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blondeboyfriend · 1 year

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𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 (𝟏𝟖+)

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[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x f!reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Yet another repost. This was for @chaotic-nick's Zeke Week from last year! [ SYNOPSIS ] An art museum date takes a slutty turn. And it's fucking sundress season™️. [ WORD COUNT ] 1.8k [ CONTENT ] Public sex, exhibitionism, finger sucking, nipple play, biting, rough sex, hair pulling, impact play (spanking), creampie, pet names (pretty girl). Not beta read.

“Check it out,” you said smugly. “Another nondescript Roman goddess.”

You stood, arms crossed, in front of an 18th century statue from somewhere in France. It was made of weathered, white marble. Undeniably beautiful, but it was the sixth statue you crossed paths with that looked like that. Each with the same expression, only differentiated by accessories like deer and apples.

“You’re not impressed?” Zeke asked.

You could barely mask your whiny tone. “Of course I’m impressed. I’m just bored.”

“It was your idea to come here,” he teased, playfully hip checking you.

“I know. I know,” you sighed. “Are you riveted by all of this?”

“Not really, no.”

You looked him up and down, gazing at his broad shoulders. He was wearing a pale blue chambray button-down with the sleeves rolled up. It was haphazardly tucked into a pair of black, straight leg jeans. The denim hugged his long, toned legs. Zeke was significantly more intriguing than any statue.

“You know what would be riveting?” you asked.

“Hm?”

“Fucking me stupid. Right here, right now.”

Zeke’s grey eyes widened and he nervously cleared his throat. Almost as if he was trying to cover up what you had suggested even though it was obviously too late. You had already put the notion out in the atmosphere.

“There’s people,” he choked out.

“I know. Isn’t that exciting?”

“That is not the first word I would use—”

“Hush,” you said, holding your finger to his lips. “Have you ever fucked in public?”

“No. I was a virgin when I met you. You know the full extent of my sexual history.”

“Then let me be your first public fuck. I'm a perfect candidate. C’mon. You know I’d never lead you astray.”

His cheeks were pink, clearly titillated by your suggestion. You reached up and stroked his freshly shaven cheek.

“You’re thinkin’ about it.”

“What’s your point?” he asked, scratching the back of his ear.

“Live a little,” you said, mirroring his previous hip check.

Zeke looked around, eyes full of trepidation. You could tell he was weighing his options. You found yourself unconsciously crossing your fingers. Your craving for his cock felt innate and primal.

“Alright,” he said, draping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you close. “But not here. Let’s go a little deeper in and find somewhere with less foot traffic.”

You grinned like an eager idiot, more than happy to compromise. The two of you strolled down the hall passing by exhibits on grandiose Rococo paintings and grotesque medieval depictions of Christ languishing on the cross. You walked to the furthest exhibit on Italian Mannerist art. The walls were painted a deep navy and the lighting was low and warm. Zeke paused to look at a painting of a swan-like, sinewy woman flanked by the most bizarre looking angels you had ever seen. You latched onto his wrist and pulled him into a corner.

“Is this better? Do you feel safer?”

“I didn’t feel unsafe before,” he scoffed. “I just didn’t want to get caught with my dick out. That’d be humiliating.”

“Or hot.”

“Maybe to you. It’s not your dick.”

“Yes, it is,” you said, palming his semi-hard cock.

Zeke swallowed hard. “I know,” he admitted.

“You know what?” you asked, playing coy.

His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you close to his body. He radiated warmth.

“That my dick belongs to you… and only you,” he murmured as he slipped his hand under your dress. He cupped your ass with his rough palm.

You started to unbutton his jeans while gazing into his grey eyes, his pupils dark and dilated. Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest. As confident as you were, there was still a nervousness that left your stomach fluttering. You didn’t hate it though. It reminded you that this was exciting, that this was new and risky. You quickly glanced over your shoulder making sure no one has slipped in to look at paintings of overgrown Christ Children. To your utter pleasure, Zeke and you were the only souls around.

“Such a smart boy.”

You reached up and cradled Zeke’s face in your hands. He gave you a small smile before tenderly kissing you. His lips were soft as they brushed up against yours. His movements were small and controlled, and you struggled to stay on his level. You didn’t want tenderness, not now. Now was the time to embrace ferality. To fuck like debauched beasts.

You pressed your crotch up against him and bit down on his bottom lip.

“Hey!”

You shut him up by kissing him with the intensity you craved. Your tongue hungrily sought out his. You couldn’t help but moan a little as your cunt rubbed up against his jeans. Your underwear did little to subdue the friction.

Zeke’s hand crept up your back before stopping at the base of your skull. His fingers threaded through your hair. He held his hand there for a moment, luring you into a relaxed state. It wasn’t particularly hard to do. You were so focused on your wet cunt grinding up against his thigh. He waited a few seconds and then gave your hair a tug. You squealed with delight.

“So you want it rough, huh?”

“Yes,” you moaned, voice teeming with desperation.

He unfastened the first few buttons of your dress, exposing your chest. He nipped at your neck, leaving behind a trail of kisses down your sternum. He pulled your dress down and nibbled the soft flesh of your breast. You groaned as he caught your nipple in between his teeth.

Zeke swirled his tongue around your nipple. One of his hands was still twisted up in your hair, pulling your head back. His other was pressed against the small of your back. You stared upward, eyes glazing over as he sucked on your breast. You mindlessly rutted against his thigh. Your underwear were soaked.

“Want me to fuck your pussy, pretty girl?” he asked, his breath hot against your breast.

“Mhm,” you replied feebly.

He released your hair from his death grip.

“Turn around.”

You turned around and faced the exhibit. Zeke positioned himself behind you and lifted up your dress. He peeled off your underwear, tossing them out of sight. He pressed his thick cock up against your bare cunt. You let out a little whimper as he dragged the tip along your folds, teasing you.

He reached around and gently grabbed you by the throat.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes!” you cried out in exasperation.

You waited for Zeke to slip his cock inside you, but for whatever reason he was hesitating.

“What’s wrong?”

Nothing, but silence.

“Are you nervous?”

“... No,” he said gruffly.

“You can do it, champ,” you snickered.

He let out an amused exhale and planted a kiss on the back of your head. He stroked your neck with his calloused thumb. You hummed blissfully.

Zeke guided his cock into your cunt. Your knees grew weak as it filled you up, stretching out your sensitive flesh. He groaned as his tender cocktip grazed your cervix. You tightened around his length, relishing in yet another one of his pained groans.

“Shit,” he mumbled as he bottomed out.

Your head grew fuzzy with pleasure. Everything was obscured by a sensuous haze. If it weren’t for Zeke’s hand around your neck, you might’ve fallen to the floor. Your body but a mere limp noodle. He must have known your grip on reality was tenuous at best because he slipped his arm around you and up your dress. He placed his palm on your lower stomach, letting his rough fingers play with your clit.

You twisted your hips slightly as he held you in place. You felt like you would burst if he continued to trap you on his cock.

“Zeke,” you whined.

“What?” he asked, playing dumb.

You huffed and muttered a few indecipherable swear words. Taking pity on you, Zeke began to thrust. The first torpedoed his cock into your cervix, a startling yet welcome sensation.

“F—fuck,” you whimpered.

He massaged your clit with the pad of his thumb.

“You feel so good around my cock,” he said through a clenched jaw.

“Yeah,” you mumbled mindlessly.

Your reply bore no weight, no meaning. Your only concerns were coming and making sure a family of tourists didn’t stumble upon the two of you.

He stopped rubbing your clit and lifted your dress up further, exposing your bare ass. He gave it a hard spank, sending a jolt throughout your body. Your skin felt electric. You were burning up.

Zeke’s thrusts grew sloppy and wild, showing little mercy on your cunt. His breathing grew faster by the second. You arched your back as he pounded his cock into you.

“Gonna… come,” he groaned.

You started to play with your aching clit as Zeke fucked a stream of cum into your cunt. In his usual form, he babbled your name as he came, moaning and rambling about how tight your pussy felt and how good you were at taking his cock.

His praise brought you closer to the edge, gradually breaking you down. He was able to find a rhythm once more now that the urgency of his orgasm was behind him. His thrusts were deep and methodical.

“That feel good?” he asked.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you recited like a prayer.

He brushed your hand aside and massaged your clit for you. The exhibit was overcome by the sounds of your cum-filled cunt getting fucked. You tried to swallow your moans, but it was losing battle. Every so often one would escape, shrill and pained. Zeke struggled to stifle his laughter anytime one was let loose.

“Not too loud,” he whispered in your ear.

“I can’t he—help it.”

He gracelessly forced three of his fingers in your mouth to shut you up. If you weren’t so close to coming you would have bit down on them.

Your body shuddered and your vision blurred, the whole room seemingly melted away into nothingness. You came so hard you felt as if your body was deteriorating in Zeke’s arms.

“You were right,” he purred, pulling his fingers from your mouth.

“About?” you asked breathily.

“About you being the perfect person to do this with,” he gushed.

He helped you fix your dress, fastening the buttons and smoothing out its hem. Neither of you could find your underwear and they were ultimately left behind. On your way out of the exhibit a gaggle of pastel-haired, old women stopped the two of you, asking you inane questions about the museum under the assumption that you two worked there. Your heightened anxiety made an awkward encounter, an excruciating one. Zeke and you politely blew them off; you had little to no desire to talk to anyone as warm cum dripped down the inside of your thigh.

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moondancer71 · 2 years

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Now all our memories, they're haunted

A In the Land of Gods and Monsters birthday drabble!

AN: Happy birthday @evax3! 🥳 Thank you for being such a kind, fun, and supportive friend in this fandom, along with sharing all of your wonderful fics and art! I’m so very glad to know you! I hope you have a wonderful day! This is just a little gift and I hope you enjoy it! ❤️

I made the edits in the MB 🤭🙈. Thanks to @youwerenevermine for helping me with finding a suitable Kit pic for the edit and also to @arielchelby for the quick beta read!

“Come on,” Jon said as he tugged on her hand, pulling her behind him as they made their way up the driveway leading to Winterfell. Jon had insisted that they leave his car at the gate and walk so that Dany could experience the sprawling ancient castle. So well preserved that you could imagine it looked the same centuries before.

It was early autumn and the light breeze was tinged with the last wisps of summer’s warmth. Dany paired her light blue linen dress with a denim jacket and brown ankle boots, her silver locks in a simple ponytail. Jon was dressed in a light pink button-down shirt, the sleeves rolled up his toned forearms and the top three buttons left undone; he paired it with dark denim and black boots.

The golden sun streamed through the large oak, soldier pine, and sentinel trees that lined the path leading into the Wolfswood. The leaves that filled the trees and those that sprinkled the ground were an array of deep yellows, greens, and browns.

Dany stilled when she saw the castle come into view. The cold, deep grey of the stones that comprised the structure were a contrast to the warmth of the surrounding landscape. The direwolf statues that framed the door, their mouths opened in a fearsome snarl, served as a warning to those who passed the threshold of the power of House Stark.

Jon stopped and turned to face her. “Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked as he gently squeezed her hand.

“I’m nervous,” Dany whispered, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“You have no reason to be. Arya and Robb are excited to see you again. In fact, I should be worried about what they’ll say to you about me,” he laughed.

Her eyes flitted between Jon and the door. “It’s meeting Ned and Cat that worries me.” Dany never had much of a family growing up. Her mother, Rhaella, died in childbirth and in the years that followed, Dany lost her father Aerys, and brothers Rhaegar and Viserys. She was the last Targaryen in the world. However, being with Jon offered the hope that she might not only build a family with him, but also with the Starks.

At the mention of their names, Jon’s smile fell and he averted his gaze toward the Wolfswood.

“They do know I’m coming, right?” Dany queried, trying to keep her tone calm.

“No. I didn’t tell them,” he replied, his eyes still trained on the trees.

“What do you mean you didn’t tell them?” she growled, pulling her hand from his.

Jon turned to her, his brows knitted in a frown. “I’ve told you before, my relationship with my family, especially Ned and Cat, is complicated. They are wary of new people and outsiders.”

“Jon,” she sighed. “This is not how I wanted to meet your family, showing up at their front door unannounced like this.”

“Trust me, Dany. It’s better this way,” his eyes soft, pleading.

She huffed, exasperated. “Well, nothing can be done about it now. But… what if they don’t like me?”

Jon grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against him, their chests flushed, his arms wrapped around her waist while hers moved to his shoulders. “Impossible. You are beautiful, kind, intelligent, and have a good heart,” each word punctuated by a kiss on her cheeks and mouth. “You’re one of the best people I’ve ever met, Dany, and they’ll come to see you for who you are.”

“Thank you,” she said as she tucked an errant curl behind his ear. The way the sunlight danced across his face, his eyes slightly crinkling from the bright rays, he looked so light and carefree. “This is just so important. Meeting your family in this context– the context of you being someone I love and want to spend the rest of my life with and if they don’t like me then–”

He silenced her with a kiss, his tongue softly stroking against her own. When he pulled away, he rested her forehead against hers. “Darling, I got you,” he whispered, his warm breath fanned across her lips.

Suddenly, she heard a tapping against her window. The memory faded before her eyes like the frayed edges of old photographs, the images only a faint silhouette in her mind.

Dany turned to find Jon standing beside her car, dressed in a grey polo and black slacks, likely having come from a lecture. At first glance he looked much the same as he did three months ago, yet she could see a sense of heaviness in his eyes.

She took a deep breath, to ground herself in the present, before she rolled her window down.

“Daenerys. Have you been here long?”

“Uh no. I’ve only arrived a few minutes ago.”

“I spoke with Ned before I left campus. He’s waiting for us in the library.”

“Well, we wouldn’t want to keep him waiting, would we?” she said with a roll of her eyes.

Jon didn’t reply, only turned and entered the code on the keypad. “Ladies first,” he said with an upturned hand as the gate opened.

As Dany made her way up the path, she pushed past the memories still haunting and lingering about the grounds.

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lgwifey · 1 year

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CAPTURE PART TWO

noel gallagher x platonic!fem!reader

Summary : A bit of y/n being dragged out by Liam.

A/n : it's so short, but i've got no ideas, i'm ill and it's 1:08 am <33

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PART ONE

"I'm going to get murdered if my mum finds out. I'll be plain, cold dead Noel !"

The older boy just rolled his eyes and threw a dress at her. Y/n gave him a confused look, wondering where the twenty year old man got the teenage girl's clothing from.

"It's off one of Liam's friend's sisters. You'll probably meet her tonight, she's the only one with a braincell in that entire group."

Y/n just gave a nod before waving Noel to leave the room so she could get changed. Once he had left, she unzipped her bag which had been thrown onto Liam's bed. The duffle which was usually stocked with hockey or netball outfits and supplies had been refilled with a pair of new, navy gazelles, a can of dedrant, a makeup bag and a hairbrush. She quickly fixed her face, deciding lash minute to drag some messy eyeliner and silver chunky glitter around her eyes. The hairbrush was dragged through her damp hair, the locks being even more tangled from the gorgeous Manchester weather.

After about half an hour, y/n ran out of the bedroom and the the bathroom across the hall to de-sweat herself and spray a ton of deodrant. She swore she was going through a can a week with her mother's sports layout.

Checking outside the door, y/n found the hallway to be cleared of any Gallagher boys and therefore quickly rushed back into Noel and Liam's bedroom to carry on getting ready for what had been refered to as "her only chance to get an actual life" by Liam. She bedroom door was accidentally slammed such, causing her to cringe as she swapped the sports bra for a black push up bra. Simple but cute in her mind. The short black dress borrowed from one of Liam's friends was then pulled ontop and her adidas where slipped on, white ruffled socks poking out ontop.

She'd been left for just over fourty minutes before she returned to the livingroom where she found Liam slouched on a couch watching some old football game, y/n assumed that the light blue little men running around where Man City.

"Bonjour William."

"Alright Chips."

Her cheeks flamed up pink at the greeting. Noel wasn't supposed to tell anyone that story, especially not his half decent looking younger brother !

"Urm, so when do we need to leave ?"

"Oh not for ages, not got a clue why r' kid got you to get ready so early. Then again, i suppose most birds take ages."

He drew out the 'a' in ages, making the slightly younger girl giggle.

"You've got like, another three hours Chips, oh and pre drinks are in the kitchen. "

Y/n just gave a nod before pushing herself off from leaning against the doorframe and exiting to the kitchen, where she assumed Noel was becoming friendly with a bottle of somekind.

After leaving the Gallagher's house, y/n found herself being dragged around by Liam. Most if the time he had his hand wrapped round her's, and when it wasn't, he had a grip on the back of her dark grey denim jacket.

Before meeting his friends on the corner, she'd had a speech of 'i have to make sure your safe or r' kid'll kill me, so if anyone tried to give you any trouble just tell 'em that your with me, yeah. Oh and try not to talk to proper like.'

She just gave a haste nod and followed everything he did. Not only had she never really been to a house party, she hadn't really talked with people who she wasn't related to or who weren't in her class.

As they walked up to a small group of teenagers who looked the same age as her, maybe a bit older, Liam moved his position from holding her hand to throwing his arm over her shoulders.

"Aight fellas, this is y/n. Chips these are the biggest bunch of wankers you'll ever meet."

Liam had a grin plastered on his lips, causing her to smile and as the group introduced themselfs individually, she found herself becoming alot more calm than she was before.

They all simutainiously started heading down the street, not a word spoken, they just started walking. She followed Liam still, arm now around her waist, slightly under her jacket.

"Bet this is much better than that hockey team right."

She just gave a nod.

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daystar-by-jacqui-natla · 10 months

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5. BENGAL COURT

LEAH DID MANAGE TO GET SOME SLEEP. SHE ONLY slept for five hours after the meeting with the Volturi. We waited for the morning to pass since the sun was out and shining. It was when the clouds covering the sky were when we travelled to the crime scene. We did hunt down animals to keep our thirst under control but when we do get thirsty at some point in the city, we'll have to find rats (which was Mum's favourite animal to hunt). Leah had food before we left and Ethan also packed a few clothes for her in case she might change into a wolf in case of danger approaching us; they were packed in his grey backpack.

I was wearing black jeans with rips on the knees and a black leather jacket with a dark grey loose vest underneath it; my hands were in leather black fingerless gloves. My black Dr Martens boots splashed on the little dirty puddles, leaving small filthy droplets on them. I definitely need to clean them after this. The rest of my family and Leah wore casual clothing. Starting with the men. Dad wore a black trench coat with a black turtleneck sweater and black trousers and shoes. Simon had a grey single-breasted trench lapel coat with a black shirt and blackish-grey jeans and maroon boots. Joseph had on a brown leather jacket with a grey hoodie, dark denim jeans and black boots. And finally, Ethan wore a purplish checked shirt with a magenta sweater over it, dark grey trousers and blue Converse trainers. He also had a trench coat to match his trousers. Now for the ladies. Mum wore a black-sleeved top, denim jeans, black boots with small heels and a beige trench coat over it. Alana wore a black skater dress with a grey leather jacket and tights and grey Oxford shoes. Rhona had on double denim (jacket and trousers) with brown boots and fingerless black gloves. And lastly, Leah had a dark green hoodie with black leggings and white trainers.

The murky clouds churned ominously overhead, threatening the promise of a torrential downpour. London always was both the wide avenues and the backstreets, had so many faces and a few voices were heard around her. I had gone into town a couple of times but I never thought London was a bit advanced, and there was no doubt about it. From the innovative subway system to the beautiful architecture, it was a modern metropolis. Even though there were new buildings, London was still vintage. The winding streets and Victorian architecture were hard to ignore. And that was where we arrived at.

Bengal Court was covered with blue and white tape with POLICE DO NOT CROSS on the white background. The feeling in the air at the crime scene was foreboding, making it clear that something terrible was afoot. The blood - or what was left of it - was dried into the concrete floor as flowers were laid by the nearest lamp alongside teddy bears and photos of the recently dead Nancy Clarke. She was a pretty girl too. She had light brown hair and hazel eyes with smooth tan skin. In the photo, she was wearing a white blouse and denim skinny jeans.

It was sad to see the dead girl and yet I wondered if she would be happy being dead rather than living eternity as a vampire. And have everyone thinks you're dead. That made me wonder a lot.

"There's no way a human is capable of this," Joseph was first to speak since arriving.

He was right too. We had heard stories from different people about how she died. More specifically, how she was founded. She was founded with blood draining out from her stomach with her rib cage completely broken as if she was crushed by a giant boulder. Her face — not youthful tan anymore — was gaunt and her eyes stared blankly into space, looking like she was tired.

"And they said that the victim is the seventh person who was killed," Simon commented. "Why didn't the Volturi do something about it when they were here?"

"I don't know, Simon," Dad replied, shaking his head. "I honestly don't know."

As they discussed, I spotted something glimmering on the crime scene floor. It looked like some kind of jewellery - a ring or maybe an earring - that was left behind with only a small crimson dot on it. I patted Dad's shoulder and he looked at me.

"What is it?" Dad asked.

I pointed to the crime scene, at the glow. "Something is shining at the crime scene."

Everyone glanced at the crime scene and Dad, after spotting it, fixed his gaze on the glow and his right arm bent into an angle. His fingers danced, his hand turned and the glow began to rise from the floor. It flew towards us and Dad gracefully caught it in his hand. It was a silver piece of a necklace, a heart-shaped piece with a black butterfly outline and a blue gem at the top. On the piece, two words were engraved in black: Little sis. I rubbed my heart piece necklace.

"Alana," he said and handed the piece over to her. "See what happened."

Alana took the piece into her hands and her thumbs and index fingers pressed against it. She stood still, her eyes widened and her lips pursed together. She was in complete focus, using her powers of clairvoyance. She froze for a few seconds until her golden eyes relaxed.

"I couldn't make it out," she admitted, shaking her head. "All I know is that she seemed to be viciously attacked by something."

"A vampire?" Rhona enquired.

"I don't know. She was tossing and turning, screaming in pain. Even vomiting out blood at one point."

"Well, we all know that it isn't a human doing it," Joseph said.

"Who or what could be doing this?" Mum puzzled. "We should step away from this."

We all agreed on this. Then, Dad spotted the alleyway and, with Mum holding on to him, decided to walk down there.

It took us less than five minutes to walk along the alleyway. The rained blacktop streets absorb the spring sunshine as if intent upon sending heaven's warmth back through my soles. The air was crisp after the night's rain. We skirted puddles and listened to the gutters dripping, keeping a watchful eye out as we moved onto the streets, not wanting to be surprised by anyone. But no one seemed to be out this time. Probably been advised by the news to not go out unless it was necessary. The snarling bull emblazoned above the doors would probably have looked more impressive at night, lit by garish red neon. But at this hour it felt more like a guard dog staring balefully from behind a gate, prepared to bite if I strayed too close.

I almost jumped.

A woman had tottered from a nearby doorway without noticing me. As I watched, she lifted her gaze, revealing a pair of ruby eyes. She moved her pale face and her brunette hair effortlessly swayed to the side. Her two-inch high heels, scarlet biker jacket and obscenely low cleavage all conspired to make my eyebrow rise. She was like a prude Victoria's Secret model.

"She's a prostitute," Alana whispered.

"Mum!" Ethan half-shouted as Simon watched on in shock.

"How can you tell, Lana?" Rhona asked.

"When a woman's breasts are on display, they want to come out to play," she explained herself.

I snickered. I never thought I would hear something like that from a vampire. I only could imagine them watching Alana in pure shock and horror at the same time.

"That's the weirdest thing I've ever heard in my life," Leah added.

"Just because we saw it, doesn't mean that —," Mum began to speak.

"Trust me," Alana interrupted. "I know one when I see one."

"Well, if that's the case, sweetheart," Simon said, looking down at her. "Why not ask her if she knows anything about the killings?"

"Sure thing, honey," Alana replied and walked towards the vampire woman; we soon followed her.

"So she was a wild cold one back then, huh?" Leah said softly to Ethan.

"Let's not go there," he answered, shaking his head as he felt embarrassed.

Alana stopped in front of the brunette and we surrounded her.

"Not a lot of passing trade at this hour?" Alana inquired meaningfully.

Not one hair on her brunette head moved out of place as she whipped around. She seemed to be surprised to see a bunch of gold eyes glaring at her. Either she never encountered any of them or was shocked to be visited by vampires at this time. Probably expected a woman or a smelly drunk to approach her; she visibly relaxed.

"It's early yet. Move along, goldie, you make the place look crowded."

Alana shared her smirk. "Have you worked in this neighbourhood for long?"

"What can I do for all of you?" she sounded more frustrated than before.

"We're looking for someone," Dad began. "A vampire named Joham? Do you know him?"

The vampire sighed and shook her head. "No, never heard of him."

"Okay. What about the killings that are happening around here?"

Her hand tapped while her arms folded. "Listen, goldie, I don't anything about this Dark Angel or the killings. If anything, you should check out a cult down the street."

"We're not here for—," Joseph spoke up.

"What cult?" Simon enquired, quietening him.

She jerked her head disdainfully, "The Cult of Astaroth," she replied plainly and without pleasure. "I heard some crazy stuff happening there. And there's a lot of trouble now, Member problems. Things need to lie quiet for a while."

"What sort of trouble?" I asked.

She regarded me carefully. "You don't hang out around here, huh, little goldie? No one knows why, or how. I did hear someone say it was the Dark Angel, but who knows for sure? Astaroth's people... Very messy business."

I didn't miss the way she shuddered. It was small, and she tried to hide it, but it was there. Her eyes, darkened as if they were eyeshadows, narrowed as she took us in, perhaps for the first time. "What do you want to find Joham and who's responsible for the killings?"

"I was asked by old acquaintances," Dad winced inwardly. "Someone brought up that name during a trial and then... asked us for help."

She sighed and leaned against the wall. "Tell you what, I know a guy who knew the leader of the cult, many years ago. Name's Alistair. He does have a distaste for him. He hangs about in Hampstead Heath especially under weather like this," she shook her head but was smiling, "He's not the social type, but you never know, might be worth a shot."

I remembered meeting Alistair for the first time. She was right about him not being social.

"Better than anything we've had so far," Alana muttered, noting down 'not the social type' for a later time. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Rebecca," she replied, already rummaging in her bag. "Everyone knows me around here. But you watch out, goldies. The cult's a psychotic operation, and these members would do anything for him."

"How so?" I pressed, wrinkling my nose.

"He owes his years of dealing with humans to his innate power to influence the decisions of those around him." She must have noticed my scepticism showing through because her smile gained a Cheshire cat's smugness. "He can easily change the decisions of his targets, make them make the choice he chooses. I don't know if he controls the mind head-on, or if he has an extremely persuasive effect on his targets."

"He can manipulate decisions?" Joseph's words skipped out automatically.

"That's what I'm saying," she sounded annoyed. "He makes the final choice in the end, regardless if they're vampires or humans."

Come to think of it, maybe this cult might have something to do with it. Maybe this leader's ability might have been the reason for all the killings. Yet, I didn't understand how this got something to do with Joham.

Rebecca shook her head in concern. "Yeah, you be careful, goldies. There are a lot of sickoes loose on the streets!"

"Yeah," Alana replied vaguely.

"That's okay. Some of us like it that way!"

Whatever floats your boat.

Before we could say our farewells, Rebecca's nose flared and her pale face crumbled like a piece of paper. "What's that rotten smell?" She asked, her tone disgusted. Then, she spotted Leah, with her hood up. "Take a shower," she said in a harsh tone.

Leah growled at her remark.

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Blue=Sally Face/Sal

Pink=Lyra/Lizzy

White=Claire(interviewer)

Orange=Larry

Green=Travis

Red=Jake/Sal's cellmate I made up

Italicized=Past

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The Interview

[Exclusive Cut]

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You spoke with a great fondness about your friend, Ashley. I understand that you two were very close. You even considered her one of your best friends, along with Larry Johnson and Todd Morrison, is that true?

…Yes…

Have you seen this?

Claire shows Sal a newspaper. Part of one of the articles is circled in red ink: ‘Prosecutor will call Ashely Cambell to testify against The Sally Face Killer.’ A single tear from Sal falls on the paper. Sal crushes the paper.

Many people are curious, was there anything more between you and Ashley? A romantic relationship, perhaps?

No. Ash was just a close friend. I was interested in someone else…

And who would that be? Could you tell us about them?

Lyra Roxley…We always called her Lizzy.

Last I heard you haven’t mentioned anyone by that name in any police interviews.

She wasn’t around enough for it to matter.

Did she know about the supposed cult? Or about the ‘bologna incident’, as you referred to it?

…Yes. She knew. She knew everything. She left all that to Todd, Larry, Ash, and me, though. We would tell her about it, but she never actually tried investigating it herself.

Can you tell me more about her? When did you two meet? How did you meet? What was she like?

We met in junior year of high school…

“Fuck! I’m gonna be late!”

She was always breaking one rule or another. Whether it was speeding through the school halls on rollerblades or not following the dress code, she seemed to break every rule there was aside from blowing up the school within her first week. I think about the moment we met every day…

“Woah-shit!”

Travis had tripped her while she was rollerblading through the halls. She crashed right into me. I remember watching her flip off Travis before making sure I was alright. I didn’t hear anything she said at first, it was all a blur, and not because she had just crashed into me.

“Hellooo! Dude, you good?”

Her eyes were black, not a really dark brown, straight black. Her hair was unruly, had a mind of its own and moved however it wanted, even if she was sitting still. She had naturally blonde hair, but she dyed the back black and bleached the front. She always had two raccoon tails on either side of her fac-

I’m sorry, raccoon tails?

They weren’t real raccoon tails. She dyed lines of black into large sections of hair next to her face. She always called them raccoon tails and I picked up on the habit.

Ah, I see. Go on.

Right. She wore these big, round, wire-framed glasses that made her eyes look bigger than they should’ve, but in a cute way. She had a couple of piercings; a septum nose ring with spikes on it, a lip ring on each side of her bottom lip with spikes on them, and a double eyebrow piercing. She always had bags under her eyes, but her energy never matched them.

“Woah, dude. What happened here?”

“I couldn’t sleep so I turned my room into one big booby trap and now I can’t move… Wanna spend the next three hours trying to disarm it so I don’t blow up the apartments?”

She always dressed up for anything, even if she was just staying home. Her entire wardrobe was just black and red. Maybe a few denim jackets or vests, but they were mainly covered in patches she made or metal spikes she painted. All her pants were ripped and I don’t think I ever saw her in a shirt that didn’t have at least one hole in it. No matter what she wore, she always had this one light grey beanie on. For some reason, everyone in our little friend group wanted to steal it. No one ever could.

Larry peaked over the armrest of his couch, staring intently into the kitchen to make sure Lyra had her back turned before he executed the perfect plan. He signaled to Sally, who was waiting in his doorway for said signal, and the blue-haired boy immediately left the room, walking right to the kitchen.

“Hey, Lizzy?”

“Yeah, Sally Face?”

“Can you grab me a glass? Larry always puts them too high for me to reach to fuck with me.”

“Hehe, sure.”

As Lyra turned her back to reach into the cabinet and grab the glass, Sal signaled to Larry. Instantly, Larry leaped out from the behind the couch and raced over to Lyra, snatching the beanie off of her head…only for another one to be pinned to her hair underneath. She whipped around and faced Larry, pointing an accusing finger at him with a bright, ecstatic expression on her face.

“HA! I knew it! You can’t beat me Lar-Bar!”

Did you ever find out why she wore it?

…

Sal?

She was strong, too. Not physically. More like mentally. Some of the things she told me from her childhood…I still don’t understand how she survived it all. I can’t count the number of times she was beaten up by Travis and his gang. Yet, somehow, every time she just got back up and went on with her day. Larry always said she was a different person during the fights. I never believed him. Not until I witnessed one of the fights myself…

“Hey, freak! Why don’t you run on back to hell and leave us all alone!”

“Dude, I’m just standing here. Am I not allowed to just stand?”

“You got a problem, freak?”

“Yes, several. Would you like me to list off the mental ones or the physical ones first?”

“Lizzy, just leave it be. He won’t-”

“I got this, Sal. Don’t worry about me.”

“Hey! Are you even listening to me!?”

“Didn’t you just say you wanted me to leave you alone? Geeze, dude. Get your priorities straight.”

“Why, you-!”

Lyra wasn’t expecting the first hit, but that didn’t stop her from staying on her feet. Her hand slowly rose to her nose, feeling just beneath it as the blood began to flow. She pulled her hand away and started at the blood on her fingers. Then her eyes met Travis’ and a sinister smile grew on her chapped lips.

“You wanna dance, pretty boy? Let’s fuckin’ dance.”

So, you’re claiming she enjoyed the fights? That, perhaps, she sought them out on purpose?

She never sought them out on purpose, but if it seemed like one was about to start, she wouldn’t do anything to stop it. She definitely enjoyed them, though. She would smile and laugh like a maniac during them. At first, other people would laugh at her, too, mocking her. But the longer the fights went on, the more people realized that she wasn’t laughing to ease her nerves or act all confident. No, she was laughing because she liked it.

Liked what?

The pain. During the fights, she would lick the blood off her face, didn’t matter if it was her’s or the other person’s. She reveled in the fights. She didn’t even seem to notice there was ever a crowd. I’m pretty sure that from her perspective, it was just her and her opponent.

What did she do if someone else got into a fight?

Depends on who it was. If it was people she didn’t know or didn’t care for, she didn’t bother joining or even crowding around it like the other kids did. If it was one of her friends, like Ash, Todd, Larry, or me, she’d go batshit if she had to.

She was defensive of all of you?

Yes. Very.

Do you know why?

No. She always avoided the question when any of us asked. We tried telling her not to worry about us, that we can hold our own, but she always said-

“No…Not against this…”

-and we never knew what she meant. She was always quiet when she said it. It felt like the air around us dropped to freezing and like we were being suffocated. She always left shortly after those interactions, making up an excuse she knew we wouldn’t believe, but we knew better than to ask. The suffocating feeling and the cold would go away a few seconds after she left.

Can you tell me more about your relationship with her?

I guess. There’s not much to talk about. We became friends in junior year and remained friends for a few years. She had told me she loved me on the night of the…incident.

Lyra couldn’t stop biting her nails, picking away at the black polish. She had been video chatting with a friend from her old town when she told them about her years-long crush on Sal. They had convinced her to confess to him, and so she threw on her skates, kissed her dogs and cats goodbye, and started towards Addison Apartments. However, in her excitement to finally confess, she never thought about how she would confess. That resulted in her stalling for a long time, going so slow on her skates that the sun had fully set and the moon had taken over the sky. Still, before she knew it, she was on the sidewalk leading up to Addison Apartments. Sal was standing in the doorway, eyes wide and horrified as he stared at her, blood on his clothes and the weapon in hand.

Sal…?

You didn’t respond?

How could I? I didn’t have time to explain to her. The police were nearly there. She ran once she realized where the sirens were headed.

If all she said was your name, how do you know she was going to confess?

Um…she dropped a note when she ran. I had just enough time to look down at my feet where it had fallen and read it before I was arrested.

What did it say?

I don’t remember all of it, but I do remember one line. ‘I swear on my life and the River Styx, you are my Sun, and I am Icarus’.

Where is she now? Do you know?

…

Sal?

…

Mr. Fisher, can you answer the question? Where is sh-

She’s dead.

…

…Are we done here? I believe I have a trial to get to.

Yes. We are done here.

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So…

What, Jake?

How did it actually go down?

How did what actually go down?

That girl you talked about in the interview. How did she really confess.

How do you know about that?

They aired it after your trial. Todney convinced the guards to let us watch it. So, what really happened that night.

If you saw the interview, then why are you asking?

Because you lied.

…

Don’t try denying it. You said she wasn’t prepared to see you when she left, but she somehow had a love letter with her that she just so happened to drop at your feet even though she was at the very end of the sidewalk?

…

I doubt she’s dead, either. You hesitated before saying that, but not in a ‘I don’t want to face this again’ way. You hesitated in a ‘fuck, I need to think of a lie fast’ way. So tell me. What really happened that night?

…

Come on, Sally. We’re alone in our cell and I’ve got a life sentence. No guards, no cameras, no one to spill this to the news. So tell me. What happened?

…She didn’t confess to me that night. She knew what I was going to do and was trying to stop me in time. She was going to do it herself but she was too late. She tried to stay with me, but I wouldn’t let her stay. I told her to run. To leave me and never look back. That’s when she hugged me and said the Icarus thing.

So you guys already knew you liked each other before then? Were you like, partners in crime or something?

Heh, funny you say that. We used to have this thing we’d say all the time, just us. One of us would say-

“Partners in crime-”

And then the other would say-

“And trouble til the end!”

That’s adorable. It makes me want to throw up. So, if she didn’t confess that night, when did she?

That’s a bit of a long story…

And we got nothing but time.

You won’t believe me.

Who has up to this point?

…It happened during the last week of our senior year of high school. It was her, Larry, and me all in Larry’s room. We were hanging out for a while, but we were all very tense about finals and having to study and what we were going to do after school was over, there was just a lot of stress and nowhere for it to go. Larry had tried stealing her beanie again…

“Come on, dude! We don’t care if your hair is all messed up, just let me see!”

We had all been drinking, especially Larry, so we were all a bit more on edge than we would have been otherwise, and I think that’s why things ended up the way they did…

“Larry, stop! You don’t do this shit to Sal!”

“This is just your hair! Why won’t you let anyone see!?”

“Larry, dude, chill ou-”

“No! Since the moment we met her she’s been hiding it from us! What if it’s something to do with that stupid cult? What if she’s got a mic under there or some shit!?”

“Larry! You can’t just accuse her of-”

“You can’t just defend her because you’re in love with her!”

“Larry!”

“I don’t care! I’m done with this cult shit! I’m done with all of it! I’m getting to the bottom of it and if that means outing Lizzy as a spy, then damnit I will!”

“Larry, wait-!”

“Dude, stop!”

Lyra wasn’t quick enough to dodge, and the next thing everyone knew, her beanie was in Larry’s hand. The lights flickered and the CD that had once been playing music began spewing static. Larry’s feet were glued to the floor as he looked around frantically. The small bit of sun peeking through the curtains was washed out by swirling dark figures. Sal began to panic and backed into a corner as the figures engulfed Lyra. Larry stared on in horror, immediately sobering up as he saw the shadowy figures swirl around her. It was only when one zipped past him toward her that he was knocked out of his shock and started frantically stumbling backward, tripping over an empty canvas and joining Sal in the corner. Just as fast as it had started, it ended. The lights flickered on, the shadows dispersed, and there was Lyra, all the same…almost. Shadows shifted and danced over her head and behind her. The ones over her eyes wrapped around her head and resembled bandages. The ones over her mouth formed an ‘X’. The ones over her ears looked like scribbles you may see in a notebook. The ones on her back looked like four sets of wings, two smaller sets under the biggest ones and the smallest set right above the big ones. There was also a long, whip-like tail that trailed from behind her.

Woah, woah, woah. I thought that demon dude was a guy. And you said there was only one of him!

There is. If you let me finish the story it’ll make sense. Hopefully.

Okay, okay, fine. Keep going with your little fairytale.

Everyone was frozen in place, all out of fear. Lyra knew this was bound to happen, she just hoped it never would.

“L…Lizzy?”

She couldn’t say a word. So instead she jumped up from her spot on the floor and ran. Larry tried going after her, but when he left his room and saw a completely empty living room, and no doors left open that Lyra could have ran through, he started to panic.

“Fuck, man. This isn’t good. What do we do!? She just disappeared!”

“I-I don’t know! Where do you think she would’ve gone?”

“She always said Wendigo Lake calmed her down when she was stressed. Said she liked to swim there when it was nighttime.”

“It’s still light out, but it will be getting dark soon. You go check there and I’ll check the apartments. I doubt she left town.”

“Oh god, what have I done? Why couldn’t I have just left her alone!?”

“Worry about that later, Larry. We need to find her first and make sure she’s okay.”

“Right. Find her first…I hope that’s soon…”

We looked for her for hours, but couldn’t find her. We were so tired by the end of it that we just ended up crashing in Larry’s room together, hoping we’d find her the next day. Larry was out the moment his head hit the bed, but I couldn’t sleep. I was too worried about Lizzy. I needed to know where she went, if she was okay. I ended up going outside for a breath of fresh air. I was out there for maybe five minutes before I heard crying coming from the tree house Larry and I hung out in all the time. So I climbed up into it and…

“Lizzy?”

“Ah! S-Sally! I-I-fuck! You can’t see me like-I-I need to-”

“Don’t leave! …Please, don’t leave.”

“But…aren’t you mad? Don’t you want me to leave? I look like…him after all…”

“I don’t care about that right now. I just want to make sure you’re okay…”

“...”

“Lizzie?”

“I’m okay, Sally. Thank you.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. Um, do you mind if I sit next to you?”

“It was your’s and Larry’s treehouse before I came along. Do whatever you like.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

“...”

“I’m sorry…For what happened earlier.”

“What?”

“You know, the flickering lights and the CD static?”

“Oh, that…”

“Yeah…that…”

“What was that?”

“...The beanie I wear has a sealing and protection combination rune embroidered on the inside of it. As long as I’m wearing it, it hides the…shadowy parts of me…That’s what happens when it’s taken off unexpectedly…”

“...”

“I know you want to ask me, Sal. It’s okay. You can ask.”

“Are…are you related to the Red Eyed Demon?”

“Yes.”

“...”

“I’m his daughter. I was conceived after he became the demon. The cult had offered him one of their women so he could have an heir. When I was born with no physical signs of being a demon, he abandoned me and killed my mother. He didn’t care what happened to me, so the cultists shoved me into the arms of another cultist, a man named Taylor. He became my adoptive father and left the cult not even a few months later. We were on the run most of my life, but we didn’t have a choice… He died a week before I moved here. He had made the beanie for me when I turned ten and started to develop the shadows. I only had to wear it in public. When we were alone, I could have it off as much as I wanted. He made sure that I wouldn’t be ashamed of the shadows, but he also made sure I understood where I inherited them from, and why I had to hide them…”

“So…Your father is…the Red Eyed Demon.”

“...”

“...It was amazing knowing you, Sally. I’ll miss you a lot.”

“W-what? What are you talking about, you’re leaving?”

“Huh? No. I just…you don’t want to be around me anymore, right? I’m directly related to the very thing you have been trying to take down since you moved here four years ago! There’s no way you’d want to be around me anymore! …right?”

“Lizzy, I love you. You obviously don’t want your father to take over the earth. If you did you would have killed me and Larry and Ash and Todd and anyone trying to stop him by now. I trust you, Lizzy. You’ve stayed with us and believed us since you met us. Do you know how liberating it was to finally have someone believe us without needing proof? Though, now I get why you didn’t need any proof…”

“You love me?”

“Uh…ah, yeah. I did say that, didn’t I?”

“...”

“I understand if you don’t like me back. I mean, who in their right mind would?”

“...”

“It’s not like I’m like Larry. Muscular, handsome, normal…”

“...”

“Say something, damnit.”

“I love you, too.”

“...”

“Can I kiss you?”

“...Yes.”

So, this demon dude you keep talking about, that you want to kill, not only has a daughter, but you fell in love with said daughter?

In my defense, I didn’t know she was his daughter until after I realized I loved her.

Still, dating the daughter of a demon you want to kill is probably the biggest ‘fuck you’ you could give to the universe.

Maybe, but all I cared about at the time was finishing school. The cult had kind of gone to the background of my mind for the time being.

Hm…Question.

Shoot.

Why are you suddenly so willing to talk about this chick when you haven’t mentioned her at all til the interview?

I was just sentenced to death row. I’ve got nothing to lose. No one but the people that were there for it believe me. I doubt anyone will believe this, even if you tell anyone.

You don’t know that.

Do you believe me?

…

Exactly.

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#sally face #not canon #sally face x oc #larry johnson #ashley campbell #short story #kinda unfinished???#i fucking love this game so much #sally face spoilers

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NCIS: Los Angeles Season 13 Rewatch: “Where Loyalties Lie”

The basics: When military tech is stolen and its creator murdered, the team searches for both the killer and the tech.

Written by: Matt Klafter. This is Klafter's first solo episode. He co-wrote "Smokescreen Part II" and "A Fait Accompli".

Directed by: Tawnia McKiernan, who directed "Exchange Rate", "High Value Target", "Kulinda", "Assets", "Joy Ride", "The Frogman’s Daughter", "Can't Take My Eyes Off Of You" and "A Land of Wolves" (episode before last).

Guest stars of note: Anthony Alabi as Marine Master Sgt. David Maxwell, J. Anthony Pena as Manny Ortiz, Jessica A. Caesar as Ruby, James Martin Kelly as Seth Wilcox, Ann Hu as Jun Chen, Kristin Carey as Dr. Laura Nash, Bridger Buckley as Hunt and Tom Virtue as Dr. Hodge.

Our heroes: Search for really cool goggles.

What important things did we learn about:

Callen: Stayed at the bar apartment longer than he planned because he knew Kensi and Deeks needed the money. Sam: Worried about gang leaders and other bad actors getting their proteges into the military. Kensi: Seriously into her jeans and their management. Deeks: Seriously mourning the loss of the bar. Fatima: Saw Jordyn Rountree play the prior night. Rountree: Out. Kilbride: See Fatima.

What not so important things did we learn about:

Callen: Moving, again. Sam: Having dinner with Kam and her boyfriend Josh. Kensi: Wants their cars in their garage because it is safe. Deeks: Wants a mancave in the garage. Fatima: Thought the day went fairly well. Rountree: Probably recovering from seeing his sister play the night before. Kilbride: Thought the day only went fairly well because the technology is still missing.

Where in the world is Henrietta Lange? Like the tech in the episode, missing.

Who's down with OTP: Kensi and Deeks are talking mancaves and men who look good in jeans. All is well.

Who's down with BrOTP: Callen is lying to Sam about some strange phone calls but only because he doesn’t understand them either.

Fashion review: Callen is wearing a dark blue button-down shirt. Sam is in a long-sleeve black tee-shirt. Kensi works out in a tiffany blue athletic top and dark blue running tights. Working the case, Kensi wears a sand colored sweater with a white band, a gold band and a grey one the sweater. Deeks works out in a Navy blue sleeveless shirt and grey joggers. Later, Deeks has on a pink Henley. Fatima has on a green oversized (really oversized) jacket over a dark blue turtleneck. The Admiral is in a dark blue three-piece suit, light-blue dress shirt and medium blue tie.

Music: “Three Alley Cats” by Roy Hall is playing when the team decides to investigate the denim shop. “Back on Top” by Buffalo Nichols is playing in the background in Ruby’s Denim Shop.

Any notable cut scene: Nope.

Quote: Deeks: “I'm gonna sell the bar.” Callen: “You're selling the bar?” Deeks: “Yeah.” Callen: “Thank God. Deeks: “I don't... I don't think that you, um... Sorry. I don't think that you heard me.” Callen: “No, I heard you. Congrats.” Deeks: “Right, well, then, I don't... I don't think that you're fully understanding, because if I... if I sell the bar, it means that you got to find a new place….a new place to live.” Callen: “No, I get it.” Deeks: “It's just, it's a lot, and you-you don't seem very fazed by that.” Callen: “I've had a little bit of practice at this.” Deeks: “Right. Just out of curiosity, when's the last time you lived in a place this long?” Callen: “Never. In fact, I actually don't know how I made it work.” Deeks: “So why did you do it? Why did you stay?” Callen: “I thought you could use the money. I know things have been tight around here lately, and I figured at some point you and Kens would want to buy a house and start a family.” Deeks: “Thank you. Yeah. Of course.” Callen: “You would have... you would have done the same for me.” Deeks: “In a heartbeat. You know, uh, the house we bought, it's a two-bedroom, if you want to…” Callen: “Not a chance.”

Anything else: A tactical team of– they look military – enter a dark building. Using fancy night-vision goggles, the team leader moves into the facility with ease. The goggles give him not only the ability to see through walls but the goggles identify weapons used by the person on the other side of the wall. When one member of the team gets near the person behind the wall, someone pops up and shoots the two men moving forward. The shooter then says “bang.”

This was a training session. Other members of the team want to use the goggles but the team leader tells them they can use them soon enough. Dr. Nash, who is running this exercise, arrives. The goggles failed part of the test – the person behind the wall had a rifle but the goggles identified it as a pistol. They are running the test again.

Later that night, Dr. Nash is working in the facility when she hears a noise. She is looking for the Master Sergeant who was running the team to help her check around but he’s not there. Walking around the testing area, she sees what caused the noise – a dead mouse in a trap. Her relief is momentary, however, when she sees a man out of the corner of her eye. Warning him she’s called security, Dr. Nash is shot and killed.

Kensi and Deeks are working out their local park. Kensi is jogging and still has the bandage on her arm, Deeks is on one of the piece of equipment, making a Seabiscuit announcers call. Deeks is buttering up Kensi, literally, about her cooking skills. Seems Deeks wants to turn the garage into a mancave. Kensi wants the cars in the garage – it’s safer. Deeks does the financials about how much it costs to park their cars based on LA real estate prices. Kensi doesn’t want him to rebuild The Squid and Dagger in their garage.

Kensi shifts the conversation to talking to Callen. With the bar being sold, Callen has to leave. Deeks keeps checking his Magic Eightball for the perfect time to have the conversation but the outlook keeps saying no. He brings up how many times he used it before proposing and that just goes poorly. Deeks decides to talk to Sam before talking to Callen.

Finding Sam at his coffee spot, Deeks tells Sam about the best, and only, offer to sell the bar. Sam is surprised they are selling the bar. Deeks tells Sam that he and Kensi are lucky they had other jobs because COVID wiped out the bar. Thinking aloud, Deeks offers the bar to Sam, golden shark included, but since Sam doesn’t even own a house, why would he want a bar? The real problem is Callen – the new owners don’t want a tenant. Deeks suggests Sam, as Callen’s best and possible only friendly, break the bad news. Deeks even promises a year’s worth of free coffee from his coffee spot, detailing the Hellcat and a year membership to the Jelly of the Month club. “Deeks, relax. It will be fine, Callen is cool, just talk to him. He’ll understand.” Deeks will tell Callen.

At the office, an arriving Callen gets a phone call. His doctor is on the call about a follow-up appointment- a telemedicine call - two-weeks ago. Callen denies doing the call and the doctor wants to review his records.

In Ops, Fatima tells Callen, Sam and the Admiral about a call from ONI. They are interested in the murder of Dr. Laura Nash. Nash was leading a team developing short-range radar technology in goggles for the Navy. The only prototype was stolen when Nash was killed. Fatima calls the prototype “x-ray goggles on steroids”.

Callen asks about the team testing the goggles. They are Marines, Master Sergeant David Maxwell was the operator wearing the goggles. He’s worked with Nash for two years. Maxwell and the other Marines all have alibis that were checked by the local police, who also cleared Nash’s team of engineers. Nash was a single mom with a daughter at Penn. Her husband died when the daughter was seven. She brought up her child on her own.

All agree Nash was killed for the tech. Fatima thinks it would be terrifying to have that equipment fall into the hands of a mass-shooter. Callen, Sam and the Admiral are all more worried about America’s enemies getting the tech. They could reverse engineer the goggles and mass produce them. The Admiral is sending Callen and Sam to the boatshed to speak to Master Sergeant Maxwell. Kensi and Deeks are off to the crime scene while the Admiral wants Fatima to check into the engineers. NCIS can’t afford to have a single mass-shooter with the goggles, let alone an entire army.

In the boatshed, Maxwell tells Callen and Sam that Nash’s death is like losing a member of the team. While she wasn’t military, “she was one of us.” She wanted to give Marines an edge in the battlefield. As far as Maxwell was concerned, the goggles were ready to go but Nash wanted them to be perfect. Refused to sign off until every last bug was checked out.

Sam asks who will take over the project. Maxwell said he if he has any say in this, it would be Kevin Tyler, Nash’s right-hand man, “her clone.” Both were diligent, meticulous but Tyler was more personable. At the training warehouse, it was just Nash and the Marines. Tyler was back in their lab studying the data coming from the goggles. Another Sam question – who knew about the training warehouse? Maxwell says it was just the team. They kept a tight lid on the testing.

Calling Fatima into his office, the Admiral wants a report on the engineers. Fatima is still interviewing them, much to the displeasure of the Admiral. He’s seen “snails move through molasses with greater speed.” Fatima explains that she’s doing it alone, she’d usually be splitting this work with Rountree. Since Rountree isn’t here, Fatima is expected to get it done. Leaving the office, the Admiral asks if Fatima saw the game last night. She did – Jordyn Rountree won the game. The Admiral also saw the game and the two share a moment.

In the training warehouse, Kensi and Deeks are looking around. Deeks thinks if they ever hit the jackpot, he doesn’t want a mancave, he wants his own warehouse. He also checked out a window in the back. It was so caked with dust that there is no way the killer could have used it to gain access to the warehouse.

Kensi notes that the side door has no security cameras. There was a half-hour window where the killing could have taken place but a few of the Marines were hanging out in the parking lot near the side door when it happened. There is no way someone was able to sneak in with the Marines around. Kensi thinks the killer was already inside. If the killer came in when the test run was going on, nobody would notice them entering. They could hang around, kill Dr. Nash and steal the goggles.

Listening to his voicemail as he walks into the bullpen, Callen is gets another call, this time about a loan application he made. The loan officer is sorry, no loan, and sorry about Callen’s mother. Sam asks what’s going on and Callen goes with “robocall”. After getting the stink-eye from Sam, Callen promises he’s not looking for any of Hetty’s protégés (technically not a lie since he found one already). Fatima arrives. She spoke to everyone on Nash’s team except Kevin Tyler, who is a Navy Reservist. He didn’t show up to work – first missed day in five-years. Tyler was last seen in the office yesterday afternoon by a co-worker. He was leaving around 4PM. Sam thinks if they find Tyler, they may find the tech. LAPD got a call from a neighbor, Tyler’s door was left opened all night. Sam doesn’t see how someone who is diligent and meticulous would leave their door opened. Callen and Sam are on their way.

As they look around the warehouse, Deeks is dreaming out loud about the mancave and man-warehouse. Kensi knows he’s mourning the loss of the bar, she is too. But they have to focus their priorities on bringing a child into their lives. Kensi finds a spot she thinks would be the perfect place to hide. It has a perfect view of the testing area. The killer could watch the Marines call it a night and wait for Nash. Looking around the area where the killer likely hid, Kensi finds some loose threads.

At Kevin Tyler’s house, Callen and Sam go in when there is no answer to their knocking (and yelling “federal agents”). The house was ransacked – tipped lamps on the floor, dining room chairs on their sides. They are concerned Tyler met the same fate as Nash.

In Ops, the Admiral asks what is up on the big screen. It is the fibers from the threads Kensi found in the warehouse. It is raw denim. Kensi knew this because Japanese salvage was all she wore in college. The Admiral demands to know what is Japanese salvage. Deeks explains she’s talking about jeans. Kensi goes on a Deeks-like tangent on caring for and not washing her jeans – both Deeks and Fatima share a “gross” but Kensi goes on to explain freezing her jeans. The Admiral hates Los Angeles just a little bit more after this exchange. The jeans were new with a black overdye. Only one place sells those type of jeans in Los Angeles. Kensi wants to go jeans shopping. Deeks wants a new freezer.

Looking at Tyler’s home, there is no signs of forced entry – maybe he let the people who ransacked the apartment in before finding out their real reason for showing up. Sam finds some tattoo tracing paper in a frame – some people keep theirs after getting a tattoo as a memento. Callen thinks the tattoo should be the memento. Sam asks when is Callen going to final get a tattoo. Callen says maybe he already has one. Sam doesn’t believe him – there is no way Callen could keep something like that quiet.

Sam finds another tracing – this one has gang connections. The tattoo tracing is from 2008, Tyler was 16. It could have been an initiation tattoo. Looking around some more, while the place has been tossed, nothing is really broken, nothing ruined. In fact, it looks like Tyler’s clothing and suitcases are gone. People who break in to ransack the place don’t usually let you pack up.

Walking into the denim store, Deeks finds a leather jacket to his liking – something like Marlon Brando wore in the “The Wild One”. Kensi tells him to hang it back up after he does his Marlon Brando imitation. Kensi finds a great pair of jeans for $425. Deeks thinks she should get three-pairs of jeans for that sort of money.

Ruby, the shop owner, approaches Kensi and Deeks. She can get the jeans tailored for Kensi if she’d like. Deeks doesn’t like. Kensi and Deeks identify themselves. Ruby asks how she can help. Kensi shows the jeans where the threads came from. Ruby says they are her best sellers. Kensi asks for a customers list and Ruby complies. With the price of the jeans in the store, Kensi wonders if the person who stole the tech isn’t going to sell it, maybe they are going to use it to get some more money.

Calling Callen and Sam, Fatima explains the tattoo belongs to the White Kings white-supremacist gang in Venice, best known for dealing drugs and weapons. This seems impossible to Callen and Sam that Tyler would be part of that gang. Surely the Navy, his high tech company or the DoD would find out. Callen wants a list of all the known White Kings in Los Angeles – he wants to know who they’re dealing with.

Looking that Ruby’s customer list, most of the addresses are in Beverly Hills or Malibu. Kensi thinks they would appreciate some fine denim. While that’s true, Deeks thinks they lack the skills to break into a Marines-run warehouse. Kensi thinks both the Rock and Jason Momoa could do it. Deeks says Kensi is now dreaming out loud, putting her favorite guys in her favorite jeans. When Deeks mentions Chris Hemsworth, Kensi half giggles/half snorts. Deeks asks her what is happening, including possibly having a stroke. Kensi want to move on.

Noticing a clothing donations collection box in the parking lot of the store, Kensi says the jeans may not have come from the store but from a donation. Kensi explains that jeans with small irregulars could be donated to charities. Going back to Ruby, she does donate her jeans that either didn’t sell well or had flaws to a charity run by a man she knows. When Deeks pushes her on the guy, Ruby is reticent at first. She met the man, Manny, through her sister. Her sister, her best friend, had drug issues. After trying everything to help, her sister wound up on the streets. The community center let her sleep there, fed her, let her shower. After seemingly kicking her addiction, Ruby’s sister relapsed and died. Ruby doesn’t have much but what she has goes to the community center.

Fatima is having a hard time figuring out who is in the gang and what is their command structure. Sam says that’s likely on purpose to protect members from the police. It may also explain why Kevin Tyler was never flagged. During Tyler’s time with the Navy, there were several inventory issues where he was assigned but Tyler was never implicated. Callen asks about the inventory and Fatima replies weapons, equipment – a few rifles here, some body armor there. Nothing big enough to raise red flags. Over time, however, he stockpiled enough to arm a small militia.

Wondering where he kept it all, Callen thinks he sold it with the White Kings. Which makes sense because the occasional missing rifle or kevlar vest gets noticed but not a lot of attention. The one-of-one goggles going missing went all the way to ONI. This could have been Tyler’s way to cash out – one last payout. If this is going to someone in either Russia or China – the only ones who could not only play for the tech but mass produce it – their buyers must be in LA. Callen wants Fatima to check everyone going in and out of LAX over the last two days.

At the community center, Kensi and Deeks speak to Manny Ortiz. The center is giving out their Heroes of Tomorrow Diversity Scholarships at a big party. There is a red carpet for the event. Kensi asks about the jeans Ruby donated. Manny thinks people are crazy to pay that kind of money for jeans. Deeks has a new friend. A workman leaves after painting the inside with Manny’s thanks. Ten high school seniors are getting scholarships that night, they are making the place look great. Deeks asks what happens to the jeans. Usually donated clothing is just left in the center but Manny gave the expensive jeans to some of their volunteers – he can’t pay them but he can reward them. Unlike Ruby, Manny doesn’t have a list who has the jeans. He just left them out for the volunteers with a request that you don’t take anything you won’t wear but he will ask around.

Fatima tells an arriving Callen and Sam that she found a June Chen, a Chinese professor who has been here teaching for the last five years. She’s leaving tonight. All of the colleges where she was teaching Chinese are near Navy bases. She’s also a person of interest in a joint investigation between NCIS and Scotland Yard but they didn’t have enough evidence to question her. Fatima tablet beeps – Chen is entering a nail salon. Castor and his partner are nearby so they’ll pick her up and bring her to the boat shed.

At the boat shed, June Chen is on the wrong side in the interrogation table. Chen claims innocence, she just a college professor, but Callen knows she’s so much more. In Ops, Fatima calls Chen a ghost. The only information she can find about Chen is her parents’ apartment address in Shanghai.

Sam asks Chen about the goggles but again, Chen says she knows nothing. She has a flight to catch. Callen explains she’s not going anywhere. Even when NCIS is finished with her, the FBI, CIA and NSA are lined up to speak with her. Fatima explains to the Admiral that half of the residents of Chen’s parents’ apartment building are all from the same farming province in China and all work for the same mining-fertilizer company.

Sam explains Chen is looking at life in jail. Fatima’s review of the medical records shows that there has been a 50% increase of cancer diagnosis of the people from that farming province.

Making one last pitch, Sam asks where are the goggles. Chen says nothing. Noticing scars on Chen’s hands, Callen tells her they aren’t the hands of a scholar. Sam agrees, those hands worked hard in the fields. Years of physical labor. Chen asks if they find labor shameful. Sam shows his hands and is proud he works with them every day. Callen finds no shame in wanting out of an area that has become a toxic wasteland – Chen found a way out. She found a way out for her parents, her friends and their parents. By helping out the government, earned a way out for all of them. She was a great help to the Chinese government but now that she’s been arrested, the government is going to kill her.

While Callen and Sam promise to protect Chen in prison but Chen is at peace dying in an American prison. It would be many times worse if the Chinese government learned she gave up the goggles. She won’t tell them where it is but she will help in other ways. The tech was sold by two men – a younger man she confirmed was Kevin Tyler and another man, an older man – who got $2 million. The older man wanted a Chinese explosive called “Devil’s Wrath”. Sam confirms with his bomb tech buddies that it is highly unstable and has to be detonated within a 100-yards. No cell phone triggers or deadman’s switches.

Popping up on the screen, Fatima has news from ATF about the White Kings. Seth Wilcox is their leader. It is the workman from the community center. He painted the place for this minorities scholarship ceremony – he could have put the bomb in the drywall, patched it up and painted over it. Nobody would notice. With nobody answering the phone at the community center, the team is making their way to the event.

Kensi and Deeks arrive first and start evacuating the place. Callen and Sam are looking for Wilcox – he has to be nearby to detonate the bomb. They spot Wilcox and Kevin Tyler are in an alley with a dead end. Callen and Sam try to sneak up on Wilcox, who is taking a smoke break, when Tyler sees them. Lots of shooting ensues. Callen takes out Tyler turns his and Sam’s attention to Wilcox.

Kens and Deeks are evacuating the community center. People are fleeing.

With Sam covering him, Callen moves closer to Wilcox. Wilcox is ordered to put the gun on the ground. The detonator is within his reach. When he puts the gun down, he tries to go for the detonator and is shot for his trouble. Sam takes the denotator for safe keeping. The bomb squad arrived at the community center.

In a darkened office, Fatima updates the Admiral. Wilcox and Tyler were about the flee with the money, more explosives and fake passports. Tyler had the jeans in his suitcase. Fatima thinks all things considered – stopped the explosion, found the money - they had a fairly good day. Since the goggles are still missing, the Admiral agrees fairy good since the goggles are still missing.

Walking into the armory, Kensi and Deeks feel like honorary members of Manny Ortiz’s family. They were guests at the ceremony. One of the scholarship winners was going to UCLA so Kensi offered an introduction to Jordyn Rountree which made the young woman’s day. Deeks wants to go home and watch something on TV with lots of action and little plot. Kensi would be find with less action and more plot. Deeks sighs, if only he had a special spot where he could watch his programs, they could do both. Kensi cuts a deal. During the week, the cars go in the garage, during the weekend, one car is outside. Deeks wants a chair, a tiny TV and his big golden shark. Kensi commits to a beach chair.

Deeks has to tell Callen about moving out. Kensi is willing to do it with him but he’s going to do it alone. He asked Callen to move in, he can ask Callen to move out.

In the bullpen, Sam is bothered that Tyler got so far in the Marines and in the military tech field. He’s horrified that someone like Wilcox could plant Tyler into such high raking positions. And if Wilcox could do that, so could other gang leaders, other foreign governments. Sam gets a call from Kam – he’s going to dinner with Kam and her boyfriend Josh. Callen is invited but passes.

As Sam leaves, Deeks arrives. It takes Deeks a while to get to say what he has to. Deeks tells Callen he has to sell the bar. Callen is relieved. And thrilled. He’s happy to be moving – he’s had some practice at this. This is the longest Callen has ever lived in one place. He’s not sure how he made it worked. Deeks asks why Callen stayed. Knowing that Deeks needed the money, that he and Kensi wanted to buy a house and start a family, he was happy to pay. He knows Deeks would do the same for him. Deeks would. In fact, Deeks offers the second bedroom in the Blye-Deeks home. “Not a chance,” is Callen’s reply.

When Deeks leaves, Callen get a text from his doctor. He is sure he spoke to Callen two-weeks ago. He wants to talk to Callen. In a home with Russian television running in the background, someone is working on the deep fake technology.

What head canon can be formed from here: Kensi as a jeans-fan. This is an “evergreen” episode. The bones of this episode – stolen tech, gang infiltration in the military, murder, racism – have been regular storylines. This is a well-told, well-act hour with no gapping plot holes. It would have worked in season two and in season 13.

This season has had more Callen-Deeks solo interaction than any other one I can remember. Callen and Deeks are often in the same scene but Sam and Kensi are usually with them.

Liked the Master Sergeant and Manny at the community center. Wouldn’t mind seeing them again. Same with Ruby, who had a terrible story to tell.

Episode number: Episode 290 overall, the 10th episode of season 13.

#NCIS: Los Angeles Rewatch #NCIS: Los Angeles #NCIS: LA #NCIS Los Angeles #ncis la

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Fluffuary Prompt #24: Wearing/Stealing Each Other’s Clothes

AO3

Fandom: Zero Escape

Ship: Aoi/Light

CWs: Gender dysphoria

Trans Aoi propaganda

“Come on, Santa! The runway’s empty!”

“Where’s our jolliest model?”

Aoi scowled into the mirror. He’d already accepted that Akane would never let him live his choice of codename down, but who told Clover she was allowed to make fun of him, too? Maybe putting up with some light ribbing was the least he owed her for kidnapping her and all, but he would consider continuing to call him Santa a little too cheeky on her part.

Besides, he’d already indulged Clover enough by agreeing to do her stupid “fashion show.” It had sounded like harmless fun at first, a silly way to top off this little sibling sleepover. But now, alone in the bathroom with his dark thoughts and the look he was to model, it was all becoming a bit too serious.

There was a knock on the bathroom door with a familiar and musical cadence. “Are you decent?”

Fucking adorable. Respecting his privacy, as if Light could see him naked or if Aoi would care if he could. “Yeah, come in,” Aoi called out.

He didn’t turn to look at Light as he entered, but his boyfriend quickly made his presence known behind him in the mirror. Light was beset in a construction-site-orange denim hoodie with the sleeves torn off, baggy black cargo pants, a thick white infinity scarf and a rainbow headband. Aoi’s wardrobe was full of unique and meticulously hand-picked pieces that could be mixed and matched without fail – but apparently, only by their owner. Aoi could pull off dressing like an idiot. Not everybody could.

He smirked. “You look ridiculous.”

“And you look dashing, love.” Light flashed a smile full of playful sarcasm.

Aoi rolled his eyes and laughed, though luckily Light couldn’t see his grimace. It was just another of Light’s jokes, but… this one stung.

“Do I not own it?” said Light. He flashed a dramatic pose. “Surely you heard how loudly the girls cheered as I strutted for them.”

“How could I not? Akane can really screech when she wants to.”

“And now it’s your turn. Come, superstar. Your audience is anxious.”

Aoi shifted uncomfortably. “I don’t know about this, babe,” he said.

“Oh? What’s the matter?”

“It’s your clothes.” Aoi turned back to the mirror, analyzing his unfamiliar outfit. “Don’t take this the wrong way or anything, ‘cause you always look fucking hot. But your clothes are all real feminine. It’s just because you’re slim, or whatever, and you like to wear fitted shit, and that’s great and all. But it makes me look like a chick.” He grumbled and undid another button on Light’s shirt to no avail. It was a grey silk dress shirt and it clung way too close to his skin. Even after the most expensive top surgery he could find, Aoi couldn’t help but see curves when any clothing was tight around his chest.

“Oh, Aoi… I had no idea,” said Light, placing a tender hand at Aoi’s back.

“If it were just you and Akane, yeah, I could do this for a laugh. But with Clover here… you haven’t told her, have you?”

Light shook his head. “No, Clover doesn’t know.” His hand trailed up Aoi’s back and towards his shoulder. “I promise she would never judge you, but if you’re really bothered by this, we can call the fashion show – is this my tie?”

“Huh?” Aoi turned his head, surprised by the non sequitur. Light was grasping the thin blue tie Aoi had draped around his shoulders, his head tilted down as if to look at it in disbelief. “Oh, yeah. What about it?”

“It’s untied.”

“Yeah, I tried to put it on like a scarf.”

Light grinned. “Oh, Aoi. Do you not know how to tie a tie?”

Aoi blushed. “No, duh. Who the hell would have taught me?”

“Your boyfriend, obviously.” Light gathered the strap of fabric in his hands and crossed his arms with determination. “I have an idea of how to turn this debacle around. Put your pajamas back on.”

Aoi didn’t have to be asked twice. He scrambled to get out of his constricting clothes, nearly tearing the zipper on his slacks in the process (thankfully he stopped himself in time – Light really liked those pants), and threw on what he’d been wearing before Clover got this hare-brained idea: a pair of sweatpants and a huge visual kei band T-shirt that went down to his knees. He didn’t love the way T-shirts looked on him usually, and this one was so big on him he looked like a toddler growing into his big boy clothes, but it was one of the only keepsakes of his father he had.

Once he was happy and masculine again, he turned to Light, who was holding the tie out straight, the thick end in his right hand. “Okay, what’s your big idea, genius?”

Light beckoned him forwards. “Stand with your back towards me,” he ordered. “I don’t know how to do this backwards.”

Aoi raised an eyebrow, but obliged.

“Now, are we facing the mirror? I want you to watch what I’m doing.”

They weren’t, but Aoi maneuvered them until they were. He stepped in front of the mirror to a much more pleasing view than what he’d been seeing previously. Light had his chin on Aoi’s shoulder, arms draped around him as he held the tie in the proper starting position around his neck. Their cheeks were grazing each other and Light almost had a glow about him. He didn’t mind having hair in his eyes most of the time, of course, but Aoi thought that maybe he should start wearing headbands more often – he was so handsome with his face unobstructed.

“This is a basic knot called the four-in-hand…”

He moved his hands slowly, painstakingly explaining every step he was taking. It was still too much for Aoi to take in in one sitting, but surely Light wouldn’t mind going through it again. Aoi hoped he wouldn’t, at least, because he couldn’t get enough of his boyfriend’s gentle hands dancing before him, looping and twisting the tie around them.

Light stepped back when he was finished, allowing Aoi to marvel at himself. For the first time in his life, he was wearing a tie. And he looked damn good in it. Yeah, it looked stupid as hell on top of an 80’s hair band T-shirt, but no one wore stupid quite as well as Aoi Kurashiki.

“How is that for blowing your sister’s mind?” said Light, clearly proud of himself.

“Hell yeah, it will,” replied Aoi. He turned to look at Light. “I don’t know how to thank you, man.”

Light smiled and took a step forwards. “You can thank me by letting me show you… perhaps the only downside to wearing a tie.”

“What’s that?”

“They make it much easier for me to do this.” With astonishing accuracy, Light reached forward and grabbed a fistful of tie, pulling Aoi in for a passionate kiss. Aoi brought his hands to the sides of Light’s face in surprise, but quickly melted into it as Light placed a second hand on the tie, locking them together even closer.

They were interrupted by a knock at the bathroom door. “Hello? Are you boys okay in there?” It was Akane.

The two of them broke apart sheepishly. For a moment, it had been just the two of them there, no sisters. “Yeah, Akane, we’re good,” said Aoi. He adjusted his tie, loving the feeling. “Wait ‘til you see this!”

#fluffuary 2022 #zero escape #aoi kurashiki #santa 999 #light field #snake 999 #zero escape 999 #999 spoilers #fanfiction #my writing #fluff

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angel-anoetic · 3 years

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Hey there! Sorry school is being a bitch for you, I get how that feels. Don't wanna place even more work on you, but could I have some headcannons of a few MCYTs (vould Jack and Punz be 2 of them) with an s/o who has really a really conflicting style? Like goth with a baby face and a sugary smile and glittery nail polish? Tysm!

hello! yeah it's been crazy but thankfully it's almost over! never worry about 'extra work' writing is my comfort thing and i LOVE getting requests that i can bring to life. here are some hc and i hope you enjoy <3

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HC! DreamSMP x Reader

[ JackManifold, Punz, Niki, HBomb, GeorgeNotFound]

genre: /rom, headcanon

warnings: none! (let me know if i missed any)

masterlist <3

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c!JackMaifold

He loves you regardless of how you dress, and always supports you when you want to experiment with looks.

This month you've decided to try out love core and kawaii

"Jack! What do you think of my outfit?"

You had on some denim jeans with light pink hearts sewn on, and a pink sweatshirt depicting small grey stars and hearts.

He stared at the get-up for a minute, trying to decide how he really felt about it.

"I, personally, feel like a darker jumper would look better but I do think that you look amazing."

You smiled and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Thank you, for always helping me feel good about myself."

"Of course."

c!Punz

Punz definitely enjoys seeing your outfits. He thinks it's cool that you can mash up two different things and bring them together.

Today you wanted to go for grunge and dark academia look, something that was a little easier to mix.

You had on a vintage band shirt with some high-waisted pants and an oversize cardigan.

"I'm going to hang out with Niki, be back later."

"Bye-woah hold up." You stopped and faced him, fixing your hair.

He admired the outfit, "I really like what you're wearing, it looks super nice. You know what would make it better though?"

He reached around the desk for a few minutes then pulled out a ring with a black stone. He slipped it onto your finger and spun you around.

"There, it really completes it, don't you think?"

"Yeah actually. Wow, you have a good eye Punz."

"of course I do." You both laughed.

c!Niki

Niki LOVES to see your outfits. You both take inspiration from each other, no matter how wild it can be.

Your style was mainly cottage core with a hint of punk.

Today you had on a leather jacket with small mottoes and patches sewn on, alongside a floral shirt and plaid high-wasted plants. Your boots had some spikes on the sides.

When you walked out of the bathroom Niki immediately went to hug you.

"You look amazing! Do a spin please please please!" You spun around, laughing at her excitement.

"This outfit looks so good!"

Over the next few weeks, you start practicing makeup looks on her, trying different levels of intensity and styles.

c!HBomb

He enjoys your outfits and thinks it's really cool that you're so comfortable expressing yourself.

Your style tended to be a combination of goth with a lot of lighter elements. Sometimes you change your hair color, other times it was just your make-up.

Today you had decided to go for really colorful makeup to go along with the outfit.

"What do you think?" You leaned in showing off the makeup look of the day.

"Hm...personally, I think that less blush is the move but overall I like it."

You looked in the mirror and considered his words.

"Nope." He laughed and looked at you as you sat next to him.

"Whatever, you're a trendsetter on your own so what do I know?"

"Exactly!"He shook his head, wrapping his arm around you, and played with your hair.

c!GeorgeNotFound

Let's just say the styles turned his head around.

You'd come marching through the living room with a very light and flowy outfit but your makeup was heavy, almost electric.

It always had neon and poppy colors while your outfits were angelic, white, almost pure.

"I think that this shirt would look better." He handed you a light blue flowy shirt.

"You're helping me pick my outfits now? Aww Georgie!"

He laughs and hugs your waist.

"I just think that I can give you a bit more advice on some outfits. Don't expect this to be regular."

It becomes regular.

Sometimes he helps you to choose your makeup somedays, or just straight up tells you to start over because it doesn't match your OOTD.

You start to hate how right he is some days. /light hearted

#dsmp imagine #dsmp x reader #dsmp headcanon #c!jack manifold x reader #c!Punz x reader #c!Niki x reader #c!nihachu x reader #c!Hbomb x reader #c!gnf x reader #c!georgenotfound x reader #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt imagine #mcyt x y/n #mcyt x reader

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ikpopwriting · 3 years

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Seoulmates

BTS x Reader

Word Count: 2,195

Series Masterlist

A/N: This one is shorter, but I hope y’all enjoy!

Chapter Five: First

It’s a couple days later when there’s a knock on your door, and, true to his claimed dibs, Park Jimin is on the other side, crescent-eyed smile firmly in place beneath his perfectly mussed hair.

“Hey,” he says, leaning against the doorframe. “You ready to go, kitten?”

You swallow subtly, nodding, before grabbing your light jacket off the back of one of the dining chairs. “Are you still not telling me where we’re going?”

He shakes his head, moving to let you out into the hotel hallway. “It’s a surprise. Telling you would ruin it.”

“I have a feeling all of you like your surprises,” you grumble, pulling the door to your suite closed behind you. Today you’re wearing simple dark wash jeans, a black long sleeve, red sneakers, and your hair in simple updo. Jimin has insisted repeatedly on you dressing casual, so you had, no matter how much you wanted to dress up. He kept reassuring you today wouldn’t count as your first official date, which is the only way you agreed. “Did I dress okay?”

“Perfect,” his smile grows as he links his arm with yours, careful to avoid your bare skin. He himself is wearing ripped black jeans, grey sneakers, a plain maroon t-shirt, and a denim jacket. You don’t stand out, aside from the fact he’s a model in anything. Dammit. “Stop worrying, kitten. You’re gorgeous.”

You push the button for the elevator as you scoff. “Jimin, I literally could have just rolled out of bed and thrown clothes on.” You roll your eyes.

“Can’t wait to test that theory,” he says, pulling you through the metal doors as they open. You blush, and he laughs. “You’re so cute. What are we going to do with you?”

“Kill me, most likely,” you answer honestly. “Can I at least get a hint?”

He thinks for a moment, then acquiesces. “It’s an activity you’ve seen all of us do before, together.”

“Wow, thanks for really narrowing it down,” you respond with heavy sarcasm. He laughs, throwing his head back. “It’s been nearly a decade. A decade, Jimin.”

“It’s a classic,” he adds.

“In whose culture?” You raise a brow. “American classics differ from those here in Korea.”

He shrugs. “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” He chuckles at your frustrated huff. “I am taking you to breakfast first, so I hope you’re hungry.”

“I am,” you let him know. “Is breakfast related to our day’s activity?”

His expression turns secretive. “Breakfast is breakfast.”

“You’re impossible, Park Jimin.”

The elevator stops in the underground parking garage, the doors opening seconds later. A sleek Porsche Panamera GTS is in the closest space, which beeps unlocked as you approach. Your gaze glides appreciatively over the body of the car.

“She’s a beauty.”

“She is, but nothing compared to my lovely soulmate,” Jimin compliments, opening the back passenger door for you. You raise a brow, but he just motions you in. “I don’t want any distractions away from time with you today. Not even driving in Seoul traffic.”

Your heart absolutely melts, and you slide into the car, and he closes the door as you buckle up. You’re sure by the end of the seven days spent one-on-one with your soulmates, you’ll be a puddle of lovesick goo.

~*~

“Roller skating?”

Jimin holds out your pair of classic white roller skates in one hand while holding his black ones in the other. You’re almost certain neither pair actually came from the roller rink, but hey, you’re not complaining. You were surprised when the car had pulled up to the very classic Americano facade of a roller rink/bowling alley, thinking it was very much not what you had expected from the oldest maknae, but were pleasantly surprised.

You were even more surprised when you realized you have the entire place to yourselves, Jimin having rented out both sides of the business for your outing.

“This is ridiculously adorable, Mochi,” you say, taking the skates and finding a bench to sit on, untying your sneakers. “I’m taking pictures, just so you know.”

“As long as you send them to me, take as many as you like, kitten.” The fond smile he gives you melts you to a puddle, and the help he offers with lacing up your (brand new) skates is much needed with your fumbling fingers.

There’s one problem you’ve overlooked at the absolute phenomenal romantic tones to this experience, though: you do not know how to roller skate.

“I guess maybe I should have asked,” Jimin says after you divulge this information, hand rubbing the back of his neck. “We can skip to bowling—“

“No!” you exclaim, grabbing his arm. “I...I want to do this with you,” you blush. “It’ll be sweet, and such a good memory. You’ll just have to teach me, that’s all.”

He smiles softly at you, nodding, before it turns into a smirk. “That’s going to involve a lot of touching, you know.” He looks out at the rink, suddenly seeming much more satisfied with his choice of “not date”. “This was the perfect idea. I’m so glad you can’t skate. If you can’t bowl, that will be the cherry on top.”

You roll your eyes, hitting his chest. “You’re unbelievable, Park. Now, help me up so I don’t bust my ass and end this day early.”

He laughs, but helps you get your balance with a calm patience, hands on your covered forearms. “Maybe gloves would have been—“

You pull your sleeve up, exposing your unfinished soulmark, and grab his hands with both of yours, watching as a line forms from the bottom of each arrow point straight down, looking more like the number one and it’s reversal than arrows now. You smile at the new additions, before meeting his shocked face. “Gloves wouldn’t allow me to do that, would they?”

His shock and disbelief turns to pure joy as he pulls you into a hug, laughing. “Fuck, what did we do to deserve you?”

You hug him back tightly, breathing him in. You’ve been asking yourself the same thing, each new line only cementing that this is, indeed, real.

He pulls away slightly, his eyes filled with emotion, and you realize you’re seeing a side of Jimin rarely seen by those outside his inner circle. This isn’t the Park Jimin of BTS; this is the boy from Busan with big dreams and very real fears and insecurities, and here he is, baring his soul to you: his seventh and final soulmate.

“Now I know what Joon and Jin meant. The rush is—it’s unreal. The world has been titled, but it’s been titled the way it should have always been.”

You smile softly at him. “I can’t wait to feel that.”

He nods, before easing you a little forwards on your shaky skate-clad feet. “First, let’s get the natural roller skater out of you.”

You highly doubt she exists.

~*~

“Ow,” you groan, after you fall on your ass once again, slipping through Jimin’s grasp. You lay on the polished wood floor of the roller rink, looking up at the colored lights and disco ball hanging overhead. “My ass is going to be so sore after this.”

He tries so hard not to laugh, but eventually both of you are dying. You pull him down beside you to lay out on the floor, him linking your fingers together.

“Are you at least having fun?” He asks, turning his head to look at you. He’s not wearing colored contacts today, and the warmth of his golden bronze eyes is captivating in a way you’ve never noticed before.

“Of course I am, Jimin. I’m having a blast,” you tell him honestly, squeezing his hand.

He smiles brightly, eyes disappearing into crescents with his mirth, and sits up. You follow him, allowing him to pull you to your feet while only slightly loosing your feet from beneath you, laughing the entire time. Once on your feet, he skates backwards slowly, holding your hands while looking into your eyes, smiling the whole time. You can feel yourself blushing lightly, but you don’t mind, returning his gaze steadily.

“You’re beautiful,” he says.

Oh no, now your cheeks are definitely red.

“You’re Park Jimin. You’re a walking male model.”

“I’m nothing compared to you, little kitten.”

The look on his face tells you he means it with his whole heart.

~*~

“Ha! Another strike!” You pump your fist into the air, spinning on your toes to watch as Jimin lets his head drop in defeat. “You lose again, Jiminie!”

“You’re as bad as Kook,” he grumbles, but there’s a hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s cute to see you so competitive, though, so I’ll allow it.”

“How gracious of you, loser,” you say, walking over and sitting beside him, pressing into his side. “So, what now?”

He looks at his watch. “Now, I take you back to your hotel.”

You deflate. “Oh.”

He laughs. “For dinner, kitten. The day’s not over yet.” He stands, holding out a hand for you to take. You do, and he leads you out of the building and back into the awaiting car, once again opening your door for you. He holds your hand the entire ride through Seoul to your hotel, and you love how—even with how different their hands are—his hand feels like it fits perfectly with yours, just like Namjoon’s and Seokjin’s hands do.

When you enter your suite, the aroma of food hits you first, and you moan in appreciation. “That smells amazing.”

“Thanks, sweetheart.” Your head snaps over to the kitchen, where Jin is adding spices to a pot on the stove, while stirring something in a pan. “It’s one of the recipes from the restaurant I own with my brother. I hope you enjoy it.”

You look questioningly at Jimin, opening your mouth, only to be cut off by noise from the living room. He chuckles. “I thought I’d let Joon and Jin have you for dinner, kitten.” He kisses your forehead, plush lips lingering a moment. “Thank you for today. It’s already one of my favorite memories.”

You smile at him. “Mine too. Goodnight, Jimin.” You squeeze his hand before he lets go, closing the door behind him.

You turn to Jin. “How the hell did you get in?”

Jin shrugs. “Jimin swiped your key and left it in his car, his driver met us here, we got in, then returned it to his car before the end of your date so he could replace it.”

“That’s—concerning, but sweet. Mostly concerning.” You venture into the living room, where Namjoon is trying very hard not to break anything on what has turned out to be one of his “especially clumsy” days. “Hey, Joon.”

His cheeks are red as he meets your eyes. “Did you enjoy your date, lovely?”

You nod, before shaking your head. “Not a date. Jimin was very firm it wasn’t our first date.”

He laughs. “Sounds like Min.” He sits on the couch, motioning for you to join him. “Jin won’t allow any help—at least, I’m not allowed, and since it’s mostly for you, I doubt he’ll let you either.”

“Damn right!” comes from the kitchen, and you chuckle as you sit beside Namjoon.

“Did you get the next piece?” he asks, and you pull up your sleeve to reveal your bigger mark. He rubs his finger over it gently, smiling softly. “Do you have any idea what it might be?”

They’ve made it very clear they won’t tell or show you their soul marks, not until yours is finished. You can tell there are mixed emotions on it—nervousness, apprehension, anticipation, excitement. You kind of like the way things are progressing, though. One piece at a time.

“I have one, but it’s kind of silly, so I’m keeping it to myself,” you say, blushing slightly. He nods. “Whatever it is, though, I’m going to love it. I know I will.”

“Soulmarks do seem to have that draw to them; that appeal,” he states.

You think to yourself, so do the seven of your soulmates.

“The food is ready!” Jin calls, carrying two plates to the dinning table. “I hope Jimin worked up an appetite, because you’re going to need it, sweetheart.” He returns to the kitchen.

You and Namjoon stand and make your way to the table, and your mouth waters at the food. “Oh, wow.”

“Yea, we lucked out with Jinnie. He’s the best cook.” Namjoon pulls your chair out for you, and you blush again. Never in your life have you blushed so much, but can anyone blame you? “It tastes a thousand times better than it smells, too.”

You moan. “I’ll die happy.”

He laughs, taking the seat to one side of you. Jin brings out the rest of the dishes, before sitting to your right. You all dig in, and Namjoon was right—it’s way better on the tastebuds than the olfactory senses, but how that’s possible is a mystery you don’t plan on uncovering.

You figure with seven soulmates, mystery will be hard to come by in the future.

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hii! congrats on 240 followers, you deserve it!! I was wondering if you could write a little fluff on the reader and jpm going out somewhere in town (on halloween since he can only go out then) and just exploring the city. the rest is up to you but I think it’d be sweet!! :)

Yes yes yessss, I absolutely love this idea. Thank you for requesting, I hope this is okay <3

word count: 1.4k

“Hi.” You smiled breathlessly as you walked hurriedly across the hotel foyer, James stood waiting for you by the large doors of the entryway. A jolt of excitement rushed through you as you beheld him, his usual former attire having been replaced by a simple pair of black denim jeans and a light grey hoodie. He stood slightly awkwardly, his feet splayed out beneath him at the tightness of the jeans that he wasn’t accustomed to. You mentally cooed at his appearance, at how cute he looked with the hood of the large sweater gathered about his neck. This outfit he reserved for one night and one night only: halloween. He held out his arm with a gracious smile, your own slipping into place, entwining with his as you instinctively leaned into him. “Sorry,” you began breathlessly, “I needed to sort something quickly. Please don’t ask questions.” You added at the inquisitive look he shot you, his eyebrow cocking up slightly. “Are you ready?” You prompted, bouncing excitedly on the balls of your feet. “Yes, dearest. Although it seems as if you’re more excited than I am.” He observed fondly. You nodded absentmindedly, your hand itching to wrench open the doors and drag James out onto the night-bathed street beyond. “You look good, by the way.” You commented quietly, a dazzling smile appearing on James’ lips as he held out a sweater-clad arm, the door beginning to open under his touch.

The cool night air was soft against your face as you and James wandered the block surrounding the hotel, then the next, and the next, talking quietly and pointing out the stars as they appeared one-by-one in the night sky. James’ occasional content sighs from beside you was all the confirmation you needed to allow him to soak up the night sky, the quiet streets and the occasional car that drove idly by. “I love the night sky.” James admitted quietly from beside you after several minutes of silence, his neck craned at an uncomfortable looking angle to take in the expanse of crawling night above you, it’s surface littered with constellations and swirls of galaxies. Your heart cracked slightly at the hidden longing on his face, creasing the corners of his mouth ever-so-slightly, but you forced yourself to huff a small laugh, determined not to bring a single ounce of negativity into James’ night in the city. “I’ll take note. We can watch them from the roof of the hotel next time they’re this bright.” You suggested, squeezing his arm lightly in yours. He tore his gaze from the dark sky momentarily to offer you a loving glance. “My darling, you are too good to me.” You waved a hand with a grunt, your lips opening. James interjected before you could speak. “I mean it, my life meant nothing until I met you.” You had to force your feet to keep moving at the sincerity in his tone, your heart singing from within the confines of your chest at his words. “You always say that.” You began, looking up at the stars with him, neither of you paying any heed to where you were walking. “But I don’t think you realise that it goes both ways.” You finished, patting his hand that had sunk into the large sleeve of his hoodie, just his knuckles and fingers exposed to the cold night air. “Anyways,” you moved the conversation quickly ahead, the next phase of your plan beginning. “I reserved us a place at my favourite cafe. It does the best pancakes.” You gushed, picking up your pace, James tearing his gaze back down to earth as you dragged him along. Half an hour later, the two of you sat knee-to-knee in the corner of the little cafe, your table situated right by the window. A half-eaten stack of pancakes lay between you, your fork scooping into the mess of batter, whipped cream and strawberries for the fortieth time. You brought the forkful up to James mouth, your other hand cupped beneath the large mouthful of desert to ensure that none fell. “Here, try some with the chocolate sauce.” James opened his mouth compliantly and he hummed as he chewed, his eyes bright. “It’s good, yes?” He nodded, swallowing before answering you. “Delicious dearest. Almost as good as Miss Evers’ cooking, dare I say.” You nodded in agreement, picking up another forkful of food and allowing yourself another delectable bite. “I’m getting so full though.” You mumbled. James looked at you in adoration as you chewed your mouthful. Your eyes flicked to his. You thinly avoided choking on your food as you forced yourself to swallow, a loud laugh coming from you. “What is it?” James inquired, his eyes curious and his mouth bent upwards in amusement. You pointed at the white substance smeared across the corner of James’ thin, dark moustache. “You have cream in your moustache.” You giggled, lifting off of your seat as you stood slightly to reach across the table, your thumb gently swiping the cream from his lip. “Ah,” James muttered, running the back of his hand self-consciously across his upper lip. “It’s okay, I got it.” You chuckled, watching as a soft blush lit up the apples of his pale face. “What is it now?” He asked warily, eyeing up your expression. “Nothing,” you replied, your attention turning back to the beloved stack of pancakes before you. “I just don’t think that I’ve ever seen you blush before.” Midnight came around quickly, the pancakes sitting like a stone in your stomach as you hurried along the streets, James’ hand clasped around yours as you checked the time on your phone once more. Turning the corner onto the next block, you reluctantly slid your hand out of James’ warm hold. “Okay, wait here.” You ordered, eyeing up the large ornate building that towered before you, glancing back at James whose attention had already been drawn across the street to a group of rowdy, clearly drunk, teenagers dressed in cheap halloween costumes. You smiled excitedly behind James’ back, suppressing a squeal as you turned on your heel and took the steps to the entrance of the building. When you returned five minutes later, James was still stood on the sidewalk, a strange glint in his eyes as he surveyed the world around him. “James.” You called, waving him towards you. His head snapped to you, a smile spreading across his face at your re-appearance and he took the steps quickly, falling into place at your side. “Okay.” You began, pausing before the large double doors. “I know you don’t like surprises.” He cut you a wary glance. “But,” You ignored his look, pushing open one of the doors and gesturing for him to enter as you continued. “I wanted to do something special for you.” James stepped inside the foyer of the building, his arms clasping behind his back as he entered in silence. The door clicked shut behind you as you followed him inside. The hard marble clicked beneath your feet as you went ahead of James, turning in a circle with your arms raised above your head. He met your gaze, a look of understanding spreading across his face as he surveyed the space, the signs and pictures that littered the walls of the room answering his question of “where the hell have you taken me.” James had a little bookshelf in the corner of your shared rooms of the Hotel Cortez, a majority of his beloved books being about evolution and natural science. It was a specific interest of his that he often rambled about when you were eating dinner, or lying in bed in each other’s arms on the verge of sleep. So, you had hired out the natural history museum in your area. It had taken a fuck ton of money to convince the owners, but the look of utmost reverence that James now looked at you with made every penny worth it. “Come on,” you encouraged, James seemingly rooted to the spot at your surprise. “We have the entire building to ourselves until four in the morning.” You explained, James’ footsteps slow as he made his way to you, his head moving to survey the tall ceiling and the many rooms that branched off of the large marble reception. “Our only rule: we can’t break anything.” You finished as James finally reached your side, the force with which he moved in to press a kiss to your lips almost knocking air from you, his smile against your mouth obvious.

#american horror story #ahs #hotel #hotel cortez #james patrick march #james march #fluff

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Meet Cute

Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader | Masterlist | Ao3

Reader meets a man in a bar, takes him back to her hotel room, sex ensures, and then love?? Maybe. Fem Reader, no y/n, no body descriptions

Word Count: 3105

Rating: Explicit

Tags/Warnings: ABO, omegaverse, smut, feral Bucky (for a bit), creampie, aftercare, alpha bucky, omega reader, scent blockers, soulmates, AFAB reader

The smokey interior of the bar was cloying your mind with the mulled scent of old wood and booze. It was dark, the only light in the room came from dim yellow light bulbs in dingy fixtures along the paneled walls. You sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and eyeing the options of the bar. At 11 PM everyone who was gonna be here was here already. You resigned yourself to the greasy guy shooting looks over to you every couple minutes when a cold draft blew in from the door. A newcomer was tromping over to the bar. His shoulders were hunched and he had the hood of a grey denim jacket pulled up to hide his face. Your well-trained eye saw right through that jacket; he was jacked, you knew it from the way he walked. Your attention instantly dropped away from the greasy guy and laser-focused on this newcomer (his scent was all straight alcohol anyways, disgusting). As he sidled up to the bar you turned your seat away to show off the side of your legs, crossing one leg over the other, letting your dress slip up a bit to expose the top of your stockings. He glazed over at your movement but turned back to the bartender. He pulled off his hood and ordered.

“Johnny Walker Black, neat.” His voice was reedy, low, and utterly perfect. He took a seat two stools over from you and rested his elbows on the bartop. Before he had a chance to get his drink and leave, you hopped over the two stools separating you and set your own glass down with a clink on the bar next to him.

“Hey there, handsome.” the drinks you’d been nursing since 9 were flowing steadily through you, instilling you with false confidence. His eyes slid up your body until they reached your eyes, a bored look firmly in place there. He looked away. Hard to get? You could almost purr at the challenge he presented.

Now that you were closer to him you could see his face better. Good lord, he was beautiful, but in a tired sort of way where you knew he’d fought with life and barely came through kicking. His eyes were the blue of an ocean after a storm and just as deep. Short brown hair in messy tufts from the hood. He brushed a hand over it to smooth it down and you noticed that his left hand was made of shiny metal. Your eyes followed it back down, then dragged your eyes up his body. He had to be strong under all those layers. Dark jeans and his thick denim jacket were attempting to hide his muscles but the way the fabric of his jeans stretched against his thighs let you know all you needed to. With the proximity, you also caught a whiff of his scent, leather, coffee, and something unfamiliar, gunpowder maybe, but you couldn’t quite tell, but his scent was entirely too muted. It was hard to get a good read on him through smell; you couldn't even tell his designation. Maybe he was playing the same game as you, you thought. A new product marketed to hide designations just hit the stores recently and you’d be practically bathing in the stuff every night you went out to avoid overzealous alphas trying to get you home without a fight just cause you were an omega.

“Let me buy your drink.” Putting your arms up to rest on the bartop, leaning over a bit, giving the bartender, and hopefully your prey, a better look at your breasts. The bartender set his glass next to yours. You looked up to him through your eyelashes and told him to put it on your tab then return your full attention to your prey. He picked up the glass and slid his gaze to you once more.

“Thank you,” he grunted

“So what brings you here?” You slipped your finger around the lip of your glass, keeping eye contact.

“Drinks.” One word kinda guy you guessed

“Nothing else?” Your pointed look was met with a quirked eyebrow and a chuckle

“Not originally, but things can change.” He sipped his whiskey, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

“Why don't we up the chances, huh?” With that, you knocked back the dregs of your own whiskey and motioned to the barman.

“Two zombies, please.” Then you said to the man “So what’s your name?”

“Call me Bucky.” He knocked back his own drink. You told him your name. The bartender sets two novelty skull-shaped cups in front of you. The tangy smell of pineapple and rum hits your nose as you bury your face in the cup. You were gunning for a fast buzz and you got it with this drink.

Soon Bucky was leaning closer to you as you chatted to him. Another round and his hand was on your thigh, squeezing on and off as you continued talking. Your two swivel stools had you facing each other now. Your legs were tucked between his, his hand moved to your knee and your faces were close as if he couldn't hear you. You made a motion for another round but the bartender cut you off and asked for payment for your tab.

“I guess that's the sign to get out of here, huh?” You slid your card over the bar and leaned heavily into Bucky. He got off the stool and you followed with only a small stumble. He caught your waist and kept his arm around you as you pocketed your card. The two of you left the bar only to be confronted by an icy wind. You shivered in your thinner dress. When you’d left the hotel room today it was warm; you hadn't expected this. It seems Bucky had, however, as he shed his denim jacket and draped it over your shoulders. His muted scent hit you at almost the normal strength. Your cloudy mind wondered at that for a moment before moving on.

“Such a gentleman,” You laughed

“Guilty as charged.” he smiled and put out his arm for you to take “Where we going, sweetheart?”

“My hotel room.” Leaning heavily into his arm, you led him down the street to your hotel.

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At the door to your room, you fumbled with the keys in your cold hands. Bucky was pressed up against your back, mouthing over your neck, not helping your fight with the keys in the slightest. His lips dragged across the side of your neck, just barely grazing your gland, making you whine and close your eyes.

“I can't get the door open if you keep doing that, Bucky.” But there was no fight in your voice, with lips like those you’d let him do anything he wanted right now. But he left your neck and you were able to slide the key into the lock and open the door. Soon as the door shut behind you, Bucky pressed you up against it. Your mouths locked together in a down and dirty open mouth kiss. His metal hand was splayed out on your stomach while his other forearm pressed against the wood next to your head. You leaned back opening your mouth more to let his tongue stroke along your own. Separating for a moment, you panted, chest heaving. You dropped the jacket off your shoulders and pushed Bucky back. The room was so small that he stumbled back a few paced and hit the back of his knees on the bed, falling to sit on it. You walked up to him and turned around with your back facing him.

“Unzip me?” You felt his hands, one cold, one warm, on the skin of your back as he eased the zipper down to the small of your back. You shrugged off the dress and kicked it away, leaving you in your stockings and bra-panty set. Turning back around you straddled his thighs and ran your hands up into his hair, mussing it and pressing your mouth back to his. Your hands traveled down to his shoulders then scratched down his chest. He hissed at the tickle of your nails through his shirt. You grasped the bottom of his shirt and undershirt together and dragged them up, tossing both behind you. Oh yeah, your guess was dead on, he was jacked. Again you raked your nails over his chest, leaving red lines from his pecs to his defined v-line. You smashed your mouth back on his and pushed him down flat on your bed. He let out a huff as he bounced a bit before your arms caged his head in and he was locked back on your mouth. He brought his hands to your ass and pressed you down onto him. You moaned into his mouth and ground down to meet him, leaving a wet patch on the bulge of his black jeans. Slick was coating your thighs in response to all the action. In a moment of separation, Bucky scented the air and growled deep in his chest. You could feel it rumble against your chest, pressed so close against him as you were. Suddenly he rolled the two of you over so he was on top. He pushed you up the bed to hit your back against the pillows. His face met your stomach and he nuzzled up into your breasts. Quickly you fumbled at your bra strap, trying to get it off as quickly as possible. You shucked the bra and grabbed Bucky’s hair. He moved a hand up to cup one of your tits., rolling the flesh around in his hand and squeezing.

“God, you’re beautiful.” He groaned, his Brooklyn twang strong in those few words before his mouth was busied nipping at the flesh of your breasts, leaving little dark marks littered across your skin. Your head fell back and you whined. Your hands scratched at Bucky’s scalp, giving you his own hum of enjoyment at the feeling. Soon his mouth trailed down the valley of your breasts to the top of your panties. His metal hand picked at the elastic band and let it snap against your skin causing you to jolt at the sting.

“Can I get these off you, doll?

“Yes, please, just do it.” You breathed, your voice quiet and rough. He slid your panties down and off and buried his nose between your lips. Your eyes rolled back in your head at the feeling of his tongue slipping down to tease your hole. After circling for a moment, he zeroed in on your clit and sucked, leaving a little nip on it. Your hands shot down to grip white-knuckled at the roots of his hair. Bucky lifted his head from your center enough to speak, “You smell so good,” then dived back down, doubling his efforts and making your insides twist into knots. You could hardly feel your stomach at this point, it was a mess of taught, burning muscles that only one thing could defuse. Bucky’s metal arm came up around your thigh to part your lips, opening them up to an unfiltered onslaught by Bucky’s tongue. The metal was cold on your leg and you shivered. You brought a hand up to bite, desperately trying to ground yourself to something tangible while Bucky was blowing you out of this world. A few more seconds and the white-hot feeling in your stomach burst and your entire body went limp, a long whine escaped your throat and you shuddered uncontrollably. Your other hand pressed Bucky’s face to your pussy and you felt him run his tongue around your hole. Your grip released his head and he pushed himself up over your exhausted body. He caught your lips in his again, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. When he pulled back you found yourself leaning forward, almost trying to follow his lips as he sat back on on the bed.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“Of course I am.” you panted, still not having caught your breath from the back-to-back orgasm and heart-stopping kiss. “Are you okay?” your eyes wandered down to where he strained his jeans.

“Course I am” He lied down next to you. When you caught your breath and you moved to get on top of him again. The skin of your thighs was sensitive against denim. You reached up and raked a hand through his hair, connecting your lips together once again, reaching down with the other hand, you popped the button on his jeans. He sighed against your lips. #Working his jeans down off his thick thighs, he lifted his hips to help. Now just in his boxer briefs, you could clearly see the main prize of the night. Making quick work of his underwear, you freed his member. He kicked off both garments and raised his hands to grip your hips, canting them towards the head of his dick. You dropped your hips in turn and rolled them, slipping the shaft between your lips. He groaned, falling back out of your reach. His abs clenched. Finally, torturously slowly you dropped down, impaling yourself on Bucky’s thick dick. At the same time both, you hissed at the stretch and another low growl resonated from Bucky’s chest. He shot up from his back as he bottomed out, cradling your back and holding you down. He snarled, nosing at your neck and thrusting sharply up at a nearly frantic pace. With the breath knocked out of you, your hands scrambled for purchase on his back. Nails dug in in long lines leaving welts up the length of his toned back.

“Buckyyy” You whined “I can’t-” Before you could finish he pushed you down onto your back and hoisted a leg high over his hip,

“You can.” He growled, steadying himself on his knees before driving into you with short, quick thrusts designed to reach the finish line as fast as possible. With every thrust, you felt the spark being reignited, but from Bucky’s every movement you could tell he’d reach it before you did until he reached his metal arm down to the wet mess of your front, rubbing decisively up and down. You threw your arms up around his neck, yanking him down to your face and smothering him in a furious kiss. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting all the rum you’d shared before.

Bucky’s thrusts got slower, but deeper, harder, shaking your body in his arms and striking up against your deepest parts. A dull ache rose to mingle with the tightness of your pelvis. He released your mouth and buried his face in your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. His hand on your clit quickened, the tightness reaching breaking point as he took one last deep thrust into you before stilling, releasing his cum as deep as he could within you. A sharp bite on your shoulder sent you spiraling into your own release. Soft kisses over the bite mark brought you down slowly from your high. The feeling of him pulling out brought you sharply back to reality. It felt like what you imagined a bottle of honey felt like when drizzled over a nice stack of pancakes. Bucky sat back on his heels to watch his cum ooze out of you. You just lied back, catching your breath and watching him watch you.

After a bit, the afterglow was fading and leaving you feeling sticky and decidedly ready for at least a washcloth if not a full bath. You rose from the bed and, with Bucky trailing behind you, started up the hot water in the shower.

From either the drinks or the sex, the two of you were too tired to do anything more than rinse off the sweat and any other fluids accumulated before collapsing into bed and falling asleep.

#break

Sometime before the sun rose, you woke up. As you came to, you tried to extract yourself from Bucky’s arms that had wrapped you up in their tight embrace sometime while you slept. Still, in a haze of exhaustion, you decided waking him up wouldn't be worth the trouble; he’d roll over eventually and you get up and leave to catch your flight. But just as you’d vowed to stay awake, Bucky’s warm chest pressed up against your back rising and falling with his slow breaths lulled you back to sleep.

When you awoke again it was with your face pressed against Bucky’s chest. His arms were around your back now and his hands were rubbing smoothly against your skin. He was awake. Fuck. You’d meant to sneak out before he woke up so you wouldn't have to deal with the morning after talk. But as soon as you really shook the fog of sleep from your mind and took a good breath you realized, his scent blockers had faded to nothing. A flood of his scent washed over you. Still strongly coffee and leather based, but without the blockers you could pick out the more subtle notes of it, vanilla and a splash of some flower you couldn't place, but the most damming and important facet of it all was the unmistakable scent of Alpha, but not just any alpha, no there was something different there you’d never smelled before, something you’d heard of. It was intoxicating and indescribable. You took a deep breath, pressing your nose hard against his neck on instinct. Mate. That had to be it, nothing else could be as captivating, as perfect. You withdrew from his neck and cast your eyes up to his, a shaft of light from the window falling perfectly over his face, lighting up his eyes from within.

“D’you smell it?” he all but whispered, pushing you up his body to bring you to eye level.

“We’re…” You trailed off

“Yeah.”

“I was supposed to go to Japan this morning.” His face fell, eyebrows furrowing. His arms lifted off your back and he moved away from you until you pressed your lips hard against the spot right at the junction of his neck and shoulder, where a mating mark would go. A groan ripped from his throat and his hands returned to clutch at your hips.

“I’m gonna have to cancel it. D’you have a place in the city we can go?” You nipped at the spot

“Course. Got a place downtown. You can stay as long as you want, princess…”

“Mmm that sounds perfect” One last kiss to his gland and you pulled off. “We better get going then.”

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tetsuroyaoyaoya · 3 years

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A sigh left your lips as you stared blankly at the grey door standing before you. You knew that piece of wood was the only thing standing between you and your relationship - not that it even existed yet - but its still seemed so daunting. The last of your hope barely existed now, and no matter how much you tried to envision a happy ending for yourself, it just didn't seem possible, at least not with Semi.

Even with your problems and your doubts, the most important thing right now was the band and its fans. If you couldn't coax Semi back to Miyagi by tonight, then... you weren't actually sure what would happen, but you had a feeling that it wouldn't be good for you and Semi, or the band either.

You reached a hand up, resting your hand on the door before pulling back and knocking thrice.

Somewhere deep within you, you were expecting an answer, and something told you there was hope yet, so you knocked again.

Three.

Two.

One.

To anyone else, it must have seemed crazy that you were in this part of the district, banging on some random door in an empty building, and at this point, you could only agree.

What were you doing? Chasing after some boy who clearly didn't want you, when you should’ve just stayed at home with your friends. You thought about doing exactly that, returning home, having your usual movie night sleepover, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it.

Shirabu and Taichi were your friends now too, and you couldn’t let them down.

With one last longing look, you finally turned away, hopefully leaving Semi behind you now, and made your way out of the building, ready to go back to Miyagi.

It was almost showtime.

---

“Y/N! I missed you!” You barely had time to brace yourself as a body flung itself at you, a blur of clothes and hairspray. A cough forced itself from you at the overwhelming scent, and the body, who revealed itself to be Taichi, backed away, a look of regret on his face.

“Sorry...” You shrugged and smiled, reaching over to adjust the lapel on his denim jacket.

“No luck then?” Your gaze slid over to Shirabu, who knew the answer the second you looked at him. He sighed, but smiled back, trying to hide how hurt he felt.

The journey home had taken longer without the aid of Kenma’s helicopter, and so it was barely fifteen minutes until the show, meaning there was very little hope of Semi showing if he wasn't here now. It also meant that the two remaining members has very little time to come up with a plan on how to play a whole show with just the two of them.

You began to panic as you watched them finishing getting ready, a knot in your throat as you began to come to the realisation that you were most likely the cause of the situation. Taking a few steps backwards, you removed yourself from the room, away from the mania of the dressing room. You needed a second to collect your thoughts, the venue suddenly way too hot and stuffy for your liking.

Escaping out of a fire exit, you swallowed heavily as the cool evening air hit your skin. You tried to slow down the thoughts running circles in your mind, and came to the realisation that you don't remember the last time you had a moment to yourself to think quietly.

It must have been before the party for Kenma’s company, you guessed, sine that was before the scandal and all of this drama you were putting yourself through. It was at the point where you couldn't actually remember how peaceful your life had been before. You had grown used to - and maybe even fond of - the chaos. It also helped that you had three new friends to keep it all in control.

Chaos in Control.

How fitting.

“Y/N!” Your head sprung up, squinting your eyes to see through the darkness as the alley was only dimly lit by the small light above the exit door.

A familiar turf of grey hair came into view as Semi jogged towards you, already dressed ready to go on stage, guitar slung over his back.

“They haven't started yet, have they? Look, I’m sorry-” He didn't have time to finish as his head snapped to the side, a sharp sting in his cheek. He reached a hand up to sooth it, wincing as he made contact with the skin.

“Ow?” He looked back at you, eyes wide as he saw tears forming in your eyes, even though you looked as though you could murder him on the spot.

“The show starts in five fucking minutes and you have the audacity to show up now? Seriously? I don't think I’ve ever met anyone as self-centred, arrogant... selfish!” Taking in a deep breath to calm yourself, you refused to look away from him. It clearly didn't work through, as the boy across from you couldn't help but crack a smile, letting out a laugh as he stepped forward, pulling you into his arms and wrapping them around you.

As cliche as it sounded, it felt like you fit perfectly into him, your bodies moulding together as one as you relished in the warmth of the embrace. Eventually, you relaxed, giving into the feelings you were barely holding back, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I missed you.” You held your breath at the words, so quiet as his voice was muffled in your hair, but clear enough to cause your mind to falter, your resolve wearing thin as you tried your best to stay mad at him. He deserved it, after all.

“I’m sorry.” You let out the breath as your attempt to hate him crumbled before you, not being able to resist the whisper of his breath brushing over your ear. You finally lifted your own arms up, wrapping them around his waist, reciprocating the hug.

He squeezed you tighter for a moment, partly out of relief that you hadn't pushed him away yet, and partly because he really had missed you, and he was going to savour every moment with you from now on.

It wasn't long, however, until the screams of the fans inside the venue began, and you both separated in a panic. With a silent understanding between the two of you, Semi grabbed your hand and pulled you into the building, you trying to keep up the best you could.

It looked weird with only two of the band stood up on the stage, but you knew Semi was actually here, and he himself would be up on that stage in a moment as well, taking his place where he truly belonged.

He parted with you at the side of the stage, and you quickly helped him take his guitar out of his case and pushing it off to the side out of the way.

He hesitated before going out on stage, quickly turning last second you peck you on the cheek, leaving you a blushing mess as he joined the band and you tried to mingle in with the first few rows of the crowd.

The boys looked surprised, but nevertheless happy, to see Semi, although you knew he was in for a major scolding when the show was over.

Even so, they got on the show, and even from the first song you could tell the energy was much better than it had been the week before. Semi looked as though he had finally figured himself out, and it affected his performance in the best way it possibly could have. You just hope it stayed that way.

It got to the end, and you were readying yourself to help empty the venue when the band had said their final words when Semi suddenly silenced the crowd.

“Actually, we - well, I - have one more song for you all.” The crowd mumbled between themselves in excitement, and Shirabu and Taichi glanced at each other, shrugging.

“This is the first time this song has ever been played and heard by anyone other than myself, so please bear with me if it isn't the best. Its not like its my job or anything.” The crowd cheered in support, and so did you, unable to resist a smile at the cheeky grin that spread across Semi’s face as he walked over to the side of the stage, a member of staff switching his electric guitar for an acoustic one.

“Many of you know by know that I have a beautiful, amazing girlfriend, who is somewhere out in the crowd tonight.” His eyes scanned the crowd, lingering on you for maybe just a moment longer than he should have, as the people around you began to whisper and gossip.

“I have to admit, I’m a pretty shit boyfriend. I really don't deserve her. But no matter how much of a dick I am to her or anyone else, she sticks by me. She likes me for me, and I couldn't ask for anything more.” There were a few ‘awh’s and you couldn't keep the grin off of your face.

“So, this is my present to her, for putting up with me. Here’s the Story of Us.”

It wasn't until a few weeks later, when the whole band was in the recording studio, reimagining the song that you ever actually heard it, because you were pretty sure you just blacked out after that point, too preoccupied with your heard beating out of your chest to listen to it. All you could see were Semi’s eyes shining under the stage lights as he strummed expertly on the strings of his guitar, literally serenading his way into you heart.

You didn't notice the tears running down your face until you could taste them as the song ended, and there was no time to wipe them away because suddenly Semi was handing his guitar to Taichi and jumping off stage, pushing his way through the crowd to get to you.

He was in front of you in a blink, hand on your cheeks, lips meeting yours for the first time in what felt like forever.

You could see the flashes of cameras even with your eyes closed, but you didn't care.

Finally, your happy ending. Not exactly in the way you imagined, but just as amazing.

The chaos was finally controlled.

---

You groaned as you looked at the empty venue, knowing you were one of the people who had to clean up after the crowd.

Semi hadn't left your side since the end of the concert, and you had to physically pry him off of you so that you could leave, earning a chuckle from him as you struggled, before he finally left you go, leaving him alone with his two band members.

He allowed himself to relish in the moment before turning serious.

“I know you have a crush on her.” It was difficult to see exactly who he was talking to, but the other boy cracked a smile, looking directly back at Semi.

“What did he say?” Taichi whipped his head around so quickly it was a wonder he didn't get whiplash.

“Kuroo let slip then?” Shirabu sighed, his secret finally out in the open.

“Yeah, he popped by last night. Now that I look back though, it wasn't exactly subtle.”

“You clearly didn't notice.” Semi laughed at the sarcasm, not at all mad at his friend.

“Nah, I’ll get comfy in the friend zone. I quite like it here.” Semi rolled his eyes, bringing both his boys in for a group hug.

“Forever?”

“Forever.”

TWENTY-THREE - STORY OF US

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fan-girling-101 · 4 years

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Switched

Request by Anonymous: Hello can I please request a imagine where the ready has a twin sister and they decided to switch and see how long it takes everyone to notice. The reader is also dating JJ!! Thank you!!

JJ Maybank X Reader

Summary: Request^

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, slight rape just a little bit sorta

Word count: 2880

The twin Sadie, her nickname by Rafe is Die I hope someone gets the reference. Also thank you so so so much for my first request I was so happy. Please continue sending them in. And I’m very slow at updating so sorry in advance if I take a long time to respond.

Part two

Not edited sorry for mistakes

When me and my twin sister Sadie where younger we’d switch places all the time. I was amusing being someone else for the short time we’d do it. As we got older it stopped happening as much until the last time we did it was grade 6. The two of us have lived on the rich side of the Outerbanks our whole life The rich people were never my scene though, so I made friends with the pogues. I was closest to JJ out of everyone in the group and slowly I found myself falling for the blond headed idiot. And somehow that’s how I ended up here, two months into dating JJ but scheming with my sister.

“Come on Sadie just for a little bit.” I pleaded with her, between the two of us Sadie was always the level headed and calm sister. It was my idea in the first place to switch places back in kindergarten.

“I am NOT kissing JJ.” Was the main argument to why she didn’t want to do it.

“I don’t want you to kiss him. He’s my boyfriend, it’s not like I’m going to kiss Rafe the lo-” I got cut off with a hand over my mouth. The love of your life was the ending to that sentence. Sadie doesn’t like talking about it but she’s in love with Rafe Cameron.

“If we do this you need ground rules.” She states looking around my room for the notebook we would write the rules in everytime. She finds the dark read notebook on the bottom of my bookshelf and grabs a random pen from my desk. “1. No kissing anyone. I won’t kiss JJ and you don’t kiss you know who.” she says gesturing with her hand.

“I’m never going to kiss Voldemort.” I joke as she starts in her effortlessly perfect handwriting.

“Your so funny I might die of laughter.” Her bitch face on as she glares at me. “2. Don’t make and life altering decisions.” I nod along thinking of what else to add.

“4.” “What about 3 stupid.” “3 is a stupid number I don’t like it. 4. I pick what you wear and vice versa.” She starts writing it down writing three instead of four. “I think that’s it. There’s a bonfire tonight at John B’s tonight wanna start then?”

“Yea that’s good I’m supposed to go over to Sarah’s. And take a picture of it because if you do anything wrong I’m going to kill you and throw you in the marsh.”

“And remember no kissing ya know.”

Day one

Y/N’s Pov

Sadie dressed me in a white summer dress and I took her car over to the Camerons. When I park outside of the huge house I text Sarah to let me in. I pull down the sun visor and open the mirror looking at my appearance with the light make up and my Y/H/C slightly curled.

“Your name is Sadie Y/L/N, your 16 and in love with Rafe Cameron.” I take a breath getting in the mindset of my twin. “I can totally do this.” I hop out the car making it to the first step when Sarah opens the door. “Hey.”

“Hi you know you don’t have to tell me you’re here. You just walk in.” She opens the door wider so I can slip through. I awkwardly laugh nodding my head unsure what to do. “Go up to my room I’ll get snacks.”

I walk up the stairs trying to remember where her room is. I’ve only been here a few times before Midsummers so we could all get ready together. I look both ways before deciding on going right. I get to the door I think is Sarah’s opening it praying to God I was right. But God decided on taking a vacation, instead of the light purple walls I was hoping for I got grey ones instead.

“Fuck!” I hear, the person in the room faces me calming down once he sees who opened the door. “God Die what the hell. Next time knock, and what are you even doing here.”

“Umm.... I’m lost. I think my brain stopped working I thought this was Sarah’s room.” I say looking around the room my eyes landing on a white substance on the desk he stood up from. “What’s that.” I ask hoping it’s not what I think it is and Sadie’s crush is a druggie.

“Nothing, two four doors down.” I slowly nob. closing the door trying to forget what I ‘didn’t’ just see. “And Die you didn’t see anything ok.” I nod again opening the right door this time sitting waiting for Sarah.

Sadie’s POV

“Hey princess.” JJ greats me as I get out of Putt Putt Y/N’s car. His hand finds its way to my denim clad hip from the shorts Y/N put me in. I really just want to push his hand off me, this is my sister boyfriend for God sake. He leans down to press him lips to mine but i turn my head his lips landing on my cheek instead.

“Hi.” I wave to the rest of them pulling away from JJ. I try to ignore the stare coming from the blond as I sit in one of the lawn chairs. The sun was going down as I got here Y/N telling me what time to leave and what to wear before heading out way earlier to the Camerons.

“Late as always Y/N/N.” John B shakes his head sipping the beer in his hand. Never once has my sister been early for anything and it stresses me out so much I don’t know how she does it.

“It’s called being fashionably late Booker. But you wouldn’t get that would you?” I laugh knowing that was something she would say to her best friends. JJ sits beside me still staring so I turn to face him giving him a smile, he relaxes a little bit wrapping an arm around my shoulders. My or Y/N’s phone rings in her backpack I grab it out seeing the text from ‘My Person’, it was what we agreed on for our contact names after we repeatedly binged Grey’s.

My person

Bro what do you and S talk about????

The latest drama at school

Sooo.... What is the latest drama

God do we even go to the same school Immanuel P. kissed Madison B.

Seriously!!

In a few hours it hits midnight and I was freezing. The cropped AC/DC shirt and shorts doing nothing against the cold autumn air. The night of Autumn in the Outerbanks were always so cold for a place that’s supposed to be hot. The fire was helping but I wanted something more. I got up to check Putt Putt for one of Y/N’s hoodies but I was pulled back landing on JJ’s lap a small shriek leaving my lips.

“Were you going Princess.” His arms tightly around my waist while my arms go around his neck. His eyes staring into mine with nothing but adoration. I was happy that Y/N had someone in her life that loved her, but the way he looked at me thinking I was my sister makes me want to tell them a little . But I have to admit this is so fun.

“I’m cold and just going to find a hoodie.” He still doesn’t let go, instead one hand moves off my waist to grab something beside him. In his hand is know a black hoodie that would be way too big for me but as he hands it to me I slip it over my head. “Thanks.”

“You ok, you seem, I don’t know... off.”

“I’m fine.” I give him a reassuring smile but I can she he doesn’t buy it.

“Are you sure you know you can tell anything right.” His thumb starts rubbing circles on the exposed skin under my shirt. I am so taking a long bath when I get home. I like JJ, it’s not like I hate Pogues or anything it just weird though.

“I 100 percent fine J, if something was wrong I’d tell you, you know that”

“Yea I do.”

Day 2

Sadie’s POV

Nothing was happening with the pogues today so I got an off day, but then I had to go and say something I wish I didn’t.

🥰My Surfer Boy🥺

You doing anything Can I come over

Sadie is dragging me to a kook party

Well then I’ll just have to score an invite

Now JJ wasn’t going to stop till he could come which wouldn’t be hard as Sarah was inviting John B.

Y/N POV

We pick out each others clothes before going to the party at Topper’s. I go to find Sarah lookinaroundud for the blonde. But instead of finding that blond I see Sade and JJ, his arm wrapped around my sister making me jealous.

“Hey Die.” A voice says right behind me making me jump not at all expecting Rafe. He chuckles at me reaction before handing me a drink.

“What’s in it.” I ask, Sadie doesn't normally drink so I don’t know if I should take a sip of the dark liquor. “Trust me.” Is all he says back. I take whiff smelling how strong it is. Me personally would never trust Rafe, but this is Sadie not Y/N. I take a cautious sip. The second I take a sip I almost gag at how strong it is. I could handle alcohol but that is to much. Rafe starts laughing so I grab the front of his shirt and pour the rest down his chest.

“Hey Hey.” he pushes me back but it’s to late his shirt now had a dark stain on the front. “Okay maybe I deserved that.” He shakes his head at mumbling something about changing his shirt. There was a tug on my arm and I was faced with myself, well my sister. JJ behind her laughing putting his hand up for me to high five. Which I did.

“What are you doing. I would never do that.” She scolds me in a whisper so JJ won’t hear. When we switched Sadie was very serious about staying discreet.

“Well I can’t kiss him as you what do you want me to do?” I laugh as she scoffs walking away JJ following behind her still laughing.

Day 4

Sadie’s POV

Four days nobody really suspected anything, well other than JJ he keeps asking if I ok. And I’ve had to dodge every kiss he tried to give me, and when I tell you JJ loves kiss Y/N it’s an understatement. It was the night of a boneyard kegger hosted by the pogues.

I was chatting with Kie about turtles when a very drunk Kelce came over. He slung his arm around my shoulder, his drink spilling out of his cup and onto Y/N’s favorite shirt. I never really liked Kelce he just made me uncomfortable. Any time I saw Rafe, Topper and him out I’d always say hi, bothe Rafe and Topper would respond with a hi while Kelce would look me up and down before saying anything.

“Hey babygirl. God you don’t know how many times I’ve dreamed of fucking you are you sister, to have the two of you under me screaming my name. Why don’t we make it reality.” He drops his mostly full cup silling it on the converse I was wearing. His hand going to my waist and his lips attaching to my neck.

“Get off me! Stop!” Suddenly he was ripped off me. JJ’s fist colliding with his face. Kie grabs my hand asking if I was okay. I nod hopping into the van. Soon enough John B, Pope and JJ came to the van, JJ sitting right beside me wrapping me in his arms hugging me as no one said anything.

“I don’t know how many times I’m going to have to punch him in the face for him to stop.” JJ said as we park at John B’s. I grab my phone leaving the van before it’s fully stopped I ran inside Dialing my number.

“Yo Sade how’s life on the cut.”

“Were you ever going to tell me about Kelce.” I ask angrly pacing around the small bathroom.

“About that.” She nervously laughs not continuing. “Maybe should've warned you Kelce is in love with us before you went to the party.”

In Love with us! Y/N he tried to have sex with me!.”

“I know.”

“I hate you sometimes.”

Day 5

Y/N’s POV

I was at a small party just some friends over and some games at Sarah’s. We were all sitting in the living room talking about all the drama at school which I knew nothing about. A hour in Rafe and some of his guys friends walked in. Just as Sarah was going to tell them to leave Carmella asked them to stay, while practically eye fucking the kook king himself. Instead of walking over to the girl begging for his attention he sat beside me on the couch. I put Sadie’s phone I was currently texting her on so she could keep up with everything down.

“Nice to see you here Die.”

“Hi Rafey.” I replied back using the nickname I usually call him. He rolls his eye as Carmella sits basically on top of him and starts a conversation about some boring kook thing. I felt bad for Sadie if this is what she has to deal with. “Come on. We’re out of snacks.” I grab his hand pulling him with me to the kitchen.

“Why do I have to come.” He whines like a baby as we get into the hallway, but follows even when I let go of his hand.

“Because I need help getting snacks.” JJ please forgive me for what I’m about to do. I grab the front of his expensive polo shirt putting my lips to his. He starts to kiss back but I pull away grabbing Oreos and walking back to the living room. Soon Rafe walks in clearly shocked of what just happened in the kitchen. Rule one and two broken. Oops.

Sadie’s POV

After hours of sitting in the sun on the boat I’m practically dying. I mean sure living in Obx you get used to the heat but someone turn the heat down. JJ has been asking me nonstop questions about things which I find weird but I answer.

What star sign are you? Virgo

Who’s the president? Trump

How many states are there? 50

9x7? 63

Our favorite thing to do together? Surf

What does www mean? World wide web

What university are you going to? UNC

Dream job? Not sure

I was confused what was happening the Pogues all asked what JJ was doing but he just said nothing.

“Sadie.”

“Yea-shit.”

“HA I knew it.” JJ jumped up startling everyone. I sighed, everytime it was always me that messes up if people find out.

“How did you find out. Was it that I knew was www meant?” I question texting Y/N to get to John B’s. As we pulled up to the dock Kie got out laughing that I should be an actress.

“No it’s that you answered 9x7 so fast. Also next time dream job is opening a surf shop together.”

Y/N’s POV

When I show up I knock on the door fiddling with my fingers. The door opens with the blond headed, blue eyed boy kissing me. He wraps his arms tightly around my back like he hasn’t kissed my in forever. I giggled kissing his nose wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Took you long enough. Five days surfer boy, gotta do better next time.” I push past him into the Chateau. “Hey guys miss me.” They shake the heads at me calling us crazy.

“I just thought it was that time of the month or something.” JJ said wrapping his arms around my torso resting his head on my head. I hit the back of his head causing him to playfully bite my ear. “Don’t ever do that again I was worried you were mad at me.” He looks between me and Sadie and I turn to face him giving his a salute.

I sit beside Sadie whispering in her ear that I kissed Rafe earlier tonight. “WHAT!” She jumps up. “You broke rule one and two!!! I have to go fix what you messes up now!”

“I didn’t break rule four though.”

“I hate you!” She runs out of the house starting up her car and driving off to the Camerons.

Later that night I’m curled into JJ on the bed in the room he claimed as our. The shirt he was wearing now over my shoulders enclosing me in the smell and heat that is JJ Maybank. My head on his chest listening to the rhythmic heartbeat. In the five days without JJ this is one of the things I missed most. His smell was just intoxicating and his arms tightly around me felt safe.

“Oh JJ I may have kissed Rafe.”

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Part two

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thatmultifandomhoe · 3 years

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Knitting You a Home - 6

Pairing: Wolf Hybrid Namjoon and Human Reader

Word Count: 1,551

Genre/Rating: Hybrid AU - Established Relationship - Angst - Fluff - Smut - PG-13

Overview: Things have changed for you and Namjoon. It’s been a year since the two of you got together, and despite a rocky start, it was impossible to deny the bond and love you shared for each other. But ever since Hoseok had been separated from his Mate, Namjoon has been withdrawing himself from you and doesn’t come home until late at night.

With questions far larger than either of you imagined, you can’t help but wonder if he’s let his past and old fears come back to haunt him. You had shown him that it was possible to have a home and be loved once before, but will you be able to do it again?

Warning: None.

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Tugging on his baseball cap, Namjoon pulled out the folded-up flyer once again, making sure he had the right address. The overhead purple neon light flickered once but continued to light up the dark as packs of people entered and left Lotus at the same time.

He was tucking the paper into his back pocket when he suddenly heard laughter. Looking up only to see a woman with both her arms around two friends who were laughing just as hard. Their smiles were contagious and for a moment, Namjoon felt himself smiling, wondering when the last time he had felt that relaxed was.

After meeting you, his life had fallen into a familiar routine. It was exactly what he needed and he loved it, but sometimes he found himself wanting to do the unexpected, to just go with no real plan or idea and stumble upon something different.

Which was why he was walking through Lotus, the most popular night club in town. Eyes adjusting to the sudden darkness, strobe lights bounced around the room as the bass thumped out of the speakers. Sweat and liquor hung in the air but nobody appeared to give a damn. The other Hybrids that Namjoon spotted as he made his way to the bar were either used to the sounds and smells, or they were too drunk to care.

Before Namjoon reached the bar, he managed to stumble his way over to the restrooms to catch his breath. It wasn’t as crowded as the dance floor, allowing him to relax his tail. He was looking around the club, watching the bartenders toss glass bottles and shake up mixed drinks, one even filling about seven shot glasses with amber liquid in a straight line at once.

Out of the corner of his eye a door opened, a man stumbling back to the bar with a shit eating grin and he thought nothing of it. But when the door didn’t close right away, Namjoon’s ear twitched in its direction, hearing different music coming from there than what was being played in the club.

It was faint, but in seconds he was able to detect the rap music coming from behind the door underneath the sound of EDM.

The flyer suddenly felt heavy in his pocket, and as he pulled it out once more, the paper clenched in his grip. Behind that door was where he wanted to be.

Not thinking twice, Namjoon opened the door to find a hallway leading to a staircase that went down. The rap music grew louder as he walked down the stairs, his heart beating in unison as his steps were drowned out. Following the music, the stairs only went down one floor before breaking out into another hallway, and halfway down there was a door that at the moment, was open, allowing red light to stream out into the grey hallway.

There wasn’t anyone guarding the entrance like he thought, and nobody stopped him when he walked through the door. Instantly he was transported to another place, one that he hadn’t expected to exist underneath Lotus.

The room opened up into a large underground basement, cinder-block walls encasing the several hundred people that were occupying the space. Red strobe lights danced around and in the middle of the room was a large stage that was being used. Only there were regular white spot lights being used to highlight the stars of the show. Amps were set at the sides of the stage, but with music seeming to be coming from everywhere, Namjoon assumed they had installed several in the ceilings or on the walls.

Up on the stage were two groups. On the left side were a group of nine men, and on the right was a group of about thirteen who were currently dancing. The crowd screamed as one of the dancers flipped, twisting his body and spinning around on his shoulders.

Namjoon smiled as he walked further into the room, not quite entering the crowd but absorbing everything that he saw. Despite the numerous strobe lights, he had to take out his cellphone and hold it above the flyer. He didn’t recall there being dance battles advertised as well.

“Hey newbie!” a voice suddenly called out.

Startled, Namjoon looked around him, wondering if he had misheard or if they were looking for someone else. But he was off to the side with no one else around him, and the blond-haired man was coming straight towards him. Namjoon straightened up, watching as he came closer. The stranger was wearing a black tank top that showed off his muscular arms while piercings decorated his ears.

He nodded towards Namjoon’s phone, gesturing with his hand across his neck. “If you’re gonna be down here, first thing you need to know is to kill the light.”

“Sorry,” Namjoon murmured, double tapping the screen.

The stranger grinned though, coming to a stop once they were close enough to hear each other without straining their voices to shout. “It’s alright. Boss prefers there to be no phones so none of the artist get caught.”

“But they’ll hang up flyers at recording studios?” Namjoon asked, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

“Studios are always looking for new talent,” he pointed out. “They’re willing to look the other way. Officers however, would love to break this up. I’m Jackson by the way. What’s your name?” Jackson held out his hand, waiting for Namjoon to shake it.

“Namjoon.”

“Well, Namjoon, how the hell did you find the Underground?”

The flyer was still in his hand, so instead of answering, Namjoon simply held it up. Jackson shook his head, glancing at the stage before looking over his shoulder. Following his gaze, Namjoon spotted a lounge area that was further away from the stage.

“Come on,” Jackson called out. “Let’s go over there and talk. It’ll be easier than over here.”

Without waiting, Jackson headed over to the lounge, leaving Namjoon no choice but to follow after him. There wasn’t anyone else when he joined Jackson, but empty glasses littered the large square table as well as crumbs.

It wasn’t as loud this far away from the main attractions, and he was still able to see the performance going on. “I thought this was for rap battles?” He asked Jackson, finally tearing his eyes away from the dancers.

Jackson nodded, sinking into the black leather couch. “It is. We have a high demand for rap and dance battles, but not everyone does both. So, we alternate between the two. This just happens to be our dance battle night; come back tomorrow night and you’ll see the rappers go at it.”

Pressing his lips together, Namjoon joined Jackson, taking a moment to take it all in. He was finally here, and he had come on the wrong night. This was just his luck.

“You wanted rap night I take it?”

“Yeah, but it’s alright.” Shrugging, Namjoon leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees to watch the stage, smiling when the whole group got involved this time.

Raising an eyebrow, Jackson gave Namjoon a once over. He wasn’t dressed as if he was going to participate in either battle, and he didn’t look as if he came here to get his party on. All he wore was jeans, a green shirt, denim jacket and a baseball cap. Instead, he looked like he was about ready to go home. Like this was the last place that he belonged.

However, his eyes honed in on the square outline in one of the pockets of his jacket. Jackson had been around artists long enough to have an idea of what it was. “What’s with the notebook?” He asked, curiosity getting the better of him.

Namjoon patted his side, relieved to feel that it was still there. “I work at the recording studio,” he explained, taking his notebook out of his pocket. “I saw the flyer a couple nights ago and finally decided to check it out.”

“What do you think so far?” Jackson stared at the notebook, spotting the worn-out corners on the cover. As Namjoon absentmindedly flipped through it, the black ink in his sprawled-out handwriting became visible for a brief second before disappearing again.

The Hybrid couldn’t take his eyes off the stage though. As he inhaled, he was able to make out the faint distinguish scent that Jackson was human and friendly, a note that he mentally marked up in his mind. For some reason, like he felt with you, he knew he’d be able to trust Jackson.

For years he had been working on his own music project, and Yoongi - who had spent as much time helping Namjoon out and listening to it – had even encouraged Namjoon to finally put it out there. It was ready for the world to listen to, but he kept holding back. He needed to see if people would actually give a damn about what he wanted to say, to know if they were able to look beyond the tail and ears, and see him as himself. As a serious artist. Pointing at the stage, he turned to look at Jackson over his shoulder, a wolfish grin appearing on his features as he held up his notebook.

“I want to get on that stage.”

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All outfit descriptions for Annabeth Chase

hi i'm weird so i decided to reread all of the books in which annabeth appears to transcript all the times her clothes and items are described.

i hope this can help someone out there in some way, like drawing her!

Observation: I might have skipped something

Percy Jackson and the Olympians

The Lightning Thief

“From under the collar of her T-shirt she pulled a leather necklace with five clay beads of different colors. It was just like Luke's, except Annabeth's also had a big gold ring strung on it, like a college ring.”

“The air shimmered, and she materialized, holding a Yankees baseball cap as if she'd just taken it off her head.”

“Annabeth became visible, stuffing her Yankees cap into her back pocket.”

“Annabeth was bringing her magic Yankees cap, which she told me had been a twelfth-birthday present from her mom. She carried a book on famous classical architecture, written in Ancient Greek, to read when she got bored, and a long bronze knife, hidden in her shirt sleeve.”

“Her hand crept up to her necklace. She fingered a glazed white bead painted with the image of a pine tree, one of her clay end-of-summer tokens.”

“Annabeth kept worrying at her necklace. She was pinching the gold college ring that hung with the beads.”

“A few minutes later she came out in Waterland flower-print shorts, a big red Waterland T-shirt, and commemorative Waterland surf shoes. A Waterland backpack was slung over her shoulder, obviously stuffed with more goodies.”

“Annabeth rubbed her necklace like she was thinking deep, strategic thoughts.

‘That pine-tree bead’, I said. ‘Is that from your first year?’

She looked. She hadn’t realized what she was doing.

‘Yeah,’ she said. ‘Every August, the counselors pick the most important event of the summer, and they paint it on that year’s bead. I've got Thalia's pine tree, a Greek trireme on fire, a centaur in a prom dress — now that was a weird summer...’

‘And the college ring is your father's?’

‘That's none of your —‘ She stopped herself. ‘Yeah. Yeah, it is.’

‘You don’t have to tell me.’

‘No... it's okay.’ She took a shaky breath. ‘My dad sent it to me folded up in a letter, two summers ago. The ring was, like, his main keepsake from Athena. He wouldn’t have gotten through his doctoral program at Harvard without her...’”

“At the bonfire, the senior counselors awarded the end-of-summer beads (...) The design was pitch black, with a sea-green trident shimmering in the center.”

The Sea of Monsters

“She was wearing jeans and a denim jacket over her orange Camp Half-Blood T-shirt. Her blond hair was pulled back in a bandanna.”

“She had a ragged backpack slung over her shoulder, her baseball cap tucked in her pocket, a bronze knife in her hand, and a wild look in her storm-gray eyes, like she’d just been chased a thousand miles by ghosts.”

“She was wearing a sleeveless silk dress like C.C.'s, only white. Her blond hair was newly washed and combed and braided with gold. Worst of all, she was wearing makeup, which I never thought Annabeth would be caught dead in.”

“She undid the golden braids in her hair.”

“‘S'okay,’ I grunted, though I'd never really wanted to know what Annabeth’s sneaker tasted like.”

“One grabbed Annabeth and Grover by their T-shirt collars.”

The Titan's Curse

“Her blond hair was tucked into a ski cap and her gray eyes were the same color as the ocean.”

“She used to wear no jewelry except for her Camp Half-Blood bead necklace, but now she wore little silver earrings shaped like owls — the symbol of her mother, Athena. She pulled off her ski cap, and her long blond hair tumbled down her shoulders.”

“I thought of some harsh things to say, and I might've said them too, but then I looked down and saw something navy blue lying in the snow at my feet. Annabeth's New York Yankees baseball cap.”

The Battle of the Labyrinth

“She was wearing jeans and an orange camp T-shirt and her clay bead necklace. Her blond hair was pulled back in a ponytail.”

“He slung a leather satchel off his back, unzipped it, and produced a sleek silver laptop computer — one of the ones I'd seen in the workshop. On the lid was the blue symbol ∆.”

The Last Olympian

“It's not that she tried to look good. We'd been doing so many combat missions lately, she hardly brushed her curly blond hair anymore, and she didn't care what clothes she was wearing — usually the same old orange camp T-shirt and jeans, and once in a while her bronze armor.”

“He brought out a bronze shield and passed it to Annabeth. It looked pretty much standard issue — the same kind of round shield we always used in capture the flag. But when Annabeth set it on the ground, the reflection on the polished metal changed from sky and buildings to the Statue of Liberty — which wasn't anywhere near us.

‘Whoa,’ I said. ‘A video shield.’”

“My brain started seizing on little random details, like the fact that she was still wearing those silver owl earrings from her dad, who was this brainiac military history professor in San Francisco.”

“She wore her orange camp T-shirt and jeans. Her hair was tucked up in her Yankees cap, which was strange because that should have made her invisible.”

“She was dressed in black camouflage with her Celestial bronze knife strapped to her arm and her laptop bag slung over her shoulder — ready for stabbing or surfing the Internet, whichever came first.”

“The girl had tangled blond hair and was wearing flannel pajamas.”

“Annabeth was wearing new clothes — jeans and an oversize army jacket.”

“She had pulled her owl helmet low over her face, but I could tell her eyes were red.”

“Kronos whirled to face her and slashed with Backbiter, but somehow Annabeth caught the strike on her dagger hilt.”

The Demigod Files: Percy Jackson and the Bronze Dragon

“She bumped me with her shoulder, which I guess was supposed to be friendly, but she was wearing full greek armor, so it kind of hurt. Her gray eyes sparkled under her helmet. Her blond ponytail curled around one shoulder. It was hard for anyone to look cute in combat armor, but Annabeth pulled it off.”

The Demigod Files

The Heroes of Olympus

The Lost Hero

“Two teenagers stood in the chariot — a tall blond girl maybe a little older than Jason, and a bulky dude with a shaved head and a face like a pile of bricks. They both wore jeans and orange T-shirts, with shields tossed over their backs. The girl leaped off before the chariot had even finished moving. She pulled a knife and ran toward Jason's group while the bulky dude was reining in the horses.”

The Mark of Athena

“She took out her camp necklace, strung with her dad’s college ring and a colorful clay bead for each year at Camp Half-Blood. Now there was something else on the leather cord: a red coral pendant Percy had given her when they had started dating. He'd brought it from his father's palace at the bottom of the sea.”

The House of Hades

“She'd tied her blonde hair back with a strip of denim torn from her jeans, and in the fiery light of the river her grey eyes flickered. Despite being beat-up, sooty and dressed like a homeless person, she looked great to Percy.”

“In his massive hand, the white shard looked like another toothpick, but when he offered it to Annabeth she realized it was a sword – a blade of dragon bone, honed to a deadly edge, with a simple grip of leather.”

The Blood of Olympus

“Piper and Annabeth were disguised as lovely Greek serving maidens. Even in their white sleeveless gowns and laced sandals, they had no trouble navigating the rocky path.”

“She looked uncomfortable in her serving-maiden outfit. She kept hunching her shoulders to keep the dress from slipping. Her pinned-up blonde bun had come undone in the back and her hair dangled like long spider legs.”

“Annabeth slung her own amphora off her shoulder. She, too, had a concealed sword, but even without a visible weapon she looked deadly.”

“Annabeth re-adjusted her golden belt.”

“She ripped through her supply pouch and unwrapped a piece of godly food.”

“She fingered the red coral pendant on her necklace – a gift from Percy when they started dating.”

The Demigod Diaries: The Diary of Luke Castellan

“As soon as I lifted the sheet of tin, something flew at me — a blur of flannel and blond hair.”

“Her ribs were bony under her flannel pijamas”

The Demigod Diaries: The Staff of Hermes

“She was wearing her regular orange camp T-shirt and shorts, but her tan arms and legs seemed to glow in the sunlight. Her blond hair swept over her shoulders. Around her neck hung a leather cord with colorful beads from our demigod training camp — Camp Half-Blood.”

“She wore a dark green sleeveless dress that showed off her long blond hair and her slim athletic figure. Her camp necklace had been replaced by a string of gray pearls that matched her eyes.”

Demigods and Magicians

The Staff of Serapis

“At the moment, her most deadly weapon was her backpack, which was loaded with heavy architecture books from the public library.”

“She pulled out something she hadn’t carried with her in a long time: her battered blue New York Yankees cap”

The Crown of Ptolemy

“I'd never actually seen her wearing her Yankees cap before, since she vanished every time she put it on, but there she was — wide-eyed with surprise, caught in the act of sneaking up on Setne.”

Magnus Chase and the Gods of Asgard

The Sword of Summer

“She was dressed more sensibly in snow boots, jeans and a parka, with an orange T-shirt peeking out at the neckline.”

“She was better dressed than me — orange North Face ski jacket, black jeans, lace-up winter boots — but if people saw us together they would've mistaken us for brother and sister.”

The Hammer of Thor

“Annabeth was there before me, standing on the platform in jeans and sandals and a long-sleeved purple shirt with a laurel-wreath design and the letters SPQR: UNR.”

“Her blond hair was loose around her shoulders today. She seemed to be growing it out.”

The Ship of the Dead

“Her long blond hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her dark blue T-shirt was emblazoned with the yellow words COLLEGE OF ENVIRONMENTAL DESIGN, UC BERKELEY.”

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