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arthurs-better-half · 3 months ago

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heyyyy you mentioned your aus 👀👀👀

can you tell more abt them?

YEAH OF COURSE

Okay so my friend Jae and I bounce back and forth off each other to create these so I consider them Our AUs they're my favourite ever

Bird/winged AU (unnamed)

Fix-it AU (unnamed)

Two Times Trapped

So for 1 the bird AU is because birds are a special interest of mine so I came up with it because I get obsessed with wingfics in every fandom I'm in so I invented one. Mostly undeveloped, follows canon closely just with added bird wings, tails, some other features. I have the most fun with research with these so most of it is just finding birds for characters (Arthur - Falkland Steamer Duck (female he's trans), John - Pied Crow, Yellow - Malaysian Hawk-cuckoo, Bella - Yellow-crowned Canary, Noel is some sort of flamingo Oscar is some sort of dove and Marie is some sort of ostrich. Daniel is the same as Bella. No don't ask me how Faroe works with the hybrid species idk. Yes we know how ironic being part duck is with the whole. Drowning thing. That was partly what solidified Arthur's species LMAO)

I'll skip to 2xT because the Fix-it explanation is long so for Two Times Trapped this one is mostly mine it's a canon divergent scenario of Larson managing to separate John from Arthur in the s4 finale and John getting trapped in his head with Yellow. And then everybody survives the finale and Larson gets away and then it splits into two POVs of Arthur's side with Noel, Butcher and later Oscar trying to aid Arthur in getting John back (Arthur is still blind) while sorting through their own stuff (Kayne also takes his frustrations of his favourite duo getting separated out on Butcher and Butcher basically gets sent to chronic migraine hell instead of getting his head sploded. And the classical music in his head gets replaced with like modern day hyperpop he's not having a good time.) and Arthur is also slowly descending into madness and the others are seeing how unwell he is now that his filter is being stripped away.

And on John's end he has Larson's eyes, foot, and he and Yellow share possession of Larson's left arm (read: they fight over it constantly). Yellow and Larson are a laser focused deadly task machine and have their sights set on the Greystone except they Do need to get John to cooperate at least a little bit because it is hard to get anything done when you've got Only One That Can See Between The Three Of You That Alway Lies. Also Larson is really just using the concrete goal of the Greystone to distract John while in reality his real goal is to get John to reject the human side of him and embrace godhood so that he can be more powerful. And Yellow is on this also but Yellow's feelings are more complicated than I can explain in this post. But yeah these three are constantly bickering they're actually so unserious. Larson stubs John's toe on purpose several times a day to get him to shut up. Yellow and John have many simultaneous "SHUT UP, LARSON" moments. Everyone is always lying to each other to the point where no one knows what's actually true any more. John can't call Yellow out on his KIY act bullshit because then he'd be exposing his own KIY act and the same for Yellow calling out John's. I want to put them all in a tube and shake it.

Anyway enough on that for now for the Fix-it AU this one Jae came up with based on the premise of John getting his own body, marrying Lily, and Arthur living in their house with them. And then I proceeded to suggest that John is a system with Yellow as an alter (because throughout the whole podcast I've had the recurring idea of John being a subsystem and with s4 with the whole him and Yellow having to share the same plane of existence and memories and only one "existing" at a time that just further solidified that idea in my head) and got obsessed with that. So now it's human+plural!John, Arthur, Lily, Noel and Butcher are there too as their neighbours or something, Marie and Daniel are there too. Though I am nearly wholly focused on the system thing so give me one moment I'm putting this under a read more

(As a disclaimer I do a lot of research constantly and spend a lot of time around systems so this is second-hand knowledge and observations and such and from research not experience but anyway)

John's system consists of the main system (named Miles to Go) and a subsystem that he's part of

The King in Yellow subsystem:

John - Host/protector He got the body first, rarely ever not fronting or cofronting.

Yellow - Cohost/symptom holder (PTSD)/persecutor Yellow's role changes throughout the story. He rarely ever fully fronts and only ever cofronts in the beginning and mostly only as a voice. He has the worst time adjusting for a number of reasons but a lot of it comes down to Arthur and Larson. On the rare occasion that he does front he'll visit Larson in prison (or wherever the hell Larson is haven't actually figured that part out) and he's kind of the only person Yellow will willingly have full conversations with that don't immediately turn to pity parties or aggressively defensive shows of power. Also Arthur is not helping and Yellow is not helping either and nothing is going right for him really but it's fine he'll get there. It gets worse before it gets better for him but it does get better. I think about him a lot (Main brainrot for this au)

King - Prosecutor (later turned physical protector + emergency fronter) Mixtive of stories of the King in Yellow, Arthur's experiences, John and Yellow's fractured memories, Noel's stories (and factive!Noel's recounts). Literally just feels like those times when John or Yellow put on that big scary act when they're scared, King is that personified.

Outside of KIY:

Arthur - Factive, physical caretaker One who actually knows how to do human stuff. Also a litmus test for how well other Arthur is doing depending on how he treats this Arthur. John nearly jumped out of his skin when he first showed up because he had no idea that the system thing was not limited to just the KIY situation so when he heard Arthur he freaked out. L. First alter outside the KIY subsystem. Probably split when John was alone and panicking and Arthur wasn't there.

Noel - Factive, mask Most often fronts when they need to be around other people and act normal, but mostly doesn't front often. Split after Arthur probably.

There will probably be more, there are definitely littles and there is probably a Faroe factive little (from factive Arthur's need). Other Arthur does not cope well with this but it's fine they're fine.

I have like. Ideas of KIY differing headspace and body designs because those three definitely have the worst dysmorphia when it comes to the body (John has it easiest, Yellow worst). But yeah anyway John is studying to become a doctor Arthur is still a private investigator but mostly quit, just takes the occasional case (with John). Uhhh that's all I'll say for now before I go on about Yellow too much.

Okay yeah I have more to say on like all of them especially Yellow always Yellow. And playlists also. Because the brainrot is strong. They kill me always. And Jae is literally the best for making AUs with he's my idea guy for real

#asks #behemothman #malevolent spoilers #malevolent au #malevolent yellow #malevolent john #malevolent 40

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skayafair · 11 months ago

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Part 40

Ok so I've slept on it and have a few thoughts now.

First, I'm glad HG decided to tone down the emotional intensity of drama and tragedy - I thought it's gonna be difficult to listen to the finale after some s3 episodes, but s4 was mostly ok and the finale turned out to be lots of fun! I was smiling widely for the most of it. It even made me somewhat like Kayne! A little bit but still!

Second, we didn't "see" Noel die - great, he lives until proven otherwise. Arthur survived a similar injury, people in this universe are surprisingly durable. Noel lasted this long with a neck injury and didn't die - if Kayne didn't yeet him to some wilderness or worse, he'll live. Possible to pol up later.

Third, I thought Arthur was robbed of all his newfound allies, but I was wrong. Daniel and Marie are still in the picture, so Arthur has human "anchors", he's not alone anymore.

Who Arthur WAS robbed of, are allies who can go with him. Oscar is in the hospital and is abandoned in general, Noel... who knows where, and the surprising newcomer in Butcher's face is obliterated. It reminds me of how a lot of official "uncanon" spin-offs of different show return to status quo in the end of he series because they need to keep the cast the same and otherwise the whole outline of the show may change a lot. I'm not sure if that's the case with Malevolent since... yeah, we had a full season of a wider range of characters, but they were concentrated in the same location, which was convenient. How would this work in other cases? Plus, Arthur and John wete going on a vacation trip without anyone else anyway. Also, damn you Kayne for ruining this! They deserve the vacation!

So all in all we're back to where we started, more or less. It was a neat wrap up of the season, together with the location, new characters, some side quests and even a few answers (wild, I know).

For instance, now we know Yellow actually WAS the King in person. Seems like John is rather a big piece of him if Arthur didn't even notice any difference in the entity at first. I kinda liked my idea that Yellow might have been Kayne's creation completely, a simulacrum just for funsies, because Kayne's idea of fun is cruel. So there would have been Arthur suffering from loss of his dear friend and dealing with this ye olde version if him, John suffering either in Dreamlands or in the Dark World, and Yellow, suffering from all the confusion regarding his identity. Imagine how painful it is after all the efforts to remember, to be what you think you were, just to find out that you never were in the first place. All the "I AM THE KING" gone sour and groundless. That might have broken a newborn consciousness of Yellow, his adopted identity. But he also could have explored it and become something new altogether. Man I'd like to read a fic like that.

But he's the KiY, which is why not, too. He has some new info to work with. New lasting impressions to process. I bet those little adventures in the human world and time with Arthur, time with Larson, short and heated but still... connected argument with John won't go without a trace. Damn I wanted them to talk properly SO BAD and now we're unlikely to get it, ever 😭 But at least there was John, clearly uneasy with the idea of killing Yellow. I don't think it's just his concern about himself vanishing as well. He souned rather sympathetic towards Yellow when they talked about him with Arthur. This warms my heart.

Right. There are 3 things related to this.

John's attitude towards Yellow and the King (Yellow still has amnesia so I can't consider him the King, the personas are different) in pt 40, towards the complete separation from them reminded me of going full no contact with abusive/toxic family. It's hard, and one would often wonder if they survive on their own. Arthur having faith in him didn't ensure anything but helped, I think.

The King and John are fully separated now, so John must be safe-er (if Kayne didn't lie) and his journey is more his now. It isn't even remotely perfect since he's still stuck with Arthur but it's still good news. And I believe they don't have to worry about the King anymore. If he regains his memories, he'll know John is of no use to him anymore, and there's no use to try and hunt these two down since they'll win SOMEHOW eventually, anyway. They have powerful patrons. *wink wink*

Maybe some time later, like, muuuuch later, they will be able to talk properly. Like equals. To exchange experience, impressions. The King values art and knowledge, and so does John. I believe his curiosity is an inherent trait they both share. C'mon. The King is too possessive to let such a chance go. GIMME THEIR CONVERSATIONS I NEED THESE

Also, I'm concerned about Larson. Sure he's half-dead (seriously, 3 gunshot wounds in the body - stomach and back, - strangulation, eye snatching, and he's STILL alive, can he just roll over and die please? As a treat?), but physical form has never been his forte anyway. He successfully brainwashed Yellow and tried to do the same to John (ahaha that was a funny attempt, well, would have been, be John not losing himself at the moment, but the outcome was still pretty much predictable and laughable), his power is in his mind. His words are poison, and he can still speak. I am NOT ok with that. With what he can do to Yellow/the King. What if he talks him into something terrible again. Leave my bby be ffs, Yellow deserves some peace and quiet of his home in Dreamlands. Seriously, Larson is terrible to children and I've said it multiple times that Yellow really reminds me of a rebellious teenager.

Next, I've missed the first 5 minutes or so, so I don't know if it's relevant, but CAN SOMEONE PLEASE explain to me like I'm 5 what was up with the Butcher? It was the most out of blue twist ever. Why did he agree to help? Why did he go against Larson when he was so persistent before? I understand maybe admitting defeat and a respect towards Arthur and Noel who caught him, but helping? Was he promised to be set free of smth? I'll relisten fron the very beginning but uh will it really clear thus up?..

Also. When I said "some answers", it was really just a few. We still have no idea what's up with the 3 soldiers, that woman in the woods, the stone. Is Kayne going to show something about that?

And do we just leave the ultimate purpose, the separation device, sitting in that underground place, just like that?

And I did NOT like how defeated, lifeless Arthur sounded when he agreed to go with Kayne. What's the big deal?? He KNEW John was hiding something, knew it was important, could deduce there was some lie due to Johns intense interest in white lies topic, and it wouldn't have been a stretch to assume John really DOESN'T LIKE lying to him if it can be helped and wouldn't harm them (intentionally). Which, it couldn't. All this, prior to Kayne's appearance. All that conversation did was fill in the blanks. Now Arthur has a clear picture. John didn't say anything that could put a blame on himself. If anything, his actions and behavior make so much more sense now. Arthur is WELL aware about the fact that being left alone in the Dark World is John's WORST fear that came true and lasted. It was one thing to end up there the 1st time. Terrible, traumatizing, but how much WORSE it is to be thrown there again after John learned what it's like to NOT be alone, to be himself? To have hope? Just to lose it all. He called to Kayne only after a long time, when there was nothing to hope fore anymore and he could stand it any longer. Did he hope for Arthur to find him? Even if just a little? Just for that to never happen? And then Arthur's words in the mines, about "let's find each other there". Damn, my heart 💔

I understand Arthur may be somewhat shoked and there was no time to process, but if he's gonna be bitching up bout ANY of that, I'll be angry.

It just. It's the only explanation I can find for why he sounded so... like he gave up. Like the backbone he was relying on betrayed him. When none of that actually happened.

#malevolent podcast #masked #malevolent spoilers #malevolent part 40 #john doe malevolent #yellow malevolent #the king in yellow malevolent #malevolent

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fedorahead · 7 months ago

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Is there a masterlist of, like, actors and celebrities that have come forward for trans rights?

I know the internet has all sorts of collections of people who've done something messed up and those always depress me but reading about David Tennant being supportive in the face of the UK government and current legislation and stuff really hit me and I'd love to be able to see who else is out there standing up for us and what's right.

If not, here's a list I'm putting together, feel free to add to it or add context in the notes if you want! I'm including celebrities who have affirmed their support for trans family members even if they're not doing other activism. I'm also only listing celebrities I know of, and this list does not in any way endorse any problematic stuff any of them may have done outside of the topic.

Just making this list is cheering me up a lot tbh

David Tennant

Daniel Radcliffe

Emma Watson

Rupert Grint

Pedro Pascal

Jamie Lee Curtis

Ariana Grande

Lady Gaga

Don Cheadle

Taylor Swift

Gabrielle Union

Colin Mochrie

Andrew Garfield

K. A. Applegate

Cher

David Arquette

Jannifer Lopez

Angeline Jolie

Vanessa Carlton

Kevin Bacon

Nick Offerman

Sheryl Crow

Hayley Williams

Sade

Anna Paquin

Jon Oliver

Jon Stewart

Colbert

Keanu Reeves

Anthony Rapp

Charlize Theron

Zendaya

Kate Winslet

Shawn Mendes

LeBron James

Anthony Stewart Head

Gerard Way

Bea Arthur

Hozier

Wil Wheaton

Warren Beatty

Lynda Carter

Selena Gomez

Billy Ray Cyrus

Rihanna

Megan Thee Stallion

Cardi B

Shania Twain

Anna Kendrick

Kendrick Lamar

Dolly Parton

Drew Barrymore

Mark Ruffalo

Bruce Springsteen

Taron Egerton

Orville Peck

Charles Barkley

Yungblood

Sigourney Weaver

Bad Bunny

Emma Thompson

Liev Schreiber

Magic Johnson

Anne Hathaway

Chris Pratt

Ryan Reynolds

Chris Evans

Margot Robbie

Sandra Bullock

Christina Aguilera

Mariah Carey

Adele

Dua Lipa

Tony Hawk

Matt Berry

Harry Styles

John Leguizamo

Patrick Stewart

Jon Bernthal

David Lynch

Russel T Davies

Garth Brooks

Paris Hilton

Lucy Lawless

Bill Nye

Ally Sheedy

Miley Cyrus

Joan Jett

Mike Shinoda

Dick Van Dyke

Eric Idle

Ian Mackellan

Benedict Cumberbatch

Matthew Lillard

P!nk

Adam Conover

Megan Fox

Gwen Stefani

Terry Pratchett

Neil Gaiman

Mara Wilson

David Attenborough

Michael Sheen

Joaquin Phoenix

Halsey

John Lithgow

Jim Norton

Mr Beast

M Shadows

John Cusack

Hugh Jackman

Penn Jilette

Janet Jackson

Brie Larson

Bjork

Britney Spears

Jenna Ortega

Selena Gomez

oh man there are so many more i can't even keep listing but here's a list of 500 feminists who signed an open letter supporting trans women and girls

#trans #allies #trans rights

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scary-grace · 2 months ago

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You're an amazing writer!! Was wondering what you like to read; is it mainly fic, or do you have any favorite books, genres, or authors?

Hi! I actually don't read a ton of fic. I have some writers I read religiously (like, any time there's a fic I'm on it, even if it's not for a fandom I'm in), but usually I read books. My favorite genres are probably horror and journalistic nonfiction, which appeal to my need for scary things and my desire to research everything to hell and back respectively. My favorite journalistic nonfiction writers are probably Laura Hillenbrand, Daniel James Brown, Timothy Egan, and Erik Larson, and for horror I like assorted books by other authors and then Stephen King.* (Specifically older Stephen King -- his new stuff isn't bad, but I don't love most of it the way I love 'Salem's Lot or The Girl Who Loved Tom Gordon.)

Thank you for the compliment to my writing <3 you're very kind! I hope you're having a good day, and thank you for the ask!

*Stephen King is probably one of the biggest influences on my writing. That's both a positive and a negative, and in my opinion mostly a negative because it leads to me writing ridiculously long fics and being allergic to cutting anything.

#asks #anons

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allieland · 3 months ago

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bom dia, boa tarde & boa noite 'pra você que está lendo isso agora ! eu não tenho muito 'pra dizer, só queria avisar 'pra geral que estou de volta na pista , me abrindo outra vez 'pro amor aka open 'pra plots ! se alguém tiver interesse AQUI estão minhas regras . o que eu posso prometer é que plotando comigo você vai ganhar muitos memes, musings, e mensagens aleatórias sobre nossos ships !! senta o dedo no like se quiser que eu te chamo , ou então vem direto 'pra mim !! abaixo do read more, também vou deixar algumas fc's que eu quero jogar , e opposites que tô querendo ! obg por lerem até aqui, e kisses de luz <33

wanted fc's :

justin h. min.

jonathan daviss.

regé-jean page.

theo james.

kaya scodelario.

juliana paiva.

byeon woo seok.

peter gadiot.

chris evans.

anya taylor-joy.

park sooyoung.

elle fanning.

lee dahee.

daniel henney.

chen zheyuan.

wanted opposites:

jessica alexander.

han so hee.

anna sawai.

emilia clarke.

brie larson.

aslihan malbora.

pinar deniz.

adria arjona.

laura harrier.

seo yeji.

nini.

#1x1 br #1x1 rp br #1x1 rp

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pilichainartandmemes · 11 months ago

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Malevolent fic - Big Fat Taco

They had reached the terminus, enemies on the plateform and on their tail. His aim cannot be trusted and his eyes stutter at mirages. So down, down, down it goes.

I just think that if you won’t dig into a guy with your bare hands for your apocalypse rock, you don’t deserve it. ;) The idea would't leave me and so here is the result of four intense days of writing before the season four finale comes out later today(well tomorrow in my case). Hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did putting it together!

Warnings: Canon typical violence, gore, non consensual platonic touching, major character death and choking.

Cross posted on AO3

“ I… I think we’ve built enough distance between us and them… Care to explain what I’m supposed to do with this rock now”, panted Arthur leaning against the wall absolutely lost. The faster they got rid of it, the sooner they could leave this blasted place. Because of course Noel had to find out at the worst possible time about John’s past. Of course they lost the bloody gun while escaping the detective and the cultists. Of course Larson found out where Oscar was the same way he did for Daniel and-

“ -thur! Arthur! What is the point of me explaining if you don’t fucking listen? We are going to open a portal. Just like how we dealt with Scratch.”

“ … That’s it," laughed Arthur weakly, "the grand end to the order of the fallen star comes down to throwing a rock into whatever hell we find. Then we hope whatever’s on the other side can’t use it? What if we unleash whatever power is inside the Black Stone? Exactly just like what happened with Scratch!”

“I don’t hear YOU coming up with any ideas! We still need to escape this place and k- clearly many cultists so we might as well… jump in?”

“Jesus fucking christ, John... I didn’t miss taking very literal leaps of faith into the unknown with you.”

“Likewise but with our luck it was a matter of time.”

“Indeed it was. Shame we don’t have the pages but I assume you wouldn’t propose this if you didn’t remember. Am I right, John?”

“Of course I do! Now let me focus… Sed obscuratus nox quaeso mundenetis…”

“Sed obscuratus nox quaeso mundenetis…”

“Impertus meter amicum allundem num.”

“Depli mon faenis de tua quae… quae frequens? No. Frenusculi ? No it wasn’t that either !”

“John! I thought you said you knew the incantation!”

“YES I KNOW IT! Damnit Arthur, you say that as if you don’t forget to keep our eyes open for me every day!”

“Fine! Fine! For both our sakes think quickly!” And yet as he retorted back, Arthur began to calculate their odds. From past experiences those bouts of amnesia seemed temporary so they could still manage to open the portal. However with the delay and more people seeing where the stone went, just a throw would not work. Would the cultists even hesitate at the idea of entering the portal? If those madmen didn’t, they would have to fight for every second. Okay so they needed protection or at least something to keep their opponents at bay.

Tuning out John’s frustrated cusses at the Latin language itself, he patted their bag and pockets. Starting a fire was a last resort and could wait until they had an actual escape window. The bestiary wouldn’t be of help against humans. That left them with their unlucky dagger, regardless of John’s insistence to get rid of it. The weapon wouldn’t win against a gun or more than two cultists. But it was their also very last resort… Should they lose it in the scuffle or…

What if Arthur missed again? It wouldn't be the first time his shoddy aim betrayed them when it mattered the most. They would not have another chance to get the stone and he doubted John would accept retreat after dragging them all the way to New York for it. The moment they lost sight, ha, of the rock was the moment Larson won. They needed a hiding place or at least somewhere the cultists would not think to look into…

“Oh. John no matter what continue trying to remember the spell. I just found the smartest way to get the black stone into the portal! Trust me!”

“- tua quae frenae! FRENAE! It was frenae! Wait... What do you mean smartest?” His friend asked cautiously but he didn’t have enough time to react as Arthur grabbed the rock from their pocket and shoved it down their throat.

Neither John or Arthur’s body were keen on the plan. The Black Stone burnt as he could feel it move past his throat into his… veins? Evidently the cursed object didn’t care for human biology and would go wherever it pleased. If he could just… nudge it towards… THERE!

“Arthur, are you out of your goddamn mind?! Spit it out! Come on!”

“ We’re fine… absolutely fine! Now,” just as he said that a tremor shook their spine and it took all their combined focus to not fall face first, “NOW we don’t have to worry about cultists with deft hands.”

“Do you really think given how we first met him he would stop at taking your life to get his hands on the Black Stone?” His partner growled, and yet beneath it worry laced into his every word.

“Larson? He did hurt many people but it was always through others. Like the butcher or the creature in the mines.” He retorted, confused and wondering not for the first time who scared his friend more than the King or their current enemies.

“Of course! Who else would be after us? This building is crawling, I mean, full of cultists. Surely this kind of... miscreants would have no issue going through us for this artifact.”

“Miscreants… Really, John? Anyway it doesn’t matter!” One more time. If Arthur could ignore the elephant in the room between them one more time, they would actually be fine.

They did not even finish the first sentence of the spell before a shot rang out and a sharp pain took over their right leg. Head and knee promptly were introduced with the wall that would have housed their gate. Shame Larson didn’t account for the headache or John’s yelling before starting to gloat. Another spasm coursed through as he tried to turn around. Its tango with their new wound left the duo a heap of limbs on the floor. Hopefully the view was still better than the wall. The heat that had been building behind their eyes flared and Arthur bit down hard to keep them open, inhaling sharply.

“Well it seems whatever tricks you had in mind backfired in more ways than one. Arthur, did you truly think you waltz your way into my domain unscathed?”

“Oh, yeah! Definitely! But maybe you never went back to Addison? I could always give you a refresher.” He could stall. Get the dagger out, have John could carve the incantation and smear it with blood. Surely they could skip the spoken part that way. Just needed to create a blind spot for them.

Evidently however, unlike Arthur, Larson did see the move coming and stomped on the left half of it. Ignoring his partner’s shouts, he awkwardly flipped on his side. Holding on tight to Larson’s ankle, he sliced at the heel. Shoddy aim and his body complaining every step of the way didn’t leave a deep enough wound. Regardless it was enough for the prick to retreat out of range. Maybe the floor was okay for now as their two functional limbs were split fifty-fifty. Well if you didn’t count the shoulder on the same side getting shot the day before. Speaking of bullets, another lodged itself into the carpet right by his ear as he jolted at the noise and ringing that followed.

“You appear to be the one in need of a reminder of the current situation apparently. Now stop staring at the barrel and tell me where the Black Stone is?”

“For once luck is on our side: Larson didn’t witness your crowning act of idiocy. Keep. Him. Talking! Every bullet in the floor is a bullet that isn’t in our body.”

“Now that’s a bit of a wild guess! Why would little old me have any idea… what that is? I figured I could crash whatever party you had in town, as you know, a payback. It has been… quite a busy week.” Arthur laced that last sentence with all the venom which had piled up over the last few days. It hadn’t even been a full fortnight since the Dreamlands for fuck’s sake.

“Your strange habit of pausing at odd times remains, how queer”, pondered Larson while his enemy attempted to stand again, less graceful about it than a fish on dry land, “I assume you do not need further help emptying your pockets.”

“Listen. Why don’t I smash your head in? Shot you. Step on your hand. THEN you can see how easy it is to focus.”

“I’m afraid I’ll pass the offer…. what is all THIS junk?” Larson asked in disdain as Arthur tried to open the bag with one hand only for the contents to spill out. Fantastic! Turns out he had been holding it upside down!

“The glass, the stone, the mask, the books, the tooth, the coin, the wallet and hooks, the kit of course to help him shave are all in Arthur's bag today. But don’t forget the dagger, the flute, the keys and the lighter that keeps the darkness at bay.” The familiarity of matching a series of notes calmed him down just a little. It didn’t matter that the source of that particular song had been fresh out of a bloodbath.

“What the hell is wrong with you?! Shooting the lock and letting that creature at the crowd to get the stone was genius compared to this. And why did you have to bring him up? Wait- there’s someone coming up around the corner!

“… No matter. Unlike you, I have all night, my wits about me and only friends here.”

“Don’t be so sure about that.”

“Arthur, it’s Noel! He managed to get past our distraction and is holding Larson at gun point. His shoulder seems to be injured. His sleeves are torn with large dents matching the claws of that thing. If we could somehow turn them against each other, there may enough time to run. Or at least get the portal open.”

“Are you sure about this, detective? It would be poor etiquette as Arthur’s plus-one to have him killed.” Replied Larson as if this entire ordeal was nothing more than an argument at the local pub.

“That won’t be a problem. The plan isn’t to arrest him. Dreadful accidents happened with that many candles in smaller establishments. At the same time, testimonies of assault on the treasurer of another sect, maiming and murder have been connected to him.”

Of course John decided that was the right moment to needle his partner about the decision to give his name to the secretary. As if they had anyone else beside Daniel to be introduced to the freemasons. Surely Oscar or his father would vouch for Arthur’s character… at least for some of these accusations. Not that it would amount to much if they didn’t make it out alive. Still he feared being wanted in a big city would make it harder for him to move around the States or to leave them.

“Cults like these prey on people facing hard times and get them to commit atrocities in the name of some big guy above or below. Nobody wants to believe their parent, friend or tenant would choose to be involved in shady stuff. If they can’t look at the evidence, they can bother some PI looking to make ends meet this month.” Noel finished, exhaustion slipping into that last sentence. No doubt the detective had to explain cases like these to clients both in Arkham as a private investigator then as a policeman in New York.

“That’s quite the story you wrote there! Have you ever considered becoming a playwright? Addison may not be a high production stage but you’ll have a captivated crowd and the support of a patron of the arts.” Larson drawled while he slowly drew his gun away from the thief. Although one didn’t need sight to guess he wasn’t about it.

“No thanks. I dealt with enough theater obsessed lemon suckers a few years ago. Then again this crony here is the reason I’m here tonight. Take out those cartridges and kick the weapon away… Jesus, my grandmother would have done better than that.”

“And Wallace is old enough to have met her in her heyday. He just had to throw his daughter at the monsters for that privelege! Clearly he’s the biggest threat here, Charlie. Everything you see at my feet is what I had on me tonight. There is no stupid rock!”

“Oh please, we all saw you leave with it! Would you quit acting like you care about the wellbeing of children anymore than respecting the divine or your elders. If that were true, she would still be here. Your precious little Fa-”

Arthur wasn’t about to let him finish. Compared to the Butcher or the ghoul, Larson was a lightweight. They didn’t need a knife. He would choke the life out of the piece of shit, one-handed if he had to. The monster didn’t get to speak her name.

Someone grabbed for his collar and yanked. He trashed hoping to grab onto his first opponent for stability. Unfortunately their body was acquainted yet again with wall, this time shoulder firsts. The shock didn’t have time to settle in before a punch in the gut had him hitting bedrock.

“Jesus fucking Christ… Do not call me that ever again. As if his highness would tell some guy his grand plan. He stole that name, that voice and is now using it to drag you around wherever he likes. This thing isn’t your friend.”

“You know nothing! You humans act so high and mighty pretending kindness is inherent to living from the very moment of your birth. Care to guess what happened at mine? I was shoved into a hell worse than you could possibly imagine where neither time nor death has meaning. So yes! More often than not I lie rather than put my trust into people who have earnt it. I go for the throat when I feel even a little cornered. Everyone here has done that so stop fucking pretending any of you are gentle souls!” John’s truth burnt and yet his head felt clearer than it had since swallowing that rock. In the trail of that shooting star, Arthur just had to speak it all out loud for the rest of the world to hear. “Besides I can’t even get him to walk into a movie theater and sit still for fifty minutes.”

Nobody else said anything for a long while. Arthur could feel the fever chewing at his brain as they both caught their breaths from having pushed too far their limits. In the rare moment of quiet, he took notice of something familiar. Back with Parker, they had to look inside a freezer for clues and for lack of adequate clothing got forced to take turns. The cold current from back then it crawled the exact same way in the gap between his socks and his pants at his ankles. Out of damning curiosity he reached out and-

“Oops, thank you, totally missed by cue there. You gotta understand, detectives! I was so captivated by all those twists, turns and delightful noises, I got… distracted Man, I am going to miss not knowing the plot ahead of time. With that said, great surprise party everyone!”

“… it’s him”, John all the bravery snuffed out like a candle, “he’s squatting on our left, barefoot like back in the dreamlands. Ah. He’s what happened to our distraction. I can see its iridescent blood shining eerily against the black of his suit. In his hand there is a very large flat bread folded in two. There is so much garniture; you could not it around without half of the ingredients falling off. No it’s more than that. The sauce, a few drops hang by a thread as if they won’t fall unless he wills it.”

“Damn. Someone get an oxygen mask! This guy just wrote a spiel about a big fat taco.”

Without thinking Arthur flung himself in the opposite direction and despite the pain crawled as fast and as far as he could. Suddenly his brain connected the dots on the topic and person John had been avoiding to speak of this past week. Of fucking course it had to be that guy! He rasped out every word of the incantation he could remember, hoping John would follow suit. Unfortunately for them that distance didn’t mean very much I practice as clearly Kayne had no issue reeling them back so close he could feel the entity’s breath on his neck.

“Fuck, I’m sorry Arthur! Don’t say more, I- I can get us out of this!”

“Aww, you didn’t have to wrap up my present like that! At this point it’s not just pretty paper and a bow… I can’t simply tear it up with how much love was put into this.” Singsonged the devil flicking back and forth his prey’s damaged earlobe.

Okay that was way too much: the uncomfortable heat beneath his skin and in his head, John’s apologies as he tried to grab their captor’s attention, the strange texture of the definitely non-human hands. He needed out now!

“How does it feel to be New York’s most wanted catch? You got quite a number hooked, ha! Hooked, get it? It’s the only reason you’re still alive after all!” Kayne asked flipping their body to so the three were face to face, one arm wrapped around their waist and the other holding their chin. Arthur bit down on the ‘hand’.

Everything went white as a chorus of complaints and cheers flooded his ears. Slowly he could make out Parker’s voice questioning his partner’s sanity in taking on that eating competition even with that big of a price at stake. Distant and muffled as if coming from under water or maybe he was the one below the surface. His suit must have been an absolute mess if his loudest detractor was to be believed. Thick black ink, blood or possibly both, dripped heavily and slowly like licorice down his jaw onto the shaky floor of the caboose. The fresh liquid cooled his brain boiled by the black sun. Broken skin was good. Broken skin meant he could break this down one bite at a time. Experimentally he twisted the flesh beneath his teeth and pulled. Yet the other end refused to snap clean. Instead it extended like cheese on pizza. Instinctively he opened his mouth and attempted catch the falling strings with his teeth.

“I know I’m the most special treat but I’m afraid I need your head not twenty leagues in the gutter.” Finger snapped and his jaws snapped down on empty air. His mind flailed around for the right frequency to reconnect with his senses.

“Let’s make a new deal! No stone as long as you don’t let us go. Or I-I take it with Arthur to the Dark World!” John’s weak bargain and threat was met with derisive laughter.

“Now why would I ask for something I already hold in my own hands? No, no, no! I’m going to enjoy this all-in-one King’s cake, hot and cold, treasure hunt. This time you can even call a friend instead the usual back-seaters. Much faster and less chances of cheating if you ask me!” The devil muttered something about being forced to write a C option to A or B conundrum. “Though really I guess it’s fifty-fifty: the other day there was that guy. I knew him from head to toe. Not you two. I see other people. Like I said! Every line of his silly little life! Urgh middle school production level, at best. And still! Still he managed to surprise me!”

Two hands clapped together as if to put a close to that intermission. The next moment Arthur was back on the floor and he didn’t like how his brain almost let out a sigh of relief at that sensation. The less was said, the less fun Kayne would have. Bar was low, even for them, but so was the ground. The devil said something about first tries removing obvious options before driving a hand into their stomach. Arthur shouted, violent shivers rocking his spine as their body fought vainly to twist out of the way on pure reflex. Unfortunately their digestive tract refused to admit defeat and heaved to expel the unknown intruder back up his throat. Shame malevolent entities didn’t care for the laws of physics and thus he was left coughing bile. Some of which came straight back down his throat.

“Now that the dud is out of the way, am I warm or icy?”

“Fuck you!” Arthur spat out.

“Uh… Cold?”

“Well fuck you too, John!”

“Do you think I’m happy about this?! I was the one sewing this shit back up while you took a bloody nap!” His partner snapped, spewing the vitriol at Arthur since he was too afraid to do the same towards Kayne. Sensing aggression would only have his partner push back, John tried to put himself down as the reasonable one. Hilarious if you asked Arthur given they had left sanity back at his office in Arkham. “Shut up and tell me where the stone is. Please!”

“Not three hours ago we walked into this… rat hole because YOU said we couldn’t leave a bloody rock into their hands! Now you’re telling me! That the doomsday device of the week would … Christ… safe in Kayne’s hands?”

“Artie, you’re such a worrier! No truly. Think of it as, hmmm, the battery of Mister Universe’s alarm clock. The grey part is sort of its casing and I like to picture the red one as a fog horn. Really the world popping out of existence is not even part of the equation. I mean do YOU think about all the bugs crushed setting up picnics? Of course you don’t! Hahaha that would be stupid, am I right? Anyyyway it’s time for take two, gentlemen and entities!”

Take two in fact involved exploring his intestines and accidentally popping their appendix like a cherry. Of course the only apology he got was a ‘whoospie-daisy’ and a quip about John being lucky the book didn’t land him there. “I mean what would have happened at the first argument? Sending the guy straight to the hospital cause you exploded on him?! … actually that would be funny to see I should check before waking Daddy up.” Arthur still tried to slap or push back Kayne’s hands. Totally useless of course but it was better than licking boots the way John did. Especially when the devil clearly wasn’t interested in bargaining. He would like to not be the reason the world ended, thank you very much. The third strike at their lungs yielded as many complaints and yet the stone remained missing. While Arthur could still feel Kayne was merely playing, he wasn’t sure how much longer that would last.

“Your train friend – what did he call himself again, the butcher – wasn’t wrong you know? About the music analogies! It’s all about hitting the right keys. A bit of tuning might be needed with how battered this body is though. Hopefully I won’t have to hit the entire board to find my gift. I really, truly, deeply”, and with each word pressing his fingers right into the still fresh bullet wound, “would hate for it to be lost in all the wrapping!”

“Maybe… you’re just… bad at looking…” Wheezed Arthur inbetween coughs. Even as they remained on the floor he was struggling to stay afloat. Their boiling head had apparently decided to keep all the heat for itself instead of sharing. It left him both shivering and sweating bullets enough to turn Larson into swiss cheese had they been actual ammunition.

“Actually you’re right… It is time to call a friend! Let’s get to it, we have candidate number one: Wallace Larson from the quaint little town of Addison, here to retrieve the sacred artifact for the Order of –what was it again – the shooting star? Who cares! And candidate number two, Arthur’s plus-one-turned-nemesis, detective Noel from the New York Police Department! Who will take a shot at retrieving the Black Stone and earn the ultimate mystery price?! I for one cannot wait to find out!” The devil announced loudly before finishing in a false hushed tone. “Candidate number three having yet to manifest himself shall remain anonymous… for now.”

“Absolutely not! I’m not putting my hands in that!” Shouted Larson as if the very scenario was a personal offense to his character. There was a long pause until he threw a retort at… someone? John had said there were only three people in this corridor aside from them both…

“Oh I’ll take a shot, alright.” Noel’s voice derailed his theory that he was the universe’s chew toy tonight in particular. Then Arthur heard several rounds attempt to drown out Kayne’s rising laughter.

“Noooooo! What could poor little old me do against… human ingenuity. And so I die… To our hero’s quick draw and wit! ARGh!” A confused John told his partner about the performance as the devil had dropped to his knees, grasping his torso in overly exaggerated agony then met face first with the floor.

Athur felt it before it happened: the change of pressure in the air, how they were leaving the eye of storm and about to meet the worst of it. He just needed to do one thing right tonight, just one little thing! Turn what little energy he has left past his throat into a shout to run, to live, to save Noel.

“SURPRISE!”

He startled as several party poppers and blowers went off. Blood spattered everywhere. Propping himself self up for that warning proved to have been a mistake as projectiles collided with their chest. Some small and hard but others squishy and much more wet. He went back down with hiss, head swimming as his mind slipped

Down,

Down.

“Fuck. FUCK! Noel! His head! It exploded! It’s all over the floor. Kayne… he… popped out of Noel’s neck. His old body has melted into the carpet. It has left a deep black imprint, the edges fizzling but not catching fire. Larson is throwing up beside the left wall. It’s not just the blood... I can identify… parts. An entire eye landed into our chest earlier! It rolled by our side now. There are also a few teeth lodged into our right shoulder. What I thought were confetti in the air were actually fragments of skin. I’m sorry Arthur. I don’t know… I don’t know how to salvage this.”

No trip to England. No letter to Marie. No night at the movie theater. John’s misshaped hand clutched their chest. Their heart was still beating. It didn’t care for gods, grief or pain. It just was.

“What a blast, am I right?! One down, two to go. UNLESS! Our main attraction wishes to open up at last. The hand you were dealt with was pretty bad but you pulled through! Atta boys! Who cares about the finish line? It’s all about the journeyyyyy! So come on, there’s no need to be a sore loser.”

They couldn’t win. Not by a country mile. But..

It didn’t mean Kayne had to.

“Well, they can’t say I didn’t try. But guess what! It seems the final guest sorted himself out as well… Everyone welcome the prince in rags! The phony few had the patience for! The bastard thrown aside as the once and future king made his return! Our mystery candidate number three! Go on, banana peel. Introduce yourself.”

“I- in yellow.”

“Pretty sure even us folk in the front didn’t catch that. Try again your majesty. Put your whole belly into it!”

“I AM THE KING IN YELLOW!”

“Noooow that wasn’t so hard, was it? One could almost believe all the shaking is from a royal tantrum! Penny for your thoughts on the whereabouts of my lucky charm?”

“Carmichael! Bet me on me!”

“Huh. Kinda already am to be honest… But no. That’s not what you want.”

“If I retrieve the Black Stone, I… can keep the rest of him.”

“NO! Kayne, our deal isn’t broken!” Yelled John desperately trying to lift them both up and prove they were still in the game. “Arthur, please! Just tell him! I can’t- I can’t lose you again.”

“Should have thought about that earlier, turncoat! Regardless this tortilla’s got it baaaaad. Never thought you’d want all thorns English Rose back after what he did to you.”

“I want to win.”

“Oh please! You want him back! Hmmm the irony of YOU coming on top… YES that’s it! Okay! Okay. We’re all ears.”

There was a brief silence as Yellow took a deep calming breath. John whispered at Arthur pleading, promising that a fake wouldn’t have pulled him back from the brink in Addison. At the end of his rope his partner brought her up. Somehow not even that worked. Arthur’s thoughts only concerned the monster just a few feet away. One born out of his grief, his misguided love, his bad temper, his selfishness.

“Arthur has the stone inside him,” and immediately the devil cut in with a sarcastic comment but Yellow continued on, “if you searched the lungs then fingers or toes must be valid options as well. No, limbs are easy to separate from the rest. Too big a risk…”

“That it would. I’m so sorry John! The portal closed on us and your arm with the stone is on the other side! Now that would be anticlimactic.”

“John doesn’t know, the entire time he didn’t fight back against you. That leaves out the left foot. As well as his forearm and…”

Strangely Arthur felt a twinge of pride as Yellow broke down his thought process the way an investigator would. He admitted it was a bit self-centered to assume the entity got it from him in their short time together. Maybe at the end he wanted at least one person to understand his choice, the logic behind it.

The gap between the three of them was closed in seconds. A cool sensation spread across his forehead and desperate for the contact to last he leaned deeper and deeper. Ocean waves scratched at his skin as the seagulls laughed and laughed. Taking turns they dug in. The waters trashed around pulling Arthur under. The birds didn’t care and followed after, their cries now clamored for their prey to stop wriggling around. The best lock in the world would not keep Davy Jones’ loot safe for long against someone with both the right tools and determination.

The moment the foreign fingers scratched against their prize, a flash of lucidity cut through. Arthur curled around the stone so tightly he no longer knew where it ended or where he began. Hooks dug into his soul, prying him closer and closer to the surface. Gold strings fiercely yanked him back towards the abyss. Then as a last resort stitched themselves hastily into the searing patchwork.

“Ding, ding, ding! And we have a winner!”

The slap on his back had Yellow hunching forward, closer to the hands cupping the Black Stone. It throbbed in unison with his own body. Every shadow, every color glistened in a blinding contrast. The very same way Addison had looked that morning after the clouds had parted, leaving only clear skies and the brilliant snow. His heavy breaths were woven into brush strokes painting this vista, one last gift to Arthur before this entity swallowed the entire world. Then he fixed his gaze onto Kayne holding the rock out, waiting for the devil to keep his end of the deal. Everything went sideways and Yellow landed on his ass. It was disorienting as fuck but he felt more at home than he ever did inside Larson’s head. He grazed his fingers across the new scars he was not present for with slight irritation. No matter he would demand the stories later. None seemed to compare to the three from the boat anyway. Wait the boat-

“I give you a ten out of ten. Stellar work truly! So here’s the tip: you remember everything. Honestly I didn’t expect you to be that useful after driving Artie to the brink. Fascinating really how the carrot he had no trouble following after all this time disgusted him when I served it grated. Since he was so difficult I switched to a slightly different brand and you’ll never guess what… He swallowed it hook, line and sinker! Convinced I had indulged his whimsies. It was hilarious!”

His stomach sank as his memories clicked back into place: the office, the hospital, the city under the hotel, the pits, Lily and the sight of Arthur’s dying body falling out of his reach while the King laughed at his naivety. What had followed despite Kayne’s meddling was their own handiwork. It shouldn’t be that much of a surprise considering their argument in front of his mural. The bigger threat was never the creatures they encountered down the line but their own stubbornness.

The stone’s power rose into a crescendo sending shivers down his spine. The corridor twisted from the tension it wasn’t made to withstand. No, even had they been out in the open the artifact would have bent the world in the same way. Slowly his ears began to parse out the melody underneath: a wail accompanied by a piano and the sound of rushing water.

“Oh darling, thar tickles! Looks like Daddy’s clock will have a vibrate option, truly a testimony of human progress don’t you think? Huh. Don’t stare at me like I drowned your goldfish. It’s not MY fault you didn’t account for stowaways before handing it over! Anyway time’s up. Farewell Jonagold!”

He didn’t care about the difference between them, the purpose of the stone or how this was the consequences of everyone’s choices. No one took what was his! Not even the Crawling Chaos itself!

The reason he failed and grasped nothing but empty air was ironic: the pathetic leftover vessel who had refused to get his hands dirty.

How stupid! How shocking! How splendid! His roar of laughter bounced off the walls of the blood-stained corridor. It was a stage equal to the basement of 58 Pelican Lane. However he still had to make his own debut.

The malevolent entity wrapped his hands around the man’s throat

and

squeezed.

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Brie Larson x fem-reader

Warning: Angst, Fluff, Cussing, Bullying

Thank God For Theater Chapter 3

Theater is Something that in compases many things not just acting, it's a way to put yourself out there. It's a way to start not caring what others think and you don't have to be on Broadway for you to be able to be affected by theater. theater can move you in many spectacular ways."- y/n Y/L/N

My moms name was all over the news of the worldwide. No matter where I went I would never be able to escape her. When I started theater I prayed that It didn't get any worse all the teasing and name calling. I knew that if I had memorized everyone in the 500 page play (holiday island a play about a bunch of brits on holiday.) I would finally be able to escape.After a while of feeling the escapism that theater provided to me. I realize that theater was what i wanted to do with my life no matter what, It was an escape from everything going on around me. So i was going to try everything to get there no matter what anyone told me even if i failed once i got there at least i got there at least i wasn't with my mother anymore. When I got home I found the letter that I had been praying for my mother was put in jail on a death sentence, Finally something good in my life.

It was the first day of theater If I didn't see him long Blonde hair, hazel eyes, Muscles, sunglasses, Button up plaid shirt, and Genes. I couldn't be falling for someone. Not again I don't know what I was thinks but I mean just one look at him and your in love. I Probably could have talked myself out of my feelings if I hadn't heard him talk his voice could part the sea. But at the same time put a baby to sleep. But the moment he spoke he hypnotized me with every word. But if he knew who I was he wouldn't want me. A couple weeks went by. I had gotten some friends there in the theater that did not judge because of my mother.

Rose,Alaska,lucy,Zia,Indgo they were not at all like me they were dark and talked about murder a lot and later on I found out that they would wright letters because they were in love with my mother they found criminals hot. At one point in time one said that hitler was extremely hot. Un surprising to me well wrighting this they have all ended up in prison. But the moment they found out I had a crush on Markus(the ks silent) Daniel Amor Traydon. he had my heart in knots and I had nothing to lose hell even as an adult and I could lose everything I still do it. I got tired of waiting for him to ask me out why can't a women do it I had done it before given it was with another women but I mean if he said no what was the worse thing that would happen.

"Hay" I yelled towards his direction

He walked over to me "Yes"

" Do you wanna hang out sometime?" I asked

"sure." he said

We heard the Director say "okay everyone go sit."

"Meet me after class, I'll give you my information." he said

I went and sat down the director had went around and asked everyone who he rounded on me and what about you ,"Mrs.Michael" he said

"Tina sir" I said

"Are you sure?" he asked

"1. As sure as I could ever be, 2. As sure as you were when you asked your ugly wife to marry you, 3. As sure as you were when you asked your ugly wifes hot sister to sleep with you, 4. As sure as your wife when she divorced your ass. Dose that answer you question?" I said

"You have confidence I like that It will get you far in this Job." he said

"Thanks sir." I said

"Okay work on that you got the confidence down but you need to not be a pushover." he said

"I'm not a pushover. I'm stronger than you so unless you wanna get physically pushed over and hurt by me move on to the next person." I said

"Okay moving on is everyone ready for starting reading lines Ann why don't you start." he said

Okay im reading Act 1 Scene 1 Line 5, I looked straight blinked. "Yes, definitely with a pool-view and a telly weren't it Tone?" i said this with a very emphatically and a little concerned voice

"Moving on."

I looked down knowing that my British accent wasn't the best and that I was competing for this part with people who had done Theater before. But I really didn't care. I gave it my all and acted with my heart not my mind.

after class I walked up to Markus'' how's life?"

"great" he said

"yah mine too." i said

"Here mine and my mom's number." he said ,"call me when you wanna hangout."

"Okay see you tomorrow." I said

I walked out to my grandmas car. and got in "hay grandma" I said she started to drive away.

"Hello kido, how was class today?" She asked.

"I think it's time I'm ready to go back to school." I said.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes," I said "I wanna go back to school."

"Well I'll call John and will get you into a school." She said "What school?"

"The one I went to as a Kid," I said

"Okay i'll see what I can do." She said

"Thanks." I said as I looked out the window

My grandma must have called John and Told him because he showed up the next day to the house my grandma was out of the house

"Hay kido" John said

"JHON!" I screamed running up to him Hugging him

"Wow someone happy to see me." John said

"Your Like a father, a Best friend and a Brother so i'm always happy to see you." I stated with a smile "How is everyone at the police station?"

"Well Peter got married to his girlfriend, Liam got engaged, Roy adopted a puppy and got married to his boyfriend, Rodger and his wife had their third kid and Zack and Tony started dating each other and my wife's pregnant with our baby. Steve and Kyle aren't up to much." He said

"How long have i been gone?" I asked surprised

"haha yeah alots happened your grandma told me that you wanna go to school i'm okay with this but we've got to get you accommodated back into school so a couple of us officers are coming with you to keep you safe." he stated

"No sorry I love you guys but I feel like I'll be made fun of a lot." I stated

"exactly that's why we're going to be undercover." he said

"Okay fine." I said sarcastically

"You know we are your family i mean you said that i'm like a brother to you so what you worried about." he said

"Me trying to flirt with boys and girls or them trying to flirt with me and you guys beating them up." I said

"Me and the boys won't do that." he said

"Okay sure" I said sarcastically

"Okay you start school tomorrow so go sleep." he said

"thanks John" i said

The next day I got in the car with john in the morning, and arrived at school it was 8th grade john walked me to the office and told them who I was they gave me someone to show me around school.

"this is Markus." the office lady said.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" Markus said.

"I go to school here now." I said.

"Oh hang out with me i'll show you the ropes." he said

"okay." I said "Bye John"

me and Markus walked out to the hallway.

“ hay i'll give you some tips don't mention who you are or Theater trust me I know its hard but The kids here are really mean they are really mean and need to be taught a bunch of lessons like how not to back talk teachers." He said

"You don’t need to tell me twice they can’t be worse than me buddy im it as nice as you think. But you might need to get closer to me to figure that out. I said

We walked to class staring at each other

"Here we are." I said

"Students please welcome our new student Mrs." the teacher said

before I cut her off

"Lee I said Mrs.Lee." I said

"Okay students say hi." The teacher said

The teacher pulled me to the side when everyone was outside. "It says your last names Y/L/N why did you say Lee?"

"Because Y/L/N my moms last name yes I am being raised by her mom but I don't want to be connected with her my moms not a nice person and if people find out what she has done hell i'm scared of my mother she's a scary person so i've taken my fathers name i'm making it legal within the once my grandfather gets back from his hunting trip. In a few days. My grand,a dose not like the courthouse." I said

"Just because there's people that we hate in our lives does not mean that we need to get rid of things that connect us with them." she said,"you have a chance to take your last name's legacy and change it, don't throw it away." She said

"Well if I happen to change my names legacy and do what I want with my life and become famous there's already enough judgment in that job that with this hanging over my head then It might give me a heart attack but being famous will also make me happy and jump with joy all I want is to be old enough to move out and fall in love and start a family of my own. But I'm scared that I'm going to go down the same path as my mother." I said

"The more you say that to yourself the more you are going to fail you need more confidence." She said

"That's funny, my theater director says I have two lot of confidence." I said

"Well we all have confidence, we just all spend it in different places so spread that confidence around." she said

"Hey Y/L, come hang out over here." Markus said

"Sure." I said

Later that day me and markus were in science chatting well the teacher was talking we didn't hear what she said

"Markus, Ann since you too are so chit chatty you too are partners."

She said

After school Markus said "come to my house and do the project there."

"Okay" I said "let me call my lift my family is a bit overprotective so they might come."

"Okay that's fine." He said

I called John and He told me that he would have to come with me a couple minutes later. John was waving from the car.

I said “see you in a few”

to markus and went into the car buckled and drove to his house. Me and Markus were in the kitchen and his mom and John were in the living room talking. John had told me that we have to leave by nine.

"So who is that guy?" Markus siad

"Well he's my best friend." I said

"I'm not your best friend." Markus said

"Well he's different." I said

"He's too old for you, you need to date someone your own age." Markus said

"Not like that. It's complicated." I said

"You can tell me anything." He said

"Well John was the Police officer; that arrested me when I was 7. I was a troublemaker and got in a lot of trouble; for threatening to kill a kid. It wouldn't have been that big of a deal, if Columbine had not just happened. My mom refused to pick me up from the police station. I waited there for a few years till a family member would pick me up. That never happened. When my mom got arrested for selling drugs. I went to my dad he started to drink and abuse me, I got really scared and ran back to my home the cops, there my home there my family. Then I went to my grandmother's house and wanted to know stuff about my family and it turned out that my mother had killed a bunch of kids and adults and was a child sexual predator. John is just a bit over protective of me. All of the cops at that station treat me like family.” I said

"Oh I'm sorry I didn't know." He said

"No it's okay. The court mandatory therapist said that I need to talk about it." I said laughing

"Do not worry I wont tell anyone." He said

"I'm not worried." I said we both started to lean in and look at each other's lips, "I think I should probably be going."

"Okay see you tomorrow." He said

"Yah yah okay bye."I said

Me and Markus worked on the project for a couple weeks, and didn't talk about what had happened but then the day that we had finished the project.

"Hey, I really liked hanging out with you. Would you like to see a movie with me this weekend after our final theater performance." Markus asked

"sure." I said

John was okay with me going Markus. and I went to a horror movie. which I hated because of paranoia. I already feel like i'm being watched 24/7 so I try to avoid. Anything scary there was a big jump scare and I grabbed Markus Hand after the movies. He asked if I was okay. I didn't say anything I just looked into his eyes and then down at his lips I wasn't going to do it but then he kissed me and I kissed him back.

"Hay do you want to come over to my house and watch a Superhero movie." he said

"yah sure." I said

We started dating from there on into highschool senior year. I was a fresh 17 and he was 19. I thought we were meant to be together forever. That he was going to be the father of my children. I still remember freshman year I had gotten onto the Volleyball, Basketball, Wrestling, Boxing and Golfing team as well as still doin theater outside of school. He was a proud boyfriend; he was the one cheering the loudest at the games and performances and when I made the honor roll he was the first one to text me. It was my final Basketball game before summer junior year and he had hijacked the sound system and started playing my favorite song as soon as I made the basket even though he knew he would be in trouble he told me he didn't care just as long as he got to see my smile. He caressed my face and kissed my forehead. I had my whole life planned out with him. When I turned 17 though everything changed he was 18 and politics were happening he asked me what I would do if i could vote and we got into a big fight that's why I don't vote know as an adult that one moment has ruined my entire life and also saved me I was able to pass all my classes with flying colors. But home life wasn't the best. At 15 my grandma had been diagnosed with Breast Cancer and Liver Cancer. She was fighting as hard as she could but she died a couple weeks before I turned 17. It was just me and grandpa. He tried to make me feel better but nothing helped. She was the only mother figure I had up till then, she was my everything. At 17 I graduated and John and all the cops came. I saw Ezra lee for the first time in a long time after the ceremony. I walked up to her and just said sorry. I didnt realize that she was not aware of what had happened and that our father had told her that her mother was just gone for work

(I need to catch up on all my story’s there will be parts posted by next week and I will figure out how to do a master list.”

#lesbain #queer #lesbian community #marvel #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers imagine #carol danvers fic #captian marvel #brie larson x reader #brie larson

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erins-blog07 · 2 years ago

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First book post! I gotta post a few recent books I read before starting the blog, and this is #1:

The Devil in the White City by Erik Larson

Summary:

This story follows 2 protagonists: H. H. Holmes, America’s first notorious serial killer, and Daniel Burnham, a notable architect from Chicago, Illinois. These 2 men never knew each other, but they were tied together by a singular event, the 1893 Chicago World’s Fair. Burnham was the chief architect of the opulent showcase, but marvels do not come without a price. Holmes used this event as a springboard to launch into a killing spree. 43 people were confirmed victims, but some estimate that the actual death toll was over 200. This is a story of the brutality of the rapid urbanization that characterized the United States’ rush toward the 20th century.

My thoughts:

This book was advertised, at least to me, as being focussed on the serial killer aspect of the story. As I was reading, it seemed that more of the focus was going towards the architecture and construction of the fair. Larson also had a 3rd perspective that would pop up in mini-chapters throughout the book. This 3rd person served solely to support Burnham’s story, furthering my point. For the last few chapters, the story suddenly switches to the perspective of a detective who catches Holmes years later, and I felt that it disrupted the overall flow of the book. Larson did highly comprehensive research on the topics discussed, but this book felt more like an analysis of the World Fair than a true crime novel.

Final Rating:

3/5, would not read again.

If y’all have read this book, lmk, and tell me what you thought of it.

See ya in my next post! 💜

#booklr #bookish #review #true crime

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oracularpig · 1 year ago

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reading list!

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basically a list of books we want to read. this isn't an endorsement of these books or anything like that as we have not read them yet. this list will grow as we come across more books, and we'll add comments/thoughts as we work through these!

additionally, we're always open to recommendations :)

Bringing Race to the Table: Exploring Racism in the Pagan Community by Crystal Blanton, Taylor Ellwood, and Brandy Williams (Amazon)

Holistic Tarot: An Integrative Approach to Using Tarot for Personal Growth by Benebell Wen (Amazon)

I Ching, the Oracle: A Practical Guide to the Book of Changes by Benebell Wen (Amazon)

Sacred Gender: Create Trans and Nonbinary Spiritual Connections by Ariana Serpentine (Amazon)

Shades of Faith: Minority Voices in Paganism by Crystal Blanton (Amazon)

The Slavic Myths by Noah Charney and Svetlana Slapsak (Amazon)

The Tao of Craft: Fu Talismans and Casting Sigils in the Eastern Esoteric Tradition by Benebell Wen (Amazon)

hellenic polytheism

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A Companion to Greek Religion by Daniel Ogden (Amazon)

Ancient Greek Cults by Jennifer Larson (PDF)

Hellenic Polytheism: Household Worship by Christos Pandion Panopoulos & Panagiotis Panagiotopoulos & Erymanthos Armyras (Amazon)

In Praise of Olympus: Prayers to Greek God's by Hearthstone (Amazon)

On Greek Religion by Robert Parker (Amazon)

The Oracles of Apollo: Practical Ancient Greek Divination for Today by John Opsopaus (Amazon)

Understanding Greek Religion by Jennifer Larson (PDF)

#confluence.txt #our posts #books

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 5 days ago

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#i was thinking that it was also a healthy dose of what we affectionatly call 'arthur spite'#aka 'i am a bad person and i don't deserve to life However i can still do some good even though i can never be redeemed'#i think the s3 guilt and despair were turned up to such insane degree that arthur was an actual trainwreck of self-destruction there#except#larson very helpfully painted himself as the just. most irreristable target bait for that anger imaginable#and so arthur who lost everything he loved all over again broken starved and alone who let down his friends Again#goes 'well at least i can do Something good and kill that evil person' like thatt was his one possible agency in that moment#'i cant do anything right and always let everyone down but at least i can take this evil down with me' energy#so yeah larson triggered it for sure but that anger was not actually at him#you mentioned before an awesome idea that arthur made daniel the avatar of his disappointment in himself#and i think in s3 anything even remotely associated with larson was his avatar of hate (both usual and the guilt and the self-loathing)

@prototypelq YES!! YESSS EXACTLY!!!

bc also, arthur says this to like, Brain Ghost Larson in The Nightmare:

and then later on in the same episode, after the bit with james:

larson’s voice is is “his own self-loathing.” arthur is explicitly using larson to externalize his hatred of himself. so in s3 and a lesser degree s4 arthur is like, living out a beautiful fantasy where he gets to give himself the treatment he feels he deserves without hurting people who care about him (read: john) by proxy. it’s like a perfect storm of righteous anger and desire for self-punishment.

and then john keeps getting in the way like a JERK smh my head (bc he can tell what arthur is doing and Did Not Agree To Enable It)

this is something i have been quietly obsessing over since I first listened to s3 and also I should probably get some transcript snips to make a longer post abt it but. something that drives me so crazy abt how arthur promises to kill wallace but his actual obsessive hunt in the estate was after jack. about how when he does finally corner him, the entire subject of his monologue blurs until he’s not talking to jack at all (you killed her could theoretically be the woman in the vents, but she was innocent, she was young, she trusted you, she needed you can’t possibly be about anything other than wallace and addison.)

something abt the fact that wallace never touches him, and uncle never speaks, and so to arthur, who can’t see either, who is blind and furious and hurting and just needs a target—in that moment, they are the same person. just the voice vs the hands.

#the nemesis speaks #mv liveblog #malevanalysis #CONTRAST TO: john seeing yellow as the worst version of himself and responding with compassion #trying to redirect blame and insisting he isn’t the one at fault #only retaliating with violence when forced #yeah….. yeah.#also arthur willfully choosing larson as a guide in the nightmare… fucked up. how about that.

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whatstruthgottodowithit · 2 years ago

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A Crazy Idea [Part Two]

Fandom: Grey’s Anatomy

Pairing: Daniel Kwan x Female Reader, Jackson Avery x Female Reader, Benson Kwan x Female Reader

Characters: Daniel Kwan, Jackson Avery, Female Reader, Catherine Fox, Benson Kwan

Word Count: 1967 // Rating: Teen & Up

Summary: Jackson’s back and he’s finding he might have been replaced in more ways than one.

Tags/ Warnings: Confessions of Love, Jealousy, Friends To Lovers, Exes, Ex Lovers, Fighting, Arguing, Operations,Past Relationships, Open Wounds,

Notes: okay so i’ve not watched the new series so I don’t know kwan that well and apparently his names changed?!? but I stuck with Daniel anyway. Hope this is okay! x

Part two as requested!

Tags: @h-a-j-i-m-e-ru

PART ONE // PART TWO

As the elevator dinged open Y/N sighed and trudged inside. This was her fifth shift in a row and none of them had gone swimmingly. She had had train wreck patients, countless surgeries and to top it off Daniel had avoided her like the plague so she didn't know if she was coming or going with him. The only saving grace was that Jackson was still in the hospital though that was going to change today as she was sure he would be fit enough to discharge. She went to the attending's lounge and got ready for her day before she headed to her floor to get her list of patients. When she arrived Daniel was standing by the nurse's station with a plethora of charts in his hands. He was looking over one he was holding, his brow furrowed over whatever he was reading but it uncreased as she approached and stood next to him. He looked up, his face falling for a second before it quickly fell into a neutral position.

‘Y/N,’ he greeted coolly. Y/N felt a shiver run down her spine at the indifference in his voice. ‘Blue,’ she greeted. She wanted to say more. To tell him about the feelings she had been mulling over for the past few days but she couldn’t. He went back to charting and she could feel the nurses at the station watching them. She was sure they didn’t know anything about them but their being nosy was enough to stave off the topic. ‘Are you on my service today?’ she asked hopefully. ‘Yeah,’ he said, ‘I’ve already prepped the ward round. Let’s get started huh?’ ‘Yeah,’ she mumbled and then he was off walking down the corridor to their first patient making her almost have to jog to keep up. Their first couple of patients were relatively simple. He ran through their new stats and figures and examined them for her. Everything was running smoothly though there was no banter or chatter between them.

‘I want an MRI Head for her,’ Y/N mentioned as they left Mrs Larson’s room and moseyed down the corridor. ‘ ‘But her CT didn’t show anything,’ Daniel said. ‘I know but there’s something..off about her. I don’t know what but my guess is she’s definitely had some sort of stroke,’ Y/N said. ‘I don’t know she seemed fine to me,’ Daniel mumbled. ‘Yeah because she was flirting with you,’ Y/N giggled. ‘Oh so she must have had a stroke to be flirting with me?’ he scoffed. ‘No, that’s not what I meant-’ Y/N started but Daniel wasn’t listening he was making a beeline into their next patient's room. Y/N sighed and entered behind him as her eyes took in her next patient. Jackson.

He was packing things into a bag but he turned around as they entered and stopped. He pushed the bag aside and sat down on the bed as he said, ‘hey.’ ‘Hey,’ she said looking at him and then glancing at Daniel who seemed to be enthralled in the chart. She didn’t mind this. Mainly because Jackson knew all about the awkwardness that they had been having after she had acted on his words. He threw her a look and she shook her head slightly. Jackson nodded but before they could go any further Daniel spoke, ‘Jackson Avery, 41, was admitted three days ago with a hand laceration. Had debridement, wash out of the wound with a repair of damaged tendons and ligaments. Broken scaphoid and trapezium supported with a half cast to hand. Inflammatory markers improving with antibiotics.’ ‘Thanks Blue,’ Y/N said with a smile which wasn’t returned.

‘So, am I gonna be allowed to bounce today or not?’ Jackson smirked. ‘Your mother getting on your nerves that bad huh?’ Y/N chuckled. ‘I’m confined to one room,’ Jackson said, ‘she’s not had such an easy target in a while.’ ‘Well, let’s see,’ she said, ‘Blue do you want to assess the wound?’ ‘You don’t want to do it yourself?’ he asked with confusion and a hard edge to his tone. ‘This is good teaching,’ Jackson said jumping in before she could speak. Daniel’s eyes narrowed but he nodded and took a seat beside the bed as Jackson held his hand out.

‘Wound looks fine, sutures are intact,’ Daniel said. ‘And?’ Y/N said looking at Daniel who glanced at her. ‘And?’ he said. ‘And I’m five days post op and the sutures are on my hand,’ Jackson said. Daniel looked at him with a sulk on his face but didn’t answer, ‘so because the skin is so thin the stitches can be removed because the healing will be complete skin deep. Jeez have you been teaching this kid or not?’ ‘I’m not a kid,’ Daniel said. ‘I’m sure he knew it’s just slipped his mind,’ Y/N said coming towards Daniel who leapt up out of the seat. ‘I don’t need you to defend me,’ Daniel said. ‘I’m not,’ Y/N reasoned looking at him. ‘Course not,’ he scoffed. ‘Hey,’ Jackson said warningly, ‘she’s just trying to help.’ ‘Well, I don't need her to. And I don’t need her pretending her students are better than they are just because she wants to impress you,’ Daniel said almost squaring up. Jackson stood up facing him the pair of them seething.

‘She’s your superior,’ Jackson said, ‘you should show her some respect.’ ‘Guys,’ Y/N said but neither of them was taking any notice of her. ‘Oh, are you gonna make me? What are you going to do? Call your mommy,’ Daniel smirked. Then without warning, Jackson pushed Daniel hard. Shock ran through him but as he realised what had happened he leapt forward to shove Jackson back. Y/N was in the middle of them in a flash. ‘Cool it!’ she shouted but they were only watching each other.’ ‘Do that again and I will not be held responsible for what happens to you,’ Daniel said. ‘Oh yeah,’ Jackson challenged. ‘Blue knock it off!’ Y/N said. ‘You’re taking his side?’ he baulked. ‘She is because you’re being a jackass,’ Jackson said. ‘I’m not taking anyone’s side,’ Y/N said with exasperation, ‘just trying to get you both to remember you’re in a hospital! You’re working and you’re a patient for god's sake. You need to knock it off.’

Her voice was loud now and it had seemingly been enough to draw attention as a nurse appeared at the door wondering what was happening, ‘everything okay?’ ‘Fine Sarah,’ Y/N said. ‘Yeah peachy,’ Daniel said moving out of the way. Sarah nodded and left the door but Daniel was soon behind her. ‘Where are you going?’ Y/N asked. ‘What do you care?’ he said and then he was gone. When she turned around Jackson was watching her with a stony expression.

‘You're a terrible best friend, you know that?’ she said as she shoved him down onto the bed, sitting down on the chair in front of him. ‘Me?!’ he scoffed as she started to set up a tray to remove his stitches ‘Yeah, you,’ she said as she wiped his hand clean, ‘you know we’ve been having problems.’ ‘And that’s my fault how? He was being childish,’ Jackson said. ‘And you shoved him!’ Y/N said shrilly. ‘Because he was being rude! You don’t deserve that. In front of me or anyone.’ ‘I don’t think he would've done it in front of anyone else,’ she said truthfully, ‘I think he’s a little jealous.’ ‘What he thinks you're in love with me?’ Jackson said. She hadn’t exactly told him that part of the story. ‘No,’ she said, ‘but he knows we’re close. And lately, he and I haven't been.’ ‘Because he confessed his undying love and you didn't say anything,’ Jackson smirked. ‘No! I just…I just wasnt ready for it then. And he’s avoided me ever since. I mean I wasn’t going to tell him I love him at the nurse's station was I?’ ‘You love him?’ Jackson asked. Y/N looked at him startled. She hadn't even noticed the words had come out of her mouth but the more they ran through her brain the more she confirmed it. She did love him. She hadn’t seen it before. They’d always been close but since he had started working at the hospital it had shifted and subconsciously she had held back, scared it would ruin everything.

‘Yeah, I do,’ she said with a small smile. ‘Then what are you doing here then?’ Jackson asked. ‘You’re hand,’ she started but he shook his head. ‘I can take these sutures out myself,’ he said, ‘as long as you promise I can go home I’ll do anything…I’d probably do a better job anyway.’ ‘Har har,’ Y/N said standing up. ‘So I can go home?’ Jackson said. ‘Sure can. I’ll tell the nurses later,’ she said giving him a quick hug, ‘I’ve got more important stuff to do.’

Jackson nodded and watched as she took off into the corridor in the second search for Daniel. That first day she hadn’t found him but today she was determined. She looked everywhere until it dawned on her where he might be. Finally, she ended up in the basement corridor and found him sitting on the discarded beds that lined it. He looked up as she entered and scowled but he didn’t move as she came to sit beside him. They were silent for a moment before she said, ‘are you okay?’

‘What do you care?’ he asked. ‘I do care,’ she sighed, ‘you know I do.’ ‘Just not as much as I want?’ he questioned looking at her before his eyes turned to his hands which were resting on his knees. ‘You don’t know what I want,’ she said. He looked at her confused but didn't speak which made her sigh, ‘you never gave me a chance Blue. I broached the topic because I was blind. So blind. And Jackson opened my eyes-’ ‘Good old Jackson Avery,’ he scoffed. ‘Yes! Good old Jackson Avery because he pointed out what was blatantly obvious. You have feelings for me. And I’d ignored it because we’ve been friends forever and I didn’t want to ruin anything. But since he pointed it out I realised that I feel the same. And I’m sorry that it wasn’t the big love story you wanted when you said what you said. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be on your level right away but that doesn’t mean I'm not there now.’ ‘How do I know that’s true? That you’re not just forcing yourself to feel that way?’ he said with sadness lacing his voice. ‘Because you told me that the idea of us isn’t that crazy to you. And you’re right. It’s not crazy. It’s right…natural,’ she said, ‘I want to try this Blue. 100%. And if it doesn’t work out then fine…because I never want to lose you. Either way.’

Daniel seemed to take in her words for a moment and then he leaned in and kissed her gently. Her hands cupped his face as she kissed him back. A flutter ran through her stomach as he held her close. Then his pager sounded. He sighed and pulled back with a frown as he pulled it out of his pocket and looked at it.

‘Sorry,’ he said, ‘duty calls.’ ‘I get it,’ she said, ‘come on we’ll go together.’ ‘Okay,’ he said as they climbed off the bed. As they started to walk he slipped his hand into hers causing her to look up at him with a smile. ‘Sorry we wasted our first kiss,’ he said. ‘I don't think you can waste a kiss,’ she replied, ‘not when it’s worth the wait.’

#my writing #a crazy idea #daniel kwan #daniel kwan x reader #daniel kwan fic #blue kwan #daniel blue kwan #benson kwan x reader #benson kwan fic #benson kwan #jackson avery #greys anatomy #greys anatomy fic #requested #requested fic

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