#[into a megaphone] PRISON BOYFRIENDS!!!!

[heymacy]

You're not dumpin' me, I'm dumpin' you! Where's the shiv?

[soir-rouges-esprit]

xx1.a: The Jester, the bridge most deadly. Lined with pitfalls and traps of Addiction. Vices and pulleys of crime and reminders of a past life filled with cruel suffrage and disobedience at every crossroads the devil offered. Most wouldn’t be able to understand the relationship I had with The Jester. Understandably. For I keep my truths and facts held in solitude for the people I care for deeply in spite of watchful eyes. He and I were alike in more ways than I typically like to admit … even in the worst of ways … but where I hide away my pain and try to suffocate it. He lives it with all the world to see, with the great embrace of judgment he knows he’d get without hesitation. The Punk … is another name I’d give him, not as to demean his character … but to prop him up on a higher pedestal that I know he wishes for, as to give his voice a megaphone effect to preach his pain that’d be deemed sacrilegious by the masses that wish to bury him … to cover up the metaphorical prison bars that lined theirs and his arms, as proof they’ve been marked for death by depressions many demons, dark and light alike, but as I know now … as I know from The Jester … those people hopefully will realized that the monumental scars are not to remind them of their defeat or stupidity … but of all the pain they suffered and survived, not by mistake either … not because any higher being willed it to exist or happen … but because they were simply too valuable to someone else out there to die just yet … all drifters die one day. All rats, street, or gutter alike … all end up … in The Sewer. These people are simply too strong, too resilient, they live to continue suffering, true, but only to continue until they have met the person they were supposed to this whole time to make their path easier … to make things … better. They are cursed, some would say. To not die … just … yet. Just as The Jester. We were both born of misfortune and did indeed bond out of necessity. He an addict on the ropes who was made a joke by any and all that could cast a stone, due to his black sheep nature. I the outcast, by the community that was supposed to protect such a young child and bear its wrathful storms, cast out to the storm to die … due to my lack of pocket change nevertheless. But … It was him, The Jester … and The Knight. That took such a young problem brewer home. They invited in the trauma even with its fiery scars still bleeding with hate and judgment. They both in their own right saved me from being the Wrathful Shade that tries to darken and mute my very existence now. If not for a Jester's jokes or a Knights discipline; this Rogue Shade speaking would simply not have been showered in the spotlight and able to sing its beauty on the grander stage for the audience of obsession. So … it was now time to speak with The Jester. This time to lift his spirits as he has done countless times with I. So I walk over the dunes and see with a closer view, his bridge, lit ablaze with crimson flames, and a roar from off in the distance from a creature of unknown origin. I started my descent into the basin where his bridge was located. With every step, there seemed to be a flashback of me and The Jester. We were digging holes in the summer heat while his father poured water on us from above out of a mostly empty water bottle. To then us running from the cops late one night after being little degenerates breaking and destroying property all for the fun and high of the adrenaline pump. To us playing with his father's loaded .357 to it going off within inches from his dick nearly icing his hand's boyfriend. To us playing Shooting Stars, on the rooftops of the city late at night (Where you tie two mortar fuzes together at equal length and light them until they separate, holding them in your hand, and trying to hold it longer than the other person. Typically leading to them being held basically until they explode, with the loser being the person who tossed the mortar first). [To Be Continued]

[morporkian-cryptid]

First lines meme

Rules: post the first lines of the last 10 fics you published and see if you notice a pattern

Tagged by: @the-golden-ghost, thank you!

You can find my fics here!

As with all good romance stories, I met her while I was trying to rob her house. (Bad Blood)

Goemon stood in front of the door and checked the number. Eight hundred and thirteen. That was the one written on the paper Momochi-sensei had given him, along with the rest of the meagre information about his mission. (Yojimbo)

“Oi, Jigen ?” Daisuke Jigen was the most calm and stoic person Lupin had ever met. The man never lost his cool, even in battle – and even when his extremely cute (according to himself) boyfriend flirted with him. (How to make a gunman snap)

“LUUUPIIIIIIIIN!!!” Inspector Zenigata’s booming voice filled the great hall, aided by his ever-present megaphone. Lupin comically froze in the middle of his action – running across the hall to the nearest exit – making him look like an exaggerated mie pose from kabuki. (In the middle - Part 2)

Late hour. Dark room. Silence. The silence of yet another night in the city, filled with faraway car noises, blinking neons an the occasional drunk. (Treasures of time)

Easy. The answer was easy. He knew her, and she would always play solo when her safety was on the line. He had no reason to put a single shred of trust in her. So why was this so hard? (The Prisoner's Dilemma)

Lupin really couldn’t think of a moment that was better than the time spent in between heists. (In the middle - Part 1)

The skies shouldn’t be so blue. Not in a moment like this. Lupin could feel it in his chest, a terrible pressure building up, like storm clouds gathering far away and inside him at the same time. Why were Jigen and Goemon so oblivious to it? (Bad dreams)

“Parry ! ” Lupin raised his arm at the last second, just as Goemon’s sword was arcing down towards his head. He took a step back as the shock of the two blades traveled down his arm, strained himself and pushed Goemon’s weapon away. (Sword practice)

The warm rays of the morning sun are seeping through the cracks in the blind, and tickling Goemon’s eyes through his closed eyelids. (We are beginning)

There's a sort of pattern of beginning with dialogue, or an interjection, then explaining the context. I usually like starting in the middle of the action with only a vague indication of what is going on. If not that, then I'll usually go for a simple description.

If you want to do this exercise, consider yourself tagged by me!

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

Pairings: None

Word Count: 1,945 Words

Summary: Five worried members of class 1-B and a day off for the hero courses.

Warnings: Cursing, Injury Mention, Caps, Death Mention, Broken Bone Mention, Panic Attack Mention, Abuse Mention, Disownment Mention, Blood Mention, let me know if I should tag anything else.

Usernames: Existence Is A Prison  Aizawa: feral cat dad, Aoyama: gay salt, Hagakure: ranch flavored jello, Tokoyami: foil-mecha, Shinsou: farmer toshi, Kuroiro: life is a nightmare, Shiozaki: saviour, Tsunotori: schrodinger better run, Honenuki: pure, Monoma: nat20

Aizawa, We Agreed No More Cats: Chapter 4

2:55 PM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20: @feral cat dad @gay salt @farmer toshi @foil-mecha @ranch flavored jello

nat20: Are you guys okay? There was an announcement for all available staff to come to the USJ asap. Isn't that where you are?

nat20: Guys?

nat20: I get that y'all are training but can one of you answer? I'm getting worried.

nat20: Akemi, sis, you better fucking answer me.

3:00 PM

Existence Is A Prison

nat20: Akemi, this is breaking law three of being half-siblings. Getcha ass in the chat and fucking respond to me or I'm taking a protective quirk and coming down there myself.

saviour: You will do no such thing. Clearly it's dangerous since the announcement was directed toward all available teachers. That doesn't sound normal to me, even if someone had been just injured. Seiko, it's best to try to make things decently safe for their return instead of hound a response.

life is a nightmare: Six different news sources say that three unidentified people were admitted to a hospital nearby UA, said to have been transported from the USJ, which was attacked this morning by an unidentified villain, the attack being resolved by UA's pro hero staff members only ten minutes ago. Two more people were injured and are supposedly in Recovery Girl's office.

nat20: AKEMI @gay salt

gay salt is now online

ranch flavored jello is now online

foil-mecha is now online

gay salt: I'm back, Seiko. I'm fine. Almost everyone is fine.

nat20: Five people are hurt!

ranch flavored jello: Yeah, all three pros were hurt.

nat20: Which students got hurt!?

foil-mecha: I think you already know what you're suspecting, Seiko.

nat20: No. No, he's not dead. If Shinsou's dead, I'll personally bring him back to life to scream at him. My little brother isn't dying dammit.

gay salt: Not dead, mon dieu. Shinsou is severely injured but he isn't dead.

nat20: Who else is hurt? That green kid again?

ranch flavored jello: Yeah, Midoriya's hurt again. To be fair, he wasn't thinking about how he was using his quirk, just that he was using it period.

foil-mecha: Hold on, they're calling on Aizawa and Shinsou's condition, I'll do a video chat with you guys.

foil-mecha has started a video chat

The bones in his arms are splintered and he's got facial fracturing. Fortunately there doesn't seem to be any serious brain damage. But his orbital floor has been almost completely destroyed. We have no way of knowing if his eyesight will be impaired or not once he's healed. -Unknown

Well, you heard the man. -Unknown

Sir, what about Thirteen? -Unknown

No need to worry there, despite some pretty bad lacerations to the back, Thirteen is gonna pull through good as new. And AllMight is also without any serious injuries. He's in the nurse's office right now. Recovery Girl's power should be all that he needs.-Unknown

What about Deku!? -Unknown

How's Midoriya? -Unknown

Midoriya? Oh, Recovery Girl was taking care of him too. He's fine.-Unknown

How is Shinsou!? -nat20

Who was that? -Unknown

My half-sibling, we both live in the dorms with Shinsou and Aizawa. They're worried about them. So is the rest of the class 1-B students that live in the dorms with us. -gay salt

Shinsou has a mild concussion, a severe bruised nasal bone, and his jawbone was fractured so he needs to have his jaw wired shut for a bit until he's back to being strong enough for Recovery Girl to heal him. He should be better in about a week or two.-Unknown

What the fuck happened to him that he got that badly hurt? -life is a nightmare

During the villain attack, Shinsou decided to fight alongside Mr. Aizawa. against the villains and this big monster thing was hurting Mr. Aizawa and this creepy guy was about to hurt Asui, Mineta, and Midoriya. -ranch flavored jello

Call me Tsu. -Unknown

Tsu, Mineta, and Midoriya. But Shinsou got the creepy guy to respond to him with the mist guy's voice and he brainwashed him. Then the monster hit his face into the ground really hard. But he covered Mr. Aizawa with his own body and got his face hit down again. -ranch flavored jello

Shinsou was really out of it, ribbit. He was calling Mr. Aizawa his dad.-Unknown

Tsu, Mr. Aizawa legally adopted Shinsou as of 8 o'clock this morning. -ranch flavored jello

I'm gonna hang up, we're all gonna head back. I'll visit you Seiko. -gay salt

You better. -nat20

gay salt has ended the video chat

2:40 AM

Existence Is A Prison

farmer toshi is now online

farmer toshi: WHY CANT I TALK WHATS HAPPENING WHERE AM I

life is a nightmare: Shit, I'll shadow over, hold on, Shinsou.

2:50 AM

Existence Is A Prison

life is a nightmare: shinsousleepingagainsther.jpg

life is a nightmare: Guess I'm claiming he's my boyfriend when they ask why I'm here because I can't even shadow out right now without waking him up.

gay salt: rip to you, Kageya, but me and Seiko need our beauty sleep.

nat20: so go to sleep, Kageya, you need to sleep.

2:16 PM

Existence Is A Prison

saviour: I'm pre-making some easy meals since they both have facial damage and need softer foods.

farmer toshi: What are you making?

saviour: Well, I have Seiko working on frozen smoothie bags. Kiyomi is helping precook some vegetables and stuff that can be blended down to baby food consistency. Pony's really good at making homemade juice so she's making you juice with lots of protein and stuff so you don't loose too much weight and set your progress back.

ranch flavored jello: Me, Akemi, and Fumikage are making soft food for you both once Toshi gets his wires off. We've been making a lot of soup. We may have gone overboard.

ranch flavored jello: So far we have chicken soup, broccoli and cheese, potato soup, split pea soup, egg drop soup, cheese soup, soft curry, corn chowder, turkey rice soup, ham chowder, cheeseburger soup, creamy meatball soup, chicken cordon bleu soup, chicken pot pie soup, and and miso soup.

farmer toshi: You guys are so sweet. Thank you so much. I wish I could hug you guys right now but they want me in the hospital today for observation.

gay salt: I expect a hug when you come home.

feral cat dad is now online

nat20: DAD'S BACK!

feral cat dad: Hello, dorm children. This is Mr. Yamada, Mr. Aizawa told me to tell you all thank you for making him and Hitoshi food for when they come back on Friday.

pure: It was nothing! We want to help them get better as fast as possible and, to do that, we need to keep them healthy!

feral cat dad: I'll add myself so Shouta can have his phone back.

feral cat dad has added Yamada

farmer toshi has changed Yamada's name to President Megaphone

nat20: Wow, you don't waste a second, do you?

farmer toshi: I didn't when I was attacking villains in the USJ.

schrodinger better run: What happened in there, by the way? My phone went missing yesterday and the day before and I finally found it last night.

farmer toshi: Well, you see, some wannabe criminals calling themselves the League of Villains teleported themselves into the USJ just before we were about to start training and our communal father figure was about to go fight them and all my instinct just told me to follow him so I did.

President Megaphone: Kid, you really don't have to tell them just because you live with them.

farmer toshi: These are basically my adopted siblings, Mr. Yamada. Of course I want to tell them.

farmer toshi: Anyway, so I was fighting thugs and Dad had already gotten to this "Shigaraki" dude who was like their leader or whatever and the fucker decayed his right elbow and I was trying hard to get to him but the fucking cronies wouldn't let me by them.

farmer toshi: Then this huge fucking monster grabbed Dad and hit him into the ground and broke his arms. That thing couldn't be human, it's brain was out and it was like 9 feet tall.

farmer toshi: That Shigaraki fucker spoke to me. I can't even remember what about, but he was mocking me, I can tell. But the teleporter told him they needed to leave because Iida had made it out by that point.

farmer toshi: So this fucker tries to decay either Midoriya, Asui, or Mineta to "break AllMight". But I used the teleporter's voice to brainwash him and that monster hit my head into the ground like he did with Dad for brainwashing its friend.

farmer toshi: I knew Dad was out because the thing had hit his head into the ground again and knocked him out and that thing would try to hurt him again if I didn't do something. So I put myself on top of him because I couldn't lose a Dad I just finally got. But the monster hit my head down again.

farmer toshi: I had finally managed to get up to get me and Dad out of there when AllMight showed up. AllMight put us on a stair landing and I had to get up the rest of the way. Another villain tried to get us while I was getting him up there to get out but I just stabbed her and pushed her down the stairs.

farmer toshi: Mind you, I was running on adrenaline this whole time. So, when the UA teachers came in, I was pretty numb emotionally because I was basically out of steam but I wanted to get Dad out of there so I kept going until Sero and Uraraka helped me up the rest of the stairs while the teachers got there.

farmer toshi: I'm pretty sure Snipe is who caught me but then I just passed out and woke up in the hospital not being able to speak and had a panic attack.

feral cat dad: I've figured out speech to text and I appreciate what you did for me, Hitoshi, but I was worried about you when that thing had me. I don't want you dying to protect me.

farmer toshi: Trust me, I don't plan to nearly die again. The headache was killer and I'd rather never experience that again.

feral cat dad: Good. Now, make sure you rest, kids.

2:15 AM

private chat with Bakugou and Yamada

Bakugou: Look, I know it's late, but my mother kicked me out and she's disowned me because she now wants me to drop from UA and I won't do it. I need somewhere to stay and I know Aoyama and them were talking about dorms yesterday after the USJ incident.

Yamada: It doesn't matter if it's ideal. Head to the school, I'll come get you inside and we'll go for your stuff from your parents' house tomorrow after school and I'm putting a rush order for emergency UA protection for your custody right now.

Bakugou: I think I need Recovery Girl, she got my arms pretty bad. I'm losing blood like crazy and I can barely grab things to keep going but my leg is sprained so I need help moving.

Yamada: We can worry about healing injuries once you're here. Until then, just be safe and get here as fast as you can. If you can't make it here, then I'll come get you.

Yamada: Just keep responding, little listener. How bad are your injuries?

Bakugou: bloodyleftarm.jpg

Bakugou: bloodyrightarm.jpg

Bakugou: sprainedknee.jpg

Bakugou has sent their location

Yamada: Fuck.

Taglist: @everythingisstardust 

[darkdumbass]

Yo, I’m not dead, just had a thing going on on Twitter and didn’t want to post it here until it was finished.

It’s a story I wrote with the help of my followers. At certain points I used polls to give them a choice where the story would go next. It turned out pretty well and it’s pretty long so I’m putting it under the cut.

This up here is the cover. The story itself is accompanied by rather quick doodles.

Big thanks to everyone who participated.

Enjoy!

One Day Off

During his stubborn race to prove he's better than everyone else, detective Gavin Reed found himself hitting a wall. At times like these it is wiser to take a step back and take at least a little time to rechage the much needed energy.

Not that detective Reed is considered to be wise by anyone, even by himself, but he has at least that much common sense. So he's taking a day off. Which, sure enough, provides him with a decision to make. What to do? Where to go?

[Amusement park] [Edgy rock concert] [Water park] [Contemporary art gallery]

The last thing he wants is to look like a pathetic loner. He needs an accomplice. Apart from the emergency telephone number, which he can't seem to remember by heart, his empty contact list includes only four other numbers. One choice worse than the other, but he has to choose.

[Old man Anderson] [The ever perfect Connor] [RK900 terminator] [Good guy Chris]

Standing outside the club with the opening act already in progress, Gavin still can't shake the surprise of his usually reserved partner accepting the invitation to go and listen to actual music. But this feeling is nothing compared to the shock of seeing the android arrive. 

"What. On Earth. Are you wearing?"

"I don't understand, detective. You told me to blend in."

"We're going to a rock concert, not starting an emo band."

"Accroding to my research--"

The baffled detective abruptly turns around and heads for the entrance, grumbling under his breath. 

The duo enters the large club, undecipherable shrieking from the direction of the stage filling their ears.

"This opening band is a bunch of clowns," Gavin remarks.

"So what now?" the android asks.

Gavin looks at him with a smirk.

[Booze] [Mingle] [Best spots near the stage] [Ditch the damn clothes, RK]

"Alcohol makes everything better, right?" the detective utters an empty laugh and hastily heads towards the bar.

RK900 curiously follows. Gavin casually orders three shots of tequila.

"Three?" the android wonders.

"Just enough to get this party started." This time his laugh is genuine. 

RK900's stress level slightly rises as he tries to predict all the things that could go wrong when Gavin inevitably gets drunk. What he didn't predict was a large man suddenly bumping into his partner. 

Gavin stumbles and his precious drinks spill, the victims being the bar counter and the android next to him. The poor man gasps, the sight of the wasted liquid gold ruining his delicate mood. He slowly turns, facing the enormous back that is the culprit.

[Punch him] [Hurt him with words] [Let it go] [Glass him]

RK900 sees a familiar expression appear on the detective's face. Gavin grabs a nearby empty beer glass and smashes it against the back of the giant's head. As if almost nothing happened, the mountain of muscle irritatedly turns around.

"Fuck, that hurt you little shi..." 

The words fade as a strong hand grasps Gavin's shirt and hurls him away. Powerless against the enormous force, his body flies into the nearest group of people. Gavin falls to the ground, taking a thin young woman down with him. Confused, he scurries back to his feet only to be greeted by a furiously looking face of who he assumes is the unlucky woman's boyfriend.

"The hell you think you doin'?" the man almost screams and throws a punch in the direction of Gavin's face.

The detective instinctively ducks. The man's fist lands on the wrong face, knocking down an innocent bystander.

Behind their backs an excited and most likely intoxicated voice roars: "Fiiiiiiight!"

A beer bottle flies over their heads, shattering in a crowd of people.

A savage fight breaks out around them, rapidly spreading through the whole club like a virus. Completely shocked, Gavin tries to comprehend the situation. Finally, when various objects start flying in different directions, he runs for safety, vaulting over the bar counter.

The quick-witted RK900 is already there, arms crossed and frowning disapprovingly at his human. Gavin isn't able to do anything more than mutter a nervous "Huh..."

"So... Do you have a plan how to handle this mess of yours?" the android asks impersonally.

[”Pff, I’ll handle it.”] [Call help] [Let’s just gtfo] [”Hey look, free booze!”]

Gavin looks around at the shelves full of alcohol.

"We stay here, have a nice free drink and wait for all this to blow over," he grins and reaches for a bottle of whisky.

RK900 sighs disappointedly. Minutes pass and people are still fighting. Every now and then the android peeks over the counter, checking for life-threatening situations.

Getting tired of the detective's pathetic fun, RK900 swiftly jumps out, moving speedily through the crowd. Gavin is left behind, too busy chugging a second bottle of hard liquor.

The android finally reaches the stage. It's empty save for some music instruments and various contraptions. He positions himself in front of the microphone overlooking the furious crowd. He pats it with one finger and the speaker emits a screechy sound. He leans his head closer.

"May I please ask you to abort all your violent activities and..." RK900 trails off when he sees his words have no impact. He clears his throat, calibrating his sound emitters. He brings the microphone closer to his mouth. In a fraction of a second the android looses his temper and roars with a booming voice: "EVERYBODY SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

The crowd freezes, people stopping mid-action resembling a paused movie. Somewhere in the distance Gavin drops a bottle.

"Thank you. Now I would kindly ask you to disperse and return to your homes or seek medical attention if need be."

The mass of people shifts as people regain composure. RK900 steps off the stage, satisfied.

But an unknown voice calls out: "Hey, where's the band?"

The android opens his mouth to answer but another voice cuts him out.

"They ran, what else do you think they did, dumbass?"

"Fuck, I paid to hear 'em and that's what I want!"

Cries of agreement echo in the hall. RK900 looks around with fresh concern. Suddenly, Gavin appears at his side, unintentionally brushing shoulders with him. The android notices a half empty bottle in his hand. He's sporting a devilish expression.

"I've got an idea," he calls into the crowd.

RK900 freezes. Whatever it is, it's going to be a disaster.

[Silence him] [Let him speak] [Drag him away] [Slap him]

--- 

It was a slow day at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson spent it sitting behind his desk filling out paperwork. It's evening and he's working overtime. The sudden ringing of his phone startles him a little. He picks up and listens.

As the coversation progresses, his expression changes from tired to tired as hell. Some disturbance in the city? That isn't even supposed to be his job but it seems that he's one of the few people available. He has no other choice but to get in his car and drive to the scene.

He arrives and a number of police officers are already there, holding the perimeter. One of them fills him in on what's going on. Apparently, a concert was supposed to be held at the club. Somebody shoves a megaphone in his hands. He sighs exhaustedly and steps forward.

He faces a makeshift barricade at the entrance to the club. It's built out of various furniture and metal railing. He lazily lifts the megaphone closer to his lips.

"Uh, hello, this is the police."

At the sound of his voice, several heads peek out over the barricade. In the middle, two figures stand taller than the others. The lieutenant narrows his eyes to see clearer.

"Reed?"

"Anderson?"

"Lieutenant?"

"RK900?"

Awkward silence takes over as lieutenant Anderson tries to put two and two together.

He fails.

"The hell are you two doing here?"

Gavin straightens his back with drunken courage.

"Wha- isn't it obvious? We want music!" his voice breaks with the last word. It does nothing to help Anderson understand.

"The concert?"

"We paid for music so we want it!"

The android next to Gavin sinks to his knees.

Anderson's hand holding the megaphone drops to his hip. His other hand covers his desperate face.

"And I thought this guy couldn't get any worse..." he mumbles into his palm. He lets out a loud breath. "Time to do my work, I guess."

[Use force] [Parley] [Talk him out of it] [”RK900, do something!”]

The lieutenant lifts the megaphone again.

"RK900!"

His loud shout interrupts the android's silent prayer. His head turns towards Anderson.

"What are you doing? Tell him to knock it off!"

"I tried. He doesn't listen," RK responds.

"Well then you haven't tried hard enough."

RK gives Gavin a desperate look. The man notices his gaze and pats him on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, I'll get the band back," he mumbles with a comforting smile.

RK900 lifts an eyebrow at the lieutenant. Anderson gestures his hands encouragingly. RK looks back at his partner. The man is now using his hand on the android's shoulder to steady himself. He burps with a frown.

In one quick movement RK900 jumps behind the barricade, pulling Gavin down with him. Grabbing onto his jacket, he violently shakes the human, finally getting his full attention.

"This moronic idea of yours will never work. I need you to give this up before everybody here ends up in prison," he whispers aggressively.

Gavin's confused expression slowly transforms into a defiant one.

"We haven't spent three hours building a barricade for nothing!"

"You'll walk with your freedom unrestricted if you just use your one braincell."

"That's not enough," he retorts.

RK sighs wearily, "What would it take for you to change your mind?"

The man makes an innocent face.

"Depends. What're you offering?"

RK900 falls silent, thinking.

[”My soul”] [An offer he can’t refuse] [”Anything. Just ANYTHING”] [A night he won’t forget]

Finally, the android lets go of the detective's jacket and places his hands on the man's shoulders instead, bringing their faces closer.

"Gavin," he breathes softly, making a dramatic pause before  he continues, "I'll give you a night you'll never forget."

The man stares at him dumbly. RK900 slides his hands and gently caresses the back of Gavin's neck, pulling him even closer.

"I know you better than anyone else," his voice quiets to a whisper, "Your every desire."

The detective gulps. An unintelligible mumble escapes his lips. 

A playful smile lights up the android's face.

"So why don't we leave all this behind and go to your place right now?" He's practically holding the dumbfounded detective in his arms.

"Ah-hahhh," Gavin gives in.

"Perfect," RK winks and lets go of him.

After that, Gavin takes notice of very little of what happens around him, completely lost in his fantasizing mind.

Police officers swarming the barricade.

A night he'll never forget?

Old man Anderson yelling.

Desires?

Being shoved into a cab.

To his place?

At last, he comes around. Truly, the android is sitting next to him in the taxi, a tired look on his face. Their eyes meet. Gavin can't stop a dopey smile. The car stops with a jerk. Unsurprised by the man's inability to move, RK900 opens the door instead, pushing Gavin outside.

He finds himself in an unfamiliar place, completely devoid of civilization save for the faint outline of the city somewhere in the distance. He truns around, seeing the android still sitting in the cab comfortably.

"I- Uh..."

"You," RK points his finger accusingly, "will try to find some reason in that head of yours."

"Y-you said--"

"Oh," the android interrupts his mumbling, "I lied." He flashes Gavin a condescending smile.

"Not about the 'unforgettable' part though. And try not to take too long, Fowler wants us at the office tomorrow at 0600."

The car door shuts and the cab silently drives away, leaving detective Gavin Reed to his own devices.

The end.

Thank you for reading! I imagine it was easy to follow on Twitter in daily doses but only now did I realize that it’s pretty damn long! So if you made it this far, you’re my hero <3

If you’re interested in the outcome of the polls with percentage, the whole thread can be found here.

And lastly, if you want to see me ramble more, share random funny anecdotes and maybe write more stories, follow me on Twitter.

Signing off, 

Your friendly neighbourhood fanartist

[kfs1001]

I was walking home today splashing through the puddles left over from the 20 odd centimeters of snow Mother Nature left us on Monday, thinking about D. Way back when, we have a young man, who may or may not understand Hollywood’s seedy underbelly, find himself getting a dream job. D joins Glee and is given a chance to become a permanent fixture. He renews his contract and the rest is history.

What comes next is a theory but I must state I believe D is gay. However, I thought I would bring this up.

What if D did not have understood his sexuality when he signed the deal. (Some people are later bloomers. I was not.) Maybe he thought he was straight or considered himself to be bisexual or even gay? Let’s say, the for purpose of this theory, he thought himself as bisexual and felt it best to play the straight man. Then he really gets to know C in ways he had never dreamed possible and – poof – he realizes, “Yes, I’m gay!” -- The scene in the Lima Bean after kissing Rachel may have been real to D – Anyhow, he finds himself trapped in PR nightmare when he has fallen hopelessly in love to his lucky co-star.

Now, D is forced into a masquerade and has to have a girlfriend because of a contract. The problem is now, the PR teams wants to save face by pushing the straight line in interviews and photos. Ladi ladi da.

What I am getting at is, people who yell a lot about something usually have something to hide.

Just think about it. There are many straight actors who have played gay rolls and have not suffered for it. Here are just a few.

 Heath Ledger and Jake Gyllenhaal (Brokeback Mountain)

Tom Hanks (Philadelphia)

Daniel Radcliffe (Kill Your Darlings)

Hugh Grant (Our Sons)

Eric McCormach (Will and Grace)

Gale Harold and Hal Sparks (Queer as Folks and the sex was pornography next to Blaine and Kurt)

Michael Ontkean (Making Love)

Mario Lopez (Breaking the Surface: The Greg Louganis Story)

Clive Owen (Bent)

Christian Campbell (Trick)

Christopher Meloni (Oz)

Matt Damon and Michael Douglas (Behind the Candelabra)

Paul Rudd (Object of My Affection)

 The point is, you do not see these gentlemen going out of their way to prove the straightness. Why should they? They are comfortable being straight and being actors. They were paid to play a role and they played it. 

Okay, for the detractors, yes, D is an actor and he was paid to play a role. The difference is, D’s team is yelling with megaphones from the bloody roof tops. How many times does the ‘straight’ word have to come up in one interview to make it believable? This smells like desperation and not much more.

D’s PR team reminds me of political handlers who are trying to spin a tale to defend their boss who just got caught with his pants down with some young man. All of sudden they pull the wife and kids out the front door to face the cameras to prove the man is straight even thought pictures are smeared over the internet. There are countless denials which only make it sound worse. Then, one day, after the wife has left and the kids are still trying to figure everything out, the politician admits to the dalliance.

Now, I might very well be wrong, but in my opinion, there is only one reason ‘straight’ comes up so often. D is not straight. They are far too obvious and that makes the whole charade unfathomable. If they wanted to make us believe D is straight, ramming it down our throats is not the way to do it.

It is not easy to come out of the closet, but many actors have.

Brandon Flynn

“We’ve been scared shitless our whole lives, thanks to all the stigmas that surround us,” the 24-year-old wrote in the post. “Equality takes courage, it worries me that too many people in this world lack the balls to stand up for what is right.” Since then, he's been romantically linked to singer-songwriter Sam Smith. 

Teddy Quinlivan

The model capped off a busy New York Fashion Week in September by coming out as transgender in a candid CNN interview.  Quinlivan, 23, began her transition at 16, but decided to open up about her gender identity publicly because of “the political climate in the world right now ― particularly in the United States.”  “If being transgender is something that gets attached to my name throughout my career, then it’s for a worthy cause. But I look forward to the day when it doesn’t matter,” she said. “The transgender community needs more visibility. And with more visibility will come more acceptance.”

Haaz Sleiman

In August, Sleiman opened up about his sexuality in an emotional video as part of a personal effort to combat violence against the LGBTQ community. The "Nurse Jackie" and "Killing Jesus" actor, 41, announced that he was “a gay, Muslim, Arab-American man” in the video, but didn't stop there. 

Thomas Dekker

The "Heroes" actor publicly opened up about his sexuality on Twitter in July, but suggested he was inspired to do so after a “prominent gay man” outed him.  The 32-year-old described himself as a “man who proudly loves other men” in a short essay he included with his tweet. He also revealed that he’d married his husband in April. 

Jordan Gavaris

The “Orphan Black” star came out as gay in a June interview with New York Magazine's Vulture blog.  The 27-year-old star, who plays the “exuberantly gay” Felix Dawkins, seemed a bit surprised to be questioned about his sexual orientation. “Nobody ever asks me,” he said. “I’ve never been asked.”

Dan Amboyer

The "Younger" actor married his boyfriend, Eric Berger, in October, and came out as gay in the process.  Amboyer, 32, had been in a relationship with Berger for 10 years, but had not spoken publicly about his sexuality before. He told People that he'd been “strongly advised” to “stay quiet” about his personal life as he established himself as an actor. 

Matt Bomer

"American Horror Story" actor and marble-carved-cheekbones owner Bomer acknowledged his partner, publicist Simon Halls, and their three kids in an emotional humanitarian award speech in 2012.

Colton Haynes 

Beloved for both his physique and silly social media persona, the "Arrow" star hinted slyly he was not straight before formally coming out in 2016

Wentworth Miller 

This actor and screenwriter was the portrait of brute masculinity in the 2005 Fox series "Prison Break," which made his heartfelt coming out in 2013 -- and subsequent admission to body image and depression struggles -- resonate all the more with fans.  

 The closet door is open. People are stepping out and thriving. In this day and age there is no need to stay in the dark.

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Bunkueanun ‘Francis’ Paothong, a 21-year-old bespectacled university student, is one of three protesters recently arrested under the rarely invoked section 110 of Thailand’s criminal code. The charge of violence against the queen carries a maximum sentence of life imprisonment, or, if the queen’s life is perceived to have been endangered, the death penalty can be applied. The protesters were attending an Oct. 14 rally when Queen Suthida’s motorcade drove by. Francis and another protester, Ekachai Hongkangwan, were arrested on Oct. 16, while child welfare activist Suranat Paenprasert was arrested the following week.

This is Francis’ account of how he wound up facing the harshest penalty levied against a demonstrator since this round of rallies against the Thai government and monarchy began in June. What follows has been edited for length and clarity.

You can say that my household is conservative in its nature. Initially, I was pretty much a conservative too.

I began to disagree with my parents when I was in senior high school. As I started reading newspapers and following American politics, I began to formulate my own opinions about how things could be if this country was still a democracy.

Three-quarters of my life have been spent under military dictatorship. At first, I did not really see any difference between democratically elected governments and military dictatorships, but at this point I am seeing that it has already had an effect on me and my future. In my mind, I began to question the government.

Read more: Why Are Thai Protesters Risking Jail to Criticize the King?

This was when I went to Canada as an exchange student. It was around the 2016 U.S. presidential debates. I recognized that whoever becomes president of the United States determines what will happen next around the world. During the debates, it dawned on me that I was drawn more to the Democrats, specifically to the ideas of Senator Bernie Sanders.

My thinking about the monarchy’s role in politics also developed over the years, although of course I still had a full-blown cry when the previous monarch, Rama IX [King Bhumibol Adulyadej], died. He was a father to our people.

My mother is a royalist through and through. While my parents believe that the king should be all powerful, that we should not touch even the issue of the monarchy, this is where I disagree. We should at least be able to talk to them about how this is going to work going forward. We are now living in the 21st century, it’s not like the Dark Ages anymore.

A week before I returned to Bangkok, when my university reopened [on Sept. 7], my parents and I had some discussions about me going to the protests. They said I could say whatever I like about [Prime Minister] Prayuth Chan-ocha or the constitution. But don’t touch the issue of the monarchy. I’ll do what I can, that’s what I said.

But by September, the whole landscape of the protests had changed and now there were these very lively, very public discussions about reforming the monarchy itself. I didn’t really know what to do. I thought I would be safe because I am more in the middle ground and not advocating for abolishing the monarchy.

Still, I tended to tell my parents I was not going to go, and they tended to believe me. But at the Oct. 14 protest, well—it was evident with my face on TV as the royal motorcade went by.

On that day, I was going to the protest, sure, but I was also there with a group called Anti One China-Thailand and we went to sell our merchandise to fund raise. But when we got to the Government House there was a whole series of events that transpired that resulted in me getting charged.

The police tried to move my friend away, grabbing her by the back and causing her to fall to the ground. That’s when I started using my megaphone. In the next 10 minutes, the police formed into what looked like what was about to be an anti-riot operation. The police started charging and the protesters moved in, and there I was in the middle. The next thing I knew, I saw the royal motorcade coming from over the police’s shoulder.

I was like, sh-t. Because something is bound to be wrong if you’re in front of the royal motorcade.

Read more: Meet the Lawyer Trying to Reform the Thai Monarchy

I tried to calmly tell the protesters to move away from the police barriers so that the royal motorcade could move through. People flashed the three-finger salute [from the Hunger Games]. Some shouted “My taxes!” meaning is like, hey, we are taxpayers, we should be able to have a say in running this country too.

The instant my parents saw me on TV they called me. They began to shout, ‘Francis, go back home.’ They told me they were coming to [Bangkok to] check on me. It was maybe a three or four-hour drive from my hometown. When I got back to my apartment, they were there and gave me an earful about how I should not have been [at the protest] in the first place. There was a lot of shouting. We fought for well over two hours.

It was the next day that I found out I was being charged.

I was reading a Thai language news outlet called Matichon and they had some details about the arrest warrant for Ekachai Hongkangwan and myself on charges of harming the queen’s liberty, section 110. When I saw the charges I was like f–k me, excuse my language, but I was dumbstruck. Protesters have been facing different charges, like maybe section 116 [for sedition] and section 112 [lese majeste] and violations of the public gatherings act and some other things like that. But these charges—oh God. Those who harm the queen’s liberty or intend to harm the queen’s liberty will face the jail time no less than 16 years up to life imprisonment. How the hell?

I told my mum about it. I had her read the news. And she began to panic.

Lillian SUWANRUMPHA—AFP/Getty Images Activist Bunkueanun “Francis” Paothong (C) comforts loved ones before he enters the Dusit Police Station to answer charges of harming Thailand’s Queen Suthida in Bangkok on Oct. 16, 2020.

The lawyers I called were from the group called Thai Lawyers for Human Rights. They usually handle cases with political prisoners and stuff like that. They told me in all their years of working as attorneys they had never seen a case like this before. There’s not even been a mention of it in the Thai Supreme Court mind you. The last time it was used against a common man was maybe more than 100 years ago? I didn’t know what to do until my mother called one of my relatives who used to be a police officer working in the courts. And he said you should turn yourself in tomorrow morning.

Friends who knew of my situation that night came by my apartment to try to console me.

It was well into midnight that I began my prayer. I thought to myself that whatever happens from now on, it will be a struggle. I am not a Christian man myself. But the prayer gave me comfort and strength.

The next morning, at maybe 7:00 or 8:00 a.m. I went to the police station with my parents. I kept thinking, ‘Well, whatever happens I have to face it.’ My lawyers already told me that I should not be hoping too much.

After I reported myself to the police, they arranged a car for me to bring me to the Border Patrol Police Region One headquarters, in Pathum Thani, the neighboring region of Bangkok. They brought me into an auditorium they had prepared specifically for handling the protests. They allowed only my lawyers and my parents to join me. We arrived there around noon. Ekachai, the co-defendant, came a bit later.

I knew outside, the protests were escalating. But there was nothing I could do except wonder what would happen next. I went to sleep at 8:00 p.m.

Around four hours later, I was woken up by another group of protesters that the police had brought in. It was two prominent protest leaders: Tattep Ruangprapaikitseree and his boyfriend James Panumas Singprom and some other people. I went to see if they were OK. And Tattep said to me, [your] case is so bad. He said, ‘Don’t worry. We will fight for you.’

There were some opposition members of parliament coming to visit me. [Opposition MP and activist] Rangsiman Rome came and said to me it is really, really cruel what you have gone through. And I know it is. But I was in good spirits. I was still cracking jokes at that time. At this point, I just thought how historically perverted it is that I am one of the first being charged with this.

Read more: Why This Thai Billionaire Is Risking It All to Back Reform

I was woken up again at 5:25 a.m. by the officers. I asked them if it was time to go to the criminal court now. They said yes.

While I was waiting one of the officers there told me something I didn’t really expect. The border police officer said, “I am rooting for you, so keeping fighting on. I believe in your innocence.” I said thank you.

This was my first time being in a court. My first time being detained. My first time being charged. I didn’t really have any expectations about it.

It was a very long day indeed. A lot of people came in. There were defendants all over the place. Some of them were charged with trying to harm others. Some of them were in possession of narcotics and stuff like that. There were some good people in there, they just wanted some money.

There was no hope for me to get a bail out. Everybody said so. Even Ekachai said so.

I didn’t know who Ekachai was until someone told me was a defendant in a previous, lese majeste case. He already went to jail once. He gave me a lot of advice.

Right before the prison transfer, the bail decision came. And I got out. [Ekachai did not make bail].

Now I have to wait for the evidence against me to be revealed. I have to report to the court on Dec. 4. But at this point I am more than hopeful that this case will be dismissed, or that my innocence will be proven should it proceed. I haven’t given up hope from the very start until now. I was innocent then. I am still innocent now.

I think they are trying to make an example of me. But I daresay that what happened has just made a lot of people angrier.

Even though the incident was unfortunate for my wellbeing and mental health, I don’t think I regret going to the protest that day actually. I was just there to exercise my rights and my liberty as a citizen of this country.

I still wholeheartedly support the protests. I don’t know what will happen next. I just know that when people start to come together demanding something better it gives me hope that this country could be in be in a position where people are able to change their own destiny.

I admire President Franklin D. Roosevelt a lot. He once wrote, “The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today.” I quoted this right before I turned myself in to the authorities. I walked on, without doubts, with a strong and active faith. That is what I intend to keep doing.

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The election scenario that should frighten everyone -- especially Black America

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The election scenario that should frighten everyone -- especially Black America

But there’s another frightening election scenario I dread as a Black man — and that few people seem to be talking about.

It’s what happens if an armed Black person clashes with an armed White person at a protest and bullets start flying.

Images of such a confrontation could upend the presidential race, hobble Black Lives Matter and undo much of the White support for racial justice that surged during the George Floyd protests this summer.

Such a scenario may seem implausible, but it’s only a camera click away because of two trends.

A number of armed, far-right White groups emboldened by Trump’s “law and order” message are confronting anti-racist protesters across the nation. And there is a growing Second Amendment movement among Black Americans who are forming their own armed groups.

What happens if these two movements collide?

Why more Black people are buying guns

FBI Director Chris Wray reflected some of that concern recently when he said he’s worried about violent clashes between far-left and far-right groups at racial protests this fall.

Such a confrontation almost came to pass this summer when hundreds of heavily armed members of a Black group called the “Not F**king Around Coalition” converged in Louisville, Kentucky for a protest against police brutality after the death of Breonna Taylor.

They were met by an armed, largely White extremist group called the “Three Percenters.” The two groups yelled at one another but were kept apart by riot police. Shots were fired at the event when a NFAC member dropped his weapon and accidentally injured three other NFAC members with buckshot.

The NFAC also marched on a Confederate memorial in Stone Mountain, Georgia, in July. With some members dressed in black paramilitary uniforms and carrying ammunition belts, they looked like an updated version of the Black Panthers.

One of their members grabbed a megaphone and called for a showdown with White vigilante groups.

“I don’t see no White militia, the Boogie [Boogaloo] boys, the Three Percenters, and all the rest of these scared-ass rednecks,” the man said as he cradled a rifle in his lap. “We here, where the f**k you at? We’re in your house.”

The leader of the NFAC did not respond to an interview request from Appradab.

A group of armed Black people also marched earlier this year in Brunswick, Georgia, where Ahmaud Arbery, a Black man, was shot to death after being chased by at least two White men.

Not all of these Black groups are challenging White vigilante groups. Many say they formed for a variety of reasons: to protect protesters, to assert their Second Amendment rights and to guard their communities against corrupt police officers as well as White supremacists.

One member said that Black people “can’t just sit there when your family gets murdered or people get murdered.”

Black people not aligned with these groups are arming themselves as well. Organizations of Black gun owners are reporting huge surges in membership. More Black women are buying guns. Many members of these groups said they joined because stories about Black people being killed by White supremacists convinced them they needed to be armed.

Michael “Killer Mike” Render, a hip-hop artist and activist, captured some of this mounting anxiety in the Black community when he recently urged Blacks to embrace their Second Amendment rights. Render released a statement addressed to Black people in which he said, “the only person you can count on to protect yourself and your family is you.”

“I put this statement out because the police cannot always get to you on time, and the world is not a just place,” Render said. “We cannot assume that everyone who wears a police uniform is just and fair.”

I’ve heard similar attitudes in conversations with friends and family members. A Black pastor shocked me when he told me he was thinking of getting a gun because of rising racism, and so were many of his fellow pastors. A friend recently told me he’s stocked up on guns because he’s seen more White, self-styled paramilitary groups in public.

“I ain’t going back to slavery,” he said during a phone call.

The Black right to bear arms

Black people turning to guns amid rising racial tensions is nothing new. Black newspapers in the late 19th century encouraged Black gun ownership to protect their readers against White vigilantes. Black leaders such as Frederick Douglass and Ida B. Wells armed themselves.

Even the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. applied for a concealed gun permit after his house was bombed. Armed supporters once guarded King’s home, stocking it with so many guns that one advisor called King’s house “an arsenal.” King eventually abandoned guns for self-defense after fully committing himself to nonviolence.

“The Jim Crow period, where …. [Black Americans] didn’t have the protection of law enforcement and [faced] mob violence, would have been considerably worse but for the fact that Black people in the South were armed and offered some resistance,” says Robert J. Cottrol, a legal historian and author of “The Long, Lingering Shadow: Slavery, Race, and Law in the American Hemisphere.”

Yet White America has traditionally been leery of Black people with guns. One historian, in a 2016 column in The Washington Post, said, “The right to bear arms has mostly been for White people.”

The Black Panther Party, for example, was destroyed in part by the FBI and other law enforcement agencies because photographs and videos of armed Black men sparked deep fears among some White Americans.

A White man carrying a gun in public is seen as a patriot, a Black man a thug, the comedian D.L. Hughley once said. This is the double standard that Black Americans have long lived under.

It’s also why some worry that images of an armed Black person defending themselves could backfire even if that person has credible claims of self-defense. Critics of Black Lives Matter could use such an image to turn White support against racial justice protests, said Allissa V. Richardson, author of “Bearing Witness While Black: African Americans, Smartphones, and the New Protest #Journalism.”

“I do worry that the movement will be derailed by the wrong image,” she said, “an image that many people are quite frankly waiting to see so they can say, ‘I know we shouldn’t have supported this.'”

Others could use a similar image to swing a presidential race. It’s happened before.

An infamous campaign ad evoking fears of Black violence is widely credited with helping George H. W. Bush win the White House in 1988. The ad featuring a grainy mugshot of a dark-skinned Black prisoner named Willie Horton, who, after being released on furlough, raped a White woman and stabbed her boyfriend.

The ad implied that Bush’s opponent, Gov. Michael Dukakis of Massachusetts, was soft on crime. Bush won in a landslide.

One image of violence could wipe out years of racial progress

I know this is supposed to be a new America. The Black Lives Matter protests this summer may have been the largest movement in US history. Countless White protesters stood shoulder to shoulder with Black people in the streets. Corporations and sports teams are taking stands for racial justice.

For the first time in the nation’s history, the US may have what one writer calls an “anti-racist majority.”

But one powerful image of a Black person wielding a gun could wipe out much of those gains. Just as the George Floyd video sparked a movement, the wrong video could grind it to a halt.

And the context of such a video may not matter. Many Black people only have to consider some notorious recent cases of police violence to conclude the Second Amendment doesn’t apply to them.

Philando Castile, a Black man, was legally carrying a concealed weapon when he was shot to death by police during a traffic stop in 2016 near Minneapolis. Atatiana Jefferson, a Black woman in Fort Worth, Texas, was shot to death by police in her home last year after she pulled a gun from her purse one night after hearing a noise in her backyard.

And Breonna Taylor was killed by police in Louisville after her boyfriend, who was legally armed, shot at officers after they forced their way into her apartment one night with a no-knock warrant. Taylor’s boyfriend said he didn’t know they were police because they didn’t identify themselves, though police maintain they did.

“We’ve tried to practice our Second Amendment rights, but we see that we can’t do what they can do,” said Richardson, author of “Bearing Witness,” referring to White gun owners.

This double standard is why I dread what could happen if a Black man did what a White teenager is accused of doing in August in Kenosha, Wisconsin: shooting three White demonstrators, two of them fatally, at a public protest.

President Trump refused to condemn the teenager and suggested he was acting in self-defense. The teenager’s attorneys said he was acting in self-defense as well. Now some White Americans hail him as a hero and a patriot.

I suspect the reaction would be different if that teenager was a young Black man.

The backlash could be even worse now

This aversion to Black people with guns is so ingrained in the American psyche that one disturbed Black shooter can tarnish an entire movement. That’s what happened in 2016 when a Black military veteran shot and killed 5 police officers during a protest against police brutality in Dallas, Texas. The gunman had no formal connection to Black Lives Matter, and the organization condemned the shooting.

But the tragedy changed the perception of Black Lives Matter “in an instant.” Critics blamed the attack on the protest group, and BLM lost momentum.

“A lot of the progress in the movement was reversed and then the question became, should Black Lives Matter be on a terrorist list?” said Richardson, author of “Bearing Witness.”

The recent shooting in Compton, California, could have a similar impact. On September 12 an unknown person ambushed and seriously wounded two Los Angeles County sheriff’s deputies as they sat in their patrol car. Surveillance video caught images of the shooting, but the race of the shooter is unclear.

Several relatives and friends called me afterwards, expressing the same sentiment I hear after every high-profile shooting: “God, I hope he ain’t Black.”

Today, the backlash could be even worse. President Trump has used racist language to mobilize his base. Drivers are plowing into crowds of peaceful protesters. Some now warn the country is “spiraling toward political violence” that threatens democracy itself.

I’m not asking that responsible Black gunowners disarm.

Cottrol, the historian, says Black people shouldn’t abandon their Second Amendment rights over concerns about how some White people may react. He asks, “Are you going to make your right to stay alive contingent on the perception of others?”

I’m apprehensive about another question:

What happens if a Black vigilante group issues a challenge, but this time there’s a White vigilante group that’s willing to accept?

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Fighter || Im Jaebum

Pairing: Jaebum x reader Genre: violence, a bit fluff Words: 1334

You were in class at the school, everything seemed normal. The surrounding people were focusing on the teacher as he taught the class math formulas and stuff you didn't care about. All you could was look at Jaebum. Your boyfriend, who sat on the other side of the room. All your emotions went crazy as he looked at you with a light smile.

You weren't sure if it was love you felt, but it didn't matter. It was something good, so it was fine. But suddenly as you looked at him peacefully, he began to bleed. You wanted to run to him, but something hold you back.

"Jaebum! Please, let me to him!", you screamed hysterically. But the power was stronger than you. His  face looked like someone beat him up in this moment but there was  nobody. Everyone except you and him looked at the teacher, didn't even look in your direction.

Suddenly, he collapsed, his head fell at the table first, while his whole body was limp. After a few seconds, his body fell to the floor. All you could was cry, screaming till your lungs hurt. But at one point everything went black.

You  startled from your fretful sleep. Your hands were shaking, your heart  was racing. What the hell was this dream? It felt so real, that you even felt that you felt a tear rolling down your face. Actually, all you wanted was taking a nap before meeting your boyfriend, but it got more intense than you thought. It was already 7 pm, when you made your way to the fast food restaurant, where he was about to meet you.

Well, he said that you would meet him there, but as expected you saw him nowhere. "You never change", you sighed as you entered the restaurant and took a seat at the back. You ordered the vanilla milkshake the both of you liked so much and waited. And waited for another hour.

It was the moment when you scrolled through Instagram, when you saw a video of a friend of yours where two boys were  fighting, around them hundreds of people. What was this crap?, you thought and were about to scroll further, when you heard a few people screaming: 'Im Jaebum! Im Jaebum!'

Immediately, you stood up, left the restaurant and ran as fast as you can to the  hall, where all this happened. Thanks to the google earth, you found the place faster as you expected. Faster as you wanted, because you didn't know what to see when you would go in there.

The gray building spanned in front of you, as it wanted to devour you.

Without  further thinking, you went in, met already the first people from the   gang in this area. You didn't really know them, but knew that they were dangerous. What does Jaebum making here?, you wondered, hoped for the best in this moment. You didn't want to see a real nightmare.

You followed the loud cheers and screams, while you remembered the video.   The more you got into the building, the more people were dancing and   drinking alcohol. This was nothing bad though, but somewhere was your   boyfriend, maybe got beaten up, although he was innocent.

Shortly after, you stood there, in the middle of the crowd watching an unbelievable scene, while the people screamed for their favorites and numbers and money were exchanged. Nowhere was Jaebum, but you remembered the boys fighting in the video. It had to be your girlfriend, so he had to be here somewhere.

"Do you know where Im Jaebum is?",you asked the blonde boy next to you, who focused on the fight. The sound of bones cracking and slaps echoed from the big walls, it was everywhere.

"In this corner", he pointed at the right,"there are the fighters for this weekend." You were blind because of your anger which boiled inside you. All this he never mentioned. The two of you were a couple since three months and somehow he could keep this secret, but now  it was too late. You were already here and saw him getting up. Actually, you thought he was about to go, but he took the other way.

"Let's go for another round with our champion, Im Jaebum. And your rival will be Jang Woojong.",  someone said through a megaphone. In shook you stood there, didn't have  a plan how to stop all this; stop your boyfriend from being beaten up.  But it was already too late. Jaebum confronted his rival with a smile on his face.

You've never seen him like that; his dark side. All this seemed unreal. Even more unreal than your dream.

A loud bang filled the room when Woojong  attacked him immediately. You saw his fist smashing in the face of your boyfriend, which made you to stop breathing. How could he do this? Was  this his hobby?

In the next second Jaebum avoided the next beat of his rival and beaten him till he  fell. He was aggressive. Every pore screamed anger and power, which  scared you as you saw him like that. All the months you saw him like a  good man, even if he was pissed off sometimes, even if he said things which hurt you. But he apologized after that, and then he was the caring boyfriend again.

All  this were in your mind as you saw how your boyfriend knocked the other  man unconscious. Then there was another bang, echoed from the walls. The  fight ended, Jaebum smiled again. All the anger in his face was like wiped away.

You didn't even recognise that You was in the front row, when Jaebum suddenly shot a gaze in your direction. And suddenly  you thought, you would throw up. You turned around and ran out, heard  your name behind your back. Your feet ran as far away as you could, when  you collapsed on the wet grass a few meters away from the building.

All  the pressure were on your shoulders, all the secrets he didn't tell  you, when you began to cry. Why didn't he told you all this? Of course, you wouldn't have been liking it but it was better than finding it out in this way.

You heard footsteps behind you, but you wasn't capable of even turn your head around. Of course, Jaebum knelt down in front of you, as you sat there sobbing in your jeans.

"(Y/N), I'm more than sorry. I don't even know what to tell you.", he began to shutter. There was blood on his light blue tshirt, which made you more cry. "Why, Jaebum? Do you have so much anger in you that you have to hurt people?", you screamed, didn't know where you took the strength from.

He looked at you pitiful, pressed his lips together because he didn't know what to answer. "I hope, you know that all this is illegal. You can get into prison because of that. You would leave me then. But wait, you don't even care about me so it doesn't matter.", you cried out, while your lungs began to hurt.

"That's not right, (Y/N). I care about you. More than about anyone. More than about me." His hand touched mine, trying to hold it but you took it away.

"I don't want you seeing like that, Jaebum. I love you, i really do, but please stop fighting. I don't want to stand at your grave when all this escalate in some way some when. And it will, I'm sure." You didn't want to lose him. You would have been destroyed, when he would end this between you two.

"(Y/N),  please don't break up with me. I'll get my anger under control, I  promise. I didn't tell you because I was afraid how you would see me  after this. But now it's even worse. I'm so sorry.", he said, regretting his actions truthfully.

Maybe  he wouldn't take the chance you gave him, but you knew that the both of  you needed each other. You needed to give love to each other, needed to  care for each other.

Maybe that thing that you felt, was really love.  

[whydoyouwantmyname]

Imagine finally going home to Carl....

I Wrote a part three.... I did it guys!

Part One

Part Two

You sat in the bedroom Negan had provided you, looking at the latest book he gave you, hoping it would help occupy your time.... unaware the books didn’t fill your time, but your memories did, mostly the one’s you had with Carl....

 It had been so long that you were in this bedroom, you had forgotten what the outside even looked like. 

 There were two times Negan came in to your prison looking sour though, normally he would come to you and tell you about his day, or tell you a story from his past life... But those two days he was cross. 

"Well Well well... Looks like our mutual friend has flown the coop. Funny how he found stealing a jar of my peanut butter far more interestin' then savin' you." His voice boomed in the small space as your eyes focused on the corner away from him, however you knew his facial features wouldn't match his voice. He was pissed. 

"Funny how you said you would let me go too and yet here I sit still." You answered back with a sassy tone, your eyes never meeting his face as he scoffed, and left the room, knowing that was the only attitude he would get out of you. 

"Did ya hear all the gunfire last night?" His voice was harsh, as he entered the dull room with Lucille over his shoulder. 

"Yes sir. Figured it was just Simon playing a little game with some other prisoner." You retorted as he pulled the desk chair around so that the back was facing you, he lifted one leg over and sat down, one arm over the back as he glared you down. 

 "No. See now that is where you are wrong. Seems that your little boyfriend decided that he wanted to pull a rescue mission, save his little girl last night. However seeing how you are still here..." 

"I swear if you so much as hurt a single bone in his body..." You growled as Negan smiled, sending a shiver up your spine. 

"I would never dream of it. Why I was quite impressed by his performance. Hell I wish Carl was my own son. I simply just brought the boy back to his father, and told him if he ever wanted to see ya again he better behave himself." 

 "You took him back?" 

"Yes ma'am. I must say there is only one flaw in that boy, and last night I found it a real annoyance. See he seemed to think that after comin' in here and shooting up the place he earned the right to ask my men over 67 times if he could see ya. The boy would be a real warrior, if his only weakness wasn't you." 

A scoff rose up in your throat as you looked at the aging man before you, "you are wrong." 

 "I wish I was sweetie." He smiled again before pushing off the chair and slammed the door behind him as he exited. 

 Today however was a happy day.... 

 "Guess who is finally gonna go see her home?" Negan boomed in the early morning as he barged into the dull space. 

 "Negan.... What are you talking about?" You groaned sleepily as he laid beside you, arms under his head as he stared at the ceiling. 

"Well I figured I could use ya' today, as a form of leverage, prove I kept my word on keepin' you alive and well. I can't use Eugene cause hell he might as well have been one of us this whole time. And Sasha, well I don't know how she feels about me yet, who knows she might just say no to my offer to go home. But you.... You are Carl Grimes's southern bell, the apple of his eye, the owner of his vcard, and probably someone who is special to Rick too, seeing how you are the only hope of his son being happy.”

“So what, you take me there, make ‘em think you are finally returning me after our little show in the RV, and that they won’t want to put a bullet in your eyes for keeping me for so long. For torturing Daryl. For killing Glenn and Abraham. Or for the rest of the shit you have done?”

“Not as long as I have a gun to your pretty little head.” He smiled at the ceiling, “Now I suggest you get the fuck up, and get something nice on. Today is a BIG day.” And with that he rolled off your bed as you kept repeating in your mind, ‘I’m going home.’

“I am Negan.” You heard Eugene say into the megaphone as you watched from tinted windows, your eyes glued on to the one which belonged to the aging man who stood on the watch tower you sat upon when Carl asked you out. He looked weary, and it broke your heart knowing that the entire reasoning behind this was because of the man sitting beside you.

“Now sweetheart. I’m going to go out there first, and when I give you the signal....”

“I go out there, and you put a gun to my head, after revealing Sasha is unharmed in the casket.” You blankly said, your tone monotone as he smiled.

“You might not see it now Sweetheart, but this is for their own good, I wanna show them....”

“Just how broken they can get.” 

“Damn! I am gonna miss you.” He grinned as he threw open the door, leaving you in the truck, unsupervised.

Once he was away from the truck, and everyone’s attention was turned towards him and the unopened casket on the truck bed you slowly opened the door which you sat behind, and softly slid out of the truck, looking back and forth before quickly and silently making a break for the woods. It was there where you followed the fence, looking for....

“OH PRINCESS! YOU CAN COME OUT NOW!” You heard him scream, sure that he was now looking at the truck, and noticing the opened door....

“Where is she?” 

“I swear sir she was in the truck.”

“Well where is she....”

“You have [Y/N]?” You knew that was Rick, and you knew at the sound of your name everyone in the gates would know what it meant, and you could only imagine the look on Carl’s face, and while you wanted to listen to the conversation you knew you couldn’t right now, seeing how....

“FIND HER!” Negan screamed as you quickened your pace, knowing it wasn’t far. And then.....

“Carl I gotta show ya something.” You said as you walked into the room, your heart dropping at the sight of him sitting with Enid on the bed.

“Yeah. What is it?” He answered, as Enid turned and scowled at you, as you shifted uncomfortably

“Sorry I didn’t know you had...”

“Oh no, Enid was just leaving.” He answered as Enid’s head whipped around and she sighed loudly, before rushing out of the room.

“She seemed pissed.” You replied as Carl smiled.

“She’ll get over it. Now what did ya wanna show me?” 

“Oh, I found a way for us to get in the woods, without these insane people knowing.”

“No way, I gotta see this.” He excitedly answered as he jumped up, as you smiled and rushed down the stairs, knowing Carl was rushing behind you.

And it was today that you found the entrance again, thankful it wasn’t patched over when the wall was reconstructed. As you got on the forest floor and crawled through you looked at the house of Aaron and Eric, and hurried towards the back door, praying no one would notice you. As you softly shut the back door to the house, you heard the sound of gunfire, wondering if it came from inside the fence or on the outside. You slowly started up the stairs of Aaron and Eric’s house you knew you would have to hide in one of the guest bedrooms, knowing the one closest to the bathroom would have the best view of the square.You softly stalked into the room and climbed onto the bed, looking out the window in time to see Negan pointing Lucille at Rick and Carl, all the Saviors standing behind him. However there was no sign of Sasha, but the observation was quickly pushed aside when you saw the old, worn, dark brown sheriff hat.

The sight of his back caused your heart to flutter, your breath became caught in your throat, and your palms became clammy. It was like something you would see in a romance movie, and you were overjoyed to see that he was at least whole. However it only lasted a second before becoming dread as you watched Lucille get pointed at Carl, while Negan pointed towards the field between the houses, the one which you almost forgot about....

“Babe.” Carl softly whispered as he shook your shoulder, a soft groan leaving your throat as he did. 

“Babe.” He repeated, as you replied with a groan again, “I know you are awake now babe, so why not you point those beautiful [Y/C/E]s towards me.”

You slowly rolled over, and opened your eyes to the still dark room, your eyes landing on the bare chest and smiling face of Carl Grimes as his own blue eye stared down at you, a twinkle in them both as you groaned, “Babe, it isn’t even sunrise yet.” 

“I know, but I want to do something.” He sounded like an excited child, which was a rare tone for Carl to have, for so long now most people had heard him bear a very mature tone, as though he was an adult, even though he was 16.

“And you couldn’t have told me before I went to bed, and slept?” You smiled as he looked at you apologetically. 

“Sorry about that one. Now lets goooooo.” He whined as your eyes rolled with a giggle.

Five minutes later you had both managed to get out of the front door of the house without alerting any of the members in the home, and were now wandering hand in hand down the street of Alexandria, the moon and a flashlight lighting your path.

“So you woke me up just to walk me down the street?” You asked as you gripped the blanket closer to your chest.

“I mean this is just the second part of the plan, we thankfully got through the first part and got out of the house. Turn here.” He instructed as you turned between the house of some citizens of Alexandria, and into an empty field of overgrown grass.

“Oh look love, some tall grass.” You mockingly whispered as you walked by the houses, as Carl chuckled.

“Just you wait for what else you are going to see. Now close your eyes.” He whispered as he took the blanket from you, your eyelids slowly falling over your eyeballs, “And don’t peek.”

“Why, scared I will see some more tall grass.” you joked as you heard the sounds of the blanket, and felt his hands wrap around your arms, slowly lowering you until your legs met the soft fabric of the blanket, his hand then lightly pressing your shoulder as your upper body also joined the blanket. you then heard the thud of a body lay next to you and felt Carl’s fingers entangle yours. 

“Okay, open.” He whispered into your ear in a hot breath as you opened your eyes to the black blanket of the sky and looked at all the twinkling stars above. Your breathe taken away as you took in the sight of the sky.

“I know it is nothing special but I feel like with the way the world is right now, neither of us have taken the time to look and see that there is still some beautiful things in the world.”

“I see beauty in the world everyday Carl, all I gotta do is look at you.” you smiled looking at his once smiling face, which was now blushing. 

“I also was hoping I could take ya out here tonight and tell ya that I love you.” He whispered as your eyes widened.

“You love me? Even though I am annoying?”

“yes.”

“And always steal the last of the chocolate pudding.”

“Yes.”

“And insist on wearing the hat sometimes when it is too hot?”

“Yes.”

“And steal all the....”

“I love you and all the little things you do, even if I say I hate them.”

“Well I love you too Grimes, even if you did wake me up in the middle of the night to tell me.” you smiled as you leaned forward, both of your lips inching closer and closer and then....

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a tiger roaring, and the screams of men. As you looked out the window you saw everyone running around in the street, guns rapidly firing everywhere. The sight of the battle below caused a fire to burn in your gut, as you quickly leapt into action, running once more out the back door. 

When you reached the front of the house you noticed that a bloody rifle laid on the corpse of a man, he seemed to belong to the Saviors. You wasted no time collecting the weapon quickly and aiming it to shot whomever you recognized as a Savior. 

You got 6 good shots in, each one dropping a man or woman, before the smoke grenades came in, the smoke cloaking the streets as the Saviors and their allies fled. You aimed again, and pulled the trigger, however nothing happened, causing you to quickly discard the weapon and start toward another body you dropped, take the weapon, and follow the crowd after truck. You noticed the trailer and figured if you were to get a good shot on them, this was the best spot. You quickly climbed up the side, and when you reached the top, had a gun pointed in your face.

[numbuh-7-knd]

Jinxed Archer chapter 1, a Young Justice/Teen Titans fanfic

Summary:

TT/YJ x-over AU Jinx had the opportunity to rid herself of magic, and she took it and disappeared, Wally, blamed himself. Now his new team has a new Archer whose attitude reminds him of his old girlfriend, but never would he have imagined it was really her.

Wally, Roy, and Dick left the Titans to work with their old mentors, Garth took on a new name and continued being part of Titans East. Aqualad took on a new apprentice named Kaulder, the new Aqualad. But they were still being treated like kids, so they went rouge and saved Superboy.

Jinx got rid of her powers to move back to Gotham and take care of her disabled mother, but took on Archery, an old hobby of hers, and became a new hero, with no obvious ties to villainy

I don’t own Young Justice or Teen Teen Titans. Both belong to Warner Bros, DC comics, etc.

I only own this idea and plot

Within a bank in a city near the West Coast, a group of burglars stood, holding everyone in the bank hostage as they collected money from the safe. Sirens were in the distance but the police hadn’t shown up yet.

Just as the leader opened an emergency exit and told his crew to “Hurry up!” An unnatural silhouette with what appeared to be horns appeared in the entrance of the bank. The midday sun shining through blocking the figure from view.

“Where do you think you’re going?” The figure coolly asked with a feminine voice, surprising and scaring both the bank robbers and the hostages.

“You don’t look like a cop, what are you, some kinda wannabe hero?” The leader of the bank robbers asked with a rude tone of voice.

“I’m not a wannabe anything. What I am…” the figure walked further into the bank and revealed herself to be a pink-haired and eyed, gray-skinned young woman dressed in what appeared to be a witch’s costume.

“Is a Jinx!”

As the newly arrived hero rushed forwards and began to fight with the bad guys, the hostages watched on in fear, worry, and hope, unsure if they were being rescued, or if their savior was just another villain come to take over and take the money from the robbers for themselves.

“Is that Jinx?” asked the hushed voice of a hostage

“Who?” another answered

“Jinx, the super villain, from Jump city.”

“I thought the Teen Titans captured her gang, the Hive 5, it was on the news.”

“Dunno, maybe she escaped?”

“Well, the Teen Titans are just a bunch of kids, can’t expect too much of them..”

“Oh my, what is she going to do with us when she’s done with them?”

“Maybe this is our lucky day and she’s really a good guy?”

“No way, a zebra can’t change their stripes, once a villain, always a villain.”

Amidst this quiet discussion amongst the hostages, Jinx attacked the bank robbers, jinxing the bags of money so that they opened and spilled everywhere. Tripping a few of them, and jinxing the emergency exit shut, she faced off with the leader, a tall greasy man with a ski mask on, who eyed her appreciatively and said “So, a supervillain, eh? Don’t get too many of those round these parts, you want in, huh? Name your price.”

“I’m no villain, not anymore. And my price is you behind bars!”

“Go ahead and try it, Girlie. I’ve fought men twice your size, a little girl like you is no problem.”

“Don’t sound too cocky, you’ve never had to fight me before.”

She made quick work of him from there. A low kick to knock him over, then a blast of pink magic to knock him out. From there she hit the remaining crooks and then proceeded to tie the crew up.

“W-what now?” a scared teller turned to the pinkette and asked, causing the girl to frown.

“Now they go to prison, the cops will be here any minute…”

As she stepped towards the door, and elderly women cried and pushed her purse towards the heroine, crying out “Take it, just please don’t kill me!”

“What? Listen, Lady, I don’t want your purse, I’m one of the good guys, didn’t you notice the way I just took down the people robbing this bank, not to mention holding you hostage?”

“B-But aren’t you Jinx, the super villain?” A guy asked from next to the old lady.

Jinx sighed and shook her head, responding “No, I am Jinx, but I’ve changed, I’m a hero now, and I’ve been cleared of all my previous crimes.”

“Yeah right, she’s just telling us that so we’ll lower our guard, and then she’ll, she’ll, she’ll do something!” Stammered another hostage.

Jinx rubbed her eyes in annoyance before saying: “Look, it doesn’t matter if you believe me or not, the point is that you’re all free to go; but if I were you I’d still stay and wait for the paramedics to show up, just in case.” At this, she strutted out of the bank to wait for the police. When they arrived she approached them.

“Finally, you’re here! What took you so long?”

A Policemen frowned at her, and shouted through an (Unneeded) megaphone “Freeze, don’t make another move!”

“What… Excuse me? Freeze? I’m not the bad guy, the bad guys are inside! I stopped them and even tied them up for you!”

“Yeah right, you don’t look like a hero.”

“Well, I am one, the names Jinx!”

“Hah, do you think I was born yesterday? I‘ve seen you and your little friends on the news, Hive 5, right? You’re a criminal.”

“No, I was a criminal. I’m not one anymore, I’ve changed, and have already been exonerated for all my past crimes.” Jinx shouted as she crossed her arms.

“Yeah right, stand still, you’re under arrest until we can prove your story.”

Jinxed sighed in annoyance, but complied, deciding that it would look better for her if she did, ignoring the temptation to fight, or to do a flip to avoid the cops and run off.

An officer eyed her warily, asking a brother-in-arms “Uh, can’t she get out of these? We didn’t come prepared for metas…” he gestured to the handcuffs worriedly, however, the other officer merely shrugged, stating “Well, we gotta do the best we can to keep her subdued, till the boss tells us what to do, or calls in the big guns to handle it.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t try to escape, I’m a law abiding citizen now, I won’t try to run.” However, her statement did little to quell the officer’s fears, as he walked over and timidly asked her to place her arms behind her back, reading Jinx her rights before placing her in a squad car.

Soon enough she was joined in the car by a few of the bank robbers, the others being placed in other squad cars to be brought to the precinct for processing.

“Fancy seeing you here, mind tellin’ us what you’re in for, Pinkie?” One of the criminals, a man in his thirties who stunk of cigars and alcohol, asked.

���It’s just a misunderstanding, I’ll be out of here in no time. You, on the other hand…” She proudly responds, narrowing her eyes at the smelly man under arrest, before turning to watch the officer she had first spoken to, as he called what must have been his superiors.

He appeared to be in an argument with the person on the other end of the line for a few minutes, before finally slamming on a button on his phone, presumably hanging up, and storming over to the car, ripping the door open and saying “Get Out Girly, turns out your story checks out, but I’m watching you.” At this, she stood up and walked out of the car, the officer who had originally handcuffed her swiftly removing the handcuffs and apologizing.

She was about to leave the scene when a female cop stopped her, smiling and saying “Thanks, we don’t get many Superheroes around here, but we are appreciative of what you did, it would’ve taken us a lot longer to get them had you not shown up, and people could’ve gotten hurt. Just ignore what the captain says.”

Jinx was surprised and blinked in surprise, before saying “Um, you’re welcome. Bye!”

She jumped and used a grappling hook to get to the roof of a nearby building so that she could finish up patrol and go home.

Jinx arrived at her and Kid Flash’s temporary hideout and sighed in relief. The hideout was technically a secret safe house usually used by the Titans, which Robin had given her and the speedster permission to use as a base of operations until they found something better or choose a different locale to protect.

It had been a long day of fighting criminal’s on her own, since the Flash had needed Kid Flash’s help, and it was taking some time to get used to, even with Kid’s constant check-ins via their Titans Communicators.

Usually, he would have been at her side at all times, both because of their relationship and partnership, and because the other Titans were still slightly weary of her.

However, as of late, The Flash, whom Kid Flash had barely spoken to in over a year until recently, had been asking for Kid’s help at least once a week.

Jinx wasn’t sure if it was because Kid’s former mentor really needed his help, or if he was just trying to reach out to Kid Flash, and really, she wasn’t so sure she cared.

She knew she should be happy for Kid, but she missed the speedster when he wasn’t there, and not to mention she was still tempted sometimes to go back to the Hive Five, to go back to being evil. She especially felt that way on days like this, when she was lonely, and the repetitive task of going on patrol, taking down the same old “B-Villains” and then returning to her and Kid Flash’s base of operations to sit there and miss the old days where she at least had her old idiotic teammates to keep her company. It wasn’t too bad when Kid Flash was there since his company was both amazing and irritating enough to keep her mind occupied.

Jinx pulled her hair bands off angrily her hair falling so that it laid flat and ran down her back. She tossed them on the ground and walked over to the couch, throwing herself down onto the furniture and jinxing the remote to turn on the TV.

Suddenly a chilling and strangely familiar voice spoke out from behind her, sounding amused. “Well someone’s angry? Did your little hero boyfriend finally leave you?”

“Who are you, what are you doing here, and how did you find me?” Jinx called out in a panic as she looked into the dark shadows that normally were the kitchen area of the base, wishing she has thought to turn on all the lights when she came in.

“Oh, I’m offended, you really don’t recognize me, baby sis? It really can’t have been that long since father sent you away to that school to learn how to use those powers, right?” Here the sly voice that had been speaking gained a body as a tall, slender girl, no women in green with black hair and an ivory, grinning mask stepped out of the shadows. “Although we both know how that turned out.”

“J- Cheshire, how?! Last I checked you were still frozen in Paris after the brotherhood… No, you can’t be here! This can’t be real! You’re still frozen. Jade is still frozen, so this is either in my head or- No…” Jinx cut herself off, tied between being in shock and being confused.

“Oh, but I am real, baby sis. Dear old Pops needed my help with something, so he broke me out, and here I am.”

“Dad sent you, didn’t he? Well, you can tell him I’ve found a new family now with the Titans, and with Kid Flash, I’m not coming back.”

“Dad didn’t send me, he’s given up on you, you’re just a disappointment in his eyes. A pity, really, he and mom had such high hopes when you developed your powers. We could’ve been so much more with you there.” Cheshire had removed her mask at this point and was smirking at the pink haired witch.

“Don’t talk about Mom! It’s because of Dad that she’s dead! He killed her!” Jinx’s pink eyes were glowing by now.

“Sis, I thought by now you knew that in our family it’s every girl for herself, we can’t rely on others. Besides, who told you she was dead? Is that why you’ve never visited her in prison?” Still smirking the raven haired woman raised an eyebrow.

“W-what are you talking about?! Brother Blood told me she was dead. That Sportsmaster took the fall and let her get captured and that her injuries were too serious, that she d-died in police custody.”

“Is that why you didn’t come back? When we heard H.I.V.E. had been shut down, we figured you’d come home, but you didn’t. And then you showed up with Kid Flash to fight with the Titans.”

“Mom’s not dead? So Dad just let her be captured and take the fall? Ha, good thing I didn’t come back. At least here with the Titans, I know they won’t abandon me.”

“Oh, but isn’t that just what they’ve done? Clearly, they don’t trust you enough since you’re not living up in their fancy tower, instead, they just have you living you’re in the middle of nowhere in this crummy hole. They don’t trust you, and where is your precious Kid Flash?” Cheshire questioned.

“No, Kid and I choose to live here, this way we can handle trouble in places outside of Jump city. The Titans do trust me, if I wanted to I could live in the T-Tower or with Titans East, but I-we’re happy here. Kid is just dealing with something with the Flash, he’ll be home soon, and if you’re still here when he gets back he’ll give you a ride to the nearest prison, Cheshire!” Jinx was trying to stay strong because Kid would/ be back soon, he had to, and hopefully, he wouldn’t figure out why Jade was here, she had already worked so hard to gain his trust, she couldn’t lose it.

“Don’t worry about me, sis. I’m only here to check on my little sister, and give her a long overdue birthday present.”

“What could you have that I could possibly want?”

“Oh, nothing, just, you know… The key to being normal again…”

“What is that supposed to mean? Look, if you came here just to rub the fact that you’re normal and I’m not, don’t bother.” Jinx’s eyes were narrowing now.

“Heh, I’m sure you miss being you, and you’re probably too scared to tell your boyfriend that this isn’t how you’ve always looked…”

“What’s it to you? We both know it’s too late for me, I’m bad luck now and there’s no going back. At least now I get to do good with my bad luck.”

“But what if you could go back? What if you could get rid of your luck, and your looks, and just go back to being my blonde sister?”

“If you only came here to talk about the impossible, then would you mind leaving, since I’ve already tried everything. I can’t dye my hair, the pink bleeds through, and I can’t put a wig on because of my hair spikes through it. And don’t even get me started on my skin… I can’t tan, and makeup barely helps to cover up the gray skin. Not to mention my eyes, my magic reacts badly with contacts, and pink cat-eyes aren’t exactly normal.”

“But you can get rid of it all, with this.” Here Jade held up an amulet with strange runes on it, and a pink crystal encased in the center.

“What is it?”

“The solution. It will block your powers, and you’ll look normal again, you can be Artemis again-”

“Don’t use that name!”

“But, Sweetie, it’s who you are, who you were. Eventually, that redheaded idiot will get tired of you, when he does, put it on, come home… You know, mom’s getting out soon, I’m sure she’ll forgive you for not visiting.” Jade threw the necklace at Jinx, causing Jinx to vault herself over the couch to catch it, before realizing that Jade was gone.

“Well, that was… Weird.” Jinx got up, dusted herself off, and pocketed the necklace for later.

Suddenly she felt a breeze before finding herself in the arms of a certain speedster, who grinned at her before kissing her.

“Hey Slowpoke, miss me? By the way, why’d you leave the front door open, is something wrong?” Jinx was captivated by the caring and concerned look on Kid Flash’s face, and merely shook her head, saying “No, now that you’re back, everything’s fine.” Jinx hugged Kid Flash without another word, feeling relieved now that he was back.

This is something I’ve been thinking about for a while now, and I’ve been working on it off and on since season 2 first came out. I was partially inspired by the scene where Artemis looked in the mirror when she was Tigress. I have a picture of that scene but where she sees Jinx instead floating around somewhere, but I’m not sure I wanna show that here… cause I was a horrible drawer back then and it sucks… but I have a better pic to use here…

Oh, and thanks to everyone from the Young Justice community (the old one and the new YOUNG JUSTICE one) on Google+ for your support