#jail time for you andy. get in the cell

[robmacz]

My Friend Eric

Part 7

It was several weeks before I was allowed visitors, but as soon as I could I wrote to Eric to ask him to visit me. He came the week after. It wasn't the first time he had visited me in prison. He came to see me once a month during my first sentence. I think he always felt a bit guilty about that. After all he could have been doing time with me.

On the day he came I was excited, happy to be seeing my old friend again. I was collected from my cell by one of the guards and taken down to the visiting area. There I was told to go and sit by window 12 and to await my visitor. As I sat down Eric appeared on the other side of the glass. We each picked up one of the telephone receivers.

'Hello Robbie! How you doing?' Eric looked like he was doing well. He was tanned and wearing a navy blue t-shirt which accentuated his arms and upper body.

'I'm not doing too bad, all things considering.'

'Good. Have you got a good cellmate?'

'Yeah, he's okay actually. We get on. Can't ask for much more than that.'

'That's good man.'

'I guess I really fucked up this time Eric. I can be a really stupid sonofabitch. If only I had been with you rather than chasing after other guys. Bit late saying that now'.

'Well yes. You know Robbie you could have taken a different course, you could have had a relationship with me and I would have taken care of you. But instead you ignored me back in high school and in college and even after you got out of prison the last time. I was there for you, you could have had me any time you wanted. But you were too busy chasing after pricks who would never love you back. Like Andy in high school. You fucked him in jail, but do you remember the way he looked at you at my 25th party?'

I was shocked. He had never spoken to me like that before.

'How did you know I fucked him in jail? He swore me to secrecy'.

'I had a drink with him a few years later, he got pissed and the whole thing came out.'

'And you never said anything all this time?'

Eric just shook his head.

'There is a lot you don't know, Robbie'.

'Such as?'

'All in good time. And speaking of time, I think it's time for me to go now. I'll be seeing you real soon. I said I'd take care of you and I will.'

'How do you mean?'

'I'll see you soon Robbie'.

Eric started to get up.

'Hang on, one last thing. Whatever happened to Andy? Not seen him since that party'.

'He's in here, Robbie. Turned to drink after his wife left him. She found out he was fucking men behind her back. Ended up getting a string of DUIs, and then a hit and run. Some poor bastard is in a wheelchair for life because of him. He got ten years, he was lucky - could have been a lot more’.

I spent the next few weeks trying to identify Andy, but no luck. In a prison full of thousands of men all dressed the same and all with naked domes, most of whom don't care to be stared at, it's not easy trying to find someone. Besides, what was the point. It's not like we had anything in common anymore. What played on my mind more was what Eric meant when he said there was a lot I didn't know. In prison you don't have too many distractions, so you play these things over and over again. The more I thought about it the more worried I became.

I comforted myself with remembering that Eric said he would take care of me. I wasn’t sure what he meant by that or how he could do so while I was in prison, but Eric was ingenious at times. He had always taken care of me. It was me that fucked things up just like that last job I had.

After I had left prison the first time I went to stay with Eric. I had nowhere else to go. My apartment in New York had been sold as had my car and virtually everything else. Eric had taken care of it all and invested what was left over so that I had some money to come out to. That wouldn't last long of course and I needed to get another job. I thought I was destined for something menial, but at a party one night Eric introduced me to Doug. Doug was a good looking fifty something who had just set up his own investment business. He and his partner Adam were looking for someone to manage their sales team. Eric had known Doug socially and had hyped up my experience from when I worked in New York. It wasn't really the same at all but Doug asked me to visit the offices the following week to talk more.

I went along not expecting much to come from it especially once they knew about my record. But the meeting went really well and Doug had said that Eric had explained everything to him and that it really wasn't a problem. Adam was younger than Doug and immensely attractive, but it was immediately obvious that this partnership was not one just founded on business. Adam didn't say much but he clearly liked me and before I left that afternoon I had been offered the job of Sales Manager.

The job was everything I had hoped it would be and as the business grew so did my salary. I was soon bringing in six figures again and after a while Doug and Adam made me a junior partner. I couldn't believe how my life had turned around. Just a few years before, I’d been doing time.

A year or so later I got a call from Doug one Friday evening to say that he and Adam were going down to the Cayman Islands for a few days. They needed to do some business down there but would stay on for a short break. He asked if I wouldn't mind holding the fort. This wasn't that unusual, though it had never been at such short notice before.

On the following Monday I went into work as usual. Driving into the office in the new top of the range Mercedes convertible that I had bought just a few weeks before, I parked in the underground lot before riding the elevator up to the eighth floor where our office was located. It was already busy as I walked through the open plan wearing my black Armani suit and Gucci loafers, heading for my office. I liked to wear expensive clothes at work, people noticed these things and it made me feel important. As I neared my office I saw Aaron, the cute assistant sales manager, who was all too eager to please, rushing to ask if I wanted coffee.

Literally as I sat down at my desk I heard a commotion in the outer office. As I got up my door burst open and there was a detective with two uniformed officers.

'We have a warrant to search these offices in connection with an investigation into fraud. We also have a warrant for your arrest together with those for Douglas Gibson and Adam French. Turn around and place your hands behind your back'.

I assumed the position, which was coming to me quite naturally now. The handcuffs snapped around my wrists and I was led out into the office that I had walked through just a few minutes before as king of the world. Now I was humiliated in front of my junior staff.

I had no idea what this was about and hoped that Doug and Adam would be able to clear it up before long. But of course Doug and Adam never returned. They were long gone. It seemed they took another flight from the Cayman Islands as soon as they landed and headed off to somewhere in the Middle East, In the meantime I stood trial. My attorney tried to cut a deal with the DA, but he wasn't interested. It seemed a lot of people lost a lot of money and he wanted a show trial. Even that little twerp Aaron testified against me to save his own skin. He also said I sexually harassed him too. The little shit!

Just another time I screwed up in spite of Eric's help.

Still . . . After six months in the pen without another word, I had all but given up on Eric. Perhaps he had given up on me too. I couldn't blame him if he had. But it left me feeling all alone. I got into a routine, as you do in prison, and soon you start to think of little outside your small world inside the walls.

Then one day as we were assembling for work detail I was pulled out of the line. I had been working on washing the prison vehicles, which was actually quite a cushy number compared to some of the work that prisoners had to do. So I was worried when I was pulled aside. I hoped I wasn't going to be sent on a hard labour detail. I was told to stand to face the wall while the other prisoners were sent on their way. One of the guards approached me and told me to put my hands behind my back. He cuffed me and produced a pair of shackles and snapped them around my ankles. It was the first time I had been restrained like this in prison and it made me quite nervous.

The guard took me by the arm and escorted me out of the cell block. He didn't say anything and I dared not ask. He walked quite briskly, which made it difficult to keep in step. The shackles bit into my ankles even though they were secured over my pants. Eventually we arrived at the administration block. It was a brand new building, completed only a couple of months ago. We had watched the comings and goings of the builders when we were washing the prison vehicles. Some of those guys were very hot indeed. If only I had been a free man.

But now I entered the building. It was clean and bright. Reminded me of the office I had worked in only the previous year. The guard went up to the reception desk and was told that he was expected. He took me to the elevator, where he made me stand with my face to the wall, and we went up to the second floor. When the elevator door opened I turned and entered into a large open plan office with a dozen or so people working on their computers or on the phone. Most were civilians but some were in correctional officer uniforms. The guard marched me through the office, some of the staff turned to stare as they heard the chain of the shackles rattling on the floor.

At the end of the open plan we turned left into another corridor where we passed a series of office doors, each with a plaque indicating the job of the person inside: Head of IT, Head of Personnel, Senior Correctional Officer, Deputy Warden, and finally Warden. We entered this last door, where there was an outer office and a prissy young man, wearing a white shirt and bow tie, sitting behind a desk with a name plate which said 'Executive Assistant to the Warden'. He looked up as we entered.

'He's expecting you, go in’ he said in a rather camp voice that just didn’t seem right in a prison.

The guard turned to me and told me to stand to face the wall. I did as I was told and then I heard him knock on the door and he went in and closed the door behind him.

What the hell was happening? I wondered whether they had caught up with Doug and Adam and decided to release me. Or had I done something I needed to be disciplined for? My mind was racing, you know how it does, when you know something is going on, but just not what. All logic told me it couldn't be anything bad; they wouldn't have brought me to these nice surroundings if I was going to go to the hole. The only logical thing I could think of was that I was going to somehow be released. Perhaps Eric had come up trumps - how could I have doubted him!

I heard the door open. The guard barked for me to turn around and follow him in. I shuffled forward and entered a swanky corporate office that wouldn't have been out of place in Wall Street. I turned to face the desk, and sitting in the Warden's chair was Eric.

To be continued…

#arrest #jail #prison

[englishstrawbie]

Serendipity (35/?)

Fandom: Station 19, Grey’s Anatomy

Characters: Maya Bishop & Carina DeLuca

Summary: A chance meeting at a bar leads to these two idiots falling in love. Follows canon and fills in the gaps of their relationship that we didn’t get to see on screen.

Also @ AO3.

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Do Better

Do the best you can until you know better. Then when you know better, do better. - Maya Angelou

They arrive at the station just before seven o’clock, tired and weary. Ben meets them in the parking lot; he has already seen the video – one of millions of people by now – and they fill him in with what really happened as they head inside. Maya trails behind at the back, her body lacking its usual bounce and enthusiasm for work. Feet drag across the floor as they trudge up the stairs towards the beanery. No-one has had any sleep and, despite the relief they share that Dean and Sullivan have been released without charge, the mood is deflated.

She is still thinking about what happened yesterday and how she handled things. She knows Dean thinks she got it wrong by bringing in the police, but what else was she supposed to do? They were off duty and she had to follow protocol. The girls are safe and she had done everything she could to get him out of jail, so that had to count for something. Still, she can feel the weird vibe between them and she doesn’t like it.

They are faced with another twenty-four hour shift, although she has already offered to call in C shift and switch the rota so that they can go home and get some rest – except for Maya herself, since tomorrow is the annual inspection and she needs to make sure the station is prepped and ready. It is the last thing she needs to worry about.

“When’s shift start again?” Jack asks, too tired to even retrieve his cell phone from his pocket and check the time.

“In about an hour,” Andy tells him as she follows him through the door.

“At least they didn’t hold Joyce as long as they held us,” Dean comments.

“Wait, did they drop all charges against her, too?” Vic asks.

“If they did, it's only 'cause someone filmed it,” Ben says.

They head straight into the break out room, finding a place to flop – a chair, a sofa, the floor. The mood is low and sombre.  

“How vile do you have to be to lock up the mother of a kidnapped kid?” Travis says with disgust in his voice.

“And the firefighters who rescued the kidnapped kids,” Andy says.

Dean sits down in one of the chairs, leaning back and turning his head to look at her. “The black firefighters," he points out. “Just the black male firefighters.”

Maya’s instinct is to tell him he is being too sensitive but she knows it is not true. Maybe she was naïve before, but she can’t hide use that as an excuse any more. She has seen it with her own eyes. She steps into the room and looks around at her team. They are exhausted and it shows in every inch of their bodies. They might be used to intense stress and sleepless nights, but this is something different.  

“You guys sure you want to work?” Maya asks them, expecting them all to want to go home. There is nothing she can do to change what happened yesterday, but she can give them time off to process it all – like she needs to do. “You must be exhausted.”

“The alternative's bringing home all this rage to my perfect little girl,” Dean says, “so...”

“Plus, today's inspection day,” Sullivan reminds her.  

“No, that's tomorrow,” Maya says dismissively. She has been planning for this for months, she knows the date.

“I have it in my calendar for today,” Sullivan says. “And until recently, I was supposed to be the one doing the inspecting, so...”

Maya’s stomach drops. Shit. She can’t have got it wrong, can she? All eyes are on her as she pulls out her phone and checks her calendar. Yep, there it is, marked in red to remind her of its importance.

“No, no, no, no, no!” Maya cries. “Oh God.” She could kick herself for her stupid mistake, how did she get the date wrong? She feels the room deflate even more, if that is possible. She sighs heavily. “The inspection determines our budget for the entire year.”

“We'll reschedule,” Ben says diplomatically.

“Doesn't work like that,” Sullivan says. “They don't reschedule, we'll just fail. And I don't mean to be selfish, but...”

Maya feels her eyebrows arching in anticipation of what he is about to say.

“You're allowed to be selfish,” Vic tells him. “You're allowed to be whatever it is you need to be today.”

Maya knows she is cutting him some slack after he raced into the burning house behind Dean and helped save the two young girls, so she doesn’t say anything.

“I need to make a good impression,” Sullivan insists. “I need us to make a good impression. I can't lose anymore, I can't lose this house. I have a career to rebuild.”

It is important to Maya too – her first inspection since being promoted to Captain. She has a lot to prove in this male-dominated world. She knows that the fire department is full of people who think like Michael Dixon, who are watching her every move, who will jump at any chance to criticise her. She has no idea what they will make of yesterday’s events, or two of her team being arrested, or being caught up in a viral video that shows the Seattle police department in a bad light. She is pretty sure the Chief isn’t going to be happy about it, but that is a battle for another day.

“Okay, okay, look,” Andy says, standing up from the stool on which she was perched. “We know who we are. We've been prepping for this for weeks. We have to get this house in tip-top shape, let's just put our heads down and get through today.”

Maya nods, grateful that Andy’s pep talk has stopped them all from spiralling into despair at the thought of all the work ahead of them to be ready for Battalion Chief Gregory’s visit later that day. They start to move, dragging themselves to their feet.

“Okay, okay – we can do this,” Maya says resolutely, despite the guilt she feels at having to put them through their paces on a day when they really need an easy shift.

She leaves them in the break out room, pulling her cell phone out of her pocket as she makes her way downstairs to her office. She hasn’t checked in with Carina since their phone call last night and, with everything else going on, she longs to hear her girlfriend’s voice, telling her it will all be okay. Somehow, when Carina says it, she believes it.

Knowing she had an early start today, she doesn’t feel guilty about calling her at seven a.m. and hits the dial button, disappointed when it goes straight to voicemail.

“Hey, Carina. Just checking in. I hope your day is less eventful than my night was,” she says, trying to keep things light even though she feels a heavy weight on her shoulders, bearing down on her. She walks into her office. “Today is the annual inspection, which is the most important day of my captaincy so far,” she continues, dropping her bag on the floor and shrugging off her Gilet. “…and I thought it was tomorrow, so I'm not ready. I haven't slept or showered or eaten, or processed what I witnessed last night.”

She sits down on the chair in the middle of her office, momentarily relieved of the tension she has been holding in her body. “…and now I'm rambling on your voicemail because I miss you and – oh God, what if we fail? What if I fail?”

What if she does fail? She can hear her father’s voice in her head, telling her off for being distracted by silly nonsense instead of keeping her eye on the goal. It has been this way ever since she gave up running and decided to become a firefighter, her natural instinct to lean on his teachings and to wonder what he would tell her to do whenever a difficult situation arises. He doesn’t appear very often these days, but it is a habit she is still learning to break. She doesn’t need his approval any more, she has nothing to prove to him – but she is still the woman he moulded, still with a drive to succeed at all times.

“That is…”

The voicemail cuts off and she looks at her phone with despair, before throwing it onto her desk. Maybe Carina will pick up the message before her first appointment of the day and call her back with some words of wisdom.

She shakes the thought of her father out of her head. It is because she is tired, she tells herself. It is because she is wound up, because she is worried about her team and the inspection, and hasn’t seen her girlfriend for forty-eight hours.

Desperate to get out of the clothes she has been wearing for far too long and into something clean, Maya heads into the bunk room and shreds herself of her clothes, dumping them unceremoniously on the bed. She freshens herself up as best as she can and changes into her uniform. A ping alerts her to a message and she opens it quickly, happy when she sees Carina’s name.

About to video call.

Maya frowns. It is not like Carina to send her such short, curt messages. A video call comes through and she picks it up on her laptop for a bigger screen, sitting down at her desk. She can see immediately that Carina is in the car.

“Hey, should you be video calling while you’re driving?”

It is the firefighter in her that always worries about safety first. She has seen too many road traffic accidents caused by people distracted on their phones.

“It’s okay, Andrea is with me,” Carina says.

Andrew shifts the phone so that he comes into view alongside his sister.

“Hey Maya.”

“Hey. What’s going on?” Maya asks, curious about where they are headed so early in the morning when she knows that Carina should be at work.

“Andrea saw Opal at the hospital this morning,” Carina says. “She got into a car, we’re following her now.”

It is not what she was expecting to hear. “You’re what?” she exclaims.

“Did you see her yesterday?” Andrew jumps in before Carina can say any more.

“Yesterday?”

“Carina told me about the two girls who got abducted,” Andrew says. “Did you see a woman with red hair?”

“No, the house belonged to some guy called Bob,” Maya says. “There was no sign of anyone else.”

She is putting two and two together, and getting five.

“What makes you think they’re connected?”

“Okay, look, we don't have a lot of time to explain, alright?” Andrew says impatiently.

Maya doesn’t like sound of this at all, especially if Andrew is dragging her girlfriend into something that has the potential to get messy.

“Carina, are you okay?”

“Yes, we are safe for now, but...”

Maya doesn’t hear any more, as Ben walks into her office with his cell phone in his hand.

“Hey, Bishop, I just got a million texts from Andrew DeLuca, saying...”

He trails off when Maya picks up her laptop and turns the screen towards him so that he can see Andrew.

“Oh.”

Ben and Andrew exchange greetings as Ben walks around Maya’s desk, meeting her in the middle.

“Look, I've been trying Bailey a bunch, but...” Andrew starts.

“Yeah, she's finally getting some sleep, so don't bug her,” Ben says, protective of his wife. “What do you need?”

“They saw a woman at the hospital this morning and they think she's associated with what happened last night,” Maya says, although she still can’t connect the dots. But for as long as Carina is caught up in all this, she is going to go along with it.

“Yeah, well, we're not gonna let her get away this time,” Andrew says doggedly. “And she's got to be connected somehow to the guy that your team brought in last night. It's too much of a coincidence.”

Maya wants to disagree – it feels like a leap. But then she remembers yesterday, and her reluctance to believe the two desperate mothers until it was almost too late, so she is prepared to take that leap for now.

“Did you call the police?”

“Yeah, 'cause that worked out so well last night,” Ben comments.

Maya knows he is right to be cynical, but this feels way out of their control and she really is not comfortable with Carina and Andrew getting themselves involved in this without any back-up.

“Yeah, we tried the police, but they told us they'll follow up,” Carina says.

“So, your plan is just to follow her?” Maya questions.

Just because the police aren’t prepared to help, doesn’t mean that the next best thing is for her girlfriend and her brother to be playing car chase with a woman who might be a child trafficker. Just the thought of it is crazy.

“No, my plan is to not let this woman kidnap and torture other teenagers,” Andrew says.

“If we can follow her to a location or... or her home or something, at least we can give the police an address,” Carina says.

At least Carina has some sort of plan, but it still makes Maya feel anxious. Her mind is spinning as she tries to make sense of all this. They have just come from a messy situation, she doesn’t want Carina being dragged into another one – especially if it puts her at risk.

“Okay, Carina, this is crazy. You can't just follow some stranger all over the streets of Seattle,” Maya says.

She is ignored as they get distracted following Opal down a side road.

“She's stopping, pull over,” Andrew instructs his sister. “Pull over.”

“Who's stopping? Opal?” Maya asks, her frustrations starting to show.

“Okay, DeLuca, DeLuca! What are you doing?” Ben asks, equally frustrated.

They are both ignored this time as Andrew and Carina watch what is happening out of the window. Maya just hopes they are at a safe distance not to get spotted.

“She's talking to some man,” Carina says.

Great, now there is someone else involved in this. They have no idea who this guy is or what his role is in all this.

“Okay, Carina, these people could be really dangerous,” Maya points out.

“Yeah, they're dangerous to teenage girls,” Andrew says. “That's why we're here.”

“Stay in the car,” Maya pleads with them. At least they are safer in the car, she thinks.

“Look, you want to help? Cut through the red tape and get the police here right now,” Andrew says.

After yesterday’s fiasco, Maya has no idea how she is going to get the police on side, but she will figure it out – just as long as they stay safe. Maybe Officer Wicklund will be willing to help. After all, he looked pretty sheepish when he was confronted with the video of what had really happened and could no longer hide behind Schneider’s version of the truth. Maybe she can capitalise on that.

“Okay, we're on it,” she says. “Just please wait for the police.”

“We will,” Carina agrees.

“I'm not making any promises,” Andrew says.

Maya’s shoulders slump in defeat, her eyes staying on Carina, who meets them via the screen. She shoots Maya a look that tells her she will try, but they both know how determined Andrew is to catch Opal. She also knows that Carina will do whatever she has to do to support him this time around, especially since they had learned he was correct about Cindy Wright all along.

Maya slams the laptop shut in frustration. She shoots Ben a look that tells him not to say anything as she stalks over to the phone and picks it up, dialling the local police station.

“Officer Wicklund please,” Maya says when someone answers.

Wicklund takes her call at least, and is co-operative when she fires a series of questions at him and is willing to provide her with some information, but he is reluctant to help her push the case up the ranks to the right person.

“Okay, thank you.”

From the other side of the room, she hears Ben leaving a voicemail message for his wife as he matches her pacing up and down. When he hangs up, he turns towards her.

“Okay, I think Miranda has records, but I can't reach her,” he says. “I think she took a sedative.”

“It's okay, they were able to look up the incident at Grey-Sloan without the report number, but the detective assigned to the case is not in today,” Maya says.

“So?” Ben challenges her. “I mean, can't they get another detective? “

“They said they would try, but that it would take a while to process and to get them up to speed,” Maya says despondently.

“Unbelievable,” Ben says, shaking his head. “What about Ryan's old captain? Can he do us a favour?”

“Captain Rendon?”

It is a good idea – and the only alternative they have right now.

“We can try,” Maya says. She picks up the phone and dials another number, waiting for someone to answer. “Captain Maya Bishop, Station 19. Can I have Captain Rendon, please? I'll hold.”

“Um Andrew, he's…?” Ben starts to ask, but she cuts him off.

“He's stable,” Maya says. “He's been on his meds for months. He's getting sleep. He's good.”

She sounds more confident that she feels. She knows it is what Carina would say if she was here and, even if she is silently worried that Ben’s concerns might be justified, she is going to have his back.

On the other end of the phone, a police sergeant tells her that Rendon is unavailable right now. “”Will you please leave a message? Captain Maya Bishop, Station 19. It's urgent.”

Aggravated by the constant barriers, Maya puts the phone back in its holder, then immediately slams it into place four times before letting it go. Ben’s eyebrows raise and she shakes her head.

“Sorry. I’m just worried about what they’re getting themselves into, that’s all. I’d feel a lot more comfortable if they had back-up.”

Her gaze drifts through her office door to the entrance to the barn, where the team are working hard to get the station in top shape before today’s inspection.

“I don’t have time for this,” Maya says. “The inspection…”

“Some things are more important,” Ben reminds her.

“I know.” Maya lets out a sorrowful laugh. “I learned that the hard way yesterday. I got it so wrong.”

Ben raises his eyebrows curiously, but doesn’t ask her what she means.

“Are you gonna tell them?” Ben asks.

“You think I should?”

“After what they all went through yesterday, it’s not fair to keep them in the dark.”  

“I don’t know,” Maya says with a shake of her head. “Miller…”

“Miller’s allowed to be pissed,” Ben says.

“I know that,” Maya says. “I just… you know how they’re gonna react when I tell them.”

“They?”

As soon as she says it, she knows how it sounds.

“I didn’t… I mean…”

“Yeah, I know,” Ben says, more kindly than she thinks she deserves. “Look, if there’s a chance that Andrew’s right and this woman they’re following, Opal, is connected to those two girls getting kidnapped, then maybe we need to give them the back-up that the police aren’t giving. Maybe there’s a chance to finally catch her.”

Maya tips her head to one side. “How are we gonna do that? The Chief is going to be here in…” She checks her watch. “… two hours.”

“I have no idea,” Ben says. “That’s way outside of my pay grade.” He steps backwards and holds out a hand, gesturing towards the door. “But you still need to tell them.”

Maya takes a deep breath and nods her head, then strides forwards, Ben close behind her. They head into the barn and she walks around the back of the fire truck to where the team are working hard.

“Listen up – announcement!” she says loudly, getting everyone’s attention. “Carina and her brother, Andrew DeLuca, are...” She falters, looking at Ben who shrugs. “They think they have eyes on one of the kidnappers.”

“Jada and Shanice?” Vic asks.

“No, no, the girls are okay. The girls are safe,” Maya assures her. “The guy from yesterday is still in custody, but we think his partner was at the hospital last night.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Carina and Andrew are doing what?” Jack says.

“Following her,” Ben answers.

Andy’s eyebrows arch. “Following her?”

“Correct,” Maya says, barely meeting her eyes. She knows what Andy is thinking just by the tone of her voice.

“Okay, good,” Vic says resolutely. “So, what do we do? How do we help?”

“I take it the police aren't rushing to the scene?” Dean says, his voice heavy with sarcasm.

“There's a lot of red tape,” Maya admits.

“Right, but you just keep calling it in,” Dean chides.

Maya looks at him, but he turns his gaze downwards. She understands why he is pissed at her and she doesn’t take the bait.

“Okay, look, I'm going. I'm just gonna take the aid car and…”

As soon as Ben says it, everyone else jumps in, offering to go with him. Maya feels torn, the inspection is too important to mess up but she knows that Ben is right – Carina and Andrew can’t do this by themselves.

“You can't all go, not if we want to pass inspection,” Maya reminds them.

“We just say that we're at an incident,” Dean suggests.

“It's not an incident, Miller,” Maya says, losing her patience a little. “Right now, it's just my girlfriend and her brother chasing someone in a car.”

“Wow, you really gonna just…”

“I'm what, Miller?” Maya challenges him.

She can feel his frustration with her – she is frustrated too. She doesn’t know what to do. She is the captain, the leader, and she feels like she has no power and no control in this situation.

Before they can get into it, Ben jumps in.

“Okay, I'm going. So who's coming?”

The team continue to squabble, all of them wanting to get involved. Dean is the loudest.

“Miller, Miller, you cannot get cuffed twice in twenty-four hours, man. For Pru,” Jack points out. “Maybe I can get some leverage as lieutenant or something.”

“Or something?”

Maya decides to step in, giving a command as captain.

“Gibson, Warren, go. The rest of you, there is still a lot to do around here.”

There is a part of her that wants to jump into the aid car with them, but she needs to be here when Gregory shows up.

Ben and Jack dash off to the aid car, while the others go back to their chores. Maya starts to retreat, until she hears Dean calling out after her.

“Aren't we gonna wait for the cops like you made me wait yesterday?”

Maya stops and turns.

“I told you what was going on in that house, I told you that I wanted to go in. No, and you ignored that black mother's cries because you waited on a cop who refused to help her!”

She wants to interject but she doesn’t know what to say because she knows that there is nothing she can say, so she just takes it.

“Those girls had to set a fire to get your attention, when you…” he takes a breath. “…you could have just had my back!”

Maya watches as he shakes his head and walks away. She can feel the rest of the team looking at her, curious about her reaction to Dean’s attack. She lowers her eyes and walks away, her face flushed with embarrassment. They know it is not like her not to bite back, but she can’t – not about this. She knows Dean is right. She let him down.

She heads back into her office and picks up her cell phone. The screen lights up with a short message from Carina, telling her that they have just pulled up outside the train station. She is about to fire a message back to her when Jack’s voice comes through the radio.

Captain Bishop, we have plate numbers for the police – VTQ 864. These are Idaho plates.

Maya picks up the radio. “Copy.”

She writes it down on the notebook in front of her, then picks up the phone and calls the station again.

“This is Captain Bishop…”

The sergeant on the other end starts to tell her that Rendon still isn’t available, but she won’t allow it this time. She has had enough of getting the brush off.

“No! I need to speak to him, now!”

After a bit more pushing, Captain Rendon finally comes on the line.

“Captain Bishop,” he greets her. “I hear you’ve been very persistent with my desk sergeant.”

“I’m sorry, Sir, but this can’t wait,” Maya says.

She dives into the whole story – the kidnapped girls from yesterday, the kidnapper at the hospital where a known child trafficker was seen early this morning, a pair of doctors from Grey Sloan on their tail (she avoids the part about her personal connection to them) and two of her team hot on their heels. She gives him a description of Opal and the plate numbers that Jack gave her, and he puts her on hold for five minutes while he does a quick check.

“Well, it seems your friends are on to something,” Rendon says when he comes back on the line. “This woman, Opal, is known to us. She’s been under investigation for some time thanks to her links to a child trafficking ring. The vehicle you gave us? It’s registered to a Robert Corson – he’s the man you came across yesterday. As well as the house here in Seattle where he was keeping those two girls, his name is also against a rental property in Boise, Idaho. If you’re right that Opal was at the hospital, I suspect it’s no coincidence. It’s likely that they’re moving kids across the border. I’ve spoken to the detective who’s leading this case and he’s on his way in. I’m sending Officer Patterson out, he’s one of our best and most experienced. We’re bringing in the FBI too. Where are your friends now?”

“Uh, Seattle Center train station,” Maya tells him, re-reading the message from Carina.

“Tell them to sit tight, we’re sending our people there now.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Maya says. “Thank you.”

“You know, if Tanner was around, he wouldn’t let this one go either,” Rendon says.

Maya feels a sadness wash over her at the mention of her friend.

“No, he wouldn’t,” Maya says with a small smile.

Rendon passes on the details of Officer Patterson so that she has a direct line to him, before ending the call. As soon as she can, Maya picks up her radio.

“The car is registered to Robert Corson,” Maya says. “He's the guy from last night. The Idaho plates mean that they're probably trafficking over state lines. FBI's getting involved and the cops are on their way.”

She hears Ben’s voice in reply. Copy that, Captain.

Maya is just about to call Carina to let her know when she sees Dean walking out of the barn with a bucket and cleaning materials in his hand. She wants to make peace with him, but she knows it is not going to be easy. Still, she has to try to make things right.

“Miller, good news,” she says, catching his attention. “The FBI engaged and the local police are on scene.”

She knows she sounds too formal, but she is keeping her guard up in case he is ready to get into it with her again.

“That's good to hear, Captain,” Dean says, his tone polite. She can feel them at odds and doesn’t like it. He gives her a respectful nod, then turns and starts to walk up the stairs.

“Dean,” Maya calls after him, softening her tone.

Dean stops and turns, retracing his steps back down the stairs.

“I’m sorry,” Maya says. “I got it wrong yesterday.”

It is a simple apology but she knows that anything more will sound like an excuse. She waits to see if does anything to repair their friendship.

“It might be a minute before I graciously accept your apology, Captain,” Dean says eventually.

It is not a cold reaction, but it isn’t exactly warm either. She hates that the exchange feels so awkward, but at least he doesn’t throw it back in her face.

“Understood,” she says.

Dean makes his way upstairs, as Maya turns and goes back into her office. She picks up her cell phone and goes to call Carina’s number, pausing only when she hears someone being greeted at the front desk. She panics. It can’t be Gregory already, he’s not due yet. She steps outside to investigate, relieved to learn it is a young guy with a broken finger who has come in hoping for some medical assistance. All it needs is a bandage, and she leaves him with Larsson, dialling Carina’s number as she heads back into her office.

She answers after a couple of rings.

“Maya, we have no news,” Carina says.

“I do,” Maya says. “The cops are on their way.”

“Ah great,” Carina says. Maya can hear the relief in her voice.

“Okay, thank you. Thank you, Maya,” Andrew says. “You know, you're my favourite girlfriend Carina's ever had? And there's been a lot.”

“No, don't listen to him,” Carina says.

Maya laughs, glad to hear them both joking. Except the momentary relief from the intensity of this morning doesn’t last long.

“She’s getting out,” she hears Carina say.

“Who's getting out?” Maya asks.

She hears Carina call after her brother – No Andrea! – and she starts talking in Italian. Maya is lost as to what is happening, but the relief she felt at finally feeling some control over the situation quickly disappears.

“Okay, what’s he doing?” Maya demands to know.

Carina continues to call out after her brother. “Maya, I have to hang up.”

“What? No, no, no… don’t hang up!”

The line goes dead.

“Fuck!” Maya cries into her empty office. She throws her cell phone on to the table and drops into her chair, her head in her hands.

She tries calling Carina back, but the line is busy. A couple more minutes and the police would have been there. Why the hell did they have to get out the car?

Maya sits and watches her phone, hoping Carina will call, but it sits silently on her desk, taunting her. She has no idea what to do now. The silence annoys her, until it is broken by the sound of crackling from the radio.

Captain Bishop, they’re getting on a train. Now, we're not sure where they're headed, but we're driving to the nearest train station now. Tell the police to standby.

Maya picks up the radio. “What? Why? Why did they...” She gives up trying to understand what the hell is going on. “Okay, okay, okay.”

She leans back and grabs a folder from the shelf behind her, and flips through the pages to a map of the train network.

“North or south?” she asks into the radio.

“We don’t know,” comes Ben’s reply. “Wait – I just got a message.”

Maya holds her breath as she waits for an answer.

“South. They’re heading south.”

“Copy.”

Maya picks up the phone and dials the cell phone number that Rendon gave her.

“Officer Patterson? This is Maya Bishop from the Seattle Fire Department,” she introduces herself.

“Ah yes, Captain Bishop, thank you for your help today,” the police officer says. “We’re almost at the train station.”

“About that – the suspect, Opal, is on the move. She’s about to board a train heading south.”

“Which station?”

She double-checks the map. “South Lake Union.”

“Okay, we’ll head there too.”

He ends the call and Maya falls back in her seat, sighing heavily. Her eyes fall on the clock on the wall. The time is ticking closer to Chief Gregory’s visit and he is due in just over one hour, but she knows it is possible that he will turn up early to catch them out. She can’t just sit here and wait for news, it is driving her crazy.

She wants to call Carina, to check that she is safe, but if they are on a train following Opal then Maya doesn’t want to draw attention to them by making Carina’s phone ring.

Instead, she stands up and heads into the bunk room, stripping her clothes and changing into her Class A dress uniform. Her heart isn’t in this inspection, her head certainly isn’t. Her team have pulled it together without her help, despite everything they went through last night. She needs to remember to tell them thank you when this is all over. Maybe they can reschedule that day-drinking they had planned for yesterday, once everything has calmed down.

Once she is dressed, Maya looks at herself in the mirror. She usually feels such pride in her uniform, in the two stripes on her sleeve, but today that pride feels tainted. It doesn’t mean anything if they are not making a difference – and how can they make a difference when there is so much red tape holding them back? When every step they take is judged instead of supported?

She knows she will be criticised for what happened yesterday – despite what happened to those girls and her team. She will probably get criticised for today too, for letting Ben and Jack go out in the aid car when no emergency has been called in. She cares about that, of course she does; she wants to be good at her job – she wants her superiors to think that she is good at her job – but is she truly good at her job if she doesn’t fight against the things that her gut is telling her are wrong?

She has a choice, and she has made her decision by the time Andy shows up in her office.

“Helmets are polished, hoses are stacked. You could eat off the floor in the beanery,” Andy announces. “I know it's not much considering everything, but my dad always taught me, sometimes you take it from the outside in, and from the outside this station is looking pretty good right now.”

She leans back against the cupboards and watches as Maya straightens her desk.

“Battalion Chief Gregory's gonna be another hour, at least,” Maya says.

She can’t do this. She can’t be here, not when her girlfriend is chasing a criminal across the city. Not when she doesn’t know what is going on. Her dress coat feels heavy and she starts to remove it, disappearing into the captain’s bunk and hanging it up in the small wardrobe inside.

“Copy. You want me to make sure that…”

“I want you to be in charge of the station while I'm gone,” Maya says. She emerges from the bunk and walks over to the door, grabbing her SFD jacket. “I can't just stay here while Carina's...”

“Wait,” Andy objects. “Hold on… Maya, this inspection defines your role as captain; as the...”

“…first female captain of Nineteen, I'm aware,” Maya says. She sits down on the chair to change her shoes. “But I can't play by the rules I witnessed yesterday. The whole first female captain thing implies that if I don't play by every single rule, then I'm failing. And if I don't do this job like the men before me did it, then I'm not up for the task. But I played by every single rule yesterday. I went against my gut and those girls had to set a fire to save their lives because I was playing by the rules. Because I was worried about how it would look on paper. And these people, these disgusting, soulless human beings are kidnapping children and holding them hostage and selling them.”

She stands up, the words falling from her mouth as she lets all her frustrations out. “And there is something more that we can do. So, I'm gonna show up.” She turns and grabs the keys to the fire command car from her desk. “I'm a first responder. I'm gonna respond, and if that means it's the last day as the first female captain, then I can live with that.”

It’s not really a choice, she realises, and she is so resolute that Andy knows there is no changing her mind.

“I'll get everyone in their Class As,” she says. “Go.”

Maya shoots her a grateful smile as she rushes out the door. She jumps into the fly car and puts the siren on, speeding through traffic towards South Lake Union train station. It has already been ten minutes since she last heard from Warren, which means that Carina and Andrew are probably already on the train. She dodges traffic and pulls into the underpass just seven minutes later.

Ben and Jack get out of the Air Car when they see her pull up next to them.

“What's the status?” she demands to know as soon as she gets out of the car.

“They should be pulling up soon,” Ben says.

Maya is relieved to know that she has got here just in time. “Okay. When the cops get here, we'll post at both exits. Can you send me the photo of Opal that Andrew sent to you?”

She heads towards the station entrance, pulling on a mask as she walks, and calls over the first security guard she sees. She doesn’t have time to get into any detail, but trusts that her badge and status as Fire Captain will give her the credentials she needs to command him to follow her lead. She tells them to look out for a woman in her forties with red hair and shows him the photo of Opal.

“Bishop!” Ben calls out to her.

Maya scurries back towards the aid car. “What?”

“Carina just text me. They’re pulling into the station now.”

In stroke of good luck, or just coincidental timing, Maya hears sirens and turns just as two police cars pulls up behind her. An officer steps out of one and walks towards them.

“Captain Bishop?”

His name badge reads Patterson, the cop that Rendon sent her way.

“We have the doors covered.” She holds up her phone. “This is a photo of Opal.”

Patterson recognises her straight away from the file he was sent. “She's a 4100 suspect.” He turns to his team of officers. “Let's go. Take the right side and the left side. Let's move!”

They disperse, heading in different directions. Maya has been on a few stake outs with the police, but usually at a distance. Today she is right in the middle of it as she follows the police officers to the station entrance. All eyes are on the recently alighted passengers, all blondes and brunettes so far.

“That’s her!” Jack calls out.

“Here we go,” Patterson says under his breath.

An officer steps up to her. “Ma’am, freeze!”

The woman spins as the officer grabs her arm. “Hey!”

It’s not her, it’s not Opal, and Maya sighs with frustration. They are so close, they can’t miss her now. They keep looking, eyes on everyone who comes out of the doors.

“Over there, over there!” Ben suddenly says. “There, there, there!”

Maya spins and sees the red-headed woman, as sure as she can be that it is Opal. She has to stop herself from launching forwards, holding back and letting the team of officers do their job.

Patterson grabs his radio. “We think she’s exiting the north side of the building.”

His team surrounds her. “Ma’am, freeze!”

Opal feigns confusion. “What’s going on?” she asks, putting her hands in the air.

She doesn’t fool anyone though and Maya watches from a close distance as she is cuffed and read her rights. She turns to share a look with Ben and Jack as Opal is put into the back of a police car. She is not giving much away, her body stiff as she is guided into the back of the car.

“It's interesting how they didn't shove her face into the ground,” Jack comments.

As the police car pulls away, they make their way back towards their vehicles. Maya pulls out her cell phone and goes straight to Carina’s number.

“We should let Carina and Andrew know,” she says.

“I’m surprised they’re not here,” Ben says, looking around in case they have caught the end of the show.

Before Maya has the chance to make the call, the radio crackles.

“Aid car nineteen, are you still at South Lake Union?”

Jack grabs his radio. “This is nineteen, yes we are.”

“We’ve had reports of a stabbing victim in the main concourse, can you attend?”

Maya stops, her body frozen. Jack turns towards her, his wide, shocked eyes looking at her over the top of his mask.

“Copy. We’ll be right there.”

Ben is already on the move, pulling open the back of the aid car to grab the gurney.

“Bishop? Maya?”

Maya shakes her head. No, she’s not okay.

A stabbing victim, that���s all they said. But there is a heavy feeling in her stomach.

She starts to run, ignoring the car horns that scream at her when she crosses the road without looking. She charges up the steps and into the station, weaving through the crowds as she makes her way to the main concourse.

As she runs, there is only one thing on her mind:

Carina.

#station 19 #grey's anatomy #maya bishop #carina deluca #station 19 fanfiction #my fanfiction #serendipity #I'm so close to putting a final chapter number on this fic! #(but I also keep changing my mind lol)

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Flesh and Dreams (Kino Loy x Reader)

Kino Loy x Reader

Rated: Explicit

You've been caught by the Empire while pretending to be a man and sent to jail on Narkina. You have to survive while hiding your true identity in fear of being killed or worse. The man in charge, Kino Loy, is the one you fear the most...

This was written as a gift for the biggest Andy Serkis fan I know, my dear @gipsydangerzone 💕

CW: jail & forced labor, injury & blood, mention of chest binding, mention of transphobia, but Kino is an ally, unhealthy relationship, age gap (Reader is an adult), dom/sub dynamics, semi-public sex, fingering, hurt & little comfort Reader is a she with an AFAB body.

MASTERLIST

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It all started as pure necessity. Lay low, use a fake identity, switch up your gender if you have to . It was supposed to last a few days, maybe a few weeks max. Just enough time to get out of Faalri and go find your rebel base hidden in the Outer Rim. Lucky for you, cutting your hair and binding your chest was enough for you to pass as not a woman . An easy trick to confuse the troopers in charge of checking travelers identity. But it backfired spectacularly. 

You were caught in a random identity control along with another bunch of poor travelers. You lied and told you just had lost your ID holo. Little did you know, failing to provide an ID was now a punishable offense that could lead you to jail. The mockery of trial you went through was finished in a matter of minutes. It was actually a justice droïd who sentenced you to 1 year in jail - actual living judges were in short supply apparently. But the thing is that freaking tin box mistook you for a man and you thought that telling the truth at this point would just add more years to your sentence. And off you went, onto a shuttle and into a freaking jail. It all happened in a few hours. And your fear was barely catching up to the point you were just numb. 

—-

The shuttle landed on a planet covered in water, where some sort of tower of steel and concrete rose above the waterline. After a short speech and a painful demonstration of the electrified floor, you were ushered into a room alongside twenty or so other prisoners, where they asked you to remove all your clothing and put on the white and orange uniforms of the place. You don’t really know how you managed it, but you removed and put back on the clothes so fast that the guards did not notice - or at least did not bother to ask questions about the tight bandages wrapped on your torso. The prisoner next to you raised a curious brow when he caught a glimpse of your half-naked form, but you glared at him so viciously that he kept his mouth shut. 

That’s when they took you to your floor, where you were supposed to spend your sentence. As soon as you landed in the big room where dozens of other inmates were working, you were greeted by a man in his fifties. He oozed confidence and command, despite wearing the inmate uniform as well. He had salt-and-pepper slicked back hair that had no right to look this good given his current occupation, and gray-blue eyes so piercing you had the impression he was looking right into your soul.

“This is Unit 5-2-D. My name is Kino Loy, and I’m in charge here. The 49 men in this room answer to me. Name ?” He asked sternly. “Leeho” you lied, dropping your voice as much as you could. “Leeho.” he repeated slowly in his gravelly voice. You averted your gaze, afraid he might have caught the doubt in your eyes.  “Don’t look at the guard. He won’t be back.” Kino paused, finally locking eyes with you “You’re mine now.” he added. The declaration could have been cruel but was really just matter-of-factly. A shiver ran along your spine, fear and something else you did not know how to name. 

After a few hours of work, you all left the main floor to go to the cells. One of the prisoners showed you your nook, a sterile white box, fully open for all the others to see. Ironically what was truly a cage was also not locked. At least, the food and water rations were not limited, the only silver lining in the nightmare you were. You had sipped a bit of water, curled up facing the wall, and at least, after 48h of numbness, you had silently cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you knew you had to escape. You steeled yourself, decided to lean into the silent type persona. The work was repetitive and exhausting. Especially since you were the smallest at your table, and everything seemed to have been designed for giants. The men were often chatting amongst themselves to pass the time, trading encouragements and stories from before the jail. You dodged every question about your past, trying to speak as little as possible, and after a few days like this, it was established you were “the new weird boy”. 

—-

It’s often said the real risk is when the danger becomes routine and you let your guard down. It was true for the work, as well as for your true identity. You had gone through the first weekly disinfectant shower with no real plan other than staying behind everyone and keeping a straight face, hoping no one would actually notice. It worked so smoothly, you had smiled for the first time since arriving in this hell hole. This same day, as your shift was almost done, you were maybe a little too enthusiastic when handling the heavy screwer, and the drill bit grazed your palm, slicing the skin in its path. You watched in horror as the trail of scarlet splitting your hand started to weep red, heavy drops of blood spiraled down your wrist and into the fabric of your sleeve. The pain surged but it was really an after-though at this point. You were more terrified of what would happen now that your left hand was unusable.

You were frozen in place, as unexpected panic rushed through you, it felt like you were caught by a wave, head underwater. You vaguely remember your colleagues shouting for Kino, him taking you on the side and asking guards for a medic. The man showed up quickly, to your surprise also an inmate, and assessed the damage. He had to close the wound because it would not stop bleeding, and the sleeve of your uniform was so soaked you were starting to leave a puddle of blood on the white floor under you. That’s when you finally felt like you were able to rise above the wave of panic, the acute pain of the field cauterizer replacing the fear. The burn of the low-frequency laser had brought you to your senses, you were compelled to focus on the here and now. It was old military tech, designed so soldiers could immediately go back to fighting, you would have preferred a patch of bacta and a few days off work, but you now understood in your very flesh and blood that you were nothing but a cog in the empire’s industrial machine. The realization hurt even more than the actual burning of the cauterizer.

The medic left as quickly as he had come. The shift had actually ended during your little medical appointment, and you were alone with Kino on your way toward the sleeping quarters. But first you had to pass through the changing room because you couldn’t keep your blood-soaked uniform on. You both kept silent as you moved through the corridors but you knew you had to find a plan, and really fast because there was no way he wouldn’t notice the reality of your body and start questioning you. No matter if he thought you were lying on your gender or trans or any other possibilities, he was quite literally a collaborator to the empire, this same empire did not take kindly on queer people, and you had no idea what were Kino’s positions on the issue.

The door of the changing room opened in front of your trembling figure, and you stepped inside to reach for a clean uniform in your size. Kino beat you to it, handing you the clothes with a sigh, before turning his back. Did he know? Or was he just giving you a rare moment of somewhat-privacy? You mumbled a thank you, slipped on the fresh top and pants, and mentally prepared yourself to join your cell back. But as you were ready to cross the doorstep towards the sleeping pods, Kino gripped your arm and turned you back toward him.

“Wait.” he instructed, voice low so no one could hear him. “You need to understand something. You have to be very careful with that hand. It can’t open again. If you start bleeding, you tell no one, you come and see me. You shut your mouth, and you come straight to me. Am I clear, kid?” “I’m not a kid.” you hissed. “Listen carefully.” he started to sound angry “You take this like it’s a game, but it’s not. If you want to survive here, you need to be smart. If you think you’re fooling anyone regarding your… condition , you’re not.”

His eyes felt on your binded chest before he looked back at your face with an expression that reminded you of a stern teacher. So he knew… You felt the heat of shame, felt tears pricking your eyes, but you said nothing, jaw clenched. Kino took your absence of rebuttal for an admission of guilt. He could easily have called for a guard, and sent you to your death - or worse.

You tried to escape his hand holding your arm, but he didn't let go, his grip strengthened, and he brought you even closer from him. You braced for something violent, but instead, his demeanor shifted. He looked almost pained , like he was sorry or even scared for you.

“Hey, I’m not judging, you have your reasons and I don’t need to know them. But I won’t be able to protect you if others want to take advantage of that. Guards or inmates, it doesn’t matter. Two days ago, you were second to last, your whole table was almost fried because you were too slow. What do you think will happen next time you mess up, uh?” Kino’s face softened.  “You need to work faster, to not cause any trouble. And if you have a problem, you come see me.”

He had finally let go of your arm, and you had seen through wet lashes how he composed his face back to a blank stern mask before brushing past you and to his cell without any more word. You had trouble sleeping again that night, thinking about what he said. “ I won’t be able to protect you ” Kino actually wanted to protect you ? He had not given you away despite knowing what you hid. He told you he was ready to cover you in case of further injury. You never had seen him being mean or cruel on purpose since you were here. Maybe his little-chief persona was only superficial, because it seemed there was more to him than that. Weirdly enough, you never felt threatened by him. The whole system, sure. But not Kino. 

—-

A couple more weeks passed, and hopefully the wound on your hand healed. It left an atrocious-looking scar in the middle of your palm, but at least the pain was gone. You managed to avoid being fried or caught in your lie. You were somewhat able to sleep at night, although you were perpetually cold. The other inmates were sometimes assholes, but you managed. You knew your cell by heart, could use the tools eyes closed. One night, after another long and exhausting day, as you laid on your leathery mattress, you had realized with mind spinning horror that everything had become part of a routine. The only sliver of light in the darkness of your new existence was the constant presence of Kino. His gaze on you as you worked. His silent check-ins when he reviewed the line on the skybridge before going back to your cells. His unspoken care.

Kino’s cell was directly next to yours, and more than one time you were tempted to climb the thin wall to go find him in the middle of the night - only tempted . Until that night. Earlier in the day, he had talked to you, making sure you were alright after seeing you argue with another inmate. You had answered you could handle yourself, voice arrogant and proud. The corners of his lips had formed the faintest of smiles and it had made you weak in the knees. 

You were now in your bed, turning and tossing, unable to find sleep. His deep blue eyes and his rough voice tormenting you, the place between your legs slick with the lust you had for him. It was kinda new, this feeling. But it was definitely there and frankly it wasn’t as nonsensical as the rest of this place. It felt like something the empire could not take away from you - the last thing they could not take away from you. 

You knew it could be a huge mistake, but you went anyway. All you could hear was the rapid thump of your heart, blood pumping in your ears. You felt alive, finally, after weeks of dull despair in this sleek-white coffin of a jail. The divider between your cells was easy enough to get around without touching the electrified floor. You took care not to trigger the sensors on the floor of Kino’s cell, instead crawling on the bench seats until your face was above Kino’s. He was facing the wall, apparently unaware of your arrival although you had no idea if he was sleeping or not. You slowly reached for his shoulder but before you could touch him, he violently snatched your wrist. You had to repress a scream of surprise but Kino placed a single finger against his lips, commanding you to stay silent. You let him hoist you over and against his body, between him and the wall, so his back would shield you away from anyone’s view. 

“What are you doing here” he whispered against the shell of your ear. He did not sound alarmed, rather genuinely surprised and a bit angry. “You could have fallen in the corridor and gotten fried.” he went on when you did not answer immediately. “I was cold.” was all you could say for your defense. It was close enough of the truth. You swear you could feel a chuckle go through his massive chest glued to your back.  “You’ll need to leave before everyone wakes up” he simply added, and he wrapped his arm over your waist, pressing you against him a little tighter. 

Your senses were suddenly overpowered by him. You went through your days without any human touch, and being in his embrace was overwhelming. The warmth of his body, the muscular arm holding you, his smell, masculine, smoked wood behind the generic antiseptic. It did not help with your newfound lust. You knew the gamble you took was probably a one-time thing. No way you could sneak into his cell night after night without anyone noticing. You had to make the best of it. You literally put your life on the line to be there on his cot, you could try and push your luck a little further.

You moved a bit, gingerly pressing your ass against him. You waited for him to chastise you, to ask you to stop. He did not. You writhed in his hold until you felt him getting half hard against your lower back. His warm breath in your neck, the steelband of his arm across your chest, and now the very proof of his desire poking at your ass. Your desire burning low in your belly bleeding in the fear of getting caught. It was a lot. It was intoxicating. You were high on exhaustion and crazy with the dead-end future looming above you, you were light headed with repressed lust and drunk on the power of getting into Kino’s bed unharmed. That’s the only way you can explain what you did next.

You carefully grabbed Kino’s hand and slowly guided it lower, down the plane of your belly, and when he did not withdraw, giving his silent consent, you pushed it under the waistband of your uniform and between your legs. 

The moment he touched you, albeit lightly at first, you let out a whimper. Your reaction was immediately met with his other hand flying to press against your mouth, shushing you. Now that his palm was silencing you, he started to part your folds and you felt his long exhale against your nape when he found you already dripping. He cupped your cunt with his whole hand, the heat from his palm a shock of pleasure to your system. You had been so desperate for any form of relief that even the simple gesture was enough to send your head spinning.

With no further warning he coated the tip of his fingers in your wetness and started rubbing the bundle of nerves at the apex of your slit. He wasn’t gentle or cautious but you were too needy to care. The steady pressure of his rough skin against your clit was actually heaven. It felt so good, after weeks - months - of fear and no comfort, you could cry. 

You felt your orgasm built quickly, and so did he. The way you tensed up against him, he knew you were already close. It was risky to have this last any longer, because despite his hand firmly shut over your lips, the pathetic moans dying in your throat were still making enough noise that the other men would notice. Maybe some of them already understood what was going on. But, honestly, what could they do? Kino was of the highest rank in this room, and if he wanted to display who you belonged to, who would stop him?  

The simple yet twisted idea that the other inmates could hear you, that Kino did not care to show everyone you were his , that your body, your whole body, even the most secret parts of you belonged to him, had another wave of your slick drench his hand. He was now rock hard against your back, and you wished he would just rip down his pants and yours, and split you on his cock, fuck you into the matress until you cried, and keep going until he filled you up with his seed. It was a ridiculous fantasy because that would definitely wake up the whole dorm, and because there was no way you would risk getting pregnant in this hellhole. It was incredibly hot nonetheless. You imagined what it would feel like to be full of him, to clench on his girthy cock with each of his thrust. You yearned for his body on top of yours, to have him inside of you, to not have to repress your screams. 

Kino’s hand was still between your legs, pace unyielding. You were wet everywhere. Sweat on your back where you were stuck to Kino’s chest. Saliva on your lips under his palms, tears on your cheeks. Your own slick, catching in the short curls on your mound, down to your upper thighs. One more circle against your clit, and your whole body was trembling, on the brink of something fierce. Head buzzing, nails biting in the skin of Kino’s forearms - there would be half-moon red marks tomorrow for sure. 

You felt him groan behind you, felt it vibrate in your bones and then his voice impossibly low “Let go”. It was an order, but also a plea, like he was as keyed up as you. And it was enough to send you flying over the edge. You came harder than ever before, sobs of pleasure stuck behind your teeth, the fire of it burning through your veins. Kino holded you even closer, swallowing you whole, and kept touching you through the waves of your orgasm until you suddenly went boneless. It felt like a fever finally recessing, leaving you drained and sticky, and still slightly delirious. 

You knew you had to go back to your cell before the lights would turn on. But you were not ready yet to leave the comforting warmth of Kino’s body. He gently squeezed your arm and inhaled, ready to speak.  “I know” you whispered before he could say anything. “Just… five more minutes. Please.”

Kino said nothing. He just hugged you tighter, and you wondered if one day, in another life, on another planet, maybe, maybe you would be able to stay the night, until the light of day would wake you up and even after that.  One could dream. It was the last thing they could not take away from you.

#kino loy #star wars andor #andor series #andor #andy serkis #andy serkis fanfic #andy serkis imagine #kino loy fanfic #kino loy imagine #andor fanfiction #andor fanfic #kino loy x reader #kino loy x you #andor spoilers #reader insert #female reader #andor imagine

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Fantastic Four Vol 1 #301

Sun Feb 6 2022 [09:05 PM] Wack'd: I see the Four's child neglect is reaching comical, Rugrats-esque levels

[09:06 PM] Bocaj: I think he's just saying Z [09:06 PM] Wack'd: A dialogue bubble reading "Z", reminding one of the letter "Z" [09:06 PM] Bocaj: Ha [09:07 PM] Umbramatic: zed [09:07 PM] Wack'd: We open on a Franklin dream sequence, which the narrator explains to us is actually events that are happening elsewhere [09:07 PM] Wack'd: In this case, the Four having tracked down the Mad Thinker to his lair [09:09 PM] Wack'd: I feel like apart from Doom and Galactus, Bryne's run was actually fairly light on returning baddies, or at least when they did come back it was in ways that were kinda bonkers (i.e. Psycho-Man turning Sue into a racist cenobite) [09:09 PM] Wack'd: So it's weird to get two consecutive issues that remember Mad Thinker and Wizard exist [09:11 PM] Bocaj: The Wizard and the Mad Thinker? Wow. That's a real. Uh. That's a real package deal. [09:12 PM] maxwellelvis: I wonder if we'll see Andy again. [09:12 PM] maxwellelvis: Or if he'll just be forgotten until Dan Slott revives She-Hulk in the Aughts [09:12 PM] Wack'd: So the Four clear out the Mad Thinker's lair and lead in a SWAT team. They're here because Reed discovered evidence of the wedding of the shit that went down with the both of them and also Philip at the ceremony. Which. [09:12 PM] Wack'd: They're busting up this guy's lair for shit he didn't even get to do [09:12 PM] Wack'd: Thinker and Wizard planned to disrupt the ceremony and then got their asses kicked [09:12 PM] Umbramatic: oh nooooooooooooo [09:13 PM] Umbramatic: well. oh no for them [09:13 PM] Wack'd: Seems maybe kinda petty to get the cops involved I dunno [09:13 PM] Umbramatic: yeah [09:14 PM] Wack'd: Also Ben decides that Philip saving the wedding is evidence he approves of Johnny. I am very excited for Ben to reach a point with the Johnny/Alicia stuff where he's no longer completely insufferable about it [09:14 PM] Bocaj: Its gotta peter out eventually [09:15 PM] Umbramatic: when peter parker gets involved [09:15 PM] maxwellelvis: I'm sure by the time Ben gets a monster girlfriend [09:15 PM] Wack'd: A SWAT guy hits a control panel and triggers a whole mess of generic silver humanoid robots because all cops are just absolute bunglers and dinguses [09:15 PM] Wack'd: Fight fight fight [09:15 PM] maxwellelvis: Must have been Reynolds, the clumsy fuck [09:15 PM] maxwellelvis: Always getting in the Commander's way. [09:16 PM] Wack'd: While all this is happening Franklin is no longer just dreaming these events but astral projecting himself onto the scene and trying to avoid being spotted because he thinks it'd wig Reed and Sue out if they knew he could do this [09:17 PM] Bocaj: I still prefer it to god baby Franklin [09:17 PM] Umbramatic: well [09:18 PM] Wack'd: And speaking of astral projection, Mad Thinker has actually still been in jail this whole time! He just has an endless series of Thinkbots he can project his brain into, I guess. Kind of assumed that'd be a one-time trick last issue or at least he'd have to build another one after it got immolated [09:18 PM] Wack'd: He's very smug about the fact that since he's doing all this with the power of his mind there's no evidence in his cell that can pin crimes on him [09:19 PM] Wack'd: I'd argue if you want to not be caught doing crimes maybe don't make your proxy crime robot look exactly like you but whatever [09:20 PM] Wack'd: Thinker and the Wizard watch on a viewscreen as the Four do a fight scene, I guess from the Wizard's hideout, wherever that is [09:20 PM] maxwellelvis: Diablo's apartment [09:20 PM] Wack'd: Sure [09:21 PM] Bocaj: Supervillain roommates sounds like a good concept [09:21 PM] Umbramatic: It DOES [09:21 PM] Wack'd: Wizard spots Franklin on the viewscreen and is like "oooh, what if we kidnapped him" and Thinker is like, "uh, I'm not kidnapping a kid, fuck off, you weirdo" and remotely detonates the robot so I guess this is gonna be a Wizard solo mission [09:22 PM] Bocaj: Was it necessary to remotely detonate the robot? [09:22 PM] Wack'd: Probably not! [09:23 PM] Wack'd: So it turns out while Reed, Sue, Ben, and a buncha SWAT goons were busting up the Thinker's house, Johnny and Alicia are enjoying their honeymoon [09:24 PM] Bocaj: They're spending their time a lot more productively [09:24 PM] Wack'd: They're hiking, and Johnny needs to save Alicia from a rockslide [09:24 PM] Wack'd: Prompting Franklin--who's dream-spying on them now--to get jealous that everyone else gets to use their powers without it being a whole ordeal [09:24 PM] Bocaj: Jesus Franklin [09:25 PM] Bocaj: I guess he's always been a bit weird about his powers [09:25 PM] Wack'd: I think this is a fair perspective from a nebulously-prepubescent child who has no way of knowing how Children of the Corn he is from the perspective of everyone else [09:27 PM] Umbramatic: yeah fair [09:27 PM] maxwellelvis: Delayed realization: Could Xavier calling Franklin a pretender who made himself a Mutant because he wanted to think of himself as special be Slott doing his idea of a burn at Byrne? [09:28 PM] Wack'd: That's a fairly normal level of comics writer pettiness, yeah [09:28 PM] Wack'd: Wouldn't put it past him [09:28 PM] maxwellelvis: And like most such shots, it is fired decades after anyone else has cared about the issue. [09:28 PM] Wack'd: Maybe I'm fixating on the wrong thing but...what's Wyatt doing here without Jen? Does he just live here now? He's certainly making himself very much at home, putting his feet up on the furniture

[09:29 PM] maxwellelvis: Maybe he's looking after Johnny's stuff. [09:29 PM] Wack'd: Like I wouldn't object to Wyatt joining the Fantastic Four flatshare but it's making me realize that ever since his grandpa died and he moved to New York we've had basically no bead on what his whole deal is besides "dating Jen" [09:29 PM] Umbramatic: hm [09:32 PM] Wack'd: Franklin and Ben have a heart to heart

[09:32 PM] maxwellelvis: Oh hey, Ben's wearing the singlet! [09:33 PM] Bocaj: He just wanted to be a wrestler [09:33 PM] Wack'd: He had a full-body suit a couple of issues ago as part of his "I want to be covered up all the way because I'm so hideous" bit and the arms and legs got ripped off almost immediately [09:33 PM] Wack'd: So I guess he's just rolling with it [09:33 PM] maxwellelvis: And ditched the helmet [09:33 PM] Wack'd: What prompts this convo is he's contemplating bringing said helmet back [09:34 PM] maxwellelvis: Also, someone save the Franklin in panel 4, he'll drown! [09:34 PM] Wack'd: So the reason astral projecting Franklin went poof is that real Franklin woke up. In an experimental chamber in his dad's lab [09:35 PM] Bocaj: It be like that [09:35 PM] Umbramatic: f [09:35 PM] Wack'd: Reed was trying to turn his psychic powers back off. Ben storms in, gets pissed off, and immediately begins wrecking shop [09:35 PM] maxwellelvis: If we could isolate panel 4 of that page and blank out the text... [09:36 PM] Wack'd: AND IT ONLY TOOK TWENTY YEARS

[09:36 PM] Bocaj: Reed also be like that [09:37 PM] Wack'd: Franklin is much more panicked about everyone yelling and fighting than he is about all the gizmos his dad put on his head [09:38 PM] Wack'd: He wants to go see his friend Jarvis. Which. Jesus. He's been spending so much time being babysat by the Avengers and has so little other socialization that that’s his only friend [09:39 PM] Wack'd: Unfortunately a recent Avengers storyline has put Jarvis in the hospital but Ben volunteers to take him to go see him anyway [09:39 PM] maxwellelvis: No wonder he's so depressed as a teenager. [09:40 PM] Bocaj: I'm sure he hangs around the Power Pack too [09:40 PM] Bocaj: But they may have been cancelled by now [09:40 PM] maxwellelvis: @Bocaj That doesn't help [09:40 PM] Wack'd: "I'VE GOT IT! I'll wait for a member of the Fantastic Four, a team that famously owns a flying car and several jets, to hail a cab! I'm a genius!"

[09:41 PM] Umbramatic: brilliant [09:41 PM] maxwellelvis: It's ingenious when you consider there's only one member of the team who prefers cabs to flying. [09:41 PM] Wack'd: Yeah, the pilot [09:41 PM] Bocaj: Sometimes I feel like there's a sort of villain plot that only works because they read the script [09:42 PM] Wack'd: Yeah I'm thinking about what the Wizard would've done if Franklin hadn't needed to hail a cab that very night. Does he just spend months circling their block? [09:42 PM] maxwellelvis: He would [09:42 PM] maxwellelvis: and you know he would. [09:42 PM] Wack'd: Y'know what fair [09:42 PM] maxwellelvis: The Wizard is a sad, strange little man. [09:43 PM] Bocaj: I feel less bad for the time the Avengers bust into his house and kicked his ass now [09:43 PM] Bocaj: In fairness, it was after he broke out of jail [09:43 PM] Wack'd: "I've kidnapped the perfect member of the Fantastic Four to explain complicated scientific concepts to me"

[09:44 PM] Bocaj: "Explain everything you know about your mutant abilities" "Uh. They're abilities and mutant. I dream stuff sometimes. And I can go really fast without bringing myself along" "This is useless" [09:45 PM] Umbramatic: mmmmmm, serum [09:46 PM] maxwellelvis: "What secrets lie on the Fantastic Four's supercomputer?" "I don't know much about computers other than the one we got at my house, my moms put a couple games on there and--" [09:46 PM] Wack'd: So unfortunately the knockout gas and the truth serum are too much for Franklin and he can't wake up all the way, so Thinker turns his attention to brainwashing Ben with a fancy science helmet that narrative captions inform me are also a Lee/Kirby callback [09:47 PM] Wack'd: But as we've established just because Franklin's asleep doesn't mean he's useless [09:47 PM] Wack'd: Just, y'know, mostly

[09:47 PM] Wack'd: C'mon, this is the Marvel universe and you're a cop in NYC, you've seen weirder [09:47 PM] Umbramatic: slug child... [09:48 PM] Bocaj: That’s how Jack Powerpack used to look when he turned to gas [09:48 PM] maxwellelvis: Creepy [09:49 PM] Wack'd: *queer metaphor intensifies*

[09:50 PM] Bocaj: The one time Reed tries to hug his child, don't it figure [09:50 PM] Wack'd: Pfft [09:51 PM] Wack'd: So brainwashing Ben doesn't take. It's the same ol’ thing where seeing a loved one in danger immediately grinds mind control to a halt [09:51 PM] Wack'd: Wizard has a bad time [09:52 PM] Wack'd: scary sue

[09:54 PM] Bocaj: I like Reed just hauling him like a sack of potatoes [09:55 PM] Wack'd: And so Franklin is retrieved and Reed and Sue apologize for making him feel like he has to be scared of who he is, and say that from now on they'll figure out his powers together as a family [09:55 PM] Wack'd: So I give it, hm, maybe five issues before he gets forgotten again [09:55 PM] Umbramatic: aw

#1987 #Roger Stern #(plot) #Tom DeFalco #(script) #John Buscema #(pencils) #The Main Book

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SMITHSVILLE (CHAPTER 1)

   Jacob sat in the small jail cell, staring up at the ceiling, wondering how long he’s been in there for. An hour. Maybe two. It felt like forever. 

    He was lying on a small bed which he hoped didn’t have bed bugs because that would suck. He couldn’t say that it was the most uncomfortable bed but it wasn’t the most comfortable one either. 

    He tried to change positions but his arm screamed in pain and he winced. He sat up and held it. But then his ice pack fell off his face, exposing his dark black eye. He sighed heavily before taking in deep breaths. In and out. In and out. In…and out. He remembered Maddie teaching him how to control his anger by using breathing exercises. It honestly worked. 

    “Jacob,” Jacob looked up at Isaac, “Are you sure you don’t need to go to the hospital? I don’t want you complaining that you’re in pain later.” 

“I’m sure, sheriff. I probably just pulled a muscle or something.” Jacob said, avoiding Issac’s eyes. “Okay…but if you’re ever in pain, tell Milo to call me and I’ll take you to the hospital.” Issac said. Jacob nodded, still not meeting his eyes. 

    Silence. 

    “Is Milo almost here?” Jacob asked, breaking the silence. “I’m not sure, let me ask him.” Issac said, checking his phone. 

    Jacob got up, stretching his legs and stood against the bars of the cell. He didn’t understand why Issac always puts him into a cell. It wasn’t like he was going to try to escape. He never tried to all the times he was brought to the sheriff’s office. 

    “So, Milo said he had to get Evelyn since his bike got a flat tire.” The sheriff said. Ugh, great, Jacob thought. “They’re almost here, don’t worry.” “Alright, sheriff.” 

“Are you sure you don’t need another ice pack, Jacob? We have a lot of ice packs.” 

“I’m okay, sheriff, I really am.” 

“Your eye still looks really bad.” Issac said, walking up to the cell. “It’s fine. I’ll put a cucumber on it. That helped last time.” He said. 

    Silence.

    “Jacob, why do you get into fights with Mike’s gang?”

“I already told you. They threaten my friends.” “But do you think they’ll really do something?” 

“...I don’t know. But I don’t want to risk it.” 

    The doors then swung open and Milo walked in and shouted, “I AM HERE!” He then froze. “I didn’t interrupt anything…did I?”

“Of course not, Milo. I’ll be back, let me get the keys.” Issac said, walking towards the small room next to the cell.     Jacob looked at Milo who smiled at him. Issac came back and unlocked the cell, letting Jacob out. Jacob gave Issac the ice pack and looked at Milo. “C’mon, it’s game night, dude!” Milo said, already walking towards the door. “I’m going, I’m going.” Jacob said, walking after him. “You boys have fun.” Issac said. 

    “Jacob, one more thing.” Jacob stopped before exiting the building. He caught another ice pack from Issac. “Remember what I said.” He said. Jacob nodded, putting the ice pack to his eye and walked out. 

    “What he say?” Milo asked. “Same thing as last time.” Jacob sighed. “Anyways, you didn’t tell Maddie, right? She would kill me if she found out I got into another fight.” 

“So, I didn’t tell her but…”

    They both heard a honk. They turned and saw a familiar van parked in the small parking lot. Evelyn sat in the driver’s seat, shooting daggers through her eyes. “Evelyn told Maddie. She’s not with us but she does know.” “I am not getting into that van with her.” Jacob said, turning and walking into the opposite direction from Evelyn. Milo looked at Evelyn who was angrily gesturing for them to get in. 

    “Uh…Jacob?” Milo said, turning to Jacob but he was already halfway across the street. “Jacob, she’s not…that bad.” Milo shouted, running after him. He caught up to him and tried to convince him to ride with Evelyn. “It’s already sunset and you know Andy will kill all three of us if we stay out after dark.” 

“I can make it to Andy’s house if I run. I’ll be fine.” Jacob snapped. “She’s leaving the parking lot…and now she’s driving towards us.”

    Jacob turned and Evelyn was driving next to them. “And now she’s right next to us.” Milo said. “Jacob, just get in.”

“Evelyn, we can walk. Thanks.”

“You two better get in or I’m calling Maddie.”

    Jacob froze. He wondered whether it’s a good idea to call Maddie because she may take his side and yell at Evelyn or she’ll take Evelyn’s side and he’ll be dead. 

    He groaned. She’ll probably take Evelyn’s side since he did just get into a fight.

    The two climbed into the backseats of the van, Jacob avoiding Evelyn’s angry eyes. 

    “Sooooooo, did you guys hear that it’s legal to hunt unicorns in Michigan? Pretty weird, huh?” Milo said as he was crushed by the awkwardness. 

    Silence. 

    “It’s also legal to-” “Milo, not helping.” Evelyn said, through her teeth. Milo closed his mouth, looking at Jacob, who was feeling the same thing. 

    Jacob took in a deep breath. “Look, Evelyn, Mike and his gang were on the outskirts of town and they could have-”

    The van jerked to a stop, catching Milo and Jacob off guard. “Evelyn, what the hell! Are you trying to kill us?”

    Evelyn didn’t answer. “Evelyn?” Jacob asked. He scooted up to see Evelyn staring at something in the middle of the road. A small neon blue notebook. 

    “Evelyn, it’s a notebook. You’re not even going to run over it, it’s okay- Evelyn!” Jacob shouted as she jumped out to grab the notebook. Jacob and Milo exchanged confused looks. She picked it up and opened it to the first page. She gasped and looked at the two. Milo mouthed “what”. Evelyn looked at the notebook again before running back into the van. 

    “Evelyn, what is that? It’s just a wet notebook…” Jacob trailed off when she opened the sketchbook. Property of Elliot Allan. 

    Milo and Jacob stayed quiet for a while. Evelyn did a U-Turn and headed towards the main police department on the outskirts of Smithsville. 

    “But Elliot’s been gone for ten years.” Jacob said. “Milo, call Andy. Tell her that we’re heading to the police department and to meet us there.” Evelyn said. “ASAP.” She added.

#writers of wattpad #writers of tumblr #writing #oc story #rough draft #writer

[cockslutpadalecki]

Of Monsters And Men

Summary: When your husband is arrested, your ex Nick decides to break the news to you himself. 

Characters: Dark!Sheriff!Nick Fowler x F!Reader, (established) Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader.

Words: 2.6K.

Warnings: non-con/dub-con, jealousy, possessive!Nick, explicit sexual content, gun kink, female masturbation (at gunpoint), pussy spitting, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), forced orgasms, 18+.

A/N: My first time writing for Nick, please let me know your thoughts. Heavily inspired by this scene, thank you @rainbowkisses31​ for all that you do for us! Position inspired by this GIF. Beta: @princessmisery666​ but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. And many thanks to my pre-reader @navybrat817​ for your support and valued opinion!

It’s not like Ari to miss dinner. You call him numerous times while the girls get progressively more antsy, worrying when Daddy will be coming home. You keep promising that he’ll be back soon, “he must’ve got caught in traffic,” you tell them, but the more you try to convince them of the lie, the less you believe in it.

Ari is never late arriving home. And on the very rare occasion he is, he always calls. Your cell phone remains dark as you stare down at it, trying to swallow down the enchiladas you made, but all you can taste is cardboard.

You bathe and put the girls to bed, reassuring them that wherever Daddy is, he’s thinking of them and loves them both very much. They seem sated as you kiss them goodnight, but it just puts you further on edge. Where on earth could he be?

You reach the bottom stair just as a knock raps heavily on the front door, your heart leaping into your chest. Rushing over, you hurry to open it, trying to ignore the small thread of doubt in your mind knowing it can’t be Ari. He has a key.

It’s not Ari.

The man standing on your porch confirms it.

Stony crystalline eyes stare you down as your shoulders sag under the implications of what this means.

“Nick, sorry,” you say before clearing your throat to correct yourself, “Sheriff Fowler, what can I do for you?”

“Mr. Levinson home?”

You narrow your eyes and cross your arms over your chest. “No,” comes your curt reply. “But why do I get the feeling you’ve come to tell me you already know where he is?”

“I felt like you deserved to be told this in person,” he explains. “He was arrested this afternoon for his involvement in the distribution of Class A drugs, not to mention countless murders that have been committed under his authority.”

The words don’t shock you. In fact, you’ve been expecting this for years considering your husband’s business, but it doesn’t mean the sharp stab of pain to your heart hurts any less.

“I suppose I had better call his lawyer then.”

“Mr. Barber is already at the precinct briefing his client,” Nick interjects formally. You can tell he’s enjoying this from the way his lips twitch, daring to form a smile.

Relief washes over you a little. Knowing Andy as well as you do, you know he’ll do whatever it takes to get Ari released, even if it does take a little longer than usual. Murder charges are pretty fucking serious.

“Can I speak to him?” you ask quietly.

“He’ll get his phone call in due course, but for now just sit tight, yeah?”

“Thank you, Sheriff. I appreciate the heads up.”

“C’mon, I think we’re a little beyond formalities, don’t you think?” he smiles wide.

You return it with a small one of your own. “Thank you, Nick.”

For a minute you both stand in silence before Nick starts sniffing the air, edging closer to the threshold of the house. “Mm, what smells so good?”

“Oh, I made enchiladas for dinner.”

“Ah, yeah,” he nods, reminiscent. “You always did make the best.” His stomach grumbles at that and he laughs softly. “Sorry.”

“Would you—” you start before suddenly thinking better of it, only to convince yourself that it’s okay. “Would you like some? I have leftovers.” You let out a little laugh, trying to ease the unease in your voice.

You only have leftovers because Ari is sitting in a jail cell right now.

Nick’s face instantly lights up at your invitation. “That’d be great.”

-

As you walk into the kitchen, Nick following close behind, the house feels claustrophobic despite its vastness. You don’t know how to talk to him in a casual capacity anymore, that bridge burned many years ago when you chose Ari over him.

You always knew of Ari’s shady past, even back when you first met him, but it never put you off. He didn’t allow you into the business— “the less you know the better,” he would say, but true to his word, that business never spilled over into your home life. Another of Ari’s promises. One that he didn’t break until tonight.

In all the years you’ve been his partner, his wife— no harm has ever come to you or your daughters. Ari would burn the city to the ground if that ever happened. 

Nick whistles as you head towards the refrigerator. “Wow, two ovens? You know you have a big house when you need two of those.”

“I guess,” you shrug, turning to flash him a brief, curt smile. “Never really thought about it like that.”

“‘Spose it must be tough keeping this giant house tidy and being a full time mom while your husband is gone,” he adds when you turn back to grab the plate of food. You wince at his words, not impressed by the way he’s boldly insinuating Ari won’t be coming back.

You avoid his avid stare as you make your way over to the microwave oven, hands shaky. “Angela, my housekeeper, helps a lot.”

“A big ol’ mansion and a housekeeper? Gotta say I’m impressed he can afford all this on a measly mechanic’s salary.” 

He’s fishing now. Trying to get you to slip up. You freeze, trying not to lose your cool, and silently rebuke yourself, knowing this is all your doing by foolishly letting him into your home. 

You decide not to humour him, instead changing the subject and offering him a beer. 

“I better not, seeing as I’m on duty and all,” he smiles, but it doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You nod in understanding, hurriedly searching around the kitchen for something to distract you from the awkwardness. You turn away from him, settling on watching the microwave as the numbers tick down and the cheese bubbling as it rotates.

It’s too silent, the only noise is the dull hum of the microwave oven as you warm up the remaining enchiladas. Ari’s dinner. The thought nips at your heart and you suddenly feel like you're doing something deceitful. 

What would he think if he knew you let your ex into the house? your mind cruelly taunts, but the voice of reason— Ari’s voice— cuts through it. You do what you have to, Dove, to keep our family safe.

“Where are the girls?” Nick mentions softly, finally breaking the tension in the room.

“Oh, um, they’re sleeping.” 

Selfishly, you want to go and wake them up just so you don’t have to be alone with him. There would’ve been a time during your past that the food in the oven would’ve been long forgotten as Nick ate you up for dinner. 

You remember when just his greeting smile made you preen and aroused, but as it were, things changed dramatically and now his presence makes you anxious. 

The sharp ping of the microwave tugs you from your reverie. You blink a few times and rush to pull the steaming plate out.

“How long do you intend to keep Ari in custody?” you ask over your shoulder, quickly grabbing some cutlery from the drawer. Turning on your heel, you spin around and run straight into Nick. “Oh,” you awkwardly add with a laugh.

When did he get so close?

“Unfortunately as long as it takes.” He stares down at you, lip caught between his teeth. “They’re some pretty serious charges.”

“It’s a good thing my husband is innocent then,” you smile sweetly.

Nick’s jaw tightens at your words. “We both know that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

“I don’t know what you could possibly be insinuating.”

At that, he grabs your wrist and twists it sharply causing the plate to fall to the floor, smashing into a mess of hot cheese and porcelain.

“He doesn’t deserve you, never has,” Nick spits harshly, pulling you tight against him.

“And you did?”

“I treated you like a damn queen, and look how you repay me. Marrying yourself off to a fucking criminal.”

“Despite what you may think, Ari is a good man,” you explain, your voice shaky. “Now let go of me.”

Instead, Nick pushes you backwards until you collide with the countertop behind you, slamming his hand over your mouth to prevent a scream from escaping.

“Ssh, you don’t wanna wake the girls, do you?” he soothes, your heart turning to ice at the mention of them. You try to speak from behind his palm, but the words are far too muffled to be coherent.

Slowly he lifts his hand, allowing you to repeat it.

“What’re you doing?” you whisper, hot tears springing into your eyes.

“Even that fancy lawyer of yours is gonna have trouble getting him back home to you,” Nick tells you with a sneer. “I can make those charges go away in an instant.”

“How?”

“It’s so easy to lose evidence these days, even easier to destroy it by mistake.”

The magnitude of his words truly sinks in. “You would do that for him?”

“Not for him,” he practically spits, “for you.”

“And what do you want from me in return?”

The glint in his eye makes your stomach roll with nausea. You know exactly what he wants. You need no verbal response as he shoves his hand between your legs, the skirt of your sundress bunching up around his wrist. 

Running his thumb over your clothed clit, your hips cant towards the contact, desperate for more friction. 

“Still an eager little kitten, aren’t you?” Nick teases, his breath hot on your cheek. 

Kitten.

You haven’t heard that name in so long. Jaw clenching, you stare daggers at him, no longer influenced or swayed by the cute little pet name he gave you all those years ago. You’re actually a little insulted that he thinks it would work. That you would instantly take everything back and profess your love for him instead of Ari. 

“No? Don’t like that anymore? What does he call you, hm?”

“Don’t you dare mention Ari,” you snap and everything happens in an instant. Your fingers curl around the knife still laying on the countertop as your other hand rushes to grip his wrist, halting his ministrations. 

At the same time, Nick’s hold at the nape of your neck falters, disappearing beneath his suit jacket before it reappears and the cold barrel of his gun presses up underneath your chin. 

“Drop it, kitten,” he urges, forcing your head back. Your grip only tightens and his eyes flicker towards the weapon now aimed at his ribs.

Nick shakes his head with a small tut, pushing the gun harder into your skin. “Stop tryin’ to figure a way outta this, and do as you’re told.” 

With the release of a deep breath, you let go of the knife and it clatters to the floor. The revolver remains beneath your jaw. Nick overpowers your grip on his wrist, and peels your soaked panties to the side, sliding two fingers straight into your velvet heat. 

“Mm,” he hums, delighted, “pussy’s just as greedy as I remember.”

Shame blooms beneath your cheeks as he drags them out before plunging them back in again, making you whimper. He regards with his deep blue stare, tongue resting heavily on his bottom lip. 

He remembers every detail of your body like he touched you only yesterday. You hate it. You hate how he remembers to curl his fingers upwards, massaging that sweet spot inside you that has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. You hate how he presses his thumb to your clit, running it in a perfect oval shape over the pulsing bead. 

“Look at you, gun to your head while you drip all ‘round my fingers,” Nick muses with a wide smirk. “Some things never change, huh?” 

You glare at him briefly before squeezing your eyes shut, not wanting to see the look on his smug face as you come. 

“Oh yes, that’s it, that’s the kitten I remember.” You can hear the sheer elation in his voice before you see it etched in his features when you finally open your eyes. 

The gun drops to his side as he pulls his fingers free, bringing them to his lips and sucks down deeply. “Hm, wish I had the time to taste you properly. You always did love it when I ate your little cunt out, didn’t you?” 

You stiffen against him. “Look, you got what you came for-”

Nick cuts you off sharply. “Far from it kitten, I’m not leaving until you’re coming around my cock.” 

He grabs your upper arm, his grip pinching as he roughly tugs you over to the kitchen table. Foolishly, you try to fight him but he aims the gun straight at your forehead. 

“Don’t care who you are, I won’t hesitate to blow your fuckin’ brains out.” 

The threat forces you to comply. He urges you to lay back, legs spread. Placing the gun out of reach, he steps in between your thighs and pushes your dress up around your waist, giving a little satisfied hum at the mess of your panties. 

“No point you keepin’ these now kitten, I better look after them for you,” Nick smirks, pulling the material down your legs and shoves them into his pocket. He shrugs off his jacket, taking the time to roll up his shirt sleeves as he stares down at your bare sex. 

Hastily fingering open his belt buckle, he reaches into his slacks, and pulls his thick cock free. He runs the tip through your swollen pussy lips, gathering up slick before he spits on your cunt. The warmth of his saliva dribbles down your clit until he wipes it away with his throbbing length. 

Nick pushes into you in one bruising thrust, shunting you halfway up the table. He fucks you with reckless abandon from the start, tugging you back onto his cock with deep, chest-rumbling grunts. 

You bite down on your lower lip to stifle the whimpers swirling around on your tongue, but some still manage to escape despite your best efforts.

“C’mon kitten, let me hear you.” 

Nick lifts your leg, moving to place it over the other. Your body twists as you shift onto your side, your flesh rippling as he fucks into you harder. He yanks down the front of your dress to reveal your breasts and tweaks your pebbling nipple between his thumb and index. The disparity in angle and depth makes a shriek rip from your throat, the sound disgusting you. 

“That’s more like it.” 

Your eyes burn with tears and hurriedly, you close them, not wanting to give Nick the satisfaction of knowing this is getting to you. They spring open when you hear the low vibrations of your cell buzzing along the counter. 

Ari. 

“Guess your husband finally got his phone call,” he taunts with a little laugh, snapping his hips a little harder as he grabs the back of your head, pulling you up onto your elbows. He presses his forehead to yours as the buzzing continues, but the hard slaps of skin on skin quickly drowns it out. By the time Nick slows down, the rest of the house remains quiet. “Should be our daughters upstairs sleeping, not his.”

The sound of the landline jolts life into you, but all you can do is remain in Nick’s grasp as it rings and rings. Finally it stops and the answering machine kicks in. 

You can’t stop the tears from coming when you hear Ari’s voice echo through the kitchen. 

“Dove, I’m sorry I haven’t called sooner, I’m in a bit of trouble but it’s nothing Andy can’t fix. Everything is gonna be okay. Kiss my girls for me, alright? I’ll be home soon. But you gotta promise me one thing,” there’s a beat where he sucks in a deep breath, “if that fucking Sheriff shows up, you don’t let him i—”

The machine clicks, cutting him off and Nick chuckles darkly. 

“Shame his warning comes a little late, huh?” 

***

ALL SS: @chamberofsloths​ @imanuglywombat​ @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay​ @jensenswinchester​ @la-cey​ @livstilinski​ @ladydmalfoy​ @otomefromtheheart​ @starlightcrystalline​ @sharp-cheekbones-locked​ @saiyanprincessswanie​ @sunwardsss​ @threeminutesoflife​ @xoxonotme​​

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#nick fowler #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler fanfiction #sebastian stan fanfiction #the 355 fanfiction

[unfortunate-brat]

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢." 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢𝚜, 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚞𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜. " 𝙼𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑, 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚛 𝙸'𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝. 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙸 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚎."

There’s something about female villains that intrigue me. It’s never caused by simple things like many believe, it takes more than one bad day to make such a big change in your morals and take on such a role. In movies, female villains are one dimensional, often portrayed to make you hate them and love the hero, but what if we flipped the tides?

I want you to illustrate a villain that’s just more than her tragedy, someone who uses her wits to get anything done, someone with more dimensions and if you wanna throw it in there, a killer backstory. I want your fic to make me hate the hero and love the villain. Keep reading if you’re interested in more.

How Will This Work?

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Choose a prompt below and if you’re feeling a little more inspired take a look at the challenge playlist, pick a song and make a fic from it !! Make sure to name which song you used so I can listen while I read !!

Playlist for this Challenge found here !!

The Rules;

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Two blogs per prompt, I will add more if many join. I made each one up so it might take a lil while. Send me an ask with your chosen character + prompt !!

Minors are NOT allowed to participate. Neither are blogs without any indication that they’re an adult being on their bio.

I have squicks which will prevent me from reading your entry if they include scat, assplay, anal, nipple clamps, knife play, blood play, machoism, priest!kink, choking, piss kink, incest, pet play, suicide. 

THERE IS NO DEADLINE

TAG YOUR FIC ACCORDINGLY; PLACE PROPER WARNINGS; DARK!FICS ARE WELCOME.

Almost any AU’s allowed (ask if you’re not sure), yandere too

A/b/o is also allowed

Since this includes reader, it’s reader x character only, no ship pairings !!

Each fic MUST include a villain!reader, not the other way around. 

Each fic MUST include angst of some kind, remember this is centered around a villain!reader

Remember to add hashtag #She Wants Revenge Challenge within first 5 tags of your fic !!

If I have not reblogged it, dm it to me after 24 hours !!

Just changed the rule to allow RPF, as of 9/14/21 since it’s an AU which should be okay. Wasn’t sure at first.

PROMPTS:

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" Quite the contrary amigo, I don't dabble in heroism."

"I told you, this wasn't going to work out like the movies."

" You see?? You're just like me, fighting a never ending battle of someone's cruel game."

" I'm not a pawn, bitch I'm the Queen."

"What's yours is mine. always."                                                   ​

"Aww, are you done with your little speech about honor?" @romancherry​

"Boring, enough hero monologue."

“You’re so stupid.”

“I’m going to fucking ruin you.” @slothspaghettiwrites​ ​

“ I don’t want to be saved, I just wanted respect.” @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone​

“ Corruption works both ways.” @sparkledfirecracker​

“You’re a fool if you think you can fix me.”

“Sweetheart, I thought this was a man’s world? I thought you knew that by now.”

“Shame, I don’t have time to fuck and kill you now.”

“See you in Hell bastard.” @specialk-18​

“A one man army? I’m flattered.”

“Lemme guess, you’re gonna wear spandex to fight me? Try denim.”

“Throw the first punch then, show me you’re worth antagonizing.”

“ Does this jail cell come with you in a maid’s costume serving me food on Fridays?”

“Honestly, I could steal a coffin.”

“You don’t forget the past, it’s the stepping stone for your revenge silly.”

“Look I appreciate the offer but I don’t screw heroes sexually, however non sexually is a whole other ball park.”

CHARACTERS ( RPF ALLOWED FOR THOSE LISTED ONLY):

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Chris Evans Characters (Andy Barber, Ari Levinson, Mr. Frezzy, Ransom Drysdale, Steve Rogers, Curtis Everett, Johnny Storm, Colin Shea and Jake Jensen)

Jensen Ackles Characters (Dean Winchester, Deanmon, Michael!Dean, Bruce Wayne/Batman, Red Hood)

Danneel Ackles characters (Rachel Gatina and Anael)

Ben Barnes Characters (Billy Russo and General Kirigan)

Pedro Pascal Character (Javier Pena, Agent Whiskey )

Jeffery Dean Morgan Characters (John Winchester and Negan)

Michael B. Jordan (Kilmonger)

Poison Ivy

Ursula

#She Wants Revenge Challenge #Yas hosts a challenge !!

[joemerl]

"Francis Home for Teenage Werewolves”?

So, if you remember my Julycanthropy story from last year, this is the novel that it spun off from. The premise is that in this world, werewolves are real, everybody knows it, and new werewolves are legally required to go to a facility where they learn to not kill people every night. 

I was really excited about this idea for a week or two, but it petered out after 25 pages. I definitely want to return to it one day, but I’ll need to change a lot. Particularly the protagonist, who’s not very interesting. 

I’m supposed to post a snippet, right? Wow, the first chapter is kind of a mess. Let’s find something readable. 

She reached into her drawer and took out three pamphlets, handing one to each of us. It showed a handsome brick building and had the heading Francis Home for Teenage Boys: the state’s top adolescent treatment center for lycanthropy. 

“Does this really have to be today?” Mom repeated weakly. “It’s just—Andrew hasn’t even had time to say goodbye to our other children.”

“We’re required to transport him there as soon as possible. I suggest that you two go home, pack his things, and then come to help him settle in. Bring your other children along, if you like. Read the pamphlet, it says that you can visit whenever you want. And he can bring just about anything—cell phones, computers. Again, this isn’t meant as a punishment; it’s more like going to the hospital.”

“But I don’t really have a choice about going, do I?”

Ms. Blum gave a wan smile. “If you have a problem that requires a hospital visit, why wouldn’t you choose to go?”

I’ve always hated hospitals. I had to stay in one for three weeks when I was a little kid. But I did like the idea of being...well, not like I’d been the night before. 

“How long am I going to be there?”

A split-second hesitation. “Until you have adequate control of your condition.”

“The way that you say that makes it sound like a long time.”

“As I said, the results vary from person to person. Some people only need to stay for a few weeks. Most likely it will be a few months.”

“A few months?! But—I can’t just disappear for months! What about my friends?! What about school?! I’ll have to repeat a grade if I miss that much!”

“The facility has its own classes. Again, I know this is difficult,” she said, speaking up before I could protest more. “But I’m sorry to tell you, we really don’t have a choice here. The law requires that we register you as a werewolf, and that means that we have to find you a safe place to shift by tonight. So it’s either the Francis Home, or a jail cell.” 

I collapsed into my chair. I felt like I had been slapped. Despite her calm tone, Ms. Blum was confirming what I’d secretly feared—I was no longer safe. Pretending that I was normal would put other people at risk. 

Mom said, “Are you really so sure that he’s a—danger to anyone? Andrew is such a good boy, even if—”

“Mom, I ate a dog.” 

Beat. “I know, Andy, but that wasn’t your fault.” 

“But I still did it. I mean, I don’t want to go to this place, especially not for months, but...I also don’t want to eat any more dogs. Or people.”

Mom and Dad exchanged a look. I looked down at the pamphlet anxiously. 

“I’ll draw up the paperwork,” Ms. Blum said. “There’s a lot to do to get Andrew ready for tonight.”

#WIP meme #Werewolf #Werewolves #Home for Teenage Werewolves

[laryna6]

Kyosuke/Andy or Kyosuke/Minamoto: If you had to change the pairing’s very first meeting, how would you change it?

Kyousuke/Andy’s first meeting actually went pretty well: Kyousuke was LOL and had fellow feeling for an esper caught up in normal plots like his young self.

Kyousuke/Minamoto’s first meeting was a disaster. Minamoto was introduced by Kiritsugu, during Kyousuke’s unjust imprisonment, cementing him as part of the normal oppressive establishment (that murders espers, as he would murder the Queen), and Kyousuke immediately tried to make him reveal his yandere by making him jealous causing Minamoto go go ‘wtf it’s a pedo.’ 

I’ve been thinking of better first meetings with Nemi: ones that don’t involve things already being AU are the one where Kyousuke was brought in to change people’s memories of the Carrie incident so Carrie and Sakaki could still get degrees (leading to Minamoto being able to stay in the US despite assaulting gov’t personnel), so he’d see Minamoto when he’s not already part of the Establishment/helping an esper at a cost to himself/being hit on by someone physically older than him and clearly not having the social skills to do shit about this unwanted thing (Sakaki HALP) - so like, clearly not grooming this person the way Saotome did him.

Arrange a first meeting that can jar Kyousuke out of his preconceptions and they’d get along like a house on fire.

Another one was ‘memories weren’t wiped so Minamoto and Sakaki lost their student visas,’ leading to 16yo Minamoto wrangling 6yo The Children (with a lot of physically picking them up when not cooperating and also so Aoi can pretend to fly like Kaoru). The girls demand stories! And homemade bento! Minamoto is still taller than Kyousuke due to better nutrition but not being an adult = less of a Saotome reminder. The specific intro scene had Minamoto actually opening the Major’s cell to shove the girls in so he could go try to repair the jail’s main ECM to keep the prisoners from escaping w/o the literal children following him and Sakaki and trying to fight convicts. (Shiho has her taser, Minamoto trusts in her 100% willingness to zap a theoretically-depowered Major if he tries anything so it’s much safer than the alternative). 

Prioritizing esper safety over using espers as tools is already pretty non-Saotome, and then seeing ‘Kou-ni’ worriedly yell at the girls re. nap time while being powerless when they demand the same storybook in a row multiple times helping establish the fact that this isn’t some master manipulator. 

There’s also the one where Minamoto got the impression BABEL supported the shock collars and showed up at PANDRA with the girls as the only place they’d be save (as Level 7s) from an actual nation state when Level 7s aren’t allowed to emigrate from countries. Screwing up his future career path for the sake of espers is very non-Saotome ofc.

#zettai karen children #kyogre-blue

[lokilickedme]

Excerpt from next week’s chapter of The Department:

(Author’s note: This is the one thing I could think of doing to help in some tiny way, aside from donating to the legal aid funds for the jailed protesters - if you can do that please do, the links are easy to find in search)

"It's been brought to my attention that Minneapolis PD want some of our specialists to come help out with crowd control and escalation.  Including our explosives expert."  He shot a pointed look at Creeley.  "Cree?"

The giant shrugged dismissively.  "I'll go.  But it'll be the Minneapolis PD I lob grenades at."

“I didn’t hear you say that.  Go.”

"I want to go."

Everyone turned and looked at Andy.

"No, and that's final.  Don't ask again."

"But - "

"Andy if I let you go you're gonna jump into the front lines, and then tomorrow morning your face is on the news and by tomorrow afternoon you're dead.  Stay in that cell, you're not going anywhere."

"But Chief - "

"That's my final word."

We could hear Creeley whooping like a wildman as he kicked open the door at the end of the hallway where the munitions were stored.  It was an odd feeling, but I was actually a little bit worried about the guy.  "He's gonna get killed."

"He'll take out about forty cops and a third of the National Guard before he goes down.  Don't worry about it."  Chief winked at me, and for the first time since my arrival I saw what actually looked like professional resolve and determination on his handsome face.  It was hot, not gonna lie.  I shook my head and tried not to let it show that I wanted to jump his bones right there in the middle of the station lobby in front of Cade and Andy while Cree sang loudly about things that go boom and leave craters.

"I can't believe a Chief of Police is sending his best men into a riot situation to assist the rioters.  This is a first for me."

"Yeah, well...technically this department doesn't exist, so..."  He shrugged, and it was every bit as blithely dismissive as any shrug Creeley ever threw out.  It was obvious they'd spent a lot of time around each other.  "They requested my men. I'm complying."

Cade snickered as he caught the flack jacket Kevin tossed him and turned to follow the big man out.  I leaned back on Sarah’s desk and stared at Chief, not even trying to stop the smile I could feel spreading across my face.

"You beautiful man."

#The Department

[cinaed]

Red vs Blue Season 3 Rewatch

Slowly making my way through my DVD collection of Red vs Blue!

"You can't die! I'm bored!" Donut is so ruthless in the earlier seasons and I love it. 

We really needed more Tex and Sheila girltime, talking about gender inequality and workplace harassment. 

Simmons actually calling himself Simmons 2.0 manages to be both hilarious and sad.

Yes, Sarge and Caboose team up! Season 3 has some of my favorite odd couples, and Sarge and Caboose is one of my favorites. Sarge being furious that Doc has a higher body count than he does, Caboose's dedication to nap time. 

I love Caboose's moral boost! He's great at compliments even if Sarge doesn't appreciate them. 

I know these zealots were like a mostly one-off joke, but also like...they could be a creepy potential experiment in making soldiers that can't die, which I wouldn't put past anyone in the Halo universe. 

I love the blame game of who came up with the plan that ended up with everyone scattered across the galaxy. Sarge: "My only choice is to blame Grif, for coming up with such a flawed plan. Stupid, stupid Grif." Grif: "I should have never listened to Donut's stupid fucking plan." 

Church and Grif in jail is one of my all-time favorite things. 

Simmons is such a tech savvy guy, reworking the teleporters to make them communication devices as well! He just wants some love and support.

Caboose getting angry. I mean, who wouldn't get angry at kittens with spikes that you couldn't cuddle?

"Simmons, you get an F in efficiency. But I have to give you an A+ in dramatic timing."

I do love O'Malley and Doc's dynamic. The Do Not Call list!

I love Tex's half-truths about the Freelancers. 

Also love Sarge calling Caboose a little rascal and Simmons just seething with jealousy. And he's also jealous about Donut! 

Church: There's no "I" in team, Grif. Grif: Yeah, there's no "U" either. So I guess if I'm not on the team, and you're not on the team, nobody's on the God damn team. The team sucks!

I may or may not quote that to myself on a weekly basis. 

Again, just Church and Grif together in that prison cell is sheer perfection. As is Church going "Wait, the people outside sound like they're winning, that can't be our teams."

Tucker likes Sheila so much! And she packed them food! Well, the AI equivalent of food, but it's the thought that counts! Just the sheer affection in Tucker's voice as he promises her they'll be back gave me emotions. 

And another good moment of Simmons being the one to suggest they track down Grif, because no one else was going to. 

In retrospect, Grif has clearly watched some prison pornos. Like... Buddy.

Wyoming calling Tex Allison has so many interesting implications. 

Simmons re-engineers stuff, Sarge makes a weather control device. Where's the AU where Sarge is a mad scientist.

Simmons asking Grif if he's okay after prison. Just loving the slow build of friendship between them.

Also big parallels of Church's "Misery loves company" and his willingness to let the bomb blow them all up together to later seasons stuff.

I still love that everyone's go-to explanation for stuff is "time travel."

Donut is too thin-skinned about criticism for his play. He'd never survive on Broadway, lol. But I love everything about the time travel show.

How is Tucker the smartest person in this group? But also Tucker being so worried about Church. I am having a lot of Tucker feelings this season. 

I love Grif's devotion to cheesy disaster movies. 

Caboose: Look what I found. Donut: I found it! Caboose: Look at what I took credit for finding.

Poor Donut! A grenade to the head and now his hand got chopped up.

Grif: Hey, what're you doing? Simmons: What does it look like I'm doing, I'm getting in the jeep. Grif: What're we, on a date? Get in the back. Simmons: Oh you're so insecure.

I would've watched an entire season of Doc and O'Malley and Lopez's Lair Improvements. And when Doc mentions a real estate agent all I can think of is an AU where Doc meets Kai because she's running her business on the side while in the military. But also Doc's motivational powers in the living room, O'Malley's belief that the cat won't hang on until Friday, it's great.

The iconic jeep conversation is still good now as it was back then. Re-enacting Dukes of Hazzard! "I can tell you what we weren't doing." 

Grif's mind immediately going to gay stuff as a favor from Tex. Between this and his prison conversation with Church, someone is protesting way too much.

Sarge's plans are so amazingly terrible. I love them.

Grif getting choked up over hating Blue Team and Tucker and missing the days where they all just stood around and talked a lot.

Tex sounding genuinely concerned when Tucker falls into the hall. Luckily he gets a cool sword out of it!

Tex's conversation with Simmons about shooting Lopez's head is a great example of an eloquent helmet look. Tex doesn't even say a word and you can feel the disbelief and rage when Simmons implies she may have missed.

Church: Caboose, I know you're there. I'm leaving this message from two thousand years in the past. Whatever you do, don't, touch, anything. Apparently you're this culture's version of the apocalypse. You're going to destroy this building, and somehow bring about doom for their entire race. Caboose: Mmmmmmnooo... that doesn't sound like me. I like people. And buildings also.

Time for some actual time travel or at least a simulation. But I do love Butch Flowers, haha. Whose greatest enemy is apathy! Love watching Church just make his own life worse. Also love the bit about Sheila having been made in Mexico. 

"Man... First I kill myself, then I realise I'm a honkin' dork. Not a very good day to be me."

Church: I learned a very valuable lesson in my travels, Tucker. No matter how bad things might seem- Caboose: They could be worse. Church: Nope, no matter how bad they seem, they can't be any better, and they can't be any worse, because that's the way things fucking are, and you better get used to it Nancy. Quit yer bitching.

Grif and Simmons and Sarge talking about the Blues, and Simmons saying he's not looking for friends and doesn't like his current crop AKA he just accidentally admitted Grif is his friend. Grif just didn't realize it.

Between the warthog and monkeying about discussions, Church and Grif really are on the same wavelength. 

I love the scheming versus plotting conversation.

Ugh, the arrival of Andy. I hate him so much.

Haha, Simmons lying about his math skills is great.

Uuuugh, Andy. :/ Freckles is SUCH a step up as Caboose's AI murder buddy.

"Do we really have to seize destiny? Can't we just invite it to join our online circle of friends?"

I love Lopez's little rebellion-- he might be under O'Malley's control, but he's also going to sabotage O'Malley as much as possible. And tricking O'Malley into insulting himself in Spanish.

I really forgot that Tex straight up tried to steal Tucker's sword. 

Military law is very clear in regard to the "not it" methodology for making decisions. Sorry, Donut. 

I forgot that Donut can speak Spanish. In fairness, so did the show. 

Hello, Crunchbite! 

Next up, the PSAs! 

Some of these have aged poorly... Like, uh, jokes about 2004 politics do not land well in 2020. And uh jokes about colds and flus. ...Okay, the Christmas PSA where Church destroys the Reds' Christmas tree, tells Caboose the truth about Santa Claus, gives everyone knock-off coal, convinces Church that Santa is now wearing blue and working only for the Blues, and scams Tucker out of a $350 gift is pretty funny though.  

I enjoyed Burnie playing himself in the outtakes by putting words he can't pronounce in his own script. And Grif singing Happy Birthday to Church in prison. Also poor Geoff being told to adlib and immediately having Grif start to tell Church "You're looking buff, man, have you been working--" and being immediately booed by everyone, and someone says they'll use it for an outtake and Geoff is like "It's funny! And I didn't even get to finish!" And everyone trying to figure out Tucker's sword and him accidentally killing everyone in various outtakes. And in the deleted scenes Tex keeps making fun of O'Malley's plans to rule the universe, haha. Also the deleted scene that's just another Simmons' self-insert fanfiction, just as a video instead of a fake game in the Fan Guide.

It also gave us character profiles! I'm sure a lot of this has since been contradicted in canon, but interesting that we got specific hometowns for a few people: Donut in Leggatt Plains, Iowa, which doesn't seem to be a real place; Moscow, Iowa for Sarge, which actually does; Tucker's from Detroit, and Delta Commune for Doc. Oh, is this where we get Caboose grew up on the moon, with his hometown being labeled as Low G Colony, Moon? And hey, I always had him be a middle child, I like that this one did too. Tex likes money and scars and dislikes Donut. Okay I know that's definitely not real, but the idea of Allison growing up in an orphanage hurts me a little. Okay, and I know for sure that Simmons would die of happiness at the fact that Sarge's likes are battles, fringe science, and Simmons. Lopez likes oil and unions, and hates capitalism. My kind of guy. Last but not least, I actually really like Simmons as the son of a bunch of right-hand stooges (who probably wanted power for themselves).

#Red vs Blue #rvb rewatch #long post

[spoiler1001]

The Pinelands was a country with a history that no one seemed to care to remember. It was once a proud land with many city-states, but pride overtook them and they betrayed each other, legging the skeletons of the buildings to rot. The society's fall gave way to people banding together under one country with a name. No one can remember the name, so they call it The Pinelands, just a network of communities. There were borders for the network, they weren't enforced, sure there were guards but creatures callosum through sometimes. It was extremely sandy and dry to the east and west, with mountains breaking the desert and leafing to a river in the south. The communities were settled on flatlands and forests.

Inns and bars made plenty of money, due to constant traveling between communes. That also led to beer and spirit related mischief.

Dawn made her way by each empty cell, she was one of fiendish blood. Her eyes were solid black, harsh against her red skin. She wore her black hair in a bun, with bangs. She was wearing a dress made from hides, with the front of the skirt cut away, exposing pants underneath, while mimicking a long coat closed around the chest. She finally stopped in front of a cell with someone in it.

"Hello there." She sighed. The man smiled. He was very tall for the cell, having to duck to not hit the ceiling. He had gray thick, curly hair. His eyes were bright, with white-gray irises. He wore dusty leather armor with brass trimming.

"What exactly are you here for?" Dawn whispered to him.

"He got busted for pickpocketing. Do keep your distance." A deep feminine voice rang out. Dawn turned to face a woman of similarly fiendish descent. Her horns grew close to her face, looping to form spirals over her cheeks. She wore thin chain mail armor, stopping above her knees. She had an obvious dagger stapled to her thigh, an axe strapped to her waist, along with a whip.

Her skin was a faded gray, almost blue or violet. Her eyes were solid gold. Her hair was a pixie cut. It was white, with no hints of curls. She had a friendly smile on her face. Fangs peeked over her bottom lip.

Dawn looked back over the tall leather-clad man and took a step away from him.

"Oh."

"So what brings you here?" The other woman asked.

"I was here to ask if the people doomed to the gallows have anything to confess. Maybe I can soothe their souls." Dawn whispered.

"No one is due for that today." The man in the cell whispered.

"But it is a nice thing to do. I'm Merias." She shook Dawn's hand.

Opening the cell, Merias gestured towards the tall guy.

"Andrea. Pleased to meet you." He bowed in greeting.

"I'm Dawn," The red tiefling nodded.

"Well, it's lovely to meet you, Dawn. Andy and I have oranges to eat as payment for a job well done." Merias grinned and walked away.

Andrea and Merias made their way to the inn where two yellow, not at all ripe oranges.

"Wonderful." Merias scoffed, grabbing one of the fruits."

"I mean I did get caught." Andrea sighed.

"But you grabbing the note from that guy's pocket stopped a poisoning." Merias pouted.

"Which is why I had to only spend a night there." Andrea shrugged.

A moment of silence passed between the two. They peeled the fruit, causing the smell to feel the air. Purple looked over at them, jealousy running cold in their veins. They took a bite of the fruit, a second passed, then two. Merias spit it out, groaning. Andrea frowned at the flavor but kept eating.

"My Jaw is hurting now." She complained, grabbing another slice. Andrea grabbed her hand.

"Don't put yourself through this. We can put it in our water." He sighed.

"You say that now, but as soon as we're halfway to the next community…" Merias sighed.

"That's it? You do a job and you're gone by the next day?" A voice rang out. The two of them liked over to see a half-elven guard. He had white hair and solid white eyes, showing off a Drow heritage, but so do alot of people in the Pinelands.

"That is how I can get paid. Do you have another job lined up for me?" She looked up at him.

"Not me, but my captain. We're short-staffed and creatures are… leaking through the southern river. They're attacking the fish and fishermen." The guard looked at Merias. 

She just smirked and leaned forward. "And you want us to… what? Kill them?" She asked. 

"These kinds of creatures are your specialty." The guard scoffed. "For some reason, these things seem to fall to you more easily." 

"I got it. We'll take care of it." She nodded and the guard walked away. 

"I couldn't get a read on him." Andrea sighed. 

"He's bullshitting." Merias sighed. "I'll call our friend in the shadows." 

"Think she'll have something on the guard?" Andre raised an eyebrow.

"Maybe she can help us deal with the monsters. Invite that girl from jail. Maybe she'll want in as well." Merias ran her fingers over her hair. 

"Why me?" 

"You're charming and she seems lost right now." Merias shrugged. 

"I'll talk to Penny. You ask Dawn if she's interested in monster hunting." Andrea chuckled. 

"Alright. Maybe she'll find me charming." Merias sighed.

"Sounds like a plan." 

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Dawn was at a bar, easing congealed wheat with spices in it. She was fiddling with a small metal object. It was engraved with a language of… somewhere. It was not of this region. 

"So, I'm leaving for the southern river. There are some monsters. Maybe you want to help?" Merias asked, appearing next to her. 

"What kind of monsters?" Dawn asked. 

"Probably undead." 

"That's one of the worst kinds." Dawn nodded. "Why me though?" 

"Because you seem like you have nowhere to go and it's safer to be in a group while figuring that out." Merias shrugged. 

"What do you get out of me joining your duo?" 

Merias laughed. "It's gonna be a whole team. I get someone new to travel with. You'll be great." 

"I could be a killer." 

"Not a dealbreaker." 

"And pay?" Dawn slipped her token back into her pocket. 

"Split evenly between all of us." Merias smiled. 

"One job to see how it works out, then we'll see." Dawn nodded. 

"Great. Pack your bags." Merias smile and walked away.

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Andrea made his way to a dark alleyway. He was out of sight. There was a smell of smoke and bile in the air, making every breath burned. He could see very well, but there was something about the area. 

"Who do you want to laden about?" A low voice asked. It was rough, more rasp than voice. 

"Penny." Andrea smiled and turned around. 

Penny was thin with the skin tone of a cadaver. Her eyes were bright blue, seeming to glow against her skin tone. 

"Merias and I are building a team for-" 

"Ah… Hell beasts in the South." Penny smiled. It was a happy and excited smile. "I do want in." 

"That makes it seem like you're already packed." Andrea straightened his armor. 

"I am. I will see you when it's time to leave." Penny skipped back into the shadows.

"Oh. Alright then." Andrea nodded and went to pack.

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Dawn looked down at her bag. She was ready to go. She played with her token. The wind blew despite no moving air. If she closed her eyes she could feel something run down her arm and wrap between her fingers. She opened her eyes and the air stilled. She took a deep breath and left the room.

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Penny sat next to her bag, wrapping herself in furs. She felt off in the furs. They were warm, and that's what mattered. Maybe she'll try skins and leathers next. 

She stood up and made her way to the meeting point, her ear to the chatter around her.

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Andrea read over his old school books. He missed teaching in that village. It was fulfilling to teach children how to spell and read. When the plague hit…

He strapped his weapons to himself. He was this now. Bounty hunting is something new. Maybe he can retire and teach again. 

He sighed… maybe this will be the last mission. He needed to retire anyway. He steadied himself for a moment, before leaving to meet the others to go. 

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Merias put her best armor on. It shone brightly. She looked over her dagger. There was an engraving on it. Overcoming. Merias smiled. The last thing her mother gave her. It was the last thing anyone gave her. 

Merits sheathed her blade. It was time to go. She stood up, taking a deep breath. She made her way to the group. The new adventure began.

#dnd campaign #pinelands campaign #origional character #tw alcohol #tw war mention #tw war

[whirlybirdwhat]

A sentence for the sentence game: A group of first mates is called a Torment.

A group of first mates is called a Torment.

The guard certainly feels tormented, so the name is pretty accurate. Which admiral managed to catch all three of the top supernovas first mates, because this guard (hence forth dubbed Andy) is going to have words with him.

(Or maybe not.)

He is also going have words with the warden for putting them all in the same cell aisle with the first mates from the Fire Tank Pirates and the Hawkins pirates.

Andy is never going to know rest again.

“Uh, guys, Are we sure –“ the bear starts for the fifteenth time, only to be cut off by the Vito guy from the Fire Tanks.

“SHUT UP! We’re in the Impel Down  Prison Barge! you dumbass! There’s no way anyone’s getting us!”

“How did you manage to get caught, anyway?” Faust (the first mate of the Hawkins pirates had been polite enough to introduce himself) asked, ignoring the trouble.

“Well, there was this old lady right? And she had this drink, see, and she ALSO had this sword, which I wanted to look at, only the old lady was actually that admiral chick, and I lost her but all the islands moved so I wound up here. Walls are Sea Stone, which I can’t cut yet, so I’m just waiting till Luffy pops up.” The swordsman, the only one entirely calm about this, says, before settling down for a nap.

“Kidd will be here before then.” The massacre soldier says, before turning to the guard. “But I intend on getting out before then.”

The swordsman’s eye pops open. “Aye? Well then – Guard guy, give me my swords.”

What.

“What?” the guy – Zoro right? He’s from the straw hats, isn’t he? – must be kidding.

��You deaf or something? Give me my swords. There's a white one and two black ones, be careful with them or I’ll throw you overboard.”

“Can I have my blades as well?” Killer chimes in.

“You – you people are in cells. To Impel Down. You have no right to make demands! You can’t ask for weapons!” Andy wants a raise.

“So what? We’re gonna be out of there before then anyway, Luffy’s already broken out of – wait.” The Swordsman starts counting down under his breath. “Twenty jail cells? And he doesn’t take kindly to people leaving his crew. He’ll be back. This happens a lot.”

Andy feels like he’s being talked to as if he is a tiny child. Least Zoro’s calm.

“What, you getting lost?” Damnit Fire Tank guy. Maybe if Andy acts small they will ignore him.

“SHUT UP DAMN YOU!”

“Hey mink, can’t you electrocute us out of here?” Killer asks, mask looking between the polar bear and Faust.

“Oh. I can.” Bepo, (that’s the bear's name right?) says and kicks the door’s mechanics. Faust blinks and does the same.

Andy is not getting a raise.

The two break the others out of their cells while Andy just meekly clings to his spear.

No raise at all.

Zoro claps him on his back on the way out. “Try piracy. It’s better than this.”

Andy thinks he rather go back to being a farmer, thank you very much.

A group of first mates is called a Torment, he thinks deliriously before he faints, And I have been tormented indeed.

(At least it wasn’t the captains.)

#dfjhsgkslk this was fun lol I didn't know where I was going with it but like!!! heck yeah #op #one piece #zoro #roronoa zoro #bepo #faust #vito #killer #whirlywhat #whirlywrites #whirlyanswers #anon #opfic #fanfiction