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sophi-s · 10 months

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A Karen coworker wants to report me to our manager for "bad behavior"

This story is gonna be a long one but I need to give some background to make sure all makes sense. Don't mind any potential typos and grammar mistakes I fail to catch, I'm still kinda mad while I'm writing this and English ain't my first language. (I wanted this to go on r/F**kYouKaren but it got deleted :[ )

I work at a small confectionery at my hometown for minimal wage to try and get by. I work 8 hour day shifts (6 A.M. - 2 P.M.), 5 days week and my current job is baking cookies, filling them and such, as well as help with other things when I'm done with my stuff. Our kitchen squad consists 100% of women of various ages. I am the youngest member of the staff, nearing my 22nd birthday in autumn and funnily enough, I am good friends with the oldest member, we'll call her Katie (not her real name), who's almost 60 and preparing to retire due to unpleasant atmosphere.

The star of the story shall ofc be called Karen for reasons that will soon become apparent. She's not a stereotypical Karen when it comes to appearance but she's still the short, stocky woman (i'd guess) in her 40s. At the start, I was mostly not paying attention to her, treating her no different than I would anyone else. But I've made a horrible mistake of having the audacity to one day (abt 2 weeks into my new job) ask how you operate the oven with a touch screen as I had no clue what to do with him. The first warning of beginning a slow descent into madness was almost a year ago now and it was a massive, dramatic eye roll followed by unhelpful silence. Go figure. At that moment I knew we aren't gonna be friends.

In my defense, I tried to be nice to her. Saying "hi" to her every day and being as respectful as I could. All I received were scornful glares of entitlement and either more silence or a barely audible "Hey" through gritted teeth as though it would kill her to say it louder and nicer. The real show began when Karen started to boss me around, addressing me in a very disrespectful manner and talking as though she expected me to read her thoughts and know what she wanted me to do 5 years prior to even considering working there. She picks on me about the smallest things like a bucket being 1 inch out of place or a nearly invisible smear on a bowl. One time I was in line to the sink to wash my stuff when I heard "Do you have to stand here?" in a very mocking way. Apparently, Karen's butt is too big to walk around me, even though I was barely in the way, she had two-me-sized amount of space. And when I dared to say she has space to walk around while proceeding to wash my things, I saw Karen storming over to the other half of the sink (it's divided in two) and I already knew wht was coming when she lifed the heavy metal bowl she was holding. Now, I'm rather sensitive when it comes to sudden, loud noises and I tend to flinch at unexpected bangs or crashes and Karen noticed it, hence why she deliberately chucked that metal bowl into a metal sink. Thankfully I was prepared and remained calm despite the pang I got in my chest, merely raising an eyebrow. Karen's bullying goes farther than that, however. She chastised me for not washing the sink after I was done using it at the end of the shift (I took a rag to clean my table and intended to come right back to clean the sink too) and when I used a slightly-above-indoor voice, she went "You don't get to talk to me like that. You can talk like that at home to your mommy". Yes, this is the exact phrasing. Not only did she disrespect me as an adult, she also disrespected my mother. Mind you, my mom is disabled after a stroke she suffered in her mid 30s (plus mishandling of the situation by medical team) when I was just above 3 years old and I still remember to this day. We live in a small town so everyone knows about it. Every time I think about it today, I realize I could've lost her. I haven't received as much attention from my parents as dad had to provide for three kids and a disabled person. Still, I love her very much and I'm thankful she's alive. Every insult directed at her, I take super personally and I'm ready to throw hands to defend her. I was two seconds from doing something stupid when Karen said that. This only gets worse. Twice now, she's gone after me while I was in the freaking bathroom, yelling at me to "get off the phone", even though I entered barely two minutes before. Like, c'mon, let a woman sh1t in peace.

Overall, this delightful person has been treating me an Katie like garbage (other coworkers aren't very helpful). Okay, I admit, I talk smack abt her with Katie quite a lot but I feel like it's kinda called for. I might be a jerk but that's not the topic. Anyway, the story that pissed me off so much, happened today in the morning. And it's a combination of various things, actually. First of all, Karen uses the passive-aggressive approach, saying "someone talks too loudly. And those talks about cats and dogs make me want to puke". That was enough to sorta trigger me, I love my hellspawn of a cat and I enjoy talking about him with Katie while she talks about her dog. But since I'm not fond of confrontation, I kept my head down and muttered "go f yourself" under my breath, thankfully unheard by anyone. I never reply to provokation attempts, I just put every time she mistreated me in a bag for later. Not even 10 minutes later, I was laughing at something Katie told me. Then, after she went to buy some bread from the adjacent bakery that our boss, we'll call her Mary (not real name either), also owns, I heard Karen sh1ttalking me. She was like "She's being paid for working, not laughing!" (because I can't do both, obviously /s) and that was only the beginning. "She works for the same money as we do. That way, she might as well go lie down in the changeroom or go home" (yes, those cookies are baked by pixies and filled by invisible gnomes) "She's the youngest and has the most to say! I should report her to the manager, then the laughs are gonna end!"

Yes. She wants me fired because I had the gall to laugh at sth a friend told me. And she also talks like this out loud but as if I was not there or like I'm some emotionless, innimate object, unworthy of addressing. I just grit my teeth and ignored her to get my work done. And at that moment, I realized her strategy. This absolute b-word thinks I'm scared of her. She thinks she can tell whatever crap she wants to our boss and that I'll just quietly take it as I always do, then leave without a fight. I decided I've had enough. I dare you, Karen. Report me. Say what you wish. I am ready.

Just to make things clear. Mary has a son who used to go to the same class as I. He's my age and because of that, she kinda treats me like her daughter. Calls me with either a fond a dimunitive of my name or "darling" ect. and makes sure I always eat second breakfast during the workday. So even if she does confront me, she knows Karen can be a pile of garbage and despises confrontation as much as I do. So yes. I am looking forward to the day Karen musters enough entitlement to report me. I will just take that aforementioned bag of insults and bullying, use it like a baking mix and make a delicious sh1tcake, sprinkled with a perfect amount of sweet Karma, which I'll just smack her in the face with.

If I don't quit my job before it happens (I'm moving out), I will update the story. That being said, the conviction I stand by is that respect is not a privilege gained with age. You have to work for it and earn it. Karen hasn't done that despite me giving her a chance several times. I hope even if I don't have that particular confrontation, Karma will eventually get her at some point

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ultramagicalternate · 8 months

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ULTRAMagic Prelude Chapter 13

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“THIS… STUPID STUPID STUPID!” Blood-Wraith shouted as he threw his experiment against a wall, smashing it. Three days had passed since his previous trip to the Market District. “RARGH! WHY IS THIS SO HARD TO DO!?” He was encountering proper trial and error for the first time. It was not a fun experience.

Desislav just so happened to walk by when Blood-Wraith hurled another experiment. This one exploded and left a scorch mark on the wall. “Whoa! Take it easy, kiddo. Everything’s going to be alright” he said, walking over to prevent another fit.

“No, because this stupid experiment won’t cooperate…”

“Let me see your book, Blood…” Desislav tried to read Valentina’s book, but it was written in the language of the angels. “Uh…um…”

Blood-Wraith sighed. He could read it, thanks to Valentina giving him the knowledge to comprehend angel language. “It says that I need a catalyst of the earth, to influence the form and control the function of the crystals. I assumed sulfur was good enough, but it makes them burn out everytime.”

“Okay then… What are we trying to make?”

“Crystals that produce light.”

Desislav thought about what the catalyst could be. “Maybe try something like sugar?”

“Sugar? Pardon?”

“Well the catalyst needs to be of the earth, so what if it’s calling for something organic?”

Blood-Wraith pondered this idea. “What’s your logic?”

“Maybe sulfur is too harsh for what the transmutation is trying to do. Inorganic materials might be messing everything up… Here, let me grab some stuff from the kitchen!”

“Uh… okay then…” Blood-Wraith tried to reply as the eager satyr left.

A minute later, Desislav was back with bags of ingredients. “Alright, let’s try some of these instead.”

The procedure was fairly straightforward: melt a rock into lava with the fire-infused iron, drop the materials in, and transmute it. The sulfur would cause the resulting crystals to glow brightly and burn out… followed by the smell of rotten eggs. Other rocks such as flint or sandstone caused similar burnouts with varying smells. First up was sugar, which produced a crystal that admitted white light. Evidently this was the result that Blood-Wraith wanted. This satisfied him, causing him to take a breath of relief.

Desislav wanted to keep going as he saw potential with this project. Curiosity had gotten the best of him. The next ingredient to be tested was flour. This created a crystal that produced yellow light, albeit fainter than the white light crystals. Adding pepper caused the resulting crystal to give off a red light and heat up when held. The use of honey led to the crystal in question to be golden and admit a sweet smell in one’s hand. Herbs all had the same type of results: a blue light that had a very fragrant smell. All very interesting results to be sure.

“OH! Let’s try sugar and pepper” Desislav suggested.

“Okay…” Blood-Wraith got everything ready, adding the two ingredients. This crystal gave off pink light, but holding it caused a warm beam to shoot out from it. The two quickly realized this was a laser of sorts, capable of heating things up.

“Well ain’t that nifty? This would beat out flint any day of the week” Desislav commented as he held the crystal in a way as to not activate the laser.

“Organic catalysts… did she…” Blood-Wraith exhaled. “Yup. Right here. I completely missed it.”

“Hey, no big deal. Everyone makes mistakes. Plus how young are you again?”

“A couple of months?”

“Exactly. The fact that you’ve gotten this far at such a young age is impressive in and of itself” Desislav pointed out.

Something then occurred to Blood-Wraith. “Hey, where’s Dragoslava? I haven’t seen her yet today.”

“I believe she got up early to go check out a new location.” Desislav had to get out of the way as Blood-Wraith bolted for the doorway.

“Where did she go?”

“The Storm Plateau, I believe.”

Blood-Wraith was not sure where that was, but he had Leif. “Alright, feel free to keep messing around…” he trailed off.

“...but I can’t… read your book.” Desislav looked at the table and shrugged. What could he do at the moment?”

Leif was resting in a park when Blood-Wraith came flying over. “Ah, Blood-Wraith. Getting the hang of your dragon form?”

“No time for chit chat, take me to where my sister is heading!”

“The Storm Plateau? Dragoslava isn’t in any danger, as it’s a fairly normal place. If you insist on going, hop up on my back.”

Blood-Wraith was shocked that Dragoslava went off on her own. Was it really that boring of a place? Or was his sister being impulsive? Regardless, the two were catching up to her. She was riding a motorcycle across the dusty landscape, another custom built vehicle of hers. The bike roared as she sped along. Dragoslava had sensed that Leif and Blood-Wraith were approaching, but she had to focus given that she was going at top speed. Upon reaching what appeared to be a thunderstorm, the three came to a stop. They arrived at an expanse of land…just land. Thunderclaps continuously went off and the wind gusts battered the area.

“Sister! Why’d you leave without me?!”

“Hey, Blood! I just figured since this is a chill locale, I’d leave you to your studies” Dragoslava said as she took off her helmet. “Also jeez, Leif. Just how fast were you going? I started at the crack of dawn.”

“Well hey, you can’t outrun time” Leif answered with a chuckle.

For some reason that response gave Dragoslava a bit of a chill. “Right. Since you’re both here, let’s roll.”

The plateau was mundane, yet very interesting. Plantlife there had the properties of electricity and magnetism. This was also observed in the rocks and boulders. Wanting some of the flora for Kresimira’s gardens, Dragoslava collected as many seeds as she could while taking notes. The humming and buzzing of the environment seemed to be in rhythm with the storms above them. Leif surmised that the land was influenced by thunderstorms across the multiverse. There was a distinct lack of rain, possibly indicating that this part of the Unlight was guessing as to what stormy weather was like.

“Well that was fun, but I think we’ve seen enough, ha. What say you guys?” Dragoslava asked.

Leif nodded. “Fine with me, but why do I have this odd feeling?”

“What do you mean, Leif?” Blood-Wraith inquired.

“It feels… familiar here.”

The ground shook. “Leif, it’s been a while” a voice boomed. Across from the group a stone formation trembled, shaking away loose rock. A giant face was revealed that appeared to be made of stone. It did not move, but both of its glowing eyes opened.

“Colossus!? You’re…alive? No, wait… you’re asleep? Didn’t you finish your duty? Why didn't you…”

“THIS IS CONFUSING!” Tyrant exclaimed.

The colossus chuckled. “My apologies. When my duty was finished, I laid down to rest. I had a premonition a long time ago that one day I would need to fulfill a new task. This led me to decline reincarnation.”

“Really? Are you… do you… what possible task could that be?” Leif responded.

“It is unclear at the moment. I assume I will be elucidated when the time comes.”

Leif paused in terror, having just realized something. “Oh God… please tell me this place isn’t going to be destroyed...”

“Sadly it will be, brother. A silver haired mage with a great rage like few others will raze this land with lighting and glass. On the bright side, this will lead to my reinvigoration… Leif, you need to let go.”

“I know,” Leif whined. He then walked off to pout and complain.

Blood-Wraith was lost. “What’s the matter with him? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“He has lost several of his favorite places in the past. Once in the epoch of the Cosmos, and twice in the Unlight itself. I imagine he’s also feeling a surge of emotions right now” The Colossus answered. “While my brother calms himself; Blood-Wraith, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Another primordial that knows Blood? Alright, spill the beans. What’s going on here? Why are all of you so familiar with him?” Dragoslava asked.

“He’s the son of The Nightmare of Old… or one of them, at least.”

“What?” Blood-Wraith was at a loss for words, yet he had a feeling that this made sense.

“As you can probably tell by now, not all primordials are the same, nor share the same fate. In regards to the Nightmare, they are numerous. The same goes for the counterpart, The Dream of Old. Now some primordials gave birth to children. One such case was The Sulfur of Old and The Mercury of Old. They were originally forces of creation, but fell in love with each other. This led to them producing three children. This was forbidden by God, however. As a result, the power of these two lies with the Evangelist and Watchman now. Despite all of this, Blood-Wraith is a special case. The primordial that fathered him had reincarnated, then was reborn in the image of his original form. As for the rest of the birthing process, I am not at liberty to say” the Colossus explained.

“Oh… so does that make me a primordial?” Blood-Wraith wondered.

“No, but we do view you as our nephew. Even the Lich realizes this. Speaking of the Lich, do you two know what you are doing by accepting the task of dealing with him?”

“There’s something else to this?” Dragoslava was a bit confused.

“Well of course, Ms. Raynot. You’re continuing the task of your ancient ancestors. Where did you think your people’s namesake came from?” The Colossus chuckled. “If you don’t believe me, explore The Lunar Archive of The Singing Storm Tower. It’ll tell you more than my hazy memories ever could.”

Dragoslava stared at the colossus for a moment. “We need to head back. This has got me intrigued.”

“Before you two go, allow me to bestow a gift to Blood-Wraith…” A green flame appeared before the face of the Colossus, then calmly went into Blood-Wraith. “A fragment of my soul.”

“YES! That one felt right! Thanks, Uncle Colossus!”

The Colossus laughed. “You’re very welcome, nephew. Stay on the path you’re on and you will attain the answers you desire. Personally I have a good feeling about you, Blood-Wraith.”

“You know what? FINE! If it means the return of one of my brothers, FINE!!” Leif proclaimed.

“Easy, brother. No need to get so worked up…”

Leif groaned. “Why are you always right? Fine, but I am coming back to check up on you periodically.”

“Fine with me. The monotony is getting quite bothersome after all.”

After saying goodbye, the trio began their return home. Blood-Wraith was feeling confident with his wolf form, so he elected to race Dragoslava back to the city. It was obvious that he was not fast enough to compete with a motorcycle yet, so his sister let him win. Afterwards they made their way to the lift station while Leif returned to his park to brood. He had a lot of thoughts and feelings to process. Back at the tower, Blood-Wraith and Dragoslava were immediately greeted by Desislav. He brought them to the dinning hall where the others were, all of them sampling various cakes. The curious satyr had been toying around with food-based alchemy while the two were off on their adventure.

“I got a little carried away with my crafts. You two are hungry, right?”

“Yeah, I’d say so after everything we just did,” Dragoslava replied.

Kresimira wiped some frosting off of her face. “Welcome back, Drago, Blood-Wraith. Have a good time?”

“Yeah! I even got to meet another one of my uncles” Blood-Wraith answered as he sat down.

“Uncles you say? How fascinating…” Corentin remarked.

Tusk noticed Blood-Wraith’s newest eye color. “Blood, you found another fragment?”

“Yup, Uncle Colossus gave it to me. Now which cake first?”

Kresimira pointed to the one closest to him. “Try the chocolate with mint frosting. It is amazing.”

“Where’s Leif by the way?” Desislav inquired.

“Oh don’t worry, he’s off being a mood. He’s got a lot on his mind” Dragoslava answered.

Blood-Wraith nodded. “Yup. If everything goes right, one of his brothers will return,” he added. He then ate his slice of cake. It was quite delicious.

Next: Chapter 14

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sillygooseun · 9 months

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hmm am i feeling like a crumpled up piece of paper lying here, old cardigan under someone’s bed, searching for signs in a haunted club, wanting was enough for me it was enough, i’ll paint the kitchen neon, you were my town now i’m in exile seeing you out, i can change everything about me to fit in, i can go anywhere i want just not home, pulled my car off the road to the lookout could’ve followed my fears all the way down, i got wasted like all my potential, yes i got your letter yes i’m doing better, this pain wouldn’t be forevermore, and the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up, i was a dreamer before you went and let me down, i can’t say hello to you and risk another goodbye, distance timing breakdown fighting silence the train runs off it’s tracks kiss me try to fix it would you just try and listen, you said i’m sorry i didn’t make it and i said i’m sorry too, and now they’re screaming at the palace front gates used to chant my name now they’re screaming that they hate me, they see rught through me can you see right through me i see right through me, will you still want me when i’m nothing new, give me back my girlhood it was mine first. or am i feeling more oh my love is a lie, karma is my boyfriend, i could build a castle out of all the bricks they threw at me, i forgot that you existed, i like shiny things but i’d marry you with paper rings, my baby’s fit like a daydream, and here’s a toast to my real friends, in a storm in my best dress, she wears short skirts i wear t shirts, our song is a slamming screen door sneaking out late tapping on your window, you are the best thing that’s ever been mine, and by the way i’m going out tonight, i shake it off, we never go out of style, it’s nice to have a friend, stay stay stay i’ve been loving you for quite some time time time you think that it’s funny when i’m mad mad mad, did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room, i promise that you’ll never find another like me, we are never ever ever getting back together, big reputation big reputation, there goes the loudest woman this town has ever seen, drop everything now meet me in the pouring rain kiss me on the sidewalk take away the pain, you know i love a london boy, they don’t know about the night in the hotel, i’m only up when you’re not down, on a crowded street in 1944 and you were headed off to fight in the war, i don’t wanna keep secrets just to keep you, and i scream for whatever it’s worth i love you ain’t that the worst thing you ever heard he looks up grinning like a devil, he got my heart beat skipping down sixteenth avenue, only bought this dress so you could take it off, i had the time of my life fighting dragons with you. hmmm girlhood is a spectrum. am i sad girl autumn or hot girl summer. sad and miserable or happy and skippy. hmm. details details details.

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softscummymammon · 3 years

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€Unexpected Acquaintance€

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Sukuna just wanted this day to end. He was already in a bad mood from the storm last night, where he got little of his much needed sleep, and his mood had only gotten worse when he was faced with a bunch of "nature friendly" bastards protesting near the docks where his boat was tied down.

Now, he just wanted to get his daily load of fish for the market, and have a nap without dealing with any other goody two shoe hypocrites. He could already feel the headache building up behind his eyes.

Though the gentle rocking of the boat over the surface of the water did ease him slightly. People besides other fishermen were always so confused when he actually said something about himself and it happened to his be career in fishing. They were always so astounded when he said he could stay on a boat for a whole day. Weaklings, all of them.

Rubbing at his sore eyes, Sukuna glared at the surface of the horizon and took a sip of the alcohol in his canteen. Tucking the tin back into his wader's pocket, he patted the pocket for safe keeping.

Walking to the front of the boat, he checked his net markers he left a few days ago. Sukuna gasped when he saw his marker bobbing up and down frantically. Getting his equipment ready, he tugged on some gloves and grabbed at the net right under the marker.

Taking a breath, Sukuna started tugged on the net. Grabbing every piece of net coming from the water, Sukuna huffs as he pulls the net further and further from the water. The sound of splashing water reached his ears and he smirked in victory.

Putting all the access netting into one hand, Sukuna quickly reaches behind him for the mechanical hook. The machinery on his boat was built and bought by him only, so only he knew how it worked. By reaching for the net first, he can easily tie the access onto the hook and pull up the rest of it out of the water.

Doing exactly what was needed, he tied the net to the hook and grabbed onto the leaver and started cranking the leaver clockwise. The machinery raised the net out of the water better than he ever could. The load he hauled onto his deck made him smile and rub his hands together gleefully.

" This shipment is definitely worth a pretty penny. Now, all I gotta do it sort you out, fish sticks. "

*Slap* "Who you callin' fish sticks, blubber mouth?! "

Sukuna froze. Looking up, he raised his hand to his face and wiped away some water the fish that had been thrown at him left on his cheek. Peering down at the fish now flopping on his deck, he gave the thing a death glare; as if that would give him any answers. He must really be going crazy-

"Up here, blubber-for-brains. "

His eyes snapped up towards the voice. But the air in his lungs escaped as if they were punched out of him. A human(?)'s upper torso was visible at the top of the net. It was leaning against the hook of the machinery and was throwing and catching a fish in its hand.

Sukuna raised a brow, " What the fuck? "

The thing raised one of its brows back, " Nice use of language, Oh Smart One. I thought you humans were supposed to be intelligent. Though, every one of your kind I've encountered uses fowl language, so smarts must just be a myth. "

Sukuna growled at the things snarky commentary, " Oh yeah? And what kind of intelligent creature like you gets stuck in a fishing net, huh? So much for being smart. "

The thing snarled, showing off rust colored stained teeth dyed by no doubt blood as sharp as many of Sukuna's own fileting knives. It held tightly onto the fish in its hand, " Watch your mouth, human, I still got a whole lotta of ammo here, and your face is lookin' like a big ol' target from where I'm sittin'. "

Sukuna rose an unimpressed eyebrow and pulled out a harpoon gun he kept in the captain's quarters, " Mine hurts worse. "

The thing flinched back and hissed at the gun, but slowly set down the poor he probably squeezed to death in his panic. The thing made a whiny sound in the back of its throat, " I didn't choose to get stuck here. I was getting chased by some shark mers. Those nasty ones only know the smell of blood and the next potential meal. I'd choose to be anywhere else right now, trust me. "

Sukuna huffed, " Yeah, sure. " Putting away the gun, Sukuna sighed and looked back up to the sulking thing. Looking closer, he was the slightest shine of scales decorating the cheeks, neck, and forearms of the thing. Its eyes were steely and sunken in, as if it's seen things beyond it's life time.

Sukuna chuckled upon realization, " You're a mermaid, aren't you? "

The mer scoffed, " Merman, thank. But 'mer' is just fine. I still don't get why ya humans always gotta gender code things. Damn, just call us what we are? "

Sukuna chuckled again, " What? Nuisances? "

The mer hissed again, " We wouldn't be if ya humans knew to keep to yerselves. Ain't this section of the coast off limits to fishers like yerself? "

Sukuna shrugged, not giving an answer. The mer scoffed and crossed it's arms over it's chest. Sukuna looked at it up and down, taking in everything he could. He hummed delightfully.

The mer must have caught on, " What'cha lookin at me fer? Think I'm some sorta snack for yer to eat? "

Sukuna shook his head no, " Nah, I was just rememberin how much one of your kind goes to sell on the blackmarket. You gotta be worth something. No rich bastard would give up the opportunity to call a thing like you pet. "

The mer's eyes went thin, but already creamy skin paled considerably, " You wouldn't... "

Sukuna rose a brow, " Oh, and why wouldn't I? I could definitely use the money. "

The thing stayed quiet, before it soon started to shake. Sukuna was about to sneer and comment about it being weak, but paused when a face formed from agony and rage shot up to glare at him. Sukuna had to keep himself from tensing and tried to look as calm as he could be.

The mer growled, " That's all that ya humans are. Selfish and greedy monsters only willing to do something if you get money in return. Do you know how many of our kind is sacrificed, hunted, and killed just so the others can live? Just so you humans can play god and reap what we mer's sew. "

Sukuna gulped, remembering the auction show he was emailed an invite to since he contributed a large amount of fish to the CEO of the company. It was a disgusting show of wealth. How millionaires and billionaires fought over a small little thing that held a resemblance to the one right in front of him.

The mer wasn't done, but tears of grief started to roll down it's eyes, " How many of our guppies, our children, are pulled from our arms to be sold like live stock?! You are no better! "

Sukuna had enough of this tantrum, " Do not bundle me with those people! I'd never harm a child, even if I am considered a monster by other people. I will not allow it to be done by a fish like you! "

The mer shrunk back, breathing irregular and struggling, like a faint wheeze. It swallowed roughly and looked away. Sukuna rumbled, now over flowing with guilt he felt he should not harbor. Looking back up, he became slightly alarmed at the shallow and wheezy breaths the mer was taking.

Mer's need water, his mind supplied. Sukuna growled, and hackles raising when he caught the mer flinching again. Walking away from the net, he went down below deck on got out a giant glass tank he kept in case he needed to keep a fish alive for more profit.

Taking it up the stairs and on to the deck, he set it down on some secure boxes and grabbed a bucket to start filling it with water. He had to make haste though, or the mer would die from drownin? Suffocation? And all of this work would be for waste.

Once the tank was full and covered from the beating ray of the sun, Sukuna walked over to the leaver controlling the hook and rotated it counter clockwise. He watched as the machine lowered the net onto the deck and he let go of the leaver. Once the machine stopped, he stepped up to the net and untied it.

Being this up close and personal to the mer, he watched as the sun made the scales look iridescent. Slipping his arms underneath the torso of the fish being, he pulled it out of the other fish and dragged it towards the tank. The mer roused slightly, trying to fruitlessly push Sukuna away. The bigger man scoffed and dropped the mer into the tank.

The reaction was instant, the mer took a deep breath through the large gills covering it's side and it slumped against the rim of the glass tank. Sukuna watched, looking at the mer's tail that could he classified as art in itself. It was beautiful, though he would never admit it. The thin tarp Sukuna draped over some boxes didn't stop the light from the sun bouncing off the glittering scales.

Sukuna's gaze went back up to the mer's face, startling to see the mer was also looking at him. It's hair fell in it's face, blocking out most of it. It puffed, blowing some of the strands out of it's eyes to get a better look.

Sukuna hated the way his chest constricted at the show. The mer raised a webbed hand, and Sukuna slowly took it and shook it. He made a face when he pulled it back and fake gagged at the slimy feeling left on his skin. The thing laughed at his disgust and shook it's head, getting water everywhere.

It smirked, " The name's _____ _____. What's yours, blubber man? "

Sukuna sneered at the nickname, " That's not my name. It'd Sukuna Ryoumen, nothing else. "

The mer smirked, " Well now I gotta call you that every time I address ya. "

Sukuna growled, " Don't you dare. " The glint in the fish's eyes didn't quell any of the building dread that sat in the bottom of his stomach. He really debated on if he should sell the fish or not.

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#anime headcanons #jjk x male reader #ryōmen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #x male reader #male character #mermaid male reader #sukuna ryoumen x reader #sukuna x male reader #tw blood #tw gore #tw fishing #tw harmful endangerment #alternate universe

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tothemeadow · 3 years

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Saw the summer event and immediately came running- ok! Can I order a hotdog with ketchup and hot sauce, with a side of onion rings to share with Sanemi?? Please and thank you!

Glad to hear you're excited! Thank you for joining!

Summer Feelings Event

'love shack' / Shinazugawa S. x Reader

warnings: NSFW, public sex, fingering, dirty talk, slut shaming, impregnation kink

words: 1,249

“Oi, oi, oi! I told you to watch your step, you brats!”

“Screw you, man! It’s not my fault that I got pinched by a crab!”

“Maybe you’ll get lucky and it’ll be a jellyfish next time!”

“Sanemi, knock it off,” you scold as you poke your head out of the lifeguard station. “They’re just kids.”

With a grunt, Sanemi lowers his megaphone. The kids – more like preteens – merely flip Sanemi off and take off running. “And it’s just a crab,” he snips. “They don’t have to scream bloody murder over the fucking thing.”

You scoff in amusement. “Just wait until you have your ownkids.”

At that, Sanemi snaps his head in your direction, his eyes going wide. “Are you… pregnant?” he asks, voice dropping low.

“No,” you say with a snort. You hold back a huff of laughter as his muscles visibly loosen. “Well,” you continue, a mischievous lilt to your tone, “unless you want me to be.” You innocently bat your eyes at him.

Dragging a hand down his face, Sanemi glances to either side of the station, looking for any potential voyeurs. “Didn’t peg you as the type to want to do it during work,” he throws back, his tone nearly matching yours.

“You didn’t peg me yet.”

“…Ah, shit.”

Before you know it, Sanemi is storming around the corner of the station, grabbing onto your forearm and forcibly yanking you out of the public’s sight. You giggle at his burst of excitement and the glare he throws your way. You always know what buttons to push, don’t you? Looking sexy as hell in the little one-piece swimsuit, hair pulled back and away from your neck – fuck, if you don’t drive him crazy on a regular basis.

“Someone’s acting like a needy slut, aren’t they?” Sanemi growls as he backs you into a corner. His tanned skin smells like sand and salt water, warm to the touch and just begging for your hands to drift all over him. Bright red trunks hang from his lithe hips, the waistband low enough to show off his V-line and the light trail of hair underneath his belly button. “Whatcha looking at, sweetheart?” he sneers.

“Something tasty,” you merely say.

A growl slips through Sanemi’s lips as he pushes a muscular thigh between your legs. “Dirty little troublemaker, thinking about cock while you’re on the job.” He clicks his tongue. Reaching around, he promptly slaps your ass, a slight smirk coming to his face when the tiniest noise graces his ears. “What was that? Shit, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you liked that, huh?”

“You like it just as much, buddy,” you taunt.

“Shut up.”

“Make me.”

That’s the last fucking straw. Another angry noise rumbles in Sanemi’s chest as he shoots forward, claiming your lips in a fiery kiss. Shit, you don’t even know if it can be called that; it’s nothing but a mess of tongues and bites, and it doesn’t surprise you that Sanemi’s cock stirs to life against your thigh. He’s always liked it rough, after all. He only further proves that point as he steadily rocks you against his thigh, flexing the muscle and smirking whenever you moan into his mouth.

“Stupid fucking thing,” he breathes, pulling away and mouthing at your jaw instead. He means your swimsuit, obviously, especially with the way he keeps snapping the edges digging into your asscheeks. “This ain’t no uniform – this is a tease.”

A surprised noise bursts from your throat as he hanks the straps down your arms, causing your breasts to pop out. Your nipples stand to attention, looking deliciously pert and oh so welcoming. “That’s fucking better,” Sanemi snarls. Dropping his mouth, he eagerly lathers your breasts with attention, sucking in each nipple one at a time while a hand plays with the other.

It doesn’t take long for his other hand to reach down between your legs and push the fabric of your swimsuit to the side. You slap a hand over your mouth as two fingers easily push their way inside your pussy. Sanemi openly groans around a breast, his thumb seeking out your clit and rubbing circles into it.

“Shit, you really are a slut, huh? Feel how fucking wet you are, baby? We’re in public, don’t you know?” A wicked smile blooms on his face. “Think you can keep it down while I fuck you dumb?”

“Sanemi-“ You cut yourself off with a squeal as he slaps your ass again.

“Answer the question.”

With a feeble nod, you reach down and hold your swimsuit away from your quivering pussy. Sanemi sucks a sharp breath in through his teeth, his gaze flickering between your sopping cunt and the desperate look on your face.

“Now that’s a good little slut.”

Shuffling his trunks off, his cock springs to attention, the tip red and oozing precum. A hand drifts down your thigh, clenching onto it in a strong hold before hiking it upwards and settling in on his hip. His cockhead brushes against your slit, gathering your arousal; you groan as he rocks his hips into you, his cock just barely slipping past your folds.

“Sanemi, come on, just fuck me already-“

“You said you wanted me to get you pregnant, right? Maybe I should - you know, pump all my cum into that tight cunt of yours and make your belly swell. You’d like that, huh? Be all fucking swollen with my kid? Lemme make you mine¸ baby, and let everyone else know, too.”

“Oh, Jesus,” you breathe. Sanemi sucks in another breath when a fat drop of slick gushes onto his cock.

“Good slut. I’m gonna fuck you know, got it? Hopefully I don’t break a wall.”

And shit, he does; his cock slips inside you and fucks you good, all nice and deep. You deserve this because you’re a fucking tease, just a little slut wanting a healthy dose of cock and wanting her insides painted white. Oh, and Sanemi is here to deliver. He sucks on your bouncing tits while he ruts into you, groaning whenever your velvety walls refuse to let him go. You cling onto him for dear life, eyes rolling into the back of your head once he focuses on your g-spot and rams his cockhead into it.

“Fuck,” Sanemi seethes, his hand slapping your ass again. “You’re so fucking hot, holy shit.” You can tell he’s getting desperate, that his orgasm is drawing closer. He snarls into your ear like a wild animal, his relentless pace turning sloppy. “I’m gonna cum in you, you little slut. I’m gonna fill your fucking insides and make you all nice and big. You can do that for me, yeah? Be my sexy little mama?”

It shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, but holy shitdo your insides squeeze around his cock, just as eager to have him shoot his load into you. His fingers play with your clit while he pants into your ear, his hips jerking unevenly as his orgasm finally washes over him.

“Fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming,” he grunts. “Cream on my cock, baby. I swear to god if you don’t I’ll make sure you won’t walk-“

His filthy words are enough to do you in; with a hand muffling your shout, you convulse around him. The fingers hanging onto his shoulder dig into the muscle, leaving crescent shapes in their wake.

Hehe, all in a day’s work, you guess.

Tag list @tokito-inosukes-wife @honey-deerling @heyitssonnnyx

#kny #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #shinazugawa sanemi x reader #sanemi shinazugawa x reader #summer feelings event

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dimonds456 · 4 years

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Gem Steven’s gem is flipped upside-down. (Theory/Speculation time!)

SPOILERS FOR @spudinacup’s SU AU “Gone Wrong”!

Also WARNING: long post!

So recently, someone pointed out that Steven has a scar on his torso going across his gem’s location, which I found interesting in and of itself. Makes sense, since he wasn’t able to heal it since he DIED and his gem was shoved out of his body before it got the chance to heal him. That slash mark is there now. Wow, neat! Nice detai-

Wait.

Hold on a sec.

Is his gem... flipped upside-down? Well, it’s been like this for a while, maybe it’s just a creative choi-

...oh.

This is VERY intentional.

So I did some digging, and found much more symbolism and possible foreshadowing, and now I want to throw out my theory about Gem Steven here, including his potential arc and character development. I’ll try to keep everything brief while still blowing your minds, and I’ll try to get across what my jumbled mind has come up with.

Spud please notice me.

I will not be uploading photos to go with everything I say (go reread the comic after this and verify for yourself what all I’ve said), but I’ll show visuals when they’re necessary. I do not claim ANY of this art as mine (I wish my art was this good ;u; ), all of it belongs to Spudinacup and their SU AU, which has all kinds of hidden symbolism, foreshadowing, and visual cues we haven’t picked up on yet, as I’ve just learned while researching this theory. This ain’t your run-of-the-mill AU, everything in here is intentional. Scott Spud doesn’t do coincidences. So I’ll point out that stuff in screenshots.

Okay let’s go.

SO! To begin with, let’s talk about why his gem may have flipped, and to realize that, we have to know when. We don’t see the gem much, but we do see it constantly through Chapter 1, where it is normal. The pentagon is pointed upward. However, in Chapter 2, this is where we see it flipped upside down. When did that happen? We didn’t see it. I believe it happened in that first scene in the bathroom, right after we left. The butterflies were swarming angrily, and Steven was very lost in thought.

Notice whenever those butterflies appear. They seem to show up every time he thinks about who he is. Is he still Steven, or is he someone else now? Steven is dead. Everyone is mourning him, trying to heal him, but Gem is still here. So if Steven is dead, but Gem is still alive, that must mean he isn’t Steven then, right? But then that undoes everything we learned in “Change Your Mind.” He IS Steven. He’s always been Steven. But that’s when they were together...

...And so the butterflies swarm.

Notice how the first one shows up when he looks at himself in the mirror. When you look in a mirror, you should see yourself, right? But who IS he? In the show, butterflies represent thoughts and ideas, mostly dark ones, disturbing ones, or ones you don’t want to think about. Well, he already spent WAY too long proving who he was, so now to do it again sucks.

But he isn’t Steven anymore. He’s on the couch being mourned. But he’s already proved he IS Steven before, and it’s this uncertainty that is making his mind swirl. I believe this is why he flipped his gem. Just upside-down, so it’s a small thing no one will notice, while he tries to figure it out. In doing so, he’s separated himself from “Steven”, as they’re not one and the same anymore, and the flipped gem shows this. He’s someone else right now. Maybe. He’s not sure.

So what do we call you for right now? Steven. He already proved he was Steven, so until he’s proved otherwise, Steven it is. Now he just has to figure out what exactly that name means and wether or not he still fits that quota.

Flipped gem/Pink Diamond imagery is EVERYWHERE, mostly hidden in drastic shadows or in panels. It’s things you don’t notice at first, until they’re staring you in the face. See if you can spot them from the 3 screenshots below.

There’s probably more hidden throughout the comic, these are just the ones I’ve found that I feel confident enough to show as hard evidence.

So, what does it all mean? We’ll talk about the screenshots in order, left to right.

First, the Diamond is hidden as the panel in the center. In it, Human Steven lies upside down while the gem-panel is technically upside right. This can be interpreted in a few ways, but what that means to me is that something isn’t right here. If you flip Steven back around so he’s upside right, the gem is now upside down. Notice Gem Steven looking towards his human half on the bottom panel there, clutching his shirt over his gem. It’s a motion we’ve seen Steven do a TON throughout the show, anytime he’s thinking about Rose/Pink, who he is, or complicated gem stuff as a whole. Because early on, his identity was always shrouded in shadow. THAT is Steven, on the couch, without his gem. So for Gem Steven to call himself Steven is inaccurate, but also not at the same time. It’s all swarming in his head, and thus, the gem is flipped.

Next, he’s just broken the rejuvenator. This was probably the hardest to spot of the three, but if you look at the panel where Bismuth asks “feel better?” you will see, in the background, a white line cut through the soft pink hues. Look closer. It’s the outline of the gem, but it’s flipped correctly this time. This is because Bismuth seems to be the only person NOT saying Steven is dead, and treating his gem half one and the same. Is she unnerved? Yeah, but who WOULDN’T be? This is still Steven we’re talking about, as emotionally blocked as he is. He’s aware of why everyone is being weird around him, so to see Bismuth trying her best to treat him with familiarity instead of a completely different, new, dangerous stranger is really calming and helps to calm the storm a bit.

Notice the gem is flipped correctly. This is because he feels like Steven right now. Bismuth has been constant confirmation that he is still Steven, no matter the circumstances. Notice how his eyes dialate back to a larger size. They do that a lot in the comic, articulating his emotions without changing the rest of his face. It’s a clever detail to keep track of. His eyes grow more relaxed, dialating bigger when she pats his shoulder, asking if he feels better after destroying the weapon that killed him. It’s a huge relief for him to hear. So, the gem is correct.

Finally, we see Bismuth telling Greg that his son is dead, which is very contradictory to what Bis was saying earlier (in Steven’s eyes). Where is the gem on that frame? Look at Steven’s shadow. There it is, facets and all. To us, the gem is correct, but think about it this way: if Steven were actually replaced with the gem in that frame, what would it look like, Pink’s or White’s? That’s right. The point is coming from his feet, meaning it would look more like White’s, meaning it is back to being flipped upside down. Again, Bismuth just said Steven is dead, meaning he’s back to questioning his whole entire identity. So it’s back to being flipped upside-down.

It seems that the orientation of the symbolic gems hidden throughout panels show quite clearly where his head is at in terms of who he is. If it’s upside down, he’s separating himself from the cold meatball on the couch, whereas when it’s normal/upside right, he is associating himself WITH the cold meatball on the couch.

Notice he’s been grabbing at his gem a lot recently, too, all things he does while in turmoil over who- or WHAT- he is. He cannot heal right now. He can’t use his powers. Some powers are new and unfamiliar (see the more recent pages where Lapis struck out with water and he blocked with those hexagonal shields/walls). “Steven HEALS people.” He can’t, so who is he?

This is something he’ll need to have an answer to by the time the comic is done, and this is a mission for Gem Steven and Gem Steven alone. If his human half were alive (and content without his gem), he’d probably call himself “Steven” no questions asked, since he GOT his answer already, two years ago. But Gem can’t do that, not when everyone keeps drawing all these lines between the two. He needs to learn what being “Steven” means, and know that he is a part of a greater whole, but on his own, he is STILL Steven. Everyone else needs to realize this, too, and stop separating the two. It’s gonna be rough, since it may feel like replacing what they lost, but is it really? It’s going to be a tough road to trek, and I don’t know what anyone’s answer is gonna be (that’s the big mystery here, after all), but I’m here for it.

Remember, all of this has been speculation on what may happen based on facts and clues Spud has presented us with. I’m not claiming to know how Gem Steven’s arc will end, but I am throwing my hat into the ring on where I THINK it will go. Either way, the foreshadowing, symbolism, and unspoken characterizations here have been excellent, and I’m looking forward to seeing everything play out. Spud, your mind is incredible, and whatever you’ve got planned over there, I’m confident the answer will be satisfactory.

I’ll shut up now. Thank you for reading this huge meta post, and go read Spud’s comic. You can find it at @suaugonewrong or on Spud’s Tumblr, which was linked above. If you think I’m wrong or have a counter argument, bring it. Let’s talk, cause this is genuinely interesting and fun to dissect. I wanna talk about it OwO

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georgiedx · 3 years

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Don’t blink

Summary - When Y/N, Jay’s partner is taken during an undercover op, what will the team have to do to get her back?

Read part 2 - https://georgiedx.tumblr.com/post/643582775508729857/summary-in-the-fallout-of-an-undercover-op-gone

Word count - 2k

Warnings - potential abuse and sexual assault

“What the hell just happened!” Voight shouted as he stormed up the bullpen stairs. His subordinates stared back at him, dumbfounded, as they too were processing the chaos that had just unfolded.

Kevin was the first to speak up, “Sarge, slow down…” He was interrupted but the harsh shouts of his sergeant. “Don’t tell me to calm down Kevin! One of my detectives was just abducted and not one person here can care to explain? Huh? Not even her partner. Halstead?”

Jay cast his eyes down to avoid the burn of Voight’s stare. He was ashamed. He was still processing. How had this all happened? Why didn’t he protect her?

“Sarge, I don’t know what to tell you, those guys, they just blew up, snapped. They pulled guns, put one to Y/N’s head, and dragged her into a truck that was waiting in the alley around the back. It must have been a setup, Sarge.” Jay replied, his voice laced with guilt.

“Ruzek, I thought you said your CI was solid?” Voight turned his anger to Adam. “He was...or at least I thought he was. Look, Sarge, I’m so sorr…”

“Enough. I don’t want to hear it. We just need to focus on getting Y/N back.” His sergeant snapped back. The rest of the unit mumbled in agreement, heads hanging low, all weighed down by the guilt of the parts they played in allowing Y/N, their partner and friend, to be thrown into the back of a truck by violent criminals.

...

The team all sat around the bullpen as their sergeant emerged from his office. “Right, talk to me, what do we have?”

Jay jumped to his feet and walked over to the board to stick up a photo. “This is Nicolas Heath. Vice has had him on their radar for years, he’s a known pimp, big in cross-state trafficking, and has priors for sexual assault, trafficking, and fraud.

Jay placed two more photos up underneath Heath’s. “These were the guys at the meet last night. They were the ones who took Y/N. They have similar priors to Heath but seem to be more like his lieutenants. We’ve got them on pods driving Y/N away in a black SUV Toyota. That was tracked to a house in Evanston where we think Y/N is being held.”

Ruzek walked up to the board next, reading a file in his hand. “That checks out, my CI is sitting in interrogation room 2 right now. The prick told me he’s been taking money from Heath over the last few weeks. In exchange, he invited girls to parties at clubs that Heath runs. My CI was getting nervous so reached out to me with fake info about Heath, he wanted us to take Heath down to save his own ass.” Ruzek then pinned up a few photos of a large, fortified, white house. “He tells me this is one of Heath’s places, it’s in Evanston so that checks with the footage of the SUV. But he also tells me it’s heavily secured with armed guards and it’s likely that if Heath has Y/N and we try to move on it, she’ll be dead before we get through the front door.”

The whole team sighed in frustration. They knew what type of guy Heath was and the longer they waited the worse things would potentially be for Y/N. Finally their superior spoke up. “Adam get your CI to reach out to Heath. We need to know if Y/N’s cover is still intact. If we can’t go in through the front door maybe we can set up a ‘buy’ and get our girl back.”

The team shook their heads in a mix of frustration and disgust at the thought of having to ‘buy’ back their teammate from that monster like she’s some object.

…

A few hours later and Jay was down in the roll-up, fixing a wire to the buttons of his shirt. A plan had been formulated; Halstead was going to meet a contact of Heath’s, posing as a pimp looking to move some ‘product’.

A quick, yet painful, phone call between Adam’s CI and Heath revealed he was still unaware Y/N was a cop. Jay had said on the phone he was looking for a specific type of ‘product’ and once he described a girl roughly matching Y/N’s description, Heath said he had someone for Jay. A meet was set at 9 pm by the docks.

The whole team was on edge. Some were scared of what Y/N was going through in the hands of the monster that is Nicolas Heath, most were nervous of the ‘buy’ that was soon to go down, but all were feeling guilty for allowing Y/N to be in this situation in the first place.

Once the wire was fixed and the van set, the team rolled out the back of district 21, with a thousand things racing through their minds.

They arrived at the predetermined meet point and waited. The surveillance van with Kevin, Adam, and Voight was hidden around the corner, whilst Jay waited in a UC truck parked out in the open. His jean-covered legs were bouncing up and down, but not from the cold. His partner, no, his best friend was out there somewhere in the hands of a rapist-pimp, alone and defenseless.

After 20 mins, a tattered grey van turned the corner and parked opposite Jay’s truck. Halstead sent a quick text to Voight notifying them of its arrival and then climbed out the truck. He looked on trying to see his partner beyond the blaring headlights of that grey van. When the white beams were cut he finally locked eyes with her.

When he saw her weak and bruised body with legs barely holding herself up, in a vice grip of two thugs, Jay’s instincts were to run to her, but he couldn’t. Thug 1 had a Glock 19 jammed into the side of her head and Thug 2 had one trained on him. He had to play this smart. The only way to get Y/N out of this was to play along with the ‘buy’, despite it making him sick to his stomach.

Jay casually walked around to the back of the truck and pulled out a black bag from the back. He checked his watch, stalled a bit to not seem too eager, put a stick of gum in his mouth, began to chew, stalled some more, and finally walked back towards Heath and his thugs.

“What you got for me then?” Jay questioned nonchalantly as he nodded towards his partner. “She what I asked for? Cuz I got a lotta cash here and I ain’t about to waste it.” Saying this was breaking him, but he had to play along.

“Yeh this one’ll be worth your trouble, she’s feisty, trust me.” Heath laughed back at his ‘buyer’. Jay’s heart sank. What had he meant by ‘trust me’? What had he done to her?

“Halstead keep your cool, flash him the money and get him to hand Y/N over” his sergeant’s voice spoke through his earpiece. Jay listened and opened to bag up to show Heath he meant business. “It’s all there. Hand her over, I wanna get a look before I hand this over.” Jay swallowed the sick in his mouth as he watched his partner shift uncomfortably between the two men.

When Y/N cast her eyes back up to look at Jay, he could see her tears in her eyes, despite the bruises there. His body kept playing the role but his eyes were calling out to her, he was internally begging she could see through his facade.

Thug 2 lowered his gun once Jay had flashed the money. Thug 1 kept his gun tight against Y/N’s head as he roughly pulled her towards Jay. He released her and she stumbled, on weak legs, the short distance to Jay.

Jay, careful not to grab at bruises, yanked on her arms and roughly pulled her towards the truck. He wanted to hug her, hold her and wipe her tears but he couldn’t. There were still 3 armed men 10 ft away who couldn’t know they were cops.

Y/N let out a small cry as the zip ties on her wrists dug deeper into the red, bleeding skin. “Quiet!” Jay demanded. “Move. Go on.” He pushed her around the back of the truck, attempting to shield her from any further potential dangers.

“Your money’s all there. Was a pleasure doing business with you.” Jay called out to Heath and his thugs.

“Pleasure’s all mine man, anytime. Enjoy that one” he nodded his head towards Y/N and stuck out a hand to Jay. Reluctantly Jay shook it and forced himself to say “Oh I will.”

The three men climbed back in their van with the money and reversed around the corner.

Shortly after, sirens and shouts of Chicago PD could be heard but Jay paid no attention. As soon as that van was out of sight Jay ran around the truck to Y/N.

Only now did he have a chance to fully take in her appearance. Her wrists were bleeding underneath zip ties. Arms were painted a horrible mix of blacks and blue. Blood was drying around her eyebrows and lip. Her left eye was swollen and purple and both were glistening with tears. She was in a short dress, ripped and filthy. But worst of all she was shaking violently, perhaps from the lack of layers and cold but more likely from the trauma of the last 24 hours. And that thought haunted Jay, he knew it always would.

When he finally reached her small and trembling body he cut the ties quickly and engulfed her in a hug. She sunk into his warm and then down to the floor. Jay went down with her, just holding her close as sobs shook through her body.

A hand came up to her face and he wiped her tears away and tucked her hair behind her ear. His strong arms held onto her so tight she thought she might crumble into a hundred pieces if he ever let go. So he didn’t.

“Shh. You’re okay. You’re okay Y/N/N. I got you. You’re safe.” He whispered into her ears. “I’m so sorry Y/N. I’m so sorry.” He began to choke up and the sound of her sobs. How had he let this happen?

Shortly after, the surveillance van and a few patrol cars arrived on scene. As Voight and the other officers climbed out their vehicles they were horrified at the scene before them.

Y/N looked like she’d been through hell. She was clinging to her partner desperately. Her shaking, although likely caused by a state of shock, prompted Adam to take off his coat and walk over to the partners on the floor.

He placed the coat on her shoulders and then squeezed one, trying to show his support and love and remorse through the action. Kevin walked over next with a blanket and knelt down with them.

“You’re okay Y/N. We’re here. You’re safe.” Jay kept repeating those words to his broken best friend, whom he held in his arms. Only when she heard the gruff voice of her sergeant did she take her head off Jay’s chest and lookup.

“I’m sorry Y/L/N. You’re gonna be okay kid.” Spoke Voight to his detective. The four men consoled their teammate, their family member, for a while longer. Their voices cracked and caught as they continued to whisper words of comfort until the ambulance arrived to take her to safety.

Read part 2 - https://georgiedx.tumblr.com/post/643582775508729857/summary-in-the-fallout-of-an-undercover-op-gone

I hope you guys liked it! Again I have no idea what I’m doing, this is just fun and a nice little escape for me.

#chicago pd #detective halstead #jesse lee soffer #jayhalstead #jay halstead

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figonas · 3 years

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Twilight Re-watch Notes Pt. 1 - A Contest for the Worst Movie Quote in History

I'd like to think I'm funny so please enjoy my scene-by-scene notes from a recent Twilight Saga re-watch.

Hey Catherine Hardwicke, opening with the death of an animal was probably not the best choice but go off I guess??

There is a lot of general Bella awkwardness that I'm skipping over here but the scene in gym class is so horrifically, painfully uncomfortable that I almost passed out from the second-hand embarrassment.

Jessica trying her best to be fake nice to the human embodiment of a crumpled soda can: "Aren't people from Arizona like....really tan"

Bella with all the cadence of a child who just found out Santa isn't real: "yeah..I guess that's why they kicked me out"

Mike clearly just trying to get his dick wet: "HAHAH you are funny"

no mike she is not.

I'm not gonna go into the biology class scene because god knows tumblr has beaten that particular horse to death. BUT the scene in the administration office immediately after that is a TRIP. Edward has one of his most dramatic lines here when they won't let him switch classes: “I’ll just have to endure it” ?!?!?!?!?!?! This is INSANITY, he sounds like he's going to burst into tears like Edward please chill you aren't even being a little subtle.

I will never get over Bella trying to put Ketchup on her burger and then just???? giving up???? when it doesn't come out after she limply shakes it approximately once.

“HOW YOU LIKIN DA RAIN GIRL” Is our first contender for the worst and most unnatural line in movie history, and trust me there are plenty more.

Bella accusatorily saying “you were gone” to Edward as if this dude who she met for approximately 30 minutes 2 weeks ago owes her even a PALTRTY SCRAP of an explanation about anything???????

Actually, this whole scene is a horrific nightmare of awkward intrusive conversation:

“You’re asking me about the weather” HOE WHAT ELSE ARE YOU GONNA TALK ABOUT YOU DON’T KNOW EACH OTHER

“hey did you get contacts” WHO JUST ASKS THAT?!?

and of course; “it’s the fluorescents” [RUNS AWAY]

Charlie and Bella have the only organic-sounding dialogue in the entire movie. Any awkwardness they have is BELIEVABLE father-daughter awkwardness and not like "I'm being forced to film this against my will" awkwardness like every other exchange in this film series.

Bella asks Edward ALL OF ONCE about him saving her from the truck and Edward gets so haughty and smug thinking that Bella won't figure it out

“you’re not gonna let this go are you?” “no” “then I hope you enjoy disappointment” [storms off] MY DUDE LITERALLY 2 SCENES LATER SHE FIGURES IT OUT IN 3 GOOGLE CLICKS

“I had an adrenaline rush, it’s very common you can google it” contender number two for the terrible dialogue award.

Edward saying “if you were smart you would stay away from me” AFTER HE APPROACHED HER LIKE FUCK OFF [skeleton throwing its own skull gif]

Kstew got a lot of flack for her performance in this movie but when she has a good partner to exchange lines with she SHINES. The scene with Angela and her at the beach where she tells her to ask Eric to prom is GOOD. EVERY scene with Charlie in THIS ENTIRE FRANCHISE is GOOD. It is nothing but pure misogyny that Rpatz didn’t catch any flack for his truly, horrifically awkward performance

I cannot believe Stephanie thought it would be a good idea to have Edward save Bella from potentially getting gang r*ped like I get it girl is about the drama but still this is just a TOOOUCH too far

“your hand is so cold,” WHO SAYS THIS TO SOMEONE THEY BARELY KNOW COMPLETELY UNPROMPTED???

SHE TRIES TO REFUSE CARRYING BEAR MACE WHEN SHE WAS ALMOST R*PED NOT 4 HOURS PREVIOUSLY LIKE SIS CARRY A KNIFE?!?!?!?!?

The “you’re impossibly fast & strong” monologue is so bad I want to barf

“I’ve killed people before” “doesn’t matter” BITCH YES IT DOES WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU

“MY OWN PERSONAL BRAND OF HEROIN” IS SO BAD. Like we all recognize how bad this is right? Especially when one considered the target demographic for these films, i.e. teenage girls, have NO FUCKING FRAME OF REFERENCE FOR THIS WHAT.SO.EVER.

“And so the lion fell in love with the lamb” YOU’VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOR ALL OF 3 SECONDS I CAN’T WITH Y'ALL. AT LEAST THE BOOK HAD SOME BUILD-UP JESUS GEEZUS

Who thought this meadow scene was a good idea, they need to be sent straight to hell. WHY ARE THEY LAYING DOWN LIKE, SIT MAYBE?????? IT’S SO WEIRD AND UNNATURAL THEY LOOK LIKE DOLLS I HATE IT

The scene where they get out of the car and Edward puts his arm around Bella while Spotlight by Mutemath plays in the background is TOP TIER teen drama bs and I love it. Far and away the best shot in the movie apart from The Baseball Scene(TM).

I will never get over the fact that Edward's bitch ass rats Bella out for already eating when she comes over to meet his family. BE FUCKING COOL EDWARD FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE, GOD!!!

Esme is too pure for this world I can’t deal with her, & Emmet waving the knife is my favorite thing in all 5 of these movies

Why tf are Alice and Jasper fucking off doing god knows what in a tree and not helping with dinner like everyone else? Y'all ain't special even Rosalie is helping

Esme talking to Rosalie “Clean this up..now” I LOVE YOU BE MY MOM

Earlier they talk about the fact that vampires don’t sleep BUT the first thing Bella says when she walks into Edward's room is “no bed” girl we know what you after you ain't slick.....

WHAT IS THIS DANCING SCENE IN HIS BEDROOM IT’S HORRIBLE TO WATCH and I want to find whoever thought “well I could always make you” was a good line for Edward to say and slap them directly in the mouth.

“hold on tight spider monkey” excuse me while I VOMIT

Mike offering his opinion on Bella dating Edward HOWEVER justified is automatically invalidated by A. his own romantic interest in Bella and B. the fact that he has also know Bella for all of 10 minutes & has no bearing on her personal life whatsoever

THE PAST COUPLE OF MONTHS THIS MAN HAS BEEN COMING INTO HER ROOM AND WATCHING HER SLEEP THIS IS RED FLAG CITY LIKE BELLA WATCH A TRUE CRIME DOCUMENTARY OR READ THE NEWS FOR FUCKS SAKE

THIS FRANCHISE HAS THE MOST HORRIBLE KISSING SCENES IN MOVIE HISTORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YOU CAN HEAR LITERALLY EVERY BREATH, EVERY AWKWARD PRESS OF LIPS. You're telling me THIS was the best take of this???? CAN YOU IMAGINE HOW AWKWARD THIS WAS TO FILM

The whole scene when Bella is telling her dad about her date with Edward is absolutely god tier. Charlie snapping the barrel of the shotgun closed, him motioning that he has a halo on, asking her if she still has her pepper spray. BILLY BURKE LIFTED THIS MOVIE UP AND TRIED SO HARD TO CARRY IT ON HIS BROAD, MUSTACHIOED DAD SHOULDERS, WE STAN

WHERE TO START WITH THE BASEBALL SCENE:

Supermassive Black Hole in the background, Alice going AWF with her pitching, Rosalie getting all pissed when Bella says she's out and Emmett yells "c'mon babe it's just a game" like the puppy dog of a person (vampire?) he is, CARLISLE WEARING A SCARF WHILE PLAYING BASEBALL, I WILL NEVER EMOTIONALLY RECOVER FROM JASPERS BAT TRICKS, EMMET AND EDWARDS LAUGH AFTER CRASHING INTO ONE ANOTHER.

A TRULY IMMACULATE MOVIE SCENE. This scene isn’t long enough

“My monkey man” might be the worst line in this movie, I’m so torn between which one is the worst. Also, I'm just now realizing that this is the second time someone has compared a loved one to some type of monkey and I really don't like it.

Bella's defeated “I can’t hurt him” breaks my heart every time. AND FUCKING BILLY BURKE pulling out his acting chops with Charlie’s poor little broken sounding “I know I’m not that much fun to be around we can do more stuff together” & “I just gotcha back” LIKE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS SCENE HURTS ME ON A PHYSICAL LEVEL AND I AM ENTITLED TO FINANCIAL COMPENSATION

I know I've skipped over a lot but it's just a lot of like star wipe level montage of nonsense, so we are mOVING ON to what is possibly the biggest plot hole I've never recognized before now: How in the hell was James planning on luring Bella out if he didn’t find that videotape of Bella's mom looking for her????? Or was he just going to bust up in the holiday inn, metaphorical guns blazing & toss Bella out a window???

This fight scene between James & Edward is VERY poorly choreographed and you can practically see the stunt wires pulling on their clothes but no one is surprised..this is Twilight after all.

Who the fuck starts the fire in the ballet studio if Carlisle & Edward are with Bella, Jasper and Emmet are holding James's arms and Alice is ripping his head off???? Esme and Rosalie aren't there so the only explanation is that Emmett's power Stephanie never told us about is his ability to start small, controlled, indoor bonfires with his mind.

If Bella was losing blood from her femoral artery it is HIGHLY UNLIKELY that she would have been cognizant enough to tell them her hand was burning + THERE’S A BIG ASS BITE HOW DID THEY MISS IT???

Let Me Sign is such a good fucking song. Actually, while we're on music every song on every Twilight Saga soundtrack SLAPS. At least 1 department at Summit Entertainment was staffed with competent people. (side note, why the fuck do I know the studio by name that made this movie. I need to go lie down)

Bella acting a damn fool in the hospital bed like clingy much

CHARLIE IS SUCH A GOOD DAD FUCK!

The Edward/Jacob beef is so dramatic at prom can you both chill for 5 minutes we haven't even gotten to y'alls bullshit yet that's not until New Moon.

Bella really thought this mfer was gonna turn her at prom in the middle of the dancefloor??????????

Flightless Bird American Mouth. That's it, that's the bullet point

Victoria coming to prom, like we stan a dramatic bitch.

I will almost CERTAINLY post my New Moon (Extended Edition) notes in a few days. & yes I do have notes on the entire franchise.

#I had a lot more but I cut it down #a lot of my extra stuff was just talking about RPatz slipping inexplicably into a Spanish accent from time to time #no one seems to notice #but I fucking do #I hear the way he says 'so you're worried' and want to caCKLE OUT LOUD #I'm not nearly as funny as I think I am but ask me if I give a fuck #baby I will subject you to my poor humor #Twilight #Twilight Saga

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Fool’s Diamonds

Pairing: Park Jimin x Fem Reader

AU: Thief!Au

Genre: Angst

Warnings: Illness, angsty mentions of poverty, diamond mines, drunk character, character death, vague mentions of non con, suggested human trade, robbery, implied smut, general theme of mistrust and deception.

Word count: 6.39 K

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and I do not condone any of the actions of the characters in this fiction. This is to be treated as pure fantasy, and should not be misconstrued to be demeaning the idols in any way. If any of the above warnings cause you discomfort, kindly refrain from reading.

Author’s note: This fiction is set in a time when cell phones and social media didn’t exist. Nationalities are purely for fictional purposes, I bear no ill-will towards any nationality, nor am I xenophobic.

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The air was dry and felt like parched paper. You fancied you could break it into pieces just by extending your hand out. A bead of sweat rolled inside your shirt, running down your midriff. Gosh, it was so very hot. Why was it that July felt like Earth was having a fun time roasting all the terrestrial life on a barbecue? A strong cigar smell curled around you, worsening the situation, making you want to retch.

“I’m outta here, Billie,” you shouted, leaving the money on the table. The wet circles left by the beer mugs hadn’t even dried. “Money’s on the table.”

The tattooed girl nodded at you, hollering a hearty “Sure, darlin’. See ya around.”

The heat was reflecting off the road in waves. It wasn’t like you had chosen to stay there. With a drunkard for a father and a ruined mother, you had to stay back and make sure your father didn’t set the house on fire in one of his rages. You spat down, wiping the corner of your mouth. Father. You didn’t even know what real fathers did.

Wait, of course, you did. Real fathers worked to bring bread to the table. They raised their children and tried to get their babies to live better lives. They didn’t collapse by the sewer and roll around in their own puke. It was a challenge every night to find which gutter he had passed out in.

Your mother had worked her ass off to get clothes on your back. Forget college. You had starved on days when your father stole your mom’s daily wages to go and get his brains saturated with alcohol. Did you ever think of killing him? No. Well, maybe. Okay, a lot of times.

But the old woman was strangely attached to him. She went out and dragged him home if you said you couldn’t be bothered to go find him.

“Tis your dad, girl,” she would pant, dragging the wasted scoundrel by his shoulders. “You got only him to call dad, like it or not.”

You would huff and storm out of the room, not interested in getting lectured at. Well, there wasn’t a lot of rooms in your house. There was just a living room, a kitchen, and a bedroom. Your drunk dad would usually snore in the living room. Your mother would join you in the bedroom, where she would lie on an old ratty mattress. It grossed you out to lie on it, just imagine the times it would have seen your parents’ body fluids. Ew. You would lie on a pallet, trying to suppress the anger brewing in your heart.

Every other girl in the town had left, either to college or in search of better jobs. Some had married, just to escape the clutches of the banal town, which was tainted with general unease and distrust. No one was ever able to breathe freely. It was like the whole town was constantly on edge, waiting for something bad to happen.

And when you reached home, the bitter aftertaste of the beer still on your tongue, the cruel hand of fate had struck already.

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“Momma?”

You raced over to her side, trying to get her to breathe. Her lips were a deep blue, the eyes were rolling back into her head.

“Y/N.”

Her breathing was strained as if every draw of her breath peeled a little piece of life away from her.

“Momma?” You repeated dumbly, tears spilling down your cheeks. “Don’t go, please,” the saliva pooling in your mouth made you slur.

“Y/N,” she rasped, struggling to look at you. “Get—”

A spasm made her wince, and you watched helplessly, waiting for her to resume.

“Get outta this…” she swallowed, willing herself to finish her sentence. “… this town. Get out.”

Her eyes scoured the place, trying to see her husband’s form in the bright afternoon light. There he was, fast asleep, not minding in the least about his family or the fact that his wife was looking for him before her last breath.

“I’ll wake him up,” you said, trying to get up.

“No,” her voice was soft. “I been done waiting for him to wake up.”

“Momma,” you whined, voice laden with sorrow.

She shook her head, flashing a watery smile at you. “My baby,” her cold fingers clasped yours. “Get outta this place. Live your life, girl.”

You turned to stare in disgust at the man stretched in the doorway. “But him…”

She cut your words, whispering hoarsely. “No use, girl. He’s good as dead. You gotta go.”

Her beady eyes searched your face, relaxing when you nodded and sobbed.

“I love you, baby.”

Her chest stopped heaving.

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You were wiping hot angry tears off your cheeks, thinking what a waste your father was. He hadn’t even stirred when you shook him awake, screaming at him.

“Momma’s dead!” you had cried, hitting his chest as if it would get his brain hum-started. “You weren’t even sober, you fucking loser!”

When your mother had been around, you had kept a lid on swearing. But the dam broke, unleashing a torrent of suppressed anger spilling out of your heart in waves.

He had grinned dumbly, saying in a slurred voice:

“One less mouth to feed, then.”

You hadn’t meant to, but your fist came into contact with his nose, followed by a sickening crunch.

“You loser,” you shouted, going crazy at the thought of a world without your mother.

He shrugged, lying down on his side, supporting his head with his hand.

“My girl be takin’ care of me, I ain’t got nothin’ to worry about.”

You jumped to your feet, fingers trembling in rage. Your mother had lived and died, trying to support the scoundrel lying before you. But it wasn’t your cross to bear anymore. Your mother had been right, he was of no fucking use. He would simply leech off you and get drunk till his last breath. No, that wasn’t what your mother had wanted. You had to get out of the damned place.

But how? No money. No jewels. Nothing you could pawn off. Your father had already done that and drunk away all the little precious things your mother had ever owned. There was nothing to support you out in the wild, wild world.

You had a job at the local convenience store, but it didn’t pay much. It was your first job since finishing school. You had taken it instead of leaving the town, just to support your poor mother. There wasn’t much respite, but it did provide you bread when your father ran away with your mom’s wages.

You hadn’t saved a lot. But you needed leave the cursed town before it trapped you for life. Your mother had lived and gone to dust, working solely to keep you from dying of starvation. It was time to leave. To begin a new chapter elsewhere, where drunkards didn’t puke all over your foyer.

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“Billie,” you called, moving closer to her. “You got any jobs here?”

The girl pursed her mouth, shaking her head.

“Sorry, girlie. Ain’t got no jobs right now.”

You nodded in understanding. Fair enough. It was a rotten place, with not a lot of opportunities. It was a wonder that Billie kept running the pub after her old man died. It was evident that she wanted to leave the place. But like you, she had been tied to the town because of her sick father.

You were curious why she still hadn’t closed shop and left town for good.

“Billie, didn’t you ever think of leaving this place?”

She lifted a finger to be excused for a moment. She moved to pour out beer for a tall man who was standing at the counter. She pocketed the change, shouting “Enjoy your beer” at his retreating back.

When she returned, she wiped her hand on her apron, thrusting her tongue out carelessly.

“Well, I sure did, but this place ain’t got no other pub. And the money’s good the last couple o’weeks.”

You leaned in, interested.

“Anyone struck diamonds? Give me the juice, girl.”

She laughed, wiping the beer spills on the counter, nodding as she did so.

“Aye, there’s a couple guys who struck it rich. They’re comin’ and leavin’ big fat tips.”

She patted her pocket to emphasize her point. Billie was obviously in need of the money to keep the place running. You grinned, interested to hear more.

“Tell me about them.”

She handed out another mug of beer and pulled a stool to sit near you.

“There’s this guy from Russia, he been scouring for stones since last August. He bought a trench from old Mr. Hadley and started diggin’ two weeks ago. Big diamonds, you see,” she opened her thumb and index winger to show you the size, “Big ones. He been buyin’ drinks for everyone in the mine to celebrate it.”

You whistled. The only thriving business in the town was mining. People came from all parts of the world to try their luck at finding the crystallized carbon rocks. Most of them returned broke, some fell sick from the dusty haze and polluted air. Some even died in vain, succumbing to the hot burning sun.

“And the other one?”

She giggled, letting you in on her little secret. “He asked if I wanna go to Ireland.”

“He’s asking you to marry him?” It wasn’t a surprise. A lot of girls in your town had gone and married potential miners just to escape.

She shook her head, grinning. “We were foolin’ around and he thought I was serious.”

Well, poor man. Billie wasn’t the type to settle down without roaming the Earth to her heart’s content. She was simply chiseled from another rock. She didn’t like being caged.

“Talk of the devil,” she whispered, wiping the counter furiously. “There’s Mr. Russia.”

You turned and eyed the big guy entering the pub, his eyes lighting up when he saw Billie. The people in the pub cheered when he entered, and he raised a big palm to accept the claps, smiling widely.

He strode towards the counter, catching sight of you.

“And who’s this lovely lady?” he asked, smirking in your direction.

“Y/N,” Billie replied, handing him his lager. “She works in the convenience store by the old railroad.”

“Pleasure,” he said, extending his big hand to you. When you shook it, the callousness reminded you of sandpaper.

“You haven’t left town yet?” he asked, sipping his lager casually. “I mean, I thought Billie was the only lass in town.”

You smiled. The curiosity was well-earned. “I’ll leave soon enough,” you replied, keeping the obvious eagerness from spilling into your tone.

“Y/N’s momma died, so she got nothing to stay back for anymore,” Billie said, looking at you with sympathetic eyes. She had been in the same position, and she understood.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, his thick accent bubbling out of his chest.

“It’s okay.” You looked at the time. “Ah, I gotta run, Billie. See ya.” Turning to the man, you dipped your head with a soft “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded chastely, watching your back as you scurried back to work.

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“Y/N!” the man hollered, “customer for you!”

You were at the back, checking the expiration dates and noting which ones to take back home. It was common in your town for salespeople to take items that were a day or two beyond the expiration dates. You stopped what you were doing and rose up to look over the aisle.

It was the Russian man. His face registered recognition, and he raised his hand to wave a small Hi to you.

“Yes,” you said, walking up to him. “How can I help you?”

He told you he was looking for some souvenirs to buy for his daughter back home. You led him to the small section that had girls’ trinkets and stuff like hair slides.

“These are all we have. You could try Miasie’s too. She might have some more accessories.”

He nodded, carding through the fake jewelry items. He whistled in a low voice.

“They look like real diamonds,” he said, pointing to a bracelet studded with stones.

“Zirconia,” you replied, taking the bracelet out of the plastic cover. You had to admit, it really looked authentic. It was a running joke in your town that the fake jewelry outshone the diamonds mined there.

“Maisie has a lot of Zirconia jewels, these are made by locals,” you said, running your finger through the stones. “

People who fared badly at the diamond mining expeditions returned home with Zirconia jewels to save face, to try and convince their people that they had in fact dug a few diamonds out. Hence the market for fake diamonds boomed, and a lot of locals thrived on it.

“I’d rather buy this, at the hands of the beautiful maiden holding it,” he said.

Was he hitting on you?

You nodded crisply, asking if he wanted anything else. He hesitated, looking around. “Is it- is it fine if I ask you out?”

There it was. Gosh. It was an endless game of cat and mouse in that town. For hundreds of young miners, there were only a handful of young girls, so the competition was crazy.

“I guess,” you said, hoping he would just get you a beer and call it a day.

“So, I’ll come and get you at…” he licked his lips. “…where do you live?”

You thought about it, thinking if you should just tell him to come to the store after all. But you got off work at 4, and you didn’t want him to see you carrying expired food back home. You wrote him the address, telling him to reach your home at 6.

He smiled and left, promising to call on you later that evening.

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“You gotta be kidding me,” you hissed when you returned home to see your father conversing with the Russian like old buddies.

The men snapped their heads to follow the sound of your voice, and there you were, holding an armful of stuff from the store.

“Y/N,” the Russian said, getting up to help you carry the items inside.

“Alexei! What are you doing here?” The time certainly wasn’t 6 pm. What the hell was he doing, cozying up to your father?

Your father grinned his sickly fishy smile. “Y/N, don’t raise your voice…”

“Shut the fuck up,” you said, cutting him off. You hated when the loser lectured you. “I wasn’t talking to you.” All the foodstuff in your arms dropped down with loud thuds.

Alexei stooped to pick up the small cartons. “Y/N, let’s not shout,” he was saying, when you swatted his arm away.

“You don’t tell me what I should do, not at my own house.”

He raised his palm in a gesture of peace.

“Why are you here? I told you to come at 6. It’s only 4.30.”

He looked over at your father, catching his lip between his teeth.

“Well, I was free and thought I’d pay you a visit…”

“When I was away at work?” you questioned.

Your father cut in harshly. “I sold you to him.”

His voice was blank, devoid of any emotion. The shocked silence prevailed undisturbed for a good five minutes before you found your voice.

“You what?”

Charging forward, you went flying towards the old man, when Alexei caught hold of your hips, holding you in place.

“It’s not what you think, Y/N,” the big man said, heaving in exertion as you squirmed and cursed out loud.

“Get your hands off me! Get your hands off me!”

He let go, but clasped your wrist instead.

“I just asked if I could take you with me to Russia. He said he didn’t have anyone to support him if you left, so…”

“So? So, you offered money to take me away? Who do you think you are?” Your voice was rising to dangerous limits. “Am I an object you can just buy? Fuck you.”

Your father was sober for like the first time in months, and then he went and sold you off to make money to drink even more?

“And you!” Pointing your finger at the old man, you screeched in anger. “You fucking sold your daughter to get drunk even more? Why didn’t you die instead of mom?”

“Enough, Y/N,” he shouted, getting up and smacking his dry lips. “You be goin’ with the Russian. It’s the least you can do for yer’ old man.”

“Are you listening to yourself?” You screamed, voice breaking and throat going dry from all the screeching.

“Now, now, Y/N, take a breath.” Alexei came nearer, whispering in your ear. “You want to escape this place; I offer you a pass. Why do you resist?”

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Billie widened her eyes in shock.

“Y/N! Are ya fuckin’ outta your mind?”

You shook your head, aware of Alexei watching you from across the pub.

“Far from it.”

She leaned down and lowered her voice.

“Girl, ya know what ya gettin’ yerself into?”

“Yeah, I know. Billie, he’s gonna take me outta this wretched town!”

“At the cost of what, Y/N? He’s married, he’ll probably sell you to another guy or worse he’d put you in a brothel.”

“I know.” You sipped the beer and swallowed the liquid before adding:

“I will be careful, Billie. He got strength, but I got brains.”

She scoffed. “Seems more like them brains evaporated in the heat, based on what nonsense yer talkin’, girl.”

You were touched by her concern. Being the only two girls in the neighborhood, it went without saying that she was like a sister to you. And if the most spirited daredevil of the town was worried about you, there really was a grim storm brewing for you.

“Listen, Billie. I’ll be sharp. I won’t get kicked into a brothel. You know me, girl.”

She considered your determined face, before giving up. “Well, if ya say that ya’ll be alright, it gon’ be alright I guess.” She looked over at Alexei. “When ya leavin’?”

“This afternoon. There’s a train to the capital. A ship’s leaving for his country on Thursday.”

“So, the three days until that…”

“He says we’ll stay and look around the capital until the ship sails.”

She curled her lips at you. “You got balls, girl.”

You grinned, smiling at her as you downed the rest of the beer. Both of you knew that you were never going to see each other again.

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“Want to go to bed?” the man asked, pulling you snug against his side profile.

“Alexei.” Your tone was curt. “Don’t touch me unless I say it’s okay to.”

Bitch. Well, he would break you in soon. He’d have you begging on all fours. Just wait till he got on that ship with you. There was no way he was going to wait longer than that.

“Apologies, I will see you tomorrow then.”

He withdrew to his own hotel room. You had arrived at the capital at 11 am. It was Tuesday. Three more days to go before you sailed to Russia with him. You had demanded a separate room. He had tried to reason with you, but you just wouldn’t hear of it.

Alexei saw you slam the door shut, standing on the verandah. He lit his cigar. Soon, he said to himself. Soon he’d have his dick inside that uptight ass of yours.

Your father had been surprisingly easy to bend. He had just said that he had struck diamonds when the old man folded like a napkin. He had honestly meant to gossip until you returned, but he quickly saw a delicious opportunity right before his eyes.

He had innocently talked about how it would be difficult for the old man if you left town, and soon enough, he had wrapped him around his little finger. He just gave him one of the smallest diamonds, the most unclear of them all, but the man danced like it was Christmas already.

“Take her, yes, by all means,” he had said, rolling the stone around in his palm. “The lass don’t have much savings, it would be damn difficult for me to get ‘er a man. Better you take ‘er. I’m happy.”

Alexei had been quite taken aback. The man really was willing to give up his daughter for a low-quality diamond. But hey, he had no qualms. He was getting the best looking girl he had laid eyes on, and soon enough he would trade you for money, or better yet, another girl.

He blew out the smoke, slowly imagining how your naked body would feel under him. Those pert tits, he could almost see them in his mind. He would make you take back every sharp word you had said to him since the day he bought you. He looked down, exhaling the smoke again. He would have to take care of the tent in his pants by himself. Until Thursday.

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“Jimin-ah,” the girl drawled, draping herself against his warm, shirtless torso. “Stay a bit longer.”

He raked his slim fingers through his mussed hair, clicking his tongue.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I have to go.”

She pouted at him, sticking out her lower lip. “When will you be back?”

He scooped her up, kissing the top of her head.

“Soon. Really soon, baby.”

He slipped his shirt on, shaking his hair free and arranging it again.

“Don’t stay up too long, I’ll be back tomorrow.” He kissed her knuckles, reluctantly letting her hand go.

“I love you, Jimin-ah,” she whined, gazing forlornly at his back.

He grimaced unbeknownst to her. He didn’t love her. And he most certainly wasn’t going to see her again. He rapidly exited the dingy hotel, not caring in the least that the poor woman would wait for him to return. Gosh, the extents a guy had to go to, to get a nice fuck these days.

Jimin didn’t really go to sex workers. It wasn’t his style. No, he was the playboy. He liked the thrill of seducing a woman, making her a gooey mess, making her tremble in anticipation of his touch. He was skilled at those games. But once the initial thrill was over, he didn’t have much to do with the girl. The longest he had been with a girl after sex was 3 days. He shuddered. What a whiny bitch she had been. Ugh.

He was strolling through the streets, scoping out potential targets. He was already hungry. He had to pick a few pockets soon if he wanted to sleep with a full tummy. The street was bustling with people. He eyed each person as he slowly danced through the crowd.

Park Jimin was a slippery thief. He had the agility of a panther stalking its prey. For anyone who looked at him, he would seem like an innocent baby-faced man in his early twenties. The air of childish charm made it very easy for him to fool people. He had to do nothing but stare wistfully at the street from the window of the coffee shop, and boom! He would have a kind-hearted unwitting girl wanting to buy him coffee. So easy.

His hand slipped into the loop of your handbag, and before he knew, you had clasped his wrist tight. Alexei went on walking before you, apparently not seeing the man digging his hand into your handbag. You didn’t say anything, walking on sedately behind Alexei, not budging an inch as Jimin whispered cuss words and tried to wiggle his wrist free.

When Alexei was beyond earshot, you hissed at Jimin angrily.

“What the fuck were you doing?”

He tagged along, unable to believe that he had been caught so easily. The cat burglar, caught in plain daylight by a woman? Was he losing his touch?

Alexei was still walking ahead, inhaling the aroma of fresh roasted coffee beans wafting throughout the pavement. You came to a halt, narrowing your eyes at the gorgeous man who was squirming under your grip.

“I- I was hungry,” He had decided to turn his charm tap on. Maybe you were one of those gullible women who would melt. “I’m sorry, I had no choice.” He hung his head in shame. “I lost my job, there’s no money for food…” His tears flowed easily. A corner of his mind wondered if he should take up acting. He could give those Broadway actors a run for their money.

You let his hand go, watching Alexei’s back warily. Digging into your purse, you pulled out an old currency note. It wasn’t much, but it was all that you had.

“Take this. Get something to eat.”

He accepted it silently. “Thank you, ma’am.” His hunger made him fold. Jimin knew that you could have called the big man to box his ears, and he admired your nerve.

His eyes scanned your persona, and his inner thief sang when he saw the chain and bracelet you were wearing. You were wearing what was worth his entire month’s fun.

“I’d like to repay you. I will return the money as soon as I can.” He watched you, simultaneously keeping an eye on the big man who had stopped to examine something in a roadside shop.

“Don’t worry about it,” you said, touched by the man’s sincerity.

“No, I insist. I’d have become a thief if it weren’t for you.” He smiled inside at the soft expression blooming on your face. Damn, girls were so naïve.

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Alexei was knocking on your door impatiently.

‘Y/N? Let me in!”

You feigned a yawn and opened the door just a little bit.

“What is it?”

He tried to pry the door open, but your resistance was surprisingly strong. “It’s Wednesday, remember the carnival I told you about? Come on now.”

You put on the best sick face you could, rasping slowly, “I feel so tired, Alexei. My head hurts. You go on. I’ll come with you in the afternoon.”

He tsked, annoyed at having to leave you behind. But he wasn’t foolish enough to leave you unguarded. He had slipped two enormous wads of cash into the bellboy’s hand as soon as you had arrived at the hotel. The bellboy and the man guarding the door would never let you set foot outside the door. You were as good as trapped.

“Well, okay then. I’ll come to fetch you for lunch.”

When you closed the door behind you, an audible sigh emanated from under the bed. Jimin climbed back into the bed, his naked upper body shining in the morning light. He was only wearing his boxers, and his toned thighs were deliciously on display as he wiggled his toes at you.

“Come on, Y/N,” he purred, voice heavy with lust. “I can’t have enough of you.”

You smiled at him, climbing into his lap like a kitten. His fingers carded through your hair as you watched the gentle rise and fall of his chest. He drew soft patterns on your skin, murmuring affectionate words and sighing happily.

His eyes were on the chain and bracelet you had carelessly left on the bedside table. It was making his palms itch. He had listened to you all night, patting your back gently as you told him all about the dilemma your father had put you in. Part of his brain had been focused on you, but the other had been drooling at the chain glinting on your chest.

“It’s okay baby,” he had cooed, “We’ll get you out of the guy’s clutches.”

You had made passionate love; it had been your first time ever. But that hadn’t stopped you from enjoying it. Billie the encyclopedia had given you lots of inside information, so much that you knew a lot more than playboy Jimin even did. Jimin had no idea he was fucking a virgin, so good was your theoretical knowledge.

“Jiminie,” you said, grazing your nail against his chest.

“Yeah, baby?”

“The ship leaves tomorrow. How can we escape before that?”

“I wish I had money to get you tickets for another ship, baby. But you know I’m penniless.” He held his breath, waiting to see if you would say the words he longed to hear.

“I don’t either, Jiminie.” Well, obviously. Think harder, airhead. “But maybe you can sell the diamonds and get enough money.” There you go, pea brain.

He licked his lips, waiting for you to reach for the jewels on the table. Wow, he was going to live a goddamn rich life. But his face scrunched up when you reached inside your bag instead.

“Baby, whatcha doing?”

You looked up at him innocently, extracting a little tied-up handkerchief from your bag. “Getting you the diamonds.”

His confusion dissolved when he saw you untie the kerchief, revealing a big pebble-sized diamond and a handful of smaller button-sized diamonds. Oh, he’d be damned.

You picked the big one, handing it to him. “Can you try and sell it? It’s of the best quality.”

He licked his dry mouth to life. “So many- so many diamonds?”

You laughed. “Alexei has a lot more. He gave me these to make me agree to go with him to Russia.” Alexei had no idea that you had stolen from his bag, but Jimin didn’t need to know that.

Jimin turned the diamond over in his palm. Fuck, it was the biggest he had ever seen. His mind was working on overdrive.

“Why not give all of them to me, baby? I’ll sell them all and bring the money.”

Like hell you would. You shook your head.

“No, it’s easier to sell one and get going. We can sell the rest as the need arises.”

Tight bitch.

He had to think of a way to purloin the rest of the lot later. For now, he would go with your plans.

“Sounds like a good plan, baby. I’ll get going then.”

You watched him dress himself up in a rush. He was so beautiful, naked or otherwise. So damn beautiful.

Jimin saw your eyes drift to the table. He cursed under his breath. The chain and bracelet would have to wait.

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Naturally, Jimin knew the best places to go to. He was a thief, and he was buddies with a lot of pawnbrokers.

“Heya there, Jimin!” the man called, smiling his crooked smile at his favorite customer. Jimin brought a lot of stuff to his shop, and he was glad to do business with the innocent cherub.

“Brought a diamond today, Han,” Jimin said, looking around the cold, dark room. No other person was around. Jimin loved the cold ambiance of pawnshops. The metallic smell of old silver and brass made him feel at peace. There were so many interesting things on display. He felt like a child taken to Disney Land.

“Let’s take a look,” Han said, extending his palm.

Jimin looked around at the stuff Han had recently acquired, whistling softly while the man appraised the diamond.

Han looked up from his loupe, eyes wide. “How ever did you get such a good stone, Jimin? This one is easily worth thousands!”

Jimin’s heart lifted. He had been worried that you might have sent him on a wild goose chase. He had doubted if it really was a diamond at first, because you were ready to part with it freely. He smiled at Han.

“A chick I know had it.”

Han winked. “Got rid of her yet?”

Flashing him a conspiratorial smile, Jimin drawled, “Will do soon.”

He turned to Han on his way out. “I’ll bring you some more, hold on to your breath.”

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Jimin was on his way back to your hotel. He had stopped to buy a ticket to Bermuda. He was going to sail away happily. The only thing was, he needed to rob the rest of your diamonds before the end of the day. He would stay up after you slept, and sneak off with them.

He had so much money in his hands, and his robber instinct told him to flee already. But then, those button sized diamonds beckoned, appealing to his greedy heart. Some more money wouldn’t hurt. There had been at least 10 diamonds in there. Not to mention your jewelry. Greed made his feet walk automatically back to you.

When you opened the door, you were dressed up. It was evening already, nightfall was approaching. Maybe you had gone to the carnival after lunch with that Alexei guy. Jimin didn’t really care where you went as long as the diamonds were safe.

“Hey,” you whispered, letting him slip into your room. “Did you sell it?”

He grinned and dangled the thick wads of cash before your eyes. “Uh-huh. See? We’re gonna run away together, baby.”

You clapped your hands in delight, taking the wads from his hands. You counted carefully, looking up at him with a startled “15 thousand?”

Jimin had taken five thousand for himself, but he wasn’t going to tell you. He simply nodded.

You were surprised. Wow. You had thought that the diamond required more polishing. You had only expected a few thousands. But this was so good.

“Jiminie, you were right, will you hold on to these diamonds too?”

You thrust the diamonds bundled in the kerchief into his hand. “I don’t want Alexei to find out at the last minute.”

He had to put so much effort to stop himself from laughing out loud. This was going so deliciously well.

“Sure, give it, I’ll keep it safe.”

He tucked the bundle neatly into his pocket, innocence painted all over his face.

“Hmm…” you embraced him, sighing in contentment. You were going to escape Alexei. The thought made you giddy with happiness. You tied the wads of cash into a scarf, securing it under your pillow.

Jimin watched you, fascinated. Ooh. He could run away with the diamonds and the cash. Midnight would be the best time. It wouldn’t hurt to fuck you a couple times to while the time away.

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“Y/N?”

Jimin had watched you go into the bathroom. But you hadn’t come back yet. Maybe it was the right time to run.

He dug his hand under the pillow, groping blindly to feel the cash. It wasn’t there. Fuck.

He turned to see the light still streaming from under the bathroom door. He had to decide if it was worth the risk to try again. His hand roamed on the bedside table. Thank goodness, the jewels were there. He grinned to himself. Awesome. He had to make a run for it.

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When Alexei opened the door in the morning, there was no sign of you. He stormed into the bathroom, calling out your name. No answer.

He ran down furiously, looking for the bellboy.

“Where is Y/N?” he shouted, bunching up the boy’s collar in rage.

“I don’t know, sir,” the boy said, surprised and caught unawares.

“You little cocksucker,” Alexei screamed, shaking the boy until his joints rattled. “You just cost me my bitch!”

The bellboy remembered the crisp notes you had slipped him at midnight. It was more than Alexei had paid him to keep you inside. You had been the highest bidder, so it was only fair that he let you go.

“I honestly don’t know,” he said, allowing Alexei to box his ears. “I never saw her come down.”

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You were on a cruise ship to Bermuda. It left at 9 am, and you had found the ticket luckily in Jimin’s pocket at midnight. The guy had to learn how to safeguard his stuff. You stifled a giggle. Poor bastard. He was probably shocked when you never returned from the bathroom. You snorted, and an elderly man looked at you in surprise.

At last, you were free. Life was so exciting; you had a whole new chapter waiting to be written. It was going to be a ride, and you were determined to enjoy it thoroughly. You remembered Billie. She would have loved to go with you.

Retiring to your cabin, you picked out a paper and started writing a letter. Detailing your adventures, you finished with the lines:

‘You were right, Billie. I would never have survived out here if it weren’t for brains. I fled and made sure Jimin would be responsible for the stolen diamond and not me. My hands are clean.’

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Alexei found out that a big diamond was missing from his rucksack, and he stormed off to get in touch with the police. They assured him that they would look into all the diamonds pawned over the last couple of days.

He thought you were too naïve to embark on a journey alone. You were probably hiding out in a motel, waiting till the hue and cry died down. He was sure that the investigations into the pawnshops would lead him to you.

Han was sweating profusely when Jimin returned.

“Whatever’s the matter, man?” Jimin asked, raising his eyebrows at the guy.

“Police are sweeping all the pawnshops in the district for that diamond of yours. My cousin runs a shop too, and he just dropped by to share the news.”

Jimin tensed. It would be a tight stretch to pawn the rest of the diamonds to Han. The man was in enough trouble already.

“Okay, I’ll come back after a while then.” He shook the tied-up bundle before Han’s eyes.

“Yeah, you do that. It’s for the better.”

Jimin paused to think. Han might give him away if the police pressed too much. He untied the bundle and extracted a couple diamonds, passing them over to Han.

“Here’s a gift, you keep quiet and you can have them for free.”

Han looked at the stones in his hand wide-eyed, unable to stammer out his thanks. He nodded silently, bending down to examine the stones.

Police sirens were sounding in the distance, growing closer by the second. Jimin’s foot was almost out the door when Han called:

“These ain’t diamonds, they’re Zirconia! They’re worthless!”

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#bts fanfic #bts jimin #bts #bangtan fanfic #bangtan #parkner #park jimin x reader #park jimin x oc #park jimin x y/n #Fool's Diamonds #jimin #bangtan boys #bts fanfction #bts park jimin #chimchim #thief au

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luckycheesefoodie321 · 4 years

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Y’all. YALL. KIPO SEASON 2 is FIREEEEEEEE

Heroes on Fire...

Anyway!

Binge watched Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts Season 2 today and y’all it was sooooo good!!

MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD

I was gonna do a cut off but... I can’t be bothered getting my laptop sooo...

LONG POST TOO!!! Plus I have enough spoiler tags I think...

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First of all... Scarlemagne = Mojo-jojo but with actual redemption arc potential???

They really set homie up as the biggest bad and then the twist mystery that Lio and Scarlemagne are connected at the end of S1... but then every much like The Storm from ATLA, we just DEEP-DIVED into Scarlemagne aka HUGO’s backstory and you’re like “well shit, no fucking wonder he got so damn twisted and hating on humans”

And yknow what even with his convoluted thinking and the terrible things he’s done, I’m really really glad they didn’t go down the whole “I blame Kipo bc I’m jealous she took Lio and Song’s attention away from me and that’s why they left me behind” story line... it’s absolutely fascinating that at no point does Scarlemagne blame Kipo, and even looks at her as a sister... like his line “you’re not the one who rejected me” was so powerful, bc he recognises she was just an innocent baby and sees the same confused child in her that he was when he was left alone on the surface... and twisted though his attempts of making her happy were, he was really reaching out for someone who genuinely cares about him again, and it helps that she’s also the daughter of the two people he once viewed as parental figures... and also Kipo’s just naturally empathetic and sees the good in people...

Then she was willing to sacrifice her humanity for a stadium full of mutes and Lio pulled him out of danger... so I’m reaaaallly hoping they keep this potential redemption going... bc really Hugo and Kipo are perfect mirrors of each other... very Zuko/Aang reminiscent... Hugo the animal experiment that was given human hopes and dreams and abilities, only to be thrust into a confusing and scary place with strange powers, and seemingly betrayed by the people he loves most... Kipo, the human experiment, with typical hopes and dreams but is forced into a confusing and scary place with strange powers, and finds out her whole birth and life has been a lie...

One of them just came out of it better...

Secondly... Kipo’s inner Mega-Jaguar scene = Naruto and the Nine-Tails Fox???

Like slowly learning to control the little bits of power that sneak through... being able to change between forms at will provided there is something anchoring her human half... that whole water/mirror/internal Jaguar sequence?!?!... USING THE POWER OF FRIENDSHIP TO GET A GRIP ON HER HUMANITY?!?!

ACCESSING AN EVOLVED FORM OF HERSELF WHISLT THINKING OF THE PEOPLE SHE WANTED TO SAVE?!?!

Yo if that ain’t Naruto idk what is...

Next we have Mom the Monkey...

Wasn’t too hard of a leap to figure out... I probably clocked into it maybe mid ep 1?? Idk what triggered it but yeah don’t think that was meant to be a difficult leap to make... that aside, I like that they didn’t have Song immediately change back or have her wits about her when Mulholland helped free her from the pheromones... she’s been a monkey for 13 years, under the control of Dr Emilia, she hasn’t spoken and she didn’t have little moments to control her powers like Kipo... so figuring out how to change her back is a good ongoing mission to have I think... it also makes the fact that Kipo was the one to get through to her in the first place even more powerful and that’s SO dope...

Lio... yknow what when grown ups in these types of stories have regrets and the children are dealing with their consequences it can be very frustrating... but I like that Lio is more than willing to reflect on his past mistakes (valid tho it was that he had no choice but to grab Kipo and run before Emilia could get to her) and is also willing to ACT ON IT...he gives Kipo’s ideas a chance and its even shown for real when Scarlemagne forced him to tell the truth... Hugo was a child he raised and he doesn’t want to leave him behind anymore... even if he’s done so much bad... I’m also glad they showed Kipo expressing disappointment in her fathers actions, empathy for Hugo’s pain, but that didn’t mean she was suddenly disillusioned to her father and what kind of person he is... that can also be a very frustrating aspect of these types of plot lines...

Benson and his darling potentially mutual crush, Troy? What else can i say but beautiful first awkward teen crush PERFECTION! Both of them blushing when Benson ended up on top of Troy after tackling Troy out of the way of a rampaging Pierre? Troy kissing him on the cheek? Troy helping Benson out of the pit and the same falling in love music playing while Benson gazed up at Troy?? TROY AND BENSON HOLDING HANDS WHILE SCARED AND CLINGING TO EACH OTHER?!?!?

TROY BEING AT LEAST PARTIALLY (Latino? Hispanic?) MEANING EVEN MORE POC CHARACTERS AS MAINS LIKE HECK YEAH!!!

Sidenote: a good chunk of the music is like... “rap” music and they always hit during fight scenes and it’s great...

Also: the Kipo title sequence? A bop we must never forget...

SPEAKING OF BOPS WE MUST NEVER FORGET: Heroes on Fire... a karaoke classic I must learn... used with the Power of Friendship can turn a mega mute back to human...

Also also my love and life Jamack??? Continuing to help Kipo out even if he’s a total tsundere about it?!?! LITERALLY CANNOT STOP HIMSELF FROM HELPING HER?!?! I love him... and I want him to join the gang... so bad...

ALSO. The whole second episode was basically about cheese.

Feta. Gouda. Chevre. Fromage.

Idk about that whole... Soothsayer meets the Grey Sisters (Greek mythology? Three sisters, one eye, one tooth? Is that what they’re called?) business with the cheese but whatever it was fun... they were just straight up tossing knives at Kipo to get her latent powers to activate and that was hilarious... also Mr Miyagi moment I guess XD but it means Kipo’s created a whole brain pathway between Herbs in/Herbs out and how she controls her powers and she even mentions that...

Also mega bummed about Ratland burning down...

I also wanna know what was up with the sentient Fun Gus and why it had the mind of a child...

FINALLY: our new big bad - Dr Emilia...

WHAT COMPLETELY TOOK ME BY SURPRISE WAS IT WASNT SCARLEMAGNE WHO PUT HER UNDER HIS CONTROL BUT FRIGGEN THESE CLOAKED HUMANS...Monkey Mom wasn’t a surprise but THAT sure was

We’re really leaning into the one race supremacy theme here huh? But also the reckless and callous treatment of animals and the earth by humans... without regard for how they feel... and after mutating and having and being able to communicate their thoughts and feelings and dreams, Emilia still thinks it would be better to remove that and return them to just animals...

Fascinated to see where they go from here...anyway... go watch Kipo and the Age of Wonderbeasts so we can get a season 3 babeyyyyy

#spoilers #kipo #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts spoilers #kipo spoilers #season 2 #kipo season 2 #kipo seasons 2 spoilers #kipo and the age of wonderbeasts season 2 spoilers #wolf #benson #dave #wolfatha christie the fourth #dreamworks kipo #mandu #long post

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nataliedanovelist · 4 years

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GF - How A Star Is Born ch.IV

A Hercules AU, founded by @evaroze, whom this fic is a gift for. I hope y’all like it!

ch.III - ch.V

AO3 link

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Stan allowed the cool, salt-scented breeze ruffled his clothes as he leaned forward at the window, watching lightning strike the ocean from a far. He and the kid were safe. A gust of wind threatened to kill the fire, so Stan closed the window and turned back to the fireplace, where Dipper sat flexing his hand after wrapping some bandages around his scraped knuckles. He stood up and grinned at his teacher. “I’m ready, what else have you got?”

“Hold it, buddy boy, that’s enough for today.” Stan chuckled and sat in his chair covered in furs, making a comfortable small throne for the king of the house. “Just relax.”

“C’mon, please.” Dipper begged and stood by his side. “This is the best I’ve ever done, let’s see if I can beat my record on the obstacle course or something!”

“Listen, key to being a hero is knowing when to start and when to stop.” Stan said as he leaned back and relaxed. “You might be a demigod, but you still need rest. Just sit back and enjoy the storm happening outside and try to put something in your gut. Soup’s almost ready, anyways.”

Dipper sighed, admitting defeat, and sat on his pillow next to Stan’s big chair. After a year of training with him, though his body still ached from time to time, he was succeeding more than failing recently. It was like he was finally on his way to becoming a true hero. He didn’t want to stop, not when he was so close to being with his family, but he knew better than to push Stan on an argument, and so he watched the fire crackle as he heard the lightning storm outside. “Stanford must be mad.” Dipper said to fill the air.

Stan snorted; Dipper had learned by now that the old guy had a weird hatred for the Ruler of the Gods. Ever since that first introduction Dipper never said another word about Stanford being his potential family, since clearly Stan wasn’t buying it, but every once in a while Dipper would talk to Mabel through the drawings of his journal, and she was always praising him and telling him stories of her and Grunkle Ford. Dipper believed her and decided to just keep his connections to his family to himself.

“Doesn’t take much to make that jerk mad.” Stan muttered and stood up to mix the soup.

Dipper shrugged, thought about his question, and decided to risk it and ask his mentor, “You got something against Stanford?”

“What makes you ask, kiddo?”

Again, Dipper shrugged. “You don’t really bad-mouth the other gods. I mean, I don’t care if you do, but you just seem to have something against one of the most powerful gods despite the possibility he could strike your house and burn it to the ground.”

“Ha! That’d be a new one.” Stan laughed harshly and tasted the soup and shrugged. “Eh, we’ll give it a few minutes. Anyways, I guess the other gods just ain’t worth my bad-mouthing. But if it’ll make you feel better I’ll bad-mouth the others, too, to make it fair.” He joked.

Dipper chuckled and let slip, “I don’t care as long as you leave Mabel out of it.”

“Right, your sister.” Dipper was surprised that Stan had remembered that; he never talked about his sister to him. “You miss her, don’t you, kid?” The old man asked, his back still to his student as he stirred dinner.

Dipper sighed and nodded. “I just wanna be a family again, that’s all.”

Stan finally turned to him and he ruffled the boy’s hair, making his bangs stick up and reveal his birthmark. “You’ll get there. I promise.”

Dipper smiled, flattened his hair again, and said, “Thanks.”

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Olympus was filled to the brim and busy, the ballroom crowded and loud as the audience waited for the introduction of the Muse in Training. Stanford sat in his throne with Fiddleford by his side, both grinning and excited to see how far their little girl had come. The messenger even had a colorful array of flowers on his lap to give to her when she finished her performance.

“She’s grown up so much.” Stanford said.

“Indeed.” Fiddleford agreed.

The Ruler of the Gods glanced over at his closest friend and asked, “Do you think I’m too hard on her?”

“In what way?”

Stanford shrugged. “She wants to leave Olympus.”

“Not forever, my friend. She just wants t’see the world. Every other god gets t’come n’ go from here, she simply wishes t’as well.” Fiddleford reminded him.

Stanford took in a deep breath, held it, and let it go. “I’m thinking of giving her a curfew.”

Fiddleford blinked in shock and then grinned. “Really?”

“Perhaps… it’ll be good for her to have some time to herself.” Stanford theorized. “If I made it clear that she must be home by sundown, and if I gave her permission to go exploring after her lessons…”

“I think that’s a fair compromise.” Fiddleford said with a nod. “Really, has she done anythang t’prove she couldn’t be trusted?”

Stanford shook her head. “No. She’s the most honest, trustworthy person I know, right next to you and Bill, of course.”

“No offense taken.” Fiddleford chose to ignore Bill’s name drop.

“Then it’s settled.” Stanford sat up straighter. “After her performance, I shall grant her a curfew and allow her to explore the valley below us.”

“I think that’s a good start.” Fiddleford patted his shoulder. “You’re doin’ the right thang.”

Horns rang through the air, glittering smoke filled the air and collected in five groups, and there five beautiful ladies in white dresses stood on the stage, ready to introduce their apprentice. Stanford and Fiddleford applauded for the stunning arrival, along with the other gods, and after a swift show-off of their beautiful voices, the Muses parted ways to make way for the newest among them… but no one came.

A minute of dead, shocked, confused silence was deafening on the mountain, until a booming voice rang through and caused lightning to strike. “MABEL!”

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“A little more bandages, some grapes for being a good boy, and a kiss to make it feel better.” Mabel kissed the tiny ankle by the black hoof and grinned at the animal by her side, sitting on the soft grass on her knees. “All done! You’re back in action, Waddles.”

The pig stood on all four to do a little trot in place. He oinked happily to find no pain in his leg and he licked Mabel’s cheek in thanks as she scooped him up to hug him. “Aw, you’re welcome.”

A clash of lightning over her head rang out. Mabel’s heart dropped as she looked up the mountain behind her, dark clouds hiding the top. She cringed and sighed. “I missed the concert, didn’t I?”

She knew it was risky to sneak away right before her debut, but she had to! The little piggy was hurt, caught in a branch, and Mabel had freed him yesterday and swiftly returned home, but Waddles still needed to be cleaned up or he could get an infection, so the first chance she got the young goddess slipped away and helped the animal.

Mabel stood up and sighed. No point in trying to hide. As if on cue, Fiddleford could be seen running down the mountain at super speed and relaxed at seeing Mabel in the valley. He ran up to her and put a hand on her shoulder. “Mabel! Ya know you’re not allowed off Olympus! Stanford’s worried sick.”

“I know, I know!” Mabel whined. “But Waddles needed me.”

“Who?” Fiddleford looked down at the pig oinking at Mabel’s feet and rubbing against her legs.

“Waddles.” Mabel introduced. “I call him that because he waddles.”

“Sweetie, ya ain’t suppose to name it.” Fiddleford said with his eyes shut. “Once you name it, ya start gettin’ attached t’it. Now c’mon, I’m supposed t’take ya home.”

Mabel took the time to scratch Waddles goodbye and then allowed Fiddleford to walk her up the mountain gloomily.

At the gate Stanford was pacing, a nervous wreck, but when he saw his niece, rather than relax, he was hysterical. He pulled her into a tight hug and checked all over her body for injuries, and then proceeded to grab her by the shoulder tightly and walk her into their temple with Fiddleford behind them, prepared to play referee and to stop his friend if he became too harsh.

“Mable, how dare you leave without my permission!”

“I’m sorry, but Waddles the pig needed my help…”

“I don’t care, let the other gods take care of it if they see fit to do so!” Stanford snapped. “You are to stay on Olympus where I can keep you safe!”

“Grunkle Ford, please, nothing has ever happened to me and…” She bit her lip. Oops.

Stanford’s whole face turned red with anger. “You’ve been down on Earth before, haven’t you? Haven’t you?!”

“O-Only twice.” Mabel mumbled to her feet with her hands behind her back.

“MABEL!”

“Stanford, control yourself.” Fiddleford said warningly next to his partner.

“Sweetheart, do you have any idea how dangerous Earth is?!” Stanford scolded. “Have I taught you nothing?! You could have been kidnapped, or hurt, or worse!”

“I can take care of myself, I’ve been doing it for thirteen years.” Mabel said weakly.

“You are not ready!” Stanford bellowed. “You’re just a little girl! You’re too…” He bit his tongue and backtracked, stopping himself from saying something hurtful. “You’re only thirteen! You’re not ready for the mortal world!”

But Mabel was staring up at him, finally, with eyes filled with tears. “You were gonna say ‘weak’, weren’t you?”

“N-No.” The god looked cornered. “No, sweetheart, I wasn’t.” He had never been the best at lying.

Mabel bit her lip. “You think I’m weak. You think I’m just some stupid girl.”

Stanford got on his knees and put his polydactyl hands on her shoulders. “Mabel, darling, no…”

Mabel shrugged his hands off of her and walked past the males for her bedroom. “It’s fine, I don’t care. Bet you wished I was taken instead of Mason, huh?” And she closed the door behind her harshly.

Stanford stared at the wood that separated him from his family. For a few moments no one moved or said a word, until Stanford said weakly, “Do you think she truly believes that, or only said it out of mixed emotions?”

Fiddleford stood behind him and patted his shoulder. “Well, in retrospect, ya don’t talk ‘bout him. At all. N’ when ya do, you’re extremely mournful of it.”

“Yes, but not because…”

“I know,” Fiddleford stopped him. “N’ I think she knows it, too, deep down, but I think she needs a gentle reminder that that’s not how ya feel. Give her some alone time to breathe, n’ then talk to her, not yell at her.”

Stanford nodded and rose with shaking knees. He was surprised to find a smile on Fiddleford’s face. “What?”

“She reminds me a lot of her great… excuse me, her grunkle.” Fiddleford shared.

Stanford snorted. “We are a lot alike…”

“I wasn’t talkin’ ‘bout you.” Fiddleford said as he walked away. “I’m just sayin’ that sneakin’ off t’care for an animal n’ namin’ it n’ basically adoptin’ it as a pet is somethang a young god once did.” And he left Stanford alone with his thoughts.

He sighed and muttered to himself, “I know she is a lot like him. That’s what worries me.”

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If Stanford was honest, he admired Mabel’s room. It was a beautiful place with fluffy clouds, a big window showcasing the world below, a soft bed with a nightstand that hosted her music box and a vase of her family, and every inch of her walls was coated in paintings. Birds, people, trees, animals, the moon and sun, everything, even the ceiling, was covered in beautiful paintings. Stanford always loved to sit with her and talk, and occasionally be given permission to paint with her, though he felt unworthy of that privilege today.

Through the door he could hear the music box playing. That was a relatively good sign. Grunkle Ford gently knocked on the door and waited for permission to enter. “Mabel, sweetie, may I come in?”

“Mm, hm.”

Grunkle Ford slowly opened the door and found her in her usual spot. Criss-cross on the bed, by her nightstand, and hugging her pillow with her arms and legs and she had her face down on the fluffy cloud of a pillow to hide. “Mabel, I owe you an apology.” Grunkle Ford said as he stepped into the room and closed the door. “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that. I’m sorry.”

Mabel sniffed into her pillow and rested her chin on it, showing her beautiful brown eyes that were still forming tears. “I’m sorry I ruined the performance.”

“It’s okay,” Grunkle Ford sat by her side, giving her a few inches of space. “I don’t care about that, not nearly as much as I care about your safety. I was so scared of losing you, but that’s no excuse. I shouldn’t have lost my temper like that.”

Mabel sniffed and tried to blink her eyes dry. “I like you better as a dad than as a god.” She mumbled, mouth covered by the pillows and her eyes peering up at him.

Grunkle Ford smiled at that, feeling his heart in his throat. “Yeah?”

“And you like me better as your d-... kid than a muse, right?” She cried, her face now fully in her pillow.

“Oh, Mabel.” Grunkle Ford whispered and gently scooped her up into his arms and held her tenderly. “Oh, my darling Mabel. Yes, of course I do.”

Mabel let her cloud pillow go and she hugged him around the neck. Grunkle Ford rubbed circles into her back as he whispered gently to her. “Sweetheart, I love you very much. You’re my entire world. The idea of being without you… it terrifies me. But I’m afraid I’ve allowed that fear to cloud my better judgement, and I’m sorry. And, for what it’s worth… I’m beyond grateful The Faiths gave me you.”

Mabel sniffed, letting her grunkle’s toga catch her tears. “You don’t wish M-Mason was here instead of me?”

“No,” Grunkle Ford said. “I do miss your brother, more than words can say, but I love you very much and wouldn’t trade you away for anything in the world.”

Mabel looked up at him with hope glistening in her eyes. “Promise?”

“Promise.”

“Cross your heart?” Grunkle Ford chuckled and crossed his heart. Mabel rested her head there and smiled with a tiny giggle. “I love your heartbeat.”

And no, Grunkle Ford was not crying. He stubbornly cleared his throat and blinked his eyes dry as he combed his niece’s beautiful brown hair. “So, I have a proposition for you.”

“Okay?”

“I know you want to come and go like everybody else, but I’m afraid I can’t allow that. I still stand by what I said. You are still young. Something I envy actually.” He added and they both chuckled. “But I think I have a nice compromise.”

“Isn’t that bending the law?”

“Uh… no. It’s an agreement met in the middle of what both parties want.” Grunkle Ford loosened her hold on her so they could look at each other. “Here’s what I am offering: I am willing to give you a curfew if you promise me you can stand by it. After your lessons, you may go down to the valley at the base of the mountain, and perhaps a bit into the woods that surround the valley, but you must tell me when you are leaving and you must be home by sundown. Does that sound fair?”

“YES!” Mabel cheered and bounced in his lap. “Yes, that’s all I want! I just wanna go exploring! Thank you thank you THANK YOU, Grunkle Ford!”

He chuckled and smiled at her. “Promise me you will follow the rules?”

“I promise.”

“Cross your heart?” And Mabel did so before leaping back into his arms for a tight hug. And no, Grunkle Ford still wasn’t crying. “Thank you, my dear.” He said as he hugged her again. “I’m glad I can trust you.”

Yup. That hurt. That made the tears come back in Mabel’s eyes. She hated secrets, more than anything, and she loved her grunkle but hated it when he kept things from her, but that didn’t make it right to keep things from him. She blinked her eyes dry and muttered into his shoulder, “You can’t trust me.”

Grunkle Ford let her sit on his lap to look at her softly, though his heart did pick up speed at that statement. “What do you mean?”

Mabel sighed and bit her lip, not looking back at her great-uncle. “I’ve been talking to D-... to Mason.”

Grunkle Ford stared at her. “You have?”

“I didn’t leave Olympus!” Mabel quickly explained. “Not really! I just projected myself on the art in the Temple of the Gods when he went there to pray and know who he was! I couldn’t help myself, I’m sorry! He deserved to know! He’s my twin! Twins shouldn’t keep secrets from each other! And I had always wanted to talk to him! And, and…”

“Mabel, Mabel,” Grunkle Ford hushed and combed her hair with his six fingers. “It’s alright, it’s alright. I’m not mad. I… I knew you two would meet someday. I hated the fact that you had to be apart, it wasn’t fair. I just… I… Well, how did he take the news that he was a god?” He asked with a low chuckle.

Mabel gave a watery giggle. “He didn’t believe me at first. But he came around. He’s trying to become a true hero so his godhood will come back.”

“What?!” Grunkle Ford gasped and asked sternly, “Did you tell him that was possible?”

“Well, yeah, cuz it is…”

“Mabel! You shouldn’t have done that.” He scolded as lightly as his anxiety would let him. “He could get hurt or killed.”

“But how else is he supposed to come home?” Mabel asked.

“At least he has a chance to live a happy life on Earth.”

“But Grunkle Ford! If becoming a hero will bring him home…”

“He can’t come home if he’s dead, Mabel!”

The girl growled in her throat, losing patience with Grunkle Ford’s hopelessness, and yelled, “Well, what was I supposed to do?! I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing! Do you have any idea how much it hurts to lose a twin?!”

Mabel had shouted that more in a rhetorical sense, expecting Grunkle Ford to not answer, or to admit defeat and say no; what she definitely didn’t expect was for Grunkle Ford to sigh, nod his head, and say, “I do, actually.”

The young muse blinked at him, letting his words sink in. Grunkle Ford looked so sad, so full of shame. It was the same way he looked when he thought about Dipper and believed he was alone. “Y-You do? Did you have...?”

Grunkle Ford nodded solemnly. “I did. Once. A long time ago.”

Mabel had a million questions for him. She wanted to know everything, but she decided to open with an easy question to ease her uncle into telling her what happened. “Well, what’s their name?”

Grunkle Ford met her eyes with a small, sad smile on his face. “Stanley. The Trainer of Heroes.”

#GF #gravity falls au #gravity falls #stan pines #ford pines #dipper pines #mabel pines #Mabel and Ford bonding #gift #fanfiction #help?#i love this au too much.?

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Love Her (Part 9)

Summary: The reader and Dean spend a quiet morning together reflecting on their pasts before they try to get to the bottom of the reader’s legal situation...

Masterlist

Pairing: Doctor!Dean x foster daughter!reader

Word Count: 4,100ish

Warnings: language, mentions of death

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“There’s flowers here,” you said as Dean picked up the old ones from the cemetery ground fifteen minutes later.

“I bring some for your mom when I come see Jo,” he said, setting a few new blue ones down.

“Thanks. I haven’t been here in a long time,” you said.

“I didn’t know her but she’s important to me,” he said. You took one from his hand and walked over to where Jo was and set one down.

“What about Mr. Jones?” you asked, pointing at the space between the two of them.

“Yeah. You can have one too Jim Jones,” said Dean. “You keep an eye on these ladies for us when we’re not around. Unless you’re a zombie. Otherwise stay there.”

“Zombies aren’t real,” you said.

“I ain’t taking my chances,” he said. He carried the dead flowers over to a trash can and dropped them inside, holding onto one fresh one. He waved you over and he started to walk along one of the small roadways.

“Where are we going?”

“Adam,” he said. “I haven’t been since the funeral but I’m pretty sure it was up here somewhere.”

“You know it wasn’t your fault,” you said.

“He was a child. I wasn’t,” said Dean.

“If something like that happened with me and the twins, would you blame me?”

“No. Never,” he said.

“Then why would you blame yourself?” you asked. “I’m also starting to figure out that adults don’t know half the shit they pretend to.”

“That’s kind of the secret of being an adult, sweetheart. None of us know what we’re doing,” he said.

“Well I think you’re wrong if you think what happened to your brothers was your fault,” you said.

“You don’t know what happened,” he said.

“He fell and hit his head. What, you're gonna find a way to turn off gravity so that doesn’t happen?” you asked. He stared at you before he broke out into a laugh. “I’m serious. You can’t control physics. It wasn’t your fault.”

“You know, of all the people who ever told me it wasn’t my fault, no one ever quite put it like that,” he said. “Gravity. I like that one.”

“Dean.”

“I know it was nothing I did, Y/N,” he said. “I’ve had nineteen years to come to terms with that. Last night was just...I shouldn’t have acted like that in front of you.”

“You’re human. You’re allowed to act like one,” you said. “I was glad you did. Not that you were upset but...you care about me enough to get upset over me...and Adam too.”

“Still the stuff about Adam...I shouldn’t have done that. Ana said one little thing and it set me off,” he said.

“You didn’t get violent. You got upset. Everyone was upset and you take care of everyone else so much you just bottle it up. You gotta let Ana and Sam take care of you sometimes. God knows you aren’t going to let me do it,” you said.

“Can I talk to you like an adult for a minute?” he asked as you walked and you nodded. “The reason I got so upset last night wasn’t just because we found out that something potentially bad has been going on this whole time. It’s that someone I care about, that is my responsibility, was hurt and I couldn’t protect them the way I was supposed to. Again. First it was Sam in the fire as kids and then Adam died and then Jo and then you got ripped away and I realized I should have done more for you and it was just one more person I failed.”

“Dean,” you said, putting your hands in your pockets. “You know that’s completely fucking wrong, don’t you?”

“Uh, no and watch the language,” he said.

“Uh, yeah. You freaking bring my dead mom, a woman you’ve never met by the way, flowers for her grave. That alone should tell you how wrong you are,” you said.

“How did I not fail you?” he said as he stopped all of a sudden.

“You didn’t forget about me. You didn’t stop caring about me. You gave my little brother and sister a dad, and now they have a mom too which I am happy they have because they never had those things. You came back for me. How the fuck did you fail me, Dean?” you asked.

“I shouldn’t have had to come back in the first place,” he said.

“Dean. I’m not a kid. I’m not Ry or Rae. I know you aren’t Superman. You can’t save me from everything. I don’t need to be. But you try on the hard stuff and the only other person that ever gave a shit like that was my mom. You’ve never failed me, Dean. You helped me,” you said. “You didn’t even want me at first and you helped me.”

“That’s not true,” he said.

“You wanted a little girl,” you said.

“Yeah, I did. But then you bumped into me at Paula’s office and yelled at me and I asked her who you were and why you were upset and I chose Rae and Ryan and you after that. I wanted all of you. The idea in my head of my family changed. I wasn’t going to adopt a kid because I needed it but because they needed it more,” he said. “I just wanted all of you after that.”

“Why didn’t-“

“You were angry and so protective of yourself and the twins. You never would have believed me. It was okay. I know us even now, it’s okay if you’re still angry at me.”

“I’m not angry. I was on Saturday night but you kept your promise like you said. I’m not angry at you Dean. I’m done being angry at you,” you said. “Unless you eat my triple fudge ice cream, then I can’t promise anything.”

“I’ll do my best to stay away,” he said, starting to walk again. “Ana has reminded me to be careful around women and chocolate.”

“Smart woman,” you said, bumping his arm. “She’s cute. Ana.”

“We are not having this conversation,” he said.

“Of all the shit we talk about and talking about girls is what scares you?” you said. You giggled, Dean pausing as you kept walking.

“Well if that’s not the most adorable sound I ever heard,” he chuckled. “I’ve never heard you giggle before.”

“I don’t remember the last time I did,” you said. “Oh, and you are not getting out of this one that easy.”

“I like her. What’s there to talk about?” he asked, a shy smile on his face.

“You have such a crush,” you said.

“She’s my fiancé. I think saying I have a crush is a bit redundant,” said Dean.

“You love her?” you asked. He looked back over his shoulder and nodded. “Jo probably would have wanted you to move on and be happy you know.”

“It’s different this time. I don’t love Ana less or anything. One was just, my person, and the other was my ‘we’re both hurt but we can help each other’ person,” he said.

“Ana said she was married before.”

“She understands what it’s like to have loved someone like that before and then lose them. We both do. She’s not scared of my crap and I’m not scared of hers. It’s not any less than what it was like with Jo. It’s just different,” he said.

“I understand,” you said. He veered off to the right and you followed him, Dean slowing his walk. He was looking around for a moment before he stopped at a grave and you stood beside him. “So you haven’t been here since the funeral?”

“No,” he said, setting the flower down. “Too many bad memories.”

“Did you have good ones?” you asked.

“Yeah. I went to college not long after Adam came to live with us. I never knew him as well as Sam or my parents did. He used to avoid me at first. I think he was afraid. I was so angry at dad back then. I don’t blame him,” said Dean.

“Yeah but obviously that changed,” you said.

“I never hated him. I hated the idea of him. But not him. He was just proof of dad’s cheating. But he was a scared little kid all by himself. So Sam was a brother to him and I tried to be one when I was around. I’d take them out for ice cream or we’d go to a baseball game. The camping trip was Adam’s idea. He was so excited. He told all of his friends at school his big brothers were taking him camping,” he said. “It was right after they got done with school for the year. The first two days were great. Then we went for a hike and I got lost.”

“You got lost?”

“Mhm. It started to storm. I slipped and fell. My shoulder popped right out. I shouted pretty loud and Sam and Adam came rushing over apparently they were that close. Sam fell too and landed on his arm. But Adam fell backwards and hit his head. Kid never even felt a thing. Split second and he was gone,” said Dean. “It was an accident and it was my fault.”

“I’m pretty sure Adam would agree with me and say you’re wrong. Again,” you said.

“I know. Can you give me a minute?” he asked. You nodded and went back to the path, finding a bench to sit on. Dean wandered over a few minutes later, sighing as he took a seat. “I should come up here more often. This part of the cemetery. It’s pretty.”

“Feel any better?” you asked.

“Yeah. Ana sort of told me I had to go face my fears,” he said. “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Death doesn’t scare me,” you said. “A lot scares me but not that.”

“You know if I could give you your childhood back I would,” he said. “In a heartbeat.”

“S’okay,” you said with a smile. “I didn’t have the most awesome childhood. I think adulthood is going to go better though.”

“How’s it going so far?” he asked.

“Four days in and it’s pretty good. I get told to swear less often at least,” you said, Dean shaking his head.

“Watch it around the twins and not directed at people,” he said, holding up a finger.

“Deal,” you said. “But it’s good. I feel better. Aside from the whole concussion thing.”

“If there’s ever a next time, let me take the hit, alright?” he said.

“I hope there’s not a next time,” you said, Dean running his thumb gently over your bruised cheek. “So I know I asked this morning but are you doing okay now?”

“I’m better, sweetheart,” he said as he stood up. “Come on. We should head back before our prison warden gets pissed at us for staying out too long.”

“Ana won’t care,” you said, walking back down the path.

“Y/N,” he said after a few minutes of silence. “What you said last night...and the stuff you said today...your mom would be so incredibly proud of who you are. I know I am. You have the right to be anything but kind and you just keep on telling fate where to shove it.”

“I don’t like when you’re upset,” you said. “I don’t like being mean to you either. I’m done with that, Dean.”

“Come on,” he said, kissing the top of your head and throwing his arm over your shoulders. “Let’s go home, sweetheart.”

“Can we take a break?” you asked Sam after his near constant questions that afternoon. He nodded and you put your hands on your head.

“Headache?” asked Dean as you heard water be set down in front of you.

“M’kinda dizzy,” you said, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Just take a second,” he said as you felt Sam’s hand on your shoulder. “That was a lot of walking earlier and Sammy’s lawyer stuff confuses me even.”

You took a few deep breaths and your head got clear again, Dean checking you out when you lifted your head.

“Let’s call it a day,” said Dean. You opened your mouth to protest but he frowned. “Y/N.”

“Fine,” you said.

“Go take a nap in your room. Lights off, no reading for the next few days,” he said.

“Alright, alright,” you said. He went with you and shut your blinds as you lay down with your blanket, letting out a sigh.

“I'll come check on you in a bit, sweetheart,” he said, pulling your door shut.

“She okay?” you heard Sam outside the door.

“Yeah. Too much overstimulation. Brain still has a bruise on it. She needs more breaks if we’re gonna do this again tomorrow,” said Dean.

“I think I got most of the information down, at least on her end,” said Sam.

“So what do you think is going on?” asked Dean.

“I’m not a criminal lawyer, De,” said Sam.

“Sam.”

“Something shady is definitely happening. That was not a standard clause that we found in those papers. Nothing can go beyond this house right now and I mean nothing. The next thing to do, and I will go with Y/N and you tomorrow, but we are going to go downtown and we’re signing the paperwork to have Y/N be released out of foster care. Someone that is not Paula. I’ll read it and then Y/N can sign it and she’s good,” said Sam.

“You think someone might try to take her again?”

“I think she’s in a gray area right now and we want to get her out of it. Yes, she has rights like an adult but we don’t know what might try and be pulled,” said Sam.

“Obviously the dad is involved,” said Dean.

“Maybe. Maybe not,” said Sam.

“Sam, it’s pretty simple. He’s involved.”

“Odds are, yes. But I have to check everything out, very carefully, just in case,” he said. “Okay?”

“I know. Thanks,” said Dean.

“She’s my niece too you know,” said Sam. “I care about her.”

“Adam wouldn’t have been that much older than her. Only nine years,” said Dean after a moment. “You’re not that much older than her.”

“Ana said you guys went up to the cemetery this morning,” said Sam. “I thought you were too scared to ever go see him.”

“I used to be. I needed to go see him though. Y/N has a way of putting things in perspective,” said Dean.

“Kid’s been through shit too,” said Sam.

“But we always had mom and dad. Even when dad and I were horrible to each other, I always had mom or you or Jo or Ana. She had to be Rae and Ryan’s mother half the time before she wound up alone.”

“You had to be my dad half the time.”

“Sam-“

“It was not pretty when the affair came out. You like to forget that mom left us for months and dad was off with his dying girlfriend and you took care of me and Adam. I never forgot that,” said Sam. “Why do you think Y/N can get in your head so easy? You guys are so similar you don’t even know it.”

“I know,” said Dean with a sigh. “Just get her safe tomorrow, Sammy. You can’t even understand how badly I need her to be safe. I don’t want anyone controlling her life anymore.”

“I will. You have to promise to be calm tomorrow,” said Sam. “We’re taking no chances.”

“I’ll be on my best behavior, Sammy.”

“We’ve been waiting over an hour,” you said, laying your head against the conference room table the next day.

“A lot of being a lawyer is waiting around,” said Sam as he taped his pen.

“Remind me to never be a lawyer. No offense,” you said. Sam chuckled and Dean got up from his chair again.

“Relax, Dean,” said Sam as Dean started to pace.

“I’m worried,” said Dean.

“Over what?”

“Have you met me? Everything,” he said.

“Is that why you’re a family doctor?” you asked, both of them looking at you. “Again, no offense. Just curious.”

“No. I uh, wanted to do cardiovascular surgery at first,” said Dean.

“Heart surgeon,” said Sam.

“It’s not just the heart,” said Dean. “But the state offers a deal since family doctors are in short supply. Basically less school, less bills, and the state would cover my student debt as long as I work as a family doctor for ten years. I like kids so it was a no brainer,” said Dean.

“Do you like it?” you asked.

“I like working normal hours and it’s typically non-life threatening stuff,” said Dean. “Pay ain’t bad either.”

“We didn’t have a lot growing up. You’ve seen our parents house,” said Sam.

“I get that,” you said. “Your house is the nicest I’ve ever stayed in.”

“Our house,” said Dean. You lifted your head up. “Our house is the nicest you’ve ever stayed in. Also, our house is nice but it’s not half as nice as the other ones in the neighborhood. A lot of money is getting tucked away for your kid’s college funds. Besides, you’ve never even seen Sam’s.”

“I moved in there like three months ago,” he said.

“Still nice. He has a pool,” said Dean.

“And where is Sam’s new house?” you asked.

“Birch,” he said.

“Isn’t Birch like two streets over?” you asked.

“Mhm,” said Dean with a smirk. “Little brother just couldn’t stand to stay away from me.”

“Don’t make me vomit,” said Sam as the door opened. All three of you turned your heads when you saw a woman you didn’t recognize walk in.

“Kelly Norris. I oversee the local office,” she said, holding out her hand and shaking each of yours. “May I ask what is going on that a lawyer, an ex-foster parent and a foster child are requesting to work with me directly?”

“Just want to make sure my client can leave the system successfully,” said Sam.

“I’m gonna need more than that,” she said.

“A legal adult consulted my services in order to properly leave the system. She is eighteen and this paperwork contains a lot of legalese that most adults couldn’t understand. I am simply here to help,” said Sam.

“We have people to help fosters that are leaving understand those kinds of things,” said Kelly. “It’s a straightforward process that very rarely involves lawyers.”

“I’m sure it does. What’s the harm in having me read over a document with my client?” asked Sam.

“Paula indicated that it was Dr. Winchester who requested a lawyer look at the documents,” said Kelly. You started to get a bad feeling and got up, poking your head out of the room. You quickly went back inside and over to Sam.

“Say you aren’t my lawyer,” you mumbled. He cocked his head and you grabbed his arm. “Say it’s someone else and you’re filling in.”

“Excuse me but what is going on?” asked Kelly.

“Sam isn’t actually my lawyer. He’s filling in for someone today,” you said.

“Well who is your lawyer?”

“Jody Miller. She’s a senior partner at my firm. Something came up last minute and I’m filling in for her,” said Sam.

“You three stay here for a moment,” she said. She left the room and Sam shut the door, throwing his hands up.

“What was that?” he said.

“There’s a cop in the hall,” you said.

“A cop?” asked Dean.

“Oh shit,” said Sam, looking at you and then Dean as you saw it click for him. “I’m pretty sure she just saved all our asses.”

“By lying?” asked Dean.

“By separating herself from us,” said Sam as you nodded. “You sure you don’t want to be a lawyer someday?”

“We’re still screwed if your boss doesn’t cover,” you said.

“Jody will cover. Don’t worry,” said Sam.

“Okay, can you two please explain what is going on?” asked Dean.

“If I’m thinking where Y/N’s head was at, which is very smart for thinking all of five seconds, she’s afraid they were going to say something along the lines that you have an unhealthy obsession with her, I was involved in order to help manipulate Y/N, and that Y/N may be an adult but she’s not mentally capable of making those decisions for herself and should remain in the system until age 21,” said Sam. “Right?”

“Yeah,” you said.

“How did you come up with that on the spot?” asked Dean.

“I read a lot of books?” you said.

“Yeah, well, good for us,” said Dean, rubbing his face. “Unhealthy obsession? Really?”

“Paula likely cited something against you,” said Sam. “I don’t want you to speak to anyone. You are here because Y/N is currently under your care only.”

“What about when they ask where I’m going to go?” you asked. “If I can’t say home.”

“You don’t speak either,” said Sam as he pulled out his phone. “I’m going to get Jody down here. Now.”

“Jody’s awesome,” you said to Sam as you were walking through the parking lot.

“Now Samuel Winchester,” she said when she stopped all of a sudden, Sam gulping as he slowed his walk. “Would you care to tell me why I just lied and pissed off the head of freaking foster care?”

“It’s my fault,” you said.

“Honey, no it ain’t,” she said, looking back at Sam. “Well?”

“Cause they are up to something. This Paula chick that works there. We had to get Y/N in a place where she can’t be moved again. She’s an adult to do as she pleases now,” said Sam.

“You, the foster dad, talk,” said Jody.

“Uh,” said Dean. “I uh-“

“I’m pretty sure they were going to try and force me to stay in the system. Paula was at least,” you said. She glanced at Dean and then Sam.

“Give me a second alone with her,” said Jody. You walked over to an empty parking spot, Jody crossing her arms at you. “That was the right call you made back there. The boss chick ain’t involved I can tell but if you ever hear from that Paula again, you contact me immediately.”

“Okay.”

“Now’s the part you have to decide. I don’t like people that hurt kids so I’ll do this one pro bono. You can decide to dig into this woman, dig into crap you might not want to know, or you can walk away right now and forget about it. Those two boys can’t make that choice for you. It’s got to be yours,” she said.

“She kept me from my family. I want her to pay for that.”

“That’s what I figured. For now let me and Sam work this,” she said. “Consider pre-law while you’re at it.”

“I just want to be left alone honestly,” you said. She nodded.

“The hardest part is over. No one is taking you away after this.”

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A/N: Read Part 10 here!

#spn #supernatural #dean x foster daughter!reader #au #series #dean winchester

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summonerscenarios · 4 years

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You know how in the Genocider Chapter MC has the option to literally kiss 8 characters? I wonder what would happen if they find out that MC did kiss everyone after feeling special?

‘MC being thirsty backfires horribly all this and more at 1′

Honestly I did wonder if any of them would bring it up to the MC at one point even if it was just a passing comment - who knows maybe we still will? Honestly I suck writing anything remotely sad or angsty but here we go~!

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Toji

Toji feels as though he shouldn’t be surprised when he finds out what happened with the other summoners and your allies - after all you haven’t exactly had the best track record taking up numerous opportunities to shamelessly flirt with most of the people you’ve met/clashed with. And yet even then he still finds himself shocked to learn just how many people you ended up kissing back then and though he thinks to just shake the kiss the two of you shared as merely a lapse in judgment he ends up confronting you about it. Regardless of whether you actually remember all of the kisses or if those memories disappeared with your ‘other selves’ he’s still really miffed. Toji’s confession wasn’t one that he made lightly, especially given the circumstances in which it came about, and going from kind-of enemies to someone he trusted enough to confide his true thoughts to makes you a special exception. He tries to keep his emotions in check so you won’t know how badly this affects him, but expect a long and rather intense lecture to find out if your kiss actually meant anything or if it was just because you could. He’s gonna be simmering for the next couple of days over it regardless of how amicably or argumentatively this confrontation ends and will likely avoid being around you or the other summoners for a while - be prepared to give him some space until he’s ready to start coming back around again depending on how convinced he is by your discussion.

Ophion

I feel out of all of them Ophion would likely take the news the most in stride. For what it’s worth he knows that his spouse isn’t one to be tied down for very long from what we’ve learned, be it physically or when it comes to the people they pursue an interest in. Naturally there is still a part of him displeased by the notion that you’ve shared such moments of intimacy with others however there’s about half of them that can be rationalized off as necessary for establishing the hierarchy in the game (he’s reaching real hard with that though let’s be honest) and for the others he knows that they simply don’t hold a candle to himself. He’s aware that this current Ophion is yet to be seen as good enough in your eyes, and will use this as yet another means to solidify this way of thinking despite whatever you end up telling him when the truth comes about - hell it doesn’t even matter if you remember all of the other ’you’s memories or not. To him, Ophion will end up seeing this as just another challenge for him to prove to you that he is the only one worthy of your entirety, and will just end up ramping up his attempts to convey this newfound determination to you. Expect him to be a lot more expressive both physically as well as with the assets at his disposal - this is a challenge that Ophion will not back down from and will not take lightly so good luck preparing for that once he’s set his sights on his goal.

Ryota

Ryota probably ends up taking it the worst. The conversation that the two of you had leading up to the kiss and the kiss itself meant so much to him - it made him feel special to you in a way that he hadn’t felt before and that was something that he never thought he would actually have since he believed it was just something for others to experience. Ryota might not actually confront you about it; he’s anxious about bringing this up to you for a reason that he doesn’t fully understand so don’t be surprised when he attempts to smile it off and forget about it and go back to the way things were before. He won’t bring it up to you unless you’re the one who ends up actually telling him, but if you guys do talk about it? Yikes. You’ll be hard pressed to be able to look this boy in the eye after he asks you if it’s true because the way that he says it and the look in his eyes almost as if he’s begging you to say that it was just a joke and not actually what happened - it’s gonna hurt real bad. You can see him physically deflate upon learning what happened, even more so if you don’t remember, but he will try to have a serious talk with you about the kisses. Ryota won’t want this to come between you; the two of you are thick as thieves and if he can the two of you will just try to move past it and go on from there. He’s hurt but some part in his heart is holding onto the hope that the kiss between the two of you actually really meant at least something to you, that it was different from the others even though he doesn’t have the confidence to outright ask you that himself.

Zabaniyya

Zabaniyya sees himself as merely a tool for your use in the grand scheme of things; it is the role in which he devoted himself to you and only shifts should you so will it. Not only this but he’s not necessarily forthcoming with his emotions on certain matters so as a result you would think that he wouldn’t even bat an eye to the knowledge that you kissed numerous others during the events of chapter 8, and for the most part you would be right. He feels as though it’s not something for him to talk about and keeps a grounded perspective on it when compared to the reactions of some of the others as he rationalizes the kiss as a means to establish rank within the game with little personal connection as some might think. It’s something that he won’t bring up again and doesn’t see the need to either. That being said though Zabaniyya can’t seem to stop himself from dwelling on the event during quiet moments on his own. He remembers the kiss you shared, the momentary hesitation followed by acceptance and more heated passion than he will perhaps allow himself to admit; during these times he wonders what you experienced with the others. How did you feel? Were you content with it? Why did you decide to kiss all of them? For Ophion, Oniwaka and Arc he understands the perceived necessity but for the Summoners it’s a different matter. He can’t explain why but he’s often left with an indescribable feeling in the pit of his stomach when he’s had these moments of reflection that stays with him for some time afterwards.

Kengo

Kengo’s not sure what to make of it when he finds out about the others that you kissed. He second guesses a lot of what actually happened that day and ends up going through it in his head a couple times before he lets his frustration about it get the better of him. If it was only the other Summoners that you’d kissed sure he’d be kinda jealous but he wouldn’t exactly mind it either, but the fact that it was more than that really rubs him the wrong way and if it isn’t from you directly that he learns this from he’s gonna be pretty pissed about it. Naturally Kengo brings it up to you and asks what the big idea was, saying what you did to him and then going off and kissing the others and without even trusting him enough to actually let him know about it after. Kengo will want to cool off after the confrontation or at the very least distract himself so he’ll go and pour his focus into his training to work off a lot of what he’s feeling - words aren’t his strong suit and he’s angry that he can’t properly express to you the kinds of questions he wants answered. Out of the Summoners he’s the one that actually goes to the others to ask what went on if only to hear it for himself and finds himself emotionally split about it. He just ends up kind of assuming that the kiss was just an adrenaline filled spur of the moment where you were just happy that you guys were alive and let it get the better of you. Sure he can’t really say the same about what you said but people say all kinds of things after having such a close brush with the end of Tokyo right? The next time they bring it up Kengo decides that he just wants to put it on the back burner - he’s sure that he can just brush it off and that’s the end of it. So why won’t that damn tightening in his chest stop already?

Oniwaka

Oniwaka is pissed and hurt and there’s gonna be no easy way to go about this one at all. He warned you about the kind of trouble you’d end up getting wrapped up in if you took things like this too far as well as the kind of people you need to look out for (Kengo) so the fact that you kissed multiple people including that idiot makes him feel as though you completely disregarded both what he said and his feelings, and it ended up causing catastrophe just like he said. He gets so angry that it’s honestly intimidating but that’s because he’s just so torn up about finding out and he just wants whatever answers you’ve got. He opened up parts of himself to you that only you have seen and touched and felt so you going and doing that with others so seemingly oblivious to how what you’re doing is affecting those around you pierces deeper than a weapon could. Oniwaka is definitely the jealous type so mixing that with a potential heartbreak is really not a pleasant mix and the two of you WILL get into an argument about it - doesn’t matter how calm or patient you are, an argument is unfortunately inevitable. Keeping emotions in check ain’t exactly his forte especially when it comes to you so tensions will be high on both sides the whole time since you don’t really have a leg to stand on in this situation - a lot of whatever you say is gonna hurt him regardless of how gently you try to put it and he’s gonna end up storming away to nurse his wounds and seriously think over what’s happened. If you guys want to move past this you’re going to have to seek him out to do so - Oniwaka’s going to keep his distance even if he genuinely wants things to be resolved and getting to him is only going to be the first step.

Shiro

Given that Shiro has the most explicit romantic feelings it should come as a surprise to no one that it devastates him when he finds out about you kissing the others. Similar to Kengo while he would’ve been cut up about the fact that you kissed the other Summoners he would have taken it better than what actually happened. He’s got questions; a lot of them, and he makes such known when he asks if the two of you can sit down and talk through what actually happened during that battle with the Genociders. Shiro holds himself together pretty well the whole time even though you can tell that he’s not taking it well - he’s taking long pauses between speech, biting back his words and some points and holding his book in his lap tight enough his knuckles are turning white keeping his emotions in check while trying to keep himself focused on hearing your side of what happened. The biggest question is where the two of you stand in all of this - what exactly did that kiss mean to you if anything? What made it different from the other ones you kissed? Where are the two of you going from here in terms of a relationship. If it is something that you actively want to pursue then this is your time to put all those cards on the table because Shiro wants at least some kind of closure on these feelings even if they’ve all come into the forefront in such less than ideal circumstances. After the two of you have this conversations it’s still going to take a bit of time for Shiro to think things over - it’s not as though he can just forget that it happened and honestly he doesn’t want to .

Arc

Despite the hinted pasts the two of you may have shared in previous loops Arc has most notably the most neutral response to the chaos that ends up ensuing once it all comes to light. They don’t necessarily have as close of a bond to you as the Summoners and the other guilds, going from enemies to allies fast enough to make anyone’s head reel at the quickness of it all. Arc’s honestly more surprised seeing the others react and gives you some time to talk to them all before they decide to bring it up to you. At the time the two of you were still learning about one another and still are now however even they can see the situation that you’ve put yourself in and will point that it probably wasn’t the smartest decision on your part out to you because it’s something that you need to hear whether you like it or not. Emotions can be fickle things and when people get attached in situations like this it can get really messy. In regards to Arc’s reaction to the kiss you two shared it mostly depends on when this information comes to light. Right after chapter 8 and Arc is mostly indifferent about it - with so much to deal with it feels as though this is the least of their concerns; however if this is discovered later on once the two of you have grown significantly closer then they’re uncomfortable with the fact that it took this long for the two of you to actually talk about those kisses and if they still mean anything to you after everything.

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yami-yomiel · 3 years

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We’re about to die, but at least we can say goodbye

[I’ve never posted fanfiction before, but hopefully people will like it...and yes this is an OC i inserted in ghost trick.]

[potential triggers: Guns, death/blood, chapter 15 spoilers, and me saying ‘man in red’ a lot (all expect for the last one in minimal detail however.)]

“CABS, IS EVERYTHING OK? I HEARD SOMETHING EXPLODE.” the blonde said, swinging the office door open as fast as she could. The inspector was limp in the chair, blood staining his precious white coat, with a mysterious blonde figure in red on the phone next to him, her heart and mind began racing.

Really what do you do in a situation like this, do you run and punch(in in this case shoot) the guy, or do you bend down and kiss his shoes hoping he’ll spare your life? What Brooke did would be considered brave, irrationally brave.

She stood in front of Cabanela, banging her fist on the table and interrogating the man in red,

“Look pal, i don’t know who you are or what your business is, but you’re committing assault, you know.” Great job Brooke, you just stated the obvious, you’ll definitely get a raise on your next paycheck..

“Oh really, i thought i was having a lovely chat with the inspector.” he replied, there was a tone in his voice that really irked her, he continued as he placed the phone back on the handle-

“Listen sweetheart, these are private matters, if you don’t stop interfering then i might have to make you.” his voice was smooth but that sweetheart bit really pushed her over the edge. she pulled her revolver out of her jacket pocket, aiming right for his temple.

“Go ahead, I dare you.” he edged her on, it didn’t sound like a tease- it was a demand.

BANG!

The man didn’t bleed, but he did flop over backwards, landing on the polished floor.

Brooke (foolishly) dropped her gun and went to check on Cabanela, thankfully he’s just unconscious, she suspected that he was wounded during the explosion; perhaps just a few broken bones or two.

She planted a kiss on his forehead whispering “Hang in there bud, I’ll get you out of here.”

Click

“It’s funny really..” a sinister voice started, the hairs on her back started standing. “This is giving me a sense of deja-vu, makes sense since Cabanela did the same, now look at him.” Brooke didn’t have the courage to turn around fully, but she can tell the man in red came back, now wielding her weapon.

She started to shake, her fingers firmly gripping the seat’s arms, digging her aquamarine and green nails into the leather. She tried to focus on a way to escape, but no matter how hard she tried- her legs wouldn’t move. “Well..do you have any last words?” he asked, pushing the gun closer to head, she could feel the cold metal against her scalp, it was no different from the chills going up and down her spine.

“Who on god’s green earth are you?” she replied;remaining firm but you could hear the terror in her voice, tears started rolling down and started staining that precious pale coat even more..

The man in red just shrugged “Well, I go by many names, but if you must know, it’s Yomiel.”

Yomiel..just hearing that name sounded evil (ironic, since it’s the name of an angel). A second bang was heard, this time causing Brooke to crash into the chair with enough force to knock them both over.

Blood was pooling around her head, her fingers intertwined with Cabanela’s, and tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry Cabs, I did all I could” she wanted to say, but her vision and voice was already fading. If he was still here, would he be proud, maybe he would reprimand her for her reckless situation skills, but he would be proud nonetheless.

At least that’s What Brooke thought.

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[and the sequel!!]

Come on girl

[yes the title is a yung bae song,,thank my friend :)]

“Nice Try, Inspector Cabanela.”

“But you could never stop me!”

“See ya sucker.”

Just as the man in red went to open the door, he turned and muttered “Oh! i guess the lady gets a send off too, see you..Never.” It was most definitely a backhand comment, you could almost feel the snarkiness ooze from his voice.

Yomiel lightly tapped Brooke’s body with his white shoe, moving her body ever so slightly, and making sure not to step on the fresh blood. And just like that, he was gone, not in a rush or hurry- just like this was an everyday task for him.

……..

Silence.

Is this what it felt like to die?

So many Questions left unanswered-and even more to ask.

It was oddly peaceful here-wherever here is. If she could she would rather stay like this; it was better than whatever she just went through anyway, those last 4 minutes of her life obviously weren’t the best.

Suddenly, Brooke heard voices,she couldn’t see anything-or anyone, just the void staring back at her.

“Hey, do you think you could wake up for me?” one voice asked. it had a very apparent new york accent, with no hint of familiarity. “Come onnn~, dear, we ain’t got all dayyy~!” another called. This one definitely struck a chord, the slight country accent, the elongating of vowels, and dripping bisexuality-er flamboyancy.

The blue flame in front of Sissel and Cabanela started to glow a bit brighter, contrasting the intense reds of the ghost world,a swirly void that seems to both go nowhere and forever. Cabanela smirked, turning to Sissel “You think she recognized me?” he chuckled.

“Think so, do you know her by chance?” he replied, tilting his head a bit.

At this point Brooke was elated by hearing her friend's voice, she wanted to reply, but it felt like her mouth was stuffed with cotton, and her “movements” were sluggish and minimal.

“OF COURSE HE KNOWS ME!!” a mature yet chirpy voice shouted, the blue flame in front of the two shook and transformed, taking the form of a tall plump woman. Her blonde hair was styled in a bob, a streak of brown in her bang, a dark aviator jacket and tan sweater, but most importantly, her eyes (one being blue and the other green) were filled with hope, hope from the very existence of seeing Cabanela.

Even though she wasn’t that far, she started to run towards him, embracing him in a big ol hug that spun him around, with both of them now sharing a hearty laugh or two.

“Now’s not the time to be goofing around hun,Buuuuut~ it’s nice to see you haven’t lost your spark.” he said, a bit of professionalism in his voice. Brooke nodded her head, placing her equally tall friend back on his feet “And I see you haven’t lost your…” her voice trailed off as she got a good look at Cabs’ new friend, his blonde hair was styled in a spiky updo (very banana-eske), his suit was a royal red and under it a dark grey shirt, and his shoes a bright white. Her eyes began to widen as she took a step back, her heart once again beating in her ears- was this all an illusion, was she in hell this entire time? Was the man she embraced real?.

Sissel reached out to comfort the woman,but she slapped it away, Her fear boiling over into steaming rage. Brooke’s hands started moving slowly on their own towards his spindly neck, shaking within every 'second'; she wanted revenge.

He wasn't going to stand around for an inevitable strangling, so he clasped her hands,as an attempt at calming the storm.

"Listen, I don't know who you are. But I know I'm not the man you're after." Sissel stated, "I just share his face, I suppose." Brooke could see her reflection in those dark sunglasses, she just knew they were hiding something. “How do I know you’re not trying to kill me..again” she questioned.

“Well, for starters, you’re already dead. So the chance of dying ‘again’ here is highly unlikely.”

“Sigh..alright, but how do i know you’re not..you know?” she felt like she understood a bit more, that this man wasn’t a threat, but she kept a close eye on him. Cabanela put a hand on her shoulder, nodding “Just trust the man babyyy~!, you have nooothing to fear!”, it was the most he could do in a situation like this anyway, since all 3 of them are dead and all. Sissel then lets go of one of her hands, the other loosely gripping her own.

“Well,now that that’s settled, shall i go back 4 minutes, before your death?” it was a rhetorical question, since regardless he was going to bring these two back- since it was his main goal to find out who he was and why he was killed.

Brooke felt like she didn’t understand whatever was going on, but if it meant for her and her lovely friend to come back to life, it’d be better to go along with it now and ask questions later. She then took Cabanela’s hand and nodded at him reassuringly, a smile forming on her lips.

“Sure, it’s better than staying here in this realm anyway!” she chuckled.

#oc fanfiction #fanfiction #storytime #Brooke(OC)#ghost trick phantom detective #Ghost Trick #Inspector Cabanela(Ghost trick)#cherryflavoredart #Yomiel(Ghost trick)#long post

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galadrieljones · 4 years

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As You Were (Chapter 6)

Fandom: The Last of Us | Pairing: Joel x OC | Content: Fix-it | Rating: Mature

Masterpost

When Joel and Ellie take a wrong turn on their journey from Pittsburgh to Wyoming, they find themselves lost in what feels at first like a time warp: a beautiful place with a dark and dangerous secret. While there, they meet Cici and Noah, a mother and son fighting tirelessly for survival, and who have recently endured a terrible tragedy on their family farm. Amidst their joint desire to find hope for the future, the two groups decide to set out west together, changing the course of the story (as we know it), and the very course of their lives.

This is an AU, starting after the events of the Summer chapter in the first game, and extending into the timeline of the second game. Joel lives.

Chapter 6: La Crosse (Pt. 1) / The Lapp Farm (Pt. 1)

“Well, is that everything you hoped for?”

They found the church in a valley surrounded by dead trees. The main road was blocked and they’d had to hike for a long while off of Highway 61 to find it—through an elementary school campus, an old cemetery, which had been flooded so many times it seemed that certain of bones had begun to rise to the surface of the soil. The church was huge, thought Joel, much bigger than he had expected, with a rotunda and several wings extending in multiple directions. The building was old and made of stone, so much of it still stood, aside from the many rooftops. All was blackened and charred. It was clearly a Catholic church, but there were no indications left as to what it was called.

Noah stood out front, holding his shotgun. Joel stood a little ways behind him, unsure of what was going to happen, or how he should proceed. There were no signs of Infected on the way into the church grounds. The whole valley was wiped. They had only encountered a few signs, which looked old. They were makeshift, slabs of wood with black spray paint. They had said, simply: COTHS. most with directional arrows pointing them toward the city. Some had what looked to be flowers, painted hastily around the letters. Noah had no idea what they meant, but he said they were there last time, too.

“The horde ambushed us by the side of the road,” he said, switching his shotgun from one hand to the other. “We had stopped to figure out where we were. The signs and the blockades got us confused.”

The sounds of nature, as usual, were deafening all around them. Noah began his story.

“We came up around the opposite side,” he said. “From behind the church. The cemetery and the elementary school, those were all full of Infected when I was here last. There was a big like, storm drain, on the other side of that hill over there. It seemed designed to trap the Infected. They would slide in, and then they couldn’t climb back out again. We tried luring some, but the horde was dozens deep.”

Joel just listened.

“When we got to this church, we barricaded ourselves inside these doors, and then we went down to the basement,” said Noah, “but some more were in there with us. My mom rigged up a couple explosives that killed a few. A bunch of them followed us up the stairs though and we locked ourselves in the rotunda, but they were coming. When they came through the door, my dad and my Uncle Nick hit them repeatedly with Molotovs and that’s what started the fire. It went up really fast, because there were gasoline stores, up above us, in a kind of balcony. A stash that we didn’t notice right away. The rotunda blew. We had to run, so we did. All of us. But when me and my mom got outside, we looked back and we were alone. My dad and my Uncle Nick never made it out. I don’t know if they stayed behind to buy us time, or they got tripped up or crushed, or what. I mean, the ceiling was falling. My mom wanted to go back in but I stopped her. We hid in one of the outer buildings till night, but the fire was still burning, and nobody came out. There were more Infected in the woods. It was spreading. I drove us home.”

Before Joel could say anything then, Noah had begun to make his way up to the church doors. He felt along the hinges, and then he tried slamming one of the doors open with his shoulder. It budged, but it was clearly blocked. He took a step back and looked up as if to try and assess another way in.

“That's a lot of bad stuff,” said Joel. “But I can assure you, there ain’t nobody left inside.”

“No shit,” said Noah. He put the shotgun strap over his shoulder. “I wanna get in to find that gasoline stash.”

“You said it got blown up.”

“Yeah,” said Noah, “but maybe there’s like a clue or something, about whose it was.”

“I doubt anything is left behind, after what you described, and the looks of this place. This—I don’t think we should go in. It’s too dangerous.”

“When we came through these doors last time,” he said, “there was a big tarp, hung like a banner from the wall. It was the same letters as on those signs you see coming in.”

“COTHS?” said Joel.

“Yeah,” said Noah. “It said, Welcome Home, COTHS. Maybe if we can get in, there will be more information about what that means. Maybe something survived the fire.”

“Why do we need to know what that means?”

“Because maybe, if we can find them, they can tell us what’s been happening to the river.”

Joel took a deep breath. He ran his hand along the heavy door, which was singed along the outsides and on all the corners. The smell of burning was long gone, he thought, and replaced with the ambient smells of nature and you could hear birds and the cicadas rip-roaring through the trees. He dropped his hand to his side. “You wanna find out what’s been going on pretty bad, don't you?”

“Yes,” said Noah. “I need to know.”

Joel turned around, looking back out toward the road, where they’d left the truck. Readying himself for the consequences that most likely lie ahead of them, he said, “Why don’t we just follow the signs then?”

Noah was thinking on it. It was a warm day, and humid, and he had his sleeves cut off on his tee-shirt. His sunburn from the day before had turned into a very deep tan. He said, “Do you think it could be that simple?”

“Ain’t nothing that simple,” said Joel. “But it’s a start.”

“Then let’s go.”

“Hang on.” Joel clasped him on the shoulder. “You gotta know, Noah. I been down these kinds of roads before. It ain’t never easy.”

“What kind of roads?” said Noah.

“It’s been a lot of years, since the Outbreak,” said Joel. “Things changed. Rebel armies rose up, people gave up hope in a lot of places—It don’t look like the military has been through here in a very long time, but this here is a city, with enough people to cause problems. There is no telling what we are walking into.”

Noah was staring straight at him, but then he was looking down at his boots, seemed to be calculating something in his mind.

“Now I ain’t trying to deter you,” said Joel, “from finding out what went wrong here, because it destroyed your home. I said I'd help, and I will. I’m just warning you. And I’m saying, if we are gonna walk into a potential enemy territory, we need a plan.”

Noah nodded. He unzipped his backpack. He unfolded a map from the front pocket. It was a map of the University of Wisconsin, La Crosse. He showed it to Joel. “The travelers who came through,” he said, “the ones I mentioned yesterday at the trench, they gave this to my dad before we came up here. They had marked this building, where they said they saw some gnarly shit going down.”

“What kind of gnarly shit?” said Joel.

“They didn’t get into specifics,” said Noah. “Or, if they did, nobody told me. Maybe the signs lead here.”

Noah handed Joel the map, and Joel was trying to understand exactly what it was he was seeing. “Looks like the building you’re talking about is something called Centennial Hall.”

“Centennial Hall,” said Noah. "Good. Let's do it."

Joel studied the map, and then he studied Noah. He had not seen such fire inside a person, not in a long while. “Okay,” he said. He folded up the map, shoved it in his back pocket. “Let’s get a couple things straight first.”

“Fine,” said Noah.

“If we’re gonna do this,” said Joel, “I need you to listen to me. Okay? Take my lead, do exactly as I say. I understand that you seem know what you’re doing, and I trust you to hold your own, but trust me when I say that I got a lot more experience with navigating occupied urban areas than you do. Can we agree on that?”

Noah processed, and then he nodded sternly. “Okay,” he said.

“Good,” said Joel. He looked around, took a deep breath and ignored the nagging impulse to ponder his dumbass, impending mortality, yet again. “Let’s head back to the road,” he continued. “We’re gonna get in the truck, drive as close to the city as we can. Then we’ll go the rest of the way on foot.”

Cici and Ellie had to take Cici’s truck that day, over the hill and to the Lapp's scrapyard, to get more fuel for the generator. To trade they had forty one-gallon bottles of fresh water in the bed of the truck, sourced from the Fox River to the east.

“So what’s the rest of the state like?” said Ellie. She had her arm hanging out the window, watching the trees fly by. They were on a shady dirt road that ran alongside the river. “Joel said he expected it to be flatter.”

“Wisconsin is very green,” she said. “And very flat. It is mostly forests and farmland, to be honest. But there are some bad places. Cities. Just like anywhere.”

“Like what cities?”

“Like Milwaukee,” she said. “Kenosha. Racine.”

“I've heard of Milwaukee," said Ellie. "Were there really no QZs in Wisconsin?"

“Not really,” said Cici. She had her blond hair tied back, loose, and pieces of it were falling into her face as she drove. “Those all used to be port towns in the old days, and then they were factory towns, before the Outbreak. I had only been to Milwaukee twice. My husband had some family there. It was big enough, and it should have had an actual QZ.”

“Why didn't it?” said Ellie.

“I don't know why. My dad used to say they didn't have the manpower, but some people said that the infection rates weren't high enough in Wisconsin yet to warrant it. All I know is FEDRA evacuated people from those areas down to the Chicago QZ,” she said. “When they got to the gates, though, the QZ was already too full. A lot were turned away and had nowhere to go.”

“Are you shitting me?”

“No,” said Cici. “It was messed up. I remember seeing it on the news, that they finally tried to outfit a small QZ in Milwaukee to house the overflow, but it was too late. A lot of those people got sick, or they armed up and resisted. The Fireflies—I hear you know about them?”

“Yeah,” said Ellie. “I know about the Fireflies.”

“Well, they started giving them weapons, but it backfired. I think the military abandoned the area, including the Chicago QZ, maybe five or six years ago? The Milwaukee QZ never even got off the ground. It was totally shuttered." She looked down at her knuckles where she held onto the steering wheel. Ellie could tell that Cici was worked up about it, that maybe it had something to do with her husband. "You guys were right to try and avoid that part of the country. It’s bad.”

“Jesus,” said Ellie. “In Boston, we still had soldiers. I mean, I heard they were trying to leave? But the military was like, a basic part of life. It's basically what I was training for.”

“Did you feel safer?” said Cici. “Having soldiers around?”

Ellie watched her hand, resisting the wind as they drove down the dirt road. It was hot out. She wore a tee-shirt and had bandaged up her arm to hide the bite marks. “At first, I thought so. I thought, you’d have to be crazy to wanna kill soldiers. But when I was with Joel and Tess, trying to get out of the city, they were trying to kill us, and like, it was scary. I mean it didn’t help that they were constantly at war with the Fireflies either. Nobody could trust anybody else. I guess that’s why we left in the first place.”

“Joel and Tess?” said Cici. She looked at Ellie, away from the road.

“Oh,” said Ellie. “Yeah, Tess. I—wait. What the hell is that?”

Cici slammed on the breaks. There was a figure, a girl, coming toward them, walking right down the middle of the road. To Ellie, she looked like some kind of nun.

“Oh my god,” said Cici. She got out of the truck right away, left it on to idle. “Ellie, stay here.”

“Wait, what’s wrong?”

“Just stay here.”

Cici got out of the truck slowly. She had her hand on her side-arm. Ellie opened the door and stood up on the running board, to try and see what the hell was going to happen. As the girl got closer, Ellie could see now that there was blood on her hands and on her plain blue dress. She wore something like a little white bonnet over her mussed hair. She was not a nun. She had to be one of the Amish.

As Cici approached, she held out one hand, as if coaxing a small animal. “Danielle?” she said. “Danielle, are you okay?”

The girl stopped when she saw Cici and looked like she’d been crying. Her hands were bloody, she was getting blood on her face and in her dirty blond hair. Ellie could barely make out what they were saying, but she could catch a little.

“Are you bitten?” said Cici. She held the girl by the shoulder, to steady her.

“No,” said the girl. “I don’t—I don’t think so.”

“What happened?”

“I was just in the barn.”

“Who’s blood is this?”

She said nothing.

“What happened?”

“I was in the barn,” she said. “Gathering eggs. One of them was in there. It is locked inside. I was coming to find you and Noah.”

“Where are Zach, and your dad? Where’s Becky?”

“Zach and my dad are out hunting,” she said. “They’ll be back tomorrow. Becky is at the house. She fell asleep on the day bed. She is safe.”

“Come with us,” said Cici. “I’ll drive you home.”

“I—Thank you. Who is she?” said the girl—Danielle. She had a slight accent, Ellie thought, but there was no way to know what it was. She was staring and pointing at Ellie. She had to be at least Ellie’s age, maybe a little older.

“That’s Ellie,” said Cici. “She’s a friend. Come on.”

They drove silently, about another mile or so, up a hill. Ellie stared outside at the grass. You could see a very long, green lawn with many tall trees now, including a weeping willow, and nested behind them a white house, which was very simple, with gray shutters and a pair of wooden rocking chairs on the porch. Danielle, the Amish girl, stared down at her hands the entire ride. They were bloodied, and this seemed to really disturb her. Ellie could tell. She sat in between Ellie and Cici on the bench in the cab of the truck.

“I’m Ellie,” said Ellie, awkwardly. Even though she had already been introduced, she felt like she needed to fill the silence with something. She was trying to play it cool, but she didn’t hold out her hand, because she didn’t really know the rules.

Danielle smiled at her, demurely. “It’s nice to meet you, Ellie. I’m Danielle. I’m sorry about this.”

“Pretty freaky, huh?” said Ellie. “I’ve had those things sneak up on me before, too. It’s not fun.”

A little surprised, Danielle had very bright blue eyes, like swimming pools. “No, it is not fun at all,” she said. “I had to push it away. This is…this is its blood. Not mine. It did not bite me, or get is nails in me. I don’t know why it was bleeding, from its face and neck and shirt. I don’t understand. They are so sick, the Infected. It’s so sad.”

Ellie thought this was a strange point of view, but she listened. “Have you guys, uh, been getting a lot of them, too? Wandering on your property?”

“More lately,” said Danielle. She was scrubbing her hands with her skirt now, trying to get the blood out the crevices. “Cici, we heard explosions again yesterday. Is everything all right?”

“Not really,” said Cici. “But we’re okay. Ellie and I were just driving over to the scrapyard for fuel. We need to keep the electric fence running.”

“Is Noah home?”

“No,” said Cici. “He’s on a supply run.”

Danielle nodded. She turned to Ellie then. She had a wide, warm face, like the sun, and a soft voice. She said, “Are you new on the farm?”

“Me?” said Ellie. “Uh, yes.”

“How did you find this place?”

“My friend and me—his name is Joel—we got lost, coming out of Chicago. We ended up here. He’s actually with Noah now. Helping, get the supplies.”

“You must have gotten very lost if you found yourselves here.”

“That’s what they tell me,” said Ellie.

“I see,” said Danielle. “Cici, did you tell them not to drink the water?”

“We did,” said Cici.

“Good.”

They arrived at a large wooden fence with a tall white gate, and they parked. Around the back of the house, as they had come around the bend, you could see a flower garden, and a clothesline, as well as a wooden swing set, and a tire swing, hanging from an old oak tree. You could not see any scrapyard. But you could see the red barn with the doors chained shut. There were also several acres of corn. The property was empty out front, but if you looked closely upon parking on the drive, you could see fine barbed wire, laid down like a grid across huge swaths of the lawn. It was sneaky and unexpected, and it scared the shit out of Ellie, because she had legitimately not seen it there at first.

“Holy shit,” said Ellie. “What’s this for? More traps?”

“Yes,” said Danielle, as she got down from the truck. “Cici and Noah laid it for us earlier this year.”

“That’s crazy. You ever catch anything in all that?”

“You’re funny,” said Danielle. When she laughed, she sounded like a mouse. Ellie did not feel funny, but it was nice to hear her laugh. “Please come inside, just for a moment. while I clean up. Then I’ll show you where I locked it.”

The inside of the house was plain but, Ellie thought, lovely. All of the furniture was simple and sturdy, carved from wood, and there was a basin but no faucet, a propane stove, and all of the light fixtures were oil-burning. Ellie saw what she was pretty sure was a loom, and many quilts with beautifully bold geometric patterns. They looked similar to the quilts on her and Joel’s beds back at the farmhouse, and Ellie wondered if this might be where they’d come from. In the kitchen, there was a bowl full of brown eggs and a pie cooling on the windowsill. The house was warm and a little stuffy, and the floors creaked beneath their footsteps. Danielle took off her bonnet and set it on the kitchen table beside a terra cotta pot of purple flowers. Danielle scrubbed her hands in the basin, and then her face, until the blood was gone. She was sure to check her arms and hands for bite marks, though she swore she was not bitten, and there was nothing. She was clean, just a little worse for the ware.

“Becky should be here somewhere,” said Danielle. “Becky?” She called out, but the house felt empty. “Where could she be.”

“What kinds of flowers are these?” said Ellie about the pot on the table.

“They’re wood violets.”

“They smell really good.”

Danielle smiled. She looked around again, standing plainly in the kitchen with her hands folded in front of her. She said, “Becky?”

“I will take care of the Infected in the barn,” said Cici. She had not really left the doorway. She didn’t seem uncomfortable, but Ellie could tell that she had not spent much time inside the house, despite having known the Lapps for many years. “Ellie, why don’t you come along.”

“Okay,” said Ellie.

“Becky?”

“Is everything okay?” said Cici.

“I’m not sure,” said Danielle. “Becky was asleep right here, on the day bed, by the window.”

“Is Becky your sister?” said Ellie.

“Yes,” said Danielle. “She is my brother Zachary’s wife. She is pregnant, so she sleeps often.”

“How long has she known?” said Cici.

“A few months.”

“That's a blessing. Best wishes to you all.”

“Thank you.”

“Could she be upstairs?” said Ellie. “I thought I heard something, just now.”

“She must be. Becky?”

Joel and Noah drove until they hit what looked to be the town. They parked at an O’Reilly’s Auto Parts, hauled their backpacks onto their backs, and loaded their guns. The signs continued, most of them nailed to other kinds of signs: COTHS, they read. C.O.T.H.S.

C O T H S

La Crosse had never been a big city. Joel didn’t know a lot, but he could gather as much. It wasn’t big, but it was a college town, and that college was big enough to have a football team. It would have been home to a lot of people during the initial Outbreak, probably forty or fifty thousand, and it was probably a metro-hub for these little Driftless, farming towns, too, with a good hospital, warehouses, factories, and some semblance of a retail industry. It would have been a lot of meth, he thought. Maybe not so much in the city proper, but in the outskirts, in the tin cans and the trailer parks. As a city on the banks of the Mississippi, it would have pretty pockets but mostly, it was just franchises and mini-malls, like anything else.

But this was strange, thought Joel. The goddam of it was, it seemed empty. Really empty. Like, god no longer smiled upon this place, as if something evil had given up on this place, gone on its way. There was nothing. Nothing bad, nothing good. Just the trees, and the nature noises, the grasses, which had grown so tall, they engulfed the cars abandoned at the side of the road. There was a McDonalds sign, growing out of a massive, twisted heap of vines and bramble and it made Joel think of small things that still broke his heart from childhood. He pushed it down.

“This is fucking weird,” said Noah. The air smelled ripe in some places. Rotten. Like an overgrowth of mold in the washing machine. “What the fuck is that smell?”

“Something bad happened here,” said Joel.

“Hey, look,” said Noah. He was headed toward another one of the signs. It said: COTHS.

“Yep, another sign,” said Joel.

“No, look,” said Noah. He got closer. He had to snap a couple saplings to get to it. This sign was on the ground, leaning against a tree. He pushed back the tall grass, and the milkweed to reveal the rest.

Joel squinted at the words, more paintings of flowers. “Circle of the Holy Signal,” he read, “Welcome all ye who seek submission in its eyes.”

“Circle of the Holy Signal," said Noah. "COTHS. Sounds like a religion or something. Is that good?"

Joel looked around, listening to the cicadas. There were zero recent signs of human life. “Not always," said Joel, suddenly feeling watched, or left behind. "Let's get a move on."

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