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Dawn of Love | Chapter 5

Josh Kiszka x Female Reader

Word Count: 6.7k

Warnings: Fluff, Talks of Death, Talks of Cancer/Cancer treatment, Angst, Oral Sex (M! Receiving), Fingering (F! Receiving), Car Sex, Unprotected Sex, Arguing, Crying, Talks of Doubt, Talks of Abandonment, Death, Sad!Josh (I apologize in advance), Heartbreak.

Author’s Note: We have officially entered frat boy era Josh🤩 And I’m sad to say this will be the only chapter of Frat boy/rat tail Josh :( But trust the process and the vision I have for this series. We’re halfway through it🥹

May 2016

Sophomore year of college was completed, you somehow managed to maintain your GPA. Even after finding out everything last fall. Josh was really your rock through it all, he helped push you through the year. You were absolutely terrified that you would flunk out from the assignments you had missed out on, but Josh was more than helpful to assist you in getting them done.

The guys had managed to start playing more bars, they even were starting to work on an EP with a label. They were more than thrilled as you were. Josh had assured you over the last few months that he was happy about his decision and that it wasn’t because of Jake. He wanted to do it too.

Your father’s treatments were going well, or at least better for most. Your relationship had gotten better, it was sad how the idea of death brought the two of you together. But it was better now than never. Your weeks consisted of photo clientele, and making your dad’s treatment appointments. He kept telling you that you didn’t have to go, but you insisted on being there every step of the way to fight it with him.

Josh and your dad had even gotten closer themselves, which you were thrilled about. You wanted them to have a good relationship, considering you saw a future with Josh. The two of them would go fishing together with Jake and Kelly, to help get your dad’s mind off of things for a while.

Your sister Oliva and yourself dedicated every Sunday to be a spa day for the two of you to debrief and relax after a long week. It was much needed for the two of you, your sister was going into her senior year now and preparing to send applications to college’s. Her and Sam had even been spending more time together, a little more than usual. But you and Josh had encouraged them to be with one another. Although your sister kept on telling you that it wasn’t like that… But you knew it was exactly that.

Even with all of that going on, Josh made sure after every practice the guys had or anytime they went to record at the studio that he would spend much needed time with you. He prioritized your relationship just as much as he did his and his brother’s career. You were excited for them, especially being able to hear the raw uncut work before it’s finalized.

You had gotten offered a great program to jumpstart your filming and directing career especially only going into your junior year. You had been working on extra side projects to earn this program, and finally got accepted into to hopefully graduate a year earlier.

“Sunny.” Josh called out to you.

“What’s up?” You smiled softly.

“So, the guys and I have to go to Nashville in July for some recording sessions…”

“That’s awesome.” You smiled weakly.

“I was kind of hoping you would join us. Well me at least anyways.” He scratched the back of his head. His freshly cut hair, he let go of the length and went short. With an undercut. He looked absolutely hot.

“You want me to come along?”

“I mean of course. It's going to be a week-long trip, and I figured you would like to tag along.” He smiled sitting beside you.

“I’d love to come. Will the guys be okay with it?” You worried about crashing the trip.

“Jake actually suggested you join. To make sure we didn’t drive each other insane.” He chuckled.

You laughed softly, nodding in agreement with him. “Yeah, you guys can get pretty heated.”

“I also figured you needed a break too though. From everything you’ve been going through.” He sat beside you, holding your hand.

“They say he’s getting better, but he looks worse now than he did before…” You felt tears threatening your eyes thinking about your father’s current state. “What if he doesn’t make it Josh? What am I supposed to do?”

“Sunny…” His voice softened, “Your dad is strong. I believe he’ll win this battle. He’s got a great team of doctors and an amazing support system.” He rubbed your shoulders. “If something were to happen, and I hope nothing does… You just remember him. Remember him healthy, remember the good times, remember him happy.”

Tears started to stream down your face. “I’m so scared Josh… I don’t want him to go…” You wrapped your arms around him sobbing into his chest.

“I know baby… I know.” He consoled you, rubbing your back as he hugged you tightly.

“If something were to happen, you’ll be there, right?” You sniffled looking at him.

“Of course, Y/N. You call me and I will be right there.” He cupped your cheek in his hands, kissing your lips softly.

“I love you.” He smiled resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too.” You sighed softly as you felt yourself calm down.

After sitting there in a moment of silence you finally gathered yourself, becoming excited about joining them on their trip to Nashville.

“Sooo, do you have anything fun planned for us when we go down?” You smiled softly.

“I might have a few things up my sleeve…” He smirked softly.

“Not even a hint?” You tried your best puppy dog look.

“Nope. You’ll just have to wait and see.” He kissed your cheek.

You groaned getting up from your bed. “You’re no fun.”

“I can’t ruin any surprises!” He argued back jokingly.

July 2016

The guys and yourself flew into Nashville, the flight wasn’t that long which you were grateful for. The entire flight Sam kept talking about your sister Olivia. Which made you realize just how much the two of them liked each other. Although your sister would deny such a thing.

The guys had managed to get a nice cabin, a few miles out from the city. They felt it would be a nice change than staying in the busy city. And Josh always loves taking advantage of nature when he can. He loved being outdoors, just as much as Sammy did.

That was your first stop of the day, settling into your cabin. Josh and yourself found a room that had a nice view of the mountains, it was also the master suite. The guys made their jokes of course about the two of you which you just ignored as Josh lectured them all.

“When do you guys head to the studio?” You unpacked your bag as Josh does.

“We have to be there for 3. It's probably going to be a long night…” He gave a half smile.

“It’s only the first day. It’s okay, we have the rest of the week to do whatever you have planned.” You smiled at him softly.

“It’s just we have to try and get this EP done. Especially since they want to release our first single soon. Which we still haven’t even perfected.” He sighed softly.

“Hey, that’s why you guys have been coming down here. It will work out, don’t stress about it. I believe in you.” You cupped his face in your hands.

“It’s just. This is Jake’s dream… And I want to help him every step of the way.”

“You are helping him. I mean look at you guys… These past two years that I’ve known you. You’ve shown me how much you have helped him. You guys are literally here. Recording your first ever EP!” You kissed his lips softly.

He kissed you back softly. “Yeah… You’re right. I don’t know why I’m freaking.” He chuckled nervously.

“Well, it's not exactly an easy thing you guys are doing. You’re putting your heart and soul into this. All bands have to start out somewhere… But you guys, you have something that no other band has.” You caressed his cheek.

He smiled at you lovingly, “What would that be?”

“The love you have for one another. You guys are brothers. And there is no stronger bond than that, I mean Danny fits right in. He was the perfect puzzle piece for you all.”

“Yeah… I honestly don’t know how we would’ve made it this far.” He smiled softly. “Thank you for believing in me, believing in us Sunny.”

“Always and forever Josh.” You kissed his cheek softly.

“Are you guys almost finished unpacking? We want to head to some restaurant not too far from the studio before we’re there all night.” Sam yelled up.

“Jesus Samuel, give us 5 minutes!” Josh rolled his eyes, causing you to giggle.

“Come on, let’s finish and get out of here before they barge in here thinking we’re up to no good.”

“So what if we’re up to no good…” He smirks at you.

“Absolutely not, not right now Joshua.” You give him a stern look.

“Ouch. Joshua… Really Y/N.”

“I’m serious, let’s finish up and go.” You patted his chest continuing to finish unpacking.

The restaurant was really only two blocks away from their recording studio. Which was a nice advantage, the food was delicious and the portions were massive leaving mostly everyone with some sort of leftover.

Once arriving at the studio the guys started setting up some of their own gear while the studio had extra gear for them to use as well. You smiled softly as you watched Jake be completely mesmerized by the studio. This studio was a whole lot different than the one back in Michigan.

Josh was checking out the recording booth for himself to see what space he was working with. It wasn’t as small as the one back home. The rest of the guys got settled in and started to tune their instruments, while Danny tested the drum kit out.

You’ve heard some of their unrecorded songs, while there were many. They only were brought down to 4 choices. You absolutely loved ‘Flower Power’ although that was Jake’s song he had written for a certain someone that he wouldn’t disclose, so you never bothered him about it.

You had a feeling deep down their biggest hit would be ‘Highway Tune’. It was definitely a song that would reach a big crowd with Jake’s riff, Josh’s vocals, Danny’s drum skills and Sam’s bass skills. Honestly any song from the EP will blow people away.

“Sunny, they’re calling me into the booth.” Josh came over kissing your lips softly.

“Go kill it, rockstar.” You giggled softly, as you watched him go off into the booth. They played a backtrack from ‘Black Smoke Rising’ which the guys had been working on for Josh to sing.

You sat on the couch there, watching him sing his heart out in the booth smiling big as you were amazed by his vocal range only knowing it was going to be even better as the years went by.

After about two hours they were pretty much finished with the samples they needed from Josh for the day. While the rest of the guys recorded their samples for the rest of the night until they had to return back tomorrow.

Josh came sitting by you on the couch, wrapping an arm around your shoulder pulling you close to him. In which you snuggled into him.

“Are you feeling alright?” He spoke softly.

“A little tired, but it’s worth it.” You smiled softly.

“Me too, mama. I’m beat after today. I’m sure they are too, but luckily on Wednesday we’re going to the lake.” He kissed your cheek.

“Really?” You smiled softly.

“Mhm, just the two of us. A nice picnic with my beautiful girl.” He caressed your cheek kissing your forehead.

“God, can you two ever get a room?” Sam made a gagging noise.

“Sammy boy… You act as if you haven’t been affectionate with a lady before.” You gave him a questioning look.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His face was a little red.

“Oh but I think you do…” You giggled softly, knowing your sister and him have definitely been seeing each other more.

“Yeah, Sam… Smooching all up with Olivia…” Josh chimed in.

“Seriously guys.” He groaned walking away to finish up recording, as the two of you sat there laughing.

“I think it's cute. I’m glad they have one another.” You smiled at Josh.

“Yeah, it's kind of ironic though.” He chuckled.

“Honestly, I would've thought my sister would pick a jock over a musician. But she surprised me…” You giggle softly.

“I didn’t think you would fall for a theater kid.” Josh smiled at you.

“With my love for film… I’m glad I fell for a theater kid.”

Wednesday came quicker than expected, you guys had been in Nashville since Sunday and would be heading back home early Sunday morning. The last few days had been filled with exploring downtown Nashville while also going to the recording studio with the guys. They would have to come back down a few more times this year before they could actually wrap up the EP. As it still “needed word” as the label stated.

But today was a day off from the studio leaving you and Josh to go to the lake as planned, while the rest of the guys went kayaking.

You put on your favorite swim piece that you knew drove Josh crazy. Wearing your overalls over the top of it. You smiled to yourself as you slipped your sandals on and grabbed your bag with towels, blankets and sunscreen. While Josh had the cooler in his hand. The two of you took a short drive to where the lake was, as it wasn’t far from the cabin you were staying at.

“God it’s beautiful down here.” You sighed contently taking in the scenery

“Yeah, it is.” Josh smiles softly, looking over to you.

“I wouldn’t mind moving down here… In the future of course.” You giggled softly.

“Really?”

“I mean yeah. Winter’s aren’t as bad as Michigan. And the summer is obviously nice as well.” You started to walk toward the lake.

“Yeah, you’re not wrong.” He rubbed your back following behind you.

Once you found a spot the two of you placed the blanket down. While Josh set up the picnic he had for the two of you. You smiled sitting down on the blanket after helping him, then he sat next to you.

“Do you- god this is probably stupid…” Josh chuckled nervously.

“What is it?” You smiled pulling a water bottle out.

“Do you think we’ll get a home together one day?” He scratched the back of his neck.

You felt your cheeks flush, “Yeah… I think one day we will.”

He smiled brightly, setting up the little picnic of sandwiches, fruit and chips. As well as a bottle of wine.

“Trying to get me wine drunk in the daylight, Joshy?” You giggled softly.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” He raised an eyebrow laughing softly, as he pulled out solo cups to pour the wine into.

The two of you sat there talking about everything that was coming up later in the year. How the guys would have a few promotional things coming up, and. your projects you had with school coming up as well.

The weather was beautiful out, it wasn’t so hot out that it was unbearable. It was the perfect weather you could ask for. As you ate, you watched over the lake seeing the birds fly over, chirping away. You felt home, and free with Josh. The most at peace you’ve felt in a while.

After finishing up eating the two of you decided to swim in the lake, as the heat picked up a bit since you got there. But the water was perfect, the two of you swam for a while. Then decided to head back to the cabin to prepare dinner for the guys and yourselves.

Pulling up to the cabin you noticed the guys arrived not too long ago from their day out kayaking. Jake and Josh both shared a similar sun-kissed face from the long day out. Sam’s back was as red as a lobster causing you to giggle softly.

“Jeez Sammy, did you forget to reapply?”

“Daniel was supposed to remind me…” He winced in pain.

“Listen man, I was zoned out and totally blanked.” Danny tried defending himself.

Shaking your head laughing softly, you all tredge inside. “Sam there should be some Aloe in the bathroom upstairs. Danny can help you apply it, while Josh and I get dinner ready for everyone.”

Danny nods his head and runs upstairs grabbing that for Sam to help relieve the pain and reduce his skin from peeling.

Josh insisted on making pasta, with his signature sauce. In which you couldn’t argue as he was a good cook. You helped make a side of salad for everyone, while baking some garlic bread.

After finishing up making everything, you brought it to the dining table, calling everyone to eat. In which all the guys pretty much rushed in, Sam now a little more relaxed after Danny had helped apply aloe on his back. Jake couldn’t help but pile his plate with food right away.

“Thanks for letting me come along on this trip guys… I really needed it.” You smiled softly as you made your plate up.

“Of course! You’re always welcome to come and tag along.” Sam chimed in, as well as the other guys.

“Honestly Y/N, I think if you didn’t come we wouldn’t have lasted the whole week here.” Jake chuckled softly.

“Yeah, cause at least at home. Their mom is able to break up the fights.” Danny laughed softly, while the twins shook their heads.

“I’m really glad you joined us too for this… Whenever we tour the world… I want you to be there. Every step of the way.” Josh smiled rubbing his thumb over your cheek. As he plants a soft kiss to your lips. Earning groans and gagging noises from the rest.

“Oh shut up, just cause you don’t have girlfriends or your girlfriends aren’t here doesn’t mean I can’t show some PDA.” Josh argued with them.

“Alright, alright let’s just eat. Okay?” You giggled softly looking at everyone.

They all just nodded, and began to eat whatever was on the table for dinner. There were no complaints, just compliments and discussions of what was to come, and talking about childhood memories.

But, Josh truly did brighten your days, even after all the dark that has happened within the last year. And you couldn’t be more grateful to have him a part of your life, as well as the rest of the guys. They were your family, and you wouldn’t trade them for the world.

April 2017

The guys have officially released their EP this month, and you couldn’t be any more proud of them. Karen hosted a small gathering at their house with Danny’s family to join as well.

All of you were sitting in the basement, you were sitting on Josh’s lap. While your sister had been cozying up with Sam. They finally became official right around Christmas after the months of everyone piecing it together that were in fact together.

Danny and Jake strummed on their guitars as Jake has been teaching Danny more on how to play. You smiled to yourself knowing that these were your people, and you wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“So what’s the plan now? A tour I’d presume?” You smiled at them.

“Some shows around cities. I think they have a few festivals lined up for us, which surprised us. And then we’re releasing a double-EP later this year.” Jake smiled softly.

“That’s exciting! I’m so happy for you guys, it’s all happening.”

“Couldn’t have done it without everyone.” Jake smiled softly.

You smiled softly, eventually getting up from Josh’s lap stretching your legs out. You put your hand out for him. “Come on.” You smiled softly.

“Where are we going?” He chuckled softly.

“For a drive.” You giggled softly, pulling him with you as you left the house getting into your Jeep that you got for yourself after your car practically died on you.

“Where are we going, Sunny?” He tried to pry it out of you.

“You’ll know once we get there.” You giggled softly.

You were taking him to the abandoned cabin he had taken you too, a few years ago. It had been awhile since the two of you have sat there to relax and clear your minds. It always brought you a sense of comfort when visiting there.

Surprisingly no one has bought it yet, you figured it was destiny’s way of telling you the two of you would own it one day.

After driving for a little while, you pulled up seeing Josh smiling softly out of your peripheral vision. You parked the car, opening the trunk to the back of the Jeep to sit in with Josh.

“We haven’t been here in a while…” He chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around your shoulder.

“I figured we needed a well deserved trip here.” You smiled taking in the view of the acres that swallowed the cabin. It was more than likely a very beautiful home years ago, but after being vacated it wasn’t taken care of and left to rot basically.

“You just wait… One day, I’m gonna buy this.” He kissed your cheek softly.

“Not if I beat you to it.” You giggled softly.

“You’re gonna be an amazing film director.” He rubbed your shoulder. “It’s crazy that you’re going to be graduating next year already… And I’m going to be touring and producing more music…”

“I couldn’t be more proud of you, Josh.”

“I’m undeniably more proud of you, Y/N.” He kissed your lips softly.

You smiled into the kiss, placing your hand on his chest softly.

Josh cupped your face with his one hand, deepening the kiss. Causing a quiet moan to tumble from your lips. He smirked against your lips, trailing kisses down your neck softly.

A breathy moan came from you, as you slid your hand over to his crotch, feeling him harden beneath your hand. You smiled softly as you palmed him slowly, earning a groan from him as he left wet kisses.

Luckily you were practically out in the middle of nowhere, so no one would catch the two of you like this. Taking matters into your hands, you gently pulled away and began to unbutton his pants.

“Come on… Let me be nice to her.” He mumbled.

“Ah, this is about you right now.” You shushed him as you kissed his lips softly, continuing to unbutton his pants and shift them down along with his boxers springing his hard cock free.

You wrapped your hand around the base pumping him slowly as you see the tip is flushed and leaking with pre cum, taking your tongue you lick the tip gently earning a groan from him.

He pulled your hair back with his hand, making a makeshift ponytail. You smiled softly, as your mouth sinks down over him. Using your hand to pump as you try to fit all of him into your mouth, relaxing your throat to not gag.

His grip on your hair tightens as he moans and praises you. Feeling the heat grow between your legs, you keep your pace up, not breaking it to keep him where you want him. Using your other hand you massage his balls, as he bucks his hips making you gag slightly.

“Fuck, Y/N…”

You hummed along his length, making him buck his hips again. You pulled your mouth off of him, pumping him still as he took your face kissing your lips roughly as your teeth clashed together.

You began to remove your leggings, as Josh dipped his hand past your lace panties, feeling how wet you were for him.

“You’re gonna be the death of me…” He chuckled softly, kissing your neck, as he slipped two fingers into you pumping them slowly curling them as he hit your spot.

Whining quietly, you kiss his neck softly while trailing behind marks.

“There’s no one out here baby. S’just us.” He smiles softly, as he continues to work his fingers. You let your moans slip more frequently as you were nearing your end.

“Josh, I-“

“I know mama, let go.” He worked you through your first orgasm as it washed over you, you tilted your head back as you saw stars.

Pulling his fingers, he sucks on them making sure to get every drop of you as he hums contently. He then removes your panties, as he places his hands on your waist letting you hover over his lap. You kissed his lips softly, as he fumbled around his pants pockets.

“Shit…” He groans quietly.

“What’s wrong?” You caress his face.

“I don’t have a condom with me…”

“If you want to continue, I’m on birth control. It’s only one time…” You smile softly, as you and Josh had always used protection just for the sake of avoiding the chances of a pregnancy scare.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you…” He grabbed your face gently.

You nodded, “I’m more than sure. It’s okay, I trust you.” You smiled, kissing his lips softly, feeling him line himself up with you.

Slowly you sink down, feeling him stretch you out. As the two of you gasp feeling each other for the very first time without a layer of latex. It felt different and so much better, but you knew this would be the only time for a while.

“God… I’m not sure I’ll last.” He moans underneath you, holding your waist firmly.

“Look at me…” You grabbed his face gently, as he locked eyes with you. “I know this feels different than normal, but we’ll make it last.” You kissed his lips softly as you kept a slow pace on rolling your hips.

Kissing you back, he moaned into your mouth as the two of you got lost in each other. He gripped your hips some more, before moving his hands down to your ass gripping firmly as he spread your cheeks earning moans from you as you continued to ride him.

After riding at a slow pace, you decided to pick the pace up a bit. Bouncing on his cock, earning a groan from him as he smacks your ass. Earning a yelp from you, placing your hands on his chest to help hold yourself. He grabbed your face, kissing you roughly.

After a few more rolls of your hips, he was thrusting up to meet your hips. He was starting to falter a bit, signaling he was closer than he thought.

“Baby, I… Where?” His hair was sticking to his forehead as sweat was beating down his face.

“Inside…” You whined, throwing your head back.

He held you close to him as he took over, using his feet to thrust into you using his free hand to rub circles onto your clit to bring you to your last orgasm.

“Fuck…” You felt your body go into overdrive as you orgasm crashed like a wave. And he wasn’t too far as he groaned thrusting two more times after he finally stilled inside of you, coating you inside with his release.

You rest your forehead against his, panting with him as he smiles softly kissing your lips. You kissed him back giggling softly, as he slipped out of you carefully, grabbing napkins to clean up your mess.

After cleaning yourselves up, you put your pants back on, deciding on sitting and watching the stars for the rest of the evening together.

June 2018

The guys released their double-EP back in November. They even toured in Europe for the Spring while doing some shows here in the states during the summer.

You graduated just a month ago, giving you the free time to go on the small leg of the tour with the guys, it was fun being on the road with them. But sharing a small van with 4 guys could be a bit much.

Josh and yourself had started considering getting an apartment in the city somewhere, or waiting to rent a home until the two of you could afford to buy a home. As your relationship was getting more serious. But you also weren’t sure if you wanted to stay in Michigan to pursue your film and photography career.

While being on the road with them, you always called home to check in on your dad. You felt a little guilty for not being there with him, but he assured you that it would be better if you went out and saw a little bit of the world with the guys.

On your way back home, Josh and yourself decided that he would stay over for the weekend while you guys looked over more listings and figured out where you wanted to live. As you had to get a head start on diving into your career.

After being dropped off, you guys said your goodbyes to the rest of the guys walking into your very empty and quiet house. Which threw you off guard, but you figured maybe your family went out to the lake for the day. And ventured upstairs to your bedroom with Josh.

“So I did get an offer for Nashville.” You smiled softly as you set your bags down.

“That’s amazing!” Josh smiles, kissing your cheek.

“It’s just, with everything with my dad… I don’t know if moving to Nashville is too sudden or selfish of me.” You sighed sitting on your bed.

“Sunny, it’s not selfish. I think it's great if you want to move to Nashville. The scene down there… I mean you saw it. It’s always busy, and I’m sure you would fit right in.” He rubbed your hand gently.

“And the guys and I have been talking about moving down there ourselves… With working on our first full album, we’re going to be traveling a lot there. And figured we would save ourselves.” He chuckled softly.

“It wouldn’t hurt I guess…” You smiled shyly. Then your phone started ringing, seeing your mom’s contact appear.

“Mom. Wait, I can barely understand you… I, it’s DAD! I’ll be there, just wait.” You hung up with her, looking at Josh frantically.

“We have to go, it's my dad.” You scattered around your room finding your car keys, as tears filled your eyes.

“Sunny, woah! Let me drive, you’re in no shape.” He grabbed the keys from you, helping you out of the car, opening the door for you. He hopped in the driver's side starting the car up and heading over to the hospital.

On the way over it felt like forever although Josh was practically blowing almost every stop sign to get you there as quickly as possible. You were crying and fidgeting your hands nervously not knowing what’s going on.

After a few minutes Josh snapped you out of your daze, and helped you rush inside the hospital asking the receptionist where he was located and immediately you were taken back with Josh following right behind you. When finding the room you walk in to see your mom sitting beside your father crying at his hand, while your sister sat in the corner crying.

This was it… His time has come. And there was no way of turning back…

“Hey… pumpkin.” He spoke softly, but tried to sound enthusiastic as he smiled weakly.

“Dad…” You rushed over to his other side, grabbing his hand kissing it softly as tears kept coming down your face.

“Hey now… No crying. We prepared for this.” He used his one hand to rub your cheek, you moved your hand on top of his.

“I’m not ready Dad…” You cried into his touch, as he kept rubbing your cheek.

“Yes you are Y/N. You’ve been ready… It’s time to make something of yourself and to make me proud.”

“I’m scared.” You whispered as you choked back tears.

“There’s no need, I’ll always be with you… And you have your mom, sister and Josh. Come on over here son…” He choked up.

Josh rushed over to your side, placing a hand on your shoulder rubbing circles reassuringly.

“Hi Sir…” He smiled weakly as tears filled his eyes.

“Treat her right, just like you always have… And whenever the time may come or be.” A few tears slipped from your dads eyes. “You have my blessing.”

Josh smiled softly, as a few tears slipped. “I’ll make sure she is always taken care of. You won’t ever have to worry.” He chuckled softly, as your dad nodded in agreement.

“Dad, I love you so so much…” You stifled back a sob.

“And I love you pumpkin, more than you’ll ever know. Come here.” He motioned for you, and you embraced him as best as you could hugging him tightly and he hugged you back as tight as his body would let him.

You pulled away, standing beside Josh while your sister came over to your mom, as you all stayed beside your dad for the last few minutes of his life.

After moments had passed and your father shared his last breath. You stood there in silence as your mother’s sobs soared the room as well as your sisters. Whereas you stood silent taking in everything. Feeling yourself close off, you backed away slowly feeling completely numb.

Josh’s grip on your hand stayed as he followed you out of the room. “Sunny…” He called to you, shaking your head slightly and you felt tears threatening again.

“No… This isn’t supposed to… It isn’t real.” You broke out, sliding down against the wall in the hallway.

“Baby…” He kneeled down to you, trying to pick you up as you pushed his hands away.

“This isn’t fair Josh! He deserved more.” You cried looking up at him. “He needed more time!”

Josh nodded, picking you up engulfing you in a hug as you wrapped yourself around him, crying into his chest.

“I’m here, let it out.” He rubbed your back softly. And you did, you stood there letting it all out, accepting your father was gone.

One Month Later

A week after your father’s passing your family held a funeral service and a burial. It was beautiful and the outcome was nice, seeing family from Florida and childhood friends from there too for support in these hard times.

Josh had been helping you through it, completely being by your side while attending to his duties with the band. You were grateful, but felt bad for taking him away from his responsibilities. You had been trying to get yourself busy with work, getting clients for photoshoots before making a decision on where you’ll be taking your career off.

Although Josh and yourself haven’t decided on where you would move too. In fact the conversation hasn’t been brought up since the night of your father’s death. You didn’t want your decision to depend on Josh, but you didn’t want to wait around much longer either and ruin your chances at jumpstarting your opportunity.

You were pretty set to move to Nashville especially with an offer you were given. There was a really nice apartment that you had set a deposit on, although there were other potential tenants that could beat you to it. But you were hopeful.

Lately you’ve felt a little out of place, with everything. You haven’t felt like the best partner to Josh lately, and have felt like you’ve been lacking at what you love to do. And a tour was coming up again for him in another few months. You had already started packing up most things in your room to prepare for whenever the day would come to pack up and go.

“Sunny! We are so freaking lucky for this next small tour! You get to come with us.” He smiled brightly, embracing you tightly.

You hugged him back, smiling weakly to yourself. Feeling a little nervous with what you’re about to say.

“Josh…”

“I know what you’re thinking, ‘I don’t want to intrude on your guys' time.’ And you wouldn’t be!” He pulled away smiling at you still.

“Josh it’s not that…” You chewed on your lip nervously.

“What’s the matter?” He looked at you concerned.

“I accepted an offer…”

“I thought you were going to take the year off?” He questioned.

“Josh I can’t just take a year off!” You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “I have to jumpstart my career, while I can. If I don’t start now, I never will… And I don’t want to be stuck here…”

“But you can come and be our personal photographer… And, what’s so bad about here?” He tried to reason with you.

“I could never bloom with my career here… There’s just no way, and I can’t be your personal photographer… Sure it would be nice. But I have to do this for myself Josh. You guys can’t always be the ones to help me out.” You smiled weakly, placing your hand on his cheek.

“I just don’t understand… We can work through it and get your career going.”

“Because I have to do this on my own!” You yelled, a little louder than you’d like to admit.

He stood back a bit, looking at you. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“I thought you would support me, and tell me to go. And hopefully you would move in with me so that you can be home when you’re not touring the world.” You looked at him with tears building in your eyes.

“I can’t just pack my things up and move Y/N… The band. And we just aren’t entirely ready to move to Nashville just yet…” He looked at you, with a look that was breaking your heart.

“So… You’ve just been lying to me for months…”

“It’s not like that Sunny!” He sounded frustrated, “It’s far from that. I love you so much. But I mean I can’t just pack up and go with where we are in our career with the band…”

“And you expected me to give up mine?” You felt the tears start to fall. “I thought we were, I thought this was…”

“This doesn’t have to end… You’re still my girl, and my love has never changed for you.” He caressed your cheek, wiping away the tears.

“No… Because I’m just going to hold you back… and we’re at completely different points of our life right now. It would just make things difficult.” You looked up at him, your heart breaking as you spoke.

“You wouldn’t hold me back.” He chuckled softly.

You pulled away, “Yes I would, and I already have… After my dad died, you’ve been making sure to be there for me all the time. Sometimes calling things off with the band, you can’t jeopardize your career for me.”

“I can manage how I handle things… Y/N don’t do this.” He looked to you with pleading eyes, tears building up as they began to fall.

“No. I can’t hold you back. I have to let you go and be you…” You choked on your words, caressing his cheek.

“This was supposed to be forever…” His voice broke, as he looked down at you. He ran his thumb over your lips.

“I just think with everything going on… We’re at completely different places in our lives right now. And it’s not fair to either one of us Josh.” You breathed through your broken sobs.

“I’m never going to stop loving you, you know that right?” He held your face in his hands.

You nodded looking at him, “I’ll never stop loving you…” You smiled softly, leaning in to kiss him one last time. His lips connected with yours as the two of you shared your last kiss together.

After pulling apart from one another you gave him a look. “Just don’t hold back because of me. If later on you find someone… Don’t be afraid to move on.” You gave him a half smile caressing his cheek.

“Don’t even go there… There won’t be anyone else. I’ll wait. Till you are ready.” He smiled softly, capturing you one final time.

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I Quit 4

Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, non-consensual touching, mild harassment, unwanted “advice”

A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is written in 3rd person. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts are in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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The asshole kept showing up without warning. Sometimes under the pretense of spending time with Harlan. Other times he'd blow in like a storm, mess with her and leave just as quickly. Seemingly making it his mission to make her job as hard as possible, living to torment her.

Y/N felt she was constantly under his wicked gaze. He annoyed her beyond measure, but there were strange feelings underneath it that she refused to explore. Pushing them down every time he touched her. When his fingers would caress her arms, tickle her sides, play with her hair. His warm palms resting on her back, brushing against her thighs, massaging her shoulders. His hands always found their way to her body.

Honeyed promises flowed out of his mouth, trying to entice her. How he knew people, could introduce her and get her into places she'd never have the chance to without him. Jumpstart her career, make her a hot commodity.

Ransom would offer to buy her things; cars, clothing, jewelry. Take her shopping at the most luxurious and sought after shops and boutiques. Book a trip for two on a private plane to Bora Bora, Fiji, or St. John's. Painting pictures of sunshine, secluded beaches, yachting, bikinis, massages, and drinking champagne in a hot tub as they'd watch the sunset over the ocean.

When Y/N would rebuff his advances, he would become petulant. Doing petty things such as stealing from the kitchen or insulting the food in front of his grandfather. The cycle kept repeating. Ransom's words would go from soft and sensual to explicit to threatening. Every rejection and returned threat only seemed to encourage him. He would not be deterred.

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Another Sunday, another awful family dinner. Tonight's atmosphere was already full of tension. Ransom's smug presence causing all hackles up and on high alert. Y/N wondered if so much rottenness in the air may spoil the food. It certainly made her lose her own appetite.

As Y/N brought out the main course, the group were in the middle of bragging about where they each were spending the holidays. Trying to outdo the other with the fun and lavish time they would be having.

Fran helped place the plates in front of them. It could have been actual ghosts serving them for all they noticed. Not even aware of the food under their noses until Y/N began speaking.

“Tonight we have prime rib with garlic and herb butter. Potato cream with caramelized leeks and brown butter brussel sprouts. And for our vegan guests, I prepared grilled cauliflower steaks with cilantro crema. Sweet potato wedges and rosemary seasoned roasted brussel sprouts. Please enjoy.”

Ransom looked up at Y/N through his long eyelashes. “This isn't cooked,” he complained, smirking.

Gritting her teeth, Y/N explained the prime rib was cooked appropriately to bring out the best flavor and tenderness. When he continued to poke at it with his fork, she offered to throw it back in for him. He smiled and handed over his plate, remarking that a real chef would know what they were doing.

Walking back into the kitchen, she reminded herself that murder was wrong. Quickly heating up the piece of meat, she threw it back on the plate, resisting the urge to spit on it.

Ransom accepted his returned meal with a grin. He held up a finger for her to wait as he cut out a chunk and took a bite. “Wow, this is dry as hell. And the gravy is burnt. What am I supposed to do with this?”

Go fuck yourself with a flaming cactus.

Y/N gave her apologies with a smile. Asking him if he would prefer the alternate meal that his aunt and cousin had because there were extras. He made a face but didn't make further demands.

Linda called to her before she could escape. “Y/N, dear. As I'm sure you are aware, we are all family here, including the staff.” Her lips pressed in a firm line, corners barely upturned, making heavy eye contact with Y/N. “And as a family, I'm sure you can agree we should be able to be honest with one another. It pains me to say this, but facial piercings are trashy and you should really consider removing that garbage from your pretty face.”

Y/N stood there, speechless at the gall of this woman.

“I couldn’t disagree more. It’s a sign of her independence and individuality. How dare you try to oppress her.” Joni reached for Y/N’s hand, which luckily was out of her reach.

Eyes momentarily narrowed at her sister-in-law, Linda sighed and raised her hands in defeat. “Well if she wants to look like whore, then I can't help her.”

Not to be outdone, Ransom pulled the attention back to himself. Noisily making a mess of his potatoes, letting them fall off his spoon and splatter around like it was the worst thing he's ever seen. “This is disgusting, flavorless baby food.”

Meg scoffed, “You’re being an asshole.”

“Shut up, teen bop and eat your tofu.”

The arguing continued as Y/N slipped away to the shelter of the kitchen. Fran was waiting for her, having heard everything. “It's amazing how they phrase straight up insults as being helpful, isn't it? I felt so valued as a family member when she told me last week that a show she watches has a monkey butler and I should watch it and take notes.”

Y/N shook her head in disbelief, “These people.”

“Just wait. You haven’t seen half of what they are capable of yet.”

The pair carried out dessert; burgundy pears with whipped lemon cream cheese. The family seemed delighted, save for one scowling face.

Ransom speared the fruit with his fork, picking it up and twirling it. “What is this gooey blob? It looks like a tumor?”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg snorted, covering her mouth in embarrassment at the noise.

Joni caught Y/N’s arm as she walked by. Holding her in place as she gave hair and makeup tips. Explaining to her like a child, about how she should dress and carry herself. “I’d be willing to sell you my last season's fashions at a small discount, but we’d have to let them out of course.” Her head was thrown back with the force of her laugh.

“Bah,” Richard jeered. His flushed face reflected the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. “Nobody wants your hippy-dippy fashions.” His unfocused eyes moved to Y/N. “Don’t you change a thing. Your body was made for the male gaze. More to grab on to. Show it off however you want. Or leave more to the imagination. However you are feeling, darling is A-OK.” He winked at her, then stretched his arms up, faking a yawn. Jiggling the money clip in his right hand to make sure it was seen.

This guy is literally waving his money around. Ew. Just ew ew ew.

Walt started shouting at Richard about hitting on the help. Citing his sisters honor and respect. Things he most likely had no idea the meaning of.

Only then did Harlan put a stop to the fighting. Not allowing illspeak of his daughter.

Y/N couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

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After she assumed the Thrombey horde filed out. Y/N turned on her playlist and began washing the large pile of dishes. Her breath hitched as a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.

He smelled her hair, then whispered in ear, “I can't stop thinking about how your lips would feel against mine.” Ransom chuckled at her attempt to shrug him off. “Come on, Killer, you're too pretty to be working this hard. Let me take you out, get a few drinks in ya to loosen up.”

“Hard pass.”

Ransom rubbed circles on her stomach. “I get it, you think you're too beneath me to date, well don’t worry about that. I see people below my status all the time. How can I deny them when they come so willingly, and often. You’ll find, I’m always up for a good time.”

Y/N growled. “I just want to do my job and go home. Not be hassled by some arrogant playboy. I want no part of whatever validation you get from this cat and mouse game. Now get your paws off of me.”

He felt her stiffen as his hands began to move up her torso. “So tense. Come on, you need some serious stress relief, especially after dealing with my piece of shit family. Let me help you.”

Trapped in his arms, she did her best to ignore the tingling his skilled hands caused as he felt her up. Not give him the satisfaction of a reaction. Willing her breath to remain calm and her heart to stop beating so fast.

“Your nipples are so hard, what’s that about then?” Ransom took the half cleaned plate out of her hand, “Just admit you want me.” He licked her ear, smiling at the quiet squeak she made. He knew he could make this little mouse scream. “This body is begging me for attention.” Placing a kiss to her neck, assured in his success, he continued, “Just give in. I promise I'll make you feel so good.”

After a deep exhale, Y/N got her wits about her. “I wouldn’t want to risk catching the mountain of STDs you’re carrying.” He pulled away at her words, so she turned to face him. Looking him up and down with disdain. “You're not as hot as you think you are. Fifteen years ago maybe, but at your age the cocky fuckboy act isn’t cute, it's pathetic.”

He snarled and threw the dish in the sink, breaking it. Once his retreating figure was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Murder wasn’t looking so bad.

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I Quit (Pt. 4)

Warnings: Ransom being Ransom, non-consensual touching, mild harassment, unwanted "advice"

A/N: Reader insert version found here. The Thrombeys’ opinions are NOT my own. Thoughts in italics. 18+ only due to smut and dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.

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Elizabeth felt she was constantly under his wicked gaze. He annoyed her beyond measure, but there were strange feelings underneath it that she refused to explore. Pushing them down every time he touched her. When his fingers would caress her arms, tickle her sides, play with her hair. His warm palms resting on her back, brushing against her thighs, massaging her shoulders. His hands always found their way to her body.

When Elizabeth would rebuff his advances, he would become petulant. Doing petty things such as stealing from the kitchen or insulting the food in front of his grandfather. The cycle kept repeating. Ransom's words would go from soft and sensual to explicit to threatening. Every rejection and returned threat only seemed to encourage him. He would not be deterred.

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Another Sunday, another awful family dinner. Tonight's atmosphere was already full of tension. Ransom's smug presence causing all hackles up and on high alert. Elizabeth wondered if so much rottenness in the air may spoil the food. It certainly made her lose her own appetite.

As Elizabeth brought out the main course, the group were in the middle of bragging about where they each were spending the holidays. Trying to outdo the other with the fun and lavish time they would be having.

Fran helped place the plates in front of them. It could have been actual ghosts serving them for all they noticed. Not even aware of the food under their noses until Elizabeth began speaking.

Ransom looked up at Elizabeth through his long eyelashes. “This isn't cooked,” he complained, smirking.

Gritting her teeth, Elizabeth explained the prime rib was cooked appropriately to bring out the best flavor and tenderness. When he continued to poke at it with his fork, she offered to throw it back in for him. He smiled and handed over his plate, remarking that a real chef would know what they were doing.

Walking back into the kitchen, she reminded herself that murder was wrong. Quickly heating up the piece of meat, she threw it back on the plate, resisting the urge to spit on it.

Go fuck yourself with a flaming cactus.

Elizabeth gave her apologies with a smile. Asking him if he would prefer the alternate meal that his aunt and cousin had because there were extras. He made a face but didn't make further demands.

Linda called to her before she could escape. “Elizabeth, dear. As I'm sure you are aware, we are all family here, including the staff.” Her lips pressed in a firm line, corners barely upturned, making heavy eye contact with Elizabeth. “And as a family, I'm sure you can agree we should be able to be honest with one another. It pains me to say this, but facial piercings are trashy and you should really consider removing that garbage from your pretty face.”

Elizabeth stood there, speechless at the gall of this woman.

“I couldn’t disagree more. It’s a sign of her independence and individuality. How dare you try to oppress her.” Joni reached for Elizabeth’s hand, which luckily was out of her reach.

Eyes momentarily narrowed at her sister-in-law, Linda sighed and raised her hands in defeat. “Well if she wants to look like whore, then I can't help her.”

Meg scoffed, “You’re being an asshole.”

“Shut up, teen bop and eat your tofu.”

The arguing continued as Elizabeth slipped away to the shelter of the kitchen. Fran was waiting for her, having heard everything. “It's amazing how they phrase straight up insults as being helpful, isn't it? I felt so valued as a family member when she told me last week that a show she watches has a monkey butler and I should watch it and take notes.”

Elizabeth shook her head in disbelief, “These people.”

“Just wait. You haven’t seen half of what they are capable of yet.”

The pair carried out dessert; burgundy pears with whipped lemon cream cheese. The family seemed delighted, save for one scowling face.

Ransom speared the fruit with his fork, picking it up and twirling it. “What is this gooey blob? It looks like a tumor?”

“Takes one to know one,” Meg snorted, covering her mouth in embarrassment at the noise.

Joni caught Elizabeth’s arm as she walked by. Holding her in place as she gave hair and makeup tips. Explaining to her like a child, about how she should dress and carry herself. “I’d be willing to sell you my last season's fashions at a small discount, but we’d have to let them out of course.” Her head was thrown back with the force of her laugh.

“Bah,” Richard jeered. His flushed face reflected the copious amount of alcohol he had consumed. “Nobody wants your hippy-dippy fashions.” His unfocused eyes moved to Elizabeth. “Don’t you change a thing. Your body was made for the male gaze. More to grab on to. Show it off however you want. Or leave more to the imagination. However you are feeling, darling is A-OK.” He winked at her, then stretched his arms up, faking a yawn. Jiggling the money clip in his right hand to make sure it was seen.

This guy is literally waving his money around. Ew. Just ew ew ew.

Walt started shouting at Richard about hitting on the help. Citing his sisters honor and respect. Things he most likely had no idea the meaning of.

Only then did Harlan put a stop to the fighting. Not allowing illspeak of his daughter.

Elizabeth couldn't get out of the room fast enough.

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After she assumed the Thrombey horde filed out. Elizabeth turned on her playlist and began washing the large pile of dishes. Her breath hitched as a strong pair of arms wrapped around her from behind.

“Hard pass.”

Elizabeth growled. “I just want to do my job and go home. Not be hassled by some arrogant playboy. I want no part of whatever validation you get from this cat and mouse game. Now get your paws off of me.”

He felt her stiffen as his hands began to move up her torso. “So tense. Come on, you need some serious stress relief, especially after dealing with my piece of shit family. Let me help you.”

After a deep exhale, Elizabeth got her wits about her. “I wouldn’t want to risk catching the mountain of STDs you’re carrying.” He pulled away at her words, so she turned to face him. Looking him up and down with disdain. “You're not as hot as you think you are. Fifteen years ago maybe, but at your age the cocky fuckboy act isn’t cute, it's pathetic.”

He snarled and threw the dish in the sink, breaking it. Once his retreating figure was out of sight, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Murder wasn’t looking so bad.

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C68: Rescue Mission

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Rory leads you down a hallway. You see others dressed like him, but everyone seems to be minding their own business, noses in tablets, and charts. All this feels so different from the outside world. This is much closer to the Space Age, the technology is so advanced, and the electricity and resources are plentiful enough to sustain this kind of life with no issue, while people in remote locations starve and struggle to get water. And what do they use their blessings for? They inflict pain on those less fortunate; they kidnap people, experiment with them, and view them as objects. It makes your stomach turn, and you're glad Rory can't see your face, or you wouldn't be able to keep up your charade.

Your current captor uses a card hanging from his neck to open a door, and you see the lab equipment in it. You know this would be your final stop, but you need to give Vash more time to go through this mess of rooms and corridors. You consider waiting a moment longer, but then decide against it and take off running in the direction you came from.

"Hey! Stop!" You hear Rory shouting, and his footsteps are following you at a running pace. "Catch her!"

You see the other people turning their attention to you and bracing themselves to catch you, but you turn a corner sharply, slamming against the wall for a moment, and then keep running. You hear more shouting behind you. The lighting in the hallway changes; it is no longer sterile white as the red lamps start blinking and a siren starts up from the speakers. It's not too loud, so anyone outside the building probably won't hear it, but it's insistent enough that anyone inside can tell there is a situation. The sounds of more approaching footsteps reach your ears; you can tell they come from different hallways, but you aren't too worried; you know you can outrun almost anyone, maybe not Vash, but any regular human shouldn't give you any issues. You see the shadows approach, and you add speed, ready to push anyone aside.

As you pass a crossroad, you see a figure in the corner of your eye, and it looks like they have a gun pointed at you. It is surprising; you didn't think they would resort to gun violence to capture you, not yet at least, but you stand corrected as you feel a stabbing pain in your back that throws you to the ground. Your muscles spasm out of control for a moment before your brain catches up to what's going on. Those weren't bullets that hit you; that isn't a gun; it is a taser. Your body adjusts quickly to the pain, the adrenaline helps you to recover rapidly, and you grab the wires with your hand and pull the nodes out of your back. You hear a few people gasp at that, and you get on your feet again to keep running.

Your goal is to get as many people as you can to chase after you and to empty the hallways and rooms for Vash to have an easier time. You can take their punishment here as much as needed; as long as they are occupied with you, they can't go after Vash and the captives. You loop around again, making sharp turns into new hallways, hoping to run in a circle. You see a new group approach you straight ahead and turn again. It can't be easy for all of them to chase you all at once in these narrow halls. Surely they will soon change their strategy. You look over your shoulder to get a glimpse of the angry mob, but you don't see too much.

You don't know how long you have been running around like this. They tried the taser a few more times, and when it was obvious it barely did anything to stop you, they took to actual guns. You feel the wound in your leg and shoulder, but the amount of adrenaline running through you numbs the pain and has jumpstarted the healing. You hear the noises the scientist makes, as the bullets don't stop you. Another corner you slam into; your speed is too fast to avoid it, and you keep going. You know you have tired out most of the people chasing you; many stayed behind, and you know it's not ideal. You wonder how Vash is doing. The thought can cross your mind when you look down a different hall and see the familiar shade of red disappear behind the corner. You can't keep going this way, or you risk getting him caught. You stand still for a moment and hear more running. You turn around and head straight for the mob. You see the pipes running along the ceiling, and when you get close enough to the people, you jump up, grab hold of the metal, and swing yourself over the scientists. The pipe breaks, starting to spew water onto everyone, and you fall to the ground. The rain coming down distracts your chasers enough that you can get on your feet again and keep going.

Another gunshot from right behind you, and this time you feel it in your liver. The exit wound is quite large; this wasn't a tiny little pistol that shot you. The pain makes your legs go numb, and you lose your footing.

"Get her now! Quickly!" a commanding voice sounds out behind you. All you can think about is just how much you hope Vash didn't hear all this, as small as the possibility is. You pray that he isn't coming for you.

You feel hands grab the cloak around you, and you open the clasp on your shoulder before stumbling forward. You can't afford to get caught here; he needs more time. Your other hand holds pressure on the exit wound, blood spewing from between your fingers as you take off running again. The pain is nearly unbearable, but you know exactly why you need to keep going.

"How is she still going?!"

"Careful! She's armed!"

You aren't as fast anymore, occasionally having to look for support from the wall. You need to get away. You turn another corner and are met with a new group of people. Shit. You take out a knife with your free hand, the other still holding pressure on your wound. You need a bit more time before the wound is healed enough to stop bleeding and to cause you less pain.

"Get her!" you hear coming ahead of you. You look up, rage burning inside you. Your expression makes them hesitate for a moment before they charge at you. More people are approaching from behind. You brace yourself for the onslaught, but everyone's focus is broken when gunshots echo from further away.

"What's this?" someone yells. "Are there others? What is happening?"

"Someone go look! Don't sit around on your asses! We can take this girl on our own; she can't run anymore!"

This won't do. You need to keep them here, so instead of waiting for them, you charge. You release your stomach, your fingers curling up into a fist. You attack them before any can leave, taking down the ones closest to you with ease. Your speed and strength keep surprising them, and you use it to your advantage. They don't have combat training; they are just scientists. You throw more of them down, hitting some on the jaw to knock them out or using the blunt back of your throwing knife to dig deep into pressure points and cause pain. The other group catches up to you, and their sheer number starts to overwhelm you. Their hands grab at you, your clothes, and your straps to pull you back, making it harder to hit anyone. They grab your arm and manage to slap a cuff onto your wrist, but you twist out of their grasp before they can get your other arm restrained. Your knee digs into the stomach of the man closest to you before you grab his lab coat and throw him into the others, causing them all to topple. Before you can revert your attention back to the first group, you feel a slight stabbing pain in your arm, and you look to see an empty syringe.

"Goodnight!" The scientist holding the syringe grins, but you grab his arm to pull him closer and headbutt him to the point where he falls to the ground, passing out.

"Goodnight!" you answer with a grin.

"What the hell is she? How did she get here?!" You hear the panic in their voices, some choosing to retreat.

"Don't let her get away! Can't you see how valuable she is?" You follow the voice, and you see the taser pointed at you.

You try to dodge and hit the weapon out of his hand, but it is too crammed. Your feet are restricted by the number of limp bodies surrounding you, and as the nodes of his taser hit your chest, more dig themselves into your lower back and legs. It makes your muscles contract, and you fall to the ground. It takes longer for you to regain control.

"Cuff her now!" The same man with the taser shouts, but you force your body enough to stab the knife you're holding into his foot. "That bitch!"

He kicks your head hard, making everything go black. The pain and electricity coursing through your body stop, and your eyes shoot open again. You only feel pain in your jaw where you just got kicked, and you see them trying to cuff your wrists together, but you jerk your arm away and use your fingers to grab your face and move everything into place again, your healing factor taking care of the rest.

"What kind of monster is this? Is she one of his? Why is she here?!" The voice comes from behind you as you jump to your feet again. The wound in your stomach is no longer slowing you down. You hear more gunshots, but from a lot closer this time. There's no time to waste. You rip away the weapons in their hands so they can't use them against you anymore. The tasers slide across the floor out of their reach before you knock more of them to the ground, fueled by rage and a sense of urgency. You don't know what the gunshots meant, but you need to make sure Vash and the others are safe.

You push the last guy up against the wall, the hand still holding the bloody knife pressing into his chest, your fist wound up to knock him out.

"Please! Why are you doing this?!" The man sounds scared, and you look into his wide, dark eyes. Your hand is stopping centimeters away from his nose. He looks terrified of you.

"Why?!" disbelief laces your voice. "Why am I doing this? You're cutting up people here and experimenting on them. Do you think this is okay? To open them up and toy around?! To replace their organs with someone else's just to see what happens? To torture them? To dissolve their cells in hopes the new ones are better? Do you think it is okay to kill and inflict pain in the name of science? Is this science? Or is it sick curiosity? A desire to be god?"

You didn't even realize when the knife moved from his chest to his throat. He is pressed completely against the wall, standing on his tiptoes to avoid getting cut. Fear and terror are in his eyes as he looks at you.

"You sick fucks! You dare ask me why I'm doing this?"

"Iris!" You hear Vash's voice behind you; he had to nearly shout for it to reach you over your own raised voice. "Step back."

You look over to him and see the concern on his face. Part of his worry stems from seeing you so enraged, threatening the man with a knife, and shouting at him. Your own past is catching up to you. The other thing stinging his heart is the half of your face covered in a dark bruise that is only now starting to change color and heal. Your clothes are bloody too.

"Don't kill him!" Vash tries to reach you again. "Let's go!"

Your eyes trail away from him, and you see the group of twenty or so people following him. They all look scared out of their minds, and you can tell they are the captives.

"You go! Get them out of here! Protect them!" you say insistently.

"Come with us." His voice softens.

"We can't leave this lab standing as it is," you remind him.

"Then I'll do it. Tap out," he says, taking a step towards you.

"Stick to the plan. You're better at protecting them. I'll stick to what we discussed too."

You take the knife from the man's throat, and he slumps to the ground. You know you went too far, but the rage boils deep inside you. The terrors inflicted on you in the past demanded some form of justice, or at least to not be repeated again. You give the slumped down figure a backhanded slap, and he falls to his side, one of his comrades becoming his pillow.

"Go, Red! Don't waste time! I'll try to keep the attention on myself! Move!" You give him a reassuring look, your heart still a stormy mess, before you turn away and take off in a run.

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Who Am I?

First Blog on this website... So let's start at who I am. You can call me what my username is, or just call me Mav for short. I'm 16, male, Asian, and no.. Not looking for a relationship. I'm in 11th grade STEM class writing on this blog for E-tech... What's next?... Let me just start with my hobbies. Playing Games: It all started when I was 3 or 4, when my dad had me sat on his lap and play my first game, "Feeding Frenzy". It's a game where you control this fish and you eat other fish to grow into a bigger fish which is the main premise of the game which I loved playing. It then branched out to other genres which was kid-friendly at first: Putt-Putt, Jumpstart, Bookworm Adventures. Then that's where things changed after waking up one morning when I was 5, Dad was playing this racing car game which looked better than Jumpstart Advanced 1st Grade or Putt-Putt enters the race. It was Need for Speed: Carbon. (Fun fact: It was this game that I learned how to use the keyboard...well the arrows which then switched to "aswd" and it was because of this that it took 7 years to correct my hand placement since I had one that I was comfortable with when playing the NFS series). It then branched to other genres which were other NFS titles like Most Wanted, COD (MW3 and B0), RTS games like Total War and Empires, Open-World games like Elder Scrolls, Fallout, Overlord, KOA: Reckoning and just a little bit of DA. It was a fun childhood though most of these games lost their flair after a couple years. One last thing about games. Just after Covid19 started, I was looking for more games to play and I stumbled upon Osu well... more like watched a god tier gamer in YT have insane reaction speed. Tried it, sucked at standard so I switched to Mania and man, did I do good on that Easy map so I kept playing till after 2 years. Here's my acc if anyone's interested: https://osu.ppy.sh/users/19218817. That's it for this game hobby that I have, moving on. Reading/Watching Fiction: I'm a huge nerd of fiction. Dad is a huge nerd of it as well. So let's repeat again. Dad, huge fan of Star Wars, had 6 year old me look into it. Didn't like it since the movies were all "prequel of the sequel of the yadda yadda" fast forward a few years, Hobbit came out, had me interested, went with my dad to the cinemas to watch, remarked the LOTR trilogy was better, watched that after, told me to read tolkien's instead, read the hobbit instead cause tolkien's was too long, Dad discovered LitRpg, didn't notice anything, only after a few months did I notice him using his phone a bit too much, I asked and found out E-books. It was a rough start, trying to read LitRpg since most of them were harems and such but a few good ones started to come out. Aleron Kong's The Land Series and Michael Chatfield's Emirilia Series, go check them out. Moving on.

Exercise: Did a little Taekwondo(Red belt), stopped for a few years, Went gym.

That's it for hobbies. Just gonna put a few Interests here and there. Music: Mainly emo rock. Bands like MCR, Panic!ATD before he went pop, paramore and more. See what I did there? Food: Anything that isn't shrimp paste. That's it, Thank you for reading. *gonna add stuff if I can think of more things to put in*

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tehamelie · 1 month

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Astrology SHOULD be Astronomy (Community 1.2)

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The show intro is here! Britta is a real girl now! Everything's in place and this space rocket is taking off. I guess I am doing two episodes today.

Community S1E2: Spanish 101

We open with a little linguistics wordplay as the dean launches into a PA announcement wanders through a long series of, what's the word? Something in Latin for that thing when a line of thought and/or conversation branches into a wildly unexpected direction and cuts off the previous branch. Non secateur, got it.

Abed likes to make his life feel like a TV show. He hates when people think he thinks things really work by TV logic. Meanwhile, Britta thinks people aren't upset enough about Guatemala, in the fashion of the most annoying and least productive kind of civil rights activist.

A lot of people would probably say Britta is a great character who'd be an insufferable person to be around. Me, I find I forgive her a lot because I remember the trauma she's dealing with all the time. I'll skip to season 3 for a moment to remind the readers who might not: Here we learn Britta was molested by a hobo in a dinosaur costume, and when she told her dad her dad took his side. On her tenth birthday party.

So consider how many of her questionable decisions might just be wild panic reactions against any figure of authority she perceives.

Jeff makes a thunderous entrance, and just now I realize there's a good chance he was waiting outside the door for a moment when everybody would be bummed out (a certainty once Britta started talking) so he could make them feel good about seeing him.

And he more or less spells out how he doesn't want to be involved with these people at all beyond having them help him with homework, and he makes them feel sorry for him! I don't know what it is with Jeff, I don't remember being quite so frustrated with his whole thing back in the day. Well, it was in the heady days of before 2016. My tolerance for lying has gone down.

But come on, he tells six people, five of whom are falling over themselves to be friends with him, that he's so sad and lonely because he has no friends that it's hard to be around them when they talk about their rich personal lives. At least Britta isn't buying any of it.

Because, right, as their ensuing conversation reminds us, 90% of Jeff's motivations at this point is getting Britta in bed. (The other 10%, to get a C in Spanish.) It's weird to see, with five years of them having a better relationship weighing on my memory. And it makes perfect sense that Britta finds it offputting and is so laser focused on cutting through all his crap.

Pierce comments to Jeff, "You can have her. I have less to prove." I mean, right there, it should be a huge warning signal that Pierce thinks you and him are the buddies in his buddy movie. Except Jeff has such a rudimentary sense of shame that being associated with Pierce doesn't bother him.

Okay before I turn into Chidi Anagonye I should mention the button on this scene, where Pierce goes "Heeey" at a random Hijabi walking by, made me laugh. Sure, her reaction is an empathic "Ugh", he is a narcissistic chauvinist who doesn't get at all when his advances may be unwelcome, but it's still a simple humanizing moment for him. At least he didn't pick up any of his father's racism.

Then we cut to the girls jumpstarting a protest action as a wholesome social activity. A rather elegant parallel to the boys' failure to launch "what the kids are calling a sausage fest", well, let's pick this up later when we see the outcomes of the girls' protest and the boys' rigorously planned social bonding exercise.

Now it's time to meet Ben "Señor" Chang. Not to spoil future plot points, but when we know he can not teach or even speak a pidgin of Spanish his whole act of being upset at the racism any hypothetical people who questions why a Chinese American teaches Spanish gets hilarious. Well, even more hilarious.

Educational factoid for this episode: The Great Wall of China is not visible from space, contrary to popular myths. But there is some works of man can be seen if you know what you're looking for, namely the massive deforestation efforts in Russia.

So the class gets an extremely simple piece of homework where the challenge should be mainly a) working with a partner and b) making a public presentation. And we get out first look at Starburns, the legend.

Abed trades shirts with Jeff so Jeff will get to partner with Britta, and the funniest part of his is how badly does Abed want that shirt? Britta has seen him lust for it for weeks which helps her stay a step ahead of Jeff. Once Abed has him where he wants him he demands the shirt right there on the spot. Why? It looks pretty silly on him.

And so begins the great, forced friendship of Pierce and Jeff, with some unprovoked overly personal stories from Pierce, reluctance from Jeff who maintains they can just do their very simple homework in ten minutes and get out, and a toast "to the empowerage of words". I think that bottle Pierce offers is some real strong stuff, 50% alcohol or so. Might be the best way to get along with either of these fellas honestly.

Pierce seems really sincere in his attitude that he wants to make an outrageous presentation, that he's not just massively overdoing it (starting by breaking down "what is a story?") to get to spend more time with Jeff, even though that's a fitting ironic punishment for Jeff who'd certainly do something similar if Britta was stuck with him. Although the reason he wants to blow Spanish class away is to make a good impression of the Hawthorne-Winger team which seems even worse. He's really committed to making people think of him and Jeff together, and even even worse, I think he wants that because he thinks it would help Jeff's image.

Over to the protest already in motion, with people having fun, eating brownies and playing music. Britta is having none of this tacky activism, but then, rather than Britta-ing the protest, she is humbled by the insight that Annie and Shirley's haphazard, spur of the moment protest with their poor understanding of the situation they're addressing and, err, a piñata in the likeness of a guy who was beaten to death is something and her feeling bad about people's suffering isn't anything, and she joins in. It's a beautiful learning moment.

Back to the boys, where the presentation is really coming together. It's "gratuitously critical of Israel" which sounds pretty good. Speaking as we were of murdered journalists. Troy and Abed stroll by and plan out and perform their presentation basically without slowing down, just to really drill in how super easy this should be.

Learning Britta is out there caring about stuff that Jeff can pretend to care about to impress her is his last straw. Before storming off he yells Pierce's presentation belongs in "a museum for crazy people" which is such a great absurd turn of phrase. Does he mean a museum of the works of crazy people? No, it's got to be for the crazies, by the crazies.

You've got to learn to be less polite to the Pierces of the world, buddy. Anything less than vehemently rejecting their creepy/misinformed/self-serving ideas only encourages them. I mean here Pierce was clearly under the impression they were both having fun and sharing and bonding. "You want to bail on our sausage fest just to see a girl?" I mean it's only when Jeff storms off it begins to penetrate Pierce's skull that he never wanted to be there.

It's annoying me now that I look at the amount of paragraphs I'm writing about the dual plotlines that the boys seem to get much more attention than the girls. Particularly Annie has barely received any characterization yet. But, I have hope it's going to even out over time.

Then again, Annie spends the big action scene here standing still with her mouth taped over.

Love the bit when Piece's whole arm goes on fire and his immediate reaction is to blame Jeff. Reminds me of a certain US president who's of the school of philosophy that if you can dominate your enemies with an argument then that supersedes any observable facts.

Annie does play the front stage in the next scene, reading the newspaper with Shirley and making plans with Shirley for their next protest, with Britta's blessing. Seems like these three have had some successful bonding without trying to make it a special occasion or even having much of a conversation. Yeah I told you I was going to discuss the parallels, but now that we can see the whole picture, I don't feel there's much to say about it.

The big twist, of course, when Jeff learns (in Britta's opinion) Pierce is a very sad and lonely old man he steps up and, in fact, shows her that he cares about something she cares about and joins willingly in Pierce's madness, titled Two Conquistadors.

The musical montage doesn't really tell us anything, but I imagine they're doing a dramatized telling of the entire history of both Spain and Mexico, according to Pierce who doesn't know anything about anything. Surely he's picked up a lot of weird pseudo-knowledge of racial stereotypes from his father even if the hate isn't there.

The greatest part is the slow closeups on Chang looking like he thinks, despite the ridiculousness on the surface of it, maybe there's wisdom in here, and grace, maybe some kind of holistic enlightenment, maybe the fellows have found the truth in a grain of sand. Which, of course, we then learn is not what he's thinking at all.

There's a dream of peace in Palestine, there's silly string, there's Annie taken hostage in a pretend canoe, there's shots every person in the class having complex emotions. And I had completely forgotten there's tin foil robots involved.

Jeff, after getting his F- for the presentation, in some misguided impulse to assert his masculinity tries to convince Britta he only did it to impress her and not because he felt bad for Pierce at all, but nope, it was all over his face and she knows it, and she has to resort to turning him down with the excuse that he acted so ridiculous it made him permanently sexually unattractive. This seems a little forced, a little too much of shoehorning in a "will-they-won't-they" plot. Or maybe I'm just over that plot.

Advanced Community proofs #2: The stinger to this episode is Troy and Abed's beatboxing Spanish word salad rap, which you probably remember. Did they know what an avalanche of memes they set into motion here? Probably not. It would still take a while to discover the deep, rich vein of comedy that comes out of putting Troy and Abed in the same room, and I seem to remember a lot of it came from this scene and seeing how people reacted to it. But still: Including the episodes with stingers this is the first one, and they instantly found a pure gold formula that allowed them to attach a free standing, infinitely memorable, infinitely memeable bit to any given episode. It was probably inevitable all along, but the seeds to six seasons and a movie are planted here. In the second episode.

#non secateur is my favorite malapropism i've made up and i'll use it until everyone does and i no longer have to explain the rationale #community rewatch

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