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The night we met

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A/N: The main character is 22, and Jack is 29 in this. This fic is part of a series, so prepare yourselves for the rest of it.

My heart races as I walk across the street. I already feel at home in Louisville. Maggie and Brian are kind enough to open their home to me. But having dinner with them is quite nerve-wracking.

I moved to Louisville just a week ago after I got a job as a marketing manager at Churchill Downs. I finished my degree just last year, and I'm so stoked to have my first official job in the career I want.

I met Maggie the other day when I moved in. How shocking is it that I live across my celebrity crush's parents? She was kind enough to help me unpack my things and show me around town.

All I'm hoping for is that tonight will run smoothly.

I close the umbrella when I get to the front porch and ring the doorbell. Maggie opens the door almost immediately. She looks like she's been quite busy in the kitchen.

She pulls me into her embrace, "Hi, honey! It's so lovely to see you again!"

"Hi! It's great to be here," I give her a light squeeze.

She pulls away and moves out of the doorway, "Come on in. You can hang your things up."

I walk inside and do as she says, "Thank you. Your house smells divine."

She closes the door behind us and heads to the kitchen, "Oh, those are just the breadrolls. I made soup with it. Hope you don't mind."

I follow her and place the plastic container on the counter, "Not at all. The only thing you can eat in this weather is soup."

She smiles and glances at the container while taking the rolls out of the oven, "Do you mind telling me what's in there?"

I move around the counter to help her, "It's just a few cookies and brownies I put together quickly."

"You know it's very unusual for someone your age to make something from scratch." She hands me the bowl with rolls and heads over to the soup. I walk to the dining table and place it somewhere in the middle.

"Cooking is alright, but I absolutely love baking! A little treat is always nice to have."

"My kitchen is free if you want to bake something." She passes me a few bowls to place.

"I have a feeling anything I bake here has to stay here as well."

As I'm standing there I take a look around the house. There are lots of pictures hung up against the walls. Lots of memories captured. The decor and the furniture are minimalistic yet cozy. It feels like home. I peek at the baby pictures of Jack and his younger brother, a smile naturally creeping on my face at the happy faces of the two boys.

The back door opens, revealing a chubby middle-aged man. That must be Brian.

"The water shoot is empty now! It was just a bunch of leaves blocking the way," He yells as he's kicking the dirt off on the rug.

"That's good, honey. Logan is here already. We're just waiting for the boys." Maggie comes out of the kitchen, placing the soup on the table as well.

Brian looks up at me and smiles slightly. He takes his rain coat off, slinging it over his arm, and walks over to me.

"Well, it's nice to finally meet you, Logan."

"The same goes to you." I go in for a hug.

He is totally caught off guard, freezing up immediately. I pull away, smiling embarrassingly, "I'm sorry. I should've asked."

"Oh, don't be silly. I'm glad you feel comfortable," He pats my back as he walks past me.

I head back to the kitchen to see if Maggie needs more help. I stand there nervously, spending a good amount of seconds staring at her.

"So, the boys are coming?" I tap my fingers on the counter behind me.

"Oh, yes! Sorry I didn't mention it before." She hands me a few spoons.

"No, it's fine. A little heads up beforehand just would've been nice."

My heart thumps against my chest, and a big lump in my throat grows. At this moment, I don't know what to do. My celebrity crush will be here in a while, and there's no escaping it. Maybe it's not too late to play the 'I'm sick' card.

The front door opens, and my body instantly tenses up. They're here. They're really here! I finish setting up the dining table, acting as if I don't notice them.

"Mom, we're here!" Clay's voice echoes through the house.

"Hi, sweety. Look at your beard!" Maggie rushes out to her youngest son, inspecting and kissing him.

I take a deep breath and scoop up the courage to go over and meet the guys.

Maggie practically drags Clay over to me, "Clay, this is Logan. She moved in across the street. Logan, this is Clay, my youngest son."

"Hi! It's nice to meet you." I go in for a hug, this time less eager.

His body tenses up a little, but he hugs back, "Nice to meet you too."

"I see you get this thing from your dad. Flinching when random people hug them." I chuckle as I pull away.

"You just caught me off guard, and usually, random girls don't just go ahead and hug me." He smiles and walks into the dining room.

Good. The easy part is over. Now for the hurricane.

Just then, Jack walks in. I tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear and inhale deeply. He seems taller in person. I probably misplaced the height of his head against the wall all these years.

He shows off his toothy million dollar smile, "Hey! Mom mentioned we'd be having a guest."

"Uhm, yeah. Hi. I'm Logan. Just moved in across the street." I cut my sentences short, afraid of choking.

Instead of me going in for a hug, he pulls me in his embrace. I snake my arms around his neck, hiding my face in his chest. He gives me a gentle squeeze, resting his hand on my lower back.

He pulls back after a few seconds, but his hand doesn't leave my back, and he holds out a mixed bunch of pastel flowers, "These are from Clay and I. Welcome to the neighborhood."

"Thanks so much. You guys really didn't have to do this." I smile and smell the flowers.

His mother comes over taking the flowers from me and kisses Jack on his cheek, "I'll put these in water for you. And when did you boys become so kind?"

Clay just shrugs, and Jack chuckles. They greet their father as he enters the room, and I sit down nearest to the head. The guys talk for a bit before Maggie sits down.

She sits on Brian's other side next to Clay, leaving the seat next to me empty. I start to fidget with my fingers under the table. I give Aunt Maggie a panicking look. She smiles at me cheekily.

Jack moves away from the sideboard and sits down next to me. We all join hands and close our eyes. My heart feels as if it's about to jump out of my chest at the feeling of Jack holding my hand.

Before my thoughts can run wild, Maggie starts praying, "Father, thank you for joining us all around the table tonight. Thank you for bringing our boys home safely, and thank you for sending Logan to us. Bless this food and nourish our bodies, hearts, and souls. In Jesus' Name, we pray, Amen."

As soon as the Amens echo through the room, the men start digging into the food. Maggie stares at them in disbelief.

"Boys! We have a guest. Show some manners."

"Shit, sorry." Jack pulls himself away from the rolls.

I chuckle and shake my head, "It's okay. You must be really hungry so go ahead."

"Thank you! Finally, we have someone who understands." Clay sits back in his chair.

A long silence fills the room as everyone dishes up. A mix of excitement and nervousness fills me. I can't help but wonder what everyone thinks of me, especially Jack. I hope I made a good impression. Deep down, I'm grateful for Maggie's warm invitation, but I can't shake off the butterflies fluttering in her stomach.

Jack is the one to break the silence, "Mom tells me you're from Columbus."

"Yeah, it's basically next door. I wanted to move states, but I also wanted to stay close to my dad. Kentucky was one of the best picks." I reply somewhat shyly.

"I assume you're very family-oriented," He looks at me straight in the eyes, his blue orbs piercing through my soul. What a sight!

I dip one of the rolls in the soup, smiling at his question, "It's always just been my dad and I. My mom left us when I was 4 or 5. My dad is literally my hero. He raised me all by himself," I let out a deep breath. He really went the extra mile for me, "So, to answer your question, yes, I am very family-oriented. And please don't feel sorry for me."

Maggie takes hold of my hand across the table, "Honey, that's beautiful. I'm just shocked you turned out so girly after only being raised by a man."

I immediately burst out in laughter, "I kind of had a tomboyish faze between 4th- and 6th grade."

"Well, who would've thought?" Clay shakes his head in disbelief.

"I think I should head back home before the rain gets too much." I lift myself off of the couch, rubbing my hands against my sweatpants.

"You can't leave so soon. We've just started watching the movie." Jack complains, looking at me with a pleading expression.

Why does he have to make it so hard for me? It's like I'm drawn to his irresistible charm, like I can't tear myself away from this man.

My heart races as I grapple with the desire to stay. I did enjoy his company tonight. He's not one of those self-centered celebrities who only want attention on themselves. He was interested in getting to know me, as boring as that sounds.

"I really have to get home. Maybe I'll stay longer another time."

He stares at me intensely. As if he's thinking. A smile spreads across his face as he gets up, standing right in front of me.

"Only if I can walk you home," He goes to get his coat.

"Your mother is probably gonna wonder where you are to ask you how the movie with me went, so it's better if you stay here while I go home."

"Clay is here. He can fill her in. Now come along." He waits for me at the door.

I look at Clay, who is sprawled out on one of the couches, eyes focused on the TV. His eyes move towards me as soon as he notices that I'm looking at him, "I'm sure Mom's snoring by now, but I'll give her the agenda in case she comes down. Bye, Logan."

I sigh and roll my eyes, finally giving in, "Bye, Clay. I'll see you around."

I drag my feet towards the door, grabbing my coat and umbrella. Jack is smiling cheekily. I swear he's probably one of those people who gets what he wants. He opens the door, waiting for me to go out first. At least chivalry never dies.

The smell of raindrops fills the air. The whole walk across the street is silent, but it's as if the raindrops are providing a soothing soundtrack as we just enjoy each other's company. No need for words, just a peaceful connection in the midst of the rain.

We finally arrive at my front door, and I turn to face him, "Tell your mom thanks again for inviting me over tonight. It was nice meeting you all."

He closes the umbrella and rests on hand in his pocket, "I'll make sure to tell her. And it was nice finally meeting you too. Didn't expect you to be so stubborn at first, but you're kinda cool."

"I've always been kinda cool. So, I'll see you around?" I ask a little bit hopeful.

"Yeah, sure. See you." He smiles and gives me my umbrella, walking back down the steps. I smile to myself and unlock the door.

As I'm about to go in Jack calls me, "Logan?"

I turn around and look at him, "Yeah?"

"I'm going to the mall early tomorrow morning to get some groceries. My friends and I are watching a basketball game at my place tomorrow afternoon. Do you mind coming with me? I mean, you probably haven't gotten time to get some food this week, and I was wond-"

"I'd love to," I cut into his sentence. "I'll see you at 8 then."

"See you at 8."

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resowrites · 11 months

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Stand By Me - oneshot (request).

Summary: Henry has to step up when the pressures of his fame have serious repercussions for his girlfriend…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x reader

Warnings: fluff, angst, details of anxiety/panic attack, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1507

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Stand By Me - oneshot (request).

"So how long are you guys going to be here? I love your dress by the way… is that silk?" The fan standing in front of her grabbed the billowing fabric and Henry could feel his hand being gripped tight - the signal she gave when she was starting to panic. "Are you heading back to your hotel, cos we could have drinks?" The fan tried to take her by the arm and he immediately yanked her to his side.

"Uh, thanks but there's somewhere we need to be. It was great meeting you, enjoy the convention." Henry then whisked them both in the opposite direction, away from the beach and back towards their car. By then she was staring straight down and breathing hard. "I'm so sorry, darling. I knew we shouldn't have come here without Steve. I'll take us back to the hotel and you can have a lie down before dinner, okay?" But she didn't answer him, her concentration instead seemed fixed on her footsteps. It was a bad sign and Henry could feel a pit open in his stomach. "Darling, can you just nod to tell me you're okay?" Her eyes had glazed over and the grip on his hand was tighter than ever. By the time Henry opened the car door, she was as pale as a ghost.

He felt so guilty. Turning his attendance at San Diego Comic-Con into a mini vacation had seemed like a good idea, a chance for them both to spend some quality time together after he'd been away the last several months filming. But although he'd researched the route beforehand and taken care not to be recognised, four fans had stopped them in the space of twenty minutes and even he was beginning to feel stressed. Henry was sure they wouldn't need their bodyguard, Steve, for a simple trip to the beach, but the place was just too busy for him to move about unseen. He attempted to change the subject. "You know my brother sent me a video of Kal this morning, guess what he was doing?" Henry looked over and found she had her eyes closed. "Darling, are you feeling sick? Do I need to pull over?" A quick flick of her head was all she could do to respond.

It wasn't that she was shy or socially awkward, she just didn't feel safe in crowds of people - especially when they invaded her personal space or grabbed her. Once or twice would have been bearable, and he regretted not leaving before she was pushed past her limit. "Darling I don't want to ask this, but do you feel an attack coming on? I can pull over and help you regulate yourself?" Her eyes were open again but she hadn't blinked in almost a minute. Henry knew that look well - she was dissociating. "Okay baby girl, let's try the five-four-three-two-one technique, yeah?" She breathed in hard but remained silent. He wracked his brain for another idea. "Okay, how about a butterfly hug, then? Cross your hands over your chest, and do eight sets of alternate taps, there's a good girl." But just as Henry turned his gaze back to the road, he saw something ahead of him flash twice. A camera. He swerved and took a back street, leaving the huddle of photographers at the side of the road far behind them. They were clearly there for the convention and may not even have taken their picture, but he was taking no chances.

"What's going on? Henry, what's happening?!" He'd hoped she hadn't noticed the flash, but unfortunately, the quick change in speed and direction gave her another reason to panic.

"Darling take some breaths, we're almost at the hotel, okay?"

"Henry, you're not answering me, what's going on? Is someone chasing us?!" She looked in the rearview mirror and started hyperventilating.

"No, darling! Please don't be scared, nothing's going to happen. I won't let it--"

"Just like you didn't let it back there?!" Her almost breathless response startled Henry, and as soon as he pulled up beside the parking valet, she darted from the car and into the hotel foyer. But he wasn't fast enough to chase her into the lift and when he finally entered their suite, she was nowhere to be found. Henry called out her name three times, tried ringing her twice, and then resorted to phoning the front desk to see if she had actually checked out and gone elsewhere. But all they could confirm was that she'd arrived just before him. Henry sighed and placed the phone back into the receiver. A terrifying thought then entered his head and he dashed onto the balcony, hoping against hope that he wouldn't find her there.

Henry breathed a sigh of relief when he slid back the doors and found the space out there empty. But where had she gone? Surely she wouldn't leave without coming back to their suite first? He crossed into their bedroom, hoping to get changed before he went out to look for her, and noticed what he thought was a noise coming from their ensuite. Tentatively, he pushed back the door. "Oh, darling…" There she lay, curled up in a ball next to the bath, sobbing. Henry planned his next movements carefully. Firstly, he turned off the bathroom light, leaving the room bathed in the glow from the hallway. Next, he plucked a towel from the rail above him and placed it carefully over her body.

When her cries became less desperate, Henry laid down beside her and gently ran his hand up and down her back. He kept his voice soft and low. "There we are, you're doing so good for me, sweetheart. Shushhh, breathe. Gently, darling, gently." Eventually, her body stopped shaking and she staggered to sit up. Henry smiled, hopeful she was through the worst of it. "How are you feeling now, darling?" She looked down at her hands uncomfortably. "It's alright, I'm right here. You're safe now." Something flashed across her eyes.

"And where were you when your fans were pulling me from pillar to post? That was really scary, Henry…" Her voice caught in her throat and he felt a lump in his.

"I'm so sorry, darling. You have every right to be angry--"

"I'm not angry, I'm terrified! I had no idea who those people were or what they were going to do to me--"

"You're right, and it's totally my fault, I should have taken us straight back to the car after the first encounter. I didn't think the promenade would be that busy at this time of day…" Henry's voice trailed off once he realised how badly he'd let her down. "I'm so, so sorry. I should have done more--" she gave a soft sigh and placed her hands on the arms he'd wrapped around her waist.

"You do a lot--"

"But not on this occasion. God I can't believe I was so stupid, I should have got you out of there--"

"It's fine. If anything I've failed you. If I was stronger, I'd be able to cope better--"

"What are you talking about? You have every right to feel upset. And you cope fantastically--"

"Clearly not or I wouldn't fall apart like this! We can't carry on like this, Henry. You need someone who can properly support you. All I am is a burden--"

"Stop right there." Henry hopped to his feet and quickly pulled her up with him. "Now you listen to me, you never have been and never will be a burden--"

"So what do you call crying in a heap?!"

"But it's my fault! No one should be cornering you in the street, putting their hands on you, or asking questions. It's my job to keep that part of my life separate and I need to do a better job from now on." She gazed into his pale blue eyes and shook her head.

"And what if it's not enough? What if this lifestyle just isn't me?" Henry smiled at her sadly.

"Well, it's hardly me, either. But that's why we're so good for each other, darling. We're each other's safe space. I don't ever want you to think how you react under stress is wrong or too much--"

"But it is!"

"Well, not to me because you're everything to me! And you have my word, I won't ever put you in that situation again." He then turned to the sink and ran a hand towel under the tap. "Here, let me put this on your wrists--"

"Why? What will that do?"

"Well, for one it's a good distraction. It also forces your neurotransmitters to refocus. Let me get you some ice to chew as well--" Henry turned to head into the bedroom but she pulled him back.

"… Thank you. Not just for this, but for everything you do--"

"You'll never need to thank me, darling. Ever. I promised to protect you for the rest of my life and it's a promise I intend to keep."

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[ 𝙿𝚛𝚎-𝚃𝟹 𝚅𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝙳𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚊 #𝟶𝟷 ] 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙷𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚎

yay yay the verdict system reveal is here!

hopefully it all makes sense and is not too confusing... also please keep the ending of this voice drama in mind for the future :)

(the door opens)

Hinode: We're here.

Miki: S-sorry for being late!..

Hinode and Miki: ...

Hinode: Huh.. Maybe he's hiding somewhere?

Miki: W-why did he ask us to come anyway?

Hinode: Who knows. *sits down* The third trial is going to start soon, so it's most likely related to that.

Miki: ".. The third trial.."

Hinode: Is something wrong, Miki-san?

Miki: .. It's just..

Miki: I can't believe we've come so far.

Hinode: Yeah.. You're so strong, you know that? I've joined you all very recently, but you've been here since the very beginning.

Miki: .. Eiji-san is very strong too.

Miki: I hope he comes back soon.

Hinode: .. A-ah, right.

Jackalope: What, are you sad that such a pretty girl is ignoring your compliments?

Hinode: Ah, here you are.

Jackalope: Hm? No screaming this time?

Hinode: Well, I'm kinda used to your company and your sudden appearances, so..

Hinode: The only downside is that I have to try really hard not to sneeze because of my allergies, haha..

Miki: ...

Jackalope: Hey, Guard 002, is everything okay?

Miki: .. I don't think you're actually worried about me, so let's just get started, okay?

Jackalope: .. You've really changed, huh?

Miki: Please, just tell us why you've called us here-

Miki: .. I forgot your name.

Jackalope: *sighs* Fine, let's just get into it.

Jackalope: So. The third trial.

Hinode: (to Miki) Told you it's gonna be about that.

Jackalope: By the way, how has everyone been doing lately? I'm especially curious about the guilty prisoners, considering their punishments-

Miki: I'm sure you know everything already.

Miki: Innocent prisoners have started to feel better, thankfully, but the guilty prisoners..

Miki: Well, w-we had another suicide attempt and a lot of murder attempts as well..

Hinode: Honestly, I'm worried about some innocent prisoners too. They have been acting.. a bit suspicious lately.

Jackalope: Yeah, you all have a lot of work to do.

Jackalope: So, the reason why I have called you two here..

Jackalope: .. Do you already know how you're going to vote everyone this time?

Hinode and Miki: Huh?

Miki: Well.. We have to watch their videos first, right? That's how it's always been..

Hinode: Is it possible that this time our decisions will be especially important since it's the last trial?

Jackalope: All of your decisions are equally important, but I don't think you two realize that.

Jackalope: You don't know what is going to happen to the prisoners after this, right?

Miki: ...

Hinode: So, how exactly this trial's voting will go? Is there anything we have to know beforehand?

Jackalope: Well, first of all, you all have to know how Milgram's voting system works.

Jackalope: The prisoners have to go through three trials. They will be voted either guilty or innocent after each trial ends.

Jackalope: Every single verdict matters.

Jackalope: The prisoner's fate depends on the "combination" of verdicts they got.

Miki: !

Hinode: A combination?..

Jackalope: Let's go through all of the possible combinations, shall we?

Jackalope: Let's start with the best one!.. For the prisoner, that is.

Jackalope: What if a prisoner is so lucky that they end up getting not one, not two, but three innocent verdicts?

Jackalope: Well, first of all, they get to return home safely, so that's already good.. again, for them.

Jackalope: But wait, there's more! The prisoner also loses all memories of their murder and the same goes for everyone who was either related to that murder or heard about it.

Miki: Loses.. memories?

Jackalope: What, are you surprised? Come on, you have no right to say anything about this after punishing the guilty prisoners.

Jackalope: But yes, the prisoner and everyone around them forget about the murder completely! And not just about the murder, they forget that the victim even existed!

Jackalope: So yeah, all of their problems just get solved magically and they get to continue living their life peacefully.

Jackalope: Obviously, they won't remember anything about Milgram as well.

Jackalope: Now, let's see who has a chance to get three innocent verdicts..

Jackalope: Right now, Prisoner 002, Hanasaki Aimi, Prisoner 007, Yano Asahi, and Prisoner 010, Himura Reina, have two innocent verdicts.

Jackalope: So, do you think they deserve to live such a happy life?

Miki: "I'm not sure about Aimi-chan.. But maybe it really would be better for Himura-san to just forget about everything."

Miki: ".. I definitely want Marito to live a life like that."

Jackalope: There's also.. another thing that can happen to the prisoner that gets three innocent verdicts..

Jackalope: But we're not gonna talk about that. Basically, it's supposed to be a reward for them, haha.

Hinode: Hold on, what kind of reward-

Jackalope: Anyway, but what if the prisoner got only two innocent verdicts? Well, the order of those verdicts matters a lot.

Jackalope: For example..

Jackalope: If the prisoner got two innocent verdicts after the first or second trial and also got an innocent verdict after the third trial, they will be able to go back home and everyone around them will forget about the murder and the victim!..

Jackalope: .. But they won't.

Jackalope: The prisoner will still remember everything perfectly. They will remember their life in Milgram too.

Hinode: I see.. So it's like a punishment for them still getting a guilty verdict once?

Jackalope: Correct. It may sound good at first, like sure, nobody remembers about your murder except you, but..

Jackalope: .. If you still feel bad about it, well. Sorry about that.

Jackalope: Right now, Prisoner 001, Miyagawa Akio, Prisoner 003, Ishizu Shun, Prisoner 004, Chiba Naomi, Prisoner 005, Sanada Kei, Prisoner 006, Yoshioka Eiko, and Prisoner 009, Kuroki Riku, have a chance to go back home while still having memories of their murder, but otherwise being safe.

Jackalope: All of them have been voted innocent once, but also have been voted guilty once as well. Whether or not they get forgiven this time is your choice to make.

Miki: .. Hinode-san, do you think your brother should-

Hinode: .. I don't know.

Hinode: Actually, maybe it would be better for him to just forget about his victim entirely.

Hinode: But that's not possible, considering his verdicts, haha..

Jackalope: Well, but what if you discover something truly horrible about that prisoner?

Jackalope: What if you thought someone this nice doesn't deserve to be in a place like Milgram, but then you watched their video and found out that they've done something disgusting and immoral?

Jackalope: This happens all the time here, trust me.

Jackalope: So, the prisoner who got two innocent verdicts after the first two trials, but got voted guilty in the end will be able to go back home..

Jackalope: Except they will get punished right before that and any wounds they got because of it won't be treated. Psychological damage also counts.

Miki: .. W-what?

Hinode: I'm sorry, but how is that supposed to work?

Jackalope: Well, for example, the prisoner may lose their arm or get shot, but we will still send them home.. except they will most likely bleed out on the way and when they get to finally see their family again, they will already be dead.

Hinode: By the way, how exactly the prisoners are going to be sent home? Do they just get teleported or-

Jackalope: Right now I'm supposed to tell you about the verdict system. Nothing else.

Jackalope: The prisoners are the same: Hanasaki Aimi, Yano Asahi and Himura Reina have two innocent verdicts, but you can still vote one, two, or all of them guilty, if you so desire.

Jackalope: I wonder who's going to end up not so lucky this time..

Jackalope: And now, the worst option out of them all.. again, for prisoners.

Jackalope: Three guilty verdicts.. means death penalty. Simple as that.

Miki: D-death penalty?!

Jackalope: Come on, you thought everyone is going to make it out alive?

Hinode: But.. How exactly are they going to be executed?

Jackalope: I'm just going to say that it's going to depend on their crime and how they acted while staying in Milgram.

Jackalope: Right now-

Jackalope: *sighs* Well, we have only this loser.

Jackalope: Prisoner 008, Maruyama Yurika. She got voted guilty twice.

Jackalope: She's cute, but.. She's been causing way too much trouble.

Jackalope: So I won't judge you if you decide to vote her guilty again this time.

Miki: ".. Do I.. really want Maruyama-san to die?"

Jackalope: But what if our dear prisoner actually got lucky in the end?

Jackalope: What if they got voted guilty twice, but after the third trial, their sins finally were forgiven?

Jackalope: Well, they'll still have to stay in Milgram for some time. Three days, to be more exact.

Jackalope: And after that, they will be allowed to go home.. Unless..

Jackalope: .. If they do something that will leave us no other choice but to punish them again, they will get executed.

Jackalope: We shouldn't feel bad for them if they can't behave even for three days.

Jackalope: Oh, and obviously, they will still remember everything when they come back home. And so will the people around them.

Jackalope: They will still be a murderer. They will still be seen as one. They will still be punished as one, if they get caught.

Jackalope: .. This is the kind of fate that awaits Maruyama Yurika if you decide to forgive her.

Miki: "I wish I could forgive Maruyama-san, but.."

Miki: "After everything that happened, will she really be able to "behave"?"

Miki: "And also, if she just continues to do her job, she will most likely continue killing people as well."

Miki: ".. I guess I would forgive her if she did it only for the money, but.."

Miki: "I don't think that's the case."

Jackalope: So, what will happen to the prisoners who got voted guilty after the first or second trial and after the third trial, but still have one innocent verdict?

Jackalope: They will go home, sure. However..

Jackalope: When they come back, literally everyone will know they are a murderer.

Jackalope: So they will have no choice but to either let the outside world judge them or try to start a new life as a different person somehow.

Hinode: But.. How will everyone know that they were the one who did it?

Hinode: And what if most people already knew about it, but still didn't do anything to stop them?

Jackalope: You really think we can't just tell the authorities about them?

Hinode: But what if they won't believe you?

Jackalope: They will.

Jackalope: Right now, we have a lot of prisoners with at least one guilty verdict.

Jackalope: So, if Prisoner 001, Miyagawa Akio, Prisoner 003, Ishizu Shun, Prisoner 004, Chiba Naomi, Prisoner 005, Sanada Kei, Prisoner 006, Yoshioka Eiko and Prisoner 009, Kuroki Riku, get voted guilty this time..

Jackalope: This is what awaits them.

Miki: "Considering some of the crimes, I'm sure some prisoners would either get imprisoned for life.."

Miki: ".. or get a death penalty, just not in Milgram."

Jackalope: And.. Oh, I think that's all the combinations, actually.

Jackalope: So.. "All Innocent", "Trial 1 or Trial 2 Innocent and Trial 3 Innocent, but still one Guilty", "Trial 1 and Trial 2 Innocent and Trial 3 Guilty", "All Guilty", "Trial 1 and Trial 2 Guilty and Trial 3 Innocent", and "Trial 1 or Trial 2 Guilty and Trial 3 Guilty, but still one Innocent".

Jackalope: Choose wisely.. or don't. It's up to you.

Hinode and Miki: ...

Jackalope: Well, if you don't have any questions, I will be leaving-

Miki: Wait!

Miki: Will Eiji-san join us this time? Is he okay?

Jackalope: Ah, that guy..

Jackalope: Yes, he will. It's just that he won't interrogate the prisoners in person.

Jackalope: It's like him and Hinode have switched places, haha.

Miki: Thank God..

Jackalope: By the way, he already knows about the verdict system.

Miki: Huh?

Jackalope: I've told him earlier. I had to listen to him ramble about how his brother deserves to be executed in the most brutal way possible..

Jackalope: And to be honest, I'd love to see Prisoner 005's execution. I'm sure it would be a fun one..

Jackalope: Except that will never happen because he still got one innocent verdict.

Jackalope: By the way, Miki..

Jackalope: .. Eiji wasn't happy to hear that you voted his brother innocent while he wasn't able to participate.

Miki:!

Hinode: Miki-san, are you okay?..

Miki: .. I..

Miki: I forgot about that..

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???: So, what did they think about the verdict system?

Jackalope: Well, they weren't exactly happy about it, but I'm sure they'll figure everything out.

???: I can't wait to see how the things will go when that guy returns.

???: But isn't his arm okay now? I'm sure he can interrogate them in person now.

Jackalope: Well, they can still touch him.

Jackalope: And also.. It was Eiji's decision.

???: .. Interesting.

???: .. So he wants to show everyone how strong he is, but he's still too scared to even talk to them in person.

???: Haha.. Man, he really is pathetic.

Jackalope: He's still a murderer though, remember that.

???: Of course I remember.

???: Seriously, the fact that we went and made murderers judge other murderers..

???: They even have all their memories intact. They know well that they are murderers, but they are still happy to judge people who are just like them.

???: Most likely because it makes them feel in control. It makes them feel like they're better than them.

???: Sure, they are criminals, but they got this job. Not anyone else.

???: That must mean something, right?..

???: .. Haha. Well, let them enjoy this feeling while they can.

???: In the end, they will be judged as well.

#i really want to show the characters who are working behind the scenes but.. i must stay strong #though i already really like them and i have their backstories written down hehehehehe #🎤 voice dramas! 🎤#🌼guard 002: andou miki 🌼#❤️‍🩹 guard 003: kuroki hinode ❤️‍🩹#milgram #milgram oc #milgram project #ocgram

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alwaysxyou · 1 year

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I think what's extra frustrating about this whole situation is just the not knowing when or why of it. Like I know it can't go on forever but there have been so many times where it seems like we're getting somewhere (bye bye Elevator) and then bam something else hits us. I just hate it for louis

i said i wasnt going to respond to this right now but im fired up now and i am going to answer it. none of this is about coming out none of this is about larry none of it is about being gay even! it's does louis know he deserves better.

you don't want to draw attention to your actual relationship - why do you need to even speak about it? answer questions with that you'd like to keep your private life private and that's the end of it. "oh you used to be so open? yeah i was a lot younger and now ive grown up a bit and realized i want to keep it private" any one who pushes it is labeled as an asshole interviewer. publicist listening in to every single non-live on air interview and jumping in to skip questions if necessary. only do live interviews with anchors and hosts you trust and have agreed to keep it professional beforehand. get the best media training in the business and have every possible answer locked into your brain.

you don't want people to think you're gay - why not? nothing wrong with being gay. but in any case, see answer above about not wanting to talk about your personal life and then turn the answer back to the fans "im not/i don't like to talk about my personal life but what matters to me is the fans and im so honored to have fans from that community." next question

"well he needs the publicity" well he's not getting any now. the only publicity from that stunt walk was talking about how young she was, or how quickly he moved on from e. how about louis at a charity event? the gossip sites post pictures of louis with f or stories he tells but want to know what else they would post in the same way? pictures of louis with a dog. or a lizard. or a hamburger. or shirtless!

also! where is the doc promo! or tour promo! where is the exclusive with first look photos and interview with day of tickets coming out? where are the ticket specials in the cities where tour needs to be sold more (buy a tour ticket get a free movie ticket)? where are the merch bundles (buy a shirt get a movie ticket voucher)? or just merch in general? where are the radio spots and the billboards and the bus stop ads and the commercials and the social media? radio interviews in tour cities? they wouldn't do a press junket yet but! and if no one brought those up why isn't louis or his manager saying something and asking for those plans and those rollouts? and if they aren't getting those or know what to ask for why aren't they hiring people to figure out what's not working and make it happen?

you don't have to come out, you don't have to reveal your relationship, you don't have to even elude to anything. but you do deserve better treatment, better promo, a better image. privacy, kindness, fans, general population respect. what might have been the way people did it in 2013 isn't the same as 2023. but all of louis' rollouts are stuck there. once upon a time for an artist, the worst thing you could be was gay. and even if that's not the case anymore, if that's still where your head is okay. you don't have to come out. but you don't deserve to be doing this shit or putting yourself through this either.

he got out of sony, he got out of modest. he claims to be the boss so goddamn put your foot down and take a fucking stand. if there's lasting contracts or whatever get the best lawyer out there and fucking take back what you deserve. and don't fucking settle for anything less. someone on your team has an idea you don't like? too bad for them, you pay them, you make the ultimate decision. and if they don't let you or try to fuck you over, you hire someone else. and do that again and again until you get what you want. life is too freaking fucking short to not be putting yourself into the best possible situations wherever you can. louis deserves that.

#stunts tw #asks #anon #also obviously we don’t know what’s going on behind the scenes #which I’ll always disclaimer as #just! this is how it’s appearing and I wonder if they know that

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pumpkzsafeplace · 8 months

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anon questions 💌: agere & school tips. this was a popular request to fill- so i hope it's okay <3. from my asks, i've noticed that there has been some struggle lately with agere and school life or routines in general, so here are pumpkin's top tips to help <3.

take a deep breath. ⭐

first off- let's take a deep breath, okay? people have only just gone back to school, and we knew beforehand that it would distub the routines. it doesn't make you a bad little for still not finding your footing, okay? you've got this i promise <3

❀•°❀°•❀ revist routines. 🌙

now that we know the basics of what school is going to look like for the next couple of months, you can use that to revist and edit some of your routines <3. make sure to include/give yourself space to relax in big space too! sometimes i loved nothing more than to collaspe into bed after a long day- so don't put too much stress on yourself <3. if in your dynamic you are both in school- now would be a good time to exchange schedules and to see what days fit best to spend some time together. even if it's to exchange a couple of messages, remember that people are trying to find a balance right now, it'll settle back down soon enough <3

❀•°❀°•❀ create emergeny one (if already havent). ⭐

emergency routines can sometimes be a lifesaver if an accidental regress happens (whether it be outside of school or on the property). this routine can include: > a safe space to go until you're back big again. > some sort of fidgit or item to help ground you. > some breathing techniques to help fight that little side off. when i worked, i used the bathroom as my safe space. i got comfortable with pushing that headspace back until i got home. it sometimes can be annoying, but it's better to regress somewhere safe and controlled than accidently in front of strangers <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ use of distraction and/or notes. 🌙

if i could feel myself slipping & knew i couldn't make it to my safe space in time- i would do things to distract me instead. notebooks or scrap pieces of paper can help a milion in these situations! you don't even need to write/draw something good- just keepn your brain stimulated and in control until you feel more like your big self <3.

❀•°❀°•❀ treats & positive re-enforcement. ⭐

are super duper important to remember! especially if you've had a bad day with controlling and still managed to make it home. postively re-enforcing yourself can help your confidence so so much. tell your cg about how brave you were staying big today in school. and if you don't have one at the moment, tell yourself in a diary or someone you trust! you deserve to be celebrated for being so brave <3

❀•°❀°•❀ mistakes happen & that's okay! 🌙

sometimes, even after sticking to the routines you've made perfectly- you might still involuntary regress in public. that's okay. mistakes happen, we're all human. it doesn't & never will make you a bad little, i promise <3.

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Thank you so much for the very detailed response, it was so helpful!

I wanted to follow up on the “old habits.” Basically, I have a very difficult time asking for what I want, saying when somethings not working, giving direction to the person I’m with, even when I am confident they wouldn’t respond badly. I had a sexual partner before I came out who was very disrespectful to me in that regard and wouldn’t listen when I wanted something or would actively push my hand away if I tried to guide it somewhere else or if he was hurting me etc. so I’m sure a lot of that is trauma. But now I struggle with speaking up, and I wondered if you had any advice about overcoming that.

Also, were there things you did before you started presenting more stereotypically male that helped you “feel more like a man” during sex? I know that’s a very subjective thing, but as someone who does prefer to bottom (though I do want to eventually try topping) sometimes it’s difficult to not go right back into that cishet mindset.

Follow up to this ask.

I'm so sorry, Anon, this is a really tough topic - your experiences are not uncommon, unfortunately, and like I said in my previous answer, a lot of that comes down to the culture around respect and bodily autonomy, especially bodies that are perceived as women's bodies, or are misgendered as such.

The thing about trauma around this sort of communication is that like... You're working through more than just a fear of the other person reacting badly and either being cruel verbally and/or hurting you worse as punishment - when this kind of behaviour becomes ingrained, when we hold our tongues again and again, when we become used to not just not communicating our needs but also repressing them, it becomes extremely hard to shake those responses!

It sucks so fucking bad when our sexuality in the past has felt like something we're not allowed to control, when our autonomy and our agency haven't been taken into account, especially when like...

The thing about cis M/F relationships in the mainstream - and relationships that are perceived as or misgendered as M/F - is that there's an element of coercive control in so many of them, because of a lot of implicit messaging around what's "right" and "correct" in a relationship, and especially about the things "the woman" is meant to withstand and take as acceptable - not to mention the things "the man" has supposed rights to and complete control over.

These things can absolutely happen in M/M relationships as well, and during casual M/M sex, I'm not gonna tell you otherwise, but my experience in cruising culture is that because two men come to it with an understanding of equal agency and control, it's just a lot easier to communicate and discuss these boundaries while you're going.

If you do use hook-up apps or text for a while beforehand, like I said, talking it out over text might be helpful? Just setting some ground rules like "I don't like having my hair pulled or being held down" or "I'm not ready for anal today" can be really nice, because it's a basic structure to work from.

Often when I first start having sex with someone, if my chest or hip are acting up, I say that from the get-go "Hey, I've got some issues with my hip and can't do some positions for a long time," or "Hey, my asthma's quite bad at the moment, so can I be on top?"

A nice thing if you're not certain about saying "I need this" or "I like that" from the off can be to go, "Are there any ground rules or baselines you'd like to set?" to the other person and see if there's anything they'd like to volunteer or set up. Taking the lead in these situations can be a relief for the other person as well as yourself, depending on how comfortable you are with it.

A lot of this ultimately comes down to practice - communicating your needs and desires is a skill, and it is one that takes practice for anybody, even without some baseline trauma affecting your feelings and confidence with it.

One thing that can help ease the way with communicating consent as you go is actually dirty talk - talking dirty in general might not be for you, but I do have another guide here about talking more in the bedroom, and also an interview about dirty talk in general:

Tell Me How You Like It: A Beginner’s Guide to Talking Dirty. How do I dirty talk effectively in the bedroom? How do I start talking when my natural inclination is to remain quiet? What do I say? How do I get over the embarassment? On Medium / / On Patreon.

Dirty talk: a deep dive into smut and the art of fantasy by Kish Lal — An article by Kish Lal for DripFeed, where she interviewed several people about dirty talk, including myself, looking at different fantasies, the psychology of dirty talk, and different ways to approach it. Read on DripFeed

I know I've linked you a bunch of pieces of mine at once, so if you do hit the free article limit on Medium and aren't able to pay for a subscription right now, remember you can use an incognito window or a service like 12 Foot Wall! Obviously this is how I make my living and if you can pay, do, but if you can't, please don't feel guilty or worry too much about it. We're all struggling, like.

As for the latter question...

I don't tend to have a lot of dysphoria around sex - especially because I'm typically a lot more confident than my hook-ups, I often end up in a more dominant and explicitly communicative position, even when I'd really prefer to be subbing more.

Certain positions might help you, such as riding or doing it doggy rather than missionary - I know some men do fuck with their binders on or while wearing a t-shirt to help with any dysphoria around their chest.

Nothing wrong with wearing a binder if that's what you need, but do try to keep safety in your awareness - not every binder is rated for significant exercise, and especially if you're fucking harder or rougher, you want to be aware of not constricting your chest unduly!

You might also try other gender-affirming kinds of clothing - they make men's lingerie, but there's also shit like leather harnesses and straps, there's jock straps, there's all sorts!

There's a lot to be said about language - making sure you're using the language you feel comfortable with with your body and setting ground rules with your partner if any specific words set up your dysphoria and make you feel less confident or comfortable. And remember that doesn't just have to be about your body to be important! Some men don't like the word "strap" or "strap-on" or referring to it as a toy or a dildo - they would treat it more like a phallic prosthesis than as an additional or extra toy, so they'd use words like cock or dick.

Hope this helps and good luck with it! <3

#trans mlm #mlm #sexuality #musings #anonymous

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firefly-bites · 2 years

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no crying in the club (jotaro kujo x F!reader) pt.2

Synopsis: y/n and Jotaro leave the club and head home, not before grabbing a bite to eat somewhere on the way of course.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of SA, alcohol, soft jotaro

The drive was quiet and thoughtful. Soft jazz music calmed y/n as it played from the speakers. The slightly tipsy girl leaned her head on her hand, looking out the window at the night sky. What a mess. If not for the man, whose name she just recently found out is Jotaro, she could've died. Stripped of her dignity and her clothes without her consent. Forced into doing unspeakable things. She shivered for the nth time that night. She lasted thirty minutes in the club before having to leave with a man she barely knew.

"What's the address? Have you got a place to stay?" Jotaro's calm voice interrupted her thoughts. She shifted in the brown leather seat, deciding if she should really give him the location of her apartment. Mentally and physically she had been through hell tonight, maybe it would help to have him there.

"Yeah, XXXX street XX, it's not too far from here," she said, ignoring the growing hunger in her stomach. She had barely eaten anything today, opting to stay slim and just deciding to eat finger food at the club. Now that she hadn't gotten the food she was starving.

They shared a simple silence once again. It wasn't too awkward, only a little bit. For a few seconds, they had both just accepted the lack of conversation. It was only when y/n's stomach growled loudly that the quiet ride was disturbed.

"Sorry," she blushed, cheeks heating in embarrassment. Her hand went to lay gently on her rumbling stomach. Drinking without eating beforehand was the dumbest idea she has ever had.

"What kind of food do you like? We'll just stop somewhere," Jotaro offered, realizing he should give her some food before she pukes up her margarita on his dashboard.

"Oh, uh, it's fine, really! I'll just eat when I get home-"

"Stop complaining, just tell me where to go before you ruin my car."

"You can choose, I'm not picky," y/n said with a smile, hoping to not agitate Jotaro. She realized as she was talking with him that this man was built like a Greek god, sculpted by the finest artists of his time. She would love the chance to meet his parents and thank them for their creation.

He sighed, shaking his head and pulling into a diner after a short while. The A.C was blowing on her face, making slight nausea feel a little better. Apparently, drinking on an empty stomach also made her three times drunker than she should've been. She felt the slick layer of sweat on her face slowly leave, refreshing her.

"We're here," Jotaro grunted, opening his door before making his way around to the tipsy passenger, his clothes blowing slightly in the wind. He had ditched the apron and at the bar and traded it for his long, white jacket. He grabbed the handle and revealed y/n grinning in front of the fans, cooling down her heated face. She stopped to look at him, immediately feeling woozy.

Her heels clicked on the pavement as she exited the vehicle. Each step made her want to puke, it made her want to force the drink she had out of her system. As they passed the glass window leading inside the diner she stared at her reflection for a couple of seconds. Most of her eye makeup was gone, some smudged along her under eyes while the gloss she had on completely dissolved. Her dress was still intact but one of the straps on her heel had broken when she was shoved from her seat.

"Jesus Christ. You could've told me I look this bad," the girl said, grimacing at the person in her reflection. It barely even looked like her anymore.

"You look fine. Let's go," Jotaro said, nodding towards the entrance and holding the door open for her. Y/n passed one last look at herself before walking inside, thanking the man. He released a gruff, 'whatever', before following her.

The diner was fairly small, with an ordering area, five or six booths, and some four-person tables freckled across the floor. She leads Jotaro to an empty booth, red leather decorating the seats. They were cushioned and felt like heaven. The charcoal-haired man sat across from y/n, using this opportunity to admire her.

He felt his chest tighten when she had dissed her own looks. She was stunning, more beautiful than she could ever imagine even with ruined makeup and a tipsy complexion. Everything about her made him want to leave. It made him want to rip his fast-beating heart from his body and ignore the warmth that spread through him when she smiled.

A waiter came, offering them a menu and asking what they wanted as a drink.

"How can I help you lovely couple? What can I get started for you?" A sweet old lady asked. Y/n couldn't help but wonder if she was old enough to be retired.

"We're not a cou-"

"Just a black coffee," Jotaro said, cutting the woman off. Rude.

"Could I just get a glass of water, please?" She asked politely. Drinking water was supposed to help people sober up, right? And it didn't cost anything considering she left her bag in Polnareff's truck.

The waitress jotted down some notes before smiling and walking off to the kitchen. The two adults were left in an awkward silence once again. Jotaro had his head to the side, looking around the area. While he wasn't facing her, y/n took another moment to just stare at him. He seemed so aloof on the outside, though his eyes gave away the deep ocean of emotions swirling within him. So many different feelings clashed like the waves during raging thunderstorms.

The blue seemed similar to the sky and the sea. The wanderlust the atmosphere above holds for the lapis-coloured waves crashing together below. The two are so close yet so far from each other. So similar yet so different.

"You feeling okay there? You're spacing out," Jotaro inquired, interrupting her thoughts.

"Yeah, sorry about that. It's just, Uh, your eyes are really pretty" y/n said, bashfully bringing a hand to rub her neck.

Jotaro, who had been scoping out the area, got slightly concerned when he turned back to see the girl he had just met gazing so incredibly deep into his eyes. No one had ever stared at him like that before. Stared as if they were uncovering his darkest secrets buried in his brain. Stared as if they were trying to discover everything about him. And when she complimented his eyes he felt his cheeks heat up, trying to lower his hat when he remembered that it was at his house. The man resorted to using his palm to cover the blush while leaning on his hand.

"Thanks. What're you ordering?"

"Mhm! Also, I didn't bring any money so I'll just deal with my stomach until I get home."

"Good grief, I didn't ask if you had money, I asked what you wanted to eat," Jotaro asked, refusing to let her hunger grow more than it has.

Y/n nodded and turned to the almost empty diner, watching as their waiter walked towards them with a tray balancing on her hip. "Here we are! Can I get you guys something to eat?"

"Number two combo,"

"And I'll have a number four, please and thank you,"

The waitress clicked her pen before writing down their desired meals. "Is that all?"

"Yes ma'am," said y/n, giving the woman a mock salute as she walked away. To Jotaro, the girl seemed to be doing better than inside the club. In all honesty, she looked fine. Or she did until a random drunk walked by and she flinched. It wasn't that noticeable but with the way Jotaro was keeping an eye on her he noticed easily.

"How're you holding up? Sorry about the asshole in there," Jotaro shocked himself with the fact that he was apologizing to someone, let alone someone he met only about an hour ago.

"Please don't apologize! It wasn't your fault!" Y/n blurted out. She didn't want the poor man to be sorry, it was in no way, shape, or form his fault. If anything, she should be apologizing for inconveniencing him during his work.

"You never answered my question. How. Are. You. Doing."

The feeling of someone caring for her the way Jojo did makes her heart stutter. The beats phased in and out of harshness while her stomach was filled with butterflies fluttering their delicate wings softly and tickling her. How was she doing? She hadn't really thought about her feelings yet and she didn't really want to face that issue. The drunk man that had just passed beside their table had scared her. The heavy scent of beer was probably the main reason for her fear.

"I'm...doing okay, I guess. I'll be fine later hopefully," Y/n responded, sorting out her thoughts to make a coherent sentence.

"That's good. Once we're done eating I'll get you home, just worry about getting some food into you for now," Jotaro said, relieved that she was okay and lightly smiling at her. The uplift in his mouth was so minuscule that she almost missed it. Y/n hummed, nodding along to the music and bringing her attention off the man as they sported a now comfortable silence.

Once they reached y/n's apartment building she paused. Sure, asking a man you had just met to keep you company was awkward but the fear of being alone after what happened overtook her.

"Could you, maybe, come in with me? I don't think I can be alone right now..." her voice trailed off, barely above a whisper. The words had almost gotten carried away in the late-night breeze.

Jotaro had a feeling she would ask him to stay. After all, he was the only one with her when she was assaulted and the only one who cared enough to stay. So, with a quick curse muffled under his breath, he left the car to stand with her. He noticed her shivering, goosebumps rising from her shaky arms. With a sigh, he removed his jacket off his body and placed it over her shoulders, effectively making her drown in fabric.

The minute she went to protest, he shut her up by grabbing her hand and dragging the girl inside the building. Luckily she knew the landlord and just asked for a spare key. The owner, a middle-aged man named Daniel Johnson, was like a father to her, letting her stay for cheap rent and taking care of her when she needed it. The look that Mr. Johnson gave Jotaro had the simplest meaning. 'You hurt her and I'll hurt you.'

They made casual small-talk up the elevator until they reached the eighth floor, which was also the highest. Her apartment was in the middle of the hall. It wasn't extravagant. One bedroom, one bathroom, kitchen and living room. When she entered she immediately unstrapped her heels and slipped on a pair of slippers, Jotaro following her lead. Then, the two walked to the right and sat together on the black leather couch. It was a peaceful moment, both of them sharing nothing but each other's presence. Without any words, y/n leaned in, hugging the much bigger man. She could’ve blamed it on the drinks, but she was sober now.

“Thank you. I really wouldn’t know -wouldn’t want to know- what could have happened. And I’m really sorry for being annoying or inconveniencing you at work. You’re, like, the best person out there for helping me even if I was tipsy and so close to throwing up in your fancy car and-”

“It’s fine, anybody would have stepped in if they saw it.”

“Then why was it only you who helped? You’re clearly a good person,” Y/n blurted, much like word vomit. During those last few words, she had lifted her head from his chest, realizing that he had lazily wrapped one of his arms around her back for comfort.

A blush crept its way onto her face, heating it up as she realized how close he was. This man, who was not only her saviour but also extremely handsome, was a mere four inches away from her.

His eyes traced her every feature. Jotaro took a second to think about her words. Was he really the only one to notice her? Why did he help her? It’s not like someone could not notice her, she was stunning and probably the most attractive person in the bar at the time. So why was he the only one to step in? It’s not like he really cared about her that much...did he?

He knew the moment he felt her warm, minty breath on his lips that he had somehow fallen for a complete stranger. Something about her made her special. The way she smiled, the way her eyes creased at the corners when she giggled. The way her eyes seemed to reflect every bit of light that entered them in a hypnotizing fashion. The way her lips seemed so kissable and soft. He realized he was absolutely wiped. Somehow within the short two hours that he had known her, she had managed to make the Jotaro Kujo fall in love.

The blue-eyed man grunted out a breathy, ‘good grief,’ before lowering his head and closing his eyes, slotting their lips together in a gentle kiss. Her lips weren’t perfect, scar tissue around the base from chewing and picking at the skin but they were so incredibly soft that Jotaro could easily get addicted to the feeling of kissing her.

Y/n’s brain stopped for a moment, registering the fact that the man she had fallen so suddenly for was kissing her. When she finally realized what was lying on her lips she closed her eyes and kissed back. It was tender and sweet. Jotaro was careful not to scare her, considering what happened earlier in the night. But she didn't care. The only thing that mattered to her was the man in front of her, kissing her, being gentle with her, caring for her. And the only thing that mattered to him was the woman in front of him, kissing him, loving him, being with him.

The only thing that mattered was the two of them, trusting each other with their love.

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I found my old lava lamp and literally stared at it for 10 minutes straight and it somehow got me out of writers block...Thanks old lava lamp from when I was 12. Also lmk what you guys think of the second part!! I decided no smut just for the fact that mc was sa’d and that could be a little insensitive but I’m planning to write joot smut sometime soon so stay tuned!! .3.

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emmaelix · 2 years

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Flaming Tounges & Other Nonsense: Leo Valdez x Fem! OC

Yep. I'm back, finally. I got some inspiration while reading HoO, so we're doing some Valdez stuff. The reader is a daughter of Athena, technically my oc who I'm attaching pictures of, but you can change her appearance in your mind if you want to. If you haven't figured it out yet, this is a fic born of how sad and lonely our Latino Santa's Elf (Thanks, Sparky, for that nickname) was at the end of the first book.

The reader has her own last name, but your first name! Isn't that fun?

As you've probably guessed, I'm not the very talented Rick Riordan, and no, I didn't kill Jason. If I wrote the books Jason would still be alive, Octavian would be lying in a ditch somewhere, and Drew would've been *accidentally* skewered by Piper's blade. Oh, and Hermes wouldn't have emotional trauma. But I don't.

Full Title; Flaming Tounges and Other Nonsense, Leo Valdez x fem! OC/Reader

Y/n: Your Name. Y/H/C: Your Hair Color. Y/E/C: Your Eye Color. Y/S/C: Your Skin Color. Y/n/n: Your Nickname.

Y/n Garfield was already regretting letting the Aphrodite cabin do her hair and makeup, and it'd only been ten minutes. Piper McLean, Y/n's supposed best friend and the head of Aphrodite cabin just sat on her bed, giggling as girls all around her were running around and sizing up Y/n like she was their own personal life-sized Barbie Doll.

She was a daughter of Athena, how had she let herself get roped into this? One of the younger girls, Lacy, Y/n though was her name, grabbed a red eyeshadow palette. "No!" Y/n said, shoving away the palette.

"I am not wearing all red!" She said, pointing instead towards a neutral brown eyeshadow palette.

Several of the girls pouted. "But you're going on a date with Leo Valdez! He can literally make flames!" One pointed out.

"Well, do you want me to channel my inner Katniss Everdeen and ride out to meet Leo on a flaming chariot with my dress burning behind me?"

"Could you-"

"No," Y/n said, crossing her arms over the tight dress Piper of all people had picked out for her to wear.

"At least let us have some fun with your hair?" Another girl asked, her eyes twinkling like sparklers.

Y/n sighed. She was going to regret this. "Sure, just nothing too crazy, okay?"

They all nodded, then pulled Y/n out of her seat and into the middle of the room. A chair was brought out for her to sit in. Yep, Y/n was already regretting this one.

She was about to put her hands on her temples to massage them when one of the boys slapped her hand away. "No, don't touch your face, you'll ruin your makeup."

Y/n rolled her eyes but didn't touch her face again. Before anyone could start on Y/n's hair Piper held her hand up. Y/n silently counted in her head each minute it took for them to do her hair.

Even without a mirror, she could tell they were putting her blonde hair into some sort of weird intricate braided bun.

"And done!" Someone said about fifteen minutes later, pulling Y/n out of her chair, and allowing her to look at herself in a mirror.

The dress didn't surprise her, she'd seen what it looked like beforehand, red with mesh sleeves. But what threw her off was the makeup.

Her lips had glossy lipstick on them, and thankfully the only color on her eyes was a little bit of green at the very edge and brown across the rest of her lid. They'd somehow managed to keep her freckles showing, even under at least one layer of foundation.

It didn't feel cakey, so Y/n sighed and began searching for where her shoes were in the Aphrodite cabin.

Piper smiled and put up her crossed fingers, mouthed 'good luck', and waved goodbye to Y/n. She returned the wave and stepped out of the bright cabin into the dusk.

As Y/n walked to where she was supposed to meet Leo she noticed some people she didn't think she'd met before. She'd have to talk with them after her date with Leo.

In front of the Hephaestus Cabin, Y/n stopped and knocked. Leo opened the door, his tie hanging loose around his neck and his shirt only buttoned three-fourths of the way. "I'm getting it!" He yelled to someone before turning to face Y/n.

He saw Y/n and a bright red blush formed on his cheeks. "Hang on, I'm not ready yet. You look really hot, though," Leo mumbled as he ran back into his cabin.

Y/n waited patiently for him, fidgeting with the bracelet her father had given her.

Leo came back out, holding bright red roses as he smiled. "Here."

Y/n smiled and took the flowers, walking with Leo to the edge of camp.

Before they could leave, however, a little boy with blonde hair stopped and started tugging on Y/n's dress. He couldn't have been more than eight, with a deep skin tone, bright eyes, blonde hair, and a slim but surprisingly athletic frame.

"Auntie Y/n/n!" He said, before noticing Leo and jumping around him, instead. "Hey, Uncle Leo!"

'Who is this kid?' Leo mouthed as the eight-year-old started tugging on his sleeve. Before Y/n could say anything a girl who looked almost like a clone of Piper ran over and picked him up. Y/n thought they might've been siblings, with the older girl having the same eye color and shape as the boy she was picking up.

"Sorry about Leo, Auntie Y/n/n, Uncle Leo, but he had some candy before we got here."

Y/n finally got to say what she'd been thinking. "Auntie Y/n/n?"

So the pictures of what my version of Y/n looks like are right here, part two should be up soon, as well. This was originally two separate fic ideas but I think they work better together.

Sorry, the pictures are so big, but the one on top is her normally, and the bottom is her a little more dressy. I don't own these nor did I draw them.

#leo valdez #leo valdez x y/n #leo valdez hoo #heroes of olympus x reader #time travel fic #jiper

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zordonmlw7 · 2 years

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Had a horrific dream really bordering on nightmare.

So in my dream DMV car registration had this weird thing with where if a car was specifically registered to one person, you couldn't use it for the driving test. However you still needed it registered for that for.... Pretty much any other scenario involving your car.

Anyways my mom is driving my sister and I somewhere when some car hits a person, causing a temporary stop to all the cars in the road. Unfortunately, Ellen DeGeneres, James Corden, and Misha Collins were all in cars that were being sidelined, causing people to get out of their cars tongo say hi to them, making the entire situation slower and involve more cops.

Now my mom started freaking out since because of the DMV registration thing, she would get in big trouble if the cops found out about the car not being registered to only her.

Thankfully, we managed to escape that situation without a ticket. However. We drive to our Destination, which is the docks where we are apparently boarding a boat. We managed to sneak past the part of registering to board where they verify any vehicles we are transporting with us are properly registered and wind up getting on the boat just fine.

It occurs to me by this point that I have no idea why we're on a boat and I try to ask my mom but because her seat is farther away from mine, the boat stewardesses tell me I have to sit down in my seat.

Eventually I finally get a chance to talk to my mother and ask her where we're going and she tells me "we're going to Mexico for your driver's test, where else?"

I get SO extremely angry at the implication that I can't pass unless I take it in Mexico (I'm also realizing this is 100% not how licenses work but it's a dream and apparently dream logic suggests that your driver's license has the same logic as doing your confirmation shsjsjd) and even more pissed that she didn't talk about this with me beforehand, she just decided it on her own and had me go along with it.

Then, I get a note from one of the flight attrndants "about my vehicle's registration" which gets me even ANGRIER at my mom because now whatever she was doing with the car to cheat the system, they were clearly on to us and that was going to jeopardize our chances of getting back into the country (even though we all have citizenship in the US and my sister and I aren't even Mexican citizens shdhdh).

Now apparently I'm getting so mad at this point, that people around me are commenting, saying how animated I look. That I remind them of a cartoon character with the way I act when I'm mad. I don't appreciate it, but I do my best to ignore then. Then, some woman dressed as a boat stewardess (but I would soon learn was probably not actually one) came to my section of the boat to get involved with some argument before seeing me and trying to get me to stand up and join the argument.

Now. People thinking it's silly how I look when I'm angry? Whatever, they're strangers, I don't really care what they think, I can ignore them just fine. This lady getting into my personal space, touching me without permission, pulling on my jacket, trying to get me to join her stupid conversation no matter how many times I told her no? I SNAPPED.

Now the other people, as hilarious as they thought me being angry was, were initially on my side begging her to leave me alone. But as she continued to insist I started screaming at her to leave me alone and apparently becais again everyone found it so funny to see me angry, they all started bursting out into laughter as I told her off. This then initiated something like a montage of her constantly leaving and returning to try and get me tk stand up again and me "animatedly" getting mad and telling her off, causing everyone around to laugh. At one point I collapsed from the exhaustion from feeling that powerful of emotions for such a prolonged period all the while I heard all around me what sounded like a laugh track. It was pretty surreal, although i guess it WAS a dream.

Anyways after that, everyone stayed pretty clear of me for the rest of the boat ride and I was a lot calmer by the time I was getting off the boat. I woke up just as we were going to enter customs and probably get in trouble for the car shdhdh.

#shut up zordon #dream journal

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ofbackbones · 3 months

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your name: Vox

Romantic or platonic?: ... Romantic.

A night in or dinner out or an activity?: We spend plenty of time in. Dinner somewhere over-the-top fancy, then we head somewhere exclusive that'll make your followers green with envy.

Ice cream or chocolate covered strawberries?: Strawberries. Ice cream on Valentine's Day is for losers without dates.

What's your perfect date?: I've always wanted to rent out an aquarium and walk around at my leisure. Not sure what's stopping me, really. Whole aquarium to ourselves, little hand-holding, maybe we go out to a nice, quiet dinner beforehand....

Would you cook for me?: We've got people to do that for us. But for you? A whole five-course meal.

Would you let me cook for you?: Again, people. But you wouldn't find me turning down such a kind gesture.

Can we make-out?: If... that's something you'd be interested in.

Make out in private or in public?: I'm gonna say private. I don't think all of Hell needs to be aware of everything we do together.

Do you like to cuddle?: I've... been known to cuddle every now and then. For the right reasons.

Blankets or no blankets for cuddling?: Ugh, blankets. What's the point in cuddling if you're just gonna sit there and freeze while it's happening?

Couch or bed?: Bed. Especially if we're still talking about cuddling here. But... hanging out on the couch for movie night isn't too bad either. Six-in-one.

Tell me something about you no else knows: I'll get back to you on this one.

Why do you want to be my Valentine?: Because you're my favorite girl. What, like I'm just gonna let some good-for-nothing step in and take you out for a mediocre night on the town where you'll probably end up splitting all the tabs? Please. Valentine's Day might just be a corporate scam, but that doesn't mean you don't deserve to have a good time.

What makes you a good Valentine?: I'm not some waste of time shlub, and I'll take you out for an all expenses paid night on the town that you'll actually enjoy. Not to mention the fact that we don't even have to suffer through the awkward small-talk phase. That in and of itself is a huge perk.

"You say some of this as if I'd ever let some shlub take me out." Velvette says, eyes still on the paper as she reads through the little application Vox had slid towards her. "You know my tastes are much better than that~." She continues to read through it, hmm-ing and nodding every so often.

All in all, Vox had made some very tempting suggestions. "A nice dinner and then a walk through an aquarium sounds wonderful. Especially if the aquarium is open to just the two of us? No needing to feel rushed or crowded in and we get to just take our time and admire the animals."

#( ✧˖°. replies. )#holoharbinger

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the-firebird69 · 2 years

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So this might be the woman moving in on the 22nd and supposedly it stands mortal enemy but my son said it that Tommy f has been doing this to people and blaming people and his guys dress up as women and although the fight you and infight it's not what you think it's but he has them do it and it's a pain but just stopping that it's not going to do anything you could be around each other just looking at each other and it looks like you're fighting what you think it might be in that kind of thing the horrible party is people are finding evidence is true Stan and our son figured it out somehow we know how

Thor Freya

How did you figure it out he says he started off thinking because he does it to everybody else it's the same MO and the same modus. And then send it back in time and have some monitor the guy I figured out something and you probably got to heads up every once in a while we did and they're saying it's them like it's Jason it's another reason sorry I figured out something nuclear bombs so I don't really want to say have something to do with the laser and I figured it up beforehand you guys ignored me treated me bad pretty bad you're helping him but you're under dressed so you don't know it it's really really annoying it's fascinating you're going around hurting each other for real so you don't think anything of them doing that I hate to see you're in line to do it and stuff because the show hasn't ended and it's going to end badly but I think the proof is in the video and before you before you pay preview and the guys coming in the shuttles are closed and we noticed that they fight and it's a very similar way and you have other points but you don't want to discuss it and that's what we know it's a pain in the ass cuz he's a baby ours is what it is and CAA says it has to do with this plan is he plans to do this as a threat and all of a sudden I see something this is really big and he knew it he's trying to tell us and we didn't listen can only say a little it gets really awfully repressed and he's very angry already his people going to move in and beat the s*** out of Tommy f and that's how he's going to move

Stan

Just remember your Obi-Wan Kenobi and with it comes responsibility of leadership these people lost my dad and ghwb and my brother JC so you're it whether they think it or not it's time to go cosplay

Zues Hera

I hear it and understand it and would you be my understudy and he says I don't think I have a character still and certainly not going to be Anakin because he ends up being 3 ft tall so I'm laughing because he looks kind of like you and your little but then again he looks exactly like dja that's how you know who he was and he leaves DJa there because it's like DJ

Stan we're moving on this and we're getting hovercraft I'm going to have races and it's like pod racing but not as fast and people love it and enjoy it and have a lot of fun and we're going to do it out at the Star wars complex it's like a resort it really is and somewhere to go into enjoy each other's company and to talk shop and to get together and meet and talk about problems and really it is actually intense when you get there and we're going out there now we have all these hovercrafts and someone bought a whole bunch of them and you say you can have a whole bunch out there we want a whole bunch of adult ones and we have some kids other child size people and they're in Star wars they're not in full makeup but they have some characters so they're about 4 ft tall and say the child won't work for them just put in a booster seat because you really have to go fast out there we understand that's true but which ones they like they like Darth maul and that's pretty much it note someone says the Queen amidala and someone says quigon equal number of each and we haven't dressed up so they can be closed and clothes would be the best they say someone send them out there and put them out there in the Big lot so and it's a donation so I'll wait till you guys getting some security and then it can scan it's coming in to me like this I'm going to have to help you somehow and we are and that's what she's there for you said it's a mission and you finally sensed it and Tommy f has been resisting and some others and maybe your wife and she always does that okay so I see that and of course a few other women probably all of them oh God but then again it might be the women's mission for you to go there of yours and ours but that's how it is with them

Stan again aka obi wan Kenobi

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jbreenr · 2 years

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I didn't want to post my NWH spoilers just yet but I need to let it out so…

⚠ Spider-Man: No Way Home spoilers under the cut ⚠

Michelle didn't convince me in the first two movies as a character and love interest, but I really liked how supportive and great she was with Peter and how she put up with all that crap for him.

Now, and I apologize beforehand… MATTHEW FUCKING MURDOCK IS BAAAACK, BITCHES!!!!! THOSE CHARLIE COX LEAKS WERE REAL AND I AM SO FUCKING HAPPY BECAUSE MY BOY IS FINALLY GETTING WHAT HE DESERVES.

Istg I screamed when he caught that brick? stone? idk, and everyone was like “how did you do that?” and he goes “Well, I'm a good lawyer.” It was only a few minutes of him onscreen but those minutes were worth the cost of the ticket.

Right now I didn't care if the Spiderverse actually happened. I was more than good with Matty on the picture.

Back to the movie, i did feel bad for Michelle and Ned not getting into the MIT because of recent controversies. Y'all are the reason people say Thanos was right!!!

Strange accepting helping Peter was such a great gesture of comradeship, in the absence of another word.

And even though I understand why Peter kept interrupting him while performing the spell, I couldn't help but to be frustrated. Like, ugh, Pete, shut up and let the wizard do the favor you asked for!

Okay so, the spell didn't go as planned, Peter's trying to convince this lady to give Ned And Michelle a second chance to get in and BAM! we have Otto and the whole spot from the trailer.

+ Peter saving this woman who, in gratitude, will convince the MIT to consider his friends AND him.

I had no idea how Otto got the Stark tech, and now we know he took the nano from Peter's suit, which didn't work well for him in the end but whatever.

Then we have that quick glimpse of the Green Goblin before Stephen brings Peter back and tells him he captured the Lizard, that everyone from other universes that knew Peter was Spider-Man was coming and that he'd have to capture all of them to send them back.

Something I don't understand is why are they all so angry at Peter? As far as I remember from the previous movies, they redeemed themselves.

Maybe Max didn't, but Connors, Doc Ock, Sandman…

Which is brought up again when Flint saves Peter from becoming barbecue thanks to Electro and then he's like yeah, I don't need fixing even though I want to go back to my daughter, I'll be a villain.

Lemme point this out, Stephen separated Peter from his physical form to his Astral form and he was able to go back into his body and keep Stephen from taking the box from him. Was it his Spidey-sense (no, I'm not calling it tingle)? Because it was awesome.

Otto having his silence and mind back is just so good.

And well, Max suggested there is a black Spider-Man somewhere. Miles, I'm looking at you, bud.

Norman. Just ✨ perfect ✨. The way the Goblin analyzed Peter through Norman was brilliant.

And him convincing both Max and Flint and, well, Connors they were Gods and they didn't need fixing.

Now, freaking hell if I knew what was about to happen and still was not ready. I already knew May was going to die, but I had this slight drop of hope when she stood up and walked to Peter saying that she was okay.

She told Peter that with great power comes great responsibility and I'm totally sobbing at this point.

I ugly cried, people. Not as much as I did with Loki or Nat or Tony, but it's fine because we're finally getting a Peter who suffers and has nothing. Which is sad but that's the essence of the character.

And then, Happy watching from the car.): His realization of what was happening broke me.

Okay but Ned is ✨ magical ✨ and he freaking opened portals.

TO NO OTHERS THAT ANDREW AND TOBEY'S PETERS!!!!!

SPIDER-VERSE CONFIRMED. 👏🏻CON👏🏻FIR👏🏻MED👏🏻

FFS I almost end up hoarse. My hands were shaking and sweating and yes, you can call me ridiculous but this is a freaking big event in the History of television.

Then, we have the other two Peters telling… Peter about their losses, about Gwen and how Uncle Ben told them the same thing May did the day(s) he died. It was very emotional.

And they deciding they were going to help the villains.

That joke about Peter, no I mean Peter Parker. Was hilarious. Mostly because in the group of people I went with there is another Brenda and we get that a lot.

Peter (Andrew) saying that he wants to fight an alien. Oh, boy no, you don't want to. Trust me.

And then Peter (Tobey) telling him that he's not the worst Spider-Man, that he's amazing. Man, he is. I love Tom, Tobey is part of my childhood but Andrew's SM has been my favorite till now. Though I believe Tom's is talking over.

I froze when Michelle fell and Peter was about to get her and the Goblin stopped him. I was certain she was gone too.

But then we got Peter (Andrew) saving her and I cried again. His face when he realized that he saved her, that he didn't let Peter's girlfriend die... GOD!!! Too many feelings.

They stop them all, except for Norman and damn if I saw Peter beating him to death.

I gasped really loud when Peter (Tobey) stopped him and then got freaking stabbed. Like what's gOING ON?!? WTF, WHAT'S THIS?

Oc, they heal Norman too and I breath normally again when Peter says he's fine, that he's been stabbed before.

Now, the multiverse is opening again. Whoever that knows Peter's identity is coming through and Strange does his best to stop them.

And Peter makes the most difficult decision ever. A variant of the spell, where everyone forgets about him. Not only that he's Spider-Man, but about his whole existence, as if he'd never existed.

And my heat aches because it works and he couldn't tell Michelle or talk to his best friend or--.

Or Happy, in the cemetery with May. I would have liked it if the gravestone had said “Ben Parker & May Parker” instead, but I guess we'll never know what happen to uncle Ben.

I was lowkey expecting to see Mr. Ditkovich when someone said something about rent in Peter's new place.

Also, did y'all see that new suit!??!??!?!??!? The colors, the spider in the back, the eyes in the mask. Great, beautiful, magnificent. *chef kiss*

And those post-credits. MAAAAAN. Eddie going back to his universe but Venom leaving a little Venom behind!?!! We already knew it was likely to happen but.… YESSSSS!!!

AND MULTIVERSE OF MADNESS TEASER AS THE SECOND POST-CREDIT. MAAAN, STEPHEN ASKING WANDA FOR HELP, ASKING HER WHAT SHE KNOWS ABOUT THE MULTIVERSE AND FREAKING KAECILIUS AND MORDO AND AMERICA CHÁVEZ.

Dude, I can't wait to watch this movie. It's gonna be crazy.

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hey kanmom, I've been thinking a lot recently and kind of wanted to rant so hopefully it's okay if I do it in your anons. You had another anon post a really long time ago that I mostly agreed with except for the point they made about bts not doing fanservice anymore. I don't mean that in a way that specifically relates to KM (and I'll get to that at the end, I love and support KM and think they're together). bts absolutely still does fanservice and does it often, but the WAY they do it has changed, and so has the way the fandom as a whole perceives it. But there's this incredibly pervasive idea that an action is either genuine and real, or it is fanservice and scripted. And it's a hard line that a huge amount of the fandom seems to buy into, and I'm not naming names. But that just seems... so obviously not true to me? Why can't something be fanservice and genuine? Why can't two people who care for each other not exaggerate that on camera for effect? Do we genuinely think there's some criminal mastermind sitting behind every action people take that's scripting these things? As an example for what I'm talking about I'm not going to discuss KM at all, and I'm actually going to talk about one of my all time favourite more recent bts fanservice moments: the sope boy with love finger touch. This moment is fanservice. It's in every performance, it's obviously been pre-meditated and choreographed. Whenever it happens, it's in the center of the camera frame. I have NO idea whose idea it was. Could have been a choreographer, could have been a member of sope, could have been the evil mastermind Bang PD himself. But guess what? It's also cute as hell. I don't think for a SECOND that either HS or YG hate doing this, if YG's huge smile has anything to say. The boys are good actors, sometimes, but they're not that good. And the fandom eats this up every time. Nobody gets mad at it, everyone enjoys it. Another great example is the vmin roleplay right at the beginning of the dynamite choreo. It's a different roleplay every time but you'll bet your noggin those two are doing something cute at the beginning of that song. They probably discuss it beforehand. It's for the cameras, it's fanservice. Again, I think vmin have an absolutely excellent time doing this, and only idiots think vmin don't absolutely adore each other.

A non-choreo example is the taejin cheek kiss in that one run episode. Tae himself said he knew that armys would love it. I bet you it was Tae's idea in the moment, and it's not like the maknae line giving Jin little kisses is anything new. Taejin adore each other, that moment was likely fanservice, but that doesn't mean it wasn't real. I could find examples for every pair but this is already so long. So, BTS does fanservice, and nobody gets mad at it. Except when it's KM. And I do think KM do fanservice, in the same way vmin do it or taejin do it or literally any other pair does it. There is a freedom in front of the camera or the audience to let things go a little further. I don't think that means literally any of it isn't real. Even 'fanservice' operates within personal boundaries because we're talking about people with real relationships and real friendships. People get mad at KM (in general, but also KM fanservice, which I have a whole other rant on how much rarer that is than some people seem to think) because they can tell, somewhere in the human part of their brains that isn't totally warped by fandom and/or blatant homophobia, that there's more going on there. It makes me tired, and it makes me sad.

Thanks for coming over here and ranting anon.

I agree.

Fanservice is a discussion that needs not a whole post for itself, but multiple posts. What fanservice is, when is it exercised, by who, to what extent.

That word keeps being thrown around with JK&JM and only with them, while if there is fanservice, it would be true with everyone, including the TKK interactions.

But as you said, fanservice, at least with BTS, is not something ingenuine or forced. That kind of fanservice that they may have practiced in the early years is long gone. Interactions may be for the sake of the fans, but that doesn't mean they aren't genuine.

"There is a freedom in front of the camera or the audience to let things go a little further. I don't think that means literally any of it isn't real. Even 'fanservice' operates within personal boundaries because we're talking about people with real relationships and real friendships."

That.

I do want to add something here though. You yourself touched on it:

“KM fanservice, which I have a whole other rant on how much rarer that is than some people seem to think.”

Not every moment on stage is fanservice (not to mention those moments off stage, but that’s for another post). The ones you spoke of I would agree, and you can see they are done for the audience, the fans. But there are also many moments, interactions that are not about the fans, not about what they are giving to the audience and more about them enjoying themselves, having fun and just interacting with each other.

Their last 4 concerts are filled with such moments. It’s not about showing the crowds they are interacting, and more about them interacting.

Just a couple of examples:

Day 4 PTD LA concert.

This was for JM, not us, not the cameras. JK is looking at JM, he’s wiggling his hand in front of JM waiting for JM to see it. This isn’t about pleasing the crowds.

Day 3 PTD concert.

Again, not about pleasing the crowds.

JM and Hobi were having too much fun that JM’s shoulders must have tensed up (at least that must be what JK was thinking, lol).

I know I said a couple of examples, but I’ve changed my mind, and have to add this obvious one here too. PTD LA day 3:

This moment here:

This wasn’t about fanservice. This wasn’t about giving the audience something to cheer about.

Fact: cameras cut off this moment when JK moved his face too close to JM. Isn’t it about fanservice? Why cut off the camera then?

This was about JK seizing the moment. So what as a whole is a little of a ‘FU’ song, and these last lines JM sings, they mean something. To JM and to JK. So no, I don’t think this moment was about amping up for the crowds either.

There are many other examples, including during these 4 concerts.

#ask #anon

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blueathens · 3 years

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Coup De Foudre

Act 1, Scene 1

Song: Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa Quote: 'They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops.'

TW: Mention of Attempted Suicide, Drugs, Injections, Blood

Masterlist//Agape Masterlist

Ring.

"Hello?" The girl said as she pressed the green button on her phone, not looking at the ID of the caller, as she was too busy getting her bag out from the backseat of her car.

"Kasey! Are you working yet?"

"Dad? Not yet, I'm just outside of it, but I've got some minutes to spare before my shift starts."

"TK will probably tell you everything soon, like he normally does, but he wanted me to warn you beforehand of what happened and how sorry he is."

Kasey closed the car door at the sound of her dad's stressed voiced. She could imagine his hand rubbing down his face as if he was tired, but she was surprised he hasn't started sighing yet.

"Dad? You're scaring me." She told him as she leant against her black Land Rover, her blue bag that contained her uniform was on one of her shoulders and her right hand tapped her thigh as she waited in anticipation of what her dad, more like TK, wanted to tell her.

"TK overdosed last night."

Those four words made the air from her lungs disappear. He promised he wouldn't do it again. He promised her and the their parents that he wouldn’t go near them again. But somewhere in Kasey didn’t care that he broke his promise, that wasn’t important to her right now, all she wanted to know was that he was okay, that he wasn’t alone, that he was with someone right now who is telling him everything is going to be okay, holding him, and making him know it isn’t his fault.

Kasey wished that she was there, making sure TK was alright as she wasn’t there for him last time, she didn’t want him to think that she didn’t care, when really she cares a lot and just wants him to be okay.

Her mouth opened, then closed, then opened once more before closing again. She didn’t know what to say, what to ask…maybe that was due to fear as she would have to find out why he did it, why he overdosed again, and Kasey worried that it had something to do with them…she worried that maybe she didn’t protect her older brother enough…Kasey was worried for him, and Owen knew that the moment silence overtook Kasey.

"Is he okay?"

"TK is in the car right now and we're heading to-"

"Is TK okay?" She repeated herself, stressing each word to make it clear how important it was for her to know if he was fine.

"I'm fine Kas." When Kasey heard TK's voice it was like she could breathe again.

She blew out a deep breath, nodding as she kicked the ground before clicking her car keys to make sure the doors were locked before heading inside the firehouse. But she paused, hesitating slightly to think of what to ask next. She didn’t want TK to think she was disappointed or angry at him, that was the last thing she wanted him to think when it was untrue. She wasn’t feeling any negative emotion towards him, to her maybe, but to him she could only feel worry.

“TK,” she utters, pausing again to think of the right words to say to him, and she bit her lips when she heard of him say ‘yeah’ on the other line. She repeated his name once more, speaking it softly like a mother would to a child who scrapped their knees.

She paused once more before asking him something else.

"Why you do it TK?" Her voice still wasn't demanding, instead it was calm and gentle like turtledove, and behind that softness was curiosity, she needed to know what she didn’t protect her brother from well enough...and despite it not being her fault, Kasey felt like it was.

"You was doing so well. You are doing so well. But - I just thought you stopped." And her voice stayed gentle, not an ounce of disappointment was heard within it, and this soothed TK a lot. Out of everybody, his younger sister was the most important thing to him as they went through every happiness and every pain together. And he also knew that she would understand the whole situation better than anyone else, not just because she understood him, but because of her past.

"I proposed to him."

"Alex?" Kasey waved at Buck when she saw him talking to the team, which lead to the entire team turning around to see who he was beaming at, only realising it was their missing piece who they also smiled and waved at. Kasey leant against the wall as she waited for TK to continue. She heard him take a deep, shaky breath out and it was like she could feel his pain.

"And he was in love with someone else."

Kasey head hit the wall behind her, making her wince slightly and the team to look at her with confused looks which she just replied with a thumbs up. She took a deep breath out and ran her hand through her brown locks, she closed her eyes, cursing herself for not taking the time to meet Alex properly, to make sure he was a good guy and wouldn’t hurt her brother.

Yet here they are – and Kasey did feel like all of this was her fault, it was her job to protect her brother, something she vowed to herself when they were seven, and here she was years later facing all the times she let him down.

"I always hated the guy." She told him with a small smile at her lips. She heard the two male Strands laugh. They knew that she never liked the guy – TK knew this by the way of Kasey hardly coming down to visit them and the few times she did she only put up with him for TK. "I get to punch him right? I find him next time I'm visiting you up in New York and - did you say you were in the car?"

"Don't worry the speakers on." Owen reassured his daughter.

"Where you going?"

"Texas."

And Kasey was about to reply before she looked up and caught eyes with someone new.

And when his eyes caught hers he could feel his breath hitch. She looked away but his eyes stayed on her figure that stood by the wall, near the entry of the firehouse, whilst she talked on the phone. He felt his heart skip several beats when they eyes locked onto each other, even if it was just for a second. That second felt longer than it was. And he knew that they were too far away from each other, but he knew that she was beautiful. She was indescribably beautiful. And he felt ridiculous for feeling like this. He hasn't even spoken to the girl, nor seen her longer than a few seconds. But his hands felt sweaty, and his heart was thumping harder and faster than it has ever done before. His mind went blank, and he felt dizzy. And the butterflies in his stomach has never fluttered as powerful as it is right now.

Coup de foudre: Love at first sight.

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. You'll never forget the moment you met the person you love. The smallest details will still be vivid in your mind, and they'll likely stay there forever. It's like time stopped, and you were able to take this photograph in your brain to remember years later. And never has any two quotes ever fitted so well with the way someone felt.

Because when Eddie saw her, time stopped.

And this has never happened to him before. Not even with his ex-wife. To be exact the feelings he was experiencing was never this wild for her. And this was scaring Eddie because why is a girl he doesn't even know making him feel like he's on top of the world?

Eddie didn't believe it was love at first sight as he was one of those people who didn't believe in it, he find it ridiculous really . But when he looks at her from across the room, his belief feels stupid. But he knew it wasn't love, not yet at least, because the reason he didn't believe in love at first sight was because he needed to know the person. He saw her smile a perfect smile and his stomach fluttered once more. And his heart whispered to him...her...and maybe it wasn't exactly love...not just yet...but it was a sudden attraction to her...to know everything about her. To be the reason to make her happy. And maybe it was ridiculous, but Eddie Diaz was infatuated with Kasey Strand without even knowing her.

Maybe it was love at first sight to some people...but for Eddie this was attraction at first sight. The attraction before the fall.

It was like she was a magnet pulling him in and he prayed that it would never repel.

They say when you meet the love of your life, time stops. But eventually time catches up and you come back to reality. And in reality Eddie only looked at her for a few seconds or else it would have been weird. But it felt as if he looked at her forever, and yet it still wasn’t long enough.

He looked back down, adjusting his shirt to perfection for his first day with a shake of his head and a small smile.

Kasey coughed slightly when she looked away from the man she caught eyes with for a second before looking elsewhere, hand to the back of her neck as she rubbed it slightly whilst her brows furrowed in thought of what they just said.

"Texas? As in Cowboy Land?"

"Yep."

"I can picture you two wearing cowboy hats."

"Does it suit us?"

"Of course it does, Strands suit everything." TK laughed out.

"Why you going there?" Kasey question, putting her hand down, before turning to her side so her shoulder leant against the wall.

"You left New York for a fresh start and so are we." Owen said to her.

"It's closer to you as well, only under 3 hours roughly." TK piped in.

"I think a fresh start be good for you." Kasey said sincerely,.

"TK's getting therapy twice a week." Owen started and Kasey immediately closed her eyes knowing where this was going. "Are you still going to-"

"No I'm not dad."

"Why not? You've been through-"

"I just can't, okay!" She sighed before continued. "Look, I need to go. I'll call you later. I love you both."

"We love you too Kas." TK said with a smile.

"Kas-"

"Bye...bye...going now...bye." She quickly hang up and stuffed her phone into her jean pocket, rubbed her face, sighing, and then moved towards where the Buck was waiting for her.

"Who were you speaking to?" Buck asked as his arm immediately went round her shoulder.

"My dad and brother."

"Are they doing okay?" His small fell from his usual smile to a frown when he noticed doleful look upon her face, no sight of the smile she gave him when she entered.

"Yeah," Kasey nodded. "They're going to better after the big move from New York to Texas."

"Moving?" He questioned. "Why?"

"Fresh start."

"Hey," Buck quickly changed the conversation when he felt her go stiff under his arm. "I dropped another half percent."

"Good for you." Kasey asked as her mind was already distracted by the memory of the new guy. The new guy her whole team, except her and Buck were talking too. "Who's the pretty guy?"

"That's Eddie Diaz, he's new to the team." Buck answered her, slightly annoyed that they were talking about him.

"And?"

"Top of his class. Station Six were dying to have him, but Bobby convinced him to join us."

"He must be good if he got Mr Bobby Nash and Station Six fighting for him."

"Apparently he was an Army Medic." Buck said gruffly. "And I told those three idiots that we already have a solider."

"Yeah, but I wasn't an Army Medic, Buck."

"He only got a Silver Star. Whilst you got that and the Distinguished Service Cross."

"Buck, this isn't a competition. A Silver Star is a big deal. Hell, a medal or no medal if you serve your country that is a big deal." Kasey told him as she slapped his chest as his audacity to moan about that before moving forward so his arm was no longer wrapped round her.

"But-"

"Kasey! Buck! Come meet Eddie. Eddie, these two idiots are Kasey," Bobby pointed at the girl who walked into the locker room, one hand tightly gripping the label of her duffel bag whilst her other moved to wave at him with a sweet smile. "And that's Buck." He didn't bother to smile or wave; all he did was nod his head to greet Eddie, but he only did that due to Kasey elbowing him.

"Together they are the equivalent to Dumb and Dumber." Chimney added with a smirk.

"That might be the nicest thing you ever said about us." Kasey sarcastically said as she placed a hand on her heart, tipped her head to the side and smiled at Chimney.

"Kasey here was also in the army too-"

And before Bobby could further introduce Kasey the bell rang, and the group looked at each other before making their way to the fire trucks.

"Good luck New Guy." Kasey smiled slightly at him before climbing into the red vehicle and putting on her headphones.

"So, Silver Star, huh?" Chimney asked Eddie with a smirk as he leaned forwards, arms resting on his knees as he spoke to the newbie.

"Yeah." Kasey noticed that he seemed slightly disinterested in the question, like he wanted to be asked anything but that. And she could understood why. She was like that too when people brought up Afghanistan and the medals she achieved.

"You save a platoon or anything?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Uh, just a convey" He turned to look at the girl next to him. "I heard that you were a solider too."

"Yeah," Kasey smiled at him, "fought on the Frontlines in Afghanistan. I was definitely no Army Medic."

"No, but you are a solider who got a Silver Star and the Distinguished Service Cross." Buck boasted about his best friend. Kasey exhaled as she kicked him in the shin - which caused him to hiss in pain at.

"Evan." She warned him through gritted teeth.

"Distinguished Service Cross?" Eddie raised an eyebrow at her. "That's very impressive."

"And a Silver Cross." Coughed Buck, leading into another kick in the shin.

"I was just doing my job like everyone else. The medals mean nothing to me, their just something just sits at the bottom of my drawer under all my clothes." Kasey laughed slightly, as she fidgeted in her seat.

"Yeah, I feel the same way. Never worn the medal in my life and keep it hidden in my drawers."

"Eddie, uh, you heard about the hot firefighter calendar?"

Chimney smirked at Buck, Hen grinned at Buck, Kasey winked at Buck and all Buck did was bit his tongue to hold back any crass comments.

"Sorry, for what?"

"It's for charity."

"Yeah, you should totally do it, considering your hot and everything." Kasey said bluntly.

"Don't you have a boyfriend?" Buck pointed a glare at Kasey. He wasn't liking that his best friend and the rest of the team were so interested in the new guy. Before him, it was Buck and Kasey. Best friends till the end. Always having one another's backs till the end. Them always joking around. Them always talking. Them being the troubling duo. Them being Kasey and Buck. Buck and Kasey. But seeing his best friend talking to the new guy made him slightly jealous and scared that he would lose this friendship. Their friendship was one of the best things that has ever happened to him, along with becoming a firefighter. And he couldn't lose her.

When Eddie heard that Kasey had a boyfriend, he ducked his head down slightly, first because of the cheeks blushing at what the beautiful girl said to him, but now to bit his lip and he silently sighs to himself. 'Course a perfect girl like her has a boyfriend.'

Coup de foudre: Love at first sight.

At first it's never easy. But when is love ever easy.

But this wasn't love, not just yet... this was attraction at first sight.

Eddie looked back up at Kasey and she shook her head at Buck.

"It's complicated...but hey, I was just pointing out the obvious, everyone here was thinking the same thing."

"True." The whole team (except Buck) agreed with Kasey who smirked in triumph.

"So, is your full name 'Eduardo?'" Buck finally spoke to the new guy.

"No." Eddie shook his head.

"People ever call you 'Diaz'?"

"Not if they want me to respond."

"Something's got to give...We got...we got Cap, Hen, Chimney, Buck and the idiot over there." He pointed at Kas.

"Hey!" She gasped as she looked at him with offence.

"Were you or were you not the one who walked into a glass door!"

"How was I supposed to know it was made out of glass!"

"Are they always like this?" Eddie asked Hen, Chimney and Bobby.

"Always." They answered.

"Maybe if your eyes were open you would be able to tell!" Teased Buck.

"They were open! It's not my fault that glass is transparent!" Kasey bickered back.

"There was a handle!"

"I didn't see that!"

"Because your eyes were closed!" Laughed Buck.

"They weren't closed!" She paused. "I don't think they were..." she muttered to herself. "...Anyways, they call me Kas...usually." Kasey told Eddie.

"We can't just call you 'Eddie'" Buck told him.

"Can't tell if he's being serious or not." Said Eddie with slight confusion.

"I like to always operate under the assumption that nothing he says is serious." Chimney joked which made the team chuckle slightly. "Same goes for you Kas, especially after you asked me if I think humans will ever be able to walk on the sun."

Kasey stopped laughing, tilting her head to look at Chimney with the look of ‘are-you-serious?’

"You seriously asked that?" Bobby asked her from the front seat with a teasing smile.

"It's a serious question!" Buck said in defence for Kasey.

"See at least someone gets it." Kasey pointed at Buck who grinned at her, happy that his best friend was back and not talking to the new guy.

"Because you both share the same idiotic brain." Laughed Chimney.

"The air nozzle is embedded in his ass cheek." The older employee told Bobby as they walked into the motor shop.

"How unfortunate." Muttered Kasey as she and Buck walked side to side. The reason for this was because Eddie was at first standing next to the girl until Buck came over, put his arm round Kasey's shoulder and directed her far away from Eddie as possible.

She was his best friend, not the new guy's.

"I shut it off, but I was afraid to move him."

"Okay, Hector, can you hear me?" Bobby asked the inflating man.

Buck and Kasey shared a look of widen eyes when they saw the state the man was in.

The inflated man raised his thumb indicating that he can hear them.

"All right, hang in there, buddy. All right, let's get him on his side." Instructed Bobby. Eddie, Kasey, Buck and Bobby all helped to put the man onto his side. "Maintain pressure on the wound." Hector screams in pain. "Okay. Easy, easy."

"It's a hundred pounds per square inch of air pumped through his entire body." Buck told the team as he read of the machine.

"Breathing's shallow, heart's racing." Hen listed as she listens to his lungs and heart through the stethoscope. "Air's filled his stomach," she lightly touched the blotted stomach before making it way to his chest, "his chest, even behind his eyelids. I'm more concerned about the space around his heart and lungs."

"Okay, Eddie you start a nasal cannula. Chimney get him some morphine." Instructed Bobby.

"I'm on it." Chimney placed the injection into the blotted arm of Hector's. "It's like trying to inject a needle into a stone."

"The pressure's pushing everything out." Eddie said as he struggled to put the nasal cannula into Hector's nose. "I can't even get air through the nostril."

"Jugular venous distention, tachycardia, hypotension, diminished breath, we're looking at tension pneumothorax."

"Could we pop him like a balloon?" Kasey asked which only received looks of confusion from her teammates. "Like when you pop a balloon you use a pen sometimes, so why can't we do something similar?"

Bobby waved his finger up and down at Kasey as he thought about it. "There is something like that. Buck, I need you to get a 14-gauage angiocath. We need to start decompressing the pleural cavity."

"All right, all right." Buck started to undo the man's shirt.

"Want me to help?" Eddie kindly offered.

"I got it." Buck replied stubbornly. First this new guy tries to steal his best friend and now his job? The audacity of the new guy is through the roof.

"Hang in there, Hector." Kasey said to comfort the swollen man.

"I'd go lower." Eddie told Buck as he hovered the needle by the man's heart.

"What? Um, no. Second intercostal space. Midclavicular line" Buck said in an obvious tone.

"The chest wall is thinner at the fifth intercostal at the anterior axillary line. There's a decreased chance of injuring any vital organs. I've – I've treated guys with collapsed lungs in combat.

"Do it." Urged Bobby.

Buck looked up to the girl who stood next to him. He knew he should take orders from Bobby as he's the captain. But it was more of an unconscious look as they both always do this, to see what the other person opinion on something was.

"Buck, please, just give the needle to Eddie." And with that Buck did what she said.

"Thank you." Eddie said as he went to do what he told everyone.

Buck looked up at Kasey like she betrayed him. "You know anything about this."

"I wasn't an Army Medic, Buck."

Inside Buck kind of wished that Kasey said something like "Duh," so he could rub it in Eddie's face, show him that they didn't need him. But she didn't know and that was something he couldn’t boast about.

"Can you help me out with the shirt?" And Buck did so after staring angrily at Eddie.

And Kasey watched Eddie with awe, she was still impressed that he knew that. But then she looked at Buck and saw his angry expression and her smile turned into a frown, and she gently placed her hand on his shoulder, and he leaned his head against it.

And with that the air escaped and the man started to deflate as he gasped air in and out.

"That's it Hector. Breath nice and slow."

The crew looked at one another and then back at Eddie whilst he stared at the man on the ground. Even Buck had to agree it was a good call to make.

"I mean, he swelled up." One of the employers described as they pushed Hector out on a gurney.

"How you doing, Hector?" Chimney asked and in response he got Hector passing out gas. "Pressure's got to go somewhere."

"It always does." Agreed Hen.

"Hey, new guy," Kasey called as she jogged up to Eddie, "that was a good shout to make."

"Thanks," Eddie blushed slightly at the compliment. "Your idea was good as well, need better explanation, but you're the reason we knew what to do."

"Yeah, that explanation sucked." Giggled Kasey as she and Eddie walked side to side. "But if all honesty I think you'll be a great member of the team."

But Eddie couldn't reply as Kasey was already being pushed away by Buck.

"So, Texas huh?" Buck asked with one arm thrown over Kasey, pulling her into his side, and he sped up so they were away from Eddie.

"Yep."

"And when am I going to meet the family of my favourite person?"

"When am I going to meet yours?"

"First of all you don't want to meet my parents. Second of all I have no clue about my sister."

"Hey, can I tell you something?" Kasey asked as she pulled Buck away from entering the fire engine, stopping the pair of them in their tracks, placing both of her hands on his arms to turn him around, feeling the weight across her shoulders disappear.

"Anything."

"Buck, your my best friend...but can you cut the new guy some slack?"

"What? Are you saying that you actually like this guy?"

"I've barely spoken to him because you keep on pushing me away from him when I try to introduce myself!"

"You should be thanking me!" He yelled as he climbed into the red vehicle.

"Thanking you? We could be the three musketeers!"

"So sister alert." Buck said over the phone.

"Hmm." Kasey hummed as she ate her Pot Noodle, phone tucked between her ear and shoulder as she ate her dinner whilst watching cartoons quietly on the TV.

"Who are you talking to?" Kasey heard a female voice as the hand that was holding the chopsticks froze.

"Is that-"

"That was my sister, Maddie." Buck breaths out, a small making it’s way onto his face at hearing Kasey’s reaction.

Kasey gasped, a smile making it’s way onto her face as she raised herself to tuck one of her legs under her.

"We were fricking talking about her earlier today."

"Freaky right."

"Is that Kasey Strand?" Maddie asked Buck as he held his phone to his ear.

"She knows my name." Kasey said happily. If this was a cartoon Buck could imagine her eyes to be shimmering with those animated sparkles in them, showing off the happiness the character embraced.

"The best friend?"

"Buck, you've been talking about me?" She teased before it drops when she came to some realisation. "Oh no, you've been talking about me?"

"Hey, hey, Maddie give me the phone back." She heard Buck say along with sounds of movement of fast footsteps and giggling.

"Is this really Kasey?" Maddie joyfully asked.

"Is this really Maddie?"

"You have no idea how much I want to meet you. Buck always talked about you in the letters he sent me, and he was talking a lot about you earlier."

"What did he say." Kasey muttered as she rubbed her face, dreading what he could have possible of said.

"So many amazing things. You mean a lot to him, you know?" Maddie bit her lip slightly. "But he did tell me something...the blueberry incident?"

"No." Groaned Kasey.

"It's cute." Maddie giggled over the phone.

"Shut up." Laughed Kasey.

"Umm...hello can I have my best friend back please? She's already been stolen enough from me already today." She heard Buck whine in the background.

"Ugh, not this again."

Kasey hopped down the stairs but came to a sudden halt at hearing a frustrated Buck yell out, "we're not broken up."

She slowly walked down the last few steps before making her way to the locker room, after giving a smile and a nod to Bobby when she noticed him standing by the stairs. She sat on the bench, looking through messages from TK about how he thinks he and dad will be okay in Texas, and without even knowing her lips tugged up into a smile, thankful to hear that TK is well, that her dad is well, that they are going to be alright.

"I don't think Buck likes me very much." A voice said from behind her that made her jump.

"Oh, it's just you, the new guy." She smiled at him, turning off her phone, patting the space on the bench next to her to motion him to sit down. "He just jealous."

"I didn't mean to make him feel like that. I just want everyone not to feel awkward with a new member."

"Buck will come around soon and as I said you are a great member for this team, newbie."

Eddie looked at her and smile before shaking his head with a chuckle as his eyes moved to the floor in front of him before moving back to her.

"You know, you don't have to call me new guy or newbie, right? I do have a name."

"You never told us what you wanted us to call you." Kasey reminded him with a smile.

Eddie looked into her green eyes, and he thought that they were the most beautiful colour ever. When she smiled his heartbeat against his chest harshly. He had to clear his throat before answering the girl.

"Just Eddie be alright. Unless you find another name to call me by."

"Eddie." She tested the name and Eddie has never heard his name be said so perfectly. His name came out as smooth as butter when she said it and he thought then and there that he never wanted anyone but her to say his name. "It is definitely better than new guy." She said his name a few more times and Eddie prayed to the stars that she wouldn't stop. "Edmundo."

Eddie froze slightly before a small smile appeared onto his face when he heard his full name fall from her pink lips. She said is perfectly too. He never liked his full name, not until Kasey said it.

"How you know that was my real name?"

"Lucky guess." Shrugged Kasey. "But I'll rather call you Eddie than Edmundo...to long of a name." Kasey brought her foot onto the bench as she untied her shoelace before tying it up again then doing the same to the other boot.

"You know, I think me, you and Buck could be really good friends. The troubling trio. The three musketeers." Kasey told Eddie.

Eddie shook his head slightly. "That defiantly won't be happening any time soon, not when all Buck gives me is angry glares."

"Once again he's jealous... that's why you can feel him angrily glaring at you right now as you talk to me whilst lifting weights." Kasey said, not once turning around, her eyes only trained on her boots in front of her. Eddie turned around and saw that Buck was indeed looking at him with murder in his eyes. "He's acting like a 5-year-old, not liking that his best friend is talking to someone else."

"Do you not think that he might like you?" Eddie asked as he turned around to look at the side of Kasey's face.

"Ew, gross." Kasey said in disgust. "That be practically incest. We see each other as siblings nothing more and nothing less. And beside I have a boyfriend."

Eddie nodded slightly as he felt his throat tighten slightly at the mention of her having a boyfriend.

"How long have you two been together?"

"Not long. Relationships with me honestly never last long. It always ends due to my faults, my mistakes, because I struggle with my emotions too much and they get offended because I never said I love you too them. I always warn them about how I don't think love is for me, and each time another guy leaves they just prove my point."

"Maybe you just haven't found the right person yet."

Kasey shrugged as she breathed deeply out as she stared out in front of her.

"What about you,” Kasey asks, swinging her legs around so they were on each side of the bench, her body now facing him. “Have you ever been in love?"

"Yeah, once, in a failed marriage. But recently I've been thinking that maybe what we had wasn't really it."

"Why you think that?"

"Well it was love, we loved each other, but it wasn’t the highest form of love…I think somewhere in us we knew what we had would never last forever…we always wanted different things and we just wasn’t right for one another."

He did love Shannon, of course he did, but everything that happened to them was quick. They were young when they got married and had his child. He's been questioning his old feelings for his ex since he met Kasey, because even if they've only spent small moments together, no one has ever made him feel so much in such a small amount of time.

And he never believed that quote from Big Fish was ever true until her. Until Kasey. Because every time he sees her it's like time has either slowed down or stopped. The whole world is moving a full speed whilst he's just stuck in the moment of admiring her.

“So she wasn’t the great love of your life? The person you fell for instantly and knew was the one?”

"At first I thought she was, but the longer we were together, the less I thought it.”

"So, you believe in love at first sight?"

And this question was what made Eddie stop to think. He knew he has a very strong attraction to Kasey the moment he saw her. But it wasn’t love, it couldn’t be love until you know the person, for him, Kasey was someone he gained the quickest of attractions for, something he never experienced before in his life.

"Not exactly." Eddie uttered to Kasey as if what he was about to say was a secret between the two. "I think you have to actually know someone to be able to love them. But I believe in attraction at first sight. A-And I believe when you meet the right person there's a click. I don't exactly believe in love at first sight, but I sure do believe in that click."

Kasey nodded.

"I guess it's true then, I've never been in love with someone before." Kasey said also in a quiet voice, keeping up with the quieter tone between her and Eddie.

"You will someday."

Coup De Foudre: Love at first sight.

But the crazy thing about love at first sight is that you don't ever really realise it, you say it's something else, when it's still love at first sight. Another crazy thing about love at first sight is that it also means you can see yourself loving this person. Love at first sight makes you catch a glimpse of your future, it your body's way of saying this is the person you will love the most. And that was the craziest thing about love at first sight.

The denial of it.

"Fire and Rescue. Hello." Bobby called out as he opened the door.

"Jeez, who leaves a door unlocked like this? Aren't they scared that an intruder would walk in?" Kasey said, looking behind with knitted brows at the stupidity of leaving a door unlocked.

"I'm back here. Help me." Charlie's muffled voice came from another room.

"Some kind of militia nut?" Buck voiced as he looked around the room.

"Back here." Charlie said again.

"Can't tell where that voice is coming from." Bobby said.

"Bobby asked him to say Marco and we'll yell out polo." Suggested Kasey, something Bobby shut down quickly with one simple pointed look.

"Back here." Charlie's muffled voice came behind the door they came up to.

"What's your name, sir?" Bobby asked as he rushed to the man whilst Buck and Kasey entered the room.

"Charlie." The man responded.

"All right, tell us what happened, Charlie." His leg was covered in blood, a piece of material was wrapped round the upper part of his leg, just above the wound.

"Damn grenade went off while I was taking it apart."

"Why are you taking apart a grenade?" Buck asked him whilst Kasey and Bobby checked out the wound.

"I was cleaning it. I'm a collector."

"No kidding." Kasey looked up at Charlie.

"You pulled the pin?"

"Oh, it ain't that kind of grenade. It's a 40-mike-mike.It's a-"

"-a practice round for an M203 grenade launcher." Kasey finished for him as her eyes stayed on the wound she was shining a touch at.

"You like this type of thing?" Charlie asked the girl, baffled that someone like her knew what she was talking about.

"I was in the military, so I know my stuff."

"I picked it up at a flea market in Brea, part of my 'Nam collection. My screwdriver must have touched the propelling charge. I..."

"All right, I see metal. A lot of shrapnel." Kasey interrupted.

"Femoral artery has been nicked." Bobby continued. "We got to get him transported now!" He told Buck and Kasey, whilst Charlie looked shocked at the news.

"I've got an adult male, age 65, with a large piece of shrapnel in his right thigh." Bobby spoke in his radio whilst Buck and Kasey pushed Charlie out towards the ambulance. "Femoral artery damage with profuse bleeding, ten minute out." He ended the radio call. "Buck, I want you to travel with him to the hospital, keep him stable."

"Copy that, Cap." Buck said in annoyance as he knew Eddie was in the ambulance. He shot Bobby and Kasey a look before climbing into the vehicle.

"Hey. You got to learn how to play nice. It's one team, Buck."

"Can't Kasey come with."

"Can't, no room." Kasey smiled teasingly at him.

"Hey, Nash, Strand, am I gonna be alright?" Charlie asked as he lifted his head up to see them.

"You're in good hands, Charlie." Kasey replied back reassuringly.

"But you might want to consider switching to collecting baseball cards after this."

"You know, I'm very glad that you two didn't kill each other in the ambulance last night." Kasey said to Eddie and Buck as she leaned against the wall, eating, whilst watching Eddie play with the pinball machine.

The group had just came back from one of their calls where a kid got his head trapped in a microwave and cement. His friends didn't care as they videoed the whole thing leading to Bobby stamping on it and throwing it into the water.

"Maybe you were right Kas." Buck smiled and rolled his eyes already knowing how his best friend would act.

"Of course I was right! When am I ever wrong."

"Remember that time where we had a call to save someone from a toli-"

"Can't I have my moment of victory?"

"What about G.I.?" Buck asked Eddie. "Like G.I. Joe. 'Hey G.I.' You know that's a great nickname."

"That's a terrible nickname." Kasey said bluntly before raising her crisp packet above her mouth to pour the crumbs into her mouth.

"Sounds like gastrointestinal." Hen said from the table she was sat at, doing the crossword.

"I don't know what that word means but I agree." Kasey said.

"Yeah, I don't think so." Laughed Eddie.

"I think calling Eddie, Eddie is just fine." Kasey told Buck who looked at her once again like she just betrayed him. "Plus Eddie is technically a nickname already."

"Kas, it isn't a cool nickname." Buck whined.

"Nor is Buck. But hey-ho."

"All right, everybody, listen up." Bobby called as he walked into the area the crew was at. "I've got announcement to make. I just got off the phone with the people from the calendar, and they have made their choice."

Eddie and Buck looked at each other before looking at Kasey who rolled her eyes at them before looking at Bobby.

"Well, no hard feelings, no matter who won." Buck told Eddie.

"I pray that neither of you win, it be too much for you egos to handle." Kasey said.

Bobby winked at the boys, with his hands on his hips, "That's good, Buck, cause they didn't pick you."

"Please." Kasey smiled widely at Buck.

"Well, it's obviously a fix." Buck stated. "No, congratulations anyway, G.I.!" He enthusiastically said, clapping in the process whilst Eddie and Kasey chuckled at him.

"They didn't pick him, either."

"Shut the front door!" Kasey said, her smile getting bigger and bigger as the seconds ticked by.

"No? You?" Buck asked as he pointed at Bobby.

"No." He turned to many on the countertops, eating celery. Chimney turned around to see if someone behind before realising Bobby meant him. "No way. You got to be kidding me."

"No. Congratulations, Chim."

"Yes Chim!" Cheered Kasey as she ran up to Chimney to give him a big hug.

"Or should I say Mr. April."

"Dammit!" Cursed Kasey. "That's not my birthday month."

"No way. Are you serious?" Chimney asked in disbelief Kasey unwrapped her arms from him.

"Chimney!" Buck cheered.

"You're a calendar boy, now." Bobby told him with a smile as he walked up to him.

"You serious?" Chimney asked again.

"Mr. April, buddy." Bobby high-fived him.

Then Eddie did, "30 days of Chimney."

Then Buck did, "Congratulations."

"You did it." Grinned Hen.

"Thank you."

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything." Athena said as she walked towards the group and Bobby instantly walked up to her.

"Umm...what's happening?" Kasey quietly asked Eddie and Buck.

"Hey. I'm sorry." Athena placed a comforting hand on Bobby's upper arm. And then just like that she pulled him down into a kiss.

Kasey's mouth fell open. "Oh...My...God..." She slowly said. "I've been trying to get them together since I joined the 118…well I stopped when I found out she was married…and then continued when...a-and look at them...their...their..." She waved her hand as she motioned towards Athena and Bobby.

"Kissing?" Eddie asked with a shit-eating grin as he looked at Kasey.

"What are you all looking at?" Bobby asked his team who all had different expressions.

"What the fuck do you think we're looking at!" Kasey asked, still in shock by what she just saw.

"There's no more announcements." He smiled at them, especially at Kasey, as he knew that she's been trying to get them together for years.

"Is that what he honestly just said to us after all of that." Kasey asked as she waved her hand at Bobby and Athena again.

"After all that kissing?" Eddie teasingly asked again as he looked at the girl who was sat on the countertop he was leaning against.

"Pay up." Hen said as she turned to the group.

But Eddie and Kasey wasn't listening as she was too busy gaping at Bobby and Athena whilst Eddie was too busy looking at her. When Athena, Bobby and the group started to walk away, Kasey finally turned to face Eddie who was smirking at her.

"Can you believe them?"

"Still don't believe in love?" He asked innocently.

"I-I guess I have to find the right person to click with." She stuttered as she looked at him.

Coup de foudre: Love at first sight.

It's something that has different opinions on. But as the two firefighters looked at each other and ignored the rest of the world. Eddie knew that she was the first person he ever felt that click with. And Kasey was rethinking all her decisions.

Coup de foudre: Love at first sight.

And for Eddie, that's exactly how it was with Kasey.

Austin, Texas

"So you're telling me there's two of you?" Judd asked as he looked at TK's phone, the team surrounding him, at the Strand's proudly showed off the youngest Strand.

"Yep." TK nodded proudly. "But in all fairness she's the more trouble one."

"TK." Owen chuckled at his son's statement.

TK laughed, gesturing with his hand towards the family picture on his phone, looking down at it before looking back at his dad in pure humorous shock.

"Dad, c'mon, you know it's true."

"Don't insult your sister when she isn't here to back herself up."

"She would agree with me."

"She's like really pretty." Marjan pointed out, reaching over TK to zoom into the picture slightly.

"Yeah, it must be a Strand thing to be so good-looking." Paul nodded in agreement, holding onto to Marjan shoulder to also take a closer look, sparing a glance up at the Strands before looking back down at the missing Strand.

Where does she live?" Marjan asked as she stared at the goofy picture of TK, Kasey, and Owen.

"LA, she's a firefighter for the LAFD."

"Yep, she become one started working there after serving in Afghanistan." Owen added to what TK told them.

"Wow...So it isn't just a Strand thing to be a good-looker but to be a firefighter too." Judd thought out loud.

"When can we meet her?" Mateo asked as he looked up at Owen and TK.

"Soon. You'll meet the trouble one soon."

"I knew it!" TK acclaimed. "You agree with me that she is trouble!"

"Just don't tell your sister." Owen utters with a grin.

A/N: Just to let you know Buck and Kasey are purely friends, they have and never will be attracted to one another, they see each other like brother and sister. They are both the definition of platonic soulmates.

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