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gtseven7 · 4 years

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My Seven Idols

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Summary:

Got7 as highschoolers as they deal with graduation and college at the same time starting up their own Youtube channel as idols.

A/N:

So this is chapter 1. Really, I wasnt supposed to write this thing but it has been bugging me for months and I just cant shake it off okay? I tried resisting thinking, dude you're on your way to the juicy parts of Seven Princes. But whelp I lost a battle within myself and wrote this anyway. I hope you guys like it!

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The click-clacking of the keyboard echoed in the room as Y/N furiously typed the remaining subtitle of the video she had been editing the last few nights. Hitting the export button, the brunette could finally exhale and relax. The beach aesthetic video she had been working on was now in the process of being complete. She just has to wait till it loads to a hundred and her hard work will pay off. Smiling to herself, she minimized the editing software and opened up her InstaBook. She scrolled leisurely, seeing the pictures of her peers and some from her photographer idols. Y/N was examining an aesthetic cityscape picture from one of her favorite photo blogs, Def, when her notification alerted her of a great news. Ding! And the words that popped up from the right corner of her screen made her screech. As it was almost midnight, she had to restrain herself and not wake her parents. But she can’t help the giggle that escaped her mouth. She quickly clicked the pop up. It said: pjy_01 updated his profile picture. When the picture loaded, Y/N's jaw almost unhinged. Park Jinyoung a.k.a. Mr. Student Council President rarely posts a picture of himself. His feed was usually just books, food and random sceneries. He did have few self-taken pictures and Y/N was happy with it (some of them are really just bad quality but she’ll take it) but this one? This one’s just beautiful, amazing, gift from the heavens. He was sitting on a comfy white couch, staring directly at the camera with puppy eyes. His white button up was slightly unbuttoned(!!) as he wore an innocent face and a cute peace sign as a cherry on top. Y/N was just about to scream and jump around. But before that, she made sure to save the picture in her Jinyoung Stash folder. “Woah. What is this Jinyoung? You should always post things like this. I’ll be a happy woman.” She sighed dreamily, staring at her screen but missed the notification of her software that finished exporting her video.

Y/N was rudely interrupted when her phone suddenly rang. Not even looking at the caller id, she answered the call with an annoyed tone. “What?” No one would be phoning her at this time other than her best friend. “Yo chill out Y/N.” Youngjae laughed at the other end, knowing he most likely disturbed her from her hobby. Which isn’t entirely false, he just didn’t know that the hobby at the moment was staring at their president and not videography. ”It’s midnight Youngjae, what do you need?” She elicited another hearty laugh from the guy. Any other circumstance, she’ll laugh along since his laugh is contagious but this time was not it. “Well?”

“Geez, aren’t you such a joy tonight. I’m just gonna ask if you already finished the essay homework due tomorrow.”

Blank silence. It was then that Y/N laughed at the ridiculing situation. Homework? Was there ever one? And she voiced it out, still half cheerful and half threatening. Youngjae might be pranking her once again. “The essay homework Mr. Kwon asked us to do. The one about Romeo and Juliet. Don’t tell me you don’t remember?” Youngjae chuckled a little too, thinking that his friend was making fun of him. When the only sound he heard was the bark of his cute dog Coco beside him, Youngjae started to sweat. “You haven’t done a single thing didn’t you?!”

“I think I’m gonna puke. Youngjae-ahh~ What do I do?!”

Y/N's eyes bugged out, realizing that yes, there is indeed an essay due tomorrow. And it is for Mr. Kwon’s subject, her most feared teacher. Oh how that teacher terrifies her whole being. How could she be so stupid?! “Youngjae!!! What do I do? What do I do?!” Panic was starting to rise from her gut, her heart beating too fast that even midnight coffee can’t do. Add the obvious panic in her bestfriend’s voice on the other end, it made things worse for her. “I don’t know! Uh… I can lend you mine? Just modify some parts. Paraphrase things…”

“Oh my God Youngjae I love you. You’re the best!!”

“You owe me one Y/N.”

“I do, I do. Thanks so much.”

They bid goodnight to each other, Youngjae promising to pick her up from her house so she won’t be late; she once again praised his goodness before hanging up. And as promised, he sent her his homework, Jinyoung’s picture on her screen forgotten. Y/N once again typed relentlessly through the night.

“I bet Jinyoung never had a problem like this. Y/N you must do better!”

That motivation fueled her to write the essay about Romeo and Juliet even if she didn’t understand what it was about aside from it being a romance story. Little did the sophomore videographer know, her high pedestaled president sat on his chair under the dim light of his study desk at the same time as her. He was hunched in concentration on the essay he stalled on doing days before it was to be submitted.

No words flowed, his pen stuck mid-air. “Argh. What the heck is this shit about anyway?” Jinyoung huffed as he crumpled his nth paper and tossed it in the bin beside him. His brain was not cooperating with him that night and it’s just frustrating. Why does he have to explain why the economy of their country is not thriving as it used to? It’s just plain bullshit to be honest. He had mountains of council work the past few days and he wasn’t able to attend few classes including the class he was supposed to write this essay for. This is why he hates skipping, when things like this essay arrive, he doesn’t know what to do. He didn’t have time to read up everything that’s why he just went straight to bluffing his way out of the conclusion of the paper. The distracting noise of the instrument app on Jaebeom’s phone didn’t help him much either. “You have your own room, your own bed. Why are you always here?” His housemate just shrugged and continued his melody making. It was sounding good to be honest, not that his friend ever made a bad song but the other’s process was just making the writing too difficult for him. “How can I even finish when you distract me like this?”

“One, Jinyoung, it was your fault for not doing it earlier. Two, you are not distracted by my music. You just don’t want to do that stupid paper.”

And it hit him too well. He’s right. Most times, Jaebeom’s music calms him but this time his brain just straight up refuses to do a thing. His long haired companion exited the app after saving his work. Jaebeom laid down on Jinyoung’s bed. He patted the space beside him, encouraging the other to lie down with him and sleep. “Don’t push yourself too hard. Get some sleep first, you’ve had a harsh week.”

“Get out of my bed.”

“Hmm…”

And with that, Jaebeom closed his eyes to sleep. He’s not a fast sleeper per se, he’s just waiting for Jinyoung to join him but he didn’t. He opened his eyes just a slit saw the student body president scribbling again with a determined face.

Few hours after, it was almost three in the morning. Jinyoung has to get up at six to prepare for their eight o’clock class. He doesn’t like not sleeping properly but for the sake of that damned paper, he had to sacrifice. He sighed once again and turned off the lamp. Looking to his right, he saw his friend sleeping peacefully, facing him from the farther half of the bed. Jinyoung shook his head in exasperation. He sat on the unoccupied side and stared at his friend of ten years. His face lax and serene. The nose ring glints under the soft glow of the stars from the window. Jinyoung’s hand inched towards the other’s face, stopping midway. He clenched his fist and brought it back to himself. ‘Ah, I really wanna remove that nose ring so badly.’

Morning came and the sunlight was harsh on Y/N’s face. She finished her essay in time, luckily. She trudged along the hallways of their small house, the only thing that woke her up completely was the smell of fresh bacon being cooked. She quickly ate her breakfast, showered and said goodbye to her parents with a tired smile. The sound of the bell announced the arrival of Youngjae by their door. She opened it and her friend almost screamed bloody murder. “I thought a zombie came out to eat me.”

“Shut up.”

Youngjae laughed and slung an arm on her shoulders. He ruffled her already messy hair further. “Did you finish the write up?” She gave a gloomy thumb’s up while yawning, earning a giggle from the boy. “Ah seriously, you should take care of your studies more Y/N.”

“Says you. You were up all night long playing. I can see it on the bags under your eyes.”

“At least I finished my work before doing so, unlike someone I know…”

Y/N clicked her tongue in disapproval but she knows he’s right though. “I got carried away with the good shots I had when me and Yeji went to the beach last week. Aah, I made such a good video last night.” Youngjae smiled at her friend as he watched her walk half asleep.

Y/N and Youngjae were friends since they were toddlers. With their mothers practically sisters because of their closeness, and their houses are just one backyard away from each other, the two developed a close friendship. Oftentimes they’d be hanging out in their places, playing video games or reading comics. Although when they started to grow up more, they drifted away slightly, having different circles of friends. That didn’t bother the two of them though. They thought that it’s better to have their friendship outside school so that they won’t get sick seeing each other’s faces all the time. With this, they rarely go to school together anymore. Their classmates are in the dark about their closeness as well.

Youngjae pulled out his phone and scrolled his pictures. He suddenly got excited about showing his bestfriend about his dog’s new outfit he bought recently. “Y/N, Y/N, look at Coco. I bought a new shirt. It’s so cute.” He practically shoved the phone on her eyes but it didn’t matter much to her as she was as excited as him. They practically raised that cute dog together. “Omo! Coco’s so adorable!” They were both bouncing on their steps as they look at the dog’s pictures posing differently with each new clothing. The two of them were cooing. “Ah, Coco is such a joy.”

"Y/N!”

They both stopped on their tracks when they heard a familiar voice. It was Yeji, Y/Ns other bestfriend outside Youngjae (he’s still the bestest but Yeji doesn’t know that). She happily waved at her two classmates, a teasing smile forming on her face already. ‘Youngjae and Y/N walking together eh? How interesting!’

Yeji’s appearance was their cue to head apart so Y/N smiled at Youngjae and said goodbye. “See ya later in class!” He just hummed in agreement, seeing as his peers are also in sight. He waved at Yeji and parted with Y/N He walked towards his other friends and greeted them.

"So Youngjae huh?”

“What about him?”

“Nothing…” Which wasn’t true because now she is sporting a silly smile on her face. Probably imagining things outside of this world and conjuring up different ways how her friend and Youngjae fall in love. Yeji is a fangirl at heart and she just ships everybody. She never imposes it to everyone though, she’s just happy to think about it and keep it to herself. Amazingly enough though, the people she secretly shipped usually ends up together at some point. But Y/N knows her too well and she knows the outlandish things going in her mind right now. “We just happened to meet along the way Yeji.”

“I didn’t say anything!”

The school entrance as it always is, was full of commotion. More so today than usual. Y/N saw a hoard of students lining up the gate with annoyed expressions. ‘Ah, it’s probably President Jinyoung.’ She giggled to herself, happy to see him early in the morning. She’s still a little bit over the moon with his latest picture. “Do I look okay?”, that question snapped Y/N out of her daydream (the picture still lingering at the back of her mind). Yeji took out a small mirror and checked herself out. She combed her hair with her fingers, checked her uniform, straightened everything that doesn’t look ironed out. “You know he just nags at those who violate badly. We’ll never get reprimanded.” Yeji breathed deeply as she puts her mirror back to her bag. “I’m just making sure you know. I don’t want those cold eyes stare at me. It’s scary.” Y/N wanted to protest, ‘Jinyoung’s not scary! It’s a part of his charm!’ but a whine stopped her from doing so. While they were talking, they have pushed inside the crowd to get in and not be late for class. They reached the front where Jinyoung was standing sternly, his mouth thinned in disapproval. “Bhuwakul. How many times do I have to confiscate that earrings of yours?!”

“Why are you so keen on getting these anyway? Would I do better in my tests if I don’t wear them?” The boy, with his id lace yellow (which means he’s a *freshie), was so close to stomping his feet. But Jinyoung was not fazed and just stared at the boy with a piercing stare. “If you wear them, would you do better? No right? So hand them to me. You violated the school dress code. Come get it at my office after school.”

The people around them were murmuring, Y/N even caught what the others are saying. They think that Jinyoung was being unreasonable and harsh for no reason. ‘Which isn’t true! He just cares about what the students of this school looks like.' The sophomore turned to glare at the onlookers that defamed their president. ‘Ungrateful fools.’ But she was startled when the tall boy (oh my he’s tall) beside the one named Bhuwakul spoke innocently. “Let him be, he probably just wants to wear your earrings.” Even Yuna, the student council secretary, was shocked at the carefree manner of his dialogue. The president just raised his right eyebrow, “Kim Yugyeom, button up your uniform and tie your necktie properly.” and reprimanded the other freshie without hesitation. Yugyeom grimaced a bit but did what he was told. ‘You should be the one buttoning your clothes last night President huhu’

Despite the commotion at the front gate (which happens almost everyday as Jinyoung loves to greet the student body with “Rule # 5 under the clause of the dress code law….), Y/N and the students of their campus managed to get to their class safely. When they entered their homeroom, Y/N and Yeji was greeted by Ga Young, another friend of theirs. It seemed that she had only arrived a few minutes before them. “Yo! Entrance was pretty hectic today.”

Yeji made a face and flipped her brow wavy hair away from her face as if she was hassled on their way over. “Ugh, don’t tell us. We had to push our way out earlier.” They both giggled and chattered mindlessly about the events that morning.

“Don’t you think the foreigner freshie earlier was kind of cute?” Ga Young said dreamily, looking at the ceiling as if he could see his face there. “Oh, that one with the earrings?”

“Yep. We’re blessed with another foreigner beauty.” That’s true, the videographer thought. He’d look good on camera.

“Yeon Seo isn’t a foreigner.” Y/N countered, debating that her friend’s crush wasn’t exactly from another country. He grew up in their city just like everyone else is.

“He’s a half-half though.”

“The tall freshie had a face too.”

Yeji and Ga Young started to talk about the new eye candy they found. Those two are fans of idols, especially the amateur ones they have in their school. Y/N absentmindedly listened to the two’s gossip. Sometimes she thinks she’s in a webtoon or something. These kinds of things exist on books and comics even dramas that she consumes. Y/N still can’t believe such things are in her reality. Aren’t groups of popular boys with a cheesy group name only in fiction? She wondered if it’s possible that this is not a real world.

“But you know, I heard rumors that Bhuwakul's gay.”

That piqued Y/N's interest. Not that there’s any problem with being gay, the rumor just caught her interest. Not many people are brave enough to admit their sexuality in their community so it was pretty interesting.

“Eh? Who told you?”

“My freshie cousin told me. He said that he’s close with girls and gives fashion advice. He’s on the softer side as well.”

Huh… Y/N thought it was a baseless rumor after all. “That doesn’t mean he’s gay though.”

“That’s true.”

When the talk about the foreign freshie Bhuwakul ended, the other two started to talk about their favorite topic once again. The Five Roses. Y/N was just done with that subject and had heard enough to last her a lifetime. She couldn’t even understand why the girls in their school seemed to be under their spell. In Y/N’s opinion, they aren’t that good looking. Heck, even Mr. Cold Eyes Jinyoung was much more handsome. ‘Especially if they saw last night’s picture. How come they don’t talk about it?!’

“Ji Woo looked handsome today too!”

‘Oh come on, even Youngjae looks better than that guy.’ At the thought of her bestfriend, she turned to glance at him. He seemed to have caught her and gave him those warm sunny smiles that made her heart beat a bit faster. Even if she doesn’t consider her childhood friend as a man, she’s sure that he’s a good looking guy.

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#got7 #got7 fanfic #got7 scenarios #got7 imagines #jackson wang #park jinyoung #kim yugyeom #mark tuan #bambam #choi youngjae #im jaeboem #got7 fic #my seven idols

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chrsitophwaltz · 5 years

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MICKEY MEETS FC BAYERN (PART 2/4)

for the entire houston clownery experience click here

psa: excuse my face and the pic qualities. up until this happened i haven’t really taken pictures of myself (less than 10 in the past two years for family and work purposes and NEVER selfies) and when you meet people you’ve only seen on TV in a very unexpected circumstance, then don’t expect your brain and motor functions to work 100%.

in the meantime, The Queen kathleen krüger showed up dragging a little carry on-sized bag. i really wanted a pic but i knew she always likes to be in the background so i just settled for a cheery greeting. she was shy-ish but super nice!

me: *trying to speak german again after 5 years* guten morgen!”

kathleen: *surprised that i recognized her but was super nice* morgen! wie geht’s?

me: sehr gut, danke. und dir? ( i used dir since she used informal and she didn’t look like it offended her or anything dsjfsdjf)

kathleen: oh, sehr gut auch. tschüss!

bless her heart! too bad she might lock niko up and issue a restraining order against me when we see each other next though sndmfbdsmnfbsnmdf

shortly after javi and kathleen left, thiago was next. it took a little while for him to get to me since other people also asked for pics and autographs. when he finally got to me and was signing my shirt, i really just had to tell him “hey thiago, you’re so good! you make it look so easy!” he laughed at that and said thanks. so nice and such a 🐐

i heard a distinct chuckle and Mr. Bayern himself came out. he was doing his usual thomas müller thing (it’s hard to describe but y’all prolly know what i mean) and was gamely eating a big banana when i asked for another autograph and picture (i got his autograph and picture at the hotel reception on friday already; this is the second time).

me: “hi thomas! could we take a picture again and have you sign my shirt?”

thomas: “ofhrjhf sjdjshfueh” (i’m positive he said “oh sure” or something, but with a mouth full of banana)

so nice! (and he didn’t show his usual cheeky müller grin, incisors and all, because, well........banana)

okay, here’s a tricky part. sven and leon came out almost simultaneously. sven was slightly first and i asked for the usual combo, and we were both already posed for the picture when i saw leon trying to zip by. greedy binch that i am, my intention was to get both of them in the frame. two birds, one stone. so i said “leon!” to call him over. B U T sven probably thought i was ignoring him and didn’t want his pic at all!!!!!!!!!! he mumbled “oh.....leon” and walked away (i think he probably meant “oh you wanted leon...”) NO SVEN!!!!! I WANTED YOU BOTH COME BACK!!!!! he was gone though and while i was excited to see leon and his beautiful curly hair again (idk if he recognized me but he had this look like “hmmmm...?” and he retweeted me just the night before sdbdmnbnd), i was panicking about the sven incident. it was bittersweet and i decided to really go to that t-mobile thing later on in the day so i could apologize to sven.

this is also prolly why i had this fugly half-assed smile (S VE N!!!!! ;__;)

(also note that leon is wearing lewy’s training shirt sjfbanmfbsahdfd idk why i didn’t ask)

O K A Y.

around this time was the part where i met niko. but since that whole shebang is a whole other experience in itself, i’m dedicating the entirety of part 4 to it. maybe it’s for the best too since it was just........g o d!!!!!! (kathleen krüger, i really hope you aren’t ever gonna see this blog, but in the off chance that you do, i’m sorry you had to see all that sdnfbndmfabnmfnd s o r r y)

anyway, that niko incident led me to run out of the hotel like it was on fire (told y’all, long story) so it was outside that i got to meet The Chef! he still looked kinda sleepy and was nursing a cup of coffee but was still nice enough to indulge me with a pic and autograph!

L M A O

okay. so, after serge got up on the bus, and while i was studiously avoiding kathleen’s stare (huehue s o r r y), manu came out. a lot of fans had already gathered behind the barriers outside and manu was a crowd favorite so everybody was screaming for him. i was still near the bus entrance and was standing in front of the barrier and two guys behind me were jumping and asking manu to autograph their replica world cup trophy. manu got to them first and stupid lil me was trying to take a pic with him while he was doing his thing. this giant man is about 6′4, and me a ruler and an inch shorter, so when he reached for the trophy, he nearly knocked me out gonzalo-higuain-in-the-2014-world-cup-final style.

(below is me before i nearly died a sweet, happy death c/o manu’s huge ass fists)

manu, teddy bear that he is, was like “oh no, sorry!” i didn’t mind at all sjdfhsdfsdj (i would’ve gladly let him knock me tf out lmao) so i said “it’s okay!” as an apology, he gamely signed my shirt and we finally took a decent, safe photo dsfbjksdfbsfnsbdns

*kill bill sirens* WEW! then The Polish Hitman, Mr. 5-in-9, The B O D Y himself, robert lewandowski came out. he was sporting that cursed beard again (sorry lewy, but in this very rare case, i say no stubble for you lmao). he still looked hot af tho and signed my shirt. and took this photo! (thank you to my phone for magically making this HDR)

there wasn’t anyone after him for a while and the team bus left already so i went back inside (thank you hotel A/C! it was hot as hell and i was shaking and overheating from being so close to them.... and embarrassing myself in front of all those people and Queen Kathleen lmao).

then, coco came out! i guess he’s gonna do individual training since he didn’t go with the team bus. he also did this lil massage thing on my left shoulder sdhbjdfsdn thanks for scoring our first goal the night before, coco! (he was hella cute too)

i think all the players were gone since the only ones left for the next 15 minutes were the entourage and media people. but one last parting gift! loddar himself came out. took a while for him to get out since he chatted with someone else for a few minutes so i settled for videoing him for my instagram story. then he finally got up and walked to the exit and that’s where i got him.

me: hi lothar, can we take a picture? (only a pic since he looked like he was in a hurry)

loddar: *with that perennial cranky look on his face but was still nice lmao* “ok sure!”

had to leave shortly after this to go to the mall since @simplyirenic messaged me that there were only 100 tickets for the adidas meet-and-greet, but hey! almost a full haul!

here’s 75% of the total spoils:

(i’ve maxed out my 10 photo per post limit again so stay tuned for part 3: the mall meet-and-greet with josh, sven (there’s a redemption arc! i’m not a total bitch!), benji (a surprise addition to the lineup), manu 2.0, and thomas 3.0!)

#HERE'S PART 2 KIDS!!!!!!! don't judge me!!!!! :(((((#manuel neuer #robert lewandowski #thomas müller #fc bayern #bayern munich #fcb #*my crappy shit #mickey meets fcb #thiago alcantara #leon goretzka #serge gnabry #corentin tolisso #lothar matthäus #💀💀💀#IM SO SORRY AGAIN KATHLEEN

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thefemalethatwrites · 6 years

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Devil Within (Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader)

Request: Nope.

Prompt: You were the second Batgirl alongside Jason’s Robin but when he did you left.

Relationships: Bruce Wayne/Batman x Reader, Dick Grayson/Robin/Nightwing x Reader, Jason Todd/Red Hood x Reader

Warnings: Cursing? Torture

Word Count: 2729

A/N: I’ve tried posting this multiple times in the past week but it hasn’t posted but now it has! I must say that this isn’t one of my best pieces. Enjoy anyways.

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(Y/N)'s POV

"Hello everyone and welcome back to my YouTube channel. Today I was supposed to be met with a dear friend of mine, who've you met plenty of times before; Jason Todd, however he's bailed-" I was cut off by my phone, I raised an eyebrow as I looked at the Caller ID, 'Bruce', "Hello?" I answered,

"(Y/N), it's Jason" he said,

"What about him? What've you done?" I questioned as I stood up and began pacing,

"The Joker-"

"No! You're lying Bruce! Don't you dare say it!" I snapped cutting him off as tears appeared in my eyes,

"He's dead" He stated making the tears fall, I dropped my phone and fell to my knees letting out a painful scream and sobbed.

***

"Hello everyone and welcome back to my YouTube channel. After my 5 year break from it. As some of you may be wondering why I practically fell off the face of the Earth it's because someone extremely close to me died and I didn't feel like I could give you all my best when I definitely wasn't and I didn't want to put a facade for you. But I'm back and ready to get back to my schedule. I love you all so dearly. Until next time" I say into the camera before switching it off, I sighed as I quickly edited it and uploaded it to my channel, my phone began ringing, I glanced at the caller ID and growled, "What do you want Bruce?" I snapped,

"I need your help taking down Red Hood" he stated, I rolled my eyes

"And what made you think that I wanted to help?" I asked,

"Because he almost killed Tim" He retorted,

"Fine but I'm doing it so another Robin doesn't end up like Jason" I agreed reluctantly before hanging up, I left my recording room and headed into my bedroom, I glanced at my old Bat-girl suit scoffing in disgust before changing into a plain black top with a leather jacket and jeans, I tied my hair up and placed a simple black eye mask on before leaving through my window, I met up with Bruce and Dick,

"(Y/N)" Dick greeted with a smile, engulfing me into a hug, I rolled my eyes as he pulled away,

"Let's get this over with. I don't want to spend another second wasting my time with you" I sneered towards Bruce, he grunted in response before we searched the city for this 'Red Hood'.

Finally we found him, disposing of some drug dealers,

"It's about time you showed up. And you brought a new friend. Another replacement no doubt" Red spat,

"Replacement? I think not. How about I show you how much of a real deal I am" I threatened as I went to go for him but Bruce stopped me making me glare at him,

"This isn't your fight, (Y/N)" he whispered, I growled

"Then why the fuck did you ask for my help?!" I snapped slapping his arm away from me,

"Back up" he answered, which pissed me off even more,

"Back up?! Screw you!" I yelled and I punched him across the face, "Think twice before calling me for back-up again" I spat before going to walk away,

"It's Jason, (Y/N)" Bruce called over making me freeze momentarily as tears made their way to my eyes,

"So you finally figured it out" Red said as he removed his helmet, I slowly turned to see Jason stood there in the flesh, I sighed as I turned back around and headed home.

***

"It's worked. It actually worked" I mumbled as I paced my living room,

"Indeed. Now for you to hold up your end" A deep voice rumbled,

"Fine" I sighed stopping in place, I shiver crawled up my spine making me shake,

"We're now one" The voice announced within my head, I hummed in acknowledgement before turning to my window as Jason climb through it,

"And what can I do to help you?" I asked resting a hand on my hip,

"You look well" he commented, I rolled my eyes and folded my arms,

"What do you want?" I demanded,

"Ouch, that's the treatment your Bestie gets when you find out he's alive? I'm Hurt" he mused,

"Ex-bestie" I corrected,

"Wow...what happened to the happy YouTubing Bat-girl I knew?" He asked,

"She took your death hard, and as a warning that if she continued to wear that symbol on her chest she too would end up 6-feet-under" I answered, he hummed,

"You also stopped YouTube. Until recently" he stated,

"Your point? You were supposed to do a video with me before I got the news. I didn't want the memories to remind me of what I lost" I replied dropping my arms, he sighed,

"Do you still give the best hugs?" He asked, opening his arms awkwardly, a small smile pulled at my lips as I opened my own arms and he stepped into them and I wrapped them around his large frame and squeezed, "I missed you, so much" he whispered,

"I missed you too" I replied.

***

"Hello everyone and welcome back to my YouTube channel. Today, I'm joined by the one and only; Jason Todd!" I exclaimed as he sat in the chair next to me,

"Remind me again how I agreed to this?" He asked, I rolled my eyes

"Because you owe me. Plus, I'm your bestie" I beamed making him chuckle,

"Anyway, today I-we will be look at some of your fan-work; this includes art stuff, video edits and dare-I-say stories/imagines/head cannons" I explained,

"You're going to regret that last category" Jason commented making me slap his arm,

"Shush. Let's start with Tumblr art" I say as I searched my name and brought up several art pieces made by people,

"Hold up, is that us?" Jason said as he pointed to an artwork, it was of him and I younger, I was smiling/laughing and Jason had a bright smile on his face as he looked at me,

"Where did this come from?" I questioned as I looked through the progression shots then finally the source, "Oh my god. That was the second video we did together. It was a reading your comments" I stated.

***

I groaned as I made my way to my door, I opened it revealing Bruce,

"Nope" I say as I closed it but he stopped it with his hand,

"(Y/N), I need your help" He stated as he invited himself inside,

"The last time you needed my help I was only back-up" I retort, he sigh

"I know and it was wrong of me to do that to you but I really need you this time" He replied,

"You have plenty of other people to help you. Go get them. You can show yourself out" I snap as I began to head towards the kitchen

"Joker has them; Dick, Tim, Damian, Jason" He stated making me stop, "(Y/N) I'm begging you. Put on your cowl one last time for me. For Jason" he pleaded, I changed my course to my bedroom and pulled my batgirl costume out, I put it on and held the cowl in my hands as I exited my room,

"Still fits" I comment, a small smile appeared on his face as he nodded

"Thank you" He said before we headed out to his car.

We arrived at the Cave and was greeted by Alfred, Barbara, Kate, Stephanie and Cassandra,

"(Y/N)?" Barbara asked in disbelief,

"Yeah don't get too excited this is a one off" I replied folding my arms,

"The second batgirl was (Y/N) (L/N)! The famous YouTuber?!" Stephanie exclaimed,

"Yeah. Fan?" I asked, she nodded

"Only one of the biggest!" She answered making me chuckle before turning to Bruce who was now in his Batman suit, I put on my cowl,

"We work as a team. Our objective is to get the boys out" Bruce said, I rolled my eyes but nodded as did Kate, Stephanie and Cassandra,

"Shall we?" I asked as I headed over to the motorbikes.

***

We arrived at an abandoned toy factory,

"Stay alert. I don't want any corpses to drag out" I demanded before we entered the building,

"Do you really think this is a smart idea girl?" The demonic voice asked within my head, I hummed

"Spilt up, we'll cover more ground" I ordered,

"We'll be at a larger risk" Bruce retorted as he grabbed my arm,

"Do you want your sons or not?" I growled pulling my arm from his grip and squared up to him, he gave me his famous bat-glare which I didn't budge under, I only returned it,

"Fine we'll go in small groups, myself and Batgirl, and Batwoman, Spoiler and Black-bat" he ordered, I rolled my eyes and we separated down different corridors,

"Don't ignore me girl" the demonic voice snapped, I heard the psychotic clowns laughter making me spilt from Bruce, I looked through a window and saw each of the boys restrained to a metal chair and beaten, as Kate, Cassandra and Stephanie stood in the middle back to back, Bruce entered the room,

"Yey! Now the really fun can begin now Batsy's here!" Joker exclaimed before a swarm of his henchmen came out from any entrance possible, I sighed and climbed through the window on to the beams above, the four of them were easily overpowered and the Clown prince revealed himself, "I must say Batsy, I'm a little disappointed. Wait...where's Batgirl?" He questioned making me smirk,

"Who?" Bruce asked,

"You know Batgirl! She arrived here with you! I saw her!" Joker exclaimed,

"You must've been hallucinating Joker. No Batgirl arrived with us" Stephanie commented,

"She's right you know" I called out setting them all to look around, I wriggled out of the Batgirl suit revealing my pure black skin-tight bodysuit, I removed my cowl dropping it down below and moving from my position and placed on a simple black eye mask, "Batgirl never arrived with them, it was only little old..." I trailed off as I dropped from the beams on to a henchmen and snapped his neck, "...Me" I smirked before Bruce, Kate, Cassandra and Stephanie broke free and we began to take down the henchmen, Joker ran out of an exit making me growl, as I sliced a throat of one henchmen and drove my knife into a neck of another,

"(Y/N)! We don't kill! I thought you knew that!" Bruce scolded, I rolled my eyes and did a backward handspring avoiding the swings of a henchman before kicking the crowbar out of his hands and catching it before swinging it around his face,

"Get the boys out of here! I'll handle the rest!" I demanded,

"What So you can kill them all?" Bruce growled as he approached me as the last henchman fell, I glared at him

"No, so they can be treated. Now go!" I snapped as another swarm entered the room.

***

I groaned as I came conscious, one of the clowns managed to catch me by surprise with a crowbar to the back of the head,

"Ah finally, now how do you start a live stream Miss (L/N)?" A clown asked, I raised an eyebrow

"And why do you want to start a livestream?" I questioned earning a punch in the face, sending my head to the side,

"I don't. Joker does. Now tell me!" he snapped as he came to hit me but a gunshot echoed though the room and he fell backwards,

"Honestly, you can't find the men these days. I do apologise Miss (L/N) for his awful hospitality. Perhaps I'll be better. Now, let's start a livestream" Joker said as he approached a laptop that was hooked up to a camera, my eyes widened as it was on my channel, "Oh I hope you don't mind. Your channel does reach to a lot of people" he said before beginning the livestream, "See! We've only just started and we're closing up on 1million viewers. Our fans!" He cheered coming over to me,

"Go to hell!" I spat trying to get to him, he smacked me around the face with a crowbar making me yelp,

"Oh no we can't be having that. And to make sure that you don't die no one can cancel the stream or leave it" He chuckled before connecting the crowbar with my ribs causing another yelp,

"You can leave your streams on just leave your phone or computer or whatever you're watching this on" I demanded before getting another hit,

"So batsy, I know you're watching me along with all your bat-brats now you can either come save her or you could leave her in my hands. I promise I'll take the best care with her" Joker bargained making me chuckle,

"Of course you will" I commented earning another couple of hits, "B I know I've been off with you but if you or any of you other bats come save me I'll kick your ass myself. We all know I've been through worse. Since I was Batgirl" I smirked,

"What?! You were Batgirl?!" Joker exclaimed as he bent over in front of me, I narrowed my eyes at him

"Yes!" I growled as I kicked him in the manhood then head butted him.

***

"And we've hit the 72hours mark. Wow you can endure a lot" Joker stated,

"Come on girl. Kill him" The demonic voice commented,

"No" I grumbled,

"He's a monster" It continued,

"No" I repeated,

"Just like you" It stated,

"No!" I yelled gaining Jokers attention,

"No? No to what? Finally lost your mind?" Joker chuckled before skipping around the room,

"No. She didn't want to give up this fragile body to me" The demon spoke from me as I was locked into my mind.

Jason's POV

"No. She didn't want to give up this fragile body to me" (Y/N) said in a deeper, broken voice,

"Huh?" Joker asked as he stopped in his tracks, (Y/N) snapped free of the restraints kicking the Joker backwards into the camera, knocking it over,

"She fought so hard against me taking control and killing your pathetic self" (Y/N) spoke before the Joker let out multiple grunts, the camera was picked up revealing a bloody, bruised and beaten (Y/N) but her eyes were completely black, "I'm in control now. The girl you all once loved is gone and there's nothing you or she can do to stop me!" (Y/N) snapped before chuckling, dropping the camera that was aiming towards the Joker who was unconscious, "I must thank you 'Joker' if it wasn't for you, I would've never taken control of this body. Bye-bye now" (Y/N) cooed.

***

(Y/N)'s POV

"(Y/N)!" Jason yelled, I turned to face him,

"Oh it's you. The dead boy wonder. The reason she's in this predicament" The demon spoke,

"Shut up! He doesn't need to know this!" I snapped, the demon chuckled

"Oh but he does girl. You see Jason, (Y/N) was so torn up over your death that she went all over the world to find a way to bring you back. She eventually came across me and bargained her body as a host if I brought you back" The demon explained, I sighed

"But you didn't bring me back. Talia Al Ghul did" Jason retorted,

"True but she doesn't know that. Or didn't" The demon chuckled,

"You lied to me!?" I exclaimed,

"You lied to her. Give her back!" Jason yelled as he came to attack, he was easily beaten and thrown on to his back,

"You want to know why she desperately wanted you back. Why she was so willing to give herself up?" The demon questioned as I circled Jason,

"You're probably going to tell me anyway" Jason grunted as I kicked him in the gut,

"She loved you. She still does. I know that her watching this is torture" the demon tainted as I withdrew a sword from thin air, "So why not let her watch you die" The demon said as I went to impale him,

"No!" I screamed and the sword stopped mid-way,

"What the-?" The demon asked,

"You're not hurting anyone else" I growled making my eyes widened as I regained control over my body,

"No!" The demon yelled from inside my head, I smirked and threw the sword away,

"Didn't hurt you too bad did I?" I asked Jason as I helped him up, he engulfed me in hug,

"Not at all. I've missed you" He replied making me smile as I returned the hug,

"Me too. You best get me back to the Cave and locked up until Constantine arrives and removes this thing from me" I stated as I pulled away, he nodded,

"Just one last thing" He said before crashing his lips on to mine making my eyes widen in shock before easing into and returning it, we pulled apart and smiled at each other,

"I love you too. Since we were Robin and Batgirl, if I'm honest" He confessed, I chuckled giving him a quick peck,

"And I've loved you since then as well, Jason Peter Todd" I smiled.

#dc #DC comics #batman #nightwing #red hood #red hood x reader #Jason Todd #Jason Peter Todd #jason todd x reader #Red Robin #Red Hood And The Outlaws #robin

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hosseocc · 6 years

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The Delivery - Part Three

Word Count: 2748

Pairing: Reader x Mystery

Genre: Thriller, angst, Stalker!au, Non-idol!au

Warning(s): Not a lot in this chapter, just creepiness in general. Enjoy!

(Not my gif, credits to owner!)

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When I slammed the laptop shut, I sat at my desk for a while trying to calm myself down and reassure myself this was just a nightmare that would be over when I woke up. But I couldn’t ignore the reality, this was real, and I had to deal with it or I’ll probably be haunted by it for my whole life.

When I finally managed to stand, I began looking for the memory stick to keep and give to the police. Going against their warnings may be a stupid thing to do, but I’ve seen way too many movies to know that it never ends well for those who stay quiet. And besides, just because they told me to stay quiet doesn’t mean I was going to do it. I wanted to show them that they can’t just get what they want by sending threats through a video and that I was ready to fight back. Deep down, I knew I was shaken to the core, but I’d rather die than let them see that.

When I found the memory stick on the floor by the wardrobe, I stood up and caught sight of my reflection in the mirror. My mouth was shaped into a deep frown, my lips dry and red from the amount of times I had to physically restrain myself against screaming out into the dead of the night. My cheeks were puffy, stained with the tears that had escaped and the insides of my mouth hurt from biting down so hard. My hair was a complete mess, it looked like I had run my hands through it constantly for the past twelve hours. What really showed the most signs of distress, however, were my eyes…they were full of tears, my eyebags sunken and dark. I really looked like the worst version I had ever seen of myself, which made my lips tremble in fear again and I had to walk away before I completely broke down.

Once I had packed my laptop and memory stick in my bag, I decided to wait at least an hour before making my way to the police station. There was a chance somebody was expecting me to leave straight away outside my building, so I wanted to delay leaving, just in case. I set the bag down by the front door and made my way to the kitchen to pour myself some water. I was still in shock, so my hands were shaking, and I had gotten water all over the counter.

“Shit y/n, get a hold of yourself” I whispered through shaky breaths whilst putting the glass down. Placing my hands on the counter, I bowed my head down and took a few deep breaths. I focused on the sounds of the fridge silently humming and the cars passing by in the street outside. When I felt calmer, I stood straight and wiped away my tears. I managed to drink a glass of water and felt a cooling sensation throughout my body as the cold liquid made its way down.

After a while, I got restless and went around to every single window in the house to make sure they were locked, and the curtains were closed. Realising it would be best to ring Detective Han before just showing up, I sat down and waited for him to pick up.

“Miss y/l/n, what can I do for you?” he spoke. I didn’t want to reveal anything over the phone because I knew it would be better to explain in person, so I wanted to keep the conversation short.

“Hi detective, sorry to bother you so late but I need your help with something, it’s about the delivery case and its urgent” I rushed in one go.

“I see, well in that case it would be best if you come down to the station, I’ll send my assistant to greet you when you get here” He said. Letting out a sigh of relief because I could tell him about everything straight away, I thanked him and told him I’d be there as soon as possible.

After making myself seem at least presentable, I put on my coat and shoes and picked up the bag, looking around the hallway to make sure nothing seemed out of place. I opened the front door and put the spare key that was hiding within the rocks of a plant in my pocket, I wasn’t going to risk anything now. It was too dangerous. Before I shut the front door, I placed a small piece of paper, that was only noticeable from the outside if you were purposely looking for it, in a small gap so that if the door had been opened or messed with while I was gone, it would fall inside, and I would know.

I tried not to show it, but I was paranoid the whole way to the station. Walking down the hallway, standing in the lift and exiting the building were the worst; I was just waiting for somebody to jump out at me. When I made it out safely, I felt only slightly relieved but kept my guard up throughout the whole walk.

When I entered the police station, I was greeted by the sight of a young man leaning against the wall, watching the entrance as if waiting for someone. ‘That must be the assistant’ I thought. When he saw me, he fixed his glasses and stood straight, making his way over to me. His stride was confident and screamed sophistication. Immediately feeling intimidated, I couldn’t help but stare at the dimples that appeared when he spoke.

“Are you y/n y/l/n? My name’s Kim Namjoon, I was told to take care you of while you’re here” he introduced himself. It seemed weird that an assistant was sent to deal with this case, but I didn’t know much about the system myself, so I didn’t question it.

“Yeah, that’s me” I smiled, “Is Detective Han busy?”. He averted his eyes momentarily before answering.

“Yes, something came up at the last minute. But don’t worry, I’m well equipped and up to date on the case so I can offer you as much help as he can” he assured me. Nodding, I smiled at him, waiting for him to speak again. I found myself not wanting to talk in case I said something stupid in front of him, he seemed really smart and being the clumsy person I am, I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

He scratched the back of his head, and spoke “Do you mind if we go somewhere with a calmer atmosphere? Being stuck here all day really does drive a person crazy”

“Yeah, I guess we can, but I’m not sure if anywhere will be open so late” I replied.

“Don’t worry, there’s a late-night café just around the corner. We could go there, or if you prefer, we can stay here” he suggested. I looked around and saw the dull lighting and dreary atmosphere surrounding us at the station and decided I could really do with some tea right now. I looked back at him and smiled. “Café it is then.”

What I didn’t know however, was that at that very moment, texts were being sent from my number to Detective Han.

[y/n y/l/n] 12:28am

- ‘Hi detective! Sorry about the phone call earlier, I thought I had discovered something to do with the case. Turns out it was a false alarm. Sorry to bother you like this. Have a nice night.’

[Detective Han] 12:36am

- ‘No worries. It happens sometimes. Please call me if you need anything. Goodnight’

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15 minutes later, we reached the café and I was surprised to see it was still busy. I wondered how I had never heard of this place, whilst Namjoon led us to a table near the back. Once we got our drinks, I began to explain the situation to him. Somehow, it felt easier to explain because it looked like he was closer to my age.

“Right, so you said you’re aware of the whole case so far” I spoke as he nodded his head. “The detectives discovered a glitch in the system which proved the delivery guy to be innocent and dismissed both him and I from the case” I pulled out my laptop out of my bag, and powered it up, plugging the memory stick in. “All of that was a false lead” I suddenly spoke, looking back at him.

“What do you mean?” he asked, reaching in his pocket and bringing out a notebook and pen as he got ready to take notes.

“Well, earlier on today at around 10:30pm, someone had left this memory stick outside my front door. I didn’t know what was on it, or where it came from, I thought my friend had dropped it off at first. But when I plugged it in, which I wish now I hadn’t done, it was a video of the delivery man who we thought was innocent, it turns out he’s not who we thought he was” I slowly explained. Namjoon stopped writing to look up at me, through his glasses and silently stared at me for a couple of seconds before clearing his throat and sitting up straight.

“Show me the video, y/n.” I faced the laptop towards him and pressed play, making sure the volume was low so that only he could hear it. I knew I was going to go crazy if I heard it again. Whilst he was watching, I tried to distract myself by drinking my tea and watching the customers, whose conversations were drowned out by the sounds of jazz floating around the café. Turning back to him, I studied his features and saw him shake his head slightly, but I couldn’t see any traces of shock or disgust…which is what I expected to see. Perhaps he’d become desensitised to this kind of content, I thought. When the video finished, he shut the laptop closed and moved it back towards me, not before taking the memory stick out.

“I can’t say I’m surprised, I did think it was suspicious that he was let off the hook so easily. But I must ask, he clearly tells you not to show the police or there will be consequences…why didn’t you listen?” he asked, sitting back in his chair.

“Because, if I sit by and do nothing then I’m giving them exactly what they want! Why should I allow myself to become a victim to their sick little game when I could at least try and do something about it?” I spoke, quickly becoming heated. When I noticed Namjoon’s reaction to by sudden outburst, I sighed. “Sorry, I was getting ahead of myself. I just don’t know what to do, I can’t feel unsafe in my own home. I don’t know how many of them there are, and I know he isn’t the one in charge…I can’t do this alone. I really need your help. Please” I pleaded, looking into his eyes, hoping he’d sense my desperation.

“Of course, that’s what I’m here for. I’m going to make sure you can be comfortable in your own home again” he reassured me. “For now, I’m going to keep this memory stick as evidence” my eyes averted to his jacket pocket, where he placed the memory stick along with the notebook and pen.

“Thank you, Namjoon. It really means a lot” I thanked him, finally feeling at ease for the first time that night.

“We can start by examining the security footage at your building tomorrow to see if we can identify who left it there. For now, go home and get some sleep, I’ll call you in the morning” he said as we both collected our things and stood up.

“That would be great, I’ll see you then” I smiled. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. On the walk home, I thought about how great it would be to at least catch the guy in the video. The fact that I had already spoken to him face to face and thought of him as a normal person disgusted me. I began to wonder how many sick people like him existed in the world and I knew the number would be much higher than I wanted to believe. People get away with stalking, kidnapping and threating innocent, vulnerable people all the time and there’s never any way of knowing when it’s going to happen, your life really can be turned upside down in a matter of hours.

When I reached my flat, I first checked for the paper I had left, and saw it was still there. Letting out a sigh of relief, I slowly unlocked the door and tried to listen for or notice anything out of place, but there was nothing. Feeling confident that nobody had entered, and my home was left the same as it was when I left, I made my way straight to bed. Not even bothering to change my clothes, I fell asleep straight away.

When morning came, I woke up with a pounding headache and took a long, hot shower. Washing away the fear and stress that yesterday brought, I came out smelling and feeling like a new person. I knew there was the chance I may be able to find out who left the video for me to see today, so I mentally prepared myself by having a big breakfast and taking the time with my hair and makeup. I had class shortly after Namjoon and I had agreed to view the footage, and I didn’t want to give away the fact that I was caught in a major horror event.

1 hour later

I couldn’t believe this. Almost 50 cameras recording the entrance to the building, the lifts and hallways and not one had caught the perpetrator. Even the cameras around the back entrances and smaller hallways showed no luck of finding anything. How was this even possible? It was like a ghost had left the memory stick there. I had made the security guards replay the footage over ten times, because I believed that I had missed something each time. They were getting tired and annoyed, and so was I.

“Miss, are you sure someone came by during those hours? There really isn’t anything here” one of the guards spoke, looking at me.

“I’m 100% sure, it can’t just appear out of thin air can it?” I retorted, my frustration beginning to show. When Namjoon saw the guard slit his eyes at me, he quickly butted in.

“What she means to say is, somebody was definitely here. But it looks like they managed to avoid all the cameras, it seems that whoever came here had studied his way around to stop himself getting caught” he spoke, watching the screens.

I looked over to him, “How do you know it was a he?” I asked. He quickly looked over at me and back to the screens.

“Just a guess, I mean statistics show women are far more likely to be victimised by men in these cases” he blurted, displaying his investigative expertise. I nodded my head and quietly whispered “right”. Suddenly, a thought occurred to me that I hadn’t noticed before.

“Guard, this is really the last time I promise, but could you show the footage from yesterday at 8pm? I need to see the people that entered around that time” I quickly asked. If I was right about this…I didn’t even want to think about all the questions it would raise.

“I swear I don’t get paid enough for this” he muttered, before pulling the footage up on the screens. I ignored his comment and proceeded to anxiously watch the computer in front of me.

“What are you looking for?” Namjoon asked. I could see him staring at me from the corner of my eye.

“I just need to check something” I said. When minutes had passed, I stood up and stared at the screens in disbelief. “I can’t believe this” I breathed. This discovery was proof that the cameras had been altered with, and the evidence possibly deleted. When I could feel both Namjoon’s and the guards stare, I turned to look at them both.

“There’s no footage of Jennie here, it’s been deleted. She came over last night for about two hours, but she doesn’t appear on the screens once.”

#bts #bts scenario #bangtan #bts imagine #bts jin #bts namjoon #bts jungkook #bts v #bts jimin #bts suga #bts imagines #kpop scenario #kpop imagines #bts fanfic #bts stalker au #bts angst #bts thriller #mine

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theautisticquillholder · 3 years

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Murderous Love Chapter III

(WARNING: This fanfiction has themes of Suicidal Ideation, Suicide itself, Self harm, Sexual Assualt, Murder, Extreme Bullying and Humiliation and a lot of Mental Illness related content and is NOT appropriate for children and the faint of heart. If you are under 18 or may be triggered by the content of this fanfiction please do not read this.)

Mitsuhide’s POV

It was about one o’clock in the afternoon and my father has taken Motochika and I to the police station to put in our statements and if it’s possible apply for Victim Compensation for myself not only for my previous sexual assault incident and the one that had occurred at school.

The police officer taking on this case Susano’o had us in his office which has been soundproof just in case the perpetrators find out that we have gotten the police involved, we can be protected.

“So, you and your partner have been taken to an abandoned bathroom and locked in there with the offender who proceeded to sexually assault you while your partner was restrained and unable to help you… is that correct?” Susano’o said,

I nodded replying “yes. Is there a possibility that along with the charges that I am pressing on the three, I would like to get a restraining order on them, if I can’t get one on all three, I want one on Da Ji at least?

I don’t feel safe anymore and due to what has happened yesterday as well as all of the bullying that I have had to endure, dropping out of school is looking very promising at the moment.”

Susano’o has added the bullying to my statement and got Motochika and I to sign our statements to confirm that the information we gave is true and remembered to the best of our ability.

My father looked at Susano’o saying “If this went to court, I would like to be informed so that I can arm myself with legal counsel.”

Susano’o nodded took my father’s name and phone number and we then left. During that appointment with the police, I have cried on occasion because I had to relive my past, thankfully Motochika was there to comfort me.

FOUR WEEKS LATER

I was at school, talking to Motochika and Noh about Elizaveta Heridervary and her history videos before we were interrupted by Zeus Sensei and Odin Sensei.

Zeus Sensei rudely barked “Akechi, Chosokabe! My office! Now!” Motochika and I nodded and as we walked to Zeus Sensei’s office, I held Motochika’s arm scared of what could happen.

Hades noticed this and stopped Zeus Sensei and Odin Sensei saying, “I know why you’re acting the way you are towards these two students but what you tell them…” Hades then clenched his teeth and said through his teeth.

“I GET TO HEAR AS WELL!”

Zeus Growled saying “You don’t have the right!” before making us go to his office with him and Odin Sensei.

Hades was following us but before he got the chance to get inside Zeus’ office Odin slammed the door in his face and locked it. I shivered. Odin then sat in the spare office chair while Zeus sat in his own office chair.

Odin looked at me saying “Do you know why you’re here?”

I shook my head, Zeus laughed mockingly before saying “Trying to put Ares in prison, I, see?”

“Not just Ares, Loki and Da Ji have had the same threats thrown at them as well.” Odin said.

I teared up. I’m going to be bullied into dropping the charges I know it. I looked out the window which lead to the office hoping Principal Gaia would come and rescue Motochika and I before I snapped back to looking at Odin who slammed his diary on the table to get my attention before saying

“Drop the charges or I’ll make your school year a living hell and ensure you fail and be forced to repeat year eleven Akechi.

Chosokabe, you are to stay away from Akechi and stop trying to save him or else I will not hesitate to give you a two-month suspension!”

“NO, YOU WILL NOT!” was soon heard.

I looked behind me to find Principal Gaia and Hades standing in the office, Principal Gaia looked at Zeus holding the spare key to his office saying “Zeus, you are aware that I get to unlock your office door when I see fit! Oh, and Akechi and Chosokabe are protected from those threats! Hades has put in a request that if anyone asks Akechi and Chosokabe if they can talk to them privately and are on good terms with Loki, Ares and Da Ji, Hades reserves the right to be present. Since I’m the principal I approved of that request because Ares is your son Zeus and Loki is Odin’s son, that request applies to you. I would have let you two off, but Hades has disclosed that he has told you that its his right to protect these boys especially Akechi from pressure to drop charges, you two are not allowed to punish Chosokabe and Akechi for the duration of the legal proceedings. If they do the wrong thing in class, you are to report that wrongdoing to Nuwa, the year eleven co-ordinator and she will administer the punishment to fit the wrongdoing. Also, you two need to tell your sons that they need to face the consequences of their actions!”

Gaia walked to me saying “It’s okay sweetie, I won’t allow them to intentionally fail you just because you wanted to press charges on their sons. Noh told me that those teachers were very mean and didn’t let you three finish a conversation. Lets get you and Motochika out of here.”

I nodded having tears in my eyes as I left the office with Gaia, Hades and Motochika. As we exited the offices, I could see Gracia having a screaming contest with Da Ji, I heard her shout

“HOW DARE YOU BRAG ABOUT HAVING SEX WITH MY BROTHER, HE DID NOT CONSENT, AND THEN AFTER YOU WERE FINISHED FORCING HIM TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU, YOU POSTED A NAKED PICTURE OF MY BROTHER! I REALLY FUCKING HOPE THEY THROW YOU IN JAIL AND YOU FUCKING ROT IN JAIL!”

I then saw Himiko try to intervene before Gracia looked at Himiko “NO FUCK YOU! YOU DON’T GET TO PROTECT HER FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF HER ACTIONS, BECAUSE OF WHAT SHE DID TO MY BROTHER I HAVE EVERY FUCKING RIGHT TO SCREAM IN HER FACE ABOUT IT!”

“Can someone separate them before my sister dies of high blood pressure because of her screaming…” I asked.

Noh, Nobunaga and Ranmaru were standing with us eating popcorn while Nobunaga laughed “Naaaaaaah this is entertaining seeing sweet benevolent Gracia tear into Da Ji because she forced you to fuck her without your consent AND post a nude of you, which you did NOT give her permission to do so.”

I saw Hideyoshi walk by, I shivered, before we new it Hideyoshi walked to me with an open water bottle and poured it on my head, causing Motochika to get terribly angry and punched Hideyoshi in the face “Fuck off you dumb monkey!”

Hideyoshi laughed as I hid behind Motochika. He then pointed at me saying “Funny how you call me dumb, when you’re dating a fucking whore! I bet he liked it but screamed rape because he doesn’t want to be seen as a whore!”

I shook with both anger and fear, I was angry because Hideyoshi wasn’t there when I was being assaulted by Da Ji, Hideyoshi wasn’t there when Da Ji took a photo of me naked without my permission, however I was scared because already people are thinking that I liked it and that I’m a whore.

Motochika growled “what do you fucking know. You weren’t there, tied to a fucking pole unable to do anything to protect the one you love, unable to stop that terrible act from happening! So, if you value your fucking face shut the fuck up before I punch you, even though you would look better with a bunch of bruises though!”

Motochika hugged me protectively causing Hideyoshi to run.

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Light in the darkness

Chapter I

The dark sky was lined with stars in all its splendor, the soft breeze moved my chestnut hair, I hugged myself warm. It had been three years since we destroyed the starkiller, ever since I'd seen him ... Kylo Ren. From then on I simply concentrated on being a Jedi in the company of my now master Luke, I had been through a lot ... but I could not complain, I now had more mastery of the force than before. However, a terrible event had happened in Luke's eyes ... he had failed as a Jedi, only a year before he had given me body and soul to the man who believed my enemy ... and now ... he had to protect what we had done both, hiding from him and everyone ... just like Luke Skywalker did so long ago.

A year ago…

Shots were heard in the distance, my body ached, I had been running through the forest to the rebel base where we had hidden for a long time, my breathing was agitated, had a bad feeling, could feel a great strength to approach, who was ... wise to whom he belonged. As I emerged from the forest I could see the ships of the resistance taking flight through the skies, while the fighters of the first order crossed the clouds starting the fire. A war in heaven began while on earth they were preparing.

–Fin!– I managed to scream when I saw him take a gun, I approach him watching the soldiers of the resistance run from side to side – What happened? – questioning looking into his eyes seeing a slight fear in his eyes.

–Rey ... I get a message from ... Kylo Ren ... – he said with seriousness and restrained fury – Luke is inside you'd better talk to him – he said without telling me the details.

Without saying goodbye I ran inside the base, the corridors were chaos, red lights and alarms sounded all over the place ... it was a fact that this planet would witness another struggle between resistance and the first order. Turn right into the command room, there was Luke with his back to me looking at the big screen with the big figure of that man in black, with that mask that showed intimidation ... watch for a few seconds to get out of my reverie and get on par with my teacher.

–Master ...– she whispers, her face was serious, fixed in the image in front of us, her sight was distant, thoughtful ... there was no fear in them except I could appreciate a hint of nostalgia and guilt in them.

–They have taken ... they have taken Leia ...– he said without closing his eyes, I looked at Master Skywalker and then my eyes fell on that imposing image ... wet my lips to close my eyes letting escape a tear in the process, as well as came wiping with the back of my hand, I returned to see the teacher who now had the look on me.

–All this has been my fault ... – said without leaving me with the words in my mouth, he walked around the room with a sigh, my eyes simply followed him expectantly – If only ... we would not have put that great burden on him–continue stopping to see Kylo Ren again.

–From childhood I could feel the great strength in him, he was intelligent, quick to learn, his skill in the ships as in the use of force were admirable. ..but there was a lot of my father in him – he finished to said.

His words were processed in my mind as he spoke, he knew that I was a descendant of Kenobi ... I knew because my teacher had told me, I knew that my grandfather had fought against that Sith Lord ... Darth Vader ... his nemesis , his old friend ... his brother ... a bond joined the Skywalkers ... that was very clear.

--Ben ... Kylo Ren ... was unhappy, if I think of it now, my father was chosen to bring the balance of good and evil ... nevertheless Leia and I believed that in this new war...Ben... could do it of same way .-- he finished saying to play the video. I could hear Kylo Ren's breathing, I could feel that gaze through the screen, my eyes were staring at him, he moved his head a little forward, tilting his body and his voice deep and distorted was heard through that room.

–Luke ... Skywalker ... what will you do now ...?– the question to let see a Leia handcuffed behind him – You know I will not stop ... you know I got what I want ... – listen to him say those words by getting me back to that time in that room of that interrogation - I want to the scavenger ... as my prisoner ...– I hear protests from Leia to be immobilized by Kylo Ren– a change from my mo... your sister... –I could hear the doubt in his voice ... look to Leia with the face serene but with tears, I bit my lip and I turned my eyes on my master listening to his last words... –or else ... it will happen the same as a Han Solo ... - said this communication was cut.

I turned completely to my teacher, his eyes were neutral, he did not say a word ... I was about to protest when a shot burst into the room blowing the doors, quickly my teacher and I stood on guard starting a constant struggle eliminating one each enemy. We fought the halls walking towards the exit ... A great shot eliminated the four soldiers of assault, we looked in the direction and Im smile when seeing a Chewbacca in the main entrance giving a strong grunt.

On leaving we could see how the ships of the first order moved away, leaving a resistance with some casualties, deaths and above all the sadness of knowing that we had lost our leader Leia.

#skywalker #kylo ren #kylo x rey #rey #reylo trash #reylo #reylo fanfic #reylo fandom #reylo family #luz en la oscuridad #reylo español #wattpad #ladywhiterose #fanfiction

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The Duet Part 4

Buzzkill and Beekeeper sat in his room. To be more accurate, Buzzkill was laying down on his bed smugly while Beekeeper sat watching people’s opinions of Buzzkill expressed via the internet. “You made a lot of people angry,”

“I know! How great is it? It’s times like this I wish I had a bottle of champagne. Even Gyne is impressed,” Buzzkill replied, singsong.

“Only mildly,” the voice rang in his head.

“I’ll take what I can get,”

“I’m surprised no heroes caught us,” Beekeeper said, impressed.

“What? Oh, please. The Music Hall is away from Hero’s Study, and soundproofed so all the songs don’t mix together. Any heroes around were in the illusion that Bubbles was there and everything was safe. No one thinks you’re a threat if you’re doing karaoke with Superman, at least for only ten minutes with the doors closed,”

“How did you get the doors to close?”

“New friend. Dexter. He made the whole place lock down. No one escaping, no one texting or messaging about what’s happening. It’s only when the doors burst open and people’s screams exited the room that any heroes thought there was something wrong,” he said smugly. “Poke his ego a bit and it’s amazing what a Genius can do,”

Beekeeper nodded, watching social media accounts blaze. “I still think it was a bit mean what you did to Bubbles,”

“Biased,”

“Well, you know what I mean. I thought she was your favorite?”

“Least disliked,” he corrected. Beekeeper gave him a look saying that wasn’t the point. Buzzkill sighed. “School’s tough here. Any villain who successfully does something this major is huge! Making a Powerpuff helpless to a crime is like dethroning a queen. I made a name for myself!”

“Not the first time you’ve been called crazy,” Beekeeper teased.

“Har har,”

“Still, it’s a shame Bubbles dislikes you now. I was really liking talking to her,”

“You and most of the school body,”

“You could have been friends,” Beekeeper said innocently. Buzzkill gave him a look, raising an eyebrow. Like that would last. “I’m just saying it would be cool to work with Bubbles,”

“What? Convince her to be a villain?” he asked jokingly.

“Aren’t you the supervillain?”

Buzzkill gave him a deadpan look. “I have limits. I already tried convincing her male counterpart to work with me and nearly got destroyed. If I wasn’t disguised then, my whole Antidote X operation would have been a bust!”

“You convinced her not to immediately charge after you when her superpowers returned,”

“That’s different. The ‘we’re not so different’ speech works better as a way to escape while they haven’t had long enough to think about it. Better than I hoped, since Buttercup hasn’t smashed down my door yet,”

“At least they know I don’t have superpowers so they won’t target me,”

“Real great back up there,” Buzzkill said, a mix of joking and sarcasm. Beekeeper winced as he read through Reaper High’s outrage. “What’s wrong? Buttercup announce what she’s going to do to me?”

“No, Bubbles responded,”

Buzzkill sat up, smugly. “Is it hatred? Is it some boiling condemnation?” he asked, singsong. He was in their bad books anyway and set his bridges alight, might as well see how brightly they burned. Plus the worst said the bigger reputation as a villain he gets.

“’I’m Disappointed’,” Beekeeper read aloud. Buzzkill paused. “’When you offer someone a second chance, you always hope they’ll improve. Though sometimes they don’t, never forget to always see the best in people, and don’t let it stop you from helping the next person who might need it’,”

Buzzkill was stunned. “Did she just use my act of villainy to promote kindness?”

“I think so,”

“How could she!?” Buzzkill yelled, outraged. Beekeeper laughed. “I worked hard for this, and she’s going to use all my buzz to spread cheer and happiness!?”

“Yep,”

“The bitch!” Beekeeper was laughing hard now. Buzzkill was enraged. “She knows exactly what she’s doing too! Next time, truly no mercy! I am getting Dexter to build me a Deathtrap and putting her in it!” he fumed.

“Isn’t that a bit hard to hide?”

“I’ll make it invisible then!”

When Beekeeper finally stopped laughing, Buzzkill sat annoyed. Beekeeper moved over and patted his back. “Don’t worry, you still proved yourself as an excellent villain. Plus, I got all the songs recorded,” he said, trying to cheer him up.

Buzzkill sighed. “No chance you could edit her parts to make her look worse?”

“No way, did you see her? I’m not ruining that,”

“What a great minion you are,” Buzzkill teased.

“Only your best,” Beekeeper teased back. At least Buzzkill was happy his moment of villainy was going to be edited by the best video editor and director he knew.

Three days later, Buzzkill was suspicious. Though Buttercup did splatter him a few times, all of it was incredibly restrained. He expected Buttercup and Blossom to speed after him and make him beg for mercy after what he did. Oh they hated him, their glares were almost laserbeams, but it seems Bubbles had convinced them that detention was enough.

He muttered to himself as he went towards the room he was meant to have detention in today. Some Normal Hall class. When he approached, something was off. Very big room for detention. He shrugged it off and entered anyway.

He instantly regretted it.

A stand full of those from the duet was in the corner, radiating a twisted form of happiness that only comes from other’s suffering. Buzzkill could see Buttercup and Tootie there as well. Whatever was going to happen, it was going to be the revenge she was restraining for.

Harley Quinn was in the center along with a smiling Bubbles. In the corner, Beekeeper had set up cameras.

“Let me guess, you do this they’ll not give you any punishment,”

“Yep. Sorry Buzzkill,”

Buzzkill sighed. “And what is this anyway?”

“A duet!” someone from the crowd yelled spitefully.

“Actually it’s a performance piece,”

“DOOOOOOM!”

“Zim went to the Duet?” Buzzkill asked Beekeeper. Beekeeper shrugged.

“You’re going to help me reenact a certain scene as part of your detention,” Bubbles said.

“And this scene is?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He already began to shift his clothing into carapace. Whatever it was, it wasn’t going to be pretty.

Beekeeper turned on the music. The Powerpuff Girls theme played.

Buzzkill paled.

Buzzkill lay groaning on the floor. He didn’t care if he looked ridiculous. He used all of his bees on healing himself and he still felt like he got hit with a truck. He lost limbs before and that didn’t hurt as much as this.

He now had a new level of sympathy for the villains in the Powerpuff intro.

As most of the crowd dispersed, happy with their revenge, Bubbles floated over. “Are you okay?” she asked. Buzzkill stared at her, deadpan. She just helped him up and gave him a chair.

“I see you took the idea of beating your theme song into my head,” he stated.

“It was a good idea,” she admitted. “Plus, all these people were hurt by you. It was the best way to clear a lot of anger everyone had,”

“And personal gratification for you,”

Bubbles frowned. “You made me regret helping someone. You made me confused and upset. But I remembered I can’t let villains affect me like that. I’m not invincible, but heaps of people here look up to me,” she said. “I’m ‘the joy and the laughter’,”

“And this has to do with justifying beating me up to your theme song how?”

“Oh, I’m not looking for forgiveness or justification. This is good,” she said cheerfully. Ironic echo. “I’m not perfect, and we do solve a lot of problems through violence. But sometimes it’s fine to enjoy defeating a villain in a way that’s not so nice if it makes everyone happy,”

“I’m really feeling the happiness,”

“Plus, now I don’t feel I regret helping you. You got punishment for your actions, and those you hurt aren’t hurt anymore. Though you should be more concerned in case someone’s allergic to bee stings,”

“They’re demon bees. Doesn’t provoke allergic reactions,”

“That’s great!” she said, smiling. “Then everything’s fine,”

Buzzkill frowned. “You don’t hate me?”

“Well, I’m still not completely friendly with you. You did betray me a lot then. And my sisters definitely hate you,” she noted. “But I feel better. So no,”

“You really are too forgiving for your own good,”

“I like to think I’m always willing to give second chances,”

“Someone’s going to ruin that for you one day,”

“Well I can think of someone who tried and that didn’t work,” she teased. “Anyway, I better go. If you want another duet make sure to invite my sisters next time!” she joked before flying off.

“Invite her to another duet and you’re dead,” Buttercup growled as she floated past, before flying off herself.

Buzzkill groaned as he sat in the chair. Beekeeper walked over. “...What is with you and really positive heroes, anyway?”

“They appeal to my sense of challenge,” he answered.

“...Should I tell Mantis you’re eyeing another hero?”

“I will fire you,”

“I could become part of the Powerpuff’s marketing and filming then. Bubbles was really good at getting all the punches and kicks right for a great reenactment,” Beekeeper noted. Buzzkill groaned again.

From school-wide renown villain to posterboy in the PPG’s latest advertisement of greatness. Just the rollercoaster ride of his unlife.

#reaper high #the duet

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WATCH: On Board Footage of Street Stock Collision

This massive collision happened just over a week ago at the third-mile asphalt Norway Speedway in Upper Michigan. Kevin Peterson (64) was racing for the lead when he was spun on the front stretch. In the video we ride along with Tyler Wusterbarth who has nowhere to go at the back of the pack, but into Peterson’s door.

Thankfully, both drivers were able to escape major injury and tell the tale of the incident. Wusterbarth and Peterson are relatively new to the Street Stock game and purchased these machines from veteran racers. The Street Stocks are constructed on stock GM frames.

We first asked Wusterbarth about the incident. Although he did have a spotter, he said he did not have enough time to react once the car in front of him slowed. Thankfully, Wusterbarth had a HANS device and full containment seat. Although sore, he was still able to exit the vehicle.

As for Peterson, he knew that he was a sitting duck as he sat sideways on the straightaway, and holds no ill will toward Wusterbarth on the incident. Peterson, unfortunately, was hit so hard that the door bars pushed in nearly four inches, which is why the window net fell (although it was properly mounted). Peterson says he is thankful that he had a neck collar to keep his head from bouncing back and forth and now has plans to investigate a full Head and Neck restraint system.

We decided to show this video to Kevin Shaw, who owns RaceDay Safety along with his wife Laura. Here is what Shaw had to say…

As a racer myself, fire and driver’s side impact, whether from another car or a concrete wall, concern me the most. Of course, once you crank up the engine, all concerns quickly evaporate, that’s just the nature of a racer.

In reference to the video:

Street Stocks may be one of the “slower” divisions, but car construction and lap speeds are similar to the Late Models of the early 1980’s. In other words, you are still going fast and crashing hard.

A few years back, the “powers to be” in the head and neck restraint (HNR) industry, dialed back some claims of side impact protection, renaming the category as FHR (frontal head restraints). Testing revealed the FHR’s performed optimally in frontal impacts with a 30 degree coverage on the left and right side of 0 degrees. The Devices would help in impacts of 31 degrees or greater, but they needed some assistance, so full containment seats and/or additional driver nets (not a window net) were recommended for greater protection.

Essentially, achieving ultimate safety with 2017 technology is a combination of many pieces of equipment and the way they are used and installed. Updating the car and driver to the current technology is not necessarily expensive. Many companies are manufacturing budget conscious equipment inspired by the same pieces used in Cup.

Window nets are a good thing, but I believe they should now be intended for containing a drivers hands and arms during a rollover or helping keep outside objects from entering the cockpit. If your head can make contact with the window net during a crash, the head has already traveled too far. If there is an opposing object (concrete wall, bumper, etc.) on the other side of the window net, matters could be catastrophic. In the video, the driver’s window net did dislodge from its mounting points, even though it may have been properly installed. The force that caused deformation of the roll cage, most likely caused the failure, which is why a full containment seat would have been a nice backup. Luckily the striking car’s front bumper was not into the window opening or the drivers uncontrolled head movement would have likely come into contact with the bumper.

Helmet Supports or Neck Collars are pretty much defined by their actual name, they “Support the Helmet” and “Go Around Your Neck.” They may prevent your helmet from bouncing on your collar bone on a rough dirt track and they are covered in a fire retardant material so your neck has some additional protection in a fire. In no way are these a substitute for a Head and Neck Restraint or Frontal Head Restraint. In the video, the helmet support easily comes off the driver during the impact.

HNR’s or FHR’s go through very difficult testing in order to gain SFI approval. There have been many prototypes that did not make it to market because they were not able to achieve a passing grade. Pricing decreases have been constant throughout all the brand and model options available to racers. Zamp has a model that just over $300.00. It’s a little heavier and a little bulkier than the thousand dollar carbon fiber models, but the SFI 38.1 sticker on it means that it has met or exceeded the stringent testing standards.

Full Containment Seats have been so common in race car cockpits, that the old school, aluminum high back seats with rib supports look odd to me now. “Full Containment” means containing the shoulders as well as the head, as the shoulder area is the most rigid part of the upper body. Personally, I use a road race full containment aluminum seat, because I do not like the wrap around rib supports. Other drivers prefer the additional rib support as they use that part of the body to brace themselves when powering through the turns. Keep in mind, the rib cage is relatively delicate, so make sure adequate padding is used in that section of the seat. Ultra Shield and Kirkey both manufacture entry level full containment seats available for 499.00.

Simpson Race Products had a seminar a few years back and they were preaching “pelvic control”….as related to racing safety belts and harnesses. The recommendation was upgrading the single belt crotch strap to a dual (6 point) or triple (7 point). Their studies and testing found that stabilizing the pelvic area during a crash, allowed the seat belts, the seat and the HNR to work at their fullest capacities in order to restrain a driver.

The Helmet is another important part of the equation. I still see quite a few motorcycle helmets being used in circle track racing. RaceQuip manufactures a purpose built, tested and approved helmet, designed specifically for auto racing for around 200 bucks. The SA2015 Helmets now have factory installation of the threaded inserts which accept the hardware of all brands of HNR’s. That area is also reinforced. Just take your hardware, and screw it in, no other work required (other than following the manufacturers instructions!) When I purchased my first HANS in 2002, I had to drill my own holes and the hardware was sandwiched between the fiberglass helmet shell.

A little side story….In the early 2000’s, we were racing Mini Stocks at Lanier National Speedway, back in the track’s heyday. Our stock Mini division had completed its feature and the Modified Mini division was on track. While loading up our car on pit road, a somewhat routine dust up occurred between two cars, resulting in one contacting the front-stretch wall with a thud. The car hit completely flush on the left side, front to back against the concrete, but since the actual impact probably was around 30 mph, the engine was still running and what appeared to be relatively light damage, we expected the driver to pull away as we continued with our work. A minute or so later, we heard terrified screaming from the driver’s wife, who had come down from the grandstands and was now clinging to the catch fence, which separated her from the husband, who was still strapped into the car. As track and emergency crew began clearing a spot in the parking lot for a Life Flight helicopter to land, we now knew this was bad.

Unfortunately, the driver passed away that night. The track canceled the next week’s racing schedule to mourn the loss. Still shaken up by this terrible event, the canceled week of racing allowed for discussion with my wife, on whether to continue racing or not. She asked me if I still wanted to do it, “Yes” was the quick and definite answer. She told me she was fine with me continuing, but I had to take upgraded measures with the car and my personal safety equipment. Some of the pro racers were utilizing a new piece of equipment called the “HANS.” The original warehouse was an hour away in Atlanta, I made the trip to see what these were all about. I also knew these things were expensive, over $800.00 in fact, probably a quarter of what I had in the whole car, but if it allowed me to continue racing, I would deal with it. The HANS Device inventor, Jim Downing, met me at the door, gave me a tour of the facility and told me the $800.00 would be the smartest money I ever spent.

I also added the high density roll bar padding and the bolt-on head rests, which were minimal protection, but the best thing available 15 years ago.

Driver safety has come a long way in just 15 years. Head and Neck Restraints and Full Containment Seats seem to be utilized by the majority of racers at any short track we visit. Still though, many racers depend on 2001 safety technology, whether it’s a money issue, lack of information on what is now available or simply bravado? Hey, I took some ribbing when I showed up with the HANS Device, “You think you’re in Winston Cup now?, “What, are you planning on crashing tonight?”, “The sports car race is across the street at Road Atlanta!”

I still occasionally think about that tragic night at Lanier National Speedway. I do not know what the official details are. Although, I am almost positive, if we could go back to 2002 and install the safety equipment of today into that car, the driver would have finished the race and continued his life. Who knows what advances we will see in the next 15 years? We try to encourage all racers to take advantage of the safety technology of today, it’s what we have to work with at the moment.

We will never make racing SAFE, it’s DANGEROUS, that’s why we do it!

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