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peachpitfics · 4 years ago

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Mistletoe

Fandom: Criminal Minds

Request: No

Summary: Every year Rossi holds a Christmas Eve dinner, the Team and their little families attend. This is your first one, and coincidentally, you get caught under the mistletoe.

Length: 2.6k

Pairing: SpencerReid x Female!Reader

Content Warnings: ~none~

A/N: Hiiii, this is super fluffy and sweet. Hopefully the first of a few Christmas themed fics. I hope you like it!!

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You never had anywhere to go for the holidays. You had no real family, moved to a new state, and joined a new force only a few weeks ago. The new team you worked with was a tight knit family. They had been together for years and while they were welcoming and did their best not to exclude you, it was hard to bear the inside jokes and recalling of memories you were not a part of. What shocked and surprised you most about their bond, was the family Christmas held at Rossi’s huge house. Everyone, and their families would come, eat a glorious Christmas dinner, and spend it together.

You rang the doorbell and stood, rugged up on the doorstep, huge wooden and glass double doors in front of you. Dave answered the door, arms wide open as he took you in a loving embrace. “Thanks for inviting me” You shuffled into the house awkwardly, passing Rossi two bottles of wine as he showed you where you could shed your winter coverings. Rossi’s house was beautifully decorated from top to bottom. You were sure it had to have been professionally done. “Thank you y/n, this is great. I’m so glad you could make it out here tonight” Dave beamed at you, “And you look beautiful”. You hadn’t put too much effort in tonight but dressed nicely for dinner at least. What he said made you blush; you hid your face as he led you into the dining room. “Hey! Looks who’s here” Morgan smiled across the table. Garcia, sitting next to him, waving overly excitedly. You waved back, clearly not having had any eggnog. As you sat down, in between Hotch and JJ, Hotch poured eggnog into your glass and clinked glasses with you. “We’re just waiting on the kid, he said he was on the phone with his Mom. But he should be almost here” Rossi shared with them.

They all sat around the table, laughing at Garcia who was intoxicated, conversing over Christmas memories from their childhood. Not all of them were overly happy memories, just thoughts of a simpler time. “What about you, y/n? Favourite Christmas memory from when you were a child?” Hotch asked. Emily looked worriedly at you, she had been the one you spoke to and got to know out of everybody. “Well... um” Clearing your throat, you paused as Spencer walked in and slipped into his seat beside Garcia and across from you. “Yeah, okay. I think I was about 8... I was in my second group home and there were about 15 kids of all different ages. The church choir stopped by to sing carols to us in the evening; and, uh, we had a roast chicken, a lot of us had never experienced Christmas before so it was pretty wonderful. The church also brought us a box of second-hand toys, which was lovely. I think that’s probably the best one” Everyone stared at you in awe. The type of awe you were dreading. You shuffled uncomfortably in your seat as they started to notice that the staring was out of control. “I didn’t know you were a foster kid” Morgan said somberly, having grown up in an area with a lot of foster kids himself. “Yeah, I was. It wasn’t so bad” You smiled softly, begging someone to take the attention off of you. “Sorry I’m late, you guys, my Mother was reminiscing about Christmas in 1969” Spencer chuckled awkwardly. And that was the end of it, their focus was changed, and Spencer was explaining his Mother’s story, which in turn was quite boring.

Within 30 minutes, Rossi and several servers emerged from the kitchen, bringing platters and large bowls and more wine. It was the most extravagant thing you’d seen in your whole life. I’ve never even been a restaurant this nice, you thought to yourself, watching as they served. Rossi held in his hands an exceptionally large knife, whilst standing over the bird, gathering everyone’s attention. “For me, Christmas means being with family. Sharing it with you, makes it the most precious and special time of the year” Rossi paused, “To family”. Everyone raised their glasses and repeated the toast back to him. He carved the meat, and you all passed the fixings round the table. It was the most delicious food you’d ever had. You began to wonder if everyone with a family had a lovely Christmas like this every year.

Before long, the kids were playing hide and seek throughout the house as all the adults made their way into the awesomely large sitting room. Everyone gathered around, sitting in the settee’s or on the rug by the fireplace. “Anyone care for brandy and a cigar?” Rossi asked. “Am I in a game of Clue?” Garcia looked around the room, “Where the hell is Miss Scarlet, I want to ask her some questions”. People snickered at her comments, she got more sarcastically funny as she got further intoxicated. “No seriously, would anyone like a drink?” Rossi stood by his sideboard bar, crystal decanters lined up with matching glasses. “Scotch, for me Dave, thank you” Hotch nodded. “I’ll take one of those as well” Emily smiled. “Not for me, I’m driving” Will grinned at JJ, hoping she would have another drink and let her hair down a little. You noticed this and nudged JJ in the side, “I brought more wine” You raised your eyebrows cheekily at her.

She looked long and hard into your eyes, really thinking over how hectic the headache was going to be in the morning. “Screw it” She mumbled, caving in to your devilish look, “Go get the wine” She lightly tapped your arm. “Oh no, come on y/n, I’ll go” Rossi offered. “Seriously, it’s fine, I’m sure I won’t get lost on the way back or anything” You giggled, jumping up from the floor and heading towards the big arch way through to the foyer. “Hey, y/n!” Spencer stopped you in the doorway, “Would you mind getting me a glass of water?” He asked in a soft tone. You nodded happily; it was an easy request.

“Hold on...” Hotch said quickly. They all stared at you again. “You can’t move” Hotch smiled gently, “You’re under the mistletoe”. Everyone laughed and gaped as Hotch caught you out under the mistletoe. “What do you mean I can’t move?” You laughed, as if this were a silly game. “In the Rossi house, if you pause under mistletoe and get caught out, you have to wait there until someone kisses you” Dave explained. Obviously Hotch had been caught before and was now pointing out Rossi’s next victim. “Who’s gonna do it?” Garcia looked intrigued, waiting for the war between them to begin while you stood there, knees shaking at the thought of having to kiss someone on the team. “Well, I’m out” Rossi said, having reconnected with an old lover recently. Will and JJ snuggled closer together, that was an obvious no. Hotch uncomfortably sat back into the settee, smiling cheekily into his glass.

A few faces turned to Morgan. “Hey now, that’s usually my style, but I’m seein’ somebody at the moment” Morgan shrugged, hoping Penelope wouldn’t pull him apart over the comment he made. Which inevitably, she did. “Can’t I just go to the kitchen, come on, this is silly” You spoke over them, they were discussing among them who should be the one to kiss you and set you free from the nasty grip of the mistletoe. “It’s gotta be Reid” Emily’s voice rang out over all of the incoherent babbling.

Spencer had been laughing and watching this unfold around him, blending into the leather settee like a chameleon. Now that the faces turned to him, he flushed red and he eyes grew wider. “Ha ha, you guys” Spencer tried to redirect, blushing madly “Emily, it’s you! You know it’s you” He laughed awkwardly. “It could be me; I just don’t really think that’s y/n’s speed... whereas you...” She let the rest of the team join in on the end. “Yeah I don’t think she swings that way” JJ looked back at Emily, shaking their heads together negatively. “Which leaves you Spencer, everyone else is attached at the moment” Hotch's voice seemed confident and firm, but had a hint of a giggle in it.

This started to seem like a set up to you, everyone was grimacing, smirking up at you. No one else tonight had been caught under mistletoe and there was no shortage of it in this house. You crossed your arms in front of you and lovingly glared back at each of them. “Come on Spence” JJ grabbed his knee and shook it, as if this provided some sort of moral support. “Spencer! Spencer! Spencer!” Penelope started a chant and within seconds, they had all joined in. “Okay! Okay, okay, you can stop doing that now. The peer pressure has worked” Spencer’s face couldn’t not smile. His cheeks tugged tightly at his lips, and though his face was red, he looked pleasantly excited. Reid stepped over JJ and slowly approached the door frame. He got closer to you, looked into your eyes, and pursed his lips, eyes widening as if to say, “This is weird”. He rocked back on his heels for a moment, hands awkwardly in his pockets. You remained still, one eyebrow raised in shock, arms still folded in front of you. “Come on pretty boy, we haven’t got all night” Morgan teased, Garcia gripping onto him, her eyes as wide as possible so she didn’t miss anything.

In an instant, he lunged forward, a hand landing on your cheek and one at the small of your back. Spencer planted his lips onto yours, you could almost feel him smiling into it. Your arms softened and untangled as they found their way onto his chest in front of you. As you parted, the embarrassing hail of whoops and clapping arose. Spencer stepped back giggling, hiding his face from his colleagues. You pursed your lips together and held your fingers to your lips briefly, surprised at how good that felt. “I’m gonna go grab that wine now” You blushed, laughing along with the hyenas in the sitting room. Pausing slowly at the fridge, your head hitting the metal, you exhaled from deep in your lungs. Never in your life did you think you would be in such a position. But you were happy and almost grateful for your embarrassing workmates.

You returned with the wine, rose coloring still in your cheeks. Spencer was now playing with the kids under one of the many Christmas trees and you retook your position on the rug with JJ and Will, pouring them both a glass of white wine. No one teased anymore, no one laughed. There were just separate pods of conversation. Eventually, after picking up sleepy children off the couches in the lounge room, JJ and Will were thanking Rossi for such a lovely evening. Hotch not far behind with Jack. Those that were left were Morgan and Penelope, desperately arguing over whether or not ‘Die Hard’ was a Christmas film. Rossi and Emily, who were debating finer Scotches and Whiskeys. You watched on, amused by their friendships, and longing to be one of them. Until you noticed that Spencer had gone. You got up from the rug and wondered through the house, finding him on the balcony off the dining room.

You unlatched the door, alerting him to your presence. “Hey” He smiled softly at you. “Hey” You sounded unsure, “I’m sorry if that was super weird for you in there”. He chuckled under his breath slightly as you approached and stood next to him in the cold night air. “You know, I thought it would be... But it was... nice” He nodded, tucking his smile into his scarf. You tried to look away, hiding the permanent smile plastered on your face. “It was nice” You said gently. Spencer turned towards you, and unintentionally looked you up and down, “You must be so cold” He said, shedding his coat and draping it across your shoulders. You looked at the soft brown tweed and curled your nose, “But now, you’ll be cold”. “Doesn’t matter” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Spencer I-” He interrupted quickly, “Can I have a do over?”. “Sorry, what?” You shook off whatever you were going to say and clarified you heard him correctly. “I just- I would have kissed you differently, had they not set me up and cheered like an audience” He closed his eyes, “ I would have kissed you differently”.

Without saying anything, you slid your icy cold hand into his. Warmth radiated from his large hands as his fingers slid between yours. You pulled his hand and turned him to face you. “You can kiss me again” You mumbled. His eyes were so dark and deep, he held eye contact with you, bringing his face slightly down to meet you in the middle. His soft lips, tripping over yours hungrily. His breath warm on your face. His tender hands, not so gingerly on respectful places on your body like before. One hand slid up to your neck, lightly holding on, but eventually wrapping around to grasp the back of your neck. His other hand placed further south of the small of your back, pulling your whole body into him as his tongue delved into your mouth. You tried to move your hands, you tried to do anything, but your brain was completely overwhelmed and stunned by the warmth and pleasure washing over you.

He pulled away, kissing your cold nose, along your jawline. Pressing on last kiss to your lips, and then to your forehead as he wrapped his arms around you. Your body sunk into him. Even without his jacket, he was still so warm, and it was so inviting. You wrapped your arms around his back and held onto him as tightly as he held onto you. “This is a better Christmas story than the one I told before” You muttered at a giggle into his woolen jumper. Spencer smiled into the nape of your neck. “God, I hope so” He laughed, and you felt his whole body move against yours. After a while, you parted and just stood snuggled together on the balcony. “They really set us up, big time” You pondered. “I can’t believe Emily blabbed” Spencer shook his head. You looked sharply up at him. “Blabbed?” You asked confusedly. “Yeah... I kind of told her I had a crush on you” He tried to hide his face but you wouldn’t let him, you grabbed his hand and held it in your own. “Oh my god” That same old shocked expression was strewn back across your face. “I know, it’s super embarrassing and I’m sorry I didn’t -“ You interrupted him this time, “No, Spencer, I told Emily I had a crush on you” You said quickly, without thinking.

Both of you, stunned, really thought about how devious Emily was. Why did we do that? You asked yourself; the answer quite simply was, she was a very open person and people often told her their secrets. “I guess, I’m glad I told her” Spencer smiled, “Because otherwise I never would have got to kiss you”. You leaned up to his lips and kissed him again. “Now, you can kiss me anytime you want” You whispered to him, that gorgeous smile still fighting its way onto his face.

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Inside, Emily and Rossi stood in the doorway of the dining room, peering out onto the Balcony like a pair of sneaky teenagers. They had been watching for several minutes, and though they couldn’t hear the conversation, they knew they were busted for setting the whole thing up. “Thanks again, Dave” Em raised his glass of scotch to Dave’s brandy, both of them grinning like school girls. “Absolutely anytime, my dear” They clinked glasses and walked steadily back into the sitting room, arms around each other.

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candyopala · 3 years ago

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Stuck in his ways, Chapter 5

Chapter Summary: Y/N’s training begins, but not before she discovers one of Obito’s secrets.

Words: 1.7k

AO3

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5:30 in the morning. It is the sixth time Y/N has woken up. This whole concussion thing has messed up her whole sleeping schedule, she tried her best to get some rest, but to no avail. She ended up sleeping for about fourteen or fifteen hours between small intervals, but she feels worse than before.

Y/N drags herself out of bed, makes some coffee, and brushes her teeth, the whole deal. Having a constant roof above her head is nice, she has to admit that. Not having to worry about wild animals and the climate is cool, but the warmth of a bed is the best part of it. Tying her brand new bandana on her forehead, she leaves the small apartment and heads to the training grounds on the outskirts of the village.

She makes her way through the village’s main market, trying to avoid stumbling onto the hundreds of busy people bustling around her. Watching people attend to their duties and following their routines has always been a hobby of hers, she always found interest in seeing people who can afford to do the same thing every day, have some sort of routine. Can she consider herself one of them now? No, maybe not. Ninjas are always doing different missions and whatnot; their routines are as fucked up as a merc’s. Maybe she can become a baker in another life, who knows?

Around the corner, a hand blocking her way surprises her. At the end of it is a medium height man with his hair tucked into some sort of fabric, with bits of brown hair coming out of the sides. The man holds a toothpick between his lips, accompanied by a smug smile and an attitude that instantly annoys Y/N.

“’Sup babygirl, how come I’ve never seen you around?”

“I’ve been busy for the last 26 years”

“Busy living in my dreams, I bet”

“Busy fucking you mom, actually”

The sleazy type is the worst in Y/N’s opinion. Nothing disgusts her more than someone who thinks they’re hot shit just because they’re attractive. She pushes him away and keeps on walking.

“Ouch! Feisty, I like that. I’ll remember ya!” he states as he leaves the scene with a wink and a flick of his toothpick.

This has to be a joke, what a douchebag.

Going back on her way and observing the people, she closes into a mass of messy short black hair. The man has his back turned to her, but by the jonin vest and height, she assumes it could be… no, wait… it could not be! This man is helping an old lady carry a shitload of groceries, he would never be nice enough to do that.

Could it be him!?

From afar, she changes angle to try and catch a glimpse of his face. After much difficulty dodging busy locals, she is able to see clearly and… it’s Obito! Obito Uchiha helping a poor old lady carry her stuff, I wish I had a camera on me. She thinks of approaching him, but she decides against it in favor of watching from a distance to see where this goes.

Turns out the frail woman lives on the other side of town. Obito sure enough has carried all that stuff through the worst climbs Y/N has ever seen on a city. But that was not all: he was being extra nice. He laughed at all her jokes and even smiled back at her. This is grade A entertainment.

When they finally reach her destination, the old lady pulls out a lollypop and gives it to him. Y/N immediately loses her shit, almost falling from the ceiling she is in because of her fit of laughter. Before she can compose herself, she notices a presence behind her. She was discovered, but who cares? She has seen enough. Obito towers above her, trying to look intimidating, but failing to do so since he has a lollipop on his mouth.

“First you invade my house, now you’re following me. Are you sure I’m the one who should be called a creep?”

“Well, you’re right. Maybe I’ll start calling you… Granny Simp Uchiha©, how about that?”

“I hate you”

“Ow, I’m so hurt, oh my god, how could you? But seriously, I didn’t mean to intrude, but when I saw that… I needed to see more to believe it” She states as she breaks into another fit of laughter

“Let’s go, we’re late for training”

“Have you ever been on time a day of your life, though?”

“Never, I’ll probably be late for my own funeral”

“Fair enough. Wait, did you just make a joke that’s not on my expense?”

“Oh no, your dumbassery is influencing me!” He raises his gloved hands ironically

“Shut up”

~”~

They both reach the training grounds at around 7:30, late but not a whole lot, thanks to Obito’s kamui. Obito will have to make some slight modifications on the mission report to avoid Minato’s wrath. After a quick warmup, Obito goes straight to the point:

“How much do you even know about jutsu?”

“Well… I can do that chakra punch, maybe walk on water and trees or release genjutsu, but that’s all.”

“Not even a clone or some substitution jutsu?”

“Nope”

“So you’re basically an academy student with enough brute force to take down S rank criminals… That’s… odd”

Y/N scratches the back of her head, clearly embarrassed by her lack of training. Obito did not expect to have to teach such basic things. I mean, if he wanted to teach people stuff he would have signed up for a job at the academy. He still cannot believe Minato sensei is putting him up to this babysitting job.

He needs to do well on this mission if he wants to get back onto the Hokage’s good side and guarantee his position as the next one. This is his second day with Y/N and things have been insane and… fun? No, he should not be thinking like that. Perhaps he should also go talk with Kushina and ask her to convince sensei to let him go from this one; he was always her favorite after all.

“Granny simp? You ok? Did I disappoint you that much?”

Obito fixes his bandana’s position over his left eye, trying to get himself out of his head. He is here now, so he had better get to work. If he can control himself enough not to put her under a nasty genjutsu for calling him that again, that is.

“Call me that again and I’ll tell everyone that you saw me naked”

“You were not naked, dickhead. And what’s wrong with that?”

“Uhm…?”

“…?”

“Anyway… we’ll start with some cloning jutsu. Have you ever done any seals?”

“Only one or two”

“Try to copy what I’m doing”

“Hey! Stop doing it so fast!”

She honestly seems to be giving her best, but her hand signs are not quite right and the chakra distribution on her network must be all wrong, judging by her failure in producing something that seems to be remotely human. This takes Obito’s memory back to his old academy days, back when he could not do a single clone properly. He would spend whole nights awake training to achieve something passable. Rin helped him a lot back then. The only thing he has ever taught someone was that sexy jutsu to Naruto. To say Kushina was mad was an understatement.

“Concentrate your chakra all along your body, not only on your hands”

“Hum… right, can I get a lollipop after this?”

Four hours later and Y/N has finally mastered two basic jutsu: substitution and cloning. She almost passed out several times due to exhaustion, but thanks to some food pills, she is enduring todays training much better.

Obito has been analyzing her every movement with his sharingan. Looking closely her techniques lack grace, truly a sign of someone who learned everything they know by experience. He needs to fix that too.

Her endurance is also remarkably low. If she were to fight right now, she could do maybe two or three jutsu before passing out, making her rely solely onto her speed and blade habilities. The girl is more of a samurai than a ninja at this point. Examining her file earlier, he noticed that her chakra reserves are not that low as she has stated before, according to the medical department she has an average quantity of it. She just lacks the ability to use it properly.

Some very hard work is in order; it could take some months to get her into decent shape. That would be too much time and effort for Obito, there has to be another way of dealing with this mission quicker.

He did not want to do this, but he will have to talk to Kakashi for some teaching tips. Hell, if he was able to teach anything useful to Naruto he will be able to come up with a routine to help Y/N’s training.

I just hope he doesn’t decide to bother me about this situation…

After dropping Y/N on her house, with much protest from her part, Obito heads to the village’s café to meet with Kakashi Hatake. He knows that the ninja likes to spend his late afternoons reading his porn books accompanied by some coffee, disgusting stuff if you ask Obito. The coffee, that is. He has no formed opinion on porn books.

Approaching the store, he spots his friend’s mass of upward pointing grey hair. Something is different about him, though. Kakashi is usually… a very apathetic person. The look he gave Obito had chills running the Uchiha’s spine, he looked, well, excited.

“Obito! I finally found you! Sit down”

Aliens killed him and this is a body double. Or this is one of Gai’s practical jokes. Obito is honestly stumped.

“Are you ok bakashi?”

“Great! So… who’s the girl?”

Great, just awesome.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”

“Of course you know, everyone is talking about how you were seen walking up and down with some mysterious gal. I’m so happy for you! Finally you’re going to stop being a sad grumpy bachelor! I’ll call dibs on the position of best-man” and suddenly Kakashi jumps up from his seat, coming closer to Obito’s face “Have you guys done it yet? Did she run away from you and now you need my advice? You could use some techniques from Icha I-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Those books are rotting your brain, seriously what the hell?”

“So is it true?”

#Obito #Jonin Obito #obito x reader #obito x you #obito uchiha #uchiha obito #uchiha #naruto fanfiction

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twoidiotwriters1 · 4 years ago

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Written In The Stars CVI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

Words: 3,994

Series’ Masterlist

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Chapter Four: Family.

Mel was definitely not a fan of having Harry around.

This was the first morning with him in the house and she'd decided to adopt a diplomatic attitude towards him, a respectable host with a guest that had to be looked after. Harry wasn't happy about this but he wasn't fighting it, part of him felt he deserved it.

"Right, you lot, you need to be careful, because doxies bite and their teeth are poisonous. I've got a bottle of antidote here, but I'd rather nobody needed it. When I say the word, start spraying immediately. They'll come flying out at us, I expect, but it says on the sprays one good squirt will paralyze them. When they're immobilized, just throw them in this bucket. All right — squirt!"

Mel loathed the chores, but she was helping the twins to snuggle a few doxies, their mother wasn't going to be watching her.

"Fred, what are you doing? Spray that at once and throw it away!"

"Right-o!" Fred happily obeyed. As soon as his mother turned around he gave it to Mel, who pocketed it.

They were doing a new type of sweets called Skiving Snack boxes that were meant to make you temporarily ill. Mel thought it was brilliant, she wanted to help as much as she could. The boys were explaining this to Harry in hurried whispers while Mrs Weasley was across the room next to Hermione.

"We take it in turns. George did the Fainting Fancies — we both tried the Nosebleed Nougat —"

"Mum thought we'd been duelling," said George.

"That was a fun night," Mel grinned.

"Joke shop still on, then?" Harry asked.

"Well, we haven't had a chance to get premises yet, so we're running it as a mail-order service at the moment. Flint's grandad helped us with that, knew some people that could help. We put advertisements in the Daily Prophet last week."

"All thanks to you, mate," said George happily. "But don't worry... Mum hasn't got a clue. She won't read the Daily Prophet anymore, 'cause of it telling lies about you and the Dumbledores."

"It was a kind of you to give away the money... they're doing their best with what they got," Mel said casually, avoiding his gaze. Although she could see Harry smiling out of the corner of her eye.

"Stay here," Mrs Weasley said firmly when the doorbell rang. "I'll bring up some sandwiches."

"Mundungus!" said Hermione, peering through the window. "What's he brought all those cauldrons for?"

"Probably looking for a safe place to keep them," said Harry. "Isn't that what he was doing the night he was supposed to be tailing me? Picking up dodgy cauldrons?"

"Yeah, you're right!" said Fred. "Blimey, Mum won't like that..."

"Bet mine won't either," Mel mumbled. "Dung's a funny idiot, but an idiot nonetheless..."

Fred, Mel and George crossed to the room and stood next to the door, discretely peering through it.

"Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley... Can't hear properly... d'you reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears?"

"Might be worth it," said George. "I could sneak upstairs and get a pair —"

"WE ARE NOT RUNNING A HIDEOUT FOR STOLEN GOODS!"

"Don't think you need 'em," Mel cringed.

"I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else," Fred smiled. "It makes such a nice change."

"— COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE, AS IF WE HAVEN'T GOT ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING STOLEN CAULDRONS INTO THE HOUSE —"

"The idiots are letting her get into her stride," said George. "You've got to head her off early, otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours. And she's been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever since he sneaked off when he was supposed to be following you, Harry — and there goes Sirius's mum again —"

Mel felt something push past her and she jumped away from it, crashing against Fred. Kreacher didn't even look up, mumbling nasty stuff rather loudly.

"...Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but she's no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my Mistress's house, oh my poor Mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum they've let in her house, what would she say to old Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do..."

"Hello, Kreacher!" Fred slammed the door to get his attention.

"Kreacher did not see Young Master," The elf immediately started, but he whispered again, "nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is."

"Sorry? Didn't catch that last bit," George taunted.

"Kreacher said nothing... and there's its twin, unnatural little beasts they are."

Mel snorted, already used to his insults she turned around and stayed near the door.

"...and there's the Mudblood, standing there bold as brass, oh if my Mistress knew, oh how she'd cry, and there's a new boy, Kreacher doesn't know his name, what is he doing here, Kreacher doesn't know..."

"This is Harry, Kreacher," said Hermione. "Harry Potter."

"The Mudblood is talking to Kreacher as though she is my friend! if Kreacher's Mistress saw him in such company, oh what would she say —"

"Don't call her a Mudblood!" said Ron and Ginny at once.

"It doesn't matter," Hermione replied, "he's not in his right mind, he doesn't know what he's —"

"Don't kid yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what he's saying," said Fred.

"Sirius said his family taught him that," Mel glanced at Harry briefly over her shoulder before turning back to the door. "He's been this lovely since day one..."

"Is it true? Is it Harry Potter? Kreacher can see the scar, it must be true, that's that boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it —"

"Don't we all, Kreacher?" said Fred, then he supported one hand on the wall and leaned towards Mel, whispering, "By the way, you still haven't explained why You-Know-Who's trying to kill you..."

"Jolly topic you picked there, don't you think?" Mel scoffed. "It's complex..."

"I'm smart enough," He leaned further, nudging her side.

"Stop!" She said a bit louder, gaining the group's attention. She cleared her throat and looked at Kreacher. "Stop mumbling under your breath, Kreacher, what are you doing here?"

"Yeah, what do you want anyway?" George nodded.

"Kreacher is cleaning," he said evasively.

"A likely story," Sirius walked into the room, startling her. "Stand up straight– Now, what are you up to?"

"Kreacher is cleaning. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black —"

"— and it's getting blacker every day, it's filthy," Sirius scoffed.

"Master always liked his little joke," Kreacher bowed again, "Master was a nasty ungrateful swine who broke his mother's heart —"

"My mother didn't have a heart, Kreacher. She kept herself alive out of pure spite."

"Whatever Master says... Master is not fit to wipe slime from his mother's boots, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw Kreacher serving him, how she hated him, what a disappointment he was —"

"I asked you what you were up to. Every time you show up pretending to be cleaning, you sneak something off to your room so we can't throw it out."

"Kreacher would never move anything from its proper place in Master's house... Mistress would never forgive Kreacher if the tapestry was thrown out, seven centuries it's been in the family, Kreacher must save it, Kreacher will not let Master and the blood traitors and the brats destroy it —"

"I thought it might be that," said Sirius, casting a disdainful look at the opposite wall. "She'll have put another Permanent Sticking Charm on the back of it, I don't doubt, but if I can get rid of it I certainly will. Now go away, Kreacher."

"— comes back from Azkaban ordering Kreacher around, oh my poor Mistress, what would she say if she saw the house now, scum living in it, her treasures thrown out, she swore he was no son of hers and he's back, they say he's a murderer too —"

"Keep muttering and I will be a murderer!" Sirius yelled, slamming the door shut after the elf left.

"Sirius, he's not right in the head," said Hermione, "I don't think he realizes we can hear him..."

"He's been alone too long," Sirius admitted, "taking mad orders from my mother's portrait and talking to himself, but he was always a foul little —"

"I admit he doesn't have all the blame," Mel interrupted. "Perhaps you should try and be kinder? I know he's a pain but maybe he'll calm down?"

"He's got my mother's morals way too engrained, little Em," Sirius shook his head, patting her shoulder softly. "I doubt I could do much."

"If you just set him free," Hermione pleaded, "maybe —"

"We can't set him free, he knows too much about the Order. And anyway, the shock would kill him. You suggest to him that he leaves this house, see how he takes it."

"Well, that's another thing we could try," Mel joked, earning a grin from the man.

Sirius walked towards the tapestry to take a quick look. Everyone followed.

"You're not on here!" Harry exclaimed.

"I used to be there," Sirius pointed to a hole. "My sweet old mother blasted me off after I ran away from home — Kreacher's quite fond of muttering the story under his breath."

"You ran away from home?"

"When I was about sixteen," said Sirius. "I'd had enough."

"Where did you go?" asked Harry, staring at him.

"Your dad's place," said Sirius. "Your grandparents were really good about it; they sort of adopted me as a second son. Yeah, I camped out at your dad's during the school holidays, and then when I was seventeen I got a place of my own, my Uncle Alphard had left me a decent bit of gold — he's been wiped off here too, that's probably why — anyway, after that I looked after myself. I was always welcome at Mr and Mrs Potter's for Sunday lunch, though."

"But... why did you..?"

"Leave? Because I hated the whole lot of them: my parents, with their pureblood mania, convinced that to be a Black made you practically royal... my idiot brother, soft enough to believe them... that's him." He pointed to the 'Regulus Black' on the base of the tree. "He was younger than me, and a much better son, as I was constantly reminded."

"But he died," said Harry.

"Yeah," said Sirius, his eyes darkening. "Stupid idiot... he joined the Death Eaters."

"You're kidding!"

"Come on, Harry, haven't you seen enough of this house to tell what kind of wizards my family were?"

"But he must've been so young!" Mel added.

"Were — were your parents Death Eaters as well?" Harry asked.

"No, no, but believe me, they thought Voldemort had the right idea, they were all for the purification of the Wizarding race, getting rid of Muggle-borns and having purebloods in charge. They weren't alone either, there were quite a few people, before Voldemort showed his true colours, who thought he had the right idea about things... They got cold feet when they saw what he was prepared to do to get power, though. But I bet my parents thought Regulus was a right little hero for joining up at first."

"Was he killed by an Auror?" Harry asked.

"Oh no... No, he was murdered by Voldemort. Or on Voldemort's orders, more likely, I doubt Regulus was ever important enough to be killed by Voldemort in person. From what I found out after he died, he got in so far, then panicked about what he was being asked to do and tried to back out. Well, you don't just hand in your resignation to Voldemort. It's a lifetime of service or death."

"D'you think he would've chosen differently if he'd had more time?" Mel wondered, more to herself than to Sirius. "That he would've followed you if he knew what Voldemort was truly planning to do..?"

"...I don't know."

She looked up at the man, there was a hint of something she couldn't quite place. Not anger or sadness... if she had to put a name to it, she'd say it was guilt.

"Lunch," Mrs Weasley walked in holding a tray with sandwiches and cake. Emily followed, holding a pitcher of pumpkin juice.

Harry and Mel stayed with Sirius, who was still examining the tapestry.

"I haven't looked at this for years. There's Phineas Nigellus... my great-great-grandfather, see? Least popular headmaster Hogwarts ever had... and Araminta Meliflua... cousin of my mother's... tried to force through a Ministry Bill to make Muggle-hunting legal... and dear Aunt Elladora... she started the family tradition of beheading house-elves when they got too old to carry tea trays... of course, anytime the family produced someone halfway decent they were disowned. I see Tonks isn't on here. Maybe that's why Kreacher won't take orders from her — he's supposed to do whatever anyone in the family asks him..."

"You and Tonks are related?" Harry asked.

"Oh yeah, her mother, Andromeda, was my favourite cousin," said Sirius. "No, Andromeda's not on here either, look — Andromeda's sisters are still here because they made lovely, respectable pure-blood marriages, but Andromeda married a Muggle-born, Ted Tonks, so —"

"You're related to the Malfoys!"

"The pure-blood families are all interrelated. If you're only going to let your sons and daughters marry purebloods your choice is very limited, there are hardly any of us left. Molly and I are cousins by marriage and Arthur's something like my second cousin once removed. But there's no point looking for them on here — if ever a family was a bunch of blood traitors it's the Weasleys."

"Which curiously enough, is a thousand times better than any of the ones on that tapestry," Emily offered a glass to Sirius, which he took without looking.

"Lestrange..." Harry said distractedly.

"They're in Azkaban," said Sirius, taking a large sip of pumpkin juice.

"They were there in Barty Crouch's trial," Mel mentioned, noticing Harry's face of concentration. "That's how you know them, Gla– Harry."

"Rodolphus's brother, Rabastan, was with them too." Sirius nodded.

"You never said she was your —"

"Does it matter if she's my cousin? As far as I'm concerned, they're not my family. She's certainly not my family. I haven't seen her since I was your age, unless you count a glimpse of her coming in to Azkaban. D'you think I'm proud of having relatives like her?"

"Sorry– I didn't mean — I was just surprised, that's all —"

"It doesn't matter, don't apologize... I don't like being back here. I never thought I'd be stuck in this house again. It's ideal for headquarters, of course. My father put every security measure known to Wizard-kind on it when he lived here. It's Unplottable, so Muggles could never come and call — as if they'd have wanted to — and now Dumbledore's added his protection, you'd be hard put to find a safer house anywhere. Dumbledore's Secret-Keeper for the Order, you know — nobody can find headquarters unless he tells them personally where it is — that note Moody showed you last night, that was from Dumbledore... If my parents could see the use it was being put to now... well, my mother's portrait should give you some idea..."

"You know, Padfoot," Emily said. "As far as I'm concerned. Your family is standing right beside you..."

Sirius smiled at her, and it was the first genuine smile he'd shared in the day. Emily put a hand on his shoulder and pushed the hair out of his face with the other.

"You are in desperate need of a haircut," She laughed. "You as well, Mel."

"I don't want one..." Mel held onto her hair with a pout. "I like how it looks!"

"And why should I?" Sirius said defiantly. "I don't leave the house anyway."

"Not leaving the house doesn't mean you can look like a madman," Emily turned to Harry and rolled her eyes. "The longer he stays here the more he acts like a fifteen-year-old..."

"There are two fifteen-year-olds standing in front of you," Mel reminded her.

"I wouldn't mind if I could just get out occasionally and do something useful," Sirius grumbled. "I've asked Dumbledore whether I can escort you to your hearing — as Snuffles, obviously — so I can give you a bit of moral support, what d'you think?" They all stared at Harry, watching as his smile faded a little. "Don't worry. I'm sure they're going to clear you, there's definitely something in the International Statute of Secrecy about being allowed to use magic to save your own life."

"But if they do expel me... can I come back here and live with you?"

Sirius shared a sad smile with Emily before replying.

"We'll see."

"I'd feel a lot better about the hearing if I knew I didn't have to go back to the Dursleys," Harry insisted, Mel had to bit her lip so she wouldn't smile.

"They must be bad if you prefer this place," said Sirius.

"Oh, he'd chose you anytime," Mel admitted. "I would too, even though you keep saying how much I bore you to death."

"Ah, quiet, you!" Sirius ruffled her hair.

"Hurry up, you four, or there won't be any food left," Mrs Weasley called.

"...And then Tonks stabbed the ghoul with her wand, but mum reckons that wasn't the best idea," Mel narrated to her uncle as he fixed the grandfather clock, which was extremely keen to shoot bolts at whoever passed by.

"I reckon so as well," Lupin replied. "Can you pass me the tweezers?"

Mel lifted the tool and continued. "You won't stay with us for the rest of the summer, then?"

"Haven't you grown tired of me?" He asked in amusement.

"This is the longest I've seen you since my third year at Hogwarts!" She pouted. "I'm delighted to have you around! Especially since my mum and Sirius insist on flirting when they're left alone..."

Lupin's wand slipped from his grip, he cursed under his breath.

"How come?"

"Don't tell me you haven't noticed," Mel rolled her eyes. "This isn't me making up some stupid tale, I'm certain they're up to something..."

"I don't think you should be talking about this with me, Mel. You should ask your mother..."

"I did!" She frowned.

"Did you?" Lupin cocked his head to the side.

"I tried!" Mel corrected. "I just... I know Sirius is having an awful time and my mum's not happy either but when they're left alone... dunno, they look happier."

Lupin stopped what he was doing and crouched to be at eye level with her.

"I want you to listen carefully, Mel. Sirius and Emily know how important their roles are for everything to work. They'd do it again if it meant you and Harry would be safe permanently. I'd do it too... whatever they have going on– yes, I've noticed– I'm sure they're old enough to figure it out themselves. Don't worry about it."

"I'm not worried, just curious," Mel shrugged. "Is the clock ready?"

Lupin stood up and examined it one last time.

"Good as new– Let's go have lunch with the rest."

Mel woke up early the morning of Harry's hearing. She walked into the kitchen to find her mother, Lupin and Sirius talking quietly.

"Little Em," Sirius raised a brow. "Had a nightmare?"

"No," She walked up to the table. "Can't sleep, but it's not because of the nightmares..."

"Harry?" Her mother put a cup of tea in front of her.

"Yeah," Mel frowned. "Why does everything always happen to him?"

The adults chuckled.

"Bet he could ask the same thing about you," Emily smiled.

Mr and Mrs Weasley walked in, both with tired smiles. After a few minutes, Tonks arrived as well, looking sleepy. She was talking about some Ministry business that Mel couldn't bring herself to care. Harry arrived not long after.

"Breakfast," Mrs Weasley stood up hurriedly.

"M-m-morning, Harry," yawned Tonks. "Sleep all right?"

"Yeah."

"I've b-b-been up all night... Come and sit down..."

Mel gave a start when Tonks accidentally knocked down a chair.

"Bloody hell," The girl hissed, hot tea had spilt on her hand.

Harry jumped too, holding onto his own hand with a scowl. Once again it was the same hand Mel had burned. No one but her seemed to notice.

"What do you want, Harry? Porridge? Muffins? Kippers? Bacon and eggs? Toast?"

"Just — just toast, thanks," said Harry, giving Mel a look before taking the seat next to her.

Mel groaned louder, but only he seemed to notice.

"What were you saying about Scrimgeour?" Lupin asked Tonks, trying to continue their talk.

"Oh... yeah... well, we need to be a bit more careful, he's been asking Kingsley and me funny questions..."

Every time Harry reached for something on the table and accidentally touched her, felt like pure hell. She was there because she cared, but it didn't mean she wanted him to be close.

"Molly, leave the boy's shirt, you're making me nervous," Emily said sharply, bringing Mel back from her sulking.

"...and I'll have to tell Dumbledore I can't do night duty tomorrow, I'm just t-t-too tired," Tonks finished.

"I'll cover for you," said Mr Weasley. "I'm okay, I've got a report to finish anyway... How are you feeling?" He asked Harry, the boy was oddly quiet that day. "It'll all be over soon. In a few hours' time you'll be cleared. The hearing's on my floor, in Amelia Bones' office. She's Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and she's the one who'll be questioning you."

"Amelia Bones is okay, Harry," said Tonks. "She's fair, she'll hear you out."

"Don't lose your temper," Sirius warned him. "Be polite and stick to the facts."

"The law's on your side," Lupin agreed. "Even underage wizards are allowed to use magic in life-threatening situations."

Mel gave a start for the second time that morning and touched the back of her neck. She turned to see if there was a leak on the ceiling before realizing Mrs Weasley was brushing Harry's hair with a wet comb, and cold water was falling on his neck. He must've been feeling really nervous and scared if she was able to feel that. Or maybe, after the incident of last June, they were more sensitive to these kinds of things.

"Doesn't it ever lie flat?" Mrs Weasley said grumpily.

Harry shook his head. Mel spoke for him.

"His hair's always like that."

"I think we'll go now," Mr Weasley said. "We're a bit early, but I think you'll be better off there than hanging around here."

"Okay," Harry stood up numbly.

"You'll be all right, Harry," said Tonks.

"Good luck," said Lupin. "I'm sure it will be fine."

"And if it's not," said Sirius. "I'll see to Amelia Bones for you..."

"Well, you'd scare her to death for certain with that crazy hair of yours," Emily said under her breath, Sirius smiled.

Mrs Weasley and Emily both hugged Harry.

"We've all got our fingers crossed," Mrs Weasley said.

Emily was too anxious to say anything, she cupped Harry's face lovingly and gave him a tense smile, nodding in agreement.

"Harry," Mel stood up abruptly when he was about to go, startling everyone.

He stopped, turned around and looked at her with a less absent expression than how he'd seen the others.

"I... er, I hope everything goes well," She said. "Hogwarts wouldn't be the same without you."

She mentally cursed herself for being soft, and five long seconds passed before Harry finally replied.

"Right," He said, sounding a bit hoarse. "Well... see you later."

Once he left, Emily got closer, putting a hand on her shoulder and squeezing lightly.

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argumentl · 4 years ago

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The Freedom of Expression Ep 9 - Housewives living in Yamagata prefecture referred to prosecutors for insulting Kawasaki Nozomi.

K: Hi, This is Dir en grey's Kaoru, getting started with another episode of The Freedom of Expression. Joe san,Tasai san, welcome.

J, T: Pleased to be here.

K: Ok, so today's theme, Joe?

J: Yes, lets take a look at this news. 'Insult to Kawasaki Nozomi. "She gives me the creeps". Housewives in Yamagata prefecture referred to prosecutors....

A 39 year old woman from Yamagata and a 45 year old female medical worker from Osaka are being referred to Tokyo area prosecutors by Harajuku police station. According to staff at Harajuku police station, the pair are suspected of exchanging insults like "She gives me the creeps" about Kawasaki on an online public parenting platform between the 8th and 9th of April. They both admit to the charge.'

Just from reading this, being referred to prosecutors for saying 'she gives me the creeps' is a bit..

T: Well, yeh, but if you look in more detail, over three years they actually wrote on this parenting forum stuff like, 'She should miscarry' or ' 'she's creepy', also 'she's insolent', 'lets set fire to her house', *1, quite extreme things.

J: So we don't actually know thier reason for writing this stuff do we?

T: They wanted to send a message to Kawasaki Nozomi's husband's blog, but they were blocked, or unable to do so for some reason, im not sure. This made them angry and they directed thier rage towards his wife.

J: They probably shouldn't target his wife, and getting that upset because they couldn't send a message..I don't really know.

K: Its not very clever, right?

J: Yeah, its really not.

T: Also, 'defamation', I havn't heard this in a while.

J: Yeh, well Kawasaki san probably felt some damage to her honour, and in reality, if they come near her house, its coming close to interference in her business. The police probably thought this kind of 'defamation' was grounds for referrering the case to prosecutors. Another possibility is that Kawasaki san hired a lawyer, who may have said they same thing....So, this happened on an online forum? I think we talked about this happening with someone else before, but how far can slandering be forgiven? I mean, in this case its being reffered to prosecutors, so, well, when does it become a crime? I think this is a really difficult point. This kind of thing hasn't been made clear in detail, but it may have similar requisites as harassment. But like, how far do you have to go for it to be sexual harassment?, how far to..???*2. This type of thing isn't specified in criminal law. I think this is a problem that will have different interpretations, that will change depending on the information. So, Kaoru, as an artist with your name and face in the public eye, you must get lots of supportive messages. But at the same time, you probably also get some not so supportive messages. How far can you tolerate those? Of course, even one nasty thing can hurt, but what what would you consider worth talking to the police about, for example?

K: Well, I havn't had anything as bad as this, but...???*3 seems creepy to me.

J, T: For sure

J: And in this case, Kawasaki san hasn't even done anything! She's just in the wrong place. Right from the start its like, 'Why me?!'

K: Yeh, cause she's pregnant isn't she?..with that..its scary isn't it?

J, T: It is.

T: So, Kawasaki san is a former AKB 48 member, and after she quit, she started up her own company and was quite successful, she's been categorized as a winner, there might be people who are jealous of her. But to this extent..?

K: Well, they wrote it thinking that they wouldn't be exposed, didn't they?

T: Do people get exposed?

K, J: They do.

J: But why would they intentionally write this on a public forum? Wouldn't you normally spout your jealousy at a bar or something, after a few drinks?

K: But this is the same as that.

J: They simply write it?

K: I think so.

J: Like a kind of public execution?

K: No, I don't think they are thinking that much about it.

T: I think people need to be more aware of how scary SNS can be.

K: People are writing stuff with no thought, so i also think its ok to ignore it really. Its a person writing wierd stuff off the cuff, its all over...I mean, recently.???? There are tonnes of people writing stuff without thinking. And then people see all these comments just like that...writing just like that, and seeing just like that. Strangely, you need to be able to ...???, and you need to be able to brush it off . You'll still always encounter SNS or online info, thats how I feel about it *4.

J: I see.

T: There have been sucides in Korea, famous people have committed suicide, because they got affected by what people wrote online. So it happens in other countries too.

K: Well, it does affect you, the first time you see it.

J: Well, yes. When I do radio I get called all kinds of names *the others laugh*, recently, ive gotten, '????', to one of my shows. And these people get carried away, right, so it just increases more. They just come out with insult after insult*5, like 'are you still at it?!' ...well, i think, at least they are listening, so im kind of thankful.

K: Yeah, yeah.

J: Like, im just always talking, it could be kinda annoying, so if theres someone out there listening, im grateful. *T laughing*

T: Doesn't it bother you, Joe?

J: Not usually, no. But sometimes they hit in a sensitive spot, right? *K, T laugh*

J: It shouldn't be a big deal ...but....right? Some people will even cry on the train home. Even though it hasn't been a big deal until now, some people will cry about it. Especially if im also having a tough time with work or personal life, it stings.

K: Well, you are only human.

J: Right.

Kami: It happens to me too.

J: Oh, Kami's here.

Kami: Yeah, that happens to me.

T: You're not bothered by that though are you?

J: Yeah, you're a god.

Kami: Well, they say im no big deal, unreliable, or useless or something like that, loads of things are said about me...'you cheater ' and such.

T: *laughs*

J: You cheater?

K: Cheater..? What did he do?

J: Yeah!

K: No, I havn't done anything! I havn't done anything. Maybe its because, they'll give thier shrine donation but I don't do anything in return.

J: Oh, that more like a case of money trasfer fraud in the end?

Kami: Well, yeah.

T: Are you doing well at your part time job Kami?

Kami: Yeah, im doing well.

J: Are you?

Kami: Yeah, I am, i am.

T: A pseudo account...

K: He's writing on one, right?

Kami: No, if stuff happens to my displeasure, I'll give out bad luck..as a fortune.

K: Did you say, 'I'll give out..' *laughs*

J: Kami, you're scary.

T: He is.

Kami: The people who insult me will go home with bad luck.

J: But there must be people all over the world saying stuff about you..

Kami: Yes, yes, yes.

J: It must be tough to search online for yourself?

Kami: Yes, that is tough.

J: Right?

K: He said once before that he searches for himself online, didn't he?

J: He did..I wonder how many hits you get per day with the god hashtag?

Kami: There are people saying this god is good, or that god is good, or there is only one god, or stuff like that. I don't even know which one they mean.

K: But aren't there many gods, but one in charge, right?

Kami: Who's in charge..im not sure.

*everyone laughs*

J: He doesn't even know?! Maybe you're a cheater because you're not even real?!

Kami: Some people say that about me.

J: Ok, prove to us now that you're real. At least, show us something that you've achieved. If not...if i mention it now, we've never seen you in person since the start, you just came down from the sky, and we just thought you were a god.

K: He just came all of a sudden, right?

J: Right! We've don't even have any proof that you're a god. We've had no choice but to believe you.

Kami: I'll refer it to prosecutors.

J: Eh? What do you mean?

T: Scary!

Kami: As defamation.

*laughing*

J: Oh, if we say stuff about you?

Kami: Yes, yes, its defamation. Bad luck for Joe.

J: Eh? Really? ...by the way, how for would you tolerate people badmouthing you, Kami?

Kami: Badmouthing?

J: Are there any insults where you think, 'This is really awful!'?

Kami: No, the things that are said about me are, im no big deal, that im unreliable, not in existence, or useless. That type of thing..'he's a cheater' and such.

J: I see.

T: Now that you mention it, thats sometimes said about Tokyo Sports too.

J: Yeahh

T: 'Go under'.

Kami: Yeh, its like Tokyo Sports.

J: Do people really say that to you? But you said before, right? Apart from the date, everthing is false. *everyone laughing*. Thats amazing, you can sell papers and make money like that? Is Tokyo Sports originally just like fake news?

T: Well, people all over the world like a good story don't they?

J: I see. Well, it excells in the field of sports newspapers. Tokyo Sports has tonnes of fans, doesn't it?

T: Yeah

K: Tokyo Sports is like, the different one.

J: Yes, its different.

T: Well, im grateful..

J: Really!

T: On the other hand, we aren't respected. The level of respect we get is really low. *the others laugh* But I want to keep eating, so I'll recommend it.

J: Ah, ok. Are you hiring..at Tokyo Sports?

T: No, not really.

J: You're not?

Kami: A normal newspaper puts articles out, right?

T: Yeah.

Kami: But Tokyo Sports is creative.

J: Ahh, yes. They are stories, right?

Kami: Very much like a god.

J: Tokyo Sports like a god?!

T: Will you come and work for us, Kami?..hourly rate 25% bonus.

J: Ohh, 1250yen!

K: What will you make him do?!

Kami: Hmm, hmmm.

T: He could start with cleaning the toilets.

Kami: A night shift would be more money. *laughs*

J: Kami, how about cleaning Tokyo Sports' toilets?

Kami: It would be an outrageous guy who makes a god clean the toilets.

J: No, that would be the real Toilet God*6.

K: ?!...You were aiming with that!

J: Err, yeh...kinda.

*everyone laughing*

K: It seemed on purpose

J: No, no, it just came to me. I thought it would be too good.

T: You sounded serious.

J:I've been exposed...I took a deep breath before I said it. My shoulders moved.

K: His face looks so camp now....Ok, well, lets finish up here. Err, everyone, please subscribe to this...show?

J: This channel.

K: Please subscribe to this channel..See you next time.

*1 Im not massively good at Japanese slurs.

*2,3 Couldn't catch these bits.

*4 He spoke so fast it all kind blurred onto one, difficult to understand.

*5 He's running off a list of slurs which his listener sent to him. Im not advanced enough in Japanese slurring to grasp each individual one.

*6 There is a toilet god in Japanese folklore, have a google :)

#dir en grey #the freedom of expression #tfoe #薫 #kaoru

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littleballofwhitemage · 4 years ago

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Prompt: Ferality

Well I’ve been sitting on this one since the middle of January and it’s still a WIP but lemme slide it in at the last minute. 👈🏽👈🏽

The day was going great till some Temple Knight’s came and carried me away from camp Dragonhead. I was literally about to go report to Lord Haurchefant when apprehended. I’m scared now, I hope I haven’t done anything wrong. I’m not aware of any laws I’ve broken. “I’m afraid I don’t understand gentleman what’s the problem.” They yelled at me to do something but won’t let me use my hands to explain that I’m deaf. This went on for the longest time then they shoved a picture in my face of Rielle. What do they want with her? She’s just a sweet little girl. They kept gesturing to the picture angrily and getting more agitated that I wasn’t responding to anything. Well good sirs if you could please unbind my hands, I will answer your questions and we can all go on our merry ways. But they didn’t. why are they treating me like a criminal? They don’t even seem to be trying to understand why I keep staring at them wide eyed and terrified. I just wanna go home to my friends.

6 hours. They fruitlessly interrogated me for 6 hours. Then they left me in the room typed up to the chair. These are expertly tied knots I can’t feel my hands anymore and know I have serious rope burns on my wrists. I never did get them to understand I couldn’t hear them or why they want Rielle for something. The man himself finally came sniffing around for me and burst through the doors. His expression was one of indignation as he rushed over and cut my restrains. I cradled my hands to my chest getting blood on my shirt and just cried. He took me to his home in Ishgard and hurried me into a room, ignoring everyone who acknowledged us. “What happened Shirojishi?” he asked me after bandaging up my wrists and I could feel my fingers again.

“I don’t know. They just came outta nowhere and dragged me into a building. I tried to ask them if I had done something wrong but they didn’t seem to understand or didn’t care and bound me. Then for 6 hours did nothing but yell at me for something. I don’t even know what. Maybe that I wasn’t answering them.”

“They? Whos they?” he wiped at some tears with a silky handkerchief. His other arm was around me tryna comfort me in a hug.

“Some Temple Knights. Atleast I think they were Knights they had similar armor.”

“I’ll be sure to get a word to Ser Aymeric about this. You’re more then welcome to stay here and recover.” I want to go back to Mor Dhona and be with them if they are really after Rielle but if they are tracking me I don’t wanna lead them straight to her. So I asked instead if he could see a letter delivered to Mor Dhona; the least I can do is warn them and tell them that I’m staying here a few days. Fray will try to rush here also filled with indignation and that unholy rage of his, but I must persuade him to stay with the Scions. For Rielle’s sake. And mine.

It’s been a few months since the random abduction and as expected Fray was livid. It took Sidurgu practically sitting on him to keep him from running out that door. I tried to tell him I was recovered from it, but he just motioned to his wrists while staring at mine. I still had the bandages on cause I didn’t wanna look at the wound or if any scarring occurred. I got another surprise visit from Haurchefant today he’s been doing this for the past few months. I told him many times before the visits weren’t necessary, he had work just like I did. Surely, they didn’t like it when he kept dropping everything to come and see me. He insists it’s the least he could do I was kidnapped under his supervision. “The world may not care that the warrior of light is a child, but I certainly do. All the more reason I wish you wouldn’t charge headlong into every dangerous thing that you’re told to do.”

“But I'm helping people, Lord Haurchefant. That’s what I want to do with my life. That’s why im a white mage.” He stepped closer and grabbed my hands but was pulled away by Fray, I didn’t even see Sidurgu stand up. They exchanged a few words then Haurchefant turned back to me.

“I see why you travel alone now. You never mentioned your boyfriend was a Dark Knight.” And with that he was rather hastily shown this meeting was over cause Fray picked me up and walked off. I waved to him as we entered dawn’s respite.

“why are they after Rielle? They just kept shoving her photo in my face.” He explained it was a sins of the father ordeal and Rielle was being hunted for his act of heresy. But she shouldn’t be held accountable for him much less when she was born like this. I don’t like this feeling in my chest tryna digest this revelation. Fray took my hand and told me I was getting angry at this. That’s a new one. I rarely get more then upset at something. “no surely you’re mistaken Fray I’m just-” I cut off and slowly put my hands in my lap, tryna find the word for the emotion I was feeling. The silence stretched for a few minutes before I looked back up at him and he spelled out a single word. Anger. It’s not that that I don’t think Rielle deserves this or that I shouldn’t be getting emotional over it, I’m just having a tough time processing.

I have vague memories of that day. The day I finally got angry at something. Now it’s just a regular occurrence. I see Fray always looking at me warily and talking to Sidurgu in what looks like a private manner, probably about me. My vague memories usually come to me in daydreams. I just remember blood, and lots of it. Tons of bodies belonging to Temple Knights were scattered in the harsh snow. I think was covered in blood as well. Sidurgu was there and he looked a little shaken. Rielle was like cowering behind him. And they were looking at me. But I couldn’t tell you why. I still try to stubbornly cling to non-confrontational ways but it’s increasingly difficult given the circumstances of my predicament. Atleast I found all my friends again in this strange land. Today I had to go to some weird city with Alphinaud, so I was like sure. Gotta make sure he’s not getting into anymore trouble. Again. We got to the city after passing through a shanty town and it struck me as odd. This wasn’t like back home in Ul Dah. There was a different feel to this wealth, I don’t know how to explain it. It felt uneasy is what im gonna peg it down as. It has every other requirement for the comparison. Shabby underbelly? Check. Rich people flaunting their wealth? Check. Poor shaming? Big ol check again. I saw all this while Alphinaud was drawing the Miqote couple. I’m a little unnerved by it all like something’s definitely not right here. It’s too……...perfect.

There was a commotion in the uppermost level so we all piled into that room and there on the ground was our Miqote friend. The one that stole from us to get into this city. I rushed forward and Alphinaud followed. Hes bleeding badly from his forearm onto the floor. That’s a nasty gash I wanted to immediately kneel down and heal him but Alphinaud was one step ahead of me. There it is again. That feeling of anger bubbling up in my chest threatening to spill over. Then he went on a spill about how this man has wronged him and I blacked out again. When I had come to, he told me I had tried to lunge at Vauthry and attack him after blacking out. Not that he entirely blames for it. Fray would be yelling at me for getting so upset. He doesn’t like it when I mimic what he does with that sword. I made him swear not to tell Fray anything about these blackouts I keep having, I hate how worried he looks when I tell him. I can’t understand beyond the face value of why he gets so bent outta shape. Face value being attacking people is obviously wrong. On a visit back to the Source I knew what I had to do. I’m an adult now and most importantly this anger isn’t going away or subsiding. It’s only growing in intensity. So I independently picked up Dark Knight. He may hate me for this but I don’t know what else to do.

#is that a bit of a jealous boyfriend I see? 👀#seaswolchallenge #fray myste #ffxiv #ffxiv haurchefant

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blackmissfrizzle · 5 years ago

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Worth It- Pt. 2

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Summary: The reader has a brief encounter with Sean.

Characters: Marcel x black!reader, OMC x black!reader, Klaus x black!reader????

A/N: This part was really fun to write. I hope y’all enjoy it as much as I did to write it. Also, your girl is feeling a bit confident writing for Klaus so more fics with him might be coming soon. Happy holidays!

“Listen just tell momma and daddy that they either need the get with the program or get left. Because a man as fine as Marcel Gerard is mmph!” Your sister, Bianca emphasized with a chef’s kiss. She was probably the only one in your family, who approved of your relationship with Marcel. Bianca always said love is love and anyone who tries to stop it is just bitter.

“But I do say, you should get a little taste of Sean. Marcel is a refined gentleman, but Sean is hoodnificent! Let him crack that back at least once.”

You stopped gathering the herbs around your shop, to pinch Bianca’s arm for suggesting something so outrageous. “Girl, are you crazy? Marcel will have the boy’s head on a stick, and I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“FIONNNE!” Bianca commented.

Both of you were too busy arguing with each other to hear the door chimes, but the voice that spoke got your attention. “Indeed, Marcellus would have the boy’s head on a stick. I taught him well.”

“Klaus, what are you doing here?”

He lingered around the shop, touching little trinkets, trying his best to intimidate you. “Imagine my surprise when I walk downstairs to see Diego and Thierry knocked out and you missing.” Now he was dangerously close, whispering into your ear, wrapping one your curls around his finger. “I do believe Marcel instructed you that you couldn’t leave the house without supervision.”

“Girl, add him to the list too. I bet he does all types of nasty things in the bed.” Bianca whispered into your other ear.

Klaus maneuvered his head around you to look at Bianca. He was giving her that famous smirk of his. “Would you like to find out?”

You moved in front of your sister to block her view of Klaus, because she would definitely take him up on his offer. “Nuh uh. None of that, you hear me?” You pointed at the two. “Anyway, the reason I ditched the bodyguards is that I have a business to run. A business that is frequented by witches. Witches hate vampires. So, don’t you think two vampire bodyguards, especially two that are Marcel’s best friends are bad for business?”

“Ok, then I’ll stay. I don’t need to suffer through Marcel’s groaning about how you were left unsupervised.”

“Oh no, you’re not! The witches hate you even more!” Your protest went unanswered as Bianca asked about his baby and he proceeded to show her pictures. Both ignored you, so you just went about your business as usual.

Customers would walk in and do a double take once they saw Klaus. Some would try to leave, but Klaus told them to ignore him and some would get over it and listen to him, but with others Klaus had to calmly threaten to remove their head from their shoulders for them to continue to shop. You didn’t know if you should be mad or grateful, but at the end of the day you were still making money.

It was getting close to closing time when a last-minute customer walked in. You were busy stocking the shelves, so you didn’t have a chance to see who it was. “Welcome, we’re about to close in ten minutes, but I can help you with whatever you need.”

You felt a tap on your thigh, and you looked down to see probably one of the most beautiful chocolate men you’ve ever seen. “I need you to get down, cher before you hurt yourself,” said the stranger. Before you could reprimand him for touching you, he put his hands on your hips and pulled you from the shelf.

“Who the hell do you think you are putting your hands on me?” Klaus watched the scene closely but didn’t intervene. He knew you could hold your own and would only get involved if necessary.

“I’m your fiancé,” he smiled, revealing a bottom row of a gold grill. Bianca was right Sean is hoodnificent. His attire was all black accented by gold jewelry. He had on a turtleneck and a gold chain and the Lord knows you’re a sucker for that combo.

(Sean’s face claim)

You just noticed he had two other witches with him when Marcel, Thierry, and Diego burst through the doors. Sean lifted your hand to his lips, “Until we meet again, chérie.” With a blink of an eye him and the other witches disappear.

“Search the whole damn Quarter! I want him found!” Marcel ordered Diego and Thierry. When his eyes met yours, you knew you were in deep shit. He was at the level of pissed off that he didn’t even acknowledge Bianca or Klaus. He just grabbed your hand, shoved you into the car, and drove to the Mikaelson’s.

“Are you going to talk to me or continue to give me the silent treatment?” You were back at the manor, sitting at the dining table watching Marcel pace back and forth. He hadn’t said a word to you since you were in the car.

Nodding to yourself, you got up to leave. “Ok, the silent treatment. Let me take my black ass home then.”

Marcel moved in front of you and back you into your seat. “You’re not going anywhere.”

“Oh, ladies and gentlemen he talks!”

“Stop fucking trying me, Y/N.” Marcel warned you.

“Stop treating me like a fucking child then, Marcel!” Granted, you didn’t listen to his instructions, but you really tried. You lasted 3 days before you started getting antsy and tired of constantly being followed. Today was the sixth day when you made your escape and you felt that you could finally breath. “I can’t do it Marcel. I’m not meant to be locked up like some criminal.”

“You think that’s what I’m doing? All I’m trying do is save our relationship!”

“Like you do with New Orleans? Trying to stifle me and make me follow your rules? You know why my parents hate the idea of me dating you? Its because you ran the wolves out the quarter and forbade any witch from doing magic! You can’t control people like that. Its not right!”

“And your parents making you marry someone against your will is not the same?” He asked, getting closer to you.

Sneering your face, you replied, “Well, if you weren’t such a power-hungry asshole, they wouldn’t be making me.”

Marcel rolled his tongue around his mouth. “That’s how you really feel, huh? After knowing why, I forbade the witches from using magic?”

You cupped his cheeks, showing the first sign of affection since the incident at your shop. “I get why. You did it to save Davina but know she’s safe and you’re still trying to control everyone. New Orleans does not solely belong to just the vampires, or just the wolves, or just the witches. It belongs to everyone. But everyone is too damn selfish to see that. But hey, do what you gotta do. I’m gonna go to bed if that’s alright with you.”

Before you walked off, Marcel gave you a soft peck to your lips and murmured good night against your lips. No matter how pissed off he was at you, he couldn’t go without telling or showing you that he loved you.

“Now that’s the Queen of the Quarter,” Marcel heard Vincent say. Him and Klaus were standing next to each other, smirking at Marcel.

“How long have you two been listening?”

“Long enough to know that you better smarten up or you’ll lose the lovely Y/N to that witch or to someone more dashing.” Klaus informed him.

He ran up to Klaus and punched him in his jaw. “I’m not in the mood, Klaus.” Klaus got up and chuckle at him, not even mad that Marcel punched him.

“I can’t help it if your girlfriend is so charming.” Klaus teased some more.

Vincent shook his head and got in between the two vamps, before a real fight broke out. “Can you not antagonize him, man? Dude’s already on edge.”

Klaus sidestepped Vincent to get to Marcel. “Nope. Not until he tells us the real reason, he’s so mad.” Klaus circled Marcel, trying to gauge his reaction.

“He’s pissed because Y/N left, plain and simple.”

Raising a finger and ticking his head no, Klaus replied, “No, that’s not it. We all expected Y/N to break out. A woman like that, you can’t keep caged in.” Klaus stopped circling Marcel and stood in front of him, staring him down with a condescending smirk. “I wager the King of the Quarter was upset of the sight he saw tonight. It was but for a fleeting moment, but there, nonetheless. Y/N was intrigued by her witchy suitor. Before he thought of the witch as an annoyance, but tonight proved he might be more competition than he hoped for. Am I right?”

His nostrils flared as Marcel listened to Klaus correctly pinpoint his anger. When Marcel saw Sean’s hands on you and you not being immediately turned off made him worry. Sean was obviously closer to you in age and you both had similar upbringings. But the thing that worried Marcel the most was the one thing Sean could give you that he couldn’t, a baby.

“If I’m not back by the time Y/N wakes up, tell her I’m out doing business.” Marcel informed Klaus. He had to find and kill Sean before he could steal you away from him.

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agentnorthdakota · 4 years ago

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It's A Lot so you don't have to do all of them obviously but all odd numbers for Lark and all even for Cauterize

Collin I’m love you <3 I may not get through them all and I’m gonna skip the less relevant ones but you bet I’m gonna answer a lot of them. Under a readmore because this is gonna be a Lot lol.

1. Lark - Why did they choose their class(es)? their subclass(es) When they were a teenager they went to see a powerful, retired bard named Marsha who offered magical fantasy transition to anyone who desired it. While there, they were inspired by how welcoming she was, and by her masterful piano playing. They learned the basics of music from her and continued that path after they left. (College of Lore bards just get the real good perks imo lol)

2. Cauterize - Before they met their party, what was their main goal? We haven’t played yet so he hasn’t met his future party members, but his goal is basically to earn a living and go unnoticed. And the past he left behind finds him, to burn it out and finish it off once and for all.

4. Cauterize - If they could learn one spell that isn’t available to them at present, which spell would it be? Well he’s a monk so he has very limited magical abilities. Fireball would be sick but very attention-grabbing. He would enjoy Vicious Mockery, but Disguise Self would prove the most beneficial (for low-level spells considering he’s level 3).

5. Lark -Do they follow a higher power? what are their thoughts on divinity? Hard no. They don’t put much faith in the gods, even though they know they exist. In Lark’s mind, the life they have is theirs to live however they damn well please, and they’re going to make the most of it, because nothing is waiting for them afterwards

8. Cauterize - What are three songs that suit them? He has a playlist! https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3FzJakPSGPq9KL4snLcqW6?si=a53d2c47077a4d5d But the three of my favourites for him are: Just One Yesterday (Fall Out Boy, Foxes), Prodigal Son (Rationale), and Sunrise (High Dive Heart)

9. Lark - Do they care about their appearance? how much effort do they put into presentation? OH BOY do they ever. Lark is absolutely the type to spend an hour getting ready every morning, even when adventuring. They're very particular about their fashion and overall appearance, and a majority of the time they're putting on some kind of performance to be more attractive/charming. They only really let their guard down around their party, and particularly around their partner. Sidenote that they don't like getting dirty ex. going into the sewers, but they will if they have to. It also took them some time to become okay with the prominent scars on their face, and the other nasty scars they've picked up during their adventuring.

10. Cauterize - How often do they lie? what situations cause them to be dishonest? HA! Like, all the time. He has his fair share of secrets to keep, which means lying and deflecting when anything personal comes up. He's also a criminal, so he has to be careful about what he says and to who.

11. Lark - What skills are they proficient in? why? As a College of Lore Bard, just like. So Many. Sleight of Hand (+7), stealth (+7), investigation (+6), insight (+11), perception (+11), deception (+15), intimidation (+10), and persuasion (+15). Most of them are skills they picked up from their time as a honeytrap, deceiving, seducing, and stealing from nobles. Perception they honed during their journey because the party needed someone with an eye for danger.

12. Cauterize - Have they ever been in love? Once. Or at least, the closest thing to love he's ever felt, he didn't get much of a chance to explore it.

13. Lark - What do they dislike about themself? why? Oooh this is a hard one for them, because they have a Bit of an ego. But I'd say their tendency to push people away, and how they worry they're always too close to having their bad habits slide into addiction.

14. Cauterize - What is something they love about themself? Oh see now this one's equally difficult! Because Aut does not have much of an ego, he's always careful to stay humble and is fairly pessimistic. Love is a strong word, but he's proud that he takes control of his own life and future.

15. Lark - do they trust their party? why or why not? At the beginning Lark (Virus) didn't trust anyone (except Rancor their familiar). Trust was foolish, and letting people in on your secrets gave them power over you. But they've slowly learned to trust their party member with their life and their secrets. Mostly thanks to Kairos' stubborn persistence and affection lol.

16. Cauterize - What are their feelings on the people who raised them? Ooh this one's too spoiler-heavy to really answer, but Not Good.

17. Lark - What do they dream about, when their dreams are their own? Hmm this is a tough one, I haven't given much thought to their dreams. Their nightmares definitely consist of the times they've had to kill people, and maybe the rare nightmare of their upbringing. In terms of good dreams, probably memories of past lovers tbh, and of music. Dreams of a quieter, retired life with their partner.

18. Cauterize - Do they see themself as a leader or a follower? Another tough one! Aut would hate to be forced into the role of a leader, but he's also to stubborn and opinionated to be a well-behaved follower. He's kind of a lone wolf rn. This would be an interesting one to see how things play out and where he falls on this spectrum.

19. Lark - What haunts them? what doesn’t? Definitely the people they've had to kill. They never used to kill, and don't want to kill unless that person is "irredeemable" or is too great a threat to them and their loved ones. They harbour no guilt over their thieving and honeytrapping tendencies though, especially because they use it as a way to steal from and blackmail the rich nobles who deserve it.

20. Cauterize - Which of the five senses do they rely the most on? Sight and sound. His monk training would have taught him not to rely too heavily on any one scent, but these two are the best suited for sensing danger and incoming attacks in combat.

21. Lark - Do they follow their head, their heart, or their body? Pffft. I mean... defs their body more than they should. But they're not a fool, and typically have enough sense to think things through first and weight the risks. They rarely follow their heart - almost never did until recently.

22. (Lark) - What is a promise they’ve broken? I don't think Aut has made many promises, and the one I can think of is a major spoiler lol. This is actually a really interesting question for Lark tho, because they have a strict moral of not making promises unless they truly mean them. They'll lie through their teeth and manipulate people without a shred of guilt, but as soon as they use the word "promise," that means they're dead set on keeping their word.

23. Lark - How do they feel about nicknames, titles, or labels that have been given to them? how do they feel about their name? Lark never really got any nicknames or the like tbh. They're proud of the reputation they've built (whether that's for being a clever fuck or a skilled bard), so anything related to that they'd get a bit of satisfaction out of. They chose the name Lark Freesia for themself, as it embodies them and is truly their name, and they'd never trade it for anything (though they would add to it when they get married lol).

24. Cauterize - Which of the four elements speaks to them the most? Okay this one's plain and simple - fire. I mean, he is a fire genasi. But also he hates being associated with the sun (for ~reasons~), and so he really leans into his association with fire, as... almost an act of rebellion against that.

25. Lark - What stories do they like to tell? what stories do they like to hear? As a bard, I think they'd have a talent for remembering grand tales they've heard from other bards, and like to add their own twist and dramatic flair to them. They're more of a musician, but I think their songs would tell stories, and their favourite would be of triumph, of freedom, and of found family - though subtly. They like to hear stories from those they love about their own lives, anecdotes that open a window into their history and happiness.

26. Cauterize - Who do they miss? Without getting into specific spoilers, the only family he ever had, and the man he loved.

(I’m gonna keep adding to this lol)

#Askcending to Blog Tier #DnD #sonsofsparda

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⌠ JACK MULHERN, 23, MALE, HE/HIM ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, AIDAN BLACK! according to their records, they’re a THIRD year, specializing in KNIFE FIGHTING SKILLS, SWORD TRAINING, PRECISION SHOOTING, FIREARMS & SWAT TRAINING; and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of (a sarcastic smile, the glint of silver rings, a cloud of cigarette smoke, graffiti on concrete, a flash of crimson). when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 10/28/1998, they always request MOZZARELLA STICKS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. ⌿ lily, 19, she/her, gmt ⍀

@gallagherintro

♛ CONNECTIONS PAGE ♛ PINTEREST ♛ ABOUT ♛ STATS ♛ BIOGRAPHY ♛ INTRO ♛

hello hello! i’m back with another child, everyone welcome my british bastard boy aidan. he’s a legacy kid who grew up filthy rich but hates his family and his upbringing, and is just lil bit of a criminal, really!

[ c h a r a c t e r ; ]

&. basics

full name: Aidan Dean Black

nicknames: Dan, Danny

age: 22

orientation: bisexual

relationship status: single

date of birth: october 28th, 1998

hometown: windsor, england

gender: cismale

language(s) spoken: English, French, German

accent: standard british

&. personality

mbti: ISTP

temperament: phlegmatic/choleric

star sign: scorpio

element: water

enneagram type: type 4, the individualist

five positive traits: perceptive, intuitive, determined, independent, resourceful

five negative traits: destructive, pessimistic, blunt, aggressive, temperamental

likes: adrenaline rushes, spray-painting graffiti, hot drinks, going out in the middle of the night, the smell of gasoline, the night sky, knives, london, skateboarding.

dislikes: formal events, his parents, the color yellow, mushrooms, prejudiced people, heavy perfume

bad habits: smoking, doing drugs, drinking

hobbies: graffiti, skateboarding, drinking, getting high, sketching

fears: never amounting to anything, enclosed spaces, heights, needles

[ s t o r y ; ]

background:

aidan grew up in a filthy rich family of spies/assassins as the youngest of six children

his siblings are all very skilled in their respective areas of espionage, and their parents were ruthless and cold towards them to ensure they focused on their training

aidan’s great grandfather was the chief of intelligence at mi5 in the 1950s, so his family has a name and an image already set for them - prim, proper, and excelling in their own unique field of espionage

aidan grew up feeling inadequate - he wasn’t as good as any of his siblings, and his parents were merciless when it came to reminding him of the fact

his siblings weren’t much help either, trained to be the best, they only made his inadequacy more obvious the older they all got

his childhood was filled with training, fancy dinners, being forced to smile and meet friends of the family even if he was bruised and battered from training earlier

aidan began to become insolent, not showing up for training or deliberately failing his homeschooling to piss off his family

his parents were outraged and decided enough was enough, sending him away to a boarding school in america when he was 12

aidan, sick of feeling like he’d never amount to anything, decided to lean into his role as the black sheep of the family

he started to use what he’d been taught against the school, sneaking out at night, graffitiing the walls, stealing things from stores all around london

he actually loved his boarding school when he first began -- enjoying being away from his family, not compared to his siblings, and studying normal subjects instead of things like ‘which artery to sever for the swiftest death’

he amassed a small group of friends, impressing them with his training and ability to break into anything, win fights against the older students, and lockpick

he was able to avoid punishment for a while, and expulsion wasn’t an option when his parents were huge benefactors of the school

so the school adapted, became more vicious in their punishments

started refusing him meals, locking him in cupboards to keep him from sneaking out

and when he started picking the locks of the cupboards, they installed heavy duty padlocks against the doors

this is where he developed his claustrophobia, from being stuck in the closet sometimes even overnight in the pitch black

these punishments eventually wore him down enough that he stopped misbehaving so intensely at the school

and when his parents gave him the ultimatum -- attend a prep school for spies, or stay at the school, he agreed to finally behave and follow his parent’s path for him

despite his misbehaviour, aidan is still very good at what he does - call it genetics, but every member of their family excels at being spies or assassins

when he graduated his prep school with top marks, despite his past bad behaviour, his parents sent him to blackthorne to continue his studies, hoping that by the time he completes college he’ll be good enough to show off, like the rest of his siblings

during his time at prep school, he began to realize that he is bisexual, and fell in love with another legacy boy

their parents, though, were both intensely disapproving of both their sexualities and the relationship itself, and broke them up right before blackthorne

aidan now has a complex about love, and more specifically, the fact that he is incapable and unworthy of actual love

his first year at blackthorne went fine, and aidan actually enjoyed began to enjoy his studies, but he never stopped misbehaving, bitter from his childhood and his parents’ tampering of his relationship

( and also possibly just for the simple joy of constantly having reports sent home about his bad behaviour )

now:

don’t get me wrong - aidan is very good at what he does.

he’s quite the talented marksman and sharpshooter, and given a knife in a fight, he’ll most likely win

even without his legacy name he would have gotten a place at gallagher

he’s a bit of a bastard, at times, and a sullen one, too -- but he doesn’t mean anyone harm

he simply likes to always be honest and says things that are probably best left unsaid

he still sneaks out at night, often, to just be alone and roam around unsupervised, a remnant of both his childhood under constant surveillance, and his time at boarding school where nights were often spent locked in a cupboard

nasty smoking habit developed while at blackthorne, as well as his habit of getting drunk and/or high whenever possible in order to let loose

( he has a very unhealthy relationship with his emotions )

he loves to graffiti, and does so often, as an outlet for his creative drive and desire to vandalize things

but, all in all, he does really like it at gallagher, and doesn’t necessarily want to get kicked out, so he makes sure he’s subtle and not too destructive

he sometimes writes with his five older siblings, although most of them are as bad as his parents - he’s the closest to oscar, his second oldest brother, and kitty, his older sister

he wears a lot of blacks and grays, and basically dresses like an e-boy, but he may or may not stab you if you bring that up

he likes to sketch, but if you tell anyone that he’ll kill you, having had it drilled into him at a young age that art is useless and for people without real talent

he carries a gray butterfly knife around with him everywhere, as it was a gift from his eldest sister for his success at prep school

[ W A N T E D C O N N E C T I O N S ; ]

not-so-friendly ― while aidan is a very charming asshole, he is still sometimes the worst, and i can see a few people he pissed off or insulted or something

partners in crime ― aidan’s a little vagabond, and loves to graffiti stuff and sneak into places he’s not meant to be, and i want some people to get into deep shit with him

family friends ― the black family is quite high-profile, what with his parents running an empire and all of his older siblings being talented spies/assassins themselves, so i can imagine there’s a lot of people at gallagher that he recognizes

blackthorne friends ― aidan went to blackthorne for a year before gallagher, so i want some people who did the transfer with him.

friends ― he may act like an asshole, but he’s a nice asshole

family ― there’s probably a few people related to him roaming around, so if you want a cousin or something let me know!

please hit me up to plot !

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inikavulpixelreviews · 5 years ago

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Let’s Talk About Pokemon - The Bug Type

Oh boy, it is indeed TIME for the finale of all these type reviews. Covering my absolute favorite type of them all: Bug!

I had always had a loving fascination with insects and arthropods since I was a young child. I'd not be shy to let them crawl on me so long as they weren't outright menacing like a particularly dangerous spider or some variety of ant with some mean chompers. I was THAT KID that caught caterpillars, fed them until they became butterflies, and then let them go. The kid that tried (and sadly failed) to keep an ant farm. I only kill bugs in my house that are being particularly invasive (and even then I always feel awful doing it); the rest I just escort outside. I don't care what any “whoa kill it with FIRE!!!!” kinda commenter says, spiders are pretty much welcome to stay in my room.

How sad is it that as I see it, one of the perks of having an outdoors day-job is I regularly get to make friends with insects?

Point is, bugs are good. They're good for the environment, and important to Pokemon's history itself. The man credited with creating Pokemon, Satoshi Tajiri, cited the major inspiration for Pokemon being his childhood memories of collecting bugs. OF COURSE bug would get its own dedicated element in this sort of RPG! As well as being one of the more populated types in the series.

It's just sad that it's not exactly THE most meta type out there. It's weak to a lot of types that are bad to be weak to like Fire, Rock, and Flying, but don't have much in the way of resistances or type advantages. The one real perk they have resistance-wise is blocking Fighting. They're at least good against some types that are handy to have a counter to. Either way, I pretty much CAN'T go a whole playthrough without picking up a bug buddy. It's impossible.

It also comes to light to me that, when you look over the whole roster of buggies like this, it turns out not one Bug is really designed to be “gross” or unappealing outright. I mean, I guess shed cicada skin can be uncomfortably crusty to the touch, but other than that, hmm. Nah, the closest we get is “arthropod menace” and that's about it. How do was have a COCKROACH Pokemon in the series at this point and the type is more or less squeaky clean as ever?! I guess I kinda do appreciate that Gamefreak rather legitimately celebrates insects as some really neat and fascinating creatures. Bugs aren't gross, they're cool! Bugs aren't nasty, they're neat! It's heartwarming to know a series as big as Pokemon sees insects and arthropods in more or less the same light as I do. Heck, I'm sure you could credit the series to warming up PLENTY of other people to be less squeamish toward bugs. Or at the very least think twice before they go squashing one that's minding its own business.

...That said, I wouldn't say no to them making more gross-looking bugs.

Top 10 Favorite Bug Types:

HNNNGH. This is too difficult. I can't. I gotta highlight more.

The Other Top Favorites:

There. My heart is a little more at peace now.

The Bottom 10 Least Favorite Bug Types:

Okay Fine

The 10 Bug Types I Wish Were A Little Bit Better:

Because the only Bugs in the whole type that just outright aren't my jam are Volbeat and Illumise, and that's it. The rest have just a little tidbit or two that I'd change or do a slight redesigning outright to get em to be up to par with other Bugs. Additional mention to Mega Heracross just because I'd almost rather Mega Heracross was its own, unique Pokemon instead of an alternate form of Heracross.

The Cutest:

Gen 5 is so good with adorable Bugs oh my goodness.

The Coolest:

The Prettiest:

The Spookiest:

...See what I mean? There is a CRIMINAL lack of spooky bugs in the Bug type!

Weirdest/Most Unique:

Shuckle is still a mystery.

Most Inventive Use of the Type:

How many times have I gushed about Shedinja's design throughout this whole review series? It's hard to make “the fact that it's a Bug” a real inventive thing by itself since it's a rather matter-of fact state of being for monsters like this. But these bunch in particular REALLY take advantage of their bughood and really show the designers at Gamefreak did their homework or just in general had some really neat ideas. Araquanid being a reverse of a real-life diving bell spider, a mosquito that sucks blood to increase its FLEXING capabilities, a cockroach that is a self-grooming neat freak just like real cockroaches are. Escavalier and Accelgor lumped together because of their specific interaction reflecting a real-life interaction between a beetle and its snail prey; albeit the ending is a little bit happier for this snail than in real life. Kricketune is a sadly unsung little stroke of minor genius in how a violin beetle gets to actually BE a violinist that plays its own violin body. Kricketune's just overshadowed by its own memey cry, sadly.

The Buggiest of them All:

I'm always perfectly fine with stylized body types when it comes to bugs, but I can also take a moment to appreciate the Bug types that are convincingly insectoid. Plus y’know. It helps when the odd bug type has the correct number of legs.

BUG TYPE WISH LIST:

NOTE: These Type Wishlists were written out before any news on new Pokemon from Sword and Shield. The Pokemon revealed over time will not affect these wishlists. Just to present them unaltered despite spoilers and in the interest of getting the wishlist out there, and to see which items on said wishlists get fulfilled by Sword and Shield!

[Inhale]

A Grasshopper/Cricket:

Despite their english names, Kricketot and Kricketune aren't actually crickets, but are actually moreso designed after beetles. So we've still yet to have any true orthoptera species of insect in Pokemon yet!! And that is a CRIME because Grasshoppers and Crickets are criminally underrated just because they're fairly common insects. God I could comprise of list of just some neat orthoptera I like. You could even kill two birds with one stone here by having an inter-species evolutionary line where a cricket evolves into a grasshopper!

Termites:

I'm still bummed Durant's evolutionary path is painfully underwhelming compared to actual ants. Where's like, the Queens?! And big-headed Majors?!? Either an expansion of Durant's current forms or a new set of Termite-mons would be really nice!

A Fly:

How weird is it that we've still yet to get a common house fly?! We technically have Cutiefly, but I'd love to see a more traditional-looking house fly. Or any other number of fly species if you're feeling adventurous!

A More Traditional Mosquito:

Buzzwole is absolute gold and I don't at all mind it, but I'm still feeling a bit of an itch (hah) for a more traditional looking mosquito. My first shot at making a mosquito monster in the form of my own Fakemon was incorporating the aquatic larval form as a scuba-diver that eventually evolves into a water-drinking and squirting big mosquito. MAINLY because I didn't think Gamefreak would ever even slightly elude to blood if they ever made a mosquitomon, yet here we are.

A Wheel Bug/Assassin Bug in general:

I just point out Wheel Bugs because they're easily my favorite kind of assassin bug, distinguished by the big gear-shaped hump on their back. But I'd love any assassin bug, really. Just look at their goofy faces.

A Giraffe Weevil:

I'm sure tons of people have seen pictures of this thing around the internet. And if you still haven't there it is. You will lay your eyes on this stupid thing and you will immediately understand why we needed a Giraffe Weevil Pokemon like, four generations ago.

A Bombardier Beetle:

While it may not look like much of the surface, this beetle is packing a venomous spray that it ejects from its abdomen to ward off predators! We could always use more Bug/Fire types, so why not pick this thing up and a flame-spewing or actual-bomb-chucking beetle!

A Dragonhead Caterpillar:

There is an irritating lack of insectoid dragons in the Pokedex that are actually classified as insects. You passed up DRAGONflies multiple times, guys! So fine, I guess I gotta pull out a more obscure wish; one of these bad boys! The Dragonhead Caterpillar is easily one of the sickest looking caterpillars out there, and totally befitting a Bug/Dragon type as is! The one sad thing about this is, like the antlions, it's another case where something's larval stage is a lot more neat looking than its adult form; for A Dragonhead Caterpillar would eventually become one of these:

...Yeah, while the Plain Nawab is pretty, its significantly less impressive looking than its caterpillar form, huh? Still no reason you couldn't just elect to give us a draconian butterfly while you're also at it! I guess I wouldn't be TOO upset even if an official Pokemon version of this bug wound up with a more fun base stage than its final stage.

Any Wooly Caterpillar:

I don't care which one you pick, a big ol fuzzy caterpillar is something CRIMINALLY missing from Pokemon at the moment!!

A Devil's Flower Mantis:

Mantids are some of the micro-world's coolest monsters. It's a shame then that the three mantid monsters in Pokemon so far are 1. A lizard with some mantis parts on, 2. More of a lobster, and 3. Not actually a mantis. And that sadly the latter means orchid mantids are out. While I'd be overjoyed to see any new mantis Pokemon, I think a Devil's Flower Mantis would be my personal go-to for a new mantis. It's just so god dang WICKED looking!

This Mind-Controlled Snail:

Because this thing has to be demonstrated in gif form to really portray the oddity of what's going on here. Although, the description is on the gross side, so here's a fair warning to skip past if you're squeamish.

This particular species of parasitic flatworm preys on snails. When they're eaten up by these unsuspecting mollusks, they'll soon find themselves getting their brain taken over by the pulsating worms that wriggle inside the snail's now-bloated eyestalks precisely to make the snail more enticing to birds to eat. Not only that, but the parasite also hijacks the snail's brain. Snails normally prefer damp and dark areas where they're relatively well-hidden away from any predators. These parasites force the snail into bright and wide-open areas like the tops of bushes specifically to make it as easy a meal as possible. They multiply in the bird's stomach before beginning the cycle anew when the bird, ahem, “drops” them off.

Obviously there's a lot of parallels to draw here from this and Parasect. But heck to it if I'd say no to a new, freaky mind-controlled hypno-snail. It'd be such a cool effect on an ingame model to see their eyes pulsating in color. You could even go ahead and make it a candidate for our first Bug/Psychic type!

A Stick Bug:

It's not super pressing that one gets in. I just think stick bugs are neat.

A Black Widow:

I know we got Ariados, but something feels missing from the spider roster in that we don't have a traditional creepy crawly-type spider. A Black Widow is about the most stereotypically creepy spider out there, but I'd love to see it for its potential either way.

A Peacock Spider:

One more spider while we're on the subject of spiders. And offset a spooky spider with a cute one! There's all sorts of fun takes to have on a peacock spiders.

A Pelican Spider:

No hold up. Wait a second. One more spider because I had literally discovered this thing as I was writing this very list. Look at this thing. Look at this spider. What the hell. What the actual hell. What is happening. What. I want one now.

APPARENTLY this Pelican Spider is a species of spider that specifically evolved to eat other spiders. Its weirdly long “neck” and extended mandibles are designed to keep its prey at a long length away from itself so they the spiders it catches can't retaliate with their own bites. That's so neat. I could see how you can intemperate that into a gameplay sense; make it specialize in biting moves and have an ability that makes all biting moves no longer make contact. Maybe that's not HUGE but.

A Dobsonfly:

Again, no pressing reason I can think of other than dobsonfly are underrated, and getting a nice Pokemon to go with em would be cool.

Gah, there's probably a good billion or so I could continue to think up but I SUPPOSE it's gotta stop at some point.

“How on Earth did we wind up with some internet person talking about insects for about half an hour's worth of reading?”

ANYWAY, that's the final of the type reviews. Sword and Shield are just two weeks away, believe it or not. It’ll be a while before I’m back into the funk of making reviews. As I’ve said before, I’d like to take a month or two to really absorb all the new Pokemon they have on offer. For a brief little preview-opinion, the new Pokemon are overall pretty dang good so far. There’s already a couple I’ll be excited to talk about, but if preview event-goers are to be believed, there's’ apparently a TON of new Pokemon to look forward to.

ANYWAY Future-talk:

I dunno if I’ll do something in the meantime review-wise. I would go back to look at the recently discovered Beta Pokemon from Red and Green and Gold and Silver, but I feel like I’ve not got a ton to add to that conversation in particular. (Literally the only hot take I can really come up with is the Baby Vulpix is kinda lame)

I MIGHT look into doing character design reviews for some non-Pokemon properties. I felt like it was eventually gonna happen at some point, I’m just not sure about it happening YET given SwSh are so close and once I’m ready for those reviews I’d have to put the non-Pokemon project on hold. Tell me what sorta series y’all would like to hear my thoughts on for character design. My personal biggest candidates are looking at the creatures from the Pikmin series, the various boss characters from all the various Mega Man games, and looking over the Champions from League of Legends, as well as reviewing the monster cards of Yu-Gi-Oh.

Mega Man would probably be the easiest. Robot Masters don’t exactly require deep analysis to critique their designs. (Though that wouldn’t stop me from getting rambly.) It wouldn’t be until the X, Zero, ZX, and Battle Network/Starforce series that the designs get crazy detailed.

YGO and Pikmin would be easy too, the only issue would be figuring out a format for what order to do them in.

League would easily be the hardest to do. Cause being the completionist that I am, I would want to cover EVERYTHING. Old versions of the characters, NEW versions, as well as every single skin. The problem is figuring out an order to put it all in. The easiest would just to do iit in alphabetical order and cover the skins of each champ as we come across them. But I’d ideally like to do everything in chronological order. Start with the first 40 champions and then pan out to cover each one in order of release, skins included. It’s just really difficult to find a consistent timeline on League content, especially for skins. I dunno. That’d be something I’d have to look into.

Either way, no matter what I end up going with, I’ll see you next time!

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the-quiet-winds · 6 years ago

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Clouds of Rain and Sun (part three)

hello children welcome back to the madness. @ichlugebulletsandcornnuts says hi, maybe?

so i put a little disclaimer at the beginning of the first installment, and i feel that all of you should read it, because there’s some of that generally-bad-people thing going on here, but there is also some ooey gooey fluff for y’all.

don’t think that this is the end, though. there’s still three parts left, and this is only the first story!

[part one] - [part two]

[Part 3: Sometimes Rain Comes with a Clap of Thunder]

she doesn’t actually know who the man standing there is, but the fact he was standing in her chamber while katherine was in her nightclothes was an immediate red flag and katherine starts to panic. the man opens his mouth to speak but Katherine interrupts, voice shaky.

“you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“don’t worry, love,” he growls. the edges of his mouth curl up in a devilish smirk. “they let me in.” he steps into the room and closes the door, locking it with a key he definitely shouldn’t have had. “i think you know an old friend of mine.” he moves closer. “a musician type, henry mannox.”

katherine backs away, at the last minute changing direction to press her back against the door of the small storage closet attached to her room.

“i don’t know anybody called that,” she lies, heart racing and eyes wide and panicked. “never heard of him.”

“now, that would be strange,” the man says mockingly. “you see, he seems to know all about you.”

katherine tries to keep a calm facade. “he’s lying,” she says with as much conviction as she can muster.

“he told me you were a nice little piece of ass,” he drawls. his eyes run up and down and he licks his lips very slowly. “i see that he wasn’t lying.”

katherine is petrified, unable to move. she does the only thing that she can logically think to do.

she begins to scream bloody murder.

she doesn’t expect much; past experience had taught her that, but within moments there was a heavy pounding on the bedroom door and a guard’s voice saying “is everything alright in there?” katherine screams again as the man turns around, cursing.

then katherine hears a familiar voice on the other side of the door. “kat? is that you, love? hold on, we’re coming in.”

there’s the clink of keys and the man turns to katherine, fury in his eyes. His eyes dart to the window briefly, then the wall. a decorative shotgun was nailed above the dresser. he rips it down just as the door opens.

the guard and the queen, both murderous and defensive, enter the room.

in one fluid movement, the man cocks the gun and points it in katherine’s direction. unfortunately for katherine, she is the only one who knows the gun is fake.

“let me go or i will shoot,” he snarls.

jane and the guard stop immediately, the guard’s hand stilling on the hilt of his sword.

“don’t hurt her!” jane says, voice panicked. the man smiles and backs towards the window, pulling katherine with him.

“there we go. nobody has to get hurt if we all play nice.”

katherine looks at jane with wide eyes, trying to get her attention, and sure enough jane’s gaze finds her. katherine waits until the man turns his head to look at the window before she very clearly and silently mouths two words at jane.

“it’s fake!”

the man turns at the last second, barely catching the aired words leave katherine’s mouth.

“if the queen cares so much about you,” he hisses in her ear, “you might make a pretty little ransom for me and mannox.”

he raises the butt of the gun and slams it into the back of katherine’s head until she is nothing but dead weight in his arms.

“you aren’t going to take her anywhere,” jane says, venom hissing through her voice. the guard, realising that the weapon was nothing more than a blunt instrument, draws his sword and approaches the man. he holds katherine in front of him like a kind of shield, eyeballing the guard.

“are you going to take your chances?” he jeers. “try and hit me around our pretty little friend here?”

he’s so wrapped up in taunting the guard he doesn’t notice jane creeping ever closer, a look of grim determination on her face.

the man is so preoccupied with the guard, he doesn’t notice jane approaching behind him. the queen, while still weak and not all put together, has one thought: saving katherine. she grabs the bible from the dresser and approaches him, slamming into the space between his shoulder and his neck.

the man lets go of katherine and topples to the floor, the guard leaping into action and grabbing him straight away. jane manages to catch katherine before she hits the ground, but attacking the man took a lot of energy out of her and she lowers both and katherine to the ground, resting against the wall and pulling the still-unconscious katherine close. “take him to the dungeons to await trial,” jane informs the guard, short of breath but voice still firm. the guard nods and manhandles the criminal out of the room.

“this isn’t the last you will hear of me!” he screams as he is brought from the room.

jane shakes his words from her head and holds onto katherine in a light embrace. “you keep getting into all sorts of trouble, aren’t you, kat,” she murmurs affectionately. she gently trails her fingers through katherine’s hair, waiting for her to wake up.

it takes several minutes for katherine to regain consciousness and when she opens her eyes she’s incredibly disoriented.

“jane- wh?” she tries to sit up properly but jane places gentle pressure on her shoulders to indicate she should stay still.

“sh, love,” jane says softly. “he’s been arrested and you’re safe now. he gave you a nasty bump on the head, though, didn’t he?”

katherine blinks slightly before letting out a quiet groan. “my head hurts.”

“i’m not surprised, kat.” jane takes a moment to part katherine’s hair and check her for the injury. sure enough, there was a purple bruise rising on her skin that probably looked almost as painful as it felt.

“someone let him in,” katherine says quietly, blankly looking at the wall.

jane shakes her head. “i’m sure that’s not-“

“he had the keys to the room,” katherine interjects, voice still hushed. “no one noticed him getting up here.” she lets out a whimpery sigh. “someone wanted him to find me,” katherine concludes.

as jane thinks through this information she becomes angrier and angrier, a protective rush running through her. someone in her court was trying to hurt katherine, and jane would not rest until she found out who it was. at that moment she made a vow to never leave katherine alone, not even at night. she would move katherine’s bed into her chamber, they could station more guards outside of the door to stop any intruders, and most of all jane would make sure to find out who was responsible. she’d see how they liked it when the full force of a royal inquiry was bearing down on them; after all, if someone could grant an intruder the keys to a bedchamber of a lady in waiting, then this meant danger for even the queen and king themselves. whoever was responsible could be finding themselves under treason charges.

katherine feels jane’s arms tighten around her and looks up at her face. she wears the expression of pure thunder, anger, motherly protectiveness, and katherine immediately feels guilty. she knows that this is going to be stressful for everyone, most of all jane, and it makes katherine’s heart twist. she clumsily pulls herself from jane’s arms and shuffles backwards until her back is leaning on her bed, facing jane.

jane frowns slightly as katherine pulls away, and she worries if she’s overstepped the mark of comfortableness somehow. when she catches sight of katherine’s guilt-ridden face, however, she thinks she starts to understand. she doesn’t want to assume, though, so instead she just reaches her hand out, resting it on the ground halfway between them.

“is something the matter, sweetheart?”

katherine looks from her hand, spread welcomingly on the floor, to jane. guilt and shame swirl inside her stomach and she can’t bring herself to lie. not to the kind and comforting face of the queen before her. not to jane.

“i should have just let him do it,” she says in an undertone. “it would be so much easier for you.”

jane’s heart practically breaks. “katherine,” she says softly. “your safety isn’t an inconvenience to me. i want you to be safe and happy, and i’d much rather help you than let anybody hurt you.” she shifts closer to katherine. she doesn’t quite know how to make the girl in front of her realise she has worth, but she knows she won’t rest until she does it.

jane doesn’t quite know what to say next, so she reaches out to pat katherine’s knee lightly. “maybe it’s time we both get some sleep, love.” she slowly gets to her feet and offers a hand to assist katherine up. she pulls katherine to stand and puts an arm around her shoulders. she leads her out of the room and into her own chambers. katherine stands awkwardly near the door as jane gets comfortable in bed. at seeing her girl so scared and small, jane offers a small smile and pats the spot next to her. “it’s alright, darling.”

katherine hesitantly approaches the bed. she stands awkwardly by it for a few more moments before climbing in, covering herself with the blankets. jane leans over and tugs the blankets around katherine properly, as if tucking her in.

“you get some sleep, love,” she murmurs softly. “you’ll be okay now, i promise.”

katherine lays back, stiff and awkward, as jane pulls the blankets up around her. the words, said in that careful and kind tone, send a sliver of relief into her heart. she props herself up on an elbow to face jane properly.

“i know that i’ve said this already,” she starts quietly, fingering the edge of the blanket. she swallows hard and starts again. “but thank you. for everything. i...i don’t think i can ever repay you.”

jane smiles softly at her, eyes kind and full of maternal affection. “you can repay me by being happy and safe and well cared for, how does that sound?” she tucks a strand of katherine’s hair behind her ear and taps the end of her nose playfully. her expression turns slightly more serious as she regards katherine. “and i mean it, love. if at any point you don’t feel safe, or if anything is upsetting you, you come to me right away, okay?”

katherine lowers her head and nods silently, allowing her lips to curl into the slightest small smile. they both lay back down and it’s silent for a while.

then there’s a shuffling of sheets and suddenly katherine is holding jane’s arm like it’s the only thing keeping her from being sucked out of the bed.

jane makes a slightly surprised noise at the sudden contact and katherine immediately pulls away.

“just making sure this is real,” katherine admits nervously. “that i won’t wake up and be back at my step-grandma’s.”

jane smiles softly and wraps an arm around katherine’s shoulders, gently pulling her closer. with a sudden rush of braveness, katherine curls up against jane’s side like a cat and jane readjusts the blankets with the corners of her mouth twitching into an almost proud smile. “goodnight, kat,” she whispers softly, pressing a kiss to katherine’s forehead. “sweet dreams.”

katherine lets out a contented sigh at the kiss to her forehead. days worth of exhaustion and emotional baggage make it nearly impossible to keep her eyes open. words fall from her lips as she drifts off. “goodnight...mum...”

katherine falls fast asleep without seeming to notice what she’d said, but it makes jane’s heart suddenly so much lighter. she knows she shouldn’t read into it, shouldn’t feel so happy about it; the poor girl is probably just missing her real mother, that’s all. however, jane just can’t help but feel overjoyed at the idea of katherine thinking of her as a mother figure, and she hopes in her heart that katherine really did feel that way about her. a picture starts to form in her head; her with her family, which consisted of a beautiful baby boy and a sweet happy teenage girl.

she tightens the arm around katherine, truly never wanting to let her go, and kisses the top of her head again.

“yeah, love,” she says to the sleeping girl. “if that’s what you want that’s what i’ll be.”

jane too, falls asleep, heart light and full of love.

a few days pass with similar routine; katherine stays with jane for most of the day and night, and wherever jane goes katherine follows behind her like an obedient puppy. she doesn’t mention the ‘mum’ slip-up, and jane wonders if katherine even heard herself in the first place, so she doesn’t either. jane spends a lot of time with edward, bonding with him and also teaching katherine how to properly hold a baby and how to interact with him. edward seems to like katherine, perhaps not quite as much as he likes his mother but still a whole lot, and he almost always quietens down when katherine picks him up.

“you’re a natural,” jane comments one day, watching katherine lull edward to sleep, seated in the large armchair. “he likes you a lot.”

katherine hums in agreement, not looking up from edward’s face.

jane smiles; katherine seemed to have relaxed in jane’s company over the past few days.

she decides to press her luck.

“he could use a big sister like you,” she says, trying to appear nonchalant.

katherine does look up at that, a surprised expression on her face, but then she blushes pink and looks back down at edward. “he’s got two sisters already,” she says slightly bashfully. “he doesn’t need another one.”

“there’s no limit to the number of sisters someone can have,” jane chuckles slightly. “and i think he’s already chosen you as his.” edward lets out a contented snuffling sound in katherine’s arms as if to emphasise jane’s point and jane can spot a tiny smile appear on katherine’s lips, a touch of pride in the girl’s eyes.

jane can’t help the burst of love she feels towards the girl...her girl...the girl she doesn’t know how she lived without, holding her son. she watches them both affectionately, unable to keep a few tears from her eyes at the sight of them together.

“my two loves,” she accidentally murmurs aloud.

katherine jumps slightly, startled, and in her arms edward gets jolted and lets out a surprised wail. katherine hastily tries to calm him down with gentle bounces and he eventually quietens. jane hopes katherine’s reaction wasn’t negative and the words she speaks next are soft and concerned.

“sorry, kat, that wasn’t too much, was it?”

katherine doesn’t know what to say. the surprise admission from the queen had startled her, of course, but it just felt right. like something that she had known all along. like something that she should have realized from the first time she introduced herself to jane.

“no,” she says, surprising herself. “it wasn’t.” she hesitates a moment before speaking again. “just wasn’t expecting it, that’s all.”

jane feels a wave of happiness wash over her and she gives katherine a beaming grin. “well, it’s true, love. for both of you.”

love swells in katherine’s chest, a safe, calming love, and she breaks out into a smile as well, cheeks tinged pink. “um, me too,” she says very quickly, ducking her head bashfully.

jane’s smile, if it was possible, grew brighter. something deep down, some maternal instinct locked away, broke free and she crosses the room to katherine. she sweeps one arm around the girl’s shoulders, her free hand nuzzling edward’s head. she gently kisses katherine’s temple, then murmurs to her, “my sweet, sweet girl.”

#six the musical #six musical #jane seymour #katherine howard #julie and jess write #clouds of rain and sun #hold onto me youre all i have

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pettyprocrastination · 6 years ago

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I Don’t Think Were On Earth-65 Anymore Cop!Frank Castle x Spider!Reader

@jarvis-ismy-copilot @wolfmothar @marvelobsessedteen @majorcdanvers Summary: Jitterbug’s plan on getting home hits a few snags because of a vigilante that is all too familiar but also shockingly different.

Chapter ten

“This is the place.”

Jitterbug looked through a dingy window to see a group of men walking around, multiple crates scattered in the warehouse. From what she could see one of them was open and full of high-tech machinery and weaponry. “You got a plan?”

Daredevil nodded, she still couldn’t believe it all. Working side by side with the doppelganger of a man who made her life a living hell. Well, she’ll have time to process the absurdity of it all when she got back to her dimension.

“You go through the roof and web them up using your speed.” He explained. “And then I-” Suddenly Matt froze, his head tilted to the side as he listened to something she couldn’t hear. Jitterbug’s body went into overload and her hair stood on edge, the tell-tale sign of her spider-sense.

“Hey buddy, you wanna tell me what the hell is going on?” She looked around them and saw nothing, but she knew something was off.

Matt groaned. “Damnit Castle.”

Multiple gunshots rang throughout the building. A man had burst in and opened fire on the gang who quickly retaliated, turning it into a full blown fire-fight.

“New plan!” Jitterbug kicked in the window and sped into the building. “Stop everybody from killing each other!”

Jitterbug zipped into the building just in time to tackle a crook to the ground and out of gunfire. She narrowly avoided being shot by the man herself. Soon enough the gang was no longer focused on the mystery man, but her as well.

“What the fuck is that!” A thug screamed at her webbed mask.

She brought her fist down on his face, knocking him out instantly. “Save the dramatics mate.”

Daredevil ran over to the man and kicked the gun from his grasp. “Frank stop!” At the name her head shot up to stare but Matt kicked him back, facing away from her and hiding his identity. “We have it handled.”

Jitterbug went around, immobilizing each criminal and dancing around the bullets as Matt fought the unknown assailant. She shook the thought from her head. There was no way, it just wasn’t possible!

She looked over and saw them both still fighting. Matt was doing well to defend himself, but the man was better. He was taller, bulkier, and faster than the catholic vigilante. He definitely had training.

The Matt from this dimension was completely different than the one she knew, so maybe...

“Hardly.” The man’s voice was rough and deep. It was one she’d heard every week, one telling her to leave it to the police, telling her to stay to fill out a police report and telling her to be careful.

She turned and shot a web at him, connecting his raised fist to the giant crate right next to him. He tried to wretch his hand free but to no avail. Matt set his hands on his hips and grinned, watching the man try to tear himself free with no success.

“You know, I could get used to this.”

The breathe was stolen right from Jitterbug’s lungs at the sight of Frank fucking Castle, covered in bruises and staring her down with harsh eyes. This Frank was stockier, covered in more scars but the same face and bulldog-frown. He wore no police uniform, but all black clothing and a vest with a white skull painted on that was now riddled with bullets.

“Frank?” She said his name so soft, so scared and confused that it shocked both men.

The Frank Castle she knew was an officer of the law, one who’d defend the justice system with his last breathe and criticize the masked heroes that help him in the same sentence. He openly dismissed vigilante justice as a nuisance and believed in the system he worked for.

Now she felt like she stepped right into an episode of Twilight Zone.

“Your girlfriend alright red?” Frank noticed how the masked woman tensed up when he looked at her. She shook herself out of her stupor, she had no time to stand and gape over the vigilante. (Even calling him that made her feel wrong.)

“I’m fine.” She snapped before walking right past him and to the crate he was connected to. “You aren’t my issue, that’s all him.” She waved a hand in DareDevil’s direction and Frank snorted.

“Well ain’t she peachy.” Christ, it was the same voice and everything.

Matt shot him a dirty look. “You’re lucky we got here when we did Frank. We had it covered and you-”

Frank rolled his eyes. Clearly the severity of the situation meant nothing to him. Jitterbug noted the nicknames and first name basis the two were on. The banter between the two as they fought about their ideologies.

I guess they've been through this with each other before.

“All you do it beat ‘em up and-” Frank looked around him and froze mid sentence.“Alright, that’s new.”

Each criminal was tied up tight in a cocoon of webbing, unconscious, immobilized and stuck to a wall.

“You're welcome for that, by the way.” Jitterbug ripped the top off the box with a single hand, something both Frank and Matt gaped at. She didn’t have time to get caught up on the fact that this dimension’s Frank didn’t blink an eye at killing. She needed to worry about getting home. “Now if you boys are done with your little dick measuring contest I have to-” She looked at the open box which was now full of shattered materials and bullet holes.

“Youve got to be fucking kidding me!”

“What?” Matt rushed to her side. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” She laughed mockingly before turning to face Frank with a nasty scowl. “What’s wrong is that your Frank Castle is an ass who just ruined my chances of getting home because he’s fucking trigger happy!”

He clenched his fist and let out a slow breathe, as if keeping his temper from snapping. “You want me to apologize for keeping those guns from hittin’ the streets? For keepin’ those criminals from killing more people?”

She groaned and pointed in his face. “No jackass, I want you to apologize for sending me to an early grave you-”

She remembered Gwen telling her that “glitching” felt like “being tazed naked in a snowstorm.” Which as odd as it sounded, was actually spot on to the agonizing pain she felt in that moment as her body distorted and burned. She didn’t know what the loud piercing sound was until she realized it was her own screaming. She stumbled to the floor and Matt caught her, ripping off her mask and looking at her groaning form.

“Jitterbug?” He pressed his fingers to her pulse and she patted his arm, letting him know she was find, well...as fine as she could be in the situation.

“Hey!” Frank tried to rip his hand free and run to her aid, but he was stuck as stuck can be. “Hey! What the hell is going on?!” As the sight of her screaming in pain, Frank went from anger to concern for the now unmasked heroine. “Red what the hell did you do!?”

“Me?” Matt shot back. “This wasn’t me at all. If anything your violent actions could have been the one to cause-”

“I’m fine.” She pushed herself out of Matt’s arms and upright, facing both men with a grim expression. “Just my atoms reacting to being in another dimension is all.”

Frank looked between her and Matt. “Your what?”

“We need to find a way to get me back, or else I’m gonna keep doing that.” She explained. “And eventually I wont get back up from it.”

“We will.” Daredevil promised her. With that she went to one of the boxes to see what she could salvage. Maybe she could put something together? All the materials were there, albeit dented and riddled with bullets but maybe she’d be able to get it to work just enough to return her home.

As Jitterbug pondered a plan Frank fisted daredevil’s costume in his hand and yanked him close, rage clear on his face.

“Start talking. Now.”

Me? Back from not posting for legit months? It’s more likely than you think folks. Anyways I’m terribly sorry for no posting for the past few months, school has been hell and then I’ll be starting more classes in like three weeks so I’m trying to get into the habit of posting once more before I accidentally go ghost again lmao. So I am going to start posting jitterbug chapters everyday until the entire fic is out on this blog for you all to read !!<3 still taking requests and still doing fics, I got a request for one about a child reader and frank with a PLATONIC found family type fic which is definitely in the works! Along with other things!!

#idtwoe65a #frank castle #frank castle imagine #frank castle x reader #frank castle headcanons #punisher #the punisher #punisher imagine #punisher x reader #imagine #x reader #jitterbug

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WCTH Write-Ups: 1.5, “The Dance”

Good morning, and welcome to another episode write-up! Two in a row! I feel like I’m on a roll, here!

In the last episode, we saw answers to a lot of questions, mostly in regards to the church fire. Cat was innocent, the fire was an accident, and Mr. Spurlock framed Cat out of bitter spite because she told him she wasn’t interested in him.

In this episode, the town finally gets some new miners!

12 of them, to be exact. This doesn’t even come close to replacing the 47 who died, but I guess it’s a start? Anyway, they’re not too happy about walking into the saloon only to find it’s inhabited by a whole classroom.

“We’ve spent six days crossing this cursed country. We came a long way to work in this mine. Least we can get is a drink.” Six days? That’s it? I mean, that’s nothing compared to how most of these people got out here. They were probably able to take a train and then get wagons instead of having to cross it all by horse, so... I don’t know. Six days is nothing. Try six months of travel and then I’d feel like you deserved a drink.

“Company’s just hiring single men.” Gee I wonder why. Maybe that has something to do with it being cheaper and easier, and they can house ‘em in the saloon rooms in smallish groups. I mean, there can only be so many rooms up there... Maybe 3? That puts four men to a room up there...

Anyway, I love Emily Dickinson so much, and for an episode to start with one of her poems is lovely. Billy Hamilton might be scummy, but Andrew Walker, his actor, does a beautiful delivery of the first stanza.

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all -

First of all, this poem is a delightful addition to the series, but I don’t think that its theme should be overlooked. This is a poem about hope, but the series itself isn’t just about the general concept of hope, it’s about...the kind of hope that you feel through the worst times in your life, that protects you, that gets you through the storm; it’s about...hope everlasting. So it’s really fitting that it’s here, but I think with all of the other things that go on, it’s easily passed over.

Also, Billy is a smoooooth criminal... Calling her professor... That’d make me feel special, too. ;)

Anyway, Abigail returns for this episode, and we see a bunch of town women coming together to unravel sweaters to repurpose for baby blankets and clothes for Carla, a very pregnant lady.

Also present are Florence, Elizabeth, Cat, Mary, and someone I don’t know.

“My husband wasn’t a chivalrous man, but he provided just fine for Caleb and me.”

I just want to say that I enjoy Mary’s character a lot. We don’t really see anyone else like her for the rest of the series, so it’s sad for me that after her little plotline wrapped up, she left the series.

Most of these women are able to admit to their husbands’ faults in, perhaps, more private company, but I think Mary’s admission is realistic and to-the-point. Her husband wasn’t much of a romantic, or maybe even a good lover, but he did all right as a provider and that was good enough. These days we might find it really sad to think about—I know I do—but in 1910 things would have been a lot different for these women. A reasonably good provider was about as good as it got, sometimes.

And Abigail echoes Mary’s point:

“You’re right, Mary. We all know how hard it is to find a good man.”

And then Carla: “Or a good father for our children.”

That they have to sometimes choose whether he’s a good husband, good lover, good provider, or good father is just awful. But that’s that on that, I guess. 1910, everybody!

Carla’s definitely at that late part of pregnancy where everything hurts and nothing is comfortable and sleeping is basically impossible. Doubly so for her because she has a little boy to take care of already, so it’s not as if she can take a nap whenever the mood strikes!

“Mounties and marriage: two subjects that don’t go together. At the academy they told us, if the Mounties wanted you to have a wife, we would have issued you one.”

Watching Jack put his foot into his mouth at the speed of light should be a little fun, and I know when I first saw this episode I was amused, but this is my fourth or fifth time watching this episode... Now I can’t help but think that this kind of...set up is actually an ongoing problem in the series. That is to say, Jack didn’t actually say anything bad? Anything unreasonable? Elizabeth literally just twisted his words to make what he said sound worse. I mean, women aren’t delicate, but he can’t exactly come out and say, “If a woman wants to pee she has to sit down or squat, and out in the wilderness with other men/soldiers around, it’s not exactly conducive to cultivating a full and loving marriage.” Or, “Imagine being pregnant out there with no help for miles if something goes wrong, or when you need to deliver.”

Jack is being perfectly reasonable and he’s saying it in a way that gives the audience the idea that he was hoping to make Elizabeth laugh. But she doesn’t laugh, and the narrative, since it mostly follows her around (even the music does this), suggests that he’s some kind of vaguely misogynistic guy who underestimates women’s skill and ability or even their perseverance.

Sound familiar?

Yeah, it sounds like s4 and s5 Bill Avery, right? Consistently painted as unreasonable for overestimating women. Even though nothing about Bill’s personality in the early seasons would suggest he is that type of person at all.

Well, I guess they had to pass Forced Foot in Mouth Syndrome onto someone. (And the really nasty part of me can’t help but think that Jack is kind of a victim of this literal writing disease for quite some time... I wonder if or how much this played into Dan’s choice to leave the series, in the end?)

But that’s just speculation.

Anyway, that whole scene can be summed up as “Elizabeth fishes for a date and pulls out the wrong fish. Maybe. Flings it back into the sea.”

Listen, we’ve all been Mary at some point; we’ve all done something completely embarrassing in a store and wanted the ground to swallow us up. Luckily for her, a reasonable looking man helps her pick up the mess and introduces himself as Dewitt Graves.

This scene is actually like, several levels of good, because even the music changes to accommodate a feeling, in this case, Mary at the counter being told her tab is full. Nobody gets mad at Ned over this, but I wish they did; heck, I honestly wish he had his own plotline. But the way the camera pans to Florence while the piano plays is just so...awful. I mean, sure, we know Florence is going to gossip about this incident, but in this particular moment what’s highlighted by the narrative presentation is Mary’s situation. We’ve probably all been there, too: had a card declined, or a card reader couldn’t read it at least. It’s awful, and it’s much worse for Mary. How’s she going to pay that tab off? (I also noticed the yarn in her basket... I wonder if it was to make something for Carla’s baby...)

It’s Mr. Graves to the rescue! Thank goodness. Even that scene is awkward and embarrassing...but at least she didn’t have to put everything back.

*Ned is the company store owner, so seeing him transition to a regular mercantile would be super, super cool. Plus he wouldn’t be a very popular person in town since he has to balance store credit and can’t do much more than the company policy allows him to, so that would have been a really fun plot to have.

Albert and Caleb interacting is another good scene, because Caleb gets to complain a bit about his family’s situation, and Albert gets to be understanding (and actually in more than just the episode he was introduced in, which sounds goofy but we need to be thankful for the little things).

We also find out that Mary’s a pretty good cook.

After a couple of episodes without Abigail, it’s nice to see her back, and her patience is literally unmatched. I howled with laughter when a coworker told me he wanted to plant pickles in his garden; he had no idea that pickles came from cucumbers!! Literally no idea. NONE. I could not contain my amusement. But Abigail is kind to Elizabeth and instead of mocking her ignorance, she makes each new thing into a learning experience. And Elizabeth takes it in stride and even mocks her own ignorance a little bit.

“At home they were just in the serving dish... magically.” A shared joke; this was honestly and truly pretty cute.

Florence just barging into Abigail’s place out of nowhere was hilariously in character, but hey, she’s come with that hot goss so I guess that’s almost like she’s got a key. ;)

I love how Abigail doesn’t rise to the lure of gossip, though, and is just...practical about the situation? Mary’s had it harder than most, so it was nice of that man to buy her groceries.

“I don’t think we can judge each other’s circumstances, Florence.”

“Are you ready to forget your Noah?”

“I will never forget my Noah, but at some point life goes on. For all of us. For you, too.”

And then Carla falls in the front door crying out for Abigail, kind of ruining this scene, or shunting it into the background.

Honestly, and again, this is the Abigail I loved as a character. She was good, but she wasn’t perfect, and her advice was always pretty gentle. I think she could have delivered it a little better, but she’s not wrong. Life does go on. But it made me think of Florence in s5, when Laura and Bill returned the note from the coat pocket to her. We learn about Florence so slowly that it’s wild to think at this point in the story we don’t really know her. She was madly in love with her Paul, and we know he adored her, too.

I never got the feeling that Abigail felt that way about Noah, but something I’m more than willing to praise this show for is its diverse showcasing of relationships. Not every marriage was one of love at this time, and not every marriage that started out with love stayed that way. That’s still true today, though, isn’t it?

Anyway, these women oftentimes couldn’t support themselves, so relationships were their best bet. And I love that Abigail takes Mary’s side; it’s not fair to judge. As we see later in this episode, Mary’s position is difficult.

But back to this scene: when Carla needs help, even Florence rushes to help her and reassure her.

This is the good stuff, you know what I mean? Abigail offering to let Carla move in for a while, Florence reassuring her that someone will look after her older boy, Elizabeth touched and moved by how these women step up and help one another.

“They go through life with such grace under fire. It makes me realize just how little I actually know about the real world. These women are teaching me by their example that when each of us offers a small kindness to a neighbor, it can become a very large blessing to the whole community.”

Like, Elizabeth isn’t stupid. She might be ignorant about how much work goes into making pickles, but she’s observant and willing to learn. In Elizabeth’s former life, she had no reason to think about these sorts of things; what ‘small kindness’ would she have offered her Hamilton neighbors? What kind of ‘community’ was she a part of there? It was a very different place and a different way of living. Here, in Coal Valley, small kindnesses oftentimes go a long way. People don’t have much; sometimes small kindnesses are all they have to give.

I really loved the touch of Mr. Backus showing the guys around a bit...recommending they all become a teetotaler (sober) like him. It’s not a long scene for him, but he’s clear-headed and obviously making an effort to improve himself...and he’s happy with that decision. It’s also kind of cool that he goes over to hang with Jack a bit afterward and have a drink of coffee.

Anyway, Billy puts on those smooth moves again with Elizabeth, and of course they work. He keeps it pretty low-key, though. And he doesn’t finish the poem. :(

Jack’s suspicion of him is kind of...eh. The guy hones in on Elizabeth but like, she’s the only really young woman in town that we’ve seen. Mary might be the next oldest? It’s hard to say.

Anyway, any sane young miner would have the hots for Elizabeth... Just sayin’.

The real question is: who is that curly haired guy and why didn’t he stick around?

I still really enjoyed Sam (the miner that Jack locked up) telling him that night in the jail was actually “kind of peaceful.” I’m pretty sure this is when Jack decides to move into the jail.

James, the former school bully, asks Caleb about his mom’s attempt to get a new husband, which of course Caleb denies.

I had to look James up to see if he was supposed to be the son of a character we know, and...I don’t think he is. His last name is Fermont. Maybe he’s the son of the unknown dark-haired woman who was at Abigail’s house for the sewing circle?

Anyway, there’s something to be said, again, about Ned.

He handles all telegrams so he knows everyone’s business. Even police business. It’s wild that he doesn’t have a larger role in the story at any point, and has never had his own arc.

“No one’s ever called me Mr. Graves.”

He’s charming. You know, he’s not the most attractive guy ever, but he’s a good person and he’s got a nice sense of humor and he’s humble. I liked Dewitt a lot from the start. And y’know what else I like? That he looks a mess after a day in the mine. You know this guy works hard and he’s tired as heck and all the lines in his face took 10x worse with the coal dust, and... Just... He could be a real person.

And he clearly thinks Mary is cute and sweet as heck. I love her hesitation, though; she’s not sure what she should do, but she invites him to dinner because it’s what’s best for everybody.

“I know it’s making me a better person.” Elizabeth wanting to be a better person is great, too.

Jack’s intrusion and comments are so pointed though. “All you need is good aim.” I mean, also, I don’t know that he ever is shown going hunting again? Huh.

Anyway, Billy starts pushing a little more seriously; and Elizabeth doesn’t quite accept the bait. She admits she has dreams but says, “Dreams are like birthday wishes. Say them aloud and they might not come true.”

And then we get the part of the season that drives me bonkers: the poem that Billy gives to Elizabeth and claims as his own.

I wrote an entire post about how this drove me nuts, so I won’t repeat too much of it here, but c’mon. This is a famous ballad that Elizabeth probably grew up playing on the piano, or at least singing ‘round the piano. I find it really hard to believe she wouldn’t immediately know that he didn’t write it.

I mean, she does say, “It’s very familiar... I can’t place the poet, though.” But the fact that she doesn’t remain suspicious about that is wild.

On the plus side, Andrew Walker has such a blessed ability for reciting poetry. I wouldn’t have minded hearing him recite more. He’s good.

I think with a little tweaking, I could have found this whole thing a bit more believable; maybe a different poem, one that she probably wouldn’t have had such an exposure to. Something more...obscure that she probably did read in the last few years, but which might have been easily forgotten in her studies. Not something she probably grew up singing? I don’t know.

I guess I just gotta give the writers credit for the way Billy tries to push off her feeling that it’s familiar with humor/romance and she just goes with it.

Listen, Dewitt is a good man. He doesn’t push Mary’s boundaries, he apologizes easily, he shows an understanding of Caleb’s situation, he waits for Mary to be seated before he sits, he’s genuinely sorry about taking the wrong hook on the wall...

I was frustrated with Caleb watching it, but I totally got it.

I think my favorite thing about this scene is that when Dewitt asks Mary to the dance (in this roundabout awkward kind of adorable way), she says she honored but asks to have time to think about it, and he’s fine with that.

“That’s all a man can ask for, is a little bit of hope.”

It’s sweet, but it’s not over the top.

Mary’s conversation with Caleb is a little sad...but I feel like he’s just too young to really understand what it is she’s saying when she tells him: “Things don’t always turn out the way we want them to. Now, I’m your mama, and I’m going to do what I have to do for our family.” And then, a little bit later, “I need to look out for our future now. It’s what I’m doing as your mom. And you need to understand that.”

Clearly she’s trying to say, “I can’t provide for us by myself. I need a man and it’s not what I want to have to resort to, but that’s just how it is. It sucks but you need to understand that I don’t have a choice.”

I mean, we’ve seen her situation: the tab is full at the company store, she’s relying on Caleb to catch fish just to have something to eat that isn’t potato soup, and without store credit even potato soup is off the menu. How are they going to last the winter?

In its own way, the whole situation is tragic. Even if Mary wasn’t madly in love with her husband, that doesn’t mean she doesn’t want the time to grieve properly. Unfortunately her feelings aren’t allowed to matter; she can’t let them. She has to do what she can to ensure that her son has a future.

Something I don’t like about this episode is the suggestion that the town had a midwife “for years” who “left after the mining accident.” It’s one of those situations that might have been best left alone. I would have preferred that Abigail be an unofficial midwife or something, or even a short discussion about how their supposed midwife was just a woman who had birthed six children or eight children in her younger years and had experience and was better than no one at all.

The only reason I can think of that a midwife would leave town would be if she was afraid the town’s infrastructure would collapse and it would die. But eh. I think the worldbuilding around this midwife is extremely fragile and not very well-done. At least it was mentioned? I don’t know.

The Elizabeth/Jack conversation about Billy is kind of painful...and again we have Jack flinging his foot down his own windpipe... Sigh. The more it happens the less I like it.

That’s all I can really say right now.

Elizabeth’s conversation with Mary is... I don’t know. It’s heavy. Not gonna lie, I wanted to see Mary all done up. That said, it’s probably for the best that Elizabeth brought up Caleb and ruined the moment.

Mary tries to be frank with Elizabeth about her situation:

Mr. Graves is a good man

I think he may care for me

I didn’t think another man would ever pay attention to me again

I’m not willing to waste another minute frittering away my son’s future when this could be a chance for us.

Elizabeth says she “understands” to which Mary says, “I don’t think you do understand. You were raised with all of the options in the world available to you, and I have next to nothing.”

Mary isn’t wrong, and this is something I like about the early episodes; Elizabeth has GOOD INTENTIONS by saying she “understands” but there’s no way she fully can. She can’t really grasp what Mary is going through, not fully. It’s a shame because Elizabeth really didn’t mean any harm by it; she also really did want Mary to wear a pretty dress! But Elizabeth’s worry about Caleb came at the expense of her worry for Mary, and what that did was alienate Mary from feeling like she could rely on Elizabeth.

This is the kind of “miscommunication” that is believable and real, and that I wish the show had continued to utilize where it matters.

And here we’ve got it... Florence busts into the jail where Jack is and tells him that someone stole her late husband’s gold watch.

“Someone broke into your house?”

“Right in the middle of the night with my child slumbering nearby!”

Missing is: gold watch, cufflinks. Both out of her top dresser drawer.

Well, Florence has a child. Apparently. I don’t think we ever find out who the child is, let alone see them. I’m pretty sure this ends up retconned by the end of the first season/at the beginning of the second. Unless Florence’s “child” is a cat.

Anyway, something I do appreciate? That Florence is asked to keep quiet about this (so that the thief doesn’t get nervous and skip town) and...she actually...does so.

I find it hard to believe that the entire class would panic over a snake, but okay.

Caleb’s talk with Elizabeth is nice. She’s not always very good at talking to other adults about their pain, but I think she’s pretty good with the kids. Adults can’t help but see hidden meanings and nuance in everything; kids tend to just hear the words that are said.

Anyway, Caleb’s struggle with the memories, with the idea that maybe for his mom memories are painful, but for him they’re all good... That gets me a little in the feelings. And how Elizabeth just jumps in to let Caleb talk about his dad by asking what he was like... Man, she really is pretty good with the children. They need to grieve too, and oftentimes it’s in a way that’s different to how we as adults get through it. Her place as a bit of an outsider lets her ask these questions without any issue.

And Caleb doesn’t say anything, you know, revolutionary about his pa. He just says that he was tall and strong and funny, he liked to sing and whistle and fish, and they cooked fish together on the riverbank after they caught ‘em. “Nobody can replace him... Nobody.”

Abigail goes to the dance with Carla’s instructions to dance a waltz for her (which Abigail does, with Mr. Backus) and a promise to return soon.

Last year I made a post about how this dance is a great example of the magic of season one and I don’t want to repeat it too much here, but in the first few seconds you get an idea of how well off people are financially just based on what they wear; you see Cat and Ned as part of the musical trio who is playing. You see the younger women with their hair down or partially down and all the older women with their hair up and you see Abigail take charge to get the party started (this would be more or less her job as the highest ranked mine employee’s wife).

Even cooler, some kids did come to the party. The dances are short. The second the waltz comes on Abigail gets the dance she told Carla she’d get, and Elizabeth comes into the room with Billy Hamilton.

And then Caleb shows up in his dad’s coat.

Which gets me right in the feelings every time, but the best part about it is that, at first nobody even really notices he’s there; the other kids don’t mock him or anything. Everyone is just...touched when he cuts in on his mom’s dance with Dewitt.

And Dewitt bows out gracefully--and a few people seem touched by it but most people are wrapped up in their own dance and a big deal isn’t made of it. It’s just a nice, short, surprisingly touching scene.

The episode ends with Carla in labor, Billy being sweet on Elizabeth, and Jack getting a telegram that says the company Billy claims to have worked for...has never heard of him.

DUN DUN DUN...

Overall Thoughts:

The plot in this episode is a lot calmer than before. We have small things going on, but the big plot was definitely the concept of ‘moving on’ and of, I guess, doing what needs to be done—or at least respecting other people’s decision to do so.

I don’t actually have a lot of thoughts? I guess I sat around going, “Wow there are a lot of people named William in this series who go by something else I guess.”

But other than that, I was pretty much satisfied with this plot. Very little about it annoyed me or made me want to do editing. I really enjoy Mary as a character, too; her motivations are unique to her in this show and I wish they had been a little more thoroughly explored overall, but we get a decent amount of attention on her for a background character! (Still, her story alone could be almost its own novel.)

To end, how about the entirety of that Dickinson poem, hm?

“Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me.

(314) Emily Dickinson

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fourcards · 6 years ago

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PERMANENT PLOTTER CALL!

time to get this settled and all that jazz so placing out a permanent plotter call. if you need any information on harpy, you’re welcome to check through her application or even here on what i wrote for my follow post. if you see anything listed just give a like and i’ll approach you and we can discuss. you’re also welcome to approach me first, too, if you’d like. i’m also on twitter if you’d like to get hold of me there!

⋆ ❜ FRIENDS / FOUND FAMILY: harpy is someone who doesn’t have very many friends to begin with. those that you could call friends are part of the wolf dogs, though they’ve become more like family to her really than anything. that being said, harpy isn’t entirely a horrible person but she does do some morally questionable things whether in regards to orders or because she’s interested in it, so you’d have to be fine with that. while normally she won’t go out of her way to do things for others, chances are she’ll be willing to for those she considers close friends and found family. overall, she’s a big sister type of gal! though i’ll warn you she can be a handful at times.

⋆ ❜ ENEMIES: stated in the above point, harpy isn’t exactly morally good. she isn’t evil, just very grey on matters at hand when it involves her own views. however she is someone who works for a corporation that involves heavy secrets and unethical actions and has killed before on orders regardless of the reasoning (though she isn’t someone who entirely enjoys doing it) and actually seems to get a thrill out of fighting. if your muse isn’t very fond of this type of ordeal, chances are you’d find her as an enemy or at least a very strong dislike for her. the unfortunate part is she probably wouldn’t take it hard at all if you did. getting in the way of her missions and what she’s doing is also a good way to land her on her opposing side.

⋆ ❜ FELLOW THIEVES / CRIMINALS: needless to say she used to be a pretty proud thief. that part of her past has been smothered deeply thanks to vultures breaking her down, but she still has those sticky fingers. she’ll particularly indulge in smaller things like swiping skewers of food or documents to snoop around for the fun of it. pretty much it’s a nasty habit to swipe interesting things as well. however she won’t judge others in this aspect and would probably jive well with them.

⋆ ❜ OTHER: i’m not sure if i really missed anything else other than perhaps rivals if you’d enjoy that type of aspect with her. drinking buddies would also be swell, she’s a big fan of hard alcohol and sneaks some even on her missions. if you have any other ideas for her then you’re welcome to! just know that she isn’t someone to easily bow to others unless it’s commander shia and tends to do whatever she prefers / deems interesting at the time.

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jenna347-blog · 3 years ago

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Creep from the Bayou

(Puts the digital camera on the picnic table showing to be June 22, 2005. 5:24 AM).

Ok, if you guys are watching this it means I’m already or going to die anytime now. My name is Kathy, the only and maybe the last one to die. I just wanted to warn people about the dangers of these swaps, not just that… (Leaves crackling). Oh, my god! I think he knows where I’m at hang on. Ok I think he’s gone now, hopefully you guys can hear me. I have to whisper because I know he may hear me. Here’s how it went down, but I need to be quickly about my story. It started on June 15th, I only thought to take my friends to the bayou for a summer vacation type trip. There was me, Jason, Jane, Kerry, Lisa, Tavon, and Jane were going to stay at a nice cabin in the middle of the bayou. I’ll show you guys the rest of the tape. "Hey everyone, this is Jane, and the crew. Thought it'll be cool to steal Kathy's camera, so everyone will know what kind of fun we're having plus she's the ones whose driving, so yea that's the real reason. Here are our friends Jason, Kerry, Lisa, and Tavon not just friends, but also our classmate’s people." She’d said while poking me, obviously wanting me to say something, maybe something dumb knowing her. "Tell our fans about our great and scary stories about the bayou, we all know you’re such a know it all. Right?" Jane said, putting her hand out with the camera in the other acting like it was a mic. "Well there was a man named ‘the creep’, who was some type of serial killer. They had claim that there were about the same number of people as us going to the bayou for a summer vacation to be never seen again. There's a rumor that he usually takes his victims to his cabin basement to chop them up into little pieces. I heard that he'll eat them and saves their limbs in his basement freezer for later. For some reason, no one could catch him and all the people that were missing were never found again, and it's been more than 60 years. I think that the reason why he or the missing people were never found was because, maybe, the police were in on the whole thing. Not just them either, but the vacation agent was in on it too, so they could get money out of it and maybe just trick people like us into coming out here if they want to get rid of them. Like, if they were criminals or people they just didn't like, but who knows I might just be talking out of my ass, don't let my stories get you bitching out of this trip." "Well thank god it's not real. Please tell me it isn't true, girl." Lisa laughed, a worried note in her tone. "Maybe it's true or maybe not. Just makes sure you watch yourself, because you never know what may happen. We shouldn't worry though, we all came here to have some fun." Was the reply, followed by soft giggling. But I thought it could be a true story, just didn't want to worry my friends about anything or show even little bit of fear, but any who, we finally arrived at our nice cabin in the bayou. But, we didn't know that this was a 4-star type of camp site as the prices were a lot cheaper than the place looked like they should be, but I guess for more people to rent a room or two. So, I told the group that I wanted to sign us in to our rooms, the front desk woman looked like some nasty ass hag and it was kind of weird for her to look like that when the place looked like a resort. But hey, you got to do what you must do to get that money, right? “Welcome to the Bayou camp! How can I help you?" The camp associate happily asked. "Oh yes, I had reservation with you guys for Kathy Thompson." I replied while the associate typed my name in. "Here we go, so where you and your party are from?" "I'm from here, but my friends are from New York City, they're classmates. This is their first time being in the Bayou." "Great! I hope you guys have an exciting time here, but I'd hope they know about the creep, y'know?" "Oh, yes they do, but they thought it was a fairy tale. Well, that's everyone been telling me all my life.” “Oh, no my child. That story is a true one indeed, so you better watch your step. Also try to be more aware of your surroundings, you never know what may be lurking around these parts. There's been more killings in the last month or so, but I don't want to scare you and your friends and make you start running off, you may have nothing to worry about as long as I'm around. You and your friends have a great vacation now, you hear." But I didn't know that something may happen to us. I just wish we’d gotten our refund and drove back home, but you know college kids don't know any better, we just want to do what we want to do. (Shakes my head). So, we went to our cabins and thought we could make this work and do a camp fire story, maybe a scary one. "Hey guys, who wants to do one of Kathy's famous scary stories telling?" Jane said while rubbing her hands together in a creepy way, with a scary smile to match. I'd never seen her like that, but I thought it may be a good thing, so I decided to keep the scary mood going. I'm glad that I met her because she knows how to keep someone in a scared or happy mood. "So, we going to do this scary story thing or just sit here bored as hell?" Tavon asked with his arms crossed. “You guys know we can count on our girl Kathy for all the scary stories, right girl? I mean, like when she tells the story like the one in the car, she’ll make you pee your pants in half. " Jane replied. Before I could get my 2 cents in, we heard some leaves crunching outside near the kitchen. "What the fuck was that you guys?" Lisa asked while peeking through the blinds. We all looked at her like ‘bitch really?’ So, if I just told her that it could be just the wind. "Really? Since when does wind sound like that? It sounded like foot steps to me. Maybe we need to call the front desk to see if anyone else checked it before us." "You freak out over the craziest things, ever." Jason laughed at Jane. "Oh, shut up you know it's not because I'm scared just trying to have some common-sense dude." "Jane, we can go out there and see whose outside, okay?" I told her, so she could feel better. Like we thought, we didn't see a damn thing, so we decided to call the front desk to see if anyone worked or was staying there at all, but it was unlikely that they had anyone else. So, when I called the front desk to ask if there had been any people around before or during when she had checked in the cabin. Unfortunately, she said something that we didn’t wanted to hear. She told me that, maybe we had the creep lurking around the area but ‘hopefully he’s not going to hurt you in any way.’ The only thing she could say was, “Make sure to keep a look out to make sure he isn’t doing anything crazy, and just make sure you guys lock your doors and windows, now, you hear.” “Could I ask you one more thing before we go back to the cabin?” “Sure dearie. What’s on your mind?” She replied with her hands crossed over. “How well do you know this so-called creep? And if you know him/her well, tell me more of a back story then what you’ve already told me.” “Oh well, that’s the thing if I told you it wouldn’t be any fun, now would it. Let’s say maybe I do or maybe I don’t, like I said beforehand you better hit the hay before ye get way too tired now. Now go on and get, you hear. Oh, yea have a great night and stay, don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Man, I didn’t know what to believe anymore, that woman alone was creepy by herself. I don’t know why, but I truly think she knows more than she’s leading on, well, that should’ve been obvious. Well, we decided to walk back to the cabin, then half way there, our neighbor came out to see us. “Hey, I know we haven’t met before, but you may want to watch your back because there’s been a man lurking around both of our cabins for a while now. Just wanted to let you guys know, because I saw you guys go to the front desk trying to tell that ugly creepy woman what’s been going on, but she’ll only give you the run around these parts.” He explained. “What do you mean, what does she know?” Kerry asked. “Let’s go to my cabin and I’ll tell you everything that you needed to know.” I told my friends that I didn’t feel right about this guy, something about him didn’t sit right with me, but thought that maybe it was just me being paranoid, maybe way too much. “Ok, so where should we start besides that creepy lady, just hope she doesn’t bring that creep around. I can’t say but too much, but I think she has cameras around the camp.” “What do you mean cameras around here?” Jason replied. “Well, they say that front desk lady and the creep actually know each other and that they planted cameras around here, so they could study their guest on each move. Not just that, they make us stay forever, with all the paperwork she told you to sign. I hope you read it before you signed it, did you?” “Yea, my dumbass didn’t read the fine print of it just filled out my name that’s all I did.” I replied, most likely with a dumb look upon my face, my hand on the back of my head. “Maybe he’s going to tell us that if we sign it that means they own our souls and they’re crazy demon loving cannibal fools right. HA! HA!” Jason said. “Your half right Jason, and yes I know you name because you can’t keep your mouth shut at all, loud mouth. Yes, they’re hungry beast loving minions that were brought here to make sure they kill any living creature they want. First, they lure their victims to the cabins to make people think that the stay would be a great one, not knowing that they were being trapped here of their own free will. She has the creep to stalk her victims for a week, then after a week has passed they go for the kill. They may be planning on how to kill you guys now because you know way too much. If I was you guys, I'd be watching my back on all times. If you need backup, I’m always here. No matter what, you know where to get me.” The guy replied. Before I got to ask what, his name was, he somehow just disappeared without a trace, not just that, Tevon noticed that there were no foot prints on the ground. We all thought that was kind of weird that a person couldn’t leave any foot prints at all. “What the fuck is going on here you guys? We shouldn’t have come here at all. I hope this is a prank that Kathy is putting us on, because this isn’t funny dude.” Tevon said while having his hands behind his head and pacing back and forth. “No, I didn’t do any of this at all, I’d never prank anyone.” “Yea. Tevon I could’ve told you that she’s never been the type of person who'd treat her friends this way, so you guys don’t have to worry about either of us tricking you.” Jane replied. “Well, we need to figure out what we’re going to do and fast. I just don’t want to become their next freaking meal, so we may want to go back to the cabin. Something just doesn’t feel right, seems like someone or something is watching us, coming from near the front desk.” (Going back into cabin). “Maybe, like the guy was telling us, they thought that we knew too much and had found even more from him. I wish I’d just stayed home instead of getting caught up with some bullshit in the haunted bayou. But no, I had to be fun and exciting and have some friends that thought it’d be a great idea to go to a place that some crazy ass woman and her crazy ass “lover” wanted to make us into some human ass stew and have the rest of our body parts locked up in some basement freezer!” “Girl calm down, we can get through this, but maybe it’s just them trying to scare us so we could get a laugh out of this like part of the campsite.” Jason said. “Hopefully that’s the case Jason, we don’t know what will happen, but we need to protect ourselves to make sure we don’t get hurt by those weirdos.” I also told them to let me know if they see anything strange at all, happening to any of them. I was just worried that something was going to happen, I just knew it. Something always happens when someone is around me, I don’t know why though. So, most of us went outside while Jason stayed behind. I Gave them all walkie-talkies to stay in touch, and we were doing some testing to make sure everyone could hear each other clear enough, to make sure that we had each other backs. Then we heard something from the walkie-talkie, some creepy voice saying. “If you guys think you could get away from me, you have another thing coming. Your friend Jason is here with me all tied up, for some reason, he thought I was one of you guys. He’s so damn stupid he’ll make a really good soup for dinner for me and my family.” He explained, we could hear Jason trying to scream, but it seemed like he had something in his mouth. “Shut your fucking mouth boy!” (Boxes him in the jawline). “You let him go, don’t you worry Jason we’re coming for you.” Jane screamed, crying at the same time. We went back to the cabin to find that the nothing was out of place, it was like he just walked out taking the walkie-talkie with him, so we went to his bedroom and saw that his bed was made up and all his stuff was gone, like he was heading back home. “I don’t get it, they should be here. Check every room to make sure that creep doesn’t have any secret doors or something of that nature. I’ll go back to the front and let that crazy ass lady have a piece of my mind, and finally get to the bottom of this issue.” I told them while walking towards my car keys. But my keys weren’t there anymore, and after peeking outside, I saw that neither was my van. “What the fuck happened to the keys and the van?” “Kathy, what are you talking about? It was there when we left the cabin, it should be near the door. I thought you placed it there when we came back from the front desk.” Lisa gave me a very confused look while scratching her head. “Oh, come on. You really think the creep has done all of this and not stupid Jason pranking us all? I bet he made his voice seem so damn creepy and everything. But I do think we need to get the cops involved in this, I just don’t feel right about any of it.” Tevon said searching for his phone but he came back saying that he couldn’t even find it and none of us knew where it could be. “Damn, they knew we were going to call for help they must’ve taken our cell phones when we all stepped out to head for the front desk, because mine is gone as well. There has to be a way to get some help.” “I thought most places had their own landlines, maybe the front desk has one? Only way we’ll be able to get a hold of it is if she’ll be nice enough to let us use it or she’s stepped out. Only thing is I’m not going out there without the van, that crazy cannibal asshole might be out there and what if she’s not involved in this? Now she's in danger as well.” “Jane don’t worry, we can make it through this, alright? We just need to stick together as a family no matter what gets in our way. What we need to do is to make sure we find Jason and try to figure out what’s been going on. Also, Tevon, I know Jason would never do anything like this and you should know that. If he were pulling a prank, it’d be obvious, because he’s not good at lying at all. So, all we need to do is show those freaks whose boss and not let them get away with this.” “But, Kathy we don’t where we should start with any of this. I can’t believe I signed up for this, it’s like I just sold my soul to the devil (sigh).” Jane was very concerned, pacing back and forth. I tried to calm her down by saying “You've got to trust me on this one, don’t worry about any of this and stay strong because most people like that can smell fear like any other animal, okay? Now what I want you guys to do is to pair up and search for Jason. Make sure those two don’t get away with any of this, but like I said before, let me know if anything goes wrong at all, okay?” “Are you sure about this girl? Because you know how I feel about splitting up in the woods. You’re my friend and all, but I don’t know if we should be splitting up right now, y'know?” Kerry asked, biting her nails nervously. “I’m sure that we should split up, so that we can cover more ground than if we stuck together.” After our pep talk Tevon and Jane went one way while Kerry, Lisa, and I went another, taking two separate paths. Just hearing the crickets alone was creepy enough to have chills run down my spine. Plus, I kept hearing leaves rustling around and I knew it wasn’t from us. “Shut up you guys, do you hear that? I know I’m not going crazy.” “Well, yea girl, I think everyone, and their grandma heard that. It may just be the wind though, don’t worry about its girl let’s move forward okay?” Lisa explained. “I guess you’ve got a point, you guys know how I tend to act around the woods.” I replied. “Don’t worry Kathy, you know that me and Kerry have your back. No matter what happens you can be sure of that, never get it twisted.” “Girl I think she gets the damn point. Let’s search for Jason and get the fuck out of here please even I want to take my words back about the woods. When we get back into town I think I’m going to need about 4-5 glasses of wine, or just the whole damn bottle.” I heard the same noise again, and we knew for sure that it wasn’t the wind after all. “I knew it wasn’t just the wind and it was someone sneaking around here.” (Screaming) “That sounds like the others! Oh my god we have to go back inside! You know, like sane smart people, that sounds really nice right now, or we could get the fuck out of here! That’ll be a lot better than what I just said.” “Yeah, I agree with her I don’t want to stand around anything or anyone that could kill my ass any longer than I have to.” “Kathy, we need your help, that creeper just got Jane and was about to get me but I’m hiding from him. Just back to the cabin that’s where I’m hiding at. I don’t know when he’ll be coming back, hopefully not anytime soon. Please just hurry!” “Ok, we’ll come back there just hang in there, let us know if you hear anything that doesn’t sound right while we're coming for you. Hide in a safe place in the cabin, with no windows.” (Hears a woman screaming for help) “Oh my god that could be Jane!” “Oh hell no. I’m going straight to the fucking cabin you guys can die if you want to, but I’m taking my ass back to the cabin and phoning for help. I don’t care what you morons say about it.” Lisa said while running towards to the cabin. “Wait up I’m coming with you girl.” “I thought we were sticking together.” I said, throwing my hands in the air. “Child please we were, but if you die we’ll miss your ass forever.” Lisa and Kerry had replied together laughing as well. Damn, screw this, I guess I have to follow them anyways. Like they said I’m not dying for anybody else don’t care who it is. As soon as I started to open the door, I heard Lisa and Kerry screaming from inside the house, so I started running to safety. I already knew they were dead meat, the rest of the crew too. I just didn’t want to be a part of the murder cabin, so I decided to hide beyond a couple of bushes, trying to see where that freak went off to. I was hoping he'd gone somewhere far away, so I could get the fuck out of here. I was left wishing I had never put my friends in danger, but there was no way for me to know that this was going to happen. I heard footsteps in the distance coming closer as I started to sweat bullets, and he was close enough that I could see what he looked like, but he still couldn’t see me. He looked so damn gross with his greasy rubbery skin, a misshapen body and it seemed like he was holding something in his hand and mouth. Then I realized the thing in his mouth was human flesh and some of it was hanging from his teeth. Damn, I couldn’t believe someone would do something so dang nasty, but a crazy person would do some whack ass shit like that. I sat down on the ground, my back towards him, trying to figure out what the hell I was going to do, I needed to make out of there alive. I cursed in my head as I thought that he started coming towards me, forcing me to figure out how to make a break for it. I had to sneak out of there before he saw me and made me his next meal. But instead of coming for me like I thought he was, he seemed to be going towards the cabin. I needed to find the closest car and hotwire it before he could get a hold of me. I caught sight of my van, nowhere near where I'd parked it and thought that maybe, just maybe, I could just start the engine, and get the fuck out of there. Then I could go to the police and get the crazy so-called couple locked up in the loony bin, hopefully forever. Thankfully he was far enough away that I could just go straight to my van. I tried to sneak towards the van. (Leaves keep crackling with every step and he sees her.) “HEY BITCH COME HERE!” Fucking shit. Good thing the van wasn’t that far away from me, but I had to hide in another spot, close to the van, I was hoping that the keys are in or near the van. I cursed silently again as I saw the front desk building and wondered whether I could just lock it behind me, and maybe get some help from a police station or something. I snuck inside only to find the phone is off the hook, damn it. I didn't know what I should do. But then thought ‘Well, maybe I should hide under this desk, maybe it’ll help.’ “Go find her! We can’t let her get away and tell those freaking police, they may not believe a word she says but still. They never do believe them though, we just pay them off.” “Oh yes, but I love to play with our dinner, my darling. It makes for a better hunting experience. I heard him sniff around, probably for a trace of my blood, then he tells her that he found me in the front desk cabin. I realized that I had nowhere to hide, because if I went to the bathroom he’d see me through the window and I'd be just another sitting duck. I had to tell myself that I was going to be okay and that I was going to make it out of there alive. When I could hear nobody, I looked and could clearly see that the bathroom had a window, and thought that maybe I could just exit through that. So, I ran to the bathroom and found that the window was cracked opened. (Points the camera at me again.) So, yea now you know what happened to me and all my friends, but the only thing is I still don’t know what happened to my friends, so I’m going to figure out how to get the hell out of here. Get the police to find the rest of my friends. Oh, fuck hang on I may have to make a run for it. “Please don’t I beg of you.” “My wife would love to have you for dinner. HA! HA!” I made a break for it and luckily the car window was cracked open enough, so I could throw the damn camera inside. Fuck it I thought as I got in, hoping I could hotwire it and drive to safety, and I knew I should go back to get the others but felt I had to look after myself as well. “Oh fuck! He’s on my damn bumper, maybe I could get him off my tail. I know I shouldn’t be speeding but I don’t give a blood fuck right now, it’s either do it or fucking die. What the fuck is wrong with him?!” (He goes next to him about to slam her car off the road). “Not today buddy, if you want to play that game let’s go for it.” Guess you can say I truly snapped for my dear life, like we all had said before, I had to stay alive for my friends. I slammed my car into his repeatedly, until he goes off the road then I speed off to the police dept. I couldn’t let my friends die all because I wanted to have a wonderful time with them. I didn't want to see them go, it was my damn fault, I know you guys don’t think so, because who would've known that this was going to happen, right? But at least I had proof about what this crazy couple has been up to and I didn’t want anyone else going through the same thing we had. So, after an hour of trying to find the closest police station, I finally found one. Thank god, maybe I could get them to find my friends at that crazy camp bayou. “Oh, my god! What the bloody hell happened to you?” Office Benson asked. “You know that Campground in the Bayou? Well, there’s some crazy couple and they’ve been killing all my friends, and more people were being eaten alive. Not just that, on the way here he tried to run me over with his pickup truck about 5-10 miles that way. I actually caught everything on tape just in case if my body was ever found.” I cried after telling the story, thanking god that he believed me, but the thing he told me next made me crap my pants. “Well, the thing is we’ve been trying to find that creep for a very long time, but every time we go out there nothing seems to be out of place. To us, it looked like a regular empty campground. If you have proof that this campsite is there, maybe we could finally get to the bottom of this.” “You knew about this and didn’t at least try to block it off?! You let people get killed one by one. How could any of you guys let them get away with murder.” I cried, wanting to whoop his freaking ass. “Look Ms. Kathy, let’s look at the video to see what really happened. I just need you to calm down okay and yes I know it’s kind of our fault, but we just didn’t know, we all just didn’t know this was really going on.” Officer Benson reassured me that they’d get it under control. So, I showed him and the other officers that were on duty that night. From the look of it all they couldn’t believe what was going on, and not just that, but how they could've missed any of this. After an hour of watching the video they had to act quickly before they missed them completely. I was worried about the cops knowing about the whole thing and were planning to take me back to make them their breakfast, lunch, and dinner. But what choice did I have? The only thing I could do was try to trust them anyways. What’s the worst that could happen? “Ok, we’ll follow you to make sure nothing else happens to you on the way there, okay Ms. Kathy. When you get out of your car we’ll hide behind the trees, we’ll be using you for bait.” “You think this is a great idea? Because you’re going to put me in more danger than my own friends.” I asked him while talking to him on his cellphone. “Don’t worry, we’ve got this under control. This will work, okay Kathy?” “Guess I have no other choice.” So, we started to head down there but to tell you guys the truth I was a tad bit scared of being live bait for this cop and had very real fears that the creep would just eat me alive. I could only hope that if that happens the cops will come after him before he starts making me his dessert and what not. Even though in my heart I knew I had to give my friends some justice and save their souls and all, but I was also having 2nd thoughts about the whole thing. I just wanted this whole thing to end and to go home to my own bed. But I had to make sure that this crazy ass fool falls for the plan without any problems, because my life is in their hands at this point. We finally got there, but for some reason I still thought it was a bad idea in the first place, but I had to believe that the cops knew what they were doing. Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that they put a GPS tracking device on me to keep track of my every move from the station. The plan was that the guys still at the station would radio them to tell them where to follow me. They didn’t want me to just be wired, they wanted to prove that they had my back and could carry me back to safety. But I was whispering to them letting them know that I was ok. Then I heard something in the distance like some leaves crunching, I thought maybe it was him coming closer and briefly hoped so because I wanted to make sure we finally caught the asshole. At the same time, I didn’t want to give him any chances, because I didn’t know if the cops were going to catch up on time. I didn't want him to end up finishing me off like he did with my friends, and to have my body found in the freezer in some basement corner. I tried not to make any sounds while he came towards me, and as I hid behind the bushes, my life started to flash before my eyes. I felt like I couldn’t let this crazed maniac get to me, I had to be the hero. You know what? I freaking went for it, no holding back. “Hey, you creep, if you want some come get me!” “What the hell are you doing girl?” “Trust me this will work, just have to make sure he’ll fall for it.” I explained as quietly as possible. But the creep caught on to the whole operation, and with a manic laugh looked around at our surroundings. He laughed one more time, then came towards me with a crazy smile. “Oh, come on you think I’m that stupid girly. Not one of those stupid class-mates now, also make sure if you wanted to catch someone you shouldn’t let them know that you brought cops, that’s a stupid move. Maybe it’s time to kill.” He started chasing me with a rusty old ax, and I didn’t know if I was going to survive or not. Then I led the creep towards the cop cars, hoping that he wouldn’t catch on to it. After about 15 minutes of running in the woods, I finally found the area where they'd told me to go, so they could finally solve this long-time mystery. But I didn’t know that this was a trap for me to meet my demise. The creep stopped right behind me and when we finally got to the spot the police came out and started laughing. “Why are you guys laughing? What’s so damn funny?” “Oh, come on Kathy you really think we didn’t know about this entire thing the whole time? College kids are the dumbest morons that ever lived, it’s like you guys have no common sense whatsoever. Oh Larry, take care of her body would you, and save her body parts for us, I'm getting kind of hungry since I haven’t had anything to eat since lunch.” “Yes boss, anything for you. Oh yeah, I’ll make sure to call you after I’m done with her, and give you guys her friend’s bodies also.” The Creep replied, before he looked around, not realizing that I'd already run off with my car. My thoughts were whirling, ‘Can’t believe they’re so damn stupid, I may be able to go to the real police station this time. Finally, I could leave all of this behind me, and have my life again, still can’t believe that all my friends are dead because of those evil people.’ Then I heard some sirens behind me from a distance. “Oh, crap, that could be those so-called police, I mean it could be somebody that could help me. But I’m not going to take that risk, I'm not stopping ‘til I get into the downtown police department.” Even though it was only 20 mins away, it felt like it took forever. As soon I ran into the door I thought I was going to trip over my shoes, and almost threw up because of all the chaos too. One of the officers that was near the door tried to pick me up and just like the other cops sat me down and asked what was going on. So, I told them everything that’d been going on, and thought they weren’t going to believe me. To my great surprise, they did but I had my own doubts because I couldn’t be sure that I could really trust these people. The “creep,” his wife and the fake cops would make it look like the cabins were the best vacation spot that anybody would dream of. Not just that but when anybody goes there they’re going to meet their own personal hell. I mean they were working together to make sure the creep could make me their next meal, so that the “so-called police officer” could have their own personal human meat, the Creep was their personal butcher. I was trying to figure out everything that was going on, but I was also trying to get this thing over with. I should’ve just gone back home but I also wanted to find some type of justice in all of this. Because I didn’t want another person to deal with the same thing that me and my lost friends had to go through. I wouldn’t wish this on even my worst enemy, having them second-guessing that every person they meet is just freaking crazy. “So, what should I do now? Because all I want to do is go home but at the same time I want these people to end up in prison for life or get the death sentence, either would work for me” While my hand was over my face I was crying my heart out, shaking my head. Even though he kept talking about the issue all I heard was Blah Blah, and I looked at him with a blank stare acting like I knew what he was talking about, but I think he kind of figured that something wrong with me. “Are you okay ma’am, you’re acting like you’re not all there.?” I finally snapped out of it. “Oh yes, just thinking about something no biggie.” “Ok, just making sure. But anyways, we really need to get these people behind bars for good no matter what. Now what I want you to do is to stay safely put, and what we’re going to do is get an undercover officer to catch those psychopaths, we won’t let those people get away with it. We will get your friends some type of justice.” He explains while giving me a hug. “You don’t know how much this means to me sir. I thought this was never going to end.” The undercover cops go to the so-called camp, I thought this was a great idea, but at the same time thought they were putting someone else’s life in danger. What do I have to lose right? It’s either take their word for it or let those demons and dirty cops get away with a close to 20 years murder spree. About an hour later, I left thinking what was taking so long to hear from them. I thought that maybe they already killed them. Even when we tried to call in for them we got no answer. But we spoke too soon when the Creeper answered the call. “Well, hello coppers. You truly thought you could’ve caught me? Right oh, you thought wrong my fellow men. Yes, we were hired by fellow police officers from the next town over. Just so dang glad that we could do anything we wanted to those missing people, just didn’t think that anyone else could get to us or figure out the details of the situation. Guess we thought because the police department was in on it we could never get caught, because who are people going to believe, our toys or the police? Guess you already know that answer, and oh yea I know that you’re going to track the call, but we’re already 2 steps ahead of you. The reason I say that is, well, I shouldn't be telling you that, over and out peace.” The Creep explained, and I could imagine the creepy smile on his face. I looked the other officers like what the actual fuck we were going to do at all. “We have to act fast before those crazy people hurt anybody else, we can’t just wait and see what else happens. I can’t go through my whole life knowing that I could’ve done at least something, it’ll drive me freaking crazy ‘til my deathbed.” Even though all I wanted to do was to go home, I needed my friends to finally rest in peace and get some damn justice for all those poor people lives that they had destroyed. After arriving at the wooded area, I just wanted to make this quick it was so very dark, much darker than the last time I was here. Even though it was the same night and creepier, I truly didn’t want to do this at all. Then I heard someone getting closer, and one of the cops put his hand near my shoulder telling me to stop, checking the area trying to make sure that the coast was clear. “Okay I don’t hear anything else, guess the coast is clear.” “Are you sure sir?” I asked as I was scared out of my ass, he nods his head, and assured me that nothing was going to happen to me. About 20 minutes after trying to find the place, then we heard the footsteps again but this time it was behind us and it was getting closer and closer. When we tried to make sure everyone was safe on the walkie-talkie, no one replied even after 2-3 times of trying. We were worried that the creeper had kidnapped them, but couldn’t waste any more time worrying about them. One of them had found the house that we were looking for, hopefully it’s the lost people that we were looking for and can finally rest in peace, but it could also be a trap. The reason why I said that was because it was way too easy for the other officer to find it, like he knew where it was located, even though I shouldn’t be worried about it. They couldn’t be like the other so-called “cops” that I came across, but I had to make sure not to let my guard down about the cop that pointed out the old empty house. It looked like it hadn’t been active with people for years, I didn’t even know if it’d be safe for me to go in, so I decided to stay behind with the others just to be safe and just in case I had to run back to my car and bolt out of there to head home. Not just that, but there was something that didn't sit right with me about the cop who pointed out the house, I guess it was a gut feeling, if you want to call it that. Not even a minute after they went into the house, we heard some guns firing and screams, then heard the Creeps laughter, mixed with the sounds of a chainsaw. We tried to head behind a bunch of trees and bushes. Then silence, but they told us to not make a sound, or any type of movement unless something bad happened. So, I stayed behind a tree and didn’t make a peep, doing so, for some reason, made it seem longer than it should’ve. What in the hell had I got myself into? I should’ve never gotten my friends into this damn mess and I could never forgive myself either. Then one of the officers’ chimes into the walkie-talkie. “I think we’re all cleared Sheriff.” “Are you sure about that bubba? because I truly don’t want to go through this again.” With a nervous tone in his voice while shaken. “Sure, as the sky is pitch black.” The Sheriff wasn’t sure if he should believe him, because that officer's voice didn’t sound right, it was way too deep. Then he looks at me with a worried look on his face. “I don’t think that’s one of my officers.” “What do you mean by that? You think it’s the creeper or something?” “Could be. we just have to find out, but it does sound like the creeper.” He also wanted to go into the sketchy house to find out if his officers were alright or not. I thought he had lost his damn mind, but didn't see what choice we had. So, we all went in there and seems like he didn’t think this through. Not even a minute after we entered there was a loud bang from upstairs. They told me to stay behind while they went upstairs to find out what the noise was. Then another loud noise occurred about 4 minutes after, as they were going up, and 2 more stumps follow. I felt uncomfortable at this point and I didn’t want to go up there, because I felt like this could’ve been a trap. So, I leaned over to the other officers and whisper. “Do you think they’re making a good decision? The reason why I’m asking this is I truly think this could be a trap, correct me if I’m wrong sir.” “Don’t worry ma’am Sheriff knows what he’s doing, if anything goes wrong he’ll make sure it gets done sooner, better than anybody that I know of.” The officer replied while assuring me that everything would be ok and not to worry. Then there was a scream from one of the rooms, then silence as we all looked at each other, not knowing what to think. So, they went upstairs to give them some backup and then more screams follow. I’d had enough of this BS, so I ran off to my car and sped off back home, as far as I was concerned, that freak could have this crazy ass campsite. On the way home, some asshole puts his blinding high beams on. I thought ‘oh my fricking god you can’t be serious.’ Then the car comes beside me from the driver side. I realize that it’s the same person that tried to ram my car before. “You know what?! You’re a fucking bastard! I’m tired of playing with you.” So, I started to ram my car into his, while he’s laughing his ass off. “Oh, you think you could defeat me, lady?! You must be fucking high!” Then an oncoming car speeding towards me, I knew this was going to be the end for me and my whole life flashed in front of my face once again. The car rams into mine head-on, while “The Creeper” stops his car just like the other driver. They both start laughing in a manic tone. “You did a good job Creeper, by bringing us our next tasty meal. It could last us close to a year, maybe.” One of the backstabbing cops said while patting him on the back. “Oh, no problem my dear brother. That’s what family does, now let’s tell the rest of the family about it and let the feast begin right.” It’s been 20 years since the incident and none of the people have been found. The videotape was never recovered, and the campsite remained untouched.

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A little defensive

Bruce Wayne X Black!Reader

Summary: You’ve had your fair share of assholes to deal with so the snide and rude comments don’t bother you anymore, Bruce however? that’s a whole nother’ story

Warnings: Your favorite internet trolls, Bruce’s ability to be petty

Author note: This is my first request!!! I hope it’s what you wanted, this was my first time writing for the big bad bat himself so i’m sorry if its wack :’) Feedback is welcomed and encouraged and of course, requests are absolutely open so request away

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“Bruce Wayne can date who he want but at least make her pretty lol.”

“(Y/n) is such a strange choice for a fling, not to be racist but black is so not his usual type.”

“Interracial dating is low-key ugly lmao”

“She’d be prettier if she was lighter.” My eyes rolled hard at the keyboard warriors latest onslaught of bitter words directed directly at me, I knew I’d only work myself up but I couldn’t help myself, a sick curiosity possessed me to look through my mentions on Twitter.

I leaned into the warm sheets surrounding my body with a sigh, I weeded through the tweets for something actually relavent to me before tossing the device away from my reach, usually I wouldn’t be tempted to be on the device but Bruce wasn’t with me so I was left to my own devices. The rare moments Bruce and I did get together were spent just like that, together, away from the rest of the world and their problems. I smiled at the thought of the usually stoic man, today was supposed to be one of those sickly sweet days spent draped around one another like cling wrap, but he was pulled away to the office, some kind of emergency that required his presence. With some pushing fro me, he very reluctantly climbed out of the nest of blankets and pillows a few hours ago.

“Baby you gotta go.” “I think they’ll survive without me for a day.” He mumbled into my shoulder making no effort to get up, I felt him smile against my skin, his arm quickly latching around my midsection.“Nuh uh I see what you trynna do over there- no starting something till you handle your business.” He laughed as I pushed away from him. “Are you kicking me out of my own bed?” I pushed myself up on my elbows to look him in the eyes,

“Yes.”

He rolled over on his back with a sigh, I shamelessly watched his body stretch out, the muscles expanding as he moved.His body was more like a machine than anything, after so long of being the bat, scars were bound to litter his warm skin, sometimes I think he forgot he was human, that he wasn’t just a nameless figure of Justice who stuck fear in the hearts of his enemy’s, it took me almost two years to break the two identities apart, and now there was a fine line between the two, so fine even he could see the difference, the real Bruce Wayne had been buried under an endless quest to clean up Gotham, but now, he was beginning to shine through.

Like this moment for instance, as he begrudgingly got ready, pouting all the while. That was Bruce Wayne, despite being a grown man he had these rare moments where he acted like a teenager, almost like the lack of childhood peeked through from time to time. He fastened his tie in the mirror, meeting my eye in the reflection. “See something you like?” One of his thick brows arched, a playful smirk resting on his lips.

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t, what are you gonna do about it?” I spoke walking over to try and wrap my arms around his large form, he laughed finishing his tie before turning so we faced each other. I leaned up to rest my hands against his chest. “Now look who’s trynna start something.” He spoke breaking our stare off. I pulled away with a laugh, making my way back to the bed. “Hurry up and come back so you can finish what you started.” He grabbed his suit jacket, sliding the expensive material over his arms before leaving with a smirk and a quick kiss to the forehead. That was a solid two hours ago and he still had yet to return, as tempting as it would be to just lull myself back to sleep until he arrived, the bad taste those comments left in my mouth forced me up for the day.

Knowing Bruce, he’d give me that stupid glare he reserves for criminals if he knew what I did. See the thing is, he’s told me a million and one times to avoid all things social media, he knew how nasty the world could get, how lies spread faster than the truth and people would always believe what they wanted to, but I refused to run away from my life, I wasn’t about to let some close minded twats have that much of an impact on what I did, so I went through my morning routine of deleting all the negativity I could stomach to scan through on my timeline and slowly drinking some of Alfred’s famous tea to warm up my body.

When Bruce finally returned to me I was half way through a novel I borrowed from the manor’s library, it was an old annoyingly, spooky Stephen King novel so when the bedroom door slammed open I couldn’t fight the Yelp that left my mouth.“Christ Almighty you almost gave me a heart attack.” I laughed lightly putting a hand to my chest, my smile fell when I saw the expression on his face, his face was set in unmovable stone, almost as if he was still wearing the cowl, I shivered at the unspoken anger in his eyes. “Baby?” I asked hesitantly rising from my seat, I placed the book down on the nearby table and met his gaze. “What’s wrong?” Usually when something bad happened he would try to carry all the weight alone, not wanting to bother another with the responsibility of resolving whatever the problem was. One of the things we overcame with separating Bruce from the bat was this very issue, from the look on his face I couldn’t help but worry something happened between this morning and now so bad we’d end up fifty steps back. “Bruce?” He was silent as he pulled out his phone, he typed away before handing me the device.I scanned over the collective of negative headlines, all different but all surrounding me and him.Mostly me.I stared at him even more confused. “Baby that’s nothing, you told me yourself to ignore that kinda stuff.” He finally spoke. “The reason they pulled me in today was to talk about this- my PR representative showed me that and then some.” He scoffed leaning heavily on his knuckles against a dresser. “Did you know people were saying all horrible these things?"I sighed walking over to his tense form, I placed a hesitant palm on his shoulder,

"Well yeah-”

“How long?”

“Since we’ve been dating, but baby it’s nothing new, I don’t let it bother me.”

“Well it bothers me.” He hastily loosened his tie, tossing it somewhere off in the room, now beginning to pace the shiny marble floors. “I don’t care if they trash my name, or my company, but you?” He scoffed, anger shining through in his tense actions.“I won’t sit back- I can’t.” I watched him, my worry clear before I forced myself to calm down. I made him meet my eye, grabbing the sides of his face, stopping him in his tracks.“Hon I know- but you need to calm down, don’t act when you’re angry, you may do something you’ll regret.” His expression softened for a moment as he leaned into my touch subconsciously. “You’re one of - if not the most- incredible people I’ve ever encountered, you’re naively kind but all the same stubbornly intelligent, you’re what keeps me sane. So it’s hard to watch idiots who have no idea what kind of amazing human being you are judge you for something as ridiculous and trivial as the color of your skin.” He quickly worked himself back up so I wordlessly pulled him to his bed. He landed on his back with a huff, I pushed myself off of the soft mattress to get up and close the blinds, I took both our phones and silenced them, before putting them across the room. He stared at me with a face that asked what I was doing but I said nothing. I pulled his shoes off before kicking off my own. “What are you up too?” He spoke, the words were still serious as ever but slightly amused.I sighed with a sad smile. “Growing up- and sometimes to this day- it felt like a crime to be brown, anything and everything you did was wrong or not enough, so when the world got just a little too bleak for me to handle, I would shut it out for a little while and collect my bearings so I could face the challenges with a clear mind.” He stared at me as I climbed my way up his stupidly big bed until I made it to him. I hovered over his body, a small grin on my face as I stared at him. “We’re gonna shut the world out, because they don’t deserve our attention right now.” He said nothing but them smile growing on his face told me everything I needed to hear. His eyes turned soft, his body finally un-tensing and Bruce, had finally come back to me.

We laid there for hours, curled into each other’s bodies, hands never leaving the other persons as we talked about anything and everything, the conversation never had a direct direction but that’s what made it nostalgic, like we were both seventeen again, and our biggest worries were senior year.

The butterflies raving in my stomach never left when I looked at him, no matter how long we’d been together, I could always fall a little more in love with the man who laid before me. Thankfully, the drama from before was pretty much forgotten as we settled into the night, at least I thought it was. I woke up later in the evening searching for his warmth in my sleep but coming up empty, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I aimlessly walked down the manor’s extensive hallways until I found the door I was looking for. I’d been down in the cave a handful of times but I never got used to opening the secret door in his study, I always felt like James Bond afterwards. I made my way down the steps, my bare feet almost stung with every step down, I forgot how cold it could get in here.I couldn’t help but overhear a conversation between one of the boys and Bruce. “Remind me again why I’m hacking into Twitter accounts on a school night?.” The loud sound of typing was heard before Bruce responded. “Recon.” The other voice laughed- I now realized who it was.

“Tim?” They both looked up, the younger man smiling at me.“Hey (y/n)! Fancy seeing you here, Couldn’t sleep?” I crossed my arms, trying my best to look intimidating in my robe and bonnet. “I was asleep, but my Bruce-is-about-to-do-something-stupid senses were tingling so I figured I’d come check it out.”

Tim barked out a laugh before covering it up with a cough at the Bat glare™ he received. He turned back to the computer with an awkward whistle. Bruce turned to me, removing his cowl so we were face to face.“You should go back to bed, I’ll be in later.”

“Oh I’ll go back to sleep, if you tell me what you’re doing over there.”

“That’s confidential.”

“He’s making me hack into some random Twitter accounts.” I could feel the glare he gave Tim all the way across the room. “Bruce!” “This is justice.” “This is petty is what it is.” He crossed his arms, smirk ever present on his smug face.“Cyber bullying is illegal, I’m just doing my job. "Tim peaked his head out from behind Bruce

"Wait who got bullied.”

“No one"

”(Y/n)”

Bruce and I spoke simultaneously, Tim made some sort of noise of acknowledgement before the typing noises intensified.“Yeah they got this coming."I sighed into my hands. "Tim not you too! You’re supposed to be the smart one.” He leaned back, satisfied with whatever it is that he did. “Exactly, that’s why these jerks won’t be bothering you or anyone anymore.” I sighed walking past Bruce’s smug figure to kiss Tim’s temple, “I don’t agree with either of y'all but- Thank you, I appreciate it.” I then leaned over to give a quick peck to Bruce and question him"Are you done being petty or do I have to worry all night?“ He grabbed my hands bringing them to his mouth for a sweet kiss."I’m done.” I squinted at him before shrugging and heading back to the warmth of his bed. “Tim, look up how much it would be to buy Twitter.”

“Dear god Bruce.”

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