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tfpshatteredglasswriter · 2 years

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Getting to know the Autobots more and the past is not today

Emily adjusted her boot before going out to her garage and got on her newly repaired motorcycle that Ratchet was able to fix a few days ago.

She fiddled with her necklace. That's right. It has already been a few days since she was saved and met the Autobots and she can clearly say that they were family to her.

She smiled as she remembered how Ratchet made a fuss over her when she scraped her knee and she saw him as an overprotective father. Bulkhead was the uncle figure she always had a laugh with. Bumblebee was like a little brother to her. Arcee was the motherly figure for her.

She ignited the engine and drove off to the base to visit them again as she felt her heart flutter that maybe she can get to know them more, especially Optimus. She stopped by the red light as she felt her face heat up. Damn, what's with her today? She started to stutter and a little shy around the Autobot Leader as Arcee, Bulkhead, Ratchet, Bumblebee and Jack knew what she was feeling.

She let out a sigh from her helmet as the light turned green and she then ignited her bike and drove to the base. She has a bag of clothes since she wanted to sleep over where the bots are. She felt more at home with the Autobots and she couldn't waste a minute without spending a week with them. She arrived a few more minutes later and parked her bike somewhere so it wouldn't be stepped on.

"Hi, Ratchet." She greeted the medic bot who nodded her way as Arcee wasn't around with Bumblebee as well as Optimus but Jack, Miko and Raf as well as Bulkhead.

"Hey, guys." She set her bag down next to the couch as she noticed that Raf and Jack were playing a video game.

"So... what do you do for fun, Emily?" Miko looked at her curiously as Jack whooped as he beat Raf at the game as they looked at her.

She rubbed her arm sheepishly as she knelt down and took out her 300 paged sketchbook.

"You draw? Cool!" Raf made a gesture since he wanted to check them out. She complied and gave the sketch book as they went through it all and were amazed at how detailed it all looked.

"Whoa! You could totally beat the artists back on Cybertron. Your work is really good." Bulkhead complimented her which caused her to smile shyly.

"I took private classes." She shrugged sheepishly. Raf wasn't moving the page as they stared at the art in awe.

It was a drawing of Ratchet in fine detail and the drawing was of Ratchet by the groundbridge. They checked the other page and it showed Miko and Bulkhead goofing off and it made the 15 year old and the bot smile at how detailed it was. It even has colors. The next one was Bumblebee and Raf by each other's side as Raf was doing something with the laptop as Bumblebee watches. The next was Arcee and Jack driving back to base and it was really detailed too with the color. They flipped to the last page and had knowing smiles since it was a still progressing picture of Optimus and it seemed that it was when Optimus offered her a lift. As they observed the drawing closer, they could see the warmth of Optimus Prime's optics with the subtle hint of a smile as he offered his servo for her to get on.

"Wow... Your works are beautiful, Emily. And the way you drew us is amazing!" Miko took out her phone and took pictures of the drawings.

She smiled as she accepted her sketchbook back.

"Thank you. I always draw if something or someone always catches my interest. And I couldn't just stop myself." She smiled softly as she put the sketch book back in her bag.

The sound of the ground bridge was heard and they all looked towards it and smiled happily when Optimus, Bumblebee and Arcee came back but she instantly grew worried when she noticed that they have slight dents to their armor and she went down quickly and went to Optimus.

"Optimus, are you okay? What happened?" She looked up to him worriedly as he looked down before kneeling as he smiled softly at her.

For the past couple of days, Optimus always felt his Spark warm at the sight of Emily. Something about her just makes him want to protect her from harm. And right now she was looking up to him with worry in her optic-eye.

"I am well, Emily. We fought a few Decepticons earlier but rest assured that everything is alright." He reassured her as he watched when she let out a sigh and nodded before smiling up to him.

"Alright. Just be careful next time." She told him with a slightly scolding look which made him chuckle slightly before Miko's voice was heard.

"Hey, Emily! I didn't know you could play guitar." She tensed slightly as she turned to Miko who had her blue electric guitar with flame design to it much like Optimus' color.

"I do play the guitar, Miko. Just practicing a new song, that's all." She climbed up to them and Miko handed her guitar back as she tuned it a little before putting it back.

"Really?! What kind of song? Do you play rock and roll? Extreme shreds?" Miko started firing question after question. She just laughs before answering that she only likes to play something from her heart.

After a few hours, the kids were sent home as she stayed behind which confused Ratchet a little since Optimus was somewhere in the base.

"Aren't you going to go home, Emily?" She looked up from her notebook and smiled slightly.

"I know I should but this place feels like home to me and I wanna stay for a bit longer if that's okay with you and Optimus." She closed her notebook back and put it in her bag.

"Well, it seems okay to me but make sure that-"

"Not to touch anything without your permission, Ratchet." She grin playfully at him as he couldn't help but smile at her. She really is special since he kept seeing that Optimus was starting to open up more just like before with Elita-1.

He thought of how devastated Optimus was when she perished at the war back on Cybertron. But it seemed that Emily was able to make him open up more.

"Ratchet... Can I ask you something?" She asked meekly as she fiddled with her hair.

"Sure."

"What's... your home like?" She looked up to him as he was a little surprised as he didn't expect such a curious question from someone.

"Well, Cybertron is like Earth. But it has technology. But war broke out and Cybertron was lost. We came here to try and find a way to return Cybertron back to the way it was but it's difficult since the Decepticons are always trying to make it difficult to do so." He explained to her as he went back to what he was doing while he explained how Cybertron was a lot different.

She thought about what he said and figured that the Decepticons were just power hungry and bad news. She then let out a soft yawn and lay down on the couch with a blanket over her and fell asleep quickly. Ratchet turned around to ask her something but stopped when he noticed that she was asleep. He walked over and smiled at how peaceful she looked while sleeping. Optimus came back and was confused as to what Ratchet was doing but the medic motioned for him to be quiet as Emily stirred slightly. He nodded and walked over as Ratchet went back to do some research as Optimus watched over her as he thought about how she looks almost like Elita-1 when she recharges.

The next day, she was waiting outside the school where Jack, Miko and Raf went while having a small chat with Arcee, Bumblebee and Bulkhead. She giggled when Bumblebee and Bulkhead told her the time scraplets invaded the base by accident but grew concerned when Arcee told her that she and Optimus were trapped in the Arctic but reassured her that they both were fine. The bell rang and the three Cybertronian-turn-vehicles went silent as their friends came out. She forgot her bike back at base but Bumblebee offered her a ride and she couldn't say no to someone she considered a brother.

She then smiled and waved to her three friends. Before the sound of a wolf whistle was heard and they looked as the Autobots used their side mirrors and Arcee and Bulkhead even Bumblebee had to fight the urge to transform as Vince walked up to Emily.

"Hey, gorgeous, not attending the school? I might even let you come to my house for some homework." Emily gagged internally at how grossed it was. Jack and Miko were seething with anger as Raf made a gagging motion.

She glanced at her friends and winked at them as if telling them that she knew what to do.

"Vince, was it? How old do you think I am?" She put her hands on her hips as she looked at him pointedly with an unreadable look in her optic-eye which sent shivers down his spine in a bad way.

"Um, 16?" He guesses, looking unsure. This only made her roll her eyes and gave him a small glare.

"Listen here, kid. I'm 18 and you can't even guess the hell I've been through for 18 years. All guys like you are just all talk with no bite. Good looks won't get you anywhere with that bad attitude of yours, brat. You might as well as forget the idea of me ever considering having you around me like a love sick puppy." He took a step back in surprise and shock as students were recording what was happening while some snickered in amusement at how he got rejected.

He just growled and was about to grab her wrist but she saw that coming and quickly twisted it behind his back.

"Try anything and I'll break your arm. Got it?" He nodded fearfully and she let him go as he ran to his car.

Jack, Miko and Raf went to her and started to ask questions about how she did it as she only shrugged it off.

"Sometimes, you gotta take your own stand to do something you know is right and I already know how guys like him act." She shrugged as she got on her hover board that Ratchet had made her and she was really happy that he did.

"Cool! Did you make that?" Miko looked surprised as she stared at the hoverboard.

"Yeah. I made it. I'm kinda a little genius with my family and it has a ground mode too."

They smiled and got on their respective guardians and drove off to the base. On the way, Emily started humming as the Autobots and Jack were able to hear it and was curious and intrigued on what it was. They arrived at the base after a few minutes and they got off before Jack went to Emily.

"Hey, Emily, what was the song you were humming?" He asked curiously.

She looked at him in surprise as everyone was looking at her curiously. She rubs the back of her head as she answers.

"Well, it's a song I've been working on called The Past Is Not Today. I'm trying to see if I can find the right tune for it."

Miko grinned and got her guitar as she motioned for Raf to set some tunes and gave Emily her guitar as she looked at Miko in surprise as she held her guitar.

"Well, why don't we start? I wanna see how your song sounds. Hey, Bee, think you can record?" Bumblebee made a sound as if saying that he will.

Miko started to play her guitar as Raf started to make some small beats from his laptop. She closed her eyes and let the music guide her as she started to play. She smiled softly as she started to sing.

Emily: Power

Was all I desired

But all that grew inside me

Was the darkness I acquired

When I began to fall

And lost the path ahead

That's when your love found me

And it lifted me instead

Like a comet burning bright in the night

I'll show there's another side to me

You can't find

We may not know what our future holds

But hear me when I say

That the past does not define us

Cause the past is not today

Jack was surprised that he found himself with Miko and Raf dancing to it as Bulkhead was dancing to the beat even Bumblebee. Ratchet was really blown away at how great she is singing.

Ambition

Is what I believed

Would be the only way to set me free

But when it disappeared

And I found myself alone

That's when you came and got me

And felt like I was home

Optimus came out after hearing music and was surprised to see his team and the kids having fun and he was shocked to hear Emily singing and it seemed that she put her heart and soul to it.

Like a comet burning bright

In the night

I'll show there's another side to me

You can't deny

The Autobot logo on her shoulder started to glow brightly as her hair turned into a metallic color as her eye was even more impressive as her human eye turned fire orange.

We may not know what our future holds

But hear me when I say

That the past does not define us

Cause the past is not

TODAY

The music ended as she panted slightly.

"That... was... AWESOME!" Miko hugged her tightly as she was a little surprised but hugged back.

"Thanks, Miko." She looked up and blushed lightly to see Optimus smiling down at her as the other clapped and complimented her on her song.

"That was a beautiful song, Emily. Did you make it?" Optimus asked curiously as she nodded after pulling back from the hug.

"I did, Optimus." She fiddled with the strand of her hair shyly as Optimus chuckled softly and used his digit to ruffle her hair gently as it caused her to giggle. So far so good and she was really getting happy with her new life and there was nothing that could destroy it.

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writing-in-april · 3 years

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Training wheels

Spencer Reid x Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Years later after Spencer teaches Reader to drive even though he hates driving, Reader becomes good enough to ride a motorcycle they get him to come along on a ride.

A/N: hey heyyyy- this is my seventeenth fic for my 30 fics in 30 days for April! This fic is based on this request- which I decided to make smutty instead of full on smut so I could make it a bit more fluffy. Disclaimer- I know nothing about motorcycles and I can’t even drive lol so sorry for the lack of terminology. This ended up being gender neutral- I checked it over for the correct pronouns a few time but I could have missed something- please let me know if so! Feel free to give me your response by sending something to my inbox here. Thanks for reading and hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: 18+- (if you are found to be violating this I will tell writers who you are), no full on smut- in the smutty/spicy category, a bit of grinding, implications about having sex in the future, In public sexual teasing (who’s fucking surprised), hints at Sub!Spencer, A few swear words

Main Masterlist Word Count: 2.0k

Spencer hated driving. He always shook whenever he couldn’t stop the racing thoughts about the dangers of moving vehicles. He knew he was a good driver, but it was easier for him to trust the metro which stayed on its tracks (most of the time). A car with no rigid path and with so many variables just made Spencer’s mind race too much.

You were the only person that could get him to get into a car, without any sort of coercion. At his job he had accepted it as a reality of his situation; there was no way that he could get around it. He agreed to teach you how to drive to your job, which happened to be where you had met him. You ran a small thrift store just walking distance from your apartment. There had been no need to drive anywhere, until you opened up another branch on the other side of town.

You had met Spencer there, he had come in at night, just before close. He shopped around for a few sweater vests and cardigans until you had told him that you needed to close. His mumbled apology had been so cute you remember it to this day.

When he noticed that you walked home in the same direction as his, he offered to keep you company. At first you thought he had done it out of guilt since he made you stay late, until you realized he liked your presence. It was not a romantic relationship (not yet at least), you both didn’t kiss or anything, but you did love to tease him.

He cared about you, and you about him, which is why he eagerly offered to teach you to drive when you mentioned that you were scared to learn with an instructor. You preferred to be taught by someone who you knew and knew was a good driver. Spencer was just that, even with jittery fingers and tapping feet.

Since then you had become a great driver, good enough that you felt confident indulging in one of your dreams. You had always wanted a motorcycle, the wind blowing in your face and the freeing quality it had, had always made you desire one. Despite Spencer’s protests about the potential for even more safety hazards than a car you still indulged your dream, confident in your skills that Spencer had laid the foundation with his excellent teaching skills even while slightly fearful.

You had taken to it like a fish to water, it had been even easier than when you had Spencer teach you. Now it was the time to show the master how the apprentice approved, though you highly doubted Spencer liked to be called a master at driving. More like a teacher, a nervous one.

It did take some convincing for him to agree to ride on your motorcycle with you.Somehow, through gentle persuasion throughout the last few months, you had done it. He had prefaced it saying that it would be the only time it would ever happen, and you made it your goal to change his opinion. You highly doubted he’d ever want to drive it, which was fair considering he couldn’t stop the thoughts of statistics about safety in his head. You hoped though, that maybe he’d like riding with you.

“Is it safe?” Was his first question as soon as he arrived at your small thrift store you owned, jittery with nerves.

“Well- hello to you too.” You sassed cocking your hip to the side while holding your helmet in the small of your waist. He blushed bashfully, then finally said hello before you assured him, “I wouldn’t be bringing you if it wasn’t safe- I wouldn’t be driving it if it wasn’t safe.”

“Ok- I trust you.” He relaxed a little, though he was obviously still nervous.

To cheer him up a little you pivoted the conversation onto a more jovial topic, “Will you wear a leather jacket?”

“Maybe next time- if you convince me to get on the death trap again.” It was rare to see Spencer tease you back, but you thoroughly enjoyed it.

Quipping back you said, “Maybe I could get you to drive it too”

“I think I’d need training wheels for that.” A snort came out of you at that; it was funny imagining Spencer riding a motorcycle with bicycle training wheels.

“That would be a sight to see.” You swung your leg on to mount the vehicle, ready to take him on a spin. You then prompted him while getting your helmet on, “Come on pretty boy, let’s do this- and get that helmet on.”

He was a little nervous just going by the shaking in his palms, but he still put the helmet on and climbed on- albeit a bit awkwardly.

He wrapped his hands around your waist snugly when you roared the motorcycle to life. Whenever you had to break he clenched tighter, maybe not enough to leave bruises, but enough that it would be implanted in your memory for a good long while. You couldn’t see him, but you could feel him.

You could tell he had slowly relaxed a little bit more even while keeping a strong grip on you as you made your looped path charted out in your head. Starting at your store and ending at your store, it was longer than maybe it should have been, considering Spencer’s grip on you had made your arousal spark to life.

You soon realized you weren’t the only one enjoying this, feeling something slightly stiff as Spencer shifted slightly at a red light. Oh, he was enjoying it. His cock confined in his pants was growing harder as the journey progressed.

“Did you have fun?” You questioned just as you pulled back into where you started, even though you already knew he did.

He squeaked out a measly, “Yeah!”

You smirked again, out of sight from his face. Biting your inner cheek in thought, you contemplated whether or not to act on it. It would be so easy to just swivel your hips and begin to grind down on his erection that had been pressing into you during the whole ride.

Fuck it, this might be one of your only chances to make a move. You tilted your hips just a smidge, leaning back just a little into him. You heard a hitch in his breath, his hands he had around you tightening back around you, pulling you in closer.

He whimpered when you sat back a little more, testing the waters just a little further. When he himself rolled his own hips once you had to ask, “Do you want me to keep going, Spencer? Do you want this?”

His helmeted head dropped into the crook of your neck, nodding into it as he began to rock into you a little. You gripped around the handles that you were still holding, all you had done was break so far. You were both in broad daylight perched on top of the vehicle. Turning your head as much as you could when you realized he hadn’t verbally responded you prompted sharply, “I need you to speak up, pretty boy. Do you want this?”

“Yes!” He gasped quickly at your prompt.

You then ground yourself back onto his bulge, rotating yourself slowly to feel the torturous friction. The fact that your bottom halves were still clothed only made it even more devastating. No one was around as it was the weekend, when you weren’t open and no one was really around. You still tried to stifle any noises you were tempted to make as his own hips started to undulate into your own.

A person could round the corner and immediately see two people grinding like teenagers onto each other. You both may have been completely closed, but it was quite obvious what you were both doing.

The extra friction you were getting was building a burning orgasm in you, the noises you had been trying to hold back were too hard to stifle. A moan came out of your mouth when Spencer moved down his hands from your waist to the outside of your hips, pulling you down on him with even more ferocity.

When his phone then began to ring you both let out a groan, your hips stopping any movement you had been making over his hard bulge. He reluctantly pulled out his ringing and buzzing ancient phone. Which you would normally find endearing that he carried around somewhat arcane technology, but your weaning arousal was wanting you to smash it on the ground.

“Hello? Hotch?” You groaned, knowing exactly what this meant. There was no way this was going to go further tonight, Hotch wasn’t calling him on the weekend just for paperwork. He was about to leave for a case.

You ripped your helmet off of your head out of frustration while he continued to talk. Grumbling while wiping the sweat that had started to accumulate, Spencer chattering away quickly at Hotch telling him he’ll be there in about ten minutes.

When he got off the phone he began to stammer in apology, this was the only time I’d ever want to cut him off, “There’s no need to apologize- go catch a bad guy.”

“Thank you- and thanks for-r the ride and- um the other thing… I’ve got to go now, I’ll uh- talk to you later.” He then awkwardly shuffled off, trying to conceal his obvious bulge even though you were the only one around to see it.

When he got into his car, you were happy he had brought it for once. You wouldn’t have let him walk all the way to his office from here, and you would have had to drive him with his bulge pressing into your ass again.

“I’m gonna need a cold shower.” You added, mumbled underneath your back as you put your helmet back on, ready to drive back to your apartment to hopefully freeze your frustration away.

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The next time you saw him- about a week later, a little blush immediately graced his cheeks, probably thinking about what happened last time. You kissed his cheek and felt how hot they had gotten just by being in his presence. He was here again, early this time, ready for you to open up your shop for the day.

“You’ve got to wait 30 minutes until you can buy something, I don’t open till then,” You then flashed a smirk towards him, he might die from being overheated if you kept teasing him. Still, you continued to do it, “Can’t be seen to show you any favors, pretty boy. Then everyone would want one.” As soon as the keys turned to unlock you didn’t open the door right away, instead turning back to face him. He fidgeted even more underneath your direct gaze, also averting his eyes. You let go of your hold on the keys, bit your lip and added, “Though, I think you’d be the only one I’d want to be my favorite.

He stuttered a bit at that, before changing the subject, “Um- I came here to actually thank you for last week… I had a lot of fun.”

You then cocked your head to the side in question, “Didn’t you already thank me last time?”

“Yeah.” He responded meekly, clearing his throat a few times while he collected his thoughts. “Can we finish what we started?”

You beamed, as it had been exactly what you were hoping for. You made your way back over to him, this time to pull him by the front of his shirt to press a steaming kiss to his lips. He moaned, letting your tongue run over his teeth a few times before you deepened it further. You were panting by the time you released him, but worked through the gasping breaths to answer verbally now, “Of course- come inside with me. If you won’t go on another ride with me after this while wearing a leather jacket, I’ve got a leather jacket you can wear while I ride you.”

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goliath-de-senfina-sango · 4 years

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Local Teen Unaware of how Weird Family is, Local Goth Decides To Go All In and Learn Magick, Exhausted Teens Do Fun Dumb Teen Stuff

It was the day after they’d taken down Skulker, and Tucker had to collect up the armor. Danny helped him, of course, and he flew home with some help from his favorite ghost boy. They landed in Tucker’s room, and Tucker gave Danny a hug as soon as the suit was set down. Danny returned to his warmer flesh and blood self and hugged him back before they got to work searching for a port to plug Tucker’s laptop into. Thankfully even the dead respected the U in USB and they manage to connect. Before long, however, Tucker’s mind wanders from his code-breaking program that’s now hard at work with Skulker’s head and to his situation with Sam. And considering what all he’d learned about Danny’s family so far, he might as well ask. “Danny do you have access to transparent solar panels?”

“Yeah, all the windows at Fenton Works are solar panels - I think they run at uh 50% efficiency. Why?”

“Danny, that’s like, the exact last piece I need for my solar-powered car design.” Tucker was tempted to inform Danny of how amazing that fact was, but he knew Danny wasn’t a fan of being extraordinary, so he’d let it slide for now. “Now I just need some way of building it.”

“Well, you have the design itself saved right?”

“Yes…” Tucker wasn’t sure where this was going, but he was hopeful that it’d be a place he liked.

“We can just print out the design at my house?” Danny shrugged, as though that was obvious and the most simple thing in the world. “We have like, a pretty big 3D printer, it’s uh modular, and we use scrapped metal from junkyards that we liquified as filament. We can print a car pretty quickly.”

Danny was going to say something that made Tucker fall completely in love with him one of these days, the idiot. “Danny I need you to take me to this 3D printer. Now.” Skulker’s head was left where they’d put it on his desk, the rest of the suit stuffed in Tucker’s closet, and the pair flew off to Danny’s house.

When they arrived at Fentonworks, they turned to one of the other buildings on the block and set down there, Danny taking the time to unlock the door and everything. “So this 3D printer you guys have…”

“Well, Dad calls it the Fenton Fabricator. See, there's a theory that went around a while ago when 3D printers and fabricators first started, it was the Recursive Loop Theory. It goes like this. You buy a 3D printer. Mid-range, sorta useful, but with enough detail and strength that you like it. But then you need something a bit more detailed. So you look online and you find a set of 3D models for a second printer. This one you can build on your machine, and with only some minor parts you can make the more detailed printer for a tiny fraction of what it would cost.”

Danny took them to a set of stairs and Tucker was so focused on his friend he nearly missed all the art Danny’s ever done hanging all over the walls.

“So, you can make more detailed parts. And you find designs for a bigger printer. It's modular and sorta rough, but it needs those detailed parts. So you can then build massive somewhat detailed pieces… and so you do. And now, with your 3 printers, you find designs to a fourth. Bigger, better, more detailed, it's another generation, and you can print it off your current designs. Boom, bam, rinse and repeat. Eventually, your diminishing returns drop till you can’t make a more detailed printer, but at that point, you have one hell of a machine, particularly if you have a couple of crazy hackers building your final design as a custom project. Course, it’s not quite that easy. We had to fabricate a lot of weird and unique bits for them in other ways - well, my folks and their friends in the Secret Scientists did anyway."

“So the Fenton Fabricator?”

“Is a massive, customized high detail 3D fabricator that can even print metal and glass, yes.” Danny turned on the lights as they entered a large underground workspace. Tucker saw the fabricator and felt he might’ve gone to heaven. It was a massive aquarium tank, easily twenty feet from corner to corner and at least eight feet tall. Above it, hanging like a mechanical spider on segmented green and red limbs with shiny metal joints and points, was a motorcycle sized 3D printing extruder. Tucker could see a set of lasers for dust printing, a pair of high-heat high-speed extruders for wires, several dozen smaller legs with colors and specific grades of wire, all of which fed up and around the room to spools of plastic and cylinders of dusted metal.

“There are hidden parts in the walls with directed gravity manipulators and some arms kept out of the way until needed for assembly-based stuff. I think Mom and Dad built a car or something down here recently. The canisters are all refilled completely.” Danny shrugged, moving around the lab and grabbing up papers - notes about what feeds to use, hints for setting things up. “I can help you connect up and plug in your stuff - though you’ll have to leave it here so that the thing can print. If you’re legit making a car here, it’ll take about 2 days to finish printing it out at all, let alone assemble.”

“Danny, after I finish with that, we are so using this place for other projects together, do you understand me?” Tucker saw doors that likely lead off to other rooms in the lab and wondered just how Much of Fentonworks there was. “This is too amazing.”

“If you say so, bro. Here, let’s get started. I can help with setting up the print file.”

Sam had to say, going through the bs of school was beyond irritating when both of her friends were barred from the school until they could get around the weapons the Fentons were installing. Paulina’s gratingly loud personality was especially difficult to tune out that day, and Sam found herself feeling proud of her self control in not throwing something at the shallow cheerleading idiot when she started going on and on about the upcoming spirit week.

Once school was out, Sam grabbed the board that Danny apparently made for her after he finished Tucker’s, though she wasn’t sure how, and put on her helmet. New, magnetic boots planted firmly on the board, Sam pulled out her phone, put in the address of the Skulk and Lurk, and activated the Nav AI that Tucker had managed to make an app for to download. “One of these days Tucker is going to overwork himself into an early grave.” Shaking her head Sam took off into the sky, and no amount of gothic reputation could keep the smile off her face or prevent her from cheering. “Woooohoooo!” Who could possibly blame her? She was flying . There was nothing more awesome than this that she knew of.

When she arrived, Sam had her board hover itself up to the roof, where it was less likely to get snatched by someone who thought it’d be cool to snag a hoverboard. Walking into the store, Sam took off her helmet and grinned. The Skulk n Lurk was one part book store, one part poetry reading area, and one part coffee shop. It had the gothic, occult theme down pat with black, blue, and shades of purple being the only colors to be found around the store. Heading straight into the books section, Sam managed to flag down an employee and nudged him in the arm. “Nice mohawk, Chris, I see you’re branching out.”

Chris turned around, hair dyed a brilliant blue and his clothes all pastel shades of purple and grey with a bat-shaped nametag pinned on his chest. He smiled and elbowed her right back. “Yeah, just got it done the other day. How’re you holdin up, Sam? Parents still trying to push you into being a prep?”

“Such is my curse.” Sam sighed and leaned heavily on Chris while he laughed. “But, that’s not what I’m here for today. Think you can help me find some books on magick?”

“Cursing people is wrong, and will always go wrong for you, I hope you know that.”

Sam rolled her eyes, standing up straight. “It’s not for cursing anyone, Chris, it’s for something else.”

“Hitting that cheerleader with a love spell is not the way to go about getting over your crush on her.” Chris smirked and turned away from her, walking steadily while Sam scoffed and scowled at him.

“That’s gross on two fronts. A love spell sounds ridiculously creepy, and I don’t have a crush on Paulina of all people.” Sam made a gagging noise and Chris laughed yet again.

Ludicrous notions about cheerleaders aside, Chris lead Sam to a section about magick and left to go help another customer while Sam browsed. She held her hand up, letting her fingers brush over the spines of the books as she read their titles and stilled. There was a vibration, warm and far more humid than any bookstore should be and humming so much like Danny and Agatha and even that piece of trash Grovsner did when she was close. It was a feeling that she hadn’t really noticed until now that all of the ghosts she’d encountered shared, however few of those there were. The tiny hairs all over her arms and the back of her neck stood on end and Sam grabbed the book.

Roots, stems, rain, warmth, leaves, petals, heat, crushing cold, withering emptiness, life granting rain and growth . Sam dropped the book and just barely bit off a loud swear, staring at the cover. Magick: The Life Blood of the Earth. “Well. Danny can see weird shit, I guess I can feel it. Being that close to the portal must’ve done something to me.” Picking up the book slowly, Sam waited for any weird feelings to hit her again. When none did, she grinned slowly. “Let’s see what I can do with that.”

Danny takes some of the time after fighting Skulker to relax at home, get his schoolwork done that was emailed to him, and figure out a plan for working around the school's new anti-ghost security system. It had been two days already and he was coming up blank. Of course, it's at dinner that Danny thinks to ask his parents. "Hey Mom, you said the Fenton Finder works by keeping track of a ghost's ectosignature, right? What is that, exactly?" Jazz, as she standardly did when Danny instigated ghost-themed rants, looked as offended as one might have had their mother been described with every cuss word in the dictionary. She stabbed her chicken alfredo while holding this look for 5 continuous seconds without blinking.

Mom smiled wide and ecstatic. "Well you see, Danny, an ectosignature is the frequency of electrical signals running throughout a ghost's body, shaping its form and directing its actions."

"Like brainwaves?"

“Exactly, hon!” Mom reached into her pocket and pulled out a macaroon, which Danny devoured immediately. “When a ghost manifests outside of the Ghost Zone, its ecto signature is a signal being broadcast from the Ghost Zone into our reality. Since ghosts are 4-dimensional constructs made of exotic matter that of which exists beyond our standard perceptive abilities, a ghost can receive this ectosignature from just about anywhere on Earth or beyond. Like the best cellular reception in the universe.”

“Like any signal though, an ectosignature can be tracked! And that signal can be disrupted and blocked!” Dad only spoke in exclamation points Danny realized some time ago. He waved his fork around in presentation at the blueprint that his mind had likely superimposed on the air next to him. “The Fenton Thermos™ uses charged ectoplasm and what I’ve coined as Fentonite to isolate any ectoplasmic mass contained inside of it from its corresponding ectosignature by creating a four-dimensional enclosure! The filthy ghost is still charged with the ectosignature though, there’s a centralized network of energy that allows the ghost to immediately take on its form after it’s released.”

“So the ghost is conscious within the thermos?”

Mom shrugged. “As conscious as a ghost can be, sweety. It’s not an actual person or anything, just a static imprint of what used to be a person’s thoughts. Like an A.I.”

“The Fenton Finder™ used scanners specially made to detect ectosignatures that are on our satellites up in space! It’s also how our security system works, though that works off of scanners here in the house!”

"So is there a way to track down ghosts by their specific ecto signatures? If you can track the general signals maybe you can create a way to lock into a specific one."

"Mm, I suppose we could! That'd be useful for tracking down that scum that attacked you and friends! We've got the blueprints for the ecto signature scanner down in the lab somewhere if you wanna try the idea out, son!"

"Will do, Dad. I'll tell ya how it goes." Danny grinned around his chicken and pasta. He had a game plan now.

After dinner, Danny raced downstairs to print out the blueprint from the computer - his father stacked the blueprints in an infuriatingly chaotic way that Danny hadn't the patience to sort through - and then ran through the door on the left. Behind it was a hallway into a tunnel, one that lead Danny to the alternative lab under the building right next to the house. Hopping into his wheely chair, Danny slid over the linoleum floor to his work table and laid down the blueprint.

"Alright, I can work with this. A signal can be tracked, and it can be isolated. Which means that My signal can be isolated and tracked specifically." A smirk crossed his face. "Which means the scanners can be set to ignore my signal. Perfect!"

Danny slid over to the laptop connected to a second Fenton Fabricator, glad that his parents were always thorough enough to make a back up of everything they did. "This should be done in no time. Then Sam can help me test it and Tuck can- speak of the devil." Danny whipped out his phone and hummed, tilting his head at the simple message his best friend had sent him.

FriarTuck: Hey Dan, almost fin breaking the security in Sklkr's suit. Bout to crack this badboi open n make it mine. Muahahahaha! Hyd?

"Ugh, stars, I don't wanna think about that asshole." Danny shot back a quick reply and set his phone down, finding a notebook he typically kept around. Writing in a code only he, Tucker and Sam knew, Danny got everything down that he could. "Skulker has been a major set back in my plan to prove not all ghosts are evil to Mom and Dad, and a few other weird developments made themselves known. I can now see everything in the lower intensity ultraviolet spectrum 24/7 instead of having to concentrate, as well as the electrical currents running through everything; I can somehow see my emotional connections with people I'm close with and use those connections to influence their emotions as well as read them clearer than other aurae." He stopped, taking a breath and looking over what he'd just written. " Mierda , ain't that creepy?" Danny pulled on his hair a bit while he wrote.

"Joining that on the list of creepy-ass things about Danny: I can reach across that link to everyone and pull on their love and affection and all that and use it to heal myself. Stars, that's such a gross way to look at everyone's care for me. Just a fucking- a bandaid? A free trip to the nurse in a minute?"

Turning back to the parts being made, Danny huffed and dragged his nails against his scalp a touch too roughly. "Physiological changes in my ghost occur when Tucker and Sam are in danger; Canines grow into fangs and according to Sam my voice starts to echo as though it's coming from everywhere. Thankfully a check in Tucker's mirror proves that the changes are temporary. Reaction to my temperament? On that note: being a psychoreactive exotic material, the ectoplasm that makes up my ghostly body reasonably reacts instantaneously to my emotions, but it seems to be enhancing them as well. It's either that or maybe puberty, but I have a feeling puberty doesn't make you violently angry at the slightest provocation and likely to turn any ghost you see into a splatter on the ground." Danny groaned, closing his notebook. "I fucking Executed Skulker. What the fuck? Why didn’t I just suck him into the thermos?"

A ding from his phone and Danny snorted.

GardeningClaws: Hey Star boy, don't go angsting without us there to hug you. We will know and you will pay the price.

"And what price is that, being buried in a pillow fort?"

GardeningClaws: do you know how many pillows I have in this house?? Do you think, like a fool, that I won't use them against you?

Danny laughed, sending a quick 'fair point' before heading to the door opposite the one into the house lab. Behind it was a room with rows of lockers, each holding three sets of suits. Danny didn't need them though. At the far end, there was a large octagonal metal rim, blast doors sealed shut within.

Opening it up to just the right coordinates, Danny watched the doors pull back and felt the building charge of the portal's startup. For a fraction of a second, Danny was filled with a bone-deep fear that gripped his entire body and held him stock still. With a thunderous crack, the fabric of space-time was folded around and torn, and Danny relaxed, staring out at an expanse of white and grey. Opening the blast door, he let the void fill him up and spread outward to chill his bones and freeze his veins. Skin blue, eyes and freckles green and his fluffy hair snow-white, Danny flew past the event horizon and gasped silently at the sight before him.

The moon is so much more beautiful when you can look with your own eyes instead of through the lens of a helmet visor.

Sam, smartest of the group that she was, called Danny and Tucker both to head to her house for a horror movie marathon. “After what we’ve been through, none of these B rate movies are gonna scare us.” It was so close to inarguably true that the boys both shrugged at their phones and headed on over. Danny came down from the sky in that space where everything was heat and impossible colors, everything around him highlighted in a panorama view that almost made him dizzy. Landing in an alleyway, Danny checked to make sure he didn’t see anyone around him and took a deep breath. He folded himself up, cold edges practically trapped within him tugged and bent until the brilliant moonlight that bled from his form retreated into the center of his chest, light and freezing cold as it hummed in an offbeat pulse next to his heart.

Pulling the hood of his jacket over his head, Danny jogged out of the alleyway and down the sidewalk with his hands in his pockets. He looked around the neighborhood properly and hummed, wondering how he never put together that Sam was rich when the address she’d given them ages ago was very obviously in the rich part of town. “Stars, we’re really just that oblivious aren’t we?” The stars in mind, Danny cast his gaze up and smiled at the full moon that greeted him, counting the tiny dots of the stars around it while he walked. Thankfully, his odd kaleidoscopic vision seemed to extend to his human form a bit and his foot froze mid-step as a car drove past him at an intersection. “Sweet mother of the gods, why can rich people not drive right?”

When he got to the gates of Manson Manor, Tucker was there typing away at his phone. When he looked up Danny waved and grinned, pointing a thumb at the huge mansion behind the gate. “This is ridiculous.”

“It’s just so much . Why does anyone need that much space? How do they keep it clean?”

“If I meet some butler named Alfred I’m going to eat your hat.”

“Are you sure you wanna make that bet, Danny? This is looking Batman-ish.”

The gate opened up before Danny could respond to that and instead, he nudged Tucker’s side before jogging toward the door. Sam was there, opening it before Danny could trip on nothing and faceplant into the mahogany or whatever expensive wood the door was probably made from, and he instead landed on a soft carpet. Tucker nudged his foot with his shoe and Danny groaned, resigned to simply laying there for the rest of his life. Two pairs of hands lifted him up from the ground however and Danny laughed, getting up properly.

“You can’t just let me wallow in my shame in peace, can you?”

“Of course not,” Sam scoffed. “If you’re going to be ashamed, I have to be there to make sure it’s appropriate. Now, c’mon!” Sam dragged Danny down a few halls, and up some stairs, followed closely by Tucker.

“I need to make a map of this place so we don’t get lost the next time we come to visit,” Tucker muttered, and Danny nodded. When Sam opened the door she was headed for she let Danny go and grinned at them like a cat that’d eaten the canary. Walking in, Danny felt his jaw drop and took a moment to soak in what he was seeing. “You have an entire movie theater in your house?”

“I know, it’s grossly excessive and we absolutely don’t need it, but-”

“Sam, what the heck are you talking about?” Danny waved a hand in the goth’s face and snorted when she swatted at him. “This is awesome! We can marathon every Dead Teacher movie here and it’ll be like when we went to see it in the actual theaters but better !” Danny pulled down his hood and hopped over one of the chairs - of which there were two whole rows - and plopped himself into the soft cushioned seat with a laugh. “The only thing that could make this room better would be if you had movie snacks.”

“Well, good thing I have a popcorn machine right back there full of fresh popcorn, a cotton candy machine, and ordered us pizzas.” Sam grinned, sitting next to Danny with a bowl in hand full of greasy buttery popcorn, and Tucker sat on his right. “What should we watch first?”

Halfway into Dr. Sleep, the pizza arrived and three laughing teens had to pause the movie and pull themselves together from the heap of giggles that they’d become. “Oh, oh stars, that hurt , laughing so much hurts!” Danny leaned on Tucker while Sam leaned on him, the bowl of popcorn practically forgotten next to Tucker. After a few minutes, Danny took a deep breath and patted his friends on the back. “I can grab the pizza - I can fly, so unlike you two I can actually go and be back before the things are cold.” Before either friend could protest, Danny let the shimmering void of silvery dark cold spread out from the center of his chest to every hair on his body in a flash of light. He slipped through Sam and Tucker like water through the air and flew off toward the red aura of the pizza guy, diving to transform behind the front door when he appeared outside. In just a moment he was back inside and setting three pizza boxes down on the snack table. “I see we got ourselves a meat-lovers for Tuck, a veggie everything for Sam, and-” Danny gasped. “A dragon’s tongue pizza for me! Aww, Sam~”

“Oh stuff it you goof,” Sam said as she and Tucker grabbed slices and plates. “I just knew that you’d complain your pizza isn’t spicy enough unless it has ghost peppers, reaper peppers and every other kind of spice known to man and dolphin on it.”

Tucker rolled his eyes, already scarfing down his first slice. “Dolphin? Really?”

“Dolphins are the closest animals to humans in behavior and observed intellect, Tucker.” Danny took the time to go through three slices of pizza while Sam ranted about how dolphins might as well be classified as non-human people before pointing accusatorily at her.

“There is nothing wrong with my sense of taste, thank you. Anyone with a strong enough tongue can handle this pizza, Sam.” Danny took a bite to emphasize his point and smirked when he was flipped off. “I’ve just got the strongest stomach here.”

“ Excuse you? ”

“Unlike you, I can eat veggies without my stomach declaring a mutiny.”

“Um, go fuck yourself? That was the lowest of all low blows, I am utterly betrayed !” Tucker covered his forehead with the back of his arm and half fell backward. “Truly, my trust has been shattered by mine own brother, how could you? And I’ll have you know that the amount of capsaicin you consume is well beyond what any human being should have in their body.”

“Funny, I’m pretty sure I’m not human.” Danny paused mid-chew, ignoring the look of disgust on Sam’s face over the two of them talking around their food. “I wonder… what smaller changes like that might be going on because of my ghost? Like, regular puberty is already horrible enough but now I’ve got like, ghost puberty to deal with.”

“First of all, ghost wise, you’re baby.” Danny pouted at Tucker, feeling mildly offended. “You haven’t even been half-dead for a whole year yet, you’re baby.”

“Tucker, can you be reasonable for one moment?” Danny nodded, gesturing to Sam, who was clearly the only one with her head on straight between them. “Danny is always baby, not just because of his ghost.”

Crossing his arms over his chest, Danny rose up in front of the movie screen, less crossed in the air as he frowned down at his friends. “I am offended, I am revolted, I dedicate my life to our lord and savior Jesus Christ and this is the thanks I get?”

“I wonder,” Sam said loudly as she walked toward his pizza box. “What it would taste like if I put cotton candy on your pizza?” Danny dove for his pizza box, nearly crashing into Sam as he grabbed it up and flew toward the ceiling. He flipped upside down and stood with his feet to the ceiling, grinning down at his friends. Carefully opening his box he took out a slice and stopped.

“Sammy that is a wonderful question!” Gravity shifted, reasserted itself in the correct direction, and Danny flipped with it, landing in front of the cotton candy machine. He dipped his pizza slice into it and smirked at the despaired wail of his friend while he ran away from her, munching away at his unholy pizza slice. “This is so sad, Alexa-”

“You don’t think I’d have Alexa in my home, do you? First you defile my cotton candy, now you insult my common sense? Do me a favor and parish.”

“Been there, done that.”

“As amazing as all that is, I was wondering something about you, Danny.” Danny flew over to Tucker, landing on his shoulders with a snicker. “So like, can you do that thing from the movie? Like, turn your head all the way around like an owl?”

A wide grin spread over Danny’s face and he set his food down on the table, before pulling the void up and out and around himself. Bright silver light illuminated Tucker and cast odd shadows on his face. To think about later. Danny turned his head slowly, cautious of being wrong, and almost stopped when he heard the pop of the joints in his neck. Still, he kept going until he was looking at Sam’s gaping face right behind him. He raised a hand to give her a thumbs up and winced at the sound of more popping joints - though, fascinatingly enough… “None of this hurts at all.”

“Well now I gotta see you spider-walk up the walls, that’s just the natural result of you showing off like this, Danno.” Turning his head the rest of the way around, Danny saw Tucker’s phone pointed at him and snorted. “Dude this is wicked !”

“Oh my gods, we have to time you, hold on.” And like that, Danny was doing laps around the walls and ceiling, reversed on all fours while Sam timed him and Tucker recorded. When he dropped back down to the two rows of seats, Danny crossed his legs behind him with a hum.

“Anything else y’all wanna test?” Tucker raised his hand and Danny let his gaze slide from Tucker himself to the brilliant yellow-gold-grek air around him. “I’m going to regret hearing out this question, aren’t I?” Tucker nodded, his grin widening and the grek in his aura growing brighter. Danny sighed and pointed at his brother.

“Can you possess people? Cause that would be pretty fuckin cool.” Tucker T posed as if that would help Danny with the wave of discomfort that crashed over him at the idea. “How would you know? Go ahead, try me. See if you can like, take me over.”

Danny drew the darkness back into his chest, warmth and the beat of his heart and the weight of gravity tugging relentlessly against him like countless invisible chains made themselves known to him. Digging in his pocket, Danny pulled out a coin, looking at Tucker with as much seriousness on his face as possible. “Heads I tell you to yeet your PDA into the cotton candy, tails I try to possess you.” Danny flipped the quarter and caught it in his open palm. He took in a deep breath through his nose, and let it out the same way. “Shut.”

Slipping back into the void, Danny stared at his Tposing best friend and considered just how he was supposed to do what he had asked. The only thing that made any sense, of course, was to slide even deeper into the void. Light and sound and even the air circulating through the room all faded away and the world shifted like a gradient scale from Xtreme Indigo to a deep dark blue sprinkled with green that lit up the empty world in bands, rivers, and threads that Danny could’ve stared at for the rest of his life and probably never grown tired of. The only constants were the gold and green aurae at the ends of silver threads that shone like solid moonlight. Danny dove for the golden light and dipped a hand in where he guessed Tucker’s head was. The silver thread practically yanked him in, and Danny sank into a desert of yellow and glittering light.

In the next instant, he was blinking unfamiliar eyes, falling out of a dumb pose he hadn’t taken, stumbling on legs longer than he was used to and warmer than he’d been in months. “Holy shit.” Danny held out his - Tucker’s hands and turning them over each other again and again. He took a few testing steps forward and back, turning and stretching every way he’d ever seen Tucker move, and felt a laugh bubble out of hi-Tuck’s mouth. “Sam holy shit!”

Sam was staring at Tucker-Danny like he was the most out of this world thing she’d ever laid eyes on and she wasn’t sure how to react to him. The cheer of figuring out yet another ability dimmed at the sight of her expression and what might’ve been horror was building itself up in his chest. Then Sam schooled her expression and pointed at him. “You sound the way you do when the two of you are speaking in unison.”

“I feel like I’m wearing a costume that doesn’t fit right, I’ll be honest about that. Stars, Tucker’s vision is horrible.”

“Alright, that voice thing is actually getting annoying, can you like, leave him now?” A moment of silence passed, the room growing incredibly small and Sam stepped closer. “Danny, you can leave Tucker’s body now, right?”

“Gimme a second, Sam, I didn’t know I could go into him in the first place.” Danny huffed and closed his eyes. He focused on what was different and wrong about being in Tucker’s body instead of his own, thought about floating upward to the surface of a large body of water, the moon coming to his mind’s eye and he reached for it. There was a solid kick at the edge of his shadows, golden sands rising up and filling the empty space to push him up and out toward the moonlight and-

Danny flopped onto the ground face first, sensing a trend of him faceplanting on Sam’s floor, and Tucker let out a loud gasp. “Holy balls, that was weird as fuck !” Danny flipped around onto his back, letting his own familiar warmth and heartbeat fill his senses before he looked up at Tucker and found him wiggling his fingers and toes. “It was like blacking out or something. I had the weirdest dream where I was like, I dunno, made of fire or something?”

“It was a lot of weird, hard to describe feelings on my end but mostly like a suit that doesn’t fit right. Like, I know what my body feels like and that wasn’t mine, ya know?” Sam and Tucker nodded and while Danny knew they had absolutely no idea what he meant, it was relieving all the same. Standing up, Danny reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the scanner he’d printed earlier. “By the way, I made something that’ll help me get back into school.”

Tucker, without missing a beat, said, “That sounds like a horrible evil device.” Sam snorted and Danny nodded. “What does it do?”

Danny launched into an explanation of what he’d learned about ectosignatures and his idea for tricking the security system at school. “Also,” Danny added when it came to mind, “the car should be done printing in my basement by now.”

“Wait, you not only finished designing it but also started making it?” Sam looked between them with narrowed eyes. “What do you mean printing?”

“The Fenton Fabricator™ is a giant, modular, high detail 3D printer that can make complex metal technologies - like our hoverboards. The first 3D printed car took a couple of days and it wasn’t as complicated as this so I guessed about 48 hours.” Danny shrugged. “Probably done by now.”

“Isn’t that cool?” Tucker practically had stars in his eyes. “We can build anything in there, Sam!”

“Before that, we gotta get this ecto signature of Danny’s recorded." Sam held up the scanner and Danny nodded. Things had to happen in the right order or things would go wrong.

Danny reached inside of himself and pulled the dark, endless space between space that rested within him out to wrap around him like a cool, relaxing blanket. The extreme indigo of the world rose to an even more brilliant blue and purple that blended together and unwove from each other and wrapped around everything. Tucker shone from within with gold that glittered like desert sands and Sam was wreathed in the viridian green of the forests. The threads between them were silver and thick as though woven from many. "I never need to take drugs cause all I need to do to get a trip is go ghost. I swear."

"Yeah, well, I think I have the reading on you right here. Tucker, can you make any sense of this?" Tucker rolled over and stared at the data on the Fenton Finder remake. After a moment of silence, Tuck started tapping away at his PDA ferociously. "I'm gonna guess that means yes."

"I can record this signal and have a filter to keep the school's system from recognizing you as a threat by tonight. Think we can break in and do it then?"

"Probably," Danny shrugged, flipping a few times in the air. "Ishiyama probably had them set the security system to an activation button or lever or verbal input. They wouldn't want them to make something automatic in case a ghost was too close to a student."

"Fair. Tomorrow night then?" Tucker grinned as Danny tucked that blanket of not so empty empty space back into the very center of his everything and flopped onto his seat.

"Sooner I can tell my family we beat Skulker the better. I don't like worrying them like this." Ever since his Spirit Vision or whatever got turned permanently on, Danny could feel the undercurrent of anxiety that ran through his family. It made his skin crawl with the itch to make them all feel better and left a bitter taste on his tongue.

"Agreed, I can only keep this info from my parents for so long." Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. With a grin she handed the scanner fully over to Tucker and ran a hand through Danny's hair, messing it up as much as she could.

Danny swatted away Sam's hand after a moment and sank further into the soft cushiony seat. "Your chair is eating me, Sammy."

"You've been getting a healthier amount of meat on you, so yeah it might be." Tucker was steadily getting engrossed in his task and Danny knew they had precious few seconds before he was completely lost to them so he decided now was a good time to be a dick.

“So like, when the first hoverboard exploded and I put up a forcefield on a reflex we completely skipped over that cause of hyper-focus but like. Should we talk about that?"

"You have protective instincts," Tucker mumbled, "and ghost stuff reacts to the deeper parts of your mind right? So it's just you defending someone you care about."

"Which reminds me." Sam poked Danny in the sides until he was squirming and giggling to get away. "You're keeping like, a journal of all the things you can do right?"

"Mostly notes on what I learned about ghosts in general, like a bullet point list of the stuff that happened with Agatha and Skulker, and stuff but yeah. I need to add ‘owl neck’ and ‘possession’ to my list of Things I Can Do."

“And what, pray tell, is on that list?”

"I can turn intangible or invisible, defy- no, actually, with what happened at the zoo I guess I can influence gravity, I can see all the radiation in the world, which is a trip lemme tell ya, I can apparently make a wall of ectoplasm?" Tucker and Sam were staring at him for a long beat of silence before both were tackling Danny and pulling him into a big group hug. “I know, I’m awesome, but so are you guys and you should celebrate it.”

“Yeah, I am pretty awesome,” Tucker said with a grin. “You guys are lucky to know me. I feel I deserve a reward for the amazingness I bring to this group.” Tucker was promptly dropped by Sam onto the floor and Danny laughed.

“Another cool thing you can do is heal yourself and other people.” Sam poked Danny in the side until he was squirming away from her in that unreal state of being, slipping through her fingers like the space between air and flopped onto Tucker’s lap before solidity came back to him. “That’s probably one of the coolest powers you have.”

“One day, Tucker is going to copy everything I can do, but with technology.” Danny poked Tucker a couple of times and got his hand swatted away for his trouble. “He’s already copied my language-”

“Spanish doesn't belong to you just because your dad is Mexican, Danny, try again.”

“And now he’s tryna say what’s mine isn’t even mine, can you believe this guy?” Danny didn’t even try to hold in his laughter now, waving a hand emphatically in Tucker’s face. “Next he’ll say I’m not the greatest ghost fighter in the world-”

“Your Mom.”

“Or the first boy to step foot on the moon-”

“Neil Armstrong - also, did you just say you walked on the m-”

“Or the unthinkable, like I’m not the very first Fenton that’s gonna be built like a brick house.”

“No no, you can’t just talk your way out of this one, Danny, you were on the moon? ” Ah, Danny loved riling up his friends.

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Log Cabin and A Brewing Fire Part II (Trevante Rhodes x Reader)

Pairing: Nebraska Williams ( Trevante Rhodes) x Reader

Warnings: none for this chapter

A/N: here’s part two. This will be a series and it is SLOWBURN. If you haven’t please read PART ONE HERE just so it’ll all make sense. Thank you guys so much for tuning in!!!

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Knock, Knock

You were currently in your favorite snow boots, bubble rain/snow resistant jacket, and a pair of black jeans knocking on Nebraska’s door. He never kept it locked but you were trying to enforce some boundaries on yourself. Even if he was a guest, you couldn’t just barge into his room whenever you felt the slightest inclination.

He’d been here a total of three days already and if you were being honest, you could hardly feel any change since he’d arrived. His presence was so small and mute, most times you forgot he was even there. You figured whatever it was that was plaguing him mentally, it couldn’t help that he was by himself so much here.

So you were actively going to try and work with him. Get him out and talking, maybe even about why he feels the way he feels. Which is what brought you outside of his door now. You woke up with the brilliant idea for the two of you to take a walk in the snow, hoping it would give you both a chance to at least get to know each other.

Knock, knock, knock, kno-

Nebraska opened the door midknock and you wanted to sink into the ground at the sight of him. He was shirtless, chest and abs glistening with water droplets, his face, neck, beard, etc, were also soaking wet and there was a towel hanging loosely around his hips. It was obvious he’d just stepped out of the shower.

“Yes ma’am?” He said lowly, snapping you out of your shocked state.

“Oh you don’t have to call me ma’am! You really don’t even have to be formal at all! Unless that’s what you’re comfortable with. Then by all means do whatever you like but calling me ma’am isn’t... like.... necessary or uh any..... thing....” you trailed off. He said nothing, silently waiting for you to continue with whatever brought you to his door.

“Well anyway, I was wondering if you’d like to join me for a hike this morning. The weather is beautiful at the moment and I thought it’d be nice for you to see the area. New England has some of the most beautiful woodland areas around.” You smiled, forcing yourself to look at his nose and not search for a print below.

“Alright,” he said.

“Great! Amazing! Um, I’ll just meet you downstairs then whenever you’re ready!” You chirped and walked away leaving him to get dressed.

You went and sat on the sofa of your living room, watching the snow gently drift down through the huge window looking outside. You couldn’t have been sitting there for even ten minutes when you heard his heavy boots trudge downstairs, fully dressed in jeans, combat boots, a long sleeve shirt, snowcap and a thick winter jacket. He dressed in all black, as did you and it almost looked like the two of you were matching.

“Ready?” You quipped and he nodded. So the two of you set off.

The walk began quietly as the two of you headed out the back door, through your yard and out to one of your favorite trails. The sun was shining bright, providing a little warmth to the two of you as you trudge through the snow.

“So tell me about yourself Nebraska,” you started, shoving your gloved hands in your coat pockets to keep warm.

“Not much to tell,” he said solemnly. You’d anticipated such an answer and thought ahead.

“Well then let’s start in the beginning, where are you from?”

“Born in Louisiana, moved to Nebraska when I was 7.”

“Oh so that’s where you get your nickname from huh? Pretty cool,” you smiled. He said nothing.

“So what made you join the army?”

“It fit. I was strong, followed directions well, thought I was making a difference.”

“Well my Uncle thinks the world of you, raves about you all the time.” You saw the corners of his mouth turn up in a small smile.

“He’s always looked out for me..... probably even when he shouldn’t have,” his tone dropped and you could hear a hint of sadness in his voice. Well more sadness than usual.

“Hey, it’ll be alright,” you said and you decided to take a big risk and pat him on the back. You might as well have been patting a wall with how hard it was.

The two of you walked a bit more in silence before a loud ringtone broke the quiet around you. Nebraska reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone, answering it immediately.

“Aye. Yeah? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah..... yeah. Mmhm. Okay. See you then.” He hung up the phone and you looked at him curiously, the unspoken question hanging in the air.

“Mind if we cut this hike short?” He didn’t really seemed to be asking but looked at you expectantly anyway.

“Yeah sure, that’s fine,” and with that the two of you began to walk back. You were quiet but you couldn’t help your mind from wandering. Your curiosity was literally burning in the back of your brain and you were dying to know who it was he was meeting.

But if he’d wanted you to know he’d have told you. So you kept the inquiries to yourself.

The two of you made it back to you house and in your driveway was a gigantic red flatbed truck with a tarp in the back. A white man with blonde hair and an equally blonde blonde mustache hopped out of the vehicle. The first thing you noticed was how tall he was. He was clearly one of Nebraska’s army buddies.

“McKenna,” Nebraska grinned and this had to be the first time you’d seen a genuine smile on his face since he got here. It was absolutely breathtaking, he had slight dimples that flared and his teeth were perfectly white and supremely straight. His eyes crinkled in the smile and you could see he was genuinely happy to see him.

“You’re hard to track down. General (Y/L/N) really put you in the middle of no where huh? This his niece?” McKenna said turning to you.

“Yeah. Y/N this is Captain Quinn McKenna.” The Captain extended his hand to you and you took it lightly.

“Pleasure to meet you ma’am. Not staying long, just stopped by to drop off this old hunk of metal,” he laughed, winking at Nebraska.

“Hunk of metal?” You questioned. McKenna pulled back the tarp on the back of his truck to reveal the sleekest motorcycle you’d ever seen. You didn’t know much about motorcycles but this was was big, black and shiny so you had to assume it was well taken care of.

“Couldn’t let this baby rot away on the base, now could I.” McKenna quipped then he and Nebraska lowered it down on the ground together.

“Thanks Cap,” Nebraska grinned.

“Don’t mention it, Williams. To anybody. Ever. Especially the General, he’d have my head if he knew I handed you your mobility.” McKenna said tossing Nebraska a helmet.

“Be careful on that thing. And hurry up and get your ass back to base, we need you.” McKenna slapped Nebraska’s back and then headed back to get in his truck, pausing before he got in.

“Y/N,” he nodded throwing you a curtesy wave before taking off. That left you and Nebraska alone again and the silence fell over you two once more.

“Well that was awfully nice of him,” you smiled. Nebraska nodded once but said nothing, turning his attention to his bike.

“Well I’m gonna go start breakfast. Would you like anything?” He shook his head no and you continued on the the kitchen.

You made yourself a bowl of sweetened granola and oats then sat on your windowsill languidly picking at the meal, only really stomaching a few bites before tossing the rest out. You had work in a couple of hours and decided to go ahead and start getting ready for that.

~*~

You got home from work much later than you usually do, sinking into a chair in the living room as soon as you stepped through the door. You were exhausted and it seemed the museum was always more popular this time of year increasing your work load. That and the fact that you had three new exhibits coming in and two old exhibits moving on had you more stressed than usual.

You were too tired to eat dinner and decided to just head to bed. You were almost to your door when you heard the undeniable sound of someone grunting. Specifically a male grunt. There was also a lot of heavy breathing and the headboard squeaking as it tapped against the wall. You felt your veins ice over thinking the worst.

Of course you’d never outwardly told Nebraska he wasn’t allowed to have female.....’company’ but with him only being here a total of four days even you could admit that was moving pretty fast.

You couldn’t control your feet as they slowly made their way to his door. It was cracked and you gently pushed it open a smidge, hoping to catch a glimpse of the girl he was with. This New England town was only so big and you pretty much knew almost everyone here, so whoever his partner in crime was, you were bound to at least know who she was.

You peaked through the crack, your moral conscious screaming at you otherwise. What you found before you couldn’t have shocked you more.

He was doing crunches on the side of his bed. His force and bulk making the bed squeak as he did one after another. He was shirtless yet again and his body was glistening with sweat.

You couldn’t help the sigh of relief from washing over you and he heard it, causing him to pause. You pushed the door all the way open and began walking in before he had he chance to turn around so it wouldn’t look like you were spying (even if you obviously were).

“Heyyyy..... what are you still doing up?” You asked nonchalantly as you leaned against his open door.

“Couldn’t sleep.” He said out of breath.

“Really? Because you actually look pretty sleepy,” you noted, finally getting a good look at his eyes with him on the ground. Upon further inspection, he almost looked like he hadnt slept in days.

“I, uh, I don’t sleep at night.” He said, standing up.

“Why’s that?”

“Can’t seem to catch it.” He shrugged, grabbing a towel off his nightstand. It looked like he was about to take a shower.

“You know I used to be the same way then I- HEY! I’ve got an idea! Why don’t you sleep in my room. There’s fairy lights, an oil defuser, rain sounds, who knows maybe that’ll help you get to sleep. That’s what I do instead of counting sheep.” Maybe swapping rooms would help him feel a little more at ease, plus you didn’t mind sleeping in his room if that meant he’d get some proper rest. You always enjoyed the window view from his room better anyway.

“Umm... I don’t know..... Let me think on it,” he said hesitantly and you know he wasn’t really going for it but at least you tried.

“Okay well let me if you change your mind. Good Night,” you said turning towards the door.

“Night.”

~*~

A nice long hot shower later and you were in bed in your t-shirt and underwear on, languidly reading your latest novel when you began to drift in and out of sleep, finally sub-coming to your own slumber.

You could vaguely register Nebraska’s massive frame entering the room and laying down next to you.

“You changed your mind?” You asked groggily.

“Yeah,” was all you could remember he said and then you fell back asleep, too tired to make the trip over to his room. Even though the bed had plenty of room, Nebraska was all the way at the opposite edge, once again trying to make his presence barely know, as if he were trying to disappear.

~*~

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kpoprunsmylifenow · 5 years

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I Wanna Make You Mine Chapter 4

Getting back into work, you felt great. You’d made sure that Dongwon looked into the men that helped you, and found out their name was VAV. They were relatively knew, but they were big from their businesses. You talked with Yongguk about sending some guys there to check it out, and he sent Zelo and Himcham to scope out a couple of their businesses.

“You’re okay right?” Yongguk asked as he winced while getting up from one of the chairs in his office.

“Yeah I’m alright.” You groaned as you side started to throb. “It’s just taking some time to heal since they really fucked me up.” You laughed a little and patted his arm. “Stop worrying about me.” You pushed him away as he laughed.

“Well, don’t get kidnapped and then have a random group take you afterwards.” You rolled your eyes.

“Shut up. When Zelo and Himcham get back make sure they send their info to Jihun and Dongwon.” You waved bye to Youngjae and Jongup.

“Will do.” He said as you put on your shoes and walked out the door. “Is Jihun and them coming to get you?”

“Nope.” You smiled as you walked around the couple of cars in the driveway. “The boys dropped off my motorcycle earlier while we were talking earlier.” He laughed and shook his head.

“You’re really gonna give us a heart attack one day.” You laughed and put your helmet on, lifting the visor.

“Y’all love me anyways!”

---

You made sure that your pistol and knife were in their place and went to meet up with the boys. They’d found some of the remaining guys from A.C.E, putting on your gangster face, you entered where they had them tied up.

“Let us go!” You heard one of them yell.

“If all you’re gonna do is stare at us, at least give us something to watch.” Another one said. You remember him.

“Oh, don’t worry.” The guys tensed up, making the tied up men quiet down. “There will be plenty of things to watch once I’m done.” You smirked at the man who noticed you. “I see you’re not as happy to see me again.” You pouted.

“How the fuck did you get out?” He yelled, trying to get out of his bindings.

“Have you been wondering where your leader is?” You smirked as you heard one of them gasp. “I’m also guessing that another one of your members got killed too because there’s only 3 of you.”

“How do you know?” The brown haired one asked.

“Oh, I know a lot of things.” You said as you walked up to him, grabbing his chin. You looked over to the blonde. “Like how you like to use knives to slice little cuts and then pour lemon juice to make someone cry. And then when I didn’t you dug in until I started to scream.” You looked over at the grey haired boy next. “You. You like to taunt your victims.” He smirked.

“I see our time with you taught you something.” You kicked him so hard his chair fell over. He gasped for breath.

“I see my time with you will teach you to keep your fucking mouth closed.” You turned back to the dark haired man. “Names. Now.”

“No.”

“Okay.” You smiled over at Heejun. “Get to work.” And you walked out as soon as you heard their screams start.

---

After the boys had showered and changed, Jihun and Seoham came in to give you the information they’d spilled.

“They really suck at keeping secrets.” Seoham said as they sat down.

“Just tell me what they said.” You head a raging headache, and honestly you weren’t in the mood for anything.

“Donghun, Wow, and Byeongkwan are the remaining members of A.C.E. Jun you know was killed and we saw the other ones body at the warehouse.”

“His name?”

“Chan. They were hitting bigger groups to try and bypass a lot of the work it takes to set up deals and get suppliers.” You nodded your head. Seoham watching you before going to your cabinet to grab some pain killers. The side you’d been stabbed in still hurt too, which had reopened the stitches you had there. You knew Baron would yell at you for being so careless. “They’d been planning a couple of attacks on you again and then a couple more on your friends.” You nodded, quietly thanking Seoham as you grabbed the glass of water and the painkillers from him.

“How’s our deal?” You gulped down the painkillers.

“Good. We meet with them on Saturday to give them our side.” You nodded and rubbed your temples.

“Is that all?” You really wanted Inseong to patch up your side so you could get some sleep.

“What are we gonna do about them?” Seoham asked.

“I’ll deal with them tomorrow.” They nodded. “Since that’s over with, can you go grab Inseong. One of my cuts opened up again and it needs to be stitched up again.” Jihun rolled his eyes while Seoham looked at you worried.

“We’ll get him.” You nodded and lay your head on your desk.

“Boss?” You heard Inseong ask quietly. Jihun must’ve told him about your headache.

“Hey Seongie.” You smiled a little and sat up.

“Come lay on the couch. You’ll be more comfortable and you can sleep while I do it.” You nodded, groaned and swaying, which Inseong caught you, before making your way to the couch.

“I covered it with what little wrap I had since it started bleeding.” You said, laying face down on the couch so the wound would be closest to him.

“Wow, who ever did these stitches are really good.”

“Baron did it. He’s VAV’s medic.” You said turning to look at Inseong while he worked.

“How was it there?”

“It was nice to get away from this business for a while, but I missed you guys.” You smiled. “I felt a little bored since I didn’t have anything to do. No people to find, deals to be made, or worrying about the littlest things.” You closed your eyes as Inseong started to cut the remaining stitches.

“I’ll numb it in a minute.” He said quietly, focusing on what he was doing. And after he numbed the area, you fell asleep.

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“Y/N.” You felt someone shake your shoulder. “We have an issue.” You opened your eyes, Heejun standing right there, Jihun behind him.

“What?” You asked as yawned and sat up.

“One of the guys are trying to escape.” You sighed and grabbed your pistol, tucking it into it’s holster.

“Let’s fuckin go before I shoot the idiots that fuckin left shit close enough to them to get out.”

Getting to the warehouse they were in, you saw a couple of guys bleeding.

“Where the fuck are they?” You seethed, pulling one of them closer.

“We managed to get them tied back up, but we got pretty banged up.” You threw him aside. Rolling your eyes, you entered the room again.

“Back so soon?” Byeongkwan asked. You shot his knee cap. He started screaming and you stuffed a rag in his mouth.

“I’m not here to play fuckin’ games.” You walked to Donghun. “I already know you’re the leader know since Jun’s dead.” You looked him up and down. “I wanted to try and make a deal with you but since you’ve decided to cause me problems, I’ll let my assassin play target practice with you.”

“Wait!” Donghun yelled as you started to go find Heejun. “What if we still make that deal. I know that people have been wondering who the leader is for Spades for a long time. And I know you’re their leader. The way you were yesterday, we couldn’t really decide. We thought it was your right hand, since he seems to be everywhere you are and you let him look like the lead. But know we know. Especially since you came in and shot Byeongkwan.” You rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder as you smirked.

“Well, well, well. Look who’s attentive.” You bowed. “Congratulations, but maybe you should’ve thought about the consequences before you decided to be a nuisance.”

Walking out, you went to find Heejun. You found him almost beating one of your lowest men.

“Heejun!” You yelled as you came closer. “I have someone else you can take your anger out on.” You smiled.

“Who?” You led him to the doorway, opening it to show him the boys you’d just talked to.

“I got you some targets to practice on.” He smiled sinisterly.

“I see you already damaged one of them.” Nodding towards Byeongkwan.

“He got mouthy and I’m not in the mood for anyone’s shit.” You shrugged and turned on your heel. “I’m sure you and Jihun will have fun with them.” Knowing that Jihun had just wanted to kill them immediately. “Make sure you tell him.” And you went to find Seoham and Inseong so you could go home and sleep a little more before you had to go meet up with VAV to deliver their shipment.

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Thankfully you got to sleep for a couple of hours before you had to get up. Yawning you got out of the car, 2 of your lower henchmen on each side.

“No right hand today?” St. Van asked.

“He’s busy.” You honestly didn’t want to do anything today. Your side was killing you and you honestly wanted to sleep for a year.

“Oh, she’s sassy today.” Ace said as he grew closer. You nodded to the one on your left to go get the bags for them.

“I’m not in a good mood today, and sleep has been spotty the past couple of days.” You huffed when they dropped one of the bags. “Jesus fucking Christ.” You shoved them, pulling on your new stitches.

“Hey, you should be careful.” Baron said as he grabbed some of the bags from the back of the SUV. “Your stitches are probably not as sensitive, but they’ll still rip and tear.” You shook your head, glaring at the 2 henchmen you brought with you. Then your phone started ringing.

“Hello?” You saw that it was Zelo.

“Y/N shit is happening here at the base. We need you here ASAP.” You groaned and wanted to punch something.

“I’m not with the boys right now.” You stated as fast as you could. “I’ll send them over right now. Please be careful.” Hanging up, you closed your eyes, breathing through the anxiety that was suddenly running through you. Taking a deep breath you called Jihun.

“Yes?” He answered, hearing gunshots ringing every couple minutes.

“How fast can you get you and the boys to B.A.P.?” You asked, trying your hardest not to cry in front of another group.

“Like 2 minutes before we’re in the car. 5 minutes after that if we speed.” You nodded and looked at one of your henchmen, eyes hardening.

“Make it 5 minutes total getting there.” And you hung up again, knowing that Jihun will get the hint. Turning back towards VAV, St. Van had an impressed look on his face.

“You know I honestly doubted you when you said you were the leader, but it makes sense now.” You rolled your eyes.

“If you could get the rest of your stuff from the back of my car,” You pulled your pistol out and checked your ammo. “I have some shit that’s happening right now that I need to attend to.” St. Van nodded for them to hurry. You pulled out your other pistol, checking the ammo in it. Then made sure your knife was in its proper place. Then you felt someone coming up behind you. You pulled out a throwing knife, holding it to their neck. There was Lou, smirking.

“I see that you don’t let your guard down either.” He said lowly.

“I’d be an idiot if I did.” And you walked away. “Hey, let’s go! I don’t got all fucking day!” You got in the car and left the empty parking lot you’d both decided to meet in. Once you got far enough away you let a couple of tears fall, hoping that Jihun got the guys there and that Yongguk and your friends would be alright.

Please be alright.

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mirthless-misanthrope · 5 years

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When Snow Turned To Rain Part III (Jotaro Kujo Imagine) (Shenmue AU)

A/N: hoooo boy. this was my absolute favorite part of shenmue! i had to stop myself from writing more than this because trust me, I would’ve gone on for a lot longer. anyway this is part 3 of this mini series of mine! i decided to make it not as cliffhanger-y since i don’t know how long it’ll be before I can write for this again ;v; my brother is gonna be visiting this weekend and our guest room is... also the computer room so yknow.

For those who don’t know what Shenmue is: it’s a game series kind of similar to Yakuza. It’s about an 18 year old boy named Ryo that watches his father get killed by the antagonist (Lan Di). I tried to make this enjoyable for everyone, but just know it’s based on Shenmue!

in this AU, Jotaro witnessed his father get killed by DIO and his lackeys (i.e. Hol Horse, Vanilla Ice, etc.) and is pretty mad about it. I mean, who wouldn’t be? The story takes place in a town called Sakuragaoka (and later, other places by there). He only lives with Holly now. Reader or S/O is his childhood best friend, and he always protects her from bullies and… pretty much everything. I wrote this to be like SDC Jotaro since he’s 18 in this.

Trigger Warnings: harassment, swearing, hints of depression, kidnapping, implied violence bc jotaro beats people up

Link to Part I: https://asexual-agony.tumblr.com/post/185972738198/when-snow-turned-to-rain-part-i-jotaro-kujo

Link to Part II: https://asexual-agony.tumblr.com/post/186019336393/when-snow-turned-to-rain-part-ii-jotaro-kujo

please enjoy!! i had a little too much fun here whoops

It’s been a rough couple of days for me. Ever since Jotaro dismissed me like it was nothing to him, I haven’t left my home, too wrapped up in my own emotions to even try. My few friends come over sometimes and try to cheer me up, but I still refuse to leave the house. It hurts a bit too much this time, I always tell them, and yet they continue trying. Today is another one of those days. Two friends let themselves into the house and make their way to the nest of blankets and pillows I’ve made in my room.

“We told Jotaro how miserable you’ve been,” one friend starts. “We just… We want you to feel better about this… and maybe he’ll apologize when he realizes just how much he hurt you, y-y’know?” Feet shuffle closer to me. “It’s been six days since you told him, and you haven’t left your literal nest you’ve made, not even to eat! The only reason you’ve eaten anything is because your grandma doesn’t want you to starve, so she brings food up to you, and that’s a sign that you’re letting this affect you too much-”

“Get out of my house.”

Rising from the pile of blankets and pillows, I shoot both friends a piercing glare. They would later tell Jotaro that I was becoming more like him due to the intimidation emanating from me. “I said, get out. I-I’m sorry you guys, but I didn’t ask for visitors today. Just… Leave me be, okay? I’ll… I’ll go outside tomorrow. I promise you, I’ll try to get outside and walk around, so please, just leave me alone for now, okay?” They look at each other in shock before mumbling apologies and leaving almost as quickly as they showed up.

Sighing, I settle back into the center of my blankets and pillows. God, why would I promise that? Tomorrow’s gonna be awful.

…

Call me a fortune teller, because that statement was correct.

I don’t even make it two feet away from my house before I’m grabbed by some thugs. They’re sneering and laughing as they drag me away, and while I would usually panic in this kind of situation, I feel so utterly numb that I don’t even put up a fight. They yank me into a car and take me away, but I don’t care anymore. They can do whatever they want.

It’s when I overhear their plan that I snap out of the numbness in my heart and get confused. “Yeah, we got the bait for that nuisance Kujo kid,” someone mutters into a phone, “she didn’t even put up a fight like ya said she would. Ha, now we’ll get him for sure, boss.” They’re using me as bait to attract Jotaro? I let out a forced laugh, shaking my head at the men around me.

“Y’know… You might as well just kill me now, because he doesn’t care about me. He made that very clear a few days ago,” I murmur to them all, “sorry to disappoint.” The snickers I get in response puzzle me, however. Each one of the men around me starts laughing at my words. “Why are you laughing? I’m telling the truth. He doesn’t have time for pathetic people like me.” A hand on my shoulder normally would’ve startled me, but this time, I just look at whoever put their hand on me, eyebrows raised.

“You’re pretty blind, kid.”

“... Huh?”

“He just wanted you to be safe. He’s head-over-heels for you.”

And that set off an hour of questions raging in my mind.

...

Being as obedient as I am doesn’t do me any favors since the men tie me up anyway, chuckling at my lost expression. “Someone call Kujo,” a man behind me demands, and I turn to get a look at him. His blue eyes are piercing, though he isn’t glaring at me. The outfit he’s wearing reminds me of a cowboy, especially since he’s wearing a cowboy hat, and the gun in his holster sends a shiver down my spine. I don’t think I like this guy.

“So you’re the little lady that has Kujo wrapped around your finger, huh? Name’s Hol Horse.” He notices the fact that my eyes don’t move from his gun and he laughs, shaking his head. “I’m not here to kill you, or even hurt you. We just want Kujo. He’s been causing us Mad Angels a lotta trouble,” he scowls to himself, seeming irritated. “And all because he wants to find Lord Dio… god, I almost feel bad for the kid. But I can’t let him find Lord Dio, not yet.”

The sound of a dial tone makes me snap my gaze away from the man and over to where a few punks are calling someone, snickering to themselves.

I suppose I don’t prepare myself to hear Jotaro’s voice enough, because I gasp to myself.

“Kujo residence. Do you even know what time it is?”

“Yeah, we know. We also know you care dearly for this girl.”

The silence after is painstaking and hurts my heart more and more by the second.

Before I can help myself, I cry out to Jotaro, hoping he gets it. “Jotaro! I-It’s a trap, don’t listen to them-”

“Where is she,” Jotaro growls, cutting me off. “Let her go, she has nothing to do with this.” There’s shuffling on his end. He’s not… actually coming to help me, is he?

“Heh. Warehouse 15. Why don’t ya come get her before we get bored and have some fun, ah?” Hol Horse cuts in, smirking at the grunt Jotaro gives in response before the line goes dead. “And now, boys. We wait. Heh, what a sucker.

Jotaro is actually coming to help me? What kind of universe is this?

...

It feels like no time at all has passed before we hear the revving of a motorcycle. Each thug perks up at the sound, grinning at each other. He’s here, I realize, and he’s probably pissed.

What happens next is a blur: Jotaro barges in, relaxing only a little bit when he sees that I’m okay, and he starts to fight every thug in the warehouse, even Hol Horse. And to my surprise, he actually wins against all of them. “You,” his voice growls at Hol Horse, “where is Dio? Tell me now, or you’ll regret it.” Wait, Jotaro’s looking for the man that killed his father? “I would’ve let you off easy, but you went way too far, dragging her into this. Now tell me.”

I’m surprised when Hol Horse spits out the information. Sure, Jotaro is intimidating, but I didn’t realize a man as strong and determined as Hol Horse would submit so easily. And as soon as the location leaves the man’s mouth, Jotaro knocks him out, having no mercy… that is, until he turns to me.

“Yare yare… They didn’t hurt you, did they?”

My eyes widen. This is the softest I’ve ever heard him speak.

“I… n-no, they didn’t. But… Jotaro, why did you help me?”

… Silence.

Instead of speaking, Jotaro holds my hand in his and leads me to the motorcycle he rode here. My blushing face is obvious, I’m sure, but he doesn’t say a word about it. He hands me the one helmet he has, a light shade of pink on his cheeks as he mumbles, “Here, get on. I’ll get you home.”

And so, while riding on that motorcycle with my shaky arms wrapped around Jotaro’s waist, I realize that he didn’t really mean to hurt me. In fact, he most likely didn’t even realize how I would take a statement like that. Now, being so close to Jotaro as we head back to Sakuragaoka, I realize that maybe, just maybe…

Maybe he likes me too.

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lilydeerwrites · 5 years

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A Muggle Studies Moment 3: Part 4: A Lily and Sirius Sidequest conintued ...

The motorcycle transaction went well. The neighbor, a Mr. Trevorsmith, was beyond relieved to be rid of the motorcycle. Apparently, his wife was well over it and wanted it gone. He showed Sirius a few tricks to get it started, wrote down instructions about petrol and parts, and took his money gratefully. Lily was impressed with Sirius' ability to remember how to use Muggle currency and to ask insightful questions about the function and care of the machine. Two helmets came with the motorcycle, having belonged to Mr. and Mrs. Trevorsmith during their courtship. Three kids later, she no longer had interest, apparently.

Sirius thanked the man sincerely and politely, but she could see the glee and elation lurking behind his polite smile. The very moment the man went back into his home, Sirius calmly folded the registration papers into his jacket pocket and turned to Lily, offering her a helmet.

"Fancy a ride? You facilitated this whole thing, after all. First ride belongs to you, my dear!"

She put the helmet on and climbed on behind him. "Have you the slightest idea how to drive this?"

He nodded confidently. "I've done a lot of research. Manuals, old videos, anything I could find. Jamie even found me a Muggle game that was a simulator once. It only worked for a few days, but I did my level best. Do you trust me?"

Lily patted his shoulder affectionately. "Well, I know how to ride a bicycle. That's like this but without the motor, so ... won't Remus and James each be insulted not to have the first ride with you?"

Sirius nodded, grinning cheerfully. "Oh, yes. It has to be you - literally. We have to ride it at least to a point of entry for the Wizarding World. And James will be sooo jealous when we get to Potter Manor and you've got your arms all around me."

She laughed. "Poor James. He really has improved. I don't think he's asked me out in months."

"Do you miss it?"

"Not ... exactly. He was awfully annoying, but I do appreciate if he's changed because he's started listening to me."

"That's most of it. Poor old James has always listened to you. Every word you've said in a class, every time you insulted him and us, and every kind interaction he's witnessed with other people. My boy's always had a terrible mouth-to-brain connection problem, especially when he's blinded by wretched, angsty thirteen-year-old lurve."

She adjusted her helmet and said a prayer to whatever might be listening that they wouldn't come to harm on this experimental ride. "Was that all it was? Angsty 'lurve?;"

"You know better than that. James is gone on you. Still. He's just trying to be less of a prat about it. I promise the inside of his head is every bit as ridiculous for you as he ever was. Thinking about giving him a chance?"

Lily tightened her grip on Sirius' middle. "If I don't die today on this motorbeast of yours, I may ask him to go to Hogsmeade with me. What do you think?"

He turned around to face her, his gray eyes filled with more sincere emotion than she'd even thought he was capable of. "I think it's brilliant. You're brilliant, Jamie's brilliant, and together, your brilliance will outshine the damn sun. I also think I need to be extra careful not to land us in the hospital wing. It's a lot of pressure, taking your best mate's girl on a motorcycle ride when your best mate doesn't even know he's got a girl yet, right?"

Lily laughed. "What if instead of 'his girl,' he's my boy? How do you like that?"

Whatever Sirius said was lost in the sound of the motorcycle's engine revving to life. She was glad of the muffling effect of the helmet, and extra glad of the firm grip she had on his waist when the machine suddenly lurched forward. Both of them swore, and Lily had to stop herself from using her magic to ensure their safety.

A moment later, they were tentatively moving forward, only slightly jerkily. They did a slow circle of the block, and then another as Sirius became more familiar with the controls. Lily had to admit that he appeared to have done his homework. He knew the names of the parts and was making good headway on smoothing the transitions and increasing their speed. When they pulled into the Evans family's driveway and turned off the motorcycle, Sirius couldn't help giving a quiet (for him) whoop of joy.

Lily's mum met them in the driveway, smiling. "Well, look at the two of you! I could hear you coming - that thing is awfully loud. Come inside, get comfortable, both of you!" She looked at Sirius, then back to Lily, then to Sirius again. "I'm so glad that Lily's brought a friend home to meet the family. Sirius, is it?"

Sirius smiled politely. "Sirius Black. Thank you for inviting me to join your family for dinner, Mrs. Evans. It's so nice to meet you."

Again, Lily found she barely recognized the polite boy who stood beside her. "Let's go in. I'm so ready for your pot roast, Mum! I've missed it."

Sirius followed Lily into her parents' home, his stomach suddenly tight with anxiety. He had never been in a Muggle house before, and he didn't want to slip up and say something ignorant or upsetting. His internal monologue wasn't helping. Right. Don't fuck it up. I always manage to fuck things up, and this is no different. I'm a disgrace. Mother was right ...

He looked up, startled, when Lily touched his arm, directing him to the chair beside her. Mr. and Mrs. Evans were already seated, as well as a sour-faced girl he assumed was Petunia. She might have been pretty if she hadn't seemed so very determined to look at both him and Lily as though she smelled something foul. Something about her reminded him of his cousin Narcissa, and that was enough to kickstart the manners that had been ingrained into his subconscious since he was a small child. He pulled out Lily's chair, waited until she was seated, then sat down himself, his posture perfect.

The Evans parents seemed impressed, but Petunia sniffed and pointedly ignored them.

"It's good to meet you, Sirius. We're very glad that Lily is getting on well at school and making friends," Mr. Evans said, offering Sirius a smile. "I'll admit, Lily's er .... gifts ... are still a bit of a mystery to us, but we're glad she's thriving. Lily tells us you two are in the same house and have some classes together?"

"It's quite nice to meet your family as well, Mr. Evans. Yes, your daughter and I are both in Gryffindor House, and she's known to be one of the brightest students at the school. You should be very proud."

Mrs. Evans smiled, patting Lily's arm affectionately. "We're quite proud. Now, how did the two of you become friends? I'm very curious, as I've heard a few names over the years - Mary, Marlene, Severus, and Remus, mostly - but how did the two of you meet?"

Next to him, Lily was starting to blush. "Mum!"

Sirius took it in stride. Of course her family might think they were more than just friends. After all, Lily was every bit as gorgeous as he was. Any parents, with the exception of the bigoted, abusive set he had lucked into, would have thought they were a lovely, well-matched couple. He knew the Potters would have thought the same thing, and probably Remus and Pete's parents as well. He explained calmly, "Lily and I met as first years when we were eleven, but I'm afraid my best mate and I didn't make a very good first impression. It wasn't until this year that I - well, I had some problems, and your daughter may have actually saved my life. I was ... hurt, you see, and no one was around, but Lily was making her prefect rounds, found me, and got help. After that, she kept checking up on me to see that I was doing all right, and now we've become good friends."

Mrs. Evans addressed her daughter, "Why have I heard nothing of this heroic deed, darling? Surely if you saved a boy's life, the first person you'd tell is your mother!"

Lily was squirming uncomfortably, and her gaze kept darting to her sister. Petunia looked like she wanted to stab Sirius and Lily both with her fork, possibly in the eye. Lily was clearly desperate to get her parents' attention off of herself and onto her sister, but the Evans parents were too blinded by pride to see what was going on. It was a different dynamic from Regulus watching as Sirius took all of the blame and punishment for the both of them, but those experiences had made him very aware of sibling dynamics. He felt for Lily and even a little bit for Petunia, despite her sour expression and the mean things he knew she had said to her sister. He caught Lily's eye and gave her hand a quick squeeze under the table.

"I must say that it's lovely to meet you as well, Petunia. Lily speaks of you often," he said in his polite-est, most House of Black voice.

Petunia seemed startled to be addressed, and torn between being impressed by the possible status hinted at by his accent and manners and disgusted at the idea that he was one of them. For his part, Sirius honestly could not have cared less, but the relief on Lily's face was reward enough. He wondered idly why all families couldn't be like the Potters, who wouldn't have minded if James fell for a Muggle, a Muggleborn, or anyone at all, so long as it made him happy?

"Does she?" Petunia replied, somewhere between incredulous and resentful. "I rather thought that awful Snape boy was her only friend. Lily has always had a tendency to be rather exclusive with her few friends."

Sirius laughed. "There is where you and I have a bit of common ground, Petunia. I can't say I'm terribly sorry to see her friendship with ‘that awful Snape boy’ come to an end. Did you know that he's quite bigoted against those students born to Muggle families? I personally can't imagine why someone would choose to be a bigot about attributes one has no control over." He gave Petunia a pointed look. "Why, that would be like if your family decided to hate all wizards based on pure ignorance."

Under the table, Lily stepped on his foot, signaling that enough was enough. He knew he'd pushed a bit, taking a shot at both Snape and Petunia, but she didn't look mad.

"That's right, Tuney. I was telling Mary and Marlene about your engagement, and how happy I am for you. They asked me about your taste in dresses - they're very interested in Muggle fashion, you see, and I told them that it was all quite new and that I knew your favorite color was green, and that you favorite simple, classic lines. Was I close?"

Petunia glanced at her parents, whose attention was, for once, on her, and smiled, albeit a bit tightly. "Quite close, only Vernon's aunt does hate green, so I think I may consider pink or lavender."

The conversation continued, with Mrs. Evans and Lily enthusiastically asking about possible venues and other wedding-related isssues, and Sirius internally sighed with relief. The pot roast was delicious, and he was hungry, even after their hot dog snack earlier in the day. With the attention off of him, he was able to eat and allow himself to relax a little bit. There was a motorcycle outside, a Muggle motorcycle, and it was his. All he had to do was get through this dinner and he would be on his way to the Potter estate, where he could house and tinker with his prize. He couldn't wait to show the rest of the Marauders. He knew that James would be willing to help him and ride with him, but part of him hoped that Remus was at least a little bit impressed with it. James was going to be so happy he might actually explode when he found out that Lily was planning to ask him to Hogsmeade. He was looking forward to witnessing that reaction even more than he was looking forward to showing off his motorcycle. Well, maybe not quite as much, but it was definitely close.

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super-cerulean · 6 years

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Let’s Go For a Ride

I chose this prompt from the Jason Todd Prompt Challenge created by @jason-todd-rh. Thank you for tagging me!!! This prompt reminded me of a scene on this Taiwanese show I watched on Netflix called Bromance so I based some parts of this off of that.

Prompt 5: Jason teachers the reader how to drive a motorcycle.

Warnings: Language and mild flirting

When you told Jason you wanted to learn how to ride a motorcycle, you were mostly kidding. Sure, they were beautiful and you absolutely loved when Jason drove you around on his. In theory it seemed like it might be fun to learn how to ride one and that was mostly why you said you would be down for it. You hadn’t thought much on it after you’d said it and you honestly forgot about it. Jason however, wasn't so quick to let it slip his mind.

The night before, Jason had told you to be ready for an early date. His plans involved waking up before sunset, so you were a little upset he waited until two in the morning to tell you it might be a good idea to go to sleep early. He was also very cryptic about what was the two of you would be doing, and he refused to give you any details about it. He barely even gave you a guideline for what you were supposed to wear, which was also a bit aggravating. When you spoke on the phone he sounded like he usually did when he was planning something, so you were left feeling more anxious than excited. Jason could be very chaotic when he wanted to be and that usually ended up with someone else on the receiving end of his mischief.

Per his request, you met him outside of your apartment about an hour before the sun rose. He waited for you near the sidewalk, standing beside his shining red motorcycle. When he saw you, he immediately greeted you with a grin. He had one helmet rested on the seat of the bike and one tucked in his arms. He offered the one in his hand to you with that look on his face that suggested you were about to be dragged into something so you paused before you accepted the helmet.

“Jason, I don’t know what you’re planning but I’d better not end up worrying for my life this early in the morning,” you said as you took the helmet from him.

“Now when have I ever made you worry for your life?”

“The first through fifth time I got on this bike,” you replied. Jason rolled his eyes, but you could tell he was amused with his little plan. You tried not to overthink it though, and busied yourself with preparing the helmet to put on.

“Your life was not in danger. I barely did any really cool tricks.”

“Yeah, well I felt like it was and that’s all that matters,” you said. You finished fastening the helmet onto your head and climbed onto the seat behind Jason. He had his helmet on already and was waiting with his feet planted on either side of the bike. You were trying to adjust your position on the seat when you heard him suddenly starting to rev up the engine. Instantly, you shot your arms out and around his waist in a panic and it took you a moment to realize that he was messing with you. The sound was muffled by his helmet, but you could feel him laughing at your reaction so you retaliated by pinching his sides. This time, the helmet didn’t muffle the sound of his reaction.

The sun had still yet to rise so the city was still bathed in darkness and neon lights. The streets were pretty quiet considering the time so you were left with a very peaceful ride. Thankfully, Jason didn’t do anything to try and show off so you were able to enjoy the feeling of air rushing around you and the view of the city blurring around you. So far Jason hadn't done anything too bad, but you knew him too well to ignore the signs that he was plotting against you.

He drove the two of you outside of the city and drove along the outer coast of Gotham River until the city faded into open road. He didn’t stop until you were well out of the range of the city and were left on a long quiet road with a gorgeous view of the river and with the lights of the city burning in the distance. Now that the sun was up further, you could see a lot better and the sky was filled with warm hints of color and morning sunlight.

“Pretty cool, right?” he asked when you had both gotten off of the motorcycle. Your eyes danced over the stunning view around you while Jason settled his bike and helmets along the side of the road.

"Yeah, how did you find this spot?"

"I found it last night while I was coming back from a mission,” he explained. “I was kinda annoyed that I found it by accident when I spent so long actually looking for a place for you to practice.”

"Practice what?" You asked, looking over your shoulder at him.

"I thought today I could show you how to ride my motorcycle. You said you were interested the other day," he explained. You blinked. Once, twice and then a third time before you fully processed what he said.

"When did I say that?"

"When Dick was talking about his old Robin cycle. I think it was last weekend or something,” Jason said, trying to jog your memory.

"Oh." It was when Dick was bragging about having it at such a young age. You had said it probably wasn't that hard, mostly to deflate his ego a little. When you said you bet it wouldn't take you very long to learn and Jason offered to teach you, you'd meant to slip in somewhere that you were joking. Ironically, that slipped your mind somewhere along the way and you never really said you weren't being serious. Oops.

"If you don't want to, it's fine. We can do something else," Jason suggested.

Well, fuck. You couldn't just chicken out now, could you? You went on talking all that shit the other day and Jason went out of his way to find time and a place to teach you. You knew he would never pressure you into doing it if you weren't comfortable with it so it wasn't like you couldn't back out. It was more so that your pride wouldn't let you.

"No, we can do it today. I just wasn't expecting to is all," you replied quickly.

“You sure?”

“Yeah, of course. It can’t be that hard, right?” You reassured, despite your thoughts completely contradicting your words.

"Alright then. Let's start with the important bits." He abandoned his spot beside his things and he came over to where you were standing. He moved to stand in front of you, so you tilted your head back a bit to match his gaze. "You already know how to drive so you don't need to go through too much of the technical stuff."

"Thank god," you mumbled and he smiled. His hands ghosted over yours and he wrapped his lightly around them.

"Close your eyes."

"Am I not getting on the bike?" You asked, giving him a look. The subtle gusts of wind blew at his bangs and pushed them more over his eyes. Despite the dark curtain his hair formed, you could still see the annoyed look in them.

"You will, but first you have to know how to stay on top of it."

"Jason I swear, if you do that Karate Kid shit on me-"

"Hey, I'm the teacher here. If you don't wanna fall on your ass at fifty miles per hour, I suggest you let me teach." You huff, but follow his instructions. "Good. Now, youre used to being a passenger, but it's different when you're in control. You don't just have to pay attention to the road, you also have to worry about keeping your balance and turning without tipping over."

His hands lifted yours up so that they were raised in front of you at about chest level. Then he released them and left tour hands suspended in the air. "Now, I don't want you to fall off as soon as you get on, so i'm gonna to show you how to center yourself."

"Is it not the same as turning on a normal bike?" You asked. Jason moved out of your range of perception and you were tempted to open your eyes. Out of nowhere, you felt him pinch at your sides, prompting a surprised yelp to escape your throat.

"Did you sass your teachers like this in high school?" He asked, suddenly behind you. "Riding a bike is different than riding a 300 pound motorcycle."

"That thing weighs 300 pounds?!"

"That's not the point, babe. At least try and focus on the lesson." He came up even closer behind you, silencing whatever smart remark you were going to make next. He was standing flush against you now, his chin resting on your neck and his hands placed on your hips. "Now, what you have to do is try and keep your center of gravity around here. Every movement is dictated mostly by the way you move your hips."

You nodded when he paused, checking to see if you were listening. "Imagine we're on the bike and you want to make a right turn. What you would do is," he used his hands to shift your hips a bit and he tilted your body to the side at the same time. You felt completely ridiculous doing this on the side of the road, but it was hard to focus on being embarrassed when he was holding you so close.

"It doesn’t take much to turn, so you don’t want to move too far. If you tilt too much, you'll end up falling over," he continued. He paused. "Are you still listening?"

"Yeah Jason, I'm not that easily distracted."

"Sure you’re not," he chuckled, shaking his head\. He continued with showing you how you needed to sit on the bike and how to control. It felt more so like he was using this lesson as an excuse to grope you in public, but to be honest you we're more than okay with that.

"How about now we go on the actual bike," Jason suggested suddenly. Shit, you still had to do that didn't you?

"Jason, I'm gonna crash your motorcycle and I doubt I have the money to replace it," you protested as he guided you by your hand back to the motorcycle.

"If you crash, I doubt replacing my bike is gonna to be your biggest issue," he laughed.

"That’s not funny!"

"It's fine. Trust me, you'll do great." You reached for the helmet, but he moved it out of your reach. "Nu-uh. How will I be able to instruct you if you can't hear me through this?"

"I'm not driving this thing without a helmet!"

"We're not even gonna go that fast. You're just going around this big loop in the road and then coming back here." He said, gesturing around the wide plain around you. "There isn't even anything around here to crash into."

You narrowed your eyes at him and he gave you another winning grin. He set the helmets on the grass to the side of the road and climbed onto the seat. He sat far to the back so there was space for you to sit and patted the seat in front of him. Reluctantly, you sat down. He moved your hands up until they were rested on the two handles in front of you.

"You remember which one is the brake and which is the accelerator?" He asked. You nodded and took a deep breath as Jason reached around you and started the engine. "Start whenever you're ready."

It took you a moment to build the courage to actually move so when you did it was a sudden jerk and you quickly removed the pressure, yelping a little bit.

“Not bad, but let’s try doing it a little less drastically,” Jason laughed. His hand covered yours over the accelerator and he helped you ease the bike into moving forward. Then he looped one of his arms around your waist and left the other rested on his thigh. The bike was moving now at a fairly slow pace and even that was scary to you. You could see now why Jason had taught you how to keep your balance. The road had lazy curves along the patch of grass it wrapped around so you had to be able to turn to stay on the road. Since Jason had showed you how to do it, you were able to follow the road without much of a problem.

“I told you it’d be fine,” Jason said over the rumble of the bike’s engine.

“So are we just going to keep driving around this loop?” You asked, eyes glued to the road in front of you. Now that you were actually doing it, driving the motorcycle was actually pretty fun. Jason leaned further over you so that his chin rested in the crook of your neck again and his arm pulled you even closer.

“Yes,” he whispered into your ear. “but I still need to teach you how to keep your focus when you’re being distracted.”

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Also, if you were interested in the scene that inspired this, here’s a clip of it on Youtube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7zIrAFFbk8o

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somemellifluouswords · 6 years

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Leather and a Ducati

Another one for my Ethan girls, because I don’t give y’all enough! I had a request about a forbidden love, motorcycle Ethan before they all got deleted, but I will never not be over motorcycle Ethan, wearing leather. Also I was inspired by Riverdale since I finished the season a while back, but this isn’t based off that entirely, just a little idea incorporated! Thank you and enjoy!

You don't hear the chime of the bell above the front door, or the heavy loud footsteps that proceed it. You don't bother to turn your head when someone sits down two stools from your right. You don't look up till the diner owner mumbles an annoyed "great" under his breath, scrubbing the counter before you aggressively since you've been here. You pull away your lips wrapped around the straw sunk into your vibrant thick milkshake, folded the edge of the page for the book laid before you, and meeting the owner with your eyes.

He's got his heavy arms folded across his chest, lips pursed into a straight line, and his blue eyes are sending daggers at the figure two stools down from you.

"Excuse me doll ..." the voice next to you speaks, catching not only your attention, but of a waitress on the other end of the diner, flipping through songs on the jukebox.

Finally, it seems this handsome man has captured your attention. He's evidently tall, and very broad. The white shirt he's wearing under that distinct leather jacket outlines the panes of his stomach, the bright lights practically making the shirt transparent. His long limbs are settled under the counter, dark jeans enveloping thick thighs. You turn your head before the front of a black messy haired man can whip his head in your direction, mindlessly turning back to your milkshake and the words that seem to make sense no longer on the pages your eyes fall back too.

You can hear the waitress rush over, past you to behind the counter, and she's fixing her ruby red hair, her collar, picking at the stain on her apron, as she smiles sweetly to the man before her. "What can I get for you?" The owner scoffs, shaking his head sending you a look before he disappears into the back.

You pull your lips away from the straw again, listening to the deep voice emitting from the man. "Just a shake" he pauses, and even though your looking down at your book, you feel his eyes on you, "strawberry please, and make it two." He clicks his tongue, and you think you he might have winked at the waitress, as her soft giggle fills your eardrums.

She is gone to the back in a second, and suddenly the man two seats down is moving next to you. You breath deeply as he inches closer, you insides tingling, his musky scent heavy in the air. "You weren't going to say hello?" You can practically hear the tease in his tone, already know he's got that wicked smirk on his face. Ethan always had a way to you, even when it was forbidden by town lines.

"What are you doing here?" You ask, turning to face him finally, watching as his face sinks, jaw clenching as his hazel orbs flash darker. "I mean ..." you feel sorry, afraid that you've jumped at him. "Why are you in this part of town at this hour?" "Why are you out alone at the diner between the two town lines at this hour?" He challenges, and you gulp, flinching as the back doors swing open, revealing the pretty waitress, settling two strawberry shakes before Ethan. He mumbles a "thanks", and waits to slide the second milkshake in your direction until she's back through the swinging doors.

"Peace offering" you chuckle sourly at his words, shaking your head as you shuffle out of your seat. "Very funny Ethan" the words come out harsh, angry and hurt. The bottoms of the stool screech against the shiny floor, as you rummage through your purse for money. Placing a few bills on the counter, you throw in your book, slip on your coat, pulling your hair from under the collar, all in haste and without looking at him.

He seems unaffected, taking sips of his milkshake as he watches you, waiting for you to even try walking out that door. But your stubborn, taking quick steps, the bottoms of your ankle boots creating stomps on the ground, as you walk past empty tables and booths.

"So does this mean you won't come tonight?" You stop midway, realizing there was only one reason you came to the midpoint of town, only one reason, no matter how hard you tried to deny it, being Ethan. You wanted to see him, and it wasn't going to be easy simply walking over the town line, or in his case, racing over that black shiny motorcycle through your side.

"You don't want to leave" he says, hoping you will stay, go back with him, and then he'll help you escape early morning, before both ends of the town get up for the day. And it'll be as if nothing happened, as if the good girl from the good side of town didn't spend time in secrecy with the bad boy from the bad side of town. Unless he left you asleep like the last time, a week ago, and you had to escape unseen back to your side of town, scared out of your wits.But that's what it would be, and deep down, you knew it too.

Because you wouldn't have turned around if it wasn't true.

The swinging doors open again, revealing the owner, his olive skin lined with sweat, eyes darting to both you and Ethan. He looks confused as he examines how Ethan has moved stools, a second strawberry milkshake sits unsipped before your vacant seat, and you turned around fully, facing the back of Ethan. You’re nervous, hoping he doesn't question what’s happened between two evident figures from distinct parts of town.

"Diner closes in five minutes" he announces, slipping the money you've left with his index finger towards him. "You have to leave" his tone is harsh towards Ethan, whose already rising from his seat. "You gonna be alright getting home miss?" He asks in your direction, nodding his head towards Ethan, whose taking purposeful steps past you towards the front door, his dark eyes never leaving your face. You nod quickly, "thank you".

“I’m parked out back” Ethan’s voice is dangerously low, almost inaudible in your ear as he holds open the door for you. You don’t respond, simply gulp, feeling his chest press against your arm as you walk through the door past him. The door shuts behind you, as you pretend to search through your purse for anything, turning to face the opposite direction Ethan has walked off in, disappearing into the dark, while your illuminated by the neon lights that shine from above. You steal glances wearily inside the diner, waiting for the owner to step into the back. He’s watching you, you know that for sure, and you’re anxious, hoping he doesn't get a hint about anything. When the sign goes dark above you, you rush to the back, trailing your hand along the building, following it’s path till your enveloped in a eye opening bright light, and the roar of a motorcycle engine.

You sigh in relief, as Ethan chuckles, sitting upright on his bike, helmet in hand, another one resting atop his thigh. “So you came” he sounds pleased, and you nod, slowly walking towards him. “I did ...” you mumble, tilting your head down, but he beats you to his lips, pressing them firmly with yours. His digits press in your sides, and he smiles against your lips when you part slightly to giggle. “Let’s get out of here before someone sees” he whispers, pulling away from you. You drop behind him, pressing your knees around him, as you pull down the helmet he’s handed you over your head. “Hold on!” he claims loudly, and your arms snake around his waist. Before you know it, he’s driving into the dark, towards the direction leading to his part of town.

Despite doing this for over a year now, knowing very well the trouble you both would be in had this forbidden romance fell before the eyes of the town, the uproar it would cause, you both couldn't stop. You hadn't in a million years imagined to fall for one of the Southside’s most beloved “dangerous” men months ago when your bus broke down in front of the midpoint diner late one night, and you'd walked in, without a phone, frightened, because of the stories you had heard from the Northside about what happened late during night at midpoint. You remember rushing into the diner, hearing the motorcycles on the other end of town, the joyous and wicked laughter of the Southside.

Upon entering the diner filled with Southsiders you froze, never once actually been in the same room as them, shaking as you made your way to the owner. “What are you doing out this late and here miss?” he’d asked, curious. You remember telling him the whole story, your bus breaking down, the only one in there, no phone, no where but here to go at this hour.

Half an hour in, from the other end of the other end of the diner, you had summed up enough courage to look at the Southsiders, breath hitching in your throat when you caught the eye of Ethan Dolan, strongest of them all, fearless and one of their leaders. His captivating hazel eyes had been on you since you had stepped in, the Northside beauty, quiet and from what he could tell, sweet. He knew it was wrong, but he also knew you felt it too, because you kept your beautfiul eyes on him too, with pink cheeks, hair pulled behind your ears, and the rest was history.

Ethan drove fast, the wind rushing past you, your hair flying with it. You leaned into him for warmth, eyes roaming the brick buildings, painted with graffiti, cigarettes littered on the ground, but no one else was out, except for the two of you. And you worried one night, someone would catch the two of you.

Ethan’s trailer was far from the central part of Southside, on a bare expanse of land of his own. The motorcycle came to a halt, as you unwrapped your arms from him, letting him lead you to the front door, strong hand engulfing your own. The inside of the trailer was fairly clean, and his distinguishable cologne was in the air. He slid his leather jacket off, dropping it onto the couch, as you leaned against the door, figuring out a way to confront him about what had happened last time you were over.

He turned to face you, running a hand through his hair nodding towards the coat you wore. But you were too focused on his golden muscular arms, lined with bruises and scratches. “Is that from when you left last morning?” your voice was quiet, eyes following the marks on his arms. “It’s nothing” he muttered, slightly agitated. “You never mentioned why you left that morning Ethan” you retorted, dropping your purse to your feet. “Do you have any idea how worried I was of being caught?” His knuckles went white as he gripped the counter, veins prominent in his arms. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to go, but I had to” He brought a bottle of water to his lips, swallowing large gulps down, his Adams apple moving frantically.

“So that's it? You wont tell me anything more?” you walked towards him, stopping before him. His chest rose and fell hard, and you feared you had pushed past a limit. But you needed to know, hell you deserved to know. “Did you have to hurt anyone?” the words came out weary, and you instantly regretted it, when his dark angry eyes flashed your way. He was in disbelief, turning his body to face your, side leaning into the counter. “You really think I hurt someone?” he asked, his tone evidently insulted, in disbelief.

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Ethan I’m sorry ...” “Answer me” he said sharply, making you nervous. He looked down at you, hazel orbs dark, lips purse in a straight line, jaw clenched. You leaned back the slightest, and he seemed to soften a bit, noticing how you had pulled back from him. The last thing he has ever wanted. You to fear him. Detest him and the Southside like everyone else did. But you weren’t everyone else. You were you, you the girl he loved. The girl who looked at him and his Southside family differently than any other Northsider. And you knew, you wouldn't be back every time, for this long had you believed the Northside about their stories and opinions about the opposing side. Both sides had been at war for decades, and it never seemed to end. You had grown up listening to everyone tell you stay away from Southside. And now, out there on your own, you escaped to here, to be with the boy you loved. You knew the Southside did what they had to in order to survive, fight back all the hell the Northside put against them. Ethan wouldn't hurt anyone, not even if his life depended on it. His way of dealing with situations as a Southsider were something you hadn't quite grown accustomed to. After all, if you did believe everything terrible thing about the Southside, listened to your end of the town, you wouldn't be here.

“No” you shook you head, instantly feeling lighter. “No I don't, and I’m sorry for ...” Ethan pressed his lips to your again in a chaste kiss, taking you back. You wrapped your soft hands around his scruffy chin, as he held onto your wrists, lovingly. “It’s alright” he whispered against your lips. “It's alright babe” you nodded, kissing him again, allowing him to unbutton your coat. He was an expert, quick and efficient, and the coat fell to your feet, revealing you in your jean jacket, thin dress. You felt his hands travel below your thighs, lifting your up onto the small kitchen counter. Again he held your wrists, leaning into you as you instinctively opened you legs to allow him to settle between them. He tugged the collar of your jean jacket, pulling his lips away as he slowly tugged it down your arms, revealing them bare. You watched with crimson cheeks through your lashes, while he observed you reacting to his action, completely infatuated.

Your mind fell back to that morning, images of yourself alone in bed, the sunlight bright and yellow through the curtains, the panic you felt when he didn't respond to you calling out his name. You remember rushing out of bed, ripping off a shirt of his keeping your body warm, throwing over your clothes and running, hiding and running all the way back to the Northside. You didn't stop shaking until you had sunk to the ground at the midpoint diner, your mind frantic.

Your jacket was off now, and he was gingerly leaning in again. “Wait” you whispered, upper teeth pressing into your bottom lip in hesitance, eyes curious. “Were you hurt?” you asked, referring to that morning. This time, he sighed, resting his hands around you on the counter, dropping his eyes away from you. “Not too bad, nothing broken” he answered, and you perked at him opening up to you about that night. “What happened E?” you asked, softly running the tips of your fingers over his battered arms. He met your eyes again, right hand resting next to your head against the pantry, as he leaned into you. “You really wanna know?” his voice was gruff, a soft smile on his lips. “Of course I do” you whispered, tugging at his shirt, knowing very well he was hurt under the fabric.

“A couple Northsiders, came into town that morning, starting buggin some smaller kids, asking them questions, claiming they were wrong for being born onto this side. They came armed, said it was time for us to leave ... or else.” You knew this happened, but it hadn't happened in a long time. “And then?” He chuckled, tucking loose strands of hair behind your ear. “And then there was an uproar. Southside versus Northside, neck to neck, we were unarmed, so they didn't dare pull out their weapons. I got a call that morning, left before I could get you back to town. I’m sorry”

“Ethan ... I ...” he shook his head, smiling at you gently. “You don't have to say anything, not your fault my love” “Did they hurt you bad?” you lifted the fabric off his upper body, and he let you, revealing a battered and bruised chest. You gasped, worried eyes flashing at him. ��I didn't let them touch the face, don't worry” he teased. “That’s not funny” you whispered, carefully bringing your hand forward to touch his body. He winced the slightest at your touch, and you pulled back from his flesh, eyes flashing fear. “It’s okay” he whispered, nudging your nose with his.

“I’m okay”

There’s something in his voice, as he speaks to you, eyes warm, his broad body, always upright with purpose fragile under your touch, and you know its vulnerability. He knows it’s not safe, he’s putting you in danger by bringing you here. But he can’t help it, and you want to be there. He kissed you again, soft and sweet, as if you’re the most fragile thing in the world, glass that might just shatter. You wrap your hands around his neck, as he presses his hands into your sides. His rough hands are warm against the cotton dress you’re wearing.

His lips begin to trail gingerly to your jaw, taking his time down to your neck, your fingers traveling through the loops of his jeans, the large dark belt pressing against you every time he moves in closer. Before his lips can trail further down, he stops. He’s looking at you again, wonder in his eyes.

“What is it?” You ask. He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair, until he’s kissing your lips again, harder. And then they’re traveling down to your collarbone, fast and quick, but pressing firmly into your skin.

You push yourself against him, biting your lip as he’s got you locked between his hips and the kitchen counter, your back pressing into it. He places his hands firmly behind your shoulders, leading the way the small couch, simply a few steps away. He sits down first, pulling you to him. Your knees sunk into the soft cushions, hair falling at your face as you tilt your head down, your long lashes pressing agaisnt his closed eyelids, his rough hands travel under your dress, and you mutter and “hmmm” against his lips, allowing his hands to roam the softest of your skin.

Later that night you find yourselves laying agaisnt one another, your head under his neck, heartbeat loud in your ear. Your wearing his white shirt from earlier, naked limbs tangled with one another. His fingers aimlessly trace the lace outline of your undergarment. You know he’s deep in thought, as you lift the blanket up higher, closing your eyes agaisnt his chest, because he sighs.

“What if we walked through town, hand in hand and everyone found out?” Your eyes shot open, lifting your self up, elbows sinking into the cushions. You meet his tired eyes with your own, lips pursed. His digits rest agaisnt behind your ear, rubbing into the softness of your hair. “We can’t” you whisper, sadly. “Imagine what they’d do ...”

“I wish it was easy. I wish I could see you during daylight. Bring you here, see you at your place. I wish we didn’t have to stay up nights to catch up with one another, over cold food sitting in my damn fridge, watch movies in my gloomy trailer. I wish I didn’t have to leave you, confused and scared. I wish I didn’t have to put you in danger. I just wish this wasn’t normal. Im tired of fighting for my life.” He’s like an open book at the moment, and your eyes well with tears, but you hold back.

“I wish it was easy too” and you press your lips softly agaisnt his, falling back into his chest, as he holds you close, because who knows when the next time will be, when he’ll hold you again.

Because when daylight comes, and darkness leaves, his world goes from light to dark, as he sends you past the town line. The day is his darkness, and every night with you is brightness.

A few hours later, he’s buttoning up your dress, fingers working quickly. You watch with tired eyes, hands limp in your lap, early streaks of golden sunlight lining the walls through the curtains. You slip your coat back on, and he’s close behind, dangling the Ducati keys in his hand. When you reach the door, he stops you, turning you around to face him. Without a word, he presses his lips to yours. “I love you” you whisper, barely audible over the chirping birds. He nods firmly, a sweet smile on his lips. “I love you too”

“I’ll be fine” you stop him from following you out the door. “Not a chance” he retorts, anger boiling in him, disbelief all over his face. “Yes I will. I’ve escaped before, and I was fine”

He hesitates, shaking his head, hazel eyes dark, skin golden under the sun, dark hair messy above his head. “I’m taking you home” it’s almost an order, but somehow through a flutter of words, and a forming kiss you convince him to let you go. “You’re in danger too, not just me” you remind him. “Please be safe, for the love of god please be safe”. He tells you he loves you again, kissing your forehead, hugs you tightly, muttering a call me into your hair, before letting you loose.

And he stands outside, instantly regretting it, waiting for you to disappear, until he can’t see you any longer.

If only he knew.

And if you had known when you reached midpoint, that you would have to face both men and women armed from both sides, angry betrayed faces, standing across from one another, divided by the midpoint line, ruby red on the dark ground, waiting for you both, you wouldn’t have left that morning.

If only you had known.

If only you had known, gunfire wouldn’t have sounded, nor would a physical fight ensue between opposite sides.

If only you had known, perhaps the last thing you saw that morning, would have been Ethan’s loving face, telling you he loved you. Perhaps the last thing you would have felt was his hold around you, strong and safe.

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LOT/CC fic: Captain Cold & Me (chapter 5 of 7)

Sara Lance, unbeknownst to her high school classmates, has connections to some of Star City's most popular super-powered heroes--but no powers of her own. Then the mysterious Captain Cold saves her from an attack…and does his best to convince her that he’s not the bad guy everyone seems to think he is. And maybe not all of the "good guys" should be trusted...

Yeah, it's going to be seven chapters now. Bad Jael. ;) The last one was just going to be really long, but I hit a good point to stop and it just felt right. Ch. 6 tomorrow and, I hope, Ch. 7 on Friday. Many thanks to LarielRomeniel for the betas!

Can also be read here at AO3 and here at FF.net.

Cold went back out the window, but Sara rolled her eyes, closed the window behind him and headed down to the front door, which she also locked behind her. He was waiting around behind the house, under the tree he kept climbing to get to her, and looked unbelievably relieved when she came into view.

“Um. Here.” He held out something that shone white in the moonlight, and Sara, curious, reached out to take it, turning it over in her hands. It was a white domino mask, not so unlike Laurel’s black one, made of supple leather that was soft beneath her fingertips. She looked up at him, seeing the oddly wistful look on his face again, then nodded, slipping it on and adjusting the elastic that secured it to her head and then pulling her hood up to cover that and her hair.

Cold hesitated in the process of pulling his goggles back down over his eyes and took a step closer, watching her.

“I wish…” he started, then shook his head, turning away and tugging the eyewear down roughly. Sara regarded him thoughtfully, then followed as he started walking into the woods behind the house.

“Might help if you told me where we’re going,” she said after a moment.

“The docks,” he told her. “But first…” He motioned to the side, turning in that direction. “I parked out here so it wouldn’t be visible from the house. Just in case.”

“Parked? What, you have a Coldmobile or something?” Then they moved around a tree, and Sara saw the fence that marked the property line--and, just beyond it, a motorcycle.

Cold clambered over the fence, turning to extend a hand, but Sara just put a hand on a post and vaulted it herself, noting his quick smile. She studied the bike, which looked well-worn but also well-cared-for, and took note of the two helmets hanging from the side with a sort of saddlebag.

“Aw,” she said, picking one up, “you brought me a helmet?”

Cold cleared his throat. “Well. Safety first.” He smirked as she eyed him. “You OK riding pillion?”

“Sure.” Sara put the helmet on, noting that it seemed new, but fit perfectly. Hm. “You really do have a license for this thing?”

Belatedly, she thought that it was probably kind of silly to be OK with running into the night with the so-called supervillain but question whether he had a motorcycle license. But Cold chuckled as he took off his parka and stuffed it in the bag, then put his own helmet on, buckling it before swinging his leg over the bike.

“I do,” he said, fussing with something near the handlebars. “And it’s even clean and up to date.” He started the bike, which purred quietly to life. “But it’s not like I really want to produce my license and registration if pulled over--so we’ll just have to drive safe.”

Sara couldn’t argue with that. She perched behind him, paused, then settled her hands on his waist and tucked her chin against his shoulder. Cold turned his head just a little, the dark stubble on his jaw brushing her cheek, and she heard him sigh, smelled the mint on his breath…

And then they were off, roaring into the evening.

“The docks” could mean any of a few places, all on the Starling River, ranging from the yacht playgrounds of the upper crust to the dramatic opposite: rundown remnants of the time the river had been used for more transportation of goods to and through the city, before the days of airplanes and semis.

Sara knew the city well enough to guess fairly quickly that they were headed for a site somewhat in the middle of the two extremes, the so-called Adams docks at the base of the street of the same name. Thanks to a nearby open-air market, these docks were somewhat still used for legitimate business purposes, bringing goods into the city for sale and further transport. But not this time of night, and not, generally, with any such degree of cloak-and-dagger secrecy.

Her guess was correct, and Cold turned off the bike’s lights a few short blocks away, pulling over into an alleyway between two storefronts, both closed for the night. As he climbed off the motorcycle, Sara followed suit, removing her helmet when he did and watching him thoughtfully.

He gave her the shadow of a smile and another sigh, taking both helmets and stowing them before pulling out his parka and shrugging it back on, zipping it up before moving closer.

“I’d learned there was something to be brought into the city on the river some night this month,” he said quietly. “And wouldn’t you know, when I made the rounds earlier tonight, there was a boat running dark, headed this way.”

“The Adams docks?” Sara made a thoughtful noise as he nodded. For all his icy powers and his name, he was awfully warm, in a good way, while standing so close to her. “What is it? This thing?”

“Not positive.” Cold took a deep breath and let it out. “A weapon, at a very educated guess. Or more than one.” Sara digested that while he glanced out the mouth of the alley and then beckoned her to follow, walking quickly across the street and into another alley there. He started up a ladder at the back of it without even checking to see if she was OK, which had the perverse effect of making Sara smile as she followed. He trusted that she could do this.

And he trusted her to have his back.

Once on top of the building there, Cold moved toward the front, which overlooked the cross street and then the docks themselves. There was enough of a rim that they could kneel behind it and observe without being seen, and they did just that, peering out at the dark street and the darker water beyond.

Just as he’d said, there was a boat coming in dark—and just as he’d said, he hadn’t had much time to spare. Even as Sara watched, shapes moved about in the small receiving building off the dock, coming out and throwing ropes toward the craft, ropes that were caught by a figure onboard.

She glanced toward Cold, who was watching intently.

“I can distract them. I’m around a lot of water here, and ice is sort of my thing,” he told her, a hint of humor in his tone. “As you know. And...well, my powers are actually a good bit stronger than I’ve shown before around you.”

He motioned to the building while she considered that. “You see if you can get a good look at what's in those boxes...or maybe even make off with it.”

As soon as the boat was tied up, figures had boarded, pausing and milling about a moment before picking up boxes that had been stacked on board and starting to carry them off, into the building, before emerging to get more.

“You’d trust me to do that?” Her father...or even Laurel and Oliver...wouldn’t trust her to so much as play dispatcher. Or, she thought, to be fair, perhaps it was less trust and more that they felt the need to try to protect her.

“Yep. And if you can yell if you see something—or someone—coming that I don’t.” He turned toward her and smirked, light from the sole streetlamp reflecting off too-blue eyes, then rose and hurried toward the side of the building. Sara shook her head, then followed.

They moved quietly down the ladder there, pausing a moment behind the dumpster in yet another alley, then Cold took a deep breath, nodded to her, and darted across the street, ducking into the shadows. Sara frowned, tracking him. He should have taken off that blue parka, she thought. While it was a darker blue, the pale ruff stood out, and the rather questionable style choice, even for a super, made it completely clear who it was even before he used his powers.

But as he stood up out on the dock and lifted a hand to point it at the boat and the workers, she understood why. He wanted them to know him for who, and what, he was. Silly fashion choices and all.

Captain Cold.

Sara skidded into place outside the door just in time for a decent view. As Cold pointed, then made a fist and lifted it in the air, the water around the boat followed his gesture. Except that it wasn’t water anymore, or not liquid water anyway. Jagged spikes of ice crashed up around the craft, rocking it to the side, and the men on board shouted and hung on.

Sara could feel the chill rolling through the air, raising goosebumps on her arms even through her sleeves. The people working in the building, realizing that something was going on, went running out toward the dock, and Sara took a deep breath. Time to move.

She slipped in the front door, drawing one of her knives and kneeling next to one of the bigger boxes. The dratted thing was sealed tight, and Sara bit her lip as she sawed at it, flinching as she heard the unmistakable sound of a gunshot outside. But the shouts and the sounds of crashing ice and moving water didn’t even pause, so she had to believe Cold was managing OK.

The seals on the box gave way, and Sara hurriedly peeled it open, parting the container to get a good look at the contents.

And then she gasped.

“It can’t...” she whispered, staring. “How?”

Fortunately (or unfortunately, she wasn’t sure) a few more gunshots from outside jolted her from her shock. Sara quickly opened a few more boxes, checking their contents, pulling out her phone to snap a few pictures. The bigger boxes all contained the same thing, while the smaller ones held small silver wristbands, packed dozens to a box. Sara turned one over in her hands, then tucked a few away in her pockets before taking a look at the room as a whole.

She had to destroy these, at least the bigger boxes. There was no good purpose for their contents, none at all. She knew that as well as anyone. But how...

Sara took a deep breath, then picked one of the boxes up. It was heavy, but she was stronger than she looked after years of martial art training, and she was pretty motivated. Then she kicked open the door to the docks and moved outside.

Just in time to hear the approaching whirrrr of a helicopter.

Cold was still keeping the workers busy, the boat locked in ice and a frozen shield protecting him from gunfire. Sara moved toward him, making sure he saw her, then tilted the box just once so that he could see what was inside, jerking her head back toward the building to indicate there were more.

He froze.

At another time, it might have been funny, the start of a bad pun, but Sara had rarely felt less humorous in her life. She saw Cold register what she held, saw him recognize it, saw his mouth form a thin, determined line. And then everything happened at once.

A spotlight from the helicopter hit them and a voice magnified by a bullhorn called out “Captain Cold! You are under...”

Cold jerked his head at Sara, who took another deep breath and pelted toward him despite her armload, sliding on the ice on the pavement to behind him, ducking her head instinctively.

He bought up his hands, which had been stretched out before him, and the ice surrounding the boat contracted, holding it in a frozen grip. People tumbled everywhere, onto the sheets of ice that now coated the river and back from where those ice spires rose.

And then he “threw” the boat at the building.

The voice from the helicopter rose, but Cold had already dove for Sara, bringing his arm up with another wave of ice to shield them as shrapnel flew everywhere. Then they were running again, back the way they’d originally come, counting on the chaos to cover them.

Cold took the box from Sara as they rounded the corner, headed for the alley where he’d left his bike. She spared a moment to wish she’d just tossed the damned thing in the water—it weighed too much to take with them, it would just slow them down—but he moved over to a dumpster next to the closed Chinese restaurant across the street and pitched the box in with a grunt, then rejoined her on the headlong flight.

Sara jumped onto the bike, perching her helmet back on her head even as Cold stuffed his goggles and parka into the bag again and vaulted into place in front of her, starting the machine and peeling out of the alley with a squeal of tires. Sara dared a glance behind them, but saw no pursuit from the scene of chaos at the dock—and, oddly or not, no lit-up police or emergency vehicles. She frowned, but turned to face forward, tucking her chin against Cold’s shoulder and wrapping her arms around him a little more securely, enjoying both the hint of chill that still hung over him and the solid warmth underneath.

They tore on through the night, taking twists and turns Sara was pretty sure were meant to throw off any pursuit, just in case. But none came, and she actually found herself laughing out loud, realizing that they’d actually gotten away with that mad bit of rampant destruction. The connotations of what she’d found in that dockside building were disturbing as hell, but...

But the adrenaline was pulsing through her veins, and her supervillain was laughing, too, his shoulders shaking under her hands, and the night was clear and beautiful.

She wondered where they were going. But she’d thrown her lot in now, and she was at peace with that, for better or for worse.

Eventually, Cold pulled the bike into yet another alley, concealing it behind a stack of boxes, then gave her an inquiring look as he reached up to pull down the metal skeleton of a fire escape ladder. Sara grinned at him, and he smirked back, and then they set off for the heights again, clambering up the side of a city brownstone in the way of squirrels or superheroes.

She realized why he’d picked this one as soon as she stepped out onto the roof. It had a view of the river, from far enough away that they weren’t likely to be spotted but close enough to see a little of what was going on. Which was...not so much, really. The helicopter was gone, and there were no flashing lights, just—she peered toward the scene as Cold murmured something to himself—more dark shapes, apparently picking up the very small pieces.

That somewhat confirmed Sara’s supposition that someone high up in the city wanted this kept quiet. Which was an uncomfortable thought, and she didn’t want to inspect it right now, didn’t want to spoil the way she was feeling. So instead, she glanced at the figure next to her, the super who’d held the very substance of the Starling River in his hands and turned it into a weapon and a shield, the boy who’d trusted her to watch his back and help him figure out and deal with such a huge and potentially terrifying conspiracy, despite her lack of powers and everything else.

“We did it,” he breathed. “I mean...for now. We did it.”

Cold didn’t let out a whoop of victory or anything nearly so effusive. But he did turn to her, the first real grin she’d ever seen on his face lighting his eyes, which sparkled with triumph and mischief. Sara laughed, moving closer to him as he reached out an arm and looped it around her waist again, pulling her close as she reached up and put her hands on his shoulders.

And then they were kissing, there on that rooftop in Star City, under the stars and the full moon and the wind rustling the errant leaves around them.

Sara had kissed, and been kissed, before. But not like this.

Not with the adrenaline still making her dizzy, the strong arms around her both gentle and assured, the biting breath of cold still on his lips. Warmth blossomed within her, and she curled her hands around his neck, pulling him closer too, as close as humanly possible.

When they finally parted, slowly and reluctantly, Sara felt like it’d been seconds and it’d been hours, all at once. She took a steadying breath and licked her lips, then looked back up into those blue, blue eyes, eyes that were…conflicted, which was not really the expression she’d hoped to see in them right then.

Cold took a deep breath too, then closed his eyes. Sara studied his face, noting the premature lines in it, a few faded scars, too many for someone so young, and waited.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, then. “Sara. I...have to confess something…”

But Sara decided then that she couldn’t let him go on with anything that was causing that degree of pain in his voice. Not when she could stop it. She tightened her hands on his shoulders and gave him a little shake, startling him out of the confession, eyes focusing on hers again.

“It’s OK, Len,” she whispered, hearing his intake of breath as he registered her words. “I know it’s you.”

For a moment, neither of them moved.

Then Captain Cold...Leonard Snart...shook his head roughly. He pulled back a moment and stared at her, but Sara kept grinning at him, sure in her statement even as she let him go.

Then he sighed, and reached up and pulled back his hood/mask. Dark, short hair with the spark of silver in it, those damned cheekbones and eyelashes, and those ridiculous blue eyes. Sara’s grin grew.

Leonard noticed the direction of her gaze, then tapped a finger against the bridge of his nose, between his eyes.

“You were right,” he told her with another sigh, reaching out to take her hand carefully. “They’re contacts.” He shook his head. “When did you figure it out?”

Sara considered it, tightening her grip on his fingers to try to show him that she was OK with this.

“I was pretty sure already,” she told him after a moment. “At first, when you showed up at the window tonight, I thought maybe you were testing me, seeing if I’d blow off the date with…well, you…to go run with Captain Cold.” She held up her other hand as he started to speak. “But you wouldn’t do that. I get it. You were telling the truth: you had to move fast, and you didn’t have time to spill your secrets and make sure we could get past them.”

Leonard actually chuckled at that.

“I had good intentions, you know,” he said quietly, looking down at her hand. “I thought I’d pick you up like a so-called normal person, take you for a bite to eat--then spill the secret and see if you wanted to…to go fight crime together.” His lips quirked a little more as Sara laughed. “Well, it seemed like the sort of thing you’d like to do.”

“You have no idea,” Sara told him fervently, thinking of Laurel and Oliver and all the times she’d tried to step more into their world. And passionately thankful neither of them had showed up at the docks.

“Well, I got that right, at least.” He gave her an almost shy glance. “How did you know?”

“Well. You smell—and taste--like mint. A certain kind of mint gum, to be exact.” She laughed as he sighed, spreading his hands in a “what can you do?” gesture. “But more seriously... probably the biggest was Malcolm Merlyn.”

Leonard’s face darkened, but Sara knew it wasn’t aimed at her. She reclaimed his hand, squeezing gently, before she started to speak again.

“You—Captain Cold-You—were investigating Merlyn, and told me that you'd had run-ins with him before,” she said, thinking back over the pattern she couldn’t help but notice, “and then my dad said something about allegations, about something you—Leonard Snart-You--said two years ago, connected with Merlyn. Who was apparently concerned enough about it to get you moved to Central City.”

Leonard looked down at their hands, then heaved a huge sigh, conflict and pain drifting over his features. Sara let him think a moment, trying to convey support and a lack of judgment.

“I told them, back then,” he said quietly. “Mayor Queen, and the commiss...your dad. I told them that Merlyn was in on it with my da….with Lewis. No one believed me.”

Sara sucked in a breath. “In on it,” she whispered. “You mean the City Hall quake.”

“Yeah. I saw him meet with Lewis a few times. Merlyn...he’d pay for dirty work.” A darker shadow passed his eyes. “And my dad was all for that. I was watching, because I never trusted him.” A humorless laugh. “My dad or Merlyn.”

Len glanced away, guilt etched across his features. “I saw...I saw him give Lewis the device, the Markov device. Two days before the quake. But I didn’t know what it was, then.”

Sara closed her eyes. She’d never liked Merlyn, but this... “His own son died, at City Hall,” she breathed. “How could he?”

Leonard shrugged, but they both moved closer, a little, sharing support in the face of nearly unimaginable evil.

“Pretty sure his own kid wasn’t supposed to be there,” he said bitterly. “I think it was supposed to take out Mayor Queen. And probably other city higher-ups. You know, to kind of rally the city together around the new mayor, so he could pretty do whatever he wanted, especially in the name of law and order.”

Sara thought about what she knew of Merlyn. God help her, she could see it. “Tempest,” she said. “The name of his plan?”

“I think so. He’s got other people supporting him, too, although I don’t know who all of them are.” Len shook his head. “At least maybe my speaking up, two years back, delayed it a little, made it so he had to keep his nose clean for a bit. But I think he’s nearly there now. He’s going to do something.”

Sara bit her lip. “And there were Markov devices in those boxes, at the docks,” she added slowly. “Smaller ones than that one two years ago—I read all the articles, I saw the diagrams--but enough to cause a lot of damage...”

“Yeah. I didn’t know that’s what they were, but I knew he was expecting something.”

Sara looked up at the moon, thinking. The adrenaline of the mission and then the kiss was fading—although she definitely wanted to try the latter again—and Leonard’s revelation made the autumn breeze feel chillier than it probably really was. She wrapped her arms around herself and shivered, unable to tear her mind away from a horrible thought.

“My dad couldn’t be part of it,” she whispered. “Right? That quake...it killed my mom.”

She wanted Leonard to immediately deny her dad’s involvement, to say that there was no way, that Commissioner Quentin Lance was clean, just with some rather...misplaced...loyalties. He didn’t. He wouldn’t, she knew, unless he was sure. He respected her too much for that.

“Was he expecting her that day?” Leonard asked quietly. “At City Hall?”

“No. She’d been planning to surprise him.” Sara closed her eyes, feeling tears leaking out. “No...”

She felt the air shift around her, and then Leonard had taken her shoulders in his hands, holding her securely and comforting her in the only way he really could.

“Sara, I think he’s a super of some sort,” he said intently. “Merlyn. He’s got some sort of…whammy. Everything I said was true, back then, but no one believed me. They didn’t even really look into it.” He nodded as she looked up at him. “And Lewis—when he was arrested and Merlyn didn’t get him freed, there’s no way he would have stayed silent and headed off to death row like that. Maybe...maybe he’s used it on your dad.”

It was a small hope, but Sara would take it. She nodded, then wiped away the tears with irritation, pulling back to reach into her pocket.

“There were these, too. At the docks,” she told Leonard, holding one of the silver wristlets out to him. “We need to find out what they are.”

Leonard took it and turned it over in his hands, but to Sara’s slight disappointment, he didn’t seem to have any idea what it was. “And I’ll go back near the dock and get that device tomorrow,” he mused. “The one I threw in the dumpster. Pretty sure that no one really saw that we got one away, given all the chaos. Maybe...I don’t know.”

He sighed then, giving her a rueful look. “I’m not a scientist,” he said, looking down. “I have some basic know-how, but I don’t know what we can figure out more about these, or how to stop whatever Merlyn’s planning to do with them. That shipment is gone, but there will be more. He’s got all the money he wants to buy them.”

Sara hummed thoughtfully, looking at the wristband. They needed a tech expert, she thought. An engineer. Maybe a hacker. Someone good at digging things up...

Then she smiled.

“You might be surprised,” she said lightly, suddenly a bit more optimistic. “We have people with all sorts of odd skills.”

Leonard lifted his head to gaze at her, hope and skepticism warring in his eyes. “We?” he asked doubtfully.

Sara grinned at him. “Yes,” she said, reaching out to take his hand and feeling hope stirring within her again. “We.”

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Falling for Danger // Ethan Dolan

Summary: Meeting the twins in the most unconventional way in pursuit of an armed suspect wasn’t something you imagined. As a SWAT member you keep them self in the rush before leaving them with nightmares and haunted memories. Of course that doesn’t mean you wouldn’t see them again.

Characters: Ethan Dolan x Reader, Grayson Dolan, Hondo, Deacon, Tan, Chris and Luca.

Words: 2.2k

Disclaimer: I do not own the SWAT tv series or the characters involved. I don’t own at gifs or images that may appear.

Warnings: Swearing, blood, fighting, and guns.  Author: Caitsy

A/N: I grew to love the reimagined SWAT tv series that’s based on the original 1970s show. This one stars Shemar Moore. I thought a crossover with the Dolan Twins would be cool and there is one more part to this. Enjoy and comment, reblog and like.

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Youngest member of SWAT in history with six months under your belt and you were already part of the family despite the bad start. You were nearly late on your first day ending with a few choice words with the team leader and a speeding ticket on your motorcycle. It was hard to get where you were but you enjoyed it. You were the one that more background driving with severe talent and a gift of drifting.

You were in the debriefing room with the rest of the team watching the two screens lift from the table into eye level. Hondo, the new team leader was on the other side of the table with teammate Victor Tan and Dominique Luca. To your left was the only other female Chris and Deacon to your right.

“We’ll be going in through this side while Mumford’s team will parallel the other side.” Hondo pointed out stepping back from the screens, “Suit up.”

Once in the SWAT truck you patiently checked your uniform as Luca started driving the truck you had nicknamed Betty. Chris sat across from you strapping on her helmet while the others got ready for another dangerous mission.

“Alright listen up?” Hondo spoke. Everyone nodded before Chris roughly shoved open the back doors of Betty, “My CI says the heroin drop was last night. Supplier rented an Airbnb to cut and package it in a seedier part of town. Three maybe four guards.”

“Be ready for surprises.” Deacon called from the front seat.

You and Tan maneuvered yourselves to the left side of the wall while the others got into position, once everyone was close you pulled four black circular devices out and placed them in the corners of the door. Once all were blinking a blue colour you stepped back to take cover before pressing a button. The door exploded while everyone flooded inside.

“LAPD SWAT.” Hondo called out followed by the echoes of the rest of the team.

Making quick work you grabbed a perp holding a pipe to kick his knee and push him face first into the ground.

“Stay down!” You yelled at the perp struggling below you. You zip tied his wrists while Tan held a gun over him. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a perp racing out a door, “I got the rabbit!”

You put the safety on your rifle before securing it on your back while you ran after the perp holding tight on your Kimber pistol. The perp ran into the alley between the terrible run down house through a few blocks before you found yourself in a warehouse dominated area.

“Stop!” You called out taking cover behind a car when he stopped to shoot you. Peeking out you aimed your gun on him unable to get a shot before taking race once more. He ran inside an open warehouse before stopping.

“LAPD stop!” You shouted once more as he pointed his gun at you. Screams from up above rang out, “Put the gun down now!”

Ignoring you he hid behind a wall while you quickly traded the pistol for your rifle once more as you plastered yourself against a wall. You peeked around the wall to see a jittery pair of young men, you gestured them away while you moved along the wall but when you turned around the wall where he was but he was gone.

You started to stand straight when you were shoved to the ground with a lot of force by the long haired perp. You grunted rolling over top of him your rifle shoved out of your hands while the gun was pointed at you. You gripped the wrist of the arm holding the gun twisting until he dropped it and grabbing your rifle.

“Stay down.” You firmly spoke.

 “Bitch.” He spat grabbing under him to pull another gun.

Two bangs echoed in the warehouse as he fell limp on the ground with blood spreading on his shirt and below him.

“Suspect down.” You spoke into your comm before giving the address of the location.

“He’s dead.” A whisper spoke gaining your attention. Your rifle was swiftly levelled on the two males staring at you with wide eyes, “Don’t shoot!”

In a few minutes Hondo on the others were inside the warehouse gathering around you while the two strangers sat pale in chairs. People milled around the body both officers in blue and a detective with FBI involved.

“I’ll talk.” You nodded heading over to the boys sans your helmet and kneeling, “Hey guys. I’m Y/N, call me Del.”

“Del?” The one boy asked confused.

“Short for Citadel. A while back I talked to a young boy with a learning disability and highly intelligent. He told me I was like a Citadel trained to protect during the attack on him. It stuck.”

“Oh.” The other one gulped.

 “I’m sorry you had to see that.” You softly spoke, “What are your names?”

“Ethan Dolan and this is my brother Grayson.” One spoke and you took the time to take in their features. Both had hazel eyes and dark hair with tanned skin. Each had beauty marks on their faces in different areas.

“Twins?” You asked.

“Yeah.” Ethan smirked at Grayson, “We learnt we’re identical.”

“Aren’t you a little young to be SWAT?” Grayson asked you ignoring his brother.

“Maybe.” You chuckled standing up when a male detective made his way over, “Detective Ryan will take your statement.”

You wandered back to the team speaking with each other before drawing you into the conversation. You were all successful in collecting drugs equivalent to a few thousand dollars and helping a hostage discovered when you took chase.  “Nice job team.” Hondo spoke making sure to meet all of your eyes, “We’ll head back to HQ for paperwork and we’ll go on our way.”

On your way out to Betty you turned to see Ethan staring at you in interest while the colour slowly returned to his face. With a tap on your shoulder from Chris you climbed into the back of Betty settling in with the rest of the team. The adrenaline slowly wearing off like it normally did.

The cafe was fairly busy on your day off while you were reading the novel you were slowly making your way through. An aesthetically large white coffee cup sat on a matching small plate with an empty bowl of your breakfast. Many mornings you were unable to sleep in so you would make your way to the local cafe to start the day.

“Y/N right?”

Your head moved to look up at a male standing in front of you with the sun blocking your vision as to who it exactly was. When he stepped closer you pegged him as one of the Dolan twins from a few weeks back. You dog eared the page you were on before sliding into the backpack at your feet.

“Your one of the twins right?” You asked confused.

 “Ethan.” He smiled, “Can I sit?” 

You inconspicuously scanned the cafe seeing many open tables before nodding him to the other side of the table for two. You scanned his features looking for any hints of residual trauma but found only the faintest shadow under his eyes.

“How are you doing?” You asked sitting straight, “Any nightmares?” 

“Uh. No, not anymore.” He spoke blinking slowly, “I mean Gray and I did go to the recommended therapist you guys suggested. It worked a lot.”

“That’s good.”

“Do you work today?” He asked, “I don’t know how being a SWAT member entails.”

“It’s my day off.” You smiled at him, “What do you do Ethan?”

  “Grayson and I run a YouTube channel. We’ve been doing it for years now.” Ethan beamed, “We started on Vine when we were fourteen and it’s been nonstop since.”

“How old are you guys? Nineteen?” You asked taking a sip from your cup.

“Twenty.” He smiled, “What about you?”

“Recently twenty-two.” You chuckled pushing a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“This is a little forward but can I have your number?” Ethan questioned. You tilted your head thinking of the pros and cons on the question.

“I’m a cop.” You slowly answered, “I live a life that people find hard to be in.”

“There’s something about you I can’t get out of my mind.”

 “I killed someone in front of you. Unless you had amnesia than I don’t find it odd that you remember me.”

A shiver ran down Ethan’s back visibly shaking the memories off with a wince included. You watched carefully as the skin pinched between his eyes and a black cloud fall on him for a mere few seconds. You saw the naive version of yourself on the first day of your job not prepared for the lives you would have to take.

“Yeah.” He nodded gazing past you at the art filled wall.

“It’s okay you know.” You spoke, “To be afraid of memories.”

“You don’t seem scared.”

“I’m SWAT.” You crookedly smiled frowning when your phone beeped with the signature sound you associated with the job, “Shit.”

“What?” Ethan asked as you hurried to get up and collect your things.  “Duty calls.”

“I thought you were off?”

“I’m never truly off.” You chuckled handing him a card, “That’s my card if you ever want to talk or get a tour.”

He stared at the card while you grabbed a motorbike helmet off the the ground jogging to the entry of the cafe. You strolled to the Honda 600 Hornet you were proud to call your own before sliding your backpack on followed with the helmet before starting the bike.

Ethan stood outside of the cafe watching you wave and take off into the traffic away from him and closer to danger. You whizzed past the cars before stopping at the little parking area designated to motorbikes. Once inside you bumped into a male you didn’t recognize.

“Sorry.” You mumbled jogging into the debriefing room where Hondo, Tan, and Luca were standing.

“Sorry to pull you all off from your day off.” Captain Cortez announced holding tablet in her hand watching as the other members joined the rest of you.

“Okay, what wrong?” Deacon asked crossing his arms.

“We have a festival going on near the area that we had the riot a while back. We’ve been asked to send in a team to patrol the grounds. Mumford’s team is on call for another assignment.” Captain Cortez explained with a sympathetic smile.

“Alright. You heard the lady. Suit up.” Hondo spoke already circling the table for the doorway not before sharing a fleeting look with Captain Cortez. Your eyes settled on them for a millisecond before you continued to the locker room.

It felt a little odd wearing the police dress uniform with the short black sleeve button down over the white t-shirt. Your badge secured on your left breast bone along with the radio strapped to the front of the shirt and your name tag on the opposite side. Your duty belt holding the handcuffs, hand ties, your gun along with the other pieces.

It looked like the cheap version of a music festival with litter on the ground and people milling around the area. Tan and you walked the perimeter with practiced ease maneuvering around people and keeping an eye on others.

“Did you know that Buck had a kid he was a mentor to?” Tan asked crossing his arms as you both came to a stop, “It came down to you and some guy named Street.”

“Street?” You scoffed, “What the hell kind of parent names their kid Street?”

 “Last name.” Tan informed you, “He’s joining Mumford’s team.”

You chuckled watching the crowd in a more simplistic way as if you were an artist searching for inspiration compared to a cop. This was something you had been passionate about since you were a little kid playing cops and robbers in the dark. When you finally made SWAT it was a major thing in your family, your father had tried out for SWAT and hadn’t made it. Your grandfather followed your grandmother’s wishes to not add more fuel to fear of losing him.

“Y/N?” Ethan’s shocked voice questioned from behind you. Behind him stood his twin brother crouching on the ground to tie his shoe.

You were about to answer when screams broke out around you following a gunshot that echoed around. Within seconds you tackled Ethan to the ground before the second one reverberated the area.

“Shooter on top of the building across the way.” Hondo called through the comms.

“Get down!” Tan shouted as people furiously ran in a similar direction frantically pushing each other.

“We really have to stop meeting like this.” Ethan groaned as you pushed off of him and back onto your feet.

“Talk later.” You called over your shoulder at Ethan before pulling your gun. You spoke into the comms, “In pursuit!”

Swiftly moving tree to tree until you were on top of the building with your team members scouring the rooftop. Instead of guns you found speakers pointed in the festival directions, camera pieces and two severely freaked out college kids.

“False alarm.” Hondo spoke pushing his gun back into his holster, “What were you guys thinking? Using realistic sound effects to freak people out?”  “We thought it would be cool to add this into our film.” The lanky male admitted as Chris and Luca patted them down for weapons, “We didn’t mean any harm?”

“What about the psychological trauma the festival goers are having?” Hondo spoke crossing his arms, “Deacon and I will wait for LAPD officers. Everyone go home, our shift is over.”

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A/n- sorry it took so long I got sick and then I was also doing research on Krav Maga fighting style. Hope you like it.

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Chapter 3 training

After I got out of the shower and brushed my teeth I walk back to the kitchen to find it spotless.

“Wow he is a fast cleaner.” I said nodding my head in amazement.

“Thanks. Alfred would kill me if I didn’t keep my place clean or eat healthy. He sometimes is like an overbearing mother.” Dick said while walking up to me.

“So about this training that we are going to be doing, it’s not going to be in your apartment is it?” I asked while looking for around his apartment better. I noticed he doesn’t have any family photos in the living room and he doesn’t have a lot of furniture either.

“I have a small base here in Bludhaven. That is where we will be going to train. I’m going to start you on hand to hand combat Krav Maga.” He said checking the gym bag he was holding.

“What’s Krav Maga? And I don’t have a change of cloths for training. Is there any way we can get me some dick?”I asked looking at him while he was lost in thought. Hopefully calling his name got him if of it.

“K-Krav Maga is hand to hand combat that helps you take down attackers with killing them and with little harm as possible. And we are going to stop by a workout store Clark gave me a gift Card and some money for you. He feels bad not being able to help you.” He said looking into my soul with the his blue eyes. I’m going to die from those eyes I know I am. I have always had a soft spot for blue eyes.

“But he shouldn’t have! I don’t want him to do that! Is there anyway we can give it back to him?” I’m starting to freak out I don’t like nice people like Boy Scout helping me because then I feel bad. Sometimes he’s to nice. I here a chuckle and look over to find Dick smiling and laughing at me. Slightly annoyed I put my hands on my hips. “What is it, Dick?”

“Nothing, just think it’s cute that you get flustered when someone tries to help you.” He laughed some more and hearing his laugh could be a drug it had a lighthearted sound to it but also deep like it comes from deep inside of him. “Also (y/n) Clark said he doesn’t want any of it back. He gave me enough to get you cloths to get you by and some food options if you want to spend it on more than cloths.” Dick said grabbing his duffel bag and his keys.

“Okay but I want to pay him back so let me know how much it is. I wanna do something for him he has a wife and kid. He shouldn’t be worrying about me.” I was watching Dick getting ready and I noticed how comfortable he is around people. He seems happiest when he has someone here but still his beautiful blue eyes are sad. I wonder what caused that pain.

“It’s fine he won’t take anything for helping for you. He likes helping people. So let’s get going! I’m ready to workout and I haven’t taught anyone for awhile not since I taught Dam- the new robin.” He was babbling and then looked at me right after he almost slipped up.

“Why are you worried about identities when I know yours and Boy Scouts?” I asked as we were walking out and he was locking the door.

“Well it’s not my place to tell others identities is it?” He asked me with a smirk because he knew I would agree with him.

“Okay, you’re right. But if you know their identities so much that you almost slip up means you spend a lot of time with them. So that would mean it’s a family business isn’t it?” I looked at him. I had a hunch since he told me that he was nightwing and that he didn’t want help from his father. Which would mean Batman is his father and that makes Batman...”Omg Batman is Bruce Wayne? Wow why hasn’t anyone figured that out?” He looked at me shocked and I could tell he wasn’t able to cover this up.

“How smart are you? You could give Tim a run for his money on intelligence.” He chuckled and looked back at me. “How about I tell you about my family but then stop guessing the rest of the Justice League. If Bruce ever found out how smart you are I don’t know if he would be impressed or completely worried about you.” His laugh is something I could live off of. Man I need to stop thinking like that. He is hurt and he is about to be my teacher. Get yourself together (y/n).

“Deal. But it won’t stop me from finding it out in my own time if I get anymore hints. I have always liked puzzles.” I looked at him a smiled and for once the smile he returned was happy through and through. No sad under tones to it.

“Okay then! Let’s get going.” He said as he walked up to a motorcycle.

“Wow! Nice bike! But I haven’t ever ridden on one.” I feel like I’ll fall off if I ever get on it.

“Well guess today is gonna be your first! I like the sound of that!” He looked at me and winked. “I’m just joking. It’s not hard to ride if your a passenger. Here put on the helmet and just hold on to me.” He smiled and handed me a helmet.

After riding around town shopping for workout clothes for today and ones that I liked. I settled for mostly black with royal blue lines for design. I is sorta the theme I want for my uniform for nighttime activities.

“Okay we are here.” Dick said as he pulled up to an abandoned warehouse.

“Um don’t tell me we are working out in this place? I mean I don’t mind as long as there are no rats.” I looked at him and he was just laughing and pushed a button on his bike. The ground in front of the warehouse started to sink down enough for us to drive down.

“Nope! I work underground!” He yelled over the motor of the bike’s engine. He drove down and pulled up to a bike holder. He gets off and takes off his helmet. I can tell he is watching me.

“Um do you mind helping me get off your bike. Like I said earlier I have never rode on them. So that means I have never gotten off of one.”

“Well then” He laughed and put his hand out for me to grab.

“So what are we going to start on Mr. Dick?” I asked with a smile as we walked around and he gave me a small tour of the place. It wasn’t to big nor looked overly packed with gadgets.

“First we are going to stretch and then we will start on the basics of Krav Maga for you. Also do you have any experience with weapons?”

“Okay stretch and start basics but no not really. But I find your weapons fascinating. I would love to have something similar to yours.”

“Okay. I can ask about making some for you if you learn to use them correctly.” As he was talking I started to stretch. I looked up when I was finished and he was watching me.

“Is something wrong?”

“No your almost as flexible as me...that might be helpful. I mean you aren’t as strong. But I could make a similar one for you. I am going to show you some basic moves for Krav Maga to start on and I will work on your training program then we will duel.” Wow he looks so concentrated. Makes him look ten times better...no stop he’s your teacher.

“Okay but I won’t be as go as you.”

“I know you won’t be but you can’t get better unless you practice with someone better and pick up hints and movements.” He started writing things down on a paper.

“Okay what should I do first?”

“Stand in front of the wooden dummy and start left to right only blocking. Try going as fast as you can with out hitting anything but your arms where you want them to hit. Control and patience is key in starting this practice then we will work together in ten minutes.” Then wooden dummy he was talking about had about 6 arms 3 on each side. It looked like it could swivel. I cant understand how a wooden dummy with arms could help me learn but I’ll trust Dick.

“Okay then after ten we duel?” I asked with a smirk. I really need to control my flirting.

“I’ll let you know when I finish your workout schedule.” He said smirking back. Hmm, maybe he is opening up to me?

“Okay, I’ll start and why left to right? I’m right handed, why not right side first?”

“Because you are right handed. You need to start with you less dominant hand. I need you to be equally dominant with your hands.” Did he just say “I”.

“Yes sir!” I smiled and started my workout. I watched him from the corner of my eyes. He was so concentrated on the schedule I don’t think he could tell I was watching. Plus making small mistakes.

“Maybe if you paid more attention to the dummy and what your doing you might actually do better.” He started while smiling but never looking up from his work. How does he do that?

It felt like 30 minutes had past of me doing the same defensive moves over and over again. When he finally stood up and walked toward me.

“Take a couple of minutes to go to the bathroom and get some water. I don’t want you to pass out on me again. I don’t think I can handle having a girl passing out over me two times in a row.” Dick started to laugh.

“Well someone has an ego on him.” I started to walk to him. “Um Dick were is the bathroom and some water?” I asked standing right in front of him.

“No just trying to make you laugh. Can’t blame a guy for trying. And the bathroom is down the hall to the right. The water I have on my desk when you get back from the bathroom. So be quick because when your done with your break we are going to stretch together and then I’m going to show you how to throw me over your body. It will help wind your opponent so you can get the upper hand.” After my bathroom break and downing two bottles of water I walk in front of Dick.

“Okay ready! What we starting with?”

“Well first we are going to stretch again to make sure you don’t pull a muscle or me. Then I’m going to go step by step with you.”

“Okay how we stretching?”

“Well sit down stretch your legs into a splits almost and I’ll sit in front of you with my feet touching yours and I’ll pull you forward. And visa versa.”

“Okay. Warning you though I’m quite flexible.” We started stretching and all I could think of was how nice he smelled. He smells musky and warm.

“Okay stand up and I’m gonna try to punch but instead of dodging it and attacking I want you to grab my arm and try to throw me over your shoulder. Got it?” He was standing right in front of me and the only thing going through my mind was his smell and his eyes.

“Okay you punch a twist my body like this?” I asked as I twisted to where my back was up against his chest. Man I’m glad he doesn’t have a superpower because he could probably hear my heartbeat. Not only is he handsome and funny but I have never been this close to another human being in my life.

“Yes now that my arm is over your shoulder I want you to spread your legs a little and squat some. Then push your hips into mine and try to throw me over you.” I spread my legs, squatted and then he said to push my hips into his and throw him over my shoulder. After thinking it through I did everything really fast and next thing I know he is looking up at me from the ground.

“Well looks like I don’t have to try.” I smiled so proudly. Until I’m looking at the ceiling and Dick laughing.

“Never let your guard down. Surprise attacks always happen.” He was saying while sticking his hand out for me to grab.

“I think you’re embarrassed that I threw you over my shoulder the first time.” I said shoving him some.

“Maybe but let’s duel now and see if you can get in the new move I thought you.”

“Okay be prepared I’m not as weak as I look.” Both of us got into fighting stances. He reached for his weapons and threw them to the side.

“I’m making it fair since you don’t have weapons. And I don’t have the urge to grab them.” He smirked and started to run at me. He tried punching me from his right side. I dodged it and ran towards higher ground. Dodging all the attacks he kept dealing me. I swung my left leg at him. He blocked it with one arm and grabbed my leg with his other. He swung me around and flung me across the room. Landing my feet close to one of his escema sticks I pick it up and start sprinting towards him. “Hmm that’s a little um fair.” He smiled and jump right when I swung at him. He picked up the other escema stick. We started clanking them pushing and pulling. Attacking and defending. We seemed almost balanced until he got a step in faster and pulled my arm over his shoulder and threw me down. He held on of the sticks to my throat. “Well looks like I win. Maybe next time we duel you might win. But I highly doubt that.” He smiled and helped me up. “I have two showers in the back and towels. Let’s clean up and go finish shopping for you. Plus I’m hungry. We can start out second training later today. It’s 12:45 let’s meet up here at 1:30. That should give us both a chance to clean and be rested enough to look nice in public.” He smiled and started walking towards the showers.

Third person view.

As (y/n) and Dick started to walk towards the showers, Batman and Superman are watching them.

“You know Bruce I was worried about him too. But she seems to be taking him out of his depression he has been denying.” Superman said as he walked up to Batman and leaned over the railing to watch the kids some more.

“Yes. But does he need to move on so fast? I was sure Kori and Dixk were going to get married and have kids together. I know he has had serious relationships before. But Koris and his were different. Even Barbara said so.” Batman was worried about his eldest son. Knowing that Dick had lost his second love the night he was going to propose to her was hard on him. Batman never did like to see his children hurt. Even when they did it to each other.

“True. But Kori has moved on and is in a relationship with Roy. I think Dick needs to do the same and move on. Plus, it has been a little over 6 months. I think finding someone after that long is good for him. Also we don’t know if those two are going to date or just be friends Bruce. I mean I thought you and Diana would end up together but both of you still deny your feelings for each to this day.” Superman was hoping to show Bruse that Dick needed this as much as Bruce needed to admit he was in love with Diana.

“Diana and I work together it would not be logical to date those we work with. Look at hawk girl and green lantern and vixen. It’s hard for those three to go on missions together because of their person lives. And your right 6 months is enough for him to get over Kori if he dated in those 6 months but he hasn’t. And she seems nice. I don’t want her to get hurt in this. We still don’t know if Kori will ever regain her memories back or not. I don’t want this girl to get hurt because Dick might just run back to Kori.” Batman was looking down, being negative as usual. Superman knows it’s hard for Bruce to see the positive in life but that’s why they were friends. Superman was there to show Bruce the light and happiness that came from it.

“How about this Bruce invite her over for dinner for family night if she is still her by the end of the week. And if Dick is acting like his old self then you have to except her. She might be what he needs to get over Kori. Kori was one of his loves but she won’t go back to Dick even if she regained her memories. She is fully in love with Roy and I don’t think that will change if she regains those lost memories. Also, from what Superboy and Connor have told me, she has give up on trying to regain them. She says she’s happy where she is at.” Knowing that the news would leave a damper on Bruce’s mind Clark decided to leave him with good news. “And this girl is lost. She has no family that she remembers. She watched her mother get raped and murdered in front of her, but all she is worried about is finding out if she still has family out there. You and Dick know that feeling. It would be good for him to help someone that has gone through something like that.”

“You’re right. I will keep an eye on them.” Batman said as he grappled away. Knowing he was out of hearing range of Superman Batman stared, “thought Dick does seem happy again. It’s nice to know he can still smile.”

As Bruce made his way into Wayne manor coming from his cave he ones into three of his children. “Jason, Tim and Damian meet me in the kitchen. I have some news for you all and Alfred.” Walking towards the kitchen, knowing his kids would follow, Bruce talks to Alfred. “Alfred I have some news let’s go to the kitchen.” After everyone arrived at the kitchen Bruce was about to assign patrols and give the news when Jason spoke up.

“So what is this about Bruce? I was in the middle of shopping both of the little birdies asses in Call of duty.” Jason said and then received punches from both of the boys.

“Children. We will be switching up patrols. This would be for Jason too if he ever listened to rules but he doesn’t. So Tim, you and Damian will be on patrols together for most of the week. I have recon I must do and can not patrol. Also Alfred make sure to set and extra plate at family dinner this coming week.” Bruce knowing that the boys would ask and assume it was one of the many girls Bruce pretends to date.

“Got another girl to show off to huh brucie?” Jason said smirking hoping to irritated his father. But only irritating the youngest in the room.

“Father only pretends to date them because he needs to keep up his apperance for the city. You wouldn’t understand since everyone thinks your dead anyways.”

“Well, who is the dinner plate for Bruce?” Finally Tim spoke. Always respectful towards Bruce when in the presence of the others.

“Dick is bringing the person he is training here for dinner. If the trainee and last through the week.”

“Well from the sound of it Brucie you think this trainee can. So is it a girl or boy?” Jason was now more curious than before. He has gotten tired of seeing Kori and Roy all lovey dovey at his apartment and needs new friends.

“That is useless information right now. Because if said trainee doesn’t make it, who cares?” Damian being blunt and uninterested as usual.

“From the sounds of it Bruce it’s a girl, isn’t it?” Tim being the detective out of all of them knew right away the trainee was a girl.

“Well master Bruce should I set out the best sliverware and China for the girl?” Alfred knowing all to well that this coming dinner was going to be interesting. Especially if it is a girl and theee of the sons were single. One is getting over heartbreak but is spending most of his time with the girl, Dick sure does have the advantage. Jason who is tired of watching his friends being all over each other is feeling lonely and wanting someone to date, also has a high chance. And Damian, who Alfred hopes one day will fall in love and not be like his father and lonely to rest of his life. Alfred loved watching the boys fight over girls and toys, when they were younger of course.

“Yes Alfred. We must all be on our best behaviors. She has had a rough life and is looking for herself. I don’t know what her favorite food is but I will ask Dick to find out. When I do Alfred that is what’s going to be for dinner. Anymore questions about the girl I don’t know and we will have to wait and see.” Bruce smiled and walked out.

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After I answered a question yesterday about the possibility of Medic (or any other TF2 character) being a psychopath, I got to thinking about what might actually be the deal with these guys. Obviously, they’re abnormal, but I don’t like writing off weird characters as just being crazy and/or stupid.

I dug into what I understand about the characters—the core mercs as well as the Administrator and Miss Pauling—and came up with this run-down of how I think they might be diagnosed if evaluated by a modern psychiatrist.

A disclaimer! First off, please take all my conjecture with a big ol’ grain of salt. I’m not claiming to be an authority on either psychiatry or neurology, and this is just my personal interpretation of the characters. It’s fine if you don’t agree! Also, I want to be clear that I mean no disrespect to anyone who might have any of the conditions I mention. I hope my tone comes off as respectful and not exploitative.

One last thing. I feel like this should go without saying, but just in case: DON’T USE THIS LIST AS A WAY TO DIAGNOSE YOURSELF. If I mention something that strikes a chord with you, by all means research it, but talk to a professional if you seriously suspect you might have a mental issue. I am NOT a professional!

Now that all that hemming and hawing is out of the way...

Scout

Not to rely on stereotypes, but I think ADHD is likely. His impulsivity, hyperactivity, and need for stimulation are strong indicators. He also has a tendency to self-medicate with massive amounts of caffeine and sugar from all the soda he drinks. Oh, and it’s been pretty heavily suggested that Scout is dyslexic, which I believe to be the case.

Soldier

It’s pretty much directly stated in the comics that he has brain damage, resulting in delusions and cognitive impairment that border on dementia. (Think Gary Busey post-motorcycle accident.) The comics suggest he was brain damaged by lead poisoning in the water, but I’m certain he had preexisting problems from old head trauma. That helmet has an important function!

On top of that, I think Soldier’s a good candidate for Tourette Syndrome, but I don’t mean the coprolalia version you see in TV and movies, where someone involuntarily shouts obscenities. He commonly has sudden verbal outbursts (”MAGGOTS!”) and physical tics (saluting, marching, etc.) that manifest in his drill sergeant persona.

Pyro

Oh, boy. Okay. Pyro is a hell of a puzzle, and I could go on for pages, but I’ll boil it down to what I think is most likely. Of course, they exhibit pyromania, but possibly also synesthesia?

One possibility is an “eccentric” mood disorder that manifests as a loss of contact with reality, among other symptoms. That would be either Schizotypal Personality Disorder or full-blown Schizophrenia. The distorted Pyroland version of the world fits this really well, and it’s possible that it might be a chronic thing, with Pyro constantly filtering the world through their delusions.

The other likely possibility is some sort of Temporal Lobe Epilepsy, where seizures in a focal part of the brain yank Pyro out of reality without sending them into the physical convulsions you associate with general epilepsy. This would suggest that Pyro does touch base with reality but gets “transported to Pyroland,” instead of living there all the time.

Demoman

This one is easy. Demo’s a severe alcoholic, to the degree that stopping drinking cold turkey would probably kill him. In the comics, his body even rejects normal food and drink because it’s learned to get energy just from booze, and his body, in times of withdrawal, can make its own alcohol supply, which an actual real thing. It’s called Auto-Brewery Syndrome, where microbes in the gut can convert carbs into ethanol. Demo must just have the most advanced case of it in human history!

Heavy

He seems completely neurotypical to me, aside from the hints of both psychopathy and PTSD that come with being a mercenary. I do think he used to have problems from sleep apnea, but some surgery cleared that up. Now he just snores like a chainsaw. (Yes, I know sleep apnea isn’t a mental condition.)

Engineer

I suspect, but I’m not certain, that he may be in the very high-functioning part of the Autism Spectrum, with savant-like qualities. Maybe he got his 11 PhDs and abilities as a human calculator just from being driven and extremely intelligent, but I wouldn’t be at all surprised if he were wired differently. If it is the case, he’s learned to compensate incredibly well in his interpersonal behavior. That Texan charm is a pretty effective tool for putting people at ease, I bet.

Medic

Like I said before, I don’t like simply labeling characters as “crazy.” Yeah, he’s got the mad scientist thing going on, but I think that stems from Bipolar Disorder. Specifically, I believe Medic has type I, which is what people usually think of when they imagine bipolar behavior: extended periods of elevated mood (or hypomania) punctuated with full manic episodes, which can take on psychotic features. There may or may not be periods of depression. He doesn’t seem to swing that way, but it’s possible.

He’s DEFINITELY a self-medicator. I mean, duh. Huffing Medi-Gun fumes and a bit of drinking probably help to calm him down when he gets too high-strung. I doubt he takes pills for it, e.g. lithium or anti-convulsants, because of the high likelihood of side-effects. I could see him doing some DIY ECT, though. Getting too unstable? A few brain zaps, and he’s right as rain!

Bonus fact! Did you know that a German term to call someone insane is to say that they “have a bird”? It might come from folklore about insane people literally having bird familiars living in their heads, or it might be something like calling someone a “crazy cat lady,” where people who keep birds will talk to them too much and seem a bit off. Just thought that was interesting!

Sniper

I personally believe he probably has some Agoraphobia. Not to a debilitating degree, but he hates being stuck in what feel like insecure places. It’s actually a symptom of Avoidant Personality Disorder, which I think is pretty likely for him. It’s thought to result from feeling abandoned and alienated by other people at a young age. (*cough*orphanedbybirthparentsandraisedinAustralia*cough*) In addition to agoraphobia, signs include self-imposed social isolation, emotional distance, mistrust, and an inferiority complex. If he does have APD, he’s integrated it neatly into his occupation, where distance is a good thing.

Spy

Similar to Heavy, he seems pretty neurotypical to me. It’s possible that he had some similar issues to Scout when he was younger, but if so, he’s learned to compensate. He does exhibit the most psychopathic traits of all the mercs, but like I said before, I don’t believe any of them are actually true psychopaths.

Administrator

Classic megalomaniac! She’s got textbook Narcissistic Personality Disorder. Everything about the way she presents herself screams narcissism: grandiosity, a thirst for power, arrogance, a sense of entitlement, lack of empathy, and extremely manipulative behavior. Maybe she has good reasons for her narcissism, like being an 150-year-old supervillain, but I digress.

Miss Pauling

Poor thing. I’ve mentioned it before, but my pet theory is that the Administrator broke down her original personality and built it back up to make her a useful pawn, capable of appearing very unassuming and responsible while performing cold-blooded acts of violence guilt-free. She’s a perfect tool, with limited freewill and no room in her mind for cognitive dissonance to slip in. To her, I imagine it feels like living with with Depersonalization Disorder, where either the world around her or her own actions take on an unreal quality as a way of shielding her mind from the nasty parts of her job, but on the outside, the effect is seamless.

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