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alstroemeriadissonance · 3 years

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Sugar Sweet Nightmare (NSFW)

I'm not sure how I came up with this. Maybe hopped up on booze and caffeine

Also, Luke isn't here because I got an Ask for an NSFW of him, and I have just the perfect scenario where it's explained (sorta) why he wouldn't figure here. Worry not Luke simp anon, I'm on the case (I shall try my besties)!

WARNING: NSFW.

You step into the office with a heavy feeling of dread that you could not quite comprehend. It is at the tip of your brain's tongue, the anxiety festering in your bosom.

Click-clack. Your heels resound as you cross the distance from the elevator to your desk. Why do your footsteps echo so loudly? It is then that you realize the floor is empty, devoid of the usual chatter, the sound of printers, fingers fluttering over the keyboards.

There is nobody in the entire floor but you.

Oh, but Artem, you think, maybe he's in his office...

Unnerved at the sheer eerieness of the empty Themis Law office floor, at the way your steps seem to be bogged down as if walking in an invisible quagmire, you panic, and struggle to get your legs to run, run, run towards that familiar door and the familiar occupant of the office behind it...

"What are you doing?"

The voice that greets you upon opening that glass door of Artem's office is stern and forbidding. Surprised, taken aback, and hurt, you find yourself flinching at the tone of his voice.

"Artem..." The feeling of dread grows even heavier, thicker. You do not understand.

"I told you I needed the revisions yesterday. Why are you wasting your time doing nothing?"

"But--" It is at this moment that you throw a glance at your senior, your partner. But instead of the stoic, yet gentle warmth what greets your eyes instead is his disappointment and irritation.

"I--I--" you struggle to put together your protest, but then you realize...you don't know what to say to him. You don't even know what you have been doing, you don't know what he was expecting.

All you know is that he is angry and disappointed at you.

"Tsk." Artem uncrosses his arms and approaches you in such a furious manner that you recoil and close your eyes, expecting him to hit you, but instead--

He pulls you by the arm and kisses you deeply.

Artem's tongue is forceful, brimming with the same energy that he devotes towards his courtroom battles; he does not have any qualms assaulting you with his tongue with as much ferocity as he attacks your lower lip with play bites, marking the tender part of your neck with his teeth.

"Artem, what?" you gasp as soon as you surface from his kissing, then you realize you are now in his apartment, lying on his sofa, a writhing mess underneath him.

Naked.

A strong hand cups your bare breast firmly, feeling its heft as his tongue quiets your protests, entwining and at times sucking your own trembling tongue into submission.

He runs his palm slowly to tease your nipple to full hardness.

You squirm at the exquisite sensation that sends shivers down your nether regions. You sigh his name in reflex. "Artem..."

His other hand then cups the small of your back and, rather suddenly, pushes your hip towards his.

The hardness in his crotch grinding against your wet sex is unmistakable.

"You took advantage of me when I was drunk," Artem whispers as his hands let go of you momentarily to unbuckle his belt and undo the zipper of his pants.

His words momentarily snap you back to sobriety.

You recognize this scene--this was when you were made to escort him home for the second time--but one detail is different.

He pulls down his underwear as well, freeing his now erect cock, standing poised to take you.

This is when you start realizing things are wrong.

But Artem does not know what you are thinking, nor does he even care at all, and so with his strong hands does he pull your thighs impossibly closer to his hips, and wrap your legs around his waist.

His tip is now partly lodged in your entrance.

"You took advantage of me when I was drunk," he repeats, a half accusation and half erotic suggestion, and he moves his hips just enough so at least half of his rock-hard length is inside you. "What do you have to say to that?"

"Artem," you gasp, torn between begging him to stop and begging him to please, oh, start moving, "I didn't--"

"Didn't what?" He adjusts his hips and throws your legs over his shoulders. The sudden movement now easily buries his entire length inside you, to the hilt.

A loud, lusty moan escapes your lips.

At this point you don't bother arguing anymore. Your olive eyes meet his cerulean blues bereft of that steely determination, now misted over with a look of pure sexual desire.

He starts thrusting with a slow rhythm, the rocking of his hips making the sofa underneath creak alongside the lewd, wet noises as skin met wet skin.

Your breaths increasingly get more shallow and faster. Eventually your fingers dig into the fabric of the sofa beside you, anchoring yourself from being pushed further up the upholstery by Artem's slow, steady, yet strong movements.

"I always wanted you, Rosa," he breathes out in between thrusts. "Wanted you so badly, ahh--" He bites his lower lip, perhaps trying to control his release, waiting for yours to catch up...

"Heeeey. What do we have here?"

Marius?!

Sure enough, you see Marius looking at you with his usual grin, as if you are not in full display being impaled by your senior partner's cock right in front of him.

"Missy~ I need your help with legal consultation, but it looks like you're a bit...busy..."

Unnerved by this development, you try to push Artem away, but you then feel Marius squeeze himself into the sofa, in that space between the armrest and your head.

"Nice pair of tits, Miss Lawyer," you hear Marius say as reaches over your head and grabs both of your breasts, kneading them as the pads of his thumbs tease both nipples. "I wouldn't mind kneading these every day instead of sculpting clay." He pinches your nipples lightly.

Your mind goes blank at the sheer white-hot pleasure emanating from both men's assaults.

"You like this, don't you?" Marius says, his hands still pawing your chest.

Your back arches in sheer delight, pressing your breasts even closer against Marius's artful touch.

Artem, in the meantime, never lost his rhythm in hammering into you, his hips still bouncing as he rams inside you over and over.

"Such a lewd little lawyer."

And you do not know what exactly happened, because now you're sitting on Marius's lap, your thighs spread over his. And somehow, his hard length is lodged inside you, up to the hilt, unmoving.

Both of you are now in his office, seated by Marius's executive desk, a stack of papers awaiting signatures piled right in front of you.

"Missy," Marius's breath is hot against your ear. "Could you please go over these documents for me?" His slick, wet tongue snakes into your ear, causing you to squirm, which in turn clenches your sex around his shaft.

You try to read the text just as he asked, but nothing really registers, not when you're being driven mad as it is with his hardness inside you still not moving, and now his long, artful fingers are fondling both your breasts.

"Marius," you breath out loud, "can't you move?" You are now getting increasingly impatient, and you are ready to pay everything that you have to Pax just so the goddamn Marius von Hagen can start giving you release...

"Mhm, not until you finish reviewing and signing the contracts," Marius laughs softly before teasing your ear once again with his tongue.

The scene shifts once again without warning and suddenly, you're in the hall in Stellis University where Dr. Vyn Richter frequently conducts his lectures.

Somehow you're lying on top of the lecturer's desk, still helpless and naked, but thankfully there is no one else in the lecture hall to bear witness to your predicament.

Until you hear the door slide open.

"Alright, class is in session," a very familiar voice calls out.

He walks towards you with his hands in the pockets of his white lab coat.

Somehow you're now aware of the presence of the two other men, Artem and Marius, and they're both watching you seated by the front row seats.

Vyn places his books and notes right beside where your head lay, as if having a naked woman writhing on top of his desk is one of the most natural occurrences in the world.

"No lectures today," Vyn announces as he positions himself between your thighs, which are half-dangling over the edge of the lecturer's table. "Only a practical demonstration on how to pleasure my dear Rosa..."

He helps you sit up and, with some gentle prodding, Vyn has you leaning against one of of the table, your elbows planted on the table's surface.

"Right. Move your ass a little bit higher, if you may," Vyn instructs you with a clinical tone of voice as he grabs your hips, his erect cock slowly entering you from behind.

You chant out his name, over and over, with every thrust...

===

Rosa's eyes snapped wide open.

Disoriented, it took a long while to register the fact that she was sleeping, and that she was, all along, in Vyn's living room, taking a nap on the sofa.

Her breathing has yet to slow, and her heart still thudded fast against her rib cage.

Deep golden sunlight of late afternoon spilled through the french windows, bathing Rosa in a warm glow...

Then as she tried to move, she noticed something amiss.

"Awake, love?"

Vyn was seated on the floor beside where she lay in his sofa. Beads of sweat made strands of his silver hair stick to his forehead at odd angles.

His face was flushed for some reason.

"Vyn, what...what are you doing...?"

It was when he pulled out three fingers from her sex that she realized what has been happening during her sleep.

Vyn languidly sucked his fingers clean of Rosa's slick wetness, taking his time before he responded. "You were very obviously having a wet dream." He continued cleaning his fingers with his tongue.

"I remembered you complaining of having dry orgasms sometimes in your sleep," he said matter-of-factly. "I only thought of helping you along.

"But." His brow furrowed. "Did you really have to dream of having sex with other men? I heard you moaning for both Artem and Marius."

Rosa's face turned red. "I can't help it! You--you of all people should know I can't control my dreams!"

"Yes, I know. I am only joking," Vyn said, with a mischievous look in his eye, tinged with something else.

"I heard you moaning my name as well. What did we do in your dream? Tell me, exactly."

"Uh. We were in your lecture hall, and we..."

"We...?" Vyn prodded.

Rosa blushed, and she looked down. "We did it...from behind. Over the lecturer's desk. Artem and Marius were watching."

A sharp hiss escaped Vyn's lips.

It was at that moment that she noticed that his hard cock was free and erect, slightly hidden under his coat.

"I am not yet done pleasuring myself," Vyn said as he noted Rosa looking at his erect length. "Shall we pick up where your dream left off?"

Vyn swiftly carried Rosa to his study, and, after knocking over several books and piles of papers from his mahogany desk, he fucked Rosa from behind, the woman barely hanging on the edge of the desk.

"Vyn," Rosa gasped. "You're...you're a bit rough..."

"I could not help it," Vyn hissed against her ear. He reached around to massage her clit, his flicks matching the rhythm of his thrusts. "Is this better?"

Rosa could not reply, instead arching her back in sheer pleasure.

===

That night Vyn did not bother doing his self-assessment.

Instead, he was trying to fit into his schedule a psychological counseling session for Rosa, having recognized her now-frequent sexual dreams as resulting from work-related stress.

He poured himself a glass of wine, his fingers flipping through pages of his calendar.

There was also the matter of coming up with a plausible excuse to send Rosa away from the other NXX members for at least a week, or at least while the recent sexual dream was still fresh in her mind. Vyn did not want to have her so easily flustered in the other men's presences.

Rosa wears her heart in her sleeve too much. It'd be near impossible to avoid...misunderstandings from happening.

Well, what to do...

Then, Vyn thought, since hypnotherapy is absolutely off the table, maybe he could just start fucking her as often as possible, in as many different venues as possible, until she associated sexual pleasure to him and him only?

He laughed at his own silly fantasy.

Ah, well. It is a start.

#tears of themis #tears of themis smut #tot smut #mo yi #lu jinghe #zuo ran #tot vyn #vyn richter #tot artem #artem wing #marius von hagen #tot marius #vyn richter x you #marius von hagen x you #artem wing x you

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stark-tony · 3 years

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underrated irondad and spiderson fic recs part 2

part 1

Queer Eye for the Cacti by silentsaebyeok

summary: He bought one-hundred cacti on Amazon! Pepper was going to kill him!

What had possessed him to do such a thing? He never went on shopping sprees when drunk. That just wasn’t a Tony Stark type of thing to do. And in all honesty, he was astonished he even remembered the Amazon password.

Tony makes an interesting purchase while drunk. What he doesn’t expect is for said purchase to bite him in the ass in the worst possible way.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Tumblr Posts by Jen27ny

summary: Literally what the title says. All the prompts and one-shots I post on tumblr.

pairings: pepperony, spideychelle

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, angst

warnings:

It Lasts for Always by YellowDistress

summary: Peter has never asked anyone to kill for him, especially not Tony.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Cursed Christmas by sahiya

summary: A series of unfortunate events befalls Tony, Pepper, Peter, and Morgan (and Happy and May) in the week leading up to Christmas.

It'd be kind of funny if it didn't totally suck. Fortunately, they've got good back-up.

pairings: pepperony

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Keeping your head up by frostysunflowers

summary: It’s been a while, a long while, since Tony felt this defenceless. He’s without a suit, the manacle around his ankle is solid steel, and he can’t see a single way out.

He’s been here before, but back then there had been tools, resources, options.

Here, there’s just the walls, his missing kid and the water.

The water.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: kidnapping

Young, Dumb and Suffering by wordscorrupt

summary: In a moment of desperation, Peter decides to take Steve's pain medication to relieve a migraine.

Peter accidentally overdoses on pain medication.

pairings: none

tags:

warnings:

Midnight Oil by JolinarJackson

summary: After everything that has happened to Peter over the last year - or five, really - he shouldn’t be worried about something as mundane as the ACT. When he fails it, though it sends him into a spiral of self-doubt, which only gets worse when Peter realizes that he doesn’t seem to be able to fix whatever is broken.

pairings: spideychelle, pepperony

tags: hurt/comfort, angst

warnings: none

Love Will Remind Us Who We Are by blondsak

summary: There had been many times in Tony’s life when he’d known the piercing clarity that separated a Good Day from a Bad Day. Had known the ways in which, upon first waking, one’s soul would strike a balance between agony and relief either in your favor, or not.

But none of his earlier Good and Bad times had prepared him for his reality now.

Nine months after the Avengers defeated Thanos, Tony is still reckoning with the toll the final snap took on his body. Between grueling physical therapy, near-constant pain, and the inability to so much as tie his own shoes, well-- things aren’t exactly like Tony had imagined.

Luckily for him, there’s a certain kid from Queens who won’t let Tony give up so easily.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Summertime Sickness by Spideysickfics

summary: "Well, this is your lucky day, then!" Peter replied enthusiastically, putting his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest as he broke into a wide grin, "You're looking at a former Boy Scout!"

Tony let out a huff of air.

"No shit, a Boy Scout, huh? When did you quit?"

"First grade." Peter's grin didn’t waver. Tony rolled his eyes with a laugh.

"I'm sure you're very knowledgeable."

An Irondad camping trip and sickfic to soothe your soul

pairings: none

tags:

warnings: none

to break in these bones by searchingforstars

summary: “We’re gonna go play baseball? I’m not exactly a great shot, and you might have to let me out of these first,” Peter rattles his wrists around in the metal chains and they clink together, echoing around the sparse room, “but sounds like fun.

“We’re not playing baseball.”

“Shame, because I passed a park on my way here and I’m pretty sure that there’s only been like, six murders there this year so that could have been a fun spot.”

“I’m going to enjoy this, you fucked up little kid.”

“Hey, I’m not a little-” Peter starts, but he’s cut off by all the air being knocked out of his lungs as he sees the bat raised in front of him.

or, Peter doesn't listen to Tony, pisses off someone dangerous and ends up on the wrong end of a baseball bat.

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

5 Times Peter Gave Tony Something by impravidus

summary: and the 1 time Tony gave him something back

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

You'll Be Here (in My Heart) by seekrest

summary: The morning that Tony’s life changed forever began as his days usually began now — shuffling into the kitchen half asleep, going through the motions as he searched for Pepper’s favorite coffee mug.

Tony stifled a yawn, grabbing the Black Panther novelty mug she adored while he grabbed one that Morgan had made them years ago - one that made her now cringe with embarrassment anytime she saw him use it, the childish scribbles that made him laugh.

He sets Morgan’s creation down on the countertop as he reaches for the Black Panther mug, it being just barely out of reach for when Pepper has put it last.

“Damn thing.” Tony mutters to himself, fingers barely brushing against it before he grabs it - going to set it down on the counter only to be surprised when Pepper walks in from the bedroom, an unreadable expression on her face.

“Morning. You know, you and I need to have a talk about about your choice of mugs. I know T’Challa somehow perfected the cup warmer thing here but you could at least show a little—“

“Michelle’s in labor.”

pairings: spideychelle

tags: angst

warnings: none

the little things we don't say out loud by JBS_Forever

summary: “It's not funny,” Peter says, voice catching as he whines, “This is life or death, Ned. I'm actually dying.”

On the other end of the line, Ned sighs, amused and not at all concerned. “So you're Mr. Stark's secret Santa. It's not that bad.”

- - -

In which Peter is Tony's secret Santa, and it is, in fact, that bad.

pairings: none

tags: humor, fluff

warnings: none

Hiking Essentials: A backpack, plenty of water, and a Spider-kid by kiwifeather

summary: Morgan, Peter, and Tony enjoy each other's company on a hike through the woods while Peter is staying with them for the weekend. Father-and-son bonding ensues

(Takes place after the snap but Tony survives because this is the good timeline and we know that Tony deserved a happy ending)

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

In Case of Emergency by Bowtiez

summary: Babysitting his little sister at the Stark's lakeside cabin seems like quite the gig for 17-year-old Peter. Of course he's got that covered- he's a mature individual and he can watch over a five-year-old for forty-eight hours.

On a totally unrelated note, did anyone know that super-healing doesn't really work on bacterial infections? It's a good thing Morgan knows what to do. Well... it's probably a good thing?

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Three Times Tony Stark Used Italian Nicknames and One Time He Received One by MCUsic_to_my_ears

summary: Tony can't help but slip into his Italian when with his children.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

More Ancient Than Magic by ironfamjam

summary: Life isn't exactly normal when your Head of House is also kinda your father-figure and his daughter is kinda sorta your little sister.

It's also not normal when the bad guys your real-life-war-hero-not-actually-dad defeated in The Great War threaten to return and you're still just trying to finish your Charms essay.

But Professor Stark asked him to protect Morgan. And that's what he's going to do.

Even if it breaks him.

The mini Hogwarts AU

pairings: spideychelle, pepperony

tags: fluff, angst

warnings: torture

Peaches by peterparkr

summary: There’s no response, not even a faint twinge of muscle. Peter tries to listen for a heartbeat, but he can’t seem to focus enough to pinpoint it. Another bubble of thought starts to rise. This could be the reason his spidey-sense is going haywire. Tony could be—

He pushes the bubble down.

Peter and Tony find themselves stranded in the woods after an Avengers mission

pairings: none

tags: angst, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

Snowflakes by Jen27ny

summary: Tony just wants to see his kids happy - which means letting Morgan stick as many snowflakes to the window as she likes, and making Peter talk about his nightmares.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

I Sure Do Like Those Christmas Cookies by baloobird

summary: Tony is spending a fun afternoon baking cookies with his kids, but his older one isn't acting like himself.

Whatever the problem is, it's up to the now-retired hero to figure it out.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: bullying, acephobia

An MIT Halloween by bethy_277

summary: Coming to MIT had been difficult, having almost lost his mentor when he had snapped to save the entire universe, and Peter had really struggled. If it hadn’t been for Ned and Harley- who he had met shortly after he came back and become good friends with- he didn’t think he would have made it past the first few weeks at school. He had called both May and Tony that first week, hysterical and begging to come back to New York. May had been patient, Tony had been ready to get in his car to drive to him to help him through it, and Harley and Ned had been there and talked him down both times.

** Peter is a college student at MIT and Tony brings Morgan up for some trick-or-treating.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

Someone Take Me Home by GallagherHunter

summary: More than a month since May's death Peter is having a less than stellar day at school in the hopes of making it through the day so he can get to the apartment where he's been living with Tony since his world came crashing around him. Meanwhile, Tony has been advised to adopt Peter to assure him he won't leave him.

pairings: none

tags: hurt/comfort

warnings: bullying

It’s Gonna Be Lit by Pawprinter

summary: What Christmas gift does one get for the man who seemingly has everything?

Peter is struggling to find out.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

I'll Be Home For Christmas by snarkymuch

summary: May gets called away for work, and Tony steps in to make sure Peter isn't alone for Christmas. Harley, Morgan, and Peter being adorable kids, and Tony being a great dad.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

The power of makeup by SparrowFlight246

summary: Peter shows up to a prestigious awards ceremony with a black eye and a whole lot of regret.

Tony raids Pepper's purse and decides to improvise.

pairings: pepperony

tags: fluff

warnings: none

if you'll be my star, i'll be your sky by ftmpeter

summary: There are two things Tony learns about Peter after Morgan is born.

The first thing is that when it comes to kids, he's a natural.

The second thing is that he's a self-sacrificing little shit.

(Tony already knew that. He has the gray hairs to prove it. But. Still.)

It isn't the kind of self-sacrificing that will get him killed or seriously injured - thank God - but it's just as annoying. Maybe even more, because while he can ground Peter from Spider-Man, he can't exactly ground him from staying up all night to make sure Morgan sleeps through it.

pairings: none

tags: fluff

warnings: none

give the cookies a miss by searchingforstars

summary: “Surprise!” Morgan exclaims as soon as they’re both in the room. She gestures excitedly towards a few slightly sad looking lumps of something drenched in icing and severed onto sticks. There are sprinkles as well, which look like they might have been a nice touch to cheer the entire thing up, had the majority of them not ended up scattered around the surrounding bench space.

“Daddy and I made cookie pops! Well, I made them, he just helped me use the big scary whisk-y thingy. They’re for Katie’s birthday party tomorrow because we all have to bring something yummy to eat, and Daddy wanted to do regular cookies but I told him that was boring. So we made these instead!”

or, Peter is poisoned by the ones he trusts most.

pairings: none

tags: fluff, hurt/comfort

warnings: none

i want to be with you 'til the whole world ends by searchingforstars

summary: The last thing he does as his eyes slip shut is wrap his arms tighter around Peter, as tight as he can manage when it feels like the life is draining from him.

Please, for the love of God, I'm sorry I couldn't do it, but please, please, someone look after this kid for me.

Tony would give anything to make sure that Peter Parker is safe.

Unfortunately, he doesn’t have much left to give. He’s about to have nothing left to give.

The world goes dark.

He drifts away.

Or, Peter and Tony nearly lose each other.

pairings: none

tags: angst

warnings: none

Of bright autumn days and things that go bump in the night by frostysunflowers

summary: Halloween/fall themed fics featuring plenty of fluff, feels and seasonal shenanigans!

pairings: none

tags: fluff, humor, angst

warnings: none

Twelve Days of Terror: A Whumptober Collection by seekrest

summary:

pairings: spideychelle

tags:

warnings:

#irondad and spiderson #irondad #peter parker #tony stark #my fic recs #kidnapping tw #torture tw #acephobia tw #bullying tw

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honey-hippie-harper · 3 years

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Winston, my beloved

HAPPY LATE BIRTHDAY @healing-winston-pratt !!!!!!

I’m not going to write you a huge ass letter because I already did that the entire day <3 but here’s your tumblr gift afghjafgsja it’s very short but I still hope you like it, and I hope you know how important you are to me, and how blessed I feel for having met you :’333333 <3 <3 < 3 <3

There are no words to describe how great of a person you are, and I hope we keep being friends for many, many years :’)

I love you <3

And I hope you like this agaghjaghjs (it’s just our canon divergence version of the Leroy-meeting-Maggie thing).

Doppelgänger

Maybe she would look less similar when Leroy was sober.

That’s what he thought back then.

Maybe the child from the janitorial team would look less similar to Nova once he was sober; because, well, it’s not that he was absolutely wasted the first time he saw her. He was only mildly drunk, to be honest.

But even then, he knew that he couldn’t think straight while in that state. Hence why, when he saw the kid from the janitorial team walking around and she was scarily similar to a younger version of Nova, he just let it pass. After all, back then, he was still thinking that, once he went to jail, it would be the last time he ever saw Nova. Upon being a little drunk, it made sense for him to be seeing Nova in places where she wasn’t.

However, one year later, when he was released from jail and saw her on the street once again, she still looked like a younger version of Nova.

Leroy was in his break from work, which he always used to go out to smoke, as it was a smoke-free building. The kid was coming out of the convenience store across the street, carrying a blue bag, and wearing civilian clothes instead of her Renegade uniform.

Now, Leroy wasn’t the best father figure that had ever existed on Earth. He had never defended he was.

But he was decent enough to recognize Nova when he saw her, and, even if her childhood pictures were embarrassingly scarce, Leroy had done a great part of the parenting and he had seen her.

Had he done it correctly? Probably not, but Nova was still in one piece.

And she was in one piece because not everything had been that awful.

Could’ve been better, definitely. But it had been enough.

Sorta.

The point was…

Leroy remembered the kid version of her. And he remembered it because he had chased after her more times than he could count.

When he thought about little Nova, he often felt a twinge in his stomach, because, basically, they were too fucking stupid when she was younger.

Not that Winston and him weren’t fucking stupid now, but the brain cell Honey, Ingrid, Winston and him used to share was hopeless and it needed a goddamn therapist almost as much as they needed one, individually. When he thought about little Nova, he saw them posing with her like they were in a renaissance painting, that time a mosquito broke into her nostrils and her nose started hemorrhaging like a red waterfall when she was too rough at trying to take it out. Ingrid sat her on her lap, telling her to stop screaming because they were going to think she had punched her. The truth was, Nova wasn’t screaming. Rather, she was breathing so fast she was swallowing her own blood like nose drops and she was fucking choking.

No matter how hard Ingrid tried, the demonic sounds Nova was making ended up summoning the rest of the Anarchists, and that’s when they all gathered around Nova, looking like a cult adoring a bleeding statue.

Usually, when a tragedy happened, they just did dumb shit like that, and they always ended up gathered around her, panicking instead of doing something about it, and that’s why Leroy was pretty confident on the fact he knew what his freaking child looked like.

And she looked like that.

He had spent so many hours of his life staring at Nova, that he knew what that pitch black hair looked like. Her small eyes. The way her face became disfigured when she was mad, and even the weird thing she could do with her hands. That thing, where she would bend the upper part of her fingers, with the exception that, while Nova could do that with all of her fingers, the kid from the janitorial team seemed to only be able to do it with three of them.

She had the same chipmunk cheeks, and while the nose was a little different, Leroy was sure he had seen it somewhere else, in a person that was no longer here. And that nose was also too similar to that person’s not to be the same.

Maybe it was just an awful, scary coincidence, because the chances of this meaning something were extremely low, and it was overall impossible, to say anything.

Yet, when she bent down to tie her shoes, Leroy stared at her with the cigarette still into his mouth, maybe judging or maybe waiting for something that would more likely not happen.

At least, that’s what he thought until the moment something did happen.

Leroy had always been told, by a person who was no longer here either, that he had a pretty heavy stare. Heavy and acid, like the thing that came from his pores. And, apparently, the kid from the janitorial team agreed with that, because, after a while of struggling to try to tie her shoes (she didn’t look like a person who knew how to do such thing. She was improvising), she looked up and across the street, where Leroy was, staring.

And she stared back, frowning.

And for a moment, she didn’t look like her own person, but rather a doppelgänger of the teenager who would be waiting for him at home once his shift was over. And, frowning in that way, she was also victimized by the same phenomenon as Nova.

Because when she frowned –and probably when she cried, too- she looked like she was about to ask Leroy to join her revolution, right before putting on a ridiculous helmet and proceeding to destroy the city.

And that.

That was also too much of a coincidence to him.

Maybe, the next right thing to do would’ve been to help her tie her shoes, but Leroy didn’t, because he was frozen, despite his face being emotionless.

So, solemnly, he just nodded, as a way to greet her even from that distance.

In response, the kid stuck her tongue out towards him and told him to go fuck himself with her finger.

Then, she got up and started storming away.

Not even two seconds later, her shoelaces gave her what she had coming, and she fell on her knees.

Leroy pretended he hadn’t seen that.

He supposed that’s what she would’ve wanted.

#renegades trilogy #marissa meyer #dawnie writes #leroy flinn #cyanide #margaret white #margaret artino #magpie #fun fact mientras escribía estoy escribí L e r y varias veces JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA #pinche quince primaveras me dejó m a l

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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Damn, Kohga has clearly been fucked by A LOT of men (like damn, his ass doesn't even need prep) And Sooga is clearly possessive AS FUCK. Consider: Kohga tying down/ordering Sooga to sit still while Kohga jacks it/fingers himself, while telling Sooga FILTHY stories of his past dalliances until Sooga can't handle it anymore.

Ooooh this is a GOOD idea. Sooga maybe bottom, but he's a possessive bottom, and we STAN that energy.

Kohga was horny as SHIT. Nothing new in that sentence, but what was different was the fact that it was caused by Sooga's possessiveness. It started off innocently enough; Kohga wanting to spank his big, juicy ass. Simple enough. Then he got into it. Hard, fierce spanking across his ass. And what caused it? That classic territorial nature of all blade masters. Kohga so much as MENTIONED bringing one in, and he just slapped his ass six ways from sunday. Hell, he needed to sit on a pillow for a few days after that. He even recalled how Sooga apologized for that, but Kohga would have none of it. Sooga was an ANIMAL. He just had to take the beast out of the cage.

"But how…."

He asked himself, rolling over to his stomach. He sent Sooga out on some scavenger hunt (he did this whenever he needed Sooga out of the base for a while), and was left to his own devices. He needed time to think about just how he was gonna get a rise out of Sooga. Poking the beast, so to speak. He couldn’t bring another guy in to watch, they'd start beating the shit out of each other (though them fighting was ALWAYS hot). Sooga wouldn’t even let them be near their DOOR when they did it. It was ridiculous. Other guy's Kohga fucked was not this complicated. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. He nearly bolted out of bed, completely astounded by his own brilliance.

"Kohga! You're not only a hunk, you're a GENIUS!"

Kohga knew just what to do.

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"Master Kohga, I have returned."

Kohga nearly bounced in place upon hearing his voice. He was SO ready for his pretty boy to come home. He opened his door, nearly yanking Sooga inside his room, and pulling him into a hug. Sooga sputtered in surprise, before chuckling and returning the affection.

"I was not expecting such a warm welcome for my arrival."

"Well, shame on you! Been waiting for you to come back! You like that mushy couple bullshit, so you'll love this!"

He looked up at Sooga, who cocked his head to the side.

"I do. But you don't."

"One, shut up. Two, I love YOU. So! We're gonna do something...interesting."

He pulled up a chair for Sooga (aka the good chair he got from Kingy), while he sat on his bed. Sooga was clearly not understanding what was happening, but he was going along with it, especially given Kohga’s excitement. He had drinks, snacks (mainly slices of nut cake and fruit), and even candles. It was sweet, honestly. Kohga patted his hand, clearly excited.

"So, Traysi recommends this for couples who are VERY serious about each other."

"The woman who runs the rumor mill? Should we be following-"

Kohga flicked his mask, huffing.

"We do not disrespect Traysi here. And yes, we're doing this. So you're ready?"

"If you are, absolutely."

"Good, you're going to go first. Now, tell me about EVERYONE you've been with before."

Sooga seemed confused by this. But, it was not only a command from Kohga, but Kohga actually and honestly trying to bond with him. Who could say no to that? Sooga thought about it for a moment.

"Let's see...when I was five, I married my neighbor's daughter. We had a mud cake and everything."

He chuckled. It wasn’t at all a serious answer, but it was just. So odd, recalling his past relationships, especially since they seemed so redundant now. He rubbed his chin a bit.

"Then there was Nabooru. I dated her when I was about fourteen. Lovely girl."

Kohga cocked his head to the side.

"You ACTUALLY dated girls?"

"In my teen years. When I was seventeen we broke up, started to date a stable boy. Shad. He was...a bit of a bookworm. I really liked him."

"What happened to you guys?"

Sooga hesitated, opening his mouth then closing it again.

"Father didn't....what I mean to say is...uhm, If I may skip, Master Kohga."

Oof, rough territory. Kohga waved his hand, letting him know to press on. Sooga shook the thought out of his head, happy to no longer be thinking about it.

"Then there were the occasional hookups. Nothing serious, a few men to share a bed with for the night. Chudly, Benja, and Vilia. Then it was you."

Kohga blinked. Wow. Could buy a piece of bread with that body count.

"That's...it? Only FIVE people? And one was a WOMAN? That’s ALL the people you’ve been with?!”

“Yes. Though, I wouldn’t fully include the first one, in all honesty.”

Sooga rubbed the back of his neck shyly, clearly a bit embarrassed from how little that seemed to be. Kohga just couldn’t fathom that. Five people, in his entire life. Sooga was a young stud, he could get plenty of his ass, just on his walk home. Kohga couldn’t fathom that. Sooga seemed to shrink a bit under his clearly bewildered look.

“Is that...too few?”

Kohga realized he was making Sooga feel self conscious. He was aiming for jealousy, not this. He raised his hands up a bit, shaking his head.

“No! No, any number is fine, even none. I’m just saying, I expected a LOT more. I mean, LOOK at you!”

Sooga chuckled, blushing like crazy underneath his mask like the cute guy he was.

“Well, thank you, Master Kohga. But no, I have not been with anyone else. Just those, and I haven’t missed one. You know, I can actually see the merit in this piece of advice. It feels good, getting that off my chest. Is it your turn?”

Kohga almost wanted to cuddle his big, dumb face. Thankfully, he was too horny to bail on his plans. Kohga nodded.

“It is, actually. BUT. I have one order to give you, got it?”

“I...suppose.”

“You have to stay put in that chair. No matter what. Understand?”

Sooga looked confused, but he nodded.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand. But, an order is an order. I will stay seated.”

“Good. Good.”

Kohga grabbed his box of fun stuff, placing it right next to him, then laid on his back. He hoisted one leg over the other, arms behind his head.

“Okay, get comfy. Now, the first guy I dated was when I was...seventeen or so? I wanted to date earlier, but dad said to wait. Anyway, he was a merchant that’d come by every once and while. He was SUPER cute, and honestly? Not too bad of a kisser. I’m pretty sure I wasn’t the only guy he was seeing, but...well, I couldn’t complain, he was super cute. Nice hair. Always dated guys with nice hair.”

Kohga remembered those early years. Back when he didn’t know shit. Back when kissing was new and exciting to him. Sooga looked confused.

“I thought you said no one but you and your father saw your face.”

“Oh no, I NEVER took this off. A wise man caught nude will cover his face, not his privates.”

That made Sooga chuckle.

“A rather clever, yet lewd saying. Please, do continue.”

“Gladly.”

Kohga twiddled with his fingers as he recalled. Is he supposed to go in order? Or just whatever crossed his mind? He thought about it, before he thought about it.

“Oooh, then there was another one of my boyfriends. He was going through like, this weird hair phase? His hair was red, he had it up, and he was just. Big. Big, buff, and honestly he was just. Stupid. Let me tell you, I could grab onto his arm, and he could lift me up with absolutely no issues. We didn’t last long though, he thought he was hot shit. He GENUINELY said ‘babe, you’re pretty, but I’m prettier’. Can you imagine that? Ugh. Dude fucked good though, he REALLY did. He’d get all hot and sweaty after his work outs, and then. Well, dude fucked good. Real good.”

Kohga stripped himself free of his pants, and held his finger up when Sooga clearly wanted to ask questions. He stripped himself free, before getting comfy again, just stroking at his thighs.

“I remember once, when he got back from his trip across seas, he ended up fucking me right in the bar. We got just, so drunk, and he couldn’t keep himself off of me. He railed me in front of all his men, the barkeep, and pretty much who seemed to be paying attention. I was a young thing back then, a thick dick was all it took. I remember, I tried to give him his beer after he came in me, and I just, dumped it all over his chest by accident. He was a good sport about it, all I had to do was clean him up. Only, I didn’t have a rag, so...I had to improvise. Licked that dude like a lollipop.”

Sooga not so gracefully, grabbed a bottle of his favorite oil, and used it to rub along his thighs, just for a bit of a show, before sticking two fingers into his ass. Been a while since he touched himself like this, much less in front of someone else, and it felt GOOD, watching his greedy eyes upon him.

“It wasn’t a long relationship, but it was a fun one. Let's see, who else was there...ooh, there was that one guy. Dad HATED him, and I think there was a huge appeal in that. He was in charge of fixing trains and stuff. Big, muscle guy. Cute scar, tattoos, big hands. He wasn’t as rebellious as the other guy. We lasted a bit longer, but not by much. Super sweet. I remember he'd pick me out of nowhere, just because he could. That dude was the sorta romance then in your pants dance type. But he was KINKY. Dude really liked holding me down and giving it to me. I remember, we got REAL rough with it one time, he tied my hands up, tied me up in his workshop, and just railed my ass. Swore we almost got caught by a client once!"

Kohga laughed, really digging and stretching his ass.

"He taught me how to do this. Taught me how to get my nice, oily fingers inside of me. Taught me how to get nice and ready for the cocks he knew I wanted. In a way...he was my first.”

He snuck a glance at Sooga’s eyes, and he saw it. The little sparkles of jealousy. He knew he wasn’t his first, but knowing the details really got under his skin. Kohga introduced three fingers now, really arching his back as he felt himself be a little bit stretched. Sooga wasn’t goosey loosey down there, but he could take three fingers, knuckle deep, before he felt that familiar longing inside of him.

“Then...Then there was this other guy. Up until I started the clan, he was my partner in crime. Long hair, always kept in a ponytail. Nice, strong hands, and his eyes were something else. They were so...intense. Should’ve seen me the first time I caught those eyes, I was on him like a stack of bananas. He was the more...aloof than most of the guys I dated. He’d pop in and out, constantly looking for ways to get stronger. Never really got that guy. We would just..somehow end up in bed together. Sometimes it would be in a bed over some stable, sometimes it’d be some random, abandoned spot in the mountains. Either way, he’d fuck me, and be gone by morning. Hell, I don’t even think I caught his name. I just remembered we REALLY, REALLY liked each other.”

Kohga had to admit, recalling all of his past lovers was very, very fun. Recalling how many big, strong men wanted him, how each one fucked him differently, it was thrilling. He pulled his fingers out of himself, letting Sooga take a gander at his oiled, willing ass. The same ass that knew many, many men, and started to pump his cock. He would go on with his other boyfriends, but he didn’t want to wait longer. He wanted to hit Sooga right in that weak spot.

“Then the clan started. Those other blade masters...well. Let’s just say there’s a reason they’re so high in the ranks.”

He saw Sooga’s fingers grip onto the seats. He was already fuming from his past lovers, but his own peers? Oh, that was a way to get under a blade master’s hide. He was getting ANGRY. Not at Kohga of course, just the motion that ANYONE touched his precious Kohga.

“I remember once, a couple of them snuck into my room. They thought I was dead asleep, but I was very much awake. I felt them grope me, felt them pull at my clothes till it came off. Next thing I knew I had two in my ass, and two in my hands. Course I had that one guy in my mouth two, and the other three watching...oh who really knows? Once one was done, another guy took over. They pumped me full of cum, sucked and toyed with my cock. And I remembered I’d bark at them not to cum until I did, so they fucked me HARDER. Let me tell you, I have NEVER been that full of cum. Was practically swimming in it, and that was just how I liked it. I remembered them all tuckered out, asking if they pleased me.”

Kohga lifted his head up to look at his eyes. So angry, so jealous and furious, as if he was going to kill them for an absolute injustice.

“This...was the only case of them, yes?”

“Ooooh no. No. Not at all. Until you fell into the mix, I’d have a select few fuck me a few times a week. I still remember my favorite one. Big, strong guy. He’d tie my hands up in rope, nice and tight, and he’d just hold me down when he fucked me. He’d lean into my ear and whispered words dirty enough to make me shake. He was my favor-”

That was enough. Suddenly Sooga was on top of him, slamming his palm over Kohga’s mouth. Kohga was expecting something angry, something a bit kinky. But no. Sooga was FURIOUS. There was no stammering, no sweet talking, not even him asking as sweetly as he usually would. He just stuffed his cock in his eager, oiled ass, and fucked him. Fucked him with enough force that the head board kept knocking against the wall, that his hips ached from such a big, heavy body putting so much force into him.

"Stop it. Stop it. You're doing this to get a rise out of me. You want me to fuck you so badly, Master Kohga? I'll do that. I'll fuck you. I'LL be your favorite. No one else. Just me. Look at me."

And Kohga was LOOKING. Sooga had his legs wrapped around his own, keeping him in place so he had no choice but to take that nice, hard cock, right against that good fucking spot. Kohga tugged and clawed at his hand, as if he was trying to get Sooga off. Thank god Sooga knew better. Kohga just liked to thrash a bit, really MAKE his partner fuck his shit up. And Sooga was LOVING it. Kohga managed to move his mouth away a bit, trying not to grin too wildly.

"That's it, FUCK ME Sooga! Fuck my oiled ass, make me think of only YOUR cock!"

Kohga reached up to grab fistfulls of his uniform, yanking him to his face. Fuck that beautiful, panting face.

"Fuck me nice and proper, Sooga. Make me cum. Be my favorite boy, make my exes look like fucking LOSERS!"

Sooga may be pounding his ass like dough, but Kohga’s demands were still Kohga's. Sooga obeyed, shoving his fingers into Kohga’s pretty mouth, nearly making him gag as he continued to pound into him. Kohga knew he did that because he liked his dirty talk. Knew that he would cum if he listened to his pleading Master anymore, and he really, really wanted to be a good boy. Unfortunately, Sooga was so weak for his master. His fingers peeled out of his mouth, Sooga quickly becoming un done by not only his words, but his nice, tight body. Not that Kohga minded a small break from the rather large fingers. He was happy to sit there, moaning and grumbling, just absolutely so close to that edge.

“You LIKE fucking your Master Kohga, don’t you big guy?”

For a moment, they looked each other in the face, and Kohga only saw lust and competition. Exactly what he deserved to see in those big, pretty eyes of his. Sooga seemed to feel the exact same, as he leaned down, and pressed his forehead against his. For a moment, he was calm, still.

“I love you. More than anything. As such...I refuse to let your heart, or your loins, long for another.”

Translation? ‘Your ass is fucking mine’. This was right before Sooga put one hand on his chest, and the other on the headboard, continuing to slam his hips against Kohga. He couldn’t stop him (well he was strong enough to, but who the fuck would stop a BEAST like this?), and that’s how he liked it. He liked the force of his thrusts, liked the way the bed seemed to complain from the force, and loved, absolutely loved the feeling as hot seed was pumped into his insides. Kohga greedily raked his fingers down his back, finding himself cumming almost completely on time with Sooga. It had been SO long since that had happened, and it made poor Kohga’s body tremble. He sat there for a moment, letting Sooga finish emptying his balls right into him. It took a lot out of poor Sooga, given his panting, but his hips didn’t completely stop, instead settling for a nice, slow roll into Kohga.

“M...master Kohga? I’m...sorry.”

“Fucking hell Sooga, don’t you DARE apologize here, you ANIMAL.”

Kohga chuckled, wiping his face underneath his mask, finding himself drenched in sweat. Sooga shook his head.

“You don’t understand. I uh, do believe I broke the bed frame.”

Kohga was a bit too buzzed to fully understand, before it clicked. He leaned over a bit, and sure enough, Sooga broke three out of the four legs underneath his bed. What a feat. Kohga tossed his head back as he laughed, pushing into his shoulder.

“Oh, you were NOT kidding! Damn Sooga, look at you! Though you’re a big boy, shoot for all four next time.”

Sooga lightly shook his head, sighing. He could tell he was amused in his exhaustion.

“You’re relentless, Master Kohga, truly.”

Sooga’s finger danced up his chest, before he flicked his chin.

“The other Blade Master could do it.”

Sooga’s firm hand pushed onto his chest, nearly knocking the wind out of Kohga.

“You enjoy me putting me through trials, Master Kohga. You really, really do.”

“Oh, bite me, big boy.”

Sooga’s voice got nice and low, making Kohga nearly swoon underneath him.

“Is that a challenge?”

Something told Kohga, that Sooga was ready to prove himself as the best of the best.

Even if it took many, many more attempts.

#asks #kohga #sooga #lemon #I would LOVE #for you guys to get all the characters i referenced here #and kohga wasn't even DONE with his list #dudes fucked more men than link has killed bokoblins

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UNPROFESSIONAL REVIEW OF EVERY POWER RANGERS EPISODE I CAN FIND PART 3!

Spoilers ahead for episodes 11-16. It's been a while I hope this post finds you...I don't know what state it will find you in but it could be Connecticut for all we know. Anyway, it's been a long time so I had to back up pull these out of the drawer and dust them off. I"ve mostly finished season 1 already at this point and started season 2 because the filler was getting to me and then I realized, life is far too short to get impatient. So time to slow down and reflect.

As well as subject ourselves to this madness.

Episode 11: No clowning around.

We start the episode off with Kimberly, Zack, Billy, and Jason at the Angel Grove Fair with Zack showing his hip-hop stilt dancing....yeah no it doesn't really work that well and he takes a short spill only to quickly reveal today's Villain, evil imposter clowns. Meanwhile, we see Trini bringing the kid of the day....her cousin.

Kids are cute, clowns are wholesome and nothing bad could possibly happen. Right.....so short fact I love clowns. I hate evil and monster clowns because they give the noble profession a bad name anyway whoever Pineapple the clown is, the clown council is probably greatly displeased with them.

Bulk and Skull enter the picture to tease the main team and get egg on their face. The eggs came from Billy attempting to juggle eggs on offer from the villainous clown Pineapple...Not sure but it's the thing today I guess.

So we get a segue to hearing the Gloriously Evil plan for her repulsiveness. Magical Pineoctopus that turns people into cardboard cutouts and....a...fake....fair? You know if magic stuff wasn't involved I would question how the fuck the police aren't shutting these stunts down before people get hurt. I wonder if there's just an "it's not my problem" field on these things.

So the monster of the week flattens Sylvia and the rangers convince the park goers to leave thus begins the fight. Meanwhile, Trini saves Sylvia with some water and then rejoins the Rangers in time to Put this clown down....for good. Okay, he's a fruit cephalopod but that's beside the point. End of the episode Vignette and we learn never to go with strange clowns.....or strangers period.

Fun: * * * - -

Rita: Mad

These Clowns: Failures.

Episode 12: Power Ranger Punks

We start this episode with a reminder that Baboo...

This person is actually capable of evil as well. Though not skilled at the practice of monster molding, his specialty seems to be making potions. In this case, ones to make Kimberly and Billy into....Punks.

Meanwhile, Rita unleashes the Terror Toad while they try to figure a way to correct their friends' bad behavior. Through an antidote. It works they beat the toad with a well-aimed arrow to the mouth and save the day. Sorry Baboo, no villain star today for you.

Baboo: Great alchemist....also where'd you get the Rattlesnake Lips? Share your sources please and thanks.

Drinks: Don't leave open drinks Also don't drink open drinks if you're a hero. Even if it was fine earler.

Punk: Not dead.

Episode 13: Peace, Love, and Woe.

So we start off with both Bulk and Skull causing chaos and with Rita demanding Finster to make her....Madame Woe, who is apparently almost as evil as Rita herself. Huh... also love strikes when you least expect it. Billy ends up falling for Marge who asks him to the dance and...Marge gets mistaken for a Power Ranger.

Clearly, because Rita didn't give her loyal servant the proper intel. So yeah Marge and the rangers get zapped into Madam Woe's funky dimension of Woe where she is all-powerful and send the Blue Ranger back to beat her in One on One combat, Madam Woe is defeated and we get a vignette of learning....that Bulk stores his money in his shoe.

Knowledge: Cursed.

Fun: * * * * -

Woe: - - - - -

Episode 14: Foul Play in the Sky.

We start the episode by meeting Kimberly's Uncle Steve who is a pilot and a sleeping potion.

Rita, if Monsters can't kill the power dweebs then what about flat-out gruesome murder. In fact, why hasn't she just poisoned them with a deadly poison at this point? Is it the fact she wants to look upon them as they despair? Is that the game here?

Anyway, Steve is put to sleep and Kimberly lands a plane all the while Bulk and Skull are in the back passed out because obviously you'd faint hearing that the pilot is out like a light and you're probably going to die. Rita's monster of the week is a snake man thing that fires power-draining snakes.

The plane lands and Kimberly shows us some real archery skills with a regular William Tell signature move. And we end the episode on a light note of Shakes on Bulk and Skull.

Fun: * * *- -

Plane controls: * * * * -

Rita: Wanted for attempted murder through sabotage.

Episode 15: Dark Warrior.

So another family member makes a one-time appearance. Trini's Uncle Howard is a brilliant scientist. He even made an invisibility formula. And Bulk and Skull decide to pick on Billy for....quarters for a dumb arcade...game?

Actually, we've seen Billy do some really stellar martial arts so why is he putting up with this? Seriously?

Uncle Howard shows up and....isn't wearing his glasses as he's looking for his niece. So he dumbly puts the formula on the counter. This will cause trouble later I can tell. Also, Rita sends a new monster out to find this formula. The labeled Dark Warrior. Looks more like Camo with a scarf to me. I mean invisibility can also mean camouflaging.

So Dark Warrior being a sadistic monster captures Howard, then tries to extort the formula from Trini. They fight the dark warrior and defeat him with the combined power of friendship and giant robots. Then we see Bulk and Skull get a taste of their own medicine as Uncle Howard shows off the invisibility formula that apparently can be drunk and affects your clothes as well? Weird.

Science: - - - - - WE DON'T WATCH THIS FOR ACCURATE SCIENCE!

Fun: * * * * -

Boxes: Marked with TNT Like this was Minecraft.

Episode 16: Switching Places.

You'll never know a person until you walk a mile in their shoes is usually how the saying goes. I think it works better if they were them for a week. You really get to know someone's life after a week of having to do things the way they do things.

Anyway, we start this episode with Squatt being the little Gremlin he is messing with Billy's Invention....the machine in question is a Machine to allow someone to read your mind...

So first mistake not going through the line of making sure everything is right before the experiment. Secondly, human experimentation is a bit....questionable in ethics.

Anyways, Kimberly and Billy get Switched. Like you know....body swapped. THIS IS WHY YOU SHOULD ALWAYS CHECK THINGS BEFORE THE EXPERIMENT!

....The same also happens to Bulk and Skull.

All while this is going on Squatt unleashes a mighty Genie to fight the rangers. Guess it doesn't subscribe to the classic Genie Rules. However, the true power of the genie is in the lamp...obviously and Alpha defeats the genie by zapping it to...wherever he zapped it to. We close out the episode with everyone getting their minds back in their own bodies even Bulk and Skull sorta learn their lesson.

Switch: eroo

Genie: Wished out.

Skull: Pretty dull still.

Thus ends part 3 of this synoptic unprofessional review of every power rangers episode that I can get a hold of at least on Netflix. The next part will be the Green With EVIL special. Hence why I went with six episodes for this part because it's a five-parter coming up. Until then, see you in the next post.

#Power Rangers #unprofessional review #this is for fun #The show is campy and I haven't done these in a while and was bored #I still like the Power Rangers #really these are more like me giving my own commentary on these episodes but that's fine I'm allowed to post what I want on my blog

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ik you're probably sick of all the Billy related asks but "i think i'm in love with you" and "you're... beautiful" with Billy Joel?? thank you so much for all the 💯 content ☺️

Title: Just the Way You Are.

Pairing: Billy Joel x Reader.

Rating: K. ( Super Fluff ).

You were never going to get used to the quiet glow of a concert after party. The never ending drinks, the chatter of people you could never imagine rubbing shoulders with normally, music playing more or less for background noise for most of the people there could barely understand what they were saying due to their eardrums being blown out from the concert an hour ago. You gazed at Billy across the room talking to a leggy blond and from the flushed look on his face, the shimmer in his eyes, he was enjoying himself as the beer in his hand pressed against his lips and he took a drink. For some odd reason, that seemed more than appealing than it should have as you swallowed, the hard socket in your throat stopping you from properly breathing. Perhaps you were just a bit tipsy, you thought to yourself and smiled when he looked over and caught eyes with you. That’s what it was. You were just tipsy and you were sure if your attention was on anyone else, you would admire them. Admire the way that they smiled, the way that they laughed or how they leaned against the wall so non-nonchalantly while speaking seamlessly. Billy seemed to be doing everything so effortlessly, and after playing for nearly two hours with such amazing energy that you found it astounding how he was even standing. Standing so cutely… His shoulders scrunched in, giving the appearance that he was smaller than he was, much like he did when he was playing piano. You loved that he did that.

You bit your bottom lip and laughed under your breath. Yeah, he was standing cutely. Talking to a leggy blond. No, no, you thought to yourself, the smile on your face dropping slightly as you placed your empty wine glass on the table to your left. He was definitely flirting at this point, you knew Billy well enough to tell. After all, he was your best friend. There were things about him that you only knew from this friendship. And, there were things only he knew about you. There was something strange stirring in your chest at that fact as you turned on your heel slowly, finally letting your eyes leave Billy to find some solace in a more quiet room. A room with less people, you figured as you trailed down the hallway. There was a bathroom, but there were two people doing unspeakable things in there with the door slightly ajar. A bedroom to the left, thankfully empty but it wasn’t going to stay that way from the look of a certain couple in the living room corner. And to the right. You peeped your head in, scanning the room with a grand piano placed delicately in the middle for the sake of acoustics. Perfect.

You took a deep breath in and trotted to the piano and sat on the bench. Some peace and quiet, you smiled to yourself and let your fingers scan across the keys. Not hard enough for any sound to vibrate. You liked these parties and you were thankful that Billy invited you out, but there was something lonesome about the fact that you were left on your own to mingle with people you didn’t know so often. It was moments like this were you had to remember that Bill was known now, he was a singer, a pianist, a great talent with a name that people were aware of and you were just… Well, you were you. Plucking your finger against Middle C, you pressed it multiple times. Times were changing, you hated to admit that. It felt like inevitably, you were going to lose Billy without even… Having him. Your eyebrows furrowed at that strange thought. He was your best friend. Nothing was going to change that. There was no sense in being sad and mope about it, but at this point, you could have attributed that to being slightly tipsy. Yeah! You were just irrationally thinking because you had one…. One glass of wine.

“(Name)?”

Perking your head up, you looked at the door, the look of curiosity seemingly evident on your face as Billy gave you an equally strange before it turned into a smile.

“Oh, thank god, I thought ya left me for good this time.” Billy said, holding his beer by the neck of the bottle. “I saw you walk this way and wondered if you were going to the bedroom to pass out. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

“Oh, I’m not drunk enough for that.” You joked and looked back down at the piano keys, suddenly and sharply aware that it was only the two of you in the room as the door came sweeping shut, pattering of feet against the ground before his beer was placed on the top of the piano and he rested beside you on the bench. “Get tired of that gal with the…?” You gestured towards your chest, implying something that Billy understood right away with a scoff and a more than bashful smile, his hand waving in dismissal.

“There’s more to it than that, (Name). Stimulating conversation, for example.” His hand sat on the piano keys, beside yours so your hands were rubbing against one another. “A connection, I guess.”

“Didn’t feel anything?” You question and tilted your head to the side. “Ain’t that a shame, Bill.”

“No,” That was a simple answer, “She was nice, just not what I was looking for.”

“Sometimes I wonder if you’re too picky.” You joked, watching as his hand began playing a small, mindless tune that meant nothing to him but could if he put some effort behind a melody. “What are you looking for?”Billy shrugged as a small smile rolled against his face as you began playing Middle C rhythmically to what his left hand was playing.

“Sometimes I wonder the same thing. I’ve got slight fame, sure. That could get me anyone, right? Even if I’m a sorta funny lookin’ guy.” The New York accent really seemed to pop out as he said that, right hand picking up his beer and taking a quick swig. “I at least got talent.”

“I wouldn’t say… that….” It was your turn to shrug. “I think you’re well… Billy, you’re…”

“You’re…. Beautiful.” That wasn’t a question as if he were trying to guess what you were trying to articulate. It was a statement and you felt the quietness rush over the two of you in a small wave followed by one that was slightly bigger upon realization of what Billy had said to you. “I-I mean beautifully—- Beautiful….”

“Thank you.” You blurted out and laughed nervously, standing up quickly. Perhaps, too quickly as you stumbled and put your hands against the keys, causing a rather loud noise that must have sounded amusing to anyone listening at the door. It could have been mistaken for something else, something much more thrilling and exciting than not so graciously taking a compliment from your best friend. “I’m uh…”

“I think you’re beautiful.” Billy finally said that in confidence, putting his hand down on the keys and despite this being a close movement to your previous hand resting down, the sound that illuminating from his sounded perfect as if it was meant to be played that way. It lingered for a a few seconds as his hand rested. “You’re what— I mean, this is…” He gestured awkwardly between the two of you, his beautiful eyes falling to look at his lap because it seemed as if he were too afraid to look you in the eye any longer. Weird, Billy thought, usually alcohol gave him that boost to be more forthcoming but now… He was too afraid, nervous of what you were going to say. “I can’t deny that there isn’t something I feel towards you—”

“Billy, I—”

“We’e been friends for so long, right? Years. Imagine us going for something more, ya know? Even if you wanted that… Even if I wanted it….” You do, you idiot, his mind was screaming at him as he balled his hands before relaxing them. Damn nerves. “Other girls are just….” He tilted his head to the side, his hair seemingly bouncing with that movement, “I can’t get over it. Over this,” That gesture between the two of you returned, “I think I’m in love with you….”

“Are all New York men this thick?” You whispered to him and laughed. Billy’s eyes widened at that. Were you… Insulting him? Oh god, you were rejecting him. It had to be otherwise you wouldn’t be laughing about it. He felt obligated to laugh as well, his lips curling to the left.

“We’re not thick, just a bit muddy.” Billy swallowed down his pride, “Can we forget this happened then? Go back to normal. Best friends, right? I’ll write a song about this and we’ll laugh about it later in life.”

“How about thick mud?” You sat down beside him again, reeling from the fact that this was even happening. “Why’re you telling me this now? How long…”

“God, too long.” Billy’s voice was soft and upon looking at him, you saw how solemn he looked. “Maybe… A year now…” A year…. It’s been a year since ‘The Stranger’ was released. Since the two of you caught eyes at the release party and you felt an intense shift between the two of you that was going to linger and build into this. This moment in time where Billy was looking at you with those puppy dog eyes flushed with eyelashes, finally admitting to something that had been a dance for a year. “I know it sounds crazy…. But, I think I’m in love with you…”

A/N: Thanks for reading! Reblogs and likes are appreciated! More Billy Joel to come! - Miss Em.

#billy joel #WHO WANTS A SEQUEL or a prequel #kdafmskldm #billy joel x reader #billy joel fanfic #fanfic #emmy writes #Anonymous

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roachwrites · 5 years

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Dio and jonathan react to vampire s/o-

Hey there! Thank u for the request! I wasn’t sure if you wanted scenarios or HC’s so I did a little bit of both I hope you don’t mind! :)))

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Jonathan

You hadn’t expected a ring from your doorbell during the day. Everyone thought that you were in the next town over working in the mornings. You were half tempted to ignore it but something drew you in. As if you didn't open the door you would come to regret it later on. The feeling almost became unbearable as another ringing sound echoed throughout your home. Grabbing a nearby headscarf you wrapped yourself delicately before quickly making your way to the door. Taking a deep breath you grabbed the door handle and slowly opened the door. The surprise was evident on your face when you came face to face with none other than Jonathan. His features were tight and the atmosphere he carried around with him was solemn.

“(Y/N)... you’re like him aren’t you.”

It sounded as if he wasn’t asking a question but more so stating a fact. You didn’t know who ‘he’ was and you were almost too afraid to ask.

“Who is he, Jonathan? What are you doing here-”

“You’re a vampire.”

The accusation would have made your blood ran cold if any still pumped through your veins.

“(Y/N), why?”

He’s utterly heartbroken

He just can’t seem to process why you would do something like this

To him, no possible reason is good enough for giving up your humanity

If this was forced upon you however Jonathan would be livid

He would demand to know who did it to you

No matter the case he’s going to bring you close and tell you he’s sorry

Sorry for what he’s not entirely sure but that doesn’t stop him from feeling guilty

He’s going to vow to do everything in his power to try and turn you human again

It’s going to motivate him and drive him until his last dying breath

He wouldn’t wish this fate on his worst enemy

He still loves you but he doesn’t want you to stay like this

Dio

It was around 3 am, the witching hour, the only people that remained on the streets were drunken fools or thieves looking for an easy target. You walked along the sidewalk minding your own business at all this was the only time you could walk amongst the living without burning.

What had happened next wasn’t your fault. That man had been asking for it.

One of the many drunks out tonight had bumped into you. He could have just walked away but he took it upon himself to grab your ass and well… the rest is history really. Bringing your arm up you launched it towards the man stopping only when you held his throat in your hand.

As he struggled to breath you quickly checked your surroundings making sure there weren’t any prying eyes. Once you realized you were in the clear you dragged your victim into a nearby alleyway. As he begged and pleaded for his life you bite down onto his vein and began to suck him dry.

He like many others tried to scream out for help but couldn’t get out anything other than gurgled spurts. As the life drained from his eyes a figure appeared at the entrance. With one last bit of strength, he desperately reached for the newcomer before going limp in your arms.

“(Y/N)?”

The voice is one you recognize almost instantly. You turn on your heels almost terrified to face him.

“Dio? I can explain.” Desperation slowly started to spread throughout your body in fear that he would run away from you.

He let out a ‘hm’ as he appeared to think. You stood still afraid that he was in shock and would lash out if you got any closer. After a couple of moments of silence, he surprised you by walking towards you. “This is an interesting development indeed.”

I can see him shocked in a Dio sorta way

He keeps his face stoic as internally he’s processing what he has just discovered

Soon however he figures out how his s/o being a vampire could work in his favor

That is however if this is pre vampire Dio

If he was already a vampire at this point I’m sure he would have put two and two together long before you even thought about telling him

It would make him happy though knowing that he gets to spend an entirety with the person he loves

Hope you hate the Joestars because he is 100% going to want your help in eradicating Jonathan and his bloodline

#dio x reader #dio brando #jonathan x reader #jonathan joestar #phantom blood #jjba #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 1 #jjba x reader #tsubaki-jitsuko

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teddystrap · 4 years

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Drama CD: [今、隣のキミに恋をする] CASE4 日向傑

A sorta new (2018-2019) six-disc series from TEAM Entertainment Inc. Guy #4 is my first listen, and from the looks of it the first three characters are students and the latter three are working/adults. Some stats on #4 from the official site:

Age: 30 Height: 175 cm Occupation: Foreign investment company employee Relation: Your superior who sits at the next desk

♥

Our story starts with a meeting, where the boss compliments Hyuuga Suguru (cv. Hirakawa Daisuke) for having the highest # of clients this month. To which Hyuuga thanks his team and says he couldn't have done it without them.

Co-workers of both sexes question in awe if he is even human, because he has everything: looks, brains, AND a great personality it seems. Even the ladies from the other departments all have their eye on him, and it's hard for us mere mortals to even get near to him *le sighzzz*.

...Enter YOU, staying behind to work overtime because the bossman had dumped a mountain of folders on your desk. Hyuuga sees you just as he's about to leave after a time-consuming client. He praises your dedication, but says that you should learn to say 'no' to people occasionally or else you will die of karoushi. (Ok he didn't exactly say it like *that*; I took some liberties.)

So, as your senpai, he’s staying to help you with your work. In return, he only asks that you lend him a hand in the future if he's ever in a pinch ;)

Both of you finalllly finish your work, and he brings you a coffee. You ask him why he stayed to help you, and he replies that, as a man, he couldn't bear to see a girl struggle with everything by herself. Also, you are the hardest worker in the entire department, and he wants you to succeed~ (ง •̀_•́)ง Shucks ain’t that sweet?? :3

Afterwards. he offers to take you home, since there's no more public transport at this time of night and it's unsafe for a girl to go home alone. On the way he asks about the office drinking party on Sunday, which you are both planning to attend.

…At the drinking party, Hyuuga is surrounded by #drunkpeopleactingdumb. He notices that you are being rather quiet, and you explain that you are not much of a party-person. To which he replies that he's the same way!! You are surprised because he seems so popular, but he jokes that he must seem like an ojisan to someone your age. A cheesy exchange ensues:

You: Ojisan? That's not true, Hyuuga-san is cool af. Him: Cool? Whythankyouverymuch, that's an honour. Looks like I'll have to work harder from now on, in order to maintain my cool af image in your eyes! You: But... the way you are right now is enough... Him: 'The way I am right now is enough'... for what?

Just then you are interrupted by a drunken co-worker, who forces more drinks onto Hyuuga. Hyuuga remarks lovingly that everyone at the office is like his family, making the drunk dude cry tears of joy into his sake. Ay-yai-yai.

♥

NEWSFLASH: your department is going to have a reorganisation soon. You and Hyuuga will be on the same team, and you will become his new assistant! So then he casually asks about your document-prep time, and mutters 'SLOWPOKE' under his breath after hearing your reply. You thought you heard him say something and question him, but he denies it *whistles innocently*. Hmm...

After work, you show up at your regular bar following a long absence. The staff tell you they've missed you, and gossip to you about a new regular customer who goes by 'Suu-san'. According to them, this person has the face of an idol, but a completely *twisted* personality, always complaining about work. At that very instant, who else but Hyuuga enters the bar, and it is confirmed that he is the Suu-san they are talking about.

Hyuuga didn't see you, and before the staff can make the introductions, he cuts them off and places his order, launching into his usual work complaints. He bitches about his new female assistant who is sooo slowwwwww that he is forced to take work home and sacrifice his weekends. And all the other co-workers are either unhelpful retards or pathetic gold-diggers. THAT PLACE IS DOOMED, YO.

After his spiel (of which you heard every word), the bar owner turns back to you... and that is when Hyuuga finally notices you. He is so shocked that he spits out his drink LOL, and hurriedly pays and drags you outside to *talk*. He tells you that what you heard are his true feelings, while his 'work persona' is but a carefully crafted act for survival. Also, he only helps you with your work because your slowness affects his work.

Unsurprisingly, you are shocked and hurt by his confessions, but he doesn't even seem to care. In his view, you and the other co-workers only like his fake personality and not the real him anyway. His only concern is that you keep this a secret from them, and luckily for him, you agree to it without much fuss.

Next day at the office, you keep your promise and didn't tell anyone. But unfortunately, you look all #doom&gloom and are clearly avoiding him. Since you are his assistant, it would look too suspicious, so he orders you to act normal - i.e. like his loving kouhai... OR ELSE.

♥

After work, it's pouring and you've forgotten your umbrella. What's worse, it's not going to stop any time soon. Hyuuga sees your sorry state and makes you *beg* him to share his umbrella with you. At first you refuse, but, not wanting to be stuck at the office all night, you reluctantly beg him in the end and walk to the station together.

Along the way, he tells you to scoot closer under the umbrella (-ella, -ella,...) so that you don't catch a cold and miss work. #TSUNDEREALERT!!! Then he sees the #1 most cliched item ever to appear on a rainy day: An abandoned baby kitten in a cardboard box. He instructs you to take his umbrella home, while he takes the kitten with him and hails a taxi to safety.

…

It's the weekend! You are at his place!! And it's not what you think!!!!!!! (Wait, ...what ARE you thinking? ;P) There's an error in your document, and he's called you over to fix it before handing it over to the client. As your superior and a bona-fide #goodguy, he will have to take responsibility for your misses :'). He threatens that he gon' make you pay for wasting his weekend, and you cower in fear imagining unsavoury scenarios XD.

He teases you about your gutter-mind, and you become on the verge of tears. Your defenselessness makes him want to bully you more, so he announces that you will become his sex-slave, because... he is interested in you (!!), and this is how he treats people he likes. #ufeelingluckypunk??!

Except for past girlfriends, he hasn't invited anyone else to his place. Hearing this makes you slightly happy :3. What's more, he promises to treat you to some delicious food after you finish the work. (Awww I am melting~~~) You call him sweet, and he overreacts and denies it, making you laugh XDD. He tells you that, in the past, *some people* have said he has a bad personality, and it's stuck.

Later the stray kitten that he brought home came running out. He's named it 「アメ」 ('rain', after that fateful day of their meeting) and nursed it back to health. You observe that the way he talks to Ame is super cute, which embarrasses him, and he's all like 'SHUT UP AND DO UR WORK' to cover up his shyness wwwww~~~

Afterwards, he compliments you on a job well-done and calls you a responsible and almost-perfect worker - your only weakness is your speed (or lack thereof). You are surprised by his praise and start to reevaluate him. This is when he tells you his #assholebackstory:

Once upon a time, he was in love with a girl and tried his best to make her happy... only for her to tell him that he is a hurtful bastard who is abusive to everyone around him. This misunderstanding was a huge blow to his self-esteem, and ever since then, he started putting on the inoffensive persona that he uses at work, in order to navigate the treacherous terrain of social relations.

On hearing this, you become sympathetic, despite his protests to the contrary. You bring up the rain etc. as examples that he is actually a big softie, and he tries to come up with excuses how they are just normal behaviour. He also admits that he's secretly glad it was you who overheard him at the bar that day, instead of anyone else. His embarrassed confession is so adorable that you call him 'cute' again, and he gets all #angrytsundere trying to deny it lulz.

♥

At the next meeting, the boss assigns a big client to your team. Afterwards, Hyuuga invites you to lunch together, Your closeness starts to arouse the jealousy of some women in your dept, and they gossip behind your back (which Hyuuga overhears). During lunch, Hyuuga tells you that you are not only important to the team, but to him personally as well. You are all like #confusedpuppyeyes, which makes him doki-doki, but just then the waiter arrives with your food, and he swallows back his confession. #badtiming ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Days later, some v. important data for this case has gone missing, and Hyuuga asks the boss for some time to fix this. You apologise and admit that you might have lost it by accident, but he doesn't believe that you would make a silly mistake like that. Two female co-workers come over and badmouth you for your carelessness, and Hyuuga starts to yell at them but you stop him.

At this point, Hyuuga can't hold back anymore, and says outright that he saw the two of them at your desk yesterday after everyone had left. He threatens to check the building's security cam footage. As the culprits struggle to come up with an excuse, he flies into a fit of rage and goes ballistic on them at some length before storming out.

You chase after him and express your worry now that he has revealed his 'true self' in the office. But he doesn't seem concerned - more than keeping up his persona, he has now found something *more important* to protect. You don't get his meaning, and he's all like (┛◉Д◉)┛︵ ┻━┻ 'cos he can't believe how dumb you are. #rofl

So then FINALLY, dude confesses that he likes you! Your acceptance and nonchalance after seeing his true self, plus your knack for bringing out his gentle side, have (#reluctantly) won him over. He asks you to date him, and you laugh good-naturedly at his whole #ore-sama attitude before saying a resounding YES. (ﾉ*>ω<)ﾉ~☆

[Epilogue / half a year later]

You come out of the shower with your hair all wet, and he nags at you while drying it for you. He complains that you are more low-maintenance than a dude, and he feels more like your mum than your boyfriend XD.

Ever since revealing his true personality at the office that day, everyone has ironically grown even closer to him, and he wonders if you are all secretly a bunch of do-M's lol. Then he snuggles up with you for the night and thanks you for accepting every side of him, and promises to stay by your side 4everrrr.

♥

[Thoughts] I loved this story!! Sure it has a bunch of cliches and predictable elements in it, but I love the way he gradually changed his attitude and slowly warmed up to our lovely heroine. You also get to hear Hirarin as an オラオラ/ヤンキーtype, which is so out-of-character for him. He’s just too cute/hilarious when he gets angry to hide his shyness. And the way he raged at those two jealous co-workers... Is this even real?? OMG.

The audio is from the bonus track/free talk, where he does his special baby voice that he uses to talk to cats, and... I JUST CAN’T. EVEN. I mean just listen to it. wwwwwwwww~~~ XDDD. Hirarin also reveals that, on his 30th birthday, he got a msg from his dad explaining why they named him ‘Daisuke’. The reason is kept secret here, but apparently 「大輔」 means was a kind of high-ranking official title in olden times (pre-Heian). #don’tquoteme

One other thing I really liked, is that some of the side characters are voiced as well, like the boss and co-workers. It’s so refreshing and cuts the monotony of usual situation CDs where you have to guess what the other people are saying, because everyone else is unvoiced. Especially in fight scenes, where your guy starts taunting and/or getting injured by *nobody*. But anyway.

#otome #drama cd #team-e #mintlip #imakimi #seiyuu #hirakawa daisuke #office romance #two-faced #tsundere

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mistymark · 5 years

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the one with no curtains [1] // m.k.l

mark lee x reader // university!au // 2.5k words // 1/2

summary; in which mark lives opposite y/n and apparently does not own curtains

requested: sorta

notes; this is part one of a two-part fic, WITH A TWIST!! instead of having one ending, there will be two; an angst story and a fluff story, so u can choose which one you’d like to read :))

The first time you saw Mark Lee, he was shirtless.

You were moving boxes into your dorm room a week before your classes were due to start, and immediately ran to your window to check the view. And you certainly saw the view.

Your dorm building was mostly linear, but the ends kinked inwards, causing the building to look slightly u-shaped, with a small courtyard in the centre. You had a room towards the end of the straight section, meaning that anyone in the rooms in the curved part of the building had a full view of your apartment. With great reasoning, almost everyone had invested in curtains after moving in. Except one boy in the room across and down one level from yours.

At first, you had only seen his back, but once you had realised he was changing, you turned back and busied yourself with unpacking your boxes. Minutes later, you were unpacking your alarm and lamp and the boy had disappeared.

On your first day in your dorm, you spent the day shopping for curtains with a few friends from your floor. When you returned, the boy’s apartment was filled with boxes, and, as you hung your curtains, you watched him walk to a box by the window, toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and phone in hand, and rummage through it until he found what he was looking for. He was still shirtless.

“Hey, y/n?” One of the girls from your floor, and your closest friend, stood by your window, enjoying the view from your dorm as she waited for you to finish changing. It was the end of your first couple of months at college, and you were celebrating by going out

“Yeah?” You called back from your bathroom.

“Who’s your neighbour?” She mused. You turned around to face her, makeup brush still in hand as you took in her position by the window.

“I have like twenty neighbours,” you rolled your eyes. “Which one are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the half-naked guy one floor down,” she said, leaning against the windowpane and holding the curtain slightly open so she could watch without being seen. “Dammit, why is my room facing the parking lot but you get the hot neighbour and the courtyard? This is so unfair.”

You laughed at her, putting the finishing touches on your makeup as you looked at yourself in the mirror. “I don’t know, I’ve lived here for months and I swear he’s never put on a shirt in his life.”

“We should write a note,” your friend stated, an evil grin on her face as she let the curtain fall back against the window, essentially blocking the view of your hot neighbour. “Tape it to the window and see if we get a response.”

“We’re not doing that.”

“Why?” She whined, already making her way to your desk and pulling out a piece of paper and a thick marker. You continued to ignore her as she scribbled, until she held it up with a proud look, “What do you think?”

“Dear hot guy, what is your name?” You read aloud, your eyebrow quirking up at the words written on the page. “What if he doesn’t know who we’re talking to? There are heaps of guys on that floor.”

She thought about it for a moment before grabbing a new sheet and rewriting her message.

“Dear shirtless guy with no curtains, what is your name?” You furrowed your eyebrows at the message, but shrugged. “Whatever, not like he'd see it anyway.”

“I don’t know, y/n. He could be your soulmate,” she winked. “Or mine.”

She taped the paper to your window and you grabbed her hand, dragging her out the door.

You woke to the annoying ringing of your alarm. You furiously rolled over and switched it off, groaning at yesterday-you for not remembering to switch off your alarm before going out, knowing drunk you would forget. Clutching a hand to your head, you threw back your covers in search of aspirin and water, your hangover making you glare at everything in the room, including the half-open curtains letting in way too much light for your liking.

Dragging your feet, you stumbled over to the window, grabbing the curtain and going to pull them closed, before seeing the dark square blocking the light. The note, you thought. You’d forgotten about the message you’d written to your attractive neighbour. Annoyed, you yanked it down and balled it up, throwing it in the general direction of the bin (and missing).

As you stepped back to pull the curtains closed, you caught a glimpse of the window that, as always, allowed a perfect, unobstructed view into the boy’s room. However, today, there was a square of paper covering his window, too.

Mark, it read. Who are you, voyeur?

You scoffed at the message before flipping the sheet over and writing a new message, Y/n, and I’m just a concerned neighbour.

Taping it back to the window, without worrying about the other possible murderers and criminals that could see your half of the message, you threw the curtains closed behind you and face planted back into your bed.

You woke again around midday, and finally decided to haul ass into the bathroom to get ready for what little of the day you had left. Once you were showered and dressed, you decided to let some natural light in while you studied, and opened the curtains. The note you had written was still taped to the window and you checked for a response, but the previous note was still taped to the boy’s window.

Mark, you thought. Hot.

You shook your head to remove the thoughts from your head.

Movement caught your eye and your head immediately snapped up to see the shirtless boy – Mark, you reminded yourself – walking towards the window, again shirtless. He looked up at your window and you quickly stepped backwards, before mentally face palming at yourself. Out of sight, you watched as he smirked up at your window, before pulling his own note down and writing on the back of it, before sticking it back up. You’re very cute, y/n.

From behind the curtain, you snatched your note from the window and rolled your eyes at his smile, knowing you were there but not being able to see your face. You scrawled a message back, you’re not so bad yourself.

You saw his smile turn into a grin, and you almost melted. His eyes had creased a little, which you could see even from your room that his smile lit up the world. You felt your stomach flip as he bit his lip in an attempt to hide the smile from taking over his face and tugged the paper from his window down. He walked away, and when he returned, you had already put a new note on your window, have you ever thought about buying curtains?

why do I need curtains?

privacy?

idk seems like some people enjoy the view…

When you didn’t respond, a new note joined the previous one; I have class. Ttyl?

You drew a smiley face back and held it up briefly, and smiled across at him. You couldn’t remember when you had pulled back the curtain and made yourself visible but watched him grin up at you as he tugged a shirt on over his head and grabbed his backpack, saluting you as he backed away from the window and out of view.

Weeks had gone by and your conversations with Mark had progressed to taping messages like ‘don’t want to go to class today :(‘ and ‘first day of exams!!! Good luck!!’ to your dorm windows. After a particularly bad day, you entered your dorm room with a huff, throwing your bag onto the floor beside your door and throwing the curtains apart.

Mark was sitting at his desk, which was situated to the left of his window, dressed plainly in a black tee and focussed on something on his laptop. There was a note taped to the window, how was your day?

You felt the sides of your mouth turn up slightly, before you wrote your own message, not so great.

He spun around in his chair to grab his drink bottle, and glanced at your room to see if you were home yet. Upon seeing you, he immediately stood up and moved closer to the window, becoming more visible. He was, indeed, dressed in a black t-shirt, but now you could see he was wearing a pair of sweats and thin wire-framed glasses perched on his nose. You were unsure when you had decided to hold your breath, and forced yourself to exhale. Bad day?

You nodded.

Coffee?

You felt your eyes widen with hesitation and surprise, and with the light coming in from the windows, you thought you saw a faint pink colour dusting the boy’s cheeks. You smiled and nodded again, this time a little more eagerly than before.

He visibly let go of his breath, a hand pressed against his chest as he sighed in mock relief. You couldn’t help yourself from laughing, and he soon joined you.

“Hi,” Mark breathed, standing in front of you, fiddling with his fingers as he took in your appearance up close. You were standing at the entrance of the coffee shop Mark had written on a piece of paper and briefly held up at his window, motioning you to meet him there in half an hour.

“Hi,” you smiled openly at him. “Almost didn’t recognise you with a shirt on,” you joked, letting your eyes drop down to his chest, which was unfortunately covered with the thin black material you had seen from your bedroom window.

At this, he laughed nervously, turning away from you to look at the small café, and the available tables. “The booth?” he asked, nodding to one in the far corner.

You nodded and followed behind him, gingerly taking a seat opposite him.

The two of you looked over the menus silently, both shooting looks at the other when you thought they weren’t looking. He cleared his throat, “I, er, I didn’t think you’d be this pretty up close.”

You laughed at his words, flattered, “Thank you. You’re a lot more attractive up close, too. Even with your shirt on.”

“I feel like you keep drifting back to this theme of me shirtless.”

“I feel like I’m mentioning it because you’re always shirtless.”

“Ah, so you’ve been watching me often?”

You rolled your eyes and sat back in the booth, letting your hand whack at his arm from across the table. Instinctively, he caught your hand in his, blocking it as easily as he would with his friends’ attacks.

Immediately, his eyes dropped to your hand in his and he loosened his grip, before letting go completely. You both cleared your throats as you looked out the window, at the wall, across the café, anywhere but at each other.

After taking your order, he seemed to remember why it was you had come here in the first place. “So, what happened today that made it such a crappy day?”

Coffee dates on bad days soon became your thing.

Whenever one of you was having a bad day, whether it was at 8am or 8pm, you’d go for a coffee date at the same café you’d first officially met. You’d traded numbers the first time, but you’d still use the window to communicate.

This morning, you woke up and opened your curtains, immediately looking over at Mark’s window, where a 9x9 grid was drawn, a circle in the centre. You rolled your eyes but grinned nevertheless, grabbing your pen to copy his drawing and add a cross to one of the corners before taping it up.

[7:26am] To: Mak-bang ☕ u really thought the best way to start the day was by being dominated by me at naughts and crosses?

His response was almost immediate:

[7:27am] From: Mak-bang ☕ if I win, im happy and it’s a good day [7:27am] From: Mak-bang ☕ if I lose itll be a bad day and I get treated to coffee by you [7:27am] From: Mak-bang ☕ win-win situation :)

You smiled to yourself as you looked at your phone. As you locked it and moved to put it down on the bench, it chimed happily.

[7:28am] From: Mak-bang ☕ why u smiling like an idiot

Instantly, your head snapped up to look out your window, and sure enough, Mark was standing there, phone in hand, his hair a mess as he raised a hand at you in a sleepy greeting, a smirk evident on his face. You felt yourself flush as you took in his appearance; the loose pyjama pants hanging low on his hips, his bare chest, messy bedhead and his glasses sitting askew on his face. You forced yourself to look away.

[7:29am] To: Mak-bang ☕ coffee? [7:29am] From: Mak-bang ☕ yes please [7:29am] To: Mak-bang ☕ okay give me a sec to get ready [7:30am] From: Mak-bang ☕ nah u look great lets go now

Weeks passed, and your friendship with Mark had grown tremendously. You were frequently going out for coffee and having movie nights and sleepovers at each other’s dorms, and he had even taken you to a lunch with his parents when they came to visit.

Despite how happy you were with Mark, you could not ignore the growing attraction you had towards him, how much your heart fluttered when he smiled at you, how excited you grew when he texted you, how lovesick you were for the shirtless boy on the level below yours.

You weren’t much of a person that indulged in fantasies that your crush liked you back, but with how close you were and how casually flirtatious you were towards each other, you had thought a few times that he might actually feel the same way about you as you did about him.

[7:15am] From: Mak-bang ☕ I have a rlly busy day today,, could really use a coffee break tonight?

[7:19am] To: Mak-bang ☕ yeah sounds good. When were you thinking?

[7:19am] From: Mak-bang ☕ wow slow reply -.-

[7:19am] To: Mak-bang ☕ I was in the shower

[7:20am] From: Mak-bang ☕ and you didn’t leave the curtains open? Smh

[7:20am] To: Mak-bang ☕ who’s the voyeur now huh??

[7:21am] From: Mak-bang ☕ I was thinking 7?

[7:21am] To: Mak-bang ☕ Sounds good 👍

the end of part one :)

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blue-honeycomb · 4 years

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Escape Artist: Prologue [Aizawa x Reader]

Sorta reader insert, but not entirely. It's complicated. Either way, let's see where this takes us.

Masterlist

Prologue | Part 1

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Anyone would expect something as unnatural and intense as interdimentional time travel would have a lot of prompt and circumstances surrounding it, but the reality of it wasn't quite so complex. See, one moment she was sitting on her living room couch playing lazer pointer with her kitten, then she blinked and found herself on her ass in an alley. A clean alley, granted, but decidedly not her couch.

The short of it was that she'd somehow ended up in Japan, several hundred years in the future and in an entirely different dimension laden with superpowers and acid trip worthy mutations. Her only saving grace was the 'quirk' this new place saw fit to gift her with.

It's called 'The Gamer', and as anyone who's not been living under a rock for the better part of their life can guess, it basically gives her the perks and abilities of a videogame character. Namely, for her most immediate needs when she'd first arrived, the ability to function optimally without food, water, sleep, a toilet or even hygiene. For a woman who's suddenly found herself homeless, helplessly displaced and legally non-existent, it was truly the greatest boon this world could have given her.

So she wandered the streets, aimlessly but just put together enough thanks to her quirk to not draw unwanted attention. She found the language option about five hours after she'd arrived, and that helped a lot with just about everything. As did the subtitles option for any signs she came across, because, as she learned quickly, a audio-based translation system only works if words are spoken.

Other than those few changes she'd made to help her function in her new world though, she didn't think too much about her quirk and its implications while she grieved the loss of her family and precious fur-babies. It wasn't that she wasn't capable or able to, but rather that she just wanted to put her thoughts in order before she set up her life in the new place. Having the ability to coast through life on the minimal certainly gave her the option to.

That changed, however, three days into her displacement when she came across an unexpected variable to her plans- or lack thereof.

She'd been walking through the parts of the city with a more active night life to avoid any awkward question as to her nightly wanderings, when she'd heard a commotion in the alley over. Normally, she'd have ignored it all together or even steered clear of the sound to avoid conflict, but be it luck or fate the alley the noise came from was wide and bright giving her a glimpse at to it's secrets.

A young child was attempting to get into a dumpster, successfully perched on stacked boxes in order to reach the lid but lacking the strength to get the lid up. Honestly, it was quite pitiful and she couldn't for the life of her understand how a child could be so blatantly roaming the streets without having drawn the attention of near every adult walking by. But somehow there was indeed a homeless child trying to break into a dumpster and adults walking by not ten yards away. So she did what she'd assumed any good person would do in just such a situation.

"Do you need help, little one?" She asked with a warm smile, calling upon her years of customer service and babysitting experience to brighten her expression and pitch her voice to its sweetest, softest tone.

The child cast a startled glance her way before stilling and watching with barely contained suspicion as she stopped no more than 3 meters away. This close, a few things about the child's situation began to become clear to the woman.

His clothes were dirty but still in good condition, so she concluded he must have only recently become homeless. He was small, possibly even too small for his age and that's why he looked younger than he probably was. There were dark lines below his eyes that were too solid to be painted, so she concluded it must be one of those oddities everyone seemed to possess in this world. It was the half healed bruises that really caught her attention though. Simply put, the boy was littered in them from his lined cheeks to his filth covered hands.

Something dinged twice in her ear, but she chalked it up to some unseen mechanism in any one of the electric-based oddities scattered along the alley walls. It wouldn't be the first time something built after her time had left her confounded or startled out of the blue.

The stare off continued for a few moments until the boy suddenly begun to glow blue from the lines on his face and under his clothes and bolted down the alley faster than her eyes could track. He was there and gone before she could even blink, only the faint shifting of misplaced air left in his wake.

And that was that. Or at least, it might have been for anyone else.

It was as she was about to head back for the main road that something dinged again.

It took her longer than she'd like to admit to figure out it was coming from her quirk.

[New skill aquired: Observation]

[Congratulations! By aquiring your first skill you've passed the tutorial level. You now have full access to all of your quirk's abilities, including 'Stats', 'Skills', 'Bio', 'Inventory', 'Perks', 'Equipment' and 'Storyline'. Good luck, Gamer!]

And so, her life in this new world truly began.

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Week 2

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In all her years as a law abiding citizen in her former world, she never thought she'd become a career thief (Well, burglar, but she doesn't care much for technicalities). Then again, she never thought she'd end up with such an OP power either. Like right now walking around a darkened grocery store in the middle of the night, alarms flashing but completely unconcerned as she stuffs her inventory with food, drinks and any little nicknacks that might be useful.

With the ending of the tutorial came the swift realization that though she didn't need to eat to survive, the use of her quirk drained her energy reserves and that eating and drinking were the quickest- maybe even only- way to replenish them.

Her [Environmental Awareness] skill detects the approach of a hero (like, actual hero with powers and everything) and in the span of a heartbeat she's cast in the muted grays of her ID creation. She simply walks to the window, busts it open with a bat from her inventory and carefully slides herself from the store with minimal fuss, ever mindful of the broken glass.

Then she walks away, down a empty street void of life and color. Far away from the store she'd just robbed and the hero who'd come too late to stop her.

And just like that the underworld's newest villian, The Escape Artist, strikes again.

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Week Three

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The glowing boy was in the same part of town as he'd been when she'd first seen him, if a bit more out of the way this time. It took time to find him though, because the little shit was fast as a jack rabbit when startled and just as mean, but she eventually managed to get him cornered. Well, cornered was a strong word for what she'd done. More like followed him until he whipped around and glared her down like an unimpressed alley cat.

He glared, she offered food. The rest, as they say, was history.

He was the first, but he was far from the last.

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Month 2

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"You can have another one you know." Escape Artist said softly, holding out a still steaming meat bun to the skittish child standing a good five feet away from her, eyeing the food hungrily. The evidence of his first was still on his fingers and face, but evidently one just was not enough this time.

She'd had this child come to her before. Not to live with her as many of the other children she'd come across did, but simply because he knew she'd feed him if he just stuck close enough after her bi-weekly raids. He didn't have a name as far as she could tell, or more than likely does but just won't tell her, so she just refers to him as the Feral Grimlin. Which would have been funnier if the rabid little creature understood a single thing she said.

Not because he didn't understand his native language, but because she couldn't speak a lick of Japanese and apparently her Language options is a one way deal. Something, unfortunately, she didn't find out until she was asked where a karaoke bar was by some random drunk. After she'd pointed and told him where she'd seen one he'd given her a disgruntled expression, called her a 'damn foreigner' and then walked away in a huff. Not fun, but better than it could have been. It had simply been the first time she'd talked to someone who hadn't run away the moment she'd opened her mouth.

The child stared her down with his slitted, pale gold eyes, the length of his pointed ears pressed flat to his skull as he crept forward a step before stopping. In a moment of inspiration, Escape Artist pulled another bun from the rapidly depleting pile, offering both to the feral child.

His eyes lit up at the sight, before he seemed to remember himself and leveled her with a less than intimidating glare. He looked more like disgruntled kitten than anything and she had to fight not to chuckle.

To her left her first ever adoptee gave an unimpressed snort, mouth still stuffed with meat bun and gray eyes just as suspicious as ever as he eyed the gold eyed child with vague condescension.

She cast the little brat a sideways glare, equally unimpressed by this attitude as he was with the Grimlin child's. That moment of inattention was all the Feral Grimlin needed to dash forward and swipe the buns from her hands though, vanishing away into the dark a heartbeat later.

The gray eyed boy huffed a laugh, the lines across his face and body glowing faintly with each burst of sound that escaped him. His recently washed hair gleamed with the light too, pulled tight into a ponytail that flashed blue against the lamplight.

She smiled, still a little off put but not as much as she probably should have been. He was a little shit, yes, but he was hers and she loved the pint sized bastard too much to ever really be mad at him for long.

It was the first time in a long time she'd felt so shamelessly happy.

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Month 4

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She stole a child for the first time. Or, more specifically, she saved a child from being stolen by stealing her from whoever it was who'd been in the process of transporting her to some unknown location. In short, Escape Artist's world seemed now to revolve around who was the better thief and sometimes the consequences was another mouth to feed.

Luckily, one trip to the local police station later in ID mode and a brief appearance in the waiting room to plop the confused, sugar-loaded, sticky-faced child into the nearest chair and Escape Artist's part was done. Thankfully, with one less mouth to feed to go with the seven others waiting at home (plus about 3 other feral shitheads who lived elsewhere).

That was the first child she'd ever stolen, and that day the villian Escape Artist, the uncatchable thief of petty goods, earned the beginnings of a different reputation all together.

That child was the first, but she was far from the last.

And this is when the story truly begins.

#BNHA #Escape Artist AU #Gamer AU #Aizawa x Reader #Aizawa Shouta

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pooktales · 4 years

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Dannox Does Dalaran

~45min read

In an alternate universe where Kael'thas is king...

*doom music* The quaint Legerdermain Lounge in Dalaran has an amateur comedy night. Dannox, a raunchy Night Elf druid, decides to do his standup routine. You may recognize Dannox from such things as my ‘My Life for My Prince’ fanfiction series. This post is LGBTQ+ friendly. It is also 18+ and NSFW because of dirty jokes. Enjoy!

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Center stage at the Legerdermain Lounge in Dalaran. A dark-pearl skinned Night Elf man with deep green hair down to his waist strides up to take the Gnomish microphone device. He smiles well, as if he’s been laughing really hard back stage with the staff already. Charcoal gray t-shirt that looks soft. Light blue, linen slacks. Unless your eyes are playing tricks, there seems to be a shadow, or an outline through the thin fabric, of his bare hip underneath and the start of a muscular thigh. He moves again, and it’s gone. Dannox has spread hands and feet apart, bracing as if he’ll have to fight the strange mic device at first, but then cuts that out quickly since the mic is not a toy. Maybe no one noticed.

His joy is genuine and infectious. It’s hard not to smile along with him.

“Hey, so before I begin—Shit, you’d think I’d be used to a moon-white spotlight in the dark, being a Night Elf, but I’m just not. Can you offensive fuckers turn that off? Okay?” Dannox cackles and squints. He looks at his dark hands, while adjusting the mic up to his height. Dannox is magnetizing in a way. Fun to watch his sly mannerisms, his voice is rich.

A burst of embarrassed laughter in the back, while the Gnome techs actually accede to Dannox’s demand. It’s not a joke, they really are trying to fix the lights for him.

“So. Dalaran. The big D. Well, the other big D. They say if you can make it here, you can make it anywhere. Which… is exactly what life is like with a big dick anyway...

“Sorry if you thought I couldn’t say that word—DICK. But back to my joke. You do one guy, or lady—I’m bi—and word gets around, right? So I make it everywhere.

“Oh, Dalaran. Come on, baby. I just got here and you’re turning me on. I’m lit for a magical city right now, and that is so wrong. Wow, what a weird fetish that would be…

“Seriously, though. This place cracks me up. A fancy, beautiful city. Perfectly designed. A beacon of hope. Holy, in a way. Floating majestically through the air. And plenty of massive, purple, phallic objects poking the sky.

“Hey, don’t get mad at me, I know it’s not really like that—that’s not why those spires are there. They have a real functionality. What got my mind dirty in the first place were all the snooty, Kirin’ Tor, tight arseholes walking up and down the streets… Yum.

Shocked, sort of uncomfortable laughter, but Dannox presses on, “Hey, don’t judge me. You guys been to the Underbelly, yet?” He shakes his head sorrowfully, “Don’t go down there. I mean, did you hear what it’s called? The Underbelly. That’s another low-key sex thing about Dalaran. This place is secretly very dirty, believe me. Underbelly. Do you know what’s under my belly? Well, on most nights. He’s not here right now.” Dannox uses a hand to shade his eyes, pretends to look around the room for someone. Loose laughter escapes from the back. “Sorry, that one was too easy. But yeah, so please don’t go down there. Just a lot of nasty fuckers like myself, flagging themselves to get jumped from behind by some rogue, and trying to wrestle each other—” Dannox starts laughing and cuts himself off, “All… oiled up. Well I was, anyway. Okay, I lied. I’ve been here before. Plenty of times.”

To a woman looking very serious and refusing to laugh in the front row, “Ma’am. Ma’am? I’m going to need you to loosen up tonight, okay? You’re in the hands of a professional tonight. I’m serious. I’m more serious than you are right now about that statement, do you know why? I’m fully trained at this, I was once a very successful stripper, I promise you.” Excited whistles and shouts, “I know smut and I’m proud of that, so tonight you have my express permission to laugh at my nasty jokes.

“But I’m sorry if I’ve offended you, ma’am, really I am. Please forgive me. Do you want a lap dance to make up for it? I’m being serious. Would that help? You don’t?

“Damn, I’m getting old then. Anyone here heard of Commando Dan, from Fel Candy? West side of Kezan? There must be a few Goblins in the house.”

A couple of gravelly cheers.

“Hoo, yeah! That’s me. Look how far I’ve fallen. I still got all my clothes on and people are even laughing.”

The blazing spotlight finally goes out, leaving Dannox in a darker room, offset by easy peach candlelight. Some polite applause for the lights being fixed. Then glasses click gently as people drink, begin to enjoy their food once more.

“Hey, great! I can see again, though you all really can’t see me, cause it’s dark. And your eyes have to adjust. Sucks to be you. Shout out to the other Night Elves in the house. The revolution begins now, by the way. Hail to the night, motherfuckers…”

Throaty laughter, especially from some kal’dorei men in the back.

Dannox looks down and snakes the microphone wire around the stand, to give himself space to move with it, “Anyway, I am definitely grateful for my chance at amateur night here in Dalaran.” He winks, “I intend to take the prize. I’m already a prize, I figured we’d go together.”

He turns a little to his left, sticks a hand in his pants pocket. Also, semi-sheer fabric confirmed. Nice.

“So. A little about me to start, other than my being an exceptional stripper once upon a time. Today? I’m a bum. A handsome bum, but my husband reminds me that still means I’m lazy and bum. I do nothing. This is my first thing that I’m doing, after a hiatus. Stripper in retirement. Never thought you’d see the day, right?” Dannox shrugs, grinning anew, “Actually, I do work hard, just not in the way you’d expect. I’m a trophy husband that got picked up years ago in a seedy strip club, I kid you not… stripping my clothes off in Kezan, which is a beautiful, nearly lawless Goblin Island, at least on the redlight district side. Anything goes on that side. A Blood Elf and a Night Elf can meet up, get it on, and have all kinds of adventures together in broad daylight. Faltheriel and I once had a dirty weekend that turned into… ten years now? And so I got picked up by the man who eventually became—who eventually would become—the Chief Advisor to King Kael’thas Sunstrider.

“The king? Yeah, we live in an alternate universe back home. It’s totally normal though, don’t worry. It’s like living in the suburbs—hardly anyone goes there, it’s nice cause it’s less expensive. We get crime, but it’s weirder suburbs, alt-universe crime. Like… whenever we read about Kael’thas’ new fun addictions and various shortcomings in the news. It was Murlocos Tacos last week. His daughter caught footage of him on the floor eating them while drunk or high, probably both cause it’s Kael’thas, and slurring every single thing he said. It came on all the scrying orbs. That was a rough week for him.”

Some snickers. “Yeah, you guys out here have dead, looted body Kael’thas at the end of a Quel’danas Isle dungeon. But back home, we pretty much have the Hearthstone Kael’thas which is way nicer. And funnier. I thought I’d get up here and do a Hearthstone Kael’thas impression but… yeah, he’d send some people over to kill me. He’s still an evil genius with bloodthirsty Sunfury agents. Also, ‘I’m coming doooown!’

“Haha… So worth it. Best part, when I get assassinated by Sunfury agents soon and I die, I’m totally going to ask my wife and husband to put that exact quote on my tombstone. That’ll really piss Kael off.

“And then, what is he even gonna do? Dig up my body and beat me some more?” Dannox looks down, casually kicks the wire for the mic out of his way, “Actually, I wouldn’t put it past that fel-addicted, demon-fucking motherfucker. He’s into everything.

“Anyway, we’re actually cool, me and Kael’thas. Don’t worry. And I truly like him. Since my husband works for Kael, and I am a druid after all—I heal. I heal a body good… I get to talk to Kael’thas himself sometimes if you can believe it. But it’s all so horrible. He’s a good-looking man and he knows that I’m bi. And I’m an awful person, generally. I guess that’s why Kael and I get along.”

Dannox walks to the other side of the stage, “And then Filthy—that’s my husband, don’t ask… Well, you will ask about my husband’s nickname, but I’m warning you not to, not yet, I’ll tell you later—Filthy is practically like Kael’s family at this point, so I always take my chance to rip on our lovely king. Also, Kael’s Blood Knights. Blood Knights are such easy targets. And mind you, in this alt universe, Azeroth is united, the factions are at peace, sorta. Kind of like how Dalaran lets everybody in, we’re sort of like that. Anyway, so we’re out in Netherstorm again with King Kael’thas, waiting on the Sunfury army to show up. Kael’thas looks right at me and he says, ‘I think I really like having a Night Elf man salute me, for a change.’

“And then I wink, ‘…It’s only natural, Kael’thas.’

“Hoo, boy. Poor Kael’thas. I think he was trying to be community-spirited. But, you know, he just tangled with the wrong Night Elf. Or, exactly the right one. Remember, I do like to get oiled-up first.”

More laughter.

“And then these soldiers of his, they’re taking a really long time to arrive. So one of the Blood Knights that’s already there, she turns to me. Everyone’s curious about the Night Elves, I suppose. Daphne goes… and I guess she didn’t let on yet that I’m unbelievably nasty, by some miracle. That’s what happens when hubby refuses to talk about home at work, I guess.

“Daphne asks me, ‘I heard you were the bane of Malfurion’s existence at one point.’

“I say, ‘Well, only for fifteen to twenty minutes at a time.’

Gasps, shocked laughter.

“See? I can keep it professional if I want to. And it’s fine, that’s another world leader I’m cool with. Malfurion and I go… way back. Right. In the back.

“Hey, no judgment. We all have our reasons for leaving the Emerald Dream. Am I right, fellow druids? Or, getting banned from it by a jealous wife. Hey, I’m calling her out, that wasn’t cool. She should know by now, everyone secretly loves Malfurion.

“Then I decided to have some fun with my husband Filthy—Faltheriel—who was standing right there next to me, turning beet-red, ‘What’s this, Faltheriel? You don’t look well, and your forehead is so warm. Maybe you’re coming down with something. Let’s go get you into bed, make you perfectly comfortable… then see what happens.’

“He didn’t like that. And in front of his employer, too. You see why he calls me a bum. I’m so good at being a trophy husband and jobless, it’s like I think everyone else needs to lose their job. Anyway, Faltheriel left to go do something else. Divorce me or something, I don’t remember what he said that afternoon. It’s not important.

“There was also a nice girl with them, a tall redhead named Tempest. I think she’s a retribution Paladin—Blood Knight, whatever. They all get to talking about old times, and she recalls how my husband used to be a zealot for Kael’thas, because he was. Or is. I’ll put it this way, ‘Kael’thas’ is the opposite of our safe word at home. It’s more Filthy’s trigger. Filthy gets one. One ‘Kael’thas’ every evening, and after that he has to stop. Don’t ask me how he works for the guy. I’m a sleaze, Faltheriel’s a fanboy, I guess. We struggle through this life together in our exciting marriage, putting up with all you muggles.

“I’m not joking with you. In person, Kael’thas is a very handsome man ontop of everything else and Faltheriel’s only mortal. Like I said, we have amazing, alt-universe Hearthstone Kael’thas. It’s a different outfit every hour with that guy. My favorite is nineties Kael’thas. He shows up with slicked-back blonde hair, neon shapes on his t-shirt and a giant cell phone, obsessing about how Arthas stole Jaina Proudmoore from him, and he needs revenge in time for the Dalaran Academy dance.

“Hey, I just remembered, you guys would have been there for all that Arthas in ripped stonewash jeans, shoving Kael’thas into a locker stuff. Beat, ba-beat, ba-ba-ba-beat, gooooo Dalaran!

“Anyway. Wow, I keep going off what I memorized. I need a minute.” Dannox winces laughter and pinches at the bridge of his nose, before calming down. “So. Faltheriel and his crew were all zealots back then, doing bad things for Kael’thas, but Faltheriel can get right in the danger zone till this day, remembering weird Kael’thas facts and lore, though I do love him. Tempest goes, ‘Look, I’m a Blood Knight and Faltheriel’s intense obsession over Kael’thas even makes me uncomfortable. Dannox, are you sure everything is alright?’

“I go, ‘Eh. It’s all about energy, where you direct it. Faltheriel can revv up his cute little engine all day if he wants to, as long as, at the end of that day, I’m the one who directly benefits.’

Daphne, as Tempest is laughing, ‘Uh… what?’

“I say, ‘It’s called husband physics.’

“And it is, it really is! That’s how you manage a marriage with a fanboy. I’ll only worry if Faltheriel comes home cosplaying and threatens that we need to take an emergency family vacay to Blizzcon. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But when your husband likes to dress up as a succubus… you keep an eye on it. He’s going as Drag Queen Azshara next year, by the way. And there’s rumor of an ‘It’s Raining Men’ act to go with it, but Rachel and I are mostly letting Filthy have his alone time with the costume and his music for now. We’re all really excited. Albeit—each in his own way.

“Later that day, with the Blood Knights you know--the Sunfury finally arrive and it’s time for us to get moving, mount up to go someplace. I’m on my nightsaber. They’re staring at my beast. You would… I say to Daphne, ‘Let’s have somebody ride up front, and then the other person can climb on the back. Don’t worry, Faltheriel and I do it all the time where we’re from.’

“This guy Sunthraze goes, ‘In Darnassus? Or do you mean Silvermoon where Faltheriel’s from?’

“I say, ‘Wait, my wife wouldn’t want me to finish that joke.’

“Sometimes, Faltheriel does really get annoyed with me when I make those kinds of jokes with his colleagues. I mean, they are his coworkers after all. I guess that’s unkind in a way. But that’s also okay because my husband and I like to fight. Or, that other thing that begins with the letter ‘F’.

“That one too obvious? I can be subtle as well. I’m a centaur if you don’t think about that too much.”

“Now, please ask yourselves... Why was that not put in as one of the male Night Elf pickup lines? It’s excellent.”

Dannox then kindly leans down to the first row again, “While we’re on the topic, ma’am, I see that you’re smiling now. I knew you would. But I wanted to say, I am very sorry that you didn’t want that lap dance before. These are my emergency tear-away pants, as well. They’re not just awesome fitted slacks. But I need you to know, it’s too late now. Like the Goblins say, ‘If you liked it then you shoulda put a ring on it!’ he snaps, pretending to have real attitude.

He straightens up again, as the laughter dies down, “…Well, in my case, a giant cock ring.”

A raucous reaction spreads from the cheap seats. The laughter makes it hard to hear the next part, as the woman begins talking and gesturing up at him, “… Huh? Haha!” Dannox leans halfway to listen to her, then attempts to stop his own laughter, “After the show? Really?! Wow, you’ve come a long way. Alright, I give in. Ladies and gentlemen, please clap for Offended Lady, I’ve got a convert! Welcome to the dark side. But you’ll have to run fast after the lap dance, my wife’s here somewhere. Thanks, Offended Lady, I’m so glad we’re cool now. Come find me on Tumblr later, too. I can’t follow you back, but I promise you won’t regret it.

“Well, back to me and my husband. Sometimes, I have to be reminded that I’ve got one... Oh! So Faltheriel and me arguing and fighting--it’s alright, really…

“I try not to pull on Faltheriel’s hair unless I mean it.

“Actually, when we first met, it was better. When we first met, I told Faltheriel I was a baker. Go on, you can ask me, ‘Why is that?’

“Well, you don’t let strange men glaze your buns, obviously.

“I really love that joke. I tell that one a lot. You know, usually, there’s an upstanding person nearby—not you, ma’am. We already addressed that, like I said, and you kindly booked me tonight from 12-12:07am,” Dannox gives a sly wink and checks his watch, “But usually it’s someone with these excellent manners who warns that I’m a horrible person. Like I didn’t know that already, but it’s their duty to glare up here, gasp all shocked and say that. Do you know what I tell people who act like that? After I tell the joke, ‘You don’t let strange men glaze your buns, obviously.’ Then they say, ‘Dannox, you are a horrible person.’

“I clarify, ‘No… I’m a baker.’

“Very innocent, just like that. Even funnier when, truth is, I do know how to bake. But I only let Faltheriel find that out years later. I waited until after we got engaged before I baked him anything. I was far more serious about the success of that baker joke than our relationship.

“But it’s true, Faltheriel and I like to fight. We always have. Though, mostly, it’s wrestling. Before bedtime. Aaaaand in this corner…” Dannox raises his voice, as if about to call a wrestling match, “they lived happily ever after.

“Also, now that we’ve been married for about a decade, Faltheriel doesn’t always listen to me. Then again, I don’t always face him while we talk… It’s win-win.

“Though, being totally serious now—You know, when I first met Faltheriel, he wasn’t facing me. Do you know how goddam gorgeous you have to be to look like someone’s soul mate from behind?!

“And I’m a good husband to him. I truly am. I make sure that Filthy never falls in the shower, whether he appreciates it or not.

“You know, I once lied to Faltheriel and told him it was still dark outside. He couldn’t get out from under me anyways.

“Another thing, Faltheriel and I don’t always communicate well. Sometimes, we just grunt and slap each other’s thighs a lot.” Dannox, now raising his voice over the laughter, “Is that weird? Maybe other couples don’t do that as much, I don’t know.

“Being married to such a beautiful man is hard. God, it gets so hard. Sorry—was that a low blow? I’ll put it away now. Though it’s been going on for so long, I’ll have to roll it up, first.

“Anyway, sometimes I say this thing to my husband when it’s bedtime and he’s not in the mood. I totally respect him for that, I do… But I say to him, ‘Filthy--’ I guess that’s his pet name when he’s being adorable, or really irritating. Both a fun challenge for me. I realize I keep switching in and out of that, I tell him, ‘Filthy, I don’t mind if you’re too tired. You can sleep, honey. Just lie on your stomach, and loosen up first.’”

Dannox hangs in there, through a mixture of booing and hard laughter, “See? It’s so simple! It is so simple to make a good marriage, you guys. A dirty, dirty marriage with a lovely woman who puts up with us and a man who used to work for the Burning Legion, and who can END you if your jokes ever fail to land.

“I can tell you, if you don’t like these jokes, that’s fine. You’ll be pleased to know that I’ve already suffered enough. It was bombs over Shadowmoon Valley while I honed this joke routine in my house, I promise.

“By the way, don’t try that at home. Don’t try my sense of humor at your beloved home, not unless you enjoy having done to you what my husband used to do to his prisoners-slash-victims. Well, he still does it. But I-I get out sometimes.” Dannox rolls his big shoulder, pretends to twitch, “Like tonight.

“But I do find Faltheriel irresistible, so I admit that I keep trying to get into trouble with him. This one time, Faltheriel was really fussing at me, he really wanted me to leave him alone so he could read. Now I don’t know if I’m extra horny because I’m a big Night Elf compared to him—he’s a Blood Elf, I hope the Kael’thas thing gave that away—or because I’m just, well, totally nasty all the time, so much so, I like to give my husband a nickname that stops him from forgetting that I’m a dirty alpha male in this thing and I own his glorious ass… Told you I’d explain later in the show and that you didn’t want to know… But anyway, one evening while Filthy was downstairs reading and ignoring me like that, I just decided to compromise.

“I say to him, ‘Fine, let’s play a game to pass the time. I’ll be good if you’re good.’ He’s sensible, so he says, ‘Deal. What would you like to play, darling?’ He goes for the checkerboard. Then I said, ‘Faltheriel, this game I have is so fun. This is so easy. I’ll love it. It goes like this. Can you bend over the couch and not move for a half hour?’ He’s a sweetie and too trusting at times, so he actually does it. Then I say, ‘Also, this is one of those games where you can’t say ‘No.’

“I got slapped for that. It’s really bad when another man slaps you to defend his honor. And of course, truth be told… I liked it. Poor Faltheriel.

“Elune above, my Blood Elf husband is cute! He is so yummy. Fun fact, Faltheriel only wanted a sweet little hug last night, but in for a penny, in for a pounding.

“Though, the Cenarion Circle is probably going to come back into our lives, I think, to take Filthy away and try to find him a forever home.

“I mean, a new home with a good mummy and daddy. And walks in the park that don’t involve shagging behind the trees. And no bear-bottom spankings. Horny druid husbands are the worst, I should know.

“On another night, I told Faltheriel my balls were lonely. He brought his over to play.

“Awww, so sweet of him. Also, Faltheriel is really good at sex, but I would never tell him that. I just ask him to keep trying.

“Another thing about us, I almost forgot. When I first met Faltheriel, I got naked fast. He didn’t like it at the beginning, but he loved it in the end.

“And once, I told Faltheriel I was a piñata so that he wouldn’t stop beating me with it.

“And the most sex Faltheriel and I ever had was on the same night our wife had our first child, our twins. She was… SO mad at us.

“You know, when our wife had the twins—they’re fraternal, one Night Elf, one Blood Elf—Faltheriel forgot for a moment and went wild, accused Rachel of cheating. It was then that I reminded my husband that, um… I have sex with our wife too.

“Uh-huh. That’s right. That’s what you get when you jump to conclusions about your good spouse, Faltheriel.

“He’s not here tonight, actually. Faltheriel couldn’t make it. That’s why I’m really ripping on him, I guess. But my wife’s here, I think I said that earlier. Hi Rach, say hi. She’s a knockout, isn’t she? She’s so sweet and so kind, and hopefully, this wonderful Human woman won’t lock me in my cage later…

“And you know another thing, three-way marriages are interesting. They are so interesting. Women change, their appetites grow or something and you adapt in weird ways. Our wife gets so horny at times, it really does take the two of us. Wow, she looks mad at me now. Guess I shouldn’t have said that. But, then again, when she holds out, it’s like the world is coming to an end for us men.

“Just kidding, Faltheriel and I are perfectly fine.

“Sorry hun, it’s true. You shouldn’tve got us that set of matching spoons for the holidays. It’s just too bad. That cheap gift you got was like homo-erotic Kaja-Cola, it gave us ideas.

“I’m an idiot, I apologize. Anyway, this one time… the best stories start that way, have you noticed? So this one time when Rachel wasn’t there, Faltheriel came straight upstairs after work and found me in bed with another woman. God, he’s so adorable… After I put the mirror back and slipped the pink scrunchie from his soft, soft, ponytail, he calmed down and it was an amazing night.

“Seriously, though. My husband Faltheriel is so man-pretty, we only realized our wife had none of her own lingerie like… a week ago? And we’d been together for ten years? Yeah, it’s like that.

“So Faltheriel buys me my own lingerie, for once. I didn’t like it. I didn’t like any of the fuzzy, silky, or bright colored stuff he brought home. Eh, the see-through stuff was okay. The really super-short, see through stuff I was already poking out of, that we could do each other in immediately—that, I liked. Nice guy, but he really wasted his money on me, I tell ya.

“Alright, last joke. It’s June and I know everyone’s hot in here. You’re all ready to finish up and call it a night. So I’ll try and end on a respectable note.

“It isn’t June? Well, I know that, I don’t care. Listen to the joke, goddammit.

“Ahhh, my wonderful husband, Filthy,” to rising, expectant laughter, “Faltheriel ‘Filthy’ Darkweaver has the best ass in the world. It feels like I’m fucking a magical rainbow in there. Was that one too obvious, because it’s Pride Month? Did you know that big, horny, sweaty, well-hung unicorns fuck rainbows? Nice image. Yeah, enjoy your Pride Month.”

Dannox nervously puts the microphone back and waves once, while people scream laughter. “If you liked my set, please tell the very nice Legerdemain Lounge staff. I’d love to come back. Oh, I never said my whole name. I’m Dannox Silvermoon Darkweaver. That’s right. That was my real last name, I was a dream come true when my Blood Elf husband finally found me and saved me. For me, every day is Pride Month because I’m so proud of my family and so happy to be here these days. It wasn’t always like that.

“And Rachel honey, I’m so grateful to you for loving me and letting me be me. I’m coming straight home to you baby… after this one lap dance,” an anxious laugh, as Dannox checks his watch, “Uh. I want to thank you all for a lovely show. Night, everybody.”

More whistles and another round of cheers. Then, the Night Elf man confidently jogs off-stage.

…

Aww, thanks for reading this far if you made it!

Were you in the audience? What do you have to shout out, or ask Dannox after his set? He might respond.

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theonewiththefanfics · 5 years

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Love Is Our Resistance (one-shot)

Synopsys: She is his mission and his salvation.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: angst

Warnings: none that I can think of, not even a swear word

Word count: 2072

(inspired by the artwork and beauty of min1919, here on Tumblr. Imma link to their page, just because they’re so talented like boo, you got a real gift)

(If you want, listen to Resistance by Muse, cause sorta kinda based on the song as well ;) )

The winter soldier watched from the rooftop as the coat-covered figure made her way through the snowy New-York streets. The city seemed completely abandoned, save for the woman and some stray cats rushing to find a warm place somewhere behind a dumpster or on a windowsill of a nearby apartment. It was the perfect opportunity. Her palm was pressed tightly against her ear, a phone definitely in between the stranger’s fingers as she spoke. He was high up on the top of a building but still could easily hear what she was saying. “Well, it’s not my fault I can’t control the weather. Do you think I like being stuck outside right now?” She wasn’t going to make it to her friend’s Christmas dinner. Her car had broken down a few blocks away, yet she still had miles to walk. “I’m sorry, Nat, I am. But let me make it up to you- tomorrow, brunch, just the two of us. And I’ll pay.” The soldier could imagine her smile even from so far away. Too bad she was not going to be able to fulfil the other promise either. He scaled the walls and rooftops until he was down and in an alleyway. Everything was deserted, not even one light shone in the windows. Yet even then no one would hear the shot. Nor would he allow her a second to scream. Snow crunched under his boots as he stalked towards her, pace matching that of her clicking heels. But then suddenly the atmosphere changed. Her head turned to the side. “Nat, I really am sorry.” The soldier noticed a tremble in her voice. “I really am but I have to go now. I’ll talk to you as soon as I can. I love you.” She said the last sentence in the sincerest way possible and it made the man stop dead in his tracks. In front of him, she had as well. Slowly, the woman turned around, winter winds whipping the giant white flakes in a beautiful dance of twirls and dips around her like she was an angel and diamonds encrusted her Y/H/C hair. She smiled. “I was wondering when they’d send you.”

He aimed the rifle at her head, the scope putting a red cross right in the middle of it. There was a painful grimace on the woman’s face. “S, okay James. I’ll turn around. So, it looks like it was supposed to.” The soldier’s hold on the rifle tightened as she so freely, so contently moved her body to face away from him. He could hear her soft sniffle and see how her hand trembled, phone still tightly clutched in between the gloved fingers. Her whole body was shaking as the woman waited for the inevitable shot. Hot tears streamed down her face and almost immediately they froze upon her reddened cheeks. But the bullet never came. Instead, there was a soft clunk against the snow-covered ground and a strong hand gripped her shoulder, dragging her in the nearby alley. “Who are you?” Bucky growled in her face, looking up and down her body, trying to find a feature that would reveal the mystery of why he couldn't pull the trigger, why he couldn't kill her. “I’m no one,” she whispered, looking at the soldier. He removed the mask from his mouth and took off the glasses the dark glasses, his ice-blue eyes gazing into her Y/E/C ones. She couldn't speak anymore, so only salty pearls streamed down her face as Y/N gazed upon the man she had been in love with and still is. A man who didn't even recognize her. “James, I know you have to do it.” “I- I-“ he looked like he was struggling for words, the cogs in his mind turning and spinning, trying to click back into place. “No!” he suddenly exclaimed. “I- I won’t!” “You have to,” there was conviction, strength and determination in her tone. “James…” “Why…” he choked on the word. “Why are you calling me by that name? Who are you?” Y/N sighed, letting her gaze settle on a snowflake and watched as it looped down to the ground disappearing in a mountain of the white powder. “You know who I am. I’m quite sure they gave you a file of information before sending you away on this mission.” “But that is not the whole thing,” his heart ached at her words and the soldier didn't even know why. “Who are you to me? And who am I to you?” The girl looked defeated like she could no longer fight her own will. So she relented. “We love one another. And that is why I’m a liability to you. To them. We,” her words turned into a puff of steam and it fluttered up into the dark before dissipating into nothing, “we met while you were on another mission a few years back. I wasn’t your target, not that time. We were in a bar, started chatting. I was slightly drunk… and you just… took care of me. You got me home safely, put me in bed, made sure to leave a glass of water by the bedside table… when I woke up, I thought you’d be gone, but I was wrong. You sat in a chair, right by the window, looking out to the world, like it was a creature you’ve never seen before. But when you looked at me- it was like all the pieces clicked.” The soldier’s eyebrows scrunched up as flashes of what he could only describe as a jagged memory came back. “You were nice to me,” he muttered. “You made me feel safe. And I couldn't help it... you were just so soft and warm...” And then Y/N smiled. “You made me feel safe as well.” But there was such sorrow in that kind gesture Bucky’s heart felt like it was being ripped in shreds. “James, if you don’t do this, they eventually will come after me. No matter what.” Y/N said it so matter of factly, Bucky was astounded. It was like her life had no worth at all. “And then they’ll hurt you. And I could never live with myself if I knew I was the reason for your pain.” Her palm was so tender against his rugged cheek, Bucky practically melted at the touch. “I can’t. I can’t do that. I-“ there was desperation in his look, “I love you. I know who you are, and I love you.” “I know, but this… it can’t happen… we can’t do that,” there was a sad, a heartbreaking smile painted upon Y/N’s lips. “We both know it to be true.” Bucky was crying now as well because, for the first time in forever, he finally remembered, he knew who he was and who the woman he was sent to assassinate was. “I can’t lose you. Not again.” And his forehead pressed tightly against hers, the snowflakes fluttering down from the sky settling in his hair and melting from their combined heat. “I love you.” “I know, baby. And I love you too. More than anything.” She kissed him, then and there, throwing all caution to the wind. Bucky reciprocated. Tenfold at least. His hands snaked around her waist, one of them entering under the coat and feeling Y/N’s warm sweater, pulling her as close as possible by the hem of the garment. They were meant for one another- she was his salvation and he was her home. And yet the rifle still laid in the snow gleaming under the white streetlights, reminding him of what he was there to do. “I won’t do it,” Bucky said after pulling back, pain in his blue orbs. “I refuse to. If they wanna torture me after that, so be it. But I will not kill you. And I won’t let them do it either.” “You can’t protect me, James. They found me and sent you. With or without the Winter Soldier, they’ll do it again. Only this time it will be with someone who won’t hesitate. Who won’t even think twice.” Bucky wanted to scream, he wanted to punch the brick wall and demolish it with his own hands at Y/N’s words. “I can’t lose you,” it ended up as a choked-back sigh. Her arms wove around his neck, pulling at the long dark tresses, so slowly he leaned his head down and hid his face in the crook of her neck. Y/N smelled of something sweet, something like cinnamon and sugar and coffee altogether, so cosy and warm and nice. Bucky wondered how he could even remember what those things were, given his diet was mostly stale pieces of bread, water and sometimes an instant noodle package if he got lucky. One small palm slid across his bulletproof vest covered back and yet he could still feel the weight of her actions, how gentle and loving she was being. “You’ll never lose me, James,” Y/N’s words were lost in the night, but he still heard them, still trembled as she repeated how much she loved the man. Then her palm settled on the knife at his side, pulling it out from its holster. “But you have to do it,” the blade was pointed at her stomach. Bucky immediately clutched onto her wrist, terror consuming his body, scared eyes looking into her calm Y/E/C ones. “Stop.” “Don’t think about it,” her gaze didn’t waver, so much love shining through, Bucky couldn’t help the sob ripping out of his throat. “Just aim it here and don’t think.” Y/N raised his hand and leaned forward, the knife now pressing against her ribcage where with an upwards push he could end her life. “I love you, James.” She rested her forehead against his, uncontrollable tears flowing down both of their cheeks. Bucky’s hand trembled, the grip upon the handle tightening and tightening. One push and she’d be gone. Forever. Hydra wouldn’t be able to ever hurt her or destroy her life. She would no longer be in danger just because the girl knew of him, loved him, cared for and adored him. It would all be over, and he could mourn the loss of this amazing person without the terror of finding her locked up in one of the damp cells in Siberia. He could make it so easy and swift she wouldn’t even be able to take a breath, nor would she feel a thing. But Bucky was weak and selfish, and the knife snapped in half, the razor-sharp blade dropping to the ground. He threw the heavy handle down as well and shook his head. “Not gonna happen.” “James-“ “No! I’m done with being controlled. I’m- I’m done with that life. It wasn’t even mine! It was some monster created by people who didn’t want their hands getting dirty. I wanna live. I want to love. I want to be with you.” And Y/N was just as selfish and weak, if not even more than Bucky, so how could she say no to those eyes, to that desperate mind breaking through decades of brutal chains, wishing for freedom and a home. She didn’t need much encouragement to once again kiss him, only this time there was a promise of future and hope sealed within the touch of their lips. His tongue glided along her freezing mouth until she let him inside and it was like homecoming for Bucky. It felt righter than anything in the world ever had. “Where do we go now?” Y/N whispered after coming back for some air. “We kinda need to go down real low.” “I’ll figure it out,” he squeezed her hips tighter and brought the woman closer to share their warmth. “We’ll figure it out. I promise.” “You do realise we both have a hefty price on our heads now, right?” Bucky huffed, looking around the deserted New-York street and the dark alleyway they were still in, huddled against one another. Suddenly, he broke off and walked back into the light, picking up the rifle and strapping it to his back. “So, we’ll move. We’ll move every day if we have to. I- I can’t lose you, I can’t give you up like that. Not ever again.” Y/N nodded, weaving her arms around Bucky’s middle and pressing her face against his chest. “Love is our resistance,” he heard her faint mumble. “No matter what they throw at us…”

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jo-the-schmo · 5 years

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Red, Dead, Reflections Ch.5

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

A/N: DEAR JESUS FINALLY HOLY SHIT this too way too long. I’ve been super busy and getting sick a lot these past few weeks. This chapter is a little lackluster but something is really better than nothing. I hope this is good enough in any case! Have a good read! Love you!

Summary: At the age of 23, you and your pseudo-family perform a heist gone wrong, leading you into a dangerous position. Discover your own history, the story of those around you, and gain new relationships along the way in this (sorta) choose your own adventure.

Warnings: Explicit language, violence, alcohol, possible genitalia mentions, alcohol, not much else I think?

Word count: 6000+

Tags!: @lennysvmmers @zoilalove213 @eccentricc-catt

Choose Your Words Wisely

“When do you think we’ll head into town?” You readjusted the strap of your mask attached to your belt loops.

“Why you askin’ me? I ain’t your keeper.”

“I mean, you sorta are. I don’t have a horse and Dutch said he ‘doesn’t want me getting lost’. I don’t wanna annoy you, but we’ve been here for like, a week, and done absolutely nothing.” He sighed at your comment, somewhat in agreement.

“Uncle was sayin’ somethin’ about headin’ out, but I haven’t seen that bastard in hours.” Arthur complained through slightly gritted teeth as he hefted a bag of feed over his shoulder. “If ya find him and see if he’s ready, I wouldn’t mind goin’, We’re running out of coffee anyway…” You stopped following him.

“Got it, I’ll see where he’s hiding.” You pivoted to the side and walked towards the main camp area. Bill was prodding the fire in boredom. “Hey Bill, do you know where Uncle is at?”

“Prob’ly asleep or drunk, the old loon.” He croaked.

“Well, I figured that much.” That was usually what Uncle seemed to be doing. You weren’t one to judge, but he was a recluse one for sure. Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen the Reverend in a few days…where’s he at?

“I know Charles and Javier got tired of waiting for him, so they just went out a few hours ago.”

“Okay, thanks, Bill.” You don’t talk to Bill that much, he just didn’t seem to enjoy your company for some reason, or anyone’s company for that matter. You kept looking around, trying to figure out where he could be. If I was sleeping off a hangover, where would I be?

“James! My boy! Come here for a moment, would ya?” A deep, modulated voice called out from somewhere behind you. You turned and saw Dutch standing in front of his tent. You didn’t respond vocally, you’ve found you don’t need to. As long as you’re visually enacting the request, he took that as answer enough. Dutch was a watchful man. You took a few steps toward him and you noticed Molly wasn’t around. She was usually hanging out in here. Actually, I’ve never seen Molly NOT in here.

“What’s up, Dutch?”

“Come inside, young man. Have a seat.” He placed his palm on the space between your shoulder blades and guided you inside the fabricated enclosure. Dutch had the biggest space of the group, which always bothered you in a weird way. Everyone except him, Arthur, and you slept on the ground. He moved you towards a chair, which you took a seat in out of politeness. You were starting to get nervous. Dutch had never really wanted to speak one on one with you before, much less take this approach to starting a conversation.

“What’s this about?” You tried to keep your voice as neutral as possible. He stayed standing, even pacing slowly across the floor about two feet away from you. The cuffs of his white shirt had a few rust colored stains.

“Nothin’ but a few questions, my friend.” It was subtle, but you could tell he was trying to take on a slightly intimidating presence. It wasn’t malicious or anything like that, which only made you more curious. “I’d like to know what you’re still doin’ here.” That statement took you aback.

“I’m confused, what do you me-“

“Why are you still here?” He cut you off. You took a moment to consider his question, there was a reason he wasn’t letting you get an explanation. The severity and weight of your potential answer only reflected in the sunken depths of his pupils. He looked exhausted.

“Because you’ve allowed me to.”

“Ah, I see…” He stopped all his movements and bent down slightly to get a closer look at you. His hand rested against the back of the chair you were sitting. “I wanna trust you, my boy. You saved my life up on that mountain, I won’t soon forget that. Do you know what my family is about, West?”

“Living.”

“That’s right. Now, what are you about, James?” For a moment, Dutch’s face wasn’t his anymore. His hair was longer, light brown, his face was slim with a messy stubble. It was Austin.

“Why are you here, Y/N?”

“What?”

“You’re safe, you’re all patched up, why haven’t you left me yet?” His eyes looked much kinder back then. So did his smile.

“Because…I don’t want to? You saved me.”

“People save people all the time and don’t follow them across a state.” He took a step closer. “What’s your deal? What do you want?”

“I…” You couldn’t be entirely sure, but you felt it. “I want the world to be better… I want the world to let me survive. I want to live!”

“Good answer.” You could almost audibly pick up the voice shift from Austin to Dutch. It took you a moment to process the fact that you had answered his question. “Sorry I took on that rather rude tone. Had to test ya, ma boy!” He laughed heartily, his earlier façade melting away.

“What was that about?”

“I wanted to see if you were up for a bit of a request.”

“A request?” His smile warmed at your question.

“Well, Hosea and I have been talkin’. You’ve been a mighty fine help around here and, well, we ourselves are headin’ out west in search of land of our own. So, we wanted to ask if you’d stick around with us until you made it back home.” You weren’t sure why the gesture surprised you, in a way you had already been integrated into their lives, they treated you as one of their own. But it still left you stunned. “Hosea says you aren’t sure if you’ll ever see your friends again, but I promise we will do everything in our power to keep you safe until then. What d’ya say, son?”

“It’d be an honor…” Your response was what astonished you the most. You felt it in your gut, a sense of comradery. Dutch patted your left shoulder, signaling for you to stand.

“That’s a good man right there!” He walked you outside the tent. “Just remember one thing, my friend.” He turned you around to give you one last bit of aid. “Do good to us, and we’ll do good to you. You seem like a nice one, but it never hurts to remind.” You instinctively walked away but his words rang in your mind. Do good to us, and we’ll do to you, huh? Charles warning would come into question every once in a while. The only person to know your secrete was Hosea.

If anyone else found out, they might tell Dutch. And if Dutch finds out, then so will Micah. At this point the only reason you still kept your secret was to save your hide. If Micah was really as much of a bastard as you’d been led to believe, if he got his hands on some information of that magnitude, you’d be dead in the next hour. You sighed with your head rolled back toward the sky. How could things keep getting more complicated?

Shockingly, time skipping wasn’t as strange of a concept anymore. You may not have done much research on it, but Gina sure had. She was a big-time nerd. If you really had jumped backwards 120 years, there was nothing you could directly do to change it. But, one thing you did know was that the universe, if having the capability to do this, would eventually find a way to put you back. A trigger was what pulled to get you here, and at some point, the space of time would have to set you back with another trigger. That trigger was certainly your previous death, but there was no telling if this new trigger would be the same. And let’s just say, dying wasn’t exactly an easy risk to take here. All you can do is bide your time and hope it comes soon.

“Found him!” You heard Arthur holler from the side, followed by the grumble of the old man getting to his feet. You guided yourself to the two by the cart, Arthur standing around with his hands on his hips looking like a scolding mother.

“That’s a rather odd place to nap, Uncle.” You pointed out.

“Welp, you know what I say? A man who can sleep on any surface, has the peace of mind to be doin’ so.” He dusted off the back of his pants.

“Interesting…” You supposed he was right, in both senses that could be interpreted. “Are you ready to head to town?” You asked the both of them but only Uncle responded.

“Yep, I gotta head down to the general store to get some supplies. Was you wanting to tag along?” Before you could respond, a familiar feminine voice bubbled behind you.

“Can we come too?” It was Karen with Tilly and Mary-Beth in tow.

“We been cooped up here for far too long! We need some fun!” Mary-Beth said in her almost song-like tone.

“Well, can Miss Grimshaw spare you?” Upon Arthur asking that, they all groaned in disdain.

“Can Miss Grimshaw spare you? Come on, Arthur! Three young, healthy women want you to take ‘em out robbin’ and you’re worried about house chores!” Karen argued while Tilly crossed her arms and shot Arthur her signature annoyed eyebrow raise.

“When you’re right, you’re right, I guess. Everyone hop on.” Arthur and Uncle took the lead and got in the front seat, Arthur at the reins.

“Wait, did you see if Sadie wanted to go? She said she’s been itchin’ to get out for a bit.” You asked while Karen climbed into the back.

“I asked her, but Ol’Pearson was there saying she had too much work to do. We’ll get her next time.” Tilly assured you. A twinge of disappointment flared in your chest, but you reluctantly followed the ladies into the cart and sat next to Karen. Arthur didn’t waste time to get a move on. You saw John being passed by the cart, on guard duty. You hadn’t gotten many chances to talk to him, but it was good to see him on his feet. Apparently, he had gotten attacked by wolves while you were unconscious, which was crazy. The whole camp was out of sight no more than a minute later. They really picked a good spot, huh? The cart makes small clunk and crunch noises when rolling over the dry soil path.

“So…James?” Karen smirked dubiously.

“Yes?” You rested your elbows on your knees, leaning forward. Which you soon realized was a mistake, because now Tilly and Mary-Beth are leaning in close and Karen is hovering just above.

“What’s it like in California?” They all actually seemed interested in what you had to say, making you feel both nervous and comforted.

“Well…It’s hot, most of the time. Uh…we get a lot of fires, and they can’t be dealt with fast enough. Earthquakes, those happen. But there’s beaches! Those can be fun on the right kind of day.”

“What kind of day is that?” Mary-Beth followed.

“Let’s see…” You thought for a moment on how to describe it. “It really just depends, I guess. Some days the beach is good for having some good fun. Messin’ around and all that. But if you go in the evening, it’s a lot less hectic and more serene. People like it for different reasons.” You lost your train of thought for a moment. Miguel liked the beach, particularly in the wake of twilight. The sounds always brought comfort for him, the lull of the sea. You were pretty sure he had mentioned at some point that his dad used to work down by the beach before he died. The sound of something snapping and the curse of a man brought you out of your haze.

Arthur slowed the cart and you noticed another person’s carriage or whatever was sitting still, and a white horse was running off to the other side of the road. You were quick to slide down the long seat and hop out the back. Your boots hit the dirt with a quick thud. Arthur had the cart in a near stop, his eyes following you as you moved yourself around to where the man was. For the brief second that you caught it, there was a conflict behind his eyes.

“Are you gonna help him, Arthur?” Karen verbally jostled. He seemed to chose a side, opting to follow you.

“Do you need any help, sir?” You questioned the older man who was tightening the straps on the horse still attached. He looked frustrated but thankfully relieved that you offered.

“Would you please go get my horse? He ran off over there.” He pointed out toward the base of a hill with some trees where the white horse you noticed before was shifting around frantically. Arthur surveyed the situation.

“Alright, I’ll go to the front, try to get ‘em to calm down. You ease your way over from the side and get his reins, lead ‘em over.” He scratched at his beard, which saw was shorter since you started paying attention. “Got it?”

“Got it.” He moved first, you going diagonally behind him. His steps were slow, methodical. It was always strange to see him act so gentle. Maybe you were just being nosey or over-analyzing him, but Arthur always seemed like he put on a tough guy persona. His demeanor went through shifts that you recognized easily, they were the same for you. The way his posture softened, his voice soothed, his eyes rounding down at the bottom. You’d only caught it a few times, and you wondered if anyone else ever paid enough attention to notice that. You could just be projecting, or acting way too creepy. Either way, it was just something you caught on to.

“Easy…” His voice mulled, accent rolling gently. “Easy there…” The horse was still fidgeting but at least it wasn’t running around anymore. “That’s it…” You inched closer to the animal staring down at Arthur with big, black eyes. The grass squished under your soles but was near silent to everyone else. Until you heard a small snap. You’d stepped on a twig. The attention of both sets of eyes was on you now. The horse shifted to its back hooves, letting out a fearful wail. You threw your hands up and froze.

“Woah there!” You exclaimed, knowing if you did this wrong you could easily get trampled. “Hiya…” You kept your voice delicate, which you weren’t exactly worried about in the moment. The horse breathed heavily and twitched through its snout. You lowered your posture, seeming less offensive. “It’s okay. You don’t have to be scared…” You inched a little closer to test the waters. Though the creature seemed to still be on edge, it appeared to be unphased by your new closeness. You kept going, until you felt the sharp breaths against your cheek. “You’re alright, buddy.” Your fingertips met the smooth fur of the horse’s neck, petting it reassuringly. It accepted your touch, and let Arthur take hold of its reins.

“You uh…” Arthur turns away from you, beginning to walk as you continue to sooth the horse. You were unable to gauge his expression. “You did really good with- with all that.” He let out a fake cough in the middle of that sentence. “You have experience with horses? I’ve seen you ride, not very well but still.”

“Eh, a little. Not very much.”

“Well, you got mighty lucky then, boy.” He remarked.

“Woooooo! Nice job you two!” You heard Tilly call, followed by the assured chants of the other two women. Arthur surrendered the leather straps to the older man.

“Thank ya, good sirs. You’ve done a good deed today.” The old man smiled approvingly.

“I just did it to impress the women, no thanks needed.” Sure, you did, Arthur.

“It was no trouble. Have safe travels, mister.” You waved him off as you changed your direction back to the cart, joining the ladies once more. Everyone waited until you all were out of earshot of the man and back on track to Valentine.

“That was real kind of you boys.” Mary-Beth grinned with a dreamy tone.

“See, Arthur? You got a heart! Unlike this old lizard.” Karen pointed up at Uncle.

“Lizards have hearts!” He remarked with offense.

“Honestly, if you three prob’ly hadn’t been there, I’da prob’ly robbed him.” Arthur corrected. All three of the women rolled their eyes.

“And I didn’t know you were so gentle, James. Not with the stories I’ve heard.” Mary-Beth was clearly trying to lead you in, and in that she had succeeded.

“What stories?”

“Micah talkin’ out of his ass. Normal stuff.” Karen reassured you.

“He’s got a brother out in California, says he’s heard of your little posse.” Tilly explains. “Says you were traded off to the O’Driscolls. Probably with us to try and get your friends back.”

“Pardon my French, but that’s horseshit.” You cut to the chase. It didn’t seem that any of them believed Micah’s lies, but they clearly wanted to hear your input. “Micah doesn’t know a damn thing about me, or my family. It’s literally not possible.” You felt yourself instinctually grip the mask bound to your hip. You took a deep breath through the nose. “I don’t know what his problem is with me. I haven’t done anything to him.” Tilly noticed the tenseness in your hand and appeared to make a mental note of it.

“Micah’s a bit like an infection. Likes to get under your skin and make ya sick.” Mary-Beth spoke knowingly.

“He’s hard to look at too.” Karen chortled. Arthur did his usual half laugh, half grunt.

“I’m surprised none y’all invited Molly with this kind of talk. Only person that hates that bastard more than me is prob’ly her.”

“Oh no, Miss O’Shea is far too high and mighty for the likes of us. She’s a society lady now.” You recognized the tone Karen held as contempt with a hint of mockery. The stench of a barn suddenly hit your nostrils.

“That’s sheep alright!” You cough from the sudden shock.

“You a city boy, James?” Uncle questions.

“Can’t really be much of city boy if I don’t live anywhere, huh?”

“Fair enough.”

The cart rounded the corner, exposing semi-busy streets. Everything was a little dirty, but not in a rundown sort of way. Women were wearing long dresses and skirts, most with their hair covered. And near the same could be said for the men except with pants, not skirts. The cart pulled down the main street and turned into a small clearing between what looked like a big stables and a small building still under construction. You sighed, rubbing your temples. Why does this shit gotta happen to me? The Great Depression has arrived early, I fucking guess. You pushed the knowledge you’d had for a while into the back of your mind and got out of the cart to help the girls down.

“Alright, I’m gonna go to the general store and get some things. Arthur, James, you come with me.” Uncle instructed.

“We’re gonna see what trouble we can stir up. There’s bound to be some dumbasses around here. Just imagine we’re in Paris, girls.” Karen lead the women back down the street and you followed behind Arthur. You heard fragments of his conversation with Uncle. Something about Uncle being called the ‘one-shot kid’ back when he was younger and him being Arthur’s third favorite parasite. You were still reeling a bit, so you mostly zoned out. Focusing was always harder when you were having your tenth existential crisis this month. The trip was fairly quick. You only saw Arthur pick up some coffee grounds and a chocolate bar. I didn’t peg him for a sweet-tooth. Uncle got a bottle of something, that’s all you ended up noticing. You opted to just buy some food and had enough money to buy an extra pair of pants. You were tired of wearing the same pants every single day. Even if you were used to it, you happily took the chance to have a spare pair and finally be able to wash the other ones.

After that whole point of your trip was over, you sat beside Arthur on the bench outside, deciding not to drink anymore after tasting how strong the booze really were. At least one of you should be fully sober for this trip. Designated Driver for a real one. One Drink Y/N, they call me. You rested the side of your foot against your knee and leaned back against the wall, getting comfortable.

“Y’know what you outta get? A hat.” Arthur suggested.

“A hat? Why?”

“You look young when yer not wearin’ one. That’s why most people think yer a kid.”

“Really? That’s why? That’s really stupid.” Arthur shrugged his shoulders.

“Maybe so, but it’s true. We should pick you up one sometime soon.” I’m gonna look like an idiot. Arthur and Uncle shared another swig while you rhythmically tapped at the beak on your mask. The two men continued on with a conversation, mostly consisting of Arthur being annoyed, while you sat in silence. An eerie sensation crawled up the left side of your face. Glancing around, it didn’t take long to notice the cause. A black hat quickly retreating behind a wall. You turned your head to the right, pretending to search for something near the Hotel.

You felt it again.

You were being watched. They were either spying or trying to examine you. You tapped the side of Arthur’s knee with the back of your hand to get his attention.

“Hey Rabid Man, I’m gonna go take a look around. I’ll be right back.”

“Ya sound like you’re tryna ask for permission.” He raised a brow, eyes scrutinizing your face.

“Nah, just lettin’ you know. There’s a black hat I need to check out.” You over enunciated the phrase black hat. “Because it seems to be taking a heavy interest in me.” He seemed to at least partially catch your drift. You stood up with a walking step, longer strides than you’re used to. You saw a staircase on the side of the hotel when you first parked.

Passing by the butcher and cutting around his stand, you took a confident gallop up the stairs. You’re meant to be here, this is like second nature. The wood creaked softly beneath you before rounding the white and blue painted corner. Your sight grazed over the area you saw the hat duck away to. Prepare for trouble and make it double, I guess. You ducked down behind a crate and peeked out the side.

There were two men, one walking over to the other. What are you doing out here? Besides being creepy, I mean. The one who had been watching you was pointing back towards Arthur and Uncle, he seemed to be interested in the little group. He was blond under the hat, the other guy looked grey with a bald spot. You assumed they were discussing the men sitting at the bench by how hush-hush they acted. Not that you’d be able to hear them from this distance, you could just tell by their demeanor. You could smell the suspicion from a mile away.

For a moment you debated what you should do. If they were willing to spy, who’s to say they won’t try and follow your tracks? You and Arthur would get blamed for sure. If they’re O’Driscolls, then that’s only add acid to the rain. You didn’t need any more issues than you already had. They were definitely packing, they might try to start something if you provoke them. How do I go about this? You certainly weren’t gonna take the chance of them following, which meant you’d have to be careful. Intimidate, but be smart about it, make them paranoid, make them nervous to not let it escalate.

With that choice in your mind, you quietly trotted down the steps once more. Once on the ground again you locked eyes with Arthur. You gestured over to the direction of the men and held up the number 2 on your fingers. He nodded in recognition. You pointed to your eyes, then to where the men are, and finally pressing your pointer finger to your lips. Watch. Them. Quietly. You turned and walked away, going around the backside of the hotel.

The blond one was now leaning up against a tree with the almost bald one pacing around. You interlaced the hook of your thumb into the front beltloop of your pants, walking with a bold impression in your step. The nervous one noticed your approach first and kicked the shin of the nonchalant blond to get him to do the same. You decided to take a friendly disposition initially, letting a smile spread across your face. You stopped a few feet in front of them.

“Hiya there, fellas. I don’t suppose I could ask y’all a few questions?” You slipped into the accent you and Javier used in conversation.

“We ain’t got no answers for no Van der Linde meater!” The blond hacked and spit at the ground in your direction. What the hell is a meater? “Now scram like the pigeon-livered fool ya are.” You kept eye-contact with him the entire time, not budging.

“Now, I’m just tryna be civil here, boys. And let me tell ya, my civility is a privilege, not a right.” You took a step forward, now only a little more than a foot away from the agitated blond. “I ain’t gonna ask anymore, I’m tellin’.”

“Go to hell before I send ya there myself.” He drew a small revolver from his holster, the barrel pressed gingerly into your belly. You were unimpressed.

“Wow, you must really be an idiot-“

“What did you just say?” The other butted in.

“I said he’s an idiot. Not only is he dumb enough to try and watch me, but it also seems he’s so stupid that he’s try ‘nd point a weapon at me with the Sheriff’s office just around the corner.” You lowered your voice. “Your escape rides are a lil far to be actin’ like you own the place, aren’t they?” They gave each other a worried glance after hearing you say that. “I just wanna know what gives you the nerve to be spyin’ on someone like me.”

“This here is O’Driscoll territory, boy.” The Friar Tuck looking one verbally spit.

“Well, excuse me, I don’t see your permits of established territory. Now I’m not sure you noticed this or not, but I got eyes everywhere. You see, friend, I’ve got a certain way with words, and got enough skill to get people to do as I ask. Try anything funny and I won’t hesitate.” You push the offending arm that held the gun away, he gave no resistance. “I’ll give you a word of advice, keep you eyes to yourself.” You reached up, plucking the hat off his head by the brim. “And don’t wear hats. You ain’t big enough for ‘em.” You took a few steps back, masking the cautionary nature of them with cockiness. “I’ll see you two around.” You put the black hat on the crown of your head and waved them off.

You could already hear both men huff from frustration as you left. You decided to cut into the alley between the hotel and another building.

“That was quite possibly the best outcome you coulda got.” The sound of his accent surprised you. Arthur was leaning his shoulder against a blue beam but was about a foot taller due to him standing on the hotel’s platform. “I’m actually a little impressed. Never seen an O’Driscoll give up so easily.” He tipped his hat. “Especially not when you’ve so thoroughly disrespected ‘em.”

“Well, you did say I oughta get a hat, yeah?” Your throat was glad to be rid of the way too below your octave voice you’d taken on.

“I did indeed. It ain’t quite right, but it’ll do for now. Except for the fact yer wearin’ it all wrong.” Arthur dropped down to one knee, which was even more surprising than when he spoke up out of nowhere. It was unclear to you if it was just all the contemplating you’d done of him previously or what, but his eyes looked more unguarded than you were used to. Clear and questioning, they were honest. You could feel the ghost of his hand take the top of the hat and move it forward so that the sweatband met the top of your forehead. “Much better.” He made what almost sounded like a sigh of relief.

“Oh, thanks…” Your voice came out softer than you meant for it to.

“Yer welcome. Now, let’s go check on Uncle. That old fool mighta drunk himself to death by now, here’s hopin’.” He stood to his feet and cracked his neck.

“Don’t be so hard on him, Arthur. He used to be the ‘one-shot kid’. Have a little more faith in him.” Your joke made him groan.

“Now you sound like Dutch.” You could practically hear his thoughts go ‘ew’. Together you walked back over to find a passed-out Uncle.

“Huh…Bill told me Javier and Charles are still here, you wanna go find them?”

“Eh, no, let’s just wait for the ladies. They’re usually pretty smart, but you can never be too careful.” You both took a seat on the shop’s wooden steps since Uncle was now sprawled on the bench.

“You’re very protective. You know that?” You asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. It’s not a bad thing either. Just something I’ve noticed. You care a lot.”

“It’s not-“

“You’re not gonna fool me, Arthur Morgan. I’ve gotten pretty good at reading people over the years. I personally think it’s a good thing.”

“Really?” You expected his inflection to allude annoyance, but it was rather sincere.

“Yeah. I’ve been around you guys for a while now and let me tell you, the macho gets old. That’s why I appreciate the calmer and more caring outlook you have. It means you’re reliable.” He went silent after your last comment. This made you think you may have overstepped and made him uncomfortable. You forced out a laugh to try and lighten the mood. “Sorry about that, I talk without thinking sometime-“

“I never thought about it like that before.” What? “You know you’re real strange, West.”

“That’s what I’ve been told.” This time the chuckle at the end was legitimate. “I’m used to it though.”

“Y’know, everyone’s real interested to hear more about you. Ya don’t say much about yourself, and when you do its all vague. You scared of somethin’?” You weren’t sure why his question shocked you initially, they said the same thing earlier.

“I don’t think scared is the right word.”

“Then what is?” There was a newfound dulcet way in his speaking. You pondered that question for a moment. You weren’t trying to get killed just because someone was nice to you.

“You all have been so kind to me, and I’m sure it’s frustrating to not know practically anything about me, but for safety’s sake, until proven otherwise, it’s best that I don’t say.”

“You got someone after you or somethin’? ‘Cause if you do, we really need to know what to look out for.”

“It’s complicated. The less you know the better. Besides, I’m too far gone and far too different for that to matter.”

“You really know how to be cryptic, don’t ya?” He scratched at his beard.

“I’ve been told that as well, yes.”

“In any case, you can trust us. I know they don’t seem like it, but most of them boys, and almost all the ladies, they’re real good listeners.”

“See what I mean? You care an awful lot. It’s actually really impres-“

“Arthur! James!” And elated voice called out. You looked to the right and saw Mary-Beth making small and quick steps toward you. Arthur picked a pebble off the ground and snapped it at Uncle, hitting him in the stomach with a light ‘pap’ sound and efficiently waking him from his alcoholic slumber. He let out a sudden yelp, and Arthur pretended he wasn’t the one who threw a small rock at him.

“By god, what are ya shoutin’ for, old man?”

“Something just hit me!” He squealed.

“Damn birds, amiright?” His words slurred through his accent. You didn’t respond to him.

“Hey Mary-Beth. What have you been up to?” You greeted her with a smile.

“That’s actually what I was comin’ over to tell y’all about! I found this big, fancy house and snuck in, pretendin’ to be a servant girl. It usually works.” She gestured with her hands. “Anyway, I heard some talk about the lady’s sister goin’ on a trip to some getaway vacation. A train full of rich bigwigs cruisin’ along the empty countryside at night to get to Saint Denis! To avoid the tides and all.”

“I don’t know about that, Mary-Beth. Seems a little risky.” Arthur was hesitant.

“Oh, come on, Arthur! There’s bound to be enough money on that train to keep us movin’, yeah?”

“I guess…Say, where’s Tilly and Karen at?”

“Oh uh, Karen picked up some drunk fella to try and rob, took ‘em to the hotel.”

“Why?!” You joined in.

“Seemed easy…She has been gone for a while, though. Oh! There’s Tilly right there!” You followed her line of sight and saw Tilly get pulled into the alleyway you came out of earlier. You couldn’t hear much from where you were, but she was clearly getting yelled at by a man you didn’t recognize. “That don’t look good.”

Help Tilly or Help Karen?

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“Yeah, he only punched me. He got it worse, trust me.” She smirked.

“Uncle, can you take the girls back to camp. I think that’s been enough adventure for one day.

“I saw Bill ride in earlier, should we get him too?” Tilly asked.

“I’ll check on him here in a bit.” Everyone agreed to going back and things seemed pretty chill. Then some random guy on a horse slows down next to the group.

“I…I saw you in Blackwater!” What?

“No, no you didn’t. Let’s talk about this here-“

“I’m getting out of here!” What the fuck is going on? His horse made a quick turn in the opposite direction.

“Shit! Uncle, get the girls out of here!” Arthur hopped onto the back of a ginger horse and chased after the mystery man. Someone in the distance yelled,

“Hey! That’s my horse!” but didn’t go after them or anything. You stood in complete bewilderment for a moment.

“What are ya doin’, son? We have to go!” Uncle snapped you back into reality.

“No, you all get out of here. I’m gonna make sure Arthur doesn’t get into any trouble.” You waved them off and jogged off to figure out where they might’ve gone.

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things i noticed/liked/thought while i was watching anastasia live ver 2.0

This past summer, I got the chance to go see Anastasia again and was lucky enough to see it with a whole new cast! At that point, Zach Adkins had become the principal Dmitry, Molly Rushing was Anya, Ken Krugman was Vlad, Max Von Essen was Vlad, Lily was Vicki Lewis, and the Dowager was Janet Dickson.

Details are below:

Act 1

Kelli Youngman did an extra twirl trailing behind the rest of the Romanov sisters

Dima sounds real pissed especially in the beginning of he song. He gave off a kind of old movie conman vibe with the attitude and accent in "A rumour"

Ken did some preening in "a rumour" when talking about hobnobbing with the Royals

Dmitry yells "WE'LL BE OUT.” in the attitude one would say, "BYE, WE OUT BITCHES”

My first crush ever was on the animated Dmitry solely because of that belt on "the biggest con in history" gave me chills every damn time. I was so pleased that Derek exceeded my expectations and I was always worried no one else could compare, but damn was I wrong because Zach did as equally well on that.

Instead of raising a chair in defence, Dimitry hides behind the couch he was lounging on.

Zach's Dimitry doesn't have the biting sarcasm of Derek's version, which is great. Who would want to watch the same performance after all? It's softer and he drawls his witty remarks which still have the same amount of sting as Derek's Dmitry who's remarks are quick and blunt.

Ken's Vlad does this over the top bow when he introduces himself to Anya.

Molly's version of Anya and Zach's version of Dimitry reminded me more of the dynamic between the two in the movie.

MOLLY'S VOICE WHEN SHE SINGS "In My Dreams” 😍😍😍😍

When Vlad teaches Anya how to walk properly, she sticks her arms and out and sort of bounces along which Vlad then mocks doing the flappy arm thing from “Paris Holds the Key”

Ken's Vlad adds a lilting tone to the end of some sentences giving them a touch of humour.

Anya's breakdown in “Learn to Do It” is not teary. In fact, it's the complete opposite. She is absolutely pissed off.

Vlad does a tsking sound when Dimitry tries to argue with Anya while she's angry.

When Dmitry steps on Anya's foot while they're dancing, Vlad looks so exasperated and says, “Just... just...just...” cue loud sigh.

When Anya kicks Dmitry's shin, a scolding voice.

The third time around he takes in a deep breath and counts in a higher pitched tone.

Dmitry looks so offended when Vlad says Russian was for common folks like him.

The Russian telephone that works line he chuckled for a long time before realizing oh fuck his boss didn't find that funny.

When Anya is brought in, MVE's Gleb doesn't use intimidation. He acts more like the good cop.

When he does realize who he's talking to. His demeanour changes and he stutters before dismissing the officers with a wave of his hand and a "eep" like noise (this is like the best I can describe it).

After he says it's the uniform and the office that make the bad impression, he proves it by plastering on a wide grin.

In the last refrain of “The Neva Flows”, Anya sings the refrain along with him playing the part of a loyal comrade who knows better now, except she stops when he sings, “The Tsar lies cold”.

The drunk guys aren't as excited when they tell that the Tsar is drinking his vodka in hell. Instead the sorta half mumble and sound tired.

Love the way James Peirce says, “Girrrrrrrrrlfriend” and how the group of them sway in a circle to look at Anya.

Molly chasing after those guys while screaming was adorable and hilarious.

In the beginning of “My Petersburg”, for the first few verses Zach sort of says-sings them, belts on the first “Petersburg” then goes in to full force singing into “I've bartered for a blanket/stolen for my bread”.

At the end of the first verse, he nods his head forward and tells Anya, “Come on.”

Zach growls the line “rough company” and holy shit i was shook.

Why did they cut Anya and Dimitry singing “You and I on the fly/just in time” I love it so much.

His response to Anya when she says that neither of them has a family is so earnest it hurts me. Derek's Dmitry says it hesitantly almost forgetting he's conned Anya into this, while Zach's Dimitry is softer and assures her that her family is waiting for her in Paris and I honestly don't which interpretation I like better because I love both of them.

The tone he uses when he tells Anya the object she's holding a music box is exactly the same when he tells her it's broken and that made the audience chuckle.

When Anya opens the music box, Dmitry throws his hands up, rolls his eyes in exasperation, and walks away when Anya opens up the music box on her first try. 'Of fucking course she got it open on her first try,’

When he asks her how she opened it, he sounds more curious than he does confused.

The seats we had this time were way closer to the projections on the wall and holy shit, they look even more magical up close that I wanted to touch them.

My sister teared up by the end of “Once Upon a December” because the song made her so sad and nostalgic at the same time.

Dmitry sounds so regretful when he tells Anya that they don't have enough to get out of Russia.

They drop a coin when Dmitry tries to give Anya back her money and for the rest of the scene and the next one, I kept worrying someone would slip on it.

When she talks about how stubborn Dmitry is she says the part about him being almost as stubborn like her in a somewhat bragging tone.

Molly's singing when during the little reprise of “In My Dreams” about the diamond is just absolutely gorgeous.

Man, Constantine Germancos and the rest of the ensemble singing “Stay, I Pray You” gives me chills everytime. Hearing it live is just so much more gut wrenching than the album. For the first stay, I pray you, he holds the word “stay” a little.longer and DAMN.

Anya rolls her eyes and gets up to walk around the train when Vlad says he loved the diamond studded watch more than Lily.

Lyrica Woodruff and Kristen Smith-Davies made a really an exaggerated motion of scooting over when Zach had one foot on the bench that got a chuckle out of a few people.

Anya slides off the top of the bench she's sitting on when the train comes to a sudden stop.

When the jump off the train the scene turns black, but for some reason this time the lighting from the two offices (Gleb's and his superior officer's, which was on stage right) made it bright enough that you could see Molly, Zach, and Ken hurry offstage

MVE's “Still” 👌🔥✔👌✔👌👌🔥✔🔥🔥🔥👌

When Vlad says that Anya will break his heart, he laughs it off. But when Vlad tells her how he'll never see her if she's accepted as the real Anastasia, the realization of his friend's warning hits him like a ton of bricks.

TBH, a little disappointed Dmitry didn't bound offstage like a young goat, he just ran.

Molly's smile is absolutely radiant when she finishes “Journey to the Past”.

Act 2

Vlad's shaggy beard is gone when they change into their fancy Paris clothes.

Zach is a much better dancer than Derek. The boy's talent lies in his voice not his coordination while Zach seems to be a better balance between vocal power and dance.

The look Anya and Dmitry shared as they circled each other was goddamn magnetic and when he offers a hand to dance and she gets twirled away by someone else the look on his face is so disappointed that it wrecked me.

Molly's “Crossing a Bridge” is so full of hope it makes me emotional. Her voice singing that song is so pure???!! Like that's the only way I feel describes it correctly.

I don't remember if Christy did this, but when Vlad announces he's going to try find Lily, Anya reaches up to neaten Vlad's bowtie in a good luck gesture of sorts.

Vicki Lewis' Lily is not as comedic as Caroline O'Connor's. She has much more serious and drier humour, which perfectly compliments Ken's Vlad.

The best way I can describe it is Vicki's Lily is basically a Vodka Aunt ™

This Count Leopold is less slimy more pompous.

MBP's Dowager is full of grieving and sadness while Janet's Dickson's is tired and bitter. Also the way she drags the word “Cleaveland” with disgust was pretty funny.

The way she sings “tell them/no more” she really puts emphasis on the “no more” which makes her sound so defeated.

At the entrance of the Neva Club, Lily says this to the doorman after greeting her a good evening: “The only good thing it means there's one day less.” She then laughs and says she's being Russian and with a deadpan expression and tone she looks out to the audience and says, “I love life.” which is such a big mood.

When everyone is passed out at the Neva Club during “Land of Yesterday”, Vicki's Lily is dancing and drinking from an empty vodka bottle without hands before she wakes them all up by belting a high note.

When Lily and Vlad go outside to talk and she acts cold to him, she very purposefully drops her handkerchief and Vlad rushes to pick it up.

During “The Countess and the Common Man” when Lily says she loved him, Vlad pauses for a few seconds looking for the right words to say before hesitantly replying, “You loved me,” which got a chuckle out of the audience.

The two really drew out the part where they're exhausted. Vlad was finding his pulse while Lily took a breath and stretched.

Ken and Vicki really went at it. Like she straight up was feeling up his butt.

The part where he belts “the Common Man”, Vicki wrapped herself around his leg which made them look like the cover of bodice-ripper harlequin novel.

MVE's reprise of “Land of Yesterday” The man has a voice like velvet.

When Dmitry rushes in to reassure Anya, he sounds so genuine and honest. It's clear he's head over heels in love with her and he's forgotten the whole thing is a con.

After Dmitry sings his part in “In a Crowd of Thousands” Anya scoots a little closer to him when he sits back down at the bed.

BOTH MOLLY AND ZACH'S VOICES IN THE SONG MY GOD, IT MADE THE AUDIENCE FELT LIKE THEY WERE INTRUDING ON A PRIVATE MOMENT.

So when Anya sings that young Dmitry was “not too clean”, Derek used to act jokingly offended but Zach's Dmitry is just so enraptured by Anya telling her side of the story he's just smiling at her the whole time like wow pro tip get yourself a zach's version in Dmitry who looks so lovingly at Molly's Anya cause that's true love.

That loving smile becomes a look of shock, confusion, and the slightest bit of hope when Anya goes, “And then he bowed.”

I LOVR THE WAY MOLLY SAYS, “You didn't have to. I remember.” It's not surprise or shock at the sudden memory. She says it like a fact. Water is wet, fire is hot, the sky is blue, and I remember the boy on the street who made me smile, it was you. It's been you all this time.

The rush towards each other, so utterly happy, but then Zach's Dimitry suddenly realizes what's he doing and freezes. He pulls away from Anya and that look on his voice is so similar to the look he had in PHTK when she gets spun away from him.

So I timed this as soon as they walked offstage, Zach had about 55 seconds to change while Molly had about 70 seconds to change.

Quartet of the Ballet, man. The lyrics are the same, but sung by different people who have different interpretations of the same characters is whole new damn experience.

Zach and Max's voices went really well together and I want a duet between them immediately.

In “Everything to Win”, Zach sings beautifully and then says "wHY PANIC NOW??” and resumes his lovely singing which got a chuckle out of the audience. Boi looked like he was gonna lose his goddamn mind.

When Anya comes out, he asks her in a hopeful voice, “What happened?” and her stoic facial expression turns into one of complete and utter betrayal and anger.

The confrontation between Maria and Dmitry is a totally different tone, because neither them holds back and basically yells in the other's face.

“I was hungry and desperate when I met you, but I wasn't dishonest. I hate you for that.” She says the last sentence so quietly you can almost miss it, but damn if that doesnt hurt I don't know what would because we've seen an annoyed, violent, and angry Anya. This quiet anger and betrayal is so much worse.

When they're back in the hotel and Anya is packing her things, she throws the doll Dmitry bought her and it falls to the ground. And when she's ripping Vlad a new one, she rips the medallion looking thingy from his suit and throws it on the ground.

Again, Janet's Maria is again tired and bitter and it really shows in the scene between her and Anya.

When Maria and Anya hug, Dmitry is in the background, the doll she threw away in his hand.

Just like in “Land of Yesterday”, Vicki's Lily belts a high note to silence the press in “The Press Conference”

The confrontation between Anya and Gleb is just so intense. He tries playing the good cop card again, when it's clear she won't fall for it, he becomes more clear with his threats.

I remember seeing video of Christy adding this move in The Neva Flows Reprise where she falls back into the chair and Molly does it as well, she backs up into the chair as if this conversation physically hurts her and pushes her back, defeated into the chair, head slumped.

When he demands one last time, who she is, we see the Anya we know and love return in full force. Her head and spine that was slumped straightens as she stares him down and walks toward right into his gun, proudly declaring that she is The Grand Duchess Anastasia Nikolaevena Romanov.

And it seems her confidence and courage in her identity weakens Gleb's. His hand shakes as he points the gun at her chest. He tries to point it at her head, but that just weakens his resolve and he crumples into the ground, dropping his gun. (If I haven't made it clear, I fucking love MVE's interpretation of Gleb)

The whole conversation between the two after this is softer and filled with quiet understanding and regret. And they part as comrades both knowing the truth.

The way Zach's Dmitry says, "I don't want to be in love with someone I can't have," is so bitter like he believes that now that Anya is proven to be Anastasia he will never be worthy of her love, which he is 110% wrong.

Molly's Anya says the line about her first kiss with a prince like a fact.

When they kiss, Dmitry is shocked like his wildest dreams has come true before he realizes this is real and just gently kisses her back.

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