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alexxmason · 2 years ago

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Hanged Man || Chapter 16: Through Rose Colored Glasses.

AO3 || Masterlist Pairing: Jacob Seed x Deputy Teagan Reyes Summary:The deputy gains clarity at Joseph's service. Faith visits the enforcer. Word count: 7200+

Warnings: heavy violence, blood mention, gun violence, minor character deaths, (forced) drowning. SOME FLUFF THO!

A/N: thanks to @hoesephseed for reading this over and supporting me through my ramblings and bs. I had to cut this short, but this is a rough ride even, and the future will be too. Enjoy and excuse errors. 💕

It was a usual morning, even for their planned strange Saturday mass, set in the Holland Valley at an old church the Project didn’t use anymore.

Teagan didn’t sleep well. Her emotions and anger ran wildly through her mind, but a routine morning walk helped. Only a bit.

Her cold mother’s words and the strange encounter with the Eden’s Gate Enforcer fueled her unsettled mind.

When she came home, the sound of oil on a skillet and the smell of breakfast filled her lungs when she took in the comforting scent. Jacob was preparing a morning meal for them before their possibly busy day.

Thankful for the food, Teagan sat at the counter. “You’re just turning into the regular househusband, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I just enjoy keeping things in order. I can be nice since you work so hard.” Jacob teased her when he joined her. Pointing her plate to go on eating.

Tearing into the breakfast sandwich, the fried egg bursting when she bit down, and the wonderful combination of the runny yolk and bacon almost washed away her worries.

With a hum of satisfaction, Teagan responded, “Well, I have to work hard; someone has to bring home the bacon. Sure as hell ain’t daddy..”

Jacob laughed, “I know, baby, the least I can do in return is cook you a meal. Make sure you stay strong and healthy. All that training can only do so much,” he said when he flung a hand towel over his shoulder before turning his back to her and waltzing to her living space.

Teagan rolled her eyes and continued her breakfast. Sipping her coffee before she said, “You know I take care of myself all the time.”

“I don’t doubt it, Teagan. But you can humor me.”

Just as she was finishing, she heard her stereo system come on. The old one her father gifted her, or just wanted to get rid of it, turning on and Jacob. Fiddling with the knobs. Wiping any dust down, he saw till he found just the right song.

It was an older song, an INXS song that he enjoined himself.

Jacob motioned her to him. Told Teagan to join him for just a moment. She only rolled her eyes, “What are you doing?”

“I’m trying to have a moment,” the Soldier smiled, “I need to show you some moves.”

The flush on Teagan’s freckled cheeks grew, and she dragged her feet when she walked over to her old man, “I have more rhythm in my left foot than you think. You should know.”

“Eh, I’m old, remember? Remind me.” He responded when he stepped behind her.

Jacob’s hands slid under her arms, lifting them a bit and out. Like Christ on the cross, only the wood was swaying behind him.

Don't ask me

What you know is true

Don't have to tell you

I love your precious heart

The smooth beat to the rhythm, Never Tear Us Apart, guides them. Teagan moved her hips with Jacob’s movements.

She smiled when his hands slid down to her hips. Moving and swaying to the beat of the music.

I was standing

You were there

Two worlds collided

And they could never tear us apart

Before he could get any ideas, she sighed softly against his cheek, “Jacob, I’d like a shower first.”

“In a moment,” he was so focused on Teagan. On their rhythm.

We could live

For a thousand years

But if I hurt you

I'd make wine from your tears

Jacob always was a music lover. One of her favorite qualities about him.

Their song goes on. And Teagan thought about Jacob and their last year or so. She didn’t find peace but confidence and strength. Jacob never belittled her, doubted her, or constricted her.

He just pushed her a little when Teagan needed it.

Before the two can get lost in the music filling their minds and their swaying. Teagan told Jacob, “Maybe if your fast enough cleaning up, you can join me in the shower.”

“Fuck the cleaning,” he responded, turning her around to throw Teagan over his shoulder as she laughed and to the shower.

After their not surprisingly long shower, the deputy pulled her hair up and twirled the curls into a bun. Small loose curls framed her face as she continued getting ready, slipping into a long sleeve red henley and some jeans. She pulled down the sleeves a bit, avoiding the faint scars from her encounter with Nelson so long ago. It was easier to pretend she couldn’t pay attention to the scars.

She noticed Jacob’s eyes on her, sighing to himself as he dressed himself. Dressing into his military fatigues from the clean basket of clothes.

“As pretty as you always are, you’re not gonna sport that uniform?” Jacob asked, referring to the shoddy and militant outfit his hunters wore.

Teagan shook her head, “Not my style,” she answered, “I’m sure the boss will forgive me this once.”

“Are you so sure he’s forgiving?” Jacob grinned as he stepped closer to her. Standing over her, she sat at the edge of the bed and nodded with a smile. He brushed her freckled cheeks and nose with his rough fingertips to kiss her. Leaning down and pressed his lips to hers.

She felt the slight tickle of his mustache on her skin, something she had grown so accustomed to.

As she sighed and peered up at him, her dark eyes meeting his, Teagan asked him again, “What was the reason for the service today?”

Jacob shrugged and chuckled softly, “Maybe John wanted to shake things up. Maybe he just wanted to piss you off.”

His baby brother made a point for the deputy to be there. Likely to make a show of power or just pick at her some more.

Teagan didn’t know and didn’t care, pathetic prick.

She was still enraged with his behavior the day prior and heavy with her own mother’s words and her encounter with Thomas.

So much more uncertainty with her place in Hope County. She didn’t feel welcome like before. Her brother was gone, and her mother and father had grown distant from her. Thomas. Nelson Rhodes.

It was just Jacob that made her enjoy being in that hellish hick place.

Teagan foolishly pulled her man by the belt, almost tempting him, “Why don’t we just stay home? And just lay in bed all day.”

The soldier leaned down to her, putting a hand on her chest and carefully pushing her to her back, “As tempting as that sounds, we’re expected.”

When she let out a little pouting whine, Jacob pressed into her. He embraced her and kissed her deeply after; said, “I’m sure we won’t be missed.”

“Hopefully, it won’t be long,” Jacob kissed her cheek and jaw. Planting small kisses on her neck, “Well, we don’t have to be on time?”

Teagan smiled and mewled when she felt his hands moving up her shirt while he nipped her neck, “Don’t forget you mentioned something about camping and focus training?”

His hands ran up her sides and to her bra, smiling against her skin. Still putting kisses to her soft skin. Just pull it down enough to massage her skin.

Teagan gripped his red hair tightly, moaning softly with his kisses and light sucking along her skin.

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The odd couple wasn’t as late as they thought they would be.

They were at an unfamiliar location or one unknown to her. A church Teagan had never been to. The bright sun illuminated the crisp white paint peeling from the years of worn and worship. Or just cheap.

It wasn’t very packed. Some chosen Teagan recognized ones she had tussled with during Jacob’s training; she noticed a few others.

“It’s a bit dead, right?” But Teagan asked Jacob as she held onto his arm, “I thought it’d be more packed.”

But he didn’t give much of an answer. Jacob seemed just as confused.

His blue eyes scanned the room as they stepped inside the church; old and worn, Jacob just shrugged, “Better this way. Means everyone’s working hard.”

A small scoff slipped out, and Teagan rolled her eyes.

Jacob left her one at the tall, bright windows illuminating the dark room.

There were no light fixtures, and the pews seemed older than the compound's. Just a large Eden’s Gate flag backdrop at the end of the church where Joseph stood with his brothers. Speaking to John so hushed and closed his eyes while he shook his head. Some shame in his gaze, but John’s wicked smile made Teagan think otherwise.

As Teagan tried to make sense of whatever John was mouthing, she jumped when she felt a slim hand wrap around hers. Big and lovely rings on the ring, middle, and index fingers; rings that have come across Teagan’s face once. Or twice.

Magdalena.

“Good morning, mamas,” her mother gave her a firm smile. Then, her dark eyes snapped to a pew next to them, “Sit with your mother.”

A deep heaviness grew in Teagan’s throat as she sat per her mother’s instruction. Just the two of them in the row while others scattered to their own seats.

Again, her eyes wandered as she took notes of the people at the Saturday mass. Mainly looking for Jacob to save her.

He was just off on the other side, in the back, standing with John as they spoke quietly. Jacob seemed just as tense as Joseph, while John smiled like a proud child.

Jacob just grinned at her. Maybe to be a comfort as she hated sitting with her mother.

While she sat with her, they made small talk. Her mom commented on keeping her curls up while her own braided. Magdalena fussed and brushed her curls out when Teagan took down her hair.

Teagan asked about her father, and Magdalena only said he wasn’t feeling well.

Magdalena spoke about her uncle’s distillery as Teagan scanned the old chapel. It was almost empty compared to other services. Joseph could pack a house, and this day had such few folks. And many had a rifle by them.

Teagan noticed it quickly. It was odd. Usually, only guards were armed. Not the flock.

Something in Teagan’s belly stirred, and she felt confused.

As Joseph addressed and welcomed his flock, Teagan jumped when she heard the doors slamming closed.

Joseph’s chosen, armed to the teeth. Prepared like guard dogs.

Rough and unruly looking ones.

Her mother’s hand gripped hers tightly to keep her still, “Did you apologize to John?”

“What? You’re not serious,” Teagan snapped quietly. She noted a Chosen on the other side of the room, to the far right, carefully going down the aisle along the big bright windows.

Teagan didn’t take her eyes off her surroundings, even her mother reprimanding her.

“You were out of line!” Magdalena scolded the young hunter in a hushed whisper, “You struck him when he has been good to you and your family. And what did Jacob think?”

“Jacob didn’t care.” Teagan snapped, “Besides, shouldn’t you be more worried about some random man harassing me all the time.”

Her mother only scoffed and dismissed it. Teagan only said, “Fine. Maybe he is not actively bothering me, but he messes with me every chance he gets.” Then she thought it had to do something with Thomas and how John envied him.

“Must not bother Jacob since John is ‘messing’ with you so much.” The petty words from her own mother silenced Teagan.

She could hear Joseph at the front of the church. She was only half listening; her focus was split between her mother and the armed men on either side of the church. She noticed Jacob on the other side of the room. Toward the back, his own eyes watching his brother.

Magdalena didn’t let up, “You think you’re so tough. Some combatiente, that’s your father raising you like a fighter and not like a lady.”

When Teagan tried to cut her off, her mother stopped her. The older woman went on, still gripping Teagan’s hand as Joseph spoke about loyalty and strength; she whispered, “You need to curb your anger, your rage; we don’t get to have that luxury to lash out. We’re better than that. You’re better than that. Letting some man rile you up like that…” She scoffed and shook her head. Her brown, greying curls swaying, “¡Qué ridículo!”

“Joseph did mention to me about you taking up Thomas’s place. An enforcer? I believe he said Jacob suggested it. I don’t know if it’s best. I told him you should be with me.” Magdalena went on.

But Teagan turned it out. She didn’t want to think about Thomas. Or even his job; Teagan didn’t know what that was if she was honest. Thomas was secretive, and she just assumed it was a security role. But considering what it did to them, Teagan would make sure to tell Jacob and Joseph she was uninterested if Teagan had the choice.

It wasn’t the best time for Teagan to bicker with her mother. She didn’t reply; it was enough to satisfy Magdalena while she listened to Joseph’s words.

“I have loved you all; I have embraced you children, and we are creating hope for our future together. But, unfortunately, we all suffer when one of our family strays and loses its way.” Joseph’s voice began to strain, “I have never turned away those sinners, those lost children, the ones that need our salvation. So many have found their way into our home. And have grown our cause in return. That is true loyalty, but not everyone is always grateful for our love.. We protect each other.”

Teagan noticed one man in a grey shirt and a hat a few rows before her. She had never seen him before. He kept looking down when others were fixated on Joseph; it was his row the chosen had stopped at.

“Mom,” Teagan quietly called to her mother, “Doesn’t something seem off?”

The question caught her mother’s attention, and when Teagan explained the emptiness of the church and the strange influx of firearms, her mother nodded.

Confused, Magdalena said, “That’s odd, yes. I don’t like rifles. Usually, it’s packed.”

Saturday masses weren’t uncommon, but Joseph could pack the house even then.

No one dared to miss his words. This was different.

Teagan patted her mother’s tense hand on hers, but before she could reassure her mother, a squirrely voice greeted the women.

It was the Baptist. His dark hair slicked as usual and all cleaned up, grinning with pride as he said his hello, “Mrs. Reyes, I am surprised to see you here.” Magdalena returned the grin with a gentle and warm smile, “Yes! I heard there was a service, and I would never want to miss Joseph’s inspiring words; do you know why there are not many of our brothers and sisters here?”

“And why does everyone seem to be armed?” Teagan inserted her observation, but John’s bright blue eyes only glanced at her. The same petty smirk he gave her when she smacked him for his snide remark.

John gave her a quick and bitter smile, “Nothing that concerns you, dear. Locals are getting rowdy.” Magdalena just said Ay Dios, then went on talking about how the people of Hope County have no respect.

After John agreed with the older woman, he mentioned that his sister requested Magdalena’s services. They were missing a specific compound, and it was apparent that the scientist was needed wherever Faith was. Teagan never knew where this greenhouse was. She never cared.

Magdalena looked to her daughter, her hand still holding hers, “You'll behave?”

“Yes, mama.”

Her mother nodded and kissed her daughter’s hand before leaving the row.

John only smirked and sighed when he plopped down next to Teagan. Listening to Joseph’s sermon till he told Teagan, “How are you enjoying your weekend, Deputy Reyes?”

Teagan ignored his question. Her eyes were still scanning the room and at the armed men. She excused herself, “I’m going to talk to Jacob.”

“Oh, bored already? I suppose you should while you can,” was all he said as he waved Teagan away with a shit-eating grin. Proud and shady.

The deputy just returned his gloating with a hateful stare, “I’m not bored. I just have no patience to deal with you.”

When she quietly snaked out of her row, he was by the window as she joined him. Teagan hadn’t noticed that Jacob had made his way to her side of the church.

Standing at his side as he stood straight and tall, she peered up at him as Joseph gave a passionate speech about how his flock can only grow with loyalty and devotion.

Handsome, his red hair and beard bright as the sun shines through the old paned windows. His scars were more prominent in the light, but Teagan only reached for the scarred hand and held it.

Jacob just eyed her when she said, “Is something going on?”

He shook his head, so casual and nonchalant. Sighing, “No. Everything is as it should be.” His blue eyes snapped to hers, “You wanna get out of here?”

His question was odd, considering their conversation earlier, “I thought we were supposed to be here. Anyway, why is everyone strapped?”

Again, he just shook his head. And said, “Let’s just go. Rather spend time with you before I get busy at the compound.”

Strange.

“You wanted us to be here all morning; what’s changed?” the deputy pressed her man more.

But he just said not now. And said again that they should just head home.

Joseph took in a deep inhale when he lifted his hand to his small flock, the sunlight on him like a spotlight as he went on, “God demands we save those lost souls whether they want to be saved or not.” His hands dropped to his side, his fist balling tightly.

Teagan’s gaze fell on Joseph as he continued his sermon while waiting for her answer from Jacob.

Again the Father spoke of his most faithful and how they protect their home. Then, his voice booming in the half empty church, he raised his other hand this time, “….and some will wish to harm us. Some will wish to destroy all that we have built here together.”

Joseph’s voice softened but grew cold. Harsh when his eyes fell toward Teagan’s side of the church when he said, “And some will betray us.”

As if his words were like a dinner bell, the chosen rows ahead moved quickly. Ripping the stranger from his place as he attempted to struggle, but a rifle to his cheek prevented that.

His hat fell to the ground, and people screamed to grab him. To purge the sinner.

Teagan’s dark eyes blew wide at the scene. Gasping quietly as the chosen hit the man again, John's quiet laugh diminished when he stood up from his seat and he ordered the soldiers to tie him and bring him to Joseph.

Everything felt slow, time stopping as Teagan tried to rush to aid the stranger but felt a quick and tight grip on her arm.

Her broken and rapid breathing did nothing for her anxiety when she glanced down at the heavy hand around her bicep.

Jacob. Her man had a firm hold on her and seethed through teeth, “Teagan. Don’t.”

“Let go of me,” she pulled at her arm, but he didn’t release her, “What the fuck is going on?”

She can hear Joseph’s flock shouting wind down when he said, “my children, please.” And the fighting stranger was brought to his knees in front of the father. The stranger's hands were tied behind his back, the deputy couldn’t see his face, but he kept it down from Joseph.

“Those in the outside world are blind.”

Joseph reached out for the man while Teagan balled her fist and repeated bitterly, “Get the fuck off me right now, Jacob.” She looked back to the commotion, “What the fuck are they doing?!” Her voice began to rise when Jacob’s grip grew tighter.

“They do not believe.”

Her man didn’t let go. Instead, his other hand grabbed her other arm and held her tightly.

He was cold and cruel when he ordered her, “This isn’t your fight. Stand down.”

She tells him again, “Get your fucking hands off me, Jacob.” A deep, engulfing rage boiling when his grip just tightened, “You wanna fight me, Jacob?”

He was quiet for a moment as he scanned her enraged eyes. Then lifted his chin and said, “Is that what you want? Cause I’ll let you take the first shot.” He answered almost immediately. His tone was bitter.

Her freckled face grew hot, “You know what happened to the last man that tried to hurt me?”

The soldier’s hands still held her in place as she answered her, “Yeah, honey. I buried him.” A cold and terrible answer that shut the deputy up.

Teagan felt the familiar bubbling rage build and her face grew hot when she and Jacob kept their eyes locked.

There was a coldness, a dark nature in his eyes and voice that Teagan had never witnessed; the church felt sick even, and Teagan, for the first time, didn’t feel the comfort Eden’s Gate provided. And she didn’t trust Jacob.

A twisting and nauseous sensation built up more when she realized that she was afraid of him at that moment.

Jacob’s hunter and the deputy didn’t move, though. Ignoring the silent mumbling of Joseph’s flock.

The deputy didn’t want to break her focus from Jacob. She was afraid if she looked back just once, he could do anything to her. Could rush her.

“They have no faith.”

Every instinct told Teagan to bite back, to shove her man to the whimpering stranger on his knees. Helpless while armed men stood over him at Joseph’s side while the pastor’s hands held the man’s face. Hushing him to calm the man’s frantic nature.

But Teagan made the mistake of looking back at him. Her dark chocolate eyes snapped back and forth to Jacob’s stern gaze and to the commotion up at the front.

The yellow glasses hid the terrible look in the deranged preacher’s eyes when Joseph said, “But I will make them see,” and the tips of his thumbs pressed into the stranger’s eyes.

Deputy Reyes watched in horror as Joseph shoved his thumbs into the man’s eyes with no emotion but a hateful grimace.

The man’s cries and screams caused the small woman to grip Jacob’s fatigues, burying her hot face instinctively. Whimpering and gasping into Jacob’s chest as his grip grew tighter. Dark, soft curls fell to cover her cheeks. Like a blanket over her as she blocked out the terrible sounds.

The sounds of the poor stranger’s screams slowly grew quieter, and a body dropped.

When the stranger’s sounds ceased, the deputy was trembling and trying to keep in her broken gasps when she glanced down at Jacob’s holster. Eyeing his pistol.

Everything in her, all her little voices and instincts, told her to grab it. She didn’t know what she could do with it. But she only thought of the still stranger at the front. And that Joseph was the cause of it.

Joseph was at the root, but so many emotions began to stir and mostly ones of guilt. The guilt of not seeing sooner what was going on. John and Jacob’s calm nature, the hate and vague rumors against the Project. It all made sense. It made sense that she was stupid enough not to see the truth. And let herself be fooled and blinded.

But she needed to act against the man with blood on his hands.

Teagan hesitated to look at Jacob or Joseph.

Scarred hands still held her tightly, even when she found the courage to peek up through her curls. But Jacob was watching his brother. While eyes focused on Joseph, Teagan felt his chest rise with a deep breath against her palms. Inhaling and tensing his jaw, frustrated.

She was a fool to look back. When she did, Teagan saw Joseph’s bloodied hands raised to the heavens. His expression was tender and grateful, as if God was praising him for his act.

It was fucking nightmare. Teagan’s knees could buckle, and she collapsed and vomited there. She felt sick watching Joseph bask in his victory, John grinning like the devil, and Jacob’s tight hold.

Her throat went dry; her stomach twisted when she finally looked up to Jacob.

The blue eyes she’d grown to adore was dark and cold. His lips were tight when he instructed her, “I’m going to walk you out, calmly.”

But Jacob should’ve known his woman better. Teagan didn’t move. She only stared up at him. Her dark eyes glared with growing resentment. Her lips parted enough to show her gritting her teeth together.

Baring her teeth like a rabid dog when Jacob shook his head, “You won’t win this fight.”

This wasn’t her man. This wasn’t the fabricated boyfriend she loved. And at that moment, Teagan had to act against this new foe.

“Get your hands off me, Jacob,” she said in a hushed order. Her eyes locked on Jacob’s when he told her again that she couldn’t do anything and she would lose this fight.

“I’m doing this for your own protection,” He told her, “I knew you weren’t ready.”

The last comment only enraged her, and Teagan acted quickly when she threw her knee as hard she could into Jacob’s crotch. Taking advantage when he let go of her arms and hunched down in pain, throwing her forehead into Jacob’s face. She could think of the now growing headache; she had to reach for Jacob’s firearm.

Everything was a blur after that. When Teagan pulled the pistol from his hip, she didn’t waste time aiming at the Father.

Her rage took over, and things went black. Teagan could hear shouting, and when she shot the gun, a hard strike to her cheek caused her to miss.

Wrestling with a Chosen soldier over the pistol as another went behind the deputy and lifted her up. Teagan shot the gun again, killing the man that tried to pry the weapon from her.

It did nothing; within seconds, the man behind her threw her to the ground while another held her hand to the floor. Ignoring her swears and threat when the man twisted her wrist till she dropped the firearm.

Teagan’s screams filled the church now, and she could hear some gasps but more so Joseph telling his flock, “Some of our brothers and sisters do not understand. They’re afraid. It’s our place to guide them..”

Her throat would shred if she kept her shouting up. Whimpering and screaming, “Get the fuck off me!” while she kicked her feet. Pulling at her hands to throw her fist into the Chosen’s jaw, but it only freed her hand for the moment.

Jacob was nowhere in her line of sight. She wanted to call and plead for him to help her, but she hated him. Hated him at that moment when she didn’t see him or when he held her tightly.

Staring her down like a snake. Ready to devour her if she moved too quickly.

There wasn’t any time to worry about Jacob when she saw John from the corner of her crying eyes.

She swore she could hear him laugh, but she kept pulling at her hands and kicking her feet when she caught the glimpse of a knife.

A knife that John seemingly played with when he opened it, standing with his men when he hunched down over the deputy. His tacky coat with plains trailed all over, hitting the ground.

A commanding voice echoed through the church as Joseph told his unsettled sheep, “Do not worry for our sister. I said some would betray us, and this is our example. Now, we must prepare. Prepare our loyal family for what’s to come.”

When John waved the knife, Teagan never stopped trying to free her hands and feet, “Now listen, dear, I can’t promise this one will be painless if you keep squirming.”

She was unsure what the fuck he was talking about, but it only terrified her more.

Teagan jumped when she heard a deep, booming, familiar voice, “John. That’s enough.”

It was Jacob on the ground across them, some of his soldiers tending to his busted lip and bloodied nose.

He was huffing and panting to catch his breath, lazily demanding John to stop scaring Teagan.

Still trembling and her lip shivering as she fought her sobs, Teagan watched John sheepishly collect himself.

Pushing back his loose hair, adjusting his shirt, and putting his knife away, “Yes, brother.”

“Take her to the ranch,” Jacob said with a broken, tired sigh.

His hazed blue eyes caught Teagan’s burning dark eyes. They were hateful, tearing into his with the restatement. Fear.

Teagan kept her sobs in when she looked at Jacob. She wanted to be thankful, but she did not understand her situation.

She wanted just to weep.

When Joseph asked his church to join in a hymn, John took it as the go-ahead. Having his people grab Teagan’s limbs, carrying her out of the church as she screamed.

Yelling, “No!” and “Get your hands off me!” and more threats. None at Jacob. She couldn’t think of him.

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It was closing time at the Marina, and the owner and her young man made sure to head to town for a good night.

Naturally, Ms. Drubman tried to get Thomas to join them, but he just denied her.

He cleaned up the shop as usual. Hosing the docks down as the sun set on the Montana waters was comforting and serene.

The atmosphere was just the right amount of cool and hot to allow him to wear a mesh crop top he had just purchased at a garage sale.

He was sure they gave it to him for .50 cents to get rid of him when they saw the tattoo on his forehead. His sins riddled along his deformed body. Thomas began to wear his ball cap backward to at least hide the tattoo as much as he could. To feel more normal.

It was the day James and Marshal were meant to gather more intel on Joseph. Thomas’s ticket out of Hope. And to make sure Teagan was safe out of harm's way.

So close. I’m still a good man. Just a bit longer.

The former peggie started looking up the California lifestyle, checking trades he could learn while incarcerated. He was almost excited to work on his GED inside. He even cut down his smoking.

He smiled to himself, thinking of all the possibilities his future could have. And just hoped his friend would be there.

Thomas owed her that much.

When he finished sweeping the floors and taking out the trash, he heard a knock on the door of the marina.

Knocks grew more frantic the longer he took. When he looked out the glass, he saw the sweet familiar face of Faith Seed.

Her light brown locks flipped as she looked around her; she was shaken when she called out to Thomas.

Thomas told her friend to hold on while he switched off the cameras. Adelaide would kill him if she saw Faith there.

“Faith! Are you okay?” He said as soon as she entered when he unlocked the door. Holding her flushed face.

Faith was panting rapidly, whimpering when she embraced Thomas, “Oh god! Tom! Something’s going on!”

He offered her a seat and a drink of water to calm down, “Faith, are you okay? No one’s hurt you, right?”

The young woman shook her head. Taking in a deep breath before she spoke. Faith’s words were careful as she calmed down, “Oh, Tom. James is gone! He just disappeared!”

His face soured with confusion, twisting when she went on to say that James packed up with a woman and left town.

“I don’t understand! He’s gone but… oh god. He’s betrayed us, Tom.” She choked up a sob, “He brought the authorities here!”

No, no, no. Fuck! No! Thomas’s face went white. He tried to keep a stone expression and to keep himself composed. What about the Marshal?

Tom wondered if she was there to beg him to bring James back. To put him down like he did Mr. Collins.

He could only guess as he asked, “What authorities, Faith? What are you talking about?”

Faith went on to tell Tom about the events at the church. Joseph attacked the Marshall, gouging his eyes out, and had him taken to Jacob’s armory. “He was there recording Joseph! He could’ve had some setup for all we know, and the police could have it.” She wiped the tears from her hot cheeks, “I’m so sorry to burden you. It’s just so scary to think about us losing our home.”

Thomas didn’t say anything. He just bit his lip and exhaled. His hands shook as his anxiety built at the thought, my way out is gone. A US marshal is dead and the trail leads to me.

He couldn’t shake his fears and worries when Faith embraced him, weeping and telling him she was afraid.

When she asked him why he was shaking, “I’m sorry, Faith. This all so much, and I’m sorry you’re so shaken. I just haven’t had a cigarette for a bit.”

She laughed softly and smiled, “It’s okay. I’m sorry, too! But I have something else to tell you.”

This is it. This is when she pins me as the rat.

Faith looked to the ground and stepped back, “It’s about Teagan..”

Any fear he had, tripled when he heard the name. And he grabbed Faith’s shoulders gently, leaning away to lock his gaze on her, “What about Teagan?”

“She’s…. She went crazy! Teagan lost it at the church!” Faith started to throw her hands up. Her face red and her hands trembling, “She shot at Joseph and killed Benny! Teagan even attacked Jacob! It took four men to put her down!”

Faith's voice cracked with worry, and her hand caressed Tom’s pale face, “John took her to the ranch. I’m sorry.”

The ranch was a nightmare for anyone against the Project. John's torture and terrible acts on unfaithful and less cooperative souls were unspeakable. And Teagan was on her way there.

A sour feel in Thomas’s belly and throat built at the thought, and he realized Faith. He almost wanted to collapse, “When did they send her there?”

“Uh.. just a bit ago.”

“Ok. Ok, Faith. You know what John is. I need to get my stuff from the back, and I’ll head there.” Tom stammered and tried to calm himself, “You’ll come with me?”

Faith’s thumbs picked at each other, “Do you think that’s wise?”

She jumped when he shouted her name and shuddered a “Please. She doesn’t deserve that.”

The young woman nodded and said okay. He hugged her tightly and thanked her. Kissing her forehead gratefully and telling Faith he’d be right back.

Rushing to the back of the store, to the bait room where they kept tubs of minnows and goldfish. Tom quickly grabbed his backpack and stuffed his grey sweatshirt inside, his hat, and nicotine gum. He heard the front door bell when he reached for the keys to lock up.

He had called out to Faith, asking her if she was there. But it was a tall wormy face bastard that answered.

Jordan Hayes stepped into the bait room, grinning from ear to ear, “Hello, brother. Been a while.” A deep scar was heavy across his cheek when Teagan smashed her cast on his face.

Tom shook his head with a bitter smirk, “Fuck. She played me?” He asked, tossing his backpack to the ground, “what is it, Jordan?”

“Dues,” Jordan quickly answered. The tank standing tall when another two chosen stepped into the bait room.

Hayes glanced around the room, “You seem like you're in your element. Bottom feeding in the trash like the little rat you are.”

“Fuck you,” Thomas snapped at Jordan, taunting him “This all some trick to fucking kill me? Do you really need three assholes to do it? That’s sad.”

There was silence for a moment. The only sound was the filter to the bait tanks going. The innocent fish were oblivious to their hostile environment while the Peggies were staring down their cornered brother.

“You seem to have forgotten you owe John a favor,” Jordan laughed, and Thomas bit down the urge to rush him.

It took Thomas everything not to beat Jodan’s face in when Tom told him to fuck off.

“Apparently, you owe John for getting your little deputy out of trouble,” Jordan said as he picked at some dirt under his nails, “What our Faith said was true. James bailed with some woman ratting to some cop. The nerve to bring him to the church too, but we knew about that.” A slight grimace appeared on Jordan’s face when he brought up Teagan, hate in his voice when he touched a nasty scar on his face, “And Ms. Reyes is… Incapacitated at the moment.”

Thomas felt his blood boil and cut Jordan off, pointing to his former brothers, “Enough of this shit. Why are you here?”

A foolish question. Tom knew why they were there. Another hunting trip, hunting his friend. Taking James and the reporter out of the picture. And Jordan confirmed it, “Joseph and John have requested you seek out James and this stranger. And… do what you do best.”

“No,” Tom was firm. He was out, and he refused to bloody his hands anymore for the sake of Eden’s Gate.

It seemed that Hayes was anticipating Thomas’s answer. Jordan looked to his two other companions with a slight smirk, and he hummed to himself, “You see, John was sure you’d refuse. So there is an unpaid debt.. And I have been instructed to make sure it is cleared.” A life for a life. James or Thomas. He couldn’t worry for Teagan yet. He had to hope that Jacob kept her breathing. Tom knew that this was his death sentence. And Joseph assumed he would kill in his name and beg for his forgiveness.

“Well… John should’ve come himself for this.”

Jordan shrugged, “Busy..” he let out a deep exhale before scratching his unruly beard before he stepped out of the doorway. The other chosen followed suit, “If you refused your dues and after the kindness the family has shown you, you know what comes next.” After Selena and Rose, the Seeds had no more room for pity. Thomas had to accept it. His life was nothing, he had no future now that Marshall was killed. James could have a future still.

Hesitant, Thomas stepped forward as the Peggies moved away from the door. Letting him through, only Thomas wasn’t ready to die. Not at the hands of some cultists.

When he felt a hand from the shorter chosen reach grab his shoulder, Tom took the chance to throw his elbow into the man’s nose. Shoving him back while throwing a punch into the other lackey’s jaw. Another one quickly before he could fight back.

Thomas was fast, and when Jordan grabbed his shirt, he was thankful the thin mesh fabric ripped.

Tom stumbled a bit when Jordan pulled him, but it didn’t stop him from rushing him. Getting the upper when Jordan struggled to stay on his feet. And slid back on the slick tile, falling on his back.

Quick to take the chance, Tom dropped down. Grabbing Jordan’s shirt collar and slamming his tight fist into the man’s face.

Over and over, each heavy hit was anger and frustration being released. Tom’s hands going for Jordan’s neck.

He felt Jordan’s hands reach you to his face. His sweaty blonde locks fell down as Jordan tried to claw at his flushed face. His neck. Anything as he struggled to breathe.

Everything that Thomas had gone through, his pain and suffering, came pouring out when he tightened his grip around Jordan’s throat.

Tom fought the tears in his eyes from the built up emotion.

One of the chosen slammed his rifle into Tom’s back and pulled him by his blond hair off Jordan, causing the young man to fall to the side.

Tom fell onto one of the bait tanks, the sweet little minnows swimming frantically from the sudden impact. As he tried to pick himself up with his hands on the sides of the open tubs, he felt one of them grab his wrist and his head. Trying to shove him down into the water.

When a steady hand slipped, Tom lost his balance. His face was inches from the water before he heard the smug voice behind him.

Jordan called a rat motherfucker and assisted his soldier, pushing Tom’s head into the tank.

The water was colder than he imagined. An Immediate panic sank in and he began to frantically trash. Trying to push back from the hold, trying to throw his one free hand back against anything.

But his panicking and fighting back did nothing to save him. It felt like time was slipping by as he began to struggle to keep his breath. His mind slipping away as he tried to fight it, trying to keep awake as the men kept his head under the water.

Little minnows swimming so excitedly around him. As if terrified while Tom’s fighting started to cease, and his body grew slack as his blue eyes closed as he slipped away.

When his body went limp, the three Peggies let go of him. Tom’s body drops to the ground, a puddle of water built up from the fighting and now from Tom’s wet body.

Jordan’s bloodied nose and swelling lip aching him. He shoved one of the men when they snickered and said, “Tom always was a fighter.”

“Throw him in the River. Let him be someone else’s find,” Jordan commanded the men. Proud of himself. Killing Joseph’s favorite, Faith’s favorite. The brother that everyone loved but Thomas was nobody. Jordan cared. He dedicated his life and riches to the project, while Tom was only loved for his pretty smile.

It was Jordan’s turn for that praise and love.

“It’s done, Sister,” Jordan told Faith when he stepped outside.

Faith was weeping and sobbing. She didn’t want to hear how Jordan did it, “He was a good man.” She smiled as tears poured down her face. Jordan fought the urge to cradle the young Seed. She would move on and see this as a show of his devotion.

One of the chosen rushed out of the store, “Sister Faith! It’s.. well, Thomas is still breathing a bit.”

Faith looked at Jordan, shocked and disappointed. A small rage in her face as she glared at the anxious chosen.

Faith collected herself and lifted her face. Her sweet face turned red as she scowled when she ordered her men, “Take him back to the bunker. I’ll handle this..”

#im sorry!!!#everything's fine #oc: teagan reyes #oc: thomas keller #fic: hanged man #jacob x teagan #x: be my victim #jacob seed x deputy #jacob seed #far cry 5 fic #fleetwood fics

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91whiskeygirl · 5 years ago

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Whiskey Hangover

*Inspired by Season 14, reader insert. Slight foul language, some angst and maybe fluff? Changed things up so reader can be inserted, DUH🤷🏻‍♀️**

Everything is blurry. Every muscle you have is too relaxed to react to the strong arms trying to guide you to the bathroom. It’s been weeks since Dean had invited Micheal into him. There was no time to argue with him about it, he didn’t even get to say goodbye to you. He didn’t even look at you when Michael took control and vanished. The emptiness hurt you enough to drink yourself to passing out . Puking your guts out in a toilet was pretty much your daily routine, no matter what time of day it was.

“Y/n, breathe, it’s gonna be ok, just take it easy” Sam said to you softly as he held your hair back. You hummed in agreement while your gag reflex finally settled, and sat back against the cold tile wall, your eyes closed. Your head started to pound something wicked into your brain and you tried to focus on the giant in front of you cleaning you up. Pushing his hands away you get up with what physical will you had left in you and staggered your way into Dean’s bedroom. You only hear Sam’s voice as a muffle behind you, asking if you were ok, and to lay on your side before passing out. “Sammy, baby I don’t need you to take care of me, alright? I’m fine! I’m just peachy.”,huffing and collapsing onto the bed. Burying your face into Dean’s pillow the tears started to fall, you clutched to it tighter. You were angry, sad, numb all at once. Sam turns you to the side and places the wastebasket on your side of the bed. He gives you a small smile and gently pushes your hair away from your face.

“When you get up, I’ve got a couple of Tylenol and glass of water for you.” You blink your eyelids heavily and give him a small smile back, reaching for his chin. His beard tickling your palm. “Still the sweet Yeti as ever. I knew I picked the wrong Winchester.” He exhales harshly at that and his smile fades, but you don’t notice it since you fell asleep. He didn’t know if you were just teasing him or you actually meant it. You always had a loose tongue on your feelings when you were drunk. he admitted to himself that he had feelings for you, not as a friend or as a sister; but Dean was always the rambunctious one and took the first step to ask you out years ago after that one werewolf hunt. He stayed on the sidelines hoping those emotions whenever you gave him bear tackling hugs or pranked him while he was researching to fade, but it never did. He tucks you in and slowly makes his way to close the door, taking one last look at you.

Two weeks ago

“We had a deal!” You hear Dean groaning, straining to keep himself in his own body. The veins in his body start to pulse out and you watch him turn into Michael’s vessel before your eyes. You supported Jack with what strength you had while watching the man you love turn into an archangel. Too shocked to say a word you end up on your knees as he looks to you, Sam and Jack, “Thanks for the suit.”disappearing to god knows where.

Your blood shot eyes open and you feel yourself sitting up quicker than you wanted to, blood rushing into your head, the hammering pulse of a hangover presenting itself.

“Fuck. Never should’ve taken up whiskey.” You rubbed your temples and sit on the edge of the bed. Noticing your mouth feels very dry you look over to Sam’s little gift, a tall glass of water and a couple of Tylenol on the nightstand. “Thank goodness for you Yeti.” You say gruffly as you down the hopefully pills that might get you through today. You’d hoped to stay in bed but the only cure for a hangover would be food, you change into one of Dean’s shirts and put on some jeans, not bothering to brush your hair you place it in a bun and brush your teeth. It had always bothered you that there was a sink in the bedroom, but now it was a normal appliance since you barely left the room unless you needed a refill of whiskey for your glass. You head to the kitchen and see everyone scurrying around like working ants in their colony. Ever since they were saved and went through the rift most decided to stay and fight for the cause. You didn’t mind having company since it deflected what you were doing to yourself. Everyone was too busy to bat an eye at you unless it was asking where Sam was.

“Good afternoon, y/n,” a deep voice called out to you from behind. Cas was still an Angel, handsome as ever, but you could see the toll it took on him to keep everything in order while trying to track where Dean, Michael was. You shot him a wink while frying up eggs and bacon in a pan. “Hey Cas, it’s too bad you can’t taste food like before, I make a mean hangover breakfast.”

“Are you up for joining me trying to find...Michael?” He saw how your body stiffened as he asked reluctantly.

“It’s still Dean,Cas. But no, I’m thinking of hanging with Mary and showing what I made for the armory. I’m physically not able to be of help to you.Wheres Jack?” You replied.

“With Bobby, he insisted on getting some physical combat training since his powers....” Cas trailed off. It was hard for everyone, especially Jack. You knew how it felt to have your father tell you lies while you selflessly believed them, because you just wanted to be accepted and loved by him. But Lucifer only used him, the result, Jack basically being human, not that you minded, it was nice not having to tip toe around the kid, afraid he might blow up a town for just sneezing.You inhaled the coffee you made and engulfed your breakfast.

“It’s 2pm y/n, I see you slept in.” Mary pats your back gently as you send her a smile. “Just a bit, but you need to see what I did in the armory. I might be drunk 20 hours out of 24 but I still can finish a project if I want to . “

You both head into the gun range and open a small trunk full of bullets, neatly organized. Shooting yourself an approval lifting your eyebrows and biting your bottom lip, you showcase the display to her. “So, Angel, witch, werewolf, and vampire killing bullets. I’m even working on a leviathan version but they’ve been pretty distant since Dick exploded. But, you always need a plan in case. I’m supposed to be good about that, I WAS good about that.” You tell her, shoulders starting to slump. No matter what version of what you thought could’ve happened if you’d planned it more carefully, it always shows the same outcome. Dean inviting Michael to be his vessel without hesitation, and him flying out to wherever the hell he is now. It pained you too much to think about it, you always end up thirsty for something stronger than your usual girly drinks to diffuse the pain in your chest.

“ This- this is amazing y/n! You did good.” Mary praises you, holding a vampire bullet into the light, squinting to examine all the details. Placing the bulletin back into it’s socket, she sighs softly and looks to you. “Y/n, I might not have been there enough for my boys, but I know that they care for you deeply, especially Dean. Please, don’t hurt yourself more than you already have. This isn’t your fault. He was desperate, we all were, to save Sam and Jack. This is all Lucifer’s doing. We’ll get him back, I promise.”

The tears start to well up in your eyes but you don’t blink them away, letting them fall freely down your cheeks. You close the trunk and place it on the shelf. Mary pulls you in for a hug but you don’t hug her back. Your too exhausted from last night’s alcoholic binge to care the empathy coming from your mother in law.

She understands enough to leave you to your own personal space. You walk on to the range with a target sheet, longer than you, having to jump to reach to clip it up. Putting on safety glasses you load regular bullets into your pistol and aim at the target, cocking it. Exhaling slowly and rounding your shoulders, you aim and fire. The bullet goes through first into the target’s chest, a second shot to the shoulder, another to the throat, then two to the head. You shrug not impressed. Though hungover you still had very good aim thanks to Dean teaching you. It became second nature to you.

Couple Years Ago

“You need to relax your shoulders! You’re like a little gremlin, you won’t aim where you want to y/n!” Dean voices raises at you, ear mufflers on you glanced his way disapprovingly.

“Well, maybe I need a bit more help than just telling me what to do! I may be hands on but I’ve never actually shot a gun before if you hadn’t noticed.” You gritted your teeth as you fired another shot, missing the target and having the bullet ricochet. “This is bullshit!” As you were about to place the gun down you feel Dean behind you too close for comfort, your breath stuck in your throat. You can feel the rush of heat starting to emerge from your neck to your ears then your cheeks as you turn pink from the unexpected contact. He takes your hand holding the gun as if he’s your shadow and guides your arm up level with your shoulder. His other arm around your waist, starting to tighten his grip you straighten up your back, involuntarily rubbing your ass against him. A tiny groan leaves him and you try to ignore it.

“Relax, you got this, aim and shoot, just like I showed you baby.” Whispering to you, feeling his breath on your neck.

Exhaling slowly you look to the paper target and three shots ring out, three holes in its face. “Holy crap, holy crap! I frikking did it! Haha!” You jump for joy, turning around to hug him tightly. His one arm still on your waist the other grabs your gun and uncocks it then puts it on the table. “You did great sweetheart, you’ll be able to shoot with a rifle in no time.” A big smile on his face as he leans down to kiss your lips. Your hands travel up to the back of his neck receiving a pleasant reaction from Dean as you reciprocate his kiss. “Well, luckily you’re my teacher. I might need some extra credit Mr. Winchester.” A glint in his green apple eyes and he carries you in his arms as you try to wriggle out of his grasp. “Dean! I’m too heavy!” “Sweetheart, I’ve carried you out of hunts many times. Believe me when I say you’re not the heaviest thing I’ve had to throw around.” Your arch a brow at him “throw around huh?” A smirk on your face as he carries you back to the bedroom.

“Y/n? Are you ready? Y/n!” Cas is waving his hands at you, making you snap back to reality. Blinking a few times you see Cas is ready with his gear. “Oh, uh, I’m sorry, I haven’t even packed, I don’t want to waste your time, just go ahead without me Cas, I’ll be fine.” He gives you a disconcerting look. You stare back at him hard. No matter how long you’ve known the angel , the stare you give, he knows when to back off.

“I’ll, be, fine, wings. I’ll handle the bunker til you get back. Plus Mary and Bobby are here.”

With that he nods and heads out. You sigh heavily and rub your face down, deciding to look for Sam. The group that stayed back in the bunker are too busy to answer you, then you here someone call out.

“Hey Chief! We got a tip from a hunter of yours, says she might’ve sighted Dean.” Sam’s tall frame appears a few yards from you. His beard is scruffier and thicker than ever, the bags under his eyes show he hasn’t properly rested since Michael jumped his brother’s bones. You make your way to him as he sits in front of his laptop. Sensing your presence he looks up and gives you a grin.

“Hey, look who’s awake, sleeping beauty.”

You slap his shoulder gently and then lean over to see what he’s doing, you can smell his conditioner that he uses to keep his hair oh so soft and shiny.

“What we got Sherlock?” You tease.

He laughs sharply and tries to concentrate on the screen in front of him.

“ Get this, we got a tip where Dean could be, but he’s jumping everywhere. He’s frying up bodies left and right, the police are all over it. Eyes melted out of their skull.” Your neck tightens but you keep your composure. “Hm, classic angel-type of kill. So no location where he was last?” You ask, Sam shaking his head.

You straighten up and head to the mini bar. “Ok, so we know Dea-Michael, is grilling random people in random places. Great. He’s planning something but what the fuck is it?” You pop the glass bottle of whiskey and start to pour until a huge hand covers it and places it to the side. You look up to Sam and show you’re not accepting the rejection of your tonic, trying to grab it from him, only to raise it higher than you can reach. “Nuh uh. Didn’t you learn last night? You were keeled over the toilet for a good half hour before I got you to bed, hoping you weren’t going to drown in your own vomit, y/n.”

You sneered at him and tried to jump up to get the glass back.

“Yeti, it’s my own problem, if it helps me with what we’re dealing with so be it. “ he places the glass on the top shelf of the bar and you scowl. You reluctantly relax as he pulls you in to hug you. “It’s not going to help numb the pain you’re feeling y/n. It might feel like it helps but you’ll always end up feeling like shit at the end of the day. I need you to be strong. I need you.” With those last three words you look up at him as he looks down at you with his hazel eyes. You’ve never recalled being this physically close to the youngest Winchester, and you realize this is too close to be considered platonic. You don’t know if it’s because you’re lonely or you’re still drunk from last night’s binge, but you don’t feel anything wrong as you hold his waist a bit tighter than you should, clutching for dear life. You feel the heat of his back radiating on to your hands and your fingers spread to travel upward to the middle of his back, wanting to feel more of him.

“Ahem.” You both look to Bobby clearing his throat. Realizing you’re in the middle of the bustle of everyone, but no one can tell you’re holding his waist under his jacket, Sam let’s go of you and you cross your arms to face Bobby.

“We’ve got a problem.” Holding the phone out to Sam.

**Do I need to continue this as a series or what? So much slow burning of angst and almost smut I’m not sure how I feel about it yet.**🤷🏻‍♀️

#spn one shot #spnfanfic #spnfandom #spn season 14 #archangel dean #dean winchester imagine #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester #sam x reader #sam winchester x reader #cas x reader

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taekookieah · 5 years ago

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Memories

Authors Note: This story is one that I hold close to me. It is one that I found that I needed to write for me and to let my emotions flow. I wanted a story that held some weight to it but also had some light fun in it too. So if you end up reading this story I thank you and hope you enjoy yourself. I am always open for any constructive feedback as I am still learning as a new writer. Thank you and enjoy. Warnings: Mentions of alcohol and drug consumption, Sex scenes, Emotional damage. I will put warnings at the beginning of each chapter in case there are things you do not want to read. They are mild but I do not want to upset anyone xx

Prologue

Morning. Riley slowly blinks her eyes open, squinting as the light coming through the small opening in the curtains blind her. Yawning as she stretches her arms above her head, Riley rolls around in her bed as she feels her tense muscles stretch and her bones pop and crack with every move. It’s peaceful in her room as she lays back down with a sigh, running through her foggy brain as to what her schedule is for the day.

A loud thud and a slight curse come right outside her bedroom door causing Riley to take a deep breath in to welcome the chaos in three, two, one…

Her door swings open without even a knock on the door. The young man whom so rudely interrupted her peaceful rest stands in her doorway, only wearing a baggy pair of grey sweats that hang low on his hips.

Riley was used to the boy’s weird shenanigans so it came to no surprise that he casually flings himself on top of her, arms crossed on her stomach and chin resting on his folded arms.

“Hey Riley would you like to—”

“Nope” Riley pushes him off the bed and rolls over, dragging her blanket over her head to block out any unnecessary noise coming from her friend.

“But you don’t even know what it is” the boy grunts as he climbs back on the bed and spoons Riley, pulling her burrito form into him.

“Knowing you it’s something potentially illegal or embarrassing and I’m not about to go through a traumatic experience” Riley jabs her elbow into his stomach but he doesn’t budge. Stupid Taehyung and his god damn abs…

“I swear it’s nothing embarrassing, and it’s something I think you’ll really enjoy” Taehyung snuggles in closer, arms wrapping comfortably around Riley’s middle.

Riley sighs knowing what Taehyung is like. He’s stubborn as hell, persistent and will not give up until he gets what he wants. It’s the reason why he is as successful as he is but man it can be hell to have to deal with this brat.

“Pleeeeeeeeeeease, just here me out” Riley can feel the puppy dog eyes before she even sees them. Riley gives in and slowly turns her body around so she is facing Taehyung.

This close she can see just how picture-perfect Taehyung really is. His hair is a light brown which almost turns golden in the sunlight. His eyes are soft but have a deep intensity about them, his jawline could cut diamonds and his lips look so soft. A shame that he is super gay but Riley shouldn’t complain as even the thought of dating the man in her bed makes her shiver in disgust. Riley loves him dearly, but good lord this kid is clingy.

“What is it?” Riley regrets the words leaving her mouth but she knows it’s the only way for Taehyung to get out of bed, the sooner the better.

“God your breath stinks” Taehyung scrunches up his face in disgust.

“I just woke up, deal with it” Riley breathes heavily, deliberately blowing hot air into his face.

“Ew gross stop!!” Taehyung pokes at Riley to stop which she eventually does.

“That’s what you get for disturbing me this early in the morning” Riley states as she covers her mouth with the blanket knowing that Taehyung won’t stop complaining unless she gets up and brushes her teeth which she is in no state to do so because that requires effort.

“I’ve got a friend who runs an arts studio and has offered me, and a plus one,” Taehyung winks and does some weird finger gun action. “to come and try out their art classes for free”

“And let me guess, all you have to do is some instagram promotional photo and tada free goodies?” Riley asks as she finally pushes herself up into a sitting position, crossing her legs to face her friend who rolls onto his back and folds his hands behind his head, flexing his abs because that’s the type of tease he is with everyone.

“Bingo bongo, so you in?” Taehyung raises an eyebrow, already knowing the answer.

“I’ll go” Riley sighs out heavily in defeat making Taehyung jump out of the bed in triumph but Riley stops him just before he exits the room.

“On one condition” Riley calls out as she swings her legs off the bed and stands up.

“Leave me out of any photos or videos while we are there” Riley waves her hand as she begins to look through her drawers for some comfortable clothing.

“Oh sweetie, don’t you worry, you’re not exactly model material anyway” Taehyung states as he bolts down the hallway.

“Why you little—” Riley turns and chases Taehyung down the stairs and into the lounge area, past the kitchen where the smell of bacon and eggs are being freshly cooked.

“PausepausepausepauseRILEYISAIDPAUSE” Taehyung screams as Riley tackles him to the ground, tickling his underarms and sides as she pins him down with her legs either side of his hips.

“Oh, I don’t think so” Riley giggles herself as she continues her assault.

The two tumble about on the ground and eventually Riley stops, only when she noticed a figure standing a few feet away.

“Good morning kids, did you sleep well?” a gentle voice calls out making the pair stop their antics and look towards the man standing next to them, an apron hugging his slim frame.

The man is small and only a few inches taller than Riley. His build is strong but his face is soft and sweet, one that grabs everyone’s attention wherever he goes. His silver hair is styled up so his fringe is out of his eyes but has a natural look to it despite the abnormal colour. His ears are pierced with a few silver earring’s, some studs and others long chains that move with every slight twitch.

“Jiminie!” Taehyung calls out in glee, arms reaching out towards the man but Riley just shoves at Taehyung’s chest making him fall back down onto the fluffy rug. Riley huffs as she pushes herself up onto her feet, a slight sheen of sweat built up on her forehead.

“Morning Jimin” Riley gives the boy a sweet smile and a big hug before letting go and making her way up the stairs to shower.

“You guys are quite energetic this morning” Jimin helps the wounded Taehyung up onto his feet without much effort and heads back to the kitchen where he finishes plating up the food.

“Tae interrupted my me time” Riley grumbled as she had to tread back up the steps, legs sore from yesterday’s workout.

“oooooooOOOOOOOOOoooooo why didn’t you tell me you were having some TLC huh?” Taehyung calls out to Riley with a wiggle of his eyebrows. Riley just rolls her eyes and flips the male off while heading into her separate bathroom. Luckily this was a place where it was a no-go zone for the boys, an unspoken rule that Taehyung actually followed. Jimin was always a good cookie so Riley didn’t have to worry about someone walking in on her as she was showering.

“Common now eat up, I cooked breakfast for us” Jimin nudged Taehyung’s side as he finished prepping everyone’s meals for the day.

“Oh, Jimin you’re an angel” Taehyung gives Jimin’s cheeks a squeeze before going to grab the plate full of sausages and grease but was rudely slapped away.

“Ouch! What the hell Jimin?” Taehyung rubs the back of his hand where Jimin had slapped him with a spatula and pointed towards the plate where there were cooked egg whites, chicken and sad looking spinach.

“You’re on a diet for your upcoming photoshoot remember? I’ve packed your meals for the day so don’t go eating anything else” Jimin gave Taehyung an intense glare before taking the plate that Taehyung had originally wanted and started digging in happily, deliberately licking his lips and gulping down a glass of orange juice just to rub it in.

“Sometimes I think you’re worse than Satan’s child” Taehyung looked towards the second floor which earned another whack but on the back of his head this time.

“Eat your breakfast and behave” Jimin scolds Taehyung making him jump and start shovelling his food down his throat. Taehyung couldn’t really complain necessarily as this food always tasted good even though it was the blandest food known to man-kind, but his precious Jiminie made it just for him so he couldn’t say no.

“Riley, your plate is in the microwave I’ll see you this evening at class!” Jimin called out whilst untying his apron and hanging it on the hook by the cupboard.

“ThankyouyourethebestIllseeyoutonight!” Riley pokes her head out of her bathroom, a towel tightly wrapped around her body and her hair dripping wet from the shower.

“Don’t” Jimin points towards Taehyung who was just about to make a remark about her appearance and thus sulks silently as he finished his food.

“Will you be home tonight or are you staying at the studio again?” Taehyung asks quietly as he takes a seat at the dinner table and twirls his hair between his fingers, briefly wondering if he should keep growing it out or get it cut.

“Depends on how much work there is to do, I’ve made extra food and labelled it all out for the next few days so on the off chance I’m not back for a while you’ll be fine” Jimin says as he walks over to Taehyung and fixes his hair that was now sticking in every direction.

“Don’t look at me like that” Jimin giggles as he sees the big pout forming on Taehyungs lips. Jimin just sighs and pinches his friend on the cheek.

“I’ll see you later” Jimin says with his sweetest smile as he turns on his heels towards the front door.

“Have a good day guys!” Jimin calls out as he closes the front door behind him.

“You too” Taehyung says mostly to himself as he slumps down into his chair, slowly picking at the rest of his food but not feeling hungry anymore.

“You need a lift to your meeting today?” Riley asks as she walks in bare foot, fully dressed in a pair of black pants and a navy-blue top provided by her work. She looks over her shoulder as she takes her food out of the microwave and munches down quickly only noticing how hungry she really was.

“Nah I’ll be fine it’s close enough to walk to” Taehyung pushes himself up from his seat and walks over to Riley who’s shoving the last bit of meat into her mouth before going to wash her plate in the sink. Taehyung stands behind Riley and snakes his arms around her waist, cuddling up close and hiding his face in the crook of her neck.

Riley was used to his touchy nature but she could tell he was troubled but decided not to push. Riley continues to clean her dishes and cutlery, waddling her way around the kitchen with Taehyung clinging to her like a baby koala. Once finished she places her hands on top of Taehyungs much larger ones and slowly pries them open. Taehyung complies but not before gently squeezing Riley closer for a small moment. Riley turns in his embrace and wraps her arms around Taehyung’s middle bringing him closer as she rubs a hand back and forth over his back. This causes Taehyung to slowly loosen his tension in his shoulders and calm his emotions before letting Riley go completely. Riley looks back and forth between Taehyung’s eyes and gives him a small smile, one that Taehyung returns before he turns to go get ready for the day.

Riley knows all about how big of a crush Taehyung has on Jimin. He hides it well, most of the time, but it’s getting to the point where Riley can see the cracks more clearly with each passing day. Had it not been for the pinkie promise that she gave Taehyung to never ever EVER say a word to Jimin she would have spilled the beans long ago, but it’s not for her to decide whether or not they start dating so she sits off to the side watching and waiting for what everyone is expecting. If only Jimin wasn’t so dense he would be able to clearly see the true feelings his housemate has for him and stop denying the feelings he has for the other as well.

“I won’t be back until this evening but give me a call if you need anything” Riley calls out to Taehyung as she grabs her shoes and balances on one leg at a time trying and shove them on. Taehyung yells out a quick ‘ye’ from his room as he’s going through his wardrobe picking out a white v-line shirt, black skinny jeans and a denim jacket to throw on top. The weather was starting to cool down so it was finally becoming comfortable layering clothes which Riley was happy for as she was not a fan of the heat.

“Go crack some bones” Taehyung calls out as he skips down the stairs whilst tucking in his shirt and buckling up his belt.

“For the last time Tae, I’m a physiotherapist not a chiropractor” Riley complains as she rummages through her bag making sure that she has everything packed for the day ahead.

“Rightrightright” Taehyung says as he brings out his black combat boots.

Once they were both ready to leave Taehyung locks the door behind them as they exit their apartment and head towards the elevator. The doors open relatively quickly and they step inside, Riley checking her phone for new messages that she received during the night and Taehyung checking his reflection in the mirror, constantly fixing his hair and pierced ears.

Once the doors open on the ground level Taehyung nods his head to Riley and puts on his pair of aviators and heads out the entrance of the apartment complex, keeping his hands tucked into his jacket. Riley watches Taehyung’s retreating form as she presses for the level below to reach the basement where her car is parked below.

“Good morning Riley!” the receptionist welcomes Riley with a sweet smile and hands her the files for the day.

“Good morning Danny, how are you today?” Riley smiles back. She’s always liked Danielle, an absolute sweetie and one that needed to be protected from those slimy clients who would try flirting with her every chance they could get.

“I’m doing well thank you for asking. Sorry to dump this all on you, but Mark won’t be coming in today… his mother had another heart attack” Danny whispers sadly as Riley packs her bag away and looks through the pile of files given to her.

“Again? I do hope she’ll be ok, she’s always been such a kind woman” Riley’s face falls upon hearing the news, making a note to call Mark at an appropriate time. For now, Riley had to focus on the task at hand.

“I’ll organise to send some flowers to the hospital” Danny says as she swivels in her chair, setting up her headset.

“That would be nice I’ll give you some money later today” Riley nods her head towards the girl who’s busy already making phone calls to clients and reminding them for upcoming appointments.

Riley heads down the hall towards her office where her desk and treatment table are all set up. This job had been one that Riley had worked so hard for. The ungodly number of hours she studied and sacrificed to get to this point was almost soul crushing, but in the end, she achieved her honours with high distinctions which landed her the job that she loves with every fibre of her being. Making sure that her appearance was presentable Riley brought out her first file and had a quick flick through, memorizing the client’s previous treatment and looking at ways to improve for the future.

Helping people was always something Riley loved to do, she was always dubbed as the mother friend. Riley was always there for her friends, picking them up from parties and taking them home, bringing them food when they are sick, protecting them from creepy unwanted attention, the list goes on. Her mother always gushed about how she was going to help so many people, telling her that she was a natural helper and knew that one day she would help people live better lives which she was doing just that.

There were plenty of days where she felt tired but that’s just natural when you’ve been working nonstop for years without taking a proper break, but that was Riley’s nature. You have to work hard to get what you want. She knew how hard life is and that thing’s aren’t just given to you on a silver platter. She rolls her eyes at those whom boast of their wealth, which was really handed to them by their rich parents.

“Alright let’s get this day going” Riley says to herself as she checks the time and walks out of her office greeting her first client of the day.

“Jesse Walker?” Riley calls out into the waiting room and sees a young man a few years younger than her stand up from his seat and walk towards her.

“Just down the hall and to the left”

The day was long and hard since Riley had to cover for most of her co-worker’s clients on top of her own but it made time run by quickly. Once Riley had finished with her last client she tidied up her office and packed up for the day. Wasting no time Riley locked up her office and made her way to the front desk checking tomorrows schedule.

“Another busy one tomorrow I’m afraid” Danny says as she writes down some sticky notes and tags them on her computer screen as she logs out.

“That’s alright, did most of Mark’s clients take the news well that he will be out of action for the next week or two?” Riley rummages through her bag and takes out her container of food that was meant to be lunch but she didn’t have any time to spare despite feeling ravenous.

“They took it well mostly but I got a few huffy puffy gents” Danny stands and fixes her skirt in place having been sitting down all day.

“Did Jimin make that?” Danny asks pointing at the container of stir-fried vegies and chicken that Riley was currently consuming.

“Yes he did. Alright alright stop it with the begging, open wide” Riley laughs as her co-worker opens her mouth and flaps her arms about like a baby bird. Riley scoops a generous amount and carefully spoons it into Danielle’s mouth who hums happily as she chews, cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmsogooooooooood” Danielle claps as she grabs her keys makes a round through the office, locking up the doors and switching off the lights.

“You go on ahead, I won’t be too far behind” Danielle calls out as Riley slings her bag over her shoulder.

“Alright, I’ll see you tomorrow” Riley calls out as she makes her way out the door and heads straight for her car. Riley had finished a little later than what she would have liked but she has enough time to get to the dance studio and change before class starts. Just as Riley gets into her car her phone starts ringing so she quickly puts in her wireless earphones, curtsey of one Kim Taehyung, and presses accept.

“Hey Riley, you coming to class tonight?” Jimin’s sweet voice comes through the earphones clear as day. He’s sounding a little out of breath but that’s to be expected as he would have just finished a class.

“Just on my way now” Riley pulls out of the car park and onto the road, making sure to check her blind spots as she switches lanes.

“Oh good I was worried since you’re usually here by now. Hey would you be able to have a look at one of my students, she’s landed awkwardly and her ankle isn’t doing so great” Jimin asks, worry evident in his voice. Riley is no stranger to many people asking for “free services” outside of work because she is their friend, however her and Jimin have been friends since university and one she considers family.

“Absolutely, I’ll be there in 10 so that should give me time to change and have a look before class starts” Riley smiles as she hears the sigh of relief coming from the other end of the call.

“Thank you so much, you’re a blessing” Jimin says happily.

“I know you hate asking for favours but it’s ok Jimin, you know I’m always happy to help you whenever you need” Riley replies.

“What did I ever do to have an amazing best friend like you?”

“Well you make me food every day so I think that evens things out”

“Good point, I really should start charging you now that you have a full-time job” Jimin teases.

“Wow rude, alright I’m pulling up soon so I’ll see you in a bit” Riley ends the call as Jimin says goodbye over the phone.

It doesn’t take long for Riley to find her usual parking spot, Jimin being ever so kind as to allow her a staff members parking spot. Riley jumps out of the car and grabs her gym bag which carries a spare change of clothes. Riley walks through the front door and is greeted with many people waving her way and calling out her name in delight.

“Riley over here!” Jimin calls out over the small crowd, waving his hands above his head and jumping up and down. His silver hair is damp with sweat and his clothes have started sticking to his body which leaves little to the imagination. Riley walks through the throng of people and greets Jimin and gives him a big hug despite his protests not wanting to get Riley all gross and sticky.

“Give me a minute to change” Riley asks as she makes her way to the changing rooms.

“Ok, I’ll be in room 1, meet me there?” Jimin throws his thumb over his shoulder and Riley gives him a thumbs up as she walks away to get changed.

Once Riley had changed into her dancing outfit, she quickly shoved her work clothes into her bag and makes her way to go meet up with Jimin and his student. Riley found the room easily as she had been there many times and gave the door a few knocks before entering.

Jimin was sitting on the floor legs crossed and quietly chatting with a girl whom was laying on the ground with one leg bandaged up and covered with ice and resting on a chair to raise it up.

“Hey Alex, wasn’t expecting to see you laying about, what’s going on?” Riley chirps in trying to keep the mood as light as possible. She knows how serious injuries can be to dancers, especially when they have competitions coming up, so she wanted to make sure not to dampen the mood anymore that it already was.

“Hah, well you know how hard this one pushes us I just wanted some rest” Alex jests but Jimin genuinely starts to panic, waving his arms about and apologizing profusely.

“Relax Jimin I’m joking, seriously you’re an amazing instructor and this had nothing to do with you” Alex pats Jimin on the leg as she brings her leg down off the chair and gives Jimin the icepack.

“What happened?” Riley sits down and inspects the ankle from a distance wanting to know the full story before she started touching anything that may cause severe pain. Alex relayed the story how she had been practicing with Jimin and the crew for the upcoming showcase and that after a flip she had landed awkwardly and her ankle gave out and started hurting badly.

“We wrapped it up just in case and iced it but we aren’t sure what the problem is” Jimin says as he bites his thumb nervously, leg bouncing as he was becoming jittery.

“Alright, well do you mind if I have a look at your ankle?” Riley gestures towards the bandaged ankle and Alex nodes in approvement.

Riley takes her time as she unwraps the material, closely watching the dancer’s reaction from any sudden movement but nothing was badly effecting Alex. Once the ankle was free Riley had a close look to see if there was anything abnormal and then started moving the joint, checking its range of motion to see any areas of stiffness.

Riley made sure to constantly check in on Alex, asking whether what she was doing hurt or if there were any particular areas that hurt more than others. Alex pointed out the certain areas and with a few quick tests Riley was able to make a statement.

“Well it’s definitely not a break, and there isn’t any bruising or swelling so I doubt that there is any tearing. If you really want to be sure I can give her a referral to get a scan done but honestly my advice is giving it some rest and try to walk on it as normally as you can. You’re more than welcome to come in and I can give it a good massage if you want” Riley pulls out some proper tape that she always brings with her and starts to strap it up, just to give it some more support.

“Thank you so much you’re an angel” Alex gives Riley a hug once she was up on her feet.

“You sure you’ll be ok?” Jimin worries once more and Alex just punches him on the arm showing that she really was fine. Jimin rubs at his arm and laughs lightly as he watches Alex grab her bag and slowly limp her way out the room.

“I’ll be kicking back into action soon, just watch me!” Alex calls out as she leaves.

“Seriously thank you again for checking in on Alex. She’s a brave girl but gosh she is stubborn when it comes to having injuries checked out, I worry for her sometimes” Jimin sighs as he leans a hand on his hip pursing his lips deeps in thought.

“Common, you’ve got one more class to take and then I’ll have a look at your neck after” Riley nudges Jimin as she grabs her bag off the floor and heads towards the main room where the advanced classes are held.

“Ay ay captain!” Jimin salutes and runs after Riley giving her butt a quick slap as he runs out the room.

“Hey!” Riley yelps as goes to run after Jimin but nearly runs straight into someone.

“Sorry!” Riley calls out as she shuffles around the man and continues to chase after Jimin.

Authors Note: This story can be a very typical one and I didn’t write the guys as they would normally be in real life but I had fun writing their characters

#Memories #Riley #Jimin #Taehyung #Jungkook #bts #bts fanfic #bts fanfic au #I'm not good with tags sorry #Memories Prologue

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maddgarbagemonkey · 6 years ago

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I Just Saw the Wicked 2019 Touring Cast and Boy Howdy, am I excited to Rant! (All Good things!)

There's a lot so buckle up your seatbealts!

So, first off, this was my first time seeing the show *cough cough* legally *cough* and I was amazed.

I instantly fell in love with the big metal dragon and nearly screamed when it moved and started blowing smoke out of its nose, as my Grandpa lied and told me, even though he's seen it 4 times, that the dragon was just decoration.

I love that the first solid 5 minutes of the show are just winged monkeys running around on the stage and looking concerned at one another before the opening number starts.

Glinda, played by Erin Mackey, was my WIFE.

During her first speaking part of "No one Mourns the Wicked," she got stuck on her big metal bubble and the ensemble had to crowd around her to help her get off, which, because coming off of the bubble was her cue to continue, led to a really long silence. But it kinda fit and showed that she hesitated to celebrate Elphaba's death so yeah! I just thought it was adorable and I admire how she was able to turn it into a cool window into her character!

When Elphaba, played by Mariand Torres, entered we all screamed for a solid 3 minutes and, after seeing her performance, she deserved a solid 8 more. I loved her so much!

I loved her early performance of Elphaba at Shiz because she played her as an angry little bean that snapped at everyone and everything instead of just shy and quiet and it worked so well, especially with how overprotective she was of Nyssa.

A girl literally faints upon seeing Elphaba and I can relate cause she was SO PRETTY!

Mariand's "Wizard and I" was so powerful and emotional at the same time I just wanted to pick her up and keep her! <3

THE 👏 GLINDA 👏 AND 👏 ELPHABA👏 HEIGHT👏 DIFFERENCE!

Usually you see Elphaba portrayed as tall while Glinda is shorter but, because Mariand was a tiny angel and Erin was a tall goddess who literally towered over Fierro without heels, it was quite the opposite and I l o v e d every second of "What is this Feeling" because of it.

I would die for tiny little ball of angry Elphaba and Tall, regal, princess Glinda holding her back from fighting everyone who dares look at them funny and you can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

Mariand did the thing where she mimicked Glinda for the "Your Voice" line and made it extra squeaky and I died.

She also, whenever Glinda had her back turned, copied her with a stupid little kicking dance and tossed her hair way too frantically and I fell in love.

For the "boo", Elphaba had to look directly up and jump at Glinda because she was so short and I squealed

Oh my God. C U R T. H A N S E N. This man was in Big Time Rush and I can not picture Fierro's entrance without the theme song ever again. (Bruh, Chill)

His choreo also had some "not-so-subtle" scarecrow like poses and taps.

Dude, he played him as such a snotty little twink and I loved it! He almost knocked down the statue in the center like eight times during "Dancing Through Life!"

His mic also made him sound like he was under water for a total of one (1) line and I snorted.

Nyssa, (sorry Mili Diaz, you were incredible and I love you,) Please exit my server.

Glinda made at least 16 Tik Tok references and I know, it's not towards the app because duh, but I'm still very conflicted.

Elphaba was S O mad at the scene with Dr. Dillamond I was so proud and in love!

E L P H A B A ' S D A N C E!

It was so good and pure and when Glinda joined she made it look so graceful!

And Elphaba looked very doubtful at first but then she looked around at everyone doing her dance and back at Glinda and she had the biggest smile on her face and tears in her eyes because she was accepted for something and it was beautiful!

Only Boc's mic was really working at this part so the "Let's DAAAANCE" reverberated deeply into my soul and stayed there for a really long time.

Popular was superb and I literally cried.

Literally.

When Erin got out of breath, she fell on the floor and just layed there for 16 counts breathing really heavily into the mic. Pure Poetry

Glinda suffocated Elphaba with hugs to her throat and swung her around like a rag doll while she just glared angry and helpless.

During "Don't Make me laugh" Glinda pushed her hand into Elphaba's face and gently and slowly set her back on her bed and if that ain't the biggest mood.

So many kicks and giggles I LOVE ERIN MACKEY!

When Glinda fell into Elphaba's arms crying after Fierro ran away at the train scene she took up half of her body and I just needed to write that out.

The egg-like Emerald City suits without arms that extended their necks and twirled them like lassos. Need I say more?

Elphaba's teary smile at "Finally, no one's looking or staring at me!" And then Glinda takes off her glasses and grabs her hand saying that she looked as beautiful as an emerald and... A C K

Upon meeting the scary robo wizard, Glinda got scared and tried to hide her 5'9 body behind little 5'1 Elphie and she looked so protective and ready to throw down I loved it!

Monkeys. Monkeys. Monkeys.

"Let her go! It's not her that you want! Its ME!" She sounded so powerful and angry I would die for her.

The part where Elphaba's begging Glinda to go with her but she's too focused on the fact that she's shaking and ties that spooky cape around her shoulders.

Mariand's "Defying Gravity" was so strong and beautiful with all of her God-tier belts and riffs I could not stop smiling and when she finally flies I yelped because you always hear about how cool it is and looks but then you really S E E it and it's beyond words! I had to do nothing and breathe for a second afterwards to find my bearings!

I loved Erin's "Thank Goodness" a lot. She poured a lot of emotion and beautiful vocals into it and just... god, she's gorgeous!

At the part where Elphaba appeared in the closet in Nyssa's office and the mirror became see through I heard a kid behind me exclaim "Zoo Wee Mama" and I won't be the same.

I don't remember Nyssa being so horrible but... *shrug* She gets it from her Dad I guess.

I love that Boc's reaction to finding out Nyssa can walk is just, "oh, good! Now you can work on this whole walking thing and get tf away from me! This worked out perfectly!" Same, boi.

I loved! LOVED! Nyssa Rose's song with a passion and the way her words get all twisted and angry literally talking about how she's going to rip Boc's heart out for leaving her and it gave me a good amount of spooks.

"Don't say I'm beautiful. You don't need to lie to me." B A B Y

"My Family has a Castle! No one lives there or will see us besides the guards!" "Where do you live, now?" "... The other castle." Oh sweetie.

Glinda, you deserve so much more than scarecrow boy and I would die for you!

Elphaba's voice drops at least 8 octaves during her line in "As long as Your Mine" The "For the first time I feel...

Wicked

I have never been more physically and emotionally attracted to a green lady Other than Princess Fiona

Also, there was so much smoke during that song that I could hear some Orchestra members cough.

During that scene with Elphaba's and Glinda's argument at Nyssa's "Funeral", while preparing to fight Glinda twirls her wand and strikes at Elphie like she came out of the Karate Kid.

Elphaba's witch laugh after Glinda slaps her followed by the most serious "Feel Better?"

Both Fierro and Glinda yell at Elphaba to leave before she gets hurt and I feel things because of that.

While Fierro is fake/real threatening Glinda with a gun, she just tearfully shakes her head in a silent plea and he INSTANTLY drops his gun. I love 'em

The way Glinda's "Fierro" melts into Elphaba's "FIERRROOO!" Love.

"No Good Deed" will always be my favorite song. ITS SO GOOD! Mariand's voice was incredible and her riffs and belts added so much!

During Elphaba's little "let all of OZ be agreed I'm wicked through and through," she makes her voice all scary and raspy, but it melts back into her own voice and beautiful despair at "since I can not succeed, Fierro saving you!"

NO GOOD DEED! 10/10 LOTSA SMOKE

March of the Witch hunters always has and will give me chills. Nothing more to say. Just one good bop.

This is the part where I cry too much.

"For Good" was gorgeous and I cried. A lot. A lot.

Elphaba kisses Glinda's hands and wipes her tears away.

Glinda runs her hands across and straightens Elphaba's hat and OH MY GOD!

It hurts how frantically Elphaba hides Glinda to protect her! Side note, I would also die for Chistery.

At their final moments together, Elphaba blows Glinda a kiss and then proceeds to get "murdered" in a really cool way by Dorthy.

Glinda's "Elphie!?" Is so tragic and panicked I was struggling to make it through, and then she grabbed her hat and cried into it and I was long gone.

Fierro adopts spooky Scarecrow movements at the end which I think is really cool and he also mimics Elphaba's "Don't lie to me!" Line.

Before Elphaba leaves, she becomes entranced by Glinda's beautiful singing, like she's thinking of telling her she's okay, but then she turns around and walks through the door with Fierro.

The last thing we see of Elphaba is her wearing her signature hat and walking into dust with Fierro. The last thing we see of Glinda is her sobbing into Elphaba's book in her bubble.

In conclusion, IM NOT OKAY!

Nah, Fam! But seriously! Mariand and Erin's vocals and performances were to die for! It succeeded my wildest expectations! I had so much fun and would 100% recommend seeing the show if you haven't seen it or want to see it a 19th time. Both are just as valid. :)

#wicked #wicked 2019 #glinda upland #elphaba #wicked the musical #musicals #fierro #wizard of oz #erin mackey #mariand torres #glinda the good #elphaba x glinda #glinda wicked #wicked witch #curt hansen #musicals 2019

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douxreviews · 5 years ago

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The Handmaid's Tale - ‘God Bless the Child’ Review

"Smart girls are trouble."

Three baptisms and a reunion. Actually, two reunions.

While I find the Gilead religion dense and weird, the photography in this series is so striking. The lines of people in their Gilead uniforms crossing the bridge where Janine jumped, the red and white of the Handmaids from above as they climbed the stairwell shaped like a giant eye. Some of the Handmaids got primo seats to the baptism-ish ceremony so that they could watch their stolen babies in the arms of their kidnappers being dedicated to the harsh Gilead god.

In contrast, there were flashbacks to Hannah's baptism where the emphasis was on love instead of fear. June saw Hannah's baptism as "insurance," a way to please God if God exists, while Luke saw it as saying thank you to God in a time of widespread infertility. At the end of the episode, Luke and Moira had Nichole baptized in a much smaller and quieter ceremony, cleansing her of the horror of her origins, accompanied by "Down in the River to Pray." That was so beautiful that it actually made me cry.

As the Gilead "dedication" culminated in a reception at the Putnam house, I thought it made for a perfect little counterpoint to the season one episode where the wives and handmaids gathered for Angela's birth. This time, the mood was very different. The Wives were recovering from the aftermath of Serena's confrontation with the Commanders, while the Handmaids in the kitchen spoke truth about their imprisonment (except for Ofmatthew) and June was actively looking for opportunities to Resist.

"Wear the dress. Pull the strings." Serena Waterford was June's chief target, and I loved every scene they had together – especially the one by the pool that visually emphasized how different things used to be. (Are there swimsuit uniforms approved for use in Gilead? I'm trying to picture them.) June and Serena quietly smoking together showed their strong connection, how much they have both been changed by their previously poisonous relationship.

I also enjoyed how Fred sought out June's marital advice, and how cleverly June used that opportunity to soften him toward the idea of giving Serena some control and power behind the scenes. Serena and Fred see June as a person now, almost like a participant in their marriage. Well, come to think of it, she was a participant in their marriage.

Serena could be invaluable to the Resistance as the power behind Fred. She's so much smarter than he is. While Serena still sees things as a Gilead Wife – illustrated by her reaction of "poor Naomi" after the Aunt Lydia incident – Serena actually told June where Hannah might be found, and when. Until now, I've been waiting to see Serena revert back to her hateful, abusive season one self, but I don't think that's going to happen.

Interestingly, Naomi Putnam has changed, too. She thanked June for saving baby Angela's life on the bridge, and showed genuine compassion toward "that horrible girl" Janine. It also appeared that Naomi is still Serena's friend, even after Serena's finger-losing disgrace before the Commanders. Naomi has come a long way. Is she possibly a Resistance recruit, too?

In truth, every character on this show has depth, and all of them have changed. Aunt Lydia, the personification of evil, lost it and beat Janine with a cattle prod when Janine broke the rules and begged the Putnams to be allowed back into their marriage. And yet, Aunt Lydia knows "her girls" hate her guts, knows she deserves their hatred, and she's clearly in constant physical pain. The way she burst into tears when she was alone gave me a real twinge. Who is the real Aunt Lydia? The monstrous remover of eyes and the whipper of feet? Or the kind woman who thanked Janine for the tea and told her she was glad she had brought her back from the Colonies?

Meanwhile in Canada

The Commander leading the "dedication" referred to the horrible sinner who stole a daughter of Gilead (Nichole). Cut to Emily disembarking from a train, about to reunite with her wife and son. I think of Emily as so strong and tough, running over Guardians with a stolen car, poisoning that Wife in the Colonies, stabbing Aunt Lydia. Here, she was vulnerable and fragile, frightened of getting hurt. In fact, she looked like an escaped political prisoner and maimed rape victim, which is what she is.

Alexis Bledel and Clea Duvall gave lovely performances as Emily and Sylvia kept their emotions in check for Oliver's sake, although what they were feeling was visible right below the surface. The most effective scene was of the two of them crying quietly as Emily was reading her son Oliver a story about dinosaurs. It ended with them on the front porch together, possibly about to talk. Will Emily end up going to a hotel? I hope not. If anyone deserves a happy ending, Emily does.

As the Putnam party ended, a Guardian brought Fred a video of a pro-Chicago protest in Little America that showed Luke holding baby Nichole, deliberately displaying her for the camera ("Baby's first protest"). That gave Serena comfort, knowing baby Nichole was all right, but all I could think about was that it might endanger June. Will Fred cover for her again, I assume?

Bits:

— The pious Ofmatthew, June's new walking partner, has had three babies for the district, and omigod. She may outwardly believe in this Gilead crap, but there has to be some suppressed rage inside of her. Has to be.

— I loved how Aunt Lydia riding up on her scooter injected a comical note in that procession over the bridge. Alma called her "Hell on wheels."

— Serena's false finger was back. It's a decorative and easy way to film without CGI. Clever.

— Sylvia's house was decorated in wife colors, teal green.

— Along with all of the family photos that included her, Emily looked longest at Oliver's drawing of her in a superhero costume.

— In the flashbacks, Holly called Catholic priests "holier-than-thou child molesters." I thought that was a pointed little reference to what is done to Handmaids and babies in Gilead.

— Fred kept talking about how good the "deviled eggs" were. That felt like a Handmaid/baby/fertility reference, too.

— Luke again took the wife role and changed Hannah's diaper before the baptism. They keep doing that with him. I like it.

— There was a lot of baptism imagery all through this episode, mostly of plain glasses of water that were half-full of optimism (and of course, the swimming pool).

Quotes:

June: "It takes a village. And machine guns."

Holly: "You cannot let religion control your choices. That's what they want."

June: "I ought to feel hatred for this man. I know I ought to feel it, but it isn't what I do feel. What I feel is more complicated than that. I don't know what to call it. It isn't love."

Really? That June could feel anything other than blinding, eternal hatred for Fred and Serena is a credit to her. Even if they have saved her life. I guess it's a good example of how existence in Gilead is a constant balancing act, though.

Serena: "Have I missed anything?" June: "Just the usual. Jell-O shots, charades, little karaoke."

Best episode so far this season. Four out of four glasses half-full of water,

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Billie Doux loves good television and spends way too much time writing about it.

#The Handmaid's Tale #June Osborne #Fred Waterford #Serena Joy Waterford #Aunt Lydia #The Handmaid's Tale Reviews #Doux Reviews #TV Reviews

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ace-octo-pix · 6 years ago

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This is... going to be a bit long. sorry, mobile users. The ocs are listed by team!

SPLATOON 1 TEAMS

ROKA/OLIVIA/AGENT 3. A bit of a lovable goof, with caring too much for her little inkling body. Fierce in battle. Yes, she gets the scar in the OE arc, but the OE arc goes a bit differently in the story due to... reasons? yeah, reasons. She goes missing for a full year and that’s when Akim takes up the Agent 4 handle.

MINT TEA/PAIVA. A bit of a gossip, but also a wall of support. Wants to cheer everybody up, but is hiding issues of her own. Close friends with Roka. A possible ship with roka, as well. She’s the second leader of the team, and the only one in contact with Roka, right up until her disappearance. Oops. Literally the only one with a picture like this.

GLASSES/HENRIETTA. I did not know that the splatoon manga glasses was known as glasses, and this is awkward. and also full moon is a thing and AGH. anyway glasses. Seems to be a sarcastic little piece of shit, but honestly it’s just a front to her inner core. Of someone who likes to snipe and have fun. Wonder what caused her to be like that? hm.

Bandanna/Daphyne. She exudes an aura of edge, an aura of Not Caring... but she really does care... a lot more than she lets on. Will Fight anybody who disses her pals. Honestly a teen girl at heart. Loves black.

RETRO/AKIM/AGENT 4. A bit of a prick, but the kind of prick you know doesn’t mean his words. He’s kind of skilled in battle with his roller, which makes this W O R SE !! a big fan of music, and gaming, and also being gay. he makes jokes about that a lot.

SPECS/MARK: you know the stereotypical nerd? stays in a bedroom most of the day, tinkering around with stuff? That’s Specs! He likes to play video games with Retro, and... oh, look at that, another ship. Wow. Analytical!

SUNNY/GWEN. Similar to another person, she appears to not care, while caring a lot. Apathetic seeming, but able to come out of her core to care. Probably has a lot of interests from her girlfriend...

RAINY/SARAH. She’s fueled by a firey passion most of the time, but it tends to fizzle out quickly, and that’s how she and Sunny met, basically. Not pictured is the Traditional Headband she wears. Yes, she and Sunny are girlfriends. yay matching outfits.

PAINT! Er, she looks... not like this as much? Her gloves cover her fingers, and her hairstyle is the enemy octo hairstyle! In the ‘first game’ aka the first arc, she actually wears the paintball mask which covers her whole face, and also mains chargers. She just switched to brella in the second game. Shy, kind of nervous, but willing to put her foot down when push comes to shove. Er, she also has to be pushed to that point. Poor girl.

FISHFRY. A super out-there kinda kid. sorry, some ocs don’t have much personality. He will Protecc Paint with his life. Probably does research and field expeditions for her.

PEAKS. Proud of her role in battle, and probably the first one Paint trusted with the secret of her being an octoling, and the one best fit to break the news.

VECTOR. Full Attacc mode. Fueled by battle, loves to battle. Whenever Paint is taken off guard, she’s probably the one there to back her up.

ZEKKO. Leader of the Marksmen. Sorry there isn’t much about him. he’s definitely gay tho? Loves bothering the other players with his gun.

PANEL. A bit of a nerd, though he hides it behind his huge blaster.

SQUIDMARK. Reclusive? shows little emotion, but its definitely there.

CHECK. Loves the feeling of his hair. Probably more muscly than you would gather from his shirt.

SATIN. Loves this style and doesn’t get why people laugh at her scuba mask. knows what she’s doing in battle, but... not much outside of it.

CANCEL. Tends to ignore the outside world for her daydreams, even in battles, and still does well?? how does this team function

Ah, this is how they function. PARKA. Aka the straight person- well, they’re nonbinary and are hiding their ponytail in that hat of theirs. The person who sets the team straight and directs them in the right direction. Beakons help.

Zink. Just as odd as the rest of his team. He says his headband helps him, when it very clearly doesn’t. Or maybe it does and its just a hidden condition. Who knows? He’s just a bit bizarre.

BERRY. Leader of her team, she’s Suspicious of everything, and fierce in battle. Loves being Warm....

Olive. Er, he has the wrong ink color, and his eyes are blinking. It’s better like this instead of the WRONG PIECE OF HEADGEAR. Suave and cool, and yet constantly bickers with Berry. Ah, sibling culture. Super strong. A bit of a brat, but he won’t press on Berry’s anxious triggers. That’s Just Rude.

JELLY. Sometimes called Baby because of just how precious she acts. Will kick people if she has to.

SHRIMP. AKA... well. You know that headcanon that Pearl, Emperor, and Prince are siblings? Well, Shrimp’s their cousin. He’s got the short genes. He tries to compensate for it by being loud, and is often jokingly called Pearl’s cousin. Likes telling tales. That are often mostly true.

SPLATOON 2 TEAMS

HOOK/ATA/AGENT 8. A soft and kind soul, friendly and loves to talk more than take action, but when she takes action... whooo. she knows how to take action. If she’s angry, you don’t want to be around. Mostly quiet. Another possible ship with Roka.

YAMAGIRI/ADRIAN. Confident, and a bit cocky, but it’s mostly only a bit of exaggeration: he loves to stick to his ideals, and truly believes himself to be carrying those out to the best of his ability. Stupidly loyal to his friends.

TOOTHPICK/NOELANI. Two words to describe her: mom friend. Caring, worrying for everybody that crosses her vision, analytical to a stupid degree. Strong, so she can help throw her friends into a food cart so they can EAT FOOD.

OCEANIC/VICTOR. A soft-spoken octoling, but is willing to do whatever it takes for his friends to Remain Happy, happy to shoulder their burdens. Hides his emotions under his big ol’ hat, though if you look under it, he’s probably a blubbering mess. Whenever angered, his voice seems to drop octaves and inflection. That’s terrifying!

BLOCKER. Oh my god, he’s a party animal. Oh my god. He likes doing memes and tricks, and, you know who this should remind you of? Aloha. Anyway, Blocker’s well known for his tricks with his brella, and his excellent dance skills... which also aids him in battle!

FUGU. He has a Big Ol Crush on Blocker, and I don’t think Blocker’s noticed yet. Oof. Kind of quiet and likes to observe before hopping into things, useful for a blaster with such a short range...? Awkward, but he’s trying to get better.

SEA SLUG. Constantly on the go, constantly moving, she’s gotta Go Go Go!! Hyperactive, probably can be seen stimming. Has an attachment to her gun.

LEAF. Seemingly hard-boiled, constantly huffing about something or other. She’s- she’s a Rider Tsundere, that’s all I can describe her as. Her friendships with Blocker the Party Master and Sea Slug have definitely Lightened her up. Still a little bit of a grump?

ARROW. Dependable. You can depend on him to tell you when you’re doing some Bad Shit, Stop That.

HOTHOUSE. A... a bit of a flirt, and a good punster. two things that shouldn’t be combined into one girl.

TACKLE VISOR. Keeps their face hidden purposefully, which hides their non-standard hairstyle. Rough and tough, a sneaky little bastard. You know, despite the TACKLE VISOR on their head.

MATCHA. A silly little guy. The oblivious one that somehow still manages to cooperate with Hothouse’s jokes anyway. May be faking obliviousness...

HICKORY. Such a casual guy. Him and Blocker are probably pals. Party pals. Would drink your soda on accident and then apologize.

DO-RAG. oh my god, look, it’s a lesbian. She loves to show off, and is super strong. Could probably lift her teammates above her head. Actually can’t see much without her glasses, they’re made for her weird-ass eyes.

REDLEAF. He looks like the type of guy who hyperfocuses on everything and has to be told to back off, but he’s not trying to be creepy. Soft. Would memorize your food favorites and cook it for you.

CLAMS. He. he loves being super fancy. Not because he thinks he’s above others, he really, really loves the aesthetic of it! He and Do-Rag fight over which splatling is better sometimes. And then help each other score dates.

EGG. Super silly, has probably eaten a raw egg whole on a dare. Easily dared into things, though this means she’s very resilient. Can and Will say silly things just to confuse people.

CARROT. Helps out with Egg’s jokes. Has shoved an entire carrot down her gut before. Egg and her were actually friends before they both traveled to the surface. They are... bad influences on each other.

RAINBOW: He’s a casual gay. I- uh. He’s super fun in battles, and is often the one daring Egg and Carrot to do things because he loves putting it on whatever the octo media is. Loves sandals, hates his toes feeling constricted.

CANARY. Oh my god this is a swamp gremlin. You know the meme versions of agent 4? that, times like 100. Jesus. This team is crazy.

SEASHELL. Doesn’t use the deco because her teammates described what the burstbomb and carbon did to people and she doesn’t wish to cause people harm....

JADE. he’s blue ba due be- i mean. he’s a good singer, but still learning the ropes of his new weapon.

DEEPSEA. A friend. The dad friend. Will tell jokes to make you feel better, but always a shoulder to lean on. Always will wear silly clothes too.

FORGE. ..... a guy of few words.... kind of like skull. doesn’t really talk much, but evidently is a good prankster and loves spicy things. Will tuck you into bed and then doodle on your face.

#LONG POST JESUS #Long Post #Pix's OCs #which ones do yall like the most? tell me!#picture

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---- pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name; but what's puzzling you is the nature of my game.

trident’s task 000; a detailed introduction.

---- basic information

full name: ekaterina mikhailovna aliena zamolodchikova-markovy. pronunciation: yeh-kah-ti-ree-nah // mik-hail-ovna // a-lye-na // zamol-ohd-chkova // m-ah-rk-oh-fi. meaning: ekaterina ( the name ekaterina is a russian name, the meaning is ‘pure’ ), mikhailovna ( the name mikhailovna is a russian name, the meaning is ‘daughter of mikhail’ ), aliena ( the name aliena is a belarusian and latin name, the meaning is ‘foreign’ or ‘stranger’ ), zamolodchikova ( the name zamolodchikova is a russian name, the meaning is ‘bold and dashing female’ ), markovy ( the name markovy is a russian and serbian name, the meaning is ‘of Mars, the god of war’ ) reasoning: ekaterina was named for a dear friend of natallia’s, while her first middle name came from her father, and her second came from natallia’s oldest sister anastasia’s middle name, the original heir to the throne. her last names are her father’s and her mother’s respectively. nickname(s): kati, kat, nina, erica. preferred name(s): ekaterina or erica, but she does not mind certain nicknames from certain people. birth date: january 11th 1988. age: thirty. zodiac: capricorn // rabbit yang fire or tiger yin fire. gender: female. pronouns: she/her. romantic orientation: platonipandemiromantic. sexual orientation: platonipansexual. nationality: belarusian, russian. ethnicity: caucasian, ashkenazi jewish. current location: tulach island. living conditions: mediocre, living in the tulach house. title(s): crown princess of belarus, princess, belarus’ heir, grand duchess of vitebsk, the demon queen of minsk (colloquial),

---- background

birth place: the palace of snov, minsk, belarus. hometown: minsk, belarus. social class: royalty, upper. education level: masters degree. father: mikhail zamolodchikov-markovy. mother: natallia zamolodchikova-markovy. adopted?: no. sibling(s): two younger sisters and one younger brother. birth order: eldest. children: none. pet(s): daisy (maltese shih-tzu) and jay (labrador kelpie). other important relatives: tatiana nikolaevna ( cousin ), anya nikolaevna ( cousin ), ainsley dùghlas ( cousin ), alexander romanov-nikolaevna ( uncle ), nataliya kashkanov-nikolaevna ( aunt ), gavin dùghlas ( uncle ) and anastasia markovy-dùghlas ( aunt ). ( @tatiana-nikolaevna, @anyanik, @hrhxainsley ) previous relationships: charles flanagan ( first crush, murder accomplice ), grace thomas ( ex-girlfriend ), luka rossi ( ex-lover ) and unnamed prince ( ex-lover ). ( @classiciisms, @luka-rossi )

---- skills & abilities

physical strength: exceptionally strong for her size, she’s quite good at the salmon ladder and deadlifts. teamwork: she can and will butt heads with strong personalities or stupid people, but always works to reach the goal. talents: running, swordplay, fencing, knife handling, gun-handling, hand-to-hand combat, martial arts, ballroom dancing, adaptability, interpersonal skills, sketching, linguistics, communication, cryptography, symbology, and bdsm. shortcomings: intrapersonal skills, trust issues, manipulative. language(s) spoken: belarusian ( first language ), russian ( first language ), ukrainian, english, italian, french, gaelic, yiddish, hebrew, latin. drive?: yes for a car, yes for a motorcycle. ride a bicycle?: yes. swim?: yes. play an instrument?: piano, violin. play chess?: yes. pick a lock?: yes.

---- physical appearance & characteristics

face claim: lyndsy fonseca. eye color: blue, with a hazel ring around the pupil. hair color: honey brown hair type/style: thin and soft but abundant, naturally curly, normally sits at shoulder length but has gone uncut since being on the island. dominant hand: right, though when she was younger attempted to become ambidextrous. height: 5′4″. weight: 135lbs, but has lost muscle and weight since being on the island. exercise habits: every other day, early morning, erica would normally go for a 5km run outside. depending on her schedule, she will also practice either her fencing, her martial arts, go to the gym for strength training. the mornings she does not run she will spend her time doing yoga. skin tone: tan/olive. tattoos: a tiger on her left middle finger, a butterfly on the back of her neck, four birds on her left forearm, a sun and two stars behind her right ear, a tree on the right of her torso and hermes wings on the outsides of both her ankles. piercings: firsts, seconds, belly button, right ear helix. marks/scars: what look like straight and accurate cuts all over her body from her training, the scars are on her arms in particular, though they have faded and are not immediately noticeable. notable features: eyes, lips, hands, legs, ass. usual expression: resting bitch face. clothing style: neat blouses, skirts, heels, vests, a jacket, comfortable pants and the heaviest boots she can find. jewelry: none. allergies: none. body temperature: her body is warmer than most, and as a result environments feel much colder for her. diet: strict vegetarian, also tends to avoid eating eggs or smoking cigarettes that use castoreum when she can. physical ailments: short-sightedness, astigmatisms.

---- psychology

mbti type: entj-t ( the commander ) or istj-t ( the logistician ). //** technically untypable due to borderline personality disorder. enneagram type: type 8w7 ( the challenger, wing is the enthusiast ). moral alignment: chaotic neutral, borders on chaotic evil at times. temperament: choleric. element: earth. primary intelligence type: linguistic, logical, kinesthetic, musical. approximate IQ: 135, superior intelligence. mental conditions/disorders: borderline personality disorder, minor depression, obsessive-compulsive tendencies and sociopathic tendencies, sociability: usually an observer, cold until she can trust people and often uses a façade and flattery to win people over for her own benefit. emotional stability: no. obsession(s): looking after her weaponry, literature and keeping organised notes on everything in her life. compulsion(s): neatness. phobia(s): autophobia, atychiphobia, atelophobia. addiction(s): currently -- nicotine, alcohol and caffeine. previously -- cocaine and mdma. prone to violence? yes.

---- mannerisms

speech style: while speaking in languages she is fluent in, ekaterina speaks quickly and smoothly, but while speaking in english, she can converse well but not as quickly, she may pause to find the correct word or misuse idioms, sayings or phrases. accent: a mix of belarusian and russian, which has softened after staying in english speaking countries long enough. quirks: smoothing down dog-eared pages of books, running her fingers along the rim of glasses she is drinking from, hyper-focusing on work that must be done until it is finished, giving people special nicknames and standing on top of buildings to stargaze. hobbies: exercising, fencing, martial arts, reading, playing piano, exploring new places, sketching, creating/using ciphers for her journals, assassinations and murder. habits: adjusting her glasses constantly ( when she wears them ), flexing her hands, switching between languages and sharpening her knives ( when she has them ). nervous tics: running her fingers through her hair, tapping her middle finger and her thumb together and disassembling and reassembling her guns ( when she has them ). drives/motivations: power, ambition, freedom, justice, duty and loyalty. fears: rejection, failure, losing her loved ones and being totally alone. positive traits: rational, adaptable and powerful. negative traits: sadistic, manipulative and ruthless. sense of humor: dark and sarcastic. do they curse often? yes.

---- favourites

activity: swordplay and fencing. animal: tigers and bluebirds. beverage: anything alcoholic. otherwise, coffee. book: the great gatsby by f. scott fitzgerald, frankenstein by mary shelley, do androids dream of electric sheep? by philip k. dick, the elenium by david eddings, the hogfather by terry pratchett, his dark materials by philip pullman, the wizard of oz by frank l. baum, alice in wonderland by lewis carroll, the illuminae files by amie kaufman and jay kristoff, the starbound trilogy by amie kaufman and meagan spooner and inkheart by cornelia funke. color: purple and gold. food: strawberries, or any type of berry. flower: tiger lily. gem: rainbow moonstone. holiday: new year’s eve. mode of transportation: motorcycle. movie: reservoir dogs, kill bill, jeux d’enfants, indiana jones, monty python, studio ghibli, anastasia, fight club, pulp fiction and the princess bride. musical artist: stevie wonder, the four tops, the supremes, phil collins, no doubt, gwen stefani, tatu, pvris, bastille, sia, the beatles, andrew belle, the temptations and fleetwood mac. quote/saying: “we know what we are, but know not what we may be.” scenery: forests. scent: petrichor, strawberry and coffee, sport: fencing, lacrosse and soccer. television show: she doesn’t watch tv. weather: cloudy and mild.

---- attitudes

greatest dream: denying her claim to the belarusian throne and experiencing true freedom. greatest fear: rejection, failure, losing her loved ones, being totally alone and ascending to the throne. most at ease when: drinking, smoking and reading a book. least at ease when: powerless, weak and when she does not know something she feels she should. worst possible thing that could happen: her entire family is killed because of her actions. biggest achievement ( to date ): managing to maintain a semi-normal relationship with grace and reducing crimes in belarus through deals with members of organised criminal syndicates. biggest regret: allowing charlie to disappear from her life, manipulating the two princes and ruining her first betrothal. most embarrassing moment: ekaterina does not do embarrassing things. biggest secret: she finds special pleasure in killing those who deserve it. top priorities: self-preservation, freedom, protecting loved ones.

#task000 #//** THIS TOOK ME A DAY TO FILL OUT #♛ [ ** 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 ⁎⁎ ] PRINCESS EKATERINA #trident;task #☾ [ ** 𝘢 𝘱𝘶𝘻𝘻𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘵𝘺 ⁎⁎ ] TASKS

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Hurricane P2/

Happy Lowman x Reader

Warnings/Triggers: Smut references 18+ only, If under kindly un-follow me. Anxiety, abandonment.

Summary: Read chapter 1.

Gifs are not mine or photos.

He leaned against the wall, gliding his hands over his head. He followed your lead and walk to have a burger. He seen you eating next to Jax. Who was offlay close to you. His hand on your leg every so often as he talked to you. He watched as you ate very little of your burger. He sat down next to Juice, taking a few bites of his burger. Truth is he wanted to vomit. Guilt over flowing every other emotion. He looked you over through the side of his eye. You lost a lot of weight, Kozik was right. Often he asked Kozik about you, and because Kozik was so sweet he gave Happy little things here and there. He also noticed how your hair was lighter than it use to be, more natural. “Y/N, you down to go to the drive ins tonight?” you looked at Jax slightly confused. “Who is all going?” he waved his hand around to everyone. “I should really get this stuff done so I do not bother any of you anymore.” “Shut up! You are amazing! Your one post brought in two more customers today. Brand new people! They called and where put on the list!” Gemma smiled at you. “I am glad to hear that. Ok, I will go!” “Might wanna trade in the stilettos though darlin!” Jax smiled to you, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, shaking you a bit. “Haha, I got some Converse in the Jeep.” “Can Kozy come?” “Of course!!” Tig yelled.

Getting out of the shower, you walked to your guest room. Sliding on a sports bra, SOA tank-top and leggings you walked out of the room. Your make up and hair still the same, only washing your body. “About ready?” you hurd Jax call from the kitchen. “Yeah!” you slid on your leather jacket, and adjusted your Converse.

Following Jax to TM, everyone was getting ready with blankets and pillows in hand. “Gemma wanna drive with me?” She nodded to you, hugging a man named Opie and his kids. Gemma threw a few things in your trunk, getting in the passengers side. She looked back seeing Kozy sleeping on the folded down seats. Memory foam lining them. “Yeah he is spoiled.” “No fucking shit!”. Blasting the music till you got to the TM, you paid for you and Gemma. She kept telling you ‘no’. you explained “SOA is Family” like John Teller always use to say. Driving up, the bikes parked next to you and few other cars. You helped Gemma put up a small tent for the kids and laid some blankets down. Soon the movie started. you tried not to look over at Happy. “Gemma, you good with driving my Jeep home if I drink?” She smiled to you, handing you the Cognac she brought you. You nodded to her taking the top off, sipping it. Happy looked over at you drinking the liquor without a chaser.

“Naw, that stuff tastes like ass..” Happy chuckled at your comment. “You need to learn to drink adult drinks..” he glared at your long island ice tea. “Go fuck a duck Happy. I like my drinks.” Kozik chuckled at the banter back and forth. Happy gave you a slight smile. “Holy smoke! You smile?!” you grabbed Happys cheeks, pushing his lips back. He grabbed your hands from his face scrunching his nose at you. You did the same to him, copying all of his movements. He would be lying if he said he didn’t like you. However he also knew Kozik would kill him if he ever tried to do anything with you. “Here try this..” he poured you a shot glass of tequila. You took the shot and coughed a bit. “Fuck me…” you slapped Happys chest. Kozik rubbed your back laughing his ass off. “Alright what about this?” He slid you a shot Cognac. You took the shot and glared at him. “I am all for pain, but that shit burns like hell.” Kozik nodded. Happy laughed hard at your facial expression. You grabbed you long island ice tea drinking it in Happys face. “Mmmmmmmm” you fake moaned drinking it. “Sis.. eww..” Kozik covered his ears like a child. You set the long island down grabbing Koziks hand. “Oh shut up.” You pushed Kozik slightly. “Well losers I am going to grab a girl and head to bed.” “Icky..” Kozik laughed kissing your forehead, slapping his brother on the shoulder. Leaving you and Happy to relax. “Can I get some of that Kinky Mark?” “Pink or blue?” Mark smiled at you. “Blue!” Happy watched as he poured a neon blue drink in the shot glass. You took a shot of it. “Mm..” “So you like it Kinky.” Your looked at Happy through your eyelashes. “You have no clue.”

Midway through the movie you stood up to find the restroom. After finding one you walked into the food booth looking at the options. You texted Gemma asking if she wanted anything. “Hey hun, what can I get for you?” the woman behind the counter asked. “Can I get three buckets of mini donuts, a diet coke and a burger with..” “No mayo, no onion and no lettuce with extra ketchup.” You looked to see Happy next to you finishing your order. “Is that correct?” the woman smiled looking at you two. “Un-fucking fortunately.” You paid for everything an handed the woman a twenty for a tip. You sat at a table, waiting for the order. Ignoring that Happy sat next to you. The whole time, you felt yourself begging to get back to that bottle of Cognac. “Hey Y/N, what did you get?” Happy stood up away from you seeing Jax walk in. “Three buckets of mini donuts for everyone and a diet coke for your mother.” Jax wrapped his hand around your waist pulling you into him. “Geez, you really are SOA material, thinking about everyone else.” Jax smirked at you. “Y/N” the nice woman called. “Let me help you babygirl.” Jax grabbed the three buckets, you grabbing the pop and hamburger. You walked back outside, feeling the cool air hit you. Jax and you passed the donuts around and handed the pop to Gemma. You ate a few bites of the hamburger, watching the movie.

The second movie and you had one more to go. You grabbed the bottle of Cognac, hiding it in your jacket as you walked to the side of the food stand building where no one was. You sat down, your head in your hands. Took you another few minutes before you lifted your head to a text from Gemma. “Where did you go? Can you get me another pop?” texting back you stood up, finishing some more of the Cognac. Standing up stumbled slightly. You fell into a pair of strong arms. You looked up to see Happy standing there looking down at you. “Leave me alone..” you mumbled trying to walk away. “No, your obviously not ok..” “Like you give a flying fuck..” groaning Happy shook his head. “Please, either kill me.. or let me be..” you bent down, grabbing the bottle. Happy grabbed the bottle from your hand. Your grasp on it was too tight. He kept trying to pull it away. You tripped, almost face planting on the floor. He caught you, picking you up and pushing you against the wall. “Let me go Lowman..” He stared at your lips, his heart starting to race at the thought of kissing those perfect lips that molded to his so well.

The thought of you being kinky turned him on. “Hmph. Mark, can we both have another shot of that blue kinky.” You laughed at the words coming from Happy. You both took the shot, a small drop the blue liquid dripping off your lip. You felt his rough thumb wipe the liquid off your lip. He traced your lip with his thumb. Your breath hitched slightly. The moment was so intimate the whole club looked at you. “Well.. better ah… go..” You nodded to Mark, slapping Happy on the shoulder. He watched you walk out of the clubhouse. Would anyone notice if he went after you? He seen everyone carry on with there business. He looked at Mark the bartender nod ‘yes’ to him. Happy quickly got off the bar stool and ran off after you. He seen you walking to your Jeep. Hearing footsteps you turned around, never being too carful. Happy slid his hand over your face. Without words he pressed his lips against yours. Instinct and want took over. You wrapped your arms around his neck. He grabbed your thicker legs, wrapping them around his waist. He opened your Jeep trunk. Pushing you in, you giggled as he shut the door. He pushed his lips back against yours. He had no intention of having sex with you which was a first. He just wanted to make-out with you till the sun rose.

He couldn’t let you go, his body was disobeying him. He wanted to hug you tightly, having you fit so perfectly under his arm. “I wonder where y/n went.. and Happy, and Tig” you hurd Juice talk to half sack. “Let me go..” he looked you in the eyes as he set you down gently. You grabbed the bottle from him, hiding it in your leather jacket. You walked away, quickly going to Gemmas Pop.

Next Morning

You finished frying the eggs and bacon. You set the table for two and dished up the food. You poured two cups of coffee and put out the creamer. Jax walked out in only a towel. “Damn! And you can cook?” He chuckled taking a sip of his coffee. “Yum what kind of coffee is this?” laughing at his face “The good kind.” He nodded sipping more. “Let me go put on some clothes.” “Alright prince.” There was a knock at the door. “Y/N get behind me.” “Prince.. your in a towel, what are you going to fight someone off with? Your nudity?” you grabbed your gun from your pajama waist band. Jax opened the door and seen Happy there. You slid your gun away walking back to the table. “Hey Hap!” Jax clapped his brother on the back. “Dude get some clothes on..” Jax laughed winking at you. “Alright nakey, food is getting cold.” Jax disappeared to his bedroom. “Did you fuck my Pres?” you looked up at him, standing up. You slapped him across the face hard. He put his hand over where you slapped looking at you shocked. “Even if I did fuck him, it would be no where near what you did to me.” Jax reappeared in jeans with his boxers poking though and no t-shirt. He sat at the chair next to you. “Hap pull up a chair, y/n made a lot of food!” Happy nodded, grabbing a plate from the cupboard. He dished up some food.

“Kozik is going to kill me for kissing you..” Happy spoke lowly, shoving a piece of toast with eggs in his mouth. “If it ment nothing, no reason to tell him. If it ment something, then he will just threaten you.” Happy looked up at you. “Did it mean anything to you?” you sat down, drinking some of your coffee. “Yeah, it did. However I can shut the feelings off. I have known you for a bit and I enjoy you.” Smiling Happy nodded to you. “Same here.” “Good, then let me get those crumbs off your face.” You grabbed a napkin, wiping his mouth. “You can cook too.. fuck you’re the whole damn package.” Happy smiled at you. “Only thing missing is me losing thirty pounds.” Happy looked at you. “Bullshit, do not change.” He pulled your chair to him. Grabbing your face in his hands. He kissed your lips gently, his hands sliding to your ass. “You know how hard it is to see this walk away from me. You look so good coming to me and so good walking away.” Rolling your eyes you got off him punching him in the arm. “Ow..” he faked pain.

Happy put his dish in the sink, you following him. “Y/N, we are all going to the lake for some swimming. Come along! Kozy would have fun!” you smiled at how Jax knew the way to your heart was your dog. Little did he know your shattered heart was still in the hands of the man that stood next to him. “Sure.” You nodded to Jax. “You coming Hap?” Happy nodded. “I am going to have to get a swim suit maybe. Gotta check my luggage.” “You can always find one at the mall with my mom before we go.” Jax spoke as he walked down the hall. “Can we please talk..” Happy lifted your chin gently. You slapped his hand away, walking down the hall after Jax. “JAx I am gunna go to the mall.”

“Wow! Sexy!!” Lyla and Gemma whistled to you. Laughing, you looked in the mirror and smiled at yourself. “Alright, this one. Of course the most expensive but at least I will have a swim suit!” you changed and paid for the swim suit. Getting back to TM you seen Kozy laying at Tigs feet sleeping. “Kozy, ready to go swimming?” The dog woke up stretching. He ran to you, wagging his tail.

Getting to the lake, you helped everyone unpack and get settled. You slid off your shirt and shorts. You didn’t realize Jax, Juice and Happy had been staring. Happy almost choked on his own breath. You wore a two piece that pushed your breasts up and straps wrapped around your midsection. The tattoos on your body, added to your personality’s. Happy looked at his brothers losing their shit over you. You put on a large hat and sunglasses to go with it. You walked to the grill helping half sack start it. He fumbled a few times as you helped him, looking like a fool in Happys eyes. No one here could handle you, hell he barley could. Happy looked around and seen everyone getting comfortable. A few croweaters tagged along, flirting with the men. Happy watched as you talked to Gemma about the lake. You looked over the dock and seen how clean it was. Taking off your hat and sunglasses, you dove straight in. Kozy running off the dock next to you. You smiled, swimming around with the dog. You held his paws, as he trusted you to hold him up and float. “Hey Y/N has the right idea! Lets swim!” Lyla yelled. She ran off the dock, hopping in.

Soon the whole club was in the lake, splashing and swimming around. All the couples held each other in the water, the other guys holding on to their respective crow eater for the night. Getting out after about forty-five mintues. Kozy had already gotten out and took a nap on a blanket next to the fire and grill, hoping some food would fall. You walked into the cabin, finding a towel. Walking into the bathroom, you seen the door shut behind you. Happy stood there, water dripping from his ripped body. The sight alone made your mouth water. “Enough y/n. Quit dodging me!” he growled at you. “I wouldn’t have to if you left me alone..” you shivered slightly since the air-conditioning was on in the cabin. Happy grabbed a towel from the top shelf where you could not reach, wrapping it around you tightly. He grabbed your arms looking at you. “I am so.” “Happy?! Y/N? Are either one of you in there?” Lyla banged on the door. “Yeah!” you moved passed Happy, taking off the towel, opening the door and handing the towel to Lyla. “Good thing grumpy here is tall enough to grab the damn towels!” you fake laughed sliding passed her. Lyla looked at Happys irritated and pained expression. “Happy.. do you know Y/N?” he nodded slightly to her.

After you left, Happy told Lyla everything. She was unsure why he was telling her. He made her promise to not tell anyone else till he knew what was going to happen. “Hey Happy!” Kozik appeared, pulling up on his motorcycle. Happy grabbed Kozik quickly, dragging him into the cabin. He looked round to make sure no one was there. “You gotta leave.. y/n is here… Gemma asked her to come help out because of this business she had.. if she sees that you have known where I have been.. “She is going to hate both of you forever?” you walked in looking at Kozik and Happy. Your hands started to shake, you covered your mouth as tears sprang to your eyes. “I… I asked you thousands of times if you knew where he was… I get he is your fucking brother… but.. I have known you since elementary!” Kozik took a step forward and you backed away. “Sis please..” “All those nights I cried on your shoulder… all those days you picked me off the floor with a bottle of tequila in my hand… you knew the truth..” Kozik tried to take another step towards you and you backed up again. Your heart was clenching, you anxiety peaking. You fell to the ground clutching your heart and chest. Kozik jumped to you, putting his hand on your back. You swatted him away. Lyla walked in seeing you on the ground. She put the dots together from what Happy told her. “Get the FUCK away from her!” Lyla looped your arm around her and helped you walk outside. Everyone too busy playing to notice you, Lyla and Kozy getting in your Jeep. Lyla went through your purse seeing prescription meds for anxiety pills. She grabbed your water and handed it to you. You took the pills, still shaking, water slightly spilling on you. “Happy told me everything..” you looked at her and nodded, figuring that out when she helped you. “I am so sorry hunny..” Lyla brushed your hair out of your face. She helped you lay in the back of your jeep. She ran to grab a blanket and pillow.

“Let me see her Lyla!” Happy walked back and forth pacing. It had been an hour since all of this happened. He slammed his fist into the table. “No. she needs to rest. Kozy is with her” Kozik frowned. She named her dog after him, he was so happy when he found out. Kozik stood up and walked to the door. “If you fucking wake her, I will let Tig kill you.” Kozik nodded going to talk to the rest of the club to get his mind off of it.

You woke up, Kozy snuggled against you. His head on your chest to calm you. You sat up kissing his head as it moved. You got out of the Jeep feeling slightly numb. You walked to the bonfire whispering to Gemma. “Hey Gemma, I got a call from someone in town wanting to meet me for my services. I am gunna head back. I will get a hotel!” Gemma nodded smiling that you where sticking around more. You waved to everyone and walked into the cabin, packing your things. “Are you really going for that or are you running?” “Oh you mean like you? Naw I don’t run away like a little ass bitch!” You got into Happys face. You where sick of feeling things. Anger took over completely. “Remember when you left.. you never,.. ever loved me… I was just for fun..” Putting your stuff in the jeep, you drove off.

#sons of anarchy #sons of anarchy imagine #soa #soa imagine #lyla #opie #gemma #jax #happy #juice #tig #halfsack

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streiknine-blog · 6 years ago

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Task 001.

BUT RED WAS WHAT YOU WRAPPED AROUND YOU. BLOOD RED.

—Ted Hughes

BASIC INFORMATION.

Full Name: Vincent James Ouellet Nickname(s): Vin, Vinny, Strychnine, Striker; Strike Age: 28 Date of Birth: 13 February 1990 Hometown: Québec, Québec, Canada Current Location: Dertosa, California Ethnicity: white Nationality: Vincent is Canadian, but his mother was American, so he’s got dual citizenship Gender: cis male Pronouns: he/him Orientation: Vincent is bisexual — but also fun fact he’s never had sex Religion: agnostic — he doesn’t think too hard about it, but I could see him going for something like Roman Reconstructionalist if he actually put thought into it. Political Affiliation: (I don’t know stateside politics and neither does Vincent) Occupation: full-time Poison babey — see also: hitman Living Arrangements: he’s got a small apartment with sparse decorations — really what he was looking for when he got it was somewhere that he’d be able to relax and cook.

The kitchen is the most put-together part of the one-bedroom place, with well-loved pots, pans, and bakeware. A couple nice dishtowels in a white with navy stripes pattern hang from the handle of the oven, and a much more ragged bleach-worn dishtowel is usually seen on the counter (used for wiping up messes as they happen). Little (fake bullet) shell casing salt and pepper shakers sit on the back of the stove, along with a little porcelain rooster — “You have to have a rooster in the kitchen.” Vincent would say, “It’s good luck.” — which its paint is chipping from how old it is.

The living/eating area has a navy and grey rug that looks like he’s had it since he was in his early twenties (and, honestly, he has) and a dark-stained wooden table with four chairs — the insert to make it into a six person table for if he ever had the Poisons over sitting against the far wall, in plain sight — and just a single placemat, that is pastel and multi-coloured and looks like he stole it from a sixty year old’s kitchen décor, sitting on the table at all times.

He’s got a small, grey, apartment-sized couch that he likes to curl up an nap on, so there’s a throw blanket and a single pillow always on it.

Language(s) Spoken: English; French Accent: Light buzzing on ‘TH’, ‘Z’, and ’S’ sounds — a holdover from his Québécois upbringing; for the most part has a fairly neutral “Seattle accent” that he’s taught himself as a consequence of being around Americans and wanting to sound less ‘different’. Still has a light Québécois accent tinging his words.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE.

Face Claim: Zane Holtz Hair Colour: dark brown Eye Colour: blue Height: 6’1” Weight: 220ish lbs Build: lorge Tattoos: n/a Piercings: n/a Clothing Style: Simple, dark sweaters (navy, forest green, maroon, black), white dress shirts (buttoned to the top), dark sports coats, charcoal or black slacks are the standard, but he’ll wear dark wash jeans occasionally. Usually the jeans are paired with a crisp dress shirt (in any of the sweater colours) that may be rolled to to the elbows. If he’s doing the sweater + dress shirt + jeans outfit, his favourite combination is his maroon sweater with a navy dress shirt. He thinks he looks fancy in it. He’s not opposed to wearing light, airy colours (like powder blue, or dusty pink) but he gets a bit self-conscious when he wears them — thinking that they don’t suit him well enough for him to pull it off. So he sticks to dark colours and neutrals. They’re easier to hide bloodstains anyway, and the white shirts can be bleached.

Fan of French cuffs but never wears them because cufflinks are easy to lose at a scene. When he’s not on the job he’s totally breaking out the French cuffs and his silver cufflinks. There’s the occasional t-shirt + sweatpants combo but usually reserved for when he isn’t going out anywhere/not seeing anyone but the other poisons or the flower he’s booked.

For accessories, he’s got a dark grey tungsten carbide band that he wears on his left ring finger.

Usual Expression: neutral, vaguely aggressive leaning. His eyebrows make him look mad when he’s not holding them up in some form of expression. Distinguishing Characteristics: I’d say his biggest distinguishing characteristic is that he is tall and wide — like not only is this kid over six feet tall, he’s jacked as shit too.

HEALTH.

Physical Ailments: needs glasses, and he’s nearsighted — it’s partly why he prefers knives to guns. Neurological Conditions: nothing I can peg but I’m sure there’s Something. Allergies: n/a Sleeping Habits: king of the cat nap, and honestly whenever he can knock out he’s gonna. He snores too. Eating Habits: he eats a Lot and he’s decently healthy… please see his favourite food section for a more detailed food thing. Exercise Habits: Boy loves to workout — gotta keep fit for murder, y’know? He’s fond of free weights, and bars… boy loves a heavy deadlift, and he’s gotta bench press his friends at least once. He’s also one to do sprints for his cardio, especially resistance sprints. Gotta go fast.

He works until it burns and he’s comfortably sore. Totally one to have a protein shake with oats added after a hard workout.

Emotional Stability: Vincent isn’t necessarily the most emotionally competent but he’s also not especially volatile. He’s got his moments — blind fury or just enjoyment of a kill can cause him to go a lil overboard. When he laughs it’s a whole body laughs — boy’s gonna feel things all at once if he’s going to feel them at all. Sociability: He likes to be with other people but he is just so painfully awkward. He doesn’t quite realize sometimes that he’s making jokes that aren’t funny and that he should stop making poisoning jokes to the flower that is eating the meal he prepped himself but, hey, we can’t be perfect and Vinny certainly isn’t. Body Temperature: I’d say he’s a slight onto the warm side — summer is hell for him. Addictions: can I say the high of a kill? But nah he ain’t a straight up murder-obsessed guy, he just really loves that feeling. In all honesty, he loves sweet things. Drug Use: Never Alcohol Use: Rarely drinks — he doesn’t like the feeling of being drunk/tipsy, but he will go for a lite beer or two, or a mixed drink that is “light on the alcohol, heavy on the mix, please.”

PERSONALITY.

Label: the aggressor; the cold-blooded; the loyalist Positive Traits: Fearless, determined, willing Negative Traits: Ruthless, detached Goals/Desires: his biggest thing is having a balance to things, it’s a driving force behind his actions. Fears: spiders — too many legs they creep him out. Hobbies: cooking, reading, watching movies Habits: absently rotates his wrists/cracks his fingers when he’s focused on something. Mutters in French under his breath if he’s trying to figure something out.

FAVOURITES.

Weather: cold, crisp winter day with large snowflakes floating down lazily — not a flurry, just pleasant and relaxing. Probably around -15C / 5f. Colour: navy and light blue Music: top 40 hits — 22 year old Vincent was the type to sing along to ‘Call Me Maybe’ in his car by himself. Movies: comedies, supernatural themes, French and Québécois cinema. Sport: Lacrosse; hockey (fan of the Canadiens and the Maple Leafs) Beverage: Hot chocolate!

He’s one to pick the drink up from a coffee shop on the way to an appointment, or to make himself a fresh one after he’s back home. He has several different kinds of it — from those hot chocolate wands, to tins of powdered mix, to single-serve portions of it for a on-demand coffee machine — and he’s not picky. He likes the sweetness of it, and, if he’s getting one from a coffee shop, makes sure to ask for extra chocolate sauce. At home it depends how tired he is. It’ll either be basic, with just hot milk and melted chocolate or fancier on his days off with tiny marshmallows or peppermint syrup. He especially likes to make hot chocolate for those he considers friends.

Food: He’ll give most things a try, honestly.

He’s definitely fallen back on the ‘pan seared broccoli with wild rice and baked chicken breast (with smoked paprika, thyme, and black pepper)’ as a basic dinner meal for when he’s feeling lazy. If he’s not feeling lazy the sky is the fucking limit. He’ll make everything from a whole chicken or a roast with accompanying veggies, to stir-frying tofu and veggies. For lunch he’s usually eating something he’s packed — quinoa, lemon-dill salmon, asparagus; rare steak, sweet potatoes, broccolini; Cobb salad with an extra hardboiled egg or two; homemade “instant” ramen in a jar — and for breakfast he’ll either just straight up have a protein shake with oats and fruit, or some of the egg muffins he makes every few days (mushroom, cheese, ham,, quinoa) or he’ll really go all out and have French Toast or waffles.

Homemade stovetop mac n cheese is a comfort food he likes if he wants something quick (25 minutes, start to finish), but if he’s gonna make a comforting meal to distract himself he’s totally the type to go with a braised lamb sort of deal.

Animal: dogs

FAMILY.

Father: Étienne Jean Ouellet (53); president of an insurance brokerage Mother: Lillian Grace Ouellet née Richardson (51); homemaker Sibling(s): none Children: n/a Pet(s): n/a Family’s Financial Status: solidly upper-middle class. Don’t you know the insurance business is practically a license to print money?

EXTRA.

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius; 13 February 1990 MBTI: ISTJ Enneagram: type 8 — the challenger Temperament: melancholic Moral Alignment: totally pegged him as a Lawful Evil — uses murder to get his ends tidy, but has a strong sense of needing balance for things. Not one to just willy-nilly McMurder. Primary Vice: Wrath Primary Virtue: Charity Element: Earth

#tcrp.task #about #this is so extra i'm so sorry

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lionheartsstrawberries · 7 years ago

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Deitylady Crybaby

“Am I a Mortal Lady?”

(Akira x oc) :Devilman Crybaby fanfic: What would the story be like...with an archangel? MATURE BE WARNED!

Himura Ena. She stands behind Fudo Akira as he cries for her. The bullies of kindergarten were a peak of bad behavior. They tore up her drawings of angelic creatures. Before they could even pull her hair, Akira jumped in and cried for her. “Please stop! Those drawing she did, took her all day! Can’t you see that you’re hurting her?”

“We don’t see her crying, right guys?” The leader said with a grin. He was getting on Ena’s nerves. She tightens her pencil. What are the outcomes of stabbing the boy’s hand? Not seeing Akira or Miki ever again would be the outcome. Plus her parents would move her to another school.

What about hugging? That seemed okay. Ena drops her pencil and hugs Akira from behind. “Thank you for crying for me.”

*Brrrriiiinggg!*

“Ha!” Ena wakes up straight forward and pushes back her bangs. She slams her alarm shut. Her dyed baby blue short hair slicked with a little sweat. “I’ve hadn’t had that memory in so long...I wonder, why now?”

“Ena! Come down and eat your breakfast! You’ll be late again!” Her mom calls from downstairs.

“Okay! I’m getting ready!” Ena quickly puts on her high school uniform and her round glasses. She runs downstairs, grabs a bite of eggs and bread and lastly kisses her dad’s cheek. “Bye bye!”

Both of her parents wave to her as she runs while putting her shoes on. Ena’s place is a house away from Mimi’s place. Funny how they lost contact with each even though they lived so close. Her relationship with Akira was still strong though. She excelled in every sport known to man, but she decided to do art instead. It calms her mind and soul. It helped that Akira would come to the school’s art studio after every practice. The would talk and just even relax in each other’s company.

Ena runs towards the foot lockers. She switches out her outside shoes for inside shoes.

“Ena~chan~!” Miki jump hugs Ena’s back. “You keep beating me to school! You really should try out track!”

“I don’t know, I’m not much of a team type of gal.” Ena smiles weakly. Akira finally catches up to Miki and pants a little. “You have Akira-kun in the team already. Why need me?”

“Because, hah, you, hah, are fast.” Akira plops his scrawny self on the bench. “Ha~”

Ena giggles and rubs his head. “Someday you’ll catch up to Miki’s speed!”

The bell rings indicating that it was time for class.

Hours go by and it was lunch time. Ena walks towards the art studio with her sculpting kit. She was working on a clay sculpture of Lucifer reaching out to the sky. With clawed hands grabbing his lower half towards the ground. Ena smiles at the thought of its completion for the art gallery in the next town. She walks in and gasps.

Her sculpture in pieces. Torn from the supports and spread out on the ground. She notices writing on the sculpture. ‘Gift from God? Whore from God!’

Ena sighs. It must be from the other art students. She picks up the clay prices from the ground.

“Ena...”

She stops halfway to look up. Akira tears up as his lips quiver. She stands up holding the pieces. “It’s not very clever. Points though for ‘gift from god’ it is the meaning of my name.”

Akira cries some more as he walks closer to Ena. She drops her clay pieces and hugs him. Her fingers rubbing the back of his neck, calming him. “I’m happy you’re here.” Because then I would have done something terrible, she thought.

She leans back and wipes away his tears. Her smile makes Akira smile also. “Come on,” Ena hands him the clay pieces. “Help me clean up at least.”

They clean up the mess and then ate their lunch. As they are their last bite. It was time for class. Ena’s next couple of classes were in her art studio. Since she got permission from the principle. The teachers gave her mean looks for her blue hair. The weird thing is whenever she tried to to dye it back to her black hair. It just washes off. So she stayed with her blue dye.

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After school activists blossom for all certain types of clubs. Especially the track team/club. Miki sets herself up on the track along with Miko. While on the other side Akira and the guys were getting ready for their run. Ena watches from the window of the studio. She sees Akira waving to her, when he caught her watching. She blushes and waved back.

The project she was working on was now in painting form. What she didn’t understand was why she painted Lucifer with breast and men genitals. His hair long and golden and the bluest eyes she’ve ever seen. The hands that were dragging him were grabbing one or two of his eight wings. Tears of blood flows down Lucifer’s face and his neck. His expression shows agony, a little betrayal towards the golden skies.

“Ena!”

“Eh?!” Ena loses her grip on the paintbrush, but brings it back in place as she collects herself. She looks over to the one that called her out. Miki and Akira. Time flew by so fast whenever Ena focuses on her art projects. She didn’t notice it was time to go home. The three teenagers gather their things and left the school grounds, walking towards their homes.

Ena waves goodbye to her friends as she watches them go into their house. She sighs and walks towards her home. The door seemed unlock though. Which was odd because her parents are cautious. Ena slowly opens the door. “Mama? Papa?”

Plates fall from the ground. Two unknown people were stealing things while Ena’s parents were tied up. “Shit! They have a kid!” The one that dropped the plate yells to the the other masked person.

“Honey, run!” Her Dad yells to her. The guy that’s pointing a gun at him, shoots him as he screeches in panic.

Ena’s eyes widen in shock. The bullet went through her father’s skull. Silence pales over the room. The gun is a silencer so it didn’t make any sound. Ena’s mother cries out to her dead husband, but was quickly punched by the guy who didn’t have the gun. “You had to shoot him didn’t ya?!” He said. “I thought you had the safety on!”

“I’m sorry! I paniced okay?! Let’s just go!” The guy with the gun gives it to the first one.

“No, they’ve seen too much.” The confident guy, now with a gun, points the gun at Ena’s mother. “Take off your clothes. I want a piece of your ass before we leave!”

That snapped Ena out of place. “Don’t hurt her!” She cries. The other man grabs her when she tries to punch him.

“Don’t worry girly. You’re next.” The man points the gun at her mother’s head. “Just watch your mama get fucked!”

Ena tried to look away, but the man holding her was too strong and force her to watch. The man pounding her mother forced the end of the gun in her mouth. Ena could not get the picture of her mother’s eyes blank out with no emotion. Like she was already dead.

“Mama, please! Fight through this! I don’t want to be alone!” Ena screams and struggles against the hold she was locked in. No budge.

The gun leaves her mother’s mouth. No words came out as the man continues to pound into her. Only splatters of blood flows out of her mouth. Ena’s mother. Had ended her life.

“KYAAAAAAAA” Ena’s scream could make the universe shake for her lose.

#devilman crybaby #devilman akira #akira fudo #ryo askua #oc #fanfic #romance #thriller

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gloves94 · 7 years ago

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La Vie En Rose [Bruce Banner] 1

An uncontrollable, green beast trapped inside a humble doctor. The key to this control: the white eyes of a pompous, materialistic jewel thief. Oh- and also, the world is ending. Best of luck to you both and the rest of the Avengers.

My life was simple.

Then again, it was simple when it was my life.

Simplicity at its best considered on the simple pleasures of life. Egyptian cotton sheets, goose feather pillows, mimosas every day, and the best part all the jewels and gems that I could dream of.

Oh, all the gems and jewels I could imagine.

I thought of my precious babies and how they gleamed and sparkled in all different shades and hues of colors, all of them, different shapes and sizes.

I don't discriminate; I love them all.

This is my life. This was my life.

I loved it, and I wouldn't change a single thing about it. I live for the lavish things in life. I believe life was made to be enjoyed and I was blessed with the proper gifts to enjoy it, which is something I don't intend on wasting.

Only a few days ago had I been completely spread out in my luxurious king bed. I looked at the yellow canary ring that shined brightly upon my index finger; thus far my favorite and most expensive finger accessory.

It was then that I heard the elevator door open. I thought it was my morning breakfast, eggs benedict and crab cakes with a Moet Mimosa. I sat up, the slightest of smiles on my face. It soon twisted into a frown when I was greeted by two strangers standing at the entrance of my master bedroom. One was a man who wore a simple, black suit, the other was a gorgeous woman who had short red hair and wore a skintight black and crimson suit- and it was just downhill from there.

Presently, I sat in a discrete private plane to India, it wasn't as lavish as to what I was used to, but it was something. A pair of pitch black sunglasses had been practically glued to my head. I had been threatened not to remove them despite any circumstance that might arise. I looked at my newest companion with a scowl through the shades.

Natasha Romanoff, also known as the deadly Black Widow looked back at me just as uneasily.

"Can I take the glasses off?" I asked in a bored town my voice drawling at the end.

"No," she retorted with absolutely no amusement in her tone.

"Couldn't you have at least made these Chanel?" I scoffed rolling my eyes. The Black Widow remained stoic, her answer obvious.

Her mood: frustrated and annoyed.

Feeling just as frustrated I snapped the sunglasses off angrily. In that instant, she pointed a cold gun at my temple. With a sly grin, I snapped my pale eyes towards hers. Hers, however, remained tightly shut.

"I just," sighing I looked around the small space in the jet. My mind racing as I sought an escape. "I still don't understand why I have to be of service."

"I didn't know your silly organization was this inefficient," I added.

The tension was escalating; anger was beginning to flood her mind. The edge of my lips tugged up into a smirk. "The organization is far from inefficient, not is it silly," she said sharply emphasizing on the word 'silly.'

"The problem is that he-it, it is too strong. No one can control it. Perhaps only you can."

"Will you look at me for chrissake? I'm not going to do anything to you. It's not like I can, considering that this hideous vest that I'm wearing will literally kill me. Not to mention how unflattering it is," I ripped open my Versace jacket to show the Black Widow the control belt bomb that had been locked around my torso. One wrong move and “Boom!” I would be split splat, just like a Pollock.

Agent Coulson, the man who got me involved in this, had managed to get this bomb on me. If I misbehaved, it would only take one click of a red button for my life to cease.

"Chill B.W.," I said once again rolling my eyes and looking at her gun annoyed.

The Black Widow ignored her new nickname and finally opened her eyes and dared to look into mine. Her tense mood did not falter.

"See," I said smugly buttoning up my fancy jacket.

I barely got some sleep in that uncomfortable seat. I spent half of the flight either drowsing off or brushing my dark brown hair while looking vainly in a pocket mirror.

It seemed like the Black Widow didn't sleep. She was almost robotic.

The only reason I was sure she was human was because her emotions were painfully obvious to me. It wasn't long before the bump of the plane hitting fresh ground awoke me.

It was dark outside; the sun was setting.

The Black Widow wouldn't speak to me unless spoken to, and even then she refrained from saying much. During the flight she had several files at hand, one was mine, another was the thing we were dealing with.

I wasn't allowed to look at either.

"So where in India are we?" I asked carefully stepping around the dirt in what appeared to be the middle of nowhere. "Kolkata, West Bengal," she retorted in her monotone voice.

"Is that near the Taj Mahal?" I asked ignorantly.

Her mood: annoyed.

She was rather irked. "Can we go visit the old Indian mines. I've heard the rubies are just divine."

She glared, "we are not on vacation."

The black widow continued barking orders as we skulked around the ghettos of Kolkata. People were dying in the streets of sickness and disease. I could see them, clear as day, elder women, children, men, even sick dogs lay with gaping mouths in hunger. Their only company seemed to be the hovering flies.

Pests, trash, and the dead cluttered the crowded streets which stanch of feces, urine and decomposed corpses. There was so much pain in these streets, so much suffering. It was overbearing.

"I need a moment," I said holding onto my aching head.

B.W. Looked at me curiously.

"Do what you have to do, it's just... my head," I held onto my temples with both of my hands. My mind went blank for a minute. I didn't realize how much time had passed until Natasha returned and found me leaning against a wooden post clenching my teeth. I could feel that she was somewhat concerned.

"Come. It's all arranged," she said putting her emotions aside. I once again followed her in the dusk to a tiny hovel with broken walls and curtain windows. It stood alone in the distance.

"Should I be ready?" I asked slipping my hands into my pockets. She didn't respond. I hated her silent charade. "This is so pointless-" I kicked a nearby peddle away.

"Stop!" She suddenly snapped losing her cool.

Her mood: anger and frustration.

It seemed like I was only able to have two mood effects on the poor woman.

"Listen. Whether you like it or not you will cooperate. You have a long track record so be grateful that we didn't just throw you in barred four by four cage," she snapped. "Be quiet and do as I say. This is a delicate situation." She couldn’t emphasize it more.

Natasha then explained how she had hired a local child to bring our target to the isolated, broken down shelter where we were stood. She said that our cue was when the child escaped the room. I couldn't handle this place anymore. The mood, the insects, the horrid stench. I just wanted this to be over so that I could be back in Las Vegas, anywhere else other than Kolkata. I was also getting hungry...

It was just then that a little Indian girl ran inside of the shed and sprinted out through an open window. A dark-haired man followed after her and was left standing alone like an idiot. He stopped dead in his tracks. He knew.

His mood: annoyed.

He had been made a fool, and he knew it. He had been tricked.

It seemed like there were no positive emotions surrounding these people.

"Should have got paid up front, Banner," Natasha stepped forward from behind the curtains. She had bothered to dress down to the colloquial attire of the area. A black shirt and a crimson red shawl.

Her trademark colors.

I refused to change my outfit, not caring if I stood out like a sore thumb. Like hell, I was going to remove my Dior Tribal earrings and my Versace outfit in the middle of nowhere India. Why couldn’t we be in Bengal? New Dehli? This was so frustrating…

He turned around quietly and eyed both of us cautiously. Banner was for less of a better word your average Joe.

Dark hair, dark eyes, there wasn't anything particularly outstanding about him. He wore cheap clothes. A brand less maroon shirt and dark pants. He carried a messenger bag with him. He had thick, bushy eyebrows and rounded facial features. His skin was tan from countless of days or walking under the harsh Indian sun.

"You know, for a man who's supposed to be avoiding stress, you picked a hell of a place to settle," Natasha continued.

Wait-

Was this our dangerous subject?

Once again I scrutinized him. My eyes were snaking up and down his figure and poise. How was this man threatening? He certainly didn’t fit the part. Did he have to avoid the stress due to heart problems?

"Avoiding stress isn't the secret," he retorted dully. I felt like I was missing something.

"Then, what is it? Yoga?"

I was clearly out of the loop of this conversation. Not that I cared enough to inquire, I merely wanted to get out of here. I didn't even bother in making an effort to hide my scowl.

"You brought me to the edge of the city, smart. I uh... assume the whole place is surrounded?" He looked around the room anxiously and at both of us. I'll admit that I droned out for most of Banner and Natasha's conversation until I realized they actually addressed me.

"And you?" he asked.

I snapped my colored eyes to his. He blinked twice taken aback by them.

His mood: curious.

"Does it matter?" I retorted smugly keeping my eyes peeled wide open.

If it weren't for this man- ugh...

"Are you both here to kill me? Because that's not going to work out for everyone."

"For who else?" I muttered to Natasha growing more and more annoyed by the second. An effect I realized I had on her.

"Can we get out of here?" I added whining like a child.

"No. No. Of course not. I'm here on behalf of SHIELD."

"I'm not." I butted in shamelessly. Natasha ignored me.

"Can we get out of here? We can talk about this on the plane, yes?" I repeated almost pleading her.

"Where are you taking me?" He asked, his eyes narrowed.

"We've always kept our distance from you doctor, but never lost sight. We've even helped keep some other interested parties off your scent."

"Why?" I beat the man to the question asking with knitted eyebrows.

"Will someone tell me what I’m doing here? That is, besides wasting my time!" I exclaimed frustrated. "This man isn't dangerous!" I said approaching him carelessly. "He's a doctor," I drawled annoyed. "He saves lives," I added matter of factly.

Natasha began to become exasperated once again. Her glare said it all. 'Don't you dare,' her eyes threatened.

Banner couldn't help but chuckle.

"I think... the other guy might disagree with you," he said dangerously his mood becoming darker. I huffed cockily.

"Whatever, I'm not scared of anybody," I said tossing my long hair over my shoulder. It slapped the doctor in the face as I walked away. He brushed his nose and frowned at the rude gesture. Natasha proceeded to explain how the world was about to face a potential global catastrophe. She spoke about something called a Tesseract and potential power it possessed to wipe out the planet.

This caught my interest...

That thing, whatever it was, had to be absolutely priceless. The Tesseract, I wondered just what it was… It was then that Natasha pulled a tablet from her messenger bag and displayed it for the doctor.

My eyes slightly widened at the sight of the glowing cube like- gem.

Was that a shaped blue diamond? I could feel my mouth greedily watering at the pure thought of-

I momentarily escaped reality and pictured myself in an even fancier penthouse, wearing, perhaps a necklace made out of the Hope Diamond? No one to bother me, no one to tie me up to explosives and boss me around... I didn't realize that my emotions were beginning to manifest until Natasha snapped the image from her tablet off and her attention was back from the doctor and me.

"Quit it," she almost growled out at me.

"D-Did your eyes just change color?" Banner asked looking at the vanishing green hues in them.

"No," I lied rudely, scoffing, and stepped away from both of them.

"Her eyes just changed color," he stated the obvious, shocked. His eyes remained on mine. I didn't remove my now colorless eyes away from him. I could tell he was intrigued by my unnatural gaze.

"Nick Fury trusts you." Natasha swayed the conversation.

"He wants you to find it. It has been taken. It emits a gamma signature that's too weak for us to trace. There's no one that knows gamma radiation like you do. If there was, that's where I'd be.” She explained.

"Gamma Radiation? But isn't this man a medical doctor?" I asked. Once again, I was ignored.

"So Fury isn't after the monster? He doesn't need me in a cage?" Banner inquired, his mood shifting, eyes hard.

"No one's gonna put you in a..." Natasha persuaded.

"STOP LYING TO ME!" he suddenly snapped in a thunderous tone. Natasha quickly grabbed her gun and pointed at him. She exchanged a confused look with me since I had no reaction at the man's outburst.

"He's not mad," I retorted feeling that the man was actually feeling sheepish.

He stood straight up like an arrow smiling. He had an odd sense of humor.

"I'm sorry. That was mean. I just wanted to see what you'd do. Why don't we don't we do this the easy way, where you don't use that, and the other guy doesn't make a mess? Okay?"

"The other guy? You talk as if you were Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," I commented.

"Something like that..." He said with that same smile. His eyes marked by exhaustion.

"You won't be locked up," Natasha continued. "And I won't need to use my weapon. That's why she's here," she nodded her head towards me. I crossed my arms over my chest tapping my foot anxiously.

"Can we go? Now?" I asked insensitively sincerely not caring that the world was in peril.

"And what are you going to do?" He asked with a charming smile towering over me.

"Hold the Big Guy down? Rattle your jewelry to distract him with glimmer and glam?" He clearly wasn't threatened by me.

I glared at him and smugly smiled at him. For a brief moment, I allowed my white irises to flash in a bright orange hue of annoyance. He felt this emotion rapidly shift and gave a step back started by his sudden change in mood. His jaw tightened, and instead of fear, I could sense the growing curiosity in him.

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purkinje-effect · 7 years ago

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The Purkinje Effect, 20

Minor tw’s for broken bones (again) and “off-screen” medical gore.

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Geek's tibia and fibula had buckled in half just from bearing body weight alone. Deacon handed over a Stimpack in an instant, Hancock offering a shoulder to lean on. The words that came from the pink dreg next felt more like a demand than advice.

"D-- don't try to catch me. I think-- I think I'd hurt you more than falling d'hurt me."

"You really think you weigh enough to hurt me?" Hancock objected, feeling his pride in question with his assistance shrugged off, as far as his strength and constitution. Deacon glared at him over the top of his sunglasses.

"You just saw the kid's leg bones snap like twigs just by trying to stand up, and you're playing the tough guy." Deacon took the Stimpack from Geek when Geek couldn't balance well enough to inject the syringe into his own leg, and knelt near him. "Geek, I'm not a professional medic, but I'm at least gonna try to right the bones before applying the Stimpack. Can you take the weight off the bad leg without hurting the other?"

Geek shook his pounding head, but tried to lean harder into the wall. He took a fold of the shoulder fabric of his faded green jumpsuit in his teeth. When Deacon was sure Geek was ready for it, he firmly gripped the upper and lower parts of Geek's calf and felt out an approximate alignment. Then the pneumatic implement plunged deep in the side of his calf, the needle nestling between the two bones before administering cold regenerative serum with a hiss. Hancock disregarded the caveat and helped steady Geek against the wall to keep the weight off the healing leg while the medication took hold, but did at least keep salient footing in the event Geek needed to fall.

"...We've got plenty more, right," Geek joked, slowly testing the leg once the numbness of the chems wore off. His face had run terribly. "I feel like I'm gonna need about two hundred before we get back."

"Oh come on, now," Hancock smiled sadly, planting a fresh cigarette between Geek's lips. "You're not gonna break every bone in your body. We're gonna get you somewhere safe, and we're gonna get you better." He flicked up a match for Geek, who shakily accepted it. Anything to mask the scent of his own lapse into indiscretion.

"We'll keep you supplied with whatever aid we can provide," Deacon seconded, standing. "Just pace yourself, and we'll spot you. It's only a day's walk back from here. We can manage that."

"I'm ready whenever y'all are," Geek insisted, starting off again. Every step he took had to be small, deliberate, and prepared.

"Woah, woah there, Boss." Deacon took him gingerly by the shoulder and guided him about face. "Elevator's that way."

Arriving back at ground level was a simple matter of a short hallway, an elevator ride, and a utility stairwell. Deacon and Hancock did most of the work, dispatching the Synths and various turrets stationed within the ruins of the Slocum's Joe coffee shop as they exited the base's front face. Geek equipped himself with the bull barrel pistol for fire support, though it was mostly for emotional confidence. His eyesight wouldn't draw into focus, his smell the strongest to rely upon. He didn't use the gun for the fear of friendly fire. But he distrusted his balance, and his bodily integrity, too much to fight physically. Simply scaling the stairs had been enough exertion to ruin him.

The scent of stale coolants indicated for Geek there was a Red Rocket station to his right. A fog of distortion enervated him further. More gunfire? Ferals. His footing wasn't steady, but at any given point he never went longer than a few minutes without at least one hand guiding his shoulder. He wheezed raggedly, needing to stop regularly to recollect his breath. The rot of petrichor stuffed his nostrils, and he could feel the rain soak into his clothing.

He didn't really mind the chill. Everything was on fire, and his body felt like it was hardening all over. Leaden. Saturnine. Overencumbered by himself.

Like hearing everything from inside a glass jar, Geek could tell Deacon and Hancock quipped unintelligibly back and forth as they traveled. His ears rang numbly. The ground became uneven, and he nearly slipped from the mud as they took the river bank. His boots sank sharply in the silty mess of patchy grass as he slid, leaving deep skids in the terrain.

"I am not about to take an unscheduled bath today." Hancock grunted, narrowly letting Geek right himself rather than instinctively catching him.

The rainfall bloomed up the familiar, complex chemical smell of Mass. Gravel & Sand, and for a brief moment Geek thought he halfway had his bearings. They kept to the broken thoroughfare, passing through a prewar military checkpoint littered with overturned vehicles and guard posts.

More gunfire, though it didn't last long. Geek assumed his companions had sniped out whatever had been the threat.

"I wanna sit down." Detached but beseeching, he addressed no one in particular.

Met with muffled responses, he let them both guide him by the shoulders. But, they didn't stop him someplace where he could sit. Pushing onward, he figured they'd told him he'd only have difficulty standing again.

Night fell before he could make out a tall fortification to his left. They rounded down past an overturned eighteen-wheeler and cut across the river on a bridge beneath the overpass. The shadowed stink of this patch of the Charles, Geek had been here before. The night was unforgiving there, unable to go by much more than his companions' road familiarity in the pitch dark.

They crossed over a white-edged red line in the sidewalk. That line felt important, but Geek couldn't sufficiently verbalize it as he watched his own footsteps. The river was to their left. A dumpster to the right. He wanted to say that he should stop and eat something, that he didn't know how long it had been since he ate. Something trapped the words within him.

Concrete stairs, leading into the ruins of a building. More dull bickering. They briefly stood in place before entering a utility tunnel. Soured pipes running everywhere. Brick stairs descending, winding. A bright light pained him and he snarled to himself. They waded through water knee-deep. More stairs, and a strong red light illuminating the way. Mattresses lined one side of the tunnel, metal supply shelving the other.

A third voice joined the usual banter with a door slammed behind it. Desdemona, urgent and incredulous. Geek struggled to focus on the dialogue.

"You what!"

"We need him, Dez. But what he needs right now is for you to let us in the crypt, so Carrington can treat him. We'll tend to formalities when he's not probably rotting on the inside."

The four of them moved into the heart of the crypt then. The dull must of ancient mildew clinged to every surface. To his left, a huge, bright round source of light. To his right, a salty smell affronted him. Increasingly, the dozen or so agents in the headquarters began to mill about in a fashion as to rubberneck.

"Carrington, this guy just saved your prototype from the Switchboard," Deacon introduced. Hancock handed it over readily. "Could you maybe show him a little gratitude by assessing the toll it took on him to do it?"

Geek looked up to the figure receiving the treasure. Tall, West Asian, a white medical coat. The pink mess wheezed, and decided it was finally acceptable to simply lie down directly on the cobbled ground.

"My God. Recap everything. Don't leave out a thing."

"Don't look at me," Hancock blurted out. "All I know is what I've seen him eating. He don't really talk much."

"Don't. Don't tell me he ate things up there," another male voice interjected.

"Not now, Tom." The doctor seemed genuinely pained by the intrusion.

"I ate all kinds of things," Geek retorted pathetically at the air. "What shouldn't I have ate? The telephone? The petrol? The damn Synth parts?"

The black man in overalls was crouched near him, his soft features and strange goggles traced with light from behind. Geek's features went slack, feeling comforted by this bizarre agent moreso than the doctor somehow, despite how haunted this Tom was by his response.

"That's it. No question about it. The Institute has got in his blood. Nanites. Tiny little computerized cells. They report back to the Institute, and probably worse."

"That's... terrifying, if true." Geek shivered. The prospect this Institute was responsible for everything that had happened to him and his people chewed him to the core.

"No! There's battery acid in that serum of yours." The doctor tried to pull Tom back, but he knelt down fully to get nearer.

"Aaand some algae, and a delightful little bacterial culture. Among other things." He looked Geek firmly in the eye. "Can't nuke an omelette without irradiating some eggs. It'll fix you up. Clear it all out. ...You. You don't gotta do it. Dez says it has to stay voluntary. But I'm positive it's all those lil' nanites buzzin' around in your guts that's all the trouble. We got to burn those babies out of you. One... not so small injection, and a good nap. You won't regret it. A hard reboot to your system."

"Are you certain you don't want any legitimate medical care before you... encourage this?" Carrington could tell Geek was likeminded to Tom. "Tom is our quartermaster, not a medic."

"Ye of little faith," Tom puffed.

"...I've tried every remotely normal medical thing tryin' t'fix this," Geek muttered, letting his head fall to one side, and welcoming the cold of the stone against his cheek. "This... whatever it is. It's hell, an' I'll try anything at this point. Let's... let's give it a shot."

"Even this messed up, you're cracking puns." Hancock snorted.

Carrington could only look on in deep concern as Tom snapped up out of the floor to retrieve the serum. Brief instructions back and forth across the crypt left Hancock helping Geek out of his jumpsuit and armor, down to his underwear, then into a pair of ratty pants produced in donation by an agent. Tom drew a syringe from an old oil can, the fluid semi opaque and of uncertain coloration. Like an inoculation, it was injected into Geek's upper arm.

In an instant, Geek felt his blood curdle. As his pulse matched his panic, the spoiling raced through his veins. When it hit the chambers of his heart, everything went black with a hard jolt.

He was running again. His siblings, Vana, Orpi, and Torber sprinted alongside him. Orpi carried their youngest sibling Ruti piggyback. Their parents were far ahead of them, trying to spur their haste. The Reds were finally bombing America, with confirmed reports of mushroom clouds in Pennsylvania and New York. Radioactive dust rolled in from all around the family as they hurried down the shore of the Blackstone Gorge from the junkyard they owned, racing to Vault 82. The Miner family made decent time avoiding the detonation which Galen had always believed was a near-direct hit on Providence. This liminal assertion never changed, anytime this dream transpired.

The gear-shaped door in the rock face rolled back in place with mere minutes to spare. The tectonic activity caused by the nuclear detonation knocked out power in the shelter. It was rapidly understood by the families that had sought refuge there that the amenities of the vault had been a projection, and that the electrical failure had disrupted the illusion. There was nothing. Overseer Bensington tried the vault door, but she found it immovable and decreed it such. Trapped in a wet, lightless cave while the world above was wrought asunder by a nuclear apocalypse, they had no food or safe water. They only had each other.

Galen lay on the cold stone floor of the cave, limp and ineffectual. The moisture from the cave clung to him, puddled beneath him. Yet, he didn't move from where he lay, didn't bother seeking a dry place or dry clothes. He simply stared off into the darkness and let the muck pool around him. He could hear in some far part of the cave, several other 82ers having a heated argument. The forming mire cradled him.

Hot foam frothed from his mouth, and he sat up rasping.

"This is proof you can't just go around giving people sulfuric acid injections!" Carrington was in a near-roar. "How many times have I told you to stop pitching your serum to the new agents!"

"He was that bad off!" Tom objected. "You! You SAW that mess of sludge that started pouring out of him! I don't have to run tests on that stuff to know whatever poisoned him was bad news! The Institute HAD him!"

Sludge. Every inch of Geek felt clammy. He looked down to find himself heavily layered in sinewy scars, the floor pooled up with a dark sulfurous substance he was positive had been sweated out of him or worse.

"Tom didn't do anything wrong," Hancock defended, sardonically. "You... you didn't see everything I've-- we've seen him eat. It wasn't his serum that did him in. He was already dying before he even stepped foot in the a Commonwealth. We just quickened the process. Least he ain't suffering now."

"I mean, you pretty much handed him the trigger," Deacon muttered pointedly.

"Deacon! Out of line," Desdemona growled.

"And you were the gun itself," Hancock snapped. "You were planning on keeping the prototype for yourself when Geek flipped out, even though you promised him that the recon would win him favor with the Railroad. What, ripping Synths apart with his teeth was too uncouth for your little club? You're all goddamn ingrates, just letting him die like that."

"He... ate them?" Geek could tell that was Glory's voice. "I'm sorry if it sounds like I'm speaking ill of the dead, but that sounds like a sick load of karma. I... I've got a dead drop to catch."

"Can I at least take his body somewhere to give him a proper burial? He deserves better than what he's been handed him here."

By the time Geek had stood, Glory had left. The group encircled a large round drafting table in the center of the space. He approached barefoot, feeling lighter, more steady, sharper, and noted this.

"I, for one, don't think I deserved a miracle."

They looked up to find a mangled but cognizant Geek. Relief washed over Desdemona, Deacon and Hancock, while Carrington and Tom seemed nearly revolted.

"There, there wasn't much left of you the nanites didn't chew up, was there?" Tom uttered, backing up a step, uncertain whether Geek would be furious.

"I've never in my life--" Carrington cut off abruptly, attempting to regain medical tact. "How do you feel?"

Geek looked to his bare hands, then to Hancock, whom he could tell was hiding his alarm well, and shot him a smile.

"I... I actually think for the first time in years... that I'm gonna be ok."

"I suppose if you can call becoming a candy pink zombie a happy ending," Deacon snarked deadpan.

The description left Geek feeling his face in the absence of a nearby mirror of any kind. Jutting textures, and it finally sank in that his right eye was now missing.

"I guess the past 228 years finally caught up with me," he laughed. "Maybe Daisy was right after all."

"She's... often right about things," Hancock affirmed, unsure what he could be on about.

"I told her I was prewar. She pretty much told me I was either full of shit, or I was the most well-preserved ghoul she'd ever met. I knew she got the preservative part right, but." Another laugh, more genuine this time. He could hear how his trachea had warped like a straw in a too-hot beverage. "I feel fantastic. Tom, I rightly think y'saved my life. An' if it wasn't for the lot of ya, I wouldn't have even ended up here."

"The Railroad's lifesaver," Tom remarked, admiring getting respected for his innovation for once, albeit from an unexpected source. "Anytime, pink ghoul guy."

"Don't speak so soon," Carrington began, tugging at his collar like his necktie was on too tight. "You should take it easy until any side effects can be accounted for."

"The only taking it easy I wanna be doing is gettin' a bath in the river and slippin' back in my clothes, so I can get right back to work."

"We simply can't do that," Desdemona insisted. "You're a potential liability until we can determine you're of sound constitution. And the way you handled the Switchboard. Deacon tells me that was an isolated incident--I pray that's true. I respect your willingness to aid our cause, but you need to untether. You've clearly been through at least one near-death experience. You need to take care of yourself before we can safely rely on you."

Geek stiffened.

"You can rely on me to follow orders. It's the least I can do for what your people have done for me." Hancock had come over to stand on his side of the round table. "How long before you'll evaluate my entry?"

"Give it a week," Carrington weighed in, seeming most exhausted of any of them by the course of events. "I'll give you a full physical now, and again after a week, to compare your recovery. Think of it as a fitness evaluation. It was my prototype you retrieved, so your fate as an agent is in my hands. In the mean time, I demanded the full story before all of this, and I refuse to see to Tom and Deacon's mess without even knowing what is going on."

#hancock #deacon #carrington #tinker tom #desdemona #glory #geek #fallout 4 fanfic #fo4 fanfic #fo4 oc #fallout 4 oc #the purkinje effect #the railroad

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dancerwrites · 7 years ago

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where do we go from here?

**Spoilers for Episode 102 of Critical Role! (kind-of)**

Characters: Vax, Vex, Percy, Vox Machina Warnings: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Canon-Typical Violence, Major Character Death

I’m so sorry for this. @cinderpaw1 gave me ideas, and it’s all her fault, really...

Summary: What’s it like when you lose the other half of your heart?

[ao3]

Vax surveys the battlefield through watering eyes, the heat of the fireball fading around him. He sees his sister’s prone body, held as his own, only a few meters in front of him. They hadn’t been nearly as well prepared as they should have been, and it already showed with the number of Vox Machina who were incapacitated by Vecna’s spell. He sends a quick prayer to the Raven Queen for guidance, for help, and hopes that it will be enough.

Above him, Vecna speaks a single word that, even though Vax doesn’t feel its effects, still causes a prickle down his spine at the unnatural language and its ominous portents.

The prickle turns into a full-blown chill down his frozen arms and legs as Vax sees Vex’s body slump, limp, to the ground, and Vax’s necklace pulses, the red glow shining off the obsidian floor beneath his cheek. He wants to yell, but he’s still stuck in place, wings bent awkwardly and limbs non-functional.

Pike is still up, he tells himself. Pike can get to her in time.

But then Vecna immediately turns to him, and Vax feels the gaze of the luminous green eye, the gaunt skin pulling back in a menacing smile as he spoke into Vax’s mind.

“Say hello to your Mistress for me, Champion.”

A green ray of energy coalesces in the lich’s outstretched palm, and Vax closes his eyes, imagining death as he has so many times before….

But he hears Scanlan’s shout from out of nowhere-

“You know what the problem with your face is? I CAN SEE IT!”

Vax opens his eyes, and they dart to Vecna to see the outcome-

The spell is gone, the lich looking angrily out of Vax’s vision.

Vax wants to laugh and then cry a bit despite being held fast – he really has missed Scanlan.

Grog slams blow after blow into Delilah, but claws made of shadows come up out of the ground and trap him in place. Vax feels them around himself too, their cold weight against his own body, slowly sucking life away from him. Grog disappears inexplicably, and there’s so much going on, if he could just break free.

“How does it feel, Percival?” Delilah shouts, bloodied face in a twisted grin, looking toward the other side of the tower as she backs up to stand directly over his sister’s body, and he can’t move but- “To have your beloved taken away from you?”

The necklace resting against Vax’s throat beats in time with his own heart.

Her grin sets in, almost hysterical on her face, and Vax tries again to move, to push the limits of the spell, but even if he could there would be no way for him to get to her in time as Delilah’s palm glows green with the same energy Vecna’s had, and it stretches down to hit Vex’s body, limp and helpless-

And his sister’s body disintegrates into dust, leaving her armor to fall to the ground, empty.

Vax is broken out of his stunned shock by Percival’s scream, echoed by several others, and the dragon tooth at his throat pulses harder, more urgently, as if he could do something instead of lying prone while the world breaks around him, before the glow vanishes and the beating stops.

He sees Delilah’s body jerk once, twice, and Vax feels searing hot anger flow through his veins as he eggs Percy’s shots on, living vicariously through the way Delilah winces with the aftershock of Animus’ shots.

“Join your husband in the depths of Hell!” Percy yells, and Vax, the necklace pulsing at his chest, feels his whole body echo the sentiment as he sees Delilah’s head explode, gore flying behind her and splattering over the lip on the edge of the tower.

There was a moment where time seemed to slow and Delilah’s head, her leering grin still in palce, spun by the force of the blow.

(She fell slowly, almost in slow motion, her body arcing far too gracefully to the ground, and after she had fallen, Vax almost expected his sister’s body to reconstitute, to breathe again, but Delilah’s prone form lay next to Vex’s armor, the white dragon scales formerly of Vorugal’s hide caked in dirt and dust from the Shadowfell.

Nothing changed.)

Vax feels a hand on his arm and a heat course through him. He starts, whipping around to see Pike, eyes teary, looking at him sympathetically. But he doesn’t want that.

“We’re trying to get out of here,” Pike explains, and Vax feels anger pulse through him again, like his heartbeat, though the necklace had gone still.

“They’re not dead yet,” Vax growls, and he wonders if the searing force that flows through him is what Grog felt when he falls into a rage. “They need to die.”

He can hardly think as Vecna throws spells at him and around him, Pike taking a black ray of energy to the heart, the lich too far away for his daggers to be of use. Scanlan cries out, and Vax turns to see the black knight standing over Scanlan, who’s back is bloodied as he curls around Vex’s armor.

Vax throws his daggers with pinpoint accuracy, and Grog roars behind him as the knight staggers at the force of the blows. To the side, Keyleth stands, hands outstretched, obviously preparing for a Planeshift spell, and Vax’s heart feels like it might break with indecision.

Looking around, however, it’s obvious that they are, despite having more players on the field, vastly outnumbered.

The rest of the battle blurs together as Scanlan sings and Pike’s armor glows, and Vax’s body moves without his control, as if he neither can stop it nor change its course.

It takes only seconds to complete the chain required for Planeshift and Scanlan sings as the terrible sucking sensation of being teleported via magic runs through Vax, who can hardly think of anything else for one, blessed moment.

And then their feet hit grass in the Feywild and it’s almost as if the weight of the world falls on top of him as Vax collapses, fingers digging into the soft dirt beneath them. He yells, the anguished cry wrenched from his own mouth, almost unrecognizable as his pain rushes in and through him, building and building and building-

The crack of a gunshot echoes behind him, then another, and Vax, chest heaving, turns to see Percy, Animus held at the ready, taking point-blank shots into Delilah’s torso, mutilating the flesh beyond belief.

Her green eye swivels in its socket, the unnatural glow almost the same color as the grass she lays upon, and Vax thinks he might be sick.

“You promised!” he shouts instead, swallowing back bile as he screws his eyes tightly shut. “You made her a deal- you made me a deal – my life for hers, and her promise to fight for you. Don’t you dare go back on your word!”

The rush of his blood, the beat of his heart, roars through his ears, and in the blackness of his mind Vax can almost swear that he sees his sister’s body, lifeless and splintered, like glass, held together by thousands of golden threads.

Her destiny is not yours…

The voice comes to him as it always does – cryptically and without any discernable emotion – and he wants to scream at her again, to reach into the moment between life and death and pull her from it to face him.

There are so many paths to walk, my Champion, and so many purposes. There are dead-ends and crossroads, and places where the way gets too hard to get through on one’s own. I have not forsaken you, nor my promises. Be careful of your accusations, and see what time will bring.

His eyes open in an instant, and Vax looks around to see the rest of his companions spread across the field, Grog’s hand on Pike’s shoulder, both of them in tears, Percy’s gun fallen to the ground, his face screwed up in pain, Scanlan holding his sister’s armor, broom, and bow, and Keyleth, strong and steady, approaches him, kneeling down to lay a hand on his shoulder.

One sob, forced from his lungs at the contact, becomes more, violently pulled from his chest as he feels the pain of his heart being ripped in two.

And, though Keyleth gathers him into her arms, holding him as he lets himself fall apart in front of what remains of his family, Vax is not sure he can ever be whole again.

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Lena Luthor/you fic part 10

You woke up almost three hours after Lena left for work, alone and in an immense amount of pain. Your sore muscles seemed to scream with effort as you sat up and looked around the familiar bedroom. After a few seconds, you eyes landed on the pill bottle sticking out of your bag and you drug yourself to your good foot in order to retrieve it and take one of the small blue tablets. As you trudged into the bathroom on your crutches, memories of the previous night shot through your mind and you winced when you looked at the shower. God, Lena must think you’re completely weak.

After brushing your teeth and doing your best to wash your face without putting too much pressure on the bruises that mar your features, you head out into the main area of the well furnished apartment and collapsed onto Lena’s couch with a muffled string of swear words. Doing anything hurt, but you were too restless to simply lay in bed all day. After a few minutes of trying to figure out which remote would get you to Lena’s Netflix account, you laid back and prepared to binge as the pill you took earlier began releasing painkillers into your system.

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Lena couldn’t focus. She had always been at the top of her game when it came to running a business, but every time she glanced up from her desk and saw yours through the window, she thought of a million scenarios where you were somehow in danger. By 9:00, she had already snapped at two employees and accidentally sealed an envelope with the wrong contracts inside of it.

By 10:00, she had resorted to clicking a pen over and over again and bouncing her leg under the desk to try to get out the nervous energy surging through her veins. Finally, she grabbed her phone off of her desk and quickly punched in ten digits.

“Hello? Lena?”

“Kara,” the CEO bit her bottom lip and leaned back in her chair, “are you busy at the moment?”

“I just finished up an expose for Snapper; not that he’ll like it. Do you need something? Is everything okay?”

“Is there any possibility…that you could swing by my apartment and check on Y/N?”

“This is your first day back at work, huh?”

There’s understanding in Kara’s voice and Lena is overly grateful for it.

“Yeah.”

“I’ll pop over; no problem. If anything is wrong, I’ll give you a call.”

“Thank you so much,” Lena let out a long breath and with it went most of the tension she was holding in her chest. “I’ll never be able to repay me for everything you’ve done for me.”

“Buy me pot-stickers sometime and we’ll call it even.”

Lena found herself smiling slightly as the other line clicked and she hung up the phone with a bit less anxiety than she had picked it up with.

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“Y/N?” Kara knocked on the door and pulled her glasses down the bridge of her nose so that she could see into the apartment. Your form was sprawled across the couch under a blanket and your eyes were shut. The blonde put her glasses back on straight and knocked a little louder. After some shuffling inside and the click of crutches on hardwood, the door opened and despite her lingering skepticism, Kara smiled at you.

“Supergirl,” you noted in surprise. Part of you had expected to find Lillian standing there with a gun and a couple of thugs. “Let me guess; Lena sent you?”

“She called me, yeah,” Kara admitted. You shuffled to the side so that she could come in and shut the door behind her.

“Well, I’m not dead.”

“I can see that,” Kara replied. “So…how are you feeling?”

“Like shit. Shouldn’t you be out saving the world or something?”

“I’m not expecting another crisis til this evening, so I’ve got some time to kill. What are we watching?”

To your surprise, Kara marched into the living room and collapsed onto the couch where you were sitting. After a second of hesitation, you hobbled over and sat down next to her.

“Grey’s Anatomy.”

“Ooh, I love Grey’s! Everyone always says that Meredith’s little sister looks exactly like my sister, Alex.”

“Why are you being so nice?” you asked as you pressed play again. Kara frowned as if she was confused.

“What do you mean?”

“We both know that you don’t like me.”

“That’s not true! I mean,” Kara sighed and straightened her glasses, “Lena cares about you so much. She was devastated before we found you. Just because you have a bad past doesn’t mean I don’t think you can change.”

“And what if I can’t?”

The question slipped out of your mouth quietly and you averted your eyes to the screen.

“You can,” Kara offered assurance instead of a threat, which caught you off guard. You began to play with your hands as you felt yourself getting emotional. Your painkillers were starting to fade.

“Kara, I don’t know how I’m supposed to…to open up to her when her mother did all of this. She keeps trying to talk to me about it and I feel like I’m going to hurt her if I say anything.”

“Do you want to talk about it now? Maybe figure out what you want to say?” Kara suggested. You glanced away from the TV and chewed on your bottom lip.

“I don’t even know what to say,” you shrugged. “I know they sent videos to her. She saw some of what happened.”

“Yeah, she did. Y/N, I’ve been at Lillian’s mercy before. I know what she’s like; how she gets in her head.”

“She…she was pretty adamant about the fact that Lena doesn’t…doesn’t care about me. That she was just using me for sex, or something.”

“Do you honestly believe that?”

“No,” you started, “at least I don’t want to. But, Lena is herself and I’m…just some drifter.”

Lillian’s voice rings in your ears, saying the same words.

“You’re done drifting, aren’t you?”

You nodded.

“Then, that’s not true. Lillian was doing everything she could to break you down in every way possible. And, if you believe those things she told you, then she’s going to think she won.”

“You’re right,” you admitted. Kara clasped her hands together and did a little head wiggle.

“I know.”

“I feel like I should do something for her. She’s been so good to me and I know she doesn’t expect anything back, but…she deserves something.”

“Hmm,” Kara’s brow furrowed as she slipped deep into thought, “I know! You could make her dinner?”

“I’m not the best cook, but I can do breakfast food. Is that stupid?”

“No! Everyone likes breakfast!” Kara exclaimed. “This is perfect; Lena will be so surprised. I can fly to the store and get ingredients.”

“That has to be nice,” you stated with a hint of amusement. “You probably never worry about forgetting things at home.”

“Yeah, being from outer space has its perks.”

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By five, both you and Kara had watched as much Grey’s Anatomy as you could handle and she flew off and returned with bags of groceries within 20 minutes. The blonde had asked several times if you needed help with anything and after assuring her multiple times, Kara went on her way and left you to your own devices.

After managing to get everything you needed to make a less than impressive spread of eggs, toast, bacon, and pancakes, you started to feel a little woozy on your feet. Between not having eaten all day and the effects of coming down off of your medication, standing for prolonged periods of time left you a little winded and disoriented. You took a few minutes to lean back against the kitchen counter and breathed as deeply as you could without jarring your ribs too badly.

You can do this. It’s just cooking.

The two sentences repeated several times in your head and you put your weight on your crutches again. It bothered you that something so simple seemed so daunting, and you clenched your jaw in determination before turning the stove on. You had half an hour, tops, til Lena was home considering she told you she was definitely leaving the office by no later than five.

Soon enough, you had three pans sizzling on the stove and a plate of pancakes staying warm in the oven. The heat from the burners had you feeling more lightheaded than ever, but the sound of the front door opening snapped you back into focus. Lena couldn’t know that you were struggling.

“Y/N?”

“In the kitchen,” you called. Even pushing that hard with your diaphragm took your breath away. You steadied yourself on the counter and then yanked one of the pans off of the stove. Without looking, you dumped it’s contents onto a plate and felt grease scald your wrist in a few places. Lena walked into the kitchen while your face was contorted with pain.

“What are you doing out of bed?”

“I wanted to do something for you,” you explained as you flipped one of the eggs in the other pan over and spun around on your crutches as the toaster went off. Lena walked into the kitchen with wide eyes as you continued trying to grab all of the food before it burned.

“Y/N, you look like your about to—“ Lena caught you by the arm as you lost your balance for a second and took the plate of toast from your hand. You caught her gaze for a few seconds, a little ashamed at how weak you were, and then put yourself back on your good foot.

“I’m fine,” you muttered.

“This is…so sweet,” she admitted. Despite her strong need to want to do everything for you, she watched as you managed to save all of the food from burning and put it all on plates.

“Well, dig in,” you urged finally.

“Y/N, you really didn’t have to do all of this…”

“I wanted to,” you replied quickly. Your head was starting to spin again and you wished desperately for a breath of fresh air. You hobbled over to the kitchen table and took a few immensely painful deep breaths in order to clear your head. It didn’t help much. You put your crutches on the floor as gently as you could.

“Here,” Lena set a plate in front of you and then took her own seat. Your stomach still churned, but you smiled at her anyway. She looked ecstatic to see you and it did something for the incredible agony plaguing your senses.

“So,” you started weakly, “how is your new assistant?”

“Not nearly as beautiful, or smart, or wonderful as my old one.”

“So hard to find good help these days.”

“Y/N, you look pale. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you reassured her. You could barely keep your eyes open.

“Well, I’m sorry I was late—“

Lena’s voice cut off as you clutched your ribs as a tremor of pain shot through them. You were so close to losing consciousness and you were so desperate not to. The pills in the bedroom shot through your mind. You should have taken them.

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