#i'm only supposed to do 17 hours a week and that's all i signed up for! but literally like 90% of the weeks i'm scheduled in for or have

[katya-goncharov]

can't wait till i quit my job can't wait till i quit my job can't wait till i quit my job can't wait till i quit my job -

[heartandflowerball]

"Call it what you want"-Rivusa social media au(fake dating trope) - Chapter 17-

I put a link for the petition for the show in the chapter 13, please go sign it.

if you didn't already read the other chapters, click here, that will land you to the introduction that has links for all the chapters before this one and the tw

hello, I hope everyone is doing good. New chapter right here. Writing about these characters makes me so happy! Also, I wanted to post earlier this chapter but I was cutting my bangs. Anyways, enjoy this chapter<3

sorry if there is any grammar error, english is not my first language.

Real life pov:

A smile isn't something that's often on Riven's face. Sometimes he has a crooked smile, sometimes a mocking smile, but a real smile is rare. Yet for a few weeks Riven has only been smiling. And even more today as he heads to the girls' suite to see Musa. He knocks on the door and he hears a voice telling him to come in. He opens it and sees Terra sitting alone on the huge red couch in the girls' kind of living room.

"Hello."

"Hello Riven, I suppose you're coming to see Musa."

The boy nods but comes to sit next to Terra anyway. He rummages in his pocket and hands her a paper.

"What is that?" Asks the girl taking the small post-it.

"Kat's number, and her instagram."

Terra blushed as she opened the folded paper and read the numbers and letters on it: "Did you really ask her for me?"

"I promised you, didn't I?"

"I didn't think you were really going to do that."

He shrugs his shoulders and stands up: "Send her a message, she's waiting for that."

She gives him a thankful look as he heads for Musa's room. He knocks on the door again and this time it's a growl that tells him to come in. He smiled as he opened the door.

"Are you turning into a bear?" Riven asks wryly as he sees Musa lying face down in her bed and her head sinking into her pillow. Right next to her is her guitar. Riven smiles in front of the scene and closes the door. He comes to sit on the floor against her bed.

"What's happening?"

"I try to write a melody but it blocks, I can't, it annoys me."

She turns on her back and looks at the specialist: "Hi you."

"Hi."

A smile can be heard in the boy's voice. She leans her face towards him and gently presses her lips to his. He smiles into the kiss and Musa slowly pulls back after a few seconds.

"If that's how you say hello, I'm going to start loving your greetings."

She laughs softly and sits back on her bed. She picks up her guitar and tries to replay the chords she was playing before he arrived. The fairy does false notes again and anger starts to rise again in her. It was then that she felt a wave of comfort wash over her. She looks down and sees Riven smiling, petting the girl's kitten who has come to take refuge against him. She puts down her guitar and sits next to him. She lays her head on the specialist's shoulder and he puts his arm around her back to pull her against him. Musa stares into nothing, smiling at the pictures of her friends and her hanging on the wall.

"You'll manage to finish this piece I'm sure."Riven reassures her.

"I hope."

She closes her eyes, relaxing to the sound of her kitten purring under Riven's caresses.

"Musa, can I talk to you about something?"

The fairy sits up and nods her head.

"Tell me everything."

"You know about last night...we made romance-book confessions," Riven begins, "But I would like to know if...would you like us to date, for real this time?"

Musa watches him silently, considering the pros and cons. The pros are a lot more numerous and she already knows what it's like to date him. Her heart beats so hard thinking of the fact that she will be able to call Riven: "her boyfriend". For real this time.

"I would love for us to be each other's significant other."

The boy's neck and ears flush as he stares at the floor as she comes back to snuggle up to him.

"I have to go to class in 15 minutes." Riven tells her.

"I'm going in 1 hour, I can accompany you if you want."

"With pleasure Pixie."

She places a light kiss on his shoulder and gets up to go change in the bathroom. While waiting for her, the boy gets up and takes Musa's guitar. He goes to put it away in the place defined for and comes back to sit on the floor. It may be silly, but knowing that him and Musa are finally a couple creates such a pleasant feeling in Riven. The anger he feels quite often subsides, becoming a little quieter. Musa comes out of the bathroom and takes her bag: "Let's go?"

He nods and stands up.

Musa's pov:

Real life pov:

They are leaning against the platform as Silva watches them from a distance. A crooked smile appears on his face. Of course it happened, Riven and Musa. Silva has known this for a long time and as soon as the fairy leaves for her next lesson, he would go to the boy and tell him that, indeed, he was right all along.

Riven bends down slightly to plant a kiss on Musa's lips and she smile against him before stepping back, going to her the first class of her day. Riven is observing his teammates' technique when Silva comes next to him.

"Shut up, don't say anything."

The professor smiles hearing that Riven has predicted what he is going to say.

"I will say it."

"Do not say it."

Silva comes to stand in front of him: "I was right."

"And you said it." Responds Riven while going to get a sword.

"I was right, you told her the truth because you couldn't stand pretending anymore."

The specialist raises his eyebrows. "I hate it when you're right."

"You don't, you adore me and I'm the best possible father figure for you."

"Asking for compliment Saul?"

It's Sky asking the question, he just finished fighting Dane. Saul puts a hand on the shoulder of the two teenagers: "My two boys, I'm proud of you."

After that, he walk to two students who are about to hit each other to separate them.

"But what's happening to him? He's way too sentimental, it never happens to him." Sky request.

"I do not know." Riven replies with a smirk.

Musa's pov:

Real life pov:

The day passed quickly. Musa has spent the day running through the halls so as not to miss her classes. She is tired yet Bloom wants to organize one of her evenings with friends. Normally, these days are on Friday, but it's Tuesday and the redhead has way too much energy to spend on a Tuesday.

On Riven's side, tiredness is just as present. He is finishing putting away the training equipment when he feels someone jump on his back.

"Bea, get out or I'll knock you down."

The fairy bursts out laughing and gets off her friend's back.

"How lacking in gallantry, I would tell Musa."

The specialist gives her the middle finger and finishes tidying up. "What do you want?"

"The redhead is organizing an evening with  friend, you come with us."

"You are forcing me to go."

Beatrix gives him a light tap on the arm, laughing. "Listen to me Riven, there's no way I'm going to this party alone. I love Stella very much but there's no way I'm spending an entire evening alone with the scooby gang, all alone. Don't abandon me."

Riven listens, his arms crossed trying to keep the laughter from coming out of his mouth.

"I have to finish doing my homework, I'll come after."

Beatrix smirks at him: "Try to take Helia for Flora and...what, why are you looking at me like that?"

"You asked me to take Helia, for Flora, you are making friends." Riven replies with a smirk.

"No it's not true, I don't have a friend." challenges the fairy.

"Keep telling yourself maybe you'll believe it if you tell yourself enough."

Later,Riven, Sky and Helia stand outside the suite door as the blonde knocks. It's Bloom who opens the door and Sky comes to kiss her gently. Flora who is right next to the shoots: "Get out of the way."

She sees Helia smiling softly at her.

"Hey, what are you doing here?"

"Riven invited me."

She smiles  at him and opens the door wider to let him in.

Riven goes in the leaving room and looks for Musa. The fairy comes to him and wraps her arms around him.

"You came?"

"You called."

"Like an air of deja vu." She answers him laughing.

Musa's pov:

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[vbecker10]

I'm still alive... mostly! Lol

I'm sorry!! I've been completely offline this week except for posting part 3 of the Blind Date? and that was really rough to do on Monday.

Just to vent for a minute here... Between Monday and Friday I've worked 62.5 hours...

Tuesday was 17 and Wednesday was 14 so I'm pretty much dead at this point. My boss told me I had to sign off at 3:30pm today because I'm not supposed to do more then 10 hours of overtime and I did 22.5!

I'm going to be babysitting my nephew most of the weekend (not complaining about that, freaking love that little dude so much) but I won't really no on this weekend either because of it

Hopefully next week I'll be around way more and I can post again and catch up on everything I need to read! Miss all of you! 💚

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[thecrankiestofgremlins]

Aight imma go on a rant about employment law because that's what I'm studying and planning to put my career into. I should note this is UK law, however *some* of this shit is pretty universal. Also, obvious disclaimer, this isn't legal advice.

1. EMPLOYMENT LAW IS WRITTEN IN FAVOUR OF EMPLOYERS. THIS CAN MAKE THEM ARROGANT. UK employment law gives them a huge amount of leeway and is largely written in their favour, and they STILL regularly manage to go over the line to the point of absolute absurdity, to the point of accidentally creating beautifully complete evidence trails for employees to use in tribunal. Why do they do this? Because UK employment law is entirely enforced by individual employees and between the costs of a lawyer and the implied threat that if you take your employer to tribunal you'll never work in your field again (not universally true BTW), they assume they will never be taken to task for it. Employees are generally reluctant to take their employers to tribunal because of the above. What this means though, is if an employee *does* take them to tribunal, the evidence trail is usually extensive AS LONG AS the employee has taken steps to preserve it.

2. SAVE YOUR EMAILS. Any email sent to you by an employer regarding your employment in any way belongs to you. Send that shit to your personal email address, whether or not you think it's sketchy. For every employer. Keep your paper trail. You don't know when you might need it. This goes extra for things like performance reviews/flexible working/reasonable adjustment requests/etc.

3. NOT EVERYTHING IN YOUR CONTRACT IS ENFORCEABLE BY THE EMPLOYER. Employers *love* to stick exclusion clauses in or try to say that handbooks don't form part of your employment contract. They also like to do things like try to classify you as a self employed contractor when really, if you apply the relevant law, you are an employee and have the rights of an employee. Just because your contract says a thing doesn't mean it is the be all and end all. Think of it this way: if you only did what your employer required in writing in the contract, would they be pissed? If so, your contract is probably shit.

4. READ THE DAMN CONTRACT. Make sure you know the ins and outs of your job description, what's expected of you, your pay, overtime policy, where you're expected to work, etc. Just because you might not be able to negotiate it doesn't mean you shouldn't know what it says. This also goes for any employment handbooks. Know what the limits are, know what your hours are, know what your benefits are. Chances are good the employer will ask you to go above and beyond them, or try to pretend you don't have a contractual right to something when you absolutely do. Also, you *can* negotiate on more than you think. For example: employers are not allowed to make deductions from your pay beyond PAYE and National Insurance, UNLESS they have been contractually agreed beforehand. Check to see if they're trying to add a bunch of extra permitted deductions and *challenge* that shit if you feel able to. (My favourite is requiring supposed independent contractors to pay for a uniform. Highly unlikely that you're actually an independent contractor at that point plus fuck you if you want to control what I wear pay for it your damn self).

5. DO NOT OPT OUT OF NATIONAL WORKING TIME REGULATIONS. This is a pretty standard extra inclusion in most people's employment contracts in the UK. It shows up as an extra page of the contract with a separate signing line because they're not allowed to include that requirement as a contractual obligation (in most cases: the big exception is emergency workers) National Working Time Regs limit the amount of hours an employer can require from an adult (over 18) employee to 48 hrs on average, that average being taken over a period of 17 weeks. However, employees can opt out of this, hence the extra piece of paper. The employer cannot dock your salary/terminate your employment/treat you in any negative way if you do not sign this piece of paper. They include it with the contract so that people *assume* they have to sign it. If you're employed and have already signed it, you can opt back in by notifying your employer in writing. Generally this will mean a 3 month period before the regs apply to you again. But *do it*.

6. IF YOUR HOURS ARE VARIABLE, KEEP TRACK OF THEM INDEPENDENTLY. If you don't have a 9-5 contract, this applies to you. This is to make sure that if there's a dispute, you have a record that *you* made of those hours. Ya know, in case the employer decides to conveniently forget about them. I watched OXFORD UNIVERSITY try this shit in a tribunal and they got absolutely wasted because a) it was so obvious (they'd deleted hours spent on marking) and b) the employees had kept an independent record.

7. IF YOUR EMPLOYER DOES SOMETHING SHITTY, YOU HAVE 3 MONTHS FROM THE DATE OF THAT SHITTY THING TO SUE THEM FOR IT. It's one of the shortest time limits in UK law (remember when I said the law is written in employers' favour?), and that time is *only* paused when you involve ACAS (I'll explain ACAS in a sec) and the timer starts again once ACAS issues their certificate. It does NOT stop if you're trying to resolve the issue through internal grievance processes, and attempting to resolve the issue internally is not an acceptable argument if you're trying to extend that time (which you can, under specific circumstances, but try not to rely on that bc it's iffy at best) (yes you can also argue that there have been continuing acts but at that point you need to talk to a lawyer because there are specific rules around that too). There are. So many cases. That I've come across personally. That would be an absolute slam dunk EXCEPT they're out of time.

8. IF YOU WANT TO SUE YOUR EMPLOYER YOU HAVE TO GO THROUGH ACAS FIRST. Employment law is the only area of law where you are legally required to try to do mediation first. How much you engage with the mediation is up to you, however the more you do, the better it looks. Mediation does not mean you have to agree with the employer! It just means you get to ask them the questions you want to ask them in official channels. That said, if they roll over and give you what you want during these negotiations, you kind of have to take it: English law says that civil courts can only give you money as a remedy. As much as you might want to have your day in court, civil courts are legally only for getting money out of people, not primarily for the public administration of justice. Yes I hate this too. If you don't take it, the court won't like it and there is a potential that the court *could* award your employer their costs. ACAS can also give you help explaining how the process works etc. Make sure you contact them and start the process ASAP as soon as you decide the thing is worth suing over.

9. READ THE EQUALITY ACT 2010. There are 9 protected characteristics under UK law: age, disability, gender reassignment, marriage/civil partnership, pregnancy and maternity, race, religion or belief, sex, and sexual orientation. Broadly speaking, your employer cannot treat you negatively because of any of these characteristics. There are qualifications and limits to how far this goes, obviously, but broadly speaking, this is the case. I'll do another post later going into some of this in more detail because the topic is huge but taking a look at the sections that may apply to you is a good start.

10. NOT BEING ABLE TO AFFORD A LAWYER OUTRIGHT DOESN'T NECESSARILY MEAN YOURE OUT OF OPTIONS. First, you *can* represent yourself. It's not an option I'd suggest before you've exhausted all your other options but it is possible. The issue is that you probably don't speak legalese or have access to legal databases, but there is still research you can do on Google. Don't trust everything you read though. Law firm websites are a good place to start, as they tend to write decent articles on the basics of a given issue and they can point you towards some case law. You can also call Citizens Advice for a jumping off point. If you're representing yourself though, the only things you can really reference in court are a) legislation, b) case law, and c) practitioners texts. Remember, case law explains how legislation actually works: it doesn't apply to every situation you might think is covered by it.

Second, most solicitors firms offer free 15-30 minute consultations, where you go in, give them the basics of the situation, and they give you some advice and can signpost you to somewhere you can get more information. This can be really, really helpful and I'd suggest it even if you're planning on repping yourself.

Third, a lot of firms also offer something called a no-win-no-fee agreement, which is about what it says on the tin: if you don't win, you don't pay. Each firm will have different stipulations regarding these, so you should ask what these are. The problem though, is if the firm doesn't think you have a winnable case, they are unlikely take it on that basis (because that means they don't get paid and that's a lot of work not to get paid for). If you do win, they generally take a piece of your winnings as payment (so sometimes they won't do it because you're not claiming enough). It's not a guarantee, but IMHO it's a good option if you have a good case.

Last, there are the pro bono organisations. A lot of places will have a regional pro bono law clinic. These may or may not be able to take your case all the way to tribunal, but if not they should be able to refer you to an org that can. London and its immediate surrounding area has the Free Representation Unit, for example (your case has to be referred to them by another org, usually one of the clinics) but if they can take up your case, they can take it all the way to tribunal and even appeals. Since Legal Aid isn't a thing in employment law (except for discrimination), a lot of these organisations have an absolutely fucking massive caseload though, so there isn't a guarantee that they'll be able to take your case.

I'm sure I'll think of more to add to this later, but this is just the bare bones basic shit that *everyone* should know. A lot of cases don't get brought because people don't know that they a) have rights, b) they don't hold onto documents, c) they don't start the claim in time, or d) all of the above. Given that employment law is only enforceable by the individual, the only way to get employers to play by the rules more often is if people start enforcing it. It's a shit way to do it, but it's what we've got at the moment.

If people find this useful and would like this to be a regular thing, lmk.

[polyhexian]

Actually fuck it it's 1am and I'm ready to- well, not trauma dump, but I'm gonna be mad about shit that's not polite to talk about in public or whatever. Hi everyone welcome to my transformers shit post blog

Anyway. So most people are not aware I have siblings because I never talk about them and that's because I haven't willingly spoken to my sister in seven years because she's an abusive narcissist and out of her fucking mind violent. But that's not important I bitch about her lying about having fuckin lupus despite the fact it's already killed enough of our family as it is. My brother I talk about even less and you know why??? There's literally no way to talk about him with modern social politics without pissing someone off. My brother is six years younger than me, low functioning down's syndrome/autistic. He's 23 now, nonverbal. I changed diapers until I moved out of my parents house at 17. 24/7 supervision, radio ankle monitor for safety, blablabla. He's visibly disabled. You look at him and immediately know he's disabled so like. I can't even begin to tell you the amount of places I've been kicked out of with him

Every time I see people get into fucking identity politics about like "low/high functioning" hurting their feelings it makes my lip curl, and I know I'm irrationally mad about it but like. What else am I supposed to be? Chill? Did you know "disability" is only for people who weren't born disabled? You only get disability if you're able to work and lose that ability. If you were born disabled? Go fuck yourself. There's programs and whatever but they all fucking suck donkey shit. My family didn't get a cent from the government to help take care of a severely disabled child until he was fucking nine. My brother is deaf AND blind. Like. Come on.

And finally when we did it's still like. Fucking nothing. At one point it was like... I dunno, 600 a month plus some shit like boxes of useless bargain bin diapers? Most importantly we got a certain amount of hours from like a medical care facility. Like, special babysitters, essentially. Fifteen hours a week maybe. Like great thanks that's super helpful. I was scrubbing shit off the walls when I was twelve. Thanks for the fucking help. My brother is difficult and strong and can be occasionally violent when he doesn't get his way. We went through every goddamn care worker in town. I remember at 15, after my dad left, my mom was like. Too depressed to do shit and so it fell to me, terminally adultified child. And because my brother is so difficult the hourly pay for working with him was higher than other clients, so their workers were always super interested in working with him. But I'd answer the door and I'm a tired angry fifteen year old and I know they're going to know the second they look at him why he pays so well and that it's still not worth it to them. So I used to open the door and say hi, my parents aren't coming to meet you, I'm in charge and I know how to forge my mom's signature. I'm tired and I don't want to waste my time with a bullshit interview. Come in, meet him, and if you decide this isn't going to work within like five minutes, that's great, fine, I get it, whatever. I'll sign off on your sheet that you were here for the full hour, so you can just go home and get paid for coming and I don't have to play grown up pretend bullshit for an hour of my time. My mom HATED that I did this but like nine times out of ten they left after fifteen minutes. They weren't worth my fucking time.

Eventually we did legitimately. Straight up run out of people willing to work with him. The company didn't send us anyone new because there wasn't anyone and because we didn't use the fifteen hours a week we got for two weeks in a row the government cancelled his entire benefit system and put him back on the waiting list. The one he was on for nine years, remember? We had to sue them over it to try and keep from losing the little they gave us and the company was so fucking butthurt about it that they called cps on us. Childish bullshit.

I've been kicked out of restaurants and movie theatres and stores and fuckin. Roller rinks or arcades or whatever kinds of places exist because he's disabled and scary and a lot of work and loud and messy and people don't want him around. It makes me bitter and angry and venomous. You wouldn't even recognize me around him. I know I can be a bitch on the internet sometimes but irl I'm soft and timid a lot of the time. I don't like talking to strangers. But you drop me in a room with my brother and I turn into a snarling fucking animal and the second I sense disgust I'm going to make a fucking scene. I've yelled at people in restaurants. What the fuck are you staring at?? I'm so sorry, is my brother enjoying his meal disturbing you? Good thing I don't give a shit. I'll embarrass myself and everyone else in the room without giving a single shit. One time I literally stormed on stage during a high schools talent show for disabled students to scream at a teacher backstage. No subtlety. No politeness. I stood up and I climbed up on the stage and stormed through the curtain. I can't fucking control myself. The anger has built up over the decades and it spills out. How fucking dare you.

And what am I supposed to do with that? That's not inspirational. It's not polite. It's not a nice story. It's "I love my brother but he's incredibly difficult and the government and society as a whole has gone so far out of their way to make keeping him safe and happy extraordinarily difficult that I'm always ready to get in a fight over it with anyone who gives me an excuse." People don't like stories like that. I don't want custody of him when my parents die and every single qualified care facility and group home in the state has refused him because he's categorized as "dangerous" because he can be physically difficult. So he just gets completely abandoned by the world who says wow that sucks but tough shit. Maybe just die about it?

I literally can't post photos of me with my brother without people thinking I'm fucking like baiting or whatever the fuck, like, white knighting my disabled brother for sympathy. As if I'm not just memeing with my family or some shit. And then I can't complain or I'm an ableist. It's easier if I just shut up and don't talk about it, isn't it?

Internet disability politics doesn't and has never given a single rancid shit about low functioning disabled people. The absolute zero sum most at risk people in society. What am I supposed to do when my parents die? I literally cannot take care of him physically or financially and he can't leave the state without losing benefits. I don't live there anymore. I have to uproot everything and go home? Or what, turn him over to the state so he can deal with the, what, 65% chance of sexual abuse that happens to nonverbal low functioning disabled people? Be fed dog kibble and left to rot in a piss stained mattress for days? I've seen these places. He can't talk so they can do anything they want to him. No one is going to stick up for him. No one cares.

It boils my fucking blood just to think about. I don't want to hear any woke ass takes about functioning labels from someone on Twitter if they've never materially contributed to the well being of a low functioning disabled person in their fucking life. Those terms aren't for you asshole, they're for them, because they need more help and protection. Tired of trying to keep up with the politics and labels placed upon my family member by people with no stake in the suffering at the end of the stick they're poking him with. It's all so easy in theoreticals but what if "what happens to my brother if my parents die" is a question that's loomed over your head for a decade without an answer? I'll listen to your thoughts on the matter when you Paypal me ten dollars so I can send him some more scarves to stim with.

People hate messy uninspiring stories so they would rather you just shut up and stop reminding them about it. Literally I think if I still lived down there and one more restaurant manager asked me to leave I would fucking stab them

[stayarmytinyzenmoa-l]

The Warden's Notes [1011]

TW: Mentions of Murder, White Room Torture, Unsettling Themes, Broken Mirrors, Mentions of Suicide, Murder

Notes: IT'S BACKKKKK GUYS DID YA THINK I'D LEAVE THIS ONE OUT? Nope. You know me, I like my world building.

Recommended to Read this after [Chapter 2]

Word Count: 2.0K

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Summary: It’s only natural that the Warden would keep notes of his inmates. In order to track the mental states and happenings between the inmates, the previous Warden began monthly logs for all of his inmates, while Ten continued them after his untimely, but expected, death. However, upon the continuation of these notes, there appears to be a string of misfortune amongst all the logs. Another world-building side series to replace the character profiles. I would definitely recommend that you read these in the order I list them in! (These take the place of Character Profiles)

Disclaimer: Please remember that this is an AU and a work of fiction, obviously the idols mentioned/written about in this story would never partake in these actions. The idols mentioned in this work are meant to be seen more as face claims rather than the actual idols themselves.

[1011] - Qian Kun

Timeline: S-45

Crime: Murder of the 1st Degree, Opened Email from Future Correspondent Found.

Sentence Duration: 17 February 2721 - Lifetime

Cell: White Room (01 - 1011)

Specific Handling Instructions:

Keep away from sharp objects.

Don't enter his cell (Electrical Hazard).

Monthly Observations:

(2/18/2721) First impressions are important. Inmate 1011 entered his cell without retaliation, he is eating the meals we provide, overall civil. Very easy to work with, that’s good. The inmate before him was very problematic, this is a nice change of pace. Interesting how we had to use the White Room for him, though. Looking over his file now, looks like he killed someone, typical. But, this email, now that's interesting.

(3/1/2721) Inmate 1011 displays no signs of aggression. Actually, he’s rather pleasant to talk to. He’s a very curious fellow, I feel like I would've gotten along well with him if we met under different circumstances. It's always the one you least expect, I suppose. He's very cordial, he gets along well with the other inmates.

(4/2/2721) Jesus Christ, I take it back. 1011's a menace. We found 114 completely mutilated in the cafeteria, note to keep 1011 away from sharp objects. This was the first time 1011 was observed to interact with 114. According to staff, bless their souls, 1011 stopped after 114 died. Another day another body, I suppose, 114's been in here for a while anyway. In other news, another inmate, 111, was admitted today. A quick replacement. No signs of aggression between the two, but also no signs of camaraderie. Just, civility, which is both a good and bad thing, but also expected. They are strangers. I usually have to break up one too many fights in the Sector. I'm taking away 1011's free hours for a while.

(5/5/2721) Inmate 1011 has been observed to scratch at the walls. Surprising it took him this long to react to the White Room, usually, it only takes a couple of days, then again he did have frequent free hours until recently. I admire his resilience, it’s very telling of his character. I suppose it means he’s patient, which is a good and bad thing. Maybe I’m starting to understand why he killed someone in the first place, but at the same time I’m still surprised. Just who are you, Inmate 1011? What did 114 do to you? It's like a puzzle.

(6/7/2721) Inmate 1011 has been staring at the observational camera for a week now. According to our previous records, he hasn’t slept. Dispatching in medical professionals if his condition worsens. I’m worried, this can’t be safe for either him, the other inmates, or myself. He hasn't been out of his cell for the past two months, maybe I should give it back to him.

(7/8/2721) A couple of my inmates were transferred to Sector E, word of the murder finally traveled up to the Council, I guess. Inmate 1011 shows no signs of anger when speaking to the other inmates. It could just be an act, but I cannot rule out the possibility of it being real. Also very telling, I’m intrigued. I wish I wrote more in the previous posts. I made the choice to allow 1011 out of his cell this month, I hope I don't regret it.

(8/2/2721) We’ve added a mirror into the cell, at the request of Dr. Kim Kibum. Something about enrichment, or whatever. I can understand where he's coming from, I suppose. 1011 doesn't seem to mind it, at the very least. He hasn't done much aside from look at himself from time to time, but there's not much you could do otherwise.

(9/6/2721) Inmate shattered the mirror. We don't know why. He hasn't done anything with it since, except to request that we leave the shards in there. Pretty dark, I guess. Maybe he wants to do a puzzle or something, not much to do in that cell. I'm considering taking his hours away again, but Dr. Kim insisted against it. Besides, he hasn't been causing trouble with the other inmates at the very least. To add on to this, the electrical circuit blew out, the backup generators came on, but they can only power lights. Meaning none of the cameras are working. Great.

(10/15/2721) The cameras are working again, so I monitored everyone's cells. I decided to keep them in there until the electrical circuit was repaired for safety reasons. Needless to say, 1011's cell was... in disarray. The walls have been slashed, revealing the steel pipes underneath it. Well, looks like the White Room effect should decrease then. Inmate also figured out how to tear off the light fixtures, but no one from outside Sector V wants to come in and fix it. Looks like they're going to be like that for a while then. During this time, more of my inmates got transferred, less work for me. They're trying to specify the other Sectors, probably. Looks like I got all the murderers.

(11/5/2721) The Council decided that Sector V should be maxed out at six inmates, our seventh inmate killed himself, moonsight, poor thing, so we’ll leave it at that. It should be noted that Inmate 1011 spoke to him a number of times prior to expiration. Sometimes, I'm afraid that I don't know much of what goes on in my own Sector, and I've yet to figure out if that's a good or bad thing. For now, 1011 has been dropping by my office more often lately, he's not too bad to talk to.

(12/8/2721) Our psychiatrist quit last month, since then, the inmates have been going haywire. The nurses are keeping them at bay for now, following previous plans, but I'm not sure how long it will last. In context of 1011, White Room effect hasn’t worn off. No one from the outside wants to diagnose in person. This is troublesome, we were supposed to have relocated him before it got this bad, but none of the normal cells seem functional.

(1/1/2722) Inmate 1011 is in high spirits, very different to last month, he’s conversing with the other inmates well. Possible change in his condition? This is good, the suppressors are working. We got a new psychiatrist, thank god, Dr. Kim Doyoung. He's new, fresh, but he gets along with the inmates well. He and 1011 have productive sessions from what I've heard. In terms of the other inmates, however, there doesn’t seem to be any actual connection with them, it seems to be more of a Respect-Based relationship. Strangely enough... He asked me about (Y/N). When did I ever tell him about her? I don’t remember.

(2/27/2722) Well, the previous Warden died. Rest in Peace, Hyunjun So I’m the new one, talk about a big birthday present. Monthly observations? I guess Kun is fine, he tends to just sit around during free hours, though. He's easy to hold a conversation with, I had a bit of a talk with him earlier today. The others respect him, and it looks like he has been here the longest. I'm looking through his files and, aside from killing someone, he doesn't have too much things against him.

(3/4/2722) Kun’s not a bad person to talk to, I can’t believe he killed someone, or even planned to at that. Well, two now technically. I asked him about it and he changed the topic before I could get anything else out. There’s something about him I can’t place though, but he is a good listener. He keeps asking about (Y/N), though, I guess he would know of her since her dad was the last warden, but it’s weird. The way he talks about her is as if he knows her.

(4/2/2722) Welp, Kun was the victim to a poor April Fool's Prank, strange how Yangyang got the date right, I have a hard time enough as is keeping track without this pocket watch. Poor guy woke up with stark blue hair and how the hell Yangyang got it in, I have no clue, but based on the way I see Officer Suh chuckling every time they cross paths I can come up with some kind of theory. Kun doesn't seem to hate it, at least. Or maybe he's not reacting to it in front of me.

(5/4/2722) I had a conversation or interrogation as I should officially put it, with Kun. What he had to say was interesting, the way these timelines are structured and how fragile they are, if not for that email Kun would've been put in some normal prison somewhere else. His story is interesting though, the way he describes his partner, it feels so familiar. I can't put it, but Kun seems to know what I'm talking about. I think he thinks it's a joke.

(6/10/2722) Kun tells me to keep an eye on Dejun. Not really sure why, but it's a strange feeling I get. And, scarily enough, Kun keeps referencing past conversations we've had but I have no recollection of them, maybe it's just the wacko time going on in this damned Sector, but I'm getting patches in my memory. It's terrifying. Kun is catching on to it, I can tell. But, what I can't tell, is if he's concerned by it or if he's enjoying it.

(7/2/2722) Every day in this Sector I feel like I'm losing my damn mind. Kun and I were talking about it. It's strange how things just go missing and somehow show up right when we need them. Kun insists that he thinks the Sector has a mind of it's own, but I think that's just the lack of sleep talking. If not for Hyunjun's pocket watch, I'd lose sense of time altogether. Kun seems to have given up entirely on keeping time, and I don't blame him.

(8/5/2722) It was referenced in an older entry, but Kun really has some sort of hold over all the other inmates here. They listen to him, at least, more than they listen to me. As much as I probably shouldn't say it, I feel like if circumstances were different, Kun and I could've been friends, hell, he could've probably been a Warden.

(9/2/2722) I filed a request to move Kun to a different cell, that place is hardly livable at all, I have no idea how we've allowed him to stay there for that long. He doesn't mind it, he says, but those mirror shards have to be a hazard of some kind, if not those then the exposed wirings at least. I may be a Warden, and he may be a murderer, but hell I'm no monster. Huh, murderer. I always forget about the crimes these guys are in here for.

(10/10/2722) Kun's got this weird take on imprisonment. I know he's been in here the longest, that much is clear from this thick-ass file, but I can't tell if he's content with it or just ignoring it all. During free hours, he just hangs around the library now, sometimes he isn't even reading anything, he's just sitting there, not doing a single thing. It's kind of creepy. I should follow up on that appeal to move cells.

(11/5/2722) I really don't know how to go about this, Kun's been spouting nonsense every now and then. Something about strange dreams, or whatever. Says they're straight from his last timeline, they're like memories but they aren't, they feel more recent, more real.

(12/7/2722) Kun keeps telling me about what the other inmates are up to during free hours, and I know he’s telling the truth when I rewatch what happened on the cameras, but there’s got to be some underlying motive. What does he want from me? I know kissing ass when I see it, but I get this strange feeling that I shouldn't pry.

(1/3/2723) Kun's still telling me to keep a watchful eye on the inmates, even more than usual. But one in particular. Strange, strange, but Kun himself is rather strange too. I think Kun knows something I don’t.

(2/9/2723) I figured it out.

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Luminescent Moonlight

𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: nct dream x male reader 🥀🌹

𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 1862

𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: y/n sneaks out of the dorms every friday night. the dreamies notice and follow him only to find out that…

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀: degradation; swearing

𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 🌙

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Both hands on the clock point at 12 again, signaling Y/N’s departure from the NCT dorms. As their newest and youngest member, Y/N was thought of as the sweetest, purest, and on top of all, most respectable member of NCT. He graduated Neo High with honors, was friendly on campus and auditioned for SM only once, unlike the sea of trainees who had to audition for more than three times. Because of this, he was viewed as this innocent prince once SM told the boys that he would be joining NCT. But, just like any cliché scenario, none of them knew of what Y/N did in the dead of night, when the moonlight shone on the city and no one knew him, not even by his silhouette.

✦ 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 ✦

“Has anyone noticed Y/N during the weekends recently? He usually isn't sleeping on his bed when he’s supposed to be.” Shotaro asks, genuinely worried about him.

“He probably just goes to the comfort room and stays in there for the whole night or something, no biggie.” Jeno says sarcastically, shoving a mouthful of popcorn into his mouth as he blabs his mouth.

“Hm,” Jisung mumbles, skeptical of Y/N’s actions, “there is definitely something up with him.” Jisung wasn’t one to get jealous often but with the addition of Y/N into NCT, the beloved, innocent, has-never-committed-a-sin Y/N, the attention wasn’t on him anymore. He was a tad bit jealous, but he would never admit that out loud.

“So what do you wanna do about it then?” Jeno replies, still staring straight at the television playing Titanic, “Confront him about it? It’s not like he’s gonna budge. What are you gonna do then, force him to tell you? Huh?”

“Quit being an asshole Jen.” Jaemin slaps Jeno sitting beside him, a frown on his face.

“How about we just, you know, pretend to sleep and wait till he gets up and leaves, then follow him?” Sungchan suggests, equally as worried as Shotaro. Both the former and the latter know how hard it is to be new members of a group that has already debuted. So, they felt the need to let Y/N know that he didn’t have to keep leaving the dorms, for an escape or whatever.

“Then it’s decided,” Jeno speaks up, finally peeling his eyes off the television, “tonight, we find out what the fuck Y/N has been doing for the past 6 weeks.”

✦ 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨 𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙧 ✦

Y/N rises up from his bed, making extra effort not to make a noise. He grabs the hickory duffle bag from under his bed and unzips it to check if he’s had everything for his night out ready. He zips it back just seconds after and drapes it over his shoulder, getting ready to leave. He pulls his hoodie up and ties his black converses before opening the wooden door and leaving the Dream Dorms, oblivious to the boys’ plans.

Renjun, Jeno, Haechan, Jaemin, Chenle, Sungchan, Shotaro and Jisung are led from the warmth of their dorms into the cold autumn night as they follow the figure wearing a black hoodie in front of them. The 8 boys walk for what seems like hours, crossing street to street, going through alley to alley, main road to main road as they do nothing but stay in silence and tail the (H/C) boy in front of them. They don’t know how many neon signs they’ve passed by now, only noticing how red ones become more and more evident as they venture deeper into the city.

“I think we’re in the red light district.” Haechan blurts, being met with shushes from the 7 other boys he was with. This doesn’t go unnoticed by Y/N of course, who pauses and turns around, only to look at a dark, empty street behind him. Y/N furrows his brows, confused, as he resumes his amble towards his destination.

Hiding behind garbage bins, the 8 boys sit in disgust as they hide from Y/N, scared of being caught halfway through their stalking session. Haechan peeks his head out and speaks up once again, but this time quietly, “The coast is clear.” All 8 stand up synchronized, noses scrunched as they glare at Haechan.

“No shit sherlock,” Chenle whisper-shouts, hues of scarlet and crimson decorating his face, “it’s red everywhere! Of course we’re in the red light district!”

The others giggle as they stare at Chenle.

“No, you dumbass,” Haechan replies calmly, “a red light district is like a place full of clubs and.. you know…” He trails off as the other seven’s brows furrow.

“Let’s not jump into conclusions,” Sungchan cuts him off, remaining positive, “let’s just keep following him.”

They sneak behind Y/N once again, trying their best not to get caught. It was only a minute or two before they saw Y/N turn a corner. The 8 slowly creeped up on the opening of the alley, just in time to see Y/N enter a building with an indigo sign, which stood out in the sea of bright, neon red signs.

“You don’t think… he’s a…” Jaemin spoke up as all of them shared a glance. The eight of them stood in silence, too scared to speak up, under the illusion that Y/N may be a male stripper. That wouldn’t be a problem but he was… 17.

“Only one way to find out.”

♪♪♪♪...

The deafening music boomed from the speakers, resonating into the indigo aesthetic of the club. Contrary to the word, this side of the club was the opposite of aesthetic: sweaty bodies stuck together, giving the 8 boys an unsettling feeling. They had almost started contemplating on leaving the said club, but not before Jaemin spots a quiet section, free of the sweaty bodies grinding against each other. It wasn’t free of people, per se, as there were a few people making out here and there, but it definitely wasn’t as congested as the indigo dance floor they had previously stood on. They saw vacant seats at the bar and, just like anyone who had been walking and hiding for 30 minutes, took a seat. All 8 of them had their backs turned away from the bar as a familiar voice spoke up.

“What can I get for you?” Y/N asks, a smile forced on his face. Y/N’s blue velvet suit shimmers under the spinning disco ball, exhibiting various accents of blue. Azure, cobalt and lapis and sapphire compliment Y/N’s face as he looks down, glass in one hand and towel on the other, wiping. He’s wearing nothing but a blue velvet blazer as a top, chest out as if he was as the beach. The boys turn around, mouths agape and unable to speak. They lock eyes with Y/N when the latter looks up due to the long, uncomfortable silence, eyes wide open, his body frozen in shock.

Attempting to cover his exposed chest, Y/N drops the glass and immediately places his hands flat on his chest, the feeling of fear, embarrassment and surprise devouring him.

“Y/N what the fuck?” Jeno blows up, completely losing his self control, “What the fuck are you doing in this… this.. strip club? You’re sev-”

Y/N unsticks his palms from his chest and re-sticks it onto Jeno’s mouth, shushing the older. “Shhh. let’s…” he pans his eyes from left to right, staring into his hyung’s disappointed faces, “let’s talk outside. Wait for me.”

The boys head towards the exit as they pass by the cramped dance floor once again, the silver disco ball spinning endlessly above them. They exit the club, the chilly breeze of the autumn night slapping them on the face once again as they step out. They wait in silence, leaning on the wall, occasionally staring at the indigo sign above them. Just as Chenle was about to break the silence, the cushioned doors of the club open slowly, revealing a boy in a more decent outfit. Y/N steps out, head burning holes into the stone floor. As soon as the doors of the club seal shut, all 8 of them went into chaos.

“What the fuck?”

“Is this what you’ve been doing for the past 6 weeks?”

“What are you doing with your life?”

“I can’t believe you’re actually a fucking stripper. What made SM recruit a stripper?”

He let himself get scolded but got caught off guard when Jisung uttered those words. “Wait, stripper?” Y/N looks up from the now-molten floor, eyebrows furrowed, tears pricking the corner of his eyes, “I— how could you even call me that?”

“Don’t act like you didn't have your chest on display before we got there.” Jisung replies, disgust written on his face, “Is this really what you've been doing for the past month and a half? Whoring yourself out? I guess you love people’s attention on your body don’t you?”

The gates of the dam that had held his tears finally gave out, spilling endlessly as Y/N tried to find his words, “I— that’s just the uniform for us bartenders… I work in a club so… we’re required to—”

“Exactly Y/N!” Jaemin shouts, “You’re 17 for fucks sake, why the fuck are you working at a bar? You’re a fucking idol! You're going to be publicly announced as a new member next month! What if people start recognizing you, huh? Then what?”

“I-I’m sorry hyungs. I—” tears gushed from Y/N’s orbs, coating his face, “I just did this for money.” Disgusted looks turned to looks of confusion as the 8 boys stared at Y/N, puzzled.

“M-my mom is in the hospital, she’s dealing with stage iii breast cancer and,” Y/N says, shaking, unable to complete a sentence without stopping, “and my family couldn’t afford the hospital bills, and the company wasn’t paying me yet– and I– I couldn’t wait any longer so when I saw a poster one day, looking for a bartender, I applied and lied about my age. Hyungs I’m really sorry, I- I didn’t do it because- because I liked putting my body on display. To be honest I was really uncomfortable but– but I would do anything for my mom and—”

Y/N pauses as he feels a warmth envelope him, curing his heart’s hypothermia. “We’re sorry. You know we can always lend you a hand, right?” Jaemin says, regretting his thoughts. Renjun adds to the two boys hugging, then Shotaro, then Chenle, and soon enough, all 9 of them are one; all hugging it out in a giant fluff ball, in the aged alleyway under the moonlight.

“I’m sorry,” Jisung states, voice softer as ever, “for calling you that. And, I know your mom is strong, she’ll get through this.”

Y/N felt warmer, and suddenly, under the moonlight, all his worries and doubts vanished. Nothing was more calming than a hug from the 8 boys he loved the most. They stayed like that for as long as Y/N needed, the moonlight’s luminescence lingering in the air.

End.

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𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙚𝙙: 01.11.21

𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙚𝙙: 01.12.21

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🌅Found Peace In Your Violence 🌅

Dean Winchester x Castiel

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Moving to a new place for a new start was always hard for Castiel . He wasn't really a people person , not because he didn't like them . It was just that his " people skills " are " rusty " as he likes to say .

His mother and Father liked to adopt & foster until they divorced .

Father had gotten custody of everyone and got remarried to Becky , my mother used to call her the annoying , crazy ,bitch etc , etc . He wonders how she's doing , she wasn't quite the best mother but he still  remembers everyone that comes and goes from his life .

His family was weird , they weren't like other family's.  It always seemed to be a competition among each other . It even caused almost half his siblings to leave and never look back . Anna is probably living the craziest life with no rules . 

Balthazer is probably running a fashion line . Or maybe there all with Lucifer breaking the rules and rebelling to everything. Although he thinks Balthazar would have gone far away from those three . He was the one he miss the most .

Father doesn't like talking about them , maybe he doesn't cares . We were after all kids he took in his home to create a batallion of soldiers that's what Gabriel says all the time . It was now 9 members of the family that was left  .  His Father , Becky , their son Alfie , Michael the oldest , Gabriel the trickster,   Eileen Leahy his favorite sister , she was the last child to be recruited from the foster house . I was the youngest one from the rest of the herd .

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His Mother was the first to go , should he still call her that . Once the divorce papers was filed , Naomi packed her stuff and slammed the door shut . Castiel waited for her to come back that night . Hours went by but she never came back .

Anna soon left after , She had left in there middle of the night .

Father wasn't upset he just announced that we should move soon .

3 week before moving , dad and Raphael had a fight . Father faced him and gave him ultimatum,  it had seemed for a while everything was alright . But Lucifer had other plans ,he had managed to convince raph that he shouldn't listen to father .

The move was cancelled , and when Gabriel had started prank wars against everyone Father wasn't even there to ground him . Balthazar told his siblings that he would soon move out he was 18 after all . He talked about his dreams , plans and adventures . Michael and lucifer didn't sticked around to listen  only Gabriel,  Eileen,  and him .

He promised that every time he would go visit a different place he would bring back souvenirs . And once he was stabled they would take a family trip together .

In their last hug castiel didn't want to let go , something told him that he wasn't gonna see him anymore .

When he was  15 , standing near  the porch in front the house waiting for Balthazar to appear until father shouted his name . They had to get on the road to head to their new home . All he could do was hold Eileen and Gabriel's hand .

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 Everything was calm , other than the fear of not knowing if you were the next victim of Gabriel's prank list .

Eileen was teaching him to get better at sign language . Michael was going to college while Lucifer was only 17 but seemed no to be interested in school . Becky had Alfie.  Silence didn't exist in the household .

. And for once he had a friend , He was kinda surprised she stucked around.

Her name was Kelly Kline , she was in the debate team and a Straight A student . He met her through Eileen . He understood why they both got along . Both were strong minded girls and didn't let anybody tell them shit .

Kelly wanted to make a change and she wanted both Eileen and him to help her . And to this day he doesn't understand why the world took her away soon .

She was pretty , she had raven hair and had a kind smile . She taught him good things can come out of the bad things . She made him want to do things he normally wouldn't do .

So he honestly didn't understand what she saw in Lucifer. They would constantly bicker but yet  they were together . Eileen would just let him rant about bees because she preferred that instead of seeing him wallow .

Gabriel would often give him advice that would make her  be interested but it usually involve some porno Gabe once watched . And Castiel usually didn't know If he was kidding or not .

But then suddenly His brother and best friend broke up . Kelly wanted to go out and forget she ever dated an asshole . Lucky for her They were invited to a party .

He doesn't quite remember that much of that night .

" Are you sure you want to do this . I think we are extremely intoxicated and not in our right minds . And we might doing a mistake that we will regret , I'm not saying I regret making out with you cause your an amazing girl I have ever meet besides Eileen but that's different cause she's my sister and I don't think of her that way , And now I made this so awkward by bringing up m- "

A hand covering his mouth making him stop ranting . looking up to see her , and the fear he once had just vanished just by looking at her smile

" Castiel ! There are alot of regrets that I have done including that I ever got involve with that douchebag . I just want to make a choice that I know won't end up as a mistake . "

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That choice was inevitable to hide , not because both Kelly and castiel started a somewhat relationship . It was revealed on a Thursday that Kelly was pregnant .

Lucifer was never one take responsibility for his actions , so he told her to get rid of it .

" yeah I'm not planning to do some father bonding or give up my plans for a baby that might not even be mine . Hey you can't lie and deny that you haven't been jumping back and forth with Novak brothers . But wow really castiel , but look at the bright side you can dump all that responsibility to him . He will believe anything - ".

The sound of the slap that Kelly gave him echoed but it wasn't enough so she kneed him on the balls and lastly punched him .

" I hope you rot in hell , "

That was the last conversation she had with him when Eileen told her he had left the house .  

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Father never showed  how it affected him when his children left . But now that Lucifer left , he started to drink again and he looked sad .

He shook it off when it had been a week later . It  seemed a good time to mention someone pregnancy.  Father didn't think the same , he was quite mad , especially when it was revealed that they weren't sure who the father was . He remained calm afterwards when they all agreed it was 90 percent Lucifers .

Castiel was only 18 and now left with the mess of his own brother .

Once he graduated he stopped seeing Kelly for 5 months . Eileen would lecture him how he was being a bad friend , how he should be more supportive. He let 2 more months pass by and he couldn't help but ask Eileen how was Kelly doing .

That's how he end up in her room , Kelly was glowing . She had belly bump , He apologized for not being by her side , for letting their friendship tumble down the drain . She forgave him , discussing what they had missed . Avoiding the topic of the elephant of the room , until the baby kicked .

Castiel loved the baby already .

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They never really tackled in depth of truth of who was the father . Castiel didn't put mind into it , since he felt the baby move he doesn't know how to explain it . it was like epiphany , a connection. 

So he soon took the role , he read books , used the internet , asked some questions from Becky that rambled on and on but he still got information he needed .  In favor that he would learn and be ready when his baby would come . He helped Becky with Alfie  , at first it was hard but then it was fine

" your gonna be alright , you got this castiel . "

" I hope so . "

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It happened so fast , his mind was so confused one second he's in bed and then he's at the hospital . Every time she would scream of pain he felt bad . his hand was hurting from the way she was holding it .She  held a grimace from every contraction .

" It hurts so much , I don't think I can't do it . Ahhh baby you have to go easy on mommy . "

She screamed again of agony , she hold his hand tighter as if it would help from the pain .

" You can , your strong and soon we will be at home I'll be taking care of our baby while you rest and sleep . How does that sound ? "

" That sounds like the best idea "

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He feels like he failed , he could've done something or maybe done something different . He didn't think Kelly would leave him , she promised no to . He guess it wasn't a coincidence,  life seemed to take everything from him .

Today was supposed to be the happiest day in his life . Now he's holding onto his siblings , crying seemed it would help but the feeling wouldn't go away .

" Its gonna be alright cassie , it's gonna get better . "

He really hoped Gabe was right .

...

He was following the nurses that was leading him to his baby . He didn't even got to see his newborn , it just happened to fast .

The nurse open the door wide to let him pass , his hands were shaking waiting for her directions .

" Here they are , seems like they were waiting for dad to come see them . Congratulations Mr Novak and I'm sorry for you loss ."

stunned he couldn't answer , he had his eyes only for them . he heard the door close he assumed she left to give him privacy . Tears started to build up but of happiness. 

"  We're gonna be ok , I will do my best because your all I got . I love you so much , Mommy loved you so much but she had to go rest . I think she deserves it , how ironic how she always said there was an angel watching you over . Now you do , . "

Chuckling , as he wipes away his tears  trying to compose himself . Letting out a shaky breath he starts speaking again .

" I guess is time to give you a name , bear this in mind when the time comes be thankful I didn't give you a horrendous name . You in the other hand are lucky because Kelly had already picked out one for you  . "

Smiling as they both made a noise that seemed they were going along with him on the conversation. 

.... ..... .

" I'm so ready to meet my nephew !! , I'm so excited !!! "

" shhh  "        " shhhhhhh" 

                   "shh "      " Shhh "          "sHhhh"

It wasn't like Gabriel was screaming , sheesh these people sometimes , ready to respond he stays quiet when he sees his brother motioning his family to come closer .

" Say Hello to Jack and Claire Novak . "

.... ..... ..... ..... ... .....

His kids were his pride and young , he will admit he struggled at first but with the help of his siblings he catched on . They had already turned two , they were growing so fast . Both are so smart and beautiful .

Claire with her beautiful blue eyes and blonde hair that were in pigtails in the moment . She was a troublemaker but love her endlessly.  Jack is his small bee , he was tiny and adorable . The kid loves nougat , he blames it on Gabriel.  He also had blonde hair but he had golden eyes .

He wants the best for his kids , thats why  he was contemplating on Gabriel's plan to move .

Gabe was planning to open another bakery ,

since his last three was successful and was trying expand his work . Father was quite happy with Gabriel , he helped with everything he could do . As usual Gabe took advantage and stacked up on candy , his response was always with

 " he won't even notice , he has enough and more . So shut up and help me decided between those two , who am i kidding Im taking  both . " 

Eileen was going with Gabriel,  something about a fresh start . Michael was only going to keep an eye on his siblings  , Fathers orders . And his big brother isn't one to disobey  , he was gonna get paid for babysitting gabe . His study's are kept on hold until father says so .

Castiel didn't  know what to do . He was a highschool dropout , father of fraternal twins , relying with the money of his father and it wasn't like someone is waiting for him here .

Maybe this would do him good and for his kids .

Gabriel went full on screamed of joy that he had accepted,  screaming that they were gonna have a blast . Michael was boxing their stuff fully knowing the trickster of his brother wouldn't do it , he turns to look at the youngest giving him a pointed look .

..... ..... ..... ...

Gabriel was full on rambling of why he choose the location . He wanted a challenge and one of the many things he loves to do is

1: Himself

2:Candy

3: Pranks

4: proving Dad wrong

Once the trickster told his father his plans , he told him no . To him is practically a Yes , he wasn't planning getting him self involved , oh well  you gotta do what you gotta do .

Michael was pissed but hey he could just for once say no to dad . Eileen and Castiel and his nephew coming along was the best thing of the trip . He might even admit that he's kinda glad dad forced his big bro to come along .

The perks of having a wealthy father is that they had everything solved . Airplane . Check . Ride CHECK.  House check . Moving Truck . Check . Schelduing everything on the same date ...........

It wasn't his fault , who would in their right mind would leave him with all that responsibility.  They got to their flight , the ride into country , House was there and with their boxes surrounding it . Hey they got Michael might as well put use to his muscles .

..... .... ... ..... ....

" Only you would do this Gabriel , I don't know why I let you drag me into this "

" Look at the bright side , were surrounded with some hot cowboys " Eileen spoke and signed with a mischievous smirk .

" see cassie , even Eileen  not complaining , just relax . Take a deep breath and - Ok you grab that box and I will take the heavier one . "

Gabe said as to fool Michael they were helping but as the annoyed glared they were all receiving it was obviously the 3 younger siblings were just resting .

" Your doing well Michael keep up the good work "

They all burst out laughing when the oldest retorted with a angry 'Shut up ! '

" Maybe we should help " She said & signed to both of them .

" yeah , I'm gonna go check on the kids , they might wake up any --- . "

Turning around to see where the noise was coming from , he took in the sight of a sleek  black jaguar . Squinting to block the sun , he hears the person above signalling the horse to halt .

" I wasn't informed new people were moving in , Welcome . "

  Removing his stetson , he looks at them but his gaze fall onto the bluest eye he had ever seen and the cutest head tilt . Making his Voice huskier and putting on his best smile he asked .

" Dean Winchester .

              Need A Hand , Angel ? "

..... ...... . ... ...... ...... .....

[ladymazzy]

One year on: the BLM event that divided a Gloucestershire town

I'm beyond furious and exasperated with the perpetuation of the lie that racism is a thing of the past. This woman is only 25, and her recounting her experiences of going to school as a Black girl in the West Country only around a decade ago speaks volumes

Some highlights from the article. (CW for racism and White Fragility™️):

Growing up, Khady Gueye was one of just a handful of black pupils at her school in the Forest of Dean in Gloucestershire. By the time she was a teenager, she was desperate to fit in and conform. And so when her nickname became “Nigs” – short for the N-word – Gueye didn’t challenge it.

Here, in the rural west of England, where she had been fed racist stereotypes of black people her whole life, she didn’t want to be labelled “the angry black girl” or the self-pitying minority who “couldn’t take a joke” or what was considered a “bit of light banter”.

And so it was, that on the last day of school where it is tradition for year 11s to scrawl goodbye messages on one another’s school shirts, Gueye took home a shirt covered with the N-word in giant block capital letters across the front. “Gonna Miss You Nigs” was written on the back next to jokes about golliwogs and messages of good luck.

Gueye was supposed to consider it an affectionate send-off; it was written by her own friends. It was 2012, the year Britain proudly celebrated its optimistic and diverse Olympic Games opening ceremony, or as Conservative MP Aidan Burley would call it, “multicultural crap”.

“I became complicit in allowing it to continue, by being ‘Ha ha! Good joke guys,’” says Gueye, flatly. “But when you grow up in an area that is so predominantly white and are already made to feel different, you just do your best to fit in. The ideal is don’t call out racism. Let it slide. You become so accustomed to it, it becomes your norm.”

Now 25 and on the verge of finishing her English degree at Manchester University, Gueye has become a local community organiser and is more visible than ever in the town where she was born and grew up.

“I don’t want my daughter to grow up with the same experience I did,” she says emphatically, over lunch at her local pub. “This is my home and it’s a lovely area to bring up a family in. I want my daughter to have a life where she is celebrated for who she is, not feel attacked or unwelcome because of her skin colour.”

But Gueye’s attempts to hold a small “celebration of BAME (black, Asian and minority ethnic) culture” sparked a furious backlash that, one year on, still reverberates throughout the small Gloucestershire town of Lydney.

...an online petition was set up to stop the event going ahead on the grounds that it was unsafe and high risk in the middle of a pandemic. Organiser Natasha Saunders wrote: “A mass gathering is a slap in the face to people who have been tirelessly shielding themselves, the elderly and loved ones from this virus.”

Anger, tension and outright abuse boiled over online as a counter-petition to support the event was organised. It got twice the number of signatures, leading Saunders to say that hers was more valid by claiming “90% of [signatories] are from Lydney, can you say yours was?” Later, she would make Eldridge-Tull gasp by posting: “He couldn’t breathe, now we can’t speak”, in a reference to Floyd’s murder by a police officer.

“We’re a happy community, we don’t really have an issue with racism,” said one middle-aged man, who didn’t want his name published, as he nursed a pint outside a local pub. “Outsiders bring their problems, but there’s not a lot of them here,” he said, echoing in politer terms a point that was made repeatedly to the Observer last week.

Last year, Gueye and Eldridge-Tull spent hours patiently replying to comments online in an attempt to explain the event and reassure people about it, but still received threats. Hundreds of screenshots of the abuse have been shared with the Observer. A typical missive read: “Fuck off. Not everyone agrees with black lives. I can’t say what I want on here coz I’ll be reported for racism. But I would bring back black slavery.” Gueye was repeatedly told to go back to where she came from if she didn’t like it and that she would be responsible for bringing harm to Lydney residents.

The pair’s standard response to those with genuine concerns about mass gatherings in a health pandemic, during a lockdown, was to keep explaining that social distancing was being strictly adhered to – two-metre grids were hand-chalked by Gueye and Eldridge-Tull on the site – and that PPE was being provided to anyone who didn’t have any.

“I think it speaks volumes that BAME people are still willing to protest for their human rights even though they are disproportionately affected by the pandemic,” wrote Gueye. “Maybe this should highlight the severity of the inequality in our society”.

....

When asked if she [deputy mayor, Tess Tremlett] accepted there were a lot of racist aspects to the abuse the organisers had endured, Tremlett replied: “I think some of the comments coming from supporters of the event were actually racist in themselves. They were called ‘white trash’, they were called Nazis and all sorts.”

But as anti-racist activists have spent the last year explaining, racism isn’t simply prejudice based on how one looks, but a system...[based] around a specific set of ideas – in this case, racist ones.

It is useful to explain why it is possible for white people to experience individual prejudice and unpleasant behaviour simply based on the colour of their skin but why it is inaccurate to call that “racism”. Being white does not mean one is more likely to be criminalised by the police, or that one is more likely to work in lower-paid frontline work or that one is more likely to be exposed to and die of Covid as a result.

In Gloucestershire, for instance, police statistics show that being black means you are nine times more likely to be stopped and searched by the police than you would if you were white.

The numbers are blankly disproportionate; there are just over 5,000 black people resident in the county compared with 570,000 white people. Last year, Gloucestershire council published evidence that jobseekers from minority ethnic groups had to send an average of 60% more applications to receive the same level of interest as white candidates. It’s not a conversation that Lydney, like much of the country, appears to have much interest in yet.

Tremlett, who has two decades of experience working in community engagement, explained that her sole reason for opposing the event was to be lawful. “Racism is the biggest insult anyone can say to me and I was called a racist by Khady’s team, whoever they are.” Was being called a racist worse than the actual racism that Gueye was continually facing in her everyday life? At this, Tremlett began to cry.

”You don’t understand,” she said, explaining that her daughter had been to three Indian weddings, that her builder was black, and that she had run an equalities panel for years as a councillor. Her experience – being called a racist, being abused online – when she felt she was doing the right thing, understandably made her defensive and upset. But it’s a difficult position for Gueye and Eldridge-Tull to deal with. Especially as she described Gueye as “aggressive and confrontational”.

Last year, Tremlett took the matter of the Forest of Dean’s BLM movement to local Conservative MP Mark Harper, who raised the matter in the House of Commons.

On 17 June, Harper, who may be best known as the immigration minister responsible for sending vans encouraging illegal immigrants to “go home” around parts of London, appeared to encourage an online pile-on against Eldridge-Tull, who had a tenth of his 30,000 followers, and demanded she apologise to the local community for tweeting: “The reaction to the BLM protest in Lydney has brought to light so much support, but so much hate. I love where I live, but I’m ashamed of my neighbours, and ashamed to be part of a community that has so widely endorsed and exacerbated racial hatred.”

....

When Gueye posted a picture of her school-leaver’s shirt on Instagram last year, one of her schoolfriends wrote that it was outrageous, and that she was impressed with everything Gueye was doing. “I was really happy she felt that but it was awkward,” says Gueye. “I messaged her back to say that she was one of the people who wrote those messages.” An embarrassed silence followed, but Gueye is hopeful and optimistic. “It’s still a positive sign.”

[t4a2t4s2u5y6a4]

Your MLDD boys life in AU with medieval setting. Let's enjoy~

#MrLoveDreamDate #fanfic #MidYearContest #AU

Why Is Everyone So Noisy?

Knock knock.

"My Lady, are you awake yet?"

What? It's already morning? Sigh. I should stop reading romance novel until midnight.

"My Lady, may I come?"

"Yes. I'm awake."

Ah. My eyes hurt. Did I overslept while reading book? No wonder my body is chilly since I'm not using my blanket properly.

"Oh my, are you reading until midnight again?"

"Shhh! Anna, keep your voice down. If dad found out he will yell at me again."

"You know that Duke is someone like that but you still dare to provoke him. I don't know if you're just a brave lady or simply an air headed."

I know that my dad is a scary person among nobility. Even The Royals don't dare to mess up with him. But still, live as a caged young lady like this isn't my style at all.

"My Lady, what time you sleep last night?"

"I don't really remember. What's wrong?"

"Not only your eyes are red, but your eyes also swollen. Your face looks so pale too"

"WHAAAAT?"

Drap drap.

No no no. Don't tell me...

Crap! Who is this horrible girl in the mirror? Is this really me? This is bad. If my dad found out he will start lecture me for hours!

"Aaaaaa. Anna, what should I do?"

"First you should wash your face. I will come back with cold water and towel. Also I will bring some camomile tea and breakfast."

"Anna, you're my angel!"

***

After wash my face and relax my body, now my face looks more like a human. What a beautiful life I have here.

Or not.

Braaaaakkkkk!!!

"MY LADY!! WE'RE IN TROUBLE NOW!!"

"Kiki, how can you act like that in front of your mistress? And don't be so harsh with the door."

"It's not the time to chit chat. Anna, you should dress up My Lady now. The Royals will come to our mansion!"

Give me some rest QwQ.

***

Just one line and everything start in hurry. Our mansion become so bussy since this morning because everyone rushed every preparation. In other room, Anna and Willow dolled me from head to toe. Just why The Royals come today.

"Willow, you're serving my dad this morning right? Aren't he supposed in the mine field now? Why The Royals suddenly come?"

"Sigh. That's something I want to know too. Our butler, Mr. Milles receive a letter from capital and told us that The Royals will come to have lunch with you and then like what you can see. Everyone is bussy like bees now."

"Me? Not my dad?"

"Yes. The letter said The Royals want to have lunch with you."

Did The Royals forgot what happened the last time they come without my dad knowledge? Are they bored enough and don't value their life to come here?

***

Time sure flies so fast. Just a while ago I wake up and now I should stand in front of my mansion door to greet our estimate guest.

Klotak klotak.

Oh, here they are. A dazzling carriage with royal knights in the left and right. Can they come more quietly? Why they always bring so many people here. 50 knights are too much.

Clack. Sound of carriage door open.

"Ah, Miss Chips~ Long time no see~"

A guy with blonde hair and blue eyes run over me with his warm smile. He open his arms wide like want to catch something.

"Kiro, stop that. Mind your behaviour in front of everyone."

"Then I can do it later in the private room?"

"That's not what I mean."

Another guy with brown hair and eyes grabbed blonde guy's collar while his another hand is in his waist.

"Thank you for visiting our mansion, your highnesses, Prince Gavin and Prince Kiro. It's been a while since the last time we meet."

"Ah..um. Yeah."

"What is that, Gavin? Why your face become red so suddenly?"

"Cough. It's the weather. We are on carriage for so long and it's so hot outside."

Someone from behind Gavin's back appeared and grab his shoulder.

"Well well. It can't be helped since our beloved Prince Gavin is so shy. Hoho~"

"Why are you also here Minor?"

"You won't stay for a hour if I'm not come along, your highness. Please let me help you. (whisper) Don't forget that I'm your cupid."

"Wha-?? Ehem. It seem you lack of works recently. I will give you more when we come back."

"Noooooo. Please spare me your highness!"

I'm so tired waiting for them in front of the door and when they will come in? My legs become numb since a long time ago. Can they continue their conversation when they're already in?

***

Now we are on the guest room and enjoy some tea with snacks. Ah, finally I can breath.

"Now now, Miss Chips. When will you spare your time for me? Since it's almost fall season I think scenery near the lake will be beautiful. How about we have a date there?"

Let me introduce them. He is the second prince, Kiro. He is so bright. Not only his face but also his personality. He is very populer among commoner as The Light of Loveland Kingdom.

"You will be a dead meat when you step out your feet with My Lady, don't you know?"

This serious face man is the first prince and Loveland Kingdom's crown prince, Gavin. He is a sword master and rumored as a cruel person. But actually he is kind and shy. People was misunderstood him because of his action and expression.

"You mean in the Duke hand or in your hand, your highness?"

"You're not allowed to talk here. If you need some friends to talk you can talk with the maids over there."

"How mean of you, your highness~"

And the last is Gavin attendant and his right hand man. Minor. I heard they are childhood friend. No wonder they are so close.

"So Miss Chips. How about my propose (date propose)?"

"Well, I should think about that again. I..."

BRAAAAKKK!!

Ah. It's a nightmare. Devil just come to this room. I can tell it from the sound of the door. RIP the door. May God bless you.

"Propose? I never hear a funny joke like this in my entire life."

Yes. That's my dad. The hellish duke. At your service.

"Ah, Duke Victor. It's not like what you think."

"Ho. You know what am I thinking? Let me hear then."

Minor, I apreciate your loyalty to your master but you should stop it right here. I don't want to see any bloodshet in front of my eyes.

"Don't be so furious, father in law. You make them scared."

This voice. Don't tell me.

"Who is your father in law?"

"Lucien? You're also here?"

"Yes, My Lady. How can I miss an interesting event like this, right?"

"Don't! Ignore! Me!"

Duke Victor is my dad. He is called as 'Hellish Duke from The North' by people in capital. Just one word from him and everyone will silent. But I think that not work sometime.

"Duke, your face have more wrinkles than usual. Look at me and give us more smile ^^"

"Asdfghjkl!!!!!"

Lucien is my dad co-worker. A young and brilliant nobel. Our family is a business partner since generations ago.

"How have you been this last days, My Lady? I miss you so much."

Chuuu~

My bad, I forgot to put the word 'sly' in Lucien introduction. No one dare to come close to me, not even mention kiss my palm except him.

"YOU!!!"

"Duke, this is a costume. I just pay my respect to My Lady. Or did you think anything else? ^^"

His sly face is beyond your imagination. You can't tell what Lucien is really thinking.

"Stop with your nonsense and release my daughter hand right now. You fox!"

"Hm. It's too bad that your scary dad is here. We can continue it when we're alone, right My Lady?"

"Errr. I think it will be difficult."

"My Lady, are you worried about me? It's okay. If he value his business then he shouldn't do anything to me. At least now."

"I regret sign a contract with someone like you."

"Fufu~ Like what I said before. If you terminate our contract then you should give your most beloved to me as a compensation. I hope you not forget about it."

"You fox. Don't come any closer to my daughter!"

"It's okay anyway. We can still be together even if you not terminate our contract. Right, father in law?"

"SAY THAT AGAIN IF YOU DARE!!"

Again. Lucien and my dad just play run and chase while using me as their wall. Are they still in kindergarten or what?

"Miss Chips! What did Lucien mean by that? Are you going to marry him? No waaay..."

Kiro, please. It will be a miracle if I can go out my mansion,.don't even mention anout marriage. I don't think I can marry in my entire life.

"Your highness are you okay? Hang in there bro! Gavin? Hello? Don't stand like that you make me scared."

Poor Minor. He is swaying his hand toward Gavin many times but it seem Gavin has lost in his own thought. At least Gavin not noisy like the other. But is he okay? He is standing like a rock for a while until now.

"How can you marry someone else. How about our promise when we are kid, Miss Chips?"

"Gavin? Bro? Breath! Don't die! Broooo!!"

"...."

"We can live together. 3 of us in my mansion. I will prepare the master room for you beside my room and My Lady so you won't be alone, Duke."

"I should sold my soul to demon instead to fallen angel like you."

Did everyone forget our purpose gathering here today? To be honest I'm hungry. I mean I need more than enough energy to play with these people.

"Anna. How is the preparation for lunch?"

"It's already finished. But My Lady, you should do something about them first."

"Like I ever success do that. Can anyone replace me and stand here? I'm done with this."

That was my daily life. A caged nobel lady who has super protective dad because I always surrounded by noisy handsome men.

Murmuring "Should I accept proposal from neighbooring prince we get last week?"

"NO WAY!!"

What? They can hear me? Did my voice come out? Sometimes these 4 people can be in harmony too, huh?

***

[My Lady, if you want to live a free life please give me your hand in marriage. I will ensure no one will disturb us here.

From your secret admirer.

Horseman♡]

========================================

Omake

17 years ago, at the Duke Victor household.

"I want to marry daddy when I grow up!"

"Why you want to marry me?"

"Because daddy is so handsome, smart and rich!"

"Dummy. You can't marry your dad. If you grow up later you should look to someone worth like me. Although I guess you can't find a better man than me."

***

Present day, at the garden.

"My Lady, I heard you like someone who is handsome, smart and rich?"

"Where did you heard something like that, Lucien?"

"It just a coincidence. Although I'm from a marquessate household, actually I'm richer than you father. You know when your family in the blink of bankruptcy 10 years ago our family make an agreement that...."

Bonk.

"Ow. It's hurt. Who is that throwing book to someone else head?"

"LU-CI-EN!!"

"Oh, Duke. How are you? ^^"

"GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU FOX!"

===================fine=================

[chenles-moonpies]

Mission, failed

• An nct mafia au, chapter 1

• 2k words

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"You go to china, find the boy, bring him back. Plain and simple."

"Plain and simple my ass. Does he know how many people are here!?" Winwin cursed as he looked around the corner from a fight they were observing. Taeyong, leader of his gang NCT, had sent him and Yuta on a mission to track down someone that fancied his eye. Normally Winwin did an exceptional job at spy work, but being paired with Yuta lately has had it’s consequences. "Also why am I with you?” Winwin complained,  “You don't speak a lick of Chinese and always mess up important details." The two had been paired together recently after Yuta begged a reluctant Taeyong to do so for weeks without consulting Winwin. He agreed eventually, “Fine. but I'm not sending you in the private jet when you go to China. Just Business class.” He had told Yuta.

"I'm offended. You know the rules! No solo missions." Yuta reminded his friend, "Unless you're in-"

"What's going on over there?" Cheers, or rather yells, were piercing the air around them. Citizens flocked to the middle of the bustling shopping roads where a fight broke out. Winwin and Yuta looked at each other before racing over to see as well. 

"I think that's the one." Yuta whispered. The crowd was rather large so it was a bit difficult to see, however Taeyongs words echoed loosely in his mind. "Short hair, gets in fights, Winwin I think we're done!" Yuta smiled brightly at the taller male. His response was a bit delayed. Could it really be him? Wasn't he a bit… small? 

"You IDIOTS!" Taeyong yelled, hands banging down on his desk. "I told you exactly what he looks like and what do you do? Bring me someone not any bigger than a Dream member!?" 

The man scoffed, "I'm not that small-?"

"Look, you want us to do well? Stop sending me with him!" Winwin fought back, pointing back to his partner. Yuta's face grew rather disgusted, if not disappointed. "What do you mean?" He questioned. "You always mess around and distract me." Winwin huffed. 

"Then stop getting distracted. It's not hard!" Taeyong bellowed. The room grew quiet until the tied up boy spoke, “You guys seem tense. Maybe you should take a bath or something, some tea might help, maybe some Vodka-”

“Shut up!” Taeyong shouted, cutting him off. The four men stood in Taeyong’s office for a moment, unsure of what to do. “I’m sorry, sir. Should we bring him back to China?” Winwin spoke sheepishly, suddenly aware that he should probably just comply with his boss.

“Are you insane or did you break into the drug stash on floor 15? We can’t let him go now. Leave him with me,” Taeyong sat down onto his chair and spun to face his back to the other three men, “I’ll talk to him.” Winwin and Yuta promptly left while bickering quietly. The door shut quietly with a click. “Ok, let's get to it,” Taeyong pulled up a pen and paper, “Name, date of birth, nationality, family and blood type please.” The man shuffled out of the ties restricting him, 

“People call me Ten. I was born 27th of February 1996, I have a mother and father and sister and I don’t know my blood type.”

“Whatever, we’ll just get someone in to test you. You didn't tell me your nationality.”

“Well i’m not Chinese as you thought.” 

“I didn't ask where you aren’t from, I asked where you are fr-”

“Why do you need to know, huh?” 

Taeyong stared at Ten with sharp fury. But that was only the exterior he showed. Inside he was shocked. No one had ever interrupted him like that. 16 members prior to Ten and it hasn't happened once. And that wasn't even the ones he had to “dismiss”

“Just tell me where you're from, pretty boy.”

Ten looked around at the pointings that hung around Taeyong’s office, “Is this you? Who painted it? Their brush technique is very… unique.”

“I Think you’d better sit down and tell me where you’re from before we have a problem.” Taeyong spoke through gritted teeth

“Thailand.”

“Was that so hard?” Taeyong pulled some papers from his desk, “Sit down, Ten.”

“Fine,” he responded, “But I'm sitting because I want to. Not because you told me to.” 

Taeyong slid a thin pile of papers across his desk and into the other man’s lap. 

“I’m not reading all that.” Ten said, picking up the pile.

“Don’t worry, I'll give you the summary.” He sat back in his chair, “This is the NCT X Building. Its headquarters for the NCT gang. I prefer the term mafia but… to each their own.”

“Oh, shit ok.” Ten pulled out a pair of glasses from a pocket in his silk shirt.

“Long story short my father founded the mafia and I took over after the incident. I never liked the way he ran it so i changed a lot of things. So if you ever think I'm treating you unfairly i’ll remind you he was incomprehensibly worse.”

“So you’re recruiting me?” 

“Call it what you want, you’re lucky I didn't just kill you.”

“Fair enough.” 

“You’ll get to meet the other members soon but essentially there are two sections: 127 and Dream. 127 handles korean affairs, mainly based in Seoul. Dream…” Taeyong paused to laugh, “Honestly it's more of an experiment than anything and the only reason I'm maintaining it is because they’re good kids and you can't exactly leave this organisations unless you leave in a hearse.”

Hang on, did you say ‘kids’?” 

“Yes, they're all pretty young. The youngest is 17 though so don't worry they aren’t too young. Anyway Dream only really handles very minor affairs but they've been doing well.”

“Jesus, you’re not gonna put me with them, are you?” 

Taeyong laughed, “You should be so lucky. You’ll probably get put into 127 but for now you’re a trainee. Sign here.”

Taeyong presented ten with a black piece of paper with a light grey print and a white signature line. “That's some shady shit, man.” Ten said,

“Fine,” Taeyong took the paper away, “this is a gang, you don't actually have to sign it,” He said, signing the name ‘Ten’ in neat cursive on the white line, “It’s just so the less intelligent members get a sense of security from the legitimacy of a contract. But you seem smart, so you don’t need that.” Ten laughed quietly in response,

“Now,” Taeyong whispered, pressing a black button on his desk, triggering the large mahogany doors to open, “Would you like to meet the others?"

"You said there's sixteen others, right? Why so many?" Ten questioned, following his new leader out of the room. "I have my reasons. This way."

The hallways were long, some narrow, Ten noted. It wasn't dark like he imagined gang buildings to be either. Most rooms had a large glass window to show into it but a few were kept a secret behind locked doors. They peaked his interest for sure, so the male made a mental note to explore once he has a bit more freedom. 

"In here is the main break room on the floor. Usually you can find Johnny, Jaehyun, or maybe even Jeno in here." 

"So many J names." Ten laughed. Taeyong couldn't disagree there. "Come in." He nodded his head as he opened the door. 

"Johnny, Jaehyun, meet Ten." Taeyong said, introducing him. Johnny nodded while Jaehyun presented his hand. "You must be the new recruit!" Another voice spoke out. A head popped over the edge of the old, slightly tattered, orange couch in the corner of the room. "Who are you?" Ten asked.

"Mark Lee. I'm in all the units. Well, was."

"What do you mean, aren't there only two?"

"He was in dream but graduated. He doesn't have an official position yet."

"That's why I'm in all of them. In Hopes of finding out." Mark said, pointing his thumb and finger at Ten like he held a real gun. "Enough chat. Anyone know where Doyoung went?" Taeyong asked. Everyone shook their heads no. 

"Maybe in U-" 

"Right, later then. I'm sure someone is in the cafeteria." Taeyong blurted, interrupting Mark. The leader walked out, the heavy door slamming behind them. "Mark, you idiot. No one can know about U so soon!" Jaehyun scolded, smacking the younger boy on the shoulder.

"What's U? I don't understand." Ten asked, his mind buzzing to know what secrets Taeyong was keeping. He'll be damned if he gives up trying to find out. "Who knows Honestly. Kid is so overworked I don't think he would know where his head was if it weren't attached." 

Taeyong re-entered, brushing something off his shirt, and was immediately bombarded with Ten’s questioning "What positions were they all?" Ten asked. 

“Does this guy ever shut up? Why does he want to know everything so bad…?"  Taeyong thought. "Johnny is the muscle. I count on him to keep people in check, sometimes to do the dirty work. Jaehyun is 127s Charmer."

"Charmer?"

"Every talented mafia needs someone to swoon others to get desired information." 

"That desperate huh?"

"You won't understand. Not yet."

Ten took in his sudden surroundings as he noticed Taeyong had been leading him down a couple flights of stairs. "Elevators?" He asked. Taeyong shook his head. "Not to the floor we're going to. Doyoung likes his privacy." 

After walking for what seemed like hours, Taeyong and Ten finally got to their desired floor. “I get this dude wants his privacy but this is ridiculous.” Ten complained, pretending to be out of breath. Taeyong let out a small laugh, “You know, Ten, I hope your sense of humour helps you get around obstacles and doesn't cause you problems.” 

“Well,I'd be lying if I said they hadn’t before.” The two approached a tall, oak door with a silver “DY” on it next to an eye hole. “Kind of weird that you guys have peep holes on bedrooms.” Ten said as he got on his tiptoes to look through it, “It’s blacked out!”

“Mhm. Everyone but me is supposed to have an eyehole to make sure no one’s up to any funny business but Doyoung has a tendency to disagree with that rule.”

“Ah.” 

Taeyong knocked three times on the door before opening it, “Doyoung, you’ve got company!” He yelled. A tall, slender man with dark wet hair entered from around the corner, “Taeyong, you might be everyone’s boss but you can't just come in here unannounced. I’m your right hand man not your slave,” he looked up from tying a black robe around himself, “I don’t just do whatever you want me to like the others d-” He paused, “What does he want?” 

Taeyong laughed, “Doyoung, you’ve never been the best at making people feel welcome.”

“This looks like a Jaehyun thing.”

“Huh?” Ten looked at Doyoung, puzzled,

“Is this another ‘date in exchange for information’ thing because I'm not doing that again, that's why we have Jaehyun.” Doyoung walked back around the corner.

“No, it’s not.” Taeyong yelled over to him, “And if it was, you’re not supposed to say that to the person.”

Doyoung re-entered from around the corner now fully dressed in a white dress shirt, a silk tie, and tailored slacks. “I have to go out.”

“I don’t remember you telling me that.” Taeyong responded.

“I don’t remember me needing to.” Doyoung pushed passed the two men.

“My name’s Ten.” Ten shouted as Doyoung started up the stairs,

“Thats nice.”

“He’s going to be rooming with you for now.” Taeyong yelled.

“What?!” Doyoung came back down the stairs.

“It’s only temporary while we make up a room for him. Everyone has a roommate and they have smaller rooms. You’re alone and you have a room that could fit at least five people.”

Doyoung stared angrily at Ten, “Fine. But if this lasts more than a week, You and I,” Doyoung looked Ten up and down, “We’re gonna have a problem.”

“I’ll see you around, Doyoung.” Ten responded with a smile. Doyoung stormed off leaving a tapping sound on the marble floor echoing throughout the halls.

Taeyong and Ten looked to each other as Ten laughed, “I like him.”

[theladylovingcrow]

New Places, Friendly Faces (Sanny) Pt 1

Author (As known on Various sites): Lady Lover- Rockfic, Luluthechoosingcrow - AO3, theladylovingcrow - Deviantart and Wattpad, @sammy_bluebells - Instagram, @imacrowcawcaw - main Tumblr, @theladylovingcrow - writing/art Tumblr, @insannywestan - Sanny shipping Tumblr

Fandom: Greta Van Fleet

Pairing: Sam Kiszka/Danny Wagner (Sanny), lil bit of Danny/Ronnie but he's quickly swept away with Sam

Length: about 2k

Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Diner AU, No band AU, fluff, some angst, awkwardness, first dates, you know the ones where person A's date is failing and person B comes and sits with them, sorry i forgot what its called but that, hand holding, flirting, Sanny

Summary: Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for *weeks* to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

Author's Notes: I don't know what inspired me to do this but I'm very very happy with how it's turning out (and I've never written a longer-ish multi chapter story before, so this is interesting!) I would hate for Danny to not know the Kiszkas growing up, but hey I think I made their first meeting pretty damn cute!

Also, just FYI this is set roughly in late January of whatever year, so the twins are supposed to be 20, Ronnie is 18 I think, Danny just turned 18, and Sam is 17 (I think I did all the math right but idk) HOWEVER it wasn't until I finished that I realized I absolutely did not make their appearances congruent with what they would have looked like then.... Sam and Danny look like 2018 ish but the twins also look like their high school selves :( Idk sorry

Also, because Sam is 17, this will not be posted on Rockfic and will be marked as underage, though I'm not planning for it to get dirty

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Danny had been taping his foot for the past fifteen minutes.

He usually didn't do that, it wasn't his nervous tick of non-choice, but Michelle hadn't showed up yet, and it was nearing eight.

Checking his watch, Danny watched the hand tick to 7:58 and then looked up, peering around the restaurant he was in.

Diner, he corrected himself. It was a homey, 1960's American diner, a little more exposed timbers and bear carvings than checkered tiles and jukeboxes, but that's what you got in Michigan. The building was low and sturdy, a log structure with a river rock chimney over the grills in back. Every single wall was decorated with various signed pictures of celebrities that had passed through, local newspaper articles about Gerald and Fern's Homestyle Grill, old handsaws, vintage pop signs, and a million other trinkets and posters chosen by the owners (Gerald and Fern, he assumed, though they'd probably passed on considering how old the place looked to be).

It was a nice restaurant, Danny thought; the atmosphere was welcoming and calm despite the occasional clamor from the kitchen, and the decor was very interesting to look at. Plus, the waitress that had directed him to a window booth and brought him some water was just gorgeous.

'Don't think that! You're on a date, idiot' Danny scolded himself,  shaking his head. Well, he was technically waiting for the date to start, seeing as she hadn't showed up yet. But, he still shouldn't be admiring another girl like that when his wasn't there - that would just make him an asshole.

But maybe Michelle was a little bit of an asshole because she said she'd meet him at 7 o'clock and it was now 8:06- 'Stop. It.' Danny scolded himself again, mentally smacking himself upside the head.

'Didn't your mother ever tell you to assume the best of people?' One voice asked.

'Of course!' Another Danny answered.

'Well, then, she probably got stuck in traffic, or her dog threw up in her car, or she hit a bad pothole, or her mom made her go to the store, or-'

'Okay, I get it! She probably doesn't mean to be so late,' Danny conceded, concluding the conversation he was having with himself. Maybe the waitress was right and he had been sitting there by himself for a little too long.

Of course, being the nice girl she was, the waitress - Ronnie her name was Ronnie - had stopped by periodically whenever she had a minute to chat with him or finally bring him some coffee after he had given in to the craving.

Danny looked down at the small bouquet wilting on the table and sighed. Looked like this date was a bust, just like the few others he'd attempted, and he'd actually been very excited to see her. In fact, it was Michelle who had suggested this Gerald's Grill when he had shyly asked her out in Biology.

He had finally made up his mind to just stop wasting Ronnie's time and go home when a group of boys came trouping in, wet from the snow but in exuberant spirits and, apparently, "In great need of some refreshment, Ronnie dear!"

That made him want to pack up and get out even faster because, honestly, he didn't need any more knowing looks or judgement right now, but the last boy to walk in made him freeze with his coat halfway on.

The kid looked about Danny's age, roughly the same height but a whole lot skinnier. He had on skin tight jeans, scuffed hiking boots, and a red woolen coat. When he turned to talk to Ronnie, Danny could see the Tom Petty hoodie beneath the jacket and some silver necklaces.

'Nice,' he thought, 'seems like a cool guy: good taste in music and fashion.'

Also, 'Fucking gorgeous'.

What made him pause his leaving, though, wasnt the guy's body but his face - his sculpted brows, insanely high cheekbones, pink lips, and long lashes; all framed by the healthiest looking head of hair Danny had ever seen, second only to his own, or possibly one of the guy's he had come in with (the one who yelled for Ronnie) that had rather impressive, long curls styled to look like 70's mutton chops. There was something naggingly familiar about his features, but Danny couldn't place it.

Ronnie rolled her eyes and pointed the group of boys to a large table in the Eastern corner of the diner.

She snagged some menus and followed behind them, though another guy, this one also with long hair (he was having some competition here) grown out Justin Beiber style (okay, maybe not) said; "We don't need those, Ronnie, I'm pretty sure Sammy here has the whole menu memorized by now. Right, Sam-a-lam-a?"

The intruiging boy nodded, starting to recite off what sounded like a very accurate, detailed account of the diner's menu, prices and everything. Danny was surprised at the slight raspy, smokers quality of his voice, but it was pleasant, in a way.

After the fourth item or so, Ronnie stopped "Sammy" with a swat to the shoulder, shaking her heading and muttering "stupid genius" under her breath. He grinned up at her, wiggling his eyebrows and asking for a round of Vernors, pretty please, Ronnie-kins.

Holy shit, they were siblings! That's what had been buzzing at the back of his head for the past couple minutes; those mouths and cheekbones, seductive eyes, that lovely hair. The guy was Ronnie's brother (and no wonder he was so beautiful then).

Squinting, Danny watched the party in the corner. Two of the other guys, 70's hair and Justin Beiber (though he felt bad calling him that since he seemed cool and, hey, he'd  had the same 'do when trying to grow his out) were laughing at something Ronnie said, leaning on each other and behaving the exact same way, down to their blinks.

Twins! Danny could tell because he had two cousins, also twins, that acted exactly like that. Wait, though.... they looked awfully similar to-

More siblings?! Jesus, how many kids did this family have? He hoped the four were all, for the sake of their parents.

He guessed that the twins were a little older, so either "Sammy" or Ronnie had to be the youngest, though they all looked awfully similar in age.

'Seriously, how do their parents handle that?' Especially with the attractive, flirty twins, beautiful daughter, and the super smart supermodel - it had to be several handfuls raising a house like that. Danny suddenly felt a bit more sympathy for his parents, even with just having to deal with him and his little sister.

Ronnie sashayed away, calling over her shoulder for the boys to keep it down. They all hooted and hollered in response, seeing as Danny was the only other patron to bother at the moment.

Danny slowly sat back down, curious as to what interesting conversations he would hear from the group. The twin with curly hair was currently talking to a larger guy on the other side of the table about the "carefully curated sensuality" of Led Zeppelin's Prescence, which alone made him want to stay.

Not to mention, he could continue to observe the hot guy that was immediately fascinating him like few people did. Danny wasn't deluded enough to think it was love at first sight - though it was definitely a fair amount of lust - but there was something about the other boy that made him want to track his every move down to the blinking of his eyes.

"Woah there, creepy much? Chill out, he probably doesn't even like guys anyways," Danny muttered to himself, hoping that his staring wasn't obvious enough to make "Sammy" aware of it. He loved to people watch - and admire, but hated the uncomfortable confrontation of acknowledging that he had been doing so.

Supermodel boy twisted in his chair, looking at one of the many things on the wall - though it made Danny's breath catch because, could he tell? - when he caught Danny's eye. He smiled at Danny, making him smile a little tightly and nod in return.

At that moment, Ronnie came out of the back with a platter of glass pop bottles and a notebook tucked into her apron pocket, using her hip to close the swinging half-door to the area behind the counter. She smiled at Danny as he passed, murmuring a soft "I'll be right back with you," before continuing on to her brothers' table.

Gorgeous boy laughed - a surprisingly obnoxious, though maybe endearing, braying one - and reached out a fine boned hand, plucking a bottle from the tray before she could set it down. He took a long swallow, throat visibly working and eyes half closed, head tipped back. Danny quickly averted his own eyes unless he started drooling onto the tabletop.

Ronnie came over to him after a minute, refilling his coffee and insisting that she get him a piece of pie, on the house. He didn't have the heart to tell her no, not after more than an hour of sitting there pitifully, and especially not now that he knew her gorgeous brothers (or at least one of them, the prettiest, too) knew he was there. It would be incredibly embarrassing for them to know that he was stood up and alone; Danny wanted to give off a good impression, for some reason.

Ronnie walked away again, hips swaying, and disappeared into the back. "Sammy" laughed at the table in the corner and Danny's eyes shot to him, watching how he played with his straw between those two pillowy lips.

He started sweating a little bit, considering who he thought was more attractive (not like either of them would be interested in him, but). Ronnie was curvy and kind and beautiful, but Sam was lean and charismatic and had the most lovely facial structure Danny had ever seen.

'Ugh, bisexual problems', Danny thought. No one else would have know what he was talking about if they were there, though, since he had never mentioned it to his parents nor his few friends.

He wondered, idly - because he really was out of their league and it would never, ever happen - what his family would think if he brought either of them home. Ronnie would be sure to elicit absolute delight from his mother after her admonishment for getting a girlfriend in the first place (despite the fact that he was allowed to do what he wanted now that he was 18, Danny's mom still saw him as her little boy). Ronnie's brother, he wasn't sure; it's not like they were homophobic, but Danny was certain that him bringing home a guy out of nowhere would be quite the shock.

They'd warm up to Sam (he didn't want to call him "Sammy"; it felt too familiar to he polite, though he did like that), he was sure. His parents would be impressed by his intelligence and be charmed by his jokes, and tell Danny that they were glad he had found such a nice boyfriend.

Danny drifted off into a daydream of what it would be like to date Sam, to take him to family holiday meals and go out hiking with him and cuddle up on a late winter afternoon like this one. He rested his head on his hand, letting his eyes go unfocused as he envisioned the imaginary world in which he had an 11/10 boyfriend.

"Hey, I've got your pie. Mind if I sit and eat mine with you?"

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@satans-helper @okietrish @lazingonsunday @bigthighsandstupidguys @karrotkate @oblvions @lantern-inthenight @mountainofthefleet seriously PLEASE tell me if anyone else wants to be tagged in Sanny and I'll add it to my list because I guessed these peeps last time and got it right but I can't remember if there's anyone else

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Ms Chen would be pleased

She said "the most peaceful way to demonstrate and protest and have your angriest voice heard is to vote and we are lucky in this country Because we are allowed to vote. Women and Blacks worked hard for the future of them -- you -- and i dont mean biologically i mean their heart and spirit and knowing well the people in front of them when they see the future must learn and learn well in order to protect the world. Because you see this country is very powerful as is China. While China is bigger, the United States has more power and I'm sorry to tell you that all the power in the world, relies on you to use your angry voice in that polling booth. My parents still in China can not vote. They are not allowed. (No matter how many times she said this speech some one always gasped. And it -- her words caused my heart to stop in fear for her family and China and it did for many kids. They became terrified for the citizens of China) Because there is No voting. None. Not allowed. It is not too far. It is not too boring. It just does not exist. So it is you to protect the people of China. Tawain. NE Asia. You the voters of the most powerful of nations -- the USA"

And some of us. When she said to protect China. We promised with our whole hearts and souls we would. There is now voting in China

It was not until 1988 that a Village Chief in a town in China could be voted for. And in 1989 it still hadn't occurred in hers.

She never lived to the day it would be before she was murdered by the Chinese Embassy in NYC that she was trying to work with to help China and it's citizens.

She was murdered on April 17, 1990. We were notified on 4-20-90 its never been a joyous holiday for me. I try to avoid the date. Sleeping through it usually.

So two days ago was her 29th anniversary of her death. And she will be dead 30 years.

Two days ago a castle was bought for me. Two days ago i helped solve 88 murders and 43 people were arrested.

Two days ago i cried a lot and it was a very difficult day for me. And I didn't know it was the 29th anniversary of her death 30 years ago

I think i did her wonderfully proud.

She was abducted on her way to work on a Tuesday morning. Friday morning we were told of the news.

We were worried. I told the office... They had been in tears for two days in a row i said "you better tell me what's going on because i know something is. I been down here every day this week to find out about Ms Chen. Y'all attitude aint right. So us kids have assembled a search party for right after school if er can't find her on this island by midnight tonight we will go home to sleep for at least 3 hours as Me Chen would say we need to rest, she is not that important. Then we will go to Brooklyn to search. So you as an adult better tell me. And then tell them what the fuck is going on with you emotionally. Other wise put a post it in each teacher box so have an adult to go with us. 5 am for the city ferry then on to Brooklyn."

Half the office was literally i mean honestly throwing up in trash cans.

Ms Pallen the principal came in with a small jewelry like box. And what was inside was mostly covered by a tissue. "Sabrina is -- this ring -- does this belong to Ms Chen, finger and all?"

"Well it looks like her rin--" i lifted the small tissue covering her finger "a finger! Where's the rest of her?! Did you get the hand?! What about an arm?! Where is her body?!"

I wanted to know more. The more missing body parts the less chance we had to save her. I knew -- she told us. So a finger? Just a finger?! We were looking good!! Of all her stories. She of all people was tough enough to lose a finger and keep on talking.

"Do i have permission to leave the building for one quick look just around? I'll be back swiftly i promise"

Our principal softly stroked our friends finger and nodded gently and sadly as tears dropped down ... If tears and throw up could bring her back we were doing well in this office.

"As bad as it pains you look in the worst place first. Here i would think it would be water. I can't swim. Well barely. But not too good for New York City's oceans" she had said. She said it was the worst to know we would think but in reality it was worst to question and hope when there was none.

So i took off to the seawall and ran up and down looking but i didn't see her... I didn't want to. So I ran all the way around the tiny military island. Then back. Then i rode the public transit bus looking far off in the middle not the edge then the outer edge at Brooklyn. I got off at the school. I walked directly to the sea wall and looked down.

There she was floating face down. Her skirt covering as much of her legs as possible. Her beautiful black hair covering much of the rest. She had on one heel, a white shirt and black skirts. One of her favorite outfits she said. Because she said it made her feel most business.

I walked slow back to the school.

Ms Pallen smiled "i knew you were onto something, did you find it?"

My eyes got huge because i had and i had been believed in and i looked up at her in her heels "i do. I need the police"

She was smiling all kinds calling it in. "She found a clue. No shes mute. You know how she gets. No not really happy. Oh she's thinking and her mouth is dropped. Not good? Oh it's a clue! Just hurry"

Ms Pallen kneeled down next to me I really worked st hiding what i saw. What i had did.

"So what is happening. What clue can you tell me?"

I looked down, with dead eyes. Glassy purposeful eyes and a stroked her head, starting at the tip top and down to her chin "I'm sorry"

"No" she started to angry scowl and cry at the same time.

I nodded "yep"

"No" she started crying again her face contorting different

"Shh it will be all okay. Come sit" i patted the seat next to me

"What's wrong with her eyes? She looks dead -- no im not going to throw up. I think"

"A clue" I held Ms Pallen's hand. I was the kid. But no one was gonna be okay.

"If she's dead im gonna get a new job. Remember i told you that. Her, too!"

"Then you better start" i hung my head. No Don't look down Ms Chen would say. Be strong for you and your friends "looking" i looked up cheerfully as if it were just a bright new day.

"Haha very funny kid"

I just smiled. -- show me you're happy. Show the world you can be And be free. She would say. I found her. The world could rest. Stop puking. Stop being afraid. Ms Chen would like me for that.

"Why so happy kid?"

"Cause... Life... It never ceases to exist. Its always inside me"

"Bright sunshiney day"

"Looks gloom and dreary if you ask me"

"Maybe that's why i didn't see her at first."

"Sabrina you have something for me? Did you see thr finger? They only had it since yesterday" i heard behind me, a male voice, "good mornin girls. Sabrina do you hear me?"

"She went mute again but shr was just talking. Let me get my coat"

"Sabrina do you need her?"

I nodded

"Don't nod. Speak. What do you need? You know you can tell me?"

"Every one clocked in in the office and at two chair or an ambulance. People will need to sit"

"Well uh how come?"

"Death"

"Well, come on it's just a finger."

"Chair. Ambu bed"

"So she's alive?"

"Morg--- just come on"

Halfway there he dropped the chairs. Just dumped them. The girls left a string of clues behind. Shoes. Coats. Jackets. They all knew. They all knew as soon as they saw my direct path was to the fence seperating the land from the water.

And they ran. Throwing all their unnecessary items behind. So they could get in the water. All three of them. 2 secretaries and a principal.

And the body of the world's greatest teachers floating stiff and face down, dead.

"Yeah it's her alright. But she's missing two fingers i guess her parents got the other one. Her two families most important things. Both index fingers or her pointer. Sabrina what's that mean? Im gonna sit in the water with her until the coroner gets here. I don't want her to be alone" said what had appeared to be the weakest Secretary but most determined

"I don't know if she's more beautiful dead or alive. Shes like a mermaid. And so pretty."

"Sabrina what's It mean? The one index?" Asked our police

"You're number one. Wait right here. One minute and I'll be back"

"She had them cut it off? I bet she did. She's a tough woman like that" she sat on a dry area next to our friend.

"Idk how much you know about biology. But that finger had no blood. Shes been dead at least since yesterday" Ms Pallen out of the water in a wool green plaid frock dress, her fur coat in the street at the stop sign.

"The moment they picked her up. She was never going to live past that" i sighed

"But sabrina why would she want them to cut it off?" She asked looking towards the school

"Reincarnation. She means it. She will be back. Or She will never leave at all"

"Sabrina she's not supposed to talk about religion with you. Seperation of church and state" she said looking out over the water send down.

"Chinese culture is not a religion to some people. Neither is American religion not a culture"

"Oh she loopholed. That is sweet. Now we know. Oh my dear sweet friend, here is your ride coming up" said Ms Pallen the principal.

"the most peaceful way to demonstrate and protest and have your angriest voice heard is to vote and we are lucky in this country Because we are allowed to vote. Women and Blacks worked hard for the future of them -- you -- and i dont mean biologically i mean their heart and spirit and knowing well the people in front of them when they see the future must learn and learn well in order to protect the world. Because you see this country is very powerful..."

And you are a part of that power.

So register to vote then vote in the November 2020 election.

Raise your kids right. Not only are they our future. They will take over the world.

I did.

[molly2140]

Introducing Octavia Freeman 😎

Includes brief shit about my Half-Life universe.

Gordon has a twin sister, Octavia, she's approx. 4 hours younger than him if that matters haha. Their mother died during their birth (depressing as hell I know but I like the tragedy and dramatic shit), so their awesome father took it upon himself to raise his twin children the best he possibly can and give them a good life. Since Gordon can't speak, he, Octavia, and their father learned ASL in order for them all to communicate. Octavia acts as Gordon's voice and helps translate his signs for those who don't understand ASL. While growing up, Octavia becomes very defensive for Gordon, she hates when people make fun of him for not being able to speak. High school consisted of lots of fights and detentions for Octavia simply because she's defending her beloved twin. The two have a very unique bond, not only are they twins but they are best friends. Gordon has a really hard time opening up to other people, especially other girls, but he's always found it easy to confide in his sister, and Octavia is extremely supportive of him.

About a year after Gordon and Octavia graduate high school, their father falls ill and soon passes away, by then they are sharing an apartment on the university campus. Gordon is undoubtedly a genius, Octavia is quite intelligent as well, but she is studying for casual things such as photography and journalism, compared to Gordon who's clearly working for his PhD in science stuff. Soon after their father passes, Octavia finds herself taking the loss much worse than Gordon, and somewhere down the line she finds herself addicted to heroin. If Gordon wasn't home the night she finally overdosed, she would have died. During her rehabilitation and healing process, this brings the two of them closer and Gordon simply tells her that he cannot lose her, because she's the only family he has left. From that day forward, the two became even more inseparable.

Gordon and Octavia both end up at Black Mesa! Gordon obviously working in anomalous materials, whilst Octavia became the first female security guard, and she and Barney form a great friendship. Barney even tells her about his interest in Lauren, and she instantly hooks them up and everybody watches them fall in love. Octavia, like Barney, is a huge party animal, and enjoys grabbing some beers with Barney and Gordon after a long shift. Did I mention that Octavia and Barney are huge Queen fans? 😎 They will blast their music every day when they hit up the shooting range or while on lunch break. Also, Barney proposes to Lauren and Octavia was so happy when he announced it to her that she literally would not shut up about wedding plans for a whole week.

Black Mesa Incident time, yayyyy.

Octavia loses her shit when she can't find Gordon, she knew he was going in the test chamber that day, she wasn't supposed to know but he had told her anyways. She and Barney team up to fight the foreign alien creatures in order to escape Black Mesa alive. They are extremely pissed about the military simply executing any scientist or Black Mesa employee, however their highest priority is finding Gordon. Octavia and Barney get separated inside the Lambda facility, Octavia is trapped within and simply focuses on finding Gordon. She finds a portal to Zen, where she fights more of the alien creatures and soon realizes there's no way back to Earth. Suddenly the G-Man introduces himself to her, and offers her a job, she hesitates, but accepts when he tells her that he has Gordon. Together, the twins are put into stasis until their "hour has come again".

I'm not gonna get too much into the Half-Life 2 era stuff cause I'm planning on making a fan fic of it but here's some highlights and other facts about Octavia.

The land outside City 17 is fairly different, White Forest still exists, however everything is more inland and not next to the coast. The only large bodies of water are rivers and lakes. Technically City 17 is somewhere in Russia or in Soviet territory because I noticed a lot of the buildings and signs there are in Russian, but let's pretend City 17 is in the US because I want Octavia and Gordon to find their home as well as the ruins of Black Mesa. :3

City 17 has a wall around it that the Combine patrol heavily, the canals still exist but there is also underground tunnels that lie below City 17. The Combine are completely clueless of the underground tunnels, therefore Alyx uses them to help transport supplies and escort citizens to other outposts.

The Combine become aware of Gordon and Octavia's return a couple months after they arrive, unlike literally within the first day in the actual game.

Gordon and Alyx do fall in love of course. :)

Barney and Octavia fall in love too. :) Not gonna spoil shit about what happens to Lauren though I'm sure you can figure it out easily.

Eli's lab is far outside City 17, further west, so instead of it being called Black Mesa East, it's now Black Mesa West. It's actually a fairly large building that is partially submerged underground and is hidden in the trees so the Combine aren't aware of it. There's a nice open area to the south of the lab where Alyx and Dog have plenty of room to play fetch.

Since the lab is partially submerged underground, kinda like some houses where the back end is underground but the front isn't, that's literally this concept. So you can basically walk onto the roof, and that's Barney and Octavia's hang-out spot. This is also the spot where they confide in each other and talk about their tragedies, for Octavia, her heroin addiction and overdose, and for Barney, what happened to Lauren.

Oh yeah they also stole a Combine helicopter and fixed up Black Mesa style. 😎

Octavia helps Barney cope with his reoccurring nightmares over Lauren and the things he's seen working undercover, oh, and about that cat.

Barney managed to save some of the old mixtapes he and Octavia made back in the day, as well as the portable cassette player, which he rigged so it doesn't need batteries. So they constantly jam out to their favorite old tunes when hanging out or going on supply runs or hunting trips.

Octavia is definitely a night owl, Gordon is as well and they both have troubles sleeping sometimes. Gordon sometimes joins Octavia on the roof at 3am to talk some energy out in hopes of going back to sleep.

The classic desert eagle is Octavia's preferred weapon, the one she used while on security at Black Mesa. She is forever grateful that Barney managed to find and keep her prized gun after the Incident, as well as Gordon's infamous crowbar. The crowbar he still swears his life on by the way, ha.

Like Alyx, Octavia is quite fit and flexible, it's obvious they're experts at parkour. ;) If you haven't noticed, Alyx has a hoodie underneath her leather jacket with the Black Mesa logo, so I decided Octavia's shirt should have the Lambda logo with a similar color concept as seen on Gordon's HEV suit.

Octavia sometimes will go undercover with Barney to try and understand what he does every day, as well as gain more Combine information. She starts doing this soon before they confide in each other and confess their newfound love for each other. They definitely feel like they're working together again like in the old days but now forming secret crushes on each other.

Okay I'm not gonna spill too many more details without spoiling everything haha. But this is Octavia, as well as a brief explanation on my Half-Life universe. I showed my finished drawing of Octavia to my boyfriend and he swears she looks like me in real life but I don't see it other than the fact we both wear glasses and we both have our hair in ponytails all the time lol. The pose was based off of Kibbitzer's reference sheets, as mentioned before, you can find Kibbitzer's sheets on DeviantArt, their Patreon, or by simply searching it in Google. So yeah, this is my OC, Octavia Freeman, I hope you guys like her because I've put a lot of thought into her character and I've never done that with my other OCs haha. But I'm really proud of it. :)

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DOTW 17? Start. I'm pretty braindead

Coughing as the breathing tube was removed, Eren felt like absolute shit. He vaguely gathered that he was in hospital, mainly due to the horrible tube shoved down his throat... and the fact every time he opened his eyes, Levi was right by his side. He'd never thought he'd see the alpha again, and didn't understand why Levi looked so sad. He hated it. He hated the man's grey eyes filled with tears and a thin smile that felt way too close to pity, than concern. His leaden body throbbed as if he'd come down with a fever. His stomach rolling and gurgling, like it was trying to eat its self, yet the mere thought of food made him nauseous as fuck. Part of him wondered if this was what dying felt like... if it was, it sucked "Eren, it's ok if you need to sleep" That wasn't ok. He'd only barely woken up before the tube was being removed. Something as simple as a cough shouldn't have him so exhausted. Shit. The doctor was taking to him again. He knew he should listen, but when the man grew closer, he just felt so fucking scared. He didn't want to be hurt again. He didn't want to be touched or looked after. He wanted to curl into a ball and cry until whatever was wrong with him finished him off. If he could have ignored Levi, he would have. Yet the alpha's voice and scent were the only things he could focus on "Eren, it's ok. He just needs to examine you" Opening his mouth, it felt like a whole forest of something disgusting had set up residence across his teeth. He wanted to say no. He wanted to scream no... but all that came out was a nearly non-existent whimper. He didn't know this man. He didn't like this man. He didn't want this man anywhere near him. Placing his hand on Eren's left cheek, Eren tried to push himself as far away from the alpha as he could. He didn't want this... "Hey, hey it's ok. Hanji, why don't you go talk with his doctor outside. He's starting to panic" He didn't need a running commentary of his panic. He was very much aware of how stupid he must look. The man said something, his hand still against Eren's cheek. He wanted to vomit, his body trying to make the action, his stomach muscles clenching as nothing came out "Both of you. Out. Now" Levi lifted the man's hand from his face, the alpha replacing it with his own "You're ok. It's ok. Here, you need to breathe. Can you do that for me? A deep breath in?" He wasn't even sure he'd taken a breath until Levi nodded "Good. You're doing good. It's just us now, ok. Shit brat. I've fucking missed you" Why would Levi miss him? Wasn't he mad at him? He didn't understand anything and couldn't even tell the alpha that "Good. You're doing so good" Levi was nice to him... but this was on a whole other level. This was the kind of nice he'd get after a stupid panic attack, when the man seemed scared that anything minor would set him off. He liked Levi better when the alpha was pissy and just saying what was on his mind. At least he understood him then "Your blood pressure's come back down. The tightening in your chest should be easing" He'd never thought to ask Levi he knew what a panic attack felt like. He supposed the man had dealt with more than one in his span as a paramedic. He just always seemed to know what to say "You gave us all a scare. You showed signs of waking last week, but then decided to pull a sleeping beauty. Even with all that sleep, you still look pretty crap" That was the Levi he liked. He hoped the alpha could tell he trying to give him the smallest of smiles "If I didn't know better, I'd say you like me watching you in bed" Oh god. He wanted to laugh, but all he could do was cough again "Sorry. I'll try and hold back on the lame lines for now. You should get some more sleep. I promise I'm not going anywhere, ok?" Why was it so easy for Levi to get through to him? His mind could barely remember anything. It was like his head was filled with nothingness. He couldn't even remember his thoughts as they passed... but somehow Levi made that ok? He really, probably, definitely should be worried about that. Leaning down, Levi kissed his forehead "Sleep tight, brat" * Waking himself screaming, Eren couldn't remember where he was or how he'd got there. Every molecule of him wanted to run, and he gave it his best shot. Ripping himself free from his IV line and catheter, he was on the ground before he had any idea what had happened. Hands burying themselves in his hair, tearing at the thick strands as he tried to remember. Why couldn't he remember? Where was Zeke? Why wasn't Zeke here? Shuffling backwards, he screamed louder as his back hit the walls. The beeping of the hospital machines hurting his ears as much as his own screams, pained to the point he was oblivious to the warm puddle began to form under him. He couldn't stop screaming. Zeke was... Zeke was hurt. Zeke needed help. Zeke... there was so much blood... so much blood and Zeke wasn't waking up. As strong hands grabbed his arms, he fought harder. His hands covered with loose strands of hair as he tried to shove his attackers away. He couldn't let them get him. He couldn't let them take him away from his brother. Zeke needed help. He needed him. He was taking him away. He... why couldn't he remember? What... why... why couldn't he breathe? Kicking, and snarling with his teeth bared, he fought harder. His body betraying him his a his energy failed to translate into fury, his blows barely taps. Lifted from the floor, it felt like was slammed down on a concrete slab as his eyes were cruelly forced open. The brightness burning through into his brain, as is someone was holding a lighter to his iris. It was all too much. * Having been with Eren almost nonstop since, Levi found it hard to be back at his apartment. Titan wasn't talking to him, no doubt because he hadn't been home and had left him to the mercy of Erwin swinging by to make sure the fat cat had food, water and a clean litter tray. He'd showered and shaved, before collapsing into his own bed. The hospital chairs weren't exactly comfortable when it came to prolonged sleep overs, and despite his thoughts being filled with Eren, he'd passed out and slept a solid 8 hours. Moblit was spending the day with Eren. Given how scared Eren seemed to be each time he woke, he didn't know if it was a good idea or not. Still, he'd left the omega. When Eren was discharged, he'd be going back to Hanji and Moblit's house, meaning even if Eren was scared, he wouldn't exactly be able to escape from the man. Refreshed from his near dead sleep, Levi had showered again, before cleaning through his apartment. His plan was to stop by and pick Eren up some real food, as well as bringing the omega the photos he still had in his possession, and a book to keep himself occupied with. Even if Eren couldn't eat solids, cafe soup was better than hospital soup. His alpha secretly thrilled to be doing something nice for their ome-friend. Eren wasn't his omega. The closeness they'd formed would have to be rebuilt, even if Eren really only ever seemed comfortable when he was around. He made it as far as the hospital carpark before his phone started ringing. Answering the call, he heard Moblit sigh heavily "What's wrong?" "When are you coming back?" Ok. Well this wasn't how things normally went, or at least not lately "I'm in the carpark" "I'll come find you" Moblit ended the call. Levi's stomach twisting into knots. He wanted to rush from his car to Eren's room, but with Moblit coming to him... it couldn't be good news. When Moblit finally joined him, the man looked exhausted... and was sporting a black eye for some reason "What happened to you?" With a dry laugh, the man shook his head "Eren. He woke up screaming" "Screaming?" Eren was struggling to stay awake, and he'd seen a few blips in his heartbeat from nightmares, but as far as he knew, this was the first time he'd woken up screaming "He didn't know where he was. Hanji called me, so I stepped out into the hall. It was only seconds Levi. By the time I got back into his room, he was on the floor screaming" Fuck... "They've sedated him. He made a mess of himself and his bed. They wanted to restrain him, but with his scars, that would have only made it worse" "Did he say anything? I mean, other than screaming?" "When we went to lift him off the floor, he started snarling like an alpha. We got him up and onto the bed. He was completely delirious. He started asking and begging for Zeke" Fuck. With Eren being so out of it, he hadn't been able to talk to the police. Zeke's body was still being held by state morgue "They wanted to place him in a 72 hour hold" "Are you fucking serious?" In a 72 hour hold, Eren wouldn't be allowed visitors. It was probably the worst possible thing they could do for him "Hanji's doing everything she can to prevent it, or even to postpone it" That was something, he supposed "How are you?" "Honestly. I don't know what to do. Eren and I talked about his issue with male alphas, and not to take it personally" "But it still hurts like a bitch when he looks to you in fear?" "Yeah. He didn't even seem to realise who I was" "Is he allowed visitors?" "Not right now. He had an accident, so the nursing staff was taking care of cleaning him up. Even once he is, they'll more then likely keep him under some form of sedation" If they were going to keep him drugged to the gills, they may as well stick him the psych ward for the 72 hours. There'd been far too many drugs in Eren's system, and while he'd seen the pain withdrawal caused, it had to be kinder than keeping him in a haze "Do you need a ride home?" Moblit blinked, before nodding wearily "Yeah. That would be great. I came in with Hanji, but you know what she's like" "Yeah. I know it's fucking shitty, but if Eren was in his right mind, I know he'd appreciate the fact you were there for him. He really does think highly of you" "He said that?" "He did. He told me more than once how grateful he was that it was you and Hanji, and that he hated not being able to control his anxieties" "You two really did get close?" "Close enough that we had just decided to date, without the label though" "Sorry. I forgot" "It's ok. I'm well aware of my reputation as an Ice Queen. Eren however didn't get the message. He'd come in and flipped everything upside down before I had a chance to realise what was happening" "I know Hanji was teasing you both over getting together, but I guess I never saw it happening" "I didn't either. I mean, he's an amazing omega, but he's also an abuse victim. He can't control his anxieties and spent years being trained on top by Zeke, on top of whatever gave him those scars, and whatever it was that Zeke saved him from. I wanted to let him heal and experience the world. Maybe if I'd been more forceful, none of this would have happened" "Now you're sounding like Hanji" "In that case, we should get you home" Levi got the feeling that Hanji and Moblit's marriage was on the rocks. Moblit knew Eren needed help and trusted the hospital to act in Eren's best interests. Hanji did not. She insisted on triple checking everything, as if micromanaging the situation would solve the situation. Though if he was in her position, he'd probably do doing the same. Wisely keeping those deductions to himself, Levi drove Moblit home. With Moblit dropped off, Levi returned to the hospital. Eren was still in his room, which was a small relief. Dragging the visitors chair back over to the side of the bed, he settled the soup cup down on the bedside table as he sat. Eren's room still smelt of fear and pain, but the omega's face was relaxed. He didn't know how he was supposed to explain to Eren that Zeke was dead, but he wanted to be the one to do it. Hanji was way too optimistic about Eren's mental condition, she'd try to hush him instead of letting him feel the pain... where as Levi expected the tears and screaming. He couldn't even give him a proper answer as to why Zeke was dead. * Blinking tiredly, Eren yawned softly. His body felt warm and heavy, while a comforting scent was soothing his anxious omega. Looking down, his heart jumped at the sight of Levi. The alpha was half-sitting/half laying, his head on Eren's right hand where his soft warm breath tickled along Eren's wrist. Gathering up the saliva in his mouth, he coughed slightly, waking Levi who must have been only dozing. Giving him a sheepish look, Levi scratched the back of his head "Hey, nice to see you awake" "L-Levi" Levi's eyes widened slightly, the tips of his lips turning up "Yeah. That's what they call me" "I..." He what? He didn't know what to say "It's ok if you don't want to talk. They'd got you sedated at the moment, because you had a pretty bad panic attack" "D-don't... remember" "It's fine" Now what was he supposed to say? He wanted to say something... "Are you hungry? I know you're on soups and fluids, but I got you the good stuff. Soup from a cafe. Not the hospital stuff" "N-not hungry" "Ok. It's here if you do get hungry" Licking his cracked lips, Eren sighed softly "I guess you're wondering what's been happening?" "Kind of..." "You've been here for the last two and a half weeks" Two and half weeks? If he'd been in bed for that long, why was he so tired? "You had a touch of pneumonia. Your left wrist and hand were broken, and your right ankle dislocated" "I... don't remember" "It's ok. I just wanted to warn you that that cast you love so much is now a splint" "Ugh... no" "I thought you'd feel like that. Moblit and Hanji have been by almost daily, except for when they had work. Not that that's stopped Hanji" "W-why?" "Because we all missed you. We went looking for you, even went to the police. Whether you like it or not, you're stuck with all of us" "But..." "But nothing. We all fucked up and let you down. I'm not asking for you to trust me, or for a second chance. I just want to be here for you" Levi wanted to be there for him? What could the man possibly get from being near him? And... "Where's Zeke?" Levi's brow furrowed, a long moment passing between them "L-Levi. Where's Zeke?" It was slowly coming back to him... Zeke... there was so much blood. Oh god... it... it was pouring over his hands and wouldn't stopped... "Eren, I'm sorry" "No" "He'd passed by the time the paramedics arrived" "No" "Eren" "No. No... No!" The machine to his right beeped loudly "Eren, I'm so sorry" "No! You're lying!" "I wish I was" "No. No... no... not Zeke..." "Don't force yourself to remember. There was nothing anyone could have done" "You're lying... please tell me you're lying... please..." Reaching out to cup his face, Eren flinched away. He didn't want to be touched "I'm sorry" "He... no. I need him. I need him!" Memories rushed up. He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. God... there'd been so much blood. It wouldn't stop. And Zeke. Zeke wasn't moving "Eren, I know it's hard. I know you're scared. But there was nothing you could have done" Why was he remembering? Why couldn't he forget?! It was like a horror movie. He'd been the dumb useless character... while Zeke... he'd told him to run. He'd seen it again! He'd had watch it all over again... why wasn't it him? Why Zeke? He'd left him. Again he was left behind. He was alone "I want to be alone" "I don't think that's a good idea" "I want to be alone!" "Eren, I know this is a lot. If you don't want to talk, you don't have to talk to me. But I am not leaving you alone. You are not alone" "Fuck you. You left me. Everyone fucking leaves. So go! Get out!" "I am not leaving" "Get out!" "Eren, I'm not leaving you" "Why?! We're nothing to each other!" "We're friends" "What? Since when?" "Eren" "You don't know about me. You know nothing about me! You don't know anything about my fucking life! You have no idea the things I've done! We are not friends" "I know you're shy and awkward, until you get on stage. I know you wanted to die. I know you get anxious. I know you're not ready to talk about your past. But... weren't we working towards that?" "My past is none of your business. Working towards it? Why the fuck would I tell you any of it? Just because I let you between my legs, doesn't mean I love you, or even like you. You need to go" He didn't want to be saying any of this to Levi. He didn't want to be kicking him out. He mentally couldn't handle having the alpha here. He was a mess, and Levi, Levi was always so fucking good to him. He didn't want him to be kind. He didn't want him to be understanding. He wanted to be alone. Levi would leave when he heard what happened, so he'd rather drive the alpha way first. He'd rather set Levi free, than shackle him "Well, Hanji won't be in for another 4 hours. And I'm not leaving you to suffer through his alone. I guess that means you can either stop sprouting bullshit, nap or sit in an awkward silence" That wasn't about how it was supposed to go. Levi was supposed to get angry! Instead the man just causally continued like he hadn't insulted him, even counting out his three options with his fingers "Stop looking at me like that brat. I know exactly what you're doing, because I do the same thing. Fortunately for both of us, Erwin has an almost ungodly amount of patience, or you'd be having the conversation with someone who isn't me. I know you're sorry, so you don't have to say it" "I don't want to sleep and I don't want to talk" "Awkward silence it is then" The silence lasted until Levi pulled out a book from somewhere. Settling back in his chair, Levi didn't even seem to notice he was watching his every move "W-what are you reading?" "I thought we weren't talking" "I don't want to be in my head" "It's called "To Kill a Mockingbird"" "What's it about?" "Preformed prejudices" He didn't know what exactly "prejudices" were... "People judging someone based on appearances without knowing the full story, or bothering to even try to get to know them. It's the book I was going to lend you" "Oh..." "Pretty much. I think you'll like it" "Do you?" "I've read it more than once" * Watching Eren, the omega was still crying. He was trying. The kid was really trying. Zeke's death had hit him hard, but some part of Eren was still in denial. He could see it all over his face... that and Eren had told him he was lying. Soon the second wave of shock was yet to set in. Placing his book down in his lap, he sighed softly "I could read to you. It might help take your mind off things" "Like Zeke?" "Maybe. Probably not, but hey. You could get so bored you fall asleep" "I don't want to sleep" "You don't want to do much of anything, do you?" Eren's lip quivered, his voice dropping as he whispered guiltily "No... I... I don't even want to be..." "Then what? What do you want to do?" "I don't know" "Ok. We still have another three and a half hours before Hanji comes. How far do think we can get?" "I... I don't know. I don't know the words" "It's no harder than Narnia" * Eren really wasn't sure about this. His brain felt like it was having a meltdown, yet his actions seemed to be completely contradictory to that. He was sure the word was contradictory, Levi had taught it to him. If he closed his eyes, even for a second, all he'd see was Zeke. But whatever his brain was doing, it wouldn't let him grieve. He felt disconnected, and it was scary as fuck. His brother was gone. Yet there he was. Having an almost calm conversation with Levi "I... will you wake me if I fall asleep" "Do you want me to?" "I don't want to see Zeke" He didn't want the last memory of Zeke to be him being murdered. Not when it was the same for his mother. The two people who'd looked after him, both killed in front of his eyes while he'd been useless. He didn't want to see it again. He couldn't see it again "Ok" Ok? He got the feeling Levi wouldn't wake him. His chest already tightened with that knowledge. Picking up the book in his lap, Levi opened it to the beginning. The alpha starting to read as if he hadn't acted like a bad omega. Living with Zeke, his brother had told him all the ways he'd misbehaved. He'd shown him how to be a good omega again... he'd shown that bad side to Levi, so the fact he hadn't left confused him. As he'd guessed, he must have dozed off. Levi's smooth voice didn't falter once as he read. It'd almost been like a lullaby, lulling him into a false sense of security. His dream was full of Zeke. Zeke screaming at him to run, while Eren fought the hand around his ankle. He woke to find himself purring in an attempt to calm himself down, flinching as burnt when he realised Hanji hand her hand on his. He couldn't stomach her touch. He'd thought it just mental, until his stomach rebelled and he threw up weakly down his front. Immediately trying to clean it up, he didn't mean to fight. She was only doing what she always did, trying to help. But each time she hushed him, or brushed against his skin, he'd vomit again. Zeke had been late home. He hadn't been able to stop them... "Hanji, let me do it" "I've got this, Levi" "It's nothing personal, but touching him isn't ok" How did he know that? He couldn't remember telling Levi that... "He knows I'm not going to hurt him" "When did mental illness ever have the decency to make sense? I can smell his fear. We already had to change his doctor over to a female because he couldn't handle males in the room" They did? He couldn't remember this. Placing her hand on his forehead, Eren whimpered as his stomach clenched. Hanji wasn't like those men... she wouldn't do anything like that... he didn't want to fear her "Sweetheart. It's ok. I just wanted to check your temperature. You feel a little warm" Didn't they have those ear thermometer things for that? Removing her hand, she started gathering his soiled blankets up "Levi, there should be fresh blankets in the wardrobe beside you. These need to be washed" "S-sorry" He didn't know what else to say "It's ok, honey. We need to have a little talk, but I won't touch you, if you don't want to be touched" Eren shook his head slowly "You don't want to be touched?" "N-no" "Ok, honey. I understand" What did she understand? And why didn't he understand it too? Shivering as the blanket was pulled off, he looked to Levi "It's ok. She doesn't bite" "You're not funny" "I think I am" "Well you're wrong. Hand me those fresh blankets, then drop these ones down in the wash trolley. I need to talk to Eren in private" What? No. He had no idea why, and despite everything that had happened, his omega had decided Levi was the only one he could be near. It wasn't even something he could control.

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While I love Grant Gustin to pieces, I'm not looking forward to watching an hour long comic con involving him and Kevin praising WestAllen. Though I can't help but be curious about his forced answered and body language. If it's not too much trouble, could you pinpoint some of those moments in the video? I know it's on YouTube so I'd have no problem finding it. I'd just rather not watch the whole thing. Thank you in advance!

Here’s what I can sum up from the video.

VIP is $311. x Grant looks and acts tired from shooting Season 4 overall. David Rappaport knew him from 90210 and casthim in the role. David is also responsible for casting Candice too.Andrea was there. Right behind him at his signing booth.

Kevin moderated the interview, he compares Grant’s work ethic to Matt Damon’s. Grantkeeps smiling and waving at his fans, he’s genuine even though he looks tired.Fame and wealth make Grant nervous, that’s why he doesn’t do many cons.Kevin keeps praising Season 4 over and over but he doesn’t mean it in histone. Grant is just nodding along. Praising the show along with him. Especially because they know what it’s leading up to. These questions are pre-screened, nothing is said on the air that Grant is not prepared to answer.On how he was cast: he tested the same time as Carlos. He claims theonly person he did a chemistry read was with Candice. I notice how he spokethere, he was lying because we would have seen it by now in some way, leaked or on a DVD. He neglected to bring up his screen test with EBR,which was on Season 1 DVD, his “chemistry test” with Candice was not, “so much chemistry.” Why can’t we see it then?12:46 is where the WA talk begins. The “drama for the sake of drama comment.” Even with the small cheering Grant’s face saysit all…his body scrunches up, his shoulders are held back and tight,his face is holding something that looks like a forced smile but he isn’t smiling,he’s acting, trying to sell WA. Kevin in spite of having the question already memorized looks down.

Kevin ignores the that fact of WA are step-siblings and insteadcalls them “childhood besties” no mention of incest at all going right into “nowyou guys are married.” Grant during all of this was holding a fist and fidgeting a lot,why he is so uncomfortable? If he has chemistry with CP, why does he giveoff so much discomfort whenever WA is brought up? Grant also says “if we canstay on the air long enough” and “I hope everyone saw the finale” which indicates he isn’tconfident in the show anymore. He doesn’t know what will happen. He triesto sell us WA but he can’t help being honest in the same answer, he can’tlie but he can’t piss off his bosses. When Grant mentions “I guess we’llsee…a kid? In the future.” A small crowd cheers but when the camera pansto the crowd nobody is smiling. 

I’ve counted, maybe 4-5 WAs in a sea of 8,000, andeveryone is just as serious as Grant. These are not WA stans, they are superGG fans. Nobody cares about WA.

14:16 is where it ends. Grant is relievedthe discussion is over. His curt laugh at the end points that out.6-23 was the date of the panel, Grant hasn’t gotten the script yet, but will receive it on that weekend. When this is posted Grant will have already gotten the script.On Monday the 25th was the meeting with HELLbing.Season 1 Grant was reading The New 52 to learn about BA and TF. Season 2he stopped doing that so he can focus more on the acting. He also said “as someone growingup with superheroes you don’t want to get sick of it.” Grant’s energy really picked up when Kevin started talking about the firstepisode he directed. You can tell Grant loves working with him. Kevin feelsthe same way. When they are just talking Flash, it looks natural, less forced,less promo salesman, it looks like two friends talking as opposed to Viris or WA awkwardness. 

22.56 is where Kevin brings up “in every episode there is always a WA peptalk scene” it seemed they just glazed over it and Grant just nods “yup” in a repeated manner agreeing that it’s monotonous to do. 

Grant praises Jesse L Martin, being a fan of his because he bonded with himfirst and he was in Rent. Tom Canavagh is brought up and Grant says he ishis favorite actor to work with. Grant talked about Tom and Grant, the moviewas based on their real on set unfunny gags, Tom wrote and directed the shortmovie. After wrapping up Season 3 Grant had plans to do a movie and Tom filmedthe short movie in 2 days. The movie Grant was supposed be a part of “fell through”it could be referring to a recast because he wasn’t available at the time.Grant says he likes Time Travel and fans will ask him questions but he alwayssays he is confused. If the writers knew what they were writing about, I’msure Grant would have a clearer answer for the fans. He clearly likes it whenBarry time travels but when it’s used the right way.He loves Captain Cold and Wentworth as a “frienemy.” Big cheers for thatone and pan to the crowd to see smiles. Weather Wizard was brought up ashis favorite rogue. Mark Hamill as The Trickster.Kevin said his favorite season is the first one and that his favorite episodewas 1x15 where Barry time travels for the first time, Danielle was mentioned. He quotes the show as “Dawson’s Creek with capes.” Greg Berlanti wasa head writer on Dawson’s Creek. 28:17 is where Grant demonstrates how he does “the run” on the show. They don’tshoot his legs in frame. At the beginning they did with a treadmill.Grant is aware of what people are saying about his physic, body frame andKevin states “you have a runner’s body.” Grant agrees, “I have more of a runner’sbody than any other type.” Grant’s favorite episode is the Season 1 finale. Grant is very proud of theepisode and Kevin agrees as he brings up his infamous crying video he postedon youtube that gave him the opportunity to direct the show.Fan Q&A was around 30min mark. First question was: What is going to happenwith Nora Allen? Grant’s response is “she’s trapped in our time. We’re probablygoing to see Barry help her get back to her time.” Second question was about Grant’s education. He never graduated from ElonUniversity but was made an Alumni. He left after hisSophomore year to go on the road for “West Side Story.” Grant didn’t believehe would end up on TV, he thought he would be on the Broadway stage.Third question was about how they shoot each episode. Grant says they prepfor a week prior with table reads of the script, then shoot an episode for8-9 days. The network and studio watch it and make notes and cuts, during that time the SFX are added in. Every time an episode is finished it is 2 months agoso the show has a lot of time to omit, re shoot, polish what they want interms of what will make the cut. I don’t believe at all the show runnersare avoiding the feedback. They could easily incorporate so many things for future episodes it’sthat they choose not to. Do not tell me this is hard for them to do. Thisis how TV is run, especially a show like this. Grant says his favorite crossovers to shoot was possibly the last one inEarth X, but it was the hardest one, the Supergirl crossover was highlightedbecause of the location in LA. Grant lives in Venice Beach, Ca. Brandon Routhis his favorite actor to work with aside from Melissa and Stephen.Grant says working with Tom is a blessing and a challenge. He lovesbeing directed by Tom almost as good as being directed by Kevin. Flash has made him want to be a director but he doesn’t see it happeningwith the show. He calls it “impossible” but he mentions being interested indirecting an episode for their last season if “they let him.” The amountof control these show runners have is disgusting. Grant is a decent person and the star.He shouldn’t feel apprehensive if he wanted to direct, it’d be an honor if he did.He understands the character better than anyone. Kevin snuck in “before itall ends, who knows it might go on forever” Grant responds with “notforever.” At 38:10 the question is: how many more seasons do you think the show isgoing to do? He said at least 3 more, that takes it up to Season 7 but he saysanything could happen. Kevin adds “it’s strong in the ratings forThe CW.” Meaning if it was on a real network, it would be already cancelled.2 million viewers is not high. Right now with the adjusted they are at 3.0,with a demo of .6 thanks to the horrible Season 4 disaster Viris WA obsession. Kevin also added which surprisedme “the show will go on as long as Grant wants it to go.” Grant said he knew Kevin was gonna say that. Kevin says back it could go on for 26 seasons. Grant says sarcastically “imagine that?” Grant’s favorite musical is “Singin in the Rain” which got him interested in performing. The best part of being Flash is they give him his own superhero suit. Hementions wanting an authentic version of Christopher Reeves Superman suit.He likes wearing Star Labs and CCPD sweatshirts. The guy who asked the questionstarted asking Kevin a question and Grant was all “wtf wasn’t this supposedto be about me”? Everyone in the crowd laughed.His most difficult scene to film which was also his favorite was the scenewith Barry and his mom at the end of Season 1. His other most difficultscene was in Tom Canvanagh’s directed episode 3x19 where EmoBarry was. Kevincalled Grant with the wig “My Chemical Barry.” Grant said it was hard to shootbecause of the two conflicting emotions of playing Present Barry and FutureBarry wearing “a stupid wig.” Kevin compared EmoBarry to a “Hot Topic Employee.”Grant’s favorite Season is the first one, mainly because of how well the finale was constructed “so perfectly.”46:18 is where the question about which he prefers: his fictional WArelationship or his real relationship with Andrea. His exact words are: “Ienjoy my real relationship much more. Nothing against Candice, love to d-greatly.Yeah, it’s obviously very different. One is scripted for me and fictional.One plays itself out and I love her very much in real life. So, I think thoseare probably the biggest differences.” He doesn’t know what to say, the questionitself was lame, obviously there are huge separations from fiction and fact something the delusional doesn’t comprehend.Grant feels uncomfortable answering but he was polite and humored the guywho was obviously a huge Gr*ndice and WA stan. One of the 5 stans in there.When Grant does cons he doesn’t know how much it means to people and he’sgrateful for everything the fans give. He loves what he does. Grant loved filming the musical episode. No WA mentions. Especially singing “Superfriend”because he got to tap dance again. The crowd wants him to sing the song andGrant says he won’t. He thinks the heroes in real life are the troops, his mom because she was a single mother and supported his dreams.A fan asked “will we get a Run Nora, Run from Barry?” Grant credits Tom formaking that line iconic. Kevin agrees. Kevin says he did versions of theline in “The Runaway Dinosaur” because he loved it so much. Kevin said it is the show’s version of “May the force be with you.” No mention of “we are the flash” I wonder why….Grant answered what he has learned being The Flash and Grant credits Season1 again. He learned a lot from Barry’s empathy, his humility. He is a betterman than Grant is. 

Grant got another fan request shout out but in the videohe said “Are we ready? You’re not here but 8,000 other people are.” Crowdwent nuts. The same fan asked him if he wanted to play a Marvel superhero,which would he play. He said Spider-Man. Grant comments on what it’s like to be the star of a TV show. Even thoughhe knows he is the star in truth, he is very humble in saying it’s an ensembleshow. No mentions of CP or IW or WA. Hear that stans who stalk this blog? Grant is too much of a gentlemen to bait you demons.Grant’s most embarrassing scene was when he slide across the floor in 4x02“Mixed Signals” paying homage to Risky Business. He says because he has “chickenlegs.” He also says in the finale when Wally comes back he dropped 6 champagne glasses in 2 takes. It’s included in the bloopers. He says if he goes to the Vancouver Con he will bringhis dogs. Grant says he watches when people on set run and walk and compare it to howhe does it unintentionally. He’s met people in life that want to race him.He feels like he is a fast runner in real life, but he admits out loud hedoesn’t like running. When they are using science jargon, Grant doesn’t know what they are talking about unless he googles it. Grant loves playing the villain more than the hero. Savitar was a lot of fun for him to play. It could be because he loved working with Danielle more closely but the show will not allow any Snowbarry mentions, he’s there to plug WA, it would destroy WA as a whole and he knows it.The last couple of minutes they were talking about Grant’s famous slide into scenes, he does it at the last minute of the interview. Do with the information as you will. Grant has highs and lows here. Whenthe lows are pretty low it’s jarring when they are high it’s obvious wherehis heart is. He is a good guy that doesn’t deserve the bad treatment he’sbeen getting. Whether it’s about his character, CP’s repeated abuse of him and body shamming. Grant is nothing but friendly and takes the punches with thepraise. I hope he does more cons in the future, maybe when he is more rested and less fatigued.