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dantelionwishes · 4 years ago

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life is full of ups and downs downs downs downs dow

loredump under the cut. not kidding when I say its gonna be long!

oh shit you actually clicked keep reading thank you for your interest 😭😭😭

YOU KNOW THE DRILL tw // suggestive dont read ahead if youre uncomfortable with the topic of aphrodisiacs!

MIDDLE SCHOOL

before anything, I gotta explain he was born to parents who had an infatuation quirk (makes them hardcore fall in love with you) and an infection quirk (transmits a virus via saliva)

developed his quirk late, since they usually get it by the time kids are four

most people knew him as quirkless before the first incident

in middle school, his class was preparing for a school play, he and his classmate got cast as the main lead prince and princess

coincidentally, they both had a crush on each other and had a scene where they kissed

technically they weren’t supposed to, since its just a play, but one time they were practicing in private and wanted to try kissing “for real”

so they shared a super giggly cute middle school first kiss but well UNFORTUNATELY FOR HIM HIS QUIRK HAD WELL DEVELOPED–

BADABING BADABOOM YOU HAVE AN IMAGINATION USE IT

the only way for the quirk’s effects to go away is to come at least once or pleasuring yourself until it goes away

I DO NOT WANT TO IMAGINE IT BUT. IMAGINE BEING A TEACHER AND FINDING A MIDDLE SCHOOLER WHO DOES NOT KNOW WHAT IS HAPPENING TO HER AND AN ADULT IS FORCED TO TELL HER HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY LLLLIKE–

rip now that I’m thinking abt it, I don’t even think anybody would even kNOW HOW TO MAKE IT GO AWAY so lets imagine she painfully stays that way until they figure out how to make it stop :^(

there’s a big fight that happens between the teachers, principal, and parents of both parties

of course the crush’s parents got mad and called their kid a fuckin uhhhhh sexual predator or some shit despite also beING THE SAME AGE AND NOT EVEN KNOWING ABT HIS OWN QUIRK LIKE HELLLO

obviously an incident like this is going to spread like wildfire but the principal does not want something like this to leak, especially since it was not on purpose and was a total accident

the other kid’s parents and some teachers did not feel comfortable however, and sato was forced to drop out

but not wanting to spread the gossip about their son’s quirk and the incident, they leave the town and move someplace else

thankfully, the principal gives the sato family his good grades and a recommendation to a decent highschool for the trouble

they’re originally from osaka, but moved to tokyo

this is where they start taking precautions with sato, basically teaching him to be careful with his saliva

it was easily taught and learned esp since the mom was already like that around him and others everyday anyway!! she has to take care of her saliva-based infection quirk, after all

HIGH SCHOOL

he got enrolled into a regular highschool in tokyo

no hero course, no support course, no business, just a regular ol’ school

if before, he loved surrounding himself with people, this was where he was forced to develop a lonely disposition to protect himself and others

at least his parents were very protective and supportive of him and they were generally a happy family!

but in school, pretending to be quirkless was just as difficult, getting bullied or pitied for having no special abilities

his excuse for wearing a mask all the time was because his mother had a virus-related quirk, and had to be careful

one day his dad was suddenly got really, really sick

the more he had an excuse to wear a mask because he didnt want to get whatever disease his father started to develop

sato started thinking it could be his mother (but why?) the results didn’t say anything about an unknown virus killing him (which is his mom’s quirk), and that his father really did contract a strong yet very normal disease

while on his second year in highschool, his father, yozo sato, died

apparently, without him knowing anything about his parents, his mother, oba sato, was actually under the dad’s infatuation quirk this whole time

she realised she wasn’t really in love with him when oba had accidentally allowed a drop of her saliva to fall into the meal she was making him, making him sick, and therefore making him weak enough to deactivate his quirk on her

oba, back in her college years, wanted to marry someone else but yozo, who had a crush on her wanted her to himself, used his quirk to make him fall in love with her

so in revenge for making her put up with him all these years to the point of marriage and having a kid, she continued to do this to his food

her quirk doesn’t make anybody sick enough to die, but it made her husband’s immune system weak enough to the point that it contracted a real, serious disease which he ended up dying from instead

sato only finds out the real story when he graduates from highschool, days right after his graduation the mom confesses it all

she does say she truly loves him, but can’t stay around him knowing he was technically “unconsensual love”

sato gets reminded of what his quirk does, and true enough, that’s what him and his quirk turned out to be (a sick combination of his mom and his dad)

they cant bear to be around each other after that revelation and decide to just not see each other again

COLLEGE YEARS

he enrolls into an education course, inspired by the kind principal who helped him finish his middleschool-highschool education when it all started going downhill

sato struggles paying for his college fees esp since he doesn’t exactly have his parents supporting him anymore, nor any contact with immediate family

he has a lot of part time jobs that go all around the clock, he continues pretending to be quirkless so he gets bullied, and has to deal with all that emotional baggage plus being alone so…….clearly my man is TIRED as hell

his side job hustles include: convenience store cashier, bookstore attendant, bar bouncer, and rookie gym trainer (he went to the local gym long enough for him to get recommended a job as a trainer)

college was that point where he starts developing a hardcore yearning for a companion because oh my god hes so lonELY (but cant)

ANYWAY SO

there’s this bully guy who always picks on him in college (for being “quirkless” and a loner and overall a fuckin weirdo with a mask)

tbh sato doesnt really give a shit he’s so used to it but he doesnt have his mother as an excuse to wear the mask anymore, this is where he starts forming the “I have bad breath” excuse

“口臭い” (kuchi kusai) translates to “bad breath” or “stinky mouth” so sato unlovingly gets nicknamed “kusato”

one day he’s walking around the campus at night and finds the bully with his gang cornering another quirkless student, with plans of assaulting her

sato was never the hero type, and was about to ignore the commotion as to not get involved, but something in him moved on its own and he found himself face to face with the gang

he confronts them, but the bully mocks both him and the girl for not having powers to stop them anyway

SIKE BITCH sato’s able to easily strike the other two guys, knock them off their feet enough to be able to tug the to-be victim aside, telling her to report them, before asking her to run away as fast as she can

none of the guys want that (they’re all students) so they have a full on brawl (and this isnt hero academy, its a totally normal university so I wouldn’t assume these guys had very impressive quirks)

except the main bully actually has a pretty decent quirk (he’s like a kinda half human half dragon with sharp claws, scales, and dragon eyes) and gets to injure sato with his sharp claws, seriously injuring his face

a part of his ear is also sort of sliced off, which is how his mask gets accidentally removed in the process

the dragon bully grabs him by the collar and starts angrily shouting at him for ruining his night, being able to do all this shit without a quirk and all and all other derogatory speech

“Well? what do you have to say for yourself?!“

Sato stays silent before spitting right into the bully’s mouth

The bully drops him immediately, about to angrily fuck him up for doing something super fucking gross but WHOOP WHOOP YOU KNOW WHATS BOUTTA HAPPEN the quirk works immediately and the bully is a TOTAL MESS on the ground

Im going to TLDR this part cos its…obviously nsfw but like: sato fully embarrasses him in public (beside the bully’s two colleges nonetheless)

sato stays in the hospital for some time to heal from his wounds

fortunately, afterwards, the bullies all get expelled

unfortunately for sato, he also gets expelled for engaging in bad behaviour, and the bully did say what happened to him (and the college principal did not want his…dangerous quirk on campus) so as to lower any incident, all four were expelled

at least without having to pay for college fees anymore, he could fully focus on paying for food, shelter, and clothes

minus of course the hospital bills needed to pay plus he got a sick ass scar from it anyway HAHAHAHA BSDJHJRHDHF

ADULT LIFE

he had a lot of jobs here and there, but was more or less doing best as a trainer at a local gym where people weren’t allowed to use their quirks and strengthen their body regularly

a few years went by and he eventually shrugged off everything that happened in his final college years but one day someone familiar walked into the gym! It was the fellow college student he saved!!!

she became a policewoman who wanted to get stronger in this quirkless friendly gym and hadn’t given up on her dreams of being a “hero,” inspired by how sato saved her that day

sato never really saw himself as some hero, he was left many nights alone thinking about how easily he could become a villain with his quirk, so hearing that really made him happy

he trains her as her gym coach and she eventually asks him to join her patrol this small part of the city from a gang that was currently going around doing crimes since he’s good at it anyway, saying she could use some extra hands hehe

so yeah!! he does this side gig with her where he patrols alongside her looking for gang crimes and such c:

AND ONE DAY. [WISTFUL SIGH] ONE DAY. HE FINDS SOMEBODY GETTING MUGGED BY A GANG MEMBER AND SAVES………A CERTAIN MAN–

thank you for reading all the way here!!!

feel free to ask for questions or for any clarifications 😭😭😭!!!!!!

#bnha #boku no hero academia #bnha oc comeback #mha #bnha oc #mha oc #lionhe(art)#I know I havent exactly written stuff from meeting toshinori onwards #but thats for another day!!#I only ever wrote Sato's backstory pre meeting all might #yet all I drew as a teen was them as a couple lMAOOO #idk if anyone would wanna read that but honestly iM SURE THE STUDENTS WANT THAT SPICY RELATIONSHIP INFO JHSDJGHAJHJK #my 17-year old self would have been happy in my place ;;3;; !!!!!#i finally got to share his lore!! that was a lot so if you seriously read it all thank you so much aaaaaaaaaaaa #Osamu sato-sensei

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cockbiteproductions · 5 years ago

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multiples of 8, except in the misc section. all even numbers for the misc section

200: My crush’s name is: well well well this question again. you’re not getting anything out of me!!! they fucking use this website!!!

192: I am allergic to: nothing. but i found out like yesterday not everyone gets dermatographia and im kinda annoyed. what do you mean your skin doesnt get red and puffy the moment you touch it......

184: Xbox or ps3: xbox solely because of ah

176: Last YouTube video watched: my watch history says this, which is a scene from a show called billions. this scene in particular is about my favorite character asking about their introduction scene with their former mentor figure that they quickly outranked and asking why they were picked for the internship that lead them down this [entire shitpath].

168: Luck: [long sigh]. [puts on clown makeup].

[obi wan voice] im my experience there’s no such thing as luck.

[rian voice] luck? there’s probability plausibility and actuality. luck is superstition. luck is lazy math. [winston voice] that’s what i always say.

160: Soul mates: again souls arent real..... nor do i believe that people are “meant for each other” on any sort of cosmic/larger level. you are more compatible with people based on your upbringing and your interests and your values and those are adaptable over time though some people are so different that they will never get along and other people match/complement each other incredibly well.

152: Phone or Online: lmaoooo this questionnaire once again showing its age. throwback to when these things weren’t synonymous. online for sure. what am i gonna do with a phone? talk to someone with my fucking voice? i think not.

144: Oranges or Apples: to eat by themselves? probably apples since they are easier and less of a mess. and apples are more consistently better than oranges. oranges, it’s easy to get a batch that just sucks. juiced? probably orange. i love me some fuckin orange juice. but i like apple cider more than orange juice.

136: Hillary or Obama: lmaoooo again.. the age of this. 2008 or 2012. going to guess 2008. obama but not like. enthusiastically. while he was certainly better than [what we got going on now] he still bombed the hell outta some countries......

128: Manicure or Pedicure: ive never had either but i would probably be more comfortable with a manicure. people touching my feet would make me ticklish.

120: Gay Marriage: the only type that should be allowed. sorry straights youre no longer allowed to get married. /s obviously.

112: Facebook: oh BOY are you fucking ready. are you???? im starting the readmore NOW because this is going to be something. i doubt anyone except robots maybe will actually read my deranged pro-privacy anti-facebook/social media/surveillance rant but im angry every time i think about it and if i were a more important person than a rando on the internet with a keyboard im sure facebook would hire someone to kill me one day.

FUCK FACEBOOK. FUCK THAT SHITTY ASS WEBSITE THAT AT EVERY TURN HAS BEEN REVEALED TO HAVE HORRIFYING PRACTICES OF DATA COLLECTION.

but before that, they need to pay some goddamn fucking taxes. they are profiting off the data of billions of people and getting away with paying SO LITTLE back.

you ever hear about deepface? no this is not the beginning of a prequel meme. deepface is facebook’s facial recognition technology and facial recognition is fucking terrifying. that shit is as good as humans at facial recognition at this point. does that not scare you? that a bunch of computers can figure out if this photo contains you or not? it’s one thing if humans recognize each other, but another thing when computers who can process data almost infinitely faster than humans can are able to do it. the scale and speed at which these fucking nightmares operates is hard for us to imagine and so we are all not scared enough of what they can do. this kind of technology is so deeply privacy violating it’s hard for me to stress it enough. every image of you ever uploaded on the internet could possibly be put through facial recognition tech. and with the fact that there are cameras literally everywhere at all times now at this point it’s so fucking possible that if desired, someone could find out where you are at all times. and that gets SO scary when used by governments. are you comfortable with your government knowing where YOU are at all times? yes? what about if tomorrow your government is overthrown by a group of radicals you completely disagree with? you still comfortable with that? facial recognition is kind of a fucking pandoras box that we are opening and now that we have the technology available to us, unless we actively take steps back from it, it WILL eventually/already is being used in malicious, intensely privacy invasive ways.

and everything in that above bullet point goes for ALL DATA COLLECTED ON YOU, EVER. everything you’ve ever said on facebook is probably put through some multi layered neural network fucking robot who is learning how to understand what humans say on your input and also cataloging things about you as a person. it is doing SO MUCH more than reading the exact text of what you are saying and then picking up on keywords. neural networks are an attempt to copy how humans think by making an artificial version of a brain basically. in simple terms it’s a map of points and connections and you feed it data for a while and tell it what the desired outcome should be. it will adjust those connections and the weight of those points based on your data and expected outcome. that change in connections and weights is how it learns. then after a while it has fed on enough data that it will begin to expect what your desired outcome is. now imagine millions and millions of connections and points. it’s fucking huge. you ever hear about how we don’t know how machine learning/deep learning/neural networks works? this is that. it’s because they are so large and they have changed their weights and points so much that we no longer understand how it makes its decisions. ml is on a deeper level starting to understand what you mean when you say words. like a human. and can pick up nuances humans cannot because of its perfect memory. do you understand how scary this is? do you? i really do not know how to express this better how absolutely buckshit wild and terrifying the idea that everything i say online can be scraped and put through a robot and a profile on me and who i am and my ideals can be gathered almost instantly. how hard would it be to write a scraper that goes to my blog and grabs the text of every post in my talk tag? and then there’s free and open source nlp software (or you can pay for it) and you can feed in everything ive said on this blog ever. you can go to my facebook. you can go to my twitter. you can find my profiles on every online platform ive ever used and take everything ive ever said and determine what kind of person i am based on that. and then you can then make further distinctions based on that data. (sidenote: facebook wouldnt have to scrape the data on my profile, it’s all in their databases already. they have everything ive ever posted on public or private, on my old profile i’ve deactivated, every photo ive posted or been tagged in, everything ive ever uploaded to their servers or have been associated with.) and someone or robot can make decisions about me based on that data. it could just be am i likely to buy [this product] or it could be something much more like am i a threat? am i dangerous to you, the person using this data about me? what are my politics? what are my views on [this topic]? are they too extreme? should i be denied [real life thing] based on what this machine has determined about me from my data online? not to sound fucking crazy, but you ever watch that episode of black mirror? nosedive? and its system where you can rate interactions with people? how this one girl was trying to increase her ranking so she would qualify for a cheaper price on housing? how we’re already starting to see things like this in real life with china’s social credit system?

call me a fucking wack job but i think it’s so deeply creepy that we have digitized so many aspects of our lives and leave machines we no longer understand how they make their decisions to analyze every bit of data about ourselves.

by the fucking way facebook tracks data on people WHO DO NOT USE FACEBOOK. FACEBOOK TRACKS DATA ON PEOPLE. WHO. DO. NOT. USE. FACEBOOK. are you scared? i am.

i’ve been thinking about this tweet from @/malwaretech on twitter from a few days ago. text: On a serious note, social media tracking is more extensive than you may think. For example: those Facebook 'like' buttons you see on every website? They call home. If you're logged into your FB account, it records that you visited that web page, even if you don't click 'like'. doesn’t that sound a lil fucked up to anyone else? that facebook knows that i visited that webpage even though i did not tell it? that it will use that data to build a better profile on what my interests are and that it will use that data to better sell ads to me? i’ll be honest i am unsure of if facebook sells that information to other vendors. i think that might be not allowed but i wouldn’t be surprised if that data somehow got into the hands of people who arent facebook.

the fact that for the longest time you could NOT get your data deleted from facebook? that even if you deactivated your account facebook would still keep all of that in their shit ass servers forever? as far as i know, that’s changed now, but i would not at all be surprised if the next day it was revealed that facebook was Actually Keeping all that info anyways

the fact that by default facebook’s privacy settings are set to allow anyone to see most info about you? just this whole opt out culture is so fucking wack. it should be opt in. your privacy settings should default on the MOST PRIVATE and it should be up to you to ACTIVELY SEARCH OUT how to change them to public. it is ON FACEBOOK to actively cultivate privacy but of fucking course they don’t.

lmao cambridge analytica politics russia brexit trump. i don’t have the energy to even open this fucking can of worms but i will say that again, another layer of deeply fucked up that political campaigns can use that data to try to coerce or influence elections.

do you remember when in 2019. yes twenty. fucking. nineteen. 2019. two thousand and nineteen. 2019. i dont know how more to stress how recent but late this is. 2019. facebook admitted that it and instagram were still. STILL. STILL. S T I L L. storing passwords as plaintext? meaning your password that is “password123ilovedogs” is stored AS “password123ilovedogs” in their database. it is STANDARD AND EXPECTED PRACTICE that websites store SECURE hashes of passwords (not like fucking. md5 or something) meaning you do a bunch of fucking “irreversible” math on the password and store that instead of the actual password itself. so the db would be storing “298!79v@w8W#R;3,f9jf” instead of your actual password. anyways face. fucking. book. was storing passwords as plain text. which means if they ever have a data breach on their passwords db then all that data inside will just be your actual goddamn password. your actual goddamn password. what the fuck? what the fuck? and we still use this website? we? me? i use this website daily? i use this website on a daily fucking basis and allow it to continue to collect information on me? im so goddamn angry.

the fact that now in this day and age you are considered weird for not having any social media? super fucked up. the fact that employers will check your social media and if you don’t have one that is somehow a red flag? weird as hell. why must we participate in the world’s largest data collection scandal ever just to be a member of society? i cannot choose to opt out. facebook collects data on me even if i do not have an account. society expects me to have some form of social media and if i do not then that i am the weird one for it. if you choose to live a life of trying not to be tracked it is almost impossible. can you live your life in modern society without an email address? without a smartphone or laptop? there is an expectation that every person is available to communicate with digitally and if you find the practice of data collection abhorrent and don’t want to use websites that do so, then you’re the weird one who has a LOT of society’s services unavailable to you.

im not going to even touch on the psychological effects that facebook and social media have on people other than to ONCE AGAIN, say they are very real and deeply fucked up.

by the way check out haveibeenpwned. enter your email and it’ll check against databases to see if your email has been on recent dumps. i have been. lately there have been a few older accounts of mine that have been breached and it’s terrifying.

fuck jesse eisenberg man he fucked over spiderman crazy

fuck faang. fuck big tech. fuck data collection. btw edward snowden is a hero. fuck all of this.

104: The future: man we’re in for it. i am not optimistic about it at all. too much tech progression / not enough foresight / expansion/globalization of the world / global warming / political and economic issues are all coming to a head to make the world a fucking disaster.

96: Changed a diaper: never done it! i am not around children often.

88: Something I will really miss when I leave home is: having a vague idea of where things are locally. im very bad with directions.

86: The thing that I’m looking forward to the most: answered already.

84: People call me: yeesa, apparently. i have a fair amount of nicknames but i just call myself teresa.

82: I have gotten a speeding ticket: sure haven’t though i deserve one

80: The first person i talked to today was: soph because she wakes up at a normal goddamn time so i’ll sometimes have a text from her from a few hrs ago

76: Right now I am talking to: milo and a discord server im in for a group of friends i made when i was applying to college. though i havent responded in quite a while since i went on my angry facebook rant.

74: I have/will get a job: well i HAD a job for the beginning of the summer when i was a TA but i do not any more as that was first summer semester only. hopefully in the fall i’ll have a job as a TA again but who knows. and then after that when i graduate i hope hope hope hope hope i will have a job lined up.

72: Today: woke up. made a plum smoothie. played minecraft. took a nap. here i am. it’s all very riveting.

70: Next Weekend: it’ll happen for sure. odds are i will be waking up and eating food and coming on the internet and chatting with friends and doing a bit of writing and trying to learn a bit more html.

68: The worst sound in the world: answered already.

66: People that make you happy: will roland lmao.

64: My friends are: well it’s basically the same people i tagged in my last post on people who make me happy.

62: My School: you tryin to doxx me? it’s alright. not the best for my major. and also stupidly trying to reopen for the fall because theyre greedy and idiots. it was like my 5th choice school but it is what it is.....

60: I lose all respect for people who: already answered

58: Your hair color is: black as fuck. im east asian.

56: Favorite web site: controversial but archive of our own dot org i guess. i believe in their mission and like how they have advocated for fans and have created a fan-owned space on the internet. they’re not perfect but i overall support them.

54: The worst pain I was ever in was: answered already

52: My room is: a time capsule of what i liked in late middle school/early high school.

50: Where would you like to be: im fine where i am. maybe visiting friends though. i would like to Hang With Them and Do Fun Activities.

48: Ever been in love: who’s to say....... what is love? (baby don’t hurt me). but for real the concept of love is weird to me, especially romantic love. i don’t know. i’ve certainly obsessed over people. i’ve noticed i kind of “pick people” to have crushes on. i can’t really say why. but then it creates a feedback loop of i pay more attention to them -> i think more about them -> i like them more. so i’ve made conscious decisions that have lead to me obsessing over people.

46: More guy friends or girl friends: girl but that’s just because people in fandom spaces tend to be women and most of my friends ive made through fandom.

44: One person that you wish you could see right now: kaity is coming to my town but we cant see each other because of a pandemic so im kinda fucking miffed about that. i didn’t get to see maria before she left my state so i’m also miffed about that.

42: Have you made a list of things to do before you die: lmaooooo no. i would just like to be satisfied with my life. would like to see friends. do fun things with them.

40: Last person I got mad at: idk im not generally a mad person. mark zuckerberg probably.

38: I wish I was a professional: as in i suddenly have all the skills and talent needed to be a professional? i think a director &|| writer tbh. i would love to have the Creative Vision necessary to come up with dope ideas AND translate what i have in mind into real life. i would love the ability to be able to tell compelling stories that mean a lot to people.

32: Athlete: lmao if it was 2008 or 2012 i would ahve said ryan lochte but nevermind. idk. maybe katie ledecky.

24: Movie: am not much one for movies...... star trek 2009.

16: Book: i don’t know how to read.

8: Yankee candle scent: idk about yankee candle specifically but i love the smell of apple.

#not rt #teresa answers stuff #Anonymous

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www-wlw · 6 years ago

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hi i just wanted to say i support u and this blog and ur opinions on the discourse, as somebody who actually is intersex the comparison was in no means intersexist. 🐝💛

I originally wasnt going to answer this ask because I wanted to distance myself from all that the recent shitstorm kicked up but someone sent an ask calling me intersexist to a blog I had reblogged some posts from. Thankfully they were understanding but this has got to end. Thank you for your support, i appreciate it and I do acknowledge that getting one persons approval doesnt speak for the whole community.

But.

I can't help but feel that the comparison wasn't the actual point of contension, and rather the fact that it was ace discourse that got people mad enough to send jerkoff asks calling me a terrible human. I havent heard anyone actually say why the comparison was incorrect or offensive and I get that I'm not intersex but it was typed out at a bus stop in my free time after work. Im not a god, Im not the authority of all things LGBT and my comparison was meant to be a way to contextualize my stance since i know im not the best at getting my ideas across without massive walls of text. (Like this lol)

As for not responding to people.

Honestly can you blame me for not wanting to dive straight into a pile of discourse brewing? I said something about ace people and by the increasingly full inbox I knew what happened to biphobique and bisexualdaffodil was about to hit me. So i decided to not respond to anything regarding it. My thinking was that after about a week people just in it for the hunt would be filed out in search of someone else and I'm sorry to the people who wanted to actually talk who got shunned but seriously, there isnt any way to know who has good intention and who's making up for lost time in debate club and is just looking to yell at someone for not having the same feelings as them.

And as for Eim and Kam leaving.

Through my life I have become the sort of person whos stubborn to a fault. Ive hurt myself and Ive hurt others with the way that I dont back away from percieved challenges. In this situation I felt like leaving the blog would be me confirming every accusation and giving in to peer pressure. So i dug in my heels and even though I did feel bad for Kameron, I didnt want to give up this blog to become another deactivated link due to discourse and harassment. I didnt "steal" this blog and I'd appreciate it if people stopped saying that.

All that out of the way, thanks to those who have read this far down and thanks to those who support me. Please support Kam and Eims new blog at @floral-bi (i believe thats the new url) and keep being beautiful.

- Mod Sylvia 🌲

#answered #anonymous #asks #long post #discourse #?#www wlw #www-wlw

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riverrunfar · 7 years ago

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We're gonna be okay

(Holy shit! You guys!! I didn't think my last post was gonna get that much attention! Over 100 notes?? Thats crazy im ajakfjsaujdh- thank you guys!! I personally thought that last post was complete garbage but idk about that anymore. Anyway I was rewatching Jacksepticeyes lets play of DBH and I wanted to write another fanfiction! Also I would really love some feedback on if you guys want some more Connor x Reader things! Thanks again that makes me super happy guys!)

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human

Paring: Deviant Connor x Detective Reader

Summary: You, Connor, and Hank get kicked from the deviant cases because of the hole war that was going on and everything and you had to leave Connor and Hank to warn Markus about it. Soon your faced with machine Connor with him pointing at gun at you and Markus. You got shot! Now what's gonna happen?! Read and find out!

Warnings: Swearing, blood, violence, wounds, and mentions of death. (Also spoilers?? I tired to write down what i remembered from the game but i know its not 100% accurate so don't come after me. Juussstt warnin ya! :))

(Honestly guys this story is kinda all over the place but i hope its still good. Its way longer then i wanted it to be but oh well. There might be some misspelled thing but oh well. I really don't feel like fixing them rn 😂 anyway i hope you like!)

"You're off the case." Fowler said. "Wait what??" you yelled as you looked at Captain Fowler in complete shock. "You can't pull the plug on us now! Not when were so close! Can't you have my back this one time?!-" Hank said. "This isn't in our hands anymore Hank! This is doesn't have anything to do with us anymore- this is a fucking civil war were talking about here! We have no control over this situation anymore!" Fowler yelled.

You stood there in complete shock. No way! They couldn't do this! Now what are you gonna do? You're gonna have to tell this to Markus right away!

"Hank your back on homicide. While the android goes back to Cyberlife." Fowler said as he nodded over to Connor. You looked at Connor with a concerned look. Connor looked at the floor for a second, then to you. You gave him a 'im so sorry' look and he just looked back at Fowler with a slightly sad look on his face. "As for Y/N, your back on the red ice investigation. They need you back there because they have barley gotten any leads since you left." Fowler said as he rubbed his head. You nodded and looked down at the ground as you shoved your hands in your pockets.

Hank walked out of Captain Fowler's office and you followed right behind him along with Connor. You sighed as you sat in a chair next to Hanks desk while Connor sat on Hanks desk. You bent over and put your head in your hands while Connor just looked at Hank for a second.

"We could have solved this! With just a little more time! We could have accomplished this mission!" Connor said with a frustrated tone. "So what? Now your headin back to Cyberlife huh?" Hank said as he looked over at Connor. Connor shook his head, "I have no choice. Im goings to be sent back and deactivated to see why I failed my mission." He said with a slightly sad and disappointed face. You looked up at Connor with a worried expression.

"But that isn't fair! You didn't do anything wrong! We just didn't have enough evidence! We weren't close enough! It's no ones fault! Especially not yours Connor!" You said in a defensive tone. Connor shook his head. You sighed and looked back down at your legs. Hank was about to say something but you stood up and walked in front of him and Connor.

You hugged Connor. You hugged him like it was the end of the world. You felt so bad for him. You always believed deviants were in the right and humans were in the wrong. Markus helped prove that along side with the rest of Jerico.

You had developed feelings for Connor over the last few months of working with him and Hank. You had a crush on the Android, you wouldn't deny it. So knowing that this would probably be the last time you saw him, you hugged him with everything you had.

Connor didn't know how to react. He didn't know if he should hug you back of if he should push you away. So he didn't do either. He just sat there. Shocked. While you hugged him. You understood that he didn't hug back, but it still hurt you non the less. Slowly you let go of him. You needed to go and report to Markus and the rest of Jerico about whats happening. But you didn't want to leave Connor. You looked at Connor with sad eyes as he just sat there, stunned. You looked down as you shook your head slowly, then you felt tears start to make there way to your eyes.

"Im sorry Connor but I need to go. I have to go do something." you said sadly as you looked up at him. He looked at you with a sort of sad expression.

'No!' he thought. He didn't want you to leave just yet. He wanted to spend his least moments at DPD with you! He didn't know why but he just wanted to stay by your side! And just be with you!

"Im...Im gonna miss you, you fuckin android..." you said as your voice cracked. You slowly leaned in and kissed Connors cheek. He was taken back and so was Hank. Poor Hank was so confused. He was just sitting there awkwardly as you too were in your own little world.

Connor didn't know what to do or how to react. This wasn't in his programming. This wasn't part of his software. He was so udderly lost for words. Poor boy. You chuckled softly at his reaction. But oh was that laugh music to Connors ears. He loved it and he realized he wanted to hear it more. But he couldn't.

You slowly let go of Connor and backed up away from him. Your touch still lingering on his shoulders. You sighed sadly and looked over at Hank. You put a hand on his shoulder and gave him a small peck on his head. Not knowing if you were gonna see him again either. You were going to go help Markus with the revolution and you had no idea if you were gonna make it out alive. Hank just looked up at you confused as ever as you looked down at him with a small smile.

"Bye you guys...i.." you trailed off as your voice cracked. "I'll miss you two..." you said softly. You felt your tears overflow and run down your face. You quickly turned around and walked away, out of DPD, and to go to Jerico to help Markus and the rest of the cause. All the while, Hank and Connor sat there confused and sad.

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You cautiously walked into Jerico and quickly found your way to the main room and ran up to wear Markus, Simon, North, and Josh were at the top of the ship.

You were panting by time you made it to them. They quickly turned around as you had scared them. Josh let out a relived sigh as Markus walked over to you. "Y/N what are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be-" You cut Markus off, "They kicked us off the case and are handing the 'situation' over to the fbi and the army. This isn't in my hands anymore. Which mean I have no idea what they plan to do anymore." you said this a forceful tone. Markus looked at you slightly stunned.

"But all i know is that there on to us. There close to finding out where Jerico is! So that means we need to be on high alert." you said with a stern tone. Markus nodded and looked back at North, Simon, and Josh. "Josh, Simon, North, go tell our people downstairs to be cautious and ready for anything that may happen. The 3 of them nodded and quickly left to go warn the rest of Jerico.

"Do you know what they know?" Markus said in a concerned tone. You shook your head. "All I know is that they know what Jerico is. I don't think they know WHERE Jerico is though." you said. Markus nodded. "What about 'the famous deviant hunter'? Where is he?" You were about answer when all of a sudden, you were cut off.

"Im right here." you heard Connor say with a stern tone. You quickly turned around to find Connor with a gun pointed directly at you and Markus. He was also in different clothing. Which, you would admit, he looked pretty good in.

"Connor?! Wait- how did you get here??" you asked as you face held complete shock in it. "I was ordered to take Markus here alive. And I won't hesitate to kill anything that stands in my way." Connor said as he pointed the gun directly at your head.

What the hell? This isn't your Connor! You Connor would never do this! He hasn't killed anyone since you started working with him! He isn't like this! He-

You were brought out of your thoughts when all of a sudden you heard a gun shot, then felt a sharp pain to your shoulder. No way.

No way!

Connor shot you!

You fell to the floor as you held on to your arm. Markus called your name, "Y/N!" but you could barley hear him. All you heard was ringing in your left ear. But soon after, the ringing went away and you could hear everything again. Now all you needed to focus on was the bullet shoved into your arm. You looked at your wound, man it looked way worse then it felt. You looked back over at Markus and Connor, and Connor still had the gun pointed at you. "That was a warning shot. Stay out of my way Y/N." he said with a cold tone. You looked at him with complete shock. You felt so betrayed. He told you that he would protect you! That he would save you! That he wouldn't do anything to hurt you! But that look in his eyes says otherwise.

All a sudden you felt something lift you up. It was Markus! He carefully walked up to you and helped you up. After you were standing again, he leaned his body against yours and whispered in your ear, "Go warn help the others. I'll be down soon." you furrowed your eyebrows and turned your head to look at him, but then stopped when he squeezed your arm as a sign to hurry. You looked at Connor and slowly walked forward. His gun still pointed at you. "Okay okay...i-i'll leave...just don't shoot me again." you said with a shaky voice. He looked at you with a cold stair. "I can't let you do that detective L/N. Im going to have to get rid of you first." he said coldly. He was about to shoot but Markus lunged forward and grabbed Connors gun and made him shoot at the ground. You quickly took your chance and ran out of there as fast as you could, and down to the main room with all the androids to get help.

Meanwhile Markus and Connor were fighting over the gun. Connor threw a left hook to Markus face, then Markus kneed Connor in his stomach. This made Connor fall to his knees and Markus was able to grab the gun and pointed it at Connors head.

"Its doesn't have to end this way Connor. You don't have to be like this anymore! They're just using you. We're your people! Come join us and our cause!" Markus said. Connor slowly got up and backed up away from Markus and said nothing. "You shot Y/N. She cares for you Connor. A lot. She wanted to help you become a deviant. You can be with her if you stop being a 'machine' and open your eyes to the reality of things." Markus said with a slightly smoother tone. Connor again said nothing. "Now I think its time for you to decide. Are you just some program, or are you a deviant?" Markus finally said. Connor looked at Markus with a cold look at first, but then it slowly softened as he looked around. He did it.

Connor became a deviant.

"They're going to attack Jerico." was the first thing Connor said. "What?!" Markus yelled. Then they heard what sounded like jets flying over them. "Shit!" Markus hissed as he ran out of the room, with Connor quickly following behind.

Connor ran behind Markus, but the only thing he could think about was how he shot you. He felt guilt in his chest but tried to push away the feeling, but he couldn't. He couldn't believe himself! He shot you! All he wanted to do was hold you and say he's sorry, but he wasn't even sure if he could do that anymore. You two would be lucky to survive this.

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You were running through the halls when all of a sudden you heard a loud BOOM sound. You quickly turned around to see soldiers running around the Connor towards your direction. "Shit!" you hissed. You quickly ran away from the soldiers while still holding on to your upper arm. Along the way you ran into Josh.

"Y/N!" you heard him scream. You stoped in your tracks and looked over to where you heard your name. He smiled slightly and quick ran over to you. When he got closer to you, his smiled quickly faded and you saw his eye dart to your wound. "Your shot-" you cut him off, "Yeah I know what I am- we need to get out of here! People are attacking Jerico!-" you were cut off by the sound of bullets flying past you. Josh quickly grabbed your right arm and pulled you to safety. You two stood there and waited for them to leave. Eventually you both knew that they were far enough, so you both booked it try to go find Markus and the others.

"Do you have any idea where the others are??" you said loudly, glancing over at Josh. "No! We got separated!" he said in a panicked tone. "Damnit!" you whispered. You whipped your head left and looked over to him, "We need to regroup! Can't you talk to them telepathically??" you asked. "No! Only when we're so close!" He said back to you. "Look out!-" he yelled as he pulled you into a little room as the soldiers went by. You two sighed, then carefully walked out, then started to run again.

"We just need to pray to RA9 and hope that we can find them!" he started up again. All a sudden you were tackled to the floor by a soldier! You yelled in pain as you landed on your wound. "Y/N!!" you heard Josh yell. You felt the weight of the soldier suddenly leave you. You looked over to see Josh fighting with the man. You quickly looked around to see if there was a weapon near by. Luckily for you, there was! You reached for the gun then quickly aimed it at the soldier. You felt the pain from your left shoulder shoot through you hole body but you forced yourself to ignore it.

"Josh! Hold him still!" you yelled at Josh. He did exactly that and held him in a choke hole. You quickly shot his head and watched as his body went limp. You sighed and looked at Josh. He nodded and you both took off again.

About five minutes later you ran into North and Simon. You called there names as the quickly turned around to see you and Josh. They smiled as you ran up to them and gave them both hugs! "Oh thank god you guys are alive!" you said thankfully. "We could say the same for you! He had no idea where you guys were so we just started running." North said. "Y/N your arm-" you cut Simon off, "Yeah long story but we don't have time! We need to find Markus-" this time you were cut off. You heard hurried footsteps, so you quickly turned you head only to see Markus and...

Connor?!

Connor looked at you with wide eyes as you did the same. You could hear Markus talking to north but you didn't really pay attention to him. Connor's alive?? Wait but does that mean-

Your thoughts were cut off when you heard Markus say, "We need to blow up Jerico." "Wait what?!" you yelled. "Markus that's suicide! You can't, you'll die- they'll kill you!" North said in a worried tone. "Its the only way!" Markus said, "I'll meet up with you guys again later, for now try to get everyone off the boat!" you heard him yell before he started running. You looked at North, and he nodded at you. "Let's get going then. Come on!" she yelled. You all ran to go help the other androids get to safety.

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"Is that everyone??" Simon yelled. "I think so!" North yelled back. "Then lets get out of here!" Josh said as he started running. "What about Markus?!" you asked. "He'll meet up with us! For now we need to get to safety!" Connor said to you in a calm but rushed tone. You nodded and started running, but all of a sudden you heard gun shots. As you were running you got shot on the right side of your hip. It had barley gotten you, but it was still enough to make you bleed. You cried in pain and fell, quickly grabbing your hip, letting go of your other wound. Your right side was soon soaked with blood, and so was your hands. It was covered in it.

Connor looked back at you with a panicked expression on his face. "Y/N!!" He quickly picked up a large piece of metal as he ran over to you, shielding you and him from anymore bullets. He threw your right arm around his shoulder and helped you up, then turned you and him around as he through the metal at the soldiers, causing them to get knocked out.

"Are you okay?!" He asked in a panicked tone. "Y-yeah im fine! But we need to go! Or else were gonna die!" you said in a rushed tone. He looked at you with worried eyes, but then nodded. You and him both ran and eventually caught up to the rest of them. Also in time to meet back up with Markus too. You all made a run for the exit, but then you heard gun shots again, but this time you weren't the one getting shot.

"North!" you heard Markus yell. He quickly ran back to protect her. You let go of Connor, which causes you to stumble at first, but then quickly regain your balance as you went to go help them. "Y/N no!" you heard Connor yell at you.

You quickly pulled your gun out and started shooting at the soldiers, killing 2 of them. You saw the last one quickly aim at you, then fire. You prepared yourself to feel the pain of the bullet, but it never came. Instead, you felt a arm wrap around your chest and pull you safety. You looked to see who it was and you were slightly taken back to see that is was Connor! He spun you around and pushed you against his chest, being careful not to touch your wounds, then fired his own gun and killed the last soldier. You were shocked. He saved you!

You looked up at him and he looked down at you. He smiled softly at you and let go of you. Then his smile quickly faded as he grabbed your right hand, staining his own in your own blood. "Come on! We gotta get out of here! The things gonna blow!" he yelled at you. You nodded and started running with him.

Then you saw the ledge. Oh god! You guys were fucking high! Were you gonna survive that?! You didn't have anytime to think about stopping when all of a sudden you where snapped out of your thoughts by Connor yelling at you. "Pencil Dive!" was the only thing he said before he pulled you off with him. You didn't even get a chance to react. He made you jump with him cause he knew that you wouldn't jump other wise. You quickly held your breath as you put your arms to your sides and your legs together. Once you hit the water everything went dark. You passed out.

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You woke up cold and in a lot of pain. You opened your eyes slowly yo see you were in a old building. But you couldn't tell what building it was though. You quickly sat up and coughed violently. After you were done, you felt a comforting hand on your back. You turned around to see Connor with a worried expression on his face.

"Connor!" you said happily as you went to hug him, only have you thoughts snapped away as you felt pain shoot through your body. You flinched and whimpered quietly. You forgot that you had gotten shot and looked down at the floor. Then you noticed how your wounds were cleaned up, and that you had bandages on your arm and hip, then covered up by some wraps. Connor sighed and sat next to you, then putting his hand on your leg. You looked up at him with a sad face. But then you realized something. "Wait- Conner! You became a deviant??" you said taken back. He smiled and chuckled softly, then nodded. "Markus helped convince me. He helped me understand that im not just some machine. That im not just some thing that takes orders." he said as he looked at the ground. "He said all the things you used to tell me..." he said softly, almost in a whisper. He held a guilty look on his face. Then he looked back up, not to you, but to your wound on your arm, where he had shot you.

You looked at him with a worried expression, "Connor, its okay!" you said in a soft tone. "I know you didn't mean it-" he cut you off, "No Y/N! Its not okay!" he said as he voice cracked. "I...I fucking shot you!" he said as he looked up at you. You saw tears running down his face. You froze for a second, but then quickly collected yourself.

You put your hands on both sides of his face and wiped his tears away. You didn't care if this put you in more pain, you needed yo comfort Connor. "Its okay Connor. I know you didn't mean too. You were just following your orders. No one is blaming you for this. Im okay! It'll heal i promise!" you said in the softest voice you could manage. He looked at you with his big puppy dog eyes, and you saw tears start to form in his eyes again. This alone broke your heart. "Come here." you said softly as you brought him in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around your hips, being carful not to touch your wounds, as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and held him tightly. He tucked his face in the crock of your neck, which made you giggle slightly. You stroked his hair and ran your fingers though it as a tactic to calm him down slightly. Luckily for you it worked and he soon stopped crying. He slowly started letting go of you as he backed up. When he finally came face to face with you he stopped, and kept his hands on your sides, as you kept your arms around his shoulders.

He looked at you sadly and rested his forehead on yours as he closed his eyes. "Im so sorry Y/N...im so so sorry..." he said quietly as he furrowed his eyebrows together. You frowned slightly and looked at him with a sad look. "Hey, look at me." you said softly as you put a hand on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes and looked at you. "I forgive you Connor. I'll always forgive you. You could shoot me one hundred more times and i'll forgive you. You know why?" you asked. He kept his eyebrows furrowed. "Why?.." he asked quietly. Smiled a sweet smile and looked him directly in the eyes.

"Its because I love you."

Connors led went red, then yellow, then back to its beautiful shade of blue. "You...you do?" he asked hopefully. You smiled and nodded softly. "Yes. I don't when I fell for you but it was somewhere along the way of us being partners. But I think I realized i loved you when you saved me from falling of that edge when we were going to catch a one deviant, you know, the one that loved the pigeons and stuff." you said as you and him giggled. "You didn't have to save me then. But you did. You chose to save me instead of accomplishing your mission. That's when I realized you were going to become a deviant." you said as you giggled again. He just shook his head and smiled at you. "As time went on, I fell more and more in love with you Connor." you said softly as you looked at him. "Tell me Connor. Do you feel the same for me?" you asked quietly, but only loud enough for him to hear. He looked at you as a smile grew on his face. (In your opinion, it was the cutest smile you ever saw.)

"I do. I love you too, Y/N."

Connor said only loud enough for you to hear. You smiled widely as you eyes lit up. Oh god Connor just melted seeing your reaction. He thought it was the cutest thing ever. He put a hand on your cheek and smiled softly as you leaned into his touch. You wished this moment could last forever.

Sadly it couldn't.

Markus came over to you guys and coughed to get your guy's attention. You both turned to face him. "Sorry to interrupt, but, Connor were about to leave." Markus said calmly. You looked up at him questionably, "Wait, what do you mean?" you asked Markus. Markus sighed and looked at Connor. "You didn't tell her yet?" Markus asked, and Connor just shook his head. "I was getting there..."He said quietly. He then looked back at you with an apologetic look on his face. "Im going back to Cyberlife-" you cut him off, "Wait what?! Connor-" he cut you off as well and put his hands up in defence. "Let me finish! Im going back to Cyberlife to get the other androids there. If we get them, then we would be able to out number the soldiers and they would have no choice but to step down." he said calmly.

You looked at him, trying to process what he just said. "But Connor!- Love that's suicide! You can't do that! I-" he cut you off. "Trust me Y/N. Im gonna be fine." he said soothingly. You sighed and rubbed your face. Then let out a frustrated huff. "I can't make you change your mind, can I?" you said to Connor. He chuckled and shook his head. "Im afraid not Y/N." he said softly. You sighed again and nodded. "Okay fine. But you need to promise me one thing!" you said as Connor got up, then help you up. "And what would that be?" he said as he pulled you up to him. "You have to promise you'll come back to me." "But Y/N-" you cut him off, "No 'buts' Connor! You have to promise me you come back to me alive and safe! You got it?" you said as you poked his chest softly.

He sighed and nodded as he looked down at you. "Okay I promise i'll come back home safe and sound for you." he said softly. This made you smile, and he smiled right back at you as he gave you a kiss on your forehead. "Okay. Lets go drop you off at Hanks house so you can get a little more cleaned up and out of theses wet clothes." he said as he grabbed your jacket. You nodded and shivered. You didn't even realize how cold you were untill now. Connor noticed and took off his coat and put it around your arms. You smiled at his action even though you knew it wouldn't do anything, but you still thought it was a cute gesture.

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While taking a ride back to Hanks in taxi, you fell asleep on Connors arm. But he didn't minda at all. Infact he love you being so close to him. He was thinking about if he made it back alive, he would totally go straight to Hanks house to cuddle with you there. The thought brought a smile to his face.

Eventually you guys made it to Hanks house. Connor woke you up gently and told you that you had made it. Your face dropped from a smile to a small frown. Connor noticed this and kissed your cheek softly. "I'll be back later, Okay?" he said softly and you just nodded sadly. He sighed, "Do you want me to walk you up there?" he asked and you nodded fastly. He chuckled quietly, then got out of the car with you. He held your hand all the was up till you were at the door.

You turned to face him with a sad face. He smiled sadly and squeezed your hand slightly for reinsurance. "I'll be home before you know it, okay?" he said smoothly. You nodded and looked up at him. "Okay." you said softly. Then you did something that caught Connor of guard.

You kissed him on the lips.

He obviously kissed you back right away. He loved it. He loved the taste of you. The feel of you. He just wanted more of you.

Yeah he was definitely coming back to you. He thought. After about a minute of kissing, you two broke the kiss and just looked at each other, untill you broke the silence. "You should get going. Everyone will be waiting on you..." you said quietly as you messed with his shirt. He smiled and nodded. "Your right." he kissed your lips one more time. "I'll be back soon." he said finally before he got in the car and drove away to Cyberlife.

You walked in Hanks house only to find no body home. Well of course for Sumo but Hank was no wear to be seen. You decided to call him, but he didn't answer. You sighed and just welcomed yourself to his shower and some of his bigger clothes as you washed you soaked ones. Your sure he wouldn't mind right?

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Later on you found out that Hank was kidnapped by a fake Connor and you freaked out! But then he told you everything was fine and Connor got all the Androids to "wake up" and follow him to go help Markus and the rest of Jerico. This helped but you at ease.

Then the next day you found out that the Androids had won and are now getting their liberty and their rights! This made you the happiest you've ever been! They finally got what they deserved! You felt now you could truly relax! But wait!

Connor wasn't home yet!

And Hank wasn't at home anymore either after you thought about it. He left again? You asked yourself. You had fell asleep last night after Hank got home because you couldn't keep yourself up any longer. So you quickly kicked off the blanks Hank gave you last night, but got light headed as soon as you stood up. After you were fine again, you ran to your phone to call Hank or Connor. Neither of them answered and you went into panic mode!

Were they okay?! Did something happen to Connor?! Did something happen to Hank and Connor had to go help him?! Is Connor wounded at all?

All these thoughts were going through you head, when all a sudden you hear the door open. This quickly snapped you back to reality. You quickly turned around to see Hank and Connor both standing there with grins on their faces. You couldn't help but smile back at them.

Then you tackled the both of them with a hug, which they both gladly returned. Soon you let go and then smacked their arms softly. "Jesus you guys scared the shit outta me!" you practically yelled at them. They both laughed as you folded your arms. "Sorry, I guess I could have woken you up huh?" Hank said with a "im not really sorry" tone. This made you laugh and then nod. "Yeah you dick!" You said with an offended tone. Hank chuckled again and walked into his room to change. Which meant you and Connor were left alone.

He smiled brightly at you as you hugged him with all of your might. He hugged you back just as tight. "Im so happy you're home and safe!" you said quietly and tears started to form in your eyes. He let of the hug and looked at you as he kept smiling. "Of course! I promised you i'd come home to you, didn't I?" he asked and you nodded and let out a breathy giggle. You were so happy and just relived to see him home and safe and free!

Your tears slowly slid down your face as you smiled up at him. He still had his smile on his face as he wiped your tears away. Then he covered every inch of your face in kisses. You giggle happily as you hung on to his while you let him continue.

After he was done, he gently grabbed your chin and forced you to look up at him. When you to made eye contact he smiled softly. Which made you melt. You loved his smile. Slowly he leaned down and kissed you slowly. The kiss was full of passion and love! You could just feel the raw emotion radiating off of him. You turned your head to deepen the kiss and you could just feel Connor melt into your touch. You smiled into the kiss as you wrapped your arms around his neck. He followed you and wrapped his arms around your back, being carful not to touch your wounds.

After a few minutes of making out, you too broke the kiss and just looked at each other. You were both so happy and both feelings were so genuine. You hugged him again once more, then whispered in his ear, "I love you Connor." you said softly. He smiled a huge smile and whispered right back, "I love you too, Y/N." and kissed your head.

Then Hank came back in the room and made a fake gagging sound. Which made both of you laugh and look his way. Then Connor looked back down at you and said, "You think we're gonna be okay?" you smiled and nodded,

"Yeah, we're gonna be okay."

End

AHH ANOTHER ONE DONE!! YEAH!!!! I hope you guys liked this one cuz honestly for me this is a piece of shit but ya know what oh well. I hope it was good cut it took a fuckin long ass time to write!

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aronlikeyou · 3 years ago

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i hate everyone and everything

I can’t seem to get back up on my feet whilst actively preparing to do so for the next 2 months.

I got everything ready and all is left is actually doing the effort yet again. im not exactly sure i have the energy for anything but i also got nothing to do, yet i can’t deny the fear of failure yet again. do i even have what it takes? is this what i really want? is it a waste of money, time but most of all another heartbreak??? i was so hopeful last time and just my luck i couldnt get what i worked so hard for but given the circumstances of literally everything i need to get back up and actually do the work much better this time.

I’m tired, sad , depressed, major lack of energy and just AAAA

My cats help with the pain but i find myself growing more and more dissociated from everyone, deactivated ig because i dont want to get invited to anymore weddings (i’ve attended like 30+ of them this year) also the mental toll ig takes on me like i dont care about people’s lives that much to watch their stories daily, nor am i interested in telling people how im living to keep posting like i used to. i used to post stories for my own entertainment because i take cute content and i dont know its nice to put it all together in some sort of format for documentation

When it comes to my friends.......hee7 im not content with a lot but i’ll say this, im really chill about things but finding my bestfriend grow more and more apart from me because he got a girlfriend is an expected consequence but its all becoming all too real and i dont know she’s my friend too but whatever is it hard to get a call back or even answer my calls???? im hurt lol

Also all my guy situations are weird and im just so offput by all of them, im not getting the treatment i deserve and frankly im tired of settling for subpar treatment. and its not like its bad treatment its just not enough, connection is there but we’re physically not and i don’t feel like the other party is putting in enough effort and im just so. sick. of giving my time to people i don’t think make me feel anything at all, not even like temporarily, just...nothing.

I’m supposed to be finishing this task before my deadline in an hour but here i am writing this because it just feels like i have no one to talk to and thats okay?? i don’t want to talk to anyone and frankly with all the things im feeling i think the biggest feeling is that no one would notice i am gone so might as well just fuck everybody as is and focus on my shit that needs focusing on (but im still very energy depleted)

also i need to workout???? like my body is just not it and i know it helps my mental health so i should get back to it

just more focusing on me and just me

(idc about punctuation whatever)

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bangtanata-blog · 7 years ago

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EXEC_VIENA/. (Jikook soulmate AU) ch.01

- also available on AO3 (listen to EXEC_VIENA/. here)

Summary: When someone turns 21, they will be able to see the red string of fate that ties them to their soulmate. Jungkook has been waiting and dreading for the time to come, only to find out that his soulmate is in fact, his ex, the one whose existence Jungkook has tried hard to ignore for years after their breakup.

In a world filled with soulmates, he wonders, sometimes, if he’ll end up as a Blank, as someone whose soulmate hasn’t been born yet, or who is unlucky enough to have a dead soulmate.

In a world filled with soulmates, he wonders, sometimes, if it’ll be easier to know who he’s bound to be with for life since the very beginning of his life span, instead of spending his first twenty-first years to wander and wonder, searching and guessing on who can possibly be his Only One.

In a world filled with soulmates, it scares Jungkook sometimes: the thought of seeing someone and immediately falling in love with them, to be enamored and willing to do anything to please them, because they’re supposed to be lovers, because they’re supposed to love each other.

(Shouldn’t they work out for it? His heart says, shouldn’t they know each other first, before they decide that it’s true love?)

But in a world filled with soulmates, it also fills him with hope, sometimes; to know that there’s someone out there, for him, someone who can complement him just like he’ll complement them, someone who’ll be and try to be with him even with his faults, and he will do his best to do the same. All because they’re meant to be. All because they’re basically meant for each other.

The thought that someone can love him unconditionally makes his heart beat faster in his chest sometimes, and whenever anyone tries to tease him on how he’s such a hopeless romantic, well, he inwardly agrees.

(The thought of being loved and loving unconditionally—it scares him as much as it makes him incredibly happy).

(He wants to be happy).

However, if people think that simply because everyone are meant to figure out who their soulmates are by the time they turn 21 they will keep themselves single, then they can’t be even more wrong. Especially with the younger generation such as Jungkook, who tries and tries to find and guess someone who could be The One, no matter if it’s just random guesses or mere flings.

‘It’s practice’, the teenagers would say, whenever anyone complains about teens dating other people and having flings before meeting their soulmates. It’s practice before the real thing, they’ll say, because it’s better to know what to do in a relationship before you go throw yourself into the long term one.

That, and it’s probably their libido talking.

It’s a valid reasoning, some would argue; because not everyone immediately meets their soulmates after they turn 21, some has to wait for years, some ends up having their strings suddenly severed, having their soulmates dying before they even get the chance to meet.

And also, just because you’re soulmates and meant to be, doesn’t mean your relationship will be smooth sailing everytime.

There are articles of it, ones that sometimes Jungkook would pour his attention to, a relationship where soulmates’ bond are strained despite their red strings being tied together perfectly, where their relationship is failing, where they’re unhappy, but cannot really leave each other or get into a relationship with another people, because they’re meant to be together.

Having a soulmate is scary, he thinks.

But sometimes, when he sees Namjoon, a hyung he admires, with Seokjin, his soulmate, being happy together and basically being such saps that Jungkook could’ve thrown up in front of them and the atmosphere would’ve stayed sweet—

He thinks he wants that.

He wants that kind of relationship.

Once upon a time, Jungkook had had a relationship similar to one which he would’ve wanted his relationship with his future soulmate to be like.

It wasn’t his first lover, no, but it could’ve been his best one yet.

Park Jimin was a great boyfriend. He was cheeky, sometimes bordering on incredibly petty, with short bursts of emotions and irritation from someone so small when he was teased, yet still very, very sweet and caring and attentive and just great. They had an interesting dynamic, Namjoon would say, mainly because both of them acted like total brats to each other on a daily basis in between of any other couple-y things, but they worked anyway. They worked, and Jungkook had to catch himself from hoping that they could’ve been soulmates numerous times back then. Because Jimin was a wonderful boyfriend; and he had been happy, and he hoped that Jimin was happy, too.

He couldn’t hope, though, he mustn’t. It would be unfair to each of their soulmates, to hope that their lovers before the strings could be seen by their eyes as their ‘soulmates’. Back then, he didn’t want to feel disappointed when, in a possible future, he found out that Jimin was not his soulmate. He was pretty sure Jimin had the same thought; they had an agreement of sorts, anyway, that if by the time one of them were to turn 21, they would break up, and proceed to look for their respective soulmates.

(He found himself hoping for it anyway).

(He had hoped, foolishly, that maybe, maybe, Jimin could’ve been the one).

(Simply because they worked well together, simply because they were happy).

It was all for naught though, all those thoughts of a ‘future’ where they were still together until Jimin turned 21, because by the time Jimin was 17 and Jungkook 15, the older one went to Seoul to follow his dreams.

Jungkook had been supportive of it, because it was Jimin’s dream, and if it was Jimin’s, Jungkook was pretty willing to say that it was his, too. They were that kind of couple, and Jungkook had to wonder if he was a foolish romantic, to be that invested in someone when he hadn’t known if Jimin was truly his soulmate or not just yet.

It didn’t matter anyway, because Jimin moving to Seoul was the start of the end of their relationship.

(…It wasn’t meant to last anyway).

(They were supposed to break it off when Jimin turned 21, anyway. An early break didn’t mean anything. It didn’t).

The end of their relationship was caused by the typical problem in any long distance relationship: the lack of communication. And the Jungkook of the present thinks, begrudgingly, also the lack of effort and commitment on both sides to keep the relationship going.

Jungkook was a teenager. Impatient, rather impulsive, and perhaps, with Jimin who was slowly reaching his dream and slowly, slowly getting father and farther away from him, he had begun to feel insecure.

It ended a few months after Jimin’s debut, when Jimin was 18 and Jungkook 16.

The chats, phone calls and video calls had reduced significantly, especially so when the older boy was busy with work, and Jungkook tried to understand, really, because this was Jimin’s dream, he was working, and Jungkook wanted to support him.

But sometimes, it got tiring when his messages weren’t replied to until a day later, or when they were only left on read, then replied hours later when the topic didn’t matter for young Jungkook anymore. It got irritating when promises of call schedules had to be moved and moved and moved and moved because Jimin didn’t have time anymore, because he didn’t have time for Jungkook anymore.

That was fine.

It wasn’t like he was Jungkook’s soulmate anyways.

They were just trying out relationship with someone who could be their soulmates.

It was fine.

It was fine, he thought, when he had to be the one who ended it, who requested for its end, because Jimin was too busy to consider ending it, too busy to even talk to him.

(And if his fingers were trembling, if he had been crying when he built the courage to type the words out, well).

(It didn’t really matter).

(It was his fault for hoping, anyway).

(And if he was even slightly bitter that Jimin only messaged him a lot after he asked for the break up, he would never admit it to anybody, not even Jimin).

[chat log]

Seagull (9:37 pm): Jimin hyung

Seagull (9:37 pm): hyung

Seagull (9:37 pm): let’s end this

Seagull (9:38 pm): im tired.

Seagull (9:38 pm): i don’t think you really want to continue this anymore too anyway

Seagull (9:39 pm): I don’t think I can do this anymore. Im sorry

Seagull (10:44 pm): …………

Seagull (10:49 pm): goodluck on your career

Seagull (10:52 pm): goodbye

Jiminie (12:12 am): what (read)

Jiminie (12:13 am): jungkook (read)

Jiminie (12:13 am): jungkook what? (read)

Jiminie (12:14 am): jungkook please (read)

Jiminie (12:14 am): please im sorry (read)

Jiminie (12:14 am): lets think about it some more (read)

Jiminie (12:14 am): jungkookie? (read)

Jiminie (8:21 am): jungkook? (read)

Jiminie (8:21 am): jungkook (read)

Jiminie (8:22 am): jeon jungkook I know you’re reading this (read)

Jiminie (8:22 am): jungkook!!! (read)

One (1) missed call from Jiminie

Four (4) missed call from Jiminie

Jiminie (1:34 pm): jungkook please (read)

Seagull (2:12 pm): it’s just not working out, hyung, not anymore

Seagull (2:13 pm): besides, you’re going to be 21 soon

Seagull (2:13 pm): let’s just end this, yeah?

Jiminie (3:42 pm): no please (read)

Jiminie (3:42 pm): I love you (read)

Seagull (3:47 pm): no (read)

Seagull (3:48 pm): no you don’t, hyung (read)

One (1) missed call from Jiminie

Seagull’s number has been deactivated.

Delete [Jiminie] from your contact list?

>> Yes <<

And that was that.

Perhaps it had been overkill to both delete his contact and change his number, but it was logical for him, at the time, who was hurting and just wanted to escape it all. And coupled with the amount of messages and missed calls Jimin had left him after their… breakup, Jungkook was afraid that he would’ve accepted his apology and continued being his boyfriend, because if there was anyone he was utterly weak for, it would be Jimin.

He couldn’t possibly handle reconciling and bearing it until Jimin got old enough to see the string and dump him for the older one’s soulmate, whoever that may be.

And so, it ended.

That was the past.

Right now though, Jungkook is already a college student, ironically living in Seoul since he followed Namjoon—whom he respects greatly—the very moment he finished high school. He may or may not have bounced through some more boyfriends and girlfriends—in which he will always try to treat them right, ‘flings’ or not, because that’s just what Jungkook is apparently; a hopeless romantic—after he broke it off with Jimin.

He’s nearly 21, though, and here he is, with his current boyfriend Yugyeom, leaning on each other’s shoulders as they gaze at Jungkook’s laptop, the device playing an episode of Haikyuu, more specifically the match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa. He’s excused himself from the apartment he shares with Namjoon and Seokjin, and Yugyeom’s roommate has kindly let himself out of the apartment to give both Jungkook and Yugyeom some privacy.

It’s nearly midnight, and by the time the clock ticks past 12, Jungkook will be able to see the string tied to his pinky.

That is mostly why Yugyeom is here, to be quite honest. If, by the time Jungkook sees the string, and it’s not tied to Yugyeom, whose birthday is in November instead of Jungkook’s September, they will officially break it off, and Jungkook will start his slow search of his soulmate.

(“Man, I hope I’m not your soulmate, though,” Yugyeom says, grinning and wiggling his eyebrows as he leans back to the couch. “Surely the world coulda given me a sexier person to be my soulmate.”

“I’m still your boyfriend, here,” Jungkook says, his voice purposely flat, though he’s grinning too. “Don’t make me kick you out, babe.”

“You would never,” Yugyeom gasps, pressing a hand to his chest in mock offense. “I’m your boyfriend! For the next 3 hours anyway.”

“Exactly,” he nods sagely, cackling when his last boyfriend before Revelation Day smacks his shoulder.

It’s nice to know someone is taking this eventual promised breakup as easy as Jungkook, really.

He hates painful breakups, after all).

This is a promise: by the time Jungkook is capable of seeing the string and still having the string tied to his finger (what if the string stops existing, which means his soulmate is dead? What if— …He stops the scary thought before he brings himself an early heart attack), he will not date any random person ever again.

Honestly, he’s seen firsthand on how messy it could’ve been to date someone even after you’ve managed to see the red string tied to your finger. Case in point: Namjoon and Seokjin’s rocky start.

Namjoon and Seokjin’s initial first meeting story is not something they’ll gladly flaunt to everybody like most soulmates would’ve loved to do. Why, you ask? Well.

Namjoon, while having this goofy habit to stare at his string right with a smile after he woke up, hadn’t been the type of person to feel jittery and impatient over meeting his soulmate.

If they are supposed to meet, then they will, that was basically what Namjoon believed in, and thus he lived his life as normal and rather happily, waiting leisurely for the day for when he would’ve met his soulmate.

Which was why when he saw Seokjin, he hadn’t been expecting it.

He was walking down the street, a paper cup of coffee in his right hand as he bypassed a kissing couple in front of a rather fancy café. He would’ve ignored it and walked away, if not for the fact that his string had shortened itself to accommodate with the current distance he had with his soulmate… who was kissing another male.

That was his first meeting with Seokjin, a man who, against all odds and norms, was another of those people who continued to date even when they knew their lovers weren’t their soulmates.

Seokjin and Namjoon had stared at each other awkwardly, the string connecting the both of them hanging mockingly between their fingers.

In a rush of unpleasant emotions running through his veins, Namjoon flinched away from Seokjin’s startled glance, and while he could’ve stomped his way to Seokjin’s way, demanding answers, or he could’ve punched Seokjin, or his boyfriend, or both—

The young underground rapper had debated between fight or flight, and upon seeing Seokjin’s shocked and immensely awkward and guilty eyes—

He chose to run back home, curl up on the couch beside Jungkook, and cry to his shoulder, mumbling and blubbering about his meeting with his soulmate to the concerned dongsaeng.

It took the two of them some awkward meetings—the first three times being chaperoned by a pissed off Jungkook, who during the meet ups spent his time glancing at Seokjin with a scary glint in his eyes, basically daring the older man to fuck this up so he could get a reason to kick ass—before they slowly turned into the saps they are in the present.

(Seokjin teases him, sometimes, over how protective Jungkook was (is) to Namjoon, laughing when the youngest splutters and tries to deny that he’s not overprotective, thank you very much!)

(Truth be told, Jungkook would’ve punched Seokjin if the older man hadn’t tried to search for Namjoon—rather frantically at that—and settle things properly with him).

(He won’t tell Seokjin that, though, not when the problem has been solved).

(…Now, he would’ve liked it better if they stop acting like old married couple whenever Jungkook is nearby. He knows they’re all roommates now, but still, there are things Jungkook wishes he can forget ever hearing or seeing, good God).

(He plans to be as gross with his soulmate when he meets them, because sometimes he’s that petty, really).

(That, and it doesn’t sound bad to be like that with his soulmate, when he’s established enough connection with them, whoever they are).

Thing is, Jungkook is ready. Or, well, as ready as he will ever be, anyway. He knows he won’t immediately meet his soulmate—unless his soulmate is Yugyeom, in which if it is, he won’t be complaining, really. Yugyeom is nice, and he’s his best friend first before anything, so he knows that the other won’t be disappointed no matter the outcome—and that he won’t be actively searching for them either. Perhaps Namjoon has influenced him in that matter, but truly, he thinks, that if they’re really bound to meet, then they will.

(If not—

If his soulmate dies before him—

…Well.

He’ll deal with it later if it ever becomes like that

God, he hopes not, though).

The match between Karasuno and Shiratorizawa has ended beautifully, and both Jungkook and Yugyeom may have screamed a bit too loud sometimes whenever something amazing happened on screen.

“3 more minutes,” Yugyeom tells him, body snug beside him as they both lean back on the couch, now without anything left to watch. Now, all they can do is to wait for the Revelation Day, or so Yugyeom has dramatically named it with a grin on his face.

“How are you feeling, Jungkook?”

“Nervous,” he admits, licking his lips. Sometimes, he figures that throwing out a joke, however lame, is a nice way for him to loosen himself up (Seokjin may have influenced him on that one. He’s glad he hasn’t thrown any puns or dad jokes yet, though). And so, nonchalantly, he shrugs his shoulders as he says, “I think I’ll throw myself out the window if it turns out my soulmate is you, though.” He gets a smack on his shoulder for that, the both of them sniggering right away afterwards.

“You’re an ass,” his boyfriend whispers dramatically.

“You like me,” the older one says haughtily, his grin still in place.

“Your ass, maybe.”

“Gross.”

They share a laugh one more time, their noses brushing against each other.

“One more minute, Guk,” Yugyeom reaches out to hold Jungkook’s hand in his, his grip comforting, grounding. Gosh, but Jungkook is feeling a bit emotional, though. Because Yugyeom really is a wonderful person. A wonderful best friend, even more so; their relationship only starting after a rather bad breakup on Yugyeom’s part (god, but Jungkook really hates bad breakups, though) and Jungkook’s attempt to cheer his best friend up. Their relationship is casual, easy and sweet. He’s so, so good, that Jungkook dares to think that he may have liked Yugyeom more than his other previous lovers.

(Jungkook may have liked Jimin more than Yugyeom, though).

(Jungkook may have liked Jimin more than anyone).

(He stops that thought before it dampens his mood).

(It doesn’t matter anymore, after all).

“Any last words?” The other’s words are registered in Jungkook’s brain and the black haired man hums.

He hesitates, just a bit. “…Thank you,” his boyfriend snaps his eyes toward him, startled at his words. Jungkook’s eyes are on him, his gaze soft and he dares to think that he could’ve been talking with his eyes alone and Yugyeom would still understand him anyway.

“You were a great boyfriend,” he says, utterly honest.

Yugyeom’s eyes are suspiciously glassy. “Don’t make me cry, you ass.”

“You like this ass,” is his automatic response, which successfully makes the other laugh.

“Maybe,” Yugyeom lets out, rubbing off the moisture in his eyes. He pouts, “You make me get dust in my eyes.”

He scoffs, though not unkind. “Sure.”

He looks at the time then, licking his lips nervously. It can start any second now: he will be able to see a string tied to his finger, linked directly to his soulmate, wherever they are.

Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he closes his eyes, letting Yugyeom’s close proximity and his thumb rubbing against Jungkook’s knuckles to calm him down. Anytime now, when he opens his eyes, he’ll see the string on his finger. Anytime, now.

“Ready, Guk?”

Yeah.

“Yeah,” he breathes out.

He’s ready.

Jeon Jungkook opens his eyes, and sees.

The night ends with one last peck between lover-now-turned-back-to-best-friends, the two of them retreating to Yugyeom’s bed for some cuddles and a good night rest.

He wakes up to be greeted by Yugyeom’s morning breath, and after delivering a playful smack on the other’s cheek, he sits up to stare at the red string tied to his left hand’s pinky, visible only to Jungkook and his soulmate, whoever they are, wherever they are. And thus it is with a light heart and a spring in his steps, his day starts.

His life goes on.

It takes Yugyeom approximately 3 months after his birthday to find his soulmate, a cheerful guy who prefers to be called as Bambam. He’s from Thailand, apparently, and Jungkook thinks Yugyeom is lucky as fuck to have his soulmate going to university in Korea than in Thailand. God knows how long it’ll take for them to meet if Bambam never goes to Korea.

The both of them get along like a house on fire, and Jungkook is rather exasperated that he’s placed as another third wheel and subsequently gets to watch soulmate PDA, as if living with Namjoon and Seokjin is not enough. He doesn’t really mind though, even if he complains a lot about it. Bambam seems pretty chill despite knowing Jungkook is Yugyeom’s ex-boyfriend, though it’s mostlikely because the both of them made sure to explain the extent of their relationship to the pink haired guy.

It’s a bit weird that Yugyeom wants him to chaperone the both of them sometimes, and Jungkook has an inkling that the pair asks him that because they want to tease him over his third wheeling. He knows he shouldn’t have complained to them about it, but he figures he doesn’t mind it much. It’s fun to hang out with them, and it’s amusing to play the exasperated third wheel friend part sometimes, especially when he gets to do dramatic eye rolls and amuse other people watching “the couple + their friend” spectacle.

The line has to be drawn when they invite him to a particular concert, though.

“No,” he says, gritting his teeth. He stares at the ticket in his hold, looking as if the piece of paper would combust if he stares at it hard and long enough. In front of him, Yugyeom pouts, but Jungkook is determined not to let it sway him, this time.

“But Jungkook, I already got three tickets!”

“Why did you even get three?” He grounds out, trying to shove the ticket back to his pouting best friend, flashes of old memories already surfacing from the back of his mind. No, no, no, he’s done a pretty good job avoiding this ever since he arrived at Seoul. He’s not about to falter now, he won’t.

He’s spent years trying to forget about the person he probably, mostlikely, most definitely liked more than he should’ve, he’s not going to falter and fall back down the fiery pit once more. He won’t.

“I got them from my friend, remember? She can’t go, so I bought them, and it was basically a buy all three or get none kind of scenario!”

Jungkook grunts, pressing the ticket to Yugyeom’s chest. The other still hasn’t taken back the ticket from Jungkook’s hand, and it starts to piss Jungkook off a little bit. He’s staring at him, no doubt taking in his clenched jaw, his wavering eyes, since Yugyeom’s gaze softens just a bit, and Jungkook hates it a little.

It doesn’t seem like Yugyeom is willing to back down though.

“C’mon, Guk, just this once, please?”

“No.”

“Park Jimin won’t even see you among the crowd, you know.” If that’s his attempt to ease Jungkook, then it’s doing the absolute opposite.

He doesn’t know which one pains him more: the hurt he’ll inevitably feel for being unrecognized among the huge crowd in Jimin’s concert, or the fear that he’ll be seen and recognized, and the things that will follow.

“You can ask for someone else to come.”

“But we both want you to come,” Jungkook curses his weakness for his best friend and everything that makes him soft for Yugyeom, because the other man is pouting at him, purposely making his lips tremble and his eyes bigger than usual. “Please, Gukkie?”

“Ugh,” is all that Jungkook can say. Yugyeom happily takes that as an answer.

“Nothing will happen, I promise,” he reaches out to ruffle Jungkook’s hair, the motion comforting. “Besides, I know you like his songs, and you can see the string now, so it’ll be fine, okay?”

He sighs, looking down at his finger and tugs at his string for comfort, gently, knowing that his soulmate can feel it. He’s developed a habit to play with his string sometimes, twirling it between his fingers and tugging it. Sometimes, his soulmate tugs back. It’s a comfort of a sort, a greeting perhaps, or a reassurance, that they know he exists, simultaneously acknowledging the string of fate connecting them together.

Faintly, he feels his soulmate tugging the string back in reply, and he lets himself relax.

He’s okay. It’ll be okay. He has a soulmate, he can see the string now, and he can look for his soulmate and forget about his ex completely. He can move on from Park Jimin now, it’s fine.

It’s fine.

“Okay.”

The concert hall is huge.

He’s never actually been to a concert before, finding it more important to use up money for food, basic necessities and his art supplies than something such as concert. He’s spent his money on some other things too, and he may have bought Jimin’s albums before, because he actually does like the elder’s music, go figure.

Thing is, he’s never been to a concert before, and the amount of people being near him is a bit uncomfortable. His introvert soul is already dying a little bit inside, though he figures when he gets into the concert enough, he’ll end up forgetting about the crowd and enjoy the concert altogether.

The three of them aren’t exactly near the stage nor are they too far: it’s close enough to see Jimin and the other stars up close if they ever decide to venture to the left side of the stage, and Jungkook’s heart hammers a little bit faster at the thought.

He doesn’t know if he’s ready for it, if it ever comes down to that.

Fiddling with his string a bit more, he feels steady tugs coming from his soulmate, the action both comforting and grounding him. He feels excitement thrumming in his body, alongside with his nerves over whatever associated with Park Jimin, and he waits. He’s standing beside his friends, shuffling his feet nervously as he listens to their bickering over which pairing is the softest, VHope or YoonSeok? Which is stupid, because Jungkook is pretty sure TaeGi is the softest duo here, really.

Though he won’t know, what with fanservice and all, it’s pretty hard to discern which one is fan service and true PDA when it comes to idols’ relationships, especially with Kim Taehyung, the fan service extraordinarie. And he doesn’t really want to insist which is which, considering how it must be pretty shitty, to have your fans dictate what kind of romantic relationship you’re allowed to have. So he has his favorite pair, sure, okay, he’s not about to force it down someone else’s throat about how it’s far superior and “canon”, no matter if the idols themselves never actually confirm it themselves. There’s something called discerning between reality and fantasy, anyway, and Jungkook’s pretty certain he’s got a real good grip on that one. He can fantasize about his favorite pair all he wants, he just has to make sure he doesn’t overstep whatever boundaries there are when it comes to liking a pair.

(Though if it ends up revealed that apparently none of the three are together, or maybe Kim Taehyung is actually in a relationship with Park Bogum, another idol who keeps their soulmate status a secret, Jungkook is going to laugh, mostly at how disappointed some fans are going to be).

(There’s also rumor about how Jimin and Kim Taehyung are soulmates, and, well).

(Jungkook doesn’t really want to dwell on that thought).

The lights dim, then, cutting off the couple’s bickering, which has somehow shifted to the topic of best ice cream flavor (Bambam is insisting on lemon flavor, and Yugyeom looks so hilariously offended that Jungkook snorts).

“Ooh, it’s starting?”

“No, I’m pretty sure it’s an electricity failure,” Jungkook drawls out in complete deadpan, earning himself smacks on his shoulders from the other two. “Ow!”

“Shh, it’s starting,” Bambam hushes him, ignoring Jungkook’s mutter of ‘obviously’, eyes focused on the stage. The crowd is nearly crazy right now, many of them screaming so loud that Jungkook has to adjust his hearing for a little bit because wow, he knows the people performing today are famous, but wow, his poor eardrums.

The intro music starts out, then, and the crowd’s cheers get even louder than before. Jungkook has to admit he’s actually excited, and the crowd’s enthusiasm has managed to influence him a bit. It’ll be fine, he thinks, he can have fun today. He can just enjoy the songs, the show, and he’ll go home satisfied and he will finally be able to properly let Jimin go.

He’ll be fine.

The artists step on the stage, and he sees Jimin, standing right beside Taehyung looking absolutely breathtaking, with his silk white sleeved long shirt and black pants that’s too tight to be legal, and—

And Jungkook sees a red string.

He thinks he might have stopped breathing for a short while.

It’s… a red string.

He forces his gaze away from the red string tied to Jimin, frantically trying to look if the other idols are wearing a red string as well, because well, it can possibly be a performance concept, right? It’s not the first time this kind of concept is used, after all.

But he sees no red strings on any of them. Every single one of them doesn’t have any red strings, other than Jimin, who hasn’t noticed Jungkook yet (thank the Gods), and he’s seeing a red string, connected to Jimin, he’s seeing a—

Jimin lifts his left hand, which is holding the mic, near his mouth, and Jungkook very nearly faints right there.

Tied to his pinky, is a red string.

Staggering back a little bit, the college student has to hold on Yugyeom for support, in which the latter is quick to steady him, brows furrowing in worry over Jungkook’s suddenly pale face.

“Woah, Gukkie. What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

Bile rises from his throat, the young man barely managing from stopping himself from barfing all over the place. “I think I’m going to puke,” he says, feeling more sick than anything. Because Jimin is there, Jimin, his ex boyfriend who went off to follow his dream and who forgot about Jungkook in the process, the person whose warmth he’s always wanted to forget for years, the person whose red string is visible and most certainly linked to Jungkook’s own.

“I really, really think I’m going to puke.”

The idols are talking now, probably greeting the fans, but Jungkook can’t really hear anything past his own heart beating and his harsh, quick breathing. He’s overwhelmed, he’s scared and afraid and he shouldn’t have agreed to come to the concert, he shouldn’t have—

Jimin turns to face the left side of the stage, and Jungkook sees the moment Jimin catches his eyes, for his eyes—now blue thanks to eye contacts—widen in shock, the idol’s speech faltering for a brief moment as he takes in Jungkook’s appearance: his face as white as sheet, eyes widened from shock and panic and actual fear, slightly messy hair… He’s pretty certain he looks as unattractive as he can be, at the moment.

He’s also pretty sure he’ll be even more unattractive if he does end up puking right about now.

He lifts his hand to cover his face hastily, in a feeble attempt to cover himself up from Jimin’s view. It registers to him a moment later that he’s using his left hand to do so, because his right hand is still gripping on Yugyeom’s jacket for comfort, and Jungkook jerks the left hand away as if it burns, eyes snapping back up to Jimin and hoping, hoping that Jimin hasn’t seen it, hasn’t seen the string.

It seems to be all for naught, because even Jimin himself looks pale, now.

Jungkook feels really, really sick right about now.

And so he does what he can do best in this situation.

He lets the stress overwhelm him, his breathing getting more and more short and frantic by the seconds—

And promptly passes out.

Jungkook wakes up on his bed, to the feeling of Seokjin’s hand carding through his hair. The older man is peering down at him with a soft smile, booping Jungkook’s nose with his crooked finger when Jungkook’s eyes have focused enough to register Seokjin’s presence.

“Hey, brat,” he greets, the nickname somehow sounds endearing when Seokjin does it. “How are you feeling, hm?”

“Bad,” is all he can say. There’s a bitter taste in his mouth, and Jungkook doesn’t like it.

Seokjin hums in acknowledgement at Jungkook’s short answer, not judging and not ceasing his movements, fingers steadily going through his hair, the motion comforting.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Seokjin offers, his voice soft.

Jungkook’s breathing catches a little, his mind remembering the events in the concert hall; the string, the pale face of Jimin, shaken and in shock and probably horrified over finding out that Jungkook, the unpopular, totally-not-an-idol, ex-boyfriend Jungkook, is in fact his soulmate.

A sob punches its way out of Jungkook’s mouth, and he grips on Seokjin’s soft pink sweater, the older male easily and quickly settling himself beside the younger to properly hold him, caressing his cheek in a gentle manner, one that very easily dissolves Jungkook into a crying mess.

“I—I—I don’t—I—“

Seokjin hushes him, his thumb wiping away Jungkook’s tears. “It’s okay, Jungkook-ah,” he assures the boy, even though he must not know what the problem is, even though Jungkook hasn’t told him, that Jungkook’s ex boyfriend is his soulmate, that Jungkook is so overwhelmed he just wants the bed to swallow him whole, that he’s so so regretting everything happening in his life and that he wants to forget, wants to forget and move on and live without the knowledge on who his soulmate really is.

Because now that he knows, he’s sure it’s never going to work out.

(They don’t work out once; what can possibly make him think it’s going to work out this time around?)

It’s never going to work out.

“It’s okay, Kookah,” Seokjin’s soft voice reaches his ears, the older man caressing his cheek as he sobs and heaves to Seokjin’s sweater. Vaguely, he registers the sound of footsteps, knowing full well that it must’ve been Namjoon entering his room, undoubtedly seeing Jungkook spilling tears on his boyfriend.

“It’s okay,” Seokjin says, “it’s going to be okay, Jungkook-ah.”

Jungkook cries.

To be continued.

Things not said explicitly in the story but are important anyways:

+ It’s possible for soulmates to be completely platonic; it’s just pretty rare, considering how people prefer to marry their soulmates.

+ Jungkook’s—and basically many other people in this particular universe—string of lovers are simply the result of his attempts to ease his loneliness and need of a partner; while some people can wait until they find their soulmate—like Namjoon—some other just wants to have experience before anything. While Jungkook’s relationships before he turned 21 were mostly “casual”, they still involved a commitment (however short-term it would be) and actual fondness in Jungkook’s part. He never dated anyone he didn’t genuinely like/was interested in. He just knew that if they were not his soulmate, he would break it off no matter how fond of them he might have been. This affects his casual and nonchalant attitude toward breakups sometimes. (He still hates painful breakups though). It may be a strange thing, but this is a normal mentality in that universe. If you’re confused, you can ask me for more explanation about his train of thoughts!! Since his feelings and thoughts are actually pretty deep in regards to this whole soulmate thing, that I find it a bit difficult to properly explain and describe it into words.

+ Jungkook’s hatred for painful breakups is mostly caused by his messy breakup with Jimin.

+ Jimin AND Jungkook were BOTH at fault during their first breakup. Jungkook basically acknowledged this in the narrative, too. Commitment and actual effort in communication are needed in a relationship, guys, not just passion and intimacy (of course, they’re important too!). And no, you don’t have to chat everyday every hour every minute for a relationship to work. You can chat once a week and a relationship will still work as long as both party put in actual effort for it to work (it can be hard though. It depends on your relationship’s dynamics). Jikook didn’t, and so it failed.

+++ Please don’t try out Jungkook’s way of breaking up with Jimin. Don’t do it folks. If you want to breakup, do it properly, okay? Speak to each other face to face, if you can.

+ Jungkook’s breakup with Jimin fucked him up a little bit in that he’s become a bit impassive about both dating and having a soulmate; while the concept excites him and makes him happy, the knowledge that 1) he will have to eventually breakup with his lover when he finds out they’re not his soulmate anyway 2) they don’t really care because they’re not soulmates (this hurts him, sometimes, that people just don’t really care much about their current lovers as much as they would’ve if they date their soulmates) 3) relationships between soulmates don’t always work as well as fairytales like to call them; soulmates can fuck up each other as much as they can make each other happy and whole, and Jungkook has been preparing himself for this kind of scenario. He didn’t expect to get slapped in the face by the simple fact that his ex is his soulmate, though.

+++ Sometimes this does happen especially to people who date a lot before they turn 21, and it’s immensely awkward to get back together with an ex simply because they’re soulmates. Some pairs end up agreeing to be totally platonic, some others swear off ever meeting each other, and some try to make it work.

+ Jungkook never really gets over Jimin, and vice versa. Perhaps, during their time together, somewhere inside they’ve known that they’re soulmates—the only difference is that they couldn’t see the string before—and thus their separation hurt them more than other breakups between non-soulmates.

+ Out of all ex-lovers Jungkook has, other than Jimin, he’s softest with Yugyeom. Yugyeom, during their time together, just knew how to turn Jungkook into a puddle of goo, how to make him melt and make him so, so soft you’d wonder where the muscle pig went off to. (Yugyeom used this knowledge to persuade Jungkook into going to the concert).

+ Yugyeom ends up learning how to do the same thing to Bambam too. But it’s mostly Bambam making Yugyeom soft, really.

+ Yugyeom may or may not is a bit crazy about Bambam’s pink hair. He just thinks it’s cute.

+ Namjin and Jungkook live together in one rather large apartment; this exposes Jungkook to soulmate PDA and all the up and downs that come within Namjin’s relationship. He knows a lot about a relatively healthy soulmate bond thanks to Namjin.

+ Namjin does coddle Jungkook a lot, go figure. They’re never afraid to sit Jungkook down for a proper scolding whenever it’s necessary, though. (Jungkook wonders since when he gets a new set of guardians other than his parents, but he never really minds it).

+ Jungkook goes to Seokjin a lot for comfort, and Seokjin is pretty good at handling an emotional Jungkook. It’s probably Seokjin’s experience in studying psychology helping him out, Jungkook doesn’t know. Meanwhile, he’ll go to Namjoon for sound advice. He sometimes go to both of them for any kind of scenarios though, because Seokjin may provide him another perspective on things that Namjoon may not be able to offer, and Namjoon is pretty good at comforting people too (who do you think comforted him when he broke things up with Jimin? It’s Namjoon).

+ Jungkook is the first one to know whenever Namjin has an argument. Which is actually quite a lot. It dissolves pretty quickly too, though; Namjin is pretty good in maintaining positive communication and healthy relationship, another good thing Jungkook actually learns over the years.

+ Jungkook may or may not end up as YugBam’s love councilor whenever they have a big and/or petty argument. He’s sometimes tired and so exasperated at the amount of creativity the two can put into an argument out of all things.

+ Jungkook regrets ever telling YugBam to put that creativity they have in their arguments into bed. No, Yugyeom, Jungkook does not need details on what you’re doing with your boyfriend, oh my god.

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#jikook #jikook au #soulmate au #jikook soulmate au #jeon jungkook #park jimin #misha writes #eh... what else should i tag this as?#theres a brief jungkook/yugyeom in there #theres also namjin and yugbam #for those who may not want to read a fic with those pairs #youve been warned

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the-little-troll-blog · 8 years ago

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IM BACK!!!!!!!!

Well hasn't this been an interesting few months?

But like a bomerbang I keep bobbing back here. So I'd better cut to the chase on what's been happening plus I have a confession to make

I'm sarahthrel

Yep, sorry to all those out there who have been a little mislead but I can explain. I have a small reputation and a large family and while I'm proud to call the troll blog my own, I didn't want them getting pulled into my drama so I decided to write the blogs anonymously however Rita found my information and posted my stuff all over the net.

Isn't she a little hunny?

So the cats out of the bag and with friends and family's support, I have decided to continue the troll blog. But like I said before if she doesn't post, I can't either and since Christmas, she barely posted anything blog wise.

But like the smell of mouldy stinking bishop, you can't get rid of her and she has now exploded on to the scene with as much vigour as a walrus on heat. She has a particular hatred toward to the wall of shame, a deviantart group dedicated to the exposure and warning others of trolls, mmmm wonder why? ;)

So without further delay, I would like to present the best bits of our wonderful troll

So, this was from her account themightyshitwave. She wrote this as to impersonate themightyshockwave, a very nice user who, like many users on this wonderful little website, can't stand rita's childish drama.

Since ritas account is now deactivated, I've included a screenshot here and since I can't copy and paste or write from a screenshot (not that I'm complaining) I'm gonna have to annotate below it

Do you have toaster instead of brain?

Well, at least it's an upgrade from calling people butter! Can I have some eggs with that?

If you are so truthful and can prove i'm someone who I'm not then please show us all proof because your claims with those screenshots that I'm Rita is the same proof as my claims I'm Germanys Chancellor

So you're saying Angela markel, the current chancellor has enough time on her hands to find it in her heart to attack people over a argument 2 years ago!!

Poorly lady markel :( after all, aren't false assumptions a crime? I'd say sorry otherwise the police will come after you. I've included a picture of her to apologise too.

Shes waiting...

Do you wish to prove rita or whoever that was wasn't entirely wrong about you?

But how can they prove something, if they've done nothing wrong!? But you're providing lots of lovely proof of your cruelty. Want me to share?

I don't need your toasted excuses.

Can I have jam on that?

I asked proof which you don't have!

We have proof, you just brush it under the little hide button, you like that button don't you?

If you would have then you wouldn't hesitate to show these proof.

just what the hell do you think we've been doing all this time!!?! Unless we laser the evidence to your eyeballs you seem to be as blind as a bat on a fog bank

all you have is claims that I'm Rita and some screenshots which are insufficient proof.

And just what sort of proof do you want? In fact no, I KNOW what you want, and if I here about ip this and ip that one more time I'm gonna Ip it down the toilet!!

PPS (It's not over folks!)

which part of I don't need your toasted excuses you don't understand toasted moron?

Of come on, you're making me hungry!!

show proof otherwise your claims are worthless and false accusation only

Since you've given us bread and butter is this the beef? Because all I see is a ton of bull!

So then rita was right about you, you are a pathetic liar who twist everything.

Jeez, you don't give em any time do ya? One second you're screaming for proof and literally the next sentence you are saying you were right!!! Bloody hell, give em time! Not everyone has a Delorean time machine and a professor doc brown!!

you don't have proof you're just looking for excuses to excuse your false claims you even answer on my questions with question which already indicates you are spreading false information

Ahh yes the question, a question only the person you impersonated plus know. Funny enough this account couldn't answer it and suddenly is slanderous? Isn't it ironic that a person can't prove who they are and appears to be impersonating someone, considers it a crime for spreading false information?

In the same bloody account!?

Hey pot, the kettle is calling, it wants its black paint back!!!!!

for the last time toasted moron instead of your toasted excuses show proof, if you post another excuse then it's safe to say you don't have any proof against anyone including Rita

But I don't want toast, I find pop tarts so much Frostier!!

you are, just like she said an online shit talker

Doubtful since the death threats appear to come from your account. Pathetic thing is you aren't even hiding it any more.

And that's your lot for tonight, rita has just set up a few accounts so I'm not done yet and as she is hurting others, I can only hope that this blog can add a little light and humour to her hate.

#rita #troll #hater #blog #deviantart

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awkwardlyamusing-blog · 6 years ago

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Brooke Houts: 5 Fast Facts You Need to Know

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Brooke Houts: 5 Fast Facts You Need to Know

On left: Brooke Houts’ IMDB headshot. On right: a screenshot of Houts with her Doberman, Sphinx.

Brooke Houts is a YouTuber and actress who has come under fire for raw footage of a video she was making with her Doberman, Sphinx, in which she appears to hit him and then spit on him.

Houts has since given a statement on the backlash and accidental video upload, in which she said in part, “I want to clarify that I am NOT a dog abuser or animal abuser in any way, shape, or form.”

An LAPD media representative confirmed to The Verge that the Animal Cruelty unit has launched an investigation. The rep said, “Our Animal Cruelty Task Force has received numerous complaints about the video you’re speaking of and we are currently looking into the matter.”

The controversy began when Houts accidentally uploaded a video of raw footage on August 6, which shows her smacking her dog, pinning him to the ground and shouting “NO!”

The video was quickly taken down and replaced with the more polished cut, but many had already seen it by the time she took it down. You can still see the footage in the video under fact #1. She has also now taken down the edited version of the plastic wrap prank video.

Here’s what you need to know about Houts:

1. READ: Houts’ Full Statement on the Controversial Footage

In a tweet on August 6, Houts addressed the controversy head on, via a series of screenshots of a statement she appeared to write on the Notes app. She also wrote the same statement in a comment on the YouTube video (as seen below) where the uncut footage originate from. The statement reads,

Anything I say isn’t going to make those who believe I’m a bad person stop believing that, and I’m aware of this. I apologize to anyone who has been effected negatively by the footage. First off, I want to address the uncut footage. On the day in particular that the video was filmed, and actually this past week, things in my outside life have been less than exceptional. I am not going to play the “victim card” or anything of that sort, but I do want to point out that I am rarely as upset as what was shown in the footage. The bubbly, happy-go-lucky Brooke that you often see in my videos is typically an accurate representation of me, but it’s obvious that I’m playing up my mood in this video when I’m clearly actually frustrated.

That being said, this does NOT justify me yelling at my dog in the way that I did, and I’m fully aware of that. Should I have gotten as angry as I did in the video? No. Should I have raised my voice and yelled at him? No. However, when my 75 lb. Doberman is jumping up in my face with his mouth open, I do, as a dog parent, have to show him that this behavior is unacceptable. But I want to make it known, REGARDLESS of what my dog does, I should not have acted that way towards him.

I want to clarify that I am NOT a dog abuser or animal abuser in any way, shape, or form. Anyone who has witnessed or heard true animal abuse will be able to clearly see that. My dog, in no way, shape, or form was hurt by any action that I displayed in this video. I know people are going to say “you don’t know how he really feels” and this is true. But if he was audibly and physically in pain, it would be a different story. I also did NOT spit on my dog, but I understand how it could look like I did. Did I get in his face and take unnecessary actions towards him? Yes I did, and that was not the way I should’ve handled the situation. Did I spit on my dog? No.

My family and I are in the process of getting him training. The training that I have been looking at for him is VERY expensive, because it’d have to be 1-on-1 with a trainer. Ever since he was attacked at the dog park, he isn’t okay with being around other dogs. He sticks to me like velcro if he is in the presence of another dog, even a little chihuahua. I just can’t see him getting what he needs from a group training environment. That being said, I know I personally can learn more effective techniques to get his energy out and keep him disciplined as well.

Anyone who knows me personally knows I have an immense love for animals, including my own. I would never do anything to purposefully physically or mentally harm any animal. Again, I should NOT have yelled at him or have been as physically aggressive as I was, and I’m fully aware of that. He was not hurt, nor has he ever been purposefully hurt by me. I know I’ll be in many future situations where he’s being physical, but I will not respond this way again.

Family or friends that have spent any amount of time with Sphinx and me know that we have a trusting, loving relationship. All he wants to do is be by my side, cuddle with me, and be around me, which I love. My love for him is exponential and infinite, and I do everything I can in my day-to-day life to ensure that he is living as happily as he can. I’m sorry that my actions in that particular moment did not reflect that.

About my twitter- I deactivated my account earlier in the day. When I went to open it, I was met with an excess of notifications of people telling me I’m messed up, a bad person, that I’m going to hell, that I belong in jail, etc. For my own mental health, and no other reason besides that, I didn’t think it was necessary for me to be reading those comments at that time. Lastly, I don’t want to make this statement seem like it’s me defending myself, because that is not my goal. I do want to point out what ACTUALLY happened though. My intent by explaining the situation is to give those of you who are rightfully angry with me the explanation that you deserve. I am getting my dog into training, and I’m looking at ways to improve how I personally train him at home. I am sorry that you guys had to watch that footage and were upset by it, and I’m sorry to my dog for raising my voice and acting aggressively.

In my heart and from the words of the people that spend the most time with me, I know that I am a great dog mom (but not perfect), that I spoil him in the best ways, that he gets all the treats he could ever want, and that the Amazon Prime mailman is probably tired of delivering packages of dog toys to my house. Again, this does not make my actions in the footage okay, but I’m just explaining what my day-to-day life is really like, whether you believe me or not.

On a serious note, I love you guys, and I want to THANK YOU for pointing out things that you think are wrong and discussing them, because the world needs more of that. I hope you give me the chance to prove that these statements about myself do align with my actions. All my love, Brooke Houts

2. Houts’ YouTube Channel Has 339,000 Subscribers & She Often Features Her Doberman in Videos

Houts has a popular YouTube channel; she boasts over 339,000 subscribers, and routinely uploads videos. The video she was filming that led to the alleged dog abuse, “Plastic wrap prank on my doberman!,” was taken down on August 7. The video had over 138,000 views. The caption for the video read, “Hey guys! Me & me favorite dog ever are here to bring you a plastic wrap prank lol, this is probably the shortest video to ever go up on my channel but I hope you like it!!! Let us know if you wanna see more pranks 🐶🖤”

Many users have since commented on that video, condemning her behavior with her dog. One user wrote, “I have seen a few of your videos with Sphinx and from the beginning I’ve felt that you don’t understand what the breed needs. But I’ve tried to not be judgmental beforehand since you sometimes have mentioned that you do train him. But then I saw the video where you show how you train him.”

Another user wrote, “Imagine beating your dog for trying to show love and affection 😒”

This makes my blood BOIL. How dare you blame this on “training” your dog. @brookehouts. You are disgusting. You deserve both your channel taken down, and your beautiful puppy be given to a deserving home you monster. pic.twitter.com/DaoRdkbsj1

— Mister Preda (@MisterPreda) August 7, 2019

Other well-known YouTubers have even weighed in. Andrea Russett, an actress and YouTube personality, tweeted, “dogs give, give & give an unconfidtional love asking nothing but the same in return. the way u reacted to ur dog simply being a dog was unacceptable & hard to watch. i hope you learn and grow from this, because no animal should ever be in a home where it’s being treated that way.”

Mister Preda, another influencer and YouTube personality, tweeted, “This makes my blood BOIL. How dare you blame this on “training” your dog. @brookehouts You are disgusting. You deserve both your channel taken down, and your beautiful puppy be given to a deserving home you monster.”

Similarly, Ethan Nestor (a video game commentator, vlogger, and former video editor) tweeted, “this is such a bullshit apology. ‘I will not respond this way again.’ yes you will! I guarantee this is the way you’ve always scolded your dog, so why would that change. Stop acting like this was a one time thing. This dog needs a better home and you need help for anger issues.”

Logan Paul posted a Twitter thread on the controversy, writing in part, “…this video of that girl hitting & spitting on her dog is remarkably grotesque, and irks me for many reasons… im terrified by the on-camera personality shift she puts on when she’s ‘performing’ … one thing ive always tried to do is be authentic, sometimes too authentic, and i’d bet an unhealthy amount of creators wear a mask just as ugly”

3. One of Houts’ Most Viewed Videos Involves Her Kissing Her Apparent Ex-Boyfriend

Houts’ videos tend to run the gamut, in terms of content. But one of her most popular video (which has garnered over 3.3 million views) is “KISSING MY EX-BOYFRIEND (Extreme Ex-Boyfriend Tag).” You can watch the video above.

Many of Houts’ videos revolve around Sphinx, too. Another of her most popular videos follows a “day in the life” of Sphinx:

In the video, Houts brushes Sphinx’s teeth, walks him (and defends the collar she uses for Sphinx), washes him, and more.

Houts has had a YouTube account since 2014. Her “About Me” section reads, “HEY my name is Brooke Houts and if you’re reading this congratulations you can read. Since you’re already here, I heard that it’s strongly advised by all medical personnel that you hit the subscribe button (also the notification bell doesn’t hurt either) or else SOMETHING WILL HAPPEN I DON’T KNOW I’M BAD AT LYING JUST SUBSCRIBE OKAY IT’S FREE AND FUN”

4. Houts Is LA-Based, & Affiliates Herself With MOSAIC

Though Houts has since turned her Instagram account private, her bio does offer some information about the YouTuber. She’s based in LA, for example, and affiliates herself with MOSAIC, a church in Los Angeles with six locations across the city.

Houts’ Twitter bio reads, “Subscibe to my stupid channel already.” She has over 6,000 followers on Twitter and over 26,000 followers on Instagram. Her most recent tweet as of August 7 reads, “Thank you to everyone who’s being kind and understanding. I really appreciate it”

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Houts also appears to be an aspiring actress, as she uploaded a video called “What it’s really like being an actress in LA” in May. In the video, Houts drives around Los Angeles with a friend, makes a green juice, and talks about why she loves the makeup brand Glossier.

Houts does have an IMDB account. Her one IMDB acting credit is for a television series called Interracial.

5. Houts’ Dog, Sphinx, Has His Own Instagram Account

Though Houts’ has made her own Instagram account private to all non-followers, her dog, Sphinx, still has a public Instagram account. Users have since flooded his comments with attacks on Houts.

“Nice dog but sh*t owner,” one user commented.

Many others have tagged the ASPCA. One user did that and wrote, “@aspca please help this poor dog, and when you do spit and push the owner on the ground. Then say you are just in a bad mood that day.”

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qqueenofhades · 8 years ago

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So are we going to get another addition of the garcy accidental marriage AU? Because IM DYING HERE! Garcia Flynn is literally the human scum and I want to know how much further in the dumpster of his life he can go. Also I'm loving the flynn/Wyatt interaction so PLEASE MORE- garciiaflynn

After 500 years, I am finally getting to this. The rest of this fic is here. On AO3 here.

Flynn’s first instinct is to reach for his gun. His second instinct to remember that he doesn’t have one, and that even if so, he is not exactly going to be able to shoot his way through a hospital and however many goons Rittenhouse must have outside. Especially when, as the realisation chokes his throat, he doesn’t know where Lucy is. If they’re holding her hostage in her room upstairs, if they’ve already done something worse to Wyatt and Rufus – and yet, even if he did have a gun, even if he was prepared to blast the entire place, he wouldn’t. He remains frozen, knowing that this is absolutely a trap or trick or lie of some sort, but unable to do anything else than stare back at Benjamin Cahill. “What?” he says croakily, too stunned to pretend. “What about Lorena?”

“Do you want to listen to me, then?” Lucy’s father – how could this man have ever made anything, anyone like her? – arches an eyebrow. “Because we can, Garcia. We can talk this through. You just have to do your part.”

Flynn hates this chummy, favorite-uncle act with his entire heart, even more that the bastard thinks he can call him by his first name as if they’re old friends, but his tongue is stuck to the roof of his mouth. He casts an eye at the paper-towel dispenser, calculating his odds of tearing it off the wall and using it as a makeshift weapon – he could possibly concuss Cahill with it, yes, but it wouldn’t do him any good against the legions outside. It’s not exactly bulletproof. He’s still reeling with jet lag and sleep deprivation and emotional exhaustion, and he knows himself well enough to admit that there is no way he can bash his way out of this one. His fists have been clenched, but at that, they slowly, feebly unfold.

Seeing it, Cahill looks satisfied. “That’s better. You know, this really isn’t any place for an important conversation. How about we go get a drink somewhere, and – ”

“No,” Flynn grates out. Like hell is he letting Rittenhouse squirrel him off somewhere alone, possibly with a nice chaser of cyanide in the cocktail if they feel he isn’t being amenable enough to their ideas (which it is almost guaranteed he won’t be). They must need him alive, they must need something from him, which is why Cahill didn’t just pull out a sidearm and take quick and decisive advantage of finding his organization’s biggest enemy alone, unarmed, and disoriented in a public restroom. “We talk here.”

Cahill blinks. “Are you sure you don’t want to – ”

“What did you do with Lucy?”

“As I said, my daughter is currently receiving the best care that money can buy. I went by the front desk – it seems she checked in under the last name of Wallace, that of her stepfather – and told them that anything she needed for her treatment, I would be sure it was paid for. Anything she needed. I’m not a monster either. I’m also a father who loves his daughter.”

Despite himself, Flynn flinches at that. He scrubs his hands over his face again, struggling to muster up any kind of witty or coherent reply. He feels toyed with, the mouse scuttling to and fro under a cat’s batting paws, and he doesn’t like it at all – he is the one who hunts Rittenhouse, not the other way around. “You’re taking your sweet time to get to the point, aren’t you?” he rasps at last. “Just tell me what the fuck you think you have that matters to me.”

Cahill looks straight at him. “The identity of the operatives who killed your wife and daughter. And what happened – or can happen – to them, if you’re interested. Are you?”

Flynn feels punched. At last, all he can manage is, “And you’d ever sell your own men out, why?”

“It’s more complicated than that.” Cahill presses a button on his watch, presumably to deactivate some secret alarm that was supposed to go off if he had been in the bathroom with Flynn too long without responding. “You see, strictly speaking, they’re dead.”

Flynn was just briefly beginning to entertain the notion that he might have any idea what’s going on. At that, he has to dismiss it again post-haste. “The hell do you…”

“You killed them,” Cahill says, with a slight shrug. “You don’t remember?”

“Of course I don’t, because I never – ”

“As a result of you changing history on the Sarajevo mission in 1914,” Cahill says, talking over him, “it bled over into the Lusitania mission, the next year in 1915, and where you killed the men who had carried out the order on Lorena and Iris. So – ”

“Don’t you dare say their names!” Flynn is even more lost, because he doesn’t remember any Lusitania mission, but he’s not about to get hung up on such triviliaties. He wants to throttle Cahill up one side and down the other, but he still can’t. It’s like watching a slow-motion car crash unfold, hurtling and hurtling toward what inevitable end (or cement wall) the son of a bitch has in mid. He can just stand here, in a nightmare, and let it happen.

“In the new timeline, therefore,” Cahill finishes up, “that is how you and my daughter appear to have… ended up together. After you killed those men and apparently found it within you to move on. She never told you, did she?”

Flynn has been wondering how on earth he and Lucy would have ended up married – he would have guessed a number of other things, but not that – and he can’t help a flicker of curiosity, not that he’s going to trust any version of events they give him. Still, he’s unable to deny it as easily as he wants to, for any number of reasons. “Lucy would have told me,” he says at last, reflexively, not even knowing why he believes it. Not as if he’s given her much opportunity, or hint that he’d be open to hearing it. “She would have told me.”

“I’m afraid she didn’t.” Cahill shakes his head. The faux sympathy is nearly thick enough to slip in, Flynn thinks loathingly. “As you can imagine, Rittenhouse has quite sophisticated mechanisms in place to track any changes or alterations to the timeline and our own operation, and I can independently verify everything I’ve just told you. You must have known that either Lucy didn’t want to tell you, or was afraid to tell you, and either way, that’s no foundation for a relationship, is it? It’s just an accident of fate that has thrown you together, and seeing as you’ve been trying to reject it as hard as you can, I know you’ll do what both of us know is the right thing. Difficult as it may be for you to comprehend,” he adds, rather scathingly. “You know, there were plenty of the brass who just wanted you dead, but because I do care about Lucy and want to see her happy, even in an unfortunate matter like this, I proposed a different approach.”

“You know,” Flynn says, lip curling, “that’s the what – third or fourth time in this conversation that you’ve insisted how much you care about her? It’s almost as if you think I might not believe you when you say it.”

“I wish it could have been different,” Cahill says, in the tone of a candid admission that is clearly supposed to make Flynn think he is being humble and reasonable about this. Flynn himself is not an expert on being reasonable about anything, but he is still perfectly capable of smelling bullshit. “But for once here, our interests are united. Do one small thing for us, one favor to reset the timeline to the one where you aren’t married, just as you want. Right now, the operatives who killed your family are dead, but your wife and daughter aren’t back, because you killed them after they already had carried out the hit. I will give you their names and their birth dates, as well as the names of their parents. We will allow you twenty-four hours of no interference, for you to do exactly as you wish with this intelligence. Once you have, I presume, killed their parents, they won’t be born, the Lusitania mission won’t take place as it did, and history will unbend. You will no longer be married to Lucy, and Lorena and Iris will be back. Just as you want.”

Flynn’s mouth is dry as sand. He wants to say Cahill is lying, because he’s Rittenhouse to the bone, of course he’s lying. “So you’d just let me kill two of your men. Why?”

“We have plenty of men.” Cahill shrugs. “You know that. These two aren’t anything special or irreplaceable. They’ve had a few disciplinary problems anyway. As the CEO of my division, I can make a decision which employees are expendable.”

“Usually that means handing out pink slips,” Flynn sneers. “Not death sentences.”

“Do you suddenly have a problem with killing our members yourself?” Cahill snaps, dropping the urbane, nice-suburban-dad act for a moment. “Please, don’t try that to my face.”

“I don’t, no.”

“So…?”

“What do you want from me?” Flynn knows this isn’t being offered freely, knows there must be a poisoned hook dangling somewhere, but he’s tempted. God, he’s so terribly tempted, and he has no idea what he’s going to end up doing. “To go away and pinky-promise never to interfere in Rittenhouse’s business ever again?”

“That would be the gist, yes. As long as you remained totally removed from our operations in any capacity, you, Lorena, and Iris would be guaranteed your safety, as well as a large payout for your trouble. Starting at seven figures. Enough to buy you all new identities, a new house, a new start. We’re very good at that sort of thing. Anywhere in the world you want to go. Paris penthouse? Malibu mansion? You can give them everything, Garcia. You still can.”

Flynn turns away, gripping the edge of the sink until he’s half afraid it will break off. He never got into this insane mission intending to kill all of Rittenhouse. Just as much as he needed to to ensure that the events of the night of July 7, 2014 never happened. He thinks of dancing with Lorena on the balcony of a new house, of seeing Iris turn six, seven, eight, more. Thinks of watching her graduate from high school, from college. Of walking her down the aisle at her wedding. Of all the time she should have had, paid back to her. Rittenhouse owes them that, at least. If they’re willing – they’re liars, but if they’re willing –

“Are you interested?” Cahill says, when Flynn has no answer. “Well?”

“I…” His voice is a croak. “Lucy. If I said yes. What’s going to happen to Lucy?”

“Lucy will have the wonderful life she was always meant to. She can get out of this terrible, draining business of running here and there through time. She’ll be a renowned and respected history professor. Just like you, she’ll have everything she wants.”

“Everything Rittenhouse wants, you mean.”

“I think we’ve established that doesn’t matter anymore, does it?”

Have they? Flynn isn’t sure. No wonder Cahill thinks this is a good deal – the lives of two low-level grunts, who are technically already dead, in exchange for Rittenhouse having a clear playing field. He must be unable to believe his luck, thinking that he might be able to purchase world domination so easily, because Garcia Flynn – the single greatest nemesis Rittenhouse has ever had – is standing here seriously considering their settlement offer, to take the handout and go before they change their minds. When you can give even your sworn enemies exactly what they want, no wonder absolute power is almost, tantalizingly within your grasp.

He wants it. He can’t deny he wants it more than anything, if only he could forget who was offering it. The possibility that if it suits their needs, they could yank it away for a second time, as nonchalantly as they gave it back. Flynn doesn’t trust any Rittenhouse guarantees of safety as far as he could wad them up and throw them. And yet, at the very heart, that is not what is forming the core of his final objection. It’s the idea that he would buy this, his happy ending, his returned family, the one thing he has always sworn he’d do anything for, by hand-delivering Lucy to these bastards. Made to live the life Rittenhouse wants, writing the history Rittenhouse makes, doubtless marrying the handsome Rittenhouse doctor they match her with and having several Rittenhouse children. To exist in Rittenhouse’s machine, and to know the entire time that he was just fine with putting her there. After everything.

Flynn tells himself that this should not matter.

(It matters.)

“Well?’‘Cahill says. It’s clear that he considers this all over except for the haggling. He holds out his hand. ’'How about we do some business, Mr. Flynn?”

Flynn stares at that hand. There is a possibility – remote, but still a possibility – that if he takes it, his long nightmare will be over. He will wake up in bed next to Lorena, and Iris will run in to jump on them. They will all eat breakfast and talk about ordinary things, not time travel and murder and sinister intergenerational organizations and the rewriting of history. They might not know anything was ever wrong, and he’s briefly curious as to how a restored timeline would explain his nearly three-year absence, if they’ll have happy memories of an uninterrupted existence, or something else. He can find out. He can find out everything.

All he has to do is shake Benjamin Cahill’s hand.

“Come on,” Cahill says, as if coaxing a skittish dog out from under the bed. “We both know it’s the best thing for Lucy too, for you to take this. Things got a little mixed up, you thought some things that weren’t real, and so did she. Just let us sort it out. Rittenhouse is a family business. That’s our values. We’ll do right by her.”

“Family business?” That, somehow, strikes something through Flynn’s catatonia. Sounds like the CEO of a multi-billion-dollar energy conglomerate at the site of an oil spill, lying though his teeth about how much they care about this disaster and everyone it’s affected, pledging to never do it again. As if. “A family business. Just like the mom-and-pop hardware store on Main Street, that’s you. If only you had brochures. Glossy posters. I’m sure it would go great on the front.”

“Well,” Cahill says again, with a forced chuckle. “Not really our style, but I suppose there’s always room to – ”

“A family business,” Flynn repeats, for a third time. “That sent a squad of hitmen armed with military-grade automatic weapons to my house in the middle of the night, to kill my five-year-old little girl in her princess pajamas, and my wife, because I cottoned onto them. In case it escaped your notice, Benjamin, that’s who you work for. That’s who you’d ask me to trust with their future.”

Cahill is starting to sweat. “I agree. That was an excessive response. I didn’t give that order, and we disciplined the asset who did. So – ”

“Disciplined? A write-up in his file and a few percentage points off his stock share?” Flynn’s roar rattles the mirrors. All at once, whatever trance he’s been in, this sweet, sweet impossible dream, it snaps. He doesn’t know if he’s throwing away his last chance to save Lorena and Iris, but he does know that he’s not, he’s never, he can barely believe that he was actually so terribly close to doing it like this. As Cahill senses danger an instant too late and fumbles for the buzzer on his wrist, Flynn grabs his arm, yanks it over his head, and with the other hand, crushes his fist violently into the bastard’s smug, avuncular expression.

Cahill yelps as his nose breaks with a crunch, flailing at him ineffectively, as Flynn hoists him by the expensive suit jacket and throws him bodily into the wall of sinks. There’s a crash of breaking porcelain and a hiss of spouting water, Cahill’s head slumps, and Flynn is left to consider luridly that if this is not actually the worst it has ever gone when meeting the in-laws for the first time, it has to be pretty damn close. He has an utterly ridiculous urge to laugh. Then he runs.

He bursts out of the restroom, remembers in the nick of time that the lobby must be crawling with Rittenhouse agents and there are about thirty more seconds until they discover their boss bashed over the head with a urinal, and if he surfaces in the middle of them like a surfer among a posse of great white sharks, this will all be useless anyway. He skids to a halt, reverses direction, and runs to the back corridor and one of the service elevators. He slams the button and swears at it, just before a harried and overworked resident in scrubs rounds the corner, sees a large and agitated man with bloody knuckles, a rumpled suit, and a, to say the least, unbalanced expression, and stares. “Sir. Sir, this is not a patient or visitor area, I have to ask you to – ”

“GET IN THE ELEVATOR!” Flynn is going to need some sort of expert help or override to get into Lucy’s room, and if this puny underling makes a single move for his walkie-talkie, he is going to deeply regret it. “NOW!”

“Sir, one more warning, and then I’m – ”

Flynn lunges for him, shreds the buzzer off him, and snatches for his hospital ID/access card, just as the elevator door dings and opens. A few nurses shuffle out, at the end of their shift and too intent on making it to the hospital cafe alive to even notice their sputtering colleague being literally held up by a lunatic, and Flynn forces him inside before they have time to remedy that oversight. “Floor 8,” he snarls, jabbing the button and swiping the card. “Or else!”

The door shuts, they start to rise, and Flynn sees the resident eyeing the emergency call button. “Don’t,” he advises, “even think about it.”

“Are you crazy?” The resident clearly decides that is a stupid question the instant it is out of his mouth. “You’re in so much trouble, man, I don’t know who you think you are, but – ”

“Just call me Dr. Kovac,” Flynn grunts, wondering if all hospital elevators go this slowly or it is just a conspiracy against him. If this stops at another floor, he’ll – well, he’ll solve that problem later. After forty-eight of the longest seconds of his life, they reach the eighth floor and march out into the recovery ward. Flynn can’t physically drag his hostage without setting off a full-house alarm, but he keeps the pace brisk and the looks threatening. If she’s not here, if they’ve already moved her –

They turn down the hall to Lucy’s room, where Wyatt is perched on an uncomfortable chair – or rather, just getting off it, as he is clearly under the impression that Flynn has absconded again and will need to be dragged back by his ear. Upon seeing Flynn racing toward him with a very unhappy employee of this fine medical establishment instead, he goes blank, then furous. “Jesus Christ, what are you – ”

“Shut up!” Flynn restrains himself from throttling the shorter man with a terrible effort. “They’re downstairs, they’re here, they’re all here! He’s here too! Her father!”

Wyatt’s eyes flick from Flynn’s bloody knuckles to his face to his general demeanor. For once, mercifully, he is quick on the uptake. He wheels around as Flynn swipes the card into Lucy’s room, more than half expecting to see some Rittenhouse agent propped up in her bed and wearing her nightgown, like the wolf after eating Little Red Riding Hood. But it’s just her and Rufus, apparently none the wiser, as they stare and Rufus jumps to his feet. “Flynn?! You have the absolute hell of a lot of nerve to just – ”

Flynn is aware of the fact that he will be and probably deeply deserves to be yelled at in great detail, but now is not the time. “Rittenhouse,” he says. “They’re downstairs. They’re waiting for us. It was a trap. We need to get out of here right now.”

“Lucy isn’t – ”

“They’re here?” Lucy interrupts, looking stranger – and angrier – than any of them have ever seen her. “What, to collect me?”

“I’ll tell you. Later.” This is the least thing from a tactful or tender reunion, not that Flynn was expecting one of those anyway. “Your wretched father, he – ”

“Benjamin Cahill’s here?” At the mention of the donor of (unfortunately) half her DNA, Lucy’s nostrils flare. She goes ice-white, momentarily mute, as Flynn casts an edgy eye for any SWAT teams rappelling off the roof and through the window. Then Lucy spins to face the resident, who has clearly been hoping that if he closes his eyes and blinks hard, this will all go away. “Take me off all this. Now.”

“Mrs. Wallace, the hospital still has not recommended you for discharge, and even if they had, it would be a serious breach of professional standards to allow you to accompany these total – ”

“I am ignoring medical advice. You can put that on the record.” Lips grim and furious, Lucy holds out her arm with the IV and heart monitor. “Now!”

She sounds impressively like her husband when she says this, which is possibly what makes the resident jump, scuttle over, and obey. He unhooks Lucy as fast as he can from the various machines and drips, as they can hear raised voices in the corridor outside. Lucy slides off the bed and runs to Flynn, who gathers her up automatically, and Wyatt draws his gun. Then, with Rufus grabbing a fistful of syringes off a nearby tray, apparently to porcupine any oncoming Rittenhouse agents to death, Wyatt jerks the door open, they leave the resident to probably be put into Lucy’s vacated bed in her place, and book it.

They reach the end of the corridor, force their way through a secured door after Rufus disables the alarm in ten seconds flat, and race flat-footed down the back stairs. Lucy clings to Flynn’s neck, his arms hooked around her back and under her knees, and he briefly considers carrying her fireman-style instead of bridal-style, but decides that that would put too much pressure on her still-raw gunshot wound. It’s been cleaned and stitched and bandaged, of course, but she’s not about to compete in any triathlons or anything of the sort any time soon. She catches his eye as they reach the landing, clatter down the next flight of steps, and pick up speed, and he can tell that when and if they get out of this alive, she is very much intending to shout at him thoroughly. Fine, then. He’s almost looking forward to it.

They reach the ground floor, spill out a fire exit into an alley, and realise that seeing as Rittenhouse probably has all the hospitals in the city, and the entire Bay Area, under surveillance, there’s no way they can just drive to another one and check in. There is only one way to buy them some time, literally. They can’t go back too far, as there is a certain point at which medical care will regress to the prescribe-strong-opiates-and-hope-for-the-best sort of thing, and since Flynn, the oldest member of the team, was born in 1974, they have to go before that if they’re traveling together. As to where, or when, that might be, well –

He holds her tighter. They can hear sirens. It’s odd, and it’s terrible that it’s happened like this, but they are all, at this moment, finally and unquestionably on the same side. Go figure.

They need to get to the Lifeboat. If Rittenhouse hasn’t found it already. It’s their only chance.

And so – the Time Team in arms, for the first time, as a full and formidable foursome – they do.

—————–

Where ends up being a small town in Saskatchewan, Canada, and when is 1967. This is about the most out-of-the-way place anyone can think of, nothing interesting happening for miles, nothing major of any kind to draw Rittenhouse’s attention, and while it’s not a permanent refuge, it may at least allow them to catch their breath. Lucy is checked into the tiny local clinic with a farmer whose foot was run over by a tractor, and Flynn, Wyatt, and Rufus sit tersely in the wood-paneled lobby, listening to the clack of the beehived receptionist’s typewriter as she regards them judgmentally from behind her cat-eye glasses; it could not be any clearer that they are Not From Around Here. But since it’s Canada, she’s polite about it. Besides, it’s ‘67. Young American men aren’t exactly an uncommon sight up here, draft-dodging from 'Nam. As for Flynn, she probably thinks he’s a commie, but Flynn gives that unavoidable impression wherever he goes.

At last, since sexism is also what the sixties are about, the doctor comes out in his Coke-bottle glasses and white jacket, and asks which of them is Lucy’s husband. Flynn glances almost diffidently at Wyatt, giving him the chance to volunteer – it seems to make more sense, that way, especially after Wyatt has gone through on her behalf. But Wyatt stares just as determinedly back at him, perhaps also intending to be sure that Flynn gets the chewing-out he properly deserves, and so, Flynn sighs deeply and gets to his feet. He follows the doctor back to an even tinier office, where the man turns and asks, “How did your wife get shot? It’s clearly been tended already, and quite well, but for the purposes of the record – ”

Flynn mulls a number of potential answers to that question, among them a certain annoyance that he is expected to explain, when Lucy is a bit drained and tired and has lost some blood and her father is a raging dick, but otherwise compos mentis and perfectly capable of doing it herself. So he shrugs. “She was shot in 1876, at the Battle of Little Bighorn,” he says. “We were there because we were trying to stop Rittenhouse from changing the outcome, with Custer. We managed that, but she was hurt in the process. So we traveled back to 2017 in our time machine and got her to the hospital, but after some… difficulties, her father, who’s one of the highest-ranking evil bastards in Rittenhouse, found us there. We had to jump here because we hoped it would be the safest. Oh, and nobody is ever going to wear mustard-colored tweed again after this abortion of a fashion decade is over, so burn those trousers, and next time, try asking the woman herself. I promise she can actually talk.”

The doctor stares at him for a moment, completely flummoxed, until a dawning realization crosses his face, and he nods understandingly. “The Harvard Psilocybin Project,” he says. “I see. Dr. Leary certainly had some interesting ideas, but there have been a number of issues raised in regard to all that. I can give you some literature. Are you all right?”

“I – what?” It is Flynn’s turn to be baffled by this response, until it hits him that the doctor is convinced, not without reason, that he is tripping the light fantastic on a whole pharmaceutical cornucopia of LSD, magic mushrooms, and God knows what else. After all, it is the sixties. “Look, can I see my wife or not?”

The doctor nods again, puts a sympathetic hand on Flynn’s arm as if to assure him that they will deal with his raging drug problem later, and leads him to the small white-washed room where Lucy has been set up. They can’t really do anything for her that hasn’t been done, but they’ve fixed her bandages and made her comfortable and given her some morphine, and she flashes a tentative smile as Flynn hovers awkwardly in the doorway. Then the doctor shuts it behind him, unfortunately, which leaves them together. Flynn wonders if he could fit through the window. He’d have to do it right in front of her, though, and that seems… well.

Once she’s sure they are alone, Lucy’s smile fades. She stares at Flynn for a long and excruciating moment, as he tries to brace herself for – he has no idea what. Curses, anger, even thrown objects. Finally, all she says, very softly, is, “You son of a bitch.”

That, somehow, stings the worst of all the possible rants she could have gone on. Flynn looks down at the off-white linoleum, which is clearly not going to age well. He looks back up. She is still watching him with that calm, level dark gaze, not overflowing with fury, but still not about to kiss and make up without a damn good explanation, which he currently completely lacks. Finally he says, “I’m sorry.”

Lucy’s lips tighten again, as she brushes a thick lock of hair out of her face. His fingers itch with the sudden need to do it for her. He is not sure if he has been granted permission to approach, however, so he just stands there, looking at her, small in the white bed. He left her. Fell directly off the cliff, and left her behind, and whether or not there is love of some sort between them, somehow, she cannot excuse that at once. Nor should she.

“Cahill,” Lucy says at last, her voice rusty. “What did he… what did he say to you?”

Flynn supposes that this will be a conversation easier to have sitting down, so he moves forward and takes the chair across from the bed. To his surprise (well, it’s only taken weeks, multiple fights, several beatdowns both literal and verbal by Wyatt, her serious injury, his running away to Tokyo, them nearly all being caught by Rittenhouse, and the rest), he finally sees no reason to be anything less than forthcoming with her. Quietly, he tells her what Cahill told him, about her knowing that in this timeline he had supposedly killed the men who murdered Lorena and Iris, the offer made for him to get them back. That he doesn’t know what has happened, isn’t sure if he can have gotten his revenge if he doesn’t remember doing it, and still isn’t sure how all of this was snarled enough to wind up with them married. But if she wants, even apart from anything to do with Rittenhouse, he can find a way to un-twist it. Or, they can just do the simple and logical thing, rather than cooking up another half-baked plot to alter reality, and go their separate ways. If she wants that, if she does not want to be married to this broken and half-functional (at the high end) and damaged and otherwise deficient version of the man she thought she was taking till death do us part, Flynn will more than understand. If there are papers to sign or other legalities to attend to, he will do them. She just has to say so.

Lucy’s lips go tight again. She leans back against her pillows, taking this in, reserving judgment. “I’m sorry,” she says at last, as well. “I should have explained all of this to you, right away, when it became clear that things had changed. How we had ended up together, and what had happened, and… all of it. But I – ”

“This is not your fault.” Startling both of them, Flynn reaches out and catches her hand. “This is not your fault. It’s mine. All of it, it’s mine. And I’ve hurt you – I wish I could say unintentionally, but too many times, I meant to, I wanted to – I don’t even know what I wanted, other than to just…” He trails off, staring down at their fingers. “You can slap me now.”

Lucy laughs, more than a little painfully. “I’ll save it until I won’t break my stitches.”

Both of them are quiet then, listening to the tick of the clock on the wall. Then Flynn says, “I wish I could be him. The man you… the man you married. I’m sure he wasn’t worthy of you either, but at least he might have had enough sense to know it.”

Lucy glances at him sidelong, under her eyelashes. After a long pause, she says, “I’m not sure. The man sitting next to me now looks at least a little familiar.”

Flynn is startled. “You… you recognize me?”

“Yes,” Lucy says. Her thumb circles on his palm, her eyes too bright. “That’s something, isn’t it?”

“I suppose.” Flynn’s gaze takes her in, long and soft and slow. “And I recognize you.”

They remain looking at each other for one last moment, and then, at once, they lean forward. Flynn’s thumb traces Lucy’s chin, and he tilts her face up and kisses her lightly and gently, combing through her hair with his free hand. She sighs and puts her arms around his neck with a muffled grunt of pain, and he is careful not to put too much pressure or weight on her side, even as he draws her forward. They turn their heads, deepening the kiss, aware that this is not the time or place to get any more carried away – but both of them can sense the renewed possibility, the spark between them that is more than just their physical attraction to each other, which has been there from the start. This is stronger. Deeper. Truer. Real.

“Well,” Lucy says at last, when they pull back. She giggles breathily, painfully. “Garcia, are you…” She hesitates. “Are you all right?”

Flynn supposes wryly that this is a fair question for her to ask after kissing him, given his recent reactions to such an event. It surprises him, therefore, that he – well – he almost thinks he is. And he isn’t. And he is, and it’s the most confusing thing he’s ever known. There is a deep, unspeakable, unbearable grief welling in his chest until he can’t breathe, the ever-present ache of missing Lorena and Iris, of wondering forever what might have been. Yet he also has an unexplainable and overwhelming sensation of standing with them on something that looks like a beach, and there is brightness to every side, and Lorena has kissed him, and Iris has hugged him around the waist and told him that she loves him, she always will. And then, even as he watches, his girls take hands and start to walk. He’s not sure to where. Away from him, yes, but it doesn’t feel like defeat, sundering, severance, agony. It feels like… peace.

Flynn only realises that his eyes have been closed, that he can barely catch his breath, that his world is swimming in tears, when Lucy touches his hand in concern. “Garcia?” she says again, clearly bracing herself for another meltdown on the spectacular side. “Did I…”

“I’m all right.” Flynn heaves down a deep, shuddering breath, and knuckles his hand across his eyes. He’s not, and he is, and he’s not, and he is, and it keeps filling him up, until he gulps in another breath, and another, and marvels what it feels like to do that. “I can – you know. Go.”

Lucy’s tender expression turns exasperated, as if to remind her that she wouldn’t be dealing with Garcia Flynn if he ever drew the correct conclusion from all this. “If you want to,” she says at last, carefully offhand, as if it doesn’t matter. “If you wouldn’t force me to stay married to you, I’m certainly not going to do that either.”

“But… could I?” Flynn doesn’t want to suggest it too quickly, feels like a child trying to be casual about telling their parents what they want for Christmas. “Stay?”

Lucy’s eyes sparkle somewhat more brightly. She glances away. Both of them know that this will not erase everything, wipe the slate clean, take away the weight of his transgressions and his failures, the trust that remains to be rebuilt, if it can be at all. They are fifty years and however many hundreds of miles from home, Rittenhouse is still out there, and the war is not won. This does not mean a happy ending. This does not mean it all goes away.

And yet.

It does mean a beginning.

It does mean a chance.

“Yes,” Lucy whispers at last, her hand coming up to cup his cheek, as they lean together, foreheads touching, sharing their breath, their hope, their future. “Yes. You could stay.”

(Fin.)

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