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[starrywangxian]

if marvel even breathe in the same room as someone who ever even thinks about making an into the spiderverse live action, you know marvel is in the shitter

[thedeviltohisangel]

Hourglass//1//

Normally the sound of her voice brought, at the very least, happiness. It meant he could put down the walls and smile and laugh and not worry about someone judging him for every action he made. But right now he wasn’t in the mood. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to drink and wallow and feel bad for himself. She would never let him wallow. He splashed some cold water on his face as he heard her footsteps coming up the stairs.

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“Nix? You in here?” Normally the sound of her voice brought, at the very least, happiness. It meant he could put down the walls and smile and laugh and not worry about someone judging him for every action he made. But right now he wasn’t in the mood. He wanted to be alone. He wanted to drink and wallow and feel bad for himself. She would never let him wallow. He splashed some cold water on his face as he heard her footsteps coming up the stairs.

“In here,” he called back. No point in trying to avoid her now.

“Hey. Just came to check in. Speirs said you looked a little...forlorn.” Ron had actually said Nixon looked like shit. “Jump not great?”

“I made it out. Two others behind me made it out. Others got blown up over Germany somewhere.” She noticed his hand was shaking as he poured another glass of Vat 69. 

“Sorry to hear that.” 

“Oh, well. Wasn’t me!” He threw the empty bottle into the trash then stalked out of the room. 

“Nix-”

“No, El, I don’t have the capacity for your psychological probing tonight.” Ella stopped behind one of the chairs around the table he was sitting at. 

“It’s either I do it or Dick does it.” She knew the man in question was on his way right now. Intending to tell Nixon about his recent demotion. Ella had asked Dick to let her go first. Maybe she could soften him up or help him anticipate the blow. Didn’t seem like she would be able to do either.

“I don’t want to see him. How about you leave and go tell him that?” She let him down two more glasses of whiskey before speaking.

“Please don’t speak to me like that. You’ve had a crap day and too much to drink but I deserve more than that tone right now.”

“Stop behaving like a fuckng princess or whatever it is you are. The world sucks and sometimes people don’t bow to you.” She swallowed the lump in her throat. She didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her cry and she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of her leaving. 

“Why do you do this to me?” Ella was getting tired. Tired of Lewis Nixon and all the baggage that went along with him. Tired of long nights filled with whispers and gentle touches. Tired of those mornings being filled with him not remembering. Tired of having to remind him he was married and he shouldn’t tell Ella how much he loved her and wanted to marry her. Tired of Nix getting drunk and twisting the knife into her ribs she had trusted him with.

“Because you can’t take the hint that I don’t want to be around you. I don’t love you. Maybe I never did. Let me live out the rest of this war in peace, Ella.” Nix knew the only reason he held himself together while saying those words was because of the alcohol in his glass. Otherwise he’d be shaking like he did back in Bastogne. Would have shed more than a few tears. He knew, and she knew, that he didn’t mean those words anymore than he meant any words he said when he was drunk. But Nix couldn’t spend one more moment around her without wanting to burn the world down so they could be together. Pushing her away was the only way to put down the torch.

“Well, sadly, Lewis Nixon...I love you.” Her words hit him one at a time, each blow being absorbed individually, as she walked slower out of the house than she had in. Heavier footsteps followed her retreating ones. No doubt Dick had decided to make his entrance after seeing the woman with her head hung so low.

“Hey.”

“I told her I didn’t love her. Never did.” Dick didn’t even need to ask. 

“Was it you or the Vat 69 talking?”

“Both. I’m married, remember?” People in the Nixon family didn’t get divorced. People in her family didn’t marry men who had been married before. It wouldn’t have worked even if they tried.

“I thought we were all forgetting that,” Dick noted sarcastically. He had made that same point to his friend more times than he could count. Each time it was waved and explained away.

“It’s for the best we both stop seeing each other. In any capacity.” He took the last bit from the bottle.

“Maybe it’s for the best you stop that too.” Everyone had noticed that the drinking was beginning to be too much. That Nix was slowly but surely slipping away.

“At least now that she’s gone I don’t have to be ganged up on all the time.” Nix stood angrily from the chair and moved back towards his bedroom. What he needed was a nice long sleep. Maybe to never even wake up again.

“How long do you think that will last?”

“Excuse me?” Nix asked with an edge to his voice that was entirely on purpose.

“As soon as you sober up, you’ll be asking her to take you back.” He did it all the time. And every time he said it was the last time and every time Ella said next time she wouldn't take him back. Dick had watched the toxic cycle repeat over and over the past few months. Try as he might, he knew there was no stopping them. Maybe in a convoluted way, they were meant to be together. But this was no backdrop for it. This was no way to live or love.

“I’m so sick of people acting like they know me. Saying they know me better than I know myself. Ella and I are not meant to be together. We were not made for each other to have in this lifetime. I’ve accepted that, Dick. Watching those boys die today made me realize that I should stop trying to force my way into her life. Stop trying to force her into mine.” He collapsed onto his bed and hung his head. “We aren’t always meant to be with our soulmates. Sometimes loving someone isn’t enough.” Oh but Nixon knew it was quite the opposite. That he loved Ella too much. That is was all encompassing and sometimes suffocated him. That touching her was like touching a pan on a stove top. It burned and lingered. If he allowed himself to love her, truly love her the way he wished to, they’d burn out. And that would hurt even more.

“The press keep hounding me on when you’ll be in a safe enough place for them to interview you again. The magazines back home have you on every cover and they want more.” Ella rolled her eyes as she lit a cigarette and continued to stomp her way through the streets of Germany. 

“Can’t you remind them this is a war?” She was fully aware that the government had signed off on her trip to the frontline because of the glorified nature the coverage would take. The last name Ford meant cameras followed where she went. It meant she had had no problem procuring a lipstick or a clean dress. But the men around her had been unable to secure a hot meal or warm coat. It felt wrong. 

“No. I can’t.” 

“That’s an unacceptable answer, Mr. Perry. Either you manage the hounds on your end or I will light them on fire when they get too close. Is that understood?” She was in no mood to play politics with media magnates hundreds of miles away.  She didn’t want to blame her mood on Lew but she was. Fighting with him took so much out of her. His words also cut to a level where it felt like pieces of her were being removed. Right now she was like a wounded animal who needed somewhere quiet and dark to heal. 

“Miss Ford-” She shut the door behind her before her handlers could follow her into the building she had been using as refuge the past couple of days.

“How’d that go?” It was Ron, the reason she had found herself wandering Nixon’s way in the first place. She wonders if Dick was able to talk to him. How he was taking the news of his demotion. Then she remembered she didn’t care anymore and shook the thought from her mind.

“Nix and his jump or the demons that follow me around all day?” She flicked her current cigarette to the side and lit a new one.

“Both.”

“Well the jump was a disaster and Lewis Nixon wishes to never see me again-”

“El-”

“-and the papers back home want another interview and photo call with me but I just don’t think I can do that anymore. I don’t think I want to be here anymore. In fact, I think I am quite ready to go home.” It was as if saying the words out loud made them make perfect sense. That was that and her mind was made up. She would start packing her bag right now.

“I don’t know him that well but I doubt he meant what he said.” Ron followed her into her room and felt helpless as she started shoving things into bags.

“That’s the thing. I’ve had it completely backwards. I thought he was his most honest when he was sober but today I’ve realized that that is not when he is his true self. He is his truest self when he is drowning in whiskey. Those are the moments when he has lied to me. Today was his first time telling me the truth.” She felt unwanted. Like a scrap no one wanted. All she was good for was parading around in pretty dresses and smiling for the cameras. Everyone wanted a piece of her image but no one wanted the real her.

“If it’s any consolation, the rest of the guys like you a lot.” She had to smile at that. For some reason she had been drawn to Ron and the rest of Easy. She recognized the same outcast in them she had in herself. They were a band of misfits but that is what kept them so close together. Bonded them for life. She considered herself lucky to get to experience that if only for a moment in time.

“It is. Thank you, Ron.” She took one last deep breath, shouldered her bag and marched back the way she had come. The group of bloodthirsty monsters she had left were still there waiting for.

“Ma’am, we-”

“I’ve made a decision, Mr. Perry. I’m ready to go home. The press can feast on me from the states.”

Reading that Kathy wanted a divorce was harder to process than Nix thinks it should’ve been. By all accounts, it had been the news he had been waiting for. The puzzle piece he had only let him think would fall into place in his darkest moments. It was hard to be confronted with something you told yourself would never happen. He had no idea how to react. Who should he tell first? Ella? Well that bridge had been burned. Dick? No. He would tell Nix to tell Ella. But his inability to divorce Kathy had been one of the exact reasons he cited for her to never see him again. He wouldn’t be able to tuck his tail far enough between his legs.

“What’s that?” Dick noticed the look on Nix’s face. It was one that said he wasn’t really there. That is mind was so far away it might be worth trying to get it back. 

“She’s divorcing me. Kathy. Well, she wants one. And she’s taking the kid and the dog. Which doesn’t make any sense because it’s my goddamn dog and she hates that dog-”

“Nix.” Even though Dick loved him like a brother, he didn’t have all the time in the world to listen to his ramblings. “Are you going to give her what she’s asking for?”

“I don’t have a fucking choice, do I? I’m here and she’s there.” He ripped a cigarette from his breast pocket, the lighter needing some coaxing before it finally flared to life and gave him some relief. “Do I tell Ella?” Dick knew what he was really asking. After all the shit I’ve put her through, are we really meant to be together?

“Colonel Sink told me she’s being put on the first flight back to the states.”

“What? That’s not possible.” Nix knew for a fact she always said she wanted to be with the men when it all ended. Be with him. Celebrate with him. 

“Whatever you said to her the other night made her decision all the easier. Apparently, her presence is merely a distraction from the important task at hand. And she could better serve her country lobbying for war bonds back home than stealing rations from the soldiers on the front line.” Dick said the words in such a bland way that Nix almost wasn’t able to process them. All he knew was that she was leaving. She was leaving and it was because of him. 

“What do I do, Dick? Let her go or ask her to stay?” Nix knew it was love but he also knew that love wasn’t always enough. Ella deserved better but he was a selfish man. He needed her more than he ever had ever needed whiskey. There was no victory for him if she wasn’t there for it. The letter in his hands was a sign that there was a piece missing in his puzzle. He had forced his marriage to try and fit into it. But he had been wrong. It had been in his pocket this entire time. He just hadn’t had the courage to put it where it belonged. But now he did. He had no choice.

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The Suns of Gunshots Ch. 2

Fandom: BTS Characters: OC/Reader & BTS: Suga, Jimin Genre: Thriller Rating: M - Violence & Death Length: 3191 Words Summary: After being saved by your friends, you find yourself swept up in a whirlwind of an unwanted adventure on Purge night. What will you do when a friend’s life is put in danger because of you? Author’s Notes: Please be aware that this story contains mature content (mostly violence), as it is a Purge related fanfic. It could potentially trigger some people, so please proceed with caution. This is my first time writing something with a lot of action and something dark like this as I normally write fluff. All feedback is greatly appreciated and welcome,within reason (don’t just tell me you hated it without giving something constructive that I can work with).  Chapter One

The two bikes pulled slowly out of the dead end alley, the heads of their drivers twisting left and right, looking up and down the one way street to see that it was clear. With my arms wrapped tightly around Yoongi’s waist, as I too peered around the newly abandoned street. Just moments ago, a large black van with five young men I attend university with had sat near the end of the road. Now, nothing but a chilling breeze met us. The only sign that life had recently vacated the street remained in the form of the small pool of liquid on the asphalt from the van. I could still hear Jin’s words echoing back at us. “Be careful. See you there,” they’d whispered in a caring manner.

I still didn’t know exactly where there was. The loop these men had did not include me in it, and that frightened me. I wanted to trust them. After all, we were all friends, spent time together, but no one was telling me anything. I didn’t know why I was still alive, I didn’t know where they were taking me, or why they’d even had the heart to protect me like this. I hadn’t asked them to put their lives in danger for me, and sure, some would say it’s what friends would do. Purge night changed everything, though. Friend turned on friend, family on family. This was the one night a year you found out where loyalties rested within others. Some people were hardcore for the Purge, and if you weren’t, that put you on their list. Others kept to themselves on the night, locking themselves away in their safe rooms, while others still cared enough to extend a helping hand to those in need.

Every bone within me wanted to believe that’s what my friends were doing now, helping me because they cared. They’d never been malicious people before. Sure, they punched each other’s arms and when one did something wrong, they had no problem letting him know, but they seemed to genuinely love each other and other people, for the most part. I could still remember the way Taehyung’s arms had wrapped around me and he seemed genuinely thrilled to see I was alive. Surely that had to say something, right?

Then again, the small, pessimistic part of my mind said they were planning on taking me somewhere to torture me. I’d heard horror stories about people being tortured, experiencing a slow death on Purge night. Though, it was hard to really know the truth, since the people sharing the stories were still alive. Regardless, I still wasn’t sure I could fully trust them, even if my feelings told me I should.

That’s what made this whole situation more awkward than it should have been, my feelings. I hadn’t told anyone, not even my best friend, but I’d been denying my growing feelings for the man I wrapped my arms around. I don’t know what it was about him that first lured me in. There was something about his eyes, something that said he’d seen things, experienced things that had hurt his soul more than anyone could fathom. Perhaps it was his grumpy nature, the way it made me smile at times, because it would lead to him snapping at one of the younger boys when they were goofing off too much at study group. Whatever it was, the butterflies in my stomach couldn’t have been worse with their timing. My life was on the line. This wasn’t exactly the right time to be getting giddy because I was pressed up against my crush.

The bikes inched forward slowly and as quietly as they could as we grew nearer to the mouth of the road. Jimin pulled ahead, once again leading the way and making sure it was clear of immediate signs of danger. I watched as his head turned, first scanning the street, then looking up at the buildings, checking that windows and doors looked clear. The two men’s gazes met and they seemed to share a silent conversation before Yoongi shook his head. “It’s too dangerous,” he mumbled at the other.

“It’s the best option we have. We’ll be less noticeable going that way. We passed by earlier when we were coming this way and the place is dead, pitch black. It’s better that we’re off the streets and the trees will keep larger vehicles from following us. We have to go that way.”

I looked between the two, wondering what way they were speaking of. It didn’t exactly sound like an ideal path to take, what with the pitch blackness and the supposed trees within it. It almost sounded like we would be rolling through a forest in the middle of the city, which was totally ridiculous.

Or so I thought until we pulled up to one of the entrances of the park in the center of the city. Jimin was right. There were no path lights on to light up the sidewalks like usual. There were no couples strolling by holding hands and occasionally giving each other a peck on the lips. The sounds of children playing were simply ghost echoes in my mind as my eyes stared into the darkness. My body shivered in fear and my arms subconsciously wrapped tighter around Yoongi’s waist as I stared through the gates.

“I don’t think this is a good idea, Chim,” he murmured just above a whisper. My gaze lingered on the back of his head, wondering if it was my sudden grasp of his body that had made him speak the words, but he didn’t acknowledge me, simply continued to stare at Jimin’s face as we idled there.

“We’ll be okay. We’re here now, we may as well tread forward. Just keep your lights off and stick to the path. We’ll be out in five minutes tops if we steer right.”

I swallowed a lump forming in my throat and leaned away from Yoongi as he reached for the weapons on his back. He pulled the bow from his shoulders and his gaze peered over it at me. “Know how to shoot?”

Truthfully, I didn’t, but fear had made me believe I could do anything as I nodded my head. The weapon was passed into my hands, freeing up his back as one of my arms wrapped back around to hold on, while the other cradled the bow. I silently prayed I wouldn’t be forced to learn how to shoot and that our lives wouldn’t rely on me, because we would certainly be doomed in that case, but what could I do now? I’d already said I could do it. I couldn’t just back out of it.

With a hesitant sigh, Yoongi pulled forward, following behind Jimin. We started out slow, rolling through and listening for any signs of life, but all we were met with were the sighs of the trees. Even the animals that usually scurried to and fro were out of sight, protecting themselves from those who thirsted for blood. As we wheeled our way forward, our eyes adjusted and the familiar path ahead became more visible, allowing the two men to speed up as we wove around the park, seeking out the other side.

I glanced down at my watch, lit up gently in the darkness. We had to be getting close to the other side by now. Jimin had said it would take five minutes, and it’d already been three and a half. Surely any moment we would start to see the familiar glow of the street lights and be on our way full force once again. I glanced to the right, the side Jimin was leading on, and noticed the large park pond just ahead. I remembered happier times, fishing there and skipping stones with my father when I was younger. Now it was still, only quick glimpses of the moonlight breaking through the darkness of the tree tops to alert of its presence.

It was as I was looking away that I heard it, the sounds of engines roaring from behind, and soon they were followed by a flood of headlights. “Shit,” I heard Yoongi mutter. “It’s them! Go, Chim! Step on it!”

Obeying his older friend, our bodies lurched forward as power was put into the bikes and we began to pick up speed, but we’d been too slow. The group of bikes was closing in on us quickly, faster than had been expected. My hand clung to Yoongi, my cheek pressing into his back. It was only because of this that I heard his words.

“You have to shoot them, ___! You have to use your knees to hold onto me and shoot at them!” he called against the wind.

“I can’t!”

“You have to try!”

He fell quiet and I sighed, sitting up and doing as he said, pressing my knees against his thighs and carefully slipping away. I pulled an arrow from the quiver and with shaking hands, tried to set it with the bow, but it was no use as I fumbled and failed several times.

“We’ll split up!” Jimin called from beside us now, clearly picking up on the fact that I couldn’t do this to save us. I felt a pang hit my stomach at the thought of how completely useless I was being to the two men who’d done so much for me.

“Fine, we’ll see you back at the place!” As we pulled away, I saw Yoongi look in the direction of his friend. “Be careful, Chim!” he called out to him. A hand in the air was the last we could see as he veered off to the right, the bike speeding up faster.

I glanced over my shoulder, watching a pair of headlights chase us, while a small group of others followed after Jimin, never losing any ground. I continued to watch as a gleam of light bounced off a gun that fired, creating a brief spark like fire, or the sun in the black night. My eyes watched as I heard a pop and saw what I could only imagine to be a body flying through the air, only to land out of my sight.

“Jimin!” I screamed, hot tears welling up in my eyes as more gunshots fired and I imagined the end of my friend. He was out numbered and alone. There was no one there to back him up, no one there to save him. I convinced myself of the worst. Jimin was dead. He was dead and it was my fault. I couldn’t help us when they needed me most. I couldn’t do anything right it seemed.

Yoongi, however, had managed to put considerable distance between our pursuers and ourselves. We’d made it far enough that the soft glow of the street lamps lit up in the near distance. We were almost there when a boom sounded, and before I knew what was happening, I was tumbling through the park grass, the weapon falling away from my hold. The wind had been knocked from my body as my dizzy gaze stared up into the darkness above.

“Come on,” someone whispered as a hand pulled me up to my feet. “Keep moving, ___,” Yoongi worded.

My hand slipped easily into his, holding it tightly as we took off running before I really had time to find the ground again. “But the bow and arrows!” I worried I’d lost them forever, but when I turned back around, I saw the quiver on his back and the bow in his free hand as we ran into the street and turned into a nearby alley. The sounds of the bikes grew louder as they closed the distance between us.

In the darkness of our new hiding spot, Yoongi pulled his black leather coat from his back and shoved it onto my arms. “Wear this. Don’t move a muscle. Breathe slowly through your mouth. Don’t gasp, don’t speak, don’t cry. You can do this.”

I had no choice but to obey my protector as my arms slid into the coat and he pulled the hood over my head. My mind wandered what he would do, his skin milky white and his silver hair cutting through the night like a knife. He would surely be seen. He backed me up against a dumpster, forcing me to curl up into a sort of ball and shuffling a few full trash bags around me before he darted further down the alley. I wondered if this was his way of getting rid of me, leave me to fend for myself while he made a getaway. It was a genius idea, really.

Regardless of his plan, I did as I was told, breathing slowly from my mouth and taking care not to make any noises that might give me away. It was difficult to keep my teeth from chattering against one another as I sat there huddled up in my dark corner. Headlights flooded the dark alley and a shadow appeared. It walked slowly, taking care to make sure it didn’t pass up any potential hiding places. I felt the dumpster lurch behind me, and listened as the lid was raised and the person poked around inside, probably expecting to find someone within.

I watched as the man walked by, glancing in my direction, but my face was hidden by a curtain of dark hair and the black hood. It was then that I realized I must look something like one of the trash bags I was surrounded by, and this gave me hope that we would pull through. I watched as the man walked further and my breath caught in my throat as I noticed he had stopped and was looking at something. I could only imagine it was Yoongi.

Distracted by the threat, I hadn’t noticed my head had risen and my breathing had increased. I didn’t notice a second person approaching until he was upon me, pulling me up to a standing position.

“Gotcha! Shame, you’re pretty cute, but you’re hanging out with those guys, so you’re no good to me.”

He pulled a knife from his pocket and I watched as the blade slung out. Despite my best efforts to wriggle free, his hold across my chest was tight and unrelenting. Everything seemed to go in slow motion, the way the knife rose through the air toward my throat, the way a single hot tear rolled down my cheek, the sound of a scream, followed by a prick to my back.

The knife clattered to the ground and I felt myself go free. I stepped forward quickly and looked behind me, watching my captor fall to the ground with an arrow protruding through his chest. I didn’t care that I’d been slightly cut by the weapon, I didn’t care that I was staring at a dead man at my feet. Without thinking, my legs took off at a run, headed straight for the man with the bloodied lip and beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

With little thought, my arms flung around Yoongi’s neck, my face burying in his chest as I clung to him. It took a second before a single strong arm wrapped around my waist and held me for a moment.

“Thank you,” I whispered into his shirt.

His voice was softer than usual, kinder than it’d been all night as he whispered. “That’s the second time tonight. Let’s not make a habit of this, yeah?” he teased.

For a moment, we were still, simply remained in the embrace until he finally pulled away with a sigh. His hand slipped into mine as he tugged me down the alley, toward the two bikes that had been left behind by his victims.

“Wait,” I whispered, tugging at his hand. “We have to go back for Jimin.”

He groaned and shook his head. “We can’t. We need to keep moving, get to safety. Jimin is capable of taking care of himself. He’ll be okay.”

I didn’t believe him though. If by some miracle, he’d managed to escape with his life, he’d probably been hurt. All I could imagine was his body on the ground, in pain, hoping that Yoongi and I would return to help him. “Yoongi, please,” I begged quietly.

He seemed to contemplate my request before he sighed in a grumpy manner. “Fine, but if there’s any signs of trouble lingering there, we’re splitting, okay?”

I nodded and together we approached the bikes and mounted one. Like before, my arms slipped easily around his waist as he traced our steps back to the park in hopes of finding our friend. As we grew closer, Yoongi killed the lights and slowed, our eyes scanning the area for any signs of life but finding none. Taking a deep breath, we went back into the park and in the direction we’d last seen Jimin.

A safe distance away, we parked the bike and took to our feet, looking for the other. Squinting through the darkness, I knelt down, hoping that I would be able to catch sight of the form of a body on the ground, but instead, I found something much worse.

“Yoongi!” I whispered in his direction, watching as he hurried over. My finger extended to the dark spot that tainted the grass, my stomach dropping as I looked up at him. The blood trailed toward the pond, leading us to follow it right up to the water’s edge.

“Jimin!” I softly called over the surface, but Yoongi’s hand clasped against my mouth and he shook his head. Just off in the near distance of the road, we could hear a motorbike slowly circling around the park, probably looking for signs of us.

A finger touched Yoongi’s lips to shush me as he slowly led me away. We’d almost made it back to our stolen bike when the sound returned, much closer this time. I found myself pulled into Yoongi’s chest as he pressed his back into a tree trunk, his gaze looking in the direction of the sound on the other side. His dark jacket still on my shoulders shadowed us in the night as the bike passed by. He didn’t release me when it left, though. Instead, we remained in an awkward, but comfortable embrace as my gaze drifted up to find his.

“We… We should go,” I stumbled over my words, realizing the lustful temptation that echoed in my mind, encouraging me to take his lips in my own. I scolded myself, reminded myself the longer we stood there, the longer we were in danger of being caught.

He nodded and we returned yet again to the bike, getting on and bringing it to life. As we sat there for a moment, I said a little prayer for Jimin, that his soul would rest peacefully, or he would manage to survive the night and get to a hospital first thing in the morning. At this rate, it was all I could do as we pulled away from the park without looking back.