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theresa-draws · 6 months
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here's my entry for anthem of the broken kenobi zine! @kenobizine
thank you kenobi zine mods for organising this after the end of the kenobi series!
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zzizzigom · 3 years
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Fun | Bucky x Fem!Reader
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Characters: Bucky Barnes x Avenger Fem!Reader (2nd person p.o.v but no Y/N use) Genre/Warning(s): no warnings, minor fluff Length: 1.8k words Summary: in which you've joined Sam and Bucky on their mission and have ended up at Sharon's home in Madripoor. AO3 Link
A/N: I haven't written something in AGES, and this isn't anything particularly special but it's something I was able to finish and that's a relief for me right now. If you read it, I hope it brings at least a little joy to your day:)
Apologies for any typos I may have missed while editing.
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You stood at the bar, drink in hand, as you people watched. The overall vibe of Sharon’s house-turned-club was jovial. You’d caught glimpses of Sharon speaking to buyers, tablet in hand. You didn’t know how she got any type of business done in this environment but, looking at the state of the mansion and the fact she has it all to herself, it seemed to be working just fine for her.
From the corner of your eye you caught sight of a figure sauntering towards you. Your gaze dragged to the man and watched with barely hidden contempt as he smirked. As soon as he came within earshot you met his gaze. “Turn around. You don’t want me.”
His eyes went blank and the smirk fell off his face. His voice was monotone and heavy as he repeated, “I don’t want you.”
Then he spun on his heel and walked back the way he came. You watched for a moment, only turning away when he shook his head clearing away the compulsion. Lifting your champagne flute to your lips, you catch sight of Zemo circling the dance floor. Surprisingly, he’s bobbing his head to the music and you almost laugh. You figured Zemo would’ve preferred a classical piece or maybe some type of orchestral villain theme song.
Your eyes linger for a moment, the usual suspicion settling on your shoulders but when he continues to just bob to the beat you figure it’s fine. Next to you, someone plops down on the empty stool and you turn readying the command to leave you alone. It dies on your tongue when you catch sight of Sam.
“You watching Zemo, too?”
“Yeah. But unless his killer dance moves are actually murderous, I think we’ll be fine.”
Sam snorts and takes the drink the bartender hands him. “Anything from Sharon yet?”
“Nope. She’s still doing her rounds.” You sigh and then move in for another sip only to find your glass empty. Setting it down on the bar top, you turn away from it. If you’re expected to be going straight to Nagel’s hideout after this you don’t want to have too much.
“I saw you turn that guy away,” Sam commented.
“Okay.” Years ago someone pointing out you using your abilities would’ve brought you shame and guilt. But now it no longer bothered you…too much.
“If Zemo can seemingly have fun for a little bit, so can you.”
You scoff and cut him a glance. “Sam, that man looked ready to spike my drink the first chance he got.”
“Okay, maybe not with him, but you can loosen up a little bit. You’re over here looking ready to slit a throat.”
Grinning, you shake your head. “What about you?”
“Oh, I’m having fun. In fact, this is my leave because I was in the middle of telling a story to some criminals.”
Laughter bubbles out of your mouth, “Don’t get too friendly.” Sam nudges your arm with his elbow and steps away. You see him join a group and you can’t hear what he says to them but you do hear some of their laughter over the music.
Rolling your neck to loosen some of the tension, you turn to the bar again. Screw it. One more won’t hurt. You catch the bartender’s eye from where he stands and point to your glass. He nods and starts to pour another one. Once your new drink is in hand you decide that while you may not need to have “fun” you don’t need to stand in the same spot the whole night.
You take your time moving through the crowd, careful to keep dancing people from bumping into your drink. The top Sharon lent you is a smooth ivory colored silk and the last thing you want to do is return it damp.
Finding the art displays, you move through the lit up cases. The music is still loud, but in the tucked away corner it’s not as deafening. A few other people lingered at paintings and artifacts but none paid you any mind. You pause at a painting you vaguely recognize but you don’t know enough about the art world to name the piece or the artist.
It’s a beautiful painting, the way the soft colors mesh together brings a small calm to you. You feel the presence of someone standing behind you, and with it brings the new swooping feeling in your chest, but before you can do anything a familiar voice speaks, “This one is worth $10 million.”
You give a low whistle and take a sip of your drink. You don’t think you’ve ever had that much money in your life. Looking over your shoulder, you find Bucky looking at the painting with his hands in his pockets. His shoulders are a little stiff and his jaw is tense. His brow is mildly puckered and though his eyes come back to look at the painting, they dart off as if still surveying the room. You imagine this is how you looked to Sam standing at the bar. Lips quirking you nod at him. “Modern day night life not doing it for you?”
Bucky only gives a soft grunt.
You continue, “What? Bucky Barnes didn’t get down back in his day? You said you liked 40's music, right? I could make the DJ switch it up for you.”
The looks he shoots you is exasperated and mildly annoyed. You can’t help but add. “Believe it or not but I can do a mean swing step. You wouldn’t be alone out there.”
“You’re being annoying.” Despite his words you catch the faint smile and mirth in his eyes.
“Ah, ah! I saw a smile!” When Bucky only continues to stare you give him a shrug. “I’m taking the brooding silence as confirmation.”
You start to move on to the next painting, expecting him to turn the other way but instead he moves with you. You didn’t want to dwell on it (a.k.a get your hopes up about it), but you noticed him doing that more and more. As you take in the old looking necklace in front of you, you catch sight of Zemo through the glass case. He’s now in the middle of the dance floor…dancing…
You laugh a little and give a shake your head. Bucky seems to follow your gaze and you hear another grunt from him.
“I could’ve gone my whole life without seeing him dance.”
“You know, if Zemo can have fun, so can you.” You use Sam’s earlier words to you. Hopefully that doesn’t make you a hypocrite.
Bucky is quiet and you don’t think too much about it, starting to get used to it. Moving on from the necklace, you take in another painting. This one is not your favorite, the harsh lines and odd colors bring a mildly confused frown to your face. Your head tilts as you continue to study the piece. Behind you, Bucky says, “I am having fun.”
Without looking at him you reply, “Are you?”
“Yes.” This finally pulls your attention and you turn to meet his eyes. “I think you’re fun.”
Bucky takes his hands out of his pockets and starts to fidget with the cuff links on his borrowed jacket. You can't quite tell if he's telling the truth, or just saying that to make sure you don't feel awkward. However, you know enough about Bucky to know that if he didn’t want to be talking to you he would’ve left, or he wouldn’t even have spoken to you in the first place so he must be telling the truth. At your silence, he drops his hands and clears his throat.
“Are you having fun?”
You pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you think about it. Bucky’s face gives nothing away as he waits your answer. Part of you wants to open up your senses and let your powers read his emotions but you stop yourself. Instead you think about the past few days and the situation you’re in. When you practically forced yourself onto the airplane with Bucky and Sam, you figured it would only be for one mission, something to get the sudden need for danger and adventure out of your system.
You never imagined it would’ve brought you to breaking out a criminal from prison and then ending up at a former colleague’s illegal art dealership, and you couldn’t imagine where it’d lead you from here. And yet despite the ups and downs this adventure has brought to your little group…
“I suppose I am having fun,” you finally reply. You can’t stop from adding, “It’s been…fun learning more about you and Sam. We’ve all fought together before, but I never really took the time to get to know either of you. It’s been nice, all things considered.”
There’s quiet between the two of you. The song has shifted into a new melody, this one just as pounding as the last but it doesn’t seem as if either of you are paying attention to it. You give a soft laugh and down the rest of your champagne. “Sorry. That was more than you asked for.”
“Don’t apologize,” Bucky responds. He steps a bit closer. “I agree. I kept my circle to Steve and, against my will, Sam—“ he pauses when you give a quick laugh “—Even during the whole Accords stuff, I didn’t really interact with the team and then I went off to Wakanda. It’s nice to have another person to talk to.”
Movement behind Bucky catches your attention and your eyes are pulled from his soft expression. Behind him, Sam approaches looking around at all the art pieces. “Figure I’d check in on the dark and brooding duo.”
“You just checked on me,” you shot back.
“Well, I’m checking on you again. I lost sight of Sharon.”
“She’ll find us when she’s ready,” Bucky replied. He heaved a sigh and shoved his hands back into his pockets.
You nod your agreement but before you can say anything Zemo’s voice carries through the room as he steps up next to you. “Well, I will admit this has been quite entertaining but I’m ready to get a move on.”
“We were just talking about that.” Sam turned to the necklace you’d been looking at earlier. “As nice as all this art stuff is I’m getting antsy.”
Everyone falls into silence and through your senses you can feel that everyone agrees. You think about telling everyone to split up and find Sharon to ask if she’s found anything but soon she steps around a display case.
“Hey, guys, I got something. Let’s go.”
Zemo steps around you and him and Sam follow after her immediately. Setting your glass down on a nearby table you turn and find Bucky waiting for you. “Ready for this?”
Giving a sure nod you move past him and after a moment you can sense him take up the rear.
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darling-i-read-it · 4 years
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Mukozuke
2x05
Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham 
Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist
Word Count: 2k
Warnings: spoilers for hannibal, murder, mental health problems, jail, dead bodies, cancer, talks of suicide
Author’s Note: I really went ham with hannibal this episode despite thinking that I would do the exact opposite so the dynamics are getting really fun I’m not gonna lie to y’all. The next two episodes I’ve written are lit though so be ready for that!
I used some direct quotes from the script so some things may seem familiar 
Official Episode Summary : When Will assists with a profile he reveals the Chesapeake Ripper and the Copycat Killer are the same person. Will asks Freddie Lounds to help him contact his admirer, and Alana becomes suspicious of Will.
I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director 
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“You have to eat something, Jack. You’ve been up all night. Feed the body, feed the mind.” Hannibal walked into the dining room with a plate of clams that he had made for Jack. It had been a long night and he couldn’t help but notice that you hadn’t stopped by. However that was better for the events that he was doing last night, along with helping Jack through this trying time in his life.
Jack looked down at the food and thought about what to do with it. He didn’t start to eat it, instead he looked up at Hannibal.
“She knew she couldn’t beat the cancer, so she was going to beat it to the finish line. One way or another, she was going to win,” Jack murmured. He walked alongside the table.
“One way or another, she will. All you can do is hope she finds more reasons to live than not to,” Hannibal said quietly in a strange mix of pride and despair for the situation. 
“I can’t blame her for wanting to control how she dies,” Jack said quietly.
“I believe those who can no longer function at an acceptable level have the right to die,” Hannibal said solemnly.
“She cast you in the role of executioner. She wanted you to let her die. I’m grateful you didn’t,” Jack admitted. He struggled with these emotions as he tried to keep them at bay before Hannibal.
“As a doctor, I had no choice. As a philosopher, I had too many. It wasn’t what I could do for Bella, it was what I couldn’t do to you. I’m a better friend than therapist,” Hannibal said between bites of breakfast. 
“You’re a great friend,” Jack said quietly. Jack walked to the edge of the table and saw a robe there that wasn’t Hannibals. Eager to change the subject from something so dim, despite the fact it plagued his every thought, he brought it up. “Who’s is this?” Jack picked it up and then put it back down, walking back to the head of the table where Hannibal sat.
“Y/N’s.”
“Y/N Graham?” Hannibal chewed bitterly on his bite.
“They’re not married. And I don’t assume she would take his last name either,” Hannibal explained.
“What was she doing here?” 
“Resting. The house brings back memories she would care to forget for the moment.” Jack nodded stiffly but it was clear his mind was wandering. Hannibal didn’t exactly stop his thoughts.
Jack sat down to eat breakfast.
-
You looked in the mirror. You were trying to figure out if you should go see Hannibal. If you should confront him about the whole cannibalism thing that Will was going on about that you were pretty sure he was right about. You could stay home, contemplate the fact that you had likely eaten a person. Or maybe just think of the fact you had killed a person for sure.
The phone rang. You picked it up on the first ring out of habit as you put down your hair brush. 
“Hello?”
There was a long pause and you weren’t sure what to think of it. Your mind had finally caught up with your hands which had picked up the call thinking nothing of it. 
“I have trouble telling you this over the phone or talking to you one on one period,” Jack Crawford started. You raised an eyebrow at yourself in the mirror and leaned against the bathroom counter. Your mind jumped to the worse.
“Is Will okay?” you asked, voice weak. 
“He’s fine.” You let out a breath of relief.
“Good that’s good. What is it then?” There was another pause. 
“I know Beverly and you were friends. She was just found dead this morning by Freddie Lounds.” Your breath caught in your throat. You and Bev didn’t know each other that well but you had always been friendly. In fact, she was usually on your side about Will. You couldn’t help but wonder if Hannibal had something to do with this. “That’s not all.” 
“Oh?”
“Will wants to see her body in person. He’s coming to the observatory now.” You tapped your toe on the bathroom floor.
“And?”
“If you were to show up I wouldn’t exactly kick you out.” You nodded.
“You know what Jack, maybe you aren’t as bad as I thought.”
“Don’t hold your breath.”
-
When you pulled up to the observatory mostly everyone was already there. You got out of the car and approached the crime scene tape. Someone started to stop you and then when they noticed who you were stepped aside eagerly. You supposed that having the reputation as the girlfriend of the Cheaspeake Ripper was getting around. 
You saw Will be wheeled into the observatory and you caught Jack’s eye. He nodded at you and you nodded back. You saw Freddie Lounds standing outside, taking pictures of Will but you didn’t have the energy to fight her. It was going to get out either way. 
You walked into the observatory and Beverly was there, sliced into different pieces. The room was empty except her, Jack, you and Will. You walked up and stood beside Jack as he started to take the restraints off of Will.
Will turned to you.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, voice raspy.
“Jack asked me to come. In so many words,” you said with a small smile. Jack stood between you and Will but Will was glad you were there. He wasn’t sure if he could do this one. If it was who he thought it was that killed Beverly this was going to be very close to home. 
Will pushed past Jack and hugged you. 
He hadn’t hugged you in so long. It felt like a breath of fresh air to both of you. His curls felt better against your face than anything you had ever felt. You let him go after a moment and gave him a nod of encouragement.
Jack watched the two of you and he saw the numbness leave Will’s eyes for a moment. Just the two of you and Jack knew that you truly believed Will hadn’t done anything bad in his life. 
Will stepped forward and started to do his thing while you and Jack stood in silence. 
-
You sat across the table from Will.
“This is the privacy room,” Will said simply.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” 
“I mean Chilton can’t hear us.” You gave him a look.
“Will you’re in cuffs. Although I can’t say I’ve never though-” “Not like that,” he said with a small smile on his face. “I mean I can really talk to you and you can tell me exactly what happened in that judges room,” Will said. You were surprised to hear that. You didn’t want to talk about it. In fact you wanted to forget about it entirely. 
“You first,” you muttered.
“I talked to Gideon.” 
“You what?” 
“And I’m giving Freddie rights to my story so that she can send the person who killed the bailiff a message.” 
“Will Graham!” You shook your head. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“It’s all going to make sense. I think,” Will explained. You stared at him, hard. “Are you going to talk to Hannibal?” he questioned.
“You’re asking a lot of me right now,” you said through a small laugh. “I don’t know.” Will tried to reach your hand but the cuffs stopped him. You met him halfway.
“You know he killed Beverly,” he said quietly so the guards wouldn’t hear. “I can’t...let that happen to you.” You nodded.
“It won’t.”
You weren’t sure how you knew that. But you weren’t going to let it happen.
-
You stepped into Hannibal’s office. He was sitting at his desk, reading on his tablet. He looked up, surprised to see you.
“How have you been?” he asked as you walked inside. You stared at Hannibal and wondered if you should confront him. Perhaps it would be better to pretend you didn’t know. But you did know. And that was a problem your mind couldn’t overcome.
“As well as can be expected,” you said honestly.
“Did you sleep well?” You swallowed hard and shrugged. Hannibal noticed the way you were acting immediately. He may not know you as well as Will but he knew body language better than both of you. “Are you alright?” 
You nodded and walked over to the table. You sat on top of it and had a sudden sense of dejavu of having sat there during Will’s sessions. That felt like a lifetime ago.
“I’m fine,” you promised. “I was wondering if I could come back to work.” He let out a surprised sigh. 
“Do you think that’s the best idea?” 
“I want to. I need something to do.” He nodded simply.
“I suppose. If you want to.” 
“I want to,” you said quietly. 
Hannibal gave you a look and you gave him one back. It wasn’t that hard to forget that he was a supposed cannibal murderer.
-
You were sitting in Hannibal’s office alone when Alana and Jack burst in. You raised an eyebrow, surprised. First day back and Jack Crawford was already coming to bother you.
“Is Hannibal here?” Alana asked.
“No he’s swimming. Why?” They shared a look and you stood up from where you were sitting, trying to focus on work. 
“Do you know where?”
“Yes.” 
“Take us. Now.”
-
You ran into the pool where Hannibal worked out. You were worried out of your mind. Alana explained to you in the car that Will had sent the killer of the bailiff to kill Hannibal and it was too much to unpack in the moment of worry that you were going through. 
You couldn’t believe Will would do that but if he was angry enough he must have. You should have seen it when you went to see him. You should have seen it and done something about it. 
You ran to the back door and Jack swung it open but you were in front of him. You didn’t have any weapons or anything, all you had was your foolproof worry. 
Your eyes landed on Hannibal who was teetering back and forth on a bucket. You gasped and Jack ran in front of you.
“He’s got a gun!” Hannibal yelled, choking on the noose his neck was tied around. Before you knew it Jack had shot the guard but the guard kicked the bucket Hannibal was standing on. You screamed and ran over, quickly trying to take Hannibal’s weight so that he could breath. 
“Call the cops!” Jack yelled at Alana as he walked over. Jack reached up and took the noose off of Hannibal so he fell on top of you. You sat up and looked him over quickly for any immediate injuries. 
Hannibal looked in your eyes and knew that you had been worried beyond belief and despite the fact Will had sent someone to kill him you were worried about Hannibal. You put your hand on his cheek, worriedly looking him up and down and Hannibal couldn’t help but smile weakly.
2x06
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Blood, tears and sea breeze
Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.
Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.
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Chapter 13: Let's have a drink
"This one is on the house love" a handsome bartender said placing a full martini cup in front of the girl who, for a brief moment, seemed very angry at him, but immediately gave him a smile and he just walked away.
"Did she take it?" A young man said nervous on the bar gazing at the woman as she took a sip from the drink. He had been looking at her all night until the bartender offered a little help.
It was as crowded as usual but he had guessed correctly that the girl was alone, and she had ordered only one beer that was already finished, maybe a college girl overwhelmed with papers, she could use some fun, specially looking so bloody good.
"Relax mate!" He said with a grin in his face "After one special drink from Mike, any girl you want would be more than happy to go home with you" He gave the man an affectionate pat on the shoulder, he look like a simple guy, to shy to talk to the girl, and maybe if he chicken out, he thought remembering the woman legs, he could have his fun that night, but suddenly the guy's face turned somber and serious.
"Did you get that agent Harford? Are you coming home with me?" He said pressing a small button on his ear.
"Well I think I have a piece of shit to interrogate, so I'll pass" the beautiful girl had approach the bar without him noticing and the people around her were now looking. She had her martini glass in one hand and a little plastic circle with a bright pink line in the other.
Mike froze for a second, just long enough for the guy to stand up with handcuffs on his hands, was he that tall all along? He tried to run pushing customers aside but a strong pain in his leg stop him, the woman, officer, hit him on the calf with her police baton.
"That's on the house love" she said and people start running away in fear when the door opened and two other officers, Mike remind he saw them earlier that week, came inside and help him stand up so his partner could put the handcuffs on him.
"Well done Katie" Miller said once Mike Bolzano was safely sited in the police car. "This guys can't see a woman alone and not act like pricks, but at least this time we were expecting it"
"Thank you" She said and now she felt self conscious about how revealing her clothes were.
"Here have this" The young agent Derek Ramos said and gave her a police jacket and gave her a shy smile that didn't go unnoticed to Miller.
"Well we are going to take this fine man to the station, I want your report at my desk tomorrow DC Ramos" Miller said and then she add innocently "Have Katie help you, she is quite diligent for that"
"What was that about?" Alec said, he had been listening while guarding their suspect who was suspiciously calmed in the back of the car.
"I will tell you when you're older" She smiled and he rolled his eyes at her, it had been five days since they have learned about the assault to Y/N and after questioning Bolzano he had denied everything. So Harford suggested a honey trap, to his and other officers concern but it had payed off.
"Remind me Miller" He startedonce they have him on the interrogation room, the remove the handcuffs and were sited in front of him "What is the time for spiking drinks?".
"I'm pretty sure is up to 10 years, specially if someone suffers for any form of assault after" She say offering the man a cup of coffee.
"While Perverting the course of justice can get you life in prison" Alec said searching in his notes.
"I didn't pervert shit" Mike said, not angry just annoyed by their presence "You have nothing on me, and as soon as my lawyer gets here this is going to be over"
"Well that's where you are wrong sir, you'll see," Miller sitted next to Hardy and took out a tablet that he knew was from his office at the bar "Now that we know something wrong may be happening in you establishment we are granted to check all the evidence we require. Would you like to rethink your statement from earlier about the Saturday night and the attack on Y/N Y/L/N"
"Girl couldn't handle her booze, is not my fault some bloke wanted to take a piece, also she was being a whore" he said fully knowing that what was on the laptop will be his end but not wanting to gave them anything yet.
"Do you really think this woman..." Hardy put out a picture of the teacher, a bright smile in a summer dress surrounded by children "How do you called her a whore?" Miller could see him tens his fists under the table but his expression didn't change "Do you think any jury is going to believe you, and not consider you as guilty as the man who attacked her? before I formally arrest you for Perverting the course of justice, is anything you want to tell us, or should we found it ourselves?"
Mike remained silent, he was actually thinking about the problem and his stupid lawyer was nowhere to be found yet, but he was given precise instructions about what he can and cannot say so he finally took a sip of the coffee and speak.
"I didn't lay a finger on your precious teacher here" he started pointing the picture and Miller restrained herself to hold Alec on his site, but he was calmed. "I don't know who did it either, every month or so I get a package of this" He took a small box from his pocket filled with green pills, "I sell them to desperate guys or losers that can't talk to girls, I'm not proud of it, but most of the time the girls were already drunk this just make them less picky"
"Did you sell one the night of April 6th?" Miller said ignoring how disgusting he was.
"No, the day before, some girl came to the bar on Friday night and then the next night I saw that girl completely wasted walking out with some guy to the parking lot".
"A woman bought the pill?" Hardy asked astonished"
"Women are creeps too, don't be sexist" Mike said and tried to laugh for a moment but Hardy cold expression stopped him. "Yes, a nice looking woman, red hair and brown eyes" there like DiCaprio he thought, and he couldn't resist to add something else to the script "Quite bossy if you ask me, but nice red lips"
Do you know her name, or the guy that Y/N went out with?" Alec said, but he was sure they wouldn't get much more out of him.
"No, just another dude, although it surprised me that he have done anything to her, he was no that ugly if you ask me" he said and then a knock on the door stop his words "About bloody time!" He said once his lawyer entered the room. But Hardy couldn't care less.
"Now what?" Miller asked once they were at his office trying to access to Mike's computer "Do you think he is telling the truth?"
"Of course not, but we can let this affect our current investigation" he said and he went to fish for something on his jacket, "Also there was something strange about Ashley Langford" he said putting a napkin with a kiss on it and a phone number.
"What is strange? That a woman may be interested in you? She may be mental for that but I don't see anything wrong" Ellie tried to laugh, but he was visibly uncomfortable with the situation.
They have walked inside her deli three days before, it was pretty empty considering Y/N had said she was very successful, she was behind the counter, with her beautiful hair held on a messy bun, and for a moment the business woman she remembered was hard to see, until the moment she spoke to them.
"I already talk to the other officer, I'm happy to help but at least you could tell me about Y/N state, I haven hear from her in more than a week now and I know she is not right" Something about her concerns seemed to elaborate, but maybe it was just the fact that Miller was doubting about everything and everyone now.
"Miss Y/L/N is fine, she is staying in a secure location, for her own good until we found out who murdered her fiance" Alec said, and suddenly actual sadness could be read on her face. "Right now we are focusing on the weeks that lead to Jonathan Norbury's dead. We have been told that you often went out together, and that Mr Norbury didn't like that his fiance was exposed to alcohol, do you know why?" She was giving him an intense look but he didn't notice.
"Y/N has panic attacks, sometimes she blacks out completely, it has been like that since we were little. I lived with her family when my parents throw me out, so I learned to take care of her, and Jonathan, well he simply wanted to put her on a bubble, and a couple weeks ago something bad happened... I know we should have called the police but ..." she looked nervous and started destroying a napkin in her fingers. "She was... I can't even say it... someone raped her" her eyes began to get wet and she took another napkin to clean her view.
"Please take your time, and tell us what you remember" Ellie said holding her hand reassuringly.
"I lost track of time, I was dancing and when I came back to the table she was gone, I called Jonathan, and we start looking for her, then we thought that maybe she was on the car, and we saw the door was open, someone was running out a tall man, I didn't saw his face, but when we see inside she was... undressed and unconcious, Jonathan tried to look for the guy but we chose to take her home, and when she came back she didn't remember a thing" she said and tears went down her face again. "I was glad she didn't remember so I just slip a morning after pill on her tea and hope for the best, that's why he didn't want me to take her out, but I never went back to that bar, I swear" Miller was about to question her again but a ring from her phone distracted her and she walked out for a moment.
"There are many other things we would like to discuss with you Ms. Langford, if you have the time" he said and took out a note pad, do you happen to know the owner and bartender of the club you went to? Mr Mike Bolzano?"
"I'm so sorry DI Hardy, but I have a lot more to do today, but I have an idea, let's have a drink" She wrote down her number on the napkin and to his surprise marked down a kiss on the paper. "I'm out of here at 9, you give me a call and I would gladly tell you all you want to know" she gave him a radiant smile that didn't quite correspond with the concerned friend crying just minutes before.
"Sure, we'll be in touch" he said politely and exited the room.
Miller had make fun of him for it, specially since nothing particularly relevant came from the exchange whe later that day he joined her to take that drink.
And now with a creep in custody and the time running out he was desperate to find answers, and yet the only thing he was hoping was for the day to end to get to his house and saw her reading on his couch like he had been doing all week.
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jaspitch · 4 years
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Five Nightguards at Freddy’s (3)
Malayn's Archives- Archive 3
Malayn was a couple hours early so he could help clean up before working. And by help clean up, he actually meant annoy anyone and everyone who was cleaning up. Scott was shaking like a leaf when Malayn stood next to him, commenting on different techniques to stabbing people. Yeah, that's what he was talking about: Stabbing people.
As far as looks were concerned, Malayn could techinically be considered good looking. He had black hair that stayed straight and neat 24/7. It flowed down to the end of his ears, so still a bit long. He had ice blue eyes that almost seemed white, which scared everyone because he also had basically invisible pupils. Creepy, to say the least. He was 6′4, and though tall, was jealous of September, who at the age of 23, was still growing. Malayn wasn’t jealous of the fact that September was having brain surgery because the growing harmone in his head needed to be shut off though.
As twelve o’clock rolled around, he helped Justin lock up, who was complaining non-stop about him having to work on Sunday with Scott. Weekends required double-up shifts due to the amount of angsty teens that tried to 1. sneak in or 2. graffiti the walls. They even had three actual cops guard the place, varying each week. As far as Malayn was concerned, he’d rather have a shift with Scott if it meant he could flirt with Serenity, the cop this weekend. She had light pink hair and was of average height with sparkling green eyes. Slim and pretty, she had caught Malayn’s eye at first sight.
Of course, she also hated him, so getting a decent ‘hi’ was torture. Plus she was also so into her job, half the time she ignored everyone. The second cop, and the only boy, a seventeen year old kid named Alex. He had black hair and dark amber eyes and was unnervingly short. His glasses, which were thin framed and larger than his eyes (luckily they didn’t enlarge his eyes), did little to no help. He could see well already, so the glasses did nothing for him. Malayn wondered who the hell told him to wear glasses. Alex was a nervous wreck half the time, and wasn’t very open. He didnt stutter, but never seemed to look anyone in the eye and always rubbed his arm when talking.
The final cop who showed up was a 22 year old girl with light amber eyes and strawberry blonde hair that was currently a light brow. Sherrie was her name, and she was the friendliest of the group. Free-spirited and joyful, but not interesting. Malayn was almost done daydreaming when he felt Justin push a wad of keys into his hand. “Anyways, see ya later, Herrero!” Malayn flinched at his last name but waved goodbye and locked the door. He had about ten minutes until the main lights went off, so after slowly walking to the office he looked down the hallway. After a few moments, the lights shut off.
Malayn yawned and unlocked the desk drawer, picking up and studying a new, light gray Samsung tablet. What the hell was this? The tablet booted up quickly and turned on to Camera 2B. The graphics were about twenty times better, and the kitchen camera was actually on. Though this was great in Malayn’s eyes, it was also unnerving. He checked the paper on the wall and noted September’s shift was last night. So either Henry finally was fed up with people complaining about the old HP or September’s shift hadn’t gone completely as planned.
'As planned' usually meant not being dragged into the backroom and nearly killed, in case anyone was asking. Malayn groaned and leaned his head back, already born out of his mind. After a few seconds, an unnatural hotness overcame him, and he fiddled with his hands, trying to ignore it. As of recent, hot flashes had been wracking his body. It wasn't because once again, Fritz had left the heater on, or due to the fact his mind was hell-bent on Serenity, it was something else.
A familiar thought came to mind. Blood. Oh fuck no. That unhealthy obsession had definitely done something to poor Malayn's head. Pushing up his sleeves to look at the mangled scars on his arms, he groaned in frustration. In moments like these, he'd be cutting small cuts in something (usually bell peppers or tomatoes) to satisfy whatever the hell was telling him to kill people.
Thanks, Byron. Even though his step dad had been around since birth, Malayn insisted on calling him Byron. Byron was a manipulative, abusive, bitch. And only to Malayn, seeing as how he was the only kid that wasn't actually related to him. Maybe if Corren had stayed around, he'd have been there to comfort his younger brother. But he was dead.
Corren was Malayn's real brother. He was around thirteen when he died. Light brown curls, large blue eyes, freckles. Not much else was there to remember him by. He had been killed on the train tracks right outside of Washington County. Malayn preferred not to remember that scene, though it haunted him each night.
The rush of heat finally wavered and he sighed out of relief. A sudden noise made him jump, and he turned to look at Bonnie, who was about to step into the office. Slamming his fist down on the button, the door slammed shut right in the animatronic's face. It was a slow-ish night, to say the least. After about four hours of nobody coming to the office besides the once in a while Bonnie, Malayn granted it safe to go down the hallway to refill the coffee pot with water. Quickly walking to the kitchen, he turned on the water in the sink, and started to fill the pot up.
Malayn turned the water off, eyeing the door. The room temperature had dropped a good 10°. Something felt... Off, to say the very least. The male swallowed, making his Adam's apple move a tad. Slowly walking to the door, Malayn kept his eyes focused behind him. Once opening the door, the male looked in front of him, just to be met with dark purple. Slowly looking up, Malayn swallowed, matching eyes with two blaring red ones.
The rabbit reached for the man, but he ducked and turned, prepped to run to the other side of the kitchen. Scrambling towards the exit, he was met with Chica and Foxy gawking and ready to screech at him. Slamming the door shut, he turned around, already ducking under Bonnie's outstretched arms again. He darted out the first door, starting for the exit. Stopped ubruptly by a dark red arm with an attached hook, he stopped and turned down the other hallway, sprinting into the one and only party room.
Only having a few good seconds to gather his thoughts, the male started to look for some sort of escape route. Of course, he could jump in the vent, but he knew Fritz had left the heater on (again), and it would probably be best to not have an asthma attack because of how thick the air was in the vent. The only other option was to hide under a table or try and get onto the two boards that connected the middle of the roof and the frame of the building. With Foxy now almost at the door, Malayn went for the roof, latching onto the singular rope that dangled from the ceiling.
It was hard to reach, of course, because it’s end was dangling seven feet away from the ground, but Malayn was able to jump and make it. Starting to hurriedly make his way up to the top, he looked down for a split second to see Chica, Bonnie, Foxy, and Freddy all looking up at him. Each mascot had their hands raised, trying to grab his pant leg or maybe the rope. Giving a quick thanks to the constructors who hadn’t just yet finished the inside of the party room, Malayn pulled himsef up the rest of the way and sat down on the boards. 
Sighing, he rubbe his eyes. Fuck you, dad. If you didn’t exist, I wouldn’t be here. Damn right, had his stepfather not been a complete asshole all the time, he’d probably be some big-time corporate CFO or something. But no! “Well, my real sons needs their tuition payed. Malayn can take care of his own college.” And so here he was, life on the line, trying to pay his rent and college debt. Leonn and Carter had their daddy to pay for them, as where he, the outcast of the family, had to pay off his own debt. 
A sharp screech made the man jump, and he looked down. Foxy had hooked the rope and was tugging on it. The screech came again and then the rope went falling down, a small piece of flat metal going down with it. Okay, now he was fucking stuck up here. It would probably freak out anyone who was opening up to see him not there. Silently praying it would be someone like Storm or Jeremy, who wouldn’t ask questions and would just help. 
The animatronics below started to shriek with rage, which made Malayn cover his ears. It was horrific to hear them like that. Almost like a dying kid was wailing. Trying to sort out his thoughts, a single screech wracked through the  building. That noise- Wham! It hit Malayn like a truck of bricks. He almost fell backwards, and started to pant as he relived that horrific scenario again.
“C’mon, Mal! It’ll be fun. See?” Corren started to walk on the train tracks, hopping up and over each of the small rails undeneath. “I don’t know, Coryo. Mama said it’s dangerous.” Malayn was standing off to the side, rubbing his neck. Corren stopped and placed his hands on his hips. “Andy told me this place was deserted. No trains ever come here.” Malayn shrugged, “Yeah, but, Mama-”
“Mama this, Mama that! Here, how about this? I’ll run on ahead all the way to that oak tree. You can listen to my music with my headphones. I’ll be right back, okie dokie?” The brunette took off his headset, walked over to Malayn, and handed it to him. Malayn was ecstatic. He wasn’t ten yet, so he wasn’t allowd to have his own electronics. Corren letting him use his was amazing! “O-okay, fair. Just hurry back, Coryo.” Corren beamed and started running across the tracks, skipping through the rails as he started for the oak tree.
Slipping on the headset, Malayn picked a random song and started listening. He was so enthrolled, that he barely realized that he was now no longer standing still, but rather, walking on the tracks. Finally realizing this, the young boy smiled. This wasn’t so bad after all! Yeah it wouldn’t have been so bad had he heard Corren screaming at him to get off the train tracks, as a train was gaining ground on him. And by the time he finally moved over the earjack and asked “What?”, it was almost over. Hearing the loud hoot, Malayn looked to his left to see a train, mere meters from he was.
However, he never felt anything but a harsh push, before landing on the soft grass. Rubbing his head and looking up, Malayn got one final glimpse of his brother, his face contorted in a muted screech, before the train zoomed by. The shriek the train tracks made when the train went by sounded so similar to-
“Hey, Malayn! How the hell’d you get up there?” A smooth voice called from below. Malayn looked over the edge of the boards, staring down at two dark blue eyes. There, in his beautiful glory, was the one and only perfect Augustine Jamairica. He, one of two, was a man at the pizzeria who could easily get a girlfriend yet didn’t have one. “Uh, I climbed.” Malayn said, his voice a bit scratchy. “Want some help down?” Augustine pointed to a white ladder in the corner, which just fueled Malayn’s embarassment. How had he not seen that? “It’d be appreciated.”
With that, Augutine gave a perfect white smile before setting the ladder up and helping his co-worker down. The two walked out together after Augustine explained he ahd only come today to grab his headphones he left. they both split ways and before he knew it, Malayn was laying in his bed, half asleep. After finally drifting off to his slumber, he was surprised to wake up at 2:00, without any nightmares.
Malayn’s Archive Ends Here.
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curewhimsy · 6 years
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So I'm writing a Pandemic AU and I'll show you what I have... I guess...
It's probably not so good, since I've never really read or watched any media about this topic.
TW: Death, suicide, many possible disease-related triggers, may cause anxiety if you are the faint of heart. (Like me.)
Pandemic AU
The disease purple flu is a virus, named so as it gives your skin an odd purple hue
Symptoms- Sweating Dizziness Decreased blood flow to the head Pneumonia Congestion Stroke Hemorrhage Fever Internal bleeding Organ failure Paranoia and insanity (partly because of the mental strain of having the disease)
It can be transmitted through sweat, blood, food, and mucus. Sumi got it by ingesting food with the virus on it.
Think about how the disease and the panic effects culture. -Prayers for the world to get better -People all over are writing songs and making art pieces depicting the situation -Quarantines -Mass suicide when it looks bleak -Media that comes out is meant to cheer people up and uplift them
Think about the shortage of hospitals and how rapid people are becoming sick and dying. Eventually, it's decided nothing can be done...
Bianca's last day before the pandemic news breaks out is a very lighthearted, memorable day of having fun with friends, the exact kind of day you get sad when it ends. This is to show how suddenly lives are being affected by the disaster.
Rhona is one of the scientists researching a cure, along with Zero, and Reisei, who is a doctor in training.
The disease doesn't infect animals and Bianca feels terrible about leaving Snowbell all alone in a world with no humans, but cannot bring herself to end the cat's life. In the end, Snowbell wanders all alone until her death, caused by thirst.
Some domestic animals linger around longer than others, but all eventually pass away due to the absence of humans.
Lulu has a little song to cheer her up, her version of "A Few Of My Favorite Things". Right before her life ends, a sad reprise plays. Terrified Lulu can't handle the circumstances, and waits for the disease to kill her in order to escape the hellish world filled with suffering.
Bianca, a germaphobe, can't handle medical stuff, and panics more than anyone else. She's the type of person to get stressed even when the common cold makes its way around her school. Only this time, it's going around the entire world and it's killing everyone in its path! How fun!
"This is it. This is the end. I'm going to die. I've decided to take it. I wonder though, what happens next?"
"Goodbye..."
People dying before being able to live their dreams.
"Little did I know that happy times would be over for those innocent kids playing on the street, the merry adults going on their way, those peaceful old folk, and everyone. Little did we know we had our final happy Christmas, and that starting when I got sick, the days were going to be winding down."
Lots of crying, fear, panic, and emotions. Even the most stoic characters end up breaking down into a sobbing mess.
SPOILERS: Everyone dies.
The cure is halfway complete, but all the scientists died before they could finish it.
SPOILERS: BUT, in the end, it is revealed that heaven does indeed exist and everyone is reunited and in a much better place. After all the horror they faced, they all became heroes in their own right.
Earth will be there, just the way it was left when everyone died. It will be this way for hundreds, thousands of years.
However, there might be alternate endings. There could be an ending where only half the population survives as well.
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Story Progression- This is an AU that takes place solely on planet Earth. "It all started with a honey bun." The disease starts in Canada in January 2018 after Sumi eats a contaminated honey bun out of an old vending machine at a party. Sumi contaminates Ember and Reina. Ember contaminates Claudia. Reina flies down to Brazil to visit family and unintentionally brings the disease with her. Ember ends up contaminating Alaska when visiting her family back in Barrow. Claudia brings the disease to Belgium when she visits her grandparents.
Bianca, one healthy person in Maryland with sick people all around her, feels helpless...
Bells ringing signaling the world going into emergency
The final one to die...?
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Sumi's POV
That night I first started randomly sweating buckets, I just didn't think much about it. I thought it was unusual, but maybe I was just overworked or coming down with something mild. I did just come back from a lively party where I did do a lot of dancing. I'm an introvert, so such things do tend to take a lot out of me. It was probably nothing. I was sure of it. I was so sure I would wake up the next morning and forget all about it.
I made sure I drank an extra cup of water that night, and went to sleep. Little did I know, I wasn't going to get better, and that this was the modest beginning of a dreadful nightmare.
It turned out, I was one of the first people to contact the fatal purple flu.
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When I woke up the next morning, I felt sluggish and the first sensation I noticed were my soaked pajamas and bedsheets. It was as if my entire skin had sprung one big leak.
I had been sweating profusely all night long.
That's when I started to worry. But of course my mind didn't jump to a pandemic just yet.
"I wonder what's wrong..." I asked myself. I normally didn't sweat when I was sick, and even when I did, it wasn't without the congestion and fever. What could've been the cause of my sudden profuse sweating?
I took of my wet clothes, dried my embarrassingly wet body with a towel, took out my tablet and began to look on Google. I normally didn't look up my symptoms online, but this time I felt stumped.
Long story short, Google didn't help. I just moved out on my own, so I decided to call my parents. It was still quite early in the morning, but I'm sure they would understand.
"Hey, mom? Um... this will sound a little weird, but I started sweating a lot last night."
"What?" Came the voice on the other line. "Sweating?"
"Yes, I'm sweating a lot. And the next morning I woke up soaked."
"You're probably just coming down with something. Take it easy today." My mother said.
"Oh no, I can't..." I said, "I have a big exam in a few days..."
"I'm sorry about that, just do your best!" My mom said.
That's right. I was just coming down with something. I tried reminding myself. But I somehow just couldn't convince myself. This felt so different. For the first time, I thought that maybe it was serious. But I never would have imagined it was the start of a pandemic.
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I was still sweating when I got to school. At this point, it was just embarrassing.
"Hey, Ember." I said when I passed by her on the campus.
"Sumi! What's up?" My friend responded.
Was I going to tell her? I decided to try, but it didn't quite go in depth.
"I didn't feel so good last night." I said. "In fact, I still don't feel good now." I said.
"Hm, yeah. You don't look too good. You're all red..."
"Yeah... well, actually I've really just been-"
But before I could say the word "sweating", Ember got a phone call.
"Oh, Sumi? I gotta go now. Claudia wanted me to meet her by the bridge."
"Oh. Alright." I said, "It's time for my class anyway." I said.
"You take care, I hope you feel better!" Ember waved to me. I waved back.
Little did I know, these normal days were basically about to end.
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Art class started normally. I was a bit late, so I had to sit further in the back. Wiping sweat off my brow, I was hoping to live out my day normally. I chatted with a few other students and followed the professor's instructions.
But by the time we started drawing figures, I felt a little dizzy. I shrugged it off. But by the third or forth pang of dizziness, I realized it could've had something to do with my sweating. I bit my lip and decided if it continued, I would go to the nurse on campus.
The pangs returned, and right before I decided to raise my hand, the dizziness got intense. I felt sweat streaming from my pores...
"You look horrible, Sumi." The professor said. How nice of him to say. But I understood. I was so red I looked purple.
When I spoke, my speech was slurred, and by this time I was frightened.
I barely remembered the words my professor said when he dismissed me. I just remember myself rushing out of the room and forgetting my favorite pencil.
By the time I got to the nurse's office I could barely stand.
"Um... can I lay down?" I asked.
"Oh heavens, sure you can!" The nurse said. "I'm sorry you don't feel good."
I didn't know if I could drive home at this point. Not like this. I decided to call my mom, but during the middle of the conversation, my phone hit the ground, or so she tells me.
When I woke up, I didn't know what had happened, but I saw my friend Reina there...
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tomjmcnerney · 7 years
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I wrote this short story/rambling piece of inane garbage a while back, and just read it again as I sit unwashed at 8:41pm in my dressing gown and sort of found it funny. So here ye go. 
The Advert
 Jack was hungry. In fact, he was starving. As he wearily stumbled into the kitchen, he cast a glance at the big clock hanging above the sink. Just past 1 o'clock. Bleary-eyed, pale-faced, just out of bed. 1 o'clock, PM. The afternoon. A Tuesday. It was a fucking Tuesday.
His mum’s voice began to play through his mind, kind of like an abusive and haunting Spotify advert that seemingly won’t end. Something about leaving school too soon. Something about how dropping out of the college course was a stupid idea. Something about how he needs to grow up and face reality. Part of him felt guilty, part of him felt like he should get a job, go a run in the mornings, get a haircut, try texting Sarah again. But unfortunately, these were merely thoughts. Ideas. Things that never surpass the stage of existing in the mind. Sentiments that evaporate on contact with air.
He opened the fridge, looked inside, and groaned. All he saw was a bunch of stuff. A bunch of things that, when combined, could probably create a tangible meal. This was not what he was looking for. He wanted something to stick in the microwave. Lunch should not require creative effort. In quite a remarkable feat, his staggering complacency managed to overpower his very real and physical hunger. He closed the fridge and grabbed a bag of Quavers from the cupboard.
He wandered into the living room, slumping his dead weight onto the couch. Top Gear was on Dave, but it turned out to be one he had already seen. Still, he enjoyed five minutes of Jeremy Clarkson talking about how the Portuguese version of the Mondeo has shit traction and that the whole country is pointless and should be euthanized. "Yeah", Jack mumbled, mouth full of Quavers. "They fuckin should!!"
He had already seen the rest of this episode. Gordon Ramsay completes a lap in a Fiat Punto and they share a few laughs about how anyone who willingly drives that car should be neutered with a bolt-gun for being a "poor pleb with a shit car". He thought back to when he saw it for the first time. It was a funny episode. Not as funny as the one where Ainsley Harriot completes a very slow lap and they laugh about how "he'd be faster picking some cotton!". Haha, he probably would have been faster doing that, thought Jack. In the midst of his chuckling, the significant quantity of chewed-up Quavers in his mouth caused a barrage of crumbs to cascade onto his chest.
However, whilst watching some judgmental arsehole belittle poor people was all well and good, he felt like watching something a bit different today. He settled on Jeremy Kyle.
It was an ad break with only five minutes to go, but the end is usually the best bit. Hopefully it was an episode with DNA results, or some sort of incestual incident in a working class province of England. Those ones are usually great. 
A few adverts came and went with Jack looking on, disengaged. Something about face wash, something about a police drama starting on Friday. He finished his Quavers, tossing the empty packet to the side.
There was now an army recruitment advert on. One of those ones about the Royal Marines. Or it could be the Airforce, or TA. He didn't really notice. But there was a girl wearing a camouflage under her eyes and she was running and shouting orders and there was an explosion, for some reason. Jack always liked the idea of the army, but always felt that he was a bit too much of a pussy for it. He felt he was quite physically capable in comparison to the academic side of things, but lacked any desire to actually go on the front line and fire a gun at someone. Or, to be precise, for someone to fire a gun at him.
However, the advert began to slowly catch his attention. It started shouting single words out, one after the other. Things that would describe your experience there. It kind of went like this.
RUN, TRAIN, SWIM, LEARN
Wow, this is cool. Adjusting his position, he was now perched eagerly on the sofa. An overhead shot of a helicopter flew over some aircraft carrier. Jack's eyes widened with glee. That was cool as fuck. Following that, a shot of some soldiers crawling under some net. Now, those same soldiers were in a bush, just sort of crouching and holding guns and looking at each other and making hand signals and holding guns and crouching.
DRIVE, FLY, JUMP, SHOOT, CRAWL
Jack breathing was now staggered and erratic. The advert now started flashing up with MAKE NEW FRIENDS and GAIN CONFIDENCE and PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT and Jack began considering masturbating to the advert. He managed to shake off the idea - it was fucking stupid - but then a man with black paint under his eyes reloaded an assault rifle. Someone was crawling under a net again. Fuck it. He couldn't hold back. Another helicopter. Shit. He was now furiously masturbating to the army advert. GAIN CONFIDENCE flashed up on the screen again and now he was increasing the pace. PUSH YOURSELF TO THE LIMIT. USE YOUR MENTAL AND PHYSICAL SKILLS. GAIN CONFIDENCE. MEET FRIENDS.
Out of nowhere, Jack began to cry as he was masturbating. He didn't question it - he knew it was right. Tears began rolling down his face and onto his chest, mixing with the Quaver crumbs.
FLY A HELICOPTER. CRAWL ON THE GROUND.
Jack was now audibly weeping.
SOMETHING VAGUE ABOUT SWIMMING AND LEARNING AND RUNNING AND FLYING
SOMETHING ABOUT THE ARMY BEING A HARMLESS PERSONAL DEVELOPMENT COURSE WITH A FEW FUN OBSTACLES THROWN IN
At this point, Jack is screaming like a banshee.
ILLEGALLY INVADE A COUNTRY TO ROB THEIR NATURAL RESOURCES
TEACH THE SAND PEOPLE HOW TO BUILD FIRE
It's hard to tell at this point, but I think Jack is now yelling satanic incantations in Latin.
WE, THE WHITE KNIGHTS, ARE THE RIGHTFUL POLICE OF THE WORLD
THE COUNTRIES WITH HUGE OIL RESERVES NEED OUR HELP THE MOST
Jack is now literally sacrificing a lamb on a stone tablet. To be honest, as the vague unseen narrator of what’s going on here, I have no idea where he produced it from. It just kind of happened.
A portal to the underworld has opened in Jack’s living room.
RUNSHOOTFLYDRIVECRAWLSHOOTSWIMLEARNMAKEFRIENDSGAINCONFIDENCEPORNPORNPORNGUNPORNGUNPORNGUNPORN
Following a few more aerial shots of gunships and folk crawling under nets, Jack suffered cardiac arrest and died.
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Synopsis:  
“The Only Light In the Darkness” – With their world turned upside down, Coulson races to save the life of his one true love as the mystery of “The Cellist,” which began in Marvel’s The Avengers, is finally reveals on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.,TUESDAY, April 22 (8:00-9:01 p.m., ET) on the ABC Television Network.
It’s been a long time in the making but we finally get to see the type of woman that catches Coulson’s eyes–Audrey Nathan aka The Cellist. Marvel’s serious about the little things, hence the show’s recent attempts to push the hashtag “#ItsAllConnected.”
Right from the get go the audience is introduced to Blackout, a villain that seems to have the power to suck energy away from technology and people. Right away, we know he’s creepy, mysterious and most importantly, has POWERS. Finally! It only took them about 19 episodes to show a character with superpowers (minus the time Lorelei and Lady Sif showed up).
Ward lies to the entire team while he’s being stitched up by Simmons. He tells them that HYDRA overran the Fridge while he was there, stole everything and freed the prisoners. He then tells them that before he escaped he killed Garrett.
“Yeah, we’re safe here but what about everyone else? People that don’t happen to have access to a top secret underground shelter. What about them? I don’t know if it’s wise, but it’s right.” – Agent Phil Coulson
Coulson gets worried as soon as Ward tells them about the free inmates. He immediately gets Skye to do a threat assessment of the situation. But has her specifically check for a man named Marcus Daniels. Coulson discovers that Daniels is free and immediately decides he’s going after them.
Koenig, on the other hand, isn’t so keen on the agents leaving his secret base until they all go through “orientation,” the ultimate lie detector. Koenig explains that “Nick Fury designed the machine himself because he wanted a lie detector that even Romanov couldn’t beat.” Welp, there goes your cover Ward. I’m honestly expecting him to just jump out of the chair screaming “HAIL HYDRA.” The team undergoes a series of questions to which we find out the following about the agents:
Agent Triplett is a legacy. His grandfather was a Howling Commando, one of the men that fought alongside Captain America in the war.
Skye’s real name is Mary Sue Poots. (I can see why she decided to rename herself Skye”
May was once MARRIED. To who? Who would be good enough for this hard boiled woman? My guess would have to be he was once a SHIELD agent that died in the line of duty.
Koenig asks each of the agents if they knew Alexander Piece and about Project Insight (references to Captain America: The Winter Soldier). But most interesting of all, Koenig asks them all about what they’re doing here now that the agency is gone.
Everyone passes and gets their lanyard but it’s finally Ward’s turn. Ward has some shaky answers to which Koening almost catches him but ultimately fails. Ward has some of the most cheesiest answers I’ve ever heard. This scene was easily one of the most cringe worthy scenes of the entire season. Did the writers just establish that Ward is on the same level as Natasha Romanov in terms of espionage/secrecy? Seems like Fury didn’t account for his machine to fail due to human error because Koenig has to be the worse interrogator I’ve ever seen. After receiving his lanyard, Ward walks out of the interrogation room and immediately takes out a nail? needle? out of his thumb–a technique he used to somewhat control his heart beat.
Leaving Ward behind, the team immediately heads out to find Ms. Audrey Nathan, who Coulson explains is the key to finding Marcus Daniels. The agents find Nathan and stops Daniels through the use of Fitz’s robots that shines immense beams of light, but Daniels escapes into the darkness after blowing them away.
Back in the underground base, Skye figures out that Koening is using the lanyards as a way to track Coulson’s team. After calling him out on it, she gets the idea to obtain footage of the HYDRA raid on the Fridge. She convinces Koenig to allow her to hack into the NSA in order to get the footage from the Fridge breakout. Ward takes her side and makes an attempt to get her to access the hard drive. Unfortunately for Ward, Skye informs him that the encryption is location based. They’ll have to take a field trip just to unlock the drive.
Simmons and Triplett are tasked with protecting Nathan while Fitz and Coulson watch from another undisclosed location. Nathan reveals that in the past, Daniels stalked her, calling her his “light.” She goes on to recall the agent of SHIELD that protected her before–Agent Phil Coulson. The two of them were intimately close and were in the middle of planning a trip together when Nathan received the call about Coulson’s death. Acker’s an amazing actor and delivers the exposition between her character and Coulson’s past with the highest believability and emotion.
Back in Providence, May decides to leave on her own. She figures she has no reason to stay anymore since Coulson no longer trusts her. As she looks back towards the base before ultimately leaving, the audience is immediately hit with a sense of ominousity and danger. Ward’s free to roam with no one able to match him. Ward goes to Koenig and slowly closes the door to Koenig’s office. RIP Agent Koenig. You were an interesting addition while you lasted.
Skye goes to Koenig’s office after she finishes hacking into the NSA but she finds it empty. Ward shows up in the most murder-villainous way behind her, but keeps his cover. He tells her that Koenig went to send the video she recovered over to a couple of other government branches, an obvious lie! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH PATTON OSWALT?! 
Ward and Skye take a moment to chat and have a drink–that must be nice. He opens up to Skye about his feelings for her and tip toes around his secret. The two end up making out but stop when Skye finds blood on Ward’s body. Again, I say RIP Agent Koenig. Ward excuses himself, claiming the blood must’ve come from one of his open wounds. Now alone, Skye finds Agent Koenig’s tablet which just so happens to show Koenig’s location due to his lanyard. She goes off to look for him.
Meanwhile, the rest of the team use Nathan as bait to draw out Blackout. They set up a trap for him while Nathan sits on stage in a theatre playing her  cello. The team shoot immense beams of light, courtesy of Banner tech, at Blackout before he can reach Nathan, but are blown away by Blackout’s powers. Coulson grabs one of the weapons and shoots Blackout before he can reach Nathan. How convenient that this weapon is a beam of light because this stops Nathan from discovering that Coulson is alive. In the end, Coulson preserves his secret but not before establishing himself as the humble hero we all know and love about him.
  “He’s HYDRA!” – Skye
Back in Providence (so much for that name), things aren’t so lucky for Skye. She follows the tracker to find Koenig  only to discover that he’s been killed. She immediately comes to the conclusion that the culprit must be Ward. The show instantly turns into a horror film as Skye locks herself in the bathroom and hides. She laments and realizes that Ward has been HYDRA all along. On the brink of breaking down,  Skye pulls herself together and knows her only way to survive is to play along with his charade. Her plan backfires when, while still keeping up the charade, Ward insists that she get on the Bus with him and leave. She tries to make up excuses in order to get away from Ward but is ultimately SCREWED. Ward grabs her by the arm which pretty much tells her that she doesn’t really have a choice.
  Hopefully in the time it took Ward to find her, Skye left some kind of message for the team, maybe a message in lipstick on the bathroom wall perhaps? On the other hand, Ward is becoming more and more my favorite villain. He’s the bad guy that everyone wants to love AND hate! I mean he’s no Loki but still. He has a menacing look about him and is seriously giving me the chills. It’s especially creepy when he reaches in to hold Skye’s hands as they walk towards the Bus.
“You’re not going to take her out are you?…Good. I’ve always liked Maria.” – May’s Mother
The rest of the team return to find Providence empty, the Bus gone and Koenig missing. The episode then ends with May as she walks alongside the road and is picked up by an older, Asian woman (Tsai Chin!) This must mean she’s May’s mother right? (sarcasm, but probably true). Fun fact: Ming-Na Wen (Melinda May) and Tsai Chin (May’s Supposed Mother) were in The Joy Luck Club together! A film and book that I happen to hold dear!  The woman hands May a file and reveals that the information is on a person named Maria–Maria Hill.
Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. will return on April 29 with the episode “Nothing Personal.”
RECAP: MARVEL’S ‘AGENTS OF S.H.I.E.L.D.’ S1E19 “The Only Light in the Darkness” Synopsis:   “The Only Light In the Darkness” – With their world turned upside down, Coulson races to save the life of his one true love as the mystery of “The Cellist,” which began in Marvel’s The Avengers, is finally reveals on Marvel’s Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.,TUESDAY, April 22 (8:00-9:01 p.m., ET) on the ABC Television Network.
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