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someonefantastic · 4 years

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They Look So Pretty When They Bleed

I had fun interpreting this prompt :) This was gonna be my longest fic so far but tomorrows fic actually is longer so look forward to that. Anyways yay for making it to double digits! Also this is set ambiguously in s8 cause I love me some established shules. Summary: Shawn and Juliet are having a nice date night, what could go wrong? Warnings: stabbing, blood loss, passing out, some innuendos but nothing too outside of the show also on ao3 (this gets kinda long so it’d be better accessed on ao3 tbh) ___ “So Mr. Spencer,” Juliet started as they exited the restaurant and turned on to the boardwalk, “Where to now?”

Shawn grinned and grabbed her hand, a bounce in his step. “Well Detective O’Hara, I was thinking we’d go back home and pop in a movie. Maybe a little Netflix and chill action hmm?” He waggled his eyebrows.

She threw her head back, her laughter only causing his grin to widen. “You have a one-track mind sometimes.”

“Oh, I always have a one-track mind when it comes to you,” He smirked.

She rolled her eyes. “You know, that would be almost romantic if we weren’t just talking about sex.”

He gave a half shrug. “Tomato, cucumber.”

As her laughter subsided, he caught her looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “What?”

She gave him a soft smile, “Nothing. I just like looking.”

Even after almost three years of dating, his cheeks still flushed at the compliment. “Thanks. I like your face too.”

“Thanks, Shawn.”

“Anytime babe.”

It was a beautiful night. A warm, salty breeze came off of the ocean, turning the sticky humidity of the day into a gentle glow. Music faded in and out, as they passed restaurants and clubs, a chaotic symphony of noise. Waves crashed in the distance and the wooden slats creaked beneath their feet.

Shawn tugged on her hand, leading her towards the parking lot. Underneath a streetlight sat her green VW beetle, the interior illuminated. A tall man, clad in jeans and a hoodie stood by the front door, patting his pockets with fervor.

They exchanged looks.

“Is he trying to steal my car?” Juliet whispered, eyes darting from him to the guy.

He shook his head, “I doubt it. He doesn’t seem like the type. Look at him, he seems like he’s looking for his keys. Probably got your car mistaken for his own.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You think he drives a green beetle?”

“Gus drives a blue echo.”

Pursing her lips, she bopped her head from side to side. “You’ve got a point.”

He turned his attention to the man who was still frantically searching his pockets. “Hey man, lost your keys?”

The guy jumped, whirling around, his eyes wide. Actually, he was more like a boy, had to be in his early twenties at least.

“Uh, yeah. I can’t seem to figure out where I put them.” His voice wobbled as he spoke.

He shifted his feet and Shawn noticed something glint in the corner of his sweatshirt pocket. Subtly, he took a small step forward, making sure he was closer to the guy than Juliet.

“Dang man, I hate when that happens. I lose everything. Last week I lost half a ham sandwich in my best friend’s desk. Boy was he not happy about that.” He chuckled.

The guy didn’t laugh, his eyes darting around the parking lot.

“Well anyway, I think I know one problem here.” The man’s eyes snapped to his face. “This isn’t your car.”

Shawn saw the muscles in his arms tense before he moved. His hand shifted inside his pocket, eyes wild and scared.

There was no time, he had to protect Jules.

The second he stepped in front of her, it seemed like the whole world slowed down. He saw the guy pull out a knife, the streetlights glinting off of the patches of metal that weren’t rusted. He watched as the knife was jabbed into his stomach, cutting through his grey button-up shirt and piercing his skin.

His vision blurred, a dull ringing beginning to creep into his ears. He was frozen, unable to move or speak in a mix of shock and something he couldn’t quite place. All he could do was watch as the guy moved towards Juliet. And as much as he wanted to tackle the guy or do something to protect her, he knew she could take care of herself.

His point was made as the assailant was met with a swift punch to the nose. That was his Jules.

Clutching his bruised, if not broken, appendage in his hand, she took advantage of the situation. Pulling up her dress’ skirt- if he was in his right mind he may have commented on that being incredibly sexy- and unholstering her gun.

“SBPD. Drop the knife.” Her voice was even and her eyes icy.

Blood was now running down the guy’s hand and his eyes were unfocused but he complied. The knife clattered to the ground. Not wasting any time she shoved him up against the side of the car, detaching handcuffs from her other thigh and clasping them around his wrists. At this point in their relationship, Shawn wasn’t even surprised that she had brought handcuffs on their date night, though he was a little disappointed that they weren’t going to be used on him.

Eventually- he couldn’t be sure when Juliet in cop mode was very distracting (also the knife wound but mostly Juliet)- he had wound up on the ground, leaning heavily against the rear tire. The area under his hand was wet and he could feel his heartbeat through his stomach. That wasn’t normal.

He heard the car door slam and Juliet knelt next to him, her eyes wide, breathing heavily.

“I called for backup, they should be here in ten.” She gingerly picked up his hand, gasping as she inspected the wound. “Shawn you’re losing a lot of blood.”

“Oh is that why I feel so lightheaded?”

“Might’ve hit an artery. Gosh, I hope not.” She muttered more to herself. Gripping the bottom of her light blue sundress, she tore the fabric.

His words were starting to slur together, but he couldn’t resist making a joke. “Wow Jules as much as I enjoy you undressing, I don’t think now is the time.”

Shaking her head, she wrapped one arm around his back and gently eased him away from her car and to the ground. “You’re losing too much blood, I gotta try to stop it somehow.”

As much as he’d usually love her touch, this time he wasn’t a fan. He bit back a scream, the pressure on the cut sending fire throughout his stomach. Her face twisted into a mix of sympathy and concern and she grabbed one of his hands.

Raising their joined hands, she pressed her lips against the back of his. “I’m sorry sweetheart.”

“So much for Netflix and chill.” He chuckled weakly.

He watched her apply pressure to the wound for some time. Even given their undesired circumstances, she was still beautiful. Her hair was down, it’s length and style reminding him of the time when she went undercover at a sorority house. He had been so enamored with her. Her quick wit, her sharp investigative skills, her empathy, the way she always kept him guessing, not to mention those great outfits. If someone had told him then, that he’d wind up in a committed relationship with her, even considering marriage, he would have simply laughed and told them to stop messing with him.

But even then he had been in love with her, though he didn’t realize it until much much later and admitted it later still. He loved her. Simple as that.

His vision blurred and his eyelids felt so heavy. It was getting harder to pay attention now. He was shaking, feeling so cold and yet sweating all the same. All he could feel was the pain. He didn’t want to close his eyes, to lose the vision before him, but he didn’t want to stay awake either. Maybe if he just slept for a bit, he’d have lovely dreams of Jules.

She felt his hand go limp. Whipping her head around, she watched helplessly as his eyes slid closed.

“No, no, no... Shawn!” Letting go of his hand, she gently patted the side of his face. His skin was cold. “Shawn, I need you to stay awake.”

When he didn’t respond she swore loudly. Of course, he passed out. He was losing blood- a lot of it.

Picking up her hand, she cursed again at the sight of crimson soaking through her torn dress fabric. Without hesitation, she tore again at her dress, replacing the bloody scrap with a fresh one. Applying even more pressure, she watched his face, looking for any response. She was met with none.

His skin was pale, an odd contrast to the dark stubble around his cheeks. Breathing too shallow for her liking but she could only focus on one thing at a time. Right now stopping- or at least slowing- the bleeding was the priority.

She ran a hand through her hair and then down her face. He couldn’t die. She wouldn’t let him. They still had their whole lives in front of them. Sure it had only been a few months since they got back together but marriage talks were already becoming more and more frequent. Late one night, he told her that their breakup had shown him that he didn’t want to live life without her. She had nearly proposed to him on the spot. But they were still getting back in their groove and engagement was a big step. She wanted him- both of them- to be absolutely sure about their decision before taking that step. Now she just hoped they’d make it that far.

“Shawn Spencer, if we get out of this, I’m gonna kiss you for all you’re worth. Or kill you. I haven’t decided yet.”

Hunched over him, her hair fell around her like a curtain. Brushing it behind her ear she slightly scolded herself for not wearing it up today. Curse Shawn and his love for her hair being down.

She tore again at her dress, scowling at the now mid-thigh length. If he kept bleeding like that, he’d get his wish about seeing her undressed.

As if sensing an opportunity to make a joke, he stirred. His eyes flickered open. Unfocused but still open.

“Shawn,” She gasped, feeling tears start to pool in her eyes. In the distance, sirens blared. There was hope for them yet.

The corner of his mouth turned upwards. Hand reaching out, he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You’re so beautiful.”

Later at the hospital, she would look in the mirror and laugh, much to the disturbed looks of the people around her. Leave it to Shawn to compliment her while her dress is half torn and her face is streaked with blood. Boy did she love him.

She'd tell him such as soon as he woke up.

#whumptober2020 #no. 10 #they look so pretty when they bleed #blood loss #juliet o'hara #shawn spencer #shules #blood tw #knife tw #violence tw #angst #shawn whump #skipps writes #psych fanfic

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justanotherfanfic · 5 years

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P.S. I Love You

summary: reader fell hard for peter. wanda encourages the reader to confess her feelings to him before it’s too late. little do they know....

warning: SUPER ANGST

pairings: peter parker x reader / wanda x reader (platonic) / avengers x reader (platonic)

word count: 3.8k+

a/n: THIS IS SO SAD I’M SORRY ):

THIS WAS NOT your best day. Your school presentation was not what you hoped it would be, you embarrassed yourself in front of all your friends, training was a disaster, and to make it all worse, you just heard that your crush was falling for someone who was clearly not you. It felt like the day was just a slap in the face. You were overwhelmed with how terrible the day has been.

You let out a shaky breath as you continued to hit the punching bag. You knew this was the best way to release all your stress and anxiety so you have been doing this for the past few hours. The more you punched, the angrier you got. Tears started to fall, you didn't know why but it was kind of helping. You didn't notice how intense your punching had gotten before you were interrupted.

"[Y/N]?" A voice spoke out.

You didn't need to see his face in order to know it was your best friend. You quickly wiped your tears before Peter could see.

"Yes, Peter?" You whispered then continued to punch the bag. You did not want him to see you crying. If he saw you crying he'd insist on you telling him and that won't end well for you.

"What's wrong?" He questioned with concern as he stood next to you with sweat covering his shirtless body. You avoided eye contact, not wanting it to be harder on yourself.

"Nothing." You answered as you punched the bag. You noticed that you started to punch harder and pictured her as the bag.

"[Y/N]," Peter urged. He saw your facial expression, your puffy eyes and how exhausted you looked. "We both know there's something wrong. Please, tell me. We tell each other everything."

Not this time. You thought in your head. You didn't want to admit that you had feelings for him. Every time you saw his face you saw her. You hated it.

You were both interrupted by someone clearing their throat. You and Peter turned to see Wanda with her arms crossed in front of her chest. You dropped your hands, the two of you giving her full attention. She gave the two of you a quirked eyebrow, "I need to speak with [Y/N]."

You looked at Peter before grabbing your things. As you were about to leave you felt Peter grab your hand. "You know I care. I'll always be there for you," Peter whispered to you. "I'll be in my room if you want to talk." You stared at him, not knowing what to say. He sighed then let go of your hand and walked away.

You felt chills run down your spine as you then walked to Wanda's room. Before you could sit down you heard the door shut. You jumped in surprise then relaxed on her bed.

"So, did Steve talk to you about training me?" You asked as you started to play with a stress ball she had sitting to the side of her desk. Your eyes wandered around her room, taking in all her decorations and pictures she had hung up.

"No," Wanda started. "That's not what I wanted to talk about." She sat on the corner of her bed directly in front of you. Your knees were basically touching.

"Oh?" You questioned, your eyes now focused on her. "So, what's up?"

"I need to ask you a question and I need you to be completely honest with me. No questions, just answer." Wanda spoke sternly.

"Uhh... alright?" You whispered as your heart started to race. Every single bad thing you have ever done started popping up in your head. You stealing Vision's food for the past 2 weeks, you pranking Tony every other day, you hacking into Steve's computer and creating dating profiles, you talking to Thor about-

"Why haven't you told Peter about your feelings towards him?" Wanda finally asked.

This threw you off completely. You would like to say you were shocked, but at the same time you should've known, she has the ability to read minds. You mentally slapped yourself.

"Look, it's not as easy as it seems..." You blushed. "I don't know what traditions you had in Sokovia but here in America, girls don't really say they like someone unless they're willing to take the risk of being humiliated. Today has not been my day either so, I'd rather not."

Wanda smirked, "[Y/N], I think you should tell him. Trust me."

"No, no way." You shook your head as you stood up.

"You're going to regret it, [Y/N]." Wanda continued. "At least think about it."

"That's the thing! I don't want to! Just thinking about it makes me want to throw up." You started speaking. You then thought about it, the embarrassment it would bring. "I actually think I'm going to throw up..." You gripped your stomach and hunched over her desk.

Wanda laughed lightly at your hysteria, "[Y/N] you are young and have so much to look forward to. Take this risk!" That's the thing, Wanda knew it wasn't a risk. She can read Peter's mind and see how much he loves you.

"I-I can't," You stuttered as you violently clawed at the stress ball.

Wanda tried not to laugh, biting her lip before continuing, "What if you write how you feel about him on a piece of paper like if you're talking to him?"

"So, a love letter?" You questioned as you stopped squishing the ball to death.

Wanda shrugged, "If you want to call it that."

You gave her a look, "I don't know..."

Wanda adjusted herself to face you properly, "Just say everything, pour everything out."

You thought for a moment. Maybe you should, what could go wrong? You're just letting your feelings out so you don't burst out all your emotions at anyone's face.

You slowly nodded, "I guess it's not a bad idea..."

Before the conversation could continue, FRIDAY spoke into the room. "I apologize for interrupting your conversation with Miss [L/N]. Miss Maximoff, Rogers is urging an emergency mission. You will report to the hanger immediately. Miss [L/N] and Mr. Parker will remain at the base until further notice."

Wanda looked over at you as you stood up, "Look, I want you to know that it's fine to have feelings for someone. Please don't be ashamed of your feelings. Love is a beautiful thing, embrace it!"

You smiled weakly at her and nodded. Before you left the room, you looked back at her, "Good luck on the mission, I know you'll do amazing!" You encouraged. Wanda smiled and left the area while you walked to your room.

You looked around the room before deciding to start on the letter. It's the least you can do for Wanda. You didn't know why she was urging you to express your feelings so badly, but you assumed she just wanted to have some sort of entertainment out of this. You shook your head before you started writing.

"Dear Pete," You wrote down. You shook your head and erased the two words. Too cliché. "Hey! Peter...." No. "Heeey!" Ew, no. "Penis Parker!" Ugh, he'd hate it. The eraser was your new best friend. The shards of that pink rubber were scattered all over your desk. "Yo, Peter..." NO! You sighed in frustration and laid your head down.

Focus, [Y/N]! You thought. Gather your thoughts together and relax.

You exhaled deeply as you thought about the times you spent with Peter. From the day you met, til now. You felt your heart flutter and your face flush. Wow, you really were falling for him. You were falling hard. Gosh, you hoped this would help. You opened your eyes and got a new paper. You felt your hands moving, letting your heart do the talking. It was as if it was perfect timing when FRIDAY began to speak after you closed off the letter.

"Mr. Stark is requesting you and Mr. Parker to immediately leave the base and assist the team for back up," FRIDAY spoke. You nodded to yourself and quickly started to change into your suit. Before you left, you saw the letter was still on your desk. You snatched it and shoved it into your suit before leaving.

The mission was rough. The team anticipated the HYDRA base would be smaller and contain only a few agents. Little did they know that the remainder of their base was underground. In other words, it was their second biggest base.

"Fall back!" Steve called into the comms. It was getting too chaotic. Even with you and Peter as backups, it wasn't enough.

You were all heading back when you heard Steve shout in pain. Everyone didn't notice and tried to adjust themselves in the jet. You looked out to see Steve hiding behind a bin. He was wounded, bleeding from being shot at.

"I'm going back for Steve!" You called out to the team.

"[Y/N] no!" Tony rejected.

"[Y/N] STOP!" Peter called out.

You sprinted out the Quinjet without a second thought. You went back to where Steve was last seen. Unfortunately, he wasn't there. You quickly scanned the area and found him hiding behind a tree. You sprinted as you dodged the bullets flying at you. You threw yourself to the ground and saw Steve staring at you with wide eyes.

"You should've stayed on the ship," Steve grunted.

You gave out a laugh, "And let our captain get captured by HYDRA? I don't think that will be a fun reunion."

Steve laughed before allowing you to help him up. He let some of his weight onto you but knew your body wouldn't be able to handle all of his weight so he attempted to keep most of his weight to himself.

You struggled as you tried to balance his weight onto you as bullets were raining down on the two of you. Thankfully, Steve's shield took the hits. You both struggled while getting closer to the ship. The team urged the two of you to pick up the pace as the ship began to get ready to leave.

Just as you were about to step foot on the platform, you felt a sharp pain shooting up your spin. You gasped in shock and felt your body go weak. You fell to the floor, along with Steve who was leaning against you.

"[Y/N]!" Peter cried out as the team was quick to bring the two of you into the ship and take off.

You struggled to breathe as you felt the unbearable pain all around your body. Peter pulled you deeper into the ship as everyone was scattered around.

"No no no!" Peter cried as the team tried to help you and Steve. Tony was by your side and pressed down on your wound to prevent it from bleeding out. You screeched in pain as you now began choking on the blood coming out of your mouth.

Peter began sobbing as Bruce tried his best to treat your bullet wound. Steve was fine by the time Bruce began to do an emergency surgery with the tools on the ship. Natasha was pulling her hair in anxiety as Clint set the jet to autopilot. Tony pulled Peter into his chest as Peter still held a tight grip on your hand.

"You're going to be fine!" Bruce assured as he shakily tried pulling out the bullet from your body. "Focus on Peter!"

You cried as you felt the sharp pain shooting up your spine once again. More blood began to leave your wound making the team freak out. Peter was now cupping both of your cheeks, his face near yours, "[Y/N] look at me! Yes! You're doing great, just look at me okay? We're going to be okay."

"I need bandages and towels!" You heard Bruce shout. Everyone scrambled to their feet and tried to collect anything that could help. You knew the wound had damaged something inside of you. You were all hours away from the base, you weren't going to make it. You accepted your fate.

You stared into Peter's eyes. The same beautiful eyes you met all those months ago. The same eyes you fell in love with. The same eyes you dreamed about every night. You almost forgot how magical they were. It was as if you were being hypnotized.

You panted as you looked up at Peter. Your eyes never breaking eye contact. Your hands shook as you reached for the letter in your suit. A bloodstained paper was firm in your hands as you gave it to Peter. He held onto your hand and paper. Tears fell down his face as he shook his head.

"I I-I'm sorry," You whispered.

With that, you took your last breath. Your eyes drifted off as the team stared in horror.

"No no no!" Peter shouted. "[Y/N] open your eyes! Love, open your eyes!"

He pulled your bloody, wounded body onto his lap as he shook you. With every shake, he hoped you would miraculously wake up. Peter shouted in agony when he realized you weren't going to wake up. He lost one of the only people he truly cared for. He would never get you back. He shouted in pain as the team looked away in shame as their tears fell down their faces. Peter sobbed into your lifeless body as the team silently reflected on what just happened for the rest of the trip back to the base.

Hours went by and the team was back at the base. Workers from the infirmary tried grabbing your body from Peter's grip.

"N-No!" Peter cried as he tried to pull you closer to him.

"Peter, please..." Tony whispered as he slowly released Peter's grip from you. The workers grabbed your body from him and placed you on the table that would wheel you out.

"I'm sorry kid," Tony whispered as he had tears fall down. Peter stared at your pale, lifeless body. He didn't know what to do. It was as if there were no tears left to cry. Your body was taken to the morgue as the team stared in silence. A few moments passed when Peter silently left the area. The team stared at him in sorrow. They knew he was broken.

Peter clung onto the paper in his hand and stared down at it as he maneuvered his way to his room on the residential level. He was terrified to open it. There were endless possibilities of what that paper held. His mind rambled on as he stood at the door to his room.

"Password?" FRIDAY spoke out.

Peter froze. He felt his body tense up as his mind went blank. Peter's lips trembled as his breath shook, he was silent for a while. He couldn't say it.

"Password?" FRIDAY repeated.

Peter choked out a sob,"[Y- [Y/N]." He leaned his forehead against the door as he cried.

"Password accepted," FRIDAY responded. A click flickered and the door was open.

Peter closed the door behind him and finally threw himself on his bed. He allowed himself to fully release all the emotions his body was going through. Anger. Fear. Anxiety. Sorrow. Grief. Love. It felt like hours before he decided to calm down. He silently leaned against the frame of his head and stared out the window.

Wanda quietly walked into his room. She took in the scene and felt her mind going crazy with the emotions and thoughts running through Peter's head. Peter was staring out the window silently, eyes puffy and his chest shaking lightly from the lack of oxygen he received from sobbing a moment ago. No one knew what to say to Peter so they sent Wanda to check up on him. Since she can read minds, it would help her take the right steps on what to say.

"Hey..." Wanda whispered.

Peter looked up at her, his eyes drooping with pain. He turned around again and stared out the window, the letter in his tight grip. He still hasn't opened the letter, he wanted to hold onto a piece of you for as long as he could.

"Have you read it yet?" Wanda finally spoke.

Peter lightly shook his head.

"I think you should read it." She urged.

Peter felt tears falling, "This is the last thing she gave me. The last piece of her. She died while giving it to me. I don't think I can handle reading it, not yet."

Wanda sighed, "She had a purpose for it, Peter. Trust me."

He didn't respond, instead, he continued to stare out the window. Wanda exhaled deeply and sat on the bed with Peter. She was going to stay with Peter the whole day to make sure he was safe. She also wanted to make sure he would be fine after reading what was in that letter.

After a few hours, he finally had the courage of opening the letter. He looked at the letter in hesitation. Wanda peered up at him and waited. He sighed before opening the envelope and seeing the folded paper.

He teared up seeing your beautiful handwriting covering the entire page. Your perfume illuminated from the paper. It was as if you were still there. Peter felt his hands shake as he fixed his eyes onto the letter. He took a deep breath before starting to read.

Peter,

The first time we spoke was when you asked me where the training room was. I remember laughing because you looked lost. It was adorable. You were so confused by all the levels and would silently freak out when we would pass by any of the team members. I smiled as I gave you a tour of the base, showing you all the short cuts and the best hideouts whenever we needed time alone. It was honestly the best day of my life. You were so shy but I knew that we were going to be best friends. I felt the connection from that day.

The second time we spoke was when Tony assigned us to train together later that week. I remember walking into the training room to see you starstruck at Natasha. You wouldn't stop stuttering! It was the funniest thing to happen, especially when she tackled you on the mat. Unfortunately, you got hurt and I had to take you to the infirmary. The whole way there, I couldn't stop staring at you. The way your eyes wandered around the base and observed all the things we passed by. You looked beautiful, I knew that I was falling for you. Even as you were getting your arm brace, the small smile you gave me made my heart flip. Who was I to let Peter Parker steal my heart? I don't regret it one bit.

When we went for our mission, we were already hanging out for a while. We were both terrified. Your hands were shaking. It was our first mission with The Avengers. I stared at your hands, the way you gripped onto your suit, your knuckles were as white as a snowflake. I wanted to hold them. I wanted to tell you that everything was going to be fine. I chose not to. Instead, I called you a snowflake to help you ease your nerves. You smiled at the nickname. That damn smile. That smile healed my nerves as if we were on any other mission.

After that day, we started talking more than before. That mission helped us connect better. The team was happy we were getting along so well, little did they know was how hard I was falling for you. We had more missions together. We were technically forced to talk to each other by the team but it didn't feel that way. It felt like home. As weird as it sounded, I knew you were meant to be in my life. It was no coincidence.

Since that time, I started caring for you more than I did for myself. It was different. Even now, as I'm writing this my heart is flipping out of its chest. Do you see how in love I am with you? I felt like we were meant to be something more than just friends. That's the sad part, I knew there would be nothing else. I know you only want to be friends. This letter is only to help me release my feelings, to help me release the tension. Even today at the training room, I know you saw me crying. I was crying for you, Peter. Don't feel bad, now. I was crying because I know you have feelings for her. Yes, her. Don't worry. I'll always be there for you, no matter what. Peter Parker understand that I will never leave your side.

If you're reading this, that means I suddenly had the courage to show how I truly felt. That, or something bad happened. I don't know what it is but I'm sure it was for the best. I hope this letter finds you well.

P.S. I love you Peter Parker

- [Y/N]

A cry escaped Peter's lips. He pulled the letter to his chest as he sobbed into his room. Wanda gave him a pained smile as she pulled him into her chest, stroking his hair. She waited as she felt Peter's mind racing. He continued crying and sobbing as he thought about all the moments you two had. How it was all being ripped away from him.

"She loved you, Peter," Wanda finally spoke. "Don't blame yourself for a decision she made."

Peter shook his head and felt tears falling down his cheeks, "Why didn't she tell me?"

"She was scared of your rejection." Wanda sighed.

He cried, he never felt so guilty in his entire life. He looked up at Wanda, "That's the thing. I loved her. I was head over heels for her. From the day we met, I couldn't stop thinking about her. I-I was just too scared to admit it..."

"I know," Wanda sighed. "That's why I wanted her to write you this letter. I was planning on giving it to you at the end of the day. I was hoping you two would realize your feelings for one another."

Peter covered his face and began to sob uncontrollably. Wanda sighed in sorrow, she knew exactly what Peter was feeling. Peter continued to cry at the thought of you. He knew he can't have you. He will never have you. Everything he loves always dies, he just never thought it would be you too. He fell hard for you and you never even knew.

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years

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| marked | j.jh | ch. twelve

genre: superpower!au

a/n: idk if i’m satisfied with this final chapter and it seemed rushed for me. you guys judge. 🤧 it’s the series’ ending. italics in this chapter meant dialogues. an epilogue will be posted in a bit! or a few hours later. enjoy! 😊 ~j.

your legs wobbled at the endless running for escape. jaehyun, who was in front, pulled you to the location of original plan— the bridge connecting the two building sections. you had no idea where you’d go next. the continuous explosions and the weakening of your strength were getting the best of you. jaehyun thought the next and only escape would be in the next building. he knew that you both had to confront the supposed enemies; wonhee, boreum and whoever was to come your way, with whatever remaining strength you both had left.

the weather was colder than most days— comparatively to when you were alone, out in the snow. you took a glance at jaehyun, who was running out of breath and to the bridge in front of you. it wasn’t the time to stop. the explosions gone off as if they were chasing you. bricks and concrete blown up high in the air and came in crashing down to the ground. coincidentally though, missing both of your exhausted bodies. not later, the bridge you both ran on felt like it was about to collapse where the vibrations of every concrete developed cracks.

except it did.

you both screamed and closed your eyes to brace for the impact; the dark abyss of the new cliff seemingly created by the effect of the abundant detonation. the same cold wind felt like ice shards scratching through your sensitive flesh, exposed to the pain and vulnerable to the upcoming injuries. jaehyun unintentionally let of your grasp where you both appeared like sky divers who jumped off the plane for an experience of a lifetime. however this wasn’t that kind of experience.

“jaehyun!” you cried as loud as you could, forgetting the fact that he heard less now. he saw how your eyes welled in tears as they searched for that familiar comfort— him. as if swimming in the air as you both fell, he tried to reach for your hand. and he did however, a boulder out of nowhere came in between, breaking you apart from him.

“y/n!” jaehyun yelled in a prolonged tone.

quick bright flashes blinded jaehyun, and for a moment everything else felt like a dream. he saw figures ahead of him whilst he laid weakly on the ground. they appeared to be rescuers but the familiarity of those figures were the same ones that attacked at the mountain top. although his hands were tied behind, he searched for you. to his relief you were just beside him, like you did after eunwoo’s teleportation. but where were you both now?

the smoky figures came into a clearer view. people slowly arrived, a backwards self-disintegration, coming into form and into the flesh.

“the last absolutes..” a man’s deep baritone voice chilled you. it was then followed by laughs of the cursed and of evil doings.

“glad you got them out of harm’s way.”

“they’re quite a complicated duo but seriously? that’s how time-lock works, i get to move freely outside time. maybe admire their crying faces while i’m at it, awww.”

“let us mess with their memories, shall we? pilsuk, please do the honors.”

“well you do make a good choice, master.” she laughed.

if he was the master, then he was wonhee.

jaehyun saw how pilsuk curled her fingers, as if she was playing with poker chips. lights of electricity twirled around them, bringing them close to your forehead. you struggled with the zapping pain. jaehyun came in between, stopping the process of whatever her power was. “do you, perhaps want to join in as well? the more the merrier.” pilsuk’s screechy laugh annoyed your ears. she gestured another to accompany her.

jaehyun’s coat was then grabbed by another man, where he has the same power as pilsuk. he twirled his fingers to his forehead.

wonhee, boreum and the rest of them saw your past memories— the village they destroyed, the people they have murdered, the fire that scarred the victims, the aircrafts that dropped bombs. they smirked at the priceless memory of accomplishment. however they were very much disappointed at the fact two persons, were left alive.

“erase the memory of the battle. they won’t need it anyway. crappy absolutes.” wonhee ordered.

as they were being erased, a part of you felt weaker. you could sense jaehyun flinching at the pain. the weight of him beside you concluded that he felt weaker too.

“why are you doing this?” you asked as your head throbbed.

“a new world deserves better people. of course, you absolutes aren’t needed.” a lady spoke, later revealing to be boreum.

“there are more absolutes than you think!” you yelled. a stinging slap covered your cheek.

“ah~ you mean chanyeol, gongchan and wheein, yes?” she chuckled. “the offsprings of those core leaders. they too, survived the wipeout.. but it’s such a shame that they are not, like you two anymore. obviously they lost the power of absolute senses. oops?”

jaehyun could understand a little and got the gist of the converstation. “it’s your doing, isn’t it? you took their powers away!”

“well what a pleasant answer, boy! they should be at least thankful that i still left them with super strength, yes?” she clapped her hands. “and how lucky of you to hear most of what i said.”

you kicked a rock and aimed it to her. “you-!”

the rock stopped midway and fell to the ground. “time-control is such a convenient power, thanks hyunmin.” boreum said.

“boy and girl. we are the defects of the neighbouring country. we were neglected from our own, for not being able to possess any power.” wonhee walked up front.

“we didn’t ask for your history, bastard.” you spat.

“ooh, feisty. i kinda like you, girl.” he held your chin, bringing it up to a rise.

“don’t touch her.” jaehyun warned as he kicked the man.

“feisty as well.. but i don’t like you.” he punched jaehyun and the dimpled boy hissed at the force. “where was i? ah yes, boring history. then we came to your country, became regular, normal people who worked in the government. almost 85% of the workers were of us. and of course we planned to dominate your country after we learnt your country’s certain power categories..”

“..which are known for the ancient and the forbidden.” hyunmin said.

“yes we practiced the powers, book after book. and so we got the acceptance from our country. but people like you, the absolutes, saw through our plans and informed the president. a battle arose and a lot of people died. sad, isn’t it?”

you sighed at the story, who knew it would be true or not. you shrugged at the man with no interest. wonhee seemed to noticed but continued anyway. he hasn’t gone to the main and crucial part.

“the absolutes thought they defeated us and received victory. we waited years, here in the warehouse, for the right time to wipeout your people at the village where they were most concentrated at. so we did wipe them out! wow isn’t that great? it was..” wonhee trailed off. “not until we got a report that some survived. still, we waited, until the three young absolutes reached the age of 22; the strong age of power. so your leaders were, ended.”

“we could’ve waited for the time til the two of you reached 22 but, we got impatient, so here you both are.” hyunmin played with his fingers.

“y-you killed my family!” you scoffed as you tried to escape from the handcuffs.

“nuh-uh. correction, you did. what you get for being an absolute.” wonhee laughed.

that hit a nerve. memories of you taking people’s lives in the past years came in rushing like adrenaline. jaehyun saw how your eyes pricked with tears. you told yourself it wasn’t you who wanted them dead in the first place. but the universe seemed to want to let you know. after a long time, you felt alone again. even if jaehyun was there, the feeling outweighed your friendship.

“no!”

jaehyun sensed your power of death luring them in. he slid to be beside you as he held your shaken hand. “it’s not your fault y/n!”

“finish them.” he ordered.

you then felt palms onto your eyes and jaehyun onto his ears. two voices battling each other, one telling you that they were giving your sight and hearing back, while the other telling that it’ll be gone permanently. to your dismay, it was the latter.

“mission accomplished.” boreum nudged wonhee.

“not quite yet, i want them dead.” he exhaled, observing how you had little sobs. “press the trigger button for our country’s backup. i sense something strange from the girl.”

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crew 097 were stationed back at the core. currently in a spacious room of twenty-one people. after an unfinished rescue mission of code green to retrieve you and jaehyun, they all sat in silence. not a single word uttered since the building bangchan and others were in held hostage collapsed.

mina held in tiny sobs. she still had hopes of you and jaehyun being safe. eunha had comforted the girl, but it did no effect on her.

“seriously stop crying mina!” yugyeom spat, giving her a towel. “they’re gonna be fine! we’ll get them out alive.”

“haha what happened to ‘they can protect themselves for all i care’?” mingyu high-fived bambam.

“shut up!”

the crowd laughed at the embarrassed yugyeom who ended up hiding himself under a blanket.

yuna felt the strength regaining into her. seokmin and the rest of the people in the core were glad that her team and herself were alive. “i feel a lot better.” she stretched her hands up high.

“did you forget that the core has a strengthening source?” seokmin teased her.

eunwoo came into the room, a worried look seen in his face. “dude you seem like you saw a ghost.” jungkook laughed but the boy did not move a face muscle. “what’s the problem?”

a loud gulp was heard from eunwoo, his eyes held in tears. he took a deep breath before speaking. “swarms of planes and people came from the warehouse and..” he trailed off.

“captain ordered for code black.”

“what?” eunha stood from her seat.

“oh gosh we’re all gonna die.” sujeong rubbed her temples.

“that’s a lot of enemies.” junhoe whistled as his palms rested onto the window sill.

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the continuous punches and kicks from them had left you and jaehyun numb and seemingly close to being unconscious. “okay. enough with the torture. backup had just arrived and apparently they’re battling with boy and girl’s core companions out there.” pilsuk reported to her masters.

“they’ll be dead before the entire building collapses anyway. let’s go and-” boreum was cut off by a vigorous shake that had really imitated earthquake. the ceiling above dusted them with mixed snow and aged concrete.

“what the-”

jaehyun saw wonhee and the others falling down one by one, in which was a result of your own power. they became one of the lifeless bodies you unwillingly took.

he went under his arms, sliding himself through them where his wrists were in front of him. he managed to help you do the same. the only way to be able to communicate with you was through tactile signing. but he saw your crying and pained face. tears streaming like a fresh river from its main source.

his hands were brought up to wipe them away. his heart ached at the sight of you, also at the state of your cold hands that were now slowly turning to a darker shade. not because of the cold, but due to how powerful your powers as a marked had gotten. although he couldn’t be able to hear your voice once more, he understood your pain. demise of people laid into these innocent hands.

jaehyun’s eyes pricked with tears too. soon later his lips quivered in sadness, because of you.

you cried and wailed non-stop. but the warm hands that touched yours calmed you just a little bit. you knew jaehyun was there. “y/n..” you felt movements under your palms as he signed to converse with you.

“our friends are out there, jaehyun..” you signed by his palms. “it’s our fault that they had to fight them.. they shouldn’t risk their lives to save ours and.. i don’t want to kill anyone anymore..”

“it’s not your fault. none of this is our fault.. we didn’t choose to be marked. we didn’t choose to kill. but please do know that we’re marked for a reason. i’m very sure it’s not for a bad intention..”

“what’s the solution? we’re gonna die here in the warehouse and we’re vulnerable to death. the enemy already came..” your signed answer shocked him, but he remained unwavered, and strong for you.

a pause from his hands left you hanging.

and you waited for him despite hearing the crumbling walls, indicating there wasn’t any time left.

“there is one, but you have to trust me on this, y/n.” jaehyun’s large hands held yours before continuing. his chest hit hard, not knowing whether it was from fear or hope.

when your hands felt his, your heart sank at the plan he thought and proposed of. “jaehyun, i can’t- you’ll be caught into it too. i can’t do it.”

“i promise you. i won’t die.”

you touched his face and felt his dimples. he was smiling, but you read a lie through them.

jaehyun saw your hands, the shade of black already covering your forearms. it pained him to hurt you, but it was the only way to stop the war; to stop his and your friends from possibly dying.

the ground shook and you both felt another imitation of an earthquake around you.

to him, your eyes were still beautiful. they still brimmed with life. he wanted to think maybe it was him who caused them to have life at the very least. you felt his hands caressing yours.

“i want you to trust me. if you do that, i promise you i won’t die. please y/n-”

“I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE BECAUSE OF ME!” he saw you mouthed instead of signing, your eyes boring into his even though you couldn’t see him anymore.

what you had said, that was the final blow. jaehyun regretted making you cry. he didn’t want to be the reason for your tears. his lips dropped and he wailed like he did in his room when he was alone.

you asked him why was crying, but he didn’t respond verbally nor through signing. because of this, you as well, cried hard.

you heard his hiccups and low groans as he cleared his throat. jaehyun was someone you adored. despite knowing his developing feelings for you since you arrived to the core, it gave you an ongoing giddiness.

though he felt strangely tired, he looked at you again. your eyes still stared into him. he smiled painfully as he clearly remembered how you loved his dimples. tears rolled down more when he knew you loved him so much, even if you didn’t tell him. jaehyun signed to you this one last time under your palms, later pulling you to close the gap in between.

what he signed left you smiling and it appeared to jaehyun in a sign of relief. he saw a dark light emitting from you and he closed his eyes, where your face was the last thing he saw before darkness consumed him.

the signed touch from jaehyun warmed you when he delivered the words:

“i love you y/n, my first love.”

you then felt his weight on your chest, unmoved. your heart probably sank at its deepest. deeper than the cliff below. deeper than the divers ever swam. it broke you for good. in a shaken state, you touched his fluffed hair. he didn’t keep his promise and you regretted not signing back in time..

telling him that you love him too.

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| marked — chapter twelve: the only shot |

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Trust - Chapter 4

Summary: Roman wakes up and realizes that only fighting his insecurities will make him reunite with the other Sides.

Pairings: Moxiety and Platonic Logince

Content Warning: Self steem issues, anger attack, self doubt, blood

Roman opened his eyes slowly, he blinked a few times, thinking he still had them closed for a second because everywhere he looked there was nothing but darkness.

He tried to stand up but he felt a huge pain on his hip, he groaned and put his hand where he felt the pain, his eyes looked down to see blood in his hand and two stains in his white clothes, his eyes widened as he let out a panicked scream.

“What happened to me?!

The creative side took a deep breath and took his sash off to use it as a bandage. He stood up weakly, when he was on his feet again he fixed his clothes and hair.

“Wait...” The creative side looked up to see the same as the entire place seemed to be.

“Where am I?”

He looked down at his hands, one of them still covered in his own blood. Even if the place was entirely black it wasn’t technically dark, he was able to see himself.

Roman tried to rebember what happened the previous night to end up wherever he could be at that moment.

He remembered in a second. The fight, Deceit, how bad he felt and how that imposter was probably pretending to be him right now

“Oh no” He exclaimed while thinking how his friends could be in danger

“I need to get out of here”

He ran as far as he could, he didn’t even knew where but he kept running, trying to find any kind of exit.

“Ugh, what is this sick joke?! Where’s the exit, is it invisible or what!?”

his eyes widened realizing the simple logic of the situation

“Gosh darnit! Why didn’t I thought about that?”

He imagined a big door with an exit neon sign, clapped twice and it appeared in front of him

“Yes!”

Roman moved the doorknob and ran through it, only to stay in the same place

“Oh, Come on!”

Deceit was probably behind this, he was so mad at him, making him feel so worthless, an idiot, selfish.

He clapped twice and his sword apeared in his hands

“I know you did this, Deceit. Show yourself already!”

The figure weirdly appeared when Roman asked for it, looking at him with a fake grin. In the inside he was furious that his plan had failed for now, but Roman didn’t had to know about his facade.

“Well if it isn’t the fairest of them all” He said with a sarcasm so noticable, even for Roman.

“What have you done to my friends?” He asked with his sword in hand and a serious face, he wouldn’t let the events of last night happen again or never.

“You don’t want the answer to that, but I think someone else can tell you. Why don’t you ask him”

After he said those words another voice speaked

“Hey, coward”

Roman turned around and saw Virgil, wearing his old hoodie. He didn’t even cared about how he called him, he ran to him and grabbed his shoulders

“Virgil! Wait, what are you doing he-”

“You left us...” he interrupted him, the anxious side’s eyes glaring at him with hatred.

“I-I’m sorry, Virgil. I didn’t mean it! Deceit brought me wherever this place is!” He asnwered pointing at Deceit

“Shut up, Roman!” A new voice said, he moved to see Logan, angrier than he had ever seen him, with his arms behind his back.

“You are the only one responsible of today’s events! about what happened to Patton!”

“Patton? Where is he, what happeed? Is he hurt?!”

“He is GONE!” Virgil’s voice yelled in a deeper tone.

Roman was shocked, he thought sides couldn’t be ‘gone’ He knew that. It was impossible. No more kind compliments, no more cookies at night, no more hugs, his friend was dead.

“N-no, you are lying, YOU ALL ARE”

“He DIED, Roman! All because you were a dramatic crybaby like you always are!” Virgil punched Roman in the chest, making him fall and scratch his knees, his sword falling to the ground.

He tried to stand up but Logan kicked him again in the stomach.

“Always saying you are so brave when you are actually so fake and coward you couldn’t even just ignore Deceit and keep him from doing it!”

Selfish, moron,

coward, fake,

fragile.

Logan and Virgil kept saying those words to him while beating him up, he wanted to fight back, he wanted it so much but couldn’t. They were his friends, his family, and them saying all that hurted more than the actual pain of the punches, tears were already staining his face.

“Calm down Roman. think, think for once!” He thought trying to pay more attention to his voice than to the pain, he needed to do something, anything to get out of the situation.

Then he looked at them:

The voice of reason, the fight or flight instincts...What would they do?

“Logan used that word one time, what was it? Cognitive distortions! thoughts you made up when you hate yourself...”

He kept thinking to himself, he wasn’t going to talk because he knew that would gave an advantage to his adversary

“Try to use common sense, Roman. You are in an empty, black place where suddenly Virgil and Logan appear just to insult you and beat you up? That’s stupid!”

“These are not them” He finally said outloud.

Roman stood up, pushing them aside with a strange easiness

“These are mothing more than illusions” He grabbed his sword again and looked at them

“A dirty trick made to weaken me” He said as he slashed Virgil’s body in half, making him to dissapear into thin air

“What you said might be true for once” He ran to Logan and did the same, ending the illusion

“Maybe I am a moron, selfish and even a fake piece of garbage” He turned around at grabbed his sword, facing Deceit, his eyes now clear of tears

“But I’m still Thomas’s freaking hopes, dreams, justice and bravery”

He ran to Deceit while lifting his sword, ready to end what he had created

“I’M A GODDAMN PRINCE!”

He gave a war cry and just when Roman’s sword touched Deceit’s body everything turned blinding white and a door appeared in front of him.

He was panting, sweating, the pain from the punches and the still fresh wound came back; but he did it. He defeated his own hate.

His arms fell down again, suddenly feeling the right one broken, which was weird considering he was imaginary but at this point the not literal logic had been thrown out of the window. He grabbed his right arm and opened the door, going to a big familiar forest, the surroundings he made for the mind palace or at least where the Sides are usually, a house was visible on the distance. Home.

Meanwhile Patton had asked for a “Family Meeting” in the living room

“Alright kiddos, now that we have calmed down we need to focus again in the main problem. We need to get Roman back”

“Do you already have a plan?” Logan asked serious

“well, no... but that’s why I need you too, guys! Logan, you are realistic, with your intelligence and strategy, along with any information Virgil could be capable of tell us about Deceit we could find a way out of this”

Logan smiled slightly at the compliment, then adjusted his glasses and stood up, while Patton sat next to Virgil inthe couch.

“First of all we need to remember what we recently discovered about him”

“He is an idiot”

“He is scary” The other two sides answered to the logic, who facepalmed after that.

“That’s why I don’t like feelings” he murmured “No, I mean the important things. Let’s review what happened yesterday.

“You tackled him when you knew it was him, he fought with Roman’s sword and took his time changing into his own form, also he tried to kill Patton” Virgil rewinded the events in his head, saying the last one in anger.

“That’s what got me intrigued. He was very close to cut your throath, Patton. But the question is... Could he?

Patton looked at Virgil confused, trying to know if he was alone in his confussion. Virgil’s eyes widened as he realized what Logan meant.

“Can a side actually die? Is that the question?”

“Correct. Since we are important facets of Thomas’s personality can those traits actually dissapear completely?”

“Well, when Virgil ducked out” Patton moved his arms like if they were duck wings “Thomas was without any reflex or caution. Then I think if Roman is dead by now then he would be without imagination”

“Then we need to call Thomas!” Virgil stood up and moved his hand in the air sumoning him.

The man appeared before them, looking confused but greeting everyone

“Oh, hey guys! Why did you called me? we aren’t making a new video yet-”

“There’s not time to explain, Thomas, think of anything that needs of creativity or imagnation”

“Like a dog using roller skates to chase a car?”

Patton smiled imagining how that would work and Virgil sighed relieved knowing what that signed.

“That was one of the most absurd things I’ve ever heard but thank you for your cooperation, Thomas” He said as he made him sink down

“Oh, okay! By the way,where’s Roman?” Thomas asked but he had already got out of the mind palace.

“Well, that tells us Roman is still alive but we have been wasting the entire time just solving that. It doesn’t matter if he is alive if we can’t find him”

Virgil was getting anxious, he wanted to go to the point already but part of him was scared of a possible question.

“In order to make a well defined plan we need to ask everyhting we can. But if you are so rushed to know everything then why don’t you just tell us what you know” Logan said, unintentionally in a threatening tone.

“Logan is right, Virge. You need to tell us if you know about any place Roman could be”

Virgil remembered all the places he had been, not always voluntarily when he hadn’t met the sides. All sorts of bad memories, fear, anger and panic came to him, which made him shake.

“I-I don’t know if I can tell you, guys” He said ashamed of not being able to porvide information even in a moment like this.

“It’s alright ki-”

“Wait, Patton” Logan stopped him in the middle of the sentence “Why not? we need this information to save Roman”

“It’s just too much to handle...” He was unaware of how to respond, all of that was hard to reviveand just spit it out.

“Ugh, your stupid emotional dilemas are something we can’t deal with right now, I’m sure you have been through a lot but you need to put your dramas aside and think of the bigger situation”

Logan was annoyed but those words were enought for Virgil to grab him by the necktie and reply.

“Listen smart guy, you have no idea of what I’ve been through. I mean, what can I expect from a thing like you?”

“At least I wasn’t the one who started all of this madness to begin with!” Logan said, pushing Virgil.

“Alright, guys. L-let’s not fight right now...”

“Your naive attitude doesn’t surprise me. You try to keep the peace because you don’t even know a thing about conflicts!

Patton got shocked at Logan’s words, he looked at the floor, thinking he knew that was true. What Logan did made Virgil furious.

“Don’t talk to Patton like that!” He tried not to punch him just because of Patton, knowing that would dissapoint him.

“We said we’ll be honest then I am!”

They started to yell at each other, insulting and arguing while Patton tried to stop them.

A knock on the door made them to suddenly stop, they all turned to look at it. Who could it be? If it was Deceit or other dark side it would be really stupid from them to do that and there was no one on the mind palace at that hour.

Then a groan of pain was heard from outside.

“Who could it be?” Logan asked quietly

“Logan. we should open, whoever they are they are probably hurt” Patton said more serious this time but a glimspe of sadness was still evident in his voice.

“Are you crazy? What if it’s another trick? What if they are taking advantage of our situation right now?” He tried to make Patton reason about the consequences.

“But what if it’s not? I think we should help!” Patton looked at Logan, Logan notices that his eyes were wet, realizing his mistake, then he looked at Virgil with concern. He grabbed Roman’s sword.

“This will be incoherent coming from me but I think I owe an apology to Patton later and we should do what he says, whoever is out there could be injuried and we should help. If it makes you feel safer I’ll be ready with Roman’s sword to defend if is necessary”

“Alright, I’ll open it. Stay behind if something happens” Virgil said walking to the door with Logan and Patton behind him.

He could feel his pulse racing, the sound of his own heartbeats invading the silence of the room. He turned around to see them and Logan nodded serious, his hands trembling wrapped around the sword. Patton also was trying to hold his fear

The grabbed the doorknob and opened the door. He gasped when he looked at the figure outside.

“ROMAN?!” They exclaimed at the same time while looking at the creative side.

His always clean white suit was now stained with blood and his face was bruised as well as his whole body, his red sash was now in his arm being used as a bandage for what looked like the blood as a deep cut and his hair was completely messy.

He smiled weakly when he looked at his family, all surprised to see him in that state.

“Hey guys...”

After saying those words and being in the safety of at least the entrance of the mind palace he stopped struggling to stand in his feet and fell.

“Roman!” Patton shouted when Roman’s body fell to the floor. “Virgil, what do we do? He looks awfull!”

Virgil stood in shock for a moment, where the heck was he to end up like that? If he ended up like that what could happen to them?

He snapped out of it when he ralized Patton’s question. He looked at Logan with a terrified expression, then back at Patton again, he pulled his hair and tried to say something, anything useful

“I-I..” He stammered as his voice sounded deeper.

He was panicking, Patton noticed but he needed to focus on Roman too, both were worried ad didn’t knew what to do until Logan’s voice broke the silence

“Virgil, grab Roman and take him to his room, I’ll help you. Patton, go for the first aid kit and then go there”

Virgil straightened up his back and nodded, Patton went running and they both followed the logic side’s orders.

Virgil grabbed Roman from his legs and Logan by the arms, carrying his unconscious body to his empty room. When they entered the room they saw the curtains ragged, the bed cut, the entire room was a mess.

“Sweet Sherlock”

“Something did happened last night”

Logan looked at the room in shock, the cut in the bed looked like one made by his sword. He put the pieces together and knew that Deceit had been there, he tried to fight but the dark side’s manipulation was too strong and influent, specially in Roman. Knowing how it feels, being told things you think are true but don’t want to hear made him feel sorry for him, emphaty wasn’t a ‘feeling’ he liked to experiment.

“Roman is... probably weak. It seems he has been severly injuried, we should let him rest” He said, trying to act calmed, panicking about Roman is the last thing they needed.

“I’ll go get Patton, stay and tell us if Roman wakes up” Logan asked Virgil. Before he left he stopped, loking in concern at the fanciful side.

“I’m sorry, Virgil. I know this isn’t your fault and I got carried away I just... I worry that you are not strong enough to stand to a thing like Deceit’s manipulation and lies, your emotions could get in the way and I’m... scared, of any of you getting hurt by feelings”

Virgil’s eyes widened at the logic side’s confession, he was just trying to help, he was also dessperate, just as he was a few days ago.

“I forgive you. I know the feeling, pal.”

“And one more thing” Lgan paused for a moment “Don’t tell Patton what I said, having him know all this may be a pain in the back”

Virgil laughed while sitting in Roman’s desk table

“Alright, I promise”

“Thank you” He said to then get out of the room.

FINALLY!

Alright, I’m really, REALLY sorry for the eternal, an I really mean ETERNAL time I took finally finishing this but I’ve been having some important proyects in school, my school’s play is soon and I’ve had a LOT to read. I promise I’ll try my best for it to not happen again.

I would have posted something about it but I didn’t do it because of personal reasons.

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My Reaction to “Gotham” S4E21

Screw that ending. In its entirety.

AN: I managed to record my reactions to this episode and hopefully I can transcribe what I said into this post (even though about 20% of this post is horrified screaming)

“Dig me up!” *starts singing “Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go” by Wham!*

DIG ME UP/ BEFORE YOU GO-GO/DON’T LEAVE ME LAYING THERE LIKE A HOBO

Pretty much the latter half of Gotham 4B is dedicated to dragging the ever loving crap out of Jerome

*cups hands around mouth* JIM AIN’T DEAD!

Lucius!

“Last time we [the other officers] followed you [Harvey], the Pyg slaughtered us.” I haven’t reached Professor Pyg yet in my reactions but C’MON!

Thank you, Harper!

“...he’s outside and he’s not alone.” Oooooohhhhh...

THAT OUTFIT THOUGH!

“JEREMIAH! JEREMIAH!” Dude even has a back-up choir!

I also really like the military-style outfit that the other followers have on

This natural lighting on Bullock and the other officers looks pretty nice, I gotta say

Can we talk about this wide shot of Bullock and the other officers vs. Jeremiah and his followers? ‘Cause that is a thing of beauty.

“Don’t compare me to that short-sighted psychopath.” #DraggingJeromeValeska2k18

For some reason, Jeremiah sounds like a mix between Hannibal Lector [Anthony Hopkins] and Andrew Scott’s Jim Moriarty (except if he were American)

*Jeremiah pulls out another dead man’s switch* Oh crap...

*The clock tower goes down* OHHHHHH!

Here’s my question: where did Jeremiah get his outfits?

“Looks aren’t everything,” my ass...

What the crap did they [Penguin and Butch] do to Jongleur?

“If it isn't little Penguin. Oh, and Butch's corpse.“ Pfftt....

“The man responsible for the recent fireworks is Jeremiah Valeska. Twin brother of our old associate.“ HOW DO YOU [Oswald] KNOW?!?

“[Tabitha] Don’t look at me [Barbara] like that.” Pfftt...

Bruce!

“I'm [Harvey] so sick of that freaking family [the Valeskas]...“ HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

“[Bruce] Be with Alfred. Be safe. It's what Jim would want.“ Yes, please!

“Alfred, where have you been?” “No, not Alfred.” Shit.

When did Jeremiah take the time to dye his hair in between this episode and the last one?

Ecco probably did it. We know she did.

“But I meant what I [Jeremiah] said. You're my best friend, and today I'm gonna prove it to you [Bruce].“ Screw this noise!

Wait, you can turn off the dead man’s switch?

“Tell the police and I'll know. Just like I [Jeremiah] know that's where you [Bruce] are right now.“ Wait, how does he know? Is there a spy inside the precinct?

HERCULES MULLIGAN

*cups hands around mouth* I TOLD Y’ALL HE [Jim] AIN’T DEAD!

Lee!

*Jim rips out the IV in his arm* Why do people keep doing that in Hollywood stuff? Seriously.

That is the most graceful collapse back onto the bed that I’ve ever seen, Jim.

“I'm [Selina] gonna be here whenever you [Bruce] need me.” Aaaawww....

“He [Jeremiah] wants something out of me [Bruce].” “Like what, to be your best friend?“ Actually, yes... for some reason...

I don’t like thisss... not one bittt....

*Bruce is shown footage of Alfred getting beat up* AAAAAAHHHHH!!!

“If this is what you [Lee] want, I will do it. For you.” Oh my gosh, Ed is so unbelievably stupid!

“Do it for us.” They better not, they better not-

*Lee and Ed kiss* Eeuughh!

Whoa...

Is that blood... on the mirror above the captain’s office?

Please tell me it’s silly string.

AN: It’s spray paint.

“The bombs are connected by a nervous system. The core relay is the brain. We find that, we destroy that-” “We can stop the bombs from going off.” Where’s the core relay?

That transition overhead shot of Gotham is so obviously New York City.

OOOHHHH THAT’S A NICE SHOT....

“I envy you.” You do not. Shut the hell up.

“Call our friend. Tell him to kill the butler. He's no longer necessary.“ You better not!

“And is that my dear Jongleur with my core relay in his hand and a grenade taped to his mouth?” Hooooooo....

Oh my gosh, that hat take-off though!

This is gonna go south real fast.

Look at Jeremiah sitting in the chair all proper and dandy!

“I see. I play the villain, you get away scot-free and rich. I get you the money, you give me back my core relay.“ Oh my god, Oswald, you dead.

*Jeremiah rolls his eyes whenever Barbara speaks* HAHAHAHA!

“I'm nothing if not sane. And reasonable. Two things my brother never valued. Which is why I'll be successful where he failed. Well, that and being vastly more intelligent.“ *hisses in panic*

#DraggingJeromeValeska2k18

“We're not just gonna hand this thing over and let him destroy Gotham, are we?” “Of course not. Once we get the money, we kill Jeremiah and his people, give the core relay to the police, split the $50 million, and are hailed as the heroes of Gotham!” WHY WOULD YOU SAY THIS OUT LOUD?!? WHY?!?

EVERYONE IN THIS ROOM IS DEAD

*Jeremiah pulls out a bazooka* OOHHHHH

“Are you [Jeremiah] OUT OF YOUR MIND?!?” Yes.

“What's insane about having a backup plan? Something Jongleur never knew about.“ True!

Oh my gosh, Jeremiah running up the stairs! Speedy Gonzalez!

“I imagine you're wondering, why is Jeremiah doing this?“ I bet you’re wondering I brought you here today...

“My brother once said, "All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy.“ Oh my God...

*screams when Alfred is shown being tortured*

Oh my God...

Craaaaap!

*gasps when Alfred gets doused in laughing gas*

*weakly* Noo....

“I'm only helping you because I'm with Lee now.” “Fine. Whatever.” Hahaha!

“Ed, Jeremiah Valeska is threatening to destroy half the city. You really think I care if you've deluded yourself into thinking you and Lee are a couple?“ YES! THANK YOU! THANK YOU JIM! YESSSS!!

“She's with me in every way.” Punch him. Now.

“And you, Jim, are ten times the killer that I ever was.” Ed, shut the heck up.

*slaps desk with every other word* Can we please get back to the discussion at hand please thank you!

Is that Gotham?

“Jeremiah lived his entire life in a maze. Now he's trying to remake the city into the place he feels most safe.“ Man...

“It’s [the solution to the maze] actually rather elegant.” Shoot, Jeremiah’s more like the Riddler than the actual Riddler in this show!

Punch him [Ed]. Now!

*Jim knocks out Ed with one punch* YESSSSSS! THANK YOU!

*claps with each word* Jim Gordon, MVP.

“Get the core relay, he [Oswald] says! Have the upper hand, he says!“ Heehee!

“That means we can disrupt them by disarming the first bomb in the sequence. It's like removing one light from a string of Christmas lights.“ So where’s the first one?

*Jim and Harvey reunite with a hug* YAY!

You’d think Jeremiah would keep his plans more well hidden...

*Scarecrow sneaks up behind Selina* OOOOOOHHHHHHH

IS THAT A SCYTHE?!?!?

Scarecrow’s literally just standing there, literally not moving, just holding his scythe. It’s for the aesthetic.

*Scarecrow swings his scythe at Selina* WHOA!

Bruce! Get out of there!

AAAAAAHHHHHH I’M NOT LIKING THIS EPISODE AT ALL!

Fear toxin! It’s fear toxin! Bruce, you’re hallucinating this!

*screams when Fake Alfred gives himself a Glasgow smile*

I’m not likin’ this episode!

*gasps when Fake Alfred goes after Bruce*

I’m actually shaking...

No, no, Bruce, this is fake!

*Selina finds a hostage in a closet* That has to be the real Alfred!

Who’s Bruce fighting then?

*screams when Fake Alfred gets shot and falls over the balcony*

“Alfred...” Hug. Please. Hug.

[The generator bomb] Looks like a building...

Why and how did Jeremiah dye his hair? I like it though.

Vertigo shot....

“This is a message to the followers of Jeremiah Valeska. Jeremiah claims to have killed me [Jim]. Well, bad news, I'm alive.“ Haha!

“So, just know you're worshipping a fraud. A pale imitation of Jerome.“ Whoooo...

Go Jim!

You [Harvey] better not be doing “Eeny Meeny Miny Moe” on a bomb...

Aaaand he did.

*jumps when Jeremiah silences the cultists*

[Jeremiah smiles] *softly* Oh my God that’s awesome... oh my God...

*Jeremiah purges the cultists* OOOHHHHHH

Here’s my question: where’s Ecco?

“Perhaps the outcome was not what we had hoped, - but it was worth the risk.“ Oswald, shut up. Let everybody enjoy their booze.

*Butch decides not to join Oswald* Thank you!

Is that an old church?

“Think think think think think think...” Haha!

“Who are you? What do you want?” “I [Ra’s]had a vision. Of Gotham in flames.” *gasps*

OOHHHH MY GODDD.... OH my God, I was right!

I freaking called it [Jeremiah and Ra’s meeting]! I freaking called it! Jeremiah and Ra’s are gonna cause No Man’s Land...

“Because, my boy-” Mah boy... not a good sign! Not a good thing!

“-this is about Bruce Wayne.” Of course it is! It’s always about Bruce!

Drink all the booze!

It’d be cool if we see Bludhaven next season.

Oh I like that lighting... it’s so good! Jim in yellow and Lee in blue...

“But whatever happens after I walk out that door, I care about you. And I always will.“ Aawww...

Oh man, this is sad. Man...

Freaking Ed... get the heck out!

Get frozen in ice again!

*The precinct applauds Harvey* Yaaayy! Yay, recognition for Harvey! This is stuff I like this show! Yaaay!

Happy ending? In a “Gotham” episode? It’s probably less likely than I think!

[Bruce and Alfred] Hug! Please! Hug!

*Alfred leaves* Dang it.

“Thank you again. I don't know what would have happened if you weren't there.” Aaawww...

Oh oh oh are they are they-

*Bruce and Selina kiss* OOOHHHHHH!!! Yes!

“Jeremiah said all it takes is one bad day to drive a person insane. I wonder if my parents dying made me [Bruce] a little insane.“ Mmmm....

*gasps when Jeremiah strolls in*

*Jeremiah shoots Selina* OOOHHHHHHHH!! NO! NOOOO!!!

*Alfred tackles Jeremiah to the ground and beats the crap out of him* YES YES YES YES THANK YOU!

NOOOO!! No, no, she’s alive!

*Credits start playing* Screw this entire show. I’m done.

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