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sagesskies · 4 months

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ᴛᴏ ꜱᴛᴇᴀʟ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ I

✒ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴᴇʀ'ꜱ ꜱᴏɴ, ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴇᴡ ʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ.

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ɪɴᴄʟᴜᴅᴇꜱ: ᴄʟᴀꜱꜱɪꜱᴍ, ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ, ᴘʀᴏᴍɪꜱᴄᴜᴏᴜꜱ ʙᴇʜᴀᴠɪᴏʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴᴇᴅ ᴏɴʟʏ), ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴀᴘᴀᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ

You always loved a good romance.

Sure, it was looked down upon for a man such as yourself to be reading a novel instead of a thesis, or helping your family manage the estate, but you never cared. Your siblings all begged you to do your job as the first born, and take charge, especially now with your parents growing old, but again, you never cared.

Currently, the book you were reading was one with a most interesting premise. A young noblewoman is mugged by a dashing thief, and instead of punishing him, orders for him to be made her guard. Between the two, a beautiful romance blossoms. And to think their first meeting the thief thought to steal from her.

You chuckle, “The only thing he managed to steal from her was her heart,”

Before you could turn to another page, you hear the sound of heavy footsteps marching to your room.

You sigh, it’s probably one of your siblings. What would they complain about now? Perhaps your laziness, perhaps your waste of intelligence, maybe this time they’ll complain about your lack of a wife.

When the footsteps stop outside your door, you brace yourself for whatever nonsense they’ll be bringing to you today.

“I cannot believe this- [Name], have you heard?” Your brother burst into your room, looking dishevelled, and clutching a piece of parchment tightly.

You set down your novel, “Heard what exactly?”

James slams the piece of paper down on your table, “Your loverboy,” He sits down on the leather armchair across from you, “He’s back in town, and he’s apparently come to ask for your hand in marriage!”

You blink, not many things can render you speechless, but this is certainly not what you expected to hear today.

What did James mean, your loverboy? No matter how good your looks are, and no matter how many people you’ve slept with in the court, you don’t have a loverboy. Hell, you’ve made sure that none of your family ever found out about your various affairs.

“What, who-” You shake your head, “James, what exactly are you on about?”

James simply taps the paper, “Just read it, [Name].”

Sighing, you pick the letter up and do as you're told.

—

To my dearest, [Name]

Good day to you, my love. I am writing this to inform you of my return to the estate. I apologize for my sudden departure all those years ago, I assure you that I will never leave you again.

You may be wondering where I’ve been all this time. Well, I anticipate that you’ll be pleased to learn that I’ve been studying under the esteemed lawyer Maxwell Yates, you may remember him from multiple cases such as that of Nathan Lynch, Carol Wolf, and Jonah Hewitt. According to him I am the best student he’s ever had.

But enough about me, I’ve heard you are still yet to wed. Though it is no good for a man such as yourself to remain a bachelor, especially at your age, I cannot express to you enough my happiness that you’ve remembered our promise and saved yourself for me.

Despite the distance these past years, I promise to you I have not strayed away from you. You are the only one who understands me, who accepts me, and sees me for who I am, my dearest [Name]. You are the only one for me, and that will never change.

We may still be separated for now, but I promise you, we will not be apart for long my love.

Best regards, your future husband,

Glenn Alston

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You set the paper down, and you bury your face in your hands.

You can hear the pity in James’ voice without even looking at him, “I know that you and Glenn were close, and had a special relationship, but you cannot marry him-”

You raise a single hand, and he stops speaking. You sigh, and sit up straight, “I won’t marry him, James,” You smirk when James looks visibly relieved, “Same sex marriage may be legalized, but I won’t dishonor the family name by engaging in sodomy.”

James groans, “You know that’s not why we’re against it,” Your family may have high standards for you and never failed to express their disappointment, but they weren’t narrowminded, god imagine how horrible they’d be if they were.

You chuckle, “Yeah yeah, he’s still the gardener’s son even if he’s some sort of bigshot lawyer now.”

"And you won't authorize his entry into the estate, right?"

That makes you wonder if you should. Regardless of how you feel, Glenn's father would still like to see him again, even if the man ran away. And Glenn would be a useful asset to the estate, considering how your other lawyer was already getting old.

You shrug in response, "Probably not." You say that to only appease your younger brother, who'd surely throw a fit if you said otherwise.

James nods, clearly satisfied, “Well then, I’ll be going now,” He glares at the romance novel, “And please stop reading that senseless drivel, [Name].”

You roll your eyes, and ignore his protests as you push him towards the door, “This ‘senseless drivel’, is what your fiance reads in her pastime,” You raise a brow at him, “I’m sure you don’t want her to hear what you said about her hobby.”

James sputters and tries to find the right words for a decent comeback, but clenches his fists and huffs in frustration, “Fine! Keep reading then,” He turns to leave, but then stops, and turns his head to look at you, “Wait, what did Glenn mean by you remembering your promise?”

“Aaaaand that’s my cue to close the door,” You grin at him, though it’s strained, “This was fun, bye bye Jamie!”

“I told you to stop calling me that-” The door closes, and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Your gaze settles back on the piece of parchment. You walk over to it, and pick the letter up.

“When did his penmanship get so neat…” You can’t help but feel a twinge of envy, writing was never your strong suit. Well, you never really had a strong suit. No matter how hard you tried, your performance would be mediocre at best. No amount of sucking up from your instructors would change that.

Despite the bitterness you feel, your eyes soften as you trace Glenn’s elegant strokes. Your mind can’t help but wander to when he first asked you to teach him how to write…

—

Rarely did you ever willingly go to the library, much to your parent’s chagrin. The entire atmosphere was so stuffy, and you hated how quiet it was. It felt dead, and the old lady who worked as the librarian didn’t help. You swear, one day she’ll fall off the stepladder and her ghost is going to haunt the library for eternity.

Today was a special occasion however, it was Glenn’s twelfth birthday, and because you forgot to get him a gift he got to request something from you. He didn’t tell you exactly what he wanted, all he told you was to meet him at the library.

You sigh as you walk inside, ignoring the librarian’s glare when you don’t bother to minimise the sound of your footsteps.

Sometimes you wished Glenn could be a normal kid, and ask for something like a sword, or a new kite, or something else dumb kids liked to play with. But then again, if he was anything normal then you wouldn’t like him very much.

The library was a large room, with various shelves all arranged according to genre, like an actual public library. Your mother told you there were many ancient books and tomes within the shelves, all brought here by your ancestors. You tuned out most of what she said if you were being honest, the only other thing you remembered her saying about it was that there was a book that could make a mini explosion happen.

You wandered through the room, looking for Glenn. It didn’t take you long to find him, the dark-haired boy was carrying a stack of books in his arms and set it down on one of the tables. You waved over to Glenn, and sat beside him.

“Why are-” Before you could finish your sentence, Glenn, very rudely, placed a finger to your lips and his hazel eyes hardened into a glare.

“Lower your voice, [Name]!” He whispered, “We’re in the library.”

You glared back at him, and licked his finger. Glenn yelped, and immediately pulled back quickly, nearly toppling out of his chair. The noise he created earned him a stern: “Shhhh!” from the librarian.

Glenn pouted, his cheeks flushed and his ears red. You smirked. It was so easy to fluster him.

“Anyways, before you oh-so rudely interrupted me,” You spoke softer now, “Why are we here?”

Glenn was still clutching the finger you licked, and he avoided your gaze, and muttered something under his breath.

You rolled your eyes, “Geez man, I only licked your finger.” He was acting like you bit him instead, or something else weird. Sighing, you grabbed his chin and turned his face towards you, “Seriously, speak up.”

Glenn gently pulled away, having learned his lesson now, and then cleared his throat, “I, uh… I wanted to ask…” He took in a deep breath, “Couldyouteachmehowtowrite?”

“Uh, what?”

Glenn sighed, “Could you teach me how to write?”

“Oh,” You blinked, and then furrowed your brow, “That’s it?” You expected him to ask you to read him some big boring book about history or something, this was way more manageable.

“Yeah, I don’t want to keep asking you to read for me anymore,” He pushed a pad of paper towards you, and handed you a pencil, “It’s embarrassing.”

That was true, at his age usually he should be the one reading to others, but people from Glenn’s social class never learned how to read unless they were being sponsored by a noble family. But Glenn never seemed to mind before, what changed?

“Did Emil tease you again?” Emil was the asshole son of the captain of the guard, your presence always warded him off from picking on Glenn, but you couldn’t always be there for him.

When Glenn didn’t respond, you sighed. Glenn had some weird complex about being seen as capable and dependable in your eyes, but you could care less about whether or not he could handle himself. Unfortunately, you were never the best at expressing your emotions.

“Emil’s a little prick,” You ignored Glenn’s soft gasp, and started to write the alphabet on the pad of paper, “Guys like him are everywhere, Glenn. Stop caring about what he’s saying, his words don’t matter.”

Glenn muttered, “But they still hurt.”

Glenn, for how much he tried to look tough, was always so sensitive to what others thought about him. It was another way you two were so different from each other, he could never stop caring, while you just didn’t.

You set the pen down after finishing the letter z, “Yeah, that’s because you let them.” You glanced at Glenn, since he was shorter than you, all you could see was the top of his dark hair. You wondered what the expression on his face looked like.

Glenn remained silent, and so you sighed, “Anyways…” You handed the pencil to Glenn, “Copy this.”

When Glenn finished, you took a piece of empty paper from the pad, and handed it to Glenn, “Now do it again, this time without the reference.”

You weren’t a good student, in fact you were a terrible one. You never did your homework, you barely showed up to class, and whenever you did you never paid attention. Glenn was unfortunate to be stuck with such a lousy person for a teacher.

When Glenn handed the paper back to you, you hummed, “Well, it could be worse.” That was being generous. Glenn managed to remember A, B, and C, but completely skipped D and E, somehow messed up G, and seemed to have merged I and L. However, it was… okay. Considering how this was his first attempt.

Glenn frowned, “It’s terrible isn’t it?”

You ruffled his hair, “It’s not bad for a first try man, hand me the pencil,” You take it from his outstretched hand, “So, this is not how you write G, this is how you actually do it..”

You and Glenn stayed in that library till it was five pm, and you were both being shooed out of the library by the old hag, and then separated when Curtis took you to get ready for supper.

Perhaps you weren’t such a lousy teacher after all when Glenn was able to write properly only three weeks later. You still remember his smile when you read the letter he wrote to you for your birthday, and you still remember the immeasurable feeling of pride you had for him.

You can still remember the letter he left for you, the day he disappeared. The warm, wet tears that fell onto the parchment, as you struggled to read through Glenn’s handwriting. The emptiness in your chest, like Glenn ripped your heart out and took it with him when he left.

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How things have changed.

You wonder who taught him to write cursive, was it Maxwell Yates? A fellow student? Perhaps it was a young woman, who fell in love with him like you did, and wanted to have his heart like he had stolen hers.

You let out a shaky breath, and place the letter in the same drawer as the other one. When you open the drawer, and see the weathered parchment, the tear stains, and the childlike scrawl, you feel your chest clench.

“You’re over this, [Name],” You remind yourself, “You’re over him.”

You fold the paper, and set it down with more care than you should’ve given. You close the drawer, and lock it.

You look at your novel, and realise that you’re not really in the mood for romance anymore. You pick it up, and set it back on the shelf.

#yandere oc #yandere male #yandere male x reader #Glenn Alston #angst #x reader #male reader

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alexandra-emerson · 2 months

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Some Thoughts

(For readers horrified by what’s been going on in fandom who want to help)

Twats

I’m sad that some authors have been pulling their works from AO3, though I totally get it. But I’m not going to add to the “don’t sell fanfics” commentary much. I’m working with a lawyer to get mine taken down from Etsy, and it sucks, but I think this is an opportunity to talk about the fandom community as a whole. Specifically, what you can do to keep it alive and healthy.

I think it’s easy to sit at home, read about this illegal fanbinding drama with interest, run to AO3 to mass download your favorite fics, pat yourself on the back for not buying or selling fics illegally or not adding them to Goodreads, then move on with your life. But I would argue this passive attitude is just as harmful to the community, in some ways.

The Criticism Ratio

You all have probably heard that you’re supposed to deliver compliments and criticism with a ratio of 5:1. This is because negative comments stick in our heads more, so even if you were balancing the good and bad, or giving twice as many good comments as bad ones, the bad ones carry so much weight, they still seem to be winning.

With writing, I would argue this ratio is probably more like 10:1. Because it’s so personal. And most of us are so new to it. And it’s so much freaking work. I timed it once, and one chapter typically takes me 12 hours to write. That doesn’t include editing, or the hours my beta puts into editing. Then, to float all that work out into the world and get negativity back … oof, it makes embarking on the next 12 hours, and the next and the next VERY difficult.

My Experience

I’ve been an author of some popular fics in both the Harmony and Dramione spaces. On the Harmony side, I’ve dealt with personalized attacks, not just against my stories but against me as a person. And when that was going down, there weren’t a ton of fans speaking up on my behalf. I got a lot of DMs telling me those bullies were just the “loud minority” but from my point of view, with my supporters sounding like crickets, they felt like a majority.

(Quick note to my Harmony readers: No I’m never writing Harmony again, get over it, and stop following me to every work I write next to ask me when I’m writing Harmony again. You had your chance to support me, and you fucking missed the boat.)

On the Dramione side, the public spaces are more moderated (thank God) so I’m less likely to stumble upon downright bullying. But this space is overwhelming in how BIG it is and how much conversation goes on about my fics. I always feel like the last to know when there’s some big Tik-Tok boom happening with one of my stories, when a story gets added to Goodreads, when there’s a reddit thread discussing the flaws in ‘Timeless’, when it gets posted for sale on Etsy, when someone popular binds it. It’s very hard to keep up with this giant fandom and it’s too much to handle at times. Which means if people don't send us things directly, we don't see it.

I also get this thing in Dramione that I didn’t get as much in Harmony where people act afraid or embarrassed to reach out to me. They’ll say things like, “I’m so sorry to bother you…” or “I’m sure you hear this all the time, and I know you don’t need to hear it from me too, but your works are great…” I think in Dramione people assume because it’s so big, other people are taking care of things, but that’s not the case. There is a lot of activity, for sure, but not much of that is making it back to the author.

My Ask

So anyway, think about the role you play in fandom. Are you contributing to the compliment bank, or the criticism one? (Remember, abstentions go with the majority. And in this case, every negative experience holds x10 weight).

Good things can be as simple as sending a quick note like, “Just letting you know I thought about your story today” or “Here’s another kudos because I just reread this gem!” It can be correcting a negative comment or review you see out in the wild, so that if the author ever stumbles across it, they see that their people are out there, sticking up for them. Ten people can instantly negate a bad comment with ten positive ones. Then if the author ever finds it, no harm done.

We all know the bad things that harm fandom, so there’s no need for me to rehash them here. But don’t forget that the passive things can be just as harmful. Things like: Rating a fanfic on Goodreads, because it’s already there, and you really want it to count towards your goal. Downloading a story, loving it, and never letting the author know. Reading rude comments online, complimenting yourself for not being that mean, then scrolling to the next thing.

My challenge to fandom is this: Let’s fill that compliment and support bucket so full that when an author does encounter a negative experience with one of their fanfics, they have a giant, fluffy pillow of endless love to fall back on. Let’s make those rare moments of nastiness truly feel like a minority to our creators. It’s not a ton of work. Our fandom is so flipping large, it just takes a tiny comment from each person to keep our community feeling like a fun, positive place to play.

#fanfic writing #dramione fanfiction #harry potter fanfic #hp fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #dramione fan fiction #dramonie

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sirianasims · 2 months

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The fresh snow glittered in the cold sunshine and the only sound was the crunch under my boots. I followed the familiar path towards my favourite spot.

I wished I could feel as calm as the lake looked. The media frenzy and hate-mail had been exactly like Paul predicted. A few days after our photo went public I simply stopped trying to stem the tide of messages, good and bad, flooding in on every single social media account I had.

I was jolted back to the present when my phone finally went off.

“Hey, gorgeous. Happy Winterfest. How’s Copperdale?”

“Cold! It’s nice to be back, I haven’t seen my family in months. But I miss you.”

“I miss you too. Hopefully, we can celebrate Winterfest together next year. Maybe even in Copperdale. That is, if your family still wants to meet me after all of this.”

“My parents had a few questions, but they have no problem with you. They mostly worry about the media.”

Paul sighed wearily.

“Yeah, I’ve been worried about that too. I’ve sent my lawyers after a few people already. How are you holding up?”

“I’m fine, Paul. I’m used to getting a few nasty messages on occasion, it’s really not that different.”

“Are you sure, Julia? And I mean really sure? Some of these are pretty harsh.” His voice was filled with concern and I wished I could just fall apart in his arms. But despite what those articles were saying, I was not a child, and if Paul could handle this, so could I.

“Oh yeah, it’s fine. I try not to read anything, they’ll get bored eventually, right? For now, I’m just counting the days until you pick me up from the airport for New Year’s.”

“Me too. I can’t wait to see you, and you’ll finally get to meet some of my friends. I’ve already started outlining a pretty elaborate menu.”

“Sounds very fancy. I’m glad I made a new dress just for this party.”

“You made a dress?”

“I did. And it’s very sexy.”

He chuckled and lowered his voice.

“Please, Julia, don’t do this to me, I won’t see you for another week.”

“Sorry, not sorry. I spent hours getting it to fit juuust right.”

“… I’m changing the subject before I get in trouble. What are your plans for today, then?”

“My oldest sister is here with her husband and my nephew, my dad is picking up my other sister, and my brothers are up to their usual mischief somewhere. We’re having a big family dinner tonight.”

“Sounds cozy. I’ll be at my uncle’s, it’s a huge family thing every year. Tartosans will jump at any excuse to gather everyone around food. But I’d love to try a snowy Winterfest some day. Maybe you can teach me how to build a snowman.”

“Just be warned, I take my snowman building very seriously.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “Noted. I… hold on, my mother is here.”

A woman’s voice said something in the background.

“My mother demands that I tell you that she looks forward to meeting you some day, but we have to go now so we won’t be late.” He lowered his voice to a stage whisper. “But really, she just wants to arrive first so she can snag her favourite chair…”

“Paul!” His mother sounded indignant, but then she laughed.

“Sorry, mum, but I’m on to you. Enjoy your Winterfest, Julia, I can’t wait to see you again. Love you.”

“Love you too.”

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#duchellilegacy #duchellichapters #duchelligen5 #julia duchelli #paul romeo #rose romeo

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lotus-pear · 3 months

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Happy Valentine’s Day! Have this doodle I did with my finger in class

(Btw sorry to hear abt that reselling stuff, dw I will give you my amazing lawyer that helped me win in our divorce so you can sue that person into the exosphere)

GASP LOOK WHAT MY LOVELY WIFE DREW FOR ME GUYS‼️‼️🥰🥰🥰 HAPPY VALENTINE’S DAY MY POOKIEST POOKIE also with ur finger stop lyingggg omg no fucking way

also ty bbg they rly made sure u got everything from the prenup so i think they’ll be able to win this for me too :((( trust !!!!

#i have to draw u smth too but it will be a day late. it’s like ur ocs for the 1k congratulations😭#lotus’s asks

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scremogirl · 7 months

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☾✧꥟ 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒꥟✧☀︎︎

𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐞𝐬

!TWO-FACE/HARVEY DENT ADDITION!

this shit had me doing back flips. one of y’all need to help me figure out this link thingy before i quit. ٩(╬ʘ益ʘ╬)۶

Harvey Dent. A respectable businessman, lawyer, best friend of Bryce Waye, and millionaire playboy. After the chemical explosion, his life changed forever, something inside him trying to claw its way out. Or should I say someone? With his literal other half, he now wore the name Two-Face. Somewhat of a crime boss, not as established as BlackMask and not as sophisticated as the penguin; a very loose interpretation. One of the most dangerous rogues in Gotham, that’s for sure.

Walking down the hall to your destination, you press the button on the side of the metal door to request entry. This office is way bigger than you expected it to be. Compensation for who and what you’ll be having to deal with on an almost daily basis. Setting down your boxes on the large desk, you look around and take a deep breath. As the hour passes you decorate your room to your liking. You sit down in your swivel chair spinning around from time to time to ease your nerves about the arrival of a new patient. You’ve heard many things about Mr. Dent, but unfortunately, none of them are any good.

You hear a loud buzzing sound, signaling to you that someone is here. Hearing the jingling of chains and muffled voices, you see two guards use slight force to push Harvey through the door.

“Good Morning Ms. (L/N),” says the warden.

“Morning Brahms, How are you?” Whatever he says is lost because your eyes land on the man searing your skin with his gaze. You shift from one side of his face to the other, cautious to not stare at the more grotesque side in order to not make him uncomfortable. You’ve read in the files that Two-Face doesn’t appreciate eye contact very much. Understandable.

“Anyways,” says Brahms, snapping you back from reality.

“This one has a bit of an attitude this morning, if you want we could stay and make sure no funny business happens,” gesturing to the guard holding Harvey’s opposite arm.

“That’s alright, sessions are meant to hold some sort of privacy anyways,” From your peripheral you see Two-Face narrow his eyes at you, less hostile, but one shows skepticism and the other slightly appreciative. Creepy.

“Alright then, we’ll be right outside if you need us,” and with that, they walk Harvey to the bench on the opposite side of the room and leave. He stares at you unmoving, likely assessing you.

“So, Mr Dent, or should I call you Two-Face?” You wait for a reply but he stays silent, leading you to continue.

“I’m Dr. (L/N); your new therapist and/or psychiatrist depending on what they see from outer sessions, knowing this place they’ll make me do both,” you mumble that last part under your breath.

Again he doesn’t respond, so you continue on with your introduction. Tell him what you read in his files, what you expect out of your sessions, the works. As you're talking though, you somehow miss the ringing of the chains and handcuffs. Before you know it he’s made his way around your desk with a hand around your neck.

“You talk too much,” he says, lifting you off the ground and slamming you against the bookshelf behind you. You grasp at his wrist a little as you gasp for air.

“I could just end you right here, y’know that? What’s it to me?” He stares deep into your eyes, so much for not liking eye contact. He’s about to speak again when he feels a sharp jolt through his body. He drops you and flies back, crouching down on the floor. You reach up to your throat and cough up a little before speaking,

“I don’t mind a bit of choking, but nothing near as homicidal. Didn’t your mother teach you how to treat a lady?”

“What the- What the fuck was that?” He grumbles out slowly trying to stand back up.

“I have a few tricks up my sleeve myself, how’d you think I managed to stay here as long as I have?” He looks at you with curiosity and searing anger. His expression changes as both his eyes widen and lips slightly part as he watches the forming bruise on your neck slowly disappear.

“Don’t look so surprised Mr. Dent, you’ve probably seen more impressive things,” you straighten out your clothes, fix your hair, and push your glasses back into place. You slowly walk over to your seat and gesture at him to go back to the couch. He begrudgingly complies still in shock…literally.

“You’re a very hostile one Mr. Dent, want to tell me what that’s about?” He goes blank again, mumbling “You deal with this,” before a softer more weary expression manifests on the right side of his face.

“I’m sorry Dr. (Y/N), he’s never really liked any of the therapists here,”

“Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Dent, as you said before I am your new doctor. I look forward to working with you,” you say with a soft smile.

“Now, I believe I asked you a question earlier,” he heaves a deep sigh, turning his gaze down to his feet and hands sliding down his face in exhaustion before continuing.

“He just- he just doesn’t like other people. He can barely tolerate me, always trying to fight his way past me,” you hum as an encouragement for him to continue.

The remaining session goes over pretty smoothly except for a couple of protests from Two-Face when Harvey picks out his flaws. They’re surprisingly calm, just has a bit of a temperament. You write the last note in your pad and close his final.

“Thank you, Mr. Dent; Two-Face. It’ll be quite the experience working with you two,” and with that, the timer signaling the end of your session rings. The guards walk him and take him away, but, before they can drag him all the way out, he glances back at you one last time with a slight smirk.

“Thanks for today Doc, I’ll be sure to use all that new information later,” he says, glancing down at your neck. The guards look at him, between each other, and then you. They give you a quizzical look as you just raise an eyebrow. As they walk out you sit there a little confused. You couldn’t seem to decipher which one of them was talking. That thought is pushed to the back of your mind as two different guards bring another patient in. Well, we’ll just have to see how the next session goes.

#harvey dent #two face #harvey dent x reader #two face x reader #Arkham Doctor #✧✩🜚𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐂 🜸𖤐✰

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robertreich · 2 years

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How Amazon, Starbucks, and Other Companies Fight Unions

You as a worker have a legal right to join a union, but there are many ways big corporations are skirting the law to stop you from getting your fair share. You could be working for a union-buster and not even know it.

Here are four of the biggest union-busting tricks to look out for: One: Anti-Union Propaganda. Employers turn workers into a captive audience for false or misleading claims about unions.

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In 2019 Delta distributed pamphlets to flight attendants and ramp service workers warning that union fees would cost $700 dollars per year. But here's what they didn't mention: unionized workers earn $700 more per month. Weird how they left that part out, isn’t it? Amazon wallpapered its warehouses with anti-union ads. Starbucks CEO Howard Schultz claimed he had no choice but to exclude workers at unionizing stores from new employee benefits. Apparently when you’re the boss you can just make stuff up. Two: Your employer hires fancy anti-union firms, lawyers, and consultants. The company claims it can’t afford to raise workers’ pay but spends millions on anti-union consultants. You might hear your bosses call this “Union Avoidance,” but it basically just means “Union busting, in a suit.” Three: Delay, delay, delay. It’s illegal for employers to cancel a vote on whether to unionize. But they skirt the law to keep that vote from happening as long as possible. And while they’re delaying, they play dirty tricks to stop a union’s momentum. Before a recent labor election in Buffalo, Starbucks flooded stores with managers to pressure workers. One Starbucks employee reported he was told to go to a meeting, only to be greeted by six managers pressuring him to reject the union. So that’s how many managers it takes to screw over an employee. Four: If none of these union-busting tactics work, your employer might just break the law. Starbucks recently fired more than twenty union leaders. Amazon fired a union leader for missing work – even though he was on leave to care for a COVID-stricken family member. U.S. employers are charged with violating federal law in over 40% of all union election campaigns. I'm sorry, I just have to pause for a second here. 40% of the time? Really? If I broke the law 40% of the time, I'd be in jail quicker than you can say "Pinkerton!" Are companies allowed to skirt the law like this? No! But labor laws take a long time to enforce – if they’re enforced at all. And the worst that can happen is a corporation has to rehire a worker who it illegally fired and provide back pay. No wonder some companies decide that breaking the law is cheaper than following it. It’s simply a “cost of doing business” for a giant corporation like Amazon. But here’s some good news: A bill called “The PRO Act” would strengthen protections for union organizers and make many kinds of “union avoidance” illegal. Call your lawmakers and ask them to support it today. They won’t just be on the right side of history. They’ll be on the right side of public opinion. A majority of Americans, including 77% of young people, support the right to join a union. Workers at Starbucks and Amazon have refused to be intimidated and have started to unionize. All over the country, American workers are growing wise to corporate union-busting tricks. Big corporations are fighting dirty to keep their workers from organizing – and they’re still losing. Imagine what could happen if they had to fight fair.

#union #Labor Unions #unions #corporations #union busting #video #videos

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ciciceyina · 11 months

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Touch Starved part 2

Pairing: Idol!Mingyu x Fem Carat!reader

Genre: Soulmate Au

Short Summary: Y/n has her life completely uprooted the day her and Kim Mingyu meet for the first time. Follow along as y/n moves to South Korea in order to be with her soulmate and soon realizes that the life she once fantasized about isn't all that she thought it would be.

Authors note: Ty all for the kudos on the last part. I hope you enjoy this one, I’ll be touching a little bit on how the soulmate connection works in this part. More fun stuff to come in part 3 :)

Warnings: Hospital, Cursing?

You regain consciousness slowly, the sleep was nice, you don't want to open your eyes just yet. The mechanical beeping from your left side concerned you though. What could be making that noise? It surely wasn’t your phone. The alarm you set every morning doesn't sound like that. You should open your eyes, maybe just for five more minutes won’t hurt.

“Y/N.” Someone hisses your name. Goddammit this sleep is too good. Maybe if you pretend to not hear them, they’ll go away.

“Y/N!” Someone hisses louder, right next to your right ear.

You open your eyes to an unfamiliar room, panic floods your system for a second. Until you look to see your friend Marie sighing beside you. You rub at your eyes and notice IV’s are stuck in your arm. Now you panic, you shake your arm in the hopes to get rid of them. Marie grabs your arm.

“Y/N stop that, relax everything is okay. You’re still a little sleepy, the doctor is on their way.” You look at your friend, dread overcomes you.

“Y/N what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know, I’m sorry. I just got this overwhelming feeling all of a sudden.” You look around the hospital room. The monitor beeps every few seconds, keeping track of your heart rate. You don’t remember why you are here, you feel fine . Great even, the sleep was probably some of the best you have gotten lately. Then it dawns on you, you spook Marie by grabbing her wrists in a tight grab, you needed to look her in the eyes for this.

“Marie, Kim Mingyu is my soulmate.” She smiles big and starts shaking her arms that are in your grasp.

“I know! Y/N I can’t fucking believe it. Kim Mingyu, Y/N. Kim Mingyu is your soulmate. You’re so lucky!” You sigh heavily. Thankfully, that wasn’t also a part of a dream.

“Where are the twins?” You ask searching for them.

“They’re at the concert, they should be finishing up right about now actually. They’ll be here, I sent them the address.”

“I can’t fucking believe I missed them Aju Nicing 5 million times.” You slam your head back, pain shoots through your skull and you wince. Fuck. You had all but forgotten about your hard tumble.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m sure Kim Mingyu will Aju Nice for you in private as many times as you’d like.” She wiggles her brows and you choke on your laughter. Tears start to form, the thought of this was insane to you.

“ Wait, you missed the concert. You should have gone, we spent too much on those tickets.” You pat her arm. Marie smiles sadly at you.

“I wasn’t about to leave my bestie alone in a state she doesn’t know…in a hospital of all places. Also don’t just act all nonchalant. Kim Mingyu, y/n. Kim fucking Mingyu. Ahh.” You try your best to swat at her. She dodges your attempts easily with a goofy smile on her face.

“Shhh, you can’t be yelling his name like that. I’m still in shock. Okay. No, there's no way. Probably won’t believe it unless he’s right in front of me.” You laugh at yourself and rest your head in your hands.

A knock echoes through the room startling you a little. The doctor strides in and takes a look at your chart. Marie settles into the chair next to you.

“So misses L/N everything looks fine. You were just a bit dehydrated and the sudden pain alongside finding your soulmate had your body in a heightened state so that’s why you fainted. I have you on some liquids right now. You should be free to go in a couple of hours. The lawyers outside insist on speaking with you, would you like me to send them in?” She puts down your chart and glances between you and Marie. Lawyers…is this for real?

“Don’t feel like you need to rush talking to them y/n. They can wait until you are ready.” Marie informs you. You nod at her.

“No, it’s okay. No use in putting it off really.” The doctor nods. You hope you sound confident, but your stomach flipped in anxiety. It’s scary to think that this was real and that you’d be meeting with higher ups.

“I’m free to send them in then?” You hum your agreement and the doctor walks out to get them.

Turning to marie you day, “I can't believe I’m here because i didn't drink enough water. How lame is this.” Marie laughs at you and you give her a deadpan expression.

“Well we did skip a meal or two today.” She reasons.

The sound of the door creaking draws your attention away from your friend. Only two people walk in. The man from earlier and a woman you don’t recognize. The woman looks young and she smiles at you. Meanwhile the man is much older and is much less friendly looking. They both carry briefcases with them which they set down. They bow slightly.

“Hello miss L/N, my name is Jinyoung, I’m on the legal team for Seventeen. I’ll be translating most of what Mr. Kang here has to say. I’ll be quoting him word for word so if anything is confusing, don’t be afraid to ask.” You nod meekly.

For the next hour you sat and listened, looking through the large packet of papers that they had sat in front of you. Most of it was NDA paperwork. Marie and the twins had their own that they would need to sign. There was a section for you to write down who in your immediate family would need to know. You jotted down your parents and your two sisters. Deciding anyone else in your family would be too much.You didn't want to burden too many people with this secret. More NDAs were to be made up for them. She went over how you were to move to South Korea within the next month if you chose to go through with being Mingyu’s soulmate. When you questioned what she meant by that, she brought up the surgery that could take place so that the two of you were no longer linked.

The surgery was commonplace now, you never even gave it a thought in the past. Two soulmates who both agreed to sever their cosmic connection. You never understood and it made you sick whenever you heard about it. Of course you kept an open mind in the past even watching a few documentaries on it. Patients explaining why they went through with it. Love outside of soulmate connection, those who are too engrossed in their careers, soulmates who live in different countries. Yes, relying on someone through touch to live was rather inconvenient especially in a capitalistic society. However, the side effects were cruel. Some even died after having the surgery almost as if it weren’t to be done in the first place. You refused to do that to your soulmate. You sigh, catching Jinyoung's attention.

“Is there anything you wanted to ask?” Mr Kang raises a brow at you. You don’t appreciate his attitude, you’ve been all but compliment while they ramble on about their rules.

“Does he want the surgery?” God he wants the surgery, he’s had no more than a minute with you and he’s already ready to cut ties. Why else would they be bringing this up? Mr. Kang says something in Korean and Jinyoung nods.

“Unfortunately we do not know. He hasn’t come forth saying he would want it done in the past. However, he hasn’t had the time, with the concert and all since meeting you. There is a slight possibility that his mind has changed since we last spoke with him. We’ll have to speak with him, thank you for bringing that up. But what really matters right now is if you want the surgery?” You shake your head.

“ No, that's the last thing I want. Can we go back to moving to South Korea in a month? I live with my sister. I can't just leave her, we split the rent. She would never be able to afford it by herself. I know i have to quit my job, but how am i supposed to support myself in Korea, i don't have much in savings and i doubt i can get a job when i know little korean.”

“If you’re worried about any expenses don’t be. Mr. Kim will be taking care of everything. They’re fully aware that due to their lifestyle they’ll have to support their soulmates. We can enroll you in Korean classes too.”

“He’s paying for everything? What? Like I’m a housewife?” As nice as not working for a while sounds, putting your life into a man's hands is scary. You've always been on your own, relying on no one.

“You’re not expected to get a job once you arrive in Korea. The process for a working permit is extensive, not to mention most companies would not allow how much time off you would need to support Mr. Kim. They often travel for shoots and we need you to be easily accessible in case of any emergencies. Especially for the first month or so. As for your sister, are you sure she can’t move in with anyone else?” Frustrated with the switch in topic you fiddle with your hands.

“No, I’m not going to make her anyways.” Jinyoung relays to Mr Kang. You were going to be stubborn, there is only so much they can change. Disrupting your sister's life is the last thing you want to do.

“We can take care of it, we’ll either supplement the rent or we can find a house for her. Anything else?”

“Yes, I have a dog. He will need to come with me. Will that be an issue?”

“You sister can’t take-“

“No.” You cut off Jinyoung. She sighs and Mr Kang looks stressed.

“We do have a member who is afraid of dogs so we can’t let him live in the dorms.”

“Then I’ll live somewhere else. He’s my responsibility and he has to come with me.” Mr Kang and Jinyoung discuss back and forth for a bit. You’re frustrated, you swallow the lump in your throat. Sometimes when you were so angry you felt the need to cry. You hate how emotional you can get, but you can’t help it. It’s just a part of you. Now was not the time to cry however. You’re strong and won’t be a pushover.

“We’ll make arrangements, we can talk later about that. Otherwise, do you have any more questions?” Not that you can think of, you shake your head.

“Very well I’ll let Mr Kang continue then.”

They carry on with their speech. You sign a few more documents, the lawyer talk was making you feel a bit overwhelmed. You are tired and you have a lot to think about.

“We will have someone assigned to you who will help you get everything organized for your move to South Korea. It will most likely be me since I’m the only translator who deals with all of this paperwork. For now, these are all the documents we need you to sign. Once we’ve spoken with Mr Kim we’ll have you sign another contract about your living arrangements. We will catch your two friends when they get back in from the concert. Otherwise, we’ll be in touch.” Mr. Kang leaves immediately while Jinyoung gathers the papers laid out in front of you leaving with a curt bob of her head.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Marie asks.

“I dunno, that was a lot to take in. This is scary, completely uprooting my life for some man.” Sighing, you bring the sheets closer to get comfortable.

“Could you get us something to eat? I’m starving.” You whisper, your friend gives you a sad smile but sets off regardless.

“I’ll text you what they have.” She squeezes your ankle on her way out.

Really, you wanted to be alone. It’s starting to settle in how scary this is about to be. When you were little you dreamed about meeting your soulmate, it wasn’t like this. They were supposed to sweep you off your feet and marry you on the spot. You admit the marriage part was outlandish, but it was supposed to be romantic. Not a bunch of paperwork. Maybe you were in way over your head with this. Can I really be an idol's soulmate? But it’s not like you asked for an idol to be your soulmate. I did entertain the idea a few times.

You sigh loudly searching for your phone. You give up after a few minutes. You decide to forget it, Marie can pick anything out at this point and you’d eat it. You switch on the tv instead while you wait for her to return. Once she does she gives you grief about not checking your phone. You shrugged her off and dug into the food. The twins follow in shortly after her with grim faces.

“How was the concert?” You ask.

“It was great.” Lauren says, she mindlessly sits next to your bed. She’s rifling through her sling bag and hands you the few freebies she managed to snag while you were gone. You notice they are all of Mingyu, she’s so sweet.

“What happened? You look scared.” Staring into your best friend's eyes you can tell she’s hiding something.

“I think we just got cussed out in another language.” Hanna informs you, taking place next to her sister.

“What do you mean?” You laugh.

“Well, we had to sign those NDAs and they asked us if we had told anyone,” Hannah begins, “Well we told Madison, we told them they would need to get into contact with her. Then Mr. Sang, or whatever his name was, started yelling at us. The lady was nice when she translated but I know she was leaving out a few curse words.” Lauren huffs crossing her arms.

“I was so mad.” She mumbles.

“You told Madison?” Marie criticizes. Madison was the twins cousin, she was supposed to be on this trip with you guys. Work called her at the last minute and now she was probably kicking herself for missing this spectacle.

“We weren’t thinking okay, she called us when we got to our seats and she could tell we were acting weird.” Hannah looks sheepish.

“We made sure to text her what was going on, we weren’t stupid about it . Madison isn’t going to tell anyone.” You groan. Lauren notices your annoyance and pulls out her phone to distract you.

“I recorded the concert for you.” Lauren hands you her phone and you thank her. A twinge of sadness passes as you open up the videos of all of the boys.

The four of you spend the next hour discussing the concert and the implications of you being Mingyu's soulmate. Your friends were nothing but supportive. You couldn’t help but feel a little sad, the twins have been in your life ever since fourth grade. Long ago the three of you had come to the conclusion that you must have been in each other's past lives. They were certainly your found family in this life. Now you were expected to just up and leave them. The thought makes you depressed.

Before you mope around too much, your phone buzzes in your concert bag. Marie notices and hands you the bag. Once you unlock your phone you saw a few text messages from your sister asking how the concert was, and a few from an unknown number

#mingyu x y/n #mingyu x reader

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bongo-clash · 2 years

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I Want To Break Free

Ectober week prompt: Six Feet

'When three members of Casper High’s football team make one mistake too many, they’ve got no choice other than to bury the evidence. But, both fortunately and unfortunately for them, dead doesn’t mean gone, and they’ve been living in a ghost town for years.'

(Content warnings in tags || fic under cut!!)

For all that Amity Park is the poster child for widescale property damage, the crime rate is practically nonexistent. There’s something about finding a common enemy in the violent ghosts ravaging their town that wards off that willingness to go against another human being’s interests like that; murder, in particular, has been shoved off the table since the moment the victims started coming back to haunt them. It’s common knowledge that if you kill someone in Amity Park, everyone is going to find out.

This is exactly why three A-listers are shitting themselves right about now.

Look, they hadn’t meant for it to go this far. It’d been such a harmless thing in theory- or, well, maybe not harmless, but it shouldn’t have gone any further than humiliation and maybe a bruise or two. They should’ve known it only takes a bad fall. They’re footballers- they should’ve known. But it’d been thoughtless, a split second decision made in the incredibly brief time the opportunity had been presented to them. All Dale had said was ‘Hey, wouldn’t it be funny if you tripped him?’.

And it had been funny, until he hadn’t gotten up again. Now Danny Fenton is dead on the shower room floors, and every single one of them is guilty.

There’s a long time where none of them know what to do. God, they’ve just killed someone, is this second-degree or manslaughter? There certainly wasn’t any express malice, but they’d definitely thought about swiping his feet out from under him without considering that he might hit his head; that could definitely been seen as implied malice. But they hadn’t meant to! They’d never wanted to, it was never supposed to go this far, and it was especially never supposed to go this far here.

‘Here’, as in some place at the end of the school day, when the buses were about to leave and the teachers weren’t waiting up for them, having let them lock up before and having been willing to do it again. ‘Here’, as in Casper High in the first place, that had already seen tragedy in a fire taking almost the entire student body in the fifties, and had now witnessed a murder in its reconstructed halls. ‘Here’, as in Amity Park, the ghost town, where there’s a non-zero chance of this literally coming back to get them.

The silence charged with the smell of deodorant and a wet body already beginning to self-digest is broken, finally, by Dash- the one to trip him, and the first one to back away when he’d felt Fenton’s limp hand for a pulse and found nothing.

“What the Hell do we do?” He whispers, voice barely reaching anyone else in the room, but you could hear a pin drop beneath the still-running showerheads, and everyone was straining to hear it, desperate to divert their attention. My dad’s a lawyer, he thinks, is there any chance he could save us from this?

As if reading his mind, and said like the instigator that knows they’ll be thrown under the bus for suggesting this in the first place, Dale interrupts the train of thought with a sturdy “We can’t go to the police.”

“Dude, are you insane?” Kwan splutters, barely able to keep his gaze from flitting back to the crime scene. And holy shit, this really is a crime scene. “Dale, we can’t just try and bury this, that’s so much worse.”

“You’re only saying that because you’re a witness!” Dale snaps, looking overwhelmed but outsourcing it to aggression, eyes wide and afraid but brow furrowed. “You’re really gonna let us take the fall like that? We’re your friends.”

Kwan, to his merit, is standing his ground, despite looking incredibly green around the edges. In fairness, all three of them probably look that way. “I’d rather be a witness than an accomplice! I can’t- we can’t-!”

“We’re the only people here.” Dash interrupts numbly, and this is probably the second most awful thing he’s ever done apart from actual murder, but all that’s running through his head right now is I can’t go to jail. His life can’t be over with one dumb mistake even if Danny’s is. “Who’s to say it wasn’t you who did it? All the teachers have seen how we act around the school; we work as a group, always. They’re not gonna believe it was just one of us. They’re gonna believe it was all of us.”

This is his best friend, and he’s convincing him to help hide a body by threatening him, because Dash accidentally committed murder and this does not in the slightest feel like something that’s actually happening to him right now. The whole world feels like a smudged trail against the lens of a window pane. There are tears in Kwan’s eyes.

“I’m never fucking talking to any of you again.” Kwan spits, voice damp with distress. “You- You’re monsters for this. It stops being an accident the moment you start trying to cover shit up, I just- this is horrible.”

The realisation that he’s never heard his friend swear before is a thousand miles away, back in some world where Dash’s biggest problem was getting detention for making Mikey late to class on Tuesday. It would’ve been funny if it wasn’t sad. “But you’re gonna help us.”

His expression is the picture of helplessness, but he doesn’t say a word in retort. Silently, the agreement is made that no one is going to know.

Figuring out what they’re supposed to do with the body is a completely different ball game, though. Kwan had enough of an interest in forensic science (wrenched from him completely two minutes ago, but he can’t erase what facts he already has) to know that dead bodies are apparently heavy as Hell, and the woods is too far to carry one towards. It’d be a terrible idea to bury the body under or near the football field- the disturbed soil would be way too noticeable- but to get to any other place with easily accessible ground, they’d have to transport the body through town and none of them could drive. That doesn’t leave them with a lot of options.

“Behind the bike shed.” Dale exclaims suddenly. “The gap between the shed and the hedge is so tiny no one even goes there to make out- no one’ll even notice the difference.”

“But won’t people look around the school if someone got murdered here?”

Dale looks to the showers nobody bothered to turn off, and down at the body with glazed eyes. “They won’t know it was here if all the blood’s down the drain.”

There’s not much to argue with there. Dale has the forethought to go outside and make sure the coast is clear while grabbing a sheet of tarp from the equipment shed, bringing it back into the room with lips pursed into a hardset line.

Kwan keels over and spills his guts into the shower drains the moment Dash lifts the body, blood and water congealing at the back of Fenton’s head and spilling onto the floor, but no one says a word about it, they just wait until he’s finished. They wrap the body in the tarp until only the ends of his hair and the tips of his shoes are visible, and Dale directs the showerhead to wash away the gore. He tries not to squirm at the knowledge of what he’s holding in his hands right now, because if there’s any time to freak out it’s not now. Not when there’s still stuff left to do.

When they’ve gotten to the spot behind the shed, there’s already three shovels leaning against the back. Dash puts the body down underneath the hedge, and grabs a handle.

“Six feet.” He says. “And no one’ll have to know.”

It’s probably the most stupid thing he’s ever done other than trip Danny Fenton in the showers, but that same night, he goes back to the place they buried the body.

He doesn’t know why he thought it was a good idea. He hadn’t, most likely, but still, a piece of him felt like he needed to go back, that dumb part of his brain where all the morbid curiosity comes from and all his meanest ideas go. Regardless of the cause, though, at two in the morning not eight hours after they’d tried to flatten the soil, Dash is back at the grave.

His heart still aches with everything Kwan had said, begging them to just go to the police and come clean, because no matter how much he doesn’t want his life ruined he knows it already is. There’s not going to be any coming back from this- whether anyone finds the body and discovers their part in it or not, this is going to follow him for the rest of his life. That soil disturbed amongst the grass from upturning, wedged between the bike shed and the hedge, the ground shaking with motion.

…The dirt. The dirt’s moving. Why’s the dirt moving?

All at once, he jumps back about five paces and freezes stock still, gaze transfixed towards the soil rumbling like the epicentre of a personal earthquake. His mind is terrifyingly blank as he watches, hearing more and more coming from beneath as the time passes somewhere between a good few minutes and an eternity, something like muttering or moans permeating the earth.

A hand grasps for purchase as it breaks through the top layer of the soil- pale, grimy, and fuzzing at the edges with translucence. The palm finds flat ground some centimetres away, and with a sound like a grunt or a cry, the corpse pulls itself out of the ground.

Danny Fenton stands in full form before him, brown blood smudged across his temple from the back of his head and dirt caking every other inch of him. The tarp is sticking out from the ground like a tongue. “Hey Dash,” Fenton sighs, like he hadn’t just crawled out of his own unmarked grave alive. “What are you doing here? It’s… oh man, it’s totally past curfew. My parents are gonna kill me for sure.”

It’s that comment in particular that snaps him out of his stupor, catching the weird look in the other boy’s eyes. “Fenton, what the fuck?” His voice is half-wheezing with disbelief, surprised he’s able to breathe between it at all. This is impossible, shouldn’t be happening, but, this is Amity. The dead come back to haunt them all the time.

“What?” He asks blithely, before tilting his head to look back at the mound in the dirt, the hole that had been filled to hide him. “Oh, that? Don’t worry about it. No one comes back here anyway, and it’s not like they’ll care if they do.”

He can’t for the life of him process the calm in Danny’s voice. “You were dead.” He says. “I killed you. We buried you.”

“But you didn’t report it to the police, huh?” Not knowing how else to respond, Dash shakes his head. “Yeah, makes sense, they never do. Still, guess that gives me less issues to deal with in the long run, and I can’t really complain about that even if the morality of the whole thing bugs me. You really should tell people about these kinds of things before they find out on their own, y’know? Oh, but Dash?”

Fenton has his back turned by now, having stretched his limbs out and began to walk off during his talk, but he turns his head just a little, then. Just enough that Dash can see the glint of sharp teeth underneath his lips. Just enough for his eyes to catch green under a light that doesn’t exist.

“No one’s gonna believe you.”

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(When Kwan and Dale come to school with him the next day like nothing’s wrong, and they spot Danny Fenton talking with his friends by his locker like any other stupid day, they don’t say a word. They don’t make fun of him when he falls asleep in class after claiming to have had a ‘long night’, and they don’t tell their friends why they weren’t at Star’s house by eight, and they don’t ask Kwan to talk about it when they go to bathroom together at lunch and he has a panic attack over the sinks. Because Danny Fenton being alive is not possible, but if the dead won’t tell their secrets, then neither will they.)

(Neither will they.)

#tw death #tw murder #tw corpse #tw injury #Yes the title's from the Queen song I thought it'd be funny #ectoberweek2022 #day26 #dp fic #dp fanfic #danny phantom fic #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom #danny fenton #dash baxter #kwan dp #Bongo's Writing!!!

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mattmurdocksscars · 2 years

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Hello beautiful, contrats again!

O was thinking that I need a little angst in my life so... These two prompts

“all my friends told me you’d break my heart.”

“we can’t afford to do this anymore.”

For Llewyn Davis or maybe Matt Murdock?

Love you! ❤️

So... You've decided to break my heart? I see how it is.

Matt was doing it again. Pushing you away because he felt it wasn’t safe to be around you. Really, he was doing it because he felt he wasn’t good enough for you. You knew the routine by now, but that didn’t make it any easier.

Still, you were unprepared for Matt to actually break up with you.

You had been waiting up for him to come back from a night out. When he’d returned he’d been restless, wouldn’t let you help him at all, and he’d finally turned to you and dropped the bomb on you.

“We can’t afford to do this anymore.” You reared back as if he’d slapped you, not expecting something like that to come from him.

“Matt, what? What does that even mean.”

“You know what it means. You can stay the night but you should leave in the morning. We... we aren’t working out.” You scoff, gathering the pieces of his suit. He tries to take them from you but you rip them out of his grip.

“You know, Matt... all my friends told me you’d break my heart. And I told them that they were crazy, that you loved me, that you would never hurt me like that. But here you are, hurting me because you can’t let yourself be happy.” Matt reaches for his suit again and you hold it away from him. “No! No, you listen to me and then I’ll give this back.”

Matt says your name but doesn’t reach for the suit again. He looks positively broken and you know what you’re about to say will only break him more but he needs to hear it.

“I love you. Do you hear me? I love you, Matthew Michael Murdock. I love every single part of you, lawyer and devil. I knew exactly what I was getting into when I started dating you. I knew the risks and I decided to do it anyways. I made that choice. I did. So you don’t get to make the choice to leave because you’re scared. Because you think I can’t handle it. I’ve been handling it.”

Matt’s face scrunches up and for the first time in your relationship, he raises his voice.

“I can’t let anything happen to you, damnit!”

“Matt, what do you think will happen if you break up with me? Do you honestly think the criminals will just magically leave me alone? That they’ll just pretend we were never together? Or is it more likely that I’ll just be easier to grab?” You ask him and he flinches. “Didn’t think about that, did you?”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart, I just- I can’t- I can’t lose you. I can’t-” Matt sinks to his knees, bringing his hands up to cover his face. He’s trying to hide the way tears are welling in his eyes. You set his suit aside and kneel in front of him, gently grabbing his wrists. He fights you at first but eventually lets you pull his hands away from his face. Even though he can’t look you in the eyes, you look into his so he knows just how serious you are.

“Listen to me, Matt. If it will make you feel better, you can teach me self-defense. We’ll go to Fogwell’s and you can teach me everything you want me to know. But I am not leaving you. Do you understand? I meant what I said, Matt. I love you and I’m not going anywhere. Even when you push me away.”

Matt finally reaches for you and you let him pull you closer and bury his head in your chest.

“You’re too good for me. I’m sorry.” You gently run your fingers through his hair and hold him close to you.

“Maybe I am. Or maybe I just understand you. You’re forgiven, Matt. You’re forgiven.”

Matt spends the next week apologizing to you, sticking close to your side, and starts training you at Fogwell’s. He tries to make up for the way he treated you and you try to help him accept your love.

It’s not perfect, but it’s perfect for you.

#matt murdock x reader #matt murdock angst #follower celebration #this celebration is closed

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untaemedqueen · 2 years

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The Deal

Drug Lord!Yoongi x Coffee Shop Owner!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 29.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Mentions of Drugs and Drug Deals, Blood, Smut, Emotional Damage, Love, Gunshot Wounds

Warnings For This Chapter: Shorter Chapter, Fluffy

Your nails have never been so fractured and ripped, all the polish has been peeled off and the skin around your nail beds has been bitten clean.

"Calm down," Jin whispers soothingly in your ear.

All you can do is turn your head to him and narrow your eyes.

The courthouse is immaculate before your eyes and you roll the passenger side window down to get a better look at it.

The hearing this morning is private and it's so strange to know that Yoongi is just yards away behind closed doors.

"Repeat what you said," you order Taehyung.

He lifts his head from his phone, running his fingers over the tattoos over his kneecaps. "Younghan said that the court will have nothing to go on, since they lost the case folder for so long it's illegal as fuck and they'll have to drop the charges on hyung."

You hum in agreement, entering your finger into your mouth to rip whatever is left of your nail off.

Namjoon wraps his large hand around your wrist, tugging slowly and steady even when you fight against his grip. "Stop."

It's only been a few days since Taehyung came home but since you sent him into the penitentiary everything has been snowballing in the right direction.

Now with the case file finally in Younghan's hands, everything can get back to normal.

"Here, noona." Jeongguk breathes, passing you a granola bar and water.

You aren't hungry.

You're never hungry anymore.

With a simple thank you, you continue to stare ahead at the courthouse.

Jin's phone begins to ring loud and clear throughout the van, practically screaming for you to pay attention to it.

He picks up without hesitation and you can hear muffled words seeping through the silent vehicle.

"Y/N."

You tilt your head to him, coursing your fingers through your hair.

"Hyunwoo has gone AWOL, one of the young tigers thinks someone from the family in jail gave the Snakes a heads up."

You snort softly, shaking your head at the unbelievable news.

"If he thinks he can hide… he's mistaken. Once Yoongi finds out about it, he's dead on arrival."

Your brother snorts softly, leaning over the middle console to rub your belly and you knock his hand away with a sneer.

He holds his hands up innocently, clearing his throat and turning his attention to the court house.

Yoongi pulls at his prison jumpsuit, staring down at his given slippers.

Younghan sits down beside him, fixing his suit.

The drug lord looks around the empty courtroom and sighs softly.

"This better work Younghan," your boyfriend hisses under his breath.

His lawyer nods, pulling his briefcase up onto the table. "You pay me millions of dollars, of course this is going to work."

Yoongi's knee begins to bounce nonstop. He can only think of you, think of his unborn baby girl and getting home.

"Oh come on, they're really fucking me here," he whispers under his breath, watching the courts people walk slowly into the room.

He breathes a slight sigh of relief when he sees the judge.

Judge Kwon has been around since he was a teenager and although he hasn't been arrested in years, he can still remember all the times this judge took pity on him. Hopefully, he's the same.

Without even picking up the case file, the judge immediately narrows his eyes.

"Min Yoongi, right?"

The voice is stern and unwavering, making Yoongi a bit cautious to even reply. He doesn't sound the same.

"Hello, Judge Kwon."

With the shake of his head, he picks up the case file. "I thought I told you years ago that if I was to see you again, I'd lock you up for disturbing my peace."

"Yes, Sir. You did. But it's been a long time since I've been in cuffs like this."

The judge hums in agreement, looking over the drug lord with unsure eyes.

Yoongi doesn't dare break eye contact, making sure to show Kwon how much he's matured since the last time he was in a gray jumpsuit.

And somewhere along the way, the judge looked away first and began to converse with Younghan and begin the trial but Yoongi couldn't seem to hear anything but a low murmur. He found himself drifting within his thoughts towards you.

How big is your belly now?

How healthy do you look?

How worried must you be…

Just the fact that you're sitting yards away outside of the courthouse sends shivers up and down his spine like some kind of voodoo magic.

God, how he's missed you.

He's been waiting months to finally hold you in his arms again.

He looks down at his lap, twiddling his thumbs around one another.

Taehyung told him tales while they shared a cell and you were nothing like how he left you. He fucked you up and it's so completely unfair to you.

The drug lord looks up when the judge calls his name.

"Yoongi, if the case file was missing for so long, why didn't you say anything?" Kwon inquires.

Your boyfriend shrugs. "'Cause I knew it would work out. And if I told the prison guards… would they have believed me?"

Kwon nods, turning his attention back to Younghan and letting Yoongi's mind float adrift once more.

He doesn't know how everyone is going to take the disbandment of the drug business… but it's going to happen. He's not bringing a little girl into this world and having her in danger all the time.

He needs to be responsible.

He needs to-

"Min Yoongi, you're free to go."

His head raises and the smile that spreads onto his face is almost blinding.

It's a relief to not have to get back on the bus and head back to the penitentiary. And it's an even bigger relief that he'll be able to be back with you.

Yoongi stands up without another word, bowing to the judge and clapping Younghan roughly on the back with his hand as praise for a job well done.

The drug lord doesn't care that he's in a flimsy gray jumpsuit, he only wants to get out of the courthouse to see you but he decides that it'd be best to change. He doesn't want you to worry anymore, so he accepts his items from Banchae with a wink.

"Come on," you whine for the fiftieth time, putting your head back to the headrest.

When Younghan emerges from the courthouse without Yoongi, your heart stops.

A sob you didn't know was sitting high in your chest emits from you and it's so broken and so powerful that it makes all the others bow their heads.

"No," you cry sorrowfully, burying your face in your hands.

Your brother takes a sharp breath between his teeth, exiting the van to open your door and coddle you to his body.

"It's gonna be okay, noona," he promises.

"You fucking promised!" Taehyung screams, barreling towards Younghan with his hand wrapped around the gun in his belt.

The lawyer puts up his hands with shock written all over his face.

You feel like you can't even breathe, you can't even think, you can only mourn your life away in this exact moment.

Until you hear him.

"Hey! Relax!"

Your head springs up and another sob echoes through you like a harsh wave.

The sun is bright and beaming down on your handsomely dressed boyfriend. His hair is messy and unkempt but his features are breathtaking.

The past four months has left you so dead inside that the sudden push of life through your veins makes you feel nauseous and heavy.

Yoongi narrows his eyes at Taehyung but when he turns his attention to you, he melts at the sight.

"Baby doll," he breathes softly, taking off into a run to get to you faster.

When he embraces you, the way you cling to his body makes his eyes squeeze shut.

"Y-Yoongi," you gasp, coursing your fingers through his long black hair.

"Oh my baby," he cries softly, burying his face into your neck.

The drug lord's hands skim down your back until they itch towards your stomach.

You don't want him to pull away but when he does, the love that's etched onto his features makes your heart effectively stop beating within your chest.

"Look at you," he scoffs, getting to his knees in broad daylight for all to see.

All the family turns their attention away to give you all privacy and it's really just you and him in this moment alone.

You feel guilty now, you know your motherly affection for your bump has been lackluster at best.

"You're too skinny," Yoongi reprimands softly, pressing his forehead to your distended stomach.

"I'm sorry," you whisper childishly, still coursing your fingers through his locks.

"Hi, baby girl. Daddy's home." Yoongi chirps.

He can feel his throat burning and his eyes stinging and he doesn't care how he looks at this moment.

"I missed you," you sob softly.

When he looks up at you with soft mocha eyes, your heart begins to bleed again.

"I missed you, too, baby. More than anything," he whispers, drifting a hand over your bump.

When he stands up tall, casting a shadow over you that covers you in the most comfortable shroud, you smile for the first time in months.

His tattooed hand cups the back of your neck and he pulls you slowly toward him until his lips press to yours.

He's rough and unforgiving, showing you how passionate he is and how much he's missed you during his time away.

It makes your lips tingle and your limbs drunken with adoration.

He pulls away, only to hold you against his chest. You can feel how fast and hard his heart is beating and suddenly you want to forget about the months gone by without him.

"Let's go home, hmm?" he whispers in your ear, running a comforting hand over your back.

You nod childishly, breathing in his scent that is solely his and purely heart pounding.

Yoongi knows that after the excitement of being home is gone… There's going to be a lot of work to be done.

But thankfully that's not today.

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britney-rosberg06 · 2 years

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Stranger things has taught me two things

Never make plans for a date on Friday night

The duffers are cowards and bitches and they’ll be hearing from my lawyers

#Lumax #jopper #byler #stranger things #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #jim hopper #max mayfield #joyce byers #st4 spoilers

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hufflpuffin · 2 years

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Watching the Amouranth situation is so incredibly disheartening. I never followed her before, apart from seeing her as a guest on streams, but from the little I saw of her she has always seemed like a very intelligent and kind person. Hearing her husband scream at her like that was extremely triggering, it was real and genuine. I know exactly how it feels.

“Why doesn’t she just leave? Call the police? Call a lawyer?”

It’s hard to explain how entrapped it feels to be a victim of emotional (and physical) abuse. A lot of people who haven’t been victims of abuse only see a surface level of what it’s like, when theres an iceberg of reasons under the surface as to why it’s impossible, or feels impossible to do.

So let me explain from my own personal experience as a victim of abuse.

When I would threaten to leave my abuser or kick her out, she would threaten to kill herself. She has held a knife to herself before. Or she would get in her car and drive recklessly where I could hear the sound of her speeding around. She would call me and tell me if she got into a car accident and died, it would be my fault. She wouldn’t stop until I was in tears and begging for her forgiveness and for her to come home.

She would destroy things- nice furniture, home appliances, to the point where I was terrified of leaving because I didn’t want her to destroy my things. I didn’t want to leave or runaway because I was scared she would kill my dogs while I was gone. I would go to bed at night taking mental notes of the things in my room that I could use to defend myself if she came in at night and tried to kill me. We were also scared to kick her out because we knew she was vindictive enough to harm her baby, and going to court to get custody of the baby would be a nightmare.

And other times when I tried to leave, she would stand behind our car and prevent us from leaving without potentially running her over. She would scream and hurt herself in an attempt to cause a scene in public to embarrass and traumatize us so we would never do it again. She had no sense of privacy or shame, and would use it against you if you did. The few times cops were called, they did nothing. We didn’t want her to ruin her record, because it meant she would be more vindictive. People who feel they have nothing to lose can be extremely dangerous. It was easier mentally to give in and give her what she wanted.

Through this time I told NO ONE, and even my best friends still don’t know the extent of my abuse. People who did know were judgmental because we ��couldn’t figure our shit out.’ They would offer shallow solutions or say things like “i wouldn’t let it get that far” or “my family has discipline” or “just kick them out”. Some got conflicting information from my abuser who had a well-crafted persona, so rumors would spread and make my life a spectacle for the judgement of others. The few times I slightly hinted to my friends that things were bad, they were dismissive that it was normal to have fights with family, and I would stay quiet because I was more well-off than some of my friends, and I didn’t want to burden them or want them to judge me.

I still live with my abuser. Things get quiet for a while, bearable, livable, because you learn life is easier when you tiptoe around them instead of speaking up for yourself because that can set them off. You learn their warning signs and submit and hope one day they’ll fuck off and leave on their own or die because it’s easier than confronting them and dealing with everything that comes with it.

Now in Amouranth’s case, imagine that person also controls your bank account and social media accounts. On top of being your spouse, they’re your boss and you’re a sex worker. You’re not only giving yourself emotionally and physically to them as a partner, everything that you earn with your body is going through them as well. Someone who threatens you, degrades you, breaks your things, threatens your pets, threatens to cut you off from seeing family, threatens to take all your money, threatens to destroy your reputation and career. And throughout years and years, you’ve been conditioned to give in to him because it’s easier and safer for yourself mentally and physically than if you don’t.

All the while, you are already the victim of abuse by thousands of people online. People try to dox you and swat you, to the point police already know not to take calls about you seriously. You have stalkers completely unrelated who want to rape and kill you. People who have never met you hate you, because you are a successful woman and sex-worker. Imagine that all the evidence you give, physical proof, you are still being doubted- told it’s a stunt for publicity. Exactly something her abuser would spin to discredit her and prevent her from speaking out.

I can imagine how trapped Amouranth must feel. With the way things were cut off, I hope she is safe wherever she is, because as someone in a similar position, i’m terrified now that her husband has been exposed, he will hurt her out of vindictiveness. I know if I exposed my abuser like that, I would never see the end of it unless I moved away from my life entirely and left everyone behind.

Amouranth is incredibly fucking brave.

#amouranth #twitch #ok to rb #long post

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yasartmeme · 9 months

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Okay listen I know A Day Of Fallen Night came out in like January and I did buy it then but then life stuff happened but I’m finally sitting down to read it and I’m gonna put all my thoughts here and post it when I finish it

Okay that was just the PROLOGUE? It slaps but also that was like a story of its own

Okay so I’m like a quarter through now and I have thoughts

Kanifa is adorable and Samantha Shannon if you touch one hair on his head you will be hearing from my nonexistent lawyers

Is Wulf actually the child of Kalyba? That would be wild

Also, I genuinely have completely lost track of all the people in Wulf’s storyline apart from his Inys family and Regny I don’t know who the fuck the rest of these people are and I’m not sure if I’m supposed to

The conclusion I’ve come to is that Hroth is fantasy Iceland. Am I wrong?

Y’know I was expecting Dumai’s story to be a whole thing of the Emperor being evil and trying to kill her for being an illegitimate heir or something but my expectations have been subverted and now I love him

Update

Hot damn like half of this book’s side characters just bit the dust in about half a page

Listen I know their deaths were mentioned in Priory and I knew it’d happen but Glorian’s parents dying still hurts

Poor Glorian

Also where is Wulf? Is he dead? Lost at sea? Is he okay? I need him to be okay

Siyu’s run away again

That girl is a Grade A flight risk

I honestly did not see Nikeya as a love interest coming but its clearly heading in that direction and I think its gonna cause all kinds of chaos

Update

KANIFA NOOO Samantha Shannon what did I just say

This is almost as bad as when Kit died, all these poor loyal friends dying for dramatic effect

I love Wulf’s family so much. Mara gives me Meg vibes

Glorian is a badass and her and Wulf are suprisingly cute together

Okay I do not trust Canthe at all, I feel like she’s lying about everything

I’m trying to figure out who she is. I’ve got a running theory that she’s Kalyba (the Lady of the Woods) which I know is kind of insane but hear me out: who else do we know that’s seemingly immortal and ate from the hawthorne tree, who can also shapeshift into whatever form, who has been married and has lost a child? Plus they keep drawing attention to the loveknot ring (which is gold which Wulf said is for royal marriage) and I feel like that can’t be just a coincidence. The only question is why she’d be helping the priory. Maybe she wants to earn their trust so they’ll let her eat from the orange tree? That’s what she wanted from Ead in the first book.

I’m trying so hard to figure this out but I think I’m losing my mind

Aaaand the Emperor is dead

Someone should keep a kill count going on the number of dead leaders/royalty and authority figures in this book, if you took a shot every time like a drinking game you’d be hammered by this point

Or dead

I’ve said it before but I love Wulf, he’s so earnest and sweet and he’s just trying to be friends with everyone

He had every reason to refuse to believe in the priory or be suspicious but he just welcomed them as family with open arms

Y’know I wasn’t that invested in Nikeya and Dumai earlier but they’ve really grown on me, they’re super cute

I WAS RIGHT I WAS RIGHT OH MY GOD I WAS RIGHT MY PREDICTIONS ARE NEVER RIGHT SHE’S THE LADY OF THE WOODS!!!!!

AAAAAAAAHHH

I literally almost threw the book across the room in excitement

I’ve never felt more alive that was insane

Should I become a detective?

I feel like a genius

Update

God these battles are brutal

SUZUMAI???? SHE’S NINE HOW COULD YOU

I’m distraught

That bit where Wulf is talking to baby Sabran is so cute I might die

Dumai better not be dead, I won’t cope

Okay well I’m interpreting that epilogue that she’s completely fine living her new life on the mountain and Nikeya can go and visit her and everything is fine

In conclusion, this was amazing and also I read about half of this book in the past few days reading as much as possible and now I think I need to like sit and stare at nothing for a bit

Or maybe a nap

#a day of fallen night #a day of fallen night reaction #a day of fallen night spoilers #samantha shannon

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