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razorblade180 · 4 years

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Shackles pt7: Trap

“Finally, we’re here...” Blake said as she stood in front of Jacquelyn’s house. Nothing suspicious so far, but that could change quickly. Who knows what the clay carved house held inside. At least it beautiful

She was ready to proceed but looked back to see Yang and Jacquelyn on the opposite sides of the oasis. Yang was washing up her pale face while Jacquelyn drunk water from another. Both of them looked better than when they woke up but still not like their normal selves; especially Yang. The closer Blake walked to her the more she thought about the possibility that Yang just might be pregnant. ‘There’s no way she’s actually...well...it’ll explain some things. Still, why wouldn’t sh-’

Her train of thought was cut off suddenly by pressure building around her ankle. Blake looked down to see Yang looking at her with a concerned expression before pointing in front of them to the water. Blake had gotten so wrapped in her own mind that she didn’t realize how far she’d walk.

Yang:Uhhh going for a swim? Hehe I thought cats were supposed to hate water?

Blake:......

Yang:...I know that wasn’t exactly my best material but-

Blake:Are you pregnant?

Yang:*eyes widened* What? W...what would give you that ide-

Blake:Yang you’ve been pale, tired, sweaty, and irritable. This situation is stressful I know but you handle pressure like a diamond so this shouldn’t be getting to you so easily. Also you look like you wanna vomit since you woke up. Please don’t lie to me.

Yang:...Sigh, this isn’t how I expected you to find out.

Blake:Why didn’t you tell me sooner!?

Yang:I tried to but in case you haven’t noticed, shit keeps popping up! I wasn’t expecting to trek across the desert to investigate the disappearance of a supposed to be terr....terr...

Blake:Yang? Hey are you okay?

Yang:Nausea.....also... ugh, haven’t eaten. B-But....*covering mouth*

Blake bends down and holds her partner’s hair back. Yang bent over and felt bile slowly creep up her throat before managing to hold it down. She quickly reached for her bag and pulled out a pill bottle and took a capsule with some water. Her face scrunched up from the taste but it was an improvement from what she was about to experience seconds ago. She put the bottle back and pulled out packs of crackers and granola.

Blake:The duffle bag is for your pregnancy? I thought you had huntress gear in it or something.

Yang:There’s bullets and gear in it. Also everything I needed to have a comfortable trip that my doctor told me to bring....

Blake:How far are you along?

Yang:Almost three months. Believe it or not but I went an entire month not realizing I had a bun in the oven.

Blake:W-Wow you are not showing in the slightest.

Yang:Give it another month or so. Mom said I’ll blow up like a balloon. The point of this whole trip wasn’t only to reconnect but give you the big news. Figured it was the perfect excuse to reach out and all. Not having you in my life during this whole process didn’t feel right ya know?

Blake:That’s really sweet and all but you still should’ve told me this before I let you come along for this.

Yang:Then you would’ve tried to talk me out of tagging along. I tried to stop this adventure before it even started remember? I wasn’t about to guilt trip you with this though.

Blake:It’s not guilt tripping it’s allowing me to see everything that’s at stake; and of course I would try to talk you out of it. Taking a boat to Menagerie had risks in it of itself. I’m surprised Jaune or Ruby let you out of their sight.

Yang:Yeah....well....it might be because they don’t know....since I wanted to break the knews to my best friend first? *shrugs*

Blake says nothing to that. She only registers the statement then says it in her head. No, there’s no way Yang just said. There is no way that she’s currently in the desert with two secretly pregnant women. The hard part about this adventure was supposed to be finding Adam. Not this!

Yang continued to eat as she watched Blake’s facial expression constantly shift at this new information. It was a little hard to watch. Before she could speak more on the matter, Blake took her hand and started walking towards Jacquelyn who was still cleaning up.

The maiden only had the chance to raise her head before she too was pulled to her feet. Blake continued walking until they both were in front of the house.

Jacquelyn:Woah, what’s going on?

Blake:From here on out I’m officially taking point on this. I decide how we’ll proceed, be the first to engage in combat, and anything else serious; we clear.

Yang:That’s a bit extreme.

Jacquelyn:Yeah I can still-

Blake:Am I clear!?

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The two women looked at each other then back at Blake with a nod. Not realizing both of them were agreeing to this formation for the exact same reason.

Blake:Good, you two can keep resting. I’m going inside the house.

Jacquelyn:I’m coming too. Last thing I need is to be accused of something because you got hurt inside

Yang:Yeah that doesn’t give me confidence. I’m definitely going in too.

Blake:What did I just-sigh, fine. Just stay behind me.

Irritated, Blake ignored the doorknob and simply kicked it open. A piece of her wanted something to be in here. Shooting a thing sounded nice right now. The interior was bigger than it looked outside. A decent sized living room welcomed them that had a hallway in the bag. The door on the left was creaked open while the one further down on the right was shut.

Yang:Not much for decorating huh?

Jacquelyn:It’s hard enough getting fresh produce out here. The market is far and being a maiden doesn’t automatically give you the greenest thumb.

Blake:What’s the two rooms back there?

Jacquelyn:Open door is Adam’s room. Closed door is mine.

Yang:You don’t sleep together?

That question didn’t receive an answer. Not verbally anyways. Just pouting and a red face that screamed “it’s complicated.” Jacquelyn walked over to a wall to the left, applying pressure to a spot near the middle. That section flipped around to reveal a chest with lien and other supplies.

Blake:Of course there’s hidden compartments.

Yang:You’re not selling me on believing this isn’t a trap.

Jacquelyn:This is why I think something is wrong. If Adam abandoned me then why not take all of this? It would have been easy. Yet he only took a third at best. It doesn’t make any sense.

Yang:Neither does he.

Blake:Yang, not helping.

Yang:Just saying. You sure you checked every inch of this place? There’s no hidden tunnel that leads to Atlas or anything crazy like that.

Jacquelyn:We wouldn’t be living in a desert if magic could do all that, and no, I’m not sure. I was....frantic last time I was here.

Blake:Then I guess we’re searching top to bottom. Maybe-

The sound of her scroll vibrating made her jump. Blake opened it up to see a banana icon bouncing up and down. It wasn’t uncommon for Sun to give her a good morning call, or to see if she actually went to bed. Something she wished she had for once. Maybe she should tell him about her current situation, but that might cause a few problems. It did with Yang in more ways then once. Nevertheless, Blake answered.

Blake:Hey Sun, morning. Listen I can’t really talk right n- what do you mean Ilia was almost abducted?

Jacquelyn whipped her around and looked at Yang before looking at Blake.

Yang:Ilia was almost what?

Jacquelyn:Speakerphone, now.

xxxx

Sun sat on a beanbag in his teams little gathering spot, filled with trinkets of various things. It was essentially a thieves den if they were being honest. Ilia sat across from him, lightly resting from her experience.

Sun:Five guys randomly crowded Ilia. Apparently they called her White Fang trash then tried to take her somewhere. These dudes were armed fairly well. Luckily me and Neptune caught them off gaurd. Sage and Scarlet got involved too. One escaped though, a guy named Trigger. The other four are tied up in our den but they aren’t being too chatty.

Blake:Where’s Ilia right now?

Sun:In front of me. Wanna talk to her?

Blake:Are you too the only people in the room right now? If not then I need you both to be.

Ilia:*stretching* We’re alone! I’m fine if that’s what your concern is. You sound more on edge than I do, and that’s saying something.

Blake:Guys...there’s something I need to tell you both. Something I should’ve done for some time now. Adam is....

xxxx

Blake told them everything. Adam, Jacquelyn, where they’ve been, their encounters; everything. That includes what she doing right now. The only thing she didn’t mention was her two partners in this adventure being pregnant. The group had switch from voice call to holographic video, the sight of Ilia leaning against the wall with her hands on top of her head made Blake uneasy. Sun held a neutral expression. Yang could tell he was working through all info he was just given. He seemed to be doing it well.

Sun:So, these things might be connected?

Blake:I’m not really sure.

Jacquelyn:They have to be, I’m sure.

Ilia:Even if they’re not, you should’ve told us, Blake. You should’ve told me!

Blake:Ilia I-

Ilia:Adam was apart of my life too. Longer then yours even. I gave that man a grave on Menagerie out of respect because no one else would. How could you let me do a thing like that when you knew he was alive.

Blake:I didn’t know how you would react.

Ilia:And that makes it okay!?

Her words made Blake flinch. Sun put his hand on Ilia’s shoulder to calm the girl. Ilia looked at him then looked at the guilty expression all over Blake’s frown. Ilia knew the her friend had reasons for not telling the people closest to her about such a secret. That didn’t ease the frustration, it just made Ilia sad and anxious. She knew how to remedy that. She went over to her weapon to take it into the next room.

Sun:What are you doing?

Ilia:If anything is connected then those four we have will know something about it. I’m gonna see if they do.

Blake:Ilia, you can’t just-

Ilia:For all we know we’re on borrowed time and I’m not about to feel sympathy for a bunch of thugs who attacked me. Trust me when I say I’m not gonna lose any over this.

Yang:So that’s it? Torture is okay now?

Ilia:Focus on the things you actually have control of over on your side of the screen.

Yang bit her lip before walking off. Blake knew that she wasn’t gonna fair any better in changing Ilia’s mind. She simply nodded while Jacquelyn looked at the chameleon faunus and gave a quiet thanks. Adam told Jacquelyn much about her, about the girl’s passion and ability to endure. Now she got a glimpse of it before walking away.

Sun:We’ll check in with you in a little bit. Be safe okay?

Blake:Ummm are we okay? You haven’t said much.

Sun:My love for you isn’t fragile. You had your reasons and I respect that.

Blake:Doesn’t mean I made a good choice.

Sun:True, but I’m not counting it as a wrong one. Right now we gotta keep our focus right?

Blake:*nods* Right, see you soon. Love you.

He gives her a dramatic kiss to the screen in an attempt to make her feel better. Yang can’t help but overhear them and wonder how he could be so calm. Sun hung up and gave Ilia a concerned look of displeasure as she stared at the door.

Sun:Need extra hands?

Ilia:I would never ask you or anyone to do what I’m about to do. Just make sure I’m not interrupted okay? I’ll be okay. Things like this, it’s essentially the same as riding a bike. All I gotta do is find my balance and coast.

Sun:Well I will be out here then. Don’t push yourself, and I’m here to talk if you wanna. This Adam news must be a lot to take in.

Ilia:Thanks Sun, I mean that.

With a deep breath, Ilia walked into the other room. The time for emotions had come to a halt. Right now she needed results. Ilia needed her old self.

xxxx

Jacquelyn:You have good friends.

Blake:I have the best friends. Everyone last one of them, including you.

Jacquelyn:Me? Do you not remember our conversation by the fire?

Blake:I do. Admittedly I am a little jealous of you too. Still, I can’t help but also feel a little...inspired by your results.

Jacquelyn:Oh, well, thank you. *red* I’m touched. Maybe I was a little-

“BOMB!!!!” Yang cried out, several feet inside Jacquelyn’s room. Her words barely registered to the others. All they can see was fiery flames of an expanding explosion coming at them in what had to be a fraction of the second. The humble house in the middle of the desert had faded way. Pure destruction, taking its place.

Part 6

#rwby shackles #rwby #jacquelyn frost #yang xiao long #ilia amitola #sun wukong #blake belladonna

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The staff fridge swung open and Semi’s eyes scanned the racks for his dinner, “who the hell took my bento box?”. He spun around scowling at his co-workers that sat at the group table before his eyes landed on Tendou who was tossing a kiwi slice into his mouth. Semi kicked the door shut and Tendou slid the box in front of the empty seat next to him, “gee, thanks asshole” Tendou snorted and bumped his shoulder with Semi’s when he sat down.

“Yeah? Well you’re welcome, cause I coulda ate it all” Tendou’s comment caused Semi to scoff and role his eyes, “I’d appreciate it if you just stopped eating my food altogether, why don’t you ever just bring food when you gotta stay overnight? That’s probably why you’re so skinny” Tendou squinted at his silver haired co-worker before smirking deliberately. Congratulations, you’re not that much bigger then me bub. “So Tendou, what’s going on with that new patient of yours?” Leon asked before stuffing an onigiri in his mouth, “Yeah Tendou, you make a breakthrough?” Goshiki following with a question of his own.

A breakthrough? Not exactly, I’m still trying to get her comfortable with me being around. “It’d seem like it to you guys but no, it’s gonna take a lot longer for me to get a breakthrough with her”. This made Leon hum in confusion, “well how long could it take? She seemed pretty..... normal to me. I walked passed the room that had her group therapy and I stayed back a little bit” Tendou shook his head and stretched his lanky limbs out. “Oh Leon, you know nobody’s ever normal. But if you have to know, her files said she has major manic and depressive episodes, she’s schizophrenic, and that she used to be a compulsive liar”. His lips poked out and he rested his chin on the dorsal sides of his hands.

Shirabu swallowed the food in his mouth before dropping his hands on his lap, “So what? She has voices talk to her and stuff?” A loud slap echoed in the room because Leon slapped the back of his head. “What the hell is wrong with you?” Tendou shrugged leaning back in the wooden chair with his arm on the headrest, “I mean..... he’s not completely wrong, not all schizophrenics hear voices but I’m guessing she does cause when it gets quiet, it’s like she’s having a conversation with her face...... she’s a very expressive person, just not in a verbal way. At least not that I know of now, maybe she’s different when she’s not like this”

It got silent and all you could hear was Semi, Goshiki, and Shirabu chewing their food and swallowing, it made Tendou and Leon look at each other before they both busted out laughing. Semi just ignored them and continued to eat while Goshiki and Shirabu looked at each other with confused looks. “What’s the funny?” Leon snorted and shrugged, “oh gee, I don’t know. Maybe the fact that it was dead silent and all we could hear was the food going down your guys’ esophaguses” Shirabu frowned and slammed his hands down on the table lightly, “It’s not my fault my skull is the way it is”.

Tendou just rolled his eyes and chuckled, “oh calm down you big baby, we’re just messing with you. You can keep eating your dinner now” which Shirabu did but with a pout. Goshiki chewed slowly before pausing, “hey, where’s Ushijima? I thought he was s’pose to stay overnight too?” Semi got up to throw his trash away and stretched, “I dunno, he said something about going to see his father. He’s been working a lot of overtime lately so they let him leave. Now Tendou, what’ve you been doing with Miss L/N? I haven’t seen you at all today until about half an hour ago and it’s 8:30 right now” Leon snorted and pointed at Tendou with his plastic fork, “Dude didn’t you know? He spent the rest of the day with her, you should’ve seen them out in the halls. He was following her around like a puppy, I still don’t understand how you didn’t get through with her. I mean.... you’ve been with her for seven hours almost!”

For some odd reason this made Tendou’s eye twitch, “Yeah, like I said. It’s gonna take some time you asshole, not everybody opens up on the first day” he took a breath before shrugging. “I don’t know, I’m just not trying to push it. I just feel like I’m not seeing who she actually is cause of her little episode that’s going on right now so I’m trying to get her to open up, I know there’s more to her. I just gotta be patient” he sat there pulling at his fingers with his co-workers staring at him, “Usually you’re sure about how you’re going to handle things with patients you’re assigned to, but this time you seem.......” a muffled nervous cut Semi off and sighed because of it. “Not nervous but... you seem unsure which is a little out of character coming from you, usually you’re so confident in what you do even if the outcome could go wrong”

This left Tendou quiet as he stared down at his lap. Semi, Leon, Goshiki, and Shirabu met eyes in worry and Goshiki frowned, “Oh great job Semi, you broke him! Okay Tendou, what did you and L/N end up doing anyways?”

“So Mr. Tendou, where are we going?” I grinned and just kept walking, “I told you I was gonna hang that little picture board of yours up on the wall so I gotta go grab some command strips. Then maybe we could decorate your room some more and it won’t feel like you’re trapped in hell whenever you’re in it”. I felt Y/N poke my back and I looked over my shoulder at her for a moment, “Wait, you’re leaving?”. Pursing my lips together I shook my head, “Awe, don’t sound so sad doll. We got some in the staff room, plus I gotta stay overnight today anyways so I’m not going anywhere. Maybe we can do something later”.

I watched her beam and tilt her head to the side like a child, “promise?”. My jaw slacked open slightly and a breath of air escaped me, the corners of my mouth curled up and I chuckled silently. “Yeah I can’t promise that, I got a couple buddies that work here and they’re a buncha assholes. So I might be a little too caught up with them, but if I can I’ll come by your room at ten. How’s that sound?”

Tendou swung his leg over the other, “Nothing really, like I said, I was just trying to get her comfortable with me being around her all the time.” He drummed his fingers against the table briefly before glancing at the clock above the door, “oh would you look at that! It looks like it’s time for me to go~ now if you jerks will excuse me. I’ll catch you guys later...... probably tomorrow” and with a few strides he was out the door.

“Where does he think he’s going? He does know that clock’s broken right? And that he has to stay overnight with us?” Leon leaned on his arm with an amused smile, “hell if I know, we’ve all known each other for years now, and I still can’t figure that guy out” Semi snickered. “Well if you guys had common sense, you’d know that Tendou would be going to see Y/N” Shirabu claimed smugly, “........... shut up Shirabu”.

Tendou patted the pockets on his scrubs to find his phone, pulling it out when he did. Damn, it’s only 9:25. She’ll be fine with me being a little early though. What else could she be doing? Wow, how considerate of you Satori. What do you mean? She’s the one that wanted me to stop by, if anything she’d be happy I came early”. He shook his head snapping himself out of his own thoughts when he figured he was near her door, he slowed down his pace some so when he got there, it was 9:35. When he came up to her door, it was closed again but there was a bright light creeping out from under the door and he could see her shadow moving back and forth. As he got closer, he could hear voices which one he clearly knew was Y/N and his face scrunched up but he knocked on the door without a second thought.

It got silent in the room before the door swung open and Y/N was standing there breathlessly. This made Tendou raise a brow as he slid passed her, he did a once over of the room which seemingly looked nonchalant but everything looked the same as when he left earlier that day. “Dr. Tendou.... you’re early?” Tendou spun around and dropped on her bed with a huff, “Awe what happened Miss. L/N? Is that a problem? I thought you wanted me to be here? That hurts my little ole soul” he pouted clutching at his chest momentarily until he busted out into hysterics.

“But seriously, my friends didn’t really have much going on so I just decided to come by early. Did you grab some dinner yet? They’re closing the cafeteria pretty soon” She just shrugged and stared at him intently, “I ate like..... an hour or two ago” Tendou’s smile dropped and he squinted at her with a slight frown. “Yeah you’re full of shit, don’t lie to me. They start serving dinner at five and they shut it down at seven thirty. Now when’s the last time you ate?” Y/N frowned and huffed, “I’m not hungry so don’t worry about it, I can just-“

“Oh that’s great to hear! Now let’s go, I know somebody that has some pretty decent food” Tendou got up and poked Y/N’s cheek when he walked passed her. “I told you I ate already, and I’m not hungry” she huffed following behind him with crossed arms, Tendou spun around and started walking backwards. “Yeah you ate about... what? Nine hours ago? Don’t give me that crap, I know you’re hungry. You’re a lot paler than you were when I saw you earlier, you can’t get nothing passed me sweetheart. I was in your place once too”. This made Y/N’s face scrunch up in confusion resulting with a cackling red haired doctor.

“Story time for later I’m guessing?” He smirked slightly before spinning around and pushing the staff door open. When he did Leon, Semi, Goshiki, and Shirabu were still at the same tab with expressions like they just got caught doing something terrible. A moment of silence was met before Goshiki and Tendou roared in laughter followed by small chuckles coming from Leon, then Semi and Shirabu were just shaking their heads with amused grins. When the laughter died down Tendou gestured for Y/N to hold the door open and he walked over to the fridge, “The hell are you guys doing in here? Semi, you got any more food? Dummy here decided to starve herself today” . Y/N frowned at Tendou’s comment but smiled a little when she was met with four pairs of eyes, “I’m-”.

“L/N, yeah we know. What are you guys planning anyways? Patients are supposed to be in their rooms in ten” Leon reached over and slapped the back of Shirabu’s head for being so blunt, there usually isn’t an issue with it but sometimes it seems rude towards others that aren’t within the circle. “Excuse him, don’t take it the wrong way. Dr. Shirabu’s just a little straight forward. But do you guys have planned?” Y/N just shrugged and glanced over at Tendou, now Semi was standing next to him by the fridge and they were talking in hushed voices. She tilted her head to the side slightly before looking back at Leon and Shirabu, “Dunno, Tendou just said he was gonna stop by to talk to me before lockdown”

“Oh that’s nice of-” Tendou slammed the fridge shut holding a little tray and walked out the door, “C’mon L/N, it’s about time we go” her eyes followed him for a second and she looked over at the group of his co-workers with a confused look, Leon and Shirabu looked just as confused as her but Semi was leaning against the fridge with an irritated look on his face. She turned and jogged lightly after him without another word. Y/N could feel the indignation radiating off of him, she wanted to ask him what happened but he just stayed quiet. She began questioning him even more when he turned down a corridor that wasn’t familiar to her, “Dr.Tendou, I thought we had to go back to my room?” She poked at him meekly slowly trying to test the waters with how he was going to react with her talking to him.

“Satori, and nope. I got something else planned so just wait”, They ended up in a small rectangular room with an elevator and as they went up, she couldn’t help but stare at him in anticipation. Tendou didn’t say anything the whole time but he was smirking because he could feel her gaze on him the entire way up, when the elevator doors opened Y/N realized they were at the top of the building and there was a couch at the edge. She followed him and sat down slowly when he patted the empty spot next to him, “alright, what’s the issue? Cause you’ve been staring at me the whole time but you haven’t been saying anything” she puffed her cheeks out when Tendou placed a wrapped up bento box in her lap.

“Well..... you seemed fine when you came and got me but when we went to go see your friends... co-workers?....... friends? Okay anyways, when you and that silver haired guy were talking you got all mad afterwards so I didn’t know what to do so I was just gonna wait until you talked to me first which worked because you did and now we’re up on the roof of the building, so what are we doing here and are you okay?” Tendou stared at her all perplexed as a smile slowly creeped up on his face, and then he threw his head back laughing. “What’re you talking about you weirdo? I’m fine, I was never maaaad you just thought I was!” He booped her nose which made her swat his hand away, “and we’re here to talk, that’s all. So you eat and I’ll do a story time. Then when I’m done with my story, you can tell me anything you feel comfortable with telling me. How’s that?”

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Kate's BnHA shitlist

In case there's an important name missing here, it's most likely that they already got what was coming (like, Muscular? what’s up with that weirdo? idk him.) or repented. Otherwise, I just forgot, because honestly? Why think about things I dislike when there's so much else to like instead...

AfO. He knows what he did and is doing and is also enjoying every minute of it. If I wasn't convinced that Tenko, Eri or Inko Midoriya will tear him a new one by the time the story is wrapped up, I'd punch him into the cosmos myself.

The Doctor. Honestly... do I even need to elaborate?! Ujiko is a sick fuck who modded his grandson into a noumu, would have had his way with Shiggy in a heartbeat, and tl;dr he better keep his grimy hands off my half dead gremlin children, and especially Dabi or else (you SEEN how wet this old creep gets over the mere thought of the chimera kid being in lab range??? It sets off like a million red flags, Jesus Christ) (seriously, I wouldn't poke the dude with a 10 yard barbed pole seeped in neurotoxins... thank god there were medics in the mla, I don't want this dude getting near them idiots while incapacitated) He seems to be more of a plot device guy tho, I hope we won't have to look at his mug for too long.

Overhaul. Another bona fide psychopath who also knows what he did in the name of the future of the yakuza. (Did his own adoptive father in and experimented on his granddaughter is what he did, among other things.) Eri better get a chance to disown him face-to-face. Also would love to rearrange that ikemen face myself. One point earned for sick quirk that would be amazing to have in a hospital.

Endeavor. Also knows what he did and has never been nearly as concerned or as mature about it as he should be, so yeah. Opinion is p much the panel of Shouto's visceral disgust when he tries to praise the boyo. He is (and Kotaro to a lesser extent, too) the same breed as my father so he never stood a chance of escaping my ire lmao. Could definitely crawl up and share the No. 3 position of this list with Overhoe, or even dethrone him depending on what Touya has to show us.

Hey, Hawks' manager??? Hope you're stepping on legos first thing in the morning. Detto for the rest of the Commission tbh, this Hawks issue must be the tip of the iceberg.

Then there's whatshisface... Sceptic. Creepy fucker uses psychological warfare. We don't like your kind around here. Fucked up an already unfine lad even more. Fuck you.

Geten is already up here, too. Has yet to do more than talk bullshit and cause collateral damage for the time being, after all. I'm watching you biatch.

ReDestro, your heel turn is funny, but I will still ask: what the fuck.

Kotaro. Cool motive, still abuse. Didn't seem to mean to hit his son with the clipper... definitely should have apologized instead of just screaming stop right after. He's already dead, so whatever.

Himiko's parents are definitely not the best, either... I worry for her siblings, they could be the new targets of their frustration.

Mineta. Just... for being That Trope, personified, with 0 redeeming qualities. (Being friends with someone is not a personality trait, so yeah.) Maybe people are right. Maybe he is the traitor. Would give him more of a personality past whiny perv at least.

Further suspects:

Midoriya Hizashi... the hell you at, bro, and how come you don't keep any contact with your son?! betcha Inko is just covering it up with the ~working abroad~ shit bc the fucker left them...

Mitsuki could be considered as a trash parent for sure, slapping people as a default is... well, that. We have many and much bigger fish to fry, though.

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clairen45 · 5 years

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About that Dark Visions comic...

I think it’s fair to say that when Marvel’s Dark Visions miniseries about Vader as seen from a different perspective was announced, everybody was excited. We have been hammered on the head since ROTS that “there are heroes on both sides” , and with the expectations concerning the end of the saga as a massive redemption and hope plot, you were bound to be curious about what they would come up with. TBH, I was not expecting to see a softer side to Vader. It would be wrong to expect anything like that, and it would somehow diminish from what happens to him in the OT. He is supposed to be more machine than man. So, no, I definitely did not expect him, or wished him to be the kind of guy operating as the Death Star Secret Santa, knitting socks for the poor and needy, or rescuing people’s pets. It was not my understanding that he was much loved by his Imperial “colleagues” either. When we first see him in ANH; he is derided and dismissed both by a colleague (sorry, forgot the name but you all know whose faithless person I am thinking of) and Leia. Respected for sure, because of the fear he instills in people. So if awe is obviously the right word to use, in the most etymological sense of the term, that is to say “ a feeling of reverential respect mixed with fear or wonder”, how many people found Vader awesome? Besides the audience. There had to be. And as a concept, it was pretty cool.

That being said, if you think of the title for the series, there were already many ways of interpreting it. Dark Visions... Visions of the power of the Dark Side? The way some people saw Vader? The way Vader thought people saw him? Did the stories happen for real or are they just what the title imply they are: visions. Images. Fantasies. Daydreams or nightmares? Possibly just the imagination of some deranged mind. There is something there that implies that we are not dealing with something too objective. But rather something unhinged and disturbing.

Now, I intend to keep this in mind about the issue that has been raising so much concern: “Tall, Dark, and Handsome”. I think malaise is really the word we should settle for. This issue is problematic in many ways.

For those who haven’t read it or just heard about it through social media and people complaining about it (possibly people on the other side of the spectrum fanning about it), this is how you can sum it up: this is the first person narrative of an unnamed nurse, working on the Death Star for Vader’s personal doctor. The nurse has developed an obsessive infatuation for Vader that has her snoop around him and collect bits and pieces about him (mostly gorish remains of his time at the medical bay) that she hides in her room. She keeps on daydreaming about him and the connection she thinks they have, until one day she musters up her courage and goes to talk to him in his private quarters in order to let him know of her love for him. He cuts her off in all the meanings of the word, both interrupting her speech of eternal devotion and undying love, and piercing her through with his saber. Last moment we see her is lying dead on the floor while he moves away and asking for the sanitation to rid him of the “garbage”.

Ok, that’s a tall order. Here are points that I find entirely problematic.

1.The Question of Agency:

The authors decided to give a voice, a narrative agency to a character that is presented as inconsequential to the story. She is an anonymous nurse, a dot, in the bigger picture of the Empire. Much, let’s say, like our current ST heroes: Rey, Finn, and Rose, who started as “nobody”, even more so in the case of Finn and Rey who have literally been deprived of their identities. You could think it’s cool to thus give a voice to this nurse. Even more so when you consider that throughout the comic, she is presented as downtrodden, poor, pushed over, abused physically and verbally, dismissed, and despised. Her employer disrespects her constantly, calling her “fool”, “idiot”, or “stupid”. He shoves her around, and also diminishes her job, calling it “not a real job” or insinuating that she does not do her job correctly. Cases in point:

And what do we get in this story? A female nobody who starts asserting herself. Wow.

She tells her own story. First person narrative. She becomes an agent.

Look at the evolution of her daydream fantasies. She starts from damsel in distress who needs a man to protect her from her daily abuser

From nurse whose job means something, to a solid professional, and equal partner to her fantasy Lord:

And finally a powerful woman in her own rights, even overshadowing her partner, and who is able to defend herself.

Which then matures into her mustering up the courage to speak for herself, and tell her feelings to the (unwilling) object of her affection.

Except that.... well...she is just presented as a massive psycho. And, ok, it’s fair, we all know that there are female stalkers, and that her obsession for Vader is totally crazy because she doesn’t know anything about him, and she actually fell for someone who was treating her as poorly as the others. But there is the malaise there... The mix of female empowerment and batshit craziness. That’s what put a lot of people ill-at-ease. I wouldn’t even call that subversion, because, dudes, what are we subverting there exactly. It’s not like women are not daily abused and treated poorly at work and in their relationships on a daily basis... And are we supposed to take that as a cautionary tale about fangirl craziness? Because, there again, why did they need to have that girl get such a shitty treatment all through the comic. It is like the comic says that she deserved it. In the end it’s not just Vader calling her trash. It’s also the doctor calling her trash for most of the comic, and even have her literally waddle in a trash compactor. Cause this was supposed to be subtle?

Like, fine, if it were only Vader calling her garbage because the man is just dead inside, which, fairly, is represented in the comic. But it’s just not Vader, it is the way the character is presented through the eyes of the doctor AND even through the eyes of a cartoonist who keeps on representing her with the stupidest darned faces.

And there is no other viewpoint. Family, friends, other nurses or colleagues who could give us another idea about her. Or explain why she is like that. Nope. Basically, this woman is given a voice just so she can be cut off mid-sentence and made... fun of... I guess? Was that the author’s goal? Is it what we are supposed to feel? About this pathetic character and her pathetic life, dreams, goals, feelings, and eventual demise?

The “Subversion” of Female Romantic Tropes

Like ... LOL... How is that “subverted” anyways? But, ok, let’s go through them. It has all the classic elements of female literature.

The Cinderella story: nobody falls for high lord and expects to be swooped off her feet. Complete with ball scene, because, yes, why not? I give them a point, though, for the cool reflection on the ground which has her in her regular scrubs... BTW, Beauty and the Beast in the mix as well.

the nurse complex! Otherwise known as the Florence Nightingale effect. You know, woman is going to take care of the guy... They even made her a real nurse! Again, so subtle. Couldn’t make her any other profession and still be victim of this complex.

the reference to so-called “trashy” female lit, think bodice ripping, Harlequin, and their infamous covers. Even the title of the comic: “Tall, Dark, and Handsome”

The effing Phantom of the Opera!

and of course all the female discourse about love, because, yep, trashy: “kindred spirits” etc...

And again, how are we supposed to interpret it? Well, hang on, this woman, remember, is a bat-shit crazy deluded psycho, who has delusions about life and love. Oh, and the doctor says she is trash. And he throws all her stupid gory, disgusting trickets in the trash. Oh and also Vader says she is garbage. Well. Ok. So, I guess all of that which mattered to her, all her ideas, all that she loved, was just that. Trash. Garbage. Well, take that, you female reader!

But wait, it gets even better...

Star Wars is just trash!

Yep, because on closer look, most of the fantasies this woman has are very Star-Warsy. I am floored that they are actually trashing these:

Anakin and Padmé’s Naboo scenery, green, lush, terrace, nightgowns...

The scene when Anakin learns about Padmé’s death:

and of course, the one that you were not expecting... Reylo... “You are not alone”

Again, why is this problematic? In itself, it is fine and fair to be making fun of trashy female literature and campy romance novels, it is also fine to make fun of crazy stalkers, and it is also fine to be making fun of Star Wars. So why does it feel so icky in this comic somehow?

You can’t help but feel disgusted when you consider how poorly this woman is represented. There is not one aspect of her life that is not ridiculed. And again, this is about a woman who has NOTHING. They could have the girl fall in love with Vader and being killed by him because he is a cold-hearted machine. He killed his wife, the love of his life, so yea, of course he will feel not a pang of remorse or hesitation at killing this nobody who thinks she is in love with him. But they did not need to make fun of the very little she had in her life: her dreams. Her effing dreams. Plus the crazy stalker psycho. And the crazy face. And the fact that again we are talking about a woman, who had NOTHING. No family, no connection, no friends, no respect at work, not many possessions except her sad little Vader treasure chest.

And again, context. Here we are, reading a Star Wars comic where a lot of fanboys have been using the EXACT same terms to ridicule women in the fandom. Especially in the Reylo context. Trash. Garbage. Crazy bitches. Ridiculing theories about ... well, well, ain’t it a sweet surprise... Phantom of the Opera, or Beauty and the Beast parallels with Reylo. I’ll be damned. It feels crazy awkward, if you ask me. I mean, again, it’s all fair, but you don’t do that when you are in the midst of a toxic fandom war.

So why do I give zero F... about it in the end?

If some antis in the fandom saw that as validation, well, let them have their moment of happiness. It won’t last. We can give them that.

One, I don’t think for one second that it means anything about what will happen in the ST as far as Reylo is concerned. Again, they are even making fun of Anidala in the comic, and dude, that thing happened. As my good friends from @lordsofthesithpodcast would tell you after their glorious SWCC panel : Romance, these ships belong in Star Wars.

Two, as I highlighted in the introduction, this belongs in the Dark Visions series. It is meant, in my own opinion, to be disturbing and unhinged. Not sugar coated. So maybe the whole point was shock value. Mission accomplished. It was poor taste again given the context and the awful treatment THEY (and not just Vader) give their female character, but yea, dark visions. Not Star Wars Adventures. You have to look at the target audience and everything.

Three, if it were not for the in-your-face references to female tropes, I actually took most of it as a critique of fandom in general. The problem is not that she is a fangirl. There are some crazy obsessive fangirls, mind you. The problem is that they are making fun of all things female on top of that. But, remove the romantic aspects. Couldn’t that apply to fanboys as well? I could totally picture a cadet, or some other young imperial, developing the same crazed obsession over Vader. And it was just as toxic. And, tbh, it could very well be. Collecting trinkets is not just a girl thing, and after seeing with my own eyes the tons of merch purchased by fanboys at the recent SWCC convention, or the obsessive way some guy could talk to you about Vader and the minute trivial details in his life, or that they are the only ones understanding the guy, well yea... it works...

I’ll even go a step further. I wondered for a sec if the whole thing was not even a critical meta about the franchise as a whole. Let me explain. Some fanboys have complained about the femininization of the franchise, that is “polluting” the shades of Pemberley, I mean Star Wars. Claiming that what is happening right now is utter garbage. Also also, I have another possible reading which has the nurse representing the current state of the fandom and how crazy obsessed they can be over a franchise that some currently view as tired and dead inside (especially since it has fallen into the fold of Disney). Representing the unhealthy relationship between the two. And guess what, it doesn’t end well for the fandom. Who will never get what they want.

I will finally quote this from Chuck Wendig who was fired from the project and came up with that particular comment on Twitter, and which actually seems to go with how I tried to read it myself:

Apropos of absolutely nothing, my issue three of SHADOW OF VADER was about a toxic fanboy (a morgue attendant on the Death Star) who became obsessed with Vader. (And it didn’t end well for him. Er, obviously.) I thought it was good and I’m sorry you won’t see it! Onward we go.

I think they kept some of the original idea from Wendig, but it took a turn for the worse. It would be great if the authors cared to explain about their intent for this piece if any. I am not saying they should. I actually totally respect and support full freedom of speech and authorial choices. It is our choice, then, as a reader to read or not the material we don’t care about. I am just curious to know their opinion I guess, and I was not able to find any comment online. If anyone has a reference, I am interested...

In any event, I think everyone should read the comic for themselves if they are curious about it. Better to make your own opinion about it.

#reylo fandom #star wars comics #dark visions #darth vader dark visions #tall dark and handsome

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daryls-dixon-antoni · 4 years

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Chapter 11.) Slabtown

I wake up in a plain white room; so much like a hospital, the sound of ticking echoing in my head.

I blink a couple of times, looking around in confusion. My wrist is bandaged up, as though by a doctor and I have an IV drip in my other arm.

I stand up and limp around, when I look down I see that my ankle has been wrapped more professionally as well. I'm definitely in a hospital room, there's a part of me that wonders if everythings just been a dream; like one of those fever dreams.

If I open the door; I'll be back in a world that still makes sense. My husband, sons and daughter will all still be alive. Hell; I bet their on the other side!

I rush over to the door, and try to pull it open to find it ... locked.

It was all real, then.

I start pounding as hard as I can against the door, trying to break it open. That's when I hear what sounds like a police scanner; so I immediately look around my room for any weapons. None. Okay, breathe, uh.... IV! I pull out the IV from my arm, and brace myself for a fight.

When the door clicks unlocked and a woman in a police uniform walks in, her light brown hair tied back into a tight ponytale and a strict 'no nonsense' look on her face, and a balding man with glasses and a beard following right behind her dressed in a doctor's uniform complete with a stethoscope.

I have my hands and feet in the proper boxing positions, but I wait to make my move, watching them closely.

The man has his hands up and addresses me as though I were a wounded animal, "Everything's okay. Okay?"

My eyes move to the Police Lady, instinctively knowing she's the bigger threat. She seems to know she is, and orders, "Put it down," she's gesturing to my IV Needle I still have clasped in one hand. "Drop it right now." I shrug, dropping the needle, but not my fighting stance.

"I'm Dr. Steven Edwards," the doctor dude puts his hands into his pockets as the lady puts her thumbs in her belt. They're trying to get me calm. I relax my stance, letting my hands fall to my sides, but keep my muscles ready for a fight.

"This is Officer Dawn Lerner. How are you feeling?"

"Where am I?" I snap.

"Grady Memorial Hospital in Atlanta," Dr. Edwards reponds.

"Atlanta? No. No! How the hell'd I get to Atlanta?"

"My officers found you on the side of the road surrounded by rotters."

"Run! Get out!" I blink back the vision of Daryl fighting off all those corpses. I'll never know if he made it. Just like I'll never know if Mason did.

"Your wrist and ankle were both fractured and you sustained a superficial head wound," Dr. Edwards says. "Can you remember your name?"

"My name?"

"Yes, do you know it?" Dawn asks, coldly.

"It's Antionette. Can I go?"

"If we hadn't saved you, you'd be one of them right now. So you owe us."

Dr. Edwards and I walk into a room with beeping monitors and a respirator hooked up to an unconscious man.

"Couple of them out there were on a run about a week ago. They found two boxes of Bisquick and a Merle Haggard tape at a truck stop, and then this gentleman under a bridge. Cardiac arrest and extreme dehydration.

"And I tried to do what I could," he steps forward and after pushing a few buttons, all the machines turn off.

We stab the guy in the head and move the body to a metal gourney.

"Somebody ran out of dolls to dress up."

I close my eyes deeply and then we wheel the dead guy out of the room. Dawn is talking to another police guy with short black hair.

"Hold up," the Dr. says, and he starts speaking with Dawn. I don't pay much attention, just trying to keep my head down so I can get out; find my son, find Daryl, find Sev.

Breaking out seems like one of my best bets, I recognize the type of people these guys are. They keep you in debted to them so you can never leave.

When we start moving again, I ask the Dr. "How many people do you people have?"

"Just enough to keep us going," is his answer. When he realizes I won't be responding he continues, "Some of us started here, some came as patients. Everyone has a job." Some came as patients... meaning they never left.

We toss the man down an elevator shoot.

When I'm retreiving food for the Doctor, a police guy with salt and pepper hair and eyes that bother me for some strange reason says, "You're looking better and better," I stare him down. "We had a lead on some guns, so me and my partner were pretty far out. That's when we saw you, wriggling in the road." I blink, but don't turn away. "You don't remember me, huh?" Silence. "Yeah, one of them rotters was eyeing your thighs when we showed up. But I got there first. Jacked that rotter up. I'm Gorman." I continue to stare. "When someone does you a favor, it's a courtesy to show some appreciation. Unless you want me to write down everything you're taking. Everything costs something, right?" I ignore him and take the tray, and walk away.

As I'm walking down the hall towards the Doctor's room, I hear Dawn barking orders. "We'll find Joan. Until then, you've got laundry duty and I want my uniform."

A boys voice joins in as they both say, "washed separately and pressed." Dawn stops talking, but the boys' voice says, "I know."

"Smart-ass," is Dawn's response.

I walk into the Doctor's room to the sound of real music, and he's sitting with his feet on a desk, flipping throuth a book, he sighs, "I used to feel like I was drowning in research. Now the oceans are dry," he slams the book closed, "and I'm suffocating in boredom. He throws the book across the room.

I stare at him and he points at a painting displayed next to his desk, "That's Junior Kimbrough. Do you like it?"

I glance at it, the imagry is nice. "I guess," I say, shrugging.

I then place his tray on his desk, and he looks at me, "Where's your food?"

"I am not eating anything from here. I can't owe you people anymore than I already do. I need to leave as soon as I can."

"Have you ever tried guinea pig?"

"No, I haven't." I respond.

"I didn't think so." He smiles, and gestures to the place in front of him, "Sit down." I hesitate, looking at him closely. "Dawn doesn't have to know. Come on." He reasures me, so I take a seat and he clears some of his books off his cluttered desk before cutting a peice of the guinea pig and offering me to take a bit off the fork. I grab the fork and try it. It's not half bad.

"Well?"

I shrug, not wanting to speak too much to anyone here. He laughs, "It's good enough for Peru."

He also takes a bite, and I look around his very cluttered room. Honestly, the place is a mess, but it's somehow also homey. The doctor gestures back to the painting, "It's a Caravaggio. I found it on the street outside the High. Like trash." He stands up, "It doesn't have a place anymore. Art isn't about survival. It's about transcendence. Being more than animals. Rising above." I listen to him talk about his art a while longer.

"We got a new one," A new police woman says.

They are pushing in a gourney with a man on top of it. A new male police officer adds, "Found his wallet. His name is Gavin Trevitt."

The woman continues, "Fell from a first floor apartment trying to get away from some."

The man walks past me to whisper in Dawn's ear as Dr. Edwards starts checking the man out, "He's lost a lot of blood and his vitals are dropping. I don't think he's gonna make it."

The male officer addresses Dawn out loud, "We've already given him gas-"

Dawn cuts him off, "I got this. You said you wanted to save people, so save him."

"I don't even know the extent of his injuries," Dr. edwards states, "Look, this one's a loser. You said you didn't want me wasting resources."

"Well, today I want you to try."

Dr. Edwards considers this for a moment before turning to me, "Okay, plug the EKG and the ultrasound into that battery pack, go."

I move and do as he says, and he says, "Good. Good, good, good. Now attach it to the patient."

I do so, and the moniter begins beeping, and as Dr. Edwards starts doing an Ultrasound on the guys chest, the beeping becomes loud and rapid.

"Tension pneumothorax. Punctured lung. Antionette, I need a large hollow needle in that cabinet." He goes to give me a set of keys, but Dawn intercepts them and opens the cabinet, grabbing the hollow needle and handing it to Dr. Edwards who stabs it into the mans chest, clearing his airway, I think? Whatever he's doing, it causes blood to squirt out throuth the needle.

The beeping on the machine slows and Dawn asks, "Is he gonna make it?"

"He fell from a building, Dawn."

"Is he going to make it?"

Dr. Edwards pulls open the mans lower shirt, "You see these bruises? He has internal bleeding, but I need a CAT scan to know how bad. And even if I could determine that, I don't have the tools to save him. I told you, this was a waste of resources."

Dawn turns around and slaps me, breaking open my stitches, and it takes every single ounce of self control not to punch her right back.

I tightly clench my jaw as Dawn says, "Steve, try to grasp the stakes here," she then walks out, slamming the door behind her.

We go to 'my room' to stitch my cheek back up despite my arguments to leave me alone.

When he finishes he says, "Noah left you a new shirt."

"I don't want a new shirt," I mumble, looking at the clean scrub top that matches the one I already have on.

"She likes things neat," Dr. Edwards states, pointing to the blood stain on my shirt.

"Shouldn't have slapped me. There wouldn't be any blood on my shirt if she hadn't."

He sighs, "I'll wait for you outside."

I change shirts, finding a lollipop inside of my new one. I stash it under my pillow before leaving the room to see two police people struggling with a woman who most definitely does not want to be here. She's wearing the same blue scrubs I'm in.

"Dawn needs you, now," the male officer states, so we rush in after them all.

"She's lucky we found her. Whatever you were thinking, it wasn't worth it. Okay, you have two choices. Either we cut off your arm or you do."

"Screw you and your little bitch!-"

"Smart-ass whore," Gorman states, moving towards the woman, but Dawn pushes him back, "Gorman, get out of here!"

Dr. Edwards approaches the woman, only to get kicked by her, Dawn holds her down as Dr. Edwards says, "It's anesthetic. You need it."

"Go to hell," is the woman's response.

"She made her choice," Dawn states. "Do it. Do it."

Dr. Edwards takes something out of his pocket, obviously he is going to use it as a tourniquet.

"No, no, no! I said leave me alone!"

"We're not going to let you die! We are not going to let you turn!"

I start to walk out the door.

"Where do you think you're going?" Dawn seethes.

"I don't want any part of this."

"Do you want her to die?"

"She wants to die, that's obvious."

"Help us save her."

"Antionette," Dr. Edwards states, "I need you to hold her down. Do it now," He sounds much calmer and kinder.

"Now."

I move forward and help hold down the poor sobbing woman.

"Keep your hands off me! I'm not going back to him!"

"You don't have to," Dawn reassures her.

"You can't control them!"

"I will."

"Antionette, you ready?" The doctor asks me, and I nod, helping hold down the woman who begins to struggle even harder, trying to thrash as she screams. Dr. Edwards saws off her entire lower arm. No remorse, I guess.

I go into the laundry room to get rid of my new set of bloodied uniform per Dawn's request.

"You okay?" A darker skinned boy asks, his hair is cut short and a kind smile is on his face, "I'm Noah. Of the Lollipop Guild."

"Antionette," I greet, shaking his hand. "Thanks for the sucker."

"Figured you could use a pick-me-up after this morning." I hand him my dirty uniform, and he says, "Guess I should have brought the whole jar." He hands me a new uniform saying, "Here, this should fit."

"Do you know why that curly haired woman left?" I ask. "I mean, how long did she really have left before she payed what was due here and got to leave without them dragging her back?"

Noah shakes his head, "I haven't seen it work like that yet."

"What do you mean, how long you been here?"

"I guess about a year. Dad and I were both pretty messed up when they found us. They said that they could only save one. For the longest time, I actually believed them. Now I get it. Dad was bigger, stronger. Would have fought back. Would have been a threat."

I frown, "They let your dad die?"

"And Dawn just looked the other way. See, she's in charge, but just barely. And it's getting worse. It's why I'm out of here when the time is right. I came looking for my uncle. Gotta get back to my mom."

"Where is she at?" I ask, kindly.

"Richmond. Virginia. We had walls. See, they think I'm scrawny. They think I'm weak. But they don't know shit about me. About what I am. About what you are."

"You don't know me. But I need to go find my son, so I understand what you mean."

"You have a son?" I nod. "How old?"

"Just over ten now."

I'm doing some work for Dr. Edwards, currently pouring bleach into a tin bucket, when Dawn walks in behind me.

"Shepherd, you've already pulled a double. I got it from here."

I tense my muscles as she orders away her officer, leaving us alone and without witnesses.

"Yes, ma'am. Thanks."

I hear Dawn approach me and turn to see her holding a tray of food as she says, "I know you didn't have breakfast. Peace treaty?"

"I'll eat when I get out."

Dawn sits on a red container and pats the one next to her. I stay standing and just look at her, "You know, you shouldn't see this as a sentence. I'm giving you food, clothes, protection. When have those things ever been free?"

I look at her, "I know how to hunt for food, I have no problem with messy clothes, and hand me my pocket knife back, and I wouldn't need your protection, either."

"But you did need it." I glare at her, unamused. "Try to look at the good we're doing. Hard as it was, we saved Joan's life. Trevitt's life. We saved your life. I'm keeping all of us going here. That is not a small thing. It's taken a lot to get us here, Antionette. And I believe that what we had before all of this isn't over. And when we're finally rescued, when this nightmare ends, we're gonna need to rebuild."

"You seriously think someone's coming? After all this time, seriously?"

"There's still people like us, Antionette." She snaps, "People trying to keep the world alive, to fix it. Until then, we all have to contribute. To compromise. If we take, we give back. It's only fair. So keep working off what you owe and you'll be out of here in no time. If that's what you want."

"I think I made it clear that's what I'll be doing."

"Well, then you have to eat. Otherwise, you'll get weak. You won't heal, you'll require more treatment, and you won't be able to do your job."

"You could let me go out and hunt. I'll catch and eat my own food."

"We don't leave if it's not a necessity. I know you didn't ask for this. I didn't either." I stare her down, and she gives a hefty sigh, before getting up and walking out.

I was asked to clean the blood from the floor of the now one handed woman's room, I mop the floors whilst quietly singing,

"I'm only human and I bleed when I fall down, I'm only human and I crash and I break down. You're words in my head, knifes in my heart, you build me up then I fall apart, I'm only human..."

"Hmm. That's really nice"

I look at Joann, who is now awake and looking at me, "Do you want me to go get Dr. Edwards?"

"No, please. Not yet."

"I'm sorry I helped them..." I tell her.

"She can control them. But she doesn't because it's easier. Because she's a coward."

"How bad did Gorman hurt you?" I ask, softly.

She shakes her head, "It doesn't matter. I guess it's easy to make a deal with the devil when you're not the one paying the price."

Back in my room I look underneath my pillow to try to find that lollipop Noah had given me.

"Lose something?" Gorman's voice asks from my doorway. He pulls the sucker from his pocket and unwraps it, "This is yours, ain't it?" He puts it in his mouth. "Mmm." He pops it back out of his mouth, "Sour apple. Like the kind Dawn acquired from pediatrics." He steps closer to me, but I hold my ground. "Suppose you could have a taste. See if it rings any bells."

"I don't want it," I say, as calmly as I can.

"Oh, come on, now." He puts the sucker on my lips, "I just want to be sure I'm returning this to its rightful owner." He tries forcing it into my mouth, so I slap him, hard across the face with my casted arm.

He steps back a hand holding his cheek as he looks at me with blood boiling anger behind his devilish eyes.

He takes a threatening step towards me when we both hear Dr. Edwards voice from the door, "Leave her alone."

"The girl should have been mine."

"Nobody's yours, Gorman. Nobody. And if you think you're getting Joan back-"

"Oh, I'm gonna get her back." He turns to face Dr. Edward, and asks, "You think Dawn's gonna stop me?"

"I will."

"You stepping up, Doc?" Gorman takes a step towards Dr. Edwards.

"What happens when you get sick, Gorman? When you get an infection? When you get bit?"

"Hmm. I think there's gonna be somebody. Somebody who ain't you."

Dawn approaches the scene with another police dude, Dawn says, "Gorman." With a warning tone to her voice.

"And maybe somebody in charge who ain't her." He says, putting the sucker back in his mouth as he backs back out of the room, Dawn leaving with him.

I look at Dr. Edwards, "What the hell is his problem?"

"Come on, let me tell you a story."

We go onto the roof, looking out into a broken down Atlanta.

"When everything started, Dawn reported to a guy named Hanson. They had orders to clear the hospital and move everyone to Butler Park. It was close to midnight when we heard the jets, the bombs. The screams. I was on the third floor. Dawn and Hanson's teams were doing a final sweep. And we knew it was bad. Just didn't know how bad till we came up here. The city had fallen. And everyone we evacuated they were just gone. We kept mostly to ourselves at first. Till the food ran out. We started going out on runs, a few of us at a time. We'd see people who needed help. Barely holding on. But we were barely holding on ourselves. Came a time I couldn't look away anymore. I found this kid. Napalm burns on his clothes, his skin. Dawn said we couldn't spare the resources. So we struck a deal. I'd use what I could to heal him and he'd compensate us for those resources through service. Now-"

"You're not at fault for what she's turned this into."

"We lost some people, that's what's at fault. Hanson cracked. He made some calls that got people killed. Dawn took care of things. She took care of him. She saw us past it. Kept us together. Kept us alive."

"How is this living?" I ask, watching him pace.

He chuckles darkly, "We're still breathing. Patients we brought here, they're still breathing. Outside these walls, alone, unprotected, they'd be dead. We'd be dead. We're not the ones who make it. As bad as it gets, it's still better than down there."

"You're wrong. I am one of the one's who will make it. I need to get back to work."

"How about you look in on Mr. Trevitt and call it a day?"

"Alright, I guess."

"He's stable, due for another 75mg of Clozapine. And tomorrow we'll start fresh."

I walk away, and go prepare the Clozapine, crush it to dust, liquify it and then insert it into the man's arm.

"Still at it, huh?" Noah asks, startling me.

"Yeah," I agree, giving a heavy sigh before all the machines start beeping rapidly, and Mr. Trevitt starts seizing, my heart stops, "Fuck!"

Dawn stabs the now dead Mr. Trevitt in the head then rounds on me, "What did you do to him?"

"I didn't do anything," I reply, coldly.

"He was fine until the two of you were alone with him. Something happened. I want you to tell me."

"It was an accident," Noah starts and I look at him, "Antionette left to get some gauze. I was mopping. I must have unplugged the ventilator somehow. It only stopped for a minute."

"That isn-"

Noah cuts me off, "I got it working again."

"Take him to my office," Dawn orders.

Gorman pulls Noah's arm and drags him out of the room.

Dr. Edwards steps forward, "Dawn, it was an accident." Dawn storms out of the room. "It was an accident," Dr. Edwards repeats.

"Noah lied, Mr. Trivett started seizing. It killed him."

"Seizing? Well, you gave him Clonazepam, right?"

"Clonazepam? You didn't say Conazepam. You'd said Clozapine."

"No, I didn't."

"Yes, you did."

I hear Noah yell, "Please!" from down the hall and go to rush to his side, to tell Dawn the truth; but Dr. Edwards stops me, "Antionette, we need to deal with Mr. Trevitt while he's still warm."

"You deal with Mr. Trevitt, but I have to stop her!" I snap, as I hear Noah continuing to plead, "Please, stop Please!"

"We can't- you can't stop it."

I pull my bedding up on my bed, wondering how in the hell I ended up here? I'd give almost anything to be back out in the world of the dead then to have to deal with this places weird ass politics. This places crooked people.

Dawn comes in, closing my door behind her. "You really think I didn't know?" I stare at her. "Noah's smart. Probably my best worker. But that story he told about the ventilator? Boy's not much of a liar."

"So you, what? Beat him for the hell of it?"

"I didn't want to. I had to. A good man's mistakes almost ended everything for us, and I'll be damned if I'm gonna let that happen again. Every sacrifice we make needs to be for the greater good. The second it isn't, the second we lose sight of that, it's all over. The thing is, you're not the greater good. You're not strong enough."

"I'm plenty strong."

"How many people had to risk their lives to save you? In here, you are part of a system. The wards keep my officers happy. The happier my officers are, the harder they work to keep us going. And this hasn't been easy. There have been compromises, but it's working. And after they rescue us, we're gonna help put the world back together. Because we're the ones holding on. That's the good we're doing here. That's the good you're doing here. That's what makes you worth something. But out there you are nothing. Except dead or somebody's burden."

"You're wrong." I say, glaring at her.

"Oh, yeah? Some people just aren't meant for this life, and that's okay."

"I was literally raised for this life. My siblings and I called our childhood home the Zombie Bootcamp. When the world fell to shit, I single handedly kept not only myself alive, but my husband and two boys as well."

"And where are they now?"

I take a step back.

"Like I said, some people aren't meant for this, and as long as they don't take advantage of the ones who are, it's okay." She leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

I find Noah and see his eye already blackened and swollen.

"Oh my god," I whisper.

"It's not as bad as it looks. I'm okay. Watch," he flicks his bruise, "Painkillers. It barely even hurts. Dawn needed Trevitt for something. I know that's what that was about. Screwed-up thing is, she's trapped, too."

"We aren't trapped. I'm getting us out of here."

"Basement's the fastest way out. Any noise and we got rotters."

"Easy fix, we stay quiet."

"I can keep an eye on Dawn. She keeps a spare key to the elevator banks somewhere in her office. Think you can find it?"

"Hell yeah, I can."

I wait and watch for Noah's signal, and as soon as I get it I quickly and quietly make my way to Dawn's office.

I first search her filing cabinet; but only find the wallet to Mr. Trivett, my curiousity get's the best of me, and when I look inside, I see that he was a doctor. Things start falling into place in my head.

I move to the desk to see Joann, dead on the floor. Suicide.

I start rummaging through the desk, break open her bottom drawer and take the key right as Gorman opens the door, "Hey there. I hope I'm not interrupting," he closes the office door behind him.

"Dawn asked me to fetch her key for her," I say, holding it up for him to see.

"Did she, now? See, I was just with Dawn and I don't seem to remember that." He steps in front of me, enclosing me between him and the desk, "It's okay. Maybe she doesn't have to know. Maybe there's another solution. You know? A little win-win for both of us." He sniffs my hair and I try to pull away from him, noticing Joann's hand move. She's becoming reanimated. "So how about it, Annie? We gonna work something out here?" I close my eyes and nod; ready for Joann to get up and eat this son of a bitch. "Good girl. Now, Joan, she's not such a team player. Lucky for me you're not being a fighter." His hand goes up my shirt and I immediately bash his head with the jar of suckers, he falls right onto Joann, who in turn immediately attacks Gorman. Good, one less douchebag to deal with. I grab his gun off him and stuff it into my pants before walking towards Noah.

Dawn stops me by saying my name, "Everything okay?"

I nod then say, "Hey, I think Gorman was trying to speak to you, said he'd be in your office."

"Thank you, Antionette." I nod.

Noah and I start rushing towards the elevators, I tie some bedsheets to the edge and Noah asks, "Ready?"

I nod, beginning to tie him in the sheets. "I'll come down after you, alright?"

"Okay."

I gently lower him down and then toss the rest of the towels and bedsheets over, ready to lover myself down. But one of the dead jump out at me from one of the floors and I fall, my landing cushioned by the stinky unanimated dead people that have been thrown down here.

Noah holds the flashlight and I hold my new gun. When Noah is grabbed by one of the reanimated dead, I start shooting them all, every one of them in the head as I continue to push both Noah and myself towards freedom. Once we're out in the daylight, I take off, the dead blocking off our exit; so I go to the side; a hole on the fence allowing us an escape route. I try to keep my pace slow enough that I can help Noah get out, but that's when I get surrounded by the dead. I keep fighting my way to freedom, when someone jumps on me and pins me to the ground, I struggle until I see that Noah has made it to safety and that its one of the living now currently handcuffing me. I completely relax, letting the man pull me painfully up and then back inside.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"Does it matter?" We are in Dawn's office with the two dead bodies. "Why do you let this shit happen?" I ask, gesturing to the dead bodies. "Why did it take her comitting suicide for her to be free from him? You knew it was happening, and you didn't do jack shit to stop it."

"So that we make it."

"Why? So your imaginary rescue team can save you? No one is coming! There isn't any magical helicopters coming to rebuild the new world. This is it!"

She doesn't answer me, just takes the broken picture frame to hit me over my head.

I sit in a chair in Dr. Edwards room as he checks my healing process to my forehead. "You're healing quickly. Should be ready to jump back into it in a couple more days." He stands up and says, "Well, that should about do it."

"You told me the wrong medicine to give Dr. Trevitt. Was it because he was also a doctor?"

"Trevitt was an oncologist at St. Ignatius. I knew him. They would have kicked me out. Maybe Gorman, maybe he would have killed me. I didn't have a choice." I shake my head, disappointed in the man who could have been good.

Dr. Edwards continues, "When they arrested Christ, Peter denied being one of his disciples. He didn't have a choice. They would have crucified him, too."

Later that same day, the new person they bring in is Carol! Daryl's best friend. She's alive; which means others did survive the Prison.

#daryl dixon #daryl dixon fanfiction #the walking dead #the walking dead fanfiction #season 5 #chapter 11

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Between two Voids ch 19

Pennywise x Beverly

summery: It has been 12 years since Beverly was last in Derry. now 26 years old and returning with her boyfriend she strives for a life of normalcy in the small town. Unaware that a certain stalking creature has awakened much earlier than expected. Looking for a challenge to cure its boredom ,in the now crumbling town, IT aims to uproot her life as much as possible. Yet, is that really such a bad thing given her dark situation hidden from all but the eyes of a world eater?

status: complete

rated: M - fowl language and gore

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~ch:19 Fallout ~

Beverly sat on a rotten crate with the worst stomach ache. Holding onto a large bucket to vomit into. Having been using it for many hours keeping everybody away. Trey sitting on a rotten beaten couch near a can fire. Trey standing not too far out of concern for Beverly's getting worse. Erik working around to pack up as much of his pharmacy as possible.

“Are you okay?” Darius whispered to her. Wanting to avoid Erik wrath on either of them for talking.

“I don't know. This flus been sticking with me for over a month now. It's getting worse to the point i could need a doctor.” Confessing to him through her pain.

“... You were with that guy for how long?” Asking abruptly.

Hesitating on telling him she asked “why?”

“ it's been at least 3 months, right? … Do you feel sicker after certain foods? Any cravings in between feeling sick?”

The word of cravings catching her full attention now. “Why?!” Snapping at him unintentionally.

“... I had a sister who got the same kind of sickness… It wasn't the flu, she was pregnant. You were with that dude for a while and now you’re sick. It's morning sickness, that's when it's the worst feeling, right?” Whispering to her carefully. Checking Erik position from the corner of his eye.

Freaking out in her mind she sat there without a word. “Shit, that's why pen was so freaked out. He must have known. Heh, He was even the one to fix me.” Thinking back to that one night he paid extra attention between her legs. This made her situation much more serious.

“Don't tell Erik” Whispering to Darius

“I won't.” He answered without hesitation. Looking away when Beverly barfed into the trash can.

“You can be fucking quiet while sick!” Erik snapped toward her. “Trey go lock her in a bathroom. I don't want to hear her anymore! She's gonna make us all sick. Lorna do you know where Victoria is?!” Turning his rage onto others.

“I don't know. She wanted to go off alone and asked me to drop her off in town.” Lorna answered abnormally quiet. No longer feeling safe around Erik without Victoria calming him with praises..

“Ugh, fucking women. Too stupid to do anything.” Talking to himself.

“Go out and find her dammit! I need her to help pack shit!” Shouting at Lorna She didn't argue against the chance to bolt from his presence.

Beverly seeing her own chance to escape. Pennywise listened through the pipes. She could call him up through them. Following passively to where trey lead, or actually pointed, for her to go. Bringing her to a depressing dead end of a small half demolish bathroom. Everything clogged with cement, rubble, and dirt mixed litter. No way she could talk through them for him to hear her.

Looking back at the door locking behind her. Leaving her inside the jail cell like room with a cracked mirror nearby. She had to think of another way for him to find her.

“Probably no other working pipes around here. Everything's so rusted or broken. …” Thinking, debating, banking on pen finding her with such little energy to track. “Mark bonds two together. Crossing fates, lining their lives.” Repeating pens words.

“ i have to accept him.” Taking a deep breath. “I love him. He's done so much for me. Saved my life, protected me, healed me that now has me - he's not like how he used to be. He's different, he's different, he's different.” Repeating to herself so that any doubts rising about him in the past would be striked down.

Looking down at a warmness building at her chest. Tears brought to her eyes at seeing the forming bond mark. Not realizing how much she actually wanted it back since last time. “Now to wait” sniffling while wiping tears away with her sleeve.

Far off in the night darkened forest, penny was anxiously scouring every place he could think of. Desperate to the point he may be willing to ask that lazy turtle if he knew anything.

Freezing in his tracks at a warm pull forming in his chest. Angry for a split second that the turtle was spying on him. Dropping that the moment he realized it was the bond. Beverly had accepted him. Handing him a direct line of knowledge to find her.

Sprinting off in her direction turning into full on gliding from tree to tree in his true form.

Snarling at finding one of the rats. The friend of that disgusting girl who tried to bed him that day. Driving off down the road alone. A quick smash of his tail crushed the whole front of the car. Sending Lorna flying through the windshield across the tar road. Coming to a stop in a broken heap, but not dead.

Disgusted at the smell of fear off her when seeing him. Her body paralyzed by the multiple broken bones.

“You were willing to suffocate my darling. Lets see how you handle it.” Massive jaws opening to crush down on her. Shredding holes throughout her chest. Not even a scream was able to break out of her popped lungs. Twisting his body back down the road with the girl slowly suffocating in his jaws.

Erik, Darius, and they were busy packing their supplies when a girl screaming was heard outside.

“What was that?” Questioned trey.

“Sounded like Lorna” Answered Darius

“Her and Victoria are messing around. Or they ran into a junkie i bet. Darius go check on them and tell whatever customer it is to beat it. Pharmacy here is closing down.” Erik huffed, with a shove of drug baggies into a box.

“okay.” Darius nervously nodded. Taking up a flashlight to see outside the decrepit building.

Shuffling carefully in the dark forest on crunching snow. Making the forest all the more quiet. Navigation being a bigger pain as the sticking up roots were hidden. Tripping now and again between calls of either Lorna or Victorias name.

“Victoria?!” Darius shouted into the night. No answer coming raised the hairs on the back of his neck. Something was very wrong. The feeling of being watched convincing him to finally pull out his small Swiss army knife.

Stopping in his tracks at the sound of multiple whispering voices. Growing into a chorus of children's voices whispering out a children's song.

“If you go down into the woods today.” They sang along in chorus. Darius panicking with his flash light shining across everything to find any hidden child with no luck. The singing approaching closer the louder it got.

“You’re sure of a big surprise.” The sing along continued.

“Knock it off!” Darius shouted fearfully. Despite his pleas it continued on in taunting him.

“If you go down in the woods today. You'd better go in disguise.” The children's voices that started singing happily turned more ominous. Voices twisting into hissing growls. “For the teddy bears are having their-” Darius turned to face a large figure.

“Picnic!” The mass roared down at him.

Shining his flashlight upwards into the face of a massive, ragged, fur less purple teddy bear. Jaws open wide filled with crooked sharp knitting needles. Massive clawed paws raised to tear down into him.

He swung the knife right into the bear's stomach. Catching it off guard allowing him to run.

“Dammit.” The large stuff bear groaned while yanking the knife out. Following the terrified prey back to the hideouts front door.

Darius burst through the door without taking a moment to breath as he pushed a rusted metal cabinet in front of the door.

“What the hell happened?!” Erik asked at the sight of him.

“ there's a bear outside!” Darius panted for air.

“it's probably what scared the girls.” Erik spoke calmly.

“We need to get out of here! That thing followed me with children's voices following it!” Darius words spoken out speedily.

“ you been smoking? We’re fine, it's only a dumb bear.” Erik rolled his eyes.

“No, you don't understand it-!” Darius being interrupted by him flinching by a bash against the door. All going silent to the door bashing a few more time. Knocking the large metal cabinet over a few inches.

“It’ll give up soon, wait a moment.” Erik talked in his best staying calm voice. Finding himself right when the bashing did stop. “See, told you-” the sound of glass shattering drawing their attention in another direction.

“... Trey, go check that out. Darius, go fetch Beverly. I am sick of this twilight zone town! We're bolting, right now!” He ordered. The group nervously looking at one another before splitting off.

Trey walking as quietly as possible. Keeping his flashlight low to the ground. Avoiding the possibility of attracting the supposed bears attention if shined forward.

Further and further into the darkened halls until he heard the sound.

Shifting glass across concrete floor. Sounding like the bear had gotten some embedded in it's skin. A light flickering on around the corner revealing the silhouette of not a bear but a cat. The shadow growing into a towering height. Breathing out a growl that sounded far deeper then some little house cat. The flicking light dying as the forms final approach to the corner.

Treys low pointed light highlighting a large black paw. Then another paw dripping blood through the cracks of broken reflecting mirrors it was made up of. Shining the light upwards shining across more black fur. Exposing the face of a large black cat twisting to face him to the sound of glass crackling.

The look of the large black cat twisted between bloody matted fur, exposed muscle turning to half a body of broken mirrors. A bright shine in it's lone glass eye cracking to light the #13.

The cat hissed out a gurgle followed by a mouthful of blood oozing out it's jaws.

old tales referring to bad luck. Black cats to broken mirrors attached to the dreaded #13. all of it crossing his path locking trey in place to pure fear.

Trey wasn't able to take a single step away when the large broken cat lunged at him. Reflex caused trey to pull out his gun with a single fire only grazing the cats cheek. Splinters of mirror flying off making trey even more sick upon breaking a mirror himself. His hesitation from the shock missing to react to the claws hooking into his only good hand.

Carving the appendage to have a deep split down it's middle. The gun, his only means of defense, flying off into the unknown. Treys shock was broken by the immense pain. Fleeing away from the sound of the glass cat crackling behind him right at his heels. Dropping a heavy trail of blood down the halls off his hand.

Down the other half of the building, Darius knocked on the bathroom door. Wincing to the sound of Beverly vomiting.

“what?” Beverly sickly asked. Sounding worse than before. Darius hesitantly opening the door.

“there's a freaky bear attacking the building. Erik wants me to bring you back so we can try to leave.” mumbling unhappily. More worried over Beverly's condition at this point over Eriks plans.

“perfect.” Beverly thought with a close of her eyes to think of what to do next. She needed to somehow meet up with pen while avoiding Erik at all cost. Surely it was him attacking the building. Without argument she went with Darius. Receiving help by him to walk sickly down the halls. Arriving back in the central room he helped her sit on the couch. Erik standing off by the hall trey went down, anxiety written all over his face. His gun being out worrying Beverly on how safe pen would be. She wanted to escape Erik to meet up with pen alone without either being harmed. To get out, shed need an accomplice for help.

“Darius, I need you to get me out of here, away from Erik.” she looked to him desperately. speaking in the lowest whisper possible.

“i don't think-” starting in a scared whisper over the matter.

“please, you know why I am sick. You know what Erik will do when he finds out. It's not something a girl can hide. You're the only one who can help me get out to someplace safe.” pleading to him through the sickness.

Everyone in the room jumping to the loud sound of a gunshot within the building, followed by trey letting out a painful scream from down the halls. It was the final push needed for Darius to nod in agreement.

Erik stumbling away from a door trey ran through. Slamming the door shut behind him to lean against the wall in exhaustion. Pale, shivering, wheezing for air, and his t shirt around his sleeve soaked in blood from his split hand.

“what happened?!” Erik asked.

“b-b-b c-cat. Cat” raising a shivering hand to point at the door. Shivering out minimal words to communicate his fear.

“cat?! You got fucked over by a little cat?!” Erik raged over him. Choking on his words by the door splintering by a large cat crashing through the top half. Hooking its curved claws into treys chest to a loud thunk. Tearing through the skin to peel the lump of muscle in its grip. A single yank tearing half his chest away to reveal the underlying rib bones. Organs falling through the torn open hole to pile at the floor.

Erik, gagged at the sight. Fleeing from the broken doorway the cat had disappeared from, meat in hand. Running to hide behind Beverly and Darius staring in shock. Watching trey take his last remaining wheeze of air before passing painfully in a bloody mess of his own organs.

“go get his keys!” he shoved Darius forward toward the dead trey. Beverly sucked in a nervous breath. She did not want Darius being harmed because of Erik. Aside from being her helper in escaping, he didn't deserve such a torturous death she was sure pen was aiming to cause Eriks gang.

“no!” Beverly stood up in protest. Regretting it when her head swirled dizzily.

“no?!” Erik snapped at her. Shooting her the glare she knew all to well that told her to back down or else.

“were leaving!” shouting at him without an ounce of fear. Adrenalin mixing with pride at how she was standing up to Erik on her own.

A knot in her gut causing a wince.“ssshit.” hissed out of frustration in her mind. Recognizing something else was going on now. Darius was appearing overly twitchy. The bonds mark effects taking hold again since after the originals disappearance a week after it had worn off. This was not a good time to see someone twitch as a terrified rabbit would while sick. The movement having her look away to swallow the building spit in her mouth readying for the vomit to rise. Getting only a glimpse of Eriks aggressive posturing switching between twitches of fear.

“none of you are going anywhere without me! Now go get the damn keys!” shoving sick Beverly into Darius needing to catch her from falling. Flicking out a knife scarring Darius into cooperating better with him. Separating Beverly from Erik as best he could while forced forward. Leaving Beverly in the space between Erik to the door for her safety.

“let me get it!” offering urgently to protect Darius against his knowledge. Stomach knotting when he refused to let her near the dangerous door. Swallowing down the vomit rising when he snagged the keys without pen making an appearance.

“give them to me!” she demanded the keys from Darius. Snagging them from him as he got out a word.

Seeing this had made Erik furious. “why did you give them to her?! Give them to me!” he snarled first to Darius, then to Beverly.

“no! Were leaving without you!” she growled back.

“god dammit you bitch you'll be the death of me!” furiously rushing to tackle her. Slamming himself into her to wrestle the keys away. Beverly holding her ground hard helped by her own building flame of fury. Socking Erik square in the face giving off a satisfying crunch under her knuckles. His nose bleeding profusely from the break.

The wound temporarily stopping him before he swung right back. The two fighting viciously like wild dogs while Darius stood off to the side, confused on what to do. Beverly eventually getting the upper hand, beating Erik down to the floor. Punching his face repeatedly in releasing all those pent up years of receiving her own beat downs he didn't relent on. Even when she begged him to. Even when she was on the verge of dying, he never stopped. Now, neither would she.

Yet, she had no choice at the lashing of a massive pain upon her.

Erik had sliced open from her lower stomach all the way up her side. Her body paralyzed to a numb weakness washing over. Shoved off without remorse by a beaten bloody Erik.

“dumb bitch.” Erik spat down to her once up on his feet. “pick her up.” he ordered Darius.

“why don't we leave her?” Darius spoke up. Finding the idea giving her a better chance of living then Erik dragging her along.

“NO!” he roared over Darius. “she needs to learn a lesson! That bastard clown needs to learn a lesson! I won't let anyone beat me! Not her, not this town, no one! Pick her up before I leave you dead like trey!” shouting Darius into submission.

Darius as gently as he could, helping her up. Letting her lean entirely on him for support. Beverly focusing on holding her bleeding side being the only thing she could do on her own. Not doing too well at that either with only her hand working to keep the large laceration from flooding out blood. Drenching through all her layers of clothes in seconds below the wound. Flowing down along her side down along her leg.

Walking slowly for Beverly's sake Darius was shouted at the entire way by Erik. Reaching his car met with surprised shock. Atop his car was Lorna and Victorias car smashed down onto it. Closer inspection showing mashed between the two was the crushed body of Lorna. Erik going into a full on freak out at seeing his car un-drive able. Forced to rely on walking through the dark woods of horrors hunting them.

The two forced to be dragged along swallowing a lump in their throats at the sight of Erik pulling out his gun. Clawing into Beverly's arm to yank her over by him.

“go somewhere else!” Erik snapped at Darius going to grab Beverly back.

“but she-” interrupted by Erik shooting off his gun toward him. Blasting a hole by his feet into the dirt.

“fuck off! If you get eaten maybe it won't follow us!” threatening Darius with the gun. Darius looking at Beverly helplessly with little options to choose. He looked down to turn off in the opposite direction. Erik forcing Beverly on wards to weakly walk on her own ahead of him.

Beverly could barely think in her worsening condition. Bleeding out, horribly sick, now something deep down twisting painfully. Stopping to lean against a tree having Erik shout all sorts of abusive insults. Threatening her to get up or be shot dead right there. A deep guttural growl from the darkness yanking Eriks attention away long enough for Beverly to surprise him with a kick between the legs. rushing off into the dark as Erik dropped to his knees in agony.

Not making it far after when Beverly saw the idea as a horrible mistake causing more major blood loss.

“Beverly!” her name called at first being ignored. Stopping at the bright light of shining large eyes. A quick examination had her bolting to Pennywise appearing as his large monstrous insect like form. Running to him into the safe circle of his coiled body. collapsing to settle against his body ready to fall asleep knowing she was now safe. Mind screaming at her not to as a rush of adrenaline forced her more awake than ever to stay alive.

“hospital?” pen quickly asked her. Seeing her body in such horrid condition. Her body heat low the same as when he pulled her from the road side so long ago. Readying to scoop her up when she replied with a weak head nod. Attention hooked by Erik running up to them in search of Beverly. Freezing at the sight of the monstrous towering insect locking its burning gaze down on him.

A deep hissing breath lighting up the large creatures jaws bright as a fiery furnace. Pen wanted the human to suffer so many tortures, but he had Beverly to rush off for. If he wanted to do something it had to be quick in this very moment.

Roaring out in a lunge of wide jaws open toward Erik. Purposely snapping onto the already broken leg first. Seeing the gun, he shook him by the leg violently in the air. Mangling the leg long after the gun went flying from Eriks loosened grasp.

Flicking his head up to drop Erik further down into his jaws. biting down to feel every bone in Eriks body mash. Feeling the sensation of his teeth splintering the bones to pieces as Erik screamed out the entire time until his voice was lost after. Mashing him further up his body with careful pressure around his chest. Pen wanted the male to suffer without dying too soon from an important organ being crushed. Mashing his bones down up to his collar bone.

Stopping there he threw his head back to end Eriks existence down his throat glowing bright as a bonfire. Trapping him to the void of a burning prison for eternity. Finishing off the male he heard another rat approaching.

“Beverly?!” Darius ran up unknowing to the situation after hearing Eriks massive screaming. Beverly perking up in realization of it being Darius. Heart skipping a beat at pen lunging for him.

“don't!” he shouted. Pen managing to pull himself back enough that he didn't crush Darius under his clawed hand as someone would a raw egg. Pinning him down painfully instead into the cold muddy snow.

“don't hurt him! He tried to help! Let him go!” Beverly got out by her surprise with how she was feeling.

Pen looked at her, then back down at Darius. Debating whether after all that's happened if the male deserved living. Coming to the conclusion that he had no time to cause another agonizing death. If she said the rat helped her, hed grant mercy only once in thanks.

“leave Derry by morning, or I'll come for you.” he hissed down. Removing his hand from pinning the terrified male nodding up to him. Paying little attention when the male ran off as he carefully picked up Beverly. Rushing off to the hospital through the doors as Robert. Nervously handing over Beverly to the doctors rushing her off for emergency care.

She laid still barely conscious after all the blood loss. Only catching glimpses of things happening around her. One moment she was taken from front desk, now in operating room. Doctors gathering things, now she was going through surgery. Unable to feel anything in the meanwhile. The color of everything disappearing to black and white with a darkness growing at the edges of her vision. Readying to close her eyes when a hand rested above her bond mark.

Feeling an energy spreading out into her from the touch. The black vision of her eyes receding back to clear. Looking up to see pen, in his clown look, leaning over her head. One hand going to the mark and the other gently rubbing her cheek. Gently smiling down at her as he kept her alive at death's door. She smiled back up at him weakly. Bring a hand up to rest over the one on her chest. No one else in the operating room noticing him or her strange actions.

A bittersweet moment that she would be okay by the end of the surgery, but not everything. Erik landed his knife blow on the most important thing. One last payback, from beyond his grave. ___________________________________________________________

… 15 years later. The year 2016, April 6th.

Many things had changed in Derry over the years. Newer factory's settled to bring back life into the little town. Shops opening back after fresh owners moved in. schools filled back with children. The only thing that hadn't changed was Beverly.

Despite 15 years passing she had not aged at all past her 27th birthday long ago in 2002. working her way up the ladder in the diner. Eventually buying it for herself to own she loved the place so much. Making a nice profit as all the family's returned to Derry.

Pen, aka grey, had little trouble adapting once the children started swarming the schools again. His time in the almost dead Derry having his addiction withdrawals long having past. Keeping himself preoccupied at the multiple factories he ran. Spending time with his lovely Beverly when he wasn't.

Beverly was shopping in town. Mainly waiting for pen to show up over actually shopping. Watching people talk with others. The marks affects something she had grown used to in everyday life. The twitchy body language making conversation between others incredibly entertaining. Telling when someone was lying, flirting, or about to do something stupid. already locking onto some teenage kid acting nervously skittish. A shoplifter not so subtly shove a big bag of chips into his bag. Making all sorts of crinkling bag noises.

Laughing to herself when the kid fled out the door. Being reminded of helping the guys steal handfuls of supplies once. They all had the same looks of being prepared to get caught and go to jail. Looking around again for anything else interesting before sensing pen nearby. Watching the door for him to come in.

“hello darling.” he greeted warmly.

“hello. Thought of any dinner ideas since this morning? We still haven't thought of what to do for the big meal day.”

“pork roast? I thought we already settled pizza for the big day?” following behind as Beverly went over to the meats area.

“i would rather cook something, but pizza won't be too bad I guess.” turning to request a raw cut of pork roast at the butcher.

“i am sure it'll be fine. I also have big news to tell after a new worker joined today.”

“that new architect dude? How'd the deal go with him?” knowing pen had been expecting the architect to drive down for supply deals. It was the best way for the factories to make money by being the biggest supplier on a perfect track record of no errors or wrong orders. Pen made sure of that on the supplies prepared.

“mhmm, and yes, but that's not the big news.” teasing the surprise.

“you going to tell?” impatient over what the big news could be. Placing various items into their cart to stock up on back home. Moving onto the fresh produce section.

“once home I will. You'll find it a bit shocking.”

“me?” asking confused as to why she'd be shocked involving his work. “something to do with the diner?”

“no, it's nothing business related.” settling one fact. Confusing Beverly all the more while grabbing fresh potatoes.

“well, help me grab fruit so you can share the big news quicker.” the two sharing a chuckle. Beverly focusing on grabbing vegetables while pen handled the fruit. His diet still hadn't changed from when they first met.

He couldn't live off regular meats, although could still eat them just fine. Same with the sweeter fruits to super junk foods. Thankfully before the town started healing they figured out a less hostile feeding method in Derry.

While returning to their van along with a cart full of fresh grocery's Beverly paused. Spotting a man looking down at his cell phone in front of the place. A face that gave her deja vu, yet not recognizing from where.

“you alright?” pen asked next to her.

“yeah, I think I recognize that guy. But I am not sure.” thinking hard on if he was possibly one of Eriks old friends. Maybe even a possibly customer she had to sell to. Yet the man certainly didn't look anything like a druggie.

Brown hair slightly graying with a clean cut shave being the same. thin, average height. Very clean along with being well dressed. Holding one of the newest iphones in hand showing he probably made great money.

“that man?” pen gestured to him.

“yes.” answering annoyed. Still working to recognize him with no luck.

Pen leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“ that's Bill Denbrough.”

#It (2017)#pennywise #beverly marsh #pennywise x beverly marsh #12 years after movie #beverly still kicks pennywise's ass #between two voids ch 19

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x23 “Let The Good Times Roll”

idk what you guys thought but I LIKED IT and here’s why!!!! (EXCEPT THAT THING WITH THE KNIFE??? WHAT THE HELL???)

04:02pm

so it only took 45 minutes to an hour to find somewhere to watch this, my thanks to @trisscar368 for helping me out!!!

eventually found it streaming rather than downloading, would not recommend but HEY IT WORKS (for now) [http://gorillavid.in/zbtu97hfei65]

this feels like it’s 2008 all over again, trying to watch doctor who after school

OKAY LET’S GO

i’ve seen a bunch of major spoilers but i know cas doesn’t die so i’m good. apparently it’s A Boring Episode but also MICHEAL and LUCIFER so

idk idk let’s just watch the thing and find out what happens

04:04

rowena: is there, i dunno, music? CARRY ON MYY WAYWAR---

fuck

04:09pm

feels good having bobby there

BOBBY’S REACTION TO TRUMP IS THE BEST EVER

“and you call where WE come from ‘apocalypse world’?”

04:11

cas: “they’re talking about whether kylie jenner would make a good mother. consensus is no”

hey give her a chance

i mean i know nothing about her but she seems... teachable?

dean: “yeah well, that’s why i’m a chloe man”

WHOOOOOP dean loves his girly trash tv i see

brown werewolf: “now that is why i’m a chloe man”

dead brown person alert :|

how naive i was to think he might be left alive because he got a speaking line and made himself a dean parallel with that single line

04:16

mary: “do you really like the rain?”

bobby: “when it’s this beautiful, i do”

lest anyone forget bobby is a gentle down to earth sweetheart

soft papa bear

“rowena and charlie are road-tripping it through the south-west”

WOULD WATCH THAT SPINOFF

but #savewaywardsisters first

04:19

dean: “can you imagine? you, me, cas, toes in the sand, couple of those little umbrella drinks, matching hawaiian shirts, obviously”

PLEASE

“....some hula girls“

mmmm *squints at how that part was said after a....... pause, off-screen with the camera on sam*

04:24

dean to jack: “it’s not about being strong....... i don’t know what you went through over there... but i know you came out the other side. because you ARE strong”

good papa dean words

much love for him and his emotional avaliability

04:26

dean: “whatever you’re dealing with, whatever comes at us, we’ll figure out a way to deal with it. together. we’re family, kid”

sam said it to dean, dean said it to jack

i guess the next step is ...jack saying it to cas?? SOMEONE’s gotta say it to cas

but also WOOOO DEAN’S CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT REGARDING JACK SINCE THE START OF THE SEASON

04:32

is it just me or is this a seriously unfortunate racist-looking coincidence

desperately hoping this wasn’t the guy who killed maggie

(i don’t think it is, which means maybe this is a “don’t jump to conclusions” kind of storyline which has a race-relations subtext??? i wish it meant nothing besides jack’s need to protect others, but given the lack of living characters of colour on this show, the minute a person of colour shows up, it BECOMES about the fact they’re not white, bECAUSE they always die, invariably)

anyway, my point is: this is problematic

also the red shirt. as in “red shirts always die” ??

edit: thank goodness....... RED HERRING

“3 sheeps” poster in the background

i remember this symbolism from something earlier but can’t remember exactly what

i’m thinking lambs to the slaughter, or being part of a flock, or being herded into something they’re wrong about, being naive, following each other one by one into the unknown

wow reading tarot has improved my “make a list of all the obvious symbolism” skills

04:39

the fact cas is suffering with the angel language whistle is interesting?? i thought it hurts dean because he can’t understand it

which means.......cas isn’t understanding this noise?

or maybe he is understanding, it’s just real loud

04:42

enjoying sam being protective of cas

lucifer: ........”the three amigos.... sam, dean, and the other one”

that’s probably how a lot of people see team free will tbh

how sad

lucifer: “you want a lightsaber?”

jack:

vroom

we mAY HAVE LONG SAID HE’S TOO PRECIOUS FOR THIS WORLD BUT WE NEVER MEANT FOR HIM TO LEAVE

04:50

that awkward moment when you’re trying to solve a murder and your adorable magic grandson comes home with the devil

the face you make when the devil makes an ableist joke about your son and then says “no offence”

(the ”i would murder you but there’s enough dead bodies in here right now” face)

04:56

maggie: “kinda seems like you have... you know, bigger.... satan-y... problems”

bless this girl

05:00

dean: “as shakespeare once said: eat me, dick-bag”

tbh shakespeare probably did say that at one point or another

add shakespeare to the list of dean’s bisexual heroes

(follow up thought: what if when cas could time-travel, he and dean and sam went to go explore shakespeare’s town and dean made.... Friends)

05:04

lucifer’s talking to jack about their future space travels

i mean i think it’s fairly obvious, lucifer was the one who killed maggie, so he could bring her back and impress jack

maggie said “i didn’t see their face but i saw their eyes” and that means it was either lucifer or michael with the glowing eyes, and micheal said to dean “you’ll be the first life i take in this world” which leaves lucifer

stinking nasty manipulative trash angel

05;07

micheal, while strangling dean: “could’ve done this quick, but i wanted to enjoy it, that moment when the soul leaves the body”

yeeeah okay sure, speak aloud your reasons you’re stalling for time while jack figures out how to get back

05:10

jack to lucifer: “you’re not my father. you monster”

HUZZAH

for the record i’m... reaLLY ENJOYING THIS episode so far

it’s all big and mighty and magical but the core of the story is a boy trying to find his family and figure out the truth behind his manipulative father

i’m so glad it led to this because i am HERE for this kind of story

the world hangs in the balance, but it’s not dean, cas and sam trying to save everyone, it’s jack trying to find his place among loved ones, and by following his desire to help people he’s learning what he needs to know

i fucking love this okay

05:14

lucifer: i just need your power--

OH NO I SPOKE TOO SOON

OH NO

05:17

michael: “this is the end. of everything”

I SEE DEAN’S COGS WHIRRING AND I WORRY

nine years of not saying yes to micheal and now it’s happening isn’t it

05:20

jack’s pained little whimper :c :c :c

05:21

dean: “i am your sword”

CHILLS

05:22

dean: “CAS I DON’T HAVE A CHOICE”

cas: D:

PERFECT MOMENT FOR AN AGGRESSIVE KISS but nope that would be too much like goodbye

05:24

third option rather than sam or jack trying to kill each other: they pick up lucifer’s blade and kill lucifer with it

05:26

WHAT

??????

BAD IDEA????

JUST STAB LUCIFER????

jack: i love you

NOO ;;A;A;A;A;A;A;A;;A;A

DJSGJD

I’M NOT ENJOYING THIS 0/10 WOULD NOT RECOMMEND

PLEASE STOP

05:27

WELL FUCK

hi there

WHHHOOOOOOO

meanwhile back at the bunker: cas has the weirdest traumatic boner

05:29

THE WINGS KEEP GETTING BIGGER

05:31

interesting angel flying physics here

dean flails while sailing slowly backwards

i mean i know he’s on a suspension wire but technically waving his arms about ought to affect his position

05:33

LITERALLY SAM COULD’VE DONE THAT TO BEGIN WITH

WHAT EVEN WAS THE POINT OF THIS

HE COULD’VE ACTED LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO STAB JACK AND THEN GO WHOOSH AND STAB LUCIFER

SAM HAS FUCKING NOODLE ARMS HE COULD’VE DONE IT WITH HIS EYES CLOSED

JEEZ

05:35

okay but i’m laughing right now

are you telling me this is what happens if lucifer accidentally trips and falls on his knife

where did that golden blade come from anyway

has lucifer just been carrying it around this whole time?

COULD ANYONE HAVE PICKPOCKETED THAT KNIFE AND STABBY STABBY >>> EXPLODING FLYING FLAME DEVIL ??

WHAT BRAIN CELLS WAS LUCIFER MISSING TO HAND THAT BLADE TO SAM WINCHESTER IN THE FIRST PLACE

OR GO INTO BATTLE WITH MICHAEL WITHOUT THE KNIFE

OR TO HAVE THAT BLADE ON HAND IN THE FIRST PLACE ??????????

I’m sorry i just find this hilarious

i mean good fucking riddance to this trash angel but wow what a way to get there

all of this was so easily avoidable ?? i seriously don’t understand what possessed sam to think “aw yeah let’s pick up this magic devil blade to KILL MY OWN SON and/or HAND IT TO HIM SO HE CAN KILL ME” instead of “umMMM the devil just gave me a magic knife and is trying to tell us to kill each other maybe we should kill him with it”

I HOPE SOMEONE IN THE WRITER’S ROOM HAS A REALLY GOOD EXPLANATION FOR THIS

05:45

HAPPY RELIEVED SAMMY

why do i feel like everything’s about to go terribly terribly wrong, worse than before

05:48

i mean micheal!dean looks good though

despite everything i think dean would approve of the outfit

like he actually looks a little bit TOO attractive

definitely not to be trusted

you know when people just look TOO handsome and shiny and perfect and they’re TOO charming and you know something’s up

this guy’s got danger written all over him in sleek & elegant calligraphy

05:50pm

mmmmmmmmm okay, it’s over

i liked it ?

felt old-school, kinda like a buffy episode or an x-files episode

things i’m happy about: everyone lived and lucifer died!! this is a pretty cool progression of events and i’m interested to see where it goes (not EXCITED, i’m not EAGER, but i am interested). that black dude was not the one who killed maggie. maggie survived!!!

things i’m not thrilled about: the fact sam didn’t just stab lucifer in the face when he was right next to him holding the magic knife?????? i don’t get it and i don’t think any kind of meta is actually gonna be able to explain how ~UM EXCUSE ME JUST ONE SECOND~esque that moment was

no bechdel test pass

jack’s personal arc this season was great and i love him

as always, this show is riveting to me only because i care so much about the characters, and i cannot tELL YOu how fucking pleased i am that this show’s universe is now a universe where bobby, charlie, mary, rowena, dean, cas, sam, jack, jody, donna, claire, the other wayward girls, and billie ALL EXIST AND ARE ALIVE

seriously could’ve done with some kevin too, i’m still bummed that he’s died TWICE now and isn’t back permanently yet

but HOLY SHIT THE REST OF THEM ARE ALL ALIVE

GIVE ME A TEAM-FREE-WILL-MAJOR SEASON WITH ALL THE SQUAD ALIVE AND KICKING ASS AS A GROUP

like... save dean as a group, then one by one discover that dean and cas have been locked in a room without clothes for three days, then save the world and retire forever as a happy, healthy hunter squad with their gay dads

FUCK YEAH

overall, this episode is maybe a 9/10 just because that FUCKING KNIFE man. i dunno what to think about that.

like .........why

i also want cas to have a season arc!!! a positive one!!! where he actually accepts love and expresses affection and receives AUDIBLE AND VISIBLE AND TANGIBLE affection from others!!!

and for fuck’s sakes stop killing people of colour, give us more women of colour who are good and don’t die, pass the bechdel test more often

AND ABOVE ALL GIVE US WAYWARD SISTERS I WANT THAT SHOW SO BADLY AND EVERYTHING IT REPRESENTS

IT WOULD FILL IN ALL THE GAPS THAT ARE MISSING FROM THIS SHOW

PLEASE

#13x23 #let the good times roll #Elmie watches things #spn spoilers #season 13 #post of postiness

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Sundown - Part 2

Part 1

Eyyyy here’s part 2 of this hellfic.

Would anyone be interested in me setting up a writing blog? It would pretty much be for like my writing, other ppls writing, headcannons, submissions, etc. Lemme know if that sounds dope to ya’ll.

Anyway, here are the homies. Let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged.

Homies:

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Tumblr isn’t letting me tag a fuckton of people, and I’m not sure wtf to even do - if this keeps up I’ll try something a little different.

Warnings: just some sexual innuendo and Negan’s potty mouth. And my potty mouth. Shit we both pretty much curse. (I promise the smut will come in the next 2 chapters)

“Would you fucking stop? That shit is getting on my nerves.��

“What? You don’t like my improv elevator music rendition of Elton John’s greatest hits?” I hopped from the table. I could see greasy, grimy, bloody handprints all over the windows as the walkers tried to claw their way through. Humming was the only way I could distract myself from the disgusting scraping sounds.

“It’s only been an hour,” I said, glancing once more at my watch. “I can still hear gunfire. Do your guys know that we’re in here?”

“Probably not. Everyone that was with me fucking died,” Negan replied from the shadows. He was sitting, and I could only see the faintest hint of his eyes. There was no mistaking the pain in his voice, however. Though it sounded physical. “You drove that RV in here and blew it to hell. Can’t say that I’m not fucking impressed.”

“I had nothing to do with that.”

“So, you’re just Rick’s humble foot soldier?” Negan drawled. “You don’t even get to do any of the cool shit. Goddamn. And with the way you threw yourself at me, no hesitation, I assumed you were one of his top lieutenants.”

“Like you said, I’m a humble foot soldier,” I sighed. “Nothing more, nothing less.”

“That’s fucking modest of you, but it seems to me like you’ve been blessed with balls bigger than half my men,” Negan chuckled. “Ever thought of moving up in the world?”

“Maybe when the world wasn’t shit,” I wiped my eyes. The place had no AC, and the accumulation of undead outside, along with the small space made it feel way hotter than it probably was. I hopped from the table, slowly opening the blinds. Grotesque, mutilated faces stared back at me. I peered past them, towards the hulking factory that was the Sanctuary. I saw nobody — no snipers, no one on lookout. Nothing.

“What’s going on out there?”

“Get up and look.”

Negan didn’t reply for several second. With the blinds open, light was able to peek through, illuminating the room and, subsequently, Negan. He had his leg propped up on another chair — the same leg where I’d seen the patch of red.

Against my better judgment, I left the blinds cracked and walked over. Negan watched me the entire time, until I came to a stop before him. From here I had a clear view of the patch on his leg — it had grown. My eyes widened in alarm and Negan coughed, obviously embarrassed at being caught.

“You absolute fucking dumbass!”

“That’s a bit harsh,” Negan clicked his tongue, forcing a pained smile. “And damn. I didn’t know you had a mouth on you - kinda of hot.”

“Your leg,” I snapped. I knelt down, reaching out to gingerly examine the damage. The fabric was slick with blood, the patch roughly the size of my palm. Jutting from his skin was a piece of shrapnel, buried deep within the skin.

“It’s not that fucking bad. Shit,” Negan rubbed the back of his neck.

“Have you looked at it?” I stared at him incredulously. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

“Thought I’d save it for fucking later. It’s cute that you’re concerned.”

“I’m concerned because if you die, you could turn and eat me. Also if you die, I won’t be able to get out of here. Also if you die, your men might find me and think I did it, and they’d kill me.”

“You’d be a fucking war hero back at home,” Negan scoffed. “What? Don’t you want the fucking glory? Maybe Rick would reward you with a good fuck. You look like you haven’t had one of those in a while.”

“Try ‘never.’”

“Shit. You a virgin?”

“I’m— we’re not talking about this. You have a piece of shrapnel in your leg. How about you take this seriously,” I tenderly poked at the intrusion, hearing Negan curse. “Is there any alcohol in here? Bandages? What is this room?”

“Storage, mainly.”

I cursed, standing. The small area had a few shelves, a table and chairs, and a whiteboard mounted on the wall. It definitely hadn’t been a storage area before. I began checking each cabinet, sighing with relief when I found a bottle of half empty rubbing alcohol, along with a stack of worn cloths. I walked back over, going slow as I realized what exactly I was about to do.

“I’m not a doctor,” I said. Negan’s face was pale and he was sweating, though not from the heat. He kept his composure but his eyes were glued to the alcohol. “All I can say is that this is going to hurt. Think of it as payback for being a complete asshole to me and my friends.”

“This is some fucked up revenge.”

“Yeah, tell that to Glenn and Abraham,” I snapped. “You know, the two men from my community that you brutally murdered?”

Negan was silent for a moment. He stared at me with hooded eyes, his voice soft.

“Were you there?”

“You’d remember if I was there. I wasn’t,” I replied bitterly. Stifling a burst of anger, I said, “You know, Glenn, he found me on a run. Brought me back to Alexandria. He and I weren’t very close but he was always nice to me. Always made sure that I was okay.”

“What, you want me to fucking apologize?”

“No. I just want you to know who you took from this world,” I gripped the shrapnel, ignoring Negan’s hiss of pain. “I want you to remember.”

Negan grit his teeth as I pulled the shrapnel from his leg. The jagged piece came loose with a nasty squelch, followed by a swell of blood. Without thinking a doused the wound in alcohol, nearly falling over as Negan’s leg seized and he bellowed in pain.

“Fuck! Holy fuck — fuck, fuck, shit that hurts — fucking shit,” spittle flew from his mouth as he squeezed his eyes shut, sweat beading on his brow. His breath came in short rasps, and I hastily began cleaning the wound.

Negan’s hand shot out to grab my shoulder. I stopped, ready to flinch away, before I realized that he was holding me in a vice grip, knuckles white as he fought through the pain. He nodded at me to keep going, and I did.

I tore away the fabric of his pants, letting the open wound breathe before searching for something I could use as a bandage. I had to settle for strips of an old cardigan that I found in the closet, tearing it with my teeth and slowly wrapping it around Negan’s thigh.

“How’s that? Good enough for me to get a Doctorate in, uh, doctoring?”

“Shit, better than I could have done,” Negan replied. He reached out to grasp my shoulder again, but I pulled away. “You’re jumpy as hell, girl. I already told you, I’m not going to fucking hurt you.”

“Sure,” I murmured, moving back towards the window. The scene hadn’t changed much — the walkers were calming down, milling about. Half a dozen shots of gunfire rang out, before the air fell silent. There were so fucking many walkers. The noise didn’t even seem to phase them, and the herd certainly hadn’t thinned out enough for us to make an escape.

You could run. Even with a herd this thick, you could make it alone. If you just run…

I glanced over my shoulder at Negan. He was standing, unable to put hardly any weight on his injured leg. I almost snapped at him to sit down before realizing how useless it would have been. He wouldn’t have listened to me. My words didn’t matter.

“Wipe that fucking look off your face. You aren’t going out there.”

“And you’re going to stop me…how? Chase me? With that leg of yours?” I raised my eyebrows. “I’m not stupid. At this point your men are going to have to come and get us.”

“Hey, you know, I never got your fucking name. How fucking rude of me.”

“I don’t want to be on a first name basis with you.”

“Too fucking bad. Unless you want me to start calling you ‘princess’ again, tell me what your name is.”

I went back to staring out the window. As Negan limped closer, I caved and spat, “Rachel.”

“Rachel,” Negan tested the name on his lips. “How old are you?”

“Eighty,” I said nonchalantly. “That’s how old I am.”

“Really? You don’t look a day over seventy-five,” Negan replied. I finally looked at him — he was grinning, tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Seriously. You’re not a fucking kid.”

“No. I’m not a kid,” I replied. “I don’t see why any of this matters.”

Negan’s shoulders sagged as his leg finally began to give out. He pulled up a chair, collapsing onto it. With an exasperated sigh he said, “Look, I’m trying to be fucking nice. You know, start a fucking conversation. Would you rather I just fucking ignored you?”

“Yes.”

“It’s hard to ignore someone like you. You looking out that fucking window with your round little ass in the air makes it really difficult to ignore—”

“Dude, c’mon,” I released the blinds, shrouding the room in shadows once more. “Is that why you want to know my age? So that you won’t sound like a pedophile when you say weird shit like that?”

“I would have felt bad about killing a fucking kid. That’s why I asked — although I guess it wouldn’t have mattered. I know Rick isn’t above rounding up some fucking child soldiers, either.”

“Rick wouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know. It was pretty ballsy, barging in here the way he fucking did. And having him leave you behind must have really sucked,” Negan scratched his beard. “I can tell you one thing — Rick ain’t gonna bust down those door anytime fucking soon. It’ll either be those biters out there, or my men.”

“Rick didn’t leave me. I went to help that asshat, Gregory. He fucked me over,” I looked away. “If Rick doesn’t come, it’s because he can’t. Too many walkers.”

“You’re his humble little foot soldier, right?” Negan grinned. “Which means you don’t fucking matter to him. But I see you — if we get out of this shit alive, you’ll have a home here, with us.”

I said nothing. I couldn’t even really even bring myself to say anything. My bitterness towards Gregory made my tongue feel as if it were swollen, and I found my mind drifting towards my last encounter with Rick.

I’d held Rick back. I’d tugged him to safety, and he’d called the retreat. Then he’d left. Hadn’t even shot me a glance.

It’s because he trusts you to do what you have to do. He doesn’t need to keep any eye on you.

Every foot soldier can be replaced.

“We’ll deal with that when — if — it happens,” I murmured. “Survival is the only thing we need to be focusing on.”

#negan #negans thirst squad #vizhi0nw

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 years

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Feels So Right

Characters: Dean x Vampire!Reader, Sam

Word Count: 2,263

Warnings: Maybe a little angst but mostly fluff

Request: Hi love, can u do a dean X reader where in a hunt the boys get save by a vampire (girl) and as the time went by dean falls in love her even do everything in his nature is telling him not to? and cloud you tag me please, thank u!

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Whiskey.

Gunpowder.

Motor Oil.

Leather.

You’ve been trailing him for weeks. You’d know that scent anywhere. You were pulled in when he questioned you at a bar. You couldn’t focus on anything other than that scent and his candy green apple eyes. He made you forget who you were.

You only drank animal blood. Killing humans wasn’t who you were and wasn’t who you ever wanted to be. You were turned into a vampire by accident. These group of men thought you were someone else and turned you but when they found out who you really were, they tossed you outside like trash. They left you to die or to feed all on your own.

That first taste of human blood made your cold, dead heart feel alive again but you hated hurting people. Before this, you had a life. You had a family. You were a nurse, practicing to become a doctor one day. You found joy in making others happier.

But your life was ripped away from you and you’ve never been the same again. You can’t step foot in a hospital without growing your canines.

You weren’t a normal vampire. You were a special kind that didn’t have a full set of sharp teeth that extended from your gums. Your canines were the only ones that grew. You didn’t know why you were like this but only a handful of people get them once turned.

Maybe that is why you were tossed out like trash. Those vampires didn’t know what to do with you. It was said that your type of vampire was very dangerous but they resided in other countries. You were the first of your kind in the United States. You figured that a vampire migrated here, bit you and then left after it was done.

You tried to control your thirst by drinking the blood of animals when they were harmed or dying. You hated killing animals too but it was better than humans.

But that all changed when you met him. Dean Winchester. You already knew who he was even before meeting him. Every monster alive was to fear the Winchesters. You tried not to give anything away as he questioned you and it seemed to work. He got the job done and was out of town the next week.

And so were you.

You followed him all across the country, always staying a few steps behind. You couldn’t give yourself away to him because he would kill you without a second thought. But his scent was what kept the hunger down. He was your medicine and he didn’t even know you.

You tried your best to get a motel room that was a few doors down and drive a stolen car that was a few yards behind. You tried your best to keep yourself hidden from him and it worked until one slip up. He caught you at a bar when he was hanging with Sam.

He didn’t recognize you but if he did, he made no move to let you know that. He flirted with you all night long and you so badly wanted to take him home but you didn’t know what you would do if that happened. Sex for a vampire was always great but it was so much more than that.

It would be more like you marking him as yours so that other vampires would know he belonged to you. If he were to turn, that bond would get stronger. But you couldn’t do that to him since you didn’t want to take his life away like how you got yours taken.

So, you told him you were a lesbian.

That didn’t seem to faze him too much but he ended up taking another woman home for the night. Even after she left, all you could smell was Dean. Yes, you smelled sex on him but the scent of Dean was still strong.

Even now, when Dean was walking through an abandoned warehouse with his brother, the smell of dirt and mold was light compared to Dean. You were always watching whenever he went on hunts because you wanted to make sure he was safe.

You were glad you were there because they were getting their asses kicked by some demons. You hated demons and tried to stay away from them. You didn’t want them to find out you’ve been watching and trailing them but you had to do something. There were too many demons and only two Winchesters.

Stealth was your middle name so you quickly made your way inside and attacked two demons that were keeping watch. You had unhuman speed so that is why they never saw you coming. Two down, a lot more to go.

You made your way through the group, killing as many demons as you could. One of them dropped an Angel blade and that is what you were using. You were very strong and very smart but you could never beat a demon without any weapons. Maybe you might hurt him but that’s about it.

Just as you got downstairs, Sam was pinned to a wall by one demon and Dean was struggling with another. You snuck up behind the demon fighting with Dean and stabbed him through the heart. He let whatever hold he had on Dean go, and fell to the ground, dead. The other demon saw that he was out numbered and disappeared before you could kill him.

Dean and Sam both looked at you in shock before Dean spoke.

“You’re a hunter? I thought you were just a woman at a bar.”

“Something like that. I saw you needed help so here I am.” You said. You couldn’t believe you were talking to them. You needed to get out of here before he started asking questions on why you looked so pale or why you looked so dead.

You didn’t look that bad but your eyes were a bit sunken in and you were so pale that the lightest shade of makeup was still too dark. You guess it was like that for most people but Dean could not find out what you are. Not even Sam.

“Thank you.” Sam said with a polite smile as he dusted himself off.

“Let us buy you a drink for, you know, saving our asses.” Dean chuckled. Maybe one drink couldn’t hurt.

“Sweetheart, you really fought off a whole vampire’s nest by yourself? Damn, you’re more badass than I thought.” Dean laughed, sipping his beer. You were trying to get away but the Winchesters kept asking more and more questions about you.

Some, you had to lie but for the most part, you were telling Dean the truth.

“I did. It was a piece of cake.” You shrugged. Little did they know, it was your own coven you killed for turning you. That is when you decided to help people and not kill like they did.

“You should consider joining us. We could use someone like you. Right, Sam?” Dean said, looking at his brother.

“It wouldn’t be the worst idea. You have no idea how many times I wish there was another person with us. Dean can get rather annoying.” Sam joked.

“Dude.” Dean muttered, nudging his brother. You didn’t know if you should join them or not. On one hand, it would beat having to keep yourself hidden. This way, you would be able to keep an eye on him and your hunger would rarely return seeing how you would always be with Dean. But on the other hand, you could always have a mess up, risking Sam or Dean finding out about you.

“If that’s what you guys want, I’d be more than happy to join you.” You guess the dangerous side of you won that silent battle.

“Awesome!” Dean grinned, finishing his beer.

Ever since that night, you’ve been with the Winchesters for years. Never once, had you slipped up. You were always careful to feed when they were asleep or when they were off on their own. Life got easier since Dean let you wear his shirts and that helped you, more than he could ever know.

You became closer with the older Winchester and before you knew it you were making out in the back of his car all the time. You didn’t know why you did it but he was so damn alluring that you had to get a taste. Once you go Winchester, you never go back.

Yours and Dean’s relationship began to flourish from that moment on. He began to take you out on dates and open up to you, falling in love with you. You tried your best to keep yourself hidden from him but it was getting harder and harder to do so.

Things have gotten so out of hand, Dean almost caught you feeling on a small rabbit the other day. You were starting to get hungrier and you needed bigger animals that only resided in the woods behind the Bunker.

So, when Sam found a case, you opted to stay out of this one, trying your best to look sick. Dean certainly seemed to believe you and he wanted to stay with you but you convinced him and Sam to go without you. At least this way, you would be able to feed for a few days and not have to worry about them.

They left, you heard the rumble of the Impala as it sped down the road and you jumped up, racing out of the house. You raced into the woods where you had set a trap for the much larger animals. You grinned when you saw a deer, dead, in one of said traps.

You just went to town on the thing. You moaned at the taste, wishing it could be human blood because you have to admit, you’ve dreamed about human blood more than once. It would take you a while to completely drain the animal but you had nothing else to do.

You were so focused on what you were doing that you didn’t hear the Impala come back or the sound of footsteps, making their way closer to you.

“Y/N?” You gasped and looked up to find a shocked Dean standing there. He looked hurt, conflicted, and pissed at the same time.

“Dean, what are you doing back?” You stood up, wiping the blood off your chin as if it would make the situation better.

“I came back because my girlfriend’s things were in my car and I thought she would need them. What the fuck is this?”

“Dean, I can explain. I’m not like normal vampires. I swear. I don’t hurt humans; I never have.” You pleaded with him. He had his hand behind his back and you could hear him unsheathe the hidden knife.

“How long?” Dean asked in a calm voice.

“A long time. I stopped counting the years.” You were scared now. You didn’t want to die, not when the love of your life was standing right in front of you.

“And you kept this from me?” He sounded hurt.

“I didn’t know how to tell you. I don’t want to die. All you do is kill monsters and I’m a monster, according to you. But I don’t kill humans. I have never hurt a human before. All I drink is animal blood. You are what calms me down. You keep my hunger in control.” You got tears and looked at the man you loved.

You could tell Dean was at a dilemma. There you were, the woman he loved more than anything, but as a vampire. Everything in his bones was telling him to slice your head right off. You were a monster and that is what he killed. But the person he grew to love was there and he couldn’t kill her.

“Y/N, everything in my bones, my body, is telling me to kill you right here, right now…” He started. You let the tears fall because you knew he would do it if his instinct was to do it.

“But I love you. I know my Y/N and my Y/N is no killer.” You looked up at him but he was pulling you into his chest.

“I can’t kill the one woman I’ve ever loved. I’m pissed that you didn’t tell me but we can talk about that later.” Dean sighed.

“You’re not scared?” You asked, sniffling.

“Y/N, if you wanted me dead, I would be dead. But I’m not so I take that as a good sign. Plus, every single hunt we went on, you’ve been nothing but kind and helpful. You always jump at the chance to help another being and vampires don’t do that.”

“I was a nurse before I was turned. I had my whole life ahead of me. But that all changed when I became this. If I could take it back, I would. If there was a cure, I would take it. I hate being a vampire but I deal with it. You make it so much easier on me. You remind me who I am and a monster isn’t that. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I just didn’t want to lose you.” You looked down with a sigh.

“You haven’t lost me.” He tilted your head up and pressed his lips to yours. Things were always going to be rocky. Things were always going to be tough but as long as you had Dean Winchester by your side, you knew you would be just fine

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pherryt · 7 years

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(I'm sending this for a friend of mine) Dean suffers from epilepsy and one morning in his way out of the house he forgets to take his meds. By the time Cas realizes he is running to the Starbucks he knows dean goes to every morning, but it's too late. Thankfully, Cas's twin brother works there and saves the day. happy DCJ ending?

DING DINGDING! This is prompt number 30!!!! 😃

Okay, sothere was a delay because I had to look some stuff up about Epilepsy. I – like prettymuch most people, I think – only knew the basics: It’s a seizure, you can beborn with it and it can be triggered by stuff.

So when I readup on it a little and found it could be caused by head traumas too…this storytook a natural turn towards one of the other series of ficlets I’d alreadystarted – the DCJ Accident story (god, every time I think that one is done,something more comes along!)

Hope you like this addition to it 😃 (note, I tried to lookup some stuff about the medications – if you should have someone take theirmissed dosed after an episode or not and all I came up with is not DURING theepisode which…duh…so I have no idea if that’s right or not)

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_____________ DCJ - Accident Part 5!!!

Adjusting tolife after the accident had been a little difficult. Dean was stubborn as amule and Cas and Jimmy still felt guilty as hell. No matter how often Deaninsisted that the accident wasn’t their fault, they still harbored the thoughtsthat if they hadn’t fought, hadn’t yelled, Dean would never have been out thereto have the accident to begin with.

And when –during recovery – it was discovered that Dean’s head trauma had had somelasting effects…let’s just say that all ofthem were freaking out to various degrees.

Dean wasupset because Bobby wouldn’t let him work in the bays anymore, deeming it toodangerous for Dean even if he stuck to the small shit, and too dangerous foreveryone else including Dean if hedidn’t. Stuck on the counter at the garage was not how Dean had seen his lifegoing. He liked working with hishands, god-damn it.

To addinsult to injury, he’d been forbidden from driving too for the foreseeablefuture. Which, to be fair, wasn’t nearly as appealing with his Baby currentlylying trashed behind Singers Salvage, but now he couldn’t even release histensions by fixing her up or goingfor a drive.

On the twinsends, they were just plain scared. Scared for Dean. The first time he’d had aseizure had been eye opening for them that this wasn’t over. That the accident couldstill take him away from them if he had a seizure at the wrong time, in thewrong place.

Not tomention how helpless they’d felt when he’d collapsed in front of them with onlyhalf remembered first aid training to help them through it.

So now thetwins took it upon themselves to set up Dean’s medications and hound after himday after day to make sure he didn’t miss a dose. Things were even starting tolook up. He hadn’t had a seizure in over a month and the doctors had assuredDean that if he stabilized, he could be allowed to drive again.

Bobby wasanother matter. But things were improving. The twins both breathed a sigh ofrelief.

That morningstarted like any other. Jimmy got up first for his early shift. He grumbled andgroaned about it, but dragged himself out of bed eventually. 2 hours later,Dean was the next to get up. Cas burrowed into the blankets Dean draped overhim, suddenly cold without two living space heaters beside him, and dozed.

As usual,Dean came back into the room before he left to gently shake Cas more awake. “Upbabe, you said you have a deadline today, and if I don’t wake you up now, you’llsleep the whole day away.”

“Nnnn…Deaaaan…”Cas pouted sleepily.

“C’mon,sleepyhead,” Dean coaxed with a kiss. Cas hummed happily into it, sighing in disappointmentwhen it ended. “I’m only doing a half day today, so I’ll see you in a fewhours, okay?”

Withanother, last kiss, Dean left their apartment to make the walk down to Singers.Cas hoped the Doc gave the okay for Dean to drive soon. The weather was good enoughnow for making that walk – it wasgood for Dean, and he enjoyed it – but come winter, it would be hell.

He shuffledinto the kitchen and went about making coffee – which in this house and beingthe last awake generally meant just hitting the brew button and waiting becauseeither Dean or Jimmy had left it ready for him, his favorite mug already sat besideit.

This wasgood, because without coffee, Cas didn’t really function very well.

Which wasprobably why it took him so long to realize what he was actually seeing on thecounter. Dean’s mug, untouched beside his.

Dean’s meds.

They’dgotten him one of those weekly dose containers and one of the brothers wouldset it up at the end of every week. Here it was midweek – and only Monday hadbeen opened. Cas picked it up for a closer look, popping both Tuesday andWednesday open.

They werefull.

Dammit –they’d all agreed that the best place to leave pill container was by the coffeemachine because they were all addicts and needed their coffee to function.There was no way to miss it there. So why…? What had changed that Dean forgothis meds?

Cas’s eyeswidened.

Jimmy’sshift change.

With acurse, Cas dove into the bedroom and yanked on the first pair of jeans andshirt he saw – luckily he and Jimmy were the same size and Dean was only alittle bigger so it didn’t really matter - grabbed his keys and his wallet and ran forthe door. He shoved on his sneakers, not caring he was barefoot in them, thenpaused and ran back for Dean’s pills and his phone before running out the door,barely remembering to lock it.

On his wayto the car, he tried calling Jimmy first – but of course, he was working andunable to answer. He called Dean next, but when it went to voicemail, Cas’sheart leapt into his throat and he tossed the phone to the seat and started thecar.

He made itto Starbucks in record time and parked, running inside and skidding to a stopas he saw the knot of people hovering around something.

Oh god…

Castiel shovedhis way through the small crowd to find exactly what he feared. Dean on thefloor, a Styrofoam cup of coffee spilled around him as he convulsed. Tables andchairs had been shoved away, and Jimmy was trying to keep everyone back. Cas’shand came up cover his mouth as he made a strangled sound.

He ranthrough everything in his head – after Dean’s first seizure, he and Jimmy hadmade sure to learn everything possible just in case. It was heartbreakinglysimple and almost nothing they could actually do but what Jimmy was alreadydoing. He’d cleared the area, he was pillowing Dean’s head in his lap and hadalready unbuttoned Dean’s collars.

People from thecrowd were trying to offer unsolicited advice – all of which would bedetrimental to Dean. Restraining him, putting something in his mouth – these things,while you would think they would help – would actually do Dean more harm thangood. They couldn’t even give him his medicine until the seizure was overbecause he was more likely to choke that way.

Finally,Dean stopped moving. The crowd gasped in a mixture of horror and relief – not knowingfor certain if it was over or if it was over.Cas launched himself forward as soon as Jimmy gave him the all clear, Dean’spill case dropping from his hands as he reached out shakily to check for apulse.

Just as hefound it, Dean’s eyes fluttered open and the crowd cheered. He looked up at thetwins dazedly, “Guys? What’s goin’ on?”

“Dean, you…you…youidiot,” Cas choked out. Now that it was over, he had tears running down hisface.

“Uh…what’d Ido now?” Dean blinked, confused.

Cas couldn’ttalk anymore so Jimmy reached down to pick up the pills and hold them up beforeDean’s eyes. “Dude, we talked about this. Your meds are important. What if thishad happened while you were walking here, or while at Bobby’s? Not everyoneknows what to do when someone has a seizure – “

“What not to do might be more accurate,” Casmanaged.

Dean blinkedat the case without registering it for a moment before he finally got asheepish look on his face, “Oh. I guess I was too excited to come down here toget my coffee from you before work that I just…forgot. I’m sorry, I didn’t meanto scare you either of you.”

“Just, don’tdo it again, okay?” they asked him simultaneously.

Dean agreedjust as the EMT’s got there. After an extensive checking over of his vitals,and questions asked of both him and the twins, they pronounced him fine andadvised him not to forget his medications any more.

And to get amedical bracelet.

Deangrumbled but the twins thought it would be a good idea.

Needless tosay, after that bit of adventure, none of them were much in the mood or stateof mind to work. Dean wound up calling out of work (and Bobby didn’t argue),and Jimmy skipped out on the rest of his shift (his manager nearly shoving himout the door, for that matter) and the three of them went home and just curledaround each other in their giant bed, taking comfort in each other.

After theymade sure Dean took his meds, of course.

#ficlet #300 words or less #epileptic #prompt 30 #seizures #dcj #supernatural #thegrumpykale

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dustin-parrish-blog · 7 years

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Bonfires and Bros | Dustin & Noah

Date: 15/04/17

After the beach bonfire, a tipsy Dustin ends up running into the one college student he has been recently insulting via snapchat.

Sitting there in the warmth of the small fire the group of boys had created Noah couldn’t help but chuckle at his knuckleheaded friends. Their decision to forgo the large festival bonfire was probably a good one, as his friends started a drunken wrestling match a couple feet from their “camp” area. Standing up though Noah stretched the buzz of the alcohol tingling through his system. It was lucky that Marco lived close to the beach so they could just walk home and no one needed to be a Designated driver, but Noah still didn’t exactly want to over do it. Buzzed at the beach was nice, drunk however was not exactly. Plus he still had pesky doctors to contend with and a spring training to think about. Shaking it out of his head, Noah leaned over to pick up a few cans before Noah signaling to the group that he was going to go throw them away. Because the last thing they needed was an officer stumbling upon a delightful treasure trove of empty bottles and cans and try to arrest them for public intoxication or whatever. Trotting over though to the trash can Noah’s ears perked up, the last person he thought he’d see coming toward him in the darkness.

What an evening. After snapchatting the fire as most people had already gone, Dustin sat down for a second. It was kind of lonely now, but he didn't want to go home yet. He knew it was already past his curfew, but he was in no hurry to take his bike and drive back home already. The beach was so nice at this hour, and both his parents were working. He could always bribe Lea into not saying anything about being home late, anyway. Taking a sip from one of the bottles of beer that he'd managed to salvage, Dustin got up from the sand towards the side of the side of the beach. He kinda needed to pee, but he didn't want anyone to watch him or to get arrested for that. Walking around the beach looking for a remote spot, he noticed a person in front of a couple of trashcans. And that person looked oddly familiar. Making his way towards him, Dustin shot him a small wave with his hand. "Hi!" He looked just like he did in his snapchats. "Where did you come from, I didn't see you earlier at all!"

Looking over towards where he heard the voice call out, Noah wrinkled his brows slightly. The kid looked familiar, but for the life of him Noah could not place the face. Which was a bit unsettling because Noah had a really good memory for face and names. Nevertheless though he waved back. Because he wasn’t an absolute asshole. “I came from over there” Noah pointed their little set up, the chairs empty around the dying embers of a fire, most of the boys wrestling off to the side. “We decided to do our own thing tonight, save everyone the drunken college boy trouble” he said turning back to the boy. Standing there slightly awkwardly though Noah studied him a bit before it truly hit him where he knew this kid from. “Wait you’re the weird kid I talk to online all the time aren’t you?” Noah asked grinning slightly.

Dustin's eyes followed to where Noah was pointing. There was, indeed, a smaller fire, although it seemed to be dying down already. "I don't think anyone would have minded a couple of drunk college boys," Dustin pointed out, opening his mouth in offense at being called a kid. He didn't mind the weird part so much, no. He was certainly weird. But he wasn't a kid. "Teenager, thank you very much," Dustin replied and gave him a little glare. "But yup, that would be me. You're the guy who likes to take snapchats of his face and biceps, right?" Okay, so they were pretty biceps and a pretty face, but that didn't matter. It was still a little bigheaded.

“It depends, we can get, a bit, rowdy” Noah replied remembering plenty of the little tussles that he had been in and had to stop when the testosterone didn’t mix well with the alcohol. But all things considered everyone was good today, no fights not bloodshed, just laughter and fun. Crossing his arms in front of him though Noah pursed his lips. “Only when proving a point to someone who tries to pass off magazine pictures as his own body” he retorted with a huff, trying not to roll his eyes at the kid. Because it wasn’t like he started off sending those pictures, it just happened to be what the situation called for. “Like you may be a stick but you gotta be proud of your stick-ly-ness dude” he continued smiling at the little blonde. “Anyway though, what brings a teenager like yourself down this way.”

Dustin just shrugged. "I'm used to rowdy from growing up with satan," he told him, huffing at Noah's reply. "I knew very well when i sent them that you wouldn't believe them so you can't call it trying to pass them off," he retorted. "Remember, I sent that second snap from the magazine cover, revealing what I'd done." He didn't bother replying to the stick-ly-ness comment, he knew that he wasn't muscular, but Noah was dead wrong if he said it was something to be proud of. It wasn't. If he could change the size of his muscles, Dustin would do so in a heartbeat. "Uh, me? I was at the real bonfire but people left and I didn't wanna go home yet," he said, taking a sip from his almost empty bottle of beer. Tired of standing, he sat down in the sand.

“I can and I will. Considering you’ve done it what twice now?” Noah huffed right back not taking that as an excuse at all. Because you know if he didn’t want him to say that he probably shouldn’t keep doing that. Sensing the air start to deflate a little bit around the boy as he sat down, Noah nodded popping a squat right next to him. “Ahh ok. You ok though slugger?” Noah asked a pang of worry flashing over his face as he noticed the beer bottle. He wasn’t sure how many Dustin had had, and he seemed to carry a conversation ok, but Noah was anything if not overly cautions when it came to minors drinking. He himself you know having once been a minor drinking.

"Yeah, twice! Twice isn't many times," Dustin protested. "Besides, it's kinda like our own inside joke at this point, is it not?" he asked, glancing at the older boy. It was weird seeing him in the flesh after only seeing him on snapchat before. Who would have thought he'd run into him tonight? Especially after everyone else had left already. "Yeah, I'm good!" he said, smiling at him. "How are you doing, Noah?" he wanted to know. It was only polite, after all. Looking down, he started drawing patterns into the sand with his free hand. "This is nice. I should definitely come here more often," he mumbled.

“Twice is more than once, and we barely even started snapchatting” Noah countered with a small grin. The kid was not getting out of this that easily. Looking over at him though Noah bit his lip something about Dustin’s whole thing seeming kinda off? But then again Noah didn’t even know the kid so maybe this was normal? He had no idea. But asking was always good, and Noah was just buzzed enough that the words came freely/ “So I’m going to cut to the chase. Are you good as in I should walk you home to sleep it off good, or good as in ‘I’m fine Noah this is my first beer you need to chill’ good” Noah asked eyebrow raised, the ever watchful older… well former older brother in him wanting precise clarification before the panic actually set in. Or worse Noah thought he was ok and left him and he somehow ended up sleeping on the beach. “Because I’m the bit buzzed kinda good myself” He added hoping his honesty would help.

"Barely even started snapchatting?! We've had history, dude. I mean, a couple of days of history, but history nonetheless. You're hurting my feelings." Dustin gave him a small pout, then grinned at him. Bugging strangers was always something fun to do, but it almost felt like Noah wasn't actually a stranger. At the other boy's words, he frowned. He didn't need anyone to walk him home. "I'm fine, this is actually my first beer. I mean, the first beer I had alone, I stole some of Quinn's before as a woman stole mine after I could only have like two sips, she just told me that I looked to young to have beer." He frowned again. "Yeah, you're a bit buzzed? Is this your second beer? Or third?" he asked, starting to bounce his leg a little. He still really had to pee, but he was talking to Noah now.

“A history huh, wow” Noah huffed trying not to laugh a light hearted smile on his face. While it was a bit weird at times talking to Dustin, well it felt, it felt nice. And Noah knew it was kinda selfish of him to like talking to this boy. He had nothing to really offer after all but some kernels of wisdom the kid was most likely to ignore anyway. And that Jude shaped hole in his heart, yea it was never being replaced. Never. But sometimes he got glimpses of that small brown haired kid in others. Faint echoes that he couldn’t help but chase down. But that was enough introspection for the evening, especially since he knew, Dustin was not and would never be Jude. Listening through to the boy talk about his beers Noah frowned slightly. Sounded like he possibly maybe had 1 and a half beers? Maybe? Noah could exactly surmise the real number but he still thought with Dustin’s height and weight taken into effect the kid probably didn’t need any more. Which meant Noah should probably keep an eye on him for a bit just to be safe. “Um 5th actually.” he replied “Though I’m a bit bigger than you and I ate a meal before I started so that’s that” Noah shrugged. Yes he drank. A lot. And Yes, part werewolf body did weird things to his stamina and well stuff, but 5 was a nice respectable number. And as long as he did not have any more he’d be fine.

"A history, yes." Dustin gave him one energetic nod, crossing his arms over his chest. "There's no rule that history has to be ancient or anything, you know?" he said. He liked snapchatting Noah, and by now he was looking forward to getting his messages back. He knew other people, like his sister, had their friends to send snaps to. So he'd just have to do with strangers that he picked. And it wasn't like Noah couldn't block him if he didn't like his messages anymore. And so far he hadn't. He opened his mouth in surprise when Noah revealed that this was his 5th beer. He didn't even seem that drunk! "Wow, I feel lame now," he mumbled. "I mean, yeah, you might weigh a bit more but I'm the same height as you, or almost," he said, picking up his nearly empty bottle again, almost instinctively, taking the last sip. "Shit, when I had beer with Quinn, when I got to three beers, I could barely even stand," he said, tracing his memories back to that evening in January. "I mean, my legs weren't really working too well. How the hell are you able to walk a straight line?" He was still staring, seriously impressed. And maybe a little jealous.

“I guess that’s true,” Noah shrugged. He wasn’t about to argue the merits of longevity with a teenager. A tipsy teenager at that. Smiling though Noah felt a small pang of guilt as Dustin showed signs of feeling bad for being a lightweight. “Don’t, I’m 6 foot 200 pounds and an experienced drinker.” Noah replied with a smirk “And you not so much on a few of those. But you’ll get better, hopefully” He encouraged. Because Dustin would, possibly, or he could just be a lightweight his whole life but that was not something he was going to tell the tiny babe. Especially when it seemed to be striking a small chord with the other boy. Letting his legs stretch out though Noah took a deep breath. “Food.” he replied as if it was really that simple. Which actually it could be, he still had really no idea which parts operated as human and which didn’t, everything seeming to fluctuate half of the time. “So I ate before I started drinking, and I try to drink water while I do, it helps with the hangovers. Plus it was my turn to be the semi-sober voice of reason.” He nodded to the pile of boys still laughing and wrestling in the sand.

Dustin tilted his head a little. "Are you even 21 yet?" he asked, concerning the experienced drinker comment. If Noah had told him his age before, he'd forgotten it. The only thing he did know was that he was in college, so a good bit older than him. "Oh right," he said. Despite there being a BBQ at the beach, he really hadn't had any food even though he'd planned on it. It just would have felt too weird eating grilled steaks after some man had accidentally stepped into the fire. A bit morbid, maybe. "I did not have food," he admitted. "But I can definitely hold more than one and a half beers. So I can prove that to you if you let me," he said, giving him a wide smile. Shifting a little, he bounced his leg a bit more. "Those your friends?" he asked when he saw the boys wrestle in the sand. "Or college buddies?"

“About to turn 22 actually, but thanks for being concerned buddy” Noah patted his head with a smirk. He knew what Dustin had been trying to ask, how can you be experienced if you’re barely legal? Well it’s easy if you start when you are 14 and grieving for a life you can’t have back again. But that was a rabbit hole for another time. Rolling his eyes though at the boy and his need to prove to Noah that he could hold his liquor Noah shot him a glance. “Easy there slugger, no need to prove anything to me, especially since you are underage” He nudged the boys shoulder lightly. Noah should probably get him some food somewhere, just in case. “And Both. The smaller blonde one is Justin,” He pointed toward the wrestling group “the giant half asian one is Ross and the mexican one laying spread eagle next to them looking drunk out of his mind is Marco. Ross is a linebacker on the football team with me, Marco is in my major, and Justin is… well. We don’t actually know where he came from, just that he’s part of our group now” Noah chuckled out.

Dustin pouted a little, the gesture of Noah patting his head felt a bit condescending. Like he was a small kid that Noah was talking to just because he was a nice person. "When do you turn 22?" he asked him. "I will turn seventeen in the summer," he added, sort of randomly. He wasn't that much younger than Noah after all. He was almost in his last year of high school. "I know I don't need to, but maybe I want to," he protested. "But fine, be rude, don't offer your guest something to drink." He gave him a small smile, although he was thinking. Was Noah not giving him alcohol because he was generally against helping minors drink? That was a little unfair, especially since it had seemed like he himself had started before the age of 21. "Did you know that in Germany, you can drink at the age of 16?" he asked. "Therefore I am perfectly legal in Germany." He watched the guys, Noah's friends, for a few seconds. What was it like to have more than one friend? Like a group of buddies you could all hang out with? Despite those thoughts, Dustin chuckled when Noah mentioned Justin. "Sounds ominous," he said. "Do you think they're cool with you talking to me? Or do they think I'm stealing away their best buddy?"

“Two weeks” Noah nodded loving the way Dustin seemed to bristle under the head pat. It was so fun messing with people like this sometimes he just couldn’t help it. “And awesome. Still young but awesome” Noah stuck out his tongue at the boy. Oh to be 17 again. Trying to prove you could hold your liquor like the rest of them. Looking over at the blonde haired boy he nodded “I did not know that. But it still negates the fact that I am going to be giving you beer. You have not had food, it’s already pretty late, and I am not that much of a bad influence.” Noah rattled off hoping those reasons would suffice for Dustin. Because it wasn’t that Noah cared that he was underage he cared about Dustin as a person. And Noah would be a shit friend if he let the kid just down another beer or two to prove a point without being responsible about it. Looking over at the trio though Noah chuckled “They probably have barely registered I’ve left to be honest. Ross is too focused on trying to teach justin how to get out of various wrestling moves, and marco is probably too drunk to care. Which is probably not so good considering we’re all supposed to crash at his place tonight, but I’ll get some more food and water in him before long.”

Dustin made a mental note of that, although two weeks was still kind of vague. Two weeks could be thirteen days or fifteen days or fourteen days, and so he still wouldn't know when to send him a happy birthday snap. "Don't call me young!" he whined. "I'm ancient, clearly. Look, I've even got some grey hairs." He pulled at one of his hairs which was a bit more blonde than the rest from the sun. "Urgh," Dustin complained, although maybe drinking another beer really wouldn't be a good idea. "But okay. I accept that. Under one condition." He smiled at him, wide enough he was sure his dimples were showing. "You need to buy me some beers another time. Deal?" he asked, hoping that Noah would say yes. And maybe it was getting late, though he was sure his parents were still working. This was the reason he'd come to the bonfire in the first place. So at some point soon he needed to say goodbye, find a place to relieve himself and then ride his bike home. But when would be the next opportunity he could talk to a guy from college? A nice guy from college who actually seemed to not hate talking to him? "Why is that not good, can't you crash at his place even when he's drunk?" Dustin wondered, burying his hands in the sand, bouncing his legs a bit more before unburying his hand and flicking some sand at Noah with his finger.

“I believe that’s called platinum blond and not gray kiddo.” Noah chuckled out, wondering how in the hell a kid his age would even get gray hair. I mean he figured it was possible, but that was definitely not what was happening with Dustin’s hair at the moment. No little dimpled Dustin was currently trying to swindle him out of a future beer, which while he did not find too amusing outwardly he had to give the kid a few props for. “And I will not verbally promise to buy an underage minor alcoholic beverages,” He started looking over at the boy gaze serious as a heart attack “But I might turn away while you drink one of mine next time I have a 6 pack or something.” He continued smiling softly at him. Because yea sure ok, Noah was a softly alright. Plus he remembered what it was like to be 17 after all, and if Dustin was going to drink Noah would rather have him drinking around more experienced adults. Namely, himself. Well and possibly some of the tamer of his friends who would be good to a little guy like Dustin. Letting his mind wander though back to the crisis at hand. “We can, but I would rather not have to break in if he loses his keys.” Noah stated calmly, taking a handful of sand and just casually dumping it on Dustin’s shoe “ Or the three of us lay there awkwardly on the living room floor getting death glares from his crazy insomniac of a roommate while he’s passed the fuck out on the couch.”

Dustin wasn't sure what he should be more offended about, the insinuation that his hair was platinum blond or the fact that Noah had just called him kiddo. Which was honestly even worse than "kid". "Do I look like Draco Fucking Malfoy to you?" he asked, indignantly. "I'm not platinum blond! This is a natural blond, not some overly bright fake colour," he told him, lips forming a pout when he refused to promise to buy him beer another time. "Fine. You can just give me one or two beers of your sixpack, that is a good deal. Like, right now?" he asked, figuring it couldn't hurt to try again. His own beer was empty and he kind of wanted to know what it was like to drink with a college student. "You should just take his keys from him now before he gets drunk then," Dustin suggested. "That way he can't actually lose them and you don't have to break in."

“Well we know you aren’t a Weasley that’s for sure” Noah fired back with a grin. He had no idea what had Dustin so riled up but he liked it. Or rather he liked that he was the one to get a rise out of him over something so small. “I do not have any more beers tonight. And I will not be letting you proposition one of the other boys for alcohol so maybe next time” Noah said curtly, hoping that Dustin was smart enough to know that it was just not going to happen tonight bro. Glancing back at his friends however Noah nodded. “Not a bad idea, though he is already drunk so that might prove a bit more difficult, but I’m sure I can manage”

Dustin gave him a look. "Yeah, no thank you, I don't want to be a Weasley. I'm not sure ginger is the most attractive hair colour for guys," he told Noah. For a moment, he wondered if maybe he should try approaching one of Noah's friends and ask them for a beer, but on the other hand he didn't want him to get angry at him or his friends to make fun of him for trying. "Would they make fun of you for talking to me right now?" he wondered. "I mean, talking to someone from high school isn't the coolest activity for a college student," he said. "And come on, I'm sure you can get them from him." He leaned forward a little, leg bouncing. It was getting pretty cold and he could feel himself start to shiver.

“Depends on the guy” Noah replied with a shrug before the gravity of what he had said fully sunk in. And he could feel his heart racing wondering if the subtlety of the comment had reached Dustin. Or it it wasn’t that big of a deal. Because it shouldn’t be that big of a deal. But he was a jock after all, and jocks don’t say those things. Shaking it off though Noah clear his throat a little hoping Dustin would just let him continue on without too much analyzation. “Depends, but they probably wouldn’t. They know I’ve” Noah trailed off somehow unable to say the phrase ‘they know I’ve lost my little brother’ out loud, even after all these years. Shaking it off Noah dipped his fingers back into the sand thankful for something to take his mind off of everything. “Yea i probably can,” He said quietly still looking at the sand below him.

"Wait, really?" Dustin asked, frowning. "You know attractive red-haired guys? I can't believe that," he said. The Weasleys and Ed Sheeran just weren't his type at all. "I think that brunettes are actually far-better looking," he mumbled without much thinking about his words, a small smile on his lips. It was the truth after all. He started moving sand back and forth with the sole of his shoe, trying to build a small road out of sand. Confused, he moved his head to glance back at Noah. "They know you've what?" he wanted to know. That sentence had not been finished and he did not know how it was supposed to end. What did they know about Noah and what did it have to do with him? He was curious now, damn curious.

“You don’t?” Noah joked with a small laugh not really even knowing how they got on this topic of conversation. Ok that was a lie, he knew exactly how they got here, with each person saying stuff they didn’t exactly want the other person to know and both slightly embarrassed about different things. Looking down at his knees though as Dustin asked the question Noah didn’t want him to ask. “I lost my little brother 7 years ago. He would have been around your age.” Noah quipped without any hint of emotion, as he let a handful of sand fall through his fingers. “I also work with high school and middle school kids during the summer, coaching and stuff” He continued with a clear of his throat hoping that if he just kept talking the topic of Jude would just disappear. Even after he was the one who kinda brought it up “Plus they’re not assholes who would make fun of me for merely talking to someone so there’s that too.”

"Of course I don't! There's not exactly many red-headed guys in this town, especially ones that are attractive," Dustin replied, chuckling a little. Okay, so this didn't necessarily mean that Noah knew he probably wasn't one-hundred percent straight. Guys could see when other guys were attractive without being sexually attracted to them. So this wasn't awkward. Not at all. "Shit," he said, completely taken aback by Noah's next words, moving his head to look at him. That was horrible... 7 years ago, around his age... he'd likely been around 9 or 10 years old. "I'm sorry," he added, a big frown on his face. What would it be like if his sister died? Fuck, he couldn't imagine. "Yeah, okay," he said, not sure what he even could say after Noah had brought up his little brother. Everything that came to mind just sounded insensitive. He wasn't good at talking about things like this, at saying the right thing. "I'm glad your friends aren't assholes," was what he finally settled on.

And there it was the weird pause, and expletive, and then an apology. No one ever knew what to say. Because really what did you say to something like that. And what the fuck did he say back? Thanks? Like none of it was Dustin’s fault there was no reason why he should be apologizing and just, that whole custom made Noah feel so awkward and just. Yea. “It’s cool.” Noah whispered out before realizing that was the stupidest thing he could ever had said “I mean, It’s not cool” He continued letting more sand slip between his fingers. “But. I’ve-I’ve had 7 years to figure out how to deal with it so it’s not like that big of a” Noah paused a non-committal shrug upon his shoulders. And this was why he didn’t talk about Jude or his parents. Because it made things awkward, and he didn’t know how to successfully convey his feelings about it. Because it sucked yea It really sucked. But it was the life he had had to live for years now, and he had never been a pity me kind of person. Luckily for the both of them though Dustin helped him out a little with the subject change bringing it back to the real subject. “Yea me too. I mean don’t get me wrong, they are assholes in lots of other ways but, not on things like that” He smiled softly at the other boy hoping that this would be a better subject for the both of them.

Dustin nodded, awkwardly staring at the other boy as he told him that it was "cool". "I get what you mean," Dustin said, because of course Noah didn't think it was really cool. What he had meant to say was probably that it did not matter, that he did not want to talk about it now. Or that he did not need the sympathy. He just didn't know what to say to comfort people. Usually, what he did when someone was sad was he preferred to give them a hug, but he did not want to make things more awkward than they already were. He didn't really think that 7 years was enough time to figure out how to deal with it though. Could you even deal with something like that? How did that even work? Honestly, he was more than relieved when Noah changed the topic. "Oh, yeah, I get that," he said, nodding, even though he didn't really get it. "I mean, still, even if they're assholes sometimes, it must be cool to have a squad like that."

Sighing slightly as the two settled into that kinda uncomfortable silence place Noah let Dustin speak first which was probably good, the kids focusing more on the other thing they were talking about. “Yup,” Noah nodded smiling to himself as he looked over at the three idiots in the sand “There’s just something about having people that will ride or die for you. It helps you know” He continued burying his hand in the sand again. The coolness was nice on his skin, making him feel a bit more grounded than he usually did after admitting to having a dead family member. “You have a crew like that?” He asked pouring the sand out upon Dustin’s shoe again, waiting for the other boy to notice. “Actually speaking of crew” Noah started looking around the blonde boy, realizing that after all this time he had not seen anyone come looking for him or anything like that “Where are you supposed to be?” He questioned becoming slightly concerned for Dustin’s wellbeing again

Listening to Noah speak about what it was to have people ride or die for you, Dustin wondered what that felt like. He'd never had the normal high school experience of having a group of close friends who used to hang out together both at school and at home and other places. His sister did, and she seemed very happy with her friends. "Uh, no," Dustin mumbled, shaking his head. "No crew for me." He was definitely friendly with some people at school, but none of them were interested in becoming more than the person he would say hi to in the hallways. There was Quinn, of course, but he was a new addition to his life and things were different. Watching Noah pour some sand onto his shoe, he opened his mouth in protest, retaliating by pouring some on Noah's arm. "Um, technically? At home." He didn't know how late it was, but he would bet it was past his curfew. "But my parents won't be home until super late and I can usually bribe my sister to keep her mouth shut." He shivered a little, it was a bit cold and he probably should actually get home. But he needed to drive his bike and that would take /ages/ and he was getting tired and he still had to pee. Which was why he made the decision that his parents, were they there, probably would have yelled at him for. "Um, do you have a car?" he asked Noah, giving him a sheepish smile.

Looking at Dustin Noah had to bite back a frown. No crew? Why anyone would turn down a chance to hang out with this kid was past him, but he’d get there eventually. Not everyone peaked in high school after all. “You’ll find some in college I’m sure of it.” He replied tousling the blond’s hair with a laugh. Because yea, someone like Dustin might not be as popular in high school as other but in college, he’d fit right on in. With someone at least. Flicking his arm slightly to get some of the sand off, grinning like a mad man Noah almost didn’t catch Dustin’s reply to his question, too busy scooping up sand and depositing it on Dustin’s crotch. “Oh ok, well you should probably get home irregardless. Siblings only hold out for so long” He stated before taking out his phone. Yikes it was later than he thought. “Yea I have a truck but it’s not here because we all walked, you know responsible adults and such” He continued still holding his phone “But I can call you an uber if you want though.”

In a way, Dustin hated admitting that he didn't have his own squad. Because everyone else he knew did have one. It had always been a little weird to have Lea bring back her friends for a sleepover while he was next door, playing video games on his own. But then he'd met Quinn, and the other boy didn't have a group of friends from school either, so it was fine. Until now that Noah sort of reminded him that maybe, it was very lame to only have one real friend. That he was missing out on a lot. "Yeah, probably," he shrugged, because that was unlikely. He let Noah tousle his hair, to be honest, it felt kind of nice. He hit him in the arm when he poured the sand on top of his crotch though, and then ultimately did the same to him. Yes, he was unoriginal as hell. He bit his lip. An uber would definitely bring him home quicker than his bike. But he didn't want to pay for that. "Nah, it's alright, besides, I need to get my bike home," he said. "And I'll make it home okay."

“Well that did not sound convincing” Noah chided bumping the other boy’s shoulder as they engaged in a sand battle. And while it was a bit stupid he was happy that the sadness of his confession mixed in with the sadness of Dustin’s confession didn’t linger, and instead each of them found solace in messing with the other. Like brothers would. Which speaking brothers Noah looked at the other eyes locked in a serious stare “Not by yourself you aren’t.” He countered sternly, because he definitely was not letting some tipsy kid bike home by himself without a helmet no less. Like that just screamed recipe for some sort of disaster, like a tree branch to the face for instance, which was totally not a thing that had happened to him before. Not at all. “Here, I’ll tell you what, I’ll gather the boys and we’ll walk you.” He stated pulling himself into a standing position as he glanced over toward the knuckle heads further on the beach still chilling and laughing their heads off. “Marco probably needs some air before we go home anyway” He smiled at Dustin.

"I mean, I can't exactly predict what's going to happen to me in college," Dustin replied. "I'm not psychic or anything." No, he was just a healer. A magical healer. But he couldn't tell Noah. Or anyone. "Um, I've gone home by myself before," he said, frowning when Noah told him his plan. So while it would have been pretty cool to walk home with Noah, having a couple of drunk college students tag along would mean that it would take a lot longer to reach his house - he didn't exactly live very close to the beach. And no matter how many times Noah said that they wouldn't make fun of him for talking to a 16-year-old, he wasn't completely convinced. What if he completely embarrassed himself in front of them? Said the wrong thing? What if he was just too boring? Besides, having Noah's cool friends tag alone would mean that he definitely wouldn't get the opportunity to relieve himself somewhere along the way. Damn. "Yeah, okay," Dustin finally said, shooting Noah a smile as he got up from the sand. He wasn't about to say no to Noah.

“Well you’re right on that front” Noah nodded in agreement, reminiscing slightly about his experiences so far. Yea he definitely was not the same person now that he was when he first started as a lowly freshman 3 years ago. “But that’s the beauty of it.” He continued looking down at Dustin with a smile “there is a whole world out there and tons of new people to meet. So trust me you’ll do fine” He said with an air of finality, punctuating everything with a another ruffle of younger boy’s fair hair. Getting the green light though Noah could feel the happiness start to swell inside of him. “Awesome I’ll go get them then.” Noah said taking a few steps forward before turning back toward the younger boy “But prepare yourself, because Ross is a hugger” He winked at Dustin, already picturing the 6’3 half Asian quarterback coming over and accidentally smothering the poor boy with affection. Yea this was going to be a fun walk.

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‘Razgovor’ is very, very dear to my heart. The number is the cutest, it’s pretty much a Shaw-centric episodes with flashbacks to her cute-ass 8 year old self, we see a big bad being bigger and badder, Joss Carter continues to be a boss ass bitch, and the ending is very promising. An A+ episode to make up for the blegh-ness that was the last one.

I have watched the whole show before, so SPOILERS MIGHT HAPPEN. Big spoilers will be blanked out but references and irrelevant spoilers are going to be out in the open.

We start off at the tail end of a previous case again. This time, Shaw saves a paramedic’s life and leaves before he says thank you. Harold is concerned about her bedside manner. LOL Harry, no one cares.

We then jump to Carter’s side project, which has been to follow and investigate HR. She hears Simmons talk about a big meeting between the Russians and the boss of HR, who we know is Quinn, but she doesn’t. And then she sees someone sneaking up on her. It’s John. Carter: John, one of these days, I’m just gonna shoot you. John: I get that a lot.

John was following her following HR, and has known about her side project for a while now. He asks if she needs help, she says not yet, and they have a beer. This might seem small, but the writers could have played that as a big reveal/surprise that John was completely unaware of (which would be unlikely in my opinion, and too much work), or a condescending (and hypocritical as hell) moment of John telling Joss not to do it, or whatever, but they did not. John trusts Carter, and he is there for her. The number of the week is that of Genrika Zhirova, an 8yo immigrant who lives with her cousin after her mom was arrested and her grandpa died, and who is training to be an international spy. Some people are trying to kidnap and kill her, and Shaw is not as kind and bubbly or whatever as Harold would like. He doesn’t trust her yet and I get that, but also, she’s done this kind of work before, Harold, and she doesn’t need to be perky to do it well. Chill the fuck down.

[1993] There is a bad car crash, with a dead father and a scared child in the backseat. The firefighter asks for her name. Sameen. She asks about her dad. “Hang on, kiddo. I’m coming to you”, the dude says.

Sameen and Gen need to hide out and wait for John, and Gen, spy that she is, is trying to get intel on Shaw and what she does. She’s pretty good. Shaw tells her she doesn’t know what they do exactly, and honestly, she’s mostly in it for the dog.

Gen takes Shaw to her listening station, where we learn she has a bunch of apartments wire-tapped, which may be why the Russians are after her. They bond over being spies, and Gen asks Sameen why is she “like this” (as in, not flinching, acting very stoic, not being too good with emotions). Shaw: You know that thing that made you flinch? I don’t get that. Gen: You don’t get scared? Shaw: Or sad. Or happy, or lonely. I do angry okay, but that’s about it. She tells Gen it’s been that way as long as she can remember, and that she was about Gen’s age when she realized there was something different about her.

I dig that they brought up Shaw’s ASPD again. From her intro episode alone, we had no way of knowing if that was just a comment she made, or a thing the writers were going to play as “ha ha she is quirky and rude” trash. But here, a bunch of episodes later, she gets the chance to explain some of it herself, and we get some flashbacks. So I like it because they fleshed her out a bit more in this regard, but also that they didn’t make her personality disorder the central thing about her, because they let us know her in other ways first too. That said I don’t have ASPD so, maybe this is terrible to y’all in ways I don’t see at all. If you feel like commenting, I would love to know your thoughts.

The Russians poison the air where Shaw and Gen are so they need to run, and cover their mouths in the meantime. So Sameen rips her fucking sleeves off. Now, a shittier show would have taken this opportunity to do some fan service, by having her take her shirt off or something. But no! Instead they took the chance to make her more baddass, and did a different kind of fan service, a much more gay one, in my opinion. The bad guys still capture Gen, though, and shoot Shaw in the shoulder.

[1993] The firefighter chats with Sameen. She tells him that his dad is military so they move around a lot. (And Shaw recognized Gen’s number as a temporary immigrant one, possibly foreshadowing the later reveal that her mom was an immigrant or refugee. Ya learn somethin’ new every day.)

Shaw knocks out the guy who tried to kidnap her, and puts some construction tape over her wound (does this actually serve any purpose other than looking unexpectedly hot??). Harold asks her to please go to a doctor, that they’ll handle the case. She thinks she is being punished for not protecting Gen well enough. My heart is melting and oozing out of my body as I type.

Shaw does angry okay, indeed. She figures Gen’s cousin had something to do with her kidnapping, so she goes and questions him, and then shoots him in the knee. She is bleeding and ready to fight and I’m extremely turned on right now.

Here is a small collage of Shaw being hot in this episode (You’re welcome.):

Thanks to Gen’s tapes, and John tracking one of the kidnappers, they realize it was HR who took Gen, with the help of the Russians. They are making and dealing drugs, and Gen had proof.

[1993] The firefighter is terrible at giving children bad news. He says some bullshit about people falling asleep and not waking up, and so Sameen asks if what he means is that her dad is dead. The dude confirms, and she takes in the info, realizes she is hungry, and asks for a sandwich. He looks mildly horrified, like he’s never been made aware that different people have different responses to death, and different emotional ranges. He then tells his firefighter buddies how there must be something wrong with her, within earshot of her. What a tool.

(Quick moment to appreciate another classic Reese stunt: they’re interrogating one of the kidnappers, who has a tremor, and he puts some liquid balancing on his hand, telling him it’s highly unstable. After getting what he needs, John leaves the guy there, with the unstable liquid. Except, it’s actually just corn syrup. I live for this shit where John just trolls the bad guys, I swear. )

Shaw continues to be ready to kill everyone, and she tracks down Yogorov. He doesn’t know all that much. Because “cops might kill a kid, my people have standards”. That’s real, ’cause #ACAB #fuckthepolice etc. Side note, Yogorov is kind of hot? Like, I wouldn’t kick him outta bed.

But Shaw is way hotter, asking him all these medical questions that make no sense except if she wanted to… Yup! She is gonna plug herself in and get a blood transfusion from Yogorov, right then and there. She also gets Simmons on the phone, and asks for Gen. Shaw: Hang on, kiddo. I’m coming for you.

Shaw demands Harold to give her the tapes, unless he has a better idea. Which he does.

On another end of things, Laskey asks Carter if they can talk about a problem he is having, in private. He asks about her secret meetings and secret friends, and she calls him out on being a mole for HR. That’s right! Y’all think the queen of my heart didn’t know? Psht. And before Laskey’s dirty cop friend can shoot her, she shoots his ass dead. With Laskey’s illegal New Jersey gun, no less.

I’m so gay.

Carter: You don’t work for HR anymore, son. You work for me now. Oooooh shit. You thought you were in charge, sweet summer child? (Boss Ass Bitch plays in the background. As usual.) Back to the case, Harold has a better idea than to trade Gen for the tapes incriminating HR. Carter and John gave Laskey bad intel, driving Simmons and most of the troops away from the girl, thinking they were going to ambush the Man in the Suit, and get the tapes. Instead, Harold keeps the tapes, and John kneecaps most cops until the only one left is Simmons. They both drop the guns and fist-fight, which I don’t understand the point of, besides weird masculinity rituals. And maybe to showcase to us that Simmons can hold his own, indirectly signaling (with this, and his willingness to kill a little girl) that he is a much worthier, scarier opponent than we thought? Meanwhile, Shaw, ready to shoot everyone, gets to shoot a couple people at the drug lab where Gen is. And she rescues her! #SpyGirlSolidarity And then Harold and Sameen blow up their lab, ’cause, y’know, they were in the neighborhood.

Shaw takes Gen to a new fancy school, and Gen gives Shaw a badge that belonged to her grandpa. Gen: I know it won’t mean much to you, but it will mean a lot to me that you have it. Shaw: I’m just not wired for this kind of stuff, kid. Gen: I know. I figured you out. It’s not that you don’t have feelings. It’s just like, the volume’s turned way down. Like the sound on an old tape.

I am dying. I am dead. I just… I’m dead now. And I want to hug both of them super tight and never let go. I want to adopt both Bear and Gen and move into a big house with my wife and my children. Anyhoo… Ooof. That was a good episode, eh? But wait. We’re not done here. We go take a look at Shaw’s bedroom that night. Gen’s gift is on her nightstand. She is so beautiful, so precious. But that’s not the point. She opens her eyes and sees… Root! Looking at Shaw sleep! Like the creepy-ass lesbian that she is.

“Did you miss me?

Heck yes, we did. And we are ready. So ready.

Today I (re)watch: Person of Interest, 3.05 'Razgovor' is very, very dear to my heart. The number is the cutest, it's pretty much a Shaw-centric episodes with flashbacks to her cute-ass 8 year old self, we see a big bad being bigger and badder, Joss Carter continues to be a boss ass bitch, and the ending is very promising.

#Genrika Zhirova #HR #Joss Carter is a boss ass bitch #Person of Interest #POI season 3 #POI3X05 #Razgovor #Sameen flashbacks #Sameen Shaw

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