#And she's like take all ALL THAT SCUM and have it rot in jail

[uroborosymphony]

Ara watches Yoona catch the helmet in a clumsy manner that is expected. A month and a half ago, the Quinn would have scoffed, take a little bit of pleasure in laughing at her for the simple task of catching something with her hands. Instead, her eyes remain on the other, pensive. There is nostalgia in her gaze if contemplating a sight that belongs to the past already. Grief. The weeks Ara has spent spiraling on her own slowly yet surely lead to Grief, the end of a chapter, the beginning of a new one. One she has decided to write without him, without Black Fang, one where the grandiosity of her insanity should be used for the final destination, her purpose. Yoona tries to hand the helmet back, declining the other, it is no surprise to Ara, again, in the end, Yoona does belong to a past she should leave behind. Loyalty is a beautiful thing, Yoona remains loyal to Black Fang and to that, Ara can only respect that. Black Fang has been remored to turn into a sinking ship ever since her departure : to stay on the deck is either hope that it might sail again, too. It might seems new as well - Quinn who would always leave a member in the cold for daring Not to follow her word, she's always been a tyrant. Today she is different, her army is Not her family, they are soldiers on the field with a task to take down every single strategic nest of the government. There is no sentiment, no attach, she knows these soldiers marching with her do not need for intimidation nor fear, as they all, collectively believe in an ideal that they consider stronger, grander than themselves.Her goal is to be efficient not loud - they are everywhere, construction workers, teachers, doctors, waiters, unsuspected and at night, they put their masks on to work on their part of the mission. She does not need to yell nor humiliate anymore, Faith is what guide her followers. If Yoona does not have faith, she wouldn't' be able to do what they do.

"Keep it. In the memory of me." Simply answers Quinn, understanding Yoona will never learn how to ride nor ride by her siide but... this helmet can stay with her, as a reminder of Quinn, if she cares that much. "From the background, you can actually. Our operations are all already in place, we are everything. We are waiting for the right moment to press the button. Soon, the city will be plunged into endless nights of chaos. A beautiful chaos we have orchestrated to escalade like a symphony of anarchy. Doom's day will be our final operation - we will march to Cheong Wa Dae. The Blue House will fall, and so will the persecutors in charge. My life will constantly be on the line. When I give you a call it will be a question of life or death, answer to it, yes? This place might be doomed, there are still useful means Black Fang possesses even if they don't seem to use it anymore. In the meantime, stay safe." Quinn closes to cabinet she was picking items in. Her job here is done. Her step hit the ground again, putting her new helmet on her head to complete her biker attire - the red dresses and the high heels are far gone. Ranger boots, and a full leather apparel. She then stands besides the door, her hand against the frame, not able to leave before asking that one and last question, looking above her shoulder. "Before I go. How is he..?"

[disco-elysium-via-polls]

[content warning: this post contains textual descriptions of sexual assault.]

🎵 Whirling in Rags, 8 AM

5. (Point at the harbour.) "Evrart Claire runs the Union. You answer to him, right?"

TITUS HARDIE - "You keep him the fuck out of this." He leans toward you. "We have *autonomy*. It's all on us. Evrart runs the Union -- *I* run the Hardie boys."

AUTHORITY - You stepped on some big toes there. Tried to take out a satellite. That's not how it's going to go. They'd rather rot in jail than implicate Mr. Claire in this mess.

ELIZABETH - "When Titus Hardie says he *runs* the Hardie boys," the woman adds, "he means that in an *administrative* capacity. On that night everyone acted as *one* man."

That wasn't a *wrong* answer, but I'm not sure it's the *right* one.

3. "When did this *hanging incident* occur?"

ELIZABETH - "You don't have to keep answering his questions," the fixer turns to remind Titus.

TITUS HARDIE - "I know, Lizzy, relax." He takes a sip. "We killed him last Sunday night. Seemed like a good way to end the week."

"How long had you known the victim?"

"Understood. Next question."

GLEN - "*Known* him?! We don't associate with scum like that, asshole!"

SHANKY - "Yeah, who do you think we are?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Quiet!" Titus gives Glen a stern look. "He came around 'bout three weeks ago, when that *Pines* cow first sailed into town. Happy?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "By the 'Pines cow' you mean Joyce Messier, the representative for Wild Pines?" The lieutenant pretends to check his notes. "The same company you're striking against?"

TITUS HARDIE - "No," he stresses, "I mean *the Pines cow*. The stupid-ass cow they sent in to fuck us over. But you know what..." He rubs his chin, pretending to mull it over.

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - This is where he tries to sow discord between you two -- because he knows the company is responsible for bringing the mercenaries into town.

TITUS HARDIE - "Why don't you ask *her* about the Pretty Boy? I'm sure she has interesting things to say -- when you ask her *hard* enough."

ELIZABETH - "That's enough insinuation for today, Titus." She turns to you. "Officer, your interview is drawing to an end. Don't waste your last questions."

There is not actually a limit on the number of questions we can ask here.

4. "Why did you kill him?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Why?" he hisses through his teeth. "Because he was worthless mercenary scum -- *and* he stepped out of line. In *my* town."

"So he was a mercenary, that's it?"

"Glad we cleared that up."

TITUS HARDIE - "*And* he stepped out of line," he repeats, jaw clamped shut like a vice.

KIM KITSURAGI - "What kind of mercenary?"

TITUS HARDIE - "The kind that shows up when you start a strike. The *experienced* kind, too. Had Co Hoi and Semenine written all over him -- ex-Oranjese Special Forces."

EUGENE - "A live grenade." The man spreads his arms. "Right here in *our* bar!"

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - This one has a special gripe with him coming here.

TITUS HARDIE - "I can't prove it, but I *know* he was sent by the Wild Pines. They hire merc-shit like that. Story of every strike from here to Samara."

"Hold on, how do you even know he was in special forces?"

"Right, but what did he actually do *wrong*?"

EUGENE - "Cause one night he walked straight up to the mic and said: 'I'm Oranjese goddamn Special Forces and I'm gonna fuck you all'."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Really?"

EUGENE - "Yeah -- really. Had a gin and tonic up there, sang some Oranjese paratrooper song, and said he's gonna fuck everyone."

SHANKY - "We couldn't believe it, either. But he fucking did. Right there," he points at the stage, "like some kind of animal."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Sire, the tale is true.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Medium: Success] - This is a serious violation of the karaoke code.

"Right, but what did he actually do *wrong*?"

"Okay, besides crimes against karaoke, what did he actually do wrong?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Wrong?!" he roars. "He harassed women. Raped one. Harassed workers. Threatened to kill some as a *warning*..." He wipes spittle from his mouth.

EMPATHY [Trivial: Success] - There's slight unease in him, suddenly. He regrets mentioning the rape.

TITUS HARDIE - "... to kill us all if we don't open the gates, if we don't let the scabs in. If we don't bend over." He cracks his knuckles. "And that was *before* he started coming *here*."

EUGENE - "Yeah, he said it was his 'favourite joint' now, started coming here every night! Drinking, grabbing girls -- grabbed one of ours mid-karaoke. Right there on the stage!"

KIM KITSURAGI - "He grabbed someone?" The lieutenant is trying to make sense of this flood of information.

EUGENE - "Yeah, this girl's on the mic, a beautiful girl, young. Gets into the second verse of 'Lover Lake'. The fucker grabs her legs, starts screaming..."

"'Show me your cunt! Why don't you show me your cunt?' Then he gets knocked on the head with a wine bottle -- doesn't even fall down!" He shakes his head in disbelief.

"Was this the same girl who was sexually assaulted -- *raped*, you said?"

"Okay then. Now, about the man you killed…" (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "Aren't you fucking listening? My man is talking to you. He took *care* of it. They got the girl out before anything else could happen."

SHANKY - "Yeah, me and Eugene got her out. Aren't you fucking listening?!" he repeats like a parrot.

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - There's something odd here.

"Right, but *who* did he rape then? This is a very serious allegation."

"Okay then. Now, about the man you killed…" (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "No." There's a moment of silence. "You're not getting a name. That's a Martinaise matter and I'm not discussing it with you clowns."

VOLITION [Challenging: Success] - Despite the stonewalling you can slip one more question in.

"I'm going to ask for one last time: Who did the dead man rape?"

"Okay then. Now, about the man you killed..." (Conclude.)

ELIZABETH - "Titus, do *not* answer. You have been forthcoming enough."

TITUS HARDIE - "Fuck off, cop." He does take the advice. "She's gone through enough without you harassing her too. She doesn't need more embarrassment."

KIM KITSURAGI - "What are you talking about -- embarrassment? If someone has been sexually assaulted, we need to..."

TITUS HARDIE - "What you *need* is to get THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!" You hear the aluminium crack in his palm as he squeezes the beer can. "I've had enough of explaining myself to you fucks. He's dead, it's done!"

ELIZABETH - The woman turns to you, calmly: "As you can see, these men can only take so much baseless scrutiny. I'm doing my best to keep the situation civil, but..." What follows is a slow headshake.

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - It's true. She was the only thing holding him back.

5. "*How* did you kill him?"

TITUS HARDIE - "We hanged him up by his neck until he got real still. Wasn't that obvious, copper?"

SHANKY - "Didn't they teach you *anything* at the cop school, idiot?"

AUTHORITY [Easy: Success] - You're pretty sure you've had at least two years of *cop school* and many more of active service.

KIM KITSURAGI - "The autopsy showed there were no ligature marks. His hands were not tied. Can you explain that?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Uh... we, huh..." He looks even more irritated than before. "Look, I'm not gonna play Twenty Questions with you, coppo. I'll say it again: We killed him."

+5 XP

ALAIN - "Yeah, *I* knocked him out." The tattooed one speaks up, banging on his chest. "Came up behind him and clubbed him in the back of the head. He went down like a sack of sand."

TITUS HARDIE - "That's right, lawman." He spits through his teeth. "And then we hanged the fuck."

"Mr. Tatts, what did you use to knock the victim out?"

"Where did all this action take place?"

[Composure - Challenging 12] Things aren't quite right here, are they?

"Right, I have other questions about the lynching."

ALAIN - "My fucking elbow, copper." He looks you straight in the eye. "Samaran boxing-style."

2. "Where did all this action take place?"

ALAIN - "Right fucking here." He spreads his hands. "Eugene already told you that the fuck had started coming to *our* bar..."

EUGENE - "Yeah, man, weren't you listening?"

AUTHORITY [Medium: Success] - They keep speaking for Titus so that he wouldn't get his hands muddy with too much explaining.

3. [Composure - Challenging 12] Things aren't quite right here, are they?

+1 Strange answer to the tied hands.

COMPOSURE [Challenging: Failure] - Actually, they're admirably -- surprisingly -- composed. The entire room. Given how many questions you've lobbed their way.

All of them? Maybe *one* of them is fidgeting, cracking under the pressure?

SHANKY - Well, this one -- but he's *always* fidgeting, so don't get your hopes up.

Looks like we're not getting information that way.

3. "Right, I have other questions about the lynching."

TITUS HARDIE - "Like what, copper?"

6. "How does the *bullet* in his head factor into this?"

TITUS HARDIE - "Huh?!" A sip of beer makes the surprise go down easier.

KIM KITSURAGI - "There was a bullet in the dead man's brain," the lieutenant checks his notes. "Why was it there, if you hanged him?"

TITUS HARDIE - "How the fuck do I know? Anyone could have shot him. Target practice maybe?" Another sip. He's tight-lipped suddenly.

+5 XP

ELIZABETH - "This line of questioning is *over*," the woman steps in before you can answer. "You got the cause of death already. Hanging. If there's any *post-mortem* trauma, it's your problem. This will not turn into a cross-examination."

SUGGESTION [Medium: Success] - This was a good move. Also, notice how Titus doesn't *like* her much. Especially when she's calling the shots.

Authority told us not to try and arrest anyone, and it seems like we don't have all the information yet anyway. Now that we've thoroughly questioned Titus, the last option has changed.

8. "So, what are we going to do now?" (Conclude the questioning.)

ELIZABETH - "Nothing," her reply comes sharp. "Your investigation here is done. Leave Martinaise, go back to your stations, where you belong."

New task: Prove your authority to Titus Hardie

KIM KITSURAGI - "I think we're going to stick around, thanks. Some things don't add up here, Titus." The lieutenant closes his notebook.

"I've done this job for long enough to know that people don't just confess to first-degree murder. *Even* if it is a group responsibility. We're going to look into this."

TITUS HARDIE - "Good luck with that." He grabs another beer. "You've heard everything a *rent-a-cop* is gonna hear from us *real* law officials. You're lucky you didn't get a beating."

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - Rent-a-cop? So that's what this is about. He doesn't see you as his equals.

We still have a *lot* to talk to Titus about, but let's back out of the conversation so I can save our progress.

Scan the room.

"I want to talk about the hanging again."

"You still haven't explained the bullet I found in the hanged man's head."

"I found eight sets of footprints, but there's only seven of you. Where's the eighth Hardie boy?"

"Guess what? I've connected you to the local drug trade."

"I talked to Joyce. The merc you hanged -- his friends are coming for you."

[Authority - Godly 16] Establish authority.

"I'm going to take off now." [Leave.]

THOUGHT COMPLETE: APRICOT CHEWING GUM SCENTED ONE

BONUSES: +2 Perception: Betrayal lingers, everywhere

August 2nd. Early late summer. You’re getting off the streetcar in Le Jardin, east of the river. Her father and mother are middle class. The nylon of her little jacket rustles next to you, in the dark, like autumn leaves. Her heels click on the pavement. You're walking up to the gate in front of her parents' house. She takes out her chewing gum and you kiss her. A feeling like electricity flows through your whole body. Immediately you know that you've entered a completely different world...

Where were we?

TITUS HARDIE - "Looks like the circus left town, but the clowns are still here." Titus does not look particularly happy to see you.

3. "You still haven't explained the bullet I found in the hanged man's head."

TITUS HARDIE - "You still on about that bullet?" He pats the back of his head. "A bullet in a hanged man's head. You're right, copper -- that *is* mighty curious."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Indeed. *Mighty*. How did it get there?" The lieutenant is fixed on Titus.

TITUS HARDIE - He gives you an indulgent look. "Well there are so many bullets in the world and so many heads..."

He sighs deeply. "I guess it's only logical -- at some point one of them bullets had to end up in one of them heads..."

ALAIN - "It's bound to happen again, you know." He taps on his right temple. "Just statistically speaking, of course."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - Sire, it would be an event most dramatic if you were to produce the bullet and dangle it before their very eyes!

"I'm gonna ask you again, why was this..." (Show them the bullet) "... in the victim's head?"

"I think the hanging was a cover-up for the shooting."

"Did you guys shoot him?"

"Don't worry, we will figure this out sooner or later." (Conclude.)

SHANKY - "Wow." The little man leans in to inspect the leaden blossom. "He's got it in a real evidence bag and all..."

ELIZABETH - "Why don't you go home and log it into evidence. These men have told you what happened."

2. "I think the hanging was a cover-up for the shooting."

TITUS HARDIE - "You know what I think?" He raises his finger. "I think he was shot in the head as a kid. And his brain grew around the bullet."

ALAIN - "Around the bullet, man..." Alain pinches the root of his nose. "That's a good one."

DRAMA [Medium: Success] - All the goofing around is to avoid lying. It's a technique.

EMPATHY [Easy: Success] - They're only pretending to enjoy this. Beneath the act -- they don't like you knowing this.

3. "Did you guys shoot him?"

GLEN - "Shit!" He throws his head back. "*I* probably did shoot him. I was drunk last night. You guys know me when I'm drunk..."

SHANKY - "Yeah, Glen likes to shoot his guns when he's drunk." The little guy looks you in the eye. "Better hope he stays sober."

KIM KITSURAGI - "No, he meant *before* he was hanged. Did you shoot him *before* you hanged him?"

ELIZABETH - "Before? After? *During?*" She spreads her arms. "This is getting ridiculous. They told you what happened. Stop wasting your time."

4. "Don't worry, we will figure this out sooner or later." (Conclude.)

TITUS HARDIE - "Never been worried in my life, lawman." He crosses his hairy arms, having forgotten his beer for a moment.

LOGIC [Easy: Success] - It's not like you blew it *wide* open, but there's a little crack in there, somewhere...

3. "I found eight sets of footprints, but there's only seven of you. Where is the eighth Hardie boy?"

TITUS HARDIE - "What are you talkin' about, madman? There's no eighth Hardie boy. There's seven of us and we're all here." He sizes you up.

"Or what -- *you* want to be the eighth Hardie boy? We ain't hiring!" He shakes his head.

GLEN - "Actually, boss, we've been talking and we think she could maybe..."

+5 XP

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - This person Glen wants to hire -- he really respects her.

TITUS HARDIE - "Shut the *fuck* up, Glen!" he roars. "I do the talking here! Now what the fuck do you want, cop?"

KIM KITSURAGI - "So let me get this straight... there *is* an eighth Hardie boy, it's a *she* and you don't like us talking about her?"

TITUS HARDIE - "That's right, we're not talking about this. This is a private Hardie boys matter, nothing to do with your shit. *And*..." He points at the lieutenant.

"You're not cops here. Don't go digging around, if you don't want a bullet in the back of your head. I'm watching you."

KIM KITSURAGI - "Good -- we're all watching each other." The lieutenant adjusts his spectacles. "Officer, your question?"

ESPRIT DE CORPS [Easy: Success] - There's no point in pushing it further, he thinks. This is already a victory. We'll learn more about this eighth Hardie sooner or later.

3. "Guess what? I've connected you to the local drug trade."

TITUS HARDIE - "Like hell you have." He leans back, unruffled. "There is no 'local drug trade'. This place is as clean as a rifle. Go back to Jamrock and ask the local junkies how clean *your* streets are in Precinct '41-Kilos'."

KIM KITSURAGI - "We'll do that. In the meantime," he points south, "did you know that there's an abandoned lorry at the intersection that was used to move raw ingredients for drugs from Terminal B to Jamrock?"

"The person driving it was present at the hanging. It was one of you. We've connected the footprints." He taps on his notebook, then turns to you. "Detective, do you want to deliver the coup de grace?"

SUGGESTION [Easy: Success] - No, the thunder is his. Leave it to the lieutenant.

"You're right, there is no local drug trade -- except you."

"No, you do the honour, you've earned it. (Nod at the lieutenant.)

"Forget it. I knew they'd never own up to it." (Back off.)

KIM KITSURAGI - "Thank you." He turns to face the man. "You're right, Titus. There is no local drug trade, because it's all controlled by *you*. *You're* the drug trade."

TITUS HARDIE - "That's a mighty interesting theory." He rubs his jaw, smiling. "I guess that's what you would need to do, theoretically. A big, strong, state run monopoly *would* out-compete the runts on the street."

EUGENE - "Yeah, man. *Theoretically* that's what you would do -- to get rid of the gangs, the dealers, even some of the junkies."

TITUS HARDIE - "You would need good, trustworthy people to take their place, of course. *Hardy* men to run such a monopoly." He grins. "For the good of the community, of course."

[whisperlullaby]

Just Say It And I’m Yours- Ch. 3

Summary: You and Steve are growing closer even inviting Bucky to your weekly pizza night, but when something happens at work you need their help before something bad happens.

Warnings: Mentions of Domestic violence, violence, cursing

A/N: Special thanks to @river-soul​ for betaing this for me. As with all of my work, if you are under 18 DNI please. If I missed any warnings please let me know!

It’s been one month since you started the job with the prosecutor's office, and although your caseload kept you busy Steve always made sure Friday nights were pizza nights. He told you he took your advice and put in for a leave of absence from The Avengers to get his head on straight. You swelled with pride knowing that a break would only help him come back a better person. On this particular Friday night, you were working late finishing up some paperwork on a domestic violence case that was going to court on Monday. You had set the victim up in a safehouse and gave her a burner cell to contact you if anything happened. It wasn’t a typical protocol for victim advocates to be that involved, but you couldn’t help feeling like something wasn’t right. As you were getting ready to leave there was a knock at your door.

“Come in,” you said while you packed up your desk.

Connor Pierce meandered into your office.

“Hey, there darling I was hoping to catch you.” 

“Connor, I told you not to call me that,” you huffed. “What can I do for you?”

“Just thought I would let you know that my client made bail,” Connor said carefully.

You stopped breathing. Connor was representing the person who left your client for dead on the sidewalk outside their apartment after she ran late with his dinner. 

“He was supposed to be in jail until the hearing. How did he make bail?” You seethed.

Connor sat in the chair in front of your desk and sighed. “I really have no idea. Off the record, I was kind of hoping he would rot in there for a few days, but I guess he has more pull than he led me to believe.”

You looked at Connor with your mouth agape. “Aren’t you supposed to be providing your clients the best representation?”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like them,” Connor smirked at you.

“Well, thanks for the heads up. Now, if you don’t mind I have to make a phone call.” 

You pulled out your phone and started to call the safehouse. Connor stood up and placed a hand over your phone. 

“It’s late, and there isn’t anything you can do. Why don’t I take you out to dinner? My treat.”

You pulled away from Connor and smiled. “It’s 5 o’clock, so not too late. Besides, I have plans tonight, which you know seeing as you ask me out every Friday and every Friday I tell you the same thing.”

He laughed and nodded his head. “You’ll go out with me eventually. I’m very persistent.”

“I’m sure you are sweetie, now if you’ll excuse me I have a phone call to make and plans to keep.”

You gestured for Connor to leave your office. Once he was gone you sent a text to your client to let her know about her husband making bail. When you left your office without a response you decided to call the safehouse.

“Hi, I’m calling about Ava Hendrix codeword: Sparrow. Her husband was released on bail and I am trying to get a hold of her.”

“Hello yes, Mrs. Hendrix left a few hours before curfew and hasn’t returned. We have been trying to get a hold of her too.”

Your stomach jumped into your throat. “Thank you. I’ll contact the authorities.”

You hung up with the safehouse and reached out to the police. Unfortunately, since there was no order of protection and Ava was an adult they were ‘unable to provide any assistance unless there was immediate danger.’ You called bullshit.

You took the steps to Steve’s apartment two at a time. When you got to his door you knocked frantically until he opened it. 

“Jeeze, doll I know you love pizza but cool it with the knocking,” Steve teased before he saw your face and his smile dropped, “What’s going on?”

You pushed past Steve into his apartment. “I can’t find one of my clients and her dickbag husband made bail.” 

You looked up and saw Bucky hovering around the counter next to the pizza. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a small curse. You had forgotten that you invited Bucky to pizza night this week to help him relax after a particularly difficult mission. Shaking your head, you turned back to Steve.

“I need to find her Steve, he almost killed her.” You started shaking and Steve pulled you into a hug, rubbing soothing circles into your back.

“Okay, we’ll find her. Buck, can you call whoever isn’t on a mission for a personal favor?”

“Sure thing Stevie,” Bucky pulled out his phone and started making calls.

“I’m ruining pizza night. I forgot I invited Bucky this week. He was supposed to be relaxing after the mission, not be thrust into a new one.” You put your head in your hands as Steve chuckled.

“Don't worry about Bucky sweetheart, he's tough he'll manage.” Steve placed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, “Why don’t we take the pizza to go and drive around for a bit to see if we can spot her.”

“I would really like that Steve, thank you.”

You, Steve, and Bucky piled into Steve’s car. You had to admit you were shocked when you saw the clown car Steve drove. After effectively getting Bucky to agree to the backseat, you had to have a good view since you knew what Ava looked like, you gave Steve her old address thinking to start there. 

“Could you move your seat up?” Bucky asked as he shifted around uncomfortably.

You whipped your head around, narrowing your eyes at Bucky, “We are in the middle of searching for a woman who is in serious danger and you're worried about leg room?”

Bucky stared at you for a minute before sliding over into the middle of the backseat. You turned around and caught his smirk in the rearview mirror. Your phone chirped and you saw a text from Ava’s burner phone. You sucked in a deep breath before opening it.

“Hi, sorry to worry you. I’m fine. I’m home and Derek is going to take care of me. Thanks for your help, see you on Monday.”

Tears pricked your eyes. “Steve, drive faster. He has her.”

You heard the whirring of Bucky’s metal arm and saw the tick in Steve’s jaw as he slammed on the gas. When you got to the apartment you could hear Ava screaming and things crashing. You whipped open the car door and bolted to the apartment before Steve fully stopped the car. You jiggled the handle but it was locked. You checked under the welcome mat to see if they kept a spare key and let out a breath of relief when you saw the copper key. Quickly opening the door you saw Ava huddled on the floor bleeding over shattered glass and Derek wielding a bat.

“Hey, asshole drop the bat!” You rushed at him and Derek took a swing at you, narrowly missing your head as you ducked.

“You’re that bitch who tried to hide my wife from me. This doesn’t concern you.” He lifted the bat over his head and you braced your arms over your face before you heard the bat drop and Derek cry out in pain.

You looked up and saw him clutching his shoulder where a knife was sticking out. Turning around you saw Bucky pull another knife from his holster and Steve stalking toward Derek with fire in his eyes. You crawled over to Ava who was thankfully still awake and called 911. 

“You think it’s fun to hit women? Think it makes you a man?” Steve threw a punch and cracked Derek's nose, “How do you like getting his? Huh? Not so much fun when they’re not afraid of you?”

“Steve, stop, the police are coming and I don’t need him filing a report on you.”

Steve turned around and met your pleading eyes. He softened a bit before throwing Derek back on the ground. He came over to check you for any injuries before turning his attention to Ava. Bucky waited by the door as the sirens grew louder, twirling his knife as if to silently dare Derek to try something. Aside from a few cuts and bruises, Ava was fine. 

When the police got there they put Derek in handcuffs as his attorney arrived. You glared at Connor as you waited with Ava who was being checked out by the paramedics. After telling her you would be right back to ride with her to the hospital, you made your way over to Connor.

“Don’t think he’s making bail this time,” you spat.

“Well since he broke the conditions of his release he’s being remanded until the trial,” Connor sighed. “I told you he made bail not only because it’s my job but because I thought something bad might happen.”

You glared at Connor who gave you a soft look.“Well, I think I’d like you more if you didn’t represent such complete scum.”

“I think I’d like me more too,” Connor admitted before walking away.

You felt a hand on your shoulder as you turned around to see Steve. 

“Hey, doll, you okay?”

“I’m fine Steve. I’m really happy you and Bucky were here, who knows what would have happened if it wasn’t for you guys.” You gave him a shy smile.

“I’m glad for the opportunity for some target practice,” Bucky joked.

You laughed and gave him a hug that he tentatively returned. “You have perfect aim and you know it, Buck. I have to go get Ava to the hospital and finish my reports. Go enjoy your pizza, I’ll see you tomorrow for coffee Steve.”

You placed a kiss on Steve’s cheek and jogged back over to the ambulance. Before you were out of earshot you caught Bucky talking to Steve.

“I like her, Stevie. She reminds me of you.”

“Yeah, I like her too,” Steve said wistfully.

[intotherumiverse]

Chapter 1

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The day I was first killed was tedious.  

When you’re raised in the Summer Court, certain traditions are found there. When you are five you receive your first dagger. I almost hit my lessons teacher in the eye with that little stunt I pulled. When you are 10 they start with basic strength, endurance, and speed training. I beat up Katsuki Bakugou for making fun of me that year. When you’re really curious, they take you up for assassination training. I was a prodigy at it…

I got so good in fact that I climbed the ranks at the young tender age of 18. Summer Court likes tradition, yes, but I was something unprecedented, unorthodox. Something bigger.

Working for the Summer Court had its perks, yes. This was one of them. As I walked among the snakes of the Autumn Court, I felt a curl of unease flow through me. Yvonne, the one who usually handles our information, said that our biggest client’s rival was supposed to be at the ball. As if that makes my life any easier. Everyone wanted someone from the Autumn Court dead. But no one wanted to be seen doing it. Looking at the throng of people, laughing and talking amongst themselves, I smirk slightly.

‘Autumn Court sure has a lot of balls.’ I thought to myself snidely. ‘ I wonder what they could be celebrating this time’ Before I had time to dwell on the thought any longer, the familiar voice of one of my good friends (not to mention on my team) Amira trickles through.

“Why does everyone in this Autumn Court look bummy?” The rude question isn’t uncommon for Amira, though I wish she chose her moments.

“You’re not supposed to say shit like that out loud!”Mina, another teammate (and good friend) jokes.

Stifling up a laugh, and not wanting to attract attention, I whisper back “If both of you don’t shut the fuck up...”

“This is why I don’t work with them” Yvonne sighs into the mic. She was the best informant Summer Court has ever had, and I was always grateful she was on my team. “They never take shit seriously.”

“Neither do you, Von, shut up!”

“Swear to Nyx if y’all don’t shut up, we can leave right now.”

“Fine…” they all chorus in my ear and I hear silence for the first time.

My eyes scan the crowd of people carefully, assessing each one before seeing my target. But before I could move into place, a flash of green appeared at the corner of my eye.

“Oh fuck no…”

I hated many things. The horrid smell of rotting flesh, bugs, failing my parents. But above all else, I hated a specific person. And if he’s here tonight…

Well, it would make my life harder.

Sighing softly, I weave slowly through the crowd, not letting the clammy bodies touch me. Eventually, I make my way down to the main floor. Making sure that my ears were covered, I attempted to get closer to the target, feeling for the poison that was in the many pockets of the dress.

I feel someone touch my shoulder lightly and it takes everything in me to not grab the person’s arm and twist it. Instead, I turn around slowly, facing to meet lavender eyes.

Fuck. Hitoshi Shinsou, Autumn Court’s Master Interrogator. If he was here, then…

“A dance m’lady?” He doesn’t seem to recognize me as he stoops into a low bow, eyes scanning my face

“Oh, he's kinda cute!” Mira whispers into the com.

“I haven’t seen you around before. Are you new?” His voice breaks through the mumble of the communicator.

“Well, I’m certainly not old.” That incites a chuckle from him.

“A lady with secrets, my favorite kind.” I scan the floor seeing the target get farther and farther away. I needed to get out of this situation and out of here.

“The dance?” I quirk my lips up into a smile.

And with that, we dance. He wasn’t a terrible dancer, spinning me ‘round the floor with a grace that only the Upper Ranks could achieve. I let myself get caught up in the dance, losing myself in the flow of the music.

“(Y/n). The mission” Yvonne’s voice echoes in my ear as I’m snapped back to reality. Right, the mission.

I suddenly pretended Shinsou stepped on my foot. Bending over in faux agony and forcing tears to come to my eyes, Shinsou fumbles at my pain. I feel a small pang of guilt, looking at his distressed face.

“Oh gosh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it.” He leads me over to a small sitting area, not a far distance from my target. Watching Shinsou get lost in the crowd I make my move.

I walked over, inching closer and closer to my target. There was a glass of ale his hand was resting on, delicate fingers winding around the glass. Pulling a small pill from one of the many pockets of my dress, I place it carefully into the glass. Making my way back across the room, I watch as my target drinks the ale ‘till it’s empty to my original position.

‘Spring Court has its uses’, I thought smiling to myself.

“All right, This is an Upper-Rank Investigation!”

Oh, come the fuck on.  And right when I was leaving too.

A male voice rings out in the middle of the confused court members. I recognized that voice…

“(Y/n), get out of there!” Mina says into the communicator.   “Working on it.” Shit. Why were Upper-Rank boot lickers here? Shit, this was bad, I needed to get out of there.

I back away from the door slowly, trying not to bring attention to myself. A  hand came out and gripped the back of my arm.

“Where do you think you’re going, Summer Court scum” the hot and familiar voice of Shinsou rings in my ear. I grit my teeth, fearing to say anything due to their power.

He rips the comm from my ear, and upon hearing the cries from my friends, crushes it

“We have suspicion to believe that a Summer Court Assassin is here. Nobody moves, this will take a couple of minutes.”

And then I see him. The bane of my existence, everything in me sings in disgust and anger, as I try not to lunge at him. Izuku Midoriya. The heir to the Autumn throne. And my worst nightmare.

“No need,” Shinsou calls out, a smirk gracing his features. “I got ‘er right here”

His cold green eyes bore into me as he smiles. “There she is! My favorite assassin (Y/n)! It’s good to see you again honey.” His voice was like syrup, undoubtedly sticky and sweet. The heady sound of hypnosis.

“Seize her guards! We finally got the infamous (Y/n), top assassin of the Summer court.”  The guards move hesitantly like they were afraid. I hope so because they should be. Then everything happens all I once. I pull myself out of Shinsou’s grip, running towards the exit, which happens to be, in front of me.

“Lucky me,” I smile unsheathing the concealed daggers slipping them into my hands “Looks like the Prince brought me toys to play with.”

Oh, how I missed fighting. The rush of dodging and weaving never knowing if my next move is going to be my last. The feel of the blades in my hands as I cut down opponents, watching their terrified faces fall to the ground one by one. It fills me with so much strength knowing that I’m so much better than them.

And then my leg got nicked. The sharp sting of pain de-railing my train of thought.

“Fuck,” I yelled out loud as more soldiers descended upon me. They threw my daggers away from me first, restraining my wrists and upper arm for no movements. They forced me to my knees, and I look around at the now-empty ballroom. The heavy smell of iron and salt dancing in the air as the blood of the fallen soldiers surround me. I wasn't squeamish, but I didn't really want to ruin my dress.

Footsteps echo towards me, the clanking of boots reverbing in my head. A gloved hand grips my chin, forcing me to look up. Green eyes bore into mines. “Hi love,” Izuku smiles at my grimace at the nickname. “Quite a mess you’ve made of my soldiers. Now, look at the extra work you’ve given me. They were good people. Honest. And now-”

“None of us are honest,” I spit the words at him “You know that better than me.”

“Maybe I do and maybe I don’t. Now here’s the deal, pet. I will have to take you in now. You have made quite a name for yourself and have to turn you in. Nothing personal”

“With you? Everything’s personal.”

Letting go of my chin, Izuku stands once more.

“You might be right (Y/n). You’ll have a lot of time to reflect in your jail cell. Now sleep.” That was the last thing I heard before my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.

Mira’s Pov

I rip the communicator from my ear in anger, slamming the tiny black device onto the table.

“Taking your anger out on our stuff isn’t going to make (Y/n) come back.”

I look over to the blank face of Von, rolling my eyes. (Y/n) got caught and by our intel (and the fact the Hitoshi Shinsou was there) were knew that the Autumn Court had taken her. And now the issue was how we were going to get her back.

“I mean,” Mina’s voice pops up, the small twinge of hope laced throughout her words. “Why can’t we just go in and take her back?”

“Because Summer isn’t really on good terms with Autumn”

“Are we really on good terms with anyone?” Summer Court’s standing had always been rocky with the others. We were always called the lowest, doing everyone’s dirty job, but in fact, we knew more about the other Courts than everyone else. People fear what they don’t understand and hate what they fear.

But these last few years, Autumn’s seemed to have a personal grudge with us. No one knew the exact details but it was something involving (Y/n) and the prince of Autumn.

“They’d kill us on the spot if they knew who we were” Von’s voice cuts in through my thoughts.

“But don’t they realize they kidnapped the princess? This is asking for war!” Mina was right. If (Y/n) got hurt it wouldn’t just be her parents that got mad.

“Who’s going to tell Bakugou?” I ask softly. The van is quiet as we all debated internally.

“Well, I’m not doing it. I actually like living and being here. You can fight it over if you two have a death wish.”

I shake my head at Von, signaling that I won’t do it either. Bakugou’s temper was infamous and when it comes to people he loves, there was no telling what he would do.

“Fuck y’all. Now I have to go deal with the dumbass wrecking ball. If I get hurt, y’all gonna pay Spring Court to heal me.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just make sure you dodge fast enough, or you’ll actually get hurt.” Mina gives me a small smile in sympathy.

Sighing I head to the front of the car. We had to make it back before Autumn found us too. I’d never hear the end of it from the king if we also got caught.

And with that, we drive off, chaos awaiting us in the Summer Court.

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Cottage Hills : Redemption, Part IX

Won the Good Wizard?

Apart from his work at the Apothecary, and helping with Elli's training, Won has decided to try and help out the villagers where he can. With magic, of course. Cue the montage music of your choice as he flies over to various businesses around town to see what needs being done.

He first swings by the bakery in the morning. Brandon is out back, loading some sacks of flour onto a truck. Its back-breaking work but easy enough for Won. A flick of a wand and the sacks become light as a feather, floating gently up onto the truck.

Next he pops on over to the Green's Store, and he finds Sasha inside. He asks if she needs help with anything and she says she has some bags of fertiliser and some newly arrived crates that need moving, and Won happily obliges. Easy!

Lastly, before he heads to open up the Apothecary, Won visits Wally, at the Meadows Farm. He asks what needs doing. Of course there's lots of work to be done on a farm, but Wally tells him he spends a lot of his time watering the plants. Won tells him he's got this, and with a flick of his wand, thunder rumbles overhead and it starts to rain. He then tells Wally to come find him if he ever needs it to rain on his farm again. Seems like helping others comes naturally for Won, and winning over the villagers might be easier than he thought!

Finally, he heads back to the Apothecary to open up, and gets ready to greet his first customers. Louis Honeybuzz, the beekeeper comes in to buy some herbs to treat the parasites in his beehives. Unfortunately, Won is fresh out, so he tells Louis that he'll bring them over to him tomorrow.

Of course, not everyone is buying this new goody-too-shoes Won. Gray watches him go about his business at the Apothecary with a face that could curdle milk. Seeing Won just fills him with fury. He can't get past what he did to Zack. He's not alone, too. Duke, the winery owner can't stand the sight of Won, and has been peddling some vicious conspiracy theories about Won's alleged secret plot.

Gray:

"Moshu! You may have everyone believing your little transformation, but Duke and I see right through your pretences!"

Won:

"Huh?...Duke? Wha-what?! "

Won turns to see Duke standing there glowering at him.

Gray:

"Let's take this outside, come on Duke!"

They pull Won out and bring him to the back of the Apothecary.

Gray:

"Let me be clear, you don't belong here, Moshu. You think that we can just forgive you for what you've done cos Ellen or the Mayor say so? It's not that easy. I'll never forgive you for what you did to Zack! Watching you pretend to be good makes me sick. You should rot in jail for all you've done!"

Duke:

"Yea, you're nothing but a low-life murderer! I know all about your evil plans, you limey wizard scum. You think I don't know you've somehow enchanted Ellen into letting you do this?? This Apothecary belongs to her, I'm not going to let you just come in and steal it and poison us all! Why don't you just beat it out of town before I throw you out like the trash you are!"

Won:

"Alright, if you want to hit me, then do it! I deserve it!!"

Harris :

"Hello, hello! What's going on here then, gentlemen? Alright, come on, back inside, the lot of you."

Harris gets them all to go back into the shop and gives Gray and Duke a good dressing down.

Harris:

"Now I heard what you two said outside and I understand you may be upset but this is not the way to do things! This arrangement is what has been decided. If you don't like it, take it up with the mayor in his office properly, I won't tolerate any of this hooliganism!"

Duke:

"Oh come on, Harris. Just a few weeks ago you were telling us all to be on the look out for him. You would have done anything to put him behind bars then. Don't tell me you agree with all this nonsense. Its ridiculous! He's a criminal, Harris! No two ways about it!"

Harris :

"That was then, Duke. We have ways of doing things around here, and it's my job to enforce order! I can't make you like Won, but I can't just let you go beat up everyone you don't like, now can I? There'll be chaos! Look, let's not make things difficult for everyone, alright? Why don't you two head on over to the inn and get a drink and simmer down. I'll see you there in a bit. Go on, now!"

Harris shoos the two of them out and they grumble resentfully as they walk out, with Gray casting one last withering look at Won.

Won:

"Sigh... I'm sorry for the trouble Officer Harris. I guess I knew it wouldn't be easy but...maybe this is what I deserve. Gray's right, maybe I should just rot in jail.."

Harris :

".... What Duke said was true. I would have done anything to put you away forever just a few weeks back, but like I said, it's my job to enforce order, like it or not."

He turns to leave, and Won looks down sadly as he leaves, but then, Harris turns back and gives Won a good, firm handshake.

Harris :

"...Sigh, alright, don't think about it too much, Won. You've got a lot work to do ahead of you, but you know what, I believe in you. Don't let us down now! Chin up!"

[valkyrieofsmut]

How would the boys react if they were out with mc and a guy was hitting on mc but before they can get to her the guy puts there hands on her and mc just snaps and does some sort of move to put them dude on the ground.

Thank you for the ask! Had to think about it a bit, but I think it would go a little like this-   

(Pre reaction set up) He’d be getting super irritated, a growl in his ribcage, disapproval in his eyelights, and intent to stop the man harassing his girl- his tiny human, his (Y/n), getting up and starting over there, preparing to move his ass away, by force, if necessary! The man grabbed her ass (that was fucking it!!!) and then, just- the guy is on his back. It was too fast- did she punch him in the sternum? Did she... just flip him over her shoulder...? Did she... yeah, she had one of the guy’s arms up on his back from underneath, and the other brought over from his shoulder... he wasn’t getting back up, though he was struggling quite a bit...

Classic- He stops, just standing there, shocked... She... she just... Oh... ok... He sits back down, watching as the bouncer takes the guy from her and leads him outside. She walked back over to him and sat down with their drinks. “wow, babe, really brought him down to size.” She rolled her eyes, but didn’t lean away as he got close to nuzzle a kiss at her. “ya wanna practice somethin’ like that when we get home? y’know, holdin’ me down while i buck up?” He winked.

Creampuff- His skull contorts in surprise as he continues over to her. “(Y/N) ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! I SAW THAT UNCOUTH HUMAN TRYING TO GET YOUR ATTENTION, AND I- BUT I DIDN’T EVEN GET A CHANCE TO GET OVER HERE! YOU’RE AMAZING! WOWIE!” He picks the human up, knowing that he’ll never be able to get away from him, and they walk him over to the bouncer, who’s already on his way, handing him off. After that, he buys a round for their table and boasts about his amazing friend!

Red- He’s about to step in- he’s gonna have a g r e a t t i m e - Wait. What? Did she just...? Oh- oh, sweetheart... He’s- he’s kinda turned on... He continues over to them, now oozing confident nonchalance with a hint of threat, stopping next to them, his hands shoved in his pockets. “lookin’ good, there, sweetheart...” He glares down at the man, leaning down to growl at him, “don’t ever fuckin’ touch my girl again, or she’ll whoop yer ass. an’ ‘en i’ll whoop yer ass.” He stands and kicks the guy... and again... and (Y/n) has to pull him back before he can again, luckily the bouncer had arrived to get the guy and escort him out. Red wrapped his arms around (Y/n) and pulled her close, murmuring into her ear, “how ‘bout we go back ta th’ lodge, an’ ya help me wit a- big- problem i got...” The way he’s pressing his pelvis against her, she knows what it is.

Edge- No one messes with his human! He’s on his way over there when she throws him. He stops in his tracks, watching the situation. She holds the human male until the bouncer comes to collect him, and Edge watches on, waiting in the wings to be back up, but she doesn’t need him. She makes her way back to him, where he’s sat back down at the table, not wanting her to know that he’d even gotten up. “INTERESTING TRIP TO THE BATHROOM, MY FLAME?” His pride is bursting out of him at how capable of handling herself she is.

Blue- He’s already marching his way over there, glaring at the male. His steps falter when she throws him down, but he continues on his way. He stops next to them with his hands on his hips, glaring down at the guy. “WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU THAT YOU THINK IT’S OK TO JUST GRAB PEOPLE WITHOUT THEIR PERMISSION? ESPECIALLY WHEN SHE WAS TELLING YOU TO GET LOST!” He pulls out his handcuffs and cuffs him, calling for a police car to come pick him up as the bouncer arrives. He insists that he stays with him until the car arrives, and that (Y/n) stays near him, to not ruin their date. While waiting, he leans close to her, murmuring, “Too Bad They’ll Take The Cuffs With Them; Now We Won’t Be Able To Use Them Tonight... Good Thing I Have Another Pair At Home... Mweh Heh Heh...” When the cops get there and Blue hands the guy over, he’s glad to get the hell away from them so he doesn’t have to hear any more dirty talking.

Stretch- He- he was thinking he should step in, show that idiot not to touch his girl, but then- she threw him on the ground. He sat back down, shock hidden from those around. He’d never have suspected she could do that... but... less work for him he supposed... made it easier knowing that he wasn’t going to have to keep an eye on her at all times- though he probably would, anyway... When she gets back, he thanks her for getting the drinks, but doesn’t say anything about what happened.

Black- His glare is enough to kill, and when he arrives next to the two, He gives the man an ear full. “YOU THINK YOUR SCUM HANDS ARE WORTHY TO TOUCH MY LADY?! YOU SHOULD KEEP IN YOUR OWN LANE, FLITH! YOU’RE LUCKY THAT I DIDN’T GET TO YOU BEFORE SHE DID! I WOULD HAVE DESTROYED YOU! THERE WOULDN’T BE ANYTHING OF YOU LEFT TO TAKE TO JAIL! Wonderful Job, My Pet, Your Skills Are Impressive... You Truly Are A Great Asset To My Life,” he cooed to her as he stroked her cheek, close enough for it to be intimate. “I’ll Reward You As Such When We Arrive Back Home- Make Sure You Are Sure Of The Security Of Your Position...” Oh that smirk- she knew it could only mean one thing...

Mutt- He’s already next to them and has to step out of the way as she throws the guy. He places his heavy boot on the imbecile’s throat, glaring down at him. He doesn’t say anything, but the threats in his expression are enough to speak volumes. The bouncer got there to take him, and Mutt let him go, pressing a little harder on his throat before stepping back. As the man went past, he growled so only he heard, “try anything like that again and you’ll wish for just a boot ta the throat.” After he’s gone, Mutt wraps himself around (Y/n), cuddling and nuzzling at her. “mmm, darlin’, ya tryin’ ta make me jealous? if ya wanted ta be on top ya coulda just told me; i’ll let ya ride the bone train. nyeh heh heh...”

Axe- His whole world focused in on that. He didn’t see the crowd of people, he didn’t see the bouncer on his way, he didn’t even register that (Y/n) had already taken him down. He was walking straight to them, and anyone who didn’t get out of his way was moved. He wrapped his hand around the man’s throat, picking his head up to be eye to tooth with his terrifying, twitching smile. “looks like the livestock is getting uppity... might be time for castration...” (Y/n) has to let the guy go to stop Axe from killing him, but Axe still has his throat in his hand. “you’re lucky she’s here ta stop me... should think about that in the future; ‘who’s here that will murder me and leave me rotting in the parking lot, entrails strung out for the birds?’” A burst of manic laughter left him as the bouncer got there to escort the guy out, (Y/n) assuring him that Axe was ok and not bothering her. He’d wrapped his arms tightly around her, hands clenched in her clothes. “don’t wanna be here. wanna go home... renew my scent marks...” (Y/n) agreed, and he felt a bit better. The guy made a mistake, but you can bet he’s never going to do it again.

Crooks/ Bun- (when he gets his glasses and sees what the hell happened) He’s nervous, he doesn’t like confrontations, but he needs to help (Y/n)! He hurries to her, but she’s already gotten the guy on the ground. He’s relieved. He sees the bouncer coming and waits off to the side until he gets there and takes the guy so that (Y/n) can come back to him. They sit back down and try to enjoy their time together, laughing it off and focusing on other things, though he’s very complimentary of her skill and knowledge of what to do and how to take care of herself in that situation.

Dusty- No- oh hell no! He’s shortcutted the moment the guy’s hand touches her ass, and has to dodge when she throws him. She puts him in a hold faster than Dusty can react, but he still lays his skull down next to the guy, his manic grin twitching as he stares at him. “look at him, pap... he’d be good exp... heh heh... no, pap, i shouldn’t, she’s right there... she doesn’t like it when i kill people... yeah, the exp looks good... heh heh- heheheheheheheh! yeah. could follow ‘im home and get it later...” The guy is going to be scared straight, just from listening to him- even though he’s not talking to him! He’s also going to be looking over his shoulder... for the rest of his life... The one question that remains is, was Dusty really talking to Paps? Or just playing it up as psychological warfare...? Good question...

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[reminiscingdreamer]

Criticism on the end of Case 4

I love Great Pretender. The art is spectacular, beautiful, and unique; the characters are interesting with well-defined personalities and pasts; it’s funny; it has a lot of heart while not shying away from the darker stuff; and seeing the villains get their just desserts in the end satisfies that timeless desire to see rich assholes eat dirt for the sins they always get away with.

Then Case 4 waltzes along and… there are a lot of mixed feelings in me for this one.

On one hand, it has many of the attributes of the previous arcs but on the other, there’s a sense of non-satisfaction at the end for several reasons.

The first one is that every character an arc focuses on finds peace with themselves at the end, but the emotional payoff for Edamura simply isn’t there.

Edamura’s hang-up is twofold: one is his relationship with Laurent and the other, bigger one (and the main focus for Edamura) is his relationship with his father.

In the relationship between Laurent and Edamura, no matter how Edamura expresses his desire to live an honest life, Laurent keeps ignoring his wishes. No matter what Edamura decides to do or where he goes, Laurent will set up a scheme to rope him back in. He can never know if Laurent has really let him go and the life he leads is truly peaceful or if it’s another one of Laurent’s plans to loop him back. I’m personally surprised Edamura didn’t develop paranoia from this kind of behavior.

In the relationship between Ozaki and Edamura, we have this charged atmosphere between them that the show does beautifully to illustrate. It shows Ozaki’s side and what really happened, and then we see Edamura’s anger, his reluctance to forgive, and his attempts to do so.

Case 4 is supposed to be a culmination of all the frustration Edamura feels towards Laurent and his hatred towards his father. And it does culminate towards the end when he pours his heart out about how he feels being constantly left in the dark and jerked around by Laurent for his selfish grudge con and Ozaki for fucking up and leaving behind his family without thought to the emotional toll it took on them or how it could ruin them. For fuck’s sake, his reputation followed Edamura and prevented him from getting a job. That moment Edamura held that blade to his father with all that emotion on his face, I truly felt that.

And then Laurent goes, “glad you aired that out!” and that was the end of that. No proper conversation or scenes between father and son afterwards showing how they may have begun to patch their relationship, neither Ozaki or Laurent acknowledges how their actions hurt Edamura, and Edamura just lets everything go. I think the show was trying to depict how Edamura took Abby’s reminder to heart and just forgave but… for all the show does a good job illustrating the tension, it doesn’t do a good job illustrating the forgiveness part. Nothing is addressed.

Even as I write this, there’s a very uncomfortable knot in my heart. It doesn’t feel like there’s a resolution. Edamura sets off to try coffee from around the country seemingly in preparation for a coffee shop and Ozaki is there doing whatever and their relationship is just left up in the air. Did they patch up? How? What did they do together since? Did they do anything at all? The thread dangles. But maybe it’s just that I hold grudges. I don’t know.

I feel like Edamura’s resolution got a bit tangled up in the threads the show began to weave about his relationship with Suzaku.

The show keeps hinting that Edamura will betray the group to help her instead and despite being an unforgivably despicable person for running a human trafficking ring, the moments of humanity she shows towards him really sells that they’ve gotten close. Edamura even gives her a little cat figurine which is monumental considering what it represents to him. But the show never delivers on anything at all with their relationship in emotional terms. We know Edamura got close to her for the con but I keep expecting the show to connect that relationship with Miki and reveal another aspect of Edamura’s feelings about her or the circumstances surrounding her which would then somehow connect to Edamura’s present relationship with Ozaki.

Instead, none of it connects with Edamura coming to terms with his feelings about Ozaki, and I think that’s why it feels so messy towards the end. Edamura releases everything in one burst towards the end, leaving almost no room for the show to do anything about it.

What would’ve sold Edamura being at least okay with his dad are little snippets of them working towards an emotional compromise throughout the episodes but since they can’t do that or else it’d ruin the “clever reveal”, they simply set it aside and said, “well, everything is forgiven somehow” and move on.

Edamura’s resentment towards his father is so baked into the scheme of the plan that the show is forced to forego the emotional character arc in favor of their reveal. That... isn’t too good. It isn’t bad writing, necessarily. Maybe bad outlining.

Compounding the ending’s messiness is the second issue I have with the arc’s ending: the reveal that Cassano, Sam, and Coleman aren’t in fact rotting in jail like they deserve but are just… chilling together???

When I first saw this scene, I thought “oh, some character must be hallucinating or it’s a dream!” but no. The show was entirely serious about having them suddenly be buddy-buddy with the main cast who ruined their lives and tricked them out of all their money.

Team Confidence and Dorothy’s team before them is all about bringing down rich, influential scum but now we have these three assholes who has undoubtedly hurt many people with their bullshit just hanging out together. It takes away their entire shtick of being something like modern day Robin Hoods who serve a kind of justice to people who are normally untouchable.

You can’t tell me that those three were part of Laurent’s ridiculous fucking network all along either because Coleman had history with Cynthia so unless you’re suggesting Coleman was under Laurent’s thumb aaaaall the way back then, as far as I’m concerned, everybody is suddenly somehow okay with each other.

Snow of London is undoubtedly my favorite arc, so seeing Coleman casually there on the same boat as Cynthia set me off. I felt betrayed. That emotional moment at the auction when Cynthia remembered Thomas and how Coleman took that away from her… was all some kind of what? Hoax? Lie? It didn’t matter after all? What the fuck is this supposed to mean? Did any of their cons mean anything? What the fuck was the point then?

Finally, we have the pièce de résistance, the dreaded snippet at the end everyone despaired over, the one… the only… dead character was alive all along! And with amnesia! Everyone’s favorite twist!

When I read how people hated the post-credit scene, I grew extremely nervous. With great anxiety, I watched it and just went, “oh. This old hat.” Honestly, with all the other unbelievable bullshit that the previous episodes pulled (really? Building an entire skyscraper and replicating the rooms? That’s really going off the deep end of suspension of disbelief even for this show), the only thing I felt was exhaustion and the thought, “yeah, this might as well happen too.”

I’m not as upset about it as other people seem to be although yes, it’s cheap and always will be, and yes, it’s unnecessary. But hell, the way the whole show was going and resolved was also cheap so it’s just another thing to add to the pile to the point it’s almost unmemorable to me. I can even pretend it didn’t happen.

[flowesona]

Ambition  - Yandere! Jungkook x reader

1920s AU (Based on the Peaky Blinders)

“What do you mean? You know damn well who I am!” (Y/N) snapped, standing up from the chair and letting it fall backwards.

“We’re fully aware, and that’s why we won’t hire you Mrs Jeon. If anything happened to you whilst you were here he’d have our heads.” The older man sighed, not bold enough to criticise her for the disrespect of his property.

“You don’t understand. I need this.” (Y/N) immediately switched back into her melancholic mode to evoke sympathy. “ I can’t just stay in the house all day-”

The slam of the bar’s door stopped her begging and a cold chill ran down her spine as she locked eyes with the police officer.

“Well, well, well. Mrs Jeon.” His icy tone did nothing to relieve her panic, and she wished for nothing less than the ground to swallow her up.

“Can I help you with anything officer?” She asked, trying to play the innocent part.

“We’d like to have a talk with you down at the station.” The officer said rhetorically. 

“I’m sorry but I’m busy-” She tried to walk past him only to be stopped by his hand tightly gripping her arm.

“Get your hands off me.” (Y/N) snarled with a newfound courage, but this was horribly misplaced, as it warranted the officer to begin to drag her away. She made eye contact with the barkeep as she left, sending him a silent message.

                                          »»---------------------►

(Y/N) glowered at the officer towering over him. She’d been taught by her husband that the tougher she looked, the more they respected her as a member of a gang even if she was significantly weaker. She had to make them fear her, but judging by the way the officer was nonchalantly drinking a cup of tea she was failing to do so.

“All you have to do is tell us the location of this illegal brewery and we’ll let you go home.” He sighed, taking his hat off and running a hand through his short hair.

“I don’t know anything about it. Jungkook keeps me away from all his business.” (Y/N) insisted, crossing her arms.

“Don’t try and be cute Mrs Jeon, we both know you’re lying.” The officer frowned, not breaking eye contact with her for a second.

“And we both know you’re dead the second my husband arrives.” She snapped. The older man tried to avoid backing down but the knowledge that his life could be gone in seconds frightened him to no end.

“You’re not above the law. I swear, the second we get a new commissioner that you scum can’t bribe, you’ll all be in jail.” He seethed, nails digging into his palm out of frustration.

Their deadlock was broken when the hurried footsteps told all of who had arrived. Jungkook himself, a gun tucked into his jacket pocket and a fury seeping through his body like no other.

He almost growled when he saw the offending officer, but softened slightly seeing his wife.

“Are you okay, my love?” He was at her side in the blink of an eyes, embracing her passionately. When she nodded he relaxed slightly, but his wrath had not ceased in any way.

He turned to the officer, who had paled and stood up, on the verge of making a run for it.

“You won’t get far.” Jungkook warned with a sadistic smile. “Unless you want your whole family to pay for your disrespect I suggest you sit down right now.”

He smirked seeing the officer seat himself in an instant.

“Do you want to see this, my love? Or do you want to wait outside whilst I take care of him?” She shook her head, not happy at the prospect of leaving him after seeing the dangers of such. “Make yourself comfortable. We’ll be here a while.”

                                          »»---------------------►

“You could have had a successful career. You could have been promoted even, made enough money to live a little. But you decided to mess with me and my wife.” Jungkook delivered another punch to his victim’s already weeping body, letting the blood from his broken nose drip onto his hand. “You disrespect me, and my boys teach you a little lesson. But if you disrespect my love (Y/N), I can’t ever let that go.”

The officer begged for forgiveness yet again, but was met with a final hit to his battered rib cage.

Jungkook withdrew the pistol from the officer's jacket pocket, pressing the muzzle against the roof of his victim’s mouth.

“Rot in hell.”

(Y/N) had never gotten used to the sight of dead bodies. Indeed, at the sight of the police officer's head blown open by a bullet she felt sick, clutching onto Jungkook’s arm desperately and turning her head away.

He looked down at her before dropping the gun next to the corpse, gently rubbing her arm before leading her away. Outside of the interrogation room, a superior officer was waiting outside, sweat plastering what remained of his hair to his head.

“He killed himself.” Jungkook said simply, his intimidating stance enough to force the officer to give a submissive nod. The gang leader smirked, adjusting his grip on his wife a bit tighter upon seeing the superintendent's gaze fall upon her.

“I’d suggest you take better care of your officers. They’re in awful condition if they’re going after my (Y/N), and I’d hate to see something like this happen again.” The glint in his eyes told of his threat.

                                          »»---------------------►

“It wasn’t very smart of you to leave was it?” He sighed, opening their front door and making his way to their bedroom before collapsing on the bed. (Y/N) hummed in agreement, starting to remove her clothes demurely.

He sat up and pulled on her arm, letting her half naked body land in his lap before speaking.

“You won’t be leaving anytime soon? It’s tiring having to hurt so many people just because they can’t see that you’re mine.”

[facepalming-since-chernobyl]

Can we talk about how Lena was never trully good and piss off my stalkers?

Let’s start with her early life, shit taken from her fabulous Arrowverse Wikia page, written by a hormonal, brainwashed kid with Lena’s panties in a skull:

Aside of the dumb as fuck plot to kill her “Irish” Mother So CW Can Stop Wasting Money On Lena’s Actress Accent Coach, this was said by Lena, Age 20 Something. Where is the problem? Lena,  Age 20 Something is old enough, and so called genius, to understand that her 4 year old ass couldn’t do a shit in that situation (well, she could drown along wiith her mother *stares longingly at the wasted potential*). So, Lena The Age 20 Something tells this traumatasing for everyone’s ears story to make herself look sympathetic. Or she is super fucking dumb, but the writers try to tell us she is a so called genius. Ouch.

Planning a shit for months that in the end RUINS someone’s life and “regrets” it (*Len a sniffs, wipping her tears with a silky handkerchief that is worth 1500$*) is well, a perfect example of a future sociopath. Also, notice how she still remembers how Lilian was proud of her. Aka destroying someone’s life maybe was a bad thing to do, but her adoptive mother was PROUD of her. This is an example of what is the most important thing for Lena - her EGO and constant praise of her HORRIBLE adoptive mother.

You won’t find it on wikia page (wonder why *sarcasm*) that Lena threw a microscope at Jack - her boyfriend, what is hey!, a violent, abusive, toxic behavior!

Aka Lena The Snowflake Queen has NEVER stood behind a man... only behind Lex’s back... as long as he was in the picture...and she became the CEO of LuthorCorp only after... he was out of the picture... because....that’s the easiest shit to do. And she ceased contact with Lilian... because she GOT WHAT SHE WANTED. Earlier she didn’t mind Lilian and Lex’ shady shit and did nothing to stop that, huh? Wonder why. This is called not standing behind men’s back. Brothers are not men, I guess?

Insted of kicking the young mother to her home, to spend time with her daughter, Lena The Slave Driver (too soon? :) and The White Face Of Aggressive Capitalism gives her a blessing. And this article suggests that everything what Sam achived was all to Lena, not her own abilities. Feminism, yay!

Because who cares about people’s privacy when they are not humans but some alien scum, right? You can’t ask for people’s believes or sexuality but can easily check your neighbour origin! Yay! Who cares that alienphobes would buy it for horrible reasons? Because moneeeey, moneeeeey, moneeeeey! 

Btw, remember how Lena was pissed off at Rhea, because she was ALIEN? It was not because the lie, it was because dear Rhea was alien, so hello ALIENPHOBIC Lena :D Also, Lena ignored Rhea lied to her and just followed The Daxamite Queen like a lost puppy only because Rhea praised her ass. Lena was easily manipulated, because oh her mommy and ego issues xD Cheer for the genius!

Btw, remember how big damage the Phorians did to National City BECAUSE of Lena’s exeperiments with the portal? And again, she didn’t face any consequecens. 

Remember how  because of this portal she can stop starvation blah blah blah? Well, nah, it’s all about her ego. And after Daxamite invasion, what she has done about that starvation? NADA :’) She proved her portal works, who cares about the rest.

What happens next? A hostile Daxamite army invades USA THANKS TO LENA and... nothing happens. How many people died? How many buildings were destroyed? Did Snowflake Lena meet any consequences? Did they accuse her of being a TRAITOR? She is not a traitor, her brainwashed minions say. Yeah? Think about Snowden and Assange. And now you can laugh.

Then she spreads lead into atmosphere and yep, nothing happens. Weirdly, no other country is pissed off that some American bitch spread fucking lead all over whole fucking world. Who cares, American capitalism! *Afghanistan, Iraq, South American countries, Vietnam, South Korea stare into the void*

Lena buys CatCo ONLY to keep her name clean and - Money, money money!

Plus, Lena reveals she didn’t talk with Kara for months (friendship goals! pure heart! friendship over work!).

Few things here:

1)during it, Edge’s bodyguard was killed, what means that Lena getting what she wants is more important than random people lives

2)she did that on a gala, full of innocent, not aware of the danger people. She purposely put them in the danger

3)getting that record of Edge’s confession was absolutely illegal and any judge would fucking die hearing how she got it

4)she corrupted Kara to do this shit

5)cried about how ONLY her friends keep her from crossing a line - bitch, you already crossed that and your friends should take your ass to a psychologist, lol

6) did i mention that Edge’s BODYGUARD WAS KILLED?

(And now a short break for a laugh:

My poor Lena’s phone! What have you done to piss Sam so much? :((((( )

Also hey, Lena is a gun lover. 

During this time, Lena was experimenting on Sam. Alone. Not telling anyone. Because you know, EGO issues. She told DEO only when her ass was satrting to burn.

We are glad that Lena’s stans are aware she constantly LIE and loves EXCUSES of her shitty actions. KUDOS, guys!

Also yeaaaah, I reluctantly intend to tell my father I destroyed his fave  set of stamps. Someday. But after 10 years he is still not aware so maybe, not today, yeah.

Also, Lena plays the “innocent victim” when she reveals she produces Kryptonite. That can be used only to kill Kryptonians, but she doesn’t see why Supergirl is so pissed off. It’s not like it’s some 100% deadly weapon for Kara Zor El and her cousin. Calm down your tits, Supergirl, ok? Every day Lena can choke to death eating fucking avocado and she doesn’t throw tantrums about it!

And then Lena basically used Harun-El for her own experiments. Did she tell Alura she stole some of it? Nah. Did she inform anyone about her experiments? Naah. Why when she can play a god?

Remmeber Ben Lockwood? That horribly written bad guy? Who turned evil because Lena The Capitalistic Bitch Who Swims In Money didn’t help his father’s bancrupting factory? Becasue:

When you think about, if Lena wouldn’t have been a white typical American aggressive capitalistic bitch focused on making money and doing illegal experiments, there hadn’t been Agent Liberty. I think it’s hilarious. Lena wants to “help” the world *cough* by polluting it? *cough*  by some fucking useless portals, while all she needs to do is helping people and saving their buisness :D

Then we have some sweet talk including Lena and her so called friends, about powering up humans. And we clearly see that Lena wants to play a god, because of her EGO. Who decides who is good enough to be powered up? Lena. Who holds the power to make humans superpowered? Lena. Who doesn’t say a shit about these experiments and doing it in secret? Lena. 

And here comes our poor young Adam. Adam, who is depressed because of his brother’s death and driven by guilt. And Lena, for some fucking reason, choses him. UHM? And then, even if she KNOWS this experiment is deadly (no SANE scientist allows human trials when the possibility of death is higher than 1% - (you have animal trials for it for fuck’s sake), that is a FACT, in Lena’s case it was about 40%? or even more). But he filled the aplication! Yeah, and this makes it legal, LOL. But Lena wanted to stop it and he FORCED her to keep doing! Yeaaaaaah, depressed, driven by guilt kid forced poor innocent Lena to kill him. Holy crap! Lena! You poor baby!!!!

No shit guys, LENA IS MURDERER. And she doesn’t tell anyone, becasuse she knows it was illegal.

But! But! But! GOVERMENT knows! She works for them!!! Yeah, she works for alienphobic goverment and Ben Lockwood, what can go wrong?! :DDDD

And then, she basically saved a mass murderer and helped him escape.

How the FUCK her ass is not rotting in jail is a mystery, but I guess when you are a white loaded American capitalist you can do whatever shit you want and won’t meet consequecnes of your actions. 

And now cheer for Lena The Snowflake Queen Luthor stans who love her and don’t see a one single thing in her doings - it’s good to be murderer’s apologist, huh? :D

(all caps taken from Lena’s wikia page -> x)

I want to dedicate this post to my stalkers aka KramReceipt crowd from twitter - please, be more butthurt in the future, I have more ideas to expose your Snowflake Queen ;*

Also

[waterstar2016]

Hello, goddess! I have a prompt for you! Reader is Raphael's girlfriend. She's a motorcycle-rider, leather jacket-wearer, has a New Yorker accent, all the goods. Her father owns a motorcycle shop and is the leader of a Biker gang. So, the very night Raphael goes to introduce his brothers to Reader, she's in the middle of dealing with members of a rival biker gang, conveniently run by her ex-boyfriend. Raphael watches in satisfaction as she whoops major ass and fawns over her in the end.

Goddess? I am so not worthy of that. *blush* Thank you for this awesome prompt! Totally right up my alley! I hope you like it.

SFW - some violence

The four scaled the side of the building. Reaching the roof they gazed down into the parking lot below. “So, Raph, which one is your girl?” Whispered Mikey. Leo shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Probably the one that he’s been staring at since we got up here.” Raph turned to his brothers and smirked. “Yep, she’s the one wearin the dark red jacket.” Mikey’s eyes travelled to where Raph was pointing. “Dude, she’s freaking hot!” Raph smirked. “I know little bro.”

She was wearing black leather pants that hugged her curves and her blood red motorcycle jacket fit her like a second skin. Her hair was a shade between black and brown and hung halfway down her back. It was dyed bright red underneath. Walking over to her bike (a 2009 Triumph Street Triple) she grabbed something out of her tank bag. Donnie looked at the bike through his goggles. “Wow, it looks like she’s made some major modifications to her bike. I’d like to see how fast it clocks out at.” He flipped another lens down and examined it further and squeaked. “Look at that exhaust!” Raph smiled.

“When do we get to meet her?” Mikey asked, careful to keep his voice down. Raph gave him a quick glance. “After their meeting. She’ll come up here when they’re done. Everyone’s there so they should be starting soon.” Leo’s head turned and he peered into the darkness. “I thought you said everyone was there Raph, there are more motorcycles heading towards us from the South. Raph rolled the toothpick in his mouth. “It’s probably her exes biker gang. They’ve been wanting this territory for years.” Donnie looked at Leo and they exchanged a glance. Raph was being unusually calm about the impending situation.

She heard the motorcycles approaching as well. Her father hollered. “Ya all know what to do. Let’s show these assholes once and for all that they are not welcome in our city. Be ready and be careful, it looks like they’ve brought reinforcements.” The group of nine watched and waited.

Pulling up on an old Harley he swung his leg over and took off his helmet. Hair as black as night and bright blue eyes greeted her. “Morgan.” She hissed. “What the fuck are ya doin here?” The man smiled and the feeling of insects crawled over her and she resisted the urge to shiver. “I thought I taught you better manners? But, that’s besides the point. I want you back. When you ran away two years ago I first thought, good riddance, you were too much work. Always needing punishment.” He paused and she felt his eyes travel over her body making her grit her teeth. “I’ve decided to forgive your past indiscretions.”

Resting her hand on her fathers arm to calm him she stepped away. If Morgan didn’t watch it, he was going to find out what else she’d learned in the two years since she escaped his clutches. “My indiscretions? You beat the hell outta me for putting your orange juice in the wrong glass. I tried leaving that night, but ya had the house on lock down.” She paused, reigning in her anger. “Ya were controlling, abusive and it sickened me when I found out what your corporation actually does. Ya lied to me and my family.” Morgan shrugged. “It’s a hard world. I do what I have to do. Now, enough chit chat. I’ve brought enough people that should I give the command, they will tear apart everything around here. If you come with me now, no harm shall be done.” He held out his hand towards her and smiled. It was a smile that made her stomach turn and it didn’t reach his eyes.

She made herself meet his gaze. “No.” His smile turned into a scowl. “I don’t want to hurt you or your family Princess. Stop this nonsense and come back with me.” She raised her eyebrow and scowled. “There are only two men in the world that are allowed to call me Princess, Morgan. And you ain’t one of ‘em.” Morgan’s posture immediately changed. “Who is he?! I’ll get rid of him real fast.” A slow smile crept across her features. “Morgan, you’re a piece of shit, but I’d rather see you rot in a jail cell then end up in the hospital. Which is where you will end up if you meet him.”

Michelangelo approached his older brother. “Dude, it looks like things are about to go down.” He said while eyeing the one that had spiked studs on his jacket’s shoulders. “Should we go help?” Raph gave Mikey a noogie. “Nah, she’ll be fine, trust me.” There was a sparkle in Raphael’s eyes that none of his brothers had seen before. His answer to hang back even surprised Leo, who honestly thought Raph would have charged the moment Morgan called his girl princess.

Morgan took a few steps closer to her. “I’m giving you one more chance to come back with me, or my gang will destroy your fathers shop.” The group behind him started pulling out pipes and slipping on brass knuckles. “If people get hurt, you can’t say I didn’t warn you.” From the rooftop of the shop the guys saw her clench her fists. “You’re scum, Morgan. Ya prey upon those that can’t defend themselves, which is deplorable. The day I managed to escape was the best day of my life.” She paused and cracked her neck. “Now, get on your excuses for bikes and get the fuck off my turf.”

Donnie came up and stood beside Raph. “Uh, the rival gang outnumbers theirs two-to-one Raph, are you sure we shouldn’t step in?” Raphael gave Donatello a grin. “Seriously, it will be ok, just relax.” The three brothers exchanged a look. Raph was telling them to relax? Mikey gave a massive shrug and turned his attention back to what was happening below them.

Her father stepped closer to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. “Ya need to listen to my daughter Morgan, leave now before this escalates.” Morgan laughed. “You’re the one that supported our alliance in the beginning! You practically threw your daughter at me.” Her father hung his head and squeezed his daughters shoulder in a silent apology. “That was before I saw what your gang was actually about. A mistake I truly regret. My daughter has chosen one that could squash ya like a bug, and I would be proud to call him son. Which is more than I could ever say for you.” Morgans chest was heaving and rage burned in his eyes.

Raph had the biggest smile on his face that the three had ever seen. Leo drew his Katana as the group of men behind Morgan started advancing. Raph rested his hand on his elder brothers shoulder at the sound of singing metal. “Leo, will ya put those things away?” The blue masked leader sighed and sheathed the twin blades. “I don’t know Raph, this looks like this is going to get bad.” Raph chuckled. “Leo, if things turn I will be the first one down there with my Sai ready to rip into anyone that hurts her. So, as Mikey would say…take a chill pill.” Leo narrowed his eyes, but held himself in check.

Suddenly, one of the rival gang charged, and Morgan yelled. “Kill anyone you see and burn down the shop, but leave her to me!” She exchanged a brief look with her father and then they exploded. Her father ran to the left and clotheslined the first to come after him. Slamming his fist in the next ones face he looked behind him to make sure his daughter was alright. Grinning at what he saw he turned back to his own fight.

“Oooooo!” The three yelled as they watched her kick one so hard in the stomach that he lost his supper as he flew backwards. Another grabbed her from behind with a knife at her throat. Before any of them could blink she crushed his nose with her elbow and had his arm twisted behind his back. The knife fell to the ground with a clatter. Flipping him over she slammed him into the pavement and dropped into the splits to trip the next guy that was charging her. Grabbing the knife she hopped up to her feet and threw it, piercing the hand that was holding a pipe which was poised to hit her father on the back of his head. Mikey stared with his eyes wide at the scene unfolding below them. “Duuuuuuuuuuuuude.” He whispered.

Flipping her hair out of her eyes she walked towards her father who was now holding Morgan with the same knife to his throat that was at her own neck only minutes before. Her father looked at her. “It’s up to you Princess, say the word and I will get rid of him for ya.” She cocked her head. Morgans lip was bleeding and she could see that he would have a black eye in the morning. “It’s ok, Daddy. Just hold him for me.” She walked up to him, rested her hands on his shoulders and leaned in close.

Morgan struggled, but her fathers grip was firm. She could see a trickle of blood running down his neck where the blade met his flesh. “If I ever see ya in this city again…I will end you. Do ya understand?” Morgan nodded his head as much as he could without cutting himself further. Without any warning she pulled her leg back and kneed him in the groin, hard. Morgan doubled over and her father let him fall to the ground. “That’s for the three months of hell ya put me through, asshole.” Morgan started dragging himself away, whimpering.

She turned to her father. “Let’s make sure our people are ok and then I want all of their bikes scrapped.” Her father nodded in agreement. “Good job sweetie.” He glanced up to the roof of his shop. “I think Raphael’s here Princess, you should go to him. I’ll manage the rest of things here. I know one day you’ll lead this group just fine. His eyes met the large figure above and gave a nod. Raphael gave him a nod in return. “Thanks, Daddy.” She gave her father a hug and then ran into the shop and up the back stairwell that led to the roof.

Opening the door she smiled at the sight before her. “Red!” she yelled and ran straight into his arms, jumping up so he caught her. She rested her head on his shoulder as he held her to his plastron. “Heya, Princess. Ya were amazing down there.” Setting her down Raph beckoned his brothers forward. “These are my brothers. Leonardo, Donatello and Michelangelo.” Mikey looked at Raph and shook his head. “Bro, don’t be so formal.” Turning to her he smiled. “Call me Mikey.” She smiled and shook his hand. “By the way Sweetcheeks, you seriously kicked some ass down there!” Donnie walked up to her and immediately started asking her questions about her bike.

Leonardo came up to her next. “Please, call me Leo, I’ve been looking forward to meeting you. Thanks to you, Raph has been more civil lately.” Raph chuckled deeply. Leo rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome to visit our home anytime you wish, our father would like to meet you.” Leo suddenly squinted. “You uh, have some blood on your cheek.” She laughed as Raphael licked his thumb and wiped it off of her face.

Leo laughed quietly at the sight. “I will admit I was worried when I saw how outnumbered your group was. Your fighting skills are impressive.” Raph wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and hugged her to him. “I told ya it would be fine Leo.” She laughed. “I knew you guys were here and Red would have backed me up if I needed it.” She eyed Leo slyly. “Raph’s right, ya are wound pretty tight.” Leo narrowed his eyes at her and then shook his head smiling. “Raph, she’s perfect for you.”

Raph grinned. “Don’t I know it.” She looked at the three in front of her. “So, if you guys are interested I have some cousins that would love to meet ya.” All three sets of jaws dropped. Mikey was the first to break the silence. “Really?! Well bring them on up!” Then he looked at Leo and winced. “Sorry bro, it’s your call.” Leo smiled. Seeing how happy Raph was lately had made each of them wonder if they would ever experience the same thing. Blue eyes glittering he nodded. “It’s fine with me.”

End.

[the-wonder-duo]

Random Ass Update #3

This one is dedicated to all you shits that can’t read. 

A tsunami rocked the West coast. In light of the ongoing investigation into InvisaInk’s death, we decided that it’d be best if Deku went alone to aid with recovery efforts. 

Thousands died. Recovery efforts are still ongoing.

 If you’ve got the means, you oughta donate to the Japan Relief and Recovery Fund. 

I stayed in the East. 

Answered some shit questions between patrols. Told you fucks about Deku’s questionable taste in music. 

PSA: I’m better than Deku at everything. 

Deku kept in touch while he was in the Nagano through audio logs and holocalls. 

There were sightings of someone that might’ve looked like me. At the time, I dismissed it as bullshit. 

Explosions rocked the streets of Hosu. The cause was not determined. 

Get your conspiracy theory asses off my blog. 

I was arrested after an attack in Hosu; Okane Trust & Banking Company had been robbed in an explosive attack. 

The Hero Police Force  released a statement revealed that on-site video surveillance captured footage of me at the scene, though the security system experienced technical difficulties only moments later. 

Sweat and hair analysis also placed me at the scene. 

Deku came back— even though I told him to stay in the East. Even though he was supposed to stick to the West to help tsunami victims. 

There were protests. I guess some of you lot aren’t complete dickheads, after all. 

Thanks. 

I was drugged with Quirk suppressants. Standard procedure for those that’re being detained. 

My body didn’t react that well to ‘em. 

Footage of the bank robbery was leaked.

Deku compiled evidence to prove that I was innocent. 

When presenting his argument to the detectives who were in charge of the investigation, Deku was dismissed without any consideration. 

Asshole discovered that I was gonna be transferred to a maximum security prison even though I hadn’t even been arrested in any official capacity. Hadn’t even been charged of any crimes. 

Idiot broke me out of jail. 

Words don’t even begin to express what I felt. 

That idiot has so much going for him, you know? Wouldn’t have partnered up with him if he weren’t a damn good hero. He lives to help others. Dunno if he could live without it. 

And that could’ve been the end of it. Right there. 

He would’ve given it up. Thrown it all away. 

For me. 

You’re an idiot, Deku. 

We were pursued by Pros and police, but we managed to make it to the sewers. Since we’d spent weeks combing through them, we knew them pretty well. 

Took refuge in an undocumented Quirk shelter. 

Deku’d scheduled a leak of information to be posted onto the blog before he’d left. To tell everyone that he could of what had really happened, and to show why I wasn’t guilty of the crimes that I’d been accused of. 

Here’s the gist of what he wrote: 

I’m sure that the people who were responsible for kidnapping Kacchan are those who are responsible for InvisaInk, and do not say that without backing. The proof is in the visual evidence that has already been uploaded online by multiple sources; I suspect that the footage that was sent to me last night will be uploaded before long, as well. 

Most would say that those leaked stills that show an apparent Kacchan robbing a bank appear to be wrong, somehow. And those conclusions would be correct. 

There’s the obvious— the haircut, for one, which doesn’t at all match was Kacchan is currently sporting —but then there’s the more subtle (for those who don’t know Kacchan as well as I do, anyways). 

The imposter in the video is a mirror image of the actual Bakugou Katsuki.

 Upon reviewing some of the footage taken by crowd’s phones that day in the park— the day the fake InvisaInk confronted the both of us—I can see now that that InvisaInk was a mirror image of the actual InvisaInk, as well; for those that want obvious proof, I suggest slowing the video down to a fourth of it’s usual speed and pausing as InvisaInk lifts his gun to Kacchan’s head— you can see the visible outline of InvisaInk’s tattoo as his shirt sleeves rides up— on his left arm. 

The actual InvisaInk’s tattoo was located on his right arm. 

A closer examination of each of their features has further proved that this person is, in fact, able to create mirror images of their target— given what they’ve known to have taken from both Kacchan and InvisaInk, I can only infer that they use bone marrow to supply this transformation with the aid of their Quirk. 

This also shows why the YouTube video uploaded of the fake InvisaInk’s spiel had actually seemed to be right for both Kacchan and I— before the video had been uploaded, the murderers had actually edited and flipped the footage, so that the person being displayed was on the correct side again.

 And yes, I did say murderers— because I believe this to be the work of not just one person, but at least two. Further inspection of the sight of the bank blast and an analysis of the explosion has proven that yes, while Kacchan’s actual sweat had ignited the ensuring explosion, it had blown the wall upon from inside the bank— he hadn’t entered from the outside, as witnesses and the footage depict of the alleged “Ground Zero.” 

I have come to the conclusion that the second accomplice is one that harvests body parts in order to gain use of that target’s Quirk; for InvisaInk, the murderers harvested his skin, and for Kacchan— his hands. 

The same hands that were taken from him months ago. During his kidnapping— which had been so similar to that of InvisaInk’s. 

Chillingly, a closer look at footage captured at the Charity Smash event depicts a person that looks eerily similar to InvisaInk— with the exception of his height, his hair, and his features. In fact, his skin seems to be the only startling match— a comparison shows that the freckles on this man’s face exactly match those of InvisaInk’s. 

‘Course it wasn’t me. 

I’d never pull a stunt like that. 

I’m a goddamn hero. 

Anyways, some numbskull who’d just been released from their own interrogation actually managed to snap a pic of Deku breaking me out of there. 

Didn’t cower in the sewers, though. 

We found the fuckers that were responsible for what had happened. 

Had some help from another Pro Hero, Earphone Jack. 

Deku kept more of a level head than I did, admittedly. 

I dunno. I guess it was harder than I ever would’ve imagined it’d be. Keeping my cool. When the sick bastards that skinned InvisaInk alive were right in front of me. 

Chased ‘em to a crowded street, police got involved, caught the murderers, and gave ourselves up.

Seems like they might’ve been two of Backlash’s lackeys, but in all goddamn honesty, they seem like a pair of those Anti-Quirk Liberation League nutjob extremists. ‘Least, they seem that way to me. 

Toga Akane was one of ‘em. Sister of Toga Himiko, who gained some fame from working as member of the League of Villains some years back. 

She’s in possession of a Quirk that allows her to become a mirror image of anyone who’s bone marrow she consumes. 

Claims she hates her sister. That people like her are the scum of the Earth. That people like herself are scum of the Earth. That people like them ought not to exist, and that their actions— and more importantly, their Quirks —are proof of that. 

Says that she did it for the greater good. Part of a way of showing once and for all that Quirks ought to be eliminated— part of a way to show us all how they ruin lives. 

The Anti-Quirk Liberation League won’t claim her. Say that they don’t associate themselves with common criminals, and that they’re horrified and repulsed by her actions. 

Last I heard, she’s attempted suicide at least twice since the beginning of her imprisonment.

The other murderer was Hada Dorobō. Possessed an undocumented Quirk that snatches the abilities of other Quirks through imbibing body parts conducive to the utilization of other Quirks. 

Appears that the sick bastard can only snatch one Quirk at a time; if he tries to take on another, the body part that he stole rots off of him. 

Deku and I were released after Lead Detective Naomasa discovered that the secretary to the Senior Commissioner had been, essentially, brainwashing most of the force via email. Had a Quirk that affected perception through written word. 

It’s been confirmed that the Senior Commissioner was bribed to ignore these criminal acts, and both of ‘em have been arrested. S’why the force had been acting so unreliably recently.

 Originally, we were given a week of house arrest and ‘till the first of June of suspension, but that was changed to house arrest ‘till the first a few days ago. 

After the first, we’ll be allowed to work as Pro Heroes again. 

So we’ve been sitting around the house ‘till then. 

Answered some more questions. 

Deku revealed that he’s come across a Quirk that allowed the wielder’s dick to function like a compass. Pointed towards what the user really wanted, apparently. 

I think that Deku’s a gullible dumbass and that it was just a boner. 

Deku doesn’t wanna be the number one hero anymore. 

He wants to be the best hero. 

A great hero. 

Fuck you, Deku. 

There’s been some fallout. Apparently you can’t just break outta jail and expect to be considered a shining example of heroism by everyone. 

Who would’ve imagined that. 

I don’t give a damn what you have to say about it. Yeah, breaking me out was a stupid move, and yeah, it could’ve been so much worse, but you know what? Deku’s still a hero in my eyes. 

In case you’ve lived under a rock for the past decade, you ought to know that the leader of the League of Villains is dead. 

My biggest rival made a comeback.

Played some games. 

One of ‘em was perverted as hell. Our publicist is a real piece of work, putting that crap together. 

Truth or Dare ended with a naked Deku in my bed. 

Deku worried too damn much about it. 

It’s fine. Fucking weird, and awkward, and yeah, I was pissed that he pulled something like that just ‘cause he thought he could get some info that I wouldn’t hand over to him on a silver platter, but the fuck got too caught up in that. 

Culminated in Deku putting himself into a slump. 

Asshole told me that it’d be best if we didn’t share a bed for now. 

Informed him of how goddamn stupid he is. 

And then I told him to come to bed. 

For better or for worse, we’re a team. 

Shitnerd’s just gonna have to accept it. 

We’re not fucking. 

And we’re more than ready to go back to work already. 

[huntertales]

Part Three: Not All Hope Is Lost. (Frontierland S06E18)

Episode Summary: While searching for a way to defeat Eve, the Winchester brothers and the reader stumble upon Samuel Colt’s journal. Realizing Samuel might have the answer to their problems, the three of them ask Castiel to send them back in time to meet the man himself. While Sam and the reader are reluctant to time travel, Dean is beside himself with excitement to return to the Wild, Wild West. Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Word Count: 6,294.

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There will always be a motive for why people do what they do. And that also included monsters. It didn’t take much effort to figure out why Elias Finch hunted down the judge and sheriff to turn them into ash and bone. Because he wanted revenge on the men who tried to put him six feet under the ground. And if you weren't fast enough, the deputy would be next. He was the last missing piece you could use against Elias for him to come to you. Along with saving a life. The only problem with the plan was trying to find the deputy and for him to agree with the plan before he tried to run against something that would get him eventually.

You and Dean tracked down the whereabouts of the deputy and decided to pay him a visit before he even thought about skipping down. Because he wouldn’t make it too far. You knocked on the door of the boarding room the deputy lived in. Lucky for you, the idiot responded to see who to it was. You looked over at Dean, who stood next you, urging for you to go along with this stupid plan he made up on the spot. Clearing your voice, you spoke in a soft and feminine voice. “Candygram for Mongo.”

You felt like an idiot for what you agreed to, but it worked. When the deputy answered the door to see what he presumed was a pretty face, he was taken back in surprise to see he was staring down the barrel of two guns. He tried to pull out his own to try and make himself appear just as threatening.

“Howdy, pilgrim.” Dean greeted the man.

The deputy’s face scrunched up slightly from what he thought was an insult. “I ain't no pilgrim.”

“All right, back up.” You ordered at the man as you waved your loaded gun slightly for him to get into the room so you and Dean could enter. When the deputy wouldn’t move, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “Is that any way to…” You nodded your head to Dean, who pushed back his jacket slightly to show off the gold star pinned to his vest. Dean offered for you to take it, you gladly let him live through his fantasy a little longer. “Greet your new bosses?”

“Missed you at the posse this morning. We were a two-man wolf pack, thanks to you.” Dean said. The deputy scoffed and returned back to his bed where you saw an open suitcase and a pile of clothes he was furiously shoving inside quick as he possibly could go. “What's going on here?”

“Going to visit my sister.” The deputy said as he continued to pack his suitcase fast as he could go.

“Well, she'll have to wait.” You informed the man of the change in plans. The deputy stopped for a moment to look at you with an almost panicked expression when he realized why the two of you were here for. You weren't going to let him skip town, even though he tried to tell you that his life was in danger. And so would others if he didn’t do what you told him to. “Finch said he was coming back for the former Sheriff, Judge Mortimer, and you. That's two down and one to go.”

“Then just let me go! “ The deputy pleaded.

“You really think you can outrun him? He is going to kill you. Unless…” Dean told the man the bitter truth of how things were going to work out if he tried to bolt. The deputy looked at the both of you with an uneasy expression from what Dean was about to suggest. “Unless we gank him first.”

“‘Gank’? What's ‘gank?’” The deputy asked with an utmost confused expression at the strange language he had never heard of before. “Mister, you're crazy. No way. You're on your own.”

“We’re not asking you to throw down with him. I'm asking you to play your part.” You explained to him in terms that he would understand. The deputy still looked at you with a funny expression as he asked you what his part was. The question made a smirk spread across your lips. “Bait.”

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Ten minutes until noon and Sam was still nowhere to be in sight. You let out a sigh of nervous frustration as you peered out the window for the third time in the past few minutes. Sam was a punctual person. He was always on time when you told him you needed to be somewhere. Why, out of all the times it counted the most, the man was dragging ass? If all of you didn’t do this by twelve p.m., all of the effort you put into this plan would be a waste. You would be right back to square one. And you couldn’t afford to be back at the starting line.

You stepped back from the window and wandered back to the desk Dean was sitting on the edge, mindlessly fiddling with a iron screw he found. You placed your hands on your hips with one resting on the holster holding your loaded gun, a subconscious effort to make yourself feel prepared for what you were about to go up against.

You’ve faced a lot of things before over the years, a phoenix who could turn a human body into ash with a simple touch was a new one for you. Most creatures at least had to give up a fight if they wanted to live. It was the reason why you were a bit nervous to be going up against him. While Finch may be powerful, he had something to take him down. Everyone had a weakness, including a phoenix. You might have figured it out, but if you were wrong…

“So this is your big plan, huh?” The deputy paced around the jail cell you threw him into after he was unwillingly dragged here. You rolled your eyes from his constant bellyaching from your plan that he thought was going to make him a sitting duck for the enemy to burn to a crisp. “Just let me rot in here till Finch comes.”

"Pretty much." You said. You had to admit this plan was pretty risky. You would never be the one to dangle an innocent person as bait for a monster to sink its teeth into. But you had an overwhelming feeling that revenge wasn't what really fueled this situation. There had to be more nobody was telling you. "Why's he coming after you, anyway?"

"I guess you missed the part where we hung him, lady?" The deputy said. You looked over your shoulder and narrowed your eyes on the man from the tone of his voice. He took it as a subtle threat for him to stop pacing and change his attitude around you.

“No, I’m thinking, to a thing like Finch, that’s no big deal.” You turned around in your spot to face the deputy so you could get ot the bottom of this situation. Finch seemed like the kind of monster who kept his head down and tried not to cause too much trouble. If he got convicted of a crime, he would probably take the hanging and be off on his way before causing some more trouble in another town. But he stuck around to pick off the people who punished him. “If I was him, I would’ve just blown town, but he came back. That seems personal.”

“I’ll tell you what,” The deputy tried to strike up a proposition with you. You raised your brow slightly, wondering if he thought you were an idiot like he was to fall for such a deal. “You let me out of here, we’ll talk.”

“No can do.” Dean told the man.

The deputy huffed out a few nervous breaths as his demeanor changed for a split second into a man scared for his life. He thought that he was a trapped man with little time left to live. Only he didn’t think it was going to end so soon. You saw his face drop into a panicked expression when he stopped staring off into the distance and something from behind you. You looked over your shoulder when you heard the door click shut. As the deputy backed away, Elias Finch slowly took off his gloves, his cold and stony glare on the man he was set on killing like the rest.

“Open up that cell.” Elias commanded in a calm tone.

“Open it yourself. You melt people’s faces off. I bet you got the juice to tear that apart easy, don’t you?” Dean asked the other man. Elias didn’t respond. He suddenly froze in his spot and stood there for a moment. You could read the ever so subtle hint of hesitance when he noticed the bars were made of iron material. Something he couldn’t touch.

“Unless you can’t. Just like you couldn’t break those cuffs when they strung you up.” You said. Dean tossed the iron nail he had been holding straight at Elias, who managed to grab it without an ounce of hesitance. However, when the iron made contact with his skin, it sizzled, causing him to drop the nail to the ground and wince in pain, proving your theory right. “Iron shackles. Iron bars, iron nail. See a pattern? Well, don’t worry. Most creatures we meet can’t get it up for iron. It’s a common monster problem.”

“So you’re a hunter.” Elias gathered from the way you were speaking about him.

“Slash sheriff.” Dean added, showing off his badge to the man.

“You know what this son of a bitch did?” Elias asked. You quickly glanced over at the clock to see it was five minutes until twelve and Sam was still nowhere to be seen. You looked back over at the man and shrugged, deciding you had some time to hear his side of things. “I was married to a woman. Good woman, human. We lived outside of town, didn’t bother anyone.”

“Sure.” Dean said, pretending to buy the story of an innocent man. “A freak with a heart of gold.”

“You wanna call me ‘monster,’ fine. But all we did was go into town. I go into the bank for five minutes, I come out, she’s gone. Then I heard her scream. This man...had her pinned in the alley. I go to stop him, he pulls out his gun, shoots me, then her. She died in my arms.” Elias told his story of how things really happened. He looked away from the scum that killed his beloved and to Dean, asking a simple question. "I felt her take her last breath before she was gone, forever. Now tell me, have you ever suffered a tragedy like that?"

"Yeah." Dean admitted. You found yourself drifting away from Elias when you heard what the older Winchester say. He changed slightly into a solemn expression at the memory he tried to fight off. Back when you just defeated the apocalypse, minutes away from death. "Yeah, actually I have."

"Then you know how much I wanted revenge on those bastards. He thought he got away with this. Of course, I don't die." Elias said. He stood in front of the iron bars and stared at the deputy who ruined his life. He smirked when the little man cowered in fear. "The shots brought the sheriff. Next thing I know, I'm in iron. That's why I want him just where he is. Trapped, scared. I saved the best for last."

“Is that true?” You questioned the deputy behind the iron bars. He responded with a shrug and a mildly guilt ridden expression. There was no use of lying with the truth out in the open.

“So tell me.” Elias said. “Are you two really willing to die to protect this piece of filth?”

"Honestly, I could care less about him. He's a coward and dick." You gave the honest truth about how you felt about the man behind the iron bars. It seemed the deputy found the insults a bit hurtful. You gave him a look of disbelief before you rolled your eyes. "But this isn't about him. I know what you are. And we gotta kill you. It’s nothing personal.”

“If you know what I am, then you know you can’t.” Elias said.  

You looked away for a split second to look at the time, thinking you might need to check on the rate of how things were going before you bragged about Samuel Colt and the gun he would be bringing. Only you didn’t realize that was probably the stupidest mistake you could have done. Your focus went straight back to Elias when he grabbed a gun hanging from a wooden beam just a few steps from the cell he was standing next to. His revenge didn’t come in the form of burning his wife’s killer alive, but a shot to the heart. You watched as the deputy fell to the floor, dead before he hit the ground.

“Wow,” You heard Dean quietly mutter to himself. “I should've seen that coming.”

You decided to make up a new plan on the spot. Suddenly you were thanking your past self for choosing iron rounds to fill your gun instead of silver like your original plan. You drew out your gun from the holster and pointed it at Finch. You needed him alive to get the ashes, but you had a feeling things would be a little bit easier if he wasn’t capable of holding a loaded gun. You pulled down on the trigger, expecting for a round to go off, but all you heard was a soft click. You furrowed your brow slightly and tried again...only to realize your gun was jammed.

You were about to curse underneath your breath and try to pull the trigger again, but Dean didn’t want to stick around to see who was faster. Finch looked in your direction and realized what you were about to do. Suddenly you felt someone grab you from behind and yank you towards the window to make a quick escape. Dean threw himself out of the window with a tight grip around your waist. You landed on the ground, Dean’s body cushioning you from the broken glass all over the ground. The both of you scurried up to your feet and bolted straight forward for cover.

Finch shot off two rounds in attempt to try and slow either one of you down before you could get away. You and Dean managed to take a breather when you found cover behind a wall. You took a second to figure out what the hell was causing your gun to jam. You realized guns back in the day were a bit more complicated than the ones you were used to. Dean offered a helping hand when he pushed down on a switch he called the hammer. Unlike the guns you used back in your time, they didn’t need to be constantly fiddled with. You could shoot off one round and not have to worry about something like that. You finally got your gun ready and waited for Finch as Dean slowly peered over the wall, trying to see if he could spot the other man.

You found your attention being pulled away from trying to find Finch when you heard a familiar voice quietly call out your name. You looked straight ahead to see that Sam was finally back from his journey, you waved a free hand at him to come quickly and quietly. You scanned the area to see if you could find anyone else trailing behind the man, but it appeared that Sam was alone.

“Where’s Colt?” You asked the younger Winchester.

“He’s not coming.” Sam informed you and his brother. If you thought today couldn't get any worse, it did. You stared at him with a defeated look at how doomed all of you were. But Sam didn't come back empty handed. You glanced down to see him pull out something you hadn't seen in a while, changing your attitude right around. "But he sent this."

Your lips stretched into a smirk at the sight of the infamous colt itself, live and in the flesh. Dean greedily grabbed the gun from his brother’s hands and inspected it for himself. “Hello, beautiful.” He inspected the weapon for a second after Sam took the other one off his hands. Dean put the colt into the holster and pushed the two of you to start walking. “All right. Come on.”

Dean had a plan to draw out Finch, and you didn’t have time to draw out a better one in the last few minutes you were going to be here. You and Sam were told to keep out of sight as Dean walked out into the open, where not a single soul was found except for the three of you. Dean decided to have a little fun. And you knew exactly where this was going when he started to yell for Finch to get out here. Sam, however, thought his brother was being a bit reckless.

“What are you doing?” The younger Winchester asked in a slightly concerned tone.

“I have a feeling Dean’s about to live out his wildest dreams.” You said, peering out from behind a few barrels that were about tall as you. You could see that the older Winchester’s shouts were noticed, a few moments later Finch stepped out from the sheriff’s and out to the open. “Looks like we’re about to witness a Mexican standoff, Sammy.”

“So this is how you wanna die.” Finch said, stepping down to the dirt road so he could face the man that was about to see another bloody end. Or so he thought.

You could feel your teeth sinking into the skin inside of your cheek in nervous anticipation from what was about to unfold. All of you had precious seconds before you were going to be pulled back into the future and Finch was still alive. The man now stood straight across from Dean, the two of them staring each other down, each of their hands hovering inches away from their guns, waiting for the first one to make the move. You looked over at the clock tower to see there was only a minute left until noon. It was now or never to figure out who had the faster draw.

Finch might be a powerful creature as a pheonix with the ability to turn people into ash, but he would never be a match for Dean Winchester. A man who dreamed about this moment his entire life--and a hunter with lightning fast reflexes. Dean reached for the colt, and before Finch could even point his own gun at the older Winchester, Dean pulled down on the trigger and put a bullet right in Finch, giving him a bit of his own medicine.

The colt worked its magic on Finch, turning him into nothing more than ash as he slowly caught on fire before bursting into ash. Dean took a moment to rival in his victory, blowing off smoke from the barrel of the gun. While it was exciting to see his plan had worked, you still had one more step to complete before you could go home.

The loud chiming from the bell tower reminded you that time was up. And just like that, you were reminded that you needed the ash of a phoenix to defeat Eve. Your feet worked faster than your brain. You went running fast as you could, figuring out the details of how you would carry the ash back home when you got later. Dean realized what you were doing, and in a panic move, he accidentally dropped the colt to the ground and fetched out a glass jar to help you. You dropped yourself to the ground and skidded across the dirt, you were so close to touching the smoldering hot ashes...and when you thought you did, all you felt was carpet.

You blinked, and just like that, you found yourself kneeling on the ground of Bobby’s house. You looked up from the ground and frantically prayed you were still in the wild west. But you weren't. You were greeted with the sight of three emotionally drained faces from the trouble they had to go through to get you safely back home. You looked over at Dean, who was down on his knees next to you, holding a bottle that was empty. All of that trouble you went through, all for nothing.

You pushed yourself up to your feet and inhaled a deep breath, trying your hardest not to do something stupid out of pure anger from what you couldn’t complete. You wanted so badly to throw something. You resorted to the stupid cowboy hat you’d been wearing for a day straight. You threw it straight to the ground and walked away, your fists clenching together.

The boys were disappointed themselves at what happened. Sam leaned himself against the doorframe as Dean quietly paced back and forth. Cas was psychically drained from what he had to do in order to get you back home. Bobby offered a way to power back up the angel, but even that took every ounce of his energy to help. Josh was a bystander to all of this. He could only offer a sympathetic smile, which you brushed off with an eye roll.

“You gotta send us back.” You couldn’t help yourself when you told the angel to do something you knew he couldn’t quite do right now. You stared down at him with an angered expression, even though none of this was his fault. You were more upset at yourself at what you couldn’t accomplish, he was just the poor bastard standing in your way. Cas returned it with one of his own before looking away from you.

“Y/N, look at him.” Sam said. “He’s fried.”

“I never wanna do that again.” Cas declared in a tired, mumbled voice.

You let out a quiet sigh when you finally took into consideration how badly Cas was. You looked away from him and to the other man sitting behind the desk. He appeared to be worse than the angel. You quietly spoke the man’s name in a worried tone. “I’m still kicking, Annie Oakley.” Bobby reassured you and the boys. But it still didn’t make you feel any better about the situation and what you put the two of them through. “Be back good as new in a decade or two.”

“And we screwed the pooch.” Dean muttered. “Bobby, I’m sorry.”

The older Winchester was about to apologize for all the trouble the three of you caused for nothing, but his words remained on the tip of his tongue when something interrupted him. There was a knock on the door. You furrowed your brow slightly, wondering who was here. You looked over at Sam to see the both of you shared a suspicious feeling about this. You followed behind him to answer the door. Who stood on the porch was someone you weren't expecting at all. It was a delivery guy with a package in his hands.

“Is there a Sam Winchester here?” The guy asked, looking down at his clipboard. Sam decided to play it on the cautious side, wondering who wanted to know. The guy broke out into a half smile from what he was about to say. “Look, this is nuts. Me and a couple guys made a bet. So this thing’s been laying around the office since...ever. Uh, with a note on it saying to bring it here today. It’s from a Samuel Colt.”

Sam stepped forward at the sound of a familiar name he wasn’t expecting to hear from this stranger. He stepped forward to claim the package, mumbling a thank you to the delivery guy  before heading inside. You gave him a smile and backed into the house, not giving him a chance to get a signature before you slammed the door in his face and quickly trailed behind the younger Winchester back to the library. You didn’t know what was inside the package, but you had a good feeling about this. Maybe it was the colt. Perhaps you could use it on Eve and it would work just as good.

The younger Winchester put the box on the desk and didn’t waste a second in opening up the paper packaging and sliding out the wooden box that was wrapped up. All of you exchanged a look of anticipation from what was inside. Sam slid off the opening of the box to reveal a note was lying on top. What the first thing he pulled out was his cell phone. You gave him a slightly confused expression as to why it looked so beat up and dirty. Sam put it down and grabbed the note to read it.

“‘Dear Sam, I go this address and date off your thingamajig...and I thought the enclosed might come in handy.  Regards, Samuel Colt.” He read the letter out loud, only making your suspicion about what he was going to pull out of the box grow more. Sam moved a few pieces of what looked to be hay that helped cushion the fragile package from breaking and pulled out a glass bottle. You felt yourself breaking out into a smile when you notice the content was black. You had seen that just a few minutes ago to realize what it was.

“Is that what I think it is?” Bobby asked.

“Ashes of a phoenix.” Dean answered the older man’s question. “Know what this means?”

“Yeah.” Bobby said. “I didn’t get a soulonoscopy for nothing.”

"Yeah." Dean agreed with the man on his point. But that wasn't the most important thing of them all. "And this means we take the fight to her."  

"Yeah. And means we take the fight to her." Dean said. All of this effort was for something. You had a way to take down Eve once and for all. The man was feeling a bit confident at the victory all of you could celebrate. Dean slowly put back on his cowboy hat and grew a smirk. “Yippee ki-ya, mother--”

“No. No, you’re not going there.” You cut off the man before he could say something untasteful. You stared at the man for a second or so until you broke out into a smile, suddenly feeling all sorts of relief from what you managed to pull off. You had one problem taken care of for now. But you still had another one that needed your attention. “Now, I don’t know about you guys, but I need a shower.”

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Memories are fragile things people take for granted. Sam couldn't remember anything from the year he was soulless, you blacked out on a handful of occasions and woke up in circumstances that left you feeling scared. The difference between you and the younger Winchester was that you didn't have an excuse to what was going on with you. You didn't spend a year soulless. But you had a monster coming for you. Talking about torture and revenge. About things you couldn’t remember for the life of you. You had this problem since you were a little kid, and while it went away, you had this feeling...there was something here.

You let out a sigh as you stared at the three boxes Josh had taken from the attic in your house you hadn’t been to in months. The contents inside were of old medical documents your mother insisted on keeping, and for some reason, you didn’t ever throw them away or look back at them until today. Today you were determined to go through every piece of paper until you found out what the hell was going on with you. You would do all the research and figure out why you were being accused of things you would never do. Maybe they were connected to your blackouts, maybe this was all a cheap trick by Eve to get all of you riled up.

“You sure about keeping this on the down low?” Josh asked. He stood by your side and stared at the intimidating amount of boxes he agreed to go through with you. You nodded your head. You didn’t want the boys to know about this and get worried over nothing. “What the hell are we looking for, anyway?”

“Honestly…I don’t know. Guess I’ll know when I find it.” You admitted, shrugging your shoulders.

You picked one box to go through, Josh took another. The both of you sat in silence for the next hour mindlessly shuffling through what felt like hundreds of documents that were half medical, other things like school report cards and old essays you wrote to billing statements from twenty years ago were stuffed in here. Your mother was a pack rat. She kept on to everything from the past. You felt like you were never going to get to what you were looking for.

You were halfway through your box when you found a folder labeled as “Y/N’s drawings ‘85.” Doing a quick mental calculation in your head, you were about four at the time. The year your life changed dramatically. You moved away from your old home in Kansas, left your best friends and started a new life. You remembered that you were big into drawing at the time. How else was a kid supposed to past the time? The question was, why did your mother keep them in a folder. You reached inside the box and found there were a few more that were labeled the same. They all spanned from ‘83 to ‘86. You grabbed the one from ‘85 and placed it in front of you.

You didn’t know what you were expecting to find when you opened up the folder and examined the first page. You furrowed your brow slightly when you stared down at a piece of pink construction paper with crayon markings all over the page. It took you a second to realize that these were drawings you made when you were younger. Mothers loved their children’s artwork through the years. But you doubt one would go through all this trouble to keep them dated and neatly organized. You pulled out the drawing and examined it for a moment. It seemed your four year old self had tried to draw what looked like a happy family with a sun in the top right corner and a house in the background. You smiled slightly and pulled out another one.

Your smile faltered slightly when you stared at the next picture. You pulled out another one...and another...until you had three different crayon drawings on multiple colors of construction paper. The people you drew might have looked like a happy family. Mom, Dad and kid. Only the disturbing part about it was that Mommy’s eyes were replaced with an “X” mark. To represent as if she were dead. Daddy had black eyes, like a demon. Another picture looked like what people thought an angel would look like, halo and wings. Somebody wrote bad in big, black letters. The last picture you pulled out was just a person. But, again, the eyes were replaced with big black eyes. Like a demon. And beneath the picture someone wrote “good.”

"Hey, Y/N," Josh broke your concentration away from the crayon drawings when he called out your name. You looked up to see what he wanted. He raised a brow as a smile spread across his lips. You looked to see that he was holding an old VHS tape. "Want to watch a movie?”

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Ella watched as her daughter quietly sat at the table with a new box of crayons  and a rainbow of construction paper she picked up from the store on the way here. She nervously watched as Y/N quietly continued to draw a picture of her family like the psychologist kindly asked her to do. Ella reached out a tucked a piece of hair out of Y/N’s face, smiling slightly at how much concentration Y/N was putting into the photograph. She was so much like her father. She put effort into everything she did, and took everything so personally.

The move from Kansas to Y/H/S was tough. Her daughter had to say goodbye to everything she loved. Her best friends, her childhood home she grew up in and a chance at starting school Y/N was so excited to attend after taking a tour of it for next year. But Ella couldn’t stay. There were too many memories in that house, too many reminders of what she did. The reason why she moved halfway across the country was for a fresh start. She expected Y/N to have a hard time adjusting. All the parenting books she read was that there was to be expected outbursts and silent treatment from Y/N.

However...Ella didn’t read about the part where her daughter got so angry she blacked out and wouldn’t wake up for ten minutes, having no recollection of the outburst. The doctors said that Y/N just merely overworked herself and anxiety was to blame. She was going through a lot from processing her father’s death and the big move.But then it happened again a few months later.

It was one weekend afternoon, a few weeks before school started, the two of them were at the playground enjoying the sunny weather and making friends. Y/N was playing on the swing set with a possible new friend while Ella chatted away with the mother. All of it seemed like it was going well until she looked over and saw her daughter to see how things were going. Hopeful that Y/N was having a good time as she was, Ella was taken back in horror when she witnessed her daughter grab a fistful of the other little girl’s hair and threw her to the ground.

Y/N didn’t say anything. She didn’t laugh at what she was doing, she didn’t kick the girl like how most bullies would. She just stood there with a blank expression on her face while the girl let out a scream. Her mother bolted for her child as Ella did the same. She pulled Y/N away from the little girl and shook her. She shook her daughter so hard she broke her out of another one of her spells. Y/N came back around, and when she heard her friend crying, she suddenly became worried at what happened. Y/N didn’t realize it was her fault.

Ella tried not to think much about it. Perhaps her daughter learned a thing from John’s kid when she watched them during their time when he was out on hunts. She was happy now they were out of her life. But she couldn’t let out a breath of relief just yet. Because it happened again a week later while Y/N was playing with her dolls. Ella had been watching her, but as she stepped out for a minute when a neighbor came to the door to return some tubberware from a party she threw the other night. The two of them talked for only a few minutes, she left Y/N alone for two minutes tops.

When she came back to check on her daughter, Y/N sat in the middle of the floor, all of her dolls were lined up in a row. But all of their heads were ripped off, their synthetic hairs were all over the floor. Y/N had managed to steal a pair of scissors from the kitchen to chop off her dolls hair before beheading them. Her daughter had that same blank expression on her face...only when Y/N came back around to see all her favorite toys were destroyed, she burst into tears. Because all her friends were dead. And when asked if she did it, Y/N didn’t remember. Ella decided that enough was enough. Something was going on with her daughter.

Ella spent a few days tracking down the best child psychologist in the state. She and Y/N’s pediatrician did all sorts of medical tests when this started happening to her. Y/N was healthy as a four year old could be. There was physically nothing wrong with her. But she was still having these outbursts. Next part would be testing her daughter for a mental disorder. Ella feared the worst. She was raising a future sociopath. The psychologist she met laughed at her concern and reassured her that it was too soon to tell of such thing. They didn’t know her daughter wasn’t conceived the natural way. Azazel did something to her daughter. He had to.

The psychologist decided to start off their first session in a more relaxed state before asking all sorts of questions. Ella would sit with her daughter as she made a few drawings of things she liked and disliked like how the psychologist asked, Y/N smiled from ear to ear and agreed. Ella tried not to look into the two-way mirror that showed her reflection. Behind the glass was a video camera and the psychologist. The psychologist thought it would be better for all of this to be put on tape to look back on to figure out what triggered Y/N. Ella let out a sigh and put a smile on her face, reaching for a pink colored construction paper of the family Y/N drew...

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The Bar

TW: Drinking, attempted rape, date rape drugs

JACK’S POV:

“C’mon, you sure you don’t want to come?” Alex asks. “Yeah. I’ll come another night. I need to finish this painting. Have fun though!” She sighs but relents. “I’ll be home around eleven. I’m the designated driver, so I have to drive everyone home.” I laugh at her expense. Herding drunk newsies into a car is like trying to catch water with a strainer. 

She kisses me goodbye and heads out the door, keys jangling in her hand. I look back at my painting. I have the rough sketch on the canvas. All that’s left is to actually paint. I pull out my paints, deciding which ones to use. I settle on a few greys and some warm colors.

I like painting. It’s calming. The repetitive motion of the brush, the way the colors merge. Reds, yellows, and oranges becoming a sunset. Greys and blacks becoming a mountain. Green and blue becoming the shadows. On the top of the mountain, there is a tiny person. One you wouldn’t notice unless you looked closely.

I lose myself in the art. Time is warped. When I check the clock, only ten minutes has passed. I check again a few moments later, and it’s been two hours. It’s as if I was swirling in a vortex. Drifting through time. My phone plays music. I move the brush along with the beat, choose a color based on the rhythm. 

Fast bouncing rhythms are red. Slow ones are blue. Swirling notes are yellow, like sunshine. The voice of a singer is purple. The sound of the guitar is orange. In my mind, I can see the music. A combination of moving colors. They dance, spinning past each other. 

My phone rings. I pick it up. It’s only ten, but Alex is calling. They must have decided to turn in early. “Hey. You on your way home?” I hear heavy breathing on the other end. “Alex? You there?” I can hear the noise of the bar in the background, a white noise.

“Yes. Don’t feel good.” Her words are slurred. “Are you drunk? I thought you were supposed to be driving home.” 

“Didn’t drink. Ordered a soda. I-I think someone put something in it. I feel wrong.” My eyes widen. My face goes white. “What? I’m coming now. Where are you?” I grab my jacket and shoes, rushing out the door. “In the bathroom. At Jacobi’s.” I jump into the car and race down the street. I break at least three speed limits and run a stop sign, but it doesn’t matter.

“Stay there. Where are the boys?” 

“Don’t know. Got seperated in the crowd. I’m scared, Jack.” Her voice is getting weaker by the moment. “Just hang on sweetheart. I’m almost there.” I hear scuffling on the other end. “Alex? Alex, are you okay?” The line goes dead. “No! Fuck!” I throw my phone onto the seat next to me.

I need to get there now. It might already be too late. My gut churns. I can’t let her get hurt. I need to keep her safe. Fear is all I can feel. It consumes me, pulsing through my veins with every heartbeat. Thoughts run through my head. Of what might be happening right now. Of what I might find.

I finally get to the bar. I park and run out. I push past people waiting in line. They yell and swear at me, but I don’t care. The bar is packed with people. I can’t see any of the other newsies. I shove my way through the crowd, heading towards the bathroom sign. 

I bust open the door. And the image I see there will forever be ingrained in my mind. Alex is on the floor, tears running down her face. Her eyes are full of so much fear. Her shirt has been pulled off. A man is working on unbuttoning her pants. “GET OFF OF HER!” I lunge towards the man. Anger takes over my brain. I’m going to kill this man. I’m going to make him bleed.

The man starts to throw some punches, but he’s a bit drunk. I easily dodge them. I punch his jaw and relish the crack I hear. I hit him again, and again, and again. The man is barely awake when I finish. I drop him to the ground and run over to Alex. She’s curled in a ball against the wall. She’s shaking.

I kneel down and reach out a hand. She flinches and tries to push herself back farther. “Hey. It’s alright. It’s just me. It’s Jack.” She’s breathing hard and fast. She looks up at me. Her eyes are red. And the normal spark I see is no longer there. She looks... broken.

“I need you to breathe for me. In and out.” I do a few breaths and she copies me. “Let’s get your shirt back on.” I grab it and hand it to her. She pulls it over her head. She buttons her jeans, having trouble grasping the tiny buttons with her shaking hands. “It’s alright. You’re safe now.” I say quietly. Her lip quivers. She starts sobbing.

I slowly wrap my arms around her. She clings to me like I’m a life line. I rock her and whisper calming words into her hair. The man who tried to do this is still in the corner passed out. The hatred I have for him is unexplainable. This man tried to rape my girlfriend. He would have if I hadn’t gotten here. And thank God I got here. I don’t know what I would have done if I hadn’t.

“Let’s get you out of here. We need to find the boys.” She nods. I help her up. She presses herself against my shoulder. The sudden noise when we open the door is overwhelming. The two of us weave through the crowd. I find the boys sitting at a table nearby, drinks in hand. They smile and cheer when they see me. They stop when they see Alex.

“What the hell happened?” Race shouts. “A guy put something in her drink.” Their eyes go dark. “Where is he?” Albert hisses. “The bathroom. But we need to go. C’mon.” The boys nod and stand up. But before we can leave, I hear a commotion coming from the other side of the bar.

The man is limping towards us, along with a security guard. “That’s him!” He glares at me. “Sir. We’re going to have to ask you to leave. This man may be pressing charges.” I place Alex behind me. 

“Like hell he will. This man drugged my girlfriend’s drink. He was going to rape her if I hadn’t stopped him. This asshole deserved what he got. And you!” I point at the guards. “You should be keeping an eye on stuff like this. Isn’t that what you’re hired to fucking do?” The guards turn towards the man and he shrinks back. 

“He’s lying!” He yells. He starts to move in my direction, but Spot stands in between us. “Take one more step, and you won’t be able to take a step ever again.” He growls. The rest of the boys gather around him. All of them are itching to take a swing at this guy. 

“You are scum. And I can’t wait to see you rot in a jail cell.” I snarl. The guards grab the man and drag him away. He’s shouting and arguing, but they ignore him. We escort Alex outside, all of us surrounding her like a human shield. All of them are boiling with rage. Alex is one of us. And we protect our own.

“Can we go to the hospital? We need to see what kind of drug he gave you.” She shakily nods her head. Davey, being the only other sober person there, offers to drive the rest of the boys home. I promise to keep them updated. They reluctantly leave. Alex and I get in the car. She’s silent the whole way to the hospital. The only noises are her occasional stuttered breath. 

At the hospital, we’re led to a private room. Alex sits down on the bed. The doctor comes in and asks Alex questions. She holds my hand the whole time. They take a blood sample. They assure us that she’s fine to go home, so they discharge her. We’ll know the result in a day or two. The doctor hands her a resource packet with different numbers and doctors. She doesn’t give it a second look.

She takes a shower when we get home. A long one. While she’s in there I text the boys to let them know what’s going on. All of them are worried sick. All of them want to kill the bastard that did it.

Alex throws her clothes in the trash. Her eyes are red with tears. She looks haunted. She climbs into bed. I’m hesitant to join her. After something like this, people are hesitant to be touched. I ask her. She says she doesn’t want to be alone. I make sure to put space between us. A few moments later, she cuddles against me. I hold her close. 

There will be a lot to do in the future. But for now, we both rest.

A/N: parties and bars can be dangerous. Date rape drugs are easy to slip into drinks, easier than you would think. That’s why it’s so important to try to stay safe when you are partying or out at a bar. Here are some tips:

- NEVER LEAVE YOUR DRINK UNATTENDED.

- You went to the bathroom? That drink is dead to you now. Throw it out.

- Always go with a friend or two. Keep an eye on each other.

- Cover your drink with your hand when holding it.

Rape is never your fault. There are resources and hotlines that you can reach out to for support. You are not alone.

[allonsysilvertongue]

Hi! Could you write something where Joyce and Lonnie are married and having an awful fight and one of the kids calls the police department since they aren't able to stop it and Hopper comes?

Hopper saves Joyce from being attacked by her ex. She breaks downin his arms, and he takes care of her.

Hey, I’m not sure if you are taking requests at the momentbut I thought I would just leave mine here: Lonnie comes back (whether to getback with Joyce or just be a j*** I don’t care) and we get to see Hopper getprotective of Joyce. Anyways keep up the amazing work! I may or may not checkon this story every morning before I head to work to have something to lookforward to when I get home ;)

Since I had a few prompt requests circling around Lonnie, Joyce & Hopper, I decided to do them all together which resulted in this three times, one time thing which grew out of hand. It took me days to write and I’m happy it’s done!

Hawkins: The Upside - The Ex

The three times Jim Hopperstood between Lonnie and Joyce, and the one time he didn’t.

1980

The door to Jonathan’s bedroomslammed closed. Outside, in the living room, Joyce stood her ground, glaring atthe man in front of her.

“We needed the money forthe boys, Lonnie,” Joyce screamed. Her hand was fisted at her side as shetried to control this anger bubbling and clawing out of her. “Schoolreopens in three weeks!”

“Will you calm downalready?” Lonnie’s voice was sharp and loud. “There’s three weeks –I’ll get it back.”

Their argument and shoutingmatches were legendary ever since high school. Back then, people thought it wasendearing that two forces of nature that often clashed could still be togetherbut they were young and their arguments were petty, something that couldeasily be casted aside, something you could close one eye to without anyconsequences. The make-up sex at the back of Lonnie’s car certainly did wondersto smooth ruffle feathers.

Except now…

Now they were both adults withtwo children and things were real. There were consequences. His gambling andmounting debts were not something Joyce could sweep under the rug. She workeddouble shifts whenever she could, leaving her sons with babysitters, just tohave something to feed this family, cloth them and send them to school.

The last thing she needed wasto come home to find out that Lonnie had used the money to place bets in orderto pay off some of his debts… only to lose the bets. It was a vicious cycleand she was tired.

She was so exhausted.

“That’s what you alwayssay and you never get it back,” she gritted her teeth.“You’re a fucking scum, Lonnie.”

She turned to walk away butLonnie grabbed her by the elbow.

“Hey,” he snarled,his face turning ugly. “You don’t get to say shit like that to me.”

“I can say whatever Iwant to say, Lonnie. I’m the one pulling all the weight around here.You’re out there losing my money on gambling and on your whores. Oh, Iknow about them,” Joyce scoffed when Lonnie’s eyes widened imperceptiblyat that accusation. “You should be ashamed of yourself. They’re young andyou’re…”

She gestured at him only toend up shaking her head. There was no use talking to him. It was always just inone ear and out another. Besides, hadn’t she told herself years ago whenJonathan was ten that Lonnie would only end up disappointing her?

“I’m what…?”

The obvious challenge for herto finish her sentence flashed through his eyes.

“You’re trash.”

And wasn’t that the truth? Shekept having to throw him out only for him to come crawling back because ‘Joyce,I need some money’ or ’Babe, you have to bail me outta this’.

“Fuck you, Joyce,” Lonniespat, shoving her roughly away from him.

The unexpected force causedher to stumble and crashed on the table. The bottles of vodka and whiskeyshattered to the floor, the beer cans clattered noisily. When she tried to pushherself up, she hissed in pain, realising belatedly that she had cut her arm onone of the broken shards.

She looked up at the sounds ofhurried footsteps to see her children running out of Jonathan’s room. Heroldest took one look at the scene and stepped between his parents. Will wasstaring at the cut on her arm, eyes wide and in shocked. Instinctively, Joycecovered her wound, more to protect Will than herself.

“Get out of my way,boy,” Lonnie growled. Jonathan only clenched his jaws which made Lonnie laughedin his face. “You look so much like your mother like that – thought you’dbe more like me.”

With that, he pushed passedJonathan towards Joyce, sending Will scrambling away. Lonnie towered over her.

“I told you I’d get itback, Joyce,” he said quietly, crouching down so they were eye to eye.

He reached out to touch her armbut she pulled away, glaring at him defiantly.

“You didn’t have to getall pissy. None of this would have happened… right?”

She chuckled bitterly. Healways had a way of turning it around and making it her fault. It wasnever his. It was always something she did that made him act the way heacted. Joyce pushed on his chest when he tried to help her up.

“Don’t be a bitchnow,” he warned, keeping his voice low.

“I will when you stopbeing such a bastard. I want you to get me all that money back by tomorrow youhear me? By tomorrow, Lonnie! I need to get them new shoes and books.”

“If I said I’ll get itthen I’ll get - ”

He stopped abruptly at thesound of the police siren approaching the house. Lonnie looked behind hisshoulder at the two boys.

“Who called the fuckingcops?”

“I – It was me,”Will stammered, peeking out from behind the wall. “I was scared and you –you were hurting mom and - ”

“Hawkins Chief of Police,open the door.”

The pounding on the door wasloud, insistent and had the attention of all four Byers.

Lonnie shot Will a disgruntledlook, muttering an expletive that sounded suspiciously like ‘fag’ under his breath which made Joycekicked him on his leg as he stood up from where he was crouched next to her. Atthe door, he pulled it open.

“Hey, Chief,” Lonnie grunted.

“We had a call. Just here tocheck it out.”

“Oh, yeah, about that… See,the kid, he was just fooling around. You know how kids are.”

“Fooling around… Wasn’tthe impression I had, Byers. Your kid sounded scared.”

Joyce could imagine the lookon Lonnie’s face; could picture the way his eyes twitched like it always didwhen he tried to suppress the annoyance he was feeling.

“This one’s an oddball.He’s scared of everything,” Lonnie snorted. “You’re just wasting your timehere, Jimmy.”

Joyce bit her lip. If therewas one sure fire way to annoy Hopper, it was to call him by that nickname.

“Step back, Byers. Let me takea look inside. I’ll need to talk to your son, make sure everything’s fine andif it is, I’ll file a quick statement to that effect. The quicker this is done,the faster I’ll be out of here.

Still, Lonnie stood steadfastby the door, refusing to budge an inch.

“Come on, Jimmy, don’t tell meyou’ve never fought with your wife? You must have that’s why she’s an ex now, isn’t she?” Lonnie snickeredwhen he saw the way Hopper’s eyes hardened just as he clenched his jaws. “Joyceand I… We had some petty quarrel, alright. Nothing for you cops to get involvedin.”

Ignoring him completely,Hopper raised his voice so he could be heard, “Hey, kid, you alright in there?”

"Yeah,” Will answered,his voice shaking a little, “but my mom is bleeding!”

Hopper arched an eyebrow.

“Move back.”

Lonnie hung his head, exhaledin irritation but stepped aside this time round. Hopper stepped into the room,his presence suddenly felt large and looming in their small space. Still, thesudden feeling of security that Joyce felt right then was overwhelming.

Hopper took in the sight ofthe living room. His gaze landed on Joyce in an instant, standing next to thebroken coffee table, cradling her injured arm.

“Joyce,” Hopper started,taking a step forward. “Are you okay?”

"She fell,” Lonnieshrugged.

Joyce looked away, fixing herstare on her worn out shoes, suddenly ashamed to face Hopper’s intense scrutinisation.They had been quite a pair – she and Hopper. They had been uninhibited, freeand loud. They had done what they damn well please regardless of anyone oranything. Look at her now… In a loveless marriage, trying hard to meet endsmeet.

When Hopper turned to faceLonnie, it was then that Joyce raised her head, realising at once that Hopper’sbig frame had effectively blocked Lonnie from her.

“What – she just so happen tofall?”

“Yeah,” Lonnie replied,unconcerned. “Clumsy, ain’t you, babe?”

Still keeping an eye onLonnie, Hopped addressed the boys. “What happened, kids?”

Between the nervous stammersand stutters, Jonathan and Will managed to tell him of the argument they couldhear through the door and how Will had been so scared he had called the police.

“Alright, Byers, you’recoming with - ”

Hopper stopped mid-sentencewhen he felt shaking hand on his arm.

“I just need the clinic,that’s all.”

“You can press charges.You can let him rot in jail.” Hopper spoke to her under his breath so Lonniewouldn’t pick up on it. "You should - ”

“I don’t need another manto tell me what to do,” Joyce cut him off. “I got it.”

Hopper said nothing. If theside glance was anything to go by, he didn’t look like he believed her but shemade her decision and it was out of his hands.

Two weeks later, as he stoodin front of the counter she was manning, waiting for her to bag the pack ofbeers and cigarettes, she told him quietly.

“I’m divorcing him.”

Hopper glanced up but she wasn’tlooking at him.

“Good,” he muttered. “Horowitzis a better name than Byers.”

1982

It had taken a full year andnumerous shouting matches before Lonnie finally signed the divorce papers. Bythe time it was finalised, her anxiety that skyrocketed and she had beensmoking a pack a day much to Jonathan’s worry. But the boy had been her buoy, alwaysmaking her sure she kept her head up, whipping meals for his brother when shewas too distraught to even tell salt from sugar and taking on a job despite herdisagreement the moment he realised that whatever money Joyce had, she was spendingit on legal fees for the divorce.

It was summer and with schoolout, Lonnie had taken Will to a baseball game. Jonathan had gone along if onlyto be there for his brother.

That was yesterday.

Her ex-husband had promised tohave them both back by this afternoon, not that his word meant shit, but Joycehad held on to that regardless. Now, the sun was already setting and her sonswere still not home.

Naturally, she had calledLonnie multiples times but the phone went unanswered. So she finally decided tohead down to the police station.

“I think he’s kidnapped mysons,” Joyce declared, barging into the Chief’s office.

Hopper looked up from his deskand then behind Joyce to where Flo was standing there, looking at him with anapologetic shrug.

He frowned, annoyed that hisafternoon was interrupted just when his shift was about to end. “What?”

“You heard me. Thatbastard Lonnie took my sons and they’re not back yet.”

“Uh, Joyce,” hepinched the bridge of his nose, “did you call him?”

“Of course, I did,Hopper,” she huffed. “I need to file a missing person - ”

“That’s not how it works.They’re with a parent and - ”

“They’re not home yet.”

“They’re not but you knowwhere they are,” Hopper argued, “and who they’re with.”

“Are you even listening to me,Hop? They’re supposed to be back by now but they’re not. Is there anything thisstation can do? Send a patrol car out or – “

“I can’t send a patrol car outto Indianapolis, Joyce. There’s a waiting period for – “

She gritted her teeth.

“I know they’re with theirfather, Hop, but what if – what if he’s not allowing them to leave? Or – Or he’skeeping them there to spite me?”

“He won’t want to keep thosekids around longer than necessary,” Hopper tried to comfort her. “He’ll havethem back. Why don’t you – uh – why don’t you head home and try to get somesleep?”

“Is that it? That’s your bigadvise? Get some sleep?”

With a huff, Joyce stormedout. Hopper stared after her, debating with himself if it really was worth theeffort. In the end, and with a loud curse, he grabbed his hat and ran afterher.

“You’re not driving out there,” he rapped on her window. “I’ll go. I can’t senda patrol car but I can go, I’m off duty.”

“Why?” Joyce looked up at him,squinting against the bright glare from the lamp post.

He couldn’t answer her but thelast time he had seen Joyce with Lonnie Byers, she was bleeding from her arm.He didn’t want to know what she would or could do to provoke Byers in the nameof her children.

“Head back home. I’ll get yourkids.”

It wasn’t even his job. Heexhaled and yet, for the sake of an old friend…

February - 1984

“You have some nervecoming back here telling me you’re taking Will to a see a psychiatrist inIndianapolis. What would you even know about my son?” she glowered.

“I know something ain’t rightwith the boy after what happened. First they found his body in the quarry onlyfor it not to be him? Come on, babe, how stupid do you think I am? You ain’ttelling me the whole story, that’s fine, but don’t tell me the boy came out ofthat okay. So he’s coming with me.”

“He is not,” she counteredfiercely. “If you lay a hand on him I’ll – “

Lonnie’s lips curled into amalicious sneer. “You’ll what? Call the cops? Hopper’s still Chief, eh?”

Maybe she would do just that,she thought.

Hopper had been waiting for achance to knock Lonnie out cold since they were teenagers, and Hopper woulddefinitely know that Will would be better off with her. He would take steps toensure her son remain in Hawkins.

"He’s my kid too,Joyce.”

“Suddenly he’s yourkid?” She laughed. “Oh no, Lonnie, I know what you’re up to. The onlyreason you want to bring him back to Indianapolis to get checked is so you can milkit out. I don’t know how you’re going to do that but I know you, yousleazy piece of garbage.”

“Everything alright here?”

Joyce could cheer but she didn’t.Still, she was immensely glad to see Hopper driving up the school driveway. Hiscar was on idle, the windows had been rolled down and a hand was hanging out ofthe window as he leaned forward.

“If it isn’t big old JimHopper coming in to save the day,” Lonnie sniggered. “Ran out of drunks tothrow in the tank, Jimmy? What the hell are you doing at a middle school?Harrassing children part of your new hobby now?”

“Could say the same about you,”Hopper grinned mockingly. “Harrassing a woman something you’re into? Whensomeone tells me that Lonnie Byers is in town, I find that it’s my civic dutyto make sure you’re not causing trouble. Looks like I’m right about that.”

That remarked must have hit anerve because Lonnie looked like the time for disdainful exchange was over.

“Fuck off, Hopper. We’rehaving a private conversation here and it’s none of your business.”

Behind Lonnie, Joyce wasshaking her head silently. She saw the way Hopper’s gaze shifted from Lonnie toher and back to him again.

“Indianapolis finally realisedwhat kind of jerk you are and kicked you out?“

"Surprised Hawkins stilldidn’t realise that about you, Hopper. Fuck off, yeah? Not saying it again.”

The bell from the school rangout.

“You can do better thanthat,” Hopper scoffed but by then he had already alighted from his truck,planting himself right in front of Joyce and shielding her.

The school door burst open andthrongs of students filed out. Out of the corner of her eyes, Joyce spottedWill coming out of his school followed by Mike, Dustin, Lucas and Max. The rareright of the three adults standing by the street halted them in their steps. Amongsthis friends, Will recovered first. He hurried over and stood next to Joyce,behind Hopper.

Lonnie narrowed his eyes atWill clearly taking sides.

“We’re going,” Joycedeclared, ushering her son back to her car.

She saw Lonnie trying tofollow, heard his voice rang sharp calling for her name but when she glancedover her shoulder, she saw Hopper had his hand on Lonnie’s chest, stopping himfrom taking a step further to follow them.

She made a mental note tothank Hopper the next time they see each other during Dr. Owen’s appointment atHawkins Lab.

December – 1984

Somewhere between Hoppersthird eggnog and fifth, and watching the boys giggling as they tried to put up mistletoe,Lonnie Byers had barged into the house.

He swayed on his feet,watching wild-eyed in confusion at the six children and three teenagersgathered there. Hopper rose on his feet, his first instinct was to protect El.He stood next to his girl, hand on her shoulder.

“You having a party?” Heturned, waving an accusing finger at Joyce. “When was the last time we had a Christmas party, babe?”

“Get out of my house,” Joycedemanded.

It was beautiful, the thoughtcame unbidden to Hopper’s mind, to see Joyce stand up to Lonnie. It wasbeautiful to see the way her eyes flared in anger, to see her stand tall. Shehad gone to the ends of the earth and battled monsters to get to her son.

This man, standing confused atthe sudden authoritative attitude, was no match for her. He knew it. Jonathanknew it. Everybody else in the room could sense it but not Lonnie.

“Look,” Lonnie slurred, “justcame to ask if I could get a grand. I’ll get it back soon as I hit a jackpot.”

“Screw you, Lonnie,” Joycesaid before she landed a punch on her ex-husband’s face.

Hopper heard the sickeningcrunch. He had been in enough fist fight growing up to know a broken nose whenhe heard one. Seeing Joyce knock Lonnie out was one of the best things ChiefJim Hopper had ever witnessed.

He wasn’t even going to bookher in for assault.

As Jonathan stared and Willtried to make sense of what just happened, Hopper laughed.

Lonnie Byers deserved it forbarging in during Christmas dinner as if he was still living in that house.

As usual, you can leave me Jopper prompts!

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Would you write about the RFA reacting to MC previously being in an abusive relationship, but she never tells them and then some how they find out?

I love this angsty-ish request, I’m a sucker for writing the RFA and friends as super protective over their lover! I appreciate your patience with me so to make up for it, I tried to make these a bit longer! Thank you for the request and I hope that you enjoy!! ^^

Yoosung

You and Yoosung were at the grocery store for your weekly visit

Yoosung could be a picky eater so he would sometimes stray away from you to look at different aisles that interested him

Today wasn’t a good day to do so because when Yoosung was walking back to find where you were with his bags of chips in hand, he froze when he saw who you were with

A tall man was firmly grabbing your wrist and harshly whispered rotten things into your ear, saying that if you screamed for help he’d kill you

Yoosung felt his blood boil as he threw the chips to the ground and ripped the man away from you, staring daggers into the man’s eyes as he threatened the man

“If you ever lay a hand on my girlfriend again I will destroy you. Leave now or else I’ll make sure you never walk again you piece of trash.”

As Yoosung spat his words, the man fled from the store leaving you shaken but quickly thanking Yoosung

After leaving he store, the two of you sat in the car as you explained the man was your ex-boyfriend who abused you verbally and on some days physically

Yoosung’s possessiveness started to seep through as he considered going out to murder the man but you laid a gently hand on top of his, telling him it wasn’t worth it

After that day Yoosung took you and himself to self-defense classes in case your ex-boyfriend ever tried anything again and the two of you would now be more prepared

Every night you would fall asleep with Yoosung’s warm arms around you as he would assure you that harm would never come to you again

Zen

Zen was excited as he held your hand, leading you to the entrance of a party celebrating another successful musical production

You seemed a little nervous but Zen lovingly kissed your cheek, reminding you that he wouldn’t leave your side that night

When the two of you got inside, it was a dimly lighted area, similar to a club, making you grasp onto Zen’s hand tighter

Zen gave your hand a reassuring squeeze and you felt yourself start to relax until you heard an all too familiar voice call your name

You turned around to see your ex-boyfriend looking a bit drunk making you yelp and hide behind Zen’s tall figure

Your ex-boyfriend tried to coax you with filthy lies about wanting to get back together with you because he missed you but you could see the hatred in his eyes, making you tremble behind Zen

He knew something was wrong so he politely told your ex that you weren’t feeling well and that he had to take you home

But your ex wasn’t having it, he roughing grabbed you by the waist and raised his hand ready to strike you until Zen punched the douchebag in the face

“Don’t you even dare think about touching my MC again got it? You will never see the light of day again if you even come near her, get lost you disgusting rat.”

Zen’s threat made your ex scurry away as you shakily thanked Zen

He carefully wrapped his arms around you and led you home, apologizing for everything and asking who your ex was

You explained to Zen that your ex-boyfriend wasn’t a very nice person, he would punish and belittle you if you even glance in another man’s direction

Zen tried to calm down his building rage but you reminded him that your ex was gone now making Zen feel slightly better

That night, you were showered with kisses by Zen and when you fell asleep in his arms, he called some of his old gang friends to deal with your ex as Zen vowed to always protect you from harm

Jaehee

Your cheery and bright attitude was something that Jaehee loved about you

But it seemed that you were more on edge lately and didn’t want to leave the house

Jaehee is typically a calm person but she was becoming flustered since you didn’t want to say what was wrong

One day, Jaehee went out to get some supplies and asked you to watch the cafe, which you hesitantly agreed to

Jaehee hummed happily to herself as she casually walked back to the cafe but she felt her blood run cold whenever she saw a man cornering you in the cafe through the window

She bolted into the cafe and shouted your name, causing both the man and you to look at her

The man slung his arm around you and roughly squeezed your shoulder, telling Jaehee that you and him were going to take a walk and chat

Jaehee could see the fear in your eyes so without thinking, she grabbed a cup of hot coffee and dumped in on his face

“Get the hell out of my cafe you scum bag. Run as fast as you can because I’m calling the police on you now you filthy jerk.”

The man cursed at Jaehee’s words and ran out of the cafe, making you sigh in relief

Jaehee helped you sit down, giving you a cup of calming tea as you explained that the man was your ex-boyfriend who you broke up with because of his abusive tendencies

He found out that you worked at the cafe with Jaehee and wanted to try and get back together with you

Seeing you so shaken up made Jaehee regret leaving you alone so she promised that your ex would never bother you again

Jaehee made you promise to tell her anytime something was wrong because this woman was never going to let you feel fear like that ever again

Jumin

Jumin would often ask about your past relationships in hopes of learning from them and become a better boyfriend

But you would always quickly deny talking about your past relationships, usually quickly changing the subject

While Jumin found this strange, he figured he shouldn’t pry and tried his best to be more aware of your feelings

Jumin was always adamant about having security guards with you at all times but since it was the holiday season, they were short staffed

One night you were walking back to Jumin’s penthouse when you felt someone’s presence behind you, following you

You sent Jumin a quick text ‘Send help. Being followed.“ And when you hit send you felt the unknown person roughly spin you around

The man turned out to be your ex-boyfriend who shoved you into the entrance of the penthouse

Your ex furiously yelled at you for leaving him and grabbed your hair as he spat in your face

Just when he was about to drag you away, you saw your ex-boyfriend get knocked unconscious revealing Jumin with a metal baseball bat

“That’s what you get for daring to touch my MC. Security will come and take your sorry ass to jail you trash.”

You collapsed in Jumin’s arms and he ran his long fingers through your hair in a comforting way

Jumin carried you to the bedroom where he took off his work jacket and laid down next to you

You shakily explained to Jumin that the man was your ex-boyfriend who you broke up with because he abused you physically, verbally, and worst of all, once sexually

Jumin froze at your words but wanted to calm you down before he personally would destroy your ex-boyfriend’s life

From that day on, you never heard a peep from your ex again and you had a feeling Jumin did something but you didn’t ask

Jumin made more time in his schedule to spend with you because you are the most precious person in his life and no one ever laid a finger on you again

Seven

When Seven did his background search on you when you first entered the chart room, he knew something was wrong

Seeing your medical records made Seven wonder if someone had been abusive in your past since your injuries seemed similar to his and his brother’s injuries from the past

But Seven knew how sensitive the topic of abuse could be so he waited until you brought the topic up

So when he suggested going out on a date at a local restaurant, you were hesitant but eventually agreed

You were nervous the entire time making Seven ask multiple times if you wanted to leave

Before you could answer him, a man walked behind you and Seven as he shoved Seven to the ground and grabbed your wrist and started to drag you as you fought against him

Seven had no idea who this man was but seeing you in pain made him feel more anger than he felt in a long time

Using his agency training skills, Seven took the man down, throwing him to the floor and breaking the man’s knees

“Rot in hell you disgusting excuse for a human. I’m going to ruin you, you’ll never hurt my MC ever again.“

After getting his information, Seven held you close to him as he walked you both home

You apologized for not telling Seven sooner but the man was your ex-boyfriend who use to abuse you anytime you would leave the house without him

All of the pieces clicked for Seven as he smothered you with cuddles for the rest of the night, promising that your ex would never hurt you again

Seven taught you some self-defense moves in case he wasn’t around which would rarely occur since this boy was at your side to make sure no one would hurt you ever again

[thehoneybuddhadefender]

Sry to bother you. I feel so worthless and shit rn. Iknowudonttakerequests but if you could sometime do one where mcs dad is abusive af (like murdered her hole family) and rfa+v&saeran wants to see her parents so she takes them to see him into prison

I tried ;\ and i hope you’re feeling better now! And i hope you like it!

 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Yoosung

When Yoosung mention how much he want to meet your family and how flustered he's about it because he wants to cause a good impression...You just sigh

Ok, something is wrong...You already know his family...What's wrong when he want to meet yours?

Maybe...Maybe you don't want to because think he's less than a man.

This makes him sad and you realize it.

Then you say to him...All your history.

He feels bad, really...

"If you want to meet him...We can go"

He doesn't want to go there! He doesn't want to see you sad!

"MC... We don't need to"

"Now we will..."

And when the day of the visit comes, you're trembling, Yoosung is scary too...But when he sees you like that...Something in him changes.

When he sees your father, he looks at you "...Stay here" He walks to him, while you're looking at the man who destroyed your life.

Yoosung looks at his eyes, with his eyes so dark, before your father could say something "Don't say anything you scum...We made a mistake of coming here..."

Yoosung got closer to the man " Me and your daughter will have kids...And you will never see them...And if you try to make contact with MC or my future child in any way, i'll be the one who will be behind bars, because i’ll kill you!"

Yoosung goes to you, ignoring that man, if he thinks about someone who did something wrong with you...He'll be so angry...He might do something he can regret.

He reaches you,he holds your hand and smile "Let's go home, darling..."

Zen

He really wants to meet your family!

More people to impress ;)

But you never seem to let him, so he's a little bit grumpy.

When you said that he'll meet your father, he's so happy!

Ok MC...So why are we in a prison?OOOOh your father is a cop?

When you see your father, he was a little bit distant, but you're afraid of him.

"MC...Why are you shaking?"

When he looks in the direction that you're seeing he sees that man...Looks quite familiar...Wait...Is he your father?

"MC...Is that man your father...Why he's here?Did he steal something?"

And then you tell the motive why your father was here.

Zen wanted to run to that man and punch him, he wanted to stop him and be your knight...But he knows he can't go back in time.

He's trying not to kill your father right there, he'll not scream and not let you worst, so he puts his hand on your waist "Let's go home, Princes..." 

He'll be your knight, so the best thing he can do right now is going away from that man with you.

You're safe now MC.

Jaehee

You always told her that your relatives are dead too...

She doesn't care about it, actually, she understands.

But you never talked about one person in particular.

Your father.

She's curious, is your father alive? Why don't you talk about him like you talk about your mom? Sister or brothers (If you have any)

She doesn't want to feel like an annoying woman, but she wants to know...She told you about her life, you don't trust her?

"MC... If your father's alive...Then i want to meet him"

You look at her "Ok..."

And then you guys go to prison, when you two are there you told her all the story.

She froze...Now she knows why you don't want to talk about that.

She wants to go away, but when your father looks at you two, he starts to talk about how low you step and now you're a lesbian.

"That's nothing wrong with your daughter loving who she wants to love " Jaehee stepped up "I would pray for your soul, sir...But your soul is already in hell" She sigh and look at you

"Sorry for making you come here...Let's go home" She holds your hand tightly like she wants to reassure you...She was there.

And like that, you guys go home.

Jumin

He wants to meet your family, you know how much family means to him.

And you don't let him meet yours...This is kind offensive to him.

Maybe you're so distant from your family? This can't happen MC.

"...I only have my father now Jumin"

So you're basically like him, right?

"Well, so let me meet him."

"...You don't understand...I only have him because he murdered all my family"

He didn't expect that.

He hugs you, tightly, saying how sorry he was for remembering you this.

Jumin uses his powers to have a little talk in particular with your father, you know, he knows some powerful people.

When Jumin enters that room where your father was, your father already can see how powerful Jumin were, your father laugh, Jumin hits the table with his fist.

"If you say one word...I'll make your life a living hell...So just listen...I know what you have done to my wife's family...So clearly you don't know what is family..." Jumin give to your father a pencil and a paper

"Write how sorry you're there...And it's better for you to do what i said...If you don't i'll make those guards there break your arms and legs...If you do i'll let you go to your cell again...But without a bruise...This is a promise, my word."

Your father listened to him and write that down, Jumin picked up the paper when he's finished and read it, after that he throw it in the trash "This is what your "sorry" and you belong in the trash...You're worthless...Unlike your daughter...She’s the woman i love, the only person that i would give my life to...And you messed up her life!" He sigh and as he was going out he look at the guards "You guys can give him something he can remember of"

You father stood up "You fucker! You promised...! You gave your word!"

Jumin look at him, giving him a little grin "I have sure you promised them that you would change, and you killed them, and my words...Well, your teeth's will look like my words right now..." He laughs and starts to walk again as the guards are walking towards your father

"Broken."

707

He knows it...In the beginning, he did a background check on you...

But after all the time that he talks about your family...You seem sad.

And change the subject.

He knows that you're hiding something.

So he makes a background check again...But on your relatives.

He's so surprised when he knows what your father did.

But no, Seven wouldn't want to meet him or something like that, he knows how this hurts.

Everything can go wrong and you can be ok...But when it's your family...He knows how hard it can be.

He'll persist that you talk with him about that, it'll make you feel better.

If you do, he'll listen and hugs you, reassuring him that this was in the past.

If you don't, he'll understand and reassure you that he's there if you change your mind.

But you must know what...You'll have a better future and that man will never hurt you again.

He’ll protect you...With his life.

V

He really wants to know your parents, so he can thank them for bringing you into this world.

When you don't want to talk about it, he respects your decision.

But he can't avoid feeling sad...

You know this is hard for him, he keeps thinking and thinking about that.

So you tell him...If he wants to meet him, he'll.

You take him to the prison, he doesn't quite understand why there...He can't see very well, but he's not dumb, he can hear.

When you walk with him to your father, you tell him all the story as you to walk...You tell him why your father was there.

When he's there, in the front of your father, his face still are filled with surprise.

Your father laugh "Oh, now you're with a blind dude? You're worthy of pity, he has luck, he can't see you"

V just smiles "I can't see, sir...But my heart is telling me that you're disgusting" He said calmly, hugging you from the side and before you father could say anything offensive V cut him off

"I hope you rot in prison, i'm blind, but i have a future ahead of me...The only thing that's ahead of you is a prison cell"

“Let’s go love...” And like that he goes away with you, saying how sorry he was for insisting 

Saeran

He doesn't like to know people, he feels pressure about that and he doesn't like people too...

Yeah.

But when you don't even mention your family...This is kind intriguing to him.

So he'll be asking and asking...Until you make the reveal.

He's so angry about that pig...He wants to kill that man!

He asks to Saeyoung if he could do something to help him, he says to Saeyoung that he only wants to meet your family, and that's all.

But you will stay at home...He lies, he says that you're sick.

Saeyoung buys his brothers lies and helps him.

He has a chance to see your father, Saeyoung is observing Saeran...He hacked on the security cameras of the prison.

Saeran looks at your father and jumps on him, starting to punch him so much

Some guards take him off your father while he curses things like "You're a pig" "You're disgusting".

Saeran's in jail now.

But this doesn't last long because Saeyoung talks with Jumin about everything, and Jumin did something and now Saeran is free.

He's home with a smile on his face.

If you ask him where he was, he said he was with Saeyoung.

This’ll be a secret...