#for the record? she'd never really hurt him out of anger.
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Clown Around and Find Out
Pairing: Eddie Munson x You
Summary: Eddie decides to play a prank on Evil Woman, and quickly finds out just how dangerous that is.
Contains: A quiet night alone, a bad idea, an Evil Woman secret, excessive cursing, panic, rage, attempted murder, happy ending.
Words: 1.8k
Note: This takes place in the fall of 1990.
"She's gonna murder you."
"No, she's not," Eddie grins, admiring his outfit in the mirror.
"Don't you think it's kinda mean?" Jeff asks.
"That's what makes it funny!" Grant insists.
"She is literally going to murder you," Gareth reiterates.
"She is not! It's just a jump-scare, she's gonna know it's me in like a second!"
"You're gonna give the poor girl a heart attack!" Jeff tries again.
"You guys are no fucking fun anymore," Eddie grumbles, picking up the mask he'd found in a clearance bin after Halloween and modified for this very occasion. "I'm outta here."
"It's your funeral, man," Gareth shrugs.
After a few years of living with Eddie, you learned to appreciate your alone time. You loved him with everything you had, but even (mostly) domesticated, your beloved trash panda was still a lot to handle. So somewhere along the way, a night of band practice for Eddie started to mean a quiet night alone with a book or a "chick movie" for you. You'd never admit it to him, but you enjoyed these peaceful nights.
However, about a week ago, you and Eddie sat down with a bowl of popcorn to watch the new Stephen King miniseries.
IT.
You'd both read the book when it first came out and thought it was awesome.
Seeing it in your living room, on the other hand, was not so awesome.
You hated that fucking clown.
The mile-high forehead. The nose that looked like a blood blister about to pop. The fucking fangs. The whole luring-children-into-the-sewer-and-eating-them thing. Nope, nope, nope.
Eddie had watched the whole thing with fascination. You'd focused your eyes on the dusty little houseplant that lived below the TV whenever that thing was on screen.
And still, it invaded your nightmares.
So tonight, your quiet night alone was something of a nightmare as well. It was so quiet, every little creak echoed through the house.
You put on a movie - an old favorite that calmed your nerves for its duration - but as soon as the soothing whir of the tape rewinding ended with a clunk, the house resumed its creaking. You decided to do some laundry, hoping the washing machine would drown out the little noises that kept making you jump.
You gathered the basket of dirty clothes, hauled it to the laundry room, and began sorting. Still too quiet. You started singing the first song that came to mind to combat the silence as you loaded the washer and poured in the detergent.
When you turned to reach for the cap, you gasped.
There was a fucking clown standing in the doorway. Big forehead. Round nose. Frizzy hair. Ruffled shirt with ridiculously large pom-poms down the front. White gloves.
It's not real. Remember when a cardinal flew past you the other day, and you freaked out because all you saw was a flash of red, and you thought of that fucking clown? It's not real.
And then it fucking moved.
You shrieked and jumped backward, colliding with the wall of your tiny laundry room. There's no fucking way out of here. There are no weapons. If you survive this, you're going everywhere with a machete strapped to you for the rest of your life.
It crosses its arms.
Just like you've seen someone else do on occasion.
"Edward Munson, if you don't have that fucking mask off in 3 seconds, you are in for a WORLD of fucking hurt."
The clown throws up both hands in an exaggerated shrug.
It's just Eddie, right? Fucking with his poor little chicken? He'd laughed after you told him about the first clown nightmare, giving you an "awww" and a patronizing kiss on the forehead. It's just Eddie thinking he's funny. Which he's not. He's really not.
"Eddie, I'm fucking warning you."
But what if it's not him?
It takes a leap toward you.
You grab the handle of the laundry detergent - the big value-sized kind in a jug - and hurl it at the clown with everything you've got.
As if it were traveling in slow motion, you see the blue liquid begin to spill from the spout, somehow spreading in every direction; if you lived through this, you'd probably spend the next week scrubbing laundry detergent from every square inch of this room.
The clown ducks and misses the heavy jug, which hits the wall in the hallway and falls to the floor, but still gets doused in blue. It looks down at the liquid seeping into its stupid ruffly shirt, and you reach for the jug of bleach on the floor.
"You think this is funny, motherfucker?"
The clown holds out one of its gloved hands and takes a step closer, and it fills you with rage. If this is Eddie, you're gonna kill him and bury him in the back yard. If it's NOT Eddie, you're gonna kill it and call the cops. You fling the bleach at it, and this time, it's not quick enough. The clown tries to duck out of the way again, but the bottle makes contact with its side before falling to the ground.
The clown bends over with a grunt, clutching the spot where you hit it. Its massive forehead slowly rises to look at you. All you can see are dark holes where eyes should be. You grab the bottle of fabric softener and send it flying toward the clown's face. Direct hit, and a muffled cry from the clown.
You reach for the iron and grip the handle hard. If you die tonight, at least you're gonna take that ugly-ass motherfucker down with you.
The clown grumbles something from behind the mask, but you can't understand it. It stumbles backward. You raise the iron, wishing it were hot so you could melt this motherfucker's face off.
The white glove starts fumbling with the frizzy red wig, then pulls it off. A familiar mop of brown hair comes into view.
You're relieved for half a second, and then you're back to irate.
"You fucking ASSHOLE! What is WRONG with you?!"
"I thought it would be funny," he winces, standing and rubbing the spot on his side where you'd hit him with the bleach. "When did you get so violent?"
When did you get so violent?? You can feel the rage bubbling over again, and Eddie can see that he's still in danger. You slam the iron down on top of the washer, and he jumps at the sound.
"Okay, woah, I'm sorry," he says, backing toward the door. "I didn't think you'd freak out this bad."
You slowly advance on him, filling with fury.
"Stop. Stop." He holds his still-gloved hands up in surrender. You clench your fists and prepare to strike.
He makes his move a split second before you do.
You pounce, and he escapes. The door slams in your face.
"YOU'RE A DEAD MAN, MUNSON!"
"I said I was sorry!"
You try the doorknob, but it won't turn. This door locks from the inside. He's holding onto it.
"You really think locking me in here is a good idea?" you seethe.
"You're not locked in."
You smack your hand on the door where you suspect his face is on the other side.
"Hey!" Damn, you're good.
"Let me out."
"Not until you calm down."
"Is it ever a good idea to tell a girl to calm down, Edward?"
A thump comes from the door, as if he's just banged his head against the other side.
"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't know it would freak you out that bad. You said you had a dream about the clown, and I thought it was cute, then I saw the mask and decided to fix it up and mess with you."
You feel the adrenaline draining from your body at the sound of his stupid voice. You both love and hate this power he has over you.
You sigh and lean your head against the door. "I've been dreaming about it every night," you admit, removing your hand from the knob.
"Every night?"
"Every night."
"Fuck."
You step away from the door and shimmy yourself up onto the dryer, sitting on top with your legs crossed.
"If I open the door, are you gonna murder me?"
"Only time will tell," you deadpan.
The door opens a sliver, and you see puffy red eye staring at you through the crack. He eases it open the rest of the way, but remains in the hallway.
"Are you okay?" he asks.
Your life-or-death rush has faded; you're too tired to shoot him the withering glare he deserves.
He approaches you cautiously, still not entirely convinced that he'll live to see tomorrow.
"Take that stupid shirt off."
He whips it off and throws it over his shoulder. The gloves follow.
"Are you okay?" he asks again.
You sigh, close your eyes, and lean forward. He closes the distance and wraps his arms around you.
"I really am sorry," he whispers into your hair.
"I'm sure you'll find a way to make it up to me."
He hums in acknowledgement and holds you tighter. You rest your cheek against his warm chest for a few minutes, replaying the events of tonight. You'd probably be laughing about this in a few years, and telling this story at parties. But for now, you were just glad you hadn't really killed him. You quite liked this idiot. Most of the time.
"Are you okay?" you ask. "Aside from your slow reflexes?"
"Couldn't see shit in that mask."
"Excuses, excuses. Answer the question."
"I'll be fine," he chuckles. "Just like being back in high school and fucking with the jocks. 'Cept your aim's better. And they never cuddled me after they threw shit at me."
Both of your shoulders shake in silent laughter.
When you pulled away and opened your eyes again, you were greeted by the sight of blue splatters everywhere. Everywhere. How did one jug even hold that much? How the hell did it get on the ceiling?
"Looks like somebody jerked off a Smurf in here," you observe.
Eddie snorts, which makes you snort, and then you both start laughing. And just like that… everything was okay again.
Two Days Later
The Corroded Coffin boys put down their instruments and stood together when Eddie's van roared up the driveway, waiting to hear about The Pennywise Incident. He took his time getting his guitar and approaching the garage, then walked right by them without a word. He turned his back and ignored them while he set up his gear.
The trio closed in on him.
"How'd it go, man?" Grant prompted. "Did she freak?"
"Did she make you sleep in the van?" Jeff laughed.
Eddie turned around and took off his sunglasses with an unamused huff, revealing the black eye the fabric softener had given him.
"Told you so," Gareth smirked.
#writings of despair#eddie munson x you#eddie munson x reader#for the record? she'd never really hurt him out of anger.#he's flight. she's fight. neither of them would know what to do if she actually caught him. good thing he's good at running.#congrats to me who has grown so desensitized to the curry clown while researching this that i wish i'd found a way to use chucky instead#skarsgard? fine. curry? nope.#in anything#do not like that guy's face
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Crashing On Crush.JJK 8 [m]
crush!Jungkook x reader
Genre: smut; series; romance; angst
Words: 3.3k
Synopsis: What happens when your first encounter with your crush is Jungkook seeing your ass?
Warnings: drugs
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"Kookie, I'm home" Mina announces when she steps in Jungkook's apartment
He is already waiting for her, determined to set the record straight. He has made his decision: he wants to be with you. Everything feels right with you. When you two talked at the coffee shop, he promised himself to do everything for you if you give him the chance to. He is tired of doing everything wrong and he wants to be happy, just for once. He does care about Mina, a lot. But he can't deny everything else for her. He has done it in the past, and nothing good arose from it.
"We need to talk"
Jungkook's serious tone makes Mina wince. She notices the frown on Jungkook's face and she knows that she won't like what is coming. She sits next to him on the couch.
"I think you should go back to Busan" Jungkook starts, carefully "I thought I could help you, but I can't"
"You're lying!" Mina exclaims, tears in her dark eyes
Jungkook's heart squeezes when he sees the pain and the betrayal on Mina's delicate features. He is hurting as much as she is.
"I'll still be there for you, Mina but you need to go to Busan, where people can actually help you. I called your parents, they'll arrive tonight to bring you home"
"You did not!" Mina gasps, now furious
She jumps on her feet, her whole body shaking of fury. She is angrily walking back and forth in the living room. She points an accusing finger at the person she trusted the most.
"How could you? You said you'd help me! You promised me you'll never give up on me!"
Jungkook closes his eyes at the accusations. They are all true. He promised when he saw her in front of his building waiting for him. When she asked him to help her. Because she is one of the most important people in his life. He promised because he thought she was Mina, his best friend. But as the days went on, Jungkook discovered new faces of her: she lied, she was manipulative, she was deceitful. She stole some cash in Jungkook's wallet and went out at night. If Jungkook promised her to help her, she promised to stop acting like that. She broke the promise first. And honestly, Jungkook is not strong enough to deal with that. He is still struggling for himself.
Suddenly, Mina's eyes narrow.
"It's because of her, isn't it?"
"What are talking about?"
"The girl we saw at the club. It's because of her! You are leaving me for her!"
"No, it's not because of her" Jungkook sighs, standing up too "It's because of you, Mina. It's too much to bare for me"
"She doesn't even know you! I know you. Do you really think that she'd want to see you again when she knows the truth?"
Jungkook winces, pain weighing on his heart at the simple thought of you rejecting him even though he knows that it's probably what will happen.
"But I'm here. I will never leave you. I know you, I know everything about you and I still love you" Mina's voice is way softer now.
She steps closer to Jungkook and cups his cheeks with her hands, making him look straight into her eyes.
"I love you, Jungkook. I always have and I always will. We can stay together, forever. I'll be better for you. I can't do it without you, please don't leave me"
Jungkook gulps and gently get her hands off of his face.
"Mina, I can't help you. I wish I could"
Mina's face changes once again and the soft features disappears to be replaced by anger.
"What did she say to you? That bitch must have said something, otherwise you won't leave me"
"She didn't say anything. This is not about her, I already told you" Jungkook is beginning to be sick of this go-around-in-circle conversation
"Do you love her?"
For a few seconds, the apartment goes completely silent. Jungkook looks at Mina, not seeing any emotion on her face. His jaws clench and he ends up nodding.
"Yes, I do"
Everything breaks in Mina. Jungkook is a fucking traitor. He promised her to always be there for her and now, he is ready to dump her for a girl he's known for five minutes. She knew you were not as innocent as you looked like. One thing is clear in Mina's mind: if she looses everything, then Jungkook will lose everything too.
"Okay" She says
Saying that Jungkook is surprised by Mina's calm tone is an understatement. He expected her to scream or to break everything. This is not normal...
"Your parents will arrive in a few minutes. Get your stuff, I'll go take a shower" He gets closer to Mina and hugs her "I am really sorry, Mina"
Mina doesn't hug him back but Jungkook understands that she is mad right now and he gives her room to process everything.
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The whole argument with Mina makes you cranky and a little blue. The meeting with the print company didn't go well either so you decide to stop at a pojangmacha. You don't care it's only 6 pm and you asks the owner a bottle of soju. As you are filling up your glass shot, you wonder what to do with Jungkook. The few days working with him made you hope that things could work between you. You felt so good with him, even when you were just talking. You felt a real bond between you but did you imagine everything because you wanted it to be?
You have no doubt that Mina loves Jungkook. How can you blame her when you feel the exact same? But you had the feeling that Jungkook wanted something - whatever is it - with you... If Mina confesses, will he change his mind? Will he say that he loves her too?
You are completely lost, overwhelmed by multiple feelings you can't even identify. You want Jungkook to be happy, even if it's not with you and if you suffer. That's how much you love him, ready to give up your own happiness for him. Are you crazy? Mina was kind of right: you don't know much about him or about his past. But you do know what kind of human being he is. He is kind, caring, smart and funny. He is the kind of person you can count on and you can trust. He is sincere with his feelings. Isn't it enough to say that you know him and that you love him for who he is?
But then again, Mina is standing between you and you can't deny that they have history... Aren't you the villain if you keep them from living their first love? Do you have to step back or do you have to fight for your feelings? There are so many questions in your head and not a clue to answer them.
With a dragger in the throat, you drink your shot. The soju burns the inside of your body but doesn't hurt more than the whole situation with Jungkook.
"Imonim!'"You call out the lady owner of the pojangmacha "Can I have some tteokbokki please?"
You pull out your phone from your bag to tell Aecha how it went for the printer since you haven't check your cellphone for hours now. You are surprised to see a text from Jungkook: 'Can you come over to my place at seven please? I want to tell you something' Your heart speeds up its pace and your cheeks redden. You check the time and you freeze when you see it's almost seven pm. You need to leave now if you don't want to be late.
"I'm sorry, Imonim, I have to go. I left the money on the desk" You tells the owner while grabbing your things
In the bus, you are thinking about a hundred of scenarios. You go through all the possible things Jungkook would like to say: that Mina confessed and he loves her too, that Mina confessed but he realized that he loves you, or something totally different about work... When you step out the bus, you still have no idea what will come out of your meeting with Jungkook.
You stand in front of his door, your heart beating loud in your chest and ears. You rise your hand to knock but freeze when you notice the door is open. Why? Did something happen? You begin to stress but you rush in to check on Jungkook. What if something happened to him? Is he hurt? You panic at the thought.
You check the living room and the open kitchen but no one is here. Same in the bedroom. Something is weird. You hear a faint noise coming from the bathroom. You gather all your courage and push the door. You are shocked by what you see: Jungkook, sitting on the floor with his back leaning on the bathtub's wall, sobbing and staring at a small pouch in his hands. There is a white and glistening powder in it but you don't know what it is.
What the fuck is going on?
"Jungkook?" You whisper
Jungkook bursts into tears and hides his wet eyes with his hands. Your heart breaks. He is such in pain and you don't understand why. You get closer to him, gently putting a comforting hand on his shaking shoulders.
"Throw it in the toilet, I can't do it" He manages to say between hiccups
You frown but don't ask question. You take the small pouch and flush the toilet, making it disappear. You kneel down and you tightly hug Jungkook. Even if you don't know what's going on, you are here for him. You always thought that Jungkook was a strong man, never afraid of anything. His look and his confidence are the definition of fearless. But now, you are witnessing something you have no idea Jungkook had. It's true that sometimes you felt some pain in his eyes but you never thought that he was suffering this much.
"It's okay, I'm here" You say in his ear while you caresse his hair and back
Jungkook throws his arms around you and holds on on you for dear life. It's like he is drowning and you are a lifeline. If he lets go of you, he will be swallowed by the huge and terrifying black hole underneath his feet.
You would give everything to make Jungkook stop suffering. You feel his pain in your whole body and it's suffocating. You want to cry of how much it's painful to see him in pain. You pray every god to soothe him.
"Tell me what to do" You ask him, hopeless in front of his tears
"Can you drive me somewhere?" He demands with a broken voice
"Of course, anything"
You pull over just enough to look at his face. His eyes are red and his cheeks are drenched by his tears. The pain on his pretty face should be illegal. You softly rub his cheeks with your thumbs and press your forehead against his. By that, you try to show him that you are here for him and that you love him, no matter what. Everything that has been before is long forgotten, you only care about now, about him.
You stand up and grab his big hands. The effects of the two shots of soju you have drunk earlier are completely erased. Seeing Jungkook this distraught sobered you up. Hand in hand, you walk out of Jungkook's place and he gives you his car key. He is way too shaken to drive himself.
"Where do you want to go?" You asks him when you are both in the Mercedes, the sun now melting into gold as it settles down into the horizon
"Busan"
You don't question more. Jungkook will tell you when he feels ready to. You type in the GPS the address he gives you and you start driving. You are quite stressed because it's been a long time since you have been behind a wheel but you are more preoccupied by Jungkook's well-being. When you enter the highway, you feel more relaxed because it's easier for you than driving in the city. Without taking your eyes off of the road, you grab Jungkook's hand in yours on his lap. You caress the back of his hand and you feel him relax.
Jungkook is sleeping during the whole four hours of driving. Even if it's late in the night, you don't feel tired at all. Your brain is working flat out to make sense of this situation. Why Jungkook was so distressed because of this white powder? What was this white powder? Where was Mina? Why does Jungkook need to go to Busan all of the sudden? If you had questions regarding your relationship with Jungkook earlier, now you have so much questionings about Jungkook, period.
The GPS leads you to an apartment block. Nothing fancy, just middle-class neighboring. You sigh and look at Jungkook. He is sleeping peacefully and you don't want to wake him up. He is calm now but you know the second he'll open his eyes, he'll suffer again from whatever it is. You give him some rest for a few more minutes and gently shake his shoulder. Jungkook slowly opens his eyes and your heart breaks a little when you don't see the usual sparkles in them. He used to have beautiful shiny eyes like stars at night but now, they are like a cloudy night. You miss his bright doe eyes...
"I need to go see someone" Jungkook simply says
"Do you want me to come with you?" You replies softly, you don't want to push him but just let him know that you are here if he needs anything
"Can you wait in the car? It'll just take a few minutes" Jungkook seems embarrassed to have let you drive four hours and not invite you in when you arrive
"No problem, take your time" You give him a reassuring smile and he leaves the car
Jungkook knocks on the door and waits a few seconds but nothing happens. 'He must be sleeping' He thinks and knocks again, harder.
"What the hell?" A grumpy and sleepy man exclaims while finally opening the door.
His eyes widen when he discovers Jungkook on the other side. He hasn't seen him in years and judging by the time, it's not a simple courtesy visit. He worries immediately.
"Jungkook? Are you okay?"
"No"Jungkook manages to say before bursting into tears
"Come on in and tell me everything" The man responds and puts a strong and reassuring hand on Jungkook's shoulder while guiding him into his living room.
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"I'm glad you went to see me" The man finally says after Jungkook told him everything "I know it wasn't easy but you being here says a lot about your courage and determination. You didn't choose the easy way and you can be proud of that. I am proud of you"
These words warm Jungkook's heart. He needed to talk to someone he could trust, someone who knew him in the past but didn't treat him like the others. That someone is Seokjin. Basically, Jungkook owes him his life.
"Do you want to sleep here tonight or are you going to your parents'?" Seokjin asks
"I haven't spoken to them in years" Jungkook winces "So, if it's okay with you, I'd like to stay at your place"
"No prob, I have a guest room" Seokjin smiles, patting Jungkook's shoulder
Jungkook smiles too, his friend does touch his shoulder a lot but he doesn't mind since it's a comforting habit of Seokjin.
"But, my friend drove me here so..." Jungkook starts, embarrassed
"Go get him, he can stay too"
Jungkook doesn't correct his friend, maybe because he is afraid that he will change his mind if he knows you're a woman. So he just gets up and walks back to his car.
When you see him, you get off the car.
"Are you okay?" You ask immediately, worried
"Yes, don't worry. We are going to stay at my friend's place for the night, okay?" Jungkook checks on you, he doesn't want you to feel ill-at-ease
You just nod, honestly exhausted now that the adrenaline went down. Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the apartment he was in a few minutes ago. This time, the door is unlocked and you both enter without knocking.
You are as surprised as the man in front of you but not for the same reasons. Seokjin expected you to be a man, and you didn't expect to see such an handsome man. His brown hair are messy but his features are just perfect. His eyes are in a so beautiful brown color and his lips are plump and juicy. He is as tall as Jungkook but he does seem older than him.
"Hi, I'm Seokjin, but my friends call me Jin" He warmly welcomes you
"I'm Y/N, nice to meet you. Thank you for letting us stay"
"Don't mention it"
His personality is soft and welcoming and you feel really good around him. There is something in his aura that calms you down after everything that you've been through today.
After saying your goodnights, Jungkook leads you to the guest room. It's quite a small room with a double bed and a drawer but you don't really care, you are just too tired. But that's when you realize that you're with Jungkook.
"I will sleep on the couch, get some rest" You tell him, gently
"Stay with me please. I don't want to be alone" Jungkook's voice is so fragile that you're afraid it will break
Your heart softens and cracks at his sweet but hurt tone. You step closer to him and hug him. You want to take all his pain away but you don't know how. Your eyes water at the intense emotion between the two of you. Once again, you feel the bond between you but way deeper than before since you have the feeling that you are witnessing a buried, hidden, maybe ashamed part of Jungkook.
Seokjin, being very considering, has brought two large t-shirts and sweatpants for you and Jungkook before you enter his place. You go to the bathroom to change while Jungkook does it in the bedroom. You take the opportunity to wash your face at the same time, removing your make-up.
When you come back to Jungkook, he is already in the bed but not sleeping. You turn off the light and join him. He immediately pulls you closer, your head resting on his chest and his arm around your waist. You hear his heart and it someway reassures you: it's not completely broken. Your hand goes up to reach his black hair. You run your fingers through it to soothe him and it works since he releases a content but weak sigh.
"Why did you come to my apartment earlier?" Jungkook asks
"What do you mean? You sent me a text" You answer, confused
You can't see it but Jungkook is frowning.
"I did not" But as soon as the words leave his mouth he understands: Mina must have done it while he was showering
It's another punch in his already smashed up heart. One of his best friends betrayed him in the worst way possible. Does she hate him so much to destroy everything around him? To destroy you? How much pain can he take from her without being too broken to fix it? Jungkook didn't know that Mina was ready to go this far to keep you away from him. She makes him show you his worst part without him even being prepared to deal with it. He was so close to drown but you saved him and you don't know it. Maybe it was a good thing that you received the text...
"Talk to me" You whisper as gently as you can but you still feel Jungkook's body tense under you "It's not because you owe me an explanation, because you don't. But I don't want you to go through this alone, Jungkook. I'm here for you, talk to me"
Jungkook stays silent for a few minutes, so you don't think he is going to talk. But then, he holds you closer, kisses the top of your head and starts speaking, confessing his darkest secrets and praying that you won't leave him afterwards.
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The clock rewound, begin the count from 99.
Odile stared up at the ceiling, her vision blurry with the other eye obscured by a light coming from her face, or rather, the cracks forming on her body. It's just about what she expected, really. Taking on the entire House, not allowing even a single break during any battle, pushing and pushing far past the limits of what one body could take, all by herself… She did it all by herself. She was at her wit's end, anyone would be, with the very situation she found herself in, anyone would be. To be stuck in a timeloop, to witness the people you care about get hurt over and over again, to witness the victory of a battle hard won only to start over again and again, to witness the end of the journey and listen to the broken record that is the Headhouse Maiden over and over again.
She never really understood Why? Why are they stuck in a timeloop? Why is she the only one that remembers? Even after going through so many loops, finding out more about the secrets of the world, wish craft, the island north of Vaugarde, the King, Siffrin… Right, Siffrin, the most suspicious one of all, to be able to read that strange script in some loops. Some. Some… Odile didn't like the prerequisite for it. To die to the King's strange attack, it seems to have a next loop effect on Siffrin, she didn't like it. Not one bit. But it did tell her something, that whatever is happening right now is connected to him in one way or another.
Not like it matters now though, her vision on her other eye is completely obscured by a blinding white light. And her hearing, has gotten muffled, she can feel her… family members, by her side. They seem to be speaking, shouting as well maybe.
I wonder if they're calling me stupid…
She'd chuckle if she could. After all the hurtful things she had told them prior to… this. She wouldn't even mind if they start cursing at her. She deserves it. Odile moved her one somewhat good eye to see who was beside her. It was Siffrin, she thinks, and someone else, Boniface, maybe. Are they crying? Out of anger or worry? Is the one blurring her vision death… or tears? She doesn't know anymore. She can see the silhouette of an arm moving, hers maybe, she can't feel it, but maybe it is. There are numerous cracks on it, a blinding light seeping through. That's hers alright.
The King is gone, right? She wanted to confirm. Vaugarde will be saved, right? She wanted to ask them. Everything will be alright now? She didn't want to die with any regrets.
Well, at the very least, the funeral ceremony of Ka Bue was fulfilled in a way, not in a traditional sense and definitely not what she expected to happen either. With a body seemingly made of gems, to shatter upon death. It's hauntingly beautiful. At the very least… She won't have to burden them in her death…
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Odile flinched, an electrifying jolt seemingly passed by her body, beads of sweat immediately formed on her forehead, with eyes blown wide, she quickly scanned her surroundings. She's back… at the shop in… Dormont…??? How…? WHY?!
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Get back on the stage, researcher.
#ariawrites#isat#isat spoilers#isat au#behold! isat aU OHBOY THE AU BEAMS GOT ME#odile loops au BUT with a lil smth. this has barely any proofreading or editing i just wanted to get the idea out#are ya proud of me? i managed to hold myself back from a full blown crossover by simply taking the trait from another#media i like to incorporate it in a story and it resulted in... This... love you odile!#i have more thoughts bout this au that im gonna talk bout in another post but yea this is like how a prologue of sorts starts for it#of gems and pages au#ogap au
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Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 34
Pairing: Hangman x Female OC
Word Count: 2505
Warnings: Talk of suicide, swearing
Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.
Or so he thought.
Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.
Chapter Songs: Innocent Cry Pretty
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Ghost
Rooster had been more than ready to follow Hangman and punch him for what he'd said to Ghost and Juliette; the latter barely stopped him, threatening him with staying over at her mother's house for the night if he followed through with his desire. Rooster reluctantly refrained from going after Hangman.
Ghost convinced the couple she would be okay, that she'd expected him to retaliate against her for what he'd revealed last night. What she hadn't expected was for him to bring up her videos. She'd been so careful not to show her face, to blur the background to hide any notable features of her room, to hide her dog tags under her shirt and out of sight. So what gave her away? The songs? The timing of the songs? The guitar? Surely, other people had similar blue guitars. And how could Hangman even recognize the one he gave her? It'd been so long ago.
Ghost twisted her ring anxiously on her finger, staring at the guitars on her wall, debating whether to post a new song as an apology or delete the account altogether. She leaned toward the latter.
A knock on her door brought Ghost out of her thoughts. She hurried to answer it, wishing Hangman would be there to try and work things out but knowing better than to hope for such a thing. Her life wasn't one of the romance novels she loved so much. Hers was more of a tragedy...
When she opened the door, Coyote greeted her. Ghost immediately inquired, "How is he?"
"Struggling, trying to shut me out. The usual when he's upset," he replied, stepping inside with a backpack. "How are you doing?"
"Had better days."
"I figured. Listen, I can't stay long. I just needed to bring something by. And for the record-" Coyote opened his backpack and dug around before taking out a battered box- "you didn't get this from me."
"What is it?" Ghost asked, removing the lid. A bunch of letters, neatly organized, rested inside. Each envelope had her name on it in familiar handwriting.
"Hangman planned on giving you these when he realized he couldn't voice his apology. He wouldn't answer me truthfully about why he never followed through, but I think he got scared about how you'd react. He told me he got rid of them, but I knew better. I still believe he should've given them to you. I'm not sure how much Hangman told you last night, but if there are any holes or questions, maybe these will answer them for you."
Ghost stared at Coyote, unsure whether she should read the letters. Hangman had kept them from her for a reason. Even if he had been scared to give them to her, if he hadn't been the one to deliver them to her, there had to be a reason. Hangman was mad enough at her already. Ghost hated to add to that anger by reading the letters without his consent. Still, she had a question. "Why letters?"
Coyote shrugged. "I don't really remember. Just that it had something to do with a movie. I should get going, but call me if you need anything."
"Thank you, Coyote. For checking on him."
"Of course. And really, I know you have Princess and Rooster, but I'm here for you too."
"Hangman feels he only has you. I can't take you away from him."
"I'm your friend too, Ghost. Don't forget that," he told her firmly. Smiling appreciatively, she hugged Coyote tightly, a gesture he willingly returned. Ghost missed his bear hugs. "I want you two to work this out."
"Me too. You have no idea."
Coyote kissed the top of her head. "I'll see you later, okay?"
Ghost bid him goodbye, waited for the door to shut, then turned to the box of letters. She grabbed the top one and stared at it, mulling over the pros and cons, the right and wrong, of opening it.
It's addressed to me. Hangman intended to give them to me. Reading one wouldn't hurt... would it? Throwing caution to the wind, Ghost grabbed the box and sat on her couch before opening the first letter. It was dated the day after the accident:
Ghost-
I'm not sure how to talk to you right now, so I'm resorting to these letters. It's easier to write what I'm feeling than to speak it. So much has happened in such a short amount of time, and all I can think about is seeing you die, seeing Ghoul die, and how I'm to blame for it. Saying sorry will never suffice or bring Ghoul back, but to the deepest parts of my soul, I am sorry. I am sorry for hurting you; I am sorry for taking Ghoul away from you and Coyote; and I am sorry that I haven't been able to see you again. I did try today, but the moment my foot stepped into sickbay, images of you dying- mixed in with those of Mom and Ghoul- stopped me. The three of you all died when I entered your rooms, and I couldn't risk it happening again. Logically, I know it's stupid. Logically, I understand they're simply horrific coincidences, but if there's even a chance that they're not mere 'coincidences,' then I can't see you until you're out of the hospital. That way, you can't die on me a second time because I can't lose you, too, Ghost.
I'll try to see you again tomorrow.
Forever and Always,
Texas
Ghost's hands trembled. She should've stopped reading them after the first one like she said she would, but curiosity got the better of her. Ghost pulled out the second letter:
I've decided to write you a letter a day like Noah did to Allie in The Notebook. I remember watching that movie for the first time with you, and the letter idea always stuck with me. Not sure why, but it looks like it's coming in handy. Maybe this could be our own Noah and Allie story, but rather than it being us falling back in love, it's us falling back into our friendship because God knows it's going to be different now. I tried to visit you again, but the same thing happened. I can't cross the threshold into sickbay. All I want to do is see you, but even if I could get the courage to do so, what could I say to you that would even begin to mend what I broke? If your pain is anything like what I see in Coyote... I can't bear the idea.
Forever and Always,
Texas
Ghost wiped away a tear, smiling at the reference to The Notebook. She had wondered where he got the letters idea from, and now she knew. It had been her favorite movie for so long before she finally watched Pride and Prejudice, but it still held a dear place in her heart.
Ghost moved on to the third letter:
Coyote said you requested to see me today. I told him I would with every intention to follow through, but like yesterday and the day before, I couldn't do it. The weakling I am, I let my fears get the better of me. If you ever end up reading these, please know that my lack of visits has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I can't bear to see you in pain, let alone pain caused by me, and I can't stop seeing the memory of you dying every time I even consider visiting you. You can call me cowardly for it, and you'd be right. One day, maybe I can overcome this, but that's not today, and I'm sorry. I wish I could be better for you.
Forever and always,
Texas
Ghost read through more and more letters. All were relatively short, usually repeating the same things, but she could sense the despair and hatred for himself in each one, the next letter always turning slightly darker, more depressed. She found the one about a quarter of the way through that made the tears finally cascade silently down her face:
Word got around about my apparent ability to kill people when I step into their hospital room. Bradshaw- damn him- joked about me being some sort of hangman. Well, now that name's stuck, and whether I like it or not, my callsign is no longer Texas but Hangman. Nothing like being reminded that you killed your two best friends every time someone says your name. If they only knew about my mom... It's a fitting punishment for me, though. I did kill you and Ghoul, and I know I'm pretending like I've moved on in everyone's eyes, including yours, but I'm not okay Ghost. I'm so far from it. The trial is about to start soon. Why it's taken them this long to get to it, I don't understand. The waiting is the worst, especially because I know I'll see you then, see and hear your pain... if I don't look at you, it's not because I'm uninterested. It's because I'm not strong enough to do it.
Forever and Always,
Hangman
A few weeks later, the letter became even more pained, more desperate:
It was so much worse than I imagined. Seeing you, I mean. Hearing you recount what happened reopened the wound I'd so carefully stitched together. Each word felt like a knife slicing open my skin, deep enough to hurt but not enough to kill, even though death would've been a less painful option. But you defended me. After everything I did that day, after everything I've done following it, you still defended me. It's given me the courage to finally talk to you. Once this is over, that is, since we're both witnesses and not meant to speak to each other until after the trial, but I will. I will finally talk to you, tell you why I haven't seen you, why I haven't been able to talk to you. I hope you understand. If not, I get it. I left you alone during a horrible time. If that ends up being the case, then know I love you, Ghost. I always have and always will, and if you ever decide to give me a second chance, I will be waiting for you.
Forever and Always,
Hangman
More weeks passed, and the letter said:
I'm not sure why I'm continuing to write these letters. Maybe a part of me thinks I'll get the nerve to send these to you and that you'll read them and magically forgive me for all the wrongs I've done to you. But I know those chances are slim to none. The look you gave me when I tried to approach you after the trial closed told me as such. I've seen you enraged, but not at me. Not until today. How you kept from throttling me in that moment, I'll never understand. I wish you would've, if not to put me out of my misery. It's getting worse each day, and I don't know how to pull myself out of it... and that scares me. I think I might need help, but if the Navy believes I'm mentally unfit, they'll pull me from flying, and that's the one thing keeping me sane right now. I don't know what to do, Ghost. All I do know is that I wish you were here.
Forever and Always,
Hangman
After that letter, Ghost had to take a break from reading them. How could she have been so blind to his pain? How could she not recognize that his response to her accident was a trauma response from his childhood? Sure, she'd been wrapped up in her own grief, but that badly?
It took an hour before she could bring herself to read more. One after the other, each one wrenching her heart and tugging on her heartstrings until it threatened to suffocate her. However, the last letter was her undoing.
It's been a year since everything went to shit. It's been a year since Ghoul died, a year since we stopped speaking, a year since the last time I felt any form of genuine happiness. It's been harder and harder each day since the accident to get out of bed, go to work, put on a smile, and pretend everything's okay, but I barely made it today. It was weird. I'd actually been doing okay once I got out of bed and got in the air. It was when I landed, and my phone decided to remind me of my memories of the day that it all went to shit. I stupidly opened the reminder and saw a selfie of you, me, Coyote, and Ghoul, our last picture together before I killed y'all. I skipped lunch, and I'm skipping dinner to write this letter because I'm tired. I'm tired of the guilt, I'm tired of being alone, and I'm tired of hating myself. I can't keep doing this. I can't stop thinking of how easy it'd be to go down to the hangar right now and jump into the black waves. I'd be dead before anyone noticed I was gone. I'm not sure what's stopping me right now. Maybe because Coyote is on board, and I don't want to hurt him more than I already have, but even then, he has friends outside of me here. He has Phoenix and Payback, to name a couple. Who do I have outside of him? These letters will never make it to you, so maybe that's why I feel I can say all this. If these letters truly were meant to get to you, I would never voice half of these things. You've been burdened enough because of my decisions and actions, and I wouldn't dare add my own personal issues to them. God forbid, however, that these letters do find their way to you, if there are two things I want you to take away from them, it's that, first and foremost, I love you. Unequivocally, unabashedly, wholeheartedly in love with you. Second, I'm sorry for all the pain I've caused. It was never my intention.
Yours, Forever and Always,
Jake 'Hangman' Seresin
Ghost set the letter down and buried her face into her hands, sobbing at the depths of Hangman's despair, that'd he'd been in so much pain without anyone to turn to that he trusted. As close to Coyote as he'd been, Hangman hadn't felt he could go to him for what he'd been enduring, and Ghost understood Coyote had been the only one left for Hangman. Ghoul had died, Ghost had ended their friendship, and that was it. No wonder Jake felt so alone. No wonder his mind had gone down such a dark rabbit hole.
Ghost wiped away her tears and turned her gaze to the wall of guitars. She'd toppled over the edge with a song. Maybe she could start mending their friendship back with one...
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drabble - cade&eden - a firm telling. @wiinestories
"What can I do for you Eden." he sighed as he opened the door. He hadn't slept and he looked like shit for it too, she wasn't going to back down, she was on a mission, clear from the way she stormed into his apartment. "Get up. Get in the shower. Smarten yourself up." she instructed him with a firmness in her voice that she never used. "No." here it came, the argument, the shit storm that Cade was going to need. "Cade get up and get yourself sorted the damn hell out because you look like.. like crap honestly, you need a shower, you need to smarten yourself up to go see Agatha." her voice held so much firmness to it, don't leave room to manoeuvre.. maybe she had learned how to be a bit braver from Angelo.
"She doesn't want to see me Eden." he grumbled, head hanging and she threw her bag onto the kitchen island to move over to him and pull at his arm to try and get him up. Her own arm was in a sling, she was meant to be taking it easy, resting up, she wasn't meant to be straining like that, but Cade stood up so she'd stop. "Stop it, fuckin' pack it in I'm not going. It'll stress her out too much to have me there, she asked me to fuckin' go!" he raised his voice and before he knew it he was shouting. "You know I fucked up too so just admit it! I can admit it with damn open arm-" Eden shouted. Eden never shouted like that, but she wasn't about to feel like the bad guy for helping Agatha and checking up on him and his woe is me story right now. "Get your shit together Cade! What, you think I'm frightened because you raised your voice? I can raise my damn voice too! You owe her more than sitting here feeling sorry for yourself! you fucked up, you really fucked up, big wow, get back there and fix it and show her you'd never hurt her, that you'd never put her in danger, show her that you adore her, it is obvious to me, it's obvious to everyone!" she breathed heavily with how passionate she was getting, her finger pointed.
"Oh so we're okay to completely dodge Angelo in this conversation are we? We're not gonna talk about you being with him when I warned you about him? Hell I warned her not to look into him and you're what, you're with him? You're fucking with me here Eden you can't be serious." she kept her frown, her stance. "Keep him out of it." she wanted to sound more threatening than she did. "Keep him out of it, he had his hand on Agatha's neck and you defend him?" his fist slammed into his coffee table with that pent up angry. "You've every right to be angry but he didn't know, you know why I defend him? We both know damn well you'd watch the rest of the world burn for Agatha if that is what he took and he-" Cade stopped her. "You really think that's what you are to him Eden? Christ." he ran his hands up over his face and through his hair. "Eden you're his whore.. there 'aint a nicer word for it. Men like Angelo don't care for girls like you, he'll have his fun then when he gets what he wants that's it, he'll wash his hands of you n' you will be heartbroken." he gestured his hands out, as if to say he was trying to help her, but it wasn't helpful.
"I am not here to talk about Angelo, I'm here to make you see sense because you should be there with her. You should be pleading for her to forgive you, yes you have a part to blame because you should have told her what you get involved with and that you're not a text book lawful good boy the minute things became comfortable with Agatha. You should have told her what she was getting involved with, he never lied to me and I've known who he is all along but Agatha has to find out through all of this that you do off record work for bad people and by the way, the people that attacked my bakery? They weren't there because of me, they weren't there because of Angelo, they were there looking for you so don't dare start talking like what you've done is any better than the things he does." Suddenly Cade sank down for that anger. "What? They... no, no 'coz that.. that makes it-" his fault. She knew the words that'd come next and guilt was flooding his chest. "I didn't know, Eden I didn't know.." she moved forward to shush him, her hands on his arms.
"What's done is done.. what's done is done, but nobody can forgive you for it if you don't try, okay? Agatha needs you to try, your baby needs you to go there and try and you're better than this okay?" she pointed her hand down to the alcohol. He hung his head shamefully and as angry as she was at him, Cade had been there for her countless times, she wrapped her arms around him and he did the same. "I didn't mean for her to get hurt- not her, not the baby not you nothin', I 'aint in the market for hurting people." he sighed heavily and she patted his back. "I know Cade, I know that but I need you to hear me.. okay? You're a good man.. you are, so go and be a good man, show her she's your world, please." she paused, leaning back to run her hands up and down her friends arms. "Ben wouldn't want to see you deny yourself your own happiness, Cade."
"What do I even say to her? I can't begin to..." his shoulders slump down, he shrugs, he had no idea how to be the better man really. Eden reached for his collar to fold it, straighten him up. "You have a shower, you put your nice shirt on, you sort out your hair and have a shave, you buy her flowers and then you start with sorry. A heartfelt sorry, you tell her exactly what she means to you, you tell her you were an idiot and you tell her the whole truth, you explain it, and you never lie to her again and you pray that she thinks you're worth the chance. Okay?" she nodded her head, waiting for him to nod his head with her. "You don't do it for me, you don't do it for Ben or even yourself, you do it because you're a better man, you're a good man." he nodded in agreement, he swallowed his pride, he agreed. "Which ones my nice shirt?" he smiled softly. "Navy one, with the nice pattern on it it, the really discreet one, make sure the collars straightened up."
She pulled back, going over for her bag and then he took a deep breath. "Eden." she stilled. "Cade we don't need to talk about him anymore." she knew it was coming, that he'd not be able to leave it and god she wanted him to just drop it because she didn't want to be mad at him anymore. "I wouldn't be a good friend to your brother if I didn't try 'coz Eden, that man isn't right for you." he started. "Cade-" he interrupted. "I love you kiddo, for coming here, talkin' sense into me but..." kiddo. Kiddo was that stupid thing he'd call her when she used to tag along with her brother, when she was the quiet little sister at their side. "..but Ben wouldn't want you with him either Eden. Ben wouldn't want his little sister being some sold out whore to Angelo fucking Santino, love. I get it the influence he is, how that can seem fun for a while, that he might seem different but he's gonna let you down. You'll get hurt in all this."
Eden picked up her coat and started to walk, turning to him as she did. "Yeah? Ben would've beat the shit out of you for calling me that." she had tears in her eyes. She'd done her part. "Hey- Eden, no no I didn't mean like-" she walked. "Eden!" he called but she was done. She wanted to help Cade, she had, he was going to go to Agatha, but he owed her an apology. He flicked open his wallet, he kept a picture of Sophia.. it'd been there years, but he also in the back tucked away had a picture of him and his best friend back from their youth, just being idiots together. He touched his fingers over it before looking skyward. "Your sisters bitin' off more than she can chew tough guy, but Ben you'd have made a hell of a godfather." he nodded, just once, like her Brother would hear that he was trying.
He showered, aftershave, that smart navy shirt, he even went and bought the best flowers he could find. He had some making up to do, so early afternoon Cade rasped his knuckles on the hospital rooms door and stood with pink and white roses. "Agatha? I want to start by saying that I'm sorry, and if you'd give me a single chance, I'd like to try n' explain.. if you'd let me 'coz you're fuckin' everything to me and I don't want to lose what we've got, 'coz I was a damn idiot."
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After discovering that not only her ex-colleague, but also her best friend from high school are in Raccoon City, Joey goes to investigate. But it seems someone is ready to throw a wrench in her plans.
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Chapter 4: Familiar Faces
Joey had hoped to avoid the night shift workers when she arrived early for work the following day. But, sadly, she wasn't that lucky.
"You're early," Andy noted as she entered the West Office. Four pairs of eyes stared right at her.
"Um, yeah," she stammered, "Wanted to make sure I sorted a record from yesterday correctly. I think I forgot to write something down."
"Hudson, you are too dedicated to the job," he chuckled, returning to his newspaper.
Joey laughed nervously and walked past him to get to the records room. The picture of Stephen McDaniel and his daughter still plagued her since last night.
If Kevin noticed Joey's sudden silence, he didn't mention it, which Joey was grateful for. She still couldn't believe her eyes. Evelyn McDaniel, her friend from high school, was in Raccoon City, looking for her father – what were the odds?
"You knew him?" Kevin asked, breaking the silence.
Joey faced him and shrugged, "He uh… He's from Great Falls. I went to high school with his daughter."
He snorted, "Damn, was she as annoying back then as she is now?"
She frowned at his words as if the teenager she used to be wanted to jump in and defend her friend. "What do you mean, 'annoying'?" she eventually asked.
"Pft, she'd do all sorts of things, even tried to find evidence on her own," Kevin huffed, "But there was just no evidence he was gone. All his neighbors claimed they saw him on the days we went to question them. So after a while, we stopped trying. I guess she did, too, since she hasn't been around for a while."
"Do you know what happened to her?"
"No clue. Something happened between her and Irons, though. But, of course, that was right before she stopped coming over."
Just as she was about to ask more questions, Kevin pulled over, and she noticed he parked right in front of her apartment building.
"Thanks for dropping me off," she said quickly, jumping out of his car before he could say anything.
Evelyn McDaniel, her best friend through high school, her first crush was in Raccoon City, and apparently, so was her dad. Joey and Evelyn didn't keep in touch with each other when Evelyn moved to Helena. That wasn't long after her mother disappeared, which caused her father to quit. Joey knew Sheriff Whitehorse would visit him occasionally until he suddenly announced that Stephen McDaniel had moved.
While no one saw it coming, no one really blamed him either. Somewhere, Joey understood why Evelyn would follow him, but that didn't explain why he went missing. She knew she would never be allowed to investigate as someone close to the case, but what Irons didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
While she found no record of Stephen, Evelyn had a file in the Records room. Unlike other files, it wasn't necessarily big, but there were some reports.
"Case Number: 769313 Date: 05/16/1998
Ms McDaniel entered the Raccoon Police Department at 1015hrs, visibly agitated. She demanded to see Police Chief Irons. Despite being told that was not possible, she kept trying to the point where Police Chief Irons himself heard and came down.
She showed him a file (See E1) and ordered Police Chief Irons to take her father's so-called disappearance seriously, which he refused. When he physically tried to turn her away, she grew hysterical and punched Police Chief Irons in the face. After this, she was taken into custody."
Attached to the back of the file, with a paperclip, was a mugshot. It had only been a few years since Joey last saw Evelyn, but she'd recognize that pretty face anywhere. While there was anger in Evelyn's eyes, Joey noticed how tired she looked. She looked exhausted. Her once warm skin looked pale like she hadn't slept in days.
Joey glanced back to the date – Over a month ago now. Maybe Evelyn was still in the city.
She flipped through the rest of the file, which was a little to begin with, but didn't find any last known address. At least not one that belonged to Evelyn. Instead, she found a report from the officer visiting Stephen's home – at 5 French Street, on the city's outskirts.
She needed access to the database on a computer for Evelyn's address, but the only one she knew of was in the main hall where anyone could walk in. It was a risk she didn't want to take, but she didn't have much of a choice.
Luckily, the main hall was largely empty, and the front desk was left unmanned, which Joey found weird, but she didn't want to question her luck.
She rushed over to the laptop, which was left off. Her foot tapping anxiously against the floor, she impatiently waited as it booted up. Once it did, she logged in and opened the database. After only typing a few letters, Evelyn's name popped up already.
"Name: McDaniel, Evelyn Date of birth: 02/21/1970
Street number and name: 20 Fox Street
Apartment unit: 301
City and state zip code: Raccoon City, 62039 Illinois Country: United States of America."
Joey turned to the desk and quickly picked up a pen and notepad to write down the address. She folded the paper and stuffed it in her pockets. As she began closing the database, the door of the West Office opened, and one of the officers was leaving. Luckily, he hadn't seen a thing.
It took a few days for her to be able to visit both addresses. Both because work got in the way, and she was still trying to find her way around the city, but that Sunday, she found her way to French Street. Unlike the busy main streets, filled with apartment buildings, French Street was part of a more suburban area. The houses looked rundown and abandoned, as if no one had cared for them in years. Front yards were overgrown, and some homes were defaced with graffiti. Joey was confused about which neighbor claimed to have seen Stephen because it seemed like no one even lived around here.
She approached the house that allegedly belonged to Stephen. The coat of paint on the white picket fence was beginning to chip, and the path to the front door was hard to see because of the overgrown grass that went up to her knees. Despite a broken window near the doorknob, Joey rang the doorbell out of courtesy. When she got no answer, she tried again several times. Even after knocking, all she got was silence.
She eyed the broken window again.
No one was around. No one would see.
Joey slipped her hand in and unlocked the door.
The house itself was dark and dusty. Besides that, there was barely any furniture, and any furniture she found wasn't bought by a McDaniel – she'd been to their house before, and she knew their tastes well enough. So instead of the typical 70s-style furniture with lots of patterns, she was met with angular, monotonous furnishings.
A newspaper from months ago with an unfinished word puzzle was left on the coffee table in the living room – either Stephen was catching up on old puzzles, or he hadn't been here since then. The curtains were closed, and the light switch didn't work, which led Joey to think the power was off.
The dirty dishes in the kitchen sink had been left to grow mold for a while now, but the table was set for one person. A vase of withered flowers stood proudly in the middle of the table, with a bowl of rotten fruit next to it. No one had been here in months, and Joey wondered when Stephen was here for the last time.
Most of all, she wondered who broke the window to get in first, and then she realized she wouldn't be surprised if Evelyn was the one to blame.
One time, Joey had a fight with her mom and left the house in a fury. Evelyn's first reaction was to pick her up in her dad's car, which she absolutely didn't have a license for. Joey was grateful, nonetheless. Somehow, Evelyn's mom had found out she snuck out and locked the front door as punishment. In response, Evelyn broke the window and opened the door.
Even though Mary McDaniel was absolutely pissed with her daughter the next morning, that didn't stop her from whipping up a five-star breakfast for Joey.
Evelyn was a loyal friend – maybe that's what made Joey fall for her in the first place – and that was part of the reason why Joey was so determined to help her.
Joey stepped back into the hallway, where she passed the staircase. On a small entryway table was a phone with several voicemails and a stack of unopened letters – next to that was one open letter. After she pressed the button to play the voicemails, she picked up the letter.
She first noticed the Umbrella Company logo in the top right corner.
"You have 5 new messages. First message:"
Evelyn's voice filled the room, catching Joey's attention.
"Hey, dad," she said hesitantly, "Uh… Don't ask me how I got your number, 'cause you'd only scold me, but uh…."
A nervous chuckle.
"Listen… I'm worried 'bout you, alright?" Evelyn continued, "I know the diagnosis was tough, but you can't just disappear. We'll get through this together, okay? Just… Call me back."
"To delete this message, press one-"
Joey ignored the automated voice and focused on the letter.
“Mr. Stephen McDaniel
We hereby inform you that you have been accepted for the trial experiments at Umbrella Company.
At Umbrella Pharmaceuticals, we focus on finding cures for terminal illnesses. While our vaccines are still in their trial phases, we can guarantee you 90% of success, leading to fully curing your condition.
These trials are held at a private location to protect our patients. Call us at the number below to confirm you wish you participate, and we will arrange transport to our facility. You won't have to worry about a thing.
We look forward to hearing from you."
Joey quickly connected the dots. Stephen had dropped everything when someone came to pick him up to go to the 'private' facility, and Evelyn had probably arrived afterwards, so he never even heard her voicemails.
Maybe Evelyn had gotten more info by now, Joey thought.
She took one last look around the room, but she was almost eager to leave – to visit Evelyn. It had been a few years since they last saw each other, yet Joey wondered if Evelyn would recognize her. Would she even recognize Evelyn? It really had been a while.
Unlike her father, Evelyn lived in the city in an apartment. The building itself was smaller than Joey expected, leaving her wondering how big the flats were.
She entered the main hall, where the front door was left unlocked. A sign saying 'LOCK BROKEN! Do not close!' was taped to the door.
The interior of the building looked old. Cracks had begun to show in the walls, and the carpet was stained by various liquids – Joey didn't want to find out what those stains were. Heavy metal music played from one apartment while loud arguing came from another. She ignored the noise and went up the stairs to the third floor.
Unit 301 was right in front of the staircase when she set foot on the third floor. Unlike the other floors, this one was silent, so she shouldn't have expected a response when she knocked on the door. Still, she tried again, which yielded no results again.
Joey bit her lip as she was left deep in thought. Maybe she could leave a note.
She dug through her purse, pulling out a notepad and pen. She wrote down her number, name, and that she wanted to help, before slipping the piece of paper under the door. As she stood back up, the door to the apartment next to Evelyn's opened.
"The hell're you doin'?"
An elderly man with a cane croaked out as he stumbled out the door.
"Uh, I'm here for Evelyn McDaniel," Joey blinked anxiously.
The man grumbled as he walked towards her, "Well, she ain't here. Get lost."
She gulped. Joey had to think of something fast. "I'm with R.P.D.," she blurted out, "Here to do a wellness check. Who are you?"
His eyes turned to slits as he glared at her, "I'm the landlord of that apartment, 'n if you wanna enter, you're gon' need a warrant."
Shit.
Joey gritted her teeth but forced a smile nonetheless, "Then I'll come back later."
Maybe it was too much to expect a call as soon as she got home, and she knew she had to be patient – if Evelyn would even call.
It had been ages since Evelyn had last plagued her thoughts – sleepless nights where a seventeen-year-old Joey wondered what she really felt for her best friend, days at school where she'd be too busy staring at Evelyn instead of focusing on her schoolwork – but now Evelyn was all she thought about.
Maybe Chief Irons noticed since he called her into his office that following Monday. While she was a bit distracted, she didn't think it affected her work. It seemed Irons thought otherwise. Still, Joey thought about everything else he could be mad about. Surely he didn't know she went to Stephen's house (No one saw her!) or Evelyn's apartment. So what else could it be? What if it wasn't because she was in trouble, and he just had something to ask or a task to give her?
While she knew not to think of the worst outcomes, her wishful thinking didn't help much when Irons barked at her to get into his office.
"You've already been here for a couple of days, and you're already sticking your nose where it doesn't belong!" he yelled.
So he did know about her little 'investigation'.
"Who do you think you are?" he sneered at her, "Feeding into some lunatic's delusions like that, disrespecting my orders!"
"Sir, with all due respect," Joey said, "I simply went to check in on a friend."
"Oh, is that what you call it?" he laughed haughtily, "Is that why you claim to do a welfare check in the name of the Raccoon Police Department?!"
She looked at the ground in shame, but he didn't seem to care.
"You're lucky this is the first time. And I hope it'll be the only time," he continued, "As a warning, you are suspended until further notice."
Joey's eyes widened as she looked at him, her mouth agape. "Suspended?" she gasped.
Irons sat back in his chair, not even meeting her gaze, "You heard me. Go home. You'll be called when your suspension is lifted."
It didn't come to mind if there was anything she wanted to say in retaliation. So instead, she stood there, trying to comprehend what just happened until it all hit her at once.
Angrily, she stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind her. But, unfortunately, her thoughts were so loud they drowned out all the background noise. She didn't hear the door bang, she didn't hear the assistant wish her a good day. She only heard her thoughts, even though they were all overlapping with each other to the point she couldn't focus.
It wasn't until she entered the upper balcony of the main hall that she stopped to clear her head.
Joey knew she couldn't just give up. She refused to give up. And maybe she didn't have to.
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🎨 and 🌌 for Delphia and the gods?
ty ty!!
🎨 Does your OC have any craft skill, as a hobby or profession? If so which?
Delphia: Scrapbooking and/or bookbinding. She likes to record things that have happened. It's all a hobby for her, but she treats it as part of her job.
Vitus: Woodworking and 100% a hobby. If we count writing as a craft skill then that's a profession!
Felix: Sewing. In AUs where he can he's a professional otherwise it's just a hobby and one he greatly enjoys
Dabria: Painting! In general she keeps it as a hobby but will sell paintings she makes when she likes the offer or her family needs the money.
Rhys: He likes tinkering with electronics so I'd say that's his craft skill. Robotics, electrical wiring? Idk something like that! He prefers it as a hobby.
Sola: She likes drawing and it's 100% a hobby.
Luna: He's a bit similar to Alessia and tries a lot of things, but he doesn't really have any he'd claim.
Ryder: Metal working! Because he naturally can make any weapons he eventually learns he can shape the metal itself
He also paints minis when human. Both are things he'll do for a profession because he enjoys it, but not always
Ash: Floral design! They enjoy making beautiful scenery. It's pretty much their profession
Alessia: Not really, but mostly because she likes to try a bit of everything. They're pretty much all hobbies
🌌 If your OC has a nightmare, what’s it most likely about?
Delphia: She is back with the king, she'd never escaped. The gods were a dream so were her relationships.
Vitus: Fate determines the gods are a risk again, including Dabria.
Felix: The others see him as the former god of prosperity. Just as often he dreams he's caused those he cares about to be hurt or killed
Dabria: They failed to stop the old gods, this happier family has been fake. There's nothing she can do to fix it.
Rhys: Vincent and Delphia are sacrificed specifically to him. They don't come back.
Sola: Mortals attack her and Delphia doesn't defend her
Luna: He fails to keep monsters out of the dark and mortals get hurt
Ryder: He's forced to fight. The other gods and Delphia stare at him in fear because of the war he waged
Ash: Delphia is finally scared of them. The nightmare they'd had where they saw how they appear becomes real.
Alessia: She wakes up in her village as Ophelia again. The day she met Delphia. She tries to meet her and instead of the kindness she's met with anger and hatred. Utterly rejected.
#awkwardanswers#oc:seer/delphia#oc:alessia#oc:ash#oc:rhys#oc:ryder#oc:dabria#oc:vitus#oc:sola#oc:luna#oc:felix
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AFFLICTION
Characters: Husband!Hanma × Fem!reader, Draken × Fem!reader
Tags: User discretion is advised. MDNI, hurt, heavy angst, mentions and descriptions of miscarriage, stalking, emotional abuse, vivid imagery about miscarriages, trophy wife, runaway wife, hiding, strong language, slight yandere themes, panic attacks, grabbing, mentions and descriptions of sex, regret, mentions of Emma, mentions of divorce, one-sided love, a desperate Hanma, brief moments with Kisaki, too many messy emotions in general
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Damn. This took hell lot of time ngl (╥﹏╥) It was worth it tho. I took almost three months to complete this because of all my exams and tests in between and was busy balancing my own schedule and concentrating on making myself better. I really hope y'all like it. I felt like I went overboard with the crying here and there but that is justified, afterall, after what Y/n was put through. This the last and final part btw. Enjoy! I'll link a smol playlist I made for this. Listen to it in order, music makes the reading experience way better, trust me.
| Part 1 | Part 2 |
By the time Hanma had collected his bearings, leaving the mansion in pieces as the aftermath of his shock, he notices the blue crockery set on the table, laden with food.
He's shocked.
After some examining, he realises that there was food, and lots of it, and by judging the copious number of boxes in the refrigerator, there was enough to last for one week.
He doesn't know what to feel.
Guilt eats him alive.
"What have I done?"
He asks himself, repeating the sentence like a broken record.
Hanma sinks to his knees, hands clutching at his head, as the taste of tears register to his tongue.
The only person who stayed constant for the longest time was gone.
Just like that.
Like the first flash of thunder; beautiful in its own fearful way.
The onslaught of emotions he felt at the reality of the circumstances catching upto him was overwhelming. Overwhelming as the events of the day he lost everything grip his mind.
This was the first time he was being frank with himself. The first time he let himself to feel, to kneel on the ground and finally let out the tears which needed to fall. To finally let himself feel the weight of the loss, to revel and bathe in the pain.
To let the burn of abandonment reduce him to the ground and feel what he loved to inflict upon others.
To finally let her see what was underneath the mask of indifference he'd lived under his whole life.
But the thing was, she wasn't here.
She wasn't. And by the way her voice seemed to break more and more with each word on the recording...she wouldn't ever look back.
She wouldn't.
Hanma was scared.
One of the many firsts which he was going through tonight.
Scared of losing Y/n forever. Scared that she would never come back, that she'd left for good. Scared that he'd never get to hear the gentle caress of her voice, that he'd never get to touch or perceive the mold of her body, her presence.
I deserve it, he told himself.
What surprised him the most was the fact that he wasn't angry or betrayed; it was the fact that he felt harrowing sadness embedded into his existence.
It was far from anything related to anger.
It was loneliness.
Hanma didn't have the best people around him while growing up, he knew that, but he chose to live with it.
The strongest ones always survive in the end, right?
No.
No, they didn't.
In the end, when the high of the drugs, the sex, the power and money faded, he knew he'd have nothing.
Yet, he still chose to follow the fading high of it.
Chose it over his own wife.
Chose to ignore her silent pleas and tears as she sat in a pool of blood.
And in the end, it came to bite him where it hurt the most.
His heart. One he didn't know he possessed.
I deserve it for being a bastard, he told himself, chuckling at the irony fate had arranged for him.
He deserved it.
He knew it.
He also knew that he wouldn't be able to survive without her.
So if looking for her made him bad, then so be it.
He was selfish since the very beginning.
Hanma searched high and low for a sign of his wife for three months, desperate for any lead, like a lunatic.
Three months of non-stop searching for nothing.
She was nowhere to be found.It was like she had disappeared from the surface of the earth.
Where could she be?
Where could she hide that none of his men were unable to find a tiny trace of her?
Where are you, Y/n? Where are you?
Are you happy without me, your tyrant of a husband?
Are you happy now?
Hanma doesn't register the hard kick to his chair delivered by Kisaki and sputters at the sudden movement, knocking him out of breath.
"Why you-"
He purses his lips when the chair is turned around and Kisaki proceeds to put his leg on the armrest and breathes into his face with a cold smirk.
"Listen, dickwad. Go find your wife and stop being an emotional wreck. Don't add on to our work if you can't complete it."
"You don't know anything-" his voice rises by an octave but it's cut off by his boss yet again.
"I know everything, Shuji. We've known each other for too long and you too know that I have my sources. I know about the shit you pulled, too. Even got their numbers. So stop being a fool and for fuck's sake-"
"You say that as if you'd know what I'm going through. Tetta, you don't have a semblance of the dilemma I'm going through-"
"Yes. I don't. And I don't care. It's your shit to pick up, not mine. I may not be able to understand, of course, but I do know that you haven't been fair to her. I have other men to replace you, so go."
"You talk too much for a bastard who fucks whores day and night." Hanma chortles, standing up and bumping his shoulders as he walks to the door.
"Says the one who found comfort in other women when his woman was waiting for him back home. I wouldn't go behind others if I had one of my own, Shuji. Stop being a brat and scoot."
Kisaki is gifted with the finger and proceeds to laugh at the man he'd known since middle school.
"And don't come back until you find her, grovel at her feet, beg for forgiveness and pray that she forgives you, which I doubt will happen anytime soon."
Kisaki continues, and shoots his famous wide-toothed grin.
Hanma stares at the wall for a second until he gives him a firm nod and closes the door shut.
The distant clap of thunder wakes you up from the nightmare your mind was doused in.
Your breathing threatens to seize, beginning to go back to the day you lost everything.
Scenes of red blood staining your nightgown, the putrid smell of the hospital rushes into your brain, making your knees shudder, blowing off the attempt to stand and fetch yourself a drink of water.
It hurts, says your mind.
You whimper, body shaking incessantly and draw your legs into your cold form. Silent tears run down your cheeks.
The memory of the feeling is etched into your brain, remaining unforgettable.
For a solid 15 minutes, you don't let out a single sound except for the sharp intakes of breath your lungs take in greedily.
Finally, torment settles in the back of your mind, and you find yourself going numb again. Hands and feet as cold as ice, and the tips of your ears tingle.you struggle to get up, and when you do, your soul almost leaves your body, a scream tears past your lips when on seeing a figure resting on the armchair.
Hanma Shuji.
Definitely the last person you wanted to see.
"N-no. I must be dreaming- I'm simply dreaming-"
You mumble, holding onto the side of the bed for much needed support.
"You're not."
The depth of the voice was the same.
Familiarly unfamiliar.
A great sob escapes you, hiding your face under shaking hands.
"No."
Your voice shakes like a dry leaf, full of denial.
When thunder flashes in the sky, it illuminates his frightful yet striking face, devoid of emotions.
A face you'd come to loath.
His head was perched on his palms, elbows resting on his knees, as he stared at you with those shrewd golden eyes.
The sound of thunder rumbles, making you jump slightly, and he rises to his feet, the knock of his shoes tapping on the wooden floor.
“NO!-"
A shrill shriek from you has him stopping in his tracks.
"Y/n-"
"No. You are going to stay right there-" you tremble, your body switching into high-alert, pointing a sharp finger to him.
"Let me expla-"
"I d-don't want to hear it." You shake your head furiously, climbing onto the mattress out of pure panic, trying to get away from him, the source of your torment.
"Please."
He requests quietly, and you see his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows, running his hands in his overgrown hair.
Your heart stutters when his face comes into the light.
He looks the same except for the emptiness in his countenance and the dark rings around his eyes.
The ego he carried with his stance was missing.
"I can't- I can't go back to that. I've been trying so hard to forget....and it- it won't go away."
You wail, rubbing at your eyes furiously to stop the incoming tears.
His shoulder rolls back, head drooping and his whole facade drops.
For the first time, he was truly and fully vulnerable.
"I'm sorry."
He mumbles, in this forbearing tone, running his hand over his face, shocking you with the heaviness that begins to fill your chest.
But, you use this chance to bolt to the door, taking advantage of his emotional state.
Maybe you could run out of your house and call the neighbours?
Or if not that, use the phone in your kitchen island and call the cops?
A hand shoots out to grab your arm, another going for your other wrist and you're forcefully pulled into an embrace, back pressing into a powerful chest, muscles rippling underneath his clothes when you flail around in his arms in horror.
Your lungs begin to constrict again.
There is difficulty in breathing, and it's not just Hanma's hold. Your chest heaves as a loud cry resounds into the room, a heavy breath following with a cry, words failing at your tongue, babbling pleas into his unyielding form.
You hit, punch, slap and tear at his hands now wrapped around your torso, effectively trapping and restricting your mobility.
"I'm sorry."
He says, leaning into you, but you don't stop.
The sound of your wailing reaches your ears and you blanch at it, but you don't stop.
You have no idea of how long this continues, frail hits to his arms not making any difference to his hold over you.
"I'm sorry."
He says again, his grip loosening a little.
The tone of his voice is just above a whisper, but you hear his voice nonetheless.
Your cries never cease at his apology, and you're amazed at how your tear glands still had the capacity to produce tears, most of them falling on his encircled arms, dampening his tattooed hands as your head falls under the weight of agony.
"Please- Hanma. Please let me go." You beg, sniveling, asking him in the most soft voice you could muster in your exhausted state, giving up fighting against him.
"I can't." He utters, helplessness glazing his words.
"W-why not?" You simper with the same helplessness, why was he doing this to you?
"Because I can't live without you."
You can't believe your ears. Was he lying straight through his teeth again?
Was this all a ploy to get you back so that he could treat you as his married housemaid again?
"Y-you're lying. You're l-lying to me again."
"I'm not." He sounds exasperated, tired even.
"N-no. You just want me back so that I can l-look after your house and w-warm your bed. You're l-lying." You nod profusely, more tears streaming down your face, repudiating his words.
"N-no, baby- Never."
"Please, let me go. I'm n-not worth your time." You utter, hiccuping, trying your best to push away the hands circling your waist.
"That's not true."
The broken whisper of his words make your heart palpitate.
A tendril of hope seems slither into your broken heart, trying to hold it together and heal it.
You don't have it in you to turn or face the man who brought you so much grief.
You're numb.
There's nothing left anymore; no fear, no pain, no feelings, nothing.
You'd let him do anything he wanted to without protest.
"Why did you find me?" You ask, "I'd- I'd finally learnt- learnt to forget."
A laugh bursts from your lips before you could stop it.
And it's not in a good way because he flinches a little, his hands around you loosening.
You push his hands away. Hating how easily he could bend you to his will.
Treating you like a pushover.
And how you'd let him.
You clutch the end of the island beside you and partially lean onto it, having no energy to support your weight on your legs.
"I've searched for you day and night for the past three and a half months. It wasn't fun- not even a bit. It was hell- Y/n. Hell. I've never- and I mean it when I say that I've never, never felt so empty and out of place in my own body my whole life."
Your breath catches at the last sentence, and hear the sound of something being lowered.
"N-never."
He confesses. It was only after a few moments that you realized what the erratic, uncontrolled sounds of breathing meant.
You steel yourself before turning around gingerly. Your eyes widen, stinging with new tears and lips form an 'o' at the sight in front of you.
Hanma Shuji was on his knees, folded into a Dogeza.
"I want to apologize to you, Y/n. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being such an awful h-husband. I'm sorry for leaving you alone when you needed me. I'm sorry for being ignorant, for being a fool, for being a bastard, and for c-cheating on you."
His head was touching the ground,
"You deserve so much better. But I'm selfish- I've always been too selfish, Y/n. Please forgive me."
Two palms push his shoulders, making him rise his head to look into your eyes.
"G-get up, Hanma. Get up. Don't apologize like that- get up." Hurried breaths and words are spoken to his ear, as you help him stand on his two feet.
"I've already forgiven you." You whimper, your small hands holding his big, calloused ones.
"Can't bring myself to hold a grudge against you. C-can't. Don't think I ever can."
His hands are brought to your chest, and he could swear that he felt the thumping of your heart rattling his bones.
"Y/n."
"Yeah?"
Your voice is like melting wax, melting his troubles, melting the walls of his heart.
"Please come back home with me. I promise to treat you better."
This time he's the one clutching your joined hands to his chest, to profess his fondness for you.
"H-Hanma. I c-can't." The lone tear rolls down your cheek, crushing his dreams of rebuilding his home with you.
"I can't go back there. Not after what I've been through. You may never understand what I've been through, Hanma, you will never understand."
He wasn't allowed to breathe a word as your hands dropped, curling into fists.
"To this day, those sheets haunt me."
His chest stutters, his breath catching when he gazes at the emptiness in your eyes.
"I lost my baby. My baby, Hanma. The only thing which felt like a blessing in this pathetic life of mine."
The membrane of his eyes were burning again, watching you take laboured breaths pumping out from your mouth.
"The hospital? You never once glanced at me. Walked out of the door as if I wasn't worth a damn other than carrying a child."
"I'm so sorry-"
"You DON'T KNOW the pain of losing a child, Hanma. You- you will never know how it is to lose a child, how traumatizing it is to have an extension of your soul stolen."
"You never will."
You were unrelenting with your words, like hits of poison to his blood, reminding the mistreatment he'd put you through.
"Remember that party? Your associate, K-Kiyomasa? Almost assaulted me- if not for Kisaki."
Rage had taken over you the moment you decided to revive the moments of the past. Gone was the weak little trophy wife.
"He's dead and reported missing for three months. Tortured him for a week and he didn't have the luck to see the light of the next day."
His words are solemn, but you could detect the hints of bare fury in them.
"What do you want?" Is your response to his statement, feeling reasonable after the satisfaction took you by surprise after hearing about your assaulter.
"Come back home. To me. To us." He pleads.
"There was no us the moment you decided to walk out on me, Hanma."
His golden eyes flicker bright, catching under the dim moonlight, knowing you were right, that he had no right to speak after the sins he committed.
He laughs. His 6'2 figure shakes as empty laughter fills your ear.
His shoulders are hunched, shaking as his eyes close, his laugh cracking at the end, like a fissure in his being, eyes glazing over with a torrent of hot tears as he bites his lip and dissolves into another peal of frayed laughter.
A large tatted hand runs over, wiping away the streaks of water and the mussed up dual tone hair from his face. And then he moves, a mild patter against the floor.
Step.
"I'm sorry, Y/n….I'm so fucking sorry."
Step.
"I'm so fucking pathetic. So fucking pathetic."
Step.
"Don't fucking deserve you. Or your tears."
Step.
"But no, I'm so fucking selfish. I'm so fucking selfish that I want you back. P-punish me, hate me, scream at me…..Hit me, if you must, but-"
Step.
"Come back."
Step.
"Please."
His voice is a whisper and it's beyond your understanding when you're backed up against the wall, one of his arms shakily pressing against the coolness of it, as he finally meets your eyes, shame written all over his gaze.
"I can't d-do without you." His voice breaks into a half-whimper, eyes closing as your own fills to the brim with tears yet again.
"I'm a fool. I'm a fucking fool for you."
And when he rests his eyes on you, you know he's telling the truth.
You know he's telling the truth as he tucks his bottom lip into his mouth to stop sounds from escaping his mouth, the look in his eyes nothing short of chagrin and tenderness.
And then slowly, very slowly, his head tips forward to yours, the small, intimate gesture of vulnerability from him conveying a million statements.
"I love you, Y/n."
Your lips part, wondering if you caught the words properly.
"I always have. Your absence from my life was what it took for me to realise that."
"You're joking-"
"Believe me when I say that I never joke about things like this. Hell, I've never loved a person before you came by. And it took my dumbass so long to realise that and I almost fucking lost you."
A shaky hand cups your cheek and you can't help but lean into it.
"I've missed you."
And there you are, bursting into another fit of tears, and as if on instinct, lugged him by the collar and mold your lips to his.
Funny how the bout of ire you'd held onto in the time of your grieving became fleeting the very second your lips moved against his, dissolving in this flickering torrent of passion, this unquenchable thirst scratching the back of your throats. Words left unsaid to him to remind him of the trangessions he'd committed were long forgotten by the time you registered the fact that you were in the same position as before, during your "honeymoon".
It was your choice to go back or stay here.
Yours.
When his swollen mouth connects to the thin skin on the column of your neck, you gasp at the delicacy of tingles running down your spine.
That's it, you think.
I give in.
And you did, tumbling face first into the feel of his kisses which left you feeling drunk, almost feverish as his fingers glided over your bare thighs finding the tight little ball of pleasure, rubbing slow but firm circles, and you're surprised with the desperation which quells in you, needing, craving more, prodding at some part of you relax and forget everything.
It kept on prodding at you, wanting to forget, to forget and relive the peak of climax again and again, the one he gave you with no intention but infatuation, golden hues colored a dark amber.
It came quicker than you thought it would, crying out his name like a plea, choking on your sobs when you pull at the long mop of his hair and kissing with this ferocity he all but accepted; both of you moaning in synchrony, the prick of salt in your kisses adding another dimension of pleasure as he parts from your lips, still joined by the transparent thread of saliva breaking when he shuffles off his pants.
The sound of fabric hitting the floor wakes you from this stupor of desire. Your eyes are still hazy as he meets yours, and hovers over you, covering your form with his warm one.
It finishes as soon as it starts.
Your walls are spasming around him in the span of minutes, loud breaths and moans of his name filling his ears as he praises you all the way. He hands flit over the marked patterns on your skin, appreciating the smooth lines as he hits the deepest parts in you. His hips rut in this comfortable rhythm that has your head spinning, mouth open and more moans of his name as the wetness between both your bodies forms a cool layer on your skins, a contrast to the heat buzzing inside the both of you like a volcano.
The volcano soon reaches its limit and erupts, painting your vision and your inner walls white, sonorous grunts and a few praises are kissed onto your forehead.
Cool air blows, and Hanma hugs you closer into his nakedness.
"Shuji?"
"What is it?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your nape.
"I have to tell you something." You say timidly, biting down your lip, a nervousness beginning to spread over the warmth in your chest.
"Then tell me, doll. I'll listen to you." Are his words and he nuzzles in your neck, causing you to stiffen. You're not sure he noticed but he did.
"I'm moving out from Japan, Shuji. I don't know when I'll be coming back. Not anytime soon."
Those two sentences break him completely.
He can't even find it in himself to get angry. The things he did to you were irreparable.
"Why?"
He sounds out of breath, and he is. It feels like someone was inserting a dagger over and over into his bled out heart and was twisting it.
"It's for myself. Therapy. I need a change of environment to forget and heal completely. That's it. I want to forgive you and forgive myself completely if I want to be normal again."
You're turning towards him, to show him the complete effect of what you've experienced.
He can't speak either. He too knows that he must let you go if he has to be worthy of you again.
But,
It hurts.
It hurts like a bitch.
It hurts more than any fight or brawl he's been part of.
Hell, they weren't even comparable to the heartache he was undergoing.
"When do you go?"
His voice is patient for your answer, internally cringing at his heart breaking when you speak again with the inhale of a breath.
"Tomorrow night."
"Where to?"
"I can't tell you." You whisper, looking away and hugging your arms, and it was for a good reason.
Both of you knew that he'd end up tailing you and it wouldn't be good for anyone.
Hanma sighs, tears rolling down the hardened bone of his cheek and laughs, not wanting to know anymore of your plans. It was justified, afterall. He was receiving his punishment.
He's the one to initiate touch towards you as you turn to the side at his seemingly cold chuckle.
"Let's just sleep, Shuji. I'm tired. So tired of living like this." You mutter, and he catches your drift.
"C'mere. Let's just sleep for now, yeah? Or do something you like?"
Guilt lays heavy like an anchor on his chest as he pressed into your familiar curves, falling asleep to the summation of your shared warmth.
When the morning comes, he has to go.
He doesn't want to.
And so didn't you.
"Should I come to drop you off at the airport?" Hanma inquires, adjusting his shirt as you make the bed.
You freeze.
"Are you sure you want me to heal?" Because if you come, i don't think I'd want to leave, you want to add, but all you hear is his bitter chuckle.
"Will you at least remain in touch with me?"
"No. I don't want anyone from my family or anybody finding out. I want to grow out of this."
You say, smiling at him, as he stands at your doorstep, but it's not happy.
It's far from it.
"I love you, Y/n." His large hands are cupping your face, tugging it upwards to peck your lips.
The ones he would remember every time he shared a bed with another woman. To forget.
To forget the spell you'd lulled him into.
To forget the duress of emotions you put him under each time he saw your figure trailing on the floors of his house, like the lonely figure of a maid on an aimless ship.
The very house where you believed you could find something.
"Me too."
And he leaves, closing the door with a slow click before his eyes betray him again.
3 years later
The door suddenly opens and a small giggle interrupts the serious discussion between the two executives.
The giggle resounds in Hanma's ears.
No.
There's no way.
There's no way she's back.
And even if she was, why would she come here out of all places?
"Ken! Our wedding invitation is- oh-"
The enthusiasm in the woman's voice is cut off immediately and the dark haired man behind the desk stands, looking between the two people.
"Babe- I'm so sorry I forgot to inform you. I had a sudden meeting rescheduled with one of my partners, Shuji Hanma. If you could please wait for me outside….."
The rest of his words are drowned out when your eyes land on each other.
Golden eyes are widened with shock. They never leave the figure of the radiant woman in the room, who was desperately trying to ignore the burning stare trained on her.
"Let's drop the act, Ken. I'm done running away from the past." Your words are soft as a small smile stretches your facial muscles.
"Y/n?-" He turns to Draken with a shocked, accusatory glance, but then he falters.
Oh, so this is how fate was punishing him till date.
Fate was a cruel bitch, alright.
"Yes, Hanma. I hope you're well. It's been a while." Your sweet smile makes the words on the tongue die down into a small nod as he forces himself to smile.
"I hope you're well, Y/n."
"You too."
God, you look so good.
That sundress did little to cover your radiance, and he couldn't blame the look of utter devotion in Draken's eyes when he side-eyed him.
He couldn't help but pity himself.
This was the woman he missed out on.
The one he ruined and made her so miserable that she lost the shine in her eyes, the very same shine which had him infatuated.
I deserve it, he tells himself.
She needed someone like Ryuguji.
Someone reliable, kind and understanding.
Someone who'd cherish every part of you, the feelings in Draken's dark eyes as clear as the day when Hanma saw him gazing at you.
He hated the man but he couldn't help but see how patient he was with you, and how comfortable you seemed to be when Draken brings you to his side.
It was time to drink until I forget, eh?
"Hanma….I have no other way to put it….."
Look at you, understanding the stiffness in his shoulders, lowering your voice when you notice his glare on the hand on your hip.
The hand which wasn't his.
"I'm getting married to Ken. And I've never been happier."
So this is why people die out of heartbreak.
"And about the divorce papers- Thank you…. you know, for understanding."
He could notice your discomfort now. Phrasing those words out loud is difficult for any person, specially for the one who suffered.
Hanma wanted to push himself off a cliff.
None of you say anything for a split second and it's almost sorrowful at how his heart seems to want to jump out of his chest and bleed onto the floor for you. So by deciding to be the nice person you are, you speak.
"I want you to come to our wedding."
"Y/n, what are you saying?-"
"Ken, let me speak, please. I've forgiven him."
This was it.
He merely suppressed a groan at the jab in his conscience.
The last three years without you was like a endless pool of gloom.
He'd come home, and would start to search for you. He'd look around for you, for the food on the table, only to find it empty and cold.
And your food- he almost shot a bullet into the chef's head he'd hired to replicate the taste of your cooking.
He's snapped out of his reverie when you argue with Draken in a small voice, a sigh leaving his lips, giving in because you manage to convince him and push him out of the room and close the door.
"Sorry about that. He can be really…." you tell him, "overprotective."
"I can definitely see that." He says, chuckling, but there's just so much of heartbreak in that laugh, your expression falls.
"Hanma, I'm sorry you had to find out like this-"
"Stop apologizing, doll. It makes me feel worse than I already feel."
You want to object at the choice of nickname but you don't. Not when you see the guilt on his face like wet paint.
You weren't lying when you said you were happy.
Because you were.
Draken had given you that.
He gave you enough time to forget and healed the both of you.
You finally let go of your little angel and moved on.
He saved you.
You'd stumbled on him at the airport, and it turned out that you both were going to the same place, in the same plane.
So when it turned out that you both shared the seats next to each other, you knew you couldn't avoid his inquisitive gaze for long.
You ended up telling every single detail about it.
One of the good things about first class tickets is the fact that you have complete privacy.
In the span of fourteen hours, Draken, your high school flame, knew your life story.
You didn't know what compelled you to tell him, his eyes, his kind countenance, the maturity in his face, the warmth in his hold, you didn't know.
You felt safe and as any human would, you held onto the thing which left you sane.
Fast forward to 3 years, and here you were, becoming a newer and a better version of yourself, and ready to tie yourself to the man who actually wanted you since the start.
You can only give him a small smile and hand a freshly printed invitation card to your ex.
A black card, with Draken and your full names in dainty lettering, classy yet fancy.
"I'll be leaving then, if you don't mind. I still have to distribute these. Please attend if you can, I'd like it if you do."
You're over him, of course. You don't feel a thing when you remember the time you spent with him.
And that, makes you more happy than you should be.
The wind in his lungs is knocked out when you briefly hug your ex-husband and pull back just as quickly.
It lasted for mere seconds.
He still loved you, he realised, when his heart picked up by a few paces.
You're already out of the door, closing it behind you before he could get a chance to speak.
The day of the wedding
He knew it was too late to turn back as he found himself standing outside the venue of your wedding.
It was a garden. A garden transformed into a paradise of white and pastel colours, like a fairyland. He could see the appreciation in the eyes of the guests and their chattering.
Hanma doesn't know what to do anymore.
Drowning himself in copious amounts of whiskey and vodka, hadn't worked, obviously, because that ache in his heart had become more apparent and throbbing.
It was like something was tearing him apart, piece-by-piece, like a jigsaw puzzle blown out of proportion. There was this weird, lung-crushing pain that got inside him, ate him inside out and ripped him apart.
He's standing behind the seats, hidden from most people when you arrive.
Bedecked from head to toe in pure happiness, your eyes are brimming with tears, with love, with devotion so pure that he himself is moved to tears. Your pure white gown wraps around you like a glove, hands shakily clutching the bouquet of white roses in a strong grip.
You've never been so sure of yourself.
As the music plays in the background and he's the only one you can see.
The love of your life.
Draken.
You'd loved him when he was a teenager, and it almost felt like redemption when he was pushed into your life by the hands of some unknown benefactor.
You were determined not to let him go or push him away just because of the mistakes one man had committed.
He didn't deserve it.
Not after the nights you spent awake with each other, curled up into his chest as he simply rubbed your back and took away the fear of your nightmares. Not after the kisses he pressed to your temple, hardened black eyes softening when you prodded at him. Not after the endless amount of tenderness he showered in you, not after the lone tear which slipped down his smooth cheekbones when you told him about your sweet, rainbow baby.
Not after he uttered the words "I love you" in the most soul-crushingly pained voice as you both got soaked in the sudden rain during one of your 'book dates', when you weren't even sure about the tight and mellow feeling in your chest.
You weren't sure if you were ready, but he showed you.
Showed you what you were capable of. Held your hand and guided you away from your darkness, like a lighthouse guiding an almost sinking ship to the solid ground. Towards stability.
He saved you.
Each passing day, since the past three years, Hanma hoped you'd come back, return to him, hoping everything will get right one day only to lead him to open another door of disappointment as the sun greeted him like a rude, burning slap to his face.
He couldn't do anything about it anymore. Everything had become so dull, lifeless and cold and he'd gotten tired and fell asleep to pain buried in his soul, ebbing away his mind, smothering it.
He can only watch as a spectator as you finish your vows, dried tears on both your cheeks, throwing your arms around Draken's neck and press your lips to his sealing the bond with a kiss.
The next passing second is filled with people rushing inside the venue to cover themselves from the rain.
But there you are, giggling, as you and your now husband kiss without a care for anything and the guests can only fawn over your lovestruck behaviour.
He still has questions.
And answers he'll never get.
Hanma Shuji has never felt more agony as water soaks him from head to toe. Heavy gold earrings swishing as he shakes his head at the realization hitting him like a truck.
That's it.
She's happy. She's the happiest I've ever seen her and she deserves it.
"I'll be going now, Y/n. Take care of yourself for me."
The sound of rain and the beats of his heart intensify.
You're still kissing him.
"Letting go means coming to a realisation that some people are a part of your history but not a part of your destiny."
These were the words Draken had told you one night, when he was talking about his ex, Emma.
And you stood by it. And stuck to it.
Because you believed you deserved more.
"Have a great life, doll. You deserve it all."
He was already out in the rained-soaked streets, reliving the memories of you for the last time, before he closed the sole glacé chapter of his life.
You'd waited to see if your ex had arrived, but after a while, you decided that whether he'd come or not, this was your special day. This was your day with your man. You were not going to let any reminders of your past hinder your current happiness and decided to fully indulge in the presence of your friends and family.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is the fact that the other person already did. They no longer care or crave for you the same way they did.
Or at times, you were too late, like Hanma over here.
Too late because by the time you finally came to your senses, the person whom you love no longer needs you.
Love and loss are two faces of the same coin.
Where there is love, there is also loss. And vice versa.
If letting go means the happiness of your loved one, then so be it. They deserve it afterall.
It's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.
Because sometimes, leaving is for the better.
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“What are we? I mean, really?”
then “It’s better this way.”
gadge prompt for drabble pls!
I did two versions of this, but ended up liking this one more, so here you go. It's kind of a childhood friends!au.
summary: gale hawthorne always wanted to join the army, and now that panem's at war, he sees the perfect opportunity for it. for him, it's almost like a dream come true. almost. because there's one person he doesn't want to leave behind.
word count: 734
It was late, even for Madge Undersee and her midnight reads, to show up at his porch. But then again, it was late for Gale to be outside too. According to his wrist watch, it was 4:38 when he first saw her doll-like silhouette walking towards the house.
A smile took over his face almost immediately, mirroring her own.
It threatened to disappear as soon as the first words came out of her mouth.
- I've been told you're gonna break up with me. - She smirked making her way to the stairs, to sit beside him.
- Who told you that? - He jested, not looking up at her.
He's never telling Katniss anything, ever again.
- A little bird who sings in the meadow. - Madge voiced jokingly, not that he didn't know. She was the only one Gale had talked to about it. - But i do have a question.
- You wanna know if it's true or not.
- I want to know... - She sighed, shifting her weight from one leg to another, then finally sitting down - What are we?
- Madge...
- I mean, really. What are we?
- You're my girl. - Gale blurted out simply. It was the truest thing in his universe, the only way he found to say it.
Because while yes, they kissed, cuddled, and took care of each other when sick, there had never been an official label.
They weren't just friends, that he knew for certain. He looked out for her everyday, and felt a mix of extreme anger and heartbreaking pain whenever she was hurt. She'd come to his house for sunday meals and play with his siblings, help his mom with the dishes. He'd feel jealous when somebody asked her out.
There wasn't a label. She was his girl, and that was it.
- Okay. - Madge answered, a tiny pleased smile in her lips once again. At least she wasn't mad at him - And what does that mean?
- Right now? It means that i love you.
- So why are you breaking up with me? We've never... God, we've never been attached to the boyfriend-girlfriend titles, have we?
True, he thinks to himself, they never seemed right anyway. What he and Madge shared... It was stronger than any kind of stupid title.
- I'm going to the army in two weeks - He says, instead of the thousands of words stuck in his throat, all about how he didn't wanna do it - And I don't want you to wait for me.
- Why?
- I want you to be happy, Princess. I don't want you to hold on to something that'll potentially end terribly. I could die, you know.
- Don't say that. - She whimpered - Don't ever say that.
Madge knew it was gonna happen eventually, of course. They talked about it for years, and she'd always laugh when it was brought up, as if she didn't think he'd actually, voluntarily, go through with it.
It certainly didn't seem funny right now.
- Sorry - He muttered. - I won't say it again.
Madge squeezed her eyes shut, a comum reaction of hers to hold back tears. Gale thought of something else to say, a way to comfort her.
Before he could even open his mouth, she leaned in to kiss him.
His hand found her hair in record time, and she kept pulling him closer and closer. Their mouths felt like a perfect match. He didn't want to go, not if it meant never getting one of those kisses again.
Gale hoped she wouldn't ask him to give up on going, because heavens know he would. He'd do anything for her, burn down the world if she wanted to.
- See, that's what I'm talking about - He smiled weakly when they stopped, still breathless - Your kisses are too good to never be given to anybody else if we don't see each other again.
- And if we do?
If we do, I'll ask you to be my only one.
- If we do, Princess... We'll talk about it then. Okay? It's better this way.
- Okay. - She said, side hugging him. - Can i at least write to you?
She shouldn't, Gale knows she shouldn't. But he doesn't have any logical reasons to explain why, or the strength to deny her possible last wish to him, so he nods.
He's never been religious, but while he's kissing her hair, he prays to come out of the war zone alive, for her.
Because, for the first time, he feels like he has to.
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Where The Wild Roses Grow - An August Walker Story - 3
You can find the previous parts on my masterlist
Pairing: August Walker x OFC (Fern)
Summary: Don't screw the crew? This doesn't work for August Walker
Warnings: Smut, Sex, 18+, NSFW, unprotected sex, rough sex, slapping, kinda soft August
Unbeta'ed! English is not my mother tongue, so please be lenient with me
Disclaimer: I don't own August Walker (but he owns me...)
Pics for the header taken from Pinterest.
Taglist: (let me know if you want to be added or removed)
@lunedelorient @inlovewithhisblueeyes @willkatfanfromasia @hell1129-blog @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @kebabgirl67 @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective @summersong69 @taebfada @xxxkatxo @madbaddic7ed @artandotherdelights
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Chapter 3
Fern
So, today's the day. I'm going on a date. The first in I-don't-know-how-long. Two years, three years, I don't remember. After my long time relationship with Max went down the drain I didn't want to date and here in London there was just no opportunity. To be honest I'm quite nervous. I mean, I don't know much about Lucas and I haven't interacted with a lot of people since I'm in London. Actually just with my neighbor Sloane and her wife Jackie, who are very nice and we have a little chat from time to time and with Peter and August and our clients of course. But that's it. That's pathetic you say? Yeah, maybe you're right but that's just the way it is and it's okay. Basically I like my life the way it is, I love my work, I enjoy my affair with August but deep down inside I crave intimacy, tenderness and a life outside the office. So I'm really looking forward to this date and to getting to know Lucas a little better.
I'm sitting in my car right now. I'm ten minutes early so I have enough time to check my make-up -I think I look alright- and to straighten my clothes. I get out of my car and check my reflection in the metallic paint of my Classic Mini Cooper. I'm wearing a light blue summer skirt, a plain white sleeveless shirt and white loafers. I considered wearing the blue dotted dress but I can't wear it without thinking of August so it wasn't really an option.
I lurk around the corner and there he is. Lucas is waiting for me at the entrance of the museum, checking his watch repeatedly. He looks good with his blond hair and the blue eyes, not extraordinarily handsome like August but attractive. A John Doe but in a good way. Okay, guess it's time to go. Wish me luck!
There was really no reason to be nervous, Lucas is really nice and charming, the perfect gentleman. He knows a lot about art and I love how he shares his knowledge with me but never mansplains. He's not a bit arrogant or bossy, unlike many other men. August for example. Speaking of which, I think I spend too much time with him. When Lucas and I were walking around the museum I thought I saw August from the corner of my eye. Twice! I must be hallucinating or something.
Right now I'm standing at the souvenir shop waiting outside for Lucas who wants to buy a present for his son Milo who lives in Liverpool with his mum, Lucas' ex-wife. We're done with the exhibition and he asked me if I want to have a coffee with him in a cafe nearby. I said yes. I really enjoy his company and it feels so good to finally do something that has nothing to do with my work.
A loud noise suddenly startles me. It sounds like someone has dropped a glass that's smashed to pieces. I spin around quickly to localize the noise source and that's when I see him. It's really him. August Walker in the flesh, standing behind a pillar, watching me.
I stare at him, surprised, or to put it more precisely, stunned. What the hell is he doing here?
He gives me a nonchalant smile and strolls in my direction as if it was the most natural thing to meet me here.
"Fern. What a lovely surprise."
Is he kidding me? Lovely? He never uses words like this, they are not part of August Walker's vocabulary.
"August. What are you doing here?" I don't feel the need to exchange polite phrases.
"Enjoying the exhibition."
"Oh really?" I cross my arms in front of my chest.
"Yes. Why would you doubt it?" He smiles innocently and it makes me mad.
"Because you're not interested in art."
"Well, I am now."
"I took both tickets because you said you didn't want to go." I point out.
"I changed my mind and bought a ticket."
I take a deep breath and roll my eyes. I can't even explain why I'm so annoyed by the fact that he's here.
"So? Where's your date?" he asks en passant.
Now it dawns on me.
"Is that the reason you're here? Are you spying on me?"
August's face hardens and he looks at me with a frown. "I'm not spying. I'm just keeping an eye on you."
"I don't need a babysitter, August."
"You don't know anything about the guy, Fern. He could be dangerous."
He comes one step closer and is standing right in front of me now, our bodies almost touching.
"He's not dangerous. He's a teacher at a primary school."
"That's what he says." He almost whispers. It's ridiculous.
"Why would he lie to me?"
"Because maybe he wants to cover up his true identity."
I laugh out loud. "Like what? Like an undercover agent or something. You think he's after you?"
August gives me a death stare, his lips pressed together to a thin line. "Exactly. And he wouldn't be the first." His voice is only a low growl. "I mean, come on, Fern. He sees you for what -5 minutes maybe?- and asks you out? Can he really be that smitten by you?"
I stare at him, his words cut right into my heart, and I try to hide it by being even more sarcastic than usual.
"Oh, you mean you find it more likely that he's a spy, sent by the government to get to you, than the simple thought that he's attracted to me and therefore asked me out? Wow, I mean, that's flattering, August. So basically you're saying I'm so uninteresting that it's not a realistic scenario that a man meets me and wants to date me?"
"That's not what I meant, Fern. All I'm saying is…"
"Hi." I freeze when I hear Lucas' voice. I step back to bring a little space between me and August and turn around.
"Lucas. Did you find something for Milo?"
"Yes. I did." He gives August a funny look and things are getting pretty awkward. I clear my throat.
"Um, Lucas. This is my boss. August Walker. We just bumped into each other."
"Lucas Bellingham. Nice to meet you." Lucas gives August a nod and August gives him a forced smile in return.
"Yeah. Nice to meet you."
I can't believe he used to be an agent, since he's such a bad actor.
"Well, I'll leave you to it. Fern, see you on Monday."
"Sure."
He leans in, grabs me by my elbows and kisses me goodbye french style. Two times. Right. Left. Mua. Mua. What the fuck? After the second innocent peck on my cheek I feel his breath hot against my ear. "You look hot in that skirt. Be a good girl and wear it on Monday."
His soft words sent shivers down my spine and at the same time I'm fuming with anger.
All he can expect from me on Monday is a cold shoulder and a lecture.
August
Okay, that monitoring operation on Saturday didn't go exactly as planned. I guess I'm a little out of practice. Of course Fern wasn't supposed to see me nor was her date. Lucas Bellingham. A boring name for a boring guy. I checked his record, of course I did. How, you ask? I'm sorry but I can't tell you. If I would I'd have to kill you.
Hey, don't be so shocked, I'm just kidding. Really. Relax.
Anyway, I have ways and means to do a background check on someone and Lucas seems to be legit. On first sight that means. I told Pete to dig a little deeper, just to be sure. He has his ways and means too. I promised Fern she'd be safe with me when I hired her and I'm a man of my word. I'm not going to expose her to any kind of danger. And no matter what she says, it definitely is possible that someone is sending an undercover agent to spy on me or Peter. Could be the US authorities or the MI5 or someone from my past, there's no lack of enemies, I've pissed off a lot of people and I know one day I will regret it. You know what they say. Karma is a bitch.
Well, here she comes.
"Good Morning, Fern."
"Morning."
Okay. A look that could kill and no skirt. Tight black jeans and a turtleneck sweater. All buttoned-up. Okay, woman, I get it. You're mad at me. She goes straight to her office and I follow her and sit down on the edge of her desk. She doesn't even look at me but starts typing something into her computer.
"Are you alright?"
"Of course I am."
"Really? You don't even look at me."
She takes a deep breath before her eyes meet mine.
"Just stay out of my way today, August."
I know I should take the hint and leave her alone but I can't. I don't take orders. Not from her, not from anyone anymore. I'm the one in charge, she should know that.
"What if I don't want to?" I give her a smug smile.
"I don't care what you want. Just fuck off."
"Woman." I growl. "Who do you think you're talking to? I'm still your boss."
"Then let me do my work. Boss." She holds my gaze and I know I'm going to lose any kind of staring contest with her so I decide to change my tactics. I hop off her desk and sit down in a chair.
"I just don't get why you're in such a bad mood." I try to smile and I have a feeling that it makes me look like an idiot. Fern furrows her brows. "Oh really. You have no idea?"
"Is this about Saturday?"
"Yes, you bloody genius, of course it is. Your behaviour was beyond the pale."
"My behaviour? I was visiting an exhibition. Just like you."
"Don't give me that, August."
I stare at her. What does she want from me? I did nothing wrong goddamn.
"I was just trying to protect you, Fern. You tend to trust people too easily."
Her eyes shoot daggers at me and god, that's so sexy. Why the hell isn't she wearing that bloody skirt like I told her?
"People like you, you mean?"
Ouch. That hurts.
"I don't need you to protect me, okay? Not in a situation like this. Fuck, August. It was just a date with a harmless guy in a public place. What was he supposed to do? Kidnap me? Murder me?"
I don't know how to respond to this so I just shrug it off but the way she looks at me tells me she expects me to say something.
"I was just trying to keep my promise, Fern. You know I guaranteed your safety and I guess you have no idea how many people want to see me dead. You never know what they are up to and when someone new appears on the scene I get suspicious. This has nothing to do with you. It's just me and maybe I overshot the mark." The next words are the hardest part but I know if I want her to wear a skirt or dress ever again I have to say them. "I'm sorry."
Her face softens a little.
"Just don't do it again, August. My private life is none of your business."
I nod and I really want to know if she's going to see him again but I don't ask.
The next few days totally suck.
Tuesday: blue jeans and a cold shoulder. Shit.
Wednesday: skinny jeans and distant behaviour. Goddamn.
Thursday: A jumpsuit and a little smalltalk but not much more.
She's driving me crazy and she knows it. If she keeps on acting so stubborn she must not be surprised if I don't want her anymore. Ah fuck, who am I trying to fool. Truth is I want her more than ever. I want to fuck that distant look off her face. I want her to moan my name. I want her to obey. To give in. To acknowledge that I'm in charge.
On Friday I don't expect much, but to my big surprise and relief she shows up wearing the blue dotted dress she wore when I took her for the first time. I give her a glance when she walks past my office with swaying hips and she returns it. She even smiles at me.
Okay, I have to get rid of Peter. Asap. I go to his office and close the door behind me.
"August?"
"Peter. Go home."
"Excuse me?"
"Leave. Work from home today."
He leans back in his chair and crosses his arms with a frown.
"Why?"
"Because I say so."
He snorts and turns to his laptop again.
"Fuck off, August."
I roll my eyes and sigh.
"Please." I say through clenched teeth. "I need some time to talk to Fern."
"Talk, huh?"
"We had a little fight the other day and now it seems she's willing to forgive me." I know I sound desperate and Peter looks at me again. "Yeah. I know about your visit to the museum. And you think you can get back into her pants today."
She told him about it? This takes me by surprise. But I don't say a word and he knows me well enough to interpret it as a yes.
"You know my opinion on your little affair."
"I do and you know it's none of your business."
"Right." He hesitates and scratches his chin. "Well, do what you think you have to do. I'm going to have breakfast in the little cafe around the corner and try to get the number of the hot waiter. You have an hour." He gets up and grabs his wallet and his phone.
"Thanks, Pete."
"I'm not doing this for you, August. I'm doing this for our business and my future. If you and Fern don't talk you can't do your job properly and this could ruin everything we have built up yet. So get your shit together and return to normal. Whatever it takes."
He leaves and I can tell he's pissed but well, he's gone and that's all that matters. I go straight to Ferns office and now that I'm standing right in front of her I'm so aroused and full of anticipation I feel like I'm about to explode with lust and I'm sure I look like a predator. She looks at me and slowly stands up.
"You've been a really bad girl." I growl.
"Is that so?" She bats her lashes innocently. Oh, her audacity.
"Yes." I murmur. "You kept me waiting for four days."
"You deserved it." Heavens, she's really a challenge.
"I'm gonna show you what you deserve, woman."
Two wide strides and I'm standing right next to her. I grab her by her waist, spin her around and bend her over her desk before I lift her dress and rip her panties into shreds. I press her down with one hand between her shoulder blades and unzip my trousers with the other. My dick is so hard it hurts. I don't waste time. I enter her without any kind of preparation or the slightest hint of foreplay. I wanna punish her by being raw and ruthless but she won't let me. She is wet. So fucking wet and she takes me as well as usual. Sighing with lust when I stretch her pussy. Moaning when I start to fuck her deep and fast. I let out a moan too. "You're so wet. You've been looking forward to this." I hiss into her ear while railing her so hard that the desk moves under us. "I've been all wet since the moment I put on the dress." Her voice is dripping with desire. "I've missed your dick so much."
I keep on fucking her with long, deep movements and when I slap her ass out of the blue she cries out my name. "August." She likes it, oh yes she does. She likes it a lot. I can tell by her moans that get even louder. I've never done this before though I wanted to, but I was scared she might not like it or think I'm a perv and tell me to fuck off. I move faster and we are both gasping and panting like never before. I'm close and so is she. I can feel it.
"Again." She begs. Oh how I like the sound of it.
"What did you say, pretty?"
"Again. August. Please."
"Do you think you deserve it?"
"Yes."
"You want it?"
"Yes."
"Say it."
"Slap my ass, August. Please."
She's a whimpering mess now and I slap her again. Harder this time. She shrieks and it sounds incredibly hot. I go on and on and after the fifth slap I feel her come. Her walls clench around me and her legs shake. "Fuck...oh god. August…" Her sweet little cunt milks my cock and when I cum too I throw my head back and sigh her name softly till my orgasm is over. I press a kiss on her back and give her ass a few gentle strokes to sooth the pain. I bet it stings, her cheek is crimson red. I pull out reluctantly. I feel the strange urge to stay inside of her but I fight it. She turns around and looks at me with a smirk. She licks her lips and it's obvious how much she's enjoyed this.
And so have I.
I enjoyed it and I've missed it.
I've missed her.
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Their Doll 6
Righteous and Condescending
B.Barnes x Reader, S.Rogers x Stark!Reader
series synopsis: y/n Stark, all records of her non existent, and yet Hydra still find her. When she is kidnapped by a certain super-soldier and no one believes her, she finds herself searching for unexpected familiarity in her not-so-distant past.
Series Warnings: smut, violence, torture, swearing
Chapter Summary: Tony and Steve are dicks
Warnings: angst (I think), swearing
A/n: The timeline in this has been altered, as there I things I wanted to include but I also wanted this fic to follow the storyline/timeline of Winter Soldier and Civil war.So for purposes of this fanfic, Peter Parker was discovered by Tony at a much younger age - when he was bitten - and has been an intern with him since, almost like a protégée.(For the purposes of this story Peter was bitten much younger too - more like when he was 9 or ten rather than 14/15)
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"You're kidding, right?" Tony drawled, chewing obnoxiously on another blueberry. When Bruce didn't respond, Tony frowned slightly, turning to Steve. "He is kidding, right? I mean, she doesn't even look like Lily!" Tony said harshly, but Steve wonky sighed heavily before closing his eyes for a moment. When he opened them he passed Tony the sheet of paper that held all of his answers.
Tony snatched the piece of paper from Steve's hand, eyes running over the black ink cynically over and over until he finally looked back up at the table of avengers. Bruce and Steve had hard expressions, whilst Thor and Clint looked genuinely amused with the situation, and y/n had a resentful glint in her eye.
Now that she met him again, seen him up close, she couldn't help her bitter tone as she snapped.
"How's Peter?" Her eyes were cold - colder than ice as she glared at Tony, hand balling into fists in her lap. Tony gulped, eyes darting around the room and avoiding her's.
"At school," he said slowly, "and living with his aunt May." Y/n scoffed, rolling her eyes and crossing her arms.
"I'm surprised you even let that kid out of your sight. I mean come on, Dad, we're to too busy pampering your little protege to even spare a week to come and find me? Do I mean that little to you?" Y/n asked, a glint of tears now in her eyes. Tony made a face, as if he'd been wrongly accused, and held his hands out in defence.
"Come on, kiddo, that's hardly fair - he was only young, and struggling at that." Y/n gasped at her father.
"And I wasn't? After years of loving me you just decided he needed more than me? It hurt, dad, and I tried to tell you that but you didn't listen!" Y/n's voice broke on the last word, a tart finally slipping from her welling eyes.
"Maybe you should take this to another room?" Bruce asked weakly but his comment was lost the second Tony began talking.
"You think that kid didn't need my love too? His parents died, y/n! It's not like I just picked him up from the streets and discover he had superpowers!" Tony almost shouted, his raise in voice making y/n flinch. Her eyes blew wide at his statement and the man seemed to realise what he'd said the second her reaction was seen.
"I-I didn't mean to-"
"Mean to what, dad? Didn't mean to abandon me? Didn't mean to let HYDRA torture me, force me to kill for them?" Y/n interrupted, completely ignoring the bulging eyes glued on her and Tony as they bickered.
"Y/n, I-"
"You what? Are you sorry, dad? Do you feel bad?" She snapped, pushing harshly from her chair and standing inches in front of him. "Well fuck you, because you were so wrapped up with your little Spider-man project that you forgot me. And I deserve better than that." Y/n stormed away, fists clenched at her side as she tried not to punch her dad or anyone else in her fit of rage.
"Y/n!" Steve called after her, but the girl was already gone. Steve was out of his seat a second later, charging after the girl who he considered completely out of line. "Y/n!" Steve snapped, wrapping his nimble yet thick fingers around her bicep and spinning the girl to face him when he caught up to y/n.
"What the do you want, Rogers?" Y/n seethed, face burning with anger.
"You're completely out of line, cut it out." Steve grit through his teeth, grip on her arm only tightening as he pulled y/n closer to him. It was like they were sharing the same air, with how close he was now standing to her.
"So you're telling me that if you saw the man who left you to die - or worse - for the first time in years, you wouldn't be angry too?" Y/n demanded.
"Yeah, but unlike you, I wouldn't react so brashly." Steve countered. Y/n raised her brows.
"Oh, really?" She challenged.
"Really." Steve confirmed, jaw clenching and unclenching. "If you want to remain here, without rotting in a cell, I suggest you straighten out your attitude."
"Oh yeah? And what're you gonna do about it? I hardly doubt Natasha would approve, and Thor seemed very fond of me." Y/n smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. Steve's jaw clenched again and he quickly pushed her backwards.
Y/n made a 'hmph' noise as her back collided with the wall, air rushing from her lungs rather unpleasantly.
"I'd watch your mouth if I were you, little one." Steve was now the one seething, whilst y/n had become rather amused at his little 'lecture'. "I'm the one pulling the strings around here, so you better watch it." He continued, before pushing away from her and turning to walk down the hall. Before he was out of range, he called over his shoulder, "I want you down in the gym and ready to train in ten. Don't be late."
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"Harder." He demanded, arms crossed as he watched y/n punch the bag. "I said harder, y/n, not faster." Steve scolded, frowning as the girl seemed to think speed was much better than technique.
Y/n's knuckles were sore from punching the bag repeatedly, the wraps that once acted as a thin barrier between her skin and the bag long gone as they'd unraveled after the relentless punching. Steve had scolded her about that, of course, remarking scornfully about how if she'd wrapped them better it wouldn't be an issue. He had done nothing but criticise her - from the way y/n wrapped her fists down the the damn way that her fist hit the bag.
She could do nothing right, in his eyes, and it was infuriating. They had been at it for three hours, and Steve had only allowed two drinks breaks over the whole course of that time. They started on hand-to-hand combat, and when Steve decided she couldn't even punch him right, he had taken it upon himself to teach her. And now here they were, two hours in and Steve was still making the same criticisms. It was hard to tell whether y/n just wasn't listening to him or if Steve just didn't like her.
It was most probably both.
"That's enough." Steve finally said and y/n came to a halt, breathing so heavily it was as if she'd been exercising for hours with no break-
Oh wait. She had.
"Let's take a look at your aim." Steve decided, already walking towards the target practice. Y/n finally caught her breath, striding over to join the super Soldier and picking up a belt from the rack on the nearby wall - one filled with an array of throwing knives that she'd been itching to use once she'd gotten in there.
Despite wanting to use them, y/n couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness - tinged with nostalgia - when she eyes the knives, the silver, glimmering blades only reminding her of The Soldier, and how he'd been left behind. Not that she figured he minded, after all, he never seemed to mind being HYDRA's assassin as long as he got fed.
"C'mon, Stark, let's hope your aim is much better than your punch. For your sake." Y/n clenched her teeth. Did he not remember she was a trained killer and assassin by HYDRA? Or was he just that self-righteous and condescending? The question was swiftly answered, and in the following moments y/n chose the latter option.
Y/n set herself up, pulling her shoulders back she made sure her stance was correct - just like the soldier taught her - and her wrist was loose - just like the soldier taught her - and threw. The knife pierced just to the right of the minuscule centre point, y/n's breathing steady and yet still heavy.
"Almost. Fix your stance."
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Unsteady Keys: Chapter 6
Authors notes: This chapter is really short. I wasn't overly sure if this was a good stopping point or not for it. I also will not be posting the next couple of chapters for sometime. My messages and asks are always open.
Word count: 2,192
Part 5 Part 7
Warnings: I can't think of any for this exact chapter. If there is any please inform me.
Requests are open
I think her vision finally cleared because with the way her eyes flickered between Ethan and I. I knew one of us was in for a rude awakening and I certainly knew it wasn't me.
She moved before I could stop her and I winced at the impact of her palm to his face. The sound of it echoed off the walls in the seemingly abandoned office. My wife wasn't thinking like a federal agent and how that just crossed too many lines. She was thinking as herself and that probably wasn't a good thing.
'He trusted you! He invited you to our wedding and you were involved in kidnapping him!?! I can't believe this! You bastard! Why are you not in a holding cell?! Better yet, why are you not in an interrogation room!?' She was vibrating in my grasp as her voice got louder and louder. She was no longer filled with the overwhelming emotions she was dealing with earlier; she's now just one big bundle of rage.
I should be trying to stop her. I really should but it was so rare when she let her emotions get the better of her that I didn't wanna stop her. I was sorta enjoying it. That is until she turned to me and glared.
She shook with anger as she looked at me. Like a small puppy trying to hold in a bark. The longer she stared the more she shaked. She was trying to control herself. One of her rules that she made of her own choice was that she'd never yell at me. I told her how preposterous that was. Sometimes I deserve to get yelled at.
The rule was made due to past trauma of hers that definitely doesn't need to be brought up or discussed in front of Ethan. He didn't need anymore ammo to use against us. I'm not sure that he would but I couldn't take any chances. Not anymore then I already have anyway.
I had enough time to catch Ethan's gaze before I watched my wife storm out of Morgan's old office.
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I paced around the bullpen until Tara told me if I didn't stop I was gonna leave a tread mark in the carpet. I couldn't help but laugh. I sounded exhausted. I felt dead on my feet but I couldn't close my eyes. I knew that if I did all I would see was Spencer being hurt and tortured. Me being right there only to have him look at me like I meant nothing to him. Like I was nothing. Maybe I was but right now wasn't the time to dwell on that thought.
I looked at her and then at the board of all the victims. 'Do you think it's possible that what Reid said is true? That Ethan didn't have a choice? That Ethan isn't fully in on it? They were kidnapping and killing victims that look like me for Christ sake.' I turned away from the board and through my hands up in frustration before I let them fall to my sides. 'Is Lindsey Vaughn even in on this? We have an eye witness identifying Ethan and here he is walking about as a free man. All because he has Genius in there believing he is innocent!' I could feel my aggravation getting the better of me again.
My palm still stung from the slap I gave him earlier. I knew it wasn't protocol but I didn't care. He deserved it. All I wanted to do was scream. It wasn't fair. God I needed to sleep. I glanced at the analog clock on the wall. I've officially been up for 4 days now. Which honestly wasn't anything overly new. If I didn't take my medication regularly even without everything going in sleep would still eluded me. Insomnia is definitely a cunt. My mind never knew how to shut off. Playing records of things I didn't want to see or hear. It had been 4 days since a proper meal. I began to wonder when someone would notice and tell Emily to send me home.
A part of me hoped someone did another part just wanted to close this case and arrest all those involved. I was sick of Cat always having the upper hand on us in this case. I ran my hands over my face and sighed. I think it's time for a wake up call for our sleeping kitten.
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When I came into view of Cat Adam's I saw that Spencer was already in there grilling her about what she'd done to Ethan. Asking if Lindsey was the true unsub all along. He was making assumptions completely based off the fact that he knew Ethan. I understood truly I did but he was being biased he can't seriously excuse that his college friend was a kidnapper. Whether being manipulated and played like a puppet on strings he was still a kidnapper and the victims deserved proper justice.
'So you're telling me that you're not the one behind this really Cathrine? I doubt that. I really do. He has photos of me in Mexico. Drugged laying next to Nadie Ramos dead! Don't tell me you had nothing to do with this and it was all just Lindsey!' His voice was nearly ruptured the speaker when I turned it on. He was so loud. He was so angry that I myself flinched. I don't see how she could just sit there looking at him unfazed as if this was normal for him.
I watched as she leaned forward making herself look like a viper ready to strike.
'Spencie If I knew Ethan being evolved would have you so worked up I would have done it sooner.' She smiled at him. 'I however did not plan on you being taken. You being apart of it like that wasn't part of the plan.' She leaned her head on her hand. That's when I realized he had taken off her restraints. What was he doing?
'My only goal was to make you squirm in discomfort as your precious wife went missing. With the chance of her being another victim on the side of the road. Ya know I don't go for the throat Baby boy. I go for the mind.' She laughed as she swiped his hair out of his face. He let her.
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I was furious with everything that had happened. Ethan being evolved I almost through me off the edge. Then her saying that the goal was for it to be Y/n and not me made me see red. I needed to remind myself that I needed to remain calm. If I didn't I wouldn't get anything out of her besides her lust filled obsession of me being angry with her.
To be honest I did think about playing into her desire for me. It would have been an easy choice. A simple one. I could have gotten away with it if it wasn't for the fact that my wife was already upset with me.
I didn't mean to do it but I did end up leaning into Cat's touch when she moved my hair out of my face. I was disgusted with myself. I was a better man than this. Yet here I was mesmerized by her eyes as they watched me with the curiosity of a wolf preying on sheep. Only I was a wolf in sheep's clothing.
How easy it would be to deduce Cat Adams into nothing but statistics and profiling. She wanted to have me squirm in misery but It would be so easy to have her broken and on her knees for me.
I pulled away immediately once I realized what I had done. 'You are threatening a federal agent not to mention you are an accomplice to what happened. Even if I wasn't the target. You still knew who took me and who else was involved and you still chose silence. '
A smirk formed on my face as I moved my chair closer to her. Pulling it around the metal table and on her side of it. I leaned in really close to her ear. To be fair I had no idea if anyone was watching or listening but I wasn't about to take anymore chances.
I gently moved her hair behind her ear as I leaned in closer to whisper. 'If anything would have happened to my wife or Ethan I would certainly be the one in an orange jumpsuit.' My hand slipped up to her throat not squeezing hard but with enough pressure to remind her of the time I had been this close to her last. 'I would watch the life drain from you and sleep well. I know how much you love when people see the resemblance between you and I.' My hand tightened before I slung it off her with such force she wobbled a little in her chair.
Cat watched me with her pupils dilated as she gently caressed the redding skin where my hand had been. 'If I didn't know any better Spencie I think you just like touching me.' The way she panted as she watched me made my skin crawl. I hated myself for thinking she was such an attractive specimen of a human being. Her mind intrigued me more than anyone I have ever met.
I wanted to pick apart her psyche. I wanted to know what made her tick. Besides her abandonment issues and lack of empathy because she was never shown any kindness a day in her life. Even if she was shown some form of kindness I'm sure she didn't know what to do with it. She probably shut herself down from it. Most likely abused by someone in her life. She was just like every other unsub so why did I crave her so much more.
I couldn't figure out my attraction to her after all these years. Sure she held a very natural beauty to her but she was nothing compare to Y/n who could strut around her hair a mess and stains on her clothes and still pull me in as if she were the gravity holding me to this earth.
I realized then one of my biggest mistakes of the last few days as my wife walked in leaning herself against the wall with her arms crossed. I could tell the moment I walked into the bureau that she hadn't been sleeping. I also knew from her mental state that she in fact hadn't been taking her medication.
I sighed more at myself than to her. 'Love you shouldn't be in here. If anything you should be at home resting and taking care of yourself.' I turned to lock eyes with her only she wasn't looking at me. She was looking at Cat Adams.
'You know it's been a couple of hours since you and I spoke. I was hoping you'd be willing to share some info but I see you've been busy.' As she spoke her eyes never left Cat.
I was surprised to watch the manipulative woman squirm under anyone's gaze. 'So here's the thing Catherine. I'm done playing nice and pretending like I'm not steps ahead of you already.'
My wife strutted to her, swaying her hips from side to side in a confident manner. I was intrigued by what she meant but chose to keep my lips sealed. 'The truth is. You lost control over Lindsey the moment you didn't want to hurt your precious Spencie and she didn't like that fact. She was in love with you and you betrayed her by trying to keep the federal agent she hated safe. The moment you brought Ethan in and had him take women that looked like me was the moment you fully and completely lost control over her. By then she knew you would never truly hurt or kill Spencer because rather you understand it or not the desire you have was never to kill him. All you want is his precious attention to never leave you. Simply because you’ve never had anyone show you their undivided focus until he showed up.’ My eyes widened. I kept my head down as I listened. Clearly my wife was done playing by the original rules of Cat’s game. It was always mental but right now my wife was aiming for the verbal killing strike. I glanced up and I could see her eyes hold unshed tears as she sneered at Y/n.
‘It’s funny that you don’t even understand the reasoning you are so infatuated with the idea of Reid. You've never had a man show you attention that didn't want to use you. Spencer came into your life showing you with respect and you didn't know how to handle it because you didn't know what that felt like. It's a shame really. '
Y/n kept her face calm but I could see the blood dripping from her palms as her nails dug into them. She was deeply upset right now. I doubt she even noticed she was doing it.
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I have many thoughts and feelings about snape leaving Hogwarts. (I would write it but one I am well lazy and I have this weird internal conflict but yes anyways) I will be signing of as 🤺 (this is so long I am so sorry)
So for scene + background purposes : both the mud blood incident and the werewolf prank happens at the 5th year and I guess eileen leaves him. And snape is in this absolute bedroom depression because rn he can't stand himself, there is no scope and like he knows what possibilities lies in both sides but rn he's craving for fimilarity and the only person who he hates that he's connected to is his father right. They both have this anger that eileen leaves them in spinners end and one of them is free. So he does something he hasn't done ever since he met Lilly : he takes a chance and applies to ilvermony he knows he won't get in he's so sure (until he gets proven wrong). And when he gets that letter that says ACCEPTANCE he somehow empathizes with the women who first introduces magic and the same women who ran away from this horrid place and figures that eileen is a clever witch and she's probably okay of not she'd be back or they would find out that she's dead.
He knows that he's meant to be alone (he does the paper work for a transfer alone, he packs alone and he celebrates alone on his departure by allowing himself to feel something when he buys himself a small plum cake) and he feels incredibly small when he enters the ministry where he meets the headmistress but he's hopeful.
And ilvermony is big and it's grand and it's so much more accepting. On his first day he meets a brown eyed girl who's made him feel absolute concern and exasperation in 14 minutes of meeting her (why do you think that England is a sad place he asks her and she simply looks at him dumbly saying your two weather's are rain and heatstroke, and he can't help but agree with her) but he can't help but feel light. There is no Potter, no black no werewolf and maybe his life is worth something. And he's less alone (he doesn't ever say it out loud because he's scared after all he is someone who's great at ruining friendships) because he makes friends some who understand the guilt and the shame and the anger he is carrying while others (and some really good adults) just know that it's not fair that you should treat your own life like this and now he's able to speak about his regrets his guilt to those closest to him 'what you did was wrong but I also think it's wrong that you have been told that holding on to the guilt is the only way you can forgive yourself, I think you have hurt yourself enough' she says to him and there is an absolute pin drop silence until severus takes all the courage to say i think I need help.
Flash forward it's 2 years later in Hogwarts and a ripple effect occurs.
Regulus black feels at first a great deal of anger towards snape because he managed to escape this. Narcissa and lucius understand but they will never admit it. But snape left their snape this tiny greasy kid from coke worth felt his life was worth more or if not he believed in enough spite to take some direct action. That spite is what drove them to stay effectively neutral and hint on supporting dumbledore despite a war that there in the horizon. James and Lilly are together, the loss of friendship leads to a kinship which lead to a romance while Sirius and Remus are okay but they aren't. And Peter well he's shifty ( some days if not most days they all find it liberating to pretend that snape doesn't exist)
And now they all in this campaign to promote unity are in advanced muggle studies class, regulus black is the only slytherin and its painfully obvious on what's to come. And charity Burbage who is this cheery hufflepuff decides to do her video essay on schools but she has this pen pal who is in ilvermony and who's willing to help to show off her school and the people she loves (do you fucking see where I am going with this?????)
And BAM it's this heartfelt Supercut of her favorite places and the people she loves and meets there are snippets of their endearing conversations. And everything is okay until severus snape the boy who left at 15 is smiling at the one recording the video and is sitting casually at a sofa 'hey sev what do you gotta say about Americans' your tea sucks, and to think you would learn from the Boston tea party incident. And the rest of the video shows more people but it's severus who makes the video so much better and so much worse. Because she records his laughter, his joy but it's them who have this weird gut feeling and Lilly cant help but hold James hand tightly and James can't stop staring at the same boy he hurt.
And Lilly comes into this horrible but truthful realization that she's feeling what her ex best friend feels (the disbelief when she can't understand why can't she see him like this, the same way snape felt when he couldn't understand what Lilly saw in James) because there is so much betrayal she feels when he watches him smile at other people and can't understand why couldn't the snape that they are seeing in this video be the one who went at Hogwarts with them??? and James has to see this version of snape he hasn't seen before and thinks maybe they could be friends. And Lilly at that moment doesn't want to answer the question : he's happier because he's away from this place, the same place you love. Would you ask him to leave earlier knowing he could be happy like this?
The video is over and its regulus black who looks so pensive and has this look of hope that maybe goods thing can happen says in a too quite class because everyone knows : I haven't seen him smile like that at all. The bell rings and they just go on and walk a little bit more heavier because all they can think of Severus snape, the boy who escaped and the one who isn't coming back .
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Okay so... this was a completely unsolicited surprise in my inbox the other day, but damn if I didn’t love every single part of it!
I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT OUR BOY SAYING FUCK IT AND LEAVING HOGWARTS
For the the other characters it doesn’t change that much, Lily still ends up with James, the Marauders are sad that their favorite target is gone but they get over it quickly, the other Slytherins don’t give a fuck about the poor and dirty halfblood, and the teachers... well, they’re as useless as usual.
But our baby! It’s awful for him at first, the fact that he suddenly finds himself so far away, and so alone, from everything he’d ever known, even the bad. Because at least he knew what to expect at Hogwarts and at home, it was all about the evil you know, and adventure is definitely not his thing.
I’ve always been in love with the “was gone for several years, and came back a changed man” (must be the Naruto fan in me), it’s a bit like anon’s video here, a way to show everyone what they missed, the huge mistake they made in hurting this kid who just wanted to be left alone
I want to see the Marauders praising this dude from America before learning that it’s Snape because he doesn’t look anything like what he used to (meaning he actually looks like a functioning human being).
I want to see Lily, high and mighty with her perfect husband and her son on the way, frown when she recognizes her former best friend laughing and smiling with another girl, looking happier than he’d ever been with her.
I want to see Slughorn in shock when the best potions master of his generation is revealed to be the weird ass teen he’d dismissed on the first day because he didn’t have a powerful family name.
Basically, I want every character who ever underestimated Snape, who ever hurt him, to, if not regret their actions, then at least realize that there was something more to him even back then, that if only he’d been given a chance he could have become that amazing person right here in the UK and not halfway around the world.
Also, I want Snape to not forgive them. Maybe he has to work with them for one reason or another, and he acts just civil enough to not outright provoke and insult them, but he’ll never forgive and he’ll never forget.
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IT'S OVER ISN'T IT? - C. S.
fic type // oneshot — 1.2K
pairing(s) // san x she/her!char, hwa x she/her!char
genre(s) // PG13 & angst, bestfriend!au, pianist!san
warning(s) // mean!seonghwa, character death, mentions of blood, implied cheating
author's note // hello everyone! this is a song fic using a steven universe classic, it's over isn't it so i recommend you listening to it while reading. though, i did change one line to fit the story, so look out for that! the bold signifies him singing <3 enjoy!!
general taglist // @luvyoomi, @crvgio [send an ask to be in my taglist!]
the sounds of hands clapping and whistles from the audience could be heard from behind the thick curtains as his name was announced. choi san, the world renowned pianist, appeared on the stage as the group of people who had adored him cheered louder.
he greeted them with a friendly smile and gave a simple wave as the enthusiasm died down. he sat on his red seat that was placed in front of a grand white piano. san placed his fingers delicately on the piano keys and pushed them down as melodic sounds were produced. he played his intro harmonically, letting the music enchant the audience. he then slowed down and began to play the tune of his new song. with a simple exhale, he started premiering his new song.
"i was fine with the men, who would come into her life now and again. i was fine, 'cause i knew that they didn't really matter until you," words came out of his mouth delicately but loud enough for everyone to hear. there was a microphone in front of him after all. "i was fine when you came, and we fought like it was all some silly game. over her, who she'd choose, after all those years, i never thought i'd lose."
"san! san!" she called out, approaching the young male who was already waiting for her and her friend at the local theatre. a grin appeared on his face as he saw the female, who had won his heart from the start. by her side, a tall male stood there, chuckling at her cheeky personality.
"san, seonghwa. seonghwa, san," she said, introducing both of them to each other. in which both replied with a 'nice to meet you'. san could tell seonghwa was awkward in the situation as his best friend explained that she invited him on a whim because he was new to the area. of course, the male agreed, he could never say no.
from that day on, they were always together - nothing could separate the trio.. except that day when the trio became one and the duo.
"it's over, isn't it? isn't it? isn't it over?" he sang beautifully, as the audience watched in a somber silence.
"you won and she chose you and she loved you and she's gone. it's over, isn't it? why can't I move on?" his hands were steady, as they pranced on the correct piano keys but his eyes were closed shut most of the time, as forgotten memories came in a rush.
there was a thunderstorm happening outside but despite all the raging sounds and the rain that came crashing down, a knock could be heard outside his door. he sat up from his couch and paused the movie that was playing.
looking through his peephole, he saw her standing there - wet from the rain, shivering, as shortened breaths were heard as well. his eyes widened and immediately opened his front door without any questioning. she just stood there, before breaking into a heavier sob. it broke him to see her like this but before anything he pulled her in for a tight hug despite her wet clothes. he hushed her down gently. "i'm here, it's gonna okay."
after she had calmed down, he passed her some comfy pajamas along with a cup of warm tea. "him, again?" he simply asked and she nodded. he let out a sigh.
this wasn't her first time appearing out of the blue, it happened many times before. most of the time it was because of an argument that broke out between her and seonghwa. even though she claimed that she was the one who started the fight, it was more likely the other half. seonghwa was known to be somewhat stern in his relationships.
he braided her hair as she sipped the warm hot chocolate. "everything would go back to normal tomorrow, i just know it," she said in a positive tone. the male laughed at her statement 'oh', san wondered, 'how happy we would be if you were mine?'
"war and glory, reinvention. fusion, freedom, her attention."
"why would you care, hwa?" san asked, his voice raising by the minute.
"out in daylight, my potential. bold, precise, experimental."
"of course, i care. what the heck? just because i had some other issue to attend to, doesn't mean i don't care for her any less," the male answered, slightly towering over the other. "you said yes to looking after her when i was away, what is the problem here?"
"who am i now in this world without her? petty and dull with the nerve to doubt her."
san was furious, though he was careful not to make his tone any higher. even though they were out in the hallway, these hospital patients could hear them if their ears were sharp. "because she needs us here. don't you see that?"
"she's fine without me, without EITHER of us," seonghwa let out a deep sigh. "she's a strong one, she can get through it."
"she has been coughing up blood and is currently hurting, and you're here saying she doesn't need any help?" san never ignored the fact that she was strong and independent but she was, in that moment, helpless. "she would do the same for you if you were in her shoes."
"then- YOU help HER," seonghwa pushed a finger on san's chest, making him take a step backwards. "i'll come back at dawn," that's when he left, never to be seen near him ever again. san wanted to pull him back and make him stay but there was no use, he was always stubborn.
"what does it matter? it's already done."
he reentered the ward, frustrated and angered. though, his steps turned heavy when he heard a familiar sound.
"that's when i decided to run."
the male stood there in shock as his eyes locked on to her lifeless body. that was the moment he lost everything.
"it's... over, isn't it? isn't it? isn't it over?"
he rushed over to her, and immediately pressed for the nurse button for some assistance. he collapsed on the floor, on his knees. his hands supporting his weight, holding him up as his tears fell on the cold tiles. his vision was blurred as the doctors and nurses recorded her time of death.
"it's over, isn't it? isn't it? isn't it over?" san softly sung into his mic, as small sniffles could be heard from the speakers. his tears blocked half of his sight of the keys, but he managed. "you won and she chose you and she loved you and she's gone."
memories from her funeral came to mind. the day was filled with sunny breezes, as she would say. though she was asleep in her casket, it seemed like the universe proclaimed it was a day to celebrate the moments she had with everyone. that day, san could spot seonghwa not so far, with a 'friend' who was clinging onto his arm like she always did.
"it's over, isn't it? why can't i move on?" his throat began to dry up as he choked on some of his tears. this was the first time he had cried since that day. his voice started sounding hoarse and his whimpers washed over his words.
"it's over, isn't it?" his words were barely heard, yet the audience thought it was the loudest he had been. "why can't I move on?" he ended his performance with a perfect note. it was just like how she had taught him on that summer day.
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Esther 1
- the king was named Ahasuerus, who reigned from India to Ethiopia, 127 provinces.
- he reigned Persia, which, as the silver shoulders in King Nebuchadnezzar's dream, was on of the most powerful kingdoms in the world. Thus, it is safe to say King Ahasuerus was one of the most wealthy, powerful people in the world. His word was law. Here is a picture of the room he hosted the parties in:
- Vashti was throwing a party for all when julwomen of the palace.
- he summoned Vashti to show off, and she refused to come, so he was mad. I don't think the two of them had a very healthy relationship.
- his next actions were at least partially to save face, a) so women would still respect and subject to their husbands, and b) prevent strife, because if the king didn't have authority, who did?
- so the king agreed to the words of his advisors, and an irrevocable decree was issued, the queen banished, so every man was the leader of his household and could keep his family according to the ways of his people.
Esther 2
- even though the action was backed with fact, a better action could have been taken, had the king not acted in anger. He went over the events in his mind in a regretful way.
- apparently, the king had a lot of wives and concubines, and Vashti had been feasting with them. Those were her friends.
- it seems the king and queen didn't have a very good relationship. So Vashti's actions are explainable if not justifiable. (Lack of respect for a) another person, b) her husband, and c) authority)
- the advisors told him to gather young, virgin maidens and have them beautified by Hegai, then whichever he liked best, he could make her queen.
- Moderdecai and Esther were Benjamites. I just think that's cool.
- Esther impressed Hegai with her kindness. He gave her 7 attendants and the best part of the house.
- she didn't tell them her people, on request of Mordecai.
- Mordecai visited her daily, to check on her. He was an excellent adoptive faster, and we can see it even more so later on.
- after a year of beauty treatments, each women got a turn to come before the king. She was given whatever she wished and sent to the king for a single night. The next morning, she was taken to the king's harem , to live with his other concubines. She would never see him again unless the king remembered her name. And the fact that Esther's was the only name the king remembered speaks about this horrible practice.
- when it was Esther's turn, she took nothing but what Hegai recommended, and everyone who saw her liked her.
- the king, along with everyone else, loved her. He remembered her name. Out of the hundreds of beautiful women, he remembered Esther. This was no accident, not a coincidence that a godly woman found favor with the king, becoming queen. God put Esther Into the place she needed to be to help His people.
- Esther loved and respected Mordecai, and rightfully so.
- Mordecai ended up being by the king's gate a lot. He was probably known pretty well by the palace inhabitance.
- because of Mordecai's hanging out around the palace, he overheard Bigthan and Teresh plotting to kill the king.
- he tells Esther, who tells the king, and tells him a little about Mordecai (not too much, just his name)
- so the king's life is saved and Mordecai's name is recorded in the king's files. All because Esther had become queen. "That was no accident either," ~Master Oogway
Esther 3
- later, Ahasuerus promoted Haman above all the princes and of the king's servants were made to bow down to him. Mordecai didn't. The king's servants asked Mordecai why he wouldn't bow, and told him daily that he was supposed to. They talked to Haman to see if he would let Mordecai get away with it, since they knew he was a Jew.
- Haman was furious at Mordecai, and wanted to lay hands on (fight) him, but decided that him alone wasn't enough. Haman decided to take revenge on and destroy all Jews under Ahasuerus' kingdoms.
- in the first month of the year, Haman cast lots and decided when to destroy the Jews. He settled on the 12th month.
- he then told the king that a certain people were living in his lands that didn't follow the king's laws and kept to themselves, saying that it wouldn't profit the king to let them live. Just because he didn't like a single person he convinced the king the entire group was evil and needed eradication. He even put a bribe on the Jews heads, that if the king let them be destroyed, Haman would pay 10,000 sacks of silver into the king's treasury. The king didn't take it, he said the money and the people were Haman's to do what he would with.
- and it was sent out to every part of the kingdom. On the 13th day of the 12th month, every single Jew must die, and everything they possessed would be distributed to those who killed them.
Esther 4
- When Mordecai learned about the coming slaughter, he tore his clothes and donned mourning attire; sackcloth and ashes, and wept in the streets. He came up to the palace, but didn't go in, as people in sackcloth couldn't go in.
- ^both to preserve the decadence of the palace and to keep protesters away from the king.
- (also just those in mourning/mourning clothes couldn't go in cuz of the above)
- Esther sent Mordecai new clothes, but he refused them. She sent one of the King's chamberlains to go talk to Mordecai and figure out what was wrong. (Esther wasn't supposed to leave the castle so as to not get mobbed or injured)
- so the chamberlain talked to Mordecai, and Mordecai told him all about Haman's decree, giving him a copy of the decree, with an order to go to the king and plead on behalf of the Jews.
- the chamberlain told these things to Esther, and Esther told him to tell Mordecai that no one, man or woman, can't come into the king's inner court without the king's calling them. The offender would be killed if the king didn't extend his golden scepter to them.
- the king hadn't called Esther in thirty days.
- Mordecai returned with this message, "Don't think that you'll escape this because you're in the palace. If you hold your peace now, mercy for the Jews will come from somewhere else, but you and your line will perish. Who knows? Maybe this is why you were made queen?"
- I want to talk about Mordecai for a minute. Esther communicated clearly her situation, without strings attached, because she had a good relationship with him. He then told her her what was going to happen,, not sugar coating, not trying to damage. He knew that one way she would die and the other she might live and have a chance to help many people. I can logically say that he had prayed about it and learned what to tell her. GOOD COMMUNICATION.
- He also allowed himself to deal with negative emotions; even though he knew the Jews would be saved, he allowed shelf to let out his mourning so he could be clear headed and mentally healthy. Jesus did something similar much later with Lazarus. Even though he knew he could raise him back to life, he was still sad at the death of a close friend, even family. He wept, but then he got up and took care of things. You can't heal until the thing causing the hurt is addressed and delt with.
- Esther asked that the Jews in Shushan fasted for her 3 days, and her maids and she would do the same. "And if I perish, I perish." Mordecai did what she asked. (Sympathy for her difficult task from Mordecai; huge devotion to God and her people from Esther. Being totally willing to die for God's will, showing that even though she might have felt unqualified, she could be a courageous leader.)
Esther 5
- from the way Ahasuerus talks to her,the has grown to respect her. Referring to her as Queen Esther, offering her up to half the kingdom, (and not in a flirty way, I. The way he would offer a trusted court member such a gift. And remember, most court members at this time were male, so for him to respect and trust her this much is amazing.)
- she invited the king and Haman both to a banquet. They attended, and the king asked what her real request is. She said for them both to come to another banquet tomorrow when she'd tell him what she really wanted.
- Haman went away full of joy, but hid mood was spoiled when he saw Mordecai at the gate, not bowing. Even so, he came home, and told his friends and his wife, Zeresh, about all the ways he was rich and how the king had promoted him. He then told them how the queen had invited only him and the king to a private banquet, and how he was invited to another one of the same style tomorrow.
- even Haman with his ego respected Esther. He's not the sort to look up to people, and from the way be speaks about her, he really looks up to her. She must have been doing a great job as Queen to earn the respect of such a self centered man.
- he finishes by saying that all of these things are worth nothing to him as long as he sees Mordecai at the gate.
- the assembled group suggests that he erect a gallows and request the king that Mordecai be hanged on it in the morning, then he could enjoy the banquet later.
- the way they tell him this, nonchalant and certain, tells me that Haman often gets whatever he wants from the king and is a slight power behind the throne.
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danny phantom, season 3, episodes 7-13 thoughts! cannot believe im finishing this series so fast. ...cannot believe it ended like that...uh. one of the weirdest finales to a show I think I've seen, it really stood out against the rest of the series, and not in a good way, in my opinion. I paused to yell in caps lock...several times, I think, out of anger... BUT. ANYWAY, HERE WE GO.
see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3
-the fentons putting the kids to Work in the lab, with NO SAFETY GEAR. AT ALL. THEY JUST GOT BACK FROM SCHOOL AND ARE TIRED!!! and when jack asked how danny his day was and danny tried to say it was bad jack cut him off :( for the 400th time, i am stealing these kids.
-maddie and jack IMMEDIATELY SELLING THEIR LAB AND WORK FOR A LOT OF MONEY. and danny cant get into the portal anymore, oh no!!! he could always just steal vlads I Guess.
-THEY ARE VLADS NEW NEIGHBOR. OH MY GOD. this is a sitcom format. a butler came with the new mansion. i would absolutely try a kiwi fudge milkshake, why is the butler disgusted.
-the..guys in white bought the lab to shoot a missile. into the ghost zone thru the portal. bro i hate these guys
-jazz straight up setting her new bedroom up in the library. i am very very jealous
-"RATED E, FOR ENTRAILS"
-I like how the 14 year olds very quickly realize if the giw destroy the ghost zone itll destroy OUR ZONE because its just. like. the other side of the quarter so to speak. and the giw, a fully funded government agency, didnt consider that...(or worse, are willing to risk that anyway...)
-a...graphic novel version of the constitution? what in the world have you been READING SAM
-'cool, I always wanted to be called a meddling kid!' scooby doo reference...
-can they keep the butler. I love him.
-ecto latte....I also want to try that. is ectoplasm edible...
-YESS I KNEW DANNY WOULD USE VLAD'S PORTAL. vindicated.
-DANNY WHY DIDNT YOU JUST ASK JOHNNY NICELY. STEALING HIS BIKE IS SO SO RUDE.
-youngblood is also into astronaut stuff, thats really cute. and him being like 'phantom, dude!! :D' ALL EXCITED. THATS ADORABLE.
-the slapstick comedy of the giw slipping and falling and running into shit in the lab. is funny, but also, because this lab has NOOO safety codes in practice. god its a wonder dannys the only one to have died here...
-JOHNNY, SKULKER AND YOUNGBLOOD HELPING DANNY!!! I keep saying it but the other ghosts helping him. is my fav thing in the world. and, it's a really good thing the missile in the real world was harmless...otherwise the fentons wouldn't have had a home/lab to come back to...
-WULF WANTED POSTER!!! we havent seen wulfy in so long :( very funny the box ghost is offended by how much these ghosts are wanted for. first off, what do ghosts even DO WITH MONEY. does the ghost zone have its own currency??? what are ghosts BUYING
-the box ghost is So Funny, im so glad hes still got his bubble wrap. u are VERY wanted in THIS house box ghost. you are SO scary king. dont give up on ur dreams
-this needs to be a meme format. I made a transparent version, very very messily, for future use.
-this is a Fellow and a Friend
-box ghost accidentally bringing lunch for everyone, and giving people at the mall free shoes. SHOES ARE SO EXPENSIVE, ID BE SO GRATEFUL. helpful king. i feel SO bad for him lmao, he's putting in SO much effort. he wants the evil aesthetic So bad but hes Just Too Silly. I understand your plight, box ghost....
-oh my god. pandoras BOX. 'THOSE OF US IN THE BOX TRADE' HOW MANY ARE IN THIS BOX TRADE. I WANT IN. pandora is a multi-armed ghost goddess and i love her.
-SKULKER WHY ARE YOU RUNNING FROM THE EVIL UNICORN?? YOURE A HUNTER!! JUST SHOOT IT!!!!!!! JUST HUNT IT!!!
-box ghost...where did you get the cowboy hat. I respect it, i just want to know
-JAZZ COMING IN WITH THE BAZOOKA TO FIGHT THE 10 HEADED DRAGON!!! YEAH!!!!!!!!!!! and the rest of the fentons I Guess
-ignoring the sam/danny moments. I simple do not see them.
-...why doesnt danny just fly over the maze. or do the whole 'real world people act as ghosts in the ghost zone' and turn back!!! I know its just to show off the ghost greek monster designs. but STILL.
-danny being like. um. hi pandora. i found your box. >< polite...PANDORA IS SO GIANT. GIANT GHOST WOMAN. SHES GOING TO BEAT BOX GHOSTS ASS. another ghost thats nice to danny to add to the list :) and HER FORCING BOX GHOST TO APOLOGIZE. and having sandwiches with danny after making box ghost clean up. I LOVE HER.
-DANNYS 'BEWARE' AT THE END JAKHDJFKN
-okay, when dash pulled out danny's seat and was calling him buddy, for half a second I was like 'this is a prank, hes gonna pull it back' BUT THEN FRIGHT KNIGHT MY BELOVED IS BACK. AND EVERYONE STARTS CHANTING FOR DANNY TO BEAT HIS ASS WITH GHOST POWERS AND DANNY DOES WAY TOO EASILY, and im like, yup, this is a dream LMAO
-danny is getting an A+ in science :) my smart son
-DANNY WAKING UP FROM THE DREAM RIGHT BEFORE KISSING SAM AND BEING LIKE 'that was a dream...no, a NIGHTMARE!' same. not to be a hater but, shouldve been val. maybe I am a hater
-...danny running and checking the 'tapes'...why is his whole house constantly being recorded. hes been in ghost form/fights plenty of times in his house. does he have to run and wipe the tapes after?? every single time?? god
-letting this image speak for itself
-this is SO cursed
-NOCTURN'S DESIGN FUCKS SO HARD. the Venice mask vibes. also his space pattern not moving while the rest of his animation does is big chowder vibes. but this guy is basically the sandman but Evil, huh. I love dream plots. also, nocturn's design feels very similar to clockwork, like, red eyes and a scar over the same eye, but also just the purple, and the Cosmic Vibes. I want to see them fight. anyway nocturn's va was also avatar roku AND alfred in several batman cartoons.
-the 'sleepwalkers' designs were super cute in shape (kinda remind me of oogie boogie! pillow-cased shaped, which is appropriate for the 'king of dreams's minions) until I looked closer at their eyes. why do they look sewn shut!! (they open their eyes a few times, so they aren't, but they look like it...)
-I like how this show has been pretty consistent (with a few exceptions) about a Ghost Being Huge (or getting larger) = Very Powerful
-2 months of summer camping??? wtf, do camping things usually take that long?? I've never been to a camping...thing like that. but isnt that basically their entire summer??
-'the entirety of nature is your bathroom!' and thats why I do no camping despite loving nature LMAO.
-sam, at least TRY TO BE NICE TO THE OTHER GIRLS YOU'RE GOING TO BE SHARING A CABIN WITH. also, the amount of times people in this show have their SHOES ON THE BED!!! IM DISGUSTED
-swamp creature Is A Ghost. Big Foot is a Ghost. starting to think in this universe, every single cryptid or legend is a Ghost Actually
-paulina crying not only because star is missing, but because SHE FORGOT HER SUNBLOCK AND SHE BURNS SO EASILY!!!! okay girlfriends
-ghost cops are the real monsters at the camp. i.......I mean. fair. no one missed you walker
-WULF!!!!!!!!!!! WULF IS BACK!!!!!!!! MY FRIEND WULF :D MI AMAS VIN!!!!! kaj danny lernis Esperanto :)
-'relax kid, we arent here to do any harm' *immediately shoots danny* yeah. ghost cops. and also danny bringing walker 'wulf' and walker IMMEDIATELY SUCKING DANNY IN A THERMOS. FUCK OFF
-haha walker Bald. and haha walker Frozen Now
-the fenton thermos can...reverse its polarity to close portals? okay
-LIBERA MIA AMIKO. :")
-ohhh they end the ep with them star gazing, thats pretty cute...
-dani is back! ...with a new voice actress? wiki says AnnaSophia was in 3 diff movies in 2007 when this aired, so she was probably too busy... (including, bridge to terabithia aka the movie that ripped my heart out that I mentioned in the first ep Dani was in...kinda wanna rewatch it now)
-shes still scared of vlad, who's still being creepy and spying on her. 'shes hardly going to come home to daddy!' I WONDER WHY. also does vlad's cat look more evil than last time? love the concept of him going shopping for cats and being like 'give me your most EVILEST looking cat, please, so I can pet it in my spinny chair dramatically!' ...oh god white cat hair on his black suit. I have a black cat and her hair is still way too noticeable..
-vlad has a big 'valerie' button in his office. can he be pressing that button every episode, thanks
-'theres a GIRL called dani phantom?' yeah valerie. no relation, obviously, even with her looking EXACTLY like danny. so sad valerie just wants to help her dad and her get out of the place theyre in now and vlad using her. ill MAUL HIM
-dani having to STEAL FOOD. :( and valerie immediately being like oh poor kid :(( and trying to help her!!! and then dani immediately helping valerie!! this episode is starting SO well
-...and then valerie catching her. DAMN IT. and being surprised dani knew danny?? HELLO VALERIE I KNOW YOURE SMARTER THAN THIS. I AM SO SORRY THEY WROTE YOU THIS WAY. I STILL LOVE AND BELIEVE IN U !!!
-valerie lying her ASS off for a chance at gettin danny. ok <3 also 'they couldnt catch a ghost if it was living under their own roof' JSDHKJHNK
-danny. why dont you just tell valerie!! this would be so much easier if he was direct. there is NO way valerie would hurt danny (fenton) she'd be HORRIFIED. esp since she got on board helping dani!!
*is held* :)
-look at valerie and danny. flying together. about to go beat vlads ass together <333
-DANI SCREAMING AS VLAD IS MELTING HER. WHAT THE FUCCCK
-...fucking vlad convincing valerie hes a good dude with his stupid duplication. FUCK. DANNY JUST TELL H E R
-jesus christ how many times has danny had to watch loved ones die. even if she didnt stay perma-dead. glad they fixed her...
-valerie and dani pranking danny when he came out, oh :( cute...them havin fun and laughing together...babies
-BUT THEYRE JUST LETTING DANI LEAVE, AGAIN??? SHE WAS PREVIOUSLY STEALING FOOD. CHRIST GIVE HER A PLACE TO LIVE. OR A FAMILY. actually, I think it'd be really cute if, since danny isnt ready to out himself, dani went and lived with valerie?? dunno if her dad would have the money but,, it'd be a cute concept. big sis valerie...
-'tomorrow, it's game on!' 'and ill be ready to play!' THE FLIRTING....DANNY/VALERIE REAL
-oh my god,, valerie found out about vlad in the end. But he doesn’t know she knows!!! the DRAMA!!! HOLY SHIT THAT ENDING.
-this episode was. SO Much and probably one of my favorites out of s3. (I mean, there has been a gross lack of valerie this whole season, so thats not a hard choice to make...)
-FINALE EPISODE TIME.
-the title screen looks different! so no title card...
-vlad has his own fucked up satellite that looks like him?? okay. why does the animation look so different?? are they mixing cg in?? for what. anyway, vlad and the gang in SPACE. danny is 100% living his astronaut dreams rn
-'defeating frostbite' YOU BETTER NOT HAVE. YOU STOLE HIS COOL MAP. FUCK YOU VLAD
-wait oh my god. vlad is the final series boss, isn't he. I half expected a fake out, for another boss to show up midway, and for him to finally have to have a real truce with danny for this ep. ITS THE FINALE. VLAD FEELS SO UNDERWHELMING.
-And it's like-- his character isn't bad, i just feel like..he has more potential! they WANT him to seem like some smart super evil genius, but the way he's written makes that SO hard to believe...but the solid backstory and design is THERE and its FRUSTRATING.
-...DANNY CALLING VLAD OUT SAYING HE NEEDS THERAPY LMAOO THATS WHAT IVE BEEN SAYING.
-my grandpa technus is in the finale too :) 'well look on the bright side, at least im not downloading them illegally!' he says while stealing dvds. feels like hes calling me out. im watching this series on a bootleg website lmao. anyway, him turning the tech into a transformer. love that
-mASters BLASters sTOp diSAsterS shut the fuck up. you will never be valerie or danny. bite chomp kill. violence
-like this if u crie everytiem
-my god the 3d/cgi mixed in looks SO BAD IT DIDNT AGE WELL AT ALL
-the white stripe in dannys hair kinda rules tho. did he just KILL HIS GHOST HALF??? 'revert his human half back to normal' UM. you ever unkill yourself. why are his friends/jazz so mad about it, he'll be in a lot less danger!! christ. they can still hunt ghosts!! as humans!! if they want to!! hes 14 if he wanted to be normal. let him. vlads stupid little team has things COVERED apparently. why are they acting like this. jazz would never act like this. is this fake whats going ON
-oh my god jack was in a college band. vlad was also in the band. what did instruments they play. i didnt need that headline to tell me they sucked, but i want to KNOW MORE REGARDLESS
-valerie was here for 0.3 seconds.
-sam calling danny selfish. the audacity. no one is stopping YOU from hunting ghosts, girl. valerie does it!!
-I'm halfway through the episode and incredibly underwhelmed so far.
-why would they send jack and 3 teens to space to destroy the asteroid. why not professional astronauts. not even the 3 teens that have already been to space this episode...
-jack getting beat up by teenagers. ON TV. IN SPACE. I GUESS. I GUESS EVERYONE AGREED TO SEND JACK BECAUSE..VLAD SAID SO? we know it was to embarrass jack, but why would everyone agree. why didnt any other space program Do More or whatever, they sent like, 3 rockets/missiles tops?? no way
-danny attempting to punch vlad in the face. i WISH HE WOULDVE LANDED THAT HIT.
-vlad outed himself on live tv, on purpose? and BLASTED AT THE TEENAGERS HE HIRED. LMAO. HES HOLDING THE WORLD HOSTAGE, MAKING THEM PAY HIM BILLIONS TO STOP THE STUPID ASTROID. THATS YOUR GRAND PLAN??? REALLY. REALLY. im like. lmfao
-jack just now, on the last episode GETTING TOLD HE MADE VLAD A GHOST. THIS SHOULDVE HAPPENED WAY SOONER. jack's reaction was one of the only times in this entire show hes seemed human. 'an old friend? no. you? yes.' GET HIS ASSSS ACTUALLY. HE STRAIGHT UP LEFT VLAD IN SPACE. GOD DAMN. that is a Murder! I mean, I guess vlad could fly back to earth, but...I mean, he'll have to, right? no food in space. (that we KNOW of...)
-'thE WHolE EArtH, INTangiBLe?!' oh my god.
-...the white strand of hair somehow still had ghost dna, I guess, and getting blasted turned him back into phantom. I GUESS. I GUESS.
-the fentons being the first to clap for danny despite not knowing hes phantom...that was sweet. and very sudden character development, not at all gradual over the course of time or episodes like it probably should have been...
-sam and danny kissing. IT SHOULDVE BEEN VALERIE, BUT OKAY, I GUESS. also, its a little underwhelming, considering theyve kissed already...
-ALL of the ghosts being ready to beat danny's ass? really. no they wouldn't, they've worked together before, and some of those ghosts are friendly!! cringe. why is the last ep written like this. I mean they came thru at the last minute but. was really cringing for a minute there, why did they write it like that
-valerie is there for another 0.3 seconds! ....she should've been more involved. dani is also there! for also like 0.3 seconds. almost fast enough to miss. (btw, I think shes still homeless at this point, are, we going to...do ANYTHING ABOUT THAT IN THE LAST 5 MINS OF THE SHOW)
-the cgi smoke or whatever it is. this whole post is me saying the cgi is bad, but IT IS.
-'danny or should we say. DAAANNNNY.' this is like the 3rd or 4th time hes been outed damn, but to the whole world, again. and valerie saw, and is just. an extra in the bg clapping. bro im so mad.
-TUCKER IS THE NEW MAYOR? WHAT THE FUCK?? HES 14.
-i think. this is still linked to the dream ep a few times ago. hes still dreaming. this is a plot a 14 year old would write. this feels like a bad fanfic. so much got rushed, and not tied up. vlad wasnt really even the villain this episode, a fucking. non-being asteroid was.
-they kiss again. ok. sure. whatever at this point.
-VLAD IS NOW A FREE-ROAMING SPACE NOMAD. I GUESS. THATS. SURE. WHATEVER. THE END, I GUESS. cannot believe I'm saying this, but: they did vlad dirty.
-IF YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE HIM A VILLAIN, MAKE HIM A VILLAIN!!! DON'T MAKE IT A METEOR!!! STOP BEING WISHY WASHY WHO WANTS TO SEE DANNY VS ASTEROID!!! I didnt even WANT vlad to be the final villain because his character is SO back and forth (esp this season.) but he has done some FUCKED UP SHIT AND I WANTED THE WRITERS TO DOUBLE DOWN, PERSONALLY, IF THEY HAD TO MAKE HIM THE FINAL BOSS. the cabin ep where he basically held danny and maddie hostage? FUCKED. THE DANI THING? FUCKED. FUCKING COMMIT AND MAKE HIM ACTUALLY SCARY OR HAVE HIM FUCK OFF AND AGREE TO A TRUCE!! WHAT IS THIS DYING IN SPACE NONSENSE. (and, he will (fully) die out there, right? still half human, still needs food and water. I imagine he'll like, slowly half-die but this time his human side is dying. will he come back 100% ghost? we dONT KNOW. WE DONT GET TO SEE, ITS PLAYED LIKE SOME FUNNY THING AT THE END, THEN THATS IT!!! WHAT!!!)
-I don't know how to articulate how FRUSTRATING THAT IS. having him basically out himself and ''hold the world hostage'' does not track at all in my brain. like. he's always been scary because he is HUMAN, TOO. like, if he was 100% ghost, he'd be LESS scary, but vlad MASTERS has more power and influence than vlad PLASMIUS because of his position as mayor, his money, too, and his (supposed, s3 made me doubt it) intelligence/manipulation skills, and his being in good graces with jack made it HARD FOR DANNY. him outing himself for,, money and to 'control the world' i guess?? MONEY WAS NEVER HIS LIKE, MAIN GOAL. yeah obv he likes money and is materialistic and values his Rich Life, but hes got billions, the end goal? 1. getting maddie (and or danny as his son, but to me he always treated that as secondary) 2. ruining jack. this feels like they wanted to say 'oh he just wants POWER' which is. HMM?? OKAY?? obv he /does/ want power (usually over certain ppl, tho), but seeing him try to get it like this FELT WEIRD SOMEHOW. weird like the ep where he tried and failed to take over various historical civilizations, because like,, how is that realistically going to do anything for him?? just, being in that time forever and never seeing maddie aka Goal #1 again?? HELLO??? this was like that, but worse
-this was such a weird ending to an entire show. why did season 3 only have 13 episodes?? why did it feel so weirdly paced?? WHY WAS THE ENDING LIKE THAT. I think. I am going to pretend I did not see that. fucked up, dudes. I'm like...hm. I shouldn't have watched that because now I'm mad. valerie sweetie im SO sorry you shouldve been more present. it felt like..if they knew this season was going to be short, and the last season, they should've spent more time wrapping up EVERYONE'S plot lines for the entire season. imagine how cool it wouldve been if every single ep of season 3 was working towards something, a big, nice wrap up at the end, with nothing feeling TOO rushed because they'd been heading towards the End for the whole season....
I will probably end up writing a follow up full series thoughts post. In a couple of days so I can sit with my thoughts. BUT. overall, I really liked the show! (ignoring the finale and some of the moments that aged pretty poorly...) it was charming and a fun concept and very fun to watch in general :) and I am pretending the finale didnt happen <3 and I’m gonna dive RIGHT into the dp tags and mix fanart and posts in my queue, very excited to run and look at that 🏃🏻 (and, of course, make more fanart myself hehe >:3)
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