#Their panels look so pretty too.. Kicking and giggling over every Near + Light panel

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More manga panel coloring!! I love Light and Near so much <3

#Death Note #Death Note manga #Eyestrain #Death Note fanart #My art #Light Yagami #Nate River #L Lawliet #Yagami Light #Near #L death note #Moonriver #←Don't ship it but I hope the people who do will enjoy this <3 #I love Light and Near's dynamic so much #They're so fun and entertaining to read #Their dynamic deserves more love <3 They're honestly my favorite part of Death Note #Their panels look so pretty too.. Kicking and giggling over every Near + Light panel

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FNAF animatronics x reader

Did I go see the FNAF movie earlier today... yes. Am i going to write something about it, Hell yes !!! I may be open to writing for the fazgang maybe in the near future but this is just something for me to branch out and get out of my comfort zone. But anyways, Enjoy. Word count:815

One of the many things that clears your head after a day at school is riding your bike around town. It was the major thing that helped calm you down and clear your head. You usually take the same path every time, But today for some reason you decided to mix it up and went down a different road.

Upon riding down the unfamiliar area, You stumbled upon a building that looked abandoned for a long time. It looked like an attraction from back in the day. Under the name of 'Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria' and the mascot caught your attention.

You wanted to continue on your ride through the area but a part of your head wanted to know if there was anything inside, and why it had been abandoned for so long. The many questions in your mind and there was only one way to satisfy it. So you pedalled around the pizzeria and then found a potential opening at the back.

Parking your bike, You then jimmied the wooden panel and got it open, leading you inside a vent shaft. Pulling out your phone flashlight, you crawled inside and then kicked the vent off. Stumbling inside into what you'd expected. a restaurant and arcade, Still somewhat intact, despite the dust of course.

Continuing to explore the place, you then saw red curtains, A stage ??

"What do you have in the back of their ??' You said to yourself as you went to the one on the left and peeled open the curtain, Jumping when you saw what looked like an animatronic of a fox... wearing an eye patch ?? It didn't look in too good of shape too, seeing the holes on the skin.

"How long have you been here ??" You turned to the other stage peeling back the curtains and saw a bunny, a chicken and bear animatronics too, they weren't in too bad of damage like the fox, but they looked like they did need some TLC.

"Why didn't they take you guys, they could've helped you find a new home..." You closed the curtains as you backed away, having enough of your adventure.

But as you began to walk away, you heard a child's laughter. Now you were starting to get spooked out.

"Who's there ??" You called out.

But before you could react, the place sprung to life as the lights and sounds then shimmered and blared, You then noticed the curtains being pulled back as the animatronics started to dance and sing 'Talking in your Sleep' you were completely mesmerised by what was happening, you froze and watched.

You then found yourself tapping your feet to the beat of the song and then began to lightly dance, this was pretty fun.

Once the song was over, you couldn't help but smile at them.

"That was fantastic guys" You said to them as you picked up your backpack and began to walk out, But you were stopped again once you heard heavy thumping. Turned to see the animatronics moving of their own free will. Was this apart of the show ?? Nevertheless, they walked up to you and just looked down at you, Holy cow they were tall. Your anxiety slowly rose when they circled around you. they reached out their hands to you. But what you didn't expect was they started to tickle you.

"Guys... Stohohohohohop" You giggled as you squirmed around.

Your laughs grew and grew until it started to echo throughout the entire pizzeria. The animatronics had their mouths open, Maybe in a way to show you they were happy ??. That someone has finally interacted with them for so long.

They let you go as you smiled up at them, Whatever was going on. You were pretty happy you did interact with them. The fox gently took your hand and brought you over to a nearby poster and pointed at it with its hook. Showing you a poster with each of them, showing their respective names. The pirate fox is named Foxy. Bonnie is the bunny, Chica is the chicken and the leader Freddy Fazbear.

"It's nice to meet you all" You turned back to the others who had their mouths open, smiling again.

You heard your phone go off as your mom texted you to come back home. oh man.

"I gotta go now..."

They started to look sad, they were sad that you had to go.

"I'll.. I'll come back tomorrow ??' You suggested to them and they perked up, mouths opening again. yaaaaaayyyy !!!!

Foxy then wrapped his arms around you, gently hugging you as you hugged him back gently. Being mindful of the parts and everything, You gave the others a hug as well before waving goodbye to them and crawling back through the vent. You were excited to see them again the next day. They were pretty fun.

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Mismatch- Part 17

Bio Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020

“Push me off the roof you coward!”

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“So do you want to be Batman or should I?” Marion brings out the two outfits identical in every way except size.

“It’s not actually dressing up,” Marinette scolds fixing her hair.

“Well then you single handedly ruined halloween,” Marion grins coming up behind her, “Everyone wears them for it,”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Marinette watches him warily in the mirror, prepared to defend if-when he makes a move to mess up her hair.

“So Batman or Robin?” Marion holds the outfits up, dangerous close to her head.

“I don’t care,” Marinette stands up, spinning around, using the chair as a shield.

“Coin flip then,” Marion drapes them over the chair, “Oooh foreshadowing!”

“Please tell me you're going to take this marginally seriously?” Marinette leans back on the dresser as he fishes for a coin.

“You’re starting to sound like our manager,” Marion flips the coin with extra flare, “Heads,”

“You should thank Kate for setting this up,” Marinette catches the coin before he can, “Tails,”

She takes the Robin outfit from the chair, ducking Marion as she passes.

“You know I don’t think Kate wants to see me,” Marion takes his outfit behind the opposite curtain, “She's pretty stressed something will go wrong,”

“In Gotham?” Marinette pokes her head out the curtain on the other side of the room.

“I know, crazy right,” Marion also peaks through the curtain, “Where would she get that idea?”

“Who knows?” Marinette cheekily grins before ducking back behind the curtain.

“If we get attacked again I think we might give aunt- I mean,” Marion pauses pulling on his grey turtleneck, “ugh, this is hard,”

“Mari, the outfits are designed for easy use,” Marinette teases, tone sounding half hearted even from this distance.

“What are you calling her in your head?” Marion pulls the turtle neck down all the way.

“Selina,” Marinette answers, as he shrugs on his hooded crop top over the turtleneck, split into two colours to make a vague bat-shape. “Although I just avoid saying it out loud,”

“Great minds think alike,” Marion pulls on his grey leggings, that Marinette had thankfully made into thermals.

“I’m the only great mind here,” Marinette teases, Marion lets out fake gasp as he pulls a pair of shorts over his leggings, “You just like to copy,”

“How dare you!” Marion pulls the curtains aside dramatically, Marinette doesn't even look up from where she's putting on bracelets, “Dishonour! Dishonour on you, Dishonour on your kwami! Dis-”

“Hey!” Tikki flies out of the backpack.

“Sorry Tikki,” Marion looks away from the fuming Kwami, trying to avoid her by pulling on his black and blue boots.

“It’s ok Tikki,” Marinette finishes putting green and gold bracelets up to her elbows, “He’s just trying to be funny,”

“And succeeding!” Marion corrects, smoothing a mask over his eyes.

“Ah-ha,” Marinette stands, black and yellow scarf flaring out at the back.

“You know I don’t think she agrees,” Marion stage whispers to Plagg from his bag.

“Ah-ha,” Plagg says in the same tone, as Marion is pulling on his black gloves.

“Traitors, all of you,”

“Hey look,” Marinette bumps his shoulder, nodding towards someone.

“It’s Jason,” Marion whispers back excitedly, moving to wave.

“MCD doesn't know him,” Marinette grabs his arm, “Let’s hope this isn’t as awkward as it was with Chloe,”

“I thought that was fun,”

“Of course you did,”

"Hi," Jason approaches nervously, completely different to how Marion's met him before, it's cute.

"Oh hello, stranger," Marion grins, ignoring the kick from Marinette, he'll be careful, it's fine he's got this, "Whats your name?"

"Jason," Oh my God he's blushing!

"Jasin," Marion repeats pretending to write on what he was handed.

"Um…." Jason looks like he's about to correct Marion, this will be perfect- "yep,"

Fuck fuck fuck i though he would correct me fuck, Marinette help!  Marinette rolls her eyes at his pleading look.

"Jason, CD," Pointing to the page without writing, "son,"

"Ohhhh Jason,” Marion says, as if he had come to some amazing realisation, Marinette looks like she wants to slap him, “haha, sorry, of course, I just didn’t hear you right, because I don’t know your name, why would I know your name? It's-"

Marinette rightfully cuts off his rambling with a swift kick, that both knew would never actually hurt him. At least Jason looks just as embarrassed as him, neither quite knowing how to start the conversation back up,"

"How about we take a picture?" Marinette says, their saving grace.

"Yeah, that would be great," Jason fumbles for his phone, Marion hopes his mask will cover his blush, as he remembers what Jason had said about him at dinner, the only reason he was blushing.

They take a nice picture together. Then one where Marion throws bunny ears behind MDC. She swats his hand away and he pushes her out of frame. The next picture is one of him and Jason with Marinette rising up, like a threatening blur in the background.

"Aw thats a nice picture" Marion looks over Jason shoulder, they were meant to be with the next person already but they were a design hopeful, babbling to MDC about her designs, "You should send it to me,"

"Of course," Jason seems flustered with his proximity, enough so that he didn't see Marion's trap.

"Great heres my number," Marion quickly writes it down on blank piece of paper, a picture seeming a bit too narcissistic at that point.

"...Waut,"

"Well you have to send it to me someway," Marion shrugs, conveniently ignori-forgetting that pictures were sent through his social media all the time.

"Right... right," Jason seems to be in a bit of a daze when Marion sends him off, standing next to Marinette as the fan leaves.

They watch Jason leave. Marinette starts giggling when he almost runs into a wall.

“Are you ok?" Marion asks, partly for the security guard who was waiting for their ok to send the next person up.

“You are such a dork,” She breaths through her upcoming laughter, “I think I need a minute,”

“Fine but if I get a hopeful fashion designer I’m telling them your new direction is crocs,” Marion huffs, not really insulted, but if he didn't act it she would only up the anti.

“Do it and your casket will be made out of crocs,” Marinette threatens ineffectively, walking to the backstage door.

“I kinda want to see that,”

“You’d be dead,” Marinette calls from the door.

“Minor issue,”

Marinette waves him off, which could have been an aborted swat. He watches as the crowd nearby begin whispering, some offering others to go first to stall for time. Marion plans to shove this in her face next time Marinette claims she isn’t popular. He’s about to take a camera out for evidence when one of the groups, fast tracked but the crowd, approaches.

Marion goes to do his more basic greetings when a gun is shoved in his face. The group made up of armed men surrounding him, one holding a camera.

“Smile for the camera,” The figure pulls his coat back, revealing the frankly disturbing face of the Joker.

“Oh it’s you,” Marion keeps a blank face, evidently confusing him, “Any chance two-face will show up?”

“.... No?” Marion fights to keep his composure as the crowd are threatened by the remaining thugs, pushing them to the ground.

“Pity, what a waste of good foreshadowing,” Marion shrugs casually, that camera is probably filming.

“What,” Marion supposes its a rare thing to see the Joker taken aback, but watching a group of armed men storm backstage distracts him from the sight.

“Nothing, I just made a brilliant joke earlier and you're sort of ruining it,” Marion makes exaggerated gestures, testing his limits, the guns follow him but don’t shoot. “Anyway are you here for an autograph or what?”

“I’m not-” He watches the Joker's face twist in gruesome realisation, “you’re trying to stall me,”

“Stall you from what?” Marion tries not to make his scan of the crowd obvious, “Please go in depth,”

“How about on the way up to the roof?” Chilling smile, but Marion is too used to fear to let it get to him.

“Oh goodie, I hear it has wonderful views,” Marion claps his hands, probably getting weird looks from the goons hiding behind masks, but who are they to judge?

He’s guided to the elevator. The Joker making the mistake of not tying his hands, or gagging him. He feels Kaalki and Plagg tense in his pocket.

“Huh, no elevator music,” Marion observes as the elevator starts to rise, “I just kind of expected it at this point,”

“You are strange,” Marion makes the mistake of glancing over, the Joker does not seem perturbed by that fact.

“You’re telling me that?” Marion tilts his head, “Actually that's quite the achievement,”

The Joker starts to go on about his plan, something about throwing MCD off the roof in front of the crowd for whatever reason, he’s not really listening. No, instead he’s made his own plan. There's no way Marinette was caught, not when she has no one to look after. She must be somewhere in the building, probably as Sparrow. It’s best if Sparrow and Songbird are seen near their other identities as little as possible, so he had to deal with the camera. If she saw the footage, which was probably being broadcast (a brilliant idea, really, no problems with that) she would intercept them. The best position would be on the elevator, but he had to buy time.

The cameras closest so he strikes, hitting it out of the goons hand, mid sentence. In the split second confusion he hits the number panel, lighting up all but a few.

“Huh, that was easy,” Marion says with genuine surprise.

“And here I thought you were being a good hostage,” Marion feels several guns press against him, but it’s only the pistol with the Joker at the end that worries him.

“Sorry to disappoint,” Marion smirks cockily, the threats turning more violent.

No, not threats, promises. Marion debates calling on Kaalki, while he’s still able too. It wouldn’t be great for a miraculous to be seen in a different country, but better than the one that can teleport than Ladybug. If Marinette couldn’t stop them in time she would surely turn to Ladybug and pick him up as he falls, right in front of the crowd and cameras. Not great.

There were other heroes in Gotham, they both knew. And if it was just him at stake he would put faith in them. But it’s not. He’s Chat Noir and there's not enough time to train a new Black Cat, not anymore.

The elevator finally reaches the top. Marion braces to help Marinette fight on the other side of the door. It opens. There’s no one. Great, great, great .

“Well, well, well why don’t we see what's behind that mask and carve up your pretty face, hm?” Joker leads him close enough to the edge of the building that anyone else should be scared.

“That sounds counter productive,” Might as well try plan b, he should have come up with one, but as is he’ll have to wing it, “Weren’t you going to throw me off the roof?”

“Eager aren't you?” Not really  “After, promise,”

That grin paired with the knife inching closer should scare him, but honestly the only thing that truly scares him anymore is someone going for his ring, or Ladybug’s.

“What's the point? I’d be dead soon anyway, sounds like a waste of time,” Marion debates adding a yawn to match the tone, but it seems like overkill.

“A few screams are never a waste of time,” Marion is backed up further to the edge of the roof, able to see the fretting crowd below.

“Sounds to me like you just don’t have any confidence,” Marion says with all the sass he can muster, which is a lot.

“Oh, do explain,” The knife inching closer to the edge of his mask encourages the opposite, but he was never much good with warnings.

“If you really believe your plan will work and I wouldn’t be saved by I-don’t-know, Batman?” Yep that strikes a cord, probably not the best cord to strike with a knife in your face, oh well his wounds will heal soon anyway, “Then you’d throw me over the roof, a few cuts doesn't matter much when your dead,”

He can see the gears turning, debating if there's merit to his bullshit or if it’s just that. Honestly Marion doesn't know either.

“Revealing my identity and stuff is just a way for you to feel like you’ve won when Batman beats you,” He carefully doesn't emphasise the ‘when’, making it sound casual, like a given fact, “Cutting my face is just admitting you think the heroes will win,”

Just a little bit more. He’s almost pulled off plan ‘b’ for bat-shit crazy. He has the horse miraculous in his grip, Kaalki won’t like it but it's hard to put glasses on in mid air.

“Besides, won’t the mask leave a bit more impact?”

Hook. Line. Sinker.

“You really think the Bats going to save you huh?” The grin is unnerving, so Marion matches it with one of his own.

“I do,” He challenges, chin tilted up, “do you,”

He hears a cackle that would have surely appeared in his fear toxin dream if he heard it before. He’s pushed, vest twisted in the jokers grip, trying to stay balanced on the very edge.

“I like you kid,” And yeah, by that smile it’s not a good thing.

“Goodie,” Marion says sardonically, ignoring the shouting below, probably because his torso is all the way off the edge.

“Make sure to scream,” He feels the grip loosen, not having the natural response to grab onto something.

“I won’t,” he sends one last smirk as he’s dropped, weight sending him off balance and off the edge.

He’s in free fall and knows the screaming is not his own. He’s too busy debating the right time to transform. The street is getting closer and closer, no staff or grappling hook to save him.

“Klakki!-”

The air gets knocked out of him at the sudden change in directions. He can feel the arm and hears the glass shattering. For all the speed of a few seconds ago he is not expecting the quiet that follows. He’s leaning forward against someone's chest, both crouched down inside the building he just fell from. He recognises the shade of red first, Marinette had spent weeks with it pinned up all over their room and Marion has been wearing it ever since. He relaxes.

“Are you ok?” He gets pulled back from the chest, his complaints are cut off, a gloved hand tracing over his cheek, he feels the sting so it must be cut.

“Yeah I’m fine,” Probably not convincing, since his crush is the closest he’s ever been and Marion is almost the same shade of red.

“You’re fine?” The disbelief is clear and it takes Marion a second to realise why.

“I mean… Oh no! Trauma!” Marion tries to fall dramatically but the arm still on his back catches him.

“Good thing you’re a popstar not an actor,” Marion feels relief at the stiff atmosphere relaxing.

“Excuse you,” He snaps back up, poking Red Hood’s chest, smirking, “I’d make a wonderful actor,”

“Yeah, yeah,” Red Hood looks away, as far as Marion can tell with the helmet, “You sure you’re ok?”

“Yes, are you?” Marion stresses, remembering that he broke through the glass.

“... what?” Red Hood's full attention comes back to him.

“Are you ok?” Marion tries not to get annoyed at the answer, humour then, “After all breaking through a window isn’t much fun,”

You idiot you can't use his line on him ! Not in different identities! What if he figures it out?!

“Yeah.. yeah," He looks away again, "I’m… great,”

Marion smiles, guess things did turn out great in the end.

“CD!” Marion jumps out his skin, both suddenly realising how they looked and stand, Marinette runs right up to him, “Are you ok!?”

“Yep I’m… great,” Marion exchanges a private glance with Red Hood as Marinette frets over him.

“Thank goodness,” She sighs, shoulders sagging, then coming back up to hit him over the head, “Then why are you such an idiot!”

“Natural talent?” Marion rubs the spot, she put some Ladybug strength in that one.

“At least you’re good at something,” She sighs, brushing her hand over the spot.

“Rude,” Marion pouts, even as his head feels better, and his cut is startling to close up.

“If every things ok then,” Red Hood says awkwardly, “I’ve got a clown to go beat up,”

I Forgot!! How do you forget that! Marion yells at himself When your crush saves you from falling to your death…. Less romantic than it seemed in the moment.

“Have fun….” Marion waves, increasing the awkwardness ten fold, “dear god, I am an idiot!”

He groans into Marinette's shoulder after Red Hood left.

“Yes, but blush later, we need to be ready to provide backup,” Marinette pulls him out of the room stepping over broken glass.

“Uh- yeah! Right! lets go,” Marion snaps out of it, running after her.

“You are such a mess,” She insults as they jog, or with their speed, sprint up the stairs.

“Of all people you don’t get to call me that,” Marion needn't remind her of how she spilt orange juice all over herself at breakfast.

“... You just fell off a building, I was talking about your clothes,” Marinette has on her, ‘you’re an idiot’ face, well practiced that one.

“Oh,”

“But yeah you are a walking disaster,” She speeds up.

“Hey!” Marion sprints after her.

They reach the roof, not as out of breath as they should be.

“I thought I told you to stay put?” Red Hood snaps, alone on the roof.

“You didn’t,” They chorus coincidentally.

“I thought you had common sense,”

“We don’t,” They chorus on purpose.

Red Hood just shakes his head, probably smiling under the helmet.

“So the Joker escaped?” Marinette is the first to wipe the grin off her face.

“He was gone when I got up here,” Red Hood shrugs, “Waiting on intel,”

Probably from oracle.

“I didn’t say thank you!” Marion realises, not used to being the one saved.

“You don’t have to,” He looks away again, “Just doing my job,”

“But I want to,” Marion walks into his line of sight “So thank you,”

“Yeah well… thanks too I guess,” He looks away again and it's starting to get annoying.

“For what,” Marion leans over enough that he should be in sight, but he can't see his eye to confirm.

“I like the outfit you designed off me,” Marion freezes, almost stumbling over, “The interview was… entertaining,”

With that killing blow, a grappling hook is sent out and Red Hook is whisked away.

“.... Hey, can I borrow your miraculous?” Marion says blankly when Marinette comes to stand by him, “I need to wish myself out of existence real quick,”

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A Very Verfound Christmas

This is my gift to @verfound for the LBSC Secret Santa 2020 -Extravaganza! This it a Teen rated fic for some implied thoughts, and the ability to keep up with vague clues! 

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Here’s the thing-

When he’d woken up this morning, he had every intention of celebrating a short work day and another successful year of endless toy making. After all, it was Christmas Eve. Work. Watch the sleigh launch. Rock out in one of the Jingle Halls. Join the rest of the elves in bringing in the Christmas Dawn. Then sleep the entirety of Christmas Day.

As he had the last seventy odd years.

But as of five seconds ago, he was pretty sure he didn’t even remember his own name, let alone what he was doing later tonight, or even what he needed help with-

“What?” Luka blinked rapidly, before clearing his voice. Bright blue eyes blinked back.

“Do you need help with those?” Liquid sugar rolled off her tongue, he was certain of it. There was no other feasible way for her voice to be so sweet and melodic. Liquid sugar from pink glossed lips.

Those?

It took him a moment before his mind snapped back into action. Those.

Those were a pallet of last minute dolls that had been assembled and programmed incorrectly. Which, in reality wasn’t even in his department of toy making. They were his green haired absentee best friend’s. A certain friend who had slapped his ass, clocked off early, and dashed, leaving him to try to figure out how to get an entire pallet of singing ice queen dolls fixed, wrapped, and loaded onto the sleigh before launch.

Except, he really didn’t mind all of a sudden.

“I’m, uh, looking to drop these off with the doll repair department. Except I don’t even remotely know where that is,” he tried to drop his best grin at the end, and bit back a goofy grin when her face lit up red.

“Oh,” bright blue eyes blinked again, “this is the art department.” He watched as a small frown turned down her sweet lips, a furrow forming between her soft dark brows. His heart pounded in his chest painfully as a full pout took over the elf’s face. Then just as quickly, her face was lighting up, eyes wide. “Hold on one second! Stay right there! I think I can help.” The raven haired girl disappeared behind the door he had just knocked on, door shutting with a loud click in his face before his attention was drawn to the loud whirring around the corner.

Pulling the pallet of dolls along, he followed the sound to see a large bay door opening, as well as a sight he’d never let his mind forget.

Back lit by the shop lights behind her, the elf stood before him, hands triumphantly placed on her hips as she grinned at him. Curvy. Petite. And dressed in something he was pretty sure wasn’t the usual uniform. Because if it was, he was switching departments immediately.

Red and white striped stockings ran the length of her legs, a hint of creamy skin revealed where garters kept them in place, before disappearing beneath a red tutu flared out just enough to test the boundaries of cute and oh. A black vest trimmed in glitter wrapped her frame like a second skin, dipping dangerously low in the front. A view he knew would become increasingly distracting the closer he stood to her. He could just make out the twin coat tails attached in the back to round out her look.

Oh, sweet candy canes.

A sculpted arm waved him forward, “Come on in. I’m Marinette by the way.”

He was fairly certain he’d left his jaw on the floor, a good meter behind him, when he tried to respond, “Luka. Luka Couffaine.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Luka Couffaine,” she giggled, leading him further into the shop. Smooth, Couffaine.

Most of the machines and monitor screens were quiet, though some of the holo displays still had their most recent projects lit up and rotating. Lights were slowly kicking back on as they moved towards what looked like a small carpeted studio area, sectioned off from the immense space with a curved control panel. Then there was the color. It was everywhere, on everything. The control panel itself looked as if someone had gone crazy with spray paint and glitter glue. An extreme contrast to his department, where most of the spaces were walled off and smaller, but cozy and themed.

Two different ways to keep inspiration high.

“Go ahead and bring them over here so I can see what we’re dealing with,” Marinette pointed towards an empty space near a work table. As he powered the hover units down on the hand truck, effectively parking the dolls, he became aware of one very specific thing:

The Couffaines definitely had a pixie kink.

Marinette stepped out of heels he hadn't even been aware she was wearing, until she went from chin height to his chest.

And just as she had dropped in height, so did his eyes. Beaming blue eyes, determined pink lips, and --ffff the swell of her chest, emphasized by the matching red bra he could just barely see peeking from beneath. Being tall was both a blessing and a curse. When it came to which one it was right now, he was fairly certain his name was dropping rapidly from the Nice List.

Tearing his eyes away, Luka shifted his attention back to the original problem at hand.

“The doll is dressed in her sister’s attire, and to top it off the music department loaded it with the wrong song. This is the first movie’s song, and not the recent release.” He lifted the platinum haired doll, easily sliding her from the plastic twists they’d been forced to switch too. A small hand reached out to take the doll from his hand, before it was meticulously examining the fabrics. He would’ve expected the petite elf’s hands to be soft and smooth, but they were nearly as strong and callused as his own.

“I think we can fix this. How long do we have before launch?” She swivelled away quickly, setting a few things into motion as she took control. A holoscreen popped up from the control panel, before she flicked it up into the air to hover a few meters off the ground. The countdown to launch was displayed in bright red numbers. “Oh good, we’ve got five minutes until launch. Plenty of time.”

“Plenty of time?” He questioned, a bit disbelieving. Granted, it was a decent amount of time, but how in the world were they going to get it done. “I don’t know anything about dolls. I work in sound effects.”

“They essentially just need their outfits updated, which I can do. And the correct song recorded over their music chip, which you can do.” She was already pulling the dolls free from their boxes, while simultaneously preparing the work space before her.

“Amazing,” he breathed to himself. “I don’t know how to record songs onto these, though.”

“Don’t worry! We used to fix stuff all the time in my old department. You know those toys where the voice doesn’t sound like the actual character? That’s because it’s an elf,” she whispered, even though it was just the two of them. “They’ve got a small recording studio in here, we just need to get the right song track set up and you’ll sing over it. And don’t worry, the program will alter your voice, no talent needed!”

She made it all seem so simple.

He stood there for a moment watching her move about, removing clothes from the dolls, sourcing different fabrics, and selecting different re-hue pens.

All he had planned on doing was dropping them off, and now here he was, fixing them.

But there was definitely nowhere else he’d rather be than where he was right now.

Wandering over to the recording studio on the other side of the control panel, he flicked through a few of the screens that hummed to life, but found it hard to keep his eyes from drifting.

“Your outfit is pretty cute. Were you going to one of the parties or a date?” He watched out of the corner of his eye to avoid facing her directly. But he wished he had when he saw the beautiful rosy color from earlier spread across her cheeks and bloom all the way to the tips of her elegantly pointed ears. “I hope I didn’t ruin any of your plans.”

A tiny squeaked, “Thank you,” came long before the rest of her response. “No date. A celebration actually. I don’t normally dress sooo…..” she waved her hands at her body.

“Oh?” The audio track he needed began to play loudly in the speakers around him, blaring out high notes neither of them were prepared for. Marinette nearly fell from the stool she’d placed herself on, naked doll and hue-pens flying, as he scrambled to turn it down. “Sorry!”

“I’m okay! I’m okay!” Her hands were waving him off as she went in search of her things, dropping onto her hands and knees. He could see her crawling around underneath the control panel, skirt bobbing dangerously. Pale skin flashed, and the bare curve of her rear came into view for a moment’s breath, before her skirt dipped to cover her once more.

“I’m definitely on the naughty list,” he muttered. Taking a moment to himself, Luka closed his eyes and dropped into the swivel chair behind him, swivelling slowly. Think about something else. Anything else.

“Are you kidding me? After we fix this fiasco right before launch, we are going on the Nice list for sure. I would know!” Luka stopped spinning to find Marinette settled on her stool and working on the dolls once more.

“There’s no way you’ve ever been on the Naughty List.”

Mischievous blue eyes looked over at him, sending his heart fluttering once more, before she grinned. “I’ve been on the Naughty List.”

He sat up in his seat, intrigue pulling him to full attention. With an impatient flick of his wrist, the screen between them flew off to the right, taking the lyrics with it.

“Do tell.”

“Wellll, I got in trouble for a little breaking and entering and theft of personal property,” he watched her lips roll between her teeth as she tried to keep up her nonchalant facade. He blinked, surprised none the less.

“Hardcore,” he grinned, thoroughly satisfied when her face flamed up again.

“I didn’t keep it!” She squeaked out and he couldn’t stop the laugh that bubbled out of his chest.

“I believe you,” he winked. Her blush deepened, and she swivelled away to hide the way she bit into her lip. Damn did that feel good.

Pulling the lyrics back in front of him, he set about analyzing the song and tune, easily working silently in the space with her. He took a quick glance at the countdown, and breathed a sigh of relief when it read five minutes ‘til launch still.

Positioning the microphone in front of his face, he lost himself in the song. Testing out his ability to reach with his vocals, muscles he didn’t get the chance to use as frequently as his other band members.

“Wow.”

Luka looked up to find Marinette only a few paces away, clutching a full arms worth of redesigned dolls. The amazement on her face, brought blood rushing to his own cheeks. He cleared his throat awkwardly, and poured more focus than necessary into saving the music file.

“You’re beautiful-- I-- I mean your voice is beautiful! I didn’t know you could actually sing,” she was setting the dolls down and moving closer, the smell of sweet baked goods surrounding her and intoxicating his senses.

“Well, these dolls look like they should be on collector’s shelves.” He lifted one of the ice queens up, marvelling at Marinette’s ability to not only change the entire outfit but make it better than the original. He followed her lead as she sent the dolls through a reprogramming shoot, catching them at the end to repackage them. “You didn’t learn those skills from the mass production team.”

The smile on her face caught his attention. The way it lifted her cheeks, set light to her eyes. She pulled the doll from his fingers, and he realized he’d been staring.

“No. I actually learned on my own. It’s a hobby of mine- making clothes. So doing it in miniature wasn’t too hard.” The machines around him were shutting down as he realized she had already finished packing everything away. Not to be the worst helper around, he carried most of the boxes back to the pallet. “Your voice. It really is amazing, you know.” She turned to him brightly as he powered the hover units back on, and the hand truck lifted from the ground. “You remind me of one of my favorite performers! Jolly Stone!”

“I love Jolly Stone! I’m actually in a band, we’re performing later tonight. If you’d like, you could come watch us perform. We’re not famous or anything. Just my sister and two of our friends.”

“Oh. That sounds fun, but I’ve got my party right after this! Which actually-” she glanced at the countdown- ”I’m late for! It’s five minutes ‘til launch!” He watched her devolve into panic, frantically searching for her things. She looped a scarf around her neck, slipping her arms into a long coat that fell past her skirt. Standing on one leg, she attempted to put her heels on, before tipping forward. With speed he wasn’t aware he’d possessed, he leapt forward catching her in his arms before she could take a spill onto the floor.

Sugar plum fairies were going to be dancing in his dreams tonight.

Delectably sweet smelling, and tantalizingly light in his arms. He found himself molding her small frame to his body as he lifted her to her feet. Those bright blues caught him again, and parted lips begged for him to lean in. Painfully he let his hands drift away from her body once he was sure she was steady, and immediately he wished he hadn’t.

Her next attempt was far more successful, and even still he offered his arm to her as they left the art department. When her hand slipped around his elbow to secure herself, he let the smile show on his face. Then let the grin take over, when Marinette dipped her face down, blush rising up her ear tips.

“I don’t wear heels often. I’m a total klutz, I should’ve known better.” He frowned at her self admonishment, but kept any comments to himself. “I just thought they went so well with my outfit. Plus I wanted to look cute for my party.”

“Right, this party. You said it was a celebration and you’re late?”

“Oh, yes! My old coworkers and friends are throwing me a party for my promotion. I’m actually from district South 12th. I was, um, going through some things. Naughty List and all,” an embarrassed giggle slipped free, but she continued on. “So, when I saw a management position pop up in South 10th’s Art Department, I applied for it. Today was my first day.”

“First of all, congratulations on the promotion. Second, I’m sorry to hear you were going through some things, but I’m not sorry that it led you here. Otherwise I’m not sure I would’ve met you.” He gave her a small bump with his arm, but made sure to keep a tight grip on her hand just in case.

“Me too.” And when he glanced down she was smiling brightly to herself.

“So after we drop these off at Wrappings, I could walk you to your party if you’d like? I have to meet my sister in South 12th anyways.”

“Does your sister work in South 12th?”

“Yeah, she’s in the music department though. Not art, so not sure you’d know her.” As they came around the corner, they found themselves in line with the other last minute toy deliverers.

“I actually have friends in music!” Luka watched as her face scrunched up in thought, nose wiggling adorably. “Hmmm, Couffaine.... Wait a second!” She turned to him, eyes searching his face, furrow finding her brows. “Juleka’s last name used to be Couffaine. Are you related to her?”

And this was the moment when Luka realized that the whole Christmas-Magic-works-in-mysterious-ways thing his mother always claimed, was in fact, real.

“That’s my sister,” he chuckled, watching the excited surprise on her face.

“She never mentioned having a hot brother!” The loud gasp, before she slapped a pale hand over her mouth made him laugh harder. “I mean… she never mentioned having a brother,” she sputtered.

“Of course she wouldn’t. I’m lame in her book.” Externally he was playing it cool, but internally he was pretty sure his insides were about ready to burst. The most amazingly adorable and badass elf he had ever met thought he was hot.

A Wrappings coordinator waved them towards a platform to leave their pallet on, and Luka took the opportunity to calm his excitement, so that he didn’t look like a giddy cherub when he sauntered back to her side.

“You know, Jueka was going to my party. And I’m not sure if you had any other plans, but if you have time before your performance… you could come celebrate with us. It’s not just a coworkers thing. But if you don’t want to or don’t have time, I totally understand. It is last second after all, and you barely know me-”

“Marinette.” Her lips clamped closed suddenly, and those eyes he was beginning to truly lose himself too, watched him.

“I would love to go to your party with you. My performance isn’t until right before the Christmas Dawn. I’ve got all night.” He slid his hands into his pockets, to keep them from reaching out to hold her again. The expressions crossing her face were a mixture of excitement and worry, but he kept his thoughts and limbs to himself while she worked out whatever was on her mind.

“Do.. do you have a date for Christmas Dawn?” So quiet, hesitant.

“Not unless my Ma counts,” he winked, heart beginning to pound again.

“Would you like to be mine?” YES. “I- I mean my date?” That too.

“I would love to be yours, Marinette- your date.” Pulling his hand free from his pocket, he offered it to her. She slipped her small hand into his without hesitation, smile setting her face aglow.

“Shall we?”

#Lukanette endgame #lukanette fluff #Luka and Marinette are Santa's Elves #This was too much fun to write #motherwoof writes

[girls-scenarios]

I Know You

Idol: Yuqi (G)I-DLE

Prompt: A Yuqi x Reader(Male/Female) prompt where they were childhood besties/lovers who broke up bcs of going separate directions for college but they meet again years later and fall in love all over again

Writer: Admin Kiwi

A/N: I had this scenario close to done and then my laptop stalled and deleted everything and I don’t feel like this rewrite is as good :’) but I hope you all still enjoy.

♡ Tip Jar♡

Yuqi’s days had a routine. She woke up early each morning, got ready in the same exact way, ate a piece of toast for breakfast, and drank a cup of tea for energy before she left for work. Working at an entertainment company could be pretty taxing, especially since she was a choreographer and dance teacher, meaning she was moving for most of the day. Having this routine not only helped her save energy while getting her caffeine fix for the day, but it also made sure that she was on time without trouble. It was easy and she never changed it.

So when she opened her cabinet to find an empty tea box, she couldn’t help but be frustrated. There wasn’t even any coffee hiding anywhere, and as she closed the cabinet, she groaned, rubbing her fingers against her forehead. There was no way she was going to make it through the day without some caffeine, and she debated how late she’d be if she stopped by Starbucks on the way to work. After a moment, she decided that being a little bit late was better than being tired all day, so she sighed and grabbed her sweater and bag, quickly checking that her long hair was curled perfectly before she slipped into her shoes and left the house.

As she walked, she internally cursed her past self for making her current situation so terrible. Then, as she turned the corner, she saw the line for Starbucks and groaned. People were waiting all the way to the door, and there was no way she would make it to work on time if she joined them. But still, she desperately needed caffeine. She could already feel a headache coming on.

Stopping, she looked around the busy city center. The entertainment company was only a few blocks away, down a side street, and as she tried to picture the surrounding stores, she remembered that there was a cafe tucked back near the company. Well, it might be better than Starbucks. She tightened her grasp on her bag and began to walk again, tucking her hair behind her ear and resisting the urge to kick at every pebble on the ground. What a day it was already shaping up to be.

When she turned the corner and approached the cafe, she let out a sigh of relief. The line was much shorter, and because the company was so close, she probably wouldn’t be late. Small mercies. With a small jerk, she opened the door and entered the cafe, looking around. It was small yet aesthetic, and she wondered why she’d never been inside before. The front of the cafe was all windows, letting in plenty of natural light, and behind the counter was a wood paneling wall with the name of the cafe in block letters surrounded by fairy lights. The back wall was covered in artwork and floating bookshelves with plants and books, and as she passed the tidy tables and booths, she couldn’t help but smile. These types of cafes were always so relaxing. It also helped that there weren’t near as many people inside as Starbucks.

As she reached the front of the line, she gave the barista a polite smile and ordered a simple latte with an extra shot of espresso (she was already mixing it up, why not get coffee instead) before moving over to the side to wait for her drink. She was zoning out, staring at the artwork, when a familiar voice startled her from her thoughts.

“Yuqi? Is that really you?”

As soon as she heard the voice, memories started flooding back and a pain long buried flared in her heart. Her head spun a bit as she turned around, her chest squeezing. There was no way. Was it really you, after all these years? Her eyes landed on the speaker, and the air escaped her lungs. It was you. Your eyes were wide with surprise and your mouth slightly open, and you’d changed, of course. You were older, your hairstyle had changed, and you were wearing professional clothes instead of a high school uniform. But she’d recognize your face anywhere.

“(Y/N)?” She finally managed to get out, shoving past her shock.

“Oh my god, it is you!” Your mouth slowly curved into a smile as you let out a short laugh of disbelief. “I can’t believe it!” As you stepped forward, Yuqi began to smile too, even though it was slightly bittersweet.

“After all these years, we finally meet again.” Her heart skipped a beat as she looked at your familiar smile and imagined holding hands with you again. It seemed like the feelings of first love really did never go away. She could feel her face heating up, but seeing you visibly swallow made her feel a bit better. You were nervous too. “How have you been? You look good.”

You flushed slightly. “Thank you, you do too. I’ve been well. University was pretty hard, but now I’ve got a good job a few blocks away from here and I have an apartment. So I’m doing well. How about you?”

“Same here,” she said softly, a bit lost in your eyes. “I actually work at the entertainment company next door.”

“Really? Then I’m surprised I’ve never seen you. I come in here pretty often.”

“Oh, I don’t usually stop for coffee. This is my first time here actually.”

“Well then, welcome.” You waved your arm around, gesturing playfully, and she laughed. For a moment, silence fell, before you cleared your throat. “I’m, um, really glad to see you again.”

“Me too,” she said truthfully, her heart beating faster in her chest. “I think about you pretty often, but I didn’t know how to find you again. I’m glad I came in here today.”

“So am I. It feels kind of like fate.” Once again, silence settled, but it wasn’t awkward. Suddenly, Yuqi felt like she was in high school again, a giddy feeling in her chest as she smiled at you and her palms sweaty. The world seemed to stop and disappear, leaving her alone with you in a bubble of nostalgia.

“A latte for Yuqi!” With that, the bubble popped, and the two of you jumped, awkwardly coughing and laughing. She took her latte with a smile and a blush before turning back to you.

“I really do have to get to work. But I want to see you again. If I give you my number, will you text me?”

“I’d be stupid if I didn’t,” you said, scoffing and making her giggle. Immediately, you pulled out your phone. “I’ll text you as soon as I get to my office.”

“Good. I’ll be waiting.” She smiled and patted your shoulder, butterflies jumping at the jolt she got from touching you again. “Have a great day, and I’ll see you soon.”

You grinned widely in return, nodding your head and giving her a wave. “You have a great day too, good luck at work!”

As Yuqi walked out of the cafe, she wrapped her hands around the warm latte and smiled to herself. She knew that the two of you would have to get to know each other again, and that things would never be the same as they were in high school, but she was almost happy for that. Her boring life bloomed with color, and as she strode into work with her head held high, she apologized for cursing her past self.

After all, the day had turned out great, all because of an empty tea box.

#femifics #(g)i-dle #(g)idle #idle #yuqi #(g)idle scenarios #(g)i-dle scenarios #yuqi scenarios #girl group scenarios #kpop scenario #girl groups #kpop girl groups

[need-a-fugue]

Why Not? - Chapter Two

Summary: With a garage to run and a young daughter to, well… run after, Bucky Barnes doesn’t exactly have time for dating. And with his relationship track record – and the constant meddling of a certain overbearing best friend – he’s not so sure that’s a bad thing. But then he meets Annie – a rather insistent, pretty damn cute fellow car enthusiast – and it’s got him asking himself, despite all his hesitations, why not?

Author’s Note: Written for Little Darlin’s Mystery AU Challenge. Thanks to @sourpatchkidsandacokecan​ for triggering this… sprawling thing simply by supplying me with the prompt of Mechanic!AU for Bucky. It’s taken on a life of its own already… look at what you’ve done!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x OFC

Warnings: Bit of angst, mostly fluff.

Chapter Two

“We just want to check the throttle shafts,” Bucky murmurs, bent low and looming over her tiny shoulder, pointing at the carburetor. “See? Right here. See that groove in it?” He cocks his head to watch her as she closely investigates, bright blue eyes a mirror of his own as they narrow, searching for the divot. A hint of her bubblegum tongue peeks out from the corner of her mouth as she tries to find the elusive mark. He feels a sudden swell of warmth collect in his center – in his chest, where this precious little girl lives, forever entwined with his heart – and the corner of his mouth pulls up into a crooked grin.

She nods firmly, one single, definitive bob of her head. “Yep.”

He pulls upright, dropping a steadying hand to her back as she leans even closer to get a better look. “That is our problem.”

“Oooh,” she breathes out, tone utterly genuine.

He takes a step back and watches as she gingerly pokes at the carb, careful not press too hard with her perfectly pudgy forefinger. And again he smiles, crooked and wistful, as he thinks back to the very first thing his father ever taught him about cars – and damn was there a lot that the old man had taught him. It was how to clean the carburetor. He was nine, maybe ten years old. And since that time he’d cleaned out, rebuilt, and replaced hundreds of carbs.

Of course, most of today’s cars are different beasts altogether, fuel-injection engines taking over and all but eliminating the pleasant pastime of solving puzzles like this. Nowadays it seems like he barely gets to solve anything at all. With a million and a half electronic sensors over every inch of every vehicle, always spinning out error codes and warnings, most of his time at the shop is spent plugging in a computer to read an error and then ordering some ridiculously expensive new sensor for a pain-in-the-ass repair that should take little more than twenty minutes, yet somehow takes up the whole damn day because some genius engineer decided to bury the tiny damn sensor under a dozen other damn parts that are damn near impossible to remove!

If Bucky had a dollar – even just one measly little dollar – for every time he chucked a tool and stormed off in frustration when working on some Mercedes or Audi or other fancy piece-of-shit car, well, he’d be able to buy Steve out of his half of the garage.

He’s pulled suddenly from his wandering reverie by the steady tap-tap of hard-soled shoes on the concrete floor. He straightens quickly, tearing his eyes away from his little girl just long enough to catch a glimpse of the woman approaching.

A subtle, ahem falls from her lips, followed by an almost nervous sounding, “Oh, hi,” when she sees him peek out from behind the car. “Hi.”

Bucky recognizes the woman immediately, despite the form-fitted suit and classy looking heels she’s wearing in lieu of her more typical cutoff shorts and T-shirt. “Hey,” he says, wide grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Bronco, right?”

She nods, bright smile splitting her face and setting off the deep dimples that he – for some inexplicable reason – remembered resided on either side of that pretty, full-lipped mouth. “Yeah. Yeah, you remember me?”

“Course,” he says with a nod of his own, his hand falling down to the shoulder of the little girl beside him, tugging her back a bit as she pitches forward on her stool and nearly topples into the engine compartment. “’75 Bronco wagon,” he announces, casually righting the kid and holding her steady without ever taking his eyes off of the woman. “Don’t see many of those around. Especially in the city.”

Her expression falters just a bit at the realization that he remembers her car more so than her. But she recovers quickly, flipping her long dark hair over her shoulder and stating simply, “Yeah, that’s my baby.”

He frowns suddenly, quickly wiping down his hands and stepping around the car to approach her. “Something wrong? Everything looked good when we did the oil change a few weeks back.”

“Oh,” she nearly exclaims. “Yeah. No. I’m… I’m not here for…” She steps closer, her fingers lazily trailing along the side of the Cobra, eyes ticking down to her feet as her cheeks gain a peculiar rosy blush. “I’m Mr. Stark’s personal assistant.” She reaches out a hand as though prepared to shake – as though they hadn’t already met before… over a blown-out tire, some rusted paneling, a busted transmission, and an oil change that she damn well could’ve done herself. “Annie.”

His eyes linger on her outstretched hand for a long moment before finally accepting the greeting. “Annie, huh?” he asks, kicking himself for not knowing that already, for having somehow committed her face to memory – and her car – but not her name.

She sputters nervously for a beat, about to correct herself – Angela – mentally tearing herself a new one for using her childhood nickname instead of the adult moniker that a woman should go by, when a scuffle and a squeal sound from behind the hood of the car as the little girl awkwardly hops down from her stool, shouting at a rather piercing level, “I’m Lana!”

Bucky steps back and grabs her by the arms to steady her and settle her on the firm ground, nudging the wobbling stool to keep it from tipping. He shakes his head fondly as she scurries over to the woman, bouncing on her heels in front of her.

Annie’s face seems to light up, her bright green eyes going wide and crinkling at the corners as she drops down to the four year old’s level. “Lana, well it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she says, extending her hand for a shake.

The girl accepts, dark ringlets bouncing in time with the body-quaking handshake she offers. And the corners of Bucky’s lips inadvertently tick up.

“Lana,” Annie repeats languidly, letting the two syllables dance over her tongue. “What a beautiful name.” The little girl lets out another giggle and releases her hand, hopping away, back to her father’s side. Annie watches her go for a moment, still grinning sunnily, before rising and slinking around the car, lazily tracing a finger over the fenders until she gets to the front and peeks under the hood. “How’s she coming along?”

“Not bad,” Bucky breathes out as he leans back and wipes his hands on a rag. “Think we might need to replace the throttle shafts. Right, baby?” he asks, glancing down at the kid by his side and giving her a little bump with his hip.

She hops back to avoid the hip check and gives her father a pointed don’t do that glare, the look being almost identical to the one he’s received on countless occasions from her mother. He stifles a laugh and rolls his eyes, ticking his chin at her to indicate that he’s still waiting on a response. She heaves a giant sigh and gives a definitive nod, lips tightly pursed, brow slightly furrowed. “Yes,” she states, very matter-of-factly before returning her gaze to the woman now reaching into the engine compartment.

“It’ll probably just be another day or two,” he tells her. “We should have everything I need, but I still want to check out the turbo.” He bends down, dropping a knee to take a quick glance beneath the car. “And I’d like to get her up to take a look at the suspension.”

“As long as you can get her driving like she used to,” she says. She looks down at him for a brief moment before her eyes narrow and tick to the side, a rather mirthful glow filling them to the brim.

Before he can turn to catch a glimpse of what she’s looking at, tiny arms attack him from behind, his little girl throwing herself into his back – from a full run, he’s sure – and gripping tightly around his neck. He pitches forward, awkwardly catching himself with one hand while his other moves to loosen her fingers and free his windpipe. Maniacal giggles echo in his ear, but all he can see is the bright, gentle smile of the woman standing above him.

He clears his throat once Lana’s grip slackens and reaches around to hoist his baby higher on his back, standing effortlessly and letting out a single rich laugh when her giggles turn to a swift shriek of excitement. She lets out a small oof and settles her arms around his shoulders, curling her warm body around him. “Sorry,” he murmurs, a bit bashfully. “There was an incident at daycare. We don’t usually let little monsters run free around here.”

Annie bites back a laugh, actually chewing the corner of her mouth to do so, and says simply, “I wondered why we hadn’t met before.”

He cocks his head at the woman, only just now registering what she had said about the car a moment ago. “You drove this?” he asks her, his voice carrying a hint of surprise as he casually bounces in place to keep his monkey-girl amused.

She chuckles lightly as she watches the little girl’s face continue to shine. “Yeah,” she breathes out. “Got a soft spot in my heart for Mustangs. We’re a Ford family.” Her eyes flicker over to meet Bucky’s. “My dad had one… a ’67 Shelby GT.”

“Ooo,” he intones with a hiss. “Nice.”

“Yeah. We restored it together. He’s still got her, though she’s trapped in his garage,” she says with a frightful countenance as she looks over at Lana and successfully pulls a giggle.

Bucky gives his girl another bounce and cranes his neck to look behind him. “Wanna tell her what’s living out back in our garage right now?”

She shoots her head out from behind her father’s, giant toothy grin on her face as she states proudly, “Stingray. 19…” Her voice fades off as she gives a dismissive shrug.

“68,” he supplies.

“Wow,” Annie responds, drawing out the word and nodding appreciatively, never taking her eyes off of the little girl’s satisfied face. “You’re really lucky.”

“Well,” Bucky starts, self-deprecating smirk blooming, “it’s not exactly – ”

“Lana!” cuts him off mid-thought, the call tumbling in from the back bay. Bucky spins to see Peter hopping towards them, goofy smile on the disheveled teen’s face as he approaches. “Hey,” he says, locking onto the little girl’s eyes as she peeks out over her dad’s head. “It’s lunch time. I thought you were gonna eat with me.”

She twists and tugs in an attempt to scurry off her father’s back, and he grunts out a, “Wait,” as he awkwardly dips to lower her to the floor. “Pete,” he mutters, standing back up and glancing at the kid. “How’s the Mazda going?”

“Oh, fine, Mr. Barnes,” he declares simply, giving a small nod as Lana takes a firm hold of his hand.

“Pete-er,” she corrects haughtily. “There’s a er, Daddy.” She tugs and pulls at Peter until he relents and lets her drag him over to her new friend. “That’s Annie.”

“Hi, Annie,” he says with a grin and a wave.

“She’s Stark’s assistant,” Bucky mutters with a raised brow.

“Oh, wow,” he intones, countenance lost somewhere between shock and intrigue. “That must be… something.”

She shrugs. “Sometimes it’s hell. Sometimes… heaven.”

“Pete,” Bucky starts before staring his little girl down and tacking on the, “er… wants to work for your boss someday.”

“Well, I mean… yeah…” the kids stutters out. “You know… maybe… I mean…”

Bucky chuckles lightly, catching a glimpse of the boy’s bright pink cheeks from the corner of his eye. He rocks back on his heels, shit-eating grin on his face as he goes on to say, “It’s all he’s been talking about since he showed up here with that Vette a few weeks back.”

Annie’s eyes narrow. “He brought the Corvette here?” she asks, brows furrowing in confusion.

“Yeah.” He shrugs. “Needed some body work. Passenger’s-side door, some paneling.”

The narrow gaze flips in an instant, eyes blowing wide. “He damaged the Corvette?” she asks, tone positively aghast.

“Yeah,” Bucky mutters, looking down as Lana grabs hold of his wrist and gives a swift, firm tug. “Something about parking in the city. What, baby?” he asks distractedly.

“I’m hungry,” she whines, hanging off of him and leaning back so far that her hair almost touches the ground.

“Your lunch’s in the fridge. Peter’ll help,” he tells her, voice low and soft as he gives the teen a swift nod and hands her off, watches as the two head back to the office. He turns back around just in time to see the shock on Annie’s face finally begin to wane, utter bewilderment filling in behind it. He laughs despite himself, the twist of her features, subtle crinkle of her nose as the gears so obviously click and sputter and turn inside her head. “No clue, huh?”

Her eyes pop up to meet his, suddenly freed from their ruminating. “Sorry,” she sputters. “No.”

His own brow twists in confusion as he recalls something the cocky billionaire had mentioned on that first visit to the shop. “He said his assistant recommended us. Was that you?”

Her mouth gapes open, bobbing helplessly for a long, silent moment as a deep red blush begins creeping up her neck. “Well, I mean… yeah. I… I mentioned you… Because I use you. I mean… not use you. I mean…”

He feels a laugh bubble up his chest, his jaw suddenly aching from holding a smile so wide and stretched. “You okay there, doll?” he asks through the chuckle, for some reason absolutely delighting in her sudden discomfort.

“What?” she bleats. “Oh, yeah. Yeah, sorry.”

He narrows his eyes at her suspiciously, though he’s not quite able to keep them from crinkling at the corners as amusement continues to wash over him. “What exactly did you mention to him?” he asks coyly, taking a single deliberate step forward. The blush blazes then, firing up her cheeks, extending to the very tips of her ears as her eyes dart frantically around the room.

“I don’t… what do you mean?”

It had been a long, long time since Bucky had made a girl blush, made her practically buzz with nervous yearning just from a look. Or at least it had been a long time since he’d taken notice of it. Natasha and Steve were always telling him, trying to point out to him the effect he has on women. She was totally flirting with you. That woman was eye-fucking your brains out. Stop being so dense. But, really, those two are more desperate to get him laid than he’d ever been himself. They’d say just about anything to get him to move on, move forward with his life. And let them live theirs.

And besides, he knew. Back in the day – the days before dirty diapers and marital strife and a struggling business – he hardly ever spent a Saturday night in his own bed. Or if he was in his own bed, there sure as shit wasn’t a cold, empty spot beside him.

But that was the old Bucky Barnes. It might’ve been a mere five or six years in calendar time, but to him it seemed like a lifetime ago.

And yet, when that old grin he used to wear – the cocky, teasing, suggestive crooked tilt – perks his lips in a familiar pull, it feels utterly natural. Just like muscle memory.

He takes another step closer, his eyes trailing down to Annie’s exposed clavicle, the part of her body where the blush tapers off to show subtly tanned flesh peeking out from beneath a pale pink silk blouse. “You said you mentioned me,” he reminds her, quirking an eyebrow as he locks onto her deep green eyes, the color eerily similar to the pristine paint job on the Cobra at their side. “To Stark… what’d you tell him?”

She clears her throat, blinking only once to collect her composure. The bright red remains splashed across her skin, but her eyes settle on his, her once agape mouth pulling into a tight, firm line, twisting up at the edges to show off the effort being put into biting back a smile. “I told him,” she starts, small, subtle lilt to her voice. “That you were great with the Bronco.” His brow lifts higher, a silent invitation for her to go on, and she cocks her own high to match. “And that you were cute. And that I might… I don’t know…” She shrugs, her gaze ticking away for just a fraction of a moment. “Be… interested.”

He nods slowly, appreciatively, and does his best to shift his face into an impassive mask. “You told Tony Stark I’m cute?”

She snorts out a laugh, loud and utterly undignified. “Yeah, I guess I did.”

His brows twist together, face pinching tightly in a sudden realization. “He was checking me out. Sizing me up,” he mutters vaguely, lips parting as he huffs out a quick, “Huh.”

“I didn’t tell him to,” she says abruptly, pitching forward onto her toes, seeming a little too enthusiastic with her denial. “I never asked… I mean…” She shakes her head and breathes out a laugh. “He gets sort of attached to his assistants. The ones that last anyway. He’s getting ready to marry one of them.”

Bucky’s mouth clamps shut, lips curling into a frown.

She laughs again. “I didn’t mean…that made him sound sort of creepy. No, it’s just… when you devote yourself to work all the time, the only real friends you make are, you know, at work.”

“So Tony Stark is your friend. And your boss. And your… matchmaker?”

“No,” she bleats out. Then, “Maybe,” amid a rather perplexed look. She shrugs. “He means well.”

“He put me through the fucking inquisition,” he mutters, feeling suddenly nervous. He brings an open palm to the back of his neck, scratches wildly at his scalp as his face twists. “Did he… did he tell you that? Or… tell you anything?” he asks, thinking back and trying to recall just how many bullshit answers he gave the man, how many irritated glares and fabricated stories.

A brilliant smile rolls over her face, one that somehow manages to immediately put him at ease, his fingers slowly slipping from his hair and back down to his side, casually tucking into his pocket. “He just told me that he gave me an in… and then said I should go check on the Cobra.”

“Ah,” he breathes out simply, rocking back on his heels.

“So,” she drawls out languidly before beginning to awkwardly pivot back and forth on the balls of her feet. Her hands clasp tightly behind her back, eyes nervously roaming the floor for a brief moment before rising to meet his. They seem to lighten two full shades as they lock onto his – admittedly – curious gaze. “Can I buy you dinner?”

#bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfic #ldamc #dad!bucky #bucky barnes x original #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes imagine #marvel fanfic #avengers fanfiction #bucky x oc #avengersau #marvelau #bucky x original female character #bucky barnes x original female character #bucky barnes x oc

[s1cparvism4gna]

I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: cursing and violence

Pairings: Chloe Frazer x Nadine Ross x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch , @courtenbae

Chapter 11

Sunny’s POV

We’d gone through another fort, tucked in a lakebed this time. We ended up going there first instead of the mountain. It was closer than we thought. This job seemed absolutely keen on testing my patience. I’m not sure if anyone really has noticed, but me and heights are not friends. Not even in the slightest. Try as I might, I just couldn’t deal with the fact that one day I might fuck up and fall into the unknown. But with Chloe’s coaching, I managed to be able to climb a couple of cliffs without a massive panic attack. Nadine, who I thought would tease me the most, was actually the most nurturing if you could believe it. And once again, we’d fought through a small clan of insurgents. Afterwards, we found another puzzle, just like the first. With the disc in its slot, I was able to jumble about pieces that formed into a bow and arrow this time. A little more difficult though as the pieces seemed to rotate around each other. But I handled it. It was easier than most puzzles I was subjected to solving. Just like before, the puzzle’s panel flipped, displaying a carved image of Parashurama and bars jutted out from the sides. Knowing what to do, Nadine and Chloe went to turn the crank.

“Alright let's do this.” Nadine said as I took a few steps back but Chloe stopped her.

“Now, now- hold on. What’s to say it’s water again? What if it’s like… fire or something this time?” She asked with a straight face. Nadine narrowed her eyes at her and shook her head.

“You’re messing with me.” Nadine said cautiously.

“Am I?” Chloe asked with a smirk. Nadine stared at her a bit longer before Chloe’s smile cracked. “I’m totally messing with you.” She chuckled. This woman had a talent for making lies sound factual. A talent much like a certain Drake I knew. She could deep fry a rat and tell me it was chicken and I’d believe her. The more I drew these similarities to each other, the more insecure I became. She was just like him…. just his type. My heart shattered at the thought of them being together again. I needed to see him. All I wanted to do was punch him for being an idiot. I sighed and began to light myself a cigarette as they turned the cranked. Again, water began to swell beneath us and burst out of the gutter in front of the platform. Another waterfall began to form in the relief that could be seen from all distances.

“Hm. I’m a little disappointed it isn’t fire.” Chloe said, elbowing Nadine in her side. A small smile threatened to pull on her lips before she began watching the waterfall. I could sense a bit of frustration from her.

“The Hoysala went to an absurd amount of trouble to hide the tusk.” She said, pacing back and forth behind her. Chloe shrugged and put her binoculars away.

“Welp. The Tusk was the symbol of Hoysala dominance. Representing their wealth and their might…” Chloe explained.

“Like a trophy… The Persians definitely would’ve wanted that.” I mumbled loud enough for her to hear. She snapped and finger gunned me for a split second before zoning out again.

“My dad always thought that the tusk was something even greater though…” She hummed.

“Wait. Your dad was after the tusk?” Nadine asked. The story just kept growing.

“Oh, my dad was obsessed with it.” Chloe said, her brows crinkled together in what seemed like resentment. I readjusted myself against a pillar as I listened to her talk. “All our money wasted on fruitless expeditions…”

“Heard that one before…” Nadine seemed to understand what that felt like. Me on the other hand… I only wished my dad had left on account of some great adventure. But no. He just couldn’t stand being around me anymore. I couldn’t relate. Nadine nodded her head as she began to piece Chloe’s story together. This was the most she’d ever revealed herself. To anyone. “So what came of it?” She asked. Chloe looked about aimlessly as she scrambled her brain for the answer. But the truth…

“I don’t know…..” she sighed as she tilted her head, her voice dripping in disappointment. She chuckled as she began to reminisce on the shitty times. “Well he sent me and my mum away…. Said it was no longer safe… and off to Australia we went….” she sighed uncomfortably. I frowned and hung my head, pulling in my cigarette and exhaling smoke. “And now here I stand….. on the outskirts of Halebidu…. that’s pretty funny.” It was crazy how life worked. How her father could never get close to this and yet Chloe has gotten closer than he ever could. If anyone deserves to find this thing, it was definitely her.

“Well at least your accent makes sense now…” Nadine chuckled softly. “Frazer’s not exactly an Indian surname either…”

“It was my mum’s.” Chloe said simply as she pulled her map to mark it up again.

“Speaking of accents… I’ve been meanin’ to ask you, Nadine… What in the fuck is your accent?!” I asked, trying to break the ice. I’d suddenly gotten tired of holding so much animosity. Nadine burst into a giggle.

“South African. Yours?”

“Texan. Nothin’ real special. I don’t speak in cursive like y’all.” I chuckled, pulling on my cigarette. Nadine suddenly giggled a little.

“Cursive. Wow.” Chloe laughed. I patted her on the shoulder on my way out.

“Let’s get goin’.” I grinned.

The way down was much easier than the way up. A passageway that wasn’t there before opened up and led us right to where we parked the 4x4. We began driving so as to not waste any time. I looked at Nadine in the side view mirror and her light eyes seemed to wander all over the place as she thought.

“It’s interesting. I get why Asav wants the tusk now. I thought maybe he just wanted it for the money like us.”

“He’ll use it to rally people to his cause. Wave it in the government’s face. Just like all the other times.”

“The other times? This happened before?” I asked in confusion.

“Oh yeah. Ever since the young king lost to the Persians. Everyone’s wanted to lay claim to it. To this land.”

“I thought this was just a treasure hunt...” Nadine commented.

“It is. Let men like Asav fight over it. It’s none of our concern— SHIT!”

Suddenly, a ball of fire seemed to fly right by us and land on the rocky wall near us, causing a huge explosion. The car bounced back a little from the force but it was fine nonetheless. Posted up on the ruins was another troop of men, taking deadly aim and firing at us from a distance with what looked like a China Lake. Mud kicked up at the spin of the wheels and the engine growled as Chloe whipped the vehicle about. She powered through as another one flew near but missed us and hit the ground before us. Nadine and I pulled our guns and began firing away as cover. Bullet sprayed across the field as we traded shots. And almost a little too easily, Chloe managed to get us out of there quickly and unharmed. “She who drives away, lives another day, I say!” She chuckled as I placed a hand over my heart to calm myself. I still hadn’t relaxed from the last fight. Another bout of adrenaline began to surge and I groaned. This job was a tease. I wanted action; I wanted to blow shit up, stab something, knock a couple heads. And every time I got the littlest taste, it was soon over. It was frustrating really. I just wanted to take some stress out on these guys and it wasn’t happening!

“You do realize fighting wars was my concern for a time.” Nadine mentioned.

“You did it for money though.” I pointed out.

“Usually.”

“And what about for Asav? What was that for?” I asked. She scoffed.

“Definitely a cash grab. Hardly worth the trouble.” She said. Chloe and I squealed like the couple of girls we were.

“Why do it then?” Chloe asked.

“I needed to establish my rep. So I figured I’d start with the worst of the bunch.”

“Guess from there, there’s nowhere to go but up!” I said with sarcasm. The girls both laughed. For once, the three of us were getting along. And that was good. I couldn’t help but wonder for how long though… We hadn’t run into any real trouble and there was no word from Sam yet. ‘I hope you’re okay…’ I thought for a moment. On one hand, I hoped he was safe and unharmed. On the other, I wanted to beat him up myself. For the meantime, the three of us were handling things just fine on our own. It was nice to be working with women for a change. We were only missing Elena...

For a while we began talking about everything from how we all got our start in the Life, what we’d found, where we’d been… At this point I found out Chloe had never been to the states which was insane! I promised I’d let her visit and that I’d show her around San Francisco. I even thought to invite Nadine if we managed to be cool by the end of this. we’d taken out more insurgents and just like that, we were on our way to the last puzzle. The fort we passed through to get there though, I hated. We had to swim through the lake to get by. Not only were my clothes wet but now so was my hair and my cigarettes… I couldn’t stress it enough: I hated it. Afterwards, the job managed to get a bit more exciting. Things were looking up. Inside a dark and musty room was a newer puzzle; statues that seemed to move with each pillar we stepped on.

“Well I’ll be go to hell… That’s elaborate.” Chloe said as the pillars rose from the ground at the turn of a crank. I stared at the mechanism and then longer at the statue. It was towering and golden, shaped like a warrior with a red jewel stuck in its chest. The faint sunlight that drew in seemed to make it glitter. In its hand was one massive axe. It was old but I was damn sure that thing still worked. Within three steps, the statue had risen its axe and swiped across. I could feel the wind from its quick motions from where I stood. Nervously, I hopped back the way I came in, looking at my path again to make sure it was correct. If I let it hit me, I’d be more than dead.

“Oh fun… Felt that one go by...” I grumbled as Chloe rubbed my shoulders.

“You can do this!” She told me with a fake tone of encouragement.

“Yeah… I got it…” I said, absolutely unsure if I really did. Nadine winced as she looked at the contraption.

“Are you sure you can solve that?” She asked me. I nodded as I ran my fingers through my wet curls and adjusted my pants. I bounced on my toes and shook off the nerves that began to prick at me like needles. Chloe made a face and placed a hand on top of my head.

“I can do this for you if you want, Sun—”

“No, no. I got this…..” I said, eyeballing it a little longer. Then suddenly it clicked for me. I could see the path. “Yeah…. yeah I got this.” I said, jumping onto the first pillar. I was able to get through it and the girls could walk over the pillars without the threat of a swinging statue. On the other side was a cliff and a beautiful view of the mountainous terrain, topped with fog and colorful trees. I watched the look on Nadine’s face as Chloe stopped to marvel at the sight. I punched her in the arm subtly with a teasing smile and she averted her gaze, shaking her head. The three of us ended up taking a selfie in front of the pretty green mountains, bunny fingers, goofy faces and all. It was nice.

As we followed the cliff into another dingy room, we’d come upon another puzzle. Just like the first but with more statues and increasingly more difficult. I sighed.

“Shall I take this one?” Chloe asked me. I shook my head.

“Lemme pull my weight. I got it.” I said. Throughout the trip, I barely contributed anything useful other than brute force. This was the time that I got to actually do something. To prove my worth to the team. I had to just nut up and do it. Although I was still pissed at him, I could hear Sam’s voice in my head. ‘Don’t think about it. Just do it.’ I heard him say, thinking about the way his thumbs would rub over the bone of my hips in comfort. I put a hand on my hip for a moment and took a deep breath before I turned the crank, watching the statues set and the pillars rise from the floor. This time there was one golden warrior statue and two silvers with a blue jewel in its chest. I jumped out to the first pillar and all three statues moved into their ready positions. It was harrowing almost. One wrong move and that was my whole head. I worked out a pattern halfway through until suddenly I had gotten stuck. I’d forgotten which way I’d just come from and I was planted right in front of a statue that was ready to swing at me. I was fucked. Royally. “Um…. g-guys!” I cried out nervously. “I fucked it…. I’m lost!”

“What do you mean ‘you’re lost’?!” Chloe shouted.

“I mean I’m lost, bitch! I fucked up! I don’t remember which pillar I jumped from!” I started to panic, pressing my hands to my cheeks and looking around me. I couldn’t figure out what was next. Surprisingly, Nadine was the calm in the storm.

“That’s okay! I was watching. Just give me a second…” I heard Nadine shout to me. Now my life was in her hands. I could only pray that she didn’t have the hesitation that I did. I crouched to hug my knees as I watched the two women bicker about something; I was too far away to really hear what about. After at least twenty minutes went by, I chewed on my lip anxiously as my mind began to overthink and wonder about all the people I loved in my life. Sweet, sweet Erik. My truest and oldest friend. I’ve treated him horrible the past year. And through it all he still loved me. With every flaw. Kitty Cat… the little sister I’d always wanted. Sure she was a little hard headed; stubborn, mouthy, and maybe even a little bit of an asshole! But I loved her and took care of her to the best of my abilities. Natey; the man who brought me into a better life and took me to places I could only ever dream of. His lovely wife Elena, Chloe, Sully, even Nadine… And Sam. God damn that man. The man who made me suddenly feel and want to feel again. I was then ripped from my depressive thoughts as I heard my name being called from a distance. I stood up and leaned forward, hoping to hear them better.

“Move to your left and jump backwards!” I heard Nadine shout. I did as I was told and the statue before me just missed me. The three of us screamed as it’s axe swiped by, cutting through the air. That gave me three more moves to make. I grinned and looked back at the two.

“Alright, I think I got it now!” I shouted back. I figured out how to get around the third statue and completed the puzzle. The girls were able to jump through safely once again. As soon as Chloe got off her platform, she ran to hug me tightly. It startled me but eventually I settled into it.

“I thought we’d lost you.” She grunted. She hugged me tighter and squished my face with her hands. “Lord knows what I’d tell anybody if anything ever happened to you.”

“That I died being dope. That’s all. That’s the announcement.” I joked, making her giggle. Nadine smiled to herself as she watched Chloe embrace me. After I managed to pry myself from Chloe’s arms, I walked over to Nadine and stuck a hand out to her.

“Thanks… for gettin’ me outta there.” I mumbled. She just smiled and shook my hand.

“Now we’re even.” She said simply. Suddenly, I could hear Chloe groaning in the next room. We ran inside to see what the problem was. When I did, I just about wanted to cry. Another puzzle. Five statues. Three gold, two silver, more nerves.

“Please tell me this is all.” I huffed.

“We’ll watch this time. Just in case you get stuck again.” Nadine told me reassuringly. I nodded at her and turned the crank. I stood at the starting point and the gate dropped down for me to begin. Each pillar in front of a statue made me sweat. Every time seemed like a reminder that my life was in this thing’s grasp. Though this one took a little longer, with help, I got through it. I stood at the end triumphantly and tiredly.

“Well done, Spurrs. Let’s hope there’s not another.” Nadine told me, patting my back.

“PLEASE NO!” I exclaimed.

“You mean you didn’t like it?” Chloe asked sarcastically. I made a face at her and she chuckled. “Shall we?” She gestured to the stone steps before us.

“Fuckin’ please.” I said, starting up the steps to get away from the death trap I’d just completed.

Just like the others, the last jigsaw puzzle was under a stone gazebo, overlooking the mountains with a clear view of the relief. The puzzle was like the last; the pieces rotated around one another. But I solved the puzzle to show the image of an axe. The panel flipped to reveal a carved likeness of Shiva and the crank bars sprung from its sides like the others.

“Let’s give it a turn then.” Chloe said grabbing one end and Nadine grabbing the other. I stepped back to watch them turn it when suddenly Chloe’s bar snapped and she fell face first into the grass and moss. I covered my mouth and giggled loudly.

“I told you it was dangerous.” Nadine smiled, helping her up. “Are you hurt?” She asked, giving her a once over. Chloe blinked at her a moment as she placed a hand on her cheek, checking for bumps or bruises. She smiled back and pushed her bangs off of her face.

“Just my dignity.” She cracked. It was like watching a shitty Rom-Com. My heart swelled watching the two of them. Chloe was still clueless but I was sure she’d get the hint eventually. I had faith. They both shared Nadine’s bar and pushed together to turn the crank. We already knew what to expect by then. The rumble, the noises, the gutter. And just like that, the waterfall in the relief was completed. The three of us stood at the edge to admire what we’d gone all over creation to finish. In the corner of my eye, I saw Chloe peek at Nadine from her binoculars with a smirk.

“Y’know… you’re pretty good at treasure hunting.” She told her. Nadine smiled to herself and glanced at the mountain.

“I’m a quick study.” She answered proudly, crossing her arms. Chloe pulled out this small golden piece she’d been constantly playing with since the job started. She tossed it in her hand in thought.

“One question though…” she began. Nadine turned her head and batted her long lashes. “I reckon you could pretty much do anything you want. Why are you so keen to get Shoreline back?” She asked. The question seemed to catch Nadine off guard. She tilted her head like she’d just asked the dumbest question.

“Seriously?” She asked. Chloe just nodded, awaiting an answer. I was rather curious myself. As efficient as she was, as talented as she was, why did she want some bullshit mercenary corp back? She began listing reasons off with her fingers. “My partner turns my own men against me. My lieutenant makes off with the bounty. Sunny got away.” I frowned as she pointed at me. Libertalia was a sticky situation for everybody. But she continued. “Nathan and Samuel Drake get off scot free, and you wanna know what I want Shoreline back?” I winced at the mention of the boys. There would always be that sore spot between us when it came to them. Chloe narrowed her eyes at her, chewing on her lip before answering solidly.

“Yeah.” She said. Nadine looked at her a moment, readying her mouth for the answer. Whatever it was, it seemed like it was still hard for her to accept.

“It was on my watch.” She replied somberly. She wrinkled her brows and hugged herself as she looked out at the foggy mountaintops. “I lost it on my watch.” In a way, I understood. She had a responsibility and it got out of hand. I didn’t exactly make her job easy for her either. I sort of felt bad for that.

“I’m sorry?” I mumbled. I wasn’t really sure what I was apologizing for but I felt like it needed to be said.

“‘I’m sorry’?” Nadine repeated, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Yeah. For what it’s worth, I think you’re a kick ass chick. And I’m sorry things didn’t pan out well for you.”

“You were one of the reasons it didn’t.” She said.

“Yeah… but to be fair, you shot me.”

“And then your bloody boyfriend almost shot me!” She yelled.

“He is NOT my boyfriend!” I snapped. This was what I got for trying to be nice.

“Quit lying to yourself, Spurrs! This whole trip, you’ve done nothing but mope about something you claim doesn’t bother you!” She snapped, turning around to point an aggressive finger at me. Chloe groaned audibly and continued to play with her gold piece as Nadine threw a bitch fit because things hit too close to home. “My advice: stop mucking around with some guy who screws other people to hurt you. Just because you and I are square, doesn’t mean I don’t still have it in for him. He better be lucky he’s not here today because the second I get the chance, he’s dead. And I mean that.” She seethed. I snarled at her protectively. She’d have to go through me before I let that happen. Before I could even respond, she turned her attention back to Chloe, clearly annoyed.

“What is that thing you keep playing with?!” She snapped. Chloe smirked, amused by her annoyance.

“It’s my ‘stress toy’.” She answered. “It showed up in the mail a few weeks after we got to Australia…”

“Nice. Can we go now? As far as we know we’re ahead of this guy…” I said, my eyes never leaving Nadine’s. It seemed as if whatever animosity that was between us would never be resolved. As long as I was in alliance with the Drake brothers, she’d never truly reconcile anything with me. For the moment, that was fine. I wasn’t looking for new friends and I didn’t need them. But like the professional I tried my hardest to be, I pushed it aside to get the job done. As we headed back to the car, I listened to Chloe give her a short and sweet pep talk on how it was okay to fail. Similar to a talk I’d given Sam in Libertalia. At this point, I just wanted to get the job over with. I was tired, hungry, damp from water and sweat, it was hot, and I was worried. Suddenly, Chloe’s phone began to beep. The fact that she even remotely got a signal here was impressive. The expression on her face, not so much. She looked at me before fixing her face as Nadine turned around. What had happened? Was it Sam? I could exactly ask as we were keeping him away from Nadine. So I left it alone until later. With that, we got back to the 4x4 and set out for the relief in the mountain.

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[radiosteve]

Need Your Loving Tonight Ch. 11

Summary: You spend the entire day in studio with the band before something happens and the boys need your help.

Note: Me posting before midnight? That’s crazy! Hope you like this chapter because things are going to heat up a little in the next one. So get ready! As always, the italicized part is the reader’s thoughts. This photo is one that I found on google. I do not own any rights to it. If you want to be added to the taglist send me a message or an ask and I’ll add you!  

Warnings: Language

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader, John Deacon x Reader

Words: 3.5k+

  November 11, 1972

 “No, no. Brian, you need to put more soul into it. It’s not someone else’s song, it’s yours. Play it like you mean it,” Freddie’s voice traveled through the microphone into the recording booth. Brian’s curly hair shook violently as he nodded along, readjusting his grip on his guitar before signaling for the track to play again. The melodic notes squeaked through the studio’s speakers as Brian redid the one guitar part that he had been trying to master for the last thirty minutes. You sat on the couch along the back wall, peering over the head of the sound booth technician, trying to see your best friend recording his solo once more. 

 You’d been in the studio with the boys all day and your eyes felt dry and heavy from the lack of natural light. The boys had recorded a little less than half of the album throughout the long hours of the day. They’d each taken turns going in and out of the booth to record their own instrument. But their favorite part of recording was the singing. As they all stumbled into the booth, throwing headphones over their ears, you could see the passion filling their eyes. It all felt so surreal to them. Surreal to you too. To think that these four talented men were effectively fulfilling their dreams with a few recordings seemed insane. Your closest friends, that were destined for something much larger than could be imagined, were playing these songs. Songs that could kick start their career. 

 Your gaze pulled from Brian as you watched Roger slump back into the room. He’d left about fifteen minutes ago for a smoke break and something within you wished to accept his offer to join. While your taste for cigarettes was starting to slow, it only seemed to heighten when Roger was around. Maybe it was because of that May night two years ago when Roger’s lips tasted of honey and smoke. But then again, there was something about the taste of honey now that made you want to gag. Roger plopped down in a chair near the desk, looking into the booth. His body swayed slightly, and his eyes looked lost. Freddie leaned into the microphone once more, praising Brian for his performance and instructing him to come out of the booth. It wasn’t until Fred looked down beside him that he noticed that Roger had come back in.

 “My god, you smell like booze,” Freddie threw a hand to his chest as he gasped dramatically. Your ears perked up and Brian walked into the room, hearing Freddie’s words. John stood up from his spot on the other end of the couch, trying to get a look at Roger. 

“Great, that’s great,” Brian threw his hands in the air, angrily looking at Roger. “We’ve still got two hours left in the studio and our drummer is completely wasted.”

 “I thought he was just going out for a smoke break,” John’s voice chimed in from behind everyone. 

 “Yes, well I guess he thought that a few drinks wouldn’t hurt,” Freddie ran his hand through his hair, pulling his bangs back from his face. “What has gotten into him. He’s been acting like this all week,” the boys nodded along as you sunk into your spot on the sofa. You had noticed the change in Roger’s behavior throughout the week as well. He’d been much more reckless and impulsive lately. Ever since that night at the club last week, Roger had been acting out left and right. And you couldn’t help but think that you were the reason. As selfish as it may sound, it appeared as though Roger’s mood changed the second he saw you pressed against John on the dancefloor. A wave of guilt flooded your body as your hand came up to press against your forehead and John glanced over at you. 

 “Well, how are we supposed to keep recording without a drummer to do the backtracks?” Brian crossed his long arms over his chest as he puffed angrily. You kept watching as the boys looked around at each other over top of Roger. It wasn’t until you heard a muffled grunt that realized Roger was trying to speak. 

 “I’m fine, guys. I can still play, easy peasy,” Roger giggled out as his words slurred. You felt your eyes roll while Brian stared down at Roger with an incredulous look etched across his face. Brian turned bright red and John quickly grabbed Brian’s arm, trying to restrain him from doing something he might regret. Roger tried to stand up from his chair before he slipped and fell right to the floor. “Woah,” he breathed out, looking up towards the ceiling. “Someone better turn off the boat, ‘cause the room’s rocking,” Roger chuckled at his own joke and sank down onto the floor so that he was laying down. Freddie tried his best not to laugh at his drunken friend, but you only felt pity fill your heart. It’s my fault that he’s like this right now. 

 “As amusing as you may find this, Fred,” Brian spoke, his words laced with annoyance. “We can’t finish recording for the day if we don’t have a drummer,” Freddie looked up at Brian, not finding Roger’s antics funny anymore. It was just then when an idea came to John.

 “Y/n can play the drums. She can do the backtracking for us today so we can record the other instruments and vocals. Then Roger can just redo them when he’s sober,” everyone’s head whipped in your direction, including Roger’s from his spot on the floor and you felt your cheeks heat up. Brian walked over to you and kneeled down in front of the couch that you sat on. He grabbed your hands from your lap, wrapping them in his.

 “I know what you’re going to say, but please. Please help us just for today,” Brian brought his hands up to his mouth, his eyes locked onto yours. 

 “No, no way. I haven’t played in two months. There’s no way,” the words slipped past your lips as shook your head. 

 “Please, Y/n. I’ll owe you big time, we all will,” Brian looked over at his bandmates near the control panel and they began to nod their heads in agreement. 

 “I don’t know, Bri. I’m really out of practice”

 “That’s bullshit. You’re one of the best drummers I’ve ever heard. You could go years without playing and still be better than most,” John spoke up from next to Freddie. “Please Y/n, we need you,” your eyes locked onto his and he gave you a soft smile. 

 “Ok. I’ll do it,” the room filled with a chorus of cheers as Brian squeezed your hand and pulled you up off the couch. Roger still laid on the floor, completely oblivious to what was happening, but cheering nonetheless. “Alright, what am I playing?” you asked as sheets of music were thrown into your hands. Roger slowly slid up from the floor as you looked over a song titled “Modern Times Rock ‘n’ Roll”. You moved into the booth, grabbing a pair of drumsticks and positioning yourself on the stool. Hit after hit, you started to get a feel for the beat as you kept playing. Brian, John, and Freddie were so consumed in their conversation that they didn’t see Roger slide into the booth with you. 

 “Sometimes I forget how good you are at the drums,” Roger had waited until you finished playing to speak. Your head snapped up to look at him, before gazing back down at the music sheets in front of you. 

 “Thanks, but it would mean a bit more if you were sober,” you quipped before starting a steady beat with the kick drum. Roger moved closer to you, letting himself sway to the sound as you started to follow along with the sheet music.

 “It’s honestly kind of hot to hear you playing a song that I wrote,” Roger leaned closer to you and you stopped, twirling the drumsticks in your hand.

 “Rog, you’re drunk. Try not to say things that you’ll regret in the morning,” you pointed a drumstick at him, and he threw his hands up in defense.  

 “Oh, I won’t. Trust me,” his face hovered near yours and your eyes widened. 

 “No, no, no,” you pushed yourself up off the seat before Roger could get any closer to you. “There is no way that I’m going to let you kiss me. Especially when your drunk,” Roger looked a little disappointed as you moved further away from him. You looked towards the glass window and saw the boys finishing up their conversation before Freddie leaned down towards the mic.

 “Alright Y/n, are you ready?” Freddie asked and you nodded, sitting back onto the drum stool. “Rog? What the hell are you doing in there? Get out,” you glanced over at Roger and cut him off before he could respond to Freddie.

 “He was trying to give me a few pointers for the song. He’s spewing nonsense but I think I’ve got it down,” you flashed Freddie a wide smile as Roger grumpily walked out of the booth. 

 “Start whenever you like, darling,” Freddie gave you a slight nod as soon as Roger shut the door behind him. You fingers danced across the drumstick as you twirled it before bringing it down upon the drum set. The song flew out of you at a rapid pace. Each note, every beat swirled together creating one mass of rhythm. By the time you finished the song, your hair was slightly tousled, and your fingers were tingling. You looked up towards the faces of your friends, only to be met with an array of expressions. Brian gave you a slight smirk that pretty much said ‘that’s my best friend’. Freddie’s mouth was gaping open as he stared at you wildly. Roger looked a little dazed but also completely turned on. And John had a giant smile plastered across his face. He was beaming from ear to ear as you managed to calm your breathing.

 “How was that?” your voice still sounded a little labored, but you had almost entirely recovered from your drum session. 

 “Roger’s out, you’re in,” Freddie words broke through the speaker and you heard a quiet ‘hey!’ from Roger in the background. You stood up with a chuckle, putting the drumsticks back before walking over to the door. When you stepped into the room, you were engulfed in a large hug, knocking the breath out of you. 

 “Thank you, thank you, thank you,” Brian squeezed you even tighter as you brought your arms around his back. 

 “Not bad for an accountant,” Roger chimed in and Brian let go of you to shoot him a nasty glare.  

 “Oh hush, you’re just jealous of the fact that Y/n managed to play your song better than you,” Freddie gave Roger a light push before tapping your shoulder an affectionate pat. John stood behind them all, the wide smile still present on his lips. He welcomed you into a warm hug and you rested your arms around his neck. 

 “I knew you could do it,” John practically whispered, pulling back so that your face was only a few inches from his. “The best drummer in the world,” John’s eyes roamed yours before falling down your lips and quickly moving back up.

 “That’s a little far-fetched, don’t you think?” you giggled out and John smiled back at you.

 “Not if it’s true. And it is completely true. You are one hundred percent, the best drummer in the entire world,” John let out a light laugh with his words, still holding you close. 

 “Don’t let Roger hear you. He might try to kick you out of the band,” your smile still lingered on your lips. John began to lean in, enthralled with the idea of his mouth melding against your perfect smile. But it only took him a second to realize what he was doing before he pulled back, releasing himself from your shared embrace. You noticed the longing in his eyes and felt the warmth pull from you before Freddie started to speak up behind you. 

 “Alright Johnny boy go get your ass in the booth to record,” John gave you a gentle smile before walking through the door and picking up his bass off of the stand. You caught Freddie looking in your direction. His eyebrows were raised and a knowing smirk filled his face. Freddie gave you a thumbs up before turning back towards the control panel and waiting for John to start playing. 

 By the end of the recording session, everyone had finished their instrumental and background vocals. The only parts left to be recorded were Roger’s. The five of you shuffled out of the studio as the technician stayed behind to clean up his equipment. You held Brian’s guitar case as he helped steady Roger on the walk back to his car. 

 “Y/n, do you mind getting a ride home from John? I don’t think there will be enough room for you with Freddie, Rog, and my guitar,” Brian spoke, his forehead creased with worry, hoping that you wouldn’t be too upset.

 “That’s fine. As long as John doesn’t mind driving me. I don’t want to impose,” you shoved your free hand into the pocket of your coat, trying to keep it warm.

 “It’s no trouble at all, love,” John spoke up from behind you, his bass case in his left hand as he walked up next to you. “Let me just unlock it and throw this thing in the trunk while you put Brian’s guitar away,” John pulled out his car key, shoving into the lock on the side door before pulling it open and unlocking the rest of the doors. You gave Freddie and Brian a quick hug after you placed the red special in the trunk and avoiding Roger who was already passed out in the backseat, before settling into the passenger seat of John’s car. 

 “Thank you, John. I really appreciate the ride,” you smiled at John as he slid into the seat next to you, closing his door and starting the engine. He gave you a slight nod and drove off down the road. Soft music played in the background as you and John made light conversation. His hand, which was resting on the stick shift, slowly inched its way over towards yours. After what seemed like an eternity, John finally grasped your hand lightly, intertwining your fingers with his as he continued to drive. Your heart began to race at such a simple gesture, filling your whole chest with an indescribable tingle. With shy eyes, you peaked over at John and saw his blushing cheeks. A smile grew on your lips as you admired his bashfulness. 

 Before you could continue on thinking about how cute John’s reddened face looked under the passing streetlights, the car came to a stop. Suddenly, you realized that you had arrived at your apartment building and your heart sank a little, not wanting to get out of the car. Leaving John seemed to be so difficult, especially when you thought about the shared warmth between each of your fingers at the moment. 

 “Well, here we are,” John’s voice was soft and quiet, as if he didn’t want to be speaking. He wanted to stay in this moment forever, but it seemed like every syllable he uttered drew him further away from it, from you. “You were great today,” he looked up at you, admiring the way the moonlight and streetlamps brought light to your face in the dark. “We honestly couldn’t have kept recording without you.”

 “Well, what are friends for, right?” the words slipped passed your lips and you immediately regretted them.  

 “Right, friend,” John mumbled lowly, a hint of sadness on his face as he did so.

 “I- uh, I didn't...” you were interrupted by a loud knock on the car window as both you and John jumped in your seats, your hands ripping apart. “Oh my god, Sally,” you rolled your window down, now face to face with your roommate. 

 “Hi love. Hi John,” Sally said, sending a wave in Deaky’s direction. “I just got home, and I’d hate to interrupt but I left my key upstairs and the door is locked. Could you come unlock it for me please,” Sally plastered a big cheesy smile across her face as you reluctantly agreed. 

 “I’ll be up in a second,” you called out to her as she walked towards the building. You rolled your window back up before turning over to John. “I’m so sorry about her, she really has no boundaries. And thank you for taking me home, John. It’s always nice to spend time alone with you,” a smile crept across both of your faces before you opened the car door and got out. John watched as you walked into the lobby of your building, his smile still spread over his face. His heart stuttered and his stomach filled with butterflies as he thought back to the feeling of his palm pressed against yours. After a few more seconds of peering through the glass windows of the lobby, John drove away feeling a warm and indescribable sensation spread from his cheeks down to the tips of his toes.  

 November 12, 1972

 You woke up groggily to the echoed ring of the telephone from the living room of your apartment. It had stopped after a few seconds but then startled awake once more. You groaned, pushing the bed sheets off your body, creating a shiver that ran down your spine from the sudden rush of cold air. You knew Sally wouldn’t get up out of bed to answer the phone so you would have to. As your feet padded across the cold wood floor, you grabbed a blanket from the couch and wrapped yourself in it. The phone was on its last ring as you picked it up and held it to your ear.

 “Hello?” your voice cracked and sounded heavy from having just woken up.

 “Hi Y/n,” Roger spoke, his voice deep and rough as he let out a long breath. 

 “Roger? Why are you calling so early? It’s only…” you glanced down at the watch on your left wrist to check the time. “8:37.”

 “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry but I just needed to call you,” he sounded a little panicked and you knew that he was probably a little hungover too. 

 “What’s going on? Should I come over?” you stayed still, standing next to the sofa as you listened intently to Roger on the other line. 

 “No, no. It’s nothing too serious. I just need to,” Roger paused taking a deep breath before continuing. “I need to apologize. Apologize for how I’ve been acting all week, how I acted yesterday,” his voice shook a little and you heard it. 

 “Roger, it’s fine,” you quickly interjected.

 “No, it’s not. Please just let me do this,” Roger was met with silence from you, taking it as his cue to continue. “I’ve been acting like a complete ass to you for years and I have no right to. I mean, we slept together but it’s not we’re dating. But then, for some reason, I felt so protective over you and I don’t know why. So, when I saw you dancing with John last week something inside me snapped. But like I said, I had no right to pull you away from him. Then last night in the studio I just started thinking about it again and I got so upset, so I drank. And if you hadn’t been there to do my drum backtracks, I’m pretty sure Brian would have murdered me, so thank you for that. I guess what I’m trying to say is I’m sorry and I’m going to do better to move on because I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or hurt you anymore. I just want you to be able to see me the same way you did before everything that happened two years ago. I want to go back to normal,” Roger took a deep breath after he finished and you slowly sat down on the couch, sinking into the cushions. 

 You took a moment to mull over everything that Roger had just said. Was this his subtle way at hinting that he has feelings for you? And if it was then why would he have turned down your proposition to go on a date after you slept together? Why does this all seem so sudden? Was Roger jealous? You finally managed to gather your thoughts well enough to respond and you huffed out a long breath. 

 “Rog, you still there?” 

 “Uh huh,” he sounded nervous as he gave a muffled response.

“I thin-” was all you managed to get out before you heard a click from the other line. “Hello? Roger?” you pulled the receiver down to glance at it before resting it back against your ear. “Rog?” you asked one last time before you put the phone down. He hung up on me.

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[hungergames-fanfic]

41st Annual Hunger Games

Word Count: 2802

I raise my hand and wave it knowing for a fact Ms Weston, my fifth grade teacher sees me. With a loud sigh, she rolls her eyes and puts her hands on her hips. “What is it now, Isadora?”, she snaps.

“The other teachers never made us watch the games.. and I ain’t allowed to watch at home”, I inform. Ms Weston gives me a fake smile. “Well, I ain’t the other teachers and I ain’t gettin’ in trouble ‘cause the Wyetka’s think if they ignore some, it’ll go away. Now shut up or i’ll kick you out of my class”, she says and raises the volume. Just as she does, the classroom doorknob jiggles for a second until it opens and in walks a peacekeeper, only unlike most, this one seems to have more authority.

His uniform is just the same as every other except his armour is thicker over his chest, and has more coverage on his arms and thighs. His helmet looks different too. Usually if I look hard enough, I can see a peacekeeper’s eyes through the tinted section over the face, but not his, it’s shiny and pitch black with a couple of dings on it, like he’s been shot at before. This makes him look intimidating and even though I can’t see him, I feel his eyes on me.

His head faces my direction for a moment. Making a fist he looks up at the television screen, where Caesar Flickerman, Capitol citizen and Hunger Games host excitedly exclaims about the games starting in an hour. His body language.. he’s mad? He turns to look at Ms Watson. She sits at the edge of her table looking at him the way Jenae looks at daddy. Menacingly, he leaves the room. This makes Ms Watson suck her teeth, I’d laugh if I weren’t so sad.

This past week has been hard for me and I can’t imagine how Efrain and his family gotta feel. When we got to say our goodbyes everyone was crying, even Eddy. I hugged him so tight, begging him to not let go. “They can’t take you if i don’t let’em”, I cried. This made him chuckle through his tears, “don’t stop bein’ you, Dora”, he said right before our time was up.

Yesterday, momma Bilmin made a big meal to take to Efrain’s, when we got there, everyone was either crying or their eyes were red and puffy. Mrs Oxoro’s health has gotten real bad too. So much so she ain’t join us in the living room while we watched the interviews. No one really had much to say but when we all saw Eddy come out we were cheering and clapping. He looked so handsome with his new haircut, wearing a shiny tanned suit embroidered with cacti shaped patterns. There was this glow about him too. He was confident and ready to be part of the games. “I’m nervous ‘bout tomorrow, but don’t confuse my jitters for weakness”, he said to Caesar Flickerman, “don’t you worry momma, i’m comin’ home”, were his last works before he stepped offstage.

The Capitol sigil is shown along with a fading black screen. Flickerman excitedly presents this year’s arena. “This year Pompreek Gustav has created an arena specially made for his last year as Gamemaker, and I do say, he has outdone himself. You see, folks, unlike most arena’s this one is our very own Gamemaker’s project home in the middle of Gesler street. Yes, that big mansion you drove past this morning on your way to work is exactly where this years Hunger Games will take place. Isn’t that exciting!”

Flickerman wears his signature navy blue suit with flickering light bulbs. He sits behind a desk while a montage of this year’s tributes play behind him. A glimpse of Eddy standing on the stage, here in District 10, is shown. My heart skips a beat. The thought of having to watch him die makes my eyes watery, my nose ticklish and my throat tight. Last time he talked to me was when he told me it’s okay to like girls. That meant a lot cause momma had me believing I was different in a bad way.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the games will begin in one minute! Ha ha!”, Flickerman yelps showing off his unnaturally white teeth.

The sixty second countdown begins and everyone is elevated into the seventh floor. Boys wear tuxedos. Girls wear elegant red gowns, caked in makeup, their hair up and pretty. All tributes appear separated in small rooms big enough to just stand in. Most are motionless, some are wide eyed and hyperventilate. Ms Weston says they’re standing in the dark cause there’s a green tinge to the imagery and their pupils are big with a white glare in them. The whole class is quiet and when the countdown reaches zero, it feels like time has slowed down.

A door opens in front of them and they stand in separate rooms of their own. For the female career from District 2, she’s been placed in a small library. For the male career from District 1, he’s been placed in a bathroom. For the female tribute from District 12, she’s been placed in a large closet. Eddy has been placed in a study. A clock on the wall is shown giving them the time. It’s 10:01 A.M.

There’s a silence in the school, we all watch curiously, wondering what it is that they’re supposed to do but it’s not long until it turns obvious.

The walls of the small library close in causing books to fall off their shelves. Abruptly, they stop. Startled, the girl from 2 looks around, her eyes wide, her arms extended. I bet none of the careers expected to be treated so equally.

In a bathroom, the shower head, bath, sink, and toilet water start to flow. In a study, a fireplace turns on along with the panels on the walls which turn bright red. In a closet, from vents hidden within the clothes, gray gas leaks. The first to realize what’s going on is a girl from District 3. Water rises to her ankles, she looks all over the room until she notices something on the ceiling. It’s a hatch. Climbing on the sink counter, she grabs the handle only to realize its locked. By now, some of the other tributes are noticing the hatch as well. It seems that every room has one.

The first death happens at 10:08 A.M when the boy from District 5 is electrocuted touching a pipe connected to the wall. He twitches, his hand catches fire and within seconds he’s flung across the bedroom, landing motionless near a wardrobe. The camera zooms on top of a tall dresser near the pipe, there lies a small golden key.

Realizing the hatch needs to be unlocked, the girl from District 8 opens every drawer in the bedroom she’s in. Suddenly, she’s swept off her feet. The floor shifts violently, back and forth, once it stops, it slowly moves upwards and comes to a halt.

The time is 10:22 A.M when the second death occurs. The little boy from District 12 coughs blood, his eyes cry and no matter how hard he tries to cover his face, the gas still gets to him. One last cough and he drops, twitching and foaming at the mouth.

Sweating profusely, Eddy wipes the sweat off his forehead and watches his step on top of a desk. Having tied his bowtie to the latch, he sticks in the golden key being the first to escape. A cheer erupts in class and what sounds like the entire school as well. “Ladies and gentlemen, our first escapee!”, Caesar announces. “But not so fast, he’s been placed in yet another room, this one seems to be some sort of botanist heaven, ha ha!” he fake laughs. Confused and on high alert, Eddy breathes heavily looking all over his surroundings. There’s a smile on my face, but deep down I’m terrified for him.

Second to escape is the girl from District 3, she’s found the key and with her gown heavy from having gotten wet, she rips it up. Flickerman whistles. Ms Weston makes a sound of disgust, “she’s fourteen”, she says.

By 10:48 A.M, bathrooms have been filled almost entirely with water, tributes desperately swimming around. In studies, objects catch fire. In bedrooms, depending on each, emit lightning like surges of electricity creating fires, others have their furniture crushed by walls or floors. Gas fogs up closets. Seven tributes are now dead, the rest, if they haven’t escaped yet then their fate has already been sealed.

A body floats in the water filled bathroom. One is shown as their skin melts from the enferning heat, and another twitches their finger as they are squished between furniture. Eddy is shown again, he’s spitting a chewed up leaf on his burnt finger tips. The female career from District 1, bleeding from her nose, coughing profusely, stumbles out of the room she’s emerged from, into a hallway and is struck in the head by a swift, lethal blow with a pipe. The first to kill is the male tribute from District 7. He searches her, peeks into the room she came from and moves on to try and open other unopened doors.

The lunch bell startles me into a jump. It’s 11:00 A.M. Ms Weston tells us to make a single file line by the door, no one says anything and we silently do as we’re told.

“Now, word is, there are eight floors and no elevators”, Caesar makes a disgruntled sound. “I don’t know about you folks, but I just hate taking the stairs. Ha ha!”, his fake laugh is the last thing I hear when I leave the classroom.

Alone at a table, rubbing the tears out of my eyes, all I can see is the boy from 12 dropping dead and twitching. Any second, it can be Eddy dying like that or in an even more horrible way. The tears keep coming. I don’t like to cry in front of people, I refuse to be a wuss but it’s so hard to swallow. Somebody hugs me from behind. When I look up, my eyesight is too blurry to tell who it is, but the wild shade of red sitting next to me gives herself away. Ari rubs my shoulder.

“I know you ain’t wanna be friends no more”, I don’t let her finish that sentence. “Ari, I missed you so much,'' I say through tears a little too loud for my liking. I’m sure there’s a lot of looks on me right now. She giggles in my ear and hugs me back. Clearly she missed me too.

Lunch with her ain’t the same, but that’s cause of my predicament. According to Ari, Mr Bale actually has them doing school work, he put his sweater over the television. “That ain’t fair, everyone with eyes knows you knew Eddy”, she says with a frown on her face. “I told you Ms Weston don’t like me”, I mumble under my breath handing her an extra piece of honey walnut bread. Even though momma Bilmin heard momma tell me to never talk to Ari again, she still adds one extra. Ari smiles when she takes it, somehow this is enough to cheer me up. I smile back.

For some reason lunch feels like it’s been cut short. I’ve had so much fun talking to her about random things I learned from books. Unlike Efrain, Ari always looks interested and don’t cut me off unless she making a joke or asking questions. It’s like this whole week without her never happened. Back to class, we even hug goodbye.

I was away for thirty minutes, within that time, two more tributes died. Another was heavily injured by a career and Eddy is nowhere to be seen. “It seems that each floor has its own.. Sort of theme, wouldn’t you say?” Flickerman sits behind a desk talking to another man who looks like a founding father. “After his tumble earlier, the tribute from seven, Clarke Hale, has slowed down drastically! But so far, he’s the only one who’s made it to the sixth floor and this one seems to just be one big empty room?”, Flickerman questions. “It’s a tennis court”, the other man adds. Note to self, learn what tennis is.

Clarke is the center of attention. He’s everything the Capitol loves. Tall and visibly strong with pretty green eyes and dirty blonde hair. I think it’s silly how they shaped his mustache, the tips curl. Using the shower pipe, he limps his way into the vast room. A replay shows him running down the stairs. Just as he reaches the seventh floor the dimmed, flickering lights give in and he misses a step. Just as he stumbles down the steps turn smooth and he glides until he hits a wall coming to a full stop. The lights turn back on and he’s only a few feet away from the female tribute from District 4. Not backing down, she jumps on top of him and tries to strangle him with an extension cord. Being bigger than her, Clarke gets the upper hand by punching her square in the face. When she falls back, he pins her down and chokes her with his own hands. A warm sensation covers my whole body. It feels like I just woke up from a nightmare and don’t wanna look anymore but the sound of crackling fire calls my attention.

In the tennis court, he’s found a new weapon, it looks like a big fly swatter made of shiny metal. Without skipping a beat he swings it, hitting the ball of fire headed his way. It lands across the room. Knowing he has to get out of there, with the pole in one hand, fly swatter in other, he limps as fast as he can towards the exit. On his way he manages to swat two more before he makes it out.

My heart skips a beat, the cameras switch to Eddy hiding inside a big wardrobe. He’s sweating and rocking back and forth from exhaustion. His eyes are closed tight and he has a hand over his mouth while the other shakes holding the doors shut. Just outside roams a white figure with no real shape. It hovers from one corner of the room to the other. It’s shape looks like a person walking around with a white sheet over themselves but it’s see through. I’ve never seen a ghost before. Goosebumps form on the back of my neck and shoulders, my heart beats fast. The figure, although not really touching anything manages to open drawers and even hovers back and forth in front of the wardrobe until it disappears completely.

The setting changes and now we follow up on the male tribute from District 2, he’s found the female career from 2 and male from 1, they walk around the halls of the eighth floor looking for who knows what. Probably following up on their bloodlust. Not interesting enough, the camera switches to the female tribute from District 3. Wouldn’t know who any of these people are if it weren’t for the informational panel on the bottom right corner. Here the words that appear are the age, district and names of those shown. Her name is Ada and she’s fourteen years old. Slowly, holding herself back by her back, arms and knees, she crawls downwards inside a vent. This makes me nervous and I'm not the only one. Wendy shakes her hand nervously and whispers to Destiny. Something horrible is bound to happen to Ada here. She’s visibly vulnerable and if something were to happen she’d be forced to let herself fall. The true horror is the underlying question, how far down would she go?

Replays of all the deaths make my stomach churn. Curiosity had me watching the games attentively but now, I don’t wanna open my eyes. I cover my ears and put my head on the desk. I shut my eyes just like Eddy but that look on the choked girl’s face keeps forcing itself in my mind. By the time the school day ends I feel the urge to leave everything behind and run out of class, but I don’t. Calmy, I put on my backpack noticing how shaky I am and silently walk out of the classroom. I’ve forgotten all about Ari until she catches up at the end of the hall. I don’t say much but I do hug her goodbye again before we walk out the building. I ain’t tryna get in trouble for talking to her. It feels like if anyone were to raise their voice at me, I’d drop where I stood, dig a hole to the center of the earth and never resurface. At least Eddy is still alive. For now.

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[fuuwas]

could I get a bakugo fluff scenario please? maybe where he asks you out on your first date and what his date plan is?? thank you and good luck with new blog!

aww thank you sweetie! love writing flustered Bakugo, so tysm for this lovely prompt!

note: Margaret is a biweekly Japanese shōjo manga magazine published by Shueisha, primarily for girls from 11 to 15 years old, although some stories are read by adult women. (cit. Wikipedia)

Loitering in a conbini after school like some sort of otaku was not Katsuki’s idea of a good time. Standing in front of the magazine rack, the latest issue of Margaret in his hands, his face scrunched into a terrible scowl, the pages crinkling helplessly under his angry fingers. He looked so livid that a bubble of empty space had formed around him, the other costumers scurrying away as their survival instincts kicked into gear. The poor, baby-faced cashier cowered behind the counter, inwardly begging the scary U.A. student not to buy anything so they wouldn’t have to interact, his hands shaking violently as he handed an old lady her change.

“This is BULLSHIT!” Bakugo’s roar made the entire store jump. He slammed the magazine back in its place so hard the magazine rack creaked and swayed, “How the fuck am I supposed to do any of this mushy shit?! Die, Margaret!”.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and stormed out of the store, that had been a colossal waste of fucking time. Time he could have spent studying or training. Except lately he couldn’t focus on anything because you were on his mind 24/7. 

The panels of the manga chapter he’d been reading for the past ten minutes flashed before his eyes. The male lead was a pretentious dickhead with a stupidly long chin who would spout the cheesiest crap; every time he moved, sparkles would shoot out of his hair and flowers would bloom in the background. Did girls really like that shit? Katsuki couldn’t stomach it. The thought of getting down on one knee and calling you ‘princess’ flustered him gave him hives, but he had no other research material. He’d sooner die than ask his mother, or hell, Kirishima and Kaminari for love advice. 

He had considered just confessing to you after class and getting it over with, but for some reason, rushing things with you didn’t sit well with him. Bakugo wanted it to mean something. He wanted you to feel good about him, about yourself and the two of you together. 

‘I must be fucking sick.’ He groaned and ran a hand through his hair, his heart picking up the pace as he thought about making you smile. 

—

The following day Bakugo was still agitated. Why couldn’t this abhorrent feeling in his heart just fuck off somewhere? He stared at you from across the classroom, head nestled in his arms as he sat sprawled lazily over his desk. Whatever, he just had to do it. He lost sleep thinking about your stupid, pretty self, but at least he now had the perfect plan to sweep you off your feet. You would be so amazed by how romantic he could be, that you would accept his feelings as soon as he was done confessing them. He didn’t need no damn shoujo manga to tell him how it’s done.

Waiting for lunch had never been so nerve-wracking. Bakugo did his best to focus during class, but a nervous, acrid sensation in his stomach kept him from relaxing in his chair. The day wasn’t even half way done and he was already sweating bullets.

Once the morning classes were over, he waited until he was the only one left in the room. He knew Kirishima would be looking for him if he stayed back for too long, and he had absolutely no intention to appease his friend’s useless curiosity had he started to suspect anything, so he had to act quickly.

He casually opened the notebook you had left on your desk, catching a glimpse of your girly handwriting and your colorful notes, and slipped a piece of paper inside it. 

You would come back from the cafeteria almost half an hour later with your female classmates in tow, noticing Bakugo’s message after settling in your seat. It was folded more or less neatly, but the paper was all wrinkled (he’d actually considered crumpling it into a ball and throwing it at your head), as if he’d been gripping it so tight he almost ripped it, and was that writing on the back of it? 

Curiosity compelled you to open it right away. Your eyes moved to the single sentence in the middle of the paper, your fingers tracing the letters to find that he had been almost stabbing it with his pen. The thought of the grumpy boy you liked sitting down to nervously write something like this for you filled your heart with sweetness.

‘Go out with me this Sunday’

Was this his way of asking you out…? It wasn’t even a question…You looked towards Bakugo’s desk only to find him stubbornly staring at the blackboard, as if he wanted to fight it.

‘Is this a date?’ You wondered, turning the note around to read the back of it. ‘Ah…seriously, this boy…’ You couldn’t keep your giggles in check, your hand flying towards your lips in a demure gesture as you tried to quiet your laughter.

On the back of the paper, in the messiest handwriting you had ever seen, were the words ‘IT IS A DATE’, written just as if he was screaming them in your face. 

—

He couldn’t get a wink of sleep. Bakugo yawned and leaned back against the brick wall of the dormitory. He was waiting for you near the entrance, knowing full well that keeping your date a secret from the others was a battle lost from the start.

Every now and then, one of his classmates would exit the dorm, throwing Katsuki either a confused look or a knowing grin as they passed him. Most of them had been wise enough not to say anything, but he ended up having to chase Ashido Mina down the street after she yelled a ‘GOOD LUCK! BAKUGO!’ at the top of her lungs, shouting a million profanities as the girl cackled.

He was a little early, but all the nervous pacing in his room was driving him insane. He needed to be outside, get some air, clear his head. And yet not even the morning chill could keep him from thinking about you.

“Katsuki-kun.” His heart fell to his stomach at the sound of your voice, his body stiffening in response. He looked towards the entrance, towards you, and for a moment all of his troubles seemed to disappear into thin air.

He had seen you in casual clothes before, you lived in the same building after all. He’d seen you in your school uniform, in your training clothes and in your hero costume, and he’s always found himself thinking that shit, you were pretty. But there was something about seeing you just a little more dolled up than usual, wearing the clothes you picked to go out with him, your lips shining with the pink of your lip gloss, that left Bakugo incapable of looking away.

Earth to Bakugo. What is one enamored boy to do in this kind of situation? He swallowed the lump in his throat, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. One compliment, come on, you can do it.

“You look…” He started, looking away from you with an uneasy scowl on his handsome features. Beautiful, you were fucking beautiful, but no matter how hard he tried to say it, his pride kept him from being completely honest.

“…Nice, now let’s go.” He opened his palm towards you, turning his head away once again to hide the light flush that colored his cheeks. You hesitated for a second and he finally looked at you, the blush spreading to his ears as he shouted, “It’s a date, idiot! I don’t give a rat’s ass who sees, of course we’re fucking holding hands!”.

—

The day hadn’t even really started yet and Bakugo already felt as if he was in some strange time paradox that had him struggling through the nine circles of Hell over and over again. Or maybe this was actually Heaven, because you were so fucking close to him, he could have kissed your face if he just leaned down.

The subway was crowded, of course it was. But while that’s not usually that big of a deal when one is alone, it turns out that by having your date pressed against you, their chest on yours and their face red from the sheer intimacy of the position and inches away from your lips, the menial task of riding on public transportation turns into a torture for the saints.

‘Fuck’s sake…’ Bakugo wanted to sigh, but inhaling would mean having your scent fill every one of his senses, so he gave up on even that, standing stiff as a robot with his back pressed against the cold side of the carriage, and you pressed against the rest of him.

“I’m so sorry about this…” He heard you mumble as you meekly tried to unglue yourself from him. Your efforts took you nowhere, for the second you managed to create one inch of space between your body and Katsuki’s, you were immediately pushed back into him.

“Ain’t your fault.” His low voice grumbled through his chest and against you, making your stomach flutter. He smelled like caramel and he was so warm, you had to keep yourself from cradling his toned body into your embrace. He took care of that for you when he wrapped his arms around your waist, leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Any of these creeps touch you, you let me know. Got it?”.

It took you a moment to realize what he was doing. Enveloping you in a cozy hug, his arms were resting casually on your lower back, not because he was trying to cop a feel, but because he wanted to cover your legs with the sleeves of his jacket. He obviously didn’t mind having you so close to him, but he wasn’t going to let anyone else lay a finger on you, not on his watch.

—

“You kind of look like a shark!” Your teasing comment had earned you a sound cheek-pinching.

Walking hand in hand with you, Bakugo thought that maybe aquariums were not so boring after all. He wasn’t really interested in this kind of place, he liked watching all the colorful fish when he was a child, but he wasn’t sure this would have made for a very exciting date spot.

Still, Katsuki was an observant boy and he knew what you liked. If the beautiful smile on your face was anything to go by, you were enjoying spending time with him just as much as he was with you. There was one more thing he wanted to do while the two of you were at the aquarium though, so he ordered you to wait in front of the dolphins’ tank and quickly made his way towards the souvenir shop.

He came back to find you still with a grin on your face, the azure glow of the tanks making your eyes shine like gems in the sea, and his pulse started racing again. Fuck, how could you make him feel so inevitably in love every time he looked at you?

You jumped a little when you felt something soft land on your head. You looked up through plushy tendrils to see Bakugo standing next to you, looking at the dolphins with a relaxed expression on his face.

“You like jellyfishes, don’t you?” He said, slowly bringing his carmine eyes back to you, a small smirk curving his lips, “Fuckin’ weirdo.”

To say you liked jellyfishes was the understatement of the century. Your hand slowly lifted the object from your head, your heart racing with anticipation and your eyes twinkling like stars.

“Oh, Katsuki!” You turned towards him and beamed, the jellyfish plush squished in your loving arms, not noticing the way he almost chocked on his saliva after hearing you say his first name without honorifics. “Thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and down, barely resisting the urge to grab his face and smooch his cute, filthy mouth.

“Yeah, yeah…” Katsuki grumbled. Maybe the way you got excited over jellyfishes wasn’t exactly normal, but fuck if it wasn’t cute. The way you looked at him made him feel like lava, like you adored all of him, and the poor boy suddenly didn’t know what to do with himself.

His face burning, his palms sweating, he grabbed your head and turned it back towards the tanks, “Stop looking at me! Look at the fish, dammit!”.

—

For someone so rough around the edges, Katsuki had treated you with the utmost care for the entire day. Opening doors for you, being considerate of your needs, and forcing you to sit down and rest when it looked like you were getting tired, all without really thinking about it. Taking care of you came naturally to him, as if he considered the both of you to be a single unit.

He held your hand for the entire day. His palm was clammy but you found it adorable, the way he got so worked up over you made you feel cherished, especially when you managed to fluster him so much that smoke started coming out of his hands.

Now he was standing in front of you, the date was over, you two were back where you started at the Heights Alliance, but you weren’t ready for this day to end.

“Thank you for today, I had so much fun.” You smiled up at him and Katsuki preened, completely pleased with himself. Take that, stupid fucking Margaret.

“Yeah, I bet this was the best fucking date you’ve ever been on.”

“Well…” You hummed, bringing a finger to your chin and tilting your head, pretending to think about it, “I guess I could rank it in my top three…?”

Your devious joke was met with a loud and incensed “HUH?!” as Bakugo’s infamous anger flared back to life. He looked so offended! You just couldn’t help but laugh at the funny expression on his face.

The pretty chimes of your laughter were cut off as he covered your lips with his warm ones, his bony hands cupping your face, effectively shutting you up.

You could see the sun setting behind his back, coloring the sky a stunning, blinding shade of orange that still could not warm you quite like Katsuki did.

“…You’re supposed to close your eyes.” He whined lazily against your mouth, cracking his ruby eyes open to shoot you an annoyed look. You chuckled and wrapped your arms around his neck, sweetly silencing his complaints with your lips again and again.

Katsuki was truly your precious treasure.

#bnha #bnha imagines #katsuki bakugo #bakugo x reader #long scenarios #writing this cleansed my soul from all impurities #we need more soft kacchan dammit #also i can't remember where but #i once read a headcanon that said katsuki smells like caramel #and honestly #i live for it? #nitroglycerin smells like burnt sugar #and i live for it???

[they-think-they-got-us]

Wonder Wheel (Spot x Race)

A/N: Okay, I may have gotten ahead of myself here. Keep reading under the cut because I wrote, that’s right, four pages worth

Requested?: Yep! Thanks @newsienewsie

Tags: Pre-canon 

Prompt:  I wanted to go on the ferris wheel but there has to be two people to a cart come on random person let’s go oh wait are we stuck at the top? Fuck

_______ Neon lights reflected red in Race’s eyes as he stared up at the enormous structure dubbed ‘Wonder Wheel’ in awe. Around him, screaming children ran amok, strangers chatted on park benches, and wooden roller coasters whizzed past, all thrown into a cramped mix of noise and chaos and delight. It was unlike anything Race had ever seen before.

“Come on, Albert,” he pleaded, tugging on the boy’s arm. “Just one ride won’t kill ya.”

But the Newsie shook his head firmly. “It is gonna kill me, and I ain’t fixin to die just yet. Find someone else, why dontcha?” He lowered his voice. “You know I don’t like heights.”

Race sighed and dropped his hand. “Fine, I’ll go alone then.”

Albert nodded. “I’ll pick us up some of those elephant ears, yeah? Oh, and Race, don’t go talking to strangers again. I heard them Brooklyn Boys is here today, and I don’t want to drag you out of another turf war.”

The Newsie laughed and shrugged him off. “Why, you scared I’m gonna kick their asses?”

“I’m scared they’s gonna kick yours.”

Race made an obscene gesture, which Albert graciously returned, and they both parted ways--one to the greatest heights imaginable and the other to the food truck.

The line was rather long, but Race had all the time in the world. He and the Newsies had finally saved up enough leftover pennies, and with some help from Medda, managed to get a few tokens each for some rides. Plus, it was a Tuesday. Nothing newsworthy ever happened on Tuesdays.

An boy and his younger brother passed by Race as he waited in line.

“Davey, I want to try that one!” the kid said excitedly, tugging the taller boy behind him.

“Okay, okay, slow down, Les,” he protested and went with him laughing. Race watched them go with an wishful smile. He remembered a time when he could be that carefree, when he didn’t have to count every penny he spent just to survive. When he didn’t have to steal to eat, or didn’t have to share a bed with three other boys…

No. Race shook his head. This wasn’t a day to reminisce; today, he could finally let himself go and have some fun. Today he could be carefree and careless and all the things he always wanted be.

The Ferris Wheel loomed up in front of him, and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it. Today, he could reach the top of the world.

And finally he was there. Last in line, Race stepped proudly up to the booth, his eye on a brightly painted red carriage that was being lowered to the ground. He handed the operator one coin, and started up towards it.

“Hold on, young man,” the operator said, sticking out a hand to stop him. Wide eyed, Race stopped in his tracks and began to panic as the man looked him up and down. He handed him a token, was it not enough? Did the operator think it was fake? Or think he was truant? Was he going to call for Snyder?

“You alone?” the man finally said gruffly. Race slowly nodded. “Sorry kid. You gotta have two people to ride the wheel.”

Race turned to glance behind him. He was the only person left in line, and Albert was nowhere in sight. “Well… I ain’t got no one to ride with, sir. Can you make an exception just this once?”

The operator shook his head. “Can’t.”

Race sighed and scanned his eyes over the park near him. “I just need one other person? Any one?”

The man shrugged. “As long as they want to come on, sure.”

His gaze fell on a lone boy with a newsboy cap leaning casually on the fence, and Race grinned. Perfect, another newsie! He’d do just fine.

“Give me a sec. I’ll be back with someone,” he promised, and jumped off the platform.

The operator yawned and turned back to his panel. “Not like I’m going anywhere…” he muttered.

“Hey!” Race shouted as he approached the Newsie. The closer he got, the more he realized that the boy was rather short and stocky, muscular, and cropped black hair stuck out from under his cap. He shifted his glare towards Race.

“What do you want?” the Newsie asked suspiciously, flicking his eyes over.

“Hey,” Race repeated quickly. “Look man, this is one of the few days Jack’ll let us out of sellin’ papes, and I ain’t got two cents to spare but I saved up for today and I really want to ride one of them fancy wheels, but ya gotta have two persons in a box at a time and I don’t have anyone to go with cuz my buddy Al went and ditched me for an ear, so would you give it a go with me?”

The Newsie blinked. “What?”

Race took a breath and forced himself to slow down. “Would you,” he said, emphasizing the words. “Ride with me. In the Wonder Wheel.”

The boy slowly glanced between him and the ferris wheel. “Is this a joke?”

Race shook his head. “It’ll only be ten minutes. They won’t let me on otherwise.”

He bit his lip and waited as the Newsie tilted his head, considering. “Alright,” the boy finally decided. “I’ll ride. Ten minutes?”

“That’s it,” Race promised, trying to hold back a smile. “I’m Race by the way.”

“Spot,” the Newsie returned, taking his outstretched hand. “Are we gonna do this, or what?”

Spot follow the boy up to the platform. Race flipped a token to the operator, and together they sat down in a bright red car. He buckled himself in.

He didn’t know why he had said yes to the request. His pals would be expecting him back at the borough soon, they still had papes to sell. Half a day, that was their agreement. It was too nice out to be hiding in the dirty alleys of Brooklyn.

But then this Newsie, this random guy with curly blonde hair and striking blue eyes and a youthful exuberance had approached him, and Spot just felt… compelled.

It could have been a trap. Spot had plenty of enemies. Or maybe it was the start of some kind of prank, or a con, or some kind of ruse.

Or maybe it was genuine. Spot had decided to play the lottery.

The car jerked a little as it left the ground. Race gasped and stared out the glass window with comically wide eyes as they slowly were lifted into the air by a groaning mechanical engine.

The ground began to shrink smaller and smaller, and the people on the ground scurried around like ants, and soon they could see the edge of the park, and soon they could see the whole park, and soon they were up so nauseatingly high that Spot had to grip the edge of his seat to feel steady.

But Race was right on the edge of his seat through it all, eager to see more. He laughed incredulously.

“Damn…” he whispered through a wide grin. “D’you see how high we are, Spot?”

“I see,” Spot answered with an amused smile.

“I’ve never been up this far in the air before,” Race continued absent-mindedly. “I mean, I’ve been on the rooftops of buildings but... “

“This is different,” Spot finished, and as he looked out the window, he got it. He understood what Race was trying to say, this feeling of freedom and emptiness. “Like the world is your oyster.”

Race glanced over and nodded. “I like that.”

The carriage climbed higher and higher still, until they were at the very top and the ride slowed to a halt with a screaming creak.

Spot looked down, but the operator was out of their sight. “Is it supposed to stop?”

Race reluctantly pulled away from the window. “I don’t know. I don’t think so…”

He looked out the window too, but couldn’t see anything out of the usual. Through the glass in the other cars, people were rising from their seats and peering out as well. “Looks like we ain’t the only ones, though.”

“Great,” Spot muttered, frowning. “I’m gonna be late to meet with my boys.”

“Your boys?” Race scoffed. “What, you some big brass or something like that?”

“Something like that,” Spot answered, a mysterious smile playing across his lips. “You’re obviously a Newsie. What borough you from?”

Race sat down as well. “Manhattan.”

“Jack’s kind?”

“Yeah. You know him?”

Spot nodded. “I’ve run into him a few times. Never seen you before, though.”

Race crossed his arms. “Maybe you have. How would you know?”

The other boy shook his head and glanced out the window. “Trust me, I’d remember.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

For the first time, Race saw Spot get a little flustered.

“N-nothing. Never mind,” he said gruffly.

Race watched him suspiciously, but the boy was determined to not make eye contact.

“So where you from?” he finally asked, breaking a moment of silence.

Spot looked at him out of the corner of his eye. “Why? You some kind of four flusher?”

“Wh--I’m not--” Race broke off. “You asked me that too,” he finished defensively. “What, a guy can’t ask a few questions?”

“I never said that,” Spot replied, a twinkle in his eyes, and Race realized he had been teasing.

“Aw, step off,” he muttered, and Spot laughed.

“Call it payback for talking me on this broken ride.”

“Yeah…” Race said, glancing out the window. “That’s my bad. I didn’t know this was gonna happen, or I wouldn’t’ve asked you on.”

Spot sighed. “It’s alright. This is pretty fun, anyhow.”

“Really?” Race asked, meeting his eyes. The Newsie smiled reassuringly, and it must have been the heights, or the guilt in his stomach, but something jumped in his gut and made everything go weightless for just a brief second.

“Really,” Spot, his voice kind of quieted. His next words were barely a whisper, but they were genuine, and Race found himself drawing closer just to hear them. “Thank you.”

Race’s breath hitched at the words, and just then, the whole world shifted with a clunk and both boys were thrown out of their seats as the carriage began to move again.

Inches apart the two Newsies met eyes on the ground of the cart. It started as a snort, then a giggle, then Race and Spot were clutching their sides from pealing laughter as they laid there on the dirty floor and watched the sky shrink out the window.

They had reached the top of the world, and together they found their way down again.

Albert was frozen, holding one plate of fried dough out in front of him as he watched Race step out of the ferris wheel, smiling and bantering with a boy he had only heard of in legends.

They parted ways with a wave goodbye, and Race excitedly bounced over to Albert.

“Hey, Al! Oh thanks, I was just getting hungry,” he greeted, taking the plate from his hands.

“Race…” Albert said, eyes wide with disbelief. “You rode the ferris wheel with Spot Conlon?!”

“Yeah,” Race replied through a mouthful of food.

“Spot Conlon… the leader of Brooklyn?!”

Race choked on a bite and spun around just in time to see the boy he had just ridden with meet up a couple of other Newsies and start off out of the park.

He watched in wonder as they left, a small smile playing across his face.

“Huh,” Race muttered. “How about that?”

#newsies #newsie fic #coney island #pre canon #long fic #sprace #spot conlon x race higgins #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #also alberts here #albert dasilva

[laurens-lil-fics]

Pins and Needles Chapter 6

Cassian x Reader

Previous Chapter

Series Summary: Reader is a combat medic who joins the Rebellion at the age of seven and is assigned to be Captain Cassian Andor’s field medic. But Cassian carries a dark secret with him as he and Reader go on more and more covert reconnaissance missions. The closer he gets to reader, the harder this secret is to keep.

Chapter Summary: Reader wakes up after the crash and does her best to save K2 and Cassian.

Word Count:

NSFW: nope!

Author’s note: mom holy fuck, it took me soooo long to post this one, Im sorry y'all!

BOOM!

Another explosion? No. Thunder. Thunder is what woke (Y/n) up.

It jolted her awake and had her squirming against the straps keeping her restrained. (Y/n) looked around, noticing the sparks from the damaged console in front of her. Then she turned and saw K2 and Cassian, both not moving.

The crash must had knocked something loose in K2, and Cassian probably passed out from blood loss. (Y/n) had to get them out of the wreck as quick as possible.

The ship felt tilted backward, they were sinking into something. A lake or a river maybe… it didn’t matter, they were taking on water.

(Y/n) pulled out the saber and ignited it, cutting through the straps that gripped her like a vice. The blade disappeared with the push of a button and (Y/n) turned in her chair, looking at the rest of the ship. Water had indeed flooded the other half of the ship, getting out would be more difficult than she thought.

She braced herself and slipped out of the chair, falling into the freezing water. (Y/n) ignited the saber once more, using it as a light, and began searching for any supplies she couldn’t afford to leave behind.

(Y/n) caught sight of her medical supplies and grabbed hold of the bag, strapping it around her waist. The last thing she managed to grab before having to catch her breath was some rope.

She coughed violently and looked up at her companions in their chairs. A fallen panel hung above K2-SO and (Y/n) threw the rope over it, successfully catching it her first try. (Y/n) carefully climbed up the panels, attempting not to lose her footing on the slippery metal, and managed to make it to K’s seat.

After getting the straps off him, (Y/n) tied the rope around his large, metal torso. She carefully hoisted him into the water and jumped in beside him. (Y/n) wrapped the rope around her arms and ducked under the water, tugging his heavy body with her.

The breach in the hull was easy to spot, and (Y/n) quickly pulled K out of the ship, right onto shore. She fell onto her knees beside him, breathing heavily before turning back to the ship. Cassian was still inside.

(Y/n) dove back into the lake and swam inside the ship via the breach. The climb up the panels in the cockpit seemed harder than before. She slipped a couple times, but (Y/n) couldn’t give up. Cassian wouldn’t give up on her if he were in her position...

She finally made it to his chair and cut him loose. (Y/n) held his body and dove back into the water, keeping him close. (Y/n) swam past the breach, panicking as the end of her dress hooked onto the jagged metal. She could feel herself running out of air, but after looking over Cassian’s face she pushed herself to kick her legs until the fabric tore.

(Y/n) sucked in a deep breath once she broke the surface of the water, thunder drowning out her coughing and wheezing. She swam to where she left K2 and laid Cassian on his back before collapsing onto her stomach.

She shakily crawled over to Cassian, struggling to keep her weight up on her elbows, and kneeled beside him. (Y/n) pressed her ear to his chest, pulling away quickly when she heard no heartbeat. Her hands began pushing on his chest as her instincts, and possibly her adrenaline, kicked in. She leaned back down and blew air into his mouth, pulling back to push on his chest.

As a last hurrah she pounded her fists against him, making water shoot out of his mouth as he gasped for air. (Y/n) sighed in relief and rubbed at his back, attempting to calm him down as he tried catching his breath.

Cassian attempted to stand, but (Y/n) stopped him, explaining that he could ruin his leg.

“Well then help me.” he demanded, sitting up straight despite her efforts to keep him laying down.

“I can’t treat you properly out here, we have to find shelter.” She explained.

Much to Cassian’s dismay, (Y/n) dragged him towards K2 and laid him across the droid’s limp body. She stood up straight and gripped the rope still tied around K and began dragging the two across the mud in a direction she hoped there would be shelter.

“You can’t be serious…” Cassian grumbled as he gripped K’s shoulders to steady himself.

“I am. And if you try standing I’ll knock your lights out.” Cassian got the feeling she wasn’t teasing, and allowed her to drag him and the droid away from the ship as it sunk into the lake.

The mud was thick and deep, causing (Y/n)’s feet to sink into it, making the cold relentlessly seep into her bones. It at least made it easier to drag K and Cassian behind her.

It felt like she had been dragging the two for hours until she saw what looked like a barn ahead of them. (Y/n) thanked heaven and began dragging them faster until she finally reached the structure.

(Y/n) helps Cassian sit up against a crate while she sat K2 up against the wall of the barn. She approached Cassian and sat beside him, watching him look her over.

Her dress was ruined for sure, it was caked in mud and blood, and soaked from the rain. Her face was probably a mess too, unless the rain and the dip in the lake managed to wash all that makeup off.

“You look like hell…” he mumbled, smiling slightly as she chuckled at him. She began undoing the buns her hair was put into and shut her eyes in pain as the hair ties pulled at her scalp.

“You’re not lookin too peachy yourself, Cassian…” she mused. (Y/n) tossed the hair ties aside, leaving her hair down. She looked over Cassian’s leg and pulled at the torn fabric, glancing at his leg.

“That’s gonna be infected… shit.” She went into her pack, looking for some ointment.

The sound of a blaster powering up made her freeze in place. Cassian saw the new faces first and quickly raised his hands, prompting (Y/n) to do the same.

(Y/n) slowly turned and faced the stranger, stopping when she noticed it was a child. A young boy, with his little sister behind him. The blaster was too big for him, it looked almost comical.

“Are you with the Empire?” The boy demanded, keeping the blaster trained on (Y/n) and Cassian. Cassian’s hand inched towards his blaster, but (Y/n) stopped him with a look before looking back at the boy.

“We’re with the Rebellion…” she answered, watching him lower his blaster slightly. He caught sight of K2-SO and raised it once more.

“You have an Imperial droid with you.” He sneered, watching (Y/n) bite her lip nervously.

“We’re with the Rebellion… he’s been reprogrammed, he’s K2-SO. We call him K…” (Y/n) looked down at Cassian, nodding at him slightly. “This is Cassian, he’s kind of a stick in the mud but he’s okay… I’m (Y/n)”

The boy seemed more settled down by now and his sister giggled at the comment about Cassian. She held her brother’s sleeve and pointed at (Y/n).

“She’s pretty...” she murmured, tugging her brother to put the blaster down.

He stayed silent for a moment before pulling up his and his sister’s hoods on their rain coats. “Come inside the house, your droid stays here until morning.”

(Y/n) nodded quickly and stood, bring Cassian with her. The children led the two into their home near the barn.

The children watched at (Y/n) sat Cassian down and pulled the medical pack from her hip. The boy stopped her and offered them access to their bath, and their parents clothes. The two happily accepted and Cassian let (Y/n) shower first, leaving him alone with the kids.

Once she was out she helped Cassian into the shower and waited outside the door incase he needed any help. (Y/n) sat him down at the dining room table and lifted the baggy pants up so she could get a good look at his leg.

(Y/n) began working on getting it cleaned and sewed up properly, making sure the little sister wasn’t around to see the blood oozing from Cassian’s wound. The children introduced themselves, the boy was Benjen, his sister was Kaybee. Their parents had been drafted to work for the Empire, the two managed to hide out so they wouldn’t be taken as well.

(Y/n) felt so sad for them, they had to grow up so quickly, all because of the war.

Cassian suddenly jolted and shouted in pain startling (Y/n) out of her thoughts.

“Hold still, will ya? The more you move the more it’ll hurt.” she scolded, earning a small glare from him.

“Just take it easy with that needle.” He demanded, trying his best not to glare at the children who snickered at him.

Benjen and Kaybee began cooking dinner, the aroma made (Y/n)’s stomach growl a little too loud, she never felt so hungry in her life.

The only sounds made during dinner was the sound of utensils scraping against plates. (Y/n) and Cassian ate their food heartily, enjoying every last bite. They both chugged down their waters and finally noticed the children staring at them.

“What?” Cassian asked, causing (Y/n) lightly hit his arm.

“Do all Rebels eat like that?” Benjen asked, watching Cassian wipe stray grease off his chin.

“You never know when your last meal will be, this is the best meal we’ve had in months.” (Y/n) complimented, smiling at them as she dabbed her lips clean. “Sure beats the rations we get at the base.”

The two children smiled and finished off their meals.

“You can stay in our parent’s room… is that okay?” Benjen asked. (Y/n) quickly nodded before Cassian could object, and helped up Cassian so she could get him to bed.

Once the door shut and they were alone, Cassian laid on the bed and relaxed against the pillow. “Why did you say yes? Now we have to share.”

“Because I don’t want to reject their hospitality. They’re doing a brave thing by helping us.” She explained, laying down beside him. (Y/n) watched Cassian through the corner of her eyes as he took off his shirt, revealing bruises and scrapes dotting his torso, she had almost forgotten those damn radicals beat him senseless.

“Let me clean those.” She pulled her pack from the nightstand and sat beside him, pulling ointment from the pack. He sat still for her as she rubbed the medicine onto his bruises, shivering at her touch.

“Are you alright?” Cassian suddenly asked, catching her off guard. “The poison and Krennic… I was so worried about you…” he admitted.

(Y/n) wiped the ointment off her fingers and sighed softly, laying back and staring at the ceiling.

“I didn’t like any of that… obviously the poison part, but especially him…” she mused, staring down at her feet. “I’m not typically courted by men… and he proposed out of the blue. I knew I should have said yes, to throw him off. But I couldn’t.”

Cassian stiffened and clenched his fists, unaware that (Y/n) caught him in the act and smirked slightly.

“Oooh Cassian, are you jealous?” she teased, watching him turn to her, a deadpan look on his face. There was something else hidden behind his eyes, something (Y/n) recognized. She saw it in how Director Krennic had stared at her hours before, only this time it didn’t unsettle her. It didn’t make her skin crawl, or make her want to run away.

It was just her and Cassian.

Her smirk fell as their eyes locked, Cassian remained silent. (Y/n) moved the covers off her legs and grabbed her pack, mumbling something about her staying on the couch. Cassian’s hand caught hers, making her freeze in place.

She swiftly turned to him, leaving her hand in his.

“Three words… All I need to hear are three words, and I’ll stay.” she demanded, tears pricking at her eyes as she spoke.

Cassian watched her dumbstruck; he could never say it. He was a rebel, dedicated to his cause. (Y/n) knew that. She was foolish to have these feelings for him, and foolish to ever thing he’d reciprocate.

“Please…” he murmured, a pleading look in his eyes that had (Y/n) taken aback.

She allowed Cassian to gently pull her back into the bed and gingerly wrapped his arms around her, afraid that with one wrong move she would leave.

It took a moment for (Y/n) to process his embrace, how long at it been since he held somebody? Since somebody held her? It was all so surreal.

(Y/n) slowly melted into the hug and closed her eyes, resting her head on his chest.

No more words were exchanged as Cassian’s steady heartbeat lulled (Y/n) into a peaceful sleep.

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