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justmeinadaze · 28 days

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Little Girl Gone Part 6 (Steddie X You)

A/N: Ok, I forgoed the heavy cliffhanger I wanted to end it on but still have one none the less so don't get too cocky! Lol <3.

Warnings: Dom Officer Harrington/Gangster Munson & Sub Doctor Fem Reader, no smut today, lads!

Lots of angst! Eddie was arrested and Y/N gets interrogated. Mentions of deaths involving gunshots, child abuse from Eddie's father mentioned, Eddie hurt pretty bad in this (black eye, bruises, and burns) but not mentioned in in-depth detail. Reader is attacked by someone in her apartment but is rescued.

Word Count: 4271

Series here/ Donate to my Ko-Fi

Falling out the side building, Steve looked around jumping to the ground and reached up for you to do the same. Taking your hand, you both ran to your car and he opened the door for you ushering you in.

After speeding away, he paused on the side of the road to catch his bearings and check his phone.

“Shit. They called me like 10 times. FUCK!”, he growls as he slams his hands on the steering wheel. “I could have warned him. I could’ve—”

“Steve, this isn’t your fault; it’s Gabe’s.”, you try to soothe as you rub his back.

“I need to see what they know and where they are putting him for the time being. Just go home and wait there, ok?”

“What if the cops come?”

The officer sighs as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“If they do, just remember what we taught you.” As you nod, he hastily leans down and kisses your lips. “Everything will be ok, honey.”

***

Two hours later, the cops did come for you insisting it was just to talk; not even putting handcuffs on you as you rode in the police cruiser to the station. Leading you to an integration room, you waited another thirty minutes before Steve and the detective you had seen him with before open the door.

“Hey Y/N. It’s good to see you again. I’m not sure if you remember me. I’m—”

“Detective Hopper…and this is Officer Harrington. I remember you two.”

“Good. Very good.”, he grins warmly. “Is there anything you need before we begin?”

“Begin what exactly? I was told I’m not under arrest so what AM I here for?”

“Huh. So you haven’t heard Eddie Munson was arrested this morning?”

“What? No, I hadn’t. You people woke me up to come here! Why did you arrest him?! He hasn’t done anything wrong!” Your eyes narrowed as you faked shock.

“Calm down, Miss Y/L/N. We’re just asking questions, ok?”, Steve sighed your way with annoyance laced in his tone. “You are dating a gangster.”

“I’m dating a businessman. He’s not the monster you people make him out to be. And it’s DOCTOR Y/L/N, asshole.”

“Well, if I may doctor, do you know this man here?”

Detective Hopper slides an image of your ex across the table towards you.

“Yeah, I mean that’s my ex from college Gabriel Wiley but I haven’t seen him sense he went in almost three years ago. Why and what does this have to do with Eddie?”

“It seems he had some information in regard to your boyfriend that could put him away for a long time.”

“I hope you didn’t take him seriously because Gabe was a notorious liar.”

“Hm, well unfortunately we’ll never find that out from him or anything else he wanted to tell us.”

While waiting for him to continue your eyes flick towards Steve whose features seem to paint more than just worry along his face. He knows something but he hasn’t been able to tell you or Eddie yet. Sliding another picture your way, your eyes widen as you gasp.

“He was murdered sometime last night.”

A commotion suddenly erupts outside with officers shouting for backup. The door to your room flies open as the gangster quickly slides to your side and grabs your hand.

“Listen to me, Y/N. Don’t listen to a thing they say, alright? I didn’t kill him. I swear on my mother, sweetheart. I’d never hurt you like that!” As Eddie’s pleas tumble out, policemen tackle him and force the cuffs onto him again as they begin to drag him back out into the lobby. “I didn’t kill him, Y/N! Please! Believe me! I didn’t do this!”

Glancing towards Steve again, you notice he’s wearing that sarcastic smirk you had seen many times but it didn’t match the frightened look that reflected back in his own eyes. It was taking everything in him to be calm and appear unphased as his world fell apart.

“Don’t tell me you really think he killed Gabe? Edward Munson isn’t capable of murder.”, you growled. “Plus, we were together last night.”

“Doing what?”

“Take a guess.”, you spit.

“Control your tone, little girl.”, Steve sasses making the other officer roll his eyes.

“Harrington, calm down. Miss—Dr. Y/L/N—we’re still doing an autopsy to find out when Mr. Wiley was murdered but at this time we have to ask, you don’t think he’d kill him out of jealousy? I mean this is your ex threatening to expose him. Of course, he’d—”

“Of course…because he comes from a crime ridden family my boyfriend would HAVE to have it in him to hurt someone like that, right? Eddie isn’t like his father. Plus, something like this doesn’t reflect a crime of passion.”

“What do you mean?”

Again, your eyes shift towards Steve who now genuinely seems to be interested in your theory.

“Gabe was shot in the head from what I see here. It’s too clean…as if someone wanted to just do this job quick and get it over with. If this WAS jealousy there would be more signs of trauma or he would have used a weapon more personal like a knife.”

“So, who else would want Mr. Wiley dead then?”

“You said he was going to sell out Eddie and you believe Eddie took over his father’s empire…” Steve stands up straighter at your implicated as the detective seems more confused making you huff. “Jesus and you’re a detective? It has to be someone who was trying to protect Allen.”

“Someone in his gang you think?”

“Well…only officers knew Gabe was going to make a statement right?”

Hopper’s eyes darken as he glares in your equally angry irises.

“That’s a big leap you’re making, Y/N.”

“Is it, Jim?”, you ask sarcastically squaring your shoulders. “I want Eddie out of here now.”

“Once we can confirm your alibi for him with the time of death and we finish searching his building he’s all yours. You may leave now.”

Gathering your things, you fume as you stomp out of the interrogation room and head for your car. Purposely leaving something behind, you wait in your vehicle until Steve finally runs out with your phone in his hand.

“You did so fucking good, honey. Are you ok? I’m sorry. They just told me about Gabe before we walked into the room.”

“I know. I know. I trust you. We need to get Eddie out of there, Steve. He’s not safe.”

“I’m doing everything I can to hurry these results. Thankfully, he was able to get a message to Jeff and the guys were able to hide all the supplies so they haven’t found anything nor will they.”

“Do you have any idea who would kill Gabe to silence him?”

“No and I feel like a fucking idiot for not thinking of that. I can’t be the only dirty cop right?”

“Sweetheart, you protect him and me, not every criminal in Hawkins.”, you try to sooth as you lightly touch his hand that was resting on your car.

“I’m going to focus on getting him out. Go back to your apartment and hopefully the next time I see you…he’ll be with me.”

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18 hours.

18 long arduous hours past and you still hadn’t heard anything. You called into work siting illness and left one of your nurses in charge. You barely sat down for a moment, refusing to sleep as you paced.

When someone knocked on your door, you didn’t even hesitate as you ran to open it.

“Oh. Hi. Um, can I help you?”, you asked to the stranger in front of you.

“Yes, are you Y/N? Steve said I should wait here.”

“May I ask who you are?”

“I’m Wayne, Eddie’s uncle.”, he announced as he walked past you and took a seat on your sofa. “Fucking Allen. I tried to go to the police station to raise hell but they wouldn’t let my nephew go. I went to the prison to try and talk to him but his father spoke to me instead. Said that Eddie was ‘indisposed’.” At his words, your eyes widened in fear as you ran towards your phone. “Steve said the results came in so he’s bringing him here soon.”

“O-Ok.”, you stutter as you sit beside him before immediately rising to your feet again. “W-Would you like anything? Any coffee or?”

“No, sweetheart, I’m fine. Thank you. It’s nice to finally meet you. He talks about you and Steve all the time. He calls you two his Paladin and his Princess.”, he chuckles making you smile. “I’m glad he’s happy. After everything that boy has been through he deserves it.”

Your front door abruptly opens with Jeff and Steve carrying an unconscious Eddie over each of their shoulders with Gareth trailing behind. Your doctor mode promptly kicked in as they placed him on your bed and you checked him over.

“He passed out in the car. I’m surprised he was able to even fucking walk out of the station.”, the officer relayed with a shake in his tone. “I don’t know what they did to him but…”

“I imagine it was Allen. If your theory about an officer is correct, that same officer could have told him that he hadn’t followed through with killing the ex. This would be punishment.”, Wayne responded as he watched you work.

“It’s Eddie’s gang. He can do what he wants.”, Garth growled.

“Not to Allen, son.”

“Eddie, baby. Can you open your eyes and look at me?”, you asked in a stern but comforting voice as you caressed his cheek. He was littered in bruises especially along his stomach and face. His eye was beginning to swell and his nose had dried blood underneath it staining his skin. What killed you the most where what looked like cigarette burns on his arms. “Jeff, in my kitchen under the cabinet I have a first aid kit with some burn cream and bandages meant for burns. Can you bring that to me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“I brought this from my apartment. I didn’t know if…” Steve hands you the medicine you prescribed him for his own bruises making you smile up at him as you kiss his hand.

“I don’t think anything’s broken but—”

“Can you boys go back to his building and assess what the police did? If anything is out of place or missing let Steve or myself know. Please be careful. If this is a cops doing…” Both men nod as they run off to do what Wayne commanded. Pulling the officer aside, they whisper to each other as you focus. “What did you find out?”

“Gabe reached out to the station from a hotel outside of town. One officer answered and two others went to pick him up. They were the ones who reported his body. Eddie’s guy dropped him off at 1am, he texted her at 3am… his time of death was estimated between 3 and 3:30.” As he said his last sentence, Steve’s eyes locked with your own.

You ex most likely texted you believing that someone was there to protect him before being murdered. You were the last person to hear from him. At the time they knew you wouldn’t but Eddie had offered to drive you to where he was. If for some reason you said you wanted to be with Gabe instead of them, you would most likely be dead to.

“I’m so sorry, honey.”

You nod as you turn away and place an ice pack on the gangsters abs.

“I’m going to do some research on those cops. When did they report the ex’s body?”

“Around 5. They left the station around 4.”

“Ok…I’ll still do a check but…I’ll be back. Keep me updated, Steven.”

The officer nodded after him as Wayne left the apartment and grabbed one of your dining room chairs so he could sit near you both but not be in the way.

“What does he do; Eddie’s uncle?”, you mumble.

“He used to be a manager at one of the plants over here. Did that till Ed graduated. After, he got into private eye work helping families reconnect and shit like that. He’s actually really good at it.”, he smirks as his sad eyes watch you finish taping his partner’s arm. “Is he gonna be ok?”

“I think so. It seems like his dad…wanted to torture him…more than kill him.” As you begin to sob, Steve collects you in his arms and places you on his lap. “I don’t understand how a parent could do something like this.”

“Because Allen isn’t a parent; never fucking was. The Munson’s in those early years were extremely ruthless and vindictive. He killed for pleasure and ran his side of town like a fucking dictator. He was the same way with Eddie. From what he told me anyway. Abandoning him with Wayne was the best thing that asshole ever did for him.”

While Steve passed out beside him holding the gangster’s hand, you stayed awake constantly checking on his progress and making sure he was still breathing. Not being able to keep your eyes open any longer, you fell asleep in the chair beside him with your head against the mattress.

***

Waking up with a start, you gasped before calming yourself when you realized everything was alright, it had just begun to lightly rain outside. Steve was gone but left a note by your hand saying he left to go meet Wayne and get some more details but he’d be back in a few hours.

After quickly checking over Eddie, you headed down your hall towards your kitchen to get some water but as soon as you crossed the threshold of the hallway something hard collided with your face. Falling to the floor, you try to collect yourself but whoever hit you was faster, pinning you to the ground and wrapping their hands around your neck.

You tried to scream but you couldn’t breathe as you slowly began losing air. The world around you began to go dark and you knew soon you’d be gone.

The person above you abruptly howled in pain, falling to his side as you rolled over and coughed trying to collect as much oxygen as you could. You heard the struggle behind you before silence suddenly fell over the room. When a bloody hand touched your hip, you begin to limply fight back.

“It’s me. It’s me, sweetheart. It’s me. Are you ok?”, Eddie asked as crawled closer to you.

A broken cry escaped you as you circled your arms around his neck and he clung you tightly to his chest. The door to your apartment quietly opened but as the officer came around the corner he was anything but.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck happened? Are you two alright?!”, Steve asked as he skidded to his knees and Wayne turned on the lights.

When he tried to touch you to check on you, you didn’t even look his way as you held on to the gangster tighter and buried your face in the nook of his neck. Eddie could feel your hands and body still shaking and it killed him.

“It looks like we were right, Steven.”, Eddie’s uncle sighs as he pulls his nephew’s knife out of the other officer’s back. “Officer Douglas…I guess he came here to finish Gabe’s job. He’s still alive. Was there anything else you wanted to get out of him or can we do this quickly and cleanly?”

“Leave him there.”, Eddie answered for him flatly as he placed his palm against the back of your head, petting your hair tenderly.”

“Edward, this is a cop. Are you sure you want to—”

“LEAVE HIM THERE!” Steve jumped at his loud growl, never hearing this particular tone before from the man he loved.

Giving him a final nod, Wayne patted the other man’s shoulder comfortingly before heading out the door and leaving you three alone. Unsure of what to do next, Steve kicked into the only other gear he knew, grabbing another one of your chairs from the dining room and dragging the knocked-out officer to it before tying his hands behind his back.

“Look at me, baby. Let me see you.”, Eddie cooed as his hands cupped your face and tilted your head back. You had a cut above your eye that was beginning to swell and purple bruises were starting to form around your neck from where the man had choked you. “Do you think can stand so we can sit on the couch?”, he whispered.

Without waiting for an answer, Steve bent down and lifted you into his arms, placing you on the sofa before coming back to take Eddie’s hand and guiding him to sit beside you. You both listened as he headed towards your room and came back with the first aid materials he saw you use on his partner.

While you watched the officer fumble with getting everything together, the gangster kept his eyes you, taking note of your silent but seemingly calm demeanor. Sitting on your coffee table, Steve cleaned your wound carefully trying not to cause you anymore pain. As he started tearing open the bandage, you reached out to stop him, lightly tapping his hand and pointing towards the gauze squares.

When he finishes his task, he glances over at Eddie, silently asking if he needs any first aid but the man shakes his head.

“I’ll keep an eye on him. You two go lay down.”

After rising to your feet, you took the gangster’s hand and slung his arm behind your neck as you guided him back your bedroom. As you curled up in his side, his fingers absently played with your hair as he glared up at the ceiling. Not being able to control it, you began to cry again as he held you tighter to his body.

“Whenever my dad would scream and yell at men in our house, my mom used to hold me by her side just like this. After she died, he started screaming at me. I could never do anything right and he accused me constantly of being weak like her.”

You didn’t move or acknowledge you were listening but he knew you were, turning his head till his check rested on your forehead.

“That last year was the worst… he needed to get through to me, he said. He hired some of his goons to jump me when I was walking home from school to beat the shit out of me. When I was 12, Wayne said he wouldn’t tolerate this anymore. ‘Give me Eddie and I’ll take care of him.’ My dad dropped me off three hours later… I told myself when I took over that I would never treat any of my men the way he treated me and I don’t. He still has people though that are loyal to the ‘original true Munson’. They helped him carry out this particular punishment.”

As he murmured his last couple of words, you pushed up on your elbow to look at his face and his sad, heavy eyes met yours.

“I think it’s my turn to punish Allen… starting with that fucker out there…”

There was a darkness that clouded his eyes then. Something you had never seen before, rattling you slightly as you blinked and laid your head back down against his chest.

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That morning when you woke up, you were alone but you could hear their voices as they spoke in your living room.

“How many more cops work for Allen?”, Steve asked angerly to the man tied to the chair.

“You know, Harrington, I never would have taken you for dirty. You could have been making way more money if you picked the right Munson.”

Ringed fingers grabbed the other officer’s throat violently as Eddie pressed his nose to his own.

“You attacked and almost killed someone important to us. No matter what you aren’t going to leave this building alive but you’re the one that gets to choose if it’s quick or a slow, agonizing, painful death. Be lucky you’re getting the fucking option.”, he spat he let the man go and punched him hard in the stomach.

“What does it…matter…freak?”, Officer Douglas coughed. “Your father has allies everywhere. That bitch was marked for death and it will happen. Wait until he finds out you’re fucking a cop to. He’ll probably follow through with finally killing your ass!”

“Did you kill Gabe?”, you asked as all heads shift your way.

“Fuck you.”, he cursed causing Steve to punch his face, spraying blood on the floor.

“She asked you something. Fucking answer.”

The other man chuckled as he threw his head back to glare your way.

“Yeah, I killed him. I’d like to tell you he went out like a man but little shit cried begging, fucking BEGGING, for us to spare you. ‘Please! Please! She’s a good woman! Leave her be! Wa-wa.’”

You have no idea what came over you but you flew towards him, swiftly taking Eddie’s knife in your hand, and pointing it at the man’s throat.

“You won’t do it, little girl.”

“Oh yeah? You killed someone I cared about, tried to kill me, and then you and your little fake gang of nostalgic assholes hurt one of the men I love. Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because you’re weak. Just. Like. Them.”, he grumbled sassily.

Who you were and you were becoming began fighting within your brain as the knife began to quiver in your grasp. You wanted nothing more than to hurt this man like he had you but you were scared. A steady breath warmed the back of your neck as Eddie’s palm slid down your arm and he wrapped his own hand around yours holding the weapon.

“Don’t think about it. If you think about it, you’ll talk yourself out of it.”, he whispered.

“Eddie—”

“Shut the fuck up Steve.”, the gangster growled as his other arm wrapped around your stomach and pressed your back against him. “You can do it, pretty girl. You aren’t weak are you?”

“No.”

“Louder.”

“No, sir. I’m NOT weak.”

“Then do it, princess. Do you think he was going to show you any mercy when he had his hands around your throat? No. He was going to fucking kill you. Return the favor.”

Before you could do anything, a loud bang from Steve’s gun filled your ears as they began to ring and Eddie lightly pushed you away from him, taking his knife from your grasp.

“I know you’re hurting and these last few days have been rough but that does not give you license to play with her like that.”, Steve sneered in anger towards his partner. “If she wants to kill someone, that’s up to her. If she wanted to kill him, I would have let her but what you just did…trying to force her…”

“I wasn’t forcing her. I was encouraging.”

“Bullshit.”

“She needs to become stronger for what’s in store, Steven. More people are going to come after her until it gets through to Allen that I’M in charge. I know the line has been blurred because of our relationship but let me remind me of something, babe. I’m the gangster and I run a business. Jason was smart enough to back away but my father isn’t and it’s my turn to teach him a lesson. ANYONE who is loyal to that man will be put down. I’m done playing nice guy.”

“Edward Munson—”

“What, Steven Harrington? Are you going to throw me in jail and turn yourself in? Yeah, now we know what your police force does with people like that so give it a go.” The officer cocks his gun again and points the barrel towards his boyfriend’s head. “What are you going to do, sweetheart, huh? You’re gonna kill me?”

Tears stung Steve’s eyes as his hand began to shake.

“Please, honey, don’t do this. If you do, I’m going to lose you anyway because Allen will kill you.”

Standing up straighter, Eddie, pressed his forehead further into the weapon as if to challenge him.

“So be it.”

Another gun cocking echoed through the apartment as you held it up towards the officer in front of you.

“Drop it, Steve.”

“I can’t do that, Y/N.”

“Now, Steven, or I swear to God…”

Feeling defeated, the officer lowered his weapon and tucked it back into his holster as you turned your own on the gangster himself.

“I understand why you feel like you need to this and I’m not going to try to stop you but you need to heal and you need to be smart about this.”

“I don’t need to be anything, little girl. I already told you that neither of you have a say in what I do and this will not stand.”

Growling low in your throat, you place the gun on the counter.

“And I already told you that I’m involved whether you like it or not. Someone just tried to kill me again but this time they almost succeeded. Now, you will get back in bed and rest while Steve cleans up the mess here. Do I make myself clear, little boy?”

Steve’s eyebrow quirks as Eddie’s eyes darken further.

“The fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me.” Matching his stance, your chest comes level with his as your glare up at him. “Don’t make me repeat myself.”

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𝔹𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕒 𝔾𝕠𝕠𝕕 ℝ𝕦𝕟 [ℙ𝕋𝟙.]

DI!Leon Kennedy x (Fem)Reader

Summary: You and Leon end up critically injured. He's dying and you're faced with the reality of what could have been.

Words: 2.2k

Content Warning: Leon slowly dying, talks of family life and cliffhanger ending (might make a part two depending on how this does)

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You can't move.

He shouldn't move.

You're both going to die here.

It's so hard to think over the blaring sirens and bright red lights sweeping every surface of the room.

Your voice is hoarse from screaming for help from your fellow agents for so long.

He's leaned against one of the cold metal lab tables, sat up just like you are across from him. Clutching his wounded stomach, he looks up at you.

"It was good working with you for so long." He says, so nonchalantly it scares you more than most of the horrors you've seen over the years.

"It's been how long now?" You ask, trying not to feel distressed. It's the only thing you can feel right now, at least above your waist.

"Couple of years now... I still remember when you transferred to the D.S.O." His usual stoic expression softens to a smile, something you've barely gotten to see over the years but you've come to love it. Almost as much as him.

"I hated working at the C.I.A."

"Good, you were much better with us anyway." He looked around the room, realizing this "much better" he spoke of was leading to the two of you dying.

"It's been a good run. Wish I could have gone longer. Seen more. Experienced more. But this is it." You swallow the lump in your throat, it's rough and it hurts, but it's much better than anything he must be feeling with his injury.

You look up from your spot on the floor to the ceiling. The hole you both crashed through, sparking from broken wires, jagged pipes jutting out from when you went through the ceiling first, causing Leon's injury as he fell after.

"I've been through hell and back. We both have an this is how we go..." Now you're mad, peeling your eyes from the hole. You look back at Leon.

Who's just staring at you? Almost like he's admiring you.

"I feel so fucking pathetic." You comment, his head shaking in response.

"At least it wasn't one of those things. That probably would have pissed you off more." He's right, you know he's right.

"I guess." You sigh as he smiles wider, his softer side coming out.

"You're always so cute when you're mad." His smile fades as he looks down at himself, realization sinking in.

"And you're just as attractive as ever when existential dread finally gets you."

He sighed, looking back at you, trying not to look too hopeless. The number of times, Leon has almost died, he feels invincible almost, but to see someone else in this situation too? It's too much for him to feel hopeful.

"Do you have any regrets?" You ask, trying to keep the conversation going.

"A few things but mainly... Becoming a cop." You laugh at his immediate response, his smile finally coming back.

Thank God...

"You?" He asks as you nod, feeling a bit better after the laugh.

"Obsessing too much over work. Not making time for myself... Not having the family I wanted."

"You wanted a family too." He huffs, as if this was something he'd heard you say before. His head lulls to the side so you're not surprised. Leon does seem like the kind of guy to want a family.

"You too?" You ask, he nods in response. Looking at him, you notice how the color is starting to drain from his face. Blood loss was starting to get to him.

"Leon, look at me." His eyes shift as his head pops back up. He really doesn't look good. "Oh God..."

You start trying to turn on your stomach. This would be so much easier if you could feel your legs.

"Don't move." His voice surprises you for a second before you look up at him, defiant of his command, you finally make it onto your stomach.

Starting to army crawl over to him, he just watches, not saying a word. Eventually, after struggling, you're able to prop yourself up next to him. A little too close to be honest.

"You never fucking listen." He mumbles as you move his hand off his wound and push your own onto it. A soft grunt pours from his lips as he looks down at you, the annoyance he had melting away.

"Yeah, well, I'm sure not starting now. So shut up old man." You smirk at him as he lets out a sound, something similar to a laugh.

"I'm only a few years older than you."

"Still older." His bloody hand goes on top of yours. Squeezing gently as he tilts his head more, still looking at your face. Taking in every feature, every beauty mark or dimple.

"Thank you..." You nodded, taking in his abnormally content look.

It feels tense. Though there's always been an underlying tension since you two met during a case many years ago. Such obvious tension that fellow agents have asked about the two of you. Chris even asked you about it when the two of you had a mission out of the country a few years back.

"This is a shitty first date, huh?" You crack a joke, Leon not saying a word in response, just continuing to stare.

The tension remains, you both fall silent and finally the siren in the room cuts off. Sighing in relief, you lean onto him, his free arm going around your waist.

Being this close feels so natural with him. You aren't sure if it's just the familiarity or your feelings, but you enjoy it. Even in this state.

"I should have asked you out," he said, breaking the silence. Your eyes dart back up to him. He's still peering down at you with those beautiful blue eyes you love so much. He looks tired, so damn tired.

"I would've said yes." He sighs, head meeting the top of yours.

"You're not just saying that?" He asks, almost like he doesn't believe you completely. You don't know why, it's not like you have any reason to lie right now.

"No, I like you quite a lot." Biting the inside of your cheek you fight the urge to say what you've been wanting to say. Not because it's untrue, but because of fear. Fear of not being able to go back after that point. Fear of rejection.

But right now it is literal life or death... You might never have this chance again.

"I might even say... I love you." You can feel your face warm up, not daring to look away from him. Even if the feelings aren't reciprocated, you can still say you said something at least.

"I love you too. Have for a long time." He looks pained saying it, regret stirring in him as his smile fades again.

"Don't." Your free hand goes to the side of his neck, slowly sliding to the back of it. "If we die, at least we knew how we felt. We're both stubborn ass people. You know just as much as I do, this was one of the only ways we were going to say anything."

"That's true." His voice sounds so weak as he leans his forehead against yours. "I hate that you're right."

"Aren't I right 90% of the time?"

He says nothing, his weight just gets heavier on you. Looking up, you see his eyes slowly drifting close.

"No, no, no!" You slap his cheek a few times, his eyes open back up. Glassy and dazed looking. He's losing too much blood...

"I'm so tired..."

"I know! But you can't fall asleep. Keep your eyes open as long as you can." He nods gently, looking in your eyes again.

"Do you think we could have had a family together?" Leon sounded happy, asking such an out-of-place question.

"Leon..." His face just looks so... Loving, for such a rough around the edges guy. Even if he is slowly dying. "Of course."

"I wanted two girls." He chuckles, cuddling back up to you, pulling you closer with as much strength as he could with the arm around your waist. "Come home to my wife and our little princesses everyday... Spoil them rotten but not enough to be little shits."

You smile at the thought of putting yourself in place as his wife. It really does sound like something you would have wanted with him.

"I can still give you that." His eyes light up as you stroke his face with your knuckles. "Just hold on a little longer."

"White picket fence and all?"

"Whatever you want. As long as you're there." He snickers, mouth drawing into a thin line.

His lips part like he's about to say something, but then he shuts his mouth again.

"Can I kiss you? Just once." He asks, you don't even hesitate saying yes.

You both close your eyes, your lips meet his. He reacts immediately by putting his hand to the back of your neck, keeping you in place like you'd fly away any second. It's slow and passionate for a dying man. Like getting zapped after shuffling across a carpet in socks. Surprising, but not in a bad way. It's everything either of you could have asked for. Feeling his breath tickle your face, you cautiously pull back.

You can't help but smile at him. He starts drifting off again, earning a few more smacks on the cheek.

Just then, the swinging light from the hole in the ceiling starts fizzling and convulsing with electricity. Until the wire snaps, sending the light to the floor with a loud crash.

You stare at it, almost bewildered, until you feel Leon slump against you again. You turn back, shaking him furiously.

"Leon? Leon, come on! You can't sleep, please I- I need you here!" He stirs, cracking his eyes open, mumbling something incoherently. You listen carefully, making sure he keeps his eyes open. Finally, you make out what he's saying.

"I'm sorry..." You feel tears brimming your eyes, the sting blurring your vision as you blink them away.

"No, don't apologize, just keep your eyes open! I can't leave you and you aren't leaving me." Your voice cracks, still hoarse from your screaming earlier and now from being emotional. You sniffle, begging him to stay awake when you hear a door in the very far distance open.

Then you hear a faint yell.

"Leon!?"

It's Chris. Followed by Jill yelling for you.

"Anybody here!?" Rebecca calls not long after them.

They're here, help is here. Hope fills you again as you look around for anything to make noise with, knowing your voice isn't reliable anymore. Looking down, you see Leon's belt.

This is probably the stupidest plan you've ever had, but it'll make noise.

Leaning over, you quickly start taking his belt off, the buckle jingling enough to stir him for a second.

"What the... Hell?"

"I'm getting us help."

Yanking the belt out, you lay on your side pulling yourself towards the end of the metal lab table. Wrapping the belt around your arm, you smack the thick buckle against the side of the lab table.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

"Hello!" You hear Chris yell out, closer than before. Banging the buckle against the table side repeatedly until you feel tired.

Laying on your side, you hear the lab room door open.

"In here!" You look up, seeing Jill rushing over, Chris and Rebecca not far behind.

"Are you okay!?" She asks, looking you over.

"Leons bleeding, don't worry about me!" You command, watching Rebecca and Chris rush over to him.

"Oh God he's lost a lot of blood." Rebecca looked up at Chris. "Get him on the table."

"Can you walk?" Jill asks you, gaining your attention again.

"I can't feel my legs at all..."

"What happened?" She asks, trying to help you sit up. You look over, seeing Chris hoist Leon onto the lab table, Rebecca sitting her medical bag down and starts working as Chris rolls his sleeves up. Jill taps your cheek, making you look at her.

"Uh... We were fighting one of those things and it pushed us off the metal rafters... We fell."

"That's 5 stories! No wonder you can't walk. I'm surprised you two are even alive!"

Looking over, you see Rebecca prepping to start a blood transfusion, Chris seated on the table with his arm out. The IV was already in Leon's arms. He looks so lifeless...

Without warning, you're lifted onto Jill's shoulder and headed towards the door.

"Wait, Jill, no! I said I'd stay with him!"

"We need to get you back to our set up. Claire's calling for evac right now. He'll be fine."

"You don't know that!" You grab the door frame, trying to fight her as best as you possibly can. But in the end it was useless.

Jill yanks you free of the doorway and all you're left to see is Rebecca and Chris working on Leon as he lies there.

Unresponsive.

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 10 months

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Track Marks And Dial Tones II

Summary: You promised Clay to get him help but for that, the two of you still need to make it through the night…

Pairing: Clay Roach x fem!cop!Reader

Word Count: ~2.7k

Content Warnings: Dead Dove Do Not Eat 18+!, Major Hurt/Comfort, Still Angsty, The Slow Burn Is Slowly Burning Y'all, Kinda Calm And Domestic Vibes For A Treacherous Second, Talk About Rehab, Talk About Track Marks, Brief Mentions Of Other Substances (Painkillers And Alcohol), Talk About Past Self-Harm, Clay Still Being Miserable, Crying, A Short Sloppy Make Out Session In The Shower, Smutty Cliffhanger 😬

A/N: I actively lost my mind over this, y'all. Major shout out to @cc-luvr for listening to my demented rambles and proofreading this stuff 🫶🏻

Find Part I and Part III here!

Tagging the horde:

@crypticsewerslut @quicksilversg1rl @cc-luvr @icarus-star @milaeth @roryculkinsgf @spookyorchid @arch1viste @whoareyoi @angelsanarchy @blueberrypancakesworld @rocketqueen-world @r0ttenmess @doddernix @svgarcaine

You are all I need

You're all I need

I'm in the middle of your picture

Lying in the reeds

I am a moth

Who just wants to share your light

I'm just an insect

Trying to get out of the night

- All I Need By Radiohead

You knew that you should just hand in your resignation at the Boston PD by now, kiss your badge goodbye and face the fact to get demoted to filing parking tickets again. The second someone just got so much as a whiff of you taking your informant in at your own home would have you suspended in absolutely no time whatsoever. Anyhow, that train of thought had to wait while you scooped a hastily put together grilled cheese sandwich from the pan to a small plate and placed it onto your kitchen table right next to a cup of hot chocolate.

"I know, it's not strawberry milk but basically the next best thing now, no?" You tried to sound a little cheerful although there was nearly no energy left inside of you.

Hauling Clay out if his hellhole of a flat had been hard enough on both of you since he practically broke down crying anew every few steps down the way. Only when you'd put on the heating and the radio in your car did Clay calm down eventually.

Before answering to you, Clay just looked at the food with wide eyes, his form hardly more than a weak silhouette slumped in your kitchen chair. In that moment it dawned on your sleep-deprived mind that he probably hasn't had a real home-cooked meal in god knows how long. While you wouldn't even really call a grilled cheese sandwich home-cooked, it meant the world and more to Clay, who still just stared at it, seemingly hypnotized by the token of hospitality in front of him.

"Thank you…you didn’t…it wouldn't have been necessary." He expressed his gratitude with a sore voice and looked up to you as you took a seat in front of him, your own late-night snack in hand.

"But I wanted to.", You smiled at him softly but with obviously very tired undertones, "Now, please, dig in."

Your invitation to take a bite of the sandwich had hardly left your lips as Clay already munched down on it.

"Please don't choke yourself, okay? I said I'd drive you to rehab first thing in the morning, not the morgue." It rolled over your tongue in an upright and honest chuckle.

"It's kinda the same thing, depending how you look at it." Clay snarled back, the sarcasm heavy in his voice.

"Oh, c'mon now.." You arched your brows at him while taking a much needed bite out of your own sandwich.

"Sorry…" Clay broke from your gaze with an apologetic expression on his face before downright devouring the cheese-stuffed toast and chugging down the cup of hot chocolate, seemingly unbothered by the possibility of burning his mouth with the fresh from the stove liquid.

"That good?", You asked in between bites, the crunchy and creamy texture of the warm sandwich feeling like a near orgasmic experience to your whiplashed senses, "Do you need anything else? Painkillers…alcohol…whatever really?"

"No, not…not yet." Clay shimmied around in his chair a little, "I'm kinda cold though.."

"Maybe a hot shower would help with that? No offense, Clay, but you could use one.." You suggested, eating up the last bits of your sandwich.

"I know.", He reciprocated dryly, "But.."

"But what?" You inquired calmly, taking a deep drag from your steaming cup of coffee.

"The last time I tried, I got heart palpitations, fainted and nearly smashed my head on the fucking tiles.." For the blink of an eye you just stared at him with a deadpan expression on your face.

"Do you need help with that then?" Your question was sincere.

"Fuck off, I'm not a toddler that needs to be mothered." Clay pursed his lips as he started chewing on the insides of his cheeks, crossing his arms in front of his chest in resignation.

"I never implied that, Clay. You asked for help and I am offering it to you. Simple as that." You knew all too well that the current situation you found yourself in was everything but simple, however, that was a problem for sometime tomorrow.

"I'll just be there, making sure that maybe you won't flail out of my shower head first." You suggested while looking at him, waiting for an answer.

It took a good moment of silence for him to redirect his eyes towards yours right before he mumbled: "I'm….I'm embarrassed. My body.. is- is not in a good condition, shocker, I know."

"Clay…", You sighed after taking another sip of coffee, "An hour ago, I pulled a needle from your arm. There's nothing you'd have to be embarrassed about, I promise you."

In a nervous, clearly still unsure motion, he rubbed his palms together, pulling the hem of his sleeves up to his knuckles.

"Promise?" He furrowed his brows and bit down on his bottom lip.

"I promise." You assured him, "How about you go upstairs? It's the first door to the right and I get you some fresh clothes from my wardrobe while you make yourself as comfortable as you can, hm?"

"I guess we can try that." You knew it was the best you could get out of him about that and you acknowledged it with a nod while scooting away from the table.

"I'll be with you right away, yeah?" You smiled at Clay before putting both plates in the sink and taking the stairs towards your bedroom.

At this point, you just left him to himself for a moment. Sure, you thought about him taking his chance and running. Maybe the next thing you'd hear would be the slamming of your front door but that would be his choice then. A choice you wouldn't take from him, there was no use to that. Clay was here on his own accord and you left it up to him to show you that he really wanted this.

While you pulled a long-sleeved shirt from the bottom of your wardrobe's drawer, accompanied by one of your oversized sweatpants, you felt your heart thrashing against your ribcage. Your ears were picking up every possible sound and you couldn't help yourself but to wish that he wouldn't do anything stupid. The pent-up breath leaving your lungs in a heavy sigh as you heard the creaking of the stairs should've given it away to yourself, practically rubbing it into your face that Clay had grown important to you, but you chose active denial instead.

"There should be a leftover toothbrush on the shelf above the sink if you want to use it!" You called down the hallway, folding the clothes into one neat pile before getting up from the carpet floor of your bedroom.

"Noted." Clay answered back after stepping into your bathroom, not fully closing the door behind him.

Before stepping in after him you gently knocked.

"Can I come in?" You asked in a soft tone, leaning your shoulder against the door.

"Uh-Huh." He mumbled in return, the toothbrush already between his jaws.

Steadying yourself with a deep breath, you pushed the door open slowly, the pale skin of Clay's back facing you.

You tried your best not to stare like a total idiot, but the way you could practically count his ribs and the intervertebral disks of his spine up to the nape of his neck had you stunned for a second. Tearing your gaze away from him, you placed the clothes on top of the laundry bin right next to the door and sat down on the closed toilet seat beside the sink, getting yourself out of your PJ pants first.

Up until that moment, you didn't waste a second thought about your own body in this whole scenario but as the soft fabric of the pants pooled on the tiles in front of you, the discomfort shot as a hot wave into your cheeks. Clearing your throat a little, you silently stared down on your thighs, faded out, thick scar tissue ogling right back, mocking you in a way.

"How about…", Clay spat out an amalgamation of saliva and toothpaste, leaning his hands against the sink, "You just stare at me for a moment while I do the same. Get it over with."

"Yeah, hold on…", You pulled the PJ top off, too, leaving you in your underwear. "Now it's fair.."

Your eyes traced the trail of self-induced scars up to your navel before you raised your head back to Clay.

"What happened?" He asked bluntly, turning himself to you, vulnerable and exposed, the waistband of his shorts sitting loosely on his pointy hip bones.

"I could ask you the same." You chuckled dryly, your eyes wandering over his torso, ribs poking through just like his collarbones.

"Life, I'm afraid." He responded in an equally dry tone.

"Same here.", You shrugged your shoulders a little, "How about we put some antiseptics on the puncture sites? They look like they could use some. I have a bottle in the drawer to your left."

With a short nod Clay opened up the drawer, pulling out not only said bottle of antiseptic lotion but also a still wrapped shut set of razor blades.

"The monsters still live in the closet, huh?" He put the package back as fast as he'd pulled it from the drawer.

"They never really moved out, no." You confessed, gathering a few pieces of toilet paper to douse it in the disinfectant.

"I wonder if they ever do." Clay sighed, inhaling sharply as you caressed the plentiful of his track marks with the improvised paper swab.

"Thank you…" You pat every little inch on the inside of his elbow carefully.

"For what?" Clay sounded thoroughly confused.

"For trusting me, shitbum." You said in return, throwing him a faint yet upright smile.

"Uh, sure…" He shrugged it off while you dumped the soggy toilet paper into a trash can underneath the sink.

"Now let's get into that shower, no?" You nudged your head towards the shower.

"Yeah, uhm…", Clay's eyes darted down to his shorts, "Should I…I mean..?"

"Whatever you are comfortable with." You got up and stepped underneath the shower head, fumbling with the faucet handle to not just drench the both of you in ice cold water.

"Uh, okay…" He mumbled, deciding to leave his boxers on before cautiously following you.

"Is the temperature okay for you?" You reached out to gently grab his hand by the wrist, holding it under the softly flowing stream of warm, but not exactly hot water.

"A bit more, maybe? I don't wanna burn you but I feel like I'm freezing." He asked hesitantly.

"Sure, don't worry about me, okay?" You pushed the handle a little more to the left.

"How about now? That better?" A wave of significantly warmer water hit your front and the palm of his hand.

"Yeah…" Clay smiled contentedly whilst stepping into the flow of water coming from above.

A long, low humm of comfort left his lips while you watched him closely as the water soaked his unkempt hair and cascaded down his body.

"Fuck…that feels good." He sighed with eyes closed, his hand now holding on to yours for guidance.

"Good, I got you, yeah?" You carefully wrapped your fingers a little tighter around his, slowly crouching down to pick up a bottle of shampoo.

You let him soak in the heat of the water for a while before you asked: "Mind taking just a little step towards me? I think we should take some care of that hair if yours, no?"

"Sure…" Clay blindly stepped out of the frequent stream, now just standing inches away from you.

With your free hand you unscrewed the bottle and tilted it over the crown of his head until a big dollop of shampoo oozed out of it.

"Am I going to smell like flowers and berries now?" He chuckled whilst you put the bottle back down and started lathering his scalp with tender, circular movements of your fingertips.

"Actually…" You started, his comment eliciting a short laugh out of you as well, "It's mint and green apple scented."

"Oh, I can get behind that." He murmured, his face clearly telling you how much he enjoyed you soaping up his hair right now.

"Well, it's not like you really got a say in this, huh?" You returned, delicately letting go of his hand to put both of yours to use throughout his knotted hair.

"Yeesh, we'll need a lot of conditioner to tame that mess." You noted with slightly pursed lips.

"Conditioner now, too, yeah? Gon' be the best smelling lowlife in rehab tomorrow." At first you smiled but soon enough the reality of his comment hit you deep down again.

For an innocent, foolish moment you simply forgot about it, had allowed yourself to get carried away.

You tried your best to not sound too taken aback as you uttered: "So, you really want it?"

At that Caly also lost his faint smile and you deeply regretted every word that just left your mouth.

"Fuck, sorry…" You whispered to him, feeling sorry for the both of you for bluntly trashing the moment like that.

"No, stop…it's okay.", With his hair full of bubbly shampoo, Clay took another blind step towards you, nearly bumping into you, his arms clumsily wrapping themselves around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder, "It's a valid question and the answer is yes."

For seemingly endless seconds your severely overworked brain oh so desperately tried to compute what was happening.

"Are…are you hugging me right now?" You stammered awkwardly.

"Kinda looks like it, no?" Clay answered, wrapping his arms closer around you as if to prove his point.

"Oh-, okay, cool…", You felt your mind gradually losing the plot, being so utterly stunned by his display of affection, "Let's…how about we rinse that shampoo out now." Trying to regain your composure, you cupped his hips with your hands, gently guiding him back underneath the steady flow of steaming, warm water.

"Yeah, sure…" It bubbled out of his mouth as you watched the shampoo residue slowly trickling down the drain.

Yet again, Clay rested his chin in the crook of your neck, his face slightly tilting towards your collarbone. In this very moment you felt his lips brushing over your skin, his wet hair falling across your shoulder and it led you to forsake all rational reason for good.

In a moment of unadulterated senselessness your hands cupped his face, pulling it up to yours to press a painfully longing kiss to his lips.

"Fuck…" Clay huffed right before reciprocating the kiss, practically shoving himself onto you, tightening his hug around your lower body.

"Shit, fucking hell…no.. we shouldn't-" You rambled into his mouth.

"I know but fuck that." He groaned nonchalantly.

#rory culkin #city on a hill #clay roach x fem!reader #clay roach x you #clay roach x reader #clay roach #clay roach smut #Track Marks And Dial Tones

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writingtoforgetreality · 3 years

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I Know You - The Devil’s Daughter Chapter Six (Lucifer Morningstar x Daughter!Reader)

[Lucifer-Masterlist], [The Devil’s Daughter-Masterlist]

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Summary: You did not expect this person to be the one to interrogate you. A decision had to be made & you were happy that you could drop this topic for the time being. Running from your past worked for a while but one day, sooner or later, you had to deal with it. Just not yet.

Words: 1,245

Warnings: language, Dan being awesome (yes, he is still my favorite), even worse cliffhanger than Chapter 5 *evil laughter*, a lot of dialogue in this one, also the reason why it’s a little shorter (I need to keep you interested after all), (Y/A) = your age

If you like my work & wanna support me: a coffee would be highly appreciated ❤

“Chloe?” your eyes grew wider. Whoever you expected, she was not it. Apparently she was a cop, too? Why did Dan not mention this? On the other hand, it was none of your business.

“Seems like you already know me.” her smile was inviting & you could feel yourself relaxing a bit more. If she was the one asking the questions, you thought you would be fine. Walking over to the table, she propped her arms onto it. Dan was following closely behind & by the way his body language gave him away, you assumed he was here to silently observe the two of you.

“Dan told me about you.” you admitted. Thinking it would be fine since he did say that they were still friendly with one another. Chloe nodded at you. She sat down at the edge of the table, Dan kept himself in the background. Your heart was still racing but you knew you did not have to worry about anything. Not when Dan was here & Chloe was interrogating you.

“I believe you know why you’re here?” nodding for her to continue. “Good. Look…We wanna help you but we can only do that if you help us understand first. So I’m asking you to tell me…us, more about yourself. Do you think you can do that?” her voice was soothing & you were thankful for how she acted in this situation. Sighing loudly, you started.

“I already told Dan yesterday.” you argued.

“I know but I’d like to hear it from you.” again, her smile was encouraging, so you braced yourself to retell your little story.

“My name’s (Y/N) & as far as I know I don’t have a last name?” looking up to wait for her reaction, you were glad when she simply signaled you to carry on. “Right…I’ve never met my mom & my father abandoned me shortly after I was born. My grandfather & uncles took care of me, even though I’d like to think that there would have been better ways to handle that.” a chuckle escaped you. “I decided to leave. That’s it.” finishing your story, you leaned back in your chair. There was a moment of silence before Dan’s footsteps could be heard as he was walking closer to you.

“Right, you said that but a bit more background information could be convenient.” Dan reasoned.

“For example your uncles’ names or the name of your grandfather. Where you came from & so on.” Chloe finished. Gulping, you were at a loss for words. What could you possibly tell them?

“My grandfather…well, he liked to call himself the Big Guy. You know, his ego was out of this world, quite literally.” awesome, because sarcasm always worked. “Mike & Gabe, they were my favorites. But please don’t ask for last names...” mumbling quietly, more to yourself. “Most people would call where I come from paradise. It’s far away from here.” not knowing what else to say, you kept your mouth shut. Chloe & Dan left you alone briefly & you considered getting up & walking out. What good would it do, though?

“I don’t wanna go back there.” as soon as the door opened, your desperate voice could be heard through the room. Both exchanged a look with each other, one you could not quite pinpoint.

“I can go find a job, make money & rent an apartment. It can’t be that hard.”

“We checked everything. As far as we know you’re not even a registered citizen.” Chloe completely ignored what you said & cut straight to the chase. Keeping quiet, because you did not know how to answer, your eyes shot down to your lap, slightly embarrassed. Of course you were not registered. Last time you checked, you were a registered citizen in heaven.

“Do you have a place to stay?” your eyes met hers for a second before looking back down again. A slight shake of your head was enough of an answer.

“You can stay with me for the time being.” Dan sent you a smile but when you did not reply right away, he added. “Of course, only if you want to.” he scratched the back of his neck.

“You wouldn’t mind?”

“Not at all. Trix can stay with Chloe so you can have her bedroom.”

“Thank you.” your voice barely above a whisper.

“Alright, I let you two to it for now. Sort things out & all.” to which Chloe turned around & left Dan & you alone in the room.

“I think there’s more than what you’re telling us.” Dan stated. Raising your eyebrows, you turned to him.

“And what makes you think that?” questioning him with a slight sarcastic undertone.

“Don’t know. Your past sounds sketchy.”

“Does it now?” you laughed, trying to cover up how uncomfortable you were whenever you had to talk about it.

“You can’t tell me you left your old life behind, at just (Y/A) years, & act as if you don’t give a shit.”

“My past has nothing to do with any of this, Dan. I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“I don’t expect you to open up to me immediately. I’m still a stranger, sorta…But it looks like we’ll be spending more time with each other.”

“So?”

“Just saying. Let’s just say…I’ll give you some time & we’ll talk about this again, in a few weeks from now.”

“And why do you think our conversation would be different then?”

“Something tells me you might be.”

For the rest of the day, you followed Dan around the precinct. He told you to stick around until the end of his shift. Not one to argue with him, you agreed. The people who worked at the LAPD were super nice. Especially Ella was a ray of sunshine. When Dan introduced you to her, she immediately dragged you into her lab & showed you around. Her energy was nice to experience. Chloe, you could tell, took this job a bit more seriously. Not in a bad way, though. Her focus was completely on her work & you admired her for it. Yes, you could get used to this. Not that you were planning on staying here. After all, you could not interfere Dan’s life more than you already had. Tomorrow, you would start looking for jobs to get things going. Maybe some of the people here would even help you.

Dan informed you that his shift would be over in ten minutes & suggested you to go ahead & walk out to his car already. He would follow you in a bit. Recalling where the entrance was, you walked through the precinct. You did not even reach the front door when a figure made you stop abruptly. Were you hallucinating? Or was it really him? Shit, did you do anything wrong? He was not even facing you but by the way he carried his body, by the way he stood, you were certain that it was him. Was he looking for you? Or was it just a coincidence? You hoped for the latter. Not, that you were not excited to see him but if he had been looking for you, then it could not have been a good sign. Besides, he would let you know if he came by, that was just who he was. So why the hell was he here? After all, he had never left before. Or so you thought.

“Mike?”

~to be continued~

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Published (03/22/2021) by Cathy

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shipcago · 3 years

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Hi, when do you think the secret about Roy's dead will come out or not and how do you think Adam, Kevin & Kim will react and that could lead to a rift in the team?

This is a good question and I’m not really sure, to be honest.

At first glance I would think it would at least come out that Roy’s dead right away. But then I wonder if it’s something North would keep under wraps until Jay makes a decision, though I think that will happen fairly quickly if it hasn’t already between now and the next episode.

I don’t think the full story will come out right away. I think the team will find out Roy is gone but it might be an ep or two before they find out how. That or they find out right before the episode ends for the fall finale. Or when the fall finale comes back but NBC takes a break to host the Olympics. Depends on how long the writers want to drag this out and how much tension they want to leave. It definitely has cliffhanger potential.

Reaction wise, it’s kind of hard. Kim will probably be relieved Roy’s gone, but I wouldn’t be surprised if she held on to some anger for being in the dark for months. Living in fear that he’ll come back. I do hope we get to see a scene with her and Hailey where they talk it out and at least come to an understanding of what happened. Forgiveness may be earned down the line but I hope they can at least clear the air.

Adam I can see angry because of what this did to Kim and that out of everyone they could’ve been trusted to know this, but I’ve said it before, I don’t know that Adam would be against what Voight did. He can be impulsive and reactionary and I think if he were the one who found Voight and Roy that night he would’ve gone off the rails. In a sense I think he’d be the most understanding of the choice Voight made and possibly even a bit satisfied with the outcome. To me, Adam stands at a middle ground between Jay and Voight’s perspective on policing. But sometimes I think he leans a little more towards Voight’s view of justice than Jay’s.

As for Kevin, this is where the true wild card lies. I think he’ll either have a nothing reaction that gets backseated amidst Adam and Kim’s, OR this will maybe play into his storyline with Celeste and her view on cops. And he hates that this feeds even more into her belief that cops aren’t to be trusted. Kevin believes in what he does and the good he can do, and he wants to be in a world where he can be a cop without being treated like a sell out. But situations like this must make it feel like for every step forward they’re then having to take 2 steps back. So yeah, wouldn’t be surprised if this causes turmoil for Kev.

As for this causing a rift in the team, this may result in a personal rift(s), but at the end of the day Intelligence has always closed ranks to protect the unit. Everything else is dealt with from the inside.

Whatever happens though, I think Upstead will be fine. And even though most of the focus has been on Hailey throughout this, I hope the team realizes that Hank is the puppet master for all of it. As big as her role was, she was more collateral damage than anything else.

Thanks for talking to me!

#cpd #Chicago pd #Jay halstead #Hailey upton #upstead #upton #halstead #burgess #ruzek #atwater #Kevin atwater #adam ruzek #kim burgess #hank fucking voight #voight

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wingsoffireaus · 3 years

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Okay so let's talk about Jerboa...

Again trigger warnings. But let me start off by saying this.

I actually didn't mind the chapter delving into her past so much. BUT I get if people are triggered or don't like it.

I mean I was shocked it was in there. But it didn't bother me that much. Guess that goes to show who I am though.

I don't know guys. Like it's bad. It really is. We've got it all here. Child abuse. Brainwashing (literally) and some loss if limb. But... I don't know. Like it took me back but...

Yeah it's probably bad that I just found it more fascinating than anything else. Like it's a very good dive into how ultimate power (and time) can corrupt you. Like... Ugh. I thought it was fascinating.

But.. I don't know. It's valid that people are upset over this part. It really is. But I grew up reading animorphs and let me tell you... That is some fucked up shit. Haha. Y'all think "oh those books with the silly covers? Psh what do they have?"

Haha how about. Child soldiers. Someone gets eaten in the first book. Mind controlling slugs. Racism. Ableism. Loss of limb. PTSD literal children being mind controlled by slugs. Cannibalistic giant centipede things. Genocide. Chemical war fair.

Oh and the series ended on one of the darkest cliffhangers I have ever seen. So yeah. Guys I've grown up reading stuff like this. It does not bother me at all. It probably should... But it doesn't. In all seriousness though guys Animorphs is an amazing series and I recommend it... But keep these in mind. To be fair they actually do have a lot of humor and character... Admittedly once the ghost writers took over it took a turn but .. we don't talk about that. But yeah. (There is an actual gay alien couple in the later books though. Being in the 90s they couldn't be obvious about it but... It's there guys. It's very obviously there. And the author's confirmed it. Not in that way. Like they did all they could do to confirm with out saying it straight out.

Anyway. Sorry Animorphs is a thing for me. I can't help but rant about it.

Continuing on. Yes this is a disturbing chapter. And I can see people being freaked out about it... But to be honest y'all can probably skip it. Actually here this is what pisses me off about all this.

Why does Jerboa exist? I literally think it's just because Sutherland came up with this fascinating character backstory.. but besides that Jerboa doesn't really do anything. Besides traumatizing children. She does that very well. Like I said earlier it didn't bother me. But I'm so fucked up that even as a child I don't think it would have bothered me. Again haha animorphs. But I don't think I'd let any of my nieces or nephews listen to that part. Maybe that's my protective side coming in I don't know. Meh. Ultimately I think it depends on who it is reading it.

So here's the thing that pisses me off. Jerboa took away animus magic. Cuz that's totally a great idea.... Fuck off man. I hate this trope. Why is this a trope? Why is this a thing? Let's take magic away! (But did anyone else notice she said only living Animi. Good job Tui. If you ever want to write a future book with Animi you can now.)

But just... Okay the obvious reason Tui did this was so they can't use magic to defeat the plants... But hey guess what? What you could've done is a spell where no magic can ever cause harm. Boom. Fixed it.

Then they can't use it to just kill Wasp. They'd have to find a way around it. Isn't that more interesting than taking it away? Like I'm sorry it's just... It's so boring and stupid.

This is exactly like when in fantasy movies they always have to leave the magic behind. Oh wow magical world. Oh wow friends. Oh no you have to go home but you're okay. Cuz being normal is good.

Cut it with the condescending crap! It pissed me off when I was 6 (seriously guys Narnia was an... Event when you watched it with 6year old tree) and it ticks me off as a 21 year old adult!

We're reading these books for the magic! Don't introduce it and then write it out so lazily! Even as a kid this would upset me.

But um yeah. So Jerboa? I kind of wish you didn't exist. Yes your backstory is... Deliciously tragic. And I'm just the sicko to find it fascinating. But y'know what. I could've lived without the taking magic away. No.

And another reason this upsets me?

Turtle. Hey anyone remember the end of his book. When he had a shut down when his magic was taken away? A vital piece of himself? No?

Well it seems like Tui has too. And it just... Fuck guys. I cried at that part! And I was ecstatic when he got it back. But nah guys.

Animus magic is too convenient. Better scratch that. Not try and be creative.

Blegh...

Oh wait... Hold on. Yeah so remember the ring? Yes the magic ring? That I'm kind of on the fence about? Guess what it adds another layer against Jerboa doing what she did. The ring shows the good magic can do. And then we had the crown showing the bad... I just .. I don't know I feel about this guy's. I just wish they weren't a thing. Cuz now I just feel like there could've been a dialogue about the good and evil of magic. But there's not really. Let's be real here. Once again one person made a decision without talking to anyone else. And I hate that. I want dialogue guys. I want conflict and then talking. You can't have one person be it all.

Cuz that's just as bad as one person running the show. But this is never gonna come up again. Just like Peacemaker is just gonna... Be Peacemaker. And it's all just... So upsetting I don't know.

I am so genuinely upset by these cheap cop outs guys. And I'm tired.

Anyway sorry guys. Prolly not the rant y'all expected. But I'm tired now. And emotionally drained from writing this.

Sounding totally cliche. I miss the magic of this series. But I feel like it's been getting drained from it. Literally and figuratively.

#wings of fire #spoilers #dangerous gift spoilers #dangerous gift #tw abuse #tw loss of limb #tw brainwashing #tri is salty #tri rants

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Spiral is now available on 4K UHD, Blu-ray, DVD, and digitally. The Saw spin-off stars Chris Rock, Samuel L. Jackson, and Max Minghella in the lead roles and is directed by Saw II-IV director Darren Lynn Bousman in his return to helming the horror series. While it exists in the Saw universe, it’s very much its own thing and provides a fresh experience.

ComingSoon Editor-in-Chief Tyler Treese spoke with Spiral star Max Minghella about the film, a possible sequel, his relationship with the Saw franchise, and much more.

Tyler Treese: I really liked Spiral and it’s this great mix of genres as you’ve got the Saw-type horror and the torture scenes, but the first half of the film is very much kind of like a buddy cop movie. Can you speak to that interesting blend of genre that we have?

Max Minghella: I was very excited when I started to realize that that’s the direction the movie was going to go in. I love buddy cop movies. I really miss movies like that. I had been craving it as a movie fan, so I was really relieved by that. And then I thought that the needle thread of the Saw franchise and the identity of that franchise into this other story was so brilliantly handled in very kind of successful, you know what I mean on the page. I can really see how this works and is very much the movie I’d go and see even if I had nothing to do with it.

You couldn’t get a better buddy cop partner than Chris Rock. He just has so much natural charisma. He’s so funny in the first 30 minutes of the film. Can you talk about your chemistry on set and how it was getting to have him as your buddy cop?

Yeah, I mean, it’s an insane privilege and he’s just somebody I love so much in every way. I love him as a actor performer. I loved him as a filmmaker and it was really fun just getting to have meaningful time with somebody you look up to so much and see how they work and pick their brain. I’m sure Chris got very bored of me badgering him with questions all the time, but I had such a good time getting to work with him. We really had fun together.

Before signing onto Spiral, were you a big fan of the Saw franchise, and what was it like coming into such an established series? It just crossed the billion dollar mark. What are the expectations of coming into a series like that?

I think it’s the first franchise thing I’ve done. I love franchises just in general. I love the concept of them. I love how they exist in film culture. I like the challenges of having to keep them alive and what’s about them and it really appeals to me. So that was just exciting, just fundamentally to be a part of a franchise, like you said, and sort of take on that responsibility, I suppose. I also love so much about the DNA of Saw movies, so I love the kind of whodunnit element of them. I love how sort of visceral it is an experience for an audience, especially when you’re watching it. It’s so fun to watch these movies with people. To answer your question about my familiarity with the franchise. I had seen several of them, but the one I’ve always loved, and I think I owned on DVD like way before being involved in this, was Saw II. I love Saw II. I’m a big twist guy, like a big twist fan, and that movie has got a great twist.

Spiral saw the return of Darren Lynn Bousman as the director. How exciting was it to get to work with him? He has helmed so many great Saw films in the past and now he gets to reinvent it here with you and Chris Rock onboard.

Yeah. It was great to have Darren back. He was such a smart choice. To have somebody who was one of the architects of the Saw aesthetic, which is a very specific aesthetic. I don’t think any other movies share this sort of visual technique. So there’s a lovely, I mean, I think the movie is a great blend of the old guard and then the new kids, you know, Chris [Rock] and Sam [Jackson] and Marisol [Nichols], myself, we’re all completely new to the franchise, but then almost everybody else involved has been there for a minute and it’s like a family, you know what I mean? It really does feel very kind of an intimate group of people and very familiar.

You grew up around movies, you’ve gotten to work with so many incredible actors, so I’m sure it’s not super often where you’re like, “Wow, I can’t believe I’m with this guy,” but Samuel L. Jackson. If that’s ever going to happen, it’s probably him. How cool was it getting to work with a legend like him and cross that off your bucket list?

It’s pretty cool and unexpected. This movie was sort of almost always a pinch yourself kind of job, to be honest. There’s very few days on set where I wasn’t like, I can’t believe I’m going to [do this]. Sam Jackson is truly one of the great actors of all time, it’s a pretty ridiculous situation to be in.

One thing I really like about your character is that he has these very valid grievances about police corruption and that’s a true-to-life issue. Spiral spotlights it, but it’s a very real issue and very timely for the society that we’re in. Did having that interesting backstory for the character really help you dive into playing this role?

I love when you have compassion for a villain. I think it’s so much more compelling than when they are impossible to relate to. So that was really important to me that when he said things. It was his own sort of mad logic to him, obviously the way that he goes about practicing his beliefs is completely wrong, but there’s something there sort of relatable I think to what he’s saying. That’s much more interesting always.

We see that in the original series with Jigsaw and Saw always had some social commentary and some interesting morality questions. Can you speak to Spiral also bringing those philosophical elements and how the series has stayed really interesting? It would have been so easy to just be leaning into just the gore element, but instead, you keep that philosophy and having the moral ambiguity.

Like you said, man, it’s so essential to the DNA of these movies. There’s John Kramer and he always had some interesting perspective on things and reasons for doing things. I think it’s essential that that sort of stays in it, even though Spiral is obviously a very different direction. I think for these movies it is its own story and its kind of its own sort of journey in a way, but there are certain things you don’t want to lose and that’s one of them. You want a compelling villain and I think compelling villains aren’t just being idiots with their point of view.

There’s not many people that can say they fought Chris Rock in a fistfight. How fun was that final fight sequence in the film, and you got the punch Chris Rock! How cool is that?

Again, man, it was all so much fun. Everything was so much fun. I just felt like a kid on the playground. It was crazy. I mean all of it’s like the stuff you sort of dream about doing as a kid. I think there’s a line in the movie where, “I started dreaming about this since I was 12 years old,” and I felt that was pretty resonant for me because I really have. I grew up with a Beverly Hills Cop poster above my bed since as long as I’ve been a conscious person. I really like movies like this where the genre movies have real stakes, but have a sense of humor and aren’t pretentious. It’s very specific to what I want to go and see.

Before we get the big reveal of yourself as the villain, we see the villain in a pig mask a lot. Was it actually you wearing the mask in those scenes?

That’s funny, man. You’re the second person to ask me that question. Yes, not always. I mean it depends on what we’re doing. But absolutely. As long as it’s not some big dangerous stunt.

There are some gruesome and really clever traps in Spiral. Did any of those stick out as a particular favorite for you and what was it like getting to see how they’re actually, with the movie magic and all that, how they’re actually concocted?

It’s dope, so cool. It’s really fun. The subway trap is my favorite. I feel it was really brilliant way into the movie, so cinematic, and that set was crazy sort of built that station. That was so cool. I felt like going to Universal’s studio tour thing. That was how I felt.

Saw fans are very passionate. How’s the reception been? You talked about this being your first franchise, how cool was it to enter that fandom?

I’ve got to say, I would be lying to you if I said I wasn’t anxious before the film was released. Obviously I felt a huge amount of responsibility to the fans of these movies and didn’t want them to feel let down by the performance. I’ve been so like grateful and moved by how kind of nice that community is. I mean, nice is maybe a weak word to use, but they’re really supportive. They love these movies. They’ve been really supportive of the movie and supportive of us, the new actors, and I’m very relieved and it means a lot.

With the way the film ends, there’s obviously some unfinished business between yourself and Chris Rock’s character. Would you be interested in returning for a sequel?

For sure, if there was an appetite for us to come back. I think we both love to do another one. But we did this without any expectations of anything beyond. I think it’s a very unusual ending and also very unique and exciting one. I haven’t seen something that sort of ends with such a pronounced cliffhanger. So I’m certainly curious to know what’s gonna happen.

For your other projects, you’ve got Babylon coming up, which has just the most incredible star-studded cast. It even has Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

I know. That’s cool, right?

It’s really cool. I believe filming starts on that soon. How thrilled are you to just get to work with so many talented actors on one set?

Yeah, man. Amazing. I’m a huge fan of Damien Chazelle and he’s sort of one of my sort of heroes. So I’m really looking forward to getting to be on set with him and see how he works. All of this is sort of like an education, you’re really just trying to work with people you can learn from and hopefully, we’ll make it better. I can’t think of a group of people to be around that’s more talented.

We spoke about passionate fans earlier. The Handmaid’s Tale has so many passionate watchers and Season 4 had a really shocking ending. What are you looking forward to the most in Season 5?

Season 4 is, by some pretty wide margin, my favorite season we’ve shot. I really loved the season. It’s funny because it’s an ensemble show, and as a result,I don’t know what everyone else is doing. I’m not there on set when everyone else is shooting that stuff. I play a pretty small part in the show, so when it comes out, I get to watch it like an audience member and go along for the ride. I just had such an amazing time watching it this year. I was so proud of everybody in the cast and crew. It was tough circumstances, as you can imagine, shooting during a pandemic and especially Elisabeth Moss just was incredible this year, really just took care of everyone and for it to come out as strong as it was, was really amazing. I never thought I’d be so excited to go into Season 5 of a TV show, but I get more and more excited every year as we get further into it and it just keeps staying so strong. It’s amazing. I can’t believe how lucky I am to be on a show that is that good.

It’s kind of rare to see a show building on its quality over time. Usually it peaks in Season 2 or 3, but like you said, Season 4 is the best one yet. It was very exciting as a fan to see how it’s going to continue.

Thank you. It’s amazing and that people are still watching a show and sticking with us. We are all so conscious. It’s sort of pathetic actually, whenever The Handmaid’s Tale cast talk about anything, we’re just all so conscious of how singular this experience is and how we can’t take it for granted. I think stuff like this comes along very, very rarely, and when you’re lucky enough to be a part of something that you like so much and other people seem to like.

Over the past five years, we’ve seen you find success as a screenwriter and a director as well. Working behind the camera and looking at the scenes from that different perspective, does that help your acting as well?

That’s a good question. I dunno. I don’t know if I can do anything about my acting talents, but it comes from a very simple place, man, because I just love movies so much. Just the fact that I don’t really know about anything else. Like if you asked me about where any country is on a map, I would have no idea, but I’m okay with movies. Like I kind of know movies and, and so I get impatient. I’m a bit of a workaholic and I just want to do whatever I can. So it would be on set. So we get to engage creatively and I can do it a little bit. It’s really different. Well, what I think is interesting about it is often have a day where I have to have a call maybe as a producer and then a call as a writer, then a call as a director, then a call as an actor, and each conversation I’m treated quite differently or my job is so different. Switching those hats is I think quite good and keeps you in check and keeps your feet on the ground and keeps you hungry and all that stuff. So I feel very lucky I get to do different things.

When you were growing up, one of your goals was to be a music video director. Is that something that you still want to wind up doing down the line?

I got to make a movie that I think exorcised a lot of those demons. So I have to be honest, I have less of a burning desire to sort of work in that space because I felt like I got to sort of express that part of me a little bit. That said, I love music videos. It’s one of my favorite mediums. The tricky thing, and I’m sure most people would tell you this, is that music videos have very, very limited budgets. When I was a kid, this was the year of like Francis Lawrence and Hype Williams where people were getting like $4 or $5 million to make these two-minute clips. Now when I’m sent music video stuff, it’s like the budgets are very, very limited. So you really have to be passionate about it because you’re basically going to have to spend money to make it. So to answer your question I would love to do some music videos, but I think there has to be things that I was really, really married to.

In the past decade and some change we’ve seen superhero films become all the rage. Would you be interested in those types of projects and are there any comic characters that appeal to your acting sensibilities?

I kind of like all kinds of movies. I don’t have a genr that I’m not into. Yeah, I’m totally open to that. I think as long as I felt useful ther., I mean, that’s totally how I approach everything. It’s not so much about the glamor of an opportunity so much as whether I think I could actually contribute something. If I can’t, I don’t think it’s helpful for me to do it, then nobody wins. But if there was a show that I felt like, oh, I could do this and maybe not sink the ship then for sure.

#max minghella #spiral #the handmaid's tale #spiral: from the book of saw #babylon #interviews #*

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Couple of Mirrors

A 12 ep Republican era drama with a heavily implied f/f main pair. I guess it's a bit of a murder mystery, though it's combined with a heavy dash of domestic fluff. I livetweeted it under #coupleofborbs! Since it's so short, it's a bit difficult to summarize without being too spoilery? But we have the two female leads: Xu Youyi, a bestselling writer in Shanghai who married into a rich, well-connected family, and Yan Wei, an assassin who owns a photography studio. Xu Youyi comes off a bit naive, but I think it's deceptive: she's mostly being quiet to smooth things over because she can't do anything else. Yan Wei is very tsundere. Nearly everyone else in the show is an asshole to varying degrees. I thought it was strongest at the beginning when they leaned into the whole 'unreliable narrator', using repeated visual imagery to complete the whole story of what was happening. It was very quiet / not much dialog during the beginning, really using those visuals to tell the story! I enjoyed that kind of thing a lot. It was also when they were most developing the setup and characters, so even the secondary characters were still interesting. I liked trying to figure out the motivations of the various characters! It was towards the end, when it was all about the handful of entitled male characters and their manpain that it weakened. Also, it seems they did an abrupt addition of a cliffhanger to setup a season two? Weird and unpleasant. The cops were boring boring boring, I don't see why we needed so much focus on them. While the girlfriends being domestic was very cute, I don't think it could have stretched to much more than already was there, so despite 12 eps being really short already... I kind of feel like it would have been stronger if it were even shorter and more focused? OR if there was more plot shoved in or more interesting secondary characters! Other superficial thoughts: Xu Youyi has such a cute pout + great sajiao! (My mom didn't think the actress was very cute, to my incredulity.) The outfits / styling were very pretty, though probably ahistoric. The cat was very cute. Overall, I really loved the beginning and middle, and though the ending was weak, I think it's still worth a watch if you're into cute f/f couples, republican era stylings, or mysteries. (And as a not-guzhuang, I can finally talk to my grandparents about it! My fam refuses to watch guzhuang shows lol.) Rot13 spoilery CW: punenpgre qrngu, puvyq qrngu, zvfpneevntr, puvyq fbyqvrevat (va na haernyvfgvpnyyl ybj genhzn jnl)

#couple of mirrors #cdrama

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lotsofthinkythoughts · 3 years

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Bookworm Asks!

So @gingerteaonthetardis tagged me to answer these questions, so here we go!

how many books are too many books in a series?

Generally speaking I’m a proponent of trilogies over any other series length but tbh, my answer is ‘it depends on the story and scope of the series’ because Every story and universe is different and I don’t think saying ‘X number of books is the ideal length for a series’ because if there’s no more story to tell should there be more books to reach an arbitrary number? No! If there’s more story than will fit in that number should the author compress everything to make it fit? ALSO NO. It’s so subjective.

how do you feel about cliffhangers?

... is the continuation something I can get my eyes on immediately? If so, I’m cool; if not, I’m not a fan XD. Basically, I believe they work best inside a novel, not as the ending of one. I don’t feel a great draw to get the next book in a series based on a cliffhanger. I need fulfilling conclusions before moving on to the next book.

hardback or paperback?

Paperback! I used to be hardback all day, but paperbacks feel better in my hands nowadays. Also they fit easier on shelves lol. -looks irritably at my stack of the Jerle Shannara series that is like a centimeter too tall for my shelves-

least favorite book?

The Great Gatsby. I feel like it’s a cop out to name a novel that I first read for school here, but I have always deeply despised it. (Special mention to Heart of Darkness, for similar reasons.)

love triangles, yes or no?

It depends, honestly. like it’s definitely not a trope I love, in fact it’s close to a trope I despise, BUT I have seen it used to spur independent character growth, and I wouldn’t give up those instances. However by and large I am not a fan and am suspicious when I encounter it.

the most recent book you just couldn’t finish?

I ... honestly do not recall. At least not in terms of actual published novels. I know the last fanfic I dropped, but that is not in question here XD. Tbh I tend to power through anything I start, even if it must be achieved by skimming to catch the high points. (YES THAT COUNTS AS FINISHING THE BOOK Lol. Your personal feelings might differ)

a book you’re currently reading?

I’m rereading Pride and Prejudice... AGAIN. Please don’t judge me.

oldest book you’ve read?

I mean... Beowulf probably?

newest book you’ve read?

... okay so, here’s the thing, I’ve lately been using my Kindle Unlimited membership to read published Pride and Prejudice fanfic, so it’s PROBABLY one of those, but I legitimately could not tell you which; aside from that if you want a more traditionally published answer, I am at a loss because I a) do not keep track of publication dates and b) have struggled with taking in WHOLLY NEW content to me for the past few years. So probably something published in 2018 or 2019, but my brain is full of Swiss Cheese and I do not know.

favourite author?

My go to answer here is always Tolkien. It’s the worldbuilding for me, thanks.

buying books or borrowing books?

It depends. I like borrowing with the option to buy it later if I really love it and see myself re-reading the story.

a book you dislike that everyone else seems to love?

... ummmm. I have no idea. I’m BAD at questions where I have to assume what the general public enjoys. OH I know. American Gods! It isn’t badly written, but I just don’t enjoy it.

bookmarks or dog ears?

Both. I have so many cross-stitched bookmarks, but I admittedly to dog ear pages because I’m forever starting reading in one place and carrying my book along in one hand as I go elsewhere so when I stop, I have no bookmark on hand.

a book you can always reread?

Basically any of the Lord of the Rings, Sabriel by Garth Nix, basically any Austen but specifically P&P and Persuasion.

can you read while listening to music?

yes. I often do in fact. Though I also tend to listen to soundtracks and orchestral stuff when I read so, perhaps the spirit of the question is about reading with songs with vocals in which case it depends on what the music is lol

one pov or multiple povs?

I prefer single POVs, but I don’t mind multiple, though I prefer to stick to only two or three POVs if there are multiple. Reading A Song of Ice and Fire was a struggle because there were SO MANY POVs and I do understand why, but I was forever skipping around trying to find out how many other characters I had to go through to get back to my faves.

do you read a book in one sitting or over multiple days?

It depends on the length of the book and how engaged I am! Also it depends on what other things I have to do in said day. It’s USUALLY multiple days now, but if it’s under 200 pages and I’m engaged in the story, I can read a whole book in a single sitting.

I’m not gonna tag anyone because I’m on mobile and getting the formatting to work has done my brain in to the point I remember no usernames, but please if you’re interested and Wanna talk about what you’re currently reading or rant about that one book you can’t stand, please do!! Feel free to say I tagged you! Just because my brain is unable to remember names doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see what you think!!

#ask meme #hopefully this works because mobile is sometimes not functional #anyway #here’s me rambling about books

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Only Mine: Chapter 4: The Encounter Part I

Summary: You try to forget all about the night and the dinner you had with Bucky, but some people just won’t let you.

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of rape (trying not to be too explicit), angst, mobster AU

Word Count: 2244

A/N: Remember, you wanted it @sebbbystaaan and @kneel-begyourpardon. Don’t stone me for this little cliffhanger. Part II of The Encounter will come out tomorrow. Let me know what you thought xx

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The next couple of days were a blur for Bucky. He couldn’t figure out how anyone would be so cold towards him, especially a woman. He tried to think back to the night the two of you spent together, that maybe he did something wrong, or that he maybe not performed the way he usually does. But he shook this thought off, remembering how your thighs quivered and how your whole body shook. This couldn’t be the reason then.

All the women always loved when he acted like an alpha around them, so he didn’t understand what your problem was with things like him ordering food for you. A weird thought appeared in front of his eyes. Maybe you really weren’t anything like the women he was used to, and that he genuinely had no idea how to treat a woman, but he dismissed this as well. Pff, he was Bucky Barnes, every woman would fall to their knees to just spend a night with him.

He was standing in his room, staring out the window at his backyard. He could see three gardeners trying to create something beautiful of the mess the grass and trees were at the moment, and he loved to see them work. It brought peace to his weary mind. But somebody disturbed the peace by knocking on his door.

“Yeah,” he rumbled but didn’t make any effort of looking who it was. He had the nagging feeling that it was either Steve, or Sam, or both, and he didn’t need to see their faces. He could get all the emotions just from their voices, especially when the three of them were together, his right hands always told him everything just like they felt it.

“Staring into the distance, thinking of your one try love, mate?” Sam asked, humour laced in his voice. He could hear Steve snicker behind him and Bucky just rolled his eyes at their childish behaviour.

“You wanted something particular, or did you come in to tease me?” Bucky growled, his eyes now closed, with his fingers massaging the root of his nose. They’ve been there for a few seconds, and they were already giving him a headache.

“Teasing? You think this is teasing? Teasing would be if we came back to the scene at the restaurant. Man! The way she sassed you and how you stay quiet, that was hilarious! We were a little worried that you bit your tongue. This, this would be teasing, old pal.” Steve was smirking at Bucky, who was now intently staring at the two of them, wishing they would turn into dust.

“Haha, so funny! You done, assholes? I do have better things to do than to listen to the two of you.”

“Like? Staring out the window like you’re the cover of a sad-boy’s album?” This time, Sam and Steve actually high-fived, and all Bucky could do was to sigh. He might have been the boss outside the room, but here, in his personal quarter, they were just three old friends, teasing the hell out of each other. Bucky just hated that it was now his turn to be in the burning seat.

“Give me a break, ok? I just never met a woman like her, that’s all. But she made it very clear that she wasn’t interested and I’m not gonna hunt her down. I’ve got better things to do than to think about some sassy-big-mouthed girl. Any word on Pierce?”

Both of the men in front of Bucky shook their heads. “Nope, nothing. Apparently, he is still very much on the West Coast, and if he likes his own life, he’s gonna stay there. Don’t worry about him, we’re gonna make sure he stays where he should. Speaking of shoulds,” Sam said, and looked at Steve, importantly.

“Right, we should get on the streets today. There are some bastards roaming the city, raping young women. We should make a purge and show them what happens to guys like them. I spoke to the Commissioner of the NYPD, and he said that their forces could help us, we just gotta call them. He told me, that they almost had the guys, but that they weren’t scared of the cops one bit, and the Commissioner thinks they would be scared of us. He also gave us full permission to do whatever we think is necessary. He just wants them out of the city.”

Bucky nodded and clenched his jaw. He hated men like that. He might have been a jerk, but all his women went with him willingly, or, at least, he wouldn’t push himself on them sexually. He also hated the fact that some asshole thought it was a good idea to start that shit in his city.

“Call the Commissioner, and tell him that the patrols that would see anything suspicious should call us directly and that we’ll handle it. Let’s hope it’ll be enough, and that it will be over with quickly. Do we know anything about them?”

Sam was thinking for a while, as was Steve. When they felt like they thought of everything that could be important, they switched between the two of them and told it all to Bucky.

“There are two of them, apparently taking turns at the girls.”

“They sometimes take two girls, one for each. Most of the time, they, however, take one girl, and when they’re done with her, they look for another one, so they have at least two girls a night.”

“Which tells us they must be on the younger side of the spectrum, having the stamina for two rounds, pretty quickly after each other.”

“They use condoms, so the hype is not in breeding the women, but maybe over-powering them? They apparently don’t have a type, their victims vary from the colour of their skin to their height.”

“But, we do know that their favourite part of New York is Brooklyn, only one of the 10 rapes they managed to do happened outside of Brooklyn, so we should be stationed somewhere around there.”

Bucky listened intently, making mental notes and preparing a plan for the night, or several nights ahead of them. For a second, his mind wandered towards you, if you were fine, and if you would be fine, but he quickly dismissed the thought and concentrated on the task at hand. They had an eventful night ahead of them.

—-

Getting Bucky out of your head was easier than you thought. Mostly because you were buried in your work, deadlines licking your heels and you knew you’d catch absolute hell if you didn’t finish in time.

What also helped was that you couldn’t meet him anywhere. Because the two of you lived such different lives, you were almost a hundred per cent sure there wasn’t a possibility of the two of you randomly meeting again. Once was enough and you didn’t need him threatening you go on another date with him. You inwardly rolled your eyes at yourself, reminding you that it wasn’t a date and that you definitely didn’t want it to be one.

Bucky was a mobster, and you definitely didn’t have his icy eyes in front of you when you were falling asleep. Not. At. All. But, to tell the truth, that was the only time you actually thought of him, otherwise being pretty busy.

Natasha loved every detail of that night, and you thought she would soon start writing down quotes from the date. She was obsessed with someone putting Bucky in his place, even more so that it was her best friend who did that, and she had first-hand details of the encounter.

You were sitting at the publishing house, with 5 other people, all of you catching up with your work. Among others, a new secretary of the editorial director. She looked like a sweet girl, even if you thought she was a little too dolled-up for pretty much an all-nighter at a publishing house, with a bunch of uninterested people. Your director was gay, so there was no chance she would be able to get to him, and other than that, it was you, Kate, and Bruce, who was currently single, but too shy to even look Tania’s way.

You and Kate were discussing the best approach to one of the Young Adult books you were currently trying to edit so that it could be sold in the shortest amount of time. You felt a light tap on your shoulder, and when you turned, you could see Tania sitting on your desk. You cringed inwardly, really hating when people invaded your personal space but tried to remain calm and collected. It was still a long night ahead of you.

“I thought I knew you from somewhere, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. You were out on Friday night, weren’t you?” She asked sweetly, but the smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes.

You smiled politely and nodded. Not that it was any of her business anyway. “Well if you saw me, then I must have been out, right?” You started to turn back to Kate, who was obviously trying not to laugh but failing miserably. Tania’s hand stopped you.

“So you’re the girl of the month, then? Huh, would never guess his demands got so low but good for you. The best month of your life awaits you until he decides that you’re old news and kicks you out like a stray dog.”

There was so much venom in her voice that you were surprised she didn’t poison you spitting at you.

“Sounds like you have the first-hand experience with that, sweetheart!” You smiled oh-so-sweetly at her, and she was now sending daggers through her eyes. “Look, Tania, I don’t know what you think you saw, but it was just one dinner, and I’m definitely the girl of no month. I bet Bucky is a great guy for the month, but I’m seriously not interested. So you can stop keeping me away from my job, and maybe start doing yours and bring us all coffee?”

You were a bitch, and you knew it, but you just couldn’t help yourself. You hated when people were nosey and would ask you unnecessary questions about your personal life. It was called personal for a reason.

She scoffed, but got up from your table (not before she “accidentally” pushed some of the papers from the table on the floor) and asked everyone around if anyone else wanted some hot beverage. Everyone hummed in agreement, but never stopped with their works.

Kate showed you thumbs up excitedly but otherwise dropped the case, knowing you two could gossip about what just happened after the deadlines were closed and your asses weren’t catching on fire.

It was around 2 AM that you could finally send out all the files you were supposed to, and despite your exhaustion, you couldn’t help but feel happy and relieved. Tania went home around 11 PM telling you all that she wasn’t cut out for such things, and that she better go home to be fresh and pretty the next morning. You collectively rolled your eyes at her but left it without a comment, feeling like she wouldn’t get the sarcastic comments that were on the tip of your tongue.

You said your goodbyes with Kate, and both walked in different directions. You would typically put in your headphones and zone out, but you were aware that it was quite late, and that even if New York acted as the safe city because of Bucky and his crew, you heard about few rapes around Brooklyn and you didn’t want to take a chance.

So you casually walked down the pavement, thinking about how you didn’t want to get up the next morning, knowing it would be a massive pain in the ass. Your mind also wandered towards your breakfast, trying to imagine the contents of your fridge to think of what you were gonna make the next morning.

As you were deciding between scrambled eggs and pancakes, somebody behind you whistled. You paid no mind to it, thinking that it definitely wasn’t at you. But when the whistling came from much closer behind you, followed by a low “pussycat”. You could hear a chuckle, which sounded like coming from a different man, and a cold sweat burst on your forehead, while a shiver ran down your spine.

You quickened your pace, hearing that they did the same, and you suddenly felt the rush of adrenaline in your blood. You didn’t want to die, or be used like that, and tried to think of anything that would get you out of the situation. You got to run. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fight them, especially if there were two of them, but you weren’t willing to take a look and lose time with it. But even without turning, you could hear them getting closer every second, and when you could feel a hand on your shoulder, harshly grabbing you, you did the only thing that was left. You let out a loud shriek, which was quickly muffled by a hand over your mouth. Your eyes watered instantly, you were trashing in the attacker’s arms, trying to get free, but he wouldn’t budge. You never thought you would end up here, and with this thought, your mind grew hazy, and your body went limp.

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princess-of-the-corner · 4 years

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So I totally forgot to drop the fifth part of the Thieves in Time Rewrite months ago. Whoops.

I think it’s because I wasn’t super happy with it but fuck it. Let’s do this.

Finally, onto the Thieves in Time Rewrite: Episode 5; It Ends at the Beginning.

Like Episode 3, I’m replacing the Cooper that they end up with. If y’all have kept up with my old posts, you know what’s coming >:3c

So! Actual story!

The gang lands in this Time but don't know when they are just that they were following anomalies in Time. They start trying to figure out when they are.

Sly's first out of the van, and is looking at a house in a normal neighborhood. However, he immediately recognizes it. This also sends him into a straight up ptsd flashback and he just scrambles back into the van, curled up and hyperventilating. The rest of the gang is confused and trying to calm him down. Completely forgetting about the question of 'when are they', until Murray comments that Sly hasn't had an attack this bad since the early days of the orphanage. Which makes Bently put the pieces together like "oh shit!!"

Right then, they hear a knock on the van door and a voice asking "are you having some car trouble?"

Because sure it's the middle of the night but Conner Cooper is going to notice a van parked in his driveway and come to investigate.

Conner also eavesdropped a bit before announcing his presence. So he heard them wondering 'when they are', and has already put together that Time Travel is involved, and they're probably not innocent road trippers. But he doesn't know if they're friend or foe.

Until he looks in the van and sees Sly. Because everything about Sly screams "Cooper", from the outfit to the cane(that he is currently gripping like a lifeline).

However, Conner has yet to pinpoint how far in the future they're from or what triggered Sly's flashback. Still, realizing this is another Cooper and his Gang, he invites them inside.

It takes a little while because Sly needs to calm down enough, but Conner is patient because he knows what ptsd is like.

Oddly enough, the one that helps the most is Penelope. Not that the others don't help. But with Carmelita, Sly gets that guilt/shame 'I don't want you to see me like this' feeling. That's less with Bently and Murray since they've seen this before, but since he's known them for so long the flashback memories are melding and mixing in his panicked state, and it's hard to remember that he's here now and not that little kid in the orphanage waking up from a nightmare.

Penelope, on the other hand, is a newer face that Sly isn't in any way intimate with. Seeing her helps ground him in remembering what's going on and helps pull him out of spiraling memories.

Sly's panic goes up and down as they enter the house. Seeing the livingroom definitely hits hard. It looks so normal, but it overlaps with his memory of upturned and bloodsoaked furniture. And god he fully freezes as they pass the closet. It gets better once the group enters the dining room.

At this point, Dahlia, Conner’s wife and Sly’s mom, has come downstairs as well. She was concerned at how long Conner was taking and was fully prepared to throwdown with whoever. Seeing the group though...

Dahlia knows something is up. She has seen enough stuff from her days running with Conner's crew to be used to it. And she's intrigued to see another Cooper.

But yeah Sly's still in panic and Dahlia's mom instincts kick in and she starts making tea to help calm him.

Once Sly's calm enough to talk again, they begin to explain why they're here. An enemy is using Time Travel to mess with Cooper history. The gang tracked an anomaly to this Time. They even start discussing the ancestors that they already met.

Then Conner and Dahlia ask how far in the future they're from, and everyone hesitates, wondering how to break it to them.

They're sidetracked by a new voice, sleepily asking what's going on. Everyone looks over to see a six-year-old!Sly standing in the doorway, having been woken up by the noise.

Past!Sly realizes there are five new people and is super excited to meet them!! And asks a million questions!

It's when Past!Sly gets to Future!Sly that things go a little heartbreaking. The conversation is like:

Past!Sly: "My name's Sly! Are you a Cooper? You look like a Cooper! You're a raccoon and you have the cane and everything! Are you a cousin or something?

Future!Sly: "Actually, I'm from the future! And my name's also Sly!"

Past!Sly: "Wow that's cool! Isn't it cool mom and dad?!"

Future!Sly: "Yeah, mom and dad. Isn't that cool?"

And yeah they don't even have to say it because as soon as both Slys were side-by-side with nearly identical grins… it clicked.

It takes a little bit to put Past!Sly to bed. Then they go back to talking.

However, Dahlia realized something. The way Sly had reacted to them, to this house. She knows something happens. And she asks.

At first, the gang refuses to tell them. Because Timelines. But Conner and Dahlia say that while they're not going down without a fight, they're not going to change it. Just tell them how long.

Of course once Sly starts confessing to that, pretty much most of the incident gets discussed. Including some things Carmelita and Penelope didn't know about because Sly hadn't felt up to sharing (like, they knew how his parents died but they didn't know Sly was there).

Sly mentions Clockwerk and we hints to things about Clockwerk. Even Conner doesn’t 100% know what’s up with Clockwerk’s hatred of Coopers, as that got lost over time. But he does know that Clockwerk is dangerous and isn’t surprised that’s how he gets killed.

After that, it turns into recapping everything else in Sly's life. Like how he met the rest of the Gang and all their adventures. Not every detail, but some of the bigger jobs or more fun anecdotes. Or really stupid decisions. And the fact that Sly and Carmelita are planning a wedding and baby is already on the way.

Eventually they get around to what they're supposed to be doing here. Apparently, this is right before Conner pulled that job that Le Paradox's dad was arrested over.

They assume that Le Paradox is teaming up with his own father and intending to turn the tables on what happened that night, solidifying their legacy and getting Conner arrested.

Well two can play at that game! They have a whole team to take them on.

For now they get some sleep because its like 3 am now.

The next day they meet two new people. Alice LaChance and her daughter Daphne, the Cooper's Rabbit neighbors. Sly is hit with nostalgia and a little guilt for kind of forgetting about them because of the trauma and being dumped in an orphanage but you know. Daphne is the same age as Past!Sly and was his best friend back then. Alice was mostly the babysitter when Conner and Dahlia were working, and isn't super involved in the heists, but does have a few tricks up her sleeves.

The whole group plans and bonds together and goes through all the hoops casing the joint and getting past security and eventually Sly and Conner face off against LeParadox and his father. Obviously they win.

But there are complications. The changes in the Timeline that LeParadox caused made the cops show up early. The place is surrounded and the usual escape routes are covered. Again, LeParadox wanted to make sure Conner couldn't slip away even if he failed the heist. But that's backfired now.

They're panicking and trying to think of a plan when Carmelita spies the one leading the arrest. She just laughs at their luck before saying they have a plan.

The Cooper gang all hide, with only Carmelita and the handcuffed LeParadoxes in plain view for Inspector Diego Fox.

Carmelita explains the truth. That she's his daughter from the future and was chasing a gang of criminals put together by LeParadox.

But she also tells him that to preserve that future, he has to let the Coopers go. Even emphasizing that without the Coopers, the world would be even more fucked in the future. Also letting a "if you don't help this future exist then you're also erasing your future grandkid" slip in.

Diego is, understandably, thrown for a loop. But after Carmelita proves she's really who she says she is, he does listen.

The cop in him really doesn't want to let the Coopers go. But… much like Carmelita, he knows that the world isn't all black and white. If he has to let them go for the greater good, then, well, as far as anyone else will know, only LeParadox Sr. was involved in tonight's heist.

There's no cliffhanger damn it(Other than the potential hints about Clockwerk’s past that could be used for another game)! Everyone goes back to the Future, LeParadox is thrown in jail, much to the super confusion of Carmita's superiors.

The Gang gets back to smaller heists and busts, along with wedding planning and a baby.

The last thing is an epilogue: Sly reconnecting with Alice and Daphne.

Alice is still in that same house. Sly takes a quick visit to his old house too. It's abandoned now, and run down. Violent deaths of criminals don't help real estate sales.

Alice is shocked but happy to see Sly. One of the first things she does is apologize though. For not being able to help. Not with the fact that Conner and Dahlia were killed, because she couldn't have done much that night. But for what happened after.

After that night, when she found out that Sly was spared, she tried to find him. But he was already lost in the system.

Sly reassures her that it's okay. He knows she tried and honestly, after all the Timeline Shenanigans, he's really come to terms with the fact that despite the bad things in this Timeline, he wouldn't trade it for anything.

The epilogue ends with Alice telling Sly about Daphne and her wife, and Sly inviting all of them to the wedding.

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surveys-at-your-service · 3 years

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Survey #409

“when everything is wrong, we move along”

Are you a good kisser? I mean there's no way for me to actually know, but I guess history suggests I'm not bad. What question do you hate being asked the most? "What does your tattoo mean?" I'm so self-conscious of my "strange" interests that I can't stand that question and I get SO awkward. I know, I know, "Then why did you even get it?" Reason being it makes me happy and I don't want my fears to win anyway. What do you think the hardest part of surviving is? Just that very thing: surviving. Getting through rough patches with your sanity and good health intact. Do you own any clothes you wouldn’t wear in front of your mother? No. Do you honestly hate anyone? Sometimes I think I still hate the girl Jason dated after me. It's entirely unjustified, and even knowing they're not together anymore (at least, to my knowledge), thinking of her just... makes me angry and jealous and just generally uncomfortable. I also sincerely hate someone who violated my best friend. What song did you hear last? I'm listening to a slowed down mash-up of "Circus" by Britney Spears and "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga. It's actually p dope man. Have you ever walked in on your friends having sex? YIKES no. Where do you find you take most of your naps? I nap in my bed. Do you like sleeping just wearing your underwear and a top? No. I had to do that once and I was SO uncomfortable. Are you named after a parent or grandparent? No. Who was the last person to ask you out? Girt. Do you have nice legs? No. Has a boyfriend’s brother ever hit on you? No. Do you have a nice butt? That's an even bigger "no." I have like, no ass lmao. What do you have a massive attraction towards? Some short Korean dude that is the literal avatar of "chaotic good" lmao. Have you ever made a sex tape? NOOOOOOO and I never will. How do you feel about your weight right now? I am immensely unhappy and just seriously depressed by it. Have your parents ever told you that you’re a disappointment? Oh my god, no. I would die. I feel like they think that, but they've never said or acted so. Do graveyards thrill or terrify you? They give me a feeling of peace, and I find them humbling as a tiny, mortal being that's only here for a flicker in time. They remind me to try and make use of that spark. What song’s your current favorite? I've really been digging "SAVIOR" by SWARM as of recently. Do you miss any of your exes? Yes. Did you ever take pottery class in high school? They didn't offer a course for specifically pottery; it was just included in Art. I made one or two things. Have you ever felt yourself fainting? A few times. Who’s the last boy to make you cry? Guess. His memory, anyway. Did he know that he made you cry? I honestly wonder what he'd think if he knew all these years later, I still have times where I cry over him. When’s the last time you felt like a total asshole? I don't really know. Has anyone ever threatened you? Yes. Would you ever own a rat? I've owned quite a lot. I LOVE rats, and a part of me wants another pair, but I'm just not a great owner of pets that require so much cleaning. Would you or do you ever spank your kids? NO. I will ALWAYS say this regarding this subject: you do not teach your children through fear, nor do you instill in them, deliberately or not, that it is okay to hit people when they upset you. Have you ever considered being a cop? Nope. What’s the longest amount of time you’ve ever kept a goldfish alive? Not long. Fish husbandry is more complicated than people make you think, so your ordinary fishbowl situation isn't going to work long. Have your parents ever questioned your virginity? My mother has. Dad has never said anything regarding this subject, thank god. That would be uncomfortable as shit. Have you ever spent over $100.00 on an article of clothing? What was it? Fuck no. Honestly, have you ever mooned or flashed somebody? No. Have you stayed up past 3 in the morning this week? Actually, yes. I pulled the first all-nighter in eons a few days back. What was on the last sandwich you had? Ham, cheese, and mustard. Do you own a trenchcoat? Bitch I wish. Name the hardiest piece of technology you own? Christ, my iPod that I've had since middle school. Seriously, a 4th gen. iPod Nano is still running, and I use it HEAVILY. I have no fucking clue how it's still alive. Tell me the last thing you searched on the internet? A definition just to make sure I was using it correctly. Are you currently in a smoking environment? Nooooo. Ma would never allow someone to smoke in here, and I honestly wouldn't either. Have you ever owned a tire swing? No. Have you ever taken care of a drunk friend? No. How about a hungover friend? No. What’s your opinion on people who go hunting for sport? You gross me out. (: Do you know anyone who can fluently speak more than two languages? No. Have you ever gone in a sauna? NOOOOOOOOOOOO. I would hate that SO much. What animal have you always wanted as a pet but couldn’t have? ALWAYS wanted? Probably a ferret. I don't actually want one now, but the idea is still nice to imagine. They're such characters. Is there any TV show that ended that you wish hadn’t? Ugggghhhh, Deadman Wonderland. It ended on SUCH a cliffhanger. I mean the manga continued, so I could've chosen to read that, but I don't read manga. Have you ever seen your parents drunk and what was your reaction? I saw my dad drunk all the time when I was younger because he was an alcoholic for as long as he lived with us. I knew he was either going to be hilarious or volatile and withdrawn. 50/50 chance. I've seen my mom drunk a couple times, and it was always surprising to me because she drinks very rarely. She's a very social and silly drunk, and it's a rare occasion where she seems happy. What’s your biggest body worry when you wear a bikini? Hunny, you would NOT see me in a bikini. Even if no one else was around, I wouldn't put one on. If you had the chance to redo high school knowing what you know now, how would you redo it? I think I probably wouldn't have dated Jason. Do you or anyone you know have an account on deviantART? I have for many, many years, and have friends that do, too. Do you get your eyebrows waxed? Not anymore. If you draw, what's one thing you always have trouble with? HANDS. Who was the first person you made out with, and where was it? Jason, in his bed. When was the last time someone said you were attractive? WOW, who the fuck even knows. Have you ever had to pretend you were sober, even though you were wasted? How did it turn out? No. Have you ever smoked at school? No. Have you ever thrown up from working out? No. Do you think machines will take over the world? I think it's a possibility. Technology keeps advancing faster and faster that I wouldn't be all that surprised if we design them to such an advanced state that they have some sort of sentience. Is the way you typically behave congruent with your ethnic background? What the ACTUAL fuck is this question. Literally fuck off. Have you ever lived in a brand new house? No. Has the last person you kissed met your father? Yes. What’s your favourite breed of dog? I have a strong bias for beagles. As far as visual appeal of breeds goes, I REALLY couldn't tell ya. There are so many beautiful dogs. Do you think more about the past, present or future? I'm pretty obsessed with the past. Do you swear in front of your parents? Dad, freely. Around Mom, I try not to say "fuck" or "goddamn" because she really doesn't like those. I still say some words, though. It's just pure habit. What’s something that’s bothering you? I've just been having envy problems lately, and it's not an emotion I'm used to or enjoy whatsoever. Have you ever been asked out by someone you didn’t want to date? Yeah. Did any particular thing brighten up your day today? Not really. Do you know who your latest ex is dating? Nobody. What are your plans for the weekend? My sister Katie and her husband are coming to visit, and we're probably driving up to a lake that Ash and her little family stay at all the time so Katie can meet the kids. But with that storm coming through, it's questionable if we'll actually go, because it's an hour drive. When were you last in a car? Earlier today to go to the TMS office. I officially start my tapering sessions, so I won't be going every day now. Have you cried today at all? No. Have you ever gone out in public in your pajamas? That is noooot rare, honestly. Depends on where I'm going. Have you ever had bronchitis? Nope. Think back to the last person you kissed, how many times have you cried in front of them? Twice, I wanna say? What do you want right this second? To actually have motivation to draw a picture I have planned. If you were offered to smoke some weed right now would you accept? No. If I weren't so opposed to smoking because of the lung damage I honestly would, though. I'm curious how it would affect my anxiety. Can you control your dreams if you realize you are dreaming? No. When was the last time you cried really hard? I'm really not sure. Do you think you can last for an hour without talking? Very, very easily. I probably do that on a daily basis. Do you know anyone else with your name? Yes, but spelled differently.

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percywinchester27 · 4 years

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About a boy (Part-10)

Word count: 3.5K

Warning: Suspense, feels, physical abuse, child-trafficking and bullying

Characters: Dean, Cas, Gabriel, Benny, Michael, OCs and… Sam?

Summary: Dean Winchester has a secret. A secret that could really land him in trouble. He never expected to connect with anyone when he walked into the ‘Blue Stone Orphanage for Boys,’ but even then, the walls he has put up are slowly coming down. Now, a series of strange events are threatening to expose him. When everything starts falling apart around him, will he still be able to save the one person that matters the most?

A/N: Hey, look! I wrote a part that is not a cliffhanger! Who would have thought? All the love to my babes @thing-you-do-with-that-thing and @deanssweetheart23 for beta reading this story <3

About a boy masterlist

It was a hot afternoon. Everything that moved and breathed in the boys home was either sweating or stinking or both. The game room especially was oozing of unnecessary enthusiasm over dumb games. Cas wanted to ask the ten year olds playing throw-ball in front of him to shut up.

He didn’t do it though, because deep down he knew that it wasn’t the kids he was mad at. If it had been any ordinary day on a Sunday afternoon, he would be right here with Dean going rounds at table tennis. He’d be as breathless and sweaty as everyone else. Instead, he was holed up in a corner here, giving a stink eye to people for no fault of theirs. No, he wasn’t mad at them. He was mad at Dean… and then feeling guilty about feeling that way.

Dean deserved the time off. Afterall he had found out that by looking at the records, he might never find his brother, because the name might have been changed. Cas had tried to console him that maybe they should still continue looking at the files. What if the name hadn’t been changed? Maybe Sam’s file- labelled as Sam- was still out there somewhere. But even Cas knew that was half hearted, because if there really had been a Sam, Will would have found him. They weren’t just looking for a needle in a stack of needles now. They were looking for a goddamn particle.

It had been a whole week since that night and Dean had refused to talk to anyone. It didn’t help that the school was shut for spring break. This way he wasn’t obligated to spend the classes with Cas. During the first couple of days, Dean had resorted to lying in bed and not speaking with anyone. Afterwards, he’d just disappear in the morning after breakfast to some corner of the estate and then return directly late at night, avoiding Cas at all times.

At first, Cas gave him his space, disheartened himself about the possibility of never finding Sam, but after a week of this, Dean’s behaviour was starting to get on his nerves.

“Cas?”

The quiet and now familiar voice made Cas look up. Will was standing before him, eyes trained down, shuffling from toe to toe.

“Will!”

A small surge of pity went through Cas at the site of the boy. Despite Dean’s aloofness, Will hadn’t given up on the search. He was still on a lookout for Sam, he still picked the locks to look in the record room whenever he could. And in all of this, he was the only one who understood how hurt Cas was feeling.

“How’s Dean doing?” Will asked, still looking down.

“The same,” Cas replied. “Refuses to see anyone.”

“Hmmm…” Will nodded to himself. He looked like his head was someplace else. And his eyes were unfocused, not in the way that his head was a million miles away. They looked blank.

“Will, are you okay?” Cas asked cautiously. “You look… off….”

Will didn’t answer immediately. “Hhhuh?” He stuttered, head jerking up for the first time.

“I asked if you were okay,” Cas repeated patiently. A strange feeling was creeping up in his stomach, like a premonition of something bad.

“I-I’m okay,” Will said in a monotone. “I cleared the Olympiad.”

“Will, this is great news!” Cas burst out, his lips stretching into a smile. “You’re such a smart kid!”

Will said nothing. He was looking out of the window now, and Cas vehemently tried to suppress the icky feeling in his gut.

Finally, Will turned to meet Cas’ eyes for the first time with some solidity to expression and tone. “If you get hold of Dean, tell him I want… no, tell him I need to talk to him.”

“Okay,” Cas agreed quickly, hoping Will would say something more.

But Will was already walking away. “I’m gonna go now,” he said. “I have to find Barry.”

Cas sighed and slumped back. Poor Will, he thought. That kid had been trying to catch hold of Dean for a while now. He’d gone from worried to eager to this. However, behind Will’s odd blankness, Cas could feel a brewing desperation… the sort that came with fear. Will was scared of something, and as far as Cas could tell, it seemed to be something entirely new. It has scared Will enough to want to seek out the boy he looked up to… to seek out Dean.

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Dean was sitting by the window of his empty dorm room, turning an apple over and over in his hand. He had sneaked it out at breakfast. Even though he had skipped lunch and was feeling the hunger pangs, he didn’t really want to eat anything.

Afternoons were the best to be holed up in the dorm sometimes. It was always empty then, his other three inmates involved in something or the other. It made sulking alone easier.

There was a slight shuffle and Dean could see Benny slide into his top bunk in his peripheral vision. Dean ignored him; and with how quiet Benny was, it was easy to pretend he wasn’t even there. That was until Benny spoke.

“Should have known you didn’t have it in you.”

Dean’s head turned like a whip. “What did you say?”

Benny snorted, looking into a book he had somehow managed to open in the short span. “I said,” he repeated, “I should have known you were a wimp. That you couldn’t do jack squat when it came to exposing the Stynes.”

Anger welled up inside Dean, as sudden as a volcano. “How dare you judge me when you don’t know shit!”

Benny remained unmoved, and his voice remained calm when he said, “Oh, I know enough. I know you had the epic realisation that your brother’s name might be changed on the papers. So what?”

“So what?” Dean growed. Was this guy evening listening to himself? Sam’s name was the only lead Dean had. Nothing else. Finding Sam was his goal, his only hope. What did Benny know of his hopelessness?

“I have lost every chance of finding my brother now,” Dean said slowly, his voice seething. “You have no clue how that feels.”

Benny looked down at him in disdain. “How much do you remember of this so-called brother of yours, Winchester? His hair color, his smile? You must barely even remember holding him, do you? And I? I knew Jaime for years. We grew up together, shared every scratch and every smile. When I was sick with pneumonia as a kid, he was there with me, staying up all night. He was more than a blood brother to me. So don’t you tell me I don’t know how it feels. And I did more to find Jaime than what you’re doing. I didn’t give up at the first obstacle and shut myself in a room, throwing a tantrum like a baby.”

“That’s enough!” said a sharp voice.

Dean turned to see Cas standing at the door, his finger clutching the edge of the door tightly. Tight enough that his knuckles were white.

“That’s enough, Benny!” Cas warned. “You don’t need to be this harsh with him!”

“Harsh?” Benny scoffed. “He’s a domestic kid, raised in a home, Castiel! He doesn’t know harsh. You know what’s harsh? What is happening to those poor bastards getting kidnapped out there. Sold, hurt… God knows what even happens to them! Your friend here has all the resources he needs to expose these fiends for what they are, and here he is acting like a wuss when one thing goes against his mighty plan.”

“Benny…” Cas looked thunderstruck, and Dean had gone completely white, his hands shaking at his sides.

Benny looked at Dean. “I really thought you were what this place needed. You’re smart and focused, and I thought you had the courage. But turns out you’re just too damn self-centered and selfish. Look around you, Winchester, the world is so much bigger than you and your long-lost brother. And honestly, you are not even helping that poor kid by giving up so easily-”

“Benny, SHUT UP!” Cas thundered. “Don’t say another word. Who the hell do you think you are going up against Dean like this? He isn’t at your beck and call to do as you please! Just because you couldn’t save Jaime, doesn’t mean it’s Dean’s job to save the world. Besides, he’s just a kid. Like you and me and Jaime. One word gets out about him being the police’s spy, they’d bury him and his records so underground that no one would even find his existence. Police support be damned.”

Cas took a deep breath and lowered his voice. “Jody is just one cop who suspects that something is amiss. Not even her whole department trusts her and the Stynes are powerful people. Besides, Dean has a juvenile record. How hard would it be to frame a runway case against him and then they’d make him disappear just like Jaime. Is that what you want? For him to keep going at it recklessly and then go missing forever?”

“I- “Benny’s eyes widened. All of his calm was gone, replaced by shock and horror.

“He’s not your pawn, Benny,” Cas said, sounding tired. “You can’t push all your anger and disappointment on him.”

“Cas,” Dean said, finally. His legs felt weak, and his heart felt heavy with shame. “Benny’s not wrong. I have been-”

The door sprang open and Gabriel came in. Looking around, he stopped at the sudden forced silence.

“Phew,” he whistled, plopping down on his bed. “Y’all look like you saw a ghost.”

He wasn’t wrong, Benny looked appalled and Cas looked vexed. As for Dean, he didn’t know what his face showed, but inside he felt so small and contrite he didn’t know how to face anyone. He had been so self absorbed the past week, fuming and wallowing in self pity, he had actually overlooked how it was affecting others.

“C’mon chaps,” Gabriel smirked, “What were you talking about?You don’t want to keep it from your best buddy here!” He winked.

Cas stepped forward. “You know what, Gabriel? You can shut it. This is none of your business and it shouldn’t concern you!”

Dean squinted at his friend. He had never seen Cas this mad. He was usually the most level headed person in the room, but today he was having none of it, and the way Cas had stood up for Dean made him feel even smaller.

“Whoa!” Gabe sat up. “What’s got your knickers in a twist, Cassy?”

“Let me think,” Cas said, eyes steely blue. “It might be the fact that you’re a selfish jackass who thinks only of himself.”

All traces of humour vanished from Gabriel’s face, and his eyes took on a dangerous look that screamed not to mess with him. “Be careful there, little bro. I know you three have been up to something… and you don’t wanna get on my bad side.”

Cas’s eyes narrowed further. “Actually that is rather hard, considering we don’t even know which side you’re on. There is only one side with you, Gabe. Your own. If you actually wanted people to trust you with things, you better decide where your loyalties lie.”

Gabriel pursed his lips, expression full of anger. For a second Dean thought he was going to reach out and hit Cas. But the moment passed and Gabriel hurtled out of the room like a whirlwind.

“Guess there isn’t much left for me to say anymore, is there?” Cas asked bitterly, then went out of the room himself.

Dean could only imagine how Cas must be feeling. He was a gentle soul. Having said so many grating words must have hurt him as much as it hurt the others. Gabriel was his brother and Benny his friend. Cas had still gone out of his way to take Dean’s side against his own people. That too when Dean had been a jerk to Cas, himself.

He spared Benny- who still looked out of his element- a brief glance then followed Cas out of the dorm room himself.

Cas stood at the far end of the corridor, staring out of the window into the sunset.

“What do you want, Dean?” he asked, still sounding tired, but his tone was sharp. Not his usual kind voice.

“I-I wanted to say sorry,” Dean said. “I know I’ve been an idiot and a jerk to you all of the past week. Drawing into myself like that was selfish and childish- Benny wasn’t wrong there. I’m just sorry!” He looked down, fists clenched at his sides. He wanted to kick the wall.

“It’s alright,” said Cas, and the tone made Dean look up. Cas was looking at him with a curious set to his mouth, eyes narrowed but in mirth. The way a parent would look at a child they had forgiven, but were curiously hunting for a motive behind the said mischief.

While Dean was at it, he apologised for one more thing, “I’m sorry you took up a fight against Benny and Gabriel for me.”

Cas shrugged. “They had it coming. Both of them.” He paused, then asked. “What’re you going to do now?”

Dean set his shoulders. “I’m gonna keep looking for Sam and check the records about the Stynes. See what they are really up to.”

“Alright.”

“So I’m forgiven?” Dean asked tentatively.

Cas smiled, then nodded. “While you’re at it, you should also apologise to Will.”

“Will?”

Cas’s face clouded over. “Something is up with him. He was doing your research even after you’d given up, Dean, but I am worried for him. Something is bothering him.”

Dean felt a stab of guilt. That kid! Everytime Dean thought of him he felt a pang that he couldn’t quite place. Like he wanted to reach out and stake a claim. Even in the last week, he had missed talking to Will, missed being followed with those eager eyes.

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Dean waited until it was past midnight. All was quiet in the room. Both Benny and Gabe were asleep with their faces to the wall. Cas was up, but he only offered Dean a knowing smile as Dean set out into the night.

Earlier, he had caught hold of Barry and asked him about Will, but the bespectacled kid had squeaked two words about the Library and then ran off, like he was scared of talking to anyone who wasn’t Will. Dean had looked into the decrepit room that was the library, but either Will wasn’t there or he was really good at hiding. Disappointed, Dean had made his way back to the 5th floor.

Will had tried. He had tried to follow Dean, tried to console him, and then distract him by prattling about his day, but Dean had ignored all of it. On the second day, he’d almost slammed the door to be by himself. Thinking back now, he felt ashamed that he had let his thoughts get better of him like this and pushed his friends away. And now if Will had been in trouble all this while…

Dean slumped down against the dividing grill, hoping to get away from his thoughts now.

Someone sharply drew breath on the other side.

“Will?” Dean whispered. “Is that you?”

There was no reply.

Dean gulped. Either Will was really angry or really upset. Neither was good.

“Look,” Dean said, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have behaved the way I did. It was cruel and just… not me…”

As far as apologies went, that was going really sucky and Will wasn’t even retaliating.

“C’mon, man!” Dean pleaded. “Talk to me.”

“I topped the Olympiad,” Will said in a rush, as if his head had been forced under water and had been allowed to breathe only now.

That wasn’t what Dean had expected. “That’s great news! Congratulations!” he sputtered anyway.

His exuberant words echoed in the silence against the backdrop of Will’s uneasy quiet.

“This is good, right?” Dean asked uncertainty

“Dean!” Will said urgently, “There was a couple who came here two days ago. They want to adopt me.”

The words just hung in the darkness. Whatever Dean was ready to say to console Will, died in his throat.

“Their names are Mr. and Mrs. Kensington, from uptown New York,” Will said. “They were in the organising committee for the Olympiad. My results impressed them and they came looking for me. They said they’d take me away from this… this place and help me into a new school for gifted students. Mrs. Kensington…. She said I was a prodigy. And she… she kissed me on my forehead as she was leaving.”

Will was going to be adopted.

Dean was stunned. He knew he should be saying something… congratulating Will. From what he knew, it was a big deal to be adopted and damn near impossible for anyone over 7 years to even stand a chance… and here was this glorious opportunity for Will to achieve everything he possibly could. He’d have the finest education. He’d have a new family to look after him, to take care of him.

But he would also be gone.

“Well, man, that’s bloody brilliant!” Dean managed, even though his own voice sounded bogusly cheerful.

“Is it?” Will asked, finally his voice betraying emotion. “Is it really, Dean?”

“Of course!

“They would have never even known I existed if it wasn’t for a math quiz!” Will said forcefully.

Dean shook his head, swallowing the irrational sense of dread he was feeling. “Isn’t that what you’ve always wanted, Will? You’ve always worked so hard so you could get somewhere in life. This is your golden ticket.”

“I don’t know what I want,” Will said in a small voice.

Dean peered, trying to make out Will’s shape through the grill. If what he guessed was right, Will was also trying to do the same thing.

“Tell me something, and go with your gut here,” Dean said, “Did they feel like bad people?”

In the darkness, Will shook his head. “They seemed decent. Really interested in me… and nervous about what I had to say. I was so scared when Andy told me there was a couple coming to see me. I wanted to talk to you, but-”

“I was busy being an asshat,” Dean completed. He vividly remembered Will ambling up to him after one dinner and him having rushed away quickly.

It was like Dean’s heart was sinking through his stomach when Dean said it. “I think you should go, Will. It will be for the best.”

Then why was Dean starting to feel so hollow inside?

Will hummed softly, and Dean felt that pang again. He was going to be miserable when Will left. That was always going to be the case though. Dean wasn’t here permanently; he had a family back home waiting for him. He would be parted from Will one way or another.

“What about Sam then?” Will asked, voice still soft.

“I’ll keep looking,” Dean vowed, more to himself than to Will. “Don’t you worry about that.”

Will sighed wistfully. It seemed like he wanted to say something, but the silence continued.

Dean gulped. “Can I tell you a secret?”

Will jerked up. “What?”

It felt like admitting to a sin, but after what Benny had said, Dean had to confess it. “I don’t really remember what Sam looks like,” Dean said. “I stay awake at night looking at the walls, trying to remember something… anything. It makes me feel like I don’t even deserve to find him. What if I find him and he isn’t what I imagined him to be. What if he’s a bully, or bitter? What if he hates me?”

“Hey! Don’t say that!” Will admonished. He sounded a bit mad which was surprising given that he was so meek just a few moments ago. It startled Dean.

Will got on his knees. His hands gripped both sides of the rail, the right one directly resting over Deans.

“You can’t think like that, Dean,” Sam said vehemently. “You have no clue how lucky Sam is that his big brother is out here looking for him. That too, a big brother like you!” His voice quivered. “I wish I was as lucky as Sam,”

Dean let go of the grill and placed his hand over Will’s. There wasn’t anything he could say to that, much less what he was actually thinking. Because there was one other thing that Dean had wanted to confess to Will, and had not- that, by some miracle if Dean actually found Sam, a small, horrible part of him was scared that he would go looking for all those little features of Will in Sam. The intelligence in his eyes, innocence of his smile and the kindness of his words. He would look for all of it… and he wouldn’t find it. Because no one else could replace Will, not even Sam.

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Time To Trust - The Devil´s Daughter Chapter Five (Lucifer Morningstar x Daugther!Reader)

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Summary: Arriving at the precinct made you more nervous than you would have liked to admit. Dan only meant well & you trusted him, right? So why were you so damn anxious? Maybe because you knew you had to give him some answers sooner rather than later & you were not ready to do that just yet.

Words: 1,402

Warnings: (thank you for sticking around even after months of radio silence), pretty much a filler to get back into writing (I do have a lot of stuff planned though, things will start happening soon), fear of not being enough, awful cliffhanger, language (the usual), mentions of anxiety

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The ride gave you the chance to actually take in the beauty of the city. Yes, when you wandered around the other day you managed to see a few parts but now, sitting in a car, made everything way realer to you. Neither of you talked during the ride, enjoying the comfortable silence between the both of you. It kind of scared you. How could you trust a stranger after such a short time? Dan might not be a stranger anymore but it was not like you knew him well either. The radio was quietly emanating some tunes you did not know but soon, you found yourself humming with the beat. Dan took a look at you & smiled at your actions. You seemed way more comfortable & fearless looking out of the window. He just hoped he could help you find an actual place to stay. Not that he minded having you with him but he just assumed that you would get bored rather quickly. Besides, he knew there had to be more behind your façade. Something you clearly had not shown just yet. For a second, he debated bringing up the conversation you had last night, but decided against it. Maybe you would feel better at the L.A.P.D., with professionals around. Yes, he was a professional himself but right now he was not working. Just a few more minutes & he would find out.

As the car came to a stop, you noticed that you had zoned out for a bit. The sound of Dan’s car door shutting made you look at him. Before you could move to open your door, Dan beat you to it & helped you out. Not that you needed help but it still felt good to have someone who looked out for you. Like Michael when you were in heaven…No! Stop that! No more thinking about heaven & the angels. THIS was your new life, you had other things to worry about. For example, handling the questions you were sure you were about to get as soon as you walked into the precinct.

“You ready to do this?” Dan asked.

“Do what, exactly?” you uncomfortably chuckled. Your eyes met his briefly but before he could actually comment on the look you gave him, you quickly made your way to the entrance & tried to hide your anxiety with a witty remark.

“Climbing stairs to get to the door or opening the door to enter?” a sarcastic smirk was plastered on your face and Dan looked like he bought it. All he did was shaking his head, chuckling & following after you. Before you could push the door open, Dan’s hand was placed beside you & he opened it for you.

“Actually, this door is rather heavy, I got it. No need for you to exhaust yourself first thing in the morning.” you knew he was joking but you could not help but let your thoughts wander to a dark place again. That was one of your biggest insecurities. Feeling like you cannot accomplish simple tasks on your own. God had told you that you were too fragile. So most of the times you ended up feeling like you were not good enough. That no matter what you tried, nobody appreciated it because in the end, there was always someone who could do it better than you. Trying to push down your feelings, you shot a polite smile Dan’s way & entered without saying anything else. Dan stopped briefly, looked after you & wondered if he had said anything wrong. He expected another sarcastic comment from you, just like you had acted the entire morning with him. It did not come, though. He figured you were just nervous about what expected you inside. Yeah, that had to be it.

You felt another presence on your left & without looking up, you knew it was Dan. Slowing down a little bit, you let him lead you through the precinct. Surprisingly, there were not a lot of people at work. You blamed the time, even though it was not that early. Not that you cared much anyway. A door came into view & Dan approached it. You assumed that it would be where his coworkers asked you the so dreaded questions. What were you supposed to say? Should you make up a story? Should you make up a fake last name? A fake family? That way your possibilities of being left alone would be higher. But wait a minute…Did you even want to be left alone? It did not work out well for you last time & you kind of liked Dan. He was nice. On the other hand, though, you knew you could not stay with him. It would end up in you bothering the shit out of him & obviously, that was not your intention.

You fell behind a few steps because your thoughts consumed you once again. Before Dan could open the door, you jogged up to him & beat him to it.

“See? That door is much heavier & I’m doing just fine.” you turned around so your back was against the door, holding it open. Your arms crossed over your chest & you popped your hip out, signaling that you were mocking him & his previous actions. He laughed at you once more & walked past you into the rather cold looking room. Pushing yourself off the door, you took a look at the desk in the middle of the room. There was one single chair & …handcuffs? Wait, Dan would never hold you hostage, right? He was a cop, that was probably just one of the interrogation rooms. Or so you hoped. Maybe you were too naïve & you would face your death more sooner than later. STOP! Just stop thinking…

“No need to be scared, these are for the bad guys, not you.” Dan spoke up after you eyed the handcuffs a little too long & your face turned into one of pure concern.

“Kinky.” was your only answer, you even managed to keep a straight face.

“You’re something else, do you know that?” he was amused by your behavior but he liked you that way. It was like another girl was standing in front of him if he had to compare you to last night.

“Oh, I’ve heard that line a billion times, trust me.” you faked a smile. It was not like there were any happy memories connected to those words but Dan did not need to know that just yet. Or ever, for that matter.

“Hey, how about you take a seat & I’ll be right back, okay?” his words made you look up to him & you gave a simple nod as answer. After Dan took off, you decided against sitting down. Your anxiety was on edge & you could not even explain why. You were an angel, for fuck’s sake, why could you not chill? Pacing the room seemed like a good enough distraction, at least until Dan showed up again. Would he be alone or with his coworkers? That thought made you even more anxious. Yes, you were comfortable around Dan but the idea of another person asking you weird questions left you uneasy. Well, you could request to talk to Dan alone, right? There was nothing wrong with that. Besides, you were in an interrogation room, you were probably being observed right now, pacing like a crazy person. Ugh, just stop already…

The fact that someone could be watching you right now made you take a deep breath. Calming yourself would be convenient in your situation. You were fine, Dan would not have brought you here if he were not sure it would help you. After another deep breath, you finally sat down on the chair & began playing with the handcuffs so your hands were not shaking as much. Having something to play with helped distracting you & a distraction was very much needed.

You looked up as soon as you heard the door opening. The first person you saw was Dan but you could tell that there was another one right behind him. He moved aside a little & you found yourself staring at someone you would have never thought to meet so soon.

“Hello there, (Y/N), right?” the voice simply stated but you were too shocked to answer right away.

~to be continued~

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Published (03/15/2021) by Cathy

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silentauroriamthereal · 4 years

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northernstardust replied to your post “So, a question about Mary inspired by your recent post. I know you...”

Thank you so much for such an thorough answer! I have to agree, she is not likable at all, she is not interesting and she is so damn inconsistently written! Like you said, she is supposed to be so smart, yet she marries John, who is relatively famous by his association with Sherlock and has a public platform. She does it while being on the run and in hiding. Doesn’t John put up his wedding photos on his blog?

2/3 Also isn’t she even a little bit worried about Sherlock finding out who she is? Is she stupid then? Reckless? Or maybe she has some other motivation, for example, she loves John too much to refuse him. Except seeing how she treats him, she really doesn’t. Well, maybe she has some other villainous motive. Except she doesn’t, she is actually good… The result is a wreck, obviously.

3/3 I think the only viable way to make her a memorable character and not to destroy the show’s main dynamic was to write her as a villain.

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Finally replying properly!

Moffat and Gatiss have never been hugely hung up on consistency, which is something I find irritating in general. Gatiss once sort of rolled his eyes and essentially said that people who wanted them to tie up all of their plot holes and loose ends wanted “pablum”, which is somewhat insulting. This fan base is a particularly intelligent one, and wanting solidly plotted writing is not a flaw! I could say a lot more about that, but I won’t.

Overstating Mary’s intelligence really bothers me. In the ACD canon, the only person who is smarter than Sherlock is Mycroft. I can accept that. I’ve liked the way they’ve contrasted Sherlock’s intensely overthought, yet brilliant processes with John’s ability to see a direct point A-to-point B connection that Sherlock sometimes misses, like the TBB when he thinks of just taking a photo. That works so well and shows so much how John brings in an element that Sherlock is missing and needs; it’s a very balanced partnership between them. But then they suddenly bring in Mary, who is smarter than John, smarter than Sherlock (“I’m not John; I can tell when you’re lying” – ugh), can hack into secure secret service databases on a cellphone in under ten seconds, is smarter than Mycroft and also maybe worked for him at some point, but also worked for the highest bidder, is a crack shot (who nevertheless missed Sherlock’s actual heart, lol) – blah blah blah, Mary Sue to the nth degree.

And yet, what kind of professional assassin doesn’t think to maybe NOT wear her signature perfume to threaten someone in her ninja outfit????? That’s either rank stupidity, or else it’s ego – as Sherlock states in the first episode, it’s the downfall of genius (“genius”) to want to get caught. Did Mary want to get caught? I would argue not; she was willing to commit actual murder to keep John from making an informed decision about her. Conclusion: stupidity. Then there’s her “I can’t have you and Sherlock hanging off my gun arm” – yet John outwitted her, easily. They were leagues ahead of her. And yes, as you said, John is justifiably famous through his partnership with Sherlock, whose fame Mary likes to downplay. She obviously assumed that Sherlock would never have a clue who she was, because she obviously undervalues his intelligence, yet his VERY first deduction about her caught that she’s a liar. On top of that, if Mary actually worked for Mycroft, or he at least knew who she was, how was Sherlock never going to find out?? Also, why tf didn’t Mycroft ever think of maybe mentioning it??? Ugh. My pragmatic conclusion is, just like with Eurus Holmes, they weren’t actually plotting this out in some amazing, genius masterplan from ten years beforehand; they were adding as they went without checking for continuity and consistency. Lazy writing. They’re good writers – but they’re horrendously lazy. Every single one of their end-of-season cliffhangers has resulted in an irritatingly tongue-in-cheek cop-out “solution”. Their “there’s something that no one has caught” thing re. Reichenbach was the bouncy ball that Sherlock used to stop his pulse temporarily, yet I’d read that theory dozens of times by then. Mary is not as smart as they think she is (certainly not as smart as SHE thinks she is!), and the fandom is vastly more intelligent than they realize.

You said “I think the only viable way to make her a memorable character and not to destroy the show’s main dynamic was to write her as a villain.” I agree. It would have followed through logically on what they started with. Where they tripped up, in my opinion, was the moment of having John decide that he didn’t want to know anything about her, that he’d rather live with the lies forever, and then taking her back. That was inconsistent on John’s part, too, given how protective he’d been of Sherlock in the past. Forgiving someone who hadn’t asked for forgiveness after having attempted to murder Sherlock is a lot worse than someone calling him a weirdo, and yet here we are. I could go into a rant about heteronormativity and how there are no consequences in Moftiss’ world if the perpetrator is a woman, but that’s a rant for another day, and one that I’ve already ranted before. As is much of this, but there it is. :P

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