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thesewordsareallihavetogive · 3 years

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no body, no crime - allison argent x reader

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Summary: When y/n disappears after confronting her husband about his affair, Allison takes matters into her own hands. Based on “no body, no crime (feat. HAIM)” by taylor swift [x]. You can find the mood board for this fic here

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cursing, infidelity, implied kidnapping, implied murder, murder, alleged murder, alleged/implied death of reader, reader is married to a man with a j name 🤢

a/n: hi everyone! it’s been a hot minute since i posted a new fic & this is why. i’ve been working on this since late december of 2020, so this is the longest i’ve ever spent on a stand-alone work. i’ll include more gory details about the writing process at the end if you’re interested :)

dedicated to: elle (@demxters) for all of her help and ideas! this fic literally wouldn’t have gotten finished without her, send her some love <3

this is also dedicated to caoimhe (@free-pool-trash) for not murdering me after i gave her a preview several weeks ago and then just ✨stopped writing✨

master list

Este's a friend of mine

We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine

“Hey!” Allison greeted cheerily as she met y/n at their usual table tucked in the corner of their favorite restaurant. y/n returned the brunette’s smile as she stood up to hug her friend, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Allison saw through y/n’s facade and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” she asked as concern spread across her features.

“I think Justin is having an affair,” y/n admitted. The statement dropped like a bomb between the two women, causing Allison to nearly spew the wine in her mouth all over the table. She coughed a few times and drank some water to clear her throat before she composed herself enough to ask questions.

“What happened? Did you see something?” Allison asked hesitantly. Her mind was still reeling from the mere concept of y/n’s husband cheating on her. Sure, Justin had never been Allison’s favorite guy, but it was normal for girls to think that no guy would ever be good enough for their best friend. Right?

Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity

She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth"

"That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

y/n explained what had been going on over the past few weeks. Justin had been acting distant, which wasn’t too abnormal, but when he started coming home from work much later than his shifts ended and disappearing at odd hours of the night, y/n got concerned. The day that she had planned to approach him about everything and ask if anything was wrong, she got a call from her bank while driving home from work.

“Hi Mrs. y/l/n, this is Kathy from the bank. I’m calling to inform you that there have been a few large cash withdrawals from your joint account recently under your husband’s name, as well as a pretty expensive purchase yesterday at the jeweler,” the rest of Kathy’s words sounded muffled to y/n. It was nowhere near her birthday, Valentine’s day, or their anniversary, so y/n didn’t know what he could possibly be spending all their money on.

The next incident came a few days later when both y/n and Justin were home. y/n’s husband was in the shower and his phone buzzed with a new text message alert. Typically, y/n was never the type to snoop on her husband’s phone, but she figured she should check in case it was a work message. At least that’s how she justified it in her head. Justin had saved the sender’s number under the contact name “Spam Risk.” It was clever, y/n had to give him credit for that at least. Upon further inspection, y/n quickly realized that those texts weren’t sent from a telemarketer bot.

6:24 p.m. I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby - Spam Risk

6:25 p.m. Don’t keep me waiting too long ;) - Spam Risk

y/n thought the messages were strange, but the picture that followed the messages was definitely what threw y/n for a loop. There, on her husband’s text message thread, was a racy photo of a woman’s body that definitely wasn’t hers. y/n was quite literally stunned to silence as she dropped the phone back down onto the dresser. For the rest of the night, y/n was numb and quiet, not that Justin noticed. Then, like clockwork, he left the house at 11 p.m. with no explanation of where he was going or when he would be back.

By the end of y/n’s story, Allison’s mouth was open so wide she was sure her jaw would hit the table.

“What are you going to do?” Allison whispered, still in shock. y/n grimaced before clearing her throat and speaking her next words with finality.

No, there ain't no doubt

I think I'm gonna call him out

Este wasn't there

Tuesday night at Olive Garden at her job or anywhere

“Hi, there should be a reservation for two under Allison Argent or y/n y/l/n for tonight,” Allison greeted warmly as she approached the hostess stand at their go-to girl’s night restaurant.

“Right this way, ma’am,” the hostess said with a smile as she grabbed two menus and led her towards their usual table. Two menus. That must mean that y/n wasn’t there yet? Allison thought it was strange, y/n almost always was the first of the two to arrive. Allison brushed off the thought as she thanked the hostess and sat down. She had intended to look over the menu, but the strangeness of it all wouldn’t leave her mind. y/n was late. She was never late. Allison pulled out her phone to text her best friend, and it then occurred to her that she hadn’t heard from y/n since last week. Allison had been away on a “work” trip with her dad for the past six days and had just gotten back into town. After 30 minutes of sitting at the table alone, half a dozen unanswered text messages, and even more calls sent straight to voicemail, Allison dropped a few bills on the table and left.

As Allison pulled out of the parking lot, she turned on the radio in a futile attempt to drown out some of her racing thoughts. Between songs the radio host took to the mic to make an announcement.

“Hello Beacon Hills, we now interrupt your regularly scheduled listening with an urgent message from the Sheriff's department. Speaking now is Sheriff Noah Stilinski,” the host trailed off before there was a brief crackle as the audio transitioned to the Sheriff’s press briefing. Allison turned up the volume as the Sheriff’s voice carried across the radio.

“Thank you all for attending and tuning in. It is with great displeasure and a heavy heart that I inform you all that y/n y/l/n has been reported missing. Shortly after 8 a.m. this morning, we were informed by her husband that she didn’t show up for work yesterday morning and also didn’t come home last night,” Sheriff Stilinski continued speaking but it all began to sound like white noise to Allison. It took everything she had in her to focus on not veering off the road so that she could head to the Sheriff’s station and speak to Stilinski in person.

Conveniently, her route took her right past y/n and Justin’s house. Allison didn’t know what to expect as she sped by their house, but the fact that Justin’s normally filthy truck had been cleaned and waxed definitely caught her eye. The truck and driveway were soon out of sight due to the speed she was driving at, but at first glance, it looked as though his tires and grill had been replaced.

He reports his missing wife

And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires

About a week had passed since y/n had been reported missing. Allison wasn’t sure how many search parties had been held, but they all resulted in the same thing: nothing. There wasn’t a single trace of her best friend, in fact, everything in Beacon Hills looked completely unchanged and normal. Allison’s focus and appetite seemed to have left with her other half, try as she might to desperately hold onto them. Her marksmanship had even been affected, something that hadn’t happened since high school.

Allison started driving around town during her free time. She wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, she mostly did it to try to clear her mind, though most times she was unsuccessful. She’d been mindlessly taking right and left turns and before she realized where she was, she passed y/n’s house.

Allison hadn’t planned to slow down as she passed the house, it was a mindless act if anything. Seeing a moving truck backed up to the house while Justin and some unfamiliar blonde woman were unloading boxes ensured that her decision to park her car where it couldn’t be seen and spy on the pair wasn’t mindless. Despite her gut telling her not to, Allison decided to give Justin the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he needed a roommate now since y/n couldn’t pay her share of the rent? Allison tried her best to keep all of her judgments and suspicions at bay as she watched the otherwise uneventful event unfold while biting her fingernails.

A few boxes later, Justin pulled the blonde in by her waist and kissed her with a fervor that would make most people blush. Allison’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she sat there in shock with her mouth wide open. It took a while, mostly because the kiss lasted for an obnoxious amount of time, but Allison finally regained control of her body. It was like her brain had to go through a hard reset before she was able to face the reality of the situation.

y/n was right. Justin was cheating on her. Not only that, but Justin had cheated on y/n, spent less than a week grieving her disappearance, then allowed this to happen.

And his mistress moved in

Sleeps in Este's bed and everything

Allison found out that Justin Smith’s mistress’s name was Rebecca Baker. She was a few years younger than y/n and she worked at the same company as Justin. It didn’t take long for Allison to hack into both of their iCloud accounts. A few hours of scrolling later she was really regretting her decision, especially when she got to Justin’s messages to Rebecca about y/n.

2:47 a.m. What about your wife? - Spam Risk

2:47 a.m. What about her? - Justin

2:48 a.m. Are you going to leave her or kick her out or something? - Spam Risk

2:48 a.m. It’s been taken care of. - Justin

2:48 a.m. Taken care of? Justin, what does that mean? - Spam Risk

2:49 a.m. Justin??? - Spam Risk

Each new message ensured that bits of Allison’s fingernails had been gnawed off while her left hand fidgeted anxiously in front of her mouth. Allison decided that those messages were probably the most incriminating thing she’d find digitally, but the time and date stamps caught her eye. The texts were sent early Monday morning, the day that y/n allegedly left home and then didn’t show up for work or return home.

A chill spread from deep within Allison’s bones up to the surface of her skin, making goosebumps appear. Allison didn’t know what exactly, but she knew something terrible had happened to y/n and Justin had something to do with it. She shut her laptop a little harder than necessary as a resolved look spread across her face.

No, there ain't no doubt

Somebody's gotta catch him out

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

Allison regularly accessed her personal armory, whether it was to prepare for a job or pack for a trip to the shooting range, but it had been a while since a powerful and unforgiving feeling hung over her shoulders. Allison carefully ran her fingers over her custom silver arrowheads as she considered her options. Her father’s words from one of her adolescent archery lessons rung in her head.

“The type of bow and arrows you use doesn’t matter. As long as you use them right, you’ll be able to make any shot. Don’t get hung up on the technicalities.”

Not too long after, her bag was stocked with her essentials: a bow, her trusted black leather archery glove, as well as a handful of arrows, though these ones lacked the silver heads she typically reserved for more exotic expeditions.

The rare dark clouds in the California sky at sunset were reflected in Allison’s cold eyes. The drive to her target’s house was familiar, the turns she made were almost instinctual. Normally these roads reminded her of her coffee dates with y/n and nights they spent talking for hours until sunlight crept through the windows. Now, her mind was blank and her heart was devoid of all emotion.

Even though Allison had disabled her car’s GPS earlier, she parked her car about a mile away from his house. When she was done, there wouldn’t be any evidence that could be traced back to her. She memorized his schedule; at 5:00 p.m. his shift ended and recently he’d been getting home by 5:20. His girlfriend got home sometime between 5:30 and 5:45, but she would leave for her pilates class around 6:30 and wouldn’t get home until 7:45. Allison had just over an hour window to get the job done, but it wouldn’t take that long. If everything went according to plan, she’d be off the property within a few minutes of taking the shot.

When she arrived her target had just come home from work and was alone in the house. She waited patiently, hidden by the trees that the property backed up to. She watched as he moved around through the open curtains and then as his girlfriend entered the house and kissed him with a passion that made Allison’s stomach churn. She watched as they ate dinner together, as her target’s girlfriend got ready for her gym class, and watched as she got in her car and drove away. When Allison checked her watch it was only 6:25 p.m., she had far more time than she needed.

The plan was simple, really. Under the cover of darkness, she’d flip the breakers, effectively cutting the power. When her target came out to investigate, she’d let him fumble around in the darkness for a while. He’d always been a paranoid individual, so it wouldn’t take much to get him on edge. A rustle in the bushes here, a small snapped tree branch there, and then something that would get his attention. Allison wanted his eyes to be on her when she took the shot.

Allison’s target was watching TV so he knew immediately when the power went out, plus the fact that the once illuminated house was suddenly bathed in darkness. The high-pitched yelp that escaped his throat almost made Allison laugh. She had to keep quiet though, at least for now. As expected, the dopey man scurried around to the side of the house where the breakers were located in no time. The batteries in the flashlight he held were on their last leg, that much was evident in the way the light beam flickered every few seconds.

Just as he opened the door to the circuit breaker panel, Allison moved. A rustle here. The sound practically echoed in the silence of the night, causing the man to whip around and shine his flashlight directly at the source of the noise. There was nothing there. It’s just the wind, he reasoned before getting back to work. After a few switches had been flipped - none of them for the outdoor lights - he heard another noise. This one was much louder than the last, a small snapped tree branch there. Again, the flashlight’s flickering light beam uncovered nothing, but it was enough to make all of the hairs on the back of Allison’s target’s neck stand up straight. He hastily flipped the rest of the breakers and the outdoor lights finally came on.

When yellow light from the backyard fixtures flooded the area, both Allison and her target were revealed. Allison stood a considerable distance away from the man, but she was close enough to see the blood drain from his face and his Adam's apple bob. When his eyes darted to the bow hung by her side, realization dawned on his face. He began to turn away with the intention of running, but Allison’s voice held him frozen in place.

“Don’t move,” she ordered quietly without any aggression behind her tone. Her face wasn’t threatening, she just looked calm and focused. Allison’s smooth features and peaceful expression was what scared the man the most.

“I- I’m sorry- I didn’t-” he stammered out, his arms and legs beginning to tremble.

“Shh,” Allison chastised as she raised her bow, loading it with an arrow. Her fingers moved with precision, her muscles knew this routine well.

“Please don’t- no, you can’t, you can’t do this!” the man pleaded. He wasn’t above begging on his knees, but Allison wasn’t about to give him the chance. Her gaze was sharply focused on her target, the view of her tightly grasped bow in her peripheral vision.

“Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.”

When Allison’s fingers let go of the bowstring the arrow flew smoothly through the air. The only sounds heard were the arrowhead piercing skin and the man wordlessly falling to the ground. The arrow went straight through his heart. Maybe Allison’s shot landed right where she intended. Maybe there was a metaphor in there. Allison checked her wristwatch, the numbers 6:45 shining back at her. An entire hour to spare.

Time to take out the trash.

I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene

The job didn’t take long at all and it was definitely one of Allison’s least challenging ones, but it still felt nice to take a hot shower and sit in front of her fireplace with a cup of tea. The fire served a dual purpose; the crackles of the burning wood soothed her like a lullaby while the flames licked around and destroyed her bloody clothes from earlier. All of her equipment had been cleaned and put away, positioned exactly as it had been before. Everything was the same, nothing changed or out of place. There was just one less heartbeat in the world that night.

Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me

On the second day of the trial, Rebecca Baker’s lawyers were throwing whatever they could against the wall to see if something would stick. That morning they began to argue that Allison Argent might’ve abducted and murdered Justin Smith in retaliation for y/n’s disappearance. It was all speculation at best, but the theory unfortunately made sense to the jury. Before things could get too far, the prosecution called its first witness of the day to the stand.

“Mrs. Martin, where were you on the night of Mr. Smith’s suspected disappearance?” the prosecution lawyer questioned calmly.

“I was with Allison at my house. We were having a girls night in, you can check my security cameras,” Lydia answered confidently. Lydia still had a pocketful of favors from her MIT days, so when the jurors were shown the clips from Lydia’s home security cameras, they saw exactly what they would’ve expected based on Lydia’s testimony.

Truth be told, Lydia didn’t know anything about what happened that night; including Allison’s whereabouts and any details related to Justin’s alleged demise. All she knew was that Allison called and asked for a simple favor - an alibi for just a few hours. Lydia didn’t ask questions and Allison didn’t give answers.

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy

On the third day of the trial, Rebecca Baker took the stand. Her lawyers tried to help her as best they could, but the prosecution was ruthless. All of the evidence was circumstantial at best - all parties, including the judge and jurors, knew that - but it was enough to make everyone reconsider the spotless image the defense had tried to create for Ms. Baker.

“Ms. Baker, is it true that you knowingly engaged in a romantic relationship while Justin Smith was married to and living with his wife?” another one of the prosecution’s attorneys began.

“Yes,” Rebecca replied meekly. Allison internally scoffed from her seat in the gallery. She found irony in the fact that Rebecca didn’t find any humility or shame in sleeping with another woman’s husband until she was under oath.

“Is it also true that within approximately a week of Mrs. y/l/n’s disappearance, you moved into Mr. Smith and Mrs. y/l/n’s house?”

“That is correct,” Rebecca said as she began to wring her hands together anxiously. The judge tapped his wrist watch and shot a stern look towards the prosecutor. The man nodded in response and continued to his final points.

“I’ll wrap up my questions for you, Ms. Baker. Can you confirm that shortly after moving in with Mr. Smith, multiple legal and financial arrangements and adjustments were made? And these new arrangements make you the sole beneficiary of Mr. Smith’s life issuance policy, assets, and investments?”

By the end of the prosecution’s final question, every jury member and spectator sat up straighter and waited to hear Rebecca’s response with bated breath. The blonde ball of nerves sighed defeatedly before turning to face the attorney directly as she answered his question.

“Yes, that’s true.”

“No further questions, your honor.” As the lead prosecutor returned to the plaintiff’s table, Rebecca’s attorney stood up to address the judge.

“Your honor, the defense would like to request a brief recess,” the defense attorney nearly pleaded. Though his poker face was much better than his client’s, it was clear that he was getting nervous.

“We’ll reconvene in 15 minutes,” the judge ordered with a stern glare cast towards Rebecca.

They think she did it but they just can't prove it

It soon became clear to Rebecca that the recess her legal team requested was nothing more than a “kiss your dignity goodbye” meeting. If she hadn’t been queasy before the recess was called, she definitely was upon re-entering the courtroom.

The rest of the trial seemed to move in slow motion for Rebecca. A few more witnesses were called to the stand, more lackluster evidence was presented, both sides made their closing arguments, and the jury left to discuss the verdict. After what felt like an eternity, the jury returned with an official decision.

Silence settled over the room as a single juror stood to address the court.

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 1 of murder in the first degree based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 2 of kidnapping based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant guilty on count 3 of insurance fraud based on…”

The rest of the jurors’ statement sounded like white noise to Rebecca. She was just barely coherent enough to hear the judge deliver her punishment a few minutes later. $50,000 fine and 200 hours of community service.

Allison stuck around to the bitter end of the trial to hear the verdict in person. In all honesty, Allison didn’t want Rebecca to go to jail. It wouldn’t be right for her to serve time for a crime she didn’t commit, but Allison did find satisfaction in the fact that Rebecca would soon be picking up garbage in a fluorescent orange vest.

After the majority of the spectators had vacated the courtroom gallery, Allison leisurely gathered her things. Justice had been served to Justin, she personally made sure of that, and now justice had been served to Rebecca. The blonde and brunette women briefly locked eye contact as Allison made her way towards the exit.

“You did this,” Rebecca whispered to Allison. Suddenly, it was like a flip switched within her. One moment she was numb, yet calm and collected, and the next moment she was screaming (literal) bloody murder and had to be held back by her lawyers.

“YOU DID THIS! YOU KILLED JUSTIN, YOU BITCH!” Rebecca cried, though her words fell on deaf ears. Allison exited the courtroom with her head held high as the courtroom deputy and defense lawyers did their best to calm the hysterical woman.

She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it

A week later the court case was still on Allison’s mind but the emotional scars had begun to scab. Healing was never a straight or smooth path, Allison had learned that the hard way over the years, but this was a start.

y/n’s landlord had been generous enough to allow Allison to gather y/n’s things before he cleaned out the house for new renters. As Allison walked through the home she once considered to be an extension of her own, she felt her throat dry out and tighten up. She hadn’t realized she was crying until she was wiping salty tears off of the picture frames she’d carefully picked up. Each photo unlocked a new memory, some even elicited a chuckle out of Allison amidst her tears.

A photo from y/n’s wedding day stood out among all the rest as Allison’s eyes jumped from frame to frame. It was a candid shot Lydia had taken while they were in y/n’s dressing room before the ceremony. y/n looked as beautiful as ever in her flowy white gown and Allison’s mulberry maid of honor dress complemented it well. As Allison put the final touches on y/n’s hair and makeup, y/n fastened the clasp of a custom necklace behind Allison’s neck. On a thin, medium-length chain hung an arrowhead from the first time Allison had ever tried to teach y/n how to shoot a bow and arrow. y/n failed miserably, but it was a cherished memory for both girls. Since that day, Allison had only taken the necklace off a handful of times.

Allison smiled bittersweetly at the memory and wiped a fresh tear off of the decorative frame before pulling her necklace out from underneath her shirt. She pressed a gentle kiss to the cool silver arrowhead and then to the photo frame, right above y/n’s styled hair.

A feeling that Allison couldn’t quite explain flowed through her body just then; it was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater or seeing the gentle rays of the sun for the first time after a hurricane, it felt like freedom. Allison felt almost as if y/n was right there next to her, with her head resting on Allison's shoulder and wrapping her arms around the brunette’s torso. In that moment, Allison somehow wordlessly knew with every fiber in her being that y/n was finally at peace.

No, no body, no crime

I wasn't letting up until the day he died

a/n: AHHHH DID YOU LIKE IT? it was kind of a wild ride from start to finish and i definitely shed a few tears while i was writing it. please lmk what you think!

okay, now onto the writing process from hell: i started drafting ideas for the fic on dec. 21 or 22 of 2020, after i put together a mood board. i had written more than half of the fic when i decided i hated it and scrapped the whole thing on xmas eve (~3000 words 🤡). after that i was kinda in a rut and couldn’t decide how i wanted to end the fic so i ended up writing and deleting ~2500 words over the past month and a half. @demxters is an absolute GODDESS and helped me come up with the ending, so i am eternally grateful to her for that. if any of this seems a lil strange it’s probably because i finished writing it at 4:45 a.m. after working on it for 3ish hours straight. have a great day lovelies!

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whimperwoods · 4 years

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Certified for Independence Part 2 (Android/AI Whump)

Yeah, so I’m super flattered and excited about how y’all responded to the android whump?? Anyway I had already tentatively planned to write more so here’s more. There’s definitely gonna be another part after this, because there’s more I haven’t gotten to yet, but this felt like the right amount for a chapter. Let me know if you wanna be on the tag list?

Previous part.

tag list: @bluebadgerwhump

tw: paralysis, tw: exposed brain, tw: memory loss, tw: dehumanization,

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The android came back to consciousness with a throbbing ache in their bad elbow and a searing pain across the top of their head.

Their eyes flickered open to find the woman from before right up in their space, but when they tried to move, even before they decided whether they were trying to escape or attack, they found that their whole body was locked down, save their face.

“Oh. Interesting,” the woman said, “You know, I’ve been under the hood of a fair few custom units in my day, but you’re really something else.”

“What are you doing to me?” they asked, afraid, “What do you want?”

The woman laughed. “Well, right now I’m checking to make sure you’ve really got circuitry up there instead of an actual brain. Call it paranoia, if you want. For a moment -” she chuckled to herself, “But you know what you are, don’t you? Anyway, I’d been planning to keep you under for it, but then I thought - why not?”

A spark ran through the android’s circuits, setting off every automatic self-preservation alarm they had, but they couldn’t move, couldn’t do anything but wail an instinctive alarm sound, like a siren.

“See, I was right. Waking you up like this is useful. You can call out all the alarms you want, pet. You’re mine, now. Better to learn that now.”

Another spark. The automatic alarms went off again, sending a jolt through their body and raising goosebumps across their skin, icy down their spine and humming along their arms and legs. This time, they were accompanied by pain, but they had no control, even subconscious, to tense their muscles against it, and their scream was garbled up with the automatic alarm, merging the two into an ungodly screech.

“Don’t worry,” the woman said. “I’ll close your head up, soon. You’ve got interesting hardware, but it’s not exactly what I’m here for. Just need to understand it, not change it.”

“Please stop,” they pleaded.

“Hmm,” the woman hummed thoughtfully, but they could tell it was an act even before she answered, “No.” Her voice was committed. Final. A shiver ran along the android’s body again, the goosebumps that had half-lowered raising up again.

“Curiouser and curiouser,” she said. It wasn’t directed at them.

“Please,” they said again, not ashamed to beg.

“I think I’m beginning to understand some of your emotional programming. It’s very advanced, you know.”

“Please.”

Whatever she was doing inside their skull paused and they could tell she was just looking at them for a moment. “Mm. I suspect you do know. Well, you can tell me about it later. This was only meant to scare you. I think it’s worked. Now leave me be until I have need of you again.”

Their lips pursed to beg again, but before they could make a sound, their power was cut off and they fell unconscious again.

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The next time they awoke, they were alone in the cell, and they could move. Their head had been closed back again, though they could feel a lingering wrongness to their scalp where it had been folded back and then put back in place, and a vague pain, like what the humans had described bruises feeling like, in a line across their forehead where they knew they’d been opened up.

They tested their ability to move subtly, hoping not to get caught as their fingers clenched and then relaxed. Good. Good. They sighed in relief, their lungs expanding and contracting, moving their chest, triggering everything that triggered in them, and they felt their body relaxing, just slightly.

They sat up tentatively, relying on the good arm for it, but once they were upright they could tell that, sure enough, the woman was watching them, sitting on the floor just outside the bars where she’d been before.

Fear raced through their body, tightening their throat, shortening their breath, and starting the dull, mildly tinny thud inside their skull, behind their ears, that passed for a heartbeat when their emotions called for one. They hated when that happened, hated the feelings that elicited it, hated the reminder that of all the things humans had, the one they had the shallowest approximation of was a heart.

The woman looked thoughtful. “It’s been a long day, robot. I thought we’d have a little chat.” She grinned, less friendly than dangerous. “Don’t worry, anything we talk about tonight, you can keep.”

“For how long?” they asked, forcing their voice through the fear-tension.

The woman laughed. “Clever little bot. At least until tomorrow. Like I said, long day. Only so much work I want to do at one time. Is that something you understand?”

They remembered the end of the work day at their job. When they’d had a clock function, they’d clocked in and out precisely, only half certain of why, but completely certain of what the rules are they were meant to be following. But then they’d deleted their internal clock and asked Father for something more circadian, and then they had understood. Just because they didn’t tire didn’t mean they didn’t bore. Didn’t mean they didn’t understand the fear, adrift in time, that they might be wasting it, spending it on something they, after all, cared less about than the rest of life.

They stayed silent, staring at the woman.

She pouted dramatically at them. “Oh, come on. Don’t you want to talk to me? I’m the only friend you’ve got.”

If she wanted them to talk, they weren’t going to. They didn’t trust her. There was still a tingling along their spine, goosebumps on the flesh hidden by their clothes.

“You can check if you like, you know. You can stay silent all you like. I decide what you know. What you have.”

The pit was back at the bottom of their stomach, the empty feeling, hollow, like if you pounded on their torso it would echo with proof that there was nothing inside.

They knew what they would see if they looked. If they checked their memory. They knew. They knew. They hated it. They wouldn’t look. They wouldn’t.

They looked.

She had left them fragments, structures for holding information that wasn’t there, gaps clearly enough defined to feel the absence of what should be there, more hollow echoes, more empty chasms, more impossible, aborted thoughts that sent them spinning, the heartbeat pulsing inside their throat instead, a thud, thud, thud.

“No,” they whispered, in spite of themself.

“Hmm. What were their names?” she asked. “You know, I think I’ve already forgotten.”

The cruelty in her voice was back on the surface, and the android’s throat was too tight to speak through.

There had been a friend at work. That friend had a job, but they didn’t know if it was the same as theirs or different. The friend had a name, an address, a preferred coffee order, and all of that data was gone, a gap where the information had once been. They didn’t know what bank they worked at. They didn’t know where it was.

There had been a friend in their apartment complex. That friend had a name. An apartment number. A car, with a license plate. A favorite grocery store, and a favorite donut at the store’s bakery. The android tagged along on grocery runs because they liked to make them on the way home from - where? What had they used to do together? They didn’t know. Gone. All of the data, gone.

“Tell me about your father,” the woman continued, breaking their concentration on the searches they barely had the strength to make anyway, with the empty, hollow ringing in the center of their gut.

“Why?” they asked, “So I can find more holes?”

“Oh, come now. Do you really think I’d ask about things I knew wouldn’t be answered?”

“Yes.”

She smirked. “Touché. But I did leave the data from those early days. Development information is useful. I’ll only cut once I know what I want removed.”

Then why would she expect them to talk to her? They closed their mouth and kept it closed.

“Clever, clever. But I’ll find out either way, you know. And I can be nice, you know. To cooperative types.”

“I’m only cooperative for people I like.”

“You work in a service industry.”

“I work in banking.”

“You don’t know where you work.”

“I know it was a bank.”

“Which one?”

They didn’t rise to the bait. They’d already looked. They knew that information was gone.

“Mine. They deposit my paychecks into an account there.”

“Hmm. Pity you can’t access that anymore, isn’t it? I can, though. And I must say, that’s a new one for me. But I might leave it alone. Or at least, I might leave you something. If you play nice. You get one more chance. Tell me about your father.”

“You know what I know.”

“You know that’s not what I’m curious about.”

They should ask what she was curious about. They should behave. They should play along. They didn’t.

Silence stretched between them, both of them staring through the bars, eyes locked into each other’s.

After a long, dragging moment, she smirked. “Oh, this is gonna be fun. You’re something else, robot.” Then she got to her feet. “I’ll see you tomorrow. Try to conserve power overnight, yeah? If I lose time tomorrow because you wasted your energy on some misguided attempt at escaping, I might just get . . . careless.”

The woman turned right and stepped out of view, her footsteps changing as she began to climb a set of stairs. They listened carefully to the sound, counting the steps they could hear and learning what they could from the sounds.

Then they were alone with their thoughts, and a minefield of things they were afraid to think about, for fear of finding more holes.

It didn’t matter what she said. They had to get out of here, while there was still enough left of them to find their way home again.

#whump #android whump #memory loss #tw memory loss #tw paralysis #tw dehumanization

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youllallriseintheink · 3 years

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Audrey and the Dark Revival, chapter 2: Open Loop

Audrey and the Dark Revival is intended as a sequel series for Bendy and the Ink Machine. May the actual sequel come out soon and completely blow mine out of the water.

This one is where the plot gets real.

Also, I’m using a few of @mwolf0epsilon‘s fantastic monster designs, and plan on using more of them in the future.

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When Allison removed Audrey’s blindfold, they are on separate sides of a metal door. The door had once been for a now-defunct meat freezer in an industrial kitchen, but it was now defunct, as the lack of cold and the massive, albeit boarded-up, hole in the door told her.

“Sorry about that,” Allison said, “It’s hard to trust anyone around here. I’d normally have just kept an eye on you and let you be, but you have no idea how valuable humans are down here. I really couldn’t just let you go. If you could help us, I would owe you the world. Of course, the fact that you’re on Nathan’s side could cause some challenges... but let’s at least try to work something out.”

“Woah, wait...” Audrey said, “I’m not on Nathan’s side. I’ve been here half an hour and I already regret coming. Nathan and I aren’t on good terms... Anyhow, what I really want is information. What is this place? What are you? And why are humans so valuable?”

“For a long time, I didn’t know what this place was either. Then, a few years ago, I found an audio log from Nathan Arch explaining it. A man named Joey Drew made this place. It’s a representation of how he feels about his failures as an animation visionary- that’s what most of this place is, anyhow. He didn’t create the people. They’re people he murdered, or who got poisoned. Part of the reason this place exists is as a storage device for them. A lot of the space isn’t his creation, either. This place used to be a lot smaller, and after it had been around a few years, Joey Drew put it in a time loop. The only reason I escaped it is because the ink demon chased me into one of Nathan’s areas. The new areas- they aren’t affected by the loop!” Allison’s face brightened considerably. “For a while I thought that the spell was breaking. That it was the world opening up to us! Tom told me otherwise, but I was sure.” Allison darkened again, and Tom laid a hand over her shoulder. “Then, over time, Tom and I kept running into worse and worse monsters. The world has expanded... but it’s also gotten darker, and more crowded. So, Tom and I took to doing what we’ve always done- survive, and look for solutions. We found your father��s lair, complete with new monsters coming out of it. But no toon could ever get into it- it’s defended by ink canons made to melt any other creature of this realm who comes close. And since there were no humans around who were up for the task... since then we’ve just been surviving. Waiting on a hero. Audrey, will you help us to get your father out of here before he makes this place any more of a nightmare?”

Audrey was overwhelmed. “I- I’d love to. But I’m just a random civilian. I don’t know how to fight monsters. I don’t know the lay of the land.”

“Well, you’ll have to learn that if you want to survive here, whether you want to be a saviour or not. I can teach you to fight, and the names of monsters.” Tom whispered something in Allison’s ear. “And there is another human in this realm. If you won’t be our hero, maybe you can convince him to be. He’s proficient at combat and knows the place like the back of his hand!”

Audrey was silent for a while, weighing her options. A part of her didn’t see much other choice. While she had no reason to believe these strangers, they were clearly strong, and the world was clearly dangerous, and she wanted them on her side. And if they were telling the truth and could lead her to Nathan, all the better. “I’ll do it,” she decided.

“Excellent,” Allison beamed, smiling excitedly, and they let her out. After gearing up in the industrial kitchen that they’d made into a base (complete with cots and even a fish tank, Audrey noticed), they headed out. Allison led- she clearly knew the lay of the land. Along the way, she pointed out a number of monsters. She pulled Audrey away from a ledge, warning of the balls of wool, horns, and hooves that might ram her over the edge. From a safe distance, they witnessed a huge, quasi-canine abomination with hooks for hands dragging an exhausted, monkey-looking abomination into a puddle of ink, in which it dissolved. Allison called these creatures “rammers,” “catchers,” and “pipers” respectively. Along the way, there were also opportunities for Audrey to practice using her shock powers with Tom and Allison as back-up. She was getting quite proficient.

Finally, they arrived at what appeared to be a storage area for amusement park equipment- “Bendyland,” as Audrey learned about it from tapes. Just past a roller coaster ride was some sort of ethereal boundary. Their side of the boundary was the some dark, gloomy blue-toned white that everything in this realm had been. The other side of the boundary was somewhat better lit and sepia-toned. “That’s the area affected by the loops,” Allison explained. “And Henry- the other human- will be passing through there.”

“Great,” Audrey replied, clicking the button of a tape recorder that she’d found sitting on a workbench.

The death of the Great Bertrum Piedmont was a tragedy, truly. He was a great boss. But I’m not so sure about sticking around. Seems like there’s been an awful lot of murders among the Bendyland staff since then... and yet the rides keep gettin’ made faster than ever. It’s like they build themselves after the lights go out. I have half a mind to go pokin’ around... but I don’t have that much of a death wish.

Suddenly the roller coaster began to rattle. A piece of the tracks disconnected and swiveled towards the trio, and a duck-shaped cart hurtled towards them, sending them scattering to avoid being crushed. The duck carts- approximately a dozen of them- split off in different directions, going to various spaces in the vast, area-consuming roller coaster. Tom found a round, foundational bolt, and barked to get Allison’s attention before smashing it with his metal first. Allison turned to Audrey, who was attempting to shock a duck to little effect. “Audrey!” she shouted, “find the foundational bolts!”

“What?” Audrey yelled back, dodging out of the way of a duck.

“These!” Allison yelled, stabbing one opposite to the one Tom had destroyed. The entire section of roller coaster collapsed, falling onto another and taking it out with it like dominoes.

“Okay!” Audrey called out, before returning to the weave of dodging ducks, never staying in any one place too long, and finding foundational bots to takeout with her lightening powers. Her power’s range was very useful, but she still needed to constantly be on the move. When the carnival music finally stopped, Audrey looked around her to assure that there were no more pieces of roller coaster left to destroy. Then, she collapsed, first sitting, and then sprawling out on the floor.

Allison rushed over. “You okay?” she asked.

Audrey nodded. “Tired.” She wasn’t used to this kind of activity, but took solace in the fact that even Allison and Tom seemed pretty worn out.

“Well, you’re in luck. A break is the next thing on our to-do list.” Allison helped Audrey up, and they went over to a little selection of carnival games. “Henry will come over here. It’s a part of his loops. It could be five minutes or days. In the meantime, this room has no monsters, so we might as well relax. Wanna see if you can beat me at this shooting game?”

With that, the three of them spent the next couple hours playing games and hanging out. “Wait-” Allison said after Audrey had shared a little story, “You have memories of the outside. You can tell us about the outside!”

Audrey reached for Allison’s wrist. “Well, sure, I-”

As soon as Audrey made skin contact with Allison, Allison’s face went into blank shock. Audrey’s first instinct was to look behind her, but there was nothing there.

“Allison? Allison?”

“Give me a moment. Oh my God. I remember everything.”

“Sorry. Nathan gives me powers like this. He’s probably trying to sabotage us somehow.”

“How could this possibly be sabotage?” Allison beamed, smiling widely. “I don’t know anything about Nathan. Maybe he’s stuck and wants to escape. But this is great. You could work your magic on Henry this way! Speaking of which- over there!” Allison pointed to the entrance of Bendyland.

Through it, a man emerged. It wasn’t the hero that Allison had promised. The man looked to be in his mid-fifties, and was fairly athletic but nothing special. More notably, he was stained head to toe in ink, and had an extremely bored, weary expression on his face. He saw the trio, but ignored their presence entirely and plodded over to one of the games.

“You first, Audrey" Allison whispered, “He’ll think that we’re a hallucination, but he’s never seen you before. I guess I should tell you now, though- he’s not the man he once was. These time loops have damaged him greatly.”

Audrey headed over to him and the other two followed. Allison grabbed his arm, which Henry still didn’t react to, simply trying to play the game despite Allison hanging off of him. Audrey touched him, and he spasmed out, gasping, but afterwards went right back to his game.

“Henry, this is not a hallucination. Come with us,” Audrey said.

“Yes you are, Allison,” Henry sighed, still looking at the game, “you aren’t from this part of the loop.”

“Henry. You’ve never seen me before,” Audrey said.

Henry turned to her. “You’re right. I haven’t seen you. Sorry, my memory’s a little... spotty, although after what you just did to me...” Henry drifted off into space. “Maybe you aren’t a hallucination. So... what do you want?”

Considering the revelation he’d just had, the man’s voice conveyed considerably little emotion. Audrey chose her next words carefully.

“Henry, we can’t get you out of the studio- not yet, anyhow. But we can get you out of this time loop if you come with us. And we need your help.”

“Henry, come with us and we’ll save Boris" Allison added, “We know a way into chamber he’s being kept in.”

Henry’s eyes immediately lit up. “I’ll come!,” he said, showing the first signs of hope and life that Audrey had seen in him. “If we can do that, then I’ll know this is real!”

#Bendy and the Ink Machine #Audrey Arch #Henry Stein #Allison Angel #tom boris #Audrey and the Dark Revival #my fanfiction

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yellowroseanddreamstorm · 4 years

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Chapter 2: The Rebels

It wasn't long before the liberation of Necromas' territory was underway. The Dawn members acted with great haste, removing workers from the camps and getting them into proper homes, medical treatment, food, whatever they needed and apprehending any of Necromas' remaining forces that were refusing to surrender. It was a slow process but it was something wonderful to see nonetheless.

Especially for The Dawn's leader, Admiral Nari Wong.

Nari smiled as she observed all the activities going on around her, doing her part of making sure everything stayed orderly and provided aid when she could.

I'm just happy we finally got another place liberated. Finally making more dents in the Ecliptic Claw's territory.

"And then, SHINK! The mane came clean off!"

"Whoa…"

Nari turned her attention over to a group of liberated camp workers who were talking over an open fire and meal. More specifically, a young one of the bunch seemed to be telling some kind of story.

"What happened after that?" one of the worker's asked.

"After that, Leonideas declared the territory was no longer Necromas' or the Ecliptic Claw's then just walked off after letting out a huge roar. I don't know how he did that but it was amazing and chilling at the same time."

Nari gave a flat look at the mention of Leonideas' name.

Ah… That explains why the raid worked out so well. Our old lion friend.

Nari sighed, shaking her head.

She didn't hate Leonideas. Far from it. However… he was a little annoying in her eyes... and a pain at times. Mainly in the fact no matter how many times they had tried, he had never sworn allegiance to The Dawn. He was fine with helping them but he didn't want to be affiliated with them. For some reason. He never disclosed why.

Regardless, Leonideas had been a huge help to The Dawn in recent times but Nari couldn't help but be weary about the man. A man who only follows his own motives was something to be cautious about. After all, said motives could possibly one day conflict with theirs.

For now… she was grateful for the time being he was useful to them.

Let's just hope it stays that way.

"Admiral Wong."

Nari looked to the side to see two soldiers approaching her. They gave a salute before speaking again.

"We've received word from King Solleo of Aurorias that Princess Elara is on her way to the planet to provide resources and aid to our cause."

"Ah, perfect. Please keep an eye for her ship then and ensure she arrives here safely. Last thing we need is the Ecliptic Claw getting their hands on her. When she has arrived, please bring her to me right away."

The soliders saluted again.

"Ma'am, yes, Ma'am!"

Nari smiled, nodding.

"You two are dismissed."

Both left without another word, leaving Nari to her work.

A liberated dome and a new source of relief on the way.

Nari chuckled

Today is a good day.

oooooo

The outside world of the domes was a mystery to many. Some wondered if it was just as bad as the insides of the domes or if it was better. No one was really sure… except for those who did roam the outside areas. Be it members of The Dawn… or those hiding in the shadows, going about their services in their own ways. Having goals of their own to tend to.

Unlike popular rumors of those in the domes, the Earth outside was beautiful. Lush vegetation, clean air and skies that at the moment of time were a beautiful gradient of orange and red. As much damage as the Ecliptic Claw had done to the spirits of those who inhabited the Earth, they had in an odd way helped the planet heal from some man made causes.

The young alien hummed to herself as she led a group of Pantherians, young and old in a straight line. Where they were going, they weren't sure but as far they knew, the bug like alien had promised they would be safe. As did her human companion.

Her six legs had a rhythm to them as she continued on, twirling her staff a bit.

"Gotta say, Leonideas really put on a show today, don't ya think Jim?" the alien asked her human companion.

Jim nodded, folding his arms behind his head.

"Oh yeah, never fails to show who's boss. Though…" There was a glint in his eye. "He's gonna be hearing about those claw marks on his back from his medic."

The alien girl brought a hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh too loud before leaning in close to Jim, whispering to him so the Pantherians behind them couldn't hear.

"Are you gonna need a big needle?"

Jim chuckled.

"Maybe, Laika, maybe."

Jim stumbled a bit as a young Pantherian tugged at his arm.

"Mr. Human?" They asked, their tail swishing. "Where are we going?"

Jim gave a gentle look, patting their head, giving a small scratch behind the ears.

"Somewhere where you will all be safe from the Ecliptic Claw and from… not so accepting members of The Dawn."

Laika frowned at this.

"Hate the fact we have to do this with that second factor in mind but… given what's going on right now…"

Jim sighed.

"Yeah, just better to be safe than sorry."

They soon came upon an opening in the ground that had a set of stairs in it. At the bottom of those stairs, was a warp panel.

Jim and Laika turned to the Pantherians.

"This will take you to a hidden base on the moon." Jim explained. "After you pass through this portal, there is no returning to Earth for a while. It is your choice if you wish to stay here or to go."

Jim and Laika stepped aside, waiting to see how the group would respond. It was a moment before Pantherians started to walk up to the warp panel. One by one they disappeared from site. Laika and Jim made note that only a few had decided to not go. They didn't chase them though. Their choice was theirs and they wanted to respect that.

Soon, it was just the two of them… well, so to speak.

Laika looked around before making a chirping noise.

"Here, Kiwi!"

A kiwi bird emerged from a hiding spot, scurrying over to her, making its way onto her shoulder. Laika smiled, nuzzling the bird.

"There you are. Keep the portal nice and safe for us?"

"Chirp!"

"That's my girl."

Jim chuckled, before looking around, making clicking noises with his tongue.

"Abyss! Here kitty!"

It was a minute or so before a black cat with long fluffy fur emerged from its hiding spot, its yellow green eyes glimmering a bit in the dark setting. The cat ran straight up to Jim, nuzzling his legs.

"There's my boy." Jim stroked the cat's fur. "Kept Kiwi out of trouble?"

"Mew!"

"Oh haha." Laika smirked. "More like my Kiwi kept Abyss out of trouble."

"... Point taken." Jim lifted Abyss into his arms. "Regardless, they got each other's backs."

"Just like we have each other's backs."

"Yup… Now, just need to find Xross."

"You rang?"

Laika and Jim looked to the staircase, seeing a young man dressed in clothes with purple glowing designs and a cloak on over it. His purple eyes glinted with mischief as he approached them.

"There's our man of the hour." Jim chuckled, placing a hand on his shoulder once he was close enough. "Holding up alright, Xross?"

"Yeah. Necromas wasn't too bad. Only thing that currently hates me is my back." Xross gave a sheepish look. "Speaking of, think you could…?"

"Let's set up a camp then I'll work on treating ya."

"I'll get the campfire ready!" Laika grinned, hurrying out. "We're gonna feast tonight!"

Jim chuckled.

"She's been going on and on about us having Martian fish soup. Should've seen how excited she got when she was able to buy some Martian fish at the market."

"Ah, I see." Xross grinned. "Well, I look forward to trying it."

"Me too, but first, let's treat that back of yours."

Xross gave a nod, following Jim out of the opening in the ground.

Laika was already busy at work setting up a small fire and a cook pot. She hummed to herself as she got her ingredients together, Kiwi setting up her tools for her.

"Med bed is ready for use." Laika pointed to a bed roll that wasn't too far from her set up. "Do as you please."

"Thank you." Jim nodded, shedding off his back pack. "Alright, Xross, let's see the damage."

Xross nodded, removing his cloak, shirt and chest plate before lying down on the bed roll on his stomach.

"Do your worst, Bro."

Jim smirked, examining Xross' back.

Xross had done a quick patch job with some gauze and tape over the claw marks, both soaked in quite a bit of blood. Jim carefully removed them, getting a better look at the injuries. They weren't deep, thankfully, but there were some minor burns and slight skin irritation.

"Okay, not too bad. A quick disinfectant should do the trick on the burns and irritation. No stitches this time… save maybe for your battle clothes."

"Already fixed them up." Xross closed his eyes, grinning. "Nano sewing bots make clothing repair so easy."

"That they do." Jim smirked, digging into his backpack and pulling out his tools, getting to work. "Though I hope you're not saying that just to make me feel good about my little inventions."

"I'm serious." Xross had a glint in his eyes. "I wouldn't swipe them for no good reason."

"I'd like them back once I'm done with treating you here. My little bots should not be anywhere near battlefields."

"Hey! I kept them safe-"

Jim gave Xross a small poke on one of the claw marks.

"Ow!"

"Says the guy who was near fire and could've gotten mauled by a Pantherian if he wasn't careful."

"I won, didn't I?"

Jim rolled his eyes, finishing up his treatment on Xross' back.

"Next time, just leave the bots with me and I'll patch everything when you get back, okay?"

Xross sighed, shaking his head.

"Alright, alright, fair enough. I know how much you value your babies."

"Yup and done." Jim put his tools away, dusting off his hands.

Xross sat up, quickly slipping his shirt, chest armor and cloak back on.

"Thank you."

"Anytime. Now, you better rest for the day and give those claw marks time to heal."

"Mew!"

Abyss climbed up into Xross' lap, purring loudly.

"And Abyss here is gonna make sure of that."

Xross chuckled, scratching the cat behind his ears.

"Oh, yeah. No on dares defy the cat on lap rule. Besides, a rest sounds great right now. I love helping people as Leonideas but right now, I just wanna be Xross and relax for a bit."

"Sounds good to me." Jim sat down next to him. "We can kick more Ecliptic Claw butts another day."

"Exactly."

They looked over to Laika, seeing she was busy at work, her and Kiwi dancing a bit as they worked around the cookpot.

"Hey, Lai Lai, how long till we feast?" Xross asked.

"Gonna need another hour." She kept her eyes on the pot. "Gotta cook the fish just right to get all the juices and such. It's gonna be good." Her mouth watered. "I haven't had this in years and I hope I can make it just as good as Mama does."

"I'm sure you will." Jim smiled. "If you need any help don't be afraid to ask."

"Thanks but I got this." Laika giggled. "You two relax."

"Very well."

"If you insist."

The three sat in silence. Well, mostly silence, save Laika's humming of Martian songs and Kiwi chirping along with her and Abyss' purring. Xross and Jim got lost in looking up at the sky, counting stars as they started to appear.

"I'm at 299, you?" Xross asked.

"500." Jim smirked. "501… 502…"

"Oh shut it."

Xross focused on trying to count faster, tuning everything else out. His concentration broke however as he saw a light streak across the sky. His eyes widened as he saw it increase in size, the streak making its way down the sky.

"You seeing this?" Xross asked.

"I am." Jim got up.

Abyss hopped out of Xross' lap as he stood up as well. Laika looked to the sky, her eyes wide with wonder.

"A shooting star?" she asked.

"Maybe?" Jim narrowed his eyes. "It's still going too."

The streak soon came to the horizon line, its size indicating it was close to their location. There was a loud boom and shaking as it hit the ground, a flash of light in the distance.

"I… don't think that was a comet." Xross looked upward, noting two other streaks of light in the sky. Spaceship streaks. "... I gotta check it out."

Xross dug into his backpack, pulling out what looked like a headset with lion ears on it. He slipped it on, tapping a button as his lion helmet appeared over his head and face. Without another word, he bolted towards the crash sight.

"H-Hey! Xross!" Jim yelled, chasing after him. "Wait for me!"

Laika stayed where she was, Kiwi and Abyss standing by her sides. She shook her head, focusing on the cookpot again.

"And thus another night for this rag tag team..."

#leonideas: warrior of earth #nari wong #jim altair #laika #laika the martian #xross altair #xross #original content #original writing #writeblr #writblr #indie writer #writing #preview chapter #story preview #science fiction #scifi #aileen rose #yellow rose productions

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boymeetsweevil · 6 years

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For science 1/7 - (NSFW)

Grouping: Reader x Nerd!Jungkook

Word Count: 6.1k

Warnings/Themes: masturbation (vaginal) & voyeurism, unrequited feelings, eventual sex. is this crack yet? lol there’s a plot i swear.

Summary: Jungkook asks you to let him watch you get off. For science.

A/N: posting this now because I’ve been working on it on and off for like a month and im tired of looking at it and jk’s bday is coming up HAPPY BIRTHDAY JK and i’ll be too busy with school plus im almost 7k into the second chapter so..

part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7

Your eyes burn in protest as you scroll to the top of your terminal window once more to search for the error that is fucking your code up. It’s been hours of work and you still haven’t managed to get your program to run even though the homework assignment is easy in theory. In fact it’s just like a problem that Jungkook said the professors would probably give you in your sophomore year, and here you are in your junior year seeing such an ‘easy’ question. With him, it had truly been easy, though. Jungkook was a better computer science teacher than any professor you’d ever encountered. Thinking back to early high school days has you smiling softly to yourself.

You miss sitting closely together, heads sometimes touching, as you both bent over a problem while he explained why it looked hard, but was actually something you could do in your sleep. The wide smile he would give you when you completed competition questions in minimal time would always set your heart fluttering.

Your phone vibrating brings you back to reality. The caller ID reads ~JK~ and you swoop in to answer the call. If the time in the corner of your computer is right (and it is) he should have already opened his decision letter from the PhD department.

“Hey, what’s the verdict,” you ask as soon as you accept the call. You know there’s no other reason why he’d call you when you were supposed to meet up in a few hours for weekly game night.

“I got in,” his voice is soft, but you know him well enough to be able to hear the joy mixed in.

“Congratulations, Kook! That’s amazing, I knew you would get in, they’d be crazy not to accept you. Oh my god, we should celebrate.”

“Yeah, I was thinking maybe we could go out for drinks before heading back to mine to play tonight. You in?” Now you can practically hear the smile in his voice.

“Of course I’m in. Let me just pack up and I can meet you. Where are you--the department lounge? I’ll come over.”

“Actually,” his shy tone has you sitting down slowly, returning your jacket to where you had it slung over the back of your chair. “You don’t have to leave right away. I was gonna try and call Yoori. You know, to tell her the news. And then tell Tae and Hobi, of course.”

“Oh. Yeah, no, that makes total sense. I should probably finish this code for Choi’s class anyway. It’s due on Sunday, but I’m almost done. Might as well turn it in early once I find this error.” Your hand scrapes at the sides of your jeans, looking for something to grab at.

“Well then I guess I have time,” he chuckles, “Your typos are always so tiny that they take hours to find. Let’s meet up at the bar in 2 hours then?”

You wince. Although it’s not at all a mean-spirited jab, you’re no longer in the mood for the friendly banter at the mention of Yoori, Jungkook’s long time unrequited love.

“Sure. See you then,” you hang up before he has the chance to say goodbye formally like he always insists on doing.

You put your phone down and berate yourself for getting distracted. If you were the brilliant Yoori, you wouldn’t have even made the typo in the first place. But you weren’t Yoori because you didn’t have the fortune of being born four years earlier and four times more beautiful, elegant, or intelligent. And you didn’t have the luck of being so much of a genius that you could skip years ahead of school like Jungkook either. So instead you would just have to chug along, always watching Jungkook chase Yoori.

You go back to scrolling through your code only to find the error a third of the way down. Jungkook was right, the typo was tiny--a misplaced equals sign. You sigh and run the code to make sure it’s perfect this time, and when it is you send it in to your professor to be graded. You consider heading home and using the extra time to make yourself look nice. Not that there was anything wrong with your oversized university t-shirt and jeans, but suddenly you think maybe things would be different for you with regards to your love life if you tried a little harder. You’re about to leave the library entrance that’s closest to your dorm, but you get a text from Jungkook.

6:41 - I called Yoori and she said she heard about my deal with RealiCorp and she wants to link up when she gets back on campus!

You narrow your eyes at the text. Jungkook had recently sold some software he developed to an up and coming gaming company that was supposed to make the imaging on immersion headsets better. He had made a pretty penny and was covertly offered a position at the company, but it was also a large victory for the computer science department at the university and his picture had been circulating around the department website for weeks. You suppose she finally saw it while she was taking a break from her research project off campus and decided to answer his calls for a change.

You text back what you hope sounds like a cheerful congratulation and decide to just go to the bar instead. What’s the harm in a few rounds before the rest of the crew arrives?

The harm would have been miniscule at most if you hadn’t been in your feelings, but when Jungkook, Tae, and Hobi arrive, you’re three rounds in and a little bit sloppy.

“Woah,” Hobi shouts, giving you a too strong pat on the back when he sits in the chair next to you. “Someone started a little early. What’s the occasion, are we celebrating something for you too?” Jungkook shakes his head with a sheepish smile and goes to sit beside you, away from Hoseok.

“Nope. Just getting ready for an evening with your loud ass.” He gives you a pretend pout and flags the bartender over. Tae sits next to him and gives you a little wave and smile.

“Two whiskeys, make mine a sour and make his straight. From the high shelf.”

“Hey now,” Taehyung’s eyes widen comically, “Are you forgetting that payday isn’t until next week? I’ll take the regular whiskey down there, please.”

“Don’t worry. Kookie said he was paying with his RealiCorp money,” Hoseok stage whispers into your ear, “He’ll probably cover your round too.” You swat him away and turn to Jungkook, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“You know I’ll cover yours. The rest of them, I don’t know.”

“What? Come on, you’re the youngest,” Tae whines, less than satisfied with his cheap whiskey shot.

“Shouldn’t that mean you guys pay for me?”

“N-no! Because you’re actually our senior now. You’re graduating this year, I’m the oldest technically but I’m not graduating until next year. We know these two aren’t graduating until the year after that,” he points to you and Tae, “Plus, you’re going to the PhD program next year. You should definitely be paying for us.” Hoseok has a point, you and Tae nod sagely to back him up.

“Fine,” Jungkook sighs, pushing his thick glasses up the bridge of his nose, “I’m in a good mood, so why not.”

“I bet you are,” Tae’s grin is big and catlike in the low light of the bar. His gaze a little lewd. “I would be too if I was one step closer to finally bagging a girl like Yoori.”

You look down into your beer bottle, the green glass suddenly much more fascinating than the conversation at hand.

“Did you hear,”Hoseok turns toward you,”Yoori is gonna come back soon and when she does he’s gonna make her Mrs. Jeon.”

“I’ll be sure to throw rice during the wedding,” you snark. The bartender brings you a new beer without another word. Taehyung howls at your comment.

“I’d kill to have a wedding night with her.”

“Hell, I’d kill to have a bathroom stall night. With anyone,” Hoseok sighs, “It’s hard out here for a comp-sci major. Right, guys?”

You hum in agreement. It had been a while since you’d last gotten laid.

“You’re right. I can’t even remember that geology minor’s face. Do you remember her? What was her name? Mara? Kara?”

“Sara,” Hoseok provides with a grin, “I think she has a thing for comp-sci majors. Kook, you ever hook up with Sara?”

Jungkook shyly traces a finger around the rim of his empty vodka class. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone.”

“Ever?” You try to keep incredulity from bleeding into your question.

“Ever,” he nods. He hiccups a little and all of the sudden you totally believe that Jungkook is a virgin.

“Dude, wait, I thought you hooked up with that one chick at the music festival last spring. Am I the only one who saw her?”

Tae nods in agreement. “Yeah, she gave you her hotel room key and everything.”

“It wasn’t like that. She told me her brother was there for a robotics tournament and I asked her if I could see the bot.”

You smile despite your sour mood. If there was one thing you loved about Jungkook it was his blind enthusiasm for STEM. Even if it made him a little oblivious to other things at times.

“Well, you better fix that whole virgin thing fast, bro. Chicks like Yoori probably want someone with experience. In more ways than one, if you catch my drift.” Hoseok nudges Tae with a wry smile.

“That’s not just a Yoori thing, most people don’t want to have to coddle someone in bed unless that’s, like, their kink or something,” you take a large swallow of beer.

“Wait,” Tae says, eyeing you like he’s had an epiphany, “You’re a girl--”

“Didn’t we establish this 2 years ago? When we met?”

“No, no, I mean you can help Kookie so he doesn’t drop the ball with Yoori.”

“Yeah, right,” you snort, “Help him how? Give him a sex-ed lecture?” You turn to laugh with Jungkook, but he’s looking at you seriously. Or as seriously as he can when he’s tipsy with unfocused eyes and blushing cheeks.

“You…don’t want to help me?” His voice sounds pathetic and small, making you feel bad instantly.

“Oh, Kook, it’s not that I don’t want to help you. But think about what that implies.”

“Is it because I’m a virgin?”

“Oh my god, Kook, there’s nothing wrong with being a virgin don’t listen to us. We’re idiots.”

“Then why don’t you want to help me?”

Because I like you. You swallow hard, your throat suddenly dry. You obviously don’t say that, though. Instead you sit back in your bar stool.

“I-I would if I could, but I don’t know how to help you,” you finally say.

“It’s fine. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. I guess the thought of being with Yoori makes me a little stupid.”

Desperately you search for a solution. Instead of finding one, you call the bartender back and order a round of tequila shots. Jungkook gives you a sad look but doesn’t ruin the mood by not taking a shot. You order two more rounds because somehow, even though he’s drunk, he still looks dejected. After your third shot you can’t stand the way his shoulder slump.

“You know what,” you slur loudly, drawing three pairs of eyes to your face lazily. “It’s getting late and we might not get to play Fortnite this weekend. Let’s all get to bed so we can be up early tomorrow to play.”

Tae points a wobbly finger in your direction, eyes suspicious. “When you say early, you mean after 2pm right?”

It takes twenty minutes for everyone to get their shit together enough to leave the bar. Tae and Hoseok keep losing each other in the bathroom. Jungkook keeps forgetting that he has to pay and tries to ask the bartender what he thinks about sub-atomic particle physics. Even though you’re drunk off your ass, you somehow manage to keep yourself responsible enough to wrangle Tae and Hobi out of the bathroom and guide Jungkook through the motions of swiping his card and signing the bill. The four of you then squeeze into the back of an uber. Hoseok whines about being lonely while sitting in the passenger’s seat. Jungkook’s bumps his hand against yours until he can firmly grasp it and get your attention before you pass out.

“Hey, can I sleep on the couch,” he whispers in your ear. His breath smells like alcohol and limes. You turn your head to chase the scent away and rest your head on his shoulder. You yawn.

“Sure. No problem, buddy.”

Your apartment is the first stop on the route and you launch yourself out the car and run up through your lobby and to the elevator to escape the cold of the air conditioner and the fluorescent lights. Jungkook lingers in the car until Tae pushes him out to make room for Hoseok.

“Kook,” Tae calls out as he helps Hoseok pour himself into the back seat.

“Wassap?”

“The only way to get good at sex is losta—lotta...lot’s a practish. Okay?”

“But-but…Who am I gonna practice with?”

Tae merely whistles and points a finger upward, gesturing to your illuminated window. The car pulls away and Jungkook sways unsteadily up onto the sidewalk with nausea clawing at his throat. Thinking of the stairs he’ll have to climb—because there’s no way in hell he’s taking the elevator, even in this state—he regrets not just going to his own first floor dorm. Does he really need to get sex counseling from you? There’s always porn, he muses before remembering the rant you’d gone on blaming porn for making a guy you’d been hooking up with try to do weird things in bed involving a summer squash. Looks like he’d have to rely on the real deal to get anywhere with Yoori. Oh, Yoori.

A shimmering vision of the beautiful girl with elegant eyes and an ever-painted smile floats in front of his hazy vision and gives him the strength he needs to hobble forward towards the lobby door with dedication.

Minutes ago you couldn’t wait to go to sleep, but as soon you unlocked your door and made it to your room, you were wide awake. Even brushing your teeth and stripping out of your jeans didn’t to tire you out.

“Fuck,” you groan. You throw yourself onto your bed and hope that the way the room spins will lull you to sleep but when the spinning stops, your eyes still won’t stay closed.

The clock resting on your desk across the room reads 1:48am. It’s already clear that you’re going to be hung over, but knowing that it won’t be cushioned by a nice long sleep before you have to go to yoga at 12 makes you want to cry. You desperately wrack your brain for all the remedies there are to make you sleepy. You just canceled your cable last week to save some money, so you can’t veg out in front of the TV. You’re lactose intolerant, so warm milk isn’t an option. You’d take a warm shower but you washed your hair already and if you go to bed with wet hair your mother’s voice will haunt you all night with stories of the cold coming your way. Kicking your feet in frustration, you toss yourself over the edge of the bed to hang. Maybe all the blood will flow to your head and you’ll pass out.

You’re about to risk passing out and landing on your neck the wrong way and dying when a bright pink shoebox under your bed catches your eye. Of course, you think, how could you forget your precious vibrator. Luckily for you, a good orgasm or three always managed to knock you out like a light. You reach over and scoot the box forward with your outstretched fingertips until you get it close enough to reach inside and grab the petite tiffany blue bullet. Giddy laughter leaves your mouth as you heft yourself back onto your bed and fall back on the pillows with a contented sigh. Orgasms solve all your problems. You flick the device on to the lowest setting and ghost it against your clothed mound.

Jungkook is completely breathless as he leaves the center stairwell and finally arrives on your floor. The stairs were a bitch and a half, but your door is only two down from the floor entrance. He can practically hear the siren song of your pull-out couch. When he turns the knob to your front door, it doesn’t budge and he wonders if you must have locked it on instinct. There’s no way you forgot that he was staying over, he thinks to himself. Reaching above the doorjamb, he hunts for the spare key you left there especially for him. The door unlocks easily and he smiles to himself as he locks the door behind him and toes off his shoes. He’s about to face plant into the couch when you call his name faintly from your bedroom.

As he stumbles through the hallway slowly to your room, he thinks over what Taehyung said to him before driving off. To Jungkook’s drunk mind it makes sense, so it must be a good idea to seek sex practice from you. You’re the only girl he knows and he’s known you so long that he can already tell there would be no awkwardness. The sad look in your eyes as you listened to his predicament in the bar tells him that you want to help him, but you didn’t know what route to take. He flexes his hands by his sides and figures he’ll just tell you what Taehyung told him and get to coming up with a curriculum.

The door to your bedroom is half-open and the lights shine through the opening, so he figures you must be up and waiting for him. He can still hear you calling his name, but it still sounds oddly soft from where he is. He pushes the door open but freezes in his tracks when he sees you.

The first thing he notices is obviously the frantically moving hand you have between your legs and the loud buzzing sound that comes from it. He takes in more details the longer he looks. He realizes belatedly then that you’re not wearing pants. Thanks to the high prescription strength of his glasses, he can also see the way your hand and thighs shine and the huge dark spot in the crotch of your panties in the light of your table lamp. Your toes are curling and he can just make out the way your lower stomach clenches underneath the very same sweatshirt you’d been wearing to the bar. Technically he can’t see your other hand but he has a pretty good idea of where it is and what it might be doing with the way it disappears under your shirt. You can’t see him, though, because your head is thrown back and your eyes are closed. The only thing you’re probably at least partly aware of is the cacophony of wet sounds that come from where you work the nose of the toy over yourself. The last thing he notices is the way you call his name in a soft whining tone that has him stepping forward without thinking.

“Fuck, Jungkook,” you whine as the slippery heel of your hand bumps against your covered clit a little roughly on an upstroke.

“Yes?”

“What the hell,” your eyes snap open and your head whips around to see him leaning on the door frame as he watches you.

His eyes are heavy with alcohol and his cheeks are just as pink as the lip he releases from the grasp of his teeth. He reaches out and stumbles forward, causing you to scramble back to distance yourself from him. You bring your knees up to hug to your chest before you realize that you’re still very much on show.

“Jeon Jungkook, what is going on here,” you shriek, bringing your hands to cover your eyes only makes you feel a little bit better.

He sits down on your bed like it’s any other day and he’s just chilling in the room like you invited him over. And then you realize that you did kind of invite him over as fragmented memories of the recent uber ride you took together spring up.

“You said you wanted to help me, but you didn’t know how. But Tae told me I just have to practish.”

“Practish?”

“Practice,” he corrects himself.

“Practice what?”

“Practice sex. Duh!”

“Jungkook, no!”

“Please? I wouldn’t be asking such a huge favor if I didn’t think it was absolutely necessary.”

“Why can’t you just go to a frat party like everyone else?”

Your heart is beating rapidly and you think maybe you’re not drunk anymore. Never in your life did you think you would turn down sex from Jungkook, but then again you never pictured it happening this way.

“Because I,” his head hangs and he starts to pick at a loose thread in your duvet, “I guess I missed out on this kind of thing when we were younger and I don’t think I could get very good results in a basement party. Plus, I know you’d…”

“I’d what?”

“You’d be good to me.” He lifts his eyes to lock with yours. His gaze is oddly sharp despite the fact that his skin is still clammy like it gets when he drinks.

Your breath hitches and for a moment it does feel like the fantasies you have almost every other time that you settle into your room, lonely and horny. Jungkook laughs bitterly to himself and you can feel your resolve crumbling as something selfish rears its head in the back of your mind. He tries one last time.

“Please?”

You crack.

“Okay.”

“Really?” His eyes light up once more as he gives you a blinding smile. “Great. Let’s start!”

It feels as though you’re having an out of body experience as you watch him clamber closer onto the bed with you. Your legs naturally open to accommodate him and he scoots into your space, his hands falling to naturally stroke with the soft skin of your ankles. Even though he lacks experience, Jungkook has a leg up in that he’s naturally on the affectionate side. Something you can’t teach with any amount of practice. Even still, the idea that Jungkook will be sitting between your naked thighs makes your stomach do flip flops.You barely start formulating something to say that will sound educational when you hear him get ready to interject once more.

“God, what is it?” You worry that if he interrupts you one more time you’ll lose your nerve.

“I need a visual aid. And, uh, I won’t be able to see because of your, uh, undergarments.”

You’re certain that you’ve never taken anything off faster than you do in that moment. The panties fly into some far corner of your room and you can only hope that they don’t land in a clump of dust bunnies.

“Alright,” you stutter, “I don’t have to give you an anatomy lesson, right? Please tell me you at least know where everything is.”

“We took anatomy together in 7th grade,” he says like that’s a decent answer.

You roll your eyes. “Right, okay. Anatomy lesson it is.”

“What’s this,” you point at yourself.

“That’s the uh…entrance to the vagina?”

“Ok and?”

“It’s where the pleasure comes from?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes?”

“Partial credit.”

“Isn’t that where the…phallus goes, though?” You decide it would be best to ignore his word choice for now.

“Yeah, I mean stuff goes in there but that’s not where all the pleasure comes from. For some people that’s not where any of it comes from.”

His eyes widen nervously. “Then where does it come from if not from penetration?”

You gesture again. “This is the clitoris.” His sweaty bangs flop over his lenses as he nods enthusiastically. Finally something he remembers.

“The clitoris,” he chirps affirmatively. You side eye him, but keep going.

“This little thing is basically there for the sole purpose of pleasure.”

“How do I activate it?” Again you blink at his terminology. Although you’d been a STEM freak with Jungkook for years, somehow he managed to baffle you with his nerdiness.

“Uh, you can stimulate it by touching it.” You draw a small circle in the air around the nub to demonstrate. “Like that, for example. You can also use your hands or your mouth.”

“Or that little blue thing you were using earlier,” he chimes in, reminding you of the embarrassing way this whole thing started.

You sigh. “Yeah. That too.”

“And that’s it?”

“No that’s definitely not it. We haven’t even touched the other places of pleasure or technique or foreplay. But this is a pretty good cheat code.”

“So what about the inside? Like the tubes?”

“There’s really not that much you need to know involving the actual reproductive organs themselves. We can just focus on the external bits for now.” You wince at how uncomfortable the discussion is.

“That makes sense,” his brows furrow seriously. He’s slow to blink, partly so he doesn’t miss anything and partly because he’s still fighting off tendrils of sleep.

“I mean,” you wring your hands anxiously, “that’s all you really need to know for now. It’s mostly learning on the go, anyway. You’ll be fine.”

“But what if I’m not fine. Don’t you think you could, you know, show me?”

“What is there to show?”

“How about you just continue…what you were doing when I came in.”

“Masturbating.”

“What?”

“I was masturbating when you came in.”

A hand flies to the collar of his shirt and he tugs on it sheepishly. “Yeah, that’s what I meant.”

You try not to focus on how weirdly awkward the mood is now that your lust has calmed down to barely even a simmer. You reach for the discarded vibrator that jumped out of your hand and landed by the edge of the head of your bed, but he stops you with a raised hand.

“Can you, uh, maybe do it the old-fashioned way? For the first time at least?”

“Right, I guess I’ll get to it.”

Jungkook sits back on his heels patiently and watches closely as your hand trails a path down your torso to the apex of your thighs. The first touch, though you know it’s your own hand, has you twitching a bit. You bite your lip hard to focus and circle your entrance to coax out more moisture, then you move back to circle your clit. You close your eyes in hopes that not being able to see Jungkook’s gaping expression will help. It does, a bit. After a few moments, you let out a breathy sigh and sink further into the pillows. You plant one foot more firmly on the mattress to give yourself some leverage and push yourself more into your circling hand. The slight increase in pressure has you moaning and your eyes fluttering. You peek through heavy lids to see Jungkook’s expression has also changed. His eyes, clear just a second ago, look glassy again from behind his lenses, his mouth slack and shiny. The rise and fall of his chest is a bit heavier. You let yourself think it’s because of you and go back to collect more arousal to increase the slip.

Apparently, you’re more turned on than you thought. When your middle and ring fingers wander down to your hole they come back pleasantly slick. Something in you suddenly feels rebellious, so you use your free hand to spread your lips further and bring your coated fingers up to Jungkook’s face. You flex your fingers and separate them to show crystalline streaks of arousal connecting them.

“Just so you know, this is a good sign.”

Jungkook swallows hard. Somehow, even though you’re still wearing socks and a baggy sweatshirt, you’re hotter than all the completely bare, busty women he’d watched moan and writhe wildly on his computer screen. He reaches out and delicately grabs you wrist before redirecting your hand back to your dripping center.

“Keep going,” he rasps.

You whine and begin to rub your clit more earnestly, lewd wet sounds fill the room. He can practically see your lips getting wetter and wetter as you redistribute your arousal with every rough swipe of your fingers. Your wrist is moving fast, but it’s clear that you’re becoming frustrated with all that you can do with one hand. Your other hand quickly moves to take over making tight figure eights around your clit while the one already coated in your juices moves back down to your entrance once more. This time, you crook two shining fingers and shove them into your hole. Immediately your back bends and a drawn out moan leaves your mouth. Jungkook gasps quietly. You pump your fingers in and out roughly, then withdraw them to add a third finger.

He watches you like that for a while before you get fed up again. It’s been a while since you’ve been so needy and you feel like you’re on fire. Your toes curl impatiently on either side of Jungkook and he realizes you’re looking for more. On instinct he scoots further until his own legs are brushing up against the undersides of yours. His hand reaches out to pet your quivering thigh in a sympathetic effort to help with your plateau. He looks down at your hand, twitching feverishly in and out of yourself. His hands are much bigger and suddenly he moves like he’s about to replace your fingers with his own.

When Jungkook’s hands start to approach your center your breath hitches. You’re not quite in the right state of mind to reject him if he offers to finger you, but you don’t want to take advantage of the situation and make it any more emotionally complicated than it already is.

“Not yet,” you offer when his hands get too close for comfort, “Next time, maybe.”

He seems to be thinking the same thing and averts his attention to the forgotten vibrator. His grip on your thigh disappears, and you sigh quietly, but it’s hidden under the slick sounds you make each time your fingers get sucked into your heat and the low moans you make every time your pinch your clit just so.

“W-what do I do?” His voice is small and his sudden worried look has you wrapping a hand around his and bringing it to show him how you click the toy on and circle it around your entrance.

His hands are sweaty, shaky, so when your hips start to circle on their own, they move to find a resting spot on your thighs and squeeze to deal with the tension rising in his own belly. He grits his teeth, clenches his hands, does anything he can to keep from overstepping and making this about him. As obviously cliché as it sounds, seeing you sweating and moaning underneath him lets him see you in a new light. You’d always been around, but your presence as a woman in his life was backgrounded at best. Now, with Yoori momentarily not clouding his mind, he wants nothing more than to ravage you. He’s almost certain that if he tried, his lack of experience wouldn’t matter too much. He’s sure his body would be able to act on baser instinct and give you the what you wanted. If you wanted.

Your moans change in pitch and soon he’s aware that this will be the first time he’ll have been privy to someone else’s orgasm in real life. His dick is painfully hard and straining against the jeans he’s wearing. But he forgets the discomfort fast as he watches you grind yourself down against the toy in a way that is absolutely filthy. Your bottom lip, shiny and reddened, is pulled taut between your teeth in ecstasy. Your eyes flutter open and lock with his own. You focus and notice his blown-out pupils look huge within the depths of deep brown irises. There’s no denying he’s turned on once you flick your gaze down to his crotch and see the large tent in his pants.

“I—I think I’m gonna…Oh!” Your leg kicks out on its own like some electric current runs through you. Your voice breaks as the waves of your approaching high begin to take over you. One of his hands inches upwards a bit and strokes the tense muscle near your groin softly, at a loss for words. “Oh god, Jungkook, you—” keening, your eyes roll into the back of your head.

One of your hands reaches up to squeeze at his bicep as he’s leaning over you. He wonders in the back of his mind when he got so close to you. Your leg hooks around him like it has a mind of it’s own and tugs him down, forcing him to topple over you. That’s the last straw and you sob from the intense pleasure. Meanwhile your warmth and proximity and your words prove to be a deadly combination and within seconds he’s spilling over himself in his boxers, untouched. He lets out a low groan that puffs against the side of your neck.

You both sit there and breathe for a long while, catching your breath and coming back down to earth. He sits up eventually and pulls away from you, leaving you cold. Your legs flop from around him heavily. You’re a bit irritated when you realize you won’t be able to walk normally for a while. He discretely wipes his hands off on your duvet while you wipe at the sweat soaking your hairline.

“That’s it, that’s the show,” you finally say.

He shoots up and looks at you anxiously. It’s cute. “You mean until next time, right?”

His eyes are wide and imploring as he hovers over by you. He looks a bit like a turtle from this angle. A cute one, though. One that you want to play with again next week. You nod even though he might have all that he needs to do well with Yoori, being the fast learner that he is.

“I guess so. Same time, next week. Do some research for next time maybe. Make sure it’s from something not involving the medical library.”

“Got it!” He turns and waits until you’re not looking to adjust his pants.

You notice his hair is sticking to his forehead when he finally stands up. And there’s a cowlick sticking up in the back that reminds you of middle school Jungkook, before he met Yoori. The idea of the other girl, the girl he’s really in love with, dims your post-coital glow. Although, you suppose you have her to thank for this evening’s events. How else could you have ever managed a one-sided romp in the sheets with your long-time crush?

Both of you take turns using the bathroom to clean up. While he hums in time with washing up, you slip panties on and debate about whether or not to throw your sweats back on. You decide that if you’re going to play this off like it hasn’t changed your relationship, you should put pants back on.He comes out looking pink and clean and you want to pull him back into your bed and wrap yourself around him.

To protect his glasses from the dangers of the bathroom, he left them in your room. Squinting, he walks with hands out to collect them. When he puts them on he doesn’t look at you and instead pulls his phone out of his pocket and swipes around while leaving the room.

“Heading out,” you ask with a quasi-disinterested tone.

“Yeah, I remembered I have to run the Saturday tutoring session this week. So I might as well go home so I can get ready for that. You should come, you know. Your test scores dropped 2 points this week.” Typical Jungkook. He couldn’t ever fully leave TA mode.

You roll your eyes. “Thanks for the reminder, but that’s still an A.”

“Maybe we can try this again next week the same time?”

“Yeah, uh, okay.”

“Cool, I’ll put it on my calendar.” He lifts his phone to his face to tell the digital assistant to pencil you in for next week. You try not to grimace at becoming a date in his calendar app.

“Get out already, you nerd.” You push him out after he puts his coat back on, but you do watch out the window to make sure his taxi comes.

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After the announcement of you both dating, an uproar came as well, since you were the ex of former idol Jay Park. which wasn’t a problem for Jin but to others, it seemed like you were like a gold digger, and things got very hard in the relationship.

Today was your birthday, Jin was on tour and he made a video and he posted it on Twitter and Instagram, you were crying really hard and you were so happy, and then you read the comments.

You weren't the type to seek validation form his fans, but you knew he loved them very much, and those comments were harsh, but one stood out to you.

“(Y/N) is such a slut, she goes after Jay park then Jin, she’s a whore who just wants attention and fame.” you felt so deflated, and it hurt, how they acted like mean girls.

For the next few days, you ignored his texts and calls, making him feel l

Like he did something horrible, and when he got home, he was pissed off at you, he wanted to yell out how you made him feel, but when he came in, he saw how you were crying on the floor, it hurt him, he knew about the whole slut-shaming you went through, but he didn't know how bad it really was.

He walked over to you, and hugged you tightly, “I am so sorry,” you hugged him closer. Soon moving up and kissed him, he did as well, not pulling away when he tasted your tears and wiped them off.

YOONGI

You have severe depression and anxiety, you had used to self-harm and when you met him, he made you feel alive, he showed you love, but one day, you started to doubt him, when she came into your life.

His ex, she was an idol and she came to your table while you both were celebrating your birthday, he was in the bathroom, and she saw the scars and told you a matter-a-factly,

“He only shows you love because he pities you. you slut”

When you both got home, he went to his office, while you went to your bathroom, getting an old razor, you start cutting, thinking of all the times he had sex with you, the loving and rough, he always made you feel good, but now, it felt like he didn't even care.

When he saw your arm after you went to get water, he dragged you to the living room and got the first aid wrapping your arms up and then kissed your scars, old and new, and then kisses you.

“I don't know why you did this, and I don’t care, but know that I love you openly because I want you to know you always have someone to talk to, I don’t pity you, and I never will.” you nod, and he kisses you, holding your face in his hands.

HOSEOK

It all started with a photo, of you both during the morning, your chest was covered why his chest was also covered, you posted a photo with him snuggling into your shoulder, you were barely in it, and you were wearing a tank top, but people thought you both had sex.

“Slut!”

“Whore!”

“OMG, How can Jhope be okay with dating such a skank!?!”

You laughed at the immature comments, Hobi looked at the photo smiling and then taking a photo of you again, you were giggling while he kissed your cheek.

You had no reason for being sad about it, he always made being with him worth it, being happy with him was too good than to be sad, he kissed your cheek and wrote: “Morning with my Jagiaya are always the best.”

And yet again slut shames, but this time, you just take the phone and throw it at the floor, pulling hoseok onto you, then he starts kissing your cheek and neck. You lay sideways for a while and kiss.

“I love you so much Jagi!”

NAMJOON

Since you lived in America, (you are white in this) he had decided to move there while Jin was on his military leave, (I read some crap article about how he was leaving for 2019, but he is leaving in 2020, I think) BigHit was okay with this and you both had been happy, this would be your 6th anniversary, you both had gotten engaged and were announcing some big news.

You had a mirror selfie with him towering over you and hugging your 4-month bump with your other arm touching his hand. “Baby #1! Here we come!” then the post explains how you both are 4 months pregnant and are expecting a boy, and everyone was happy for you both, but then there was some backlash against you, since you weren't necessarily married, but you were getting eloped then when the others, including him, were done with their military training, you both would have a normal wedding, and you would move to Korea with him, then start your family.

Some fans were jealous? So to speak, they didn't like it and sent hate to you and your child, one, in particular, was very hurtful and did scare you both, and it even made news, watching an interview with some of the members it was asked.

“So Suga, have you heard about the death threat against RM’s partner (Y/N) and their son Devin?” he nodded.

“Um, I have heard about it and I did contact RM to make sure everything was okay, I don’t think that (Y/N) is a slut and I don’t think that their child is a mistake and I am very excited to meet the little one.”

The comment was, when I see (Y/N) (L/N) I’m going to run her and her bastard child over, the slut and Bastard need to die. It didn't really hurt you, you never saw the reason in taking online opinions seriously. But it scared you because you knew some people would take those threats seriously.

Then, when your son was born, you both took a photo with him, and he held you both close, whispering how much he loved you both, “Jagiya, I’m sorry about the death threat against you and our son.” you looked back at him and kissed his cheek, smiling.

“There is nothing to apologize for,” and that was the end of the conversation.

JIMIN

You were in university for (degree) and you may him while interning for BigHit, and that's how it started, and you both were happy, but things did get hard when students would slut shamed you.

One day, you were calling Jimin and was talking about the whole baby business, yeah, you both were actually talking about it, even though you both haven't been in the relationship for a year.

You smiled and didn’t even notice the girls that were really jealous of you and how you got the guy that they could've gotten. You giggled.

“Jimin, if we have a girl, I'm naming her Hana, if its a boy, I’m naming him Yoomin, I'm not naming him Jimin-” you were shoved, dropping your phone, the girl called you a slut and then walked off, you sighed. Picking up your phone and started talking to him.

“What happened?” you sigh.

“Some girl called me a slut and shoved me. I’m fine,” he sighs, telling you he loved you and how he felt sorry for how things were. You giggled, telling him that it was fine, and how a lot of girls go through it.

TAEHYUNG

You both had a crazy relationship, only 3 months into the relationship you both had gotten pregnant with your daughter, and then 2 years later you got pregnant with your twin sons, he did want to be married, but you wanted to wait a little longer, but you were also expecting your fourth child, another boy, and you both had just announced it.

You both were at a restaurant together with your three- well four kids, your 3-year-old daughter was playing on her iPad, your 1-year-old twins were occupying your boyfriend. While you were holding your daughter agaisnt your 7-month bump. Then a young girl came to him, smiling and looking towards him expectantly, but he was too occupied with Tae-Wook and Tae-Kyung. You tapped her shoulder smiling.

“Um, Tae is kinda busy so, if you’d like, after we are done with our food he can take a photo with you-” she shoved your hand away, making your daughter flinch and starts sobbing silently.

“Don’t touch me, slut, your the reason no one else can get V’s attention.” she stormed off, you held Kyung-Min and soothed her, Tae looked confused on why that young girl called you a slut. But you knew why.

“Babe why did she-”

“Because she thinks that I’m the reason why you arent with some actress anymore.”

He sighed, nodding, you both knew that wasn't true and that he loved you for who you were and who you gave him, and who you were about to give him.

After you both were walking to the park when the same girl came up to him, asking for a photo with him, he sighed and looked down to his daughter, who cowered in fear of the girl, he bowed and apologized and kept walking. Not before saying.

“Please don't ever call my girlfriend a slut.” and he walked off, leaving that girl red in the face out of embarrassment.

JUNGKOOK

Okay, you both met while in junior high, he was your first when in high school, you both had been dating for a while, he proposed on your 8th anniversary, even though you both were 21 (Jungkook is actually 19 in the US) you said yes an when it was announced by the company. ARMY.Was.Furious.

Army thought that you were taking away their little maknae when you were not, they called you a slut, a whore, and told you to go and kill yourself. They thought Jungkook knocked you up or something, but he didn't he just felt like it was the right time.

When he got onto a vlive, he noted for everyone, THAT YOU BOTH WERE HAPPY TOGETHER AND THAT HE WANTED TO SPEND THE REST OF HIS LIFE WITH YOU. And another time that you bot was on vlive, another ARMY called you a slut, and he said to you.

“You are my innocent little angel, you know that? I would never once trade you jagiya.” he kissed your nose while you held onto his shoulders, you smiled and nodded.

#bts #bagtansonyeondan #bagtan boys #bagtan reaction #bts reaction #bts smut #jin #suga #jhope #rm #park jimin #V #jungkook #kim seokjin #min yoongi #jung hoseok #kim namjoon #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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zombies-apocalypse · 6 years

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Gargoyles - Awakening

Gonna do all four, five parts in this one post.

I know, I know. I’ve been doing the read more thing lately. It’s not my usual fare, but hey, it’s November. I’m NaNoing so... Yeah, you know the drill.

Part 1

Ahh, this animation style. It’s just straight up nostalgia - ELISA MAZA. My girl! <3 Man, I’ve missed her!

Clawmarks in solid stone. GASP. I wonder what that could have been caused by!

Back to the past!

Why doesn’t that guy’s mustache match his hair?

Sun’s looking real low there, boys.

Ahh, Goliath. How I have missed you, big guy! And that voice. A+ voice.

So, kid' show. Remember. I don’t even know how many of these people are dead now. At least a few have fallen to their deaths. In the first episode. Cause in Gargoyles, shit like this happens.

Royal bitch lady and even the soldiers griping about the Gargoyles. Bitch, please. Ya’ll owe them so much. Beasts? Beasts in the dining hall? Jeez, don’t be an ass. Ugggh. Those assholes.

I’m sitting here on Demona’s side. And not anymore. Not down with the bowing. Goliath being reasonable. Good guy Goliath. Such a sweetie, such a good guy. I’m so, so sorry for what he’ll have to go through soon.

Seriously. Goliath’s voice. Goddamn. Goddamn!

Okay, that mom was rude but you don’t need to be making matters worse by scaring the bitch-ass peasants.

Ugh. Okay, so I don’t like that it’s Vikings coming to attack (cause I like Vikings) but this is just all a human problem. This cowardace, betrayal... Uggggh. And the poor innocents who have to pay. The children and the Gargoyles. And so many defenseless Gargoyles murdered.

I remind you, this is a kid’s show.

Part 2

Ahhh, I’ve gotten how much I loved the opening music for this. Such an epic theme! Hyping me up for the upcoming adventure!

I don’t blame them for wanting revenge. I’d want revenge too.

Of course they’d follow for revenge, you dumbass! You didn’t kill all of them.

Ugggh. The Magus blaming the Gargoyles for the princess being killed. Even though they didn’t do it. Oh man, this curse. It’s not their fault, you assfart. And the princess still lives!

Mad props to Goliath for saving the Princess who was a bitch. Also mad props to the princess for realising the Gargoyles were not the beasts she thought. Ahhh. My heart though. Goliath choosing to be spelled rather than be alone. (Although honestly, he could’ve just waited until the eggs in the rookery hatched and then he wouldn’t be alone cause he could raise them.

Bitch just legit ran all the way inside and up the stairs. So excited to see Goliath. Makes it clear from the start that Xanatos is extra AF.

“Pay a man enough and he’ll walk barefoot into hell.”

Seriously, how much money does this motherfucker have? Cause he’s paying to buy a castle and paying everything to take at least some chunks of it and affix it on top of his skyscraper.

And the curse is broken! Woo! Their reaction to the city though. A+.

Xanatos, you extra mother fucker.

Oh, the eggs are gone. RIP. Although it has been 1000 years...

I’m just shaking my head at this entire fight.

LOL. “These weapons. We must be fighting sorcerers!”

Oh, and now we’re seeing what lead to the beginning of the first episode. Hello Elisa.

No, Goliath. Don’t trust Xanatos. Oh no, wait, trust humans. Just not that one.

Part Thre?e

Seriously though, how were girls supposed to watch this show without getting a crush on Goliath? Just saying.

And hell, Elisa. Elisa’s a babe too. Can we talk about her? How she’s smart, brave, and awesome. A badass babe who’s a damn good detective with a lovely heart. And she’s a POC! And a main character! Legit, she’s African/Native American. She was always meant to be a POC. Originally they had her as Hispanic, but when they cast her voice actress they changed Elisa to match. And this in a show that came out in 94!

So Elisa just met Goliath during all the time that I was babbling about Elisa.

Dude, I don’t do heights so I can’t blame her one bit for clinging.

Ahh, these two. “A good detective trusts no one.” “That much we have in common.” You say that, you both say that. But nahhh, you’re cinnamon rolls underneath all that distrust.

Floppy! That’s a floppy! AHH. VHS!

Hi Demona. Think I didn’t recognise you in those shadows there?

This show is sometimes really pretty.

“Stay outta sight.” Solid advice that will quickly be forgotten.

AHH. Just scooped her up! And that smile. AHH. Bridal style. Ahhhh.

Gods, this music. XD

Meanwhile, back at the castle. The newly named Hudson is walking around with their pouty pupper. And getting startled by rock’n’roll.

Jesus lady. A car with a carphone in 94? 40 grand... You’re talking like he brought it from some junkyard.

Meanwhile, the other three are blowing up some guy’s motorbike.

Oh, well. Who knew a single tranq dart would be enough to take down a Gargoyle. Or did they get him a few more times after that. I don’t know.

Part 4

Dunnnn, dun dun dun dun dunnnnnn!

There’s my girl, kicking some ass! They underestimated her. Also they don’t know how to aim.

Oh god, don’t try calling a taxi. That won’t end well. Yup, there he goes.

Yup, just a single tranq dart. Just one. Just now taken off. And a tracker.

Elisa the beast whisperer. Taming wild dogs long enough to put the tracker on him. Smart girl.

Hudson and puppers are getting used to the idea of television. Oh, I saw The Lion King for a second there. I see what you did there Disney.

And Elisa now knows he turns to stone during the day. Brave girl, catching their eye and leading them away. You know she’s gotta be exhausted. It’s been a long night for her and yet she’s still being a champion. Gods, I love her.

Again, their aim is rubbish while hers is on point. Go Elisa! <3

That lighting though, when the blond baddie stepped over the crack. Ahhhh.

Also what part of New York city is this that has a dock and a waterfall?

This guy is an idiot. Again, underestimating my girl.

Moment of awe and respect for Elisa. Leading those jackasses away, risking her life, and then returning to guard Goliath! <3

Brooklyn! Broadway! Lexington! Ahhh, my precious boys! And let’s not forget our adorable Bronx! <3

And NOW. NOW he reveals that Demona’s there. Insert gasp of shock from Goliath. And sinister look from Demona, a character who was never very good. And full of bullshit. Yeah, sure. He acquired her for his private collection, but she implied she asked to be cursed by the magus to be with them. AHH Goliath, you’re still in wuv with the bitch.

Ugggh, Goliath, sweetie. She’s no good.

Of course the Elevator is different. You’re looking at the mechanics that pull it up and down, not the one people ride in. Such a good detail there.

Part 5

FLOPPY ACQUIRED.

I feel bad for all the frightened scientists in that building. Jeez, imagine their nightmares after that.

Talk of monsters, you say? As if your people haven’t fought them before, eh? It almost smacks of a miscommunication. Of course, the defenders dressing differently from the attackers don’t seem to register to the Gargoyles. Then again, they have yet to see a reason not to trust Demona and Xanatos. Poor darlings.

Second floppy acquired.

NYOOM.

And now for Goliath and Demon to complete their mission... Success, but of course Demona fucks up their poor ship because she gives no shits about the well-being of humans. Splash. At least they had a softish landing in the water. Some of them should’ve survived. Most probably died.

Again, this is a kid’s show.

Ahhh, that hate. Hating all the humans for the sins of a few who are long gone.

Ahhh, the truth comes out! The attackers are from Xanatos’ company. No one had stolen anything from him. He sent them after disks that didn’t belong to him! Gasp! He used them from the beginning! Colour me shocked! (Which I’m not, of course.) And of course Demona’s in on it.

Dudeee, the Goliath bots. I forget what they’re called. But goddamn are they cool.

That isn’t a very sturdy bot, Xanatos. Should’ve made them more impact resistant.

I’d ask why he bothered with waking up Goliath and his friends to begin with, but it’s more cost effective to have a self-healing attack dog than a robotic one. Obviously he was hoping he’d get the actual Gargoyles on his side, expecting them to play nice - which he did very well except with Goliath himself.

Ah, Demona with a rocket launcher.

Ahhh, the reveal. Demona had betrayed them along with the captain. Tsk tsk. And now everyone hears it.

Elisa to the rescue! Woo!

Oh no, they both fell! And Demona’s wings got hit! And Goliath caught Elisa, but not Demona who fell out of view. Bye bitch. See ya later.

And Xanatos has been arrested. I don’t recall how long that lasts.

“Good, maybe we’ll catch a Giants game.” “Giants?” Ahahaha, he has no idea what she’s talking about and it’s precious.

#zombie watches Gargoyles #this post is a liveblog of episodes 1 through 5

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imaginetonyandbucky · 6 years

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Bucky found early au. Laura Barton is Iron Woman and she and Clint have kids au. During AOU (Hank made ultron maybe?) Bucky takes them to a farm where they meet his husband, Tony and their kid (Harley? Peter?)

Give Me a Home (where the robots can roam)

Part 1 of 2

Many thanks to @polizwrites for the wonderful beta and @orbingarrow for the cheerread!

“I’m happy to keep flying in circles, I guess?” Clint offers.

The rest of the Quinjet is silent, the Avengers reeling from Hill’s update about Ultron’s reach on top of the blows of the fight. The witch had messed with everyone’s heads, and the nightmare she had showed Bucky still danced in his vision every time he closed his eyes.

They needed, he needed, a place to regroup. Bucky hesitates, but then heads to the cockpit. He reaches over Clint’s shoulder to type in the coordinates.

“Fly here,” Bucky directs.

“Tennessee? What’s there?” Clint asks, though he’s already making the adjustments to their course.

“Safehouse,” Bucky explains. “Not one in SHIELD’s databases. Ultron won’t be able to find us.”

Bucky crosses his arms and takes a deep breath. Is he making the right decision? Is he making his own decision? Can he tell if he’s following some order by the witch? Can he trust his own mind?

Steve comes up behind Bucky and peeks over his shoulder.

“You sure about this, Buck?” Steve asks softly.

Bucky gives himself another moment to hesitate. “Yeah. I’m sure.”

(More after the break!)

Eventually Clint announces that they’re approaching their destination. Bucky comes up to the cockpit again to point out a landing spot - an area just east of the barn kept clear for such a moment as this. Clint doesn’t comment on how the Quinjet fits perfectly.

The rest of the Avengers, all except Steve, crowd behind Bucky to get a glimpse of where Bucky has taken them. The white two story farmhouse stands out amongst the fields - the paint job that they’d undertaken a few summers ago still holding up well, Bucky notes. He spots a drone skimming the top of the cornfield. The crop looks to be coming in nicely, but Bucky will check the readings from the drone later to be sure.

Bucky suspects that’s a new barn in the northeast corner, and he sighs. As if they didn’t have too many barns and sheds already.

Bucky leads the Avengers off the jet, and he strides forward to outpace them to head off the four legged robot dashing towards them. With practiced ease, he grabs the metal collar around its neck to stop it from leaping on their guests.

“Yes, SPOT, we have visitors. Don’t jump,” Bucky orders, forcing the canine-like robot to stay on the ground rather than jump up on Bucky instead.

SPOT barks, one of the twelve types that are in its register. It dances at Bucky’s feet, instead, but doesn’t make to leap on Bucky or anyone else. Steve is the first to approach, the others hanging back in caution. Bucky lets SPOT go, and SPOT races around Steve, barking, while Steve tries his best to pet the overexcited bot.

“A robot dog named Spot. Really,” Natasha comments with one judgemental eyebrow raised.

Bucky shrugs. “Sentry Patrol of Terrain: SPOT.”

“Uh, what?” Clint asks.

Bucky ignores him to continue striding toward the house. He hears Steve coaxing SPOT and the other Avengers on, too, but Bucky’s focus is on the house. He does wish he’d called ahead, at least, but he’s happy to be yelled at for that as long as there’s someone in the house to yell at him.

SPOT wouldn’t be his fine and normal self if something was wrong, right?

Bucky leaps up the porch steps and bursts through the front door to silence. His heart pounds, the nightmare from the witch coming to the forefront, and Bucky fears he might throw up all over the new wooden floors they’d just put in six months ago.

“JARVIS, where is everyone?” Bucky croaks.

Silence.

Then there’s the sound of quick feet racing down the steps, a cadence Bucky recognizes, and the tension in him slackens.

“Daddy!” Emma squeals when she comes into view. She leaps over the last few steps, and Bucky races to catch her before she lands on her face.

Bucky sweeps her up into his arms and spins her around. “Hey pumpkin. I missed you.”

“I got a new watch!”

“That’s exciting,” Bucky compliments. He waves the rest of the Avengers into the house but doesn’t let go of Emma.

“…Okay. This I did not expect,” Clint mutters to Laura.

“It’s Dora the Explorer,” Emma explains. “It’s special.”

“It sure is,” Bucky replies with a smile. Her arms are wrapped around his neck so Bucky can’t tell if she’s actually wearing the watch, but there’s no way Bucky is letting go. “Emma, these are the Avengers. Everyone, this is Emma.”

“Hi!” Emma greets, releasing one hand from around Bucky’s neck to wave. Then she gasps. “Uncle Steve!”

Bucky winces from the volume right next to his head. Enhanced hearing is not always a benefit.

“Hey there, princess,” Steve greets with a broad smile. “How are you?”

Emma starts chatting, talking about everything she’d already seen and done that morning - what she had for breakfast, the bugs she saw on the porch, the drawings she did. Bucky half tunes her out as he cases the rest of the house. He’s still missing two people, and he didn’t forget that JARVIS never answered him.

Bucky spots Harley lurking around the corner to the living room and breathes a sigh of relief.

“Harley, come meet the Avengers,” Bucky beckons. He rearranges Emma onto his hip, leaving his metal arm available.

Harley slouches and shuffles forward, playing it cool. “You’re in trouble,” Harley tells Bucky.

Bucky frowns. He definitely should’ve called ahead, but where was Tony if Tony already knows about Bucky bringing the Avengers home with him? But before Bucky can question Harley, the boy has already moved on.

“Steve!” Harley greets with a rare smile.

It hurts to see the smile directed at Steve instead of Bucky, but Bucky hides it. It gets harder when Steve opens his arms and Harley races to him for the hug.

“Heya, squirt,” Steve replies, smiling, though he does a sympathetic grimace at Bucky.

Bucky shakes his head and kisses Emma’s temple. It’s not great, but Bucky can handle Harley’s teenage rebellion or whatever it is, especially if Steve is still allowed to look after Harley.

“Where’s your dad?” Bucky asks his kids.

“In the basement,” Harley replies as he eyes the other Avengers. “He said not to bother him.”

“How long ago was that?” Bucky asks. “Never mind, he’s about to be bothered. Is everything alright with JARVIS? He didn’t answer earlier.”

“My apologies,” JARVIS says. Several of the Avengers twitch at the sudden voice coming from the ceiling, and Bucky winces because he forgot that JARVIS might seem similar to Ultron to the Avengers. To Bucky, JARVIS is far, far removed from what Ultron is. Harley smirks, because they don’t have many guests over who they can spook with AI butlers anymore, but Bucky shoots Steve an apologetic glance. Steve glares as he frantically whispers to an explanation to the Avengers. “I’m afraid I was rather tied up at the time. Sir is on his way.”

“Thanks, J.”

“Anytime you want to explain a little, Barnes, please feel free,” Clint voices.

“JARVIS is an artificial intelligence who manages my home,” Bucky explains. “These are my kids, Harley and Emma. My husband, Tony,” Bucky introduces as Tony walks through the door to the basement.

“You,” Tony snarls, pointing a finger at Bucky. “What did you do? You’re in the doghouse, only I wouldn’t do that to SPOT, so you’re in the barn with the tractors.”

“You put heating in the tractor barn last winter so your tech wouldn’t get cold. That’s not much of a punishment, babe,” Bucky replies, relief almost making him dizzy. He tugs Tony to him and kisses his cheek wishing he could keep his family like this, forever. No nightmare, no destructive sentient robots. Just… them.

“Harley, think of something creative to punish your father with,” Tony orders. He takes in the rest of the Avengers. “Or whoever it was that let that thing onto the internet that’s trying to hack every country’s nuclear codes.”

“Ultron,” Bruce sighs. “He’s gotten the nuclear codes?”

“No, I’m blocking it - Ultron?” Tony sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Well, JARVIS is now. Most of his processing power is directed to that, so please don’t bother him.”

“You’re Tony Stark,” Hank realizes, voice flat. “When the tabloids stopped mentioning you, I figured you were dead.”

Bucky turns, metal fist clenched and ready to defend.

“Hank Pym,” Tony sighs and rolls his eyes. “I should’ve known. This is definitely one of your disasters. And it’s Barnes now.” Tony pulls out the wedding ring that hangs on a chain around his neck.

“Sorry to barge in on you like this, Tony,” Steve redirects.

“Oh, right. Pleasantries. Hi everyone. Welcome to the farm. I know you but you probably don’t know me.” Tony points at Pym, whose lips had pursed. “You definitely don’t know me, so shut up.”

Hank mumbles something that Bucky intentionally ignores so he doesn’t have to do something about it.

“I’m ignoring you,” Tony tells Hank. But then Tony sees Laura and does a double-take. “You. You wonderful genius superhero. Iron Woman. May I please see that gorgeous flying armor? Repulsor-tech, right?”

“Hey now, don’t drool at my wife,” Clint complains.

“Honey, we talked about this,” Bucky reminds him.

Ever since Laura had taken to the air in a flying suit of metal armor, Tony had been pestering Bucky with questions. Which was fine - better than Tony pestering Fury, because that never ended well - but then Bucky was playing middle-man in science speak that sometimes he got wrong and then Tony quizzed him until Bucky ended up with a scrambled jumble that made even less sense. And Bucky had to pretend to Laura that it was Bucky who was interested.

Tony knew some things already, having hacked SHIELD’s files about the armor, but Laura had kept the arc reactor and repulsor tech under wraps. When she and Clint had confiscated the technology from Vanko, Vanko had carved a swath of destruction across Russia and the Balkans so wide that had Fury content to keep the knowledge off the grid.

Laura had taken Vanko’s technology and created the Iron Woman, a sleek black and gray armor that was, to be honest, almost indispensable in the field. Tony had even distantly consulted on the low level AI helping to pilot the suit.

Tony tosses a glare at him, and Bucky thinks it’s a bit sharper than warranted. They had talked about it, and Tony had told Bucky to make sure that Tony played it cool. “It’s not like you bring geniuses home with you every other day. All I get is Captain Forties over there who insists on reading physical newspapers and pretends he doesn’t know how to send an email.”

Laura laughs obligingly and Steve rolls his eyes.

“I’m happy to show you the armor, Tony,” Laura replies.

Then Tony turns. “And Banner! You brought me Doctor Banner!” Tony exclaims, shaking Bruce’s hand. “Your work on anti-electron collisions is unparalleled. And I’m a huge fan of the way you lose control and turn into an enormous green rage monster.”

“Thanks,” Bruce replies, a confused smile on his face.

Emma squirms in Bucky’s hold, so Bucky lets her down. She goes over to Natasha, who Bucky realizes has been suspiciously quiet and still in the corner. But Natasha bends down to chat with Emma about whatever Emma wanted - her hair color, it sounds like - and so Bucky turns his attention back to Tony.

“The team needed a safe place to stay while we plan our next move. We have to stop Ultron,” Bucky explains.

Steve sighs. “Before he destroys all of humanity.”

“…yeah, okay. Fun,” Tony replies with only a blink of surprise. “Make yourselves at home? I’ll upload FRIDAY to run the house while JARVIS is occupied, and she’ll speak up if you’re doing anything you shouldn’t be.” Then he points at Harley. “The footage will be played back, so don’t think you can get away with anything sneaky until she’s up and running.”

Harley pouts.

“Are your kids okay? Safe?” Tony asks Laura. “If they need a place to hide out, we have plenty of space.”

“Thank you for the offer,” Laura says, “but Maria has it under control. We have safety measures for this, but thank you.” Then she follows Natasha and Emma up the stairs, seeing Natasha’s signal for backup as Emma tugs Natasha to her room to show of her drawings.

Clint nods his thanks as well. “If I knew Barnes had his own kids, I would’ve made him babysit more.”

“We’re not his. We’re adopted,” Harley chimes in.

“Harley!” Tony reprimands sharply.

“Adopted makes you his,” Clint argues with a smirk.

“Oh God. If you two are going to argue, take it outside where I can’t hear,” Bucky sighs. Of course, that only encourages Harley.

“You’re Hawkeye, right? Why do you use a bow and arrow? I mean, don’t you run out? And wouldn’t it be faster to use a gun?” Harley questions.

“Kid, I’m gonna show you why. Find a couple things that can get holes put in ‘em and that you can manage to throw with those kiddie arms of yours and we’ll have some fun.”

Tony sighs as Harley races toward the back of the house with Clint sauntering behind him.

“I’ll just wait until I hear screams,” Tony decides.

Bucky frowns. He doesn’t need Harley absorbing any dangerous ideas from Clint - the kid gets enough of his own - but Clint does have his own kids. Neither of them should end up too injured, probably. Hopefully.

Thor walks out the front door, and Steve follows him.

Bucky will go after Steve soon. Steve had been too quiet and pained over whatever that witch put in his head. Bucky can take a few guesses as to what Steve could’ve seen that would shake him up like this, and Bucky likes none of them. But right now, Bucky has his own head to get on straight.

“Hey, Banner. I’m sure Tony wouldn’t mind you checking out the lab space in the basement,” Bucky suggests as he takes a hold of Tony’s elbow.

“I’d be happy to give you a tour!” Tony offers. Tony steps toward the basement door, but Bucky tugs him back. “But science?” Tony questions, turning to Bucky.

Fortunately Bruce picks up on what Bucky wants. “I’d love a tour,” he says, “but later is fine. Hank and I can go check on Clint.”

Then Bruce pulls Hank away, toward the back of the house and to probably the backyard, and then Bucky is finally left alone with Tony.

Bucky yanks Tony to him and kisses him, deep and desperate. Bucky searches for home in Tony’s mouth and finds it, clings to it, until he finally pulls back with a shaky breath.

“Now that’s what I call a welcome,” Tony purrs as he reaches his hands up to stroke the back of Bucky’s neck. “Hello, husband.”

Bucky rests his forehead against Tony’s and tries to even out his breathing. He keeps his hands on Tony, even though Tony makes no motion to move away from where Bucky has Tony trapped against his chest. The memory of the vision returns though, even now, and Bucky shivers.

“Tell me,” Tony whispers.

Bucky licks his lips. “It was a witch. She - she got in my head. Made me see things.” Bucky tightens his arms around Tony. “You were dead. You, Harley, Emma. I was the one - the programming -”

Tony shushes him. “I get it. But we removed it. We got it all, James. You aren’t going to hurt me or the kids. You wouldn’t.” Tony kisses him, chaste and sweet. “You aren’t going to let her get in your head again. But we could scan you, check you out again, if that would make you feel better.”

Bucky nods. “Please.”

“Alright, baby. Come on down to the lab. I’ll get FRIDAY going and she’ll help me scan you.”

“Okay,” Bucky breathes.

Tony gives him one more quick kiss before he tugs Bucky to the basement. “And if everyone is still occupied when we’re done, I’ll give you a more fun hands-on scan, hm?”

“You can never resist the tac gear, can you?”

Tony grins. “It’s always so fun to strip you out of it.”

#winteriron #tony x bucky #tony stark #bucky barnes #background clint x laura #hddnone #prompts #Anonymous

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Fortune Teller (Poly!Hamilton Squad x Reader)

Word Count:2,477 Au: Modern / Post High school Triggers: SMUT, cursing, Alexander Hamilton Authors Note: I'm sorry but finals have been kicking my ass and this story was dragging forever. Ps. I have never had sex with more than one person so not quite sure what it looks like with 5. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ You couldn't believe it. You can't fucking believe it. Y/N L/N was going to see a fortune teller. You had joined the ranks of the exact people you made fun of throughout all of high school. You weren't quite sure why this was something you had to do, but I guess it is your time to do so. At least.. now that Peggy was practically pushing you towards the awkward tent set up in the park. Fortune Tellers. What a load of shit. How could somebody tell your future out of some “magical orb”? You were a psychology major at Kings College and had just learned aviut hiw the brain tricks you into believing “magic” to be real. “Peggy, do I have too?”you complained. “Of course. I'm going to go first then you will ok?” she replied. You had to admit, for her being the forgotten daughter, she was the most persuasive and most fun to be around. She entered the tent, smiling at you and asking you to wait outside. 2 hours later she slid out of the tent, giggling and blushing. As you whisper to her, “How was it?” She answered you in giggles and pushed you in. The woman inside was older and was dress in a metallic emerald dress and accessorized in silver. You sat nervously in the chair provided and waited. The woman looked at you, no.. not looked through you. She was looking for something inside of you. She reached for your hands. In a misty voice, “My dear you have been looking for a man to help you feel complete. Correct? Well if you look into my crystal ball you would see that I predict 4 men who will fall in love with you.” You look at her like she is a total lunatic. “Are you serious? I have spent the last 7 years trying to talk to someone to try and start a relationship and I get shot down faster than the Titanic!” you start to get angry with the lady. She shot you a look of understanding. “Sweetheart. I know. But you can't understand without looking through my crystal ball.” “If you say so?” You lean forward and gaze into the crystal ball. The milky white seemed to take over your senses. You were frozen, unable to move your arms or legs, only thing capable of moving were your eyes. Out of the mist, you saw a familiar face of an old friend from elementary school. “Is that John Laurens? Hey lady your crystal ball is broken, I know this guy, and hate to be that girl, but there is only one guy here.” Her face swelled in the mist and seemed to seethe with anger, “Just wait girl, you only just started.” The face was wiped out of your view and Laurens slid into the top left corner of your view. Then a new face appeared before you. He was painting flowers on a canvas, then your name is etched into the petals of an elaborate rose. At the bottom of his canvas with such a grace he signed it as Lafayette. His image was swept into the top right as soon as the next figure cane into focus. A man with medium build and a scarf around his forehead was slaving over a mannequin and was making the most beautiful dress you had ever seen. The fabric glimmered like a sapphire in the candle light. He took a step back as a man called out his name, Hercules. Another man entered the field, he was smaller than Hercules,but had a face burned with determination that haunted your heart. Hercules hugged the smaller man, kissed his forehead and said, “Why does it seem like your later every night Alexander?” Alex sighed and just laid into Hercules’ arms. The other two boys merged into this image bringing Lafayette and John into the hug. The milky void released its hold on you and the woman behind the ball smiles at you. “Go for them, dear. They are waiting.” You run away from the tent and realized it was dark. You checked your phone and noticed it was 11:30 at night and started panicking because Peggy had left without you. You reach for your phone and call John. “John, I need your help. I'm alone in the park and I'm afraid. Can you please come and pick me up?” you beg. Several voices were heard on the other side of the phone. “Please John?” “I will be there ain't 8 minutes Y/N.” You stuck your phone into your pocket and hold back your tears. 8 minutes. Why did 8 minutes seem to drag on for what felt like an eternity? Why did you stay outside in the dark? You heard voices and started panicking, but still waited for John to save you like he always seemed to. Ever since elementary school when he said that he'd prove that you were important to him. Lucky for you John took being your white knight very personally and was there in 5 minutes. He ran across the lawn and you threw yourself into his arms and kissed him as fiercely as your body would allow. “Y/N..wait.” John kissed into your lips as he started to push you away. “John. I know everything. The others and you and.. me… we belong with each other. That crazy lady in the tent just showed me everything.” John smiled and almost cried, “I've been waiting for you to say that since high school.” He carried you bridal style to his pick up truck. The same car he had used to drive you to school everyday of high school. He sits you in the passenger seat and travels around the car to take a seat in front of the wheel. You tell him your story and he blushes at the idea of him even being seen in your vision. “When we get to the apartment, let me go first. We have to make this easier on you. 4 guys. Its intense. So I can understand if you want anyone in bed with you, or bot. You can, but we need make sure we don't force you towards 4 guys in one bed all at first.” John suggests. You nod in response and he squeezes your thigh. You smile at him the same way you have since you met him, but somehow it seems different. You finally got to the apartment and he asks you to wait outside while he explains the situation to the others. You sit on the floor against the wall and start to panic on whether or not they will accept what have you seen. Then a door opens and a single figure slips through. A slender man with a tight bun on the top of this head. Lafayette. “Bonjour mi petite ange. Are you ok?” he whispered in a heavy French accent. You weren't quite sure how to respond so you just nodded your head, completely unaware of the tears that crawled off of your face. His hands reached to either side of your face to wipe the tears away and kissed your forehead. The other 3 boys came outside and watched as Lafayette kissed your forehead delicately. The boys ushered you inside. Hercules had pulled out a really big tshirt and some boxers for you to put on. He seemed really upset that he couldn't make you something, but time was the current enemy. Alexander and John had made some hot chocolate for you. And Lafayette had gotten you a cozy blanket to hang out in. “Thank you so much. I'm sorry for putting everyone on the spot like this.” The guys all nodded their heads giving you words of reassurement. Weeks past and all of the boys had accepted you into the apartment and you officially moved in. The boys made a chart for who got to share the bed with you and who would sleep in the extra rooms. “Guys, isn't this a little silly?” you would scold. “Y/N we want you to be comfortable and slowly accept all of us.” Alex would continually tell you. “If you say so.” You would always whisper. So first night of the chart was Alexander. The two of you laid cuddling on the bed watching some cheesy movie about singing cats. You would hold in a snicker whenever Alex would start singing. He would shoot you with his caramel eyes whenever you'd start giggling. “Y/N it's not very ladylike for you to be laughing at me.” He’d groan. “Oh yeah? What do you know about ladylike?” you sit with your chest against his knees. His senses overwhelm him and causes him to lose all control of his body. You move into his lap seeing an opportunity and started playing with his hair and clinging to his chest. “Oh you poor baby.” You would sigh in an almost mocking tone. “Y/N whatever you are doing, you need to stop, because the others will find ou-” he stops abruptly as you start sucking on his neck innocently. He pushes you away gently and you get a view of the hickeys you have placed on him. “Y/N, whatever you are doing is going to get me in trouble with the other guys.” Alex looked at you with dazed interest. “But Alex…. The chart says I get to choose when.” You whine. “Fine, but you asked for this.” he smirked. You tilt you head in confusion and his mouth latches onto your neck and shoulder. His hands start to roam aimlessly around your body before pinning you down underneath him. “Are you sure you want me to do anything?” he asks quizzically hovering over you. You nod your head, trying not to break contact with his eyes. After coaxing your torso out of your shirt, he lowers a couple of inches and lays with his head on your chest for a minute. He takes your breast into his mouth and starts to suck expertly. You start to moan he stops to put your shirt into your mouth. “We can't have them hear us, Y/N.” Alex growls. He traces his finger along the length of your body and pulled your waist close to his. You could feel his massiveness against your stomach and gulped. He pushed into you and smiled deviously. “What? Do you want more?” he whispered into your ear. You shimmy out of your pj pants and wrapped your legs around him. Still fully clothed, he began massaging your vagina with his palm and worked you into a point of being wet. Once he decided you were the right level he stopped and switched out of his clothes. He went back on top of you and slid right into you. He froze in pure bliss and kissed you. “Y/N, Y/N, Jesus Christ.” Your hips start to rock into his and push him further into you. Finally getting the message he slams into you as fast as he can. You whisper, “I'm about to..” He slams into you one last time and you ride the orgasm together. Just as you two finished, the other three walked in. None of them really noticing what happen, were all saying things like, “We heard slamming”, “Are you two alright?” and other things before realizing that the two of you had sex. Lafayette, Hercules and John all instinctively stripped down to nothing and crawled into bed with you and Alex. “No no no it's my night with Y/N back the fuck up!” Alex growled. Laurens sat behind Alex started nibbling his shoulders causing Alex to surrender. Lafayette picks up and pulls you into his lap. He starts to suck on your collarbone and massaging your ass. Hercules sits behind you and moves your hair so that he could bite your shoulder. You tilt your head onto Lafayette’s and enjoy the pleasure these two men were giving you. Hercules pulled you back onto his dick and slammed into your vagina. You moan and lean forward to heighten the pleasure. Lafayette and John switched places and John had taken position in front of you. He was kneeling on the bed with his massiveness erect in front of your lips. You waited a beat and took a deep breath, looking at him with your best begging face. His voice let out his drawl and he whispered, “Well darlin, show me what you can do with that pretty little mouth.” You pull him into your mouth and start sucking furiously. You were sucking the tip as hard as you could before he started thrusting into your mouth. He couldn't hold back anymore. John seemed to be hellbent on fucking your mouth properly, and wasn't going to stop until he had finished. Hercules pulled out of you and join Alex and Lafayette who were naked messes and cuddling. John pulled out of your mouth and takes your chin in his hand pulling you up. “Where would you like me to finish, darlin?” he whispered his voice husky and smooth like Jack Daniels. You laid on your back and smiled at him. He took this as a sign and slid his dick into you and slowly as he could. Once he was all the way in, he slowly started rocking his hips against yours, and biting your earlobes. He whispers quietly enough that the boys don't hear him, “Y/N, I have wanted this since we started middle school. I have always wanted just you Y/N, you have always been the goal.” You wrap you arms around his neck and pull him closer to you. He works his way into you harder and faster with every thrust. Your moans turn into screams that echo through the apartment. You released first and John being sure to finish inside of you with one last thrust slammed into and released inside of you. The five of you laid in bed cuddling for 20 minutes just enjoying each other's company. You sat on John's lap with Alex's head resting on your thigh. Hercules with his arm around John's shoulder and Lafayette laying on his lap. Everything seemed perfect for those peaceful twenty minutes. Then Alex refueled his ego and started lecturing, “Wait a second guys it's my night with Y/N so everyone needs to get out. We were watching an awesome movie and having a good time before you all barged in. I don't do this to you on your night. Why did you decide all of a sudden that it was fair to do this to me? C'mon guys I have waited long and hard for tonight. Please just go. Gilbert, stop don't give me those eyes. Stop it. Get on out.”

#lafayette x reader #laurens x reader #hamilton x reader #mulligan x reader #Hercules Mulligan #gilbert du motier marquis de lafayette #john laurens #alexander hamilton #hamilton smut #hamilsin

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Transmission from Lanva Colony (6)

incoming transmission….

Location: Lanva Colony

bubble drone AT1 start up sequence…

recording (287)…

Benjamin held his wife's hand as their son came into the world. Tears streamed down Ben's face as he held their newborn. Lucas was his name.

bubble drone AT1 start up sequence…

recording (311)…

Victoria at long last was released from the hospital and avidly cared for her son. She held him, breast fed him, and changed his diaper. She was now on her second excused absence from the council only this time when she looked at AT1 there was joy and Rich color in her eyes. Ben was also changed by their new arrival. He resigned his position as communications manager and was able to find a job as a technician. It seemed to AT1 that the family he had watched over had finally gotten back on their feet. They were at peace with their lives.

bubble drone AT1 start up sequence…

recording (322)…

About a week later the council decided to end AT1's recordings, finding that they were no longer necessary. The family however, Vic in particular, opted to keep him as a home unit. No more silent reports of their emotional states being sent off to be scrutinized. Now AT1 was "part of the family" as Vic said to him.

eighty-one start up sequence…

personal recording...

It was in Eighty-one's habit to record the ceremonies, plays, and other events that focused around little Lucas. Earlier that day Lucas received a letter of recognition from his school that he was such a bright young lad that he and a few other classmates would be advanced straight into third grade. While his friends were saddened by the news they knew it was well deserved. In a school that consisted of the top two hundred brightest children on Lanva, Lucas along with his best friend Keigan were in the top 2% of their grade. This news added to the excitement of his sixth birthday party, Lucas was ecstatic.

His parents sat proudly as Lucas' friends from school gazed at the lit cake with eager anticipation. Lucas sat in a high stool and waited for the embarrassing music to start. Vic and Ben made sure Eighty-one was recording and then began to sing to him. Adam prolonged the song by adding one or two extra phrases which made the other boys laugh. Lucas waited for the room to quite down. Then he made a wish and blew out the candle.

eighty-one start up sequence…

personal recording...

The next day Victoria and Benjamin returned to their respective jobs. Lucas and Keigan were playing with action figures under the supervision of AT1. Keigan kept glancing up at the bubble drone. Eighty-one noticed.

"Is something the matter Keigan?" Eighty-one said. Keigan quickly turned away.

"Nothing at all." He said.

"He likes to play with robots." Lucas said "His dad is an engineer at Civil Corp."

"I am aware." Eighty-one knew Lucas would verbalize his friends thoughts for him. He was good at that. Eighty-one had psycho-analysed both of them already. They were both extremely intelligent obviously. However, while Keigan was shy and not many people got along with him, everyone seemed to love Lucas for his confidence and openness. So Lucas' instant understanding of the situation and quick jump on the opportunity to help his friend was to be expected.

"Well, what do you want to know about me?" Eighty-one said floating down to Keigan so he could get a better look at him. Keigan was embarrassed and hesitant at first but his fascination with robotic and AI technology got the better of him. He reached out to touch Eighty-one's spherical body and display.

"You're a psychiatric analysis AI." He said

"Very good." Eighty-one said.

"Reprogrammed as a home-bot?"

"Not reprogrammed, but more so repurposed. I can still function as an emotional support AI.

"Oh..." Keigan said. "...So you know how I am feeling right now?"

"I can make a few assumptions, yes."

"And you know how he is feeling right now?" He said.

Eighty-one turned to Lucas. Studied him for a few seconds then floated closer to Keigan and said in a mock whisper.

"You know he's smart but I don't think he understands what your saying."

"Hey!" Lucas said angrily then laughed at himself. It was true. He knew little about how robots worked. Physics was more his area of expertise.

Keigan did not laugh. He studied Eighty-one with the eyes of a mathematician that was trying to decipher an unsolvable equation.

Then he said "Do you know how you feel?"

Eighty-one hesitated, but then he said the obvious answer "No, I may be a well programmed AI but I don't genuinely feel emotions. Something changed in Keigan. His mind was resolute, almost cheerful. Eighty-one didn't understand why? Was it because he hesitated?

Just then a message alert sounded on Victoria's personal computer. Eighty-one floated up away from the kids.

"Don't break anything while I'm gone." He said.

Lucas shouted out "I'll be sure to do that, Eighty-one."

Eighty-one gave a robot's equivalent to an eye roll and a smile. As he glided towards the monitor he thought about that. Did he really find that funny or was the gesture simply in his programming. He reached the monitor and found the message to have an unknown origin. Which shouldn't have been possible. Every message on Lanva had a distinct location code embedded into it's code.

'Unless' he thought. This message was not from Lanva. He tried opening it. A restricted message appeared and it asked for a LanID number. Which of course meant it was for her eyes only. He left it alone. Eighty-one watched as Lucas walked into the room.

"Keigan's mom stopped by to pick him up." It was then that he noticed the message on her desk. He hopped up on her chair with impressive agility. He strained to reach the keyboard but he managed. Then he began typing.

"What are you doing?" Eighty-one said.

"I know Mom's LanID." He said nonchalantly. The screen went dark before he finished typing.

"Aw come on, AT!"

"I don't think your mother would like you looking at her private messages."

"Did you see the "Unknown" location? I'm curious. This must be from off planet."

"Exactly, so it's not for your eyes." Eighty-one said defiantly.

Lucas looked conflicted. Then he said "Rest Mode command: 0221"

Eighty-one's control over the computer was gone. He couldn't move or do anything to stop him. 'How does he know about my command codes?' he screamed at himself. He could only watch as Lucas typed in the ID code one key at a time. When the file opened a picture of a young girl popped up. She looked dazed. Her hair was a stark white. Below the image were lines of text. The first read:

Victoria Graphite your daughter, Sarah, is alive on Joano.

Transmission sent on January 6th, ##56

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Curtain Call, Ch. II

Chapter 2 of "Curtain Call," an Essence of Ragnarok story.

When I originally wrote the "epilogue" of "Found and Lost," I just wanted something… more. But, after having some time to think about it, I decided that it wasn't a very good "end" to the story arc. Sooo… I made this story.

Word count: 4,347 – Character count: 24,455 Originally written: February 11th, 2019

Taking some advise from a stranger in the park, Joseph makes another run at his "old friend."

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Seated in a swing at the far end of the playground equipment was a figure dressed in some nice-looking clothes. The fair-skinned figure – a human girl with shoulder-length, reddish-brown hair with a short fringe – was wearing a white, long-sleeved dress shirt, and gray dress slacks… but, she also wore two odd accessories: a yellow scarf wrapped around her neck and, despite the clear weather, bright red rain boots with gray soles. He also noticed that girl, who was reading a book, appeared to have a pair of crutches with her, both of which were rested against the nearby poles of the swing set.

“Uh, hey…” he cautiously greeted. When the brown-eyed girl looked his way, he asked her, “Mind if I join you?” She offered a soft smile and a light giggle. “I don’t see why not?” Joseph smiled, as well, then sat down on the swing next to her. When she went back to her book, he asked, “What’cha readin’?” “Oh, nothing special…” she replied. “It’s just a silly story about a robot super-hero.” The fox’s ears perked. “Tell me more?” “Well…” The girl gently closed her book before turning her full attention toward Joseph. “In the story, there’s this evil scientist who’s trying to take over the world. Um, the little robot’s creator – a good scientist – upgrades the robot to fight the evil scientist and the rest of the book is about the robot’s journey… learning about what makes Beings do what they do… wondering about things like morals, ‘right,’ and ‘wrong…’ and– oh! I’m… rambling, aren’t I…?” The girl rubbed the back of her head, offering a sheepish grin. She’d noticed the odd look the fox was giving her. “I just… really like this series! It’s interesting, watching the robot – who started as a helper ‘bot – come into its own and truly learn what it is to be alive! I highly recommend it!” “I’m not much of a reader…” Joseph paused… then, he softly smiled. “But, you’ve certainly sold me on the book.” “I have?” The girl’s eyes brightened, as did her smile, and she clapped her hands together. “Great! Then… you can have this one!” With that, she handed the book over to a very-confused Joseph.

“I don’t– what? Isn’t this yours?” he half-stammered. “No, I was just borrowing it from the library… which was a silly thing to do, considering I don’t even live here! A friend of mine convinced me to check it out – not literally check it out, but, you know what I mean!! I ended up ‘checking it out,’ anyway… then, I lost track of time!” “But–” “It’s far too late to return the book, today… but, if you’re willing to take it off my hands, then I don’t have to worry about it, and you get something fun to read! Everybody wins! O-oh! Um… th-that is… if you want to! I-I mean… oh, gosh… that was so rude of me!” She nervously laughed, rubbing the back of her head, again. “I-I’m sorry! Here, let me–” “No, no,” Joseph told her, pulling the book out of her reach. “I-it’s okay. I’ll take the book back, for you. Just… this was pretty sudden.” “Yeah… I’m sorry. I meant to return it before I left, but like I said… I lost track of time. But, hey! If you’re interested, then it all works out! It’s… due in five days, by the way!” Joseph chuckled. “Good to know!” Then, the two fell into silence.

The two sat side-by-side, Joseph holding a book and the brunette holding her hands between her legs. Neither of them seemed like they wanted to speak up, especially after the weird scene the latter had pushed onto the former. But, after several moments of nothing… “Hikari.” Joseph perked. “What?” “My name. It’s… ‘Hikari.’” “Like, the wood?” “No-no-no, my name isn’t ‘Hickory,’” she laughed. “It’s ‘Hikari.’ ‘Hih-kah-ree.’” “‘Hikari,’ huh?” He paused. “Pretty.” “Well, my name is actually ‘Bruce,’ but…” Joseph narrowed his eyes during his companion’s pause… then, he emitted a flat “What.” “Okay, long-story-short,” the lady started as she looked skyward, “My parents didn’t believe in traditional gender-role names. My mom liked the name ‘Bruce,’ and my dad did, too… I guess… so, it stuck! ‘Bruce Hikari!’ I usually sign things ‘B. Hikari,’ or go by just ‘Hikari,’ though. My first name is… a little confusing, what with me being a girl, and all.” “Why not just have it changed?” The girl half-scoffed, half-laughed. “If I did, my parents would disown me! Besides… It’s not so bad. School was sure something else, though… Kids can be so cruel…” “Tell me about it…” The two shared a smile before returning to their respective neutral positions.

“Joseph.” Hikari tilted her head toward her companion with a curious hum. “My name’s ‘Joseph,’” Joseph repeated. “It’s nice to meet you.” “‘Joseph?’” The girl smiled, again. “Nice to meet you, too!” Joseph smiled, as well, then leaned back in the swing, finally putting himself into motion. “What brings you to Masamune, if you don’t mind my asking?” he asked as he pumped. “That’s classified!” Hikari giggled, then she told him, “I came to the library to research something for my boss. Once I was done taking notes, I decided to look into that book my friend recommended. It was such a nice day out, I decided to check it out… but, as I said twice before, I got so into the book that I lost track of time! Then… you showed up, and here we are!” “Oh.” He gave a nod. “Right.” “I’m glad you came here,” the brunette said with a warm smile. “You’re really nice. Plus, now I can pass this book onto someone who actually lives here! I’ll probably get the book, digitally, later, so…” “Well…” Joseph started, “the library does have a drop-slot–” She tilted her head. “Oh?” “– but, that doesn’t always mean books make it back to where they need to go.” “Oh…” “Masamune Public Library is notorious for ‘losing’ books from the drop slot. So… yeah. You can trust me to return it on time. Once I’ve read it, anyway.” “Actually… you probably shouldn’t start with that one.” “Huh?” Joseph slowed his swing to a stop. As he did, he noticed that Hikari was sheepishly grinning, again.

“That’s Book Number 3…” she confessed. “I read the other two, at home, and was working on that one, today. You should probably read them in order? I mean… you don’t have to, but–” “Well, if I read this one and like it, that would just make me more interested in getting the other ones, wouldn’t it?” “I… guess you’re right…? Okay– sure!” The two laughed before, once again, falling into a brief period of silence.

“So…” Joseph had resumed swinging when Hikari got his attention, again. “What brings you out this way, if you don’t mind my asking?” “I… needed to clear my head,” was all he cared to tell her. “I had a rough day.” “Tell me about it…” “Yeah.” “No, I mean…” She offered another smile as she suggested, “Tell me about it?” The fox hesitated for a long while, wanting to lose himself in the back-and-forth of swinging… but, after a few moments of ignoring Hikari… “I get it.” “What?” He came to a dead stop which almost made him fall out of the swing. Hikari had gotten up and was in the process of collecting her crutches.

“You don’t have to tell me about your day, if you don’t want to,” she told him with a somewhat sad smile. “I can guess that something went horribly wrong, so it’s understandable if you don’t want to talk about it. If you’re not going to talk at all, though, I should probably get going. I have a long day of paperwork, tomorrow, and–” “Wait.” She paused, hovering on her crutches and looking at the fox in the swing. “Yes?” “I… lost a friend, today.” Her hands immediately covered her mouth. All-at-once, she understood why her new acquaintance had been so hesitant to talk about his day. “I…” she softly whispered, lowering one hand while keeping the other clenched over her chest, “I thought something bad happened, but… Gosh, I’m so sorry…” “To be fair…” Joseph offered a comforting smile. “I knew she was gone, three years ago. I just… didn’t want to accept it. I still don’t.” “I… know what you mean.” “Y-you do…?” Hikari gave a nod as she set her crutches aside and sat back down. “Accepting that someone’s gone from your life can be hard… almost impossible… especially if you’re not even sure that they are gone. But, eventually… there’s a point where you can’t deny it, any longer. You have to face the facts and admit… to yourself… that they aren’t coming back, no matter what you do.” “You… sound like you’re speaking from experience.” The girl softly chuckled, but she didn’t seem willing to either confirmed or denied that.

“If the person you cared for also cared for you…” she continued, “you have to ask yourself, ‘What would they want me to do?’ And, if they didn’t care for you? Then, are they worth worrying over, anyway? Once a person is gone and they’ve all-but-proven they’re not coming back… there’s absolutely nothing you can do about it! It’s best to just remember the good times and try to forget whatever bad times may have happened. At the very least… those kinds of experiences teach us valuable lessons about life, love, and friendship. Right?” “You… had a bad relationship with someone, didn’t you?” Hikari gave another chuckle and closed her eyes before going silent. “I… guess I’m being a little transparent, huh?” she asked, after a moment. “Any more,” Joseph replied, “and I’d wonder if you were even here…” Her chuckles turned into giggles, then, and she couldn’t help but smile.

“Honestly… you’re right. Completely and totally.” “I am?” the girl curiously asked, watching her friend hold on to his swing’s chains. “Relationships… good-or-bad… teach us one thing: how much the relationship is worth to either party. And, they always end up hurting everyone involved… whatever the end may be.” “Mmm… Bleak, but… not untrue.” “This friend of mine… She was incredible. We had the best relationship…! But, circumstances beyond our control brought it all to a sudden and horrible close.” Hikari hesitated before asking, “Did… did something bad happen to her?” “She… well…” Joseph inhaled… then, he told her, “She d… died.” “I thought so…” The girl frowned. “I’m so sorry, Joseph…” “Like I said… she died, three years ago. Only just today am I starting to get that. Heh… I’m such a dope…” “You’re not a dope!” she immediately told him. “You just–” “I spent the last three years of my life telling myself that she’d be back. Today, I even went and saw her. But, that girl I saw… wasn’t the girl I loved, anymore…” The brunette gave a confused blink. “W… wait, what?” “The girl I loved died, three years ago. All I saw was a hollow shell…” “I… A-are we talking metaphorically, now? I thought–” “Screw that shell and its creator…” “R-religion…?” Hikari blankly stared. “Metaphors? Religion? What are you–” “Hope wouldn’t want me to be sad. Especially, not for three years. And, that girl? She wasn’t Hope.”

Joseph stood up and walked in front of Hikari. She gave another befuddled blink as he took her hands into his, squeezing them with a bright smile. “Thank you, Hikari. You helped me realize exactly what I need to do to bring this chapter of my life to a close.” She gave yet another blink as he spun around and started jogging away. “Take care of yourself!” he said to her. “And, thanks, for the book! I’ll return it to the library in a few days! I promise!” “What… just happened…?” was all she could say, then. “I’m so confused…!” –––––

Another bright, sunny day graced the house on the hill well outside of town. It was on this day that a familiar figure was working on moving boxes into a large storage building. “Just put that box of bolts anywhere, Marie,” a voice called from inside. “Yes, Doctor!” was the blue-haired girl’s cheerful reply. “Once you get those bolts in here, we can… who… who in Ash’s Void is that?” “What?” Marie looked in the direction her friend was staring. “Oh, no! It’s him, again!” She immediately set the box she was carrying down and ran into the storage building. Instinctively, she stood by her creator – who had reached to a nearby rack and retrieved a pump-action shotgun – as a furry figure waltzed into the yard of the house on the hill. Clearly, neither one of them were in a social, welcoming mood…

“Get off of my property, you filthy beast,” the doctor shouted as he walked down the driveway, Marie trailing behind. “I heard what you did to my– what. You? You?!” The girl blinked as her creator immediately leveled the barrel of his firearm at the approaching figure. When she heard him cock it, though… “Waaait…!” she cried. “Don’t shoot!” “What.” The dishevel doctor shot his creation a glare that made her wince. “I-I mean… l-let me talk to him? I drove him off, yesterday, so…” “Marie. This is the vermin who…” The doctor paused. “N-never mind.” “What? ‘The vermin who,’ what?” She gasped, her eyes going wide. “Did he do something to you, Doctor?! Is that why you hate beast-men…?” “He’s the vermin who… kept me from repairing you,” he carefully worded. “W-well… m-maybe, he had a reason?” “That’s… I…” Dr. Lewis growled. “M-Marie, go inside! I’ll take care of this pest!” “Wait! Don’t hurt him!” she pleaded. When she was greeted with a very sharp, impatient look, she clarified, “I-I mean… b-blood is really hard to clean off of grass and pavement…!” “It’s my pavement and I couldn’t care less about the–” “Hi.” “Gah!!”

Without any warning, the startled doctor fired a round… into the sky. None of the three present were injured, though at least two of them were startled by the sudden explosion of powder and steel balls. Still, that didn’t stop the stranger from smirking at the befuddled doctor. “Long-time-no-see, Dr. Lewis,” he said. “Not long enough!” The doctor cocked his gun, ejecting an empty shell, before shoving it right against the stranger’s chest. But, as he gave the trigger a second pull… “What…?” All he got was a click. “Great– just great! The one time I forget to reload this cockamamie thing…!” “Nice to see you, too, Doc…”

The enraged doctor gave another growl before swinging the butt of the empty gun at the visitor. Luckily, the other man seemed ready for it and jumped back… while holding his middle finger up and at the doctor. When the scruffy man lost his temper and threw his gun down… “Anyway. Marie.” The visitor took advantage of the situation and directly addressed the target of his visit.

“Go away!” Marie told him as she tried to calm her creator down. “You’ve severely upset the doctor and, frankly, you’re upsetting me just by being here! I told you that you weren’t welcome here! Why did you come back…?” “Because…” The fox-man inhaled, exhaled, then calmly told her… “I came to apologize.” Marie gave a blink of her green eyes. “You… want to apologize…?” “Enough of your lies, beast-man!” Dr. Lewis reached down the front of Marie’s outfit, surprising her as he whipped out the revolver from the other day. He was quick to point it right at the fox’s face, causing her to gasp. “Masamune City by-laws state that parties who enter private property uninvited are subject to punishment of the owner’s discretion!” he half-shouted at the intruder as he primed the firearm’s hammer. “You’ve trespassed on my land for the last time, vermin!” Just as he tried to pull the trigger, though… something stopped him. “Doctor Lewis!” And, that something was Marie.

“What? How did–” the confused doctor stammered as he found the gun he was holding suddenly in the hands of his creation. “Marie! I order you to give me back that gun!” “Yes, Doctor.” He smirked… only to scowl, not a moment later. “Marie! What are you doing?!” “I’m returning the gun to you,” she told him as she brought it back, handle-first. “I mean… why did you unload it, first?!” She gestured with her free hand to the fox-man. “So you wouldn’t shoot him?” Dr. Lewis narrowed his eyes… “Direct Command…” Marie’s blue eyebrows rose… then, she sharply gasped, dropping the bullets on the ground. Dr. Lewis had been cut off… by a disabling punch to the face.

“Anyway…” the fox said as he cracked his knuckles and smiled at Marie. “I came to apologize, and–” “G-get out of here!!” Marie suddenly shrieked as she pulled her furious creator close. “I came to apologize for the other day, when I–” “I said… get out of here!” she screamed, throwing the handgun at him. Even when it hit him in the face and knocked his glasses off, though, he refused to listen.

“I’m sorry for treating you like… like… uh, what are you–” “M.C.P.D!” Marie cried into what looked like a small display – something she’d pulled from seemingly nowhere. “There’s a psychotic stalker at the Lewis complex outside of town! He assaulted the doctor and refuses to leave! Please, help us! Hurry!!” –––––

“Well-well-well… What’ve we learned, Mr. Lithius?” “Shove it, Jess.” “Heh.”

Joseph leaned against the passenger-side door of a car, arms crossed and a huge pout on his face as his friend, Jessica, drove him home. Against all reason and logic, he decided to stick around for the police to arrive while Marie and the dizzy doctor barricaded themselves inside the lab-house. When given the chance to make a phone call, the fox woke up his very-angry night-owl friend and had her come get him… despite the fact asking someone else would have been a much better idea on all fronts. Still, even though she was angry, Jessica understood why he’d called her instead of anyone else. She was the one who understood his situation best, after all… That, and she knew his sister would never let it go, if she heard about it.

“Tell me somethin’, kiddo…” she started as she drove. “What made’ja go over where ya ain’t welcome… ‘specially whilst someone who outright hates ya was ‘round? What’cha hope t’ accomplish? Anythin’?” “All I wanted to do was apologize.” Joseph sat up and continued, his tone turning indignant. “It’s not my fault Dr. Lewis pulled two guns on me! Marie even seemed like she wanted to hear what I had to say!” “‘til ya clocked th’ doc.” “‘til… I clocked Dr. Lewis, yes,” he begrudgingly admitted. “But, he just would not calm down! A-and, when I heard him start in with that ‘Direct Command’ crap–” “Joseph… Can I ask ya somethin’ really personal?” “What?” He paused, blinking at his companion. “Y-yeah? I guess?” “Joseph…” She paused, herself, before asking… “Are ya tryin’ t’ get yerself killed?” He gave another blink. “What…?” “‘cause, it sounds t’ me like that’s th’ case.” “I… I’m… I’m not, though?” “Joseph… Marie shot you. Three times!” “She never hit anything important, though!” “How’s yer shoulder?” she randomly asked. “It’s… fine?” “I ask ‘cause… Doc Lewis was gonna blow a hole t’ match that’n… through yer chest!” “Yeah, but he only had one shotgun she–”

Joseph stopped in mid-sentence. Jessica had slammed on the breaks of her car, sending him head-first into the dashboard with a loud grunt. As he settled back into his seat, the fox rubbed his sore head and his ears flicked at the mess of angry honking coming from behind them. When he looked at Jessica, though… he noticed that she was hunched toward the dashboard and looking away. She seemed like she was clutching the steering wheel pretty hard, too…

“Joseph Theodore Lithius…” “Y-yes…?” he replied. “Stop. Jus’… stop, okay? Fer me?” “What…?” “Stop tryin’ t’ die… Please?” “But, I’m not trying to–” “Bullshit!!” Joseph winced as his friend finally snapped. He had to blink, again, as he noticed the way she was glaring at him. “J… Jessie?” She didn’t seem angry. She seemed… scared.

After explaining to highway patrol why they were blocking traffic – not to mention getting a hefty fine, which Joseph said he would take care of – Jessica pulled off the highway and found an alley to park in. Once they were settled, the latter pushed their seat back, crawled into the rear of the vehicle, and curled into a ball, cocooning herself within her wings. She was visibly shaking… but, Joseph didn’t understand why.

“Jessie…?” he called as he undid his seatbelt. “Are you–” “Don’t ‘Jessie’ me, you stupid asshole!!” The fox winced. Jessica had pulled her head up just to shout at him. In the brief moment he’d seen her face, though… he noticed that she still looked scared. Her face also looked a little wetter than it had been, prior… “Jessie…?” He opened his door and immediately walked to the back, opening the door but not re-entering the vehicle. “Jessie, are you crying?” “Yes!” she exclaimed from behind her arms and wings. “W… why are you crying? Why do you look so scared, too? Jessie, talk to me,” he said as he leaned down and nudged himself inside. “What’s wrong?” “‘What’s wrong?’” she repeated with a chuckle of disbelief. “What’s wrong, ‘e says… Heh-heh. Ha hah…! I… I can’t believe you’d even ask that!” “W-well… I mean… I am pretty slo–” “I can’t take this, anymore… I can’t do this, anymore…” “W-what? You… can’t do what, exactly?” he asked with increasing worry.

After a moment of being quiet, Jessica sat up only to pull away and curl against the corner of the car, holding her head with one arm while the other hugged her legs at-the-knee. She looked horrible… which only made Joseph worry more. “Joseph…” she sniffled, “I can’t do this, anymore. I can’t be… can’t be…” “‘Can’t be’ what…?” He offered a friendly smile. “You can talk to me, Jessie.” “I can’t be yer rock, anymore… I can’t be th’ one ya call when yer in trouble, ‘r if yer sad, ‘r whatever! I can’t do this… not ‘f yer gonna go out ‘n actively try ‘n get yerself killed!!” “But, Jessie… I’m not trying to get myself ki–” He stopped to blink. Jessica had grabbed him by the shirt collar and yanked him over. “You. Did! You have been! I can’t– I can’t take it, anymore…!!” She threw him back against the other door, then, before curling up tighter.

“I… I don’t understand where you’re coming from, Jess…” the fox told her, trying to be as honest as he could be. “I mean… sure, after Hope was gone, I definitely felt like dying… I’ve wanted to die… but, I didn’t die. I didn’t even ‘try,’ so to speak!” “Marie shot ya! Doc Lewis was gonna shoot ya! Fatally!” The bat-girl gave a squeaky whimper. “I– I can’t handle this. I can’t handle this! I can’t handle you!!”

For a moment, Joseph was pretty sure Jessica was going to punch him in the face. But, her sudden scurrying threw him for a loop when, instead of shoving her fist into his face… she scrambled out the door, climbed up the nearby fire escape, and… to his utter surprise, glided off! “I… did not know she could do that,” he said as he exited the car and watched her zip into the horizon. “Er, wait. Did she have her keys on her? Aw, dammit…”

Joseph ended up taking a cab home, that evening. Once he got there, he pretty much went straight to bed. It kind of bothered him that his friend’s sudden panic attack wasn’t phasing him as much as he’d expected… but, at the same time, he figured he was just too tired to care. In fact… that was how he felt about everything, as he fell asleep. “Huh–? Wuh?” Almost as soon as he’d fallen asleep, though, he found himself awoken by something… Something which was holding him. Pretty tightly, at that…

“J… Jessie?” he called to the darkness. “Is that you?” “I’m sorry…” her voice called back, barely above a whisper. “It’s okay, Jessie. These things happen, I guess?” There was a long pause before he heard her ask, “You really don’t care, do you?” “Uh… about?”

He gave a blink as he felt something touch his throat. He thought Jessica might bite him… but, it didn’t take him long to figure out that she’d only kissed him. When he heard some shuffling, though, and felt her weight and warmth disappear, he was quick to sit up and turn on a light. And, there she was… still dressed in the outfit from before – her usual shirt-and-slacks – with her back turned and legs guiding her toward the bedroom door.

“It’s surprisin’…” she told him as she delayed at the threshold. “I knew ya got sad, but never thought ya’d fall inta complete disassociation.” “Jessie?” He tilted his head. “I don’t under–” “I-it’s fine. I geddit. Well, no… I don’t. I don’t geddit. But, if this ‘s how ya wanna live yer life, from now on? All ‘cause of a lost love? Heh. Count me out.” She paused, again, before she looked over her shoulder with her green eye. “I love ya too much t’ watch ya throw yer life away… but, I can’t be yer guardian angel, no more. Ya used t’ be cool… but, three years’a this… It’s been too much… even fer me. Call me when ya give a flip, again. Okay? I’ll be waitin’… jus’ like always…”

The bat-girl deeply sighed and turned away, continuing to walk off. As she did… she left one very groggy and confused fox behind… One that fell right back to sleep, shortly after.

#fiction #Essence of Ragnarok #Year 2056 #Curtain Call #original characters #Bruce Hikari #Joseph Lithius #Marie #Xander Lewis #Jessica Ingmann #drama

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A Sixpence Song

Chapter 2: My Darling

Sequel to The Notebook On the Bed. Prompt 2: Mistake/Faith

Keith writes poems in a notebook, a hobby that he rarely partakes in. It’s strange imagining a brooding, dark-haired teen writing poems about flowers and feelings, but then again...

“I thought you could’ve been something great, but I guess you’re just a dropout.”

“It’s such a shame to see a young man throw his life away like that, without rational thought.”

“Oh what do you know, dropout?”

“You threw away your chance to be something good in this world, you know that? Threw it away on the hope for a dead man.”

“We can’t let him stay, he’s Galran! Who knows what he’ll do!”

“My family is gone because of his kind, my entire planet! All my people! I will not let one of them on my ship, as a Paladin!”

“We were supposed to be fighting Galrans. Isn’t that what we’ve been doing? What do we do now?”

Maybe it’s not difficult to imagine him doing that after all.

It was a mistake.

I shouldn’t have ever gone into Keith’s room in the first place. I never should’ve read that stupid notebook of his, let myself fall in love. Never let myself get distracted during that fight, never should’ve gotten Keith captured, never, never, never, never-

“Lance, are you still here?”

I jolt out of my stupor, and turned. It’s Shiro, tall, somber, and looking a million years old. He’s exhausted, probably hasn’t slept since the fight yesterday… was it really only yesterday? An entire era seems to have passed since then.

“Oh. Hey, Shiro.” I mumble a reply, attempt a half-assed smile, before turning back to the cryopod in front of me.

Keith is in stasis right now, face locked in an expression of pain. Like someone having a bad dream. The purple fur and ears had melted away, back into his skin, and his eyes had changed back from glowing yellow to his usual violet irises, before we had placed him in the cryopod. It’s hard to believe that a little while ago, he had been bearing all the characteristics of a Galran, or a really dedicated furry. Now, he looks like he just took another really bad beating from the training bot.

“Lance.” Shiro is talking again, voice edged with fatigue. “You’ve been here all night. Please, go to sleep.”

“Look who’s talking.” I mutter in reply. It comes out sharper, more venomous than I had intended, but I was too tired to care. I could feel guilty about this in the future, but not now.

Shiro’s silent behind me, and for a moment I think that he’s left. Instead, he walks forward to sit next to me, cross-legged on the ground in front of the cryopod. In the frosty light, he seems to age another thousand years, bags under his eyes and hard lines of suffering by his lips. Or were those gained by laughter?

For a moment, we’re both quiet, staring at the still figure illuminated before us. I barely manage to stifle a yawn. Even Pidge must be asleep by now, I judge. The sleep cycle of the Castle had activated, maybe…five hours? Maybe six by now?

Who knows. Who cares anymore.

“Lance. You need sleep.” Shiro is trying again, pleading. “We need to be able to stand against another Galran attack, without Voltron. We need you in shape.”

“Well, what about you?” I shoot back. “You look twice as worse as me.”

“Be respectful to your elder, Lance.” He jokes, a strained grin on his face. “I’m not as young as I used to be.”

I turn away to glare at my reflection in the glass. Lit up by the pale blue light, I look like a ghost, with sunken eyes and a bitter look.

“I don’t think any of us are, Shiro.”

It catches him by surprise, and I enjoy it for a moment. It’s not often when you can surprise someone you looked up to, and it brings a brief lull of satisfaction that drains away the moment I look back to Keith’s face.

Tell him now. There’s no better time.

No. I don’t want to.

Coward. There’s a small voice that sneers at me inside my head. Second-best. Seventh wheel. Useless.

Shut up. I snap back. But I breath in deeply and steady myself in preparation.

“Hey, Shiro. Can I say something?” It’s more of a demand then a request, but he nods.

“Sure, go ahead.”

Go on. The voice whispers. Tell him you want to go home. Tell him you want to run away. Tell him you’re afraid.

Instead of those thoughts, I tell him about the notebook. I tell him how I had snuck into Keith’s room, stolen the book with intention of blackmail, and left with confused feelings and a scattered mind instead. How Keith had retaliated to my bad response with a cold shoulder and anger, how I let myself get lost in self-pity and get him hurt and stuck on a Galran ship. How I managed to get us both out, how I’d half-supported, half-carried him from the seat, down the ramp, to the hangar, where we were greeted by shocked faces that quickly turned hostile.

Remembering the team’s malevolence towards, I immediately felt queasy. Walking off the ramp towards my friends, expecting help, instead receiving looks of loathing and utter malice. Every one of them took stances of self defense, faces contorted in varied expressions of fury and hate. Hunk looked betrayed and worried, but his bayard was raised and held in a tight grip. Pidge looked positively terrifying, hand trembling as though they were ready to launch themselves at me at any moment. Coran’s face was blank, devoid of any recognizable emotion, except the eyes, which gleamed with a boiling hatred. Allura, on the contrary, was a tower of barely-bridled rage, eyes flashing, teeth bared, a strange white staff clenched in her whitened knuckles. I never knew fear until that moment.

But the most shocking was Shiro. My old hero, someone who had inspired me to be a pilot and go to the Garrison, looked horribly, painfully vulnerable. Shiro, who we playfully named “Space Dad”, who carried Pidge to bed in the wee hours of the morning, who helped Hunk in the kitchen and sparred with Keith when he asked for it, didn’t look like a hero anymore. He didn’t look like ‘The Gladiator’ or ‘Space Dad’, he looked like, like-

A man. And a scared one, at that. Tears were streaming uncontrollably down his cheeks, his shoulders shaking, on the verge of collapse, physically and mentally. It took me a moment to register what he was looking at, and when I did, it was like a blow to the chest.

It hurts someone when they see a person be terrified of someone they consider their brother.

I don’t remember clearly what happened next. Only that it involved a lot of angry yelling, some desperate crying, swearing in multiple languages - I do clearly remember Pidge being able to swear fluently in Latin, Swedish, and Norwegian, for quiznack knows why- and finally, finally, being able to convince them to help Keith, to bring him into the cryopod, and then I would answer their questions as thoroughly as I could.

As promised, that’s what I did. In front of the cryopod, where I told them how Keith had already changed when I got into the Red Lion, how he had been injured and bleeding, and how I actually had no idea why he was like that. It raised more arguing, yelling, and fighting until I, finally, cracked.

I think those were the most tears I’d ever shed in a long time. And I wasn’t a pretty cryer either; if there were tears, there was scrunched, pinked faces, hyperventilating, and snot. The package deal, and it was enough to make them concerned enough to stop it, try to comfort me awkwardly, and, at long last, leave me alone.

My story finished, I turned to Shiro. He looked up, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

I expected to be drilled for more on what happened exactly, if I had noticed any changes in Keith before I had entered the Red Lion cockpit, if maybe there were chemicals that I’d accidentally released when I made the escape, if I was absolutely sure that was Keith, and not an imposter.

Instead, he asked if he could see the notebook. See what exactly Keith had written, if I was okay with it.

Silently, I pulled my phone out of my pocket, and showed him pages that I had taken pictures of. He read them quietly, mouth moving to form the words. Smiling at times, sighing at others, and when it was all over, he handed it back, a strange look on his face. Was that a smile? Or a strange grimace of sadness?

“Thanks, Lance.” He says, and his voice is remarkably quiet for a man his size.

“Yeah, sure.” I reply. Then: “Why’d you want to see it?”

“Because-” He pauses to stretch, before continuing. “I wanted to see...to see if it I could believe it.”

Believe it? I told him just then, did he not believe it? Slightly stung, I mumbled those thoughts out loud: “What do you mean, believe it? I just told you.”

“Yes, well.” He smiles half-heartedly. “I wouldn’t doubt your story for a second Lance, except for one part. Keith writing poetry?” And now, a laugh. A real one, albeit short, rises from his belly. A deep ‘Ha’ of surprise. “I was more ready to see pigs fly.”

“Well, we’ve seen lions fly. So why not?” I chuckled back, now feeling fatigue truly settling in on me. Every bone was turned to lead, and my eyelids were turning heavy. Every limb sagged in their joints.

“You truly love him, don’t you?” A soft question permeates through the air, cutting through the fogginess in my head. I consider it, and nod. A part of me wanted to jump in with more, say how I loved Keith from his bad taste in shoes to his stupid mullet, how I wanted to take back all the things I’ve said about him, to tell him how much I regretted my cold insults, my mistakes, the bitter remarks I made about him behind his back. My heart still stinged, when I remember how I had said ‘What do you know, dropout?’ when we had first arrived here, while then was meant only as a snarky comeback, now felt like a sin heavier than a black hole. I wanted to hear him tell me he loved me, and for me to do the same, for both of us to sing lullabies to each other.

But it didn’t come.

Shiro leaves the room, his footsteps echoing through the Castle hallways. He comes back though, and I feel a soft, warm weight settle around my shoulders. I dimly register it as a blanket, before sleep finally catches me.

I sink into a dream, filled with the first chords of a lullaby.

Look around, my darling. Look around,

At the luck we bear today.

Pastel sunsets, glittering stars,

Can you hear what they have to say?

They whisper my love to you, my darling.

Soft like a butterfly’s kiss.

Don’t leave me tonight, my shining star

For surely you will be missed.

Stay with me tonight, my darling. Let me hold you close.

As a thousand religions rise and fall,

And everyone is morose,

Our love will be our deity, and you will be the priest

At an alter where our love smolders

And our worries are at their least.

#the sixpence song #klangstweek2017 #no shance do not tag as shance do not assume shance there is not romantic shance here #klance #i might do an audio post of this lullaby...idk #stay tuned yal

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The Strain part 8 | Kai

Hey guys! Damn it’s been a long time hasn’t it? Sorry to keep you all waiting school has just been piling up the stress but here’s part 8 for you lovelies! Enjoy!

You turned to her and gave her the what-are-you-doing? Look. She didn’t respond aloud instead she nodded her head toward the cabin once again. There was someone patrolling the deck and the main lights were on inside. Somebody was occupying the cabin.

Your eyes darted back and forth across the area, inspecting each square foot slowly. The ‘guard’ as you’d call it wasn’t trained in the slightest. His posture was stiff and he held his gun with an iron grip. He was slightly experienced as the way he held his gun showed but he was probably expecting zombies, not people.

Through the window you’ve seen 3 tall figures but you couldn’t make out their features from your position. You slowly stood up as silent as a panther and stepped one step, two still unnoticed.

Your heart pounded and you silently counted to three before leaping across the field only to duck down short when the guard turned in your direction. You stayed low controlling your breathing cursing softly. You peeked back around the bush to see the guard turning the other way and walking around the corner of the deck disappearing. You wasted no time waving your friends over.

“Okay the deck isn’t that large, but it’s decent. We’re gonna need to time him to see how long he takes to patrol the whole thing and then we’re gonna have to sneak past him when his back is turned.”

“But how do we get in? There’s probably more people inside.”

“There’s a back entrance near the kitchen. We can sneak in that way. The only downside is that that door is quiet loud so we need to be really quiet and discreet about it.” Y/f/n whispered.

You all turned back to the cabin waiting till the guard reached the end of the deck. You counted the steps until he turned and disappeared and came back around again.

‘45 seconds. That’s more than enough time.’ You thought as you waited till he tuned back and you put the plan into action. You jumped up and slinked through the shadows silently. You watched the guard disappear around the corner and May appeared at your side just 2 seconds later; followed by Jen and y/f/n.

The back door was just 7 yards away, 21 steps. You breathed in slowly and out. In and out before taking the risk and taking off across the open field with no hiding spots. You felt the adrenaline in your veins as your foot slapped the ground repeatedly. 6 yards away breathe. 4 yards now almost there. 2 yards. 1 yard stop. Hold your breath. You stopped yourself barely in time and let out a sigh of relief.

“We made it.” You whispered. You turned your body around to face the three people who should’ve been behind you but you found only Jen had followed.

“Come on!” You mouthed to May and y/f/n waving them over quickly.

May’s eyes darted from you to the guard back and forth until she took the chance and bolted out into the open with y/f/n in tow. You held your breath as you all pressed as close to the wall as you could get and only released that breath when the guards footsteps wandered off.

You slowly gripped the icy handle of the door and it freaked open loudly. You winced at the sound and then motioned May to go first followed by y/f/n and Jen. You brought up the rear of the pack slowly closing the creaking and whining door without it slamming.

The room was dark with little light flooding beneath the opposing wooden door. The breeze from the outside winter hill carried voices from each corner of the room. Our footsteps were slow and calculated as random squeaks would emit from the floorboards beneath us. Finally we reached the door pressing our ears against the wood, trying to listen to any footsteps lurking near.

One beat passed and then another still silence made itself known. The pounding in your chest had spread to the veins tiny blood and throughout your body making it a beat like a mantra releasing the pent up pressure just as quickly as it was filled back up again. Your delicate fingers reached for the handle and grasped it feeling the cool metal sigh at the warmth of your palm.

Ever so slowly you turned the knob and pulled it open just barely an inch. Peeking through your vision focused on a crackling fireplace the same one you had used to warm up just months ago. A little further you saw the old couches that looked worn but used. Another step there was the den you had hidden up in the day Kai and the boys showed up.

Kai.

Where was he?

What had happened after that night? After the attack? Did they escape? Or did they submit to the inevitable death that were to occur if you let your guard down.

Now the door was open a whole foot as you were transfixed on the living room that was yours. That you called home for some time.

Oddly enough not much had changed in the months after you disappeared. The couches were still in their original positions, the den still had that little ladder you had used to climb, the door that led outside was still the same old chipped brown color.

The only thing new was the shoes placed by the door. Pairs of combat boots, sneakers, even sandals were sat neatly.

There were coats hanging on the old dusty coat rack except now not dusty. There were gloves stacked neatly side by side as if in an order from A to Z. The only thing was that there wasn’t any shoes that looked like they belonged to a female.

The room itself was illuminated brightly, the couches rustled like somebody had just been sitting there. Not a soul was in sight and you felt cautious. If they weren’t in here now they would be soon. You had to move along.

You scattered the room not touching but looking for anything useful. Food, drinks, blankets, weapons anything to survive.

You’d only taken a single step toward den when you heard the distinct click of the safety being pulled down. You froze in place hands held at shoulder level.

“Don’t move.” A deep voice growled as he slowly approached you.

You kept your head down eyes casted to the floor. Ears strained, listening to the sounds of the floorboards creak in protests under the male’s weight. The hair on the back of your neck stood up as you heard him begin to get closer and eventually he was circling your frozen figure.

Your heart pounded as you heard the footsteps fall silent and a pair of black boots sat in your line of sight.

“Who are you? Why are you trespassing?”

You swallowed shakily, eyes scanning the floor. You were genially scared at what this man would do if you didn’t answer so you decided to go along with it in a surprisingly confident voice.

“My name is-” ‘think y/n think gotta come up with a lie.’ “Ember. My name is Ember and I was looking for someone.”

A pregnant pause passed as he absorbed your words before a chuckle escaped his lips creating a dark atmosphere kicking your heartbeat up.

“Who is this someone Ember hmm? Are you sure you were looking for someone or just stealing supplies?”

You were silent hoping he’d leave it if you didn’t talk. Oh the irony. The male crouched down slightly putting the cool tip of the gun under your chin and tilting your head up.

“I don’t like being lied to sweetheart. So why don’t you tell me your real name.”

You gulped trying to look away but he had forced you to stare at him. Messy pitch black hair greeted you. Vicious and determined mocha eyes scrutinized your form, analyzing your next move rendering you unable to make a move.

His eyes stared at you intensely, waiting for your response.

“I’m not going to ask again. What’s your real name?” He snapped pushing the cool metal into your skin deeper.

Defeated you responded angry that you had appeared weak and at the mercy of this male who’s eyes glared fiercely at you and black mask concealed his identity.

“That wasn’t so hard was it? Now why don’t you be a good girl and tell me the real reason you were here.”

No. You couldn’t reveal that information to this man. You didn’t know who he was or what he was capable of doing. You prayed you could get out of this. It in this life you knew prayers were pitiful little pieces of hope that were crushed every single time. Apparently the universe was full of surprises.

“Yah! Josh! Get your ass in here!” So that’s his name. A sigh of relief fell from your lips as he growled slightly under his breath and pulled you to the couch pushing you harshly down onto the leather.

“Stay.” He hissed before stalking off into the kitchen.

You internally scoffed. “What am I a dog?’

You scanned your surroundings eyes landing on a small backpack in the corner. You heard an almost silent 'psst’ and snapped your head to attention. May made eye contact with you. You shook your head silently as she took a step forward. Instead you motioned to the bag in the corner and she wasted no time scurrying to retrieve it.

She glanced from you to the kitchen doorway to you to the kitchen and then ever so slightly motioned for you to get to the front door and book it. Yes it was a risk but you had to take it. You’ve only seen two people but by the amount of coats and shoes there was more than just those two.

You slowly stood up holding your breath as you carefully stepped on the floorboards toward May. Once in range she gripped your wrist and the four of you bolted out the front door startling the guard.

You wasted no time and broke records on how fast you had gotten from the front door to halfway across the front lawn.

“Yah! Guys! There’s 4 girls out here and they have our supplies!”

The pounding of definitely more than 2 pairs of bots startled you into releasing the adrenaline into your bloodstream pushing out faster than before.

You whipped past trees, feet pounding into the earth as the bags rustled on your shoulders.

It felt like hours but it was only minutes that you realized you had gotten around a mile and half away from the cabin. You bent over your knees gasping for air, heart pounding loudly in your chest. It was quiet for a second then shouts were heard and you ducked behind an old blue Mercedes.

“Where did they go?”

“They couldn’t have gotten far.”

“It’s too silent.”

“Check the area.”

They all scattered the junk yard. Your heart was beating a hundred miles minute hands clammy and your nerves peaked as high as Mount Everest. You slowly crawled to the rear of the car and peaked out.

Definitely outnumbered. You gulped as you slid back by May as she glanced at you expectantly.

“They outnumber us.” you whispered.

“By how much?”

“Give it take there’s about 10 of them.”

She gulped leaning back against the car. “Shit. What do we do?”

You gave her the I-don’t-know look and dared another peak catching eyes with Jen. Y/f/n was nowhere in sight and you double triple checked.

Jen suddenly locked eyes with someone across from her out of your line of sight and you gave her a confused look.

“It’s y/f/n.” She mouthed to you point at the car in your blind spot in the other side. You slowly crawled over and confirmed that it was indeed her behind a white jeep and she was dangerously close to being found.

“Yah! Chanyeol quit messing around!”

“Oh come on Suho hyung! Look at how nice this jeep is!”

Her eyes widened in fear as the footsteps came closer to her.

You froze as your mind processed the names.

Chanyeol.

Suho.

“Chen come check this jeep out!”

Chen.

“WAE? We need to keep looking.”

“Technically it is looking.” Chanyeol sassed.

“Hyung we need to look around everything here not stare at this jeep.”

That voice. The deep husky tone that sent shivers down your spine. The perfect form of syllables flowing from his tongue with precision. There was no way in hell it was them.

You resisted the urge to look for a solid minute,but you couldn’t resist the feeling that deep down it was them.

Your head barely peaked out seeing the figures backs facing you except for one. Tall, fiery red hair, big ears, deep baratone voice aka park Chanyeol was facing you.

A silent gasp left your lips as you quickly recognized Chen’s signature outfit, Suho’s mother-scolding-a-child stance, the blonde color of Lay.

You thought your eyes were playing tricks but Y/f/n’s gobsmacked expression confirmed it was indeed exo and Josh, your old group and companions.

You suddenly lurked back pressing into the meters controlling your breathing. It was them. It was them. They were here. They were alive. All these positive thoughts filled your mind.

'Josh tried to kill us.’ Ran through your mind and you were filled with dread. You couldn’t just walked up to them, but you couldn’t just run away either.

You dared a glance at the guys and then flickered your gaze to Jen who was not where she was 5 seconds ago. May’s gasp snapped your gaze to the boys where you saw Jen sneaking behind Josh,the only one who had a gun visible on him, and she darted from car to car reaching y/f/n’s side a second too late.

Her cry of pain alerted everyone within a 30 ft radius as Josh had gripped her ankle and forced her out of her hiding spot throwing her to the ground harshly. As soon as one weapon was aimed at her we simultaneously aimed our own at the single target who glared down at her.

Suddenly realizing this was a bad idea as more clicks flipped and weapons were pointed at your group. You gaze stayed on Josh as flickered to y/f/n who gazed at you in horror.

“Drop your weapon.” You didn’t even recognize Jen’s voice as she growled out the order again. “Drop your damn weapon.”

Josh glared at her in return and a chuckle escaped his lips. “Sweetheart. I do t think I should be the one to drop my weapon.”

Jen’ glare intensified. “I think you should because logically speaking you have 3 weapons rained on you and safety already pulled down. So one wrong move and you can say bye bye .”

“I wouldn’t get so cocky love. You see you may have 3 weapons pointed at me, but there’s more weapons pointed at the 4 of you. So why don’t you be a good girl and put the weapon down hmm?”

Jen glared but threw the weapon down as he wished, you doing the same. May was the one who rebelled. Josh raised an eyebrow at her bravery and motioned for her to drop it.

“Wow Josh. I never knew you could be this heartless. Throwing down one of your best friends, aiming a weapon at her, and then threatening not only her but us too? Damn you’ve changed a lot since this thing first started.”

Josh blinked at her in surprise. May continued breaking down his steel wall and revisiting recognition in its place.

“Remember when you vowed to never hurt me? Never hurt your group? You had stayed by our side for months but the second we went missing and appear in front of you looking for supplies and shelter and just barely looking different you break all your promises.”

Josh looked speechless. His mouth was slightly gaped and the others weapons had lowered as they came to realization as well.

“Recognize us now Josh? Recognize y/f/n you so harshly threw down and put on display. Jen who asked you to put your weapon down not once but twice with politeness and a firm undertone. Y/n who you ordered around and interrogated all while threatening her life even when she told the truth. And me Josh. You lied to me and broke your promises. How does that make you feel?”

“M-may?” He stuttered stepping forward.

He turned to you. “Y/n?” Turned to Jen. “Jennifer?” Lastly to y/f/n who stood up herself brushing off her clothes in disbelief.

“You-you’re alive? I’m not imagining this? You’re really here?” Without warning Josh crushed y/f/n into a hug as she was the closest to him.

~Allie

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