#chuck pls heal and save him

[jj-dyl]

now personally i think everyone moved on too quick from the reveal that orange cassidy carries around a framed photo of the best friends everywhere he goes

[sga-owns-my-soul]

Lorne if you have not done Lorne

character thingy

How I feel about this character:

evan lorne is the reason i healed from my abusive relationship as quickly as i did so i have a Very special place in my heart for him. evan lorne is an absolute fucking angel of a man and i love him

All the people I ship romantically with this

just like chuck, i literally will ship him with anyone. i started listing it and realized i was starting to list all the characters in the show so yeah just everyone 😂

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

i actually really love the friendship that develops between evan and rodney 🥺🥺🥺 i think it's so cute and i literally want to cry when i think about them in the last man they're SOFT

My unpopular opinion about this character:

i hate that he's military. i wish he was a civilian who just happened to be really good at shooting

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

tbh i wish we got to see him injured and bloody more, there is like a criminal lack of lorne whump (probably bc he's too busy saving the people suffering to be suffering himself) but like. lorne in search and rescue was SO hot give me more of that pls

[sparkyblizz]

holy shit a thesis in the tags I love it

God this is so big brain hold on I have to actually address your points because I'm fascinated let me put my glasses on

THIS RESPONSE IS VERY LONG so it is under the cut

YOU ARE KIND OF RIGHT with the Phantom's portrayal of him and how he acts towards Athena and Apollo he does seem a bit obnoxious lmao (in my own interpretations I usually chalk that up to old Phanty and tend to recharacterise real Bobby a bit) but yeah definitely in a different au there could be that issue and you are SO RIGHT with the fact that they're like opposites personality wise and that could make it hard to get close at first. I myself once came up with an idea to use the juxtaposition not in the same way, but like... the idea was a Bobby Lives AU where the Phantom didn't impersonate him, Simon and Bobby are working together, and at first Bobby has a massive crush on him and is awkward around Simon, which on top of his already buoyant personality is enough to completely turn Simon off, making him cold and distant towards Bobby. then eventually as they work together more and inevitably get closer, Bobby calms down and stops being awkward, allowing the more tender parts of his personality to shine through (as per my characterisation) which leads Simon to start falling for him in turn. so that was an idea I had to use the juxtaposition but I digress.

I DEFINITELY see Simon being frosty making Bobby want to try harder, it does seem to be very him (from what we can extrapolate and what I Personally headcanon)! I LOVE your interpretation of him as genuine and emotionally mature and in touch with his emotions it's such a vibe! I think I've got the same vibes going on with my characterisation of him? a lot of it is honestly projection (lmao and I wouldn't call myself emotionally mature) but it's also interpretations of what crumbs canon gave us, bits and pieces from my favourite blackbright fic author's characterisation... and I came up with Bobby being honest and kind and genuinely friendly as well as funny and likes to crack jokes, but also in part having low self-worth and trying to be really peppy and happy all the time to cover that up (woop there's the projection) not to mention when it's an au where DD did happen and he somehow didn't die I also give the man anxiety because he would have it after that, holy shit. and in turn I interpret and characterise Simon as a man who is really caring and has a lot of heart, as shown when we find out all he wanted to do was protect Athena and his loyalty to Metis, but he's emotionally stunted. I mean, mans was a young adult when possibly the worst trauma of his life happened and he was then chucked in jail for a crime he didn't commit, knowing that what waited for him was death, and knowing that if he didn't sacrifice himself, Athena could have been punished in his place and he couldn't allow that to happen. and I personally interpret Simon as having to hide his true feelings and having to create a hard exterior to survive in prison and ON TOP of that putting on the facade of a cold murderer so that his guilt would never be questioned and he could do what he knew he had to do, die to save Athena. so he's also traumatised basically! that colours how I write their interactions most of the time though I do end up implying a sort of personal journey of healing on Simon where he uses that shell less and slowly becomes softer... but I digress again!

IT MAKES SENSE TO ME that Bobby would want friends and would want so desperately to make this work!!! and that there could potentially be more issues where Bobby sees Simon not putting effort in! cue me talking about another idea I had here that I never planned to use: I don't tend to want to write angst between two characters like arguments or fights, I prefer internal angst such as internal struggles, but I once thought of something that was intended to be completely platonic—Bobby trying really hard to earn Simon's respect and becoming frustrated and upset when he doesn't and Simon continues to be curt and call him by a pejorative nickname (in an AU where the Phantom shit didn't happen). in my own scenario I had two main scenes planned out in my head—one where Bobby was venting to Ema about how he just wants Simon's respect (because I love Bobby and Ema as good friends) and one where he confronts Simon emotionally, even tearfully, about how he tries so hard and he does his best and all he wants is to be respected, shocking Simon and that would eventually be the catalyst for change. but I digress again fjdbgjfhf

anyway the point is I like all your points and you've enlightened me, I really could potentially write an interesting dynamic between the two of them like this!!! love your input :)

fanfiction take of the day

seriously a lot of fun ideas I think up work for people that start out mutually disliking each other but eventually warm up to each other which isn't blackbright's vibe

gosh

[nalgenewhore]

good

elide x lorcan, modern/neighbours au, fluff + tension, word count: 3515

There hadn’t been a new resident in the building for a while, but the girl seemed nice enough. Really, he shouldn’t have been surprised that she moved in next door, considering that the unit next to his had been vacant for some time.

When he’d received the email from his landlord, Lorcan supposed he was simply used to only having to share one wall with someone and that with a little time, he’d get used to it.

He met her the day she was moving in, bright and early on a Tuesday morning. He’d held the door open for who he assumed were her friends �� a tall blonde with wickedly electric blue eyes and a shorter brunette with upturned emerald eyes. Lorcan had nodded at their thanks and stepped out of the building. Then his sight had set on her, Elide Lochan. It was pure muscle memory on which his feet propelled him forward. He’d been so entranced by her that he’d been too late to prevent her from twisting her right ankle as she tried to save herself from falling off of the moving truck’s ramp, but he’d been able to give her a nudge so that she didn’t eat shit on the asphalt road.

“Ooh, fuck,” the woman said, a grimace twisting her delicate features. She hopped to balance on her other foot and sat down on the edge of the truck bed. She glanced up at him, muted gratitude flashing across her angular eyes, almost as dark as his. “Thanks,” she bit out.

“Welcome,” Lorcan replied. He nodded towards her injured ankle, “I can take a look for ya, ‘m a physiotherapist.”

Her brows arched up and she ran an eye up and down him. Lorcan resisted the urge to straighten his posture and his skin felt like it was tingling beneath his clothes. “Really? Don’t look like one.”

“Yeah? What do I look like, then?”

She shrugged, tilting her chin back to properly assess him. “Hmm… a boxer or something like that. Gang enforcer.”

He snorted, shaking his head. “Nah, s’not me. I mean, I’m a boxer’s physiotherapist, but I don’t fight.”

“Really? Who’s the fighter?”

“Ya got a lot of questions for someone whose name ya don’t know.”

She laughed and extended her hand towards him, “Fine. I’m Elide Lochan.”

Lorcan’s hand dwarfed hers and he could feel his calluses scraping against hers. Interesting. “Lorcan Salvaterre.” They dropped their hands and he gestured towards her ankle again, “Want me to check now, Elide Lochan?”

“Sure,” she chuckled, slipping her faded black Van off and taking off her sock, too, as it covered her ankle. Elide put them to the side and reached down to roll the hem of her overalls up.

He lightly wrapped his hand around her heel and lifted her leg to examine it, fingers gently prodding the already swelling skin. Despite feeling her eyes burn into him, Lorcan didn’t look up. “Alright,” he slid his hand up her achilles tendon and rested his other palm against the sole of her foot, locking it in place, “bend ya knee for me, yeah? Tell me when it hurts.”

Lorcan flicked his eyes between her ankle and face, tracking her pain. Elide grit her teeth as she bent her knee without moving her ankle and stopped after only a few degrees of movement. “There, it hurts there.”

He hummed and nodded, straightening her leg. “‘kay, move it inwards.” Again, she could only move it a few centimetres before the pain made her wince. Lorcan nodded, tilting his head to the right. Elide followed his wordless instruction and was able to move her foot further.

“Is it bad?”

“Could be worse, but yeah, s’not great, Lochan.” Lorcan tapped his finger against the swelling on the outside of her ankle, “See this, s’really swelling up, so probably a grade two sprain, which means there’s a partial tear in the ligament.” He gently put her foot down and looked up at her, her eyes wide. “Hey, s’ok. Sounds worse than it is, promise.”

“You said I tore a ligament!”

“Said partial, and these types of sprains are really common,” he told her, his voice even. “There’s gonna be some bruising later and you’re gonna have trouble walking for a couple weeks, so what you’re gonna do is you’re going to get ya friends to move the rest of ya boxes, you’re gonna sit down and keep it elevated and iced – twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off for the next two days, yeah?”

Elide nodded, the panic melting from her face. “Then what? I can’t just sit around for the next two weeks.”

Lorcan chuckled, shaking his head, “Ya got a compression brace?”

She shook her head, worrying her bottom lip. “No.”

“That’s fine, they’re pretty cheap down the street at Brullo’s,” he told her. “s’a gym, but they sell stuff like that. Get one of ya friends to go and get it, yeah? I really mean rest for the next two days.”

Just then, her friends arrived and their eyes snapped back and forth over the scene they were confronted with. The blonde rose a single brow, her hand cocked on her hip. “Well, this is cosy.”

Lorcan blinked. It wasn’t even nine in the morning.

“Shut it, Aelin,” Elide said, rolling her eyes. “I sprained my ankle and my new neighbour here is a physiotherapist. His name is Lorcan.”

Aelin looked at him as the other brunette shook her head and walked around her to check on Elide. “Really? What qualifications do you have? Where do you work?”

“‘m a licenced physiotherapist. Work for a private client.”

“Hmm.”

He rolled his eyes and stepped back from Elide, deciding it would be better to address her other friend. “I’m Lorcan.”

“Lysandra,” the woman told him as she helped Elide with her shoe. “Please ignore Aelin. She was neglected as a child and now has attention seeking behaviour issues.” Lysandra’s words were light with laughter and Lorcan chuckled quietly. “Is there anything we can do for Elide?”

“Yeah, make sure she rests and ices her ankle for the next two days. I told her, but it’s twenty minutes on, twenty minutes off for the icing and make sure ya get some sorta compression brace.”

Lysandra nodded, “Ok, we’ll do that. What if it’s still this bad in two days?”

“Knock on my door, s’unit 3D.”

“I’ll do that,” Elide said, something in her voice making him pause and meet her stare. “Salvaterre.”

“Yeah, you do that,” Lorcan replied, the tip of his tongue rolling against his lower lip. He caught the way her eyes tracked the movement. “Lochan.”

Lorcan parked his car in front of his building and picked up his bag as he got out. When he stood, he arched his back, hearing his spine pop in a couple different spots. “Fuck,” he groaned in sweet relief. He slung the strap of his bag over his shoulder and locked the car before walking up to the lobby doors.

As he slid his key into the lock, he glanced around, wondering if he would see Elide. He’d learnt a few days after she moved in that she was a baker and owned a local bakery-slash-coffee shop when she’d come to thank him with a box of freshly made wild blueberry and pastry cream tarts. They were easily the most delicious things he’d ever eaten and after the first bite, he swore he fell in love a little bit.

With his late schedule, he had to go to Fenrys’ fights which were always scheduled during the evening, but he would often run into Elide on her way home from the bakery. It had become routine for them to chat on their way up and smile at each other as they slipped into their apartments, their doors often closing with the same click at the same time.

Lorcan didn’t see her and his heart sunk a little in disappointment. He crossed over to the fire escape instead of the elevator and walked the six flights of stairs up to his floor.

The moment he opened the door at the third level, he could hear music playing, albeit muffled. He frowned, it wasn’t like the tenants to blast their music. Elide was silent and kept to herself, except for when they both happened to be out on their balconies. Lorcan liked those evenings, he liked sitting out there and enjoying his dinner while Elide had hers. They’d quickly found that they could talk about anything together and it was as easy as breathing. Within the month, give or take, that she’d been here, her ankle had healed up nicely, but there was still lingering stiffness and an ache if she was on it too long.

As Lorcan got closer to his apartment, the music grew louder too. He quickly realised that it was coming from underneath Elide’s door and figured she had friends over or something like that. Lorcan let himself into his house and the music was louder inside. He toed off his shoes, hung up his jacket, and put his work bag down. He walked down the front hall, pulling the elastic from his hair, which fell out of the high bun he’d shoved it in and tumbled down to his hips.

Lorcan dragged his hand through his hair, shaking it out and massaging the kinks out. The longer he listened to the music, he realised that it wasn’t happy music, not the type of song one would listen to with friends.

He stepped closer to their shared wall and leaned towards it, unable to figure out the lyrics. The melody was still blasting and Lorcan glanced at his oven’s clock. It was almost midnight, so she couldn’t be up for too much longer, surely. Lorcan decided that he’d go to the building’s gym for the next hour and by the time he returned, Elide’s little music thing would be over.

He moved to his room to get changed and in his bedroom, he could hear Elide singing along, loud and angry.

“...lost my mind, I’ve spent the night cry-ing on the flo-or of my bedroom, but you’re so unaffected, I really don’t get it, but I guess good for yo-o-ou…”

Lorcan smirked, shaking his head softly. A few minutes later, he was changed and tying his high-top Chucks, winding the laces around his ankles once before hitching a neat bow. He grabbed his headphones and phone from the pants he’d discarded, and he got up, moving towards his door.

As he walked to the stairs, fitting his headphones over his ears, Lorcan glanced back at her door, wondering what had happened for her to be cathartically shouting along to what could only be a breakup song.

He shrugged to himself and connected his phone to his headphones, playing his own music loud enough to drown hers out. Lorcan disappeared into the stairwell and jogged down to the gym.

Exactly two hours later, Lorcan stepped out of the elevator, his shoulders and deltoids stiffening from the workout he’d just finished. He paused his music and pulled his headphones off as he stopped in front of his door, pausing when he realised that music was still playing. Lorcan checked his phone to make sure that he’d paused the song and frowned in confusion when he confirmed that it wasn’t his music.

But if it wasn’t his, then it could only be… Lorcan snapped his head up, staring incredulously down at Elide’s door. She was still playing music and the melody matched the same song he’d heard before he’d gone. Sweet fuck, something was really wrong.

He wanted to go check on her, but Lorcan wasn’t sure if they were there yet in their young friendship.

Sighing, Lorcan just resolved to suck it up for the night. It had to end at some point, he told himself.

<3<3<3

Some point ended up being four o’clock in the morning. At first, Lorcan had thought that he’d gone deaf or something. He’d fallen asleep minutes after and his body, like always, forced him up three hours later.

To wake himself up, Lorcan had gone to the corner shop down the street and bought a cup of their coffee, which was practically tar, and a pack of cigarettes. The man didn’t smoke much anymore, but the nicotine would wake him up like nothing else so he’d given in.

He was sitting on the edge of the planter box outside the building, sipping on his coffee and smoking a cigarette. The smoke was bitter and alongside the coffee, Lorcan was feeling marginally conscious. It was enough to interact with humans, so he supposed it was good enough.

The lobby door opened, but Lorcan didn’t bother looking over until he heard a familiar voice.

“Oh. I didn’t know you smoked.”

“Mornin’ to ya too, ‘lide,” he said, his voice quiet. Lorcan looked up at her, drinking in the sight of her. He’d learnt quickly that overalls were a staple in Elide’s wardrobe. She was wearing a black tank top beneath her dungarees and her black hair was twisted into a bun at the nape of her neck. A red bandana was tied around her head, matching her tote bag.

She chuckled, looking down at her black Vans. “Hello.”

“Hey,” he replied, grimacing as he drank some of his coffee. “And I don’t.” At Elide’s look of confusion, he elaborated and took a drag from his smoke. “Smoke, anymore. I quit a couple years back, but it helps wake me up.”

Elide nodded, running a cursory eye over his slightly disheveled appearance. “Hmm, you don’t look so good. Rough sleep?”

He snorted, tapping his finger against the cig to knock the ash off. “Yeah, had a shit sleep. Some girl was playing her music real loud, ya hear it?”

She squeaked and blush as her eyes filled with guilt. Lorcan smirked and finished his cigarette. He stubbed it and tucked the filter back into the pack, pulling out the gum he’d bought and taking a piece. “O-oh, you, uh, heard that?”

“‘lil bit, yeah.”

“It kept you up?”

He shrugged, “S’not a big deal, I’ve had worse.”

“Still,” Elide said, her cheeks pink, “I’m sorry. If you want- if you’re free, you can come to work with me? I’m sure my coffee is better than whatever that is.” She tilted on her tip-toes, hopeful. “And it’s free.” Lorcan stood up, finishing his shitty coffee. He shuddered as he swallowed it and Elide laughed, tilting towards the sidewalk. “That’s a yes, then?”

“Sure is,” Lorcan grinned slightly.

“Right then.”

They fell into step and walked to her bakery, which was only a ten minute stroll away.

When they got to her shop, Elide showed him to the table closest to the counter so that they could be as close as possible throughout the day. Despite that, they didn’t see each other too much. Lorcan read through a few newspapers and the magazines Elide offered to him. Once in a while, she would come by to drop off a coffee for him, usually an americano with an extra shot in it. She brought him various pastries too, always lingering until he took his first bite and praised her for her talent.

Elide closed her shop at four and let Luca, her employee, go home early. “Wanna help me with the dishes?”

Lorcan grinned and got up, “‘Course I do.” He followed her into the kitchen and he washed the dishes while she dried them and put them away. “D’ya have a good day?”

She nodded, “Yeah, I did.” Elide snuck a glance at his profile, “Did you?”

“I did.” He paused, a teasing grin curling his lips. “All the free shit really made up for last night.”

Elide gasped and hit his shoulder, trying not to gawk when her ineffectual blow was met with pure muscle. “I already told you I was sorry for that!”

“Just teasin’ ya, Elide,” he chuckled, looking at her through the corner of his eye.

“Mm-hmm,” she replied, shaking her head at him.

They continued in a comfortable silence until all the dishes were done and the rest of the kitchen was clean. Elide pushed Lorcan towards the big counter, “Take those stools down and I’ll get something for dinner.”

“Well, shit, Lochan, ya don’t gotta do all that,” Lorcan protested, his eyes wide. “Really, ‘m not even mad ‘bout last night. I wasn’t ever mad, I swear.”

She laughed, shaking her head, “I know, I’m just teasin’ ya.” He narrowed his eyes at her as she cackled, throwing his words back at him. “Gods, man, sit already! I’m starving and it’s not like I’m going to kick you out to find your own dinner.”

He gave in and took the metal stools down, putting them in front of the counter. Elide bustled back with two beers and two sandwiches. The food was from the industrial fridge in the back and the drinks were from the staff fridge.

They sat next to each other. Both of Elide’s feet were on the spindle, while Lorcan only rested one on the bar and his other leg was stretched out, his heel against the floor beneath Elide’s stool. Dinner was a wonderfully domestic, simple affair. Like everything else Elide made, the sandwiches were phenomenal and Lorcan told her so, around a mouthful of said sandwich.

Elide laughed at his muffled voice, her head tipped back. He swallowed and stared, captivated by the sight of her joy. Lorcan didn’t bother to hide the fact that he was staring when she calmed and he smirked at her blush, casually draining the rest of his beer. His eyes tracked the way she watched him, swallowing once.

He put the glass bottle down, now empty. Nodding his chin to her bottle, which was also empty, Lorcan rubbed his fingertips up and down his jaw. “Done there?”

“Yeah,” she said, biting the inside of her cheek.

He nodded again and got up, gathering their trash. Lorcan tossed it as Elide got her things ready to go. He followed her out, flicking off the lights when she told him to. As he waited for her to lock up, Lorcan stood on the curb, head bent with his eyes on her, his hands shoved in his pockets.

Night had fallen and that was the only reason he reached his hand out to her, so that she wouldn’t trip over anything. Elide slipped her fingers through his and tugged him with her. He marveled at how naturally their hands fit together, her thumb pressed against the first knuckle of his index finger.

They didn’t talk much as they walked home. Somehow, their steps matched each other’s despite their not-so-little size difference.

They held hands all the way to her door and when she let go, his hand felt strange, a bit useless, too. Lorcan leaned his shoulder against the wall and tilted his head to the side, one corner of his mouth higher than the other. “How loud is it gonna be tonight? Just tryin’ to plan around ya heartbreak.”

Elide scoffed, flicking her eyes upwards. “It was hardly heartbreak. Don’t you think breakup songs are kind of cathartic?”

He shrugged, “Depends.”

She rolled her eyes at his taciturnity. She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, it’d slipped free during the day. “Besides, there’s better ways of being too loud and pissing off the neighbours.” Elide looked up at him, shifting closer to him.

Lorcan arched a brow, making a show of slowly surveying her, eyes clinging to the curve of her hips. “Oh, yeah? Need a partner for that, hmm?”

It was Elide’s turn to tilt her head to the side and shrug, “I don’t think so. I’m a big girl, I can take care of myself.”

His pulse jumped, heart beating faster than it had two seconds ago. Lorcan ran his tongue along the undersides of his teeth and pulled it back to the roof of his mouth as he grinned, “Oh, I’m sure ya can, but I’m tryin’ this new thing, ya see.”

“Really? And what’s that?”

He raised his chin in challenge, delighted to see the heat and desire storming in her eyes. “Bein’ a gentleman.” Elide laughed at that, but Lorcan continued. “See, so I gotta lend ya a hand.”

Elide reached out, her fingers wandering innocently up his sternum. “Just one? And just your hand?”

“Lochan,” he murmured, letting her pull him down when her hand curls in the collar of his shirt, “you can have whatever that ‘lil heart desires.”

She sharply tugged and then they were kissing, weeks of tension and hesitation leading up to this. It wasn’t nice or neat, but neither cared as their mouths fit together. Lorcan’s hand rose to cup her jaw, his thumb on her chin, tilting her head up. Elide parted her lips for his tongue and moaned softly. She reached her hand backwards and twisted the door handle, shoving the door open. “Good.”

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an: i wanted 2 write smthng with good 4 u but im a softie now n i cant write breakup fics 😭

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[tamakeey]

there are children present (pt. 3)

doctor! ushijima x doctor! reader

so it’s been about a month since the two mushroom head’s playdate

the two successful doctors are still clueless to each other’s feelings

the nurses still unsuccessful in relaying the message to their respective doctor

countless plans made only fail due to the doctors’ stupidity and continuous denial

I cannot count on my fingers how many plans have failed

planning between the nurse trio goes something like this

“what if we just lock them in the storage closet together and give them an ultimatum?” -tendou

“what kind of ultimatum?” -semi

“we won’t let you out until you guys bang in the storage closet” -tendou

“tendou-san, pls keep it PG. I don’t know if you've noticed but we work in a fucking kid’s department” -kawanishi

“you act like you don’t curse all the time in the kid’s department. you just did and you didn’t even notice” -semi

as you can clearly see, they are getting nowhere

gives me more second hand embarrassment than hinata sneaking into the shiratorizawa training

all that aside, shirabu’s lesson continued with the addition of goshiki joining in to learn from his idol

their plan you ask? well keep reading to find out

it started with goshiki begging his mom to teach him how to use the computer and evolved to goshiki desperately filling up y/n’s emails with messages unrelated to his health

here is a compilation of embarrassing goshiki emails 

dr. y/l/n pls come join me at volleyball lessons, what if I need a medic

dr. y/l/n, pls come to volleyball lessons and meet my friend shirabu. he’s a fan of your healing powers

dr. y/l/n pls come to lessons, ushijima-san is scaring me

you get the point I'm pretty sure because in any world, goshiki would NEVER be scared of ushijima

only pure admiration and love

so anyways, goshiki and shirabu realized emails won't work and decided to resort to plan b

one afternoon, the two best friends had a lesson with ushijima 

and it was a longer lesson considering ushijima had a day off today

thus, the kids put their plan into actions (unfortunately as a last resort)

it had been about two hours into the lesson when shirabu pulled goshiki to the side during a water break

“goshiki it is time. I've come to realize dr. y/l/n will only come if a serious injury occurs” shirabu informs goshiki

“oh great how are we gonna do that?” goshiki questions

“say less” shirabu says

walking about five feet away from gosiki, shirabu then chucks the volleyball straight at goshiki’s face, causing the poor boy to fall over due to force

ushijima heard the smack of the volleyball and turn in time to catch goshiki before he hit the ground

goshiki begins to tear up and sob loudly

“shirabu, why would you throw the volleyball at goshiki like that?” ushijima scolded the child

while normally that would make shirabu pee his pants from fright he had to pull himself together

for ushijima’s love life :)

“I wanted to practice spiking but I didn’t aim well and accidentally hit goshiki” shirabu replied throwing in a fake look of distress 

ushijima begins checking goshiki’s body while goshiki looks over ushijima’s shoulder to glare at shirabu as if saying “really that was your ingenious plan?”

shirabu gives him a look back telling him “you’re ruining it, stick with the plan”

goshiki begins bursting into tears and clinging to ushijima, screaming about how much pain he’s in

“it’s alright, let me see your forehead” ushijima tries to comfort the crying child

“no, I only want dr. y/l/n. I only trust her to heal me” goshiki says thrashing back and forth

ushijima seeing goshiki being relentless pulled out his phone to call his coworker

at the hospital y/n his rubbing her forehead having to deal with the nurse trio

even though today is tendou’s day off, he decided to come in to be “comedic relief” for the doctor and her assigned nurses

and by that I mean he’s just there to join the other two nurses in convincing y/n to confess to ushijima already

while they kept going back and forth the the matter that’s been plaguing them for months, y/n’s phone goes off

she takes it out of her pocket and sees an off guard picture of ushijima plastered on the screen 

y/n looks to the nurse trio who are all wiggling their eyebrows at her

with tendou screaming “nows your chance, go forth my child”

she glares at the three nurses and presses the answer button

“hi ushijima, is everything okay?” y/n speaks into the phone

the nurse trio shoving her chair repeatedly, telling her to put the phone on speaker

y/n refuses obviously as she begins waving her arms in different directions to shut them up

“during our volleyball lesson, goshiki was hit in the head with a volleyball and wants to see you” ushijima explains

“aww poor baby! not to be rude, but couldn’t you check out his forehead to see what’s wrong?” y/n questioned

ushijima in a deadpan voice replied, “he refused”

“wow that’s first, okay I’m on my way to the park” y/n responds

“no need, we’ll come to the office since you’re still on the clock” ushijima asserts

“okay, let me know when you get to the clinic” y/n responds

hearing a quiet mhmm from ushijima, y/n hangs up the phone and begins typing furiously on her computer

“kawanishi, semi, get an examination room ready please? there’s an emergency checkup we have to conduct” y/n orders

her two nurses salute to her while walking out the door

tendou following suit as he has nothing better to do

“ushijima is coming into the office on his day off, this could be our chance” tendou tells the two nurses 

“well any ideas?” semi asks

“when he gets here, we can trap them in the examination room and force them to confess each other” tendou suggests

“uh I don't know if you were paying attention when y/n was on the phone but we kind of have AN INJURED PATIENT COMING IN” kawanishi shuts down the idea

“some sacrifice have to be made, it sucks but the little kid will be a martyr for his actions in putting an end to the this pain of oblivious doctors we’ve endured for too long” tendou says while putting his hands in a prayer position

“TENDOU WE ARE NOT SACRIFICING A CHILD” semi and kawanishi exclaims

the older nurse hitting the red haired male in the back of the head 

“I can see you guys really don’t care for the doctors to get together” tendou mumbles as they enter the examination room and prepare it for the child coming in

“we do, but not at the expense of a child’s life. look around you tendou, we literally work to save kids not send them off to die” semi lectures with kawanishi nodding in agreement

after preparing the room, the nurse trio walks back to the office area to inform y/n that the room is ready

soon enough, the injured goshiki, shirabu, and ushijima walk into the clinic

goshiki starts to believe getting hit in the head is a little more worth it now that his idol is carrying him 

it’s a real dream come true for the mushroom head

ushijima sees semi and kawanishi near the entrance of the pediatrics center

“hello dr. ushijima, goshiki will be in room seven where y/n will see him shortly” semi informs the male doctor

ushijima nods and carries goshiki to the assigned room with shirabu trailing behind him, with a mischievous smirk on his face

as they make it into the room, ushijima leaves the two children with y/n’s assigned nurses

“wait ushijima, please stay with me, your presence gives me comfort” goshiki whines, clinging onto the doctor’s arm

“I’ll be right back, I’m going to get dr. y/l/n” ushijima says making his way to the door, leaving the two children and nurse duo in the room

tendou is currently in the cubicle whining to y/n to confess for those wondering where he is

“this plan is going so slow, I’m losing hope” shirabu says sitting on the chair 

his feet dangling off the ground, arms crossed, bottom lip out in a pout

“this plan better not fail, I did not take a volleyball in the face for nothing my guy” goshiki complains

the two nurses couldn’t help but overhear and approaches the kids

“what is this plan you guys are talking about?” semi interrupted the kid’s chatter 

the two kiddos freeze in their spot and turn around, frightened by the tall nurse duo

“no need to worry about it, it’s not important” shirabu said

but at the same time goshiki spilled the beans

“a plan to get dr. y/l/n and ushijima together” goshiki blurts out

“crackers goshiki, just because he asks you doesn’t mean you have to answer him” shirabu facepalms leaving a red mark on his forehead

obviously not as red as the mark goshiki is sporting after taking a volleyball to the face

“we want in” kawanishi responds quickly

“yeah, what do you need us to do because we will literally do it. please end our suffering” semi adds on

“wait, you’re not mad?” shirabu asks

“heck no, we’ve been trying to get them together for god knows how long. we’re tired of the agony that is these two doctors being oblivious” kawanishi responds

“I don’t think we need help right now, right shirabu?” goshiki asks

“to be honest, I didn’t think we’d get this far but we’ll come up with something” shirabu replies

“wait, you didn’t plan the whole thing?” semi whisper yells

“I didn’t think ushijima would buy goshiki’s lame excuse to go see dr. y/l/n cut me some slack” shirabu whisper yells back

“I vote we just shove them into each other” kawanishi puts out

“I have an idea” goshiki said looking down at his feet

they all look at goshiki as he explains what his big plan is

meanwhile ushijima, y/n, and tendou make their way into the room

“okay my nurses, can you set up a different room while I look at goshiki?” y/n asks

kawanishi and semi grumble about missing the plan as they walk out the room, dragging tendou with them to fill him in on the plan about to take place

“well, I’ll wait in the waiting room for you to be done” ushijima says walking towards the door

“wait, please stay with me ushijima-san, my mom isn’t here with me and doctor visits make me nervous” goshiki said fiddling with his fingers while pouting

ushijima buying the cute boy’s pout nodded and made his way to goshiki who held out his little hand for the bigger man to hold

y/n then approached the two to examine goshiki’s head

for those wondering about shirabu, he’s sitting on the examination table with goshiki, waiting patiently for the plan to execute

“he’ll just have a bruise on his head, he isn’t concussed that's a plus” y/n asserts 

“can you check my head again, it hurts a little extra” goshiki says in babie

y/n nods and goes to check his head again while shirabu stands on the examination table

before ushijima can scold him about how unsafe it is, shirabu shoves the male doctor’s head down causing it to collide with y/n

the two doctors begin groaning in pain

“ushijima-san, are you alright? what happened?” y/n asks while rubbing her head

ushijima looks over at shirabu about to tell y/n the truth 

however, shirabu has already sat himself down, putting on an innocent act as he stares around at the health poster in the room

“uh I wanted to check on goshiki, I guess I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings. sorry y/l/n” ushijima answers

“I see” y/n responds before going back to examine goshiki’s head

“everything looks okay goshiki, did you want to call your mom to pick you up?” y/n asks

goshiki shakes his head while glaring at shirabu as if telling him, “your plan sucked we should've gone with mine” 

shirabu glares back relaying the message “okay, go with yours then. it’s the last resort anyways”

goshiki takes a deep breath before responding to y/n

“sounds good, ushijima-san may I borrow your phone to call my mom please?” goshiki asks politely

ushijima nods and hands his phone to goshiki

as goshiki unlocks the phone he sees the same lockscreen he has seen every volleyball lesson

“ushijima-san, why is dr. y/l/n your background?” goshiki asks, feigning cluelessness 

ushijima’s eyes widen in realization and both doctors begin to fluster 

y/n looks at ushijima’s phone which goshiki had turned on to see a picture of her off guard 

she recognized it from the one time ushijima and her got called into a night shift and went out for coffee during break

“why am I your lock screen ushijima?” y/n asks while tilting her head to the side

ushijima realizing the predicament goshiki had put him in decided to come clean

“I've had feelings for you for awhile now. it pains me when I don’t get to see you on days off or when I get off a shift I share with you. I guess unlocking my phone to your beautiful face made me even more joyful” ushijima explains

y/n’s heart begins to palpitate as they fluster even more

“I feel the same way ushijima-san” y/n smiles

“would you like to go on a date with me whenever you’re free” ushijima asks.

“I’d love to, please give me an hour after my shift to freshen up” y/n responds filled with giddy

“sounds good” ushijima says with a smile on his face as he goes in for a hug

the two toddler sitting on the examination table look at each other and high five

goshiki obviously took the time to brag

“wow my plan worked better than yours, looks like I'm the brains between us too” goshiki says looking smug

think of that one scene during season four where he clears his throat and is like “I believe it is my turn

shirabu sticks his tongue out at goshiki

as the kids are having their own moment, they decided to look up at the two doctors which was a poor choice

in the small span of the toddlers’ moments, the doctors shared a loving gaze and must have began leaning in

because when the kiddos looked up, they saw that the doctors share a kiss that was a lingering on too long

“AHHHHH COOTIES!!!” the two toddlers screamed while reaching towards each other to cover their friends’ eyes

the two doctors break apart, completely forgetting the children were in the room 

they began to kneel down and apologize multiple times for scaring the children

suddenly all three nurses barged in, hoping they’d make it on time

“semi, kawanishi, I'm scarred, the doctors were sharing cooties!” goshiki exclaimed

“WE MISSED IT?!?!” the nurse trio says

“I SPENT MONTHS TRYING TO GET YOU GUYS TOGETHER AND WHEN YOU DO I MISS THE WHOLE DAMN THING. I EVEN MISSED THE KISS! IF I WASN’T HERE FOR IT, IT DOESN’T COUNT, DO IT AGAIN!” tendou screamed

ushijima goes to lean in and kiss the female doctor again but before his lips could reach hers, y/n put her hand out so he’d kiss her hand

“why did you stop me from kissing you?” ushijima asks confused

y/n responds, “because toshi, there are children present”

extra scene:

“we came up with god knows how many plans, only for two kids to get them together ON THEIR FIRST TRY?!” tendou rants to the nurse trio as they watch the two doctors stare lovingly at each other

“don't remind me, I can't believe the kiddos outsmarted us. they haven’t even hit kindergarten” semi adds on rubbing the bridge of his nose

“whatever, we don’t have to bang our heads agains the wall ever again at their stupidity” kawanishi says

“that is until ushijima starts questioning whether it’s right time to propose” tendou says pulling at his red locks

“that a future nurse trio problem” kawanishi says while sitting between two masterminds that brought the doctors together

“my plan was better than all four of yours, that’s all I know” goshiki says while stroking his nonexistent beard causing the other four matchmakers to turn their heads against the wall and lean against it in shame

“we’re never underestimating mini rock lee again” the shameful four sighs out

a/n: I'm sorry this is really late, but thank you for supporting this series and lmk what I should write next. I'm trying to write more before my university begins :))

[spiritclusters]

Thoughts On SPN Finale (Both Positive and Negative)

As a fair bit of warning here, this post is going to be a mix of both positives and negatives on the finale. I am happy to agree to disagree about this, okay? So no hate, pls. <3

After letting the finale sit on my mind for a week, spinning between frustration, tears and aching loss, I think I’m finally ready to say something about it. Honestly, with the way that the fandom has been kinda murderous the last few days, I haven’t been brave enough to take the heat yet. 

But yeah. Here we are. (This is both a mixed review of kind of 15.19 + 15.20)

Thank you for *giving me a meltdown so we could be here.

Firstly, from the standpoint of a fan, I was satisfied. Sam, Dean, and Cas were given rest. It wasn’t the rest that I’d wanted, but these characters that I have watched struggle with battle after battle for fifteen seasons (or eleven) were finally allowed to sit still and just be. No pressure on them to save the world, no one yanking strings; they are, for the first time in their lives, perfectly safe in a heaven controlled by their adoptive son. Ergo: an environment that will never, never try to backstab them. 

Cas wasn’t stuck in the Empty. Jack, who said that he’d be here and there, immediately went and rescued his angel father from the end. The duo can now be happily influencing creation for eternity to come. Cas can, at last, be happy, knowing that by raising Jack, he has atoned for everything. Heaven is fixed, the Winchesters are safe. Cas can rest. 

Jack is finally at peace with himself. He has no doubts about his character. He is happy. Jack has always wanted to be good, and he finally has the means to do it widespread. He is a balance of both light and dark with Amara, and he is finally capable of keeping his family and himself safe. Jack can rest. 

Sam got a family. Sam was able to be the one thing that he wanted when he was twenty-two: a family. A wife. (Of which I will fight for my dying breath that blurry woman in the background is Eileen.) Stability. The ability to step away from hunting. Sam was able to put himself first. Sam can rest. 

Dean was given peace. Dean has always had an incredible guilt complex about leaving hunting. He’s wanted to from as far back as season two, probably before, but he’s never been given a chance to stop. Chuck kept pulling him back in, over and over, because any peace that Dean had the chance to capture was taken from him. Dean was able to stop filling the void from Cas’s death and Jack’s disappearance by not having to hunt anymore. His death was bittersweet, but by being finally forced to stop hunting, Dean Winchester was finally able to rest. 

Am I happy that the only way the writers decided to give the characters rest was to kill them? No. But I understand that it was nessercary in the world of SPN that they move on. If they kept hunting, the show would have felt compelled to continue. I think we all knew that the finale was going to be one final sweep of the board to kill everyone.

I am deeply, deeply grateful for the effort that JA and JP put into the final showing of their characters. The performances were very alive and beautiful. I will forever be in awe of Dean’s death. The raw emotions between the two was absolutely gorgeous. I’m not a crier, and there have been very little scenes in SPN that have made me cry, but Cas’s goodbye and Dean and Sam’s were absolute beautiful. MC, JP, and JA gave their all into these characters write offs, and they were momentous. 

That said, from a writer’s stance, 15.19 and 15.20 were an absolute disaster. 

Random cameos that serve very little to the plot, fan services, and awkward conclusions that weren’t as well put together as I would have liked. Unconcluded dangling loose ends that can almost tear the entire season (series) apart because though we spent so much time building up to something--nothing of consequence really...happened. Yeah, Chuck destroyed creation, but Jack reversed uno’d that. That’s just the first one of many that comes to mind. 

I will say this only once and only once, but--a writer’s job is not to please the fans, it’s to tell a story. 

Yes, I’m happy that we got fan services, but I would have been happier if they had kind of...ignored us, and just told the story that they wanted to without fear of repercussions. As a wrap up to the series, I was deeply disappointed. Y’know what would have been better? (for all of s15, honestly, because s15 was a mess) Actually caring about growth and healing. If we had seen Sam recover from mental health issues (cage trauma, cough, cough), Dean recover from alcoholism + adjoining anger issues, and Cas manage to find healing from the loss of his family and the mistakes that he’s unwittingly stepped into. 

I guess, for me, I was hoping to see the boys + Cas actually...recover. For the writer’s to acknowledge the crap that they’ve put them through and see them to the end of it in life. Death is not healing, okay? Death is an escape for a writer to use as loophole. I know this firsthand. 

I also know, writer-wise, that angst and trauma are much easier to write and easier for an audience to follow, but I still. Frustration. 

And to those of you who might argue that Sam did heal--he...didn’t. Sam and Dean are soulmates. There is a connection that we cannot simply cannot understand or fathom there. (It is why, I believe, Dean made the deal for Sam in S2. It is almost physically impossible for them to live without each other.) Sam’s soul died when Dean’s went to heaven. What stayed on earth was little more than a grieving shell. 

Look guys, I’m not frustrated because of a lost ship. I’m not frustrated because the boys deserved better (even if they did), I’m flustered because we did. We deserved to see them heal and get better + move on from hunting while they were alive because that would have been incentive to always keep fighting. A promise that things do get better. For me, the ending didn’t feel like a promise to carry on it was just...disappointing. 

So yeah. Mixed feelings. I’m pretty sure I’m not the only non-destial (even though destial shipper’s feelings, like any other fan’s, are completely valid) shipper out there who wasn’t satisfied. I don’t know. I guess...after so long of watching these characters suffer, I wanted the peace to see them let go. For the ending to feel like a new beginning instead of the end. Still. I’m not going to go hate on CW, the directors, or cast. I’m still very, very grateful for the work they did put into the show. 

With that. 

Thank you Supernatural. Thank you Misha Collins, Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles for Castiel, Sam and Dean Winchester. You will forever hold a special place in my heart. <3 

[owlcityfan]

so i saw tros again

i decided to take notes while i watched so here ya go

*spoilers ahead*

opening sequence is great, it really sets up the film, we don't know what's in store but they give us some ideas. not sure i loved seeing palpatine or even palps being alive, would have been cooler if he was some kind of poltergeist-y sith demon, also, kylo was on mustafar? we ain't gonna talk about that? ok

skipping to rey and leia, first, i hate the leia scenes, they seem creepy and overdone and not genuine, anyway, why didn't rose go with the trio to pasana? why don't we see more of rose? why am i screaming? aaaaand more creepy leia speaking vaguely to rey

now KOR and kylo fixing his helmet *eyeroll* and now the first order finding out about a SPY!!!!! how utterly stupid and it's literally a plot line from a fANFIC!!!! WHY

the trio on pasana, rey looking at the children longingly always kills me, bc she ends up alone without ben, when the only thing she wanted was a family, this is BAD LUV!!!! "i don't have one yet (a family), i'm just rey," that's what she should have said

rey and kylo first force bond, LOVE IT

lando i guess? i mean i get it but i don't at the same time, i love lando tho so i'm not complaining

i don't really hate anything about pasana, just wish rose was there with them, feels weird and wrong, that's my only complaint

WHAT WAS THE REASON OF FINN WANTING TO TELL REY SOMETHING BEFORE THEY "DIED" WHAT WAS THE REASON!!!!!!! THEY NEVER ACTUALLY TOUCH ON IT AGAIN

ok i love poe and finn bantering, but we didn't get one ounce of real finnpoe interaction

how does 3p0 have more lines than rose? it makes my brain hurt

why didn't we get more of KOR? like? what the fuck?

rey senses kylo, she said "everyone shut the fuck up im thinking"

chewie getting captured makes so sense to me but yeah

why didnt the trio just leave? why didn't rey just tell them that kylo was coming and that they needed to gtfo? when does this film start making sense? chewie wouldn't have been captured!!!!

rey trying to pull back the ship should have been like foreshadowing to us finding out that rey actually killed her parents, but no, she ends up being related to palpatine? make it make sense pls

i love zorii but i could care less about her and poe's romantic history

rey in kylos bedroom, LOVE THAT

JODIE COMER AS REYS MOM IS KINDA PERFECT BUT REYS PARENTS ARE SUPPOSE TO BE SHITTY SO IDK HOW TO FEEL

the way they made hux the spy......the way i hate it so much, hux should have been our other main bad guy, the way hux only wanted to be a spy to destroy kylo, FUCKING PETTY AND STUPIDDDD

rey sweetie i'm so sorry

this scene could have been so powerful if kylo said "rey we aren't so different, i know you killed your parents, the darkness is already in you, just take my hand" BITCH WTF I SHOULD HAVE WROTE THIS MOVIE BUT ANYWAY!!!!

"everybody thinks that they know me, no one does" or "i killed my parents, its been haunting me ever since" SHE HAS DARKNESS JUST LIKE BEN!!!!! THIS WOULD HAVE BEEN A SERVE BUT JJ IS A FUCKING CLOWN AND COWARD

i loved jannah, would have love to see her with rose, but jj is a fucking idiot

finn not being able to let rey do things on her own is SUUUUPER annoying and why i kinda hate his character in this film, it's a year later, ITS CALLED CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT LUV!!!!!

the dark!rey with sharp teeth sends me, what the fuck is dis hunny

"the dark side is in our nature" loved this, if only she wasn't a palpatine and actually killed her parents, THE FLAVOR

ok rey and kylo fighting, i get it, leia calling out to her son bc he's "going to kill her" when that's not what he wants, he's deflecting all her strikes, wtf? rey implailing kylo mAKES NO SENSE!? SHE DOESNT WANNA KILL HIM EITHER? WHY DID SHE DO THAT!? she should have accidentally grazed his arm, then forced healed, wtf is this movie, i ask again (ok i did some digging on this scene and someone said that rey is metaphorically killing kylo ren, which yes i love this, but it still erks me)

rey, i guess metaphorically, redeemed kylo, he's ben now, she gave him life force, he should have lived after he brought back rey, AGAIN WTF (i'm so stupid you guys know this lol)

han and ben......IT MAKES ME SAD BUT HAPPY!! i loved this scene so much, he really looks like ben solo here, he's so confused but he knows that kylo is over with, he's ben now, rey gave him the light he needed, WTFFFHSJDJSKDKJS.... "dad...." "i know" HI IM CRYIBG LSKSKSKSKKS

DOMHNALL GLEESON SWEETIE IM SO SORRY THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU DESERVED YOUR CHARACTER WAS FANTASTIC THEY DID YOU SO DIRTY #justiceforhux

rey chucking the legacy saber into a fire and luke catching it saying hey wtf you can't do that that's so fucked up as if he didn't toss that mf over his shoulder in tlj, oh man jj really said fuck rian johnson, also leias lightsaber should have been bens, IMO

luke's x-wing just magically coming out of fucking nowhere? didn't he scrap the ship while on ach-to? hm...RIIIIIIIIGHT

chewie dead? nope. c3po memory wiped? nope. ben solo dead? yeah fuck that guy

at this point i've lost interest, i'm waiting for the reylo kiss

p*lps calling rey her granddaughter, i'm literally gonna barfffff

BEEEEEEEEEEEEN MY BABY BOOOOOYYYYY OHHH IM SUFFERING

i love him i love him i love him omfg he's so powerful and sexy, literally came to save rey without a lightsaber i love this MAN

The Shrug™

A DYAD IN THE FORCE, THEIR LIFE FORCE BOND, HELLO!!!???? AND BEN STILL DIES AND REY ENDS UP ALONE!? I CANT

ben being thrown like that by p*lp, i've never hated a villain more in my life

idk like i kinda hate that all the jedi from the past came to rey, when ben was RIGHT. FUCKING. THERE.

oh my fucking god i hate disney "i am all the sith" "and i am all the jedi"…"i am inevitable" "and i am iron man" CAN YOU COME UP WITH SOMETHING ELSE

finn sensing rey dying through the force, i want to die

ben.....crawling to rey....fuck it hurts to bad

he's been through hell hes so scared and sad i hate jj so much

the kiss......cinematic masterpiece, should have ended there, but here we are

again. REY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY, her lightsaber is cool tho

"im rey....rey skywalker" NOT YOU

YUP WORSE STAR WARS MOVIE EVER

[saxonspud]

Some scars are visible, others aren't. You carry a lot of scars. You also have a secret. If any of the O'Driscolls discover what it is, you're as good as dead. Living on a knife edge, everything changes when you're is captured in the Grizzlies by the Van Der Linde Gang.  you expect the same treatment from Dutch Van Der Linde as you would get from Colm O'Driscoll once they discover who you are. But Dutch Van Der Linde isn't Colm O'Driscoll. It might just be possible that the Van Der Linde gang can help heal those scars.

Chapter one - Not an O’Driscoll

You hated this damn mountain. It was freezing. You hated being cold with a passion, but the cold up here was different, biting. It seemed to seep into the very marrow of your bone.

You sighed, and headed towards your horse.

"Hey...Boy!"

You snapped your head round, to see Colm O'Driscolls eyes, boring into you.

You walked over to where he was sitting on his horse. He always seemed to have it in for you. If anything went wrong it seemed to be your fault. You had the bruises to prove it.

Many a time you'd thought about leaving, but you knew it was pointless. Once you were in, you were in. You'd seen what had happened to others, who'd decided they wanted out. It hadn't been pretty. Seems the only way to get out was when you were six feet under. Either by Colm's hand or by the law, or one of his other enemies.

He glared at you, "Kieran, why are you still here?" He hissed.

"W...Well one of the boys asked..." You began.

Colm grabbed you by coat, "How old are you boy?" He growled.

"S...Seventeen," you stuttered.

"Well, If you wanna see eighteen, I suggest you do what the fuck I tell you!"

He hit you sharply across the face twice. The cold making it hurt twice as much.

Then he shoved you backwards. Thankfully you managed to keep your footing, and ran quickly to your horse.

"Now fuck off and check the fucking trail!" He hissed.

You quickly mounted, and headed off out of camp. You guessed that he wanted to be off this mountain, just as much as you did. The storm had made most of the tracks and trails impassable. Each day he would send someone out to check. Being the newest, and the lowest in the pecking order, you mostly got the shit jobs. Anything that no one else wanted to do. You should have told the other fella to check his own horse. Rather than keep Colm waiting. Sometimes it was easier to tell some one yes, than put up with the consequences of telling 'em no.

You were pretty certain that checking the trail was still a futile effort. You could see by the dark colour of the sky and the depth of the snow that the track was still gonna be pretty impassable.

You also knew, when you came back with that news, everyone was gonna be pissed. No one liked being stuck in the mountain, especially not Colm. The longer you lingered here, the more grumpy and short tempered everyone became. Not good for you, as you seemed to be everyone else's punching bag.

As you rode along, you heard hoof beats behind you. You glanced around, hoping it wasn't Colm.

You were relieved when it wasn't, but not so relieved, when it wasn't one of his boys. The fact that the rider seemed to be chasing you, scared you more than a little. You kicked your horse on, urging it to go faster. As you glanced behind you again, you realised that the rider was chasing you.

You yelled back at him, "Leave me alone, what the hells wrong with you."

The next thing, you heard the sound of a lasso. Then it pulled tight around your arms pulling you of the back of your horse.

"Shit!" you grunted, as you hit the snow.

You managed to pull the lasso off of you, as you tried to scramble away. There wasn't a great deal of point, as your horse had spooked and it had galloped off.

You felt a hand on your back as the man pushed you down harshly. Your face in the snow. You panicked as you felt your hands being yanked behind your back, and a rope being tied around your wrists. Then another piece of rope binding your ankles.

"Pl..please don't hurt me," you whimpered.

The man didn't seem to care about your pleas.

He chucked you over his shoulder, then chucked you on his horse.

"Pl...please don't..." you begged, nervously.

"We're gonna go for a little ride!" He smirked.

He climbed onto his horse, and kicked it on.

"What's your name boy?"

"K...Kieran," you mumbled.

The man hummed, "Kieran what?"

"Duffy," you responded, "Kieran Duffy."

He chuckled, "Well I ain't gonna lie, this is a real bad day for you."

You grunted. He wasn't wrong. First you got on Colm's bad side, now you were being kidnapped. You knew you were gonna have a bruise on your face, from Colm's hand. You just hoped this trip was over soon, or you were gonna have some severely bruised ribs.

It took about half an hour before you arrived at your destination. By the time you came to a stop, your ribs were aching, and you felt like puking.

Your captor chucked you over his shoulder, and headed towards a cabin. As he approached, the door opened, and he tossed you to the ground. Rolling you over, he cut the ropes around your ankles and stood you up.

"You found the little shit, did ya!"

You looked up at the man who had just walked out of the cabin. You recognised his face immediately. You realised within seconds, how much deep shit you were in. Dutch Van Der Linde. Colm's arch nemesis.

You figured, that the man who'd caught you, was probably Arthur Morgan, known to be Dutch's right hand man. The same man, now hauled you to your feet.

"You want me to make him talk," he hissed.

"Oh no, now all we'll get is lies!" Dutch scoffed.

You watched as two more men came out of the cabin. You closed your eyes, trying to stop yourself from trembling. If they noticed, you hoped it was just because they thought you were cold.

Dutch turned to look at the two men who had emerged from the cabin.

"Uncle, Mr Williamson, tie this maggot up some place safe. We get him hungry first!"

The two men roughly grabbed hold of you.

"I got a saying my friend," Dutch began.

From the look on his face, you were anything but his friend.

"We shoot fellers as need shootin', save fellers as need savin' and feed fellers as need feedin'" he hesitated, "we're gonna find out what you need!"

You watched as he turned away, he held your life in his hands.

"I can't believe it, an O'Driscoll in my camp!" Dutch laughed.

You turned your head around, "I ain't an O'Driscoll!" You yelled.

Dutch rolled his eyes, "Whatever you say son!"

The two men manhandled you into a barn of sorts. They shoved you to the ground, next to a wooden upright, and tied you to the post.

You closed your eyes and sighed, shivering slightly. Not with fear as much now but with cold. You knew your days were numbered. If you didn't freeze to death, or if you weren't starved to death they would certainly kill you at some point. You just prayed they didn't find out who you really were. Colm and his boys hadn't which was probably why you were still alive. You were pretty sure, the way they were man handling you, it wouldn't take long for them to realise, unless you died first.

You pulled at the ropes around your wrist, but they were tied tight. The only thing you managed to do was chafe your wrists slightly. You decided that you would try and get some sleep, which wouldn't be easy, not being so cold, and uncomfortable.

After two days, despite being cold, tired, hungry and thirsty, you were still alive and in one piece.

You knew full well, if you had been Colm's prisoner, you would have been tortured within an inch of your life by now. The Van Der Linde gang, pretty much left you a lone, tied to a post. If it hadn't been for the gradual thaw, you may well have expired due to lack of water. It was so cold in the barn, there were Icicles on the inside. When it started to thaw, you were able to catch the drops of water melting on you tongue. Not a lot, but enough to keep you alive. You were weak though. You had never been as strong as the men in Colm's gang, and a few days without food had left you as week as a kitten.

When the two men, who had dragged you into the barn, and tied you up came in, you were certain that this was it. Instead, they dragged you out of the barn, and tossed you in the back of a wagon. It was a lot warmer and brighter, than when you had been put in the barn. You didn't say anything, but you guessed from the idle chit chat, that you were finally gonna get off this god-forsaken mountain.

How long you'd last, you didn't know, but you were grateful that you wouldn't freeze to death.

Being grateful, didn't last long. When you arrived at your next destination, you were bundled out the back of the wagon and tied to a tree.

At least in the mountain, you had been inside. Despite it being warm, you were still open to the elements. Well for now anyway.

You were surprised by the number of women in the camp. Colm had no women, except for the ones he used for his and his men's pleasure. They were usually kidnapped, used then killed, when they got bored of 'em.

Everyone just seemed to glare at you as they walked past. With the exception of two people. Both of those were women. One of them glared, and a couple of times, when she walked past had actually spat at you, and called you a murdering bastard. The other, didn't glare. She smiled once or twice. On one occasion, when no one was looking, she gave you a drink of water. If it hadn't been for her, then you would have had no water at all.

It didn't really stop the pains in your stomach, due to lack of food. You wondered how much more painful it would get, if you starved to death.

The approach of Arthur Morgan, made you think perhaps you wouldn't starve to death. The look in his eye said he was more likely gonna beat you to death.

He'd hardly said anything, when you saw Dutch Van Der Linde, striding over, with another man. You recognised him as one of the men who had tied you up in the barn.

"Seems like the cat has got our friends tongue, I thought perhaps Mr Williamson could have a word."

You glanced between the three men, trying to swallow. The lack of saliva in your now dry mouth, making it hard."

"You ready to talk boy?" Williamson growled.

You didn't say anything, you just shook your head.

Dutch looked at you angrily, then looked at Mr Williamson.

"Hurt him!"

You watched as Mr Williamson balled his hand into a fist, you screwed your eyes closed, waiting for the hit. Colm had hit you before, you guessed this wouldn't be much worse.

"Wait!" Dutch yelled, "lets just have a little fun...geld him!"

You closed your eyes, this was it, you felt the bile rise in your throat.

You felt hands grab your trousers and yank them down around your ankles. You screwed your eyes tight, cringing.

All three men let out a gasp.

"What the fuck!" Dutch exclaimed

"What sort of freak is he!" Williamson yelled.

Arthur rolled his eyes, "Its not a he, Bill! Its a she!"

"And none of you noticed!" Dutch chuckled.

"Please," you whimpered, "just get on with it."

A tear trickled down your cheek, no point putting up a brave front now.

You'd seen the women in Colm's camp, you knew what was coming next.

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11 QUESTIONS GAME THINGY

Tagged by the beautiful @s-lay-ing !! Thank you so much for tagging me and I hope you get to know me better through all these games! (I’m sorry if I missed one or two omg I’m gonna go check after this) and it was so fun! I really enjoy getting to know everyone a bit better and I hope you like my...eccentricities? This was so fun to do, and thanks again! 

Tagging: @wonuthewhale @healinghoshi @jisoosmeoli @jisoominghao and my new friend, @vitaminniedk !!! And of course anyone else who wants to do this because I would absolutely love to get to know you all better <3  

Here’s the thing: either you answer the questions I answered OR you answer the questions I made at the bottom, as simple as that. Then create another 11 questions IF you wish 😅

a8, here we go:

• What are your five favorite songs from your bias group? Seventeen: Mansae, Adore U, Very Nice, Pretty U, Healing & Smile Flower

• What are your five favorite songs (kpop) not from your bias group?

Bangtan’s Not TODaY

BlackPink’s As If It’s Your Last

Hey Mama – EXO CBX

Love Paint – Nu’est Cause that song is SO GOOD YALL ARE SLEEPING ON TALENT

BTS’ Lost

Honourable mentions: Twice’s TT CAUSE ITS SO CATCHY, Infinite’s The Eye (lord my first thoughts on Sungjong were “Yoon Jeonghan when he had blonde long hair”, Jin’s Awake.

• What are your five favorite non-kpop songs? oh goDDDD YOURE DIGGING UP MY PAST XDD

You just want ATTENTION YOU DON’T WANT MY LOVE – Charlie Puth’s Attention

Cake By The Ocean – DNCE ( I don’t know it’s just catchy leaf me alone)

Of course you can’t have Justin Bieber not here even though I don’t really like him himself XD – Cold Water

Jess Glynne’s Hold My Hand

Immortals – Fall Out boy

• Who is your bias and why do you like them?  LEE JIHOOOOOOOOON OH MY GOD okay.

I love baby because as much as I love all thirteen of my dorks, I can’t imagine having anyone else as my bias. Yes, I had stanning issues and I admittedly still do, Choi Seungcheol is still my main bias wrecker after lol what 11 months? You can’t just forget your first bias. Anyway, because. Lee Jihoon makes my heart so soft, every time he’s adorable, he doesn’t even have to try. He makes me so happy and he’s just such a hard working person and what is there he cannot do? Like what 5 instruments? Studied classical music? Dances like an adorable little fluff bumblebee BUT IS ACTUALLY OKAY BUT HIS BODY MIGHT BE SMALL BUT HIS CHARISMA IS NO JOKE AND YOU ARE NOT LIVING IF YOU HAVEN’T HEARD HIM RAP. He’s just so talented, I mean like violin with EDM and Jeonghan’s voice, he’s just such a genius. I have never heard so much music that I love and admire and appreciate so much and it just feels like a blessing to love him. I mean like you mean I get to love him? For free? Like there’s no catch? Are you kidding me? I still can’t believe he’s real and we get to love him. He’s just I just love him. I can’t really explain why, but I can tell you that as much as I do love all 13 of my sunshines, I can’t imagine not being Jihoon biased. As much as I am in danger of becoming Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and anyone else trashed, at the end of the day I still love Woozi the most. I hope that word vomit of fangirling made sense.

• What do you usually wear for winter/autumn/spring/summer? What’s your “style”? My style is “black.” Like actually, I wear a LOT OF BLACK AND yeah hoodies, jumpers, sweaters, pullovers, leggings and sometimes jeans, the like.

• For your bias group, what was your favorite hair style/era for each member? Seungcheol: hmmmm well I really liked the black hair he did during Caratland and the brown hair he had during Weekly Idol.

Hannie: fight me on this, but I think Jeonghan looks like a majestic gorgeous angel with any hair colour. I mean like okay Adore U Killed me so hard because WHAT THE HELL. HOW CAN HE BE SO DAMN PRETTY IM CRYING BRB MY HEART IS BLEEDING ok im back anyway I also really love the short brown/red hair he had like in between Going Seventeen and Al1 hold up let me get a photo to bless you all:

Josh: I NEED JOSH’S MANSAE HAIR BACK. NOT NECESSARILY FOREHEAD UP BUT LIKE FOREHEAD WOULD BE APPRECIATED BUT LOOK AT HIS FLUFFY ORANGE HAIR IN MANSAE DANCE PRACTICE I NEED THAT BACK AND ALSO JOSH WITH BROWN HAIR. I know im not stating eras LOL

Jun: honestly, like now? I really like his hair now. Junhui always just looks 1000103293%

Hosh: now as well? I really like him with black hair, he looks cute af LETS NOT FORGET THE BROWN HAIR TOO

Wonwoo: THE HAIR HE HAD AT CARATLAND. ADORE U CAUSE BLACK HAIRED WONWOO OH LOOOOOOOORDDDD AND HIM WITH GLASSES SUCH CUTE

OOJI: this is such a hard decision. Yes, I do miss his blonde small ponytail sticking out from 17 Project, but his PiNK FOREHEAD HAIR IN ADORE U IN THE SMALL OVAL GOOOODDDD and I also KASDHKASDHKASDHKASHDKJASDH HIM WITH BROWN HAIR YALL IM FANGIRLING SO HARD LIKE IM WAVING MY HANDS AS IF SOMEONES WATCHING ME OKAY LEE JIHOON DURING THE ASIAN ARTIST AWARDS AND HIM WITH THE BROWN HAIR AND THE FRINGE I HOPE YOU KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT

DK: his Adore U hair. Thank you.

Mingyu: ok Mingyu was my second bias after Seungcheol and tbh Seungcheol wasn’t my bias for long but it feels like it was long because I died a lot because of him and not just at the time he was my bias like for example, last night when It was revealed HIS HAIR IS SILVER WYD SEUNGCHEOL anyway but the Mansae era ^tm goD THAT WAS A BLESSING and him with brown hair is really cute too but I also really like him with black hair heck basically almost everything

The8: tbh like now? I didn’t really like his metallic greeny silver hair he had near Adore U and his ramen head wasn’t the best XD but lord MINGHAO IS KILLING ME THESE COUPLE ERAS

Seungkwan: THE FREAKING UM ROSE GOLD WHY DID PLEDIS NOT KEEP THAT LIKE ACTUALLY OH MY GOD THE FIRST CRAZY IN LOVE STAGE ASDHSKJADHSKJDH IM SO PISSED PLEDIS DIDN’T KEEP THAT

Vernon: hiS BLACKKKKKKK OR THE Q & A MV HAIR ALSDHASDKJAS

Dino: now. He looks so damn good and I can’t say I miss his astro boy hair back in Mansae XD

• How did you “discover” kpop and how did you discover vixx? OK SO IT WAS A FATEFUL AUGUST 25TH 2016! A THURSDAY AFTERNOON AFTER SCHOOL! I hopped onto my computer after school. So like theres this Korean girl group at my school that walks around sometimes singing songs or just yelling at each other in Korean XD and at first I was like …kpop? DON’T KILL ME FOR THIS BUT LETS BE REAL EVERYONES FIRST THOUGHT ON KPOP IS GANGNAM STYLE. And so since I do like watching choreography very much, I searched on YouTube, hardest kpop dances. One of the videos there showed Mansae hide ver. Of the dance practice and I was like oh this looks nice and its catchy too *makes mental note to youtube that later* *youtubes it* it starts to play the MV and I was like is this song I was looking for? And then I got to the chorus and I’m just like ALSDHJLASDKJLSKAJKLJ and I BASICALLY CRASHED INTO THE FANDOM OVERNIGHT AND IT WAS SO FUN BECAUSE I GOT TO SLOWLY DROWN MYSELF IN EVERY MEMBER LOL and Vixx? Uhhh I just heard about them somewhere XD but Shangri-la sounds really nice, it sounds like Chinese music but it’s in Korean, I like it. • What does your phone case look like? Fun fact about me: I actually don’t have a phone case. My parents are the type to not spend money on “useless things” and a phone case is one of them (well for me anyway) and I have a vintage iPhone 4S, and all the cases that I do have are from my relatives or something and I don’t like the cases XD there’s this one black one that I would use except I can’t turn it off cause the off button part of the case is really hard. So yeah! No phone case and it makes it even thicker ._. oh yeah I lost my phone lmao

• Do you normally browse Tumblr on your phone or on pc? PC. Depends if my phone/tab has been confiscated or not tbh XD but normally PC so I can save photos and it’s a lot faster.

• How are you doing? Got any plans for the day/night? eh. Alright I guess, tonight all I have to do is practise piano and because I just started school again, there’s no homework~~~

Now, my questions:

1_ a girl group choreo you’d love to see a boy group do

Tbh I don’t watch girl group choreo (NOTE: I HAVE NOTHING AGAINST GIRL GROUPS AND THEIR CHOREO I JUST DON’T WATCH IT FOR SOME REASON BUT I LIKE BLACKPINK AND YEAH) I’d like to see Seventeen dance to Boombayah XD THAT HAIR SWINGING HAHAHAHA I WANT JEONGHAN DOING THE HAIR SWINGING THING 2_ a boy group choreo you’d love to see a girl group do

Any girl group dance to Mansae pls and thank you 3_ sm, jype, yg and pledis do a world tour individually and set up their concerts on the same day, different venues obviously: which one would you attend? (as in smtown, happy pledis etc)

Definitely Pledis. Actually tbh its not Seventeen I won’t go, cause I only stan one group and wouldn’t spend money on a concert showing a group I don’t stan. 4_ a kpop song that is a guilty pleasure for you? Uhhh tbh I don’t really have any guilty pleasures in kpop, but I mean like I guess TT? Even though I wouldn’t feel guilty listening to that? 5_ a dream kpop x western artist collab? …I would like to see Seventeen collab with one of their idols :D 6_ monster/lucky one or lotto? Pretty u or very nice? Beautiful or shine forever? (Repackage edition B) )

I haven’t heard Lucky so I’m going with Lotto. WHY ARE YOU ALL SO MEAN HOW COULD YOU MAKE ME PICK BETWEEN PRETTY U AND AJU NICE kahsdkjsh …lord this is so hard- pass. I haven’t heard Shine Forever, so Beautiful. 7_ what’s the sickest you’ve attended school/uni/work etc?

Sickest? Uh I have been sick enough to stay home but I went to school because I’m a responsible girl who takes schoolwork seriously. Or was it cause it was exam period lol. 8_ adore u or shining diamond? mansae or rock? pretty u or chuck? very nice or healing? boom boom or smile flower? don’t wanna cry or crazy in love? (I’m running out of questions 😂)

Adore U, Mansae, Pretty U, Healing, Smile Flower, Don’t Wanna Cry. (that was s ohard omG) 9_ are you some sort of patriotic? (Not the “fuck the rest of the world we’re number one and we’ve never done anything wrong” kind, but idk, do you identify with your country? its customs, traditions etc?)

…I don’t even know what patriotic means omg I feel uneducated. Ahh…um no not really XD 10_ have you watched studio ghibli movies? If so, which one is your favorite?

I watched Spirited Away when I was very young I think and I watched it in Japanese with Chinese sub which I cannot read ._. 11_ if I traveled to your country, which places would you recommend me to visit?

…honestly there’s nothing that good in Australia XDD but I guess if you like steak, go for it? And the Gold Coast and we have a couple theme parks, Sydney Opera House I guess? To see where seventeen SHOT THEIR HEALING MV AKSDHASKJDH and Luna Park? Tbh I haven’t been that much around Australia I am a crap tour guide I apologise sincerely.