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sammy-gvf · 4 years ago

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We get along (for the most part)

Chapter 4

Lee Bodecker X OC —————————————————-----

Warnings: none just some cursing

MINORS DNI!! this story will get 18+!!

Other chapters are pinned on my profile in my masterlist

I am so sorry for the wait!! I wanted to make sure this looks good!

ALSO HUGE SHOUT OUT TO @please-buckme for going in and editing for me!! You’re a rock star, mamas! ❤️

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Friday

After having classes all week, I like to unwind at Lilly’s house with a few alcoholic beverages. We used to drink and smoke cigarettes all weekend long when we were teenagers, since we aren't anymore and we both work and attend college classes we barely have time to see each other.

Stepping out of my car onto the sidewalk of Lilly's house, I see Mrs. Bodecker on the porch of their new home. She has her radio up quite loud to where I can hear the song “ California Dreamin’ By The Mamas and the Papas. I walk myself up to the bottom of her steps and I say

“Heard the news about the house, congratulations! How do ya like it so far?” I say loud enough to get her attention. The house is a white wood 2 story house with plenty of windows to let sunlight shine through in the early morning hours.

“Oh! Maggy!” Ruth exclaimed “You scared me dear, the house is great so far.” She says bending over to turn down her radio that's by her feet. “Lee and I are settling in quite nicely. Just wish there were some younger couples around is’ll.” She says as she walks down the porch steps to give me a side hug.

Reciprocating the hug, I give her a smile and say “Well, Lilly lives here” I point over to the house to the right of her, “We are both 22 and hangout quite a bit. I guess that's considered young, huh?” I smile.

She looks up in surprise, “You girls are 22? I'm only 25!” she says with an excited tone grabbing my hand.

“You're only 25? I thought you were older!” I say surprised, I cross my arms and cock my head to the side.

“A lot of people do. It's because Lee is older.” She says, starting to walk back up her porch steps. “Lee is 32, a little bit of an age gap but it's all good” She explains smiling and sitting down on the bench again.

“Well, yeah. Lee is a little bit older.” I say smiling “I guess if yall love each other, age don't mean nothin.” I start to walk away.

“What you got there?” She asks, eyein the brown bag in my arms, I pull out the bottle of wine and show her.

“Lilly and I are going to drink a little tonight.” I say looking at her “ Would ya maybe want to join us?” I ask her with a questioning tone. She instantly peps up and runs hurriedly towards me.

“That would be wonderful. I don't get out much.” She says holding my arm.

I look at her with a smile “We are starting around 8 tonight, stop on over when you can.” I say as I walk away from her and onto Lilly’s front steps.

Giving a small knock, I welcomed myself into her home and I placed the bottle of wine in the fridge. Looking around, it looks like her family is out for the night or maybe the weekend. Her family ain't all here in Knockemstiff, they get out of town and travel about an hour or two to visit grandparents or cousins.

“Lilly, you here?” I yell into the empty house “I brought wine!” I exclaim, looking around her house. “Lils? Where are you?” I say as I walk down the hallway to her room.

There she was, taking a nap as she frequently did after a long day of work and school. I smile and look down at her, sitting down on the side of her bed and sweep some hair behind her ear, trying to wake her up a bit.

“Hmmm,” She starts to mumble as she is slowly starting to wake up. I touch her hair one more time, sweeping a piece of her brunette hair behind her ear. “Come on, Lilly. Time to wake up, bug.” I say.

Opening her blue eyes, she smiles at me and starts to stretch. Slowly waking her body back up, she sits up in bed and rubs her eyes.

“Goodness, what time is it?” She asks in a sleepy tone.

“It's about 6:50 pm” I say chuckling, she looks up apologetically and starts to get up.

“ I am so sorry! I thought that I reminded my brother to wake me up before they had left for the weekend but I guess he forgot.” She says turning her body to the side and stepping out of the bed. Her feet hit the floor with a light thud and she walks towards her closet to get changed.

Her room is lit up by the sunlight coming through her windows, the white of the walls are illuminated by the light. Her bed is in the middle of the room with two bedside tables on either side of the bed. The room is fairly clean with the exception of a few shirts lying around and the doors of her closet being open.

She pulls out a light green dress to wear around the house, since no one is here she doesn't really have to worry about looking proper. We have the house to ourselves frequently, maybe once or twice a month. We have never had full on parties but we have had a few people over from high school before. Most of the people we were close with moved out of Knockemstiff after we had graduated. Good on them for escaping this town.

“Hey,” I say towards her while her back is still turned to me. “I invited Ruth over. Ya know, the Sheriff's wife.” She turns around and gives me a “huh” kind of look.

“What do you mean? Isn't she older or something?” She asks pulling out the dress and immediately changing into it, “I thought I saw her before out hangin laundry.” She says, turning towards me.

“Actually, Ruth is only 25. She ain't much older than us.” I say, looking at Lilly. “I thought she was a lot older too because she's married to Le- I mean the Sheriff.” Lilly turns around and gives me an eye.

“Oh, so now you and the Sheriff are on a first name basis?” She says with a smirk on her face, walking towards me she stands in front of me with her hands on her hips.

I smirk a little, “I mean, yeah, we are but that's because he’s been watching me since I was a teenager. He thinks he is eventually going to catch me doing something and get me in trouble.” I say looking down at my lap and I chuckle a bit.

“Well, that sounds fine that she’s comin over.” She says sitting down next to me on the bed. “But he’s bothering’ you, you say? Have you told anyone?”

“Yeah, he's botherin me a bit. I was at church, and all, with my folks on Sunday and he got a lil close.” I say as I lower my head to look down into my lap.

“Why don't you say something?” she says looking at me with a puzzled look.

I get up off her bed and start to pace back and forth in front of her, “What can I even say? He's the sheriff!” I say as I stop in front of her. “Who would believe me?”

She gets up off of her bed and walks towards me, “I would. Hell, maybe his wife would too.” She says as she grabs my hand and starts to drag me out of her room, speed walking towards the front door.

I grab her hand and try to get her to stop, but then we hear a knock on the front door.

“Of course, when I’m tryin to get you to do the right thing, something interrupts me” She says as she treads towards the door, I follow behind her.

We arrive at the door to find a giddy Ruth waiting at the door with a smile. Her brown hair is done up with a bandanna. She's wearing a plain tan t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Lily smiles in return and lets her in.

“Hey ladies! Ready to have a girls night?” She says as she comes in and steps past Lilly. “I don't think I’ve had one of these since I was in high school.”

We turn around and watch as she stands near us, “Well, where are we partying?” She asks as she does a little shimmy towards us.

Lilly and I look at each other and give a little shoulder shrug and we all plop down on the couch in her living room.

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A few hours go by. Laughter, words exchanged and questions asked. We found out that Ruth was in college before she met Lee, and wanted to become a journalist.

When she found out that she could no longer afford to finish school, when she was halfway through her senior year of college, she dropped out and started working; hoping that she could make enough to go back.

Then she met him.

“Lee swept me off my lil feet.” She says in a southern drawl as she takes a swig of the bottle we are sharing, “He was charmin’. Talked the talk and walked the walk.” she slumped back into the couch behind her and spread her legs apart to get more comfortable.

I turn towards her and give her a questioning look, “Answer me, honestly.” I cock my head to the side, “Why Lee? You're a good lookin’ gal and a smart one at that.” I say taking a swig of the wine bottle.

She looks over at me and gives me a drunken smile, leaning forward onto her thighs with her elbows putting her face into her hands. “Why Lee?” she asks in response to my question.

“It kind of looks like she is thinking really hard about this question” I think to myself

“Well, he takes care of me.” She says as she reaches into her back pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. “Not to mention the pay from him bein’ the sheriff ain't too bad either.”

Lilly and I look at each other surprised as she takes the cigarettes out, lights it up and offers us some from the pack.

We take the cigarettes happily and both get a light from her already lit cigarette.

“So you don't love him?” Lilly asks as she sits on the floor leaning against the couch, taking a drag of her cigarette and a swig of the wine.

Ruth looks over at her and takes a drag from her cigarette, “I do but he never lets me go anywhere that ain't the house or church.” she says, “Hell, I could be in trouble for being here right now.” She laughs and Lilly and I give each other a look.

Lilly and I both stand up and excuse ourselves, leaving Ruth in the living room by herself as we speed to the bathroom. We hurry into the tiny bathroom, shut the door behind us and lock it.

I whisper, “Shit Lil, what are we gonna do if he finds out she's here?”

She looks at me in utter fear, grabs my hand and responds saying, “I don't know, but she's gotta go, Mags.” I shake my head, we both take a deep breath and head back out to the living room.

Ruth is passed out on the couch.

Fuck me.

We stop in our tracks and we both gasp, fear instantly striking us as we hear a door slam next door and a voice yelling,

“God fucking damnnit, where are you Ruth!” Lee yells.

The room is silent. The only thing making sound is the small snores coming from Ruth.

Lilly and I shoot each other a look, knowing we have to move fast.

“What if he just thinks she left him?” Lilly whispers to me as we move around slowly, not to make any sudden loud noises.

“He aint dumb, Lil.” I say looking her in the eyes from across the room, “The first place he's gonna look is the surrounding houses.”

As we start to hear more curses coming from the house beside us, we start moving around quickly to pick up anything that could be used as evidence against us if he comes here to check.

As we are almost done picking up cigarette buds and wine bottles, we hear the door from Lee’s house slam and loud footsteps coming towards Lillys house.

There's a loud bang at the door.

A booming voice comes through the door and we scatter, trying to throw everything away that could make us look guilty. we run over behind the couch and squat down

“Sheriff's department, open up or I’m kickin’ this damn door down!” Lee states as he slams his fist against the door again.

“Lil, you gotta go open the door.” I whisper to her in a shaky voice.

“No, you go open the door.” she says to me, shooting me a smile. “He knows you, you should be able to sweet talk him, huh?” she says, slurring her words.

“Lil, I am not sweet talkin him.” I say, “Besides, if we just hand over Ruth we should be fine, yeah?” I suggest, elbowing her in the arm.

The knocking continues.

“You have one minute to open this damn door or what I said is gonna happen” he yells again, more stern this time.

“Coming!” Lilly shouts as she stumbles to the door. Clearly, he will be able to see she's drunk.

Lilly walks over to the white door and opens it revealing an angry Lee.

Lee steps towards her, getting closer to the screen door. Lilly steps back a bit and stumbles on her feet.

“Now, darlin, who might you be?” he asks in a charming tone, standing there with his hat off and hands on his hips.

“My name is Lilly-Ann Brighter, sir.” she says as she slowly slurs her name to the sheriff.

He chuckles and says, “Well, Miss- or is it Mrs. Brighter?” He asks, “Aint you a cute lil thing.” He runs his eyes up and down her chest.

I gag just hearing that.

gross.

“Miss. Brighter, sir.” She says to him.

“I have the suspicion that my wife may have been here, due to her shoes bein out front of your front door, ma’am.” he says in an almost scarily calm tone.

Lilly's eyes instantly go wide.

Ruth blew our cover and outed us.

Fuck.

“Uh, yes sir, she is here.” Lilly says as she looks down at her hands and then back up. “We were having a uh.. sleepover!” she says, pepping herself up.

“May I come in?” he asks with a sly smile on his face.

Suddenly, I suck in cold air and realize,

My car.

It's parked out front.

He knows I'm here.

I am so screwed.

Instantly, I pop up and start running towards Lilly's room, frantically grabbing my keys, and I book it out the window. My feet hitting the ground, I hope I didn't make too much sound.

I sneak off to the side of the house, leaning up against the white side paneling as I pop my head up to the kitchen window to see Lee inside the house, picking up Ruth off the couch bridal style and talking to Lilly still. He's looking around for something, as his eyes keep wandering around the room.

I gotta get outta here, FAST.

I keep track of where they are by footsteps so I start to move faster as I hear footsteps slow.

Soon, I’m hiding in a bush out front of Lilly’s house, as Lee is standing on the porch talking to her still.

I can hear the mumbling but I can’t really make out what they’re saying.

Suddenly, he walks off the porch with Ruth in his arms, walks past me in the bush, walks up his steps into the house and he shuts the door.

I take a deep sigh of relief and wait for a second.

I get up and dart to the front door and I fall forwards to meet Lilly‘s feet standing there. She has her eyes on me and her arms crossed across her chest.

“Mags, what the fuck!” Lilly yells at me.

I rush to my feet and use my hand to cover her mouth “Lilly, shut up.” I say as I back her up to go to her room, keeping her mouth covered as we move.

We get to her room and I uncover her mouth, she whispers to me, “Why did you leave me in here by myself with him? That was so scary.” she says standing still in front of me.

I sit on her bed and take a deep breath.

“ Because, he knew I was here and I didn’t want to see him or talk to him.” I say, laying back on her bed. She’s still standing in front of me.

“You really don’t like him, do you?” she asks as she sits down next to me on the bed.

“No, I really don’t.” I say as I prop myself up on my elbows to look over at Lilly, who I can already tell is losing consciousness as we speak. “Now, if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get a cup of water and close up the house.”

I get up off of Lilly’s bed and head towards the living room area, where I fix up the couches a little bit and turn off the living room light. The only light that is now visible is coming from the kitchen. The window of her kitchen is directly across from the kitchen window of the Bodeckers.

I make my way into the kitchen and get myself a glass of water. I step off to the side to make sure I’m not visible through the window. Hopefully he brought her in and went to bed.

I look down at my glass for a minute and then out the window.

Lee is staring right back at me.

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dweetwise · 4 years ago

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Its my birthday tomorrow and I don't wanna hit that age milestone so hear me out four survivors and one killer go into the match but everyones aged back like 20 years. Survivors remember the just of their bonds to one another but not their ages, they know the body they are in is suddenly 20 years younger though.

ngl i saw the first ask and immediately went “GASP AN EXCUSE TO WRITE DAD ACE??” great minds think alike anon. now have 8 pages of fluffy crack bc i got carried away

ages i hc for this story: ace 31, david 14, jake 6, meg 2, sally 27

Characters: Ace, Nurse, David, Jake, Meg | Mentioned: Nea | Ships: None | Warnings: None

Ace tries to parent (crack)

When Ace spawns into a trial on Rotten Fields, something immediately feels... off. He briefly has time to consider why his shirt feels so tight over his shoulders before his thoughts are interrupted by the sound of pure nightmares;

A crying baby.

Ace glances around, skeptical. Surely it has to be a new killer? Not even Feng’s voice is that high-pitched. Ace has half a mind to just leave the voice be, but it’s getting louder and he feels like he needs to do his good deed of the year and at least check. So, armed with a trusty purple flashlight, he gets to exploring.

He follows the ungodly screeching and, to his surprise, finds an actual human baby, laying in a small divot on a hay bale. Shit, what now? He doesn’t know the first thing about kids and he doesn’t really care to start learning now. But he can’t just leave the thing here, not to mention it’s loud as fuck and has probably already alerted the killer.

Ace grimaces and reluctantly reaches out to grab the child in his arms. Damn, it’s heavier than he thought! He pulls the baby into his chest to put less of a strain on his arms, and it... stops crying. Huh. Well, time to sneak off before the killer comes to check the noise. If he’s lucky, he’ll run into one of the others and can dump the kid on them.

Thankfully, there’s no sign of a killer as Ace makes his way through the cornfield. He idly wonders if he’s been placed in the trial alone with the baby, until he hears a loud clang followed by panicked cursing. Ace speeds up into a jog, rounding a corner of a pallet gym and coming face to face with—

“What the hell are you doing?” Ace asks the unfamiliar man who is in the middle of piling barrels on top of each other next to the outside wall of the trial, some of them falling down and creating tons of noise. The baby shifts restlessly in his arms and he half-heartedly tries to cover its ears.

“I’m gettin’ us outta ‘ere!” the man turns to face him with an angry remark. Ace squints at the somewhat familiar face; the man is young, most likely still a teenager, with light acne and a scrawny body that hasn’t quite grown into itself yet. There’s something disturbingly familiar about the glare shot his way, and the accent—

“David!?” Ace gawks. The teen’s glare morphs into a confused frown.

“...Ace?” teen David finally seems to recognize. Then, he looks around, appearing to take in the surroundings with new eyes. “Fock, this ‘s still the bloody fog, innit?”

“Why are you so young?” Ace asks, confused.

“I mean, ‘m not tha only one,” David says, looking him up and down pointedly. “Ya sure as shite din’ look like ‘at last time I saw ye.”

Ace looks down at himself and realizes his own arms are a lot bigger than he’s used to and his gut isn’t hanging over his belt like usual. He’s also wearing pants that are way too tight and speak of a youthful cockiness—holy shit, he’s in his thirties.

“So the kid’s gotta be...” David seems to remember, turning to look over Ace’s shoulder at something. Ace follows suit, and sees a child standing in front of the cornfield, hands over his ears and face twisted into a pout.

Ace recognizes the boy even before David utters his name. With unruly black hair and equally black monolid eyes, it has to be Jake. Even with the annoyed frown on his face, he’s just so young, and this is definitely no place for a kid. Before Ace has time to panic further, David throws him for another loop.

“Does’sat mean the baby’s... Meg?” the Brit asks, leaning to look closer at the small kid in Ace’s arms. Sure enough, Ace notices the toddler is a redhead, and its blue eyes are blinking up at him curiously. The ages start adding up, and Ace mutters a dejected “Fuck”.

“The hell’s going on?” David appears to share his sentiment. “Do we gotta escape? How the fuck do we get ‘em out?” he starts raising his voice, panic rising while gesturing to Jake and Meg.

“Calm down,” Ace says, trying to stop his own thoughts from racing. “Let’s just move as a group and try find the nearest generator. If the killer comes, I’ll distract him while you hide these two.”

“Generators?” David says with a frown. “I dun... I don’t remember much, the trials... is’a proper blur—damn, me ‘ead hurts.” Goddamnit. Looks like the transformation had some effect on the other’s memory. Ace can only hope it’s temporary.

“Jake?” he turns to the boy, who perks up upon hearing his name. “What about you? Are you alright?” Jake doesn’t answer, only staring up at Ace. “Do you remember anything?” Ace asks, crouching before the quiet boy and holding out Meg for him to see. “Do you remember her?” he asks.

Jake glances at Meg, eyes wide while he considers the question. “I remember...” Jake starts quietly, looking back up at Ace and blinking a couple times innocently. “That you’re gross,” he finishes. Ace sputters at the unexpected sass while David laughs behind him, teenage voice cracking into a squeak.

When David calms down and Ace tries to pry more information from the teen, he realizes he’s gotten stuck with team Daddy Issues. Both Jake and David have beef with their fathers, and Ace recalls Meg telling them her dad ran out on her when she was just a baby. Surely, this was a deliberate move on the Entity’s part just to spite Ace?

“Oh!” David suddenly exclaims, as if remembering something important. Ace almost thinks his luck is about to turn around when David, instead of blessing him with some vital piece of information, proceeds to stretch the waist of his sweats to peer into his own pants. “Aw, shite!” the teen sighs in disappointment.

“Can we focus on the imminent danger and not the size of your junk!?” Ace hisses in frustration.

“Who’s that?” Jake’s voice pipes up and distracts Ace from the argument.

Ace looks into the corn and sees a woman approaching them, walking gracefully through the stalks with her red hair flowing behind her, dressed in a... nurse uniform. Shit!

“Stay back!” Ace warns, stepping in front of Jake protectively, turning his body away to shield Meg in his arms. He points the flashlight at the killer in what he hopes is a threatening manner.

“Ace?” she asks, eyebrows scrunching together in confusion. Huh, Ace had no idea she even knew his name. Now that he thinks about it, she’s pretty cute, with her round face and button nose—damn it, focus!

“What's going on?” Ace demands. “Why did the Entity de-age us?”

“I don’t know,” the Nurse says. “I’m just as confused as you are.”

Ace squints. Pretty or not, he doesn’t trust her, not with these kids depending on him to protect them. Before he can question her further, David, hands thankfully no longer in his pants, comes up beside him.

“David, don’t—“ Ace tries to warn, but he has no free hands to stop the teen if he decides to pick a fight.

“’Ello, luv. Fancy meetin’ ya,” David offers in a friendly manner. Ace sighs, some of the tension fading. Then, David’s gaze drops down from the killer’s face to her-— “Noice tits,” the Brit quips, grinning smugly.

“David!” Ace screeches, mortified and barely resisting the urge to smack him with the flashlight. “That’s no way to talk to a lady!”

The Nurse merely chuckles into her hand, not seeming phased by David’s inappropriate comment. “I’m without my powers and weapon, so perhaps I could assist you in your escape?” she suggests. Ace feels like he kind of owes her for David’s hormone-driven harassment.

“You can tag along if you want,” Ace settles on. “Let’s try to finally find a gen.”

“I saw one on the other side of that hill,” the Nurse informs. “I’ll show you the way.”

“Uh, thanks. Pack it up boys, we’re moving!” Ace calls over his shoulder to David and Jake.

“Ya comin’, mate?” he hears David offer to Jake.

“What’s a mate?” Jake asks, tilting his head with a frown while trailing after David.

“Like a... lad. Chum. Pal. Wanker—”

“Hey!” Ace turns around to scold the teen. The last thing he needs is bratty Jake picking up more curse words.

“Like a... friend?” Jake tries.

“Yeah!” David says. Jake blushes.

“I wanna be your friend, you’re so cool,” Jake mumbles.

“Race ya through the corn!” David challenges.

“David NO—” Ace warns as the two boys take off in a sprint in the opposite direction of the generator. He curses under his breath, holding Meg closer to his chest as he starts jogging after them.

When Ace catches up, Jake has faceplanted into the mud and David is nowhere to be seen.

“Oh for the love of—” Ace sighs, pulling the boy upright by his collar. He expects Jake to cry, because isn’t that what kids do when they trip over themselves? Instead, Jake just blinks up at Ace with a muddy face.

“I fell,” Jake says.

“I can see that,” Ace deadpans.

“Oi, over ‘ere! I found a gen!” David calls through a couple rows of corn.

Ace gets Jake to the generator David is at without further incident. The Nurse quickly joins them, pushing through the corn. She takes one look at Jake’s face and hides a smile behind her hand, reaching for a handkerchief and proceeding to wipe the boy’s face clean. Ace appreciates the gesture.

“Thanks—uh, I don’t even know your name,” Ace realizes.

“Sally,” the Nurse offers with a small smile. “Shall we try repairing the generator, now?” she asks when Jake’s face is somewhat mud-free.

“Right,” Ace says, crouching down by the machine, trying to figure out a way to hold Meg safely while repairing. Sally leans over the generator on the other side, curiously observing the mechanism.

“You joining, David?” Ace asks the teen who is doing fuck all to contribute. He frowns as he sees David’s face is red and he’s breathing a bit heavily. Then, he spots a noticeable tent in the teen’s loose pants. Oh for fuck’s sake! David is standing directly behind Sally, and got a generous view of her skirt clinging to her ass when she bent down. Ace sighs in exasperation and gives David a pointed look.

“Oi, I can’t do nuthin’ about it!” David sputters.

“Yes, well, you could try if not staring helps,” Ace snarks.

“It’s fockin’ puberty, not me!” David argues. Then he seems to realize something, face breaking into a smug grin. “Not that ye’d remember any of tha’, ye old fart.”

“I beg your pardon??” Ace screeches while both David and Sally laugh at his expense.

It seems the Entity isn’t allowing Sally to interact with the generator, blocking her side of the machine each time she tries to touch it.

“Do you want me to hold her while you repair the generator?” Sally asks, motioning to Meg in Ace’s arms.

Ace eyes the killer warily, hugging Meg tighter to himself. The small girl responds by reaching out a snotty hand and smacking it against his beard, gurgling in amusement. Ugh, lovely.

“Do you truly believe I would hurt her?” Sally pushes.

“Fine,” Ace sighs in defeat as his grip on the toddler is about to slip again when he tries to reach into the generator. “But I’m keeping an eye on you, so don’t get any ideas!”

In the end, Ace has to teach David how to repair the generator, as all of the younger’s previous knowledge of the machines seems to have evaporated. He quickly learns that if David as an adult is impatient, David as a teenager is downright insufferable. Lots of cursing and slang insults ensue as David keeps getting the wrong wires crossed and setting their progress back and Ace’s patience is put to a test.

Meanwhile, Sally gives Meg a wooden horse and Jake a large pine cone to play with, the items that apparently would have been her add-ons for the trial. Meg immediately shoves the horse’s head into her mouth and suckles on it.

“Is it safe? Is it going to splinter?” Ace asks, five seconds away from swooping Meg back into his arms and throwing the questionable toy into the depths of the cornfield.

“It’s old, but the wood is smooth. It won’t splinter, I promise,” Sally reassures.

As he and David are working on the next generator, Sally is humming softly a ways to the side, rocking a napping Meg in her lap who is clutching her new toy in her tiny hands. Jake sits on the ground next to them, using sticks to make the pine cone into an animal. He excitedly shows in to Sally, muttering “Sheep”.

“That’s a cute sheep, Jake,” the killer praises. “Very fluffy.” Jake shuffles his feet, embarrassed by the praise.

Ace feels the generator's piston jump under his hands, before the machine putters along much faster than before.

“Look, I did a thing!” David exclaims, excitedly turning to Ace. “Tha’ was good, right?”

“Yeah, nice job David,” Ace praises, making the teen grin.

“I always wanted children,” Sally says, mostly to herself. “This is nice,” she sighs happily, even while wiping some of Meg’s drool from the sleeping girl’s face.

Ace can’t say he shares the sentiment. He never even seriously considered children; after all, they wouldn’t have fit his lifestyle of gambling and drinking. But now, when he takes in the familiar, if much younger, faces of his companions, he realizes he’s already been looking out for them way before this freak incident. He recalls how his view on baby Meg changed in the blink of an eye as he realized she, like Jake and David, weren’t just any kids; they were his kids. It’s been so easy for him to slip into a dad role now that they fully depend on him and he idly wonders if he would have made a good father, had he ever decided to have children of his own.

When they’re making their way to the next generator, Jake tugs on Sally’s skirt.

“What is it, sweetheart?” Sally asks fondly. Jake pouts and tries to hop up to touch her arm, almost stumbling over his own feet in his eagerness.

“Do you want to hold my hand?” Sally asks, rearranging her grip on Meg to hold her with one arm, and then extending the other down to Jake. Jake grabs the hand eagerly and offers a shy smile at the woman.

And damnit, the exchange tugs at heartstrings Ace didn’t even know he had.

They make it to the third generator and while he and David get to work on it, Sally sits down with Meg and Jake curiously peers over David’s shoulder at the machine.

Then, Jake disappears.

“I swear, he was right there!” no, Ace is not panicking, he’s just... concerned, antsy, and ready to kill if something happens to Jake. Okay, so maybe he’s panicking a little bit.

“You know how kids are,” Sally says, way too calm about the entire situation. “Let’s go look for him, he can’t have gone far. I’ll check by the shack,” she suggests, turning to leave.

“No, you give Meg to me, I don’t trust you,” Ace snaps. Hurt flashes across Sally’s face. “...I’m sorry, I didn’t mean—I’m just worried, alright?”

“I understand,” she says, respectfully still handing the baby back to him. Meg lets out an excited coo at seeing Ace, arms extending towards him eagerly. “Let’s split up and holler when we find him.”

“Lemme help,” David offers, moving to stand up from the generator.

“You’re staying here, in case he comes back,” Ace orders. “And stay put until we get back. I’m not losing any more kids in this damn place.”

“Okay, dad,” David snarks, rolling his eyes but obediently getting back to work by the machine.

Ace power-walks through the rows of corn, checking the harvester along with some fire barrels he saw earlier. His heart drops as he takes in all the dangerous farm equipment; if Jake got stuck under a tractor—no, focus, he scolds himself. Not even Meg’s happy babbling can keep the dread from pooling in his stomach.

“Ace, I found him! He’s okay!” Sally’s voice is a godsend, interrupting his panicked thoughts. He spots her red hair through the corn, quickly making his way over, relief flooding over him—

And promptly flying out the window when he sees Jake in the goddamn cow tree, high up and clinging to one of the branches, petrified from fear.

“In what world is he okay!?” Ace screeches.

“He doesn’t look hurt! We should be able to climb up easily, I just need to get rid of my overskirt—“ Sally starts.

“I’ll get him, you hold her,” Ace says, shoving Meg into Sally’s hands before sprinting up to the tree with single-minded determination. He’s grateful for his younger body as he manages to fly up the damn thing fast as lighting, so much adrenaline pumping in his veins that he barely registers getting smacked in the face by stray branches. Soon, he’s holding a trembling Jake in his arms and he knows everything will be alright.

After he’s carefully made his way down the tree with Jake clinging to him, and places the boy back on solid ground, Jake starts bawling. Ace almost feels like joining in, still shaking from the adrenaline and with countless ‘what if’ scenarios running through his head.

“Shh darling, it’s okay, you’re safe now,” Sally murmurs, trying to soothe the boy. Jake just shakes his head and cries some more.

Ace frowns and glances up at the tree. Did Jake get scared by the height, or did something else happen? Maybe he got smacked by one of the cows—ah. Of course; Ace has become so desensitized to the carcasses strung up on the tree, and in a fucked up way they even symbolize safety to him because they’re attached to one of the strongest loops he knows.

But Jake loves animals. And even if he didn’t, what kid wants to see that!?

“The cows must have scared you. You like animals, don’t you?” Ace asks, kneeling before the sobbing boy. Jake hiccups, nodding. “They’re not real. They’re not actually hurting.”

“Promise?” Jake sniffles.

“Promise.”

Jake’s sobbing stops and he rushes into Ace’s arms. “I don’t wanna look,” he whispers, squeezing his eyes shut.

“It’s okay. I’ll tell when it’s safe to look,” Ace promises, lifting Jake up in a reverse piggyback while the boy clings to his neck, still shaking.

They rejoin David, the teen’s face lighting up when he spots Jake in Ace’s arms.

“Ey, little lad! Where you run off ta?” David offers with a smile.

“He went on a little adventure,” Sally offers when Jake doesn’t look up from Ace’s shoulder. Ace spots a crow nearby, perched on a hay bale.

“You can look now, Jake,” Ace remembers. Jake lifts his head, and Ace points to the crow. “Do you see the bird?”

Jake’s eyes widen in wonder and he nods slowly, eyes never leaving the animal.

“We can look at it closer—but you need to be very quiet. Can you do that?”

Jake nods excitedly, not uttering a peep. Ace starts sneaking toward the crow, trying to keep low, and leading Jake after him. He hopes he doesn’t spook it, since he’s never been good with the birds like Jake, always setting them off in trials and alerting the killer.

It seems luck is on his side, as they’re soon right by the animal, which doesn’t seem to be bothered by their presence as it keeps grooming itself. Ace motions for Jake to go on, and the boy carefully walks up to the bird. He reaches a small hand out and the animal—lets him pet it. Woah. Looks like Jake has always been a natural.

The beady eyes of the crow meet Jake’s equally black ones, wide in curiosity as he carefully runs his fingers through the feathers.

And then the crow caws in a starte and takes off as the generator behind them blows up.

“Bollocks!” David curses.

“Language,” Sally scolds half-heartedly.

“Let me show you a trick,” Ace offers to the teen, rejoining the group at the generator with Jake.

“Sorry I made yer mate fly away,” David mutters apologetically when they’ve all moved to the next generator, Jake sitting in the mud between Ace and David and playing with the sheep he made earlier. Jake shakes his head.

“It’s okay,” he says. Then he looks up at Ace. “Mommy never let me play with the bird,” he explains. “Said it’s dirty and will make me sick.”

“Well, you were really good with the bird and clearly have a talent. Why not use it?” Ace encourages. Jake smiles brightly and Ace’s heart swells with pride.

The last gen they need to complete is in the shack, and Ace asks Sally to keep Meg and Jake away as the worn building is full of rusty nails and splintered wood. It’s just him and David, and the teen isn’t messing up a single one of the wires this time.

“Yer awful nice to Sally,” David suddenly says.

“Well, she’s been a great help, even if I was skeptical at first,” Ace shrugs.

“Nah, I mean... Ya could’ve taken ‘er,” David says, somber tone in his voice. Ace peers over the generator in confusion, meeting the teen’s serious gaze. “She don’t have ‘er weapon or teleport. She’s just a small lass, no match for ye. Could’a easily had revenge.”

Something unpleasant twists in Ace’s stomach at the words and David’s dark expression. He’s not sure he likes where this is going.

“Not really my style to hold grudges; I’m a lover, not a fighter,” Ace tries to joke. “And even if I wasn’t... Attacking a defenseless woman? That’s beyond fucked up,” he says, frowning at David while trying to figure out what the other is getting at.

“I know,” David says with a frown of his own. “I was try’na say, you could’a, but you didn’t, an’... I respect ya for it,” he mutters the last part staring at the machine. Ace quirks an eyebrow; it seems like David wanted to... give him a lecture in respecting women?

“You know, if you want her to feel safe, maybe you shouldn’t have sexually harassed her,” Ace points out. David groans in embarrassment.

“I know, I was jus’ try’na get between you lot to defuse, an’... ‘m gonna apologize to ‘er,” David mutters awkwardly. Huh, that was a lot easier than Ace imagined. He thought teenagers were supposed to be unreasonable?

The last gen pops and they regroup with Sally and the two kids in front of an exit. While David is opening the gate, Sally hands Meg back to Ace.

“Daddy!” the small girl exclaims, smiling brightly while wrapping her hands around his neck.

“I usually hear that in a very different context,” Ace jokes, causing Sally to chuckle. Jake pulls on Sally’s skirt, handing her the pine cone.

“Thanks for borrowing mr. Sheep,” Jake says.

“Oh, what a polite little boy you are. So precious,” Sally coos, carefully accepting the gift and petting Jake’s hair fondly. Jake blushes and rushes to hide behind Ace, peeking out behind his legs to glance at Sally shyly.

As the exit doors slide open, Sally’s face twists into a worried frown. “Will you be alright?” she asks.

“I mean, even if the whole camp somehow turned young? I think I can handle it,” Ace says, tentative confidence in his parenting skills having built up during the trial. The most likely outcome is that the Entity will turn them right back after the trial, and the ones back at camp will be none the wiser. “Oh, uh. Thanks for the help,” he adds, remembering his manners.

“Don’t mention it,” Sally says, smiling.”It would be nice if this happened more often, where I didn’t have to—” she falters. Kill you, Ace supplies in his mind.

“Don’t worry,” Ace says. “We’re all just... doing our best.”

“I’m... glad you see it that way,” Sally says, looking down at the ground and nervously twirling a red lock between her fingers. Huh... is she—?

A small hand tugging at his own interrupts his thoughts, and he turns his full attention to Jake, who is looking up at him with big black eyes.

“Let’s go home,” Jake says, pulling on his finger towards the exit. Ace grabs his hand and smiles fondly. “You’re right,” Ace says.

“I, uh, Sally,” David hastily interrupts. “‘M sorry about... y’know, before—”

“Don’t worry about it, I know you were just trying to lighten the mood,” Sally says with a small smile. “And if you tried anything, I could still kick your ass into next year,” she adds innocently.

Ace chokes on a laugh, not expecting this side of the soft-spoken woman. Instead of being flustered, David looks... intrigued.

“Ya mean ya can still, like, carry us on yer shoulder...?” David asks curiously. When Sally nods, David’s eyes go wide and a flush spreads over his cheeks.

“Okay that’s our cue to leave!” Ace interrupts, not mentally prepared to hear any more about David’s apparent infatuation with strong women. “Come on, lover boy,” Ace nudges the teen into the exit.

“Gimme a few years, luv!” David hollers excitedly before disappearing into the fog after Ace.

And with that, they’re done with their strangest trial to date.

“I just had the weirdest dream,” Ace overhears Meg tell Nea the next day, a confused frown on her face.

“What about?” Nea asks.

“You remember how I’ve never met my dad?” Meg asks, and Nea nods. “Well, I dreamed that I did. I was really young, like still a baby or something, so it wasn’t really... lucid. I couldn’t understand what he said, but I remember his voice and like, his smile. He just held me in his arms and,” her voice cracks. “I just knew he’d never leave me.” She blinks some wetness from her eyes. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to start bawling—” she hurries to explain.

“No, it’s okay, come here,” Nea assures her friend, pulling her into a hug. “That sounds like a really nice dream. I’m happy for you.”

Ace feels his throat choke up as he watches a grateful Meg cry into Nea’s shoulder. He turns his focus back to shuffling the cards, thankful he’s wearing his shades as his own eyes start watering dangerously.

remember when i said “i’m gonna write shorter stories from now on”? sike

#dbd crack #ace visconti #david king #jake park #meg thomas #sally smithson #dbd nurse #dbd #dead by daylight #request #dbd fanfic #dweetwrites

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kingofbr00klyn · 4 years ago

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Newsies prompts! Yeah! Um... 1. Jack being a big brother to Race. 2. Crutchie and Racetrack getting into some trouble together. 3. Jack and Spot caring for some of the littles. Pick one or write them all idc. Can’t wait to read!

Hi this took me like 4 days to write, I thought it was longer than that but okay, I have loads of other stuff in the works, this is just the first one I finished. Sorry for the wait. So this is for the prompt we’re Crutchie and Race get into trouble.

I tried to mix both 1992sies and livesies in this, but I don’t think it really comes across. Also, this story is ever so slightly exaggerated, but oh well. But it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, so this probably isn’t the best.

This will also be found on my AO3 account.

"Remind me ta never listen ta you again."

"How was I'se suppost ta know this would 'appen?"

"Well, I dunno. But now I’m in trouble because a’ summing I didn’t even do."

“Oh c’mon! Nuthin’ bad happened. I came out worse than you did. You get to go home scot-free.”

“But still. This is all your fault an’ I’m gonna make sure everyone knows it.”

"Wow, Crutch, whatta' way to throw a pal under da bus."

"You'se deserve it."

Race rolled his eyes and sulked further down into his chair, only to regret it when the hard plastic rubbed uncomfortably into his back. He glanced at his companion, who looked just about as shit as he felt. Crutchie kept nervously running a hand through his hair and fidgeting with the helm of his shirt, he looked like someone who had just been caught doing something illegal. Oh wait, that's because he had. Let's take a step back, shall we?

2 hours earlier.

Crutchie stood outside his door step, awaiting Race's arrival. The two had decided to spend the evening together, since none of their other friends were available. Race had said he would pick him up at 6. After Crutchie's watch ticked 6:15, Race's old TP Cruiser pulled up. He wore a bright, cheeky grin as he leaned over to open the passenger side door. "Get in loser, we're going shopping!" Crutchie gleefully obliged, grabbing his crutch and sliding into the front seat.

"Are you ready for the funnest night of yer life?" Race asked, a unlit cigar hanging loosely from his mouth.

Crutchie laughed. "We'se just goin' ta the diner on 4th, ain't we?"

"Nope," Race grabbed something from the cupholder beside him and handed it to Crutchie. "Just got this from my guy. Thought we'd treat ourselves tonight." It was a fake ID.

Antonio Higgings

11/12l1997

XXX XXXX XXX

XX/XX/XX

"Yer guy?" Crutchie snorted, handing the card back. "You'se mean Albert."

"Maybe I do. Anyway, I'm low on cigs and shit, so I thought we'se stop by a corner shop and see how well this baby works." Starting the engine, Race pulled out of Crutchie's drive and set off for the nearest place that would give them what they wanted.

"What if we'se get caught? I don't wanna be done just because you'se got a nicotine addiction." Crutchie offered, messing with the diles for the radio.

"Then I punch Albert in the face," Race resorted. That drew a snicker from the blonde. "But seriously, don't worry 'bout it. Everthin's gonna be a-okay!"

Spolier altert; it wasn't.

After 10 or so minutes of driving, Race pulled to a stop and poorly parked the car. "Eh, good enough." He got out, with Crutchie tailing right behind him.

"You don't gotta come in. Ya know, cuz yer so scared of gettin' caught." The taller boy mocked.

Crutchie retaliated by hitting Race in the leg with his crutch. "I'm comin' wit' cha so you don't get punched in the face." Race forged offence, but waved off the comment.

The shop was small, just your regular off-licence, cheap booze with an even cheaper taste, the perfect thing to fuel Race's needs. A little bell rang as they opened the door, there weren't many people inside the shop, Crutchie noted the few middle aged men who were likely in there for similar reasons as themselves. Race swaggered to the front counter, an air of confidence around him. The shop clerk, a young man with a stoic expression, rolled his eyes at the tall blonde.

"What can I get you?" The clerk's tone was as cheerful as expected.

Race grinned cockily. "A smile would be a start, sweetheart," The shop clerk didn't respond, but continued to glare the boy down. "Okay then… A box o' ya finest Corona's and summa that scotch ya got up there." Race slapped $50 on the counter, along with his fake ID.

The clerk picked the card up, eying it suspiciously. Crutchie had a feeling this wouldn’t end well. “Yah think you’re funny, kid? Think I don’t know what a fake ID looks like?” The clerk said. “I’m gonna have to call the cops, you know.”

Race’s expression floored. Disbelief and fear quickly made itself at home. Crutchie felt a similar dread rise up in his stomach, he looked to Race for an inkling of what to do next, but the tall boy just continued to stare dumbly. Until he finally said, “I’m gonna fuckin’ kill Albert.”

As it turns out, the shop had an undercover officer outside the shop to deal with instances like this. The clerk called him in, and he escorted Crutchie and Race to the local station. Luckily, they had pretty much just been given a slap on the wrist and a call home. Except, since this wasn’t Race’s first offence, so he had also been slapped with a $50 fine.

The boys anxiously awaited the arrival of the parents. Race had already had a million and one messages from his brother, Jack. The sonva’ was having a field day with this. Text after text about how much trouble Race would be in, how he was grounded and how much shit Jack’s going to give him for this. Race ignored his brother, instead opting for spamming Albert with a variety of angry messages in all caps.

GottaGoFast - RedHeadHoe

19:05

GottaGoFast: ALBERT FUCKING DASILVA

GottaGoFast: U FUCKING BITCH

GottaGoFast: IM SO GOING TO KILL U

RedHeadHoe: ???

GottaGoFast: im at the police station

RadHeadHoe: oh what did u do now???

RedHeadHoe: OH

RedHeadHoe: YOU GOT CAUGHT

RedHeadHoe: HA

GottaGoFast: YEAH AND ITS ALL UR FAULT

RedHeadHoe: how is it my fault???

GottaGoFast: BECAUSE UR THE 1 WHO GAVE ME THE ID

RedHeadHoe: dude u didnt have to use it

RedHeadHoe: also i dont make them so it aint my fault

RedHeadHoe: blame my guy

GottaGoFast: ur guy?????

RedHeadHoe: ye

RedHeadHoe: skittery

GottaGoFast: ok but ur still dead

RedHeadHoe: cool

GottaGoFast: dentys gonna be here soon so gotta go

RedHeadHoe: good luck my dude

GottaGoFast: fuck u

RedHeadHoe: :)

Race slipped his phone into his pocket, just in time to see some familiar faces walk though the station door. Bryan Denton, Race’s foster father, walked up to the receptionist desk, before being pointed towards where the boys were sitting. Race looked at Crutchie, before straightening his back and putting on his most charming smile. "Heya Denty!" Race beamed, hoping to the gods above that this would go in his favour. Bryan didn't look particularly mad, but Denton never really got mad. It was like the man was incapable of it, it was great, and Race had done a lot of things that would cause any parent to flip their shit.

"Race," Bryan started, calm and collected as always."What were you thinking?" Okay, maybe it wasn't as great as Race thought, Denton's tranquill state was quite unsettling at the moment, Race had no idea what he was thinking.

"We'se just wanted to have a bit a' fun, ya know, teenage stuff," The blonde rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Did they'se tell ya 'bout da fine?"

"Yeah, they told me over the phone," Denton said. "I'll pay it and then we'll go home. Jack's waiting for us in the car.”

Race rolled his eyes. "Oh yay."

Crutchie didn't really pay much attention to the scene in front of him, he was too caught up in his own head. Fear and worry filled his thoughts, his grandmother wasn't the most forgiving then it came to things like this. Crutchie remembered once when he was 7 and snuck out of his room in the middle of the night to get one of the freshly baked cookies his grandmother had made that day, the elderly woman had found out about his midnight snack and boy was there hell to pay. She wasn't particularly mean or nasty, she could just be strict at times.

Times like these, Crutchie thought as he saw his grandmother barrel towards him with an expression that would make the toughest of men wet themselves. "Charles Andrew Morris! You are in so much trouble, young man!" Oh no, she used his full name. He really was a goner.

"Race, I don't think I'm comin' outta this alive…” Crutchie said.

Race snorted. "Don't worry, my dude, I got this." Crutchie didn't have time to ask what 'this' was, as Race stepped in front of him and greeted his grandmother.

"Mrs Morris, so good ta see ya 'gain," Race started. That diverted the woman from her path of destruction, as she instead gave the blonde a striking glare. The Italian tried not to shrink under her gaze, opting to continue with his sentence. "So um, ya see, Ma'am. It wasn't actually Crutchie's fault, it was mine. So, err, don't punish him for my mistake."

What?

Crutchie was in complete disbelief. And he wasn't the only one, Bryan shared a similar expression. While Race was a good friend, he was also a bit of an asshole, so him taking all the blame for this (even though it was his fault), was a surprise.

Crutchie’s grandmother eyed the boy suspiciously, before she turned on her heels and walked away. “Come on, Charlie, it’s time to go home.”

Crutchie was slightly dumbfounded, but didn’t question as he hugged Race. “Thanks man.”

Race winked and smiled. “No problem, Crutch. Text me if you ain’t dead!”

“Will do!”

RiceCrutchies - Racer

21:35

RiceCrutchies: Guess who aint dead :)))

Racer: yayyyy

Racer: so what happened

RiceCrutchies: Gran wasn’t very happy but she wasnt too mad

RiceCrutchies: Im grounded for 2 weeks tho

Racer: oh well at least we had 1 last night of fun before that

RiceCrutchies: Yea so how’d it go with Denton???

Racer: not too bad

Racer: im also grounded but they took my cigs at the police station so i need to get more from Albert

RiceCrutchies: You think you would have learnt your lesson but ok

Racer: 👌

Racer: i gotta go crutch see you in school???

RiceCrutchies: Yeah, see you and try not to do anything illegal between then

Racer: no promises

RiceCrutchies: 🤦‍

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77marvelimagines · 5 years ago

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Maybe, Maybe Not

Peter Parker X Reader

Prompt(s) for anonymous: Peter meets reader (who works for fury?)

Note(s): I waited a bit longer to post this so more people could go see the movie and not be spoiled, so sorry for the wait! Anywho, here’s one FFH imagine comin’ right up! :D

Warning(s): A minor use of language, otherwise none.

Word Count: 1034.

Spider-Man, the superhero who had blipped and came back like any other person, was about their age and (y/n) seriously wasn’t sure how to react to that information. The Avengers had kept his identity a secret during the Blip, though (y/n), who had lived in New York prior, had always thought that he was a little older. It was just weird to see him take off his mask to reveal a cute, baby-faced teenager.

It wasn’t like they were one to talk though, since they were literally his age and probably looked just as young as he did. And they worked for Nick Fury, so. There was that too.

They could probably give just as much of a beatdown as he could. So. There was also that. Which was weird, actually, because Spider-Man- or Peter Parker, actually- was like 16 and had gone to space and fought a mad purple dude. He was stronger than he looked and that cute baby face was really deceiving. (y/n) was trying to figure out whether or not they liked it.

Spoiler alert: they liked it. Him. Whatever.

A nudge to their elbow yanked them out of their thoughts. (y/n) jumped, violently, and the boat rocked. Dimitri spared a glance back, both curious and warning, before refocusing. Peter started sputtering beside them.

“Whoa- whoa, I- uh- sorry? I don’t have my sea legs and I didn’t mean to like, I don’t know, activate you or anything. Um, I’m sorry?”

(y/n) looked down to see that their arms had, in fact, come up in a fighting stance upon instinct. They lowered their arms and shook their head, a smirk starting upon their lips. “I don’t think you ‘activated’ me as much as startled me.”

“I- well-” Peter clicked his mouth shut to dissuade further stuttering. (y/n) laughed into the cool summer air. “I forgot the word for startled,” he finally mumbled, smiling a bit. “Besides, I don’t think I was too far off. You were like, staring ahead and weren’t moving. Did you even blink?”

(y/n) couldn’t help but grin. “Maybe, maybe not.”

“Okay, now you’re just trying to be creepy on purpose!” (y/n) laughed and decided that they really liked Peter’s smile.

“Okay okay,” Peter giggled, calming down, “you don’t look that much older than me. How did you end up working for Fury??”

Ah, now there was a story. Their boat ride was almost over, however, and (y/n) wasn’t too interested in telling the full thing anyways. They saw no need to lie either, however, so they gave Peter a rueful smile.

“My parents were S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. I was Blipped and they were on a mission when it happened. They didn’t Blip- they were actually killed during the ensuing chaos. I’ve come to terms with it, for the most part. Fury let me into his ranks when we all came back.”

Peter was adorable even when sad. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said with a frown, looking more like a kicked puppy than anything. “I’m glad that you’re going okay though. I lost my parents when I was really young. My Aunt was Blipped with me though, so I’m glad I have her.”

“That sounds nice,” (y/n) said, mostly because they’d read his file and knew that information already.

The boat sputtered to a stop and Dimitri turned around in his seat. “Times up,” he said. (y/n) almost laughed at Peter’s miffed expression.

“I almost wasn’t sure if you could talk,” he mumbled as he bumbled out. He was halfway out, one leg awkwardly stuck in the boat, before he suddenly whipped around and grabbed their arm. (y/n) jumped at the contact, hand drawn to gun, but stopped when they saw his worried expression.

“Will I ever see you again?”

(y/n)’s brain stopped. It rebooted with a myriad of thoughts and noises, accompanied by the shake of their head and a smile on their lips. “Maybe, maybe not,” they whispered, since they knew it’d pull an exasperated smile from his lips.

“O-okay,” Peter said, “well, I’ll take that as maybe a yes? Uh, I mean, you work for Fury and can probably get my information pretty easily, not to mention my location and a whole other ton of information-”

“We have to go,” Dimitri interrupted.

Peter whipped his leg out of the boat and stood looking like a kid thoroughly scolded. In a way that was kind of true. “I’ll see you soon?”

Hope sounded nice in his voice. “Yeah, maybe,” they said, and grinned when he did.

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New York was busy and loud and in a panic. Quinten Beck was, also, an asshole, and (y/n) had only met him a few times but that opinion was only firmly cemented after seeing the news. They held onto the car door when Dimitri banked a hard right. People outside screamed when they went over the curb. (y/n) wasted no time in throwing open the side door and running out.

Upon a pole, looking and sounding more panicked than any teenager should have any right to be, stood Spider-Man, trying his hardest to calm a rioting crowd. As they stalked forward (y/n) could see the trash that people were throwing and heard the obscenities they screamed. Peter really wasn’t that great at crowd control, but given the situation, anyone in his position wouldn’t be either.

“Let’s get him and go,” Maria said. (y/n) touched their com and grinned.

“Copy that. YO SPIDEY!”

Peter stood up and whirled around. The tension in his shoulders eased and (y/n) didn’t even have to turn around completely to know that he was following. The crowd tried to collapse inwards, screaming and shouting and arms and fists flying, but (y/n) ducked under them all and hopped into the van. Peter flew in after them and they were off.

Even though everyone wanted his head on a spike, Peter looked over at them and grinned. (y/n) grinned back. Now all that was left to do was find Quinten Beck and lay down one ass-beating of the century, Spider-Man approved.

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thelastspeecher · 5 years ago

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Superhero/villain AU - Heroic

Okay, the title is really vague because I wanted to avoid spoilers, but I’m gonna have to do a spoiler or two bc this particular ficlet requires trigger warnings! Hooray! So here’s an intense ficlet inspired by a hot button issue in my home country (the US of A), in which Emmett rises to the occasion, making both his parents proud and angry at the same time.

TW: Gun violence, school shooting situation (no injuries or deaths, don’t worry)

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Emmett looked up from his comic book when his mom turned off her favorite John Denver CD.

“What in the world…” Angie said faintly. Emmett looked out the window. His eyes widened. He sat up straighter. Every day, one of his parents would pick him up from school and then go pick up Emily, since her school let out half an hour later. He’d gotten used to the routine. The police cars parked outside Emily’s school and crowd of people milling around was most definitely not part of that routine.

“What’s going on?” Emmett asked.

“I’m not sure, hon,” Angie said. Emmett continued to stare out the window. A familiar shade of orange caught his eye.

“Is that Dad?”

“Looks like.” Angie’s voice was carefully controlled. Emmett watched his father, who was in his full hero gear, animatedly conversing with a police officer. The car came to a stop. “Stay in the car, Emmett.”

“But what if Emily’s-”

“Emily can take care of herself. You know that.”

“But-”

“Emmett Stanley McGucket, this is not up fer debate. Yer goin’ to stay in here until I find out what’s goin’ on, understand?” Angie snapped.

“…Yes, Ma,” Emmett mumbled.

“Good.” Angie got out of the car. Once she was engrossed in conversation with a police officer, Emmett silently opened his car door and exited. He snuck as close as he could without attracting attention, but still couldn’t make out what Angie was saying.

“Dangit,” Emmett muttered.

“Hey, kid,” a voice said. Emmett spun around. A police officer was approaching him. Emmett discretely slid off his power dampener. “You can’t be here. Go back to-”

“You don’t see me,” Emmett instructed the police officer. The police officer’s eyes glazed over. He stood silently, limp as a rag doll.

Oops. Emmett glanced back at his mom, who was still arguing with a police officer. Hang on. This might work. Emmett turned his attention back to the police officer he was commanding.

“Turn on your radio and give it to me,” he said. The police officer handed him his radio. “Go over there.” Emmett pointed at the small cluster of people that included Angie. “Turn on someone else’s radio. Discretely.” The police officer lumbered away, following Emmett’s instructions. The radio Emmett was holding crackled on.

“I demand to know what is goin’ on,” Angie’s voice said.

Yes! It worked! Emmett grinned. I can’t believe it! He looked up from the radio to see his dad walking over to Angie. This won’t go well.

“Ma’am, you need to leave,” Stan said gruffly. Emmett winced.

It’s so awkward whenever they have to interact and one of ��em is masked but the other isn’t. Angie crossed her arms.

“I won’t. Not until I get some answers,” she said firmly. “Tell me what is happenin’. My daughter’s in that buildin’!”

“I-” Stan started. He rubbed his face. “There’s a gunman situation.” Emmett’s heart plummeted to his feet. “We were able to evacuate most of the children safely, but the gunman is holding one class hostage.”

“Which class?” Angie asked. Stan looked away. “Which class?” Angie’s voice broke.

“Seventh period Advanced Chemistry,” Stan said quietly. Angie covered her mouth with one hand.

Emily’s in that class! Emmett gripped the radio. That’s it. I can’t just stay out here and do nothin’!

“Tell me now what steps yer takin’ to rectify the situation,” Angie demanded. Her voice shook with emotion, but carried, attracting attention. Emmett swallowed.

It’s go time. While his mom was occupying the attention of everyone, Emmett silently slipped past the line of police officers. He sprinted towards the school. Before he could make it to the front doors, he was tackled to the ground.

“Kid, what the hell are you-” began the police officer holding Emmett down. Emmett met his eyes.

“Let me go,” he commanded. “You didn’t see me.” Like before, the officer’s eyes glazed over. He silently released Emmett from his grip. Emmett got up. He looked over at the officer he had commanded earlier. The man was shaking his head like he’d just woken up from a deep dream. Emmett broke into a cold sweat.

I can only control one person at a time. They’re gonna realize where I am. This is my only shot. Emmett jumped to his feet, bolted the remaining few feet to the front doors, and ducked inside. Immediately, the radio he was holding crackled. The sound echoed strangely in the mostly empty school.

“Emmett!” Angie’s voice screamed, startling Emmett so much he almost dropped the radio.

“H-hi, Ma,” Emmett said weakly.

“Emmett, get back here, right now,” Angie snarled.

“How the hell did you do that, kid?” demanded the voice of the first police officer Emmett had controlled.

“It’s- it’s a long story, sir.”

“And it’s irrelevant at this juncture,” Stan’s voice said. Emmett swallowed nervously.

Oh, no. Dad only uses fancy words like “juncture” when he’s pissed. Emmett began to walk through the deserted halls, disconcerted by the book bags and notebooks on the floor, dropped when people were running. I’m gonna be grounded until I’m eighteen.

“What matters is that we’ve got an innocent, harmless kid who managed to get into a dangerous active crime scene,” Stan continued. Emmett huffed.

“I’m not harmless,” he muttered.

“Emmett,” Angie said in a warning tone.

“Kid, leave the school, now,” Stan demanded.

“No.”

“Boy, if you don’t-” Angie started.

“My twin sister is being held hostage, okay? I’m not gonna sit in the car and do nothin’, Ma!”

“Rethink your decisions,” Stan said.

“No. I know what I’m doin’,” Emmett said firmly. Muffled noises sounded over the radio.

“Ma’am, please don’t make me arrest you,” said one of the police officers.

“I’ll take care of her,” Stan said. “You just keep talking to the kid, okay? Don’t let him turn off the radio.”

Shoot! That’s right, I should turn off the radio. Otherwise, that person with a gun ‘ll hear me comin’. His hands shaking, Emmett turned the radio off. A dead silence fell. Not the best adjective to use right now, ‘Met. He came to a stop and strained his ears. Faintly, he could make out vague sounds coming from down the hall. Okay. Okay. You’re actually pretty close. He continued to stand still in the hall, every inch shaking with nerves. Move, dammit! Emily’s counting on you! Emmett took a step. C’mon!

Still shaking, Emmett managed to walk down the hall. He stopped outside the only classroom with a closed door. Through the door’s window, he could see Emily, pressed up against one of the classroom’s walls. She looked up. Her eyes widened.

“Emmett?” she mouthed. Emmett nodded.

“Send him out here,” Emmett mouthed back. Emily’s eyes widened further. She shook her head. Emmett nodded. Emily grimaced.

“Fine,” she mouthed. She looked at something that Emmett couldn’t see, most likely the gunman.

“Hey, uh, I think I heard somethin’.” Emily’s voice was loud enough that Emmett could hear it through the closed door. “Somethin’ out in the hall.” A muffled voice replied. “It’s not. I’m serious.” Footsteps sounded. The door burst open, revealing a teenage boy Emmett’s age, holding a rifle not unlike the ones Emmett’s relatives used to kill foxes that got too close to the henhouse. Before the boy could raise his gun, Emmett spoke.

“Stop.” Emmett focused as much of his power into his voice as he possibly could. The boy froze. “Let go of yer weapon.” The boy dropped the gun like it was red hot. “Kick it over to me.” The boy did as he was told. Emmett picked up the gun, then tossed it over the boy’s head. A gust of wind carried the gun to Emily, who caught it in her hands. Emmett then released the command. The boy’s eyes cleared from the haze they got when under Emmett’s control.

“Who- how-” the boy started. Emmett swallowed.

“Look. I could force you to give yourself up,” he started. His voice shook, betraying his continued anxiety about the situation. The boy straightened his back.

“Oh yeah? How?”

“Well, fer starters, my sister has your gun now. And our ma’s been teachin’ us how to properly operate firearms since we could crawl.” Emmett nodded at Emily. The boy turned around. He saw Emily brandishing the gun and paled. “So yeah, I could force ya. But I shouldn’t have to. And I don’t want to. You did a bad thing.” The boy’s shoulders fell. “You know it. So do what ya can to rectify it. Give yourself up.” Emmett put a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I’ll walk out with ya.” After a moment, the boy nodded. “C’mon.”

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“You’re grounded until you’re eighteen, kid,” Stan said, his voice muffled by the tight hug. By the time Emmett and all the students had emerged from the school, Stan had gone home to change out of his spandex so that he could be there not as the superhero Flamethrower, but Emily and Emmett’s dad. Emmett and Emily were currently wrapping in a tight hug by both their parents.

“I figured,” Emmett replied. Angie broke off the hug to cup Emmett’s face in her hands.

“Emmett, that was incredibly brave,” she said sincerely. Emmett smiled. “But it was also incredibly dumb.”

“Easily the dumbest thing I’ve seen any of you kids do,” Stan added. “And that’s saying something.” Emmett shrugged. “Sport, if it wasn’t for your power, you’d be in deep shit. You realize that, right?”

“Yeah.” Emmett rubbed the back of his neck. “I know.”

“Emmett got the guy to give himself up without using his power, though,” Emily said. “Yeah, he used it to get the gun away, but after that, he talked the guy down.” Angie put a hand over her heart. Stan’s eyes welled with tears.

“Dad, don’t cry,” Emmett said.

“I’m not crying,” Stan grunted. “It’s just- it’s allergy season, y’know.”

“No, it’s not,” Angie said. She kissed Emmett’s forehead, something she had to stand on her tiptoes to do, now that he was taller than her. “Honey, I can’t decide whether to be proud of ya or profoundly furious with ya. Which is part of bein’ a parent, I s’ppose.” She frowned at Emmett. “Seriously, though, if ya ever try somethin’ like this again-”

“Not planning on it.”

“Well, not until you become a hero like your old man, right?” Stan asked, jovially elbowing Emmett. Emmett shrugged. “Aw, c’mon. That was pure heroism, what you just did.”

“I know, but…” Emmett looked away. “It was really scary.”

“Yeah, that never goes away. It never stops being scary,” Stan said breezily. Emmett grimaced. “What makes a hero is doing the right thing, even though you’re scared.”

“Yeah…” Emmett nudged the ground with his toe. “I’m not really in the mood fer one of your motivational speeches, Dad. I’m a bit…I just wanna go home.” His voice became smaller with every word. Stan wrapped his arm around Emmett’s shoulders and squeezed.

“You got it, kiddo. But maybe we can stop for a treat on the way? I think a hero deserves some ice cream.”

“I agree,” Angie said.

“Yup,” Emily said. Emmett managed a small smile.

“I’m not one to turn down ice cream,” he said. Stan grinned at him.

“That’s my boy.”

#oooooof this had content a bit heavier than I usually write #but I'm proud of how it turned out nonetheless.#Superhero/villain AU #Emmett McGucket #Angie McGucket #Stanley Pines #Emily Pines #ficlet #my writing #my stuff #speecher speaks

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jinkkyu · 5 years ago

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what’s that comin over the hill is it a monster- no it’s just kiwi who is super thankful for all of you. BUT WHO’S THAT NEXT TO HIM ? yeah a monster for sure. han jinkyu, heaven-sent face but definitely actually from hell boy but ain’t he so handsome and lovely ? let’s take a look !

◜☾ ─ ◞ AHN HYOSEOP, CISMALE, HE/HIM — hold on, isn’t that HAN JINKYU walking around uiyeong ? there have been rumors spreading around that they HAVE crossed through the veil. maybe someone will get lucky ! they’ve always been known to be rather PERSPICACIOUS & TENACIOUS, but can also be pretty EGOTISTICAL & CALLOUS. as to be expected from a TWENTY-FIVE year old DARK MANYEO. hopefully the town of uiyeong doesn’t find itself in too much trouble !

you can hmu @ 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 ♡#7529 on discord !

the goblin ( lil long ) !

born as the fourth generation to a full lineage of witches with a family tree mapped out in tapestries & stories. each large room ricochets every sound into the next, most notably filled with countless relatives who occupied the mansion. a past always being remembered by the mouths that passed them on & in the diaries of those who had first told them. there were no secrets kept in his home, no illusions in the fact he was a witch. it was a life most dream of. in spite it all, there is a hollow in his chest he can’t place that only grows. there was a balance to things, he was taught before he could speak or before he even could remember. as he grows, this idea is cemented through constant lessons. nature is kind but unforgiving & he wasn’t to tip the balance. he ultimately doesn’t heed the advice, to the dismay & shame from his own family. ( what gave nature the right to say what he couldn’t do ? what gave anyone ? )

he is six when he began learning, honing his skills in spells & simple rituals. ‘he’s still too young to understand yet but he will,’ his mother said. balance. how could witches hope to keep the balance when humanity itself was so unfair ? his grandmother sees inklings of it, can see the sparks behind his eyes. she tells his mother she used to have the same thing. tells her that she grew out of it in time, that streak of stubbornness. he doesn’t. he doesn’t grasp it yet but he’s sure that balance doesn’t exist. unabashed even to this day, some things just never fade in time like his family may have hoped. some things only get sharper and more gnarled rather than softened.

age ten and he’s making the kids who say bad words to him trip on their way up the stairs, leaving them with bloody noses and mouthfuls of curses. balance, right ? he thinks his mother would be proud but when he tells her all he hears from her is scolding. ‘what about balance?’ he asks. ‘karma isn’t for you to deliver,’ she reasons. he doesn’t like the idea of balance, not anymore. he’s been burning so long he can no longer feel the heat but everyone sees. everyone sees the blisters crackling over his skin. they’re scared he is heading down a road he won’t return from & they are right. he started learning to hide himself & hide the interests in the dark & untamed spells. they think he got better, that he truly learned the balance but they were wrong. he’s the perfect storm, the most lovely cocktail of kindly smiles & hands behind his back holding what he shouldn’t. a tempest that doesn’t know how to stop & frankly doesn’t believe it ever should.

age sixteen & he had gone beyond what any of his familial bonds could ever hope to stop. his blood sings a song of violence & he has begun stand unflinching in the eye of loss. he’d lost his mother & his newborn sister. he’d lost his best friend & his eyes have seen far more than they should have. ( WHAT OF BALANCE ? WHAT OF EQUALITY ? ) he and his friends find trouble wherever they go. their eyes always go to him first, like they know. his grandfather makes failed attempts to reel him in. him & his dark eyes. him & his lesson in awakening. he comes to adopt emotionally compromised teenagers into his social circle, those with the wicked smiles and eyes that hold the stars. they hold a silent reverence for him & it only feeds him, only scratches the itch he’d had for so long.

he’s twenty-two when he starts his own coven, full of misfits & outcasts who are more fearful of him than respectful. they have every right to be but their gravest mistake was letting him sense that. what else was he to do but curse them ? turn their food bitter before it reaches their tongue or turn their beds into one of nails. they retreat, he weeds out the weak this way. found other minds like his this way, too. ( the sort to smile kindly while they pull strings behind your back to tie your hands. ) his gravest mistake would be to trust them, even if it was only partly. he’s ambitious, hopes the world for his coven if only to further his own strength. they are a second family, almost.

twenty-five is when his coven grows tired of him, grows weary of the way he operates. what follows after is what he can only come to recognize as betrayal though what the world may recognize as karma. ( he knew, he knew better. ) a change of power, even the thought has his blood boiling. he puts a curse on the one who suggests it & the rest of his coven retaliates. roots from a nearby pierce his skin, something hot seeping through his abdomen and something black pours from his lips. he’s dead before he can defend himself & he lay dying just as he’d always lived. ALONE & BITTER.

after being dead for nearly half a year.. sloop sloop he’s back !!

wanted connections !

childhood friends or acquaintances

ex-covenmates, he’s .. gonna be gunning for your muse but hey go for it friends ! some of them were genuinely supportive of him.

an ex fling, he doesn’t play around with love unless it benefits him somehow.

an ex, i thought you loved me kind of deal you know oops or even someone who still thinks the world of him

young witch he’s mentoring !

someone who wanna kill his ass again lbr he deserve it

‘friends’ he really doesn’t have any but he sure can pretend like no one else !

#gh.intro #i cannot say.. how excite i am

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psychosistr · 5 years ago

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A Playful Spark- Chapter 3, Adulthood Pt.1

Summary: When Elmo fully hits puberty during his teenage years, some things come to light that make growing up much harder for him. Thankfully he still has Jack to support him, but how will the toy maker react when the electrically inclined rodent confesses a deep secret to him?

Notes: Warnings for this chapter: It does involve domestic abuse and period-typical homophobia. Also, some mentions of pedophilia in this chapter, but it’s just Jack talking about how disgusted he is by that sort of thing and providing a reason for why he wouldn’t date a seventeen year old XP

-First Chapter-

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

~Age 23~

*knock* *knock* *knock*

Jack groaned and rolled over, trying to ignore the knocking at his door.

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

If he ignored it long enough, it would probably go away..

*KNOCK* *KNOCK* *KNOCK*

“Alright, already, I’m comin’! Geez!” He yelled in the direction of his front door as he finally, begrudgingly, sat up on his couch. He’d had a late night at the toy shop and ended up crashing on the comfy cushions as soon as he’d gotten home. Looking at the clock told him that it was nearly two in the morning and he was irritated over being woken up after less than two hours of sleep. He stood up with a yawn and stretched his stiff joints before walking to the door. He didn’t even bother looking through the peep-hole to see who it was as he opened the door, too busy rubbing his eyes. “Dude, do you have any idea what..time…it..” His irritated question trailed off when he saw who was standing at his door. “Elmo?”

Blinking the sleep-induced fuzziness from his eyes confirmed for him that, yes, it was indeed his best friend standing at the door of his apartment at two in the morning. The poor teen looked like a literal drowned rat, his button-up shirt and pants soaking wet from the rain that had started shortly after Jack got home. His head was tilted down and his shoulder-length hair was just as wet as his clothes and plastered to him, hiding his face from the duck in front of him.

“Can..Can I stay here tonight, Jackie..?” Elmo’s voice came out small, meek, and almost afraid- a tone that Jack had never heard from the normally self-confidant boy, even when he was bullied or beaten up by the kids in school.

Jack frowned, wanting to ask what happened to put his friend in such a state, but he decided that questions could wait until the other boy was no longer in danger of catching hypothermia.

“Considering I’m not a completely heartless jerk- yeah, you can.” He stepped aside so Elmo could come in.

The next hour passed in a tense silence as Jack helped Elmo get cleaned up. He let Elmo use the shower to warm himself up while he pulled out some of his spare pajamas for the other to wear and threw the rat’s soaked clothes in the dryer. He grabbed a spare pillow and blanket from his closet and set them up on the couch to make it a bit more comfortable to sleep on, the pair more than used to random sleepovers by now (though usually under much nicer circumstances).

By the time Elmo exited the bathroom, his fur and hair slightly fluffed from the static-rich towels Jack had in there and changed into the pajamas Jack left for him, he had the couch made up into a make-shift bed.

Turning around to greet the kid made Jack’s words die in his throat, however, when he finally got a chance to see the teen’s face: He was covered in bruises dark enough to be seen through his short fur. The most prevalent ones were around his neck, looking like someone had gripped him by the throat and lifted him off the ground. There were slightly lighter bruises along his cheeks, on his long nose, and, most notably, the big one on his left eye that was swelling into a full-blown black eye.

Elmo must have noticed Jack’s wide-eyed stare, because he suddenly looked down and shifted uncomfortably. “……”

Jack frowned at the reaction, knowing that whatever happened must have been really bad to make the rodent so skittish. Looking at the couch he’d made up, Jack got an idea and suddenly took everything off of it- the blanket, the pillow, the throw pillows, and even the cushions. He then walked past Elmo to his bedroom and proceeded to strip everything off of his own bed and carry the assortment of sheets, blankets, and pillows into the living room with him.

Grinning, he tossed everything from his bed down to join the pile on the floor. He then went over to the kitchen area of his living space and grabbed a few clips he used for chip bags, the two chairs from his small (and mostly unused) dining table, and a package of chocolate chip cookies.

Elmo gave him a confused look as he watched the duck bring everything over to the pile in the living room, tilting his head as he watched Jack begin to pin the sheets together with the clips.

To answer his friend’s confused stare, Jack just grinned and held up the sheets. “C’mon, Mo- ya still remember how to do this, right?”

He could tell that the confused rat was about to ask what he meant, but then the look of realization finally dawned on his face when he saw Jack finish with the sheets and push the small coffee table aside before putting the two chairs in its place with a foot or two of space between them.

A small smile appeared on Elmo’s face and he nodded. “Yeah, I think so..”

He helped Jack make sure the chairs were in the proper place before they spread the pinned-together sheets out to form a curtain-like tunnel that went over the back of the couch, straight out in front to rest briefly over the chairs, and then ended up tucked around behind the TV so it was still viewable within the tunnel they’d formed- for good measure, they even tucked the sheet on the other end beneath the couch’s feet to make sure it wouldn’t droop. The pair then crawled inside through an opening in the sheets near the sofa and arranged the various stuffed objects into a comfortable cushion nest with the sofa cushions propped up against the couch so they could sit up comfortably.

Once everything was setup inside, Jack crawled back out to grab the last of their necessary provisions for the night. Namely the TV remote, the cookies he’d grabbed earlier, two cups of milk from the kitchen, and, as an afterthought, he grabbed an icepack from the freezer and wrapped it in a washcloth. He handed everything to Elmo through the entrance before joining him inside again and the two got comfortably situated in their blanket fort.

Jack picked a channel that he knew played bad sci-fi movies late at night and opened the pack of chocolate chip cookies for them to split. The two friends were soon engrossed in a bad killer-robot movie with Elmo pointing out how scientifically inaccurate the details on the robot were while Jack talked about a design he’d come up with for a toy robot. After they polished off their chocolatey desserts and drained their glasses, Jack held the icepack up to Elmo with an understanding smile, one that offered sympathy without prompting for a story just yet.

Elmo took the icepack with a sigh and placed it over his swollen eye. He hissed slightly from the contact at first, but relaxed soon enough.

After a while longer of watching bad movies, he heard Elmo say something so quiet that it was almost inaudible over the sound effects from the TV. “Hey..Jackie..?”

Jack turned his head to look at the other boy beside him. “What’s up, bud?”

“……” Elmo looked down slightly, hesitating before he spoke again. “…Thanks…”

Jack just smiled at his friend and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, holding the teen against his side comfortingly. “Eh, don’t mention it.”

They smiled at each other before nestling back into the cushions to get more comfortable as they watched another movie. Jack pulled the blankets he’d stashed inside the fort earlier up to cover them as a general feeling of sleepiness and contentment settled over both of them. Half-way through the film, he heard soft snoring beside him and glanced over to see Elmo had already fallen asleep. With a tired but affectionate smile, Jack turned the TV off and pulled the blankets up a bit higher over both of them before falling asleep as well.

To absolutely no one’s surprise, Jack didn’t wake up until well past noon the next day. Thankfully, it was his day off from the shop, so he didn’t have to freak out about running late.

Feeling a weight against his side, he looked over to see Elmo still curled against him as the rat slept. Examining him in the dim daylight that filtered in through the sheets, Jack took the chance to quietly examine the boy’s injuries. The swelling in his eye had gone down a bit thanks to the ice pack, and some of the lighter bruises seemed to be healing a little as well, but would probably take more time.

Looking further down, he noticed that Elmo was gripping Jack’s shirt tightly in one of his hands as he slept. He seemed almost afraid to let go…

Jack frowned a little again at the boy’s subconscious behavior. Elmo may not have been physically strong in any sense of the word, but the kid always had a tough spirit. No matter how he got bullied or kicked around throughout middle and high school, he’d always kept a brave face and said that things weren’t that bad. THIS, though, whatever it was, was bothering him on a subconscious level and that worried Jack greatly.

Shaking himself out of his melancholy thoughts, Jack gently placed a hand on Elmo’s shoulder and gave it a light pat. “Hey, Elmo, wake up- let’s get some breakfast!” He spoke softly enough to avoid startling the still-skittish rodent, but raised his voice just enough to be effective.

Elmo groaned slightly and slowly opened his eyes, having trouble opening the blackened one all the way. “More like lunch by now..”

Jack shrugged. “Time is a man-made construct, pal.” He grinned excitedly. “So that means if we want pancakes after 12:30, then we can sure as hell have pancakes!”

Elmo released the grip he had on Jack’s shirt so he could rub at his non-bruised eye. “Fine, but don’t drown mine in whipped cream- I know how you cook.”

“You mean with style, flare, and great taste? I completely agree!” He joked as he gave the rat’s hair a quick ruffle before slipping out of the blanket fort to make breakfast.

To his pleased surprise, Elmo followed him and helped him pull out the ingredients for the pancakes. They worked together as perfectly as they always did when they set their minds to something, able to pass ingredients and tools back and forth without needing to ask for anything at all. This left them free to talk about the movies they watched the previous night and make jokes about the bad effects in so many of them.

While waiting for the pancakes to cook on the stovetop, a thought occurred to Jack and he briefly crawled back into the blanket fort to retrieve the icepack from the other night. He stuck it in the freezer so it could get cold again and, on his way back to the stove, he saw Elmo watching him.

Deciding now would be as good of a time as any to rip the metaphorical Band-Aid off, he asked the first thing that seemed safe. “How’s the eye? Any better?”

Elmo shrugged, avoiding eye contact again. “Kind of…”

“Hm, guess that’s better than it feelin’ worse.” He conceded with a shrug as he picked up the spatula again. Jack idly lifted the corners of the pancakes to check them, giving him an excuse not to stare at Elmo as they talked and providing the younger boy with some comfort. “So, something happen at school? Just give me a name- you know I’m not above scarin’ the shit out of teenagers.” He said with a smirk.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Elmo lean against the kitchen wall with a small smile. “No, it’s nothing like that this time..” His smile fell slowly as he swallowed down a lump in his throat. “I just..I, uh..” He took a deep breath and sighed it out heavily, apparently trying to gather his nerve before he continued. “I kind of- that is, I just..well, I said something stupid and dad..he..he got kind of mad at me.”

“What?!” Jack’s eyes widened in shock and he nearly dropped the spatula, managing to catch it at the last minute before it hit the ground. Once he set the utensil safely back down on the counter, he turned so that he was fully-facing his friend. “Your DAD did this to you?!”

He was…well, shocked would be a gross understatement. Sure, he had never really had any super-long conversations with Mr.Sputterspark, but, from what he could tell, the guy didn’t SEEM like the kind of man to just snap and beat the crap out of his kid for no reason. Maybe he missed some signs or something?

A dark feeling bubbled up inside of him as a single thought crossed his mind: Had this happened before?

He’d known Elmo and his family for thirteen years- the thought that he’d somehow missed signs of this happening to his best friend before terrified and infuriated him at the same time.

“Yeah..” Elmo’s quiet voice brought Jack out of his thoughts that were quickly spiraling into something darker due to his brain conjuring up images of the young rat in pain. “It’s not a big deal…was my fault, anyway..shouldn’t have said anything..” He was looking at the ground, speaking more to himself than to Jack at that point.

Jack’s eyes set in a firm glare and his mouth formed a scowl as he turned back to the stove briefly, moved the frying pan with their pancakes off the burner, then walked over to Elmo to place his hands firmly on the rat’s shoulders. His friend jumped slightly from the unexpected contact before looking up at the duck with a startled expression- both from the grip the bird had on his shoulders and the look on his face.

“You listen to me, and you listen good, got it?” Jack said with a steely-firmness his voice never before possessed. At a hesitant nod from the teenager in front of him, Jack said exactly what was on his mind. “What you said doesn’t matter- NOTHING you could’ve said gives him, or anyone else, the right to HURT you! He doesn’t agree with what you said? That’s fine, but HE was still the one who was wrong for putting his hands on you! YOU didn’t do anything wrong- HE did! So don’t you dare go blaming yourself for ANY of this, got it?”

“…” Elmo listened to the older boy with a wide-eyed stare that slowly began to mist over as he processed the other’s words. He nodded at the end of it and wrapped his arms around himself in a self-conscious need for comfort and security. “…So..you wouldn’t get mad at me if I said the same thing to you…?”

Jack shook his head and moved one of his hands off of the mammal’s shoulders to pet the top of his head in a small gesture of comfort. “You’re my best friend, Elmo. You could tell me you were secretly an alien spy or an evil super villain planning to destroy the planet and wipe out all life on Earth and I’d still have your back- hell, I’d help you build the doomsday weapon myself! Promise.” He moved his hand off of the other’s head and held it in front of him with the pinky extended.

Elmo looked at his hand for a moment with a tiny smile before hooking his own pinky around it and giving it a little shake. He let go afterwards and took a deep breath to help him organize his thoughts before he spoke again. “Have you ever thought about, you know, dating someone…other than a..you know..a-a girl..?” He looked away slightly, getting that uncomfortable and nervous look on his face again. “I mean..is it okay to-to..to like a guy the same way you’re supposed to like a girl..? I-I tried asking my parents about it, but my dad he-he got..he got really mad an-nd grabbed me and..and..he..” He swallowed nervously, one hand going up to rub tenderly at his still bruised throat. “He said ‘I didn’t raise any f-fags in this house, so you’d better man up and quit with that fruity way of thinking’…at least, that’s the nice way of putting what he said…”

Jack’s eyes softened in understanding. So that’s what happened…talk about a difficult way to come out of the closet…

“Honestly?” Jack started, earning a slight upwards glance from the rodent in front of him. He paused briefly for dramatic effect before giving the boy a sympathetic smile and a nod. “Yeah. It’s fine to think like that- you can like whoever you want, as long as you’re not hurting yourself or someone else.”

“R-Really?” Elmo asked, a hopeful edge to the tone of his voice.

Jack nodded again. “Yep. At least, for me it is.” He shrugged a little as he continued. “Granted, it’s not always safe to talk about that sort of thing- lot of people are stupid like that, especially adults- but I’ve kinda played both sides of the field by now, if you catch my drift.”

Elmo’s jaw visibly dropped and hung open for a moment before he spoke again. “Seriously? You jerk, you never told me!” He pouted and gave Jack a light punch to the shoulder.

Jack chuckled at the other’s pouty face and shrugged again. “You never asked and I didn’t feel like bragging about my many adventurous conquests.”

Elmo raised a skeptical eyebrow at that. “Really? YOU??”

Jack pretended to look insulted. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’ll have you know that I am quite a catch!” He winked with a coy smile.

The expression was enough to earn a laugh from the rodent, instantly brightening the mood between them and earning a chuckle from Jack in return.

“So, we’re, uh..we’re not..you know..weird..?” Elmo asked with a shy smile while running one hand through his long brown hair.

Jack laughed at that question, throwing his head back as he did. “Oh no, we are DEFINITELY weird!” He wiped tears from his eyes before giving Elmo a much more reassuring grin. “We’ve got a lot of things that make us weird, Mo…but..this ain’t one of ‘em. If anyone says otherwise, you just come to me and I’ll deal with ‘em.”

Elmo smiled with more confidence as he wrapped his arms around Jack in a tight hug. “Thanks, Jackie..for having my back..”

Jack smiled softly and returned the embrace, patting his friend’s back comfortingly. “Anything for my ‘Partner in Crime’.”

~Age 25~

Jack stepped out of his red sports car after he parked it safely in the spot outside of his apartment complex, walking into the air-conditioned lobby and taking the elevator up instead of the stairs. The shiny car and nice building were a far cry from the beat up old mini-van and cramped apartment he’d started out with a few years ago- a true testament to his financial success.

He had started out small, getting a part-time job in a toy shop and studying under the aging owner as he learned various trade secrets. Over time, he’d begun introducing his own toys to the store’s shelves until he was named partner in the business and, once the previous owner retired, he took over and used the money to expand his ideas. Just like he’d thought, his toys were a huge hit with the kids! It didn’t take long at all for “Quackerjack Toys” to become a household name and for him to move out to a better spot in town closer to his company’s main office.

A lot of things had changed rapidly in his life, especially over the past two years. However, as he reached his floor and pulled out the key to his apartment, he was happily reminded of one thing that stayed the same.

Said thing was casually seated on Jack’s couch, currently drawing up blueprints for his latest science experiment.

Elmo looked up when he heard the door open and gave Jack a quick nod in greeting before looking back at his blueprints. “Hey, Jackie.”

“Hey, Mo.” Jack greeted in return as he shrugged off his brightly colored red and blue jacket and hung it up by the door. “Still working on your static generator?”

“Mhm.” Elmo hummed absently while erasing one of his lines and redrawing it. “I’ve got the prototype set up at school already, it just needs some final adjustments and it’ll be perfect!”

“Heh, cool. Can’t wait to see it.” Jack said before heading back to his bedroom to change out of his work clothes and into his home-clothes (mainly consisting of comfy sweat pants and loose tee-shirts).

Having Elmo at his apartment had become an even more frequent thing over the past two years. Ever since the night his best friend had turned up on his doorstep in the middle of the night, soaked, scared, and abused by his family, Jack had made it a point to always get a spare key for the other to keep with him- giving him the freedom to come over any time he felt lonely or scared or even just bored. The rat had been hesitant at first, saying he didn’t want to bother the duck, but, after MUCH insistence from the older boy, he finally caved in and accepted the key.

Thankfully, Elmo had never come to see Jack in that rough of a state again, but he did still come over sometimes with a bruised cheek or wet streaks in his fur from when he’d been upset earlier. Jack never failed in his quest to help his best friend temporarily forget about his troubles, offering a shoulder to cry on or a funny distraction depending on which was needed more for the current situation.

Admittedly, having someone to talk to about his own romantic preferences was refreshing for Jack, too. Unlike Elmo, he’d never even broached the subject with his own parents, and, more like Elmo, he didn’t exactly have many friends besides the other boy to talk to.

Things were slowly changing in society as time went by, but the general populace was still very vocally against the idea, making it unsafe to openly discuss one’s personal tastes unless you were sure you were among like-minded individuals.

Being the head of an up-and-coming company that catered to children put Jack in an exceptionally awkward spot as well: One bad rumor or public scandal and people would start accusing him of crimes that, honestly, disgusted him to even think about. For now, it was best to keep his relationships a secret from everyone.

Well, everyone except Elmo, of course.

Once Jack was changed into his more comfortable attire, he joined Elmo on the couch by flopping over the length of the cushions with his legs dangling over the armrest and his head landing beside the rodent’s leg so he could look up at the seventeen year old’s intensely concentrated face.

“Hey, Nick-Elmo Tesla,” He joked with a chuckle, earning a hum of acknowledgement. “I’m feeling waaaaaaayy too lazy to cook tonight- you wanna stay for pizza?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah, sure, sounds good..” The other boy said quietly, still concentrating on his blueprints.

Jack hated being ignored, even if it was indirectly. With a smirk he sat up and grabbed his phone from the end-table. “I’m thinking extra-large with quadruple cheese, half the sauce, with pickled peppers, pineapple, and extra anchovies- sounds great, huh?”

“Mhm, sure..” Elmo didn’t even register the unappetizing combination, instead he just absent-mindedly agreed and nodded along. Jack pouted and turned the phone over in his hand so that the antenna was pointing forward and poked the teen in the side with it, causing him to yelp and finally look at the pouting duck. “Ack! What?”

Jack gave him a dead-pan expression and a raised eyebrow. “You just agreed to a pizza smothered in cheese with pickled peppers, pineapple, and anchovies.”

Elmo at last made an appropriately disgusted face. “I did? Gross!”

Jack chuckled at the expression and smiled a bit. “That’s more like it. You are WAY too into your electricity crap- way more than usual.” He brought his legs up onto the couch and crossed them as he looked at his friend expectantly. “Wanna tell me WATTS up?”

Elmo rolled his eyes slightly at the pun, but finally set the paper and pencil down with a sigh. “It’s just…prom’s this week and my parents keep bugging me about going.” He looked away from Jack with a slight frown. “They keep asking me which GIRL I’m going to take..” The way he emphasized the gender made it very clear exactly how his parents had been pestering him

Jack nodded in understanding with a sympathetic roll of his eyes. “Oof. That’s rough, bud.”

Elmo looked back over at Jack with an irritated sigh. “It’s so stupid- it’s just a dance. Why does it matter who I go with? Or if I even go at all?”

Jack shrugged and crossed his arms behind his head as he leaned back against the cushions. “It’s ‘cause it’s some sort of ‘sacred rite of passage into adulthood’, or some crap.”

“Who’d you go with for yours again?” Elmo asked as he leaned back more comfortably on the couch too.

“Oh, I went with Stacey Storkson- girl from my theater club.” Jack answered, recalling the blue dress the long-legged girl had picked out and the white and blue tux he’d rented. “Neither of us had a date and we got along well enough, so we went together, took a couple pictures, danced like two times, then went home. It was alright, I guess, as far as parties go.” He looked across the couch at the other boy with a raised eyebrow. “So, anyone you’re thinking about taking?”

Elmo frowned and folded his arms. “No, I don’t really talk to any girls..”

“What about boys?” Jack teased with a smirk.

Elmo shook his head in response. “I don’t really get along well enough with any of the guys at school, either…”

“Hmmm..” Jack hummed in thought, idly spinning the phone in his hand as if it were a large pencil. “Well, anyone outside of school you’d wanna take? You know- someone you’d like to ask out on a date or somethin’?”

The rat grew quiet at that, looking down at his lap with an apprehensive expression on his face. “…………”

Jack looked at him with a curious frown, noting how tense the other boy looked. “Elmo..?” He prompted carefully, not wanting to make his friend feel pressured, but genuinely curious and concerned now.

“……” Elmo took a deep breath in and let it out to calm himself, one hand nervously rubbing at his opposite arm. “There..is one guy I-I kind of..like…well, more than ‘kind of like’..that is, I mean..” He groaned, grabbed one of the throw pillows off of the sofa, and buried his face in it, hiding the growing redness that had spread over his cheeks. “..I..think I have feelings for someone…” He muttered through the fabric and stuffing, just loud enough to be heard.

“WhaaaaaAAAAAT?!” Jack shouted excitedly, bouncing from his end of the couch over to Elmo’s with a big smile. “Mo, that’s awesome!” He shook the boy’s shoulder with both hands. “You gotta ask him out!”

Elmo shook his head fervently, clinging tighter to the pillow. “I can’t..”

“Why not?” Jack tried tugging the pillow free from the rodent’s death-grip. “Just take him to prom with ya! It’s fine if he goes to another school- lots of people sneak friends in!”

Elmo frowned when Jack managed to yank the pillow away. “He..doesn’t go to another school..” He looked away, shrinking back against the couch uncomfortably under Jack’s curious gaze. “He-He finished school a while back…”

“A while ba..?” Jack’s questioned trailed off at the meaning of those words: It was an adult. “Elmo..” Jack said with a sudden tone of seriousness as he put a hand on the younger boy’s shoulder. “He hasn’t tried anything, has he?”

He felt protective fury burning in his chest- the same way it did whenever he saw Elmo hurt or bullied or threatened by someone else. He hated the idea of someone doing anything at all to hurt his best friend and would do anything it took to protect him.

Jack knew from experience that teenage years were already a confusing time for people when it came to hormones, relationships, and sex vs. love, but the whole thing was even worse for people like him and Elmo with so few options available.

In his own search for knowledge about his sexuality, he’d learned that the best sources were adults in less-than-reputable locations. Most of these people were fine to talk to, offering advice and knowledge and understanding that was harder to find in places where the light of society shined much brighter. However, there were always people that preyed upon those confused, attention-starved kids who still didn’t have quite the same grasp on the difference between genuine love and physical attraction.

The thought of Elmo being used by one of those creeps had Jack already mentally planning what weapons to bring and where he could hide a body-

“No!” Elmo’s urgent voice brought him back to the moment at hand as the rat shook his head, avoiding eye-contact with the duck beside him. “He doesn’t- I mean, I’m pretty sure he’s not aware that I..” He took a deep breath before shaking his head again. “He doesn’t know that I like him.”

“Oh, okay..” Jack relaxed his grip on the other’s shoulder, feeling a bit better now that he knew some pervert wasn’t trying to take advantage of his friend. “So, what’s he like?”

“He’s, uh..” Elmo struggled for a moment to find his words. “Well..he’s smart, for starters, a great engineer with a lot of really big and creative ideas. He’s also pretty funny- he makes me laugh a lot.” The look he gave Jack was strange, as if he was looking at him and looking through him at the same time. “He’s really kind and supportive, too…he’s always there for me when I need him…and..and..” He looked away, his face turning red as he managed to say the final piece of his description. “And he’s…he’s m-my best friend..”

Those words hit Jack HARD, making him fall back against the couch as if he’d been physically struck by them.

Wow.

Okay, that…that was a lot to take in…

Jack took a minute to collect his scattered thoughts before he sat back up to look at the nervous rodent on the other side of the couch. “So…” He had to swallow down a lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “You’re, uh…You’re serious, huh, Mo..?”

Elmo nodded with a shaky laugh, running an anxious hand through his hair. “Y-Yeah…I am.” He took a deep breath before looking at Jack again. “So…?” He prompted, his face telling the older duck that he was prepared for whatever rejection awaited him.

Jack frowned slightly at the hurt look on the other’s face and ran a hand through his own head-feathers to collect his thoughts.

His best friend just confessed to having feelings for him and was expecting an answer. Unfortunately, he wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about the whole situation, himself.

One the one hand, he did like Elmo a lot. He was his best friend and the person who understood and connected with him better than anyone else in the whole world. He had a lot of fun with the guy and, truthfully, he wasn’t that bad in the looks department (even if he was still a bit scrawny). All things considered, if they had been the same age, Elmo was totally the kind of guy Jack would’ve made a pass at by now.

On the other hand, there was the glaring problem that they WEREN’T the same age. Jack was significantly older than his friend and had seen the kid grow up. While it was true that he always thought of the other as his equal and never his junior or something condescending like that, he was still painfully aware of the fact that he was quite a bit older than the kid, as well, and the idea of being with someone who was still, technically, a CHILD grossed him out in ways that made his feathers fluff up, even if it was his best friend.

“Okay, look,” Jack finally said after he got his thoughts sorted, looking at Elmo with a serious expression. “You’re my best friend, Mo, above everything else. BUT, you gotta admit, I’m A LOT older than you.”

Elmo glanced away with a frown and mumbled. “Seven’s not that much..”

“Eight, during the holidays.” Jack added reflexively after many years of jokes regarding how their birthdays fell throughout the year. “Anyway,” He said with a shake of his head to get back on track. “You’re still pretty young and, I get it, things are..kind of weird and confusing right now. I’ve had PLENTY of experience in that department, trust me- it’s real easy to get a crush on someone you’re close to and think it’s love when it’s really just your friggin’ hormones driving you insane.”

That, unfortunately, seemed to be the wrong thing to say, making Elmo’s frown turn into a scowl. “Seriously?” He asked when he looked back up at Jack. “You think that’s all this is? That I’m-That I’m, what? Confused? Stupid? Just that desperate to get it on with someone?”

Jack frowned at the frustrated outburst. “That’s not what I’m sayin’, Mo.”

“Yes it is!” Elmo snapped, his hands curling into fists before he crossed his arms over his chest and looked away. “You think I’m just another stupid teenager and that I don’t know what love feels like just ‘cause I’m ‘inexperienced’. Well, guess what? This isn’t something new for me: I’ve been thinking it over for at least a year now, and it’s driving me crazy!” The edges of his face softened a bit as he frowned again. “It’s not just a stupid ‘physical’ thing, Jackie..I..I actually want to be with you. It sucks and it drives me crazy, but..but everytime I see you, I just get this..I get this sort of, I don’t know, ‘bubbly’- is that the right word? Do people get ‘bubbly’?- feeling in my chest.” He closed his eyes for a moment to avoid the startled look he was getting from the duck. “I think about you being with other people, or someone messing with you, and I start plotting ways to get rid of them. Then, when I think about what I want out of life, all that really comes to mind is just being with you- working together at your company, coming back here together after work, eating dinner together, then just hanging out or falling asleep next to each other.” He took a deep breath before looking at Jack with pleading, watery eyes. “So..So don’t just tell me it’s because I’m confused or because I’m too young- I’m old enough to know that I..I love you, Jackie..” He rubbed his sleeve across his eyes to stop any tears from falling. “Even if..you don’t feel the same..” He added quietly, so softly that Jack almost didn’t catch it.

“Elmo..” Jack frowned at the absolutely heart-broken tone to his dearest friend’s voice. He hated seeing the boy in pain, and hated even more that he was partially responsible for it. Taking a deep breath himself, Jack moved closer and pulled the teenager into a comforting embrace. “I didn’t say that, did I?”

Elmo looked at him hopefully. “You mean-?”

“Ah, ah.” Jack stopped him before he could finish his question with a shake of his head. “I didn’t say that either.” He put a hand on the mammal’s head and petted him gently in a familiar, soothing motion he’d learned after years of comforting the other boy. “Look, everything you just said..well..I’d be lying if I said it didn’t sound like stuff I’d enjoy doing, too. BUT,” He interjected the word into his statement when he saw the hopeful smile starting to form on the boy’s face and tried to stop it before it got too far. “You’re still too young.” He tapped the rat on his long nose when he was about to say something. “And I don’t mean that in a ‘you’re a hormonal teenager’ way, I mean it in a ‘I could go to jail for looking at you inappropriately and would totally deserve to get the shit beaten out of me by a big guy named Brutus in the showers’ sort of way. Right now, it just feels..wrong and kind of icky to think about you like that, you know?” He reasoned with a slight shudder. “And it’s not because it’s YOU- if I’m being honest here, I’d probably have made a move on you years ago if you were in high school with me- it’s because you’re still considered a KID.”

Elmo frowned a bit and looked back down. “So..that’s a pretty hard ‘no’, huh..?” Jack flicked his forehead with a light glare. “Ow!” The rat rubbed his head and looked back up at the duck. “What?”

“Would you quit puttin’ words in my mouth?” Jack said before his glare eased slightly. “It’s not a ‘hard no’, like you said. It’s more of a ‘no for now, but maybe later’, okay?”

“You mean it?” Elmo questioned, that familiar look of suspicion that showed he felt he was just being placated on his face again.

“Yeah, I mean it.” Jack said, holding his pinky out towards the other in a familiar gesture. “We’ll give it a few years, let you get a chance to try dating other kids your own age and see if anything settles down or changes for you. If you still feel that way once you’re old enough to LEGALLY buy me a drink, then I’ll go out with you. Deal?”

Elmo looked at his hand for a few seconds before bringing his own hand up and hooking his pinky around the offered digit. “Deal.” They shook their joined hands before letting go. After a moment’s hesitation, Elmo spoke again. “Hey, Jackie..?”

“Yeah, Mo?” Jack questioned while he went to retrieve the phone from earlier.

“…We’re..” The rodent frowned slightly. “We’re still best friends…right…?”

Jack blinked and looked at the other with a dumb-struck face. “What kind of stupid question is that?” He reached over and playfully tussled the other boy’s hair with a grin. “Of course we are! No matter what happens- if we go out or don’t go out, if we go out and it works out or doesn’t work out- we’re ALWAYS gonna be best friends. Got it?”

“Got it.” Elmo answered with a relieved smile before snatching the phone from Jack. “Now let’s order a pizza that DOESN’T make me hurl.”

Jack laughed and tried to grab the phone back from him (insisting that his jalapeño and Canadian bacon pizza wasn’t THAT bad), the atmosphere between them cleared and as carefree as ever, much to the pair’s combined relief. They spent the evening eating pizza and chocolate snack cakes and watching a comedy show on TV before Elmo left for home with a casual “see you later, Jackie” while Jack gave a light-hearted “smell ya later, Mo!” in return.

However, if Jack had known that was the last day he’d see his friend, he would have said so much more…

<-Previous Chapter Next Chapter->

End Notes: So, finally hitting some more serious drama in this chapter. Sorry it’s a bit longer than the last couple, but the next one will be a bit shorter before the final chapter.

Also, sorry again if any of the subject matter in this chapter made anyone uncomfortable- anyone who reads my work will see a pattern in which I am incapable of writing characters I like/ship ending up together without going through some sort of pain/drama >_<”

#quackervolt #quackerjack #megavolt #quackerjack/megavolt #dwd #darkwing duck #childhoodfriends!AU #Playful Spark

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REYLO VS HERCULES

Post written by ME. The animated gifs and pictures shown, however, AREN’T MINE and DON’T BELONG TO ME IN ANY WAY. Sorry for mistakes, but English isn’t my first language

Before going into this post’s subject, I wanted say a my OPINION: I notice these days some has returned to talk about Episode IX as if it should resume from "Star Wars. Episode VII. The Force Awakens" end by canceling "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi", acting as if that movie had never existed: Rey who adjusts Anakin's lightsaber, broken during fight between her and Kylo in throne room, Kylo who adjusts her old mask, which HIMSELF broke in elevator... a few days back to theory "Rey is Luke’s daughter, therefore, a hidden Skywalker, so romantic Reylo can’t be, ‘cause she and Kylo are relatives", thanks also to Kery Russell presence on set, coincidentally, a temporary leak identifies as "Luke’s secret love", in spite of Rey age 19 and Kylo Ren 29 years, make CHRONOLOGICALLY and MATHEMATICALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR REY BEING DAUGHTER of LUKE and, therefore, a SKYWALKER. My recent post about WHY, in my opinion, Rey ISN’T a Skywalker is here:

https://romana73.tumblr.com/post/182247877011/why-rey-cant-be-a-skywalker-logic-reasoning-post

An advice: you FEEL your SOUL IN PEACE. TLJ EXISTS, it’s part of Star Wars saga. JJ. Abrams, whom I RESPECT, I sure he WON’T CANCEL TLJ and he won’t even pretend it has ever existed. Romantic Reylo and their connection EXIST, JJ Abrams invented them in TFA. Closed this parenthesis, let's go back to this post’s topic. This is third, perhaps fourth post, I write in response to those who argue Rey, good heroine, will never fall in love with Ben/Kylo Ren, ‘cause he’s VILLAN and NEVER allow GOOD heroine fall in love with story’s villain... then you see Hercules, a cartoon movie by Walt Disney in 1997...story is: Zeus son, day Hercules is born, Fates preaches to Hades, God of the Underworld and of the souls, brother of Zeus that, if Hercules will grow and fight, he will be finished. Hades sends his helpers Pain and Panic to make Hercules human so he can kill him. Two kidnap Hercules and take him to Earth, where they start to make him drink portion, but a human couple arrives and Pain and Panic can’t make Hercules drink whole portion, so he becomes human, but endowed with supernatural strength. Meanwhile, Zeus seeks Hercules for all of Creation, when he finds him, however, Hercules has become human and Zeus leaves him on earth, with human couple. Become a teenager, Hercules is kind, sunny and helps everyone. Unfortunately, he can’t control his strength and ends up disasters. Result is Hercules is marginalized by everyone and dubbed "destroyer". One day, after umpteenth disaster, inhabitants hunt Hercules from city. Adoptive parents reveal truth to Hercules and boy goes to Gods temple to question them. In response to his prayer, Zeus statue comes alive and reveals to Hercules he’s his father. Zeus reveals to boy, in order to return to be a God and rise on Olympus, however, he will have to become a REAL HERO on Earth. Zeus gives Pegasus, winged horse to Hercules and sends him to Philoctetes, a satyr, hero coach. At first, Philoctetes refuses to take Hercules as a pupil, but then he lets himself be convinced. Become an adult, one day, in the woods, Hercules meets beautiful Megara and saves her from a centaur who holds her captive. For Hercules it’s love at first sight, but Megara is linked to Hades to whom she sold her soul in order to save her man’s life who, afterwards, betrayed her and abandoned her. As soon as he learns Hercules is alive, Hades begins to plot against him, even using Megara herself...

“I am warning you. You keep that-that-that.. FREAK away from here!”

“FREAK! Yeah, go away!”

(Villagers against Hercules, from 1997 “Hercules” animated movie)

“Son, you shouldn't let those things they said back there get to you”

“But Pop, they're right. I-I AM A FREAK. I try to fit in, I really do. I just can't”

(Amphitryon and Hercules, from 1997 “Hercules” animated movie)

In TFA, in a discussion, Leia Organa and Han Solo, remember to have give their son Ben Solo to Luke, away from home, ‘cause they were frightened by fact "there was too much VADER in him"

In TFA e in TLJ, Rey call Kylo Ren MONSTER:

[...]

“You have that look in your eyes. From the forest. You called me a MONSTER”

“You are a MONSTER”

“Yes, I AM”

(Rey and Ben Solo/Kylo Ren, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

“Oh mighty Zeus, please, hear me and answer my prayer. I need to know: WHO AM I? WH- WHERE DO I BELONG?“

( Hercules to Zeus, from 1997 “Hercules” animated movie)

“WHO ARE YOU?”

( Luke Skywalker to Rey, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

“I need someone to show me my place in all of this”

( Rey to Luke Skywalker, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

“I trained all those would-be heroes. Odysseus, Perseus, Theseus. A lot of "yusses". And every single one of those bums let me down flatter than a discus. None of them could go the distance. And then there was Achilles. Now there was a guy who had it all; the build, the foot-speed. He could jab! He could take a hit! He could keep on comin'! But that forslugginer heel of his! He barely gets nicked there once and kaboom! He's history. Yeah, I had a dream once. I dreamed I would train the greatest hero there ever was. So great the gods would hang a picture of him in the stars for everyone to see. And everyone would say, "That's Phil's boy." That's right... Ah, but dreams are for rookies. A guy can only take so much disappointment”

“But I am different than those other guys, Phil! I can go the distance Come on, I'll show you”

(Philoctetes and Hercules, from 1997 “Hercules” animated movie)

“I will never train another generation of Jedi”

(Luke Skywalker to Rey, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

“At the height of their powers, they allowed Darth Sidious to rise, create the Empire, and wipe them out. It was a Jedi Master who was responsible for the training and creation of Darth Vader [...] For many years, there was balance, and then I saw... Ben. My nephew with that mighty Skywalker blood. And in my hubris, I thought I could train him; I could pass on my strengths. Han was...Han was about it, but... Leia trusted me with her son. I took him, and a dozen students, and began a training temple. By the time I realized I was no match for the darkness rising in him, it was too late [...] I went to confront him, and he turned on me. He must've thought I was dead. When I came to, the temple was burning. He had vanished with a handful of my students, and slaughtered the rest. Leia blamed Snoke, but... it was me. I failed. Because I was Luke Skywalker. Jedi Master. A legend”

“ [...] And you didn't fail Kylo. Kylo failed you. I won't”

( Luke Skywalker and Rey, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

“I'm about to rearrange the Cosmos and the one schlemiel who can louse it up is waltzing around in the woods!”

(Hades about Hercules, from 1997 “Hercules” animated movie)

“Skywalker lives! The seed of the Jedi Order lives! As long as he does... hope lives in the galaxy”

(Snoke about Luke, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

“See, he's gotta have a weakness, because everybody's got a weakness [...]”

(Hades to Megara, about Hercules, from 1997 “Hercules” animated movie)

“[...] A cur's weakness, properly manipulated, can be a sharp tool [...]”

(Snoke to Kylo Ren, from "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" movie)

In animated movie "Hercules", Ade is called SUPREME and MASTER from Megara. In the Star Wars TFA and TLJ movies, Snoke is FIRST ORDER SUPREME LEADER and Kylo Ren’s MASTER. Only at "Star Wars. Episode VIII. The Last Jedi" end, Kylo Ren becomes the Supreme Leader; In animated movie, Hercules often scoops Megara in his arms. In a touching scene, Hercules BRINGS Megara’s soul in his arms, putting it back into the girl's body:

In "Star Wars. Episode VII. The Force Awakens" movie, Kylo Ren asleep Rey and he SCOOP HER IN HIS ARMS:

#ben solo #hades #hercules #kylo ren #luke skywalker #meg #megara #parallels #rey #reylo #star wars

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xena-wolfgang · 2 years ago

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I was a kid in the early days of the internet. There was a lot of age inappropriate stuff I looked at of my own accord, knowing it was possible that I would see/hear/read something that would upset me and possibly traumatize me, and I did occasionally see/hear/read those things. Only I knew it was my own fault for seeking out things I knew I shouldn’t be. I learned real fast how to pay attention to warnings and ratings (and remember, this was the Wild West of the net and there wasn’t a lot of warnings and ratings out there), I learned to step away from things the moment I felt uncomfortable and how to process that. I took the responsibility for my own actions.

I am an adult. I live in an adult world. I have adult tastes and interests. I make work for adults. I tag, rate, and label my works appropriately and that is all I am obligated to do. If you read my work and don’t like it that’s on you. If you are a minor and you read my work that means that you ignored all the labels, warnings, and ratings and that’s on you. It is not my job to sanitize myself because other people are unable to monitor themselves. and the Anon OP from the screen shot should be proud of themselves, this is the best response when a minor pulls this shit.

also, minors should not be reaching out to strangers on the internet about things that make them uncomfortable, EVER, it opens you up to grooming and abuse (this is actually really good advice for everyone, but especially minors). this is internet safety 101.

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alt id: screen shot from op @shiroskeith-blog of a post on a message board (source unknown) titled "Re: I hear the tumblr comin'"

date: 2016-08-23 04:36 pm (UTC) (anonymous)

I'm not proud of it, but I recently did put on a fake concerned grown-up voice in response to a teenage anti-shipper who messaged me about one of my "problematic" stories, trying to explain that they liked my writing but wanted me to know how harmful this story was to teens like them and that I needed to stop.

I responded: "Thank you for your message. Because my stories are written for an adult audience only, and tagged to reflect this, I have a policy of not corresponding with children. However, I acknowledge your concerns, and I felt I would be remiss not to tell you to please speak with your parents or guardians. It's important for them to know that you are having difficulties stopping yourself from accessing adult material that upsets you. They may be able to take steps such as installing parental protections on your prowsers, sharing your account passwords to better monitor your online activity, setting up one shared family computer in a public area of the house, or limiting your mobile access to the internet."

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Next time antis are being, well, antis, show them this:

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theydontknowaboutusimagines · 7 years ago

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Hey Angel Chapter 97

*Fast Forward Three Years Later*

The last three years had been a complete whirlwind for the Styles’ family. Both Jackson and Ella were in school in California, while you were at home with Willow and Wylie. Harry had just finished recording his second solo album and would be releasing it soon. Hunter and Abby had gotten married last year and were expecting their own baby in a few months. Your career as a stylist had merged over into a social media personality, but using your creativity to help other’s find their own style.

But you also still did help style a few celebrities including your husband.

As far as Simon was concerned, he had not made one phone call or email and that was perfectly fine with you and Harry. Ella was now six years old and you knew at some point she would find out that Harry wasn’t her biological father and you didn’t know how you were going to handle that subject once it came up. You just hoped it wouldn’t be until she was a lot older and could maybe understand it a bit better.

You and Harry still only had Jackson, Ella, and the twins, with the talk about adding some more little babies into the mix. You could tell that Harry had some major baby fever going around, especially whenever you two were out shopping for Hunter and Abby’s baby. Now, that the twins were three years old, it seemed like a good time to start trying, but life was still quite hectic.

Harry was downstairs finishing up breakfast for everyone, while you got the kids ready for school. Jackson and Ella luckily went to the same school for right now and it was on the way to the studio, so it was an easy drop off for Harry.

“Pancakes are done!” Harry shouted. “And they’re getting cold!”

“We’re comin’!” Jackson groaned walking down the stairs.

“What took you so long?” Harry laughed putting a plate of pancakes in front of him.

“My hair,” he mumbled.

“You’re eight,” he pointed out.

“Your point? It has to look good,” he said in a duhh tone.

“He’s like his Daddy,” you said toting the twins and Ella down the stairs.

“Morning Daddy!” Ella giggled climbing up in her seat next to Jackson. “Morning brother.”

He smiled. “Morning sissy.”

The twins rushed over and wrapped their arms around their siblings and they both laughed.

“Morning Willow and Wylie,” they smiled.

Harry poured some coffee into two mugs before walking over to you. “Morning, love,” he smiled kissing your forehead.

“Hm, morning,” you smiled taking the coffee from him.

You all sit down at the table and eat breakfast together. You looked up and saw your husband smiling at the kids. You smiled as you watched the older kids interacting with their younger siblings and you felt your own baby fever acting up.

Once Jackson and Ella were all done, Harry helped them clean up before grabbing their bags.

“Okay, the car leaves in five minutes. Make sure you tell your Mum and Willow and Wylie, bye,” Harry said.

Jackson and Ella rushed over to you and hugged you tightly. “Bye Mummy! See you after school!” Jackson smiled.

“Bye Mama, love you,” Ella smiled kissing your cheek.

You kissed both of their heads. “Bye babies. Have a great time at school.”

Ella and Jackson then rush over to the twins and they all have a group hug. Harry got himself another cup of coffee, this time in a to-go cup, and walked over to you.

“Do you need me to pick anything up while I’m out?” He asked.

“No, I’m good,” you smiled.

“Okay,” he smiled giving you a quick kiss before heading towards the door. “Let’s go, let’s go, let’s go!”

Ella and Jackson laughed as they rushed to the door and headed to the car.

Nighttime was just as crazy as the morning time. You picked the kids up from school with the twins and once you got home, you made a snack and helped the kids with their homework. Harry and yourself took turns on cooking dinner and keeping the kids occupied until it was finished. After dinner, the kids helped clean up and then you all would spend some time as a family before bathtime.

Sometimes you all would sit down and watch a movie, was at times were extremely difficult with two three-year-olds who didn’t have very good attention spans. Other times Harry would break out the guitar and play the piano and the kids it would turn into a family sing along. On occasion, you all would have an ice cream party night and you set up a little ice cream bar with fruit, cookie toppings, and hot fudge to go on top and just spend time as a family.

When it got late, you and Harry took turns helping the twins with their baths and making sure Ella and Jackson took their own bath and brushed their teeth. Once all the kids were bathed and ready for bed, Jackson usually took over reading a bedtime story to his younger siblings, at least on the nights he was there.

Luckily, you and Harry and Abby and Hunter all lived within walking distance of each other so Jackson could see the other parents whenever he wanted, but technically the agreement was one week he’d be with Abby Wednesday through Tuesday of the next week, and then he’d be with Harry the Wednesday through Tuesday of the week after. That way both sets of parents got the same amount of time with him and got every other weekend.

However, once the new baby arrived, you wondered if at first, that arrangement might change a bit.

Now, that all of the Styles’ kids were in bed, you and Harry poured yourselves a glass of wine and headed to your bedroom. Since you two had moved into a build your own house, you two made sure you had a special feature in your bedroom for the two of you spend some time together whenever you needed moments like this.

“So, how close are you to coming up with a release date for the album?” You asked.

“Well, now that the recording is done, we’re just going through and finalizing the songs I want on the album,” he said. “I might give you a listen in a few days when I’m stuck on a few songs.”

You smiled. “I’d love to help.”

He smiled wrapping his arms around you.

You bit your lip as you turned the wine glass in your hand. “There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” you said.

“Uh-oh,” he laughed taking a sip of his own wine. “This is either going to be a good topic of conversation or a bad one.”

“I’m hoping it’s a good one,” you laughed turning to face him.

“Okay, so what’s it about?” He asked looking at you.

“I know this is something you’ve been mentioning it for a while, and I’ve thought about it too, but I really think we should try for another baby,” you smiled.

“Really?” He smiled.

You nodded. “I mean there really isn’t ever a perfect time if you think about it, but our kids are at good ages to have another baby.”

Harry smiled widely and pulled you onto his lap. “This makes me so fucking happy,” he sniffled.

“Oh my god, I’m not pregnant yet,” you giggled.

“I know, but the fact that we’re going to be trying is so fucking exciting right now,” he smiled. “I mean this will be the first time we’ve actually planned for a baby.”

“You know that’s true,” you nodded.

“Sooo, the kids are asleep, you know,” he smirked. “Want to get started now?”

“I’m still on birth control,” you laughed.

“And?” He smirked. “A little practice never hurt anyone.”

It had been four months since you had been off birth control and you and Harry had been trying for another baby. You had yet to be pregnant, but you were enjoying the trying part, so you didn’t really worry too much about it. You were now officially an aunt to an adorable baby girl named Jessie, which made both your and Harry’s baby fever go into overdrive.

Since your parents had come to help out with Jessie, you had arranged for them babysit the twins and Ella and Jackson. They took them all out for a day at Disneyland leaving you and Harry all by yourself. As soon as they were gone and the door was shut, Harry pushed you against the wall as he pressed his lips against yours.

You both pulled at each other’s clothes as you walked towards the bedroom.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” he groaned when you practically naked minus the shorts you were wearing.

“Hm, you’re not so fucking bad yourself,” you smirked running your hands over his chest.

He smirked pushing you down onto the bed and you pulled him over with you.

“I feel like this is just like Hawaii,” he laughed against your lips.

“Well, if that’s so, then I need to be on top” you smirked pushing him back onto his back.

A month and half a later, you woke up feeling super nauseous. You groaned as you wiped your mouth off and Harry came into the bathroom.

“I brought you some water, love,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” you smiled a bit.

“Do you think it’s something you ate or do you think you're pregnant?” he asked.

“Well seeing as how it’s been well over eight hours since I’ve eaten anything and we’ve been going at it like fucking teenagers for the last five and half months, I’d say it’s the latter,” you sighed.

“Oh my god!” Harry smirked.

“I’m so glad you’re fucking ecstatic over my puking,” you mumbled.

“When you put it that way, it does make me seem like an ass,” he nodded.

You rolled your eyes and grabbed a pregnancy test from the cabinet. You quickly took it, thankful you had to pee, and you waited for the results. Harry paced around with a huge fucking grin spread on his face. The timer on his phone went off and he quickly went over to check the test.

Tears fell down his face as he read the word ‘pregnant’.

“Well?” You asked him impatiently.

He ran over to you, picking you up and spinning you around. “You’re having my baby!” He smirked as he spun you around.

You laughed as you held onto him. It was official, you and Harry were adding on to the Styles’ family.

#One Direction Imagines #Harry Styles Imagines #Hey Angel

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holdingup-fallingsky · 7 years ago

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This is the one I was talking about

Sorry in advance, this is going to be long and bad

Agony

His brain felt numb, his eyes tired and vision slightly blurry. His head filled with questions that seemed to have a convoluted answers. What should he do? Normally the questions he had to answer didn’t have clear answers, but the questions he was asking himself prompted emotion influenced answers. He didn’t want to make this decision, in fact, it was the hardest one he had to make. The decisions he made decided who lived and who died, yet the fate of one person made him really think over, and over, and over again how to handle this situation. The evidence was clear. The testimonies were strong. The story fit. The only thing that didn’t make sense was his story, his version. Every fiber of his being wanted to believe him, bad. Oh, so badly. But, he had to do this, they made their bed. He went over the story again in his head, having it memorized by now, nothing he said match the evidence. “Gabi, why did you do this?” Jack breathed into his empty office. The man he knew for years, the man that went through the same hell is Jack, his war buddy…. Jack’s love. So, of course, he wanted to let him go, but, that would mean Jack let his emotions win.

Jack sat in his office, the only light coming from a small desk lamp. He rested his lips onto his folded hands, deep and stressful and painful thought. “This will thrill the press, ‘Overwatch’s Secret task force Blackwatch murder Italian business leader.’” Jack closed his eyes once more, remembering Gabe’s anger and annoyance, his patients gone. McCree was even more annoyed and resentful then Gabi, believe it or not. Moira and Shimada were indifferent, both of their default emotions annoyed with humanity. We; Gérard Ana and I, all questioned each team member separately, and they all said the same thing, except for Reyes. McCree gave the most detail, of course he was the most annoyed… the Shimada said the basics, that they killed the guy and had to fight for their lives. “Athena,” he called out, “Yes Commander?” She answered. “Call Agent Jesse McCree.” She responded with a “yes sir” and the office filled with a ringing tone. After three rings the sound of McCree’s voice filtered through Jack’s speakers. “Howdy Commander, what’re ya callin’ about?” McCree had calmed down considerably since the morning. “Jesse, I don’t know what to do…” Jesse immediately gained concern for Jack. The man looked like hell, his bright blonde hair disheveled, heavy bags under his eyes, and his face wore that of a confused sadness with a hint of heartbreak. “…Commander?” Jesse asked with a reluctant concern. “You can call me Jack, you know you’re like a son to me and Gabi.” Jack meant what he said to Jesse, who stood in a content but shocked silence. “Alright, Jack…. this about Reyes?” Upon hearing his name, Jack lowered his head, he was conflicted. “I love him Jesse, you know that almost more than anyone, and then he had to go and kill that prick when I told him he needed to be alive, and now I have to decide whether or not he belongs in a jail cell and I can’t do that to him, see Gabi in a jail cell, but then that’s a conflict of interest and-“ The Commander broke down in tears, grieving the stupid decision his husband made. By this time, Jesse started roaming the Swiss headquarters to find the Strike Commander’s office.

Jack was startled by a soft knock on his door. Realizing Jesse was no longer present on the the screen, he opened the door to find the young cowboy he watched grow since he was a teenager. “Jesse, you didn’t have too-“ he was cut off. “I did, Jack. Ya said I’m like a son t’ Reyes and ya, well, I see you two as the fathers I never got back on the Deadlock gang. I mean that, and I need t’ help my dad when he’s hurtin’ like this.” Jack’s heart swelled at the heartfelt words that came from the cowboy. “Y’all saved my sorry ass from bein’ a lifer in a dumbass life of crime and gave me a real home, a real family, and I don’t think y’all realize how damn thankful I am for bein’ like my fathers… sorry for makin’ this even more emotional for yah.” Jesse laughed slightly and was able to to lighten the mood without even trying, a talent only he possessed. “But if I know anythin’, it’s that family don’t end in blood. And this is my opinion on what ya should do.” Jack nodded slightly for him to continue, leaning on his desk now, the young and charming cowboy standing in front of him. “Ya know how mad I was at Commander Reyes, like hornets are after havin’ a somethin’ thrown at ‘em, but I’d still take a bullet for that man, and I’m sure ya feel the same.” Jesse paused to read Jack’s face. “But he disobeyed yer orders an’ almost got us all killed because he was bein’ a fuckin’ drama queen-“ The cowboy sighed, he was frustrated at the man he saw as a father. “He didn’t follow yer orders, an’ he needs to learn his lesson. I know how hard it is for ya to make this decision, but what I’d do is make him pay but not too hard. Yer just as frustrated as me, but give the stupid bastard a reasonable punishment.” Jack was evaluating what his son-figure has spoke to him. It did seem like a good idea to let his prick-ass husband pay for his insubordination, but for a low price. He got up from his desk and approached the young cowboy. Jack wrapped his arms around Jesse and the cowboy did the same. “Thank you, Jesse.” He spoke while letting go of the man from Santa Fe. “Any time, Jack.” As Jesse was leaving, Jack told him one last thing. “Jesse, while we’re alone, call me Jack, but in the company of others…” “Call ya Commander, got that before ya said it t’ me.” The cowboy smiled at his second father-figure and walked out, on his way to find a bite to eat. Jack also left his office, his decision made.

Gabriel Reyes was sent to jail (jail being a cell in the Swiss headquarters that was close to Jack’s office) for two years with chance of parole. “I was expecting something a little more from you, Jack. What made you so soft?” Ana asked the rapidly-aging Strike Commander. “Let’s say that a little birdie changed my mind and made me see the human side.” Ana gave him a quizzical look, a mother look, and a small chuckle. “Mhm, and does this birdie have long brown hair and wear a cowboy hat?” The sniper crosses her arms the way a mother does while interrogating their child. “You left out the accent.” Jack replied back with dry humor. “Look Ana, I love that man with all my heart, you know that, this was one of the hardest things I had to do.” She took the seat next to Jack and put an arm around his large shoulders. “How much of those two years will he really serve?” She knew damn well neither of those three men could live two years without being together. “A couple of months, or until he begs me to come out.” Both laughed slightly at the picture of Gabriel Reyes begging. “He won’t be happy to see you.” Jack glanced at his beautiful Egyptian friend. “I’ll deal with him, I always have.”

“You’ve got some fuckin’ nerve comin’ to talk to me, John.” Gabe growled at Jack as he watched the blonde through his bars. “I’m the one with the nerve? I didn’t disobey orders and shoot someone out of a fucking window!” Gabe scoffed at Jack and gripped the bars in front of him. “You never followed my orders and I had to go and save your ass multiple times, Boy Scout.” “You loved saving me.” There was a pause. Jack wanted desperately to change the subject. “Look, you’re in here right now because you risked our son’s life and your own, you’re selfish and idiotic Gabi, always have been.” Gabe smirked. “Must be qualities you enjoy, you married this selfish idiot.” Jack shook his head and sighed. “It was a weak moment, you caught me when I was weak and young.” The mood was beginning to lighten and the tension lifting. “Like Jesse and that other Shimada, Genji’s brother. Hanzo I think his name is, they’ve been chatting for a bit.” Jack felt a wave of possessiveness and over-protectiveness wash over him. “I’ll have Ana check him out, see if he’s good.” There was a silence that meant both men wanted to open up, but pride was blocking the exit. “Gabi….what you did….” Jack put his hand to his forehead. “I had to put you in a jail cell!” Tears threatened to leap from his eyes. “I’m sorry Jackie, I wasn’t thinking.” Gabe let go of the bars and touched his husband’s cheek. “I know you weren’t.” Jack bit with malice. He sighed and faced the door, breaking contact with Gabe. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jack said over his shoulder and left his husband In his cell, both men’s hearts aching for the other in disappointment and longing.

#overwatch mccree #overwatch #solider 76 #reaper76 #reaper #jack morrison #gabriel reyes #Jesse McCree #mchanzo #genji shimada #hanzo shimada #one shot

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flakandforay · 7 years ago

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Catcher in the Rye Theory

overall: The Catcher in the Rye is a classic literature book written by J.D. Salinger. The plot roughly talks about Holden Caulfield, a youth who goes through adulthood etc.

warnings: spoilers of the book, mentions of death; please read discretely

theory: the reason why i am talking about this book is because of this quote ‘while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for once’ that appeared in the Run JP MV; it was in the form of graffiti on the walls in Taehyung’s room.

The original quote ‘The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.’ by Wilhelm Stekel, a psychoanalyst which is found on pg 101.

“It was written by a pyscoanalyst named Wilhelm Stekel.”

“Here’s what he said: ‘The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one.”

-Pg. 101

this was the conversation between Holden and his ex-teacher Mr Antolini. I have mentioned before in this Run Jp. theory, this quote roughly means as such.

The meaning behind Mr. Antolini saying this to Holden is very important. First, Mr. Antolini may think that Holden is contemplating suicide. If Holden is, in fact, contemplating suicide, Mr. Antolini may think that by giving this advice to Holden then Holden may reconsider taking his own life.

Outside of that, the quote itself refers ti the fact that once a person is dead they can no longer fight for anything, if Holden does have a cause to fight nobly for, it would be immature of him to die for that one cause. Instead, Mr. Antolini is hoping that Holden wants to live for his cause. When one lives for a cause they are more likely to make things which would support their cause.

In essence, Mr. Antolini is hoping that Holden see the difference between dying for something and living for something. It is only through living that a person can make a difference. Once a person is gone, the changes they have tried to make can revert ( given they are no longer around to fight. )

out of all the interpretations, this one speaks to me the most and is the one most appropriate for the HYYH series as i have explained in the Run Jp. theory ; hence some resemblances to Taehyung who gives up on his life yet Holden here seems as if he is contemplating to.

but moving on, i managed to actually finish the whole book and personally, i have never hated a main character this much since i enjoy reading novels etc. but aside from that, i must say that this book actually contains a lot of hints relating to the whole HYYH series which i would begin now.

see, based on Wikipedia, the plot mentions this.

When asked if he cares about anything, Holden shares a selfless fantasy he has been thinking about (based on a mishearing of Robert Burns's Comin' Through the Rye): he pictures himself as the sole guardian of thousands of children playing in a huge rye field on the edge of a cliff. His job is to catch the children if, in their abandon, they come close to falling off the brink; to be, in effect, the "catcher in the rye". Because of this misinterpretation, Holden believes that to be the "catcher in the rye" means to save children from losing their innocence.

Reference: Wikipedia; Plot

again, we see the idea of ‘innocence’ coming out. as i have mentioned before about the symbolism of lilies and of butterflies as seen in their HYYH series.

lilies to represent the restored innocence and that butterflies were meant to be souls of the dead people; even white feathers being used to symbolise innocence.

again, the HYYH series being revolved around the concept of ‘innocence’.

asides from this, i realised later on in the book, probably around the last 40 pages or so, about the similarities between the book and the HYYH series.

the main plot of the book talks about how Holden Caulfield, a normal teenage both, is getting kicked out of school yet again and wants to return home for a while to say his goodbyes to his sister, Phoebe before actually not returning home for good.

the fact that Holden gets kicked out of school, but then again, not as if he wanted to stay anymore, already reminds me of Yoongi, based on the HYYH: the notes, O version of Yoongi and Jungkook.

Yoongi 7 April YEAR 22

I came to a stop after hearing the sound of a piano. The only sound that could be heard at the empty construction site was someone popping an oil drum. I knew the sound of the song that I had just played, but why did I think of that? My drunken footsteps stumbled. I closed my eyes and walked even more carelessly. As the heat of the fire grew stronger, the piano sound, the night air, the drunkenness fading away.

I opened my eyes at the sound of horn as a car grazed dangerously past me. In the confusion of the blazing headlight, the wind of the car’s passing and my drunkenness, I stumbled helplessly. I could hear the curses of the driver. As I came to a stop to curse back, I could no longer hear the sound of the piano. In spite of the sound of the blazing fire, the wind and the silence left after the car, the piano sound was gone. It stopped. Why did it stop? Who was playing the piano?

The sparks from the fire picked up its pace towards the oil barrel with one sound together. I could only look at the scene blankly. My face became flushed. Bang, it was at that moment when I heard a fist slamming on the piano keys. Instinctively, I looked behind. For a moment, my blood rushed that my breathing became uneven. The nightmares that I had when I was young. That was where I heard the sound. The next moment, I was running. It wasn’t of my own will that I ran towards the music shop and instinctively looked behind. This was something like I had done numerous times. It was a feeling that I had forgotten something important. The music store had a broken window. In front of the piano, someone was sitting there. It had been a few years yet I still recognized the person. The person was crying, fists being clenched. I didn’t want to be concerned with anyone’s life. I didn’t want to comfort anyone who was lonely. I didn’t want to mean anything to someone. I couldn’t protect the person and I had no confidence. Until the end, I had no confidence. I didn’t want to give pain. I didn’t want to receive pain. I slowly moved. I wanted to go back but before I know it, I started approaching the person. Just then a wrong note was heard. Jungkook lifted his head and looked at me. “Hyung”. This had been our first meeting since quitting high school.

Jungkook 25 June YEAR 20

I stroked the piano keys and smeared the dust. I put some strength in the finger, but the sound was different than of Hyung’s playing. It has been 10 days since Hyung stopped coming to school. I heard the rumours of him getting expelled. Namjoon Hyung, Hoseok Hyung didn’t say anything, I was afraid to ask. Two weeks before, Hyung and I were the only ones in the hideaway classroom when the teacher opened the door. It was a day for the parents to visit. I didn’t want to be there, so I went into the hideaway one. Hyung didn’t bother to look at me and kept on playing the piano, I took 2 desks and lied down and closed my eyes. Hyung and the piano seemed different but yet they seemed like one. While listening to Hyung’s playing, I wanted to cry.

The tears threatened to fall then the sound of the door slammed open and the piano playing stopped. I was hit in the face, stumbled backwards and eventually fell. As I crouched to withstand the violence, the voice stopped. When I lifted my head, I saw Hyung standing in front of me and pushing the teacher’s shoulder. Over Hyung’s shoulder, I saw the teacher’s shocking expression.

I pushed the piano key. It was supposed to mimic Hyung’s playing. Was Hyung really expelled? Will he come back? Hyung said it was okay if he was beaten up a few times. What if I wasn’t there, would Hyung not stand up to the teacher? What if I wasn’t there, would I still hear Hyung playing the piano?

but of course, in the end, he ends up going home and staying there after much persuasion from his sister. Hence, this reminds me of Taehyung in which he would listen to his sister, and protect her at all costs, much like Holden.

yet, asides from this story, it also talks about underlying themes of being an adult etc, Holden is now at the age where he transits from being a teen to an adult; and as stated from wikipedia:

A classic novel originally published for adults, it has since become popular with adolescent readers for its themes of teenage angst and alienation.

The novel's protagonist Holden Caulfield has become an icon for teenage rebellion.

The novel also deals with complex issues of innocence, identity, belonging, loss, and connection.

first off, here, it shows Holden who went to visit his ex-English teacher, Mr. Antolini for a house to stay for a while, considering he ran away from his home and school.

‘Among other things, you’ll find that you’re not the first person who was ever confused and frightened, and even sickened by human behaviour. you’re by no means alone on that score, you’ll be excited and stimulated to know. Many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You’ll learn from them-if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It’s a beautiful reciprocal arrangement.’

-Pg 102

Mr. Antolini begins to give advice to Holden as such. notice the words that Mr. Antolini gives him.

i feel as though this applies to bangtan as whole, if given that the story revolves around Taehyung originally, and how Seokjin is trying to save him etc, Taehyung can find comfort in bangtan because they are all like him ‘troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now.’

see, based on the HYYH notes ( masterlist here for translations ), one could see how all of bangtan struggled morally and spiritually;

Seokjin - he already struggled in his teen years with his father, had to

Yoongi - his mother most likely died and his father became miserable, often drinking etc, Yoongi gave up playing the piano that his mother taught him, might have gotten expelled from school

Hoseok - he was abandoned when he was younger and often got intimidated by adults including Jimin’s mother, had some kind of addiction

Namjoon - thinks lowly of himself, often caught up in his thoughts, did vandalism with Taehyung

Jimin - has some sort of disease/condition hence having to be in the hospital for long periods, had to transfer schools frequently therefore unable to forge real friendships for long till he met Hoseok

Taehyung - had an abusive family background, with his father being an alcoholic, had a knack for vandalism to sort of escape

Jungkook - didnt have the will to live, had an abusive stepfather and stepbrother, his mother didnt do anything, nobody helped him at all.

hence Taehyung could relate and find comfort in them. bangtan learns things from one another and that’s what makes them stronger and happier when they are together.

moving on, this situation in which Holden starts being slightly delusional as he imagines that he would never see the end of the streets. he then begins to talk to his dead younger brother, Allie.

‘Every time I came to the end of a block and stepped off the goddam curb, I had this feeling that I’d never get to the other side of the street. I thought I’d just go down, down, down, and nobody’d ever see me again.Boy, did it scare me.’

‘Every time I’d get to the end of a block I’d make believe I was talking to my brother, Allie. I’d say to him, ‘Allie, don’t let me disappear. Allie, don’t let me disappear. Allie, don’t let me disappear. Please, Allie.’.

-Pg 106

here, it reminds me of the song ‘Butterfly’; specifically in their lyrics.

난 아직도 믿기지가 않아 이 모든 게 다 꿈인 것 같아 사라��려 하지마

I still can’t believe it All of this seems like a dream Don’t try to disappear

if i put this in the context of the book, you can imagine Holden telling his brother Allie to not disappear, even though in reality, Allie is already dead. it seems as though he hasn't fully grasped that Allie was long gone for a few years. Hence, he began to believe as though Allie was there with him and would help Holden to not disappear at all.

not to mention that in the book, Holden was actually quite fond of Allie who also had a baseball glove that he wrote poems on.

then you see at the bottom of pg 106, Holden talks about moving to the West and getting a job.

“I figured I could get a job at a filling station somewhere, putting gas..”

-Pg 106

then at pg 107, it completes it.

“and oil in people’s cars.”

-Pg 107

this already reminds me of Namjoon.

but later on, one would see how Holden talks about building a cabin near the forests.

“..and I’d build me a little cabin somewhere with the dough I made and live there for the rest of my life. I’d build it right near the woods, but not right in them, because I’d want it to be sunny as hell all the time.”

-Pg 107

this already reminds me of bangtan’s photoshoots for HYYH pt.1 and 2.

more importantly, it reminds me of Namjoon in Run MV, and looking at this concept photo of Hoseok; it’s right near the forest.

also, i found it interesting that Holden Caulfield has been associated to some kind of mental hospital etc, since he stopped smoking as much and has been getting regular check-ups here.

From Holden’s perspective, the reader knows that he has been ‘sick’, and earlier he mentions having to ‘rest up’. The fact that Holden has been having regular visits from a psychoanalyst suggests that Holden might be on the receiving end of some psychiatric care, regardless of whether he is in a regular hospital, sanitarium, or a mental hospital. Since the reader knows that he has been an extended care patient for quite some time, it seems likely that Holden is ‘resting up’ at a special facility. Not to mention that his parents are very wealthy, they could afford to out Holden in the best possible place to recover.

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this already reminds us of Jimin and Hoseok.

but lastly, on the last page, i find the last 2 sentences intriguing.

“Don't ever tell anybody anything. If you do, you start missing everybody.”

-Pg 115

i really love the last 2 sentences really. it just reminds me of the friendship of bangtan especially when the boys didnt meet each other after some time, they will miss each other; constantly searching for them after confiding in each other for a long time.

this could be seen in the HYYH notes that was released before the love yourself albums.

Seokjin 13 June YEAR 22

we were all alone after returning from the sea.

we didn’t contact each other as if we planned it. we could only assume our existence by the graffiti left on the street, the brightly lit gas station and the sounds of the piano in the old building. that was when everything comes back to life. taehyung’s eyes were ablaze, the way they looked at me as if they heard something unbelievable, namjoon’s hand that tried to stop taehyung, i couldn’t take it and threw a punch at taehyung.

we couldn’t find taehyung after he dashed out, not even at the beach or guesthouse after i returned. broken glass cups, bloodstains that began to cling, smashed cookies that reminded me the incidents that happened a few hours before. a picture had fallen. we were laughing and smiling together in the picture with the sea as the background.

today, i just passed by the gas station. there will be a day when we will meet again - the day when we were all laughing just like in that picture. there will be a day when i would be able to gather courage and confront myself. whoever, now is not the time. today, just like that day, the wind was blowing strongly. and in the next moment, just like a warning, my handphone rang. the picture that was hanging on my room mirror shook. hoseok’s name then appeared on my screen.

‘hyung, jungkook got into a car accident that night’

so here, does it mean that inevitably, the boys miss each other then?

overall, i do believe that this book did drop some hints on the whole timeline of HYYH; not to mention with the main character already having similarities with the boys, especially Yoongi and Namjoon and a bit of Taehyung. i believe Holden Caulfield is the perfect representation of all bangtan boys at one stage or another.

truly, i love a group that makes me read. an interesting choice of book to convey their message.

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MUSE INFO — KATRINA ALICE CORNWELL.

all information outlined below is based on the latest possible information the small handful of tidbits fed to me by canon and the rest is me out here crying about one entire dumbass nerd, and can vary by verse. just run off the assumption that 90% of this is headcanon based it’s fine.

FACECLAIM(S): alexis bledel, cobie smulders, && jayne brook. PLACE OF BIRTH: portland, oregon. PAST RESIDENCES: riverside, iowa. starfleet academy dormitories. uss aldrin. uss griffin. uss persephone. CURRENT RESIDENCE: uss washington; san francisco, california, or paris, france. DATE OF BIRTH: april 16, 2198; age — 60. DATE OF DEATH: never, she’s immortal and i remain Firmly in denial. 2257. HEIGHT: 5′8″ EYE COLOR: blue. HAIR COLOR: brown. PARENTS: thomas cornwell (deceased), annette cornwell (estranged). SIBLING(S): john cornwell (brother). andrea cornwell-grant (deceased). paxton grant (brother-in-law), amy cornwell (sister-in-law). SPOUSE: none in canon, though she is married to @georgiov‘s philippa georgiou in about a thousand different verses so. CHILDREN: n/a. GODCHILD(REN): charlotte maldonado ( @bucketxfsunshine ). NIECE & NEPHEWS: ethan grant, thomas grant, abigail grant (andrea & paxton’s children). sarah cornwell, anthony cornwell (john & amy’s children). AUNTS & UNCLES: margaret ‘maggie’ quinn (mother’s sister, mother figure, deceased), michael quinn (maggie’s husband), jessica cornwell (father’s sister, deceased). feat. varying cousins that i’ll maybe write about later depending on their importance as kat develops further. EDUCATION: graduate of starfleet academy on the command training track, starfleet medical academy with a degree in psychiatry with specialization in post traumatic stress. completed the bridge officer’s training program. RANK: vice admiral. PAST OCCUPATIONS: ship’s counselor, uss aldrin. psychiatrist, starfleet medical. first officer, uss griffin. captain, uss persephone. CURRENT OCCUPATION(S): federation flag officer, commanding officer; uss washington. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: bisexual. ROMANTIC ORIENTATION: biromantic.

hi kat’s autistic thanks for comin’ to my ted talk.

daughter of two highly regarded federation politicians. youngest of three, following john, and andrea.

sister of john, an author and co-owner of his wife’s restaurant in san francisco.

sister of andrea, who was a member of starfleet’s security corp aboard the uss persephone before her death in late 2237.

sister-in-law of paxton grant, a teacher on one earth’s lunar colonies.

sister-in-law of amy cornwell, owner of a popular restaurant in san francisco.

aunt of ethan, thomas, & abigail grant.

aunt of sarah & anthony cornwell.

classically trained in ballet and basic ballroom due to her aunt’s profession as a dance instructor on earth. maggie claims she saw a natural talent and began teaching kat at a young age (roughly 5 years old).

her father died in 2209 (when kat was almost 10) in a rare instance of political assassination during a visit to a newly established border colony where the a small but vocal group of inhabitants weren’t entirely thrilled with the idea of being part of the federation.

shares a love of classic (printed) literature, shared with her sister, they each have fairly impressive inherited collections of printed novels of varying genres from their late father, and volumes they both managed to collect throughout their lives. kat also inherited andrea’s collection following her death.

moved to live with her aunt in her home in iowa in 2209, due to her mother shifting all of her focus to her work as an ambassador, which took her all over federation space. something she opted to do alone, rather than face her children after the death of their father (which eventually lead to kat’s career as a psychiatrist & counselor bc she wanted to learn more about how to help people handle their grief and post traumatic stress more healthily, and a lifetime of commitment and poorly-dealt with abandonment issues bc she’s smart as heck but also a Disaster).

participated in several dance competitions and recitals through her teenage years, boasts a small collection of trophies which are displayed with her old badges, commendations, and medals awarded during her time in starfleet, generally in her quarters on the washington, but they’re objects she takes with her whenever she expects to be away for a while, as they’re cherished mementos.

didn’t dance nearly as much following her acceptance to the academy due to a rigorous dedication to her studies, though she was known to perform now and then when her course load was lighter.

graduated starfleet academy in 2220 (age 21), and completed medical training in 2224 (age 25) bc she’s Ambitious As Heck and did most of her training in psychology in addition to command training during her time at starfleet academy before moving on and doing her medical training post-grad at starfleet medical academy.

took, re-took, and failed the kobayashi maru three times.

once broke three ribs in a training exercise at the academy and didn’t tell anyone because she had two exams the next day and needed to study.

she only ever pilots a vessel if she has to bc she’s not great at it and it’s an Issue.

she keeps every scar she’s ever gotten, due to nostalgia and, as she puts it, ‘they’re all lessons, so it’d be foolish to pretend they’d never existed,’. scars are as follows: a Lot on her feet and legs due to 15 years spent primarily dancing. her feet are definitely Not Pretty to look at but she likes having something to show for so many years of work. a few on her scalp & hairline ( near her right ear ) from an incident during her time on the griffin. a rly nice scar from a plasma burn on her left shoulder. a pretty gnarly scar on the back of her neck from the prison ship, as well as some on her torso from ~general torture.

she has the names of everyone she’s loved and lost tattooed on her ribs right below her heart. this memorialization began at 19 on the tenth anniversary of her dad’s death, and it’s one she strictly maintains.

switched fully to the command track soon after achieving the rank of lieutenant commander, in early 2238. inspired by what she believed to be a preventable accident aboard her sister’s ship, ultimately ending in her death, and kat’s desire to hopefully assist in the task of putting better safety protocols in place to protect officers. assigned as first officer of the uss griffin (late 2238, aged 39).

received her own captaincy within 5 years, in another instance of irony, was assigned to the uss persephone, the same ship her sister died on (though there are rumors she pulled strings in order to obtain the posting, which she’ll neither confirm nor deny). — late 2244, aged 44. served as captain of the persephone for nearly 6 years, until early 2250.

promoted to commodore in 2250, at 50 years old. rear admiral in 2252, at 53. vice admiral in 2255, at 56, where she was given command of the uss washington with her position as a flag officer.

alternates between living in san francisco or paris while on earth; depending on where she’s needed most. she has an apartment in each city, though typically defaults to san francisco, which is where most of her most prized possessions are kept (though she keeps a modest collection of trinkets, books, and decor in her quarters aboard the washington).

following her time as a prisoner of war, kat has lingering nerve damage due to returning to work too quickly and pushing herself too hard. effects range from treatable migraines to weakness and pain in her back, legs, and arms, sometimes so severe it prevents mobility.

VERSES!

STARFLEET ACADEMY —

a verse following kat’s time at starfleet academy & starfleet medical academy ( 2217 - 2224 ).

DOCTOR CORNWELL —

a verse following kat’s time as a practicing psychiatrist, mostly aboard the uss aldrin ( 2224 - 2227 ) and starfleet medical on earth ( 2227 - 2238 ).

CANON COMPLIANT —

a verse following the events of discovery’s canon.

POST SEASON TWO CANON DIVERGENT —

listen she managed to disarm the torpedo like the goddamn hero she is, and everyone lived happily ever after, the end. played a major part in concocting the cover story re: discovery’s disappearance & the decision to destroy all evidence that the ship had ever existed in the first place, including helping her crew concoct cover stories as to where they’d all actually been serving during the war and after. continues to serve as commanding officer of the u.s.s. washington which totally exists u can’t take this away from me.

MIRROR UNIVERSE —

so far all i’ve got is that she has one singular eye, a badass eyepatch, and enjoys pointy things and stabby-stabbing.

KELVIN TIMELINE —

tbd.

GREY’S ANATOMY —

joining the army after medical school had seemed a natural step. both parents had served, so why shouldn’t she? it was rare she saw any action, instead helping soldiers to deal with the traumas they continued to endure — she was more of a behind the scenes player, but it suited her well, and she was proud of her work.

an acquaintance of owen hunt and teddy altman, and following an honorable discharge due to injury, it was simple to obtain a job at grey-sloan memorial hospital in seattle as a staff psychiatrist ( and she’s always liked the rain ). sometimes it seems a more chaotic work environment than even a war zone, but katrina continues to love her work, and helping others through their problems often makes it seem easier to deal with her own.

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE —

like most spies, she was recruited out of the military. joining s.h.i.e.l.d. was hardly the plan she had for her life, but it seemed to fit. she liked it. the training was hard, and lying for a living felt somewhat out of place with her training in the medical field. but it fit. for a long time, she worked solely as a psychiatrist, before electing to take more time as a field agent. she excelled, and began to move up in the organization. it didn’t take long before kat found herself a high ranking member of the operations division, reporting directly to maria hill.

the fall of s.h.i.e.l.d. was devastating — something she never saw coming. the next months were filled with chaos. interviews, questionings, but before long, kat found herself moving on. as suggested by her former superior, maria, she elected to apply at stark industries. for a while, she worked in human resources — she enjoyed it, working for a company headed by a powerful woman. but it wasn’t satisfying, after time spent as a spy, upon further discussion with maria, katrina elected to begin working underground with maria, and with former director nick fury. ( probably gonna be reworked due to general development ).

#* in character ┊ katrina cornwell.#long post //

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