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hoezhatelola · 3 years

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Pretty Little Head

Yandere Deku x Fem!Reader

warnings: yandere tendencies(obviously), 18+ NSFW, gore/violence, drug usage, bondage, dubcon/noncon, praise kink, oral(female receiving), oral(male receiving), MDNI

a/n: this was actually a request i received outside of tumblr but i decided to make one here too! i’m so excited to write this one, i think that underneath deku’s innocent appearance he would make one hell of a yandere.

word count: 4.1k

deku had never anticipated someone like you would be the source of all his stress, pleasure, and love. despite being quirkless and utterly small compared to deku himself, you were always so kind. you were always there to take his hand and help him up when bakugou would push him down. you were always there to ruffle his hair and reassure him he’d do great on an exam. you were always there to offer him a snack or some extra lunch, even if you were hungry.

it left deku confused in the dust, as a child and still now, completely lost in how or why you were so nice to him. even when he took off to pursue his career of being a pro hero, which he was very successful in doing, you were still there to visit him or patch up his scratches.

in his bright green eyes and from beneath his curly green hair, this was enough for anyone to reserve the right to feel a burning hatred towards your significant other. he watched in anger as you sat on that blue-eyed idiot’s lap, tangling your fingers in his dark hair and whispering dirty nothings into his ear. he watched in jealousy as a stupid smirk spread across his lips, well aware there was something threatening to spring upwards as he palmed the fat of your thigh in response.

much to his dismay, he couldn’t watch you all hours of the day due to hero work. that didn’t mean he didn’t keep tabs on you however, which he accomplished by using his friends to update him on your whereabouts. who you were with, what you were doing, what you were wearing, what time you got home, when you fell asleep and when you wake up- he knew everything.

at the end of the day, he was still your best friend. you had invited him over one evening and you were telling him about your day, him smiling in response and just looking at you in awe, listening to you babble away.

“and then it started raining! so i had to run to my car and i ended up slipping, see?” you pointed towards your thigh where a large, and honestly, painful looking scrape was. his eyes widened in his response as he analyzed the mark. “that looks like it must’ve hurt, bunny.”

your heart repeated that same fluttering that it has been ever since you were teenagers at response to that nickname of yours. you’d think by now you’d have gotten used to it, huh?

“it did! and i was just laying there like an idiot in the rain for a good two minutes.” you laughed, emphasizing the word idiot. he chuckled in response, seemingly distracted with something else as he admired your smile and the way it lit up your entire cozy apartment.

“hey, you okay?” you asked suddenly, running a hand through his locks, the two of you seated on your sofa with the tv on in front of you. naturally as best friends, the two of you have had a few intimate moments, but they were always platonic. even though he knew this, he loved you too much for his breath not to hitch at the feeling of your soft fingertips playing with his hair.

“oh! yeah, i-i’m fine!” he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck and beaming brightly. “hero work just gets me tired and all, you know?” of course you didn’t know. what was he thinking saying that? you were always insecure of being quirkless, your childhood bully, bakugou, not being any help.

you pulled your hand back and looked away, your eyelids slightly lowering themselves, giving you a less excited expression. deku felt his heart drop and his stomach turn inside out, he hated himself for getting so caught up in his own thoughts of fluffy handcuffs adorning your wrists and your bodies colliding that he had forgotten to think before speaking.

“i didn’t mean it like that, bunny!” he said quickly, reaching out to grab your hand when you dodged him. “what are you-”

“this isn’t the first time you’ve said something like that, deku.” you muttered, immediately questioning yourself afterwards. were you being too sensitive? “even if you didn’t mean it this time, i- i just hate hearing you say it…” your eyes locked into the floor, your fingers now fiddling with each other.

although deku didn’t always have the strongest memory, he never failed to remember that some things in the world were far too fragile to be left out there. that they were too sensitive and too kind and too innocent to be yelled at. but sometimes- and only sometimes, did they deserve to be punished.

he did his best to soften his voice before scooting closer and placing a much larger and scarred up hand on top of yours. “bunny, i really didn’t mean it this time. you know that there’s nothing wrong with being quirkless, right?” he tucked a piece of hair behind your ear, now revealing your tear-stained side profile.

head now resting on his chest as he sat next to you, wrapping his arms around you in attempt to comfort you, his heart beating through his clothes. “i’ve always wanted to be a hero, since we were little. pathetic how i thought i actually had a chance…” you mumbled into his chest, blinking back more tears and suppressing a sniffle. “when you got into U.A., and your quirk developed late, i was s’ happy fer’ you. i looked up to you and i- i always wa-wanted to be jus’ like y-you.” your words became more jumbled as your tears welled up and you hiccuped multiple times.

deku was then reminded of the significant fact that he never told you the truth about his quirk, and he never planned to. always wanted to be like him, huh? he allowed you to cry into his chest, enveloping you in all of the possible warmth that he could, feeling his opportunity nearing closer and closer.

“looked up to me? hah… bunny, i always looked up to you.” he tilted your chin up and wiped a tear away with his calloused thumb, his strong arms still around your smaller frame. “you’ve always been so kind and intelligent, and a lot stronger than me. hell, you stood up to kacchan when i couldn’t!”

a small smile worked it’s way onto your lips in response. “that’s my bunny, there’s that smile..” deku said, and you giggled, hugging him tighter than before. “aah, thanks deku.” you sighed, “maybe i was being a little, smh- dramatic.” you sniffled, shrugging your shoulders.

“not at all… hey, how about some of your favorite tea? you know i make it the best!” he said enthusiastically as you curled up with a blanket that he had gotten you on your last birthday. “why not?” you giggled as he walked into the kitchen and prepared your drink.

an unfamiliar, soft sensation could be felt on your wrists, restraining you from moving. the surface you were on was particularly soft and comfortable, and you hazily opened your eyes to be met with a large room. you looked up and spotted a pair of fluffy, pink handcuffs locked tightly onto your wrists above your head, keeping you restrained to the white, wooden headboard.

the four walls were painted a baby pink, a large mirror, decorated with swirls on the edges hanging in the middle, and the entire room lined with stuffies, trinkets, pillows and everything soft. from what you could see, the door had more locks on it than you could count with your blurred vision, and surely, heavy approaching footsteps could be heard from the other side of the door.

you held your breath and closed your eyes, turning your head and pretending to be asleep. your lips parted in a gentle breath for air, your body remaining still as the unknown person entered the room and locked the door behind them. you felt the right side of the bed dip as if someone was looming over you, attempting to get a better look at something.

“i know you’re awake, bunny. i heard you tugging at the pretty little handcuffs.” your eyes snapped open at the sound of your best friend’s voice. his eyes locked with yours as he set a plate down beside the bed and pulled you to sit up straight. “hey, pretty girl.”

“d-deku?” you stuttered, eyes widening as the feeling in your legs was now returning. “yes, my love?” he replied, the plate of food now in his lap as he began to cut the piece of meat for you. “what- what the hell is going on? why am i handcuffed to this bed? where even am i?”

“shh, shh… relax, bunny. eat a little first, i made your favorite!” he shoved the piece of steak up against your lips using the fork and you shook your head now. his knuckles gripped the fork so tightly they turned white, and so you complied and chewed. “remember how i told you i was renovating my basement? welcome! i made it all pretty and comfortable for you! i have all your favorite colors and i got all these fluffy plushies and blankets!” he said with too much excitement.

“ahh!” his eyes lit up, “we’re gonna have so much fun here, for the rest of forever!” you swallowed the bite you took before he was already offering you more, obviously eager to see you full. “deku… i’m still confused here. uncuff me, now.”

“tch… you’re really ungrateful, you know.” he muttered, continuing to feed you and caress you. “how am i ungrateful, huh?” you asked furiously, a complete fool for thinking you could even remotely amount to his level. you locked your eyes with his as he set the food to the side and forced you to drink water and remain hydrated. beyond his insane thought process and maniacal grins, even an idiot could see he still cared.

“first, i wake up in some completely random room, handcuffed to a bed! and then you come in here, offer me a meal, and then when i want to be uncuffed, im ungrateful? deku, you need to ex-” he leaned in a cut you off completely, your lips attaching.

you turned your head in attempt to look away, to which he grabbed your chin and held you still. his hands trailing down to between your thighs, effortlessly spreading them apart, your fighting back doing nothing at all. his hands tightened their grips on your inner thighs as his lips continued on your neck. he found your hopeless squirming adorable, but irritating.

“gah… stay still.” his tone firmed and his eyes narrowed, again looking into yours. you’d seen him mad before, of course, and you’d seen him determined and impatient and annoyed, but he was never so intimidating towards you. deku realized this shortly after, immediately softening his tone as he dipped his head down to between your legs, nibbling at the fat of your thighs.

“what are you- aah…” you gasped suddenly, your head snapping downwards to see his tongue run a long, clean lick over your slit from on top of your cute little panties. you knew you stood no chance against the number one hero, and you’d never admit to the growing dampness between your legs. your thighs threatened to grind together as his tongue and teeth continued teasing the edges of your panties, avoiding where you genuinely needed him.

“deku, pl-please don’ do th-this.” you gulped down, a tear making it’s way down your cheek. he looked up at you and smiled brightly and pulled down your panties, throwing them to the side, much to your confusion. “but look at you, bunny..” he ran two fingers along your now naked, glistening cunt as your juices coated them. “you’re completely soaked for me. you don’t actually want me to stop, do you? hmm..”he hummed.

“i… i don’t…” you struggled desperately to find words as your cheeks flushed red at the feeling of his eyes seeing things no one else ever has before. “right…” he smugly said both at the feeling of knowing how much you were second guessing yourself, and seeing you blush so furiously, spreading your legs apart even further, holding you down once again, effortlessly. “now just be my good bunny and take it.”

his words sent you over the fucking edge, your thighs grinding together for some type of friction as he laughed with a sense of superiority, now lying completely on his stomach and lapping at your folds. he wasted no time, and the feeling of his wet tongue slide across your womanhood was a sensation you were unfamiliar with. the last ounce of your strength was used when fighting back, and so you just lied there and took it, just like deku said.

your sweet taste drove him more insane than he already was. he watched as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your brows knitted together, and he swore he fell in love with you all over again. his thumb was brought to your clit before he ran careful circles over it, blowing hot air against your pussy when you attempted to squirm away, causing goosebumps to rise against your skin. you could feel him smirking against you, and at this point you didn’t really care.

“de-deku… i’m- what the f-fuck..” you were at a loss for words. obviously you knew what an orgasm was, you’re not an idiot. this time was different than all of the other times you had willingly explored there on your own. it was something so much stronger, so much better. “i know, bunny. go ahead pretty girl… cum for me.” he spoke, muffled against your juices and folds.

his command was all it took for you to feel a strong coil within your stomach snap, and your mouth formed a silent ‘O,’ shape as your body shook in pleasure and you saw white spots all over your vision. your orgasm washed over you like a crashing wave, your desperate and pathetic fingers digging into the soft handcuffs you still wore.

“deku? ‘m tired now…” you mumbled in response to him unzipping his pants and undoing your handcuffs. “already?” he said playfully, but his face was nothing but serious. you nodded and hummed quietly in response as he looked down at you, noting how angelic you looked in this warm lighting that he had set up throughout the room using small lamps, cozy lights, and candles. not real candles, of course- what if you got burned when he wasn’t there?

“we’re not done yet, pretty girl. on your knees.” he looked down at you as he stood at the foot of the bed, watching you crawl over to him. you looked up at him, unsure of what to do next. “why am i here?” his eyes widened in realization that you actually didn’t know what to do this time, and it only made him more excited and honored to be your first. he pulled his pants down a little more, revealing his black boxers and a huge bulge.

“go ahead, take it out.” you hesitantly reached towards the bulge and pulled his boxers down, his large and throbbing member springing up and slapping you right in the nose. “ow…” you mumbled to yourself, and deku laughed. “fuck, you’re so cute. now take it in your hands and pump it a few times, use that pretty mouth.”

you ran your fingers across the tip, not knowing how much that stimulated him. after hearing a soft grunt when you ran your thumb across the tip, dragging his pre-cum along a large vein down the base, you assumed it was a good thing. your eyes explored the strange new thing as he took a fist of your hair. you looked up at him and winced at the sudden sting in your scalp.

“suck on it, bunny. use your mouth.” he repeated again, growing impatient. you grew determined to make him feel good too, all thoughts of fighting back leaving your mind. your hand nearly wrapped around his entire girth, but he was too thick for your smaller hands to do so. once again, hesitantly, you kitten-licked the tip a few times as his eyes shut calmly for a moment. your warm mouth wrapped around the tip as he basked in the feeling of the wetness, you released it with an unintentional pop.

“like this?” you asked innocently as he looked down to watch you suck his length, moving down slowly as you attempted to take all of him in your mouth. you could only go halfway before he hit the back of your throat, and when you gagged cutely around him, the grip on your hair tightened and a quiet whimper escaped the back of his throat. you picked up the pace in response and sucked even more furiously as best as you could, repeatedly gagging and hollowing your cheeks. “y-yeah… aauhh, jus’ like that, bunny.”

you continued your sucking and gentle pumping and tongue swirling around him as he continued to yank at your hair and admire your tear stained face and saliva covered mouth and throat. “aah.. yer’ sure you’ve n-never.. mgh, done this before?” he struggled to speak due to his many grunts and moans.

you nodded quietly as you felt him harden and pulsate in your mouth, repeatedly hitting the back of your throat. he suddenly pulled your hair, hard, and you winced loudly. he got down to your level and cleaned your face using his hand and dragged a thumb across your lip, consumed in the way tears pricked at your eyes just for him. “wh-what was that for? ‘m not done.” you muttered, reaching towards his cock when he stopped you with a chuckle and a deranged grin.

“like it that much, hm? we’re not done yet, bunny. don’t worry.” you tilted your head, your eyes then widening. “y-you mean, we’re gonna..” you trailed off as he gently pushed you down by your shoulders onto you back, crawling on top of you and hovering over your body. he cupped your cheek with one large hand and used his knee to spread your thighs apart. he clicked his tongue and trailed kisses from your jaw down your neck to between the valley of your breasts, looking up at you with his emerald green orbs.

“don’t act clueless, bunny. i know you’ve thought about getting touched down here by a real man.” he chuckled, slapping his length against your cunt two times, causing you to jump. “d-deku, please don-” your own words were caught in your throat when he slid the first few centimeters in, causing you to gasp and tug roughly on your handcuffs. “g-get off.. aauh..” you whimpered, attempting to push him off of you, clearly doing nothing. you fought the growing sting in your velvety walls as he slowly inched in.

“its okay, pretty girl. a little bit at a time..” he whispered into your ear, causing your walls to clench around his first few inches, to which he smirked and nibbled on your jaw. “that’s it... good girl.” he praised as he filled you up completely. deku was so overwhelmed with the pleasure of his bunny wrapped around his cock, and the reality that he was your first that he forgot to wait for you to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in.

“deku!” you cried out in pain as his eyes widened and he immediately wrapped his arms around you, hugging you into his chest. “i’m so sorry,” he rapidly apologized over and over again, claiming he lost control and would wait now. “i-it hurts...” you muttered into his neck before nodding a minute later, signalling he could now move. he slowly pulled out and thrust back in, his tip barely brushing up against your cervix. he moved once more and a swirling pool of pleasure slowly took over any remnants of pain.

“mmph.. faster, deku.” you mewled out his nickname that you’ve had for him since you were little, and his heart picked up the pace before looking into your eyes and drowning in your expression as he slid in and out of you, your walls pulsating tightly around him, your thighs and his balls now soaked in your juices. “fuck... aauh, you’re such a good fucking girl for me, hah.” he said in a cocky tone, now slamming into you relentlessly.

“while we’re here,” he said, his pace growing sloppier by the second. “let’s get one thing crystal clear.” he continued, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at his flushed face, his cock still pounding into your sloppy cunt, the lewd noises of him fucking you filling the room. “you’re mine, all fucking mine. this fucking pussy,” he said, punctuating his sentence with a light slap against your folds. “this body, that cute little expression in your eyes, and everything else about you belongs to me. not that blue-eyed shit-faced bitch.” he raised his voice causing you to flinch.

“we’re clear with that, aren’t we?” he asked as your eyes rolled into the back of your head due to him continuously hitting that spot with the tip of his member. “hey,” he growled, bringing a throat to your neck and squeezing it tightly, completely cutting off your oxygen. you clawed at his hand as best as you could despite your handcuffs, and your face grew a bright pink and almost purple. he hated slapping you or choking you or tying you up, and he hated himself for getting excited at that fearful look in your glistening eyes. he released his grip on your throat and you gasped desperately for air, glaring at him. “fucking answer me.”

“y-yeah, mhnm...” you moaned out, still recovering from being choked. your pussy clenched around him as you felt your second, much stronger, orgasm nearing. he felt his own nearing as well, your beautiful moans not helping in holding him back. “yeah, what?” he smirked, knowing he was pushing your limits. “y-yeah, we’re ..mhgn, clear!” you yelled in frustration as he got a kick out of it, enjoying the idea of you thinking you could raise your voice at him.

“you know what?” he pulled out rapidly, cumming all over your stomach before lying beside you, leaving you empty and unsatisfied. “wh-what?” you stuttered in shock and irritation, grinding your thighs together for some type of friction as you angrily yanked on your handcuffs. “now...” he kissed the tip of your nose and smiled at you brightly, as if all of this was amusing. “you don’t get to finish!” he exclaimed happily, giggling shortly after as you struggled and tugged at your restraints.

“why?” you questioned the green-haired man, who said nothing. he wrapped a strong arm around your needy body and fought the urge to play with your clit using his fingertips. “why, deku? this isn’t fair!’ you whined as he chuckled dryly and tightened the soft handcuffs. “nothing is fair, my love. i have another shift now, so i’ll be gone for a few hours. need anything?” he asked in a condescending tone, knowing you would motion towards your dripping, aching cunt, which he wouldn’t help you with. he didn’t care to help your needy pussy.

he got up and grabbed the silver key he used to previously lock the basement door, glancing back at your distressed eyes one more time before leaving and slamming the door shut.

“maybe next time you won’t get some silly idea in that pretty little head of yours that you can raise your voice with me.”

#deku #yandere #bnha #my hero academia #yandere izuku #tired sigh #mha smut #deku smut #i hope it makes sense #im so tired #smut #i love him #i love him i love him i love him i love him

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kennythecarrot12 · 5 years

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I’m Leaving

Taken from one of my stories in AO3, maybe someone on this site might enjoy this.

Ever since Jumin and I came back from our honeymoon, I thought everything would change.

I mean, those days left at the resort were heaven. I spent so much time with my husband, it felt like a dream.

….was it?

We got back, and he got triple the work he usually got. Many businesses, contracts, projects, and deadlines were coming up and it felt like I was being pushed aside.

“Jumin, dear, I thought we could go out and see-” I try to say. “Not tonight, MC, I've got to work until late today. The office has been chaotic as of late. I'll be back later.”

And with that, he was gone. It's been this way for months.

I don't think I can live like this.

Because you don't listen to what is so close to you,

Only the outside noise

And I that I'm by your side disappear from your eyes

But… I wasn't helping either.

During his day off, he asked me:

“MC,” I turn to him on the bed. He stared at my eyes. “I was thinking we could go out and look for a new dress for yourself. Seems that you're in need for one.” I narrowed my eyes.

“I already made plans.” He seemed confused. “Which I've already told you. Two days ago.” I turn back to my side of the bed. “I told you I was going out with Yoosung to the park with his cat. You even told me,” I clear my throat. “Alright. Have fun.” I try to imitate his voice.

He only stares at me. I feel his body leave the bed, and I sit up to see where he's going.

He goes to the bathroom and shuts the door. I jump at the sudden noise.

After getting up and dressing up, I see him with his suit on and suitcase in hand.

“I thought it was your day off?” I ask before he heads out the door.

“I have plans now too.” and with that, he leaves before I can answer.

I'm not going to cry and say I don't deserve this,

Because it's probably that I deserve this but-

That day, I decided to cancel my meeting with Yoosung.

“Are you feeling alright, MC? You've never canceled on me… or anyone actually.” he says over the phone.

I sigh. “yeah, sorry Yoosung. I'm just… not in the mood, ya know?” I say. I felt bad for canceling on him but… I couldn't bear myself faking a smile when i felt rotten inside.

“Alright, but call me if anything comes up! You know you can count on me for anything!” I smile and nod, as if he could see me. “you bet.” and with that I hung up.

Jumin has been even more distant from that day on. He left on more overnight trips than usual, almost like he was asking for it.

I usually called Yoosung or Seven when I was feeling down, as they knew how to cheer me up easily. But I stopped calling.

I wanted to leave.

Leave this worthless life, being a wife that is not even loved.

Being a member in the RFA that didn't deserve their friendship.

--But I don't want It,

And that's why I leave

I began thinking about this a lot.

It would be best to leave. Jumin would be better off.

Before I knew it, I was sending letters to each of the RFA members. I thought it would be better to also send little things that remind me of them.

I told Yoosung that I was sorry for this, that I never meant to say goodbye this way. I kept thinking of my last words to him… but I couldn't remember no matter how hard I tried. In his package, I gave him LOLOL plush toys, of his and my avatars.

To Seven… I now knew what it would be like to run away from family. And that I was sorry I was doing it to him again. I wished him happiness. I gave him a cat plush toy with the words “God Seven” sewn into it.

To Zen… I wished him success in his career and that I would be watching him succeed. I truly appreciate him. I gifted him multiple face masks of his favorite and a copy of our first selfie together.

I wrote to Jaehee how I regret not spending as much time with her, as she was always busy because of Jumin. ‘I always begged Jumin to give you days off.’ I gifted her a coffee machine with her favorite type of coffee in it. I also gave her a poster of Zen.

To V…. I actually recorded to him. I knew he was losing his eyesight and was refusing treatment. I gifted him a photograph I took of him with his camera when Jumin and I came over. It was a picture of him looking at the sky.

“Hey, V. I um… I decided to leave. Leave RFA and… to leave Jumin. It's just… not been okay for me. I felt unloved. Lonely. I even…” I chuckled. “I even wanted to escape forever without telling anyone… the only difference here is that I'm saying goodbye.” I inhaled. “You will all hate me for leaving so suddenly, but… I hope you understand, V. You know… knew… Jumin the best. You know how he is,” I smiled. “He is perfect in my eyes…” a tear escaped my eye but I quickly wiped it off my face.

“But even perfection has flaws. I wasn't happy by his side. Don't get me wrong, we were okay for a while but… I was too lonely and too neglected. I just hope you can forgive me.” I give a sad smile and turn off the camera.

I send the tape to V’s home to arrive the day the letters will arrive to the other members.

The last one is Jumin.

Because I know that something better waits for me,

That which sweetens salt, and makes the sun come out

Me, that thought I would never leave you,

that this love was good and for life,

but today I understood that there isn't enough for both of us.

I went to a lawyer and got the divorce papers. It was easy to move around since Jumin was never around.

The bad thing was paying people off to be quiet about my whereabouts.

Except to Driver Kim. He asked where I would like to go, no questions asked. I trusted him.

Eventually, I got home with the papers ready and signed from my part.

I wrote to him now.

“Dear Jumin,

It's been a hard year. You've been away so long, and I couldn't take it anymore. I'm sorry that I couldn't tell you this in your face, but I knew that once I told you this, you would convince me to stay. I can't do that anymore. On the bed, I left the divorce papers. They're all signed from my side. When you sign them, call my mother and she will pick them up. Please don't try to contact me or tell Seven to locate me… it won't be possible. I'm sorry I couldn't be stronger for you. I'm sorry I didn't have what it takes to be with you. I'm sorry I never gave you a family like you always wanted. I'm sure someone better awaits for you.

Someone that isn't me.

Please take good care of yourself.

P.S. Please take good care of Elizabeth the 3rd, she seems to miss you a lot.

Signed,

I'm not going to cry and say I don't deserve this,

Because it's probably that I deserve this

but I don't want it

so that's why I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you and I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you

I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest as I leave the note next to the divorce papers. This wasn't going to be easy. But I need to leave.

To get away.

I pick up my luggage. I leave almost all my clothing, the one Jumin had bought me. I take the one I came into this home with. Mostly consisting of sweaters, leggings, t-shirts, underwear and such.

I inhale deeply as I pet Elizabeth the 3rd. A couple of tears escape.

“I'm sorry… that I'm leaving. If there was a way I could keep you, I would. I know how lonely you'll be here. Same as me… but even worse. You won't have me as company anymore.” Elizabeth purrs and rubs her head on my leg. I exhale.

I leave food and water for her.

A temptation comes from going in my phone. I sigh and log in the RFA chat.

Yoosung, Seven and Zen were in.

MC has entered the chat room.

Yoosung☆: MC! Hi hi hi!

707: MC!!!

707 : SO GLAD YOU'RE HERE!! ☆☆

707 : TELL ZEN HERE THAT CATS ARE THE BEST PLZ

ZEN: *annoyed emoji*

ZEN: There's no point in trying to convince me, I'm allergic lol

MC: hey guys

MC: leave Zen alone lmao he's allergic

ZEN: Finally someone with common sense!!

Yoosung☆: Hey MC you ok?? You haven't been missing your meals have you??

ZEN: Yeah, you have barely logged in this week

707: do u want me to come over?!?!?

707: Jumin is working late today right??? I can keep you company AND see Elly!!!

707: B☆O☆N☆U☆S☆!!

MC: lol I'm ok just tired

MC: and yeah he is working late as usual

MC: but don't worry I'm ok lol

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Jumin Han: Hello, MC. Are you and Elizabeth the 3rd doing alright?

MC : yeah.

Jumin Han: I'm glad.

707: ooooooooohhhh!!! Is our heir busy tonight?!?!?!

ZEN: *yet another annoyed emoji*

ZEN: That dude is always busy, I have a feeling MC is always alone;;

Yoosung☆: Yeah… me too.

Jumin Han: Nonsense. She understands I'm busy.

MC: …..

MC: I got to go. It was nice talking to you guys

MC : I love you all

707: awww!!

707 : *hearts emoji*

707: We love you back!!!!

Yoosung☆: have a good day MC! Don't skip meals!

ZEN: call if you need a friend, MC;;

Jumin Han: She has other people she can call other than you, Zen.

MC has left the chatroom.

You didn't realize you had been crying. That was your last chat with them.

You wipe the tears away and leave the phone beside the letter and divorce papers before leaving the penthouse.

You get some looks from people inside the building, as you were carrying luggage.

Once inside Driver Kim’s car, you told him to drive you to the airport. He seemed worried for you.

You smiled at him. “I'm… okay.” He nods and continues driving. Once there, there was no going back.

“Next flight to… New York… leaving in 10 minutes.” that was your call to your new life.

That Night.

Jumin opened the door to his penthouse, noticing how quiet it was.

A sudden ‘meow’ startled him. It was only Elizabeth the 3rd rubbing against his leg.

By now, he would be hearing MC giggling at the TV show she usually watched. But… the house seemed quiet. Too quiet.

“MC?” He asked out loud. “I'm home.” he was met with more silence.

He checked every room until he got in the bedroom.

He saw a couple of papers on the bed and MC’s phone. He looked confused.

Once picking up the papers, his face went white.

“W...What…?” He said to himself.

‘Divorce Documentation’ read at the top.

This wasn't possible. It couldn't be.

He saw how every page was signed by MC.

He then noticed the paper next to those.

It was a letter from MC. He read it, and hasn't realized he was crying. It was not often he cried, but…

He physically felt his heart shatter.

He had driven his wife away from him.

Jumin then grabbed the phone she left behind, to tell him any clue as to where she had gone off to.

Jumin signed on her RFA account.

MC has joined the chat room.

Jaehee Kang: Hello, MC. How are you?

MC: ljkip

Jaehee Kang: MC?

MC has left the chat room.

Jumin couldn't believe this.

He called his chief of security, telling everyone to see or find out where she went.

He spent all night and all day the next day looking for her.

Jumin received a call from Driver Kim.

Jumin answered immediately. “Yes?? Do you know?” there was a pause. “airport?”

He hung up.

He went to his bed, no, -their- bed and cried. She was gone.

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye to you and I leave

What a shame but goodbye

I say goodbye….

And I leave.

☆☆☆EXTRA☆☆☆

His phone suddenly started ringing. It was V.

“Jumin… please go to the RFA chat room. Something has happened.” Jumin immediately logs in from his account.

Jumin Han has entered the chat room.

Yoosung☆: Did anyone get a weird package from MC??? I haven't opened it yet

707: …….

ZEN: yeah… I did too. Open it, Yoosung.

Jaehee Kang: So did I…

Jaehee Kang: Mr. Han…..

V: I don't know what to say. She sent me a tape.

Yoosung☆: a tape?? Why you?? I only got a letter T_T

Yoosung☆: oh nvm there's stuff here!!!

V: She was worried I wouldn't be able to read because of my eyesight.

Jumin Han: She gave me divorce papers.

ZEN: ?????!???????

ZEN: what???

Yoosung☆: omg …

707: she's leaving?????

Jumin Han: She already left… she hasn't been in the penthouse since yesterday, around the time she came in last time.

Jaehee Kang: Wait, Mr. Han. Are you sure? She came in last night and wrote random letters and left.

Jumin Han: That was me. I wanted to see with my own eyes that this was her phone and her app.

ZEN: Wait so she's gone?

ZEN: what the HELL did you do Jumin!!?

Jumin Han: …..

Jaehee Kang: Zen… please. Mr. Han must be having a hard time right now. He hasn't come into work all day today.

Yoosung☆: ….. We were supposed to go roller skating next week. How could she leave us like that?

V: She was having a hard time, Yoosung…

Jumin Han: it's all my fault. If I had been home more often to be there for her… I shouldn't have been mean to her.

ZEN: mean??? So you admit to treating her badly????

V: Not in the way you think, Hyun.

ZEN: Then?? What the hell is going on?;;

707: Jumin

Jumin Han: ?

707: I know where she went, but I'm gonna need time to locate her exact spot as she has no cellphone

Jumin Han: Where is she????

Jumin Han: TELL ME!

707: New York, USA

Yoosung☆: …..

ZEN: How did you find out so quickly??

707: She used Jumin’s account to pay for the ticket with card, but it shows she deposited the same amount of money later on on his account in cash

Jaehee Kang: I can only assume that she didn't want to owe Mr. Han any money…

V: Are you going after her, Jumin?

Yoosung☆: Obviously he is!!!!

ZEN: Yeah… He can't just leave her;;

707: idk

Jumin Han: No.

Yoosung☆: ???????

Jumin Han: She left for a reason. I can't change that. She's as stubborn as…

Jumin Han: point is… she doesn't want to be found.

Jumin Han: I'm signing the papers.

Jumin Han has left the chat room.

#mystic messenger #jumin han #jumin x mc #angst

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behind-the-screen-of-bangtan · 5 years

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Autobiographic references in BTS discography

This post is part of the TSU. It belongs to the first part: Biography.

Suga explained in an interview that all their songs were personal and inspired by their own lives. However, there are some that appear as more biographical than others. Even though they decided to share these stories with us, it remains the boys’ life and as such, there won’t be in-depth analyses.

The origins: using 사투리 (Satoori) and talking about Korea

Korea used to be made of 8 provinces that all have their own culture and variation of language (called satoori). As the boys come from different places, they use different dialects that are sometimes different from standard Korean. For details, I let you refer to the analyses linked below.

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The point here is that while most of their songs are in standard Korean, there have been times where they used satoori. The biggest case is obviously “팔도강산” (Paldogangsan, meaning “the scenery of all parts of Korea” and titled “Satoori Rap” in English; lyrics here) but you can also find some in “어디에서 왔는지” (Where did you come from? Lyrics here) and “Ma City” (lyrics).

“Satoori Rap” and “Ma City” are also the occasion to teach us more about the land of Korea and some of its different regions.

You can refer to those explicative posts to appreciate all the references:

Doolsetbangtan’s translation and notes about “Satoori Rap” and “Ma City”

Muish’s ramblings about “Satoori Rap” and “Ma City”

DKDKTV’s explanation about “Satoori Rap”

Last detail about “Satoori rap”: it was originally a song released in 2011 by the rap line only (src)

More recently, BTS also showed Korean traditional culture to their fans through the song “IDOL” (lyrics). The lyrics, dance, outfits, and background all include elements from the Korean culture (see the post about “IDOL” for a list).

This is important on two levels.

First, South Korea has a heavy history of intern conflicts between the regions. One sadly famous fight is between the Jeolla province (J-Hope’s birthplace) and Gyeongsang (Suga, Jimin, V and Jungkook’s birthplace). Muish has a note about it and ARMY SALON made a complete post about the Gawngju uprising from May 18, 1980. It’s thus a meaningful move to integrate the different regions of Korea in one song, as a message of peace and a reminder that they’re all from the same country, as explained by RM in “Satoori Rap”:

“Why Keep Fighting Either way, they’re all in Korean Look up, and we look up at the same sky”

Note that however, the boys clearly stated that they made “Satoori Rap” “for fun” and to “diss each other” (src).

Second, K-pop is usually seen as a Korean copy of Western pop music. Integrating purely Korean elements thus counter this cliché. It seems there was a real intention of making Kpop evolve - or more exactly make it go back to what it was at the time of Seo Taiji and the Boys (see Vox article and this extract from COOLKKADANG EP. 312 (20190522)) - when the boys debuted. Not a purely commercial product but an art with a message. It would thus be important to call BTS a Kpop band because that way they can make the notion of Kpop evolve. The problem is that they redefined the genre so much it can’t really be conceived as K-pop anymore. The boys have also decided to rather focus on just doing their thing rather than being a superhero.

The introduction: 2, 3 방! 탄! 안녕하세요 방탄소년단입니다

BTS introduced themselves through several of their songs. The rap line explained to us how they got into hip-hop in “Skit: Circle Room Talk”, “길” (Road/Path), and later in Dark & Wild’s “힙합성애자” (Hip Hop Lover). You can find more about BTS and their relationship with Hip-Hop in the Socio-political narrative part here.

2 Cool 4 Skool plays its role as the first contact between BTS and the public. “Intro: 2 Cool 4 Skool” explains the goal of the group:

“2 cool 4 skool We tell our story on behalf of those in their 10s and 20s you take that”

The lyrics from “We Are Bulletproof pt.2” present the group and emphasize how they worked harder than anyone before debuting:

“At the practice room instead of school I danced and sang all night While you all played I lived my dream”

“Everywhere I go everything I do I’ll show myself as much as I’ve sharpened the knife All those people who’ve ignored me now Oh oh oh oh oh oh hey shout it out Oh if you’ve done as much as me throw a rock We go hard we’ve got no fear”

And in the first hidden track, “Skit: on the starting line”, RM talks about the feelings he had while he was a trainee.

An idol’s everyday life

BTS has kept us updated on their whereabouts through other songs. While “Skit: Circle Room Talk” and “Outro: Circle Room Cypher” were staged to sound like they were at school, even ending interrupted by the teacher for the skit, “Skit: R U happy now?” is closer to the boys’ idol life as it happens in a car before a fansign. It’s hard to know how much in their skits is scripted or not (RM talked about how they recorded skits in his Vlive about Her here, at 37:10, and said they had no script but they did talk about it beforehand and the recording was later edited) but all the following ones until 화양연화 Pt.2 will be about the boys’ lives as idol: in “Soulmate” they fool around in the studio, in “Expectation!” they want the first place in music shows and in “One night in a strange city”, they bicker after a concert. The last Skits to date are “Billboard Music Awards Speech” and “Skit: 망설임과 두려움” (Hesitation and Fear). The first one is about BTS’ being acknowledged in the US - and basically worldwide - and thus reaching yet another stage in their career while the second is about the doubts they have after reaching such a place.

There are two more songs about their everyday life: “Rain” that express their emotions on a rainy day and “이사” (Moving On), a song about their first dorm and all the memories it holds. It’s the place we see in Rookie King and during the first birthday party, that they left a bit before 화양연화 Pt.1 and “Moving On” were released. They then settled in the one we see in the first Bon Voyage and in the 2015 Festa.

I’ll also quickly mention “Spring Day” here because the lyrics were inspired by the friendship between RM and Suga, the two members that have been together for the longest time - since 2010.

Interestingly all these songs (except “Spring Day”) are focused on a moment: the skits are little sketches while “Rain” and “Moving On” are about a specific emotion they had at a certain time.

Bangtan’s rise

Opposite to those works about one specific episode, there’s a whole other series of songs, this time dedicated to BTS’ constant hard work since pre-debut. Songs by BTS for BTS, songs that help them stay aware of what they’ve accomplished and what their next goals are. It started with the confidence of getting more and more popular in “진격의 방탄 (Rise of Bangtan)” after the success of 2 Cool 4 Skool:

“Who are we? The rising Bulletproof Boy Scouts Who are we? We swallow them all up without fear Cuz we got fire, fire fire Get higher, higher higher If you don’t know us, then take a good look Who are we? Who? The rise of Bangtan”

Then before they’ve realized it, they’re celebrating their second year of activity in Dark & Wild’s “2학년” (2nd Grade):

“In the blink of an eye, I become a second grader The me who only used to chase my dreams now sets fire on the stage”

“Rise of Bangtan” gains a younger sibling in 화양연화 Pt.1 with “흥탄소년단 / Fun Boyz”. Each member has his own part to tell his story and brag about how they’re fun to hang out with, succeeding at remaining friendly while doing so and not sounding full of themselves.

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life has also more serious songs about their hard work, namely “Dope” and “Baepsae”. However, as these songs can also apply to the whole generation BTS belongs to, they’ll be considered in details in the Socio-political narrative part. Same with “Not Today”.

“Never Mind” is in the same vein of “I can and will do it” but with a darker vision:

“NEVER MIND NEVER MIND No matter how thorny the road is, run NEVER MIND NEVER MIND There are lots of things in the world that you can’t help You better NEVER MIND NEVER MIND If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot NEVER MIND NEVER MIND We’re too young and immature to give up, you idiot NEVER MIND If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot If you feel like you’re going to crash then accelerate more, you idiot NEVER MIND”

“Whalien 52″ brings a sadder note to their journey as they reveal this path is not only hard but also full of loneliness.

They’re also aware the dream will eventually end. “Epilogue: Young Forever” is very realistic about it:

“It can’t be mine forever The applause I say to myself shamelessly Project your voice higher, farther Even though there isn’t an eternal audience I’m going to sing I want to be myself today forever I want to be a young forever”

Yet, it’s not enough to make them give up so they keep singing, they keep believing and thus followed “Outro: Wings”:

I trust myself, Since the reason why my back hurts Is so that wings can sprout I believe me, you, though the beginning may be humble, The future will be prosperous

It’s not stated explicitly but the boys explained in later songs that those wings were given by ARMY. Thus the fans saved the artists that had saved them first.

WINGS also contains a series of solo songs that have been the occasion for most of the boys to look and see where they are now: Jungkook thanks his hyungs for raising him in “Begin”, Jimin misses his innocence in “Lie”, Suga remembers how his love for music started with a brown piano in “First Love”, RM philosophizes about the world in “Reflection” and even hints the thematic of self-love, J-Hope thanks his mother for always supporting him until he succeeded in “Mama” and Jin admits he may never be the best but he’ll still try his hardest in “Awake”. It doesn’t seem “Stigma” has biographical elements, it’s rather centered around the BU story.

The Love Yourself series initiates a whole new reflection that’ll be considered in a future post.

BTS shared a lot with us, be it their convictions, their stories, or their cultures. While they started with the idea of protecting the youth, they’ve eventually evolved in friends of the youth and they renounced to this superhero mission. In the same way, they constantly promise to aim higher and to work harder but they’ve learned to enjoy the present as everything will eventually come to an end.

#BTS #TSU #Biography

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bluenet13 · 6 years

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3, 2, 1... And a Happy New Year (?)

I think we can all agree I don’t know how to write a @densi-mber drabble because this, again, is longer than it should be. Also, this time the whole team decided they wanted to be included, but Densi is still majorly present.

10…

From across the room, the blonde man looked at his princess with the mismatched eyes and smiled lovingly.

9…

Her cheeks flushed and she returned the smile, her eyes full of the love and concern that was always present in them.

8…

The senior partners looked at their younger teammates and then at each other, wondering, not for the first time, how they had ended up in their current predicament.

-x-x-x-

The day has started out like any other. Except for the fact that it was December 31st, the last day of the year and one meant for joy and celebration. This year it fell on a Sunday, a much-needed respite for a NCIS team who had faced much heartbreak during the last 12 months.

The year had begun without one of their own, victim of a helicopter crash and still healing from said event, and at the time they didn't felt things could get any worse.

Then they had lost the "father" of the team. A man who came as a stranger, apparently set in destroying their team, but who left forever as a member of their family, and leaving open a void they would never be able to refill.

Then came the biggest disaster and chaos of any of their careers, when they had lost a woman who was literal family to one of them, but figurative family to all the rest. Leaving them all feeling guilty, full of what ifs, and despising the old enemy who had managed to take her away from them.

Then, out of nowhere, the "mother" of the team left. This has happened in the past, so none of them thought much of it. But, this time months had already passed, and they still knew nothing of her whereabouts. Apparently, this time it was really final, and she had abandoned them without explanation or goodbye.

They, sadly, learned that things could get much worse, and from a moment in which they almost lost one, somehow they ended up losing three.

One was to fate, the other to evil and the last one to choice.

But no matter how it happened, all three had been a part of them, as much as their own past and personalities. And now those parts had been taken away, leaving them feeling inadequate and lost.

New Year's Eve was the perfect day to lay all those demons to rest, to leave the darkness of 2017 behind and hopefully step into the light that 2018 would bring. As such, they had decided to celebrate it together and given that an empty house or a boat were not really a home, they chose to spend it at the house of the young and engaged couple of the team. Full of Christmas decoration, a nice tree, and with a large table, ready for all the good food that the guests would bring, it was the perfect location for all of them to finally smile again.

-x-x-x-

7…

The young detective moved his arms up and down the surface currently pressing against them.

6…

While the young female agent tried to wiggle free.

5…

And the big man and man of many mysteries kept trying to find a way out.

-x-x-x-

The young couple woke up bright and early, thinking of all they needed to do in order to get the house ready for their family to come welcome the New Year with them. While, at another part of town, another young couple, this time not of field agents, but tech geniuses, were already up, preparing their part of the meal and thinking of the fun times that lay ahead. At the same time, near the water, a big man was leaving his boat to go pick up his children at the airport, eager to hug them and have them close to him again. Lastly, at yet another different neighborhood, this time in a house that had seen a lot more furniture in the past, a senior agent had barely slept, deciding instead to practice his Russian, not knowing when it could come in handy.

The day was sunny, but not too hot, and the sky was almost entirely blue, with only some clouds to add some shading into its perfection. The day felt fantastic and if it was any indication of the year to come, all team members, thought it couldn't get any better than that.

Unfortunately, for a team of trained law enforcement officers things never happen as they should or as were expected, and somehow all their plans were meant to be thrown out the window.

It started with the same text message arriving to all their phones, followed by displeased grunts and disappointed sighs in each of the previously mentioned locations.

Some stolen weapons from Camp Pendleton had finally resurfaced and NCIS had received a *vetted* tip about a meeting happening later in the day in which those weapons were supposed to be auctioned between three of LA's most violent gangs.

It was supposed to be quick, an in-and-out case, without much trouble or concern, given the research and vetting process had already been done by the local agency who shared the information with them. Still, it was the worst possible time for the tip to arrive. All team members needed the break and time to enjoy with each other, but criminals never rested, not even on New Year's Eve and evidently not in the City of Angels.

-x-x-x-

4…

All four field agents were currently lost inside their own heads. All of them wondering what else could possibly lay ahead and that neither of them was ready to die just yet…

-x-x-x-

Preparations were quickly made and the team had gone to the armory to grab their weapons and vests, all eager to get this over with, so they could get back to their already made plans.

This small detour had certainly put a dent in said plans, but as agents and cop, they were all trained in the art of adaptation and making the best out of every possible situation. So even if their dinner couldn't be as great, they still expected to receive the New Year together, with the family they all had chosen for themselves.

Two hours after they all had arrived into the mission, except for the big man who took a little bit longer considering he had to pick up and drop his children back at the boat, all four team members were leaving the building and getting into their cars, ready to ceremoniously crash the bad guys' meeting.

The Challenger and SUV parked two blocks away from the warehouse and the three agents and detective started getting ready. Checking their main weapons, strapping back-ups to different parts of their bodies, along with knives and a grenade for good measure, and ultimately putting on vests. This was not the day for accidents, for mistakes or for more misery, so they all took a little extra time to make sure they had everything they needed and that they were protected in every possible way.

The walk to the building was quick, each individual reviewing their assigned location and required actions, again not wanting for this day to turn out even worse than it already had, considering they should be at home getting ready for a party, and not getting ready to breach a place full of the worst this world had to offer.

The two senior agents took the front, while the two junior partners went to the back. They all checked their coms and everything was working just fine, all four agents connected with each other and with the rest of the family back in ops. The plan was set, the team was in place, backup was close by, and the bad guys were clueless to what was coming for them… or so the team thought…

-x-x-x-

3…

All their minds were currently in the past, lost in better and happier times, leaving them all feeling nostalgic and wondering why time always had to keep moving forward…

The blonde man remembered his earlier New Year's, how happy times with a loving mom and dad had turned into days full of alcohol, blood, pain, tears and screams. But then how they got replaced by happiness, laughs, good food and better company. First from his mother, then from the few friends he had manage to make along his life and ultimately to the team who had become the family he never thought we would get.

The brunette woman remembered the man who had raised her and the one she had to thank for the agent but more importantly the person, she was today. Then to the years in the streets and eventually to finding her own way, her own team, and her own family, to reconnecting to her mother, and finally getting to the point where she could enjoy all the good things life had to offer.

The big man remembered his childhood in a military family, always talking about his dreams and eager to grow up so he could be a military man just like his father. To the point when he became a Navy Seal, the New Year's overseas and the company of his fellow servicemen. To meeting the woman of his dreams and the devastation of having her taken away. Ultimately leading to that day's morning, and the moment he hugged his children, realizing again that everything had been worth it.

The man with the striking blue eyes remembered the foster homes. Some holidays had been good, other had been full of fear and pain, and others had been spent alone when he had managed to run away. Then his mind wandered to the tiny lady who had saved him and had given him the opportunity of his life. That opportunity led to a partner, who became a brother, and who unselfishly shared his family with him. And had ended in a family far bigger than he could ever have expected.

All their minds got back to the present when they started listening to footsteps approaching the closed door that had been keeping them trapped in the current room.

-x-x-x-

The team leader had given the "3, 2, 1… ready to breach signal" and all three men and woman had entered the building, already expecting the surprised expressions in the criminal faces but ready for the fight they were still sure to give them.

But the building was completely empty.

The call seemed to have been a ruse.

And no bad guys were in the premises.

Still they had to be sure and do their jobs, so they all took a different path and started clearing each room, making sure no one was really there before they abandoned the warehouse and returned to the mission and to their more fun plans.

None of them were expecting the quick attacks that came, and they all got quickly overpowered. Together they were almost unbeatable, but separated in four different paths, and breaching a building that was supposedly empty, they had all been left vulnerable and at the mercy of the men lurking in the shadows.

The blonde man was taken down with a strong headlock, the brunette woman with a piece of cloth to her mouth and nose, the big man with a hit to the head, and the blue-eyed man had gone willingly after a voice at his back had told him they had his team, while pointing a cocked gun to his head, which was then violently lowered into his temple, forcing him as unconscious as his teammates…

-x-x-x-

2…

The footsteps were getting closer, and all four team members tensed in anticipation of who or what would come for them when the door finally opened.

They all thought of themselves, but that didn't caused much.

But when their minds wandered to the people they would leave behind, then they started to panic.

As agents, and cop, they were all ready to give up their lives for each other or for the greater good, still none of them really wanted to be the one to abandon their love ones and die on New Year's Eve.

-x-x-x-

All four agents had woken up with their hands tied behind their backs around four wood pillars located in the center of a room and facing each other. They had all been disoriented, given the not so gentle ways in which they had been taken down.

For a while no one spoke, all of them hoping to wake up in their own beds at any second and learning that all this had just been a bad dream. Still, time passed and they all remained awake, indicating that this was not a dream but the sad realities they faced.

The detective was the first to speak, making a joke which no one found really funny but still laughed at, and succeeding in his plan to alleviate a bit of the tension that was present in the air.

Even in the current situation, the blonde man smiled at his princess lovingly, and she returned the smile with a look of love and concern. All this while the senior partners just wondered how the day had gone so wrong, for them to find themselves in this current predicament.

-x-x-x-

1…

The door finally opened and all three agents and liaison officer held their breaths in anticipation.

Who had taken them and why?

Were they in the same warehouse or were they taken to a different location?

Was this person going to kill them or had other plans for them?

However, the people at the other door were certainly not who they expected and they all looked at each other in surprise and confusion when Executive Assistant Director Shay Mosley, Special Agent Harley Hidoko, Tech Operator Eric Beale and Intelligence Analyst Nell Jones stepped into the room.

"Happy New Year," Beale screamed excitedly, completely ignoring that all field members of his team were still tied up to posts, all looking a bit flustered and now even more confused and disoriented.

Still, the current situation could only happen to them and Deeks was the first one to burst out laughing. Followed by Kensi and eventually ending with all members of the family, even their usually stoic AD, laughing while they wished each other a Happy New Year.

Each of the new occupants of the room proceeded to free one of the still restrained team members, finally liberating them from the physical bonds, and the darkness and fears of their minds, those at least for the time being.

As soon as the rope felt to the ground the blonde man ran to his princess hugging her tightly and kissing her on the lips. For once, not caring about displays of affection in the workplace, much needing the proximity and reassurance than they were still alive and happily together.

The big man saw the exchange with sadness in his eyes, wishing that he could get home to do the same thing with the love of this life. His partner watched the emotions play out on his face and read his thoughts perfectly… He walked towards him and just stood there watching for some seconds, eventually deciding to reach out and hug the man that for all intents and purposes was as close to his brother as anyone would ever be. The exchange was kind of uncharacteristic, but it was what they needed at the time, and it was the perfect reminder to the lost senior agent that no matter how he felt, he was, nor would he ever be alone. His partner was not his wife but the company and reassurance was still greatly cherished and appreciated.

Each set of partners was brought out of their current moments by their boss saying that it was time to leave that hellhole. They all step out of the room in order, and started the walk towards the outside world and the cars that would take them home. A whole team of agents and officers in tactical gear was waiting outside, not exactly knowing what they would find when they got to the location they had discovered to be holding their missing team members, they had decided to bring in the cavalry and, if necessary, go in guns blazing.

They all got into the big SUV that the ops team had driven together and started making their way back into the City of Angels and the mission that was as much as a home as any. During the road back home the field agents learned how the supposedly vetted tip had been a trap from an old enemy wanting to get revenge on the team. Also, how the remaining team members had worked tirelessly to discover who was behind the attack and where the agents and cop had been taken to. And eventually to how they had planned the breach and rescue, once they had learn of said location. Ultimately, leading to the unusual New Year moment they had just experienced and to the current conversation in the car.

-x-x-x-

The day had started full of hope and eagerness for the celebrations that laid ahead. Unfortunately, plans were forced to change and the team could not welcome the New Year as expected, still at least, they had been together at the time the clock needle had moved, signaling a new hour, a new day, and a new year.

When they finally reached LA they were surprised to find themselves heading into the boatshed and not the mission. Stepping out of the car and into the building they were even more surprised to find it all decorated, with a new long-table in the middle, covered in delicious-looking dishes, with a fully-decorated Christmas tree on the side, and most significant, all the important people in their lives waiting for them.

Kamran and Aiden quickly moved to hug their father, both silently thanking anyone willing to listen that he hadn't been taken from them as well.

Julia and Roberta moved to their respective child and to the most important person in each other's lives, both not so silently berating them for scaring them and asking when would they finally become husband and wife, signaling the beginning of their *new* lives together.

Anna moved to Callen and looked him up and down, wanting to make sure he was really in one piece before finally moving to wrap her arms around him and kissing him on the cheek.

After hellos were said, and each family member or friend could really make sure that the four previously missing individuals were truly okay, they all proceeded to sit on the table to enjoy what was meant to be a New Year's dinner, all of them wondering and some even outwardly asking how they had managed to set up such dinner in that short amount of time. No one responded, but Hidoko, Beale and Nell subtly looked at AD Mosley, who just slightly smiled before grabbing a fork and starting on her food.

The day clearly hadn't gone as any of them had wanted or expected but ultimately none of them could complain, because they at least were together, sharing a nice meal and moment with their close ones, a luxury they knew many other people didn't have, and one none of them wanted to take for granted. The current moment would soon become another part of their memories, and it would most likely be used in the future to sustain and save them when the next disaster struck.

After all food was consumed, beverages drank, laughs shared and thanks given, the four agents noticed three empty chairs at the end of the table, along with a fully set up table in front of each of them. In place of a person, a candle was set in each, and they all knew who they belonged to…

To the one who had been taken by fate, the one taken by evil and the one taken by choice.

None of them fully absent, but neither fully present, and certainly never forgotten.

New Year's Eve was a day for joy and celebration, but also for sadness and nostalgia, a small representation of the roller-coaster that every year always brought, and this specific year it had been a clear symbol of that. Life was not perfect, and it would never be, they would continue to mourn their loses, and sadly they were most likely to continue losing more, because in life nothing was eternal and the only thing you could really do was enjoy the time that was given to you. That night each person left the boatshed ready to face the New Year full of hope and confidence that 2018 would be better, but full knowing that even if it wasn't, they would all be there to keep holding each other. Before getting in each of their cars, they all individually looked at the sky, wishing a Happy New Year (or maybe new life) to their missing family members and thanking all the gods for the ones still at their sides…

Happy New Year and thanks for making my experience of loving my favorite show even better ;)

#Densi-mber #densi-mber drabble #too long to be a drabble #happy new year #ncisla #NCIS Los Angeles #densi #mashmaiden #densi-mber writing prompts

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dhawkesnest · 5 years

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Loose Ends Part I (re-post)

Trigger Warning: Violence and Adult Language

Part I – Ghosts of the Past Working outside the Crystal Griffin was customary for shopkeeper Renelle Devereux. Her store; nestled in amongst the storefronts in Ishgard; could be described as her home as well as her job. However, Ren’s ‘job’ consisted of significant amounts of travel. Some of it was spent climbing over rocks and sifting through mines looking for new rock and mineral specimens or usable plants for herbs. The rest spent seeking out merchants to make purchases from. She had seen her fair share of Eorzea since she had opened the store, both the cities and the rural areas. Each location had its charm and held a special place in her heart; not only for its scenery but for its share of wonderful items to buy, sell, or collect.

It was business that had brought her to Kugane, their markets filled to the brim with obscure treasures she had never seen before, let alone sold. Renelle had hoped to foster good contacts with a few of the merchants in the city, though she still managed to fit in time for fun as well. One of her favorite things during her free time was to meander through the markets searching for things to add to her own collection, or for gifts to give to her adopted family. It was during one of these excursions that her trip took its turn.

The occasional solitude her career path afforded her was not bothersome, but a comfort. Living amongst her adopted family helped her to see that while she might be by herself, she was never truly ‘alone’. It helped that they were often chattering over the linkpearl in her ear. Discussions, amorous exchanges, or arguments; whatever the flavor of the day was. Renelle had become acclimated to the way things were. The time she had spent on her own had also taught her important life lessons, one being that a person could only hide from their past for so long. She had seen it several times with others in the past. You couldn’t run forever.

So when a fortune teller at a booth in Kugane pulled Ren aside and indicated that someone from her past was going to re-emerge, she was disappointed, but not entirely surprised.

At the time, Renelle had considered letting the others know that there might be trouble, but it was a thought that she’d quickly dismissed as she wandered the streets after the discussion with the old woman, considering the card reader’s words. Normally, such cautions could be cast aside as merely the words of a con-woman, but Renelle could feel a change in the narrative that was her life. She wasn’t concerned about what could happen; there was no panic in her heart or ice in her veins. More importantly, she knew that it was time to finally face these upcoming events on her own.

Ever since that day years earlier, when he’d come to Ishgard pressing for information of the potential whereabouts of Ellemeare Valastriehl, there had been a niggling feeling within her that this would not be their last encounter. Despite her warnings for him to stay out of it and mind his own business. Renelle had lead him to believe that she was merely guarding the Hyurian woman at the time; betraying nothing of the truth; and her warnings had been grave. But when had her father ever done anything that didn’t benefit himself?

Father… if he could be called that. She scoffed as she had thought this to herself, moving amongst the crowd after the old woman’s advice had been presented to her. The cautioning from the woman had occurred several days before now, and from that day forward she had become hyper-aware of every face; every person she came into contact with. The last few days in the city had been fruitless both for her business but also for finding any familiarity amongst the residents of Kugane. So she focused on what to do in the interim.

It was milling about in the small streets of Shirogane that she first caught sight of a face that she was acquainted with. However, it was not the man she had been expecting and avoiding for more than six years of her life. Instead, it was one of her father’s many cronies; the self-same man that had happened upon her in the marketplace in Ul’dah years ago. This man, who had led her to panic and was the instrument in the death of Renelle’s only friend at the time. Even now, the thought ran through her head. Had he not made his appearance, Alderic would still be alive.

Renelle hadn’t reacted to the sight of him outwardly, despite not knowing at first whether she had been seen. Waiting near a column in the small market district, she watched as the older gentleman spoke with a merchant, a picture tightly clutched in weathered hands. Ren had forgotten how long it had been; the man had aged significantly. There was more than a peppering of gray hair amongst the black hair on his head, thinning where he was beginning to go bald at the top. Yet she could tell by the way he held himself that he had maintained himself physically; a requirement to continue working for her father, no doubt. Yet she still knew him by sight, remembered the sneer on his face as he’d gripped her wrist and attempted to pull her away from the security of the Ul’dahn crowds. There was no question in her mind that the picture was of Ellemeare, or possibly even a more recent photograph of herself. Ren’s eyes narrowed as she watched him turn his back to her and make his way up the stairs towards the apartments rising up into the distance. If she had the presence of mind to bring her bow that day, it would have been easy to put an arrow in him, to fell him with his back to her like that, but then that would have brought the wrath of the Sekiseigumi down upon her. That would have been trouble that even her adopted family’s money would not have been able to save her from. She didn’t need a fortune teller to predict where he was headed and what would happen. The ‘hunter’ would find what he was looking for, a currently abandoned apartment room. He would lie in wait, hoping to catch her unawares. With all the cards laid before her, Renelle could see all the options she had in taking care of the situation. Telling her family was one such option; as was running away. Both considerations were discarded.

As she watched him with those brilliant blue-green eyes, gaze on his back as he ascended the shallow steps of Shirogane, Renelle reached up and turned off her linkpearl.

I warned him years ago in Ishgard. I am not the timid little mouse he knew so many years ago in my youth. I am no longer the uncontrollable blaze that is more likely to burn myself alive. Let him settle in to wait for me, there is nowhere in that apartment for him to hide.

I warned you, father, about playing with matches.

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alanakusumas · 7 years

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Title: A Letter to Jake McKenzie (An Officer McKenzie fic, Slight JakexMC)

Follow along the audio post by reading Rebecca McKenzie’s letter here

Characters: Officer Rebecca McKenzie, Jake McKenzie, M/C Word Count: 2746 Summary: Rebecca thought he was out of her life for sure. It’s been far too long. Since he disappeared, she has mourned, stored away the memories, and moved on with her life. That is, until a glimmer of hope resurfaced into her life, reviving her determination to search for Jake again.

Author’s Note: The soundcloud audio and visual of the letter are just ADDITIONAL COMPONENTS! You can still enjoy the fic without reading the letter or listening to Rebecca’s audio post. The letter is in the story, just separated in chunks between Rebecca’s memories. I just got really into this story so added a lil something extra.

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“Okay, Becca, your turn!” Your friends giggle excitedly between countless sips of wine. They all turn their heads to you, eyes glistening with anticipation with what’s to come. “Truth, or dare?”

“Oh, you know me,” You raise your glass and shoot a wink at your friend who raised the question, “I always play it safe. Truth.” A collective groan is heard amidst your circle of friends.

“Fine,” She tuts, “If you had to pick just one, who is your best friend in the entire world?”

Each one of them lean in, hoping their own name will slip out of your mouth, but in your drunken state you could not bring yourself to draft up some bullshit excuse solely to stroke their ego. In truth, your best friend, who can never be replaced, is your cousin, your ‘brother’, your partner-in-crime, Jacob Lucas McKenzie.

“I-“ You begin, “It’s my cousin, Jacob. Jake for short, and he calls me Reb,” You mutter the last part. “We were born a year apart, him being a year younger than me. We’re both only childs, so we consider each other siblings.” A sudden wave of reminiscence sends shivers down your spine. “I feel like it’s a mutual understanding between us, that despite whatever is going on with our lives, we’ll always be each others’ number ones.” As those last few words slip through you, you begin to ponder whether that statement still stays true. “He’s serving in the military right now. It’s been eight months since I’ve last seen him,” You say, almost in a whisper, your heart twisted with nostalgia. “I wonder if he’s okay.”

You feel one of your friends rub circles on your back, reassuring you that it’ll eventually be okay, and you seize the opportunity to lean on her shoulder and shut your eyes tight, replaying and grasping onto any visual memories you have of your cousin, your best friend, Jake McKenzie.

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Your eyes flutter open, welcoming the dim moonlight, which glows through your window and lit up the ceiling you wake to.

Ever since you shared that moment of truth with your girlfriends, nobody had heard anything from Jake. It felt like you’d jinxed his fate.

You remember exactly what had happened the day the news spread: the phone call, your aunt – Jake’s mom - interrogating you for answers when you certainly didn’t have any, you rushing to your room and searching every social media platform for clues as to where Jake is…It was a nightmare you couldn’t escape for weeks, months, and even to this day. Everybody was certain that he was out of their lives for sure, and forever. It seemed like that for quite a while.

Until, just last week, an unexpected glimmer of hope appeared out of the blue. She persuaded you not to give up yet.

And you don’t intend to.

Exhilaration tingling your mind and soul, you swing yourself out of bed and walk over to your desk, switching your desk light on. You grab your favourite black pen from your stationary holder and tear a piece of lined paper off your notepad.

Even though the chances your cousin might read this are slim, you’ve mustered up your anger and distress for way too long. It was time to let those thoughts flow out of your mind and into the ink.

My dearest Jake –

No, too sappy.

Hey, scrub –

Would he appreciate that? That the first words he reads from you after almost a decade is, “Hey, scrub?”

Jake –

You scratch that too. This is not going well. You snatch the paper from your table and crumple it up, ripping a fresh page from your notepad once again. “It’s just another letter Reb, don’t overthink it,” You try to reassure yourself.

Hey, Jake,

It’s been eight years.

I know you’re out there somewhere, that you haven’t abandoned us for the sake of abandoning us. I always knew you had a reason, and I’m so glad I got to find out why before either of us disappeared off the face of this earth.

I remember I was so heated when your mom called me, crying on the phone as she told me that you went AWOL. I was blinded by my own selfishness, that it made me believe you betrayed us, that you betrayed ME.

And I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I ever doubted you. I miss you so much. I really, really, really miss you. There doesn’t go a day where your whereabouts don’t cross my mind. Family reunions have never been the same since you disappeared.

Tears begin to well up in your eyes, and you allow them to flow down your cheeks, as there is no need to hold anything back this late at night.

Remember when we used to play hide-and-seek with our cousins, and when it was your turn to be “it”, you never searched for any of them except me, and we would just sit on the swings and wait for them to come out an hour later, all pissed at us? Those were really good times; I wish we could go back. I asked why you picked me, out of all of them, to be your sidekick, and you couldn’t think of an answer. All you said was, “You get me.”

And I still do. I get you. I know you. And I hope you still know me too.

The scribbling stops short. Jake probably doesn’t want to hear you spilling your heart out over and over again. You blink away the remaining tears. What would he like to hear about?

…Anyway…I joined the LAPD! I attended and graduated from the police academy as soon as I finished college. You actually inspired me to join, Jake. I thought we could, you know, continue our misfit character arcs and be the dynamic service duo cousins in the family. But that’s not the case now, is it?

Despite our circumstances, I still love how things turned out for me, career wise. I work with a team of brilliant-minded people, and when shit gets intense down in L.A., there’s no doubt they know how to handle it. Sure I’ve gotten roughed up a few times here and there, but I haven’t died yet, so there’s that. Fun fact: I met Cassandra Leigh and Hayley Rose while on duty one time (almost got shot, but no biggie)! I don’t know where you are, but I hope you’ve heard of at least one of them, especially pop sensation Hayley Rose. (P.S. In case you haven’t heard, she got decapitated. Yikes.)

You inhale deeply, allowing that breath of air to hold you still and bring your thoughts to a halt. All of this…rambling is only delaying you from saying what you actually need to get out. What seemed like a brief moment in your memories, was in truth a battle of emotions you never imagined you’d have to face again.

It seemed like yesterday, your phone buzzed and lit up at 3AM from a message request on Facebook. You couldn’t sleep anyway, so you decided to check who it was from. The bright light blinded you, but you made out the name, “M/C”. Her message was typed out like a plea, a last attempt for help.

“Hi Rebecca,

I’m M/C. I apologize because this may seem very out of the blue, and it probably is. Please don’t click away thinking this is a hoax; what I’m telling you is the truth. And for reasons you can figure out by yourself, I can’t be too specific.

…I have reasons to believe your cousin was the pilot who flew me to my destination two years ago. I know, this sounds bizarre, and before you ask me “Which cousin?” A) It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, I can’t. Not here. B) Deep down, you know which one. I’m not telling you this because I’m some random passenger who suddenly found an interest in the mysterious pilot who flew her to an island two years ago. He was my friend, a close one at the very least, but he disappeared after I flew home (as you can figure out why). I was wondering if we could meet sometime this month. I’m sure you’d like some answers, and I want some proof that he’s not a figment of my imagination post-travels.

However, if you’re at peace with your closure and don’t want to visit this subject again, I completely understand and apologize for interrupting your routine. I won’t contact you again.

Thank you for your time.

- M/C”

You bite down on your lip. Jake didn’t usually post anything on Facebook. However, the one time he made his presence known on social media, he made sure to drag you in it as well.

You’re the one who snapped his profile picture, the one he’s had up for over ten years. It’s a candid of his seventeen year-old self; seated in front of you at your favourite local coffee shop back home. He’s leaning forward, arms crossed in front of him as he glances out the window and onto the quiet morning streets of Shreveport. The sun rays hit his face and grey sweater in two streaks, causing him to squint at the brightness that’s overshadowed him. It was the perfect contrast from the mellow, dim lighting inside the café, so you seized the artistic opportunity and snapped the image of your cousin. Little did you know, he would garner a liking to the photo as well, and ask to use it as his profile picture – not that you would mind. “Photo creds, @Rebecca McKenzie,” he simply captioned it. That’s where M/C probably found you.

I met M/C last week. She reached out to me on Facebook, after curiously searching your profile. Don’t worry, she didn’t expose any information about you online. She’s smarter than that (though you probably already knew).

I was hesitant at first, but I was also desperately clinging onto any last hope I had of you, Jake. I put my full trust in her – this stranger who messaged me on a whim - and she returned it ever-so graciously.

Do you wanna know how M/C looked, when she walked into my apartment? She had her hair tied up in a high ponytail, and sunglasses tucked at the top of her head. She wore a green v-neck tee, and paired it off with blue jeans and white sneakers. Her eyes shone vibrantly, and she carried a smile that could light up the entire night sky. No wonder she captured your attention.

She’s incredibly, and effortlessly beautiful, Jake. A little bit on the younger side (no judgment here, cuz), but beautiful on the inside and out nonetheless.

She shared all the wild adventures the two of you had in La Huerta, from your first encounter in your cockpit (Princess, really?) to the last time she had you in her arms, and how you stuffed your dog tag in her hands, reminding her that you’ll be thinking of her every step of the way. M/C offered to let me keep your dog tag, or to gift it to your parents. She thinks we deserve the memory of you more than she does, a college girl who’d spent less than a month with the pilot who brought her and her classmates a lifetime’s worth of adventure. I didn’t take it from her, of course. There’s a reason you gave it to her, and besides, I have enough memories of you as it is.

When my fingers grazed your dog tag, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Every part of me shuddered. I had real evidence in my hands, that you are somewhere out there. You’re somewhere out there, making a means to an end, living the life you believe you’ve been destined for.

M/C filled me in on why you deserted your station, the whole Lundgren situation and all. I swear to god Jake, if I could, and if I ever get the opportunity to kill him, I will. His worthless life deserves to be put behind bars, not you. I’ve never wanted to strangle anyone more than I do with him.

Your fingers twitch a little at the thought of Lundgren. The thought of him - even a simple task such as writing his name down - makes your blood boil with revenge.

You rub your arm soothingly, attempting to rid the goosebumps that have raised underneath your skin, and try to recall the good, the better memories M/C had of Jake. While it was truly magical that you had someone at your dining table, resurrecting your compassion and hope for your long-lost cousin, what was even more magnificent was the fierce passion M/C had in her eyes when she talked about him. You watched her pupils dilate at any mention of Jake, how they gleamed underneath your kitchen’s warm lighting as she vividly described every detail of the short time they spent in La Huerta, and how she rubs the dog tag in her hand, as if it reassured her that this was real, her memories are real, Jake is real.

In that moment, you realized that the woman sitting in front you - your last glimmer of hope, “Princess” - was hopelessly and selflessly in love with your cousin, Jacob Lucas McKenzie.

And there was nothing either one of you can do about it.

Do you love her, Jake, like she loves you? She didn’t tell me specifically, but actions speak louder than words. It’s been two years and she’s still clinging onto some hope that maybe one day – just one day, you’ll be in each others arms again. And I would like nothing more for you to be happily fulfilled with your life, with her alongside.

I cannot even begin to imagine the horrors you’ve had to face these past eight years. It’s so messed up. I completely understand if you want to throw your past away and leave it all behind, Jake. But please don’t let this potential future slip away from your hands, just because you’re scared. She’s scared too. But she’s just as feisty, as stubborn, and as determined as you are, Jake; which means she’s not willing to give up on you yet. And I know deep down, there doesn’t go a day where she doesn’t cross your mind, either.

I love you, Jake. All I want for you is to chase the life you want to live. Don’t give up yet. Because I haven’t. And if I haven’t, you know I’ll find a way. One day, Jake. One day you’ll see the woman you’re meant to be with, again.

I miss you. Wherever you are, take care of yourself, okay? I’ll protect M/C to the best I can, no matter what happens.

Love, Reb.

#playchoices #jake mckenzie #endless summer #most wanted #officer mckenzie #rebecca mckenzie #my writing #es ff

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mygangtome · 7 years

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Where They've Been, Where They Are Now - Jonas Armstrong

He was the man in the hood with the bow, with a cheeky grin and stirring speeches. Now it’s time to find out what Jonas Armstrong has been doing since Robin Hood ended.

This is a long post!

Book of Blood (2009) – Simon McNeal

Summary: A paranormal expert discovers a house that is at the intersection of so-called “highways” transporting souls in the afterlife.

Character Bio: Simon declares he is a clairvoyant, though the reluctantly agrees to work with Mary and her partner Reg to investigate the paranormal events leading to the violent death of teen girl. He winds up further tangled in the events and the supernatural powers at work than he could have ever thought.

Fan comments: This was one of the first projects that came out after RHBBC ended, and I had been really eager to see it. However, despite being touted as a physiological thriller, it was a more violent, bloody and intense than I expected. I haven’t rewatched it since, but it was certainly a change of pace to seen Jonas in this role after Robin Hood.

The Street (2009) – Nick Calshaw

Nick Calshaw returns from fighting in Afghanistan, wounded and disfigured due to the blast of a suicide bomb. He struggled to adjust to normal life again, as his family and girlfriend try to help and balance their own horror at what happened.

Character Bio: Nick is an ordinary guy who has to deal with the stress and trauma of coming back to war, with the added pain of having been wounded and disfigured. He lashes out, is depressed, and tries and fails to be ordinary but can’t figure out how to get past his disfigurement and reactions of those around him.

Fan comments: This was difficult watch, as it is obviously a very loaded and emotional topic. Jonas does an extraordinary job handling the roller coaster of emotions that Nick struggles with. The script is sometimes a bit obvious and a little on the nose, but the characters hold it together. And this is the second time post RH that he had to deal with and act with some intense prosthetics and make up, and he does it well.

Agatha Christie’s Marple: The Secret of Chimneys (2010) – Cade

A lavish weekend party sees Miss Marple accompany Lady Virginia Revel to her family home of Chimneys - a house which was once prized for its diplomatic gatherings until a rare diamond was stolen from the premises over twenty years ago. The tenacious career politician, George Lomax, has persuaded Virginia’s father, Lord Caterham, to host an evening for an important Austrian Count, Ludwig Von Stainach. Virginia, the daughter of Miss Marple’s late cousin, must decide by the end of the weekend whether to accept a marriage proposal from George Lomax or to follow her heart and the courtship of another more adventurous suitor, Anthony Cade. Dismayed by the odd array of guests, including socialist spinster Miss Blenkinsopp, Caterham’s formidable eldest daughter Bundle and the quietly inscrutable maidservant Treadwell, Lomax castigates his affable assistant Bill Eversleigh, who also has a soft spot for Virginia. It becomes apparent that Count Ludwig has taken a personal interest in Chimneys …

Character Bio: Suitor of Virginia.

Fan comments: I have not seen this, and the information about it is rather sparse, hence the lack of character bio. The only information I could find was that Cade was the adventurous sort (and that his character was rather pared down compared to the character in the book.)

The Field of Blood (2011) – Terry Hewitt (2 episodes)

Set in Glasgow in 1982, Paddy Meehan is a young girl in a world of men; a feisty copy boy in the sexist, hard-boozing, cutthroat world of journalism. Paddy dreams of being an investigative reporter, and she grabs the opportunity when a young boy, Brian Wilcox, is kidnapped and found murdered. Paddy sees connections to a year-old crime that nobody else sees and she is determined to make it her story. But when Paddy crosses the line, she becomes outcast from her devoutly Catholic family and puts the lives of her colleagues, as well as her own, at risk. The closer she gets to the murderer, the closer she gets to murder; and the price of achieving her dream will prove greater than she can ever imagine.

Character bio: Terry is bright, resourceful and together. What he needs is the story that will make his name. After an initial misstep he becomes one of the few people in the newsroom who believes in Paddy. Terry is prepared to back Paddy’s instincts as they break the rules to prove that the police are wrong about a recent child murder. (bio from BBC One).

Fan comments: This was one I started watching, but then lost the ability to do so, and never tracked it down again, so I cannot offer much insight.

The Body Farm (2011) – Nick Warner (1 episode)

A British police procedural, which follows the team from a forensic pathology facility that conducts scientific research to help solve crimes.

Character Bio: Nick Warner is the son of the episode’s victim.

Fan comments: Again, another one that I never have seen, so no comments available.

Rage of the Yeti (2011) – Bill

A quest for riches becomes a fight for survival after treasure hunters find snow monsters on a mountain in the Arctic.

Character Bio: Bill is part of the rescue team that goes in to help the treasure hunters deal with the yeti, and he may also be a turn coat.

Fan comments: Also have not seen this one, but have heard it is basically a terrible B movie that is nearly unwatchable. Unless you want to make fun of bad movies, then apparently, it is good for that.

Prisoner’s Wives (2012) – Steve (6 episodes)

Gemma’s perfect life comes crashing down when her husband is arrested for murder. As Gemma learns to navigate the prison system, she starts to think the unthinkable of her husband.

Character bio: Steve is serving time after being arrested for murder. He declares his complete innocence to his wife, Gemma, but he is not being entirely truthful.

Fan comments: Another one that I started to watch but never finished, so I don’t have many impressions to pass along. (There is a distinct connection between my ability / time to find places to watch these BBC productions and my senior year in college and then graduation.)

Hit and Miss (2012) – Ben (6 episodes)

Follows the life of transgender contract killer Mia, who travels to West Yorkshire to seek out her ex girlfriend.

Character bio: Ben is a romantic interest of Mia, who struggles to figure out his feelings and their relationship when she comes out to him.

Fan comment: Have not seen this one, but the premise sounds very intriguing, but possibly too violent.

Twenty8k – (2012) – Clint O’Connor

A teenage boy is gunned down outside a nightclub and a young girl dies in a hit and run in two seemingly unrelated deaths. Deeva Jani, returns home to clear her brother Vipon of the shooting and soon discovers a much deeper conspiracy.

Character bio: Clint is a former gangster who became a youth counselor, who helps Deeva work to prove her brother’s innocence.

Fan comments: I have not seen, but from reviews it says the cast is strong, but the writing is not, and is rather predictable.

Walking With The Enemy – (2013) – Elek Cohen

A young man, separated from his family in WWII, disguises himself as a Nazi SS Officer and uncovers more than just his family whereabouts.

Character bio: Elek starts out as a typical college guy, flirting with girls and getting into fights. However, as Nazi occupation sweeps across Europe, he and his family and friends find that lives are forever changed along with the millions of other Jewish people who faced genocide. In efforts to save his family and friends, he gets his hands on an SS uniform, and begins a crusade to help as much as he can, as the uniform and confidence does a lot to keep his identity hidden.

Fan comments: I saw this one! I managed to catch it in theaters at the tail end of its run, and now cannot find it on DVD for love or money. Which is a pity because I did enjoy it, though there are times you can tell that the production was a bit low. There are a lot of moments that just made me think “Oh, this is a WWII RH AU!” - there is a connection between Robin Hood and Elek’s work to save people. Not robbing the rich to feed the poor, but lying to Nazis to save people. Also, there is a scene where he and some of the other men in his resistance circle were unloading sacks of flour, and his mannerisms and cadence just screamed Robin. If anyone has any info on finding this to stream or on DVD, let me know!

The Whale (2013) – Owen Chase

A whaling ship called called the Essex becomes shipwrecked and those on board struggle for survival.

Character Bio: First mate on the Essex.

Fan comments: Have not seen this one, either, but it has Jonas and John Boyega in it, so I might have to track it down.

Edge of Tomorrow (2014) – Skinner

A soldier fighting aliens gets to relive the same day over and over again, the day restarting every time he dies.

Character bio: Skinner is a member of J-Squad, and is confrontational with the main character Cage (played by Tom Cruise). However, his fighting ability means he plays an integral part of the main battle in this action movie.

Fan comments: One that I missed again, partly due to the fact that I would have had to sit through a movie with Tom Cruise, and I am not the biggest fan. By all accounts, the movie is a pretty standard summer type action film.

The Dove Keepers (2015) – Yoav

Based in Alice Hoffman’s historical novel about the Siege of Masada, the miniseries focuses on four extraordinary women whose lives intersect in a fight for survival at the siege of Masada.

Character Bio: Yoav is a scholarly young man who develops a romantic relationship with one of the female leads of the story. He is also tasked with a grim duty at the end of the siege of Masada.

Fan comments: By all accounts, this adaptation of the book was terrible. I never heard much about this and am reluctant to watch it, because of the terrible reviews and tragic story line.

Line of Duty (2016) – Joe Nash (3 episodes)

DS Steve Arnott is transferred to the police anti-corruption unit after the death of a man in a mistaken shooting during a counter-terrorist operation.

Character bio: Joe is a former resident of a boy’s home, where he suffered sexual abuse. He works with the police force to bring the perpetrators to justice.

Fan comment: Jonas lands a spot in three episodes in this series, and it obviously sounds like an intense storyline. Have not seen.

Dark Angel (2016) – Joe Nattrass

A two-part drama about the Victorian serial killer Mary Ann Cotton.

Character bio: Joe one of Mary Ann Cotton’s lovers, who had the misfortune of dating a serial killer.

Fan comments: Hey, Jonas and Joanne Froggatt meet again! And by all accounts, it didn’t end much better than it did for Robin and Kate… I might track this one down, because of the two for one RH cast reunion, and because I’d never heard of Mary Ann Cotton, and would be intrigued to supplement my own research on her with this mini series.

Ripper Street (2016) – Nathaniel (12 episodes)

The streets of Whitechapel are the haunt of Detective Inspector Edmund Reid and his team of officers, who aim to maintain law and order in a place once terrorized by Jack the Ripper.

Character bio: Assistant to Abel Croker, and Augustus Dove’s long-lost brother. Known as the ‘Whitechapel Golem’.

Fan comments: Jonas does not play a good guy, though it must be a slow reveal as he is credited in 12 episodes of seasons 4 and 5.

Now, I have a long list of shows and movies I should maybe catch up, and I can’t wait to see what else Jonas goes onto do with his career!

#my gang to me 2017 #who they are now #jonas armstrong #robin hood #bbc robin hood #lafseanchai #submission

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