fought all the time

Ok but what if Ransom doesn’t really want to be a doctor.  His family and culture put a lot of pressure on their kids to be doctors and get prestigious jobs, and he wanted his parents to be proud of him so he went into pre-med.

What if he was having a post-game panic attack over molecular biology when a scout from the Maple Leafs asked him if he had a minute to talk.  And the thought of just not going to med school, of just ending his education in two months and not having to study for a test ever again, made him feel so relieved he found Holster afterwards and cried for five minutes.

“I don’t ever want to stop playing hockey,” he says to Holster, who… honestly, was kind of looking forward to not having morning practice for the first time since he was four.

What if Justin Oluransi made his parents the loudest, proudest cheering section in Toronto, screaming with love for their son the NHL player.

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Z Nation meme | four relationships [¼]  —– Murphy and Warren

I’m counting on you.

The Signs as Cats

Aries : an outdoor cat who goes down to the neighbor’s house to taunt the indoor cats who live there

Taurus : the grumpy old man who used to be super cool and now just wants to be fed on. time and the sun to stay in one goddamn place while he naps

Gemini : you know how all cats have a reputation for biting the shit out of someone when you go to pet their belly? gemini cat is why

Cancer : the kitten that fought and played with all the other kittens and got beaten every single time so is now sitting beside the mom cat crying and begging for attention

Leo : actually a dog but grew up around cats so just assumes cat mannerisms 

Virgo : the show cat, gets their fur trimmed and blown out every week, doesn’t play well with other cats because they are a Star™ (still eats their own vomit though)

Libra : sits on a table. purrs at you. very slowly pushes off whatever it is that you’re drinking. you yell. they open their eyes. the purring stops. there is. a phantom smile on their face as they do it again. repeat infinitely. 

Scorpio : if you ever hear a cat making ungodly cat noises in the wee hours of the night it’s a scorpio cat and it is entirely intentional fuck scorpio cat you’re causing a caffeine addiction

Sagittarius : similar to the scorpio cat but this cat is your cat and they don’t yell ohhhhh no. they just run across the house really loudly when you’re getting ready for bed to stop in your room stare you down then run out the other way. the next morning you realize they somehow stole all your underwear. 

Capricorn : the exhausted parent cat trying to keep a lid on the squirming masses of kittens that seem to erupt from everywhere, very grumpy but doing the best they can given the situation

Aquarius : a rescue cat that’s both scared of everything and fearless, no one’s sure how old it is since it’s full of energy but was in the shelter for a solid year or so without seeming to age at all 

Pisces : the owner. still cries at cat videos, even the funny ones. just *clenches fist* loves them kitties

Learning To Share - Stilinski Triplets [Smut] (Part One)

Author: @writing-obrien 

Character(S): Thomas/Reader, Stiles/Reader, Stuart/Reader 

Word Count: 5249 

Notes: Multiple Orgasm, Orgasm Denial, Foursome, Oral (all receiving), Exibitionism, Drug Use. I hope y'all like this, so here’s your surprise fic guys, and thanks to @stilinski-jpeg for her unwavering support here and all the help she gave me. 



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Am sitting here thinking about Kaltain Rompier and how Celaena hated her, and how they just fought and despised one another all the time. But Celaena was kind, and gave her a cloak, and that one act of kindness, that one act of friendship between two women, literally saves the world? Because Kaltain goes on to remember Celaena and that act of kindness and she thinks about it while she’s in Morath. And then Kaltain decides to do similar kindness, and burns part of Morath, stopping the breeding program and allowing Elide to escape. She does her part for the war. She gives Elide the Wyrd key because of the warm cloak in a cold dungeon. And Elide takes the key and delivers it to Aelin. And with the key, Aelin will be able to save the world. One act of kindness, between two women who hated one another, can save the world. It’s a beautiful plot line. 

And it ties in so nicely with Marion’s sacrifice. Marion’s sacrifice, which saved Aelin, made possible the entire plot of throne of glass. it ensured that Aelin lived. That there was someone for Elide to give the Wyrd key to. That there was someone to give Kaltain a warm cloak. 

Just. female friendship man. kindness from women. It gets me every time. *wipes away tear*

Forgive. Forgive them. The use and the abuse. Every rejection and wound. All the hurt, all the times you fought for nothing – forgive them. Forgive yourself. Take the hard step. Keep breathing; the weight of this won’t crush you. I am your God – I won’t let go of you. You can be brave in Me. There’s grace. It will be alright.
—  Late night talk with God (@this-abounding-grace)

okay but the crew stops at a planet for a diplomatic mission, but as they step off of the ship, it immediately starts to pour.

The inhabitants of the planet come running out - the rains a sign of good luck and fortune in their culture - and greet them enthusiastically. Lance tries to remember he’s a paladin. Tries to remember he has a job to do. tries to remember he has a reputation to uphold. Tries to remember that one wrong move could ruin this whole meeting.

But he can’t hold it in.

He drops to his knees in the rain, quiet sobs wracking his body as his eyes squeeze shut. Everyone around him backs up, creating their own circle far away from him, thinking that he’s happy to see the rains again. That he’s finally getting what he’s wanted after so long.

But they’re wrong.

All he can think about is his family. Sitting out on the porch with his grandmother, listening to the soft pitter-pattering of the rain while she knits or sews. Playing out in the puddles with his littlest sisters teaching them how to jump to make the biggest splash. Talking with his dad, listening to him hope that the rain doesn’t wash away the new coat of paint he just put on the house. Cooking with his mom, sharing in her hope that his siblings get home safe and sound.

But he doesn’t have that anymore.

They’re on earth. He’s on some strange planet. They’re going to school. He’s learning as he goes. They’re eating real meals. He’s eating goo. They’re together, happy. He’s alone, pretending everything’s okay. They’re living their lives, probably thinking he’s dead. Half the time he’s wishing he was.

But he has a job.

There are people who count on him. a universe that counts on him. He can’t exactly just leave them behind because the rain brings unwanted memories. No. he has to suck it up and push through.

But a hand finds it’s way to his back.

Lance doesn’t dare look up, not trusting his eyes to not allow tears to spill over, nor his ability to put on a smile and make a joke about how much of a baby he’s being. He stays still, focusing on the hand rubbing circles on his back. It’s probably Hunk. He always knows when Lance needs him, no matter how neutral his face is, or how convincing his laughter rings out.

But it’s not him.

“Take as much time as you need,” says a voice he’s become all too familiar with. A voice he’s fought with time and time again. A voice he’s dreamed about for months on end. A voice he’s longed to wake up to. A voice he’s told himself he hates just to be able to deal with the fact that its owner hates him.

But maybe he doesn’t.

Keith stays, eventually kneeling next to Lance. His hand never leaves his back. Not when Lance stops crying, nor when Lance leans onto him, eyes drooping, face void of any emotion. He stays. And Lance will hold onto that for as long as he can.

They didn’t agree on much. In fact, they didn’t agree on anything. They fought all the time and challenged each other ever day. But despite their differences, they had one important thing in common. They were crazy about each other.
—  Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook
Every team 7 ship VS NaruHina

To the clique that argued with me in the saltiest of ways, I dedicate to you my first ever anti nh post. I hope you think twice about telling people to kill themselves over your self insert and stop being a pimple on society’s ass.

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“Short answer: YES, many times and hopefully many times in the future

the FIRST time was a while ago… an y'know, i had expected it to happen on top of a building or in the rain or in the middle of a fight or something but… the truth is that it just… happened…like all the times we’d fought and flirted and teased and saved each other had led up to it

funny thing is… i don’t even remember what had happened before it… i think he had just finished saving my hide for the ten thousandth time and was about to arrest me for doing something dangerous and illegal like always but once we kissed… none of it even mattered”

Kiss and Tell

Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters/Relationship: Katsuki Bakugou, Ochako Uraraka, Kacchako
Genre: Gen/Romance
Rating: G
Length: 2384 words
Summary: Their lips brushed during a spar. It was an accident.

(basically, my take on the ‘accidental kiss’ trope)

[AO3]


It happened during a spar.

Uraraka quickly dodged Bakugou’s right hook, fist barely grazing her cheek as she moved out of range. She reached out to grab his outstretched hand, but he spun around before she could, seeing her strategy and crushing it with an explosion to the back. 

She grunted at the pain but refused to go down–she used the smoke to her advantage and put her training from Gunhead to good use; she locked her arms around his, using all her body weight to throw him overhead, catching him off guard–and before he could react, his back hit the ground with a resounding bang, the wind knocked out of his lungs. As he gasped, she took the chance to sit on his chest, pinning him down with her knee. 

Bakugou struggled against her grip as she tried valiantly to hold him down. 

“It’s not over yet, Uraraka!” He shouted, glaring with sharp eyes and quickly shoving her off of him, knocking her off balance. 

Soon, they devolved into wrestling each other on the ground, pushing and shoving and kicking, each trying to get the upper hand, victory just within grasp, until–

Their lips brushed.

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I just caught up on RWBY Chibi and I’m pretty sure Qrow violently slamming himself against a closed window while in bird form is how he gets Winter’s attention

btw, I’m guessing there’s something extra special about Eto/Yoshimura’s kagune. I still have Amon and Takizawa to take into consideration, but I’m sure you guys noticed the scar on Kaneki’s ribs this chapter, right?

It’s from the Owl quinque.

Kaneki was all healed up by the time he fought Arima in V14, and Haise had no marks when we saw his stomach during the Auction Raid. It seems like he was regenerating just fine with Rize’s super-kagune, right up until his hand was taken off by Kanae (who had Eto’s “strength”). 

He lost his: 

  • right hand = Kanea (vicariously Eto, followed by eating her kagune)
  • both legs = IXA - grew back normally
  • left hand = Owl
  • right ribs = Owl 

Everything other than that was “minor” slices and plain kagune being sloughed off, so it all ended up healing regularly. Everything that involved Eto or the Owl quinque, however, are scarred.

So maybe there’s something even more important behind that quinque that Arima knew would (hopefully) help Kaneki in the future somehow. I wonder what they can do…

yellowgoingblue  asked:

“i work at a little market/store and u came up to the register with a candy bar but didn’t have enough money to pay for the entire thing. but don’t worry, i got you, fam” au: I saw this and my mind screamed, "ANDREIL".

ok i combined both of these and neither is fully what you asked for but i hope you like it anyway!!!


It’s hot the way only New Jersey gets hot, America’s swampy asshole, thick damp air under an impermeable layer of smog, the sun mocking him from where it hangs between a few grey clouds that indicate but don’t promise an upcoming rain.

Neil’s jog is taking much, much longer than usual thanks to an unbearable amount of traffic. It doesn’t help that he’s had to reroute himself to get some British candy bar from the one Wawa that—without explanation—carries British candy bars.

He gets there eventually, eight miles away from his apartment and so fully dehydrated that he’s questioning how the fuck he’s going to make it back. Wawa is, as always, an oasis: refrigerators line the walls, and within them, blissfully, is cold water. He grabs a bottle and drinks half of it in the aisle before even going on the search for the Mars Bar.

The candy aisle has nothing, just mostly-depleted cardboard boxes of Snickers and Twix. The international section is mainly Latin American and Asian goods, and then, crammed between coconut water and Goya goods, a box of Mars Bars.

Like the boxes in the candy aisle, it’s empty.

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I commissioned @marshiyan for a reversal of The Kiss™, and this is the beautiful finished product! 

Accompanying little ficlet behind the cut!

Title: the kiss
Series: Voltron: Defender of the Universe (1984)
Pairing: Lance McClain/Allura
Word count: 1778
Summary: Keith doesn’t know what he did to deserve this, Pidge and Hunk are entertained, Allura is eternally patient, and Lance just wants to know what fond means. 
Notes: Apologies to those who were waiting on the fanart because I insisted on writing this for it. AO3 link.

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anonymous asked:

theres a verse in the new testament that says a man shouldnt have sex with other men, how would u refute this?

This kind of question has a lot of layers to it, actually, because we have to talk about Christian ethics in relation to the Bible. What is the Bible? Is it really just an instruction manual on how to behave? Like, are Christians supposed to just read the Bible and do what it says? I don’t agree with that interpretation in the first place, so just because the Bible says something, that doesn’t necessarily mean you have to do what it says, especially since the broader Biblical message is extremely anti-oppression, and gay people are clearly oppressed by hetero-normativity. The Bible is a sacramental and sacred work that contains the eternal truths sufficient for salvation - yes - but it is also a collection of writings by humans with limited human intentions. So let’s look at this verse in depth. I assume you’re talking about Romans 1: 26-27

So Paul is writing this letter to the Christians in Rome. Right away, we have a context that could shed some light on this. This is a letter to a particular group of Christians in a particular time. And what is this section of the first chapter about? It’s mostly Paul just rattling off on all of the ways that Roman culture is bad. In that description, he includes men having sex with men as an example of Roman depravity. He also includes pretty much every other thing you could imagine, saying that the Romans were “filled with every type of wickedness.” He then goes on to say, notably, in the first verse of the next chapter, that the Christians shouldn’t judge the Romans for their wickedness, because by doing so they would condemn themselves, since the Christians are doing the “very same things.”

The early Christians were heavily persecuted by the Romans and general Roman society (because their beliefs were essentially treasonous against the Roman emperor), so it is understandable that Paul has this rant against the Romans, although he definitely shouldn’t have used their homosexuality as a point against them. The real question is, why are we treating this rant as if it speaks to a universal truth about the nature of God and relationships? How does this fit in to our understanding of God as Love, as defined in the Gospels? Does Jesus ever, at any point in His ministry, alienate people from his discipleship because of perceived sexual indecency? No - but He does take people to task for doing that all the time.

I honestly think you can write this off as a mistake of Paul, not understanding the universal nature of God, and assuming that certain elements of Roman culture (which was an imperialistic culture that was killing them, remember) were bad that really weren’t. Paul gets a lot of things wrong. The early Christians fought with Paul all of the time about the things he was getting wrong. Paul himself says that he’s wrong in his own letters, and he cautions people that when he isn’t speaking with love, you shouldn’t listen to him.

Can the fruits of LGBT bigotry EVER result in love? I think the answer is clearly and definitively no. God is Love, and God loves everybody for who they love, and how they express themselves. That’s the only attitude that has ever been shown to increase the amount of love around us - and remember, that’s the presence of God. 

Rescuer | Baby Driver Imagine

Rescuer

Requested: yes, thank you, @rory-is-in-ravenclaw , I hope you like this!!

Rating: PG-13, physical abuse bc YN gets held for ransom by Baby’s team, a lot of fluff and some lawbreaking (I mean it’s a Baby Driver fic so there had to be) also some cursing!!

Summary: Baby wakes up without you in his bed and knows something is wrong, he will do anything to make it right.
(Or the one where Doc sends the team to kidnap you so rope Baby back in).

You had woken up with a hand over your mouth, more specifically a hand with a cloth in it. You hadn’t stayed awake long enough to thrash around and resist like your instincts told you to do.

Baby, however, had woken up in the same bed several hours later. He reached for you without opening his eyes but his hand hit the mattress flatly. Your side of the bed was cold. This had forced him to open his eyes quickly, looking around for you in your shared bedroom. He called your name but all he got back was deafening silence pierced by the screeching of his tinnitus that never left him. He slipped in an earbud and checked his phone for texts from you, a note- anything, he searched around the house in every room where he thought you could possibly be, a sense of dread and panic swimming up from his stomach to his heart. His head swirled partly because of how tired he felt, and possibly because of how worried he was that you had left without a trace.

Baby tried to think of all the possibilities: you and him hadn’t fought in a long time, and all of your things were here, every single thing was where it was supposed to be, so you hadn’t left him without saying goodbye.

The door was unlocked. Baby knew that you made it a priority to make sure to lock your doors, especially at night. You never forgot, ever. And you would have locked the door behind you if you had gone out of the house in your right mind.

Maybe this was some sick prank- Baby kept hoping that you would jump out from behind a corner he had somehow missed looking in before. He knew you hadn’t gone on a run, or went out for food, you would have texted him to let him know first to avoid the feeling of overwhelming concern he felt now.

Baby circled back around to the bedroom and ran a hand through his hair, checking his phone one more time and trying to text and call your contact before throwing it down on the bed. It felt useless now that he couldn’t talk to you on it.

For the first time, Baby noticed that your phone was still sat on your bedside table- on silent, as you always kept it that way when the two of you were sleeping. Baby’s eyes widened as he processed what he was seeing: “oh shit.”

The picked up your phone, the plastic and metal cold on his hands, clearly nobody had touched it in a long time.

He set it back down before pacing back and forth throughout the room, his brain tricking him every so often into thinking that he heard your voice or that the door had been unlocked and pushed open, he knew it wasn’t real and that something was seriously wrong. It wasn’t like you to just leave, and it definitely wasn’t like you to leave your phone by your bed.

Then his burner phone began to ring from inside the drawer if the bedside table on Baby’s side of the bed. It hadn’t rung in weeks, or at least Baby hadn’t answered it in weeks. Baby had made it clear that he was done with Doc and the life of crime that he had been forced to live for so long.

This time though, he picked up the phone and answered without hesitation. His mind was already starting to put the pieces together that Doc, or somebody from the team, was behind this situation.
“Hello?” Baby spoke as soon as the line connected.

“Well, it’s nice to hear your voice again, Baby! It’s been a while, weeks, even.” Doc sounded friendly, as though he was making small talk. This was not a time Baby was willing to make small talk.

“Where is she?”

“You’ll have to be more specific, Baby, it’s been so long since we last spoke that-”

“Doc- cut the bull shit, okay? I know you’re going to want something from me to get her back, I swear to god if any of you fucks lay a finger on her, you’re going to lose a hand.” Baby had had enough. Doc only chuckled.
“Listen, Baby, we all know how much you love her, we’ve been watching the two of you fall in love, haven’t we?” Baby could hear several statements of agreement come from the team in the background.

“Now, listen, we miss you around here, Baby, come home.”

Baby bristled at the word home.

“That is not my home, and you are not my family-” he cut himself off before he could finish, he had begun to say that you were his family, but he didn’t want to hear that phrase warped and used to mock him later or ever.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll think otherwise when you stop in to see us. Make it sooner than later- you know where to find us.”

Baby drove faster than he’d ever driven in his life, only waiting to put on pants before leaving the house. No sunglasses, no music, just the need to know that his lover was safe.

Baby was met by Doc at the door, who held his arms open as if he wanted to embrace him. Baby stepped forward but remained far enough away that the embrace couldn’t happen. He stayed still as Doc closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms like a constrictor around Baby. Baby’s body only became more tense. “The prodigal son returns to his father!” Doc smirked at Baby as he pulled away. “M'not your son,” Baby protested. Doc said nothing as he led Baby through the hallways down farther than Baby had ever gone into the building. Now they were in the basement, far away from the usual planning room with the long table and chalkboard.

“Where is she, Doc,” Baby implored, hoping that maybe he would be shown compassion. Doc acted as though he hadn’t heard Baby’s voice at all. Doc used a key to open a thick metal door at he end of the hallway and Baby couldn’t help but think that it looked like a dungeon.

“You ignored us, Baby,” Doc said cooly as the door swung open. baby followed through and tried not to flinch so visibly when Doc spun on his heel to face him. “Now, we have leverage. You’re done when we say you are, Baby, you know that. I hope you’ve had a nice little vacation with your little girlfriend- she’s a pretty little thing- isn’t she? Let’s not do anything to jeopardize that.”

Baby tried to look unbothered by his comment. Now that they were in the room, Baby eyes adjusted and he could see the entire team seated on folding metal chairs, Darling sat on Buddy’s lap as usual. Bats held a rope in his hand and then Baby followed the rope with his eyes he registered that you were attached, by your ankle, the rope clearly tied too tight around your ankle, it looked wrongly colored and raw, most likely from you moving farther than the rope would allow.

Baby’s entire body went weak at the sight of you crumpled on the floor and not moving, you were still in his clothes that you’d fallen asleep in, a tee shirt that was too big even for Baby, looking like a dress on you.

“Let her go- you know I’ll do whatever you tell me too, I just- I just have to know that she’s okay first-” Baby pleaded and tried to not let anyone hear that his voice had broken. He felt more vulnerable than ever without his music and sunglasses.


“Come on, guys can’t we at least let him check on her-” Darling was silenced by Buddy placing a firm hand on her thigh. Doc raised an eyebrow. “Baby, looks like you still have some allies here- that’s good. Don’t let that stop being true.”

Baby looked at Doc and nodded obediently, he’d do anything to ensure your safety. Doc scanned his face, wrinkles forming due to worry. Baby turned back to look at you, not daring to step any closer before he was given permission, he knew that the last thing he needed was the team even more on edge, or worse, angry.

“Fine, you can see her.” Doc said slowly, Baby felt as though he couldn’t move fast enough to drop to his knees by your side and begin checking for a pulse.

Finally after what felt like agonizing years, he found it. It was steady and consistent and more than Baby had dared to hope for. The team watched silently, Darling looked troubled and whispered something to Buddy, who only shook his head.

Your skin was cold from laying on the heartless metal floor, Baby picked you up softly, speaking to you quietly.

“Okay, YN, gonna pick you up now, you’re going to be okay, I won’t let anything bad happen to you. He pulled you gently into his lap, making sure that your clothes covered as much of you as they could. His eyes widened and his nostrils flared at the sight of your face, it was usually serene and pure, now you looked troubled, even though you were unconscious and as Baby smoothed your hair back he found bruises, darkened, hand shaped bruised with certain points that were darker than others that resembled rings.

Buddy’s rings.

It took everything in Baby not to lung at his team member, he simply lifted his head and looked around. "Why the fuck did she get hit.” He said, his teeth clenched. “Why would you hit her like this, she’s not one of you, you didn’t have to do this?” Baby knew his voice had gotten a bit whiny and he stopped himself.

Cradling you in his arms and rubbing up and down your arms to warm you up. All the movement caused you to stir, your legs curling slightly closer before being stopped abruptly by the unrelenting hold on your ankle that Bats controlled with the rope.
“You may hate me, but you don’t have to do this, Bats, you know that you don’t,” Baby looked from Bats to the rope and then back at Bats. He received only a shrug in return.

Your eyes flashed open and you began to jerk, your last memory being a man’s hand swinging towards your face in this very room, but now you breathed in and heard Baby’s voice and saw him. You were so thankful he was here now.

“You came,” you breathed, looking up at him. He nodded. “Of course I did, you’re going to be alright, they’re not going to touch you ever again.” The last part was directed at the team, Baby received no assurance that his demands would be met and he grew furious, the last thing he wanted to do was scare you but he couldn’t hold back a yell. “Do not fucking touch her!”

Buddy sat up in his chair, Darling relinquished her seat and Buddy stood up, walking over to where Baby and you were sitting on the floor.

“Listen kid, there’s no need to yell. We can hear you just fine,” his voice was taunting and unfeeling.

“Why did you do this?” Baby questioned, trying to control his emotions.

“Well, why don’t you tell him, sweetheart?” Buddy reached for your face and you winced away before he could do so. “Don’t.” Baby growled at Buddy, who threw up his hands in mock surrender before talking again. Crouching down so he could see your eyes.

“Tell him what happened, sweetheart. Or it’s gonna happen again,” baby wrapped you tighter in his arms without thinking and you shook your head.

“I- I tried to run away,” you spoke quietly, your voice hoarse.
“And?” Buddy said, requesting you continue.

“I fought,” you mumbled again.

“What was that, princess?” Buddy glowered at you, and showed off some deep red scrapes on his arm.

“Your little bitch here did this to me, after I told her that I wouldn’t have to fuck her up if she just stay put, clearly she can’t follow basic directions,” Buddy snarled and Baby’s eyes squinted with anger.

“So you beat her until she was unconscious?” Buddy rolled his eyes. “A tap never hurt anybody,”

Baby’s voice shook. “Don’t do it again.” Buddy shrugged. “You did this to her, don’t know why you’re so pissed at me, you’re the one who brought her here,” Baby shook his head.

“This has nothing to do with her, you’re all pissed at me for trying to live a good life and took it out on my family,” he was so angry and so scared. “Baby, it’s okay, I’m okay,” you spoke softly so only Baby could hear. He shook his head. “Stop, it’s not,” he couldn’t help but be proud that you had held your own so well.

“Baby, we have a job to do. Your girl will be staying in here with Buddy while the rest of you complete the job. You will be briefed on the way there. So far things have gone relatively well, there’s no permanent damage to your girl. Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”

Baby let his head fall slightly in defeat.

“I’m so sorry, YN, I’m so sorry, so, so sorry,” he said and kissed your hair, his hand cupping your head close to his chest. You wished he didn’t have to leave you again.

You tried not to show it but you were scared. It had been a rough morning.

First, you’d woken up in the back of a van, on the floor. You’d started screaming until Darling had crawled into the back where you were and silenced you with a hand over your mouth.

“Calm down, chica, you’re okay, were taking you to a spot to wait for Baby to show up. Our boss is mad that your boy has been ignoring him, and now we have to do this. I know you’re scared, but trust me, I know Baby well, and he find you as soon as he can. We’re not here to hurt you, just need to get your boys attention, okay?” You could feel hit tears streaming down your face.

“Why, why do you guys listen to your boss? Why can’t you just let Baby leave?” You we’re trying not to sob but you were so fearful.

“Sh, c'mere, Chica.” The woman drew you close to her and smoothed your hair before continuing. “You and Baby are so young, you don’t understand how this all works, just do as you’re asked and you’re going to be alright, these guys may seem scary but I promise that you don’t need to be scared unless you try something stupid.” You nodded, and Darling looked at you tenderly, almost in a maternal way. More than she wanted to admit, she wanted to take care of you. “I’m Darling, your name is?”


You told her, sure that they already knew your name. “Lovely, well, YN, we’re close to our stop and I can’t let you remember the way in, you understand don’t you?” You began to back away fearfully on your hands and knees shaking your head, and crouching against the wall of the truck.

“No, my love, this will only be harder if you resist, alright? This won’t hurt you, it’s medical grade- I made sure of that. Only the best for the kid’s girl.”

She held up a medical looking mask, blue with white trim, with soft elastic hooks for your ears. She held your face firmly in her hand as she held the mask against your mouth and nose.

You convulsed, trying to avoid breathing long enough to get away some how but within a few seconds, your vision blurred all you could hear was the truck braking and Darling kissing your head and mumbling, “sweet dreams, mi amor.”

You felt your body slump and you were knocked out.

The next time you awoke, you were in a dark room propped up against the wall. Across from you there was a door, next to the door sat a man whose arms were crossed, watching you stir awake.

“Glad to see you up and at ‘em,” he said, and you could tell he really couldn’t care less what you did.

“Where am I?” You questioned, trying to stand but failing due to the drugs that were still in your system. “Easy there, take it easy,” he warned. “What do you want?” You questioned again, this made the man crack a slight smile. “I can see why he likes you,” he said calmly.
“What do you want, I don’t have any money, Baby and I didn’t do anything to you guys?”

The man sighed and stepped across the room towards you. You felt more vulnerable than ever in just a tee shirt that reached the middle of your thighs.

“We don’t want anything from you, we just need you to get Baby’s attention, and you will, we just need you to sit in here until he comes and not do anything stupid,” you tried to process all the information, fear racking through your body.

“Why are you doing this?” You questioned, the man shrugged. “Our boy has been slacking lately, missing work, we just need him back.” Your brows furrowed.

“Where are we?” The man shook his head, suddenly seeming much less calm and pleasant, his dark skin now forming a frown. “I said don’t do anything stupid. Do you really think that I would tell you where we are?” You didn’t respond, looking around the dimly lit room.

“Stay here and don’t move, and again, do not do anything stupid,” he said, and left the room, slamming the door behind him. There were no windows, only a small slit in the door that was filled in with glass. You began searching for a second door, a hole in the floor, somewhere to hide- anything. There was nothing. You walked to the door and peered out, pressing on the glass with your hands. You started to pound on the glass, trying to get it to break.
You knew that breaking the glass most likely wouldn’t help you much but you wanted to try anyway.

Suddenly, a figure walked swiftly to the door from down the hallway. You could tell that there were only lights on the ceiling every few feet so his presence took you by surprise. You helped as he banged on the door with his fist. You ran away from the door as you watched the knob twist open, you could tell a key was used to get the door open and noticed that there was a slot for the key on this side of the door.

The man burst into the room.

“Didn’t Bats tell you not to do anything stupid?” You blinked in shock, backed against the wall. When you didn’t respond, the man strode over to you determined, placing a hand above your head on the wall. “Answer me,” he demanded and you nodded quickly, not wanting and trouble.

“Good. So why were you doing something so painfully goddamn stupid?” Your eyes widened and you shook your head, not sure of what to say.

“I said, answer me.” He snarled and you tried to think of something to say. “I-I’m sorry,” you offered, looking at the ground, turning your head so you were as far away from him as possible.

“We were trying to be so fucking nice to you, y'know that? We left you in here with no cuffs, no rope, no tape over your mouth, and you repay us like this?”

You said sorry again, you couldn’t think of anything else to do.

“Alright, sweetheart.” His words were neutral enough but somehow they made you wince in fear.

“I’m going to come back sooner than you think and if you try anything again, you better believe that it won’t be pretty.” He slapped his hand over your head, making his way to the door, this could be your only chance. You ran to the door and tried to follow the man out of the room. You were unsuccessful and he pushed you backwards, you stumbled and fell back.

“What the hell did I just tell you?” He roared and you put your hands over your face as he walked back into the rom. He grabbed at the neck of your shirt and swung at your face. You yelped in pain as his hand connected with the side of your head, you could feel his rings digging into your skin and grabbed your injury with both hands, tears welling in your eyes, an ache settling deep into your head.

“That’s what happens when you do stupid things, sweetheart. Now you’re going to have consequences.”

He stormed from the room and returned moments later with a rope. You shook your head, trying to run away but you couldn’t, the man had shut the door behind him and had you cornered. You swung your hands in desperation, one connecting with his forearm. He hissed and you saw that you had done some damage, the trail where your nails had been was raised and an angry shade of fuchsia.

“You bitch.” He growled at you, putting a hand around your neck. “I should really do some damage, how would you like that? For Baby to come in and see you fucked up?”

You shook your head as best you could with his hand on your throat.

“I won’t do it again, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again,” you pleaded and he sighed, removing his hand. “You better be on your best behavior now, sweetheart.” You nodded and allowed him to tie the rope far too tight around your ankle, connecting the other end to a u-shaped metal hook on the wall, the rope was looped through it and tied securely. You could move far less than before and you sat down when you were told to do so.

“Now, for the final goddamn time,” he punctuated his statement with another blow to your face, this time you could tell that you would have a black eye. “Do not,” he glared down at you, “do anything stupid.”

You nodded and he wound up as though he was going to kick you in the side. You flinched and threw your hands up for protection. “See, sweetheart? Things could get much nastier for you here,” you didn’t respond until he delivered a final blow to your head, knocking you out.

You’d awoken in Baby’s arms, his hands trying desperately to find a pulse and to warm you up. He could see the bruises on your face, and you wanted to tell him that they probably looked worse than they felt. The room was much fuller now, your ankle was still tied so tight that your foot had begun to go numb. Instead of being connected to the wall, the end was held by the first man you’d talked to. The worse of the two had Darling on his lap,
Baby was facing them, on the floor with you cradled into his chest. He whispered kind things to you and then began to shout at the others in the room.

He returned to apologizing to you and this time you only curled closer to him. “It’s okay, Baby, you have to go, I know you’ll come back, I trust you,” you said. Baby kissed your head again and wished he’d brought his jacket- anything to keep you warm and more comfortable in this hellish room.
..(back to real time).

“So it’s settled,” Doc spoke confidently. “Baby, Darling and Bats, follow me,” it wasn’t a request, you and Baby both knew he had no choice. Before leaving the room, Baby walked up to Buddy, pure anger and fear coursing through his veins.

“Do not touch her again. I will kill you,” Baby said darkly and this time Biddy said nothing. Everyone knew that he was serious about the threat.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can, beautiful girl, I love you.”
Your heart swelled and you were glad your arms were free to wrap around Baby.
“I love you too, be safe, come back in one piece,” you said. Neither of you wanted to let go until Buddy walked up and grabbed the rope attached to your ankle. “Visiting hours are over, Baby, go now. The sooner you leave the sooner you can come back.”

Baby reluctantly nodded and squeezed you tighter before he let go. You missed his warmth. You were exhausted physically and emotionally and you propped yourself up against the wall, trying to find the best place to sit. Buddy left but told you that he would be right outside the door. You knew what he meant and he didn’t have to warn you again. It felt as though you’d been waiting hours before you finally gave in, laying on the floor and falling asleep.

You woke up to the sound of yelling , Baby’s voice was clear and you ran to the door to see what was happening. “Baby, this will not be your last job. Do you understand?” A voice spoke calmly and you knew it belonged to who Baby called Doc. “Fine just- just let me take her home,” Baby said quietly. The key was twisted in the lock and you backed away as the door sung open. Baby’s face was the only one you registered and you ran to each other. “Are we going home?” You questioned. Baby nodded, working as fast as he could to undo the knot on your leg. Once you were free, Baby picked you up in his arms and the two of you left the building, exiting the long hallways and finally made it back to his familiar Subaru.

“I brought these, for you,” Baby didn’t start the car, just reached into his back seat and pulled out a bag. Inside you found too much food to eat by yourself and your favorite sweatpants, as well as a sweatshirt. You put them on, and Baby smiled a little when he saw you start to eat. “YN,” he paused to take a deep breath. “YN this’s all my fault, they were right in there and I understand if you never want to see me again, I’ll bring you home and I’ll never come around again, ” he offered, looking at you seriously, you could see guilt all over his face.

“No, Baby, you got me out of there, and the only person I want to be with it you,” you said and embraced him again. You could feel tears dripping down his face. “I- I was so scared the whole time, when I couldn’t find you and when I had to leave- I can’t imagine how much worse it had to have been for you. I’m just so, so sorry, YN,” you shook your head and held the shaking boy close to your heart. You shushed him and rubbed your hand over his hair softly. “No, Baby, listen to me, I love you, and I don’t blame you for this, I love you.” You repeated it and Baby looked at you with red eyes. “I love you, I won’t ever let anything happen to you, I promise I’ll do anything for you, I love you so much, YN,” he said. You knew how sincere he was and your heart swelled.

By now it was almost afternoon, and Baby took you home to your apartment, laying you in bed with the TV on and blankets folded up to your chin and not leaving your side for weeks until you were completely better.