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obeythedemons · 3 years ago

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When his heart first skipped a beat [Obey Me! Headcanons]

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Lucifer

"No," MC stood their ground in front of him. He narrowed his eyes and told them to move once more. "I'm not moving, you need your rest." They spread their arms out as if their body would be enough to stop him. "I'm going to take care of your brothers, you go to bed."

"Who do you think you are ordering me around? You don't have a pact with me," he lowered his voice in an attempt to intimidate them.

"Your friend," MC replied, not at all scared of him. Instead, they looked up at him with a look that made him want to take a step back.

He felt his heart squeeze and his eyes widened at the sensation. He shook his head. Perhaps the exhaustion was giving him heart palpitations.

"Fine," he sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "But once I wake up, things had better be in order."

Mammon

"I don't want to make a pact with him like this, Levi," he heard MC talking in the kitchen. He frowned and crossed his arms over his chest as he continued to eavesdrop.

"I want my money back, MC," Levi whined. "If you make a pact with him you can force him to give it back to me."

"But forcing someone to do something isn't right," MC protested.

"If he forms the pact with you, then that's his fault!"

"But holding Goldie hostage?" Mammon's eyes widened at the thought of his credit card being found. He peeked around the corner, seeing MC chipping away at the ice block surrounding his precious card.

"Just do it, MC," Levi said with a roll of his eyes.

"I don't want to use Mammon like that," MC murmured, sadness evident on their face. He felt his heart squeeze at the sight of someone not wanting to treat him like the scumbag he is. Taking a deep breath, he sauntered into the kitchen. Maybe he'd let them think they'd form a pact with him just for Goldie.

Leviathan

"Hey Levi!" he heard MC's voice from behind his door. He rolled his eyes and shared a look with Henry 2.0.

"Password?" Levi called back, going back to gaming.

"I-I don't know it," he heard MC mutter. "I-sorry, I just wanted to see if you wanted to watch some anime from the human world with me?"

His fingers froze as they were keying out commands to his character. With a sigh, he paused the game and dragged himself to the door. He looked at them, expecting them to laugh at his face.

"Human world anime?" he questioned.

"Uhuh," MC grinned and held up a disc set. "It's my favorite one."

"W-wait!" Leviathan took a step back. "You like anime?"

MC tilted their head to the side. "Well, yeah?"

He gulped. His heart skipped a beat before pounding away heavily.

Satan

"Just put it on, MC," Asmo cooed. "I promise he'll love it."

"I don't know," MC sounded reluctant.

With a sigh, Satan looked up from his book to Asmo's closet where the other two were. "What are you trying to make MC do, Asmo?"

"Oh hush!" Asmo stuck his head out of the closet. "You'll see in just a second!" Asmo winked at Satan before heading back in. "Just wear it, MC! Please!"

He heard MC let out an exasperated breath of air followed by Asmo's cheering. Asmo sauntered out of the closet with a wide grin on his face, but when he looked at Satan that grin turned mischievous.

Satan narrowed his eyes at him. "What did you do?" Before Asmo could answer, Satan's attention was diverted to the soft footsteps of MC leaving the closet. His eyes widened, his heart skipped several beats to where he was wondering if he was dying, he felt a rush of heat spread across his face.

"Do they look stupid?" MC questioned, adjusting the cat ears they were wearing.

"They look fine," Satan answered quickly, burying his face in his book, but unable to read with the image of MC stuck in his face.

Asmodeus

He smiled seductively at the camera before hitting a snack. After the photo was taken, he hummed with content as he looked it over. Perfect angle. Perfect lighting. Perfect model. It was a perfect photo, but for some reason, he had no desire to post it on Devilgram. Not, his desire was to share it with one person.

"And send," he spoke, sending his selfie to MC.

It only took a few seconds before they responded.

MC: !!!!!

MC: It's not fair how beautiful you are!

Asmo chuckled before typing away.

Asmo: Let me see how cute you are <3

It took a couple of seconds before a photo popped up. Asmo let a snort come out. He hid his face with his hands from the rather unattractive noise that just came out.

He peaked at the photo of MC making the most unattractive face possible. He burst out laughing, his heart dancing about happily.

Beelzebub

He had just gotten back from practice and starving was an understatement. He was sweating, his hands were shaking, he felt nauseated, he felt like he was going to die from his hypoglycemic episode. He stumbled into the kitchen, searching desperately for food.

"Beel! Perfect timing," he faintly heard MC's voice call, but he couldn't see them. His vision was getting blurry. "Beel?" Their voice sounded concerned. He narrowed his eyes, trying to focus, but the hunger was becoming too much.

"Food," he managed to get out as he put most of his body weight on the kitchen counter. He was getting dizzy.

A couple of seconds later, he felt something press up against his lips. He opened his mouth and swallowed whatever it was. There was more. This time, he noticed it was sweet and he chewed it. It was crunchy.

His vision started to focus back. He looked down seeing MC frown up at him. They held a batch of cookies in their hands.

"Are you okay?" they asked quietly. Beel nodded his head, eyeing the other cookie. MC let out a breath of relief before they handed him another. He happily ate it, savoring the sweet taste. "Do they taste okay? I baked them just for you?"

Beel's heart thumped heavily. "Just for me?" he questioned with his mouth fool. He swallowed the cookies and smiled happily. "They taste amazing!"

Belphegor

"Belphie," he heard a distant voice call to him. Although, this voice didn't seem to be too distant, just in the realm of the waking. "Belphie, if you sleep here you'll catch get cold."

Belphie reached his arms out and tightly gripped the person shaking his shoulder. They yelped as he brought them close to him. His arms wrapped around them.

"Then keep me warm," he retorted. He buried his face in their chest. He froze when he inhaled. It wasn't the sent of his brothers, but someone else.

He peaked his eyes opened, seeing MC close to him. His heart thumped heavily at MC's bewildered expression. With a yawn, he sat up, acting like he wasn't affected by MC's scent. It was comforting, warm.

Diavolo

MC was sitting at his desk while he finished up some paperwork. He had expected to be finished with them by the time MC got there, but alas, here he was.

"Lord Diavolo?" MC questioned, drawing the demon prince of Hell from his work.

"Yes, MC?"

"Do you like being called Lord Diavolo?" He looked up at them, seeing them look off to the side, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"I suppose if I had friends, I wouldn't want them to call me Lord Diavolo."

MC pouted, their lips sticking out. "You don't consider us friends?"

Diavolo's eyes widened. A painful sensation burst from his heart, though he wouldn't call it unpleasant. In fact, he wanted to feel it again.

"I would very much like to consider us friends."

"Good, Dia," MC grinned widely at him, making his heart flutter once more.

Barbatos

He was looking everywhere for the human. Somehow, they had gotten separated at the market. Something had caught his eye and he wandered off, but he had a sneaking suspicion that the same thing also happened with MC.

"Help!" he heard the human screech. His eyes widened as he sprinted to where the scream came from. A demon was towering over their form, salivating at the sight of the human's soul.

With a flick of his wrist, the demon was sent flying through a wall. Barbatos grabbed MC's hand and dragged them away from the alleyway they were trapped in.

"Are you hurt?" Barbatos asked once they were a distance away. His eyes trailed over MC's form, looking for any scratches or bruises.

"No," MC mumbled, looking down shamefully.

Barbatos frowned. "What's wrong?"

"I..." MC sighed. "I ruined our trip to the market together, I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize," Barbatos shook his head. "All that matters is that you're not injured."

MC gave him a weak smile. "Thank you, Barbatos." They paused for a moment. "Oh! That's right." They dug through their bag. "I bought this for you. It's not much, but I wanted to thank you for bringing me here today." Barbatos's eyes landed on a bouquet of lilacs. "They're flowers from the human realm! I was surprised to see them here."

Barbatos felt his cheeks heat up and his heart dance about. Lilacs, the flowers indicating the first sign of love.

Simeon

"And how have you been adjusting here?" Simeon questioned as he took a sip of his tea. He smiled kindly at MC. "I know it's been a couple of months now, but a lot has happened since then."

"It has," MC nodded. "To be honest, I was surprised to actually meet some demons and a couple of angels, I didn't know what to think. Humans have some pre-conceived notions on angels and demons, but seeing as I've never met one, I didn't want to let that cloud my judgment."

Simeon chuckled. "That's a very diplomatic way of seeing things."

MC shook their head. "I didn't do it to try and protect myself or get anything from any of you, I wanted to get to know all of you for who you are, not what you are. And after I got to know you, I wanted to be your friend!"

Simeon smiled brightly at MC, loving the feeling of his heart skipping a beat at their kindness.

Solomon

"Just hold still for a moment," Solomon warned as he glanced at his book. "Alright, let me just...." He trailed off into muttering the encantation. His eyes flickered off from the book to where MC was standing in the circle. "How are you feeling?"

MC blinked at him. Their eyes drooping shut. "Tired." Their knees buckled and they started to fall forward. Cursing, Solmon rushed forward and caught them in his arms before they could hit the wooden blanks below.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, manipulating their body so he could look at their face.

They gave him a lopsided grin. "Just need...some sleep. But the encantation should help with insomnia," MC yawned. Their eyes drifting shut. "But maybe not with relaxing, this is a bit...too much." MC turned and buried their face in his chest. "Protect me while I sleep?"

Solomon's face turned a bright red. He adjusted MC a bit so that he was able to hold them tightly against him. "Of course, I'll always protect you." He ignored the wild hammering in his chest, opting to look after his fellow human.

#Obey Me!#Obey ME #Fluff #Lucifer #Mammon #Leviathan #Satan #Asmodeus #Beelzebub #Belphegor #Diavolo #Barbatos #Simeon #Solomon #Headcanon

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years ago

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Hi Goldy, JK was bold in the past, around 2017-2019 (to me, gcf & rosebowl can be considered as ‘coming out’). But it seems he now prefers to stay closeted? E.g. he snatched JM’s hand in the Xylitol x BTS shoot, then looked at the camera. Holding hands is normal among members… a lot of his interactions with Jin, V and other members are more intimate than holding hands… his reaction makes me feel like he wants me to pretend I didn’t know…?

Sorry I've been a bit AWOL lately...

I'm busy being the man of my woman's dreams in a cis het anti black capitalist world

Fun times.

I saw that bit, uWu-ed and kept it pushing.

It's nothing new really. I think a few months back when I was out here screaming Jikook are toning down, acting super professional around the cameras yadda yadda people out here were looking at me like I'd lost my two delulu heads- but this segues into that theme for me and since I've exhausted the topic I don't know what else to add.

I've said before they've both been very conscious of the cameras within certain periods post October- again nothing new, they be like that every now and then every season every phase and the whys will always be up for debate in these ship streets- on that subject, I've read a lot of opinions yet I think like mine better and will stick to it. Thanks Kimberly of Delulu precinct. Walk along now. Lol.

Jimin was like that during the Coway behind the scene shoot too when he noticed the cameras and quickly elbowed Jk to draw him away from the gaze of the cameras.

I don't think it's because they stopped being 'bold' or want to pretend. It takes a lot of courage to even pretend or even perform the gay in front of the world and your peers. I think they are just awfully aware and conscious of the people they work with as well as corporation's growing awareness, intentions and interests in them. You just never know which saessang is moonlighting as a brand PA or marketing director for a company they are working with. You just never know who is watching especially whenever they have to work with these 'outsiders.'

Think of Dispatch. Were they not allies or business partners, they'd be careful around them too if they worked with them. Know what I mean?

Toning down and exercising caution is necessary sometimes. I don't know why some people think that's absurd or Tuktukkerish when I say stuff like that. Especially with the kind of reputation they have as a ship and just how commercially attractive that image is. It's common sense at this point if you ask me.

Jikook sells. Argue with the analytics. I don't know who thinks they don't. Must be the clowns and penguins. They sell period. BigHit knows this, BTS knows this, companies know this. We don't scream Jikook is a brand within a brand for no reason.

And a lot of the toning down in recent times has perhaps inadvertently mitigated that growing power and demand of them as a marketing resource- who knows, that could have as well been by design, intentionally instigated for obvious reasons which I argue is the case but don't mind me. I'm delusional, gay and apparently the man of my woman's dreams uWu. Gotta wear that pants in my relationship. Ayaya Hwaiting.

When you say he prefers to stay closested- I thought they are both closested already?? They both have never been fully out in our opinion. Yes our opinion because I feel we are like minded. Let's be delulu mates.

On the topic of closets, I want to save that for a separate post. What I can say though is they are both growing and maturing and learning and unlearning. Jungkook's desire to 'come out' or act reckless with his glass closet in my opinion stemmed from him placing more value on his personal happiness over other values perhaps because he was young and hadn't fully grasped the full and complex nature of happiness or understand the privilege he has as part of BTS.

We make decisions based on our values most times. It's how I make sense of their actions really. I'm more likely to assume things that are consistent with the values they each have expressed openly and tend to reject any theory that contradicts or is inconsistent with those values. A guy who values his career is less likely to act in a way that puts that career at risk. And I'm well aware their values evolve over time.

These days he has never quit as one of his mottos next to rather dead than cool- do you see the contradictions in those values? Rather dead means quitting life. Yet now he says never quit. Don't mind me. I'm in a grumpy mood.

But what I'm saying is, the desire to want to show the world who this person means to him is not fixed or a priority all the time. Now i think he values his career a lot more than before which means he is more likely to compromise and less likely to do things that may put that career in jeopardy.

Transferring that to his relationship, I don't expect him to be breaching the glass closet anytime soon. And if he do, it might be incidental and may carry with it consequences which I believe he is well aware and concious of now. Will that change? You bet. Again it depends a lot on what his values in a given moment are and which ones he prioritizes.

It's their relationship. They chose which aspects of it they want to share with the cameras. Some of it get written off as fanservice. Fair enough. But the nonfanservice passing moments has always been questionable- although I must say, I find all Jikook moments and interactions questionable lol.

It's just skinship. Holding hands I mean. Why would he be conscious of that right? II'vetalked about consequences and repercussions of their actions. Sometimes I think it's the off screen scolding that gets to him. The ones silently whispered at his back. I mean we saw his reaction when Jimin was getting scolded by the hyungs for sleeping late. He's talked about skipping sleep too if I recall correctly. Jimin is hyung and I know the hyungs expect him to know better and do better. I'd Imagine Jimin would equally scold JK if his actions reflected poorly on him too.

So why the hell would he not say anything to Jungkook for posting on his birthday when he hadn't posted at all for any hyung's??? Sigh.

It's sad his guards are back up- but it's for good reason I believe given the context of the situation.

I don't think dramatizing his dynamic with Jimin makes him bold. Nor does Jimin's propensity to over express himself with Jungkook mean he loves Jungkook more than. Both are extreme takes for me.

Nevertheless, I contrast that moment with a Tae Kook moment which is one of my favorite tuktukk moments. In this moment, JK is staring at Jimin, his whole body turned towards him. Tae notices the cameras and draws JK's attention to it. I think there are two such moments like that from the recent contents? I don't know I have to cross check.

Tae in that moment reminded me a lot of Jimin. Jimin does this too- play out their relationship infront of the cameras to the point one might say he likes to show off their bond- which is such a BTS thing to do too so no big deal. I mean they like to show off their bond and chemistry as Tae said a while back.

It's one thing for JK to hesitate to act with a member because of the cameras, it's another for him to act self conscious only after the fact.

And JK has always been him like this with Jimin as Jimin used to say- JK acts different with me off cameras than he is on camera. He had a history of suppressing himself around Jimin owing in part to his personality

He's talked about putting on a mask around people and in a recent interview Jimin have talked about pretending and acting one way when he's not- I mean I've ever talked about the boy being in love with the Maknae being a facade- one of many.

They have public personas which, from what BTS themselves say, looks slightly different or similar to what we see on screens- or that they've grown to be more like what we see on screens.

I guess what I'm getting at is that 'pretending' isn't exactly a new thing or out of the ordinary. Personally I'd say he's being conscious of his surroundings like Jimin was and not that he is 'pretending.' If you know what I mean.

If he's pretending he has good reason to I believe and we can only speculate on that- we can't know for sure why.

If Jikook is fanservice then there's no need for either of them to worry about the cameras picking up on their interactions or who's watching them.

What goes on in Tae's head? I wanna know.

I don't know where to direct this post because you didn't really ask a question.

I'm fine thanks for asking. I'm really fine. I'm thinking of joining Jimin in the gym at 3am to bench press and build some biceps to match my role in my relationship😒

And no I don't need any advice. Keep it.

This is going to be my attitude until we switch back😐

I'm gonna be a boyfriend from hell and a blogger from satan's ass.

Also I think I overshare💀

GOLDY

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invisi-trashghost · 4 years ago

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How would the brothers react that a dragon suddenly appears and becomes affectionate to MC leading a discovery that MC is secretly a Dragon Tamer?

If you saw the post from earlier... yeah that’s one of my inspirations to do something like this.

I haven’t seen an Obey Me! Dragon rider! MC around so... I’ll base these on the Roblox game: Dragon Adventures and the dragons that I have in my inventory. (I hope you like visual aids) Also there’ll be two parts since, idk if you want to hear more about this idea ._.

Mother (feathered dragon)

Dysuva (bat dragon) Lucifer:

Both of you were just walking around in a park.

Then suddenly, *boom* a dragon just landed in front of you two.

Lucifer was ready to protect you from the beast until you suddenly screamed its name and jumped in front of him.

*cue internal surprised pikachu face, jk*

You didn’t mean to surprise him this way, but you also didn’t miss his eyes widening in said emotion when, you protected him from your aggressive bat-like dragon.

You explain to him, that you raised them from an egg, took care of them wayyyy before you came into the Devildom.

You were also surprised when, your other dragons you raised suddenly pounced on you, as if they are children missed their parent.

How on earth did they get there?

Cue a long hour lecture from Mr. Pridy McPrideface.

If you are devoted in taking care of dragons

Said McPrideface is also proud of you for taking care of such majestic beasts.

Loves to hear you to talk about the dragons, their species, the ways to tame them, fond memories, etc.

Will try to Intimidate them into listening to him.

His favorite dragon kind would be: The Dysuva (Bat dragon) and Mother (Feathered Dragon).

Also partial on the Numine (Titan Dragon) species.

He will be touched when you name a powerful dragon after him.

Definitely would try to use your aggressive dragons to keep an eye on Mammon.

Magmips (salamander dragon): Goldie and Lilith

Numine (Titan dragon) Mammon:

You and Mammon would be out on the town, trying a new money making scheme.

Until a golden-like dragon lands in front of you.

He’s super torn about the situation: should he run away to protect you or try to grab the dragon and sell it for like a bajillion grimm.

About to get a heart attack when you approach it with a smile.

When he was it being affectionate with you, he calmed down.

You explained to him that you were going to tell him that you are a dragon tamer, he will pout.

You’ve been holding off with this info from him?

He will try to use your dragons with his “business��

Will stop if this upsets you though.

His favorite will forever be the Magmip that showed up in front of him.

Not just because it’s a golden like dragon, it also has the same eye colors that he has.

The Numine that was named after him and the rare special event dragons.

You explain that dragon’s name is Goldie.

Feeling mischievous, you ask him to show him another Magmip.

Fortunately, he has his sunglasses.

Unfortunately though, he didn’t wear them.

His brothers laughed when he came back temporarily blind.

Kinda smiles a bit after hearing that the blinding inducing dragon is named: Lilith.

He’ll get a big head if you named a fast flying dragon after him, even more so when the said dragon has his colors.

May or may not beg for you to call a dragon and fly with him around Devildom together.

Taraka (Leviathan Dragon)

Krekiz (shark dragon)

Amphyll (axolotl dragon) Leviathan:

For once, you and Levi are out on a nearby shoreline.

You were soaking your feet on the seashore, while Levi was playing on his DDD.

He thought he saw something go up the surface in the distance, but thought nothing of it and continued to play.

When he looked up again, he got himself into a panic attack.

THERE WAS A SHARK-LIKE DRAGON IN FRONT OF YOU, AND YOU’RE PETTING IT LIKE IT’S A CAT!

You’ll have to calm him down or else, pay the consequence for making him panic to the point where he cries in anxiety.

(sorry, I really wanna protect this boi since I really relate to him on some levels)

When you calmed him down, gently introduce him to your pet dragon.

Leviathan.exe stopped working, please reboot-

He’ll be awestruck on how you managed to befriend such a creature.

Also hella jealous since you found these creatures when he didn’t

Show him the other two ocean dragons, and he’ll be like a kid who got giant sized candy from Halloween.

He may want to befriend the dragons, please look after him.

Cue the “whoa” from Levi when you explain the Taraka’s other name is the Leviathan.

Kinda disappointed that it looks more like a sea slug than sea serpent

Not gonna lie, I think he may try to get the Amphyll to go to his room and let it live in his tank since it’s at least small enough to be in the wall tank.

Also awestruck because the Taraka can fly and hover in the air despite having no wings.

Kinda jea;ous about that too XD.

His favorites would be the dragons that are shown above.

#roblox dragon adventures #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me headcanons

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morbid-mary · 4 years ago

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What a Furry Ride

Chapter 13 Set in Episode 9 (last chapter in this episode)

Authors Note(PLEASE READ): Hi everyone! I know it’s been a really long 9 months hiatus...*nervous laughter* I’ve written this chapter about 8 times over, finishing it, hating it, getting distracted from the plot entirely, then forgetting all about the fic for a while- IT’S BEEN CRAZY. But, I’ve finally finished it. It’s not very long, but it’s right along with the plot and I am finally happy with it. I’ve spent 9 months HATING it! I refuse to post something I am not happy with because that just doesn’t make sense to me at all. I hope you guys enjoy it. I can’t wait to start writing chapter 14 which will start in episode 10! We’re getting closer to the finale! I love y’all so much. Thanks for sticking with me this long! MWAH 💖

Warnings: Nothing I can really think of...

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Derek stands on the front porch of what used to be his home. He leans against the post, listening to Dani’s heartbeat pounding from down in the basement she’s trapped inside. He hates that she’s caught in the middle of all this. He couldn’t help but think that if he had just stayed away, she wouldn’t be in this mess. She could be sitting in the bleachers with her family right now, living a happier, normal life, not knowing him at all.

Derek remembers the moment when he first saw Dani. It was the night of Scott’s first full moon, at the party Lydia Martin hosted. Half the school was there that night. Derek was there to keep an eye on Scott, but this overwhelming sweet scent invaded his senses, distorting his focus. He curses under his breath as he brings his fist to his nose and that’s when he saw her, the source of the sweet aroma. Perched on top of a table by the pool, her legs crossed, and her posture relaxed, leaning back on her left hand that was planted on the table and a drink in her right hand. The light reflecting from the pool danced across her face and her body giving her this soft glow. Derek’s stomach twists into a pretzel, enthralled by the young woman sitting on top of that table, her sweet scent sinking into him.

Derek remembers the last time he saw Dani. Peter was pushing her into the back seat of his nurse’s car. He remembers how deafeningly silent that drive was. How the scent of her fear and anxiety filled the cabin of the small vehicle. The guilt twisting in his stomach was almost unbearable. Derek quietly reached back, between the door and the seat, brushing his fingers against her calf. He felt her silently grip his hand with both of her own. He immediately noticed how badly she was trembling. He brushed his thumb back and forth against her trembling fingers, trying desperately to give her some form of comfort before they reached their destination.

Derek returns to the present, staring out into the trees surrounding the house with a vacant expression. Derek inhales deeply, trying to push down every emotion and every feeling he has. He’s done it before and he can do it well, but it’s always hard on him. If he’s going to do this, if Dani is going to survive, if Scott and Stiles are going to pull through, he must be self-controlled. All their lives depend on it, but his own life isn’t his priority. Not when it means keeping them safe.

Peter steps out onto the porch, inhaling the chilly, February night air. It was as if the world and everything in it was right as rain to him. It made Derek sick. “I think it’s time to pay Scott a visit,” Peter says, wearing a soft smile.

~~🌻~~

Back at Beacon Hills high school, the energy is high and almost electric. The bleachers are jam packed with screaming and cheering family members and friends. The Cyclones are all jumping, whooping, hollering, congratulating one another and shouting, “State!” over and over again. They won the game. Beacon Hill’s high school’s very own lacrosse team is going to the state championships.

Scott pulls his helmet on and frantically looks around for his best friend he hasn’t seen the entire night. “Stiles!” He calls. The Cyclones come barreling off the field and into the locker room, cheering and shouting. Scott pushes his way through his teammates calling for Stiles. “Stiles. Stiles! Has anybody seen Stiles?” Scott whirls around, finding himself standing face to face with his ex-girlfriend. Scott’s mouth falls open slightly, his stomach twisting into an even tighter knot at the sight of her adorable, nervous smile.

“Uh- you were pretty awesome out there,” Allison says, nodding with a sweet smile.

“Thanks, you too,” Scott answers, immediately wanting to punch himself in the face. “I mean, that’s not what I meant-”

“No, no, I- um, did some pretty awesome cheering.” Allison smiles at Scott again. “You can thank me.”

“You did?”

“Totally. I went from, ‘Go, team, go,’ to ‘Defense, defense,’ without a breath.” Allison nods affirming what she said. “I brought my A game.”

One of Scott’s teammates interrupts them, excitedly stepping between them shouting, “State, state, state, state, state, state…” He fades off registering the look on Scott’s face that just said, ‘Drop dead, moron,’ and quickly scurries away cheering with his more enthusiastic teammates. Scott shakes his head and looks forward, finding Allison no longer where she was just a moment ago. He frowns, looking over to the doors, seeing Mr. Argent guiding his daughter back outside.

“Isn’t that just heartbreaking,” Jackson laughs mockingly, walking up to Scott. “Gosh, I bet it causes a lot of sleepless nights.” Jackson continues, “You know what though, McCall? I actually sympathize, which is why I want to make this mutually beneficial. You give me what I want, and I’ll help you get her back.”

“What?” Scott asks in disbelief.

“Well, three days makes it just in time for the Winter Formal. Uh, think about you taking her instead of me. And also think about all the things you’re able to do to get her out of some tight little dress by the end of the night. See how this could work out for everybody?”

Scott glares at Jackson as he continues.

“Three days, McCall.” Jackson whispers, patting Scott’s cheek. “Have fun,” He finishes, disappearing into the locker room.

~~🌻~~

Mr. Argent guides Allison back to the busy bleachers, his mind somewhere else entirely. He barely remembers the game even though he sat through the entire thing. He barely remembers the drive down to the school from his house if he’s honest with himself. His mind has been preoccupied on and off throughout the day about the same thing. He’s worried about Dani.

He worries about her in general with her becoming friends with Derek Hale and encountering the alpha at the school and so on. She’s caught up in a very dangerous game whether she knows it or not and he doesn’t like it. But ever since this afternoon when they talked in the backseat of his car, he’s become even more worried for her. She’s been through a lot and he hates that someone else has walked out on her now.

He cares about Dani. She’s like an older sister to Allison. He catches himself treating her like his own daughter from time to time. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. She’s important to Allison therefore she is important to him and he’s become rather fond of her. She’s been through a lot and he hopes that she knows his home is a safe place for her.

“Dad!”

Chris is jolted from his thoughts by the sharp call for him by his daughter.

“You didn’t hear anything I just said, did you?” Allison asks.

“No, I’m sorry,” He admits with a sigh.

“You’ve been quiet all night. Is everything okay?”

“I’m fine, sweetheart. Here-” Chris digs the car keys out of his pocket and hands them to Allison. “How about you go start the car and get it warmed up.”

“Sure, okay.”

Chris smiles at his daughter as she heads off to the parking lot. He turns his attention to the busy bleachers, scanning all the enthusiastic faces for Dani. She’s come to every lacrosse game that he could tell, so she should be here. He just wants to check on her to see how she’s doing after this afternoon.

Chris spots Dani’s mother and makes his way through the crowd.

“Hello Ms. McCall,” He greets as he reaches her, noticing the various family members taking up most of an entire section of bleachers.

“Mr. Argent, hi.” Melissa stands to greet him properly. “Oh, this is my sister Maria.” Melissa gestures to the woman standing next to her. “Maria this is Christopher Argent, Allison’s father.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Maria,” Chris says with a smile, shaking Maria’s hand.

“It’s nice to meet you too,” Maria replies, returning his smile.

“Is your daughter with you? I was hoping I could talk to her.” Chris asks, turning to Melissa.

“You’re looking for her too?”

Chris frowns. “She’s not here?”

“We don’t know,” Maria says letting out a sigh.

“She’s going to be in serious trouble when I find her,” Melissa says. “I told her to be here.”

Chris lets out a sigh as well, pressing his lips into a thin line. “Probably somewhere with Derek Hale. Never mind that the police are after him.”

“Wait, Dani is hanging out with Derek Hale?” Melissa asks.

“You didn’t know they were friends…” Chris says carefully.

“No, I had no idea she was hanging around him again,” Melissa says. “I didn’t even know he was in town again until I saw his name plastered all over the news.”

“I thought it was mostly his sister she used to hang out with,” Maria says.

“Wait a minute…” Chris pauses.

The sister’s share a glance before turning to Mr. Argent.

“They’ve known each other longer?”

~~🌻~~

Most of the team stayed to shower and clean up before heading out to a celebratory team dinner at Goldie’s Diner. A lot the boys were dressed and packing their bags, getting ready to leave, when Scott walks over to his rack, a towel tied around his waist. He was one of the last of his teammates to shower.

“By the way, McCall… Apology accepted,” Danny calls from the opposite set of racks.

“I didn’t apologize,” Scott frowns.

“Every time you got the ball tonight, you passed it to me,” Danny explains, grabbing a clean shirt from his bag.

“Every time I passed the ball to you, you scored,” Scott chuckles.

Danny pulls the shirt on and slings his bookbag over his shoulder. “Apology accepted,” he says.

Danny walks out, leaving Scott alone in the locker room. Scott turns back around, grabbing his deodorant canister, shaking it up. The lights suddenly cut off and Scott pauses, frowning in confusion. Scott puts his deodorant back on the shelf of his rack and looks around the room. “Danny?” he calls. Scott is met with silence as he steps around the set of racks. Danny must’ve absentmindedly cut them off on his way out by accident.

Scott walks over to the wall and flips up the two light switches. The locker room remains dark. Scott looks up at the lights, flipping the switches a few more times; his curiosity growing with the slight touch of concern crawling around his stomach. Scott’s eye catches a ball rolling across the floor from the showers and bumping into a set of lockers with a tap. His curiosity and streak of concern growing to more mild levels as he walks toward the showers. Scotts stops in front of the ball, bending to pick it up. He frowns, turning to the side and he jumps, finding Derek standing in the middle of the open showers.

“Thank God! Where the hell have you been? Do you have any idea what’s been going on?” Scott asks, walking towards Derek.

Derek silently averts his gaze from Scott to someone standing behind him. Scott frowns following his gaze and it meets a man, stepping out behind him. He looks older than Derek, mid to late thirties maybe, brown hear, leather jacket, button down shirt, and he’s holding a lacrosse stick. It’s Peter Hale.

“I really don’t get lacrosse,” Peter confesses.

Scott stares at Peter in shock realizing that he is the alpha , “It was you…”

“When I was in high school, we played basketball.” Peter continues, glancing over at Scott. “Now there’s a real sport.”

Scott, terribly in shock, looks back at Derek for some kind of explanation as Peter continues.

“Still, I read somewhere that lacrosse comes from Native American tribes and that they played it to resolve conflict.” Peter raises the lacrosse stick, setting the bar of it on his shoulder, glancing off to the side in thought. “Do I have that right?” He whispers to himself, shaking off the thought. He lowers the stick, spinning it in his hands as he observes the net for a moment before setting the stick to the side, focusing on Scott again.

“I have a little conflict of my own to resolve, Scott. But I need your help to do it.”

“I’m not helping you kill people.” Scott says in an even, firm tone.

Peter frowns, “Well I don’t want to kill all of them. Just the responsible ones. And I that doesn’t have to include…” Peter trails off, trying to remember the name. He looks to Derek.

“Allison,” Derek finishes for him.

Scott slowly turns to face Derek. “You’re on his side?” He asks.

Derek breaks Scott’s gaze, his expression stony and vacant as he silently reminds himself that Daniella’s life is on the line if he doesn’t play his part just right.

“Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?” Scott adds.

“It was a mistake,” Derek responds coolly.

“What?!” Scott stares at Derek like he’s out of his mind.

“It happens.”

“Scott…” Peter starts, grabbing the teenager’s attention. “I think you’re getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help you reach your full potential.”

“By killing my friends,” Scott says, reading between the lines.

“Sometimes the people closest to you… can be the ones holding you back the most.”

“If they’re holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you… I’m okay with that.”

Peter begins to step closer to Scott. Becoming nervous, Scott shifts on his feet, looking back at Derek for any shred or assurance.

“Maybe you could try and see things…” Peter trails off, holding up his right hand, his claws coming out. “From my perspective,” Peter finishes.

~~🌻~~

Stiles wakes up on a cold hard tile floor, his head throbbing. He groans bringing his hands to his face as he becomes more and more conscious. He sits up with a groan, squinting at his dim surroundings, quickly remember that he’s in the hospital morgue.

“Right…”

Stiles grips the overturned metal examination table lying next to him and pushes himself to his feet. The last thing he remembers is sitting on top of the metal table pushed against the door watching Peter Hale rush he door. Next thing he remembers is waking up just a few moments ago.

“Alpha…Dani and Derek…no, no, no-”

Stiles turns to where he last saw Derek and Dani sitting in the floor against the opposite wall. They’re gone. Did the Alpha take them? What happened here? Stiles swallows the lump forming in his throat. He has to get out of the hospital. He has to find Scott.

“The game.”

~~🌻~~

Stiles tares into the school parking lot, tires screeching as he turns into an empty parking spot. He jumps out of the Jeep and runs as fast as he can to the back entrance of the locker rooms. Stiles yanks the doors open rushing down the hallway and turning into the locker rooms, finding Scott in a towel, sitting on a bench with his elbows resting on his knees.

“Dude, we got a huge problem!” He breathes out, winded from all his running.

“You have no idea…” Scott replies with a far off look in his eyes.

Stiles puts his hands on his head struggling to catch his breath. “Something tells me you already know.”

“That Peter Hale is the alpha and Derek is on his side now? Yeah! I figured it out already!”

“Derek’s what?”

“He’s taken the alpha’s side, Stiles! We’re screwed!”

Scott drops his head into his hands. He can’t handle anything else right now. The alpha has been revealed, Derek’s switched sides, Jackson’s breathing down his neck about the bite, there is no way this situation could get worse.

“Scott…” Stiles trails off, dropping his hands to his hips.

Scott lifts his head. “What?”

Stiles shifts his weight from foot to foot. There’s no easy way to tell him this. It’s going to crush him. Hell, the thought is crushing him too. The idea of that psychotic bastard having Dani makes his curl up inside a whole and pretend the world doesn’t exist. Dani is like an older sister to Stiles. He can’t handle the thought of her getting hurt. She means too much to him. She’s his family. Maybe that’s why Derek chose the alpha’s side. Maybe it wasn’t up to him. Maybe, just maybe, he’s trying to protect Dani and the only way to do that is to do whatever the alpha wants. Stiles lets out a sigh rubbing his face.

“Stiles, what is it?”

Stiles looks at his best friend with such a defeated look in his eyes. “I-” Stiles presses his lips together shaking his head. He’s not going to make it through this.

Scott stands up, walking over to Stiles with a worried frown. “What’s wrong?”

Stiles glances at him, tears forming in his eyes.

“It’s bad isn’t it?” Scott asks, his own voice starting to waver in reaction to Stiles’ broken fear radiating off of him.

“Scott, he has Dani.”

Scott’s heart almost stops. “What?”

“The alpha, he has your sister.”

Scott holds Stiles’ defeated gaze, tears forming in his own eyes, mirroring Stiles.

“No…”

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yuvon-writes-letters · 3 years ago

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Hey guys,

Yu, Rai and both Jakes.

Actually..If I talk about my feelings I'm pretty well. Don't tell Jake I said that, but I couldn't be happier about our situation. I mean, we can talk again. Without me being kidnapped and finding a weird Tumblr profile of him. (Which we think was a set up by one of the entities of my world since he obviously doesn't have one. Jake thinks it was goldies doing, I on the other hand don't believe that. Don't ask me why, but it feels like goldie wouldn't do that. And it didn't help me either but only made problems. I was distracted because I was writing the profile (you read it, right Yu? I don't know about the others) and angry. Like, really angry.)

Putting that aside, Jake called me, like he promised :) And it was the longest phone call I had for some time. Most of the time I talked and he didn't get distracted once, just listened to me and everything that happened. And then he started cursing, which is kind of understandable. He apologised for being into stasis. And for this other version from before the 'time setting back' thing. Because I don't find a name I'll call it TSB from now on.

The only problem I have now is going to work, I guess I'll take me some vacation...But at least I'm not as scared of the raven-ass anymore. I mean, I still am, but in the moment I know his steps. And I am not alone.

Jake, I intentionally write the next part in red, please don't read it. That's for Yu.

I know you think that Jake sees you as a threat. If it still is like you wrote in the letter. Jake knows that, too and he doesn't like it. You know him better than I do, of course, but without saying too much...I think it's quite the opposite. Talk to him about that. Even though it's probably not the best circumstances I think he enjoys being with you :)

The next part, purple (damn, I need more coloured pens), is for you Jake.

You already told me that you don't like that Yu thinks you see her as a threat. I only have to say one thing, if it still is like that, talk to her about it. Earlier than later.

The new thoughts about the blood ritual are really interesting. But please don't put yourself in this danger (or not, but I think it's understandable what I mean?) if it isn't necessary. But I also agree with Rai, I thought the same thing for a while. That you desired having someone, Jake, with you. It sounds plausible.

What more was there...Wait, let me reread the letters.

Oh yeah, Rai! One, till now my crow crew seems to still be in stasis (Jake realised that now, too) and two..Please try to take care of your health, yeah? I'm worried for you.

Lis🐾🔥

Ps. Damn...I'm writing this exactly when I wanted to leave the house (I mean, I sadly cannot hide my face forever).

Two new things...I got a message. I mean, it was a threat (because I am the obviously the bad girl that kidnapped Hannah), but I don't care. Maybe that means the stasis is slowly dissolving!

But number 2...I didn't get the vacation. My boss called me almost immediatly. "Under no circumstances [a word is blacked out] Liska. We have July and Alice, Tim and Jenny all want to take free time, too. You are one of our best workers and we can't afford you leaving now. You have no children so you have to wait. Also Max told me that you don't have any problems in family."

So long story short: He wants me to be there tomorrow. Argh, if he would pay me like he's talking that would awesome. And I'll kill Max when I see him next time. (My cousin that thought it was fun to try and steal my work so we both got the rank of 'one of the best workers'. The only problem: Max' title is official. -.- Overall, I'm so much more annoyed than some time earlier. Maybe I should ask Jake for help

Lis,

Okay, the Crow Crew drama is fading a bit, so I'll answer this now. Sorry if I seem disjointed at all, I'm probably going to be going back and forth from conversations to this letter a lot. I can't afford to have them all think I'm compromised, I need to focus on getting out of here and I don't want to deal with their pressure on top of everything else.

Yeah, I don't think the Tumblr profile was Goldie either. Goldie seems to try to be very much a "hands off" sort of entity, like my own. The Tumblr profile thing seems a little out of character for at least my Jake. At least, publicly answering your submission certainly was, though he may have panicked since you sent it in on anon and answered publicly without really thinking about it. I guess I could see him having a Tumblr profile for purposes of following people on social media and watching what they post, though. And then deciding he likes the media and posting a little bit of impersonal things that can't lead back to him. Probably my Jake will say something about that when I hand this letter over to him, stay tuned.

Yeah, I at least read some of the things you sent that profile, and I showed what I had to my Jake too. I'm not sure if I read all of it, since it was a bunch of printed-out screenshots in an envelope, but I read the ask where you told him you hated him (fair at that point but ouch that's got to have hurt) up to when you said you'd found Hannah. After that you sent me your letter telling me time had turned back and the Tumblr screenshots ended.

I'm glad you and Jake managed to talk things out. I was sort of worried about how he'd react, but it sounds like he took it pretty well, considering. I'm... not exactly sure he should be apologizing for the stasis, though. Or the TSB!Jake. Maybe especially not the TSB!Jake. Jakes seem to be oddly different from timeline to timeline, just based on what I've seen of them. TSB has been one of the most different so far.

Oh. One thing I should mention that you might not have seen from the profile: The MWAF used your phone to mock the TSB account, and mentioned that TSB wasn't the only person who could hack, and the MWAF blocked TSB from finding your location. Might want to warn your Jake about that.

A vacation sounds like a good idea :/ It's really hard to go back to normal life right after tragedies or trauma. It feels like the world keeps moving on and you're still stuck in place, and you just want to scream at them that they need to slow down, can't they see that the world is

Good. I'm glad you don't feel alone. It's easier to deal with this stuff when you're with someone else, even if it's not physically.

(Jake, my Jake I mean, if you're reading over my parts of these letters skip to the ||| now please.) I'm not saying he doesn't also enjoy my company. I can tell he does. That doesn't make me not a threat. Like how early on I suspected Thomas, but still thought he was a nice guy and enjoyed talking to him. (Obviously I don't suspect him any more XD ) Still, if you think I should talk with him about it, I'll try to find a tactful way to bring it up.

Yes, because obviously tact is my greatest strength. Sigh.

Like I said to Rai, the underlying desire thing is definitely possible. That'd either mean I'm more obvious about how I feel for Jake than I think I am (very possible, I'm not great at hiding how I feel in person) or the entity has some level of telepathy/mind reading. The reason is that chessboard. Since Jake likes chess, it's clear at least to me the entity expected him to come here at some point. I THINK, if the underlying desire thing is true, I can manipulate myself into wanting specific things by doing things like writing it over and over and repeating it out loud when doing the ritual, but I'm not sure.

|||

It's probably good that your Crow Crew is in stasis, like how it's objectively probably good my outside life is going on without me. Less drama, less pressure.

Huh. The harassment is definitely a promising sign. Maybe you should try contacting Darkness again, same way as I suggested near the beginning? That feels so long ago, but it really can't have been much more than a week, can it?

You... didn't get the vacation. Fucking hell. Is there ANY way you can convince your boss? You really should have time off. Maybe your Jake can help you come up with ideas.

Or at least maybe he can come up with a way to have your boss give you a bonus for your trouble -_-

Oh shit Cleo's interrogating me I'm gonna hand this to Jake now

(The handwriting changes to Jake's.) Hello, Lis.

I agree with Yuvon: "TSB" acts markedly different from myself. There would be no benefit from me promising to be there to find you in the moment, and indeed I would have been falling for a very transparent trap. Even in my possible state of panic, I cannot see myself being there physically, much less revealing myself physically to authorities in the process, unless I was playing the role of bait in a counter-trap. While it is plausible that this was TSB's plan, TSB gave no indication that Yuvon or I could tell that this was the case. Of course, I would have done my best to be there physically in the aftermath of the kidnapping, but not in the moment.

I also agree that the Tumblr profile seems to be out of character for both myself and for "Goldie", though I hesitate to judge TSB's actions by what I myself would do. I seem to vary in surprising ways across universes and even from timeline to timeline, based solely on your current Jake's reactions thus far. I do actually own a Tumblr profile for the exclusive purpose of following social medias I wish to track, but I used a random username generator website for the username and not my own name, and I certainly never posted anything.

The news about the MWAF being able to hack is new to me; I must have missed that the first time I read through the screenshots. That is quite troubling. I suppose I will need to be more careful in future.

I am sincerely sorry your request for a vacation was rejected. I do not know how much you intend to separate your personal life and the Duskwood case, but if your stasis is truly wavering, you may be able to reveal some measure of the danger you are in to convince him to let you flee the area for a small while. Especially since you mentioned in your Tumblr post that you saw a raven note in your wor

Oh.

You need to leave that place. Now. Do not inform your employer of the danger you are in, reveal nothing to him or to anyone, take unpaid time off if you need to. Get your cousin and anyone else you care overly much about out of there too. Invalidate any information you can your employer or coworkers knows about you. Do not tell the truth to anyone, even your cousin. Make up any excuses you need to, ask your Jake for help with ideas if you need to. You may also wish to check that the coworkers your boss listed who are going on vacation are ACTUALLY going on vacation.

This is a priority, Liska. You need to tell your Jake all of this too, especially the part with the note in your workplace. You need to get out of there.

Good luck.

—Jake & Yuvon

(The letter tucks itself into the paper clip with the others.)

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sorcererinthestars · 5 years ago

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Happy (belated) birthday to the lovely @shadeofazmeinya - sorry life got wild and this is a few days late, but I hope you enjoy! Edited somewhat, wanted to get this out before I thought too much about it and didn’t post at all.

Based loosely on Leverage “The Grave Danger Job”.

Very long folks, just as an FYI. TW: CLAUSTROPHOBIA. If this bothers you, please do NOT read this fic.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/22453204 - if you read on there, though, please give this a reblog anyways! :) WC: 7,232

-- The last thing Gavin remembered was hands grabbing him, pulling him backwards. He had clawed at the hands, ripping at them, trying to get them off of him, but nothing worked.

He had yelled, he thought - screamed out and hoped that the com would pick up his cry.But something was jammed into his mouth, cutting off the words before they could really form, choking him and blinding him in his terror to get away.

The cloth was covered in something thick and cloying in its heaviness.He tries not to breathe, tries not to open his mouth, but there’s only so much he can do to stop himself from screaming out. When something jams into his side and he’s hauled off his chair in the Mobile Command Center, dragged from his console and across the metal floor of the van, he starts to get dizzy. When something sharp pinches his skin, he gasps out a muffled whimper, and that’s all that was needed for the gas to flood up into his nose, his sinuses, and to carry the drug into his brain.

Dizzy, sluggish, and slow - ten seconds after he takes a stifled, gasping breath, the world goes black. Never in that time did he get a good look at his attackers.

Ryan knows something is wrong the moment he hears muffled sounds filter through his com, but the immediate situation around him stops him from grunting to check in on Gavin. The world is filtered down to the smallest level as the heist blooms around them - the heist they had planned for months, had spent countless untold hours preparing for ... he couldn’t, wouldn’t, think of anything else.

He gestures menacingly towards the three men he was holding hostage, growling threats at them while looking over his shoulder at the others. Even if he had the ability to check on Gavin, watching the hostages wasn’t really a job he could turn away from.

Geoff’s growl behind the mask indicates they need to hurry. No shit. He’s tense, Ryan can tell from the shortness of his breath through the com and the way he paces back and forth, even if he can’t see Geoff’s face through the masks they wear.

When a muffled sound comes through the coms that’s unmistakably Gavin, Geoff turns, grunting. “Goldie?” he snaps. “What’s the matter?” No answer, but that conversation is drowned out by Michael and Jeremy chattering at one another, oblivious of the problem and moving their drills into the door. Then all he can hear - all anyone can hear - is the whirring grind of the drills as they break the lock on the vault.

Ryan’s attention is pulled away from Gavin as well as one hostage tries to take advantage of the confusion and lunge towards the counter and the panic button. One bullet is all it takes to end his life, the body skittering backwards. The other two hostages scream, scooching backwards and sobbing, suitably cowed. “There’s some movement by Gavin’s command center,” Jack filters in from her position in the second story window of the building across the street, eye at the sniper to take out the guards in front and playing reconnaissance in the meantime. “Some cars... could be normal, but...” “Keep an eye on it,” Geoff orders, focusing instead on the main doors, but before they could follow that train of thought, Jack’s screaming. “Cops! Police are coming, a whole force of them! You’ve got about three minutes, boys - work fast!” All thoughts of Gavin and his safety leave their heads as they sprint into action. As soon as Jeremy drops his drill and yelps, “We’re In!,” they’re all piling into the vault, shoving as much money as they can carry into their duffel bags.

As Ryan reminds himself, this was a thousand-and-one chance. They weren’t going to get another opportunity to rob this bank, not again, not anytime soon. They had spent nearly a full fuckin’ year planning this heist, sourcing info, getting supplies...

“Get out of there!” Jack’s screaming in their ears less than a minute later. They must have at least two million in their bags, all of them fetching and carrying.

Above, Geoff unloads a round into the ceiling and is yelling something at the hostages. It’s noise, frantic activity - what they’re known for, what they thrive on, but the feeling is somehow muted. They act like robots, gathering, running, but the spark is gone.

All Ryan can think about - all he thinks they can all think about - is Gavin’s squeak. And how he’s been silent ever since. Why was he silent? What happened?? But they can’t worry about it, just have to get out....Gavin will just have to hold on.

They race out of the bank, towards where Jack was screaming over in their best car. The sound of sirens was near deafening now. Gavin was supposed to abandon the Mobile Command Center if the cops got called, the plan was he was supposed to meet them here if possible to scatter in faster cars than that shit-mobile Command Center. “Goldie!” Geoff snaps into the com. “Goldie! Reply, where the fuck are you?!” Nothing. The feeling of fear grows in Ryan’s bones, but he can’t interrupt Geoff, not right now - the coms needed to stay clear in case Gavin could reply to them. Instead, Jack just shoves them into the back of her car. “Come on! We can go to him, but we can’t fucking stay here - they’re swarming!” Like bees in a kicked hive, the police surround the area, red and blue lights flashing a technicolor dance across the wet pavement. Ryan doesn’t hesitate, jumping into the back and shoving the Lads in with him. Geoff hesitates a few more critical seconds before swinging into the car too.

Jack’s driving is top-notch and they manage to slip out a hole in the police’s defenses, going from zero to one-hundred as they race through the darkened streets of the city. For now, it seems the Mobile Command Center is unnoticed by the cops, but it certainly wouldn’t stay that way. Not any time soon, not with the LSPD so eager to make an arrest and with them chasing their vehicle. No one’s hurt - thank god, the heist had gone off otherwise without a hitch - and so Geoff immediately starts yelling for Gavin to reply again. Nothing. Whatever happened to him, his com is off or disabled or otherwise he’s unable to reply.

“What if he’s hurt?” Michael snarls, breaking through the otherwise silence. The coms were top of the line, they’d filter out unnecessary noise. If Gavin’s attackers were talking in the background, moving the body... no one would hear. Ryan feels like he’s going to be sick. The piles of the cash on the ground is a poor price to pay for Gavin. He would throw them all out the window just to know that Gavin was okay.“I saw them move something out of the back,” Jack says from the drivers’ seat. Her voice is grim. “My attention was yanked away when the cops started coming, but there was some sort of action in the back of the van.” “Fuck,” Geoff hisses. No one mentions that it was because of him they didn’t leave at the first sign of danger. Gavin would have wanted them to finish the heist, Ryan just had to keep reminding himself of that. But it rang hollow and the sour taste in his mouth was a silent contradiction.

It’s not long before they arrive, Jack skidding to a halt near the Command Center. Right now they’re momentarily out of the view of the cops, but it likely wouldn’t stay that way for long. Michael hardly waits for the car to stop before he’s jumping out and racing towards the Command Center.

Geoff’s the second one out, his guilt making himself run faster than he ever had before. Jeremy follows and Jack’s almost got the car moving again as Ryan leaps out.

“I’ll watch,” Jack says quickly as soon as the door is closed, speeding out to patrol around them, keeping an eye out for those telltale flashing lights.

Gavin awakens in the dark. It’s impossible to tell how long he’s been asleep. Honestly, he’s not sure if he’s even awake at first. It’s cold and he can’t...breathe right. And it’s fucking pitch ass black, darker than anything he’s ever felt. Not so much dark as a void - as if the dark is looking at him back, evaluating him. Taking him in. Terrified, he gropes out to feel. His hands... he can only somewhat move his arms. Not bound, but just small - wherever he is, it’s tight. His claustrophobia starts kicking in and he breathes quicker. He’s not normally scared of small spaces, but it’s so close, so hard to breathe...

Something’s on his chest. Feeling around, he grabs it. It’s a very old flip phone, a relic at this point. He flips it open as best he can and takes a bit of a deeper breath of relief as its screen illuminates, lighting up the area around him in a faint blue....

and then very nearly drops it as terror consumes him and he slams the phone shut, breathing roughly in the very small space above his head, forcing himself to try to calm down. He knows what the fuck this is. Where the fuck he is.

It’s a coffin.

He’s in a fucking coffin, and if the weight and general feeling around him is anything to go by when he tries to shove his hands up against the lid, he’s underground.

Six feet under and still alive.

It’s obvious the Mobile Command Center has been raided from the first moment they’re over there. The doors in the back are wide open, forced entry through the locks. No one was watching the back-up cam or tending to the security of the Command Center during the heist - it was just a good base for Gavin to be close in case they needed him but he could still hack.

It was so dumb, so idiotically dumb. Ryan jumps as Geoff shouts a swear and slams his fist into the side of the metal van, furious. It’s Michael who jumps in to keep him from doing it again.

“It’s not your fault,” he says quickly. “If anything, it’s all of our fuckin’ faults, we all thought the Command Center was a good idea...” “Now’s not the time,” Ryan snaps. “Let’s figure out where he is, then we can exchange guilt and blame all fuckin’ night, okay?” Geoff growls, straightening. “Search it. We have like thirty seconds, see if you can get anything. We need to know where they took him. Any lead is a good one.” They scatter, but the sound of sirens in the background have all their teeth on edge.

“You gotta go soon, boys,” Jack says, watching them as they get closer and closer, gauging until the last second before they have to fucking take off.

“Fuck,” Geoff hisses again, even more terrified, but forces himself to continue to go through the papers on the desk, the trail that led to the door. There are muddy footprints indicating more than one guy was here. This was a planned effort, not a quick isolated attempt.... They had a mole.

“Geoff!” Jeremy’s voice cuts through the thickening silence pressing down on all of them. He looks up from where he was looking at Gavin’s console, moving the mouse and waking the computer up. The note there is obvious, written on word and saved on the desktop. Simple, ominous.

Money on the pier in half an hour or he dies. Time is running out for him... better hurry.

There’s no signature, not even a stereotypical initial. Just a simple demand and a time limit on Gavin’s life. If they didn’t find him in half an hour, their loved one would be dead.

Before Geoff could worry about it further, his phone rings. The caller is unknown, but in this situation he knows better than to screen his calls. He accepts the call and is just about to answer it when Jack is demanding at them to move.

Ryan grabs Geoff’s arm, but before they leap out they hear the sound of the door to the cab of the Command Center slam shut. Michael kicks the door in from the other side and is one millisecond from putting a bullet into the red hair of the woman he loves before she slams his hand sideways. “Just me,” Jack snarls. “Hold on.” She floors the MCC and it flies from its parked position. The cops - right now - don’t know where they are and they may have a few moments more safety from this clean vehicle. But they can’t drive inconspicuously for too long in this hunking piece of metal, so they were down to mere minutes of anonymity.

Geoff, meanwhile, falls into a seat with the others as Jack takes off. He forces his emotions into the back of his mind to make room for Ramsey, answering the phone. “Who is this?” he snaps. The line crackles for a moment before a small tinny voice comes through. “Geoff?” He almost staggers and falls off the chair, the relief sweeping over him. “Gavin! Oh god, Gavin, where are you?”

He doesn’t care if he’s being listened to, if he’s telling the whole world how much he cares about his boys - all he cares about is Gavin’s voice on the other end of that stupid telephone.

“Gavin?” Jeremy asks breathlessly, stumbling over against the movement of the car to listen in, almost snatching the phone out of Geoff’s hands before the other man smacks him away. Ryan hovers, staring at them. Hoping, heart in his throat. Waiting to know who he has to kill.

He’s never wanted blood more than this moment.

“Geoff...” Gavin’s voice was very, very small. “I’m....” It crackles out a bit, but Geoff catches the last few words. “Coffin... u-underground. I’m .... I’m stuck and...”

There’s the muffled sound of a sob and Geoff’s heart goes very, very cold.

“Shit,” he swears, throwing a fist quickly but aborting it before it crashes into the side of the computer console or Jeremy hovering over his left shoulder. Jeremy leaps back, not hearing what was said but waiting, terrified. “Gavin, I need you to focus on me, okay? Do you know where you are?”

He flicks the phone on speaker and holds it in his lap. The others inch closer, listening with baited breath.Gavin’s voice crackles through the phone as Jack speeds through the streets, Michael helping her navigate towards the pier. If that’s where they needed to go - it was as best of a lead as any.

“I’m - fuck, Geoff...” Gavin whimpers pathetically for a moment, making Ryan nearly dive for the phone in blackened fury. “I’m underground, I’m in a coffin, I’ve got like - what - half a fuckin’ hour of air, they buried me alive...!”

“Jesus,” Jeremy says, paling, but Ryan bullies his way over to Geoff and snatches the phone out of his hand. He knows this, he’s seen this shit during his time as a mercenary for hire. He forces his emotions way, way back. No time for them now, they were down to mere minutes and had to focus.

“Gavin. Gavin, can you hear me?” There’s a crackle for a moment and Ryan fears the call disconnected before Gavin’s voice comes through, small and very tight. He’s breathing quick, panicked. Terrified beyond belief. “Ryan?”

“Gavin, you have to focus on staying calm,” Ryan orders, refusing to let any of his fear show on his voice. He was strict and firm, hating having to act so distant with his terrified lover but knowing he had to. “You’re likely buried in one of the graveyards around here, right? You couldn’t have traveled for too long - do you know about what point we were in the heist when you were snatched?” “I heard him cry out when you had first taken the guys hostage,” Jeremy says quietly, playing with the handle of his gun to keep his hands busy.

“Y-yeah,” Gavin says quietly. “I guess?”

“No ground to bury a fucking casket in the city,” Geoff grunts. “Not enough dirt. Has to be a graveyard or outside the city.”

“And he’s gotta be close enough to drive to quickly because they just grabbed him about fifteen minutes ago, tops,” Jeremy adds. “Get Michael and fill Jack in,” Geoff orders Jeremy. He hesitates for a moment, not wanting to leave Gavin on the phone, but it wasn’t a suggestion from Geoff. He disappears into the cab, leaving Ryan and Geoff alone in the back.

“What are you calling from, babe?” Ryan asks softly to Gavin as that interaction happens. Michael comes back out with Jeremy, looking furious, but Geoff points for them both to sit down at the computers. “Look for graveyards within a ten minute drive of the bank,” he orders.

“Cell phone,” Gavin squeaks. “Rye... it’s - I’m scared...” Michael stiffens at his voice. “Don’t worry, boi, we’ll get you!” he shouts, not caring if Geoff got angry. “We’re coming for you!”

Inside the casket, it was so dark except for the slight light given off by the phone. Gavin clings to it, looking upwards where he was separated from the light and the air by a few feet of dirt. His breath hitches. It’s becoming harder to breathe. “It’s ... I can’t breathe right...” Ryan’s voice filters back through the phone and Gavin clings to it like a lifeline, the crackled, garbled voice that is his only connection so he doesn’t die alone down here. “Stop talking unless I tell you,” Ryan orders and Gavin forces himself to stop quietly crying. “Gavin, you have to focus. Stay with me, okay? Stay on the line.” He whimpers slightly, confirming, trying to swallow down the lump in his throat and trying to stay calm. Breathing quickly in panic used more of his air. He knew that much. He had to try to slow his breathing.

Back in the Mobile Command Center, Jack expertly still weaving them away from the cops, Jeremy looks like he was going to be sick. The fact that he was severely claustrophobic is common knowledge.

“There’s two graveyards within a ten minute drive of here,” Michael snaps after a moment, “and we have NO fucking way of knowing which one the asses took him to.”

“Or if he’s even fucking in a graveyard,” Jeremy mutters. Their time is ticking down, a few minutes having dripped away in their panic.

“Do you have any idea where they took you?” Ryan asks Gavin a bit sharper than he means to, but all that comes back is a small whine. “N-no, they knocked me out, c-chloroform...”

“Don’t yell at him,” Geoff scolds. “Gavin. We’re going to find you, babe. Do you think Matt could track that phone? I need that big brain of yours.” “Don’t - don’t have time,” Gavin whispers, feeling like he’s sealing his own death warrant. He leans back, letting out a tired sigh. “Not - not enough air to wait.”

“He probably has about twenty-five minutes before he completely runs out of air and starts to suffocate,” Ryan says plainly, not finding any need to beat around the bush. When they all look at him, he shrugs. “I’m a mercenary.”

“They left a ransom note,” Geoff says with a strained voice. “We could just give them the money.”

“Even if we did, I doubt they could get to him on time, not unless they had a man right there waiting to dig him up,” Michael says with a frown.

“What if we split up?” Jack calls from the front cab, listening in through the coms. “I’m already heading towards the pier. We have five goddamn people - I’ll go to the pier in case they have a man there and I’ll wait a bit. The rest of you hot wire cars and go to the graveyards. If we don’t hear anything in say - fifteen minutes, I’ll trade the money and fingers crossed the dickweeds have some sort of last minute man there to dig Gavin up.”

“It’s probably a trap!” Jeremy protests. “They want us to show up at the pier to kill us too.”

“Guys...” Gavin whimpers from the other end of the phone, cutting into their discussion turned argument. “Please hurry....”

“Gavin,” Ryan says firmly into the phone, interrupting the others. “We love you. We’re not going to abandon you, I promise. Now hush, you’re wasting air.”

“I know,” he says breathlessly, looking into the dark. “But it’s so....”

“Shh,” Ryan says again. He looks around at the others, who have fallen silent, but before he can speak Geoff speaks up, standing and regaining his feeling of authority as a plan falls into his mind. That’s why they all come to him - he’s the man with the plan.

“Jack’s right,” he says firmly. “One of us will go to the pier. We have body armor and guns, not to mention this thing is armor plated. They’ll wait and if they don’t hear from you in fifteen, they’ll fucking make the trade. In the meantime, two us will go to one of the graveyards and two of us will go to the other.”

“Two problems,” Michael snaps. “How will we know what graveyard Gavin’s in?” “Easy.” Geoff’s smirking now - that smile that shows shit is about to hit the fan. It’s a very Ramsey expression and it puts them all on edge. “Gavin, baby... can you hear what’s going on around you?”

In the coffin, Gavin strains to do what he’s told. It goes silent for a few moments as the boys wait to let him answer. Faintly, as if like music from three rooms away, he can hear the sound of the street. Cars and such. It’s muffled, but its obvious the dirt isn’t fully packed down. Sound can filter. “Yeah,” he says quickly. “I can, why...?”

“Perfect.” Geoff cuts him off before he can waste any more air and Gavin frowns but stares limply into the dark, holding the phone like a lifeline. It’s flashing low battery, of course. He just prays that it won’t die on him.

Die before he dies. Suffocates. He’s heard it’s a shit way to go. Hasn’t seen it himself, but knows enough about death to know it sucks.

“Two of us will steal police cars,” Geoff says with his wicked grin. “And we’ll drive, sirens wailing, towards the graveyards. If Gavin can hear the sirens getting louder as we enter the graveyard, we’ll know one of us is close to him. He should be able to lead us by sound close to the grave and if the ground is still that unpacked, we’ll be able to dig up the freshly dug one.”

It’s silent for a while as they process that plan before Jack slams on the brakes and nearly sends them all to the ground. “Get out,” she snaps. “I’ll go to the pier.” “Alone?” Michael snaps, “that could be suicide...”

“I won’t engage with them unless we don’t have any other options, but we don’t have time to argue!” Jack snaps furiously. “Get out, every second we waste is a second closer to losing Gavin. Roadblock up ahead anyways - I was going to skid around, but the cars are there for you to take!”

Ryan had almost forgotten they had just finished a heist and the cops wanted them dead. As if they had heard their plan, they were confronted by cops, three cars waiting for them and blocking their exit out of the city and onto the pier.

“Brace yourselves!” Jack snarls, running through the blockade with as much power as this huge ramming van can muster. It crashes through the police cars, sending them skittering to both sides. Ryan falls over from where he was standing, the force of impact not damaging their car too much but too much for Ryan to take. He slams against the wall, breath nearly taken out of him, but was almost immediately hauled to his feet again by Michael.

“Out!” he snaps, dragging Ryan towards the back and out of the van, his AK-47 already puttering in his hands as he fights the cops.

“Gavin?” Geoff says frantically into his phone as he snatches it from the ground. In his prison, Gavin is trying to yell over the sound of the noise, but he can’t. And every breath to yell for them is harder and harder to catch. “I’ll call you back!” Geoff snaps - and the line goes dead.

The sound of fury and guns and fighting and sirens suddenly disappears. Gavin is left, staring at the wood ceiling of his coffin, completely and utterly alone.

He knows they weren’t abandoning him on purpose. He had heard the plan and it was a good one, so far as frantically half-baked rescue plans go. But the terror of fighting, the sounds of sirens and screaming, still fill his ears in the silent misery of his prison.

What if they died in this fight?

What if no one came?

He’d never know. He’d die here in this box, waiting for them to save him, but they never would. Arrested, dead, it didn’t matter... they wouldn’t rescue him and he knew his attackers had effectively left him here to die. No one would unbury him. His body would rot in this wooden box until it decomposed and became one with the soil.

He never wanted to be buried, anyways. Dead or alive.

The terror was too much and for a moment he let himself sob, racking tears coursing down his cheeks, pooling down below him before he forces himself by the skin of his teeth to pull himself back together.

He had limited air. The boys were coming - they had to. They’d get a cop car like they said and they would come for him, dig him up. Save his life. Even if Jack had to make the swap of cash for his life, that was okay - they had tons of money. Someone would save him.They had to. He just had to believe that.

So he closes his eyes, forces his breathing to slow into calm, meditation breaths, and waited.

Waited for the phone to ring again.

Waited for his boys to save his life.

Somewhere in the flashes of time they were in the fight, Michael had gotten shot. He doesn’t remember when, or how. Something had blacked out in him and the fighting had turned almost ... mechanical. He had heard someone mention beserker rage, probably from some dumb Viking television show he watched with Jeremy. When your thoughts just stop, you don’t feel pain, you don’t get tired, you just ... kill.

Maybe that’s what happened to him.When he awakens, blood dripping down his side from a graze on his ribs, having gotten right in the crack of his heavy armor, he’s driving a car. Ryan is next to him, navigating with almost the same blank precision.

They were going to the graveyard. They had stolen a cop car and were headed their way.

He coughs a bit, shaking his head, and Ryan looks up. There’s blood smeared on his face - or maybe that was a drop of his facepaint - but he smiles faintly.

“You were a fuckin’ animal out there,” Ryan says dryly. “Dragged you into the car and you took the wheel and followed my instructions. How much of Michael was I dealing with?”

“Not fuckin’ much,” he mutters. “But I’m here now. Kinda... lost myself for a minute.”

“It’s been a hell of a night,” Ryan retorts. “We’re almost there, flick your sirens on.” He does as orders, the sirens shrieking into the silent night. He makes them as loud as they can go, not caring about waking up an entire city block. “Geoff and Jeremy went off towards the other graveyard,” Ryan explains. “He texted me Gav’s number.”

“What if he’s already dead?” Michael cuts over Ryan’s explanation, hands gripping the wheel and white-knuckled. “What if ..” “We can’t worry about that,” Ryan says with a shake of his head. “Just focus on driving - one step at a time.”

Michael tries not to notice how Ryan’s hands are shaking. How he clutches them in his lap to stop the tremble. How one of his fingers is bleeding and his fingernail is ripped partially off. How did that happen? He doesn’t even ask.

The night in his memory is patchwork and technicolor, fear grabbing his throat and stealing his voice and his breath. Strangling him from the inside if he thinks too hard about it. So he doesn’t, just doing what Ryan says.

He trusts Ryan more than he trusts his own eyes in that moment.

When Ryan’s hand folds over his own on the steering column, he squeezes it. If this night ends in the way his darkest nightmares say... well, at least he has this moment of comfort.

A text pops in to the phone on his chest about eight agonizing minutes after he was rudely hung up on. Gavin is knocked out of a doze, hands fumbling as he forces the phone to work. Things are ... sluggish. His mind is going slower - he supposes that’s the lack of oxygen.

There are phone numbers on the screen. It’s separated into two texts. Distantly, as if from a far-away dream, he remembers that’s what old phones used to do. 160 characters. Odd....

But he still has enough recollection left to be startled by the sound of...something on the outside of his coffin. It’s only been what... twenty minutes since he’s been put in here? The world is fracturing on the edges and it’s so, so dark. But in the darkness and the lack of his sight, he’s had to focus on his ears. And he hears it. Like music, far on the edges of perception, but it’s getting louder. A shriek that grates in an almost musical way on the edges of his subconscious.

He floats in and out, listening to it. He was supposed to do something when he heard that noise. He knows Geoff was going to be really upset with him if he doesn’t do whatever it is, but he can’t really... bring himself to care?

The world was drifting and he was drifting away with it. Breathing was really hard now, so he just sort of ... stopped trying so hard to do it. Why was breathing important again? He couldn’t really remember.

The sound was getting aggravating now. But he knew it was important in the part of his mind that wasn’t going foggy. Something was screaming at him to reach out, to tell...

And then his phone rang sharply, banishing the other sound with a furious shrieking ring, a bell that grated against every one of his senses and knocked him out of the almost silent death he was sinking into.

He was dying.

And he almost accepted it. That thought ripped through his mind as he scrabbled to open the phone, jamming his cold fingers on the speaker button. The terror and desire for life that shocked him into action caused adrenaline to pulse through every inch of his body.

Suffocation wasn’t harsh, not at first. The lack of oxygen had put him into a sleepy state and he was fading...

He had almost let himself die.

“I hear it,” he gasps into the phone. It was so, so hard to form words. Even harder to understand the voices chattering at him, but he forces himself to focus.

In a last ditch effort, he shoves his finger into his mouth and bites until the pain lances up his arm and he tastes blood, copper and iron and bright, in his mouth. He can almost taste the sensation of brightness as the blood and the pain wakes him up again, shocking him back into reality.

He clings to it for a moment, blood on his lips cherry red, before he can steady himself enough to understand what was being said, lack of oxygen pushed back as he forces himself to stay awake.

“I hear you...,” he repeats. Ryan is speaking. Pretty Ryan, lovely Ryan, so insistent. So stern. Such pretty lips when he makes words, he wonders fluidly what those pretty baby blues look like now when he’s so scared for him...

Focus. Another bite, another lance of pain, another moment of lucidity in a dark hole, in a dark abyss. “Come... closer,” he whispers as the horrible sound gets harder to hear. “C-closer.”

“Gavin!” Ryan shrieks again into the phone, bending over it as he yells at the other. Michael has the other boys on the line, just telling them that they were here, that Gavin was here, that they were doing their best and they all had to join them at this fuckin’ graveyard as soon as they can because Gavin... Gavin wasn’t doing well.

They were down to their last minute, that was obvious. If they hesitated too much more...

Then Gavin’s voice - the faintest whisper - drifts through the phone. Closer. They were going the wrong direction. Michael hauls the wheel and they literally streak across the graveyard, running over headstones and knocking over funerary urns as they streak in the direction Gavin brought them.

Loud.

It was so loud. The sound was keeping him from sleep. He just wanted to sleep? Why wouldn’t they just shut up and let him sleep?

If he closes his eyes and dreams, he can see the warmth of his own bed. Geoff would hold him there, pet his hair, tell him he’s done well. The others would be there to give him kisses. Jack would gently tilt his head up and give him that warm soft kiss she was so famous for. He felt safe with her.

Why wouldn’t that sound turn off so he could go with her? She wanted to take him somewhere. His body was so cold and hurt so much. Why couldn’t he just go with her?

He coughs once and it shocks him awake as his body spasms. It’s so hard to cough and when he wipes his face, there’s pain as his fingers touch his cold lips, hot and bright as it spasms through him. Why does his finger hurt?

Oh. He had bitten it, didn’t he? It seems so long ago.

And then he’s coughing again and someone is shouting at him or near him and the grating sound is so fever-bright and it hurts his ears and he just whines.

“Loud...”

“There!” Ryan’s almost throwing himself out of the cop car as soon as he hears it. Gavin’s whisper of loud and the sight of a fresh mound of dirt means only one thing. That’s where he is.

He’s about to launch himself out of the car when a bullet smashes against the door handle. It’s only sheer dumb luck it doesn’t go through the window and into his brain. Cop cars. Why the fuck don’t they have bulletproof glass?

“There’s a guy...!” Michael shrieks two seconds too late. He picks up speed, gritting his teeth as he barrels towards the gunner. Two bullets get lodged in the windsheld and it splinters, but he doesn’t care.

“Go!” he yells at Ryan as he slams into the man at full fucking speed.

The windsheld is filled with body and then red.The gunner isn’t a problem anymore. Michael supposed vacantly that the man wasn’t expecting them to be so desperate as to just ... run him the fuck over. Although, maybe he thought it was a real cop.

Really, it didn’t matter what he had thought. Michael leans over the steering wheel, blood streaming from his forehead where he had struck the window on impact. He groans, but he’s alive, and just shoves Ryan out of the passenger side when the man hesitates for a half second to look at him. “Go!” he repeats breathlessly.

So Ryan’s going.He leaps out of the car, ignoring the mangled corpse stuck in the grill and Michael’s dazed form. The other probably had a concussion but was otherwise fine - thank god, so much thank god, he had someone up there to thank if they came through tonight - racing towards the mound of dirt.

“Gavin!” he yells into the phone, now cracked in his hand from where it was hit in impact. His hurt finger was pulsing in pain but he ignored it. What was a lost fingernail when his Gavin was dying?

His Gavin, his beautiful sunny Gavin, the man with the smile that could make his heart hurt, the man who had words that made him want to melt, the man that was his sun, his moon, his everything...

All of their everythings....

He throws the phone to his side. If he doesn’t manage this, than they wouldn’t need it anymore anyways. Falling to his knees and ignoring the way this rips his remaining fingernails to shreds, he digs like a dog in the unpacked soil, shoveling it out of the way with two frantic hands.

He’s sobbing, he thinks. There’s something in his eyes that makes it hard to see. He doesn’t stop to brush it away.

Theres’ the distant sounds of shouting. Of another cop car. Maybe they will help before they arrest him? He never would beg a cop for help, but now he’d get down on his knees and plead if it meant Gavin would be alive. He’d debase himself if it only meant the other would survive.

But it wasn’t the cops. It was Geoff and Jeremy. Jeremy runs to where Michael was struggling out of the mangled cop car where they had run into the man and a stone casket, the front crumpled with the impact. Geoff falls to his knees in the dirt with Ryan and they wordlessly dig.They’re uncovering the front of the coffin when Jack arrives.They don’t stop.

Jack had stopped at the graveyard station at the front and received a shovel. She was always the smartest of them. With the combined effort of all five of them, they exhume the coffin and open the lid.

For a moment, they fear Gavin’s dead. His eyes are closed. His lips are blue.

But its Jack who sees the rise and fall of his chest. Shallow. But there. It’s her who drags him out of the coffin that was almost his final resting spot. Its Jack who drags his body to the surface with the other’s help, and it’s Jack whose sweet lips get him to cough back his breath.

Gavin only remembers the sweet, sweet taste of oxygen. When he can be aware of anything at all, he realizes there’s a mask on his face. When they had stocked the Mobile Command Center with first aid kits and oxygen, the Lads had complained it was overkill.

But Jack had insisted. You never know.

And you never really did.

His brain was foggy at first, but at every frantic gasp of the life-bringing gas, things cleared. And then he was coughing, convulsing, dragging breath after breath down his lungs as he remembered he needed to breathe, knew how low on oxygen he was, how it felt to die.

He wasn’t dead. He wasn’t dead.

When Gavin opens his eyes - six minutes after he had fallen into the unconscious state that lingers before death - he finds every single one of his lovers above him.

They’re muddy. Filthy. Bloody. Tear-stained and scared and broken shells of the men (and women) who had sauntered off to the heist not three hours earlier, suave and confident and on top of the world.

But as he breathes in the sweet taste of life and starts to cry breathless tears of relief and they all pull him into frantic hugs, he can believe with whatever faculties he currently has that they’re all alive.

They’re going to be okay. He wasn’t dead.

He was going to be okay.

Its Ryan who notices first that Gavin’s awake. After they had pulled what felt like Gavin’s lifeless corpse from the coffin, Jeremy had started to sob. It was Jack who had the oxygen - and the shovel and the intelligence - to bring him fully back to them.

CPR was enough to get him breathing again, but it was the damn oxygen tank that saved his life.

He lunges towards Gavin and it’s Ryan’s squawk that brings the rest of them out of their silent vigil. It had been such a long night. Jeremy had fallen asleep against Michael, who was not allowed to sleep. Jack had immediately diagnosed him with a concussion after tending to Gavin. The bump and cut on his head where he had slammed into the man with the gun was livid.

But it would heal. They would all heal.

It didn’t seem true until Gavin’s eyes opened and Ryan hauled him forward. The man doesn’t even seem fully with them, still distant and dizzy, but Ryan just clings to him.

“Don’t do that!” he says roughly, pressing his forehead against Gavin’s, looking him into the eyes and watching him focus on his own. “Don’t - don’t you ever.... Don’t you ever do that again!”

Gavin makes a small whimper and Ryan quickly releases him, the other falling back a bit before giving a small, gentle little grin. “Sorry,” he breathes, coughing again. “W-will try not to.” His grin turns a bit crooked and he chuckles breathlessly.

Just like that, it’s like a weight is lifted.

Gavin may be seriously hurt. He may have panic nightmares and dreams about being buried alive and need an oxygen tank for a few weeks. He may have damage to his lungs and some lingering brain issues for a few months.

But he could joke. He could laugh.

They all gather around him, pulling him into soft kisses and softer touches. Geoff is last, bending over to steal the gentlest kiss. “I’m sorry,” he breathes. There’s a weight in there that means so much more than what he said.

Gavin just gently squeezes his hand. “Not your fault, Geoffrey,” he whispers with a small smile. “Besides -” he says and coughs a bit, “it’s your plan that bloody saved my life. Good call on those sirens.”

Geoff smiles a bit and kisses Gavin again. “Now shut up, Free, before I make you,” he retorts clumsily, hiding his pink cheeks from Gavin’s compliment. He’s not used to having the other boys praise him. He’s the leader, he’s supposed to do right. But it’s a load off his mind knowing Gavin doesn’t blame him.

He’ll just blame himself.

They may be wanted by a thousand cops. They may have made an enemy of a powerful, stealth group that kidnapped one of their own and almost killed him in a sadistic death trap. They may be wounded and hurt and traumatized.

But that was for tomorrow.

Right now, they will hold each other as the sun slowly drifts above the horizon, in a dark graveyard in the back of a mobile command unit not made for the kind of driving they used it for.

Battered? Broken? Scared? Sure.

But always the fuckin’ unbreakable, unkillable, immortal fucking Fake AH Crew.

#fahc #fake ah crew #ragehappy #ot6 #tw: claustrophobia #kidnap au

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Santa Baby

Pairing: Jim Kirk x Reader

Word Count: 1265

Warnings: second hand embarrassment

A/N: I'm so sorry I've been MIA for awhile I've been feeling very Nihilistic about my life and my future but!! We're getting back on track folks! Christmas in June! This was requested eons ago by @thefanficfaerie. Hopefully you enjoy it even if it is half a year late. Also sorry it’s not edited yet; I was so excited that I finally wrote something again that I wanted to post it before I forgot about it and it sits in my docs for another six months lol

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It was difficult to say who was more excited about Christmas shopping, Joanna or Jim. Even after all the time he'd spent in San Francisco, the sheer size and business of everything still filled Jim with awe compared to the flat open plains of Iowa. He tried to pull Jo into every store they passed, but she had one thing on her mind: Santa. The pair rounded the corner, Jo stomping forward and dragging Jim by the hand, and came face to face with an artificial winter wonderland.

Fake snow spilled across the floor of the mall and Jim swore the temperature dropped the closer they got to the display. Jim didn't even know where to look. Everywhere his eyes went he saw something new: the red and green wrapped presents spilling from a bag beside the dais. The pine trees so crisp and strong he could almost smell them. The man perched on the middle of it all, cheeks as rosy as the carols always said. Most of all, though, Jim noticed the angel stood at the bottom of the steps, leading kids up to Jolly Old St. Nick.

"Come ooooon," Jo groaned, tugging with all her weight on Jim's hand. He blinked at her, so lost in your beauty that, for a moment, he forgot where he was.

"You know, Santa only gives presents to good kids."

"I'm the BEST kid. Daddy always says so!"

"We'll, Dr. McCoy is the smartest guy I know, so that checks out. Just don't tell him I said that." Jo ran her fingers across her lips as if she were zipping them, and Jim winked at her.

As the two waited in line, Jim tried desperately to look anywhere but at you. He looked at the other mall patrons, at the children bouncing eagerly as they waited to talk to Santa, he looked at your smile as you waved the next kid on and the way your hair was framing your face perfectly from underneath that elf cap - a cap he was sure would look ridiculous on anyone else but somehow made your smile brighter and your face younger and -

A sharp tug at his arm made Jim look down. Jo stared up at him with the intensity only a five year old on a mission could muster. "Do you like her?"

"What," Jim laughed, trying to hide his nerves. "No, no I was just...admiring the decorations."

"It's okay if you like her. I won't tell anyone. I'm really good at keeping secrets, like how Daddy really likes to watch that show about old ladies. Goldy Girl."

"Golden Girls," Jim asked, already plotting how to use this information against Bones.

"Yeah! That one! I haven't told anyone about it!"

"You just told me."

"Ooh, are we sharing secrets," you asked, crouching down so you could get to Joanna's level. "Because I've got a secret for you if you want to trade."

"My Uncle Jim thinks you're pretty!"

"I didn't," Jim started by addressing you before quickly turning to Jo. "I didn't say that." His head swiveled to you again as he tried to figure out to remedy this situation. "I didn't say that."

You closed your eyes for a moment, not letting the smile fall from your lips as you tried to center yourself and find the few scraps of patience you had left. "Well, Miss Jo. You told me your secret how about I tell you mine?" Jo nodded her head eagerly, her brown curls bouncing on her shoulders. "I've heard from a very reliable source that you are on the good list. In fact, you've been so good that Santa had to make a separate list just for you."

Jo's eyes went wide. "Really?"

"Why don't you go ask him yourself," you asked, holding your hand out. She took it happily, skipping up to Santa's chair.

You became acutely aware of Jim's presence at your side and you tried to ignore the heat of it, of his gaze. "I swear I'm not just another sleazy old man who thinks the elf costume is sexy. Not that it's not sexy, because it is - you are. I'm not into that so you don't have to worry." Jim closed his eyes and tried to imagine he was standing on the bridge of the Enterprise somewhere in deep space. He wasn't sure it would be far enough to escape the embarrassment he felt.

"Not into what? Sexy elves or women?"

"Either," Jim said too fast to really process the question. "I mean I love women and- and elves I, uh...This..," Jim laughed, if just to keep himself from screaming, "I think this conversation got away from me."

By some last act of kindness from a merciful god, Joanna bounded up, tugging on Jim's hand and pulling him away from what was officially the most painful experience of his life, this coming from the man who looked death in the eye and came out victorious. But, even as Jo dragged Jim's body away, his mind stayed with you. He knew he had to see you again, if only to correct the image you had now formed of him first as a creeper then as a flustered schoolboy.

It took a few days to form a coherent plan and another two to convince Sulu that Jim didn't have any nefarious plans for his and Ben's daughter and that it was all perfectly (probably) legal. It wasn't until he stood in line clutching Demora's hand that he realized this plan was ridiculous. He had no way of knowing if you were working today.

The weight of his recklessness bore down on him as Jim and Demora's approached the elf. She turned and his heart fell through his stomach. She was pleasant enough to look at, but she wasn't you. She didn't put the stars in the sky and warmth in Jim's heart.

"Christ," he muttered, running his hands down his face as Demora clambered onto Santa's lap.

"I think he prefers Kris, actually." Jim's eyes snapped to you, taken aback slightly by the turtleneck and jeans you wore. He wondered what it said about him that he expected to find you in uniform.

"What are you doing here," he asked for lack of something better to say.

You shrugged. "My shift just ended, and I've never had a good sense of self-preservation so I figured I'd come talk to the guy who's stalking me."

"I'm not stalking you." Jim tried to remember anything from the conversations he'd practiced in anticipation of seeing you again but the mere quirk of a smile ghosting across your lips was enough to occupy all of his mind, precluding any chance of an elegant reply.

You nodded slowly. "Mhm, so you didn't kidnap a different child just to come see me again?"

"Who? Demora? No, no I didn't kidnap her, though don't ask her dad, because he'd probably say I did for the joke of it."

"Not very confidence inspiring."

"Then let's start over." You glanced at Jim from the corner of your eye, shifting the coat in your arms but not speaking. He licked his lips and wondered vaguely why his mouth felt so dry. "I'm James Kirk." He offered his hand for you to shake.

"Tell me, James Kirk," you said, after offering him your name in return, "if you were in Demora's place what would you ask Santa for?"

"Nothing." It was the first thing Jim had said with confidence in the past week. "I think I just found it."

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Echoes

Rating: T Word Count: 7,738 Pairings/Characters: Beat & Eri & Joshua & Neku & Rhyme & Shiki, side Joshua/Neku and Eri/Shiki Warnings: None Summary: This is how it goes:

Five children are born in Shibuya. Not all at the same time, not all the same age, but five children are born, and a shimmering figure, cloaked in glowing white, visits each child as they enter this world.

A reincarnation AU: Neku, Shiki, Beat, Rhyme, and Eri are all born again, having died after spending over 50 years all living together with the sixth member of their family, Joshua. They all start without their memories, but one by one, the past comes knocking on their door.

Luckily, they all have a guardian angel to keep these troublesome kids safe.

Partner: Zyo, Maro Author’s Note: This was really fun! Glad to participate in my 5th year here! Amazingly, didn’t become another multi-chap WIP this time!

Cross-posted to Ao3 Here

There is a boy, born in a Shibuyan hospital room, to two loving parents and a supportive family.

A boy with bright blue eyes and flecks of gold scattered within.

A boy who will have messy orange hair, except for one stark white streak on his left side.

A boy with two birthmarks, two circles with cracks that spiderweb out. One on his forehead and the other over his heart.

A different boy watches from the windowsill, unseen. A smile graces his lips at the sight of the baby, and Music fills the room as he laughs to himself. Parting words hang in the air, almost-heard, as he disappears.

“Silly Neku, did you really think Shibuya would let go of you that easily?”

This is how it goes:

Beat, the oldest. The first to die, the first to live.

Shiki is next. Born under the sun, died with her three remaining friends by her side.

Eri, second to last, broken heart hanging on no more. Born anew, middle child of the group.

Neku. The last to die. Slipping gentle into that good night, with the whisper of words against his ear, I’ll see you again soon, my dear.

Rhyme, who followed Beat soon after in death. They’re born with stars in their eyes, and a big brother waiting for them. Born ready to greet the people they once knew.

They waited. They all did, of course they did. Departed Souls hanging in the air, to be reunited with each other. Holding hands as they take the plunge, back into the river, back into the world they belong to.

Together.

Save one. Standing to guard them, guide them, a promise on his lips: You’ll be safe. You’ll be happy. You’ll know each other, and someday, you will know me once more too.

“Come on, Neku darling,” his mother calls, smiling down at him as she holds his hand.

Sandwiched between his parents, they walk on to something cool. Or so he’s told. He doesn’t know what they plan to show him. Something about a dog? Or a statue?

Either way, his parents said it’d be cool, so it must be!

A few steps later, and they’re standing in front of Hachiko! The dog statue! Yes, that’s what it was! How could he ever forget Hachiko, the meeting place, reunions, waiting–

“Se̢e̛ ͝yǫu̧ ̀ther҉e?“̛

The burst of TV static leaves Neku clutching his head, falling to his knees. He struggles against the booming pain, the electricity against his teeth.

Hands grip him, worried voices punch through the Noise, as his parents kneel beside him and help steady him. And he’s thankful they’re there, thankful for his parents, but they’re not who he wants, who he needs–

There’s holes, deep in his heart. Dark, empty chambers, desolate wind whipping through them. Echoes of missing pieces, broken, stolen away. Chunks taken from him, people taken from him. His Soul calling out and receiving no response. Anguish no seven year old should know.

And he doesn’t know, does he? Staring out at the statue with tears pooling in his eyes…

What do these feelings mean? Why am I missing something?

A flash. A memory not his own, buried deep, burned onto his eyes, there and forgotten at the same time. An illusion.

He’s there–He’s there, tall and gangly and older, smiling. Surrounded by friends. People he should know but doesn’t. One of them glows.

The second of clarity is met with another burst of agony. Neku pulls pulls at his hair, bites his lip to hide the sounds he wants to make.

Fingers settle on his head, stroke through his hair, and the vision fades, the pain dulls.

Whispered words meet his ears. A glimpse of purple eyes, of white hair. “Rest, my dear.”

Joshua?

A flash of light fills the air.

Neku looks at the dog statue, standing hand in hand with his parents, confused. There’s fuzz in his head, puzzle pieces gone missing. His parents look confused too.

“Hey! Rhyme! Where are you runnin’ to!?” A voice calls out from behind him, and Neku pivots, scrubbing at his eyes–why was he crying?–to look for the source of the noise.

Only to come face to face with another kid, maybe a couple years younger than him.

They stick their hand out and say, “Hi! I’m Rhyme! Our hair matches, cuz we’ve both got a white stripe! Wanna be friends with me and my big bro, Beat?”

“Sure!” He smiles, and takes their hand to shake it, before looking at the other person who stops nearby. He looks closer to his own age. “I’m Neku!”

“Sorry ‘bout Rhyme, yo,” Beat says. “They just love t’ run off. Ya don’t gotta be friends if ya don’t want.”

“Hmph.” Neku crosses his arms, eyeing Beat. He looks nervous, not annoyed so Neku rolls his eyes. “Too bad. We’re friends now! All three of us!”

“More like five of us,” says one of the two girls who show up, holding hands as they trail behind. “I’m Eri, and this is Shiki!”

Shiki nods and waves. “Rhyme did the same thing to us a couple weeks ago. I think they’re trying to collect big siblings. As if Beat isn’t the biggest doting brother there is.”

Everyone else starts to laugh as Beat huffs, so Neku deems it safe to join in and laugh too.

“I just thought you all looked like good friends! And we all match with our hair and cool goldy eyes! That’s all!” they say, still laughing.

It’s at this point that Neku remembers he’s still here with his parents, when he feels his dad settle a hand on his shoulder. Neku looks up at him, a question in his eyes.

His dad just laughs, and nods. “Why don’t we head to the park? You all can play there while us adults keep watch.”

Some of the empty space starts to fill.

“So tell me, Joshua,” Rhyme says, looking at him from their seat at a WildKat booth as he walks in. “Why don’t the others know yet?”

“First off,” he says, settling down across from them, “I don’t think five year olds should be drinking coffee, so that’s mine now.” He takes the cup and drinks, much to their annoyance. “Secondly, do your parents know you’re here?”

They shrug. “They trust Mr. Hanekoma to keep me from getting into trouble.”

That gets him to laugh. “A foolish notion, he just gave you a large.”

“I am a very persuasive child. And you are dodging the question.”

He takes another sip of their coffee while they stare and cross their arms. If they weren’t waiting for answers, they’d go make Mr. H give them more.

“It’d be cruel,” he says finally, “to force their memories to return. It’ll happen naturally, eventually… If it’s meant to happen at all. Yours didn’t come back peacefully, did they?”

Staring out into space–static in their brain. Static–. A car. A shark. A squirrel.

Static.

Needles dragging them to the grave.

Beat but not.

Others?

Static.

A scream escapes their throat, tears its way free, as they fall to the ground, memories pounding in their skull like footsteps on the pavement of the Scramble.

Beat is by their side–but no, he’s dead–but he’s there. Holding them tight, running fingers through their hair.

Tears streak down their cheeks, as seventy-five years of boiling memories pour across their Soul, scalding, burning them to the core.

Static.

They don’t speak for three weeks. Surrounded by animals the others can’t see. Noise flocking to their pain, except not feeding, not taking the negativity. Recognizing them as one of their own.

The first words that break the silence are “Can we go to Hachiko?”

The too-fresh wounds on their Soul, their heart, and the expression they must make, must speak for them, without ever needing words to pass their lips, because Josh just nods.

“If I tried to force memories before they were ready, it’d be worse. If done poorly, there’s a chance they could die. They’ll remember when they’re ready, but I refuse to do that to them.” He sighs, and hoists himself up onto the back of the booth, feet resting on the seat.

“You could still join us! I know you can fiddle with your form, Mr. Composer,” they say, deflecting the conversation away, burying the pain.

“I’m still here,” he says, tired eyes meeting their own. Old eyes, purple far deeper than their memory can recall. The Noise fear of being near the Composer has long worn off, but his presence still prickles at the back of their mind, when they take a step back. “I never left. And I will keep watch over all of you, but it’s not my time to return yet.”

Rhyme nods, listening to his explanation. “Fine. I’ll let that be, for now. But no isolation, Mister! Come hang out with me! See the others when they get their memories back!”

That gets Josh to laugh, a spark returning to his eyes, and he nods. “Alright, alright, I get it. No hiding away from everyone or Rhyme’ll come to the penthouse and drag me out of it by my hair.”

“You bet I will!” They grin, and reach over, swiping the coffee back and taking a huge gulp of it.

“I’m so glad I am not your actual parent right now, or I’d have to do more to stop you. Which is a task in futility, I am well aware.” With a wave of his hand, the coffee cools, and the burning in their mouth fades away.

The burning of their Soul fades too. A cool aloe salve settling over their wound. A soft tune to guide the discordant Music back to the familiar melody.

Sure, the ache of it had dulled before, no longer throbbing, demanding to be felt. But the pain was still there. The presence of the others made it fade, as it stubbornly refused to completely go away.

Rhyme slumps back in their seat, setting the coffee down and letting out a sigh of relief. “Thanks.”

Joshua smiles, so soft and fond. Nostalgic like the fresh bread they’d all make together. Flour ending up on shirts and in hair, dough stuck to hands and foreheads. Sunshine filtering through the windows and the smell filling the apartment.

“Of course,” he replies. “Pain is not allowed to touch you while I’m around.”

By the time the conversation ends, Rhyme has a new necklace. A white feather, dangling from a silver string.

Parents talk, of course.

It’s odd, they all agree, how fast their children became friends, but ah well, kids will do what they do. It’s not the weirdest thing that’s happened.

Rhyme’s three-week silence was weirder, but that happened before this.

(They were a case of their own.

Staring off into space is normal. Speaking and giving advice like an adult is not, no matter how many books they’ve read by five. Books far beyond their reading level.)

The fact that all five kids have a matching white lock of white hair mixed in with their natural color is strange. As is the fact that they all have flecks of gold in their eyes.

But the icing on this cake of weird is the luck.

Children get sick, that’s what they do. Children get into danger, and scrape their knees or break their bones. Or they get lost. Children do dumb and stupid things and learn the consequences. Even parents with the eyes of a hawk can’t protect them all the time.

But.

When their children go missing, and they all panic, it’s for nothing. The kids come trooping back to Neku’s house, with grins on their faces and stories to tell. Safe.

When they fall off bikes or out of trees, there’s never a broken bone, though the skin might be bruised. Miraculous safe landings occur more often than they should.

And sure, they got sick, germs spread when they all insisted on piling on top of whoever fell ill this time, but it didn’t stick. Flus shaken off in a day or two.

It’s like they all have a guardian angel.

Shiki is twelve when it happens. A weekend morning at the park, Beat and Rhyme not yet there.

Twelve year old girls, so full of fire and rage. Protectiveness and spite. Some of the most creative people in the world.

The bark of her words is not the only damage she can deal. The sting of claws, teeth meant to bite, feet and fists can bruise the skin. A rough-and-tumble girl, no fear in her heart when her friends of five years stand by her side.

So when people make fun of Beat for the way he speaks, or Neku when he bounces in place and talks about art and music for an hour, or Eri for being vain for liking fashion, they get an elbow to the face.

“And what’s up with that creep you all keep around! The know-it-all baby who acts like they’re better than everyone! Maybe you freaks wouldn’t have so much trouble being normal if you stopped bleaching part of your hair!”

“Shut! Up! What do you get from being mean? You’re just mad because you think you’re better than us! We’ll you’re not, and I think you know that already!” She throws her hands to the side, glaring up at the older boys as the wind starts to swirl the fallen leaves around them. Picking them up, circling the group, and even if they’re all too old (or too young) to believe in magic, they know when to run.

It’s sharp. The wire buzzing under her skin, the rope she walks, careful not to fall into the unknown. Tension just beneath the surface, a shark’s fin cutting the water.

The wire snaps at the contrast. So different from the past. Surrounded by friends and family that have made her brave.

She f a l l s …

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Plunged deep into the arctic abyss, reaching, grasping up at the glimmer of light above the surface. Back stinging from contact, struggling to pull up. Frozen heat burning as the ice clings to her skin, sinks to her bones, strands of hair already turned to frost as they sway in front of her face. Darkness closing in as the water claims her soul.

The bubbles leaving her mouth float up, though, and she uses that to orient herself, pushing, dragging her body and world-weary soul up and up and up into the sunlight.

There’s hands. Hands pulling her back up, helping her sit, and she blinks away the vision in her eyes. She’s not plunging into the oceanic depths of Shibuya’s Soul, she’s flat on the concrete, body scraped up and in pain, but it’s no more than an echo of the ache in her Soul.

“Shiki, oh my god, Shiki? Are you okay? Did they hit you, cuz if they did I’ll mess em up. Can you hear me? Do I need to call an ambulance? Your parents?” Eri is fretting at her side, holding her steady, as Neku talks on his phone. No doubt already explaining to her parents what happened.

They’re both so young. So tiny and fragile. Age rests in her bones, as she looks at her friends with weary eyes.

Except–That’s not right. She’s just as old-young as the rest of them.

“I’m–I’ll be fine,” she says. And her voice feels wrong. So high pitched and scratchy. Different from before. “I just wanna go home and sleep.”

Neku hangs up and walks closer, putting an arm around her, as Eri takes the other side. With their help, she stands, and the world only spins a little bit.

“Your parents are on the way, too. We’re going to meet up with them,” he says. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was a bad fall.”

Shiki shakes her head, and then freezes, a wave of nausea hitting as she does that. So she focuses on Neku, taking in his unruly spiky hair, no hair gel needed right now. His depressive emo phase hasn’t hit this time, and she hopes it never will. It won’t, if she has anything to say about it. Blue eyes so light and full of concern, but not of pain. Not of age weighing him down.

“I’m okay,” she says. “I’m gonna bruise, but I don’t think I’m concussed. Just… Tripped over my own feet and took a bad fall.”

And that’s that. They both take her at her word, and carry on until they meet up with her parents. She manages to convince them not to take her to the hospital, just to take her home.

Even more impressively, she manages to get Eri and Neku to leave her alone, gets them to go back to the park, to play without her as she crawls into bed and rests.

(She’s older than her parents, even if this body isn’t. She knows things they never will.

Shiki knows how it feels to die. Twice. The energy buzzing under your skin as you fight to regain life.

Dying the second time and knowing this is it. Because Death is sitting at your bedside, holding your hand as the sweet darkness closes in. As your Music unravels into the city that holds your Soul.

Knows the soft ache as your Music cries out for lost loved ones and receives no response. Knows it must’ve been worse for Eri and Neku.

Shiki also knows why their parents think they all have a guardian angel.

Oh, he must’ve hated it when they first called him that.)

In the darkness of her bedroom, in the heart of Shibuya, she is safe.

Safe enough to close her eyes. To rest, until she uses her voice and the silence breaks.

“Joshua, I know you’re here.”

“This is Shibuya, I’m everywhere,” Joshua says, voice old and soft, an ache buried beneath the familiar smirk.

Shiki laughs, and sits up. He looks the same as all those years ago, when she first met him. Small and 15 years old, bigger than she is now but so much less than the last time she saw him. Josh aged with them all, on the surface, maybe to keep them from being weirded out, or maybe to feel like he belonged, she doesn’t know. Neku probably would.

“I suppose I should be thanking my guardian angel, though, because I don’t have a concussion?” She raises an eyebrow at him.

That gets him to scowl. “Of all the things to call me! An Angel I am not! But…” He looks at her again, and softens, smiling. “Yeah. I did my best to keep you little miscreants out of trouble.”

“Thank you,” she murmurs.

Reaching out, Shiki tugs him closer, pulls him down and under the blankets too, so she can flop across his lap. In this life, with all her friends and family, she’s not touch-starved by any means, but the comfort of having him here is nice, as he runs his hand through her hair, and… It’s been years for him, watching from the sidelines.

“Tsk tsk, what would your parents say, Miss Shiki?” Josh grins. “If they catch me in here, a 15 year old boy snuggled up in your bed.”

“Doesn’t matter,” she says, “cuz you won’t be letting them catch you.”

“Yeah, that’s fair.” She can hear the smile in his voice, even without looking. “Get some rest, Shiki. You’re still in pain, and the memories aren’t fully slotted in yet. But I’m here, I’ll help with this.”

She nods, weariness sinking into her as he speaks, and that must be some bullshit magic, but whatever. He’s allowed to do that, it’s been ages since she had an issue with casual use if it helped.

Shiki never could quite hear the Music the way some of the others could, and her UG sight was always blurry, but… She could feel the threads. A seamstress has to know the way things are sewn together, and those bonds? She could sense those.

Even without her memories, those bonds ached, reaching for memories and people that weren’t there. Or those that might’ve been there, but obscured. No understanding of what she felt when she tried to pluck them, or follow them. No knowledge of the hair-pulling pain she felt.

Not until now, curled up against Joshua’s chest, listening to the drumbeat of Shibuya. Senses unexplored blooming back, and she knows these ropes.

Shiki had lost her life, lost her home, and it’s still not all back, but she knows where all the pieces are. She knows they’ll all return.

It just might take some time.

When Shiki wakes, the roaring migraine has settled into a minor headache, and Joshua is gone. The only sign he was ever there is a necklace, one white feather dangling from its cord.

But there’s someone else in his place, sitting in a chair by her bed.

“Rhyme?”

Shiki’s voice cracks, dry throat begging for water, but Rhyme perks up and grins, looking away from their journal to hand a cup to her.

“Shiki!” they clap their hands together. “I’m glad you’re okay! I was worried, you know? I heard about what happened, with you suddenly passing out! So today we all came over–the others are outside–and we’ve all been taking turns keeping watch!”

Shiki drinks, and sets the cup down, raising an eyebrow. “Everyone else is over? You all… Didn’t need to be that concerned. I’m fine!”

“Yeah, I know!” They shut their journal, and lean forward. “It’s only been a day, so I gotta say, you’re handling this waaay better than I did, like five years ago. I wasn’t ready to leave my room for like, three weeks.”

Rhyme’s energetic, rapid-fire talk never ceases to amaze her, but it’s a struggle to keep up right now, dazed as she is. “Handling… what?”

Rhyme frowns, looking Shiki up and down. “What I thought this was. I’m gonna be sad if I’m wrong, actually. Tell me, does the name Joshua mean anything to you?”

And oh– The shock in her eyes must give her away, because Rhyme lets out a sigh of relief. “Cool, awesome, I’m not alone anymore. Not that… Not that I was ever totally alone. I mean, Mr. Hanekoma and Josh are both cool, but I was the only one of us with memories, and it was soooo frustrating!”

“When did you…”

“Five years ago, just before we met,” Rhyme says. “I hunted everyone down, it wasn’t just the similar hair. Though that made it easier.”

Shiki nods, glancing around at her room. She spots one of her sewing projects, and picks it up, working while they talk, so she has something to do with her hands.

“It must not’ve been fun, getting all those memories while so alone,” she says, looking at the small squirrel she’s sewing. Pink, Noise-y. A choice she made without knowing, before. It was going to be a gift for Rhyme.

“Yeah,” they sigh, deflating. “Like I said, three weeks. I didn’t talk, didn’t leave my room, didn’t do anything. The first words I spoke were can we go to Hachiko? They were all so happy I was doing better that they took me. And then I found you.”

She smiles. “You did. I’m glad you did, Rhyme. You found all of us.”

“I did, and… That helped, it really did,” they say. “It hurt though. It felt like someone had poured boiling water on my Soul, and the only thing that helped me deal with the pain was keeping you all close.”

The words make Shiki wince, though that might be the slip of the needle poking at her skin. “I wish I could’ve been there for you more.”

“It’s okay! I’m better now. Joshua eased the pain.”

Josh.

Shiki sits up straighter, and nods. “He–he visited me. He did that for me too, I think. Because I’m not in much pain.”

“He visited you?” they ask, reaching out a hand to help steady her.

“Yeah,” she says, smiling. “Let me tug him around, and I got to fall asleep on top of him. It was nice. Like those times we all just turned into one big pile of people together.”

Rhyme gasps, faking shock. “And you didn’t invite me?”

“Take that up with Josh! He’s the one who knew you remembered. And also the one who wasn’t dying of a migraine.” Shiki laughs, and offers a hand to Rhyme. “But you’re welcome to join me now.”

Rhyme takes it, and she pulls them up onto the bed. They smile, and curl up against Shiki’s side, while she slings an arm around them.

“You know, the others are gonna come back soon for the shift switch, to check in on you, and they’re gonna get super jealous.”

“Who says they’re not invited to join us?”

“Your bed’s weight limit.”

Shiki snorts. “As if the laws of physics apply to us.”

They both laugh, and the bonds holding them together strengthen. Threads of Music finding one less response to search for, one less empty echo of the past.

When the door next opens, and the others find Shiki awake, there’s a mad dash. Shouts fill the air as they catapult themselves onto the mattress.

Shiki is right, and the bed doesn’t break. She thinks a small thank you to Joshua for that.

In the end, Rhyme has settled on top of her, with Beat to her right, Eri to her left against the wall, and Neku sprawled out across their legs.

They all have their various projects with them. Shiki and her sewing, Eri and Neku with their sketchpads (one for designs and one for art, still following their passions even now), Rhyme with a notebook for writing, and Beat with a video game. Brought along in case she wanted quiet company.

They know each other so well.

Even without memories of times just like this, they follow their heart and fall into the same patterns as before.

And if it feels like there’s a wing wrapped around her, or fingers carding through her hair, well.

Josh knows these patterns too, and falls into them like they all do.

For Beat, it happens when he’s 15, just a few days after his birthday.

It happens not out of imagination, or anger, but fear.

Terror gripping his heart in a steel vice as he watches. A car swerving around a turn far too fast, as Rhyme crosses the street.

Feet pound the pavement as he sprints forward, futile even in all his efforts to try and beat a speeding car.

A scene plays out before his eyes. Jumping in front of Rhyme, trying to save them. Getting killed right along with them, nothing but paste on pavement.

A flash of white, and different scene happens instead.

Rhyme yells, and jumps back, slamming into Beat. Neither of them fall, neither get crushed by tires and metal. Instead, they make it back to the sidewalk, and terror shakes in his limbs.

“Rhyme! Be careful!” he says, voice on the edge of tipping into a forest-fire panic. ”I dunno what I would’a done if I lost ya like that again!”

Rhyme, always calm, even in the face of death, flinches. Eyebrows scrunch together, as they look up at him.

“Beat… What do you mean, again? When did I get hit by a car?” they ask, calm. Even, despite the near-miss.

“I– You– When our parents were mad– We– We died?”

He stumbles, falling to the concrete sidewalk as pain roars in his head. There’s something missing. An incomplete deck of cards, a lost puzzle piece.

Except the ace has been found. The puzzle is complete, as the picture slots together.

He vomits. It feels like he’s been hit by that car again. Or maybe by one of Minamimoto’s attacks, and fuck is that dude still around too? Kariya’s definitely ruffled his hair a couple times.

It’s information overload, as over seventy years of life rush back into his brain, pushing at his skull. A torrent of rain flooding the pavement. But Rhyme, always by his side, is there, a steady anchor in the storm.

They hold him up, and help him walk as he stumbles forward. His little sibling, they’d watched him die again. Sat at his deathbed as life faded from him. No doubt confused by the unknown memories tormenting their brother. Scared out of their mind from this turn of events.

“Beat? Beat breathe!” he hears them say, and that helps him focus, but it’s like someone’s shoved his own skateboard through his head.

“Oh, fuck this,” they mutter, and if he could operate his mouth, he’d scold them for their language. But what they shout next makes it hard to focus on anything at all besides the shock.

“Joshua!” they call out, loud and clear. “Get the hell over here and help!”

A flurry of feathers, and then there’s a hand on his back. Soft and steady, as the pain leaks away, flowing out of his body.

“Better?” asks a voice that’s oh so familiar, on the edge of his consciousness. Lilting its way back into his life–his new life. Second–no, third chance at this world.

He blinks, and they’re in a room. His room, except not.

A room he hasn’t seen once these past 15 years, but it’s one he knows in his heart. One he now knows in his brain, too, as he collapses onto the well-worn bed.

“I’ll get you home in a bit, when this subsides. Rhyme, you can tell your parents that you’re spending the night at Shiki’s, yeah?” They must nod, because that’s the end of that discussion. He closes his eyes, trusting these two members of his family to watch out for him.

The next thing Beat knows, he’s warm. A heavy weight on top of him, and more at either side. He must’ve fallen asleep because when he opens his eyes, the sun has shifted, morning light filtering in through the window.

There’s also three extra people crowded on this bed.

Shiki is using his shoulder as a pillow, one arm sprawled across his chest, and Rhyme is passed out on top of him.

The third has wings curled around them all, and is leaning against his other side.

Josh smiles, opening his eyes as he senses Beat wake up. No doubt he was tuned to Shibuya, Composing his–their–city until just now. He looks the same as the day they first met, young and 15 again.

This time Beat knows it’s a lie. But he also knows he doesn’t look his age either, anymore.

“As you can see, they were both very concerned for your wellbeing,” Joshua says. “I mean, I was too, but I knew you’d be fine.”

Beat snorts, but doesn’t move. “Thanks, for whatever ya did. My head’s a lot clearer now, thanks’ta you no doubt.”

“Of course.” There’s a light, fond tone there, and Beat knows he wouldn’t recognize it if it hadn’t been for the fifty years he spent living in the same space as him.

It’s nice to hear that tone again.

“So… Rhyme and Shiki…” His head still hurts, distant pain compared to the cracked-head-against-the-pavement feel he had earlier.

“They’ve both remembered already. That’s why they’re the ones here. The others haven’t yet, but they will.”

He nods, and uncurls his arms from around Rhyme (it’s where they always end up, when he falls asleep with them, in both lives now). “It was when… When they collapsed, ain’t it? Rhyme, back when they was five, an’ Shiki like three years ago, yea?”

“Mhm, spot on. Bravo.” He grins. “That’s how Rhyme knew what was going on, and why they called me. I’m glad they did, really. I’ve been trying to keep the pain you all go through to a minimum.”

Beat leans into the touch as Josh pets his hair, and if this were anyone outside his circle of friends, maybe he’d blush. “Guardian Angel, huh?”

Josh snorts, rolling his eyes. “I swear, all of you are going to be teasing me about that. But yeah, I guess.” He softens again. “None of you deserve to endure more hurt than you’ve felt already. I think you’ve had quite enough of that.”

“Yo, thanks man, really. Ya saved us from that car ‘gain, didn’t you?”

For a second, the only noise is the sound of breathing from three of them, two fast asleep. The echo of his own wings hangs heavy on Beat’s back in the silence. None of them escaped the UG, not really, not in that life. And in this one, with their memories and Josh around, it looks like they might get pulled back in again.

Beat finds he doesn’t care, as long as they’re all together.

In the end, Joshua nods, and takes out a necklace. Simple, one single feather. As he strings it around his neck, he says, “The Game would take you, but you don’t need it. You all already shine, there’s no need for you to face it again. I want you all to be happy. With one last life for you all, if that’s what it takes.”

Eri worries about her friends. There’s a pit of unease that sits in her stomach as she watches them, listens in.

At first, she wasn’t concerned. Sure Rhyme has always been a bit off, but that’s just Rhyme!

But then it spread.

Shiki (wonderful, beautiful Shiki), passed out. And came back different. She’d thought Shiki had just been freaked out by the event, Eri sure was, but no… Something else happened then, and Eri didn’t know what, but Rhyme did.

Still, she lets it rest (even when Beat falls into the same oddness). For a little while, at least.

Curiosity is a dangerous thing.

This is how it goes: Eri is 16, and Shiki is chilling with her in her room. Eri sprawled out on her stomach, across her bed and Shiki’s lap. She’s working on some designs, doodling across her homework instead of doing the dreaded math. Shiki, meanwhile, has given up entirely on said homework, and is stitching together a soft lavender dress, with white feathers embroidered along the edges.

But questions weigh on Eri’s mind.

“Hey Shiki, you’d tell me if something was wrong, right?”

She can feel Shiki tense under her, even as she says, “Of course, why do you ask?”

“Because, I know something’s up. You and Rhyme and Beat all have a secret.” She sighs, and pulls herself in, to sit up and look at Shiki properly.

Shiki’s eyes meet hers, and Eri can see the war waged inside. Conflict in the crash of waves against the cliff, beating away at her resolve. But Eri knows, feels it in her bones that she can’t push too hard, or the whole thing will come falling down.

Dealing that sort of damage isn’t in Eri’s plans. It’s what she hopes to avoid. But these same burning questions are eating away at herself, too. And maybe if she knew, they’d be stronger as two.

“I’m sorry, Eri, but I can’t tell you,” Shiki says, breaking the silence hanging in the air.

“Why not?” It comes out much more petulant than she expected.

A fond smile crosses Shiki’s face. “You’ll find out in time, alright? Just, trust me when I say it’s nothing bad. It’s actually very good. Most of it, at least.”

“Well, alright. But me and Neku are both worried. We’ve talked, you know?” she says. “You’re all important to us, you’re important to me, Shiki.”

This is how it happens.

Eri blushes at her statement, and Shiki grins, leaning in.

Fireworks don’t go off in the background, sparks don’t fly. This isn’t a movie. True love’s first kiss doesn’t change the whole world.

But for Eri, it does change hers.

There’s no air in her lungs. Her brain is a rubber band, stretched thin, trying to hold all the information that’s been shoved in. At risk of snapping, falling apart and into the abyss, into the weightless world around her. Gravity pulls from all sides, tugging at the strings binding Eri to the mortal coil.

Shiki is solid, though. The focal point in this overload. Shiki is real, and solid, and here. As atomic collision rearranges her brain, she clings to Shiki, pulls her closer, an anchor to keep her from joining the clouds in the sky.

A flare of heat burns against her chest as the feather necklace Shiki has been wearing for four years glows. As the white light pulses through the room, through them both, a wave of exhaustion hits Eri, and lulls her into the land of dreams.

Emerging from sleep is another matter altogether. A soft haze has settled over her, cotton around her brain. She’s warm, she’s safe. Shiki is still here, she can tell.

Memories make jumbled, distorted dreams, as they try to all play out at once, but the cloud keeps her from processing this yet, letting her past life slot into place in her timeline.

There’s voices, just above the surface, muffled but understandable.

“Did you really have to knock her out like that?” Shiki says, disgruntled, and oh, her voice is still so nice to hear, even in this life.

The other voice, one that is soft, like remembering the stories you made with friends out of cloudspun pictures, speaks. “If I hadn’t, she would have been in much more pain. I doubt your makeout session would’ve lasted much longer, anyway,” he says with a laugh, bright wisps of air curling around his words in Eri’s mind.

“Wasn’t like tha’,” Eri mumbles, exerting the herculean effort of lifting her eyelids, clearing her vision of the fog dulling the world.

Eri finds herself wrapped in Shiki’s arms, using her as a pillow. They must’ve tilted over together when she passed out.

She also finds Joshua sitting, perched on the edge of the bed, with a grin on his face. “Good morning, sleeping beauty. I see true love’s kiss has cured you of the dreaded amnesia. The power of love prevails once agai–oof.”

He’s cut off when a laughing Eri kicks him off the bed. “If that’s all that’s needed, then go kiss Neku, nerd. Or else I will for ya! He’s the last, right?”

A pillow Joshua’s hands never touched hits her face, but that’s fair retribution, so she swats it away, before sitting up. Josh’s face is red, but he’s laughing too. “Hey, that’s my boy to woo! You’ve already got Shiki!”

Shiki takes the time to sit up, and pulls Eri close. She appreciates it, really, because without the fog, her head hurts. Nowhere near as bad as before she was forced to nap, but it’s still annoying. “It’s not like Joshy-boy here is gonna even attempt to woo our Neku. He’s waiting for the memories to return and do the work for him.”

Eri sighs, pulling the blanket over herself and Shiki. “That is a question I have, why wait? You could’ve found a way to hop right on into this group, I’m sure of it.”

The smile on Josh’s face slides down a few notches, more subdued, grey settling into the clouds. “I can’t… I’m Composer still, you know. My very presence is risky to those still without memories. Being forced to remember could do permanent damage, and that’s not something I’d wish on any of you.”

“Mm, this isn’t that bad right now, though? I feel fine, ‘sides a bit of a headache,” Eri replies, eyeing him. No doubt Shiki’s already done this, but Eri needs to hear his reasons too. She knows him, knows his tendency to run away rather than face the difficult things. Sure he got better about it, but it still took him half a year to see Neku, and another half before meeting any of the others.

“Shiki’s got one of my feathers right now, like how I gave you all one before. I’m sure you felt it, because it’s meant to protect. There’s not enough essence in it to trigger memories, but it is part of how I noticed so fast when you went out too.” He hops back onto the bed, sitting on Eri’s other side, sandwiching her in. “It kept the backlash to a minimum.”

As he says that, he takes another necklace out from thin air (Eri figures he’s had this prepped for ages back in the Room of Reckoning, or maybe the apartment, assuming he kept it–and who is she kidding, he totally kept it). With a swift motion, he hangs the feather around her neck, and the warmth settles on her skin.

“There,” Joshua says, so gentle, and yet there’s the threat of lightning that any cloud brings, thunder hiding just below the surface of soft, pretty things, “to keep you safe. If that isn’t enough to save you from whatever danger, then I’ll be there, and it’ll have to face me.”

There are very few things that scare Eri in this world. Maybe she should be more afraid, but having a city-god guardian tends to make one feel invincible.

But standing on the other end of Joshua’s protective wrath?

She’s glad she’ll never have to fill that spot. For her, his wings are a shield, not a symbol of impending doom.

On a beautiful day, the anniversary of Neku’s first death, a day like any other, 18 year old Neku wakes up with a headache.

(No, not that kind of headache. It’s not quite time for that.

But it will be. Soon.)

He dons his new pair of headphones. A pair he found sitting outside his apartment when his parents were on vacation, with a note addressed to him, just two weeks ago. CAT exclusives. Mint condition. They must be almost a century old, but Neku swears they work better than anything he could get these days.

Besides, there’s something familiar in the weight, resting on his head, or against his neck. A long-lost piece of life slotting back into place.

Or maybe he’s just a sleep deprived teen. He needs some mystery to spruce up this life. People’s reactions to his eyes and hair has gotten boring, especially since he doesn’t know the true answer himself.

Maybe he wants to know why Eri’s joined in on the secrets club, leaving him as the odd one out. No white feather hanging from his neck.

Maybe it’s getting to him. The apologies wearing thin.

So if he decides to take a walk down to the Udagawa backstreets alone, music blasting, really, who can blame him?

Well, the robber with a gun against Neku’s head in front of the old CAT mural would probably blame him. But he doesn’t count.

Terror climbs up his spine like a swarm of spiders, molten lead weighing down his limbs before the bullet’s even hit. It’s cold against his forehead, as he stares into the eyes of this man, knowing without a doubt that he could end up dead.

The robber removes his headphones, and Neku holds still. One wrong move and he’ll be g o n e.

The worst part of this isn’t the terror, or the loss. No.

It’s the familiarity.

He’s always been scared of guns. Fear clogging up his lungs at the sight of one. Hiding from fireworks that sound like gunshots ringing out.

Words are being said, orders, but Neku has turned to ice, unable to close his eyes to hide away from this reality, unable to move, unable to think as the gun stares back at him.

He has two thoughts. The first is: This is it, this is how it ends.

The second: What’s one more bullet meant to do, when I’ve already taken two?

A shot rings out.

A deafening crack echoes through the air, and Neku falls back onto the concrete street.

The robber crumples to the ground in front of him, as the smell of ozone sears his nose.

But not the smell of blood. There’s no pain blinding him, no hole in his head.

Neku’s not dead.

His vision splits, and so does his head, a tectonic rift jumping two halves of one whole out of alignment. Lightning strikes, spider-webbing through his vision, the after-images burned into his eyes.

There’s someone else standing nearby, a cloud of white hair and sharp, violet eyes, staring on in concern, one arm outstretched. And Neku knows, deep in his Soul, that he should not be seeing this person while still alive, but the mirage is a welcome sight.

He knows this person. Familiar like the words to an old song, one you used to know by heart, returning to you as you once again hear the tune.

“J–Joshua…?” he manages to get the name past the charred lump in his throat, as the world blurs, webs of darkness creeping over his eyes.

The last thing Neku knows is two gentle hands lifting him, and soft arms to rest in.

Neku Sakuraba opens his eyes, and finds a feather hanging from his neck, and five smiling friends crowded around his bed.

This is how the story goes:

Five people, five sixths of a family, die.

But they’re born anew.

Born into a kind and caring world. Looked after by the sixth. Led through life until the time for their memories to return came.

Once all the missing pieces were found, put back into the right place, and the picture became clear, the sixth joined the group of five.

Laughter rings out from the apartment, pillow fights and movie nights and crashing together on the couch as the sun comes up.

The family decides then:

Let this cycle repeat.

Let none of us be left alone.

Let’s move forward, but not forget the echoes of the past which have led us here.

Let us be together.

Because we can face anything so long as we have each other.

#TWEWY #TWEWY Bang 2019 #The World Ends With You #composeregg #Subarashiki Kono Sekai #submission #fanfic

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racheimayy · 5 years ago

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Autumn and October Playlists 🍂🎃

Sharing some of my favourite songs with you today in this post. I’ll be talking about only a couple of songs in these playlists and I will leave a link so you can have a listen if you like! (Autumn playlist = Autumnal vibe songs. October playlist = Songs I’ve been LOVING this month)

AUTUMN PLAYLIST

1. Diamonds - Talia Mar

I have honestly loved Talia’s music for a long time and am always so excited for new releases. Diamonds did not disappoint. It’s definitely a bit different to other songs she’s brought out, it’s fast paced, however still some aspects are slow and incredibly vocal. I love the way it flows, very complex yet easy to understand the concept.

“He covers you in diamonds, blinds you with his riches, clothes you in his words just to take away your senses, showers you in gifts all with his dirty funds, all these words of guilt but you buy them just like he buys diamonds”

2. french inhale - [bsd.u]

This song is actually in two of my playlists, “a u t u m n” and “brb i’m reading”. It’s a really calming song and I feel like it matches the Autumn vibes well. No only this but I find myself reading a lot more during Autumn so songs like this make an appearance.

No lyrics here lol

3. Only you (Acoustic) - Sarah Close

Such a b e a u t i f u l song! Matched with Sarah’s voice just makes this all the more better! Her vocals are the most serene thing I’ve heard in the 17 years I’ve walked the earth and the lyrics are gorgeous. To put it simply if you love acoustic songs, get on this one right now.

“You're so heavy I can't see the skies, you’re making plans then forgetting mine, nothing to look for now you’ve found your treasure, and I’ve been asking myself, when is this gonna get better”

4. Hallelujah- Oh Wonder

Oh Wonder are honestly one of my favourite artists out there. The fact that I had the chance to see them live last year for my birthday but I didn’t still aggravates me to this day. Hallelujah is their most recent release and is just as beautiful as every other song they’ve released. In conclusion : Listen to their music.

“Cause there’s a crown, covered in glitter and gold, I’m gonna wear it whether you like it or not.”

OCTOBER PLAYLIST

1. Drama Club - Melanie Martinez

One of my favourite songs off her new album! As a fan of her last album I was waiting FOREVER for some new music and maaan Melanie served. I like the beat in the background and Melanie’s voice fits nicely with it. Also, the music video 🙏🏼 Women empowerment? Please, I’m so in love with everything about this song!

“Everyones so soft everyones so sensitive, do I offend you? You’re hanging on my sentences, you can keep you costume and you can keep your mask, i’ma take a bow so you can kiss my ass”

2. Tainted love - Soft cell

It’s just a banger isn’t it? What an oldie but goldie! Me and my mum literally scream the house down with this song and let’s be 100% honest here, if you know this song you definitely clap along to it. (If you don’t understand that, then you don’t know the song, sorry about it)

“Sometimes I feel I’ve got to *Clap Clap* run away, I’ve got to *Clap Clap* get away from the pain you drive into the heart of me, the love we share seems to go nowhere”

3. Looped up - Tobi Lou (feat. Vernon)

Tobi Lou: the only rapper that I will gladly listen to :) I love so many of Tobi’s songs but this one is *chef’s kiss* perfection. There’s so much to it but works so incredibly well. You can’t help but bop your head and tap your feet. It’s that kind of song and I LOVE it!

“It’s been a very long time since the weekend, it’s been a very long time and I’m weak, It’s been a very long time since you’ve seen me dunno why I’m so hard to reach”

4. This is Halloween - Panic! At the Disco.

This one’s just plain obvious. October playlist? Halloween songs. The Nightmare before Christmas is one of my most favourite seasonal movies to watch and I love this song a bit too much. I feel like using the original is a bit excessive, luckily Brendon Urie came in clutch and gave us this beautiful rendition of it!

“Tender lumplings everywhere, life’s no fun without a good scare, that’s our job but we’re not mean, in our town of Halloween”

#music #playlists #autumn #october #halloween #halloween playlist #october playlist #autumn playlist #sing #talia mar #sarah close #oh wonder #melanie martinez #panic! at the disco #the nightmare before christmas

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myrskytuuli · 7 years ago

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Holy hell, okay, this is not a drill. Goldie O’Gilt is making an appearance in a comic, and it’s not a cameo.

So, my drug dealer got me hooked with some 2017 Topolino, and I need to scream about it, because Goldie!

That’s right, she is back, and looks absolutely stunning.

So, this is an Italian comic, and therefore it can be expected that the tragic romance™, that is more popular in the post-Rosa duck comic tradition, has been toned down a lot. Now full disclosure, I’m shipper trash and am fully committed to the tragic romance™. I wrote a 50 000+ words fanfic about it. I am also known sufferer of Brigitta MacBridge nonsense, so while this rant might be biased, I try to be biased in a gentle way. It’s not your fault Brigitta, that you have been written that way. Or that Scrooge and Goldie are soulmates. Ahem.

But to the comic itself. There are lots of things I love about it, and then there are some things that make me side-eye it in vaguely disapproving manner. I swear, not all of those reasons are shipping reasons. Okay yeah they pretty much are.

(Quick, follow me to the kitchen, you can throw a coffeepot on my face, and we can roleplay our night together in White Agony Creek anew!)

The premise of the story is pretty much, what if Goldie and Brigitta properly met? It’s…not a lot. There is no plot beyond: what if Goldie and Brigitta had a girls’ day out. Which I guess is fine, because that is all it is supposed to be. It is a slice of life character study. Usually I’m all about those, but…well Goldie doesn’t really shine when you don’t give her anything to do. In Rosa/Barks stories (which are the only stories where we see Goldie as a character) the focus has never been solely on anyone’s feelings. They have been very action-packed stories with any hinted romance taking a firm backseat.

What I’m trying to say is, that I’m disappointed that Goldie didn’t get to join in any of those silly Italian adventures. Not even little bit of shenanigans. Aww, and it could have been so fun too.

(You mean you didn’t come all this way just to ravish me against this discount-yard-sale table?)

Goldie is in Duckburg to collect a debt that Scrooge owes him. Solid beginning. Unfortunately, we never see her collecting this debt! The money issue is dropped from the story way too quickly for my tastes. Because while I 100% believe that Scrooge would avoid having to pay up any dubious debts, I do not believe that Goldie would give up that quickly.

And even more importantly, it would have been hilarious to see some actual petty shenanigans going on between these two. Note that it is mentioned that the original debt was 20$, which Goldie is trying to claim back with stupidly high compound interest. There is a story right there, nothing else needed. Just show me the ridiculous lengths these two are willing to go for 20$, while the rest of Duckburg watches in horror and bafflement. Also, hint that the real reason why these two keep the conflict going is that this way they can spend time together without actually talking about their feelings. Boom, story done. God, they should hire me to make scripts for these comics.

No?

Okay fine, let’s see what the actual story is all about.

Oh yes. Brigitta. This story was all about Brigitta.

For no good reason whatsoever, Brigitta loses all of her cools over the situation.

1.Don’t call him your Scrooge. You don’t own him.

2.Don’t call Goldie a dusty memory, that’s rude.

3.Goldie had the receipts, she has a genuine claim for that 20$, she’s not doing anything wrong for you to start insulting her!

Yes, yes, she is jealous and all that jazz, but honestly. It’s pretty hypocritical of her to “protect” Scrooge and his 20$ when Brigitta herself so frequently is an antagonist against Scrooge.

The following temper tantrum from Goldie delights me to no end, not because it is aimed towards Brigitta, but because it lines up so perfectly with all of my headcanons for Goldie. Sure, she might act cool and dignified these days, but deep down she is still the hair-trigger tempered diva, that would stay inside a burning building just for the aesthetic.

This has nothing to do with Scrooge, and everything to do with the fact that you called her old. This primadonna will now destroy you mentally, because that’s how she rolls. You will not disrespect the original material girl without consequences.

(I am the only person who has ever conquered Scrooge. Wow okay there Goldie, maybe tone it down a bit. I mean, yeah girl you are…but maybe don’t overshare too much.)

Was that kind of a bitchy move? Yes. She is kind of a bitchy person.

My next grumble about this story, is the weird way it deals with Scrooge. I cannot say anything specific…but there is just a really weird vibe to how he is written in here. The weird inner monologue on how he might be able to use the two women against each other to get rid of both of them…was…um.

While my first impression on Goldie’s, I am Scrooge’s number one love interest, speech seemed to be a bit beneath her, I then realised that she isn’t actually saying anything about her own regard for Scrooge. She is bragging about how Scrooge used to be bewitched by her, because that is the kind of thing that a dancehall girl would brag about. Pffft, yes it was Scrooge who was losing his mind over me back in Klondike, I was cool as a cucumber the whole time. Scrooge was nothing more than another notch on my bedpost. I have a heart made of ice, haven’t you heard.

Anyways, Scrooge decides to get rid of Brigitta by confirming everything Goldie just said. And I know that the story wants us to take Scrooge’s words with a grain of salt, because they are just a plan to get Brigitta to leave him alone….which does nothing to make me sympathise with Brigitta.

Putting my shipper heart on the side, pretending to be in love with someone else, to get rid of an admirer, does not create tension for ambiguous love triangle. It is what girls do in crowded bars when some drunk guy doesn’t leave them alone.

(Sorry Brigitta, but can you please leave. I was hoping to get conquered tonight, if you know what I mean.)

(They look like mom and dad getting yelled at by their daughter.)

Once again! What exactly are you mad about!? Which part of, I’m in love with someone else, gives you reason to get angry at them???? Remember that Brigitta at least is supposed to believe Scrooge to be fully sincere in his statement.

Back to Scrooge being a little shit. In a way, I want to be mad about this, but I’m not going to. Because lets not mystify Goldie too much, and pretty much all the rest of Scrooge’s family and loved ones have at least once been sent through that trap door.

No, let me grumble a little bit after all. I would heartily endorse this, if this was actually about the 20$. But it’s not. The whole thing is framed so that Goldie can have the great epiphany, this is how Brigitta must always feel!

Oh please.

Also, I think that we are supposed to be angry at Scrooge for being so callous towards both of the ladies, so that we can root for them becoming friends later. Which, yeah fine, but do we really have to. One of the things I most despise in Brigitta centred stories is that they by default make Scrooge into a dick. They have to. The whole story has to be built on the idea that Scrooge is just afraid of girl cooties, and therefore has to be pushed a little, so that he will eventually play nice, even with a girl. It is the only way to make Brigitta’s advances feel somehow justified. And in this case the characterisation bleeds to include Goldie under the umbrella of women that I don’t want anywhere near me, because women cost money or whatever.

So, it mostly feels like Goldie has to be booted out of the office, so she doesn’t trick Scrooge into marriage or some other sneaky thing that women are always doing. Sighs eternally.

(Oh my god, she is a serial killer. No one else has this many pictures of one person on their walls.)

But this story isn’t even about Scrooge. It is about female friendship. Which is a beautiful thing, and really this story does manage to do lot of things right.

(Hey, can I crash on your couch? Turns out that Scrooge didn’t like it how I called him my conquest in front of you and the staff. He’s always been a bit of a prude like that.)

I’m not really fan of the whole, we have lots in common thing, because they…don’t. And the whole, I now understand your perspective, because now I have been rejected too… doesn’t really work, because Goldie wasn’t proposing anything in the first place. Remember how she was here for that 20$! I do! Can we get back to that! Goldie wasn’t asking Scrooge out, wasn’t asking him to marry her, she was asking for money, and getting the cold shoulder for that should not come as some kind of an epiphany!

Nevermind. That’s cute as heck, I don’t even care how we got there.

Goldie would make a good mentor for Brigitta. As would Scrooge. The world would be a better place if Brigitta was treated like an over-enthusiastic businesswoman who wants to learn all of Scrooge’s tricks, and Scrooge was treated like grumpy, slightly unwilling teacher.

(So, what was Scrooge like when he was young? Oh, you know, very conquerable.)

Why is her hair silver, what is this travesty, colouring person you had one job!

Goldie tells Brigitta the story of sleeping pills, thievery, forced labour, kidnappings, and other general criminal activities that make up their tragic romance™.

(Oh, so when you slip him a pill on a first date, it makes you morally complex, but if I did that it would be just creepy and weird!)

(Context Brigitta, it’s all about the context!)

If I was Brigitta, I would feel a bit wary drinking anything with her, after the story she just told.

And then I almost got my hopes up, that something amazing was going to happen! Brigitta started to self-reflect upon herself, and doubting the way her life is now constructed. She admitted that she doesn’t have a positive relationship with Scrooge, and that maybe she is wasting her life. For a moment there, I thought that Brigitta was going to develop as a character.

There was a moment. A glorious moment, when I really thought that this was where the official policy concerning Brigitta was going to be changed, and she would stop trying to marry Scrooge. I did get my hopes up.

Aaaaaand, then this happened.

I guess it was inevitable, that Brigitta would get a cheerleading speech from Goldie, to bring back the status quo, but damn does it still feel weird. While I completely, 100% support Goldie’s you are a good and smart woman, if Scrooge doesn’t want that it’s his loss, that is where it should have ended.

Because the part about: because your feelings are painful it means that your love is real, and you shouldn’t give up on them, is complete nonsense. If a relationship is hurting you, it is not worth pursuing!!! Goldie implying that Brigitta’s hurt feelings are the reason she shouldn’t give up on Scrooge, I asdfghjkl, what the fuck!!!!

Secondly, that’s all well and dandy that Goldie now thinks that Brigitta’s love is real, but how exactly does that change anything?! You don’t think that maybe it should be Scrooge who gets to decide who is allowed to make romantic advances towards him!

Scrooge is not an object whose ownership you get to negotiate amongst yourselves!!

more, or less direct translation: you have continued to beat on to conquer who you love.

That is not a good thing!!

Yeah whatever. Goldie is his past, maybe Brigitta can be his future. Great. And I guess these two making a friendship with each other and admitting that both have the equal right to present themselves as options of romance for Scrooge is kind of mature and respectful towards everyone, if Brigitta wasn’t…you know Brigitta. She has not been known to respect Scrooge’s boundaries.

Goldie makes some great faces in here, and I will fully enjoy them. Even if I at the same time roll my eyes at the mandatory, lets punish Scrooge part of any Brigitta comic. You do know that while maybe him booting you, Goldie, out of the office could be seen as mean, he did absolutely nothing disrespectful towards Brigitta. Scrooge owes her zero apologies, because he never even said a mean word towards her! Brigitta had her whole sulk, because she thought that you two were hooking up. That’s not a crime.

In this continuity, I can understand that Scrooge would prefer to be married to his money. Because these women are written kind of unreasonable.

The inevitable self-reflection. Scrooge admits that both women are important parts of his life, and that he does care for both of their well-being. Cute, believable, satisfying. Well done everyone. I still firmly believe that Scrooge sees Brigitta more as a younger sibling than potential lover. But that’s just a headcanon, so feel free to come to your own conclusions.

(That is a duck who feels uncomfortable.)

The ladies return to the money bin just in time to eavesdrop on Scrooge’s monologue, and find out that he cared for them both after all. And honestly, I think these pictures tell everything that needs to be said about how much Scrooge cares about Brigitta’s advances.

God, she looks cute, I forgive this story for everything, Goldie is too adorable.

Well, I guess that this was the first time that Goldie has made a proper appearance in the Italian duck universe, and all in all, not bad. Maybe I will get an entirely new look on the story, if it gets properly translated, and I don’t have to play the I’m pretty sure I know what this means, game.

Congrats if you made it all the way here, these ramblings were long.

Ankkaneito returns back to the hole, where she came from.

#disney duck comics #scrooge mcduck #goldie o'gilt #brigitta macbridge

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Disgusting: Lefty celebs crawl out to politicize Newtown, Conn., tragedy

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Disgusting: Lefty celebs crawl out to politicize Newtown, Conn., tragedy

http://twitter.com/#!/MiaFarrow/status/279635528477982720

As Twitchy reported, ghoulish lefties immediately jumped on the opportunity to politicize this morning’s tragic school shooting in Newtown, Connecticut, that left nearly 30 people dead, most of whom were children. Now, right on cue, ignorant liberal celebrity vultures are swooping in to turn the tragedy into a gun control soapbox:

Past time!!! RT @sacca: 27 dead in a school shooting. 14 of them are kids. So tell me again, when are we allowed to talk about gun control?

— mia farrow (@MiaFarrow) December 14, 2012

I don’t want to hear one idiotic word out of the NRA

— mia farrow (@MiaFarrow) December 14, 2012

Gun control is no longer debatable- it’s not a ‘conversation’-It’s a moral mandate. ‘

— mia farrow (@MiaFarrow) December 14, 2012

The mission of your second term just arrived covered in blood, @barackobama. If Congress gets in your way, we’ll throw them out. #enough

— Gerry Duggan (@GerryDuggan) December 14, 2012

RT @miafarrow: Gun control is no longer debatable- it’s not a ‘conversation’-It’s a moral mandate. ‘ / YES. The time is now.

— Martha Plimpton (@MarthaPlimpton) December 14, 2012

ok so….is now that time to have “the conversation”?

— Questo of The Roots (@questlove) December 14, 2012

twitter.com/PerezHilton/st…

— Perez Hilton (@PerezHilton) December 14, 2012

I’m trying to be more positive these days but people who say “Guns don’t kill people, people kill people” – those people are fucking morons!

— Perez Hilton (@PerezHilton) December 14, 2012

Band-Aids-on-Band-Aids @nra people want MORE access to guns to combat all the people w access to guns.

— Sarah Silverman (@SarahKSilverman) December 14, 2012

Can’t wait for the NRA to come running out in defense of fire arms. Again.

— Terry McMillan (@MsTerryMcMillan) December 14, 2012

What kind of nut case would shoot children at an elementary school and, a week before Christmas? A major nut case with a gun.

— Terry McMillan (@MsTerryMcMillan) December 14, 2012

I pray that we do! RT @aidansdaddy619: @deepakchopra Can we ban guns now? #ConnecticutTragedy

— Deepak Chopra (@DeepakChopra) December 14, 2012

We can’t limit the crazy people in the world, but we can limit what they have access to.

— John Francis Daley (@JohnFDaley) December 14, 2012

Just landed 2 news of a school shtg in CT! how many times cn we hear politicians say we r all shocked and saddened 2day,then do nothing

— DL Hughley (@RealDlHughley) December 14, 2012

GUN CONTROL.A Glock and a Sig Sauer aren’t for hunting deer and they won’t protect ‘We the people’ from a drone attack.

— Caterina Scorsone (@caterinatweets) December 14, 2012

So sad to hear about babies being shot in America. The poor families. When will they outlaw firearms?

— boygeorge (@BoyGeorge) December 14, 2012

My sentiments exactly. GUN CONTROL!!! Get guns out of killers hands twitter.com/MARLONLWAYANS/…

— marlon wayans (@MARLONLWAYANS) December 14, 2012

Stop tweeting. Take action. m.house.gov

— Zach Braff (@zachbraff) December 14, 2012

The 2nd amendment doesn’t mention automatic weapons or mindless slaughter, maybe a review would be useful….?

— Right Said Fred(@TheFreds) December 14, 2012

https://twitter.com/NancyLeeGrahn/status/279639468003168257

Here seemingly normal guy, here’s a gun, hell, here’s 4. Hope u neverlose ur shit & kill a bunch of kids. Have a nice day. #Gunskill

— Nancy Lee Grahn (@NancyLeeGrahn) December 14, 2012

Next time, babies. Well done American gun zealots. Keep up the good work.

— Salman Rushdie (@SalmanRushdie) December 14, 2012

School killings not acceptable trade-off for less restrictive gun laws. We need more controls on all firearms.Founding Fathers would agree.

— Andrew Zimmern (@andrewzimmern) December 14, 2012

The rights of those who own and use guns within legal parameters are not worth the lives wasted by those who do not.

— Ethan Suplee (@EthanSuplee) December 14, 2012

Today is NOT the day to talk about gun control, Today is the day to finally DO SOMETHING about it! bit.ly/Xne2Yu PLS RETWEET #Newtown

— Russell Simmons (@UncleRUSH) December 14, 2012

https://twitter.com/JanelleMonae/status/279718081545269248

No Gun Control!Just people slaughtered! Second amendment my ass!

— Danny DeVito (@DannyDeVito) December 14, 2012

Its gonna b hard to b funny today with a heavy heart over school shootings. No more guns! Enough tragedy!

— John Leguizamo (@JohnLeguizamo) December 14, 2012

https://twitter.com/michaelurie/status/279654061891006464

OMG!! My prayers go out to all of the families affected by the school shooting in Connecticut!!My heart aches!! WHY?? #GuncontrolASAP

— Vivica A. Fox (@MsVivicaFox) December 14, 2012

Guns don’t kill people. Clouds and balloons kill people.Oh.Wait.Nope… it’s fucking guns.

— Damon Lindelof (@DamonLindelof) December 14, 2012

How many times do thoughts&prayers have 2go out 2victims &their families b4 something gets done about gun violence in this country? #newtown

— Daniel Dae Kim (@danieldaekim) December 14, 2012

This is the stupidest sentence ever spoken “Guns don’t kill people. People do.”#BradyBill #obama #guncontrol #connecticut

— Matthew Modine (@MatthewModine) December 14, 2012

#GUNCONTROL #OBAMA twitter.com/MatthewModine/…

— Matthew Modine (@MatthewModine) December 14, 2012

it’s too easy for a monster to get a gun. solution: NO ONE GETS GUNS. sorry if this is an inconvenience for your complete need to have one.

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) December 14, 2012

Look at that number of dead kids and their teachers and tell me with a straight fucking face our laws are currently fine the way they are.

— christine teigen (@chrissyteigen) December 14, 2012

Gun control is our only road to freedom. Freedom from the fear of senselessly losing children. I’m so saddened. WE NEED LAWS NOW.

— Rashida Jones (@iamrashidajones) December 14, 2012

Gun lovers are the first to remind you this should be a “day of mourning”. How about we mourn & make it harder to get guns on the same day?

— Rashida Jones (@iamrashidajones) December 14, 2012

My heart breaks for the victims & community of Newtown. Impossible to grasp. Guns need to be banned & illegal sales need harsher punishment!

— Aubrey O’Day (@AubreyODay) December 14, 2012

So who is going to tell BOB COSTAS that he was wrong calling for gun sanity?

— Harvey Fierstein (@HarveyFierstein) December 14, 2012

Guns do nothing but encourage paranoid lunacy, arm fools and criminals, and rain grief and destruction down on the innocent.

— Harvey Fierstein (@HarveyFierstein) December 14, 2012

Heart aching over Connecticut. This doesn’t happen when people go nuts in Japan or UK because Americans are over-armed. We need to disarm!

— Sean Ono Lennon (@seanonolennon) December 14, 2012

We have to unite as a country and BAN assault weapons …. NO private party needs a semi automatic …This has to stop !!

— Kirstie Alley (@kirstiealley) December 14, 2012

If this tragedy doesn’t change something in this country regarding guns…I just want to scream and cry. Deeply saddened. Praying.

— Kourtney Kardashian (@KourtneyKardash) December 14, 2012

Sick over what happened in the world this week.We need better gun laws. My heart goes out to all those affected by the horrors.

— Jai Rodriguez (@jairodriguez) December 14, 2012

When do we get to seriously talk about gun control?

— Denis O’Hare (@denisohare) December 14, 2012

@iamjhud for sure . Pray and take action.. Another WAKE UP for guns.

— Oprah Winfrey (@Oprah) December 14, 2012

Hey people who govern:You know how afraid you are of the NRA? That’s NOTHING compared to the fear every parent shares today!

— Danny Zuker (@DannyZuker) December 14, 2012

Where is the love [?] I can’t believe this type of evil can happen…why would anyone kill children???…#protectchildrennotguns

— will.i.am (@iamwill) December 14, 2012

Explain the whole reason we need to have guns again? Just explain once more. I’m stupid. Somebody? Anybody?

— BD WONG (@BD_WONG) December 14, 2012

Our weekly mass shootings aren’t happening in other countries. And this time, children? WHEN WILL OUR “LEADERS” PUT AN END TO THIS INSANITY?

— Rachel Dratch (@TheRealDratch) December 14, 2012

A country that does nothing about gun control while witnessing the mass killings of innocent precious life, MUST wake up!Shattered.

— Goldie Hawn (@goldiehawn) December 14, 2012

Shocked and saddened by what happened today in Connecticut.We have to stop the access to guns in our country.

— Ben Stiller (@RedHourBen) December 14, 2012

I’m appalled by today’s shooting. The only reasonable reaction is to completely overhaul gun control policy. Anything else is disgraceful.

— olivia wilde (@oliviawilde) December 14, 2012

Fuck the NRA and the cowardly politicians who refuse to do a single goddamn thing about gun violence in America.

— Wil Wheaton (@wilw) December 14, 2012

Yeah, I’ll wade right the fuck into this: MORE gun control, MORE mental health services. It’s no longer a debate. Never was. #newtown

— Patton Oswalt (@pattonoswalt) December 14, 2012

I know everybody’s sending prayers out now but when will we get beyond prayers and get to real, effective action?

— John Legend (@johnlegend) December 15, 2012

I love how Americans think gun control, universal health care, etc, are SO TERRIBLE but they work so well in every other developed country.

— John Legend (@johnlegend) December 15, 2012

For crying out loud.. Why not at least try gun control for some time and see if it works? We can always go back!

— Mark Ruffalo (@Mruff221) December 15, 2012

HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE 2 HEAR”GUNMAN KILLS”FK The NRA !THEY PUT MONEY ABOVE YOUR CHILDREN’S LIVES.GUNS KILL PEOPLE,LITTLE INNOCENT 1’S

— Cher (@cher) December 15, 2012

Sorry but prayers and giving your kids hugs fix nothing; only having the balls to stand up to our insane selfish gun culture will.

— Bill Maher (@billmaher) December 15, 2012

These people are absolutely shameless. While they choose to exploit this horrific tragedy, we will continue to pray for the victims and their families.

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2012/12/14/disgusting-lefty-celebs-crawl-out-to-politicize-newtown-conn-tragedy/

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I am a hard Taekook shipper but recently Jikook have been melting my heart by being so cute and cudly and loving. I understand and i am sorry for so mhch hate from Taekookers but trust me Taekookers are a bit shaken right now. I cannot disclose my name here but i would like to say if Jikook is real or they decide to come out which i higly doubt then i am 100% in support and also ur page helped me open my eyes and see a diff sude of shipping which is needed alot more. I am Loving Love ryt now.

C'est la vie!

So sorry for the late response love. You've always been on my mind.

I get not every Taekooker is wild and rabid just as not every Joker is sane and fake woke. Lol.

I mean I'm still holding on to my grudge against your people for storming my business pages and leaving shit reviews on my books- and laughing about it? What was that? Damn. Had to change my author name and everything and I've since been publishing under an alias- let me tell you, it's no fun at all.

In retrospect, I shouldn't have called y'all's ship dead- but honestly it dead, it dried up like a drop of sweat on a dessert. What can I say? People just don't want the truth, lol- had these angry thirteen year olds and fake woke Jokers coming for my ass and my business ass on the flamingo app. Chilee. Your people don't want to be civil. Sigh.

Some people just have no sense of personal responsibility and when they get called out for it they slap you with the whole, 'no one asked you to put yourself and your business out there' - this creepy behavior and mental adroitness is not far from rapists blaming girls for wearing short shorts and mini skirts or thieves blaming people for not putting up a fence and shit to protect their property. It's fucked up.

And don't get me started on what they do to Jimin or JK... or even Tae- not to make you feel bad or anything. It's just my people suck, your people suck, we all suck square- don't apologize for it unless you plan on doing something to change it?

As for Taekook, yea I don't think there is anything wrong with shipping them. They have a beautiful bond, they are both visuals and both funny as hell. If you won't ship them I will. Lol.

Just know the reason you are shipping them? If you are shipping them because you genuinely believe they are a couple too then you need to stop shipping them and start supporting them?

And once you start supporting them then I think you'd sooner realize there isn't anything there to support in the first place. Lol.

I support Jikook because I believe with my full chest they are real and are closeted- emphasis on closeted. And for the record, they are the only queer couples in BTS.

Tae lost his queer card when he accidentally outed Jimin on that radio show. 'I think he likes men' yea, straight up het behavior. Lack of homo sensitivity.

Did you see JK's reaction when JM was asked to spill tea on their pervy behaviors behind cams? My butt quivered. Chilee, I thought he was gone out JK too. Damn.

I think the word real and closeted have come loose and cheap on these streets these days. I don't think most of these shippers when they throw it around fully understand the term or realise what it means and what it takes. If they did, they wouldn't randomly be labeling every ship as 'real' within the fandom.

If you believe Taekook is real and that they are equally hiding their sexuality as well as their relationship within the group, then you should understand how severe and traumatizing this fact is and would be for them as gay men?

The thing is, they are not just hiding parts of themselves and their identity for the sake of their careers or military or whatever if they are real, they are lying to millions, millions of people at a time about who they really are by keeping their identity a secret. Secrets are lies honey, however way we want to see it.

If they are real then they are concealing their true identity away from not just their families and friends- if they haven't come out to them, but acquaintances from work, businesses who wouldn't work with them otherwise, brands, sponsors, Heads of states, their fans....

It's one thing for a heterosexual to keep their heterosexual relationship a secret, it's another for a queer person to keep their queerness and or queer relationship a secret.

A lie as heavy as this is bound to take a toll on them, no matter how good they are at hiding it. A secret gets heavy before it gets easy. Not to sell you on anything but do you see any such secret taking a toll on Taekook? Because I see it taking a toll on Jikook.

Do you believe Taekook are closeted? Because I believe Jikook are.

Being closeted means they have to carry the guilt of knowing that each time they pander to heteronormative roles in variety shows or interviews, or imply by omissions that they are straight, or make generalizing statements about their sexuality to avoid addressing their sexuality directly or give it away, that they are lying to people and spewing half truths- seven years in a roll.

Being closeted is not a joke. It's heavy. I think you need to grasp this before you claim it for anyone.

People like to throw the 'closeted' phrase around willy nilly but fail to comprehend its weight and complexity and consequences especially for people that they believe are actually queer.

It's not easy lying to people about who you are. Unless you are a pathological liar and a psychopath, it's like drowning each day you wake up. You die a little each time. Your sexuality is a huge part of your identity and when you deny it for so long by lying and suppressing it, it's like shutting out a peice of yourself and silencing your own voice. The more you push it aside the louder it screams and the harder it fights to come out.

It's a state of constant internal struggle. You wake up everyday contemplating whether to risk the perfect life you've spent years building just so you can turn off the guilt that comes with keeping a secret of this nature.

And each time you get better at omitting or generalizing and evading questions that hint at your truth, the more you hate yourself and the more guilt you feel. This guilt can become a driving force that pushes you to make risky moves and take impulsive actions such as 'borderline outing your relationship'- does that sound like Taekook to you?

If you are not driven by the love you feel for your partner, you are driven by the guilt and neither is a great place to be if you are queer.

You lie everyday, you get caught up in the lies and soon you start believing in the web of lies you've woven around yourself such that you don't even recognize who you are or why you are, anymore. As such, you are constantly searching for yourself, to reconcile the bits you've hidden away and perhaps forgotten, and you keep exploring your identity because you are unsettled- honey, that sounds more like Jikook than Taekook to me but c'est la vie.

Being closeted is not about moments that get cut by editors, or less interactions, or being seperated or seated further apart from eachother. These are just ship street parlance. Being closeted is an attitudinal, internal attribute rather than external manipulations or influences- it's a science. Lol

Coming out may be risky for any of these boys if they are real, but I promise you hiding is much harder for them.

And so When I look at Taekook, and I see how beautiful they are yet I don't in God's honest truth see them 'dealing' with any or all of these struggles Jikook deal with or have dealt with at one point, in my opinion- forget the homophobia, the wanting to come out, the low key microaggressions they deal with even within the group- 'the Jk never stops crying,' 'the real men don't do this and that talk' talk, the toxic masculinity and internalized homophobia traits JK and Jimin used to exhibit in their early days talking about 'real men don't twerk,' 'real men don't wear rings on their pinky'- all the times Jimin have had to defend his masculinity or even femininity, or stand up for Kook's within the group. 'Men, men, men. What is men?'

Jikook are the only two within the group that in my opinion have struggled most with their identity, with embracing aspects of themselves; you hear them complain about 'living a lie' 'tired of hiding, lying' and all these are themes consistent with closet behavior that they've both explored in one way or the other and even as of 2020 they are still dealing with or 'exploring' their identities perhaps as a means to reconcile their true selves? I'm really struggling with this post because I don't wanna get salesy on your ass. Lol.

Don't get me wrong, Tae struggles and deals with issues too- mostly with loneliness, lowkey depression in my opinion, lowkey bullying- sometimes, lol and he often expresses a desire to find someone and be happy and yet 'his supporters' don't recognize that...

You can wait till Jikook come out officially as queer, if they ever chose to, to support them- Or you can choose to support them and love them now because that's what they need in order to officially come out as and when they choose to? Ok I'm being salesy. Lmho. I'll stop. Don't mind me. But think about it.

Ship whatever ship you want but support Jikook. It's all I'm asking. And by support, I mean don't exhibit any anti homosexual attitude towards them- deadass. You and I gone fight, square up toe to toe, if you do. Lol.

People don't need to be afraid of Jikook. They just need to treat them as human beings and not reduce them to a mere ship. They are a ship too yes, but they are more than that if you ask me.

You sound nice. I love you. I'm glad you enjoy my posts. Merry Christmas and cheers to our ships.

Keep supporting Jikook. Jikook is real.

Signed,

GOLDY

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JIKOOK: ARE CONGRATULATIONS IN ORDER?

Disclaimer:

Everything expressed in here is my opinion. It is not intended to be malicious or disrespectful to any of the parties mentioned in here. Please do not hate on or send hate anyone mentioned in her expressly or by inference.

In my previous posts, I pointed out how this past year, from August 2019 to June 2020 has been a rollercoaster ride for Jikook. Their relationship has been all over the place with some even concluding they have broken up for good- you wish!

My inbox has been flooded with questions such as: Are they still broken up, are they good, are they married...

Y'all think I'd be here blogging at 1 AM for Tumblr if Jikook were married married?- Ok, I would. Lol

But No, Sis. Jikook aren't married. Not that I know of. But don't be sad though because THEY ARE BACK! Fully back to function. By that I mean Jimin mostly. Jk never left. Lol- I'll explain in a bit. But yes, I'm happy to report that they are Jikooking again!

I refrained from posting about their new moments especially this July moments because even though they've been back together after a long period of on and off again relationship during ON comeback through to festa season, and then May when JM finally asked for space in their relationship(see previous posts for details)

I've being unsure about Jimin. I've been anxious to know what the outcome of his asking for space to think things through would be.

Jikook have a push and pull relationship dynamic. We been known. Mostly when one steps back from their relationship for whatever reason, the other leans in to pull them back in.

Same thing has been happening from January where Jimin would be pulling one minute, the next he would be like meh and JK would be push to pull him back in.

That was the case in this (June-July) Japan comeback interviews. Jk was front center with expressing interest in JM pulling him whereas JM was like meh, I'm down for this baby but let's keep it professional for the group's sakes.

Just look at them here... (Photo of them at 2020 Japan interview where Jk said he was looking at JM)

See what I mean? Now you may not notice at first but look at JM's demeanor and compare it to moments in past interviews whenever JK is talking about him or their relationship.

Jk was on his flirting game which he usually is when he wants to break the ice with Jimin if there's been tension between them or when someone around is making a pass at JM and he wants them to know what's up- he ain't slick. Lol

At times too he takes the initiative to flirt when he is feeling super confident and cocky and hella bold and just wants to. Trust me, when he flirts with Jimin, IT IS NOT FOR FANSERVICE. He means that shit.

Now compare JM's body language in that Japan interview moment this one right here: (photo of JM and Jk at the interview where JK said from now on together)

Jimin usually acts very coy, giddy and whipped even around JK when JK flirts with him but most importantly he seems to egg JK on in such moments. He enjoys being claimed openly by JK just as much as JK loves being claimed by JM publicly- which is why as nervous as that makes him he keeps going back for more.

Now this is gonna sound controversial but I have seen JM tell Suga off at times when Suga has tried to initiate skinship with him. I won't show you the picture but you can watch it for yourself during the On Come back where they wore Purple and black. It happened right at the moment Suga touched JMs back. JM mouthed 'Hajima' to Suga to stop touching him. That's all I'm gonna say y'all. Lmho. Don't want trouble.

My point is, these boys have a filter. If they don't want something done to them they won't hesitate to say it or show it. Much like when JK pushed Tae's hand away during a VLive- and he's pushed JM off sometimes too. He is assertive more so than all the members. If he doesn't want something he won't do it or allowed it.

Suga asked him not to get the tattoos when he first expressed interest in them way back in American Hustle life. But he told them if army loves him they would love everything he does and not try to limit him. Jk does as JK pleases.

So yea, if JK didn't like what Jimin has been doing with him he wouldn't be around him much less reciprocate those feelings and actions and initiating them on his own at times. Their interactions are MUTUAL.

And yes, that was shade.

Jimin understands the guts it takes JK to take such initiatives with him and so he kinds of encourages Jk to go on with it or acts in a way that boosts JK's ego. Like when JK shouted 'arrest me' in the middle of an interview. Jk... SMH.

So it was a bit unsettling to watch JM not even try to flirt back with JK in moments like this like he usually would. Dude wasn't even initiating their shtick during this period first of all nor was he responding to them in a way he usually would.

Not sure the aesthetics he was going for here but it screamed let's keep this professional on camera and get naughty when we get home. Or much like, dude I asked for space and I'm realizing I like you just as much but stop coming on too strong.

Which frankly, is what the members have been asking them to do since October last year when the hashtag to cancel Jikook in S.K trended. So JM wouldn't be wrong to take such a stand....

Given that the crux of their issue has been that Jikook is developing into a brand almost independent of BTS' brand and this in a way is affecting the dynamics of the group, a little discretion wouldn't hurt.

The cheers for Jikook moments are getting louder and louder each year even at events such as awards and not just on stage. Jikook is taking a lifeform of it's own. Its becoming a brand almost as powerful as BTS' brand. They are a power couple or becoming one. Like or not. Their fans are becoming loud and large too. So often, lately, it seems they tend to steal the show and direct attention away from the band. It's crazy.

Tae literally had the floor, delivering his speech at the MMA 2019 but people weren't even paying attention to that at all. They were more interested in Jikook and whatever they were doing and they went nuts the moment JK held Jimin and even wilder when he placed his head on Jimin which is what lead to infamous standoff with RM.

JM had literally bumped his butt against Hobi's crotch region moments before the Jikook moment but the crowd didn't lose it as much. Please go back and listen to the deafening sounds of the crowd for yourself.

As much as we love Jikook, there are some that don't and they can be very loud. I'll leave it there. Please support Jikook. Thank you.

BTS had a whole concert end of October 2019 and the hashtag that trended was 'cancel Jikook.' That took away from the hardwork of the band and reduced it to a few seconds of two boys fanboying over eachother. That's.... sigh.

When you see it this way, the RM separating them at Jingle bell red carpet, on stage or even BigHit trying to regulate their Vlives make sense.

Moving on. So yea I wasn't sure about JM all this past few months especially as I believe he had asked for space in their relationship. You might not think much of it but given as JM had said in the past how if he had a lover he would want to be with them all the time and Jikook do spend a lot of time around each other but suddenly hear them talk about spending time apart and enjoying it and what not....

But I think I can stop worrying now because HE IS BACK! There is a new Jimin in town and he is taking names! Good for him!

And I don't mean his new hairdo this August. I mean the new attitude. This attitude:

In this interview he says he would take JK to an island which smart decision. I would take JK too cos dude can do anything, cant he?! Bless him.

But thats beside the point. What I think is happening here is, Jimin finally took a stand. He made up his mind and he is not getting pushed around anymore. Because this Jimin hasn't showed up in a while now. Now he seems quite defiant most times if you've been paying attention to him, so rebellious, so sure of himself. Good for him. Spending time to himself has done him some good. It's given him room to reflect and sort out his priorities.

He loves his work, his band and he loves JK and it's hard when all of those start rubbing against eachother. But Fuck professionalism. He is in love with JK and that is professionalism too. Add loving JK till the end of time to his profession bishes!! :p

Sorry. I got carried away.

But seriously, he seems like his old self but it's also a new self because he hasn't been that self for a hot minute. This is JK's sweat tastes like holy water Jimin. This is I promised Jk I will go to the moon with him Jimin, this is I wanna go on a trip alone with JK Jimin- but badder. If you are a hardcore JM stand like I am you'd understand what I'm talking about.

HE IS BACK BABY! Our daddy is back!

The point of this post is to say, I believe JM finally figured out what he wants. So now hopefully the up and down should die down because quite frankly it's hard to keep up with those two I swear! We need a smooth sail Jikook. Make it happen!

I love it. I love where this is going and I can't wait to see more of their interactions so cheers to Jikookers and congratulations to Jimin for putting his shit together. We wanted rain. We about to be hit with a tsunami of Jikook moments.

Stay blessed. Stay beautiful. Jikook forever.

Signed,

Goldy

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