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izubabes · 2 years

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Hello! I recently discovered your works and I'm very much enjoying your TR fics, not that Kokonoi one though that shit hurts 🥲

Anyways! I decided to drop a request here if you don't mind.

Okay so Haitani bros who grew up with a girl older than them for a few years. The two always liked her by a lot that on the her birthday, the young brothers made her promise to be their wife by the time they all reached the right age, to her, it was all but a silly promise kids tend to make that never truly happens but little did she knows, the two are dead serious about the promise they made.

I would prefer if this was made in Bonten timeline but you're free to choose either way! If you do write smut then I would totally down for that otherwise I'll still very much enjoy it with or without smut. The concept is kinda yandere-ish so if you're not comfortable at writing that then just ignore that hihi.

But again if you overall just didn't like this idea you're free to ignore it 😂

𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞’𝐬 𝐀 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝!

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐑��𝐧, 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧!𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝: 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬… 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲’𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭.

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲! 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 𝐢𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐…?

PAST TIMELINE: Roppongi District, Minato, Japan.

The Haitani Brothers. Roppongi’s local celebrities for all the wrong reasons. They ruled the district with an iron fist, stomping out insubordination and disrespect with no mercy. Ran and Rindou answer to no one, they fear no one, they are the law, they sit on an unshakable throne built out of charisma and tenaciousness.

The flickering streetlights illuminated the alleyway the brothers found themselves in, beer cans and trash bags littered the area rattling in the wake of an aggravated assault. The rain poured down on the boys, soaking their clothes in icy droplets while rinsing away the drops of warm blood trailing down their faces. Rindou dug his heel into his unlucky victim's back, the bloodied man's shrieks falling as a symphony on his ears. “Next time I catch you in our terf, I’ll break more than just your arm. Understand?"

"Hey, Haitani!"

Ran's attentive gaze flickered from his brother to the figure approaching in the distance, annoyance quickly replacing the amused expression on his face. It was surely another idiot who was looking to have his ass beat tonight. "Who the fuck do ya think you're talking to— oh shit."

Correction: They only fear one person, a girl to be specific. The love of their lives, Y/N L/N.

"What did I tell you both about starting fights!?" The blazing flames of hell could be seen swirling in your eyes as Ran muttered a prayer for mercy. The menacing stomps of your colorful rainboots echoed in the alleyway, growing louder as you approach the pair, examining the bloody scene ahead. You glanced over at the confused victim, offering them an apologetic hand, noting the way he flinched at your action. "Go home, sorry about them."

The stranger weakly took your hand, too dazed to question where you appeared from. Ran and Rindou stood still in the background, too stunned to speak a word against you nor to continue their earlier assault. He clutched his injured arm, sparing the brothers one last glance before quietly limping away. "Thank you, Miss..."

"The hell, no fair! That bastard was the one that started it," Ran spat out before you began dragging him out from the disgusting alley by gripping one of his disheveled braids. The bone-chilling sound of police sirens could be heard in the distance causing you to quicken your pace. "Ouch! That fuckin' hurts, Y/N!"

"Quit complaining, Ran." You snapped, not in the mood to spend hours at the police station. A muffled fit of giggles could be heard from behind, you turned on your heel and narrowed your eyes on the younger Haitani, who was quietly enjoying the fact his brother was getting chewed out. "Get your sorry ass over here, Rin-Rin. I'm not done scolding you yet."

The tone in your voice caused his blood to freeze, becoming replaced with a submissive aura. He trailed behind you just like a puppy, refusing invoke more of your wrath. "Yes ma'am!"

The Haitanis had always regarded you as their best friend, the strict older sister they never had, their protective guardian angel who bailed them out of the police station on multiple occasions. Home was always anywhere with you. They loved the way you always greeted them with an ethereal kindness and open arms.

You were always there to patch up their wounds after a fight, not letting them escape without a harsh lecture. Cooking them meals after finding our they never ate properly, instead relying on convenience store snacks and instant ramen to fill their withering stomachs. The admiration soon into infatuation which then developed into love. An insatiable type of love they constantly reminded you of anytime they had the chance to express it.

Ran always wiped your tears away whenever you cried over another boy who stood you up. Rindou secretly planned to jump the ungrateful fucker while reassuring you that everything would be okay. The brothers would go to the ends of the earth in order to keep the smile on your face consistent — it was their reason for living and waking up each day. You would always repay their kindness by keeping them out of trouble, or at least you tried to.

PAST TIMELINE: Roppongi District, L/N Residence.

[Ran Haitani: 14] [Rindou Haitani: 13] [Y/N L/N: 17]

“Happy Birthday, Y/N!" Ran barged into your decorated room, suffocating you under his tight embrace, the angelic warmth radiating from your body made his head spin in delight. He never understood the concept of personal space when it came to you, he practically wanted you glued to his side. “You're one year closer to death, gorgeous.”

"You're such a sadist,” You groaned, lightly pushing him away as a tiny pout crept up his lips. You poked his cheek, signaling your need for his sudden attention. "Thank you, though.”

Rindou stumbled into the room soon after, frilly giftbags occupying his hands as he glared daggers into Ran's back. He had purposefully left him behind in order to be the first one to greet you on your special day. "Why did I have to carry all this shit upstairs, Ran? Oh, happy birthday, Y/N."

“Because you’re too slow.” Ran grinned, plopping his present into your lap first, violet irises eagerly watching the way you admired the glittery packaging. "Open it, c’mon don't be shy."

Ran gifted you the glamorous hairpin you had been eyeing on an outing, the price was outrageous, but his sneaky fingers made it completely free. He knew it would look absolutely lovely in your hair, pairing perfectly with the gorgeous yukata you bought for the upcoming fireworks festival. It would be there that Ran would confess his feelings to you for the millionth time, pleading for you to become his and his alone.

“I’m assuming this is for a special someone, young man?”

“Something like that…”

Rindou’s gift was a popular plushie set he courageously battled a ferocious group of mothers for at the toy store. He knew you had scouted out all of Roppongi's shopping centers in search of them even deciding to risk your life in the sketchier areas of the district despite his warning to avoid the location.

“Hand it over, old hag! I got places to be.”

“You disrespectful brat…”

Did he break his glasses during the ongoing chaos? Yes, but it was worth the endless amount of praise and hugs he received from you.

“Aw, you guys are so sweet!" You squealed, placing a sweet kiss on each of their cheeks. The siblings' brains short-circuited at the affection; your gentle kisses were a once-in-a-lifetime event, the last time you had done that was when they had been released from the hospital after a particularly nasty fight a couple years ago. "Uh... are you two okay?"

"I want you to marry me," Rindou blurted out, deciding to put his feelings on full display and shoot his shot, ignoring the fact that his face was on fire. Ran choked on his spit, panicking over the fact his brother had finally made a bold attempt at expressing his love.

You stared at the younger Haitani is disbelief, a nervous chuckle escaping your lips. He was never one to joke about something as serious as marriage. Hell, he was too shy to ask to hold your hand despite the countless times Ran had done so. "Slow down, Rin. I'm three years older than you. You still have some growing up to do!"

"I can wait!" He stated, engulfing your hands with his own. His orchid irises pierced your soul, an unwavering amount of determination reflecting from them. He needed to hear you say something, any kind of confirmation would do. “Can you wait for me, please?”

You ruffled his hair, ignoring his protests to quit it knowing he secretly enjoyed the attention. Rindou’s heart rate sped up at your following words. “Stay out of juvie, Rin-Rin. Once you’re taller than me, maybe we can get married, okay?”

Ran scoffed, offended at the fact you were indulging his younger brother's fantasy. His hand reached out to tilt your gaze in his direction, jealously oozing from his voice. "What about me? I confessed to you over a year ago!"

You sighed, flicking the older Haitani’s forehead, an inaudible curse slipping past his lips. “Ran, you were literally covered in blood and bruises while passing out on my doorstep… I was sure you were delusional.” Rindou snickered, elbowing his older sibling in the ribs to his amusement. "I remember that, bro. You kept calling her ‘mommy’, it was hilarious.”

“So? I still meant it.” He grumbled under his breath, trailing back as soon as he realized what he said. "Not the mommy thing! You're gonna be my hot wifey, I can see it now."

Rindou snaked his hands around your waist, pulling you into his arms, asserting his possessiveness over the girl in question. After pouring his heart out to you, embarrassment was the last thing clouding his mind. “That’s not fair, Ran. I asked her first.”

Ran smirked, deciding to escalate the situation by pushing Rindou out of your shared embrace. He peered down at his brother with a smug smile, pressing a lingering kiss on your cheek. “She’s going to marry me, I’m the oldest.”

“Oh, fuck you!” Rindou pulled on Ran's braids while they both tumbled onto the floor, cursing each other out. The insults grew more and more crude by the second, Rindou calling Ran out on his tiny dick while the latter commented on the fact he’s never seen a pair of boobs before. Each one argued that they would be the one putting a ring on your finger while the losing brother would watch from the sidelines.

You rolled your eyes at the feuding pair, splitting them apart before landing a harsh series of slaps on their butts. It was childish really, the way they fought over you like a new toy without asking how you felt about the entire situation. "CUT IT OUT!"

"Did you just spank us?"

"Yes," You huffed, shifting your gaze from one boy to the other. It was time to unlesash your trump card, the puppy eyes and pouty lips. The Haitanis always fell weak at your sweet begging, immediately wanting to fulfill your desires. “No more fighting, please. For me?"

“F-Fine,” Ran fought back the urge to kiss you, intoxicated with the way you were the living definition of true beauty. Rindou avoided staring into your eyes, knowing his mind would turn into jelly at sight. "Just for you, birthday girl. "

"How about this? If I'm still single by the time we're adults, we can get married."

Rindou's eyes lit up, his undivided attention now in the palm of your hands. He leaned in closer, flushed face merely inches apart from your own. "You promise?"

“Pinky promise.” You extended out both of your pinkies, one to each Haitani, a genuine smile illuminating your face. The siblings laced your fingers with yours, sealing the deal. You stood up, motioning for them to follow behind. "Come on, there's still some cake in the fridge!"

You unknowingly signed your freedom away that fateful afternoon. It was simply a fleeting moment of deception in order to end their fighting. A silly little promise you were sure they would forget about, it wasn’t as if they actually believed you… Right?

PRESENT TIMELINE: Bonten Nightclub, Shibuya, Japan.

[Ran Haitani: 31] [Rindou Haitani: 30] [Y/N L/N: 34]

Over the years, you matured in more ways than one, the pair of siblings included. You followed in the footsteps of prestigious academia while the Haitani brothers descended into the world of underground crime. Their loyalty was a fickle mess in their youth, jumping from one gang to another until they both permanently settled in Bonten. They agreed one statement: Mikey may own their bodies, but you own their hearts and souls. It was a secret the brothers would carry to the grave.

Ran cautiously trailed behind you, rambling on and on about how you needed to follow their instructions, despite the fact the siblings owned the club, and no real harm could come to you. “Listen closely, Y/N. Don’t wander off without one of us by your side. Don’t accept any drinks unless we order them. Don’t talk to anyone who—”

“Ran, I get it." You said tiredly, it was too late in the evening to have him hovering over you like an overprotective parent. Rindou snickered, always finding it hilarious when you became frustrated with his antics. You mindlessly kept walking straight ahead, brushing past club goers before bumping staright into a toned chest.

“Who’s this lovely lady?” Azure irises raked down your body, enjoying the gorgeous sight before him. A new plaything for him for the group to share, of course. He placed a fleeting kiss on the back of your hand, weaving the intricate strings of his trap to snare you in his hold. “I’m Haruchiyo Sanzu, charmed to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you,” You replied, captivated with the handsome stranger’s sculpted features. “I’m—”

“Our fiancée” Ran mused as Rindou wrapped a protective arm around your waist, ripping Sanzu away from your body. “No touching her.”

Sanzu’s dilated eyes flickered from the brothers to you, an intrigued expression creeped up his scarred face. “Uh, you said our, as in plural?”

“Want me to spell it out?” Rindou spat, narrowing his eyes at the fellow executive. His grip on your figure tightened, fingers harshly digging into the plushness of your hip with the intent of keeping you safe despite the pain it brought. “You heard us correctly.”

“Rindou, calm down.” You ordered, pushing him away from your personal space, now finding his overbearing presence to be mildly suffocating. “Ignore these idiots, Haru. I promised them I would marry both of them when I was younger, turns out they took it literally.”

“Oh, I like you.” Sanzu mused, sizing you up once more, ignoring the menacing stares coming from the Haitanis. He tilted your chin up, peering into your sultry gaze that he wanted to eat right up. "You're off the market then? That's damn shame, pretty little thing."

"Actually," You leaned in close, cherry red lips hovering over his scarred ones, practically centimeters away from touching. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating, a mix of rich amber and spice that set your soul on fire. A curious hand wandered up his chest, shamelessly feeling up the muscle underneath the dress shirt. “I’d love to get to know you more.”

"Hey!" Ran barked, becoming frustrated with the amount of attention you were giving another man. He knew how shameless you became once you found a potential suitor, craving the affection of someone other than a Haitani. "Can you not fuck one of our coworkers? I’m literally right here, baby.”

You scoffed, irritated with the fact he was ruining your chance to flirt with the alluring male. You pointed an accusatory finger at the siblings, clicking your tongue in distaste. "The two of you are the reason I can't get a date!"

“Sweetheart, you've gone on plenty of dates,” Ran argued, a coy smile lighting up his sculpted features after knowing he was getting under your skin. You narrowed your eyes at the pair, remembering how each one ended catastrophically due to their constant meddling. “That you both ruined, Haitani. Keep your nosey ass out of my love life, got it?”

"Scold me more," Ran whined, practically moaning into the air like a whore. "Have I ever told you how sexy you are when you're pissed? Make me wanna fuck you right here."

No matter how many times you rejected his flirty advances, it only motivated him to keep it up, knowing that eventually you would crumble under his persistence. Ran's teasing was relentless ever since you were kids, growing cruder as time passed until all he could ever talk about was railing you.

"Rin-Rin, a little help?" You pleaded to the younger Haitani.

“They were losers, anyways." Rindou replied as he caressed your cheek, a warm smile adorning his normally downturned lips. His voice softened, a gesture he always made whenever he addressed you. “Ran's just a drama queen. We just want what’s best for you, Y/N.”

You huffed, ignoring the faux sympathy lacing his words. “Which is?”

“Me.” Sanzu cut in, daring to keep playing his cards until he reached victory. The game was beginning to get interesting, he wanted to continue pushing his luck until he "Care to dance, little lady?"

Rindou cuts the conversation short before you can get a single word out. "Absolutely not, I can see that unhinged look in your eyes, Sanzu."

You rolled your eyes, becoming more and more impatient with the way the brothers had answered for you throughout the entire night. "Rin-Rin, it's just sweet little Haru. Not like I'm going to corrupt him or anything.”

"This unstable bastard is anything but sweet," Rindou seethed, immediately piecing together the hidden intentions behind Sanzu’s kind façade. Ran shot him a warning to which he ignored, choosing to handle the situation on his own.

"Enough," You snapped, completely fed up with the way he wanted to control your every move. Rindou stepped back, unable to recognize the fury swirling in your eyes. "I hate to do this but I'm older than you, Rindou. I'm not a child, what's your excuse?”

Sanzu’s signature grin illuminated his face, checkmate. "Yeah, Rin-Rin. Let the lady make her own decisions."

Violet hues stalked your figure as you descended downstairs to the dance floor, tugging Sanzu’s blissful self alongside you. You spent the next hour practically glued to the man’s side, sharing drinks and stories regarding the Haitanis. He admitted he was eyeing you since you had walked into the club, recognizing you as the childhood friend the brothers always brought up during Bonten meetings.

Sanzu rested his hands on your hips, intoxicated with the way your body molded into his, swaying along to the beat of the music. He smugly glanced up at Ran who quietly sipped the bourbon lingering in his glass, carefully studying the menacing scowl occupying his sibling's face. "That's quite a nasty expression, brother.

"I'm going to shoot Sanzu's fuckin' dick off," Rindou seethed, gulping down another shot of tequila. The taste was atrocious but the instant relief it provided was too satisfying. His ego was bruised from the snarky comment you had made earlier, he needed a distraction from the oozing jealousy pooling in his gut. "Bartender, gimme another one!"

"Go talk to her instead of getting shitfaced, Rin."

Rindou snorted, "How are you so calm about this?"

"Because I know she'll always come back to us," Ran answered, snatching away the incoming shot glass before Rindou could grab ahold of it. He downed the liquid in one swallow, slamming the glass on the table before shifting his attention back to his younger brother. "We made a promise."

As if on cue, you returned from the crowded area with Sanzu clinging onto you. He was clearly unaware of the way your friends were plotting his incoming execution, choosing to amuse you with endless praises about how much a beauty you were and how much he enjoyed your company. It was flattering, to say the least, to receive such strong affection from a stranger.

“I returned your lovely lady in one piece,” Sanzu said, motioning for you to go on ahead and rejoin the group.

“Let’s do a round of shots,” You announced, taking a seat in between the brothers at the bar. Rindou remained silent, too prideful to admit that he had been too much of a pain in the ass earlier. Ran started up conversation about how you never had been one for drinking more than fruity drinks to which you answered that you wanted to try something new.

Rindou's face paled as he swallowed the drink, the contents in his stomach roared like ocean waves, threatening to overflow and consume him. He caught the way you observed him with a worried expression, choosing to play the part of the helpless victim. “Stomach hurts," He muttered, a tight fist clenching the fabric of his shirt as beads of sweat trailed down his face. "Drank too much..."

"Let’s go," You ordered, pulling him out of the bar stool and ushering him to his feet. Rindou slumped over, groaning in discomfort as his head landed on your shoulder. The effects of the shots he had solely consumed earlier were beginning to set in. His tall body practically engulfed you, making it extremely difficult to maneuver through the crowd. "Don’t puke on me!”

“There’s a private room in the back,” Sanzu called out, pointing in the direction of a sectioned off area of the club. “Head to the end of the hall, it’ll be to your right.”

You sent him an innocent wink, following up by blowing a kiss in his direction. “Thanks Haru! I owe you.”

“She’s adorable,” Sanzu cooed, a sigh of pure pleasure escaping his chest. His aquamarine irises regarded you with a predatory hunger. “Mind if I take her home?”

“Of course,” Ran grinned before shoving the barrel of his gun into Sanzu’s mouth, clicking the safety off as his finger hovered over the trigger. He gagged on the object, drool trickling down the sides of his scarred lips. “Be prepared to go missing afterwards, just a little warning.”

Your fingers gently carded through Rindou's lilac strands, pushing them away from his anguished face. He nuzzled his overheating cheek into your hand, enjoying the comfort you brought by running your thumb along the clammy skin. "Are you feeling better, Rin-Rin? Do you want some more water?"

"No... I'm fine now." The muffled booms of the music playing outside slowly grounded him in reality. The affectionate nickname you had given him when he was a child rang in his ears with a taunting tune. Is that all you would ever see him as? Ran's wimpy younger brother? A pathetic little brat who can’t keep his mouth shut and his alcohol in his system. “Y/N, do you love me?”

"Of course, Rin.” You replied quietly, cupping his soft cheeks. An apologetic tone laced your words as you began to speak. “I’m sorry for what I said earlier. You’re such a baby sometimes but I’m one too.”

“Say you love me,” Rindou pleaded, his needy hands pawing at your hips, he wanted to hear you swear your loyalty to him and only him. “You love me more than Ran, right? We're more than friends, right?”

Your mouth went dry, coherent thoughts fluttering out the window of your mind. Rindou had always expressed his feelings through his actions rather than words, hearing him admit them came as a complete shock to your heart. The guilt of indulging him while Ran shared the same feelings tugged at your conscience, indecisiveness filling your mind. You barely had any time time process what the fuck was going on until you felt Rindou’s hot breath fanning against your face.

“I want you…” Rindou slurred, trailing wet kisses down your neck, pushing you back against the wall and toying the zipper on your dress, attempting to pull it down. “You’re all mine, pretty.”

“Rindou… wait, please.” You moaned, scrambling to find the right words to end this heated session. His face was flushed, whether due to the alcohol or the lust flooding through his body, he was a whimpering and horny mess. “You’re wasted, we can't do this here.”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Y/N. I can take care of you, please let me.” His teeth bit down on the supple skin of your collarbones, creating a fresh bruise for the world to marvel at, his cool tongue ran over the mark soothing the pain that accompanied it.

“That’s not very nice,” Ran interrupted, stepping into the room while eyeing the way you abruptly skittered away from Rindou's hold. It was pointless to hide the fact you were both seconds away from undressing each other. He made a note of the fresh hickey forming on your neck. “Keeping her all to yourself, hm?”

Rindou stumbled forwards, the alcohol was still coursing through his body though not as strongly as before. “All’s fair in love and war, brother.”

You cleared your throat, smoothing down the strands of your tousled hair. It was embarrassing enough that you had been caught making out with your best friend’s younger brother. You wanted to leave and forget what had just taken place. “Ran, we need to get Rindou home, right now.”

"We will," He smirked, approaching your figure and wiping away the smeared lipstick on your face. "After you answer the burning question. Who do you love more, Y/N?"

Your heart skipped a beat. “What!?”

“You heard me,” Ran said teasingly, towering over your shorter frame. A glint of mischief twinkled in his eye as he watched you shuffle uncomfortably in response. It was fun to see you lose your confidence due to his actions.

You stared at them straight on, voice slightly wavering as you spoke. "Ran, Rindou. I love both of you, I really do."

"Marry us then,” Ran whispered into your neck, his hands wandered down your body, groping the soft flesh of your hips. “You gave us your word.”

The delicious feeling of lips on your neck drove you crazy, he bit down on the skin just as Rindou had done, leaving behind a matching purple mark. "I-It was a silly promise, guys... ah! I can't marry both of you."

"Oh darling," Rindou sneers, pressing his lips against yours, indulging in the taste of your mouth. “We know how to share.”

“Want you both so bad,” You whimpered, losing all composure. The thought of marrying your best friends was tempting, it would be perfect, it was the absolute best possible outcome. Waking up to Rindou’s angelic face as he cradled you in his arms. Ran would be preparing breakfast for all of you in the kitchen. The Haitanis had always promised they would protect you from anything that could potentially hurt you. “I wanna be yours.”

"Think about it," Ran said, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of your head. He knew the sudden intervention had caught you off guard and he wanted to a clear indication of your consent. “We can get your final answer in a few days.”

Rindou’s soft expression melted the walls surrounding your caged up heart. "We meant it, lovely. We want you to be our cute little wife."

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ragingbookdragon · 3 years

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My Dark Knight

A Bruce Wayne x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 2.5K Warnings: Explicit Language (I think? I don't fuckin' remember.)

Author's Note: The only cringe I got from this story was the title. It's so fucking cheesy bruh. Enjoy! -Thorne

Bruce was a mystery to her. The longer she dated him, the more she realized the image he projected was a cover, hiding the real man underneath. One time they’d gone on a date to the new escape rooms that had been built in Gotham, and the entire time they’d been inside, she could tell the person she’d gone in with, was not the same person locked in with her. His eyes had narrowed as he scanned the room, sometimes lingering on certain items placed around. She watched him for a moment, then his eyes met hers, and he immediately grinned, eyes losing their hardness, taking on a mirthful appearance. “Find anything to start with?” he’d asked her, then followed up with, “I don’t even know where to start.” She might’ve fallen off the back of a wagon, but it sure as hell wasn’t last night.

She handed him a slip of paper, observing how his mood shifted once more, turning solemn as he read it. It baffled her to no end, wondering why someone like him would become so serious and concerned at times. The image he projected to Gotham was the model of billionaire-playboy, something that he played well; other times he acted goofy, giving Gotham the loveable-goober, they exasperatedly appreciated. But what got to her the most, was how solemn he would become. It would happen at random times, and though she would never admit it, it took her a God awful, embarrassingly long amount of time to realize it occurred when police sirens would sound.

***

They lay on her couch, (Y/N)’s back pressed up against his chest as they stretched their legs out in front of them. A good meal and a few glasses of wine had them cuddled up and laughing about the most random things.

She held the magazine up, showing him the cover. “That’s a good picture of you.” He hummed in amusement, listening as she said, “You’ve got that little half-smirk on your lips.” She turned her head, seeing the same smirk looking back at her. “I like it.”

His eyes filled with mirth as he leaned forward, gently pulling the magazine from her hands. He let it flutter to the floor and (Y/N) let out a small laugh as he started pressing kisses to her cheek and neck. “Bruce Wayne, you’re a scoundrel.” The hum he returned was quiet, but it was an answer to her all the same.

A moment later, his lips had stilled against her skin, pulling her from the moment she was in and causing confusion. “Bruce?” She craned her neck, trying to see him. “Is everything alright?” (Y/N) caught his eyes, seeing him staring silently out the window.

Seconds later, a police cruiser passed by, blue lights blazing as her eyes darted to catch it. Something in his eyes worried her and she rested a hand along his jaw, coercing his gaze to hers. “It’s probably nothing…just plain old, Gotham crime.”

When he finally looked at her, his eyes still carried their sharpness, and while it concerned her, it didn’t truly become understandable until a few days later.

***

She hadn’t met the rest of his children, only Tim from the times she’d visited the office; the two seemed to get along well, their backgrounds being similar, and she developed a mothering fondness for the boy; he didn’t seem to mind being doted on by her either.

(Y/N) stepped through the doors to his office, seeing his son sitting at his desk. “Hi Timmy. You look like you’re having a busy day?”

He glanced up from the laptop, giving her a smile. “Hey Miss (Y/N).” He looked back down. “It’s not too bad…meeting days usually aren’t.” He paused, eyes meeting hers once more. “Are you here for Bruce?”

She nodded, stepping closer to his desk. “He texted saying he was in a meeting and that he’d be done around eleven-thirty.” She gave him an apologetic smile. “Mind if I impose for a few minutes?”

Tim returned her smile in kindness, shaking his head. “Not at all. In fact, I could use your help organizing.”

(Y/N) nodded, moving beside his desk. As she gathered his files, a certain ring binder caught her eye, and she tapped it. “This doesn’t look like the usual files you boys have…what it is?”

Tim glanced at it, voice dropping as he admitted, almost bashfully, “Oh that’s…a personal binder…I forgot I’d brought it here.” He reached over, flipping it open, and (Y/N) took in the sight of hundreds of photos of the Dark Knight and his partners.

She took a seat on the arm of his chair, gazing at them; one photo caught her eye, and she pointed it out. “That one.”

Tim stopped trying to flip the page, looking at the photo. “What about it?”

(Y/N) stared at the image of Batman standing on the ledge. The picture wasn’t as clear as she’d like, and it was a bit far, but she could see a familiar smirk on his face.

Tim’s eyebrows furrowed and he asked, “(Y/N)? Are you okay?”

She blinked, smile appearing on her face as she nodded. “I’m fine…just in thought for a moment.” She gestured to the picture. “Do you think you could make a copy of that for me?”

He nodded, albeit confused, picking up a few of the pages, murmuring, “I’ve got better photos of him in here. Clearer ones.”

(Y/N) shook her head, pointing at the photo. “I want that one.”

Tim shrugged, pulling the photograph from the plastic slip before moving to the printer. A moment later, he took a copy of the photo from the top, handing to her, watching as she folded it and tucked it away in her purse.

“Any reason why it was that photo?”

As she opened her mouth to respond, the door to the office opened, and Bruce appeared in the entry. He smiled at her. “(Y/N).”

She rose from the chair, putting the purse strap on her arm; she glanced down at Tim and whispered, “I’m a big fan of Batman when he doesn’t look like he’s angry at the world.” Tim snorted, and she moved to Bruce, placing a hand on his arm. “Hi Bruce.” The two waved at the teenager before leaving for lunch.

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A few hours later, she sat on her couch, staring between the photograph and the magazine. Her eyes rested on the photo, then she slowly drug them to the magazine and she sighed, “There’s no way…I’m just imagining this.” Apprehensively, she picked up the marker, moving it to his face on the magazine. “He’s not Batman…he’s not Batman…”

She colored in the top half of his face, then added two ears and breathed, “Oh holy mother of God…He’s the Batman.” (Y/N) held the magazine and photo side by side, disbelief in her gaze as understanding flooded her thoughts. Before she knew it, she was rising from the couch, making her way to the front door.

***

She pulled up to the manor and climbed the steps, knuckles rapping against the door as she waited. The door opened, revealing the butler; he was surprised to see her but quickly recovered. “Miss (Y/N). We weren’t expecting you tonight.”

(Y/N) flashed a smile and responded, “I know…I’m sorry for showing up at late notice but…I need to speak to Bruce.”

He nodded, letting her inside. “Master Bruce is in his room, but you’re welcome to wait in the living room while I fetch him.”

(Y/N) hummed, following him into the room. He left her standing by the couch, his sons sitting there, eyes wide as they looked at her.

She waved at them. “Hi boys…Hi Tim.”

He waved back at her, then his other sons rose from the couch, extending their hands. “Dick Grayson, I’m the oldest.”

She shook it, smiling, then took the other’s hand. “Jason Todd, I’m second oldest.”

(Y/N) dropped his hand, glancing at the younger boy who was glaring at her. “From what Bruce described, you must be Damian.”

He glared at her. “How much is he paying you to be his escort?”

Jason reacted immediately, turning to the boy. “Oi!”

(Y/N) simply smiled and returned, “Probably about as much as he paid your mom to be his.”

Damian’s eyes widened in shock as his mouth went slack, obviously not expecting such a sharp comeback.

She knelt to his height and gently closed his mouth. “You’ll catch flies, sweetheart.” She stood back up, smiling as Bruce walked into the living room.

“(Y/N)? Is everything alright? Did something happen?”

She turned, looking at him. “Uh…sort of?” She paused, then murmured, “Kinda had a lifechanging revelation at my place about twenty minutes ago.” His eyes filled with confusion, then she revealed, “You’re him…you’re Batman, aren’t you?”

The room went silent as her words hit each of them, and she watched the billionaire persona fall away as The Dark Knight appeared. “…How’d you find out?”

(Y/N) swallowed thickly, the weight of his gaze beginning to make her nervous; she wrung her hands, voice quiet. “I didn’t until tonight…with a little help from a photo and a magazine…” She paused, then said, “You’re really him, aren’t you?” She glanced at the boys. “And they’re…them. Nightwing…Red Hood…Red Robin…Robin.”

Her gaze turned back to him. “You guys are the Batfamily.”

Bruce stared at her a moment, then walked past her murmuring, “Follow me.”

She obeyed, walking behind him into the study. Bruce twisted the hands of the clock, then a doorway appeared; he took her hand, leading her down the darkened stairway. When they got to the bottom, he led her to a wall of suits.

They stood in front of it, and she watched his stare turn almost sad as he looked at them. “…I was going to tell you in time.” He glanced over at her. “It looks like you beat me to it.”

(Y/N) looked away, frown crossing her lips as she apologized, “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to take that right from you.”

Bruce’s hand tightened around hers, and she looked back up at him. “You did take that right from me.” He eyed her, that smirk crossing his lips as he quipped, “But I know ways that you can make it up to me.”

(Y/N) huffed in disbelief, letting go of his hand. “You scoundrel.”

His smirk grew as he rounded on her, hands taking hold of her hips. “Oh, I’m not a scoundrel.”

She laughed as he pressed her against the glass suit holder. “You are a scoundrel and if you want me to make it up to you…” (Y/N) pointed to one of the suits. “Let me try that on and I will.”

Bruce chuckled, leaning close, his breath on her lips as he purred, “Where’s the point in that? It’ll just get taken off.”

(Y/N) glanced over at the case, then back to him, and begged, “But I really wanna try the suit on.” She curled her hands in his sweater, pleading with him. “Please Bruce? Just for a couple minutes?”

He raised an eyebrow and asked, “Do you really want to try the suit on?”

(Y/N) nodded fervently, hands patting his chest as she spoke excitedly. “And the belt. I wanna wear the utility belt.”

After watching her for a moment, he relented, and a few minutes later, she stood in the center of the cave, the suit barely fitting on her.

(Y/N) pulled the cowl on, eyes searching the cave until she found him; she grinned, pulling a deep voice as she posed. “I’m Batman.” Bruce let out a deep sigh through his nose and she asked, “How many times have you heard people do that?”

He grunted. “Too many.”

She smiled, walking over to him. “I just want you to know that this is badass, but this thing also weighs a ton.” (Y/N) rested her chin against his chest, staring at him. “You’re very strong, Bruce.”

He stared back at her, countering, “Tell me something I don’t know.”

(Y/N) took a deep breath, thumbs sticking under the cowl as she pulled it off; she gently took his hands, caressing the back of them, and murmured, “…I love you.” His eyes widened and she squeezed his hands, reiterating, “I love you, Bruce.”

He seemed to hesitate in his answer, but she didn’t mind, letting go of his hands in favor of wrapping her arms around him. “You don’t have to say it back yet…I know it’s early.” (Y/N) leaned into him, pressing her lips to his cheek. “But I just want you to know that I do…” She pulled away, steel-blue eyes following her as she did.

She waited for him, then he took her hand and muttered, “…I’m not an easy man to understand.”

(Y/N) smiled, gently shaking her head. “I’ve got all the time in the world to understand.”

He swallowed, meeting her eyes. “Most of my time is directed to—” Bruce gestured to the cave. “This…I don’t know if I can offer you what you want.”

(Y/N) brought his hand up to her face, pressing kisses to his palm. “Your love is all I could ever want…my Dark Knight.”

Before he could respond, a scoff sounded by the stairs followed by a voice, griping, “My Dark Knight. How original.”

The two pulled back, and she watched Bruce reach down, plucking something from the utility belt around her waist. He pulled away and chucked it towards the stairs, then a yelp sounded. “That hurt, old man!”

Bruce grinned, wrapping his arms around (Y/N). “Good. I meant for it to.”

Laughter followed, then his sons came into view, and Tim quipped, “So, we’re not lobotomizing her for figuring out our secret?”

(Y/N)’s eyes widened, but Bruce’s arms tightened around her waist as he denounced, “Not the best joke, Tim.

He pointed finger guns at her. “Sorry (Y/N)…just kidding.”

She let out a laugh that seemed more forced than not. “I would hope so.” (Y/N) cleared her throat, pulling away from Bruce’s arms. “I should probably change out of this now.”

As she took a step, a siren sounded from the Batcomputer, making them look towards it; Bruce looked back at the boys and nodded. “Go.”

Each of them moved, and she waited for them to come back. When they did, the boys passed by, giving waves and smiles (even Damian), until all that remained was her and Bruce. She stared at him, seeing him in his suit up close for the first time.

(Y/N) inhaled deeply, tracing the symbol on his chest. “Well…go save Gotham, Batman.”

A small smile crossed his lips, and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. As he pulled away, Bruce murmured, “I’ll be back soon.”

She nodded. “Be careful…you and the boys…please.”

Bruce gave a quick nod, then walked off. He got a few feet away, then turned around, gazing at her. “(Y/N)?” She glanced at him and he confessed, “I love you too.”

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Punch To The Heart (Part 2)

Peter Parker x Reader

Summary: After repeatedly blowing you off on plans, events and trips, you have finally had enough. But Peter soon regrets it as he sees the harsh reality of almost losing his best friend.

Based on a request, you can find here!

Warnings: Shooting and violence. But nothing too graphic. This is probably my most angsty fic yet, with sprinkles of fluff here and there :)

Word count: 2.4k

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Punch to the Heart (Teaser)

Punch to the Heart (Part 1)

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“Crap crap crap”, Peter muttered, running his hands through his hair. He looked at Aunt May, hoping she would say that she was joking; it was some sick prank. But she just looked down, coming to smooth her hand on his back.

“Sorry, Pete. Her parents just called me to tell you that she is in the hospital. She isn’t doing so good. She was losing a lot of blood before passing out on the street. Police arrived 5 minutes later.”

Peter sighed, feeling his throat close up as he shook his head. “No, no, no, they said they will go after my girl” Peter looked back at May as he quickly suited up. “My girl,” He said quietly before snapping his web up, jumping out of his window and towards the hospital, sirens blaring in the background…

2 WEEKS AGO

Peter walked into the school, arm slung around MJ, pressing a kiss to her head before he let her go, watching her walk to her class. He kept walking, a glazed look in his eye, that he didn’t even see you, tumbling onto you.

“Oh, I’m so sorry”, he rambled before he saw who he was talking to.

“Hey Peter”, you said coldly, looking at him with a pinch in your heart.

“Oh, hey Y/N!” he said, a slightly pained look on his face.

You let out a sharp intake of breath you didn’t know you had been holding since he walked in. “I’m surprised you even know my name after you bailed on me last night. Again.”

Peter sighed uncharacteristically. “Look, I already said I’m sorry. Like a billion times!”

You scoffed, trying to hide how much it hurt. “Nope. Not even once. I left you 15 voicemails, Peter! I thought you were dead or you had gotten hurt! Couldn’t you just send me one text? After you probably texted MJ a billion times”, you said, imitating his voice. You tried to stop the shaking in your voice.

It had only been less than a week since you and Peter had talked about him not speaking to you anymore, and now it had been happening more and more. You knew he had Spiderman duties 5/7 days in a week, so you planned your night together on a Saturday night.

The same Saturday night, Tony had asked him to come because there was a challenging mission urgently. But you had looked at the news all night to see how the fight was going. Not once did they mention anything about a fight.

“How was the fight, Pete?”

“What fight?” he asked, confused. And that gave you the answer you were looking for.

“The one you told me as an excuse… You know, I’m sure MJ didn’t even get one text. Because you were by her side the entire time.”

Peter looked at you, wide-eyed. He opened and closed his mouth, trying to say something to you.

“Tell me I’m wrong, Parker. That you blew me off for the hundredth time to hang out with your new girlfriend?!”

Peter didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, just staring at the ground, even as the bell rang. But then he squared up, jaw clenching. “Why the hell can’t I just spend time with MJ” Without you breathing down my neck?”

“Because you hang out with everyone, Peter! MJ, Ned, Betty… heck, even Flash! But not once do you hang out with me!”

“Maybe because you are just so fucking frustrating! Always wanting attention like a kid!” he spat out, then he looked away, muttering something under his breath.

“What did you say?” you asked, voice breaking, as the silence of the hall felt suffocating.

“I said, I thought you had gotten more than enough attention you would’ve needed in your life!” Just as those words left his mouth, you crumpled as if a shock of pain had gone through your body.

“Why-why would you say that?” you cried out, not caring that you had school anymore as you dropped your bag on the floor, furiously wiping your tears on the back of your hand. “Don’t answer that. I know why you said it, Peter”, you said, glaring at him through the tears. Walking out of the school, you clung to your shirt. So much for not wanting to care.

Little did you know that leaving your bag at school may have been the worst decision you could ever make….

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DING DONG, DING DONG, DING DONG, the doorbell kept repeating. Your parents had gone out for the night, leaving you at home by yourself. You walked over, trying to see who would come at 4:00 in the evening.

“Y/N!”, Peter called out. But he sounded muted.

You slowly opened the door to see Spiderman standing there, holding your school bag and some flowers. “I’m sorry. I know I haven’t been spending time with you, but someone sent a message to the compound a week back. Said it was for Spiderman. They told me that they were going to go after my girl, to get revenge for stopping the bank robbery that happened a couple of months ago.”

“Uhm, so that’s why you weren’t spending time with me?”

“Well, MJ also wants me to stop spending time with you so much. Said you were kinda clingy.” He said, scratching the back of his neck.

You scoffed. “No offence, but you gotta stand up for yourself Peter!”

“I can’t just do that, she is my girlfriend.”

“More like your mom…”, you muttered, rolling your eyes.

“What?”

“Nothing”

“Ok then.”

You sighed, giving him the flowers back. “Here, give these to MJ. She will like them. Or why don’t you wilt them a bit first, so I’ll be like her soul?”

Peter looked shocked. “Why would you say that? She is the best girlfriend ever!”

Your eyes softened. So he didn’t know. “Peter, I saw her and Brad today. At the field. Making out!”

Peter shook his head, more so to himself than you. “She wouldn’t cheat on me Y/N!”

“Okay, Peter. If you wanna keep on trusting your lying, rude girlfriend. Then go ahead. Guess we are back on square one then?” Peter didn’t even say anything, but when he left, you could see he left the flowers at your door, crumpled but still smelling fresh.

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Peter stood in MJ’s room, playing with her hair softly after his fight with Y/N. But something was playing on his mind.

“MJ, did you cheat on me? With Brad? Since some people claimed that they saw you and him making out near the bleachers?”

MJ looked like a deer caught in the headlights but was interrupted(or saved) by Peter’s phone blaring loudly. Peter grabbed it, picking it up to hear Aunt May tell him something he never would have thought of.

“Y/N’s in the hospital Peter”

Peter gasped, jumping off MJ’s bed. “What happened”, she asked, looking annoyed.

“Y/N’s in the hospital! I have to go there…” Peter said, freaking out now. He looked at MJ, hoping to see some type of understanding in her eye, but she just glared at the phone.

“So what? It’s not like you can speed up her healing process. Whatever happened to her? Did she cry so hard her eyes fell out?”, MJ asked bitingly, rolling her eyes. Peter stood there, shocked.

“MJ, she is my best friend! I have to go see what happened to her.”

She laughed cruelly, “Oh please, you haven’t been her best friend for a long time. Let’s not act as if you care. Plus, you promised to meet my parents tonight.”

Peter shook his head firmly. “No-no MJ, I can’t just sit here having dinner with your mom and dad while Y/N’s in the hospital.”

MJ scoffed, looking down at Peter. “Okay, then here is what’s gonna happen. If you go to the hospital tonight, we’re over.”

Peter stuttered, looking at her in disbelief. “Wha-why?! What’s wrong with you? I have to go see her MJ!”

“No, you don’t. She will be fine. I’m sure it’s nothing major knowing Y/N. Always makes such a big fucking deal about everything”

Peter chuckled humourlessly and turned towards the window. “If you are going to make me choose between my best friend and my girlfriend, then I don’t know what to say to you, Michelle.”

MJ nodded, flipping him off. “Oh please, more like the girl you love and your girlfriend.”

And with that, Peter jumped out the window, tears already gathering in his eyes.

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Peter quickly ran into the apartment, seeing May sitting down in the kitchen, talking to someone on the other side.

“Oh okay, I’ll tell him. Please keep me updated”

May turned around when she heard Peter slam the door shut. He ran over to her, eyes bloodshot. “Wha-what happened?”

May sighed, looking at Peter sadly. “It’s not your fault Peter”, she started, and that was when Peter broke.

“May-ple-please, what happened to her!?”

“Remember how you got that call, that those guys will be after someone you know? Well, they must have seen you go to Y/N’s house in the afternoon, and then targeted her.”

“Shit May! It’s my fault...Wait, do they know I’m Spiderman? Because then you have to go somewhere. I’ll call Happy!”, Peter said, rushing around.

May put her hand on his shoulder, “Peter, they don’t know you are Spiderman. All they saw was the city’s hero dropping off a package to Y/N’s house.

“How did she even get out?!”

May sighed. “Fought out of the van, but just as she was running, they shot her in the leg and stomach. Then came up and hurt her a bit more before leaving her on the street”

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7:51 pm Peter, Peter there are some guys standing outside my apartment. These look like the guys who you took down a few months ago, remember? The bank robbery. Anyway, please call me back, I’m worried.

8:05 pm Hey, please pick up. The guys are now banging open the apartment door. I think I heard a gunshot, Peter! Please please come here…

8:15 pm Oh god, Peter. They are coming up the stairs, and they aren’t stopping. I locked the door and I’m staying hidden, but I’m scared, Peter. Please come here. I think they already shot someone downstairs...Ohmygod, I can hear them on my floor, Pete-

8:17 pm Peter, they are outside my door. I shut off all the lights and am hiding under my parent’s bed. You let out a quiet gasp, then started whispering. “They are inside Peter! I can hear them. At least three voices. Please come here, I need Spiderma-

There you are, a gruff voice called out as you let out a pained squeak.

8:26 pm Pete-Peter, they bought me down. Chucked me out the window. Peter, I don’t know where I am just that I’m in some type of van. I kept my phone next to me, and all-ugh-the guys have gone out for something, wait they’re coming ba-

As he played each message on the way to the hospital, Peter could feel himself getting more and more worried. The guys from the bank robbery. The threat. Y/N now in the hospital. Because of Spiderman. Because of him. Because he didn’t stay next to her when it mattered. Because he blew her off for his probably cheating, heartless girlfriend. Ex-girlfriend.

Arriving at the back of the hospital, he quickly shed his suit, running in. “Um, hello. I’m trying to find Y/N, Y/L/N? She was brought in today evening.

The nurse nodded, pointing to the room down the hall. “She is in there.”, she said, sounding sympathetic. “Sorry..”

Peter didn’t even stick around to see why she was sorry for him. Instead, he ran to the room. No one was here, only a couple of doctors here and there. He went next to the room, seeing your parent’s standing beside you, your body covered in gashes and bruises, while gauze covered several parts of your leg and stomach. Peter walked in, going straight to Y/N, but just as he was about to reach you, your heartbeat flatlined, a loud BEEEEP resonating in the room….

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Wow! Cliffhanger...ohhh. Anyway, thanks for reading this. It was really fun to write, and I highly enjoyed it. The next part won’t be out for at least a week, since I gotta study for exams. If you wanna be tagged in my next part, as well as other posts, just comment or send me a quick message… Thanks so much, and until next time :)

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It’s Gonna Be Okay (It Has To)

Izuku Midoriya x Reader

A/N: because apparently I can only write dark shit if Deku is involved

Request from Ao3: Can I get an Izuku x Reader? Reader is another student with a weaker quirk(they can heal others, but in order to do so they must take on the wound themself, maybe?) Maybe kinda the “Are you crazy? You almost lost your life!” prompt.

Warnings: Descriptions of gore, trauma, angst. Also some dadzawa because I’m weak

Like many quirks, yours had an upside and a downside to it. Your parents called you blessed to have such a quirk; as if you were some sort of angel. You didn’t really agree with that phrasing- and you soon had to run away from your parent's eager hands so they stopped abusing your quirk. You took refuge in U.A- once you barely passed the exam you explained your situation to the teachers, they were quick to take you in. Aizawa had interestingly enough decided to house you- but he made it quite clear that even though you were in his class he wouldn’t be playing favorites and you would be graded fairly.

Your quirk is simple enough. You have the ability to heal others completely, but it might cost you your own life. You take their pain and transfer it to yourself- sometimes it’s not a big deal, and sometimes it is. For instance, you are not allergic to peanuts, but if someone else is and starts to choke from the effects, you can easily snatch that away and save their life while having no real consequences yourself because your body is not allergic to peanuts.

Your parents thought of you as a lifesaver; anytime they were presented with discomfort, they demanded their angel take it from them. Not only was this abusing your quirk, but it was abusing you in the process. You had since learned from Aizawa housing you that you are not required to heal anything and anyone- you have a choice in the matter.

Today, you made a rather… drastic choice.

It was a completely normal day. You, Midoriya, and Uraraka had been traveling Musutafu for fun when you had heard about a villain attack nearby. Of course, your blood boiled at the thought of another villainous attack, but you knew that you were still in training and going in to help was the last thing anyone needed right now. Convincing Midoriya was difficult- in the end, you weren’t even able to win- but you made a compromise.

You’d go look at the damage, and once the villains were dealt with, you’d help with damage control and any civilians that needed a hand after the attack. That sounded fair enough.

When you arrived at the scene, everything was pretty much taken care of, to your relief. There was some rubble and people needed help getting out from under them, so Izuku and Uraraka used their abilities to help while you observed from the background. Your quirk wasn’t exactly useful in this area, but you could help with any minor injuries people may have.

As you look around the area, you notice something moving from underneath all the rubble. At first, you think it’s a civilian, but claws snatch out from the rocks and the nails make angry marks as the thing pushes itself up from the boulders.

You freeze in shock. It’s a Nomu- of course it is, when is it not?

“Deku!!”

You scream, your vocal cords shredding as you do. It’s not enough time- you were too late with your warning as you watch Midoriya get pummeled into the ground by the Nomu. You can hear everything-

Midoriya and Uraraka’s screams, the heroes nearby telling everyone to evacuate, the vibrations in the ground as people run and scatter.

You don’t even get a choice to run in and help- a hero scoops you up in his arms and runs away with you. He can't get very far until the Nomu has clawed his back- the whole thing looks like an insane, mutated bird. It has fierce wings, but the most threatening thing about it is its strong legs with talons that are sharp as knives and several inches long. He picks the hero up with the talons, flying him up into the air before swinging and dropping him onto the ground below. It all happens right in front of you-

The blood. The limbs, the guts… flying everywhere- what used to be a man is scattered in several disgusting pieces- all over you, all over the concrete, all over all over all over-

Your scream is bloodcurdling.

Uraraka scoops you up as you scream, and you’re vaguely aware that she’s taking you somewhere, but you don’t know where. You don’t stop screaming, you don’t stop crying- you don’t stop because you can’t. All you can see is blood, blood, blood, and it makes you want to vomit.

Uraraka keeps running.

Eventually, the chaos ends, but you’re unsure exactly when. You don’t know how long it’s been, you don’t know if you’re even alive, really, but police cars and their sirens fill your senses as well as the ambulances. Your friend places you in one before quickly running off again, and you don’t even get to say anything.

Can you say anything?

There’s doctors, nurses- people, they’re all just people in uniform- checking your vitals and asking you questions you can’t answer. You feel partially numb, partially scared and partially frozen. You sit there and let them do what they need to do, but they don’t do a good job. Nothing will help the white noise in your ears and the pictures in your head and how your body just won’t stop shaking.

As you stare at all the damage the Nomu caused, there’s a stretcher being carried into another ambulance. You can barely see who it is from your spot, but there’s a glimpse of green hair. Your stomach flips when you think about who it could be.

You don’t ask the doctors for permission. You know that nothing is wrong with you, nothing but your head, so you tear out all the wires they put in you and jump out of the vehicle. You don’t listen to them calling out for you as you rush toward the stretcher, breaking your way through the several men in white that surround him- Midoriya.

He’s covered in bruises, scrapes, and gashes. There are three gnarly, ugly tears on his side that look like the very definition of worrying. The voice you couldn’t find before suddenly comes back. “Will he make it?” You look at the doctors.

“Please get out of the way!”

“No!” You scream, holding onto Midoriya’s stretcher with all your strength. “Is he going to live?!”

“We don’t know-”

Not good enough.

“Okay, okay,” you breathe shakily, looking down at Midoriya. He’s barely lucid, you can tell- his eyes are open and unfocused, looking in several different directions in a haze. Tears run down your cheeks and snot down your nose as you grab his face with shaky hands. “Okay, Midoriya. Listen to me- okay? Listen. You’re gonna be okay, I swear- I swear you’re gonna be okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

Your hand drifts down to the torn-up flesh on his side. You can do this- you know you can do this. It’s just as easy as taking a paper cut.

Another shaky breath leaves you as you sob, preparing yourself for the pain- and then you activate your quirk.

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You hate the color white.

It’s not even a color- it’s meaningless and void of anything real. It’s the beginning of color but isn’t a color itself. It is ugly and dark in your opinion.

When you wake up, you’re surrounded by that non-color. It’s all white- the walls, the ceiling, the bedsheets, and your gown. You know where you are immediately. Only a hospital can bring you such dread.

No one is in the room at the moment and you’re glad. It gives you a moment to think about what happened. There’s a burning sensation on your waist, something that hurts more than you think you’re processing at the moment- you’re probably drugged. Sloppy and heavy hands lift up your bedsheets and your gown, revealing the fresh, dark scar. It hugs your entire waist, curling around you as if it were a curse.

But you think it’s a blessing. You saved Midoriya, right? God, please- he’s still alive, right?

Alone in the hospital, you cry again. It’s silent, the tears leaving in streams but you don’t have the energy to sob. You lean back into the uncomfortable, stiff pillows on your bed and let yourself sink into the mattress. Tears fall into your ears and your hair, but that’s okay.

You’re alive- Midoriya is alive. He has to be.

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The next time you wake up, you’re not alone.

There’s a doctor on one side of your bed, her hands on you and doing something you don’t really know. On the other side, there’s a familiar shade of green sitting on a plastic chair. They’re both talking but it’s all muffled in your ears- you’re too drowsy to fully grasp what you’re seeing and what they’re saying.

But the green- it makes your heart feel warm.

“Deku,” you whisper.

And then you fall unconscious again.

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You’re a lot more lucid when you wake up next. You’re once again alone in your little hospital room, but it doesn’t stay that way for long. Soon, the door straight in front of you opens, several people walking in at once. They’re doing their best to be quiet as they walk around your bed and you can’t help but smile.

“Hey, guys,” you croak- your throat more dry and hoarse than you realized.

Midoriya, Uraraka, Iida, Todoroki… and surprisingly, but maybe not so much, Aizawa.

“___!” Uraraka speaks first, a hand slapping over her mouth as she gasps. “You’re-” her eyes are already watering, “you’re awake!”

You give her a sad, broken smile- but before anyone else can say anything you watch as Aizawa makes his way over to the front of the bed. He stands right next to you, his eyes boring holes as he reaches forward and grabs at your forehead with his hand.

Something that’s meant to be threatening, but he’s much too gentle for the message to really stick.

“What were you thinking?” He asks.

“I wasn’t,” you tell him honestly, looking your teacher- your parental figure- in the eye as you speak. “I was scared. I was really, really scared, and I made a choice. But I’m not sorry.” Maybe you haven’t had a lot of time to fully process what happened- what consequences your choices might have- but this you are sure about. Your lip quivers slightly as you try to take a deep breath, holding Aizawa’s wrist gently and taking his hand off your head. “But I am sorry for worrying you.”

It’s silent for a long moment- the tension was tight enough to wrap around your throat and it’s hard to breathe, but eventually, it loosens as Aizawa’s tense shoulders sag and he huffs. He turns on his heel, heading right for the door. “Come on. Let’s give them some privacy,” he says, a hand reaching out toward Uraraka’s back and gently pushing her toward the door. Iida silently waves as he leaves alongside Todoroki, and then the door shuts- silence once again coming in waves as you sit alone with Midoriya for the first time.

“...You’re not sorry?” He asks, a hand grabbing the foot of the bed. You can see how it shakes.

You know it might not be what he wants to hear, but it’s the truth. Your eyes fall to your lap as you tug on the scratchy blankets with your fingers. “I’m not.” You tell him. “...You were dying.”

“So were you!” He suddenly yells and his expression flashes to an angry one as he frowns. “You… you were dying! And it was my fault!”

“It wasn’t!” You yell back at him. “It was my choice!”

“Well, you shouldn’t have made it! You- you weren’t in the right mind to make a choice like that!”

“But I did!” Your voice raises again- there’s a frantic pounding in your chest and you’re sure Midoriya can hear it through the heart monitor.

You don’t want him to be angry at you- you don’t want to fight. You just wanted to make it better.

“I made my choice, and I- I’m sorry it hurt you, Midoriya,” you keep fighting back your tears as you stutter along with your words. It’s hard- your eyes are stinging like crazy- but you don’t want to cry in front of him. You don’t want to make it worse. “I’m sorry I made you sad… I just… At that moment- I couldn't bear it. I couldn’t do it again- I couldn’t watch another person die. I didn’t want you to die!”

Quickly you use your hands to cover your face as you start hyperventilating. The tears come in bursts, and you can’t help it, so you try to wipe them away and cover them up. The beeping from the monitor is driving you crazy.

You feel something touch your wrist, and then fully grab it, pulling your hand away. Midoriya is by your side now, his eyes wet and his lips wobbly as he grabs your other wrist. He pulls them up to his lips, closing his eyes and placing your hands against his mouth as he stands there. You watch him with wide eyes, your breathing still coming out in funny waves, but it slowly starts to even out as Midoriya continues to calmly stand next to you.

“___,” He finally speaks. It’s squeaky and quiet- he clears his throat to try again as he finally opens his eyes and looks at you. “___, thank you… Thank you for helping me… But you have to be more careful, alright?” Midoriya’s hand reaches out, cupping your cheek and wiping away the tears that lie there. “Cause… cause I don’t want you to die either, okay? So please- please be more careful.”

“You too, okay?” You bite your lip. “No more going into fights. We… We don't do anything until we’re called in. If there’s an attack somewhere… you don’t do anything until we graduate. Okay?”

Midoriya clicks his tongue, giving you a watery smile as he shakes his head. “I guess that’s fair, huh?” You smile back and nod, and as Midoriya lets go of your wrists you place a hand on top of the one on your cheek.

You’re alive- Midoriya is alive. Things are okay.

Things will be okay.

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lambourngb · 4 years

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This Hard Lie

Fic prompt: “Just trust me.”

THIS HARD LIE follows THIS HARD TOWN an AU that explores what Michael’s life might change if Alex hadn’t joined the Air Force. It’s not necessarily an easy rosy life . This part includes the following warnings : Kyle/Michael, sexual content, a homophobic slur directed at Michael by an OC, Michael’s cynicism about the US military and some more plot musings. This is finished in full on AO3.

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[UNDER the cut because it starts NSFW]

There was something intensely meditative about sucking cock for Michael.

Opening his mouth wide past comfort into an ache of effort, the firm press on his palate mixing with the surge of salt on his tongue, the mess of saliva and pre-cum smearing sloppily over his face as he dropped into a state where listening to his partner’s enjoyment was the only thing that registered. The world slipped away as he took measured breaths, his mind finally quiet, until all that was left was Michael being good.

Michael could just be a vessel to fill with pleasure instead of pain.

Normally skating his hand down to gently squeeze and massage his partner’s testicles was enough to get that hitched-curse and uncontrolled jerk in his mouth that signaled an impending orgasm. The draw and shiver of warm pliant skin before the warm, thick release in his mouth, except that was not happening.

After a firm swipe of his tongue against the slit, rubbing against the edge of the frenulum, another foolproof trick in his experience that garnered nothing more than a sigh and an absent clutch of the hand on the back of his neck, Michael pulled away abruptly to stare up at Kyle Valenti’s face.

“Wait, why’d you stop?”

Michael wiped his mouth with the back of his hand rocking back on his heels, his voice rough from his activities, “‘Cause you don’t seem to be into this? Which I gotta admit, that’s a mood killer for me and slightly hurtful to my pride.”

Instead of arguing with Michael over his observation, Kyle sighed guilty and shifted to pull up his lightweight shorts over his erection, signalling the close of the encounter. “Sorry, you know you’re great at that, it’s me. My brain,” he gestured to his head with a twirling motion with his long-skilled surgeon hands.

Michael couldn’t help but follow the motion with interest, he had always been a sucker for a set of strong, confident hands.

Alex had hands like that.

Fuck, Michael pushed that thought away like he did every time it slipped in uninvited and collapsed next to Kyle on his expensive leather couch. It’s been two years since Michael’s last glimpse of Alex, no contact from him outside of the impersonal birthday and holiday cards that had begun after Michael mailed his ‘I’m sorry I dropped in your life’ letter. They’ve officially been apart longer than they were together and still Michael couldn’t stop thinking of Alex daily.

Perhaps Kyle wasn’t the only one distracted tonight.

“Listen, I won’t bore you with the details and break our agreement here,” Kyle continued, knocking his shoulder against Michael’s. “I can still do you here-”

“‘Do me’, so romantic, Valenti. I think I’ll pass on getting a disinterested handjob, thanks.” Michael rolled his eyes at the offer and reached for the bottle of water from the coffee table to swish around his mouth before swallowing for effect.

It was Kyle’s turn to roll his eyes but fondly. “I could give you an absent-minded blowjob instead?”

Their eyes met. Kyle lifted his well-groomed eyebrow as Michael pretended to be seriously tempted with a stroke of his stubbled jaw in turn before they both broke and started to laugh helplessly.

If someone had told a seventeen-year-old Michael that one day he would be laughing with Kyle Valenti in his high-end, ultra modern condo after a failed conclusion to a ‘U up?’ text, well he probably would have been interested in the type of pharmaceutical high that would have made that possible. Hell, the Michael of a year ago wouldn’t have believed it either but that was before he met the post-med school Kyle that returned home to Roswell.

It had started one night at the Wild Pony, where Michael frequented more and more for the scraps of news about Alex from Maria. A practice she did her best to discourage, repeating her policy of ‘I don’t play messenger between exes’, which had given Michael hope that maybe Alex had asked about him. He had been one beer in, contemplating a second when Jake Frederick’s sneer had interrupted.

“I hear they’re finally opening a place that caters just for the fags in town.”

That word, not unfamiliar to Michael in Roswell, brought his shoulders up to his ears. Its ugliness brought back so many memories of how it was whispered, spat, scrawled, or just strongly implied whenever Michael and Alex had ventured outside the safety zone of the Crashdown or their own four walls. The Wild Pony once Maria had bought it was eventually added to the list, though some patrons still thought otherwise.

On cue, Maria’s voice barked from behind the bar, “Jake, you use that word again in here and you’re banned for life!”

There was a titter of amusement as Jake’s crowd of admirers teased him for the call out, before an artificial apology was offered in return. After a moment though, Michael could hear him perfectly well pick up his conversation, “it’ll be wall to wall fake wigs and limp wrists there, probably playing nothin’ but Alex Manes’s shitty music.”

The laughter echoed, and Michael started to reach for his wallet to pay for his beer. It was clear that tonight’s entertainment was focused on Michael. He thought at this point, without Jesse Manes drumming up hate for his son, that these bullies would finally move on to something new. Unimaginative pricks.

“Hey Guerin, you off to join your people at that gay bar?” Jake called, noticing Michael’s departure. “Gonna find yourself someone new to ruin now that your boy left you?”

Closing his eyes as he swept his hat over his curls, Michael said a silent apology to 17-year-old Alex for breaking his promise on violence. He turned, noting a few new faces gathered at the table, probably guys from the base with their short haircuts, along with a silent Wyatt Long. For all of Wyatt’s racist blustering, Michael knew he had a queer cousin in Austin. Still, Michael pasted a bright and fake smile, “those are my people at Planet 7, Jake, but how many times do I have to tell you? I’m not gay.”

“My mistake, buddy. Must have been all the cocksucking you do that threw me off.”

Michael laughed harshly, ignoring the movement in his peripheral, and stepped closer, his smile growing darker, “I’m bisexual, which means, not only will I feed you my dick, Jakey, but I’ll give it to your sister too. Just not at the same time. Unless you’re into that sort of thing? You look like your parents were into it…”

The slam of chairs falling backward as Jake jumped to his feet at the insult. After that it was more blurs of movement, jostling, and chaos as Maria shouted in the background about the police while Michael traded punches indiscriminately. At one point he realized he had help against his back, as the fight spilled outside into the cold, raw New Mexico night.

Dark spiked hair, a nice set of shoulders that gave Michael an inch or two of height advantage was all he could register in the melee. It wasn’t until the breaking of glass that was shortly echoed by the boom of a shotgun that the fight dropped into stillness and Michael recognized his unsolicited ally as Kyle Valenti.

Maria stood next to the door of the Wild Pony as a lone siren picked up in the background, “All right you assholes, you’re all out of here. Drop your weapons and fucking leave before I have the sheriff lock all of you up!”

“Gotta admit, you’re kind of the last person I expected to be fighting a bigot,” Michael commented, dabbing at a fiercely bleeding cut on his eyebrow. “Kinda remember it the other way around in high school.”

Kyle smiled humorlessly as he caught his breath, grabbing Michael’s shoulder to pull him away from the bar toward the parking lot as the sirens picked up volume. “Well, I remember you as being some sort of secret genius in high school. Taking on five guys seems kind of dumb.”

“It was just four guys, Wyatt wasn’t gonna involve himself or else Maria would have called his uncle and aunt on him.”

“Oh well, if it was just four guys, I should have stayed at the bar, I wasn’t finished with my drink yet,” Kyle quipped sarcastically, as he kept pulling Michael through the parked cars. “You’re welcome by the way.”

“Fuck off, I didn’t ask for help-” He shook off Kyle’s hand, his previous pliancy in following Kyle at an end as he bristled with indignation. Whatever strange amnesia over what a dick Kyle Valenti was in general and to Alex in particular passed at the prod for gratitude. “And my damn truck is over there-”

“Can you even see out of that eye? Yeah, I didn’t think so,” Kyle answered for him and dug out a pair of keys from his pocket as an expensive sounding unlocking chirp echoed. Of course. The dark blue BMW in the sea of modest pick up trucks and domestic sedans was his. At least it wasn’t the bright red Camaro from graduation, that car had too many associations with it for Michael. The hatch popped open on the X1, Kyle leaned in to pull out a towel to toss to Michael. “I’ve got my bag here and I could use the practice in sutures, so?”

Normally the idea of a doctor touching him at all was enough to instill a mix of dread and panic, but Michael didn’t see anything in Kyle’s face other than genuine concern mixed with exasperation. The open air of the parking lot with police on the way seemed like a bad idea. “All right, free medical care is hard to turn down, but I don’t want your dad arresting me, so can we-”

“Your place, it is.” And then as they drove in silence, with Michael still holding the towel against his cut, Kyle spoke gently in the dark. “I was a dick in high school, I was even a dick in college. But then some things changed for me, um, so I’m glad Roswell is getting a gay bar.”

“No, no, high school homophobe does not come out as gay, not happening, no way-”

“No not gay,” Kyle cut his eyes over to the passenger seat, giving Michael a quick up-and-down appraisal. “Just learned the package isn’t really that important to me. I like sex. Med school was a small pool of sleep-deprived, competitive people and I stopped caring if they had a dick or not. I also learned a lot about anatomy.”

The appraising look, the hint of good-natured humor in Kyle’s eyes, and his suggestive words were all enough to push Michael to grunt, “changed my mind, your place instead.” He never took anyone back to his Airstream as a rule.

And that was the beginning of Michael’s almost-friends, only-benefits relationship with Kyle Valenti. It revolved around those unsaid rules from the first night, only at Kyle’s condo, and rarely did they engage in anything more substantive than talk about sports or the general stupidity of Roswell. The sex was easy, the conversation stayed light enough to fill the gaps of loneliness, and if Michael had been a different species, he might have considered it the start of something more permanent.

If only Max had been wrong. If only Michael hadn’t fallen in love with Alex as a teenager. The first year after Alex left had been devoted to trying to make it on his own financially and getting the down payment together for the Airstream. The next year he had tortured himself with believing that now that Alex was successful, he’d come back to Roswell, to him. Then after Isobel’s wedding and that trip east, Michael had to accept the truth.

Dating in the years since, women and the occasional out man, had changed nothing for Michael. It was still Alex filling his every odd thought, and especially his fantasies at night. Doomed indeed as Max warned him, to drift through life enjoying the surface companionship of others but never anything more.

The reminder of what he did have currently, good sex and the ability to laugh with someone, loosened some of the private rules that Michael had had kept to with Kyle. “So, I mean, you don’t have to, but if you want to talk about what’s on your mind, you can.” Michael tipped his head back against the couch to meet Kyle’s surprised expression. “It would make me feel better about my sexual prowess, okay? You nodding off during a blowjob hurts man.”

“Well, as long as it makes you feel better,” Kyle teased sarcastically before accepting the offer made. “I was thinking about my dad.”

“Kinky, but gross, dude.”

“Ha ha, funny.”

“Sorry, sorry, that was wide open.” Michael nudged his shoulder more seriously, “what about your dad?”

“He’s been acting weird lately. I actually thought he was drinking again,” Kyle waived his hand restlessly, “it’s an open secret my dad has been on and off the wagon. Most cops have a close relationship with booze.”

The Roswell circle of repeated gossipry was wide enough to reach Sanders, customers often needing to make some sort of conversation as they waited, so Michael was pretty familiar with the rumors about Jim Valenti. Most of them he ignored, like the infidelity whispers, because he could still remember the man showing up to Mimi Deluca’s house to offer Alex that first steady job in the face of Jesse’s smear campaign. An act that Jesse had retaliated by sponsoring a challenger to the next year’s sheriff’s race.

For a police officer, Michael cut Jim Valenti some slack in the character department. He also wasn’t a bad boss according to Max, though his brother’s opinion didn’t sway Michael as far as Jim’s act of kindness to Alex had.

“You said you thought he was drinking again, but he’s not?”

“Well, my other suspicion was he was cheating on my mom.” Kyle met Michael’s concerned glance with a tired, dark smile. “Yeah, not a great thought to have, but he’s been disappearing a lot. Acting paranoid too, he always carries but I noticed he kept his sidearm on him during Sunday dinner. Like he’s afraid someone is going to show up and attack him.”

“You think he was cheating with someone else who was married?”

“I can’t really figure out what’s going on with him, other than he’s lying. But I followed him today, and he didn’t go to work, he drove a hundred miles north.”

Michael blinked in reluctant admiration, “I guess you pick up stuff with two cops as parents.” He racked his brain for something more to say, but his conversational skills had never been gifted to begin with outside of charming someone into bed. “Um, in my experience, cheaters stay close to home. Like coworker, favorite waitress, etc. it’s definitely weird for your dad to drive that far for a little something on the side.”

“That’s the thing, he’s all secretive but it's over something nostalgic. I followed him to some old prison my grandfather worked at in the 60s called Caulfield. It’s been shut down for years. I can’t figure it out, and short of asking him directly I doubt I will.” Kyle shook his head again before inching closer to Michael on the couch, with a slow growing knowing smile, “So now you know where my head was when-“

“When I was trying to give you head?” Michael snarked playfully, picking up the change in mood easily. Apparently talking it out loud had released whatever mental block Kyle had been struggling with before. The moment reminded him of how he used to hold Alex at night, listening to him vent over the various customers in his day before he was able to wind down enough to enjoy any intimate touch.

Fuck. He was thinking about Alex again.

This time he let Kyle pulling him into a kiss distract him fully from the renewed spiral of remembrance. His body warmed slowly as Michael shut down his brain from wandering east again to Nashville.

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“Your soul and your heart have been in such opposition,” Mimi murmured, holding Michael’s palm between hers as she gave him a reading at the Wild Pony. It was his way of distracting her while Maria gently soothed two customers that had received a deep lecture about the sins on their souls from her mother. To be fair, Michael could tell from their demeanor and close cut hair that each of them had served or were actively serving in the military, so Mimi Deluca probably wasn’t too far wrong from the mark with her lecture. “I know you’re a traveler, child, but this pull north and east could tear you in two.”

“My heart hasn’t been mine for a while,” Michael replied truthfully. Once he and Alex had moved in with one another, the small family of outcasts with Alex, Maria and Mimi had expanded to include him for a while. And once upon a time it had boasted more members like Rosa and Liz, but his sister’s actions had trimmed those branches in one way or another.

“That’s the east, and while it travels ever closer to you, you’ll never get that back. But north though, if you follow that path, perhaps your soul will find peace.”

“Not sure what I’d do with peace.”

“Maybe pay your bar tab once in a while?” Maria injected as she moved back behind the bar with a gentle hand on her mother’s shoulder. “And not starting a fight in my bar would also be a good start.”

“Come on, Deluca, I have been a very good boy since that last go-around Jake. I swear that kid is a closet case with how badly he seems to want me to lay hands on him,” Michael protested weakly. Truly he had only bent his old promise to Alex a handful of times in the last year and all of them because the Fredrickson kid had brought up Alex in some way. The comments about his job, clothes, and cheap taste in booze could all be ignored, but one word about Alex’s music or success and the gloves came off.

“Maria! Don’t be so mean to Michael, his people aren’t designed to live like this, divided in two.”

Despite the chill from Mimi’s words, Michael knew that Maria didn’t take her mother’s talk too seriously with how often she peppered her premonitions with nineties alien blockbuster movies. She always interpreted her mother’s words as being a romantic metaphor about a lost love.

Suddenly Mimi straightened, looking over Michael’s shoulder. “I guess good can come from evil dying.”

In the mirror over the bar, he caught sight of what Mimi saw. A grip closed over his heart, squeezing it until the fluttering motion ceased under the force as he watched Alex Manes move confidently through the crowd toward the front where Michael was with Maria. His head was shaved close up the back of his head, leaving a long, silky dark fringe over one eye and his face was bare of makeup and piercings. The black shirt sporting long sleeves made of crisscrossed fabric over a pair of tight black jeans looked more at home on Rodeo Drive than Roswell but the completely indifferent look on Alex’s face showed he didn’t care about fitting in to the locals bar.

Fuck it was so quintessentially Alex’s attitude from high school, before the shed, that Michael was having trouble remembering it had been at least six years.

“Alex Manes, in my bar!” Maria squealed, vaulting herself over the bar in one smooth motion to cross the distance to throw herself into his arms.

Michael’s mouth was dry as he picked up his drink to take a sip, feeling awkward and out of place. Should he offer his hand to shake? A hug? Could he pretend to be European and kiss Alex’s cheeks? What were the rules on an ex that he traded Hallmark cards with now?

A soft cool touch pulling him back from his spiraling thoughts to look up into Mimi Deluca’s clear and focused gaze, “he sings in the wrong key every night, but you know his song. You’re a good boy, you’re not rotten inside like your sister.”

Before he could do more than blink, Alex was suddenly next to them, looking at Mimi’s hand covering his curiously before smiling at Michael. “I would have thought you’d be tired of this place, after all those nights waiting for me to finish my shift?”

“Alex,” Michael took a deep breath, floundering for something more than the obvious, “you’re here. In Roswell.”

“It wasn’t really my idea,” Alex admitted gently, before taking a seat next to him. He reached smoothly for Michael’s glass to steal a drink from before making a face. “Oh man, it’s been a long time since I’ve had Crown Royal.” He fished out an expensive wallet to pull a crisp hundred dollar bill from a stack to lay on the bar, “Maria, please rescue him from this with some good tequila.”

Mimi gave Michael a significant look of encouragement before interjecting, “Maria, honey you should let these two get reacquainted, Alex isn’t going anywhere for a while. Jesse is dying, but he’s not dying today or even tomorrow.”

Michael jerked his head toward Alex, “that’s why you’re here? It’s your dad?”

A small smile of satisfaction twitched over Alex’s mouth before he nodded in confirmation, “Brain tumor. Doctor says he might have a month, maybe less. I’m only here because my brother threatened to go to the press if I didn’t show and my agent is worried about how that would look.”

“Oh.” Michael picked up his fresh drink, a high end alcohol he could have never dreamed of ordering for himself, out of a need to do something with his hands to keep from reaching out to touch Alex. “If I said that sucks for you that he’s dying, I’d be lying, but I’m glad you’re here.”

“Yeah, it’s good to see you too, Michael.” Alex clinked his glass against Michael’s softly, “I’ve been back for a couple of days, this was the first time I could get away actually. The movies all lied you know, cancer isn’t this quiet death. My dad is ranting and raving all night long, about aliens, about being murdered, about all sorts of random shit about Roswell and the crash and hands that kill. Your name has kept coming up too. I should record it and put it on youtube, make him famous too.”

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#guerinweek20 #mgweek20 #malex #malex fic #guerenti #the lost decade #au after the shed #there will be a happy ending #angst first #pining idiots in love #roswell new mexico

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yourdeepestfathoms · 4 years

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everything great about Burlington Carrie

i’m slowly watching every version of Carrie the musical on YouTube and rating them, so we’re kicking this off with Burlington Carrie!

The musical starts with fire alarms, police sirens, fire roaring, and people screaming, which is such a cool way to open the performance! Then they end and are replaced with a heartbeat that gets faster and faster, and agh! I love it!

Right off the bat, gotta say this show gets a point for having an actual set. As much as I love BK and Seattle, the lack of background and set pieces really throws off the immersiveness.

This show also doesn’t have the “everyone wears red” thing going on like BK and Seattle did, which I enjoy because in the book Carrie wasn’t allowed to wear red.

Also, the ages in this cast are a little strange. Mostly all the students look like college kids, but the Chris looks like she’s in her thirties and Carrie looks like she’s fifteen, maybe sixteen. A little odd, but hey. If Chris is supposed to be an adult bullying a child, then I could get on board with that!

For the opening choreo in In, Sue kinda gets blocked and thrown around and then circled, which is something I’ve never seen before! It’s really cool looking! I love the way she stops being scared and starts singing with the others in a blink of an eye.

THEY LET MISS GARDENER SAY “you can choke on it for all I care” HELL YEAH

Miss G throws a basketball at one of the girls

Really enjoying how they actually play a sport during the gym par of In. I love the choreo where the dances look like they’re playing, don’t get me wrong, but something about seeing these girls throw around a basketball feels a lot more immersive.

Cynthia Reynolds, the girl who plays Carrie, really goes hard with the whole “shy girl” mannerisms and I love it. She is so cute.

Carrie’s loud “WHAT” when Sue says she got her period

Also holy shit, Cynthia is actually naked. Like, I’ve always been under the assumption that the actresses wear a strapless bra and at least shorts or underwear under the towel, but no she has nothing around her chest.

Good for her for doing that! If that were me and there was a wardrobe malfunction and the towel fell off, I would just die. Like, cancel the rest of the show, I can’t recover from that.

Chris’s face when Sue said Miss G isn’t a lesbian

(She is)

Cynthia’s vibrato in the opening note of Carrie is AMAZING

I love angry Carrie is! Both the character and the song!

Carrie falls to her knees and whimpers because of cramps in the middle of Carrie (song)

Look at this cutie!!

I love how unflattering Carrie’s clothes are. Like, it’s a wrinkly white shirt, a tan jacket with one (1) button buttoned, and fucking khakis that look way too tight for her legs. I love it.

Every time I watch a new version of Carrie, I always get nervous that the girl who plays Carrie won’t be able to hold the notes, since Carrie is an extremely difficult role, but Cynthia does a really good job! She has such a pretty voice, too!

Billy feels up and slaps Carrie’s thigh during the scene with all the boys

Carrie already looks like she’s about to burst into tears at the start of And Eve Was Weak

Where as in Seattle Carrie was on her knees for most of the song and in BK she was shoved around, here Carrie gets grabbed by the hair a lot and cowers. She also gets her arm twisted.

Carrie’s screams as she’s being pulled into the closet are heartbreaking!!!!

Billy snorts crack at the start of the party scene

The guys pick up Chris in The World According The Chris which was pretty damn cool

During the beginning of the show, they had chairs for the period scene, but for the scene where they’re actually in a classroom they make the kids sit on the floor lol

Carrie hugging her backpack in class, poor baby is so anxious

When Mr. Stephens was talking about who had the best poem and says that person should stand and read, Sue starts to get up and then immediately turns around and goes 😬 when Tommy’s name is said

But she’s supportive we stan

“Yeah, Tommy boy! That’s my baby!!!” -Billy

After Dreamer In Disguise, Sue immediately takes the poem from Tommy and starts reading it lol

The way Carrie says “it was beautiful” was so cute!!!

Billy mocks what Carrie said about Tommy’s poem in the most gay voice omg

The way Carrie speaks in this show is really in character for her. It’s kinda choppy and stammered. She. Talks. Like. This. There’s pauses and she stutters a lot and it fits so well!

Carrie SCREAMS at Sue WOW

Miss Gardener absolutely just tears into the girls during gym. She’s just insulting them left and right!

Have I mentioned that I love this Miss Gardener? Because she’s REALLY GOOD. Major props to Mackenzie Smith!!

The way Frieda says “sorry, Carrie” is a lot funnier than it probably should have been

Also Helen’s “Sorry????”

This Carrie is so fragile. Chris says she eats shit and she bursts into tears.

Carrie’s expression in the opening part of Unsuspecting Hearts.... She’s so sad

Also the bags under her eyes are HUGE does she ever SLEEP

Miss Gardener tries to dance with Carrie!!!! It’s so cute!!!!!

The way Miss Gardener spreads her arms and then Carrie looks down at her own and slowly copies her is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen

They t-posin

Even closer

Carrie immediately hugs Miss Gardener, it’s so cute!!

Carrie’s big grin and the way she says “thank you” after she gets invited to prom has my heart melting

The anger from Cynthia and Jillian (Margaret) in I Remember How Those Boys Could Dance is so powerful!!!!!

Instead of closing the windows, Carrie pins Margaret up against the wall with her telekinesis, which is a really interesting take on that part of the song that I’ve never seen before!

We love Carrie eating pie while watching her mom cry against a wall

So during A Night We’ll Never Forget, they have it set up where Norma, Frieda, Helen, Stokes, Freddie, and George are in class and singing about their plans for prom and Miss Gardener is reacting to what they’re saying. Another interesting take on the prom and very entertaining!

Look at this baby! Look at her with her hair down!

Isn’t she just the cutest little thing?

After Margaret calls Carrie a fool in Stay Here Instead she instantly flinches away like she’s scared

“I NEVER SHOULD HAVE LET YOU LIVE!!!” “Then why did you, Mama?” WOAHHH NEW LINES

Carrie grabs Tommy’s hand with both of hers

The way Carrie says “no shit” oh my god

Miss Gardener in her dress has me Big Gay

“After prom a few of us are going--” “OKAY”

Frieda clapping when Helen says prom king and queen insults women

MR. STEPHENS DANCING DURING PROM CLIMAX

Miss Gardener’s reaction to that

ALSO CARRIE GETS DOWN IN PROM CLIMAX HELL YEAH!!!!!

Her reacting to herself dancing and then giggling over it

She dances with Frieda!!

After Carrie and Tommy get announced prom king and queen, Carrie goes around hugging everyone and it’s SO CUTE

She launches herself into Mr. Stephens and he stumbles back slightly

And now we get to what is probably the best The Destruction scene I have ever seen before

FIRST OF ALL, the blood mainly goes all the way down Cynthia’s back, so she has to smear it on her dress and face, but I LOVE how dark red it is!

Next, during “our father who art in heaven” she breaks down into sobs and it’s so heartbreaking!!!

On the first “oh my god” she slams her hand back against the wall and smears the blood. The look of terror on her face as she looks at her hands is incredible!!!!

During the Note Of Death, Cynthia has to shift her pitch to hit the note, but she ends it with a scream, which sounds so good!!! I still think Keaton sang the song better, but Cynthia had so much emotion!!

When the massacre begins, everyone starts to scream and run around in a panic instead of Carrie controlling them all and make them wiggle around like in BK and Seattle. Instead, she kills them one by one as they frenzy around and try to escape. They all cry and scream at the ones who died to get up. There’s also a “fire” going and it’s just so good!!!!

As Carrie slowly walks out of the prom, Chris screams at her. And then everyone starts to cry and moan and call for help as the lights fade to black and holy shit it’s so chilling.

Cynthia cries out her lines over the prom instead of whispering them. It’s so heartbreaking to see and hear her sob and wail! And she continues to do so even as Jillian sings the reprise of Carrie.

My god the SCREAMS after Margaret dies! The EMOTION! I actually started crying because it’s just so sad!

Sue pulls Carrie into her arms even as she wails and shrieks and cries with her, which hurts even more!!!!

AND OH MY GOD THIS PART

When Sue sings alone during the end of Epilogue and all the kids part and there is Carrie, bloodied, staring blankly forward, and Sue just sings to her in tears

AND THEN CARRIE TURNS AND JUST LOOKS AT HER AND AAAGH

GO WATCH THIS PRODUCTION THE ENDING WILL KILL YOU IF CYNTHIA!CARRIE’S ADORABLENESS DOESN’T

#carrie #carrie the musical #burlington carrie #carrie white

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CHICAGO FIRE – REAR VIEW MIRROR (S01E06)

[door bell chime]

Hallie Thomas: Gabriela.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Hallie Thomas: Thank you for meeting me.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, of course.

Hallie Thomas: I hope it wasn’t an inconvenience.

Gabby Dawson: No, no, no, no. Not at all.

Hallie Thomas: I know you and Matt are close.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, uh…

Waitress: Can I get you something to drink?

Hallie Thomas: Uh, coffee’s fine, thank you.

I didn’t want to go to the Chief about this

because…

God, I’m so sorry.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, it’s okay. What’s… what’s wrong?

Hallie Thomas: It’s the Detective Voight thing. I didn’t, um…

I know your brother’s been trying to help.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah, that’s right.

Hallie Thomas: It’s just I have never seen Matt like this, and I have

a feeling that something bad is gonna happen.

Gabby Dawson: I’m really sorry for everything you’re going

through, Hallie, I am, but I’m not sure what I can

do.

Hallie Thomas: Matt’s deposition is scheduled after his shift.

Once he testifies against Voight’s son, it’s…it’s not

worth it anymore just to prove a point.

And I’m thinking more and more that Matt

shouldn’t go through with it.

Gabby Dawson: You should tell Matt.

Hallie Thomas: I did. Last night.

He wouldn’t listen.

But I think he would if it came from you.

cutscene

[motor humming]

[metal creaking & shaking]

Kelly Severide: Hey, hold still. Just relax.

Zit?

Tagger: I-I didn’t do that!

Kelly Severide: Of course not.

Look, this is as far as I can go. You gotta come the

rest of the way.

Tagger: You mean drop?

Kelly Severide: That’s right.

Otis Zvonecek: Zito…big-time tagger.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I’ve seen his name around.

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah? He’s hit every “L” train, bus stop, and

mailbox in Chicago.

Christopher Herrmann: You president of his fan club?

Otis Zvonecek: No. There’s a street art exhibition at the MCA.

Christopher Herrmann: This clown’s in the museum?

Otis Zvonecek: What a country. Right?

Kelly Severide: Just slide on down nice and easy. I got you.

Tagger (Zito): You called the cops!

Whoa!

Kelly Sevride: Hey!

Tagger (Zito): [struggling]

Kelly Severide: All right, now! Just drop!

(into radio) Coming down.

Matt Casey: (over radio) Copy. All clear.

Chief Boden: All good?

Otis Zvonecek: Yeah. Graffiti artist got stuck up there, Chief.

[dramatic music]

�� [car door shuts]

Chief Boden: Kelly.

You got no reason to be here.

Hank Voight: Oh, collecting gang intel, Chief.

Big new tag like that… gotta make sure it doesn’t

spark a turf war.

Chief Boden: You’ve seen it. Now leave.

Hank Voight: You might want to take a step back there. I don’t want

to charge you or one of your men with interfering

with a police investigation.

Chief Boden: Yeah.

Pack it up. We’re outta here.

Hank Voight: Oh, hey, Casey. You got your deposition tomorrow.

Kelly Severide: Come on, let’s go. Come on.

Hank Voight: Let me ask you, is that cute little fiancée of yours

gonna be there too? ‘Cause I gotta tell you, the

other night, when we were talking, she seemed

kinda, I don’t know, uh, shut down. But by the

end, she really started to open up.

Kelly Severide: Hey! Hey! Come on.

Matt Casey: Your day’s coming. Your day’s coming, Voight!

- Title Screen -

[knocks on door]

Chief Boden: Close the door.

[door shuts]

Chief Boden: You all right?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Chief Boden: What do you want to do?

Matt Casey: About?

Chief Boden: You.

You want to go out on calls, stay here in the house,

take some time off?

Matt Casey: Go out on calls.

Chief Boden: Then you have to do it right.

Matt Casey: I have been.

Chief Boden: You’ve heard me say this a million times.

In this job, regardless of what’s going on in your life,

you take your eye off it for one second, people can

die.

Matt Casey: You’re right. I have heard you say that, and we’re in

agreement.

Chief Boden: I wish I could do more to fix this, but right now, it is

just a matter of trusting the system.

Look, Matt, there won’t be another warning.

[background chatter]

Kelly Severide: Hey.

Hey, look…

Look, man, you wanna hit somebody, my buddy

has got a boxing gym over in Bucktown. You get

a trainer, you glove up, you hit mitts. 5 bucks a

round. We could head over there after shift.

Matt Casey: Yeah, I’ll-I’ll think about it. Thanks.

cutscene

Christopher Herrmann: Not to sound like my father-in-law, but

this is what’s wrong with America.

Otis Zvonecek: What’s wrong with America or what’s great about

America?

Christopher Herrmann: Are you kidding me? 3,000 clams for that,

and I’m out there doing side jobs for 20

dollars an hour?

Joe Cruz: Hey, Mouch is looking for you.

Christopher Herrmann: Do you know how much the taxpayers of

this city pay for graffiti removal? 50 million

a year.

Peter Mills: Uh, that… that sounds high.

Christopher Herrmann: Look it up.

All right, stop. All right, so it’s more like

25 million or something.

[laughing]

Christopher Herrmann: Either way, it’s a lot of money.

Peter Mills: Yeah.

Christopher Herrmann: And then this little wannabe hood rat…

Leslie Shay: Herrmann… it’s bold. It’s provocative.

Christopher Herrmann: Hahaha. You’re just trying to get a rise.

And look at these high society douche

bags lapping it up.

You see, this is why, when my kids get out

of high school, Cindy and me, we’re

moving to Chain O’Lakes ‘cause… I can’t

deal with this insanity.

[laughter]

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: How long am I looking at? Realistically.

Mouch: Somewhere between 0 and 100 days.

Gabby Dawson: Oh…do you understand [chuckles] the definition

of ‘realistically’?

Mouch: There’s a lot of moving parts to this.

Gabby Dawson: They’re on your head.

Mouch: Ah.

Gabby Dawson: Have you ever even been to a suspension hearing

before?

Mouch: Of course.

Your case [Gabby sighs] is a two-demerit issue, and so

we’re gonna keep it friendly. And the more aggressive

you come across, the more guilty you’ll look. Keep

your responses short and to the point.

Gabby Dawson: All right, cool. So you’re saying you got this,

right Mouch?

Mouch: Yeah, but we still gotta prep. Where you going?

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Matt Casey: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: [nervous chuckle] Sorry, just what you needed,

right? One more person asking how you’re

doing.

Matt Casey: Better than nobody giving a rat’s ass, I guess.

Gabby Dawson: So… how are you holding up?

Matt Casey: I’m just hoping that luck’s on my side because in

terms of me being able to control the situation. It

hasn’t worked out so well.

Gabby Dawson: Uh… but I guess there… there is one more thing

you could do to end this whole thing, right?

Have you thought about retracting your statement?

Matt Casey: Would you?

Gabby Dawson: I would think about it.

Matt Casey: Okay. Now that you have…

Gabby Dawson: [sighs]

Matt Casey: Why would you advise me to do something you

wouldn’t?

Gabby Dawson: I…

[alarm whooping, PA buzzing]

(Over PA): Ambulance 61, Truck 81, gunshot victim. 25 East

Halsted Street.

[siren blares]

[horns honk]

[cars honking, indistinct chatter & shouting]

[truck door shuts]

Lady 1: C’mon!

Matt Casey: Wait!

Leslie Shay: Where’s the victim?

CTA Driver: In the back.

Matt Casey: Shooter?

CTA Driver: Gone. I swerved when I heard the shots.

Matt Casey: Cruz, Mills, in the bus.

Cones and flares; get these cars moving.

[car horns beeping & honking]

Leslie Shay: Shot to the neck. Not breathing. Weak pulse.

Guys…

Gabby Dawson: We need your help.

Leslie Shay: Alright, get him down here.

Down here’s good. Watch his head. Watch his head.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, you gotta get an open airway or we’re gonna

lose him right now.

Here, open this.

Leslie Shay: We can’t tube him; too much mouth trauma.

Gabby Dawson: All right, surgical cric.

Leslie Shay: Not approved in the field, Dawson.

Gabby Dawson: Excuse me, sir, does that really matter to you

right now? No? Oh, okay, good.

Leslie Shay: Give it to me.

Gabby Dawson: I got it.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, give it to me. Now!

Alright, give me the tube.

Joe Cruz: We’ll get the backboard and stretcher.

[car door shuts]

Christopher Herrmann: Chief.

[whistles] Hey, keep it moving!

Let’s go, let’s go.

Chief Boden: Surgical cric?

Gabby Dawson: We could’ve waited for approval, but then he

would have been D.O.A.

Leslie Shay: It was my call, Chief. I’ll take the hit.

[tires screech, horns honk]

Matt Casey: What was that?

Man 1: What are you doing?

Matt Casey: Huh? No, you’re gotta wait.

Oh, you’re gonna do that? Go on.

[tires screeching]

Chief Boden: Casey!

Your shift is over.

Matt Casey: Oh, come on Chief!

Chief Boden: No, no, no, no. Go home. Head for the house.

Whatever you want but you are done for

today.

[radio chatter]

[truck door shuts]

Kelly Severide: Where’s Casey?

Chief.

Chief Boden: I’m not taking any more chances.

Kelly Severide: He’s doing the right thing. He’s getting his ass

kicked for it.

Chief Boden: You don’t think I know that?

Kelly Severide: Then he needs to be here where we can keep an

eye on him.

Chief Boden: Kelly, I tried that already.

Kelly Severide: So he’s better off out there by himself, pissed off,

not thinking straight…

Chief Boden: This is a firehouse…

Not some of the time, not for some of the calls.

Any man who walks through that door, he gotta be

ready. If he isn’t, he’s gonna be walking in the

other direction.

‘Cause I am a chief first and I am a friend second.

Casey’s just gonna have to find his own way from

now on.

cutscene

Leslie Shay: Saline?

Gabby Dawson: [sighs] Two.

Leslie Shay: Ambo bag?

Gabby Dawson: One. Do you also want me to tell you how much

gas we have left in the ambo tank ‘cause

apparently, all I’m good for is inventory and

driving now.

Leslie Shay: Listen, one more black mark on your record between

now and Friday…

Gabby Dawson: Why even go to the hearing if you’re already

suspending me?

Leslie Shay: Maybe I don’t want to ride around with half-assed

relievers for three months. Ever thought of that?

Listen, Chief did the right thing. Gave him some time

to cool off.

He’s gonna be fine.

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: We should eat, huh?

Peter Mills: Make a sandwich.

Otis Zvonecek: [munching]

Peter Mills: So… Casey’s out for how long?

Christopher Herrmann: Chief knows that, not me.

Mouch: I got a suspension hearing to prepare for.

Send Dawson in, if you see her.

Joe Cruz: [slams fists down on table] Yo I feel like we’re sitting

around like a bunch of pussies while we let Voight

push our boy around. Why can’t we take the ball

game to him?

Christopher Herrmann: I got a wife and four kids who don’t need

their dad fired or locked up.

Joe Cruz: How ‘bout you, Mills?

Otis Zvonecek: Why aren’t you asking me?

Joe Cruz: Because I’m not talking about toilet papering Voight’s

house, O.

How ‘bout it, Mills?

Peter Mills: I’m down.

Christopher Herrmann: Okay, the both of you shut up.

Nobody’s gonna do nothin’.

Joe Cruz: So we just sit by?

Christopher Herrmann: Then go! Put on a ski mask and take on a

dirty cop, and see how far that gets you.

[door shuts]

cutscene

[cell phone buzzes]

Gabby Dawson: What’s the latest?

Antonio Dawson: Nothing yet.

Gabby Dawson: What are you say…what, we’re still at zero?

Score one? What do you mean nothing?

Antonio Dawson: I’ve been doing plenty. But if you’re asking if I

have anything conclusive at this moment, the

answer’s no.

Gabby Dawson: Well, what have you been doing, Antonio?

Antonio Dawson: [scoffs]

Gabby Dawson: I would love to know, because this whole thing is

unravelling for Casey.

Antonio Dawson: Voight’s put the word out on the street…

we know that. So we’re looking for someone to

wear a wire. Yesterday, we busted a kid for

possession. He’s in a gang with ties to Voight.

I offered him a deal if he’d flip. Had him this

close, but he wouldn’t go.

Gabby Dawson: So offer him something else.

Antonio Dawson: [scoffs] It don’t work like that.

As long as Casey doesn’t take the bait, this

thing’s gonna play out the way we want.

So sit tight. Have a little faith in your brother.

cutscene

Hallie Thomas: Why don’t we just leave? We both have vacation

time built up. We could even go longer, I’m sure

they would give you a leave of absence.

Matt Casey: When we get back… Voight will have forgotten all

about it?

Hallie Thomas: We go where he can’t find us, and we give the

cops enough time to bust him.

Come on, baby. Let’s get out of here.

Let’s regroup.

[knocks on door]

Matt Casey: Just…

[indistinct radio chatter]

Officer Bell: Matthew Casey?

Matt Casey: Yeah?

Officer Bell: We have a warrant to search your home.

Matt Casey: What?

Officer Bell: We got a tip says you’re in possession of cocaine.

Either we can search your house, or you can

produce the cocaine and your cooperation will be

taken into consideration.

Matt Casey: Voight. Detective Voight, he put you up to this?

Officer Bell: No, I don’t know any Voight.

I just know we’re coming in.

The warrant allows us to search the entire house, and

you’re allowed, by law, to stay in the house if you

remain cooperative.

Matt Casey: I’m a firefighter, Station 51. My fiancée is a doctor at

Lakeshore. Do we really look like cocaine users to

you?

Officer Bell: If you could please both go wait in the front room.

Now.

Matt Casey: Antonio Dawson. He’s a Detective in Vice. He’ll tell you

we’re being harassed by this cop. I have Antonio’s

number on my cell. Will you please just take a second

and talk to him?

Please.

Officer Madden: Yeah, this is Officer Madden.

Yeah, we have a search warrant for

Matthew Casey…

[continues indistinctly]

Matt Casey: It’s all right, baby. It’s gonna be alright.

[suspenseful music]

Officer Madden: He says they’re clean.

Officer Bell: If I ever have to come back here again, no favour is

gonna get you out of it.

[police radio chatter in background]

[door closes]

Hallie Thomas: It was under the table.

Oh my God.

Matt Casey: That’s 15 years right there.

Hallie Thomas: Call Antonio back.

Matt Casey: Flush it down the toilet.

Hallie Thomas: Baby…

Matt Casey: Flush it down the toilet!

[toilet flushes]

Hallie Thomas: Matt!

[tires screeching]

[raps on door]

Hank Voight: [grunts]

Matt Casey: [heavy breathing]

Hank Voight: You just committed a couple felonies.

Matt Casey: I’m ready to commit a few more. Because I’m telling

you, it ends now, or you’re the one that’s gonna

disappear.

[gun cocks]

Hank Voight: Yeah, I can respect that.

Go ahead. Use it.

You retract that statement against my son… or you

pull that trigger.

Because that’s the only thing that’s gonna stop me.

[car door shuts]

Matt Casey: [heavy breathing]

[grunts & pants]

cutscene

Gabby Dawson: Muffled heart sounds. It was clearly Beck’s triad.

She had a sternal fracture, a large

hemopericardium and mediastinal haemorrhage,

all of which indicates that a pericardiocentesis is

obviously…

Mouch: You’re already talking too much. The question was what did

you see?

Gabby Dawson: Uh, I saw a young girl in danger of dying and so I

felt it was necessary…

Mouch: Feelings… no feelings. Thoughts. Convictions.

Gabby Dawson: Okay, fine. I thought that… I knew that I had to do

something immediately, and that something was

per…

Mouch: Just answer the question posed to you. Don’t elaborate.

And smile.

Gabby Dawson: Fine.

Mouch: Go ahead.

Gabby Dawson: What?

Mouch: Smile. Let me see it.

Gabby Dawson: Oh, Mouch, come on.

Mouch: Let me see it.

Gabby Dawson: I can smile

Mouch: Come on. Contrite, not smug.

Welcoming and innocent.

We’re gonna work on that.

cutscene

Tony: [sighs] I’m hitting the rack, boys.

Hadley: Yeah [chuckles] ‘Cause you’re getting buried.

[truck door shuts]

Capp: Uh, oh.

Kelly Severide: Nah, all good.

Hadley: How do you know?

Kelly Severide: That’s an ‘I’m with the program’ kind of walk.

[cards shuffling]

[knocks on door]

Matt Casey: [sighs] You were right. Voight had me spun out. I let it

get to me. Won’t let it again. I need to work. I’m willing

to trust the system.

So I’d like to resume my duties, Chief.

Chief Boden: Welcome back.

Mouch: Hey!

[laughing & cheering]

Joe Cruz: Yeah, there he is, huh?

Christopher Herrmann: Alright, alright, alright, alright. Don’t turn it

into a Greek wedding. Come on,

everybody, normal day. Everybody go

about your business. Let’s go.

[siren blares, PA buzzes]

(Over PA): Truck 81, Engine 51, Squad 3, Ambulance 61.

Building fire, Indiana and 28th Place.

[doors shuts]

[engine starts]

[sirens blaring]

Christopher Herrmann: Hey, Chief. Dumpster fire. Nobody called

it in. Flames went up the service elevator

shaft, spread out on the fifth.

[indistinctive chatter]

Chief Boden: Find me the super. I need occupancy numbers.

What about the main elevator?

Christopher Herrmann: Otis just cleared it. He’s coming out with a

few more tenants.

[radio chatter]

Chief Boden: Five more ambos, and Chief Hatcher’s on the way.

Leslie Shay: We’re gonna need ‘em. Anticipate at least five reds in

there.

Gabby Dawson: We can’t wait for Hatcher with this many

non-responsives.

We gotta set up triage.

Chief Boden: Do it. You’re in charge here.

Gabby Dawson: All right.

(into radio) This is Ambulance 61. Give me an

EMS plan one...[continues indistinctly]

Leslie Shay: Hey, Chief?

Chief Boden: She’ll be fine.

Leslie Shay: I know. But where are all the people?

No one’s coming out of the other side of the building.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Squad 3, check out the West Side fire

stairwell.

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Already on three. Must be a blockage.

Capp and Hadley have the east.

Chief Boden: (over radio) I’m sending you Casey, Cruz, and Mills.

We need to check out those upper floors.

Matt Casey: On it.

Kelly Severide: You’re kidding me.

Matt Casey: You alright?

Joe Cruz: Yeah.

Matt Casey: Severide!

Kelly Severide: Hey, I’m clearing a path.

Hey, is there anybody back there?

Hey.

Victim 1 (lady): They… They can’t breathe. It’s pitch black in there.

There’s people in the hall.

[coughing]

Kelly Severide: If you’re mobile, keep walking.

Slow and steady. There’s paramedics waiting.

Hey, I’ll take this.

Matt Casey: I’m going up further.

Kelly Severide: Okay.

[signal clicking]

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Got at least four reds heading to triage.

Gabby Dawson: Alright, we got another red.

Shay, this one’s yours.

Leslie Shay: Yeah, got it.

Gabby Dawson: Alright.

Kelly Severide: There’s three more up on six.

Gabby Dawson: Any burns?

Kelly Severide: Not on six. But Casey, Cruz and Mills went higher.

Gabby Dawson: All right.

Chief Boden: (into radio) Capp, Hadley, meet us in the west

stairwell.

Hadley: (over radio) Copy.

Boy 1: You’re going in there?

Chief Boden: You need to get back behind the lines. Mouch, get

this kid safe.

Mouch: Come here, pal.

Leslie Shay: You gotta get that tube down her throat.

Paramedic: I can’t. There’s too much swelling.

Leslie Shay: Then cric her.

Paramedic: I’ve never done it.

Leslie Shay: Dawson, you’ve gotta cric this woman, or she’s a

goner.

Gabby Dawson: Alright, hand me a scalpel.

Chief Hatcher: Who’s the lead here?

Gabby Dawson: You’re looking at her.

You may as well keep looking over my shoulder,

‘cause this is definitely gonna be an infraction.

Hand me a size five tube.

Bag.

All right, bag her.

Lungs are good. Get me the fastest driver we’ve

got.

Chief Hatcher: (into radio) Next available ambulance, now!

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that. Car 816, respond to triage.

Joe Cruz: Seven is clear.

Peter Mills: Casey is on eight.

Chief Boden: I got it. I’m on my way up.

Matt Casey: Fire department! Call out!

[door busting open]

[people coughing]

Matt Casey: Come on!

Come on.

Victim 2 (man): [grunts]

Chief Boden: No. Casey, retreat. Go back. You won’t make it.

Retreat. You won’t make it!

Get back in the apartment.

[coughing]

Chief Boden: Casey, go back!

[flashover]

[door shuts]

Matt Casey: Get down.

Chief Boden: [into radio] Casey plus two on eight. East corner unit.

Move that ladder now!

[glass shatters]

[coughing]

Matt Casey: (into radio) Mayday!

(over radio) Mayday! Not sure how long I can hold it

back.

[indistinctive chatter]

Joe Cruz: Eight is a reach.

Kelly Severide: No choice.

Get that ladder as close as you can. Hug that

building if you have to, Capp and I will climb.

Joe Cruz: I need a clear path to the East Corner.

Matt Casey: What’s your name?

Victim 2 (man): [coughing] Curtis.

Matt Casey: Okay, Curtis, you’re gonna put that on her. Make sure

it’s tight around her face.

Victim 2 (man) (Curtis): [coughing]

Matt Casey: Good, now I want you to open the window.

Victim 2 (man) (Curtis): We ain’t gonna make it.

Matt Casey: Open it!

Victim 2 (man) (Curtis): [coughing]

Christopher Herrmann: (into radio) We’re gonna have three

coming down from eight. I need

two ambulance crews ready at the

base of Truck 81.

Dispatcher: (over radio) Copy that. Truck 81, we’ll have you two

ambos…[continued indistinctly]

Kelly Severide: (into radio) We’re coming for you, Casey.

Matt Casey: (over radio) Better make it fast!

(into radio) It’s getting hot in here!

Kelly Severide: (into radio) Alright, tell ‘em to stand in three, two…

one.

Matt Casey: Alright, Curtis, get your mom up!

Victim 2 (man) (Curtis): Come on, you go first.

Kelly Severide: Okay. Come on out.

Turn around.

Victim 2 (man) (Curtis): [coughing]

Kelly Severide: Capp, take her!

Hang on.

All right. Here.

Capp: Slow step backwards.

Kelly Severide: Come on!

Matt Casey: Not until he’s out!

Kelly Severide: Let’s go.

Matt Casey: Aah!

Kelly Severide: Come on.

All right, your turn!

Matt Casey: No way! Not until you’re out of range!

Kelly Severide: Not moving! Let go now!

Matt Casey: All right, here I come!

Kelly Severide: All right, hang on, keep your head down.

Matt Casey: [grunts]

[explosion]

Matt Casey: Can’t… Can’t get up.

Kelly Severide: Hey!

Matt Casey: [grunting]

Kelly Severide: Grab my…grab my arm.

[grunts]

Swing!

[winces]

Come on, I got you.

Matt Casey: [grunts]

Severide & Casey: [pants]

[radio chatter]

Chief Boden: Capp.

Capp: Thanks, Chief.

Chief Boden: Hadley.

Hadley: Chief.

Chief Boden: Good job.

Christopher Herrmann: Chief.

Gabby Dawson: That was pretty close, huh?

Matt Casey: Plenty of time.

Gabby Dawson: [scoffs] Really?

Matt Casey: Listen, if you see Hallie at the hospital, don’t tell her

about this, okay? I’ve given her enough to worry

about lately.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah.

Peter Mills: Hey… Chief says you should hit it so you can make it

to your hearing.

Gabby Dawson: Who’s gonna cover?

Peter Mills: EMT certified. Good luck.

Matt Casey: Yeah, good luck.

Gabby Dawson: Yeah. Okay.

Matt Casey: Take care of your mom, okay?

[siren wailing]

Curtis: Hey, you Casey?

Matt Casey: Yeah.

Curtis: You’re the one got the problem with Detective Voight, right?

Matt Casey: Yeah, that’s right.

Curtis: Man, I can help you out.

cutscene

Antonio Dawson: Curtis is gonna do it.

Chief Boden: When? Where?

Antonio Dawson: Now. He already put in a call to Voight for a

meet.

I’m gonna prep him while my techs wire him up.

Then we’re good to go.

Now, we got one shot at this. There’s about a

dozen things that could flush it down the drain,

so don’t say anything to anyone. Don’t even

mention his name out loud, ‘cause Voight’s got

ears all over this city.

I’ll let you know once it goes down.

Matt Casey: I want to be there.

Antonio Dawson: [sighs]

Fine. Let’s go.

cutscene

Hearing Officer: The charges you face, Miss Dawson, are both very

serious and very troubling.

Mouch: We disagree whole heartedly, Sir.

Hearing Officer: Miss Dawson chose to perform a procedure that

was clearly outside of her jurisdiction, and that

could have mortally injured the patient in her

care.

Gabby Dawson: I…

Mouch: J… To refresh my memory, could you please read the full

charges out loud? I believe we have that right.

Hearing Officer: Gabriela Dawson is charged with wilful neglect of

protocol, and of practising a medical procedure

that she was neither trained nor certified…

Gabby Dawson: No, I have been trained in that procedure, and I

knew exactly what I was doing, and how much

time we didn’t have. I’m also currently taking

pre-med classes, where I’ve re-studied every

procedure…

Mouch: I’m sorry.

Hearing Officer: And I am studying for my pilot’s license,

Miss Dawson, but that does not mean I

can land a 747 in a blizzard.

Gabby Dawson: But you’d sure as hell try if you were about to

crash.

Hearing Officer: You are lucky that girl is alive, or there would be

criminal charges pending against you.

Gabby Dawson: If saving a kid’s life is now a criminal offense, then

maybe it’s your damn protocol that’s out of

whack, and the wrong people are making the

rules.

Mouch: Ten-minute break?

Hearing Officer: Five.

Gabby Dawson: You didn’t even remember the charges.

Mouch: I was stalling for time.

Gabby Dawson: What? Why?

Hearing Officer: We’re ready.

[footsteps]

Mouch: Ah…

Gabby Dawson: Hey Madeline.

Lady 2 (Madeline’s mother): I’m sorry. Are we too late?

Gabby Dawson: Hi.

Mouch: Uh, please enter into the record witnesses number two,

three, and four.

There’s a reason sky divers pack two parachutes.

cutscene

[cat meowing]

Antonio Dawson: Here we go.

[car door shuts]

Hank Voight: What’s happening, young blood?

Curtis: What’s up with you, V?

Deshawn said there’s money to be made on the firefighter.

I want his deal.

Hank Voight: He tell you who it is?

Curtis: Yeah, but I wasn’t really paying attention till he said

something about the money.

Hank Voight: His name is Casey.

Curtis: How much?

Hank Voight: Depends on services rendered.

Curtis: Well, Deshawn said his boys got 5 for jumping him. I figure I

could do a lot worse for a grand.

Hank Voight: Bro, you stop him for good, I’ll give you 2.

Antonio Dawson: We got it?

(into radio) Move it in.

[siren whoops]

Curtis: They ain’t here for me, bro.

Police Officers: Let’s see your hands!

Don’t move!

Come on, get ‘em up!

Hank Voight: Yeah, look at me.

Antonio Dawson: I got him, I got him.

Hank Voight: Enjoy it while you can. This is entrapment.

Antonio Dawson: You’re cooked, young blood.

Get in.

[door shuts]

cutscene

Otis Zvonecek: Got it.

Oh, that’s great.That’s great to hear.

Oh yeah, okay. See you at the shindig. Bye.

That was Mouch. Dawson got a three-shift

suspension, but we’ll be throwing her a

suspension party tomorrow night.

Joe Cruz: So how much money does she lose, like, 2 grand?

Otis Zvonecek: [sighs] A little bit more but if we all chip in

20 bucks, we might be able to put a dent in

it.

Christopher Herrmann: Or…[sighs]

Otis Zvonecek: It’s got that signature wild style of his and it has

this lovely unfinished quality to it. He almost fell

to his death while finishing the ‘O’.

Christopher Herrmann: Unbelievable.

Otis Zvonecek: Can you hold on one second?

Thanks, pal. Hello?

Hey Serg, how are you?

Listen, I’m gonna have to give you a call back.

I’m on the other line with a different buyer. But if

he starts dragging his feet, it’s all yours buddy.

All right [chuckles], thanks, pal. Hello?

Alright, 2,000.

1,500?

You gonna slap me in the face like that? You

gonna slap me in the face with 1,000?

You…[laughs] I’ll take it.

cutscene

Peter Mills: There we go

Mouch: What’s this?

Peter Mills: Just drink it.

Congrats to Dawson. Could have been worse.

Gabby Dawson: Thank you.

Cheers.

Mills & Mouch: Cheers

All: Oh!

Mouch: Shiver me timbers.

Gabby Dawson: [chokes & laughs]

[kissing sound]

Gabby Dawson: Thank you so much for your help, Mouch.

You really pulled it out.

Mouch: You weren’t… worried about me, were you?

Gabby Dawson: Oh no. Never.

Christopher Herrmann: [sighs] Thomas Kincade? Okay, I get that.

You look at his paintings…God rest his

soul…But yeah, that’s art. That’s worth

money. But this?

The scourge of a civilised society, man.

Chain O’Lakes, guys. Chain O’Lakes.

That’s where you’ll find me.

[cell phone rings]

Otis Zvonecek: Yello?

Okay, great. We’ll bring it right out.

It’s the buyer. He’s here. Grab an end.

Christopher Herrmann: I’m not touching it.

Otis Zvonecek: Chain O’Lakes.

Gabby Dawson: Hey, guys, I’ll help you.

Otis Zvonecek: Hey, thanks Dawson.

[door bell chimes]

Someone: Thanks. D.

Matt Casey: I’m not gonna ask. I didn’t see it. I didn’t see it.

I’d have thrown the book at you.

Gabby Dawson: [laughs]

Matt Casey: [laughs]

Gabby Dawson: Hi.

Matt Casey: Hi.

Gabby Dawson: Hey.

Antonio Dawson: Hey.

Gabby Dawson: I heard about Voight. He got it worse than me,

huh?

Matt Casey: Rear view mirror, baby. Rear view mirror.

Gabby Dawson: [giggles] Well, then, you come to the right place.

You can see my friend Peter Mills at the bar

over there.

Oh, yeah, you did an okay job.

Antonio Dawson: Oh, thanks. What a ball-breaker, huh?

Gabby Dawson: You can handle it.

Any chance Voight beats this?

Antonio Dawson: No shot.

Speaking of shots, where are they?

Gabby Dawson: Over there.

Where’s Hallie?

Matt Casey: Meeting me here.

Gabby Dawson: I’m really happy for you.

Matt Casey: Me too.

Chief Boden: Hey. Come here.

Matt Casey: [muffled] Hey.

Chief Boden: I am glad it is over.

Matt Casey: It is. Thanks for everything, Chief.

Chief Boden: [scoffs]

Matt Casey: Are you… drunk… Chief?

Chief Boden: Yeah, a little.

Matt Casey: I’ll be joining you momentarily.

Chief Boden: Good. Glad to hear it.

Kelly Severide: Just ask him.

Leslie Shay: You.

Kelly Severide: He’ll think I’m sniffing around.

Leslie Shay: How do you think I’m gonna come across?

Kelly Severide: Here he comes.

Leslie Shay: He thinks I’m a curmudgeon.

Kelly Severide: Would you just do it for me?

Leslie Shay: Peter Mills.

Peter Mills: Hey. Lieutenant.

Kelly Severide: What’s up?

Leslie Shay: Great party. Thank you for hosting it.

Peter Mills: Yeah, no sweat.

Leslie Shay: And it’s a really cool space.

And what kind of food do you guys serve?

Peter Mills: Well, it’s a diner, so diner food.

Leslie Shay: Oh, hey, um, is your sister Elise here… tonight?

Peter Mills: No, she’s out with some friends.

Leslie Shay: Oh, alright.

Kelly Severide: Thanks.

Gabby Dawson: Cheers.

[glass clinking]

Matt Casey: Cheers.

[door bell chimes]

Gabby Dawson: Oh, Hallie’s here.

Hallie Thomas: Hi.

[kissing sound]

Matt Casey: Hi. It’s over. We’re all right now.

[whispers] We’re all right.

- end -

Definitions:

MCA = Museum of Contemporary Art (Chicago)

Surgical cric = A cricothyrotomy is an incision made through the skin and cricothyroid membrane to establish a patent airway during certain life-threatening situations, such as airway obstruction by a foreign body, angioedema (swelling of the lower layer of skin and tissue just under the skin or mucous membranes. The swelling may occur in the face, tongue, larynx/voice box, abdomen or arms and legs) or massive facial trauma. It is nearly always performed as a last resort in cases where orotracheal (placement of a flexible plastic tube into the windpipe/trachea to maintain an open airway to serve as a conduit through which to administer certain drugs. It is frequently performed in critically injured, ill, or anesthetised patients to facilitate ventilation of the lungs. The endotracheal tube – the catheter – is passed through the mouth and vocal apparatus into the trachea) and nasotracheal (an endotracheal tube is passed through the nose and vocal apparatus into the trachea) intubation are impossible or contraindicated

D.O.A = Dead on arrival

Beck’s triad = Collection of three medical signs, associated with acute cardiac tamponade, a medical emergency when excessive fluid accumulates in the pericardial sac around the heart and impairs its ability to pump blood. The signs are low arterial blood pressure, distended neck veins, and distant, muffled heart sounds.

Sternal fracture = Fracture of the sternum (breast bone), located in the centre of the chest.

Hemopericardium = Refers to blood in the pericardial sac of the heart.

Mediastinal haemorrhage = Blunt chest trauma. It is caused by aortic injury, by mediastinal vascular injury such as aortic injury, and by fractures of the sternum and vertebral column

Pericardiocentesis = Procedure done to remove fluid that has built up in the sac around the heart.

EMS Plan One = 5 ambulances, 1 paramedic in charge, 1 assistant paramedic, 1 engine company or truck company, 1 battalion chief.

Curmudgeon = A bad tempered person, especially an old one.

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SEPTEMBER 26th - 2013 - 3AM

PART 1 ] [ PART 2 ] [ PART 3 ]

News died down and people calmed down. Slipped under the radar like so much background noise about bombings in far off countries. I could imagine it to be like how you get used to bullets reporting off the sand and brick and hot earth after it goes on for days and weeks and years.

Tsunamis you never drown in, riots you only see as rushing masses on the screen, earthquakes you can’t comprehend, cancelled flights you’ll never be on, borders closed that you never intended to cross, and hospitals creaking under the pressure of illness that’d been packing them for months. What was some spoiled wheat when you came from the land of agricultural plenty? Nevermind that end of season harvest was recent.

And, anyway, I still had bills and to pay those I had to keep working. Natural disasters notwithstanding.

Thankfully, night shift usually meant I could relax. The current site I was working at was a warehouse facility. Took big trucks in and out all day, but shut down around the time I rolled in. Mostly I did patrols by car or foot. Since it was only what a proper northerner considers ‘chilly’ for my last patrol, I decided to walk.

All I was really looking for inside the warehouse was fires or leaks. Outside was more about checking out the parked trailers along the outer fence line. Making sure the plastic seals weren’t broken. That people weren’t climbing the fence to steal anything.

I honestly didn't expect any trouble. I heard more from the day shift about fist fights over boxes from the workers in the building than I did actual attempts at theft.

Hell, mostly I ran into lone coyotes. Or a racoon. They’re all kinda cute if you keep a distance. Sometimes I’d purposely only look at the stray rabbit from an eye corner and keep moving. They were just there for the choice, crisp, grass on this side of the fence.

Somewhere in the back, I found a hole in the fence line. Low to the ground and mostly under the fence where dirt had been dug up. Not super uncommon. Looked like an animal had dug it up. Another lone coyote lookin’ for one of those rabbits, probably. I sighed out a puff of condensed air and tucked my flashlight under my arm with the cone of light pointing at the breach.

Phone came out of my pocket and I took a flash lit photo. Put that away and took out a bit of scrap paper and a pen I kept in one of my coat pockets. Scribbling the time, 0349, and the look of the hole. I’d have to document it and let the supervisor know in the morning to have it checked out.

It also meant I’d be walking this every half hour instead of every couple hours. Thankfully, I only had three more to go.

I paid some extra attention to the trailers nearby. Checking their seals were intact and making sure the tops of the doors were adequately locked still. Scoped out the area and thought all looked well enough to move on.

Mind you, there was some unease. Might be a coyote around after all. Normally I wouldn’t think much of that. Alone, they’re not really keen to scrap with a human. Most didn’t desperately dig through a fence, either.

Thankfully, I was allowed a taser with this company so I kept it in hand in my pocket. I just couldn’t shake the feeling on the back of my neck. Cold and prickly and not from the bite in the air. Left over combat instinct or plain, embarrassing, fear of the dark mixed with primal fear of wild animals? I resolved to walk with a longer stride and dipped down the figurative hallway between two trailers. There was more light to see by coming off the warehouse at the other side as opposed to along the perimeter fence.

I nearly tripped when I came out. Ahead of me, in the dark place between trailers still in their docks, was something. Low and crouched. With two eyeballs that gave off a sheen of an amber glow. Like a coyote.

Mmm, great. Maybe it had rabies. In which case, a taser wasn’t going to do it.

I avoided shining a light on it to keep it from attacking. Instead I pulled at my radio and turned the volume down before speaking into it, quite and calm,

“Candice, you got a copy?” Relieved when that alone didn’t cause the animal to stir. Beyond a slight shift and a low rumble. A growl that sounded...pained? I didn’t get an inch closer. Rabies or not, injury was even more liable to launch at me with intent to maul if I wasn’t mindful.

“Go ahead.” She responded. Unaware of my predicament.

“We’re gunna need to call Paul and the non-emergency number for the cops, I guess?” I paused, but held the button to keep the line. “There’s a cranky, possibly rabid, coyote back he--shit!” I let the button go, my voice cracking on a high pitch, as the animal came screaming out of the dark across the pavement toward me.

By the way? Not an animal! It turned out to be bipedal! PERSON! A person was streaking toward me with a howl of rage I hadn’t heard since the desert. The only thing that kept me from getting bum rushed straight down into the ground was that time in the war. Muscle memory and understanding of how bodies work allowing me to shift into mindlessly diverting all that failing momentum into the ground under me instead. Face first with me holding an arm and pressing a knee between shoulder blades of the squirming ball of bizarre fury under me. Pinned down.

They kept hollering, but I spoke to them at an even pace despite the adrenaline threatening to make me rattle too fast with my words. “Hey! Are you okay? You can’t just hulk out in the middle of private property. I am going to have to call the cops if you don’t calm down.”

That didn’t seem to work any better than telling me not to eat a fifth slice of pizza on a Tuesday morning.

I mumbled a cuss as I worked on adjusting my hold to free up a hand enough to respond to Candice calling me over the radio with increasing concern.

“Dro? Dro, you copy?”

“Yeah, co--” I paused to let the latest howl come and go. “Copy! We’re going to need the police. It’s some person--” Growled back when the next long winded scream came. “Some person on drugs I think?”

“Copy, you need backup?”

“Nah, you can’t leave the guardhouse. Just...tell ‘em to hurry. They’re not--” I didn’t bother to take my finger off the button for the next roar. “--not real happy about all this.”

“Copy.”

I sighed and buckled down on holding them down without hurting them. Drugged out or not, this person didn’t deserve to get their ribs or wrist inadvertently broken. Or to choke if my knee got jostled out of place from all the wild writhing they were doing. I started trying to talk them down when they started whining instead of roaring.

“Sorrysorrysorry.” They sounded to be openly weeping. “Hurts, I’m sorry!” Mashing their own face into the ground where I couldn’t see them. I grimaced.

“It’s fine.” Drugs are wild. I tried to be understanding. Hard and worked up as the both of us were. Wasn’t my first run in with an intoxicated trespasser. Get out of your mind and you don’t know where you are and shit that’s a big fucking lady throwing me, around time to FIGHT. “It’s alright, hey, it’s okay. Police are comin’. With some doctors, I’m su--”

Apparently that wasn’t the right thing to say, they kicked back up into doing their damndest to trash free. My muscles were starting to burn by the time I heard the sirens rolling in close enough to hear. I was running out of breath to deal with this. They couldn’t get through the gate and around back to me fucking fast enough as far as I was concerned.

The police officer that came out of his cruiser looked the sort of troubled that my colonel had in his eyes right before he was expecting us to get blown away by an IED any second. The EMTs that came out of the ambulance were dressed to deal with something infectious. Like...face shields, multilayered plastic white clothing, and were on the person under my knee in seconds with a large syringe.

No one said anything to me as my perp went limp by the time the plunger on the shot fully depressed. I awkwardly got up and stepped away as they gave me the impression of mopping up an undesirable pile of barf. Packing themselves and their charge away into the back of their ambulance on a stretcher board before they took off.

The police officer barely even thanked me for my help and told me to have a good rest of my day before he left right behind them only to overtake them. Flipping on their lights to escort the emergency vehicle he accompanied.

Leaving me in confused and stunned silence as I caught my breath.

What?

The cop didn’t even try to get a statement. Or my name. Or even my number to ask me my statement later. I wasn’t even sure how I was going to write my report up and not sound like I didn’t do my job right without that interaction with the officer.

My brows knotted as I leaned into a brisk walk back for the guardhouse.

#tlouverse devang #nice #prt4

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janfraiser · 4 years

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Positivity Challenge #30

SPOILERS FOR PSYCH 2: LASSIE COME HOME

aaaah we did it! It took a little longer than a month, but this is the last one... kinda makes me sad. Anyway, some post-movie fun with the girl gang :)

Girls’ Day

Jaden Guster’s first birthday is a big deal. Gus and Selene are adamant about getting the whole family, from San Francisco to Santa Barbara, in town for the event. If this means the party is a week or so late, than so be it.

The fun part about the Lassiters being in town for the long weekend is that they can do things other than the birthday party, too. Sunday finds Juliet, Selene, Marlowe, and Karen on an excursion into the city for shopping, junk food, and a spa day.

The ‘til you drop’ portion of ‘shop ‘til you drop’ is shorter, considering Marlowe and Juliet are both going on a full nine months pregnant, but they still have fun. And the spa treatment is nice.

Unfortunately, on the drive home, they end up trapped in bumper-to-bumper traffic.

Juliet shifts, trying to get comfortable and receiving only a kick in the bladder. “You’d think I might actually be able to relax, after a spa day,” she grumbles. Marlowe groans in sympathy.

“Excuse me, what are you honking at?” In the front seat, Selene lays on her horn in response. “I can’t go anywhere, ya dumbasses!”

“Looks like we’ll be here for a while,” Karen murmurs. She’s got her feet on the dash, one earbud in as she listens to a police scanner from her phone. “There’s a pile-up about fifteen miles down.”

Their exit is in twenty. A chorus of groans sounds through the vehicle.

“Selene, does this car have bluetooth speakers?” Marlowe wants to know. “I found a fun playlist to cheer us up.”

The next ten minutes is a mess of pop music cutting between the car’s system and Marlowe’s phone, which is uncomfortably close to Juliet’s ear. With, of course, a background chorus of honking horns and angry drivers. To make things worse, Juliet finds herself gritting her teeth through an ill-timed braxton-hicks contraction.

A half an hour later, the only change is that Marlowe is now blasting Lizzo at full volume. Juliet drinks some water to help with the practice contractions, and then has to pee. And it doesn’t even help; in fact, they seem to be getting worse.

Marlowe gives her a concerned look when she groans aloud. “Are you alright?”

That one was bad. “I’m not sure,” Juliet pants.

Karen twists around in the passenger seat. “What do you mean, not sure?”

“Well...” she takes a deep breath, which comes easier as the pain fades. “I think I’m in labor.”

The car erupts into yelling and cursing. Selene leans on the horn again, as if that will help matters.

“Everyone take a breath,” Karen instructs.

Marlowe squeezes Juliet’s hand. “Lily was born in a food truck, and she turned out fine!”

Juliet frowns. “I feel like we have a little more time before that...”

“Nobody is giving birth in a car,” Karen says, raising her voice to be heard over the horns blasting. “Selene! That’s not going to help!”

“Sorry, I’m panicking!”

“If we were in my car,” Juliet pants, “we would have a siren.”

“If we were in your car we wouldn’t all fit,” Marlowe quips. She unbuckles her seatbelt, shifting to take up less space, although her own belly makes that hard. “Here. You can stretch out a bit.”

That’s only the beginning. A forty-five minute drive turns into two hours. The contractions get closer and closer together. Every ten minutes feels like hell, but Juliet knows it’ll only get worse.

“You’re doing great,” Karen soothes, having moved to join them in the backseat. She brushes Juliet’s hair off her now-sweaty forehead. “Everything is going to be just fine.”

“Squeeze my hand,” Marlowe offers, and Juliet does. Her friend winces. “Wow, that’s a tight grip.”

“I finally got cell signal!” Selene cheers. “I’m gonna call Gus and tell them to meet us at the hospital.”

“Sounds good,” Juliet says. “Hand it to me when Shawn comes on.”

Five minute of rapid explanation later, Selene hands back the phone. “It’s Lassiter. Apparently both Shawn and Gus fainted.”

Juliet groans and takes the cell. “Hey, Carlton. So, Shawn is going to panic, and he has a tendency to not think straight. Do me a favor and remind him to grab the hospital bag?”

Somehow, they all manage to coordinate correctly, and arrive at the hospital around the same time. Juliet breathes through a contraction before climbing out of the car, knowing she has maybe five minutes until the next one.

“Jules!” Shawn practically sprints towards her. “Oh, sweetheart. Are you okay? Are things moving along? How much time do we have?”

“A few hours more, I would guess,” she sighs, comforted by his embrace.”Are you ready?”

“Not even close. But it’s time?”

“It’s time.”

They walk together through the doors to the hospital. Once they’re all checked in, Juliet gives her husband a smile. “We’re gonna meet our baby.”

He kisses her sweetly. “Let’s do this.”

Another contraction grips her. She leans into Shawn’s arms. All around them is their family, from Karen holding the hospital bag to Carlton looking extremely wary of the situation. Juliet manages a smile.

This is going to be just fine.

#positivity challenge #lch spoilers #psych

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1000brightstars · 3 years

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Natemare and plague doctor mask

[ NOTE: Hi! Thank you for requesting! I actually really like this idea! The Jims make an appearance in this story. ]

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With the pandemic still running rampant in the area, almost everyone was doing their part to keep the disease at bay. This meant everyone was wearing masks, carrying mini hand sanitizer bottles on their person, and washing their hands so much that their hands were drier than the Sahara desert. In the spirit of keeping safe and following CDC guidelines, you made reusable masks for all the egos. You made sure that each mask was made to show the egos’ personalities.

This was especially true for Mare.

You giggled as you saw the spirit-siren, or whatever he is because he won’t say what he is and he isn’t a mare even though his name is Mare, put on his mask that you made especially for him. His voice was a tad muffled with the mask on, but that was to be expected.

“You look so cute.” you said through your giggling, granted there would be some people who would disagree with you and think the opposite.

“I look so cool!” Mare declared as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He turned to you and hugged you tightly, “I can’t wait to show everyone!” he said enthusiastically before he headed out the door to work.

A while later, you turned on the news, specifically the JIM news. They were your favorite news reporters because they reported real news and not fake news like some other news networks.

“This is Jim, and this is my camera man Jim! And we have found our way into the premises of this old haunted house!” reporter Jim appeared on screen as he clumsily walked over some police tape into an old looking house, “Jim, I think there’s something huge...and scary...happening in this house. I sense something dark and dreary happening, or has happened.” reporter Jim stated as he walked through the back door trying to be sneaky.

You leaned forward in your seat curious.

“There has been a murder in this house!” reporter Jim declared as thunder sounded at the word ‘murder’.

Looking around, you wondered where that thunder came from for a moment before turning back to the TV.

A man with a head flashlight and EMF reader in hand walked into reporter Jim’s shot.

“Whoa, who are you guys? What are you doing here?” the man asked.

“Jim, we found someone also investigating the murder in the house!” Jim said to camera man Jim who zoomed in on the other man’s face.

“Hey! Get that camera out of my fa-”

“Is it true? Has there been a MURDER at this place?” Jim asked with thunder again sounding at the word ‘murder’.

“A murder? Well, yeah, a long time ago-” the man replied.

“So there has been a murder! Jim, did you get that? There has been a murder! I can sense the dark energy from the dead!” reporter Jim asked cameraman Jim who nodded with the camera, “And there are guys who are also investigating, but they don’t know that we are also investigating. We have already found clues-”

“We’re not investigating a murder! We’re ghost hunters! We hunt ghosts! Not investigate murders!” the ghost hunter shouted in annoyance, “There was a murder a long time ago and we’re looking for the ghost of the victim.” he continued.

“A murder has happened and we must now look for the ghost now too Jim! We have to find answers!” reporter Jim said as he walked past the ghost hunter.

“Hey! No!” The ghost hunter tried to stop reporter Jim and grabbed his shoulder, but he paused.

They were at the end of a long hallway that was lit by only one dying light bulb that hung on the ceiling. At the other end was a dark figure who faced them and said nothing.

“Jim, are you seeing this? There seems to be a dark figure at the other end of this hallway.” reporter Jim said as he took a step back, “I can’t really see it that well, but it’s wearing-”

“A plague doctor mask.” you said finishing reporter Jim’s sentence from the comfort of your couch.

“You’re wrong.” the voice echoed down the halls and through the TV, it was a haunting, but tempting tone, “There is a murder in this house” the voice said menacingly.

The next sound you heard was a loud shrill shriek. Cameraman Jim caught the figure turning to smoke and knocking the ghost hunter to the ground and attacking him. After that, cameraman Jim turned away from the scene and you could see him and reporter Jim running out of the house with the sound of a death curdling scream filling the background.

After that, the screen went black.

You leaned back on your couch and just nodded.

Later, Mare came home and you saw him still wearing the plague doctor mask.

“Hey, how was work?” you asked casually as you greeted him.

FIN

[NOTE: I really liked how this turned out. I kinda turned this into a very very low-key “wear a mask” thing, but I think it still ended up okay.

Also, the idea of Mare wearing a plague doctor mask is amazing! I have this idea that the ghost from Phasmophobia the musical is actually Mare, even though earlier I made a post about how it should eb its own ego, I like it being Mare instead. ]

#natemare #fanfic request #anon asks #markiplier jims #the jims are super fun omfg #starry writes

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the-fiction-witch · 4 years

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Steal Horses, Six Shooters And Syren Sting P1

TV SHOW : GODLESS (NETFLIX) X FUTURE COUPLE : WHITEY X READER RATING : SWEARING / SMUTISH / VIOLENCE.

It seemed like a lifetime since this shit started. Looking back at it all it sounds a lot like a rather shitty movie. Or perhaps an adaptation of a Netflix show.

It all started back in some backwater berg my daddy shipped me off to when I was seventeen I got home from market one day and the farm boy who owned the house was dead on the wooden floor.

"Evening Missy" He smirked to me

"what the Hell do you want?" I asked

"Now little lady I just came over to ask ya some questions," He says

"Yeah about what frank?" I asked

"Old Makies barn over there seems full of some uhh let's call it less than pharmaceutical stuff missy, and I come over to find Makie dead, and your big brother ran off seems like your the only one accountable," he says

"You don't believe I did it?" I complained

"Well who else missy? Now you gonna come along quietly or am I gonna have to force ya pretty but down to the station" he smirked grabbing my arm

"get the Hell off me!" I yelled punching him hard knocking him out I grabbed my bag and his keys, I stole his little cop car and ran it as far to the border as the puppy would go before it killed over. I dumped the car and headed on foot to the next town some bumfuck town with some little bar I went through the wooden doors and walked up through the madness of truckers, biker boys, drunks and cowboys. I sat at the bar and the barkeep looked at me

"what'll it be Girly?" He asked

"What kinda shit you boys drink down here?" I asked

"Whiskey, We call it Syren Sting down here," He says "Pay up," he says I sighed realizing I didn't have any money I sighed getting off the bar and going outside to have a cigarette

"What the hell you guys! where's my singer, you little bitches? How are we meant to go on without a singer!" some guy yelled at the back door and I smiled

"hey, You boys need a singer?" I asked leaning on the door

"You know what she'll do," he says "Get on with the other boys, and I'll give you your cut when you're done," he says

"Deal" I smiled going out as some of the other guys went on the stage

"Hey? what's your name anyway hun?" he asks

"Angel" I smiled.

Once I grabbed my money I went to the bar getting a drink looking for a ride out of town I downed my glass and looked around the dirty place, I looked for anyone who I thought could help me and but as I was looking I heard a police car roll up outside. I ran to the little bathroom that was purely a room with a broken toilet and sink, I locked the door and saw man passed out on the floor I grabbed his keys and his checked overshirt slipping the shirt on and the keys in my pocket, I grabbed his wallet taking what little money was left, as well as taking his hat coming out the bathroom as people began to get suspicious I walked out keeping my head down "Hey! It's her boys!" I heard Frank tell so I unlocked the car with the key it flashing up in the car park so I ran jumping in as fast as I could sticking the key in and rushing off as fast as I could even if they where trying to chase me.

I managed to shake them and I stopped off in some little place as the car was about out of fuel anyhow. I parked up throwing the key in the seat and going inside, the place was almost empty maybe two old men sat at the car, the jukebox playing something gently in the background. A man who looked about one hundred severed drinks at the bar but my eyes met someone else. He was young looking but still older then me. His brown pants so tight to his body they hugged his every curve even if the slender kid hadn't got many curves to start with, his loose button down hung off his slender body two six shooters holstered to his legs, a glass of whiskey in his hand, a speckling of facial hair above his lip, his dirty blonde hair a long mess, a hat beside him as he drank leaning his elbow on the bar as he perched his skinny little butt on the barstool. His skin plastered in three years of dust and dirt and as I entered the place his brown eyes looked at me seeming shocked biting on his lip a little as he looked at me "Something worth looking at cowboy?" I asked "Don't know, not often a little thin' like you comes thought 'ere," he smiled at me "drink?" He offered "You paying?" I asked "I might" he shrugs "Syren sting, double if you can" I smiled going over standing beside him at the bar as the bar man made my drink "What's a little thin' like you doin' all the way out here?" He asks me "Whats it to you?" "Curious is all" "Circumstances" I answered "what's ya name anyhow?" He asks as I got my drink "Angel" I smiled "Angel?" He asks "there a last name to that or?" He asks "Just angel" I smiled "how about you?" "Whitey, whitey Winn." He smirked We sat for a while just chatting and laughing having a few drinks, we must have been here a few hours just having drinks and talking. "So tell me Mr Winn? What's a pretty boy like you doing in a place like this?" "I've always been here," he shrugs "why ya thinkin' of stayin'?" He asks "Doubt it" I laughed "Really? Not even for a little while? Just maybe a night or so?" He offered suggestively "I know a great little place in town" "Yeah? Would this little place also happen to be somewhere your gonna be staying tonight?" I ask "Maybe" he shrugs having a drink as he did I heard the start of sirens and I got worried but then I figured it, if I let he cops get Infront of me, they won't be following me as much "Sure, let's Go then" I smiled and he almost coughed on his drink "Wait really?' he asked a little excited and I nodded downing my drink "come on then angel" he smirked playing the bill and grabbing my hand tugging me out with him, I made sure I had my stuff and got in his little car with him he raced off clearly excited as the cars pulled over at the bar, but one was clearly smarter and began to follow us without a siren "if that guy following us?" He asks as he kept checking his mirrors as the car got closer and closer and whitey sped up each time trying desperately to get away from him but he suddenly rammed the back of the car "yeah he's definitely fuckin' following us" he complained "what the hell's he followin' us for?" He asked "they turn up at the bar how there followin' -" he began almost talking to himself but it clicked "there after ya, aren't they?" He asked "You could say that" I sighed "That's why he's following us?" He asks and I nodded and he sighed kicking it up a few gears "I'll loose him, the second we do your gettin' out angel" he warns "Why?" I asked rather annoying "Strangely enough angel I don't wanna be found in the car with some chick who's got police chasing her" he complained "Ohh relax" I said as the cars sirens started "What the fuck did ya do angel?" He asks as more cars began to follow us "I didn't do anything!" I agrue "Yeah! Ya didn't do anythin' that's why where about to get royalty fucked by these dickholes!" He argued "Don't you trust me!" "I've known ya three fuckin' hours most of which I was drinkin' so maybe start givin' me some actual answers" he argued as he sped up more trying to avoid them "Look I didn't do anythin' the dick hole sherrif framed me! All because I wouldn't fuck his son okay! I didn't do anything just loose them!" I yelled as they got closer and more violent one even ramming the back end of his car "Hell no! Ya might be cute as fuck angel but I'm not gettin' arrested for ya!" He complained "Why not!" "Because I'm the fuckin' deputy okay!' he yelled "What!" I asked "I'm the deputy for the country okay! Some sherrif finds me transporting a criminal in gonna get the fuckin' rope" he complained "Your not gonna get caught trust me" I told him "Fine what do ya wanna do?" He asks as the rammed us again "Hard left next opening," I told him "That's a one way street!" "Ya think I give a shit" "Fine" he sighed doing as I had told him I gave him a couple more instructions loosing more of the cars till I spotted a layby so I turned the wheel making us almost skid Into the dark tree filled layby and I turned the engine off getting my breath back, I always love a good chase. "Whoa..." He says "What?" I laughed "Is it weird I kinda liked that?" He asked "Like what?" I asked "Getting chased? The high speed! The lightning quick moves! The thrill! The energy" he explained "I don't know..." "Don't worry whitey I do too" I giggled unclipping my seatbelt and sitting on his lap wrapping my arms around his neck "You wanna tag along with me a little while?" I offer "I don't know angel..." He says "It'll be alot more of that likely some more fun stuff" I smirked kissing down his neck "Ya know what... I'm sick of this bullish little town, fuck it I'm comin' with ya angel" he smirked "Good boy whitey" I smiled "you wanna make out in the back till the heats off?" I asked "Fuck yeah" he nodded

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zachsreaderinserts · 5 years

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Friends That Are Beneficial

ship: iamwildcat x male!reader x thegamingterrorizer x vanossgaming

warnings: gta au, reader is a sweet bean, this is mostly platonic

The blaring of my phone had woken me up from the best nap I had taken in a while. Grumbling under my breath, I looked over and saw it was Evan calling me.

"Hello?" I muttered, my voice deeper than usual.

"Hey, Y/n, my lovely best friend! My best pal on all of the Earth whom I love very much!" In the background, I heard gunshots and explosions going off.

"Evan? What's going on?" I sat up immediately, putting him on speaker. I started getting dressed, preparing for the worst.

"Our heist isn't going as smoothly as planned. The group is split up into threes and right now, Terrorizer, Wildcat, and I need a backup driver. Can you be near the pier within five minutes?"

"I can try! Do you want me to bring the truck?" I put on a pale sweater and shorts, trying to go for the innocent vibe.

"Yes. The least suspicious, the better." Shoving on tennis shoes, I ran to my white truck outside, jumping in with a duffel bag I had prepared for situations like this.

I sped away from my house and started for the beach, getting closer to the wailing of sirens and gunshots. I did an illegal turn into a small alleyway, calling Evan again once I parked.

"I'm between the bakery and the surf shop. Try to not get me arrested."

"I gotcha. We'll be there in a few." And with that, he hung up. I sat on the hood of my truck, scrolling on my phone mindlessly. Not even a few seconds later, there was a loud explosion about a block away, which made me jump.

Evan Fong, my friend for two years, rounded the corner with two men following them. They looked dirtied and bruised, but I could tell they were victorious from the smile on one of their faces.

I tossed over the duffel bag full of clothes, smiling kindly.

"Hurry up, boys. The faster you change, the faster we leave this area." Evan threw off his mask and red jacket, replacing it with a yellow jacket and a black baseball cap. The guy with the pig mask took off the mask and the helmet, placing my navy hoodie on top of his bloody shirt. and the last guy simply buttoned up his flannel, taking off his mask that only covered half of his face.

They proceeded to put their own duffel bags, as well as mine beneath the backseats, before climbing in. I turned to Evan, handing him some money.

"Be a doll and get us some cake pops." He nodded, smiling as he walked away with the money. I jumped into my truck, pulling out so I was parked on the curb front of the store.

"What's Vanoss doing?" Pig boy asked me, confused by why we were still in the same place. "We need to go!"

"The best way to hide is to hide in plain sight." I conveyed, turning in my seat to hold out my hand. "Y/n L/n. A pleasure to meet you two."

"Tyler." Pig boy grunted, shaking my hand firmly. His hand was rough compared to mine.

"Brian." The other guy had an Irish accent, which kinda shocked me. I heard the wailing of sirens and turned back around in my seat, pulling out my phone.

"If anyone asks, we're a group of friends about to go roller skating together. Evan wanted us all to hang out together and this is our first time meeting one another." Right as I finished talking, a police officer had knocked on my window.

"Excuse me, sir," he looked serious as I rolled down my window, "have you seen three men, all wearing masks, running around?"

"I'm sorry, officer, but I've just been waiting here for my friend to come out of the cafe. I did hear an explosion from that direction." I pointed to where I had heard the sound, causing the officer to sigh.

"Yeah, that was them. They seemed to have just vanished under our radar." He looked at me, grinning. "Well, if you do see them, don't hesitate to call the station."

"Loud and clear, sir. Have a nice day!" As he walked away, Evan exited the store with a bag of goodies. "I said cake pops, Evan! Not everything they're selling!"

"I'm hungry!" He whined, climbing into the passenger seat. "Would it be okay if we stayed at your house for the night? I wanna wait out any searches for the night."

"Sure thing. How do burgers sound tonight?" I put on my sunglasses, driving away from the beach and towards my neighborhood.

"I'm down," Tyler mumbled, getting comfortable in the back seat. Brian just shrugged, accepting a cake pop from Evan. I held my hand out, getting a (chocolate/vanilla) one from him. I ate happily, swaying left and right in happiness.

As we made it to my garage, the boys proceeded to climb out. I turned off the truck, hopping out as well.

"You made this?" I looked over, seeing Brian inspect one of my paintings. It was a simple one, with a bouquet of flowers in a person's hands.

"Yeah. You gotta earn money somehow." I unlocked the door, letting the boys come in behind me. "I only have one guest room, so one of you guys have the choice of bunking with me or sleeping on an air mattress."

"I'll bunk with you." Evan offered, still eating his snacks from the cafe. I slapped a croissant from his hand, frowning at him.

"I'm about to make dinner, turd. Stop eating junk." I put the snacks on my counter, turning to go to my fridge. "Evan, be a dear and show the others where they're sleeping." I heard their footsteps disappear up the stairs as I pulled out premade burger patties.

I went to my backyard to prepare the grill when Brian had peeked his head out.

"Can I have a drink?"

"Yeah! Yeah! You don't have to ask." I reassured him, smiling softly as he grinned back. I started grilling to food, humming lightly as I did.

Suddenly the three came out, carrying their own lawn chairs and drinks. As they sat near me, I turned around and smiled at them.

"You guys like your room?" Tyler and Brian immediately grinned, both seeming pretty happy.

"Oh hell yeah! Your blankets are so soft." I chuckled at them, flipping the burgers. "So, how do you two know each other? No offense, but you don't seem like a mafia or heist type of person."

"None taken. Evan and I met back during your first big heist. He was bleeding, so I took him here and patched him up. After that, he just kept coming back here whenever a mission went south." Evan nodded, messing with the hat he wore.

"That was two years ago!" Brian looked over at Evan, his eyebrows raised high on his forehead. "You've been hiding this guy from us for two years?"

"Well, Y/n never wanted to get involved. Yeah, they're my getaway driver from time to time, but I respected that decision."

"Man, that's really soft for you." Tyler joked, causing him and Brian to both laugh at their leader. Evan blushed, his face full of mock-offense.

"I'm not soft!" I couldn't help but laugh as well as Evan started slapping his friends on the arm. "Take that back!"

"You're slapping him like a girl would, Evan. That screams soft to me." Evan sent a glare at me as I flipped the burgers one last, seeing that they were almost done. "Just saying."

"You're the softest out of the four of us!" Evan sounded like a child as he pointed at my outfit. "You're wearing pastel and you live in a white house five minutes from the beach."

"Ah. You caught me. Guilty as charged." I placed my hand on my forehead, acting as if I were dying. The others laughed at my theatrics. "Can one of you go get the buns, some plates, and ketchup from the kitchen, please?"

"I got you, Soft Boy." I picked up the unused spatula, throwing it near Tyler's feet. He let out a shriek, running into the house.

After more hilarity had ensued, we all had our plates and our burgers. We all sat around in my backyard, talking comfortably as the sun began to set.

"Oh shit." Evan cursed under his breath as he answered his phone. "Uh, hello--"

"I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR THREE HOURS! WHERE ARE YOU, VANOSS?" Evan pulled his phone away from his ear as a male screamed at him from the other side.

"Okay, calm down, Delirious--"

"CALM DOWN?! YOU'RE TELLING ME TO CALM DOWN--" I quickly grabbed the phone from Evan, putting it up to my own ear.

"Hello? Delirious, right?" The man went silent as if I could literally hear his confusion. "This is one of Vanoss's friends, Y/n. I'm letting him stay at my house for a few days to avoid getting caught."

"Oh." Delirious just said, already calming down. "So he's alright?"

"Yeah, he's fine. A little bruise here and there, but he's good."

"What about Wildcat and Terrorizer?" My eyebrows furrowed for a second before it clicked.

"Oh, you mean Tyler and Brian? Yeah, they're here too."

"Ok. Cool... On a completely unrelated note, where do you live?" Letting out a giggle, I shook my head.

"You could've just asked." After relaying my address to him, he had asked me to put Evan back on the phone. I gave back the phone, picking up the dirty plates and going to the kitchen.

"Sorry about Delirious. He can be a little..."

"Special." Brian snickered.

"Yeah, he's really special," Tyler emphasized. My nose crinkled as I grinned at the boys.

"It's all good. I'm just sad you guys have to go so soon." Brian scoffed, flopping onto my couch.

"Oh no. Now that I know that you exist, I'm never gonna go back to the penthouse."

"Oh hell no, this is my safe haven!" While Evan and Brian bickered, Tyler walked over, smiling down at me.

"Could I get your number?"

"Oop. That was smooth." I still pulled out my phone, handing it over to him. "Call me sometime, cutie." Tyler's eyebrows rose with interest and he grinned at me.

"Well, I just might have to now."

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peachesandfiction · 4 years

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BlackPink’s reaction to finding out that their S/O wants to try street racing

Jisoo:

You had been on the phone with your friend and hadn’t seen her when she had walked into the room. “Hella. Do you really mean it? That I get to race tonight?… Wicked… Okay, I have to go but I’ll see you tonight,” you press the bright red button and slip the phone into your pocket as a smile stretches across your face.

You were finally going to get to do your first race, but that victory was short lived as Jisoo asked, “race? What do you mean?”

You were quick to turn around and see the serious expression on her face. With your heart racing, you tried to breath your way through an explanation, “yeah, um, I am meeting with a couple friends tonight where we are gonna play Mario kart. Ya know how competitive they get over who gets to race.”

“Oh really? That sounds nice, but I thought you said yesterday they were all busy and that’s why we couldn’t have them over tonight.”

Your mind raced as you forgot that Jisoo had wanted to invite your friends over for a small party, but tonight was a street race and that was why they were all busy and couldn’t come. You scratch the back of your head as you watch Jisoo, “um, haha yeah. Change of plans I guess. Ya know.”

“Oh, then you wouldn’t mind me coming right,” she hooks her arms around your waist and you couldn’t help the guilt that was building up inside of you.

“Actually, Jisoo. I need to tell you something,” she pulls away to look at you, “I’m actually going street racing.”

“Isn’t that illegal? You can’t do that?”

“Yeah, but it’s so much fun and tonight was going to be my first time actually racing.”

Jisoo just stared at you in question. She wouldn’t understand why you would want to do something illegal and potentially dangerous. After a while, she sighed, “can you please stay home with me tonight? I don’t want you to do anything dangerous.”

The two of you would end up arguing over it for a few moments before coming to the decision that for that night, you would stay home and the two of you could keep discussing it. Jisoo’s worry and want to protect you would more thank likely win out.

Jennie:

She had been on video chat with Lisa when Lisa came across a huge group of people and cars. Lisa being her curious self walked towards the people to ask what was going on. While Jennie was trying to listen in, she saw you walk by in the background. She called out for you, forgetting that Lisa had her headphones on, and so not only did you not hear her, but she also possibly damaged Lisa’s hearing as she pulled out the head phones with a glare on her face. Once she had them back on, Jennie apologized, but she saw you walk by in the background again and did her best to navigate Lisa towards you. Lisa became lost, but Jennie still saw you and when she heard your voice she told Lisa to stop.

“So, you want to race?” a gruff voice guffaws.

“Yeah, it seems cool and I want to give it a try,” your voice was so noticeable to Jennie, but she started to worry at hearing you wanted to race as the sound of engines roaring could be heard. Jennie then asked Lisa to go in the direction of the engines, where Lisa switched the camera around to two cars revving their engines as a guy stood between them. He tossed down a go signal and the two cars took off at dangerously high speeds. Jennie watched in horror as one of the cars tried to bump the other one off of the makeshift track.

At that moment, you had saw Lisa and tapped her on the shoulder, “hey? What are you doing here? Jennie doesn’t know right.”

Lisa was about to say that she was on a video call with her, but Jennie stopped her and told her to not say anything. Lisa quickly slipped her phone into her pocket as she pulled out one headphone to dangle, “I don’t think so. What are you doing here though?”

“I’ve always kinda been interested in this stuff, but I came tonight because they talked about letting me have a try at it.”

“It looks really dangerous.”

“It is, but that’s why Jennie can’t know. Promise me Lisa that you wont tell her.”

Jennie could just feel the tangible guilt on her side of the phone as she sighed, “you can tell them that I have been listening Lisa.” Lisa pulled out her phone as she turned the screen towards you, bringing you face to face with her. Jennie searched your eyes as she let out a, “hi,” as Lisa slipped a head phone into your ear.

“You were listening?”

“I’m sorry. I was just worried. Are you really sure you want to try to do that stuff?” The conflict that passed over your face lit a hope in her, “how about you come home and we can talk about this?”

Rosé:

The two of you had been going to the street races for a while ever since you accidentally stumbled across on. It was something the both of you had found entertaining to watch.

This entertainment was short lived as she overheard you talking to one of the racers and had started to ask questions of how they were able to join the races. Her heart pounded as she hid in a group of people. She didn’t know if you saw her or not, but all she hoped was that you were just curious and nothing else. The thought of you putting yourself in danger like that scared her.

As she pushed through the crowd and back over to a guy with an Ice chest, Rosé tried to think of a way to convince you that the two of you should stop going to these races. It had actually been a thought occurring in the back of her mind for a while that she always pushed away because of the small thrill she got being there, but hearing your curiosity of how to race set fire to the worry in the pit of her stomach.

She could see you making your way over to her, and both luckily and unluckily for Rosé, the man next to the ice chest had taken a hold of her arm and pulled her over to him. The alcohol was present on his breath as he slurred, “hey pretty lady. What brings you here?”

She felt a strong grip on her other hand as you pulled her out of the drunken man’s weak grip. He stumbled, but you pulled the both of you out of there and away from the street race before you stopped and checked on her, “are you alright?”

Rosé nodded as a fire started in the background, “we should get out of here.” You agreed as you led her far away from there. Rosé would stop you for a second, “can we maybe, never go back?”

You didn’t answer as the two of you continued on your way home in silence, but once the two of you got home, Rosé would keep asking about never going back. In the end, you finally agree that you guys wouldn’t go back, but the desire to want to try street racing was still burning in the back of your mind.

Lisa:

Lisa had been out with the girls as they passed a ton of cops, Lisa was curious and started in the direction of them to see what was happening, but as she saw you being held with your hands behind you, her pace quickened and left the girls behind, She almost made it to you when a man held out a hand, “sorry mam, but you need to stay back. The scene is under control.”

“Lisa?” Your voice was muffled by the loud sirens as you called out to her. “Lisa? What are you doing here?”

“Do you know this person, mam,” the officer next to her asked. Lisa just nodded as she watched you struggle against the cop as they pushed you towards one of the cars. “Did you know about them street racing?” Lisa shook her head. “It’s highly dangerous and illegal. We have to take them down to the police station. You can head over that way and we can provide more information there about the situation.”

Lisa felt like she was in a daze, but she shook her head quickly against it, “could I talk to them for a second?”

“Mam, I al-”

“Please. Just one second.”

The officer let out a deep breath and lead her over to you.

As she stood in front of you, the two of you had no idea what to say. Instead, Lisa just gave you a quick hug before the officer pulled her away. She would make her way to the station after that where she learned you would be spending the night in jail, but that they would let you go tomorrow since you had only been a bystander. Of course, that didn’t stop Lisa from keeping her eye on you more and would do her best to convince you to not want to try street racing.

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Dan Watches: Star Wars: Episode II - Attack Of The Clones

Alright so I did this for Episode I which you can find here. So.. here’s my weird.. live reaction/note taking/whatever this is.. to Episode ll.

Alright so.. Once again the opening crawl is very politicy.

Count Dooku I think is mentioned for the first time in it and Padme becomes a Senator instead of a Queen in it.. which.. is weird.

The Naboo ships im not sure about.. I like the design but they seem too new and clean for being a prequel. That said they are owned by royalty so i can let it slide i guess.

“I guess i was wrong, there was no danger at all” *EXPLOSION* ffs Jeff, you couldn’t keep your mouth shut?

Nooooooo! Not.. Cordey? Omfg that was the worst death i’ve ever seen. Terribly acted.

Ayy it’s the Jedi avengers, no but like why is like i presume the whole or half the jedi council in this meeting? Shouldn’t they have like 1 representative?

Yooo thats live action Barriss Offee in the back... hey girrrll ;)

actually she’s probably supposed to be like 13 or somehting so i take that back.

I love just all the traffic flying by the window

YOOOO it’s my boy Jar Jar aka Darth Plagueis the Wise, don’t @ me.

Spice mines on the moon of Naboo you say? Isn’t Spice a drug but you mine for it.. there are drug miners in Star Wars.. good stuff.

That elevator would be terrifying.

Obiwan just like.. LOL I fell into a nest of Gundarks.. what a character I am. .. Love him.

Anakin like “I haven’t seen her since i was underaged master.. now i can get my fuck on!”

ALSO ITS BEEN 10 YEARS!?

“Ani you’ll always be that little boy” *Police sirens*

Anakins a little bitch

I think Jar Jar’s ears things are much longer.. but might just be me imagining things.

She’s not forgotten you, she said your name.. you creep.

Heeyy look it’s your custom star wars character Zam.

Obiwan is so sassy

Anakin is pretty creepy towards Padme.

Those worm things are naasty

Yo tbf that was some smooth lightsabering, they were like an inch tall and right up on Padme and he didnt even hurt her accidentally. I’d have killed her there.

Obiwan just fucking dives out the window like its nothing. Mad man.

Zam is the worst, instead of shooting Obiwan she shoots her own damn droid.

Damn it Anakin, he’s told you to stay away from power couplings.

Obiwan is just gonna be like “FFS ANAKIN!” this entire movie... well.. Saga.

I wonder how Jedi pick their robes because like some are very similar and then theres like a few that have darker leather stuff, it’s like there’s a jedi stylist or something.. Someone make that OC.

Amazing catch Obi.

So Obiwan is his real name but he goes by Ben later on and then Ben Solo is named after him but shouldn’t it be Obiwan Solo?

A changeling, she really is a custom character.

Yoo that Twilek wasn’t stupidly thin, I’m here for Thicc Twilek.

What species is Death Stick guy! I wanna know what he does with his life after he rethinks it

I hope it backfires and he’s like “Hey.. I could be doing so much more” and he ends up like the head of a crime family.

She didnt even change.. so much for changeling.

....she did when she died i take it back.

Damn the background Jedi are ugly.

I like how this shows that Palpatine has already begun manipulating Anakin.

Still dont understand why Jedi see the balance being a good thing when it’s leaning heavily towards the light side right now.

Anakin “IM READY FOR THE TRIALS!” .. you aint. You a moody bitch.

I like Padme’s dress.

Anakin just got warned to back down because he’s being a creep.

Omfg whats that rape face.

Dormy or whatever her name is, better actress than Padme.

Poncho! Cal approves.

WOO ITS DEX!

Jawa Juice? Ew.

Wtf is the Rishi maze?

Dex suddenly went sinister at the end, why?

Yess the librarian! She’s the best. I think she has a badass Order 66 story if im remembering correctly.

She’s very sure about her records though.. calm down lady.

“No droids” says the droid to the other droid.

So i presume the head of the Jedi Council is always the one who looks after the younglings.

Awwh the little babies and they’re all gonna get killed by Creep Vader.

Yoda is so soft, good dad figure. Best boy.

They elect queens on Naboo.. thats interesting.

I love the Jedi fighter look.

HOLD THE FUCK UP THEY DIDNT KNOW ABOUT KAMINO

THERE WAS A FUCKING LONG NECKY ALIEN ON THE JEDI COUNCIL IN EP 1..

.... some bullshit.

I should really look into Sifo Dyas

And Why are there not more Clones in Star Wars...

Other than like.. .. spoilers for.. you know what nevermind.

I DONT LIKE SAND! HE SAID THE THING

Anakin you creep

Why the fuck would Padme even lean in at all? He’s been nothing but a creep and she’s shown 0 interest in him at all so far.

The Camino people are pretty chill.

That was the first bit of actual chemistry between Padme and Anakin

Omfg the pear, fuck off.

Also forgot to comment but theres some clear like.. oohhhhhh moments im having with how order 66 got set up.

Has Padme had an outfit change again?

She’s got her sexy outfit on to turn him down.. seems right.

Her make up is a bit.. much

Sooo the force is weaker with the jedi because the light sides had it so good for so long that the force is trying to balance out and bring it back the other way, makes sense.

It’s actually his connection to his mom that brings him towards the darkside to start.. nice.

Padme trying to be inconspicuous is super conspicuous

I like that the droid said okey dokey.

YAAAAAAAAAAAAY WATTO

YAAAAY ANI SPEAKING HUTTESE

I love how Watto is happy to see Ani.

Watto doesn’t deserve the shitty life he ended up with.

Love some New Zealander up in my Star Wars.

Seismic charges have such good sound design.

Thats one hell of a missile.

Eyyyyy it’s c3p0 it’s amazing how much i’d forgot of this.

Tusken Raiders are dicks. They know sign language but they’re dicks.

Even Anakin is like “These are good people”, good. They’ll raise your son.

Is that general grevious’ voice?

What the fuck are these aliens

Awwwh noooo she waited just to die in her sons arms.

Tbf i’d go full darkside if someone tortured my mom.

You know what.. this Ani is nothing like the ones from the cartoon, he seems like less of a whiney bitch in the clone wars but we’ll see..

Cleg Lars’ hover chair is pretty dope.

Anakin got over hating Obi Wan real quick.

Even captured Obiwan is a sassy boy.

Jar Jar as badass as he is.. is basically putting the Sith Lord in charge.

So far if you dont know that palpatine is the Sith there isnt really anything obvious telling you which is pretty interesting.

Padme has had another outfit change, another iconic look.

And so behind the adventures of r2 and c3po

C3PO had a costume change, he’s been watching Padme.

The fake out they have you thinking Padme is covered in magma is pretty good

Okay then suddenly she loves him.

Also bye bye lightsaber

Genosians are pretty gross

In my head they were always the same as Toydarians for some reason

I like that bug monster, i remember killing them in one of the older battlefront games.. as maybe Aayla Sekura but maybe i made that up.

Anakin surely got the best one to fight. He basically tames it.

The fucking peck on the cheek, was that needed?

Droidekas are still cool as fuck.

Suddenly Jedi.

The Jedi that made it up to Dooku is terrible, he cant even reflect a few blaster blasts.

Well.. Jango lost his head.

The smile on that green jedi’s face is beautiful, what a beautiful alien man. Kit Fisto.

Obiwan is an icon.

Dooku is pretty reasonable all things considered.

Woo clones!

“Around the survivors, a perimiter, create.” Yoda.. just speak normally damnit.

Yoo what if Jaro Tapal shows up in the new Clone Wars cartoon season.. i’d lose my shit.

I like Dooku’s bike.

Anakin you dumb fuck.

I always thought Dooku’s curved lightsaber was weird.

Rey should have done this sick ass catching the lightning trick instead of the two lightsabers.

Jedi flips all over the place woop.

As obvious as it is that Palpatine is the hooded Sith, i feel like they dont show his full face because i feel like a little kid might not be able to tell.

I kinda like how it shows a bunch of clones (the basic start of the stormtrooper) and then star destroyers and it’s like.. heres where the empire started.

Aaaaaand they’re married? so yeah.. congrats Ani you creeped your way into being a husband.

#ooc #dan watches #dan reacts

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