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gaslightgatekeepgirlbosscombat · 5 months

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Group H, Round 4, Poll 2:

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Li Lianhua/Li Xiangyi

All men do is lie. He's a "miracle physician" (citation needed) who lies himself out of every situation he's in. Didn't so much as fake his death, rather let everyone believe he was dead and then lie to their face when asked about who he really is. Convinces everyone he's just a weak doctor who doesn't know any martial arts but has a cunning mind, despite the fact that he literally used to be the head of the martial arts world before being poisoned. Somehow nearly everyone he meets is in love with him. He's everything to me

#THE LI LIANHUA PROPAGANDA LEFT OUT HIM DRUGGING PEOPLE MULTIPLE TIMES #TO AVOID (POTENTIALLY) GETTING ASKED ABOUT THE ISSUES HE IS CHOOSING TO LOOK AWAY FROM AND NOT SEE #ALSO THE TIME SOMEONE FIGURED OUT HIS TRUE IDENTITY BUT THEN THEY FELL UNCONSCIOUS #AND HE GOT AWAY WITH IT BY TELLING THEM THEY HAD BEEN HALLUCINATING WHEN THEY WOKE UP

#if he doesn’t lie thirty-seven times a day he will die #you could show him a dna test proving he is li xiangyi and he’d deny it to your face

#HE ONCE SAYS TO A CHARACTER THAT ‘HE NEVER LIES’ TO GET OUT OF A SITUATION AND THAT WAS A BIG FAT LIE #TELLS A CHARACTER AN INTRICATE STORY ABOUT FINDING HIS OWN CORPSE ON THE BEACH COMPLETE WITH PHYSICAL EVIDENCE AND ALL JUST SO THE CHARACTER #REACHES THE CONCLUSION THAT HES DEAD #HE GATEKEEPS THE VIEWER FROM KNOWING HIS FULL STORY ON RELIABLE TERMS AND YOU HAVE TO PIECE IT TOGETHER PAINSTAKINGLY

#continuously lies to the person he calls his jianghu bff to evade his questions regarding his identity #puts on a mask and defends the bff in fights#then shows up later like #🥺 wow that was so scary glad you were here to protect me! i have no martial arts skills #evades arrest by pretending like being shoved against a wall broke his ribs #'🥺 i'm just a little guy and you're so strong you'd better check out my ribs' #and then throws knockout powder at him

Ianthe Tridentarius

She is trying so hard to be the main character by lying and manipulating her sister, her cavalier, her mentor, her ?love interests? (Spoiler???) And also god. Not sure how it's working out for her but she does love to lie and manipulate

Worstie Ianthe is the DEFINITION of gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss. She is one of a set of necromancer twins that are the heirs to their houses rule. Except wait, only she is a necromancer and she has spent their entire lives doing necromancy for the both of them. She is constantly mean to their cavalier, Naberius, who she occasionally nibbles on like a chew toy, before eventually killing and eating him to ascend to sainthood. She goes to gods spaceship with another woman who ascended to sainthood who she has a crush on, this other woman is like…. Both incredibly mentally unwell and also haunted by at least 211 ghosts. Ianthes method of flirting with her? Gaslighting her about the corpse that keeps moving around and hiding under her bed. For no real reason tbh. She is clearly plotting to overthrow god, and at the moment that consists of her manipulating him while he’s too sad about his long term partners betraying him and subsequently exploding to really care. She dresses in terrible outfits and makes soup by burning onions to the bottom of a pot, putting meat in and some vegetables and then it doesn’t taste like anything so she puts in a few teaspoons of salt so it tastes like a few teaspoons of salt. She had her crush amputate her arm and regrow her a new one out of bone and it’s one of the horniest things I’ve read in my life.

"Gaslight = told her lobotomized (she helped), schizophrenic girlobsession that there was no corpse under their bed, even tho there totally was. Gatekeep = girl did NOT share the secret to god-like ascension. She kept that shit to herself until it was time to eat her boytoy, and by then everyone knew already. Girlboss = she has a non-necromancer twin sister, and literally Everyone thinks they r both necromancers because Ianthe is so good at it. She reverse engineered ascending to the aforementioned ascension without even completing any of the supplementary tasks. She held her own in a fight against a 10k year old lyctor. She becomes the figurehead of her entire empire. "

She uses a man as a chewtoy in the first book, literally gaslights the protagonist of the second book about a corpse, and elder-abuses God when he gets depressed in the third book. Nobody is doing it like her.

Dives headfirst with no regrets while basically laughing and covered in blood into murdering her cavalier once she realizes what the gothic locked room mystery/competition leads to while everyone else is questioning it, helps perform lobotomy on harrow so she doesn't remember the person she loves, manipulates everyone to get to the top

idk just everything about her

her relationship with her sister is incredibly Bad, she fosters codependency and views Corona(the sister) as an extension of herself. This does not stop her from keeping up the con that Corona actually has magic (She doesn't, it was always just Ianthe) for 22ish years and every single person who interacts with them falls for it. She killed a man against his will (most dying for this purpose specifically go willingly) and she consumed him and she will be burning his soul for eternity. She's completely repulsive and still somehow incredibly hot.

she takes advantage of the fact that the main character is prone to hallucinations. at one point she gaslights the mc into believing that the corpse under her bed isn't real just because she can. she reverse engineered a set of very complex trials on her own without anyone realizing she had the skills to complete them normally. she's also babysat god through his drunk and pathetic era.

#round 4 #group h #Li Lianhua #Li Xiangyi #Mysterious Lotus Casebook #tlt #gideon the ninth #harrow the ninth #nona the ninth #the locked tomb #ianthe tridentarius #cw ianthe tridentarius #ianthe the first

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mycolourfullworld · 8 months

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One of the most Iconic moment in sport history.

Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr on June 18th 1963 in London survived a fourth round Knocked down against Britain's Henry Cooper on the way to 19 successive victories and at age of 22 years earned a shot at World Heavyweight boxing title held by Sonny Liston.

On the night of February 25th 1964 in Miami Beach Florida USA

Young and energetic Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr stunned the World flattered, shattered and battered Sonny Liston intimidating credential.

September 14th 1964 Cassius Marcellus Clay Jr announced that he had been converted to the Black Muslim Faith hence forth be known as Muhammad Ali and same day he was stripped of his WBA Heavy Weight boxing title because he signed return bout with Sonny Liston instead of meeting Ernie Terrell No 1 contender for WBA Heavyweight boxing title.

The Vacant WBA Heavyweight boxing title was won by Ernie Terrell that defeated Eddie Machen in Chicago in the of March 5th 1965.

Muhammad Ali defended his World Heavyweight boxing title first time against former World Heavyweight Champion Sonny Liston the famous Championship fight took place at Lewiston Maine USA, May 25th 1965.

An extra -ordinary and dramatic boxing match defending Champion Muhammad Ali in early first round successfully delivered three solid hard punches but boxing fans at ringside did not see the third blow.

The combined speed and accuracy of the blow generated enough power to lifted Sonny Liston left foot which most of his weight was placed down fell to the canvas.

The boxing fans that came for the boxing show was busy at gate to bought the tickets but surprised announcement reached the gate the Championship fight is over.

Muhammad Ali after little more than a minute of the first round demanded that "Ugly Bear " Liston to climbed off the canvas.

Cried fake fake roused from Crowd.

After the epic Championship fight defending Champion Muhammad Ali christened his amazing Knockout blow as secret of "Anchor Punch" so fast, can't see it.

Ali claimed he was taught by Stepin Fetchit his how to delivered anchor punch and Stepin Fetchit learned it from boxing legend Jack Johnson the first Black fighter to ever captured coveted World Heavyweight boxing title on December 26th 1908 in Australia.

After the Championship former World Heavyweight boxing Champion Sonny Liston Commented" I got a fast shuttle".

Muhammad Ali Commented" I told you I had a big surprise in store for the fight, Sonny Liston went down in a minute sooner than expected, if I said wouldn't Knockout Sonny Liston in 1 minute 49 second of the first round that would hurt the gate ".

The smallest Crowd in modern Heavyweight Championship fight in history of boxing was 2,434 spectators that night witnessed first round Knocked out of Sonny Liston.

Muhammad Ali provided a truly unforgettable memorable night in history of boxing.

Muhammad Ali koed Sonny Liston and created his Iconic photo.

Sonny Liston was meanest, explosive, stronger and baddest Heavyweight Champion ever.

Having 15 inch diameter wide fist stopped prime Floyd Patterson consecutively in the first round in an Heavyweight Championship fight.

Sonny Liston fought in the 60s Era which was the best golden age in history of boxing.

Most feared Sonny Liston was he truly took a dive or Muhammad Ali phantom punch really stopped Sonny Liston in the first round?

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pesiko · 3 years

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HYUNJIN SERIES RECS

⇨ ongoing | ✔ completed

Clumsy (sns AU) {8} ⇨

You were a klutz, that wasn’t news. But maybe your clumsiness finally did you some good when you accidentally poured your banana smoothie all over Hwang Hyunjin. Hey, at least it got him to acknowledge you, right? @hyuwujin

Coffee Time (sns AU) {19} ✔

Hyunjin falls in love very easily, and he falls hard. Shame there’s a new barista at his favorite coffee shop. @lvanter

Crush Culture (sns AU) {43} ✔

There are a few rules to follow when you’re drunk, sleep deficit, or dangerously bored: never create fake social media accounts, never use those accounts to incite general chaos and mischief, and never ever lie about your identity, especially if it’s to the prettiest girl you’ve ever seen. Unfortunately for him, Hyunjin’s broken all three. @nakyngs

Haven (sns AU) {76} ✔

You expected this semester at jyp academy to be like any other but when you cross paths with the resident “bad boy”, Hwang Hyunjin, your life gets a bit more complicated. @starrytxt

I Choose You (sns AU) {21} ✔

Y/N has to deal with Hyunjin's annoying girlfriend because she doesn't want to ruin their relationship. @3rachasaucy

Jackpot M {3} ⇨

College is a matter of working hard and playing hard. It’s an opportunity to start fresh, to grow as an individual and to blossom with those you befriend. People come and people go, leaving their mark on your life and showing you all the parts of becoming an adult. Some, however, do more than leave their mark. Some take just as much as they give. Things become complicated once they take the entirety of your love because you outright offered it to them. @wonderlustlucas

Just a Fan (sns AU) {8} ⇨

Y/n’s a huge fan of Hyunjin, a famous model. What happens when she gets herself tangled up in his life after an incident at the airport and now the media thinks she’s his girlfriend? @hyunjizns

Knockout (sns AU) {20} ✔

The weirdest thing about switching bodies with an athlete isn’t when you wake up sore and bruised. Or when you go to sleep after a day of being in Hyunjin’s body after practice feeling like shit, but waking up in your own, all traces of pain dissipating. That isn’t even the worst part of it, though. The worst part is that you’re slowly falling in love with the second life you’re living. That you’re slowly falling in love with a boy you haven’t even met. @bangprint

Past Mistakes (sns AU) {18} ✔

The summer of 2012, I fell for you. We were only young, but my love for you did not last long. But now you’re back, and I am confused to say the least. @serenhyunjinity

You’re my Best Friend (sns AU) {17} ⇨

College is supposed to be the best few years of your life, but it hardly feels like that for Hyunjin. He should be thrilled to be on the school’s elite dance team, and yet he’s more concerned about his best friend falling in love with another member. He only cares so much because he wants the best for her though, right? @panickedmarklee

❥ HYUNJIN NAVI

[main masterlist] [stray kids masterlist] updated 7-31-21

#hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #stray kids #skz #hyunjin fic recs #stray kids fic recs #hyunjin series #stray kids series #hyunjin fluff #hyunjin angst #hyunjin imagines #hyunjin scenarios #hyunjin fic #hyunjin fanfic #hyunjin x reader #stray kids fic #stray kids fanfic

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ranger-rai · 2 years

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Scraggy guy back with an update so got the little guy home and my folks learned the hard way to not just walk up to him randomly by him throwing sand he kept in his little pants at them his interactions with the torrcat resulted in a one hit knockout for the little guy and he’s currently still asleep while the skitty pokes him on occasion but right now I’m just setting up a little area for him to sleep and so far efforts have been….unsuccessful due to me having not to much knowledge on fighting or dark type nests

Hahah. I warned ya.

Now I kinda had a similar problem with Sylvester when he was getting adjusted, he was very on edge and couldn't relax for a while.

Take notice of where he fell asleep and try to replicate that for him first.

He's a fighting type so he shouldn't have too many complications with sleeping, but since he's so small, try getting him something like a Beanbag chair for a bed, they can be comfortable and they should fit him fine.

However you should also keep in mind that this pokemon might have been living in rough or not so great conditions so it might not be used to comfort yet, it's the "bed is too soft" situation.

He will come around in time so just be patient, maybe see if he will enjoy a stuffed animal to hold.

As for the sand, you might want to give him a bath and explain why we don't need to carry sand anymore.

Try giving him the responsibility to hold something that's "important" like maybe you can polish a rock or buy some fake gems at the craft store and ask him to keep them safe so he will be less likely to throw them.

It's going to take some time, but once you all have set boundaries and know each other better I'm sure you two will be great friends.

#ranger rai #pokemon ranger #the ranger base #ask me anything #little scrappy pokemon are some of the monst fun

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cryysiswritesthings · 3 years

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The Multi-verse Theory || UFC

Series: Inuyasha, Modern AU Rating: Mature Warnings: N/A Status: On-going Pairing: KogKag Summary:

Something caught his opponent’s attention. Gold eyes flicked to the side once, twice, before lighting up with recognition. Split lips lifted in a smirk, a single fang glinting in the overhead lights. His stance shifted, newfound resolve strengthening overworked muscles.

Kouga knew that look. When it was genuine, he’d watched winning contenders get slaughtered by their opponents. But you always knew when it was faked. The loser would put on a show, try to get in a few jabs, and then lose their false confidence at the knockout. But for a guy like this…

The scent hit him then. Subtle and hard to make out through pounds of sweat-soaked bodies. Vanilla and sandalwood.

Damn it all. She’d shown up.

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His coaches were yelling in the background, but he couldn’t hear them over the crowd’s roar and the blood rushing in his ears. The half-breed was breathing hard, spitting blood to the floor. He was a flagging; a few more hits and he’d be down for the count. Bastard put up a better fight than he’d expected, but it hadn’t been enough. Not even close.

The scent hit him then. Subtle and hard to make out through pounds of sweat-soaked bodies. Vanilla and sandalwood.

Damn it all. She’d shown up.

Kouga wiped at the sweat dripping down his head, using the motion to hide his grimace of annoyance. Somehow, her presence had a way of screwing him over every time. Just like now. A moment ago, he’d had this fight in the bag.

Looked like he was wrong.

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Kouga sat alone, head hanging in gloved hands while the crowd cheered outside. He’d been so close. So damn fucking close. It was almost laughable.

Three combos and an uppercut. That’s all it had taken. Total knockout. And it was all her fucking fault.

Metal hinges creaked, telling him someone had come to witness his defeat. Likely one of the coaches coming to give him another ‘pep talk--’

He caught the scent of dog. He bared his teeth, the expression hidden in his gloves.

Dog, sandalwood, and vanilla.

Her heels clacked against the concrete floor, but Kouga didn’t lift his head. It was the scrape of a metal chair against the concrete that finally made him look at her, glacial eyes brimming with a mixture of amusement and rage.

Raven black hair fell against her back in waves, storm grey eyes lined with kohl. Her shirt was navy satin; her black skirt stopped above her knees, showing off creamy skin and smooth legs. In her manicured hands was a small tape recorder, its red light shining power. Glitter pink lips lifted in a smile.

Kagome Higurashi. Reporter for the Sports Radar.

He’d been a goner the second he laid eyes on her.

“Kouga, the self-proclaimed Wolf of the ring. Three-time tournament champion, tonight’s victory will send him on a one-way trip to the national semi-finals. Or at least,” Kagome’s smile shifted, becoming an amused grin. He had to fight not to return it. “It was supposed to.”

“Nice to see you too, Higurashi,” Kouga growled crossly, finally letting his hands drop..

“Tell us Kouga, after that… sudden, epic defeat, how are you feeling? It has to be tough, knowing you were so close, and then seconds later having it all ripped away from you.”

His gaze flicked between her face and the glowing light on the recorder. His coaches hated it when he fucked up interviews. Too bad he didn’t really care.

He straightened on the bench with a tired sigh. “You here supporting my opponents now? Thought I was your favorite.”

Pleased, she mimicked the motion. “I don’t come to offer my personal support. I just do interviews with contenders.” Her grin sharpened. “And write glowing reviews of the winners.”

‘Glowing reviews.’ Yeah, all that white hair had nearly blinded him at the start of the match. “And when this is over, how long is it going to take you to ask his opinion about my answers?”

She tapped her chin, thoughtful. “I suppose that depends. Sports fans always like hearing about their favorites losing to the underdog.” He wondered if she’d be able to hear her smile when she listened to the recording later. “Even if it is just to scream about the match being rigged.”

“If you’re there it may as well be,” he groused. He glowered at the recorder. “Turn that fucking thing off, unless you want those sports fans to hear something they shouldn’t.”

She laughed and rose. “Why Kouga,” with practiced ease, she flicked the switch and pocketed the recorder. Finally. “Whatever could you mean?”

Kouga growled and tugged her into his lap. “Woman…”

Kagome smiled and brushed the tip of her nose against his. “Problem, champ?”

“Ex-champ,” he said sourly, then nipped her chin sharply. “So thanks for that.”

She snickered, unashamed, and ran slim fingers through his sweat-soaked bangs. “I’d say I’m sorry, but it wouldn’t really be true.”

“Mh-hm.” He let his eyes close and savored the feeling of her nails dragging over his scalp. “How much longer are you here for?“

She shrugged, tugging at the tie in his hair until it came free. The hand not in his hair cupped the back of his neck and scratched at the soft skin. “Could be a while. Managers want me to cozy up with the new champ.”

Kouga’s lips lifted in a snarl, his peace momentarily shattered. Clawed fingers pulled her satin shirt from beneath her skirt, his large hand a brand of heat against her side. “Yeah, I know. I hate it.”

He didn’t see Kagome’s smile, but the kiss she pressed to his lips was meant to soothe. His chest rumbled; he didn’t appreciate the placation, but let her do it anyway. He liked her feisty, but she tasted that much sweeter when he played at understanding.

She brushed her cheek over his jaw, her breath warm against his ear. “You know no matter what they ask me to do,” she whispered, “you’re the one I come home to. That’s not going to change.”

He bit his tongue to cut off his immediate response. Instead, he wrapped his free hand in her hair and directed her face to his. He returned her earlier gesture, a soft brush of the tip of his nose against hers. “Yeah. Doesn’t mean I have to like it.“

Satisfied, Kagome hummed and dripped kisses over his lips and jaw. “I wouldn’t ask you too. There is one good thing about this though.” She paused. “Well, two things, if you want to think about it.”

Kouga’s snort was all the answer he needed. Rather than keep talking, he pressed kisses over her neck and nipped gently at the delicate skin. Her soft gasp encouraged him, but it didn’t erase the burn of his jealousy. The dark bruises he sucked on her neck helped.

“Kouga…”

He released her, but only to hike the edge of her skirt up to her thighs. “Problem, Kagome?”

Her whimper answered him. His smile was wicked; he kept his mouth busy at her neck to hear more of those sounds, the scent of her arousal hovering in his nose. When her skirt was high enough, she straddled his lap of her own volition. His hands covered the tops of her thighs and pulled her closer. There was just enough space between them for her to undo the first buttons of her blouse and reveal fine black lace, peppered with shining crystals, over the white silk of her bra.

Kouga growled low, and in his anger he drug his fangs over her throat. “This had better not be for him. Tell me that isn’t for him.”

Kagome gasped in surprise and shook her head. “It’s not,” she tugged his face from her neck with his hair. Blue eyes locked, firm with intent. “I didn’t wear this for him. It’s a present. I got it for you.”

His anger subsided, soothed by the admission. Kouga slid his fingers higher under her skirt. “Matching set?”

She bit her lip and nodded, sliding the fabric up to her waist. The sides were black ribbon, neat bows keeping the fabric in place. There was a column of black lace over the center of white silk, and more black ribbon sitting atop it, a double-cross lacing that stretched from one end of the lace to the other.

But the pièce de résistance of her lingerie took shape in the large tear-drop crystal at its center, a beacon to draw the eye and keep it there.

Kouga’s smirk was all predator, his rumble of pleasure vibrating in her chest. The sound set off sparks of heat everywhere in her body. One place in particular.

The scent of her arousal filled his nose, and he swelled with pride. He nibbled her ears' outer shell, making the woman in his arms shiver. “You want me.”

“Yes,” she said quietly, and bit her lip when he pulled at the ties. “Kouga, wait…”

“Why?” His jealousy flared again; he rocked his hips upwards and his erection against her slowly dripping core. “Your new friend waiting for you?”

“Yes,” she snapped back, growing tired of the game, “he is.” That had always been a part of the deal, no matter how much he disliked it. He wasn’t allowed to interfere with her work. But she didn’t want to fight, so she tried to soften her tone.

“I have to finish my interview,” she tilted her head back and rose to her knees, putting herself above him. “And we both know how you get. Once we get started, you can’t stop.”

Kouga narrowed his eyes. “I don’t ever hear you complaining.”

“I’m not complaining,” she laughed, kissing the bridge of his nose. “I would just rather not start a sex marathon in the locker room when I have to be somewhere.”

The wolf snorted. “I don’t see the problem.”

Kagome rolled her eyes. “The problem, champ,” she teased, finding her feet so she could stand, “is that you don’t like being interrupted. And I don’t want to have to worry about my responsibilities when you’re pounding into me.”

She laughed at his scowl, but the wolf didn’t mind. Not really. Instead, he watched her set her clothes to rights. “You said he’s not seeing those?” She hummed an affirmative while she fumbled with a button. Kouga stood and took over for her. “Then we compromise.”

His reporter raised a brow. “I’m listening.”

He backed her into a wall, trapping her with his body. “I let you finish your interview with… minimal complaints,” he ignored her snicker. “But I only got to see part of this new set.”

“Mm, that’s true.” She tilted her head to the side to give him access to her throat. He accepted the offer and set his teeth against his previous marks. “And I did spend so long picking it out.”

“Exactly. It should be properly appreciated.” It was hard to resist the urge to pick up her and wrap her legs around his waist, but he managed it. “So you go finish your interview, and I let the assholes yell at me for a bit. But when I get home…” he drew a claw down her side. “I want you laid out in my bed. With just my present.”

Just the idea made her quiver; heat pooled low in her belly. “I think I can manage something.”

His smile showed glinting fangs.

“I thought you’d say that.”

#kogkag #inuyasha #multiverse #ufc fighting

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im-the-king-of-the-ocean · 4 years

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Rose Puppetry Ch2

Chapter 1.

Originally, I was just going to post Rose Puppetry chapters to AO3, but I realized, when I get to post one of the last 2 chapters, I’ll finally get to reveal the other ulterior motive behind the fic’s existence (other than, you know, really wanting to write something steampunk-y).

(like, when I first thought of this fic, I had a very specific scene in mind (but we’re still not there bc I keep Going Off On Worldbuilding And It’s Fun). Anyways, the reveal of what that is, I think, would work better on Tumblr. So, for the sake of keeping everything together, I’ll post chapters here too.

The Path to You

The pilot expertly navigates the drop ship around Prime’s Flight Engines. The sharp breeze created by the churn of the engines’ massive propellers whips Penny’s hair around her head. One error here on part of the pilot and they’ll all be dead. Their ship ripped to shreds by the blades and those of them lucky enough to survive that left to plunge back down to Mantle.

With the exception, of course, of Penny, who has flight capabilities of her own.

So far, she’s been lucky enough not to be the sole survivor of an operation. Penny dearly hopes that day will never come, although she’s constantly aware of the possibility that it might.

Thankfully, they make it around the Flight Engines in one piece and steer up towards one of the unauthorized entrances to Atlas’s Prime’s notorious Underbelly.

To build their city, Atlas’s founders ripped a great mass of earth from the ground and launched it into the sky. In the gaping hole it left in its wake, Crater Town, the poorest of Mantle’s slums quickly grew. Populated by desperate people displaced when the very earth beneath their homes was yanked away and lifted to where they could not hope to reach, it remains a harsh and bitter place to live. Though most of Crater Town’s inhabitants are honest folk just trying to eke out a decent enough life, the crime lords have long since settled in and taken control.

Up above, in Atlas, Crater Town’s twin quickly formed. Sure, on the surface, Atlas may be an elegant, gleaming, polished city, but it still needs workers to constantly make it so. When they realized this problem (and that absolutely no one amongst themselves was going to just volunteer for the unsavory, menial jobs), the highest ranking of Atlas society started offering employment to Mantle’s working class. In return for their hard labor, those Atlas’s creation displaced could come up and live out their very own Atlesian Dream.

Given the alternative was staying somewhere where, if the various gangs’ enforcers didn’t kill you for not paying your debts on time first, lung sickness or another disease quickly would, almost all the offers were quickly snapped up. However, instead of being embraced into Atlesian society, Crater Town folk soon found themselves shunted off into an out-of-sight, out-of-mind underground city carved out of the very soil stolen from them. The Underbelly.

Life in Mantle may not have been good, but the Underbelly’s inhabitants consider their lot worse. Their hopes had been raised on the prospect of achieving a better life for themselves and their children. Instead they were told to rot in a dark, twisting, labyrinthine city directly beneath the Atlesian streets they keep shining clean day in and day out.

The drop ship reaches its destination. No one who isn’t looking specifically for discrepancies would be able to recognize the section of Atlas’s underside as fake. The false cover slides out of place to reveal a gaping tunnel entrance into the rock. One by one, Penny and her team climb up out of their ship and into it. They don’t stop moving until they reach a small chamber some distance inside the tunnel.

A couple members of the Rebellion’s Atlas cell are there to meet them when they arrive. They hand off the fake uniforms Penny and her team will need silently, and then depart for their own assignments. Atlas surveillance tech shouldn’t work this deep in the Underbelly, but the city prides itself on its innovations. Their mission is too important to jeopardize by saying the exact wrong thing and this being the one time the drones successfully made it this deep.

As she changes into the maintenance worker clothes, Penny lets her mind briefly wander to happier times. Sunlit days in Vale.

Her friendship with Ruby had started out as just another part of her mission. What better way to learn about Vale was there than getting to know one of the locals, after all?

Penny can’t say she knows the exact moment when things changed. She’s tried time and time again to pin it down exactly. Was it their visit to the fair? The movie theater? The way Ruby laughed or the way her eyes sparkled? What was it about her that made Penny feel like she never had before? That made her want to never return to Atlas. That made her stop sending her reports back because she was far happier in Vale.

With Atlas so far away, Penny had thought, they wouldn’t be able to reach her. Her greatest mistake will now forever remain underestimating the reach of the General King.

For all she can’t remember the precise moment she fell in love with Ruby, Penny does certainly remember the night—the last one she ever had in the cute, little apartment she and Ruby called home—that they came for her. She remembers the melody of the song she and Ruby were listening to on the radio. It had been a slow, sweet, song. Penny can’t remember the words. They’d been too busy dancing, getting lost in each other’s embrace, to listen closely.

There’d been a knock at the door; the briefest of warnings. A canister shattered the window as it flew in, popped open, and let out a cloud of knockout gas to invade their home.

Penny had been restrained before she could make the first move to fighting back. The knockout gas didn’t—couldn’t—work on her, but she’d watched in horror as Ruby inhaled it, her eyelids fluttered, and she crumpled to the ground.

That was the last Penny ever saw Ruby before a black hood was pulled over her head and she was forcibly shut off.

Penny came to in Atlas, in the throne room specifically. Ironwood lauded her for her ploy. For gaining the trust of a Vale huntress. For knowing the General King would send the AceOps, his right hand, for her when she severed contact. For rightly assuming they’d capture the huntress they found with her. For delivering what they needed to win the war once and for all.

She would be a hero for her actions, he said.

Penny fled the first chance she got.

Finding where Ruby was imprisoned was much more difficult than she thought it would be. Penny’s love wasn’t in any of the usual prisons, or even the handful of secret ones Penny knew of. Eventually, she caught wind of the rumor that Ironwood had given Ruby to his top scientist, Dr. Watts, for reasons no one seemed to know. Not that they really needed to.

Everyone knows the name Arthur Watts. The boogeyman in almost bedtime story told to overly rambunctious children. He may not be a threatening figure when he makes the rare public appearance, but he’s responsible, parents will warn their offspring in hushed tones, for the monsters who they never, ever want to cross.

Hazel, the Law Enforcer who no longer seems able to feel pain after an extended stay in Watts’s lab. A giant of a man with the ability to inject Dust directly into his body. He’ll offer candy to children and speak to them in a kind-sounding voice to get them to let him in their homes. Then, once he’s inside, he’ll lay waste to their families. Just look at what happened to the Pines after the Enforcers were tipped off that they were spies leaking intel to King Ozpin in Vale.

No one speaks the name of Tyrian Callows in fear simply saying it will summon him to their location. Technically a wanted criminal, but one who’s never been arrested. At least not for very long. Sometimes either a green or overly cocky detective will try to bring him in. Some even have managed to get him into a prison cell. The next morning will see them (and anyone in the general vicinity of the jail, if Tyrian’s in the mood, which he always seems to be) dead, poisoned wounds scarring their chests.

A couple years back a homegrown protest movement against Ironwood started in Mantle. In the first week or two, almost every leadership figure within it was dead, marked by those same slash marks. Sure, there’s no hard evidence that Tyrian did it under orders from Atlas, but when one takes into account the law’s ineffectiveness against him and his shiny, expensive-looking, Atlesian-made, prosthetic scorpion tail, they figure they have enough of the picture to come to the right conclusion.

Then there’s Cinder Fall. The less said about her the better. Some say she’s the creation of a much darker, much more sinister force than Arthur Watts. No one ever wants to imagine what that is. So they say, her dark arm, whatever disturbing substance its made out of, originated in Watts’s lab. Sure, it’s still a nightmare, but a lesser one.

And those are just the recent ones. The most well-known ones. People disappear off the streets sometimes and then something similar to them will appear out of Watts’s lab.

He’s not someone Penny can take on. At least not on her own.

Penny was recognized immediately by the Rebellion’s leader, Robyn Hill (one of the few survivors of Tyrian’s protester massacre), when she found them. Not many knew of Penny’s existence or what her face looked like, but Robyn is sharp, clever. She hadn’t survived this far by not knowing this things. There wasn’t trust between them, not in the beginning. But Penny was honest about her motives, what she wanted out of all this.

Penny hadn’t been sure what was best for everyone when she stood on the Rebellion’s doorstep. She was still struggling with separating her own sense of self from what Atlas intended for her. She could not say she was joining the Rebellion because she truly aligned with their values (at least, not then, that would come later). But, if they would help her save Ruby, she would swear her life to fight for them.

And so, she had. Until this day, when they finally have their opportunity to raid Watts’s lab and rescue Ruby.

Penny and her team make their way through the Underbelly until they come to one of the service entrances leading into Atlas itself. They pause, each making peace with their lives, before exiting into one of the most beautiful cities to ever exist.

#rwby #whirls writing #rose puppetry

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richiefuckfacetozier · 5 years

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Chapter 2: Funny Feeling

Story: Why Can’t This Be Love

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Art of Eddie and Richie by @whatidoisxsecret

Located on Archive of Our Own

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Eddie’s leg was bouncing up and down quickly as he sat in the semi-empty Thai food restaurant. Mike and him always had lunch at on Wednesday. It started after Mike’s dad died for a source of comfort. Not that Eddie felt qualified in any way to comfort someone after the death of a parent when he could barely remember his own father, but Mike meant a lot to him. He needed someone who would listen. Who would not change the subject because they were uncomfortable like Bill, or make an inappropriate joke like Richie, or avoid the topic of fathers altogether like Beverly had every right to do. Ben used to come before his big promotion, it had him traveling too much now. That left, Eddie, who would listen, nod, give some thoughts, but mostly just be there for Mike.

They kept up their lunch dates long after Will Hanlon’s death because it was special to them. If there were a couple of dishes they both wanted, they would get them and share. Mike always got a dessert that Eddie would mooch from. Spending one on one time with Mike was easy, never worrisome.

For once, Eddie was especially nervous today because he had to lie to Mike. Lying to his friends was not his forte. He knew how to lie or fudge the truth, it was an important ability he developed living under his mother’s strict roof. The question wasn’t whether he could do it or not but the guilt might eat at him.

This was all Richie’s FAULT. Last night when he suggested they be each other’s dates to Ben and Beverly’s wedding, Eddie was so caught off guard that he found himself agreeing. Well, not exactly saying yes, but he certainly didn’t say no. He told Richie he would think about it. The idea was actually brilliant, the only problem would be convincing their friends they were dating and not just using a loophole in the ‘Eddie and Richie must have wedding dates’ rule.

He wasn’t even necessarily nervous to pretend to be Richie’s date. In fact, he found himself a little exhilarated at the prospect. Their conversation about how to handle this didn’t get very far, but Richie said they would have to start dropping hints to the losers club immediately. It wouldn’t be enough to be each other’s date, they must convince everyone they liked each other as more than best friends. It was this part that sent him into a bit of a spiral.

“Sorry, I’m late!” Mike came flying into him for a quick hug, almost tipping him out of the chair, then sat across picking up his menu. Eddie looked at the tired, yet caffeine-fueled human in front of him fondly. Mike was a handsome and extremely good-hearted man. It always surprised him that Mike was single, but Eddie had a feeling he was looking for the kind of true love his parents’ possessed. Which wouldn’t be easy to replicate as the Hanlons were a beautiful couple.

“You’re fine.” Eddie waved him off. “I’ve just been suffering from the boredom of waiting for you.”

Mike rolled his eyes, “So much suffering. I bet you were texting Richie the whole time.”

“No, I wasn’t!” his eyes flashed in irritation. He hadn’t been, nevermind that normally he would be texting Richie. Right now he felt a little nauseous thinking about it. “My life doesn’t revolve around him.”

Mike laughed, “No need to bite my head off.” Eddie rolled his eyes but begrudgingly smiled.

“So why were you late?” Eddie asked.

“Boss needed me to show a new employee around the library.” Mike picked up the menu. “She seems nice.”

“Nice?” Eddie raised an eyebrow in surprise. His friend tended to be very private about people he might find attractive. It was vital he stayed cautious, if not also a bit nosy, when trying to ask questions. He hesitated then, “Are you interested in her?” Then immediately regretted it as that was probably too much too fast. So much for cautious.

Mike glanced over the top of his menu clearly debating how much to reveal. His dark eyes were steady with internal conflict. “Maybe? She’s a knockout that’s for sure. So how was dinner last night? Any new news?”

He nodded still wanting to push the subject further but he had the job of leaving hints about his own fake dating life. He considered how to do this then a crazy idea came to him.

Without meeting Mike’s eyes, Eddie started by saying, “Mike...I think I am gay.” He couldn’t believe he just said those words aloud.

A gasp and smile came from Mike’s lips, “Oh wow! I…” He was completely thrown for what to say. “Thank you for sharing that. How do you feel?”

“A little sick to be honest.” Eddie groaned. He should not have done that. It was a mistake. Suddenly, his breathing picked up in a telltale sign of a panic attack emerging.

“Hey, hey…that’s ok.” Mike reassured him gently, he reached forward to pat Eddie’s hand comfortingly.

“I told Richie too.” Eddie gasped out, breathing evening back out with his friend’s kindness. Silence ensued as Mike clearly tried to control his facial expressions. This was Eddie’s chance, he gulped heavily. “I’m happy Richie knows.”

Mike hesitated then said, “Oh yeah?”

Eddie nodded, “Ya know, because he’s...he’s Richie.” He’s my person. But Eddie didn’t want to say that out loud and offend Mike, someone just as important. “I don’t know how I am going to tell Ben and Bev when they JUST told Richie and me about this ‘Have to take a date to their wedding’ deal.” Eddie bit the bottom of his lip. “Thanks for not warning me by the way.” He said sarcastically, removing his hand from underneath Mike’s.

Mike opened his mouth to defend himself but the waitress swooped in to grab their food and drink orders. She gave Eddie a wink when he asked for his meal, which reddened his cheeks a bit in embarrassment. People flirting with him always made him uncomfortable. Except with Richie, he was the only person Eddie could laugh off the flirting easily. Most likely from years of dealing with it.

After she walked away, Mike turned to Eddie with a determined expression, “You had to know they would ask something like this of you. Stanley’s wedding was bad enough then Bill’s, you both need someone to rein you in.”

A spark of rage ignited within Eddie, he was always easily angered when pushed. “Those were rough fucking times for me! And last year was hard as fuck on Richie with the death of his dad. You should understand of all people.”

Mike’s lips pursed and he spoke very slowly, “I do understand, Eddie. But this day is about Beverly and Ben. They get to ask whatever the fuck they want from any of us.”

“It’s embarrassing, Mike.” Eddie’s voice was rising in pitch and volume as a familiar panic started to set in. “Forcing me to get a date and, in turn, now I have to come out to them to explain why the person I am bringing will be a guy. It wasn’t fair of them to put me and Richie on the spot like that! You knew! You should have said something.” As all of this rolled out of Eddie’s mouth, a crazy dawning hit him. He might actually...be...no...he can’t be. Can he?

Mike listened carefully before sighing loudly. He looked away from Eddie then back at him. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

Eddie nodded. “That’s all I wanted to hear.”

They got interrupted by the waitress coming with their food and drinks. The meals smelled incredible but neither of them touched their food. Mike clearly wanted to say more from the tense way his jaw twitched.

“I really didn’t think about it, Eddie. I’m sorry you were put in that position.” Mike gave the saddest expression that made his tired face look even more burdened.

Eddie was never able to stay mad at his friends for long. “You apologized. Good enough for me.” And almost as a sign of peace, Eddie reached over and took a spoonful of Mike’s Pad Thai. “So tell me about the library girl.”

Mike beamed at him. “Her name is Carole Danners…”

Eddie marched forward like a soldier ready for war. He got to the door of Richie’s apartment and knocked. There was a thump and yell from inside. Richie must have been napping then fell off the couch. Which made sense since he worked the night shift at the Radio station and did standup many nights.

Eddie was losing his resolve with every passing second. It was taking far too long for Richie to answer. His feet started carrying him away from the stoop then the door flung open.

Richie’s hair was messy, sticking out everywhere. Eddie was annoyed at how his cheeks warmed seeing Richie shirtless and wearing only boxers.

Now, he isn’t blind or an idiot, Eddie knows Richie is really good looking. He’s known the guy through braces, the growth spurt, his skin clearing and the mercy of puberty turning him into a beautiful man. Richie works out to keep fit for industry standards, he has a soft stomach from still eating junk and too much beer, his eyes are ocean blue behind stylish glasses, jaw defined, and overall unfair attractiveness.

Richie leaned on the doorframe with a smirk. “You going to stand there and drool over my sexiness or come inside?”

Eddie frowned, shoved past him and into the apartment. “I wasn’t drooling you turd. And you aren’t sexy, you’re a nerd.”

“So what do I owe the pleasure of your company, besides the obvious of enjoying your company always.” Richie plopped down on his couch and patted the seat next to him. Except Eddie didn’t feel like sitting yet. He went over to the record that was playing a Queen song. Richie always had music playing, he could barely go 30 minutes without some kind of sound surrounding him. It was particularly bad in school when he would finish tests quickly then bring out his headphones to try listening to something. Teachers hated it.

“I want to go as each others’ dates for the wedding.” He heard Richie get up from the couch, then a hand came on his shoulder to turn him around. Those blue eyes searched his own greyish-brown ones for a minute. The scrutiny made Eddie feel exposed, so he shrugged him off changing the record to a song by Aretha Franklin. “I’m serious. Whatever it takes for us to go together, I will do it.”

This seemed enough for Richie. “Fuck yes! This will be so fun.”

“It won’t be fun to lie.” Eddie groaned.

Richie ignored this as he said, “We need to plan. It has to be convincing. Some of our friends may not believe us.”

“I told Mike I am gay.” Eddie blurted out. Richie’s eyes widened in shock, which looked huge behind his thick glasses. His big mouth opened in a dumb gaped way, “And he fucking believed me which I feel says something about me that I am not sure I want to tackle at the moment.”

“Oh shit,” Richie laughed and gave an air of completely impressed. “No, you fucking didn’t!”

“Yeah, I fucking DID. He sat there and was proud of me.” Eddie paused. “Richie, do I give off gay vibes?”

“Er…” Richie shifted from one foot to the other, while rubbing the back of his neck. “How should I know?”

“Bowers used to call us faggots all the time…”

“Eds, that was just one of the few words in Bowers’ vocabulary. You can’t possibly take it seriously.”

Eddie studied Richie for a second longer. “You're probably right. I’m overthinking this.”

“Definitely. No more thinking.”

“You do enough lack of thinking for both of us," Eddie stated, to which Richie barked out a laugh. "Ok. What do we do?”

Richie frowned in confusion, “What do we do what?”

“About pretending to date!” Eddie felt small and vulnerable. This situation was not ideal for him, either of them. He couldn’t put his finger on exactly why so many hang-ups were emerging, him and Richie messed with their friends all the time. This felt different, more dangerous, disrespectful maybe or...too real perhaps.

Richie must’ve sensed Eddie was in his head as he slung a long arm around his shoulders leading them to the couch.

“So, first we have to pretend to date,” Richie informed him. This reminder made Eddie grimace. Going as wedding dates was one thing but actively dating would be a challenge. “It’s the only way to convince them it’s genuine and not a trick.”

“Dating to go to one wedding together is risky, Rich. What if you find someone you are actually interested in?”

“Eds, you know my track record is all over the place. I’ve never held a girlfriend for more than a couple of months.”

“You dated Sandy for 3 years and lived with her for 2 and a half.” Eddie stated bitterly.

“Right, blocked Sandy out,” said Richie, obviously lying. He rarely ever brought her up and never talked about why they broke up. Eddie always figured she thought Richie wasn’t mature enough. Whenever the subject of marriage came up, he used to make a joke about them being too young or that she wouldn’t want to marry him. Until one day she stopped him in front of everyone and said she did want to get married so what did he have to say about that. They broke up the next day. Eddie never told Richie he was happy about that break up because he knew it wouldn’t go over well, but Sandy always tried to change Richie. To do that to the most immovable force in Eddie’s life was unforgivable in his book. “Anyway, don’t worry about me. But if you want to date someone within the next year, speak now or forever hold your peace.”

Eddie shook his head aggressively, “Definitely not up to actually dating someone.”

Richie placed his hand over his heart. “Hurtful.”

“Asshole.” Eddie grumbled and poked Richie’s forehead hard.

He rubbed the spot but smiled fondly. “I’ll be your practice subject for your future soulmate.” The sentiment didn’t reach Richie’s eyes. Probably because Richie doesn’t believe in soulmates or something.

“Alright,” Eddie took a deep breath, “Should we make rules?”

Richie ran a hand through his hair making it stick up more. “Like what?”

He fidgeted uncomfortably on the couch, he toed off his shoes, then leaned back bringing his feet up. “Like ‘If we start developing feelings, we end it.’.”

He couldn’t be sure but he swore Richie looked at his lips before saying, “What makes you think we will develop feelings for each other?”

Eddie stared at the small burn in Richie’s couch instead of his eyes. To this day, Beverly has never admitted that the burn is from her leaving a lit cigarette down for too long. Everyone convinced Richie he burned his own couch when drunk and trying to light up a cig. The lie has been going on since college, far too long, so none of the losers can ever tell him. It’s one of the only secrets Eddie keeps from Richie.

He decided to ignore Richie's question saying, "You make up a rule now."

"Er..." Richie thought for a little bit then, "‘Kissing in public to prove it is fine, but not in private’?"

"AND NO TONGUE!" Eddie insisted. "I used to hate when Myra wanted to french kiss. She of all people should know how many germs are in a mouth. More than a toilet!"

"Ya really had a rockin' affair there with Myra the hydra. Didn't ya, Eds." Richie was smirking.

“Also, ‘We cannot tell anyone or any of the losers no matter what’.” said Eddie with a bit of warning tone thrown into his voice.

“I’d be more worried about YOU not being able to tell anyone.” Richie lightly hit Eddie’s leg. “You’re the one who can’t keep a secret for shit.”

“I haven’t told a soul that you were my first kiss at 11!” Eddie argued.

“Yeah, cause it’s embarrassing as fuck. Actually, we can have that be an anecdote now!” Richie said excitedly. “Thank god, that secret was fucking eating me alive.”

Eddie laughed a belly-busting laugh. Richie had this way about him, he could diffuse the most awkward situations. Deciding to do this was about as awkward as it could get with them. When Eddie’s laughter subsided, he asked, “So how did we start dating? This is also weird because it’s going from secret dating to dating. We will need solid stories.”

Richie leaned back on the couch and thought about it for a bit. “Ok. I got it. We can literally blame it on Beverly and Ben. They forced us to bring dates, you come out of the closet to everyone which in turn gets me thinking differently about you. So I make a move and…”

“Why do you get to make the first move? And why do I have to come out of the closet to everyone?!”

“I’m more ambitious than you and you keep fewer secrets, so you have to come out first. Also, you already fake came out to Mike, so the rest should be easy.”

“But I’m bolder in my actions!” Eddie surprised himself with that one. But he was getting to know himself better lately, and one of the things he prided in was taking action when necessary. “Case in point, coming out to people, so I could’ve made the first move!”

“Fine. How about, we both drank too much one night and started making out but have no idea who kissed who first because we both just went at it. Sound good?”

“Yes,” Eddie nodded. “And...um...we didn’t want to tell anyone because we had no idea if it was a one-time thing or like something real.”

Richie bounced a little in his seat enjoying the storytelling. “AND! We didn’t want to ruin the friend dynamic without being sure it worked.”

Eddie’s stomach felt queasy talking about this. He wanted to be excited like Richie, usually, when they schemed he was all in, but this time he wanted to vomit. The stakes were so high. “Perfect. Alright, let's decide who finds out first.”

“Bill should catch us,” Richie suggested. “Everyone will believe him. Also, the look on his dumb face will be beyond fucking worth it.”

“Don’t call Bill dumb, Richie.” Eddie chastised. Richie rolled his eyes, which he let slide. “I agree about him catching us though. He’s most likely to confront the situation too. Ben, Mike, and even Beverly might keep it to themselves.”

“In general, we should drop hints like ‘I think I like someone but I don’t want to say who’ or ‘I’m hooking up with this cutie who has an ass you can slap day and ni…’”

Eddie smacked the side of Richie’s face with his foot, knocking off his glasses, “No jokes about my ass!” Richie hit him in the chest because he couldn’t see Eddie properly. Eddie launched himself toward Richie sitting on his stomach, knocking the air out of him. Eddie grabbed a couch pillow shoving it harshly in Richie’s face. He tried to fling Eddie off but couldn’t get a proper grip on him. He stopped struggling and tapped Eddie’s leg asking to be free.

Eddie paused realizing one flaw in the plan. He removed the pillow, hyper-aware of Richie’s hand still on his thigh but he should probably get used to the touching. “There is only one person I’m super worried about believing us.”

Their eyes met ominously as they said at the same time, “Stanley.”

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kaistarus · 4 years

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Clickbait--Chapter 4

Summary: A lot of great things came with being a big name YouTuber, but along with those perks were some serious drawbacks. One of the biggest being a lack of personal privacy. Due to just one video, Kirishima’s least well-kept secret has become a viral sensation overnight, and now he has to deal with the repercussions from both the YouTube community and the public. Hopefully, those he’s dragging down with him won’t mind…

Pairing: Kiribaku

Words: 3,990

Notes: Ya’ know when life and college happen? Anyway, I have full intentions to finish this story. It’s all plotted out, so don’t worry about me falling off the face of the earth :) I had a lot of fun with this chapter. I hope it was worth the wait! Read the full story here

Kirishima stood stunned at his front door. He refused to believe that Bakugou Katsuki was standing mere feet away on the other side of that false wood. How could it be that Bakugou would choose the day Kirishima had run out of laundry to show up at his home uninvited? The pair of his questionably clean Mysteries Unsolved sweatpants weighed heavy on his waist as his eyes remained fixated on the handle, hoping if he remained still, he could convince himself it was all a cruel figment of his morning imagination.

Another round of pounding racked the door.

“What the hell was that, Shitty Hair?” An unmistakable raspy voice came muffled through the wood. Kirishima was wrong. Bakugou was here and this was real, and he was doomed.

Kaminari wrapped his arms around his head and groaned on the kitchen floor, “make it stop.”

“Is something wrong?” Sero asked. Mina rose from her seat and Kirishima tried motioning for her to stay still. She rolled her eyes and made her way towards where he was on the verge of another mental break.

He’s been having an awful lot of those lately, he realized. He seriously needed to take time to sit back and reconsider several of his recent life choices.

“Bakugou’s here.” He whispered, nodding towards the door. Mina raised her brows and mouthed ‘Bakugou’ to Sero who shot her an exhausted look.

“It wasn’t me,” Mina put her hands up defensively, then gave Kirishima a pointed look. “You know we have to open that door.”

“No, we don’t,” Kirishima began guiding her away from the entryway, but Mina pushed back against him. They started shoving back and forth; hands in faces, elbows in stomachs, Mina pulling every dirty tactic to fake-out Kirishima in hopes of getting a grasp on the doorknob; however, he had a major height advantage and easily blocked her path.

“Ei, we can’t just leave them in the hallway.” Mina puffed up her cheeks in a pout. She ducked beneath his arm, nearly reaching her goal before Kirishima wrapped his arms around her mid-section and tossed her over his shoulder. Mina kicked and squealed against him as he moved her away from the entrance. “You’re being ridiculous!”

“No, you’re being ridiculous!” Kirishima angled his face away from her flailing limbs, “betray me again Mina and I swear to god I’ll—Oh!” Kirishima fell to his knees when one of Mina’s uncoordinated flails resulted in a swift kick to his groin. The moment she was free she gave him a short apology before dashing away. Kirishima didn’t even have time to protest. Too busy face-planting the carpet in agony—physical and emotional—to the sounds of Sero’s cackling and Kaminari’s pitiful whines.

What a way to go out, he thought. Face smashed into the floor, ass in the air, and his dignity nowhere to be found. It’s a near spitting image of how he’d always imagined.

“The fuck is going on?”

Kirishima’s shoulders shot to his ears. He rotated his head towards the door to find an upside-down image of Bakugou and Uraraka staring down at him. Uraraka held her hands against her mouth like she was trying to hold in a laugh while Bakugou just glared. Surprisingly, Kaminari was the one standing beside the open door, head cradled in his hands. Kirishima shot him a dirty look.

“I had to stop the knocking dude,” Kaminari said before slinking down against the wall. Kirishima grumbled several half-assed insults and turned away from their newly entered guests.

“I’m so glad you guys made it!” He heard Mina skip over to be obnoxiously friendly. He sneered. He definitely was not throwing a fit though because he was an adult and adults don’t throw fits. He crossed his arms.

“You sure? ‘Cause it sounded like you were haven’t quite the argument.” Uraraka said cheekily. Kirishima felt his face flame up. He let his butt sink down and hoped the rest of him would melt into the floor with it.

“Oh, that? Just the usual banter…” Mina laughed awkwardly, trying to wave it off. Kirishima sighed and suddenly he was reminded why they never collaborated with anyone outside of their small group. Chaotic mess.

He felt a kick to his side and grumbled. He attempted to ignore it, but the kicks increased in strength so Kirishima rolled over to tell who he assumed was Sero off. Words failed him when he was met with a set scarlet stare.

“What the fuck happened to you?” Bakugou gave him another rough nudge with the toe of his shoe. Kirishima tried pushing him off, but Bakugou just pressed down harder.

“I gave him a good kick where it hurts,” Mina winked.

“It was awesome,” Sero said. “A one-hit knockout.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes. “So, you just gonna pout for the rest of the fucking day?”

“I’m not pouting!”

“Sure, fucking looks like it.” Bakugou smirked. Kirishima narrowed his eyes at him. “Oh, and nice pants.”

Kirishima’s eyes widened. He’d completely forgotten he was wearing Mysteries Unsolved merch. Bakugou’s smirk grew cocky and he nudged Kirishima a little harder. Kirishima felt like his face was going to start on fire.

“So, what’s our game plan for the day?” Uraraka asked, pulling Bakugou away by the top of his shirt. Kirishima was grateful. Another second of physical contact with mocking and he’d probably be dead. “We were promised a YouTube video?”

“I’m pretty sure only you were promised a YouTube video.” Sero pointed at her with his greasy spatula and Bakugou glared back. Sero put his hands up defensively. “Not that we’re disappointed you’re here…”

“Real convincing, Soy Sauce.”

Sero stared off for a moment, as if trying to process Bakugou’s words. They lost him for several minutes.

“I, for one, am more than happy you’re here. I’m sure Kirishima is too!” Mina shot him a smile. He made eye-contact with Bakugou and mumbled out a quick agreement.

“Well, what the fuck do you normally do for videos?” Bakugou asked, hands shoved deep in his pockets.

“Well, normally we just fuck around for a week and then I edit it to make it look like we’re cool.” Kirishima crossed his arms. “When I’m lazy I just throw together some leftover clips, call them bloopers and throw them up on my second channel.”

“I do that, but all in one day and once a month.” Kaminari piped up from the floor. Sero rolled his eyes.

“They didn’t ask you.” Sero pointed out. Kaminari stuck out his tongue, curling back up onto his side for his umpteenth hangover nap that morning.

“Well, are we gonna just fuck around then?” Bakugou asked. Kirishima felt his face warm up a bit and turned away from them.

“We could always do a challenge video?” Mina said, tapping her chin. “You post those on your second channel too sometimes.”

Kirishima shrugged. “I suppose. I haven’t done that in months.” It was actually a great idea. Those always got a lot of views since he rarely posted them, and he could use some bloopers for the next main channel video. “Yeah, actually that’d be great.”

“It works for my channel too since we can just split clips.” Mina smiled. “Especially if we’re on different teams.”

Now Kirishima was getting the feeling that he should be extremely against whatever idea Mina was coming up with. The way she was eyeing up Bakugou gave him all sorts of red flags.

“Teams?” Uraraka tapped her chin as well. Kirishima glanced between the girls who now wore identical expressions. He watched them lock eyes and smile mischievously each other. Why would he ever think introducing another deviously evil personality to Mina was a good idea? He looked to Bakugou who was staring at everyone indifferently. Did he seriously not notice the plotting occurring?

Kaminari suddenly perked up. “That’s absolutely genius. Think of all the views a video with Kirishima and Bakugou would get.”

Everyone except Kirishima nodded.

“I mean, we shouldn’t do a video just for views.” Kirishima lifted himself into sitting. “C’mon… don’t we have morals? Standards?”

Everyone in the room blinked.

“Do you have… morals?” Kaminari tilted his head towards Mina.

“Never heard of her.”

“Standards left me years ago.” Uraraka shrugged.

Kirishima’s jaw hung open and he turned to Bakugou looking for help, but Bakugou just shrugged loosely. Kirishima struggled for words before sighing. “At least let me shower.”

“That’s the spirit!” Mina cheered.

If anyone had told him that he would have his crush publicly released for clickbait only to be filming videos with the guy days later for that same clickbait… he’d think they were absolutely insane. Maybe he was the insane one?

What even was his life anymore…

The game Kirishima had no say in since he’d been in the shower was the Newly Wed game. The concept seemed innocent enough when they explained it to him. They were asked questions and their partner had to guess the right answer. Easy. The only problem being the abnormal amount of information Kirishima knew about Bakugou.

“We’re positive I shouldn’t be partnered with Mina?” Kirishima was already finding it hard to look at Bakugou now that Sero convinced him to wear Vlog Squad merch. Bakugou in his red Vlog Squad hoodie might actually kill him if he thought about it too hard.

“People already know we’re best friends.” Mina rolled her eyes. “They want to see you and Bakugou versus me and Uraraka.”

“This is fine with you?” Kirishima asked Bakugou who had been casually leaning against the kitchen counter. Seeing Bakugou fit so easily in his home was really messing with his head. Kirishima clenched his fists to remain focused.

“I don’t make mediocre videos.” He raised a brow. “Either this shit gets trending, or it was a waste of my time.”

Sero snorted from where he was setting up their filming area. “Sounds like a yes if I’ve ever heard one.”

Bakugou scowled and went to check what Sero was doing. Kirishima watched them discuss Sero’s equipment, defeated once again. Mina was already grabbing small whiteboards she left in Kaminari’s bedroom with her extra supplies while Uraraka scrolled through questions with Kaminari who was finally beginning to rejoin reality.

Once again it looked like his fate had been placed in the hands of his friends.

“You ready, Ei?” Mina smiled, hugging the boards to her chest. He took a deep breath glancing at the blonde boy in the center of his living room, looking over tech equipment with Sero. It felt like he was moving through this day half-awake, like he’d go to sleep tonight thinking it was all a dream.

He nodded.

The couples sat next to each other on the boy’s living room couch leaving a small space between them. When Sero signaled they were recording Mina and Kirishima gave their usual over the top introductions before introducing their guests. Uraraka waved overexcited while Bakugou barely acknowledged the camera.

“Denki is also here only this time we’ve kicked him behind the camera. He’ll be asking the questions.” Mina pointed to Kaminari with her dry erase marker and Kaminari leaned over the camera, shoving his face directly into the lens with a wide smile. Kirishima and Bakugou simultaneously groaned.

“What’s the punishment?” Bakugou asked, tapping his marker against the whiteboard. They all looked at him and Uraraka’s eyes lit ablaze.

“Uh, we didn’t come up with one.” Kirishima tilted his head.

“The winners can tweet something off of the losers Twitter.” Uraraka smirked, “it’s an oldie, but a goodie.”

“That’s no fair.” Mina puffed up her cheeks. “Bakugou doesn’t have a Twitter.”

“Who says?” Bakugou stated. Kirishima whipped his head towards Bakugou and Mina’s jaw dropped.

“You have a Twitter?” Kirishima asked. There’s absolutely no way. Kirishima had spent hours internet stalking this guy and never found any hints of a social media account.

“I don’t know,” Bakugou smirked while scribbling something on the whiteboard. “Let’s win and maybe you’ll find out.”

Kirishima turned red. Was Bakugou flirting with him? It was probably just for the video, but Kirishima was pretty sure he was being flirted with. Then again Kirishima hasn’t been flirted with in years, so he doesn’t know how to read any signals and could be misinterpreting every—

“Earth to Ei!”

“Huh?” Kirishima turned to Kaminari who was snapping at him.

“Team names?”

Bakugou turned their board around and Kirishima had to cover his face. In darkened letters, Bakugou had written ‘KIRIBAKU’ across the top in red. “Fucking obviously.” Bakugou cackled.

“Dude.” Kirishima whined.

Mina pouted, turning their board around which said ‘PINK BALLOONS’ with a few balloons doodled in the corner. “No fair. You’re baiting the viewers to favor you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Bakugou said with a devious smile.

“Blasty always plays dirty.” Uraraka rolled her eyes.

“Fuck off,” Bakugou growled.

“YouTube friendly.” Kirishima muttered with crossed arms. “This is my only monetizable content, dude.”

Bakugou was quiet for a moment before mumbling. “Frick off.”

Kirishima started laughing and Bakugou had a small smile. Uraraka shook her head. “Bakugou isn’t monetizable.”

“I can be fucking monetizable.” Bakugou growled with clenched teeth. They all looked at him and he sagged his shoulders. “Fricking.”

“I was kidding. I can edit, don’t sweat it, dude.” Kirishima waved it off with a wide smile. Bakugou stopped for a moment and just stared at him. Kirishima raised a brow and Bakugou quickly turned away.

“Oh, he’s really sweaty. So that’s probably not—”

“Would you shut the fuck up!?” Bakugou leaned over and threw one of their markers at Uraraka. She squealed when it narrowly missed her face and threw one back that smacked Kirishima right in the chest. Uraraka apologized repeatedly while Bakugou sent her double middle fingers from behind Kirishima’s back.

“Alright, first question.” Kaminari said, completely ignoring the situation in front of him. Bakugou and Uraraka settled down, but the competitive air had risen exponentially between them. Kirishima and Mina glanced at each other helplessly. “What’s your partner’s favorite food?”

Bakugou snorted before confidently writing down an answer. Kirishima was surprised, but the answer was pretty easy—meat. He’d eat any and all kinds of meat if it was cooked well; honestly, even if it was cooked mediocrely he’d probably still eat it. He supposed that made it a broad guessing category.

“See this game is fun because it shows us who’s a stalker.” Sero nudged Kaminari and they snickered evilly. Kirishima’s eyes widened. So, it wasn’t just him who had that thought. He side-glanced Bakugou whose grip tightened slightly on the whiteboard as he zoned out on his answer. Was he rethinking his guess?

“Alright, flip.”

Bakugou hesitated briefly, but when he turned the board it read the right answer. Kirishima’s heart fluttered unreasonably and he tried desperately to fight back his dopey smile. However, Mina was also correct. Bakugou and Mina both smirked at their personal victories, then glared at each other.

“What the hell?” Bakugou sneered, erasing his answer. “Why would you know that?”

“Because I pay attention to her behind the scenes videos.” Mina winked at Uraraka who blew her a kiss back. “Why would you know Kirishima’s favorite food?”

“Look at the guy,” Bakugou gestured to him with the marker. “He’s never seen a damn vegetable in his life.”

“I eat vegetables.” Kirishima scoffed. Bakugou gave him a pointed look and Kirishima turned away with pouted lips. So maybe they were his least favorite food group, but once a month he chose the salad option when they got fast food and he deserved credit for that.

“The second question,” Kaminari drawled out, now hanging upside down off their ottoman. “How old was your partner when they had their first kiss?”

Kirishima knew the answer was fifteen. He also knew that Bakugou got his first kiss on a dare because Uraraka had teased him about it on one of her Instagram stories. Obviously, he couldn’t write all that, so he pretended to be uncertain about the answer, erasing a couple of times, before finally writing the correct number.

When he finished Bakugou was looking at him suspiciously.

“What?”

“That took you a while.” Bakugou said, raising an eyebrow.

“It was… a hard question?” He tried to lie, but he was never good at hiding his emotions. Mina always said he got betrayed by is big eyes; he was an open book whether he liked it or not.

“You’re a shit liar.” Bakugou smirked. Kirishima felt his face turn red and he racked his mind for an excuse. He came up completely empty.

He frowned. “I know.”

“No throwing.” Bakugou said, completely serious. “I can’t have Pinky going through my phone.”

When they flipped their boards Kirishima obviously got it right claiming he guessed. Uraraka had gotten it wrong and Mina clung to her shoulders fake crying about betrayal, and how she thought what they had was real. Bakugou fake gagged through the whole act.

“How many siblings does your partner have? Bonus points for details.” Kaminari said, now slugged onto the floor.

Bakugou started writing. Kirishima stared in awe because he just didn’t stop writing.

“What are writing a novel?” Uraraka asked, snorting. Bakugou just threw up a middle finger.

When it was time to flip the boards around Kirishima’s jaw dropped. Bakugou had filled the whiteboard with information about his sisters. Even Mina lowered her board down.

“Two.” Bakugou stated confidently, looking right into the camera. “One is older, and her name is Misaha who you facetime once a week; she’s 23. The second is Aiko. She’s still in high school. 16, I think?”

Bakugou looked at Kirishima for confirmation and Kirishima just nodded his head slowly. Bakugou smirked and motioned for Kaminari to give them points. Kaminari blinked a few times but drew several tallies on their side of the scoreboard.

“How do you know all of that?” Mina said, slamming her whiteboard with only a zero written on it on her lap.

“You literally have to be following him on social media and have watched like three vlogs.” Bakugou rolled his eyes and erased his answer. “He never shuts up about his family. Posts about them all the fucking time.”

“He’s not wrong.” Sero shrugged.

Kirishima tilted his head. “You watch my vlogs?”

Bakugou shrugged. “So, what? You watch our stuff.”

“Yeah,” Kirishima laughed. “But that’s different.”

“How?”

“Well…” Kirishima furrowed his brow. Bakugou’s content was good? Bakugou and Midoriya were real YouTubers? Kirishima didn’t feel like he was anyone worth Bakugou’s free time?

Kirishima shrugged.

“Whatever, you’re both awesome we get it. Can we continue?” Kaminari took a deep breath, oblivious to Bakugou’s vicious glare. “What’s your partner’s favorite movie?”

After that Kirishima was starting to feel like Bakugou was less someone unreachable that he should be idolizing and more just… a person. Kirishima wasn’t afraid to answer the questions he knew truthfully; Bakugou even high-fived him when he knew the name of Mysteries Unsolved’s first YouTube video. He didn’t have to feel anxious around the guy anymore and it felt… amazing.

Once Mina realized Bakugou was a bit of a Vlog Squad fanboy she nearly quit the game. There was no hope for her and Uraraka since the boys ended on a near-perfect score. Bakugou somehow even bullshitted that Kirishima would want The Rock to play him in a movie. The girls stood absolutely no chance.

“This is so unfair,” Mina whined as she reluctantly she handed over her cellphone to Bakugou after they’d completed recording. He cackled, and Kirishima swears on whatever god was out there, skipped into the kitchen. Uraraka pouted and held her phone out to Kirishima. He gave her a half-smile, pretending to be sorry, but secretly thrilled to take revenge on someone who’d been plotting his demise since she’d stepped foot in his home.

“Be kind to me.” Uraraka batted her eyes.

“No promises.”

Mina screamed from the other room and they both went wide-eyed, sprinting into the kitchen. Mina was lying on the floor dramatically with her cellphone clutched to her chest while Bakugou sat at the counter laughing. A genuine full-bodied laugh. Kirishima swore his heart stopped.

“Kirishima!” Mina sat up and pointed at Bakugou. “I want him out of this house. He’s never allowed here again. Banned I say! Ban him for life!”

“Well,” Kirishima smiled at Bakugou who was still having a hard time containing his laughter. “It’s my house… so… no?”

She stood and stomped passed him towards Sero and Kaminari while mumbling about how useless he was. Kirishima rolled his eyes and went to sit next to Bakugou at the counter.

“What’d you do?”

Bakugou smiled at him and again Kirishima felt himself go through the beginnings of a heart attack. Maybe he should be more careful around this guy. “Check out her Twitter.”

Kirishima took out his phone and pulled up Mina’s account. He couldn’t contain himself and he burst out laughing too, covering his mouth with his hand.

Alien Queen: Omg guys. I knew my vibes were off!?!? I’m like totally freaking out. It normally doesn’t look like this should I like call 911??? L

Attached to this tweet was a picture of a toilet with a bright green poop floating in it. Kirishima looked at Bakugou who was just smiling proudly. He’d never thought Bakugou capable of something like this. This Bakugou, the one in front of him, was a million times better than the idealized one he’d created in his head.

“Have you done Round Face’s, yet?”

“Oh.” Kirishima pulled out Uraraka’s phone. Bakugou took it and quickly entered the password before handing it back to him. “I’ll just do this.”

Kirishima commented on Bakugou’s post. ‘This happened to me last week. I feel you. Solidarity in numbers, babe. Keep me updated.’

Bakugou started to cackle again and Kirishima smiled. Then Bakugou tried to reach for Kirishima’s actual phone and he instinctively pulled it away. “Whoa, I didn’t lose. If anything, I carried.”

Bakugou snorted and just motioned for Kirishima to hand it over. He scrunched up his nose but unlocked the screen and gave it to Bakugou. Bakugou raised a quick brow at Kirishima’s sexy rock background but shook it off and started punching in a number, then Bakugou’s phone started ringing. When Kirishima realized what was happening he took a shaky breath.

Where was one of his dumb friends when he needed them?

They were all respectfully hanging out in the living room while he flirted with someone in the kitchen. When have they ever not meddled in a situation that didn’t need meddling? This is an opportune time for Kaminari to do something stupid or Mina to think he needs help.

Hello?

Bakugou set Kirishima’s phone on the counter next to him and it vibrated. A new message from an unknown number.

“For whatever.” Bakugou shrugged. “Collabs and shit.”

“Right.” Kirishima smiled softly. “Collabs and shit.”

Bakugou rolled his eyes, but a small smile forced its way onto his face.

“Hey!” Sero shouted. “We’re playing Smash. You guys in or what?”

Bakugou’s eyes immediately lit up and he whipped his head towards the living room. “Fuck yeah, I’m in.” He hopped off the stool and looked at Kirishima expectantly. “Ready to get your ass kicked?”

Boy was he.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard.” Kirishima stretched his arms. “I’m kind of the Smash Bros god of this house.”

“Not for long.” Bakugou left the kitchen, hopping onto one of the couches and swiping Uraraka’s Switch controller. She whined and swatted at him, starting another argument between the two. Kirishima rolled his eyes and clutched his phone tightly before placing it in his pocket.

He was very excited about the possible ‘collabs and shit’ this contact may lead to. Until then, he grabbed a controller from Kaminari and selected his main man Luigi. He had a title to defend.

#kiribaku #bakugou katsuki #kirishima eijirou #bnha #boku no hero academia #katsuki bakugou #fanfic #lmao i promise i won't abandon this fic #i love it too much #and i love them too much #:)#youtube au #clickbait #bakugou x kirishima #kiribaku fic #kiribaku fanfic

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spinners-imagines · 4 years

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Halloween on the Nemesis!

More Halloween One-shots!

Megatron

- Human, why is his ship covered in white webbing and glowing pumpkins?

-Why are you covering Vehicon 5t3v3 in black tarp? Why does he need a cape? He has work to do.

-You tell him that it’s for Halloween, a human tradition where you dress up as spooky characters and eat candy.

-Yes, human, but what is the use of this holiday?

-You shrug, “It’s really just for fun. I’m dressing up as my favorite, most terrifying person I know.”

-Megatron walks away and leaves you to your work, but... he can’t help but wonder who you’re dressing up as.

-A couple hours later, you call him into his private quarters. His optics widen when he sees you in silver armor. Those shoulder plates and that helmet seems very familiar.

-”You’re dressed as... me?”

-”Yeah, Knockout helped out with the armor.” You struck a pose, “You like it?”

-He offered a small smile. He could get used to this holiday.

Starscream

-Human, why are you giving human treats to the Vehicons?

-”It’s for Halloween, Starscream.”

-Halloween?

-”It’s a human tradition.”

-He is a little interested. You go around in your neighborhood asking for some candy or threaten them? He didn’t know you humans could be like this.

-You tell him that usually the tricks aren’t too bad. Most of the time, people would toss toilet paper all over someone else’s yard.

-You shovel some candied sweets in your mouth and ask him to carry you into his private quarters.

-Slightly wary of your plans, he takes you there.

- You happily show him your costume, putting on your plastic wings and fake helm. “How do I look?” You do a little twirl.

-He is amazed by the amount of time and detail that you caught in your costume. You even got his insignia! Of course you would want to dress as the greatest mech in the galaxy!

-”Great! Now, let’s go TP Megatron’s quarters!”

-His expression shifts from happiness to a worried frown. “I’m doomed.”

Knockout

-Decorations? Cool, just don’t get your fake spiders all over his Med Bay.

-Costumes? Sweet, just don’t scratch his paint while you put this cape on him.

-What’s Halloween anyways?

-”It’s a human thing, KO.”

-He shrugs it off. He already knew humans were weird, so this was no surprise to him.

-What’s this? A crown? For him? Thanks, sweetspark, but that won’t fit on his helm. Breakdown helped? Oh, well alright. This fur cape is quite comfortable, though.

-You’re dressed as a human cop? Why? Fashion police?

-You smile and put on your glasses, “Well, I was sent to find the Handsome King of Glamor, and it seems that I’ve found him.” You wink.

-He smirks, “Well, it seems that you have good taste, officer.”

Soundwave

-He already knew about this holiday, so he’s unfazed by your decorations.

-You want to borrow Lazerbeak to put up some streamers? Sure, go ahead.

-You tap his pede. He looks down and picks you up to his eye-level.

-You’re wearing purple armor and a visor? You’ve dressed as him?

-He’s flattered, but unfortunately has a lot of work to do.

-Well, if you want to go trick-or-treating he’ll send a Vehicon to drive you. Don’t worry, Lazerbeak will watch from the sky.

-You don’t? Then what will you do?

-You want to just... stay with him? Oh, you warm his cold, Decepticon spark.

-It may be boring to you, but you love Soundwave too much to leave him for Halloween. Don’t worry, he’s already planning a way to pay you back.

Breakdown

-Decorations? Costumes? Candy? What’s going on?

-Halloween? What’s that?

-Wait, hold on, you dress up as something you like and go around demanding for candy or threaten them with a trick? Well, count him in!

-He’s happy to drive you around to go trick or treating and to see some decorations.

-So, what are you dressing up as? A cowgirl? Cool, what’s the other outfit for?

-It’s for him!? Are you sure it’ll fit his holo-form? Oh, alright.

-Wow, it fits! And you think it looks good on him.

-Now, you’re matching! A cowboy and his cowgirl, going around trick-or treating.

-Afterwards, you're both regretting how much candy you ate. Breakdown is slouched in a chair, and you’re holding your stomach in pain on his chestplate.

-Turns out, holo-forms cant eat too much human food either

-Knockout, stop laughing. It’s not funny.

-...Shut up already.

-Oh god, just shUT UP!! You suddenly scramble up and chase the medic like a madman. Knockout’s running away as fast as he can from you and Breakdown is still trying to get up after he fell off of the chair, laughing as hard as his systems can take.

BONUS

Airachnid

-This is simple.

-DO NOT TELL HER ABOUT HALLOWEEN.

-She will scare the living crap out of humanity, possibly murdering a few people.

-Primus, she will terrify the entire Nemesis, and LOVE it.

-Megatron will be jumpy for days afterwards, which is a horrible danger to everyone.

-So please, JUST DON’T.

#knockout #breakdown #tfp #halloween #spoopy #megatron #starscream #soundwave #human reader #transformers prime #someone help Breakdown #Airachnid #Spinner wrote this

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unfortunate-stranger-losers · 5 years

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Six Baudelaires AU, Part Two {AO3} {Masterlist} {Part One}

Chapter Twenty-Seven → in which the Baudelaires jump out a window

As soon as Lilac and Klaus had their disguises back on, and Sunny was hidden under Klaus’s coat, they grabbed the patient list and took off running. Lilac held the clipboard to her chest, pulling on her mask and trying not to cry. Klaus kept directing them down halls, quickly tracking down the directory signs and trying to remember which bends to take to get to the surgical ward. They weren’t sure how much time they had left, so they knew they had to go as fast as they could, and they could only hope Nick and Soli were able to keep up.

When they finally entered the surgical ward, Lilac raced down the hall, muttering numbers under her breath. “919… 920… 921- here! 922!”

She reached for the door handle, only to hear, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

Lilac froze, and Klaus immediately ran forwards and grabbed her arm. The Hook-Handed Man and Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender were coming down the hall, dressed as doctors. Lilac took a deep breath, and then said, in her austrailian accent, “Sorry, we’re here for Laura V Bleediotie. Is this the right room?”

“And who are you supposed to be?” asked the Hook-Handed Man.

Lilac froze up, and Klaus said, “We’re associates.”

There was a beat, and then the Henchperson said, “Oooh, it’s you two! Good disguises. I didn’t even think of changing my voice.”

Lilac and Klaus tried very hard not to look confused. “Yes.” Lilac said.

“The beard’s a little much.” the Hook-Handed Man said to Klaus.

“It covers my face.” Klaus said. “But we really should be, um, getting to the patient-”

“Oh, the boss already moved her.” the Hook-Handed Man said. “Didn’t he tell you?”

Lilac looked like her world was crashing down. Slowly, she opened the door, indeed finding an empty room. “Oh.” she said, afraid that if she said more she would start screaming.

“Where is she?” Klaus asked, trying very hard to keep his false accent.

“The Count and Ms Squalor already moved her to the surgery room.” the Henchperson said.

“Speaking of which,” said the Hook-Handed Man, “I’m glad you’re here. The boss wanted you to carry the knife- shit, where’d we leave it?”

The Henchperson gestured towards Room 922, and the Hook-Handed Man said, “Ah!” before ducking inside and coming out with a giant knife clutched between his hooks. He held it out for Klaus to take, and after he hesitantly did, the henchman said, “Her bratty siblings haven’t shown up yet, but the boss is convinced they will. Come on, let’s get to the operating theater; we don’t want to be late for the surgery.”

Lilac and Klaus shared a horrified look as soon as the henchpeople turned around, but they quickly followed them. Lilac grabbed onto Klaus’s free hand as he held out the knife, very concerned.

They only walked for a little bit before reaching some large double doors. The Henchperson held them open, and Lilac and Klaus stepped into a huge room. The walls were covered in large benches, on which sat several doctors, nurses and regular spectators, staring at the center of the room. Down there stood Esme Squalor, who was wearing a nurse’s uniform that was too small for her. They were standing over a long, metal table, and strapped to the table was an unconscious Violet Baudelaire.

Lilac almost collapsed right there, only barely able to keep her hold on Klaus’s hand as they stepped forwards, almost in a daze. Violet’s arms were tied to the sides of the bed, and they noticed very quickly that she’d been changed into a hospital gown, and her face was obscured by her hair, which had fallen over her eyes. Lilac’s gaze darted around her sister’s body, which was barely breathing. Her eyes finally fell on a mask, mostly obscured by her hair, that connected to some machine beside the table. Her eyes locked on it, and she gave Klaus a look and a gesture. Klaus nervously nodded, as Esme said, “And now, my dear audience, it looks like our doctors have arrived!”

Klaus shut his mouth tight, not wanting to say anything that would give them away. As the Hook-Handed Man and Henchperson went to the audience, and the children approached their sister, trying not to shake or cry or scream, Klaus felt the knife in his hands, wondering if he could potentially stab Esme and get away with it. He doubted he’d be able to run very far, what with so many people watching, but maybe it was worth a shot.

“Thank you for coming, doctors.” Esme said. “Our dear Dr Mattathias Medicalschool wanted to be here, but he’s currently busy going over some important documents. So he requested we make this as quick as possible, before some fugitives can arrive and spoil our fun.”

“Um…” Lilac began, staring down at Violet. The second-eldest Baudelaire looked very pale up close, and Lilac looked ready to cry.

“Now, everyone!” Esme announced, sweeping out her arm in a grand gesture. “This procedure is fairly new! Doctors agree that almost all problems in the body begin at the brain, so a cranioectomy resolves to remove the brain entirely by surgically removing the head from the body!”

Klaus trembled a little, and Lilac slowly let go of him, moving over to the machine that was strapped to Violet’s mask. She knelt down, looking for the off switch.

“Now, of course, there’s a small chance this could kill our patient.” Esme said, leaning slightly on the table that Violet laid on. “But it won’t be a huge loss, I assure you. This ugly little girl had no interesting life ahead of her, and she was quite rude anyway.”

The spectators oohed and ahhed, and as they did, Klaus whispered, “Sunny, what should we do?”

“Stall.” Sunny whispered back.

Klaus took a deep breath as Esme said, “So, Doctor. Get on with it! These people came for a show! So give them what they want!”

Klaus bit his lip, and then he looked from his unconscious sister to the knife in his hands. Then, slowly, he lifted it up.

“This is a knife.” he said.

“We know it’s a knife.” Esme rolled her eyes. “Now let’s see you use it!”

“W-well,” Klaus said, eyes darting around the room, “It’s important to discuss what tools are being used. And explain what’s happening. That’s what a real surgeon would do.”

Esme huffed. “I suppose.”

Lilac flipped a switch on the machine, and Klaus quickly shut his eyes and started quoting from a History of Knives he’d read once. “The knife is the oldest surgical tool in the world. Early knives have been found in Mayan tombs and Egyptian temples.”

As Lilac stood up, she thought she could see Violet move a little, and she quickly looked to the door. The table was on wheels, if they pushed it they might be able to get out before anyone could move.

“There are many different types of knives,” Klaus said, “Which I’m going to list for you right now. There’s the pen knife, the pocket knife, the butter knife-”

Lilac thought she head some kind of pounding from an overhead vent, and her eyes widened quite a bit.

“This is all very interesting,” Esme groaned, “But hurry up and cut off her head. We don’t have all day.”

“Um-” Klaus began.

“Wait!” Lilac said. “We haven’t done the proper paperwork!”

Klaus nodded quickly. “Yes. As we all know-”

“Cut off her head!”

That was when the Baudelaires’ bad luck increased, because the double doors opened, and in walked the two white-faced women, dressed as nurses.

“Shit.” Lilac said.

Esme’s eyes narrowed as she looked from the white-faced women- who were both staring at the Baudelaires in confusion- to the two disguised doctors beside her. And then she smiled, and Klaus knew very quickly that she’d figured it out.

“Well, well, well.” Esme said. “Dear beloved audience, what a shocking turn of events! These two people beside me are not doctors at all, but the Baudelaire Murderers.”

Esme started to walk towards Klaus, who instantly threw the knife to the ground, watching it slide across the stage and far away from them, not wanting Esme to take it from him and use it on Violet. But Esme didn’t even flinch, instead just grabbing Klaus’s coat. Lilac let out a cry and started forwards as Esme ripped it, and the audience gasped as it opened to reveal Sunny, strapped to Klaus’s chest and looking very cross. Lilac managed to grab Klaus’s arm and drag him back slightly, before taking off her surgical mask and coat and tossing them- no use using it now.

“Look!” Esme pointed. “The Baudelaire Murderers!”

“We’re not murderers!” Lilac shouted. “And we’re only here because you kidnapped our sister!”

“This is Esme Squalor!” Klaus said, removing the makeshift harness that held Sunny to him, letting her own onto the floor, “She’s working with Count Olaf-”

“Oh, please.” Esme said. “Count Olaf is dead. You killed him.”

“We didn’t kill anyone!” Klaus said. “And you’re trying to cut off Violet’s head!”

“Whaaat?”

Lilac let out a relieved cry, and Klaus and Sunny beamed as they turned to see Violet struggling to sit up, flicking her head so her hair fell out of her face. She still had the mask on, so her voice was muffled. Esme looked very displeased, and she ran to the machine, muttering something about knockout drugs.

“Violet!” Klaus cheered, running forwards and pulling the mask off her face. “Violet, are you okay?”

Violet blinked at him, and he realized how exhausted he looked. “Wha’s happening? Why’s Lilac’s hair weird?”

Lilac looked like she was going to cry. She picked up Sunny and placed her beside Violet, and Sunny hugged her sister’s arm, just as the doors opened once again. The Baudelaires looked up as Hal walked in.

“Heeeeeey.” Violet said, still looking confused.

“Hal!” Klaus smiled. “Hal, please, tell them we’re not criminals!”

But he realized then just how disappointed Hal looked. “Oh, but you are!” he said, and the siblings’ hearts sank as he held up the fake keyring. “I tried to enter the library of records today, only to find that you had stolen my keys and destroyed the library!”

“No!” Lilac said. “No, the library-”

“Yes, we stole your keys, and we’re sorry.” Klaus said. “But we had to get a file, and Esme Squalor destroyed it.”

“We’d be perfectly willing to help you clean up-” Lilac began.

“Clean up?” Hal said incredulously. “The library is on fire!”

“What?” Lilac screamed, just as the intercom came on.

“Attention, members of the hospital.” came Count Olaf’s voice. “The Library of Records is on fire, as begun by the Baudelaire orphans.”

“No!” Klaus said, as the audience gasped and started getting to their feet. “No, we’re right here!”

“Really?” Esme said, crossing her arms and smirking. “Where are the other two?”

“Oh, son of a-” Lilac began.

The speaker turned on again. “The fire in the library is spreading. I recommend you take your valuables and leave the hospital immediately.” said Olaf.

“Everyone!” Esme shouted. “Let’s capture the Baudelaire murderers! Dr Mattathias will know what to do with them!”

Lilac instantly ran behind the table, grabbing the edges. “Klaus, we’re going, now.” she said.

“Good plan.” Klaus nodded, running around to help her push the table.

But they only went a few feet before Hal ran forwards, grabbing the other end of the table.

“Hal, please.” Klaus said, as people were staring to move towards them.

“You destroyed my library!” Hal said.

At that, everyone jumped as they heard a BANG. The vent cover right above them burst off, and Nick jumped down, with Solitude clinging to his side and cheering.

This distracted Hal for long enough that Sunny, who decided now was not a good time to argue, could race forwards and bite onto Hal’s hands.

Hal screamed and jumped back, just as Nick, who barely managed to land on his feet, took off running towards his siblings and the door. Klaus grabbed his arm and dragged him as the children raced out of the operating theater.

They could hear people start to give chase, so they moved as fast as they could as they heard an alarm start to blare, alerting everyone of the fire. Nick didn’t say anything, just shutting his eyes and breathing hard as Klaus dragged him along, but Klaus said, “Okay, so, what possessed you to jump out of the vents?”

Soli shouted, “We heard Esme reveal you, so Nick thought we should jump out as a distraction!”

“That was a good idea,” Lilac said, “And you’re speaking very good English, Sol.”

Soli tilted her head. “We didn’t burn the library, though?”

“No, no,” Klaus said. “That was Olaf. Violet, are you okay?”

Violet only sat up a little. “Where are we?” she asked.

Nick looked absolutely panicked. His fear was not helped by the sound of an angry group of people singing behind them.

“The hospital is burning down, It really is a shame! And the worst part is the Baudelaires Are totally to blame!”

“In there!” Sunny shouted, pointing at the storage closet they’d hidden in; the door was still swinging open.

Lilac gestured to the table, which was too big to fit through, and Sunny quickly bit onto the rope binding Violet to the table, breaking it in half. She bit the other, and Klaus and Nick helped Violet to her feet as Lilac picked up Sunny and shepherded them all into the closet. Before she went in, she kicked the table in the direction the voices were coming from, hoping it’d hit someone, and as soon as she got into the closet, she shut the door and pushed a table in front of it.

Nick had placed Solitude onto the ground and now held Violet by the shoulders, shaking her slightly as he shouted. “What did they do to you, Vi? Vi, what did they do?”

Violet barely even looked bothered; she just stared at him, numb. “I… Nick?”

“Violet, please,” Nick’s voice broke. “Please, what did they do?”

“She only just knocked off the anesthesia, she’ll be a little disoriented.” Klaus said, but Lilac didn’t listen to him either, instead putting Sunny onto a chair and running to Violet, too.

“I’m sorry…” Violet said quietly, sounding like she was only half-paying attention. “They took the film… Olaf took the film, I should’ve-”

“Violet!” she said, grabbing her arms. “Vi, why would you do that?”

Violet blinked, as Nick let go of her shoulders and started checking her over for injuries. “What?”

“Why would you give yourself up?” Lilac said, tears springing to her eyes. “You should’ve hidden! You should’ve been safe, why would you do that?”

Violet just stared at her, still looking drowsy. “I… you’re my sister.” she just said. “I love you.”

Lilac cried some more. “But I have to protect you, Vi!”

“You’re my sister.” Violet repeated.

“It should’ve been me.” Lilac said, hugging Violet tight. “It should’ve been me, then you all could’ve just run-”

“No!” Klaus shouted, causing Lilac to jump. “No, we would never have!” His siblings turned to him in surprise, seeing his shocked and determined face. “Lilac, you’re not less important than Violet! We would’ve come back for you, too, and don’t you ever think otherwise!”

Lilac pulled away from Violet. “Klaus-”

“None of us are trading ourselves in for another.” Klaus said, grabbing Nick’s shaking hand. “We’re not splitting up again, ever. Okay? Olaf’s not going to get any of us again.”

Before anyone could respond, they heard a pounding on the door. “Shit!” Sunny shouted.

“They found us.” Solitude added.

“We need to get out of here.” Lilac said, wiping her eyes on her sleeve and running to the window. “We could get out this way, but we’re about thirty or forty feet up.”

“Is the hospital really on fire?” Klaus asked.

Lilac glanced to the side. “If that smoke is any indication.”

“We need a rope.” Klaus said. “We could climb down.”

“Not gonna-” Nick took a deep breath. “Not gonna happen. It’ll take too long, and… and Violet…”

Lilac ran to Violet, grabbing her hands. “Vi, sweetie, have you got any ideas?”

Violet narrowed her eyes. “I…” she said drowsily. She reached up, feeling her hair. “I can’t think, I…” she reached for her pocket, only to find she didn’t have one. “I don’t have my ribbon… I… what am I wearing?”

Lilac ripped her ribbon out from her dress as someone pounded on the door. “Can you use this?”

“I…” Violet reached out, touching it. “Maybe? It’s not…”

Sunny reached into a box on the floor, pulling out another doctor’s coat. She bit into the sleeve, ripping a strip out, and then she ran over, holding it out for Violet. “Ribbon!” she said.

Violet picked it up, and then nodded, trying to tie back her hair. “Th-thanks, Sun.”

Lilac tied up her own hair, turning back towards the window and trying to stop crying. Violet glanced to the side, and then said, “Are those rubber bands?”

“Yeah.” Klaus nodded, pulling the boxes down. “They’re huge.”

“We can tie them together.” Violet said, still trying to blink away her tiredness. “Bungee jump.”

“Sounds good.” said Lilac, running forwards and grabbing rubber bands. “Klaus, help me tie. Nick, watch Violet. Girls, come here.”

Soli and Sunny ran over as the door pounded again, and Klaus knelt by Lilac to start knotting. “Well, Nick,” he said, “You always wanted to bungee jump.”

Nick didn’t listen, instead looking over Violet again. “Vi!” he said. “Just tell me! What did they do to you?”

Violet narrowed her eyes, trying to think. “I… I remember… we left the library, I had… they put something over my mouth, it… it made me sleepy… I remember them putting me in…” he looked at the hospital gown and shuddered. “Nick, he put me in this… I kicked him and they strapped me to the table and made me sleepy again…”

Lilac looked up at her, tears streaming down her face, opening and closing her mouth to try and ask something, but her mind wasn’t letting her. She tried to keep tying with Klaus, and finally Nick grabbed Violet’s shoulders and said, “Vi. Vi, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

“It’s…” Violet shook her head.

Nick glanced at the toddlers, who were busy tying knots, and then he asked quietly, “Vi, please, tell me, did they touch you?”

“I… no. I don’t think…”

“Did they hurt you?”

“I…” Violet shut her eyes, and then slowly nodded. Nick hugged Violet very tightly, as she tried to stop crying, to pay attention to what was going on, not to think about anything that had happened.

When Klaus and Lilac had finally tied together all the rubber bands, Lilac stood up, saying, “How long do you think this is?”

“Twenty feet?” Klaus guessed. “Not enough.”

“We’ll have to hope it’s enough.” Lilac said, starting to tie the end to the edge of the window. “Or that you suck at measurements.”

Nick slowly released Violet and picked up Solitude, and Klaus grabbed Sunny.

“Okay, so,” Lilac said. “You all jump out, I’ll-”

“No!” Klaus insisted, giving her a glare. “You heard what I said. No more splitting up.”

“I’m with Klaus.” Nick said shakily. “We go together or not at all.”

The Baudelaires looked to each other as the door pounded harder- someone must have been battering something against it. Then Lilac shut her eyes to stop her tears and nodded, holding out her hand for Violet. Violet grabbed it and Lilac pulled her into a tight embrace as their other siblings joined in.

Then Lilac tied the rubber bands around them, and said, “I love you.”

“Let’s go.” Nick said quietly.

“Not ready.” Solitude said, surprising Nick by shaking and leaning against him.

“If we wait until we’re ready,” Violet said quietly, “We’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.”

They jumped as they heard the door burst open, and they turned to see the Henchperson of Indeterminate Gender rushing in, followed by several Volunteers Fighting Disease.

“Jump!” Lilac shouted, and together, they all leapt out the window.

They fell for only a few seconds, but it felt much longer. They screamed and held onto each other as they saw smoke rising out of the hospital, felt heat on their backs, and heard the screams of people below them, running out to the safety of the lawn.

And then they stopped falling, bouncing slightly, only a few inches from the ground.

“Oh, thank fuck.” Klaus said, as Sunny leaned over and bit the cord, sending them all the way to the dirt path.

“We have to get out of here.” Lilac said, putting an arm around Violet. “We’ll hotwire a car-”

Nick’s eyes widened and, wordlessly, he pushed his siblings behind a bush. They ducked down, and looked over to see Olaf’s car in the parking lot. Olaf was waiting outside, dressed as a doctor and looking very cross. “Everyone get in!” he shouted. “We’re leaving!”

Nick started to tremble, grabbing onto Lilac’s arm, and then Violet whispered, “We have to go with him.”

“Excuse me?” Lilac said, shocked.

Violet shut her eyes. “We don’t know where we’re going or what we’re doing. He does. Wherever he goes, we’ll find VFD.”

“Violet-” Klaus began.

“He took our only clue.” Violet said. “Our only clue to if one of our parents is alive.”

They fell silent, watching as Olaf got into his car. The trunk was still slightly open. “We could fit in that.” Lilac ceded. “If we squish. But we can’t go with him!”

“We can’t just wander the Hinterlands, hoping answers will come to us.” Klaus said, grabbing Violet’s hand. “I’m with Vi. We need to solve this.”

Nick leaned against Lilac, still shaking a little, and finally, she nodded.

“We’ll need to run.” she said. “Me and Vi’ll go in first, then the rest of you, put the toddlers on top.”

They nodded, and Nick clung harder onto her arm as they took off running, hoping the crowd that evacuated the hospital didn’t notice them. Lilac reached the trunk first, throwing it open more as Klaus helped Violet in.

They could hear the henchpeople talking as they started climbing inside. “But we can’t leave you-know-who!”

“They didn’t come out in time, it’s not our fault.” Olaf growled.

“This is horrible.” Esme whined, and Nick shook as he climbed in, squeezing beside Lilac. “The sugar bowl was supposed to be here, but it wasn’t anywhere! We were supposed to get one of those brats, but they got out again!”

“It’s worse than that.” Olaf said, as Klaus climbed in and Solitude settled inbetween Lilac and Nick.

“How could it possibly be worse?”

“I saw part of that film before the projector caught fire.” Olaf growled, as Violet sat up to pull the trunk shut, thankful there were several holes in it they could breathe through. “One of the Baudelaire parents may still be alive.”

When they shut the trunk, they couldn’t hear any more, both because of the muted noise and because Olaf started to drive the car away.

And also because suddenly Nick started to shake, eyes going wide, and he said, “No.”

“Nick? Are you okay?” Violet asked, barely able to see him over Klaus and Sunny.

“Nick?” Solitude looked up.

“No.” Nick muttered, suddenly breathing very fast. “I have to get out.”

“Nick, no, the car’s already moving-” Lilac began.

“I have to get out!” Nick didn’t seem to hear her. “We have to get out! Let me out!”

“Nick, no!” Lilac shouted, as he made a jump for the trunk lid.

“Nick!” Klaus grabbed onto his brother, pulling him back down.

That was apparently a bad idea, as Nick started screaming and thrashing around, trying to break his twin’s grip. “No! Let go! Don’t touch me! Let me out!”

“Nick, please, they’re gonna hear us!” Violet pleaded, as Sunny put her hands over her ears and Solitude started to cry.

“Let me out! Don’t touch me! Don’t touch me! Let me out!”

Lilac jumped forwards and shoved her hand over Nick’s mouth, apologizing as much as she could. Nick still didn’t seem to hear her, instead moving harder, kicking and trying to bite her hand as Klaus struggled to hold him down. Solitude managed to scoot away slightly, still crying, and Lilac said, “I’m sorry! Nick, you have to be quiet!”

Nick kept kicking and trying to scream, desperately trying to push away from his siblings. And then, after a minute, he collapsed, all his fight completely going out of him. He stopped screaming, only moving just enough to breathe, and then he started to cry. His siblings stared at him, horrified, and then Lilac slowly moved her hand from his mouth, and Klaus released him. He didn’t even seem to notice; he just curled up as best he could, burying his face in his hands and sobbing.

Slowly, Solitude crept back and leaned against him, and Babbitt leapt from her shoulder to his, chirping a little. Lilac carefully put her arm around him, letting him cry into her shoulder, and then Klaus hugged him, and Sunny and Violet crawled over and tried to reach far enough to put their hands on him, to let him know they were there.

And as they laid in Olaf’s trunk for a very long time, all they could do was hold each other and hope for the best.

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Everything is your Fault - You Saved Me.

"Father?" She questioned as she slowed down as she got closer.

Silas whipped around to find the source of the voice. His eyes were wide, for he had not heard that voice in some time. He continued to looked around.

"Down here, dad." She yelled up to him. He looked down at the small female.

"Shelby! How did you get here? Your supposed to be with Dreadwing." Megatron snapped.

"Dad?" Questioned Starscream and Knockout at the same time.

"I thought you were dead." Shelby ignored Megatron and the murmuring of the others. Silas didn't speak, he wasn't sure what to say. "How did you survive? They told me your body was to damaged to identify, but the only reason they knew it was you was because your wallet had been found on the body. How? Did you just leave mom and Brandon to die? I was told about poor Breakdown. Did you kill him too? I know you attempted to dissect him. What happened to you?" She continued to ask countless questions. She wanted answers. Anger and sadness building up in her. She tried hard to remain emotionless. It was becoming difficult.

"Your not supposed to be here. You were never to get involved." He finally spoke.

He seemed nervous, possibly scared as well. His last remaining child was standing in front of him. Out of all the things to happen. He never expected this.

"Is that why you faked your death, Colonel Bishop?" She demanded, refusing to call this man her father.

"I thought you got out of the military. We all thought you did. What else don't I know? Tell me!" She screamed.

The cons surrounding them had backed up now. Giving the two space. Megatron wasn't even sure if he wanted to intervene now.

"There is a lot you and the rest of the family didn't know about me." He seemed almost ashamed to talk to his youngest child. "And I didn't leave your mother and Brandon to die, I was the one who killed them."

The whole room seemed to freeze. Shelby didn't know how to think or feel. She didn't want to believe this. This was not her father, whoever this man was, he was the devil in disguise.

"Now I think you've seen to much." Silas sighed and before anyone could think, he pulled out a giant hammer that used to be Breakdowns.

Shelby saw her life flash before her eyes. She didn't care anymore, if something were to happen to her. She stood looking up at the hammer. Its seemed to go in slow motion. Everything seemed to slow down. Visions started to cloud her head. She saw her family run though her mind. Starting before the murders started. Then the blood, the broken bodies, the pain and suffering. She watching in order of their deaths. Her two oldest brothers, the first two to go. Then the forth child, her sister, died still showing fear on her face. The twins skulls showing though the acid burns. Her brother and mother, and who she thought was her father, were found together, already buried. But whoever did it, didn't do a very good job, for a hiker found them the next day.

*Flash back*

He died from defense wounds. Like he was protecting someone. They knew the minute the dug up my mothers body. Out of all the body's found, hers had to be the worse. She had surgical wounds all up her body. She was missing an arm and her left foot up to her knee. On her arm, it looked as if someone who was very skilled, probably already a doctor, had tried to attach something. From looking at her leg, it had a metal alloy prosthetic attached to it, it was probably something along as a prosthetic as well. Either it didn't work or it did and she fought back, it was ripped clean off from the stitches. You could still see where the small thin wire that held it together was torn. Where the prosthetic attached to her knee, it was starting to become infected. There were wires that were poorly connected to her knee's nerves. Her whole body was also starting to turn a greenish-blue color, showing that she had been dead for more than a twenty-four hours.

My brother tried to protect my mother. He tried to keep her safe. In the end, its what killed him. They told me he had been dead longer than my mom. Only by maybe a day. He was further along in the decomposition process. His body looked bruised, from turning different shades of green and blue. He had taken quite a few beatings. There was a large cut along one of his main arteries on his neck. He died from blood loss. Because he was protecting my mother, she had to watch the only son she had left, die in front of her. There was nothing she could do about it.

They found another set of remains with them. There was almost nothing left of the body. They only knew it was my father was because of the wallet that was found in his pants pocket. I was told he died last. His body was fresh only just starting to decompose. But it was the rotting of his skin that made it look like he was dead for weeks. His bones showing though his skin, his eyes falling out of his sockets. Because his eyes were still there and what skin wasn't burning in acid, made it known it was a fresh kill. The investigators had a hard time telling me about my fathers body.

I didn't know they were even missing. I hadn't heard from them in a few weeks. Which was normal. I had just talked to them two weeks prier, so I didn't think of this happening. No one in our family talked to us anymore, so why would anyone know they were missing. I became broken and lost. I fell into a deep depression. One that I wasn't sure I would be able to get out of. I went on emergency leave to take care of the burials. I had my father and mother cremated, per their wishes. Their urns stood on the mantel above the fireplace. My brother was buried with the rest of my siblings. On the east side of our childhood home. I knew my time in the military was over now. I had to go back home and protect it. I had to make sure that I wouldn't be next.

I would never know why this happened.

Why my family was targeted.

Why I was left out.

*End of flash back*

Everything started to close in on her. She was ready to die, but when the hit from the large hammer didn't come, she didn't know what to make of it. She looked up and saw a Blue body covering her and heard the vibrating from the hammer hitting his metal. Dreadwing quickly grabbed her and started to run.

"Now would be a great time for that ground bridge." Dreadwing said into his comm.

Shelby looked at him confused. One Dreadwing was running, and Two who was he talking to. Before she could get her answer, a blue and green vortex formed in front of them and the two ran through.

The world around her seems to be moving in slow motion. She couldn't focus on what's going on around her. The only thing she could hear was the beat of her own heart. It was like a large drum pounding in her ears. Everything was rushing past her, but she knew she wasn't running. It was like she was floating but she couldn't figure out how. Nothing seemed to make sense to her. She tries to look up, but couldn't move. She was frozen. The bright electric green and blue vortex caused a shiver to run down her spine. It was only for a few seconds and they landed on the other side. The world slowly came back to her. She realized she was being carried by Dreadwing. He had her up near his face and was trying to talk to her. She still couldn't hear what he was saying. She only saw his mouth moving. She stared at his lips moving, trying to understand. She opened her mouth to try and talk, but nothing came out. She tried hard to focus, but instead of the world coming back to her, darkness consumed her and she fell back against the large metal hand.

#ao3 #Transformers #You saved me #Dreadwing #Wattpad #Knockout #Megatron #Starscream #Silas #Optimus prime #Darkness #All my fault #running #Breakdown

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The car horns blared as Joe Biden took the stage just before 1 a.m.—not to proclaim victory, but to urge his supporters not to lose hope, no matter what President Donald Trump might say. “We believe we are on track to win this election,” the former Vice President told the crowd in Wilmington, Del., on Nov. 4. “It ain’t over until every vote is counted. Keep the faith, guys.”

As the new day dawned and dragged on, it increasingly looked as though Biden was right. Having flipped Michigan, Arizona and Wisconsin, Biden appeared to be inching toward victory. Pennsylvania, Georgia, Nevada and North Carolina remained too close to call as of the evening of Nov. 4. Independent forecasters believed Biden was likely to eke out the requisite 270 electoral votes when all the votes were counted, over the President’s noisy objections.

Even with the White House nearing their grasp, Biden’s supporters could be forgiven if they found it hard to keep the faith. The 2020 election did not go according to plan for the Democrats. It was a far cry from the sweeping repudiation of Trump that the polls had forecast and liberals craved. After all the outrage and activism, a projected $14 billion spent and millions more votes this time than last, Trump’s term is ending the way it began: with an election once again teetering on a knife’s edge, and a nation entrenched in stalemate, torn between two realities, two cultural tribes, two sets of facts.

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Even if he has lost, a President who trampled the rule of law for four years was on pace to collect millions more votes this time. And though they braced for a bloodbath, the congressional Republicans who enabled him instead notched gains across the board. The GOP appeared poised to retain the majority in the Senate and cut into the Democratic House majority, defying the polls and fundraising deficits. Republicans held onto states such as Florida, South Carolina, Ohio and Iowa that Democrats had hoped to flip. They cut into Democrats’ margins with nonwhite voters, made gains with Latinos in South Florida and the Rio Grande Valley, and racked up huge turnout among non-college-educated white people, while halting what many conservatives feared was an inexorable slide in the suburbs.

Amid record turnout, Biden seemed sure to win the popular vote, possibly with an outright majority—a resounding statement by any standard. But many Democrats expected more. They believed that voters had soured on Trump and his party, that his mishandling of the pandemic and divisive style had alienated a wide swath of voters, that a new political era was about to be born and Trumpism banished to history’s dustbin. Instead, they awoke to a different reality. “Democrats always argued, ‘If more people voted, we would win,’” says GOP strategist Brad Todd, co-author of The Great Revolt: Inside the Populist Coalition Reshaping American Politics. “Well, guess what? Everybody voted, and it didn’t help the Democrats. There is a multi-racial, working-class ethos that is animating the new Republican coalition.”

As the votes were tallied into the following day, the candidates’ positions fell along predictable lines. The challenger encouraged the core exercise of democracy to continue, while the President tried to stop it. Biden’s camp urged patience; Trump voiced unfounded suspicions about fraud and cast unwarranted doubt on still incoming returns. Despite widespread fears of chaos, the vote was mostly peaceful and devoid of major irregularities. The President’s baseless declaration of victory was a sign that the test he has posed to American institutions isn’t over yet.

Biden’s campaign was predicated on a return to the pre-Trump political order, a “normal” that may always have been a figment of the collective imagination. If he emerges as the winner, his achievement—toppling an incumbent who manipulated the levers of government to try to gain an advantage, and made voter suppression a core campaign strategy—shouldn’t be discounted. But even if he becomes the next President, it seems clear that he will be governing Trump’s America: a nation unpersuaded by kumbaya calls for unity and compassion, determined instead to burrow ever deeper into its hermetic bubbles. Win or lose, Trump has engineered a lasting tectonic shift in the American political landscape, fomenting a level of anger, resentment and suspicion that will not be easy for his successor to surmount.

Whoever takes the oath of office on Jan. 20 will be tested by a historic set of challenges. The COVID-19 pandemic has just entered its worst phase yet, rampaging across the country virtually unchecked. The economic fallout from the virus continues to worsen without new federal aid. Trump has given few hints of what his next months in office may hold, but few expect them to be smooth. An urgent set of policy problems, from climate change to health care to the nation’s crumbling infrastructure, may run into the wall of divided government. America’s democratic institutions will continue to teeter. “If in fact Biden wins, it’s still the case that an openly bigoted aspiring authoritarian not only won the presidency but captured the complete loyalty of one of two major political parties, and—but for a once-in-a-century pandemic—he might have been re-elected,” says Ian Bassin, co-founder of Protect Democracy, a non-partisan legal group. “If that doesn’t tell you that something is completely rotten in the foundations of our democracy, I don’t know what would.”

The story of American politics in the 21st century has been one of escalating polarization and gridlock, a nihilistic feedback loop that has made the country all but impossible to lead. For years, a chaos-ridden nation has waited to deliver its verdict on Trump’s unorthodox presidency. But this is 2020—the year when up was down and real was fake, the year of the plague, the year of the unexpected: of course it would not be that easy. Both sides hoped for a knockout blow, a landslide that would forever settle the question of which version of America is the true one. Instead, our identity crisis continues.

The campaign unfolded over a year so convulsive that the third presidential impeachment in history now seems a distant memory. COVID-19 upended Americans’ lives and drained their bank accounts. Millions of people, from all walks of life, took to the streets to protest police violence. The West Coast’s sky was blotted by fire for weeks, while the East was battered by a record hurricane season. And yet, against this backdrop of chaos there was an odd political stasis: Trump’s standing in polls remained about where it had been when Biden first entered the race—a sign, Democrats believed, that Trump had little chance of persuading an electorate that had long since rejected him.

Not that he particularly tried. Strategists of both parties believe the campaign was winnable for the incumbent if he had embraced a more traditional strategy and style—something his entire presidency has shown him to be uninterested in doing. Discarding the advice of the political professionals, Trump insisted on rerunning the 2016 election, down to the leaked emails and antiestablishment rhetoric. He made little alteration to his bull-in-a-china-shop attitude, even though the hellscape he raged against was now one that unfolded on his watch. “COVID certainly didn’t help, but this election was about the President’s performance over the last four years, not just the last nine months,” says Brendan Buck, a former top adviser to the GOP ex–House Speaker Paul Ryan. “It was four years of bumbling his way through every issue, alienating everyone who didn’t agree with him, and never being able to use the tools he had for any particular good.”

As Trump careened from one outrage to another, Biden limited his campaign to theatrically cautious appearances: masked speeches to small, distanced groups; “drive-in” rallies where attendees sat in their cars. The longtime pol known for his garrulousness and gaffes stuck unerringly to the script. Many lines in his final TV ads were identical to what he said when he launched his campaign a year and a half before. Unusually for a general-election candidate, Biden actually saw his standing with the public improve over the course of the campaign. Only about 10% of the ads aired by Biden’s campaign and allies were attacks on Trump, according to the Wesleyan Media Project. His campaign believed that his themes of unity, compassion and expertise were an implicit rebuke to the incumbent. “The message has been incredibly consistent: an implicit contrast between Trump’s character flaws and their consequences for real people,” says Democratic strategist Jesse Ferguson, a veteran of Hillary Clinton’s 2016 campaign. “Trump is self-absorbed and chaotic; Biden is the opposite: in it for others, stable, the antidote to everything Trump represents.” But Democrats now wonder if Biden, like Clinton before him, put too much emphasis on character and not enough on kitchen-table issues, and whether his decision not to campaign more in person was a missed opportunity.

Biden was buoyed by a vast grassroots movement: the Trump era has seen a frenzy of political action, with thousands of newly motivated activists leading local political groups. Middle-class women gathered their Facebook friends to drink wine and make canvassing phone calls; disaffected Republicans waged a multimillion-dollar campaign to mobilize their peers. A weak fundraiser who ended the primary essentially broke, Biden shattered general-election fundraising records—his campaign hauled in $952 million, dwarfing the incumbent by more than $300 million—as liberals showered donations on him and the party’s congressional candidates.

Angela Weiss—AFP/Getty Images“It’s not my place or Donald Trump’s place to declare who’s won this election. That’s the decision of the American people.” — Joe Biden, at the Chase Center in Wilmington, Del., just after midnight on Nov. 4.

Peter van Agtmael—Magnum Photos for TIME“We’ll be going to the U.S. Supreme Court.” — Donald Trump, in the East Room of the White House early on the morning of Nov. 4.

But Trump had his own army of enthusiastic supporters. His massive rallies—held at cavernous airport hangars and sports arenas with no social distancing and limited mask wearing—were not just aimed at flattering Trump’s ego or creating images of enthusiastic throngs for local and national media. Republican National Committee (RNC) teams perched outside each event, registering new voters and creating a database of supporters. “People sometimes pooh-pooh the rallies and say there’s really no campaign structural benefit to them,” says Brian Ballard, a Republican lobbyist with close ties to Trump. But they allowed the campaign to “utilize the crowds that not only go, but the crowds that registered to go, and sometimes that number is five times the amount of folks that actually show up.”

Trump’s campaign also kept up its field-organizing program through the summer, while Biden’s team hung back out of safety concerns. The joint field program between the RNC and the Trump campaign boasted 2.6 million volunteers, according to figures provided by the RNC. They made more than 182 million voter contacts—more than five times what they did in 2016—and added nearly 174,000 new GOP voters to the rolls. Early voter-registration figures in Florida, North Carolina and other states showed that Republicans had “essentially neutralized what had been a Democrat advantage” by mobilizing new voters, says John Podesta, who ran Clinton’s failed 2016 presidential bid.

Democrats underestimated the Trump tribe’s breadth to their detriment. “I think you miss some of the Trump quotient [in polls] because these folks come out of the woodwork, and they’re out of the woods and waters of South Carolina,” says former GOP Representative Mark Sanford, a Trump critic whose Charleston-area district Republicans took back on Nov. 3. Despite putting more than $100 million behind Senate candidate Jaime Harrison, Democrats fell short of defeating Senator Lindsey Graham by double digits. “These Trump rallies and Trump parades and all those kinds of things, they don’t strike me as the type that would be answering a polling call,” Sanford says.

Having made the decision to forgo traditional field organizing, Biden’s campaign manager, Jen O’Malley Dillon instead turned the Biden campaign into what may be the largest digital-organizing machine in American political history. “Jen O’Malley Dillon took a risk in investing as much in digital acquisition as she did,” says Patrick Stevenson, chief mobilization officer at the Democratic National Committee. “You’re putting down $1 million in April that you’re expecting to show back up as $5 million in August.” By September, the digital operation was printing money. Digital organizers recruited more than 200,000 volunteers and deployed them on hundreds of millions of text messages and phone calls. But the result raises questions about whether this virtual juggernaut could really substitute for old-fashioned face-to-face campaigning.

Lorenzo Meloni—Magnum Photos for TIMEThe different style of the campaigns— and of their supporters—was echoed in their Pennsylvania offices.

Lorenzo Meloni—Magnum Photos for TIMEDavid Lawrence, a Republican supporter, in Erie on Nov. 3.

What comes next is anybody’s guess. There are 2½ months until the next Inauguration. A lame-duck President with the world’s biggest platform, an even larger ego, and millions of supporters who internalized his rhetoric about election “rigging” could stir a lot of trouble on his way out of town. So much, including the odds of violence erupting, depends on Trump’s rhetoric in the days and weeks to come. Then there is the question of tapping the federal treasury on the way out—his companies and family have pocketed millions in government funds during his time in office—and whether he might seek to pardon himself and his allies. “His impulse might be to abuse executive authority, and my hope and prayer is that those around him would restrain him, though they haven’t been very successful so far,” says Tom Ridge, the GOP former Pennsylvania governor and Homeland Security Secretary who endorsed Biden. “I have never felt that this President has ever truly respected the Constitution, the rule of law and the freedoms embodied in our democratic process.”

If Biden does take office, he will confront a set of challenges like few Presidents before him. He has laid out a comprehensive—and expensive—federal plan to combat the COVID-19 pandemic that includes promoting mask wearing, ramping up testing and the production of protective equipment, improving information transparency and scientific reopening guidance, and creating and distributing a vaccine. Democrats have previously proposed trillions in new spending to help individuals, businesses and local governments and shore up the health care system needs that will only grow in the coming months.

The coronavirus is far from the only problem Biden and the Democrats have promised to solve. A former chairman of the Senate Foreign Relations Committee, Biden would likely devote great attention to restoring America’s traditional trade and security alliances. House Speaker Nancy Pelosi recently said the congressional agenda for 2021 would include a major infrastructure bill and an expansion of health care. Liberals will be pushing for fast action on police reform, climate and immigration. Democrats have been remarkably unified since Biden effectively sewed up the nomination in March, but the party’s left wing has signaled it will not be so deferential once victory is in hand. Progressive groups have been circulating lists of potential Biden nominees they would (and would not) accept for key Administration posts.

John Locher—APReflecting the exhaustion on both sides of the aisle, a Trump fan rests on a table at an election-night party in Las Vegas.

Four years of Trump have left Democrats with few worries about overreading their mandate. “If we win the election, we have a mandate to make change, period,” says Guy Cecil, president of the Democratic super PAC Priorities USA. But if Republicans retain their hold on the Senate, prospects for major legislation will be dim. Republicans had won 48 seats as of the evening of Nov. 4, with at least one January runoff in Georgia that could decide the balance of power in the chamber.

Whatever the ultimate result, the election exposed the shaky edifice of U.S. democracy. From the antiquated governing institutions that increasingly reward minoritarian rule, to the badly wounded norms surrounding the independent administration of justice, to the flimsy protections of supposedly universal suffrage, to the nation’s balky and underfunded election infrastructure, Trump’s presidency has laid bare the weaknesses in our system. But initiatives to reform campaign finance, government ethics and voting rights seem fated to run aground in a divided Washington.

A round of harsh recriminations seems certain for the Democrats, who had assumed that their coalition of minorities, college-educated white people and young voters was destined only to grow as a share of the electorate, while the post-Trump GOP would be doomed to rely on a dwindling population of older, white, non-college-educated voters. Instead, Republicans appeared to have increased their share of the Black and Latino vote. Democrats failed to topple any GOP incumbents in Texas and lost a congressional seat in New Mexico. Their hopes for a surge of college-educated suburban voters also fell short, suggesting that the GOP’s attacks on liberal ideology proved effective in places like Oklahoma City and Cedar Rapids, Iowa. “Democrats need to ask themselves why someone like Joe Biden is an endangered species in the party,” says Justin Gest, a political scientist at George Mason University and author of The New Minority: White Working Class Politics in an Age of Immigration and Inequality. “Why is the party of experts, urban intellectuals and woke social-movement activists not producing candidates who can mobilize people in Montana, Ohio, North Carolina? It just doesn’t look like a national party.”

Republicans, even if they lose the presidency, are likely to feel emboldened to continue pursuing Trump’s themes. “Donald Trump isn’t going away,” says Buck, the former Ryan adviser. “He’s still going to be the leader of the party and the biggest voice, and he’ll at least flirt with the idea of running again. It’s going to continue to be a populist, grievance-fueled party.”

Some elections mark a breakthrough—the emergence of a new American majority after years of conflict and gridlock. A landslide like Franklin D. Roosevelt’s in 1932 or Ronald Reagan’s in 1980 would have signaled a nation ready to move on from its cultural and ideological cleavages and seek some way forward together. Instead it looks more bitterly split than ever. “There was a substantial political divide in this country before Donald Trump was elected,” Ridge says. “His presidency has exacerbated that divide to an almost unimaginable degree. But that did not begin with Donald Trump, and it will not end with him, either.” —With reporting by Charlotte Alter, Brian Bennett and Tessa Berenson/Washington; Anna Purna Kambhampaty/Honolulu; and Mariah Espada, Alejandro de la Garza and Simmone Shah/New York

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New top story from Time: Even If Joe Biden Wins, He Will Govern in Donald Trump’s America

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Peter van Agtmael—Magnum Photos for TIME“We’ll be going to the U.S. Supreme Court.” — Donald Trump, in the East Room of the White House early on the morning of Nov. 4.

Lorenzo Meloni—Magnum Photos for TIMEThe different style of the campaigns—and of their supporters—was echoed in their Pennsylvania offices.

Lorenzo Meloni—Magnum Photos for TIMEDavid Lawrence, a Republican supporter, in Erie on Nov. 3.

John Locher—APReflecting the exhaustion on both sides of the aisle, a Trump fan rests on a table at an election-night party in Las Vegas.

This appears in the November 16, 2020 issue of TIME.

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Fake AH Crew Origins- Never Miss

Summary: Geoff's upset about losing his sniper, so Ryan suggests that he fight in an underground fighting ring. Surprisingly he meets someone new there that might have a place on the Fake AH Crew (Jeremy's crew origin story)

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It was a normal construction day in downtown Los Santos. Jeremy and his roommate Matt were just laying out where the next beam needed to go on the building. Jeremy had a normal day job as a construction worker, so he could use it as a cover for his night hobbies. Matt had a different, second job, but Jeremy didn’t really know who he was working for.

“Lunch break!” the head of the construction crew called out.

Jeremy and Matt got off of the building and grabbed their lunches so they could start eating.

“So, what’s going on with you tonight?” Matt asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

Jeremy rolled his eyes. “Dude, you know Friday nights are fight club nights,” he replied.

“Rule one, you do not talk about fight club. Rule two, you DO NOT talk about fight club,” he joked.

Jeremy shorted and took a sip of his soup. “Enough about Rimmy Tim. What about your Friday night?” he asked.

Matt nodded. “That’s fair. B-team has got a lot of work. The crew we’re working for has a heist coming up, and the boss, Ruby, has us working to the bone.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, and it’s the main crew’s first big heist after one of their main guys left for San Fierro, I think. So, they need this to be a big show stopper.”

Jeremy nodded. “So are you ever going to tell me what crew you part of the B-team for. Or is all of this made up as a cover and the main crew actually is B-team?”

“Dude, you’re crazy.”

“Hey, I got a lot of time to think about other things when I’m fighting.”

“And I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you,” he joked.

“Bitch, please. I’m the fighter, remember?”

“But, I still don’t get what you meant by getting to think about other things while fighting.”

“Everyone is a lot slower than me, so they have to catch up. Plus, I don’t get why or how, but if I think about their fists flying somewhere else, their fists fly somewhere else.”

“You’re a strange man.”

“Eh, don’t hate the player, hate the game,” Jeremy said as he finished his soup.

“So back to work with us, then?” Matt asked as he took the last bite of his sandwich.

“Yeah, let’s earn that bank the legal way before we earn it the illegal way at night.”

‘UUUUUHHHHHHHHHGGGGG!” Geoff groaned loudly, leaning back in his desk chair.

“What’s wrong, love?” Jack asked looking up from her work.

“Don’t imitate Gavin.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Geoff sighed. “We need a sniper for the heist.”

“We could use someone from B-team.”

“Treyco, Matt, or Larry?"

"No.”

“What about Lindsay?”

“Pppssssshhhh. Like Michael would ever want her on a heist to replace Ray.”

Jack sighed. “It’s not a heist about replacing Ray. It’s about showing the city that losing a member doesn’t mean the Fake AH Crew is dead. And alright then, how about Michael?”

“He’s too busy doing the explosives.”

“What about Gavin?”

“Need him at base actively taking care of technology.”

“Ryan?”

“Please, he’s our muscles and I’m scared of the consequences of taking him away from his corpse fetish. Besides, do you actually think he’d take off his damn mask to actually aim a sniper rifle?” he argued.

“Heard you talking shit,” Ryan joked as he walked into the office with a can of diet coke with a straw in it.

“Fuck…”

“Relax boss, you’re not in trouble.”

“We need a sniper for the Ray replacement heist, and I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s not a replacement heist.” Jack corrected him.

Geoff rolled his eyes. “That doesn’t change the fact that we need a sniper.”

“I don’t know what to do with him,” Jack sighed.

“Well, you’re clearly not in a good mood. When I’m in a bad mood, I’ll go down to watch the underground battle royal. I don’t participate, but those guys always want to put on a good show for the Vagabond,” Ryan started.

“So, you’re suggesting I go watch the fight club?” Geoff asked, annoyed.

“Rule, one. You do not talk about the fight club,” Jack joked.

“And no, I wasn’t suggesting you watch it. I was suggesting that you use it as an outlet to work out your frustration. Beat the shit out of people. Remind them who’s on top.” Ryan continued.

“Dude, I don’t know how to operate on that type of standard. I’ll get the shit kicked out of me,” Geoff replied.

Jack rolled her eyes. “Geoff, you’re the demigod son of the god of alcohol. It would be wise of you to use that to your advantage.”

Geoff’s eyes widened. “Holy shit, you’re right. Pack it up boys, we’re going to the fight club tonight.”

Jack sighed. “Rule two, you DO NOT talk about the fight club.”

Ryan had showed Geoff and Jack were the fighting took place. There was a crowd watching. Rimmy Tim was stretching in the center of the ring with an opponent standing off to the side.

Someone who appeared to be the referrer stepped into the center of the ring. “Welcome, fellow ne’er-do-wells. Tonight, we have Rimmy Tim defending his title as champion.”

“We’ll see about that,” Geoff said smugly to himself, out to the side, waiting for his first match.

Jack leaned over to Geoff. “I think that Rimmy Tim is Matt from B-team’s roommate, so don’t kill him.”

Geoff sighed. “Fiiiiinnnnneeee.”

“And joining us tonight, we have Vagabond. And he brought his friends Beardo and Kingpin with him. And on top of that, Kingpin will be joining us in the ring.” The crowd started cheering. “So, put on a good show tonight!”

The referee stepped out of the ring and a bell rang. Jeremy started off by giving a few quick jabs at his opponent. His opponent tried to punch him, but Jeremy thought about his opponent’s fist aiming somewhere else, and all of a sudden, it was aiming somewhere else. Jeremy set up to do his knockout punch, but his opponent tried to dodge out of the way. He thought about his opponent still being on target for his punch and the opponent fell back to being right on target. He quickly knocked his opponent out and won the match.

Next, it was Geoff’s turn in the ring with another opponent. The opponent looked intimidating, but Geoff had a trick up his sleeve. The bell rang and the opponent got a few quick jabs in, but Geoff immediately snapped his fingers and his opponent became a stumbling drunk. Geoff went in for a hard punch, and as soon as he punched him, he threw up and passed out. “You don’t mess with the king, baby!” he yelled out.

“Well, let’s see here if the Kingpin here can handle Rimmy Tim,” the referee announced. The crowd cheered in response.

Jeremy hoped back inside the ring to face Geoff. The bell rang and Jeremy got in him usual quick jabs, but Geoff snapped his fingers. Jeremy stumbled a bit, but was still able to punch Geoff. “What the?! Nobody except demigods like us, or Gavin is that quick on recovery,” Geoff thought to himself. Then Geoff still went in for his own punch and Jeremy did his usual thought of opponents missing, and Geoff missed. “What the fuck?! This kid has got to be one of us!” Jeremy went in for his final punch, and Geoff threw his arms up to block. “I GIVE! RIMMY TIM WINS!!!!!” he screamed

Jeremy stopped his punch. “I’m sorry? Please don’t kill me for this,” he begged.

“IT LOOKS LIKE RIMMY TIM IS STILL THE CHAMPION!” the referee called out. The crowd cheered loudly in response.

“Relax, kid, you’re not in trouble. But I would like to have a talk with you.” Geoff patted him on the shoulder. Jeremy followed Geoff out of the ring where they met up with Jack and Ryan.

“Your moves were incredible!” Jack complimented.

“Thank you,” Jeremy replied with a smile.

“I know there’s a secret to your moves, Rimmy,” Geoff speculated.

“No secret, just sometimes when I think about things going somewhere else, they go somewhere else,” Jeremy replied with a shrug.

“I personally have a secret to mine, wanna hear it?” Geoff asked.

“Sure.”

“I use my demigod powers to turn my opponents into stumbling drunks.”

Jeremy laughed “What? That’s BS. Demigods can’t be real. That’s just mythology.”

“I used my power on you, and nobody recovers that quickly unless they’re a demigod, too,”

“What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you’re probably a demigod too. But I’m not sure who you’re the son of.”

“I never had a dad, and no offense, but like hell I’m going to tell you who my mom is.”

“Speed,” Ryan chimed in.

“What?” Geoff asked.

“Demigod son of the god of speed.”

“And how do you know that?”

“I was seeing his moves and could tell there was something, too. And speed? Well, a hunch.”

“Now that we worked that out, I’m also going to invite you to join the Fake AH Crew,” Geoff finally said.

Jeremy’s eyes god wide, he never thought he’d get a cool offer like this. “I’d be an idiot to say no!”

Jack and Ryan clapped. “Awesome, then you can call me Geoff.”

“And you can call me by my actual name, Jeremy.”

“Nice to meet you Jeremy,” he said as the two of them started to shake hands. “And random unrelated question, how good are you with a sniper rifle?” Geoff asked next.

“Well, I’m better with my fists than a gun. But when I use a gun, it’s just like when I use my fists, and I never miss,” Jeremy smiled.

Geoff chuckled. “Perfect.”

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