#whats it called when someone recieves medical help they don't want

[whump-in-the-closet]

“Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Field Whump Time >:)

Hero collapsed in the moss. The smell of grass rose up to meet him, new and green.

His leg throbbed. He didn't have to look to know that the soft ground was soaked with blood.

His team caught up with him, their voices filling the air with anxious whispers. To him, it sounded like they were shouting.

"Hero?"

"Are you alright?"

"Hey! C'mon mate, get up!"

Hero, with a desperate sound, put his hands beneath him. He pushed himself up on all fours and then, digging a hand into a tree trunk, stood.

The faces of his team blurred together. He blinked and they cleared. He shook his head, putting a hand out to wave them aside. "I'm...I'm okay." Breathing should not hurt as much as it did, but other than that...he was fine. He refused to look at his leg.

"Are you sure?" asked Leader.

Hero took his hand off the tree to prove exactly how fine he was doing. Putting weight on his injured leg sent a spike of pain up his entire body, fresh and horrific. "Yeah," he gasped.

Medic looked at Hero for a long moment, their expression unreadable.

Hero broke eye contact first and took a step forward, to further prove himself. "We need to keep going--AH--" Hero crumpled to one knee, his leg betraying him. His face went white.

Medic turned to Leader and shook their head. As quickly as that, his sentence was passed.

Hero struggled to stand, but Medic put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. "Lie down. We have to remove the bullet." They spoke like they were simply announcing the result of a calculation.

Hero looked from Leader to Medic, searching their faces for any way of escape, and found none. He turned to his teammates. Nothing. "No, you don't have to do this." His voice shook. "No, please."

Medic crouched down next to Hero, unraveling their pack. Hero caught a glimpse of shining metal and shuddered. Medic caught him looking. "We have to work quickly." They did not say don't worry, it won't hurt.

The air contracted around Hero as Leader gently pushed him to the ground. It seemed to shimmer, as unreal as this whole situation. He dug his nails into the soft moss when he heard metal clinking against metal.

"Please," Hero tried again. "Please--"

"Give him something to bite down on," said Medic. "You two, grab his arms, don't let him thrash around."

Hero tried to jerk upright at this but his teammates already had him pinned. One whispered an apology as they pressed him into the ground, the other said nothing and would not look at him.

Leader squeezed his hand sympathetically, then held up a piece of leather, waiting to see if he would take it.

Hero blinked.

He was back.

Villain standing above him, just out of his line of sight--

No, no, no, n--no

"Keep begging like the dog you are."

The flash of steel-- the sudden brightness of it inside him-- digging under his skin, biting deep. Deeper and twisting--

Hero was shaking, suddenly aware of Leader and the moss and Medic cutting away his pant leg to reveal not one, but two, bullets embedded above his knee.

He nodded. "Give it to me." He bit down on the leather and hoped it would muffle his screams.

Villain's favorite pastime had involved a knife and Hero under his blade.

Medic pressed cool steel against the wound and Hero tried to scramble away, back arching.

Through the roaring in his ears, he heard Leader telling him to breathe.

He dug his hands into the moss, green and white behind his eyes. The smell of iron grew stronger. He couldn't--

"Come on, come on. Breathe. In and out. You can manage that.”

Hero exhaled a shuddering breath.

Medic dug deeper.

He screamed into the gag.

"In and out!" snapped Leader. "Breathe in and out."

Hero was shaking. He inhaled shallowly, more out of instinct than obedience.

Then came Medic's clear voice, "Got the first one."

Leader patted Hero's shoulder in sympathy.

Hero exhaled. His breathing came at a quicker and quicker pace, hands buried in the dirt, as Medic dug out the second bullet.

The color green danced behind his eyes, dull and pounding. He tried to drown himself in it. It didn't help. The taste of leather in his mouth felt wrong-- like vinegar or something sour-- warning bells going off too late.

He didn't hear Medic's relief when they said, "We're done." He only felt the tight pressure of the bandages being wrapped. His teammates let him up and when he spat the leather gag out, he noticed, vaguely, the dirt under his nails was bloodstained.

He worked his jaw in a circle, trying to erase the taste of wrongness. "Fuck you guys," he muttered.

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[dameronsknight]

Oh, oh! How about a Poe Dameron oneshot where the reader(f) and Poe have a very steamy goodbye the night he leaves to fight for the Resistance and then he comes back a year later (or years, maybe after the First Order is defeated in ROS) and the reader has a baby (a daughter she names after Poe’s mom) that he didn’t know about. Obviously with a happy ending, my man would be an amazing dad.

“I promise…”

a/n: aaaaaaaaaa thank you for requesting this! i think i almost cried while writing it, and i *tried* to write the... steamy part... lmao ANYWAYS, i hope you like it! comments and feedback are well recieved :)

word count: i have no idea bub

warnings: unplanned pregnancy, small mention of a period, reader is female, sad but the rest is flufffff

"Why don´t you come with me?" Poe asked.

"What am I gonna do in the Resistance? I'm not a pilot or a medic. I don't know anything about fixing ships. I'd be useless over there." I said with a sigh.

Poe was looking at me with desperate eyes. He had to leave to join the Resistance. Someone offered him to be one of the pilots. I'm very happy for him because I know how much he loves to fly, but I can't help but feel sad, wishing he wouldn't leave.

Poe looked down and shook his head. "I just don't wanna leave you." He said.

I stood up and walked towards him to gently grab his hand. "But I know how much you wanna go. Saving the galaxy is what you have to do and it calls out to you." I said. Poe leaned forward and rested his forehead on mine.

"I don't wanna leave you." He repeated. I gave him a sad smile.

"I'll be okay here on my little farm. You don't have to worry about me." I said.

Maker, my heart was hurting. It's as if someone is actually trying to rip it out of my vhest. This is it... this is the last time I'll evr see Poe.

"I'll try to come visit you. Any time I have a chance." He said.

"I don't think you'll have time to visit me. You're gonna be a pilot. You'll have missions and responsibilities." I said. Poe shook his head and leaned back to look in my eyes.

"I promise I will. Sweetheart, you're the most important thing in my life." H esaid before cupping my face. "I promise..."

He didn't let me say anything else as he leaned in to kiss me. It was intense and desperate. Poe obviously had control and my knees were goin weak.

We started to walk backwards until my legs hit the bed. I broke away when my lungs felt like they were on fire. Poe was breathing heavily as his hands were still on my cheeks.

"Let me say goodbye to you in the way that you deserve, baby." He said and my heart skipped a beat. A funny feeling appeared in my lower abdomen.

I breathed out an 'okay' and Poe's lips were instantly back on mine. Our clothes were quickly discarted and he laid me down on the bed before getting on top of me, but our lips never seperated.

It was a night full of short breaths, moans and desperate kisses. Poe's weight on top of me as he would kiss my neck and whisper praises in my ear. I never experienced anything like this before.

When we both came to our limits, we stayed there breathing heavily. Poe buried his face in my neck and i started to run my fingers through his hair. I could feel his nose tickling my skin.

"I don't wanna leave you." Poe whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

The realization started to set in and tears started to form in my eyes. I didn't want Poe to see me sad.

I don't want you to leave...

But I never said it.

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It's been 2 months since Poe left, and it was the hardest goodbye I ever had to say. I've been feeling so sick and with zero energy. I didn't have the best appetite. Of course I blame it on the fact that I miss Poe like crazy.

In these couple of months the galaxy has gotten crazier and very unsafe. The First Order has been catching up to the Resistance's plans and they've become dangerous and evil. Several news of planets being destroyed and systems being taken over.

That means Poe hasn't visited or contacted me not even once.

I don't blame him though. He must be very busy. Yavin IV is safe from all the chaos so I don't want him to worry.

Today I was outside with my animals, until suddenly, My stomach flipped and I felt fery sick. So I ran inside to the bathroom and hunched over the toilet.

Maker what was happening to me? I sat down on the bathroom floor trying to catch my breath. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of a box of pads. Then I realized...

I'm late.

Uh oh. Very, very late to be exact. How could I not realize?! It's been a month and my period didn¿t come. In my defense, I was distracted by Poe's absence.

Ok, ok... calm down. It can't be... I can't be pregnant. Actually, I could be, but i really didn't want to be given the circumstances.

Later that day, I got on my small speeder and went to the local fai to get a homemade test. When I went back home, I walked in the bathroom with trembling hands that were holding the pregnancy test.

10 minutes passed and I couldn't dare to look at the small stick. A million thoughts were passing through my mind. I was shaking, playing with my hair, sitting down, standing up and walking around. Anything to distract myself.

I finally brought myself to look at the test. It confirmed what I was afraid of.

I'm pregnant.

"Maker... what am I gonna do?" I said to myself.

Do I even tell Poe? I don't even know how to contact him. And I can't fly out to the Resistance base because it costs a lot of credits.

Does Poe even want to be a dad? We never had the chance to talk about it.

I'm gonna have a baby and I can't even tell the father. A baby. My baby. I looked down at my stomach and a strong feeling bloomed in my chest. I'm gonna be a mom. Nobody prepares you for this, but somehown I think we're gonna be alright.

"We're gonna be okay, little one. I promise." I said as iI placed my hands on top of where my baby was growing.

Everything is gonna be alright.

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5 years later

I heard noises of what sounded like an engine, so I walked into the room only to find my daughter on her bed mimicking an X-Wing’s noise. She was holding the bed head and going nyooom with her mouth.

“Shara, sweetie, what are you doing?” I asked and laughed.

“Mama!” She squealed.

Just like your father… I thought. Shara was so much like Poe. Her little curls bouncing as she played and those big beautiful brown eyes looking at me.

“Here comes an X-Wing to pick Shara up! Pshhhh” I said as I ran over to her and picked her up, placing her on my shoulders and running out of the room. Shara giggled while holding my hands.

I took her outside to the front yard and started spinning around making her get more excited.

“We arrived to your destination, little one! You saved the galaxy!” I said and I brought her down to my arms. “I wish your dad was here to teach you how to fly.”

Suddenly, one of my neighbors came running to my house while shouting my name.

“Hey, how are you?” I asked once he reached my front yard.

“Miss! I have great news!” He said out of breath. “The First Order have been beaten. The galaxy is finally safe!”

I gasped and my eyes widened. “The Resistance won?” I asked.

“Yes! Isn’t that amazing? Those bastards are finally gone!” He said and I smiled.

“That’s great news!” I said and hugged Shara tightly.

“My daughter’s death will no longer be in vain anymore.” He said and I gave him a sympathetic smile. We hugged and then he went back to his house.

That night I could see fireworks from afar. The whole galaxy was celebrating and there was finally peace.

I couldn’t help but think about Poe. I wonder if he’s okay, how he’s doing. I just hope… Maker, I hope he’s still alive.

Shara and I were playing by the fireplace until she fell asleep. I took her to her bed while humming a song until a placed her on it. She curled up into a ball when I covered her and kissed her forehead.

“Sweet dreams, little one.” I said.

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The next day, I was outside with the animals while Shara was at a close distance picking up flowers and talking to herself.

Then, I heard the sound of a fighter getting closer. When I looked up, I saw an X-Wing land on the field in front of my house. The pilot’s seat window opened, revealing the only man who’s been on my mind with a small droid following him.

“Poe.” I said. He was at a certain distance, but somehow we locked eyes once he got out of his ship. My heart was racing and I could move. My breaths were becoming uneven and my eyes never left him.

Poe was walking and getting closer to me. I stood in the same place, fiddling with my fingers. He stopped one foot away from me.

“Hi, sweetheart.” He said with a small smile. I could feel a lump in my throat and my eyes filled with tears.

“Poe…” I said. But I didn’t move, I just looked at him and all over his body, just in case I made him up in my imagination.

“Maker, I’ve missed you.” He said and I could see his eyes full of tears, but none of them were yet falling down his face.

“You’re- you’re back. Poe, you’re back.” I said taking a step forward, but stopping myself because I was still afraid he wasn’t real.

Poe, knowing me very well, must’ve noticed this, and reached out to grab my hand. I gasped when his skin came in contact with mine. “I’m back. I’m right here, it’s me.” He said.

I let out a sob and threw my arms around his neck. I hugged him tightly and he returned the gesture. Tears were falling down my face.

“I missed you so much, Poe. I can’t believe you’re here.” I said and he was rubbing my back.

“I know, baby. I missed you too. I came back the moment we won.” Poe said before leaning back to look at me. “We won.”

“I know. I’m so proud of you and I’m so glad you’re okay.” I said with a smile. Poe looked down, seeming ashamed all of a sudden.

“I’m sorry I didn’t come back. I swear I wanted to but everything was crazy and dangerous. I even got taken in by the First Order…” He said and my heart dropped.

“What?! They took you hostage- What did they do to you? How did it happen?” I asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. They didn’t do much, don’t worry.” He said before taking a strand of my hair behind my ear. “But that’s when I swore I would fight. I was gonna do whatever it took to save the galaxy and come back to you… And I did.” Poe said making me smile.

“You did and that’s what matters now.” I said. Poe let out a huge breath and looked down at my lips.

“Please let me kiss you. It’s been a long time.” He said and I instantly connected my lips with his. We pulled each other closer.

We stayed like that for a good minute until we heard some beeping, making us pull away. I looked down and BB-8 was there with his head tilted.

“Hey there, Beebs. I missed you too.” I said. and he beeped back.

Poe gave me that charming smile that I knew too well. Then, he briefly glanced behind me and his smile dropped.

“What is it?” I asked and turned around only to see Shara getting closer with a bunch of flowers in her hand. The sight of her made me smile and I looked back at Poe.

“That’s my daughter.” I said which made Poe’s face fall into disappointment. “…Which also makes her your daughter.” I spoke again and Poe’s face lit up.

“We… We have a daughter?” He asked. I looked back at Shara, who was counting her flowers.

“Shara? Come here, honey.” I said.

“Shara?” Poe asked as he looked at me with the biggest smile i’ve ever seen.

Shara looked up and ran towards us. She glanced at Poe with a curious look and never took his eyes off him.

I bent down and Poe did the same. “Honey, this is Poe Dameron.” I said.

“I’m Dameron too.” Shara said with a gasp. Poe was speechless.

“Remember that picture I showed you of your dad? This is him.” I said.

Shara looked at Poe, surely trying to connect the face she saw in the picture to Poe’s face. Then she recognized him and a bright smile, similar to Poe’s, appeared on her face.

“Dad! It’s you!” She said before throwing her little arms around Poe.

When I looked at Poe’s face, it was full of tears and he hugged her back picked her up. He closed his eyes and swayed her from side to side.

“Oh, Maker… I can’t believe it.” He said just above a whisper. “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry for not being here.”

I shook my head as I started crying again. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I couldn’t find a way to contact you and tell you… You couldn’t have known.” I said.

Shara leaned back to look at her dad’s face. She cupped his face with her little face making Poe smile. BB-8 was rolling around them both.

“How old are you, little one?” He asked.

“Mommy calls me that too!” She said, making me chuckle.

“She’s four years old. Almost five. Isn’t that right, sweetie?” I said and Shara nodded.

“Daddy can be here for my birthday right?” Shara asked with a pout on her face.

“Of course, I will. I’m not going anywhere. I’ll stay with you girls forever.” Poe said before looking at me. “I promise.”

I nodded and wrapped my arms around them both. Poe kissed my forehead and Shara’s cheek. “I love you both so so much. I love you.” He said, looking at me at the last part of that sentence.

“I love you too.” I said.

We stayed like that for a while until Shara spoke. “Daddy can teach me how to fly!” Poe gasped and placed her on his shoulders, just like I did yesterday.

“I’m gonna teach you all the tricks! Let’s goooo! Pshhhhh!” He said while mimicking an X-Wing with Shara. I laughed as I watched them play around.

Our family is finally complete.

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#poe dameron x reader #poe dameron #poe dameron imagine #star wars #oscar isaac

[blueraspberrycoke]

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Thank you for the advice on college :)

I'm not a bigot. I'm not anti-trans. I don't think trans people are inherently evil. But I do not believe you can change your biological sex. I do not believe allowing trans women into women's sports, changing rooms, sexualities (lesbians being pressured to date trans women), etc. is good for women and girls. It's not just a belief I have, it's factually proven to be dangerous to put TW in women's prisons (1, 2, 3, 4, 5) and in bathrooms (1, 2, 3, 4, 5 [5 is written by a trans woman]).

I'm not saying I hate trans people or that I don't trust them or that teens/children who identify as transgender are "broken" or "wrong" like people have said I do. I think we have manipulated an entire generation of lesbians and homosexual boys (though not all trans-identified people are homosexual/bisexual) into believing they have to be the opposite sex. We've lied to dysphoric teens and told them they're going to die if they don't recieve gender-affirming care (see all the posts on the protecttranskids, transgenocide, transrights etc. hashtags).

This is also evident in that anytime you question someone who says trans people are experiencing a genocide, especially a younger person (like a teenager who gets all their information from Instagram and TikTok) they actually can't come up with a single example. Even when they bring up the so-called "anti-trans legislature" being passed in the United States, they can't name any specific bans, because that actually does not exist. What I linked for you is HB1276, which, if you read it, allows minors who underwent sexual reassignment surgery to sue their doctors up to 30 years after they turn 18 for malpractice if they regret surgery. Trans Legislation Tracker labels this an "anti-trans" bill.

They have reason to regret it, too. Lupron, the drug administered in FtM transition to dysphoric females, has painful and sometimes deadly side effects that gender-affirming medical clinics will not disclose with you in full. (1, 2, 3, 4, 5)

Also, a disproportionate amount of FtM females are autistic, homosexual, and depressed. I care especially about these women because I'm eighteen, autistic, and a lesbian, so I really resonate with their pain and struggle. I'm not disgusted by transgender individuals and I'm not angry with them. I feel terrible for them. And I want to help.

What I think we have in the world now is an extreme lack of education. It's harming girls and women my age, when there are more affordable and better options. We've known for a long time doctors will push medicines that don't work/shouldn't be as expensive as they are in order to make money (I'm talking about things like selling insulin for $500 a vial. I'm not talking about things like vaccines.).

If you want to change your name and use other pronouns, cool, fine, whatever. I don't care what you do with your life, your money, and your time. But don't call yourself male or female when you're not. See my pinned post for why doing so harms women and men.

Transgenderism is motivated by misogyny. Go to any of the subreddits created for TW (r/Egg_irl, r/MtF, r/transgender [though that one contains trans men also]) and you'll see in every "How I knew I was trans" post that these people consider being female synonymous with being feminine, and it isn't. I'm not feminine. Does that make me a man? No. It just makes me a nonfeminine woman.

I'm not denying the existence of gender dysphoria. Many of my mutuals are desisted females who still struggle with it. But hormone therapy/SRS (sexual reassignment surgery) are very clearly not the answer. I hope this helps you understand my position better. I also hope I've not come across as condescending or patronizing in any way.

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[undiagnosed-autistic]

Hi! A relative of mine wants to schedule her first psychiatric appointment and she has some questions that I don't know how to answer to. If someone has the answers please leave a comment, reblog (or send me an ask), it'll be really helpful to ease her anxiety (I have a hunch she might be autistic and knowing in advance what might happen might help her a lot).

Questions:

When she will call to schedule her appointment what questions will they ask her? Do they usually ask some personal info on the phone? Which ones?

What questions will the psychiatrist ask her during her first visit?

How long does a first visit last?

Could she be prescribed medication without a diagnosis? (She wants to know if the psychiatrist might give her medicines without ever giving her a diagnosis; to be clear she would like to recieve diagnosis)

After the first visit what happens?

She says not to worry about giving long asnwers, the more details the better!

Please reblog to reach more people.

Thank you!

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[pjsk-story-summaries]

Nightcord at 25:00 Main Story Summary

TL;DR: Nightcord at 25:00 is a pre-existing music circle consisting of Yoisaki Kanade (K), the composer, Asahina Mafuyu (Yuki), the lyricist, Shinonome Ena (Enanan), the artist, and Akiyama Mizuki (Amia), the animator. The four work remotely through a messaging app called Nightcord late in the night.

Over voice chat one night, Enanan brings up a mysterious new composer named OWN starting to gain lots of popularity with their cold, empty songs. The next day, while Yuki and Amia are working during the day, Mafuyu's mother interrupts the call, telling Mafuyu she's proud of her for helping struggling students but wishes she'd spend more time around academically gifted people. She also hands Mafuyu documents for medical school over dinner while saying Mafuyu is allowed to do whatever she wishes. However, Mafuyu realizes she has no idea what that is.

After this, Yuki suddenly stops logging on to Nightcord. Worried, the other three try and look for clues, stumbling across a strange track called "Untitled" in their shared folder. There, they find Mafuyu, who is angered by the three's intrusion into her SEKAI since she just wants to disappear, and knows the other three do just as much. Miku forces them out of SEKAI by Mafuyu's request, but not before asking the others to save her.

Ena is frustrated by Mafuyu's actions. She's openly jealous of the talent Mafuyu possessed and her seeming lack of care for having everything she's wanted. Mizuki understands her feeling lost in the pressure to be what everyone else wants her to be, since they've experienced similar things when it comes to their presentation. Kanade just wants to write a song to save somebody since it was her own work that brought her father to overwork himself to the point of hospitalization.

Kanade decides to not give up and write a song that will save Mafuyu. She returns to the SEKAI with Mizuki, but Mafuyu feels that she'll never find herself no matter what they all do. Ena arrives in SEKAI to yell at her, and Mizuki and Kanade affirm they also don't want Mafuyu to disappear. Eventually, through Kanade's selfish wish to keep composing until she saves Mafuyu, she decides to keep hanging on, realizing her true feelings of wanting to be saved.

Official English YouTube upload / Song (Composing the Future) / Animation

Chapter 0: Kanade reflects on how happy her fathers music had made her, but feels insurmountable guilt over the fact her own compositions drove her father to hospitalization. She vows to keep composing in order to save someone. In the present day, K works on a song with Yuki when her monitor suddenly flashes, transporting her to the Empty SEKAI. Miku asks Kanade to help "her" find her true feelings before she is forced back into the real world. Kanade believes she simply had a strange dream, but denies herself more rest to keep on composing.

Chapter 1: Nightcord at 25:00 is introduced as a mysterious music circle with hard-hitting, emotional songs through social media posts. After recieving a check-in from her grandmother, Kanade prepares a meal for herself. She then goes back to join the rest of the circle on voice call, introducing each character, their personality, and their role.

Chapter 2: Nightcord stops working around 4 am. The next morning, Mafuyu bids her mother farewell before heading to school. Ena struggles with a drawing while her selfie gets lots of comments, wishing her art account got the same attention. Mizuki gets a call from their teacher about supplementary classes while putting together both an animation and some cute outfits. Kanade worries about her father while checking the comments on Nightcord's most recent video. She remembers her promise to make songs that save people when suddenly, her monitor fills with Miku's face, asking her to come quickly.

Chapter 3: On their next call, Enanan asks if any of them have heard of a mysterious new composer called OWN. She descibes their music as impactful, like K's, but colder. Enanan wishes her art could be like that, but Yuki reassures her that her drawings are perfect for K's songs. After Amia and Enanan leave the call, K and Yuki listen to OWN's works. They're both impressed, but K feels like she recognizes bits of it. She asks if Yuki wrote them, but Yuki denies it. They reminisce on the origins of their troupe, when Yuki mentions she felt like K's song had saved her. However, she exits before K can ask her to elaborate on it. Mafuyu clicks through OWN's songs on her own, confused by what she had said earlier. She is also revealed to be OWN.

Chapter 4: Mafuyu's teacher asks if she wants to submit her essay to a contest. Her classmates all praise her before asking for help with homework. They're impressed by Mafuyu's natural talent and humbleness and ask if there's anything Mafuyu wants to do for herself, to which she denies.

Back home, Mafuyu logs on to Nightcord to find Amia already working. The call is interrupted when Mafuyu's mother comes in and asks how the study session went. She's proud of Mafuyu for helping, but also wishes Mafuyu would spend time with more people who will challenge her. Once her mom leaves, Amia comments on how it was rude of her to say Yuki should pick better friends, but decides to brush it off.

Over dinner, Mafuyu's mom asks how her entrance exams are going. She hands Mafuyu applications to a bunch of medical schools while saying Mafuyu is free to go to wherever she wishes. That night, Mafuyu doubts if there even is such a thing she truly wants to do. She just wants to stay in SEKAI forever.

Chapter 5: Kanade listens to more of OWN's music before going to visit her father. He's still in poor condition, but slowly beginning to improve. She then logs onto Nightcord with Enanan and Amia, but Yuki is mysteriously absent. A week passes, and Yuki is still missing. They decide to try and figure out a way to contact her. While digging through files, they find a new one called "Untitled" belonging to Yuki.

Chapter 6: The three are transported to SEKAI and meet each other face to face for the first time. They wander around, but only find more emptiness. Suddenly, Miku finds them, explains what a SEKAI is, and asks them to save "her". Mafuyu then appears, having been looking for Miku.

Chapter 7: Mafuyu asks to be left alone. Kanade questions if she's going to continue working as OWN, surprising all three of them. Ena is also frustrated about her not saying anything before. Mafuyu wants to quit Nightcord at 25:00 because even that wasn't enough to save her. She wants to disappear. Mafuyu asks Miku to send the other three out of SEKAI before commenting how they want to disappear more than anyone else. Miku obliges, but wishes they'll find a way to save her.

Chapter 8: Back in the real world, K, Enanan, and Amia discuss the strangeness of what just happened. Amia suggests they log off to figure out what to do the next day. Kanade feels guilty that she couldn't save Mafuyu, and Ena is jealous that she got so many views and now doesn't even seem to care about them. Ena's father, a famous painter, walks in, and she lashes out at him. Akito walks in to check on her. Ena continues her drawing, frustrated that Mafuyu of all people was right about her wanting to disappear.

Chapter 9: Mizuki goes to supplemental classes and overhears students gossiping about them. While walking out, two strike conversation with them, one asking why they dress like that. Mizuki responds simply with because they want to. Mizuki walks to the mall, where they overhear two students who had just earlier supported them questioning why they're like this, just as the others had. Mizuki acknowledges that Mafuyu might be right about them wanting to disappear, but they're not so sure that's truly what Mafuyu wants.

Chapter 10: Enanan and Amia suggest they find a replacement for Yuki, but K decides to take on all her roles herself. Kanade collapses since she hasn't eaten since the day before. While watching OWN's new song, she remembers the past. She had wanted to write songs just like her father did. He was struggling with a new song, so she had suggested a new part for it.

Chapter 11: The memory continues. Her father ended up winning the contest, with Kanade's section being the highlight. Two months later, he still struggles to write new music, so Kanade wrote a song to cheer him up. The next day, she found him collapsed on the floor from exhaustion. She also found his diary, where he talked about Kanade's natural gift for music. This made her grow upset, since she believed she's the whole reason her father ended up like this, and now she wanted nothing more than to disappear. In her despair, she accidentally knocked over her mother's music box, a gift from her father. Kanade decided to never ever stop composing, in order to save someone.

Chapter 12: Back in the present, Kanade decides to go to the SEKAI and wallow. She hears Miku humming the song that first led Mafuyu to her. Miku explains that that song has been in SEKAI since the beginning, and that it must have touched Mafuyu in some way. Miku theorizes that it connected with Mafuyu since she's also in despair. Miku knows Mafuyu doesn't want to disappear and asks Kanade to help her through music.

Chapter 13: Mafuyu recalls some scattered memories of middle school. She had told her mother she wants to become a nurse that helps people, to which her mother suggested she becomes a more prestigious doctor instead. She decides to do that instead, since it would make her parents happy. Her classmates also believe Mafuyu would make a great doctor since she's so talented. Her mother had bought a celebratory cake, but Mafuyu can't taste it. She also realizes she doesn't quite know what she likes anymore, nor who she is.

Chapter 14: Amia joins the Nightcord call with Enanan, but K is now also absent. Enanan decides they don't need Yuki after all. Amia tells her about the conversation she had overheard that day, theorizing Yuki's the kind of person to go along with what other people think is right, to the point where it became overwhelming. They both get a notification of OWN mass uploading songs that have grown even darker.

Chapter 15: K joins the call and declares her intent to write a song to save Yuki. Amia asks to join K, but Enanan refuses. K begins composing the song, but begins to question if she's only going to end up hurting Mafuyu. However, she remembers Miku's words and continues on. K finishes the song, gets approval from both Amia and Enanan, and heads into SEKAI.

Chapter 16: At school, Mafuyu starts slipping from her "good girl" mask. At home, she finds her synthesizer laying out. Her mother was planning on throwing it out since she doesn't ever use it, also offering to introduce her to a private tutor. Mafuyu decides to give up and goes to SEKAI. K and Amia go to SEKAI, and Enanan reflects on the situation more, deciding that it's "unfair" for Mafuyu to disappear.

Chapter 17: Kanade and Mizuki confront Mafuyu to show her the song. Miku doesn't listen when Mafuyu asks her to force the others out of SEKAI, so Mafuyu hits Kanade's phone out of her hand. Kanade explains how she understands Mafuyu's desire to disappear, revealing her father's tragedy. Mizuki asks if it's really Kanade's fault, to which Kanade affirms she truly believes it is. Mafuyu calls Kanade out for being selfish in her desire to save others, but Kanade decides she doesn't care about that.

Chapter 18: Ena arrives in SEKAI to tell Mafuyu she's jealous of how talented she is, and even though she hates her, she wants her to live and keep creating more and more. Mizuki says Mafuyu doesn't have to do what others want her to, but still, they understand what it's like to try and change who you are to fit in. They don't want Mafuyu to disappear, either. Mafuyu truly believes the thing she is searching for simply does not exist, despite it all, and just wants to be done. Kanade says she'll keep composing, keep living until she finds a song that saves Mafuyu. Mafuyu calls her crazy, but that's Kanade's selfish wish. Mafuyu decides to keep hanging on just a little longer.

Chapter 19: Miku reveals that SEKAI's feelings are taking the form of a song: Composing the Future. Mafuyu realizes her true feelings weren't to disappear; rather, she wants to be saved. All four of them return to the real world. The next day, Kanade goes and tells her father the big news.

Chapter 20: All four of them meet at a local diner, officially introducing themselves in real life for the first time. Mafuyu has also stopped masking around the others. They order food, and Mizuki calls for an official toast to Nightcord at 25:00. That night, Yuki texts K. She'd finally listened to the song and thanked K for finding her.

Virtual Singer Chapter 1 (Pre-Chapter 0): Mafuyu comes to the SEKAI to compose. Miku says she must enjoy doing so, but Mafuyu doesn't know. Miku wonders if there's anything she can do to help Mafuyu find her true feelings, but can't think of anything. Miku starts singing a song that Mafuyu recognizes.

Virtual Singer Chapter 2 (After Chapter 7): Miku questions if it was the right move to force the other three out of SEKAI. Miku starts singing one of Mafuyu's songs, but she's surprised to find it doesn't sound quite like what was written; rather than sounding desperate, it sounds like Miku wants to be saved. Mafuyu asks to hear the song from the other day again.

Virtual Singer Chapter 3 (During Chapter 16): Mafuyu tells Miku she's done writing music. She asks Miku to stop singing that song since it didn't work. Miku asks if Mafuyu wants to close her eyes, but every time Mafuyu's done that before, she's only ever thought of ways she can make other people happy. Mafuyu breaks down.

Virtual Singer Chapter 4 (After Chapter 20): Mafuyu arrives at SEKAI to give Miku a song. Miku comments that it feels less lonely than before. Mafuyu also reveals that she's going to stop writing as OWN. Ena, Mizuki, and Kanade join them in SEKAI, so Miku asks if they'd all like to sing.

#nightcord at 25:00 #main story #yoisaki kanade #asahina mafuyu #shinonome ena #akiyama mizuki #kanade's father #n25 miku #mafuyu's mother #shinonome shinei #akito shows up in chapter 8! #sorry for the length of the tl;dr. since nightcord's main story has all the characters existing separately its hard to condense it

[beautiful-basque-country]

Kaixo! Possibly stupid question but consider I've never been in Spain and I live in a country with only one langauge (and only one national ethnic group). If someone in Galiza or in EH calls an ambulance, do they have to speak in Spanish? Or do emergency numbers have different numbers depending on the region? What if someone in Barcelona needs help but they don't speak Spanish, do the emergency workers speak Catalan because the call came from Catalunya??

Kaixo anon!

Thanks a lot for your message! ^_^

That's an interesting question. It's supposed that 100% people in Spain speak Spanish perfectly, no matter they're from Madrid, Galiza, Catalunya, EH or any other legal region.

So, although all adults are very much bilingual in EH, Catalunya or Galiza, there's a big difference when it comes to very old people or very young kids whose mother language is not Spanish, and in a situation of distress and pain, they're going to explain what they feel and where it hurts in their language. They're gonna have difficulties explaining themselves in Spanish, they may make mistakes, and the medical attention won't be optimal.

That's why it's important to have bilingual workers in the healthcare system. And of course in the bilingual regions they must legally exist. HOWEVER, it's not always like that. There are doctors who got the job when there wasn't the obligation of knowing Basque, for example, or have a limited level of it. Not that long ago, we had this headline against Basque language in the healthcare system:

An intermediate-level degree in Basque scores twice as much as a PhD in Osakidetza's [Basque healthcare system] public service exams

Well, of course. Being able to communicate with the patient should be more important than having a PhD, but what do we know.

Leaving aside that we all should be adressed in Basque by any public worker if we wanted to, no matter what, recieving medical attention just in Spanish shouldn't be a serious issue for anyone, it's true. But with these demographics - very old people that have lived all their lives understanding Spanish but actually speaking it very little, and children that are being raised just in Basque or other language and still haven't full control of Spanish - we think it could be potentially dangerous. Their companion could explain what they have seen and think the patient complains about, but you know, having a sort of translator between you and your doctor may not be the most desirable situation.

#euskadi #euskal herria #basque country #pais vasco #pays basque #euskera #euskara #basque #language #spain #healthcare system #anons #culture

[lewalrus]

Okay, headcanon lightning round because they're too short to elaborate and I don't want to clog up your inbox:

- The first time Sam tried to suck Deadman's dick, he wanted to impress and take it all at once, ending up with triggering his gag reflex. He was fine, but Deadman got super concerned, because he can't stop looking after everyone even in a situation like this. Sam was still determined to finish, so he kept on, taking only half. Even though he was very sloppy and messy (or maybe because of it) Deadman still considers it the best blowjob he ever recieved.

- Sam has a thing for Deadman wearing glasses during sex, playing into that medical/scientist kink he has. He'd love to get fucked by Deadman when he wears a labcoat, but he has to work up the courage to ask. He'd want to do a roleplay where he's supposed to be the subject of some sort of experiment, but that will take even more for him to spit out.

- They both like frottage because it's so intimate and they can fuck forehead to forhead and they're both romantics like that.

- Deadman is always very straightforward about matters of sex, and absolutely never gets embarassed by anything due to years of medical practice and many sexual partners, often temporary, so open communication was a necessity. That often embarasses Sam, who's very shy and unused to talking to others in general, and especially not about sex, his desires and whatnot so openly. Sometimes he wishes Deadman would just fuck him disregarding his wants and needs, but he knows that Deadman isn't that kind of person and deep in his mind he's grateful that Deadman is so caring.

- Deadman ONLY practices safe sex. It's a habit stronger than him due to years of being a doctor and having hygene and safety basically drilled into his head at this point. He only uses some kind of plain, non-scented lube that's hypoalergenic and doesn't cause allergies, only fucks in a condom and if he has any sex toys, they're very clean. Some partners found this kinda dull and passionless, but he's very firm about his rules. Sam doesn't really care, but secretly feels a bit embarassed that someone shows him care to the degree of "I'm using a hyperalergenic lube because I don't want you to get an ass rash".

- Deadman thinks that Sam after a hike, when he's all sweaty and sometimes covered in mud, muscles quivering under his skin from tiredness, clothes soaked with sweat, breathing heavily, is really hot.

- They 100% fucked in the shower just to complete the circle. Probably laughed the whole time too.

And one not inherently sexual:

- Sam often sneaks behind Deadman when he's working at his desk, puts his head on his and slides his hands from his shoulders, through his chest and onto his belly to remind him to get up and take a break from whatever he's doing. Like you've said, he's terrible with words, but of course he cares, a lot, even. Deadman is perceptive enough to understand what Sam means most of the time, so it's all good.

Ah, and Deadman totally thinks that Sam's permanent scowl is kinda cute. That's just how his face looks, he can't help it; makes it even more special when Deadman sees him smile. He even scowls when he sleeps, and Deadman loves to wake him up with a kiss and feel Sam's lips curl up into a smile ☺

Damn that's a lot of text and topics broached, hope you don't mind 😅

I just answered one of the sweetest and most innocent asks I got and now I'm answering this. the duality of this blog, it's amazing ksjaisjaskaj

Okay, let me tell you something about this first headcanon, I'm not proud of it, but I like to think that Deadman's body and heart are not the only big things he has, so I can totally see Sam making this mistake of taking the whole thing at once lol

I have a new kink now and it's called "Deadman fucking Sam in a labcoat", thank you for that ksjashasas But seriously now, that sounds so fucking hot, it doesn't help that I have a thing for that red coat Deadman wears at the beggining of the game.

Your headcanons are amazing, I wish I could come up with great ideas for them like you do. Thank you very much for blessing me with them <3

#asks #death stranding #deadsam #sam porter bridges #deadman

[horrorslashergirl]

Midnight Screams

A Richard Firewood Fic.

Richard Firewood created by me

Authors Note: The first story with Richard Firewood my slasher OC. I tried to pin-point his personality, how manipulative, greedy, selfish, narcissistic he is. He is a killer after all, not a dream guy, but he does can play it.... For his own purpouse of course.

Warning: Gore, Blood, Death and some Sexual Scene

The intimidating building that could be easily mistaken for a castel, made Fionna wonder if the scenario before her was even real.

If you asked her, the perfect holiday would have been maybe somewhere where she could go to malls, museums, but of course when you were stuck with grandparents you couldn’t possible say no.

Her grandparents sighed with happiness, walking on the white marble steps of the principal entry of the luxurious hotel and all Fionna could do was sigh and follow after them, their lugages already taken by the bellhop men.

As she entered the hotel, her eyes widened by the decor and the great staircase, covered by an impecable blood red carpet. The chandelier that was anything but modest, was probably made out of gold and with crystals.

Everything screamed luxury that would make the greediest human drool. Everything was either marble, gold or something that probably costed millions of dollars.

What really made her uneasy was the lack of people. Looking around she noticed just a few people that were probably guests: a very out together women, probably in her late 30s, a couple that enjoyed some coffee and a little boy that played with his toys on the floor.

Fionna walked to the reception desk where her grandparents were and her eyes imediately were caught by a pair of emerald eyes.

"Good day, Sir and Ma'm. Welcome to the Grand Firewood Hotel! Its so good to see more people come." the man behind the mahogony desk spoke in a rich voice, deep and clear.

Inspecting him, one thing Fionna noticed was that he was tall, a man maybe in his late 30s. He had jet black hair, dark as the night into a long high ponytail, his forehead covered by bangs. His attire was pristine, white button up with a victorian purple vest and a satin scarp tucked inside the vest. She also noticed that he was wearing white as snow gloves.

"The ride was actually horrible, but we are more than happy to be here. We heard of this hotel and we wanted to spend two weeks here. Get away from The big City." Fionnas grandfather spoke, giving the man a smile.

"Why are only a few people here if the hotel is as grand as it claims to be?" Fionna asked, without realizing, only to recieve a raised eyebrow from the man.

"Well, considering you weren't asleep, my dear... During your ride here... The hotel is far up into The Mountains and most wouldn’t do all the traveling here, but I asure you, we delivere five star services." the man spoke with such calmness, it made Fionna gulp down.

"I-I am sorry... I" Fionna wanted to excuse herself, but the man waved it off.

"So? Just a suite or would you want two?" The man asked, looking from The grandparents to Fionna.

"Two would do. Thank you Mr-" Fionnas grandfather said, the man smiling.

"Richard Firewood, but you can call me Richard. No need for all the Mr. It makes me feel old." Richard said, taking two set of keys and walking towards the Grand staircase, motioning for them to follow them.

"Its absolutly beautiful! Its like a castel from a fairtale." your grandmother said, looking over all the paintings and statues. Fionna was pulled from her thoughts by Richard chuckling, the sound like music to her ears.

She had to admit he was handsome and oh so charming.

'Pull yourself together, Fionna! He is so much older than you. You are just a 19 year old girl.' Fionna told herself.

They finally reached their rooms, which were next to eachother. Richard unlocked the rooms and when Fionna entered she always dropped her mouth open. It was amazing, it looked like the room of a princess; kind sized bed with silk sheets, white fluffy carpet, the gigantic window with the purple curtains.

"I hope you will enjoy your stay, darling." Richards voice broke her daydreaming, making her blush and nod. Her grandparents where already in their suite.

Richard walked towards her and Fionna instinctively took a step back, only to stop when Richards hand reached towards her to hand the keys.

"T-Thank you." she said in a shaky voice, then just like that he walked away.

The rest of the days at the hotel went normally, breakfast was mouthwatering like Lunch and dinner. The hotel had everything; a cinema, a spa, a ballroom... Anything you could ever want for a great vacantion.

Today was just different, when Fionna waited to meet with her grandparents at breakfast, but they didn't came and it didn't eased her nerves that she was the only person in the restaurant.

A hand on her shoulder made her jump a little, she turned her head and noticed it was Richard.

"Apologize for startling you." he excused himself.

"Ummm... Have you seen my grandparents? We usually meet for breakfast." Fionna asked.

"Ahhh yes, they had breakfast earlier and decided to take a walk into the garden of the hotel." Richard answered her, making her nod, but still she was uneasy.

"Want some company?" Richard asked, taking a seat with her. She thought about it over and shrugged. Why not? She felt pretty lonely.

They eat breakfast and talked, until they laughed. She had to admit Richard was absolutly breathtaking; not only was he so handsome, but deeply smart. Who would have thought that the manager of the luxurious hotel was a former medical student.

"I do play the piano sometimes when none is at the hotel. It gets pretty lonely here." Richard said finishing his Coffee.

"Really? I always wanted to learn how to! But you know.... Never for the chance to own one." Fionna said, looking down at her empty plate.

"Want me to teach you?" That question made Fionna look up with deep interest and she followed the man to the ballroom where the Grand piano laid.

It was so beautiful and she was dying to touch the musical instrument. They both sat down in front of it.

"How about I play you one of my favorites?" he asked and she nodded, then he began and she found herself dreamingly looking at the black haired male. The music was like a purr of a cat, so calm and relaxing.

After 10 minutes she found herself leaning into him, until their faces were inches away from one another. That was the signal as she pressed her lips to his plush ones, emerald eyes looking wide open, but closed as Richard kissed her back.

The kiss was slow with a tint of sensual moves from the much more experimented man. Then like someone threw a bucket of ice on Richard he pulled away.

"I am sorry... I shouldn't-" but he was cut off by the younger female smashing her lips back against his.

The hell with it...

The next actions were like a blurr, he picked her up and laid her on the Grand piano, lips against one another, hands gropping, moans leaving her lips.

Fionna would be damned if she refused him. The taste of tabaco and wine on her lips from his kisses.

She felt his hands under her skirt and her panties been pulled aside. The next hour was filled by skin slapping against skin, kisses and bites, hair tugging and dirty talk that she wouldn't have expected from 'the gentleman' on top of her.

"You like this?"

"So tight and wet... Are you close?"

"I am gonna ravish you."

That was hours ago, as she laid now in her hotel room on the bed, thinking about this mornings events. She was pulled from her daydreaming when she heard a thug coming from The hallway. Getting her robe on she slowly walked and opened the door, and what she saw made her as pale as a ghost.

It was the middle aged woman that she saw when she first came to the hotel, blood all over her, her make up destroyed.

"H-Help... P-Please.... He.. He took my kidney! Oh God..." she sobbed, crawling down the hallway that had foot steps follow.

Fionnas eyes widened when she saw Who was at the end of the hallway. Richard, his scarlf long gone and clothes painted in red, and what looked like a big switch blade in his hand.

Fionna quickly shut her room, locking it and getting away from it. Outside, Richard stalked towards the woman, crouching down over her body.

"It would be a waste to kill you now. I only got your kidney..... But... The hell with it." he said, then trusted the blade into her shoulder, not a fatal wound yet.

"Hurts, huh? You should have thought of that when you run away, you little whore." Richard snarled, the womans eyes blood shot, as snot came out of her nose. The man scrunched up his face at the image.

"Disgusting." he said then stabbed her right between her legs, making her gasp, as he twisted the blade inside her.

"Too big?" Richard said with mockness, then pulled out, blood pouring out of her wounds. He got up and looked towards the door of Fionnas room, knocking.

"Come out, darling. Don't make me break the door." Richard said with such calmness that made Fionna start to sob, yelling about leaving her alone. The black haired man sighed.

"So be it." he said, then using all his strength he began to kick the door, one time, two time, then finally he kicked the door off its hinges.

A scream thore the room that was basked into The darkness and then silence, as Fionna was back handed by the male, the sting on her cheek making her fall down on her knees.

She couldn't believe that this was happening, the man who was the perfect empitom of a gentleman. He used his suave voice and charming ways to manipulate her.

"You tricked me! You used me..." Fionna sobbed, looking up at Richard. The man raised an eyebrow and began to play with the butterfly knife in his hand, like an expert, only making the woman more anxious.

"I used you? I am sorry to disagree you, doll.... But.... You practicaly begged me to take you." Richard said with a dark malicious smirk.

Fionna looked at him in shock, ready to get up and run, only to have her head tugged back by her hair.

"Easy, easy, little rabbit...." Richard whispered in her ear, his blade running across her neck.

"Got to say.... Your grandparents are quite healthy.... Not good enough for a kidney or liver transplant, but cannibals do pay handsomely." The man whispered making Fionna freeze in shock, more tears running down her face.

"Y-You monster...." she said through grinted teeth, only to recieve a deep chuckle.

"You know.... I was gonna keep you for a little while, but money and blood is more tempting than pussy." he said then pierced her right between her collarbone, dragging the blade down to her core, guts and insides spilling out, her eyes now lifeless pools.

The corpse dropped down on the once white carpet now crimson red. Richard sighed and sat down on the bed, pulling out a cigarette and lightened it up, taking a deep drag of smoke.

Just another day at the Grand Firewood Hotel...

If only his grandfather could see him... He would be so proud.

#Richard Firewood #Slasher oc #Horror characters #Gore #Blood #Scary #Crimes #Serial killer

[depressedhatakekakashi]

I'VE GOT A NEW AU IN MIND

(It's 3 AM where I live and I should really go to bed and turn off my brain)

SO. We know that Kakashi takes his tardiness and his 'obsession' with teamwork from Obito, but why he never took anything from Rin? He was traumatized from her death just as much as Obito's, if not even more because he killed her with his own hand, and we know that he lives in the past more than in the present

So I thought, what could Kakashi take from Rin?

She also has a strong loyalty to the people she cares about, so Kakashi might have taken that from both Rin and Obito, but imagine... Just imagine, for a moment, Kakashi deciding to take the path to become a medi-nin

He finds Sakumo's lifeless body and he can't do nothing to help his father survive (I doubt he was still alive when Kakashi found him, but he was also 5 and very, very freshly traumatized so he could have also found Sakumo while he was still dying and he wouldn't have noticed), Obito has 'died' to protect him during the cave-in and Rin died by his own hand. In all three events he could do absolutely nothing about it, he could not try to heal his father, he could not take the boulder from Obito's body or help him survive and he could do nothing about Rin's (fatal) wound

And he decides that he doesn't want that happening again

Minato does still proposes Kakashi to be in Anbu, but Kakashi knows that in Anbu he would just see more death and he wants to avoid that as much as possible, so he takes the medical path instead

And after Minato and Kushina both die he feels like he needs to study even more and get even better so that things like these don't happen anymore, so that the people he cares about will never die again when he can't do nothing about it

Just... Medic Kakashi, who is always late except when it really matters, coming out as lazy and bored but that quickly becomes deadly serious when the situation calls for it

And he still becomes a powerful shinobi, because he needs to be strong to protect those he care about, but he gives more space to his medical training and abilities and avoid killing if he can, because he can't take the image of his hands bloody red from his mind and he doesn't want to feel that ever again (even if it happens, and he hates it)

And Hiruzen still ask him to become a jonin sensei, because he's still strong and he still has the only Sharingan left in the village so he has to train Sasuke and keep an eye on Naruto, but instead of Sharingan no Kakashi he's more known for his medical knowledge than his body count in the battlefield

Medic Nin Kakashi 🥰🥰🥰

Kakashi studying none stop to learn everything as quickly as possible. pouring all of his attention into becoming a medical ninja so that maybe he can start saving lives instead of taking them.

Learning how to heal cuts, bruises, bone breaks, make antidotes, etc.

Kakashi still being known for copying 1000 jutsu’s and increasing his stash of jutsu’s to use, but rather than becoming ‘cold blooded Kakashi’ he becomes known for being a top rate healer.

kakashi studying with Shizune for a while at first and getting tips from her how to study and how to approach patients (since we all know Kakashi is very brash and straight forward at points and that can go over poorly with a patient)

kakashi becoming a top rate Field Medic. Leading missions and helping to heal wounds when all is said and done.

Enemies know him as someone to be feared because he’s fiercly powerful, but they also learn that he’s unlikely to kill unless absolutly neccessary.

kakashi never using his Chidori again, because he never wants to see blood on his hand when he still can’t get the image of Rin’s blood on his hand. Working hard to come up with diffrent jutsu’s that can disable his enemies without killing them, and coming up with his purple lightning quicker because he can discharge the attack through the ground and take down his enemies quickly without killing them.

Kakashi becoming even more known for his electric attacks because he uses them to disarm and disable, rather than killing, and they’re actually really powerful attacks you do not want to be on the recieving end of.

Kakashi actually seeing Sakura’s talent with chakra control and being able to teach her about medical ninjutsu while he passes on his old move chidori to Sasuke (and later helps Naruto create his rasanshuriken).

Kakashi getting to heal people, and by doing so finding some comfort deep down inside of himself. Knowing he’s saving lives rather than taking them, but still being a Shinobi that no one takes lightly in battle.

but also, and i beg of you to imagin this, Kakashi lightly scolding Gai for pushing himself too hard during training and healing his bruises and cuts while Gai just sits there with heart eyes. Gai knowing that this was the right path for his friend to choose because he’s genuinly happy to be able to help people for once. To save lives.

Kakashi still meeting Tenzo because of a mission with him, and being able to connect with him after Tenzo is injured and Kakashi needs to heal him. During that time Kakashi doesn’t find out anything about Tenzo’s situation, but he does pick up on the fact that Tenzo’s in a really bad situation.

He still tries to sneak in to get information on Tenzo, and gets caught by Hiruzen. When he explains the style he saw Tenzo using Hiruzen is intriqued and decides to have Kakashi keep an eye on Tenzo when possible.

[error-what-blog]

Hello! I really like the way you write :) Can you do a kidnapped MC? RFA + Saeran? Like they don't see MC that day and start panicking and how they find her? Thank you very much, have a good day ❤️

Oh my god Tumblr decided to refresh and I lost all the work I did… … … 

Kill me. 

But hey, I love this request so I’ll do it again.

*Quick note: I restarted writing this yesterday after Tumblr deleted all my work  and got through Jumin and Yoosung’s and said I’d finish it today and guess what, I’m sick with the flu. This request is cursed or something istg lolol*

Trigger Warnings: Sexual harrassment, gore, torture, abuse & suicidal thoughts. This headcanon is quite graphic, please do be aware of that before reading, as I believe that for people to actively kidnap someone, nine times out of ten it’s a personal vendetta. Not for all of course.

Also, I didn’t do Jaehee because I genuinely could not think of an instance of where it would happen, so I do apologise. I hope you’re okay with that.

Mc gets kidnapped.

♚Jumin♚

He was away on a business trip when he recieved an anonymous message with a picture attachment.

“Mister Han, it has come to my attention that you have gotten quite the hefty bonus this year. I want it. Make your way back to Korea today and contact me again. Attempt to involve any form of authorities and I’ll make sure your precious wife suffers even more than she already is.”

The image showed Mc bound to a chair, gagged and sporting two black eyes with cuts on her face. 

Jumin was ringing his bodyguards immediately, firing all of them for not doing the one thing he asked them to do; protect his wife while he was away.

Once he ended the twenty second long call, he was on the phone with the trusted hacker, 707. 

He explained what happened with Mc and the captor’s demands. Seven told Jumin not to worry and he would begin his work in finding Mc. 

From then, Jumin began his flight home. 

Mc felt hopeless. The man seeking Jumin’s bonus had not upheld his end of the bargain and had relentlessly tortured her.

He had done his very worst. He removed three of her fingernails with a pliers, broken her wrist, punched her so hard she lost a tooth and beaten her black and blue. 

This was Mc’s breaking point, as much as she wanted for Jumin to come and rescue her like a knight, she just wanted all of this to be over. She wanted all of the pain and suffering to dissipate along with her. 

The party co-ordinator could feel the blood ooze out of the open lacerations across her body.

This man was clearly looking for more than Jumin’s money. He wanted him to suffer and what better way to make the man suffer than to put his wife through the wrath of his pyschopathy.

Mc could hear the eerie and dark laughter the escaped the man’s mouth as she screamed for him to stop.

Almost as though God had heard her prayers, multiple cops came into the room and wasted no time in filling the man up with bullets. 

This time, she wailed because she could see her beloved run towards her with a team of paramedics carrying a stretcher. 

The were quick to untie her from the chair and lie her down on the stretcher and begin to stop the bleeding. 

With that, Mc lost consciousness.

It was the strong smell of disinfectant that pulled Mc out of her slumber. She opened her eyes slowly, the affects of the strong painkillers she was on made her drowsy. 

“Mc?”

She followed the voice and saw Jumin, and the rest of the members of the RFA, looking at her with concern sketched on their expressions. 

“Guys?” Her voice sounded like she had swallowed sandpaper. 

“Hey Mc, how are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been asleep for weeks but I’m still tired.”

“You’re not wrong. You were put into a medically induced coma when we arrived here to help your body better recover from your injuries. It’s been three weeks since then,” The doctor said as he walked in. 

The doctor then asked everyone but Jumin to leave the room and he then told Mc of the injuries she suffered with.

“You had three broken ribs, a broken wrist, broken eye socket and a fractured skull. You had three fingernails removed, lost a tooth and suffered from multiple lacerations across your limbs and torso. You are truly lucky to be alive. The medicines I am perscribing you are mostly strong painkillers that you have to take daily and also some immune system boosters. Mr Han her bandages need to be changed every day and disinfected. We also can provide counselling to help you with any emotional turmoil you may experience following such a traumatic incident.”

“Thank you, doctor.”

Once the man left, Jumin rubbed the back of his hand againt Mc’s cheek. The three weeks while she was in the coma were hell. Although he had never been more glad to see her just awake and breathing.

✬Yoosung✬

One minute Mc was standing outside the bakery waiting for Yoosung to return with some pastries, the next she was being dragged into the alleyway with a chemical scented rag being held over her mouth and nose.

She kicked and tried her best to scream but her panicked state did her no justice. 

As Mc inhaled more and more of the smell and soon enough, she felt herself fall limp in the arms of the stranger. 

When Yoosung came out of the bakery, he was confused to see that Mc wasn’t there. 

When he took out his phone to ring Mc, ruckus from the side street beside the bakery caught his attention.

He walked to the top of the alley and what he was met with scarred him forever.

Mc’s unconscious form was being stuffed into the boot of a random car. 

“HEY!” Yoosung screamed, his feet having a mind of their own and sprinting towards the man.

Unfortunately he wasn’t quick enough and the man made his escape with Mc. 

Yoosung only made it in time to get a face full of black smoke emitting from the exhaust pipe. 

The blonde didn’t know what to do as he heaved for breath.

Cry.

Scream.

He decided that he could panic later, even though he was only hanging on by a thin thread. 

He needed to get her back asap.

He contacted Seven right away, waiting impatiently for the redhead to pick up.

“Yo, yo, yo what’s up loverboy?~”

“Seven, Mc’s gone… I don’t k-know what to do. Please…  help…” Yoosung’s voice betrayed his calm persona. 

“Ho, ho, ho lovers quarell?”

“No, Seven, Someone took her… she’s gone in some car.”

There was silence on the line before the hacker ordered Yoosung to make his way to the bunker immediately.

Yoosung had never ran so fast before.

When he arrived at the bunker, Seven wasted no time in questioning Yoosung about the cirumstances, a number plate from the car and whether or not he knew if Mc had her phone on her.

“There was no number plate and I think she still has her phone.”

“Alright I’ll try tracking her location and we’ll work from there.”

“-sell for a good price. I might have a go of her before the auction because damn, look at that body.”

The part of the sentence Mc managed to catch caused her eyes to shoot open and see a single man talking on the phone.

She began to kick and and attempted to scream through the rag tied around her mouth. 

“Oi! You might as well stop struggling now, if you don’t I’ll have to make you and that will knock a few coins off your price for damaged goods. And believe me, you don’t wa-”

The man was suddenly cut short, as a loud bang resounded throughout the warehouse. His eyes were wide an unblinking as he looked towards his chest. There was blood pooling out across the fabric of his white shirt. 

Without notice, the man collapsed onto Mc. 

Mc began to scream through her gag once again, her tears blurred her vision as she hook violently, the weight of the corpse on her body adding to her breakdown. 

About three seconds later, the body was lifted off of her and she was being held up by the shoulders. 

Not knowing who it was, Mc only squealed louder an bawled harder. 

“MC! MC! It’s me! It’s me, please stop!” 

Mc’s screams were muted when she realised it was Yoosung in front of her. 

Yoosung untied the rag from around her mouth and held her close as she began to sob and shake. 

“Is she okay?!” Seven asked, running over to his best friend. 

“She’s o-okay, Seven, she’s f-fine,” He said and began to cry as he has never felt so happy just to hold Mc. 

“C’mon, we need to leave.”

Yoosung stood himself and Mc up and kept his arms around her shoulders as she walked. 

♡Zen♡ 

Zen had become incredibly popular since he began dating Mc. 

He was a highly sought after actor and every work he performed in, he sold out the theatre and brought huge success to himself. 

Like now, he was just about to start yet another sold out show. 

He felt himself explode with love and pride as he saw his beautiful Mc sitting in her reserved front seat, smiling at him lovingly as the curtain opened.

Soon enough, the show drew to a close and people began to trickle out of the theatre, excluding Mc who stayed in her seat and the fans who purchased VIP tickets in order to meet Zen afterwards. 

Mc felt very uncomfortable, she had to admit, there was a particular fan waiting for Zen who had been shooting her death glares since the show ended. Mc obviously pinned it as jealoudy of her relationship with Zen. 

But Mc couldn’t shake the feeling of unsafety she felt. 

Mc jumped out of her skin when a quick, “Hey, babe,” was whispered in her ear. 

“Oh my god, Zen!” She laughed and stood up. She was quick to place her hands on his cheeks and connect their lips in a loving kiss. When they parted, both with dorky smiles on their faces, Mc complimented Hyun on his performance. 

“You did amazing Zen, I think this might be my favourite show yet!”

“Babe, you say that every time,” Hyun said as he hugged his girlfriend once again. 

Once they pulled away, Mc and Zen made their way over to the line fans waiting to get a picture with their beloved actor and have a small chat. 

The first few fans came and went, some asking Mc to get in pictures and they expressed their want for Zen and Mc to get married. 

Just after another fan who requested Mc being apart of the discussion and picture, the fan who had been giving Mc weird vibes had stepped up. 

The girl gave Zen a dazzling smile and hugged him tight, expressing how meeting the silver haired actor was a dream come true.

When they were posing for the picture, she turned to Mc and said “Uhm, honey, could you get out of the picture please? You’re ruining it.”

Mc had experienced fans like this before, who were rude to her but never with the level of hostility this one was presenting. 

Zen was taken aback by the bluntness of his fan. “Hey, there’s no need to be rude to Mc.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, Zenny. I just get upset easily when special moments are at risk of being ruined.”

Zen and Mc left it at that for the moment, just assuming it was one of those arrogant and jealous fans.

After awhile, Mc needed a break and some fresh air. 

She stepped out of the cast exit and breathed a sigh. 

That fan really was rude earlier.

“You ignorant bitch!” Mc’s eyes shot open and saw the fan from earlier standing in front of her, the girl’s hair messed up as tears fell down her face. 

“Because of you, Zen thinks I’m awful. Just because I didn’t want my picture ruined by someone as awful looking as you! You ruined my chances!”

Just as Mc went to reply, the girl pulled out a gun and pointed it towards Mc. “Just get towards the car and I won’t kill you.”

Mc had her hands up as she made her way towards the parked car, tears streaming down her face.

“Mc?!” Zen’s voice shouted as she sat in the car. 

“Zen! Don’t go near her or I’ll shoot!”

Zen did as he was told, staying where he was. He watched the girl sit in the car and then trained his eyes to the number plate. He repeated it to himself over and over again.

As soon as the car was away, Zen pulled out his phone and typed down the number plate and was quick to dial the emergency services. 

When they told him they were on their way and had sent a car to follow Mc’s captor’s car, Hyun hung up and sat down on the path. 

He buried his hands in his face and began to cry. He just wanted to protect her and he couldn’t even do that. 

“I think it’s time I make Zen truly see how awful looking you are!” The fan wasted no time in parking her car in a random alley and climbing to the back seat. 

She pulled a pocketknife from her back pocket and began to slash Mc’s face. 

They were all relatively shallow cuts and that didn’t seem to please the girl, despite Mc’s cries and shrieks for her to stop.

She stopped only for a moment an then dug the tip of the blade into Mc’s cheek and dragged it up right underneath her eye. 

Just as the steady flow of blood began to trickle down her face, there was a bright light and banging against the door of the car. 

“Get out of the car now!” A guard shoutes, pointing a gun through the open and at the girl. 

In shock, the girl hopped out of the car and had her arms up. 

Mc was too scared to move, her hand trying to stop the bleeding in her face. 

The co-ordinator barely registered the door next to her being opened until she heard the voice of Zen. 

“Jagiya? Come out of the car, okay? We’ll get you fixed up alright?”

When she got out of the car, she threw herself into Zen’s arms as she bawled her eyes out, so glad that it was over. 

Zen brought Mc to the ground and held her as the paramedics came over and began to clear the cuts on her face. “Miss, we are going to need to take you to the hospital to get stitches on that gash on your cheek.”

After Mc was brought to the hospital, there was a flurry of paparazzi outside the hospital and Zen was advised to get rid of them. 

“Yes, it is true. Mc got attacked by a fan last night following the show. She is completely alright aside from a few cuts and a gash. But I will say this now, being rude to Mc, hurts me too, and I am beyond hurt that this happened to her. I am taking some time off to help Mc work through this and to make sure she feels safe in a relationship with me.”

☀Saeyoung☀

Oh god, he thought the agency was finally done with him and had given up on finding him. 

He thought wrong.

Mc was now in the clutches of the agency and he was being held in captivity watching a live-streamed video of his wife being tortured. 

They were pushing her head into water jut until she began to stop moving and then pulled her out again. 

“See this, 707? This is your punishment for going against us. Now watch as we slowly kill her.”

They were relentless and put Mc through pain that not even Saeyoung himself has experienced. 

Her screams plagued his mind as the people stuck a hot fire pocker into her side. 

He couldn’t believe he let this happen. 

He finally had the life he wanted;

Reunited with Saeran, with a wife and hopes to start a family.

But he just had to be careless. 

Seven was pulled from his thoughts when the door opened and Saeran was running to him. 

“I need to do this quick or they’ll catch me, but just go along with this okay?”

Seven nodded and followed Saeran’s lead. 

He was brought to the room where Mc was.

Her cries softened a tad when her husband was brought into the room. 

“Agent 707, for your betrayal against this agency we need to punish you. However, you’re a one of a kind hacker and we can’t afford to lose such talent, so as a sanction we will kill your wife and hope you don’t disobey again.”

Saeyoung watched as Saeran moved towards Mc and pointed a gun towards her head. 

“P-Please don’t! Please! Don’t hurt her! No!” He screamed and struggled, going along with the performance. 

Just as he pulled the safety lock off, Saeran pointed the gun towards the men in the room and shot them all with precison. 

After that, everything was a blur. The three needed to get out of the building quick and get far away. 

Since then it had been three days and they were camping out in a motel. They had bought supplies and tended to Mc’s wounds and from there, worked towards getting her back to health and getting them all to safety.

✟Saeran✟

It had been tough for Saeran, getting through the aftermath of Mint Eye that is. 

He suffered with crippling anxiety and debilitating depression following the events.

But he had Mc and she was the sole person he had to thank for getting through it.

But lately she had been distant. Sad almost.

She was always on her phone, looking like she wanted to forget the world and dissipate. 

Saeran became fed up with it and approached her about it. 

“Mc what’s going on? I thought we could talk to each other.”

“It’s nothing Saeran, I promise.”

From there it escalated into an argument and boiled down to Saeran screaming something along the lines of, “Get out, go! You’re not doing any good by being her!” 

It was only to hurt her as much as he felt hurt. 

But she still left, only bringing her phone and purse. 

After that he tracked her through street cams and her location by her phone. 

He had never been so grateful for his skills until he saw Mc being approached by a man in a hood and then dragged away. 

“Mc~ My love. We are reunited!”

Mc was shook to the core by the voice in her ear. 

“Why are you doing this to me?! We dated in school when we were only young! Just stop!” She shouted, her shaky voice contradicting her confidence.

A slap to the side of her face silenced her and the feeling of the man’s tongue sliding against the reddened skin of her cheek caused a shiver to quake her body.

“I don’t want to hurt you, my love, but I can’t have you stepping out of line.”

“I’m not your girlfriend! That ended over ten years ago, you psycho!”

“Mc’s you’re in denial, we’re in love, you’re my universe! You’re my every-”

“HEY!” 

All Mc saw was a fist connecting with her ex’s cheek, knocking him down.

Then she realised that it was Saeran landing merciless punches on her ex, and although she wished for him to stop, she couldn’t move from her binds. 

All she could do was cry and beg for Saeran to stop. 

Saeran began to stop once he fully registered Mc’s cries of fear and anguish. 

He stepped off the man and went to Mc with bloodied fists and untied her. 

As soon as she was free, she pounced onto Saeran and cried into his neck as she let out the fear she had been feeling through the weeks of harrassment her ex put her through.

“It’s okay, Mc, it’s over. From here on out you need to tell me everything, alright? Please don’t keep stuff like ths from me.”

Oh god, I spent my whole day doing this lol. I hope you enjoyed and I’m sorry it took so long and if parts are sloppy. This flu has my mind a bit muddles. 

Unedited.

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Desperate Measures

A Richard Firewood Fic.

Authors Note: Richards.... First time. Every murder story starts from somewhere.

This couldn’t be good, not by how the black haired man was gripping his once perfect styled hair in his hands, bags under his eyes that made him look almost sick.

The bills upon bills notes on the big dark mahogony desk were the main reason for Richards current mood; lack of sleep, drinking and the full ashtray were obviously visible.

Ever since he recieved the letter from his grandfather about inveriting the intimidating and luxurious hotel, and of course saying 'bye, bye' to his dream of being a famous surgeon, his temper started to be on thin ice. Its been just two years since he started to lead the hotel and things have been going down ever since. The debts, the pressure; Richard was used to it, but in these two years he couldn't deny that he started to feed on the luxury: a floor at the very top of the hotel, all his, finest food and drinks, expensive clothes that costed maybe thousand upon thousand of dollars.

He basked in being rich!

Like hell, will he go back to living in a cardboard apartament and working two jobs to sustain in just paying the rent. He was done feeling like the worst. His green eyes were full of hate and rage; then just like that he got up and threw the crystal glass of whiskey right into the wall, glass shattering.

In not even 10 seconds, Martha, one of the oldest maids came in, preparing to clean up the mess, not even glancing at the huffing, red faced man.

"Master Firewood... Dinner will be served in half an hour." she annouced, finally looking at the raven haired man.

"Fuck dinner..... We have problems.... Financial problems." Richard said, through gritted teeth, trying to control his temper.

To think that when he started medical college, he was a shy and scrawny guy Who couldn’t be noticed. Now the 6'5 impossing figure with defined muscels and an attitude to match was like a volcano, maybe all these sleepless years of studing medicine, fucked up his brain.

"Leave." Richards authoritive voice boomed and Martha knew better than to try to reason with him at this point, so she left, only to come after one hour.

"Master Firewood.... There is someone that wants to talk to you." She spoke from the entry of his office and Richard only told her to let said person enter.

In came an old man, all dressed in an impecable black suit with a dark coat. He was probably in his 80 from how slowly he walked and sat down in one of the armchairs in front of the desk. He looked like he knew the place, seeming all comfortable.

"Hello Richard. Its good to finally meet you." the old man spoke, making Richard raise an eyebrow.

"And you are?" he asked, his tone all but rude. He wasn't in the mood for chit chatting.

"Oh, pardon me! I am Alfred William. A pleasure to finally meet the nephew of my deceased friend." Alfred spoke, catching Richards attention.

"You knew my grandfather?" The younger male asked.

"Yes, yes indeed! We were golf partners and got on many adventures in young times, until I settled down with my wife. He was such a workaholic and very smart.... I remember when-" But he was cut off by Richard.

"Get to the point." Alfred chuckled at Richards cold tone.

"Ahh... He told me before he died that you were straight to the point. The reason I am here its because of your problems.... Financial problems." That caught Richards attention and he was all ears.

"I may have an answer to your stack of bills." The old man motioned to all the bills on the desk.

"I am old indeed... And my wide just passed away three months ago. I feel so lonely without her. All I have are my children and nephews.....but my health isn't so bright as in the good ol' days." Alfred told Richard with a sad sigh.

"Your point?"

"I have so much money, but I don't know what to do with it. At my age money cannot bring me happiness and I would love nothing more than to enjoy my nephews as much as I can. They are so cute."

Richard was starting to lose his patience and the older man noticed.

"To put it simply I need a kidney and liver transplant. I will pay all your bills and debts. You may wonder why? Simple. I know how much your grandfather put his soul into this hotel and I would hate to see everything crumble down."

Richard was curious where this was going.

"Get me a healthy kidney and liver and we got ourself a deal." Alfred finally spoke, making Richards eyes widen.

"Like steal? You know this isn't like stealing a diamond or a purse from an old lady, old geezer." Richard said, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

Alfred just chuckled and stood up.

"Think about the offer." with that he left the black haired man alone in his office.

Later that day, Richard was standing outside the hotel, at the entrace, smoking a cigarette and debating over the offer.

The old man was nuts, but the offer was tempting and Richard wondered how he could do it.

'A kidney and a liver? He must be talking nonsense.' he thought and was ready to go back inside after finishing his smoke, when someone bumped into him.

"I-I am so sorry.... I am such a klutz. I should be looking where I am going." a gentle voice spoke, and green eyes meet hazel ones.

It was a young woman, no older than 25, a pink blush on her cheeks as she looked at him, excusing herself.

Richard wanted to tell her rudely to watch where she was walking, despite her polițe excuse. He just wasn't in the mood.

Then it was like something striked him.

'You know, Richy man? All the women are looking at you. I bet they will crawl over the place you walk like a God.'

That's what one of his friends from college told him one time they were out drinking.

"Wait! I should be the one apologizing." Richards deep voice spoke, making the young female stop and look at him with wide eyes.

"How about I make it up to you? I invite you for a drink. A form of saying sorry to such a beautiful girl." he spoke in a suave voice, giving her a lop sided smile.

"S-Sure... I would love to." the girl spoke in a shy voice, biting on her lower lip.

Richard smirked inside.

'Jack pot.'

Later at night, they went off for drinks at the bar of the hotel, laughing and joking, basically just talking. The girl was already tipsy and she just drunk two glasses of wine.

"Y-You are so handsome...." the girl slurred, as Richard lead her through the hallways of the hotel, then he pulled out a syringe, piercing the need le in her neck and she fell into his arms.

She indeed woke up, but she was strapped onto a metal table, imobolized and without escape. Her hazel eyes widened when she noticed Richard at the end of the surgical table, next to him another smaller one filled with medical tools.

"What are you doing? H-Help!" That's when the screaming began, but not like anyone could hear her. They were deep down into The basement of the hotel.

Richard put on a pair of nitril gloves, the girl already naked. He took a scalpel and looked at her nervously. Its been so long since he'd done this and all the practice he had done so far in medical school was on dead bodies.

"W-Why?" The girl asked and Richard wondered.

"Why? Nothing personal, darling..... I call this survival. As much as I would have loved to get you between the sheets, money makes the world go around." he spoke, looking at the scalpel and began to work.

He started by cutting up the first layer of skin, the girls screams and tears continuing to follow. Next was the muscels, pulling them carefully apart. He had to be precise or else the organs wouldn't be of any use.

After three hours of cutting, slicing and digging, he finally got the wanted organs out, putting them in special boxes to stay fresh.

He was proud of his work, the girl was still alive but pretty much dizzy and pale.

"P-Please.... God..." she was still speaking, he had to give her credit for being so strong.

"I-I hope you burn in hell..." the girl finally spoke looking deeply into The emerald eyes.

Richard snarled and without realizing he piercing the scalpel right into her left eye, then pulled out.

Oh, she screamed indeed... All bloody murder.

Then, he pushed two of his fingers in her eyesocket, digging and making her scream more.

He smirked darkly, then finally he sliced her neck, blood pouring out of her and down the metal table onto the cold concrete.

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"Ahhh... Such a good work. It was a pleasure doing business with you, Richard." the old man spoke, as two tall men clad in black, took the two boxes that contained the desired organs.

"The money has been delievered into the bank account." Alfred spoke and Richard nodded, looking down.

Before the old man could leave, he stopped.

"I have many friends and relations who would be very much interested into your.... Services." Alfred spoke in an voice that could send shivers down anyones spine, but not to Richard.

"Looking forward to it." the black haired man, spoke, a twisted smirk on his face.

"Atta' boy......Have a nice day!" Alfreds cheerfull voice spoke, saluting Richard and getting into the back limousine, taking off.

Well.... This was a start of a very promising business.

#Richard Firewood #Slasher OC #Alfred William #Horror story #Murder story #Horror characters