for Fantasmic, I haven’t seen it since I was little!” Finn replies.
“Orgasmic? I like the sound of that,” Logan slides in with a smirk.
“Baby, no!” His boyfriends exclaim at the same time. Logan giggles which gets Leo and Finn laughing as well.
“And Finn, I got us seat reservations for the show so no need to rush,” Leo tells him. Finn’s response is to jump on Leo with a fierce hug and a drawn out “Yay,”.
The cubs enjoy the water show immensely, all snuggled up and bundled in sweatshirts once again to fend off the cool evening air. They point out little details to each other with intertwined hands and gasp aloud at the pretty fireworks. Once Fantasmic is over they do a few more rides, then head back to the hotel, sleepy after a full day. The boys fall asleep quickly again, ready to do it all again the next day.
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red1culous · 4 years
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Familiar Stranger part 2
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Part 1 // 2 // 3 // 4
Just as your shift was ending you were wiping down your counter and looking forward to taking a hot soak in your bathtub. The rest of the workday after your favourite Avenger visited the store was relatively uneventful. In all honesty nothing could top seeing the Black Widow in the flesh. You were having fun at Jonah’s expense and he kept bemoaning the fact that he missed out meeting the Natasha Romanoff.
You grabbed your bag from the small locker in the store room and headed out the back door where your beat up Kawasaki was parked. Just as you mounted your bike and clipped on your helmet, Jesse comes running out the door catching your attention.
“Hey hotshot we have a problem” he wheezes running over to you.
You make a face. That is not a sentence you needed to hear after a long day on your feet.
“Yea sorry to be the bearer of bad news but you undersold some items” he says pulling out some receipts to show you. You remove your helmet and study the receipts in your hand.
“Seems the Black Widow really got to you a little eh?” he shoulders you a little while giggling.
“I wouldn’t call $30 a little, Jesse” you groan passing him back the receipts.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it, I’ll just dock it from your pay ok” he says lightly kicking your front wheel.
“This is horrible Jesse I’m so sorry my head must’ve been somewhere else” you say apologetically.
“Yea we know where your head went” he’s full on laughing at you now.
“You! Are a horrible boss!” you say shoving him a little and putting your helmet back on your head, “I’m off and I’m gonna try and forget about this until next week” you shout as you start up your bike and head towards home.
When you reach your apartment you notice a text from Jonah.
YOU MET HER BUT YOU ALSO LOST $30 :)))
The message brings a smile to your lips, “oh my god what a dick face” you say aloud throwing the phone onto your bed and heading towards the bathroom a trail of clothes behind you.
A week later you roll into work chucking your bag into the locker and grabbing your apron. You set about stocking the shelves a little bit and generally minding your own business waiting for Jesse to open up the store. You were mopping the floor beside the your checkout station when you feel a tap on your shoulder.
“Sorry was listening to some music” you say as you turn around and pull the earphones out of your ears and stuff them into your back pocket.
Jonah stands opposite you with a giant smile plastered on his face.
You cock your head at him, “wha-whatttttt?” you ask him unsettled by his behaviour.
“Guess what?” he says.
You shake your head at him raising an eyebrow in the process.
“Seriously dude, just guess” he continues almost hopping on the spot.
“You….got laid???” you try.
Just then Jesse walks past the two of you and snorts, “HE WISHES!” walking on by.
“Rude!” Jonah bites back, “No guess who’s been coming in asking for you everyday for a week?”
“Santa Claus??” you answer exasperated.
“You are freaking boring man” he grabs your shoulders, “the Widow you dumbass”.
You laugh shaking off his hands and continuing to mop the floor, “very funny Jonah”.
“I’m not joking dude she’s been coming in here every day asking for you”
“You’re shitting me?” you stop and look at him.
He raises his hands, “I shit you not!”
“You’re telling me she just comes in here, asks for me, and leaves?”
“No but like yea. She comes in and buys shit and asks for you. I swear she has enough rope and duct tape to last a lifetime” he chuckles.
WE OPEN IN 5 MINUTES EVERYONE HAVE A GREAT DAY
Jesse’s voice booms through the speaker system and you make your way to your booth clearing away the mop and water bucket at the same time. You can’t deny Jonah’s words got you nervous. What did the Black Widow want with you? Was there a problem with the things she bought? This was going to bother you the whole day.
After lunch you had started to believe that she wouldn’t make an appearance today. After all it was 2:30 pm and she hadn’t shown up yet. Maybe she got tired of dropping in.
“Here you go, have a lovely day” you say to the lady and wave animatedly at her baby in the stroller who just gurgle laughs at your antics.
Y/N YOU’RE NEEDED IN THE STAFF ROOM
Jesse’s voice booms again on the loudspeaker. You close your counter and direct the other customers to Jonah’s aisle shooting him a sympathetic smile.
“I have been summoned” you announce as you step into the staff room in the back.
Cindy smiles at you, “hey sorry Y/N need your help with this” she hands you a mop using her chin to point to the leaking roof.
“Urgh what happened?” you ask grabbing the mop and stepping over a large puddle of water on the floor.
“The roof just started leaking” she says, “Jesse called me and you since our bags got a little wet. I hope you don’t have anything valuable in there”.
“Ah no nothing too valuable” you say checking over your bag noting that only the bottom corner was a little damp.
After cleaning up the watery mess you head back out to your station ignoring the loopy smile Jonah was giving you.  
“What is it now?” you ask him and he just shrugs at you the smile remaining on his face. You start to stuff your bag which you opted to take with you from the locker room under your counter. As you rummage about down there making some space you hear someone coughing to attract your attention.
Looking up from your position you see her. Your eyes widen as she smiles at you and in your haste to stand you hit your head on the underside of the counter.
“SHIT!” you curse rubbing your head standing up straight.
She laughs.
“Sorry!” you offer.
She shakes her head and smiles at you.
You clear your throat, “can I help you, Ms. Romanoff?” you glance behind her and see Jonah giving you an excited thumbs up.
“You can start by calling me Natasha” she says her voice like honey.
You blush, “uhh ok….Na- Natasha”
She’s just looking at you her gaze focused but soft.
“Did you need something?” you say feeling a little uncomfortable under the intense scrutiny.
“I’ve been looking for you” she says.
“Yo-You have?” you blink a few times, “why?” your voice cracks.
“I realised I underpaid you the last time I was here” she says softly, “I spoke to your supervisor the next day and he said he had already taken it out of your pay”.
“Oh no that’s my fault, Natasha” you slip in.
She smiles, “was wondering if I could take you out for a coffee as payback?”
“What!?”
“Do you want coffee and a cake?” she chuckles.
“Umm yea but you really don’t need to…”
“I want to” she says with such finality you just nod.
“Good. What time are you off work?” she adds.
“Oh you mean like coffee and cake…with you?” you say and she laughs at how slowly you are comprehending all this. She places a hand on your arm and leans in to say softly, “yes Y/N, like me taking you out on a date and we eat somewhere together”.
“I…yes, yes ok…” you say glancing at the hand on you as she withdraws it slowly.
“So…” she drags out the word.
“Right umm, 6pm I’m off at 6pm” you manage to say.
“Great I’ll see you in a couple of hours then” she says turning on her heel.
“Wait” your voice a little raised. She turns and walks back up to you.
“You didn’t want anything from the shop…maybe more rope?” you say a shy smile on your face.
“Nope” she chuckles, “I think I have enough” she adds, a little blush blossoming on her cheeks.
“OK. I was wondering why you’d need so much rope in the first place. I think you bought up all our stock” you bite your lower lip happy that you could fluster her to some extent.
“Y/N” she leans in so she’s inches from your face, “play your cards right maybe I’ll show you what I use those ropes for…” you gulp, “see you at 6” she adds before backing up and walking off. Or more like sauntering off swaying her hips even more for your viewing pleasure.
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hacked-by-jake · 4 years
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"Will you be my wife?"
HEELLOO GUYS 👋🏻
Here I am again. I was inspired by the videos about such situations. I am not completely enthusiastic about the story but unfortunately I didn’t know anything to improve it. Blackout. Maybe make a remake of it someday, I hope you like it anyway and excuse the mistakes.
And many thanks to all who follow me! Much love for each of you🥺❤️
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"I don’t believe it, I married Richy" Jessy squeals, looking at Richy sitting at a table with his boys.
You, Jessy, Cleo, Hannah, Lilly and two other friends of Jessy are standing on the dance floor.
"Well, I thought you were marrying Dan" Hannah giggles.
"No, Dan and I just don’t fit together, my heart beats for Richy" Jessy raves again.
"Didn’t you want to throw bridal bouquet?" asks Cleo.
"OH, YES TRUE" calls the new bride and runs to the DJ to steal the microphone.
Shortly thereafter, her voice echoes through the loudspeakers.
"My dear female guests, all unmarried girls, stand up, I am now throwing the bouquet."
Some start to cheer and come immediately on the dance floor.
I’m being pulled straight into the front row by Hannah.
"No, I wanted to be right in the middle of them all" you murmur, you don’t think much of these customs. Half of Duskwood was invited to the wedding.
A moment later, almost all the women are standing in the middle and Jessy is standing 3 meters in front.
"Marry You by Bruno Mars- starts playing.
"Cliché" you think with a grin.
You haven’t even looked at Jake, you two haven’t talked about getting married very often.
The DJ starts a countdown.
"10...9...8..."
Jessy stand with her back to all of you.
At the number One, she does not throw the ostrich as expected.
All of a sudden, she turns around very slowly and walks right up to you.
You look at her confused.
"You have to throw" you explain to her.
She’s give the flowers to you.
"Jessy what are you doing?" you ask again.
Jessy grabs your shoulders and turns you around.
Behind you, everyone stand in a circle.
And how else could it be, you’re looking in Jakes face.
In his hand a small red box of velvet.
"Oh my God" you shout overpowered and hold your hands in front of your face.
So many emotions flow through your body.
You turn away from Jake and take two steps just to turn back to him again.
He grins at you shyly but resolutely, holding a hand for you to reach for.
He pulls you to himself and immediately the first tears run out of your eyes.
"Oh, God" you mumble again.
"Hi babe" he mumbles.
"I know you don’t really like that much attention, but I think it’s about time I did the right thing. You are the only thing that matters to me, the only thing that has ever counted and will count. You are everything to me.
You are my only love, my one true love, my everything, my world and my heart, my life and my grief.
My joy and my fear, my girl. Oh damn, I love you more than I could ever describe. I know I can be exhausting. I know I can be stupid.
I know I can be a asshole.
I know I’m not easy and sometimes I stress you or I don’t pay enough attention to you.
And I just hope you can handle it, because you’re not so easy either." You two giggles.
"You’re just all I want and all I’ll ever need, my love, I just need you, to live, to be happy.
And that’s why I want to ask you now, here, today."
Jake takes a deep breath and kneels on the floor in front of you.
Now you’re crying more and more, it feels like it’s all just a dream.
Every cell in your body tingles and feels tense, tense with happiness.
Jake opens the little box.
In the small box, a beautiful ring glittered. (Think of your ring as you would like it)
"And that’s why I want to ask you, do you want to lead a chaotic life with me? A completely crazy and exciting life with me at your side? I mean, with the two of us it can only be a chaos" he smiles.
"So, will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"
You’re holding your breath.
Sure, you’ve already imagined a few times how this moment could be, how it would go and how you would react. You knew these words would come now and yet they take your breath away.
You want to answer "yes" and fall around his neck but your words are stuck in your throat.
Suddenly the doors of the hall are torn open.
A lot of men with big guns come running in, shouting at each other’s orders.
"WE ARE THE FBI! JAKE (last name) RAISE YOUR ARMS OVER YOUR HEAD IMMEDIATELY! YOU ARE ARRESTED FOR HACKING THE GOVERNMENT SERVERS"
Before you can react, you’ll be pulled back and held by Richy.
An FBI Agend holds a gun to Jake’s head to keep him calm.
He drops the box with the ring and raises his hands above his head.
Another agent kicks his back and Jake falls to the ground.
Two men handcuff him, Jake doesn’t fight, he doesn’t say anything, he doesn’t move, he doesn’t even look at you.
Everything around you is deaf.
Jake is pulled up by the officers and brought outside.
You hear a terrible loud scream, you get goose bumps so tortured it sounds.
Then you realize it was your scream.
You want to tear yourself away from Richy, but he holds you even tighter and pulls you into a hug.
"Jake" you’re screaming.
You’re trying to hit Richy, but he’s holding your arms together.
"No, not Jake" you call again.
You’re crying like hell.
You’re having trouble getting air.
Suddenly you get a slight bump in the back.
Your environment is changing.
Jake is kneeling in front of you.
"MC" whispers Jessy softly.
It was just my imagination.
It wasn’t real, it was imagination.
Your mind has just shown you your greatest fear.
Losing Jake is your biggest fear.
It’s like your mind was trying to show you that the only right thing is to marry Jake, to be with him forever.
"Oh God YES! YES YES YES! OF COURSE I WANT TO MARRY YOU" you call out happy.
Jake opens his eyes and has to realize your words.
Three seconds later, he jumps up and puts his arms around your back.
He lift you up and spin you around.
You laugh happily and Jake also loses a small tear that you immediately kiss away.
There’s cheering and clapping all around you.
"YEAHHH" shouts Jessy loudly and hugs Hannah stormily.
Richy and Dan clap and Thomas rejoices.
Cleo wipes a tear from his eye.
Hannah and Jessy jump up and down.
Jessy cries 100 times today.
And you, you cry and you can’t believe how lucky you are.
"I love you" you mumble at Jake’s neck.
"I love you so much" you repeat.
"And I love you" he murmurs.
He stand you back on the floor and take a step back.
He grabs your hand, your two hands tremble with excitement as Jake puts the ring on your finger.
The ring fits perfectly, more than perfectly, as if it were made just for you.
"Shit, I love you so much" he breathes again and puts his lips on yours.
And right now, all that matters is your kiss.
The proposal, just you and him, and it counts forever.
"Now, congratulations" you hear Richy calling, and unfortunately, you and Jake have to break up.
"We have plenty of time for us at home, and then we’ll talk about your daydream you had. Don’t think I didn’t notice it right away" he whispers in your ear.
Yes, unfortunately, you often have such daydreams in which Jake either or has a fight with other hackers or with gangs. Your fear of losing Jake is enormous and nothing would be worse for you.
"okay babe" you mumble.
Then you two smile again.
Jake actually wants to take your hand but he is suddenly pulled by Richy in a hug.
"Congratulations, bro" Richy shouts aloud.
Like two teenagers, they both hit each other on the back.
Richy and Jake became best friends, like you and Jessy.
You often yo out together.
The two guys have quite a lot in common has turned out.
Jessy falls into your arms.
"Congratulations, God, congratulations" she cries almost more than you do.
"Jessy please don’t cry," you beg even though you cry yourself.
"Forget it, I can do it, my best friend is getting married," she shouts.
"Wait, we’re engaged, take it easy," you giggle.
Jessy steps aside and Hannah immediately hugs you.
Dan and Thomas congratulate you and Jake after each other.
Dan and you became good friends, too, and when you get to know him better, he’s really nice.
A waiter brings a tray with glasses of sparkling wine.
He gives everyone a glass.
"Could I have whiskey?" asks Dan.
You’re starting to laugh.
The waiter answers with a "yes" and goes to fetch him his glass.
Lilly’s coming towards you and Jake.
Jake stands next to you and puts an arm around your hip and pulls you to himself.
You lean your head against his shoulder and look at him happy.
Lilly stops in front of you.
You raise an eyebrow.
Jake’s grip on your hip tightens, but it doesn’t hurt.
"Well, I know what I’ve done, I can’t undo it. But I want to apologize to you guys for everything I’ve done. I hope you can forgive me, and congratulations on the engagement, "she explains.
Her face turns red, she’s uncomfortable.
You still don’t really like her.
To annoy her, you look skeptical at Jake.
Now he skeptically pulls up an eyebrow.
"What do you mean, babe?" he asks you and then looks at Lilly.
"Shall we forgive her?"
"I don’t know, she did you more harm than me, it’s your choice, but I think we both accept the apology, right?" you answer.
"Yes, yes, we do" Jake smiles lightly.
And you look at Lilly with a smile.
Today happened to much good things to have now a bad mood
Thomas raises his glass to toast.
"We toast for Jake and MC" Hannah calls and also raises her glass.
"And for Jessy and Richy" answers Jake.
"Here's to those who wish us well, all the rest can go to hell" Jessy grins.
"Tobias" calls Dan and hold up his Glass of Whiskey.
"Who is Tobias?" Cleo asks confused.
We are all confused.
"No, not who, Tobias= two beers" explains Dan and laughs.
"That was the worst toast ever" Richy giggles.
"Do we want to fight?" asks Dan for fun.
"A toast of all of us" you say and raise your glass too.
"To all of us" you all shout at the same time.
"Wait, you all knew about Jake’s plan, right?" you ask.                                         
As if he knew nothing, Jake smiles innocently.                                                  
 "We were afraid Jessy would tell you" Richy laughs and gives his wife a kiss. "Hey, I would never betray something like that" insulted she turns away from him
"Party, let’s gooooo" Hannah shouts laughing.
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The rest of the evening you will celebrate a wedding and an engagement.
Your own engagement. Again and again guests come to you and Jake and congratulate you too. It’s just the most beautiful day in the world.
You were just in the bathroom and now you’re going back to the hall.  the passage connects the hall and the bathroom.
You’re the only one in the long aisle.
In the middle on the left is the men’s toilet.
You past it and whistle a song.
You can’t really hear it because the music is so loud, but it doesn’t matter.
You always whistle when you’re happy.
Through the loud music you do not hear how a door is opened and closed again.
Nor can you hear the footsteps behind you.
Suddenly someone grabs you by the hip and before you can react, you are turned around and ends up with your back against the wall.
It doesn’t hurt but before you can see your attacker, you will be kissed.
Immediately your favorite smell gets in your nose.
You put your hands on Jake’s neck and pull him even closer to you.
Jake presses his body firmly against yours and you gasp.
That’s what Jake uses to deepen your kiss.
His left hand pinches into your skin on hip and the right hand lies on the back of your head and slightly claws into your hair.
You breathe loudly as Jake slightly pulls your head back and puts his lips on your neck.
With his tongue he goes over your skin and kisses the spot under your ear.
"It’s 4:00 in the morning babe, do we want to go home so slowly? I’d like..." he takes a break to kiss your neck again.
Your hands reach into his perfectly styled hair.
"I’d love to have time alone with you" Jake growls in your ear.
Immediately your breath gets faster, and automatically you squeeze your body even tighter.
You’re breath hard.
"We have an engagement to celebrate" he breathes.
"I think it’s really time to go home" you say whispering.
"Good decision honey"
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paladin-lynx · 4 years
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Love Hurts (“Among Us” Ficlet)
Trigger/Content Warnings: Mentions of character death
Author’s Notes: So as I’m sure you can all tell from my recent posting, I’ve started playing “Among Us” and I’ve quickly become hooked. Some games are short and not very serious, but others have been filled with emotion and I’ve played with some awesome people. This piece is loosely based off a particular game I played, although I changed the names just for everyone’s privacy. So I guess these are technically OCs now, if people want to see more of them? But to all the people I’ve played with, you guys are great! Hope to run into you again sometime soon!
“Dead body reported by Crewmate Orange. Corpse found: Crewmate White. All remaining Crewmates report to the Cafeteria immediately.”
Leora nearly jumped out of her skin at the sudden announcement, blinking up at the nearest loudspeaker. Things had seemed to be going relatively well for a while, with no bodies being reported, but she should have known that the peace would only last so long. While MIRA HQ was fairly big, it wasn’t that big, and if there were Impostors running around killing Crewmates, it would only be a matter of time before someone stumbled across a corpse left in their wake.
While she was of course wary about the entire situation, she couldn’t help being a bit irked. Somehow the Impostors had slipped under MIRA’s radar during screening and had managed to stay hidden during the entire ride on The Skeld and it was only once they had gotten all the way to Headquarters that MIRA apparently had realized something was amiss.
She still remembered the announcement as they had started to make themselves at home at MIRA HQ – “There are two Impostors among us.”
The crew had immediately gone into a panic. Yellow had wasted no time slamming the Emergency Button so many times that the crew had ended up ejecting him. His constant talking had them convinced that he had to be one of the Impostors, because no one else would be so accusatory towards the friends they had made on the way here, right?
But as his body had fallen through the clouds, that announcement had sounded once more – “Two Impostors remain.”
It had been very silent around the Cafeteria table after that as everyone processed what they had just done. How could MIRA have technology advanced enough to figure out that there were shapeshifters within the crew, but their scanners weren’t intelligent enough to pinpoint who they were?
The turn against Crewmate Yellow had definitely been a shift in the crew’s dynamic up until that point. They had all become so close with one another on the way there. In training, MIRA had mentioned that on these missions, your crew was like your family and it was easy to form bonds. Of course, that was before any of them had known that not everyone was who they said they were.
They had even shared their real names with one another so that they didn’t have to constantly call one another by codename, even though it was still easiest to default to that at a moment’s notice. Leora was Red, but she had had no issue giving the crew her actual name. In fact, she had never been the most popular of people back home and these strangers had welcomed her into their midst with open arms. It was nice.
It made her heart clench to think that now none of them could trust one another. But they had to do what they had to do.
So for now, she glanced up at Black, who was in the Laboratory with her. “Come on. Let’s get to the Cafeteria.”
They made their way through Decontamination and through the hallways towards the crew’s meeting place. Black was a large individual, but he didn’t speak much, so everyone had decided to simply call him Giant since he hadn’t bothered giving his name. When he did talk, he was straight to the point, only saying what was necessary to get his point across and nothing more. Leora guessed it was to cover his ass and not say anything that could make the others suspicious.
Finally, they walked into the Cafeteria, and Leora blinked when she saw there were only two others there, already seated at the table and waiting for them. Were there really only four of them left? And there were still two Impostors among them.
Besides her and Giant, there was Crewmate Orange, whose name was Paige. She had had rotten luck thus far in coming across the bodies littered around the Headquarters, and to be honest Leora was shocked that the crew had kept her around this long and not accused her of self-reporting the deaths.
And then the last one was Crewmate Green. His name was Wilder, but the crew had taken to calling him Wiley since a rough-and-tumble name like Wilder didn’t fit his sweet disposition. He was one of the first Crewmates that Leora had met and she had known within seconds of him opening his mouth that he was not fit for an environment like this. They’d struck up conversation and Wiley had latched onto her immediately. As they had been flying up in the Dropship, when there had been a bit too much turbulence for his liking, Wiley had reached over to shakily take Leora’s hand. It had caught her off guard, since at the time they’d barely known one another, but she had taken pity on him and given his hand a little squeeze, keeping him close and assuring him that everything would be just fine.
She’d smiled at him through her helmet, and she’d sworn that she could see him blushing behind his.
And now he was one of the last four. Leora hadn’t really been keeping track of him as she’d wandered about the Headquarters, but she was glad that he was alright. She went to go take a seat at the table, watching as Giant did the same.
There was a stretch of silence, and the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife. Finally, Leora decided to be the one to start the conversation, turning to Paige. “Where was the body?”
“In Admin,” Paige replied, and she shifted her gaze to stare Leora down. “I saw you jump into a vent.”
Leora blinked, immediately straightening up, her eyes widening. “What? I wasn’t anywhere near Admin.”
“Yeah!” Wiley piped up helpfully, although his voice trembled, like the rest of his body. If they made the wrong decision here, they were done for. “Lee wouldn’t kill anyone!”
Leora felt her heart clench. He was so sweet, and the nickname only made it sink in more just how attached he’d gotten. Part of her wanted to reprimand him for being so trusting with all of this going on, but she held her tongue. None of them really knew what to do in this situation, and they had all been coping in their own ways.
Paige huffed. “I saw her, Wiley. Well, maybe I didn’t see her actually make the kill, but I promise you I saw her jump into the vent! And you know that only Impostors can use the vents!”
Giant slowly raised a hand, clearing his throat. “Leora was with me,” he deadpanned in that low, almost growl-like voice of his. Maybe that was why he rarely spoke. “In the Lab.”
Wiley nodded quickly, his helmet almost rattling with the movement. “See? And I was at the Launchpad running diagnostics…So where were you, Orange?”
Paige’s head swiveled to glare at Wiley. “In Admin. Obviously. I was going to enter my ID code.”
Wiley shrunk down a bit, and Leora felt anger boil under her skin. Her mouth moved before she could think about it.
“Don’t snap at him,” she warned. “You say you saw me vent, Orange, but no one else was there with you. I’m starting to think that you killed White and are trying to cover your own ass by reporting it yourself.”
“Are you crazy? That would be so stupid,” Paige hissed, her posture tensing. “Black is just covering for you because he’s probably the other Impostor.”
That was a fair assumption, Leora admitted to herself. Giant’s tendency to stay quiet could come off as so clever it was almost suspicious, as if he was trying not to draw attention to himself. Leora hadn’t bothered following him around much, leaving him to his own devices, but they had gotten on just fine thus far.
So for now, Leora just rolled her eyes, still scrambling to defend herself so that she didn’t end up getting tossed into the clouds below Headquarters. “Sounds like something an Impostor would say, doesn’t it?”
“Shove it, Leora. It was you. I saw you.” Paige looked to Wiley again. “Come on, Wiley, you have to believe me. You know I wouldn’t lie to you.”
It looked like Wiley was biting his lip, eyes darting between the other three Crewmates at the table. Paige had been friendly enough up until this point, and she did seem to be fairly observant and good at piecing things together. But now that there were only a handful of them left, she was fighting tooth and nail to keep her one remaining Crewmate safe. Or perhaps she was just trying to keep herself safe. She didn’t try to accuse Wiley at all, but Leora couldn’t blame her for that. When they’d found Blue’s body – his name had been Ben – Wiley had collapsed into Leora’s arms and sobbed, and unless he was secretly a theater star back home, there was no way he could act that well. He still seemed shaken now that White, named Felix, was gone, but he only had so many tears to shed.
“I don’t know…” he mumbled.
“It’s Leora, come on, you know I’m right!”
“But…b-but I can’t vote for Lee!” Wiley protested, nearly choking on his own words. “I love her!”
I love her.
Leora felt like somehow the blood had both rushed to and drained from her face at the same time, and she blinked at Wiley with big eyes. They had gotten close over the course of the mission, and Leora had tended to spend her free time in training and on The Skeld with him, but it seemed a bit too early to be saying it was love. Crew may be like family, but in a lot of ways, they were still strangers. Leora had no doubt that sometimes romances blossomed between Crewmates, but that wasn’t possible when there were Impostors running amuck, was it?
The room was silent for a long moment before Paige let out a heavy sigh, rubbing a hand over the front of her helmet. Leora heard her mutter, “no, you don’t” under her breath before she addressed Wiley again. “Love hurts, Wiley.”
“I…True…” Wiley still looked unhappy, peeking over at Leora, who just shook her head. There was a good chance that she was about to get ejected from the Headquarters, and while the thought was nowhere near ideal, as soon as MIRA had announced that there were Impostors that needed to be weeded out, all of the Crewmates had done their best to accept the very real possibility that their days were numbered. They would either get picked off by the Impostors or the crew would toss them out if they were acting suspicious enough. Leora just didn’t want to think about Wiley meeting his fate at the hands of the Impostors if she wasn’t here to keep an eye on him, and the idea made her heart squeeze uncomfortably in her chest.
“Please vote on your tablets for which Crewmate you believe to be the Impostor.”
Regardless of their argument, they had to come to some sort of conclusion. Leora pulled her tablet from her belt and glanced around the table quickly before she tapped on Paige’s picture and confirmed her selection. It had been awfully strange that Paige had been the one to find most of the bodies before now, and perhaps her deductions about other Crewmates was all a front to keep herself alive. If both Leora and Giant voted for Paige, and then Paige herself and Wiley voted for Leora, then they’d both be spared, but the tensions if that happened were no doubt going to be unbearable.
The others all tapped away at their own screens and then the vote closed. Leora waited with bated breath, heart hammering in her chest, for the results to calculate.
Honestly, what kind of system was this anyway, making them send one another to their deaths? Why couldn’t the potential Impostors be contained instead to avoid shedding the blood of innocents?
Finally, their tablets beeped, and Leora looked down. She couldn’t help a soft gasp.
Next to Paige’s picture were, unsurprisingly, Leora’s red helmet and Giant’s black.
But there was also Wiley’s green.
“What the fuck, Wiley?” Paige demanded, although her voice was quickly drowned out by the loudspeakers.
“Crewmate Orange to be ejected. Crewmate Orange, please proceed to the Launchpad.”
Everything was still for what felt like hours, but was no more than a few seconds. Finally, Paige slowly got to her feet, her entire body shaking as she did so. She narrowed her eyes at Leora and Giant, then more hesitantly at Wiley, before marching towards the door. Leora swore she heard her swallow down a sob as she went.
It was only a matter of minutes before they saw the flash of orange through the windows as she fell.
Leora swallowed the lump in her throat, let out a slow breath, and turned to Wiley. “…You didn’t believe her?”
“Of course not!” Wiley still looked frazzled by the whole episode but he managed to give Leora a little smile. “I could never vote for you. Besides, people had been commenting that she was near the other bodies a lot of the time. Now we just need to vote off Bla—”
“Two Impostors remain.”
Wiley froze, his entire body going rigid, and he looked up at the loudspeakers as if he was sure he had heard that wrong. Leora could almost feel the realization wash over him and he slowly – so slowly, horrified – looked across the table at her.
“You…Y-you…”
Leora sighed softly, glancing at Giant from the corner of her eye, and he easily rose to his feet. She did her best to look at Wiley evenly. “Sorry, love. But…a mission is a mission.”
She couldn’t help looking away as Giant drew his knife and rounded the table to approach Wiley, but she knew the sweet, ever so naïve face beneath that green helmet was still watching her. She sucked in a deep, quavering breath.
A mission is a mission.
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scott mctominay - "i have loved you since we were eighteen."
y/n's pov
scott entered my house, unattended. going by the frown eminent on his face and the dark circles under his eyes, something must have gone wrong.
"hey, scott. didn't expect to see you here," i said, going to sit down next to him.
"i know, i'm sorry for coming uninvited, but she's back at it again."
"who?"
"my girlfriend. i'm still with her, but i just need a break."
my heart dropped, deep into the abyss of my stomach. i've loved this man for nearly 7 years, without making any move as i didn't want to make things awkward between us.
seeing someone i hold extremely close to me being physically and emotionally drained because of a lying girl, isn't a pretty sight.
"oh god, what's she done now?"
"'scott, it's either me or her. y/n's taking you away from me'," scott imitated her voice. i somehow managed to hold in a laugh, covering it up with a sneeze. "bless you. but, like, can she just fuck off? she doesn't realise that people, of the opposite gender, can be good friends without a relationship."
"yeah, without a relationship." i forced out. my voice seemed dull and harsh. it was partially intended, given my feelings, but it was too rough.
the room filled with silence, made up of awkwardness from what i had previously said.
"well, er, do you want a cuppa?" i broke the silence. scott hummed in response.
i got to the kitchen, letting out a breath i didn't know i was keeping in. i've got to pull myself together, and not let my stupid feelings and heart get in the way. i don't want to lose another one, do i?
i started making the tea, popping the kettle on, getting a tea bag from the box and milk from the fridge.
"are you alright?"
i jumped at the sound of scott's voice, not expecting him to join me.
"yeah, i'm fine. why wouldn't i be?" there was a hint of sarcasm dripping from my voice as i glanced over at him, seeing him leaning on the breakfast bar.
"y/n, i can tell you're lying. what's wrong?"
"everything is alright. don't make me quote bob marley, scott."
"can you stop beating around the bush and get to the point? something is wrong, y/n. you know it and i know it. tell me!"
here we go again. scott's letting go of the anger built up inside of him, from her, on me. i'm the (metaphorical) punching bag. i always have been and i probably always will be.
"i'm fine! jesus!"
"stop lying! tell me!"
"i can't tell you!"
"why?"
"because it'll ruin us!"
"how will it? prove it. tell me, y/n. now!" he came over near me, pacing back and forth.
"i have loved you since we were eighteen!" i blurted out, waiting for his reaction.
he looked over at me, face softened yet smiling. "why didn't you say that earlier?"
scott moved to me before his soft lips brushed against mine. he then connected the space left between us, his hand on my neck bringing me closer. fireworks sparked and exploded in my heart and the butterflies danced upon the streets and walls of my stomach. my arms reached to his hair, my fingers twirling with what was on his head. his hands soon moved down to my waist, closing more of the gap.
at this moment i realised that he was a taken man; he had a girlfriend.
i pulled away, his face filled with confusion and questions.
"you have a girlfriend, i'm not kissing you again until you break up with her."
he sighed, pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialled a number, putting it on loudspeaker.
"hey, baby. you coming back to apologise now?"
"er, no. and don't baby me again. we're over. done. dusted."
"what? why?"
"because i've finally realised i've been saying i love you to the wrong person." he glanced over at me, bringing me to his side.
"so that's it? that's how we finish?"
"yeah. you can go back to aaron now. don't pretend you've not been seeing him. i know you have."
"well, he'll actually care for me."
"i suppose he will. i'll be coming to my house in around an hour, i better come home to see the house empty of people."
"you fucker! is this about y/n?"
"don't bring her into it."
"it's about her, isn't it? i knew it!"
"yeah, you did. i'll give you that one. but y/n's been there for me when i needed someone most. where were you when i had that injury for three months? nowhere to be seen. y/n's helped me become a better person on and off the pitch. on the other hand, you've just been a figure which ignored me."
"b-but..."
"nothing. thank you. goodbye, and i hope i never see your stupid face again."
scott hung up the call and he relaxed from being tense talking to her.
"now," he turned back to me. "where were we?"
his lips pressed back to mine, the party resumed in my stomach and the fireworks had been reignited. i felt scott's lips curve into a smile against my own; i couldn't help myself but smile with him.
this continued until we had to pull away, in dire need of air.
"that's the best thing i've done. ever. even better than scoring twice against leeds."
"ditto. except i physically can't score against leeds once, never mind twice. also, i don't play football at a professional level."
"shame. you were brilliant back in school. you proved those sexist lads wrong, didn't you?"
"i did, to be fair. then i became an adult and being able to get chocolate when you want was my downfall."
"haha. i wasn't lying, by the way. about that i'd been saying i love you to the wrong person. i don't know exactly when i knew i loved you, but it's been over five years. i'm sure of it."
"i'm so stupid."
"you're not. if you want to prove me wrong, then why?"
"because i could have made a move over five years ago, but i was a coward. i didn't want to ruin our bond, you know?"
"i could have made a move too, love. don't forget that either. well, it's better late than never. just to confirm, but i think i know the answer already, but will you be my girlfriend?"
"take this as an answer."
"hu-"
my lips found scott's again. with the kiss being unexpected to the scotsman, he relaxed and carefully placed his hands around my waist. this time, we were a little adventurous, as he sneakily put his tongue in my mouth. it wasn't as sweet and innocent as before, but it wasn't too spicy. it was somewhere in the middle.
scott was the one to pull away first.
"do you wanna watch something, love? i'm spending as much time with you as i can before i have to go home."
"okay. the fugitive?"
"you know me too well."
we got to the sofa, with me resting my head against his shoulder. i begun to feel tired, after last night being restless, through no mean of my own. my brain still clocking away as i closed my eyes, but my mind was working away at its station.
"aww, you tired?"
i nodded my head in response, letting out a slight yawn.
"my poor baby. come here," scott patted the space between his legs, i sat in between them, beginning to curl up against him. he pressed a few kisses to my forehead, before enveloping me in a hug. "get some sleep, princess. i'll try and be quiet for you. i can't promise anything, but i should be here when you wake up."
i hummed lightly in response, moving myself to get comfortable. he grabbed a blanket from the sofa arm and placed it over the two of us.
"i love you,"
"i love you too, y/n. get some sleep, darling."
i closed my eyes, letting myself drift off into a slumber.
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bates--boy · 3 years
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Well, at least it wasn’t performing in a mall, but the gap between doing a public performance at a mall and performing for the opening of a boutique wasn’t that wide, and it certainly wasn’t doing an opening for a bigger band that they can wiggle into the limelight with. (Peter couldn’t wait until a bigger label signed them on.)
          He finished helping their DJ set up the table and let Adel take over going through the setlist with her so he could scan the place. The boutique was urban, heavy on the hip-hop money aesthetic. The racks were few and bare, probably some of the cheaper stuff so that should anyone start feeling their fingers get sticky during the party, the boutique wouldn’t be at such a huge loss. Black velvet walls with velvet chairs like the VIP section of a club, with epoxy floor tiles through which rainbow neon LED lights glowed like a portal to a land of sin.
          (It made Peter miss the nightclub, and Van. And the Mad Hatta.)
          (It made Peter miss Wonderland.)
          (Shit, he was completely out of Wonderland at home.)
          He hurried to Naseem to help set up the huge speakers, and Tarsha to plug in and test the mics, and he scurried over to help set up the stacks of flyers when Mike looked him right in the eye and said, “Peter, sit your ass somewhere and calm down.”
          So Peter perched himself on one of the loudspeakers, watching the mingling in the crowd. Everyone appeared in black clothing or as dark as their closet had, and Peter, with his all black hoodie, jeans, and  Just a hint of a smile appeared on his face, as if it’s cautious to fully form until Peter decided with full conviction that the knot in his stomach that traveled as prickly static to his fingers and toes all came from either mind-blowing excitement or world-ending anxiety. He noticed movement from the corner of his eye, and the smile shone fully as Naseem ambled back up the lit platform, a flute of bubbling champagne in each hand.
          “Don’t drink too much,” Naseem said, holding a glass out to Peter. He shrugged, raising his own to his mouth. “Or do. This stuff’s pretty cheap.”
          Peter took the glass with a nod and took a sip, managing to stifle a disappointed sneer as he resigned to twirling the flute in his fingers. “Thanks.”
          “Whatcha doin’ up here, all Batman and shit?” Naseem said.
          “Scoping out how high our chances are of getting somewhere with this performance.” Peter angled a bit to give Naseem some room to sit, and he prayed the speakers were sturdy enough to hold their weight without caving in. 
          “Whattaya mean?”
          “You know, like...” Peter gestured to the air. “This is a first step to our dream, but it’s such a small step. This place isn’t even big enough to pack a hundred people. I’ve seen birthday parties bigger than this. And how are we gonna get these people to visit our website or listen to our music? No one’s taking the flyers! Would they even remember us once our show’s over? That guy’s on his fourth glass!”
          And when Naseem’s hand patted Peter’s back, Peter suddenly felt deflated. Silly. Embarrassed, even, his cheeks gaining something past their usual color as he rewound through his thoughts like a cringeworthy cassette. 
          Despite his soothing back rub, Naseem spoke with a scolding baritone as he said, “You know, most first-time artists would kill for even an opportunity like this. Have you ever thought about keeping a gratitude journal?”
          Peter only gave a low, throaty “Hmmm...” and Naseem went on, “Anyways, we’ll figure something out. Mike’s thinking of hitting up those writers of... what the hell was that podcast called? The one with the weird town and the music as weather?”
          “Welcome to Night Vale,” Peter replied.
          “Yeah, that weird shit Adel’s crazy about.” Naseem said. “We’re advertising and putting our music out there. Shit, maybe we’ll get lucky and one of our songs become TikTok-able.”
          Peter made a face, and turned partway to Naseem so Naseem would see that face. “That’s lucky to you?”
          “Yeah? Why wouldn’t it be?” Naseem snickered. “Don’t act like you don’t use it, TikTok user shuggaondarimm.” At the mortification that suddenly paled Peter’s face, Naseem threw his head back and laughed. “Yeah, I know about your account, dude. By the way, nice twerk videos, but really stupid of you to hop on that nutmeg craze.”
          Naseem didn’t even seem to notice Peter’s lips pulled tight and his eyes boring into the floor when he asked, “So, about your scoping... what’s the verdict?”
          Peter passed his tongue over his lips and cast his gaze back over the crowd. “Well... everyone’s drunk, so they might be hyped up enough to like our music--”
          “Or be so brutally honest about hating our stuff that they’ll throw things at us.” Peter raised a brow at him. “What? Weren’t you trying to be realistic?”
         “And weren’t you trying to be uplifting?” Peter shook his head. “Anyways, we already have some hip-hop fans here, judging by their dress and their decision to show up for our show first thing instead of arriving fashionably late, so that could be to our advantage. Though the boutique’s closed off for a private opening, our music can maybe carry out to the other mall shoppers, and there has to be at least a handful of people who are into the obscure, underground hip hop scene who can then share this new collective with their friends--”
          Peter checked over his shoulder, finding that Naseem’s eyes were indeed burning into the back of his head, and sighed. “Basically, we have a 30% chance of getting anywhere with this.”
          “Wow, all those factors, and we still come up short?” Naseem snorted. He shook his head. “You’re too sprightly to be a pessimist.”
          “That’s not pessimism. Besides, it’s not exactly a bad thing.” He shrugged and raised his glass to his lips. “God likes underdogs.”
         “I thought you don’t believe in God?”
         Peter cleared his throat mid-sip. “Can’t you let me be fake deep for a moment, please? I’m nervous, you know!”
          Naseem started to reply (probably something witty, judging by the return of that smooth and disarming smile) when Tarsha came up behind them and tapped Naseem on the shoulder. “We’re set up. Let’s get this started!”
          Naseem and Peter got off the speaker and drained the rest of their drinks. “Well, Attrossity, looks like we get to gamble.”
          The background music, an unidentifiable trap-hop bass, died slowly, and the glow from the platform grew brighter. Mike stepped up front and center, the professional, the veteran, the man who carried this dream for years on his shoulders.
         “Ay yo yo, what is up, my peopleeeeee?!”
          “WHOOOOOOOO!” cried the half-drunk and fully-drunk crowd, sloshing alcohol as they raised  their cups in the air. 
          “We gotta little treat for ya tonight, hosted graciously by BoomBox Boutiques.” Mike turned halfway to the crew behind them, heads bowed and one hand clasped around the other wrist, a pose they all agreed on. “Nefertiti!”
         Tarsha raised her microphone.
         “Cassius!”
          Adel’s mic shot in the air.
          “Bet Chaker!”
          Naseem raised his mic.
          “Attrossity!”
          Peter, fighting the giggles bubbles up from his stomach (yes, it was excitement. It was definitely excitement) as his fist-clenched microphone shot in the air.
          Mike slapped his chest, an audible thump so close to his microphone. “And yours truly, Mickey V, just like the boxer. MizFists. Remember our name, because we are gonna tear the fucking! Roof! Dooooown!”
          Oh, shit, these people really liked the idea of the ceiling collasping on their heads, because they were already throwing their arms out and screaming before Mike even signaled with his chin for the DJ to start the music.
        A shift in the air. Bass in his blood. The house was gonna jump and they were gonna tell them how high. There should be a camera to document this moment, a slowmo pan-out of shots of Karlstad’s newest and greatest. Peter, even in this small space and this go-nowhere event, felt like a god among his people as Mike led them in with the first verse.
          Comin’ in like hawks, now, ta pick ya bones           Swoop ya up, send ya crashin’ to da stones           Get to the meat of the matter, but not with cherrypickers           Can’t live a life off their knees, these fucking bootlickers!           Try to copy what’s fly, think they can land on their feet           And endin’ their lives as outlines on the streets           Can’t even say it’s a shame            They heard the sirens, they knew about the game.
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kidofthekat · 3 years
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The art club and a certain reporter save the day.
               Contrary to popular belief, Marinette, was not, in fact, constantly positive. Sometimes it all got a bit too much and this was one of those days. Her class had grown used to her ‘off days’, having learnt a long time ago not to talk to her during them and just give her some space, which ways easy as these days were few and far between. Or at least they used to be.
               The class were absolutely baffled when Marinette came in for the second time that week, and fifth that month, with her body language screaming ‘leave me alone’ which in itself was unusual as she would normally emanate ‘don’t speak to me’ vibes not those of a frightened animal.
               So when their class president, hunched over and slightly shaking, sat, not in her seat, but right at the back, her eyes glancing around with the air of a paranoid creature, they were more than a little worried. Her behaviour reflected that of a girl on the run, they just had no idea who she was running from.
               “Um, M,” Alya ventured, attempting the hide her hurt from Marinette choosing not to sit together. “Why are you sitting way back there?”
               Jumping slightly when she realised she was being addressed, she avoided eye contact but still answered her friend’s question, “Lila thought it would be good if we switched seats for a bit.” Marinette gave a small and feeble smile before turning her attention to the door, and eyeing it with fierce hope, that faded quickly as Lila sauntered in.
               “Oh Marinette, I’m so glad you agreed to my little idea,” her sickly sweet voice holding an unidentifiable edge, “I hope you don’t mind Alya.”
               Alya wanted to say she did, she wanted to sit next her best friend, she really did, but she only had to glance behind her to see Marinette furiously shaking her head, her eyes pleading with her, for her to agree, determined to get the story later.
               She didn’t. She had posted various friends at each exit for the school, but she still missed the girl at both lunch and after class. Marinette, who had somehow managed to get in and out of school through a route no-one knew, was nowhere to be seen.
               Wondering aimlessly around the school, Alya drooped slightly.
Why had Marinette gone as far as to switch seats with her mortal enemy just to avoid me? Am I the reason she is so terrified?
She slumped against the wall, her head resting on the cool brick. Everything had gone wrong so quickly, and only now was she realising that something was off. More than off. She scrunched her eyes tight, attempting to fight the burning tears, eventually succumbing, and letting them fall, praying to whatever God was listening that Hawkmoth was busy.
Having just been let out, the art club chatted loudly on their way out of the school building, almost missing the saddened reporter.
“Yo, Als, are you okay?” Alya rubbed at her eyes, only succeeding in making them redder, and let out a resigned affirmation.
“Are you sure?” Rose lowered herself to the brunette’s level and gave her a tight hug, refusing to let go.
“I’m just worried about Marinette, you know?” Nathaniel and Marc pulled her to her feat, and Alix led the bewildered girl back to the art room.
“Sit here.” Rose pointed to a stool, and in silence the other’s pulled out stool’s in front of hers so that all four were facing her.
She shivered, remembering Marinette’s cult-like description of the art club, but decided against running. They stayed silent until Alya had taken a seat.
“Marinette missed art club today.” Alix stated observing Alya for a reaction, “She never does that, not even on ‘off days’.”
“Oh.”
“Something is wrong.” Rose narrowed her eyes.
“She is scared.” Nathaniel added.
“Of everything.” Marc’s tone was ominous to say the least.
“We are worried too.” Alix finished.
Ignoring their icy gazes and terrifying synchronisation, Alya nodded in agreement, “What do you think happened.”
Once more Alya found herself deliberately writing off the art-club’s weird actions as they simultaneously lost their creepiness and became their normal selves, not cult members.
They all got up and sat around one of the tables, Alix unrolled a large sheet of paper and gave each of them a marker, writing ‘what happened to Marinette?’ in a big circle and a line off it.
“It has something to do with Lila,” everyone agreed, though Alya was a little begrudging to, as she scribbled ‘Lila’ at the end of her line, “Discuss”.
“She openly hated Lila at first, but then she just stopped,” Nathaniel offered, mainly for Marc’s benefit as he was in a different class than him.
“I thought it was just jealousy and her stopping so suddenly strengthened that for me.” Alya admitted.
Rose nodded, “That does follow her previous actions, it’s logical to think so.”
“Thanks Rose, I mean, she and Kagami are pretty hood friends now and I know the other day Lila came out of the bakery.”
“Really?” Alix added a couple things to the ever increasing spider diagram and looked around for more suggestions.
“Um guys, what if we ask her?” Marc backed down slightly from their collective gaze, but quickly cleared his throat and prepared to say more, “I mean, we are cousins, she might talk to me cause of the whole family thing.”
Relived by their smiling faces and agreement, Marc quickly phoned his cousin, putting it on loudspeaker when asked but adding he will turn it off if she says something private.
“Marc?”
“Hey Marinette, uh, you weren’t in art club today, are you okay?”
“Heh, I’m, I’m fine.”
“So, uh, Marc, what’s up with you?”
“The usual.”
“Oh, so doing something with Nathaniel.”
Marc and Nathaniel blushed as Marinette giggled.
“Why are you calling me Marc? You normally just text.”
Sighing, Marc stood up and pinched the bridge of his nose, “Marinette, please tell me the truth, are you okay?” The silence before she chose to reply lasted too long for either of them.
“No, Marc I’m not. Everything is slipping through my fingers, all of it, both lives, it’s all going to hell and I can’t stop it!”
Marc quickly turned his phone off of speaker. Marinette had accidently revealed her second identity when he had asked to use her as Ladybug’s dual identity for his comic and he wasn’t about to let anyone else know. He gave Marinette a few soothing words and promised to be at the bakery in a couple minutes before hanging up and leaving his confused friends behind.
“Both lives?” Alya questioned, still dazed by Marc’s rushed departure.
Alix shook her head in an attempt to clear it, “I have no idea, but evidently Marc knows something, and we aren’t getting anywhere with this now, let’s meet back up here tomorrow lunch.”
They all agreed, leaving in various states of deep thought and bewilderment.
*
Alya stumbled into the classroom seconds before the bell, surprised to see Marinette still at the back. Actually, she was surprised to see her at all. Once again, Marinette had managed to get into the building unnoticed by her, or any of the art club if the looks on their faces as they too reached the classroom late were of any indication.
Unable to question each other or Marinette due to Mme Bustier arriving, they all took their seats, Alya slightly cringing at the sight of Lila in the seat next to hers.
When class finally finished, Alya tailed her best friend through the halls to the locker room, counting herself lucky that she had managed to hide each time Marinette looked behind her.
“Marinette.” Alya hid behind one of the lockers, instantly recognising Lila’s voice.
“Where have you been,” Lila stared Marinette down as she hunched against her locker.
Alya had never heard Marinette so scared as when she answered, “Please Lila, I just want to get my stuff.”
Alya heard a slap. Followed by a punching sound, though there was no scream of shout or cry, just more hitting. She pulled out her phone and rounded the corner.
Recoding the scene in front of her, Alya was close to tears and ready to intervene.
“Please Lila, please.” Marinette begged.
“I’ll stop if you hit me back.”
“I, I don’t want to hurt you.”
Alya stopped in her tracks shocked, Lila simply sneered, “You? Hurt me?” She laughed tauntingly and kneed the designer in her side, “You’re weak, just like the sheeple you call friends.”
They both saw the moment Marinette snapped, her eye’s narrowing and Alya would always swear that her irises became impossibly bluer. She pulled back her fist and punched Lila dead in the nose. Sweeping her legs around while Lila recovered from her surprise, effectively knocking her down.
From her place on the ground Lila held her bleeding nose, and with a nasally voice, threatened to go to the teacher as she now had evidence. Alya saw one shudder travel through her friend and stepped in, unable to take it anymore.
“I filmed it all, I have proof what Marinette did was in self-defence. You hold nothing over her.” Lila scowled and picked herself off the floor. Growling in Marinette’s direction, she stormed off, not before giving the pair one last dirty look.
Marinette glanced at her best friend and collapsed onto her knees in tears.
“Marinette! Why are you crying?”
“She’ll go after you now, you have to apologise to her, please Alya, please!” Marinette begged, clutching at the bottom of Alya’s shirt and sobbing loudly.
Prying Marinette’s hands off her shirt, Alya knelt beside her and pulled her into a hug, whispering assertions to calm the girl down.
“I’m not scared of that liar, Marinette, we can defeat her together.”
Masterpost.
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hypmic-translation · 4 years
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School of IKB
Yo! I’m the Yamada’s second son Inferior but still not done growing I love my hood, night and day Looking over and over, but I still can’t see This dream’s ending With a frustrated mind You’ll never find what you’re looking for I’ll look hard at myself Pretending not to know won’t make things happen in this grand prix
“I really wanted to win, but There was worth in realising that alone I still don’t want to lose, but I don’t want to ignore my feelings even more”
If it’s better to let that old me die, then Tomorrow I’ll make my way down my road Growing instead of just carrying on Telling my story, here on our street
Without repeating Let’s repaint things Without looking back I’ll take a step forwards
CHORUS I wanna be a… I wanna be a… ‘Bukuro city is just one big school I wanna be a… I wanna be a… That park over there is my usual hangout I wanna be a… I wanna be a… Even after sunset I continue my cipher Someday surely I’ll become top rhymer I am MC. Mid Brother
Starting from zero, what should I do Trusting this tongue, I grasp the loudspeaker It’s my duty to stand as IKB’s spokesperson I’m not gonna back down during do-or-die moments
The challenge: continue to drown out the bad- -image, it’s never been someone else’s- -fault; these rhymes that I create- -have no brakes, accelerating forwards only
(Hmm) Even when I’m worried about what to do I’ll just be myself and go straight Going from crawl to run, I’ll hit even harder than now Until glory is achieved and finalised
So look away for now The rain always has an end, homie don’t cry (hey) Where we’re headed, it’s so high If you look to the east you’ll see sunshine
Can’t reach it right now But I gotta go Next time we’ll make good on our promise
CHORUS I wanna be a… I wanna be a… ‘Bukuro city is just one big school I wanna be a… I wanna be a… That park over there is my usual hangout I wanna be a… I wanna be a… Even after sunset I continue my cipher Someday surely I’ll become top rhymer Yo, M.B is gonna sing it again
I wanna be a… I wanna be a… ‘Bukuro city is just one big school I wanna be a… I wanna be a… Someday our shed tears will become encouragement I wanna be a… I wanna be a… That’s why even in the future I continue my cipher I’m definitely gonna become top rhymer I am MC. Mid Brother
I wanna be a, I wanna be a… (x3) Even after sunset I continue my cipher Someday surely I’ll become top rhymer I am MC. Mid Brother!
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springday-aus · 4 years
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Rich Kid!AU with Suho [Junmyeon]
moodboard link 
Group: EXO 
Member: Suho / Kim Junmyeon
Genre: romance + lowkey reality check 
Type: Bulletpoint AU 
Word Count: 3.2k
A/N: Suho has a black card and what else was I to do with this information? 
yes, I am making Junmyeon into one of those rich ass fuckboys
you know the ones I'm talking about
the ones that have an endless amount of cars
(and prob names them)
the ones who you can literally tell has not worked a day in his life
despite having so much money, he's dressed like a hobo
but it's like the branded shit
like Supreme or Gucci or Chanel
(and whatever else is trendy)
so it’s “fancy”
unless he's gotta go to like a charity event that isn't really for charity
then he's like in a suit
hm.... when he gets dressed up
he gets dressed up
anyways
let's start from the beginning
he inherited his money from his parents, who inherited it from their parents, who inherited it from their parents.. and so on and so forth
so the Kims have like a shitload of money
like
LOADS
like "I can swim in my own money" loads
except he tried it once when he was a kid
lots of paper cuts
also the gold coin thing
wow did that hurt
it was not a fun day for rich kiddo Suho
and this is very stable money, i.e. old money
so you can only imagine the amount of people who are practically kissing their asses to get partnerships and whatever else rich people want
oh my god, when his mother was supposed to get married—it was chaos, literally every man was throwing themselves at her feet
tsk, tsk, tsk—it was just sad
don't get mixed up, their parents are happy together
or at least they seem like it
lowkey it was an arranged marriage and, like all rich people, his parents like to call it a "partnership" more than a “marriage”
anyways back to Suho
if he's being honest about this whole thing, he doesn't know if he really wants to (or is going to) inherit the family business
he’s not even an official heir 
he has an older brother and Suho has watched enough dramas to know that the older ones are most likely to inherit the family business 
so what is he supposed to do? 
sure, they've been showing him what he's supposed to do
but does he actually know what he's doing?
or if he wants to do it?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
he's been living the same life he's been living since he was born
wake up, eat, shop, go home, sleep
yo, speaking of which
he legit cannot stop buying anything—he sees it, he wants it, he buys it
you know those ugly ass Gucci slippers
yeah, he got those
he bought two of them because they came in two colors
he wore them each like once and then it was never seen again
granted, he was shopping with Taehyung, one of his company managers who Suho had taken underneath his wing
Tae literally encourages people to buying stuff they don't really need
but like
he can afford lots of impulse buys
it's not like he's doing anything else
okay, that's a lie
he's also working at the office, but does it really feel like he's doing anything?
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
anyways, let's get back to his horrible shopping habits
this is very important because this is how you come into the picture
he was out one day with Sehun, walking around one of the major shopping centers
just as they were leaving
there was a protest outside one of the department stores
the CEO had like 50+ charges of sexual assault and he was just let off
and wow
these people were angry
so where do you come in?
you….. you were in the front….
with a loudspeaker….
saying some things that…. no one should be saying with children present….
anyways
you were one of the people who’ve organized the event
because this asswipe was still working and got off with a warning from all of these assault charges????
you were not going to let this go
hence why you’re in the front, with your loudspeaker—spitting facts and roasting this man in front of his business
yeah, y’all were a bit of a smallish crowd
(a group of about thirty people)
but anyways
Suho saw you and
wow
his interest has been piqued
you were cute—yelling into your loudspeaker and your fist in the air
you have so much passion
Sehun has obviously noticed Suho had been staring at you for quite some time 
it’s hard not to notice
just as Sehun was just going to push Suho in the order direction, that shitty CEO steps out
and……. in front of you……
you remained calm, letting his douche canoe spit as he rambles on about how these women were all over-reacting and that you were an idiot for spending your free time here and that you were nothing more than a liberal snowflake
at this point, people were all recording on their phones but this man clearly didn’t care and just went ham on you
and as he pauses to breath, you take your chance: “I’m the snowflake and yet you’re the one who needs to chill”
you see the anger just explode in his eyes and, as he continues to yell, he raises an arm
just as he was about to swing at you, Suho steps in
right between you and the CEO, blocking you and grabbing his arm
Suho: “and what is it that you think you’re doing?”
CEO: “let go of me”
Suho: “and let you hit this stranger? aren’t you just embarrassing yourself even more?”
for the first time, you can see him flush with embarrassment as he realizes the eyes and the cameras that are on him
but then he snarls at Suho: “who the hell do you think you are?”
Suho smiles, but it’s as fake as this man: “I’m heir to the Kim business, I could make you disappear in two phone calls, would you like me to show you?”
he freezes, before yanking his arm out of Suho’s hand and walking off
muttering something about millennials
he finally turns to you, as the crowd starts to disperse
Suho: “are you okay?”
You: “I could have handled myself, pretty boy”
Suho: “you think I’m pretty?”
**cue Sehun facepalming on the sidelines**
you sigh, tired from him already: “I can’t deal with this right now, that asshole is still out there and I’m not resting until he’s resigned”
you turn away, not even bothering to listen to his response and immediately head off
Sehun: “you really managed to blow that opportunity”
Suho: “shut up and drink your milk tea”
later that day, he may or not have used some of his family’s money for something other than meaningless shit
he was looking you up—you’ve done a lot of things and you have so many achievements
as well as enemies
yikes
he’s seen a lot of these people at the Kim’s charity auctions
and at business meetings
and the parties his family throws at their party mansion
oof—this is not looking good for him or these people
so what else does he do?
he does a bit more digging on you
is it creepy? yes
should he be doing this? probably not
so what does he find?
your fb, instagram, twitter—all the social media you’ve got
this is what happens when you have a lot of free time and you’re rich 
he’s not really sure these accounts are your personal accounts though
there are pictures of you and the causes you’re involved with
but they’re not about you
he will admit that he’s very impressed with all of the things you’ve done
you’ve managed to make some major changes
environmentally, socially, and lawfully
(local laws ofc)
it wasn’t done without a lot of damages and enemies
but (from what he’s seen) you’re tough
next week, you’re leading another protest against a makeup company because of their false claims of being cruelty free
and their microplastic beads that’s polluting the ocean
and the high water demand due to the large amount being used in their products
jesus you have retweeted so many scholarly articles
and they’re like 40 pages long
Suho doesn’t think he’s read this much since college
(well his family paid their son’s way through, but you get what I mean)
he makes a note to shop there on the way sometime next week
just do he can see you again
the next week passes, more slowly than Suho had thought
as it comes, he goes ham on his shopping trips—he’s going to ALL the makeup department stores
never really buying anymore because he’s too busy on the lookout for you
he says it’s a “business trip”
(ignoring Baekhyun, Chanyeol and Jongdae + Sehun’s side eyes)
these people are really kissing up to his asses
literally getting up to his face and trying so many products on his faces
it’s like the spongebob episode when all those perfume people are spraying shit in his face 
yeah... imagine that 
his vision is getting blocked and his face is getting caked with every passing hour he spends
just as he was about to give up
the days roll around 
and he finally spots you outside the shopping center with your loudspeaker and protest signs
you’re in a group circle, talking with some other people 
who Suho is going to assume are other organizers
he manages to kind of sneak over as y’all are discussing 
you were discussing the main points and what the game plan was
Suho was just…. there…. 
you didn’t even know until everyone was dispersed to their positions
Suho: “so what can I do?” 
your eyes narrow at him: “pretty boy?” 
he smiles, so stupidly bright: “yeah” 
you eye him up and down: “are you lost? don’t you have a department store to get to?” 
Suho: “this is a department store” 
You: jesus christ 
You: “okay, in case there was another misunderstanding on my abilities, I can handle this” 
Suho: “I understand, I just want to help” :) 
you nearly growl at him, what an idiot 
you don’t realize you’ve been staring at him for a while, until a friend of yours steps up next to you and give you a little nudge 
your friend whispers to you: “he’s a Kim, his involvement would mean more exposure” 
you let out a deep sigh and shoo her away to deal with the stragglers who’ve just joined 
You: “do you know why we’re here?” 
Suho: “false claims of the makeup being cruelty free?” :)
You: “lucky guess” 
You: “okay fine, we’re gonna be here for a couple of hours—he’s arriving soon and then he’ll leave, just as he always does and we’ll have to rally in case he gets aggressive”
Suho: “okay, got it” 
he gives another smile and is so compliant, you figure he’ll be here for a bit and then leave 
but, to your shock, he’s there the whole you’ve been there
which is like two hours longer than the others were supposed to be there 
and even after the whole thing, he asks you what else is coming up 
with another push from your friend, you reluctantly share the information with him from your organization’s website and facebook group and all this other stuff
but let’s be real, Suho already knew some of this stuff due to all of his internet stalking
it doesn’t mean he doesn’t appreciate you sharing the information tho 
anyways 
he comes to the next one—just as you told him from last time 
and the other one
and another one
eventually, he just makes it part of his schedule to come and help out
at first, you didn’t really think he would show up
and when he does, you asked why
Suho: “I have a lot of free time”
somehow you don’t doubt that
the more he’s been coming, the more interested you were
not in the sense that “oh he’s so attractive for fighting for these causes alongside with me” interested
it’s more of the “what does this sneaky motherfucker want” interested
so you do some digging and it only confuses you more
shouldn’t be fighting his brother for that heir position for the Kim Incorporation?
why is he so interested in being part of this fight that involves… well, him?
isn’t he worried we’ll start attacking the Kims?
a lot of the other organization members notice it as well
because I mean, have you seen him?
(he is very attractive)
but also because this big name hot shot is at these small group protests, when he should be in a meeting or something
it doesn’t mean his efforts aren’t appreciated
he always gets the group things like food and supplies for strikes that last for longer than usual
for instance, you and your organization went to join teachers who were striking for a better contract with the school district
Suho came running with more posters, loudspeakers, shakers, coffee, sandwiches
the district teachers absolutely adored him—they even took pictures with him 
but, you will admit that it’s nice to talk to him, despite the differences in social class 
he likes talking to you too 
(maybe more than he likes to admit) 
it’s just 
you have this fire in your eyes 
the passion in your voice is clear 
and you know what you want and you go for it, without any mercy for anyone who gets in your way 
but you have that sensitivity and awareness and drive to help others that’s the whole point of you even being here 
he wishes he had that
but, these last few weeks
he actually feels good to help you out
whether it’s running for supplies or providing donations for causes you’ve told him about  
he feels purposeful
he feels good that he can help all these people and that his time is actually useful
and now, your organization is getting more exposure, which is nice
…. until the media gets involved and starts to paste Suho’s face on it
and that’s when you realize what he’s been doing
the Kim family had been using this whole thing as a reputation tactic
you feel stupid letting him into this
what you wanted to do was make a change for those who couldn’t advocate for themselves
and now all your hard work is being passed in the hands of some rich guy with way too much time on his hands
so, you did what you did best: dig some dirt on some filthy rich people
turns out there was a previous scandal with the family
they underpaid their staff
lots of people were getting low/little income and they were at a disadvantage because they were in a position where they couldn’t quit
when word got out, they said they would raise the wages
but some people say that these people didn’t
so you’re gonna find out—you snuck around their estate, talking to the staffers about the incident
most were unwilling to talk, but there were a couple of people who shared with you
they talked about they had medical bills, student debt, disabled family members, etc.
they had to work here and have to continue
apparently it was said that they would receive raises, but it isn’t livable—they only had 10 cent raises, but only after working for 5 years at a time
office workers obviously were higher up, but the servant staffers at the estate were taken advantage of
even after it was exposed, they didn’t really do anything about it
while you spent a couple of weeks snooping around
Suho had been at home
his parents were clearly upset because he’d been spending too much with the lower class
Mrs. Kim: “it’s good for our reputation, but you can’t keep spending your time with them”
Mr. Kim: “why can’t you be more like Dongkyu and spend more time in the office”
Suho: “I’m not even inheriting the company, why bother working?”
Mr. Kim: “of course you’ll inherit the company, alongside with your brother—it’ll be an even split”
Suho: “what if… what if I don’t want to inherit the company?”
Mrs. Kim: “what else are you going to do, if not a businessman?”
he doesn’t know why, but your face flashes in his head at that moment
in fact, you might get along with him better if he lost the inheritance
he wouldn’t be able to donate anymore
or get any supplies
maybe his support would be enough
the only question is to whether or not his family would cut him off
so, he speaks the truth
Suho: “I… I don’t know”
it’s been a couple of weeks since he’s seen you, so when he comes to the next meeting…
he was a bit excited
but when he comes
that fire is in your eyes once again…  but it’s towards him
Suho: “hey” :)
You: “so when were you going to tell me that you’re an absolute douche-bag”
Suho: “what?”
You: “your face is all over our hard work and now you get all the credit?”
You: “not to mention, you don’t say shit about all these people who you work with”
You: “also your family is garbage—really? underpaying the staff and lying about it?”
he’s…... speechless
on one hand, you’re right
and on the other…. you’re right
what is he really doing here?
is he actually making a difference?
you, on the other hand, you’re….
you’re amazing
you have been able to draw attention to all these issues
and you’ve been able to make these changes
you might not be filthy rich, but it doesn’t mean you don’t have any influence
Suho can’t really say anything other than…
Suho: “I’m sorry”
You: “you think that’s enough?”
Suho: “no, it’s not enough, I just don’t know what else I can say”
to be fair, you should be really pissed—you are pissed
but he looks so dejected
you remembered talking to him about his family ties and their family history… is not pretty
so you soften up a bit
just a bit
but only because it’s him
the one who always comes with a smile on his face
the one who comes with more than enough supplies because he wants to make sure everyone is comfortable
the one who hangs around you because he knows how tired you are
the one who stays and listens to you rambling for hours about a million different social issues
you put a hand on his shoulder
You: “you don’t always have to say it, sometimes it’s a matter of doing”
thanks to you, he decided to do something
for another couple of weeks he doesn’t see you
but you?
you def saw him
on the news
he got busy
he went on his usual schedule (like his parents wanted)
but this time
he wasn’t quiet about it
I’m talking about pointing out the environmental drawbacks of these products
calling out the people during the “charity” events
cutting of trade with those who don’t give fair wages
he’s even actually been trying to actually raise those wages for the servants in the Kim house 
(of course with the request of your help)
and wow
the news are just having a field day and eating it up
so that ultimately means his parents are seeing all of this
and what happens?
he gets cut off
he’s no longer inheriting the Kim fortune
Dongkyu is getting everything and he gets nothing 
but with your help, he’s a successful business consultant
turns out that business degree did do some good
he helps develop local businesses and the money he makes
not only goes to good causes
but also to help promote your organization
with the rightful faces on it
as for you two?
let’s just say, you’re a lot closer than before
seeing his drive to help others
the effort he makes to recover from his blissful ignorance
you’ve grown a soft spot for him
as for Suho
he’s glad he has you
you’ve made him a better person
made him realize all the different things he can do
you two working together + practically dating?
the organization members are eating it up
(and you’re pretty sure they were betting but no one would say anything to your face)
anyways
dating a former rich kid! Suho is a lot more fun than you would have thought before
lots of dates are at your (or his) apartment
mainly yours because he’s got a studio and has a roommate
(he is broke)
anyways
you spend a lot of time working on building cases against companies
it’s mainly work bc humanity is evil
but when y’all aren’t working
it’s cuddle timeeeee
you would put shows on, but y’all aren’t watching
you spend a lot of time in his arms
or him in yours
(he likes being a little spoon and isn’t afraid to admit it)
and, as his official partner, you are always supported by him
Suho: “WOO-HOO YOU GOT THIS ANGEL”
You: “omg it’s flipping an egg, I’m not receiving a medal”
it’s cute tho
and ofc you got his back
when he was kicked out of the house, you straight up wreaked havoc
all those people were spreading rumors, you shut that shit down
when he kicked out with nothing more than a duffle of clothes, you became his safe haven
you helped him get back on his feet 
found what he really wanted to do
and he was able to find someone really special
you ♡ 
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phoneboxfairy · 4 years
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A Dance of Stars Ch 2 (Undercover Dancer sequel fic)
(Read from the beginning on ao3 here - https://archiveofourown.org/works/22918666/chapters/55226749 Thanks again to @random-rave)  Lucy’s illustrious stint at Club B began the following Thursday night. She arrived at the club well before her set started, with Natsu even accompanying her to her dressing room. He figured she was nervous about her big debut and wanted to keep her company. She had no objections. Of course, since it was her first night, she only had one set, but she still felt the jitters coming on. Having Natsu there helped a lot. So she changed into a schoolgirl outfit: button shirt, pleated skirt, and thigh high stockings hiding a pink string bikini along with club standard high heels. She finished putting her hair up into ponytails and was working on makeup when she felt a familiar warmth. Natsu had wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her neck, comforting her racing mind with a dragon hug. “Natsu?” “I wanna kiss you...” “Hold on.” She smiled and finished applying her eyeshadow. Then she turned her head and smiled. “Go ahead, love.” His hands wandered before his mouth ever met hers. Warm hands squeezed soft boobs, made her gasp then giggle. “Naughty boy. That’s not a kiss.” “Duh, but I ain’t finished yet.” At long last he kissed her, delighting in the way she leaned into it and the soft sigh. For a few moments he was tempted to take it further, to slip a hand under her skirt for a little pre-set treat… but for once he refrained. He didn’t want to throw off her concentration on such a big night. After all, they were most certainly going to play once they got home. No need to rush. For now he was content kissing her. ...at least until a knock on the door claimed their attention. “Yo, Andromeda! Your set starts in five minutes. And Natsu!” “Whaaat!?” “Get your ass out here!” She clearly wasn’t giving him a choice. He treated Lucy to a kiss for luck, then reluctantly went to see what the hell Cana wanted. “Being engaged to a dancer gives you special perks, especially if you’re both friends with the owner’s girlfriend.” “Okay? And?” “And shut up and follow me if you want the best seat in the house for your woman’s show, that’s what.” “Oh!” Instant comprehension made his eyes light up. No way would he ever turn that down, not when he loved watching her dance. Needless to say that by the time Cana led him to a certain spot right in front of the stage Natsu’s eyes were sparkling in anticipation. The lights were low. The crowd murmured, something about not knowing what to expect with this new girl. Natsu couldn’t help smiling at that. He knew they were in for quite a treat. For that matter so was he… The music started, something smooth and jazzy with techno beats thrown in. “Give it up for our new celestial princess. Here’s Andromeda!” Cana’s voice boomed over the loudspeaker. A spotlight illuminated the stage. Lucy ascended and the crowd roared as she took a spin on the pole. “That’s my girl,” Natsu murmured, swelling with pride, love...and more than a little lust. He couldn’t, wouldn’t, keep his eyes off her. Not that anyone present could blame him. Her hips swayed with the music as she ran her hands over her top. She unbuttoned slowly, the look on her face cute, naughty, sexy as hell. When the top slipped off her shoulders she crossed her arms, squeezed, stroked over her little pink bikini. Whistles, wolf calls, and cheers were accompanied by bills being tossed to the stage. They’re eating it up. Good… Lucy smiled. She turned to face away from her captivated audience and grabbed the pole. She stuck her butt out a little bit. What started as more hip swaying soon became all-out twerking. When she reached back to lift her skirt with her free hand the audience went wild. “Hell yeah! Take it off, babygirl!” A certain familiar voice brought a bit of blush to her cheeks...although it was by no means an isolated request. Her fans wanted more. And Andromeda would do anything to make her fans happy. So she twerked her way out of the skirt, delighted by the positive feedback. Lots of cheering, lots of tips. Plus, she was having a lot of fun with this new role. Another pole spin, complete with spread eagle splits. Then she kicked her heels off and moved to the floor. She flirted and teased the crowd, and even accepted some pretty generous tips… although she did have to swat away a few over-friendly hands. See, Lucy had a mission. There was a reason she had wanted Natsu to be front and center for this, and she was going to enjoy using him as a living prop. She had the feeling he wouldn’t mind at all. She slithered to the edge of the stage, moved her leg, rubbed her foot against his thigh. Somehow he froze and blushed at the same time. Lucy couldn’t help giggling. “Want a dance?” His eyes widened and he nodded, not exactly trusting his voice. “Good...” Here she reached behind her neck and untied her bikini top. She tossed it right at her awestruck man then climbed into his lap. “Having fun?” Another nod. One hand dared to slip up to her waist, stroking her bare skin lovingly. “Very good...” Her dance continued. She rubbed against him in time with the music, pleased and flattered when she felt him stiffen against her leg. Her hands splayed over his chest as she nibbled his jawline and licked his neck. “Now, put me back on the stage.” No hesitation. He did what he was told. Then he did something that she hadn’t anticipated. He took a few bills from his pocket and slipped them into her garter, then flashed a fanged grin that sent a jolt of warm arousal right between her legs. From that point she focused her gaze on him. She got back to her feet and s l o w l y loosened her bottoms, letting the pink material hit the floor. The celestial princess was bare save for a tiny pair of panties straight from the spirit realm, panties that were transparent but covered her most intimate area with shimmering glitter. One last move, the same upside down splits maneuver from her audition piece. The crowd went ballistic, showering her with money and cheers. ~~~ Lucy was pretty shocked. Never would she have imagined, not in a million years, having the courage to strip for such a huge crowd. She certainly never expected such success on the first night. Natsu thought she was being ridiculous. “What’d you expect? We both know exactly how sexy you are.” They were home now, cuddling in the blissful haze of afterglow. “I just meant, you know, the cheering and all the tips...and speaking of tips, why’d you tip me?” “Wasn’t I supposed to?” “Huh? What do you mean?” “You’re supposed to tip if you enjoy the dance, yeah?” “Y..yeah that’s usually how it works.” “Then I don’t see the problem.” Cute grin as he kissed her nose. “You get to dance, I get to watch, and I can add to our wedding fund the only way I can right now.” “About that...I want to start training you. I’m sure Bacchus would let us borrow the stage Sunday before we open, if you want...” “Sounds good.” He kissed her nose again, then grinned when she let out a huge yawn. “For now, I think my star dancer needs some rest. Busy weekend ahead of us.” “Mm-hm, the first of many...” She snuggled into his arms. “Night-night, love...” “Sweet dreams, princess.” With that he rocked her to sleep. As his own eyes drifted close he couldn’t help realizing how lucky he was to call Lucy his girl, his woman, his future wife… ~~~ If Lucy’s initial success shocked her, the crowd’s reception the next two nights blew her mind. Each night saw a bigger crowd. It was almost like word was spreading and everyone wanted to see the hot new dancer at Club B. By Saturday night she had nearly a full house for each set, with men and women clamoring to see her moves. Natsu was in his usual spot in the front row, happy to serve as moral support as well as a living prop when the situation called for it. That’s not to say things were perfect. In fact, Lucy’s escalating popularity in such a short time caught the attention of a certain full-time dancer. Her name was Jenny, and she had been working at Club B long enough to become known as one of its star performers. Jenny was far from pleased that some newbie was stealing her thunder. Lucy had no idea. She was, after all, just there for a side gig. Saturday night. Lucy had finished her last set of the night, a naughty bunny girl number that drove the audience absolutely wild. She stepped backstage, slipped on a silky robe, took a long drink of water. Stripping was fun, but holy crap it was exhausting. She leaned against the wall, giving herself a few moments to relax. She was just about to turn and go to her dressing room when an unfamiliar voice caught her attention. "You're the new girl, right? Lucy, stage name Andromeda?" The voice was attached to a woman with ample curves, a petite waist, long blonde hair, and bright blue eyes. "Yeah, that's me. You must be Jenny." "Yes. My incredible reputation precedes me." Smug smile. "I happened to catch your routine. You've got some pretty good moves...for a rookie." “Thanks I...think?” Lucy knew damn well that this was a backhanded compliment. She also knew that Jenny was trouble. “You’re welcome to watch if you want. Maybe you’ll even learn something…” Nasty chuckle. Jenny whipped her hair back and swayed her way to the stage without giving Lucy another glance. Yeah, she’s trouble alright… So Lucy watched Club B’s star talent from a distance, and understood the other woman’s so-called incredible reputation. She was every bit as perfect as the girls she had studied, with an added dose of raunchiness that the crowds went nuts for. She flirted. She teased, straddling one customer then mimicking receiving oral from another. Jenny wasn’t the type of dancer content with leaving her panties on. She peeled her thong off, flung it into the thirsty crowd, and finished her performance stroking herself with her legs in the air. Lucy didn’t know whether to be impressed or revolted. Mostly she was shocked. The look Jenny flashed her as she left the stage wasn’t just smug. It was borderline mean. “You’ll never be one of us. Maybe you should just leave stripping to the real dancers, little girl.” Speechless, she could only stare back in shock as Jenny sauntered off to her dressing room. “Lucy! There you are! I was lookin’ all over for you.” Big smile as Natsu offered Lucy his hand. She took it, grateful for his presence, even more grateful when he pulled her into a warm hug. “Sorry about that, Natsu. I got a little distracted, that’s all.” “It’s alright, babygirl. Let’s get goin’.” Eventually she would tell him what had just happened...but not now. Now she wanted some quiet time with the love of her life. Some quiet among the chaos… ~~ “Ready to give it a try?” Lucy’s voice rang across the empty club. Natsu, who had been watching videos on a communications lacrima, looked up and grinned. “You bet. Let’s do this.” He joined her on the stage. “Follow my lead. Don’t walk. Strut. It’s all about confidence.” She demonstrated, he followed. “Good. Very good. Now start adding tricks. Crowds like flashy dances. Remember, you’re Draco, the celestial dragon. Worthy of the starry queen Andromeda. Now show me you’re worthy of that name...and your queen.” He nodded. She stood at the edge of the stage and watched. At first his brow was furrowed in concentration but his expression quickly became a dark sexy smile. Backflips. Handstands. Jump kicks. He even added bursts of flame magic as his confidence increased. Confidence that, this time around, was well placed. Oh, he was worthy, alright. “So...how was that?” “Amazing.” She walked over to him and hugged him. “Good job, Natsu.” “Thanks, Luce.” He kissed her, rested his forehead on hers. She sighed. “Say, are you feelin’ alright?” “Me? Y..yeah. I’m fine.” Here she bit her lip, glanced down at the ground. He definitely noticed. “You’re not fine. Something’s been botherin’ you since we left last night.” “How could you tell?” “I know you. You never just want to cuddle after dancing, not unless something’s wrong. Not that I mind cuddling.” Natsu put a hand on Lucy’s cheek. “Then I heard you crying in your sleep. That’s not like you at all. So what’s going on?” Lucy burst into tears, burying her head in Natsu’s shoulder. “Hold on. Let’s go somewhere private.” He scooped her up into his arms, carried her to her dressing room, and sat down on her couch.  She kept crying, although the flow of tears lessened a bit as Natsu stroked a hand through her hair. He didn’t say anything. He knew she would talk when she was ready. “...I met one of the other dancers last night. Jenny. She...said I was good for a rookie…” “That’s good, right?” “I thought so at first. Then I watched her set and she totally blew me out of the water. And then, when she finished dancing…” Sniffle. Natsu squeezed her shoulder. “She said...I could never be a real dancer. And maybe...maybe she’s right…? Maybe we’ll never earn enough for our goal...” “No, Luce. She’s wrong.” As he talked she felt the comforting warmth of his hands kneading her back and shoulders. So she snuggled closer. “Every time you’re on stage I can’t take my eyes off you. You’re always confident and sexy as hell, and everyone in that crowd knows it. You are a real dancer, no matter what some jealous brat thinks.” “You really think so…” “I know so.” Deep kiss. “Listen. Next time you feel like you’re not hot enough, remember I’m watching, and I’ll always think you’re sexy. Dance for me like you did on the undercover mission.” “Kinda like this?” There was a naughty sparkle in Lucy’s eyes as she peeled her top off. She licked her lips slowly and rocked against him, never breaking eye contact. “Mnh. Exactly like that, baby.” She giggled. Then she shimmied out of her yoga pants and tugged his shirt off. “Whoa. What are you up to?” Not that he was complaining, merely taken by surprise. “My first set is in three hours. I think we have plenty of time for some fun and a shower before I have to get ready. What do you think, Natsu?” “I think I love the way you think, Lucy…” Natsu took initiative. He shifted their positions so Lucy was on her back, then rested his forehead on hers. “Comfy?” “M-hm.” She kissed him, wrapping her legs around his waist mid-smooch. Kiss, caress. Lucy’s hands roamed then tugged his pants down. He growled. “Love it when you’re frisky.” Her only response was a giggle and another kiss, eager to enjoy being with him. They were just about to get properly hot and heavy when someone knocked on the door. “Hey Lucy, are you alright?” “Y-yeah, Cana. I’m fi-iiiiine.” A squeal as Natsu squeezed her nipple. She could have smacked him if it hadn’t felt so good. The doorknob rattled and panic briefly flared. “No no no don’t come in! We’re um…we just wanna be alone, that’s all.” “Ohhhh, I get it. Well, you two have fun alone.” “That’s the plan.” Natsu growled, grinning one of his devilish grins. He let his hands roam down to her waist. Adept fingers untied her panties, flung the garment across the room, then stroked over her sensitive pink skin. She mewled. "Natsu...please..." "Want more, babygirl?" He stroked a thumb over her clit. Shudder. She nodded. "Talk to me." His voice was a growl. "I need you inside me, Natsu. Fuck me. Now. Please." "Anything you want." He could never say no, not when her need was so evident in her voice, not when he could smell her arousal. And definitely not when she begged. He sank down into her. Gods, she was so soft, so warm, so wet. She arched her hips to meet his thrusts. Exhaled sharply. "Holy shit...ahh!" "Feels good." He didn't have words, too focused on fucking his woman. He set a pace, making sure to adjust his speed when she begged for more. She begged often. He had her pinned down, felt her nails dig into his back, felt her muscles clenching around his cock, milking him. Holy shit she was so close. For that matter so was he. He growled, grabbed her ass, started slamming into her. For a moment he wondered if he was going too hard, but that worry dissipated when he heard her moan. Sweet, sexy motivation. At long last, climax. It wasn't mutual but that didn't really matter. All that mattered, all they cared about, was enjoying laying together as the waves of passion crashed over them. Tender kisses and nose nuzzles accompanied sweet whispers of affection. "I love ya, Luce." "After all we've been through I should hope so." She ruffled his hair, rested her head on his shoulder. "I love you too, Natsu." For a while they just cuddled together. Then Natsu broke the silence. "Still want to shower?" "Yeah. I probably shouldn't be all sweaty for a performance." "I wouldn't mind." He nibbled her bottom lip, making her giggle. Without missing a beat he got up and scooped her into his arms. "Alright. Let's go." With that he carried her to the shower. Once the water was nice and warm they bathed together, washing away the evidence of their amorousness then taking a few moments to relax in one another’s arms. Soon enough it would be time for Lucy to get ready for her first set of the night. Soon enough she would have the crowd going wild for every move she made. But for right now she simply wanted to chill, to relax with her Natsu. Even if it was just for an hour or so, his presence alone made her happy…
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beacon-sanctuary · 4 years
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Chapter 2: Class decisions and dorm warfare for the win!
introduction, Ch.1
Note to self: next time Bean and Merlin fight, get popcorn, and maybe grab wall rubble, I’m not a hoarder, scouts honor~
     I looked up at the teachers with stars in my eyes, everyone was so cool!  Plus, I got a head pat-so that’s even better!  Ugh, why’d you guys have to make so hard to choose a class, hmmm let’s put our suspects, up shall we?  Looking at the professors, I saw the grumpy Alchemist guy, his pale wood patterned skin shone in the lights above as once more those dang amber eyes of his bore into my mind.  Like chill man, how can putting a baton in your jacket be mind warfare?!  Huff, he looked so cool during the show but ehhh, too strict for me.  
 Well, Rasputin’s a no I guess, number 2, Louis Armstrong, seems like a fun guy, buuut I have no musical talent, got two left feet, voice sounds like a banshee bleh, ain’t a good fit.  It’s not you Louis it’s me, sorry man. Onto suspect 3, Hobo Billy the kid, chill, kinda dusty, but I’m not stealthy, wouldn’t have light-up shoes if I was after all.  Suspect 4 come on down!  Here we have Joan of Arc, awesome sword wielder and dealer of cherished head pats, 9/10 we might have a winner here people.
 Now onto suspe-oh no megaphone man’s back, just in case, I pulled my beanie over my ears, no hearing loss for me.  
 “Ah, jolly good show everyone!  It was quite a sight to see, I must say, now children, if that display did not solidify your choice-well buck up!  We’ve decided to allow our professors the chance to remind you of their profession and the meaning behind each class!  And remember no class is better or worse than the ot-”
 “Guerillas are best, don’t listen to the loudspeaker” Izusa jabbed in
 “Heheheh, Izusa I am glad for your class pride still runs deep, but we are headmasters, after all, we need to be unbiased!  Let our bright youths decide for themselves!”
 “Unbiased, you have your freaking Knight necktie on” She fired back motioning to his stripped blue silver tie which he straightened. 
 “Well, of course, one must never forget their roots after all, and even though I myself favored our knights here, this is not-” Before he could finish, a sharp  “Shush” interjected.  Professor Blum strode forward hand massaging his temple.
 “If we listen to this squabble any longer, we shall not move anywhere, and I would like to return to my facility before night comes if you don’t mind.” Fixing his overcoat, the amber eyes of the earth magi quickly returned to the crowd, piercing them with a cool stare as he began to speak once more.
 “To you lot” he admonished us snapping his arm, “Listen well, for I shall only say this once.  Despite what the news or the media has led you to believe, Alchemists are those who study and pick apart the gears of magic and the world for all its worth.”  When he said news and media he spat out each word as if it were venom in his mouth, and as he began to go on, the methodical style of his speech began to ebb more into a stately passion. 
 “We are no mere scientists, we are alchemists! The fusion of creativity and scientific reasoning to understand, this little thing we call magic.  Despite the moniker of “Youngest class,” Human, Magi, or whatever in between that’s shuffled about on this rock has always been curious of this force in our world.  Whether you trace our origins to the wizards and warlocks of old, or to the Alchemists of which we’ve gained our title, we are both and neither of our predecessors!” 
      Pacing a bit, he calmed his voice back down as he continued on, “Were our ancestors simply explored the capabilities or tried to pick apart magic for their own uses, we have a different goal.  We carry the light of knowledge, illuminating the unknown for our fellow people so that they may find comfort in said findings.  If you choose this path, burn this into your mind! If you have no passion or hunger for finding the secrets of magic and our world, then as soon as you enter my facility, you. shall. be. Gone!  I do not want to hear your complaining, “Oh it’s too hard,” or, “ Oh, it’s too boring” for if I see one hint of uninterest in your eyes, I'll throw you out myself! For if you have no passion or drive in your field what is the point of you?  Now then,”  
 After a long sigh, he quietly composed himself, “if you feel this is right for you, step forward now.” he crooned out. And to my left, I felt a rustle beside me Orion groaned up and walked towards the old magi, he gave me a two-finger salute and lazily walked forward.  And as everyone saw him go, bit by bit more people stood in front of Rasputin, as each was handed some black clothes in a bag.  And as if on cue, a sharp whistle broke the silence, bringing all our eyes on Billy the kid.
 “Alright, kiddos eyes on me for a sec’. Thanks to ole grandpa given that essay, I’ll be straight with ya.  Guerillas are the rebels, outlaws, anarchists, or whatever they call us now.  Where there's some rules we break 'em, were there's laws we go past 'em. We be the judge of those in power, that roarin' flame under they feet that keep our leaders in check. And if they go too far, well, this lil' fire finna burst into an inferno I'll promise ya that.  If ya got freedom and rebellion in ya chest. We yo people, see a riot, we in there, see a protest, we in there, and if you see a revolution? Hoo boy, you sure as heck know we in there! We carry the light of freedom and change, always there to stop a leader if they go too far and if they do, we gon' hold 'em accountable and make somethin' new.  If my words struck home, we be happy to have ya, welcome to the family kiddos.” legs dangling over the stage the professor watched as the future Guerillas approached, heck even one girl flew up and gave a high five to him.  Thanks to her wings, she was an air magi, had some golden-brown wings and storm grey hair, and perched atop the stage as her classmates rushed up too.
             At my right, I heard a grunt as freaking Joan of Arc hopped off her pommel and kicked the sword in her hand like it was nothing!  Yup, definitely joining her I don’t care what anyone says-Imma be a knight!
 “Heh, alrighty, may as well start, hmph” She grunted, holding her sword in a rigid pose.  If I’m being honest her face looked like she was constipated “to be a knight you be gallant, focused measured precise and powerful, my children take up arms your calling is nye it is time for a crusade!  We shall take back the holy land,Deus vult, DEUS VU-pfffft, heheheh, sorry I had to” she chuckled leaning on her sheath “Oh, that never gets old, ok serious time now” she took in a breath to speak but
 “Ah, it seems the impossible did happen, you being serious” Rasputin interjected walking past her, to this he received a light snicker
 “Listen I can be serious sometimes, on occasion, when I feel like it, every few years.  But, as I was saying before mister essay interrupted me, Knights are old as heck alright, we’re the first beacons, defend people for generations, all that good stuff.  But just cause we got knight in our name, don’t mean we’re Chivalrous, glistening warriors who vanquish evil to the ends of the earth that’s only a third of the pie, we’re not just warriors, we’re healers and guardians kids.  The sword, shield, and healing hand, we become that light.  We guard against the dark and give people a haven.  In more than one way!  So,” she said resting her sword over her shoulders,
“If you want to be a knight, grab some chainmail and a tunic from the stage and come to my class tomorrow.  I’d be happy to have you” She winked strolling out.  Yeeep, I’m all in let’s freaking go!  I cheered in my mind, but I had a feeling I had a dopey smile on my face all the same.
             After that, not much else happened, learned about the other two classes, Artificers, basically artists, builders, and all that fun stuff that entertains or helps people. And seekers, explorers, and stuff, always run headfirst into the unknown and hard to pin down.  But by the end I got some bag of clothes and a rune stone. It was a smooth navy-blue rock with a messed-up F burnt into it.  It felt warm and hummed a bit in my hand as I turned a bit, it was like a weird magic compass to my dorm I guess, this is so cool!  Welp, into your prison-I mean my bag little guy.  As I was putting my stone back in my bag, a gun shot made me nearly drop it on the ground.
 “Gah!  what is this, give Eir a heart attack day?!” I mumbled clamping my stone as Headmaster Ortiz cleared his throat.
 “Knights, Alchemists, Seekers, Guerillas, and Artificers, thank you all for continuing in the protection of Human-Magi kind.  This is the first step of your journey as Beacons!  For even having the courage to step up this far, you should be proud!  Bully indeed for you!  I already can see great potential in all of you, all I can say is good luck, and may your lights always shine bright.” He finished his final speech and gave us all a hearty laugh and warm smile before walking into the back as Izusa made her way to speak.
 “Alright Torches, like the headmaster megaphone said, this is your start, remember you all wanted this, so get ready, tomorrow starts four years of hell, have fun~” she sang away into the darkness from whence she came.
             After the speeches of fluff and doom we all dispersed to our new dorms, which for some freaking reason was on the of the fort!  School’s in the middle, makes sense, access to everything, but the dorms. At the very edge of the freaking coast, who designed this and where can I smack them with my bag?  I’m going helicopter them so bad won’t know what hit them.  But still, I walked to my dorm.  Weird F rune dash 5 as the stone in my hand vibrated more and more the closer I got to my door.  The jade-gold rune patterned carpet sat atop a shining wood floor and the air had a scent of strangely chocolate, and fire?  
 “Who’s burning something?” I thought aloud, but right as the words came out of my mouth, the wall right across from me shattered as a flaming girl bulldozed through while a hand patted me on the head.  Whirling my head from side to side I saw Orion standing besides me snickering at the dragon girl.  She had two jagged black horns sticking out of her messy flame like curls.  She was short but had a stocky frame, I think I even saw a few muscles if I’m being honest.  And as I saw her gold eyes stare daggers at Orion(nickname still pending) a wicked smile seared across her face, disrupting the red scales upon her cheeks.
 “Orio get back over here so I can hit ya!” She growled in her rough voice, to which Orion strolled across from me with a playful shrug
 “nahhh, don’t really feel like it sunflower, good offer though, you’re getting’ better at em, I’m proud!”
 “Tsk, I told ya before, I ain’t no little flower, I am the sun!” she yelled crouching down for probably another charge.  Orion chuckled as he held his free hand at his ear
 “Uh, say that again white dwarf, I ain’t hear ya~” he teased, and at that my eyes even glared at him,
 “Please don’t my ears have suffered enough for a day!” I groaned,
       But as at the girl, it seemed like she physically had a tick mark on her head as the whole room heated up to 90 degrees. I had to take off my hat and fan myself, what the freak did he say to make her that mad? But unfortunately, I got no answer as the girl barreled forward with a battle cry.  Careening towards Orion before I saw him poof out of existence in a blue flash before reappearing behind the solar magi.  He placed a hand on her back and caused it to steam, but what instantly caught my attention was two words that slithered from his mouth.
 “Liga Hostem” he said, and yanked his hand back as multiple black and blue chains wrapped around the girl, battling against the fire and the light she gave off.  Making the hallway as wicked battle of heat and cold. Gasping from excitement I rapidly said
 “You used a binding spell!  It’s not the full incantation but that’s still awesome!  Wait, your element doesn’t usually go into that unle-“
 “let’s save this for later, I ain’t tryin’ be bbq magi over here”  to further his point the girl took in a deep breath and bellowed out a stream of flames in the boy’s direction, cursing under his breath Orion slammed his hand on the ground and cried
 “Fortifico!” as a black and blue hexagon of swirling void, blocked the incoming flames, and as soon as the barrier was released, the girl charged forward with an knee aimed at Orion’s fac, he rolled back and threw a punch at her stomach, but she brushed it to the side.  Back and forth they parried and dodged each other’s blows like clockwork.  Oh I wish I had popcorn, this is so good, but sadly before the fight could continue, the door behind me slammed open as I saw a baby face looking Asian guy with, a long, rat tail… Oh its him, time to give him a piece of my wait why is he my dorm mate?!
 “QUIET” the pale faced boy roared, on his face was now a pair of jade, metallic looking goggles, and as soon as he looked at the two magi his face grew a face of sheer disgust. “Ugh, just typical of their kind, arrogant and loud beyond measure. You two, cease this disturbance immediately, I am trying to work. “ he screamed in his childlike voice waving a large wrench at the two.
 “Hey, angery baby man, shush.” Said angery baby man looked agasp and was about to say something before I said
“Oi, ya owe me an apology from earlier, what was your deal?” I demaded looking over my shoulder
 “just my luck, of course I’m roomed with you of all people.” He rolled his eyes
 “Me of all people?!  Square up baby man, lets go!”
 “First of all, I am not, a baby man.  My name is Lin Su-Wang, and I am not fighting a munchkin.”
             And this is how this went for like thirty minutes, four people either fighting or yelling at each other before, nothing, I really can’t remember what happened afterwards, only thing is I woke up with a pain in my neck for some reason.  Weird, buuut yeah, this was one interesting first day.
 Day one-completed! :)
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