Warnings:Ā this fic will include elements, some dark, includes violence, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.
Summary:Ā a job offer could be an escape from your old life, but the new one, may not hold freedom.
Characters: Kraven the Hunter, August Walker, Lloyd Hansen, James Conrad, God the Bounty Hunter, Court Gentry
Authorās Note:Ā Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. Iām always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourselfš
āYes, heās here again,ā your voice creaks as your hand shakes. āPlease. I called yesterdayā¦ā And every other day for months. Almost a full year.
You peer out between the small space that divides curtain from window. The shadow looms, looking up at you. Your phone vibrates as the operator hems and haws on the other end.
āAre you sure itās him?ā She asks. They always doubt you. Report after report, phone call after phone call, and itās always question, question, question. You sigh.
āYes,ā your voice peeks as you pull back and hide against the wall. āYes, I know itās him. Heās texting me.ā
You donāt even need to check. Itās the same thing every time. Next, heāll try to sneak in the front and be knocking at your apartment door.
āWell, maāam, you say youāve called before and weāve sent a cruiser and weāve filed reports. And this man keeps showing up, so what exactly do you want me to do now? I canāt issue you a safety order over the phone--ā
āExcuse me?ā You gasp. āExcuse me? Are you serious? I have an order already and much good it does me. I call you and I get accused of being dramatic and questioned. What I want is for someone to protect me.ā
āMaāam, donāt get abusive with me,ā she warns. āHave you tried telling him to go away yourself?ā
āWow, wow,ā you throw your hand out. āReally? Really? No, I never thought of it,ā you say sarcastically, āis there someone else who can take me call? I really donāt feel safe.ā
āIf it makes you feel better, I can reroute an officer to you. Alright?ā She speaks as if youāre a child. Youāre too weak to argue anymore.
āWhatever,ā you hang up.
You canāt do this anymore. You need to get out of here. Not that you didnāt think of it before but you canāt afford anything else. Your rent control is the only thing keeping you under a roof. Youāve already switched jobs, just to get away from him. There isnāt that much else up there.
You drag yourself through the shadows and sit on the bed. You exist in darkness. You donāt turn on the lights so he canāt see in. You keep the curtains shut. You only leave for work and always take a different exit, never the same route; not always the bus, not always the train.
And friends? What are those? Most of them took his side, said you were throwing around false accusations, and the others accused you of being obsessed. The single coworker you confided in told you to leave town. Wow, well, if you could afford that, you wouldnāt stay in this building with the grinding radiator and rattling fridge.
You look at your phone.
āI see you.ā The message was sent while you were on the call with emergency services. Several more followed. āI just want to talkā; āyou look so prettyā; āplease, I love youā.
As you read each text, you can hear the last conversation you had with Jake. Heās a relic of your former friend group, the very reason for your dejection. Itās almost funny how the rest just cut ties but he wonāt let go.
It all started with a kiss. A kiss and rejection. New Years Eve and the clock counted down. You didnāt expect him to turn and plant one on you and when you shoved him away, that dreamy look in his eyes turned to fury as you fled. New Year, New you, right?
The new you is scared and paranoid and tired. So, so tired.
You get up and move the chair in front of the door. Just in case. You retreat, keeping your phone close, and grab the extendable baton from the table. You sleep with both, if you can sleep. That night, you wonāt.
You settle in on the couch. You donāt use the bedroom. You need an easy escape. You sit back against the cushions and scroll on your phone. It might be hopeless, but you trawl the job board and the apartment boards. You might find a nugget of gold in all the pebbles.
You sign into the job site and see the red dot in the corner. Itās always a marketing promo. āRecommendingā a job you donāt qualify for or an invitation for an MLM scheme. Itās a joke. You donāt understand how anyone ever gets a job but everyone seems to have a better one than you.
You tap the inbox to make the red dot go away. You hate it floating in the corner of your vision. Your thumb twitches and hovers over the screen as you read the subject line. Hm.
āCaretaker Position: Relocation Requiredā.
Well, you donāt really have the experience for caretaking but the second part sounds intriguing. You hesitate. Itās too good to be true. Youāre sure there will be a list of qualifications longer than your resume.
Tap.
You open up the message.
āHello,
Weāve reviewed your profile and determined you might be a match for this position.
New Applicants Welcome.
We are seeking an individual to undertake caretaking duties for a property. This role would include the following:
Lawn care
General cleaning and maintenance
Manual labour requiring lifting of up to 60lbs
24/7 tenancy within property (no rent for chosen candidate)
Subsidized relocation
Training on-site
If you are seeking a fresh start and to learn new skills which can take you into future roles in a custodial or caretaking capacity, this is the job for you. To apply, please submit brief profile and resume for consideration.
Applicants are subject to a background check.ā
You bite down on the inside of your lip. It sounds interesting but youāre not sure youāre a good fit. Itās so general, too. Would you need to know how to deal with electrical issues? Your apartment sure has taught you a lot about dealing with broken utilities, but your formal training is lacking.
And itās a big thing. You want to get out of here but itās still daunting in comparison to your current predicament.
You tense as you hear footsteps in the hall. You brace yourself and lower the phone, staring at the door. The thumping on the other side makes you flinch. Your heart races.
āBaby, I know youāre awake. Please. I just wanna talk.ā He keeps tapping. āIf you just talked to me, we could figure this out.ā
You shudder and look at your phone again. You stare at the big blue button; āApply Nowā.
āI forgive you. For lying about me. Everyone knows you were just upset. Iāll tell them all it was just a misunderstandingā¦ā he begs as the door shakes in the frame, the chair knocking against the handle. All that stands between you and him are those hinges and that flimsy piece of furniture.
You press down on the button. It canāt get worse than this.
Gold hair ornament shaped like a crab, with almandine stone.
China, 17th-18th century
Via: https://www.reddit.com/r/ArtefactPorn/comments/1f71bsi/gold_hair_ornament_shaped_like_a_crab_with/
in my reality, the fact they're not willing to reassemble the set only suggests they've already filmed enough within said set, so you can guess the direction of my train of thought, r i g h t?
how many DM fics have i read? how many ideas have i seen explored, including those offered by the cast..?
When you realize the 2x08 script described Lestat as almost hyperventilating when he asked about Louis hurting himself and this is the face he made immediately after Louis confirmed his worst fear and then you realize this is also likely what Lestat looked like while having a crying breakdown and screaming for Louis after Armand told him Louis had injured himself and then refused to tell Louis that Lestat loved him and then just āhung upā on Lestat on September 8, 1973.
Lestat canāt help himself. He almost starts hyperventilating over that confirmation. Been holding that in for so long.
Just like he couldnāt help himself during the call and it spiraled into āI love you, Louis. Tell him I love him, Armand. I love you, Louis. Tell him, Armand! Tell him!ā
āIn my experienceā¦ā Prince Zuko moved closer to Katara. āBad company is the only kind worth falling into.ā
A fun moment from a future chapter of The Lotus Villa, which is one of many fics out now for this year's Zutara Big Bang fan event!
The author of this lovely fic will be revealed on Sept 15, 2024 along with all the others so keep an eye out for that along with new chapters. There are many artists, authors, betas, and mods who have lovingly devoted themselves to this event so if you find yourself enjoying it along with us, please be sure to let those creatives know with your likes/kudos and comments!
I personally had a lot of fun drawing this moment and getting the atmosphere like how I pictured it in my head! Hope you enjoy! <3
āIn the 1930s, menās nipples were just as provocative, shameful and taboo as womenās are now, and men were protesting in much the same way. In 1930, four men went topless to Coney Island and were arrested. In 1935, a flash mob of topless men descended upon Atlantic City, 42 of whom were arrested. Men fought and they were heard, changing not only laws but social consciousness. And by 1936, menās bare chests were accepted as the norm. So why is it that 80 years later women canāt seem to achieve the same for their chests? Why canāt a mother proudly breastfeed her child in public without feeling sexualized? why is a 17-year-old girl being asked to leave her own prom because a group of fathers find her too provocative? [ā¦] I am not trying to argue for mandatory toplessness, or even bralessness. What I am arguing for is a womanās right to choose how she represents her body ā and to make that choice based on personal desire and not a fear of how people will react to her or how society will judge her. No woman should be made to feel ashamed of her body.ā
ā Scout Willis, in XOJane, on Instagramās nudity policy and why she recently strolled the NYC streets topless. Solid essay all around. I found this piece particularly interesting because Iād never heard about the menās nipples thing. (via batmansymbol)
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