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therealvalkyrie · 4 years ago

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Through the Mirror: Part 1

my body, my music

Pairing/setting: Detective!Levi Ackerman x Female!Ghost!Reader, modern!AU within the Walls

Summary: When you’re murdered one Tuesday morning, can Levi piece together the true circumstances of your death with your help from beyond the grave?

Word Count: 2.6k

Warnings: dead body, descriptions of blood, swearing, mentions of violence

AN: Welcome to my new series because I have no self control and can’t finish projects before starting others! Lemme just start off by saying updates may come pretty irregularly because I do have a lot of other WIPs to work on, but! I’m really excited about this idea and have a whole lot planned:) I seriously hope you enjoy. After all, who doesn’t love a good murder mystery? Drop into my DMs/askbox/comments/reblogs to let me know what you think! Be kind to yourselves and others. ~valkyrie

“Ah, shit! Hello!? I’m standing right here!”

The woman completely ignores you, stepping carefully over the puddle of blood and across your tiny living room. You cross your arms and pout. She ignores that, too.

“‘Scuse me, boys, let the experts take it from here,” she quips, gently pushing past the two detectives and crouching next to your body on the ground.

It’s ugly, but she’s probably seen worse, you muse from where you’re leaning against the door jamb. It’s only been lying there for a couple of hours, so at least you haven’t bloated to something out of an NCIS episode. Must smell horrid, though, judging by the mask the head detective has pulled over his face.

“So, you said the landlady called at about 7 am?” the ME inquires, cocking her head up to look at the detectives, nylon gloved hands held at the ready.

“7:07 exactly. Said a neighbor made a noise complaint, she came up to check it out, found signs of a forced entry, and called us.” It’s the taller blonde who speaks up, reading from an off-brand pocket notepad in his left hand. The kind you’d find on sale at Staples after Back-to-School season.

Interesting. You lean your head against the wall, eyes trained on the trio. You’d pegged the ill-tempered shorter one as in charge. Maybe he’s just the quiet type.

“Hmm, alright. Moblit, get off your ass and come take the pictures before we move her,” the woman calls to someone behind you, and you turn just in time to get a face full of Moblit’s chest as he walks towards you.

You cringe back with a “God, seriously?” to no response.

“Yes, sorry, right away, Hange!” Moblit hurries past- no, through -you, sidestepping the ottoman and the blood. It feels weird, like a strong wind, but not altogether unpleasant to have someone walk through you, you suppose. You look down at your chest to watch your misty body re-settle into itself before looking back at the group in your living room.

Were it not for the gruesome accents of blood flecked up the walls and your body riddled with stab wounds, you’d chuckle at how all four of them struggled to navigate the space. It’s cramped enough when it’s just you, fitting only a couch, a chair, a coffee table, your fern (Boris), and a narrow IKEA bookshelf. With the four of them plus a dead body, it’s like watching a freaking clown car.

“Sorry, excuse me, Captain, oh, was that your toe—?” Moblit’s struggling the most, having to move to capture different angles with his bulky camera. When he steps on the shorter man’s toe, he positively blanches, fumbling over himself to apologize while the ME laughs openly.

“God, alright, just,” the Captain pinches his delicate nose between a thumb and forefinger, then decides it’s better to wait in the kitchen. “C’mon, Gin, let’s chat in there.”

The Captain and the blonde detective both pass through you on the way back to the kitchen, but you only sigh and shake the tingly feeling of being incorporeal out of your fingers before following them.

“So,” the man called Gin takes the initiative, flipping back through his notebook and standing by the fridge. “I got statements from the landlady and two of the neighbors, numbers 303 and 304 down the hall. 301, directly across the hall, didn’t answer, but I got contact info from the landlady.” He pauses to read and scratch at his whiskery beard. “It was 304 who made the noise complaint, said she heard yelling this morning at around 5:45, and that she normally wouldn’t’ve said anything but it was, quote, the fourth goddamn time this week and I work the goddamn night shift, I deserve some fucking rest, unquote.”

You grin. Mrs. Sheffield was never one to mince words, something you appreciated when your ex-boyfriend got too loud and she took it upon herself to give him a piece of her mind. You catch a glimmer of a smile on the ornery Captain’s face above where he’s pulled his mask down before he gestures for Gin to keep going, keeping his thoughtful gaze fixed on the floor and his back against your countertop.

“Then after she called the landlady, she went to bed, only to be woken by us two hours later.”

“You said she called the landlady at 5:45 and that she works the night shift?”

Gin double checks his notes. “That’s right.”

“And she works at the hospital?”

“Yes, as a scrub nurse on the night shift.”

“But the night shift at the hospital ends at 6:30.”

“It was her night off,” you and Gin say at the same time before you catch yourself. They can’t hear you, anyway. This’d be a lot easier if they could.

Gin plows ahead. “But she says she keeps the same sleep schedule so she doesn’t, ah, fuck up her circadian rhythm.”

The Captain practically snorts at this, itching for a second under his silk cravat (can someone say pretentious) before settling back into a listening silence.

“303 says he didn’t hear a thing. College kid, looked exhausted. Said he was asleep the whole night after he got in at,” a page flip, “11 o’clock last night. Wasn’t much help, but looked genuinely upset when we told him about the murder. Wanted to know if there was anything he could do. Oh, but he did, uh, hang on,” more page flips, “He did tell us that he heard her and her boyfriend arguing a lot. Which is consistent with what Mrs. Sheffield told us.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” you correct into thin air.

“A lover’s spat gone wrong, then,” Mr. Pretentious Captain muses. You huff in annoyance. A lover’s spat. If that’s all that this is written off as you’ll have some serious PD haunting to do. Chris may have been an angry, loud, disruptive manipulator, but he wouldn’t murder you. He didn’t murder you. “Any info on the whereabouts of the boyfriend?”

“Ex-boyf—!”

Blondie cuts you off, “Not currently, but we do have a name: Chris Henderson, works in admin down at the University. Lives across town closer to the Bridge.”

“Send some uniforms to bring him in for questioning. No arrests yet, tell ‘em to keep it friendly.”

“Right, I’ll put Dreyse and Bodt on it.”

“Dreyse, really?” Captain Cravat gives Gin an incredulous look.

“Hey, she may look like a ditz but she gets the job done. And she might get him to let down his guard,” Gin argues, grinning.

“Fine. I’ll meet them at the station, you stay here and make sure that mousy-haired dunce doesn’t fuck up my crime scene.”

“Hey, who’re you callin’ mousy-haired, short stack?” Hange actually sticks her whole head through yours this time, to butt into the conversation, and you shriek and jump away to the other side of your tiny kitchen, now sandwiched between Blondie and Shortstack. The latter twitches and swats at the air by his ear, as though to dislodge a fly, narrowly missing yours. You give him a weird look then turn back to listen to the ME. She’s leaning into the kitchen at an alarming angle, one hand on the doorframe and the other on the end of the gurney you assume is carrying your body. You shudder at the thought of being toted around in a dark, musty, humid glorified coat bag. Ugh.

“—takin’ this baby”-she slaps the gurney twice and you flinch-“back so I can get started on the autopsy, Moblit’s staying to take more pictures and collect forensics. If Eld’s stayin’ here with Mob, does that mean you’re catching a ride with me, Levi?” The question is addressed to Captain Grump on your right, who gives a heavy sigh and pushes off the counter.

“I guess so. I get to choose music though.”

“Ah, ah, ah,” she’s wagging a finger, grinning. “My body, my music!”

“How about my body, my music?” you suggest, following Levi. “I deserve it after the day I’ve had.”

Again, Levi twitches and swats aggressively by his ear, nearly hitting you full in the face this time.

“You hear that, Gin? This place got a mosquito problem or something?”

“I do not have a mosquito problem!” and “No, sir, I don’t hear anything.” overlap in the air.

Captain Levi only grunts, then starts spouting instructions, which Gin notes down. “I want footage from any cameras in the building, and from the shops next door and across the street. I want statements from residents both upstairs and downstairs. I want names, addresses, and numbers of next of kin on my desk by noon, and lastly, I want no one, save for myself, you, shitty glasses, and mousy-hair, in or out of this apartment. Are we clear?”

“Crystal clear, sir.”

“Good. I’m leaving you Braus to help and to show her the ropes of this kind of thing. Even though she’s on the case, she will not set foot in this apartment. I don’t trust her not to leave breadcrumbs in the bloodstains.

“Yes, sir.”

“I expect an in-person report before shift-change this evening. See you then.” Then, he’s sweeping out of the kitchen in pursuit of Hange and the gurney, leaving you to scurry after. As you exit your home, he shoots a young auburn-haired woman in a crisp white blouse and wool slacks a look. “Braus. You’re with Gin. Don’t go in the apartment.”

She straightens up from leaning against the wall with a jolt and brushes croissant crumbs off her front. “Yes, Captain Levi, sir!” It’s slightly muffled by the pastry stuffed into her mouth.

“Tch.”

It’s fascinating watching how Levi and Hange manage to navigate the gurney down the narrow, twisting stairs of your walk-up apartment building. They’re both clearly used to this sort of thing, communicating only in short phrases and grunts when they encounter an obstacle. Occasionally, you offer up a pointer and watch as Levi becomes increasingly irritated.

“Watch out for Mr. Laslow’s cat, he likes to sneak up on ya!”

“Hange, do you hear— shit!” Levi hops to the side, narrowly avoiding the tabby tail as Tubbins McGee whisks past.

“It’s only a cat, Levi, dunno what’s got you so worked up today,” Hange teases, grin echoing your own as you chortle from the landing above them.

Eventually, they spill out onto the sidewalk and into the bright mid-day, and Hange groans loudly, stretching with both hands on her back.

“Ugh. Remind me not to die in there, I’d hate to put someone else through that.”

“Boof, tell me about it,” you commiserate.

“Noted,” Levi snarks.

Hange removes jingling keys from her pocket and unlocks the ME’s van parked along the sidewalk with a beep, then opens the back doors and steps in. You follow, leaning against the cool metal siding to watch.

When they both load into the front seats and the engine turns over, you lean forward between them to listen in.

“So,” Hange starts, smoothly pulling out into the road behind a silver minivan. “I’ll be able to give you a more solid answer in a couple hours, but my initial estimated time of death would be around 5:45 this morning.”

Levi nods, staring out the passenger window while he answers. “That lines up with the neighbor’s story.”

“Theories so far?”

“Well, there’s the boyfriend,” he muses, lifting a hand to rub his chin.

“Too obvious,” you say dully, not bothering to amend the lack of “ex” yet again. “Next theory.”

He’s quiet for a moment, then mutter, almost too quietly for you to catch: “Too obvious, hmm? Next theory....”

You’re momentarily flabbergasted, hand falling through the faux-leather seat back in your shock. Can he actually hear you? You shake out your hand while it re-materializes, tuning in to the conversation as Hange’s responding.

“—a little far-fetched, don’t you think? I mean, has there been any of that activity in this area recently?”

“Mm, I’ll have to touch base with Petra. If there has been, I think it’s worth looking into.”

“What is? Wait, go back,” you frantically plead, leaning further into his airspace. But Hange plows on.

“Oh, it’s Petra, now, hmm? Not Raggedy Anne anymore?” Her tone is teasing, and she glances over to Levi for a reaction.

He doesn’t give her one, just stares out the window pensively before reaching for the radio dial. The stereo blares up into an Oldies station, and you make a disgusted face along with Levi.

“You listen to this shit?”

“Hey, my dead body, my music, sweetcheeks. Don’t like it, you can thumb it back to the PD.”

“How about my dead body, my music?” you suggest again, reaching for the dial at the same time as Levi does. Just as his slender fingers touch it, your hand passes through the whole front console and the oldies are replaced with a terrifyingly loud static screeching.

“Christ, Levi, what’d you do?” Hange shrieks, lunging forward to punch the radio off as you remove your hand.

“Nothing! It just went berserk!”

They bicker while you stare at your offending palm. “Huh. Didn’t know I could do that.”

If you can actually interact with objects, at least to some degree, and if it turns out Levi can hear you.... This whole thing might be easier than you thought.

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johannesviii · 4 years ago

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So I guess I’m hyperfixating on Death Stranding at the moment

And since I’ve finally finished the story after playing it for like 100 hours over the course of seven months or so I guess I have Opinions(tm) about things I didn’t like in the game

They’re eating at my brain so I’m gonna put them all in a single post to get them out of my system once and for all so I can enjoy the rest in peace

Spoilers, obviously

Hi welcome back to ‘Johannes is obsessing over yet another video game with horror elements in it’! I guess!!

Our latest entry in that category was Until Dawn but since UD can be played in like 6/7 hours and I spent 100 hours of my life on DS, as you can guess we’re talking about a full-blown hyperfixation, the kind that physically hurts because I can’t focus on anything else even after having finished the storyline

But it was super gradual. Again, seven months. I barely made any progress from December to May because I was only doing side-deliveries at the beginning of Chapter 3 instead of... you know... advancing the plot. It became an honest-to-god special interest about two months ago, then 6 days ago while playing chapter 10 it reached hyperfixation levels and now I am in PAIN

I hate my brain

Anyhow

At first I wanted to list the good and the bad hings in it but there’s too many good things to list them all in full, excruciatingly long details, so

Very Quick And Very Incomplete List Of Good Things That I Love

It’s a post-apo game based on travel, logistics, and good will, and it straight up goes AGAINST the whole ‘survival of the fittest’ trope that SO MANY post-apo things try to push!! YES

I insist but it’s built on helping each other and keeping everyone alive, seriously that is my shit right there!

The online community is wholesome?? People leave stuff everywhere, you never see anyone but people put little helpful signs and send you likes, and in my game we almost managed to repair all the roads together

There’s so many new & strange allergies and disabilities and phobias in this post-apo world and? nobody is trying to ““fix”“ anyone?? Like Heartman with his padded floor and his little box that brings him back to life constantly. He’s just... living like that. Nobody’s going “hey maybe you should get another heart operation buddy”

The hero and his phobia of being touched. I. Loved. That. The quiet scenes when he was just talking with Fragile, sitting next to her. In any other context this would just be two people sitting next to each other and talking but it always feels so soft and intimate everytime he allows another human being to just. be next to him. I love it. I love them

Everyone crying constantly because of chiral allergy!!

I loved all the important characters bar one (Bridget/Amelie)!

Why is this walking simulator so enjoyable why am I enjoying the fact that holding L2 + R2 while walking feels like holding your backpack and that you have to relax at times just like you’d have to if you were actually holding a backpack

Seriously. Why

The atmosphere was so great, the music was fantastic and the visuals were on point. A E S T H E T I C

The ghosts!! The giant Beached Things!!! Chiral crystals look! like! creepy hands reaching for the SKY!!

THE RAIN DESTROYS THINGS AND KILLS PEOPLE BY ACCELERATING TIME THIS IS SO COOL SHUT UP

Everytime the game got surreal it was electrifying

THE SURREAL WAR SCENES ON CLIFF’S BEACH

Everyone is using emojis

There’s guys addicted to delivering packages in that game and they’re trying to steal our stuff and we’re like “haha they’re dumb” but we’re basically addicted to delivering packages as the player. So yeah that was pretty fun

Terrorists thinking humanity isn’t going extinct fast enough and wanting to just rip the bandaid and speed things up. Simple but effective concept

People ask for SUPER VITAL ITEMS right next to completely trivial stuff and I’m LIVING for it. “Please fetch my toy dinosaur”. I feel you dude

The most isolated characters are like "LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT THIS THING I LIKE" in your emails because they haven't had contact with other humans in years, it's super relatable

There’s a farm where people use the fact that Timefall rain accelerates time to grow food super quickly in one (1) Timefall and harvest everything just before it starts to die and I LOVE that detail of worldbuilding so much

YOU’RE FIGHTING BEACHED THINGS WITH YOUR OWN BODILY FLUIDS IT’S SO STUPID BUT ALSO SO COOL?? I love yeet-ing my own blood at eldritch entities

THE T W I S T S

All the fanservice (bar one detail that I’m gonna complain about later) is on dudes. This game reeeeeeally likes to show dudes naked or somewhat naked. Mostly the main character but this mocap also L O V E S Mads Mikkelsen and there’s a shit ton of homoerotic shots in there

I love Sam the antisocial papa wolf delivery man and if someone touches him or his baby again, I will cry

LOU. LOU LOU LOU PRECIOUS BABY I’D DIE FOR YOU. Wait I did

I love Fragile and how brave she is and how she keeps helping people even if most of them wrongly think she’s a terrorist and yes I will eat this cryptobiote thank you

I love soft science boi Heartman who keeps dying again and again and is a bit too much interested in bodily fluids

I love garbage man Higgs and how complex, funny and still somewhat tragic this memelord actually turned out to be in the end

Seriously I want to stop fixating on this character but you can’t give me YET ANOTHER character who wants to die but at the hands of someone else, that is unfair to do that right after my fixation on the new Doctor Who Master

So yeah Higgs is yet another character who makes me want to grab him by the lapels and shake him and yell WHY! ARE! YOU! LIKE! THIS! STOP! BEING! LIKE! THIS!!

Cliff broke all three of my feelings beautifully and in excruciatingly well-acted scenes that transcended the sometimes lackluster dialogue

John made me cry during That Scene

Mama your background was tragic and terrifying and you didn’t deserve any of this shit and I love you

Deadman was more funny than anything, really, but I still liked him even if he had no sense of personal space whatsoever and it clashed horribly with Sam’s phobias

The ending had some sad parts but was mostly positive, thank goodness

Now I’m gonna explain things I dislike and this looks long but it’s actually only 5 main things so I bolded them to avoid confusion

Things I really disliked (and could have been handled wayyyy better)

We all know it but Kojima isn’t a master of subtlety and some parts of the dialogue kept repeating the same informations again and again AND AGAIN and I was like “ok ok I get it”

The dialogue can be so bad at times seriously

Kojima is a bad writer there I said it

It was particularly annoying with Amelie/Bridget and the fact she’s a horrible person trying (and failing) to justify her actions wasn’t helping

Bridges protocols are incredibly intrusive. All of them. I know it’s framed as bad and Sam hates being spied on all the time and in the end he destroys the device that does that, but I wish someone else would openly criticise it in-game

I guess Deadman sort of did but still

Also I know the whole BB technology was Bridget’s idea, and since she’s the actual villain it’s framed as a twisted, evil thing during the ending, but I wish that had been framed like that much earlier ; a lot of Bridges employees just... seem to accept the idea that their employer is using premature babies and their dead mothers as useful, if disturbing, devices. They seem to justify it by “uh we stole that technology from terrorists” to try to cope with the idea but... yeah.

I mean, one of the points being made very early on is that Sam sees his BB as his child who must be protected at all costs instead of a detection device, but I really wish he wasn’t the only one to object to that thing

Again, the game DOES frame "using babies and their dead mothers as tools” as evil and twisted, I just wish it was given a lot more weight and way sooner

Now let’s talk about the Token Straight(tm) in this game

In any other kind of context it would be a joke! But Death Stranding literally has a Token Straight Guy!

I mean, there IS a few hetero couples among the Preppers. Not a lot, mind you. Like, there’s the Montaineer and his wife for instance. But they’re just there and it’s not what their side plot is about

No I’m talking about this piece of shit right there

This f█cking Junk Dealer guy complains the girl he loves is dead because of Bridges and emotionally blackmails us by sending us old holograms of her before her supposed death (somewhat disturbing holograms too because she looks... pretty young in them), then he sends us on what’s essentially a suicide mission in a BT infested zone, THEN when we give him proof she’s still alive and living in another bunker nearby, he won’t go there himself to check??

But SHE’s like “ok, bring me to him, then!”

He doesn’t deserve you, girl

I’ve already seen several people pointing out that carrying a woman as cargo on your back is... debatable at best and sexist at worst, but that part didn’t really bother me to be honest? She asked to be carried to him and it’s her choice. She was talking to us the entire way too, so that made things a lot less awkward. Also Sam has this phobia of being touched by other people so I bet carrying another human being on his back isn’t fun for him. It was also super stressful to do, to be honest.

And then there’s this EXTREMELY AWKWARD scene when they’re reunited and decide to get married, and thankfully Sam finds it just as awkward as we do because he’s standing super far away from the bunker in a “can’t they talk about this later - I’m right there” way. And I’m under the impression it was intended as cringy, in a “yeppp young people in love are Like That” sort of way, so I can accept that, to be honest. If you don’t take that scene seriously, it’s pretty fun in, again, a cringy sort of way

BUT

Then you receive more emails later and this piece of shit guy complains about her and he’s like “ugh WOMEN” or “marriage is the worst” and they end up divorced in record time and she goes back to her bunker

Which isn’t my problem with this subplot either, I promise I’m gonna explain myself eventually but this context is important. It’s okay to have characters who are pieces of shit like this guy who reeks of incel cologne. It’s alright. Not every character has to be a role-model. It’s good to have characters you can hate.

BUT THEN they get back together later to try to patch things up and you learn he was part of a gang who murdered her parents even though he protected her against the rest of the gang and that’s what I hated about that storyline. I guess if you squint it can be read as “this woman is making REALLY BAD life choices” but I read it as “he saved her so she owes him something, he can’t be entirely bad” and y i k e s this left such a bad taste in my mouth, good lord.

But yeah miss Chiral Artist you’re making really bad life choices please get away from this dude as soon as you can, thank you

Also don’t do this ‘sending Likes’ pose ever again, it was hilarious but also you made me use the word “cringy” several times in this paragraph even though I absolutely hate cringe culture, look what you made me do

Now I have to talk about a scene that was intentionally disturbing as hell but ONE (1) detail in it was disturbing for the wrong reasons

To be honest, I really don’t like the Metal Gear Solid games and one of the reasons is the rampant sexism in them so I... was kind of bracing myself for Death Stranding and expecting it to have at least SOME really bad fanservice with a woman at one point or another but to my surprise?? There was none? All the fanservice is on dudes??? Hello? I really liked that (well at some point Fragile takes a shower in our room but we see literally nothing except her shoulder and then Sam looks away)?? What a refreshing change

THAT BEING SAID

And if you played the game you know exactly what I’m about to talk about

Yep this is the part where Johannes complains about how the bomb flashback was shot

Ok so I guess I should also give some context in case someone is reading this but hasn’t played the game, but the deal with this scene is that our friend Fragile was betrayed by her colleague Higgs who used to be a porter but became a terrorist after meeting the “main“ villain of the game. First he secretly put a thermonuclear bomb in one of her deliveries so she’d nuke an entire city without even knowing it, and everyone after that thought she was a terrorist. And then he tried to do that shit A SECOND TIME, but she noticed and decided to toss the second nuke into a bottomless lake of tar. But he caught her just before she reached the lake and he decided to give her a sadistic choice, which was “teleport away and the bomb stays there and nukes the city, or carry it to the lake but only in your underwear under this rain that speeds up time and it will do enormous damage to your health and your body”

And of course being the hero she is, she decides to take the second option

And it’s an incredibly disturbing scene and it’s genuinely hard to watch

But it’s also the ONLY time a woman is in her underwear in this entire game and there’s A COUPLE of shots that were male-gaze-y at the beginning before she started to run and the really horrific part started.

So in a way I guess it could have been worse? way worse, even

But it still tarnishes an otherwise disturbing (and harrowing at times ; seriously I know I’m oversensitive but it was physically painful to watch) scene with unnecessary shots

We know Fragile had a young body before this happened, this isn’t the point of this scene, guys

Whoever decided to keep these shots (probably Kojima let’s face it), that is bad and you should feel bad

Idk how to do a visual transition for that next one because I do not want to screen that memo

So here’s a screenshot with a nice landscape instead

tw: acephobia

Now I have to talk about something I like the GENERAL IDEA of, but not how the IN-GAME MATERIAL ABOUT IT was written

Because I have to talk about that “asexual world” memo

First I have to say that I absolutely love the fact that a mainstream game openly says in-game “this future is full of asexual people" and?? it’s just that, it’s a part of this world. That’s just how things are. It’s normalised. I love it. For crying out loud this memo has the word demisexual in it. I can’t think of any other mainstream game that had this word in it so far.

It should have stopped there and let me enjoy that in peace but it didn’t

THE MEMO ITSELF WAS CLEARLY WRITTEN BY SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THESE CONCEPTS and there’s some really bad stuff there. I’d say it’s accidental acephobia but it’s still there. I’m not the best person to talk about this because I’m bi, but it still rubbed me the wrong way

The words this memo uses near the beginning are “"sexless lifestyle” among young people” and yikes, my dude. “Lifestyle”, uh? Really?

And then it goes on about how these new labels were already more and more common “among young people before the Death Stranding” and it also rubs me the wrong way, in a “wow young people and their weird labels lol” sort of queerphobic way?

However I’ve seen a post pointing out that the line “One theory posits that the Stranding accelerated the proliferation of these sexualities” was maybe a way of saying ‘yo asexuals are causing the end of the world’ but... I don’t see it, tbh? In the context of the game, society is extremely divided and a lot of people live in complete isolation and social norms have heavily shifted and it’s kind of normal that there’s queer people visible everywhere now, aces included obviously, because nobody’s bothering to hide it anymore. It’s a post-apocalyptic world! People are just being themselves! A lot of characters also seem to be bi/pan! They’re just vibing ok

At least that’s how I read that part, I can understand if someone had a problem with that bit but I didn’t

BUT! THAT’S NOT ALL because the memo concludes (I’m paraphrasing) “the birth rate has dropped, which might be a problem, but harassment and assault have also dropped, which is good, so idk it’s 50/50″ and. like. I get the intention. But it’s clumsy as hell and very bad. Please don’t confuse abuse of power and attraction. They don’t go hand in hand. Don’t do that. Please. And you know that aces can have kids if they want to, right. Come on. It’s 2020 my dude. This shit is harmful

Also. Like. It’s the end of the world in this game. People don’t want kids. It... has nothing to do with aces. Reality itself is crashing down. People are reluctant to have kids because reality.exe might f█cking crash down at any given moment!

Or a Beached Thing could VoidOut their city!

Or someone might send them a nuke, not naming names!!

Anyway!!!

It’s really badly written and whoever wrote it should educate themselves and maybe get an ace to re-read their stuff next time??

Again I’m not the right person to talk about acephobia and I bet an actual ace would have plenty more to say about this

Thankfully it’s a memo written in-game by a random Bridges councellor and NOT by any important character that we actually know

"I must preempt myself by admitting that I do not have any empirical data" yeah so, f█ck off maybe

So I’m just gonna call that guy “another piece of shit character” but it still doesn’t excuse the fact that the memo was written by someone who thought it was a good idea to put it in the game

Just let me enjoy my super queer post-apo world in peace and don’t write shit like that in your game thank you and goodbye

Minor stuff I also disliked but it wasn’t as awful

I get that Sam is upset at the end because Lou is dying but the way he said goodbye to Fragile broke my heart. It was abrupt and you KNOW he’s upset and wants to have nothing to do with Bridges anymore and that’s very understandable but it isn’t her fault

Seriously I want them to be friends again

I’m gonna pretend they’re friends again after Lou is saved and that Sam is a freelance porter again and sometimes their paths cross and they just talk together in the middle of nowhere and share cryptobiotes

The pacing is weird, there’s this deluge of plot in the beginning and the end but not much in the middle?

The BT boss fights could have been these epic Shadow of the Colossus showdowns but no, they were relatively standard boss fights. Wasted opportunity

The running on the Beach scene sdfghjhgfdsdfghjhgf that was... dumb

A lot of preppers are interesting in one way or another but some are just boring. Also I wish the design of their bunkers was more varied

Amelie/Bridget’s motivations are all over the place, both creating Bridges AND the Demens is... a lot? I know she both WANTS and DOESN’T want the actual, final end of the world to happen but that is a lot to take in and it’s all very confusing

Who the hell cares about ‘rebuilding America’ I just want to build a network where people can help each other

The ‘likes’ are fun but don’t make much sense

In conclusion

Death Stranding Good

Some stuff Bad

Some stuff Very Bad (but it’s just one memo out of 100+ memos, thank god)

I’m still hyperfixating

Send help

#death stranding #long post #eye contact tw #acephobia tw #from a minor unamed character but still it's there

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badchoicesposts · 4 years ago

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Loyalty or Royalty

Chapter 16

Summary: Mia Bhatt spent years trying to escape her past, trying to escape the feeling of betrayal that was left in her heart after the fire, and she finally had. She was marrying the King of Cordonia and was finally going to get her happily ever after. But, after a momentary lapse in judgement caused her to send a wedding invitation to someone she was sure had forgotten about her, she realizes that sometimes the past has a way of crawling back to you.

Author’s Note: In this fic Anton and The Sons of Earth were caught before the wedding. Also this story will contain flashbacks that will be in italics.

Pairing: Liam x MC (Mia Bhatt), Platonic!Colt x MC, Past!Logan x MC

Word Count: 4,132

Taglist: @flowerpowell, @dcbbw , @texaskitten30, @kingliam2019 @hopefulmoonobject @lovehugsandcandy @los-cafeteros @desireepow-1986 @lovemychoices, @kimmiedoo5

Catch Up: Masterlist

Jason whipped his head around just in time to see Kaneko waltz out from behind the pile of metal.

“Hello, Jason,” Kaneko said, marvelling at the shocked expression on The Brotherhood’s faces.

“What the hell is this?” Jason asked as the rest of the MPC walked out and surrounded them as well.

“Payback,” Colt said with a smirk.

Wallace was seething and he lunged in Mia’s direction. She froze for a split second, and before she could think, she ducked under his outstretched arms, throwing her leg out and kicking him in the shin. The man let out a loud groan, and Mia kicked him one more time in the crotch, smirking at the shocked expression on Colt’s face. However, her moment of victory was soon over because while everyone was distracted, they failed to notice the figure creeping up behind her.

Mia let out a loud gasp as two strong arms wrapped around her waist. Her back collided with Jason’s hard chest as he held her tightly against him, giving her no room to move away. As if holding her so tight that she could barely breathe wasn’t enough, Mia felt the cold metal of a gun against her temple causing her blood to run cold.

“If you even think about trying anything, she’s dead,” he threatened, looking directly at Kaneko.

Mia had been in dangerous situations before, but she had never expected to have a gun to her head. Sure, she had come face to face with the barrel of a gun during the assassination attempt, but that day Drake had managed to push her out of the way before anything had happened to her. But, if Jason decided to pull the trigger now, that would be it for her. She would be dead.

She was faintly aware of the sound of police sirens filling the air and the FBI yelling for him to stand down and release her, but all she could focus on was Kaneko.

“If you come any closer I’ll shoot!” Jason threatened, his voice dripping with malice.

Mia desperately tried to remember anything that Mara had taught her about self defense, but her mind seemed to be drawing a blank. The only thing she could seem to remember was that scene from Miss Congeniality where Sandra Bullock’s character said to remember to S.I.N.G.. But, surely that didn’t work in real life. Even if it did, it would be too dangerous to do it while he had a gun to her head. What if she elbowed him in the stomach, and he pulled the trigger accidentally? She needed to get him to lower the gun.

“C’mon, Jason, you don’t want to kill me. That’ll just make things worse for you,” she said.

She could feel the gun shaking against her head as he hesitated momentarily at her words. However, after a second, his grip on her only tightened.

“I told you I’d kill you if you tried anything. Besides, if I have to go to prison then my life’s already over, so I might as well go out with a bang,” he said, laughing at his own play on words.

Mia fought back a wince at his words, racking her brains for some other way to get him to stand down, or at least lower the gun to a place that a shot wouldn’t be lethal.

“I’m a queen, Jason. Killing me won’t be like killing anyone else. My husband will make sure that you get the harshest punishment possible,” she said.

She could feel Jason’s body tense up once again at her words, but he made no move to release her.

“You have a kid right? Was it a boy or a girl? Do you really want to risk the chance of never seeing them again? Because that’s what’ll happen if you kill me. You’ll be in jail for the rest of your life and that’s all they’ll remember you for. Killing someone. They’re bound to find out. My death would be all over the news. Do you think they would ever forgive you for that?”

Maybe she was pushing it, she wasn’t sure. She wasn’t trained in hostage negotiation, so for all she knew she was making things worse. But, she was trying. All the law enforcement agents continued to yell at him to back away, but she could tell that their words weren’t doing anything to dissuade him from shooting.

Jason lowered the gun ever so slightly, and Mia saw her opportunity. She took a deep breath and before she could properly think over what she was doing, she brought her arm forward and swung it back hard, her elbow colliding with his stomach. She then immediately stomped on his foot before quickly ducking down as Jason let out a pained groan and the air filled with the loud bang of the gun going off.

The FBI and L.A. cops closed in and handcuffed both Hester and Jason. Everything seemed to both freeze and happen too quickly in the next few moments as Mia looked up and noticed Detective Wheeler and another cop bent over the spot where Kaneko was just standing. She couldn’t even remember standing up and running over to them or having Colt join her. She could barely remember an ambulance arriving and paramedics loading Kaneko into the vehicle. She could barely remember Drake escorting her to the car and driving her to the hospital.

“Bhatt, are you okay?” Drake asked softly.

Kaneko had been rushed into emergency surgery and the crew had all gathered into the waiting room, desperate for an update on his condition.

“Apparently all I’m good for is getting the people I care about shot,” she said sarcastically, biting down on her bottom lip to keep from crying.

“It’s not your fault,” Drake tried to reassure, placing an arm comfortingly around her. “Shaw had a gun to your head. If he decided to shoot you would have been dead. You did what you had to do to survive.”

“Yeah and I got my dad shot in the process,” she shot back.

“This is going to sound extremely selfish of me, but better him than you,” Liam’s voice broke through their hushed conversation causing Mia’s head to shoot up.

She immediately jumped out of her seat and launched herself into his outstretched arms.

“Are you alright, my love?” Liam asked, holding onto her for dear life.

“No. Liam, I swear if he dies because of me I’ll never forgive myself,” she said.

“Nothing’ll happen to him. It’s Pop. He survived his car exploding. He’ll survive this,” Colt said, a look of resolution on his face. “He’ll survive this and then we’ll all be free, and this’ll be over.”

Mia exchanged a nervous look with Logan and the rest of the crew. Even now Colt refused to believe that Kaneko wasn’t invincible. However, instead of trying to dispute Kaneko’s mortality with her brother, she simply nodded her head solemnly and snuggled closer into Liam’s side, trying to hide her tears in his chest.

“Do you guys remember that time Toby tried to throw Kaneko a surprise birthday party?” Logan asked, breaking through the tense silence with a soft laugh.

Mia pulled her face away from Liam’s chest and offered him a small smile, moving over to sit down in one of the waiting room chairs and pulling Liam along with her.

“Yeah, and he almost burned down the garage trying to bake him a birthday cake,” Mia concluded, causing everyone to chuckle quietly.

“Do you remember the phase Pop went through where he would only play 80s music in the garage?” Colt asked, the ghost of a smile making its way onto his face.

Mia remembered that time vividly.

~~~

Mia angrily wiped at her eyes as she walked out of the breakroom and into the shop. Even at only ten years old, she always pushed herself to do her best in school. She had been naturally good at school anyway, but she knew how her father would react to her not doing well, so she pushed herself even harder still. It wasn’t because she wanted good grades, although she did, she needed good grades.

The past few weeks had been rough. She had gotten the flu from Colt who had gotten it at school, and her school work had managed to fall on the back burner. Her mother didn’t mind it. Of course, she didn’t. Her ten year old daughter was fighting a fever and a whole horde of flu symptoms. If one or two tests grades dropped down in that time, it wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things.

However, things were completely different with her father. He had just finished chewing her out for making a B on a quiz, and she had sat there while he threw criticisms and obscenities at her for the past hour. Kaneko looked up from where he was bent over looking under the hood of a car and let out a soft sigh. Mia missed the conflicted look on his face before he moved over to where she was standing. He crouched down to her level and gave her a soft smile, reaching out and brushing her tears away.

“What can I do to see that beautiful smile again?” he asked softly.

Mia shrugged her shoulders and wrapped her arms protectively around herself. As Kaneko looked at her sadly the sounds of Everybody Wants To Rule The World began to play from the small radio in the corner of the garage. He walked over and turned the music up before making his way back to her. Teppei grabbed her hands and began spinning her around, leading her in a playful and energetic dance. He scooped her up in his arms and spun the both of them around in time with the music, causing Mia to laugh happily and wrap her own arms around his neck tightly.

“I wish you were my dad instead,” she said softly, resting her head on his shoulder.

Kaneko squeezed her tightly for a moment, resisting the urge to tell her that he actually was.

~~~

“No way!” Logan exclaimed.

“Pop didn’t dance!” Colt said, looking at her like she was crazy.

“He did with me. It was only once, but I held onto that ever since,” Mia said, resting her head against Liam’s shoulder.

The next few hours passed by excruciatingly slow. After about three cups of coffee and the crew telling a million stories about Kaneko, the doctor finally came out to give them an update.

“Your Majesty,” she said, properly acknowledging Liam and Mia despite the circumstances. “The bullet missed your father’s heart by just a few inches. When he was brought in, he was in critical condition. But the paramedics managed to get him here just in time. He’s still unconscious right now, but given time, he should make a full recovery.”

“Oh, thank god,” Mia gasped out, finally letting out a relieved breath and decompressing.

“When can we see him?” Colt asked.

“I can take the three of you to see him now,” she responded kindly.

Mia, Liam, and Colt followed the doctor down the hospital halls silently. They were both still buzzing with nervous energy, but it wasn’t nearly as overpowering as it was before they knew about Kaneko’s condition. Mia paused momentarily as they rounded the corner and they saw two burly police officers standing guard in front of a private hospital room. She and Colt exchanged nervous looks but proceeded to follow the doctor into the same room anyway. Once inside, they were met with the sight of an unconscious Kaneko. Their eyes immediately shot down to where he was handcuffed to the bed.

“What the hell is going on?” Colt asked.

Mia looked over to where Liam was giving the both of them a nervous and guilty look.

“This was part of the deal he made,” Liam said. “He traded his freedom for the crew’s.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Mia asked. “He said that everyone would be free as long as we helped them catch The Brotherhood.”

“The FBI wasn’t okay with all of you just getting off without any punishment. So, he offered his freedom for everyone else’s.”

“Why didn’t he say anything?” Mia asked.

“Because he knew it would upset the two of you,” Liam answered. “He asked me not to tell you.”

“Why would he do that?” Colt asked incredulously.

“For the two of you. For The Crew,” Liam said, walking over to where Mia was visibly upset. “I’m so sorry, but this was his decision.”

Mia sunk into his arms as she looked over to the sleeping Kaneko. However, as much as she wanted to stay in Liam’s arms where things always managed to seem okay, she pulled herself away and walked over to where Colt was staring down at his father in disbelief. She pulled him into her arms, and he held onto her tightly.

The next twenty four hours passed by with all of them waiting for Kaneko to finally wake up. Mia was getting stir crazy, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave the hospital. Liam kept trying to tell her to go back to the hotel to get some sleep, but she refused to leave Teppei’s side. When he finally opened his eyes, it took everything in her to keep from bombarding him with questions. Instead, she calmly made her way over to his side and took a hold of his hand.

“How are you feeling?” she asked.

Kaneko blinked at her repeatedly, taking a few slow, labored breaths.

“Tired,” he answered, his voice hoarse.

Mia grabbed the pitcher of water that was left on his bedside table and poured some into a small cup for him and helped pour it into his mouth.

“Pop, why? Why did you do it?” Colt asked, approaching the bed and looking down at Kaneko sadly.

Kaneko let out a strained sigh, and Mia perched herself onto the edge of the bed next to him.

“Because, I have a daughter who I’ve made far too many mistakes with and a son that I’ve pushed away for too long. This was my chance to make things right. I can make sure that you live your lives free of the consequences my mistakes have caused,” he said.

Mia fought back another set of tears and rested her head against his shoulder.

“I’m sorry,” she said, her tears falling onto the thin fabric of his hospital gown.

Kaneko tried to wrap his arm around her, but his arm was roughly stopped by the metal handcuffs. The best he could do was wrap his hand around her arm in a comforting manner.

“Don’t apologize. This is how things are meant to be,” Kaneko said.

There was a soft knock on the hospital room door and Bastien entered, causing Mia to sit up and wipe her eyes.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, Your Majesties. But there’s something you have to see,” Bastien said, giving them a sympathetic smile.

Mia got up from her spot on the hospital bed and walked over to where Bastien was standing next to Liam and tapping on his phone. He held the screen out for them to see and a Cordonian newscast started playing.

“...Queen Amelia’s father, Teppei Kaneko, was the leader of the infamous Mercy Park Crew, a gang of car thieves that operated in Los Angeles, California where Her Majesty was born. Our sources have informed us that Kaneko was involved with Anton Severus and the extremist group The Sons of Earth and may have been involved in the fire that burnt down Applewood Orchard.”

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rambling-at-midnight · 6 years ago

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You know?

This was requested by an anonymous person, so whoever you are, anon, I hope you enjoy this!

Pairing: Klaus x reader (Oneshot)

“I’m calling Y/N.”

Klaus’ eyes widen with panic. “No! No, you don’t need to do that—” He lunges for the phone Diego pulls out of his pocket. “Diego! Please!”

��Dude, you’re so dead,” Allison snorts. She lifts her wine glass up to Diego in cheers when he successfully dials your number and puts the phone up to his ear, waiting for you to pick up.

Klaus whines dramatically and throws himself down onto the couch. “Diego, how could you betray me like this? I thought we were friends. No.” He sits up. “I thought we were brothers.”

Diego shows Klaus the middle finger. “He—” Diego starts, but cuts off abruptly. He takes the phone away from his ear. “She hung up.”

“Well, it’s not like it’s a mystery why you’re calling,” Allison mumbles under her breath. You’ve gotten used to it by now; Klaus’s substance abuse, no matter how much you hate it. If Diego is ever calling you when you know he’s been hanging out with Klaus, you just know by now that he’s either too drunk or too high to function.

“Well, let’s drink to my funeral, then,” Klaus says, motioning for Allison to hand him another bottle of wine. She hands it to him, muttering something about him digging his own grave, but Klaus doesn’t mind that. He’s not even that buzzed right now; Y/N has seen him so much worse.

So, so much worse.

“You know, she may have seen you at your worst, but you’re just adding straws onto the camel,” Ben says, but he’s faint. Far away. Fading in and out of view; completely see-through in some parts. None of the other ghosts have been with Klaus for the past three hours; Ben always is the last to go by a long shot. Honestly, Klaus wouldn’t mind just having Ben around all the time if he wasn’t so damn annoying. Ben’s like the damn cricket and Klaus is Pinocchio. “One of them is bound to break the camel’s back.”

Klaus takes a deliberate sip of the drink, smirking slightly when a little more color leeches out of Ben, he turns a little more not-there. He’ll deal with Ben’s reasoning a day when he’s less drunk. A day when he’s less tired. A day when the world makes even a little as much sense as Ben does, and a fraction of how much sense everyone else seems to think it does. Everything is just so weird, when you think about it, and Klaus giggles and hiccups.

“Why are they called hiccups?” he asks out loud. Ben rolls his eyes at the same time as Allison and Diego, though they couldn’t possibly have choreographed that; Ben’s dead! They can’t see him, either.

Diego’s phone buzzes. “Y/N says she’s five minutes away. She says not to let you have anything else.”

Klaus whines when he grabs the wine out of his hands. “Diego! Next time you need your Patch to come pick you up I might not even call her.”

“Oh, you would,” Diego snorts. “Not that I’d ever let myself get as wasted as you, but—”

“I would love to see Diego’s ass reamed by that detective,” Allison snorts. “She’s the only one that can keep you in line, yeah?”

“Allison?” Luther pokes his head into the living room. “You ready to go?”

“Oh, where are we going?” Klaus asks, jumping up and clapping his hands together.

“Luther and I,” Allison says, standing up, “are taking Five to see an R-rated film, because the bouncers won’t let him in without supervision. You are staying here to wait for your girlfriend.”

“Oh, I’d much rather watch the movie,” Klaus grumbles. “Y/N’s going to be in one of her moods. I know it already.”

“Yeah, maybe because you’re already drunk as hell and it is five o’clock on a Monday night,” Five says dryly, popping his head around the corner. “Why does Y/N put up with him, again?”

“Because I’m a joy to be around!”

“Because she’s dumb,” Ben mutters.

“Because she’s dumb,” Allison echoes. “Bye, Klaus! See you, Diego!”

Diego waves her away and the three siblings leave the house, looking like two parents escorting their child out. Five’s form has disconcerted everyone except Vanya, to be honest, especially with the copious amounts of alcohol the boy—man—time traveler?—Klaus honestly has no idea—ingests. He can nearly drink Klaus under the table.

When they open up the door, you’re standing there with your hand raised, about to knock.

“Have fun,” Five mutters as you pass him, and you make a face at him but can’t be bothered to reply. You’re still in your hospital scrubs, tired from a long day at work, and already cranky with your boyfriend despite the fact that you haven’t seen him all day.

“Y/N!” Klaus exclaims happily when he sees you, as if he isn’t the bane of your existence most days. “You should have said you were coming!”

“I did,” you reply shortly. “Come on.”

He has enough sense to follow you wordlessly out of the house and get into your car.

For two minutes he sits next to you, drumming his fingers on the dashboard, as you drive aggressively (more aggressively than usual, anyways) in complete silence. It’s the impending storm that’s sobering him. It’s the 100% effective way to sober anyone up—you may be shorter than Klaus, but goddamn are you scarier than the rest of the Umbrella Academy combined. Except maybe Five; his appearance may not be scary at all, but his penchant for holding sharp objects to peoples’ throats can be intimidating.

“You know—” he starts, swinging his head towards you because you always look so pretty in the city lights, but you cut him off.

“We agreed,” you say tightly. You put both hands on the steering wheel at 3 and 10, knuckles white with tension. “We agreed, Klaus. Are you just lying to me now?”

“No!” Klaus protests. Everything is a little hazy now—Ben’s barely a shadow in the backseat—but he knows exactly how you feel about lies. Hell, he doesn’t like lies either. Lies are bad. Very, very bad. “I really wasn’t gonna drink today, but then I saw Allison and Diego drinking and I decided to join them, and then next thing I knew I drank an entire bottle.” He puts his hands out like What can you do?

“Klaus, there will always be people doing drugs and drinking wherever you go. Just because you see them doing it doesn’t mean it’s an invitation for you to do it as well.”

“I didn’t even drink that much,” he mutters.

“I’m sure you drank a lot,” you reply. “It just doesn’t affect you as much because of how great your tolerance is. Do you know exactly how damaging it is to your health to be high all the time? Putting aside the obvious risks such as kidnapping, robbing, sexual assault or rape, you’re killing your brain cells. Not to mention—”

“I didn’t have any to begin with!” Klaus jokes and you take a turn so sharp he almost falls out of his seat.

“If you would just try to control your powers—” you start but Klaus cuts you off with a bark of a laugh.

“If I get sober enough to control my powers, the ghosts would be yelling too loudly for me to think.”

“And if you get sober enough to control your powers, you can figure out how to stop them from yelling.” You pull into the driveway of your house. “I can’t pretend to understand what it’s like, honestly. But it kills me when I don’t see you trying.”

“I know,” Klaus whispers. “I know. I’m sorry, you know?”

“Yeah, I know,” you grunt, pulling your bag out of the backseat before getting out of the car. “You’re always sorry.”

“I love you?” he tries, watching your face, and, like always, it softens. The stress lines on your forehead become less prominent and the crow’s feet around your eyes come out as you try to hide your smile.

“Yeah, I know,” you grin. “I love you too. It just kills me to see you like this, you know?”

“I’m trying,” Klaus says quietly. “I’m gonna get clean. I’m gonna.”

“I know. I know it’s hard.” You help him out of the car and support him into the house until you get to the living room, where Klaus flops dramatically onto the couch again. “Do you want water? A blanket? Food?”

“Just you,” Klaus mumbles into the pillow he’d stuffed over his face. “Tired.”

You huff out a laugh. “Tell me about it.”

“Did the woman come back today?”

“Yeah. Her name’s Mrs. McKinnon, and today she had a huge fight with her husband in the middle of the parking lot about vaccinations. It was a huge scene, but it scared a few people away so I got a thirty-minute lunch break for the first time in two weeks.” You continue to talk, telling Klaus about your day as you comb your fingers through his hair and he closes his eyes. He’s not breathing deeply enough to be sleeping, so you know he’s listening intently to every word you’re saying.

Klaus may have a lot of faults, but he’s very attentive. It’s one of the things that made you fall for him, honestly. And, despite all his faults, you can’t help but see the small strengths he has, like his listening and good heart.

He’s going to be so good when he gets sober. He just needs to work on controlling his powers. You want to help him but sometimes you feel out of your depth, so it’s good when his siblings try to help too.

You’re going to succeed.

It’s just going to take some time.

You fall asleep like that, with Klaus’s head in your lap and your neck bent at an awkward angle, and it’s going to hurt when it wakes up. When Klaus wakes up he’s going to have an awful hangover, but Ben will be there to watch him and stop him from making any bad decisions while you’re working.

It’s a group effort, especially when the intervention is for someone as high energy as Klaus, but honestly, you wouldn’t have him any other way.

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not-a-statement · 6 years ago

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Chasing ghosts. Chapter 2

So for some reason I can’t edit my masterlist for this story. On of us - me or tumblr - is definitely a clumsy fool.

Anyway, it’s been a long time but here I post again. This chapter introduces original characters and focuses on them exclusively.

Critics and opinions are always appreciated.

Baton Rouge,LA, January 23, 2035

The general office of the State Police Department was filled with sounds and people typical for Monday morning. Investigators, detectives, even a couple of court clerks were moving slowly between the work tables. Phones ringing, Maggie's coffee machine softly grumbling, detective Nate Parker rants about his little rendez vous with a couple of girls past weekend, which caused an occasional bursts of laughter from a small group of listeners. Someone’s complaining about son, who’s got yet another detention at school. That scallywag was caught smoking in the school closet during lunch break. “I mean, come on! What’s the school’s backyard is for? What’s wrong with these children?”

All this leaving no chances at all for detective Robert Brooks to focus on completing the report. Frankly, if there was anything consistent to write then probably no excuses could take place. The missing was found the week prior in the Pine Prairie area - one of the tourists called the police and said that near the shore of Lake Millers lied a body of a dead girl dressed in a white light dress. By the time detectives and the team of medical experts arrived, a decent crowd of onlookers gathered around the corpse, hence searching for traces at the crime scene wouldn’t be for big avail.

What else?

There’s no doubt that the victim was killed - even though the lungs were full of liquid and the fact that clothes and skin of the deceased were pretty much hinting that she’s spent plenty of time in the water, a rope trace was found on her neck. So, the drowning was staged.

By whom?

Well, here’s where interesting questions start.

No wonder why the crime scene was so crowded - case after case were quaking the whole country. People kept disappearing in a daylight - single men and women of different ages, usually without family and friends - those who wouldn’t be immediately claimed missing. Generally the search would last for about a week or two only to let detectives stand before such corpses (and it could’ve been worse, if one believed Nate the Chatter Box) or find victims alive but absolutely insane. Wearing rags, disoriented, and with no memory at all, no one even remembered their names.

People were frightened. And no one had even a small clue, even a hint, about this maniac’s whereabouts or appearance. His work was flawless - every time a new case appeared in press, this bastard’s already in another state. Probably.

At least everything looked like that - no one had accurate information. And, which was a very bad thing to say, such cases were a nightmare for any detective - perfect addition to the record. There were adventurers, of course, who wanted to catch their own Zodiac, but most people were genuinely concerned about their careers.

And so it happened that careerist Brooks was not only brought to a partner of the adventurer Tam Bennett, and more so, he was appointed to investigate such a case.

Robert sighed, once again glancing over the printed report page on the computer screen.

Elizabeth Arthrisha Marlowe, born in 2019, blah blah blah ... Numerous abrasions on the arms in the forearm, blah blah ... The time of death was determined between 9 pm and midnight on January 17 of this year ... and more rubbish. Seriously, what else to write?

When he and Tam just started the investigation about two weeks prior Robert was saving hope that that time would be a fluke. Children and adolescents haven’t figured in such cases so far, and a sixteen-year-old girl could go to carouse with friends, or with some guy - anything. But the fact was bulletproof - the corpse of Lake Millers was identified, parents were heartbroken, Captain Hernandez was constantly inspecting for progress on the case, and Bennett was obsessed with all sorts of theories. Or women.

Where is, by the way, that boy this time? Monday, ten in the morning! Wasn’t it Tam who kept calling me all Sunday while I tried to spend the day off with family, and reminded of all the chores to do on Monday? That’s not even funny.

Okay...This won’t work. Perhaps the morning coffee-tobacco ritual will help clear the thoughts? Yes, sounds good. A cup of Colombian black with cream, a spoon of cane Mexican sugar and a pinch of cinnamon in a compartment with a cigarette and fresh morning air. The first good idea for today, Brooks.

Robert got up from his desk stretched and headed for the dispatcher's counter. After receiving his equivalent of the Holy Grail from Maggie, he passed the doors leading to the office, a corridor filled with civilians who were brought here or who came by their own will, then the hall and finally went into the parking lot in front of the department building. The weather was pleasing, here and there, however, small flocks of clouds were gathering, but the sun was shining warmly. The city, long awakened, performed a symphony of the weekday - passing pickup trucks and small cars, ordinary townspeople and important birds like lawyers and real estate agents scurrying around here and there. You could even hear a heavy truck driving in the distance.

Someday all this will be rewarded, Brooks thought, releasing cigarette smoke and slowly sipping from a mug with the inscription "Best Daddy in the World". Another five years, and I’ll be in higher position, and five more - and here comes the retirement. A small house in California somewhere in Palo Alto, a neat little garden for my Mary and a home winery for both of us. Our Aaron and Lucy would come over for Christmas, Thanksgiving, Easter ... imagine - a festive table with the family and you are sitting at the head of the table. What else can you dream about? Life will be like this cup of coffee - warm, reliable and with a very long aftertaste, if sipping small ...

“Aaaaaah!!!!”

Mother of…!!!

Brooks threw up his hands in surprise, spilling half the contents of the mug on the sidewalk. Thank God not on a work shirt.

"Are you trying to give me a heart attack at thirty-seven?" he yelled into Bennett's laughing face, sticking out of the silver Volkswagen’s window. Tam's hand was still on the honk.

"Seriously," he panted through his laughter, "you would see your face, Bob! Standing there, caught up in a daydream, and then this - Aaaaah!”

He mocked Robert’s grimace of horror.

That laughing blond face was so tempting to throw the rest of coffee at it! First he’s late for work, and now he decided to mock me!

All right, calm down, Robert, calm down. It would be disrespectful on your part to respond to the pranks of this toddler overgrown.

"Not funny, Tam," he said, trying to sound dignified, "what took you so long, by the way?"

“Oh, oh, oh! " Tam started fidgeting in the seat, shaking his arms around him.

"Wait ... where was it ..."

He began to search for something, bending in all imaginable and unthinkable directions. The front passenger seat, glove compartment, pockets on the doors, even under his feet. As Tam reached there, his head fell on the steering wheel with a swing, causing one more honk.

"Just find a spot and park already" Brooks said, rubbing the bridge of his nose with two fingers, pain in his voice. Seriously, not a partner, but a complete disappointment.

After Bennett parked his car in the far corner of the parking lot, and Brooks reached the porch of the building, finishing his coffee (great, the sugar at the bottom did not dissolve completely, and now the last sips are too sweet, splendid), they exchanged a handshake and went inside.

"I'm still waiting for the answer, young man" Robert said as strictly as he could as they crossed the hall.

"First, I'm not your son," replied Tam, smiling. "And second, I decided that I’d make you a surprise."

"What surprise for God’s sake? What are you up to again?”

"Don’t worry, Bobby, you'll like it! Very much!”

"Can you at least pretend sometimes that you're a professional?” Robert didn’t like all those glances from people around, attracted by Tam's enthusiastic exclamations.

"Nah, I'm gorgeous just as I am" Bennett shrugged as they approached the door leading to the general office.

"Take the keys and wait for me at your car. Mine is... umm ... not in the purest condition today. I need to go to Sam, I'll be back in a moment”.

“Oh for love of...”

"Maggie! My doll!” - Bennett exclaimed, pressing his lips to the hand of the dispatcher, who immediately blushed and playfully giggled. The white blouse, she was wearing, obviously lacked buttons in certain places, which caused a lot of discomfort to Brooks. Bennett, apparently, didn’t mind this kind of view.

"How was the weekend, my sugar? Had many men kneeled?”

"I think you'd know better, detective," Maggie purred innocently "or am I wrong?"

Really? In front of the whole office, these two would exchange so unconcealed expressions of passion and lust? Where’s the ethics committee when you need one?

"I'd love to know more ... dig a little deeper if you let me put it this way ..."

Wow! Okay, not listening to this! Gross and obnoxious!

"All in good time, detective. But next time you shouldn’t forget your promises about ... special equipment.”

The phone rang at the dispatcher's desk, putting an end to this vulgar scene much to Robert's relief. While Maggie, still crimson and still with a half-detached blouse, were answering the call, Tam winked at his partner and pronounced "handcuffs" with his lips, pointing his finger in the direction of that spicy’s lover. Just like a student at a dorm party.

"Don’t forget the keys!" he added, quickly moving away from the counter in the direction of Captain Hernandez office “I'll be in a sec!”

Brooks stayed where he stood, setting the mug on the counter.

Here we go. Got nothing else to do but to stand here and wonder what this scoundrel has in mind. Every time. Every goddamn time. Easy to wound up with a half-turn, and everybody better run away within a radius of a couple of miles around. Cars soar into the air, tiles fly from the houses’ roofs, women in panic, children crying. A real hurricane. Safe for the name - Tam, not Andrew.

"It's not even the first month that he works here. Sam lectures him constantly, I give instructions, and look at him. Always jumping ahead, as if his head’s made of stone and will demolish any wall” Robert thought out loud “what's even going on in his brain? ..”

"Dunno much about the head, Bob," Maggie said in a caramel voice reappearing at the counter, dreamily slapping her eyelashes, "but trust me, what's going on in his pants ..."

"You know what, I already regret saying it out loud!" Jesus Christ, would this vulgarity scene come to an end already?!

Brooks got to his desk and sat down in the armchair. The plan for today, which could hardly be called consistent as it was, began to become completely insane. First the report, which he had nothing to write in, then spilled coffee, all sorts of bedtime insinuations - yes, Robert knew what sex was and where the children came from, he himself was a father, but that's too much - and now it's time to arm with a trowel and a little plastic bag to walk this boy. We ought to find a leash. Maggie probably would have one ...

No, no, that's a bad joke. Very bad.

Okay, probably the report can be a time killer, while Tam’s chatting with the captain. It’s not like time killers are always pleasing but what you gonna do, right?

At least there were some people who’d probably be happy with whatever Brooks wrote for a report of an adolescent girl’s horrifying murder. Newspaper editors.

It looked like they’re making it a competition to draw more attention to their source of information compared to competitors. "The Oregon maniac visits Louisiana." "Yet another reason to use the door chain." "Mysterious kids killer at large".

Blah blah blah. Scribblers.

Of course the case is serious and everybody mourns for the girl and prays for her parents to smother their misery, but is it really necessary to play with people's hearts like that? Add in the photo plastered on the front page - a police tape in the foreground and a bunch of people crowding behind it. Fresh stuff, just from the crime scene.

On Friday evening, when Brooks was about to leave home, anticipating a delicious chicken breast with Parmesan and eggplant for dinner, he found Nate and Tam in the interrogation room, staring intently at that exact photo from the newspaper. Enthusiasts. They say that the criminal always returns to the crime scene. So both decided to play bloodhounds. Also Robert could smell some booze in the room too, so...

On the other hand, if one took a sober look at things, then there wasn’t anything consistent either. No traces, no clues, even the smallest. Absolute zero. Robert had already suggested Hernandez to hand over the case to the special squad to take that burden of a case off his shoulders, but every time that question popped up Sam would just grin and pat Brooks on the shoulder.

"Bob, what are talking about? You have such an experience, such record! And what a chance to be a mentor to the young one!"

Sounds easier than it is...

“Surprise!” a folder fell sharply on the table in front of Brooks.

Oh my God…

“Cheer up, partner!" Tam said, plopping down in the armchair opposite to Brooks. "We have a case!"

"Um, I know," Robert raised an eyebrow, "and you always find an excuse to slick away"

"No, you don’t understand, Bobby." Bennett majestically placed his palm on the folder, touching it with his fingertips, and slowly moved it towards Brooks. "We have a case."

Robert, still looking suspiciously at the youngster, took the folder and opened it, going into reading. Photo, name, surname, lots and lots of text. With every line he read, the hope to at least somehow bring the present day to an acceptable level, was slipping away. It seemed that having a leash wasn’t a joking idea, but a very real necessity.

Brooks gave his partner a glance full of fatigue and disappointment.

“Well, am I good at making surprises or am I the best?” Bennett's brows creased conspiratorially.

"Please tell me this is a joke ..."

“Why?”

“Tam, I’m begging you.”

"What's wrong, Bob?"

Brooks heaved a deep sigh and began to read aloud.

“Mabel Jessica Pines, born in 1999, Piedmont, California. According to her landlords arrived on January 18 of this year from the city of New York. According to Smiths couple - owners of the apartment at 881 West Roosevelt Street Miss Pines rented - she came across as a modest, quiet woman, not particularly talkative and constantly thoughtful. Her interests were the surroundings, especially the University of Louisiana and Manchac swamps. Mr and Mrs. Smith also noted that she preferred not to answer questions about family and relatives. Only said that she was married, but got divorced a few years ago. Wasn’t seen participating in any phone calls. On the 20th of January she left the rented apartment and never came back. Was dressed in a gray coat and a long skirt, carrying a medium-sized travel bag and a mobile phone, which she stopped responding around 7 pm. Left a laptop and a notebook in the apartment”.

Brooks put down the folder and brought his hands to the bridge of his nose, resting his elbows on the countertop.

"Great, isn’t it?" exclaimed Tam. “Full set - you’ve got clues and description! All we need to do is restore her route, trace each her step, find her perso... What?”

Brooks, still holding his hands on the bridge of his nose, pointed to his partner with his finger, as if asking him to plug his fountain of enthusiasm.

"What's bothering, Bobby?"

Calm down, Robert, calm down. You are reasonable, smart man. You’ve had many of such conversations with your young son Aaron. It's the same, no differences.

"Bob, you're straining me."

Easy, easy. I'm straining him, you see. Well, well, let it be, a little bit of tension didn’t kill anyone so far. I'm still alive.

"Listen, you're breathing as if you've gone too far with pepper in the soup, Bobby.”

All right, that's enough.

Robert slowly raised his head, holding his hands together at the tip of his nose. He was breathing really deep and quite noisy.

"First," he began softly, clearing his throat, "call me Bobby one more time and you'll be riding in the back seat. And second, we have no new case. Foot down”.

Tam whistled.

“Hmm, mate, you're …”

"Let me ask you something" interrupted Robert, "when you accepted this case, which part of your organism was functioning as a thinking part?"

“What does it have to do with it? It's such an opportunity!”

“What opportunity? Tell me" Brooks asked, still keeping his coolness.

Tam looked at him with an expression of complete perplexity a second or two, then leaned forward and began:

“Listen. What’s the main problem we had with the Marlowe’s case?”

“The case itself.”

“I'm serious.”

“You don’t say! You know how to be serious?”

"Look, this isn’t funny” Tam frowned. "Our main problem was time which we’re lacking of. What did we initially know about the Marlowe girl? Almost nothing, neither where most likely she could go, nor her full circle of acquaintances. So no one expected that her loss could be just such a case.”

“What case?”

"Such a case" Bennett pointed to the folder, "clear as day."

Brooks raised his eyebrows.

"Give me at least a hint because I don’t really understand ..."

“There’s nothing to understand here. A lonely woman, from another city. Comes to nowhere and almost immediately disappears!” Bennett could barely restrain himself from being excited. "This is our Oregon maniac, I'm telling you."

Well, here you go.

When it comes to do paperwork, he has plan for the evening. And when it comes to burden me with additional stress, so he's first in line. It’s already becoming unbearable. How do I explain him?

"Ok, Tam," Robert said, restrainedly. "Here’s what we’ll do. You’ll take this muck to where you took it, wash your hands with soap and then we'll go to your piano tutor.”

Bennett made an uncomprehending face.

“Seriously. We are not taking this case and that’s final. We've had enough trouble with that Marlowe girl" Tam started to protest, but Brooks stopped him, lifting both his hands “No, I'm saying that’s enough. Get yourself a notebook, call it "My hasty conclusions that have nothing to do with reality" and write down all your speculation there.”

Robert got up from the table and began to pull on his jacket.

“Now you and I will get in the car, go for a coffee and do some work.”

With these words, Brooks took his car keys from the table, checked once more whether the token that hung on his belt of trousers was there and was ready to the exit the office when Bennett found something to say:

"So you'll go to Sam yourself?"

“For what?” Brooks froze half a turn, looking back at his partner.

Bennett just shrugged.

“Well, to tell him personally that you refuse to take the case, which he himself commissioned, for example?”

Sam did what?

“Come again.”

"The captain of the state police department assigns us a case, and you stand against the decision of your superiors." Bennett smiled ingenuously. “Pretty brave of you, I must say.”

Oh no. No no no.

So it’s not Tam? Can this day get any worse?

Brooks sighed noisily and lowered his head, staring at his polished black boots. How many thresholds were overstepped by these guys, how many pursuits for criminals and capture operations they saw. How many times did Brooks polish them to shine, to look neat, while receiving a new title or listening a praise for a successfully disclosed case. How long have they gone and for what? In order to soon go to the dump together with the Robert’s career.

The vision of the house in California again appeared before him and immediately melted in a light haze. Nothing of the sort will happen if the captain continues to charge Robert with such hopeless cases and companions.

“So what?” Tam behind Brooks pointedly looked at his watch. “What did you say about coffee? Can we grab a cup for Sam? Well, you know, as a sign of respect and …”

"Come on ..." Robert muttered softly.

“Sorry, what?”

Brooks raised his eyes to the ceiling and repeated a little more distinctly:

“Come. On”

Bennett, grinning in a broad smile, instantly jumped from his seat, grabbed a folder from the table and flew past a still motionless partner, slapping him along the shoulder.

“That’s more like it!” he proclaimed joyfully. “New case, baby!”

Would you just shut up already an unfortunate thought flew through Robert's head as he sadly followed Tam out of the office.

***

“And she had very kind eyes. Hazel” Brooks looked into his notebook. Yes, this phrase has sounded for the third or fourth time for those half an hour from the time that detectives arrived to the landlords of the missing.

“Kind, but very sad eyes …”

"Yes, Mrs. Smith, I think I wrote it down," Robert said, holding out his hand to his cup of tea on the coffee table in front of him. Mr. Smith tumbled in the room noisily puffing, holding an ashtray in one hand while the second was already groping for his pocket.

“Anna really liked the girl” Mr. Smith perched in a chair next to his wife. The ashtray was placed on a table next to the cup of Brooks, and in the pocket finally found the coveted pack of cigarettes. A mischievous smile played on Mr. Smith's lips.

"Henry, for heaven's sake!" His wife threw up her hands. "How many times have I asked you not to smoke in the house! You know, my back does not welcome airing so often.”

"You can bear it once a week honey" Henry brought his lit-up match to a cigarette with trembling fingers then inhaled and immediately fell into a ruthless throaty cough.

Anna Smith shook her head worriedly, looking at her husband, and turned to the detective:

"I told him that forty years of smoking would make some consequences. Imagine - he wasn’t listening to me until he laid down on the surgery table! Who knew that you can get a tumor like that, right?”

"Benign," Henry finally cleared his throat, "it was benign, my dear. And the main thing I’m still in one piece. Head, hands, legs” he winked at the detective and folded his old mouth into a grin like a little mischievous schoolboy.

“And what’s betw…”

"When you, ahem ..." Robert hastily intervened to stop the phrase, which beginning wasn’t biding anything good "when you applied, you mentioned that Mabel reluctantly talked about herself. I believe that you’ve learned at least something about her?”

"Yes detective but very, very little." Mrs. Smith clasped her fingers and put them to her forehead, concentrating on something.

"She said she came from New York," her husband said, releasing a cloud of blue smoke, "god knows what called her to our backwoods ..."

"Oh shush, Henry." Mrs. Smith shook her finger in vexation. "I'm sure detective knows already where the girl came from."

“Can I clarify the question?” Brooks put the notebook aside on the table. “The bartender from the diner near the bus station mentioned that in a conversation with him Mabel said that she came in search for someone. Didn’t she tell you the same thing? Maybe mentioned who it was?”

"Ah, poor thing! Did she have to eat breakfast there?” Mrs. Smith shook her head in frustration. "If she came at once, I would feed her with a decent breakfast. What kind of muck could she be offered there?”

"They used to have good burgers," Henry shook the ashes, "at least five years ago, when I last had them ..."

“Nonsense! Burger for breakfast?”

“Ahem. Mrs. Smith …”

"Yes, sorry" Anna turned her attention to Brooks. "No, she didn’t say anything like that to us. She was married, that's all I know about her life. But her husband didn’t interest her very much, as far as I can tell. I did not see a ring as a lock, so he’s probably still alive. Maybe he was quite a scoundrel”

"And what’s her husband's name?"

Anna just shook her head.

"Forgive me, detective, but I never heard it from her."

From above came the sound of the door being opened, followed by hasty steps down the stairs. Found something a thought rushed through Robert's head. A moment later, Tam appeared in the room. His face was ... disappointed?

"Mrs. Smith, you wrote in a application that Mabel had a laptop and a notebook."

"That's right, young man, she left them in her room."

Brooks stared at his partner's face, puzzled. Tam only shook his head briefly.

"Is something wrong, gentlemen?"

"Have you left your house in the last couple of days?"

"Just to do shopping yesterday afternoon ... what happened?"

Brooks rose abruptly, and they both hastily rushed to the stairs to the second floor. Mabel's room was nothing particularly noteworthy - a bed, a desk, a window and four walls. Things were lying neatly, the bed was made. It seemed that the guest had left a minute ago.

“Checked the window sill?”

“Yes, it’s dusty as if no one touched it for several years”

“A lock on the door?”

“Just a latch, any fool would open without a trace ..”.

Brooks slowly walked to the table, on which was a layer of dust accumulated over the past few days. All the items seemed to be in their places, but two square spots were barely noticeable near the edge, in which dust seemed to sink.The distance between the spots was about 9 inches, as between the pads of a small laptop.

"I think we're done here" Robert muttered.

***

"So someone broke into the house at night, or when the hosts were not there," Robert and Tam were driving away from the Smiths' house toward the police department, "I think we both understand that it was our client."

“Here you go, drawing conclusions again!” Brooks briefly honked the driver who was still standing on the green traffic light signal.

"Maybe it's our client, or maybe just a burglar."

“Burglar who took only a laptop?”

"Did you have time to inspect the rest of the house? Found anything valuable?”

“No, but …”

“Exactly. Maybe he was in a hurry”

“Come on, you're just looking for an excuse not to solve for 2 and 2”

“I'm looking for an excuse to conduct an investigation of a case imposed on me correctly”

"Come on, Bobby, this is an adventure! Now we write a request to New York, find her family ... hey, need to have a leak?”

Robert pulled over and stopped abruptly. After that, he turned his head staring at his partner intensely.

“What?”

Brooks slowly moved his head toward the back seat.

"What’s that?" Bennett looked back “I can’t see anyth…”

Coming to a realization he slowly turned and gave his partner an incredulous look.

"Are you kidding me?"

Robert shook his head sarcastically.

"You're not serious."

"Very serious, Tam." Brooks looked at his watch briefly. "Hurry up, we're running late."

Rolling his eyes Bennett leaned back in his seat looking up above while groping for the handle. Twenty seconds later, when he got into the back seat and slammed the door behind him, Robert said with satisfaction:

"You have to bear responsibility for your words and deeds, dear Tam. Welcome to the world of adults”

He heard a loud raspberry being blown from behind and noticed in the rearview mirror that Bennett was now staring out of the window with his arms folded.

“Who I'm talking to though…” Robert tiredly complained without addressing anyone “Seriously, my eight-year-old son behaves more adequately”

He accelerated and detectives continued their way to the department building.

#chasing ghosts #pinecest #not a statement at all

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Happy kissed your cheek ad held your hand. It felt like he had not seen your beautiful eyes in forever. “YONA! Grab Kozy and your brother please!” you yelled in your sleep waking up. He looked at you confused and a huge smile across his face. He kissed your lips before you could come to grips with what was happening. “Happy.. where is Yona?” He looked at you confused. “Our daughter…” A smiled pulled at his lips. You closed your eyes against and opened them. You looked at your hands and didn’t see the extensive crow tattoo on your arm. “It was a dream..” you whispered to yourself. “Your awake..” He kissed you again. “How long have I been asleep?” you asked trying to slowly sit up. “48 hours..” Happy stood up, getting in the bed with you. He hugged you close to him. The tears started streaming down his face again. “Hunny..” you tilted his head towards you. You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I am ok. Promise.” He nodded. “Who is Yona? What did you dream about?” you smiled as you told the whole story. From beginning to end. You explained how it felt so real that is why you didn’t understand when you woke up. “Only thing hun.. I would die with in seconds of you dyeing.” He pressed the kiss to softly to your lips.

It took twenty- four hours before you could go back to the Montana clubhouse. You stepped off the truck that Happy drove from the hospital. He held your waist and tightly to him. “Y/N!” you looked up to see Lorenzo standing there. He sprinted towards you, Happy growling at him slightly, letting you go. HE grabbed you in his arms, holding you so tightly it hurt. You hugged him weakly. “Why are you here Lorenzo..?” He pulled back slightly. “SOA called me.. Well Kozik did, trying to find who is trying to hurt you.” You looked at him confused. “Why you..?” He laughed a bit. “I have an in with detectives.” You nodded, your feet giving out under you. He quickly held you up, picking you up in his arms. “Give her to me..” Happy eyed him. Lorenzo smirked a bit. “Lorenzo.. don’t start shit..” you said weakly. “I can still shoot you two..” You said sleepily. Lorenzo gently transferred you to Happy. He watched as you slid into Happys chest, almost falling asleep.

Happy gently laid you down on the bed, discarding your shoes and socks. “My love, do you want some water or something?” “Water is fine..” you said half asleep. “Prospect!” the young man appeared in the room. “Watch over her. If she wants you to do a fucking handstand you don’t question it!” Happy said roughly. The prospected nodded sitting in the chair next to the bed. “I can take care of myself.. he is a person too..” speaking weakly. “He is in training..” Happy spoke calmly to you. The prospect thanking you quietly.

Waking up a few hours later, your eyes opened to Lorenzo sitting next to you. “Hey..” you said tired. “Hey hun..” he brushed a few strands of loose hair off your bandages. “So.. I hear you two are back together..” He said hesitantly. “You have been dying to ask that question huh?” Lorenzo laughed a bit nodding. “I hurt you and I am so fucking sorry. I still want to be your friend..” laughing he sounded like a kid who got in a little fight on the school grounds with his 1st grade girlfriend. “Lorenzo shut up.. you know you will forever be my best friend and first love. You know that.” He smiled down to you kissing your cheek. “There you are..” Happy walked in not too enthused. “Where is the prospect?” “I said he could go.” Lorenzo stood up fixing his suite. “Fucking snake..” Happy snarled at Lorenzo. “Enough!” You stood up holding your hands up. “Happy, Lorenzo will never, ever be out of my life. He was my first love and I will always be there for him as he has been for me. Yes.. we hooked up and got close when everything went down. Like everyone he made a mistake. Lorenzo, quit taunting Happy.. for the fucking love of the heavens.. please..” you looked to both men and they nodded curtly. Sitting back down on the mattress Happy sat next to you. “Are you hungry?” Lorenzo asked. “No.. the meds they gave me makes me not hungry at all..” Happy sighed a bit nodding.

Happy held your waist as you walked downstairs to the reaper table. “Where is Sammy and Trina?” “With Chibs. We thought it would be better to get them some where safe..” Lorenzo spoke. “Thanks.” You agreed. Sitting in the chair, Happy handed you a glass of water and your pain pills. You took them quickly. “What do we know..?” you asked calmly. “Honestly.. not much. We traced the parts of the bomb from Charming. So it is local.. We have prospects at your house..” Jax spoke up. “What about Gemma and everyone?” he smiled a bit. “Safe house.” You nodded sighing. “Why did I bring this mess to your door step..” you mumbled. “Doesn’t matter. Your family and it was on another charters soil. We will figure it out.” Nodding you finished the water. “Happ.. can I have a cig?” He nodded taking one out, lighting it for you. “Do you remember anything from before the bomb went off?” Lorenzo asked sitting on your other side. “Yeah.. a sweet scent. Nothing like the perfume I or anyone close to me wears.” Lorenzo nodded. “Cheaply made that is for sure.. it smelt…” you eyes widened. “Like something a crow would wear..” you spoke angrily.

Two days later you where back in Charming. Walking into Cara Cara you slammed the door open. Lorenzo behind you. You decided to not bring Happy into it till you where sure it was her. Ima was sitting on the chair. “Not sure if she is dead.. bitch deserved it.. cant have two good looking guys..” you grabbed your gun from your back waistband. Lorenzo grabbed it putting a finger to his mouth. He showed you his phone that was recording the conversation. “Thanks to Angela from the Montana charter for helping. She had slept with Happy in the past so she was fine with it. Hell I didn’t tell her to plant a bomb. Just said to scare her a bit. She seems so fucking fearless.” You closed your eyes in annoyance. You nodded to Lorenzo. “Wow, attempted murder is a hell of charge.” Ima shot up looking at you, like she seen ghost. You walked over to her, she stood up backing away scared. “What is going on?!” Luann ran out from the office looking at the scene in front of her. Lorenzo caught her to not brake you two up. “She and some other girl almost killed Y/N in a car bomb..” Lorenzo said lowly. You grabbed Ima by the throat. “You think Happy is a huge killer? Hunny you do not know me..” you drug her outside and slammed her to the cement. Lorenzo sent the recording to Happy.

Twenty minutes later Happy showed up with the rest of club. He went to go after Ima and you held him back. “She deserves to die!” he yelled. “No. She doesn’t.” you spoke up looking back at the girl. “She got the shit beat out of her, she got what she deserves. Lorenzo is putting her in a mental hospital till she gets her shit worked out. Trust me, facing her fears will be worse..” walking away you sighed a bit feeling a huge burden be lifted as you walked to the Audi Lorenzo had rented. The cops showed up and took Ima away. “Why not ride with me?” Happy asked grabbing your hand. “I am dizzy.. plus.. Angela was apart of this..” he grinned. “I..” “Happy it is fine.. I just don’t feel stable enough to ride on a motorcycle.” He nodded looking at Lorenzo. “Thanks..” Happy grunted his way. “She loves you.” Lorenzo said nodding to Happy. “She needs to rest. She waisted a shit ton of energy kicking the shit out of her.” Happy chuckled looking down at you. You gave him a small smile.

Kozik walked into your tiny house seeing you asleep on the couch again. He frowned a bit. You had not gotten much of your energy back. He called the doctor to ask him a few questions. “Sis..” Kozik shook you gently. “Hey bro..” you weakly got up. “Are you pregnant?” Kozik asked a bit nervous. “No..” you laughed a bit. “I checked. The side effects of the medicine are just that strong.” He nodded hugging your tightly. “Lorenzo has something for you..” you looked at him confused. You seen Happy and Lorenzo walk into the house. Each walking over and covering an eye. You followed them to your porch. “1, 2, 3!” Kozik yelled out. You seen the light shine and your eyes focused on a huge black jeep wrangler with bright blue interior. “WHAT THE FUCK!!!” you screamed. The boys all chuckled. “We pitched in a bit. Kozik and I did the interior.” Happy smiled at you. “Hugging and kissing each of them you walked off the porch. Opening the door you still felt slightly nervous you would hear that beeping sound. Quickly you ignored the feeling seeing Kozys own bed in the back. You seen it was all decked out with a back-up cam and huge stereo. You sat on the seat and felt how comfortable they were. “For your road trips.” Happy smiled to you. You looked at him and kissed his lips. “I love you..” you hugged him tighter. “I love you too baby.. you will never know how much.” He said pushing his forehead to yours. “You all are a heaven sent! Lets go for a ride! Kozy come on!!!”

Driving around, you found a mud pit and skidded the Jeep in the dirt. All the guys laughing as you spun fast. “Hell yeah sis!” Kozik yelled holding onto the side handle. Stopping you laughed at how amazing the Jeep was. You where going to miss your old one, but this was a start of something new in your eyes. “I want a pic of all of us..” “Y/N..” Happy said cautiously. “Please..” you knew he hated Lorenzo, but you needed one of them all. They nodded as you grabbed your new phone and shot an amazing photo of you, Happy, Lorenzo, Kozik and Kozy. “Thanks boys.”

Two months Passed

You felt the needle press to your skin and you immediately calmed down. The buzzing noise of the tattoo gun was always a welcoming sound. “Are you sure?” you looked at Happy. “I can always cover it, if it is ugly.” Happy snorted, knowing you where getting under his skin. He pressed the needle to your back leg and you didn’t flinch. “You have no clue how hard it is to focus on this while touching you..” he groaned dabbing the needle in ink. Grabbing the paper towel to wipe the ink away he started to outline the photo. “Are you sure you want this.” He stopped again. “Yes Happy. You drew it for me. Now fucking tattoo it.” HE loved getting you worked up when he was giving you a tattoo, knowing you couldn’t move to hit him. He pressed the needle further, watching every movement he made. You closed your eyes relaxing into the pain even more, it often making you tired. Happy looked up and seen you sleeping slightly. Smirking he pulled the needle away and grabbed a handful of your ass. “Wake up, no sleeping on the table. Or I stop and fuck you right now.” He said grinning. “That hardly sounds like a punishment Mr. Lowman.” You knew you struck nerve when you said that. ‘Y/N I am warning you, or this tattoo will never get done..” you nodded and laid back down letting Happy finish the tattoo.

After you stood in the mirror, you where so impressed with the art work that he had done. “THANK YOU BABY!” You ran to him hugging him from behind as he cleaned the machine. “Your welcome Hurricane.” He looked up to you. “Someone is getting a blowjob tonight..” He laughed a bit at your wittiness. On the back of your leg he tattooed the picture of you, Trina and Sammy since you didn’t have one of them. You kept looking at his work, constantly amazed by his skills. “Your so talented..” you whispered. “Well.. thanks.” He shrugged. “I can barely draw a stick person.” He laughed a bit. “Well you can sing, run a business and kick peoples asses. While keeping me tamed.. Id say that is talent. I remember the stick figures you use to draw on the love letters. They just where all a little different.” Walking over to him he wrapped his hands around your waist. “About that blow..” you kissed his lips to shut him before he could finish it. Grabbing his hand your brought him to the loft, shoving him on the bed.

Hearing Happys phone go off he sighed annoyed. Answering you waited. “We gotta go!” he yelled standing up. “what is wrong?!” “Kozik got shot!” you jogged downstairs to your Jeep. Happy getting in the passenger side. Kozy getting on his bed.

Skidding to a halt you didn’t even park the jeep. You ran into the hospital. You seen the whole club in there. You stepped forward slowly. “He.. he is gone..” Jax spoke slowly, tears in his eyes. “NO!” You screamed falling to the ground…no.. no.. no.. You got back up and ran to the room that was his. Unsure how you were even moving. Shoving the curtain back you ripped it off the hooks. You seen he was still hooked up to the monitors. “No..” you grabbed his hand tightly. The tears wouldn’t stop falling as you held your brothers hand. “Kozik!” you shook him. “Kozik.. brother you cant leave me!” you yelled louder. Your body fell on his as you cried your heart out. “Please take me with you…” you yelled at the top of your lungs. Happy tried to grab you and you shoved him away. “You cant.. you cant leave me.. please.. no…” you squeezed his hand.

Hearing a beep you looked up at the monitor. The nurse that stood there looked at it wide eyes. “I don’t believe.. “ Soon the monitor went of. Showing a heart beat. You stepped back as a swarm of nurses ran in. The alarms got louder as you shot up from you slumber.

You grabbed your phone calling Kozik right away. “Morning sis. It is fucking early, what’s up?” “Where are you?..” “Home..” He said tiredly. You ran to your Jeep, not even waking Happy. Driving to Koziks you pulled in quickly and used your key for his house getting in. Seeing him sitting at his dining table, your eyes where covered with tears. “Sis.. whoa what did that bastard do.. now.. Let me go get my gun..” You tackled him hugging him tightly. Holding onto him for dear life. “You.. you got shot.. I seen it… brother… you cant leave me..” he rubbed your back gently. Sometimes you had such realistic nightmares they terrorized you to no end. He rubbed your back holding onto you. “I am here sis..”

Kozik felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. “Hey Hap. Yeah she is here. She had a dream I got shot and died, then came back alive.” Hearing him say that you hysterically started crying. “Sis.. shh honey I am here..” He held you tighter. “Alright. See you in a bit.” Kozik hung his phone up. “Man when you have these dreams they really fuck with you sis..” He brushed the hair out of your face, rocking back and forth. You squeezed him tighter not letting him go. “Let me at least get my coffee..” He said dragging you two to grab his cup.

“No! Don’t you fucking touch him!!!” you screamed out loudly. Waking Kozik up since you shared the studio apartment. He went to your side of the bed and shook you gently. “Sis..” he felt your body was sweaty. He seen you face slightly red and flushed. “Sis!” He yelled again. You shot up looking at him terrified. “Brother!!” you jumped on him hugging him till he couldn’t breath. “Brother…” He set his face against you neck and rocked you gently against him. His scent calming you quickly. “I am here… I am fine…” you sniffled into his shoulder. “It was terrible.. It was so terrible… there was blood everywhere…” “Shh..” he pressed a kiss to your temple. “I am not going anywhere. Someone’s gotta keep you in check..” Kozik gently set you back down on your bed. “No.. please lay with me.” Kozik smiled and nodded. “I feel like we are sleeping in the shed again..” He chuckled as you wrapped your self in his chest. He kissed the top of your head humming so gently. “I love you brother..” he smiled against you head. “I love you sweet heart.”

Happy walked into the house seeing you holding on to Kozik for dear life. Honestly it was like a damn cartoon the way you where holding onto him. “Hunny, he is ok..” Happy gently spoke. HE tried to loosen you grip and you held tighter. Sometimes dreams where a reality and if that ever happen you prayed you would die too. “Happy leave me alone..” you nuzzled into Kozik. “Your acting like a child.” “No!” you said pouting. “She is fine, she has done this before.. Kinda funny actually.” Kozik nodded moving more hair out of your face as you held onto him. “It should not make me jealous, but it does. She has never held onto me like that before.” “Haha, well when you have known each other for as long as we have, the sheer thought of losing the other drives one mad.” Kozik put the coffee to your nose to taunt you. “If you want some, you gotta let me breath..” “Fine..” you loosened the grip on him and grabbed his coffee drinking it. “Why not wake me..?” Happy asked as you finished Kozks coffee. Him looking at you slightly annoyed. “Because.. when that dream happened it was real, like the one I had when I got hit in the head. I could not distinguish the two. So when he went and answered the phone I couldn’t believe it. I think I ran like seven red lights thinking back..” you mumbled. “Sis..” Kozik chuckled. “Don’t scold me on how I drive mister outlaws!” you pointed your finger at the both of them. “Well, he is alive and well.” “Kozik..” you looked up to see Lily walking out in a big t-shirt rubbing her eyes. “Shit sorry bro..” “No.. its ok Y/N.. Kozik said you had a bad dream and I fell back asleep..” She yawned. You walked over to her giving her a hug. She hugged you sleepily and walked to sit in Koziks lap. “Well babe, lets let the love birds be.” Happy smirked to Kozik. “Plus.. mom called. She is making homemade tamales. She asked if I wanted to come over. I told her I was with you and she threated if I didn’t bring you over today she was going to slit my throat…” Happy groaned thinking about his mothers comment. “Well, your lucky I love you and am not vengeful, because honestly I’d love to see that.” Kozik and Lily chuckled. “Well.. bye brother.. please do not go on any dangerous mission.. Lily make sure he listens please.” She smiled at you nodding. You kissed Koziks head and then Lilys. Happy nodded to them, Sliding a hand around your waist.

After taking a shower and getting back to reality you looked over yourself in the mirror. “Mmm… lets call mom and take a rain check… I need my girl..” Happy whispered in your ear, licking down to bite your ear lobe. “Better be careful with how much we do the deed Mr. Lowman. No matter what birth control I am on.. Yona is gunna happen if we keep going at like we do.” He chuckled a bit. “You know I wouldn’t mine having a kid right now with you..” you froze. “No. No kids. I got way too much stuff to do in my life yet.” You felt his chest rumble against your back with a laugh. “Alright, alright..” He kissed your neck before going downstairs. “We taking the bikes or jeep? Or both?” “She wants to see Kozy so we can take your Jeep.” Nodding you slid on a pencil skirt and a nice blouse. Sliding on some flip-flops you and Happy walked out, getting Kozy situated in the back.

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gingervsblondie · 5 years ago

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Blondie Has Servant Trouble (1940)

11:51 PM, Saturday, 19 October 2019

What a title, eh? The biggest first world problem of the 20th century. Needless to say, there are bigger problems in the world in 1940 than Blondie’s servant trouble, but here we are. I’m not in the best mood so why not take it out on this totally well-meaning but inconsequential piece of light entertainment from 80 years ago?

11:55

Hey so: the mailman Dagwood runs into in the intro isn’t the mailman he runs into in the movies proper. I don’t know if it ever was. Maybe in the first movie, I honestly don’t remember, but I don’t know who that guy in the intro is. He’s not the mailman I know and love from these great great flicks.

11:58

Hey, noir detective newspaper guy is back! I guess whatever drama I decided was going on behind the scenes last time is resolved now.

We may never know how much blood he has on his hands, how far he went, interrogating petty criminals in alleys, following the trail that ended at the dog-catchers, God rest their souls.

12:01 AM

So… I think a lot of what I’ve seen so far is stock footage, which isn’t something they’ve done to any noticeable degree in the previous movies. Maybe it isn’t though? I don’t know! I don’t trust myself. Maybe these movies are just so repetitive that I can’t believe that they filmed this stuff a second time anymore.

(Future Euan note: I’m pretty sure it wasn’t stock footage.)

12:03

So far, this entry seems to be about superstitions. You know, black cats, walking under ladders.

I’m kinda checked out. Which I can only apologize for. If you’re reading this I want to give you my all, but I mean YOU KNOW WHAT’S GONNA HAPPEN. YOU’VE SEEN OLD CARTOONS. Man I miss Dagwood and Blondie just chilling on the train.

12:07

Blondie: “Poor Daisy. Maybe she’s tired of doing the same thing over and over. I know I am.”

Holy shit, the movie heard me. I’m scared now. I’m feeling very vulnerable and I’m not ready for Blondie Has Servant Trouble to Sonic.exe me.

12:09

Dagwood just electrocuted himself atop a ladder at the top of a flight of stairs, which he then fell down. And all I can think is “man I wish Dagwood could die.”

12:15

Alexander Hamilton Bumstead has a kite.

Kinda like how Charlie Brown flies a kite.

...

You know, What Have We Learned, Charlie Brown has a really interesting sequence of World War II footage that’s hand-tinted in bright stylized colours. I could be watching that right now.

https://www.dailymotion.com/video/x3x6rhf