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matthewfairchildfanclub · 4 years

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TSC except it's incorrect quotes and it's part 2 and it's really fucking long sorry.

Cordelia: I like your top.

James, wearing a very bright shirt: Thank-

Matthew: Thanks dude, I like you to.

Anna: Gender is a game and I have the cheat codes.

Clary, at Starbucks: Can I get a venti caramel macchiato with, uh... seven shots of espresso.

Simon, behind her: Jesus Christ, Clary, just do cocaine.

James: If you were to die, what would be your last words?

Matthew: Finally.

James: No-

Izzy, on the phone with Magnus: Is it okay if I bring my weird roommate?

Simon: Would you please stop calling me that.

Clary: You sure you're sober enough to drive?

Jace: Yeah, I didn't drink anything.

Clary: Okay, go get the car.

Alec: [running after Jace]

Clary: It's okay, he's sober!

Alec: HE DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO DRIVE!

Will: Jem, you have beautiful eyes.

Jem: You too.

Tessa: ...

Tessa: Did I miss something?

Will: I'm straight, I just like his eyes.

Tessa: You're gay for his eyes.

Will: Exactly!

Will: Wait, no

Lucie, walking out in a new outfit: How do I look?

Matthew: Holy shit, that's the ugliest thing I've ever seen.

Lucie: Excuse you?!

Matthew: No, not you, the thing sitting beside you.

Alastair: Fuck you.

Magnus: You sure know a lot about the law.

Julian: I do a lot of borderline illegal shit.

Cordelia: Lucie! Don't let go!

Lucie, dangling from the side of the cliff: WHY THE FUCK WOULD I LET GO?!

Kit: I think I forgot to sleep because I was looking at memes.

Dru: If you ever wonder why you have no friends, just remember that sentence.

Christopher: Oh, tiddlywinks.

Matthew: JUST SAY FUCK

Will: Swear words are banned in this house, if you say one you'll be grounded.

Matthew: Heck.

Will: You're on thin fucking ice, kid.

Jace: You may not know this, Alec, but I'm a flawed person.

Alec: I do know that.

Dru: [reading the exorcist]

Dru: [laughs]

Matthew: I know you can be "underwhelmed" and you can be "overwhelmed" but...

Matthew: Can you ever just be whelmed?

James: ...

Christopher: I think you can in Bulgaria!

James: I think I'm in love with Cordelia.

Grace: Congratulations! You're officially the last one to know.

Tessa: James, what are you doing here? Weren't you making spaghetti tacos with Mattew, Christopher, and Thomas?

James: Well, I was.

Tessa: ... was?

James: Well, I- it was just getting hot downstairs because of the fire.

Tessa: THE WHAT?!

(Downstairs the kitchen is completely on fire)

Christoper, looking around while Matthew and Thomas try to put the fire out with olive oil: Oh, this isn't good.

Jace: Please shut up.

Simon: Well, since you asked nicely, no.

Will: No pain, no gain!

Matthew: But I'm in constant pain and I've lost everything-

Matthew: If you'll excuse me, I must attend to my evening affairs.

James: You mean drinking wine and eating gummy bears until you pass out on a chaise?

Cordelia: Or reading Layla and Majnun and crying in the bath because they didn't deserve it?

Lucie: Or shouting your own poetry from your balcony?

Matthew: All three, in that order.

Will: What have I told you about comparing Tatiana to the devil?

Lucie: ... that it's offensive to the devil?

Jamie: These people are my friends!

Jamie: I've known them for twelve hours!

Clary: What are we gonna do?

Simon: Don't worry, you're so small they probably won't see you.

Clary: Simon, is this really the time to be making short jokes?

Simon: Clary, it's never not the time, because just like you, life is short.

Matthew, drunk: Always strive to eat the stars.

Lucie, half asleep: Aren't they too hot?

Matthew: Blow on them first, idiot.

Cashier: Would you like your check?

Ty: If someone is being murdered right now it would be my alibi, but if someone gets murdered in the store they could pin it on me.

Cashier: Sir?

Ty: I want to speak to a lawyer.

Magnus: If you had to choose between Jace and all the money I have in my pocket, which would you choose.

Alec: Depends. How much money are we talking about?

Jace: Alec????

Magnus: Eleven cents.

Alec: Sold.

Jace: ALEC?!!??!?!

Alastair: Cursing is for those who have a limited vocabulary.

Matthew: You are an audacious, ideologically unsound, captious, presumptuous, motherfucker.

Clary: Hey, uh, maybe we need Simon's help with this one?

Jace: I would literally rather die.

Cristina: Name a way to be nice to people.

Kieran: Don't stab them.

Cristina: ...

Cristina: Setting the bar a little low but I'll allow it.

Tessa: Where have you been?

Will: Emotional hell.

Kit: I made you all of you into Sims, look.

Jace: Where are you?

Kit: I'm in the grave in the backyard.

Jace:

Clary:

Jace: Put me there to.

Clary: Oh my god-

Emma: I have the sharpest memory, name one time I forgot something.

Zara: You forgot me in a Walmart parking lot, like, three weeks ago.

Emma: I did that on purpose, try again.

Matthew: Will, did you know "thot" means "thoughtful person."

Will: Really? I did not know this modern slang.

(later)

Will: Thank you for helping me with the stables, Tessa, you're such a thot.

Tessa, wheezing: I'm a WHAT?

Julian: [choking]

Kit: I'm trying to call 911 but the 9 button isn't working!

Dru: Just flip your phone upside down and use the 6.

Julian, stopping his choking for a second: What the fu-

Emma, getting in the front seat: Alright, is everyone ready to go?

The Blackthorns: Yep!

Emma: Okay, let's go.

(looks into the mirror to see Zara running after the van)

Emma: [whispers to herself] Goodbye you little shit.

Cordelia: What the hell is going on??

Matthew: Oh, great, you heard my cry for help.

Cordelia: You mean your girly scream?

Matthew: I MEAN MY CRY FOR HELP

James: The risk I took was calculated.

James: But holy shit am I bad at math.

Izzy and Magnus: [getting arrested at a protest]

Cop: Fake ID's, fake credit card. Got anything on you that's real?

Izzy: My tits.

Magnus: My ass.

[in a group chat]

Dru: Adding "lmao" does not hide your pain.

Kit: Yeah it does lmao.

Matthew: Excuse me, who made James the boss of the group.

Christopher: You did.

Thomas: You said, "James should be the boss".

Lucie: And then you said, "lets vote," and it was unanimous.

Cordelia: And then you made him a plaque that says, "Boss Of Us".

Anna: And put little sparkles all over it.

Matthew: ... All valid points.

Matthew: And once again, James and Matthew save the day.

Lucie: You didn't do anything.

Thomas: It was all James.

Matthew: We're a package deal. Everyone knows that.

Jem: I am not "too nice"!

Will: Jem, you apologized-

Jem: I have manners!

Will: -to the waiter who spilled soup on your lap.

Kit: You wanna see how hardcore I am?

Kit: [punches a wall]

Kit: Take me to the hospital.

Julian: People ask me how I handle the rest of my family so easily.

Julian: The truth is, I don't.

Julian: I have no control over them.

Julian: I walked into the house today and Mark shot me in the neck with a nerf gun.

(At a New Years Eve party)

Alec, to the TMI gang: I would like to make a toast!

Alec, raising his glass: I cannot believe we have gone through another twelve months of absolute fuckery.

Alec: Cheers!

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maira-writes-shit · 3 years

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I have this habit you know

Haikyuu Tanaka Ryuunosuke x Ennoshita Chikara

Fluff, flower language, getting together, major charecter death

Words: 2758

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She had thought him that there was flowers for everything and that you should always give them to the people you love.

Wich is why he was here now.

"I got you guys flowers..."

"Huh?"

"REALLY?!"

"...why?"

"They're Peonies. They mean luck."

Nishinoya's eyes seemed to glow as he smiled: "THAT'S SO COOL! THANK YOU RYUU!"

The spicker smiled and look at the rest of the first years.

Narita gave him a small smile, Kinoshita smelled the flower and Ennoshita stared at the flower with a mixture of wonder and admiration.

A year later

"'sup fucker."

"Hey asshole."

He was sitting at the counter of his grandmothers flower shop he sometimes helped out in.A bag landed in front of him and his cousin sat down next to it."you still have my eyeliner." Kyoutani said between taking bites from his sandwich.

"Oh yeah I know. It should still be at home."

Tanaka got up and walked over to the statice.Yeah this one is pretty good. Success.

“You still do that?“ „Yeah, what about it?!“Tanaka‘s cousin looked up at him and raised an eyebrow."Nothing I just don't really get it. I mean what have these people ever done for you? What is it that makes them deserving of these flowers?"

"...what is it?"They're my friends. They take me the way I am without a question."

Kyoutani looked at him with a raised eyebrow in a silent question of "And how do you know that?"

"Noya is my best friend. He gets me without me having to say anything! Kinoshita and Narita might not talk too much but whenever I need someone they got my back!"

"And what about that sleepy guy?"

Ennoshita...he was diffrent."Enno he...honestly I don't know why someone like him is even friends with me. He's amaizing! He's smart, cool, a great player, he is funny and really fucking caring! I feel so lucky to even be allowed to be friends with him..."

"Dude that sounnds like you have a crush on him."Tanaka flushed. Did he like Ennoshita in that way? Honestly he didn't know...

He blamed Tanaka.

He had this habit, you know.

Ever since first year Tanaka would give everyone from their year on the team a flower before games.

When they got into second year these flowers even started to get more personal.

And Ennoshita started to get really intrested in them. Well actually he got really intrested in Tanaka...

He was gay and he knew it. He didn't bother telling everyone, if they found out they found out, if they didn't they didn't.Simple as that.

Tanaka though...he made him want to scream it off a rooftop for everyone to hear.

Ennoshita had it bad.

So what did he do?

Call the two saltiest setters he knew.

The door to his room flew open."What's up?", said the shorter of the two, Shirabu.

Yahaba Shigeru and Shirabu Kenjirou. Pretty, petty and his best friends for ages.

The two were childhood friends while they meet Ennoshita in middle school.

"Ah nothing much..." "This is about the baldy, isn't it?", damm Yahaba and his senior Oikawa for teaching him to be so perspective!

"Yeah yeah, sit down assholes."

The two had been in his room enough to make it feel like he was in one of their rooms and not his own.

Shirabu planted himself on the bed and Yahaba flopped down on the bunch of pillows stacked in the coner.

Ennoshita's eyes went a little big as he remembered what he had put on the bed where Shirabu was streched out on now. Luckly the copper haired setter had noticed it and pulled a small book out from under him.

Or not so luckly.

Ennoshita sadly had fogotten what teasig little bastards his best friends were.

"Ohoho what's this?" Ennoshita did not like the wierd glint in Shirabu's eyes.

Yahaba jumped up only to make grabby hands at the book. Shirabu pulled it away and the other pouted.

Ennoshita looked away and felt his cheeks heat up as his friends opened the book.

"Are you fucking kidding me, Chika? Did you really keep every single flower he ever gave you?" "...Yes. Now shut up Haba."

His friends only laughed.

Ennoshita was utterly fucked.

Yellow rose, frienship. For Noya.

Gladiolus, strength. For Kinoshita.

Iris, hope. For Narita.

Camellia, admiration...For Ennoshita.

He did like him like that.

Tanaka had thought about it a lot. The thought kept him up at night, it distracted him in practice, it was always there when he was in class and he couldn't even hold a real conversation because of it.Tanaka liked Ennoshita. He liked him a lot.

He had never thought about liking men but really it seemed so natural with Ennoshita.

Every snort at Tanaka's stupid jokes, every glare send to the other teams captain while shaking hands before games, every time Ennoshita fell asleep on his shoulder, every look filled with mischief, everything about his fellow 3rd year just made him love him a little bit more.

Love?Is this love? I like it...

Tanaka looked at the flower in his hand and smiled.

If this is love then I never want to not feel it.

Camellia, huh?

Flowers fascinated him.

Ennoshita had been studying them for some time now. Flower language fascinated him the most.

It was so interesting knowing you could express everything just through flowers!Generally, camellia flowers symbolize love, affection, and admiration. ... White camellias symbolize adoration and is given to someone who is well-liked. Pink camellias symbolize a longing for someone and is given to someone who is missed. Red camellias symbolize love, passion, and deep desire.

Tanaka gave him a pink camellia...

Longing? Does Tanaka maybe feel the same way after all? No that couldn’t be...am I just interpreting too much into this again? Maybe he isn’t even aware of their meanings.

“You’ve been staring at that flower for over a minute, dumbass.“

Ennoshita jumped.

“Could you stop breaking into my house, Yahaba? Shirabu?“ „Never.“ Said Shirabu and bit off of something that may be a muffin or a very squishy pice of shit.

“Shut up.“

“Why are you staring at the flower anyway? I mean doesn’t he give everyone one? Before like every match?“ that comment earned a hit over the head for Shirabu from Yahaba.

“It’s just because of the meaning of the flower...“

Yahaba raised an eyebrow but then light up:“Kyou sometimes tells me about flower language! His grandma has a flower shop!“

“Yeah yeah we get you’re in a relationship. Now shut up and let Chika tell us what goes on in that pretty little head of his.“

Karasuno‘s captain sighed and looked back at the flower.

“It‘s a camellia. A pink one at that! They mean adoration and longing...“

“Well that’s great! I guess your lover boy likes you back!“ sing songed Yahaba as he let his head fall off the bed.

“But what if I’m just interpreting too much into it?! What if he doesn’t actually know what they mean?! What if I’m just getting my hopes up for them to crash down?!“

“Hey calm the fuck down, Chika! Just ask him if he knows flower language and if yes then you can be pretty certain he gave the flower to you on purpose. It’s simple as that.“

“Yeah you might be right, Kenjirou...“

“And when you know he meant it you can just ask him out.“

“Omg Shigeru! How are you the one of us that is in a relationship?!“

“...Honestly I don’t know either. Kyou is just stupid.“, chuckled Yahaba but there was a fond expression on his face that made his best friends cringe.

“Hey Tanaka, I was wondering...do you know flower language?“

Tanaka almost spit out his drink.

Does he know? Why is he asking? Oh my god what am I supposed to do? No wait I have to say something! Uhhhhh

“Um yeah. My grandma owns a flowershop. Why?“

Smooth

“Oh that explains a lot! I was just interested because of the flowers you always get us.“

“Do you know it, Enno?“ „Huh?“ „Do you know flower language?“ „Oh.“

Ennoshita turned away and if his eyes weren’t playing a cruel prank on him he saw him blush a little.

“N-No not really...we should get to practice!“ and with that the new captain stood up from their place on the floor and went over to a couple of first years trying to receive Hinata and Kageyama‘s quick.

Some red camellias (love, passion), some light red carnations (admiration), lady’s mantle (comforting love), Stocks (beauty, a happy life and the bonds of affection), lavender roses (enchantment and love at first sight) and Hydrangae (gratitude for being understood).

It was a lot but it still wasn’t enough to express just how Ennoshita felt.

He had thought you could show exactly how you felt but he had been wrong apparently because holy shit...all these emotions could never be expressed in just one Bouquet.

This is stupid...why did I let Shigeru let me talk into this?

Several bad decisions let me to this...ok here goes nothing!

He knocked at the door to the Tanaka residence.

He put some flowers into the vase.

Daffodils

“Here, now it’s officially our new home!“, Tanaka exclaimed.

His boyfriend only chuckled and put down the last of the boxes.

“Come here, dumbass.“

Tanaka slung an arm around Ennoshita.

The flowers stood in front of a window while the sun was going down. It was beautiful.

The man with the shaved head turned to his boyfriend who was smiling slightly and looking out the window. The orange light of the sunset complement him very well.

Yeah...it was beautiful.

This was their home now. He loved it.

„Hey Chika, look at me.“ the groom looked up at one of his best friends as he fiddled with the Asters on Chikara‘s suit.

“You are going to be ok. You are marrying the love of your life. Calm the fuck down.“

“You have no right to say that Shige. You literally had a nervous breakdown before you and Kentarou got married!“ „Not important, Kenjirou!“

Chikara Ennoshita, soon to be Tanaka, chuckled at his groomsmen.

He is right. I’m marrying the love of my life...I’ll be ok.

Chikara was beautiful.

This was like a fever dream.

He was marrying the love of his life.

With a smile and a small tear Ryuunosuke Tanaka joined his husband.

He was happy.

„Your vows now please.“

Ryuu‘s eyes were filled with tears as Chikara looked down at his vows and back up to him.

Here goes nothing.

“It feels different. It’s good. You make me happy. Every word, every laugh, even every stupid little comment. It makes me happy. It’s not the same but I like it. Stupid isn’t it? The smallest little thing...it makes me happy. Every color seems a little brighter with you. I’d like to thank you. For nothing, for just being there, for everything, for loving me and all my flaws no matter what. So here it is...thank you for wanting to spend the rest of your Life with me.“

Ryuu was now just full out bawling while Chikara also started to shed a few tears.

„My turn!“ the taller now said and everyone laughed a bit.

“Love, passion, admiration, comforting love, beauty, a happy life and the bonds of affection, enchantment and love at first sight, gratitude for being understood. Those were the meanings of the flowers from the bouquet you confessed with. And honestly...yeah. All these fit, because damm Chika! I love you. I love you so fucking much. You thanked me for wanting to spent the rest of my life with you when in reality I should be the one thanking you.“

Chikara only shook his head while wiping away a few more tears.

“Even before you confessed- hell even before I knew I liked you, I always thought you were amazing. I always thought that you had to be crazy to let me stay and now...well I guess you are a mad man!“ another laugh from the audience.

“I guess I am...“ said Chikara with a fond smile on his lips and oh how Tanaka wanted to kiss those lips already.

To be honest Ryuu didn’t even know what was said after only staring at the man he was marrying.

“You may now kiss your husband!“

And kiss they did.

He has this habit, you know.

Every Friday Ryuu would try and get his husband at least one flower.

When he saw a pretty flower on the side walk he’d take it home.

When he walked past a flower shop he’d buy one.

When he came by his late grandma’s flower shop, now passed down to his cousin and his husband he’d buy one.

And Chikara would love it.

Every single time.

Because that’s just who Chikara Tanaka was.

And that was just why Ryuunosuke Tanaka loved him.

He has this habit, you know.

Ryuu would get him flowers every Friday and Chikara would keep them.

Every single one of them.

He had done it since first year of high school to be honest.

He would press every single flower he ever got from his husband and glue them into this book he owned.

By now it was almost completely full of flowers and it was already his second one!

Ryuu would love it.

Because that’s just who Ryuunosuke Tanaka was.

And that was just why Chikara Tanaka loved him.

He was in bed.

He was asleep.

He was peaceful.

...

He was dead.

No pulse.

No heart beat.

No breathing.

Dead.

There were tears. Tears everywhere.

No. No. Not yet. Please...

Hey hey! Look at his face...

Ryuu looked up at his dead husband for the first time since he woke up.

Chikara‘s face was peaceful, there was even a little smile on his lips and he was curled up the same way he always was hugging the place where Ryuu usually laid.

He was happy...so please let us be happy for him too...

Ryuunosuke couldn’t bring himself to really do anything at the funeral.

It was just too much.

But a little thing he did say:

“Love, passion, admiration, comforting love, beauty, a happy life and the bonds of affection, enchantment and love at first sight, gratitude for being understood. Those were the meanings of the flowers from the bouquet you confessed with. And honestly...yeah. All these fit, because really Chika...I love you. I love you so fucking much. You once thanked me for wanting to spent the rest of my life with you when in reality I should have been the one thanking you-“

Ryuunosuke broke out in tears.

“Hey Chika! How have you been? I’m pretty good even if it still isn’t the same without you...look what I got you.“

He has this habit, you know?

Every Friday Ryuunosuke Tanaka would go to the cemetery and lay down some flowers at a certain grave. He’d take the old ones back home as well.

Ryuunosuke kept on talking as he laid down a red tulip.

11 years ago he kissed this man and Never thought that in 11 years he couldn’t do that anymore.

But he knew Chikara wouldn’t want him to always grief.

So he tried to be happy. For Chikara.

“What’s this?“ Kentarou said looking at a small book.

“Give me that please!“

„Uh...ok. But what is it?“

Ryuunosuke looked down at the little book with a bittersweet smile.

“Chika put every flower I ever gave him into one of these...I still do it actually! I take home the old flowers from his grave and put them into here...“

Kentarou looked at him with a slightly sad smile and grabbed his husband by the hand.

Shigeru went through a lot as well regarding Chikara‘s death so he at least understood a bit.

Ryuu was happy to have the two.

He was sitting in his chair in their once shared bedroom, the sunset was shimmering through the blinds, there was a chrysanthemum in his hand and a little book spilling flowers on his chest.

A chest that wasn’t moving anymore...

With a smile and a small tear Ryuunosuke Tanaka joined his husband.

He was happy.

(The daffodil symbolizes rebirth and new beginnings.

Aster meanings include love and wisdom.

Tulips are the flower associated with the 11th wedding anniversary, as well.

In many countries in Europe, the chrysanthemum is placed on graves and viewed as a symbol of death.)

#ennotana #ennoshita x tanaka #ennoshita chikara #tanaka ryuunosuke #my fanfiction #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu fanfiction

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lauwrite1225 · 3 years

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Somebody to die for.

Finan x OC; The Old Guard inspired Alternative Universe

Summary : Victoria’s life is rather simple until she has a car accident from which she ends up miraculously unscathed. A series of weird events animates her daily life, everything seemingly bringing her to a strange man. Until this very man knocks at her door.

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A/N : It’s Finan Friday again my dudes! I hope you all are fine! This chapter signs the REAL beginning of the story, hope you will like it ;)

Warnings : none! For once! Won’t last I fear lmaoo

Chapter 4 : I’m not calling you a liar, just don’t lie to me

Victoria wakes up suddenly, a frightened scream escaping her. She is sweaty and panting, her hands resting on her chest as she stares at the darkness surrounding her. Soon enough, the obscurity is broken when the door of her bedroom opens, letting in the light from the corridor. Finan is standing in the doorway but she can't read his expression as she sits up on her bed.

“Are ya alright?” He asks, walking carefully towards her.

She nods quickly, catching her breath in slow inhales and exhales again, but she's still shaking. He sits on the edge of her bed, his worried eyes studying her face and his hand rubbing her back.

“I'm alright.” She whispers. “It was just a dream.”

Finan suddenly stops his movement, making her look at him, his eyebrows furrowed. “D'ya still have dreams?”

“After I met you it stopped.” She explains, rubbing her face and then letting her hands slide in her hair. “But I was back in the forest, where you died. You were still here, but I was staring at that young monk.” Finan's fingers tense against the fabric of her shirt, but she doesn't pay attention to it. “It was just like for you. I felt him die.”

Victoria sighs, confused and still shocked. Finan's palm leaves her back and she turns her head to him. “Is it the first time ya've been dreamin' of him?”

She shakes her head. “No… No it isn't.” She stands up, walking to her desk to search for a paper. She feels Finan's gaze on her before she hears him walking behind her. “When I started to dream about you, I drew you.” She explains, pointing at a portrait of Finan. He takes it delicately while she keeps looking for the others. “Here!”

She grabs her drawing of the young monk and hands it to Finan. His face falls and he mutters something inaudible.

“I think I've seen him through your memories.” She continues, ignoring the way he retreats, his eyes still fixed on the paper, until his calves hit her bed and he sits on it. “Do you know him?” She asks, crouching in front of him to try to meet his eyes.

Finan's jaw clenches and she squeezes his knee, calling him softly, but he is desperately captivated by the young man from her dreams. His reaction however is enough for her to understand that he isn't a stranger to him.

“Finan, if I've been dreaming of him, maybe that means he isn't dead. Maybe he is like us.” She says, a hopeful and reassuring smile growing on her lips.

She thought the news would have pleased him, especially after being lonely for a millennium. And it seems that this monk is someone he used to know, one more reason for Victoria to think that he should be happy. But there's not even the shadow of a smile on his face. Instead, he exhales slowly, putting the drawing beside him onto the blanket.

“I know.”

Vicky blinks, confused. “What do you mean, you know?”

“I know him and I know he is alive.” He says emotionless, avoiding her gaze.

She stands on her feet, her eyes wide open. She can't believe he has been lying to her and it's a strange feeling that boils in her chest, made of confusion, anger and betrayal. Finan looks up to her and is about to speak but she slaps him across the face. She's as surprised as he is about her action but she can't find the will to apologize while he rubs his cheek.

“You lied to me!” She shouts at him, her voice breaking in disbelief. “You said we were the only ones! You said you've been alone for all this time.”

“It's more complicated than ya think.” He grumbles.

Victoria scoffs. “It's no reason to lie to me! I trusted you!” Finan's jaw twitches but he says nothing, which upsets her even more. But she tries to calm down, wanting to know the truth. “How many are we?”

He hesitates, his fingers drumming on his thigh. “With ya, five.”

“Fucking five!” She rolls her eyes and walks to her desk to take her two last drawings, handing them to the Irishman. His face darkens even more and she notices how hardly he swallows as he takes in the two men. “Is it them?”

He nods, and even though she can see the emotions in his eyes, the way tears are threatening to roll on his cheeks, she can only feel anger. She pinches the bridge of her nose, walking in circles around her bedroom. “I can explain ya.” Finan eventually whispers, making her halt.

“I don’t want to hear your explanations.” She says sharply and he stares at her with as much surprise as when she slapped him. She sighs, rubbing her eyes now. “Just… Just leave.” However, Finan doesn’t leave, still fixated on her. “Fucking leave!” She shouts and he finally stands up.

It’s only when she hears the door of her flat closing that she allows herself to fall on her bed. She feels so betrayed, even though she knows him for a short time, she has accepted that he would be the only forever she would ever know. The only constant when all the people she knows will disappear one by one. But everything was a lie. Well at least one part, but Victoria is blinded by anger. However, she does regret kicking him out of her flat as a hundred questions are rising in her mind and only he could answer them.

She feels that way for the rest of the week, having a thousand questions about the three other immortals, but too proud to accept Finan's excuses and ask him about them. Finan, on the other hand, does try to talk to her, sending her texts and calling her. And she just ignores him.

“Why don't you answer?” Rebecca asks her when they are taking their lunch break together in a small park, Vicky having declined the Irishman's call with a long sigh.

“It’s nothing important.” She replies before taking a mouthful of her salad. “Is it still okay for dinner on saturday?”

Becca nods. “Yes, I’ll drive you if you want.”

“Oh, that would be great.” She smiles, grabbing her bottle of water.

“When are you planning on getting a new car, by the way?” Rebecca asks her.

Vicky chokes with her water and coughs a little. “Hum yeah… Soon? I guess? I've got to see.”

Her friend narrows her eyes while Victoria averts hers. “You're really weird these days, Vicky.” She says with a more serious tone.

“What do you mean?”

“I don't know, you're always busy, and when you dare spend time with me, it seems like you'd rather be somewhere else.” She explains, resting her chin on her palm. And suddenly, a mischievous smile spreads on her lips. “Or someone else.”

Vicky rolls her eyes, Rebecca definitely won't let go of that. She should have known better that after a week of not mentioning it she would return to the attack. “There’s no one, Becca.”

“Sure.” She smirks, pretending to look at something further in the park. “Well, when there will be someone, I would love to hear about that someone.”

“You’ll be the first to know.” Vicky grins exaggeratedly.

Saturday comes earlier than she expected, and for the last two days, Finan stopped texting her. She can’t tell if she’s happy about it or not, she may still be angry at him, he is the only one able to answer her questions, and especially those about the three other men. So as she drives Rebecca’s car towards her parents’ house she makes a note to herself that she’ll have to text him tomorrow. But in fact she won’t have to do it because her phone rings, and she barely has the time to recognize Finan’s number until Rebecca grabs it.

“Oh my god, no Becca, don’t answer!” She says but her friend just wiggles her eyebrows and presses on the green button.

“Hello?” She smirks innocently while Victoria is mouthing her insults. She can barely hear Finan’s voice through the phone. “Oh, no Vicky is driving right now, she can’t answer. But she’ll be very glad to see you later, I’m sure.” She grins at her, Vicky giving her a threatening glare. “She’ll be at home at 10.”

She then hangs up, visibly satisfied by her move but Victoria definitely doesn’t have the same opinion. “Why the hell did you do that? It could have been anyone else!” She shouts, raising a hand toward her phone in an annoyed fashion.

Rebecca simply chuckles, looking at the road again. “I recognized the number, you’ve been ignoring all his calls.”

“Indeed, and maybe there’s a reason for that!” She grumbles, trying to remain focused on her driving.

“What’s that reason?” She asks curiously, something she maybe should have asked before.

Vicky rolls her eyes. “It’s complicated.”

“So, it’s the guy you’ve been seeing for the past weeks?” She tilts her head.

“Christ, you’re really obsessed Becca.” She sighs, glancing at her quickly only to see her mischievous smile.

When they finally arrive at her parents’ house Vicky is happy to notice her brother’s car while Rebecca’s face falls. The blond grins widely, she’ll have her revenge tonight after all. Since childhood, Rebecca has always had a thing for her older brother, Charles, and since she knew it, Victoria loves to tease her with that. As they walk to the front door, her best friend harasses her with questions about whether or not she knew Charles was here, and she just shrugs. And of course, it has to be him that opens the door and Rebecca can’t look more uncomfortable than when he leans to kiss her cheek after hugging Vicky.

Charles is two years older than Victoria, and like she likes to call him, the intelligent one, while she is the weird one. For two years he’s been studying in Edinburgh and coming back home only occasionally, and usually without a warning. Obviously, with both Rebecca and Charles at home for dinner Vicky is far from being the center of the discussion, which doesn’t displease her as it gives her the opportunity to slip away to the kitchen when she receives a text from Finan. She can’t help but smile at his message saying that he suspects her not being consensual about their meeting later and that if she wants, they can cancel. Vicky hesitates a moment before answering. Maybe she can still be upset at him and see him to have answers. She’s yearning to know what made him lie to her, and who those men are and if maybe she could meet them too. So she texts back that they still should meet tonight anyway.

“Holy shit, the parents won’t stop with their questions.” Charles complains as he enters the kitchen with a pile of plates.

Victoria slides her phone in her pocket and grins at him while opening the dishwasher. “That’s the problem when you’re the intelligent one.”

He laughs, his golden locks shaking. He puts the plates in the machine and leans against the counter once it’s closed. “Rebecca hasn’t changed a bit.” He says softly, with a shy smile.

Victoria raises an eyebrow at her brother, wondering what he truly meant by this comment but her mother shouts at them to bring the dessert before she can ask. During the whole rest of the dinner she keeps staring between her brother and best friend, trying to catch something that would betray him, but Charles is clearly better than Becca at hiding feelings. This new distraction makes her forget all about the past strange days she has been through, and she feels like a teenage girl desperate to learn every gossip around. But when dinner ends it makes her awkwardly sad, Finan’s warning about the fact that one day she’ll have to leave everything behind coming back to her mind. So, as if she’s just learned the date of her death, which ironically could never happen in fact, she decides to enjoy every moment with her family and close friends to have no regrets.

That’s how she ends up talking of their future summer holidays with Rebecca in the car while she drives back to London. She checks destinations on her phone, both of them debating on which is better between Greece and Sicilia. Time goes quicker and soon enough Rebecca stops in front of her building with a teasing grin.

“Have a good night.” She winks.

“Fuck off.” She replies after pulling her tongue out and leaving the car.

She looks around until she finds Finan leaning against a wall, as usual, his hood covering his face. She steps toward him and he straightens, an apologetic smile shadowing on his lips. Before he could say a word, Vicky speaks.

“I’m still mad at you.” She declares crossing her arms over her chest.

“It has the merit of bein’ clear.” He tilts his head, his mouth forming a straight line.

She ignores his remark and continues. “But I still have many questions. The first being why you lied to me?”

Even in the darkness of the night, just a few lampposts lighting the area, she can see how his eyes suddenly seem lost in what she supposes are memories of long gone days. “It’s a complicated story.”

“As if there’s anything simple with you?” She wryly asks and he chuckles while nodding.

“Right.” He sinks his hands in his pockets and briefly looks up, his gaze hovering over the window of her flat. “Maybe I could explain ya inside?”

“Yeah, I’m freezing.” She admits before walking to her building’s door, Finan following her.

They climb the stairs quickly, glad to feel the warmth of the inside. She searches her keys in her pocket when they reach her floor but when she stretches her arm out to open the door and push the key into the lock something is wrong.

Noticing her hesitance, Finan steps behind her, leaning slightly above her shoulder. “What’s wrong?”

“The door is open.” She says and then shakes her head. “I must have forgotten to lock it correctly.”

She ignores Finan’s furrowed eyebrows as he looks at her and pushes the door open. She steps in her flat, and she has an unpleasant feeling of a stanger’s presence growing in her chest. She first thinks she’s being paranoid, but when she reaches her kitchen and finds herself face to face with a man pointing a gun at her she realizes she wasn’t.

A/N: Don’t kill me for this end :(((

Tag : @for-bebbanburg @naps4bats @osferth @maggiescarborough @finansarms @dumbledoreisnotmyhubby

#The Last Kingdom #finan the agile #finan #tlk fanfiction #Finan x OC #finan the last kingdom #the old guard #somebody to die for

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anarchyduck · 3 years

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In Another World

Day Three: Soul World

I’m two days behind now, sobs

AO3

----------------------- “Mr. Stark?”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“I don’t want to go. Please, please-”

“I’m sorry.”

Peter Parker wakes to the sound of his alarm going off.

Blindly, he reaches out from beneath the blankets, groping around on the side table until he finds his phone and shuts it off. His hand retreats and he groans, turning his face to bury it into his pillow. Maybe if he’s lucky, he can sneak in just a few more minutes of sleep…

“Peter!” May calls and knocks on his bedroom door. “Get up or you won’t have time for breakfast.”

So much for more sleep.

Peter groans as he drags himself out of bed. Everything feels weird, like he’s slept too long and forgot what day it is. He rubs the sleep from his eyes as he stumbles around to find clothes, dragging a t-shirt off the floor to wear. The wrinkles will drive May nuts so he grabs a hoodie to wear over it.

He wanders through his morning routine with still that nagging feeling that something isn’t quite right. Something is missing or he forgot something. A test? Blind panic hits him hard as he scrambles to remember. No. No test. Peter relaxes and manages to finish brushing his teeth before another crisis hits.

“Coffee is ready.” May announces from the kitchen. Peter can smell toast (slightly burnt, the strawberry jam jar is open) and rich hazelnut coffee, the scent filling the apartment.

It takes him a second to remember. May doesn’t drink hazelnut coffee.

“Hon, have you seen my-oh never mind.”

That voice. Peter knows that voice. It’s unmistakable. He could be suffering from amnesia and still recognize that voice.

Heart pounding, he turns the corner from the hallway to the kitchen and-

“Uncle Ben?”

Ben Parker looks up and flashes one of his half grins at Peter. “Morning. See you haven’t combed your hair again.” He pockets his car keys and ventures into the kitchen for coffee.

Peter trails after, stunned but unable to explain why. Of course it’s Ben. Why wouldn’t Ben be here?

“Oh, Peter…” May appears in front of him, tsking under her breath as she attempts to tame his wild bedhead. “Did you at least brush your teeth? Honestly, you and Ben are absolutely hope- Peter? Honey, what’s wrong?”

Peter’s eyes burn, his chest tight with some unexplained emotion. “H-Huh?” he blinks, focusing on May as she looks at him with concern.

“Are you hurt? Headache?” May lays her palm on his forehead and cups his cheeks. “You didn’t get hurt last night did you?”

Peter’s brows draw together. “L-Last night?”

“While on patrol?” May steps back to give him a proper look over. Searching for hidden wounds or bruises he failed to disclose.

Patrol. Patrol. Oh. Patrol. Spider-Man.

But wait, then that means-

“Maybe I ought to take you to the gym sometime.” Ben says as he pours coffee into his thermos. “Teach you some old boxing techniques and how to fight properly.” He stirs in some sugar and creamer. “Stark’s fancy gizmos can’t save you from dodging a real punch, you know.”

Well there’s a lot to unpack there. Peter can’t keep from staring at his uncle. His mind scrambles to keep up, to put the pieces back into place. It all seems right and yet, he feels something is off. It’s right but it isn’t.

“Peter?” May is still standing in front of him, worrying. She brushes curls from his face. “Maybe you should stay home today, just in case.”

“No, no I’m fine May. Really.” Peter reassures, even managing a small smile. “Think I slept weird or had crazy dreams, that’s all.”

“The boy is fine, May.” Ben says then looks at Peter, “Grab some grub for the road, kiddo. I’ll drop you off.”

Peter falls into routine, grabbing a piece of toast and protein bar (one Tony made up for him, he recognizes the packaging). “Bye May!” he calls out as he follows his uncle out of the apartment.

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He can’t shake the weirdness. It clings to him like a second coat. He also can’t stop stealing glances at his uncle. There’s a little voice in his head that says it isn’t right, that Ben shouldn’t be here. Yet here he is in the flesh. Driving him to school.

“So you didn’t sneak out last night?” Ben asks, breaking through Peter’s thoughts. They stop at a red light, sun shining through a break in the clouds.

Peter shakes his head. “No. Promise.” he says.

Ben hums and nods. His hair looks a little grayer than Peter expects. Which is weird because what else did he expect? For Ben’s hair to not be grayer? Grayer compared to what? “You’re going to the Tower today, right? After school?”

Peter nods. “Yeah. Mr. Stark wants my help making some gear for Natasha.”

“Black Widow, huh?” Ben lightly whistles. “Boy, if I were only twenty years younger.”

“Ben!” Peter laughs.

“I’m just saying! She seems like a mighty fine woman.”

“She can be super scary sometimes. Moves even quieter than I do.” A memory flashes in Peter’s mind, of being in the tower with the other Avengers. Training with Nat, hanging out in the kitchen while Steve cooked, sitting down to the table to enjoy a meal together. They play like scenes from a movie reel and he feels strangely detached from it.

His chest tightens with strange emotion again. He closes his eyes as they begin to burn. His other senses take over. The smell of Ben’s aftershave and cologne. The way the brakes squeak when they stop at another red light. They’re in Ben’s car and he wonders how it could be possible. They got rid of Ben’s car after… after…

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“Dude I can’t believe you get to work on Avenger gear!” Ned whispers loudly.

"It's only cool the first time." Peter says. He shoves books into his locker, ignoring the crumpled up papers at the bottom that continue being squished and crinkled. "The novelty wears off after the fiftieth Widow Bite."

"Whatever man, it's still awesome."

Peter stands at his open locker for a moment, staring at it's interior as he tries to think of what textbook he needs for his next class. What is his next class…

"Oh, did you ask your aunt and uncle if you can come over this weekend?" Ned asks.

Aunt and uncle. Aunt and uncle. Why is that phrasing so weird?

"Pete? Did you hear me?"

Why can't he shake that feeling that something isn't right?

"What's up losers?" Michelle's voice snaps him out of his thoughts and Peter quickly shuts his locker before she can see the mess. "Decathlon's been canceled for the day. Harrington is out sick."

"Oh." Is all Peter can say to that. Come to think of it, several teachers are out today. How weird. "Maybe it's the flu."

Michelle shrugs her shoulders. "Yeah maybe." She says. A group of upperclassmen pass by the trio, giggling and talking loudly enough to draw Peter's attention. Michelle narrows her eyes slightly and she asks, "Have you guys noticed anything weird?"

Ned shakes his head. "No. Like what?"

"Don't know yet." Michelle replies cryptically. "Something just feels off today."

The back of Peter's neck itches and tingles, and he reaches back to rub the spot. If MJ notices something then maybe there is more going on. "Maybe you slept wrong?" He suggests lamely.

Michelle gives him a look then scoffs. "Yeah, slept wrong. Sure."

The warning bell rings in the half empty hallway.

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Peter walks out of Avengers Tower to find his uncle's beige Toyota Corolla waiting for him. It surprises him to see it then he wonders why it should. Ben always picks him up after lab time at the Tower.

"Hey Petey!" Ben greets as Peter slides into the passenger seat. "Have a good time?"

"Yeah," Peter replies as he puts on his seatbelt. "We got a lot of work done." Now if only he could remember exactly what that work was. He remembers Ned and MJ at school, being picked up by Happy and then working with Mr. Stark. What did they work on? He can't remember. The entire event is a blur.

"You aunt is suggesting Thai for dinner tonight." Ben says as they get on the road.

"Sounds good." Peter replies, not really listening. Why can't he remember lab time? He can see Tony's face, plain as day, so why can't he remember what they did? Is he getting sick? Come to think of it, he can’t remember Happy picking him up from school. An old memory plays instead, something he knows already happened in the past but definitely didn’t happen today. It feels more like he’s watching an event play out rather than being part of it.

"Uncle Ben? Do you ever feel like you're missing something?" Peter asks finally.

"Like what?"

"Like," Peter sighs as he struggles to explain without sounding crazy. "Like you know something is off? Like something isn't… right?"

Ben hums and doesn't respond. The car rolls to a stop at a red light, silence stretching to the point of being unbearable. When Peter finally looks at his uncle, he finds the old man staring at him with an unreadable expression.

"You're very smart, Peter." He says. "You've always been smart, you know? Even when you were little."

The tightness in Peter's chest worsens. The back of his neck tingles. "Uncle Ben?" He asks with uncertainty. Something isn’t right.

"We had hoped you wouldn't notice." Ben continues.

Peter frowns

“What-”

Peter blinks and, when his eyes open, he's no longer in the car.

He's back at the apartment, sitting on the couch. Star Wars: A New Hope plays on the TV and a bowl of warm popcorn sits on the coffee table before him. The light above the stove is on in the kitchen and he can see the pale blue light from the nightlight in the hallway. The apartment is quiet. He can’t sense May.

"This was your dad's favorite too." Ben says beside him. “We saw it in the theaters when it came out.”

Peter takes a shuddering breath and swallows past the lump in his throat. "Am I dead?"

"Yes and no." Ben pops some popcorn into his mouth.

"But you…" Peter's voice catches in his throat, tears burning his eyes. "You're…"

"Dead." Ben nods solemnly. “Yes.”

It hits him harder than it should. A flashback to a dark night, a mugging gone wrong, and Ben laying on the concrete covered in blood. Peter pleaded with him, begged him to stay, to hold on, that help was coming. But Ben died anyway. Peter went home with blood on his hands.

“I’m so sorry, Ben.” Peter says with a strangled sob. “I-I didn’t want you to die. I didn’t know… I didn’t mean…”

“Shh,” Ben shushes and Peter feels himself pulled forward, his face buried against soft cotton that smells like wood and leather. A scent that brought comfort when Peter was scared, that taught him how to hold his fist, who gave him wisdom even when he didn’t understand the meaning of it.

Ben’s voice rumbles deep in his chest as he continues holding the sobbing boy. “I’m so proud of you, Peter. Always have been. Just look at all the good you’ve done with your life. And I know, your parents are proud of you too.”

Peter sobs freely against Ben’s chest, clinging to him tightly. If it hurts, Ben doesn’t say anything. He continues holding him, rocking with him gently like he used to when Peter was small. He cries until he can’t and, even after the tears dry up, he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t notice the movie is no longer playing or the bright orange that takes the apartment’s place.

Ben sighs then. “We don’t have much longer.” he says.

Peter lifts his head, eyes red and tears marking his face. “What do you mean?” he asks. A childish fear takes him and he holds Ben’s shirt. “I don’t want you to go. Please, Ben, stay. Stay with me and May.”

Ben’s hand lands on his shoulder, squeezes it as he meets Peter’s gaze. Despite the tears in his eyes, Ben smiles. “We’ll be together again. I love you, Peter.”

Peter sniffles and he puts his hand over Ben’s. “Love you too, Uncle Ben.” He manages a tearful smile. “I’ll make you proud. I promise.”

Ben’s smile widens as the yellow-orange light brightens around them, surrounding them in it’s glow. Peter keeps his eyes open as long as he can until it becomes too bright, until the brightness forces him to close his eyes.

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Peter Parker wakes to the orange skies of Titan.

#webpril 2021 day 3 #peter parker #ben parker #may parker #aunt may #ned leeds #michelle jones #mj #spiderman #mcu #duckie's writing

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branwyn-says · 4 years

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i just want to tell you that while i haven't read new sherlock fic in literal years and have no interest going back to that fandom or browsing the ao3 tag ever again, compatible damage is so important to me that i reread it regularly and if i ever got an e-mail notification saying you updated it, i'd drop everything immediately and check it out. this isn't meant to be a shitty please update ask though, i just want to say that i have a lot of feelings about that au and i appreciate your writing!!

You’re wonderful. I feel the same way about Sherlock fandom but sometimes I wish I could get back into that headspace just so I could finish The Silences, Here is how that story was going to go, if anyone cares: --The premise of the story was that it would mash up the basic plot of the Arthur Conan Doyle story The Abbey Grange (Holmes decides to let a naval officer off the hook for killing his friend’s abusive husband) and the Holmes backstory from The Adventure of the Gloria Scott (Holmes’ bff at college was a guy named Victor Trevor whose dog bit him on the ankle). --The same early 20th Sherlock Holmes pro fic (the Baring Gould book) that gave us William Sherlock Scott Holmes as his full name speculates that Mrs Hudson came into Holmes’s life via the Australian criminal named Hudson who blackmailed Victor Trevor’s father. --In my fic, “The Silences”, Victor Trevor and Mrs. Hudson have a close bond, because she was around his family when Victor was a kid and when her husband died it was good for both of them. He was abusive and Victor saw the ugliness and pain of all of that first hand.

--Years later, after going into Ambiguous Spy Work following a naval career, Victor finds out that an old friend, Mary Foster, is now trying to escape an abusive marriage. He tries to help Mary get out, but when her husband finds out, Victor kills him, and the case is unsolvable by the police because Victor is MI6 and just that good. --...Yeah I am just now realizing that the plot of this story is basically John Reese’s back story from Person of Interest which explains a whole lot now I think about it. --Anyway, in the period between “I have to get Mary to safety” and “oops never mind, the abusive jackass is dead”, Victor writes to Mrs Hudson: “Do you happen to know if Sherlock is still alive because I would like to discuss A Situation with him.” Mrs Hudson gives Sherlock that letter, prompting Sherlock to reach out to Victor. --Victor has already committed the murder he wanted Sherlock’s help to avoid having to commit, so...he acts real cagey. But he’s a spy so, that tracks, and Sherlock is not that suspicious at first. --But Lestrade has been tasked to solve the murder of Sir Eustace Brackenstall because blah blah important dude unsolvable case, so he attempts to get Sherlock and Joanna in on it. Joanna is down. Sherlock is, “No, my one purpose in life is to tend to Joanna’s medical needs until she is fully recovered.” Joanna: Getting you out of the flat is a medical need that I have. On account of, you are suffocating me. Sherlock: That’s just the opiates I drugged you with talking. --This story was always meant to be the culmination of the <a href=“https://archiveofourown.org/series/13134”>Compatible Damage series</a> theme of “Joanna Watson has expert knowledge of how trauma and domestic violence cause people to behave in irrational ways that baffle Sherlock’s deductive logic” --Because Joanna is recovering from the serious injuries sustained in <a href=“https://archiveofourown.org/works/294574”>Let Sense Be Dumb</a>, she spends a lot of time chatting with Mrs. Hudson while Sherlock is investigating for Lestrade and getting reacquainted with Victor. Mrs. Hudson talks a little about her awful marriage (this was all plotted out long before there was any Mrs. Hudson back story in BBC canon) and thus, Joanna is very In That Headspace where she’s having trouble with the concept that healthy relationships can exist, especially heterosexual ones. (I am not sure if I ever made it clear but Sherlock and Joanna are both biromantic and slightly ace spectrum in my stories.) --Things are very tentative between Sherlock and Joanna. They’re both aware that they want intimacy with each other, of some kind, that they love each other, to the extent they understand what that means, but how the hell do they proceed? Joanna’s in bad shape, Sherlock is constantly anxious and overprotective and slightly smothering in his nursing duties, and is also terrible at nursing. Joanna is just tired of Other People and sometimes, Sherlock Specifically. --Mrs Hudson offers to cook a big dinner so they can have a small party and invite Victor and his new fiancee Mary over! This will end well. Actually, it goes great, and Victor is over the moon to meet Joanna and they bond over Sherlock’s baby pictures so to speak, and then Sherlock takes Victor aside for...idk, something, and Joanna and Mrs. Hudson and Mary all have an after dinner tipple and a chat... --...and by the time Victor and Mary are getting into a cab, Joanna knows for A Damn Fact that Mary’s previous relationship was abusive, and that Victor was trying way too hard to charm everyone. She doesn’t say anything to Sherlock because...it’s a friend! A Sherlock friend! She isn’t going to fuck that up! Please get Sherlock out of the flat, Victor, Joanna needs some space! But boy that was some suspicious body language and protective behavior she saw. --Lestrade is coming over a bunch, because he and Joanna are bros, and Sherlock is Unavailable For Detective Work Because Joanna is Hurt, so Lestrade gets Joanna to help him think shit over. So that’s how Joanna finds out that Mary Foster was Lady Brackenstall, until recently.

--From the outside, there is no evidence of abuse in the Brackenstall’s marriage. Lestrade isn’t even looking at the wife as a suspect or a motive. The “gang of thieves in the area” thing from ACD canon is still his best lead. --In the ACD story, Holmes stages a mock trial where he exonerates the naval officer, acting as judge, with Watson as the jury. He’s cleared and sent on his way to marry Mary and start a new life. Watson is not thrilled that Holmes is “taking the law into his own hands”, but as Holmes says, furiously, “I am not retained by the police to supply their deficiencies.” --In this story, that decision is going to fall on Joanna. She is the only one who has figured out, or can figure out, that a) the murdered dude was beating his wife and that b) his wife had a close friend who was dangerous as hell and would do anything to keep her safe. Unless she makes that link for Lestrade, the case will just go unsolved. --And the thing is, she doesn’t even feel completely certain that Victor did the killing. The timing of the murder is off, for one. He would have had to show up at the Abbey Grange house and shoot Sir Eustace more less within an hour of getting back to England. It’s a really narrow time window, and it only creates a bare sliver of possibility, and she really wants to ignore it. --Except, then she and Sherlock have a moment. Joanna tells him that Mary’s husband was abusive, without drawing the connection to Lestrade’s murder investigation. Sherlock doesn’t put the pieces together until the next time he’s with Victor and Mary together. He thinks about what Joanna told him, and he sees how tender and protective Victor is toward Mary. It gives Sherlock a nasty turn, because 1) That is how he looks at Joanna, so does that mean that he and Joanna are supposed to be a couple like Victor and Mary are? and 2) He knows how he feels about the various people who have hurt Joanna, which is to say he wants very much to Kill Them All, and if Joanna got married to another person, and that person trapped her in the house and hurt her on a regular basis, then Sherlock would... well Sherlock would do what Victor undoubtedly did, and kill the fucker. --The resolution, as far as I had it planned out, was that Joanna confronts Mary (instead of Holmes confronting Captain Croker, as in the ACD story), Mary admits it, Joanna feels satisfied that the actual killing really was unavoidable self defense. She feels bad keeping it from Lestrade, but Mary and Victor are planning to leave the country and not return. So Joanna lets them go. --And then she tells Sherlock what happened, and what she did, and is prepared for it to be a Thing, except then Sherlock admits he made the same deduction at practically the same moment, and explains how he came to the conclusion, and they agree that after Victor gives them an all clear, they’ll give Lestrade enough information to close the case.

--And then Sherlock and Joanna awkwardly face down their big big emotions and it’s painful and weird but they smooch, and are a couple, and that is the end of the series.

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Kiribaku Month - Day 8: Magic

Wordcount: 1418 words (and I said it would be short… oops? I really can’t do short ig)

Here’s my contribution for @kiribakumonth2019 day 8, with the elusive Bakugou POV.

It’s harder for me to write from his POV, in this AU.

Anyway, enjoy Denki’s thrilling first steps as a magician!

Day 8: Magic

“None of you understand art!” Sparky whined as Kacchan stepped into the camp, shitty Deku on his heels.

“Denki, we love you but you have to admit that this isn't… good,” Black Eyes said in a disgusting display of affection androids weren’t supposed to fucking feel.

Sparky gasped, indignant.

“How dare you? I’m bringing you tasteful entertainment, and you ungrateful lot can’t even appreciate it!”

“Denki, it’s okay. You’ve just started. If you keep practicing, I’m sure you’ll be good in no time!” Shitty Hair said.

“Eijirou! Don’t encourage him!” Tape Face complained. “You’re not the one who’s had to deal with this non-stop for the past week!”

“And I’m getting better!” Sparky protested.

“No you’re not,” Tape Face immediately retorted. “I’m sorry to break it to you, but you’re just as bad as when you started and I’m sick of it!”

“You traitor…” Sparky hissed.

Tired of being ignored, Kacchan kicked a metallic box to get the idiots’ attention.

“I don’t give a shit what the hell this is all about, but I’m here for the fucking supplies,” he said.

“Oh, Kacchan! You’re back!” Shitty Hair smiled.

“What the hell makes you think you can fucking call me that, Shitty Hair?!” Kacchan barked.

Shitty Hair’s face fell, making him look annoyingly like shitty Deku.

“Sorry, Blasty,” he muttered.

“Don’t call me that either, dammit! Why can’t none of you dimwits remember my damn name? Is B20 too fucking long for your moldy memory chips?!”

Shitty Hair winced, but as always, it didn’t look like it was out of fear. He just seemed crushed by an invisible boulder of despair, and Kacchan hated it. Black Eyes looked pissed, and Sparky…

“Blasty! You’re back! And Deku too, my dude, I’m so happy to see you two!” …Sparky completely ignored his outburst. “You know you guys are my best friends, right? So how about I show you a little trick, as a token of friendship?”

“No, don’t let him!” Black Eyes warned.

“Fuck off, Sparky,” Kacchan growled.

“Of course, Denki! What do you want to show us?” Deku said, oblivious and annoying as fuck with his shitty friendliness.

Black Eyes and Tape Face facepalmed with various groans of despair, and Shitty Hair gave them a sympathetic look.

“Awesome! I knew I could count on my best pal to support me!” Sparky cheered. Then, his voice dropped down, probably trying to sound mysterious or some shit, and he continued, “So, my good YuUEi buddy, let me show you… magic!”

Shitty Deku’s shitty star struck smile made Kacchan want to puke.

“What the fuck…” he muttered.

“Oh, I see you’re interested too, Blasty! Don’t worry, you’ll have your turn!” Sparky winked.

“Touch me and you’re fucking dead.”

“I won’t stop him this time,” Tape Face chimed in.

“Me neither,” Black Eyes said.

Sparky feigned to ignore them, focusing entirely on Deku instead.

“So, Deku, magic! Oh wait… what’s that behind your ear?”

Sparky reached for Deku’s green mop and showed him a stupid bolt.

“That was in your sleeve,” Kacchan said.

“Mmmmagic,” Sparky whispered, wiggling his fingers.

“Oh. That was… really good, Denki,” Deku had the nerve to say, like a fucking liar (and a shitty one, at that).

“Right? And this is just the beginning!” Sparky beamed.

Kacchan was losing patience. He didn’t even know how he’d lasted this long. He was a fucking saint. He deserved a medal for this shit.

“Sparky, if you try something else I will fucking end you,” he threatened.

The other extras nodded. It was the last straw for Sparky.

“That’s it! I’m leaving! None of you understand me! You’re dead to me, all of you!” he yelled. “Except you, Deku, you’re a great android and my new best friend.”

The fucking nerd looked like he was about to die of happiness. Fucking embarrassment…

“If you can’t appreciate me, I’m going to Tetsu’s village. Maybe machines will show more taste than you guys.”

“I hope they fucking kill you,” Kacchan said.

Sparky gasped.

“Tetsutetsu would never!”

Kacchan wondered what the fuck the dumbass meant, before he reminded himself that he didn’t give a shit.

“Mina, you’re coming,” Sparky ordered as he walked away.

“What makes you think I want to come with you?”

“Because you never miss a chance to go to Tetsu’s village?”

“True, you got me here. But if you try another trick on me, I’m feeding you to feral machines!”

Sparky let out a dramatic sigh, but he reluctantly agreed and the two walked out of the camp as Shitty Hair asked them to say hello to this Tetsu guy for him.

“Thanks, Blasty,” he said once they were gone. “Denki found a book on magic recently, and he’s been insufferable ever since.”

“I don’t give a fuck. Do you have the stuff?” Kacchan grumbled.

“Sure! Hanta will bring it right away and you can load it on the ship,” Shitty Hair smiled in a useless display of happiness he clearly didn’t fucking feel. Not that Kacchan cared.

“By the way, Denki mentioned machines earlier. It sounded like he was talking about friends. What was it about?” Deku intervened, making himself useful for once. It had been bugging Kacchan too.

Shitty Hair looked perplexed for a second, and then fucking sad again. What the fuck? He always looked like that whenever Deku or he did anything. What was his damn problem? Deku he could understand, but Shitty Hair was worse when Kacchan was involved. If he didn’t like working with them, he should fucking say so!

“Oh, I guess it hasn’t come up yet, huh…” he said, somber and pensive. “Well, you see… Some machines are… different from the others.”

“All machines are the same, and they should all be fucking dead,” Kacchan grumbled.

Again with the wince and the sad look. Fuck.

“Originally, they were all connected to a network,” he continued, choosing to ignore the comment. “But at some point, some were disconnected and decided to live peacefully. We trade with them, sometimes.”

Emotions were prohibited, but Kacchan still saw red when he heard this.

“Oh, that’s fascinating!” Deku said.

“What the fuck, Shitty Hair?! You’re telling me that you’ve become all buddy-buddy with fucking machines?! It sounded like a lot more than just some trade too, the way Sparky said it!” he exploded.

Shitty Hair didn’t even have the decency to look sorry.

“Here we go again,” he sighed, looking a bit pissed and so, so tired. “Look, they’re really nice and harmless. They don’t even have weapons! We’ve been trading with them for years and they’re a huge help. So yeah, we’re friends, and Tetsutetsu is a manly guy who’s earned my respect, machine or not. A lot of YuUEi’s resources come from them, too. You got a problem with that?” he snarled, revealing his sharp teeth that suddenly looked a lot more threatening than usual.

Kacchan had to stop himself from gaping. It was the first time Shitty Hair had shown signs of anger, and fuck if it wasn’t impressive. His lips were pressed in a tight, unamused line, and his big red eyes were almost shiny with the intensity of his glare, daring the YuUEi units to say anything.

Kacchan grinned.

“So you have a spine after all, Shitty Hair! You know what? Fine. That’s none of my fucking business.”

Eijirou’s traits softened a little, but his expression was still guarded.

“Good. You might have to work with them at some point.”

Eijirou’s eyes hardened again as Kacchan retorted:

“I’m not fraying with-”

“Of course, Eijirou!” Deku squeaked enthusiastically. “We’d love to meet them! It’s a good opportunity to learn more about machines, after all,” he added, the last part clearly addressed to Kacchan.

He sighed.

“Yeah, fucking fine.”

This time, Eijirou softened for good, and his smile looked genuine when he thanked them for their help.

“You’ll see, they’re good guys! Tetsutetsu’s a real bro.”

“Yeah, he’s like Eijirou but as a machine,” Tape Face commented as he put down the last crate.

“Hanta! We’ve been over this! We’re totally different!” Shitty Hair protested.

“Sure, sure…” Tape Face said.

Then, his teasing smile faded and his eyes widened in fear as he whispered:

“Oh no… I hope Denki won’t start teaching them magic tricks!”

“Shit, bro, what have we done?”

“Maybe Mina will save us… We have to believe in her!”

Kacchan rolled his eyes and started grabbing the stuff, motioning Deku to move his ass and do the same. He was surrounded by idiots.

#kiribaku #kiribakumonth #Kiribaku Month 2019 #kirishima eijirou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya izuku #kaminari denki #sero hanta #nier automata #nier automata au #conci writes stuff #bakushima #bakusquad #ashido Mina

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wafflelate · 6 years

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how about Sai and Naruto hanging out together after the orange boy gets back from his trip. Shikako isn't there, it's just them. They can maybe talk about shikako for a bit, but I think it'd be cool to see how they interact when they have been so changed by her even if they arent talking/thinking about her? An exploration of who they grew to be and are growing into? thx boo

ABSOLUTELY. Thank u for this wonderful prompt, friend.

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These days, Naruto is a little more worldly. These days, he knows that Ichiraku has the best ramen in the Land of Fire not just out of a deep, personal conviction but because he’s been to all of the other ramen places and found them disappointing. Sure, there’d been some contenders on his travels with Jiraiya, some decent noodles, passable broth…. but nothing beat the hometown stuff.

Naruto even wrote it all down, which according to Shikako-chan made it science.

Shikako will be impressed, he’s sure, as soon as she gets a minute free to talk to him — she’s busy doing something but no one will tell Naruto exactly what which means either they really don’t know or Baa-chan has Shikako doing something important. Sasuke is also suspiciously completely absent, so that means it’s probably a Secret Thing, but on the other hand it could be that Shikako is deep in the Nara clan archives and Sasuke is being a bastard. Naruto still isn’t a very good at tracking and hasn’t learning any escape or evasion beyond what Shikako got out of their sensei before the chuunin exam.

(”Why worry about that?” Jiraiya had asked when Naruto had brought it up. “You’ll be able to just flatten the whole area. And you’ll have teammates. Teammates are great.”)

Yeah, knowing Sasuke he could be hanging around just outside of Naruto’s perception. That seems like the kind of thing that he would have been taught by Kakashi since Naruto last saw him. Naruto will have to drop by their team’s training ground when he’s done here and see if that lures anyone out.

Also, it will just be nice to see the place. Naruto feels like he needs to slap eyes on every square inch of the village to see what’s changed. And then start tracking down everyone he knows, to see how they’ve changed. To see if he still knows them.

He knows that Sasuke and Shikako will have all kinds of new things. Lots of it sneaky, probably. Naruto learned a lot too, and he’s on good terms with Kurama, and he’s not afraid that he’s fallen behind, no…. but his teammates have had years of extra time training with Kakashi-sensei and all their friends in the village and going on missions. Naruto made a lot of friends, but none of them were good for sparring, or learning to sneak, or getting smarter.

But Naruto isn’t feeling bad for himself!

He’s having a good time. Ayame even kept him company while he waited for his ramen, because the counter was a little slow. And Shikako and Sasuke will turn up eventually, and they’ll teach him anything he really needs to know.

“Naruto-taichou,” says someone behind him as Naruto puts his third bowl of ramen down.

Naruto spins around on his stool.

“Sai!” If there was ever a time for Naruto to leap to his feet, it would be now, so he does. He also tugs Sai into a hug, no time for second-guesses there. Sai had always looked like he was in desperate need of hugs on the missions Naruto had had with him, and he still looks like that.

Sai doesn’t really hug back, but the hug was definitely a good idea: Naruto is pretty sure he feels Sai relax into it and everything.

When it’s over, Naruto steps back enough to give Sai a really thorough once-over. He’s still got that crop top thing going on, and his sword, and everything else he’d need to be mission ready right away, assuming he’s got supplies in a storage seal. But he’s definitely not fresh from a mission (unless it was a really easy one) and he’s definitely not in a hurry. Also, he’s still a chuunin, which Naruto is very pleased about. He’d been kinda worried he’d come back and all of his friends would be jounin.

Of course, Sai’s got that spook stuff going on, probably, like Shikako and Sasuke had worked out, but whatever.

“I have come to ask you about the progression of your training,” Sai says, “and any notable events from your travels.”

That’s a weird way to ask how Naruto’s trip has been, but Naruto doesn’t mind. Sai is just kind of a weird guy all around, but Naruto knows all about not quite knowing what the right, normal way to say things is.

“Oh, heck yes, I’ll tell you all about it,” Naruto says. “But only if you sit down with me and stop calling me taichou, okay?”

Sai sits down, but there’s a bit of a frown on him now. A wrinkle to his brow.

“Sai, don’t tell me you didn’t want to sit down at Ichiraku with me,” Naruto says. “You can’t not like Ichiraku. I’ll even pay. They have buns with mushroom or pork if you don’t want noodles!”

“You do not have to pay,” Sai says.

“I insist,” Naruto counters.

“…Okay,” Sai concedes. “But it is not the venue of our conversation that caused my expression.”

He looks over at Naruto, and blinks in that I’m-thinking-about-something way that Shikako does sometimes. She and Sai kind of look alike, but maybe that’s just because neither of them have pulled out super dramatic looks?

Naruto waits, because waiting for Shikako to finish thinking is always rewarding and it probably will be with Sai, too.

“In these situations…. Shikako has suggested that I simply ask how people would prefer to be addressed,” Sai says slowly. “Would you prefer Naruto-san?”

“Aw, dude, yeah, she’s really good at explaining that stuff, huh?” Naruto reaches out and gives Sai a few sympathetic pats. Real quick ones, so Sai doesn’t think it’s pity or anything. No it’s, what’s the word, commiserating. “Don’t worry about it too bad, I used to have to get corrected by her tons, and these days I’m mostly only rude when it’s on purpose! You can just call me Naruto.”

“Alright,” Sai says.

They have to turn back to the counter for a moment to order, and Sai does actually ask for some ramen from Teuchi-ji. He gets the same thing Naruto asks for, and Naruto isn’t sure if Sai just has really good taste or if maybe he’s never been here before.

Sai turns towards Naruto when they’re done ordering.

“Is it that you desire to minimize our professional relationship and therefore the degree to which others might think you influence or control my actions and conduct, but don’t want to seem to outwardly disapprove of me, possibly because of my continued acquaintance with Shikako, leading to you selecting an informal term of address?”

Naruto had been watching Teuchi-ji prepare their stuff, but he whips around to look at Sai now. “What?” he demands. Then, when his brain catches up with that train-wreck of a sentence, “No!” because definitely not.

“I apologize for upsetting you,” Sai says, but he says it weird. Not exactly like resignation, but maybe like he doesn’t expect apologies to do much?

But it’s not like Naruto is actually mad. Not at Sai, anyway. Definitely at the jerks that made him think this way.

Naruto looks at him seriously. “That’s not what’s happening at all. We’re friends, okay, I’m not your captain or anything, not really. Baa-chan only put me in charge because she wanted me to get all that experience before I went to train with Jiraiya, y’know? You’re not my subordinate in every day life, jeez.”

“I see.” There’s a pause. “So it’s a sign of our emotional intimacy.”

“Uh, it sounds super weird when you say it like that, but yeah, I guess?”

“Am I really the weird one here?” Sai asks.

It’s rhetorical, because he ignores Naruto’s very emphatic answer of, “Yes, you are, you weirdo.”

Sai goes on, “We only met a few times, and then you left the village for several years. I believe the expected trajectory of relationships would frame us as acquaintances, or even strangers.”

“I mean yeah, I guess,” Naruto says. “But you came to my birthday slash going away party! That means friends. No takebacks, no taicho.”

“You do have more experience than me in this interpersonal matter, so I will concede to your knowledge of the subject.”

“Damn straight you will, I’m the best at friendship.” Naruto takes his chopsticks back up and gestures at Teuchi-ji. “Look, our ramen is coming! Just in time. Man, let me tell you, Sai, I crunched the numbers and this place is the best.”

“Is it?” Sai asks, picking his own pair of chopsticks up, snapping them neatly.

“Oh, yeah, I wrote it down and everything. Solid fact.”

“I see. So you’ve approached your analysis of ramen stands as a science, then. I would enjoy hearing all about it.”

Naruto laughs at that, long and loud and hard. People on the street look. Teuchi-ji smiles at him.

“Oh man, Sai, you’ve definitely been spending time with Shikako-chan,” Naruto says. “It’s blasphemy to talk about other ramen places in front of Teuchi-ji, though, he might think I don’t love him anymore. How about we go find someplace to spar after we eat, and I’ll tell you on the way?”

“Yes,” Sai agrees. “I’d like that.”

#naruto #sai #dreaming of sunshine #shikako #future fic #unorganized shelf #asks #naruto is unintentionally making danzou sit through sai's recounting of all the best ramen places in land of fire #shikako all #sai all #naruto all #words words words #ask prompt

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helloandwelcometomariasblog · 3 years

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Review #81: Another Miss Oh (Ep 1-5)

I'm finally watching this drama. I've been wanting to watch this drama for years, but I never got to it. I'm not sure why. But I'd seen countless clips on YouTube and I always loved some of the OSTs. I really like Eric as an actor and every time I watched the clips on YouTube they were really good. I had all the reasons to watch it - and I finally have the time and space in my mental and emotional state to start it.

It's been quite a ride so far. I really like the story and I of course love the two leads. There's nothing to not love about Haeyoung and Dokyung - except for maybe Dokyung's anger management issues. I don't think I could ever date a guy who reacts that way whenever he feels angry. Smashing glass and flinging things around the room? No.

Hyeyoung is so likeable, charming, relatable and human. She's a stellar female lead. Not perfect, not passive. She has her hurts and her flaws, but still she's fierce and warmhearted. Most of all, she's an active heroine who doesn't sit back and lets things happen to her. Did you see the way she decides to give her absolute all the next time she falls in love? She's unlike other typical female leads who are mere damsels in distress.

My heart really hurt as I saw her go through comparison after comparison with the return of the other Haeyoung. Who hasn't felt compared before? But not many people have gone through what Haeyoung had to go through all throughout her school years. And now she has to go through it yet again. I don't think I'd ever felt so sorry and angry for a female lead before. I just wanted to beat the crap out of all those men who had absolutely no common sense in them.

But you know what really hurts and disappoints? The fact that Korean society is actually like that in reality. I felt the most angry during the company dinner scene where the CEO dude (can't even remember what his position is) kept emphasizing the other Haeyoung's prettiness as though the original Haeyoung was just a spec of dust compared to her. Episode 5 in general was hard to watch because people were being such assholes. At one point you just have to ask yourself, isn't that exaggeration? Do people really do that in real life, to that extent? That explicitly?

It may be exaggerated, but it's true that that really happens in Korea. I remember back when I was working in Korea at a primary school. There was a new female teacher coming to work at the kindergarten sector, and I kid you not the news spread like wildfire just because she was "pretty". All the teachers were talking about her and saying she looked like Kim Taehee. The male teachers were already trying to set her up with one of them. I still remember the company dinner of her first day. I still remember how the male teacher introduced her and I still remember the loud cheers and reactions from (mostly) the male teachers and the extreme attention. It really does happen. But you know what the funny thing is? That kind of thing would never, ever, never in a million years, happen here in NZ. Ever. Nobody places that much importance in looks here. Who cares how a teacher looks like? Sure they might hear a compliment here and there about how they look or how they dressed that day. But never will people cheer publicly just because someone looks... pretty or handsome. Even typing that up right now made me feel absurd. But that's just how obsessed Korea is with appearances. It's really extreme.

So thinking about all this, I just felt so bad and sad and angry for Haeyoung and I got even more annoyed when the other Haeyoung started treating her with a patronizing tone, grabbing her cheeks and repeatedly calling her a cute little child. The other Haeyoung looks and acts innocently but I'm not sure if she's really that innocent. Sure, people who are pampered and put on a pedestal from a young age (because of their looks) tend to get used to being treated highly and specially. So can we really blame other Haeyoung for always being confident and always knowing that everyone will like her regardless of how she acts?

If I were original Haeyoung, I really would have wanted to quit my job. But Haeyoung doesnt, and that's how strong and resilient she is (and rather stubborn). She doesn't quit and she faces it head on. Personally I don't think I could handle being compared like that for such a long time. It would be traumatic. Honestly.

Also, both other Haeyoung and original Haeyoung's fiancé were wrong to do what they did. They both have excuses and they both probably feel that they did what they did out of love for their partners. But no. If you really loved and trusted your partner, you would tell them what you were going through. What's the point of deciding to marry someone if you're not going to share your highs and lows? Committing to someone - especially marriage - means sticking with them whatever happens. It means being there for them and solving things together. And what did those two do? They refused to do that and left without a word, which is the absolute worst. It's selfish and cowardly. If I really loved my partner and trusted them and knew they loved me and knew we could depend on each other, I would have told them anything and everything. I don't understand the two of them and I don't think I'll ever understand their reasons for having done what they did.

So yeah, there are aspects of the drama that make me really damn angry. But I love Seo Hyunjin and I love Eric and I love the main couple and I love the OST and the story is so tight and well-paced, I'll probably end up finishing the drama.

Oh, I also love Eric's job (soooo interesting) and I love Haeyoung's parents (especially scenes with the mother). Eric's siblings are a bit too much for me.

#review

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 4 years

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This was one of my favorite...

I went in and asked "where do you keep your back stock? You know when you get extra shipping?"

I flashed my CIA Badge and provided a "search warrant" "just so you know that's a licence to sue if you compromise my investigation of NYC streets and suburbs"

"Oh here let me show you" dude was too enthusiastic. I was sure i was gonna die.

But nope. Same as you seen here. Just stock room.

"But i do have a secret to show you. What's behind door number two?"

"A heart attack, thank you."

"No! An employee lounge!!"

"Cool let's get outta here"

Upstairs in the street i notified agent sart "his employeee lounge is going to have you show exactly how and where he gets in. Its behind the microwave"

We went in the back alley past the parking garage the kids were in...

To the right a downstairs attic... The factory bunker. "Let sabrina in. Show us how far it is" it wasn't even hidden a trash can stood in front same as for the employees lounge. A gray plastic barrel one.

The question remained was how many trash cans did that establishment have?

We did 3 weeks of investigation and research after the CIA did 9 months of surveillance.

Turns out it was human trafficking after all

But the store front owners didn't have a clue.

I kept going to that enthusiastic poor man and did all sort of shit to him to trick him out.

Finally he kicked me out and wouldn't let me return because he had a soulmate wife

So he was arrested and we searched and searched. There was no evidence at all he was committed into the crime life.

We gave him $15m in 1989 to further his career in enthusiasm and love.

But first I called his wife and had her meet me. I told her "your husband beat me up that is why he was arrested. Im sorry for keeping you away for the last three weeks. We arrested you as a decoy. And I want you to see this video of how and why your husband beat this investigation to death and why he was arrested"

He literally broke my nose for kissing his lips and using my finger to pull his jaw down to a Frenchie.

"YOU BITCH!!!" she jumped up.

"No!! TV!!"

"What?"

"He broke my eye socket, too!!"

"I hate her i want her dead"

"Quick throw money at her!" I ran to our secret stash of bolted cash. Opened the tool box and ripped the cash bands and started hauling thousands of dollars at her head.

"This is candid camera isn't it? I bet that isn't my husband"

"Oh!! But that is!!!!"

"SHES STILL HERE?!?!"

Between me and that woman i kept social distancing!!! Not just space mind you but racks of her merchandise or my huge body guards I had then at that time. Both if i could.

Turns out she didn't care about her merchandise with all that cash. "Big mistake!!"

"Oh you! He told me you had a small wedding and you couldn't afford the luxury! Ill pay you MORE if you please stop attacking me and you're forgetting the important issue! Your husband is out of jail and so are you!! Im with the CIA and I'm very sorry we let us do this to you"

So she greeted her man and said "i want them all out"

We went into the street. And she invited the biggest and "meanest" guard in Shaquille O'Neal, because she saw i hid behund him most and he couldn't help but smile and wasn't a complete threat to anyone.

"Okay but hold my hand"

"She knows the rules no further threat to her than a woman scorned."

I was literally shaking from head to toe. If they had a bad trick up their sleeves i was dead meat.

"I just want to thank you for showing me what a great man i own. Someone who would defend me against a girl by nearly beating her to death and then not saying anything so i don't worry he will be arrested. And further more. Me as a wife and not just me as a store owner am very proud how much money he was offered to become a complete criminal and he turned it down for the good of mankind. Thank you for showing me that. That I. I lowly ole me has a real life and true super hero"

She walked over to me and gently squeezed my nose "you are a clown. Now give me a hug"

**we tried to get him to be bought because he was the only store that wasn't into the scheme. So we really bent at him.

So we closed his shopping center down. The stores all around him. Asked them what they wanted nearby. Restaurants where they could eat. Clothes store. Grocery.

So the CIA opened all those store fronts he requested. And gave him a 75% open air discount if he ate in his store. 32% on clothes and luxury. 99% on his food from the bodega.

Plus $15M as an apology for arresting him.

$12,999.99 for a real NYC wedding. "You throw in the penny so you know your love will keep your marriage from ever being cursed"

They did.

I'm glad to see them opening eyes on how dangerous and easy it is to be abducted while shopping.

Alive and well I hope they are. They seem to be doing fine.

He was and is the Captain America you see in,this short film above.

He's less skinny than he used to be. But happy and enthusiasm I see hasn't left the lead.

So when you watch the Captain America he starred in. Remember and know. He is a true life hero.

I guarantee he can beat the shit outta anyone. Trust me so can his wife.

I wasn't scared cause I was playing. I knew i could die and so could Shaq. Alone that would been on me. But my son-in-law? That is why i was scared.

No money in the world was enough money for an apology to Queen Elizabeth the 2nd for accidentally getting her soulmate killed.

Every day hero. Captain America is.

They, too, had a miscarriage. Years and years before. Before i got enlisted on that band wagon.

2 almost 3 years later after they were ghosted into oblivion i went to visit and saw these beautiful twins playing hide and go seek... Or so i thought. But they were just reinacting the scene from her mother and I.

"My favorite movie" she's always said. "And you know. I didn't even have to give birth, also my favorite part"

"Shit I thought you were kidding me!!"

"Yeah you got called out to war and missed the special ending of our wedding"

"Oh my God how beautiful"

"Here let me show you. We got the video just in. Finally after all these years. And we have you to thank for it"

"Yeah I've been suicidal"

"And now you aren't but wait there's more!"

"Oh but how could there be?! Im so happy!"

"Sarina and Sarenity that are their names and our third child" she handed me an ultrasound "that is Gabraella. Oh and I thought I should match you with your soulmate. Gaberel. He will be going with yoh to South Texas. We need to get you out of this city where you'll be much safer. We thought we should be the ones to break the news to you. Now you're father. Your uncle, hasn't agreed yet and we have waited a week to inform you That you must go. He keeps asking you if you want to and you keep saying no but here's what he doesn't know and what you should be informed about before you make your actual decision. You're not going to die in South Texas but your chances of not surviving NYC are the highest they have ever been..."

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