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seonghwa-is-babie · 3 years

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What we've been missing (pt. 4)

Tw: violence (kicking, slapping, hitting someone with a bat) abuse (emotional and physical) hospitals, cursing, shouting, crying, mentions of injuries from violence, flinching. Pls be careful reading if any of these are triggering for you and pls let me know if I missed anything

Ateez x male hybrid reader

So, sorry this took so long, I had a massive writers block, but I hope this long part can make up for it

Taglist: @jonghoshoe @little-precious-baby @twancingyunhoe @sansbun @yunhofingers

Yeosang finally got back home after a tough walk there, feet hurting from carrying his wounded body. He didn't come back to a sight he liked though

Wooyoung trying to calm down a sobbing San, jongho typing on their computer, probably something related to y/n. Mingi holding seonghwa and Hongjoong trying to get through to yunho, who seemed to have gone into a state of shock.

Never had he seen the puppy eyed man so empty of life "g-guys?" their heads turned to Yeosang, yunho immediately getting up, anything but friendly intent in his eyes

Those eyes were proven right when the tallest harshly grabbed the other's shirt and started screaming at him "how could you let this happen?!?!?!" Yeosang could see the tears streaming down the older's face

"yunho stop! He did his best to protect y/n" Hongjoong reasoned "it's still his fault that y/n isn't here right now!" Hongjoong pushed himself between the two before a serious fight broke out "yunho! We can argue about this later, right now, we need to find y/n. Focus on what's important!"

Yunho regained some of his common sense back, eyes widening with shock "I-I'm sorry Yeosang, I just.... I don't know what to do"

"it's okay, we're all a little out of it anyway" Yeosang said as he was guided to the bathroom to get his wounds cleaned up by Hongjoong

"Yeosang, before you go, do you remember the car's license plate that they used?" questioned jongho, the older nodded "can you write it down? I'm gonna call a hybrid rescue centre, but they'll need something to track y/n with" Yeosang thought back to the scene, remembering the licence plate to the best of his abilities, and wrote that down

"thanks Yeosang this'll definitely help them get y/n back sooner"

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Meanwhile with y/n, things weren't looking that good for him, he just arrived at his former owners' house, to him it was more like a big scary mansion.

"come on little guy, let's get moving" but y/n didn't even shift, frozen by the fear and trauma the mansion held inside.

The man sighed "alright boys, lift him up, I don't have time for this" the men moved towards the hybrid, to which y/n shrunk back further into the car, he would have shifted if it wasn't for the collar they put on him.

Though he resisted heavily and scratched them deeply, he couldn't stop the men from grabbing him and restraining his movements. "let me go!" he thrashed around

"now since when did you become so bold, tabby?" he froze at the nickname, slowly turning to look at the person he feared ever encountering again. "you thought you could just run away from us without any consequences? Oh wait, you probably don't even know what that means" the woman spat "Well then, looks like I'm gonna have to teach you physically then"

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"you little shit!" a kick came from the man before him "you think you can just leave like that?!" another kick "after everything you still haven't learned to obey?!" a slap was next "I-I'm sorry master-" the hybrid was loudly interrupted by the wife of the violent man "you do not speak unless told to! You worthless tabby!" it resulted in another kick, this time from the woman, who's heels were much sharper than her husband's, resulting him starting to bleed

The slapping and kicking, along with the verbal abuse, continued until y/n was knocked unconscious, either by blood loss or exhaustion, they didn't know

"pathetic" the man took the unconscious hybrid and took him to a separate room "now no one shall see what we'll do to you" he took out a bat as y/n was beginning to become conscious again, and immediately fear took over the boy. The man swung and hit him right on his ribs, he wouldn't be surprised if he had many broken bones by now. The hybrid coughed up blood "w-why are you d-doing this" he was grabbed by the man "because how else am I supposed to use my new tools?" he threw him back onto the ground harshly "and what did I say about talking?!"

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The beating continued for hours, until their doorbell interrupted "ugh, what now?" the man let go off y/n and cleaned up his hands, which were covered in blood "don't you dare make a single noise to alert anyone, I can do a lot worse than this" it was the last thing y/n saw before he fell unconscious again

"hello, What can we do for you?" the woman opened the front door, trying to sound as sweet and innocent as she could "ma'am we've had an informant tell us you kidnapped a hybrid and are now keeping it in bad condition" an officer said, a whole crew stood behind him, ready to force their way into the house

"now why would we ever do that? We're just content by how we're living now, without any hybrid" the man said "than, you wouldn't mind if we looked around your house" that made the couple freeze in their steps "w-well, you don't have a search warrant so-" he was interrupted by the officer taking out a paper "we do have one, actually"

The couple started to panic, well aware of the state the hybrid was in if someone found him "I-I will not allow you to enter my house! Who are you people anyway?!" the officer signalled the crew behind him to start moving into the house "hybrid rescue centre"

As the crew walked in, the couple was promptly arrested. Seeing as they weren't expecting anyone over, they didn't clean up the blood from y/n. The captain and fellow officers searched around the house for the hybrid

"captain! I found the hybrid, but he's in pretty bad shape, we'll need a stretcher to carry him" the captain heard from his walky talky "good job, get him to the ambulance" the officer did so, receiving help to carry y/n onto the stretcher and get him out to the ambulance "contact the owners, tell them we got him back"

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Meanwhile, the members were sitting around anxiously, waiting for the phone call that would determine y/n's savety "what if they don't get him out of there?" the others looked at mingi, their hearts breaking at the sight of the taller, tears threatening to fall out of his eyes. Jongho went to hug him "they'll get him out of there" he said determined.

At that moment, the phone started ringing. Hongjoong went to pick it up "Kim Hongjoong speaking, how can I help you?"

"yes, hello, this is the hybrid rescue centre, we're calling to inform you your hybrid has been retrieved" Hongjoong's eyes lit up at that, the others followed suit "unfortunately, he suffered several injuries, with multiple fatal ones, so he'll have to stay here for a few days until his wounds have healed"

he wanted to tear up at the mention of his kitten getting hurt, by the people who were supposed to take care of him nonetheless "I-I understand, we'll come see him as soon as possible" he hung up "well, what happened?" wooyoung asked "they got y/n back, but..... He has a lot of injuries, with a couple of fatal ones, so he'll have to stay at the centre for a few days" their faces morphed from excitement to sorrow at the mention of his injuries "well, what are we waiting for? Let's go see y/n"

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As they arrived at the centre, they saw one of the officers waiting outside for them "you must be y/n's owners, come with me" they followed him into the various halls "how is he?" yunho asked anxiously

"he's in a stable condition, but he hasn't woken up yet. We managed to get the custody papers from his former owners however, we'll hand them over to you soon"

As they finally reached y/n's room, they started to feel fear, just how bad did they hurt him? They opened the door and like the officer said, he wasn't awake yet. The hybrid was covered in bandages and had several bruises, it was enough to make them tear up "y/n.......I'm so sorry, this is all my fault" Yeosang broke down on his knees in front of his bed "if I just protected you better, this wouldn't have happened" his sobbing broke the other members, who started crying as well "it's not your fault" a soft, quiet voice said, as Yeosang felt his hand being held. He looked up at the hybrid and saw him looking back at Yeosang "y/n...." he held his hand, afraid to hurt him if he did so anywhere else

"are you okay, kitten?" seonghwa asked concerned as he kissed the hybrid's forehead "......I'll be okay, don't worry about it" Hongjoong went over to seonghwa's side and held y/n's hand "but we do worry about you, and that's okay for us, because from now on we'll take extra good care of you" the hybrid gazed up at Hongjoong with eyes that could hold the galaxy "really?"

"yes kitten, really" he stepped aside to let the other boys through to y/n, and one by one, they all came up to him, talked, cried or simply were just there with him in that moment. The only one that who was left, was yunho, who'd been relatively quiet throughout the whole day

"yunho, are you okay?" the older lifted his head up, tears streaming down his eyes. This worried y/n "yunho, what's wrong?" said person started walking towards his bed and collapsed in front of y/n "I-I thought- I thought I lost you"

"I-it all happened so fast, I thought I'd never see you again" he sobbed and carefully embraced y/n, being careful not to hurt him "I'm okay now yunho, see, I'm here with you now" he tried him cheering up, and it worked a little bit as his sobbing died down into small sniffles and hiccups.

"I'll be okay, Yunho. It's just a few small injuries, right?" the others tensed at how y/n seemingly brushed off his injuries "....The doctor said you'll have to stay here until you're healed, would you like one of us to stay here with you tonight?" he nodded at seonghwa's question" is there any member in particular you want to stay with?" of course all of the members hoped to be chosen, but they'd keep it fair and go along with y/n's wishes "......can Hongjoong stay tonight?"

"off course, it'll be like a night at the studio" the hybrid smiled widely at Hongjoong's comment and nodded. The rest of their visit was filled with talking and cuddles. Before it was time to leave, seonghwa took Hongjoong out the room, to talk "I'm worried y/n isn't telling us the truth about his wellbeing"

"so you noticed too" seonghwa nodded "it's just.....the way he brushed off his injuries like they were just small bruises, something doesn't sit right with me" Hongjoong understood where he was coming from, the hybrid's behaviour was definitely not something they were expecting from someone who could've died if the rescue team took too long "I'm not asking you to find out what he's hiding from us, I just want you to take care of him when his walls do come down"

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"are you sure you're comfortable, Hongjoong, I don't want you to wake up with an aching back" said person smiled reassuringly "I'll be fine y/n, besides, if my back does start to ache, I can always sleep on the other bed, for now I just wanna be close to you" Hongjoong said as he took y/n's hand and held it gently "even after everything, your hands are still so soft, kitten"

They went to sleep rather peacefully considering what happened that day, but it all came crashing down eventually. Around one in the morning, y/n woke up from a nightmare about what had happened and by shooting up as fast as he did, caused his ribs to hurt as they were still fractured by the beatings he went through.

He started to cry, it only adding more pain to his already hurting ribs. The crying eventually reached Hongjoong's ears as he woke up "kitten....what's wrong, why are you crying" he went to pet y/n's head, but the hybrid flinched away "d-don't hurt me!" the sentence broke Hongjoong's heart. Just how much did his former owners harm him?

"y/n, it's okay I'm here" the older said as he slowly sat down on y/n's bed, carefully grasping his hands and caressing them with his thumbs "hey....look at me, its gonna be okay, they're gone now" he calmed down after a couple of minutes, his panic dying down into sobs "I-it hurts" Hongjoong looked a bit confused, but also very concerned at the hybrid "what hurts, kitten?" y/n took one of his hands back and placed it on his ribs "here, I got up too quick and it hurt a lot...then I started crying and it started to hurt more"

Hongjoong fully got on y/n's bed, swinging his leg over the boy so they were on either side "did it hurt before that too or is it just starting to now" he looked away, guilt slowly settling down into the boy ".....before that too..." this is what he was hiding, he's been hurting all this time and he didn't want anyone to know "I just- you guys already looked so stressed out from having me taken away, I didn't wanna add on to that" Hongjoong carefully took the hybrid's head, one hand settled on his cheek, the other gently petting his cat ear

"kitten, we really don't mind that kind of stuff. You mean a lot to us and your health is really important to us. So please, when you are hurting, either physically or mentally, please tell us" y/n nodded as Hongjoong brought his head into the older's chest "it's gonna be okay kitten, soon enough you'll be all better and ready to come back home with us"

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punksarahreese · 3 years

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I don't know what I need + Marcy (marjan/nancy)

Need | Aftermath

PTSD!AU; after Tim’s death, Nancy has trouble even beginning to understand what she feels and Marjan wants to help

Prompt: “I don’t know what I need”

Word count: 1746

CW: Talk of death, allusion to the start of Nancy’s PTSD, crying

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Paul had finally gone home, after their sparring match led to tears and comfort. When Marjan couldn’t hold herself up anymore, the weight of her grief too much, he had taken her in his arms no question. After a moment, he lowered them to the floor, holding Marjan as they both wept because punching couldn’t dispel as many feelings as crying did. They had stayed like that for a while, on the floor of the gym just trying to cope. It hurt because neither of them wanted to go home, home meant being alone with their thoughts and the reality of things. They had both left everything behind when they came to Austin, so their only support system in that moment was each other.

Still, they would have to go home eventually and it was getting rather late. After Paul had left to go take a quick shower, Marjan decided she would head home. She collected her things mindlessly, the only thing she could really think of was why. Why Tim? Why now? Why this way? It was all too much, made her question too many things about this line of work and the universe itself, and Marjan wanted nothing more than to sleep off the endless questions.

Marjan needed some time, she assumed, to properly process this. She would go home and she would pray, she would keep Tim in her thoughts and hope he finds an afterlife he deserves. She would help with the funeral and memorial set up, of course she would, but it would feel weird. She was struggling to come to terms with it and she knew it would be even worse for the others.

For those who knew him, had more time to spend getting to know him. They were becoming friendly, when the EMTs started spending more time around everyone during off hours, but she didn’t know much about him. He was selfless, kind, maybe a bit sarcastic; but he was a good EMT. He wanted to help people and he strived to do that, even at the risk of a reprimand.

Marjan knew this but she didn’t know him, not really. She didn’t know about his hometown, his favourite things, or what he did in his free time. She didn’t know that he had a partner back in Maryland, one who was waiting for their Masters program to end so they could move to Austin and be with Tim. She didn’t even know that he had a cat or that he had moved so far away to join the 126, risking so much for this job; just like she and Paul had.

There was one person who knew all of this. One person who knew Tim way better than the rest of the crew. Nancy had been absolutely wrecked when she realized what had happened. Marjan would never unhear those terrified screams, the way her friend’s hands flew to her mouth in disbelief and how Tommy had to hold her back. She was sobbing when they pulled her away, begging them to let her save him. She had to know there was nothing left, he was gone the second that fireball hit him, but Nancy didn’t want to admit it. Admitting it would mean she lost her best friend and the crew knew she couldn’t do that; not yet.

Maybe she would call Nancy later, once she got home and showered away the soot and sorrow of the day. Marjan ought to check in with her, she thought; she wasn’t sure if Nancy would have anyone during all of this and she shouldn’t have to be alone.

She was just passing the ambulance bay when a sound caught her attention. She thought her mind was playing tricks at first but after a second she figured it out. Her eyes travelled up to the source, Nancy was sitting on the bench in the back of the ambulance, her face hidden in her hands and her body wracking with sobs. She was hunched over painfully, as if she was trying to disappear into herself, and Marjan’s heart felt like it would break right then and there. She was hurting, probably more than any of them were, and she had no one to turn to in her worst moment.

Marjan didn’t think much of it as she dropped her bags, letting them clatter to the floor. The sound made Nancy look up, her cheeks darkening a bit as she realized she’d been caught. It was embarrassing, how she had no control over her emotions, but she couldn’t help it. She didn’t speak when Marjan hoisted herself up into the rig too. They stayed silent, even when the other woman sat down beside her and looked at her expectantly.

She wanted to ask if she was okay, the unspoken question hanging in the heavy air, but it never came out. There was no point; she knew Nancy wasn’t okay. None of this was and it wouldn’t be okay for a long time, that was just the harsh reality of it all.

Instead, Marjan just nudged her knee gently with her own, opening her arms, “C’mere, Nanc.”

Nancy only hesitated for a second before she accepted the hug, melting into the comfort because it was all she could do. Marjan always gave good hugs, strong ones that made one feel like they were more protected than they ever could be. It was soothing but Nancy was already overwhelmed, so maybe it was the gentle affection that had her harshly sobbing again.

It was a needed moment of vulnerability, a chance for her to let go over everything and just feel properly. Marjan knew that and she didn’t press at all, she just held the other woman close and hoped she could provide some comfort. Her sobs were heartbreaking and she couldn’t imagine the amount of pain she was in at that moment. Tim had been her best friend as far as everyone knew, certainly her closest colleague, and this whole situation was terrifying. She would hurt for a while, they all would, but Marjan knew this might impact Nancy’s life forever.

“Nancy,” she spoke as she rubbed her back gently, “I’ve got you.”

“H-he’s…” she interrupted herself with a little gasp for air, “He’s r-really gone, M-Marjan.”

“I know, I’m so sorry.”

They lapsed back into silence, save for the sound of crying and the occasional sniffle as she tried to calm herself down. There were no more comforting words to be said, none that would be helpful or unheard before anyway. Marjan just held the other woman in her arms, knowing the slumped over position would become uncomfortable after a while. She would stay for as long as Nancy needed, though, because it was the least she could do.

It was the latter who broke the silence again, after she roughly swiped at the tears sliding down her cheeks, “You… you can go, M-Mar. I d-don’t want to keep you h-here so late.”

“Nancy, you know I can’t leave you like this,” she replied immediately, “The least I can do is make sure you aren’t alone.”

“But-”

“Unless you wanted to be,” Marjan added as an afterthought, “What do you need right now?”

Nancy couldn’t even begin to think of an answer to that. She needed that day to be all a dream, she needed her best friend to be alive and safe. No one could turn back time, though, and at the end of the day Tim would still be dead and she would be the last original member of the 126 EMS team. It was alienating and she knew work would be painful for a long time. Everyone would look at her in pity for weeks, not to mention how much more real it would become when they eventually had to replace him. She couldn’t focus on the present, not with the future being so uncertain, and she certainly couldn’t think about herself when her best friend died that day.

“I don’t-” she sighed shakily, “I don’t k-know what I need. I can’t-”

“Hey, it’s okay. Is there any way I can help? Even just for right now?”

Nancy looked up at Marjan, seeing no real pity in her eyes. Instead she was sad, clearly, but she didn’t look at Nancy like an unstable, injured animal like everyone else did. Marjan wanted to help like she always did, it was in her nature, and this was no different. Who was Nancy to deny a friend in this time when that’s what she needed the most?

“I-I don’t wanna… I don’t think I can be alone tonight…”

Marjan wanted to cry at the admission because she just sounded so broken, like even the thought of saying it out loud made her ashamed. Nancy was always helping people and keeping them safe but she had trouble asking for it herself. She needed a support system, Marjan realized, probably way more than she would ever let on.

“Okay,” Marjan gave her another gentle hug, “Would you like to stay at my place? You’re always welcome, you know that.”

“You’re sure?” Nancy didn’t want to intrude, much less overstep in any way. Her and Marjan were friends, yes, but she wasn’t sure how far that friendship went. She never knew where she stood in the crew, to be honest, and it made situations like this a bit awkward for Nancy.

“Of course, Nanc,” she nodded, “Whatever you need.”

It took a little more coaxing before Nancy felt ready to leave, even though she knew she desperately needed to be away from the station for a bit. It felt like she would be leaving Tim behind again, just like they did when they left the scene without him earlier. She didn’t mind when Marjan took her hand to lead her to her car, though, nor did she protest the way she helped her into the passenger seat. Taking care of people was how the other woman coped and Nancy knew that, plus maybe it was okay to surrender to the comfort for once. She trusted Marjan and knew being with her that night would help keep the thoughts at bay, even if it was just for the first day.

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myluciferiscody · 4 years

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Aw~Imagine this! The reader came with Dandy when he buys the freakshow (them being his trusted loving friend) and defends him as the freaks are beating him up! (I'm sorry you feuled my Dandy fire and now I cannot be stopped!) ~signed yet again your Dandy loving anon~

here you go, lovely

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You knew that Dandy always had dreams of being in the limelight. Ever since you were kids, he insisted on daily performances with his puppets or acting out scenes with just the two of you when you were older. He always had a deep love for theatre and acting, which soon rubbed off on you.

He had been obsessed with the local Freak Show in Jupiter; he had taken you a few times, mainly to gawk at the conjoined Tattler sisters. You always thought it was cute, seeing how his eyes lit up throughout the show and his pure excitement after the fact.

Dandy had all of the money a young adult could only dream of. While you both were close friends, you never expected that he would actually buy the show from Elsa Mars, a thin blonde who had her own dreams of being in Hollywood. While you were convinced it was to get close to the Tattler sisters, you didn't question it. Dandy seemed to be the happiest you had ever seen him.

It was only days into his recent investment when you noticed that his fellow performers weren't as welcoming to him as they were to you.

As far as you could tell, most of them liked you. You were always kind, and you had a genuine interest in their daily lives as performers. You had some great conversations, and you started to learn the ins and outs of running a carnival.

It was a muggy afternoon when you sat in the front row in front of the stage, quietly observing as Dandy attempted to practice his newest routine, Anything Goes. It was one of Dandy's favorite musicals, and he adored Cole Porter.

While you never had many criticisms of Dandy, you knew that not a whole lot of people would be flocking to see him perform. While Dandy looked like a motion picture dreamboat in your eyes, and in the eyes of many, you knew it was not enough to boost ticket sales. His singing voice was okay, nothing too spectacular, but there was something there.

Dandy was growing increasingly frustrated as time ticked by, and you were becoming anxious as it seemed that the crew was always messing things up. They would start the music too early, interrupting Dandy's opening monologue, or the music would skip, or the lights weren't the correct shade or position Dandy wanted them to be.

"No! No! No!"

Here we go-

"Turn it off!"

Here it comes-

"I told you a million trillion times, the blue light, is for Night and Day, blue symbolizes night! For Anything Goes, I need the MAGENTA light to accentuate my spirited rendition-"

There it is

"I'm surrounded by amateurs."

You stood up, listening as the crew mumbled to themselves, once again fearing a Dandy tantrum. Dandy rolled his eyes so hard you could see the whites of his eyes. He glanced down at you as you approached the stage, your hands behind your back.

"I want y/n to be in charge, all of you are terrible at your job!" Dandy exclaimed, gesturing to your now red face as the other performers slowly started approaching from the tent entrance. "She understands my impeccable taste."

You wanted to ask him to leave you out of it, but his attention was quickly captured by Paul, who was leading the pack.

"Flipper boy! Did you hang the banner in clear view for all to see?" Dandy asked, stepping down from the stage, grabbing your arm and pulling you along.

"Yes, sir, just as instructed," Paul responded.

"Good, good," Dandy said, "How many tickets have we sold?"

There was an awkward silence as the foursome in front of you looked at each other. Dandy was smiling, releasing his grip on you, yet you stayed close. Your presence always comforted him.

"As of this time, none..." Paul said warily. "Quite yet."

The smile instantly wiped off Dandy's face as he stared at them in disbelief. "You haven't sold a single ticket?"

"We've only put the banner out half an hour ago!" Paul said, "The town just hasn't gotten wind of your new act." he said, his words striving to be encouraging and maybe even patronizing in the slightest.

"Give it some time, Dandy," you whispered to him, giving him a gentle smile when he looked at you, "We'll be selling tickets in no time."

"I don't understand," Dandy said, almost ignoring your words completely. "You must have done something wrong." he accused, now glaring at Paul and the others, their faces also becoming void of any emotion.

Paul tried to assure Dandy that it would be alright, his words similar to your own. You were about to pitch in again, but Dandy was mad.

"You think you're so smart. You don't know anything, you stupid freak."

"He's only trying to help," Eve said.

"Oh, shut up, you ugly cow!" Dandy responded, causing the girls to gasp in disbelief. You knew they were in for it now.

"Dandy, come on, stop-" you said, taking his hand, only for him to step forward, dropping your hand as if you caught the plague. You loved him, you understood him, but you wanted to avoid this argument at all costs.

"-I'm in charge here, and I say it's your fault. No one's coming to the show because you are boring. The town has had its fill of your mediocre oddities. You're done. You're yesterday's news." Dandy said to them, going on about his new ideas for their acts.

"-Don't you touch her!" Paul shouted suddenly, and you saw him shove Dandy away from Penny. She stumbled back, watching them in fright.

"This is my show! I'll do whatever I want!" Dandy retorted, getting right in Paul's face.

"Stop this!" you said, taking a few steps closer, but was knocked to the floor as Eve stepped forward, punching Dandy directly in the nose. He fell over and, in the process, knocked you on your ass. You lost your breath, hitting the hard dirt, and you winced as a tuft of dust rose in the air and causing you to choke.

Penny had gasped, rushing forward to help you up, but the others held Dandy down as Paul spat in his face.

You didn't want to do it, but you found yourself breaking from Penny's grasp, almost shoving her as you scrambled to your feet.

"Knock this shit off, all of you!" you said, glaring from Barbara all the way to Penny, who had just placed her foot on Dandy's hand.

"y/n, I like you, but please keep your mouth shut!" Paul said, looking you up and down as you brushed the dirt from your clean clothes. "This doesn't concern you."

"Anything involving Dandy concerns me." you breathed, brushing your hair out of your face as the others stared at you. From below, Dandy was breathing heavily as blood slowly started trickling from his nose. You could feel his gaze burning into you.

"With all due respect," Barbara pitched in, "You babying him only makes it worse. It's really weird."

You knelt down, cupping Dandy's cheek in your hand as you maneuvered his head around, checking for further damage. He was still fuming but allowed you to touch him, his eyes fluttering shut. You pushed their legs off him, telling them to back off, before helping Dandy to his feet.

"How I treat him doesn't concern you!" you glared. "It doesn't concern any of you."

"y/n-" Dandy began.

"No, I'm not going to just sit around while they beat on you!" you said.

"How does a nice girl like you end up with rubbish like him?" Paul asked, and the others nodded in agreement. "He is a rude, selfish, entitled child."

"He might be all of that to you," you said, standing your ground as they all looked at you with distaste. "But not to me. Dandy is different; he's different like all of you. That doesn't make him defective, or any less of a human than the rest of you here."

The others watched quietly as you reached into your bag sitting on the chair, before pressing a handkerchief to Dandy's bleeding nose. He gave you a solemn look, holding it for you as you deduced that his nose wasn't broken, thankfully.

"You say all of you want to be respected for things you cannot help. If you knew any of the shit Dandy went through growing up, or the things that were going on before he was even born - before he was even a thought to this world, then maybe you'd show a little shred of sympathy."

You realized you were tearing up during all of this. Dandy was becoming upset, seeing you distraught over him.

"I treat him as I see him as someone who never had a chance at a normal life."

You gave them all one last glance, before gathering your stuff and grabbing Dandy's hand. He allowed it this time, holding you tightly as you led him out of the tent. You could feel their eyes follow you out. You could hear them start to talk amongst each other as you disappeared from sight.

"I love you, y/n," Dandy sniffled, wincing slightly at the pain in his nose.

"I love you too," you said, looking up at him with a small smile, “Don’t irritate it too much. We need to get you fixed up before curtain call.”

#dandy mott x reader #ahs freak show #tristan duffy x reader #ahs imagine #request

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ohwereusingourmadeupnames · 4 years

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"Sunday mornings make me nervous"

do the thing - send a number and i’ll write a little ficlet

I had a good time with this one - thanks for the prompt, nonnie!

warnings: minor character death, pain, angst, canon divergence, hurt!tony

Nothing good ever happened on Sunday’s – Peter felt more than sure about that. In all of the craziness of his life, Sunday seemed to be the day when all the shit hit the fan, when the worst of the worst came out to play. If he could obliterate the day from the week, he would – the calendar without Sunday had to cut down on some of the terrible things that continued to happen in his life.

His parent’s car accident happened on a Sunday – the early morning still something that Peter can remember vividly. He clung to his mother’s leg the night before, Peter was still at the age where not having her around felt like torture – the only relief coming when he got to be back in her presence. Aunt May pulled him back and tucked him into her chest, soft lips pressing against his forehead. “They’ll be back, Petey,” she said to him, her words sounding so true, so believable. It took another minute or two for him to calm down and let them walk out the door.

They laid them to rest exactly a week later – that Sunday morning rainy, the skies a dark grey and battling between letting the sun come out to play and subsiding to the storms that were gathering. It seemed appropriate – even at 6, Peter understood that this was only the beginning, that life was long and hard; there’d always be a battle waging.

It sucked having to learn that so early – but in a way, it hardened him a little, made the soft-looking world sharp and crisp like it actually was. He wondered how the rest of the population managed, how those rose-tinted glasses didn’t fall to the floor and reveal all. From that point on, he came to expect bad things.

Which – in his case, turned out to be a good thing. The day that Ben died, Peter was coming back from a Saturday night sleep over at Ned’s. It took them late into the night to get the Diablo stage complete and he was tired. When he walked in to find May and Ben completely done up for Sunday brunch, Peter shook them off – his eyes already heavy from the lack of sleep.

His cell phone ringing not even two hours later woke him up – a feeling of dread sweeping over him with each successive chirp of the phone. May’s broken voice on the other end of the line shook him to the core – the Sunday morning curse.

Making his way down to the hospital to watch Ben die in May’s arms was not how he expected the day to go – the break down that followed bled late into the evening. And when he resurfaced, Peter got his shit together and stood by May’s side. They laid him to rest a week later – the weather this time beautiful, the exact way Ben would have wanted it.

Superpowers and becoming an Avenger came next and for a while, it seemed like things were going to be okay. Sure, sleepless nights and bruises were a commonality – but so were patrols and missions with Iron Man and Captain America. Every battle scar he collected only made Peter stronger – for the first time in his life, he felt like there wasn’t a black cloud over his head

Then, Thanos happened. It didn’t take a genius to realize that things turned to shit on a Sunday morning – the subtle snap of fingers tearing the entire world apart, not just Peter’s. He doesn’t remember much about the dusting – he was in Tony’s arms and then all of the sudden, he wasn’t. The look on Tony’s face when they managed to reunite told him the journey to get to that moment in time was long and hard – the Sunday curse multiplied by a thousand.

When Tony slumped against the rock with all of the infinity stones powers absorbing into the Iron Man suit, the early morning sun was rising – the sky was filled with purples and pinks, the orange right before the sun came up really juxtaposing the scene. They’d done it, the world was just a little safer now that everything was set right. But – everything wasn’t set right. As he kneeled down in front of Tony, he felt his heart shatter.

In the time between coming back and that very moment, he and Tony grew so very close – like maybe Tony worked so hard to bring Peter back for reasons they hadn’t had a chance to get around to talking about. There were shared glances and touches – intimate quiet in the labs and in the seconds when they could sneak one or two alone together. Nothing happened – of course it didn’t, there wasn’t time for that. Tony carried the world on his back and Peter needed to do whatever he could to help with that.

His hand trembled when Tony slumped into it, his eyes sliding shut slowly. He looked around wildly, the rest of the crew standing behind, looking on with sad eyes. “We have to help him – someone, please!” Peter exclaimed, his arms already working to pick the man up, the lifelessness within him frightening – Tony Stark shouldn’t feel like a rag doll in his arms.

The improbability of Dr. Cho keeping Tony alive pushed the doctor harder than ever before – with every passing day, Peter could see more of a hopeful glint in her eyes. They stabilized Tony after a couple of days of uncertainty – and he’d been in a coma ever since. All of the others came and went throughout the day, but not Peter – no, he stayed by Tony’s side day and night, talking to him, holding his hand – hoping with everything within him that this, someone so special, didn’t get taken away from him, too.

A weird sort of feeling settled over him when Tony’s eyes blinked up at him at 1AM on a Sunday morning. It’d been a solid five weeks of worrying, helping Dr. Cho whenever he could, and holding Tony’s slowly diminishing hand in his own. Time’s passage took a toll on Tony’s body, he was thin, the hair on his face course and thick – but he was alive, and that’s all that really mattered.

After waking up and finding out about how much time and care Peter put into being there for Tony and keeping the faith alive, it was pretty easy for the two of them to transition into something a little more permanent – something that could grow and build between them.

Tony and Peter met the rest of the Avenger’s out in front of the hospital, the entire group of them finally looking whole now that Tony was back. They all knew he’d never be able to be the action hero that saved the world again – his entire right side was riddled with scars and nerve damage, the tissue littered with the remnants of the infinity stones powers in the form of long black streaks. Never mind the fact that he was frail and weak looking – Peter missed it the first time around but understood how much Tony’s body had already been through.

They only wanted Tony Stark back, anyway – Iron Man be damned.

Getting Tony home and into a routine that didn’t make them want to throw the other out the window took a little while – Tony was healing, and Peter still felt so drained from everything. They slowly found a way to make it work, though – Peter loved Tony enough to understand and did what he could to keep both of their nightmares at bay. The job was a lot harder than he thought, though – there were so many things they both carried, so many demons that chased them through the night.

Peter woke up from a particularly bad nightmare after a long Saturday night of soothing an aching Tony – the man finally falling to sleep a little before midnight after an entire evening of muscle aches and tremors. When sleep finally overtook Peter a couple hours later, he dreamed of losing Tony, of darkness overcoming him – the man just out of Peter’s reach. It wasn’t new, either. Most nights Tony struggled, Peter’s subconscious played around with his weaknesses and vulnerabilities.

Despite so much loss in his life, losing Tony still ranked number one. His worst fear. His ultimate downfall.

After gasping awake in a cold sweat and making sure the man was still snuggled into the mattress next to him, Peter got up out of bed, his limbs still shaking from the aftershock. There’d be no sleep for the rest of the night – there never was after that dream. Without making too much noise, he crept out of the room and wandered down the long dark hall into the tower’s living room. Maybe the Switch would take his mind off of the thoughts still lingering in the back of his mind.

He never managed to even turn the thing on – Peter fell into the cushions and let everything wash over him, instead. The pull of his emotions too great.

It didn’t register that tears were streaming down his face until the collar of his shirt was soaked through – he couldn’t be sure about the amount of time that past, either. The sound of footsteps had him sniffling, the sleeves of his shirt becoming the perfect tissue.

“Tony, what are you doing up?” Peter asked, his voice still tear heavy and thick, like he hadn’t used it in a while. There was no disguising the red streaks on his face or the puffiness of his eyes – but he tried anyway, a half smile sliding across his lips in an attempt.

Tony didn’t try to move any closer to him for a few minutes, the older man leaning heavily against the wall. His left hand moved to scratch at the longer hair on his chin, Tony’s eyes never leaving Pete’s. “I felt the bed move when you got up. I thought maybe you were gonna head to the lab – but I heard whimpers and decided to come out to investigate. What’s the matter, baby?”

A part of him wanted to laugh, there were so many things wrong – so many parts of him that didn’t feel real, or right – so many fears were swimming within him, superpowers be damned. The one good thing he could claim stood in front of him calling him baby, those amber eyes looking at him so sincerely. Sighing, he got up and walked until he was standing right in front of Tony, his shoulder leaning against the wall in the same fashion as the other.

“Sunday mornings make me nervous,” he whispered, his free shoulder shrugging, trying for nonchalance. “I had a bad dream and just – I guess I was still stuck in it a bit.” When he finished speaking, he took a step closer and pulled Tony into his arms, Peter especially careful with the still healing right side of the man’s body. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” Lips pressed against the shell of Tony’s ear and lingered, both men content to be in this familiar embrace.

“It’s okay. I missed you,” Tony mumbled back, his body sagging into Peter’s, the fatigue from earlier so very evident. “Stay next time – I’ll help make it better.”

Peter didn’t understand how much he needed to hear that until the words sounded in his ears. Eyes wide, he pulled back just enough to lock gazes with Tony, the softness in the other’s glance making the sincerity evident. Nodding, he enjoyed the weight and sureness of Tony in his arms for a couple minutes longer, the earlier anxiety seeping away bit by bit.

Tony leaned up and pressed a sleepy kiss to Peter’s lips, his hand lingering on his cheek.

“Come back to bed.”

#starker #peter parker/tony stark #tony stark/peter parker #tony stark x peter parker #peter parker x tony stark #ironspider #spider-man #iron man #ask prompts #sunday mornings make me nervous #canon divergence

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chiseler · 4 years

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TWO ALONE: A Noir Pastoral

It gets darker in the country than in the city.

Urban areas are thought to teem with crime and vice, but for city dwellers used to crowded, well-lit streets there’s a special terror about lonely rural roads at night. To the wary urbanite, the country—while it may be pretty for a Sunday outing—is a place of isolation, ignorance, backwardness and intolerance. This distrust feeds a strain of the rural gothic that trickles through Hollywood movies, always marginal and often subversive. Less common than the swampy, overripe Southern gothic, this genre of bucolic noir portrays farm life as mean, hard-bitten, joyless, and rife with exploitation—less salt-of-the-earth than salt-in-the-wounds.

F.W. Murnau’s City Girl (1929) set the template. Here Murnau inverted the pattern of Sunrise (1928), in which George O’Brien’s restless farmer is corrupted by an immoral city vixen and redeemed by a his wholesome, pure-hearted peasant wife. In City Girl, the eponymous heroine spends her days slinging hash in a Chicago lunch counter, sweating and footsore, batting away passes from endless hordes of male customers. At night she goes home to the roar of the El outside her cramped little room, blows the dust off her pitiful potted flower, listens to the chirping of a mechanical bird toy, and dreams of a better life outside the city. But when she marries a naive farm boy and goes home with him to the wheat fields, she’s briskly disillusioned. She has to contend with her harshly disapproving, bible-thumping father-in-law, who dominates her spineless husband; with a crowd of lecherous hired hands whose leering and pawing are worse than anything at the lunch counter; with thankless toil and her in-laws’ grim obsession with profit.

City Girl was caught in the changeover to sound, made as a silent but released in a mangled form with added musical and dialogue scenes. (The silent version has since been recovered and is now the only version available.) Among the changes that came with the adoption of sound was an intense urbanization of Hollywood’s output. The difficulty of location shooting and the influx of actors and writers from New York may have been the causes, but the whole tone of pre-Code movies is urban: wised-up, fast-paced, slangy.

Even when someone tried to make a film extolling the virtues of rural life, it seems they just couldn’t stop sneering and shuddering. The Purchase Price (1933), a total mis-fire by William Wellman, follows the basic trajectory of City Girl but is made with complete disregard for narrative logic or credibility. Barbara Stanwyck plays a nightclub singer so fed up with life on the Big Street, and with her seemingly amiable racketeer boyfriend, that she decides to flee to North Dakota as a mail-order bride. There she behaves like a brainwashed gulag inmate, cheerfully undergoing her re-education-through-labor: waking at dawn in a room so cold the water in her pitcher is frozen, and slogging through back-breaking toil in support of a churlish ingrate husband. (Played by the charmless George Brent, he pounces on her without preamble on their wedding night, and is so deeply offended by her rejection that he refuses ever to give her a second chance.) Of course, who would want to earn a cushy living warbling a song or two in a silver lamé gown when she could don an unflattering apron and a pair of galoshes and tote heavy pails of water along muddy paths while fending off cretinous rustics and suffering the scorn of a man with a chronic sniffle? Umm....

Somehow I imagine that the men who wrote The Purchase Price (the screenplay was by Warner Brothers regular Robert Lord, having an off day) were about as fond of clean country living as Oscar Levant, whose freak-out upon finding himself on the remote Neshobe Island is memorably recorded in Harpo Marx’s sublime autobiography, Harpo Speaks. He describes how Levant dissolved into panic when dragged off to this idyllic spot: “‘Birds!’ he wailed. ‘There are birds here! The sickest creatures on God’s earth! Trees! Even the trees are psychotic! Bugs! Don’t tell me there aren’t any insects here because I know there are!’ He grabbed my arm. ‘Harpo,’ he said, ‘What have you done to me? Take me away from here. Take me away from here!’”

Rural gothic films succeed where they avoid Purchase Price-style hypocrisy and are unapologetic in their antagonism. The completely unexpected Two Alone (1934) is such a triumph. It is unexpected both because this kind of dark, brooding, romantic, Borzagean tale was out of fashion in 1934, and because no one involved in the film had a distinguished record elsewhere. Director Elliott Nugent started as an unpreposessing actor (he’s the wimpy love interest in the talkie version of The Unholy Three, and had his best role as an emotionally damaged ex-pilot in The Last Flight) and as a director churned out mainly lightweight fare and earnest mediocrities like the 1949 Great Gatsby. The cast is headed by bland B leads—lovely Jean Parker, whose acting is rudimentary, and perennial kid-brother Tom Brown—and by a crew of usually predictable character actors. But nothing about this film is predictable.

It opens with barnyard footage that prepares you for a quaint rustic comedy (an expectation encouraged by the presence of ZaSu Pitts’s name in the credits). But the scenes of farmer Slag (Arthur Byron) rousting his family out of bed for another workday have a nasty edge: he’s a mean bastard, his wife (Beulah Bondi) is a sour-faced shrew, and their daughter is all one would expect from such a love match. The next shock is our first view of Mazie (Parker), bathing naked in a stream, her fully exposed rear ogled by Slag in a creepy Suzanna-and-the-Elders scene.

Mazie is an orphan and essentially a slave to her foster family, who exploit her powerlessness to the full. When the stingy, iron-fisted Slag growls self-righteously that “No one ever gave me anything,” one can hear the echo from today’s G.O.P. candidates. The protestant work ethic has drained this family of the last drop of humanity; they’re more miserly with compassion than with coin, and their flinty obsession with squeezing every penny from their workers and their land is related to Slag’s predatory lust and his wife’s barren prudishness. (When a hired man quits, Mrs. Slag confronts him with a shotgun and goes through his suitcase to make sure he didn’t steal any spoons; he jokes unkindly that she doesn’t need the shotgun to protect herself from him.) When Mazie falls in love with Adam (Brown), a reform school runaway who becomes another de facto slave, their romantic and sexual union is the ultimate threat to the Slags: a combined threat of rebellion, of idleness, of emotional warmth, of fertility, of freedom.

These themes are woven cleverly through the film. There is an ambiguous scene at the beginning where the middle-aged hired hand George Marshall (Willard Robertson) talks to Mazie by the well as she’s fetching water. Robertson was a character actor distinguished by his hard slitty eyes, and he usually played cops and sheriffs—the kind you know won’t believe your story. Here, he’s kind to Mazie, but his interest seems suspicious, especially when they talk about her unknown father, and Marshall opines that “no substitute has been found yet” for a biological father. It later turns out that Marshall is her father, that he has sought her ought and plans to rescue her. Hence the well, where Mazie looks at her reflection and imagines she is seeing her mother’s face, becomes a symbol of revelation—truth emerging from the well, as in the old adage. Yet it remains an ominous image too: in the end Mazie will throw herself into the well as Slag attacks Adam, who is now the father of her unborn child.

We first see Adam literally falling off the back of a truck, where he has been hitching a ride, and tumbling down a dusty slope. Tom Brown has a baby face that usually shone with gee-whiz, schoolboy cockiness under slicked-back hair. Here, with his hair tousled and a look of wary bitterness on his dirt-streaked face, he’s surprisingly attractive and forceful. Adam was sent to reform school after beating up his father, who abused his mother; Slag sees a chance to benefit by concealing Adam and blackmailing him into working for no wages.

Mazie and Adam bond first like brother and sister. Their awakening to something more comes in a dark, weirdly sexy scene that suggests anything but innocent pastoral romance. Left behind while the Slags are off at their daughter’s wedding, the young couple sits around a fire outdoors with Sandy (Charley Grapewin), a harmlessly demented dipsomaniac whose daughter (Pitts, in a very minor role) locks him in the shed to keep him out of trouble. Sandy starts telling them about the customs of Indian weddings, in which the groom has to chase down the bride. As he beats hypnotically on an upturned bowl to imitate the tom-toms, Adam and Mazie are unnerved and then possessed by the drumming; they run off into the dark woods and kiss.

Later, after they run away together, they succumb again in a field full of cloyingly sweet night flowers. But their sexual passion leads them into a love as pure and faithful as anything in Borzage. Their position as outcast waifs who find salvation in one another recalls Lucky Star—where crippled Charles Farrell and ragged farm girl Janet Gaynor develop an achingly delicate love in a bleak, slovenly rural gothic setting. The loveliest moment in Two Alone comes when Mazie, who has just realized she’s pregnant, faints and is carried into the house by Slag, who shoos Adam away. Ordered back to her chores as soon as she revives, Mazie goes to the porch for firewood. Through the window, we see Adam standing outside in the lashing rain, waiting to find out if she’s all right. It’s a beautifully framed and lit image that illustrates, without mawkishness, Adam’s devotion and the forlorn yearning of the young lovers kept apart.

Perhaps it’s unlikely that this story would end well, that the one good father would win out over all the bad fathers. George Marshall shows up in the nick of time after Adam has brawled with and been shot by Slag, and Mazie has thrown herself in the well. Adam still has to go back to reform school, but it’s a generally hopeful ending—and it comes as a great relief. It’s a tribute to the small film’s emotional power that we really don’t want to see the the luckless young lovers suffer any more.

Two Alone feels out of place at the tail end of the pre-Code era; it looks both backward to silent melodramas and forward to rural gothic noirs like Borzage’s Moonrise (1948), Jean Negulesco’s Deep Valley (1947), and Delmer Daves’ The Red House (1947). In Deep Valley, Ida Lupino is an isolated girl whose parents’ frosty, sick, mutually punishing relationship has reduced her to timid, stammering neurosis. She blossoms after meeting another wounded soul (Dane Clark), a convict escaped from a chain gang that is building a road through the remote woods; but he can’t free himself from his compulsively violent nature, and finds escape only in death. Clark had his finest hour in the gorgeous and haunting Moonrise, as a young man ostracized by his nasty Southern backwater town because his father was hanged for murder.

The past lingers longer in small towns and lonely farmsteads than in cities, where anonymity and change constantly wash around the inhabitants. This makes rural noir a more natural phenomenon than is commonly assumed, since the fatal grip of the past is a central noir theme. The Red House is a psychological haunted-house tale, and if one is not too distracted by the incongruity of Edward G. Robinson and Judith Anderson playing both siblings and farmers, it achieves a dense atmosphere of decay and blight. One-legged Pete Morgan (Robinson) relies on both spooky rumors and a hired redneck with a shotgun to keep people out of the woods around a ruined farmhouse that harbors the macabre secret of the woman he loved and killed. The woman’s daughter, ignorant of her past, is Morgan’s adopted daughter, and as his mind crumbles he begins to mistake her for his long-lost love, a disturbingly incestuous delusion. There’s a campfire-story creepiness about this film, you can almost hear the twigs snapping and see the light flickering, making the woods beyond blacker.

Bring a flashlight. It gets dark out there in the country.

by Imogen. Sara Smith

#Imogen Sara Smith #The Chiseler #Two Alone #noir #pre-code #Jean Parker

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lala-in-the-impala · 4 years

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Call me sick but one of my favorite nabrina scenes in the most stressful ones in part 3 ( their breakup and their fight in the woods) .Not to mention, kiernan states in a interview a crew member was literally sniffling while filming their breakup. Those scenes to me were truly raw and captivating. Their breakup scene alone had more chemistry then her and harvey had in the whole part 1. BUT PT 2 WAS A SERVE FOR NABRINA FANS, I TOOK THAT FOR GRANTED AND LOOK WHERE PART 3 GOT ME. I WANT PT 4 NOW.

I have to agree Nonnie!! The break up was so well done and filled with raw emotion, that I’m not surprised the crew members got emotional...

I KNOW RIGHT? I WOULD LIKE PART 4

#ask #answered #nabrina

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thethoughtsfromthreeam · 4 years

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Lady of the Lake

Pairing: Ginger Ale/Elizabeth x Merlin/Hamish

Warnings: Smut

A/N: We’re now in the same modern day timeline as California. You’ll probably wanna read Chapters 8 through 12 if you’re lost.

Reminder: I haven’t seen Kingsman: The Golden Circle, so I’m just using the Wikia, IMDB.com, some gifs, and my own weird ass brain to make up this whole ass story.

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Part 6

California Dreaming

Today

Ginger was typing away on some notes when the door to the tech room opened. She looked up and saw Shirley walk in with her arms full of folders and books, looking every inch of the spectacular researcher she was. She stopped at Ginger’s desk and set down a large folder stuffed with papers. She looked up when Ginger spoked to her.

“Hey friend, I wasn’t expecting to see you today!” Her voice and smile were cheery, but it faltered a bit when she really looked at Shirl. Though the librarian’s voice didn’t give anything away, something seemed off about her.

“Hey Ging, here’s that file you asked for. I’m still working on it, but I didn’t want to delay what I already had for you so you could get started.” While her voice held steady, Ginger sense that something was wrong only grew. Her questioning face was answered with a tight smile and shoulder squeeze. “I’ll see you later, ya?”

“Of course.” Came the reply. Ginger knew better than to push her friend, but she worried, nonetheless. The research she requested was on three dead agents connected to the Chicago office and she opened her file as Shirley left the room and began to go over the case contents. Her work on the California case was heating up and she was certain she had been able to track the killer’s patterns.

She wondered if Shirley’s behavior was tied to the subject matter. She never said anything directly to her, but Ginger wondered if she should start asking someone other than Shirley to help on this case given her deep connection to it. Even if the woman insisted everything was fine, her friends secretly thought Shirley was just telling them what she thought they wanted to hear.

She was engrossed in her readings when Merlin shoved open the door and strode up to her. She looked up and smiled before she saw his face. It immediately fell when she saw the serious look he sported and began to worry when he saw the panic in his eyes. Merlin doesn’t panic, but he was now.

“He’s here, m’eudail.”

“What? Who?”

“The killer you’ve been hunting. He was in the library and spoked to Shirl.” Ginger’s gasp was loud, and she dropped the file that was in her hand. He stood next to her, but before he could say anything, Chai’s radio went off and Champ’s voice filled the room alerting her to the situation.

Ginger began to feel a creeping cold in her chest at his tone – he sounded scared. She looked through her windows towards the library across the hall when she saw Tequila stalk by with his rifle out and the doors to the library swung open as Jack strode through. Oh god, oh god, oh god, she thought.

“Oh god, Hamish!” In her fear she used his real name in the lab without thinking about it and in his concern, he didn’t notice. He put his hand on her shoulder and nodded towards the CCTV monitors. She nodded back and they hurried over, with Chai on their tail. With thirty monitors, three sets of eyes were needed.

“Focus on the library, Elizabeth, he was in there with Shirley.” Her hands shook at the thought that her sister had been in the same room as the killer, as the man who tortured her all those years ago. The cold in her chest soon felt like a block of ice and she tried not to panic. The last time she felt such cold was five years ago and she forced herself not to think of California or its aftermath.

“I don’t see anyone out of place on this thing, though and no one going into the library.” Merlin’s voice was rough with frustration. She looked over at him. She realized he didn’t know half of it.

“We think he’s a Statesman.” His head whipped around to look at her. “Everything Shirley uncovered years ago and everything I’ve been working on points to it. He knows our tricks, Hamish, he’s going to be hard to find because we taught him how to stay hidden from sight.”

Jack entered the room, clearly trying to keep his fear and anger in check. “Anything?” He asked, his voice giving him away.

“Give me a minute, we’re still scanning the halls.” Ginger murmured as her face was practically against her screen, looking for something that would tell her where the bastard was. “I didn’t see him leave the library after the call came over the radio, so he had to leave before.”

She suddenly stopped and Merlin looked at her with heavy concern. They both turned to Jack and yelled in unison, “Whiskey, the boardroom!”

Jack looked stunned and paused a moment before he whirled around and ran out of the tech room. Ginger ran to Chai’s desk and grabbed the radio to relay her findings to the rest of the team. Chai stood still next to the monitors while Ginger ran to a lockbox in the lab.

She drew out her keys and unlocked it, revealing several guns. She pulled out one and checked to see if it was full. She put the safety on and tucked it into the waistband of her pants before turning around to Merlin. He nodded and they left the room.

Ginger took a hard left at the end of the hall and she saw a small crowd already gathering at the doorway to the board room. Champ stood in front of it, arms out and blocking access to inside. Brandy, Vodka, and Tequila, along with a few other agents were standing outside the door, watching the events inside unfold. Even from the hallway, Ginger could hear Jack’s voice.

They elbowed their way to the front and Ginger lightly gasped when she saw Jack tussling with what must have been the killer. She felt both Tequila and Merlin each grab a hand and she clung to them for dear life. Her eyes wandered over the Shirley, who stood in the corner not looking the least bit afraid. The tightness in her chest eased at the sight, but she was still worried for Jack.

The fight seemed to last forever and when the killer slammed Jack into the ground several times while strangling him, Ginger couldn’t hold back her sobs. Her friend was being killed and Champ wasn’t doing anything about it. She felt Tequila’s hand get tighter and she glanced over and saw his cheek muscles jumping. She knew he wanted to jump in and save Jack. They were like brothers and it pained him to see it all go down the way it was.

“Oh my god.” Brandy’s voice behind Ginger made her jump and she looked back into the room just in time to see Shirley drop a plant pot on the killer’s head before stepping back.

“What the fuck?” he screamed as he turned around. Shirley stood there looking at him.

“Get off of him.” Her voice was low. He laughed.

“Aww, the kitten has come to protect her man.”

“I said, get off him, you fucking prick.” Ginger gasped and dropped both men’s hands to cover her mouth. The man turned to her and the cold that seemed to ease a few moments ago grew bigger in her chest until she saw Shirley draw a gun and point it at the man. When the gun went off, Ginger jumped a mile and let out a squeak. She then watched the woman she’d spent five years trying to avenge walk over and sit on the man until he bled out.

She started to cry again as Shirley ran over to Jack and they kissed. The killer was dead, and this exhausting saga was done. Champ stepped aside and Tequila and Ginger ran to their friends. They fell into a heap and Ginger kissed Shirley on the cheek and hugged her before Tequila grabbed her. Ginger held her hand out to Jack who took it and smiled at her. Their foursome remained unbroken.

Merlin stayed back at the door with Champ, watching the scene unfold before him. His heart eased at the lightness on Ginger’s face and when he was asked to stay to help with the aftermath, he heartily agreed. Happy endings weren’t staple in their work, especially for cases like this one, so he wanted to enjoy it while he could.

It was over.

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Several Days Later

“So, here’s what I know and what Malbec and I assumed. . .” The authority in Shirley’s voice filled the room and she, along with Ginger, Merlin, Chai, Tequila, and Champ closed out one of the agency’s longest running cases. A serial killer had operated inside the organization for years and over forty agents, recruits, and even retirees had been murdered by one Agent Kirsch out of the Austin office. Chai worked the computer, compiling the reports while Ginger created the digital timeline. She looked at back at the faces on her screen and her heart clenched at so many lives lost.

“Ginger, call Jackson Hole, Port . . . I mean Kirsch . . . said he killed a female agent from their office two weeks ago.” Merlin made the call instead and as they watched, the headshot of a woman with sparkling green eyes and curly red hair looked back at the crew as it popped up on the screen. She had been known as Agent Bourbon and she had been only thirty-three when she was tortured and killed. They all sat silent and Chai’s quiet sniffles could be heard.

“God, I hope that is the last of them.” Champ’s voice was roughened with emotion. Knowing so many of his agents had been killed so brutally by one of their own was heartbreaking. But the bastard was dead, and he knew that they had to be better about ferreting out these kinds of agents and getting rid of them – by any means necessary.

“I’ll notify the offices of this news and I’ll work with Cooper, Tannin, and Oak to create new policy to stop this shit.” Champ stood up. “The least we can do is make sure this never happens again and that no one can use our work against us. But first, I’m calling Austin. I’ve had it with Rum.”

Ginger couldn’t help the smile the played on her lips. Looks like he was getting Mezcal as Austin’s new chief agent after all. Shirley also stood and said her good-byes before leaving for lunch with Jack. Tequila and Chai sat together, talking quietly and Ginger briefly wondered if anything was going on between the two of them. Elizabeth, you got sex on the brain, she scolded herself before turning back to Champ.

Merlin sat at the desk working on the digital files while Ginger and Champ chatted about technical protocols that they could put in place now.

“Damn. I think I need Shirley back; I have questions.” Merlin looked at Ginger. Champ held up his hand before reaching for the phone and calling his assistant, Tannin.

“Go waylay Shirley before she and Jack leave. We need her here.” He nodded a few times before hanging up. “She’ll get Shirl.”

As they continued to talk, Tequila walked up to them and joined the conversation. Much of the work he and Chai did gave them some understanding of a final count, but he was certain they wouldn’t ever know the final number. When Shirley walked in, she was smiling at everyone and Merlin pulled her aside. She stayed for an hour and together the two had a completed case file to share with the rest of the Statesman offices. The look of satisfaction on everyone’s faces was contagious and the dark cloud was fully dissipated, the five-year saga was at an end.

“Let’s get lunch, Ging, I’m starving.” Shirley looped her arm through her friend’s. No. Her sister.

“Aren’t you having it with Jack?”

“Not anymore, he’s gotta be in his meeting with Brandy about those transfers about now. I think they’re going to be the last ones for a while. Kingsman is almost at capacity.”

“Then sure.”

“Good, then I can give you an earful for interrupting me before Jack could rail me on his damn desk.” Shirley said quietly as she glared at her friend and Ginger coughed in shock before laughing almost manically. Shirl just kept walking out the door, dragging the hysterical woman along with her. Sometimes sisters could be such little shits to each other.

#ginger ale #halle berry #merlin #mark strong #ginger ale x merlin #fanfic #kingsman: the golden circle

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skzarchivewritings · 5 years

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All I Ask – ｊｉｓｕｎｇ

Summary: You're a staff in JYP and had fall in love with the rookie Han from Stray Kids, unfortunately you can't keep hiding this relationship forever.

Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader

Genre: angst.

Warnings: breakup and slight mention of smut (not explicit).

A/N: English isn't even my second language, so I apologize since the beginning for any mistake. You can always talk to me in twitter @3RACHAGIRL to warn me about anything. This is loosely based in All I Ask by Adele.

Word count: 1804

You always knew this couldn't last forever. Even though you were selfish enough to keep this going, deep down you always knew. It was risky since the beginning, and now things have crashed down.

It was always a matter of time until people caught both of you with your guards down, but you got used to his presence. He promised you that he would reveal you to the world when his dating ban finally reached the end. Unfortunately, people got you guys before that, and after a meeting with lots of swearing, you've been fired from your job of choreographer and he was punished with less spotlight in Stray Kids next comeback.

What has hurt you most was the decision that he had to face: you or his career. Of course he wouldn't give up from his dream, and do you wouldn't let him do it. The manager spoke harshly about how you two had to breakup what shouldn't even be started, you felt the weight of this mess crash you, and the heartbreak never felt so real.

The urge to go running away and hide to cry was so intense, you were ready to leave, but Jisung hands gripped your arms, holding you close. You heard him sniffling in your hair, probably facing the same difficulty as you to hold back his tears.

"Just three years... Can you wait for me?" his voice was trembling.

You just nodded, hugging him close enough to bury your face in his chest, letting the tears fall down. He asked for a last night, you wondered if this would do good, but you needed to hold him for one last time.

Jisung went to your apartment that night, you were waiting for him patiently. Every and then you were dressing up for him, you thought that was the last time you would do it for him in a while, just to think about it alone would bring tears in your eyes. When he passed the door, you tried to get a hold of yourself, smiling for him.

"You looks so beautiful today, love" you said to him, smiling brightly.

"You look as beautiful as ever, Y/N." he smiled, taking a few steps to get closer, caressing your cheek "I am already missing you" his voice fell.

The atmosphere were tense for the next fifteen minutes, but then Jisung carried you to the couch, to watch a movie together. It was Me Before You, you guys liked the bittersweet of that movie, even if it wasn't exactly the most favorite type of yours.

He leaned his head in your shoulders, hugging you tight, sometimes joking about some scene. You were distracted by him, looking at his face, memorizing every single detail of him, from his eyebrows shape to his chin. Your heart was beating in a way that was hurting you, you were feeling feeling nauseous of how intense just his bare face was hurting you because he was leaving. Jisung noticed that, sitting up straight and leaning to kiss your forehead.

"I'm still here..." he kissed you again, closing his eyes "Don't cry in front of me, I can't handle seeing you cry." he begged, with his point fingertip in your lips, that he switched to his mouth, locking with yours.

He was passionate in his touches, placing his hands firm enough to make you sure he was there. He kissed you gently, slowly, making you feel the desire he was feeling too. Jisung carried you to your bedroom, placing you on your bed.

That night he worshipped your body like he never did, he leaved marks on you, and not the hickeys ones, the mark of feeling loved. He took you slow, with lots of locking eyes together, he made you sure you knew how much he loved you, until you two had the energy drained, and then collapsed into each other arms, falling asleep.

But when you woke up, he wasn't there anymore.

You felt the pain hit you hard. He didn't even said goodbye, you couldn't tell him one last time that you loved him. You sit in bed, putting your face in your hands with frustration. There was a post it glued to your mattress, it took you lot of courage to read that.

I couldn't face you in the morning, I'm sorry. There's coffee waiting for you. See you in three years. J.One

You cried desperately, maybe he could hear you. You heart clenched in pain, it was starting to making everything too real. It was hard to get up that day, but you convinced yourself to go at least eat the breakfast he prepared for you.

The other days were harder. Sometimes you would cry in the middle of nowhere, like cleaning up your bathroom. You tried hard to get yourself together, but you just couldn't do it.

What gives you hope was read that note every night before go to bed. It was a temporary pain, everything will pass, you thought.

The days were getting a little bit easier through the time, you were getting used to the pain. You needed to get a hold of yourself, and then you searched for another company to work for. Luckily JYP haven't blacklisted you, so it made easier to find a new job.

You spent the last three years helping to prepare a new girlgroup to debut, they were really hard working and united, that enough made your heart fall for them. When their debut date was set, you were so full of work you didn't even realized that has passed the dating ban from Stray Kids, you haven't called him, and neither did him.

Your boss told the dance staff to always be with them, so even in music shows recording for their debut stage you were there too. The girls always thanked you for helping them with female stuff, because most of the staff was men, so you understood them better, always getting their back. One day you were in Inkigayo backstage, and you passed by a loud screeching noise you totally got forgotten in the past months about it, you heart almost jumped out of your chest. You speed up your pace, running out from that sound that made you shocked.

“Noona, are you okay?” the maknae from the group asked you, and you just smiled to her. “I'm fine, I just think I saw a ghost in the corridor” you faked a laugh, getting a water bottle and drinking. The girl was so confused, and lowkey scared that you might be telling the truth.

The older one just entered the room, retouching her lipstick in front of the mirror, analyzing her features in the mirror. She looked at you so enthusiastically that you felt taken aback when she spoke with you.

“Noona, I need coverage” she looked at her feet, blushing red “I just found this sunbaenim… He is really cute, tho… Can you watch us to warn if someone suddenly appears?” she was fully red in her face, and you looked hella confused.

“I mean… Taehee… isn't it too risky to do it?” you were concerned, getting closer to her, getting a grip onto her shoulders “You just debuted, don't risk everything because of a fling” you weren't being harsh, you just knew that same path, although you never told anyone about why you have been fired from your previous job, you felt the need to explain to that girl that she has to take some manners in industry.

Suddenly you felt the weight of your own past relationship to add to your shoulder, you had to excuse yourself out of the changing room to have some fresh air, you were ready to burst into tears. For three years you didn't dated anyone, you haven't been in a blind date or something, you just waited for him. You forgot this because of how busy and stressed you were in this whole trainee process, and just by hearing him from a long distance snapped you out of your own trance. How could Han Jisung affect you that much even after all this time? That was unfair.

Walking by the corridors you spotted Stray Kids manager, you bowed to him and got ready to walk away, but he stopped you.

“Y/N! It's been so long…” yeah, like you weren't the one who denounced your secret dates with his member, you thought.

“Hey” you forced yourself to smile “Yeah, now I'm training a girlgroup, amazing, isn't it?”

He congratulated you, and looked sincere, you both small talk for a little bit, when you are ready to turn around and go away, you saw those flashes of pity in his eyes. You wished you could curse him, break him apart.

Walking around you found yourself a nice and quiet place to simply stay there with your thoughts, you found a sit in the ground, closing your eyes and torturing yourself with memories that should be long forgotten. It was so hard to keep standing still, it's almost like you've been woken up from a coma just to hear his voice. It hurted you so bad. Your heart felt terrible in pain because your mind reminded you how brightly Jisung used to smile to you, or his scared faces whenever a loud noise suddenly appeared. You chuckled to that memory of your phone ringing making him surprised when you were so close to him and everything was so silent.

He was the sweetest, but now he's untouchable for you. Stray Kids has gone way too far for you to ask him about his promise, you weren't that selfish. Also he probably has already got over you. Han never called you in these three years, and something in the back of your mind told you it was because he probably didn't wanted you back. It was foolish from you to keep waiting for something that would never happen, you could only cherish the good memories that he left with you.

You recomposed yourself and went back to the corridors searching for your staff crew members, you would probably have to apologize for gone missing for a couple of minutes. Walking fast, you suddenly stopped when the Stray Kids changing room door opened, revealing Jisung itself. He smiled at you, you smiled back, but hurried before he could start a conversation with you, for the sake of your own emotional state. You would always remind of him like a good and smiling guy, it was better for you just end things in a good mood.

It always mattered for you how it would ends, and with a smile face was the better possibility you could take from that. It was time to let him go.

Goodbye, brown eyes. Goodbye, my love.

#heathclifftragedy #han jisung #jisung angst #stray kids scenario #stray kids angst #angst #han jisung angst #stray kids #han angst

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diyunho · 7 years

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The Joker x Reader - “Mother”

The Joker doesn’t have a past: nobody knows who he is or where he came from. But he has a Mother and God help the ones finding out the secret: they won’t live to see another day. Even if she is a mystery herself, The King of Gotham wouldn’t trust anybody else because a long time ago Mother proved him wrong when he thought nobody cared.

“So what do you say, Mister J? Would you like to close the deal?”

The Joker takes a deep breath, pretending to weight in the offer, then swiftly answers:

“I don’t do human trafficking.”

“Oh, come on Mister J, there’s such good money from it,” Lex points out towards the piles of $100.00 bills scattered on the negotiation table. The other 6 men in the room nervously watch The King of Gotham, hoping he will change his mind. They need his territory to expand the business.

“Allow me to show you something,” Lex continues, signaling Jase and the gangster leaves for a couple of minutes, returning with a woman he pushes inside the room, cussing at her as she fights his grip. J is silent, observing the scene without any trace of emotion on his face.

“Take this one for example,” Jase slams you against the wall, telling you to behave. “We got her last night. A little bit on the older side, looks like she is in her mid 30’s, but you know, some clients would still prefer her over the younger ones: she’s beautiful and we can get a few productive years out of her.”

You shiver, disgusted, being so cold you can barely think straight.

J stares you down and the mobster keeps on going:

“One of my men wanted to sample the merchandise this morning and she knocked his lights out. As a punishment, we kept her in the shed outside for hours; almost below zero in this crazy weather. That ought to teach her who’s in charge! It usually does the trick, ain’t that right, honey?” he winks and they all laugh, except The Joker.

You bite on your blue lips so you can feel them again: you were in that shed for so long without a coat, just jeans and a sweater. Frozen to the bone, you can’t control your shaking. You hug yourself in a faint attempt to warm up.

“Cat got your tongue?” another one snickers, thrilled at you present situation. “Mister J,” he turns towards their guest,” would you like to evaluate the assets before you say no the deal? She needs a lesson and you are perfect for the task: do whatever you want with her. I bet you like the feisty ones, don’t…you…?” His smirk turns into a grimace when J gives him a demented glare.

“And how the fuck do you know what I like?” The Joker growls, displeased with the assumption while tapping his fingers on the table. “I’m not a rapist!” he snarls, cracking his neck.

The guys are all fast to talk, realizing they upset him; they had no idea this will take such an unexpected turn.

“No way, Mister J!”

“By all means, we didn’t mean to offend you!”

“She wants it for sure: it’s her job. That’s what whores do!” Jase concludes, trying to convince J of their goodwill.

“And how do you know she’s a whore?” The Clown Prince of Crime smacks his lips, sighing with annoyance.

“Sir, you know that…”

J interrupts, muttering through his clenched teeth:

“The fact that you kidnap somebody and force them into prostitution doesn’t make them a whore!”

The wannabe business partners have no clue on how to reply and why this is sliding on such a dangerous slope so fast: they thought they had it figured out.

“You there!” The Joker shouts, making you gaze his way. “You wanna have sex with me?”he bluntly inquires.

You nod a no and a confirmation is expected:

“Are you sure?”

“Y-yes,” the reply fallows without hesitation.

“She said no,” J becomes even more imposing as soon as he adjusts the collar of his long, white furry coat. “If I force her it’s rape and I am not a rapist,” he underlines the last word, getting pissed.

“Mister J, come on now. We just thought…”

“You thought wrong!” he raises his voice and gets up from the table, stepping towards you, not excited about this stupid evening.

He stops in front of you and takes the coat from his shoulders, placing it around you.

“Are you OK?” he asks, looking you in the eyes.

“U-hum,” you sniffle, already better since the fur is so cozy.

“One of these days you’ll get yourself killed, or worse…” he leans over to whisper in your ear.

The men are getting impatient; something is off.

“The girls are here,” you announce in a low tone, resting your forehead on his chest. “All my children are here; I saw them last night when I was brought to this place.”

“What’s going on?” Jase moves his chair and the others follow.

“SIT. YOUR. ASS.DOWN !!!!!!” J commands with such ferocity they have no choice but to execute his request.

“Who…who is this, Mister J ?” Lex suspiciously brings up the concern they all share.

“This, gentlemen,” he promptly turns towards them, softly caressing your back, “is my Mother. THE Mother,” he emphasizes the statement and it suddenly makes you warmer. It’s the first time in so many years he referred to you as his Mother.

The gangsters exchange quick glances, panicking.

“This is Mother?” Lex holds his breath, hoping it’s all a misunderstanding.

The wild grin on your face and the fact that The Joker admitted to the connection between the two of you confirms their fear: at this point they know none of them will live to tell.

*****************

Nobody knew where you came from. Almost 26 back then, you already had a whole underground network going. So much mystery and secrecy surrounding your existence, so many rumors and assumptions about who you really were. Not a single soul was even aware of your real name; everybody just called you Mother.

Why? Because you helped and cared about those that didn’t matter: the ones living on the streets, the ones abandoned by society or deemed to insignificant to take into consideration when they were abused, went missing or forced to perform unspeakable acts simply because they were considered worthless.

You worked bellow the grid and often used less than orthodox methods to accomplish your missions. Even the authorities used you when they had no leads for different unsolvable cases, especially regarding human trafficking. All done behind closed doors, of course: Mother’s name never came up in any reports or in the news when there was an unexpected breakthrough. How could they admit they got help from someone like you?! It would have been such a scandal if the public knew the truth.

Many times you would go undercover yourself, having your crew ready to take action when you gave them the signal. Some other times you would actually be the bait, walking alone at night in less than respectable neighborhoods, especially districts with high volume of kidnappings, allowing yourself to be abducted if the occasion arose.

It was an opportunity to infiltrate the complicated maze of human smuggling in order to try and save as many as you could. It was your choice and you had your reasons, despite your team’s efforts to make you change your mind.

What you did was very dangerous, that’s why you changed your physical appearance very often: you never looked the same for more than a few days at a time, never stayed for too long at any hideout. Always on the move, hardly traceable or recognizable if you didn’t want to be.

**************

The first time you met him was on a Friday. He hesitantly stepped inside your office at your main hideout and looked nervous noticing all the security around the place. You were sitting at the desk and Kai was standing to your left; he wouldn’t have abandoned that spot even dead.

“How old are you?” you asked the young man, trying to figure out what’s going on with him. He had long brown hair back then, almost elbow length and his blue eyes were a lighter shade than today.

“22…” he muttered.

“More like 19-20,hm?” you called him out on his obvious lie. ”Anyway, what’s you name?”

He struggled to answer.

“I need a name, I don’t care if it’s your real one or not. Make up something!”

“Umm…Jack,” he shortly replied.

“Jack in the Box!” you snorted, amused by the first thought you got when you heard the name. Definitely not the real moniker but it was fine.

You took out a cigarette from the pack and Kai was quick to snatch it.

“You have enough bad habits, Mother,” and he put it inside the jacket of his suit, knowing you are not going to be happy.

“Are you kidding me?! Give that back!”

Kai pretended not to hear and you weren’t excited:

“You’re fired!”

“No I’m not,” he calmly replied and you were about to start giving him a piece of your mind when he just took your hand and kissed it to shut you up. It worked.

“Stop it…” you grumbled, returning your attention towards Jack that was watching the scene without any clue on how to react.

You exhaled, frustrated.

“What do you need help with?”

“Umm…I need a place to stay…”

“Runaway? Bad home?” the interview kept on going and he felt uncomfortable. “I can always tell anyway, no need to confirm,” you cut it short. “You don’t talk too much, do you?”

He really didn’t back in the day.

“I’ll help you as soon as I can verify your story,” you signaled him to get out. “Can’t afford any spies around.”

“I’m not a spy…”

“Said no spy ever,” you sarcastically smirked.

Jack didn’t say anything more before exiting the room.

“What do you think?” you addressed Kai and he leaned over to kiss you.

“I’ll have someone check, babe,” and was already reaching for his cell when you stopped him.

“First give me back my cigarettes!”

“Nope,” and he dialed the numbers while you got pissed. “You’re fired!”

“You can’t fire your boyfriend,” Kai winked and you kicked his leg, annoyed.

“Never say that laud, you know the rule!!!”

“I’m sorry, Mother, don’t get mad,” he mocked and you really wished you could have fired him but you loved that man too much anyway.

****************

Jack wasn’t a spy; far from it. His background check brought up a bunch of unfortunate events that ending up with him requesting your help. Who else but Mother would have cared about somebody like him? He was actually a bright one, just stubborn and defensive: typical for those having it tough at early ages.

He mostly ran errands and commissions, being quite trustworthy as a courier to your own surprise. Jack also got a place to leave at one of your shelters, away from the past he was trying to escape.

The first encounter with the brutal reality of what it meant to be the Mother of Gotham occurred about after 5 months you took him in. He happened to be there when your crew was able to recover some young girls that disappeared without a trace. They never made it back to the orphanage you placed them at after school. But you didn’t let that slide: you never turned a blind eye to such things.

When your people opened the back of the truck and you saw them, your heart stopped: they looked beaten up and scared to death, clinging to each other like it was the last thing they will ever do. After a few seconds they realized it was you.

“M-Mother?…” one timidly uttered, not believing you were real.

You opened your arms, waiting and then another girl cried out:

“It’s Mother!”

“Mother!” they got the courage to move and jumped out of the vehicle, rushing in your arms while you tried to comfort them: seven girls between the ages of 14 and 16, finally finding some reassurance after being through hell.

“My poor children,” you kept on whispering, distressed, attempting to reach and embrace all of them. “What happened to you?”

A few began to sob and some averted their gaze, whimpering and you just knew.

“Goddamned assholes,” you gasped for air, staring at the grey skies.

“Mother,” Kai approached to report and you signaled your men to take the orphans to the SUVs parked on the side of the road. They were desperate to stay close to you but you convinced them to obey. “They were planning to move them on the West Coast tomorrow morning; great market for the young ones there. We managed to catch a few of them,” he briefed you, showing you the armed van a few steps away.

You stomped and opened the heavy doors yourself, glaring at the men inside, all tight up with gags in their mouth.

“You like innocent young girls, hm? You think because they have nobody you can do what you please with them? In case you didn’t know, they are not alone: they do have a Mother !!!!” you yelled, rabid and panting with indignation. “Grenade!” you requested one from the men close to you. He handed you a hand grenade and you were fast to pull the pin and toss it inside, quickly sealing the door. The detonation was quiet, the armed truck containing the blast. Blood started dripping from inside and you just barked at the goons:

“Make sure this disappears!”

*************

One night you were traveling between hideouts without escorting cars; so rare for you to do that but you were in a big hurry. Kai was driving and he noticed you were being followed.

“We have several tails,” he accelerated and you called your men for an emergency intervention.

“We are being followed: deploy a convoy right away. I’m on Mulberry Hill, heading west! Hurry up!!” You barely finished when two cars coming from the opposite direction slammed into your van, then the ones behind crashed your vehicle, forcing it off the cliff. Everything happened so fast you didn’t have time to say a word; Kai died on impact and you almost lost your life also, but your people found you in time. You didn’t wake up for a week: you had five broken ribs, a punctured lung, several fractures, bruises and cuts on your entire body.

Your crew turned one of the hideouts in a clinic since you couldn’t be taken to a regular hospital. While unconscious, so many came to see you, worried about your health: hundreds of souls you helped and still helping, aware that if you were gone, there was nobody left to fight for them. Not in the way you did anyway.

Jack has seen nothing like it before, finding himself admiring and envying the respect you were given.

Your most trusted men and women were there when you called upon them after you woke up. Jack and some young ones were summoned by the crew also, awaiting orders. You were in such a bad shape you could barely speak.

“Kai…is…is…dead…” and you started crying, heartbroken at the news you had found out upon your awakening. “And they couldn’t…” and you gulped, heartbroken, “…save my baby…”

“Mother…” Richard took your hand, holding it and you didn’t even feel it. The others were silent, grieving your loss too. Jack had no idea you were pregnant, just a few closer to you aware of the secret.

“I can’t have children … anymore…” you continued to mumble, “…but I’m not childless…I…have so, so many children…Every single one I help…is my child…” and the doctor injected your sleeping medication because you were in so much physical and mental pain. Your eyelids got heavy and Elsie encouraged the team to get out and let you rest. Jack lingered behind for a little bit, gazing at the broken Mother. He didn’t know why, but he remained by your side, planting a soft kiss on your swollen lips and whispered before heading out: “Try not to die you horrible woman.”

*************** It took a few months for you to recover but you weren’t able to do anything afterwards.You locked yourself up in one bedroom at your penthouse and refused to see any faces. You couldn’t get over your despair of losing the man you loved and your baby. From time to time you would open the door and asked for food or cigarettes, your bodyguards noticing a lot of Kai’s clothes scattered around and baby garments you would hold to your chest. You were in such bad shape they were seriously concerned about your wellbeing.

“Bring me a pack,” you would ask, rubbing your red eyes. “He can’t tell me I can’t smoke,” and you would close the door, bursting into tears and cry yourself to sleep.

So many needed help and you didn’t care. Your crew tried their best yet Mother was desperately wanted back.

** “Mother,” your henchmen would knock at the door. “Some of the young ones left: Jack, Kailey, Brian and Lara. They said they are getting out of town. We need new couriers; who should we hire?”

“I don’t give a shit! You can all go to hell!” you would hiss and they had to make it work the best way they could.

** “Mother, young girls and boys are missing from District 7! We got a trace, do we have green light to move?”

“I fucking don’t care!!!” you would shout, pissed they bothered you.

** “Mother, Mister Bruce Wayne is here!” someone would announce.

“He can go to hell too!!” you yelled and he heard since he was a few steps away. You liked to use the orphanages under his patronage to place your children in, they were the safest. Under the radar, of course, not too many knew about your connection.

“I’m so sorry sir,” your people would apologize, “She’s…not feeling well.”

“That’s fine,” he nodded in acceptance, aware of what’s going on with you. “I’ll be back.”

** “Mother, Taysha is here, she needs help.”

“Don’t care!!!!”

But the 10 year old started whaling at the door, pounding with her little fists against the heavy oak door.

“Mother!!! Mother, please!!!! My sister is missing, I didn’t see her in a week!!! Please, Mother, help me!”

There was no response and they tried to take her away while she was screaming and fighting them.

“Mother!!! Mother!!!!” the little girl didn’t give up and you finally cracked the door, telling them to let her go.

“Where was she last seen?”

***************

You slowly went back to what you were doing since you had no choice: no one else willing to take your place or aid those that nobody cared about. A few years went by and one night you were watching the news, when something got your attention: they were talking about The Joker, a criminal emerging from out of nowhere, accused of several acts of violence, arson, blackmail and robbery.

“Hm…” you tilted your head, deep in thought. “Kind of looks familiar…” and you held your pillow tighter, debating. “Oh my God!!!” it clicked. “It’s Jack in the Box! Honey, it’s Jack in the Box!” you turned towards Kai’s side of the bed, smiling. From time to time you placed his favorite suit by you, pretending he’s still alive and talked to him. “Remember the kid with long hair and blue eyes running errands for us? He looks sooo different but it’s him! You know I never forget a face!” You were pleased with the revelation and hoped you can twist it in your favor. You caressed the tiny yellow onesie on your tummy, a small token of your lost baby that you couldn’t part with:

“I wonder what happened to him…”

***************

Your first encounter was at a strip club where you infiltrated as a dancer, your sources telling you The Joker would be there that week. He showed up one night and was heading towards the VIP room for a meeting when one of the girls lined up for the customers got his attention. You gazed at each other for a few moments and he just knew: that was Mother standing there, playing with her pink, neon hair while giving him a small wink. You looked so different but he never forgets a face.

“I want a private dance first,” he sneered, halting in front of the dancers, pointing his cane towards you. The young girl besides you froze: no older than maybe 15, hardly holding in her anxiety: he didn’t seem friendly to say the least. Not that any of them ever did.

“Don’t worry, it’s not for you,” you talked loud enough for her to hear you over the blasting music and she swallowed the lump in her throat, relieved.

“I want her in the Gold Room,” The Joker made his request known and he got what he wished for.

“Of course, Mister J,” they obliged and you followed the green haired man in the private room, parting the colorful beads as he sat down on the chair in the middle, waiting.

You kept a fake grin on your face, not breaking eye contact while kicked his legs opened to get in between and started to dance for him.

“Hello, Mother,” J growled under his breath, enjoying the show nevertheless.

“Well if it’s not my favorite son, alive and breathing,” you grabbed his hands and slid them down your hips.

“I was never your favorite,” he sighted, annoyed.

“True,” you admitted, sitting in his lap. “Don’t blow up my cover; they have 2 cameras in here,” you pulled on his bottom lip, making it all seem normal since they were watching for sure.

“I will have to kill you since you know too much about me,” he yanked at your waist and there was such darkness in those eyes he probably meant it.

“Not if I kill you first,” you replied with such determination you probably meant it.

“Mister J, are you well taken care of?” one of the club owners peeked inside and you quickly squeezed J’s cheeks together, kissing his puckered lips.

“Yeah, I am. Get out so I can enjoy my dance!!!” he angrily threw his cane towards the man, making him apologize and back out in a frenzy.

“They brought in a shipment two days ago, the youngest girl 13 and the youngest boy 14. I came in so I can confirm for my team standing by for my signal. This time we have FBI coming in the next 30 minutes. Anonymous tip, of course, “ you stroke his pale forehead, playing your part. “Don’t go to your meeting, just leave after I’m done.”

“Why are you telling me this?” he sucked on his silver teeth, debating.

“Because I believe we can help each other. You know who I am and what I’m capable of. And you have connections I might have to add to my list. I don’t give a damn about what you do as long as it serves my needs. OK?”

“I’ll think about it…” The Joker slapped your butt and stuck a few hundred bills in your lacy thong when you got up and bent over in front of him:

“Don’t push it!” you grouchily admonished.

“You told me not to blow your cover. Make up your mind!”

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“Are you better now?” J hands you over a glass full of whiskey and you close your eyes as a yes, sipping from your drink and watch the flames burning in the fireplace. You wanted to go to his penthouse after tonight’s incident and finally feel warm; you were so cold for so many hours.

“If you catch pneumonia and die, can I inherit your fortune?” J huffs, piling up a bunch of blankets and furs in front of the fireplace.

“No,” you snicker, crawling over on the made up bed, exhausted.

“Humor me: if you die, what am I supposed to engrave on your headstone? I need a name.”

“Mother is fine,” The Joker gets his elusive reply.

“You give me no choice: I have to kill you for talking to me like this!”

“Not if I kill you first!” you gesture for him to join you and he complies.

You snuggle to him and he’s silent before reprising his usual comeback:

“One of these days we’ll have to have sex so we can get it out of our system.”

“I don’t think so,” you roll your eyes and cover his mouth. He takes it and kisses it, purring.

“You borrowed one of my t-shirts and boxers tonight, I need payment.” “Ughhh, I liked you better back in the day when you didn’t talk too much,” you elbow him and turn away, getting comfortable.

“Hey, what about a quickie?”

“No,” you chuckle and he hugs you from behind, upset:

“How dare you ??!! I really have to kill you now!”

“Just try,” you yawn, “ keeping his hand captive, “ I’m telling your girlfriend you’re hitting on me”.

“Don’t start anything ! Women always side to get a guy in trouble,” he sniffles, outraged.

You probably would tell her.

“Then let me sleep and she won’t hear a peep out of me.”

“Fine, you teasing cougar!”

You burst out laughing, amused.

“Wooow, nobody ever called me that, at least not to my face,” you keep on laughing, repositioning yourself in his arms while he smells your hair, irritated.

The Joker doesn’t have a past: nobody knows who he is or where he came from. But he has a Mother and she is the only one to keep his secrets. Even if she is a mystery herself, The King of Gotham wouldn’t trust anybody else because a long time ago Mother proved him wrong when he thought nobody cared.

Also read: MASTERLIST

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Five Feet Apart is one of the most touching films

The book Five Feet Apart, and the filmAnd the premise of this film is a pair of teenagers with life threatening illnesses, meet in a hospital.The whole world has probably already seen Five Feet Apart, which is not surprising, because the film brings tears. And of course fall in love. Now the disease showcased in this film is a disease called cystic fibrosis. And if you guys don't know what it is, just a quick summary, this is a life threatening disorder that damages the lungs and the digestive system.

It is very rare. There are fewer than 200,000 cases, U S per year. And it is something that cannot be cured at this moment. Although there is treatment available. Now, I recently met someone through Instagram who has. Cystic fibrosis. He actually reached out to me. We got in contact with each other. He is a content creator as well, although a very different style of content.

I looked into what he does and I have to give this guy a shout out because his work is incredible. Take a look at his works of art. These are all original works of art. He is, he has an Instagram page and a YouTube channel. I will link both of those below. I just found this. Yeah, incredible. And for someone who has cystic fibrosis to do what he does.

And to overcome that disease with works of art like this guys that is incredible. I hope to have some of his artwork up back here, one of these days, and the guy is just awesome. So please give him a follow on Instagram and on you. But now we have to talk about the movie five feet apart. Let's get into it.

The cast wasn't very well known, but it worked

Are I five feet apart? First off, we have to talk about this cast because if you are a fan of the Disney channel, in my opinion, when it was in its prime, you have things like Hannah Montana and a sweet life, Zack and Cody, and two of those stars are actually in this movie. You have Cole Sprouse from Zack and Cody and Moises Arias from Hannah Montana, Tana, what a cast or water crew.

And I will get into those two in just a second, but I have to start. With what I believe to be the standout of this film and that Haley Lou Richardson. She is phenomenal in this movie mind. Oh goodness guys. One of the best leading actor's performance, there's one of the best leading performances I have seen all year.

You put her in any possible role and she always killed it. I have never seen her in a movie where she films as a performer. And once again, she stood out. She stole the show in mind, my opinion. There's one other character in there that I really loved. But really she is the main focus of this film from an acting perspective.

And she nails it. Kimberly Gregory plays, nurse Barb. I also thought she nailed it. She was hilarious. She brought the perfect level of humor to a movie like this because when they tried the humor, as in the younger characters, it did not work as well. But when she brought in the humor, it was always hilarious because she was kind of the person coming in, putting them back on track, where they need to be health wise.

The book Five Feet Apart, and the film

And it was always awesome. And she also nailed the emotion. There were some very emotional moments, especially towards the end of this film, as you can probably predict. And she nails that they all nail it really especially hailing the Richardson button, nurse, Barb. She was one of the best in this film. You can't dislike Jojo Rabbit.

And many people are going to find this film sweet and touching and emotional. And I'm sure there will be tears. I guarantee there were tears tonight in the theater that I was in. I heard some sniffling towards the end, just because it is one of those stories that I think is going to be a crowd pleaser.

It is going to do it. Everything that that age range from, I would say 13 to 18, 19, maybe even early college, that group, those individuals will love this film because that's what they're going for. That's what they do. And it's exactly what you get. And my big issue with this moving, I don't hate me just because I'm giving you guys problems.

There are definitely problems with this film. And it is a movie that is exactly what you expect. It doesn't really take any chances. It doesn't do things that you would say, Oh, that's not conventional. That's not cliche. It is fall in there. This genre, there's not much more you can do to change it up. So I can't make that a debt to this film in particular, but it plays up this romance in such a sloppy way.

There was a lot of emotion in the full movie

Now a lot of people are going to like the romance because they like Cole Sprouse and they like Haley Richardson. They liked those too. Actors, but from a writing standpoint, if you really pay attention to the dialogue and the conversations, there really was not that much of a buildup in the first half of the film.

Now I know I will get arguments on that because once again, this is going to be the movie that appeals to this demographic. I am not necessarily that demographic, but I still felt the emotion from certain scenes experiences. I just can't get past the scripts. Some of the dialogue, especially towards the end.

And I've mentioned Cole Sprouse. One of the reasons that I've not really highlighted him yet. Is because he was not, and don't hurt me for this. He was not a highlight of the movie for me. I like him. I've liked what I've seen in Riverdale, but in this film he was so over the top and so cheesy and yes, the dialogue was cheesy.

So I don't know whether it's him to blame or the dialogue to blame. But he was also, his line delivery was a bit flat. There's a moment towards the end where he comes to a window and every line he delivers, I'm sitting there like, come on, you can't be buying this. This is some of the worst dial. And of course people are going to buy it because once again, it's just that kind of movie.

It's great to see on Netflix

And if you're in it, you're in, it is going to tug on those heart strings and pull on your emotion in a way. Emotionally manipulative, because you will be so sad and emotional towards the end. You may forget about the flaws. And I've done that before. I have been through movies that make me so physically upset and sad and emotional. A big applause for this great director.

I walked out going, Oh my gosh, what an experience. And then I started thinking about it and I go, huh? Well, the movie wasn't that great, but I have to give kudos to the filmmakers because it's the perfect way to do it. Leaving your audience on an emotional high will make them forget about the bad elements and the elements that struggle and the pacing problems that this movie has, because it's definitely there.

It drags this film. Felt so long for me, there are so many moments where they just expand the dialogue. I'm just like, can we move on? And I know this is based on a book and fans of the book are probably wanting to tear my head off right now. I do not know how the book compares to the movie. So I'd love to know in the comments section below is the book better?

Is the movie better? Fight it out? And I hate to be blonde, but I don't want to tip toe around this. I think Cole Sprouse was a bad casting choice. They could have gotten someone a bit more dynamic, a bit less flat, someone with better line delivery. And I think I would have liked this movie. Quite a bit more, maybe it wasn't even Cole.

Soundtrack Five Feet apart is a strength

Maybe it was his character because I didn't feel a huge character arc. It felt like he's kind of a jerk. He's a bit of a douchebag and all of a sudden, boom, they're in love and they're all about it. They're all for it. I just did not feel the buildup to that. What happened. Out the romance. I did not get enough to believe in the relationship and if you're not in the relationship, then you will not get as emotional as everyone else watching the movie.

Now, I don't think that was the case. This movie definitely has its moments. I liked certain character interactions. There were some really funny moments, definitely the emotion, the emotion is what is going to make people walk, hanging out saying this is the best movie I've ever seen in my life. Because I feel like every time one of these teen romance movies come out in this vein, people are saying that this is the best film I've ever seen.

And I get it. Look, it's all about how movies make you feel. If they, they make you feel a certain way than do not change that perspective. If you, I love this movie, tell the world, and I want this film to make a lot of money because I love the concept. I love the idea. I have not read the book. But it seems like there's a lot of Goodwill behind it.

And because of all of those things, I really like what this is all about. It definitely did not all work for me, but it did enough for me to get this film to fresh because I do think it is what audiences want. And that is a 60%, a six out of 10. I think this film was okay. And I think a lot of people are going to like it, it is a crowd pleaser, for sure.

Tragic ending to the film Five Feet Apart

So be sure to go check it out and make up your own mind. So that's it guys. Five feet apart. Did you like it? Did you not like it? Are you in my camp? Are you completely on the other side? And you're saying, Austin, you, you hate people. Give you guys my honest opinion. That is all weekend. Do you guys are the absolute best?

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Thank you so much for watching this video. I will be back very soon with another theatrical review, some more Netflix use. And of course the next episode of duty patrol, you guys are the absolute best and I will catch you. Very soon.

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firefistlaw · 7 years

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Ok, so headcanons on eustass kid and how he would feel and just to have had an s/o but due to an argument she left him and she died later on and he encounters her little son who she had with ace ? Lmao I know this is super specific but I was just thinking about like things and I’m like why not my two favs ? I really love your blog! My fav one piece imagine blog!

S/O leaves Kid, dies after some time and has a child with Ace

A/N: Thank you so much! My blog really loves you back!

Kid wasn’t normally the one to feel much regret

Even after you both had an heated argument and you left him, he didn’t feel much regret afterwards

He felt like, if you couldn’t handle him and his opinions, maybe you should have left earlier

That’s what he thinks at first

It takes him a few weeks to fully understand that you left and not just pout somewhere

A hurricane of emotions hit him then, no one notices, but his insides are being crashed by doubts and the feeling he never knew he would be able to feel;

regret

He sends Killer to see you and maybe bring you back to him, but when his friend comes back alone, Kid isn’t sure what to do next

Killer tells him that you have no interest in coming back to him, which makes the red haired man angry, but he can’t change it

Instead, he swears to be the most powerful pirate so you can see him, admire him and maybe come back.. that’s the thing that keeps him motivated

A few years pass

Kid stops thinking about you, but he can’t help but be reminded of a person he was caring for whenever he lays in his bed all alone or when he comes back from a fight and no one stands in the room, scolding him for being reckless

He doesn’t think about you, but he thinks about all of the things you did

Then, after they sail around the sea for a long time, they randomly see an island pop up

Killer instantly calls Kid and when the captain comes and sees the island, he feels his heart jump in his chest for a short time- not that he would ever admit that

This was your island, this was where you’re from and Kid was sure, you must have been here too

So they stop and he practically marches up to your house, where he met you for the first time, only to find nothing but silence and a little boy

He has dark hair, dark eyes and a few freckles on his face

He reminds Kid of someone, but he can’t exactly tell who it is, so he ignores it

“Who lives here?” He asks the child, that isn’t older than 4

“I do.” He just mumbles and stares into the eyes of Kid

The captain was sure, they must have been scary to look at, full of scars and weapons, but the little brat had the guts to stare into his eyes like he didn’t care?

“What do you mean, brat?” Kid spits and is about to pull out his weapon to scare him some more, when the little boy starts to smile and just like that, everything makes sense

The whole crew starts to tense at the sight-

It was as if you were smiling at them- those were your lips, your smile and now Kid noticed, it was your fearless stare staring at him…

“Where is Y/N?” Kid asks, the air in his lungs starting to clog up slowly

“Mama?” The little boy asks and crosses his arms “Papa said I shouldn’t tell someone where she lays.”

“Papa?” The crew takes a step back, but Killer steps forward and somehow protects the little child from what was about to come, “Who the fuck is your dad, brat?”

“It’s Portgas D. Ace! My Papa is one of the strongest pirates on the sea!”

Oh, Kid absolutely hates this boy

Just like that, he hates the child looking at him and he hates the famous Fire Fist Ace even more

“Where the fuck is your mother? Tell me right now, or-” Only now the little boy starts to feel a bit scared and his lower lip starts to tremble, but instead of talking, he almost cries

“We are old friends of your mother. Can you show us where she is?” Killer interrupts and crouches down.

The boy nods his head and walks away, behind the house into the garden and sniffles quietly

Kid is trying his best to follow him without making a scene, but when they stop on a hill, he can’t help but let everything fall down he has held in his hands

There was a tombstone with your name on it, your birthday and another date- four years ago

“Papa said mama was an angel and was here to bring me to the world, but she had to go back to heaven.” The child explains and looks at Killer, who thankfully had a mask on- otherwise it would be clear what he was feeling

It’s ironic how the father of the child was able to control flames, because Kid felt himself being eaten up by flames of regret, of sadness and mostly- anger

He didn’t hate the boy anymore- he despised him, he couldn’t even look at him any longer, thus, he turned around and left everyone as he took a walk to calm the flame inside his heart

After a while, a few hours to be exact, Kid comes back with dirty clothes and dried blood on his fingers, no one dares to ask what has happened as they all sit in your old house

Heat is playing with your son as Killer and Kid go out again

“The little boy said Ace comes every few months to visit him, besides that he lives alone. I don’t think he knows Fire Fist is captured by the marine yet.” Killer takes a glance at the dark haired boy on the ground, laughing loudly at the face Heat gives him and this time too, his smile reminds everyone of you. “If the marine finds out Y/N has a son with him, they will capture the boy and most likely kill him.”

“What are you trying to say?” Kid spits bitterly

“Let’s take him with us.” Killer says, voice strong “You’d be surprised with how much he resembles her. “

They discuss for a long time, Kid doesn’t lie- he still hates this child, but what Killer said was true

So, after they stay two more days at your house, they decide to take the child with them, to make him strong, to make you proud and to mostly make sure he stays alive

Before they leave for the sea, Kid visits you one more time,

“Y/N, I never had the chance to apologise for everything I have ever done to you… Your little brat- uh, I mean, your son… I don’t like him, but we will take him with us and take care of him. It’s the least we- no, I can do. You can trust us, we will make sure he becomes strong. Y/N, I still-… nevermind.”

And then he leaves

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gukiee · 7 years

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HAPPY BIRTHDAY JUNGKOOK: 365 Reasons why I LOVE him

Hope you’re ready for this because I’m about to word vomit my love and adoration for Jungkook for 365 bulletpoints straight

first of all what isn’t there to love about him:

his cute soft gentle bunny smile

the way he takes out (specifically the right) earpiece when hes singing

his lower lip mole

HIS SINGING VOICE

like the way his voice can go rly low and raspy but then also really high pitched and whiny and squeaky im literally in love

HIS LAUGHHHHH when he starts laughing so hard he starts clapping and throwing his whole body into it

or how his giggle starts off quiet but then it gets rly high pitched and squeaky

but then he laughs so hard that no sound comes out and it gets rly low and he gasps in between laughs its so cute :(

the way he chooses to use formal language with his hyungs out of respect even when he’s been told multiple times it’s okay to speak comfortably

the way he works so hard at ABSOLUTELY everything he does

like how he wanted to get good at bowling so he went almost every day at 2am DESPITE promotions and a busy schedule and practiced for months to improve

the way he hums in between his words when hes thinking and makes this like? “kahhhehh” sound in between when he’s not sure what to say next

his big brown beautiful eyes and the way they’re so big and sparkly :(

his silly personality when he’s rly comfortable and starts getting absolutely wild and fools around with his friends

the way hes finally starting to open up and become less shy and now has friends outside the group he speaks to regularly

THAT TIME HE WENT TO BURGER KING AND ORGANIZED ALL HIS TRASH WHEN HE WAS DONE

hes just rly? respectful and thoughtful and always puts people before himself

how he worked SO hard on his Begin solo stage and KILLED IT WITH THAT FOOTWORK

speaking of solo stage RAINISM was.... well I think if you follow this blog you know how I feel about rainism but ya... killed it

mmmmmmmm his voice in classroom ideal

and the belt chain

that one time the members pranked him for his birthday and the manager yelled at him for messing up the choreo (which was part of the prank) and said something along the lines of “do you think you’re so perfect you don’t mess up?” and he got rly quiet then when they revealed it was a prank he cried because he thought he was letting everyone down

acts tough and sexy but is really a big softy

cries when his hyungs are struggling

like when taehyung’s grandma died and they spoke about it on stage and he started crying

or when he started crying when they won their daesang because he said he was so overwhelmed with thankfulness and wanted to make us proud

or how he cried during the epilogue tour because he “wants to be our singer forever”

I just rly love how passionate he is and how he rly cares so much about making others happy

always says hes okay even when hes not because he doesn’t want to burden people and want to put them first and not worry them

bought music equipment to get better at making music because he had a hard time with Begin and wanted to practice more

is always practicing SOMETHING to get better at

his thiccccccc thighs oohohohhhhhhh booooyyyyy do I love those thic thighs mmmmfmckkk

the way his body moves when hes on stage

his soft hair :( whether its straight across his forehead, parted, curly, pushed back, straight, wavy idc black brown blond pink highlights red purple it could be any colour and any way and i love it all :(

his big manly hands with those long dainty fingers

HIS DIMPLES!!!!!! WHEN HE SMILES RLY HARD AND HE GETS ONE RLY PROMINENT DIMPLE ON HIS LEFT SIDE AND HIS CHEEKS CRINKLE A LITTLE BIG AND SINK IN SDHFGJK

his scar on his cheek :’)

the scar on his arm by his elbow

his long lashes

the veins.......on his arm..........and hands..........and in his neck lmmmmcmmmfmckkcki 😭😭

the mole on his neck

and cheek

and the beauty mark on his right nostril

his puffy pink lips that are always so soft

that meme dance he does u know the one with the hands and that facial expression

how extra he is it’s one of the things I love so much about him because hes never afraid to be silly

that time literally HOPPED IN THE OCEAN, PULLED OUT A HUGE ASS FISH, THEN WORE IT FOR A TIE SDFJGKHK

his cute lil tongue

that sexy angry expression he gets where he fcking furrows his brows and his eyes get hooded and they his brows crease heavily in the middle and he makes that snarl and his nose crinkles fghdjk

when he laughs and he gets those little creases by his eyes omgfg

how he brushes his teeth when hes nervous

how fidgety he is when he’s been sitting for too long

the way his mouth hangs open when he’s focused and thinking about something

memekook

the way he takes the time to learn english and is constantly asking rapmon if he did it right and practices lots

how on Run!BTS when it was revealed that the spy wouldn’t be able to eat he said “that’s not fair” even though he knew he wasn’t the spy

the way he always sniffles from his rhinitis

how he sleeps with his mouth slightly open

really quiet and sweet vs really loud and goofy

“g2g guys 😂😂😂 lol”

“safety first, safety second, coolness third.”

“we’re all going to end up going to hell anyway”

his love of lamb sewers

his love for army !!! he really does everything in his power to show us he loves and cares about us and gets really emotional when talking about it

how damn strong he is like holy fkcing hell can we talk about how he rolls backwards into a handstand

how he takes the time to cover english songs to help improve his english and give the fans content even though he could be doing something else

how he goes out of his way to be daring and pushes himself

speaking of daring, how fearless he is and how hes really not afraid of many things, like how he has no problem going on roller coasters or bungee jumping n pushes himself to the limits

how when he laughs his eyes and nose do the thing (u know the thing)

his long pretty eye lashes

how dainty his wrists look when he wears thin bracelets

and when he wears rings on his index and pinky fingers

his thin ears with those hoop earrings

H E L I X P I E R C I N G

that one run performance where suga played piano and he solo danced

his fashion style

his love for overwatch

the Dope police uniform goodbye

the fact that he still managed to graduate with special honour awards despite the busy schedule of being an idol

and how he spent a CRAP TON of money on dinner for his hyungs after

his drawing skill

the lil bruises on his legs :((((

how at the american concert he seen people being pushed in the pit and asked rapmon to tell them to stop and was signalling for them to stop pushing

also idk if any of u have noticed this but he has rly nice nails??? like theyre literally perfectly shaped

his appreciation of IU (my queen)

and his love of justin bieber

running around with the flag tied around him like a cape

Iconic fish as a tie (like he for real just WALKED INTO THE OCEAN AND CAUGHT A BIG ASS FISH WITH HIS BARE HANDS)

how he gets really emotional when talking about/to the fans and starts crying

n the way his nose gets red when he cries

that “i’m not sure about that” head tilt he does sometimes

how when hes trying to perfect something he asks a million questions to make sure hes doing it right

and practices DAY N NIGHT

HIS VOICE IN CLASSROOM IDEAL

THE GLOVES IN CLASSROOM IDEAL

how he bought everyone burgers during flower crew (cries over that show bc i cannot believe how dirty they did m boy)

how he was so visibly upset/embarrassed when they were rude to him like i rly cry

the look he gets of pure concentration when hes monitoring himself behind the scenes of a music video,

the way he says chong jojun balsa ��😩

his strong ass calves ghjkdfgv

his cover of “if you” during masked man n show little n shy he was :((

goes from cute to s*xy to meme all in 2 seconds

how he pauses in between chews n smacks his lips a lot when he does

and when something is really good n he closes his eyes momentarily and does that headshake

the mama performance where he hung suspended in the air despite having hurt himself doing it but was committed to doing a good show

his skin no matter what condition it is

with makeup

without makeup

flawless

with flaws

tanned

pale

and the little bumps he gets when hes rly stressed out

how hes said that hes really shy and is better at expressing feelings over text

his over the top “boy version” of the russian roulette dance

in fact his over the top everything

his big bulging biceps.............

pretty deep ass collar bones

how he plays with his hair when hes nervous

the way his bottom lip puffs out when hes chewing

and how he nods when hes really enjoying something hes eating

nochu come thru

that performance where he took off his jacket n showed off his big ass biceps and effectively destroyed my whole existence

when he was playing with puppies and was giggling all over the place saying “this isn’t for you it’s mine” when it tried getting his coffee

how he was scouted by 8 different entertainment agencies but picked bighit because he thought rapmon was cool

and how he travelled all the way to Seoul from Busan at 14 and was probably HORRIFIED and scared but did it anyways which is extremely brave

and how hes continued to work hard from that day on

his love for the arts like photography

is always interested in learning new things like the drums and guitar and english

that dramatic ass video he made for yoongi’s birthday which was literally just him self promoting himself and making fun of yoongi lmao

how he used to wait until everyone was asleep to shower because he was shy

and how he would go out in the middle of the night to go eat by himself or wait until people were asleep to eat because, again, he was really shy

his spotify playlist and how its full of just soft, calming, gentle, romantic songs

like he has a damn Pocahontas soundtrack song

how sometimes he just ???? shoves things in his mouth??

like? an entire microphone? or a birthday hat? or an entire piece of paper?

more recently a fan??? like a whole handheld fan??

or the time he covered his whole face in sticky notes

or when he was eating during an interview n was so hungry he literally ate the entire wrapper and didn’t realize

that thing he does with his lips where he sucks them in and licks them a bit and his cheeks crease a bit

the way his knuckles and finger tips are always a little more red than the rest of his fingers

how he rubs his eyes when hes sleepy

his long lashes

the way he looks in a tux/dress shirt/tie

okay how he looks in anything tho lets b real lmao

how hes still nervous to sing on stage

how the other members said it took them SO long to get him to sing in front of them because he was super shy

the way he constantly licks his lips

his long thanks to at the end of the albums where he usually needs 2 pages

how he looks when hes observing himself after filming

switch from cute kookie to rude jeon to memekook within 2 seconds

his sensitivity to smells

his love of victorias secret fragrances

and his love of makeup

not afraid to admit those things!!!

his vast collection of white/black plain tshirts

and his timbs which literally look good with EVERYTHING

all his piercings

how he said he was happy people liked his new piercing and wants more but won’t in fears people won’t like it :(((

speaking of which how he stopped wearing his favourite pants because people said they didnt like them

literally does everything for the fans

how he comforted that fan crying during that fansign :((

put his hands in the fans hands!!!

booping their nose!!!!

so interactive with fans!

that one time he was walking alone and seen a group of guys covering Boy in Luv and stayed and even clapped for them

stopped to take pictures with fans when they asked

that time he fell asleep standing up in the middle of the airport and had to be woken up to keep the line moving

always listening to music !

his playlist is so calming and relaxing and honestly he has some of the best music taste ever

that huge ass cameo backpack he always carries around with him

“the golden closet”

that time he hid in the dark during a music video shooting and was the only one not scared

how he gets rly quiet when he isn’t able to do something the way he wants and is scared of disappointing ppl :((

his meme-y twitter videos

his cute ass toes

like he really has some nice ass feet

listen i hate feet but his feet are so clean n pretty n soft looking

and his little nose!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when he said he wants to meet someone and hear bells like in Your Name

his love of anime

and webtoons

JUSTIN SEAGALL i cant even believe him sometimes

how he literally always has bruises on him everywhere ???

when the boys were having a snowball fight and he came out with an arm full of snow n just demolished them lmao

during that one run episode where they were at the arcade playing the racing game and he was driving with one hand on the wheel sdgfhjdkf

AND when he was playing that power/hitting game and he hit it so hard he literally hurt himself but tried to play it off

his bareface!!!!!!!!!!! ik i said it before but like!!!! i love it so much!!!!

how he flips his hair and runs his hands through it

that time during BST where his shirt ripped and came undone and he still danced right through it

then he got rly shy and embarrassed after ghdkfgjh omg

the way he looks in baseball caps

yelling “WOOHOOO” “YAAAAAAAHHHHH” while on a rollercoaster like pls hes so cute

“i’m done”

“OH MAN HOLY SHIT” *cue jin choking*

“Hawt sauce”

that handstand flip thing where he flew forward and his hat came off and he yelled after

screamo/rock music thats all im gnna say abt that

THAT FACE HE MADE GOING DOWN THE WATERSLIDE DFGHKFJ

rolex watch like 😪 this fancy guy

when jimin ignored his high five and he pouted like a big sucky

SPEAKING OF WHICH THAT TIME THAT HE PUT HIS HAND OUT FOR JIN TO PASS HIM SOMETHING AND HE GAVE IT TO NAMJOON INSTEAD AND WAS DENIED SO PUT HIS HAND ON TOP OF IT AND PULLED IT BACK INTO HIM

his special individual relationship with each member

like how tae and him have an unnecessarily long handshake

and how he says he likes hoseok’s bed because it smells nice

when he smacked hoseok’s ass SO hard that it echoed through the room

plus how he says he likes to touch the boys butts backstage when hes nervous (????)

master of girl group dances tbh

“He is a very dangerous guy”

how he holds microphones at the very top sdfgkjd

hes admitted to being hot blooded

his low alcohol tolerance

like im convinced he fcked some shit up and thats why they dont really drink as a group anymore

When he was still in school n someone asked him how his test went and he literally laughed

able to fall asleep everywhere?

when he couldn’t eat donuts n he kept smelling them and groaning

the way he rolls his underwear up in a ball when he washes them

laundry expert

like loves laundry???

husband material tbh

literally breaking his phone all the time

like hes always dropping it and smashing it

yet he still doesn’t wear a case on it

like the time he chased one of the members and it smashed onto the ground after falling out of his pocket and he still didn’t stop because he was dedicated

or the time he was just sitting and it literally fell out the back of the chair lmao

During For You performance where he went to sit down and he MISSED

when he was playing with a balloon during a fansign and he hit himself in the face and his hat fell off

“oh my gawd”

“are you guys having fun” “oh my god x100000 followed by dying seal noises″

how awkward he looked during AHL like he knew it was trash

when he did an aggressive flying kiss and almost took hoseok out in the process

how he said if he isn’t working himself to death he isn’t working hard enough :(

how he doesn’t use fabric softener for whatever reason so his clothes are always a lil stiff

the fact that he got his face scar from fighting over the computer with his brother

lowkey emo w/ his screamo/punk music

the way he pushes his tongue against the inside of his cheek

how he always cleans the bowling ball in between each turn

and the way his posture is so perfect and his leg goes out behind him

how is ears are always a lil red at the top

how he lets the adjuster strap on the back of his baseball caps stick out instead of tucking it into the back of the hat

wants to be a tattoo artist in 10 years???? mmmmm

or own a duck meat shop??

“I’d rather die than live without passion”

“We’re BTS and we’re soooo good!”

the fact that his favourite movies are Your Name and Eternal Sunshine of The Spotless Mind

the way he fights bugs

the way he hates bugs except for cool beetles

scared of the microwave blowing up (poor bby omg)

PERFORMANCE KING

like honestly his stage presence?? is unbelievable

his acting (idc what anyone says I think it’s cute)

the fact that he rly.... still laughs at fart jokes lmao

nods when hes talking

the way he makes “hm” sounds n clicks his tongue when hes thinking

how hes nice to people even when they treat him horribly

that thing he does with his hand when hes singing where he kinda sticks out his index n thumb and kinda shakes his hands around to the song and the notes

the way he crossed his fingers as they were announcing the top social artist award

his barefaced selcas

his selcas in general

any picture of him ever

okay just him but thats besides the point

throws his whole body into his laughs

or throws his head back

or nods his head when hes laughing too

that one video where hes pulling jimins hair back and is laughing really hard honestly thats my favourite video every i think but i say that about every video

like he literally fell over thats how hard he was laughing

even his finger nails are beautiful

that one picture during that interview where his hand is hovering over the girls shoulder hdfjgn hes so cute

the way he said “good morning everyone” in that one vlive wow

that photoshoot with the pimp coat shfjkdf

how when hes smiling or laughing really hard he gets a rly toothy grin and his mouth opens a little bit so theres a gap

and how he sucks his lips in and gets those dimples when hes trying to stop laughing or smiling and compose himself

how he looks in all black oooohhh my god

like when he wore the leather jacket n the all black and the jeans with the one rip wow

AIRPORT FASHION

way he covers his nose when he yawns

how when he speaks from his heart his voice gets softer

never misses an opportunity to be extra

like in the gayos or run bts where he’ll be all quiet but as soon as an opportunity comes he jumps on it

Staff member accounts have mentioned him helping clean/carry things for them without them asking

he never complains despite all the expectations on him

always striving to always better himself

when he was playing darts and he kept getting them in the centre and he was doing flips and throwing them behind him lmao

when he was trying to reenact speed skating and did that weird thing on the ice omg

naruto run.......

how he looked in the spine breaker mv (u know the part im talking abt)

how he looks up when hes thinking and his eyes shift slightly

“What’s poppin?”

how sometimes he has a double eyelid and sometimes he doesnt

the way his lips pucker out a bit when hes talking

how he threw that opening pitch at that baseball game

and the shy little smile he gave after

n how he practiced his posture before hand

and HOW HARD HE THREW IT

how in the 4th anniversary video he gripped his coffee with both hands

and took little sips

n shook it around in his hand :’(

how soft he looks when he wears open zip sweaters n a plain tshirt underneath

okay but when he randomly broke out some beat boxing

how he rubs the back of his neck when hes thinking about what to say or is nervous

or how he rubs the tops of his legs when hes talking to distract himself

that time taehyung was trying the bottle flip challenge and it took him awhile meanwhile guk comes out n does it in minimal tries

during the muster dvd when he just broke that thing over his head like an animal

when he randomly breaks into dance

that weird squeaky voice he makes when hes imitating jimin

the smug look he gets when he does something RUDE

or when hes showing off lmao

when he was jamming out with headphones on and then took it off and it was justin bieber n he looked so proud and excited

or that one video he took of himself with the mask on in the car and he was barefaced and the sun was covering half his face and his hair was blowing in the wind so gently fdghjdrtkfg

when he was imitating taehyung in that fur coat and was being extra as all hell lmao

when he tucks his shirts into his pants ghsjdfgx (i cant remember if I wrote this already)

how he’s helped with the chorus on SO many of their songs

the way his mouth twitches to the side when hes eating and trying to move the food around

the way the bridge of his nose is always a little shinier than the rest of his face

god i really love his nose and how his nostrils flare out a bit

the way he REALLY listens to people when they talk

like really listens he will put his whole body and soul into listening to you

you can physically see it on his face that his expression changes as the person talks showing that hes actively listening

how he nods and makes complete eye contact

and shifts so that hes facing you

hes just always paying attention to everything and puts so much energy into the things hes focusing on

how his leg steps in front of him when he pitches in baseball

because he puts so much force into the throw

how competitive he is

but not enough to be a complete sore loser

and how hes even started not caring about winning as much

and just having fun

how he blinks slowly and puffs his lips out and clenches his jaw a bit when hes sleeping

or the way his eyes delicately flutter shut when hes fighting how tired he is

how he crosses his arms when hes standing idly

or crosses his hands in front of him overlapping each other when hes waiting

how patient he is and how he never pushes people for things

and is delicate with peoples feelings

then there was bon voyage oohohhh boy okay

so when he and jhope were snuggling hardcore

same with him and v

so basically hes rly snuggly and loves cuddling its confirmed

and in the morning when he woke up and moved his head and his hair was literally ALL over the place like a peacock lmfaoo

the look on his face when he was told not to pack all white shirts

and then he looked at his closet and realized its all white lol

that jumpsuit :(

how he was good at surfing???

like good at everything he puts his mind to

how excited he was when he won being able to eat the entire sandwich and not split it

AND HOW HE SET OFF AN ALARM IN IKEA BY GOING OUT THE EMERGENCY EXIT

how he said his heart felt weird after listening to namjoons message and said he was really sad :’(((

how his voice sounds in that new cover

and those quiet hums

and how he takes a big breath before words

yet its still so soft

and you can literally picture him closing his eyes while singing

hes the most hardworking guy in the entire world

and even when hes super busy he STILL makes sure we’re satisfied and puts us before anything

i love how his hair colour has stayed the same through a lot of comebacks

because every comeback its still just as cute

and hes still just as handsome

the way he intertwines his fingers together sometimes

or puts them behind his back when hes talking (maybe I said this already)

his long breaths after a long practice

his dance covers

how he was shy during that vlive with hoseok and said he wasn’t good at freestyling but he still did his best

wow

i just really love every single little thing about him

hes the most wonderful man on the face of the earth

and I appreciate him to absolutely no end

#armiesnet #bts #jungkook #jeon jungkook #bangtan boys #bangtan #mine

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afangirlsplaylist · 7 years

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Counsel Me (Day 4) - Rhett

Author: afangirlsplaylist

Rating: Explicit. This chapter is G.

Warnings: Depictions of minor violence, emotions and angst.

Chapter: 5/?

Word Count: 1,609

Summary: When Rhett and Link’s friendship hits a breaking point they turn to a therapist, who proposes a difficult idea. Very loosely prompted by THIS.

Read it on archiveofourown

He was a coward. It had only been four days yet he was already reduced to hiding out in a toilet stall, sitting on the seat fully clothed. Not only that but a toilet stall of a company building he co-owned, with his fingers hovering over his phone’s call button like a child. He didn’t know how long he’d been sitting there with Link’s number punched in, stubbornly fighting the temptation that was eating away at him so strongly, but he knew he wouldn’t last against it.

The ringing sounded overly loud in his ears when he hit the button, his heart pumping hard along with it. In truth part of him still really wanted to hang up, determined to make it through the week without this. But the other half was stronger, waiting impatiently until Link picked up on the other end.

He didn’t expect the silence that greeted him, with nothing but Link’s breathing and a few muffled voices letting him know anyone had even picked up.

“Link?” He tried, trying to keep a relieved sigh from escaping him when Link spoke.

“I could see it was you.” Link answered quietly. “I probably shouldn’t have picked up.”

“I just…” Rhett swallowed, unable to form anything but stuttering noises.

“I know.” Link said, reading between the pauses. “Me too.”

They both sat and listened to each other’s breathing for a few stolen seconds, drinking up the cheap imitation of each other’s company. Rhett could hear the distant sound of children coming from Link’s end, and could easily imagine Link sitting as he was, hiding out in the bathroom with his phone to his ear and a hand to his forehead. He knew what that looked like because he’d seen it once before, minus the phone.

He’d had to leave not long after one of Link’s soccer games, promising to meet him at the school gate so they could go to his house for the usual play by play. But when he got there he’d seen no head of dark hair waiting for him, or any sign of Link at all, and none showed up. He’d tried the locker room, a couple of classrooms, and even their usual spot by the trees before he’d thought to try the bathroom, immediately hearing someone in there.

“Link?” Rhett called, following the noises he could hear towards a single cubicle. They sounded suspiciously like sniffles, killing his hesitancy immediately.

He pushed the unlocked cubicle door open to find Link sitting with his knees raised up towards his chin, sobbing into his arms. He was still wearing his soccer shirt and high socks, although his shoes appeared to be free of mud. Usually, he would inwardly chuckle at how Link hated dirty things so much he’d taken the time to clean his shoes off first, but not this time. He stared in shock and was about to open his mouth to speak when he noticed something in the area of hip visible from where Link’s shirt had ridden up.

“What the fuck is this Link?” Rhett asked, his anger already rising as he spotted the dark patch of bruise hidden there.

“Nothing.” Link said quickly, wiping at his eyes and tugging his shirt down a little more firmly.

“Really?” Rhett said, raising an eyebrow and not believing a word of it. “That’s funny, I’ve still got a couple of nothings from basketball. What was this?“

“John Carson’s boot.” Link said bitterly, saying the name like it was something nasty sitting under his nose.

Rhett’s face was red with anger but softened as he held out a hand to help his friend up. "Why’d it happen?”

“I’m a big gay loser.” Link said sarcastically, moving to wash his hands and splash some water onto his face.

“I’m gunna kill him.” Rhett growled.

Link looked up at Rhett’s reflection behind him in the mirror, giving him a stern look. “No, you’re not.”

“You can’t just let him get away with -”

“I could handle him you know.” Link cut in. “If he pissed me off enough or I wanted to tell someone about it.”

“Oh, I know.“ Rhett assured him, rolling up his sleeves ominously before washing his hands. “Doesn’t mean I’m not gonna get a punch in.”

He finished washing and shook his hands off quickly, heading out the door before he could be stopped. He got a few curious looks as rushed down the hallway, heading straight for the soccer pitch with Link following close behind.

“Carson!” Rhett yelled, gaining the attention of everyone as he stormed across the field towards his target.

John didn’t have the chance to turn the smirk rising up the corners of his mouth into words before Rhett got a fist into his gut, sinking it in hard. He watched in satisfaction as John doubled over, crouching in the mud.

"Don't touch him again." Rhett warned.

John snarled, recovering quickly although he still held a hand to his stomach. “Good thing your boyfriend is here defend you, huh?” He asked Link, rather unwisely.

The thinly veiled dig at Rhett was not lost on Link, and if anything it set fire to his rage more so than the further insinuation that he was weak. So before he could think he’d pulled his leg back and smacked it into John’s side, probably giving him a bruise to match his own.

He was already rearing back his leg for another shot when Rhett grabbed his arms, holding him back. He turned and gave Rhett a look that said quite clearly ‘let go of me now’ but Rhett just shook his head, shooting back a look that said 'you don’t want to get in trouble for this too.’

Link knew he was right as he noticed the looks on John’s friends’ faces. All of them seemed too intimated by Rhett’s giant frame to join the small fight, but the risk was there. He could also see a teacher walking up the other end of the field, not close enough yet to take in the scene but getting closer every second. So he let his breathing even out until Rhett could release his arms without fear.

“If you have any decency you’ll get up before she gets here and act like it didn’t happen.” Rhett spat, turning his attention back to John.

Grudgingly he seemed to agree because he stood up quickly and brushed himself off, giving time for the teacher to get out of their line of sight.

“From now on you can consider him a McLaughlin.” Rhett continued, pointing a finger towards Link. “You mess with him you mess with both of us.”

Link face glowed in delighted surprise, visibly full of love and admiration for the guy next to him even as they walked away. He waited until they were well out of earshot before he turned to his friend with a question on his lips. “Why?”

"Why’d we start fighting Rhett?” The adult Link broke through the haze, and for just a second Rhett felt like he was still on the soccer field until he shook it off.

I have a theory Rhett thought, but that wasn’t what came out of his mouth. Instead, he just said. “I don’t know, man.”

"After this week we gotta stop." Link said seriously. "And this has gotta stop too if we're gonna do this properly."

Rhett didn't like the way Link's voice broke as he spoke, but he chose not to mention it. "You're right. Three days huh?"

"Three days brother." Link confirmed, sighing sadly.

Then, as if they'd both had timers running at both ends of the phone, Rhett heard a muffled cry of "Dad!" Coming from Link's end. At the same time he heard a soft rap at the door of the studio bathroom, almost making him jump.

“Gotta go.” They said in unison.

He took a second to hitch what he hoped was a casual look onto his face before he opened the bathroom door, but knew he hadn't got away with the small cheat on the experiment when he saw Stevie waiting for him. There was no way she could’ve known what he’d been doing but she held out her hand anyway, waiting expectantly.

“You’re mean, boss.” He snarked, rolling his eyes and placing his phone in her hand.

She ignored the comment and put his phone in her pocket, placing a company burner phone in his hand instead.

“Remember this is for you guys.” She said sympathetically, closing his hand around the phone with hers before walking away.

“You know I have his number memorized right?!” He called after her, to which she waved her hand dismissively. Chase happened to be walking past in time to hear every word, mouthing the word ‘blocked’ as he passed.

Curious, Rhett tried to input his friend’s number into the phone, groaning when he found he wasn’t able to make outgoing calls to it. “Goddammit.” He swore under his breath.

Frustrated beyond belief he locked himself in his office and chained himself to his laptop for the rest of the day, considering a number of ideas that seemed really appealing in the moment. Firing certain members of the crew for instance, would feel satisfying, as did the thought of leaving and driving right over to Link’s house. He even tangled, for the fiftieth time that week, with the idea of sending out an email that cancelled the whole thing. But every time he did he could picture the annoyed expression on Link’s face, just as hurt as him but ever the completest.

Three days was a hell of a long time.

Notes: So sorry for the wait! and sorry if this wasn’t worth it :-S

#rhink #rhink fanfiction #counsel me #my stuff

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danas-drabbles · 7 years

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Death gets a lot of shit for someone just doing their job. It’s not an easy job, at that.

Death gets a lot of flak, but really, we're just doing our jobs.

There's another misconception about death right there - that we're one person, collecting every dying soul. That's not true. There's actually a whole crew of us, with the head count ending around fifteen right now.

But is it true that it's our job to collect souls and lead them on to the afterlife. Sometimes, it's an easy job - in and out. The soul knows they moved on, and they follow us, no questions asked. These runs are uncommon, though, usually seen in the elderly and the very young, or those who knew they were dying and accepted their death. With most people, it's a struggle. They don't want to accept their death. They don't want to move on. They want to go back to their life. Sometimes, they have to watch for a while before they'll come. That's what we usually have to deal with.

It had been a relatively slow day for me - a sweet spring day with a blue sky and green grass. Time flows differently when you're death incarnate, so I even got around to enjoying myself for the first time in millennia when I got the call.

Deceased soul. 15 April 2016. Corona Carter. Thief River Falls, Minnesota, United States of America.

I stood and brushed the loose grass off of my pants ruefully. I wasn't really sure when or where I was, but I would miss it, miss this lazy moment. Glancing down at my wristwatch, I adjusted the ring around the face and looked up again, folding my hands behind my back.

Let me tell you, I've been doing this for a very long time. I've seen some nasty deaths. But it's always the suicides that are the worst for me.

I was standing in a bathroom - a very average looking bathroom, with white tile and a mirror and a granite countertop and all that. I snuck a glance in the mirror and was disappointed for the umpteenth time when I saw no reflection. Seeing my reflection was a luxury that only occurred in silver-backed mirrors, a rarity in this time period where everything was cheap and replaceable.

Except lives. Life itself was the most beautiful, valuable thing in existence, yet I've still seen it get thrown away since the dawn of humanity.

This job promised an ugly start. My charge was sitting in the bathtub in front of me, fully clothed, soaked in blood originating from her wrists. Her long, platinum blonde hair hid her face, with her chin lolling against her chest, hands resting palms-up on her stomach, revealing the horrendous silts in her forearms. Swallowing hard, I recollected myself before reaching down and tapping her shoulder.

Her eyes immediately fluttered open, flitting across the room before landing on me. I felt a light blush heat my face as she scrutinized me - I know, who would've thought Death was bashful - and offered her a hand up. She took it after a second, a spiritual reflection of her physical form that wafted off of her corpse like steam, but thankfully, she didn't notice.

"What happened?" She asked softly, her voice musical. Her eyes - once green, I just knew, but white in death, like all the others' - were fixed on mine, trying to understand.

"I'm here to take you to the beyond," I answered, my voice gentle. "You've passed on."

This was the most interesting part, watching the emotions flicker through their eyes as they processed that tidbit. I tried to name all the feelings I saw in this girl's, in Corona, as they passed - fear. Guilt. Shame. Regret. Sadness. Acceptance. She knew what she'd been doing when she laid herself in her bathtub for the last time. She wasn't surprised to have succeeded.

"I did it, didn't I?" She asked quietly, dropping her eyes to the floor. Squeezing her hand still wrapped in mine, I nodded.

"You did."

She managed to stand balanced for a moment, feigning strength, before she completely and utterly dissolved, crushed by her own actions. She slid to the floor and curled up in the fetal position, screaming obscenities about herself, about life, about death. I gave her her space and looked on, sympathetic. She had thought there was nothing left to live for - that her life was bad enough, hopeless enough to end - but she regretted her decision. And there were no take-backs or do-overs with death.

So I let her mourn. I let her mourn her death, the death of her future and dreams, the death of her identity. I sat down cross-legged opposite her, watching her as she cried and screamed and rebelled against death.

After a few minutes - or rather, what felt like a few minutes, considering time had frozen as soon as I’d set foot in Corona’s bathroom - she managed to cry herself out, leaving her shaking on the tiles. Standing, I gently helped her sit up, rubbing her arms to comfort her.

“It’s time to move on,” I reminded her softly. Sniffling, she nodded, and took the hand I offered to help her to her feet.

“How do we get there?” She asked me quietly, not dropping my hand once standing. On the contrary, she adjusted her grip to make the contact more comfortable for the both of us.

“Just like this,” I answered grandly, turning to push the bathroom door open. Instead of revealing whatever Corona would’ve expected there - a hallway or bedroom, I don’t know - it opened on pure white, a vast, empty expanse unfettered by any form of landscape. Squeezing Corona’s hand in mine, I led her through the doorway into the emptiness beyond, glancing at my watch. This was why mortals needed death - some spirits needed ‘waking’ into the Between, like Corona had, but even if they’d managed to get up themselves and find the door to the Beyond, they needed someone who could navigate it, to get them to Judgement. The Between was full of spirits who had woken up but ran away from their guide, as the Beyond was had spirits who’d found the entrance but gotten lost between Earth and Judgement.

“If you see anyone, don’t scream, don’t run, don’t do anything. Just stay with me, and I’ll keep you safe,” I told Corona strictly. Spirits couldn’t kill each other, but they could certainly rough one another up, and the Lost caught in Between tended to be... less than stable. Most of them went insane, stuck in an endless white emptiness.

Corona nodded and gripped my hand tighter as we stepped out of the Between and into the Beyond. If you knew where you were going, it was a short walk from Between to Judgement through the Beyond, no matter where you were coming from. It was just a matter of staying on course and not getting...

“Hey. Hey, look over there!” Corona breathed, sounding heartbroken. Glancing up, I saw a woman kneeling on the ground, face buried in her hands. Her sobs were faintly audible in the stillness of the Beyond. Before I could say otherwise, Corona tore her hand from mine and took off running towards the prone figure.

Sidetracked. Shit. I had just given her very clear instructions telling her not to do exactly that. I sprinted after Corona, yelling breathlessly to stay away from her, but by then, Corona was just a few yards away and the other woman had risen to her feet, looking ecstatic at first, but then furious. Upon seeing the other lady’s face, Corona started to backpedal, horror evident in her face, but the stranger had started towards Corona, fingers bent into oddly pointed hooks...

Oh God, she’d started to eat her fingers. Those were her bones shining through.

Finally reaching the site of the scene, I pushed Corona out of the way and pulled a whip from my hip. Three lashes was all it took to down the wayward soul - not fatally wounded, but incapacitated. I grabbed Corona by the wrist and took off in the direction I knew we were supposed to go, running with her tripping along behind me until the lost one was beyond out field of vision.

“Rule one,” I hissed, dropping Corona’s hand. “If you see anyone, don’t run. The lost do some weird stuff if they’ve been out here long enough.”

Tears were dripping down Corona’s face again. “I-I’m sorry,” she choked out. “I saw her and... I just wanted to help... everything you told me just fell out of my head... thank you for saving me.”

Feeling my heart melt, I turned away from Corona and pretended to fiddle with my wristwatch again to avoid facing her. “Well, just... just stay with me, and don’t run off again. Maybe you should close your eyes.”

Corona nodded slowly and took my hand again, still sniffling, as she closed her white eyes and contented herself with shuffling along behind me. I soon got us back on the path to Judgement, and we arrived after ten minutes of wordless hiking, the scuffling of our footprints and occasional sniff from Corona the only sounds to be heard in the empty wasteland.

After those ten minutes, I groped around in front of me, reaching for something I couldn’t see. After a few moments, my hand hit something solid, and a magnificent door seemed to bleed into reality from where my hand rested. Letting out a breath I hadn’t known I’d been holding, I quietly assured Corona she could open her eyes now. Open her eyes she did, her mouth gaping as the door finished growing to existence. “Only the guided can make it to Judgement,” I informed her softly. “No one can cheat the system.”

“What about that...” Corona didn’t finish her sentence. With her face the sickly pale it was, she didn’t need to.

“The Lost aren’t cheating the system, just themselves. They have to suffer out here until one of our patrol groups finds them and brings them into Judgement. Same goes for the Lost back in the Between. But you, you, Corona, made it to Judgement.”

“What happens in Judgement?”

I contemplated my answer as I swung the door open. Inside was a sort of waiting room, where a handful of other Guides from my team sat with their charges, waiting for them to be called into Judgement.

“You know the basic concepts of Heaven and Hell, right? Reward and punishment? You’ll be judged and relocated accordingly. If you don’t belong in either realm, they release you to wander the Beyond until another crew finds you, and they judge you again.”

Corona looked petrified. I left her to process that information as I walked up to the desk at the head of the room and greeted the receptionist sitting behind it, giving her my and Corona’s names as well as Corona’s date of death. The man behind the desk nodded and scrawled what I told him on a notepad - at the end of his desk shift, he’d find the tome dedicated to that day and enter Corona’s demise in neatly along with everyone else who died then. I shuddered at the thought of having a desk job - even though field work can be hellish itself, I was glad I didn’t have to do all the paperwork and processing.

I returned to Corona and led her to a chair against the wall opposite the desk, gently pushing her down into it. From there, it was a waiting game, as the Guides and spirits who had arrived before us were called to the room beyond the waiting area and more duos came after us. Corona sat with her hand in mine, and I could practically hear her mind buzzing as she contemplated her fate. I watched as Guides accompanied their charges to the door of what might be called the Courtroom, where Judgments took place, and bid them farewell before disappearing to take another job. After some time of waiting, Corona Carter was called.

Together, we stood, and together we walked to the door. Pausing right outside, I offered Corona my hand for my customary handshake - it’s what most people felt comfortable yet, though there were some exceptions who went for a hug.

Corona did neither, instead leaning up on tiptoes and pressing a kiss against my lips, parted slightly in surprise.

“Thank you. For everything.” She murmured before disappearing through the Courtroom door, never to be seen - by me, anyway - again.

I stood frozen where I stood, one hand raised to touch my lips as I felt my face flush hotly. As embarrassing as it is to admit as a woman as old as time, that was my first kiss.

#tw: suicide #suicide mention #autocannibalism mention #my writing #dana's drabbles #prompt by writing-prompt-s #couldn't find the link but it was about death being a group of people instead of one person #I kind of adapted it

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