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biting clawing screaming crying desperate for more content about the lovely terrible mother-son relationship between Janeway and Kim. it's SO unhealthy I love it
#so youre a starship captain on your first assignment#youre a little nervous but you're confident. you deserve this#there's a young man on your crew roster. he's fresh out of the academy#but you have a good feeling about him so you send him to the bridge for his first post#suddenly its all gone to shit. you're stranded 70k light years from home and a lot of your crew is dead.#to make matters worse that young man has been kidnapped#you manage to get him back#but you're still stranded. theres a lifetime of travel in between you and home.#and you see that young man#who you KNOW has never been on a deep space mission before. never been home away for so long#whose parents called you just before shit went down to say he forgot his clarinet#you see him put on a brave face. and you know you have to get him home at all costs#star trek voyager#voy#captain janeway#kathryn janeway#harry kim#toadtalks
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Yandere Levi finding out reader is pregnant by another man
a word with you!
yan. no regrets levi ackerman x fem prostitute. reader
+ CW. — harassment, coercion, delusional behavior, kidnapping, confessions of murder, threats of domestic violence/abuse, implied: slight past age-gap relationship, baby-trapping; darling’s pseudonym is galatea; not proof-read.
it was simply too good to be true, you had known it then, and you know it now. but wishful thinking and desperation will do terrible things to good people, no soul would willingly continue living in the underground should they find themselves with any better alternative. at a constant risk of disease and decay, mother nature’s evident distaste for her children dwelling beneath the surface, careless to the living that remained untouched by the sun. abandoned by its creators in favor of more ‘pressing matters,’ the people left relinquished in a forgotten city of ruins had fallen on hard times, people like yourself.
and thus, you had found yourself in quite the predicament. although nothing in your life had ever come particularly easy, and this once, just this once, you could manage all on your own. there was no shame in working in a brothel, not when the people around you were often worse off than yourself, and pride was a small price to pay for simply surviving. it was only once you had first bared witness to the frequent deaths of the other prostitutes had you ever come to the realization that the madam must have really favored you a lot— to clean you, to clothe you, to feed you, to care for you; to keep you. but the state of affairs in the underground have since changed from the time of your youth, you’ve changed. you wanted out, and you were not immune to making grave sacrifices for what you wanted.
you’ve encountered and met many clients in your time, men and women alike, and it is rare for new faces to draw your attention. but as of late, there has been one. a soldier from the surface, a military police member who seemed far too young to be venturing below the safety and security of the royal capital by himself, and far too naïve to be falling absolutely head over heels for some prostitute who only offers an hour and faux moans in return. it almost tugs at your heartstrings, almost. he isn’t as innocent as he looks, and you are reminded why terrible things happen to good people. he had held citizenship over your head since the moment he met you, through legal marriage, and one simple request: that you give him a child. after all, who was a man of his merit to invest such a scrupulous amount of time into a common whore without the reassurance she won’t leave him right away?
so you do, allowing him to touch and hold you in a way your other clients could only dream of. to whisper sweet nothings in your ear about your future together, because admittedly, you too are thinking the same thing. thinking about your future, but you find that there is nothing romantic about it. and perhaps the worst of it all, he hasn’t come back for you.
laying down on your tarnished bed of tattered sheets and thin blankets, you stare aimlessly at the darkened ceiling. without thought and without interest, it has been weeks, maybe months, and you think you’ve truly fallen ill, “dammit, i knew i shouldn't've let that prestigious prick back in here.” forever grateful and beholden to the brothel keeper, she continues to tend to your needs, even now.
“look at you. so sad, little girl.” the madam coos apathetically, but her actions say otherwise. a gentle hand checks your temperature, brushing aside any loose strands of hair with the swipe of her thumb. her frown only deepens when she just barely pushes your head back, met with complete compliance as your head tilts further into the pillow from even the slightest of movements. somehow, you’re still so tired and still so restless, “i’m sorry.”
she’s upset with you. she’s been upset with you ever since you’d been involved with that shady scumbag, but truthfully the madam is more upset with herself. and she wants to ask why you of all people are apologizing, but she doesn’t, “i’m sorry too.” there is more she yearns to say, her mouth is still open, as if to somehow keep you responsive in this one-sided conversation, but nothing comes out. and it’s too late when there are three loud and concise knocks banging on the door downstairs.
the madam is quick to pry a worried hand from your unresponsive body, storming towards the exit of the oppressive room, but not without taking a curious glance in your direction. her remorse does not last long, as she shuts the door with a shove, but is intentional in not forcing it too hard. and you are left alone. swallowing dryly, your eyes dart around the room, and you wonder just how intense that person must have been hounding at the door for both you and the madam to hear it from a story above. but that was no matter, it was already noisy in the brothel, the walls were thin because peace and quiet was no luxury anyone living there could afford; and who knows how many women you shared the small space with. and surprisingly, it benefitted you greatly to be sick, as the madam refused to work you; and you’d known girls who worked during pregnancy, it never did end well for them.
deafening commotion could be heard ringing throughout the brothel, to the point it had felt as if the walls were shaking and the building was caving in. you chalked it up to hysterical figments of your imagination, that the floorboards beneath your bed weren’t vibrating, and that the sound of a panicked woman and determined man arguing with one another weren’t getting closer, “sir! galatea isn’t well, she’s not seeing anyone right now!”
“i don’t give a shit, lady. i know name is still here, she hasn’t left this fucking whorehouse in a month.” it pains you that you recognize this voice, and it isn’t the one you want to hear.
brazenly, the door is reopened with much more ferocity and wrath than it had initially been closed with, and it startles you. despite anticipating a confrontation as the verbal fight had neared your room, it comes as a surprise when the door nearly breaks free from its hinges, revealing an all too familiar black haired man. he looks awful in the dour lighting, and he adorned a uniform that haunted your very soul. a lesser version of what the military police had dressed in, lacking the coat with their respective symbol, it was the odm gear that struck you odd. eyes averting, you had noticed madam — who was standing behind him, with a languid arm extended towards his figure as if to grab him — was somehow much worse for wear as she had a dramatic hand over her heart as she caught her breath.
you regret not locking the door, but then again, that has never stopped levi from doing what he wants. he calls to you only by your name, and your spine crawls. whipping his head around, the hand levi had placed over the hilt of one of the unsheathed blades draws it from the holder, and he wastes no time in threatening the madam. it only takes the sight of the sharpened edge looming dangerously close to her neck for you to yell at her to get out. she hesitates, and you know why, the madam has failed to protect you countless times from levi, but this will be the time it counts, and she knows it too. but the downright malicious glare levi sends her way has her halted in her steps, and she makes no effort to stop levi as he enters the room and places a deceivingly quiet palm flat on the door, all whilst maintaining eye contact with her, before he slams the door behind him.
you set your hand on the bed, forcing yourself to sit up as levi stomps his way over to you. and the closer he gets, the more uncharacteristically messy you realize his clothes are. the white shirt he so often wears is not clean, it’s rather dirty in all honesty, sullied with what appears to be sidestreet grime and dross filth. his boots are muddy, dragging in sludge and black water that hadn’t already been scraped off at the doorstep and staircase. but perhaps what was the most disturbing were the stains of blood on his gear, ranging from inconspicuous flecks to big streaks that were likely still wet. levi must’ve noticed your perturbed observation, because when he finally finds himself standing before you, he bends down and grabs your jaw in his hand, roughly squeezing your face, and leaning down until your noses are just barely touching.
“i leave you alone for a month, and you let some piece of shit from the mp’s knock you up?” it’s his eyes that are the scariest, more than his strength, and you crumble underneath his scrutinizing gaze. your retaliation is much more timid than you intend it to be, as if you were guilty and confessing your sins. sins of disloyalty to a man you aren’t even with in the first place, “you can’t expect me to want to stay here, i saw a way out, and i was going to take it.”
it doesn’t cross your mind to question how he knows all of this. you’ve simply accepted it as fact that you will never experience true privacy after meeting levi. in retrospect, it’s ludicrous that you’re even explaining yourself to him, but you are and it’s not helping your case, “and how did that work out for you?” levi spits venomously, violently shaking your head side to side in his grasp until your eyes were rattling in your skull. levi only lets go to prop his foot up onto the side of the bed.
instinctively, you lean away from his knee, which is almost parallel to your head, setting your hand on his calf in an attempt to direct his body away from yours. levi places the blade he had refused to release from his grip back into the metal box it belonged in, dropping his leg to the ground and hoisting you up by your shoulders, “groveling at the feet of those pigs, you’ve become real pathetic, haven’t you?” you want to defend yourself, to call him a hypocrite, to call him pathetic for harassing someone like you that was undeserving of his badgering.
“how did you even know he was a soldier?” deflecting the topic from yourself to your genuine concerns, you go limp in his arms as levi twirls you around the room until he’s satisfied with your placement. positioning you in front of the windows, leaning slightly on the stool as he pushed you backwards until you could feel the cold glass frame through your nightgown. levi slovenly flicks the sash lock, holding onto the lift and pushing the window up, “where do you think i got all of this from?” you didn’t need any clarification to know that levi was referring to his equipment.
your chest tightens, constricting your airway as you stop breathing altogether to attain perfect stillness. you only look at him with vacant eyes, and it becomes too much when he doesn’t elaborate any further, “what did you do, levi?” he sticks his head through the window, ducking to avoid hitting his head on the top rail, and peering down at the ‘city,’ below. it isn’t as if he needed to, there wasn’t anyone on the streets. when levi pulls himself back into the room, he slings an arm around your hips to bring you closer, “what do you think i did? the man’s dead, do i have to spell it out for you?”
the prickling sensation underneath your skin erupts in waves across your entire body. you were no stranger to the realities of what went on around you, the hushed rumors of what men and women who had the will to do what they wanted to others simply because they were capable, and not out of survival necessity, “you’re sick, what is wrong with you?”
“call it what you want, but he has nothing for you. you want to leave the underground? hmph, well don’t we all?” levi mocks contemptuously, tightening his hold when he feels you threaten to slip away in the slightest. he moves you around like a rag doll by the sides of your body, until you're in front of him. levi closes the little space that was left between you, until you’re forced to grab onto him for support, seeing that straining your wrists to secure yourself by the windowsill was becoming too painful, “we can go wherever you want, but you won’t be going anywhere without me.”
suddenly, levi veers down. his body collapsing onto yours until you’re nearly halfway out of the window, and he, looming over you, “oh my god, what is wrong with you?!” you repeat, blood rushing to your head as you try to prevent your upper half from being upside down and being taken by gravity completely. levi guides your arms around his neck, loosely as you refuse to acknowledge you’re even embracing him in the first place, but your fear of falling surpasses your personal grudges. and in one swift motion, levi thrusts the rest of your body out of the window, and he follow suits mere seconds afterward. and you scream, as loud as humanly possible.
levi’s body never leaves yours, and you’re uncertain as to whether it’s because you won’t allow it, or because he won’t allow it. either way, the detach hold you had on his neck fastened into a tight chokehold the moment you had felt yourself even remotely lean back any further. the landing is much smoother than you anticipated, levi doesn’t let you touch the ground before he does. and if you hadn’t shut your eyes, or buried your face into the crook of his neck, you may have gotten to witness the vertical maneuvering equipment in action; what used to be a dream for you, to leave with it, but you could kiss those fantasies goodbye now that they found themselves in the hands of levi. and he’s cautious, all too cautious with you.
you’re trembling like a leaf, and he thinks that if he lets go of you, you’ll fall to the ground, “don’t think you haven’t pissed me off, now. there’s a million things i ought to do to you after getting with that sorry excuse of a man.” levi rests a warning hand on your shoulder, loutishly hauling you towards him until you just about trip over your feet. he makes sure you’re aware of the desolate area that surrounds you two; and it becomes increasingly obvious that no one would come to intervene. if not by your shrieking, then never. levi tilts his head with an unimpressed frown, “you’re lucky you’re pregnant with our kid, because i won’t even be half as merciful once they’re born.”
#ackerifle#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere attack on titan#yandere aot#yandere aot x reader#yandere levi ackerman#yandere levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman x reader
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Haha imagine concept for Yandere Eric Theodore Cartman
Hahahaha… unless…
Gonna say this now, CARTMAN. IS. AN. ASSHOLE. As you can tell, I don't entirely like him all that much. But, that's supposed to be his character, so, they wrote that well.
So, I wrote him as such- Expect the trigger warnings to be long. Aged up as usual for obvious reasons, this takes place in the future. Sometime after the series but before the Covid Special if that makes sense?
Please, acknowledge the trigger warnings, this is like, by the book toxic behavior. DO. NOT. ROMANTICIZE. THIS.
Yandere! Eric Cartman Concept
Pairing: Romantic/Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Can Cartman himself be a trigger warning?, Swearing, EXTREMELY TOXIC THEMES, Manipulation, Clingy behavior, Narcissism, Threats, Gaslighting, Murder, Forced companionship, Obviously abuse, Adult Cartman, Possessive behavior, Violence, Isolation
Okay, let's get this straight.
Cartman is a narcissist, he is a horrendous person and it is even shown in the show you do not want to get involved with him.
I support none of his actions obviously, but this serves as a secondary warning to you all that this will be bad.
Even at a young age, Cartman has been self-centered and overall an ass to everyone.
The whole Heidi relationship certainly supports this.
So even now, with Cartman out of highschool like you, you'd think age would make him more mature?
Oh hell no.
Dare I say he may even be slightly worse?
To friends, family, and lovers he wants to treat people like shit, then expect attention for it.
He is that type of person.
Cartman is Manipulative, Clingy, Degrading, Deceptive, Forceful, Obsessive, Self-absorbed, and Possessive.
Not going to sugarcoat this.
He's probably more but... that's what I can lay out right now.
Cartman looks to essentially own his darling, he wants to keep you to himself.
He'd do anything to keep attention on him.
Including gaslighting you and playing victim.
The moment you start feeling bad for him, you're in too deep.
Doesn't matter if he sees you as a friend outside of his normal circle, or a romantic partner...
He feels that he should be the center of attention.
He's going to be a pain in the ass to you, all the time.
Even as an adult, he's a whiny brat.
He expects you to bend over backwards for him.
He also whines about you being near others, making him feel like he should isolate you.
Cartman is going to pull lies and excuses out of his ass to make you listen to him.
He's not guilty in the slightest.
It's not like his mother discouraged it at all when he was younger.
He's probably not above threatening you or your family for attention.
He doesn't care if you cry or scream at him.
He'l just turn it around and play victim in front of you.
Clingy as all hell.
He wants to be around you all the time, it strokes his ego you guess.
He would definitely use holding hands or hugging you in an attempt to get you to like him.
It doesn't work most of the time but he tries.
Cartman also seems like the type of yandere to break you then build you up.
He'd call you the vilest things at times, then smooth it over with sweet words.
Like a band-aid on a gushing wound.
He's the most basic you can get when it comes to a toxic friend/partner.
He only cares for himself.
Always will.
He'd also force you to do things you don't want to do.
He excuses it as getting you out of your comfort zone.
He's using you.
He acts like you can't live without him.
You can, he can't.
Without your praise, without your affection, he's just a manipulative man who still lives with his mom.
Cartman would break any law he could to have you.
Murder seems up his alley, kidnapping maybe too, threats are obvious...
He's destructive to you.
A poison that rots your mind into doing what he wants.
Cartman doesn't care if he has to kill your friends.
He may even break your electronics.
He'll threaten you to not tell your family anything.
All because he claims he cares about you.
This is not care.
This is him abusing his power over you.
It's best to cut him off now...
Before it gets even worse.
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On 9th April 1747 Simon Fraser, Lord Lovat, the leading Scottish Jacobite rebel was beheaded on Tower Green.
A longer post than normal from me as in my opinion Simon Fraser was one of the most interesting characters in Jacobite history. A man of contrary, he was known to be very kind to the lesser clansmen taking a paternal interest in their affairs. A quote regarding him says that….“Generally he had a bag of farthings for when he walked abroad the contents of which he distributed among any beggars whom he met. He would stop a man on the road; inquire how many children he had; offer him sound advice; and promise to redress his grievances if he had any”
In his own estimate, he took care his clansmen were ‘always well-clothed and well-armed, after the Highland fashion, and not to suffer them to wear low-country clothes’ Lovat was also a brute of a man forcing a young woman into marriage and raping her in an attempt to legitimise the union. Lovat has become more well know lately thanks to Outlander, where in their world he is grandfather to the main protagonist Jamie Fraser and played brilliantly by the fine Scottish actor Clive Russell. Back in the real world he has been in the news in the recent past, I shall cover that at the end of this post.
Born in 1667 into the ancient clan who fought with distinction in the Wars of Independence – Sir Simon Fraser was one of the co-victors of the Battle of Roslin and his sons were close friends of Robert the Bruce, Alexander marrying Bruce’s sister Mary – Simon was the second son of Thomas Fraser of Beaufort who was closely related to Lord Hugh Fraser of Lovat, chief of clan Fraser.
Simon became his father’s heir when his elder brother was killed fighting alongside Bonnie Dundee against the forces of King William III at the Battle of Killiecrankie in 1689. He was still nowhere near being clan chief, however, and took himself off to Aberdeen University from which he graduated in 1695. Lord Hugh Fraser, the 9th Lord Lovat, was a weak man who unexpectedly signed over the clan leadership to Simon’s father in 1696.
Lord John Murray, Earl of Tullibardine and the most powerful man in Scotland, disputed the succession and fell out spectacularly with Simon in Edinburgh. The young Fraser hothead duly went north to Castle Dounie to try and persuade Hugh’s widow Amelia to give him the hand of her daughter, also Amelia, in a dynastic marriage that would seal his succession. Tullibardine was having none of it and moved his niece to the Murray stronghold, Blair Castle, where he planned to marry her off to Alexander Fraser, heir to the Lordship of Saltoun.
Simon retaliated by kidnapping Alexander and frightening him away, and to make matters worse in October, 1697, he went back to Castle Dounie and forced the widow Amelia into a sham wedding, raping her to consummate the “marriage”.
Tullibardine ensured Simon and his father were declared outlaws and when old Thomas died in 1699, Simon was unable to legally claim his title as 11th Lord Lovat which later passed to one Alexander Mackenzie who had legally married the younger Amelia.
Simon Fraser somehow managed to persuade King William that he was no threat, despite having his own personal army, and he was pardoned in 1700, only to be declared an outlaw again the following year over the forced marriage and rape.
Simon went off to the court of the Stuarts in France where he devised the plans that were eventually used in the 1715 and 1745 uprisings. Long before the former, however, Simon was double dealing, giving Queen Anne information about the plans of James, the Old Pretender. He was found out and King Louis XIV clapped him in jail for three years.
Even after he was released he was prevented from travelling to Scotland and thus missed the Act of Union which he opposed.
Still desperate to get his Lovat title and the chieftainship of his clan back, Simon sided with the forces of the new King, George I, during the ’15, and was given back his title as a reward, with Alexander Mackenzie imprisoned for being a Jacobite. The two men would fight in the courts for the next 15 years as to who was entitled to the income of the estate. Simon eventually won and spent his time building up the Fraser estates and wealth, even taking command of one of the Independent Companies of Highland soldiers established by the Hanoverian regime – the Fraser Highlanders.
As I said early Fraser was a man of contrary and to me was very like “Bobbing John” The Earl of Mar another Jacobite who a tendency to shift back and forth from faction to faction, no sooner had Fraser built up this “Hanoverian” army that he started openly campaigning for the restoration of the Stuarts. The Government responded by cancelling his military role.
When Bonnie Prince Charles landed in Scotland he was still playing games.
He allowed his sons to fight for the Stuarts, but stayed at home himself “loudly lamenting the wilful disobedience of children,” as Sarah Fraser has put it. Lovat did meet Charles, however, and expressed his anger at the lack of “siller” which he knew would be necessary for a successful campaign. They met again after Culloden, at which Clan Fraser fought bravely and suffered many casualties, and Lovat advised the prince to get away and re-form his forces. Charles fled through the heather, as we know, and made it to France while anyone associated with the Bonnie Prince was hunted down. The Duke of Cumberland’s troops were not taking any more games from Fraser and burned Castle Dounie.
Lovat managed to make it to Loch Morar but was captured there while hiding in a hollow tree. Although approaching his 80th birthday, The Fox was taken south to London.
He pled not guilty but his trial was a formality and he must have know his fate would be the same as previous nobles, the Earls of Kilmarnock, Balmerino and Derwentwater who were executed for treason the previous year.
At his trial, ever the Fox he insisted strongly upon his affection for the reigning family. Such were the characteristics of Simon Fraser, but of course he was found guilty the sentence, hanging, drawing and quartering was commuted later to a mere beheading by the King.
In a way, Lovat had the last laugh. Newspapers and pamphlets of the time recorded that as he was led out to the scaffold on Thursday, April 9, 1947, a wooden stand that had been erected near the Tower to seat crowds eager to see the execution collapsed sending hundreds plunging down. At least nine people died and dozens were injured, which amused Lovat – the phrase ‘laughing your head off’ is said to date from that event.
According to a woodcut print made on that fateful day, Lovat “with some composure laid his head on the block which the executioner took off with a single blow.”
As I mentioned at the top Lovat has been in the news quite recently. Simon had requested burial at the family mausoleum at Wardlaw near Inverness and the government initially agreed but changed its mind thinking his body could become a rallying point for further trouble. He was therefore buried in the floor of the chapel within the Tower of London, St. Peter ad Vincula. The chapel was refurbished in the 19th century and the floor was relaid. One of the coffins uncovered during the works had the nameplate of ‘Lord Lovat’. The names of those found are now recorded on a plaque on the wall of the chapel.
Fraser folklore, and written in several books says that his body was spirited away from London, the stories even go so far as to name the boat ‘The Pledger’ that sailed north to The Beauly Firth, where he was taken to the family mausoleum, there is even a plaque in the crypt that reads “In this coffin are laid the remains of Simon Lord Fraser of Lovat who, after twenty years in His own Land and abroad with the greatest distinction and renown, at the risk of his own life, restored and preserved his race, clan and household from the tyranny of the Athol and the treacherous plotting of the Mackenzies of Tarbat. To preserve an ancient house is not the greatest credit. Nor is there any honour for the enemy who despoiled it. Although that enemy was strong in his plotting and unrelenting warfare, yet Simon who was also skillful and cunning defeated him in war.“
In 2018 the headless skeleton inside the coffin was exhumed to be examined by experts from the University of Dundee in January this year they announced that the bones in the coffin did not belong to Simon Fraser, but to a young woman. So it looks like his body did end up rotting in The Tower’s Chapel, although the Frasers will still tell you otherwise.
Scottish actor Clive Russell played The Old Fox in the television adaptation off Outlander.
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Yandere x reader
I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!
WARNINGS: Yandere themes, manipulation, marriage, parenthood, kidnapping, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, imprisonment
Ruggie/Jamil/Sebek-Running errands to demonstrate your admiration for them
He is, most of all, thankful
His schedule is already busy enough with his employer
So knowing that someone care and even admires him is something great for him
At the same time be can't shake the feeling of weariness off
You are doing this so that you have something in your hand against him, right?
Be isn't a part of the Octavinelle dorm but he also knows how ruthless the world of favours can be
But if we look away from his distrust there is also a lot of worry
What if you get hurt during the errands?
He is a beastmen which allows him to have advantages in the physical department (although they can't be seen that much)
Not to mention that he is already used to this kind of hard work
Look at your hands!
They are all soft whilst his have callouses!
Cutting yourself whilst carrying something is so much easier in your case
So, even though he is happy for the fire minute break his mind is still filled with worry
But this also has some... rather extreme side effects
Our friend over here is already whipped enough for you but now?
He sees this subconsciously as a sign that you are happy to share the workload between you two
So a future with you is already a given
Ruggie is a very realistic person
He knows that you two as still very young but he can't push the feeling of wanting a family with you away after this
Even if you can't produce them he would want them and the slums always have enough kids searching for a loving family
So please don't be so heartless and deny a child a possibly bright future
But, like I already said, he is realistic
Children need a good home and as it is at the moment he couldn't provide for a hamster, being busy bringing his family through the year
But maybe he can. Show you his vision of your joined future?
So he invites you over, showing you that even if he is poor he always does his best
So just say yes. You wouldn't want to disappoint those hopeful eyes after all
This man is happy about every single helping hand that he can get
But this also flusters him quite a lot
He was born a servant, being called to the role even before being able to voice his thoughts about this
So you should be able to understand that he reacts like that after someone finally listens to him and sees all of his hard work
But this is also the only time you will be able to see him like that
I would also call this the beginning of his... interests (can I call it that?) in you
Prepare to be met with a smile that looks like more than just that after the second time you do this
He is aware of your impact on him but he can't speak freely
Not yet at least
So after everything was finally said that needed to be said things might turn better in his life but worse in yours
You know, this servant isn't just having a signature spell that is very convenient when it comes to making people what he wants them to do but he is also a master manipulator
Most of the time he also just uses words to make you do certain things
This leads to you not running errands anymore but being oddly close to him
There are certain... topics though that need a bit more than just buttering you up
The Viper bloodline had been servants for generations and he needs to have a partner
Not really blood-related children but definitely a partner
People would raise eyebrows if a man like himself wouldn't have one, servant or not
One of the burdens his bloodline has laid upon him
So this is one of the cases where he is using his signature spell to make you say “yes”
Only if you deny at the first time of course
That little thing you did escalates now
Be is just so happy that he isn't a mere tool for the first time in his life!
Not just a servant in fancy clothing
Even if you don't take up a career in the palace you will live a lavish lifestyle
You can't tell me that doesn't get paid with high numbers
He knows that this life isn't the most comfortable one, especially with all the eyes on the two of you, but he will try to make the best of it
So don't worry. Just give your very soul to him and everything will be allright
Do you truly wish to do this to the poor young half-fae?
He is someone that would never dare to see himself in a position above serving you
The thought alone makes him shudder
Sebek was raised to be a protector, a servant to the worthy
And now you are... seRvInG HIM?!
If you ask me, no that is not serving someone buyer all know the young man and his antics
First time he is too stunned out of surprise
The second time he is still stunned but able to stutter out a “thank you”
Third time he is barely able to look you into the eyes
And finally the fourth time he tells you that you shouldn't do this
Even though you are “just” a human Sebek can't bear the thought that me could be a reason for more stress in your life
But don't think too highly of yourself
He would never leave Malleus
But you know what he would do?
Have a happy, perfectly normal relationship with you?
Uh no
Normal is a far cry for what is about to happen
At least his plan A is to talk to you about marriage, living in the valley and being his
I know, it's a bit young to discuss such stuff but at least he tries to walk the path of the pacifist... at first
Say no and... oh dear... you look tired. Do up you wish to rest?
Don't worry about the fact that you woke up in a room you have never seen before
His salary of being his highnesses guard is 100% higher than that of a average fae
Maybe things would have been better if you just said yes
Sebek doesn't even do this to “keep you all to himself”
Remember when I told you that he would never leave Malleus?
Yeah... his biggest concern is rather someone using you as a weakness of his
A attackable knight is a weak knight, if not a useless one
So cozy up! You won't leave this place for a long time
#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#yandere twst x reader#self aware au#yandere jamil x reader#yandere jamil viper#yandere ruggie bucchi#yandere ruggie x reader#yandere sebek x reader#yandere sebek zigvolt#tw: yandere#tw: obsessive behavior#tw: possessive behavior#tw: unhealthy relationship#tw: manipulation#tw: marriage#tw: kidnapping#tw: imprisonment
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basically though what i was saying is bakugou’s pretty much got a really fucked up case of golden boy/gifted kid syndrome. because he was lucky enough to be born with a really flashy and powerful quirk and so everything’s always come easy to him (he’s also just regular school smart which isn’t specifically relevant to the task at hand but it’s worth pointing out. he’s kind of good at everything). so from a pretty young age he 1) got really used to being praised for everything 2) got really used to being on top and 3) all of this started to lose its meaning — everything he did was impressive even when he didn’t even try, so the only opinion of him that mattered was his own.
he gets to UA, and suddenly not only is he had an elite school where everyone’s talented (instead of just his local middle school where it’s a healthy mix of pretty mid-range to useless quirks), but also this kid who used to always follow him around because of how cool he was, a quirkless kid who bakugou’s gotten REAL USED to being on top of, not only HAS a quirk, but it’s fucking CRAZY. sure he breaks every bone every time he uses it but it’s NUTS powerful and it’s out of fucking nowhere. this begins to drive bakugou insane. he’s not special anymore, and the one person he was really counting on to not be special is actually catching up to him.
he’s still top of his class, but like. that doesn’t even matter. that’s easy. that’s never been what matters. what MATTERS is bakugou’s OWN standards, which are wildly high and impossible. no one else matters. he has to be better and better and better because no logical measure of greatness has any meaning to it anymore. he loses his MIND over his win at the tournament because he didn’t win how he wanted to. it’s not about WINNING! it’s about being stronger than he was the day before, stronger than EVERYONE ELSE.
i’ll be fr i don’t actually remember when he learns that deku inherited all might’s quirk but i mean man. all might is the ONE PERSON who’s opinion still means something to you, your HERO your IDOL and he chose that stupid shrimp as his HEIR? instead of YOU? that’s a kick in the face for your stupid asshole ego.
THEN HE GETS FUCKING KIDNAPPED. that’s so embarrassing. he gets kidnapped and he has to be rescued and his ego is so fucking huge and deku knows this fact so well that he knows the only person who can actually reach their hand out to bakugou and have it seen as something other than an insult is kirishima, which we’ll get to but wow. and then in this battle, this fight which logically would’ve happened at some point, but if your 16 and you were stupid enough to be kidnapped and you almost cried when someone came to your rescue, this is YOUR FAULT— all might dies. like he’s still living, technically, but the legendary hero who gives the entire world and YOU any hope, loses what remains of his power. and that was your fault, because you were too stupid and weak to not be kidnapped by people much older than you.
^ THIS IS A KICK IN THE FACE!!! he’s been thinking this whole time that he has to be better, not really for any particular reason beyond he likes being the best and he sort of sucks, but now on top of this he like. genuinely feels to blame for what happened to all might. because he wasn’t strong enough his hero died, and he had to be saved by a group of his classmates that he is mostly ambivalent towards/looks down upon, one of them he gen srs hates and one of them well he actually likes that guy but that’s not the point rn. point is he’s been humbled in a way that saddles him with guilt and makes him worse. more incoming
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Cozy Sci-Fi Picks
A Psalm for the Wild-Built by Becky Chambers
Centuries before, robots of Panga gained self-awareness, laid down their tools, wandered, en masse into the wilderness, never to be seen again. They faded into myth and urban legend.
Now the life of the tea monk who tells this story is upended by the arrival of a robot, there to honor the old promise of checking in. The robot cannot go back until the question of "what do people need?" is answered. But the answer to that question depends on who you ask, and how. They will need to ask it a lot. Chambers' series asks: in a world where people have what they want, does having more matter?
This is the first volume of the "Monk and Robot" series.
The Humans by Matt Haig
When an extraterrestrial visitor arrives on Earth, his first impressions of the human species are less than positive. Taking the form of Professor Andrew Martin, a leading mathematician at Cambridge University, the visitor wants to complete his task and return home to his planet and a utopian society of immortality and infinite knowledge.
He is disgusted by the way humans look, what they eat, and the wars they witness on the news, and is totally baffled by concepts such as love and family. But as time goes on, he starts to realize there may be more to this weird species than he has been led to believe. He drinks wine, reads Emily Dickinson, listens to Talking Heads, and begins to bond with the family he lives with, in disguise. In picking up the pieces of the professor's shattered personal life, the narrator sees hope and redemption in the humans' imperfections and begins to question the very mission that brought him there - a mission that involves not only thwarting human progress... but murder.
Chilling Effect by Valerie Valdes
Captain Eva Innocente and the crew of La Sirena Negra cruise the galaxy delivering small cargo for even smaller profits. When her sister Mari is kidnapped by The Fridge, a shadowy syndicate that holds people hostage in cryostasis, Eva must undergo a series of unpleasant, dangerous missions to pay the ransom.
But Eva may lose her mind before she can raise the money. The ship’s hold is full of psychic cats, an amorous fish-faced emperor wants her dead after she rejects his advances, and her sweet engineer is giving her a pesky case of feelings. The worse things get, the more she lies, raising suspicions and testing her loyalty to her found family.
To free her sister, Eva will risk everything: her crew, her ship, and the life she’s built on the ashes of her past misdeeds. But when the dominoes start to fall and she finds the real threat is greater than she imagined, she must decide whether to play it cool or burn it all down.
This is the first volume of the "Chilling Effect" series.
The Tatami Galaxy by Tomihiko Morimi
Our protagonist, an unnamed junior at a prestigious university in Kyoto, is on the verge of dropping out. After rebelling against the dictatorial jock president of the film club, he and his worst and only friend, the diabolical creep Ozu, are personas non grata on campus. For two years, our protagonist has made all the wrong decisions, and now he's about to make another mistake. He and Ozu are preparing for revenge - a fireworks attack at the film club's welcoming party for new members. Then, a chance encounter with a self-proclaimed god sets the confused and distraught young man on a new course. Destiny will bring him together with Akashi, the blunt but charming sophomore he has a crush on - if he's brave enough to make a move.
Yet our protagonist cannot get beyond his profound disillusionment and the moment is lost. But what if there's a universe where he did join the club of his dreams, ditched Ozu for good, and was confident enough to get the girl? A realm of possibility opens up for our protagonist as time rewinds, and from the four-and-a-half-mat tatami floor of his dorm room, he is plunged into a series of adventures that will take him to four parallel universes. In each universe, he is given the opportunity to start over as a freshman, in search of a rose-colored campus life.
This is the first volume of the "Tatami Galaxy" series.
#cozy reads#cozy fantasy#science fiction#reading recommendations#reading recs#book recommendations#book recs#library books#tbr#tbr pile#to read#booklr#book tumblr#book blog#library blog#readers advisory
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When Fear Becomes Strength
Fandom(s): Vincenzo Series
Pairing(s): Jang Han-seo x BestFriend!Reader
Summary: All the signs were there in the past, only you were too young to understand what was happening. Years later, you’ve become a witness to Jun-woo’s vicious behavior towards Han-seo. Now Han-seo fears what will happen next. This time he turns his fear into strength.
Disclaimer: I do not own any character mentioned in this work. Every character and scene belongs to the writers, producers, and directors of Vincenzo. I am simply borrowing dialogue and characters to create this work of fiction.
A/N: Y/N-Your Name. This idea came to me at 3am (09/28/2022). Instead of sleeping, I had to write it. I think I wrote Jun-woo a lot worse than he actually is. I mean, Jun-woo is a horrible enough person as is. Cha-youhg doesn't get kidnapped. Han-seo lives, because I said so and that man deserved so much better than what he got in the show. Just saying. Anyhoo, I hope y’all enjoy this. Bold Italics is a memory. ✨✨✨✨-Signifies a time lapse.
Warning(s): Mentions of abuse. C-PTSD. description of violence/abuse. Netflix subtitle translation used. out of character moments? a few cuss words. abrupt ending? (I had no idea how to end this, I’m sorry.)
Word Count: 8,368
It felt like time had stopped. You weren't sure how to react to the scene before you. Jun-woo held Han-seo tightly by his tie. Anger clear on his face. His fist was raised, but stopped when he noticed you standing in the archway to the living room. He let go of his tie and began to straighten it up. "You should always remember to look your best." Jun-woo said in a sweet tone, trying to make it seem like he was helping and not hurting. You were stunned by the sudden change in his attitude. He gave Han-seo a hug whispering to him "we'll finish this later". Once he let go, he smiled at you and left the house, slamming the door on his way out.
Han-seo leaned against the wall, sliding down. He pulled he knees close to his chest and rested his forehead on them. You slowly walked towards him, kneeling in front of him when you were close enough. "Han-seo?" You whispered. "You were never supposed to see that side of him." His tone was filled with anguish. He looked up from his knees to meet your gaze. Your heart breaking when you saw the bruise forming on his right eye. The red mark in the corner of his lip. The hand print across his left cheek. What hurt the most was seeing the fear and pain within his eyes. Tears steadily streaming down his cheeks. "He's going to hurt you. He always hurts the people who find out about his violent side. That's why I can't keep friends. He... I c-can't lose you." Han-seo had a hard time speaking over the lump forming in his throat. The mere thought of Jun-woo hurting you terrified him and broke his heart.
He leaned forward, kneeling on his knees, and pulled you into his embrace. Sobs began to rack his body. You tightly wrapped your arms around him. At this point tears began to stream down your cheeks as well. Seeing him so hurt and scared broke you. You began to gently rub his back. After several minutes his body had stopped shaking. His sobs becoming softer.
"Please." Han-seo whispered. You pulled away from him to look at his face. "Please, what?" You asked with a puzzled expression. "Please, don't leave me." Han-seo said, his voice cracking. "I won't. I pinky promise." You held your right pinky out to him, he gently wrapped his left pinky around yours. He gave you a small smile when you pressed your thumb to his and kissed the tip of both of your thumbs. "I take pinky promises very seriously. No matter what Jun-woo attempts, I won't leave you." You reassured him when you pulled your pinky away. He leaned his back against the wall stretching his legs out and sighed heavily. You moved to do the same right beside him.
"How long has he been doing this to you?" You asked quietly. Han-seo sighed heavily before answering "since I moved into the Jang household as a child." You glanced at Han-seo, you could tell this topic pained him. "I'm sorry for you. Being hurt by someone that is supposed to love you and protect you is a terrible pain a person has to live with." You told him gently. He stayed silent staring off into the room. "I'm also sorry that I hadn't noticed sooner. I've been your best friend since we were children. Yet, I've missed all the signs that you were being abused and mistreated." Your voice became even softer as you spoke and sounded so much sadder than you had intended. "Please, don't feel guilty for that." Han-seo reached into your lap and took your right hand into his left hand. "You were a child! How could anyone hurt you?! It’s so wrong!" Your voice rose in anger as you spoke. You felt his grip tighten on your hand. You looked up to see that Han-seo had raised his right arm to cover his face and moved his legs closer to his torso again. For a moment you were puzzled. Then it hit you like a freight train derailing and crashing. Your tone and voice rising had triggered Han-seo. "Han-seo. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to..." You lowered your voice and spoke more gently.
You weren't sure if he heard you at all because he had stayed in that position for a few more seconds. Eyes shut so tightly, arm still raised to protect his face. Legs close to him to protect his abdomen. You took note of how heavily he was breathing at the moment. I swear I'm going to kill Jun-woo myself for this. You thought to yourself. You felt his grip begin to loosen on your hand. He slowly began to lower his arm and stretch his legs out again. He hated that hearing the anger in your voice had triggered him the way it did. A part of him knew you weren't angry with him. The other part felt threatened and vulnerable and told him he needed to protect himself. "I'm okay." He whispered keeping his gaze cast towards his lap. You turned your hand over in his, where you could interlock your fingers with his. "I'm sorry. I truly didn't mean to trigger you. I was angry that anyone has the audacity to lay a hand on you." You told him. "That happens sometimes." He told you. Silence had fallen between the two of you. Both of you sat like this for hours before moving to his bed to sleep.
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Your body cramped when you woke up the next morning. Sitting on the floor, not moving, for hours wasn't the best idea before laying in a bed. You had decided to stay with him last night. You weren’t willing to leave him alone. You were currently lying on your back. Han-seo snoring away on you. While you had slept he curled into your left side, his right leg lazily draped over your pelvis. You glanced down at his sleeping form. How is that comfortable? You silently wondered when you saw he had his left arm folded in between you and his chest. His other arm slung over your abdomen. His head laying on your chest, more towards your shoulder. He looked so peaceful in this moment. You gently moved his hair to check his eye. You sighed heavily when you noticed the swelling got worse over night and the bruising darker. You gently began to run your fingers through his hair. Han-seo sighed softly before his voice filled the room. “Morning.” You laughed a little at his muffled groggy voice. Even though his eyes were still closed at the moment you still decided to smile at him. Your heart melting at the way he was smiling with his cheek pressed into you.
Both of your bodies jerked when you heard the front door slam open. He quickly sat up in bed. "He can't know you’re here." He said in a panicked tone. He rushed to hand you all of your belongings before ushering you into his closet. "Just, stay quiet. Okay? This is for your protection." Han-seo pleaded with you as he handed you your phone. Your only response was a small nod before he quickly, but gently shut the closet door, leaving you in the dark. He was thankful that his room was farthest from the front door, almost clear across the house. He quickly jumped back into to bed and covered up. Making it seem like he was still sleeping.
"Oh, dear brother." Jun-woo called out. "I know you couldn't possibly still be sleeping." Your blood ran cold when you heard Jun-woo's slightly muffled sinister tone through the closet door. You flinched when you heard the bedroom door being slammed opened. Not being able to see what was happening may be a blessing or a curse. Though being able to hear, even if slightly muffled, was a curse as well. You weren’t sure which one you would consider worse. "Is something wrong?" You heard Han-seo’s timid voice. "I'm here to finish what I started. I was rudely interrupted by Y/N, remember." You wanted so badly to open the closet door and deck Jun-woo in the face.
"Hm, this won't do. Have you learned your lesson?" Jun-woo asked in a mocking tone. "Y-y-yes, s-sir." Han-seo stuttered out. "What is that lesson?" You could hear Jun-woo's footsteps moving across the floor. You figured he was walking closer to the bed to tower over Han-seo. "Th-that I-I'm your p-puppet. I-I’m not a-a-allowed to th-think for myself." Your heart felt heavy at how scared Han-seo sounded. "Very good. Get dressed, I've got to take you to the doctor. Make up a lie about those wounds." Jun-woo said before leaving the room slamming the door harshly behind him. Being in the closet, you had missed the way Han-seo had flinched and covered his ears.
About three minutes had passed before Han-seo opened the closet door. When he saw your face he gave you a sad smile. You slowly moved forward to hug him, but he held his hand up in a gesture to stop you. "If you hug me, I'll break." He said weakly. You wrapped your arms around yourself and nodded. "Is it safe to step out of the closet?" You quietly asked him, trying to peak over his shoulder. He shook his head no. "I need to get changed, quickly. Once you hear us leave the house, wait ten more minutes and then leave. Okay?" He said as he reached beside you to pull out one of his suits. You nodded "okay". "I'm sorry. For all of this." He gently told you before closing you in the closet again. You could hear him shuffling around his room. Trying his best to get ready as quickly as possible. "Come on!" You heard Jun-woo angrily shout from somewhere within the house. His voice clearly filled with impatience. "Coming." Before Han-seo left the room, he opened the closet once more. "I'll see you later, maybe?" Han-seo whispered. "If it's possible." You whispered back.
He closed the door once more. You sighed heavily. You never imagined that this is how your morning would go. You listened carefully for their departure. After a few minutes you heard the door slam shut. You figured that was Jun-woo's doing. You silently pulled your phone out and set a timer for ten minutes. Making sure it would only vibrate. You also made sure the phone notifications were set on silent. You didn't want to risk being caught if any of their guards stayed behind. Your mind raced with a million thoughts. Especially thoughts of how to explain to your other best friend and roommate Cha-young why you didn't come home last night. Those ten minutes began to feel like years to you. When the timer finally went off you quickly and quietly gathered all of your belongings and made your way out of the house. At this point you didn’t care that you were leaving the house in his over sized shirt, underwear, and socks. Your clothes and shoes bundled up in your arms. When you felt that you were a good distance away from his house you had decided to call Cha-young for a ride. You waited patiently at a bus stop for Cha-young to show up. You only had to wait for about ten minutes. You jumped up from the bench and rushed to her car when she parked to allow you to get in.
"Why didn't you drive last night?" Cha-young asked when you got into her vehicle. "Because, I didn't feel like it." You replied while shrugging. She gave your appearance a once over but didn’t comment on it. "Who did you visit last night?" Cha-young glanced at you when she stopped at a red light. She only glanced for a moment before turning her attention back on the road. "Han-seo." You told her honestly. Cha-young was fully aware of the friendship between you and him. Granted, she was shocked when she found out he is the childhood best friend you always spoke of so fondly. She was equally as shocked when Vincenzo told her that Jang Jun-woo was none other than Jang Han-seok. You remembered how shocked Vincenzo, Cha-young, and Mr. Nam looked when they discovered that by being friends with Han-seo meant you also got to know Jun-woo.
You were sitting at the table in the law firm office, sifting through a folder while waiting for Cha-young. "I've been fooled." You looked up to see Cha-young, Mr. Nam, and Vincenzo walk through the door. "Did I miss something?" You asked. "It's been revealed that her old colleague Jun-woo is actually Jang Han-seok." Mr. Nam said. Your heart dropped at the mention of the last name. Vincenzo gave you a puzzled look. "That can't be right. I mean, with what's happened so far, it doesn't make a lick of sense to me." Your words rushed out. "Why do you say that?" Cha-young crossed her arms. "Well, because Han-seo is my best friend, so I know his brother fairly well." Your words were met with surprised expressions. “How long have you known Han-seo for?” Mr. Nam asked curiously. “Since we were children.” You said. “When Han-seo introduced his brother to you what name did he give to address him by?” Vincenzo questioned. “Uh, he was introduced to me as Jang Jun-woo.” You told him honestly. “That would explain why you can’t imagine him as Jang Han-seok. But, how did you not notice before that he’s Cha-young’s colleague. You’ve also been friends with Cha-young for a long time, correct?” Mr. Nam asked. “I try to separate my work life from my personal life. I never talked about him around Y/N, and I never allowed the two to meet.” Cha-young answered for you. “Well, you did keep me away from your work up until you came to Jipuragi Law Firm. Then I started popping in whenever I could, just like now.” You told her. Mr. Nam still looked shocked at the information that was being shared. Vincenzo looked as if he was plotting something, and Cha-young looked neutral to it all.
Back then you couldn't fathom that Jun-woo would do such heinous acts of violence. Now, considering what you witnessed last night, you could believe it. You sighed heavily and slid down in your seat. "Something's happened." "Yeah, I walked in on Jun-woo hurting Han-seo." It wasn't a question but you replied anyhow. Cha-young sighed heavily as she parked the car. Being caught up in your own thoughts made you miss the fact that she had pulled up to Geumga Plaza.
Cha-young turned to face you. "Listen, Vincenzo and Han-seo have a plan. I don’t know what that plan is, but Vincenzo is trying his best to help take down Jun-woo. With help from Han-seo of course." Cha-young told you. "That's good news. Sounds like the two of you are pretty close now." Cha-young turned to get out of the vehicle. Clearly not wanting to address your assumption. You smiled to yourself at her reaction.
Once you got out, the two of you made your way to the law firm office. When you walked in you were greeted by a shocked looking Mr. Nam. You were puzzled by his look until you looked down at yourself. Your face grew warm when you remembered that you weren’t fully clothed. "There's a reason." You told him as you rushed to pull your pants on. "A reason for what?" You glanced over to see Vincenzo enter the room. "That they were barely dressed." Cha-young answered for you. "Interesting." Vincenzo said as he took his over coat off and sat at his desk. He leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk and clasped his hands together. You figured that was your queue to explain yourself. You sighed heavily as you took a seat in the closest chair to you. You set your shoes and shirt from yesterday on the table in front of you. After doing that you leaned back, clasping your hands together and resting them on your abdomen. "I went to visit Han-seo last night. When I got there I noticed that the front door was wide open so I walked in." You began to tell them. "When I made it past the entrance I froze." At this point your voice grew softer as tears began to blur your vision. "Han-seo was being held tightly by his tie. His eye, his mouth, and his cheek already hurt. It looked like Jun-woo was going to hit him again, until he noticed me." You cast your gaze to the ceiling, trying your hardest not to cry. "You don't have to explain further, if it hurts to do so." Mr. Nam gently rested a hand on your shoulder squeezing it lightly. You nodded in response to him. Vincenzo had gotten up from his desk to hand you a box of tissues.
You had failed at trying not to cry. Some tears had fallen. You leaned forward for the tissues to clean your cheeks and blow your nose. "It hurts because I've known Han-seo for years. How did I miss all the signs of abuse?!" Sadness and frustration laced heavily in your tone. Mr. Nam sat down beside you. "Sometimes, the abused get so good at hiding the abuse, that no one can tell what goes on behind closed doors. Until the abused feels comfortable enough to tell someone, no one will know otherwise. Sometimes they never speak up at all due to fear of retaliation from their abuser." Mr. Nam spoke softly to you. "Han-seo told me that Jun-woo always hurts people when they find out about his violent side." You had rested your elbows on the table, clasped your hands together, and leaned your forehead against them. "My other problem is, why didn't I notice Jun-woo's sinister behavior before." You sounded so defeated at this point that it even made Vincenzo’s heart ache to see you like this. "Evil has a way of deceiving people." Vincenzo stated. "He's beyond evil! He’s a monster!" You didn't mean to raise your voice but you had reached your breaking point.
You stood up so abruptly that your chair fell on its back. "I can't take this bullshit anymore Vincenzo. Everything he has done thus far, it's cruel. Everything he continues to do is cruel. Either you figure out a way to stop him or I will." Your voice was filled with rage. "I'm begging that you let someone else handle him." You turned to see Han-seo entering the room. The pleading look on his face made your anger disappear and your heart ache. “How did you get away from your guards and Jun-woo?” You asked him. “Jun-woo didn’t stick around at the hospital. Said he had better things to do than wait around for me. As soon as they discharged me, I slipped away from the guards.” Han-seo replied. “Now, back to what I previously said. Please, let someone else do something about Jun-woo. I can’t lose you too.” You looked down at your feet as you processed what he was saying. Looking up at him you said “fine. But next time I see him I’m gonna slap him, and if he dares to hit back I’m gonna kick his “family” jewels.” Cha-young couldn’t hold back her laughter at the last part of your statement. “Fair enough.” Han-seo said with a smile. Your chest filled with warmth when you noticed it was his genuine smile.
“Since you’re here we should go over our plan.” Vincenzo began to walk towards him, when he was close enough he wrapped one arm around his shoulder to lead him out of the room. You, Cha-young, and Mr. Nam stood puzzled on what to do. You startled a little when you felt your phone buzz. Pulling it out of your pants pocket you opened it to see a new text from Han-seo. The less you know, the better.~Han-seo You held your phone out to show Mr. Nam and Cha-young. “Well, I suppose that makes sense.” Mr. Nam said as he walked to his desk to sit down. “Does it though.” You could hear the pout in Cha-young’s voice as she spoke. You couldn’t shake the feeling of dread that had suddenly washed over you. Maybe not knowing is the best, but that doesn’t make me worry any less. You silently thought to yourself. You took this moment as an opportunity to go change into the shirt you wore yesterday.
Two hours had passed before Vincenzo and Han-seo showed up again. “We’ve set the first part of our plan in motion. Later tonight the second and last part will be set in motion. If all goes smoothly, this blood feud ends tonight.” Vincenzo stated with such confidence that it concerned you. You decided to brush off that feeling considering you knew his background pretty well at this point. “I’m seriously sorry about this morning.” You turned your attention to Han-seo as he spoke. “You did what was best for me. Don’t worry, I don’t hold anything against you.” You told him, giving him a soft smile. Sometimes, the abused get so good at hiding the abuse, that no one can tell what goes on behind closed doors. Mr. Nam’s words from earlier rang loudly in your mind when you saw Han-seo’s posture become more relaxed.
All the signs were there, I was just too young to understand what was going on. You thought to yourself. “Is everything all right, you keep zoning out.” Han-seo’s voice pulled you from your thoughts. “Uh, yeah. I have a lot on my mind at the moment. That’s all.” You replied. Han-seo nodded and continued his conversation with Cha-young and Vincenzo. You missed the concerned look that Mr. Nam had been giving you for the past ten minutes. “The last part I will take care of, with help of course.” You turned to Vincenzo as he spoke. “Okay, you’ve told me that you both have a plan. Part of that plan is already in motion as we speak, and the rest is to happen tonight. But, you haven’t given me any details of the plan.” Cha-young stated in frustration. “It’s for your own safety. More details will be given out later.” Vincenzo told her. Cha-young ran her hands down the length of her face and sighed heavily.
“Let’s not discuss this further. Place an order of what you want for lunch, including you” He glanced at Han-seo as he spoke. Of course Han-seo had to be silly about it, he first looked around the room acting like that wasn’t directed at him. Then he pointed at himself with a smile. Vincenzo rolled his eyes at his antics before nodding his head at him. “Once the orders are placed, Y/N and I will pick them up for you.” He finished speaking. You gave him a puzzled look because you would think he would have the food delivered to the firm. You studied his face noticing he was giving you a look that said he needed to speak to you alone. Your stomach dropped as your mind began to run rampant with thoughts of why that could be. Once everyone wrote down their order, Mr. Nam made the call and said Mr. Cassano will pick up the order. He was told it would be done in an hour.
Thirty minutes of talking about anything and everything had passed by when Vincenzo suddenly stood up. “There’s no harm in going to wait for our order now.” He looked at you as he spoke. You nodded your head and stood up. Slowly following behind him. He had to stop once because you had fallen so far behind. You mumbled an apology when you caught up to him. The rest of the walk to his vehicle was filled with complete silence. Once inside the vehicle that’s when he began to break the silence. “I’ve discussed this with Han-seo already, but the last plan involves you.” Vincenzo said as he fastened his seat belt and then turned the key in the ignition, putting the vehicle into drive as he pulled away from the building. “Wait, why?!” You asked him in a panicked tone. “Because, you may not know this, but you’re Jun-woo’s weakness.” Vincenzo stated as a matter of fact. You gave him a puzzled look, even though he was paying attention to the road so it was pointless but whatever. “Vincenzo, how could I be a weakness to such a monster?” Your words dripping with hatred. “I’ve observed his behavior when you end up having to be around him with Han-seo.” “What behavior would that be?” “It’s the jealous look he gives Han-seo when you stand so close to him. The fact that when he looks at you he always shows you a genuine smile. It’s the way his posture is severely stiff and on guard around everyone except you.” “Vincenzo, what are you getting at?” “What I’m getting at is that man may believe he is in love with you. What I know is, he doesn’t know what love is. You’re more of an object that he wants to possess.” The vehicle was stopped at a red light when Vincenzo glanced at you. Your blood ran cold as you realized this was the other-shoe-waiting-to-drop. You also began to think hard about all the moments your were roped into spending time with him and Han-seo together.
As if on cue your phone vibrated in your pocket. By the time you were able to pull it out of your pocket, Vincenzo was parking the car. You sighed before unlocking your phone to see a new text notification. Heart pounding frantically when you read the name of the sender. We should talk tonight-Jun-woo You felt nauseous when you saw that he had added the emoji with hearts surrounding it. “Something wrong?” Vincenzo turned in his seat so his body was facing you more. “First off, shouldn’t your body be turned towards the door and not me. You know, never expose your back or whatever.” You pointed out to him. He gave you a smirk and nodded at you before turning his body towards his door. “Second, and lastly. Jun-woo texted me. His ears must be burning or something.” You turned your phone so that Vincenzo could see the screen. “Or the universe may be working in our favor.” Vincenzo stated. “Either way, I don’t like this.” You whispered as you sent a reply to Jun-woo. What time and what location-Y/N You silently stared at your phone impatiently waiting for a response from him. You barely heard Vincenzo say that he’ll be back. Time seemed to fly before you finally got a reply. How about my place, around 8pm. Don’t tell Han-seo. Let this be our little secret (winky face)~Jun woo You felt bile in the back of your throat. Hating the fact that Vincenzo may have been right about the universe working in your favor. It still made you wonder how you fit into his plan to knock Jun-woo down several notches. Fine. I’ll see you at 8pm, don’t expect me to dress fancy or anything like that.~Y/N This time you only had to wait three minutes for a response. Someone’s in a mood. I like it.~Jun-woo Vincenzo gave you a puzzled look when he got in the vehicle handing the food off to you. As he was getting in you made a gagging sound. Instead of explaining it verbally, you handed your phone over to Vincenzo. You watched a grimace grace his features. “Disgusting.” He said as he handed your phone back to you. He turned the key in the ignition and put the vehicle in reverse. Making his way out of the parking lot and back to the law firm.
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“How did Han-seo react to the last part of the plan?” You asked when Vincenzo put his vehicle into park at the plaza. The entire ride back had been silent up until this very moment. “He was fuming. He hates it. He’s fiercely protective of you. Have you noticed that?” Vincenzo asked as he pocketed his keys and unbuckled his seat belt. “I have. He’s always made me feel safe and comfortable.” You softly said as you unbuckled your seat belt. “Wait, I need to know that you consent to being part of this. That if it comes down to it, you’d be willing to face whatever comes your way. No matter what it may be.” Vincenzo gently grasped your forearm. “For Han-seo, I’d do anything. Even if it meant losing my own life.” You admitted. Vincenzo nodded as he let your arm go. The two of you stepped out of the vehicle and headed to the office. Walking together in silence. Your heart felt heavy and your soul felt tired. However, you meant every word you said to Vincenzo.
“We’re back.” Vincenzo announced when he walked through the doors. You walked to the table with the food in your arms. Setting the bag down on the table and passing out the correct orders. You sat down beside Han-seo. You pulled your phone out, opened the text messages, and turned the screen towards him. You closely watched his reaction to the texts he had to read. You could see the anger flash across his face, then it was replaced with a look of fear. He looked up into your eyes. Your heart sunk at all the emotions hidden within his stare. Fear, hurt, and anger. “Is there really no other way?” He turned to Vincenzo who happened to be mid bite. “There isn’t. Unfortunately for Y/N, this works more in our favor. I know the exact time and location.” “Wait, what if this is a trap.” You practically shout out. Vincenzo raised a brow at you. “I’m prepared for that. I just need to tell the others involved.” “Is there nothing we can do?” Cha-young asked motioning her index finger at herself and then at Mr. Nam. “Stand by and wait for instructions. That’s the best I can tell you.” Vincenzo finally took the bite of food after he spoke.
You glanced at Han-seo and noticed the way he was poking at his food instead of eating. You hated to admit that you had also lost your appetite as well. He looked up to meet your gaze and gently spoke “I’ll eat, if you eat”. You smiled and gave a small laugh. “Okay” you told him as you took a bite of food. Mind drifting to an old memory.
You tilted you head as you placed your lunch box in front of Han-seo. You noticed how he slumped and poked at his food. Something was clearly wrong but you didn’t know what. “I’ll eat, if you eat.” You said as you sat down across the table from him. “Oh, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t notice you at first.” He said in that cheerful goofy voice of his. “I’ll eat, if you eat.” You repeated to him. He gave you a look of curiosity before saying “okay” and began to eat. You didn’t ask what was wrong. Instead you talked his ear off about one of your favorite hobbies while eating. From that moment on, that phrase was spoken by one or the other between the two of you.
Han-seo smiled to himself when he saw a small smile grace your features. It was clear to him that his words triggered a happy memory for you. He startled in response to Mr. Nam tapping his shoulder. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Mr. Nam said. You glanced up to Han-seo, without thinking you spoke his name softly and reached for his hand. He didn’t flinch or move his hand away from you. Instead he intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezed a bit tightly, and took a deep breathe. When he was more composed, his grip in your hand loosened but he didn’t let go. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to react like that.” Han-seo said. “No need to apologize. I should have verbally announced myself before tapping your shoulder.” Mr. Nam spoke in a calming tone. I wish I wasn’t like this. Han-seo thought bitterly to himself. “It’s okay.” You told him as you gently squeezed his hand. “Thank you.” He said. You smiled at him before he turned his attention back to Mr. Nam “what did you need my attention for.” Mr. Nam took a moment to answer. “Oh, I was going to ask if you would like some tea or coffee.” “Tea sounds good.” Mr. Nam nodded as he walked off to get himself and Han-seo a cup of tea.
Cha-young and Vincenzo stayed silent during the whole ordeal, neither one knowing how to respond, but taking note of how to get Han-seo’s attention when they needed to. Vincenzo also took note on how it seemed like you were able to ground Han-seo. After about three minutes Mr. Nam returned to the table, carefully placing a cup in front of Han-seo. You gently gave his hand another gentle squeeze before releasing it. He took that as his cue to continue eating.
“We set into action the moment you arrive at Jun-woo’s house.” Vincenzo suddenly said. You nodded “I understand.” “This means that you need to stick to your part of the plan. Regardless of how protective you are of Y/N.” Vincenzo said in a stern voice. Han-seo looked up from his food “I’ll try my best.” “If that’s how it is, than I’ll accept that.” “When you said for us to standby. What did you mean?” Cha-young asked him. “What I mean is, the two of you will stay in the surveillance van. Mi-ri will hack into Jun-woo’s cameras so that we have a live feed of what’s going on and of what’s being said.” Vincenzo answered honestly. Cha-young nodded in understanding. She looked like she wanted to say more, but opted to stay silent instead.
No more questions had been asked, so everyone decided to finish eating in silence. Once the food was gone Han-seo slowly stood up. “I should head back now, before anyone notices my absence and begins to look for me.” He announced as he stood. Not that they care enough about me to do so. He thought bitterly to himself. “Keep in mind that you’re not supposed to know about Y/N meeting up with Jun-woo tonight.” Vincenzo said. Han-seo nodded. “I’ll play dumb, it’s what I’m good at apparently.” He gave a sad smile as he spoke. “Be safe.” Cha-young looked up to him as she spoke. You saw Mr. Nam nod in agreement to her statement. He gave you one last smile before he walked out of the office. After Han-seo left Vincenzo began discussing what he expected from Mr. Nam, Cha-young, and yourself.
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You looked yourself over in the mirror one last time. You had told Jun-woo that you weren’t going to dress fancy or anything. So, you opted for your favorite hoodie paired with a comfy pair of pants and combat boots. You startled when you heard your phone go off. Slowly you reached over to pick it up, unlocking the screen. Do try to be on time. I have a surprise for you.~Jun-woo That statement alone made you feel quite uneasy. I’m leaving my house now. Hold your horses.~Y/N You had hit send before you could change your mind about your wording. This was one of those moments where you knew your sass would get you in trouble. You sighed heavily as you walked out of the house, locking the door behind you. From what you understood, everyone was already in place for what would go down tonight.
The drive to Jun-woo’s felt like it took forever, that was just your nerves getting the best of you though. You slowly pulled into his drive way. When you had gotten close enough you silently stopped and put the vehicle into park. You took a moment to compose yourself before getting out of your vehicle. You rang the door bell when you got to the door. You couldn’t bring yourself to knock because your hands were shaking a bit.
“Look at that, you’re on time.” His words and wicked smile greeted you when he opened the door. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at him as you stepped past him into his home. You had missed the way your attitude had made his lip twitch in annoyance. Jun-woo had his back facing you as he closed the door. You stopped dead in your tracks. Your heart sinking and your blood running cold. “Surprise.” Jun-woo said as he walked to stand next to Han-seo. He was currently kneeling on his knees, hands bound behind his back, head down and slouched forward a bit. Jun-woo roughly grabbed him by the hair to pull his head up. The moment his eyes locked with yours tears began to blur your vision. “What the fuck?!” You angrily shouted at Jun-woo. “Simple, he had what I wanted. I’m sure you understand what I mean by that.” He released him, pushing him roughly causing him to fall to his side.
Jun-woo crouched down next to Han-seo’s body, pulling a knife out of his pocket. You stepped forward but stopped when he pointed the blade in your direction, waving it back and forth in a motion to say no. “You’re a monster.” Your words dripping with anger as you spoke. He scoffed at your words “you realize I’m doing all of this for you, right?” “Why the fuck would I think that?” “It’s because I love you.” “Jun-woo, this isn’t love.” He lowered the blade to Han-seo, cutting the rope that bound his wrists. He used him to push himself to stand up. You stepped back as he stepped closer to you.
Han-seo slowly pulled himself into a sitting position. His head throbbed with every movement. His entire body ached. He froze, watching Jun-woo walk towards you. “You were never meant to get mixed up with this side of me. You were only meant to ever see the clueless, puppy like, and adorable Jun-woo. Not the cold blooded, I get my way, I never fail Han-seok.” His tone colder than you had ever heard it. “I refuse you.” You said defiantly as you threw a punch towards his face. You had clocked him in the jaw pretty hard, but all it did was made him stumble away from you a bit. Rubbing and flexing his jaw he turned to you again, this time pointing a gun at you. When he stumbled he had reached into his pocket to pull it out. Somehow you and Han-seo had missed that.
“This silly game ends here. You have a choice, him or you.” You froze when you heard the lever on the gun click. It was at this moment that Vincenzo burst through the door. This had startled Jun-woo and caused him to pull the trigger. The bullet had missed you and landed in the wall beside you. With this distraction you moved past him to kneel beside Han-seo. “It’s rude to interrupt.” He pointed his gun at Vincenzo. “You’re worse than I thought. You lure a woman to your house and kidnap your own brother.” Vincenzo said stepping more into the room, Jun-woo followed his moves with his gun. “As if you’re one to talk. I’m sure you’ve done far worse than I.” Jun-woo stated bitterly.
You slowly helped Han-seo to his feet as the two of you watched the scene before you. “Y/N, don’t think you can escape. I want you to stand next to Vincenzo, right now.” He commanded. “Hurry up now, or the next round goes straight into this idiot’s skull.” He turned his attention towards you. You gulped as you slowly made your way to stand where you were told. Han-seo didn’t move from where he stood, out of fear that one of you would be shot.
“Be a good brother and grab that hockey stick over there.” Jun-woo didn’t take his eyes off of you or Vincenzo as he gestured with his free hand. He took a deep sigh “either do as I say or one of these two get shot.” He stepped closer to you. You looked passed him to see Han-seo slowly walk towards the hockey stick. “I want you to beat this mafia scum to death.” You turned to Vincenzo, he didn’t even flinch. “You sick bastard. You never should have been born!!” You raised your voice in anger.
The sound of his open palm slapping your right cheek resonated throughout the room. The impact causing you to fall to the ground. Anger boiled within Han-seo. Jun-woo squatted down in front of you. “Now, that really hurt. I shouldn’t have been born?” Jun-woo grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him. “Brother, don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?” Jun-woo asked as he roughly released your chin and stood up again. “Now, unfortunately you have to stay where you are while Han-seo does as he was told.” Jun-woo’s form loomed over you, gun pointed directly at your head.
“If I kill Mr. Cassano, what happens next?” Han-seo asked without moving. “Simple, we have one less issue to worry about. And maybe the two of you get to live.” Jun-woo shrugged his shoulders as he spoke. “What makes you think I won’t speak out against you?” You raised yourself into a sitting position. “You’ll do as I say or else I could end you at any moment. Duh!” He responded. “Stop stalling.” He directed his words at Han-seo. “Do as he says.” Vincenzo said. You glanced up in shock. Looking between him and Han-seo. “I’m sorry… Mr. Cassano” He stepped forward slowly raising the hockey stick with every step. “It’s okay, you have no other choice.” Vincenzo spoke again. You looked over to Jun-woo in time to see his eyes roll. You could tell he was growing impatient with every moment that passed by.
“Okay. I’ll make a decision I won’t regret.” He angled the hockey stick and slammed it hard into Jun-woo’s side. The moment you saw him angle the hockey stick was when you decided to fall to your side. When the stick made impact with his side, it had caused him to pull the trigger, making the gun go off. The bullet barely missing you as it flew past. He groaned in pain as he fell to the ground. He was momentarily stunned by what happened. He was laying on his back when Han-seo was about to hit him for a second time. The gun went off again, the bullet lodging itself right into his left bicep. The stick fell loudly to the floor as he went to cup his wound. This gave Jun-woo enough time to jump to his feet. Han-seo lunged forward grabbing for the gun, still in Jun-woo’s grasp. “Please, stop!” Han-seo struggled against him. He was pushed away.
Jun-woo turned towards you and Vincenzo. Aiming the gun directly at you as you tried to leave with Vincenzo. He was able to fire twice before he was back to struggling against Han-seo. The first shot missed, the second one however, grazed your right bicep. Pain instantly making you stop in your tracks. Vincenzo giving you a concerned looked. That’s a six shooter. He’s only got one round left. You thought to yourself. You weren’t even sure how your panicked brain had figured that out, but here you were.
Han-seo continued to struggle against his brother. Frantically trying to steal the gun away from him. “Please, stop!” Han-seo begged, maneuvering the two of their bodies to where the gun was pointed at the floor. “Let go.” “You really… shouldn’t have been born. Never. You scum.” Han-seo tightened his grip, which had caused the gun to release the final round. Jun-woo used more of his strength to push against Han-seo. His movement causing them to stand and the grip loosen. He punched Han-seo in the face, knocking him to the ground before taking off. Vincenzo was distracted by checking your wound, giving Jun-woo just enough time to run out the balcony door and jump down to the ground below.
Cupping your wound you went to Han-seo. Kneeling down beside him as he began to sit up. Vincenzo made a call before he walked out of the house. “He’s going to get him. Don’t worry.” You told him. The two of you startled when you heard the door open again. Instantly relaxing when you noticed it was Cha-young and Mr. Nam. “Are you hurt badly?” Mr. Nam rushed to your side, helping you to your feet. Cha-young was helping Han-seo stand. “Just the wound on my upper arm.” You told him. He nodded as he led you out of the house. “Can I get your keys.” Mr. Nam politely asked when you stepped outside. “Uh, yeah.” You dug your keys out of your pocket and handed them over.
He unlocked your vehicle. You slowly lowered yourself into the backseat behind the driver’s seat. Cha-young sat in the front seat. Leaving Han-seo to sit in the back with you. At this point you began to feel woozy and light headed from the blood loss. “Here, let me turn this into a tourniquet.” Han-seo was taking off his tie as he spoke to you. All you could do was weakly nod your head at him. “It might hurt a bit.” He began to wrap it around your arm, pulling it tightly each time he wound it around. You winced in pain. “I’m sorry.” He whispered to you, tying off the tie. The ride to the hospital was rough. At one point you closed your eyes.
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When your eyes opened again, you were met by the brightness of a hospital room. You began to sit up slowly. Glancing to your right you see Han-seo with his head down, your hand in his. “Oh, you’re awake.” Mr. Nam spoke softly as he walked into the room. “How long have I been out for?” You asked him. “About six hours, give or take.” He responded. You glanced down to Han-seo again. “He’s been by your side the whole time after he was looked over.” Mr. Nam went to stand on your left side. You smiled softly “it’s always been like that. Whenever we’d get hurt, no matter how the other was feeling, we’d stay by each other’s side.” You gently ran your free hand through his hair. The movement causing him to stir. He sat up quickly when he noticed you were awake.
He was greeted by a soft smile when he met your gaze. He looked over to see Mr. Nam and his face became warm. Mr. Nam didn’t say anything, he only smiled. “Any word from Vincenzo?” Han-seo directed his question at Mr. Nam. “He said to let you know that Jun-woo is no longer a threat, also to say farewell, you’ll hear from him eventually.” Mr. Nam responded. “Okay.” You could hear the hurt in his voice. “This isn’t a forever goodbye, you’ll probably see him again, at some point in the future.” You gently squeezed his hand.
“If I didn’t know better, it would seem like the two of you are in a relationship.” You looked over to see Cha-young leaning against the door frame. A smirk gracing her features. Your face grew warm at her comment. “It’s funny, we’ve heard that from everyone around us since we were teenagers.” Han-seo admitted openly. “Well, I can see why. The chemistry between the two of you, it’s like you’re both puzzle pieces that fit perfectly together. Two souls that became one.” Mr. Nam said fondly. “It just feels natural to me. They’ve always been there for me.” Han-seo met your gaze, you could see fondness in his eyes. “Even when I tried to push you away at one point. You were stubborn and continued to stick by me. I’m sorry I was such a pain and said such hurtful words back then.” He spoke softly as tears began to blur his vision. Guilt overwhelming him. “Hey now, I could tell you were going through a rough time. I didn’t know what exactly, but my gut said you needed me more than ever then. I’m sorry that I hadn’t known what was going on sooner.” Your voice gentle as you spoke. “It wouldn’t have changed anything. Except put you in danger of his wrath.” With his free hand he reached forward towards your face, to gently wipe away the tears that streamed down your cheeks.
“Thank you, for being there regardless of not knowing fully what was going on.” He whispered as he stood leaning towards you to gently place a kiss upon your brow. Mr. Nam and Cha-young silently watched the two of you. “We should go.” Mr. Nam whispered to Cha-young. She nodded at him before speaking, “listen, we’re going to head home now. The doctors informed us that you have to stay here a few days before they discharge you. It’s because you needed a blood transfusion, so they need to monitor you.” Han-seo sat back in his chair. “I’ll still be here.” He reassured you. “You always are.” You said with a smile.
“I’m proud of you. Just so you know.” You told him. “What for?” He asked softly. “For being able to stand up against your brother.” He smiled softly, his chest filling with warmth at your statement. He was pretty proud of himself as well. It may have taken him years to do so, but he had finally turned his fear into strength. Making him able to go up against Jun-woo. However, he knew if it hadn’t have been for you, he wouldn’t have been able to do that. He wasn’t ready to admit it out loud, you were the reason he was able to do what needed to be done. Even if that had meant risking his own life.
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Whumptober Day Twenty-Two: "Vehicular Accident."
Trigger Warnings: Blood, major character death, mentioned car accident (of sorts), children in distress, mentions of needles, and implied kidnapping and murder.
Summary: (Young) Mike is hit by a car.
Open/ambiguous ending :))!!
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The sky is blue today. The same color blue as his mom’s eyes. Clear and bright. Not a single cloud in sight, which kind of annoys Mike. When Garrett was still here, they used to watch them go by, and call out what they looked like.
Garrett’s go-to was always, “Fredbear.” No matter what the shape was.
Not that Mike was any better. His go-to was “Springbonnie,” or “rabbit.”
It was predictable, but it was fun. Mike misses it every single day.
It’s cool today. It’s the middle of fall, and the leaves are all kinds of pretty colors. Reds and oranges and dark greens.
It’ll be Halloween soon.
This will be their first holiday without Garrett….
He wanted to be Spider-man this year. Mike’s sure it’s only because he wants to go as Spider-man, and Garrett just has to copy everything his older brother does. Mom says that just means he loves Mike, but it frustrated him to no end. Especially when it seemed like mom and dad encouraged it.
Now…Mike would do anything to have him back.
Anything.
He groans, tears run down his face.
“Mommy!” He wants to call out, but there’s something in his throat. Something warm and wet that tastes like old pennies.
His head throbs, and his body feels strangely numb. Like all his limbs have fallen asleep all at once.
People move around him. Mom tries to reach out for him, but a police officer holds her back. Dad holds her, as she sobs loudly.
Mike hates that he’s the reason she’s crying.
He tries to move his arm, so he can get her attention or call her over. He could really use one of her hugs. They’re warm and make him feel safe. Mike needs her.
“Mike…?”
His head is shifted to the side by a person in a navy blue uniform. Another person flashes a light in his eyes.
Just behind them, Mike sees his little brother.
In spite of how scared he feels, Mike can’t help the wave of happiness that overtakes him. He tries to smile, but his lips don’t move. (Why can’t he move them?)
Garrett looks sad, staring down at him. “You’re hurt,” he says, pointing at Mike.
Mike can’t summon the words to speak, but he wants so desperately to. He tries to wriggle around, but it doesn’t help.
Garrett comes closer, kneeling down in between the two EMTs. He tilts his head. “If you go to sleep it won’t hurt anymore.”
All the alarm bells go off in Mike’s head. That’s the exact opposite of what the EMTs told him just five minutes earlier. And he has a feeling if he closes his eyes, he’ll never wake up again.
“Nothing bad will happen,” Garrett murmurs.
Mike coughs, chest constricting. The people hovering over him become more frantic. He’s lifted onto a stretcher.
He winces, or at least tries to. Just like everything else, his body doesn’t seem to want to listen. Tears run down his face, mixing with the blood smeared across his neck and chest. Garrett sits next to the EMTs. He watches them work, eyes sad.
“Go to sleep, Mikey,” he whispers, voice like a lullaby. “You won’t hurt anymore if you sleep.”
Mike is poked with a needle and then another. He can’t tell if they’re IVs, tetanus shots, or if the EMTs are collecting blood, but he feels all of it. The needles poke through his bruised skin. But he can’t do anything about it, besides quietly groaning.
His little brother frowns. “They’re making you hurt worse.”
Mike ignores him, eyes rolling up to the ceiling. He does his best to separate himself from the pain, trying to imagine that he’s home, watching TV dramas with his mom. They’ve been watching a new one, and there’s supposed to be a new episode tonight. He hopes he doesn’t miss it. Mom would be so upset if he did.
Three months ago, it used to be something Mom, him, and Garrett used to do. Every Thursday night they would settle on the couch, Garrett on one side of their mom, and Mike on the other. A fresh bowl of popcorn on her lap.
Thursdays are the days that their dad works late, so mom lets them stay up extra late to see him. But they both end up falling asleep, heads resting in their mother’s lap.
Mike inwardly sobs.
Another poke.
“It’ll hurt less if you close your eyes, and when you wake up, we can play together. Doesn’t that sound fun?”
He hates this.
Hates how his brother sounds reassuring and right.
Hates how he knows what’s going to happen if he shuts his eyes.
Hates that-despite how scared he is, and how much he wants his mommy and daddy-he wants even more to see and play with Garrett.
Mike shuts his eyes. Just for a second.
But when he opens them again, he’s sitting next to Garrett.
A machine off to their right beeps loudly, and the two EMTs look panicked. They shout out things that Mike-with all his years of watching late-night medical dramas-can’t understand.
“That- that’s my body. Why?” He turns his head. “Garrett, what’s going on?”
His brother grabs his hand. “You’re asleep now.”
Mike shakes his head horrified. “No, this- I don’t like this. How do I wake up? I need to wake up.”
“You can’t.”
Garrett pats him on the shoulder. The world becomes blurry for a moment before returning to normal.
They stand in a densely-wooded forest.
Mike blinks rapidly, trying to wake up. Whatever this is, it can’t be real. He slaps himself in the face.
He feels….nothing.
Mike digs his nails into his skin, scratching at it.
But again, he feels nothing.
He feels panicked, terrified even, but his heart rate hasn’t picked up. In fact-Mike presses his hand over his heart-he can’t feel it thump against his ribcage. It’s quiet and still, like it’s not-
“I’m dead.”
Garrett grabs his hand. “But it’s okay, because I’m here.”
Pulling his hand away, Mike shakes his head frantically. “No! No! No!” He tugs at his hair.
His brother hugs him. It feels warm and safe and…and just like their mom’s. It feels like home. Mike hiccups, leaning into the hug. He closes his eyes, ignoring (for a moment) everything that has happened today.
Being hit by a car.
Glass shattering and people yelling.
Mom crying.
….Dying….
Mike tightens his hold.
He’s safe.
Of that, Mike is certain.
Unseen, head resting on his older brother’s shoulder, Garrett smiles.
#whumptober2023#no.22#vehicular accident#tw major character death#tw child death#tw blood#tw implied kidnapping#tw implied death#garrett schmidt#fnaf mike schmidt#mike and garrett#open ending#morally grey characters#ghost#cross posted on ao3
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Spider-man: The Animated Series, 104 (Feb. 18, 1995) - “Doctor Octopus: Armed and Dangerous”
The Breakdown
Good news, folks! Pete is FINALLY gonna get some action with Felicia Hardy. The last time he tried to make a move he got cock-blocked by a Spider Slayer (we’ve ALL been there), but thankfully the last of those have been destroyed, so it's safe to say nothing's gonna get in the way this time. Anyways, just as Peter shows up at Felicia’s massive family mansion, he gets immediately cock-blocked by Dr. Octopus, who we are now meeting for the first time. The good Doctor proceeds to kidnap Felicia Hardy because he wants revenge on her mom. We discover that, Mrs. (Anastasia) Hardy once provided funding to one Dr. Otto Octavius, who was trying to create a cold fusion generator; but his progress was too slow, so she cut him off. Unable to continue his work safely, Otto followed the only sensible course of action left to him, and continued his work UNsafely. Shockingly, this resulted in an explosion that turned him into a supervillain instead of killing him. If you’re an actual person who has willingly chosen to read this blog entry about an old Spider-man cartoon, then you probably don’t need me to explain who Doctor Octopus is; but just in case you do, he’s basically got cybernetic tentacles grafted onto his spine now, and he didn’t before.
J. Jonah Jameson is a friend of the Hardy’s, and gets involved after being hand picked by Doc Ock to deliver the ransom. Sadly, the drop goes south when Peter butts in as Spider-man, and gets his ass handed to him. To make matters worse, Octavius takes Jonah captive, meaning double the ransom for double the hostages. Feeling a bit guilty for his royal screw up, Peter offers to deliver the next ransom payment without any of that superhero nonsense. This second attempt goes pretty smoothly until the Doc refuses to let Felicia and Jonah go free, since he’s now demanding more money (a good financier is hard to find). Everyone knows that two hostages is company, but three’s a crowd, so Dr. Octopus opts to violently launch Peter through an open window (and presumably to his death). Thankfully this allows him time to change into Spider-man so he can save the day, although not without incident (there’s a whole thing with a rocket that almost incinerates Felicia and JJ, but don’t worry it all works out).
The Verdict
Another enjoyable romp that faithfully re-introduces one of Spider-man’s more prominent rogues. There’s nothing about this interpretation of Doc Ock’s origin that I actively dislike, although I do find it a little too convenient how he’s independently tied to both the Hardy’s AND Peter Parker (check my Additional Observations below for more on that). Where this episode really shines is the action sequences, which are well animated, and deftly capture Spidey’s smooth acrobatic movements. In fact, the animation is so good that future octopus-centric episodes would come to reuse much of it as a cost cutting measure (a practice that this series would gain a reputation for).
3 stars (out of 5)
Additional Observations
Dr. Octopus joins The Lizard as the second villain on this show who has pre-existing ties to Peter’s personal life. In the comics most of Spidey’s initial villain roster were comprised of individuals who didn’t know Peter at all (or at least not until after they’d crossed paths with him as Spider-man), with the most notable exception being the green goblin. Even as a kid I always preferred it that way: A) Because it always seemed a bit more probable, and I was a nerd who cared about such things. B) It made the exceptions to that rule a bit more meaningful. Oh well, this is a kids show after all, and I can appreciate that the writers needed to take some story-telling shortcuts to accommodate the show’s runtime.
Young Peter's history with Octavius: We’re shown that Otto Octavius once ran a science camp that Peter attended as a boy. There, Octavius encouraged Peter in his own scientific pursuits, after the other kids tease him for causing a small chemical explosion. It’s nice to see young people being mentored in the sciences, but I find Otto Octavius’ inspirational advice somewhat dubious. Otto states, verbatim: “Their laughter is meaningless. Science is the important thing, it justifies ALL that we do in its service,” which is quite a concerning statement coming from a guy with a German accent. I might otherwise be inclined to argue that the writers had intended for this to demonstrate how his ethics were always questionable, but the scene plays out to warm inspirational music. Also, in the VERY next line Peter wonders aloud “What could have changed him?” Um. I dunno Pete, it kinda seems like his current actions and behaviour are all consistent with his previously established worldview, and you just overlooked it because he was being nice to you during an emotionally fragile time in your life.
Also, if you’re going to give children access to potentially dangerous chemical compounds (which I would advocate against, but that’s just me), the proper use of PPE should probably be more strongly enforced.
Oh, and don’t worry folks, Felicia is still down to give Peter another chance at that date. Pete’s wallcrawling typically gets in the way of his love life, so it’s always nice when he gets an occasional win.
Although, you may be wondering what has become of Mary Jane who was introduced triumphantly in the final moments of the previous episode. All I can say is that she’s not here this week, nor were the writers interested in addressing that subplot, but then I guess contending with metallic-tentacle-wielding psychopaths is probably a higher priority. At any rate, believe MJ be back with us next episode.
#spiderman the animated series#season 1: origins & intros#Doctor Octopus: Armed and Dangerous#cartoon review#retro review#spiderman tas#spiderman#doctor octopus#otto octavius#90s tv series#90s tv shows#90s tv#animated series#90s cartoons#saturday morning cartoons#felicia hardy#star trek tng#j jonah jameson#episodic nostalgia
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So, season 1
I had a blast
😁
Still somewhat reeling from the last episode tbh
So, what have we learned (other than the obvious that I love all the characters, who I refuse to rank because 😍 to them all)?
Phryne is a goddess, obviously. I suppose what I admire is that she has taken life by the horns. She is a fighter who still cares SO DEEPLY. She does not want to commit to one man (allegedly lol). But also I have a much better idea WHY she loves being (is compelled to be?) a private investigator. She can save others from suffering the fate she and her sister endured, she can save lives, and perhaps she can attone for the guilt she feels about not being able to solve the ONE case that mattered to her more than the rest. And with that solved now (?) what next?
Jack, arghjhgfdsjyhhgdjfh. Seriously :((( So, we have learned less about Jack. He is, after all, not the main focus and is unlikely to let slip much information unless under duress. He is a man of honour (to the point where I want to drop kick him, but we all have our crosses to bear). He went away to war a bright young thing, I suspect, and did not return the same. And while I find his wife's choice to leave him 😡, I am not blinded to the fact that she may have been dealing with too much to cope with and might not just be a heartless monster :/ I have no idea which one of them started divorce proceedings, or even if they are at that point yet. How long does that last? How long do I have to watch Jack manfully resist the urge to ravish Phryne. Can he cope? Can I cope? Will it be three fecking seasons? Probably 😫 I also know he is an honest copper who has compassion for some of the people he brings in. But do not cross him and DO NOT THREATEN PHRYNE. He WILL run down corridors screaming her name and he WILL fuck you up if you hurt her or anybody she loves! (that seems to go both ways)
Phrack - 😍😍😍😍😍😍😍 Obviously the sexual tension is delicious. Watching the restraint makes me hold my breath. It is also very 🥵 And don't think I haven't noticed, Phryne, that you've been dating a LOT less men recently! Small things I loved: I loved that Phryne asked for Jack's help. That must have taken a lot, to let him see her scared. I loved that Jack tried to make her believe she wasn't to blame for Janey's disappearance but when she wouldn't budge he didn't push. He knew that it would only make it worse and then did his utmost till the end of the season to help her. I love the fact that they respect each other so very much. And while they clearly want to jump each other at any given moment, they do not. Obviously this is to torture us!
Dot and Hugh (Dugh? Hot? Hottie? Yeah, Hottie I bet that's it 😆). I am kinda dreading bumpy roads ahead. I mean, they have had such a sweet early relationship, something is bound to put a stick in the spokes of their bicycle. I hope not. I have enough to deal with watching Phrack I don't need Hottie angst! Anyway, Dot has become even braver, and even MORE loyal to Phryne. Hugh has become even softer on her, if possible. And while he still has a dangerously weak stomach, he is gaining confidence (and bullet wounds). They are still wholesome and sweet and a rare sighting of out-of-uniform Hugh was a treat at Phyrne's birthday party 🥰 (because let's face it, that helmet does the guy NO favours 😆). EVERYBODY needs to be more sympathetic when Hugh is shot next time or I will be having words!!!
Jane. Well, obviously people are going to have to stop kidnapping her or I may have a heart attack. She's really turned into a wonderfully intelligent, sweet, brave girl. She is VERY lucky to have found Phryne, and Phryne is very luck to have her 😊
Mr Butler continues to be amazing, particularly when he's out of his tree on hash fudge 😆 but I can't help feeling he's going to be having some trauma from him being incapacititated by fudge, and then milk, and totally missing Foyle when he was in the house. I do hope he doesn't beat himself up too much over that 😞I hope he finds a new lady friend to help him get over his wife's death.
Bert and Cec look smashing in their penguin suits no matter WHAT they might think. I do very much enjoy Bert's sneaky little 😏 expression. And the poor chap has lost all his friends except Cec recently so I hope Cec is looking after him!
Aunt Prudence continues to be a force of nature. How rich IS she? That house and the grounds was HUGE!!!! It was very entertaining and touching meeting the extended family 🥰 and that episode was proper freaky. I am NOT one for costume balls, they are inherently freaksome 😕 I love Phyrne's relationship with both her cousins. And I hope we see them all again.
This is obviously not everything but this is already quite long. So, see you all in season 2
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EXCERPT from BOOK TEN (Spoilers! (Maybe...)) (via Diana Gabaldon on Twitter)
SIR
Half an hour later, the whisky bottle was empty, but all three of us were stone-cold sober, and there was a ball of cold dread in the pit of my stomach. According to William, Perseverance Wainwright was dead, and Lord John was missing—kidnapped by a man named Richardson. Or so Percy had said, before dying messily, poisoned on the hearth-rug in Lord John’s house.
Jamie rubbed a hand hard over his face, opened his eyes and looked at me, one eyebrow raised.
“Is it possible?” he said.
William’s lips pressed tight together and he made a noise that might have been a stifled snort.
“I shouldn’t be surprised that you think me a liar, sir. But ask yourself why I should tell you such a tale. Or why I should be here.”
“I have been,” Jamie said frankly. “Askin’ myself, I mean. And now I’m asking my wife.”
“Possible, yes,” I said, trying not to show just how disturbing that possibility was. “John’s brother—you know, the Duke-- sent me a note last year, asking me what herbs I’d recommend for the extermination of…um…pests. I wasn’t sure that he was serious—but I’ve never known Hal to make jokes.” Jamie made a noise that was definitely a snort.
“Oh, his Grace has a sense o’ humor,” he said, very cynical. “But ye’re right, he doesna make jests or play wi’ words like his brother. So, did ye answer him?”
“I did,” I said, exchanging stares with him. “On the basis of what I knew was growing in Savannah at the time, I told him that an alcoholic extract of foxglove would be poisonous, but he should take care in using it. I thought that he might be intending to use it on mice or rats,” I added defensively. “There are mice in most houses in Savannah—and cockroaches.”
Both of them snorted. I ignored this.
“But do you actually think Hal intended to—to poison someone, a person, I mean? Or Percy, specifically? Because your description of his symptoms sounds very much like foxglove poisoning—but from what you say, it sounds as though Percy got hold of a bottle of poisoned brandy entirely by accident, doesn’t it?”
“God only knows.” William closed his eyes briefly, and I saw how tired he was, his young face lined and smeared with the grime of long riding. He summoned his strength, though, and straightened.
“I don’t care how or why Percival—or Perseverance—Wainwright happened to die in Lord John’s house. He came to tell me where Lord John was, and—and why.”
Why.
Jamie glanced at me, then fixed his gaze on William.
“So his lordship is—to the best o’ your knowledge—being held aboard a ship called Pallas, in the hands of a man called Richardson, whom ye ken yourself as a right bastard that’s tried to kill you more than once—and now he’s said he means to kill Lord John?”
“Yes.”
“But ye dinna ken why?”
William rubbed his hands hard over his face and shook his head.
“I told you what bloody Wainwright told me. How would I know whether it’s the truth? It sounds--” He flung out his hands in a violent, hopeless gesture.
Jamie and I exchanged a quick glance. How, indeed? It sounded like insanity to William; it sounded much worse to me, and to Jamie.
Jamie cleared his throat and set both hands on his desk.
“I suppose that bit doesna really matter, aye? Whether we believe it or not, I mean. The only thing to do is to find where his lordship is, and get him back.”
It was said so simply that I smiled, despite the situation, and William’s bunched shoulders dropped a little.
“You make it sound so easy,” he said. His voice was dry, but the note of strain in it had gone.
“Mmphm. How long have ye been on the road, lad?”
“Don’t call me ‘lad’,” William said, automatically. “Three months, more or less. Looking for my fa—for Lord John, or for my uncle. I can’t find him, either.”
“Aye. Well, twenty-four hours willna alter your prospects of findin’ either one. Eat, wash, and rest now. We’ll lay our plans tomorrow.”
He turned his head to look out the window, then glanced thoughtfully back at William. It was nearly evening, but the yard and the nearby trees were still alive with people and I could tell what he was thinking. So could William.
“Who do you mean to tell…them—” he nodded toward the window, “—that I am? A lot of them saw me. And Frances knows.”
Jamie leaned back a little, looking at his son. _His son_, and I felt, rather than saw, the warmth that touched him at the thought.
“Ye dinna have to say who ye are.” He caught William’s skeptical glance at his face. “We’ll say you’re--my cousin Murtagh’s lad, if ye like.”
I swallowed a startled laugh that went down the wrong way, and two pairs of dark blue eyes looked austerely down two long, straight noses at me.
“I’ve done with lies,” William said abruptly, and shut his mouth, hard. Jamie gave him a long, thoughtful look, and nodded.
“There’s no way back from the truth, ken?”
“I don’t have to speak Scotch, do I?”
“I’d pay money to see ye try, but no.” He took a deep breath and glanced at me. “Just say your mother was English, and she’s dead, God rest her soul.”
“If anyone asks,” I said, trying to be reassuring. Jamie made a brief Scottish noise.
“They’re Scots, Sassenach,” he said. “Everyone will ask. They just may not ask us.”
Music was beginning to gather, fiddlers and drummers and zitherers coming down from the woods; there would be dancing as soon as it grew dark.
“Come with me, William,” I said. “I’ll find you some food.”
He took a breath that went down to the soles of his boots and stood up.
“Thank you, sir,” he said to Jamie, bowing slightly.
“Surely you needn’t go on calling him ‘sir’,” I said, glancing from one man to the other. “I mean…not now.”
“Aye, he does,” Jamie said dryly. “All the other things he might call me are things he can’t--or won’t. ‘Sir’ will do.” Flicking a hand in dismissal of the matter, he rose from his chair, grimacing slightly at the effort needed to do it without bracing himself with his hands.
“You know,” William said, in a conversational tone, “there was a time when you called _me_ “sir”. He didn’t wait to see if there was a response to this, but went out and down the hall toward the kitchen, his steps light on the boards.
“Why, you little _bastard_,” I said, though I was more amused than shocked, and so was Jamie, from the twitch at the corner of his mouth. “Fine thing to say to someone you’ve just asked for help!”
“Aye, well, I suppose it depends who ye say it to.” Jamie lifted one shoulder and dropped it. “He was six, the last time I called him that.”
[Excerpt from Untitled Book Ten, Copyright 2022 Diana Gabaldon]
#outlander book 10#outlander#claire fraser#jamie fraser#william ransom#william fraser#diana gabaldon
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The first meeting: Dr.Mei
Before Dr.Mei closed her eyes for the last time she remembered the moment with her best friend, [Name]
In high school, the day Dr.Mei met [Name], when Dr.Mei wanted to fall from the school roof because she almost fainted because of the bullying she received, Dr.Mei [Name] saved Dr.Mei with a sincere heart
After saving Dr. Mei [Name] took him to the infirmary to make sure Dr. Mei was okay
After Dr.Mei woke up, [Name] was no longer there, she went back to class, but when she took a break, she would come back, that's what the doctor said
During Break [Name] actually came back for Dr.Mei but Dr.Mei had disappeared, the Doctor said Dr.Mei had gone to class after she woke up
A few days later Dr.Mei couldn't stop thinking about [Name] she wondered whether he really helped her with good intentions or not. Of course Dr.Mei knew that [Name] was a popular child because of her good heart and she was also beautiful but was it true? the girl who helped Dr. Mei
Not long after, [Name] appeared in front of Dr. Mei and smiled gently at him. Dr. Mei was surprised by [Name]'s appearance. After staring at each other for a long time, they finally decided to talk on the school roof
"Hey, do you remember you almost fell from here?" said [Name] who was trying to talk to Dr.Mei, Dr.Mei was just silent of course she remembered that, that was the incident that almost made her die
"Yeah and why are you helping me!? It's not like everyone hates me and maybe you're just pretending to be nice to me like the others!" Dr.Mei is very fed up with [Name]'s behavior of pretending to be nice to her but that's not true. [Name] is indeed very kind to everyone no matter what their status is, not because Dr.Mei is a nerd but it's from a sincere heart [Name]
"I'm not pretending to you Mei, I've always watched you from afar from the first day we entered this school until now. I'm sorry I didn't help you in the first place. If you hadn't avoided me in the first place, maybe I could have helped" [Name] said really Honestly, the fact that he doesn't hate Dr. Mei has been placed in Dr. Mei's heart
Dr.Mei doesn't know what this feeling is, she's not sure whether it's happy or sad or angry, she doesn't, the point is, she really wants to cry for the first time in front of other people, finally someone is good to her, that's all, she's grateful because someone loves her, but on the other hand On the other hand, he was annoyed why he avoided a child as good as [Name] who had always wanted to help him
After that day Dr.Mei and [Name] became close friends for the first time. Dr.Mei felt what friendship meant. She hoped that this could continue forever without any problems.
When you were in second year of high school, you met a kind-hearted young man named Su, he didn't look at anyone's status and also became a new friend for you. Su was really good to everyone, he knew you because [Name] was almost kidnapped by a stranger but luckily There was Su who saved him. The next day they met in front of the school gate. They didn't realize that they were at the same school and in the end they became good friends
And you also know Kevin who likes Dr.Mei since he entered this school and Kevin became Su's friend and became our friend too even though Kevin had to try to convince Dr.Mei and [Name] first.
Many years have passed, we 4 friends entered Month and became the best among others and Dr.Mei was treated well, you also met many new friends
But everything was destroyed because Honkai you were rarely together because of our work
During the war against the Herrscher of End, Dr.Mei, who had been infected with the deadly Honkai Disease, lied to her friend that the disease had subsided, but actually it was getting worse. Dr.Mei was able to survive because of Su's medicine, when both of her friends were about to return to Earth, Dr.Mei had already stated that died, Su explained everything but Dr.Mei left a letter for you and a baby made from Kevin's blood and Dr.Mei who made him their child, for [Name] Dr.Mei made beautiful flower accessories made from Cecilia flowers very flowers [Name] liked and for Su only messages, requests and support were not many but Su received, messages for his project, requests to always be by Kevin and [Name]'s side and support for Su's relationship with [Name]
After Dr. Mei died everything really changed
End~
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so the thing for me about Tom Hartnell is that I think he and Hickey generally have similar motivations for kidnapping Silna - I think they both want Crozier’s approval pretty badly. Hickey wants to deepen the perceived friendly relationship he has with the captain, but for Tom specifically.... Maybe I project or i see things that aren’t there, but I think Tom is pretty lost at the start of the series, even into episode 4. He’s just lost his brother and things on the ships have gone from bad to worse, and let’s be real, nobody on this show is very good at taking care of someone in emotional pain so Tom’s suffering alone. (His very sincere expression of condolence to Silna when she loses her father does not escape me.) This is a grief-stricken young man who hears an idea that might help the group and ingratiate him to the captain in one fell swoop, of course he jumps on it! And I don’t think Tom really harbors ill will towards Silna either; even after they bring her back to the ships he’s pushing other men away, insisting that she needs to immediately go to the captain. (Hickey and Manson notably don’t defend her a bit, and Armitage is nowhere to be found of course.) (And yeah, Tom participating in Hickey’s evil scheme is still bad! He shouldn’t have done that! But at least he has a shred of compassion for her which his companions DON’T. I know, the bar is on the floor, but whatever.)
But I think all three of the men who get lashed for the kidnapping react so differently, and Hartnell zigs where the others zag. The lashing is what really turns Hickey on Crozier, and Manson follows Hickey because Hickey doesn’t treat him like he’s “bad” I think. But for Tom, the lashing is a wakeup call. He realizes he’s becoming someone he never wanted to be. I think that if the lashing had NOT occurred, he easily could have ended up a mutineer with the rest of them. I do not think it is a coincidence that Hickey recruits a lonely, grieving Tom Hartnell to help kidnap Silna and then later recruits a bitter, grieving Sergeant Tozer as his second-in-command for the mutiny.
I am also always really intrigued by his relationship with Manson, it always seems to me like Tom almost takes Manson under his wing - I love the scene in episode 5 with Hartnell and Manson vs Irving, wherein Hickey swoops in (clearly the hero of the moment) to rescue Manson more effectively than Hartnell does - Tom tries to fend off Irving’s wrath by getting Manson to acquiesce, just put his head down and do what he’s told, and when Hickey arrives he puts himself between Manson and Irving, and he offers Manson a solution to make him more comfortable while still getting the job done. That’s THE MOMENT that cements Manson’s place as Team Hickey. The scene where Tom is killed in episode 9 has echoes of this, too. Tom dies after trying to reach out to Manson one more time, he thinks he can get through to Manson again and get him to see reason, but the thing is that Tom has NEVER really been the one who gets through to Manson, as much as Manson likes the guy. Reading between the lines, I also feel like Tom sort of abandons his friendship with Manson in favor of growing closer to Crozier and Blanky, and that costs both him and Manson a lot in the long run. I don’t think Tom is wrong, of course, to prioritize his own needs and his own truth....but Manson makes his choice, and he picks the person he perceives as being there for him.
But in making his choice, I wonder if Tom doesn’t sell himself a little short. Tbh it is really hard for me to wrap my 21st century brain around 19th century values (possibly why i like hickey so much hehe) and all I can think of is..... Tom did NOT deserve to be flogged no matter how much he thinks he did! What he did was wrong, but humiliation and pain aren’t the answer either! So there’s a bit of an “ick” factor for me with how close he grows to Crozier by the end and I have some....conflicting feelings about how I feel about that, from Crozier’s perspective mostly. Tom gets what he wanted, which is purpose and recognition and respect, I just hate that it takes him getting flogged to get him there, and I don’t know why Manson doesn’t deserve the same grace Tom receives. Crozier cannot help what era he lives in so I’m not blaming him, persay, but, as touching as the moment is, there’s something that feels....off, to me, when Crozier cradles and comforts Tom as he dies when Manson is standing right there, having committed the same infractions Tom did a year ago and receiving none of the redemption. Is it just because Tom repents? Because Tom is good and brave and openly will side with his captain when the captain needs him? Here, maybe, is the thesis statement: if someone on this expedition is in emotional turmoil, they need support from their captain because if they don’t get it from their superior officers, they’ll get it from Hickey. We see this play out with Hartnell, we see it play out with Manson, we see it play out with Tozer. And again, this isn’t a condemnation of Crozier because he can’t help that it’s 1848 and nobody knows what mental health means! But the show itself is certainly critiquing that attitude in more ways than just this one, the same way it critiques pretty much everything about 1840s british culture.
I really like how The Terror uses various characters’ storylines to mirror each other; out of every character, it’s Tom Hartnell who’s really the show’s anti-Hickey. Hartnell gets what Hickey initially wanted (respect and camaraderie with the captain) and Hartnell, despite any of his flaws, is what Crozier perhaps hoped Hickey would become - smart and brave, yes, but also selfless and kind.
#tom hartnell#the terror#i'm so sorry this is all over the place i just cannot ever condense my thoughts about hartnell but this is. a lot of it.#meta#text post
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❄️ and ☔ ?
❄️From Healer Tobirama AU:
What's worse were the constant calls for peace. They were winning and they didn’t even want to fight, or so Hashirama kept claiming.
In a convoluted way, this was their fault. If the Senju hadn't been so damn dominant no one would have dared to think of the Uchiha as weak. A former ally would never have targeted Madara's own little brother. If things continued like this, there wouldn't be any Uchiha left to punish them for it -- lost to death, or desertion or simple exhaustion as opportunistic enemies mounted on every side.
In the end, the decision hadn't been nearly as complicated as Madara had been trying to make it.
Accept peace. Give his clan a little breathing room. Do it before he lost everyone he cared about. Izuna might complain, say the Senju weren't to be trusted, but that would be a much harder argument to make if one of them managed to save his life. And if he couldn't do it, if he betrayed them, it hardly mattered at this point. Madara would either lose everything, or he would not. And it all rested on the shoulders of one man.
☔Hahaha oh my god i have so many. I'll do a lightning round:
Young Iruka messes with the hirashin and ends up traveling back in time. He gets picked up by the Senju and tells them that the 9 tailed foxed destroyed his village (true). He gets into conflict and/or friendship and/or ship ship with Tobirama, based off of the fact that they're both learning sealing. (Tobirama is better, but Iruka is working with future knowledge)
I actually have so many time travel aus that I'm not sure I'll ever get into. 4th war tobirama time traveling back alone and not being able to release himself from edo tensei because he feels like his work is never done. Or Tobirama and Hashirama going back into their young bodies to try and save their brothers (which i wrote a one shot about. But there's More). Or Madara 'wins' the war but leaves tobirama out of eternal tsukuyomi to punish him and only realizes that he's been manipulated once everyone else has been eaten up by the god tree, and now tobirama is the only one who can go back with him (with some bonus tobiizu flavor where tobirama and izuna were kinda friends, but tobirama watched Izuna's descent into zetsu manipulation and blamed the uchiha clan for it).
Also a oneshot that is longer in my brain: the 'butsuma put a curse seal on tobirama' fic actually has a long angst fill version in my head where izuna notices some shit has changed + ends up kidnapping tobirama into his clan to keep him safe from his father.
That AU where Tobirama is handed over to the Fire Temple as a relatively young child. (To write how I'm imagining would require me to do a lot of research into Buddhism and Shinto, among other things and when I have SO MUCH that I want to write more I just don't see it happening, at least not for a long time)
HikaTobi fic that's just canon compliant pining and angst, where they're aware that they like each other but never act on it because of political reasons + guilt for liking someone from the other clan + ESPECIALLY guilt in Hikaku's case for liking the person who killed izuna. Hikaku asks Tobirama to come back safely during the first war, but he does not.
#oops! no writing tag#naruto blog for naruto things#thats not even. a fraction. HELP.#healer au#stray aus
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Spy School (2008)
While I didn't enjoy this film, that doesn't mean you won't. No matter what I say, the people involved in this project did it: they actually made a movie. That's something to be applauded. With that established...
If you can get over the misleading title, preposterous story, lousy performances and broad characters… Spy School is still a bad movie. It does have a certain charm, however. Your kids will probably like it but if you watch it with them, be prepared to stifle your chuckles. Even the slightest scrutiny will make this house of cards tumble.
Thomas Miller (Forrest Landis) will tell a tall tale in a minute if he thinks it’ll get him out of trouble and loves to prank his classmates. When he stumbles upon a conspiracy to kidnap the President’s daughter (Taylor Momsen) while she’s visiting his upcoming school dance, he doesn’t know who to turn to, except for his best friend, Jackie (AnnaSophia Robb).
Don’t let that title fool ya. If you wait for spies to show up in Spy School or for some reveal that the kids are training to be junior agents… you’ll be waiting past the end credits. The closest thing we get are some scenes of Thomas in a tuxedo. I guess he tries to spy on people to find out who’s at the head of the conspiracy to kidnap the young lady but that’s a stretch.
Once you get over that initial shock, you’ve got a run-of-the-mill “boy who cried wolf” story. This plot would be over in minutes if Thomas could convince someone of what’s coming but he’s got to learn a lesson (or at least he does in theory, I’m not sure he’s learned anything by the time the adventure ends). “Spy School” is predictable at every turn, except when the filmmaking gets in the way. At one point, a man we've just been introduced to kicks away a ball in anger just as its kid owner is about to grab it. AHA! A clue! There’s no way they can be good because they’re mean to kids! Nope. It’s just a coincidence that means nothing.
Speaking of coincidences, this film is packed with them. Thomas overhears the kidnappers' phone ring as they talk about their plan. He doesn't see their face but he has a lead. Unfortunately, every adult at the school - including the janitor - has the same ringtone, meaning Thomas doesn’t know who to trust. Think about that. At several points, people have to be at the right time and at the right place in order for the boy to hold his own against the bad adults. Either they’re all very unlucky or this film’s writing is sloppy. You decide!
If that was the worst of it, you might still give Spy School a pass. Thomas Miller and AnnaSophia Robb play each other well. Generally, I’d call the kids good actors, particularly considering the material they’ve been given. The adults, however, leave much to be desired. The film’s ultimate villain, in particular, is awful. It’s as if they shot all of his scenes in reverse chronological order because he’s not good at first and then just gets worse as the picture goes on.
Spy School severely overestimates how likeable its hero is and often, the writing is so bad, so predictable you can have a good time predicting out loud what’ll happen next. The jokes you can make at the film's expense only go so far to make this an entertaining picture, however. Even kids will be disappointed, particularly since they could be watching Spy Kids instead. (April 17, 2020)
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