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incorrect-missionimpossible · 3 years ago

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Uh I don't know if you're still taking prompts but I'm dying to read something where Ethan finds out Benji has tattoos (just likes Simon's) and Ethan is all ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡(ӦｖӦ｡) I even have some fanart in my blog or at Instagram @ biablioteca xoxo

hi!! thank you for the prompt :D this took me a while to answer, my apologies for that hhhhhhhh. the fanart is here if anyone wants to check it out, it's really good!!

without further ado, the fic, 1448 words long. enjoy!!

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tattoos [that i didn't know you had]

“Hey,” Benji whispers. Ethan tilts his head towards Benji, acknowledging him. They’re curled up in the back of a van with Jane; Will’s driving and Ilsa’s sitting next to him. Jane is asleep on Ethan’s shoulder, the white bandages around her leg bright in the dim light of the van. They’re returning from a mission, a long, exhausting one and it required all of Ethan’s team, excluding Luther, who was on his honeymoon.

“I think I’ve been shot,” Benji tells Ethan quietly, and Ethan jerks up, all thoughts of sleep forgotten. Jane groans as he dislodges her.

“What?” Ethan hisses. “Benji-”

Benji understands. “Bullet went through me. I’m bleeding quite a lot. Um, it was numb, but not anymore. I’ve got a cloth bunched up against it.”

Ethan knocks on the sliding door between the storage and driver’s seat. “Will,” he says loudly. Ilsa slides the door open and pokes her head through.

“What?”

“Benji’s been shot. Drive faster.”

Ilsa’s eyes widen; she’s clearly too tired to police her emotions. She nods and a moment later, the van moves faster with a screech.

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Benji’s almost passed out by the time they reach the safe house. Ilsa helps her girlfriend limp inside the house, while Will rushes inside to get the first aid kit ready. Ethan half carries Benji, stumbling through the cold night air into the house as lights flicker on inside.

Jane’s collapsed on a chair, her face pale and sweaty. Her bandages need changing, and Ilsa notes Ethan’s glance at them before grabbing a pile of bandages and handing Jane a flask of whiskey she downs in a gulp.

Ethan winces as Benji moves away the bloody cloth he’d been clutching to his side, revealing his bloody flannel. It’s soaked through.

“How did it take you so long to tell me about this,” Ethan asks, concealing his anger.

Benji shrugs. “Jane was shot. Her wound was more lethal. Forgot about mine.”

“You forgot- how did you-” Ethan runs a hand through his hair, frustrated beyond measure. How did Benji just, forget about his fucking gunshot wound. Ethan wants to punch something.

Will enters the living room, carrying a tray with needles, thread, scissors and alcohol. “Remove your flannel,” he says testily. He looks harried, in a way Will rarely does.

Benji looks up at Ethan, and Ethan, helpless in the face of his eyes, removes the flannel gently. He blinks in surprise at what it reveals, Benji has tattoos.

Ethan stares at them as Will stitches Benji up, Benji’s hand crushing his. They twine around Benji’s left shoulder and the top of his arm, not going beyond where a shirt would. They’re designs Ethan can’t quite make out, but they’re gorgeous. There’s another on Benji’s collarbone, surrounding the delicate bone. It’s partially covered by Benji’s tank top, and Ethan shocks himself with how much he wants to see the rest of it, and any other tattoos Benji might be hiding.

“Done,” Will interrupts Ethan’s train of thought, and Benji lets go of Ethan’s hand, his head falling back, exposing the long line of his neck.

“Fuck,” he breathes out, and Ethan lets out a chuckle. “I’m never getting shot again.”

“I think that would be a bit difficult, with our line of work,” Will says, amused. He lets out a yawn, and so does Benji.

“Bed?” Ethan asks softly. Benji nods. Will takes his leave, heading up to the room he’s claimed as his own. Ilsa waves at them before picking up Jane, who’s too tired to protest, and climbing up the stairs.

Ethan presumes they’re heading to the second bedroom. He smiles at Ilsa and moves to the sofa, pulling it out and working on turning it to a bed. “I didn’t know you had tattoos,” he starts, keeping his voice as casual as he can.

Benji starts. “These little things?”

Ethan wouldn’t call them little, exactly, they cover Benji’s shoulder and collarbone, and there’s another one on Benji’s right arm. “Yeah.”

“I got them at Oxford,” Benji says, a light smile dancing on his face. “Stupid dare. Asked the artist to do them so they’d be covered by my t-shirts. Looks like he did his job pretty well, huh? The best spy in the IMF didn’t know I had tattoos.”

Ethan grins at Benji, enjoying the twinkle in his eyes. “Not my fault I’ve never seen you in anything but geeky shirts and flannels.”

“You just had to ask,” Benji says, careless as anything, before turning bright red. “I- not that I would just undress for anyone, I mean, like, it’s-”

Ethan pats Benji’s shoulder. “Benj,” he says warmly, and Benji stutters to a stop.

“Thanks,” Benji says, relaxing.

Ethan helps Benji up and into the bed, before sliding in next to him. “I think they’re cool,” he whispers.

A flush overtakes Benji’s face. “Thanks,” he replies, sounding pleased.

Ethan offers him a small smile, before leaning over to flick off the lights.

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The second time Ethan sees Benji’s tattoos, they’re on a mission slash vacation in Costa Rica. Ethan’s team had been sent to track the movements of an American on the CIA’s Most Wanted list, but he’d left before they could catch him. The hotel they’d booked was for a week, and Ethan managed to coerce the IMF into allowing them to stay and make use of the money that went into the mission.

Jane and Ilsa had their own room, of course, and Will claimed a single for himself. Ethan and Benji had a double to themselves, with two queen sized beds.

“Heaven,” Benji groans, from his bed. He’s sprawled out on it, his shirt riding up a little, revealing a sliver of skin. Ethan swallows and looks away.

“I’m going to hit the beach,” he tells Benji, who makes some grunting noises, not moving from where he looks like he’s trying to bury himself in his bed.

Ethan chuckles and shakes his head, fond, before heading to the bathroom to change and gather his things. He leaves Benji, who’s curled up in a little ball on the bed, to his own devices, and thinks he deserves some sun and a good hour or two with his paperback.

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Ethan’s about 40 pages into his book when he sees Benji. His eyes widen, and his mouth drops a little, because, well, wow.

Benji’s shirtless, and he’s built [which isn’t a shock, really; Ethan’s always been able to see the lines of his lean body under his tighter t-shirts], but it’s the tattoos that take his breath away.

They cover his entire torso and chest, curving around the muscles carefully. Ethan is pretty sure the tattoos are vines, and they look stunning in the sunlight, enhancing Benji’s build. Ethan is up and moving towards Benji without a second thought, and Benji grins at him.

“Hey,” he says, once Ethan is in earshot. Ethan doesn’t say anything, and Benji’s smile turns a little bemused. Ethan stops once he’s close enough to Benji that if he took one more step and leant forward a little-

Anyways.

His hands flutter around Benji’s skin, not touching, just, hovering. “Little?” Ethan breathes in disbelief.

Benji realizes Ethan’s looking at his tattoos. “Oh. Yeah. Those ones happened later. Took me about five sessions to get it done. Extraordinarily painful.”

Ethan exhales slowly. “Can I-” he moves his hands jerkily. He’s just understood how close to Benji he’s standing.

“Yeah,” Benji nods, studying Ethan with a small frown on his face.

Ethan touches the beginning of the first vine with a finger, and when Benji doesn’t say anything, he continues, tracing the path of the twining plant around Benji’s body. He’s careful, avoiding the scars and bruises. Ethan ends up on the design on his collarbone, and he looks up, into Benji’s eyes.

He can’t read them; he doesn’t know what Benji is going to do or say. Ethan moves to step back, but Benji whispers “Ethan,” and he stops.

Benji slides a hand under his chin [their height difference makes it easier for him to do that,] and tilts Ethan’s head up a little.

Ethan gives in to his impulses. He leans in, and presses his lips to Benji’s.

Benji kisses back immediately, sliding his hands around Ethan’s waist and closing the tiny distance between their bodies. Ethan gets a hand on Benji’s cheek and another pressed on his chest

Later, Ethan will trace the tattoos again, Benji will tell him the stories of how he got them, and Ethan will place a light kiss to all of them. They’ll share a queen-sized bed.

But for now, they stay there, kissing deeply, the sun burning the back of Ethan’s neck.

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yes i KNOW the ending isnt very great hjfhkjshdsjk but here u go anyways :)

thanks for reading!!

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mfingenius · 4 years ago

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Harry is a spy and on an undercover mission he falls in love with Draco (he’s a barista or an artist). Draco is really hurt when he finds out Harry is not who he says he is and Harry being really sorry trying to gain Draco’s trust back. Angst with a happy ending. Thankss🥰

“Draco-”

“I am not talking to you right now,” Draco snaps angrily.

Harry huffs. “Fine. Whatever. But stay behind me.”

Draco makes a face at him, and Harry makes a face back; he’s not proud of this, of course. He should’ve told Draco who he really is, specially after dating - six months, Potter, six months - but he hadn’t been able to bring himself to shatter the illusion of it. Things had been going well - too well, Harry should’ve known. He’d told Draco he was the CEO of Hogwarts Industries - it’s the front to their spying agency, Order of the Phoenix - and whenever he got ‘called away’ to fancy trips and important meetings, he’d actually been on missions.

Hell, he’d been on a mission the first time he met Draco; he’s been lying his arse off, he knows it, and now Draco knows it too.

Gunshots echo on the walls, and Harry curses colorfully and shoves Draco back harshly, against the wall, caging him in; he hadn’t meant for this to happen, he really didn’t.

His relationship with Draco had been secret for this exact fucking reason; he’d only told two people, and it had been at the agency, which means either they have a mole or the agency has been compromised and there are microphones.

Fuck.

When he’d come by Draco’s apartment - before their date at seven - and found it trashed, empty, and with the skull and the snake on the wall, he’d been terrified and fucking furious.

It’s evident the Death Eaters - the members of a criminal group they’ve been trying to take down for years - have told Draco who he really is, because when Harry had come into the room they were holding him in to save him Draco had looked at him like he hadn’t even known him, and it had broken Harry’s heart.

“Move quickly,” he orders, once the gunshots stop.

He’d not been stupid enough not to call for backup. He had been both desperate and reckless enough to go in alone, but backup had been on their way, and it seems they’ve arrived.

He grabs Draco’s wrist and pulls him forward, and then pushes him roughly against another wall when he catches sight of a few death eaters running through in front of them, shouting orders.

Draco grunts, and Harry places a hand over his mouth harshly, which makes his boyfriend - or ex boyfriend, if he’s unlucky - glare up at him accusingly.

“I’m trying to keep you safe,” he murmurs, impossibly quiet.

He receives a nice bite in his hand for his troubles, but he doesn’t even react; if Draco thinks that’s the hardest thing he’s ever had to go through in his career as a spy, he’s sorely wrong.

Once the Death Eaters are gone - lured to the back door to counter Harry’s team - Harry grabs Draco again, dragging him through rubble and bodies to get to the front door.

“Potter,” Harry could never mistake Dolohov’s voice. He nearly groans, shoving Draco behind him.

“Stop shoving me!”

Harry ignores him, his gun readied in his hand. “Dolohov. Get the fuck out of my way.”

Dolohov grins and tilts his head. “No, I don’t think so.”

They circle each other - something a bit hard to do, since Harry has to keep Draco behind him - and Dolohov looks over his shoulder at the blonde hair peaking through.

“That’s a pretty boy you’ve got there,” he drawls. “I’m surprised you managed to keep him from us for so long.”

Harry clenches his jaw; he’d gone through extremely hard measures to do so, and it should’ve stayed that way. Riddle - the head of the Order of the Phoenix - keeps a long, detailed list of everyone’s family and significant other’s to keep an eye of them, exactly to avoid this type of situation. Harry is going to have a talk with him after this.

“Go away,” Harry says, simply. “And I might let you live.”

He won’t, obviously. Dolohov has no way out, and he knows it. Harry is here, and the entire place is surrounded by his team. Even if he had a way out, Harry would never let him get that far.

“I thought we were beyond pleasantries.”

“We are,” Harry says. He shoots Dolohov in the chest, towards his right arm to avoid - Dolohov still manages to shoot, and Harry drops to the ground on instinct, dragging Draco along with him. “Are you okay? Are you - Draco talk to me, are you-”

He’s checking him over frantically, and his stomach sinks with dread when his hands find warm blood. Draco’s white faced and tight-lipped, face dirty and eyes huge when he looks up at him.

“It’s not mine,” Draco tells him, just as frantic. “It’s not mine. He didn’t get me - Harry, Harry, your shoulder-”

Harry looks down at his own shoulder, and realizes the bullet is lodged deep there; his shoulder is throbbing, even through the adrenaline. Fuck.

“Let’s go,” he says, getting up again.

“But Harry, your-”

“Let’s go.” He drags Draco forward without listening to him; he doesn’t care what he has to say. Right now, he has one priority, and it is getting Draco to safety.

They make it out of the house, and Harry shoves Draco into his car, getting in after him and stepping on the gas. He begins driving, gunshots still echoing in his ears, and he tosses Draco one of his cellphones.

“Call Riddle,” he orders him. “He can send us to a safe house.”

Draco nods obediently, still looking warily at Harry’s shoulder, and begins dialing. He presses the phone to his ear.

Harry’s phone begins ringing; only Hermione and Ron have that number, so Harry answers it immediately, pressing the phone between his ear and his shoulder.

“What?”

“Harry, it’s asking me for a code,” Draco says; Harry expected it. This month’s code to get in touch with Riddle is ‘checkmate’.

“Checkmate,” Harry says between grit teeth.

“Checkmate,” Draco talks into the phone. “Yes, Mr. Riddle?”

“It’s Riddle!” Hermione’s voice is frantic on the other end; she’s intelligence in the Order of the Phoenix, and though she’s not a field agent, she does just as much - if not more - as Harry does. “It’s Riddle, Harry, Riddle’s the mole.”

“What?”

Draco’s put the phone on speakerphone, and Riddle’s voice comes through it. “Potter, give me your location now. I’ll send agents to pick you up.”

“Riddle’s the mole!” Hermione practically screeches into his ear. “The list - the - everyone’s loved ones - he’s sending it to Voldemort! Harry, I think he is Voldemort.”

Holy fuck.

“Potter, your location now,” Riddle orders.

“Draco, throw the phone out the window.”

“What?” Draco asks, shocked.

“Now!”

“Potter, your loc-”

“Now, Draco!”

Draco throws the phone out the window, making a frustrated noise, and looks at Harry.

“What the fuck are we supposed to do now?” he asks. “You said he could get us somewhere safe!”

Harry ignores him. “Hermione, send me a safe house, now. One Riddle doesn’t know about.”

“On it.”

He hangs up the phone, tosses it towards Draco. “As soon as she texts, give me the address.”

“Harry, you need to go to a hospital,” Draco is, evidently, worried about him, even though he’s angry at him. “I’m a fucking barista, I have no idea how to treat a gunshot wound.”

“I’ll talk you through it,” Harry groans; the pain is beginning to get to him, but he can’t take the bullet out until they’re safe, and they won’t be safe until Hermione fucking texts.

He hears the phone chime.

“Talk me through it?” Draco screeches. “No! You need a-”

“Read me the address.”

“Harry-”

“Read me the fucking address, Malfoy!”

Draco purses his lips at him - the way he does when he’s angry, though, before this, Harry has only had it directed at him because he ate the last chocolate in the fridge and didn’t buy more - and his jaw clenches.

“12 Grimmauld Place,” he says angrily.

“Good,” Harry says, mildly relieved. “Okay. I’ll explain when we get there, I swear.”

“Don’t fucking bother,” Draco mutters, turning away from him and looking out the window.

Harry’s stomach sinks.

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uwuowotf2waslife · 4 years ago

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I know I've already sent an ask today but like how would the mercs react to their so being a scare actor and regularly do sfx makeup? Like just walking in and seeing their so making it look like their teeth tore through their own cheeks or even walking in to see them holding a very realistic fake human heart

( your asks give me life juice shush)

Scout

🤫 first time he sees you all dolled up with a hyperealistic gunshot wound on your chest he will faint

🤫please explain to him that what you do is makeup, he is w o r r i e d

🤫 once explained he actually appreciates you, after all makeup is art. He will demand you to make him look like a hyperealistic zombie or make him a pair of fake burned human lungs to give as a gift to spy in a chocolate box

Soldier

🤫 " MEDIC" this boy will loose his shit when he sees you without an eye

🤫 will take time to understand

🤫 might ask you to help him with his war paint, he will sniffle manly tears if you give him a ear-necklace and will think its real even if you point it out. You are his precious lil maggot

Pyro

🤫our local firebug are in love once they see you with skiddles all over your mouth ( a wannabe blown up mouth with fake teeth around)

🤫 will cuddle you a bit tighter

🤫doesnt understand why you take off the skiddles and mix them up with candyfloss and stuff or why you spend so much time in front of a mirror to apply them but they adore you once you are ready

Engie

🤫will have a small mental breakdown and rush you to medic carrying you bride style while screaming profanities

🤫short of understanding, he isnt the artistic type nor he knows about makeup

🤫 will ask as a joke for you to do a mechanical arm or a stub...dont ask why

Demo

🤫for the love of whatever its holy dont show off your make up when he is drunk, he will have a mild heart attack and pass out

🤫 perhaps introduce him to the whole idea and explain the deal, he will understand

🤫becomes your doll for experimental looks

Heavy

🤫 swoops you up and beelines to the medic

🤫will understand faster than the others about the makeup when he feels your smooth skin underneath all the bruises and cats

🤫has a laugh and asks you to try and make the most realistic bear claw marks you can- he will be the judge

Medic

🤫 honestly he is into it

🤫will offer you real organs to play with ( please dont)

🤫will advice and correct you so you can make more "accurate" looks

Sniper

🤫fear, absolut fear has taken over this mans body

🤫after the initial shock he gets used to it

🤫will be concerned from time to time, not because he thinks you are weird, but because hes afraid one day youll hurt yourself and that the makeup is just a facade

Spy

🤫 tries to act cool but he is pissing himself

🤫has really bad flashbacks but pretends hes fine for you but deep inside he sees every man and woman he has killed the way you decorate yourself us

🤫won't encourage you but will insist on buying top quality makeup and latex so your skin isnt fried by the constant paint and wash

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introvertguide · 4 years ago

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The Apartment (1960); AFI #80

The next film on the list that we reviewed was the one of the last black and white films to win best picture, The Apartment (1960). The film actually held the title of last B&W Best Picture winner for 50 years until The Artist came along in in 2011. Along with Best Picture, the film was nominated for 10 Oscars and won Best Director, Best Screenplay, Best Art Direction, and Best Editing. The film also won Best Picture from the Golden Globes, the BAFTAs, the Director’s Guild Awards, and the Critic’s Circle Awards. Truly a great synthesis of acting, directing, cinematography, music, and story, this movie is one of the lesser known greatest films of all time. I have more to say about this film, but I want to go over the story in all of its excellence. But first...

SPOILER ALERT!!! THIS COMEDY HAS LEGITIMATE SURPRISES AND SUBJECT MATTER THAT WOULDN’T FLY TODAY!!! TRULY A GREAT FILM THAT NEEDS TO BE SEEN!!! I STRONGLY SUGGEST WATCHING IT INSTEAD OF JUST READING THE STORY LINE!!!

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An opening run of establishing shots with a voice over by the main character lets the audience know that he is a drone accountant at a giant firm with little chance to move up in the world. C.C. Baxter (Jack Lemmon) is a lonely office drudge at a national insurance corporation in New York City. He has lucked out and found a way to leverage his home in order to climb the corporate ladder. Baxter allows four company managers to take turns borrowing his Upper West Side apartment for their extramarital liaisons, which he manages with a detailed schedule. Baxter has not seen any movement, but he is constantly offered the promise of a promotion since he is a “team player.”

One of the serious down sides of this ploy is that his apartment is in constant use and the bosses are making a mess and drinking all his liquor. C.C. has no place to go some nights so he stays and works late. Because C.C. is constantly going in and out and people can hear women in his apartment, he is starting to develop a different kind of reputation with the other tenants. While unable to enter his own apartment when it is in use, his neighbors assume that their neighbor is a playboy bringing home a different woman every night.

C.C. is able to get glowing performance reports from his four managers and he is able to submit them to the personnel director, Jeff D. Sheldrake (Fred MacMurray), in hope of a promotion. Sheldrake promises to promote him, but demands that he also receive use of the apartment for his own affairs, beginning that night. As compensation for such short notice, he gives Baxter two theater tickets to The Music Man. After work, C.C. asks Fran Kubelik (Shirley MacLaine), an elevator operator in the office building, to go to the musical with him. She agrees but goes first to meet with a "former fling," who turns out to be Sheldrake, and let him know there will be no more meetings. When Sheldrake dissuades her from breaking up with him and promising to divorce his wife for her, they go to the apartment as poor Baxter waits forlornly outside the theater.

Later, at the company's raucous Christmas party (there is dancing on the tables and the lamest strip tease of all time), Fran is told by Miss Olsen (Edie Adams), Sheldrake's secretary, that Sheldrake has also had affairs with her and other women employees. Later at Baxter’s apartment, Fran confronts Sheldrake with his lies. Sheldrake maintains that he genuinely loves her, but that he has no intention of splitting up with his wife. He then leaves to return to his suburban family as usual and Fran is so depressed that she finds sleeping pills in the apartment bathroom and attempts suicide.

Baxter learns through finding a dropped hand mirror that Fran is the woman Sheldrake has been taking to his apartment, so he goes to a bar and lets himself be picked up by a married woman. When they arrive at his apartment, he is shocked to find Fran in his bed, seemingly dead. He sends his pick-up away and enlists the help of his neighbor, Dr. Dreyfuss (Jack Krushen), to revive Fran without notifying the authorities. I should not laugh, but it is pretty funny that the doctor goes straight to slapping Fran in the face to wake her up. The actors did not hold back; he is slapping her in the face really hard, so much so that you can tell her cheeks are reddening even in black and white. Baxter makes Dreyfuss believe that he was the cause of the incident and, scolding his neighbor for his apparent philandering, Dreyfuss advises him to "be a mensch, a human being."

As Fran spends two days recuperating in the apartment, C.C. takes care of her, and a bond develops between them, especially after he confesses to having attempted suicide himself over unrequited feelings for a woman who now sends him a fruitcake every Christmas. While they play a game of gin rummy, Fran reveals that she has always suffered bad luck in her love life. As Baxter prepares a romantic dinner, one of the managers arrives with a woman. Although Baxter persuades them to leave, the manager recognizes Fran and informs his colleagues. Later confronted by Fran's brother-in-law, Karl Matuschka, who is looking for her, the managers direct Karl to the apartment out of jealousy. At the apartment, Karl's anger at Fran for her behavior is deflected by Baxter, who again takes responsibility. Karl punches C.C. (and interviews with Lemmon revealed that the punch did land), but when Fran kisses him for protecting her, he just smiles and says it "didn't hurt a bit."

Sheldrake learns that Miss Olsen told Fran about his affairs, so he makes the poor choice of firing the woman who knows of all his dealings, and she retaliates by meeting with Sheldrake's wife, who promptly throws her husband out. Sheldrake believes that this situation just makes it easier to pursue his affair with Fran. Having promoted C.C. to an even higher position, which also gives him a key to the executive washroom, Sheldrake expects Baxter to loan out his apartment yet again. Baxter gives him back the washroom key instead, proclaiming that he has decided to become a mensch, and quits the firm.

That night at a New Year's Eve party, Sheldrake indignantly tells Fran what happened. Realizing she is in love with Baxter, Fran abandons Sheldrake and runs to the apartment. At the door, she hears what sounds like a gunshot. Fearing that Baxter has attempted suicide again, she frantically pounds on the door. Baxter answers, holding a bottle of champagne whose cork he had just popped in celebration of his plan to start anew. As the two settle down to resume their gin rummy game, Fran tells C.C. that she is now free too. When he asks about Sheldrake, she replies, "We'll send him a fruitcake every Christmas." He declares his love for her, and she replies, "Shut up and deal."

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This film is one of the most praised movies of all time, but it is not one of the most generally well known. This is probably due to the subject matter, although It’s A Wonderful Life also deals with suicide and is one of the America’s most popular family films. The problem is most likely that extra marital affairs by big company management as a normal thing was highly frowned upon. With the whole #MeToo movement, it seems that this kind of philandering culture might very well have been a known problem for decades. A movie based around the premise that office managers need a nice place to have sex with secretaries and elevator girls would not have been acceptable under the Hays Code. This is also the second film on the AFI list where Fred MacMurray plays a bad guy before being the understanding patriarch on My Three Sons and the first person honored as a Disney Legend in 1987. Fun fact, MacMurray was an uncredited extra in a film called Girls Gone Wild in 1929.

Billy Wilder knew that this was going to be a divisive film due to content, but he also had the confidence that everything would work out following the massive success of his previous film, Some Like It Hot. Wilder had considered a film based on adultery back in the 1940s but was unable to get funding at the time due to the Hays Code. The film was also based on a real life Hollywood drama in which an agent was shot by a producer over an affair (in which a low level employee apartment was used) as well as a friend of a co-writer who returned home to a dead ex-girlfriend following a break-up.

It is amazing to think that this film is described as a comedy. There are office politics in which mid-level managers use local celeb status to take advantage of their subordinates. There are half a dozen cheating husbands that string along their affairs. There are characters so hurt that they would rather die than deal with what is done with them. There are raging parties at work where everyone gets massively drunk and dance on the desks. Women are treated like objects that either need to be protected with violence or thrown away. And yet the film is legitimately fun with characters that are worth rooting for.

Some of the success rides on the fabulous acting of Jack Lemmon and Shirley MacLaine and the witty dialogue written by I.A.L. Diamond. In fact, the dialogue and limited characters feels a lot like a stage play, which come to fruition in the form of Promises, Promises on Broadway by Burt Bacharach, Hal David, and Neil Simon. Dealing with real sets and locations, however, resulted in some colds and sickness since the actors were really out in the New York snow. Some other realism in the film came from both lead actors taking blows for the film: Shirley MacLaine got proper slapped by the doctor and Jack Lemmon was really punched by the brother-in-law.

A stand out aspect for me in this film which I talk up quite a bit is the cinematography. I have used many screen grabs from the film and used them as my avatar. I identify with the feeling of being used for something which made a mid manager look good while allowing them to do bad things. In fact, I am sure that everyone has felt like a Baxter at some point, and it is great to see him stand up for himself. Here are a couple of screen grabs (besides the top photo above) that I have used:

That lonely man in the middle of countless empty desks, that look of frustration when others are using your things to live a better life than you, and that time that love makes utility become fun and gadgets seem pretentious. It is very easy for me to get lost in how much I love this film. It has been far and away my favorite find from the AFI Top 100 between when I first saw the film in 2014 and now.

So, should the film be on the top 100 list? It has the awards and the history along with being a fantastic film. Of course it belongs on the list. Would I recommend it? Yes. This film is the type that makes people like me want to go through lists like this. I had never heard of the film in 2014 and it floored me how good it was. Each time I watch I appreciate it more, and the whole film project becomes well worth my time and effort. This film is so good, it affirms my life choices. I invite and implore you to check it out for yourself.

#the apartment #jack lemmon #shirley maclaine #best picture #black and white #classic hollywood #cinematography #introvert #introverts #award winner #classic film #60s #comedy #billy wilder #perfect movies

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33skeletons · 4 years ago

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This is a list of all the people currently available

If this blog gains any real traction, I’ll add more... but until then, I don’t want to get too carried away until I’m 100% sure that the effort is worth it. I hope y’all understand

Name: Deydra Age: 18 Likes: ice cream, yaoi, drawing, roleplay dislikes: rude people, coffee, people putting words in her mouth, XP, Punk Bio: She’s in an open relationship with Scruff. she’s mute, but doesn’t know sign language, so she communicates via charades. She’s a low key perv, but tends to feign innocence.

Name: Friday Age: 22 Likes: flirting, coffee, making people flustered Dislikes: tea.... that stuff’s too mild, spicy food..... are you fucking insane!?! Bio: This tall drink of water is not for the feint of heart. He knows all the right buttons to push to reduce you to a blushing puddle. He has a goofy sense of humor and will often make a complete fool of himself just to make people at least crack an amused smile.

Name: Manga Age: 24 Likes: being pampered, the finer things in life Dislikes: getting dirty, being treated like a commoner Bio: This Miss Priss is a purebred with a pedigree. She believes herself to be an aristocrat and deems those of lower standard to be “plebian filth” and below her. Quick witted with a sharp tongue to boot, she’s not the nicest person to be around unless you can meet her high standards.... or give her a bottle of fancy ketchup. She has a weakness for tough guys that can match her mental capacity and hold intricate conversation with her.

Name: Punk Age: 32 Likes: What’s it to ya? Dislikes: Like you’d like ta know! Bio: he’s quite stand-off-ish and likes to keep people at arms length as much as he possibly can. He gets along with very few people and likes to shroud himself in mystery, the less you know, the better for him. He’s a wild card that enjoys throwing people for a loop at every turn.

Name: Scruff Age: 19 Likes: protecting Deydra, spicy food, tea, cuddles Dislikes: sushi, bone broth Bio: he and Deydra are in an open relationship. He cares more about Deydra than his own life. He’s a tad stand-off-ish towards anyone he doesn’t know. He tends to act as a translator for Deydra when someone doesn’t understand what she’s trying to say. All the scars on his face and his gold fangs are all from fighting to keep Deydra out of harm’s way. Wherever Deydra goes, Scruff is never very far.

Name: XP Age:15 Likes: destruction, being an asshole, getting what he wants Dislikes: being told no, having to be nice, things he destroys being fixed Bio: This edgy teen just wants the world to burn. He strives to hurt people any way he can and often ends up getting beaten senseless by Scruff when he targets Deydra. Being an Error Nightmare, he can use both Error strings and Nightmare tentacles to bring about destruction and pain, though he normally keeps the tentacles hidden as not to instantly rouse suspicion from his targets seeing as most actively avoid Nightmares, but are okay with Errors, though he can’t hide the goop that covers his right eye, which gives away his other half if anyone’s attentive enough to put two and two together in time

Name: Hokori Age: 23 Likes: food, blood, peanuts Dislikes:..... meh Bio: With his hood up, he appears to be a Dust Sans, but with his hood down it reveals a large gash in his skull and allows him to pass as your average Horror Sans. He’s volatile and unpredictable, but the fastest way to this skeleton’s proverbial heart is lots of food. He’s a bottomless pit with an insatiable apatite. If he’s out on a killing spree and has decided to target you, your best bet at escaping is to toss a handful of some kind of small, easily scattered snack such as peanuts. He’ll stop and start picking up and eating whatever you threw like James Woods from Family Guy. He’s also a bit of a perv once he’s deemed you not worth the energy of killing.

Name: Calibri (left) Age: 21 Likes: shredding sick riffs on her guitar, rapping, beating the snot out of assholes that need a checkup with karma Dislikes: Assholes, people calling her fat... I’m a queen with more curves than you know how to handle!!! get it right, fuckers!!! Bio: This badass, bodacious babe is one of Gears’s twin daughters. She’s got a sailor’s mouth with an alcohol tolerance to match. She’s hot-headed, but also mediates when her sister Chiller is too angry to see straight and starts edging too close to the line when putting her foot down. Calibri is sexy and she knows it with a ride or die attitude. She don’t need no man to take care of her, no sir! She’s perfectly capable of paying her own tab and fighting off a group of thugs that don’t know how to take no for an answer! She, her sister, and her mom can play Through The Fire And Flames on their guitars. Name: Chiller (right) Age: 21 Likes: playing guitar with her sister Calibri and mother Gears, reading Dungeons and Dragons books Dislikes: movie adaptations of books, live action adaptations of animations, assholes, being angry Bio: Chiller’s a badass babe in her own right. She survived being hooked up to a car battery and has the scars to prove it. She’s a lesbian and proud, and prefers taking on the dominant role in a relationship. Her pain tolerance is incredibly high. She enjoys hip hop, interpretive and break dancing, and is one heck of an archer with nearly dead shot aim. She’s normally stoic and very blunt with her words, preferring to only speak when necessary. She’s a natural born pack alpha.

Name: Sparkle Age: 41 Likes: anything sweet, bright colors, J-pop, K-pop Dislikes: anything bitter, having to get violent, seeing others get hurt Bio: she may look all sunshine and rainbows, but she can punch like a freight train and sometimes forgets her own strength. She suffers from hypoglycemia and has to keep sweets and candy on her person if she leaves the house, though she will gladly share them if you ask. She enjoys baking, and can often times be found doing just that out of boredom, not that anyone has been complaining. She may appear frail, but she can tank hits like a champ so long as said hits don’t come from a sharp object or gunshot. Her twin sister is Shade. She has a problem with producing more magic than her body can handle, so her sister comes in handy for that issue.

Name: Shade Age: 41 Likes: star gazing, dark colors, bitter and robust flavors, Evanescence (she knows all of their songs by heart) Dislikes: sweets, bright light, satanists Bio: Miss Doom And Gloom here is a wiccan highly skilled in her practice. She has the ability to leech magic from other monsters because she has no magic of her own to use, so she uses the magic of others, though mostly the excess magic her sister overproduces. She doesn’t enjoy getting her hands dirty in a fight,.... good thing she wears gloves! She’s rather soft spoken, but make no mistake, she has an outside voice and will not hesitate to use it if someone’s getting on her nerves. She mostly uses defensive magic to protect others, though she knows attack spells purely for the defense of herself and others should it be absolutely necessary. She also knows basic healing magic, though she can only heal minor injuries.

Name: Aiden Age: 40 Likes: pain, meat, grunge and screamo Dislikes: pop music, allergy season, Bio: This sharp toothed masochist ADORES pain, both receiving and inflicting. She got so mad once, she ruined her voice, so now she sounds like she smokes a pack a day. She’s very fast, agile, and super flexible since she’s double jointed EVERYWHERE!!! She has three rows of those razor teeth and a tongue which is so long it can act as an extra limb, which she enjoys showing off to freak people out via picking up objects such as cups, keys, pencils, and even going so far as to balance on it. She has very bad allergies, so she smells by flicking her tongue out like a reptile. Her spit and other bodily fluids are highly acidic. She’s normally chill, but it’s still obvious she’s a bit unhinged.

Name: Gears Age: 40 Likes: hot sauce, children, playing his acoustic guitar, working on cars, blacksmithing, learning new things Dislikes: sitting still for too long, sweets, water, cold, rude people, being alone Bio: Gears is a country boy that enjoys staying in top physical shape and keeping his hands and mind busy at every chance he gets. He’s just as strong as Sparkle, but slower. He has fire magic that when not fighting to keep others safe, he uses to forge metal as a freelance blacksmith. He carries a ridiculously enormous wrench forged from the hardest metal known to man that he uses as a melee weapon. Fire doesn’t harm him, but water sure as heck does (but he can drink things like koolaid and soda and be perfectly fine... just no water on it’s own or saline solution)!!! He bleeds ferrofluid, which he can manipulate, harden, and liquify at will as a last resort in a fight or to keep his injuries from deterring him too badly. He’s a bit of a himbo, but not as dumb... he just has his moments where “me brain am no werk so gud” and it’s evident when he starts having Freudian Slips in whatever he’s trying to say or his response to a question is “uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhm...... wait one...... run that by me again?”. Gears was around during the great human monster war, which in his AU the humans sealed them in the mountain, but chased them till they were backed against the barrier, but the monsters hit a massive stroke of good luck and managed to take back the underground with the help of Frisk. Being a war veteran that has seen things no one should ever have to, he suffers from PTSD. Gears has a soft spot for children, and will often babysit for others if they ask.

Name: Sketch Age: 40 Likes: drawing, painting, coloring, blood, sketching,..... what? Dislikes: ......... what were we talkin bout? Bio: Sketch is an unhinged scatterbrained clutz of an aspiring artist.... with a dark side. She’s a low-key sadist that’s developed a taste for blood. Once you piss her off, stopping her is like trying to stop the Doom Guy.... just... stay out of her warpath and pray to whoever you pray to that you’re not the one she’s storming towards. She’s a MASSIVE perv and will openly stare at whatever she sees that she likes a little too much, even known to get handsy when the person doesn’t take the hint. She often loses track of important things like her phone, keys, ect and loses her train of though every now and then or feigns it to skillfully dodge questions and conversations she’d rather not be having.

Name: Rave Age: 42 Likes: singing, dancing, fashion and most importantly BOOOOOOOYYYYYS~ Dislikes: ..... depends on the situation, really~ Bio: A flamboyantly gay vigilante is also a medic with powerful healing magic. Rave is fleet of foot and deathly quiet when sneaking up on someone and with enough stamina to outrun most of his targets. His weapon of choice is a glowstick staff. Wanna hear what he sounds like? Go to youtube and look up any nightcore male version of any Ke$ha song and that’s what he sounds like. Rave likes looking hot AF and can frequently be found rocking women’s punk, pop and grunge style clothing and looking damn good in it and some eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara. He prides himself in keeping himself as healthy and fit as he possibly can at all times. He unironically likes pumpkin spice anything, peppermint bark lattes, and kale chips.

Name: Dante Age: 42 Likes: children, Italian food, guns, cigars, wine, bourbon, being a wise guy mobster, Helping others.... so long as they help someone else in return that is.... sorta like.... paying for the person behind you in a drive thru where it starts a chain reaction of people paying for the next person’s meal..... little acts of kindness make the world go round, y’know.... and I’m a charitable man. Dislikes: rude people, having to go “Melancholy”, Bio: This Mafiatale Ganz (GZTale Sans) is the don of his own mafia that deal in guns, alcohol, and providing protection to those who come to him on the day of his sister's daughter's son's niece's nephew's grandmother's sister's wedding-..... pffffft hahaha!!! Just kidding! He has no blood relatives besides his brother Leon, but this group of people (everyone in the two pictures above this) are like.... illegitimate family.... adoptive you could say. Dante’s great with kids. He and Gears are the best at babysitting and often work together to help lost children find their families again when they’re out and about. Dante enjoys giving back to the community as much as he possibly can, even spending his free time doing volunteer work and donating funds to the city. When Dante gets a custom order on a gun, he has Gears forge it for him and focuses on the fine details, dip dying, engraving and making custom bullets to match.

Name: Anomaly Age: immortal, frozen at age 23 Likes: helping others, traveling to other AUs, fruity alcohol, karaoke, JAPANESE FOOD!!! Dislikes: spicy food, beer, celery, mushrooms, country music Bio: Anomaly has ben around for god knows how long. They are bigender. They have wings and horns (cause They’re a fallen angel) but prefers to hide them away. 40 years ago, they decided to create their own AU as a safe haven for anyone trying to escape danger, though danger seems to find their little safe haven more than they’d like to admit. It was around this time they discovered forgotten AUs and ones being destroyed or deleted and decided to try to rescue as many people from them as they could, bringing them back to populate their AU Crossroads, aptly named due to it being a meltingpot of the multiverse and still growing in size and population to this day. The 9 skeletons listed above were the first 9 they ever rescued and they became like their own kids. They’re a goofball, but make Them mad and you’ll feel their wrath! Skilled in a multitude of weapons and fighting styles, they’re a formidable force of nature. They can shift between male and female at will, though they prefer their female form due to them being able to fit in smaller spaces, being lighter weight, and being able to doe eye and bat their eyelashes out of most situations.... plus free drinks at the local bar on Thursdays.

Name: Eros Age: 19 Likes: long walks on the beach, cuddles, his family, oreos Dislikes: rainy days, confrontation (cause it makes people afraid of him) Bio: This 10ft tall, frightening behemoth is actually Aiden’s son! Out of all the second generation, he’s the youngest of the adults, but the most responsible of the four boys, often being the voice of reason amongst them, especially when it comes to the well being of children around his idiotic cousins Etch and Scribble and often being the one to get little ZJ to listen to what he’s told by telling him going to bed on time and eating vegetables will make him grow up big and strong like him. He’s actually a little on the shy side and very humble, only hamming things up around ZJ and other small children present. He suffers from early onset arthritis and has to take medication for it to keep his joints from locking up and grinding together, but he doesn’t let it hold him down. He and his uncle Gears work out together because it helps his aching bones and because Gears turns it into fun little challenges for him to keep him going with it instead of giving up.

Name: Etch Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: mEmEs!!!, weed, being annoying, prank wars Dislikes: being forgotten, being ignored, pain (has a very low pain tolerance) Bio: One of Sketch’s sons and Scribble’s twin brother. He’s just very lonely and wants people to pay attention to him to stave off being alone for as long as he can... whether said attention is positive or negative. When no one pays attention to him or there’s no one to keep his thoughts from wandering to dark places, he steals his brother’s weed stash and gets high... which his brother hates because Etch could easily go to a doctor and get his own prescribed to him, but Etch fears the doctor’s office more than death and adamantly refuses to go, even hiding or running away at the mere mention of it. Etch tried to get a tattoo once.... he went into it screaming like a badass Viking, but before they could even roll up his sleeve to start, he ran out blubbering like a baby. He’s the most irresponsible one in the entire family and is always the one to cause major problems because of a bad idea he thought was good at the time. He ends up in bad situations a lot and finds himself with the wrong crowd more often than not, but lucky for him he has a family full of badasses that come to bail him out of any situation before he ends up hurt too badly.

Name: Scribble Age: 21 (but a few months younger than Chiller and Calibri) Likes: memes, weed, hanging around Etch, Eros and ZJ, cuddles Dislikes: when Etch steals his weed, when Etch gets into trouble, pain (another with very low pain tolerance, looky there! But he has literally no tolerance for pain.... he screamed when he got those piercings) Bio: Scribble suffers from anxiety and clinical depression and was prescribed marijuana to treat it. He and his brother were home schooled after freshman year of high school due to Etch pissing off the entire football team and them all ambushing the brothers in the locker room after gym class and um... let’s just say Etch got over it and Scribble still fears .....backdoor intimacy after what the football team did to them. Scribble is unable to protect himself and is a firm believer in pacifism. In times of battle, Scribble acts as a messenger, able to write notes in magic ink that can only be seen by it’s intended recipients. He normally just rolls with whatever Etch is doing or does what he’s told to avoid a conflict.

Name: Spritle Age: 20 Likes: Cheesy romance, dark humor and morbid jokes, rainy days Dislikes: removing her death touch nullifying necklace, people sexualizing her right off the bat, people underestimating her because of her appearance Bio: This brightly colored reaper girl is one of Sparkle’s daughters. She prefers to blend into the background and not be the center of attention if she can help it. Yes, her freckles are rainbow colors. She’s more on the proper side like her aunt Shade and enjoys a relationship if it’s not centered around perversion. She’d rather spend the day cuddled up on the couch watching disney movies, eating pizza and sharing a drink with two straws. She really likes nostalgic and retro things like 50′s diners and drive in movies. If you’re with her and intend on asking her out, doing old school gestures like laying your jacket over a puddle so she won’t step in it is the quickest way to win her over.

Name: Pixie Age: 19 Likes: when any guy is interested in her, when soon to be reaped souls try to run from her sister (It gives her something to do), sushi Dislikes: When people think she’s a child because of her nearly flat chest and high pitches voice, How her big sister has a bigger bust than her (Sprilte: Hey, if I could switch with you, I would! These things hurt my back!) Bio: Sparkle’s youngest daughter. Her father was an ErrorFellSwap Papyrus. She works with her sister as a chaser. Her job is to chase after, disarm and detain souls that refuse to be reaped when their time comes via trying to fight death or outrun it and thus trying to fight/run away from Spritle. Pixie is the first ever chaser on record and was the one who proposed the idea to the reaper council to keep reapers from tearing their bodies up to do their job. Chasers can be identified by a little white cross on their clothing or accessories and are required to be fast runners and ferocious fighters. Pixie has the speed and ferocity of a FellSwap Papyrus and is able to use her error strings to easily take weapons from your hands and tie you up to await the cold bite of Spritle’s scythe or claw blades. Pixie enjoys puzzles, her favorite being rubix cubes.

Name: ZJ Age: 4 Likes: coloring, playing outside, hanging out with the older boys, spending time with uncle Gears and uncle Dante, when his momma reads to him, hide and seek, COOKIES, CAKE AND CANDY!!! Dislikes: When people are mean and hurt others, vegetables, bed time Bio: Shade’s adopted son. ZJ is shy, yet a hyperactive ball of energy that likes to hang around with Etch, Scribble, and Eros. He has wisdom beyond his years thanks to his mother reading college level literature as his bedtime stories, but he has trouble articulating his words from the first three years of his life being spent with everyone baby talking him. When he doesn’t know how to respond to something, he just reacts by screaming “I DUNNO WHAT’S GOIN ON!!!” the same happens when he gets overwhelmed, but it’s accompanied by him hiding behind the nearest trusted adult.

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madame-airlock · 5 years ago

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Hey there! I was rewatching The Closer and stumbled upon episode 10 in season 7... and there is this scene when Brenda walks toward the interrogation room and the suspect is about to shoot her but Buzz saves her... I was wondering... are you up rewriting this with Sharon and Andy? Thank youuuuu 💜

Hi! Thanks for sending this 💜 It wasn’t easy rewriting the scene but I tried my best. Let me know if it’s okay :D Just a general disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea how the mind works. Every person, I imagine, has a different reaction to traumatic experiences. This is what I imagined although I’m not 100% sure it fits Sharon. I study linguistics, not psychology so this won’t be accurate, but hey... artistic licence. Enough with me. The story is under the cut (if it works), I hope you’ll enjoy it. The part in italics is a flashback. Some of the stuff in here is OOC, but it’s the beauty of fanfiction, isn’t it? Story also available on ffnet and ao3

It all happened so fast that it took Sharon a few minutes to understand what was going on. One moment, she was about to open the door to the interrogation room, the next she was lying behind a desk, with Andy's arms around her, while everyone around them had their guns out. Slowly the details of what had happened came back to her.

"Chief, if you don't mind, I'm going to ask your suspect a few questions." Said Sharon. Chief Johnson nodded and told her it wasn't a problem, so Sharon picked up the case file she had been reading and headed to the interrogation room.

Around the corner, Andy opened the door to Electronics and walked in. "Hey Buzz…" The words died in his throat when he saw their suspect, alone in the interrogation room, pointing a gun at the door. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Sharon, and realised she was walking towards that room.

She stopped in front of the door, and opened the case file again to check a couple details she couldn't seem to remember. As she read, she reached down to open the door. She pushed the door handle and in that moment a gunshot exploded and a bullet broke the door. At the same time, a pair of arms went around her and dragged her to the side, and behind a desk.

There was a lot of commotion around them. People had their guns drawn, and she heard screaming and shouting. "Hey, everything's okay. You're safe" said Andy, who was looking around to assess the situation, while still shielding her from the shooter.

Soon most of the noise died out, the suspect was handcuffed and his gun taken away. Andy finally looked down and saw her. She looked shaken, but he knew from experience that it would take her a few minutes to realise what had happened, because of the adrenaline. "Hey, Sharon, are you… oh shit." He looked up and yelled "I need a medic here! She's hurt"

Sharon looked up at him and said "I'm not hurt" Her voice was shaky, and it was only after he said that, that she started to feel the pain in her arm. The blazer was ruined. It was torn and blood has soaked the material around the wound. "Oh..."

Andy rose to his feet and helped her up. He team ran over to them, their worry growing as they noticed Sharon clutching her bloody arm. Before anyone could speak, Andy looked over at the chief and said "I'm going to take the Captain in the break room, away from here. When the paramedics arrived send them there, please"

The chief reassured him that she would and told them to go. Sharon still hadn't spoken, and she was looking around, shocked.

Andy helped her to take off her blazer, trying to be as gentle as he could, and helped her sit down. He closed the blinds, so people outside wouldn't look in and say down next to her. “Babe" Andy whispered "I…" When words failed him, he simply kissed her forehead and moved a little closer. "I almost lost you" he whispered.

It was so strange to see Sharon like that. She wasn’t speaking, and she looked like she was in a trance. Andy was wondering if part of it was also her trying to be strong at work even in a situation such as that one. All he knew was that he was worried. Tears were threatening to fall, so he stood up, went to grab a clean cloth they had in the break room, soaked it in warm water and started to clean up her bloodied arm.

"Andy…" she whispered. In that moment the door opened and the paramedics walked in. The wound didn't look too bad, it was a scratch, really, but it could have been much worse. She could have been on her way to a hospital, or in a body bag. He stayed by her side as they cleaned up the wound, stitching it up and helping her with a sling, kissing her forehead when she would wince in pain. "It's almost over, you'll be okay" he whispered.

A little after the paramedics left, Provenza opened the break room door and asked Andy to go out of the room for a second. "What?" he asked, already hating the idea that he wasn't with Sharon." Flynn, take her home. I'll deal with the chief. If she asks I can explain. I'll tell her to give you a couple days off. Now go, take her home and stay with her"

Andy was surprised to say the least. When Provenza had found out about their relationship a few months before, he had thrown a tantrum at Andy's house while Sharon was there, but had at least kept it quiet at work. Apparently he had come to his senses and realised that he and Sharon loved each other, that it wasn't just a fling. "Thanks, old man. I appreciate it." He said

"Sharon, babe, we're going home" Andy said. He took off his jacket and placed it around her shoulders, trying to cover the wound and the tank top she had been wearing under the blazer. Before they left the break room, Sharon looked at him with tears in his eyes and begged "Can you stay with me tonight, please?" Andy cupped her cheek and kissed her softly. "Of course", he replied with a smile.

Together they walked out and went to the murder room to retrieve their things. They ran into then chief and Andy told her to find Provenza. That he could explain.

Once they got to the car, Andy helped Sharon in and started driving to the condo and as they got closer, she broke down. He held out his hand for her and she grabbed it as if it was the only thing keeping her sane. "Oh god Andy" she muttered before she started to cry and shake. He parked the car in her spot and leaned over to hold her as she started to weep. "Let's go upstairs, Sharon" he whispered after a few minutes.

He held her hand as they went upstairs, keeping her close. Luckily it was the middle of the afternoon and no-one was in the corridors. He quickly opened the door to her apartment and they went in. As the door closed, it was as if everything that has happened came crashing down. Sharon started sobbing, and all Andy could do was hold her in his arms and gently caress her back in a soothing way, to help her calm down.

She could barely breathe. Her knuckles were white and her hand hurt from holding the back of his shirt so tightly but she couldn't let go. She had almost died. If it hadn't been for Andy, she'd be in a body bag. "Babe, why don't we go sit down?" he asked. Instead of the couch Sharon headed for the bedroom. They laid down together and Andy wrapped himself around her, to hold her tightly to him, but still careful of her injured arm.

As she sobbed and he held her, Andy realised that if he hadn't seen her, if he hadn't walked in the break room, she wouldn't be there in his arms. He kept telling himself to be strong. He couldn't break down. Sharon would probably tell him he didn't have to be strong for her, that he too had every right to cry, to let it out, but he just couldn’t. Andy tightened the hold on her and kissed her hair. He whispered "It's okay babe. Let it out. You're safe now, you're home", and kept repeating it over and over.

It took her almost an hour, but Sharon eventually managed to calm down. She wasn't sobbing anymore. There were still some tears rolling down her cheeks, and her eyes were puffy, but her breathing was back to normal and she had loosened the hold on him. All Andy had done was reassure her and kiss her forehead. He had held her and told her that he loved her. Eventually she fell asleep, exhausted. Andy held her for a little longer and he kept stroking her hair. Gently, as not to wake her, he rolled her over so she could be comfortable, and got up from the bed to grab a blanket. He decided to lay down a few more minutes with her, mostly to reassure himself that she was there, safe, but then after a kiss and an “I love you” he got up from the bed.

When Sharon woke almost an hour later, she found a glass of water, some aspirin and a note on the bed side table.

I know you probably have a headache after all that crying. Take these and stay in bed. I needed to go to a meeting and I'll be back as soon as I can. I’ll bring dinner as well. Can't wait to cuddle you some more, sweetheart.

Love you, Your favourite sexy lieutenant,

Andy

Sharon smiled at the note and the gesture. She sat up in bed and took the aspirin, before walking to the living room to retrieve her bag and her phone. There were some missing texts and calls, mostly from her team and, surprisingly, Major Crimes. People checking on her and sending her her best wishes.

She was still replying to all the texts when she heard the key turn in the door and saw Andy walk in. "Hey sweetheart" he said with a smile, when he noticed she was there. Sharon walked to him, stood on her tiptoes and pulled his head down, so she could kiss him. "Thank you for staying with me. I love you so much" she murmured against his lips, and kissed him again.

Andy hugged her and said "I'm glad you're okay. I have dinner with me. Why don't we sit?" To his surprise, Sharon ignored her own rule of no eating on the couch unless it's a game night so they could be closer. The mood was definitely better than before. While the experience would probably haunt them for a while more, at least now they could relax and enjoy the other's company.

After dinner they decided to cuddle on the couch while they watched a movie. Sharon was curled up next to him, and she had her head on his shoulder. The only noise was from the TV, all around it was quiet. The peaceful atmosphere was broken by the ringing on Andy's phone. He groaned when he saw the chief's name pop up, but accepted the call. "Flynn." He simply said.

"Lieutenant sorry to bother you. I was just wondering how the Captain is doing" asked Brenda. Andy was surprised, but replied "She's better now. Uh, Chief, did Provenza…" he trailed off but luckily she understood "Don't worry, Lieutenant. He informed me of everything. The two of you are off until Monday. Rest, go to a meeting if you need to, and take care of her, okay?" He thanked her and ended the call.

Sharon was looking at him, expecting him to tell her he needed to leave, but he reassured her he was there to stay and told her what the chief had said. "Can we go to bed now?" She asked. Andy smiled at her and answered "Sure babe"

They held hands as they went to the bedroom. Andy helped her undress, and once they were down to their underwear, they snuggled under the blankets and held each other. It was unusual for them to sleep like that. Sharon would always wear at least an old tshirt, but both needed to feel as close as possible to the other, and apparently skin to skin was the best way for both. Sharon kissed him again, and thanked him for saving her life, for staying with her, and for holding her. "I don't know what I did to deserve you, Andrew Flynn, but I'm happy to have you in my life. I love you so much" she said.

That night they kissed a little longer and held each other a little tighter than usual, both eternally grateful to be there in each other's arms at the end of the day.

The next few days were mostly uneventful. They stayed home, ordered food and spent a lot of time together. Sharon encouraged Andy to go to meetings if he needed them, and when he'd come back, he'd always bring her something sweet from her favourite bakery. Her arm was healing well, but she'd had to put it in a sling for a few more days.

On Monday, Sharon woke up when Andy started showering her with kissed on her shoulder, neck and cheek. "Rise and shine, sleeping beauty. I have breakfast here for you" He helped her sit up and offered her a tray with coffee and a bowl with some cut up fruit and ice cream. Not her usual breakfast, but he'd been treating her like a queen for the past few days, and that apparently included ice cream at 7am. Not that she was complaining.

"Ready to go back?" He asked. Sharon nodded and finished her breakfast quickly so she could get ready.

An hour later, they were in the car, headed for the PAB. Andy noticed that she had tensed up as he pulled in the parking lot. "Hey, I'm here with you. You're safe, it's going to be okay" he said, taking her hand and kissing her quickly. They held hands as they rode up in the elevator, and Sharon stayed close to him. Only when the door opened to let other people in they untangled their fingers, but still remained side by side.

As they stepped off on the Major Crimes floor, Sharon had to stop for a moment to catch her breath and calm down. Ignoring where they were, and her rule of no PDA at work, Andy kissed her and took her hand, to lead her to the murder room. His presence was helping her a lot, especially when they had to walk past that interrogation room. She moved closer to his side, and her nails almost broke the skin of his arm, but Andy didn't care. He whispered "it's okay, sweetheart. No one is there" and helped her walk past the door.

When they arrived in the murder room, Sharon was shocked to see Welcome back Captain written in huge letters on the white board, surrounded by doodles of balloons and confetti. Someone, probably Provenza, had even drawn a Wicked witch with her arm in a sling. The team all went to say hello to her.

Sharon's eyes were shining with tears. These guys had even bought a cake and flowers to celebrate her return. Never before she had felt more welcomed, accepted, respected and hell, even loved, like the people in that room. Most days they couldn't see eye to eye, but they all knew that, no matter the division she came from, she was still one of theirs, and it was a miracle she was still there.

Andy suspected that Provenza had told the entire team, not only the chief, what the nature of their relationship was, but frankly, he couldn't care less.

They celebrated for a little while, and all made sure to ask her how she was, and told her they were there if she needed anything. "Ma'am. We have something for you" Julio said as their little party was coming to an end. "Our favourite attorney, Gavin, told us that the blazer you had on the other day was your favourite and we're sorry that it was ruined. We decided to do something for you, with his help"

He handed her a bag and she opened it with shaky hands. Sharon gasped when she realised that they'd bought her a new blazer, just like the other one. She wiped away the tears, and Andy hugged her once again.

"Thank you, thank you all. This means a lot to me" she said. Her voice was trembling with emotion. "Don't think that this won't stop me from watching you like a hawk though" she chuckled, and the team laughed with her.

"Right, everyone, back to work. The wicked witch has turned soft. We better take advantage of the situation" exclaimed Provenza, taking the attention off of the Captain, who was starting to get a little uncomfortable. She mouthed a thank you and he nodded slightly.

Sharon went to sit at her temporary desk which, over the weekend, had been moved next to Andy's, with a happy smile on her face. Despite ecerything they'd put her through in the past few weeks, they were a bunch of good people, and a great team. When she shared the thought with Andy, he squeezed her hand and said "Of course love. We protect our own, and you're part of this team"

#the closer #major crimes #shandy #shandy fic #sharon raydor #andy flynn #the closer fic #major crimes fic #angst #hurt/comfort

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almostafantasia · 4 years ago

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a villaneve soulmates au | read on ao3

In a world where your soulmate’s initials appear on your skin after you meet for the first time, Eve’s life gets turned upside down when the single letter ‘V’ appears on her abdomen on the same day that a senior MI6 official gets assassinated just down the road from where she works.

- - - - -

chapter eight - assassin radar

“We’re getting nowhere,” sighs Eve, slumping back in her seat dejectedly. “I really thought we had her when we got the sketch drawn up but there’s nothing. No name, no DNA. Nothing.”

“She may as well be a ghost,” Elena says unhelpfully.

“Except that I know she’s real. We met her in that coffee shop, remember?” Eve runs an exasperated hand through her hair, loosening it from the confines of the elastic and running her fingers through their curly lengths, before she lets out another groan of frustration and says, “We met her and we’ve still got nothing on her.”

“We’ll get her eventually,” says Bill. “We just need to know what we’re looking for.”

“Did you get anything on the Ukrainian guy’s son, Kenny?” asks Eve, although she already knows the answer. It has been more than a week since they added Artem Kravchenko’s strangled corpse to the board, and Eve knows that Kenny would tell her the moment he found anything suspicious.

“Nothing that I can find,” answers Kenny, with a regretful shake of his head. “I’m going through it all a second time, just in case I missed something the first time, but he’s clean. His finances are a mess so he’s definitely got the motive of inheriting his father’s millions, but his emails and phone records are all in order. If he’s involved in something dodgy, he’s doing it from burner phones and secret accounts.”

“Well I can’t go to Carolyn and tell her that we’ve hit a wall,” says Eve. “She’s trusted us with this. But at the moment it seems like we’re just waiting for the killer to strike again and hoping that she slips up next time.”

“I’ve started compiling a list of influential people who have died over the last few months,” Bill tells her. “None of them have stood out to me yet but I’ll send across what I’ve got so far if you like and you can take another look at them. You know her better than I do.”

“Thanks, Bill,” says Eve, smiling her thanks at him. “But right now it feels as though I don’t really know her at all.”

The office falls silent for a few moments, filled only with the sound of computer keys clicking, until it is broken by the chime of Eve’s computer telling her that she has a new email.

“There you go,” says Bill. “See if any of those light up your assassin radar.”

Bill is right about the first two on the list. The first is a man in his late sixties who seems to have suffered from a heart condition, while the second was killed in an incident involving a drunk driver. Eve ignores them both and moves onto the third death on Bill’s list instead.

As soon as Eve reads that the third person died from a gunshot wound to the head while visiting a German art gallery, she is interested. Their assassin, after all, is earning herself a reputation as somebody who likes to kill in public places. And even if this isn’t their girl, it still fascinates Eve as she starts to look into it further. She stares at photos of the crime scene with a morbid fascination, unable to tear her eyes away despite the gruesome smear of blood across the floor from where he was shot to where his body was found.

A gunshot wound to the head - surely that would have killed him almost instantly, which rules out the possibility that he crawled away himself, before dying moments later against a nearby wall? But that means that his killer would have been the one to move him.

Why move a body after the victim is already dead? Eve can only think of one reason for moving a body, which is to dispose of evidence that it was ever there in the first place, but that was clearly not the murderer’s aim here.

Eve tries to put herself in the killer’s position, desperate to understand their rationality. If she had just murdered somebody, particularly in a public place such as an art gallery, she would want to remove herself from the scene of the crime as soon as possible. She definitely wouldn’t fuss around with moving the body several feet away from where it fell, only to leave it slumped against a nearby wall.

Eve squints at the picture of the crime scene again, enlarging the image so that she can zoom in on the body. But on closer inspection, it is not the body that attracts Eve’s attention, but instead the painting that the body has been moved to sit beneath. She paid very little attention to it before, a dark canvas with a few blocks of much lighter colour that had been too distant for her to discern what it was before. Now that she sees it up close, Eve realises that it is a portrait of a woman. Her nude torso is the most prominent part of the painting, surrounded by black, while the woman’s face is almost creepy in the way that it is shrouded in shadows. Eve is captivated and intimidated by the woman in the painting in equal measure, unable to tear her eyes away.

It’s probably nothing, but the fact that the killer has moved the body to sit beneath this painting in particular is playing on Eve’s mind. She crops the picture of the crime scene until it is just the painting, then opens up a search engine and runs a reverse image search. The results that pop up are pages of similar paintings, portraits of other people that use almost identical dark colour palettes.

It isn’t until Eve reaches the bottom of the second page of images that she finds what she is looking for. An identical image to the painting in the photo of the crime scene almost jumps out of the screen at Eve and she cannot click on it quickly enough. It leads her to a page of German text that Eve doesn’t understand, but there is also a larger version of the painting, as well as a caption giving the title of the painting and the artist's name.

DIE SÜNDE - FRANZ VON STUCK

Eve looks at the painting again and feels the hairs on the back of her neck slowly rise to attention. She shudders, an awful chill running down her spine as if somebody has just slipped an ice cube down the back of her shirt. The woman in the painting is creepy, but that’s not quite it. Eve feels as though she is being observed from a distance, an unsettling feeling bubbling away in her gut. This feels like their assassin, but Eve isn’t sure where the instinct that is screaming that at her is coming from, because it’s just a dead body slumped beneath a painting of-

“Wait,” says Eve, feeling her pulse quicken as she realises what she’s looking at. “What about this one, Bill?”

“Which one?” Bill asks, as he looks up from his computer.

“The German art gallery shooting that took place two days ago.”

“You think that could have been our assassin?” asks Bill, frowning as he gets to his feet and crosses over to Eve’s desk. He peers at her screen as Eve switches back to the crime scene photos, then he comments, “What a big mess.”

“Let’s see,” says Elena, rolling her chair over and craning her neck to look past Bill at the pictures. “That’s a lot of blood.”

“This one bothered me when I saw it but I wrote it off as irrelevant because there’s no way that he was killed by a woman,” explains Bill.

“Why not?” asks Elena.

“Because the killer moved the body,” answers Bill, pointing at the trail of blood across the floor to where the body rests. “The victim was a big chap. He would have been difficult to move and I think it’s unlikely a woman was able to move the body.”

“Unlikely, but not impossible,” points out Eve. “It bothered me too because why would you move a body? She shot him in the head and he would have died pretty much instantly. Surely she would want to get away from the scene as fast as possible?”

“She?” Bill repeats back at her, raising an eyebrow at Eve. “You’re sure that our assassin was responsible for this one?”

“She moved him to that painting,” says Eve, pointing at the image on the computer monitor of the victim’s body slumped below the painting of the half-naked woman. “Why that one in particular?”

Eve minimises the photograph and opens up the webpage that she found from the reverse image search. The text at the side of the screen is all in German that Eve doesn’t understand, so she just looks at the painting instead and the words beneath it.

“D- die …” Eve attempts to read.

“Die Sünde,” Bill reads aloud, in perfectly accented German. “‘The Sin.’ Hang on, is that a snake around her neck?”

Eve squints at the picture and recoils when she realises that the dark shape surrounding the woman’s body has a pair of eerie eyes that she hadn’t previously noticed. It makes sense now, knowing who the woman in the painting is.

“Wait, the sin?” Elena speaks up. “You’re talking about the original sin, right? The woman in the painting is Eve? I mean, not our Eve. But Eve Eve.”

“Adam’s Eve,” explains Bill.

“Hey!” protests Elena. “Let’s not define women by the men in their lives. Eve was a big girl who doomed humankind all by herself.”

Eve has never felt any particular kinship with her biblical namesake, but she cannot help but wonder if that is the message that this assassin is trying to send. And if it is, then it means that the assassin has learned of Eve and the team’s effort to hunt her down and is taunting them.

A performance - that’s what each kill is to this psychopath. And this kill is a performance specifically for Eve.

“Bill, can you get on the phone to the German authorities and ask them to send across everything they have on this case?” Eve asks. “I want to find proof that this is our killer’s work.”

“Sure thing, boss,” Bill says as he returns to his desk.

“And what if it is her?” asks Elena, worry etched on her face. “Is she trying to send a message that she knows about you? About us? Aren’t you worried? What if she comes for you next?”

“She won’t,” Eve insists. “She likes the attention. It’s all a game to her and if she hurts us then she loses her players.”

“I just don’t want this to come back and bite you on the arse,” says Elena, before her eyes widen and she adds, “Or worse!”

“It won’t. If this kill is her, then I don’t think it’s a bad thing that she knows I’m on her trail. This proves that, don’t you think?” Eve gestures at her computer screen, where the website showing the painting is still up. “She’s showing off for us now, and it’s only a matter of time before she gets careless.”

“Or a matter of time before she gets bored and comes after you personally,” Elena counters with a grimace. “I don’t think I like the idea of playing games with an actual psychopath but it’s clearly getting you excited.”

Choosing to ignore Elena’s comment and Eve returns her attention to her computer. She opens up the website showing the painting and, realising that it is the website for the very art gallery that the murder was committed in, she uses her mouse to highlight the block of German text and pastes it into an online translation tool. The resulting paragraph in English is full of grammatical errors that could be much better translated if she asked Bill to do it, but it makes enough sense to confirm that the painting is depicting the biblical Eve and the serpent who led her to temptation.

Is the message that the assassin is trying to send by moving the body beneath this particular painting as straightforward as simply making a connection between names and showing off that she knows Eve is on her trail? Or is it more than that? Is the assassin trying to lead Eve astray in the same way that the serpent led the other Eve into the path of sin?

“Eve?” says Bill, from the other side of the office, pulling Eve out of her musings. “The German authorities have emailed across some more information about that murder and I think you’re going to want to see this.”

Eve can feel each ominous thud of her heart against her ribcage as she gets to her feet and crosses over to Bill’s desk. The crease of his frown fills her with anxiety as she approaches, tentatively moving to stand behind him so that she can see the screen. She is vaguely aware of Kenny and Elena coming to stand beside her too, the whole team huddled around Bill to see what he has discovered, but Eve shifts her entire focus onto the image on Bill’s screen.

If it were possible for Eve’s heart to leap out of her body via her throat, then it would in this moment. It takes a few seconds for her to realise what she is looking at, but when she does, it stuns her into disbelief.

On the screen of Bill’s computer are two photos side by side, almost identical in nature. They show the body of the man who was murdered in Munich, but the pictures have been taken from much closer up than the one Eve previously saw, cropping out the painting below which he is slumped. The new perspective allows Eve to see something that wasn’t visible in the more distant shot, with the photo on the left side of the screen revealing a patch of blood soaked into the front of his shirt over his abdomen. The second photo has been taken from the same angle, but a hand wearing a latex glove reaches in from out of frame and peels aside the bloodstained shirt to reveal the source of the blood.

Oh shit.

There, on the victim’s stomach, just to the right of his navel, are the letters ‘EP’, carved into his flesh with a blade.

Eve feels herself start to go a little bit lightheaded. She reaches out with one hand and grips the back of Bill’s chair for support, while her vision starts to blur in her peripherals until the only thing she can see is the picture.

Those are her initials. The assassin has carved Eve’s initials onto the man’s stomach, immortalised in blood. And there must be hundreds of different two letter combinations that she could have gone for, which means that fact that she has picked these particular two is too improbable to be a coincidence.

Of course, just as damning is the fact that the killer has carved the letters onto the exact spot where Eve has the ‘V’ on her own stomach.

Her skin burns where the mark is, as if somebody has set fire to the front of her shirt. Eve lifts a hand to her stomach and rests her palm over the mark, the skin sensitive to her touch, even through the material of her shirt.

“Well I guess that answers that particular question.”

Kenny’s voice is what snaps Eve out of her trance, voicing aloud the same conclusion that she has just reached in her own mind. Eve looks away from the screen quickly, only to find that the other three are all watching her intently, gauging her reaction. She drops her hand from her stomach and tries to act indifferent.

“So what?” Eve shrugs, unable to make eye contact with any of her colleagues, so she settles for staring at the wall beyond Bill’s computer instead. “We already had suspicions. Like Kenny said, now it’s just confirmed.”

“Eve, you know this means that she’s got one too, right?” says Elena, resting a concerned hand on Eve’s arm just below the crook of her elbow.

“So it’s professional,” says Eve. “I’m destined to be the one to catch her.”

“Do you think she sees it like that?” asks Bill.

“This is big, Eve,” continues Elena. “I know I’m always the one preaching that these marks mean nothing, but she’s a bloody psychopath. You have no idea what she thinks of these marks. Or what she’s going to do next.”

“It’s fine,” says Eve, sparing one final glance to the gruesome letters on the victim’s stomach, before she forces herself to look away and return to her own desk. “She’s just trying to send me a message.”

“Exactly,” insists Elena, following Eve across the office and leaning against the side of Eve’s desk. “She knows your name and she’s probably got your initials on her body. What next? What if she comes looking for you?”

“Then it’ll make our job a hell of a lot easier!”

“I really think we should tell Carolyn,” says Elena. “This is a big development and I think she needs to know.”

“No!” protests Eve. “Carolyn doesn’t need to know. Not yet, at least. This is my mark and I don’t want her to know about it.”

“Back me up Bill!” pleads Elena.

As both Eve and Elena turn to look at Bill, he just shrinks back in his chair and holds his hands up in surrender.

“It doesn’t matter what I think,” he replies. “If Eve doesn’t want Carolyn to know then it’s her decision.”

“Kenny?” says Elena, in one final plea.

Kenny hesitates before answering, his eyes flitting between Eve and Elena. There is a brief moment in which Eve wonders if the mark on his arm, though concealed by the sleeve of his polo shirt, will persuade him to sign with Elena, but he eventually shakes his head.

“Sorry Elena,” says Kenny, shooting her an apologetic glance, before he elaborates by saying, “I don’t think that we should tell Carolyn about this. And I trust Eve.”

“Thank you Kenny,” says Eve, giving him a grateful smile. She can’t imagine how mortifying it would be to have to admit to Carolyn Martens that the assassin she has asked them to trace has Eve’s initials on her stomach.

“Fine,” Elena says with a frown, disgruntled at being outvoted three to one about telling Carolyn about the marks. “So what is our next step?”

Eve pauses for a few seconds to collect her thoughts, which feel a little bit as though they’ve been put in a blender and torn to shreds by this latest discovery. The confirmation of the one thing that Eve has been trying to pretend isn’t real may have answered one question, but it’s raised a dozen others too.

What does the ‘V’ stand for? That is the biggest question on Eve’s mind. The killer must know Eve’s name now, for her to have connected a mark on her stomach to somebody who might learn about the body in the art gallery. And with Eve’s name, the assassin would only have to do a little bit of digging to gain access to all sorts of other private information. All Eve has is a letter on her stomach and the memory of a face.

There are other questions too. Why has the universe, after more than forty years of letting Eve quietly get on with her own life, decided to pair her with an actual psychopath? How did the assassin find out about Eve? Why has she decided to etch Eve’s initials onto this particular body?

Well, there is one thing they could do to get answers...

“We go to Munich,” Eve answers Elena’s question. “She wants my attention, so let’s show her that we have it.”

“All of us?” asks Kenny. “Shouldn’t some of us stay here and continue working on what we’ve got already?”

“Probably,” Eve concedes.

Eve glances across at Elena, who immediately shakes her head and holds her hands up in protest.

“Don’t look at me!” she says, shaking her head at the suggestion. “I’m not chasing a deadly assassin across Europe. I’m very happy with staying at home and staying alive. Anyway, Bill is the one who actually speaks German.”

Eve acknowledges this with a small incline of her head, then shifts her attention onto Bill instead.

“She has a point,” Eve says. “What do you say, Bill? Fancy a few days in Munich with me?”

“Are you sure you want me there?” asks Bill, a slow smile spreading across his face. “I mean, I don’t want to be a third wheel for you and your soulmate.”

Eve glares at him, unimpressed.

“Okay, for that you don’t get a choice,” she tells him. “You’re coming with me, end of discussion. Kenny and Elena, are you both alright to hold down the fort here for a couple of days?”

Eve doesn’t miss the way that Kenny and Elena make a point of not looking at each other as they both nod, and she remembers that they have each other’s marks. Neither of them have spoken to Eve about it since that first day, and Eve wonders if they’ve even mentioned it to each other yet. Eve knows that they both claimed indifference to the marks, but there is a part of her that thinks they would make a cute couple and wonders whether two or three days alone with each other will be enough to give them a nudge in each other’s direction.

“Fine with me.”

“Not a problem.”

They both mumble their responses at the same time, and Eve smiles past the ache in her abdomen that has been there since she saw the assassin’s artwork on the newest body.

At least this case has some direction now.

“Let’s go to Munich!”

- - - - -

There are few things that Villanelle enjoys more than being correct. Being right about something is basically just evidence that she is amazing.

Being right about Eve Polastri being the woman from the coffee shop is a euphoric feeling. Villanelle lurks outside the gallery and waits, nearly going giddy with excitement when a taxi pulls up across the street and the woman she’s been thinking about every time she masturbates for the last few weeks gets out of the vehicle. She looks even more majestic than Villanelle remembers, and though her hair is pushed back into a bun on the back of her head, there are a few loose flyaways close to her hairline that bluster about in the autumnal wind. Villanelle’s hands itch to touch it, to wind one of those curls around her fingers and loosen that thick mane from its elastic confines.

Eve’s clothes leave something to be desired. It seems that Villanelle must have conveniently pushed that part of their first encounter out of her mind, and she screws up her nose in disgust at the practical waterproof coat that doesn’t quite manage to conceal the crinkles of the blouse she wears underneath. It’s difficult to tell from across the street, but Villanelle suspects the shirt may be a cotton-polyester blend, which makes her feel a little bit nauseous.

Villanelle will have to do something about this awful wardrobe when they’re together.

A man follows Eve out of the taxi, in his sixties and balding on the top of his head. The pair seem close, laughing together about something that Villanelle is too far away to be able to eavesdrop on, and she sincerely hopes that he is just a work colleague and not anything more.

Eve and her companion are greeted by an official looking man in a suit at the entrance to the gallery, then all three of them bypass the sign left outside the door to let visitors know the gallery is closed until further notice, and disappear inside the building.

Phase one of Villanelle’s plan - lure Eve Polastri to Munich - has been a success. And that was probably the hardest part. Phase two - to get Eve alone and actually have a conversation with her - will be much easier now that they are both in the same city. The companion will have to be dealt with, of course, because Villanelle cannot let her first proper conversation with her soulmate be interrupted by somebody completely irrelevant, but Villanelle is certain that she can find a way to make sure he stays out of the picture.

Eve will be occupied for much of the day, and it excites Villanelle to know that Eve will spend the entire day talking about Villanelle, admiring Villanelle’s latest kill, trying to work out who Villanelle is.

Well tonight Villanelle will show her.

There are some preparations that she needs to make before she is ready to introduce herself to Eve. She will have to make a trip to the pharmacy, and she mustn’t forget to book the hotel room.

But first of all, Villanelle needs to buy a costume.

- - - - -

“You’ve got her on CCTV?”

Eve doesn’t know what she was expecting from their visit to Munich, but to be told that the kill was caught on camera within minutes of arriving at the scene of the crime was definitely not it.

“Yes, I sent the video across to Bill with all the other files,” says Weber, the German BND agent who is liaising with them on the case.

To have footage of the assassin actually killing could be a complete game changer for this investigation. To be able to see more of her at all would be progress, but to actually watch her in action? Eve is … well, to say that she is excited about the prospect of watching a man get shot in the head is probably a little insensitive to the victim, but Eve wants to see this footage more than anything else in the world right now.

This CCTV is the breakthrough that they need. They’ll be able to study the assassin - her movements, her mannerisms, her kill style. And not just the kill too. If that has been caught on camera, then the staging of the body after she shot him will have been filmed too. Eve will get to watch the killer as she draws Eve’s own initials on the man’s abdomen with a knife.

Carving those letters into the victim's stomach is far more intimate than anything that Niko has done for Eve in at least the last five years, if not ever.

Eve turns to Bill, her eyes wide.

“CCTV?” she asks him. “Why didn’t we know about this sooner?”

“The German investigators were very thorough,” Bill answers with a shrug. “They sent over a lot of stuff. It’ll take Elena and Kenny a while to go through it all.”

“I will find it for you,” says Weber. “You can watch it now.”

He summons one of his colleagues with a wave of his hand. The pair start speaking in rapid German, which Bill appears to be following, and Eve is grateful for the distraction brought by her ringing phone. When she reads Elena’s name on the screen, Eve answers straight away.

“We were just talking about you,” says Eve. “How are you and Kenny getting on?”

“I’ve already told you, Eve,” comes Elena’s indignant reply. “There’s nothing going on between me and-”

“I meant with the investigation,” Eve cuts in, smiling to herself at Elena’s misunderstanding and making a mental note to revisit that topic at a later date, because there is clearly something going on, even if it is just in Elena’s mind. “Have you discovered anything useful?”

“Oh, not really.”

The embarrassment is evident in Elena’s voice, even over the phone, and Eve doesn’t need to see Elena to be able to picture the flustered expression that will no doubt be plastered across her face.

“There’s a lot of information to sort through,” Elena presses on. “We’re still trying to sift through it all to work out what’s important and what isn’t, then we’ll go through everything in the important pile in greater detail.”

Eve hums in approval and says, “Sounds good.”

“Oh, by the way, Kenny stumbled across something interesting. Apparently there’s CCTV of her … you know, actually doing it. Killing the guy. It confirms that it’s a woman - blonde hair, mid-twenties, athletic build.”

“Blonde?” queries Eve, because her own memory of the assassin from their admittedly brief encounter is of a brunette with bangs.

“Well we know that she likes a costume,” Elena points out. “She probably uses wigs too.”

Eve considers the idea for a few seconds, then concedes, “Yeah, I can see blonde hair working, actually. It would suit her complexion.”

Hearing Elena snort on the other end of the phone, Eve’s cheeks flush when she realises that she said that aloud, and she is quick to press on to avoid Elena commenting on it.

“So, have you seen the CCTV footage?”

“No, they didn’t send it to us,” answers Elena. “That’s why I called you. Kenny found some notes that were made from the footage - her description, her movements through the rooms of the gallery, and so on - but there were no video files in the stuff that the German authorities sent across.”

“That’s weird,” Eve says, with a frown. “Our contact here says it was sent to us. They’re just finding it now so that Bill and I can take a look.”

Hearing his own name, Bill’s head turns towards Eve and he walks towards her.

“Hang on, just give me a second,” Eve says to Elena, before lowering the phone. She covers the speaker, then hisses at Bill, “What’s happening? Have they got it?”

Bill grimaces and shakes her head apologetically.

“Apparently they’ve lost the footage.”

“Lost the - how do you lose CCTV footage of a murder?” Eve lifts the phone back to her ear and says, “Sorry, Elena. I’ll call you back in a bit.” Ending the call with a tap of her thumb against the screen, Eve turns her attention back to Bill and adds, “Elena said that they never sent it to us either.”

“Really?” asks Bill, his eyebrows shooting up across his forehead. “Now that’s interesting.”

“How does a federal government agency lose CCTV footage of an assassination?” Eve groans, running an exasperated hand through her hair and loosening the hair tie keeping it out of her face.

“They don’t,” Bill answers, with a simple shrug.

Eve’s eyes widen as she realises what Bill is implying.

“You think it never existed?”

“I think that it did exist, but somebody has gone to great lengths to make sure that it doesn’t anymore.”

Eve glances over at Weber and his colleague, both bent over a small laptop and murmuring conspiratorially with each other. Could one of them, or somebody else working in German intelligence, have removed all traces of this vital evidence from their systems? Eve cannot imagine that whoever ordered this assassination will want footage of the killer doing her thing to continue to exist, especially not when she has been completely anonymous for so long. But to get that footage removed before it can be shared around must mean that either the hit was ordered by the German authorities, or that the people responsible are powerful enough to have significant influence over the German intelligence service, perhaps even moles inside the organisation. And if they have people inside one government authority, how many others are they controlling from within?

“Who are we dealing with?” Eve asks Bill, shaking her head in disbelief.

“Somebody very powerful, which is why we need to be careful,” Bill answers. His eyes flick down to Eve’s stomach, then back up to her face, before he adds, “Especially you.”

“I’m always careful,” counters Eve.

“And I hope that you don’t live to regret those words.”

#killing eve #killing eve fanfic #villaneve #villaneve fic #villanelle #eve polastri #from the same star

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hongugu · 4 years ago

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Best Kpop Songs of 2020

My rules for this were very loose like these are supposed to be title tracks but I’m pretty sure there are like, digital singles on this list, or just songs that had a music video...? Some of them don’t even have a video but they were promoted still IIIiiI don’t fucking know whatever. I also wasn’t sure if I should count songs like Dynamite, Ice Cream, or 100 Ways? Because they’re in all English but they’re from kpop artists??? But then I did anyway so whatever it’s not that deep.

>> Listen to it on Spotify <<

(the spotify list is backwards) (or i guess this list is backwards) (so like this one ends with the best song) (the spotify playlist starts with the best song) (because logic)

250 Kang Daniel: 2U 249 Sechskies: All For You 248 VAV: Made For Two 247 Demian: Karma 246 E’Last: Tears of Chaos 245 woo!ah!: Bad Girl 244 Momoland: Starry Night 243 EXO-SC: 1 Billion Views 242 Baekhyun: Candy 241 VOISPER: Keep GOing 240 PinkFantasy: Shadow Play 239 D1CE: Draw You 238 BoA: Better 237 Zico: Summer Hate 236 Miso: Blessed 235 MCND: Top Gang 234 TST: Count Down 233 IZ: The Day 232 Onewe: Q 231 DIA: Hug U 230 UNVS: Sand Castle 229 NCT U: Work It 228 Taeyeon: Happy 227 WJSN: Butterfly 226 Saturday: DBDBDIB 225 Dongkiz: Lupin 224 3YE: Yessir 223 Kang Daniel: Who U Are 222 DKB: Still 221 Dawn: Dawndididawn 220 Natty: Teddy Bear 219 Moonbin & Sanha: Bad Idea 218 Weeekly: Zig Zag 217 Rocket Punch: Juicy 216 Super Junior: 2YA2YAO! 215 Blackswan: Tonight 214 Cravity: Break All the Rules 213 Hyolyn: Say My Name 212 Bling Bling: G.G.B 211 SF9: Good Guy 210 DKB: Sorry Mama 209 DKB: Work Hard 208 BerryGood: Accio 207 Kai: Mmmh 206 Wonho: Open Mind 205 Mamamoo: Wanna Be Myself 204 Huh Chanmi: Lights 203 Ryu Sujeong: Tiger Eyes 202 WJSN Chocome: Hmph! 201 Botopass: Flamingo

200 Lunarsolar: Oh Ya Ya Ya 199 Jamie: Apollo 11 198 Nature: Bing Bing 197 DreamNote: Wish 196 Elris: Jackpot 195 Cherry Bullet: Aloha Oe 194 P1Harmony: Siren 193 Momoland: Ready or Not 192 NCT U: 90′s Love 191 Golden Child: Pump It Up 190 Zico: Any Song 189 Victon: Mayday 188 Jeong Sewoon: Say Yes 187 Cravity: Flame 186 MCND: nanana 185 Lee Daehwi: Rose, Scent, Kiss 184 Taeyeon: #GirlsSpkOut 183 Refund Sisters: Don’t Touch Me 182 CNBlue: Then, Now and Forever 181 Super Junior: The Melody 180 1TEAM: Ullaeli Kkollaeli 179 K/DA: More 178 TOO: Count 1, 2 177 Gfriend: Mago 176 AleXa: Villain

175 fromis_9: Feel Good (Secret Code) 174 Drippin: Nostalgia 173 1THE9: Bad Guy 172 KNK: Ride 171 Rocket Punch: Bouncy 170 ANS: Say My Name 169 Nature: Girls 168 MCND: Spring 167 Momoland: Thumbs Up 166 Dongkiz: All I Need Is You 165 Hyolyn: 9Lives 164 TOO: Magnolia 163 J.Y.Park & Sunmi: When We Disco 162 Xum: Ddalala 161 Youngha: Dark Cloud 160 Ong Seongwu: Gravity 159 Verivery: Thunder 158 Oneus: Bbusyeo 157 HA:TFELT: La Luna 156 Ong Seongwu: We Belong 155 Gfriend: Crossroads 154 Park Jihoon: Wing 153 WEi: Twilight 152 YooA: Bon Voyage 151 SuperM: Tiger Inside

150 April: Now or Never 149 Ha Sungwoon: Forbidden Island 148 Lovelyz: Obliviate 147 Secret Number: Who Dis? 146 ENOi: Cheeky 145 AleXa: Do or Die 144 HYO: Dessert 143 Victon: Howling 142 æspa: Black Mamba 141 Soyou: Gotta Go 140 MCND: Ice Age 139 Kim Kyunghoon, Kim Heechul, BIBI: Hanryang 138 Moonbyul: Eclipse 137 Secret Number: Got That Boom 136 WayV: Bad Alive (the Korean one thank u) 135 GOT7: Not By the Moon 134 NCT127: Punch 133 XRO: Welcome to My Jungle 132 Donkiz: Beautiful 131 Kim Wooseok: Red Moon 130 Han Seungwoo: Sacrifice 129 Blackpink: Ice Cream 128 Gfriend: Apple 127 UP10TION: Light 126 Blackpink: Lovesick Girls 125 GOT7: Breath 124 Verivery: G.B.T.B. 123 CL: +HWA+ 122 Irene & Seulgi: Monster 121 K/DA: The Baddest 120 Cherry Bullet: Hands Up 119 Lucy: Jogging 118 Twice: More & More 117 AleXa: Revolution 116 LeeHi: Holo 115 Day6 (Even of Day): Where the Sea Sleeps 114 B1A4: Like a Movie 113 Park Jihoon: Gotcha 112 Ghost9: W.ALL 111 Enhypen: Given-Taken 110 BAE173: Crush On U 109 SuperM: One (Monster & Infinity) 108 Max Changmin: Chocolate 107 Pentagon: Dr. Bebe 106 NCT Dream: Ridin’ 105 Verivery: Lay Back 104 Mino: Run Away 103 Ghost9: Think of Dawn 102 SuperM: 100 101 Weeekly: Tag Me (@Me)

100 Natty: Nineteen 099 Somi: What You Waiting For 098 Jessi: Nunu Nana 097 CLC: Helicopter 096 TxT: Blue Hour 095 (G)I-DLE: Dumdi Dumdi 094 Oh My Girl: Nonstop 093 Solar: Spit It Out 092 Monsta X: Love Killa 091 HA:TFELT: Life Sucks 090 AKMU: Happening 089 Lee Suhyun: Alien 088 Kard: Red Moon 087 Treasure: Mmm 086 Golden Child: Without You 085 AB6IX: The Answer 084 Hwasa: Maria 083 Sunmi: pporappippam 081 Jamie: Numbers 080 Yook Sungjae: Come With the Wind 079 Jackson Wang: 100 Ways 078 The Boyz: The Stealer 077 Dreamcatcher: Boca 076 The Boyz: Reveal

075 Treasure: Boy 074 (G)I-DLE: Oh My God 073 BTS: Dynamite 072 Woodz: Bump Bump 071 Itzy: Not Shy 070 Twice: I Can’t Stop Me 069 Chungha: Stay Tonight 068 Astro: Knock 067 Onewe: End of Spring 066 Iz*One: Panorama 065 NCT U: Make A Wish (Birthday Song) 064 Everglow: Dun Dun 063 Kard: Gunshot 062 AB6IX: Salute 061 GWSN: Bazooka! 060 Winner: Hold 059 Nu’est: I’m In Trouble 058 NCT 127: Kick It 057 Zico: Refresh 056 SF9: Summer Breeze 055 E’Last: Swear 054 Kim Namjoo: Bird 053 CIX: Jungle 052 IU: eight 051 Mamamoo: Dingga

050 Stella Jang: Villain 049 Heize: Midnight 048 Monsta X: Fantasia 047 BTS: ON (feat. Sia)--I’m just kidding lmao but could u imagine 046 Itzy: Wannabe 045 cignature: Nun Nu Nan Na 044 Taemin: Criminal 043 Agust D: Daechwita 042 Blackpink: How You Like That 041 Dreamcatcher: Scream 040 Woodz: Love Me Harder 039 ONF: Sukhumvit Swimming 038 Oneus: To Be Or Not To Be 037 Loona: So What 036 April: LaLaLiLaLa 035 Everglow: La Di Da 034 Pentagon: Daisy 033 Stray Kids: Back Door 032 Treasure: I Love You 031 cignature: Assa 030 Eric Nam: Paradise 029 Mamamoo: Aya 028 Weki Meki: Cool 027 cignature: Arisong 026 BTS: Life Goes On

025 Eric Nam: How You Been 024 Oneus: A Song Written Easily 023 A.C.E: Goblin (Favorite Boys) 022 Loona: Why Not? 021 Golden Child: One (Lucid Dream) 020 StayC: So Bad 019 Taemin: Idea (理想) 018 Iz*One: Fiesta 017 Weki Meki: Oopsy 016 Bvndit: Jungle 015 Ateez: Inception 014 Seventeen: Left & Run 013 Apink: Dumhdurum 012 Weki Meki: Dazzle Dazzle 011 Loona: Voice

010 Iz*One: Secret Story of the Swan 009 Ateez: Thanxx 008 TxT: Can’t You See Me? 007 Seventeen: Home;Run 006 Chungha: Play 005 N.Flying: Oh really. 004 Ateez: Answer 003 Day6: Zombie 002 BTS: Black Swan 001 Stray Kids: God’s Menu

Remember when I used to link all of these to their youtube videos? Hahhha yeah, that’s not happening this year :”D

#kpop #best of 2020 #misc*#yeah id give my life for most songs up until like #roughly the 175-200 range #lotsa good songs

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kpopmusiclyricsalbums · 4 years ago

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Song Controversies: What Do You Think

Questions I’m addressing

Is this song controversial? What is wrong, is Suga/Agust D at fault, and are they (BIG HIT) handling the backlash in the best possible way?

Before I go any deeper into anything, I know this post will probably upset both sides of the story, because no one will ever be truly happy when dealing with controversy. So I would rather give you some background information that will help you come to your own conclusions, along with why I think what I think.

Background

Before I dive into the song itself, I want to talk about Jim Jones a little. In America, as I am American, his name is one of those that is a synopsis for evil. Like Charles Mansion or Zodiac Killer. Before I even understood what don’t drink the kool-aid meant in context, we understood that phrase meant bad things.

The crime itself, which is what people are bringing up, is in November of 1978 the US sent a delegation, made up of congressman Leo Ryan, family relatives of temple members and NBC News crew along with other news media, to investigate human right’s abuse that was happening in Jonestown. When Congressman Leo Ryan was attacked that night, they made a rush to leave along with 15 of the members. At the arrival at the airstrip to go on the plane home, they were ambushed by the People’s Temple brigade shooting up the plane killing 5 of them. One of the defecters began to join in attacking those who already boarded. Later that night, 909 inhabitants of Jonestown including 304 of them children drank grape flavored Kool-Aid laced with cyanide. Jim Jones told people it wasn’t suicide, it was an “act of revoluntionary suicide protesting the conditions of an inhumane world.” It was also stated by those who were lucky to escape, that Children were given it first by their parents. Jim Jones was later found dead by a self inflicted gunshot wound.

(Also to note, I’m not an experpert of the crime or the circumstances leading up to it and there is a lot more information regarding what was happening both politically and societal, but this is the main part of the crime.)

That’s who Jim Jones is, a cult leader who was charamiscatic enough to convince 909 people to kill themselves including their children.

The Song

The overall feeling of the song is a diss track to people who criticize him, and that he doesn’t care what people think. People who go after his music, that people are just jealous over what he has and what he worked for. The song in and of itself comes after the cult leader’s words in the background.

Do I think the overall song is controversial?

Yes and No. Firstly the lyrics of the actual song taken out of context out of this entire controversy and throwing away the jim jones debate entirely, the lyrics have no bad or ill intention to them. It’s simply a way for him to vent his own frustrations about the hate he gets revolving around his music, his group and the negative he feels daily.

But the use of a cult leader’s words that seem to lead up to the events in question are. The feverish pitch of the voice, the fear of the government coming to take away, the fear of him, is what caused him to move to Jonestown in the first place and lead to mass suicide.

It seems like what he was initially focusing on was the words itself and not the context of the man speaking. He was trying to use the speech in a different light and different meaning to further what his song was getting across.

Some would argue that because there was no ill intent in doing so there shouldn’t be a controversy around it. I would disagree. I don’t think he was doing it to be malicious or doing it with the intent to inflict harm to people, but that still doesn’t justify being ignorant of the problem to begin with. This is more of a moral debate than a legal one.

Do I think it’s okay to use Jim Jones' speech out of context from the original song without addressing it. I would say no.

And the people using the song list on Jim Jones wikipedia page, those songs were addressing the events and the man himself, not using him out of context, like this song does.

Is Suga at fault

I would say Yes. People are saying it’s the producer’s fault, but he also helped in the making of production. Is it 100% his fault? no there are other people involved in the process, so they also are to blame, but he is one of those who said, yes okay, let’s do this. It’s his song.

To people who say, he wasn’t involved, I would say you can’t have it both ways. Either he wrote the song and produced it or he had no part in it. If he had no part in this song, even though his name is written all over it, then you should be questioning every song he ever wrote.

It’s the same context of other song controversies. Some people miss the mark, and he missed the mark on this. He messed up, it’s okay, that just means he’s human.

Are Big Hit handling the backlash right?

In my opinion No. They are not. It’s good that they are removing the sample from the song, that’s good, but Big Hit Entertainment releasing an apology and not SUGA himself, is a problem. He wrote the song, he produced it, he should be the one to write a written apology along with the others involved.

If you hold other idols up to the same standards, yet let one slide, that is a problem. Because right now, it simply seems like he is hiding behind his big company and waiting for it to die down without apologizing for the mistake he made, what other people have criticized other idols in the past for. Meaning we get the feeling he won’t change, nothing good would come about it, nor will he educate himself on why this is a problem in the first place.

Also I find Big Hit's explanation that he didn’t know Jim Jones laughable because as someone who was trained in the artists, we are always told to research, research, research! The first two results on google for Jim Jones is his wikipedia page and about the massacre. 909 people plus 5 at the airstrip were all dead because one guy wanted to be a god.

At the end of the day, Suga tried to take a speech out of context of the original meaning and failed in the delivery.

I’m not going to touch on the other part of the controversy because that is not in context to the song itself. Overall this is just my opinion, taken in context with everything.

To address this in advance: no I don’t think Suga is the antichrist, no I don’t wish he would die, and I do not wish harm to come to him. This isn’t an invitation to go attacking people, or anything. This is simply my opinion on the song and context around it.

As of the making of this post, only Big Hit has released an apology not Suga.

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#kpop #kpop unpopular opinions #kpop opinion #kpop opinions #Suga #Jim Jones #BTS Suga #Agust D #Opinion

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ruensroad · 5 years ago

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I LOVE YOUR FICS AND YOUR ART. GIVE ME SOME OF YOUR TALENT. If you're still taking requests, could you do *checks the prompt list nervously bc too many choices* either 13, 76 or 135 ??? Xicheng if you could, please please ?

Ahh, thank you so much! I’m so glad you’re enjoying everything :D

And I did Xicheng with 13 here!

This is a modern AU that I’ve had for a while, though I’m not sure if I’ll ever get around to writing it properly. Basically, Jiang Cheng comes from a family of empaths/psychics and has been cursed blessed with the strongest psychic ability in his entire family since his great-grandmother. Wei Ying - adopted because he too has some ability - convinces Jiang Cheng to use his gifts for the good of other people, so they both join the police force. Wei Ying is a medical examiner, given his gift of talking to the deceased is strongest when he’s literally talking to the dead body. In his mind, they sit up and talk to him and he can get a clue as to how they died, etc.. Jiang Cheng, who’s abilities are more far reaching and less dependent on physical remains, is a cold case detective. He takes on the case of the missing Nie Mingjue, and he quickly realizes that the man’s ghost is currently, and rather aggressively, protecting Lan Huan, a musician and artist. This takes place much farther along in the story, but honestly have fun imaging what you want! These prompts just worked too well for this AU I had to do it. ;v;

Prompt is from this list here.

Prompt 76 & 135 | “I think you need stitches.” & “Sing to me, please.” | Xicheng

“Fucking hate being right,” Jiang Cheng muttered as he slumped into the wall, ears still ringing from the close-quarter gunshot. Of all the nights to rush in without a vest… ah well, nothing to be done about that now. He was alive at the moment and functional enough to get back to where he left Lan Huan. Probably. Hopefully. That was what mattered.

(He was resolutely ignoring the way Nie Mingjue’s spirit was starting to solidify as the ghost stared at him in worry, which was never a good sign.)

“Don’t look at me like that.” Okay, so maybe he was looking. Sue him. Gasping, Jiang Cheng stumbled at the top of the stairs, grip shaking but solid enough on the rail. He was still vertical, at least. Progress. “I’m not going into the fucking light or whatever.”

I’m too pissed off to die, he didn’t say, didn’t have to, since Nie Mingjue could hear it anyway. The ghost looked more grim, but nodded once, even smiled a bit.

“That’s what I thought too. He proved me wrong.”

“No shit.” He perhaps shouldn’t waste precious energy on gesturing to a spirit’s general everything when no one could appreciate the joke but himself and the fucking dead guy. (And Wei Ying wondered why his sense of humor was so damn terrible. At least his dead people were remnants of lives, spirits, incorporeal. Wei Ying had the actual bodies to talk to which, yikes). “Fuck. Just tell me Lan Huan is safe.”

“He’s safe.” Nie Mingjue looked confident of that, which was more of a relief than it really should have been.

There had been no time between nearly being kissed and a red dot appearing on the wall between them. He didn’t know if Lan Huan had remained in the practice room, or had gone to the lobby for his brother, but as long as it was nowhere where the gunman had gone, Jiang Cheng didn’t care.

He stumbled again, this time bracing a wall with a blood slicked hand. He was losing traction and quick and blindly fumbled for his radio once it became clear to him he was not, in fact, going to make it back to Lan Huan. Feeling it broken and barely there between his fingers was hardly a surprise. Nothing had gone right today, after all. Why should this?

“Tell me he’s close,” he grit out and leaned heavily on his arm, the room starting to spin.

Nie Mingjue looked less confident that time, but remained just as determined as ever. “I’ll bring him.”

“He’s not a fucking empath, it doesn’t -” Jiang Cheng bit off a curse and lost balance, barely managing to slide down the wall instead of face planting right into the floor. The spirit was gone, disobedient as he was, which was fucking typical. “…doesn’t work like that, fucking fuck.”

Though perhaps Lan Huan had heard the gunshot, or would come looking for Jiang Cheng when he failed to return. The man was fool enough to put himself in danger like that for others. If he didn’t feel so damn fond about it all, Jiang Cheng would try to talk himself out of feeling such things for a hopeless, and rather helpless, beautiful being like Lan Huan. He’d nearly gotten the man shot today just going in to kiss him, for god’s sake. And he expected to get away with more? Ha!

His world was the unseen darkness between every human, after all. His eyes could see the demons people chained to their backs, saw the sorrow they hid behind smiles. Perhaps that was why he felt for Lan Huan the way he did - there was no mask there, not when he was with Jiang Cheng. That was what made it so hard to walk away from him too, captivating as he was, like a moth drawn into a flame after a long night in total darkness. Maybe he was just that lonely, maybe just that in love. It didn’t matter. Lan Huan didn’t belong in his world and he didn’t need some nosy ghost to argue that point at every turn.

A nosy ghost who’d actually made good on his word, somehow. He felt the impression of Nie Mingjue’s hand on his shoulder, a rush of energy sparking under his jacket, then Lan Huan was breathlessly racing up the stairs, eyes wild and frantic. When he spotted Jiang Cheng slumped against the wall he practically stumbled over himself to get there faster and more slid in front of Jiang Cheng then settled nicely. It was the most graceless he’d ever seen the man and he hated that it only made his feelings worse, damn it all.

“Detective?” A cool hand pressed to his forehead and he grunted in response, willing himself with all he had left to not burrow into Lan Huan’s welcoming touch. He had his pride.

“Pride means nothing if you’re dead,” Nie Mingjue pointed out somewhere looming over them, because of course he had something to say about this too.

You were shot in the face by the love of your life. Do I really want to take relationship advice from you?

“Point taken.”

“Detective!” Lan Huan sounded far more distraught now and Jiang Cheng realized, belatedly, that he had yet to answer him proper.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he grit out, trying to sit upright. The wound immediately pulled and he could feel the blood seeping between his fingers. At least he still had enough blood to bleed, something good to think about. “But I think he got away.”

“Who cares?” Lan Huan had gone a deathly pale, eyes wide and horror-filled at the sight of blood. Jiang Cheng was once more confronted by the knowledge this man literally knew nothing of practical matters, probably hadn’t even thought before racing up here. Useless man.

Jiang Cheng smiled at the thought, his body slowly relaxing down into something numb. “I also think I was shot,” he tried for something lighter. Well, lighter for him.

Amazingly, it got him a laugh. Hysterical on the edges, true, but there. “I’d have to agree.” Lan Huan’s hands fluttered over him, uncertain, and Jiang Cheng decided to take pity on him. Grabbing a slim wrist, he shoved Lan Huan’s hand under his jacket and over the wound, hissing between his teeth at the immediate pressure change.

“Push on it here, don’t let up,” he instructed, eyes fluttering a bit. Bad sign number two, that. With his other hand he gripped Lan Huan’s shoulder, grounding himself, and focused on staying conscious. “Do you have your phone? Call for an ambulance. Officer down.”

“I don’t,” Lan Huan whispered, voice trembling in fear. “But A-Zhan is downstairs, I believe he’s on the phone with your brother.”

Which meant the cavalry was due any minute. “Help me…” he flapped a useless hand. What were words, really? “Flat? I need to be flat. Keep pressure though.”

Lan Huan nodded curtly, but seemed far more himself with a clear goal in place. He got Jiang Cheng to the floor and propped up what Jiang Cheng instructed him to with the jacket Lan Huan literally ripped off of him. Hello strength kink, you can fuck right off.

“If you survive, you should actually accept his date,” Nie Mingjue rolled his eyes.

You can fuck right off too, Jiang Cheng huffed, groaning as Lan Huan pressed into his wound again. “Fuck. Definitely was aiming for keeps, wasn’t he? Do you think I’ll live?”

Lan Huan panicked all over again, but still tried for him. Ridiculous, ludicrous man. “I think you’re going to need stitches,” he said, a trembling smile in place, and Jiang Cheng rasped a laugh. “A band-aid too. Maybe three.”

“Fuck, don’t make me laugh,” he cursed, but kept on a smile. If this was how the light found him, or hell pulled him under, there were worst ways to go. Hell, he was already looking up at an angel.

Shit, glad that wasn’t out loud.

“I’m not an angel,” Lan Huan laughed, pale but somehow sweet in his worry. “And that was out loud.”

“Fuck,” Jiang Cheng closed his eyes and willed the embarrassment to die quickly. He was not spending his last breaths mortified out of his mind. Fuck that.

“But if you are dying, why not just tell him what you really feel?”

You are nosier than your brother, Jiang Cheng spat at him, but it wasn’t nearly as harsh as he wanted, and forced his eyes to blink open. It was already getting harder than it should be.

“You are though,” he said, voice wrecked, but sure. He splayed his fingers weakly and Lan Huan’s free hand gripped him tight, trembling and still so cold, and he smiled even more to feel it. “An angel, I mean. To me.”

“An angel of music?” Lan Huan was still trying. Jiang Cheng probably was dying then.

“Yes,” Jiang Cheng accepted that corny angle and was pleased to see a blush overtake Lan Huan’s face, though his eyes were also filling with tears. And that… that wouldn’t do.

“I hate hospitals,” he murmured, feeling like he was drifting away, but yet tethered to where Lan Huan was holding him. “White and sterile. Beeping machines, hate those. Drive me insane.”

He did his best to grip Lan Huan’s hand back when he felt it shake, but he wasn’t sure he was successful. “Come with me?”

“I’m not leaving your side,” Lan Huan told him, all stubbornness, and for once Jiang Cheng could believe such a thing. It was a relief to hear, especially as he lost the fight against his eyelids.

Trapped in darkness, he clung tighter to that spot of cold against his hand, the soft patter of tears falling on his face.

“Beeping,” he said again, focusing hard on that particular hate. “Distract me?”

A soft sob, half laugh, half tears, and a trembling kiss pressed under his left eye. Numb as he was, he felt something in him start to fly and hoped that didn’t mean he was leaving. Not yet. “Anything you want.”

Anything. A dangerous prospect, if a simple one. He smiled and squinted best he could, wanting to see those dark eyes that had haunted him throughout this entire mad case, especially if it was the last he’d see. He managed the vague shape of Lan Huan’s handsome face, his eyes two black pools of worry, somehow warm even in their darkness. Perfect.

“Sing?” The way mother used to when she rocked him to bed. The way A-Jie did when she tucked in A-Ling, a soft kiss to his temple. The way Wei Ying danced around his kitchen with a laughing A-Yuan, singing and wild and utterly happy. “Sing for me, please?”

His mind was already slipping, his hold on the world stretched too far for him to reach anymore, all save for where Lan Huan pressed into his wound, and where his other hand wrapped around his.

Where his lips rested on his own, brief and wet and heartbreaking. “If I had my way,” he heard the words, in his own head, in his own heart, and for once had no idea where they came from, “I’d sing for you for the rest of my life.”

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characternerdocs · 4 years ago

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💿 + Emery

You will probably notice that there is an artist that pops up a lot on this list, Robyn Adele Anderson, that’s because she is one of my inspirations for Em, her look, voice, mannerisms, etc., etc. It also plays into Emery’s background of being a singer/entertainer at the Mysterious Stanger speakeasy, back in the early 1900′s.

“Ex’s and Oh’s” by Elle King - Honestly this is just one of the first songs that I remember associating with Emery. Cause honestly she goes through partners quick. But I also think (or at the very least she thinks) that they will never get over her. There are also some lyrics that foreshadow some events. :3c

"Helena" cover by Robyn Adele Anderson - So this song I headcanon as about said future event. There’s a point that Emery because a ghost, which exclusively haunts Heath since he is the only one who had the ability to. And she really melancholy about it. And I just imagine her sing this to him.

"Soon We'll Be Found" Cover by Robyn Adele Anderson - And other Heath and Emery song. This one I headcanon taking place after a rather traumatic event in their friendship after Ramiel, Heath’s gf at the time, shot him seemingly in cold blood and then tried to bait Emery with the blood of her best friend. Cause as a hunter, these bound to be SOME collateral damage when taking on monsters. And Heath, who always had an overly kind nature, got caught in the crosshairs. when his friend’s ravenous nature won out. Heath just trusted the wrong monster. ANYWAY, I imagine this as Emery trying to calm Heath as he’s fading. Spoilers’ Heath was ‘‘fine.’‘ ya know, just a few weeks in a coma, ‘bout 10 cm of small intestines lost in emergency surgery, and a star-shaped scar left behind from the gunshot. but he’s FINE.

“Made You Miss” by Maddie Poppe - Again, it’s Emery, she’s flirty and loves to play hard to get. But also she is super spiteful and she will play with people’s emotions.

“Gangsta's Paradise” - Vintage 1920's Al Capone Style Coolio Cover by Postmodern Jukebox ft. Robyn Adele Anderson - Okay so Emery was a gangsta, back in the 1920- late 30′s. She was a part of a strange paranormal mafia. In fact, though she did get her hands dirty too, she was the main squeeze of the mob boss. But Emery also isn’t super happy about being in this mafia life, cause her price to see it was her becoming a vampire. She’s got involved with the boss cause abruptly found herself part of this unseen paranormal underground, and the boss was there to help her. And being the boss’s girl gave her protection and though their romance was very hot and steamy, the boss also kept her somewhat naive to the paranormal so that she could easily leave him. So she was somewhat stuck.

“All The Boys” by Panic! at the Disco - Again Emery is a player, and a femme fatal. She’s been around and highly sought out as she presents herself as a sex symbol. But similarly to how Robyn Adele Anderson is an inspiration for Em, Bredon Urie is an inspiration for a certain demon who plays heavily in Emery’s story. One that does love her madly and believes that she is his.

“Paint It Black” Cover by Robyn Adele Anderson - I just like this song. I sorta imagine it as Emery comparing her outlook to that of Heath, who is overly optimistic and idealistic in her mind. where she is very VERY jaded and has thought of herself for many decades as only a monster. It wasn’t until Heath's friendship, did Emery start to see herself more.

“Requiem (from Dear Evan Hansen)” covered by Anna - This is Emery morning her human life (more repressing the grief for her humanity and most treasured love), that was stripped away from her. It wasn’t a great life. It was filled with a lot of regrets and acts she’d take back if she could. As her father disowned her after she was discovered partaking in unladylike pastimes. And her mother, who she was close to, slipped away to early-onset Alzheimer's (unknown at the time it was 1920′s) And it all topped off with her convincing herself she is not but a monster now.

“Closer” (Nine Inch Nails) Cover by Robyn Adele Anderson - So super NSFW song, but one thing that Em does is that she drowns her problems in sex. That is literally what’s going on in this song. Yay! :’D

“Vampire” by The Orion Experience - Super obvious song is super obvious! Emery’s a vampire! But also the lyrics do fittingly describe Em, with “Hotter than a campfire, Heart has got no pitty, sexy black stiletto, One kiss will bring you to your knees.” So obvious but fitting.

“Candy Store” from Heathers, acoustic cover by Mariah Rose Faith - So Emery was base a bit on Heather Chandler from Heathers, (and yes, MY Heather did get her name from this movie/play, though I don’t feel like fits any character from Heathers. I just watch the movie the night before my friends pressed me for a name for the chaotic “girl”) the whole mega-bitch, queen bee vibe, but as I explored her character more and she became more than just mean, pretty girl, I feel like the acoustic cover of this song is fitting. Cause she’s still mean and bitch, but there’s sadness in there too.

“There are Worse Things I Could Do” from Grease - Hopefully this link works cause I love this performance of the song, which I believe is from the Australian cast recording, but apparently it no longer exists except on my iPod? so I put it up unlisted on my youtube. But again this song I feel goes to the heart that; Yeah Emery’s a bitch but she’s not unfeeling, even though she’d really like you to think she is causing, fuck your sympathy, she a cruel evil monster. Honestly, she’s a lot like Vincent in that she doesn’t like to show her vulnerabilities. I’ve imagined her singing this song to Heath, to Logan. And honestly, this vision I think has the best emotional. don’t @ me for that, just my opinion.

“The Vampire” by Solace and Fury - again! The super obvious song is super obvious! Emery’s a vampire! But I like this song cause I think it goes to Emery’s mentality of being a Vampire isn’t glitzy and glamourous. She is though, but being glamourous and being a vampire are mutually exclusive. As a vampire, you're a monster, your this dark creature that does dark and horrific things. It ain’t sexy. Emery is sexy, but again, mutually exclusive.

Thanks for the ask @icybreaths, I hope you enjoy the songs and the explanation behind why they're in Emery’s playlist. I actually have playlists for every OC, Ship, and relationship. And I’ve considered doing Musical Mondays, where it’s a requested OC or Pair + an emotion or event. Idk, I just hoard music

#Emery #Music #Playlist #Robyn Adele Anderson #Vampire #ask #icybreaths

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kpop---scenarios · 5 years ago

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Deception

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Much to your surprise your felt the opposite of disgust from Jooheon’s words. You were excited, for the first time in a while you were needed and semi wanted, even if it wasn’t in the best way, you still were. You’d finished your breakfast, but you didn’t know how you managed to concentrate on eating when Jooheon’s fingers traced your upper thigh constantly. You’d try to shoo him away, not wanting to be a dripping mess all day but he didn’t care.

He slips his hand inbetween your legs, leaving his hand just high enough for you to feel the heat radiating off his palm but not high enough to touch your sensitive areas. You let out a small annoyed groan. You hated being teased. Right after the sound escaped your lips you remembered you were surrounded by 6 other men who stared at you, curiously.

“I don’t have anything to wear tonight” you coughed, covering up the touches.

“It’ll be taken care of.” Shownu tells you with a nod. “Be ready for 9pm" he says, walking away from the table.

Looking at the clock it was only 10:30am, so you went to one of the three places you’re allowed, the living room. Sitting down you grabbed the remote to get lost in a drama. Halfway through the first episode you were joined by a skinny blonde haired man, you were pretty sure his name was Minhyuk.

“What are you watching?” he asked you.

“Strong Girl Bong-Soon" you answer, eyes never leaving the screen.

“Ah that’s a good one" he says. You were about to answer when you were both distracted by loud footsteps coming into the room.

“Min, we gotta go" Kihyun yells, gun in his hand. Minhyuk quickly jumps up, pulling a gun from the back waistline of his pants.

“Get in Wonho's room and don’t come out until someone gets you" Changkyun growls before following the other two out. You sat there shocked for a moment, until you heard more gunshots. You scrambled off the couch, racing to the stairs before locking yoursnothing Wonho's room. You ran to the little nook between the wall and your bed, hiding away.

It felt like hours before the gunshots stopped. In reality it had only been a few minutes. You were terrified. You didn’t know if one of them had been killed or if all of them had been. You panicked a little more at the sound of your doorknob rattling. You squeezed yourself in the corner as much as you could as the person on the other side worked ferociously to unlock your door.

Once they got it, the door swung open, hitting the wall. You held your breath, scolding yourself for making the smallest movement. You wanted to close your eyes so badly but you couldn’t. You had to know who is was.

You heard nothing but the sound of a breathy chuckle.

“Found you" a man with a gold tooth smiles. You let out a blood curdling scream at the sight of the man with a gun. “I was wondering what my men meant when they said MX took a girl home. They don’t do that unless it’s to torture them. Or fuck them and then kill them. But you’ve seemed to have them wrapped around your fingers” he says, eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I.. n-no I d-dont" you stutter, terrified of the man.

“Well we’ll see how they react when they find your lifeless body in here" he chuckles, reaching out to grab your hair and yank you towards him.

“Please don’t" you screamed, kicking your legs in an attempt to escape from the man.

“Shut up bitch" he growled, slapping you hard in the face before releasing your hair. Just as he was about to give you a good swift kick to your ribs, theres a gunshot and he collapses to the floor, groaning in pain and holding his lef. You then look up to see Jooheon standing there, tucking his gun away before walking over to you.

You sat there with your knees pulled up to your chest as Jooheon kneels infront of you.

“Are you okay baby?” he asks, cupping your cheek in his hand. You wince at the warmth of his hand against your sore cheek.

“Did he hit you?” He growls. A tear rolls down your cheek as your nod your head yes.

Looking back at it, Jooheon can see the bruise starting to form and the blackness around your eye.

Before you can even stand up the other 6 men are standing in the doorway. “Take him to the basement" Jooheon says, his eyes not leaving your face. Wonho and Hyungwon grab the man, dragging him away.

You refuse to look anyone in the eyes, ashamed of the giant bruise forming on your face.

“Did he touch her?” Shownu asks.

“Hit her in the face" Jooheon answers.

“I’m going to fucking kill him" Shownu snaps before stalking off, you can only assume he’s headed for the basement as well.

“I’m fine you guys" you say, head still hanging down.

“Look at us" Kihyun says.

Silently you raise your head, looking at each man very quickly. None of them say anything before exiting the room with an angered look on their faces.

“Get in the tub, relax and have a nap. We’ve got some stuff to deal with before tonight” Jooheon says before leaving a kiss on your good cheek and leaving.

After sometime soaking in the tub, icing your face and sleeping for atleast 5 hours, it was now time to get ready for your first mission tonight. To say you were nervous was a giant understatement.

Shownu had gone over everything with you already. You were to arrive without them as one of the ladies for tonight. You were to wait in the VIP room by the door and greet their “friend” when he arrived. Kihyun would be watching with a sniper from a vantage point. Wonho would be outside of the room as a bodyguard. Jooheon and Changkyun would be there with Shownu closing the deal. Hyungwon and Minhyuk would be patrolling the rest of the club, weapons on hand to make sure nothing was to go down.

He assured you that you would be more than safe. Although they hadn’t known you for long, they all were very fond of you and wouldn’t let anything to happen to you. Their baby, he called you. You smiled at the memory of him calling you that. It had made you feel special.

Luckily for you, they’d called in a professional makeup artist to work on your face since you had no make up here and couldn’t show up with a giant bruise over half your face. The minute she stepped away from you and you looked in the mirror you were shocked. She had given you a smokey eye with a deep red lipstick. The bruise was not noticeable in the slightest and you felt beautiful. You thanked her over and over again before she left so you could get dressed. The only dress hanging in the closet was one even you would likely wouldn’t wear. It was extremely short, tight and strapless. You could almost see your ass cheeks when you walked. You weren’t going to complain though. You only had to grind on the guy and pretend to be interested until he agreed to Shownu’s terms and you were pretty confident you’d be able to handle it.

The boys had already left, talking about how they needed to be there before you, so none had seen you quite yet. You twiddle your thumbs the entire 25 minute car ride back to the club. The closer you got the more nervous you were. You’d tried to calm yourself but it didn’t work overly well.

The car parked at the back entrance of the club and your driver got out to open the door for you. You stepped out in your red Louis Vuitton pumps and walked into the building with confidence.

You’d remembered all the director Shownu gave you and mentioned you’d see Wonho at the end of the hallway. Strutting your stuff, you walked towards him with a little sway in your hips, your nerves completely gone now.

You smirked as you watched his eyes trail your body. He leans in close to you, and gives you a quick slap on the ass before opening the door for you.

The second that door opens, Changkyun, Shownu and Jooheon turn their heads to look at you. Each one with a dirty look on their face and lust in their eyes.

“He’s not here yet baby" Changkyun smirks before patting his knee for tou to sit on. Before you can sit down, you hear 2 knocks at the door, Wonho’s signal that he had showed up.

It was show time.

You stood next to the mans chair as the door was opened for him. The three men stood and bowed as the man bowed back to him. He sits down in the chair before smiling up at you.

“Well hello there" he smirks. “what’s you’re name?” he asked. Shownu had told you to make sure you gave a fake name.

“Hyuna" you smiled with a bow.

“Fetch me a drink and then come sit on my lap" he says to you. You quickly make your way to the bar getting his drink before getting as comfortable as you could on his lap.

You did everything you could to make sure you were doing a good enough job with your part. You stroked his face, wiggled your ass in his lap, nibbled on his earlobe. Anytime you did anything remotely sexual the men tensed up, they were always watching. Their eyes almost shot from their heads rhe moment he began rubbing your thigh. You thought they were going to kill him right there.

“Well I think we can make a deal. Why don’t you excuse us darling. Let the men work now" he says almost pushing you off his lap. Before you can leave the man harshly slaps your ass.

Wonho closes the door behind you and now you feel like you can finally breathe.

“You okay baby?” he asks, resting his hand on your lower back.

“Yeah. I just need a drink and the bathroom. And then a long fucking shower to scrub the stench of his nasty hands off of me" you shudder. Wonho let’s out a chuckle before watching you walk down the hallway, definitely checking out your ass.

Stepping out of the bathroom stall, you turn on the water to begin washing your hands. The door to the bathroom bursts open, scaring you into spraying water all over the bathroom.

You look up to see Jooheon standing there, his eyes dark and needy. He slowly walks towards you, causing you to step back until you’re trapped against the wall.

“I wanted to tear him apart while he was touching you" he growled into your ear. His hands reach down to touch your thighs, slipping his fingers under your dress as you spread your legs slightly for him.

“No panties baby? You’re a naughty girl. You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this” he says, gliding his fingers across your pussy.

“Please give me more” you whine as you buck your hips towards Jooheon’s already erect cock.

“This is going to have to be quick baby" he smirks, unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants just enough to allow his cock to spring free. It wasn’t as thick as Wonho’s but you were dripping at the sight of the length.

“Please fuck me daddy" you moan, jumping up to wrap your legs around his waist. Jooheon lines himself up with your entrance, but instead of easing his way in, he rams his cock inside of you. He quickly pulls back out and thrusts back in, giving you no time to adjust.

He wasn’t lying when he said it needed to be quick.

Jooheon had angled himself in the perfect position to be able to have your clit rub up against him as he fucked you against the wall ruthlessly.

“You’re such a dirty little alut aren’t you?” he growled, pounding himself inside you again.

“Yes daddy, I’m such a slut” you cry as you bounce on his cock, your breasts had fallen out of your dress. Jooheon leans forward, taking one in his mouth to suck on, never slowing his pace.

“Cum for me you dirty slut" he barks. His harsh words quickening your orgasm, the knot getting tighter and tighter with every harsh thrust.

“I said cum whore” he grunted, his thrusts becoming sloppy as his need to cum grows stronger.

“Fuck daddy" you cry out, grabbing onto your breasts to squeeze as your eyes roll back into your head from the overwhelming sensation of the release.

“Cum in my pussy daddy" you cry out.

“Only of you’re going to walk around with my cum in your for the rest of the night" he growls at you.

“Anything you want” you whisper. And with those words, Jooheon releases himself into you, his seed spilling and coating your walls.

Jooheon pulled out of you, and put you back on the ground. You fixed your dress and your makeup the best you could before he grabbed your hand to lead you out of the bathroom. With every step you took, you could feel his cum slide down your legs.

You stopped walking, pulling him to you. “I don’t like how this feels" you whisper in his ear. Jooheon lets out a small chuckle.

“Let’s get you home and cleaned up” he says, pulling you through the crowd and through the front doors.

You finally felt happier than you had in a long time and safe. But little did you know, there were a pair of eyes that had their sights set on you.

And they would stop at absolutely nothing to get to you.

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jjungkookiex · 5 years ago

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My review/thoughts on MOTS7!

This album blew me away in terms of the lyrics, sound composition, EVERYTHING in fact so I figured that I would write a little review of it! Listening to every past BTS album brings me acutely to a period of my life when it was first released so I’m curious to see what memories I’ll forever associate with MOTS7

Interlude: Shadow- From the moment the MV was dropped I was speechless by this masterpiece. It sets the tone for this album so incredibly well by setting up the parallels between fighting your shadows and being engulfed by them. This constant battle I feel is central to the album as a whole. The alternation between Yoongi’s whispered beginning of “I wanna be a rapstar” “I wanna be king” to the Agust D esque switch of flow at the end almost seems as though his shadow is talking back to him. It is as though he realises that he cannot escape it but must embrace it to emerge from it. And also his INSANE flow and fluidity of rap is just something else, this song was made for Suga.

Black Swan- This has got to be one of my favourite songs from the album, I was hooked by the dark, almost classical intrumentals paired with the urgency of the vocals and rap. I feel as though this is one of the most introspective songs the boys have ever written, with the analogy of the dancer’s first death working to illustrate how art is all consuming for the creator. The pulsing beat underneath the vocals and rap served as a reminder of how important it is for artists to have something that literally makes their heart beat. It’s rare when songs make you truly analyse not only the lyrics but your relation to them and Black Swan 100% did that for me.

Filter- This had me HOOKED from the first few strings and the smooth Latin beat made me imagine listening to this whist walking through a bustling city at sunset. Jimin’s vocal range and siren like vocals make this song alluring and addictive in a way that no other singer could have done. The lyrics are playful and confident yet simultaneously deep. Jimin realises how attractive his various sides are to millions around the world and he owns that, yet he’s also aware that what people see is mostly akin to a filter, not reality in itself.

My Time- I’m so proud of Jungkook for experimenting and creating different sounds for each of his solo tracks and My Time is no exception. His beautiful airy vocals echo and blend perfectly with the lowkey beat. The lyrics hit hard when you realise that Jungkook’ s time scale of life has been directly opposite to that of his peers. He’s grown up on airplanes while they took the subway and you get a sense of yearning from his voice, a yearning for maybe the childhood and things he missed out on. Yet there’s a sense of assertion, that he owns his time has been different and accepts his fate.

Louder than bombs- I 100% understand why Namjoon cried writing this song. It so perfectly encapsulates the sense of fear and desperation that arises from uncertainty in one’s position in life. Troye did such a great job helping the boys with this song because it sounds sonically like the pair of them together. Even though this song is one of the darker numbers on the album it is offset by the small hints of hope. Namjoon’s mantra that he’s going to “pray for better days” is so striking because often in life that’s all you can do when you’re breaking- hope that things will change and the majority of the time they do, so you need to keep that fire of hope alive in you.

ON- On is a certified bop and its so INTENSE with the drum beats in the beginning. This song is going to be amazing in concerts with its anthemic rhythm and the lyrics “bring the pain on” and “can’t hold me down cos I’m a fighter” are so empowering. I feel this song embraces the pain and hardship with the confidence of the rap and vocals coming together to say- bad things will happen but we’ll emerge stronger and surge ON.

UGH!- Even from the title I could tell that this queen was going to sit with her sisters Ddaeng and Cypher. I’m so incredibly proud of our rapline they SNAPPED, like the flow, the wordplay the artistry?? The gunshots immediately grabbed my attention and the build up the chorus which hits like a gut punch is EVERYTHING. The way they discuss anger is so pertinent, with the rise of social media people unleash their anger on whoever they choose whilst hiding behind a screen on anonymity. Anger, like they say, is necessary but only when it can be used as a motivator for justice. Petty cowardly anger, like that which is directed towards BTS, can only lead to pain and that is what our rapline so masterfully condemns.

Zero O Clock- This is my new healing song, the acoustic guitar and soothing vocals are like a warm hug. The chorus is so uplifting and assuring, just hearing the gentle refrain of “and you’re gonna be happy” is so comforting. This reminds me of curling up on a winter’s day and finding comfort in small things and happy memories regardless of the storm that rages outside. The way that BTS never tell you meaningless words like “don’t be sad”, instead they assure you that sadness will not last forever and that the metaphorical spring will brighten your life once more.

Inner Child- Tae’s solo track radiates innocence and I am so in love with it. The way that he accepts his past and the hard times he went through and instead of allowing himself to dwell on it, he looks to the future. The refrain “we gon change” is going to be so uplifting at concerts. Even though our boys bring us so much joy we have to remember they’ve been through so many trials in the past. It’s comforting to know that I’ve gone through struggles alongside him and we can both move on whilst still recognising that our scars are the reason we are here now and that they prove we are alive and capable of healing.

Friends- One of my favourites from this album hands down. This makes me so inexplicably happy. It reminds of walking home hands intertwined with your best friend after school, late night conversations and inside jokes that make you double over whilst still containing that deep and powerful love you share with your soulmate alone. And isn’t that just vmin encapsulated? I can’t wait to see they perform this live, the Stay! Hey! part makes me so nostalgic and makes me want to reassure them that they’ll always have each other and the cheers of us, their ARMY. The part where they acknowledge their relationship as soulmates made me BAWL, their bond is one of such purity and rarity and I’m honoured to even witness it.

Moon- Another one of my all time favourites from this album. This could be the soundtrack for a slice of life anime and it is so bright and cheery, like Jin himself. His sweet vocals and the beat fits the spring season so well and the lyrics made me so soft. The way he uses the metaphor of him being the moon and circling us, his precious earth made me realise even more how much his man ADORES us. How could anyone sleep on Jin?? He’s songwriting is so pure and his presence gives me such comfort and hope, you’re so much more than just a moon Jin. You’re our one and only moon.

Respect- Namgi you geniuses! The wordplay, playful banter and topic matter are so unique in this song that I knew that it could only be made for the two of them. Respect I feel at the foundation of all relationships, can you ever have a healthy and mutual relationship with anyone or thing if you don’t respect them? With their distinctive rap that blends and flows so well with each other Namgi discuss the concept of respect and what it really means in the modern world when people place a veneer over their actions and words so as to disguise whether or not they truly respect you. As artists all I feel Bangtan want is people to respect them, not idolise them, but respect their artistry and work and sadly in an world where people hold numerous prejudices this is hard. Kudos to them for exploring this topic in a way that is simultaneously light with the satori at the end but still very thought provoking.

We are Bulletproof: The Eternal- I was 100% expecting this song to be a hardcore hip hop track so imagine my surprise to find a song that made its way into my BTS songs I can’t listen to casually because they mean too much to me and will make me bawl in public tracklist. The gorgeously haunting melody, the angelic vocals and intensely emotional rap has me in tears. When they sing “We were only seven” and “But we have you all now” I lost it. The memories I have of BTS who were my second family for the majority of my youth, the times we spent together, the music that was the soundtrack to my life. The way they adore us and find comfort and hope from us... this song really made me believe that I’m going to love them forever and vice versa. It makes me less scared to go on the rollercoaster that is life knowing that I will always have Bangtan beside me.

Outro:Ego- I saw a post that said Namjoon looks up to his Persona, Yoongi’s Shadow looks down on him but Hobi is the only one who is at the same level as, and looks his Ego right in the eye. I feel this song is such a wonderful upbeat positive track that is so Hoseok?? The way that he accepts his fate and looks forward and is confident and happy in the person he is now? This is going to be amazing at all the summer concerts and it just radiates such joy and never fails to make me dance. The perfect ending to an album that chronicles the ups and downs of BTS’s relationship with their career and selves and ultimately ends on such a bright note of hope and happiness.

#MOTS7 review #bts

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