every day i wake up and thank god that it’s gerard singing “can we give ourselves one more chance? why can’t we give love that one more chance? why can’t we give love, give love, give love…”
and that it’s bert singing “cause love’s such an old-fashioned word, and love dares you to care about the people living on the edge. and love dares you to change how we care about ourselves. this is our last dance. this is our last dance. this is us” in under pressure.
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i’m really happy with this piece, i feel like mccracken sees milligan in her and i was interested of the idea of like. mccracken is like her dad/neg. so she’s dancing on his feet like you would your kid
[ID in alt text: A colored drawing of Kate and McCracken, Kate has her feet on McCrackens’s feet, and they are dancing, she has a look of murderous rage on her face, and McCracken is smiling mockingly at her. he is holding one of her shoulders and the other one of her hands but the hand he’s holding he’s gripping very hard and pulling backward. Kate is struggling to stay on his feet and 1 foot is trembling stretched out. they each have something attached to their belt, Kate’s bucket and McCracken’s briefcase, and they are pushed up because of the motion of the dancing. beside the larger picture, there are two boxes that have one side of each character’s face, background of Kate’s is black in the background of McCracken’s is red. behind them is muted pictures that represent the characters. there is a briefcase, a bucket, a man in a suit, a pile of rope, a falcon, and a watch.]
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Mysterious Benedict Society - Trenton Lee Stewart
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: McCracken & Milligan (The Mysterious Benedict Society), mccracken-typical one-sided mccracken/milligan vibes
Characters: Milligan (The Mysterious Benedict Society), McCracken (The Mysterious Benedict Society), ft. Nicholas Benedict
Additional Tags: Angst, Emotionally Hurt Milligan Wetherall, Amnesia, Pre-Canon, book canon (no show canon, except whatever minor influences may shine through), admittedly this has a wibbly vibes-based relationship to canon, Ambiguity. Just In General., Self-Doubt, Fear/Guilt, mccracken with no idea how funny hes being right now: look milligan! we're like twins!, Milligan's Past, Depression, HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY MILK IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, Ambiguous/Open Ending, technically Hurt/Comfort but i glossed over the comfort so bad, Memory Loss, memory theft, sorry if ooc i triy :(
Summary:
McCracken promises him that they are just the same.
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Going with 36 for this! I know you didn't want it to be a cliffhanger, Milk, but my writing brain has evidently broken as of a couple days ago, so I'm afraid this is all I have for now
Milligan swallowed hard. "I'll do anything. Anything at all. Just let him go."
McCracken laughed, deep and throaty, teeth flashing not unlike a wolf. “Oh, so it seems we've found a weak spot! Why this one, hm, Milligan? Why this man?”
Milligan felt his breath catch in his throat. Could he bluff his way out of this one? “No reason,” he managed to say with only a slight, imperceptible shake to his voice, “Just a shmuck from the street who shouldn't have to be subjected to your company a moment longer than necessary. You know how serious I am about protecting innocent bystanders.”
“I don't think I believe you.” McCracken grinned. “What say you, we ask the man of the hour, instead of playing our little games without him?”
He moved swiftly to the door, disappearing for a few seconds before returning, dragging a stumbling, bound, blindfolded, and gagged man behind hims. He yanked the dirty rag out of the man's mouth.
“Kate!” He immediately yelled, whipping around and trying to dislodge the blindfold. “Where is Kate? Is she safe? What have you done with her?”
Milligan cringed. There went any hope of convincing the Ten Man of his lie, however slim it was.
“‘Kate’?” McCracken sounded delighted. “So you do know the Wetheralls. How wonderful. Now,” he continued, carefully pulling down the blindfold, “would you mind telling me your name?”
The man caught his breath upon seeing the face of the kidnapper, firmly sealing his lips shut.
“Come on, now,” McCracken crooned, reaching a hand out to squeeze the man's shoulder.
He spat at the Ten Man, hissing in disgust. “I will never tell you anything, you miserable excuse for a hired goon. I've met ballerinas more threatening.”
McCracken stilled as the spit flecked his polished shoes. Milligan groaned.
Upon hearing the sound, the man turned to see him, paling as they made eye contact.
“Milligan?” He whispered. “But if you're– Where are– Who's protecting the children?”
McCracken laughed again, great, booming guffaws that reverberated throughout the empty cement-walled room. “So this is him! The little ‘strongman’ from beloved Kate's dear old circus. How magnificent. I wish we could have met sooner! How are you, my friend?”
Moocho flinched at every word, eyes continuously darting back to Milligan.
“Leave him be, McCracken.” He said quietly. “We all know I'm the one you want.”
“And isn't it just grand?” The Ten Man's smirk grew wider. “Here we have, hand delivered, a way to make you talk. I really couldn't have planned it better myself.”
“Let. Him. Go.” Milligan growled, attempting to draw himself up, even as he was restrained.
“No.” McCracken all of a sudden sounded disinterested, stepping away from Moocho. “No, I don't think I will.” He moved closer to Milligan, until he was right in his face. “I think I want to make him regret ever meeting you first.”
McCracken: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.
McCracken: I just want someone to take me out.
Crawlings: On a date?
Garrotte: With a sniper gun?
Sharpe: Both if you're not a coward.
McCracken: What’s up? I’m back.
Hertz: I literally saw you die. You died. You were dead
McCracken: Death is a social construct.
Sharpe: Next time I'm at the pet store, I'm gonna take a hamster and drop it in the scorpion cage. I wanna see what a hamster's face looks like when it goes, "oh, f***."
Crawlings: Sharpe, we need that!
Sharpe, holding Garrotte over a trash can: Nope.
Crawlings: Gimme it—
Sharpe: It’s garbage.
Sharpe: There are three ways to handle a difficult situation. The right way, the wrong way, and the Crawlings way.
Mortis: Isn't that the wrong way?
Sharpe: Yes, but it's faster.
Bludgins: Did you miss me while I was gone?
Sharpe: You were gone?
McCracken: Okay, let's split 'em up and make 'em sing.
Sharpe: Two of you take Kate, the other two take Constance.
Garrotte: Right. Bad cop, good cop.
Crawlings: You know, it's interesting that they say "bad cop, good cop," because policing in this country is so broken it's really just "bad cop, bad cop".
Sharpe: Garrotte, you're with them.
Garrotte: Got it.
Hertz: Hey guys! I drew everyones soul!
Sharpe: Why is Mr. Curtain's a monster?
Mr. Curtain: Hertz, you forgot Sharpe's! Its only an empty space!
Hertz, proudly: Exactly.
Mortis' unnamed partner is helping Mortis break out of prison
Mortis' unnamed partner: Sooo… Does this make us partners in crime?
Mortis: Don’t push it.
Mortis' unnamed partner: Oh my gosh, we can be like Harley Quinn and the Joker!
Mortis: If you don’t stop talking, they’re adding “murder” to the charges.
Crawlings, writing in their diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
Crawlings: How did none of you hear what I just said?!
Kate: I've been zoned out for the past two and a half hours.
Sticky: I got distracted halfway through.
Constance: Ignoring you was a conscious decision.
