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ilovetoxicfictionalmen · 3 years ago

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Psycho Killer

pairing: peter ballard x fem!reader

summary: reader has to deal with the consequences on what she has unleashed in hawkins lab.

warnings: blood, violence, manipulation, angst, possessiveness, controlling, dark fan fiction.

notes: this is my first tumblr post and peter ballard story lol. anyways no smut however if you do like this then let me know if you want a part two (with smut of course). purposely written with no caps. this means it’s a flashback. also i don’t properly prove read ! i hope you enjoy !

you should have waited. you were told to wait. ordered to wait for him. but here you were, taking two steps forward and one step back, terrified about what was occurring. whatever plan he was executing. the alarm wailing was what caused you to break your promise. what if peter was in danger? what if he needed you? the flickering lights and sounds of screaming over the transceiver proved you wrong. he was free from harm, which horrified you.

there was a growing endless pit in your stomach from every step you took. this couldn’t be by the hands of peter. he only wanted to set the both of you free from this prison. that’s what he told you. this barbaric disastrous in hawkins laboratory couldn’t be from him. but it was pointless, being in such denial. you had to do something, help some of these innocent people get out alive from this monster you’ve unleashed. if only you knew another way. if only you never removed the soteria from his neck. he’d still be sane. what have you done?

you creeped down the cement steps, in the dark boiler room. your heart was racing, goosebumps all over your cold skin. your eyes darted across the room, searching for him. the pipe hissed out steam which caused you to gasp lightly. you stepped back and bumped into a firm figure, it was peter. you turned back as he held his finger to his soft lips and whispered for you to be quiet. you followed his order.

“follow me” he instructed. he didn’t wait for you, because he knew you’d listen. peter knelt down before a pipeline to jerk off the metal barrier. he dropped the barrier and looked towards you with soft eyes.

“now, it’s going to be a bit scary in here. but this, this will lead you out beyond the the lab fence to the woods” peter explained to you as he stared down the dark tunnel with weak eyes. you frowned, examining the sizing of the tunnel, and then you frowned to him.

“but… you’re too big” you noted, your stomach felt heavy as you waited for him to look back to you. it made you feel so much more anxious.

you would fit, just. it’d take some time to crawl out into the woods. but you didn’t want to go without him, you couldn’t go without him. this was meant to be a plan for you to escape together. there’s a slim chance you’d be able to survive, let alone escape without him.

slowly, he looked back towards you. he straightened his back and grabbed ahold of your cold hands. he felt so warm, it made you feel even weaker. his head tilted slightly as he looked for his words.

“i’m not going with you y/n” he confessed. you blinked back your tears. he leant in closer to you. “i meant what i said, when i called this place a prison. and everyone here is a prisoner, not just you. not just your brothers and sisters, but the guards too, the nurses” peter explained to you. his long fingers traced circles over the palms of your hands. you looked down to focus on his hands, it gave you comfort. “me” he finished. you looked back up to him, confused and lost. “look” he requested as he let go of your hands

peter tilted his head down to the left and held back his hair, exposing his neck. he grabbed your hand and placed it over his neck. “can you feel it?” he asked you as your finger traced over a small, firm, moveable bump in his neck. “your papa calls it soteria” he explained to you. he pushed your hand back, but still held onto it as he looked back to you. “it weakens me. it tracks me. even if there were another way out, he will find me. and if he finds me, he will find you” peter made clear.

you paused. blinking back the tears until you found your voice again. “what if i… took it away from you?” peter cocked an eyebrow to you as he waited for you to continue. his eyes were wide, and you weren’t sure if he was eager or scared for your next choice of words. “i can’t make it without you. i don’t want to make it without you. i-” you halted, unaware on if you wanted to say such nonsense.

peter squeezed your hands. “it’s okay, you can tell me” he assured you. it calmed you enough to feel ease in your throat again.

“i have feelings for you- i think that i love you. i don’t know what else this feeling could be” you admitted. he gave you a small smile as you two admired one another.

peter had lied to you. he manipulated you into setting him free. all of this disaster is your fault, and yours alone. you felt so used, so heartbroken. you loved him, you still love him. but this wasn’t peter, this was a sinister.

you should have noticed the subtle insanity in his expression once you had removed the soteria. the silence he had as he examined it. if only you paid attention to what he whispered. that evil grin would have explained everything to you.

you only thought he was protecting you, when he killed those guards. you didn’t know he wanted to hurt them. they wanted to hurt you, and him as well. you would have never seen him again, dr brenner would had banished one of you. he reassured your safety and protection when he showed you his tattoo. you two were alike, you were both unique and special. it was as if you were made for one another. it felt like it was destiny.

he cared for you, he wanted you to stay safe as he found a way out for you guys. he didn’t kiss you before he abruptly left, and at the time you had wished he had. you thought he would have. so now you weren’t sure what his true intentions are. what he had planned for you after this massacre. he was too powerful to defeat but you had hope, maybe you could convince him out of this before it was too late. maybe you could save the other children before he gets to them.

you gasped as you saw papa unconscious on the ground in a testing room. the door was ripped off the hinge. you were too frightened to see if he was still alive. as you turned, you saw an orderly with his eyes gouged out sitting against the tiled walls. you skipped a breath as you hesitated to continue on. you wished you hadn’t, but there was no turning back now. you saw the bodies of the children, all with their eyes gouged out as well. you were too late. you ran from the gruesome scenes, unaware of where to go now. but they only continued. there was blood everywhere. death was following you. the screams echoed the halls, and the blood printed on your mind.

you were on the verge of a panic attack. this was all your fault. your breathing was rough and your eyes kept squinting at every turn, fresh blood splattered everywhere. your heart was pounding to the point that you were convinced that it would snap open a part of your ribcage. you heard screams coming from the rainbow room and you weren’t sure if you had it in you to go in.

but what peter was doing was pure evil. you couldn’t stand by and allow such wickedness, knowing that you are the cause of this. a rush of adrenaline flown through you as you pushed open the doors. you stepped in to become frozen in fear.

peter stood tall with his back towards you, his hand raised into the air, his eyes had rolled to the back of his skull. there was blood splattered across his white uniform. but that wasn’t what petrified you, it was eleven’s small shaking body hanging in the air, her bones were snapped as her eyes bleed out. a soft groan was her final breathe as peter dropped her lifeless to the ground. there was dead bodies of the children everywhere. all of them had the same fatality. peter stood there, his breathing pushing his chest in and out. you shrieked at the horror, your back pressed against the doors now. peter spun around to you within a blink of the eye.

“i told you to wait” peter growled at you. he looked furious with you, for disobeying a simple order. it would have been better if you stayed in the closet. he knew how overwhelmed you’d become, how frightening this would be for you. he wanted to protect you from this.

he took a large step towards you. your hand gripped onto the door handle. he paused, an eyebrow now cocked towards you. he waited for your next move. your flight or fight mode kicked in. you bolted out of the rainbow room. peter only watched you scatter for your life. you missed his expression mixed with anger and disappointment.

you cried as you ran down the blood filled halls. tears streamed down your flustered cheeks as you couldn’t notice how breathless you were. you leaped over the body of a dead guard, but you slipped over a hidden pool of blood. you hissed as your hip crashed into the wall. you groaned as you tried to pull yourself up. you looked down the hall, your eyes widened as you saw peter striding towards you, wrath in his blue eyes. his hand swiped across the air, throwing the dead bodies in the hall to the side.

you shrieked again as you forced your injured body up. you rushed to the boiler room, it was your only chance of escape now. you scurried down the stairs and searched for the pipeline. dropping to your knees, you sprung yourself into the rusting, tight tunnel. however, firm hands gripped onto either side of your hips which caused you to cry out. you’re yanked out of the pipe and peter viciously let’s go of your frail body. you slid on the cement, adding to your pain.

“why are you trying to run from me?” peter spat out. but you were too scared to respond. your body curled up into a ball. that didn’t please peter. he scrunched his hand, which caused a force to push you towards him. he grabbed ahold of your arms roughly and glared down towards you. his looks could have killed you.

“peter… please this- this isn’t-”

“peter isn’t real sweetheart” you were cut off by peter. that evil grin was back.

“i don’t understand” you cried out, confused and scared.

his expression softened as he thought with logic instead of emotion. his grip loosened as he observed how distressed you were. he lowered you to your knees, you sunk below him. he brushed his hand through your knotted hair. you looked up to him with broken eyes, tears still dripping down your cheeks. peter squatted besides you and wiped away your tears with the back of his hand.

“a story set for another time. your brain has had too much to comprehend today i think” he gave you a small smile as he tapped your forehead. you flinched at the tap. “why do you cry for them y/n? after everything they did to you. you think you need them but you don’t. you only need me…” he spoke softly to you now, the back of his hand gently touched your heated cheek.

it sent a shiver down your spine. it was so soft but firm at the same time. it felt like it was a threat instead of a notion. his touch felt stone cold now, it was irritating you but you wouldn’t dare to pull away.

“they’re just children” you whispered. peter scoffed as a response.

“they were merely gadflies. an embarrassment of my fabrication. i gave them mercy” peter responded, emotionless.

“are you going to kill me now?” you asked as you moved your gaze to the cement ground. you had already accepted your fate, but now you weren’t sure if he was going to go through with it now.

peter frowned and forced you to look back to him. your chin was caught between his fingers. he read your eyes for what felt like hours. a chuckle left his lips, you gave him a bemused look. “sometimes i wonder how you’re so naive…” he admitted with an eased shrug of the shoulders. he continued on, “why would i commit such act? do you believe that i had deceived you of my fondness towards you?” peter questioned her.

“my feelings for you are stronger than i can express y/n”.

“do you?” peter asked again. you shook your head quickly. peter smiled to you and nodded his head. “good, are you still fond of me?” he replied.

was this a trick question? you weren’t sure how to respond. peter gritted his teeth, which motivated you to answer him. “yes” you answered honestly. he smiled once more.

“that’s very good” he answered. “however… i do not tolerate disobedience” peter brought up, you stared at him with unease.

“i’m sorry” you apologised instantly. but it’s not enough, you should know that.

“that won’t cut it” he sighed. peter stood back up to his feet and brushed his bloody hand through his blonde hair. he looked down towards you. your eyes briefly looked over his lower region. by the time you had set your sight on his eyes, he was smirking to you. “but it’s okay… we have all the time in the world now” he pointed out. “stand up y/n” he commanded.

you hissed in pain as you forced yourself to stand before him. peter placed his palm against your cheek. instantly you felt tired and dizzy. it was a struggle to keep your eyes open. you fell into his arms, he held onto your tightly, as he watched you like a hawk. through your blurred vision, you could still see that evil grin of the man that you still loved.

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tracybirds · 4 years ago

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Bad Things Happen Bingo #2 Virgil + Hearing Loss

for @fictivekaleidoscope (EVIL!! EVIL THAT WAS!!) Had to get it out of the way early or my heart would have gotten all cowardly xD

What it says on the tin, so hope you enjoy it!

Edit: hi, my brain is tired, I must also shout out @gumnut-logic for helping me with the ending and reading things through

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The door at the end of the corridor was all the mattered. John is telling him to move, his voice getting sharper and sharper, the intervals between that same instruction being issued getting shorter and shorter. As though he was simply ignoring that one simple direction.

If he had focus to spare, he’d be yelling right back at his brother. He’s running already, he can see the display in his helmet just as clearly as John can. The hydrogen level is rising. The fire is getting closer.

He doesn’t intend to be in the room when they meet.

Steam is hissing from the pipelines, and he lifts his gloved hand to wipe away the condensation. He can’t get at the sweat, dripping down his nose. He can’t escape the heat.

He’s lifted off his feet before he registers the sound, the shockwave blowing through the building.

A sharp crack and the display in front his eyes flickers and dies. His breath quickens, making the most of the oxygen spilling out between the polymer seal in his helmet.

A wave of dizziness keeps him on his knees even as he spots the fire on the ceiling above him.

The pressure is building, his ears screaming against the change in equilibrium.

Virgil has just enough time to recognise the danger and pull himself into a protective ball when the second explosion hits.

Heat seeps into his helmet, the rest of his body strangely cool in a room filled with orange and yellow flame.

He can hear all his brothers now, indistinct as the pain in his ears flares.

It’s the last thing he hears.

Yellow and orange fade to black.

***

Awareness returned with a ringing nausea. Virgil could just make out the strains of muffled conversation bleeding into his consciousness. Blearily, he tried to open his eyes and a deep groan escaped him. He could feel a frown forming even as he shifted to find a more comfortable position.

Something felt off. Beyond the way the ground had changed from hard concrete to soft mattress. Beyond the way his head protested at the slightest movement. His senses were too dulled by exhaustion to work out what had changed.

A hand lightly touched his arm and he flinched away, eyes flying open to see a room filled with harsh sunlight. A silhouette sat next to him and the muted words seemed to take on a more urgent tone.

He peered at the figure, and Scott swam into view, his eyes drawn together in a frown.

“Hey, Scott,” whispered Virgil, the sound getting lost on the way.

Scott made no reply, only frowned more deeply, and Virgil felt his attention start to wander. He didn’t recognise his surroundings, not warm enough for the island and not sterile enough for a hospital.

A sharp tap against his shoulder drew his eyes back to his brother. His lips were moving and Virgil stared at them, trying to blink back the fuzzy feeling in his head.

Scott shook his head, the frustration evident in his sharp actions.

Virgil closed his eyes, struggling to comprehend what he was trying to communicate.

Too soon, he thought. He was rapidly sinking under a wave of exhaustion and the persistent buzzing was starting to wrap around his head in a dizzying manner.

A gentle pat pulled his eyes open one last time and he smiled dopily at his brother’s worried face as he slipped back into unconsciousness.

***

His awareness slowly returned to the sight of silent moonlight spilling over the covers. Every part of him ached and he had vague memories of being thrown across a room. His breath felt tight in his lungs, but worse than that was the dial tone ring that accompanied his every waking moment thus far.

It was starting to get annoying.

“Oh, hey, Virgil,” came a slurring voice out of the dark.

A shadow leaned across the bed, and he scrambled away, unsure of who was in the room with him.

“Hey, hey,” said the voice again, slightly louder now. “It’s me, it’s Gordon.”

The light at his bed clicked on and he stared wild-eyed at his younger brother.

The motion had done little to help his cause, and the buzzy sentences were starting to overlap like two people speaking over each other, arguing and pushing against his own frustration that the world didn’t sound right.

And he still felt sick.

“Wha’ happened?” he rasped, releasing the covers from his grip.

Gordon’s response was rapid, seeming to slice right through him as he tried to untangle the start of the sentence from the end.

“Double explosion.”

Virgil closed his eyes from the effort, no longer interested in the rest of the sentence he had missed.

“I feel it,” he mumbled. He brought a hand to his face and winced as he prodded a strange, goopy substance.

“Yeah, let’s leave that,” said Gordon, pulling Virgil’s hand away. “You want that where it is.”

Virgil stared at his brother, concentrating on the sounds.

“Your voice is weird.”

Gordon’s perpetual smile dropped and his eyes grew tight.

“Yeah?” he said, slowly and clearly over that incessant buzz. “Tell me how, big guy.”

Virgil slowly rocked his head back and forth.

“You’re all muffled. And the timing’s off.” He stared at Gordon, expression pleading. “Keep talking.”

Gordon’s lips quirked, but he obliged without question. Virgil couldn’t make out the content, already his attempts to process the sounds were wearing on him, but he needed to know what had changed. There was a reason he’d mistaken his brother for a stranger. There was a reason his brother sounded like a conversation with a meaning just beyond his reach.

“I can’t hear it,” he snarled, shaking his head.

Instead of replying, Gordon grabbed a tablet and began to type.

Virgil stared at him, emotions welling up within. Gratitude that his brother had noticed his distress warred against the hateful feeling of helplessness, that things might have forever changed.

The tablet made it too real.

You ruptured both your eardrums. Grandma says they can run tests tomorrow. Your brain scan was registering some weird stuff. No need for hospital, so Lady P offered a room.

Virgil read the text in silence. The frustration that had so freely bubbled up only moments before faded away, leaving only exhaustion.

There was one more thing he needed to know before he would allow himself to rest easy.

“Why here?”

Gordon shrugged.

“In case we needed to launch.”

His brain offered up the sound he’d stopped registering, hearing it in his memory as if for the first time. He inhaled sharply, squeezing his eyes shut at the phantom pain.

“Aw crap, Virg, hang on.”

Gordon ducked into the ensuite and returned with a damp flannel. Virgil took it gratefully and cradled it around his ear, warmth chasing away the steady ache.

He could feel himself relaxing, sinking down into sleep once more.

“Yeah, go to sleep, V,” said Gordon, settling into the chair next to his brother’s bed. “I’ll see you on the other side.”

***

He was pretty sure it was the incessant talking that woke him next.

He rolled over, dragging the covers with him in the hopes his family would get the hint that he was still firmly asleep.

There was to be no such luck as Alan pulled the covers back with a blinding smile.

“Virgil! You’re awake!”

The response in the room was deafening, the sounds overwhelming as they all tried to grab at his attention. The ringing increased, syllables overlapped and all the while Virgil’s brain tried to sort through the mess of sound, to try snatch any kind of meaning from the burst of chatter. But no matter where he turned, only a jumble of noise was left behind.

It would be easy to lose himself, he thought, watching his brothers pile words upon words on top of each other. The world had turned into a foreign soundscape, muffled calls, sentences slurring and sliding into each other, and dissonant voices he could no longer align with his memories.

“Boys! Enough!”

Sharp and discordant in a way that tugged on his ear, Grandma Tracy cut clear through the cacophony. The buoyant white noise subsided until he was left with just one sound. He was ready to gouge out his inner ear than continue to deal with that particular annoyance.

He didn’t catch what was said, still unused to the energy required to partake in conversation, but he watched his brothers leave without protest.

Grandma’s cool hand brushed against his flushed cheeks and she smiled softly.

“Now,” she said. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Virgil knew that fever was setting in, knew that the ache deep in his bones told a tale of injuries more serious than ruptured eardrums, but he saw his Grandma and his defences fell to their knees as she brushed the hair away from his forehead.

“Grandma, I can’t hear right.”

“I know, hon,” she soothed. “Your left ear’s got an infection, we couldn’t keep it out. There’s a course of antibiotics waiting for you and it’ll come back, right as rain.”

“The world…” His breath caught in his chest. “The world sounds wrong.”

He wouldn’t cry, not here, not now. Not over this.

“Tell me how, sweetheart.” Her fingers ghosted over his skin. “It’s okay, just tell me.”

The tears pricked against his eyelids.

“You don’t sound like you should. Like there’s two of you talking.”

“That can happen, that’s your ear infection messing with your sound perception.”

“Everything’s making the wrong sound. I can’t hear the pitch anymore.”

Virgil sucked in a breath and bolted upright, staring at Grandma Tracy in terror.

“Grandma, I won’t be able to play.”

Her steady hands found their way back to his cheeks and she pulled him close, careful to avoid the burns across his face.

“You will when you’re better,” she said, slowly and clearly, making certain he couldn’t mistake her meaning. “There’s been no damage to your inner ear, it’s not going to be permanent.”

He relaxed against her, folding into the hug.

“You’re sure?”

“Absolutely.”

She smiled softly as he sank back into the pillows, before straightening in her chair, eyes firm as she looked him over.

“Anything else to tell me?”

Virgil shook his head.

“Sore. Tired. The usual.”

“Good,” she said, patting his shoulder. “This could have been a lot worse. In a few weeks, your ears should be healed and you can go home to work through the duty checks.”

Virgil smiled weakly. He didn’t want to sit around listlessly, with sounds blurring together and two-toned. He wanted to be up and moving, impatient for health and the world vibrant again.

Grandma Tracy leaned forward, and her lips moved with a murmur that couldn’t penetrate his ears.

He’d heard it enough times that it didn’t matter. His brain conjured the sound in her place and lulled him to sleep. At least he could still hear in his dreams.

***

The days went by and Virgil could stay awake for longer and longer periods. The antibiotics took care of the infection and the overlapping voices that had plagued his hearing. The tinnitus faded to almost nothing following a visit to a specialist who had patched his eardrums. Even his bruises had yellowed and started to fade.

“You’re sure you’re up for this?” asked Scott, hovering anxiously. “You’re meant to be resting.”

“I’ve rested plenty,” said Virgil. “I’m fine, a short walk won’t kill me.”

“Yeah, but if your not, it’ll be my head Grandma come after.”

“Stop worrying and help me tie my damn shoes.”

“Sure,” muttered Scott. “Can’t even reach down to tie his shoelaces, but no, Virgil Tracy is fine, just peachy.”

Virgil kicked him.

“I liked you better when I couldn’t hear you.”

“Not like it matters, seeing as you ignore me either way,” shot Scott back at him. “You ready?”

Virgil nodded, grasping the offered hand and hauling himself upright.

They walked in silence for the most part, no need for words between them. With no chatter in his ears, Virgil could focus on why he’d needed to get outside – he’d needed this. Needed to feel fresh air on his skin, to feel the warmth of the sun sink into his bones. To hear the birds chirping their songs.

He stopped and grabbed at Scott’s arm.

“Do you hear that?” he whispered, hardly daring to interrupt the joyous sound.

“Hear what?” Scott jumped to attention, slipping in front of his brother and eyes roaming the garden.

“The birds, Scott. I can hear the birds.”

“Oh,” said Scott, relaxing. “Yeah, man, I can hear them too.”

Virgil closed his eyes and listened, a smile creeping up from the hope blooming in his heart.

Scott grinned as he watched, his own spirits lifting with his brother’s discovery.

“I guess you’ll be able to hear the mouse in your room now too.”

He opened one eye and glared at his brother.

Scott’s lips curled just a fraction.

Virgil shoved him off the path.

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probably-writing-x · 5 years ago

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Re-centre

Tom Holland x Reader

Not my gif

My requests are open if you have any ideas <3

“Come on Tom don’t be ridiculous!” You match his volume, “I had every right to be annoyed. We’d planned this thing for weeks!”

“I don’t know what you want me to say, (Y/n)!” He continues to defend, “I’ve had a busy schedule with everything going on and it just slipped my mind. I can’t change that.”

“I reminded you that morning!” You point out, “And it’s not like you were doing something you couldn’t get out of. Drinks with the boys? You can do that anytime!”

The derivative of this argument had stemmed from Tom missing an important evening you were supposed to be attending for your business. He knew you’d been terrified about it for weeks and you’d been prepping to meet all of these important business figures since you’d first been invited. You wanted him by your side. Instead, he’d supposedly forgotten and gone out with the boys for drinks instead. Sure, he had been busy recently. He’d been doing a bunch of press for Onward and had only recently finished up with Cherry, whilst also juggling a few new projects that seemed to be in the pipeline. But you’d asked for one night. And you didn’t expect that to be so hard for him.

In fact, the two of you had been arguing a lot recently. Ever since you’d moved into this flat together, you’d been at it like an old married couple. You hadn’t done the dishes? Argument. He’d forgotten to get the groceries you’d asked for? Argument. You came back late from work and hardly saw him? Argument. Day after day, the blissful couple managed to sink further and further into the stage they never wanted to get to.

“Really? Because on top of work, and travelling and everything, I hardly get to see them anymore,” He comments, running a hand through his hair, “I just thought I’d have one night to enjoy myself.”

“I wanted you to be there Tom,” You sigh, “I was terrified. Do you know how humiliating it is to be talking to investors and have them question why the seat beside me was empty at dinner?”

He swallows and you watch as his Adam’s Apple bobs prominently, “It wouldn’t have made a difference to their opinion of you if I was there or not.”

You scoff, “Right, Tom,” You fold your arms like you’re closing him off from you, “But it would’ve made a difference to me. I wanted my boyfriend to be there to support me. But I guess not.”

That silences him. All of his arguments to defend himself seem to fall flat.

“You have to be at the studio for interviews in an hour, you should probably leave now,” You comment coldly, hardly glancing up from the floorboards as you speak, “I’ll see you later.”

He doesn’t have it in him to find the right words to respond with. Instead, he watches you walk into the room that you shared in this apartment before he finally drops his hope and packs up his things to leave. As he left, all he could think about was how much he’d held you in that room. How many times had the two of you shared a bed? Without him falling asleep on the sofa, or in a hotel halfway across the world. Without an argument meaning you turned your backs to each other after a hasty good night. All he could think of was wrapping his arms around you tightly and promising you that you’d wake up with them still tight around your torso. He’d give you a morning kiss and ask to stay with you like that forever, until life dragged you to your separate callings.

- - - - - -

He’s already been asked if he’s okay four times since he got here - all by different people. They all said that he didn’t seem like himself but he’d dismissed it as fatigue quickly. Chris seemed the most concerned as they both got their microphones connected for the interviews.

“You good, buddy?” Chris frowns, watching Tom like he was a brother to him whilst Tom blanks out.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Tom nods encouragingly, trying to force himself back to normal.

“You know we don’t have to go ahead if you’re not comfortable,” Chris points out, “I’ll do them alone if you-“

“Honestly man, I’m good, let’s go,” Tom shakes it off, heading out through to the first interview of the day.

These days were always pretty long - interview after interview that always seemed to hold similar questions or set ups. But you always managed to brighten them. You’d send him a text to check he’d got there okay, or you’d sent him a voice note to update him on your day so far. Especially recently as the two of you had moved into your apartment. His phone would normally be buzzing a thousand times as you sent him different photos of cute furniture that you’d managed to find. Today, he hadn’t heard anything.

He knew he was in the wrong about this whole situation with you. You were completely right to want him to be there with you. You’d always done the same for him - press events, charity nights, premieres. You’d been by his side for all of his major moments. And he’d managed to slip up on the one night where it mattered. He knew that this would matter more to you than if he’d missed your birthday, an anniversary, even a meal with your family. Your career? That was always a big thing for you, and so was having Tom there to support. So yeah, he’d fucked up. And he’d made things worse by being too proud to admit it.

“And what about you Tom?” The interviewer continues, focusing his attention on the boy that was hardly in the room.

“Oh, I’m sorry, could you repeat the question?”

- - - - - -

“Man, what’s with you today?” Chris frowns, “I don’t wanna be rude but you’re really not with it today.”

Tom sighs and rubs a hand over his face, “Just been a bit of a long day.”

“Well, we’ve got three left,” Chris encourages, “I’ll be my wonderful self and you can sit back and look pretty.”

Tom tries to laugh but it falls flat against the weight on his chest. He wanted to be home. He wanted to find a thousand ways of making this up to you so he could tell you once and for all that he would change and that he was wrong. Every passing moment increased his fears that, this time, he’d be too late.

“Alright so, a lot of fans sent in questions for this interview,” The woman explains, Tom hadn’t been alert enough to catch her name, “Chris, what was your favourite thing about working on this film?”

Chris chats away naturally going through his answer, making some sort of joke that Tom forces a laugh at.

“And Tom, a lot of questions came in for you,” The interviewer smiles, “How have things been for you and (Y/n) now that you guys have moved in together?”

His eyes fall at the mention of your name, trying his best to muster any composure he can find before he looks back up, “Um,” He stops.

It felt like everyone’s eyes were on him. The useless boyfriend acting as though everything had to be fine.

“Things are going great, thank you,” He tries to readjust in his chair and smile, “We’re settling in well.”

“And she’s been very busy with her business recently,” The interviewer persists relentlessly, “You guys must be so busy! How has that worked?”

Tom feels himself fight against the quivering of his bottom lip, “I’m sorry, excuse me.”

“Tom?” Chris speaks up, frowning at the sudden change in demeanour.

“I have to go,” Tom stumbles quickly, “I’m so sorry.”

The interviewer seems practically dumbfounded.

“I’m sorry, excuse me,” Tom tries to de-tangle himself from the microphone and step through the maze of cameras and crew around them.

His assistant watches on in horror - this would be a hard one to explain!

But Tom would deal with all of that later. He gets himself out of the room with rapid breathing as he starts hurrying down the corridors to try and get out of the building. To get home to you.

- - - - - -

He’s practically trembling on the taxi journey all the way back to the flat - he’s convincing himself of every possible negative outcome and telling himself a million times that it’s too late to rectify what he’s done. The thought alone causes adrenaline to surge through him.

When the cab pulls up outside of your building, he rushes to the penthouse like there’s fire behind his feet. But as soon as he reaches the door? All of that comes crashing down. And there’s an odd solemn nature that falls over him that he can’t manage to shift.

There’s soft music playing from inside the flat and he’s cautious as he unlocks the door. It’s quiet and calm but he’s certain that the aftermath of a storm is always worse than the storm itself. You’re always awaiting the next.

Tom walks through the flat calmly until he reaches the spare room. The two of you had used it as a very jumbled place for storage since you’d moved in and never really got round to organising. Clearly today you’d set that task for yourself.

“Hey,” He begins softly and it instantly makes you jump.

You hadn’t heard him over the music.

“What are you doing home?” You frown, checking the time, “I thought it wasn’t supposed to be for at least another hour.”

“Yeah I know,” Tom scratches at the back of his neck, “I left early.”

You frown once again, “What happened? Was everything okay?” You pause the song and focus solely on him.

“Um, yeah, listen (Y/n)...” He pauses, glancing over at the photo album in your hands, “What are you doing?”

“Just looking through some old photos,” You tuck some stray hairs behind your ears and it pains you that it’s not his hand to make the movement, “I got a bit distracted from clearing out.”

“Can I join you?”

You shift around on the floor to make room for him beside you and, as he’d asked, he comes to sit cross legged on the carpet next to you.

“Oh my god!” Tom picks up a photo from the floor, “This was from Halloween, what like 3 years ago?”

“Yeah,” You smile, “The avengers idea!”

Your eyes glance over the group of you - you were Black Widow, Tom was Hawkeye, Tuwaine: the Hulk, Harrison: Captain America, Harry was Iron Man and Sam was Thor. You’d never been so proud of yourselves when the idea actually came off well.

“Why didn’t you go as Spider-Man?” You frown, looking at another photo of the night.

He laughs, “We said we’d go as the original group!”

The laughter settles as you move onto another one, the two of you on your first holiday together. Tom had taken you to Barcelona for your birthday and it had been the most under planned trips ever. The hotel ended up misbooking you so you had to find somewhere last minute, your flights got mixed up too and Tom forgot to book the restaurant that he’d been planning for your actual birthday evening. But it couldn’t have been more perfect. You spent the evenings hand in hand around the streets, you found quaint little corner shops and cafes that sufficed to make the entire weekend something you’d never forget.

“God, I really fucked up with that one!” Tom shakes his head, flicking through a few failed photos that an old couple had taken of you two.

“No, don’t be silly,” You defend, “It was beautiful.”

He smiles lightly and the two of you immerse yourself in more photos, organising them into the years of memories that you’d made together over your relationship. You slot the final photo into an album and set it into the box with the others - one for each year.

“(Y/n) I’m really sorry,” Tom begins, evidently returning back to his initial reasoning for coming home, “I didn’t mean to miss that event, and I know it was completely stupid of me to forget. I should’ve spoken to you and told you what I was doing. And if I’d have remembered, I would’ve been there with you.”

You look down at your hands in your lap.

“I know I can’t blame this on my forgetfulness or just act like this was a silly, forgettable mistake, because it wasn’t. Darling, you’ve always been there for me, every event, every premiere, everything- you’re always by my side. And, on one night where I should’ve been doing the same, I was ignorant and didn’t think of you as much as I should’ve done. As much as I should always do,” He sighs, the frown between his brows increasing, “You don’t deserve to be treated like that. God, if I’d have been there, I would’ve been proud beyond belief of you, of everything you’re achieving. You melt my heart with how unbelievably proud you make me and it kills me that I didn’t show you that when I should’ve done.”

You reach over and squeeze his hand, “Tom, we’ll keep going around in circles if we keep talking about this.”

His mouth parts and it’s like you see his heart sink, “What are you saying?”

“Dance with me,” You mumble, reaching over to play the music through the speakers once again.

It’s ‘Falling’ from Harry Styles’ album that starts playing and it seems awfully bittersweet for the moment. It doesn’t exactly fit but you don’t care.

You pull Toms hands and wrap your arms around him as he does the same to you. He’s uncertain at first but soon relaxes into your body being against him. He holds you close and lets your head hear the calming beat of his heart against his chest. You take in a shaky breath and feel like you’re holding him close enough to mold him back into you, into every part of your body and your mind.

“I love you,” Tom whispers against your hair, dipping his head down to bring the words as close to you as possible.

It feels like the first time in forever where he says those words and they really sink into your veins like they did when they’d first left his lips.

And, somehow, it brings you back to everything that had ever mattered. Something you’d managed to almost lose. Us.

“I don’t want to lose this.”

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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You’re not him; Jack Kline x reader

*Author’s note*

Okay so SPOILER ALERT!!!! IF YOU HAVEN’T WATCHED THE PREMIERE EPISODE OF SPN THEN STOP RIGHT HERE AND GO WATCH IT BEFORE READING THIS FIC!!! If you have seen the episode then you can stay, so if you don’t want to be spoiled PLEASE. LEAVE. NOW!!

So warning wise it’s the typical SPN warning; swearing, violence, zombies, ghosts, and there is a scene with kissing w/o consent (ALWAYS ASK BEFORE KISSING OR TOUCHING SOMEONE. CONSENT IS POWER!!) other than that, not really anything else. Hope you all enjoy this fic :)

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@psychosupernatural

@plethora-of-things

@ixchel-9275

@waddles03

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Well we were screwed….no I don’t even think screwed is even the right word I would use right now. Here we are trapped like rats in a crypt with a bunch of possessed zombies trying to break down the door. As my brothers and Cas were trying to figure a way out of this place or how to stop those—things outside, I was on the ground touching Jack’s cheek.

Thanks to the bastard Chuck, Jack’s forever gone. His eyes burned out and I knew that there was no coming back from that. This was all too much for me. Jack didn’t deserve something like this, no one did. Not Pamela, not Kevin, and certainly not Jack.

“Jack—” I muttered as I leaned my forehead against his chest. Why must everything bad happen to those we care about? Just shortly before Lucifer stole Jack’s grace, the two of us admitted to each other while we were stuck in Apocalypse world with Mary that we started developing feelings for each other.

While he was fully human, I taught him the basic necessities on how to stay alive. And from there we just—kinda grew closer to each other. Even when he burned out his soul, he somehow made me still believe that he was in love with me.

Now he’s gone.

Suddenly I began to hear something. Something from within the walls. As my brothers kept arguing with each other, I pressed my ear to the wall.

“(Y/n)? (N/n).” Dean said.

“Guys I—I think there’s a pipeline in here.”

“Probably a sewage line.” Both Sam and Dean came up and Sam helped me stand back up while both he and Dean removed the concrete slab to reveal the brick structure underneath. Using the iron pick they chipped away at the brick wall but suddenly coming out was a possessed corpse.

I jumped back screaming. God I hate it when those things do that. Cas then picked up the concrete slab and slammed it right on top of the corpse which killed it but the ghost that had it possessed took off flying.

“God I hate it when that happens!”

“You’ve been doing this since you were ten, how does that still scare you?” asked Dean.

“Hey give me a wendigo, vamp, werewolf, leviathan, whatever any day. But having something that just pops out, especially when they look like they’re from the Thriller music video, forget it!”

“Well so much for your pipe theory, now what do we do?”

“Hello.” No. It—it can’t be. We all turned around and there stood Jack alive!

My heart stopped and I froze like a deer in headlight.

“Jack? You’re alive?” Sam asked in disbelief. It can’t be, it just can’t be. Please anyone but god tell me this is a joke.

“That’s not Jack. It’s a demon.” Cas said. At that point, I was enraged. Okay making my older brother into one, and forcing my big brother into being the vessel of the devil himself is one thing, but no I repeat no demon should ever, ever possess Jack’s body.

“What?”

“Yeah.” The demon said using Jack’s voice. “Sorry about that.” he shrugged nonchalantly.

“How in the hell—”

“Look I just got here and I needed a body so—”

“So you are a demon.” Sam asked to confirm this was a demon and not one of those spirits that came out of hell.

“Yeah. I would do the whole eyes thing but—no eyes.” He then walked over towards my bag and pulled out the sunglasses he and I once bought for him when he and I had some downtime together a few months back before we hung out with those teens we saved from the psycho serial killer clown.

“Put those down!” I snapped. Of course he ignored me and put the shades over his eyes and he said.

“Sorry but I gotta blend in.”

“Get out of him!” Cas sneered.

“Look I know it’s weird. Okay where do I start? Like the first day of school. Hi, uhh my name’s Belphegor I—” I snapped as I trudged up towards him, gripped him by the throat and pinned him against the wall holding my demon blade.

“Get. Out of him!”

“Ooo wow kitty’s got claws. I like that in a woman. I would wink but like I said—no eyes.”

“I’m not gonna ask you again you son of a bitch!”

“Look, hey I can get you out of here. I can help.”

“(Y/n).” Dean said to me trying to get me to get off this demon possessing my boyfriend’s corpse.

“No, I’m with (y/n) on this. He’s an abomination!” Cas said as he came up over my shoulder.

“You’re an abomination with that stupid, dumb trench coat.” I pressed the blade closer to the demon’s neck and I snarled at him.

“You don’t get to talk to him!”

“(Y/n) hey, hey okay back off! Back up!” Dean said as he came up and forced me off the demon.

“He’s defiling his corpse Dean! And you’re acting like you don’t even give a shit! What if this were Mary, huh?!”

“Hey listen to me She-wolf. Jack’s gone! Okay I know you don’t want to admit it yet but your boyfriend’s gone! Now I say we just listen to what he has to say, and if we don’t like it. Then you and Cas can stab him.”

“(Y/n),” Sam’s voice spoke up softly. I turned towards him and he agreed with Dean. “He’s right. We need to get out of here.” I forced myself out of Dean’s grip and walked away and faced the wall.

“Whew, feisty. She available?”

“Hey focus back to right here!” Dean snapped.

“Right. Look I’m not a crossroads demon or one of those black eyed ones that ooze slime to take out virgins or puppies or—virgin puppies. I like my job, I check in a soul, torment it. Repeat. Simple basic eternity to eternity job. You want all those bad guys back where they came from right? Me too. I mean—we’re like twinses guys.”

“We are not twinses!” Cas snarled.

“Can you fix this?” asked Sam gesturing towards outside.

“Umm no. but I can get you out of here.”

“How?” asked Dean.

“A little spell. You know nothing major.” God he was such a pain in the ass with his cycling of nonchalant teasing. “See a little graveyard dirt, and some uhh angel blood.”

“Cas.” I turned and watched as Cas reluctantly cut his palm with his angel blade and allowed some blood to flow into the demon’s hand.

“Oh wait, one more thing; I also need a lock of hair from a beautiful girl.” Oh hell no!

“You’re making that part up.” Cas stated.

“Actually I’m not. I need the hair otherwise it won’t work.” I walked up to him and Cas said.

“(Y/n) wait, you don’t have to do it. You know he’s lying.”

“Cas I don’t like it as much as you do but—what if he is telling the truth?” he and I looked at each other before I walked right up to the demon possessing my boyfriend’s body. He gave me Jack’s famed grin that once made me flutter and go weak at the knees.

“Well beautiful?” I took out my pocketknife and picked up a strand of my long hair. Then I cut a strand from underneath so that way no one would notice an uneven strand of hair.

I held the hair in my hands and hesitantly held it over Jack’s hand before finally placing it on top of the dirt and Cas’ blood. Just before I could remove my hand from his palm, his hand closed over mine and he hummed.

“Mm, so soft. Fierce and calloused but very soft at the same time. Been awhile since I held a girl’s hand.” I quickly took back my hand and held it over my chest and turned away getting creeped out. Cas protectively wrapped his arm around me as the demon then just held his arms out like he was about to do a chant.

But all he did next was clap his hands, the soil, blood and my hair fell to the ground. At first I thought it did nothing, that was until I heard nothing but silence outside.

“Huh.” He bragged. I was the first to race outside and all there were around were dead corpses no longer possessed.

“Holy shit.” I muttered.

“Didn’t I tell you? It worked. High five.” Belphegor said.

“The spirits have been destroyed.” Cas said as he walked ahead.

“No, I just blasted them out of those bodies. Yeah.”

“So where the hell are they now?” asked Dean.

We were now in the car driving on home hoping to figure out a plan. Thankfully Cas sat between me and the demon possessing Jack because all the while through the drive, I could feel his—well metaphorically speaking his eyes were on me.

“You know—you’ve got some good style taste there doll. I like ‘em.”

“Don’t call me doll.” I lowly muttered.

“Alright Romeo enough with the flirting back there. That’s our sister and I wouldn’t press her if I were you. You think we’re bad, she’s worse than us.” Dean spoke.

“Empty threats. Not to say that you’re not strong there doll. I mean—every female demons has envied you for the way you’ve been known to torture us. In fact some learn from you.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere with me.”

“On that note explain to me this, how many souls are we talking about specifically?” asked Sam trying to drive the conversation away.

“What you mean in hell?” asked Belphegor as Sam nodded.

“Oh I don’t know 2-3 billion.” Great.

“Okay for now we just stick to the plan. We head back to the bunker. Figure a way to close the riff.” Dean said as he kept driving.

“If you can.” Said Belphegor.

“You got any better ideas?”

“I do not. But if you wanna buy some time, you could just—contain the ghosts.”

“How?” I asked.

“Magic.” He stated with a shrug.

“And you just happen to know the right spell?” asked Cas skeptically.

“Lucky you.”

“What do you mean by contain them?” questioned Dean.

“Magical circle about a mile wide. No ghosts get in, no ghost get out.”

“Yeah, great, great.”

“But Sam we can’t. Harland, Kansas is less than a mile from the cemetery. What are we gonna do about the people there?”

“We get them out.” Dean stated.

“How?” asked Cas.

“We lie.”

As we drove on we soon found an abandoned car still running up ahead with its lights on.

“Whoa, whoa pull over for a second Dean.” Dean did as Sam suggested and we parked right behind the abandoned car. My brothers and I got out of Baby and we shined out flashlights on the car.

The first thing I noticed was the blood along the window, the radio was still playing but there was no body so this wasn’t your typical murder. Yet for some reason this scene was very familiar to me.

“This look so familiar to you guys?” asked Dean.

“Looks like a—woman in white.” Said Sam.

“Exactly.” I remembered back on the first case after we got Sam out of Stanford of the woman in white.

“Guys….I think this is our woman in white.”

“No way we sent her to hell years ago.” Dean said.

“No think about it. God opens up the doorway to hell, every soul to ever go down there escapes. Including our woman in white.” I explained.

“But then that means if she’s back—” Sam stated off before Dean finished his brother’s thought.

“Then every last one we ever killed and sent down there is back.” Well that’s just great.

By morning, donning on our fake FBI uniforms, we headed for Harland and began to evacuate the city.

“Alright look (y/n). Sam and I got the evacuation part down, so why don’t you and Cas take Crowley Jr. and get him the things he needs.”

“Are you serious Dean?” I snapped. “Dean you—you really don’t care how this is making me feel do you? I—I can’t even look at him. I just—I just can’t…..” I took off down the street and he called out to me.

I sat down on a nearby bench and pressed my face into hands trying to contain my sobs but I could feel tears in my eyes.

“(Y/n).” I looked up to see Cas standing over me. He sat down beside me and I said to him.

“If you’re—trying to make me go back there and make amends with Dean then uhh—” I looked around and found an abandoned half eaten peanut butter and jelly sandwich. “I’m about to hit you in the head with a PB&J sandwich.”

“No, no I—I get why you walked away from him. I—can’t even look at….you know. So I can’t imagine how it must be for you. After all you and Jack….”

“It may have seemed difficult to decipher our relationship especially when his soul completely burned out. But—somehow even in that soulless way, he still made me believe he was in love with me. I have no idea how but—he did. I just….feel like this is all my fault.”

“It wasn’t. The only person to blame for Jack’s death is God. All this time following his orders and commands, and this is how I’m repaid.”

“To be fair we did kinda make you turn against your traditionalist ways. I mean remember how you were back then.”

“Yeah I guess I did have a stick up my butt.”

“Not even a stick is big enough Cas to describe how stuck-up you were.” I teased which caused the two of us for the first time to actually laugh. It was small but still a laugh. “I just wish he was still here. Like here here, not some demon possessing him using his voice and doing those little quirks he did.”

“I know. So do I.” he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and hugged me close to him. “So do I. I promised his mom I would take care of him, now I feel like I let her down. Again.”

Eventually I went with Cas and Sam to do some evacuations. I went to one house just three blocks from where Cas went. Holding my shotgun close and ready to fire in case any ghosts came up, I called out.

“Hello? Anybody here?” I cautiously walked along the hallways leading towards the upstairs bedrooms. But when I opened the door, I held in my puke for right there before me were two teenage girls around my age covered in blood, however most of the blood came from their eyes and I knew only one legend that ever made that happen.

Bloody Mary.

I quickly raced to find a nearby mirror. It worked on her once before and it should work on her again. But just as I went to grab the mirror that hung in the hallway, she suddenly appeared before me in my reflection then turned into me.

Blood started tearing down my face as I couldn’t look away now. She had me.

“Been a long time Winchester sister. And in all that time you’ve become a killer, just like your brothers. All those people you’ve helped kill, Kevin, Charlie, Bobby, but worst of all precious Jack. It’s your fault all this happened to him. If he hadn’t liked you, he’d still have his grace.”

“Shut up……shut up!” I soon felt this agonizing pain as I collapsed into the table and she soon came out of the mirror repeating over and over that it was my fault, my fault, my fault.

“Hey.” Oh shit it—it couldn’t be him. I looked up and through the blood that had dripped down from my eyes, I could see Jack’s body standing before us. Bloody Mary turned into Jack and said.

“You’re a true monster. Killing Sam and Dean Winchester’s mother. Releasing the archangel Michael, it’s all your fault.”

“Yeah sorry there Mary but,” he lifted his shades revealing the burnt out holes in them. “Plus I’m not this guy uhh—Jack. So you might as well hit the road bitch cause honestly out of all the legends you were the worst, and as a demon I don’t mean in the good way.” Mary phased back into herself and launched at the demon but he held up a mirror before her.

And just like last time, her reflection spoke back to her which killed her right then and there. The mirror shattered and the demon shook the glass off of him.

“That bitch is gonna have it in for me when I get back. Lucky for her, I’ve got something up my sleeve for her for leaving hell in the first place.” Slowly I got up and wiped the blood out of my eyes. “Red looks good on you.” I growled and steadied myself up along the wall. “What? No thank you for saving your ass?”

“Not from you. Had it been Cas or Sam I would thank them. But not to creeps like you.”

“Aww c’mon babe after all the fun we had last night?”

“That was for the spell only and you know it! Now did you find your ingredients for the spell? Does Dean even know you left him?”

“Technically no. See for whatever reason I found myself here and I could hear you screaming….well bloody Mary up here so I figured might as well save one Winchester, maybe their cute sister and maybe get on a better side with you and the others.”

“Saving my life doesn’t atone for what you are.” I said as I cleaned my face up in the bathroom.

“Why so stuck on me? It’s not like I had a choice. This body was the nearest one I could find. I would’ve found another back at the cemetery but those meat suits were well you know. Wormy. Difficult to blend. I sorta got an answer from your brother but I wanna hear your side now. Who was he to you?”

I turned the tap off and stared at him through the mirror. I dabbed my eyes with a towel and muttered.

“He was a friend.”

“Ahh there it is.”

“What’s there?” I demanded.

“See down there,” he pointed downward gesturing to hell. “You may be praised for your fighting skills and some torture methods. But you are laughed at for your lying skills. I mean I know there’s some truth to it, but I know there’s gotta be more.”

He then slowly walked closer towards me as he continued.

“So c’mon just between us. Was he—Your confidant? Your secret keeper?” he now stood almost chest to chest with me as he now had me up against the vanity counter. “Your boyfriend?” at that my breath hitched sharply. “Ahhh, ding-ding. Seems I’ve found a winner?”

“So what if he was? Just because you have his body and use his voice to talk, doesn’t mean that you’re him. So stop with the flirtation and just—” suddenly I felt his lips on mine.

I almost lashed out but I was suddenly hit back to the time Jack and I shared our first kiss in Apocalypse world. Jack had just performed another puppet show for the kids, we told them an epic tale of a young warrior searching across the galaxy to eventually become a great warrior (Star Wars).

After getting all the little ones to bed, Jack and I just stayed up and talked and that’s when I leaned in and kissed him. At first I regretted it because he just sat there in shock, but when he kissed me back I threw my regret out the window and just accepted the kiss. And ever since then, we’ve been a couple.

I felt Jack’s hands cup underneath my chin just as he always placed them whenever we kissed. I tried to resist but I guess this is what I needed for long. Ever since his soul got burned out, his kisses didn’t hold the same feeling of love as they had compared to our first kiss.

Wait—what the fuck are you doing (y/n)?! You’re kissing a demon! A bloody demon! I whined and pushed him away from me and I slapped him in the face.

“Never. Kiss me. Again!” I snarled.

“Oh yeah like I haven’t heard that before.” He teased.

“I’m serious. Whatever you think is happening between us, forget it! Now get your stuff for the spell and get out of my sight!”

“As you wish. My sapphire star.” My heart stopped as he actually used the nickname Jack gave me. I turned back around and saw that he was gone.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n)!” soon running up the stairs was Cas. “I heard you screaming as I got closer to the house, are you alright?”

“Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m fine.” He cupped my face before saying.

“Your eyes are bleeding.”

“Oh right I—I had a little reunion with bloody Mary. But I handled it.” It was best not to tell Cas about the demon coming to save me, since I really had no real father figure in my life Cas has kinda filled in that role after getting him to loosen up a bit and hanging around us humans for a while.

“Does anything else hurt?”

“Well I’ve got a splitting headache.”

“Here.” He placed his two fingers to the center of my forehead and I felt this warmth come over me.

“Thanks Cas.”

“No problem. Come on Sam might need us.” I nodded and the two of us headed outside.

After reuniting with my brother and saving a mother and daughter from the killer clown as well as some other ghosts that popped out. We saw this bright light suddenly rushing across the ground like the tide coming out.

“The spell.” I said. The ghosts all glared at us and took chase.

“Run! Run get them out of here!” Sam urged us. I picked up the kid and took off running down the street. Once we got to across a certain path of the road, the ghosts stopped and psycho clown couldn’t reach us with his knife. He growled before yelling at us before my brother finally told him to shut up.

“It’s done. They can’t get out now.” I said.

“C’mon we gotta get to the high school.” Sam said as we now walked calmly out of the neighborhood to meet up with Dean and Balthagar.

After getting the mom and daughter to the high school five miles away, I was leaning against the wall of the high school when I felt two familiar hands cover my eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Enough.” I elbowed him in the chest.

“Ow! Hey I thought we had something back in the bathroom?”

“I already told you, you may wear Jack’s body but you aren’t him. You even touch me again, and I’ll let you see firsthand why demons down there probably talk about me.”

“Ohhh, kinky. I look forward to it.” He flirted. I glared at him and walked away from him. I came up to my brothers who were looking inside Baby’s trunk.

“Did he just cover your eyes playing the guess who game you and Jack used to do?” asked Dean.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” I told him bluntly. He looked towards Belphegor and he said.

“Listen, if he tries to flirt with you in anyway talk to us, okay. I—I had a talking to with Cas and he set me right. I should’ve been more understanding of what all this has meant to you (n/n) I’m sorry.”

“It’s alright. All of this really has gone to shit. I mean not just the souls of hell being free but God literally screwing us over. I mean—guys pardon my French but…..we are in some serious horse shit.”

“She’s right. I mean yeah we can keep up the lie for what 1 maybe 2 days before the real FBI shows.” Sam agreed with me. We already had two encounters with law enforcement we don’t need a third strike.

“Yeah I figured. But right now we need to get you fixed up.” Dean said gesturing to Sam’s shoulder. Of course stubborn as an ox Sam Winchester refused but with Dean’s persuasion he managed to talk Sam into showing him the bullet wound he telepathically got after shooting God.

It wound itself looked like it was about to close up but when Dean said there was no exit wound, I got a little worried.

“Hey you remember when you were little, and how I used to always distract you? You know when it involved a band-aid or something like that?” Dean asked as he got the rubbing alcohol out and poured it onto a cotton patch.

“Yeah you—used to tell some stupid joke. You even did it for the munchkin there.”

“Don’t go there green giant.” I mocked.

“Knock, knock.” Sam at first turned away like it was a joke. “Come on knock, knock.”

“Who’s—” before he could say there, Dean placed the patch on his bullet wound.

“Still got it.” Dean praised himself with a grin. I shook my head and I said nervously.

“Hey guys,” they turned towards me and I continued, “So—when Chuck said welcome to the end…..do you think he meant this? I mean by like—ending the entire human race with ghosts, demons, and all that?”

“Baby girl you know as well as I do he’s been playing us the entire time. So screw him.” Dean said.

“I know but….think about it. If one of us dies, that’s it. We’ve been lucky in the past but now that he’s pissed at us. He’s gonna ensure that no one or nothing brings us back. No resurrections this time. I may not look it but—I’m terrified guys.” Sam being the caring brother that he is, wrapped his arms around me in a big bear hug and I continued. “We’re nothing but rats to him. And now that he’s had his fun, he’s gonna ensure that we end up in the pathway with furious cats ready to devour us. While he just sits back and watches us being ripped apart.”

“Yeah nothing but rats in a maze. Sure we could go left, sure we could go right. But we were stuck in the damn maze. It makes you think—what did all of it mean?” Dean said agreeing with me.

“It meant a lot.” Sam answered. “We still saved people, saved you kiddo.” Sam said looking down at me.

“But what for?” I asked. He stroked down my hair. “He just throws us one end of the world after another and sits back just to make us do all the hard work.”

“Yeah. That’s what he does. He gets bored and-and-and-and pulls the rip-chord. That’s what he did with Apocalypse world, and probably….. with all of them. He moves on and starts another story. And you know what—good. Because if he bailed it’s just us. For the first time; it’s just us.”

“You forgot the 3 billion ghosts there Sammy.” I said.

“Yeah well what’s one more apocalypse right?” I softly laughed and shook my head. Sam patted my back comfortingly as he separated from me. “But seriously. If we win—when we win this. God’s gone. There’s no one to screw with us, there’s no more maze, it’s just us. Then we’re free.”

“So you, me and (n/n) versus every soul in hell……I like those odds.”

“Yeah. Me too.” The boys looked at me and Dean asked me.

“(N/n)?” I looked at them. I sighed deeply before saying.

“Well….I guess you know what this means, right boys?” they softly grinned at me and we turned towards Baby’s trunk as Sam said.

“We’ve got work to do.” Before closing it up.

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frostygar · 5 years ago

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Snowbarry Headcanons

1. Who is the most affectionate?

Barry, definitely. Caitlin is more shy and reserved but when Barry falls in love he’s a lovestruck puppy.

2. Big spoon/Little spoon?

Barry is the little spoon and Caitlin is the big spoon. Not entirely sure WHY but I can just see it in my head and it’s super cute so uhhhhh let’s just go with it, shall we?

3. Most common argument?

Whether having ice powers or super speed is cooler.

4. Favourite non-sexual activity?

Bake/cook offs and solving puzzles/crimes together.

5. Who is most likely to carry the other?

Caitlin loves to jump on Barry’s back because she loves wrapping her arms around him and he speeds them off somewhere else. She says she hates it, but, really, she’s lying.

6. What is the most attractive feature of their partner’s?

Barry likes Caitlin’s hair. It’s always so soft and pretty.

Caitlin likes Barry’s hands. She could hold his hands forever, and she would never complain.

7. What is their partner’s favourite feature?

Barry loves Caitlin’s eyes, how soft and full of love they are. He can never get enough of them.

Caitlin loves Barry’s chin. She loves to kiss his chin all the time and I feel I have to add that he just melts when she does it.

8. Partner’s favourite personality trait?

Barry admires how smart and strong Caitlin is. Despite all of what she has been through, she can always get through them. Caitlin admires how caring and kind and loving and understanding Barry is, even if sometimes the situation needs the opposite. He sees the best in people, and he saw the best in Killer Frost (who, by the way, loves that Caitlin is happy with Barry).

9. Nicknames? & if so, how did they originate?

Barry calls Caitlin “Cait”. It just rolled off the tongue during a sweet, intimate moment and it stuck.

Caitlin calls Barry “Bare” or sometimes “B” if she’s annoyed. Bare is what Joe usually calls his son and she picked it up easily. One time, when Barry was pestering her about how Killer Frost was mad. and froze the pipeline, Caitlin was shouting and too angry to say his full name so she called him “B” and now it’s how he knows she’s really mad or annoyed or upset.

10. Who worries the most?

Definitely Barry. He’s incredibly sensitive and sometimes a bit self conscious and he’s afraid that one day he won’t be good enough for her (but she always reassures him with a kiss on the nose and loving words)

11. Who remembers what the other one always orders at a restaurant?

Barry. He is usually using his speed to pick up orders, so he’s made it his job to remember what she likes.

12. Who initiates kisses more?

Barry.

13. Who reaches for the other’s hand first?

Caitlin.

14. Who kisses the hardest?

Barry, because he’s never been in love or felt love like this and he feels that if he doesn’t put all his love into every kiss, he’ll lose her somehow.

15. Who wakes up first?

Barry, being the electrified little shit he is.

16. Who wants to stay in bed just a little longer?

Caitlin, swatting Barry away even though he brings her breakfast.

17. Who says I love you first?

Barry, being the lovestruck puppy dog he is.

18. Who cooks more/who is better at cooking?

Caitlin. Although, she is helping him get better! It’s something they love to do together to bond.

19. Who comes up with cheesy pick up lines?

Barry, usually with Cisco and Ralph’s aid.

20. Who whispers inappropriate things in the other’s ear during inappropriate times?

Barry, usually at work because he loves seeing her squirm and bite down on her lip and try to keep herself from blushing.

21. Who needs more assurance?

Barry.

22. What would be their theme song?

Hesitate by the Jonas Brothers

23. Who would sing to their child back to sleep?

Caitlin

24. What do they do when they’re away from each other?

They call each other a lot, to check up and make sure the other is alright. Sometimes, if they’re gone for longer periods of time (like a few days, or something), Barry will hug her pillow because it smells like her, and Caitlin will bring one of Barry’s shirts because of the same reason, it smells like him.

25. How many kids would they have?

Three.

26. What do their friends think of their relationship?

They’re all happy for them. Iris is a bit iffy, but slowly but surely seeing how happy Caitlin makes Barry, she begins to warm up to the idea.

27. What would their careers be?

I mean, they already kind of have careers. Barry as a CSI and Caitlin as a scientist… but maybe in the future Barry becomes a detective, like Joe?

28. Most romantic?

They both are, but Barry is more open about showing it.

29. Most protective?

Barry.

30. Most likely to feel jealous?

Barry. Caitlin sometimes is too, but it’s more low-key.

31. Who puts their hand on their partner’s knee while driving?

Barry

32. Who puts their cold hands/feet on the other?

Caitlin.

33. Most ticklish?

Barry

34. Who went overboard while babyproofing their house?

Definitely Barry.

*taken from @iamhurricane. I didn’t want to reblog because then this would be a long post starting with questions and answers for another fandom, but if you want me to take this down, just let me know.

#The Flash #Snowbarry #Caitlin Snow #Barry Allen #snowbarry headcanons #the flash headcanons

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ravenwritesstuff · 5 years ago

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Best Laid Plans (7/?)

Fandom: Frozen (modern AU, no magic) Pairings: Helsa, established Kristanna, Rapunzel/Eugene, lotsa frohana Rating: T for now, M later almost for sure A/N: It’s Helsa. And Kristanna. So know I ignore or delete most anons okay?

She leaves him with Rapunzel to get more of the particulars, to fill out the client intake sheet, and assemble the base data that will be crucial to planning whatever event it is that Hans Westergaard could want. She takes her sopping bag into her office and shuts the door. She slumps back against it, breathing for the first time since she woke up.

This whole day has been a nightmare. She hopes that she is hallucinating, dreaming, something besides actually living in a reality where she has just agreed to spend over a month working side by side with Hans Westergaard. The very thought makes her stomach clench and this time it has nothing to do with her -

A tap comes on the door behind her and she chokes on a breath, stumbling forward.

It it is him she swears…

“Who is it?” She presses a trembling hand back against her errant hair.

The door opens and she steps back. Her body screaming just in case but she is not sure exactly what she is bracing against. She was clear with him. He knows she is not interested, that she will not cross her self-imposed boundaries, except has felt his heat now and it is burning through her defenses in a way that makes her feel like this could actually be something. Like they could actually, somehow, have a shot.

Her fingers twist into her stomach, clenching at the wet fabric of her test against the sensations mounting without her bidding.

The door clicks open and she is about ready to send him packing - to cancel the agreement - to burn this entire operation to the ground - when her sister’s concerned head pops around the corner.

“Hey,” she slips in as if she is afraid to open the door to wide, as if she might let in something unwanted after herself if she doesn’t enter quickly enough. She has a bundle under one arm and grimace on her face. “I ran to your apartment while you were in with Hans and grabbed you some dry clothes and a towel.”

She extends the package. Elsa knows her sister tucked the underwear inside an equally drab and shapeless shift. One time she had not been so discreet when passing sister her change of clothes at an event and her bra had fallen on the floor in front of Kristoff and Eugene and they may be like brothers but still. It is the principle of the thing.

Whatever modesty she felt in front of her other business partners, she does not feel in front of her sister. Still Anna turns to give her privacy and shuts the door firmly as Elsa sheds her soaked clothes for their dry alternative.

“So….” Anna leads with the tact of a bulldozer. “Rapunzel is working on an event intake flow.”

Elsa’s underwear sticks to her skin as she peels it off, shivering for more than just the cold, and towels off the remaining moisture.

“I would hope so,” Elsa cannot help but being glib. “It is her job.”

She can see Anna’s spine tighten. Her body reacting to Elsa’s tone.

“So we’re doing this?” Anna pushes on despite.

Elsa sighs. “We’re doing this.”

Elsa undoes her bun and shakes out her hair. It is a mess of damp and wet patches that promises to dry into a total mess. Everything is a mess.

How has less than seventy two hours passed and everything she has worked to set up for the last decade is coming unraveled?

“Rapunzel says it is a tight timeline.”

“Thirty nine days.”

Anna whistles under her breath. Elsa agrees mentally.

“What about the Clemmons wedding and -”

“We’re ahead on the Clemmons wedding. Most of their big deadlines aren’t for another two months.” Elsa tries to convince herself as much as Anna.

“Sure - there’s that - but then there’s all the others. The Red Rose Appreciation Dinner and the -”

Elsa listens to her sister list off all their spinning plates while she fits the soft cotton undergarments over her goose-pimpled skin. The easy fit of her shift is a comfort in the middle of what she knows is about the be the biggest mistake of her life.

“ - and I know I told you to listen to him, that we needed this, but this timeline - Elsa - can we do it?” Elsa doesn’t even have to see to know Anna is wringing her hands, second guessing herself.

Now dressed, Elsa touches her sister’s shoulder to signal she can turn.

“I’ll take it on.” Elsa meets her sister’s wide blue eyes. “I’ll need help here or there, and of course on the day, but this will be my project.”

Anna’s brow pinches and Elsa cannot stand beneath the scrutiny of her gaze. She turns back to where she discarded the towel earlier. She grabs it and pats her hair to give her shaking hands something to do.

“After all, you said we needed this. And maybe we do.”

Anna shifts her weight from side to side.

“I did say that.”

They both know what isn’t being said.

After an eternity Elsa sighs.

“This will be fine,” she gave up on praying awhile ago, but she does it now. “This will all be fine.”

Something in Anna’s eye sparks and Elsa knows she isn’t fooling her, but she also knows that Anna isn’t sure enough yet to call it out.

She had pressed yesterday. She is smart enough to leave it alone today.

Elsa wonders how long it will be until Anna forces the truth out of her.

Her head hurts, but she convinces herself it is psychosomatic.

Thirty nine days. She can do this. She can keep it together for thirty nine days. She can make this her final act and set them up for the success she knows they all deserve.

“This will be a great time to updatie the standard operating procedures for clients processes. Really trim them up,” Elsa’s voice was just a bit too cheerful.

She does not need to hide here, but she is anyway. It is easier. The more she convinces herself everything is normal the less she has to consider that she isn’t.

Anna gives her the side eye. That sisterly intuition firing, but not willing to admit what she fears the most.

“Yeah. We should update that.” Is all she says, hands still twisting in front, and Elsa needs to change the subject.

She scrubs at her face: “Do I still has mascara all over my cheeks?”

Anna laughs and shakes her head.

“No. You’re good.”

They share a small laugh as Anna steps towards her.

“I meant what I said. If you ever want to change your mind, go a different direction, make a different choice - we will support you. And not just me and Kristoff. Everyone.”

Elsa meets her gaze, knowing exactly what she is prompting, but not ready to meet it. She smiles, instead, an over practiced smile. The one she uses when she wants to run and hopes Anna doesn’t notice.

Elsa isn’t sure it works, but Anna smiles in return.

“So we’re doing this?”

Elsa nods, regretting each motion. “We’re doing this.”

Anna’s smile widens as Elsa continues to pat her hair. She will have to braid it and hope for the best at this point. At least now she isn’t expecting anyone else to bust in with a buffet of breakfast goods and -

“Hey!” Anna was just about to call it good and duck out when Elsa caught her at the door. “Did Mister Westergaard leave his spread?”

“Yeah, I think so?” Anna nods.

“Can you have Pascal bring me a cinnamon raisin bagel with cream cheese?” She tries to look like she doesn’t care as she strides around her desk to her seat. “If there are any?”

Elsa had seen the spread. She knows they are there. This is a desperate attempt to seem uninterested. She knows it probably doesn’t work, but all Anna does is nod.

“Of course,” her hand lingers on the door handle and looks back at her sister once more. “Is there anything else?”

Elsa knows what she is asking. She knows exactly what she asks which is why she sinks down into her seat with a shake of her head and a sigh.

“Just tell Rapunzel to get me the specifics as soon as she can so we can make this happen.”

Elsa is good at giving tasks, and Anna is good at taking them. That is why they make such a great team. That is why this work means so much to them.

“I’ll have her report in ASAP!” Anna salutes and Elsa reciprocates with an honest smile. Anna has been with her through it all .

And that has been a lot.

When she shuts the doors Elsa sinks back in her chair for one moment, thinking. The only reason E&A Events exists the way it does is because of the insurance settlement from their parents untimely death. It had been the cash infusion they needed to make things happen and they had. At first it has been lower budget, but as their reputation and expertise grew- so had their pricing. Now they were here planning an event for an internationally known business man's son.

Butterflies erupt in her stomach at the thought. Elsa's mind whirs through all the work she will need to get done today on top of her regular responsibilities. She knows needs to start drawing up an extensive budget to submit to Hans Westergaard to have him approve and submit his deposit before she even allows herself to get any more flustered than she already is. She cannot do anything though until Rapunzel gets the information into the pipeline.

She takes two deep breaths in her stylish, ergonomic, yet cost effective desk chair. All the air sucks in through her nose and then exhales through her mouth. That is the way to relax, or so her coaches and medical professionals had told her. She is about to call bullshit when the phone on her desk rings.

She frowns. She isn’t expecting a call now but only her clients had her direct line. No one would be calling if it wasn’t important. Before she has another thought she reaches out, picks up the receiver and:

“This is Elsa of E&A Events.”

“Hello Elsa,” she can practically hear his smile across the line. “I know I should have waited - given you enough time to miss me - but we are keeping things professional.”

Even as he keeps his tone light she picks up on a purring resonance tickling her ear down the line. Her cheeks heat as she tries to push past the embarrassment she feels at how her body responds even to just the sound of his voice.

Any idea she had about relaxing is long gone.

“Yes. Hello. What do you need for your event ?”

She emphasizes the last element because she knows she needs to. She has swam with enough fish to know when she meets a shark.

“I just wanted to confirm with you what I discussed with Rapunzel. Charming girl, by the way. Quite savvy.”

Elsa has barely had time to get dry clothes on and this man assumed she had her itinerary in front of her. Of course he did. Of course she should.

“Mister Westergaard - “

“Hans.”

“Mister Westergaard we just met less than half an hour ago and while I completely satisfied with Rapunzel’s capabilities there is a certain wait time that is specific to -” a knock comes at Elsa’s door with a quick open after. Rapunzel’s spikey bobbed head pops around the corner and Elsa nearly chokes. “- to - to - well - any event. We have agreed to assess you offer and give you an answer A.S.A.P.” She waves for Rapunzel to come in.

“Ah, so you haven’t spoken with Rapunzel yet.”

And the way he said it, they way it feels like he knows more about her own company than she does presses around her like a vice and she cannot allow it. She cannot allow this stranger to define who she is, what she is, what she services.

She will not let him condescend her in general conversation.

“As expressed before, Mister Westergaard, the services we provide are deeply specific. Rapunzel just came in with your information." She waves her hand to bring Rapunzel and her tightly clutched file into her space. Rapunzel's eyes are wide and watchful as she helps Elsa spread out the official intake documents. "I will review it and have a full proposal set for you by end of day.”

Elsa scans the pages. There are numbers for expenses she is sure must be typos. There are zeros where she feels there shouldn’t be. Her mouth goes dry as her gaze darts to Rapunzel with a questioning gaze. Rapunzel, as if she knew it was coming, just nods and spreads her hands with a big smile. This has always been the goal of E&A Events. To access to affluent. To land the big fish. So why does Elsa's stomach hurt?

“So have you had enough time?” He almost seems to sense it her mental jaw drop over the line.

Elsa scanned the numbers for the budget first and mentally plugs in vendors. Availability will be the most challenging part of this event. It is summer and peak of wedding season. Many of her more popular, trusted vendors were sure to be booked, but she is fairly certain she can make it all work. It will be a challenge but not impossible. Still -

“You left my office less than half an hour ago, Mister Westergaard,” she buys time as she sorts through more paperwork and ideas and agenda never before seen in a standard client. "But I will keep you informed of the viability of this project."

“But you already know. I know you do. That is why I chose you. I know you want this.” he doesn’t wait for her to give a definitive answer. He doesn’t need it. That is what his lawyers are for.

She chokes back the instinct to see if he is recording, if this is a Pranked episode, if she really is the biggest loser in town.

“I learned long ago to never let myself want anything, Mister Westergaard.”

She can only count her blessings that he is not right in front of her when he responds, that he cannot see her discomforted flush. She is already figuring out how to not lean into his bait, to let his words sweep over her.

Or at least that is what she tells herself.

He is silent more than she expects. She looks up to see Rapunzel clutching a file to her chest looking about ready to pop and she knows this is it. The shoe is about to drop.

Hans’ voice come over the line, low and mellow:

“So did Rapunzel ask you about tomorrow’s schedule?”

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#best laid plans #helsa #frozen #fanfiction #trash

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theliterateape · 3 years ago

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The First Call

By Wayne Lerner

THE QUIET ENVELOPED HIS MIND AND CALMED HIS BODY. Early morning time in the office was his favorite. No appointments on his calendar. No interruptions from unwanted visitors, no commotion in the hallways, no complaints from the medical staff, at least not yet. Just the opportunity to think and enjoy his first cup of coffee.

David cradled the steaming coffee like it was his only source of heat on a cold and snowy day. The bitter french roast, infused with high levels of caffeine, awakened his groggy mind. His favorite mug, a gift from his daughter, held his magic potion. Without the coffee, he found it impossible to jumpstart the day.

The motto on the mug reminded him how to approach the challenges which confronted him each day. Everything will be fucking okay, it said.

No way. This job’s killing me. How will everything be okay? I’m supposed to be in charge. Bullshit! Most days, I feel like a puppet whose strings are being pulled by everyone here.

He slammed his palm against his desk. The stinging pain brought him back to reality.

Oh, stop feeling sorry for yourself. Be a big boy.

This is what you asked for, so deal with it.

David looked at his calendar and cringed, then smiled. 6:30 dinner meeting with the employee advisory committee to discuss how to make the organization more patient friendly. That would be the only event he would enjoy that day.

Of course, there are assholes but there are good people too. They’re the ones who need your guidance and leadership. If you’re so fed up with the situation, then leave. Walk away. Find another place that suits you better

He opened his desk drawer and looked at his pay stub.

Can’t, huh? The golden handcuffs got you, don’t they?

And the rep of the place gives you creds others would just dream of.

With the good comes bad shit. It’s right there in the job description. Remember that. Have balls, would you?

The ringing of the phone reverberated throughout the office. You can tell who’s calling by the ring, whether it’s a good call or one which foretells disaster. The phone knows. Its voice sends you a message, You have to be smart enough, open enough, to understand its language.

When his Mother died, the ring was soft and sorrowful. When his wife called to tell him the results of her pregnancy test, after so many tries, the ring was loud and exuberant. When the ring hesitates and then continues, like a heart which skips a beat, it’s someone you don’t know, a wrong number or a salesman.

Today, the ring was jarring. The sound bounced off the walls of his office. It was an ominous ring. He knew there was bad news coming. Not just bad news, catastrophic news. The phone’s voice entered his body, pounding his head and hurting his ears.

His eyes locked on the caller ID and recognized the name. Linda was the chief legal officer, a holdover from the previous administration. Linda made it known to everyone that she didn't like him. Her pipeline to the Board Chair was a well-known fact. His quietude was over. And maybe, with it, this time, his career.

“Good morning, Linda,” he said in the cheeriest voice he could manufacture. “What can I do for you this glorious morning?”

This isn’t a social call. She never calls unless there is something wrong. And, with Linda, there's always something wrong.

“You got a call from the Feds! This morning? What did they want?”

He could see her face as he spoke. She was a dour woman who loved to zing him any time she could. If she was ever happy, he never saw it. Since she only saw the darkside of life, he knew this call meant something horrible was about to happen.

“They said they received an EEO claim against one of our senior officers? Which one?” “No, it can’t be true. We’re already investigating him for how he spent the funds in his budget.”

We’re just about ready to hammer that bastard with the evidence Linda and the forensic accounting firm compiled.

“Copies of the claim have been sent to the Board Chair as well! OMG! I don’t have enough trouble with him. Now this shit is happening!”

“I’m sorry. I'm not shouting at you. It is not your doing.”

“What do you mean it's mine? Gary was a holdover from the prior administration.” Just like you, you witch!

“And the Board likes him or at least they did.”

“What? There’s more?’

“The claim’s for sexual harassment? And the victim’s a person of color!”

Jesus Christ! It’s not even 8:30 yet. The shit keeps piling up.

“What do you mean, man up. You don’t need to tell me that there are no good days for a CEO, just acceptable ones.”

Linda reminds me almost everyday. If there's crap on the floor, it's mine, so pick it up.

His heart and breathing began to race as he felt himself losing control. He tried to slow everything down by practicing yoga breathing but nothing seemed to work.

The end of the line’s in sight. Now, my alleged supporters will rejoice!

David’s predecessor had been given a seat on the Board when he was cajoled into retirement. He wasn't thrilled with David and neither was the Board Chair. They wanted someone with a different background but David was the choice of the search committee.

“Linda, I have to go. The Chair is on the other line.”

“I’ll loop back with you when we’re done. Then, you and I can plot a strategy to deal with the EEO suit.”

“Yes, there will be fallout from the financial investigation. It’s not going to be easy but I’m sure we can find a way to minimize the damage.”

He heard Linda chuckle under her breath as she hung up

David’s shoulder and neck tensed as he picked up the phone. He knew this was going to be yet another miserable call.

“Good morning, Sam. How’s your merger negotiations going? The reports in the papers have been quite positive.”

“Yes, I know all about the call from the Feds and the letter we received on the investigation. I guess Linda must have called you, huh?”

That bitch! She has made it her life’s work to fuck me over.

“She and I will be meeting with our outside counsel in an hour. I’m confident we can settle the issues with little public fallout.”

“You heard about it this morning on the train?” David paused. “If I may ask, from whom?” “No way. I can’t believe there’s such a gigantic leak in the organization.”

“How do you think he heard about it?’

“His brother works for the government?”

So much for confidentiality.

“Yes, I’ll call you just as soon as Linda and I are done with our meeting.”

“Yes, I know this is embarrassing for you and the organization.”

“Yes, I know we are getting ready to go out with a big fund raising drive.” Christ! Being interrogated yet again.

“Yes, I know this will make the ask much harder.”

“We’ll have to control the message to remind them of all the good we do here.” “No, I’m not minimizing the impact bad PR can have. We’ll fix this, I assure you.” “Sam, Our biggest admitter’s on the other line, I’ll call you later. OK? Thanks.” “Hi, George. What’s going on in the Ortho world these days?”

“What do you mean you're leaving the hospital?”

You can’t leave, you asshole.

You're the chair of the department and just signed a new contract.

“We didn’t breach our agreement. We gave you everything you wanted and more! We’re building a separate building for you and have doubled the number of staff you can recruit.”

“We did not permanently reallocate your operating room time to general surgery.”

“There was no one on your room schedule at the time that a series of emergency cases hit the ER. We both know they take priority. That’s why we gave the surgeons permission to use the operating rooms, just this one time.”

“Yes, I know we should have called you first but this was an emergency. I thought you wouldn’t have an issue helping out a fellow surgeon and his patients.”

We can’t allow the ORs to lie fallow until you need them, you slime ball. You know that. You’re making a stand anyway. I wonder what you really want.

“This is what you mean when you say we breached your contract?”

“Sure, have your lawyer call me and I’ll connect him with Linda.”

“Don’t do anything rash, George. This misunderstanding is not one to take an action all of us will regret. It will be fixed.”

David slammed the phone down and tried to gain his composure. His administrative assistant came in at the sound of the noise.

“Jean, would you please cancel my next few meetings? I have a slew of problems to resolve and don’t know how long this will take.”

“Yes, get Linda on the phone. I need to start with her.”

“I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“Gail from Spencer Stuart called when I was on with George? Do you know what she wanted?”

Gail calls me when she needs a reference on someone or to jump the line to get in to see a doctor.

“Oh, she wanted to talk with me, said it was personal. I hope she’s ok. I’ll call her back before I deal with Linda.”

“Gail? It’s David. Yes, I’m doing fine. What can I do for you?”

“Can you repeat that?”

“Where’s the job opportunity? Can you tell me what I’ll be walking into?”

Neither you nor I knew the real lay of the land when you recruited me here. The Search Committee and the Board were not truthful with either of us, it turned out.

“Yes, you can’t manage an organization when your revered predecessor is looking over your shoulder and reporting every action you take to the Board Chair.”

I don’t want to jump from one fire to another. I need to make sure I understand the real culture of the organization, not the PR version.

“This place thrives on internecine warfare, Gail. You don’t know who is going to stab you first.” “Sure, I’ll meet with you. Tomorrow will be fine. Your office? 10am? I’ll be there.”

It's only 9:15 and I’m exhausted. Well, let’s get on with this circus and see if we can save it from itself.

“Jean, please get Linda on the phone and tie in our outside lawyers. Thanks.”

He reached for his mug but the coffee had gone cold. He rose to get himself a refill when the phone rang. Jean was on the other line so he reached to pick up the phone.

This time, the sound was quiet and smooth. Its voice entered his soul like Barber’s Adagio for Strings does every time he hears it. His heart rate slowed down and he began to take deep, cleansing breaths.

David picked up the phone.

“Yes, I’m the CEO. What can I do for you?”

The mug was right.

#Fiction

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aurimeanswind · 7 years ago

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Your Greatest Gaming Binges & ExtraLife 2017—Sunday Chats (11-5-17)

There is a lot going on. And I mean a lot. Behind the scenes. In front of the scenes. All in preparation for this coming weekend, where we and my team of internet friends from all over the Continental United States will be participating in ExtraLife 2017, an event I have participated in for seven years, and this will be my eighth.

First, some context.

I tell this story every year, so I apologize if its trite to you, but its the truth. In 2009 I was diagnosed with a more ethereal-type disease called Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. It plagued my life for about seven months, causing me to be homeschooled during my Junior Year of High School, drop all of my Advanced Placement classes, and stop seeing my friends for weeks on end. It through off my college plan. It ruined my life. It made me miserable and unhappy. And I lost hope until I started seeing a specialist, Dr. Rowe, at John Hopkin’s Medical Center in Baltimore Maryland. With physical therapy, medication, and exercise, I was able to finish my Junior year of High School, and live a normal life until I relapsed in my Senior Year of High School, and had to retread old ground again, more frustrated, and more determined this time.

In 2012 i fell into a deep depression. Scared, alone, and as I slowly coiled up into my room and stopped seeing my friends, going to school, going to work, or doing anything, I had no one to turn to. Until I reached out to Dr. Rowe. He was a Chronic Fatigue specialist, but I remembered part of CFS is depression, something that I didn’t have to experience at the time. He gave me the depression test that I had passed with flying colors every other time I had seen him, and, stunned at the change, helped me start a path on a better and less mental-illness-plagued life without depression.

Every year, my team donates to John Hopkin’s Medical Center. It’s a place that irrevocably changed my life. It gave me hope when I had none, and set me on a better, healthier path. This is my way to give back.

So join us, this coming Saturday starting at 12pm Eastern Standard Time, at http://twitch.tv/IrrationalPassions, and donate to a cause that has helped me and countless others. All the details of who is coming, what we’re doing, and what you can do to help are or will be live soon at http://IrrationalPassions.com/ExtraLife.

Thank you, for all your support, and I hope to see you there helping us stay up and keeping us jolly.

It’s also with massive pride that I can fully announce that Greg Miller, Gen Miller, and Joey Takagami will be joining us from San Francisco California, and Greg is bringing Portillo too! Check out this video Roger Pokorny and I made to convince him to come:

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I’m excited to see you all there, in spirit, for our wacky shenanigans!

Now... I onto the entrée.

Your Greatest Gaming Binges

Today, as is now customary for the first Sunday of each month, I asked YOU ALL a question, and it was about the most intense gaming marathons you all have gone on. Specifically single-session, and specifically why.

Now, I’ll say, full disclosure, you should always remember to consume the average amount of calories, vitamins, and minerals in your diet everyday, and take care of yourself: sleep when you need to, drink plenty of water, and listen to the recommendations of the FDA and USDA (here in the states) to better understand what your body needs, to live a better, and more fulfilling life. But I aside from the self-destructive aspects of binging gaming sessions, I love a game that gets its hooks in you so hard that you just can’t. Stop. Playing.

I have had countless 12-hour+ gaming sessions that have left me bleary-eyed, but still bushy tailed from the amazing stories that have come from them, and with a year like this year, I think there are many out there from this year alone. I wanted to hear your stories!

First, one of mine.

Danganronpa 1. Boy oh boy. I think I’ve infamously talked about it at this point. But when that came out I was so incredibly obsessed with it. It was all I played for days, and I’d roll out of bed, grab my Vita, and keep playing, until I rolled into bed, played until I felt asleep, rinse and repeat. It was an incredible few days of gaming, and it was what got me back into visual novels.

Now, to the audience!

See, I love the classic gaming sessions. I think that was a totally different era of playing games too. Hearing times of people playing Street Fighter 2 and just going were the best. And shoutout to Super Techmo Bowl, because that game is fucking rad.

I can’t get into Minecraft, but I like the multiplayer love. Scott, Evan and Tony, my cohosts on IP, helped run a big Minecraft Server for over a year. The stories to come out of those play sessions are magnificent, and I was into the jolly cooperation.

MGS4 is fucking crazy. Luckily there is plenty of movie time to go get snacks in that game. I think I beat that game in three or so sessions, so I get it.

BUT HELL YEAH JAK 3 AND SLY COOPER. Those games are so rad. Well deserving of massive play sessions. I remember going out and buying Red/Blue 3D glasses because I rented Sly 3 from GameFly and didn’t get them. I ended up steeling them out of a display box in a Blockbuster (DON’T TELL ANYONE) so i could have the cool Sly Cooper branded ones.

But boy. Jak 3 in one day. That’s a tall ask.

See, I wish I played MGS at all in the era of when you only played one game because it’s all you had. I only ever really experimented with multiple play throughs when it came to MGS4, and that was still a ton of fun, but I wish I could have done it with something like MGS2 or 3.

The different styles of play are what make those games so hard to put down too, even though I just played the same way the whole time. Like a loser.

Get a better game Plankfan, because I can’t do this Garden Warfare bullshit.

Kidding, but yeah I think of the multiplayer bingers, Overwatch has taken the cake, and that’s the most class-based of all, considering each character is their own cup of tea.

Very much so! Game rhythm is super important to how hard you can binge it. Especially with single player stuff. Like, Rocket League has tons of ups and downs and variety therein, so the rhythm is changing all the time. Single player games need a good loop, and facing off against the next villain really pulls you through Akrham Asylum. Especially with the Metroidvania-esque format.

I’m curious to what you thought of it, ultimately, because I like that game a great deal, but nothing in Deus Ex really blew me away. I think it was just a very good “one of those” with no unique hooks really. I know a lot of people have different feelings about that, but any immersive sim really makes me never want to put it down, so I get it.

You should do the same with Dishonored 2, because it’s v good.

FUCK YEAH.

Kingdom Hearts 2 is one of those games I spent 14 hours straight playing during ExtraLife 2010 and never looked back on. I love it. I could play that game all day.

Oh my god yes. Just like the Minecraft love I love this too. And the loop of that is great.

I have never really had a LAN party for anything, but ExtraLife is the closest I’ve come to that. I really like the loop of all that too. I played Halo 2 with my brother and his friends when I was younger and it was a blast. Boy... This sounds like it’d still be rad today.

Another Arkham game. I really jive with this one too, but City has just enough Open World in it to keep me fully immersed. I started playing that game after a midnight launch and just didn’t stop. It’s the same idea of wanting to see the next villain, especially after Freeze shows up. Whoooooo boy.

Oh boy. My recent trip back to Skyrim has brought me back here, because good lord do I just want to grab everything everywhere forever. And my inventory limit simply does not agree with my life choices on that front.

I think Skyrim was the game that got me to break away from my completionist tendencies too, because It’s just a game that I don’t think would be fun to fully complete after a while. It’d just burn thin too soon.

Hell yeah! That’s a game I played a ton of when I first started it. I think my second session with that game was somewhere around eight hours, but then Zelda came out and I just stopped. I want to finish that game before the end of the year, if anything to see the story through, but those open world games just bring the most out of all of us.

BRING IT BACK.

Bloodborne is just so incredible. I love just letting myself go in that world too, because that truly is a game I could sit down with for an entire ExtraLife. I know it wasn’t your cup of tea, but I love it. The same has been true of all my other Souls experiences, because those are games that get their hooks in and just don’t let go. I think those are the games best suited to playing across multiple sessions too, since some time away is usually what you need to get past a boss you’re stuck on.

The ultimate binge game: The Witcher 3. That’s a game that I couldn't really podcast with either, because every snippet of every conversation was just so compelling for me. But of course, the monster dens and boss fights were where the podcasts came in anyway. Boy. What a fucking game.

Thank you all for writing in your answers! I hope folks still like this format, and I’m excited to do more of these. Been thinking of ways to spice up Sunday Chats going forward, and while I have some soft ideas in the pipeline, we’ll see what I ultimately end up on.

As I said last week, I currently have no intention of doing a Sunday Chats next week as it’ll be as we wrap on ExtraLife 2017, and I’ll preferably be dead. But we’ll see! Just don’t expect one, and certainly won’t be taking questions.

Regardless, I’d love it if you tuned in next week, Saturday, starting at Noon Eastern Time, to watch us play games and do dumb stuff!

http://twitch.tv/irrationalpassions

Be there

And keep it real.

#video games #sunday chats #gaming #extralife #skyrim #rpgs #binging sessions #gaming sessions #24 hours

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waitingtogogold-blog · 8 years ago

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(Putin’s private residence. The

Kremlin.)

PUTIN

Oh fuck . . . Donald. Donald. Donald wake up

TRUMP What?

PUTIN

Aw... I spilled beer down my front

TRUMP

Where the hell are we?

PUTIN

Relax, we’re chilling in the cut

TRUMP

Aw man... last night was the grand slam

PUTIN

Well guess what?

TRUMP What?

PUTIN

We bout to do it all again

TRUMP

Shut the front door

PUTIN

Shut the back

TRUMP

Shut the blinds, they get in through the cracks

PUTIN

What you talking bout? Donald, just relax

TRUMP

I’m talkin those pesky Mexicans, Vlad. Wetbacks

breaking for the border make me so mad

PUTIN

Well I’m talkin bout those wretched Chechnyans, Donnie.

Drop a bomb on em and watch them run like convicts

TRUMP

Yeah, or do like in the days when you were commies:

build a wall around em and watch em all go hungry...

Wouldn’t that be funny?

PUTIN

Donnie you sick.

TRUMP

And its contagious

PUTIN

Put me in a cage I’m a get outrageous

TRUMP

Stages, Vlad, remember what happened last night?

PUTIN Nyet

TRUMP

You got sick on Aung Sang then your tried to start a

fight

PUTIN

With who?

TRUMP

With Ban-Ki-Moon

PUTIN

Yikes. But it aint no G8 without an 8-ball, am I right?

TRUMP

Vlad you can summit up. But remember? I think we signed

some shitty deal about cutting emissions by November.

PUTIN

Fuck emissions! I’m on a mission to miss targets, kick

it down the road while I mix liquors, fuck deadlines

I’ll be doing lines, tell em all we gone fishing for

nuclear fission.

TRUMP

Yeah! Or fishing for poon-tang, bitches to bang

PUTIN

But watch they don’t come back to haunt you like a

boomerang.

TRUMP

What exactly do you mean by that?

PUTIN

I’m just saying watch your back.

TRUMP

What have you heard?

PUTIN

Not a word.

TRUMP

Are you sure?

PUTIN

Hey, cut me some slack! And lets get back to the matter

at hand, hand me that phone, I’ve got a headache like a

brass band playing in my dome.

TRUMP

So what do you propose?

PUTIN

I propose to blow my load, blow the national bank roll,

roll up a hundred thousand rouble note and stick it up

my nose, who knows? Once we get this bender started

there’s no knowing where it goes.

TRUMP

An early grave, some would say; that’s where we’re

headed if we keep behaving brave

PUTIN

You scared, Trump? Too much for you to handle?

TRUMP

Please! I ain’t no chump. You can’t hold a candle to

these N.U.Ts - Alright Putin, do your worst. I’ll put

you in a hearse before we reach the second verse.

BOTH (CHORUS)

WE GOT THIS, WE GOT IT LOCKED DOWN, APOCALYPSE

NOW!

PUT THE HAMMER AND THE SICKLE IN THE BLENDER WITH

THE EAGLE, BLAOW!

PUTIN

C’mon let’s go then! Bring me the blow then! Want so

much cocaine up in this bitch its gonna look like its

snowin

TRUMP

Bring in Snowden -

PUTIN

What? What did you say?

TRUMP

C’mon, Vlad. I’m kidding

PUTIN

Donnie you’re a villain

TRUMP

Fake news... but if you were willing

PUTIN

You’re trippin

TRUMP

Quit lippin and hear me out: I wanna kill em

PUTIN

Get real

TRUMP

Get a machine gun and riddle em

PUTIN

Or rip out his toe nails and play tiddly winks with em

TRUMP

Yeah! Hit em with some real KGB riddim

PUTIN

Rid em of his eyelids and make him viddy videos of

dying kids

TRUMP

Like in Syria

PUTIN

Seriously? You want to step into that arena?

TRUMP

I’d say we already did

PUTIN

Well let me make it clear to ya: you don’t ever mention

that shit when you’re near to me

TRUMP

Relax Vlad, you’re too easy! I’m just busting your

chops

PUTIN

Well watch it.

TRUMP

You know how it goes; the only chemical weapons I’m

trying to fuck with are goin up my nose. Where the hoes

at?

PUTIN

I’ll get them here in seconds flat - but these honeys

ain’t no playboy bunnies you best be prepared for that

TRUMP

What, you think this is my first rodeo cuz? I’ve rode

every miss universe that there ever was

PUTIN

I’m not talkin bout no pitch and putt I’m talkin bout

gettin a nut, these bitches from the bolshoi will make

your balls go oy-vey! Mia will make you mumble. Natalia

leave you stumblin. And when Natasha shakes her ass she

makes the Kremlin crumble

TRUMP

Oh boy I’m ready to rumble

PUTIN

I’m telling you man these girls are hardcore, they’ve

got superpowers - they’ll light a fire, satisfy your

every desire for hours - and if you get too hot they’ll

cool you off with a little golden showers

TRUMP

Think its time they visit Trump towers - whoa wait,

what have you heard?

PUTIN

Nothin... but a little bird told me bout your date with

those two Moscow girls

TRUMP

Well I don’t know what you been told but the only gold

I’m fuckin with is cold hard cash - I respect bitches

too much to let them piss on my fat white ass

PUTIN

Trump its true you rich as Ritchie - and Ritchie richer

than Lionel - but I hear you like gettin treated like a

human urinal

TRUMP

They’re lyin! Whoever said that, I’ll rip out their

spinal. There’s no excuse for fake news, its not true

and thats final!

PUTIN

Alright, keep your panties on before we get our rocks

off

TRUMP

Lets just get those girls in here before we both go

soft

BOTH (CHORUS)

WE GOT THIS, WE GOT IT LOCKED DOWN, APOCALYPSE

NOW!

PUT THE HAMMER AND THE SICKLE IN THE BLENDER WITH

THE EAGLE, BLAOW!

PUTIN

Gold is this interior, colder than Siberia

Seriously serving cinders to this Syrian hysteria

Hurry the fuck up with the beer and the chlamydia

Kidding you not, these bitches got us backing up like a

pack of hyenas

Heinous crimes they accuse me of misdemeanours

Like dealing from the bottom of the deck to feed my

minions

And maybe murderin a meddlin mogul or two

These apparatchiks are riddickin me tell me what would

you do

And the international community can suck a dick too

Coz this pipelines the lifeline and the hands on the

dial are mine

My oil rigs digging holes in the dirt, so I can fuck

the earthNow think on that before you scrap the sack

you tap may be your ownSo watch the thrown, homes, and

let me hit it while I spark this bone

TRUMP

All you donkeys suck my donkey dick quick, I’m the

elephant up in the room

Fat greedy and white although I look like a tangeroon

Silver spoon for the day-glo dego-hatin goon

Gimme a blunt and pass that ass till its red as a

babboon

Now plenty puny pitiful pedantic motherfuckers want to

pen a clever witty little trip about Trump

Well if Spicer can’t dice em I guess I’d better step on

And lay down the law of the land from coast to coast

Mirror mirror who do you figure is the most

Illest of the boastful ways, when I take the stage

Not one fuck given about what nobody says

Or whats written down in the script, scripts are for

bitches

Who needs to read to lead when you got riches

(MORE)

TRUMP (cont’d)

Ask any of my hitches, my pervious marriages

Soon as I flip my cheque book, they dropping those

assault charges

Like dope beats, put a gag order on them freaks

Gag the nation, now I’m the only one that speaks

Some say I’m a fascist antichrist, a messianic

psychopath

Tyranny of stupidity, pity the punk that fucks with me

When I’m rollin up the funk

Re-elect in 2024 before I give it up

PUTIN

Aw, fuck...

TRUMP

Whoa, I’m fucked up now

PUTIN Donald

TRUMP What?

PUTIN

Donald, I gotta say this while I got this vodka in me

man

TRUMP Yeah?

PUTIN

Man - you’re the fuckin best man, we’re a team man put

it to the test man - we’re allstars now, like Kennedy

and Khrushchev and shit now man

TRUMP

Kennedy and Khruschev...

PUTIN

When the fry dives off with China, lets just say theres

no one I’d rather have on the other end of that line,

so glad you’re in the white house man and putting you

there was the best decision of my life...

TRUMP

Yeah, fuck China - wait, what? You talkin bout, you

didn’t put me in the white house, fuck you mean?

PUTIN

Oh, sure Donald

TRUMP What?

PUTIN

No, thats cool. If thats the way you want it I can play

along too

TRUMP

I’m nobody’s fool

PUTIN

Never said that about you. But maybe just take a moment

to remember who you talkin to

TRUMP What?

PUTIN

Where you think all that cash came from? Rainin down

from heaven son? More like rainin down from the

Kremlin, cunt. We both know that, so why front, Trump?

TRUMP

Fuck you, I don’t know shit, all I know is that you got

some real strange ideas in that big bald head of yours.

PUTIN

Donald, you’re my bitch.

TRUMP

Now that’s steppin the line!

PUTIN

Settle down and let me put you on the truth one time.

What happened just now?

TRUMP

We got our nuts, kpaow! Put the hammer and the sickle

in the blender... etc.

PUTIN

Donald, there were no honeys here.

TRUMP

You mean, we fucked eachother?

PUTIN

More like I fucked you, my brother from another

TRUMP

What? Fake news! How can that be?

PUTIN

Its what we do in the KGB; its the only way we can be

sure of loyalty

TRUMP

But that’s gay! Vlad, thats gay

PUTIN

What the fuck you say?

TRUMP

Cmon, you fucked another man in the ass, I don’t see

how you can see it another way

PUTIN

No its not gay, its like the opposite of gay

TRUMP

How does that even begin to make sense - ay?

BOTH (CHORUS)

WE GOT THIS, WE GOT IT LOCKED DOWN, APOCALYPSE

NOW!

PUT THE HAMMER AND THE SICKLE IN THE BLENDER WITH

THE EAGLE, BLAOW!

(Suddenly the beat has stopped. The

lights are dimmer)

TRUMP

Whoa - Vlad! What happened to the beat?

PUTIN

I don’t know - shit - I can’t feel my feet

TRUMP

My nose is all runny - my hands have gone funny!

PUTIN

Hate to break it to you but they’ve always been that

way, Trump

TRUMP

No, Vlad, I’m telling you, something was up with that

last bump

PUTIN

Relax, Donnie, we ran out of coke so I crushed up some

of my girlfriends amphetamine I stole

TRUMP

Let me see the label

PUTIN

It says ’ketamine’

TRUMP

What? Vlad, we’re in the k-hole!

PUTIN

What are you talking bout? The only hole I’ve been in

yours

TRUMP

You say you stole this from your girlfriend?

PUTIN Da

TRUMP

What is she, a horse?

PUTIN

What you trying to say, guy?

TRUMP

This tranquilliser that we’re high on’s left us liable

to die. Don’t you see Vlad? The situations very very

bad - we could both have cardiac arrests, this trip

might be our last

PUTIN

Hey when did we leave? Why are we out in the street?

TRUMP

I don’t know, but it should be cold, instead I’m

sweating in this heat

PUTIN

It should be daylight, but with those clouds its like

its night

TRUMP

Where is everybody, there’s not a body in sight

PUTIN

What’s that smell in the air?

TRUMP

Are those bones over there?

PUTIN

I don’t like this Donnie

10.

TRUMP

Where the hell are we?

PUTIN

I think I saw a sign back there, it said ’this way to

Pyongyang square’

TRUMP

I think we’d best get out of here *cough*

PUTIN

Let’s just lie down a minute, until we’re thinking

clear

TRUMP

Good idea - no, Vlad, that’s the radiation sickness

poisoning our lungs

PUTIN

Donnie I’m so fucked up I... can’t think of a single

thing that rhymes with lungs...

TRUMP

Vlad - I can feel my hair falling out, my face turning

to jelly

PUTIN

I hate to tell you Donald but its always been... never

mind

TRUMP

Vlad - I don’t think we’re going to make it

PUTIN

Donald - if thats the truth I can’t take it

TRUMP

Will you do me a favour?

PUTIN What?

TRUMP

Help me savour these last moments together?

PUTIN What?

TRUMP

Once more, take me in your arms, before the both of us

have bought the farm, and so with our last breath, I

guess, attest that our loves all thats left

11.

PUTIN

*cough* Oh, Donnie

TRUMP

*cough* Oh, Vlad

(Spotlight rises slowly on the pair,

curled up together on the floor, along

with a menacing noise)

PUTIN

Look-look! The blinding light! Is it God?

TRUMP

No! It’s the mushroom cloud! Nuclear fallout!

PUTIN

Here it comes!

TRUMP

Oh, Vlad!

PUTIN

Oh, Donnie!

BOTH

PUTIN Whoa

TRUMP What?

I... LOVE...

(Spot cuts out. Lights are back up.

Beat. The two of them scramble up off

the floor, straighten out, get out their

phones)

PUTIN

Uh, hello? Yes, it’s me Natalia

TRUMP

Reince? Reince, listen... yes, bomb them, tomahawk the

shit out of them - what? No, they can’t have any

abortions, in fact give them twins, just for asking

PUTIN

They voted what? Well, kill them, and mail their heads

to Yeltsin. I know, but he collects them. Oh and

Natalia - get me the briefcase. Yes, the one with the

red button. I don’t know, I just want to look at it.

12.

TRUMP

Why would I want to hear my approval ratings, Reince,

oh, but listen - ehh, can you get me, the uh, the

briefcase? You know the one I’m talking about. The

nuclear, briefcase, yeah, ixnay on the uclearnay ombay

- the launch codes, Reince, for God sake get a grip

man. I don’t know, it just feels like one of those

days. Okay, bye. Love you, bye.

PUTIN So.

TRUMP So.

PUTIN Hmm.

TRUMP

Well Vlad

PUTIN

Well Donald

TRUMP

Quite the party

PUTIN Yeah

TRUMP

You should come visit me and...

PUTIN

Melania

TRUMP

Melania, at uh, Mar-a-Lago, y’know. Lie in the sun,

drink some pina-coladas.

PUTIN

Thank you, but I’m sure you and your melanoma can enjoy

the sun just fine on your own.

TRUMP

Well, ok. Bye Vlad.

PUTIN

Bye, Donald.

TRUMP

Wait, Vlad.

13.

PUTIN Donald

TRUMP

Don’t you think its time we changed our ways?

PUTIN

I don’t follow

TRUMP

Something happened last night, didn’t it?

PUTIN

I don’t know what happened last night.

TRUMP

C’mon, something happened. Something real. And I’m not

just talking about the anal date-rape

PUTIN

I think we’ve had quite enough of-

TRUMP

Vlad. I know you feel it too

PUTIN

Donald-

TRUMP

C’mon Vlad. A love like ours could change the world.

PUTIN

Well... maybe... one more bump. For Putin and Trump.

(Beat begins to rise again)

BOTH (CHORUS)

WE GOT THIS, WE GOT IT LOCKED DOWN, APOCALYPSE

NOW!

PUT THE HAMMER AND THE SICKLE IN THE BLENDER WITH

THE EAGLE, BLAOW!

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rbeatz · 8 years ago

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French Horn Rebellion Parties to Protect the Planet for Earthjustice

Party to Protect brings together like minded musicians, artists, and performers promoting positive change. They’ve invited French Horn Rebellion to play, and we had a chance to interview one of the brothers, Robert (image below), before the event.

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Where does the name French Horn Rebellion come from and why did you pick it?

Professionally, I wanted to be a French horn player in an orchestra for most of my life… I soon realized that no matter how much you practice the horn, most people on the bus will think you play the tuba when they see your instrument case. This was discouraging. One summer, while I was still in college, I decided to intern for my older brother, David, at a music studio he was working at in New York City. I thought during the summer that live instrumentalists would occasionally be called in to record for the projects going on there. I was wrong, not once during that whole internship did a string, woodwind, or brass player come in a lay a performance down. Everything was done by one engineer on one computer, usually with samples, synthesizers, and guitars. That was discouraging as a person set on playing the French horn for a living.

We also ended up working with some inspiring musicians that summer (including people like MGMT, who we worked with on their “Time To Pretend EP”). These are the type of people that I had never met as a horn student in Chicago, and it was inspiring. So the idea started- maybe I could start writing my own music, and along with it make a modern orchestra for a modern world. As horn players, we’ve been relegated to playing music written in the 1800s, and never allowed to make anything new. Maybe we as horn players can rise up and reclaim creative ownership in this world. Maybe we can make horns sound like synthesizers, and sing on our own music. I told David about these ideas, and he was like “hell yeah, Bob.” And so the French Horn Rebellion began.

Did you two play any instruments when you were younger?

We both started on piano, and through the years picked various instruments up. Sure, I can play a bunch of stuff- Horn, trumpet, saxophone, trombone, and more … David plays piano and bassoon… but the moral of the story is that instruments are outdated. They speak a different, older (some would say more beautiful) language. We love the beauty, but also live in the modern world, and feel a desire to connect with our friends and family in way that is conversational and new. Basically, we had to learn to get over our embouchures and just rock out- even if it doesn’t sound great- and speak music’s modern language.

Is there an instrument that you currently wish you COULD play?

I wish I could play the instrument they call the “dolphin sound” in Major Lazer’s “Lean On”… if that is an instrument But seriously, my secret love is I wish I could play jazz like the greats. When I was in high school I felt a lot of passion towards jazz of the 60s and 70s. My mother didn’t want me to be a beatnik, so she refused to sign me up for jazz piano class. I ended up buying transcriptions of Ben Folds Five piano parts, and learned my jazz from there. So, needless to say, my piano playing style is a little messed up.

What was your favorite moment while at Festival Vaivén?

We did this song “Magic,” and had a social message behind it. It’s a fun dance song about falling in love, but it’s also a collaboration across borders. We live in scary times, and a time of potential conflicts. We want to change that course in what little way we can. So, for this song, we collaborated with a Mexican-based artists, and released the song only in Mexico. We then went down there and played Festival Vaivén in support of the song. It was an amazing moment seeing everybody in the audience singing along to this song, and understanding the message while we were there. It was a really special performance, and we are so grateful we got the opportunity.

Tell us the story of how you two got started creating music?

David and I have been making music since we were babies. Some of my earliest memories are taking piano lessons one after the other with our first-ever piano teacher, Mrs. Hoff. Apparently she called me ‘a little Mozart.’ I’m still trying to catch up with the hype.

What has been your favorite moment when creating your 2016 Album, Classically Trained?

There are a few moments I’m really proud of in that record. I think the message in ‘The Movement’ is one of my favorites, and uses French horns in a way that I think has not been done before. The song starts very simply, but by the end we made samples of samples of horn arrangements and threw them together into this triumphant chopped and screwed movement of brass players. A true French Horn Rebellion.

What do you like to do when you’re simply hanging out – aside from music?

David and I both played baseball in high school. One of our favorite pastimes in the city, (and anybody reading this article is completely invited) is to go to a monthly Mets game together. There is nothing, I mean NOTHING like drinking a beer and eating a hot dog, the smell of the grass, and enjoying the weather. Also, I’ve joined a semi-competitive softball league last year (and I’m trying to convince David to come!) and it’s become one of my favorite things to do in the city.

Do you participate in any extracurricular activities?

I contribute my time to the Big Brother Big Sister program of New York City. I got paired up with an at-risk youth in Brooklyn, and we meet twice a month to hang out and catch up about life. It’s been an unbelievably rewarding experience. I would recommend anybody to sign up for it. If you want to sign up, or learn more about it, follow this link – http://www.bbbs.org .

We’re also partaking in a concert this coming Tuesday at St Vitus in Brooklyn, NY to help raise money for EarthJustice. Earthjustice helps to protect the planet, like defending the Standing Rock Sioux Tribe against the DAPL. Or all these other initiatives including right here in New York (In a Big Win for Climate, New York Rejects Fracked Gas Pipeline).

As brothers, did you fight a lot when you were younger? Do you still fight a lot now?

I think we did used to fight, and we still fight about a lot of stuff. To make anything great, it takes a lot of differences of opinion. We’re always pushing each other in different ways to try and get better at what we do.

What are the key differences between the two of you that make you such a great collaborative team?

Well I’m glad you think we are a great collaborative team We’re always trying to improve what we do, always trying to make that beat a little hotter, a little nastier, a little groovier. We definitely operate at a deep level of understanding, being brothers that is hard to describe or recreate with others. It’s something about growing up together in the same place with the same people.

Who has been a favorite acts to collab with?

I loved making music with Jody Watley. She is a QUEEN. Seriously.

Who are your musical influences?

So many musical influences. There are the people that got us started, but then there are also folks influencing us all the time with their creativity. Just last week I became aware of a guy named Louis Cole and was immediately inspired and influenced by his spirit and groove. I also became aware of this band called Soft Hair. SO GOOD!

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Kansas football still has an early top-15 class. Can KU keep its 2 Louisiana 4-stars?

History says it will be tough.

Last weekend I took a trip to New Orleans for the Nike Opening Regional Camp. One of the themes that stood out was the talented group of players committed to the University of Kansas.

Five weeks ago, Kansas had a top-five recruiting class.

I don’t know what’s in the water in Lawrence, but whatever it is, David Beaty better bottle it and hold it near and dear to his heart forever. This month, Beaty got verbals from three four-star recruits. WR JaMarr Chase, WR Devonta Jason, and CB Corione Harris all committed to the Jayhawks, part of a load of six early KU commits from Louisiana.

It’s dipped a bit, but KU is still in the top-15. That’s surprising.

For one, Kansas is far away from New Orleans. For another, it’s Kansas. So I asked the recruits to explain what was happening.

Kansas’ top commitment is Devonta Jason, a four-star receiver from New Orleans (La.) Landry-Walker High School.

“It’s a family, a great atmosphere, great coaching staff, great from what I’ve known, everything’s great right now at Kansas,” Jason said. “The Kansas pipeline, Louisiana to Lawrence is working right now.”

The reason Kansas is finding success in Louisiana is coach Tony Hull, the former coach of Warren Easton High School in New Orleans.

“He’s got good character, he’s a great person,” Jason said of Hull.

Most of the Louisiana commitments, and almost all of their head coaches have known Hull since his high school coaching days.

“Coach Hull has been up there, he knows all those area guys, he coached at Warren Easton, so I’ve known him for a long time, maybe since middle school,” Harris said. “And then you got Mike Lee to call and Travis Jordan going up there, like he just made me feel like home along with all the other recruits so it’s like a family up there.

Explaining his commitment to Kansas to friends and family has been interesting for Harris.

“They’re surprised about the record,” Harris said. “but you can’t look at the record, you gotta make the record, it’s up to the players to play and the coaches to coach, so at the end of the day, I can make my own legacy.

Holding on to their commitments won’t be easy. Four-star receiver JaMarr Chase’s commitment lasted only a week.

“I mean, I’m committed,” Jason said when asked if he was 100-percent committed to the Jayhawks.

Harris maintains that he is still quite open to hearing from other schools.

“LSU kinda slowed down but Mississippi State picked up,” he said. “Tennessee, and a lot of other schools have been calling, so we’ll see how this turns out. I mean yeah I’m still open to hear [from other schools] but it’s just going to be hard”

I don’t give Kansas much of a shot of holding on to these elite prospects. Since Jason and Harris entered middle school, Kansas has won three Big 12 games. Total. If Kansas can drastically improve on the field this year, perhaps its chances go up.

But even if the elite prospects like Jason and Harris do later decommit, they’ve already done Kansas a solid.

Because their commitments got me to write about Kansas. And that increases the chance that good prospects (perhaps not elite ones) take notice of the Jayhawks. The thought process goes something like “hmm, if those guys rated higher than me like Kansas, perhaps I should check it out.”

The situation reminds me of the Jordan Scarlett saga, from the class of 2015. Scarlett, of Ft. Lauderadale (Fla.) University School committed in December 2013 to FAU, where his former coach Roger Harriott had been hired.

I never bought it, writing “Jordan Scarlett committing to FAU brings good publicity to the school locally and in the state. I'd be shocked if he signed.”

Scarlett’s commitment lasted six months. He later committed to Miami, and then Florida, where he enrolled. While Scarlett has never admitted that he had no true intention to play at FAU, or that he did it just to give positive publicity to his former coach, it did draw good PR for the Owls.

It’s just hard to see Kansas plucking four-star prospects from Louisiana and holding on to them for eight months, especially when they’ll be visiting much better programs.

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Speedy Louisiana receiver Lawrence Keys has more than 40 college offers, but Texas Tech, Houston and Nebraska are standing out. Why? Relationships.

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DBs can't lock down Lawrence Keys III

SB Nation caught up with Lawrence Keys III, one of the fastest prospects in Louisiana. He has 40+ scholarship offers, but three schools stand out for the four-star recruit. More: http://ift.tt/2nojNMY

Posted by SB Nation College Football on Wednesday, March 22, 2017

Joshua Moore might be the smoothest receiver in the country. The IMG Academy prospect spoke with SB Nation, revealing his visit plans, and that the teams in his top ten that easily made the cut were, in no order, Ohio State, Alabama, Florida State, Tennessee, and Georgia. His twin brother, Jordan, is a Texas A&M commitment. Moore’s 3.96 short shuttle time at the Orlando Nike Opening Camp is the best of any receiver over 6’0 this year.

Josh Moore might be the smoothest receiver recruit in 2018

Josh Moore makes playing receiver look so easy. Read about his top schools and future visit plans here: http://ift.tt/2mph0DZ

Posted by SB Nation College Football on Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Jacob Copeland, another top receiver from Pensacola (Fla.) has Clemson, Auburn and Florida on top. I love Copeland’s physicality, and while I feel he may be more physically maxed out at his age than some of his peers, his SPARQ score of 107 is very strong for a 6’0, 192-pound player.

Newsletter favorite Michael Ezeike, a former Nigerian soccer player, has picked up offers from UCLA, Colorado, Vanderbilt, Oregon, and Boston College since we profiled him. His offer list has nearly doubled. He followed up Thursday, saying that Tennessee, Nebraska, TCU and Cal are also are close. His updated measurements are 6’5.5 and 220 pounds.

Soccer player turned football star is seeing his recruitment t...

Big Mike Ezeike played soccer growing up. But at 6'5 and 210 pounds with that soccer footwork, soft hands, and mean streak, he is beginning to attract the attention of a lot of college football teams. UCLA offered this week.

Posted by SB Nation College Football on Wednesday, March 15, 2017

QB Dorian Thompson-Robinson released a top seven consisting of UCLA, Michigan, Florida State, Cal, North Carolina, South Carolina, and Oregon, in no order. He has already guaranteed that UCLA and Michigan will make his final five.

I think I got played by Colson Yankoff, the Idaho QB who committed to Washington Wednesday. Not once in our open-ended conversation Sunday did he mention Washington, a school who had not yet offered. He raved about Cal, and talked about wanting to visit TCU and Nebraska.

The Badgers picked up Jack Sanborne, a four-star linebacker out of Illinois. I have not yet seen him play, but will be in Chicago in a few weeks.

QB Cammon Cooper of Lehi (Utah) recently picked up an Ole Miss offer. I asked him which schools are standing out the most.

“It could change because a lot of schools are talking to me now, but based on relationships with coaches probably Washington state Boise Tennessee maybe ASU,” Cooper said. “Ole miss is just really new and I haven't made a relationship with their staff yet, which I look forward to doing.”

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