#juliette or key of dreams

[theloverstomb]

Juliette, or Key of Dreams, 1951, dir. Marcel Carné

[dailykoreanpop]

SHINee's Key and Minho reported to have re-signed with SM Entertainment

After the surprising news that Taemin and Onew are leaving SM Entertainment, many fans are wondering about the status of SHINee's Key and Minho. According to reports, it appears Key and Minho will continue their journey with SM Entertainment.

According to an exclusive March 5 report by News1, Key and Minho have decided to renew their contracts with SM. If this is true, this marks their fourth contract renewal with the company.

Previously, News1 exclusively reported that Taemin, the youngest member of SHINee, is leaving SM after 16 years. In contrast, Key and Minho, whose contracts were also due to expire, have decided to renew their contracts and continue their career under SM. Both Key and Minho are actively pursuing individual activities. Key is making appearances on variety shows such as "Amazing Saturday" and "Crime Scene," while Minho is engaging in acting, having met audiences last year through the movie "New Normal."

Since debuting in 2008 with "Replay," SHINee has enjoyed popularity with hits like "Love Like Oxygen," "Juliette," "Ring Ding Dong," "Everybody," "Sherlock," and "Dream Girl."

Meanwhile, there are reports that Onew, the eldest member of SHINee, is going to be a free agent after his contract with SM ends.

Regardless of their individual decisions for their solo careers, it is known that Onew, Minho, Key, and Taemin will continue their group activities under SM in the future.

Credit: Allkpop

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 40

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 1407

Warnings: Swearing, violence, pregnancy complications

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Hi Lo Hold On For Your Life

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Ghost

Amid the chaos and fending for her life, Hangman's, and Maverick's, Ghost had forgotten a crucial thing: Rooster and Juliette. They were meant to swing by with their keys, and Ghost only remembered when she saw Rooster standing bewildered in the doorway, staring at the all-out brawl. His eyes slid to Ghost first, still lying on the floor and barely clinging to consciousness. She refused to pass out, terrified of what she'd wake up to if she did. Hangman had blood all over him, but whether it was his, Kyle's, or Nick's, Ghost couldn't tell. Maverick had blood on him, too, but not near as much as her boyfriend.

Get up! Get up! Get up! Ghost screamed silently at herself. Help them!

Her brain sent the order to her muscles, but they refused to obey. Meanwhile, Rooster entered the fray, joining Maverick in his endeavor to take down Nick once and for all. Hangman still battled Kyle, the latter gradually gaining the upper hand. Ghost could see her boyfriend's movements slowing down, could see him struggling to stay standing, but he endured.

Help him damn it! Get up and do something! Ghost snarled internally at herself. With a Herculean effort, she began the painful process of pushing herself up. Her vision swam from the concussion she knew she had, and her head throbbed where it'd hit the corner of the TV stand. It wouldn't surprise her if it were bleeding, but that could be handled later. For now, Ghost had to help the situation rather than lying useless on the floor, no matter how badly her head hurt.

Ghost grabbed hold of the TV stand and used it to hoist herself up. She waited for her vision to stop swimming, although even when the swirling halted, it remained teetering from side to side. Still, it was better than it had been, and Ghost had Kyle's ass to kick. She took a step forward right as Hangman crouched and rushed at Kyle football-style, grabbing his waist and knocking him back directly into the coffee table, which broke and splintered on impact. She cringed, the sound exponentially louder to Ghost than it truly was, her hearing hypersensitive due to the concussion. She shut her eyes, willing the pounding in her head to calm down, and when she opened them again, Ghost found Hangman sitting atop Kyle, pinning him to the ground. Scratches marred his arms, and blood trickled down his face and soaked his shirt, but he acted okay. Looking to her left, she saw Maverick and Rooster stumble backward from Nick exploding upwards from the ground. How was he still going? 

Ghost blinked, and in that short time span, Nick collapsed to the ground. Behind him stood Juliette, a wooden baseball bat in her hands, lifted like she was ready to swing again if Nick stood. Then-

Silence.

The quiet- a sharp contrast to the noise from the brawl- exacerbated the ringing in Ghost's ears. She barely heard Rooster exclaim to Juliette, "What are you doing here?!" before hurling the contents of her stomach onto the floor. 

"Ghost?!" Hangman shouted as she collapsed to her knees. Maverick rushed to her side, pulling her hair back as she vomited two more times. 

"The cops will be here shortly," Juliette's distant voice said shakily. 

"I told you to wait in the car!" Rooster snapped, righting the toppled armchair and ushering her into it. "What the hell were you thinking coming in here?"

"You were taking too long. I thought something might be wrong. I barely got to the window when I saw the fight, so I ran back to the car and grabbed the crowbar. When I returned and saw Nick stand, I realized he didn't know I was there, I saw the opportunity and took it."

"You took it! And put yourself and the twins in dang-"

"Bradley, I had the chance to do something, and I did it! Don't yell at me right now. We can argue about this later. For now, make sure Nick stays down until the cops come here." Juliette's tone, firm and furious, forced Rooster to listen. He grudgingly stalked over to the unconscious Seresin brother and pinned his arms behind his back.

"Ghost, you okay?" Juliette asked from across the room.

"My head..." Ghost groaned, clutching the backside of it. Warm liquid touched her skin, confirming her suspicion that it'd been bleeding.

"Lean back," Maverick ordered kindly. Ghost listened willingly but kept her eyes on Hangman, scanning him for any injuries. She couldn't see any through his blood-soaked shirt. 

"Jake, are you okay?" she croaked out.

"I'm good." 

Ghost noticed his wan pallor and decided Hangman was anything but 'good.' "Mav, help me over to him."

The Captain shook his head. "I don't think-"

"Either you help me, or I do it myself."

With a sigh of defeat, Maverick assisted Ghost in standing, keeping a firm hand around her waist to keep her upright. She sank to her knees beside Hangman the moment she reached him and gingerly grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. "Is the blood yours or-"

"I don't know," Hangman admitted, leaning back when Maverick took over restraining Kyle, who had begun to stir. He sat on his heels and reached out to tug Ghost closer to him. She willingly allowed the embrace, melting in his arms when he kissed the top of her head. 

"Jules, you okay?" Ghost slurred slightly, forcing her eyes to stay open. Sleep sounded like the best possible thing. It's all she could think about.

"Yeah. Shaken, but good. I'll help in a second and-"

"You going to stay right there until the cops come," Rooster interrupted shortly. "Your blood pressure is high enough. I don't want it getting any-"

Police entering the scene cut him off, and suddenly, a new flurry of activity overtook the apartment. Hangman tried standing but couldn't; instead, he swayed in place as if he might pass out. Ghost attributed it to the adrenaline wearing off, but when he fell forward and caught himself on all fours, that's when she saw the knife embedded in his back. Saw the slash wounds in his shirt, blood seeping out like little waterfalls. 

Ghost had never screamed in her life before, but she did then. Screamed for someone to help him as the last of his strength finally gave out, and he collapsed in a heap. Ghost tried catching him, but her own injuries had zapped her strength, so the most she did was stop his head from crashing into the debris of the broken coffee table.

Paramedics surrounded them, and Ghost scrambled backward to allow them to work. Maverick dropped to her side, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. Ghost's head spun once more, but this time, not from her concussion. From seeing Hangman's ghastly injuries. 

The paramedics blocked her view of him, and all she could think was that they needed more EMTs. So many injuries and so few people. God must've heard her thoughts because more first responders arrived shortly after, and they assessed her injuries along with Maverick's. The Captain, outside of a possible mild concussion and some wounds that would need minor stitching, was relatively okay. She was in the same boat, albeit with a moderate, possibly severe, concussion. 

"What- Jake. How's- how's Jake?" Ghost demanded, straining to see past the paramedics. 

"Get off me, pigs!" Nick's irate shouts pierced the air, and the sound caused a shudder to run down Ghost's spine. Maverick stood, expression murderous and only distorted by a brief wince of pain. He stared Nick down, watching him be dragged away by two burly cops. If looks could kill...

"We need to get him to the emergency room immediately," an EMT declared, capturing Ghost's attention. "We need a helicopter. Ambulance won't be fast enough."

"One's on the way," another responded.

"Good. Hey, uh, Miss, are you okay?" The man referred to Juliette. Ghost peered around him to study her friend, disturbed to find her standing and staring into space. Rooster cupped his fiancée's face, desperately attempting to get her attention. He failed, only succeeding in catching Juliette when her legs gave out from underneath her. He lay her on the floor, and then, Ghost noticed with horror that her best friend's body twitched and jerked uncontrollably; her eyes rolled in the back of her head. 

Juliette was having a seizure.

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[marsneedstherapy]

How The Great War by Taylor Swift mirrors the plot of These Violent Delight and Our Violent End by Chloe Gong

[...]

Sucker punching walls, curse you as I sleep-talked - both times when one hated the other

Spineless in my tomb of silence - each other refuses to explain what they actually did and why

Tore your banners down, took the battle underground - no one in juliette’s family knew they were dating, so when roma betrays her when they’re 15, no one can know why she hates him so viscerally besides the fact that he is a white flower 

[...] 

All that bloodshed, crimson clover, sweet dream was over - Nurse died, and so did Roma’s mother, the “sweet dream was over” because it was no longer pure teenage happiness and love

My hand was the one you reached for, all throughout the great war - they kept finding themselves back with each other through the blood feud and all their relationship’s complicatedness 

Always remember - in TVD despite roma and juliette working together, juliette tried her best to remind herself what roma had done the years before, even though he seems like the same person, the same person who loved her. 

[...] 

You drew up some good faith treaties - when they were younger they had always dreamt of stopping the blood feud when they were older, especially roma. 

[...] 

And maybe it’s the past that’s talkin’ - in tvd when juliette and roma are working together she keeps getting reminded of who he was when they were 15, as well she mentions how despite her hatred towards him she is still low-key attracted to him, “It felt like her cells were betraying her on a molecular level” but says that it is probably because of the past they shared that she feels like this, so maybe it's the past that talkin’. 

[...] 

Tellin’ me to punish you for things you never did - this goes for both of them because they both did “bad” things, but both did not actually happen. Roma “wanting” to blow up the scarlet house, and Juliette “killing” marshall. 

[...] 

It turned into something bigger - their investigations being intertwined with multiple other things, e.g. tyler cai, revolution, civil war. 

Somewhere in the haze, got a sense I’d been betrayed - there is just a shit ton of betrayal in this book series in general so this could be applied to many different things 

[...] 

Looked up at me with honor and truth - both of them admitting that they didn’t actually want to/do the bad thing 

Broken and blue, so I called off the troops - when juliette fakes her own death in ove to give more time to the white flower to get out of the city before the purge of white flowers + communist

That was the night I nearly lost you, I really thought I lost you - when roma thought that juliette had actually died in ove, when she had faked her death. 

[...] 

There was no morning glory, it was war, it wasn’t fair - they both wished they did not have to do what they did but it was war it wasn’t fair. “I could never be your lover Roma. Only your killer.” “This is what this city did to lovers.” It was war, it wasn’t fair. 

[...] 

We’re burned for the better - the explosion, fire. They sacrificed themselves for the betterment of their city. (even tho they didn’t actually die) 

I vowed I would always be yours - I feel as though this is self-explanatory…. they got married…..

I would always be yours, cause we survived the great war - they stopped the blood feud, they fled the city, and the blood feud could never tear them apart again. 

[smtown-tourist-juliette]

Juliette Chapter 34 Cover

SHINee's Dream Girl promotions kick-off with their first ever Premier Spoiler Event hosted by Melon. SHINee is eager to showcase to their fans everything that they've been working months to prepare with all of the insider scope and get a chance to interact with their fans by performing brand-new songs and answering questions posted by the Shawols. Will this event stand as a foreshadowing of how the rest of their comeback will turn out? Will The Misconceptions album series be a new fan favorite, or will it flop before SHINee's Dream Girl promotions have even started?

It's Valentine's Day, and as two active male idols, Ren and Sehun are on the receiving end of some Valentine's Day chocolates, but the boys aren't as pleased as you would think to receive these delicious sweet treats. Past memories of failed relationships and horrible first-kiss experiences are reawakened for Sehun, and Ren finds himself confessing to never having had his first kiss. Sehun comes up with a plan that might benefit both of them, but will Ren agree? Why has Sehun taken Ren out to his favorite hiding spot behind the bushes when it's cold and snowy outside?

In the wake of Jonghyun moving out of the SHINee dorm, Key finds himself longing for a companion to take his mind off of his best friend's absence. A furry little angel named Comme Des sheds a new light on Key's life and fills an empty void in his heart, but will the addition of a new furry roommate go over well with the rest of SHINee? How will they react when Key returns from his shopping trip with something other than the hottest new outfit and a new designer bag?

The moment has come for Jonghyun to profess his love for Key. Jonghyun plans on confessing to Key after their White Day performance on M Countdown, but he can't do it without some help from the rest of SHINee. Jonghyun's wish is to hold the one he loves on White Day. Will this wish come true? Will Key accept his love confession after everything they've been through together? In the months since ending their friends-with-benefits setup, has Key finally managed to fall out-of-love with Jonghyun?

Find out as Jonghyun finally puts the final pieces of his plan into action in Chapter 34, Taemin's OTP Becomes Cannon. Head on over to Asianfanfics to check it out!

[creacherkeeper]

Spice for the autumnal asks, because I miss hearing about your haunted/cursed house experiences!

ohohoho thank you juliette <333

spice - have you ever encountered a house that you believed to be haunted?

(general spooky cw's apply here but i'll put more specific ones if needed)

so i lived in two haunted houses growing up. and when i say haunted houses i mean legit 100% definitely haunted to the degree of i would absolutely not believe in ghosts otherwise but i would be so stupid and willfully obtuse to not believe in ghosts after living in these houses. like other people have been ghost deniers and then i tell them all the stories of my extremely haunted family and they're like "i both believe in and am afraid of ghosts now"

so some background

my moms side of the family is Very haunted. lots of people in their family have had Experiences but the ones ive heard the most about have been from my mom and her siblings. my uncle very frequently saw a native american woman with long black hair walking around their house, most often sitting in his room and brushing her hair. the entire sibling squad and their cousins saw a person walking down the street and stop and fly over a ditch and then land and walk up to a house. my mom has had photographs talk to her. theyve all had prophetic dreams and frequently have family-oriented esp (like calling a family member they havent spoken to in four months at the exact moment that family member is calling them, or knowing when bad things have happened to family members. or even knowing i had a dream about a specific family member even though i hadnt told anyone)

the house that we lived in when i was a baby was so haunted that we had to move because no one would babysit me

the most common thing that happened was people hearing things that werent there. for example, my mom would be home with me, the garage door would open, the keys would jangle, the house door would open and shut, she would hear my dad whistling and then setting his keys down on the counter. then she would walk in and no one would be there because my dad was actually still at work. or if someone was babysitting me, they could hear my parents come home and talking as they walked in, but they weren't actually there, and when they would call my parents they would still be 30 minutes away. this exclusively happened when someone was alone with me so no one ever wanted to be alone with me anymore

also while living at this house, when i was about 1 1/2 or not quite 2, i told my mother i remembered when i used to be her mother. when she questioned me what i meant i got too angry and wouldnt respond to her anymore even though i was a very docile toddler usually

(pregnancy/miscarriage cw) at another house, my mom had her first of two very late term miscarriages. she woke up in the middle of the night but didn't know what had woken her up. she was lying on her back. then suddenly a cloudy black shape bubbled up out of her stomach, paused for a moment hovering over her, and then shot up through the ceiling. she had a miscarriage the next day

the house that i lived in from ages 8 to 18 was also extremely haunted. lots and lots of stuff happened at that house

very frequently there would be the unmistakable sound of feet running up the stairs. it was a brand new house and the stairs didn't make noise otherwise. just feet running up them every once in a while. the dogs would always go crazy barking and run to the stairs looking for who was there but no one ever was. this happened a lot when i was home alone

this also only happened on my bedroom door but i had one of the long handles not the round one, and very often the handle would push down, pause for a moment, the door would push open and stop halfway, pause, and then close again. i thought maybe it was just me but my parents were in my bedroom one time when it happened and were like jesus christ you were telling the truth

this only happened with me and my mom but we heard piano music in the house all the time

one time my mom was home alone and walked into the foyer and there was a girl sitting on the stairs. my mom freaked a little but thought she was from the neighborhood and came in through the backdoor (we didnt keep it locked) and said "hello?" and the girl looked at her and then vanished

also not totally sure this one counts bc sleeping, but once a woman in a tattered white wedding dress with long black hair woke me up in the middle of the night and told me to get out of my bed and go sleep in a different one. i didnt question it at the time but i woke up later like. wait wtf. found out the next day that this woman is a very common ghost to see

i think the one i've been personally present for that had the most participants was when me, my mom, and 5 of the baby cousins were playing in the backyard. they were all between ages 7 and 12, i was 16 or 17. i had to pee so i told them i was going inside and would be right back, and when i came back out they were all laughing. i asked what they were laughing about and my mom kind of rolled her eyes and was like they thought it was really funny you were waving to them from your bedroom window. i was like oh haha yeah just trying to be silly :) and then pulled my mom aside and was like i literally was not in my bedroom. she got very serious and was like dont lie to me we literally ALL saw you very clearly waving to us from the window. i was like i went in and peed and came right back and i never even went upstairs. we're the only ones home there's no one upstairs. she got very mad and told me to stop trying to scare her. when i was still speaking to her a few years ago she still didnt believe i hadnt gone upstairs and still believed i was lying because they "all saw me so clearly"

i do wonder if "ghosts" are just places where the multiverse overlaps with itself a little bit? all my supernatural encounters are just totally normal things that shouldn't be happening when they're happening. people who WOULD be there but arent right now. doors opening in the exact way i walk through them but im just not walking through them right then. people seeing me waving through a window when that IS something i would do, i just didnt do it

i've never had a "malicious" ghost encounter save for one incident that i never got an answer about. it was pretty simple. i woke up with the shape of a hand bruised around my knee. like someone had grabbed my leg while i was sleeping. my parents were the only ones home and neither of them had done it. their hands didnt even line up with the bruise. and no matter how much i contorted i couldnt twist my hand to fit onto it. but it was unmistakably four fingers and a thumb grabbing my knee. i dont remember if i had any dreams that night, but i never "heard from" that ghost again

so thats. why i believe in ghosts. lol. it would be dumb of me not too. i dont inherently think ghosts are dead people, like i said above. i think its just some spacetime fabric getting all ruffled up. but theres a lot about the universe we dont understand. why not some thats a little spooky?

now does that explain why my moms family is also definitely werewolves and just refused to tell me? maybe a little. but thats a whole other story

[misscrazyfangirl321]

Grimm 1x01

*Hank is a confirmed Shutterbug.

*Hank has been married 4 times. I always forget.

*Nick seeing his first woge in the first minute of the episode is a Good Call. Also, my heart at him buying that ring for Juliette. The ring Juliette will never wear.

*Also Nick the profiler. AU where Nick, Audrey, and Will are just cops together and Lucy is the local history professor who gets caught up in their cases.

*"I didn't know you couldn't sing." Their friendship my HEART.

*The Time Wars crossovers are turning into the Big Four of Back in the Day.

*Oooooo the aunt Marie introduction! Played like a villain! Like Ashley! Saving the reveal for later on!

*"Do you have a photo of her?" "Uh, yeah, on my iPhone." Literally Nobody would say it like that.

*.... Nick and Lucy could have met taking Carol and Marie to treatments. .... Except for the whole "different states" thing.

*Marie couldn't move for a week when she saw her first Wesen. We know from later on that she was 11. My HEART.

*Nick killing his first Wesen with the power of "shooting him a whole bunch of times"

*THE KEY. Ohhhh the keys my beloved storyline.

*AU where Meg transfers out of Old City to get a from the Weirdness and ends up working in a Portland hospital. And then her first patient is Aunt Marie.

*Might just let four narratives entwine irrevocably and change each other forever. Idk.

*Renard looking out for Nick... I know he has Ulterior Motives and everything, but to a point, he really does treat his men as his People, under his protection. I think there's some sincerity in that.

*Cannot get over the fact that one of the biggest images from the ads for this-Juliette running through the woods in a red dress-is from a three second dream that has no bearing on the show ever.

*"I think it was just a cat." Juliette, having no idea that a cat will change the course of her life forever.

*Oh, right, Marie was a librarian at one point.

*Hank being the one to figure out that the girl went through the park.... Is very important to me. Nick knows people. But Hank's not just someone who tags along. He's a really good cop.

*R.H. Robin Howell. Red (riding) Hood. I'd forgotten how Specific this show gets sometimes.

*Monroe and Nick's first meeting was so bad, guys. So, so bad. I always forget how truly bad it was. I remember the tackle through the window, but that was the second meeting. The first... Oof.

*"And by the way, you're paying for that window."

*"You people started profiling us over 200 years ago." Given how the show progresses, this has the same mood as that post about Julius Ceasar dying well over 70 years ago. Or was that Abraham Lincoln? Anyway, that.

*"No, I'm here because of the little girl." And "We're not things." . Very similar to Will's "You said you were tracking the boy," and later, Magnus' "I'm not sure how he'd feel about you calling him a thing." Just. Similar.

*Okay but Monroe and Nick's dynamic is made 10x funnier by the fact that Monroe is 10 years older than Nick. Just. Very Tired Guy Does Not Get Paid Enough For This Nonsense. (But yes, obviously he's going to help. Just, for goodness' sake, could you please learn to go to bed at a reasonable time?)

*See, Hank and Joe have very similar roles: The grounded partner to contrast the one who sees the Impossible. The voice of reason to keep the out there one grounded. But whereas Joe is basically a paper cutout designed to look ridiculous while Will looks smart, Hank is a really intelligent man and an excellent cop.

*Wait Adalind really just straight-up tried to kill Marie right in front of Nick? Like, you couldn't have waited until visiting hours were over? You were disguised as a nurse, so it wouldn't have caused you problems.

*"Let's hope she doesn't wake up first." * Immediate cut to Marie opening her eyes* Brilliant episode ending tbh.

[wjforever]

Shatter me again. Chapter 1

A different reading of the entire Shatter me series. Let's relive it again.

Darkness. Something so fickle and eternal, absolute and worthless, base and sublime. This is complete emptiness and fullness, absence and meaning, finiteness and infinity, life and death. It's there and it's not there. It is near, and it is nowhere. You can feel it on your skin, it brushes the back of your head, and you can never reach it. Revelation and secrecy. Breath and vacuum.

The darkness envelops me like a shroud. I'm barely breathing. I'm breathing too frequent and too fast. My eyes are motionless. My eyes are darting from side to side. 

I'm chained to the light. The only ray of hope in this darkness. The only warmth. But this heat doesn't warm. Not today. Not now.

Silence. It's the eternal companion of darkness, destroyed by my breathing, the beating of my heart, the pounding in my ears.

Time. I lost count of it. I don't know how long I've been sitting like this. I know exactly how much. 264 days. Bound to the monitor with eyes, mind and heart.

I turn my gaze to the papers lying next to me. I read and reread them hundreds of thousands of times, as if I could find something new in them. As if this is my solace, a mantra, a nightly ritual that I repeat over and over and over again.

I look at the monitor one more time. Mesmerized, fascinated by the light that blinds me, but I can't tear myself away from it.  It's all about her. Motionless, she sits huddled in a corner. She doesn't move, and neither do I. I know absolutely everything about her, and I know nothing about her. I'm in the darkness.

Juliette Ferrars. This name. I pronounce it over and over again. I like the way it tastes on my tongue. I like the way it rolls in my mouth, gets stuck in my throat, making me choke.  She won't sleep. She sleeps so little. She seems to be constantly in a dream, in some kind of trance. And I want to be inside those dreams of hers. I'll never be able to.

I look at the papers again. Stacks of documents, certificates, resolutions. They will never be able to give me the answers to the questions I have. They will never let me inside her subconscious.

She doesn't move. Downtrodden, wretched, pathetic. She's not. I can feel her power, even through the distance, even through the monitor screen. Her weakness is just a shell in which she keeps herself. The real Juliette is there, hidden inside, within these fetters, these endless dreams. And I feel the need to be there. Inside her thoughts.

What's going on in that head? What is she thinking about when she raises her head, when she looks out the only small window? Restrained power. So powerful that it defies description.

Her weakness and fragility is deceptive. She is incredibly strong. She can easily and unhindered destroy you with just a touch. A wild and dangerous beast, a predator trapped, driven into a corner. Its coat has faded, but it's still deadly. It can tear you to pieces at any moment, if you just give it a chance, lower your guard. A predator will always be a predator. And I want to feel it myself. To be torn apart by this predator. I want to touch this power, feel this power. I need it.

She could destroy the whole world if she wanted to.

I look at her for hours, catching her every move, even the slightest. I try to understand her, to slip through, to seep into her mind. To unravel her by gestures, breathing, eye movements.  She's like the answer to my questions. She's the key. The answer to all the riddles. The Messiah, crucified on the cross, only to ascend in the end. To rise to greatness.

If only I understood her, if only I could get to know her more, better. Pick a lock pick for this sturdy lock. If only I could break this shell, twisted the bars and unleash the predator to the wild. Give it free rein. Give it the opportunity to show its strength, its superiority. Give it water, and food, and warmth. For those eyes to shine again, so that this power begins to flow like a stream.

She could change this world. Fix all its mistakes. Destroy and reassemble. Restart the system and start from scratch. To cure an incurable disease that has engulfed the whole world. Destroy those who feast on the remains of the animal they have killed.

She's the answer. She's the key. She's the clue.

If only it all depended on me. I'm in charge, but I'm nothing. I don't decide who of them will be free and who will not. I was not given such a right, such power. They don't trust me. No one knows, of course. They shouldn't. The power must be unconditional. Once they feel your uncertainty and everything will collapse like a house of cards from a breeze. 

She wouldn't collapse. She can't be broken even by the gusts of a hurricane that demolishes everything in its path. But I'm not her. I'm just a springboard, a tool, nothing more.

I would like to be able to simply order her to be brought to me. I can't. They're cowards. They're all cowards. They are afraid that they will not be able to cope with the beast, so they starve it, hoping that it will lose its strength. They keep her in the cold, in the dark, without the opportunity to wash properly or change clothes. No elementary basic rights and freedoms. All because they are pathetic weaklings who would be easily broken by this power.

That is why all asylums are kept under the control of the supreme authority and are completely managed exclusively by them. To get her out of there, I need to be convincing enough. I need to give them something to get what I need. To get her. Early, rare wild animals were guarded. Before they wiped out most of them, even not rare ones. Now they are kept at a distance and slowly destroyed so that nothing threatens their power. Fools. As if they really believe that true power can be contained. As if HE believes. Sooner or later, she will manifest herself and then there will be no salvation for anyone.

I'll take her. I will guard this rare exceptional specimen. I already have a clear plan of action, as always. I'm playing this game by his rules. For a while. To get something from him, you need to give him what he needs. Greater power, greater force, promises of boundless superiority. She is too dangerous, too unstable and unpredictable, they say. What nonsense. Ridiculous. But now I have to overcome one more obstacle on the way to this most valuable resource.

She continues to sit, only slightly shaking her head, her lips move, but too weakly and I can't read it. I did everything so that there were better cameras there, which would allow me to see her better. But there is still no sound here. This is overkill. It's not up for discussion.

I'll give him what he wants. Promises. Proofs. Benefit. You will not be able to restrain the beast, there is no point in keeping her in a cage in your domain when there are specially equipped facilities for this. This is said as a cover to distract attention. Because of distrust. He's afraid of losing the reins. As long as she's there, she's exclusively under his control, but once she's here, next to me… I'll convince him that we're on the same side. I'll prove that I know what I'm doing. That I'm the only one who knows how to touch this predator and not be torn apart on the spot. That I'm the only one who can control this hidden power, use it. I'm the only one who knows how to tame this wild beast. It doesn't matter what it will costs. I will use all the options, all the resources, all the opportunities, all my strength to take her to me.

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Did the last episode of first kill imply that Juliette has the ability to astro project or do something funky with her dreams with the whole key snatching thing. Or was that whole sequence of her sitting at window and then being in the other room just for the camera shot.

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Tagged by @confidentandgood !! Not sure who else to tag bc I know a lot of times people can get very busy and not be able to catch up to them 😅 so I guess consider yourself tagged if you want to play!!

Mine is a little piece of the fic I'm currently working on where Nelson and Juliette finally start to form a relationship after so much time of mutual feelings that remained unresolved, but after the events of Flatliners, Nelson finally gets the courage to speak out to Juliette. Literally dying twice and coming back gives you the courage to do things you'd normally consider terrifying, like asking out the girl you had a crush on, because that's nothing compared to intentionally medically inducing death just to be resuscitated.

As usual, nobody had taken the spot on the bench at the piano, so Juliette took it. She shrugged out of her thick, pink cardigan and threw it over her backpack on the floor. Flexing each wrist by pulling back her hands, she then put her fingers on the keys and sighed before closing her eyes and beginning the song.

Juliette found herself lost in the music, all of her life and energy focused in her fingertips. It was only natural that a rather harsh tap on the shoulder scared her out of her trance so badly that one hand crashed against the keys and the other formed a fist, but she gasped and held back the fist when she saw who had knocked her out of her own little world.

"I've heard people talk about you playing, but I've never heard it myself. You're very talented, Miss Chrysler."

The compliment and tap on the shoulder came from none other than Nelson Wright, the man of Juliette's dreams, who was perched on the bench next to her. The afternoon light made his neatly styled blond hair glimmer, as if it was spun from gold. The beautiful dip in his lips made them look so kissable, especially with how close Nelson was to her…

"Nelson! Oh, uh, I mean, Dr Wright!! Dr Wright, uh, thank you," Juliette stammered then giggled, twirling a strand of her black hair around her finger and batting her lashes. "You…you liked it?"

Nelson's sweet lips formed a wider grin, and his icy blue eyes stayed locked with Juliette's. "I did like it. What song were you playing?"

Her face was now dusted with pink, the hair around her finger being spun faster and tighter as she continued to twirl. "Ah, it's…um…it's Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata, Movement One. It's the…It's the only one I can remember by heart," she said this while cupping her own face and casting her eyes down. "I have a whole binder of sheet music for other songs, but I left it back at my apartment. I needed room for school stuff, with finals and all, y'know?"

Nelson nodded. "I understand. You are the top student, it's no surprise you'd rather carry around study material. Not that you need it, considering you've always had the top scores in the nursing program."

Juliette smiled, biting her lip as she did so, and avoiding looking at him. "Ah, don't bring that up…I already get enough of hearing that from the teachers around here."

"I hear about it from the teachers, too," Nelson said, leaning and placing his hand so that one of his arms was behind Juliette's back. "They always talk about how you should just come join us, that you've got the brains for it. Why be just a surgical assistant when you could be the surgeon?"

Juliette's breath caught in her chest when Nelson's arm moved. "I, um…I'm more of a follower, not a leader. Like, I want to be in on the surgery, obviously, but I don't want to lead it. I need a surgeon to guide my hands, y'know?"

Those perfect lips of his formed a smirk. "Well, if you don't want to become a surgeon, I am, and I'd be glad to guide your hands if you were my first surgical assistant." He eyed her hands, which were once again poised over the keys on the piano, noting how small they were, especially compared to his own. "I bet you wear a size 6.0 extra small glove, don't you?"

The question was so specific and strangely intimate that Juliette made a small squeak before responding. "I…I do…they're always having to bring in boxes of extra smalls just for me. Nobody else in my class wears them. It's kind of embarrassing, to be honest."

He shook his head and gently took one of Juliette's hands in his own, which made her freeze up, laying it on top of his so that their palms touched. The size difference was incredibly noticeable, which both Nelson and Juliette did find cute, but the physical contact was much more distracting than the comparison. Nelson knew he was getting under Juliette's skin, and Juliette felt as if she could melt right into him. 

"That is…that's a pretty big difference in size," Juliette said nervously, slowly dragging her hand off of his, instantly regretting it, missing the warmth of his palm on hers. "I would be glad to have your extra large hands guide my extra small ones in a surgery."

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[treelightcitystory]

Character Chart 

Character’s full name: Brittany Elle Ambers

Reason or meaning of name: Strong

Character’s nickname: Britt, Bri

Reason for nickname: short for Brittany

Birthdate: 4/21/96

Physical appearance

Age: 18

How old does he/she appear: 19

Weight: 108 lbs

Height: 5’7 ft

Body build: Slim

Shape of face: Diamond

Eye color: Cloudy Grey

Glasses or contacts: None

Skin tone: Porcelain

Distinguishing marks: Her hair color

Predominant features: Her grey eyes

Hair color: Platinum Blonde

Type of hair: Bangs swept to left side

Hairstyle: Short

Voice: Honeyed

Overall attractiveness: Her smirk

Physical disabilities: None

Usual fashion of dress: Light pink shirt-skirt, blue compris, blue-gray shoes

Favorite outfit: Biege sweater, white undershirt, jeans, boots

Jewelry or accessories: None

Personality

Good personality traits: Intelligent, Passionate, Creative, Devoted, Integrity

Bad personality traits: Bossy, Defiant, Whiny

Mood character is most often in: Bright

Sense of humor: Yes

Character’s greatest joy in life: Being herself without her parents around

Character’s greatest fear: Her family discovering her secret

Why? They’re all kinds of phobic

What single event would most throw this character’s life into complete turmoil? Treelight City getting discovered; her parents finding out her biggest secret

Character is most at ease when: Being herself; around the people who truly love her as she is

Most ill at ease when: Being around her parents; trapped under pressure

Enraged when: someone (mainly Michael) insults the people who had helped her when she least expected it

Depressed or sad when: her parents putting so much pressure on her to be the perfect daughter

Priorities: Her mental health; her friends’ safety

Life philosophy: 

“Focus on making yourself better, not on thinking that you are better.” 

― Bohdi Sanders, The Secrets of Worldly Wisdom: Your Key to Unlocking Success

If granted one wish, it would be: To get away from her home the moment she graduates high school

Why? Her parents had made her miserable under their roof

Character’s soft spot: For Ginger (months after story)

Is this soft spot obvious to others? Yes; to her friends

Greatest strength: Her friends

Greatest vulnerability or weakness: Pressure to be the perfect daughter

Biggest regret: Letting her parents ruin her childhood

Minor regret: Standing up to them when confronted

Biggest accomplishment: Winning her first science fair

Minor accomplishment: Gaining the Daleville Gang’s trust after standing up to Michael

Past failures he/she would be embarrassed to have people know about: None 

Why? She’s always pressured to impress her family

Character’s darkest secret: Has a lesbian sexuality

Does anyone else know? No

Goals

Drives and motivations: Be Acknowledged

Immediate goals: Prove her loyalty to the Daleville Gang (during story)

Long term goals: Excel in science/biology career

How the character plans to accomplish these goals: Study as far away from her home and parents as possible

How other characters will be affected: Parents will not approve, but unable to stop her; friends will support her

Past

Hometown: New York City, New York

Type of childhood: Full of pressure

Pets: None

First memory: Her parents’ faces

Most important childhood memory: watching Bill Nye's show

Why: Where her love for science and technology came from

Childhood hero: Bill Nye

Dream job: Biologist/technologist

Education: NYC Kindergarten

Religion: Christian

Finances: None

Present 

Current location: Daleville, Alabama

Currently living with: Her family

Pets: None

Religion: Christian (formerly)

Occupation: High School Student

Finances: College fund (building on her own)

Family

Mother: Bryce Ambers

Relationship with her: Biological

Father: Adrien Ambers

Relationship with him: Biological

Siblings: Juliette Ambers

Relationship with them: Biological

Spouse: N/A

Relationship with him/her: N/A

Children: N/A

Relationship with them: N/A

Other important family members: strained relationship with both her father’s and mother’s sides

Favorites 

Color: Purple

Least favorite color: Black

Music: Pop

Food: Meringue

Literature: Sci-Fi, Thriller

Form of entertainment: Movies

Expressions: “What the WHAT?!” 

Mode of transportation: Mercedes

Most prized possession: Her chemistry and technology tools

Habits

Hobbies: Chemistry, Computer Tech

Plays a musical instrument? No

Plays a sport? No

How he/she would spend a rainy day: Practice computer tech

Spending habits: Mild

Smokes: No

Drinks: No

Other drugs: N/A

What does he/she do too much of? Trying to please people

What does he/she do too little of? Standing up for herself

Extremely skilled at: Chemisty, technology, science (all forms)

Extremely unskilled at: Gardening

Nervous tics: Tapping foot

Usual body posture: Back straight, head held high

Mannerisms: Her family’s wealthy lifestyle

Peculiarities: Her love for chemistry and tech science

Traits 

Optimist or pessimist? Optimist

Introvert or extrovert? Extrovert

Daredevil or cautious? Cautious

Logical or emotional? Logical

Disorderly and messy or methodical and neat? Methodical and neat

Prefers working or relaxing? Prefers working

Confident or unsure of himself/herself? Confident of herself (although a bit unsure)

Animal lover? Yes

Self-perception 

How he/she feels about himself/herself: Feels like she has a purpose to please everyone to keep her hobbies a secret

One word the character would use to describe self: Intelligent

One paragraph description of how the character would describe self: With a hidden secret and a wealthy, yet suffocating life, Brittany is not the type of mean girl people would imagine. 

What does the character consider his/her best personality trait? Her intelligence

What does the character consider his/her worst personality trait? Her insecurity

What does the character consider his/her best physical characteristic? Her blonde hair

What does the character consider his/her worst physical characteristic? Her grey eyes

How does the character think others perceive him/her: As a rich daughter of an influential tycoon

What would the character most like to change about himself/herself: Her tendency to please her parents

Relationships with others

Opinion of other people in general: No matter how much wealth they have, the purity of their soul is what matters

Does the character hide his/her true opinions and emotions from others? Only from her parents

Person character most hates: Michael James

Best friend(s): Daleville Gang (progressing later on in story)

Love interest(s): Ginger (months after story ends)

Person character goes to for advice: School counselor (has free passes because of family’s class status)

Person character feels responsible for or takes care of: Juliette, her younger sister

Person character feels shy or awkward around: Ginger (during first time in Treelight City)

Person character openly admires: Ginger (upon first meeting)

Person character secretly admires: Ginger (only Daleville Gang and Treelightains know)

Most important person in character’s life before story starts: Juliette

After story starts: Juliette, Daleville Gang, and Treelight City

[highwaytothedangerzone502]

Foxtrot Alpha Alpha - Chapter 38

Pairing: Hangman x Female OC

Word Count: 2104

Warnings: Swearing, insinuation of sex

Summary: Hangman learned his lesson a long time ago to never show his true feelings when someone's words or actions hurt him. To do so showed weakness that could be exploited, and Seresin men couldn't show weakness. Of course, there was an exception to every rule, and Jake's always came in the form of women, three in particular: his mom, Juliette Kazansky, and the girl whose name he could no longer bring himself to speak. She was the girl that got away; she was his biggest 'what if' and his biggest regret; she would forever be the ghost that haunted his dreams. Jake believed that's where she'd stay, for he would surely never see her again after what he did.

Or so he thought.

Notes: This is the sequel to India Lima Yankee; I'm using the same callsign for the Female OC as in Ghost Story because I just really like it, but they are different characters; chapters in italics are flashbacks.

Chapter Songs: Exile The Last Time

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Ghost

When Ghost finally returned to her own apartment later in the day, she ended up going back to Hangman's with a bag of stuff and stayed overnight.

And the next night.

And the night after that.

This happened for the next couple of weeks, but she hardly minded. Ghost had missed having Hangman around, to be able to tell him immediately when something funny happened or when she just needed to be around him because his presence calmed her frayed nerves. They played guitar and sang songs together, and posted them on her Instagram account. Only Jules, Jackie, and Wolfie recognized the new companion in the blurred videos as Hangman, and all of them texted Ghost demanding answers about her new relationship with the Texan aviator. Ghost realized that she and Jake had probably confused their friends and family by covering Taylor Swift's 'Exile' and 'The Last Time,' which weren't exactly happy love songs.

Ghost continued to shield herself from the outside world, ignoring her mom's phone calls and only texting Charlie to declare that she needed space. This was a partial truth. The other truth was that Ghost ached to detach from the chaos around her and spend her days with Hangman in his cozy apartment, relishing the bubble of peace and happiness he brought her before confronting her next challenge.

"What are the plans for tomorrow?" Hangman asked while he and Ghost scrubbed the dishes from dinner. "Should we go for a drive? Head to the beach? Maybe we could visit Princess and-"

"Oh, speaking of Juliette," Ghost remarked, glancing at the buzzing phone on the counter beside her. She answered it and put it on speaker, letting her friend know as such.

"Hey, how are you doing?" Jules's chipper voice sounded forced, causing the two pilots to share a concerned glance.

"I'm good. How are you? You sound like something's wrong," Ghost replied casually in hopes her gut instinct turned out to be incorrect.

"Honestly, I've had better days. Can I ask you a huge favor?"

Hangman turned off the faucet and braced himself on the counter to hear better while Ghost said without hesitation, "Of course. What's going on?"

"Rooster and I are going to head to the hospital after we return home with the dogs because my blood pressure spiked and won't come down. Would you and/or Hangman be able to watch Raptor and Lightning for a few days until we return?"

"Absolutely. We'll finish the dishes, pack our bags, and head over."

"You're both saints. Rooster and I will drop off the keys to the house on the way to the hospital. Also, we have a ton of food, so help yourselves to anything you'd like while we're gone."

"Sounds good. We'll see you in a bit."

Ghost hung up and chewed her lip, mind racing over Juliette's health. Hangman slipped an arm around her waist and kissed the side of her head, saying, "I'll finish up here. You go pack."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, besides—" he nipped her lip playfully— "you have more to pack than I do."

"Yeah, because I don't immediately look like a god rolling out of bed like someone I know."

"That's because you look like Heaven, which I would argue is ultimately more beautiful than a god."

"You really need to get your eyesight checked if you think I look like Heaven in the morning." Ghost patted his cheek and started walking off, but Hangman grabbed her wrist and pulled her to him, pinning her against the counter. His green eyes pierced hers, devouring her soul and breath. He leaned next to her ear, kissed the sensitive spot below it, and whispered huskily, "You look and taste like Heaven to me."

They had somewhere to be, things to do, and Juliette to worry about, but feeling every inch of Hangman against her body, despite having felt him as such every single night since they reconciled, Ghost's mind could focus on one thing, and one thing only.

"Fuck," she breathed before dragging her hand into his hair to pull his head back just enough so she could crash her lips onto his. Hangman reacted instantly. His hands slid down to the backs of her thighs and effortlessly lifted her onto his counter. Ghost had always been curvy and self-conscious of her weight, and she had never had that perfect body like the models and actresses in magazines and Hollywood, but the man before her made all of that doubt disappear.

The doorbell rang, and Ghost groaned in annoyance at the interruption. "Oh, fuck me."

"Ignore it, and I will," Hangman replied between kisses to her chest. Deciding his idea better than answering the door, she obliged and continued the makeout session with her man, knowing it would inevitably lead to more until-

"Hangman? Is Ghost with you?" The voice shattered the passion between the two aviators as Ghost stilled, her eyes locking with Hangman's.

"What's Maverick doing here?" she whispered.

"I don't know," he said, and judging by the crease between his brows, Ghost determined he meant it. "He won't leave until we answer, though. If you don't want to face him-"

"I'm going to have to at some point. I'd rather have support when I do."

"Then let's continue this later." Hangman gently pulled Ghost off the counter, and she took a deep breath to steady herself. Kissing Hangman once more, she tore herself away from him and, plastering on an expression that feigned indifference, opened the door. 

"Hey, Maverick," Ghost greeted. Her voice came out steadier than she expected but also quieter, exposing her true feelings about the situation at hand.

Relief flashed in his misty green eyes. "Hey, Ghost. I, uh... your mom called me. Said you weren't talking to her and wanted me to check on you. Make sure you're alive."

"Honestly, I'm surprised she didn't ask you sooner," Ghost admitted shyly, moving aside. "Would you like to come in?"

Maverick hesitated, then stepped inside, taking in the scene before him: Ghost's shoes next to Hangman's, her jacket hanging on the hook beside his, and Hangman himself still standing behind the kitchen counter where Ghost had left him. She wondered why he remained there but quickly deducted after their brief but intense makeout session that he probably had a particular reason for staying there lest Maverick figure out what activity they'd been engaging in before he arrived.

"Hey, Pops," Hangman said casually, shifting back to the sink and scrubbing the remaining dishes and pans. 

Maverick nodded in acknowledgment. "Hangman. I'm assuming you know about-"

"That my girlfriend is your daughter?" 

A small thrill bubbled in Ghost's chest at the sound of her title to Hangman. She'd been wondering what they were now that they'd crossed that line with each other, had wanted to assume they were dating, but hadn't been able to bring herself to ask the question even after all these years in fear she'd find herself dreaming up false fantasies.

Maverick's head cocked. "You two are dating now? Since when?"

"It only just happened," Ghost said with a shrug, regaining her ability to speak. "Uh, we have to pack, but if you'd like to continue talking, you're welcome to."

"Are you up to it?"

"I don't think I ever will be, so no time like the present. Come on." Ghost motioned for Maverick to follow her, and Hangman said he'd join them shortly. Ghost shot him a knowing grin, which he flipped her off in response when Maverick wasn't looking. Having Jake here, even if they weren't in the same room, brought Ghost a tremendous amount of comfort. 

When they reached the master bedroom, Ghost pulled out her duffel bag from under the bed and began grabbing her clothes from the closet and dresser drawers. An incredibly awkward silence fell over the Captain and Lieutenant, both trying to formulate some sentence to break the tension between them until finally, Ghost quietly asked, "How long have you known?"

"I received confirmation about it around the same time you did, but I'd started suspecting it before then. Your flying in the air reminded me a lot of myself when I was your age, not to mention your age aligned with when your mom and I met in California the second time. When did you-"

"Started wondering the night you found me on the beach. Some of the things you said made me question things, so I had Jackie help me with the investigation."

Maverick sat in the chair in the corner of the room, his eyes swirling with so many emotions that Ghost couldn't determine a single one. And, rather than have the awkward silence envelop them again, Ghost did what she did best in such situations. She rambled. "Outside of you and obviously my mom, no one else knows about my newfound heritage except my sister and Hangman. I'll tell Jules and Rooster at some point, but maybe after she gets out of the hospital."

Maverick stiffened. "Juliette's in the hospital?"

"They're heading there tonight. Depending on how long you stay, you might see them. They're dropping off the keys to their place so Jake and I can watch the dogs." Ghost swallowed the slight pang of jealousy at the relationship between her best friend and her father. She had no right to feel such a thing. Ghost had no idea who Maverick was to her until recently and had had an amazing dad growing up, whereas he'd been like a second father to Juliette since she was a toddler. They would always have a bond that Ghost doubted she'd ever have with him. Still, she wanted one like it. It's not like he had ignored her all these years. Maverick hadn't known about her. Then Ghost realized something, and the question burst from her before she could stop it. "What would you have done? If you'd known about me sooner?"

The Captain hesitated, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly. Ghost regretted asking the question despite being unable to stop it from escaping her lips, but Hangman—whether he knew of his impeccable timing or not—entered the room and said, "Bradshaw and Princess just got home and are packing some stuff before swinging by. They should be here soon."

"Oh, good. I should be done shortly, so we can leave after they do, if not at the same time as them," Ghost replied nonchalantly, praying to whatever gods existed that Hangman wouldn't notice the tears rimming her eyes. If he did, he mercifully refrained from pointing them out. Still, Ghost had to get out of the room, if not simply to catch her breath and steady her racing heart. "I'll be right back. I left my phone in the kitchen."

It was a blatant lie, but Ghost could pass it off as forgetting that she'd put it in her pocket earlier. Enough had happened in the past few minutes to warrant the memory loss of such an insignificant event.

Deep breaths, Annalise. Deep breaths... She repeated the mantra in her head while she walked purposefully to the kitchen, only to sag against the kitchen bar once she rounded the corner and out of sight from Hangman and Maverick, unwilling to let either man see how horribly the whole situation affected her. Ghost hated showing weakness. It was one thing in front of Hangman. At least, now it was. But Maverick... she could see him struggling himself, but Ghost wouldn't let him pity her or, even worse, act on that pity.

Get it together. Stop crying and get your shit together. Juliette and Rooster need you, and the last thing you want to do is make them worry about you again when they should be focused on Juliette's health. Ghost furiously wiped the tears from her cheeks and huffed an annoyed sigh at herself. Easier to be mad at herself than sad. 

After checking her reflection in her phone's camera to ensure any evidence of her mild breakdown was erased, she went to the front door, where her backpack lay nearby.

Ghost had just started bending down when the door flew open. She barely jumped back in time to avoid being struck in the head, but not the calloused hand that firmly grasped her elbow and yanked her to him.

Ghost let out a short scream before the man clapped a hand over her mouth and snarled, "Shut up. This is what you get for not talking to me when I asked."

Ghost's blood ran cold at the words and at the man she now recognized before her.

Kyle.

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Agoria - CALL OF THE WILD from Loic Andrieu on Vimeo.

Directed by Loïc Andrieu

Produced by SOLDATS FILMS

Music by AGORIA (ft. STS) performing "CALL OF THE WILD"

© Soldats Films © 2019 Sapiens Recordings

Producer: Pierre Cazenave-Kaufman (Soldats Films) Director of photography: Simon Chaudoir Editor: Naza Giral (Soldats Films) Art director: Freyja Bardel Artistic Director: Loïc Andrieu Colorist: Mathieu Caplanne Los Angeles Producer Gaetan Rousseau (Paradoxal inc) Wardrobe Stylist Los Angeles: Yasmine Abraham Re-Recording Mixer: Christophe Leroy

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Starring Fleur Geffrier, Carl Crupud, Sean Roc Smith, Ron Guilbert, Christianno Chavez, Sam Ingraffia

Based on feature film script "LIFE LINE" written by Hedi Chellouf & Loïc Andrieu

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Production Service Los Angeles: PARADOXAL INC

Sound facilities: YELLOW CAB STUDIOS

ADR & Foley Mixer: Christophe Leroy Sound designers: Alexis Jung & Olivier Ranquet Foley Artist: Florian Penot

Special thanks: Victoria Videnina

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Los Angeles crew

Executive Producers: Pierre Cazenave-Kaufman (Soldats Films) Associate Producer: Gaetan Rousseau (Paradoxal Inc) Production Service Los Angeles: Paradoxal Inc Line Producer: Hugo Marcel Production Manager: Thomas Duchêne 1st AD: Manuel Roman 2nd AD: Nick Brokaw Production assistants: Eric Hellberg & Yohan Lefevre & Martin de Bokay & Nicolas Thau & Timothy Watson Vocal Coach: Laura Rizzotto Location Scout: Kaelyn Phillips Art director: Freyja Bardell Set decorator: Crystal Criego Prop master: Dominic Wymark Leadman: Eligh Macias Set Dresser: Daniel R. Oregel & Kevin Lopez, Pedro Ramirez, Taylor Williams

Wardrobe Stylist: Yasmine Abraham

Wardrobe Assistant: Coleen Chan HMU: Jessica Sainclair

Casting director: Sarah-May Levy Cast: Fleur Geffrier, Carl Crupud, Sean Roc Smith, Ron Gilbert, Christianno Chavez, Sam Ingraffia, Spencer Frankeberger, Deron Cash, Rusty Rooftop, Gabriella S.Robinson, Shan Moreno, Sadyr Diouf, Natasha Churchil, Bodhi Dell, Johan Domhoff, Ryan Gatewood, Abraham Sesay Newscaster Voice Over: Douglas Rand 1st AC: Vincent Toubel 2nd AC: Dusty Saunders & Rogelio Mosqueda Steadicam Operator: Olivier Merckx Sound operator: JP Delacruz Sound design: Alexis Jung & Olivier Ranquet Mix: Christophe Leroy Gaffer: Joel Gill Best boy electric: Gerardo Ruiz Electrics: Laura Sfeir, Eddie Teram, Davis Villa, James Wray Key Grip: Dennis Pires Best Boy Grip: Ivan Garcia Grips: Robert Dulany, Ardy Fatehi, Michael Parlinic Motocrane: DRIVER’S EYE TEAM LAPD SERVICE: Paul Hinton, Darryl Martin

Catering: Mia’ Cuisine Los Angeles Studios: BEEPS DINNER, SILVER DREAM FACTORY, ESCOBAR FAMILY Los Angeles Costumes rental house: UNIVERSAL COSTUME, WESTERN COSTUME

Los Angeles Police Car rental house: CINEMA VEHICLES Los Angeles props rental house: ISS, SET STUFF OMEGA Los Angeles Camera rental house: PANAVISION HOLLYWOOD, CHAPMAN : LEONARD, JQ DA SILVA

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Paris crew

Production Company: Soldats Films Producer: Pierre Cazenave (Soldats Films) Line Producer Paris: Quentin Henneguelle (Soldats Films) Production Manager: Charlotte Giral (Soldats Films) 1st AC: Maud Cyrano Gaffer: Michael Monod Electrics: Jerôme Baudouin, Cedric Guerby Key Grip: Benjamin Rame Prop Master: Ludovic Jardiné HMU: Elisabeth Pilarsky On Set VFX Supervisor: Clement Germain

YELLOW CAB STUDIOS Sound designer: Alexis Jung & Olivier Ranquet Foley Artist: Florian Penot ADR & Foley Mixer: Christophe Leroy

SOLDATS CREW Post Producer: Naza Giral (Soldats Films) After Effects by: Naza Giral (Soldats Films) - Rémi Muzzupapa (Soldats Films) – Paul Laurent (Soldats Films) - Victor Sellier (Soldats Films)

REEPOST CREW

REEPOST VFX Supervisor: Adrien LEPINEAU

REEPOST VFX Post-producer: Loundja OUSSANA

Assistant post-production: Tilou MARTIN 3D Supervisor: Stephen PLONGEON

3D Artists: Xavier VERDIER Marion GUICHENUY Geoffrey PONS Olivier MASSON

Compositing: Matthieu DESTRADE Marc LATIL Benoit MESSAGER Johan ROCHE Gaetan BAILLEUL Thierry BONNEAU Mathieu PLESSIS Alexis BAILLA

Tracking: Toufik MEKBEL Walid BEN HEND (VISION AGE VFX)

Studio La Villette: Navarro ------------------

Special thanks to Agoria « You made it happen ! »

Christophe Leroy for Yellow Cabs Studio « Sound Wizard ! »

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Juliette Chapter 23 Cover

New York: the city of dreams, the city of opportunities. At last, it’s time for SMTown to fly to New York for their history-making concert at Madison Square Garden. Before that, the idols must complete their interviews for the I AM documentary movie. Some are excited at the chance to share stories that have never been told. Hana is nervous as she doesn’t know what to expect from her interview. Her process is much different than the other idols’ and she worries that SM won’t want her to share any of it. What kind of questions will they be asked? Will SM finally let SHINee’s maknae share her story, or will she be forced to keep up the lies about her SHINee origins?

Filming for the movie doesn’t stop once SMTown arrives in New York City. There are plans for the idols to explore the city, but Key wants no part in it. Ever since getting together with Woohyun, he’s worried about how Jonghyun will react when he finds out. Key has a plan: if he can distract Jonghyun with a relationship of his own, then he won’t react as badly to knowing that he’s dating Woohyun. Key starts leaving Jonghyun alone with Hana, but unbeknownst to Key, his plan works out differently for the two SHINee main vocalists. Jonghyun finds a friend and confidant in Hana as he finally opens up about his struggles. When Key walks in on them embracing, he thinks that his plan has worked, but why does he suddenly regret it? Will JongKey talk about their issues when they get the chance to go on one of their late-night walks together? Is this the moment Key has been waiting for to tell Jonghyun that he’s dating Woohyun?

Follow SMTown as they give their all in once and a lifetime chance to perform at Madison Square Garden. Read as some of SM’s legendary idols share never before heard memories in Empire State of Mind. Head on over to Asianfanfics to check it out!