#& then she proceeds to ask them! her family! their team!! for help !!!

[reiding-writing]

Ok hear me out read is an art professor and she invites the team to come to a showcase she planned for her student and the whole night is filled with her and her student laughing with each other and her fawning over her students and Spencer is in awe at the relationships she’s built while teaching

(Sorry for the long ask🤍)

favours [ s.r ]

Summary:

You’re in the final preparations for your students’ art exhibition, all you need now is as many people to attend as possible, leading you straight to your fellow professor and major mild work crush, Dr. Spencer Reid, to ask him for a personal favour.

WARNINGS: n/a

pairing: professor!spencer x fem!professor!reader

genre: fluff, two pining idiots in love

wc: 3.5k

masterlist!!

a/n: did i hyperfixate on this request bc it was so damn cute and proceed to write the whole thing in one sitting instead of over multiple days like i usually would? yes, yes i did.

thank you for requesting <33 the idea that someone genuinely thinks my writing is good enough to specifically want to read more of it makes me cry happy tears inside

Three days.

Three days until your class’ art exhibition, scouted by some of the most profound Art Directors in the country.

It was incredibly important, and you were pulling every string you could to make sure that your students got the absolute best results from it.

You’d asked almost everyone you knew to be in attendance, hoping that the more people who attended the exhibition, the more likely the scouts were to pick up your students from the amount of attention their pieces were getting.

That’s what lead you here. Stood outside of Dr. Spencer Reid’s office.

You had always been fascinated with his roots as an FBI Agent, not to mention his overwhelming intelligence in every subject you could possibly think of.

You can vividly recall the first time you met almost a year ago, and how he talked your ear off for almost an hour about the intricacies of the print of Monet’s ‘Woman with a parasol’ hung up in your office.

How it was actually a painting of Monet’s wife and son that he’d painted to capture one sunny and slightly windy day that they’d spent as a family.

How Monet helped create the genre of impressionism paintings through his works in the early 1860’s.

How oil paints were, and continue to be, some of the most widely used mediums due to its sheer versatility, and how easy its materials were to find.

And you explicitly remember how you questioned how this man wasn’t at all educated in the fine arts despite knowing so much about it.

You give three short knocks on Spencer’s office door, praying that he wasn’t currently in a lecture or busy with something else.

“Come in,” You give an internal sigh of relief at his voice on the other side of the door, pushing it open and peeking your head inside first before entering and closing the door behind you,

“Oh,” Spencer blinked up at you as you entered, clearly not having expected it to be you, but his expression showing that he wasn’t disappointed that it was you either. “Are you alright?”

“I need a favour,” You cut straight to the point as you walk across his office, noting the copy of Vincent Van Gogh’s biography on his desk as you pull out the chair on it’s opposite side, it definitely not being something he’d usually read on his breaks.

That’s something you’d remembered about him. As much as Spencer Reid could talk for hours on practically any subject you could possibly think of, he was not one for small talk.

Spencer raised an eyebrow at you slightly. “A favour?���

You nod with a slightly pleading expression, silently begging him to accept before you even ask him the question. “So my students have their final exhibition this Saturday and it’s being scouted by some really important people and I really want it to go perfectly for them so I’m trying to rally as many people to attend as possible because popularity means attention and attention means a higher likelihood of getting scouted-”

You fall into a ramble of a tangent, only stopping when you’d physically couldn’t keep going due to a lack of oxygen, taking a sharp breath in through your nose.

“Long story short, I am practically begging you to come. You can bring anybody you want, you can bring everybody you know if you want to.” You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes desperately pleading with him to humour you. “I just really want this to go well,”

Spencer almost melted at your expression. You were clearly very passionate about your students and their futures and the expression on your face made any resolve for him spending his Saturday night curled up in his study like he usually would fly straight out of the window. “What time should I be there?”

Your shoulder’s visibly relax at his question, and you reach a hand across his desk to grasp at his, giving it a small squeeze. “Oh my god thank you you have no idea to much this means to me,”

Spencer mourns the loss of your hand on his as soon as you pull it back into your lap.

“The exhibition starts at six, but I want to give my class a test run of what the experience will be like before they’re actually bombarded so could I ask you to be there for around five-thirty?”

“Five-thirty is perfect,” His tone matches his expression, soft, pure, and completely willing to help you out with whatever you ask of him.

“I really owe you one for this, thank you so much Dr. Reid,” You sing Spencer’s praises in your head as you stand, clasping your hands together as you make a mental reminder to pay him back later.

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“You’re down bad huh?”

He’d expected Morgan’s teasing, but that didn’t mean that his cheeks didn’t flush red at the comment. “She’s just a friend Morgan,”

“Just a friend my ass,” Morgan rolled his eyes. “Doesn’t that new episode of Doctor Who come out tomorrow, at six o’clock? You know, the one you’v e been raving about for the last two weeks about not wanting to miss?”

He couldn’t really deny deny that. He had been going on about wanting to watch that new episode, and how he wouldn’t miss it for the world. Yet here he was, declaring to the team that he was going to be spending his Saturday evening at a university art exhibition instead.“I can record it and watch it when I get home,”

“Mhm, sureee lover,” Spencer rolled his eyes with a small sigh at Morgan’s tone, beginning to regret his request for the team to accompany him. “Are you going to come or not?”

“Oh I’ll be there alright,” Morgan gave Spencer a sharp pat on the shoulder as he vacated to the kitchenette, and Spencer glanced towards JJ and Emily who both served him a short nod and knowing glances.

He was doing this for you. He could endure some teasing from his team. It’d be fine.

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He noticed you before you noticed him, kneeling on the floor behind one of your students pieces to adjust the angle of the standing light so it would best show off the painting’s vibrant colours. You’d always had an eye for details like that.

He didn’t notice the unconscious smile that breached his features as his eyes landed on you, but Morgan definitely did.

“Ooh, look at you all blushing and smiling,” Morgan elbowed Spencer in the side lightly, to which Spencer cleared his throat and subconsciously adjusted his shirt collar, straightening his features out once more. “Shut up Morgan…”

“It’s the pretty lady with the skirt right?” Garcia leaned up on her toes to look over Spencer’s shoulder as you got up from your kneeling position, floor length skirt swaying loosely with your movement as you walked around the canvas to see if the change in lighting had made a difference.

Spencer had to consciously suppress a sigh. Maybe bringing the team here to witness him silently fawn over you was not the best idea. “Yes, she’s- the one with the skirt,”

He rubbed that palm of his hand down his face, turning to the group. “Stay here, i’ll be back in a minute,”

He gave them a glance as he made his way over to you, silently warning them to behave themselves like they were a group of children in a sweet shop.

“Hey,”

You turn on your heels at the sound of Spencer’s voice, your skirt twirling with you as your eyes first land on Spencer’s chest before looking up towards his face. “You’re here, oh thank god,”

You take his arm and pull him to stand beside you, turning his body to look at the canvas. “Do you think the lighting is right? Or is it still too shadowed on the bottom right hand corner?”

Spencer’s mind goes completely blank as you physically move him to where you want him to be, caught up on the warmth of your hand on his arm rather than your question. “It uh…”

He takes a second to recompose himself as he stares at the canvas in front of him, an array of vibrant coloured dots arranged in the vague silhouette of an autumnal park. “It looks perfect to me,”

Your nod indicates he gave the right answer. “Good, okay, that’s good,” You tap your hand against his arm for a second, biting the inside of your cheek as you analyse it for a few moments more.

“I uh- brought some friends with me-” Spencer nods towards the team with his head. “Well- they’re technically my co-workers but i’d still say they’re friends-”

Your eyes follow Spencer’s nod towards the six people gathered by the entrance, greeted immediately by a wave of smiles, and you mirror them with your own as you look back at Spencer again. “You are a literal god among men,”

You give his arm a squeeze before breaking into a half jog towards his team to introduce yourself, leaving Spencer to follow you with his eyes as he tried to hide the blush covering his cheeks.

“Hi, it’s a pleasure to meet you all, I hope i’m not interrupting too much of your Saturday night,” You won’t lie and say you’re not nervous to meet them, especially considering Spencer had mentioned the group being his co-workers and therefore FBI Agents, but you keep a positive expression on your face nonetheless.

“Oh don’t be silly, this is probably the most exciting Saturday night any of us have had in a while,” The petite blonde woman at the front of the group waves off your concern with a small laugh, one that you mirror with a small sigh of relief.

A few short introductions later, you send the group on their own personal missions, each set with a printed out sheet of paper containing various questions about the art pieces to ask your students, hoping to prepare them for the inevitable onslaught they would endure when the exhibit opened in 18 minutes.

18 minutes.

The glance at the clock hung on the wall reminds you of your time constraint as you eye the hall for any of your students in need of help.

Sure enough you find yourself repositioning a line of clay pottery whilst one of your students adjusts the small carpet under column they’re perched on to make sure they don’t fall off balance and accidentally shatter before the doors open, caught in pleasant conversation as you explain the best way for the glazing to gloss in the light.

“You really are down bad aren’t you?” Morgan’s voice interrupted Spencer’s unapologetic staring in your direction, and he sighs as he turned to give Morgan a pointed glare.

“Oh come on Reid, it’s so obvious,” Spencer has half the mind to stuff the sheet of paper in his hand in Morgan’s mouth to get him to stop talking.

“She likes you too you know,” Both Morgan and Spencer turn in tandem towards the new voice, one of your students who’d incidentally overheard the conversation as he focused on hanging up a black backdrop behind his full-body sculpture. “She talks about you in class all the time,”

Spencer’s cheeks automatically blush a dark shade of red at the revelation, not at all helped by the muffled chuckles coming from Morgan. “She’s sketched you a bunch too, she uses them as examples in our realism classes,”

Spencer thinks he might implode in this moment. You’ve talked about him in your classes? You’ve drawn him and shown them in your classes?

“Apparently your hair is perfect and she really likes the shape of your nose,” The student shrugs, only half invested in his own explanation as he staples the black fabric to the wall.

Spencer subconsciously brings his hand up to the bridge of his nose, tracing his fingers down it as he imagines what else you might’ve said without him knowing.

“Ooh, looks like the lover boy’s got a chance,” Spencer nearly does stuff his paper in Morgan’s mouth at that statement, pushing his arm as he shook his head, only causing Morgan to laugh further.

“Five minutes guys! Pack everything that you’re not using away! Remember, your art is your baby, treat it like it’s the most important thing to ever exist, and don’t forget to compliment your own abilities!”

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“You’ve really got your whole heart in this haven’t you?” Spencer catches you mildly off guard as you lovingly watch your students promote their art pieces to the viewers of the exhibition from afar.

“Why wouldn’t I?” You chuckle softly at the question, turning your head slightly to look at him standing next to you. “I find no greater achievement in life that watching aspiring artists take their shot. Especially if i’m the one who’s had the pleasure of guiding them.”

“It’s really sweet of you to put so much of yourself into helping your students, i’m sure they’re all really appreciative,” Spencer could read the love you had for your students all over your face, and it only served to drown him deeper in his adoration for you.

To see someone put so much time, so much effort, so much love, into something that they ultimately had no benefit in was really admirable, and it was one of the things that he’d come to adore about your character.

It wasn’t just the fact that your hair shone in the overhead lighting, or the fact that you smiled like an angel sent down from the heavens. It wasn’t the lingering touches between you when you’d spend time together or the fact that you’d gone out of your way to read one of his favourite books during your lunch breaks so that you’d have something to talk about.

It was just you. You as a person. Even your flaws were flawless and he couldn’t understand how it was physically possible for someone to be so… perfect.

“Do you really like the shape of my nose?” The comfortable silence between you is broken by Spencer’s question, the words falling out of his mouth before he has time to think them over.

“Wh- I-” You immediately fall into a state of mild panic, your features flushed and your eyes darting around the hall as you attempt to maintain your composure. “How did- Who told you that?”

“I uh…” Spencer mirrors you in his flusteredness, internally punching himself for allowing the question to leave his mouth. “One of your students did… With the sculpture-”

He half-points in the direction of the full-body sculpture, a small semi-circle of people surrounding it as they examine the art and talk to your student about it, and you purse your lips as you make a mental promise to yourself to out the plethora of sketches he’d made of his classmate at his graduation as payback.

“You- have a very drawable face,” You nod exaggeratedly as if it was going to get you out of the conversation, although Spencer’s apparent obliviousness rendered that strategy useless.

“..Drawable?” His eyebrows furrowed slightly, leaving small wrinkles above the bridge of his nose and casting his eyelids in a small shadow that you would die to take a picture of and recreate in charcoal.

“Uh, yeah, drawable, you’re an easy person to draw,” You shrug slightly, trying to offset your awkwardness as nonchalance, as if you drawing Spencer whilst he was bent over a book in the lunch room was a totally normal thing for anyone to do. “You’ve got nice facial features…”

You will yourself to stop talking because you know if you continue you’ll end up saying something that throws you right in the deep end and you’ll never mentally recover.

“Oh-” Spencer’s face flushes further if that’s even possible, a beautiful rose colour painting his cheeks that would make an absolutely perfect art piece. “Thank you-”

“No problem-” The two of you fall into a slightly awkward silence after that, and you find momentary solace in watching one of your students fall into what seems like an enrapturing conversation with one of the scouting directors about the nature of her painting.

“Hey uh- Dr. Reid,” You tear your eyes away from the exhibition and back towards Spencer again, surrendering to the inevitability of you having to push your way through the awkwardness between you if you wanted to continue your conversation with him. Which you did. Very much. “I’m uh- sorry if I made you uncomfortable by sketching you without your permission, that wasn’t my intention at all,”

“Oh- no it’s completely fine-” Spencer waved a hand in front of him as if to wave away all of your worries. “It’s really flattering actually,”

His sentence was joined by a small laugh as he raked his fingers through the curls at the base of his neck, the curls covering the inside of your most prized sketchpad. “And you don’t have to call me Dr. Reid all the time, Spencer is perfectly fine,”

He offered you a soft smile that made your heart flutter, and you find yourself only capable of responding with a nod, unable to form a coherent string of words in your head.

“Maybe you can show me them some time,”

You blink up at him for a second before you realise he’s talking about the sketches. “Oh, uh, they’re not very good-”

“I’ve seen some of your pieces, you’re incredible,” Spencer shakes his head at your assessment of your drawings. “’Don’t forget to compliment your own abilities’, it’d be a little hypocritical to tell your students that and then downplay your own don’t you think?”

You mentally curse his judgement as you’re reminded of his eidetic memory, something you’d found entirely fascinating when he’d first explained it to you.

“That’s not fair-” You let out a small laugh of exasperation, tucking your hair behind your ear.

Spencer smiles at your internal panic, and he decides now is a good of a time as ever to just make the leap. He liked you, and he was fairly certain that you liked him too.

“Do you remember saying you ‘owe me one’ a few days ago when you first asked me to attend the exhibit? If you show me your sketches we can call it even,” Spencer’s eyes trailed over every one of your features as your micro-expressions changed whilst you deliberated the question.

“And whilst we’re at it, maybe we can- go and get coffee together or something…” Spencer tried to ignore the pounding of his heart against his chest as he extended his proposal, and your eyes immediately flicker up to his as he finishes speaking.

“Like- a date?”

“If you’d like it to be…” The two of you were both horribly flustered by now, both of you practically radiating your emotions for each other.

“I- Yeah… I’d like that,” You smile that gorgeous, perfect smile up at him and he swears his heart melts into a puddle at the sight.

“Perfect..”

Thank god for mutual favours.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #mgg #criminal minds x reader #spencer reid fluff #criminal minds fluff #asks 🫶

[yxine]

— ADMIRE. ❞ (2)

part 1 — part 2 — part 3

Bada Lee x Original Character!:

— in which Bada unexpectedly gets to see and battle her long-time idol and crush on a survival show she was in, Street Woman Fighter.

— Everyone expected that Jam Republic would be only full of western dancers, so imagine when they found out that the "Queen of Dance" in the Korean Dance industry was joining the survival show Street Woman Fighter.

note: I do not own any of the people here nor the show except for Lea Chang. This was also made for entertainment purposes only.

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No matter where Bada would look at, her gaze always lands on her. Everytime she looks at her, something flutters inside of her. Bada doesn't know if it's due to her being a fan of the queen or something else but it's uncomfortably warm.

"I can't help but stare at her.." muttered the Bebe Leader as she kept glancing at Lea. Tatter who was beside Bada snickered at the obvious admiration her leader has for the Jam Republic Member, although no one can blame her since this was the Queen of Dance of South Korea.

"Someone has a crush~" Teased Lusher who also heard her leader making the said leader mutter curses at her two members.

"Yah! Not so loud and no I do not, besides this is a competition." Bada tried to convince her two members which ended up failing because her eyes went back to the queen.

"No I do not, my ass. You keep ogling at her though I don't blame you, she's ho—" Lusher retorted before getting cut off by her leader.

"Sh! This is a family friendly show!" Bada whispered irritatedly at her member who only snickered in response. Her other members watching them bicker also snickered as they get to see a flustered Bada Lee for the first time when usually it's her who makes the others fluster.

"Welcome back after the small break, dancers! We will now proceed with the first mission no-respect battle!" Once again everyone cheered getting even more hyped up due to a certain someone.

I must prove that I am worthy to be the winner. Was everyone's thoughts as some of them glanced at the tallest female in the room.

"Do you think someone would battle me?" Lea asked Kirsten who was beside her, glancing at the competitors with an uninterested gaze but inwardly she was very much interested.

She knew about the drama 1million and Deep n' Dap had due to the leaders separation. The tension between two teams were suffocating the whole room, it almost made her hide herself, almost.

"Well if they're gonna fight you, I think it'll be mostly out of respect even though this is a no-respect battle." Kirsten responded with a small smile as she stretched her arms trying to warm herself up incase she was called out.

"Yeah! I mean you're basically qualified to be a judge in this show right now, so even if you're an enemy here they'll still respect you and gain your recognition." Latrice added as she shook Lea's shoulders since she's behind her.

"You really shouldn't be boosting up her ego right now, Lat." Emma warned Latrice playfully as she feigned a glare towards Lea who only muttered curses at her.

"I've never felt so jealous until now." Yoonji from Mannequeen mumbled to her team who playfully reprimanded her as she stared at Jam Republic.

"The next dancer to choose her no-respect dancer is....Bebe, Bada Lee." Bada stood up nodding her head while jumping for a couple of seconds to prepare herself. Her team and the other crews cheered for her as she took a stride towards the stage with a mic in her hand.

"My no-respect is not someone who I don't respect, this dancer is someone that I admire and respect a lot...Jam Republic, Lea Chang." Gasps filled the whole room, no one had the guts to battle with the queen and to see Bada challenge her was out of this world.

Everyone in Jam Republic cheered for Lea as she stood up gaining pats on her back as she fixed her beanie. She moved towards the stage with an uninterested stare towards the Bebe leader but internally she was very excited to battle with the famous Bada Lee.

The crews surrounded the whole stage eagerly as they watched both women standing across each other with similar auras but Lea's seemed stronger. They can't help but see that they both look similar to each other but Lea was a bit more taller than Bada.

"I hope you live up to my expectations, Bada Lee." Lea coolly stated as she stared at Bada right at her eyes. Said woman was getting much more nervous as her cheeks went into an unnoticeable blush if you don't look at her closely, her heart hammering in her chest as she felt heat go through her body.

"Are both dancers ready?" Kang Daniel asked both women who nodded in confirmation.

"Ready? Fight!"

The Dj began to play a song as Bada goes first. Shirt by SZA. The moment Bada moved, Lea found herself focusing on how she carried herself, the way she swayed, the way her breath went heavy when she did a sensual move, the way she smiled like she was lost in a paradise, the way she looked at her with such admiration and something more behind her eyes. It took the queen's breath away, like she was sitting a throne with a dancer from another country moving so seductively infront of her.

Bada found herself flushing when she saw the way Lea stared at her as she stopped just inches away from her. The rest of the crews even the judges and mc could feel the high tension between both women, something about it made them think it was not meant to be watch publicly.

The song switched to another song, Streets by Doja Cat. Two sensual songs right next to each other, the dj really knows how to keep the tension going.

Lea just stood there with a unreadable stare before moving close to Bada wrapping her arms around her shoulders before moving down the moment the beat came keeping her unwavering stare. Moving her hands down Bada's upper body before turning around the other way on her knees. It was getting hotter as Bada bit her lip watching the woman seduce her with her moves.

Bada couldn't focus at all, she knew she would lose and she'd be happy to lose but this...it was too much for her to take it. She tried to stable her breathing as she watch Lea continue dancing, the roars of the other crew seemed to go silent as she stared. She felt overwhelmed with the tension, it was suffocating and somehow she wanted more. She didn't even notice her finish until the music seemed to go silent and the screams began to get louder.

She also didn't even notice that the judges picked Jam Republic instead of Bebe, no. She didn't even care, she was too focused on the battle she just went in.

"And the winner for this round is...Jam Republic, Lea Chang!" Bada didn't even listen and was still stuck on what she just witnessed until a hand larger than hers grabbed her arm, pulling her into a hug.

"You did great, love." The person whispered, Bada became even more flustered as she realized it was Lea. She could only nod in thanks as she hugged back.

"Maybe we could go out sometime?" Lea continued before pulling away with a wink and walked back towards her crew.

That was fucking amazing.

#bada lee #bada lee x oc #bada lee x reader #street woman fighter 2 #street woman fighter x reader #swf2 #jam republic #kirsten dodgen

[wildflowerluver]

beautiful sound

derek morgan x fem!reader

derek doubts your ability on the team. his words hurt more than normal.

cw: case mentions, slight enemies to lovers, derek is kinda an asshole, quiet!reader, reader knows sign language, first kiss, she/her pronouns, bau reader, objectification of women, hotch defender

wc: 2.6k

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you’re quiet, you always have been. 

growing up, you sat on your hands, often not making a sound. 

it became routine, a habit. speaking became a bother. 

you learned to sign from an early age. although most didn’t know the language, it was comforting to have a second form of communication. 

when drafted into the bau, your quietness was never a problem; marked on your file actually. it proved to be an asset at times. you see people differently and when a case involves someone who struggles communicating, your skill set helps out.  

the team is sent for a case in san jose. 

you hate referring to it as standard but that's what it was, four women murdered with the same m.o.

once boarding the plane, you slide into a window seat in the group of four. derek clambers in after you. when hotch assigns you and spencer to victimology and the geographical profile, he bumps your arm. 

“was hoping i would get victimology with you for once instead of pretty boy.”

you blush. the comment is flirty enough to speed up your heart rate.

as much as you want to work with derek, you like working with spencer. the two of you work well together and he knows how to sign. makes it a lot easier than writing information down to convey to the others. 

though the case is standard, it takes three days to get a lead.

no one takes a break. between another body being found in that time and a restless community, there isn’t time. victimology is tough too. the women are all different, no jobs, friends, or hobbies to connect them.

to combat the long hours, derek brings you and spencer coffee, his warm and yours iced. spencer grumbles about having to add cream and sugar to it but yours is perfect, your exact order. it’s a small gesture but it sends your heart fluttering. but, you know not to overthink it. if anyone asked, you could recite the team's coffee orders off the top of your head; except for hotch who, in secret, prefers matcha.

you choose to stay at the precinct when garcia gives off the name and address of the suspect; arthur miller. raids aren't your strong suit. each member of the team looks at you as they leave to which you nod. a silent be safe.

miller fights the entire way to the interrogation room. derek’s grip on his arms are strong but even he struggles a bit with the thrashing. you don’t blame miller. as of right now, he’s innocent. if you were brought in, you would be kicking too.

once the team regroups, the objective is clear; get a confession or frankly, anything that’ll help the case.

“y/n, get ready. you’re interviewing.”

hotch’s orders are stern. 

derek scoffed. “hotch, come on man. we have a missing woman and he is the only suspect we have. you want to send her? she never talks.”

your head drops. it’s not an unusual reaction but his words sting; you’re used to side comments from police officers or families from cases, not a close friend. 

“morgan,” hotch warns.

“no no. we have five dead women and who knows if there are any others. and you want to send in the girl who can barely even operate verbally on this team. are you not seeing how she could screw this up?”

it’s silent.

your heart splits out of pure betrayal and dejection. you weren’t exactly open with the team about why you’re so quiet, but you didn’t think anyone on the team thought of you this way, let alone derek.

hotch turns to you with a nod. permission to proceed. you stand up with your head bowed.

you like derek, more than you probably should. it's childish, delusional, to think he would ever like you back. but his words don’t just sting, they burn. barely even operate, screw this up. you bite your lip in an attempt to try to not to let it show how this is impacting you.

derek shakes his head and turns around, mumbling something about it being the wrong decision. you have no choice but to ignore it, grabbing your cosmetics bag and heading into the precinct bathroom to get ready. 

eyes fall to you as you stepped out of the bathroom. this is the biggest interview of your career yet, and you needed to dress the part. 

you kept your dress pants on, though you shed your top layer besides a tank top, pulling it down just enough to be considered scandalous. with makeup and hair dolled up, you grabbed the file from hotch and stopped.

“are you ready for this?” his questioned stems from protectiveness. 

you nod. “i am.”

with the case file in hand, you head towards the interrogation room. you look nervous, like you don’t know if there's a hungry lion or bouquet of flowers on the other side.

but the second the door clicked shut, your demeanor changed. 

“well hello pretty lady,” arthur greets almost immediately. 

to the teams surprise, you giggle. “pretty?”

“very.”

a smile remains on your face as you sit down, case file placed on the table. 

“now i have to ask, what’s a pretty lady like you doing with the fbi?” he muses. 

you shrug, hand moving up to twirl a strand of hair. “i dunno,” you start. your tone is sweet, almost sickeningly. “my daddy wanted me to make something of myself. thought crime might be fun. i was actually excited to be asked to talk to you.”

this catches arthur’s attention. 

“you interested in murder, little lady?”

you nod, pulling in your bottom lip as you lean forward. his eyes fall to your chest. it’s gross and subjective but expected. 

“i asked my boss to let me talk to you,” you reveal. “i couldn’t help it. they all left for the day so i’m working off the clock for this.”

“off the clock?” arthur clicked his tongue twice. “eager girl.”

“yup,” you beam, popping the last letter. “i asked if i could film it but they said no. have to pay to record after hours i think.”

“i guess i’ll just have to make this moment last.”

you met his eyes, though not for too long to keep up your act. 

“tell me about this?” you beg after opening the file, a pout passing your lips. “it’s so cool.” 

arthur grins and at that moment, you know you have him right where you need him. 

“well,” he starts, using two fingers to slide one of the pictures out. “that was lacy walker. ooh ooh ooh, she was sweet. screamed too. all the best ones scream.”

“these are all of your kills?” you hope your astonishment sounds genuine.

arthur grins. “only the public ones.”

only the public ones. 

there’s more. 

there’s more killings no one even knows about.

your head is spinning. you don’t even want to think about the reaction of the others behind the one-way glass. while you wanted to coerce more information out of him about it, you knew you would be pushing your luck.

instead, you roll your eyes and scoff. facade aside, you can’t help it. 

“you know i thought criminals like you were smart.”

arthur freezes. “what?”

“i mean come on. are you really dumb enough to think that all of this isn’t being recorded?” the question hangs in the air. “because you just confessed to a hell of a lot of murders.”

he jumps up, realizing what he’s done. at the same time, you do too, slamming your hands on your desk. you stand taller, height not restricted by handcuffs connected to the table. 

“that’s honestly just embarrassing,” you titter.

arthur yells the entire time it takes you to gather the file and walk ouit of the room, but it doesn’t impact you. you got a confession and you got it quick. someone else can deal with interrogating him on his other victims. 

you don’t stop to talk to the team, though their faces show a range of emotions: proud, impressed, and a slight bit of panic, no doubt from the information you got out of arthur. after grabbing your cosmetics bag, you head to the bathroom. all of the team, besides one, has turned away at this point. you don’t even have to guess as to who keeps their gaze on you.

hotch sends everyone to the hotel to get some rest. interrogations on arthur’s other murders would wait until the following day. 

no one was going to argue with that.

derek made his way to your hotel room that night. he mind was swirling with what he said to you earlier and especially after a not-so-nice talking to from emily, he needed to apologize. 

you heard the knock on your door after you slipped a t-shirt on post shower. it was late and you were sure most of the team was asleep. 

after checking the peephole, you hook a deep breath and opened the door. 

“y/n,” derek greets. 

it’s weird for him to be here, especially at this hour and especially after what went down earlier in the day. 

“can i come in?”

you nod, opening the door a little wider for him to step in. 

your eyes look at him quizzingly and derek swears he melts. if his guilt hadn’t reached the surface, it did now. eyes were always a weakness. when you didn’t talk, your eyes showed how you were feeling and right now, they’re filled with sadness. 

“i wanted to apologize for what i said today,” he starts. “it was out of line. i shouldn’t have questioned your ability. I'm sorry.”

short and simple. 

you stay quiet. 

as much as you want to forgive him, tell him “it’s okay,” a simple ‘i’m sorry’ doesn’t fix things.

derek continues. “you deserve to be on this team, i shouldn’t have questioned that. i’m sorry, i really am. i like you,” you swear your heart stops. “i like working with you. i just hope you understand where i was coming from.”

that last part erases all prior apologies. seconds ago you would have placed money that there was an underlying confession in there. you would have gone to bed blushing and giggling over the possibility of requited feelings. how could you have understood where he was coming from? 

your eyes narrowed, lips pressing into a thin line. 

you rack your mind for something to say. you need him to know how he hurt you, but yelling isn’t something you do, especially at someone like derek.

the silence becomes unbearable even for him.

“god for once in your life can you please say something?” derek looks to the ceiling. “i’m trying to do the right thing here.”

each word stings more than the last. 

he didn’t want to apologize for the things he said, but rather he felt like he had to. 

“goodnight derek,” you whisper. anger bubbles but you don’t - can’t - lash out. 

derek looks to you defeated. you know that’s not the response he was expecting. 

the door closing after him rings in his ears even as he falls asleep. 

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hotch and rossi lead the interrogations the next day. 

they’re the opposite of what you gave arthur. they’re strict and stern and get the information they need by early evening. 

but it’s too late to fly home to washington. 

when he makes the announcement that you would be staying in san jose until the following morning, spencer is nodding off on your shoulder and j.j. is slumped in a chair in the corner. everyone needs sleep.

you trudge into your hotel room, following the same routine as the prior night. a shower feels wonderful on your tired body. 

ignoring derek isn’t ideal, but it’s necessary. it’s painful and hurts more every time you remember how much you like him. when spencer goes quiet, derek seems to understand, never pushing him to speak when he doesn’t want to. but for you, it’s different. why is it different?

that question racks your brain as you get dressed.

before you can crawl in bed, there’s another knock. this time you don’t even have to guess who it is.

“we need to talk,” derek pushes out. 

everything inside of you is telling you not to open the door further, not to let him in. He didn’t even greet you this time. but you do, derek walking inside, though not moving past the space after the door. 

“i know i apologized last night,” he cringes at his words. “well, attempted to apologize. i don’t have any excuses, really. the things about liking you and working with you, those we’re all true, i promise. i let my emotions get the best of me and i took it out on you. i know it doesn’t justify any of this but i wanted to apologize again.”

his apology is nice, it feels genuine but the question from earlier is eating you up and you can’t have it unanswered.

“why do you treat me differently than spencer?”

derek furrows his brow. “different?”

“every time he doesn’t talk, you don’t seem bothered. but when it’s me, it’s like my silence is the greatest inconvenience in the world to you.”

“oh.”

you suddenly feel small, like every instance you’ve picked up on never even happened.

it’s easier to drop your head, tap your fingers consistently on your palm and go quiet. always go quiet.

but derek doesn’t let you. his finger hooks under your chin to pull your face up to his.

“hey hey, don’t hide from me now.” 

“i’m sorry,” you squeak.

“no need to apologize.”

his gaze is intimidating. you feel like he’s profiling you, the rule the team put in place seemingly not existing. 

“i treat you differently because you’re you. i promise it’s not a bother, i just really really like your voice.”

your mouth parts. you don’t miss the flicker of derek’s eyes down to them. you know your expression is probably embarrassing right now, how in love you look. but you’re past embarrassment and you take your chances.

your kiss is soft and gentle, short and sweet. 

derek isn’t expecting it. he thought you would’ve been a lot more upset, not using his mistakes as a reveal of your feelings. but in no matter does he mind. if he’s being honest, he’s waited for this moment for a while. 

you pull away first, mouth opening to utter an apology but derek beats you to it, meeting your lips in a bruising kiss. 

neither of you know if this would be your only kiss and it’s clear in the way he holds you.

you don’t part the entire way derek nudges you towards the bed. you fall first, him crawling on top. you pull back first. your breaths are heavy and your eyes never leave derek’s.

it’s expected that he would say something first, though you weren’t sure what he would say. are your feelings really the same? are you even allowed to date within the team?

but derek doesn’t verbalize any of that. his thumb moves to the space between your eyebrows, rubbing just slightly back and forth to ease the crinkle you developed from your overthinking. oh. 

you know he still feels bad about his earlier words. but he kisses the tip of your nose before ducking down to your jawline, trailing kisses there. 

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” each apology is met with a kiss to your neck, almost as if he’s pressing his words into your skin. 

and to his surprise, you giggle. 

“stop apologizing.”

derek pulls back, eyes meeting yours. 

your cheeks are rosy, lips plump from kissing. one hand rests on the spot beside your head, using it to hold himself up. derek’s other hand, previously on your hip, moves to cup your cheek.

“i think that might just be the most beautiful sound i’ve ever heard.”

and with that, his lips meet yours again.

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[whateverisbeautiful]

♥️ Ranking Richonne

#2: I'm Still With You (S5E16)

My favorite pre-canon Richonne scene. 😍 This moment is something special and monumental for many reasons. Plus it features my favorite thing Michonne has ever said to Rick in TWD. To me, the connection, vulnerability, and steam in this scene are nearly equal to some of Richonne's passionate exchanges during their post-canon era. I love that this moment makes it loud and clear that these two have a very powerful effect on each other. And most importantly, I adore this scene for cementing that Rick and Michonne are with each other always. 🥹 What a gift...

A lot of relationships can appear strong during happy times when both individuals are on the same page. However, it's during those challenging periods, when two hold different outlooks and have a multitude of things weighing on them, that the true strength of a relationship really becomes evident.

So part of what puts this scene so high on my list is that it is one of the clearest depictions of why Richonne's relationship is so deep and durable. Because even at this time when circumstances could have easily caused a major divide between them, Michonne and Rick instead choose each other and prove this is a relationship that they sincerely value in the good times and the hard times too.

But, before we get into the #2 scene, we have to talk about some scenes that proceed it in the s5 finale. 🤗

As I’ve said in a previous post, I think this scene where Rick wakes up to find Michonne watching over him and they finally talk about his headspace is extremely revealing of how he views her. Rick telling Michonne, "Well you wanted this place," just really hammered home that in many ways she’s in the wife category to him. Rick was trying to secure this place for team family, but especially for Michonne in a way that he wasn't able to do for Lori. 

The scene opens with Rick asleep after Michonne quite literally knocked some sense into him the prior ep, and it's funny that when he stirs awake, he laughs almost amused as he recalls the wild stuff that happened leading up to this point.

Then Michonne asks, "What’s so funny?" and you see a surprised little look on Rick's face as he asks, "You were here the whole time?" And I like that there’s not an ounce of frustration towards her after knocking him out. He gets it.

I love that Michonne is the one in here with him. Even knowing Rick has been wildin' out she’s still protective of him. Cuz she can knock him out but that doesn’t mean she’s gonna let anyone else come for him. It’s like a visual representation of the sentiment she’ll later express in my golden #2 scene.

Michonne even says she was there with Rick all night, which is such an indicator of her love for him. And then because she knows his laugh meant something, she reiterates "What’s so funny?," and I love that Rick is willing to be vulnerable about his headspace with her when he admits to her that mentally he’s still stuck in the train car from Terminus.

Michonne gives him the rundown of what he missed, and it’s clear she was thoroughly holding down the fort and keeping the peace while he was out of it. 

Then I appreciate that Michonne closes some of the distance between them when she pulls her chair closer and asks, "Rick, what are you doing?"

It’s clear she’s concerned about him, and I like that she asks this way. It’s not accusatory like, 'What were you thinking?' or derogatory like, 'What’s wrong with you?' She wants to know what he’s doing cuz clearly she can tell Rick thinks he’s doing what he has to even though he really doesn’t have to. And if he’d be honest with her, she could help him see that.

Like in this scene, Michonne really could have told Rick...

And she'd be right lol. 😋 However, when she asks this, Rick doesn’t have an answer so then Michonne for the first time addresses the Pete and Jessie situation.

She says, "You could have told me what was happening." And there’s a deeper reason Rick didn’t tell her, beyond what he’ll claim here when he just says "it moved fast." He kept people closest to him like Carl, Michonne, and Glenn out of the loop about the Anderson situation because in many ways his off behavior in that situation was not rooted in clarity but rather in the unresolved wound of losing Lori without closure and the severe PTSD that everything about ASZ triggered within him.

He says it moved fast “and then Noah.” The way Rick says that part feels like he knows how hard Noah’s loss was on Michonne. We saw her grieving Noah a bit in a prior ep too. Which would make sense, especially because Noah, as a kid who didn’t make it, could stir up a lot of pain over losing Andre for her. 😢

Rick says he couldn’t tell her about the gun and, while it could seem like he says it like he couldn’t trust her with that info, he knows what he really means which is what he’ll reveal later - that he couldn’t tell her cuz she had the power to talk him out of it.

Michonne sarcastically says, "nah you couldn’t," cuz she knows Rick knows good and well he can tell her anything. 

It becomes clear that Rick meant he couldn’t tell her because of her influence on him when he says, “Well you wanted this place.” Again, I’ll always love the significance and delivery of this line. And he’s not saying this accusatory. He knows finding a home meant something to her, and it meant something to him that Michonne got what she wanted.

It really feels like during this whole arc, Rick didn’t want to tamper with Michonne's experience in ASZ by roping her into his underhanded plans with Daryl and Carol because they were plans that suggested the place could fall or not work out, and he knows Michonne wanted to believe in this place.

Along with knowing Michonne could talk him out of this approach, I've always felt like part of why Rick kept her out of the plans - plans that normally he would want her fully involved in - was because of his desire to  "give her this place" without the burden of expecting things to go wrong.

Think about pretty much all of Rick and Michonne's scenes in ASZ leading up to this point, especially the scene where he looks right at Michonne as he "signs the papers" and agrees to be a constable with her the day after she expresses to him that she would want a job. Each of their ASZ scenes suggested that even as Rick was spiraling on his own mental journey, everything in him still wanted Michonne to have this place, even if it meant carrying the burden of intense uncertainty on his own.

Fortunately, in this ep, Rick learns that he is no longer with a partner who expects him to carry any burdening issues alone ever. 🙌🏽

So then Michonne adamantly tells him they had to stop being out there, and she's right as always. Then Rick says, "Well we’re here," and I love Michonne’s response to this. She notes what Rick said earlier about still being mentally stuck in that train car when she compassionately says, “Well you just said you weren’t.”

And really it’s true, the poor guy has not been all there in ASZ hence some of his more volatile behavior. And Rick looks like he knows Michonne has a point when he stares at her in this moment.

Then when Carol, Abe, and Glenn walk in (which feels like they are walking in on the Richonne bubble) Rick is caught in the middle with Michonne on one end asking about the gun, and Carol on the other wanting him to lie.

And you can just tell that man does not want to lie to Michonne anymore. But he goes along with Carol’s story even tho Michonne ain’t buying it, looking at Rick and Carol like... 

Later, Carol talks with Rick alone and is in his ear about continuing their trust-no-one approach. And the first thing Rick asks is why she didn’t want to tell Michonne, Glenn, and Abe about the gun. You know those magnets within him are ready to stop with the games that are causing distance with Michonne and come clean to her once and for all. 

Carol seems to suggest that Michonne knocking Rick out might make her untrustworthy of being let in on their plans, but I adore that Rick so quickly and confidently defends Michonne, saying both that he deserved what Michonne did and that, "She’s with us."

He knows and trusts his woman, y'all. And I love that even after Michonne knocked him out and Carol's trying to cast doubts about her, Rick's still like...

In this whole ASZ situation Carol and Michonne reflect two different ways to approach ASZ. And in this scene with Rick and Carol, it’s clear that Rick has already been swayed more to Michonne’s side, especially as he tells Carol, "I don’t want to lie anymore."

This moment lets you know that without even directly talking him out of it, Michonne has again influenced Rick to no longer want to scheme and plot under the table. I know Rick hated feeling even remotely distant from Michonne, and he’s ready to fix that and stop lying to her asap.

Also, now you know I don’t really care to revisit any of those scenes, but all I’ll say about the scene with Jessie in this ep is it’s an interesting choice to have Rick only seen through the window when they talk. It again shows that in this situation he’s not all there, as Rick's not even seen present in the same shot as her, just a reflection of who he is.

But then, in this next scene, this Top 2 classic, not only is Rick directly in the shot with the woman he’s meant for, but the two get all up close and personal too...

Ok so on to my favorite pre-canon scene and top 2 moment. 🤩

I love that after such a compellingly wild journey with Rick’s character arc in season 5, his turning point back to some sense of sanity in the finale is in this moment with Michonne. She’s the person in his life most capable of helping him start seeing things clearer.

It reminds me of Rick’s other mental spiral arc in s3 and how his turning point was also Michonne-related as nearly giving her up sparked him to return to democracy. No matter how off the deep end Rick can go, something about Michonne can always bring him back. 💯

So the scene opens with Michonne approaching the room and softly saying, "Rick, you ready?" which I like especially because in 5.11 she had asked Rick that very thing right outside the gates of ASZ before they ever entered the community.

And in some ways, Rick wasn’t fully ready to let go of the fight and embrace this place back then, which has led to their current predicament. But even then, she still checks in on him now and wants to know where he’s really at with this.

(also the opening shot low-key feels like she's the angel arriving on his shoulder to guide him back to the light, if you ask me.)

This moment of her checking on him also sorta feels like it parallels that scene in The Distance when Michonne approaches Rick outside the barn while he works on a car. There's some similar positioning with him lower and her standing above, but the interesting difference is in 5.11 Rick and Michonne were discussing the potential for other people/communities to pose a threat, and here in 5.16 they have to deal with how Rick is now deemed the threat to the community.

Then I love that all Michonne has to say is just those three words - "Rick, you ready?" - and Rick is ready to completely spill everything. Like details and all with no hesitation. 😋

Rick lays it all out saying how he, Carol, and Daryl worked out the plan to keep guns together, and he lets Michonne know exactly what they took from the armory and exactly what they still have.

Rick says, “We lied to you cuz I wasn’t sure how you’d take it - what you’d do.” which has always been quite interesting to me because like he knows Michonne wouldn’t just straight up turn on him or fight him but I think just the mere thought that what she’d do is pull away from him or be disappointed was enough for Rick to feel he couldn’t risk telling her.

And I like how, as he says this, he holds his hand out to give her the gun as this symbol that not only is he confessing, but he’s ready to “turn himself in” in a sense and let her have the gun and have intel on the plan completely, rather than hide anything from her.

I feel like this moment really hammers home that Rick views Michonne as his partner. They'd been operating like partners and co-leaders so much before arriving in Alexandria, so Rick knows that Michonne is someone in the group who would have and should have been let in on these types of plans, which is why not telling her felt like a lie that weighed on him.

I like that when Michonne hears Rick say this, she puts the windbreaker down, knowing they need to have a moment and talk this out so she can let him know exactly where she stands.

She asks if he thinks she’d try to stop him, and Rick, always finding time to be a little teasing with her, says, "Well you did hit me over the head." You know he's teasing too cuz he literally just defended her doing this when he spoke with Carol earlier lol.

And I appreciate that Michonne wants it to be crystal clear she did that to help him and not for the others. "That was for you." Of course, it’s for him, and doing what she thought was best to help him. 

Even before hearing her say this, you know Rick believes that she did this with his best interests in mind.

And then I adore that he gets extra vulnerable for this next part, with this being his turn to close the distance between them.

Rick stands up and gets super close to her - cuz magnets - and he finally tells Michonne that he didn't tell her about the guns because “I was afraid you’d talk me out of it…you could’ve.” 

Y'all, I love this. 😊 That "you could've" is going to hit my heart every time.

I’ve mentioned other pre-canon moments on this list where Rick has told on himself in terms of what he feels for Michonne. But none more than in this moment right here does Rick outright expose that Michonne has a very special and substantial influence on him.

It’s a big deal one; for her to have this power, two; for Rick to know Michonne has this power, and three; for him to then straight up tell her she has this power.

This is extremely significant, especially because Rick was seemingly at his most dazed during this 5B arc and said himself he was in the middle of losing his mind...and yet even in that disoriented state, he still had enough wherewithal to be aware that Michonne could get him to change course if she so much as talked to him about the situation.

Like homeboy was struggling to know right from left at this time, but one thing he did know was that Michonne had the power to heavily influence his choices and actions.

Rick Grimes won’t just let anybody talk him in or out of things, and yet Michonne effortlessly can do both as we saw throughout s5 and beyond. He also trusts her to know the immense influence she has without manipulating it. And honestly, he picked a good person to give this power to because Michonne is always right. 👑😌 Like fr...

I love that Rick finally came right out with it and told her this because he seemed to deep down know it was the case all along. Michonne means a whole lot to him, he fully respects her wisdom and ideas, and something in him always wants to give her what she wants, and in some capacity, he knows this about himself even here pre-canon.

As this is the season 5 finale, this is when they tie up a lot of arcs and storylines, and it’s fitting after a season where Michonne so fully stepped up as Rick's co-partner and both led alongside him and led him - the season ends with Rick actively knowing that just Michonne’s words, hell even a mere look, could influence his decisions on crucial matters. Even after losing it a bit in Alexandria, he still knows he'd trust Michonne’s gut even over his own. 👌🏽

And for him to say, "I was afraid..." I love the vulnerability. This is the Rick Grimes who has often had to come across as fearless to those they encounter, but here he can be honest and human and let her know that the influence she has over him is strong enough to even make him afraid.

Deep down something in Rick knew that Michonne has his whole heart and that he’ll ultimately be swayed to do what she says. Also, the visual of the two together is just so pleasing and the chemistry is always 🔥🔥.

And then cuz you know these equals stay taking turns sending my heart soaring - it’s Michonne’s turn to have me jumping for joy when she responds to him. (That's part of what makes this a top 2 moment because Rick and Michonne both have a line that just leaves me endlessly beaming 🤗)

First, Michonne so gently tells Rick they don’t need the guns here, and she doesn’t need her sword. It makes me think of the really sweet and sociable honorable mention moment they had in 5A when Rick asks her about her sword, and she says she doesn’t miss her sword but rather misses people they love like Hershel. Both these moments show she's always had such a solid perspective. 👑

Also y’all, as Michonne is talking to Rick in this s5 finale moment, again I have to point out the way Rick is looking at her...Whipped with a capital W. He looks so entranced that he again has to have one of those signature not-so-slick look-up moves he does whenever he knows he’s about to get lost in her lol. 

I mentioned in a previous post that the story knew it wanted Rick and Michonne's journey to be that of an epic love story, hence why so many of their pre-canon scenes feel like they could fit perfectly into a romance. And you know who also naturally knew this - the Andrew Lincoln.

Because honey, the way his eyes always told the story that Rick was in love with Michonne 👏🏽👏🏽. Especially in this season 5 finale scene, all you have to do is look at Rick's eyes to know...

When Andy played our beloved sheriff during this pre-canon era, he basically said I don't really care what other storylines y'all got going on for Rick cuz whenever Rick is in front of Michonne he's going to look at her like she's the one for him really and truly. And I appreciate him for it. 😌

All those special stares between both Rick and Michonne throughout their journey really do add a wonderful touch to this love story. 👌🏽🥰

So then Michonne says, “I think you can find a way,” showing her steadfast belief in him. And then I love that she then emphasizes, “We can find a way.” It's refreshingly letting him know that, in navigating all this, he doesn’t have to do it alone. She will be by his side and they're a package deal. 😊

And then, as you know, what makes this scene such a classic is when Michonne flat out expresses the sentiment that they are forever a package deal when she so sincerely says, “And if we don’t…I’m still with you.” BEAUTIFUL. 😭

Oh I adore it with everything in me. She’s communicated to Rick that she’s still with him in so many different ways throughout the series, but I love that here she gets to look right at him with so much love in her eyes and let him know directly that she’s still with him no matter what. Good, bad, or ugly, she will forever be team Rick Grimes. 👌🏽

And it’s huge for her to say this and for Rick to hear this. Finding a home base has been Michonne's big goal this season and Rick's been aiming to provide that home - but now in the finale, this is Michonne’s chance to tell Rick she found home long ago because home actually isn’t a place - it’s him. And he no longer has to worry about losing her. 

Also with the uncertainty of their world, how deep is it that they found a nice cushy community, a gold mine in that world, and Michonne is saying I still choose you even over the invaluable safety of having this home. As I’ve said before, this is the season where Rick and Michonne both show through words and actions that they will follow each other anywhere.

It’s so moving for Rick, someone who knows disloyalty well from his previous pre-apocalypse relationships (Lori & Shane), now has this woman to say I’m on your side always. And it's big for Michonne to know that the bond she formed with Rick is one she'll be committed to no matter what. Just a precious sentiment and my favorite thing she’s ever said to Rick so far. 🥰

And the way Michonne is looking at him. 😍 She’s in love with him, can’t tell me any different. So I, of course, gotta give major props to the Danai Gurira too because she also helped sculpt this story in the direction of a love story with the way Michonne would always look and talk to Rick.

Then Rick seems to just be taking her in completely as she says this lovely loyal line. Rick's look here feels like yet another moment that suggests he marvels over how he got so lucky to have someone like her be with him like this.

As Rick and Michonne let a silent moment linger between them, it really felt like RJ’s parents were finally about to kiss in this scene. Cuz these two were practically having this conversation...

Instead, Michonne notes how "something is going to happen," cuz she’s not naive or overly idealistic, and then she wisely states, "just don’t make something happen." And in this moment we’re seeing in real time the way Michonne just expressing herself can impact Rick and motivate him to change course.

I'm sure a lot of characters would have assumed Rick was unreachable in his season 5 era, but Michonne can always so effortlessly reach him and get him to try a new approach.

After she beautifully and prudently expresses this, Rick looks at her mesmerized (the usual), and then hands her the gun again, so eager to offer it as this peace offering that says he is with her too and willing to try to go about this her way rather than fight this his way. 

It's a big deal for him to do this and I absolutely love the visual of this whole wordless moment.

I mentioned how in Clear, Michonne hands Rick a bullet as a sort of peace offering to show she’s on his side. And here Rick offers the same with the gun, but I love that instead of taking the gun, the shot draws emphasis on the two’s hands (seriously, Richonne stays giving the most Outstanding Performance by a Pair of Hands 👏🏽) as she softly places a hand over his and signals both that he doesn’t have to give her the gun and that she trusts him to make the right choice with it.

Again, Michonne is the soundest character in TWD, bar none, so in this moment, she knows it’s not necessarily unwise to have the gun, she’s not against the idea of precautions, but she also knows hostility is simply not needed here. And I love the arresting way they can always disarm each other, even without taking a gun. 

And the moment just feels genuinely intimate and romantic which I love. Any time they touch it’s sparks. ✨ Michonne's first initiating touch with Rick was outside ASZ in 5.11 and now she does it again in the finale as touching his hand almost reflects her once again hoping that he’s really ready this time to make this place work.

But even if he's not...she's still with him. 🥹

Rick and Michonne then share this palpable passionate look before she heads out, sounding like a wife as she tells him, "Don’t be too long."

And that eye contact tho. 🔥 Richonne's eye contact at the end of this scene alone deserves its own shoutout. 👏🏽

Y’all, let me tell you what we just watched in this scene were some soulmates. Not just besties, or family, or partners - no, this was an exchange between soulmates. That’s their person, their true love, the one they trust unwaveringly - and somewhere in them during this scene, their hearts know it too. Their minds might need to do some catching up, but their hearts know if you ask me.

At the end of this scene, Rick stands alone in the room and holds the gun, moving his hand almost as if it's Michonne's touch that's most lingering with him. It may sound straight out of a romance film to say that, but that really is an element of what this subtle moment is giving.

Seeing that tiny moment of Rick's reaction to the gun in his hand after Michonne's tender touch just confirmed to me that one of the great perks about this ship is we never have to embellish the spark between Richonne because there really are just that many little romantic details to notice and cherish within these scenes.

Rick’s lingering reaction as she leaves also makes it feel like the gun weighs more than it does as it now symbolizes a weighted decision “to use or not to use.” But he knows deep down because the woman he loves has spoken and touched him literally and figuratively, he wants to make his next move one that she could be proud of.  

And after a scene as romantically coded as this one, I too don't care what other storyline was supposed to be happening during this time...because Richonne was on the fast track to canon. 1000%.

Like truly after this moment there is no convincing me that Rick was healthily falling for anyone else. The chemistry, attraction, respect, love, and desire are far too evident in this scene between Rick and Michonne to suggest anything other than that canon Richonne is just around the corner. 🔥 And I love that Danai also noted this as a scene that really made it clear Rick and Michonne's bond was bound to blossom into more.

In season 5, who Rick was authentically in love with was crystal clear and who Michonne was authentically in love with was crystal clear. And fortunately, the following season, Rick and Michonne finally took the leap and made it crystal clear to themselves and the world that the two were in love with each other. 🙌🏾

This "I'm still with you" scene was an especially blatant sign that Rick and Michonne had developed an unbreakable love. And this moment is deserving of my #2 spot for how much meaning it carries.

The scene powerfully shows that what Rick and Michonne have between them is and has always been so incredibly deep, influential, reverential, beautiful, steamy, and special - and that no matter what they face or where they go, Rick and Michonne will always and forever be with each other. 🥰

#richonne #top 30 #top 3 #number 2 #rick x michonne #reveling in richonne #the best thing Michonne said to her husband so far 😍 #twd 5.16 #twd towl #the ones who live

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Scarlet Witch x male mutant s/o

S/o met Wanda after he became the newest member of Magneto’s Brotherhood of Mutants when the master of magnet found and saved him from a group of anti-mutant hunters.

“Y-you saved me? Who are you?”

“My name is Magneto, I am a mutant much like yourself. What is your name?”

“N-nice to meet you Magneto. I’m s/o.”

He says while still shaking in fear from almost being killed moments earlier.

“You need not be afraid of me s/o. Unlike those barbaric humans, I mean you no harm. In fact, I have an offer for you.”

“A-an offer?”

“Yes. I know what it is like to be discriminated against by humans, so I formed a team consisting of mutants to fight against the mistreatment of our kind. I can offer you a home, a family, a cause to fight for. What do you say s/o? Will you join us for the benefit of mutant kind?”

After thinking for a moment, s/o nods and accepts Magneto’s offer, making the older mutual smile.

“Excellent, welcome to the Brotherhood of Mutants s/o.”

Now a part of Magneto’s team, s/o quickly became friends with Pietro and Wanda Maximoff, aka Quicksilver and the Scarlet Witch.

Attracted to his kind personality while also finding the way he stutters really cute, Wanda quickly became enamored with s/o and would vehemently defend him from the more rowdy members of the brotherhood.

Despite having a genuine friendship with the two Maximoffs, s/o soon came to regret joining Magneto’s group when he realized his leader’s intentions.

“Y-you lied to me Magneto! You said we were fighting against mutant discrimination! What you’re doing isn’t right! Subjecting humans to violence and oppression is not the way!”

Needless to say, Magneto did not take kindly to s/o’s words.

“Do not lecture me about what is right! If you value keeping your life, you will do as I say s/o! Now, since Wanda and Pietro are so fond of you, I’m willing to forget we had this conversation. Next time you question me though s/o, there will be dire consequences. Am I clear?”

He tells the younger mutant in a threatening voice, causing him to flinch.

“Y-yes Magneto.”

Unfortunately for Magneto, both Wanda and Pietro overheard everything and have secretly shared s/o’s dislike of being villains for a while now.

“How dare he threaten s/o like that! I have half a mind to-”

“Calm down sis, I don’t like it either, but what can we do? Magento saved us, we can’t just go against him can we?”

Wanda turns to face her brother with a serious expression.

“….Maybe it’s time we do just that. I don’t know about you, but I no longer wish to be a member of the Brotherhood! I’m planning on taking s/o and leaving Magneto for good. Are you with me Pietro?”

“….Alright sis, I’m in.”

With that, the two begin working on their plan as s/o heads back to his room in tears, walking past his two friends without noticing them.

Later that evening, s/o is laying in his bed as Wanda enters his room.

“Hey s/o, how are you doing?”

She asks in a sweet voice, making him blush.

“I’m ok Wanda.”

Taking a seat on the bed next to him, Wanda wraps an arm around s/o, causing his blush to deepen.

“Don’t lie to me s/o, I can tell you’ve been crying.”

Shaking off his blush for a moment, s/o proceeds to tell Wanda what happened between him and Magneto, despite her already knowing.

“I really don’t w-wanna be here anymore Wanda. All the violence, the hate, this isn’t what I w-wanted.”

“I know s/o, which is why my brother and I are planning on leaving….and we’re taking you with us.”

She says much to s/o’s shock.

“B-but Magneto will kill me if we betray him.”

“No, he won’t. I won’t let anything happen to you s/o, I love you too much.”

“Y-you love me?!”

Wanda smiles and kisses him gently on the lips.

“Does that answer your question s/o?”

He nods as Wanda chuckles at his flustered expression before telling him the plan.

A few days later during a confrontation with the X-Men, Magneto is furious that his children and s/o announced that they are leaving the Brotherhood of Mutants and will help fight against them.

“You three dare turn against me?!”

“We’re fed up with being criminals! You may have saved us Magneto, but Wanda and I will serve you no longer!”

“Pietro’s right! You claim mutants are superior to humans, but you subject them to the exact same horrible treatment and prejudice that the humans are guilty of! You’re nothing but a hypocrite Magneto!”

She exclaims with a cold glare as s/o stands by her side.

“Y-yeah! From now on Magneto, we will fight to i-improve human and mutant relations, not further worsen them like you do b-buckethead!”

“S/o! You turned my children against me didn’t you?! I will see to it that your life ends here!”

He orders the Brotherhood to attack as Wanda and Pietro stand protectively in front of s/o.

“No one is laying a hand on my boyfriend!”

“Yeah! Keep away from my best friend!”

Wanda blasts several members of the Brotherhood away as her brother deals with a few of the others.

“I should have let those humans exterminate you back when I met you s/o! Now I shall rectify that mistake by ending you right here and now!”

Magneto shouts in anger as he goes after s/o personally, but the shy mutant uses his powers to defend himself.

(I never stated what s/o’s powers are so feel free to use your imagination.)

Once the X-Men join in on the battle, Magneto eventually orders his mutants to retreat while swearing vengeance on s/o for both his and the Maximoff siblings’ betrayal.

“You may have won today, but heed my words that the Brotherhood of Evil Mutants shall return to make you all pay! Especially you s/o, when next we meet, your death by my hand shall be a slow and excruciating one!

While the Brotherhood make their retreat, leader of the X-Men Charles Xavier rolls up to the three now that the battle is over.

“While Magneto believes in mutant supremacy, I dream of a world where mutants and humans can coexist peacefully. If you three want, you’re more than welcome to join the X-Men.”

The three look at each other before turning back to Xavier as s/o speaks up on behalf of his girlfriend and best friend.

“We appreciate the offer Professor, but for now we’d like to politely decline. Even though yours is different from Magneto’s, we don’t want to be part of a group of mutants right after leaving another. Pietro, Wanda, and myself wish to find our own way, but if you ever need us we’ll be glad to lend a hand.”

He says as Xavier nods in understanding while both Pietro and Wanda are surprised at the fact s/o didn’t stutter even once while speaking.

“I see. Well if you change your mind, you’ll always be welcome to join us.”

The X-Men leave as s/o smiles at Wanda and hugs her.

“T-thanks for always being here for me Wanda. I love you.”

She smiles and kisses him before returning the hug.

“I’ll always be here for you s/o. I love you too”

“Um…hello? I’m still here to you know!”

Pietro says before being brought into the hug by his sister and best friend.

“Sorry Pietro. I hope you know that you’re the g-greatest friend I’ve ever had.”

“Heh. Right back at you s/o.”

Despite everything he’s been through, s/o knows he will always have his girlfriend and her brother to rely on, no matter what the future may hold for the three mutants.

#marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x male reader #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch x male reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x male reader #male reader #marvel mutants #brotherhood of evil mutants #x men #quicksilver #magneto

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Stars Beyond Number - Chapter 19

The Way the World Ends, Part 3

Rating: T (rating varies by chapter; mature content will be tagged; regardless of rating, minors DNI)

Pairings: Echo x Riyo Chuchi; Gregor x OFC Cerra Kilian

Wordcount: 2.9k

Warnings and tags: angst; suspense; canon-typical violence; someone gets punched; blood and injury; language.

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Summary: Echo arrives in Pabu; the team disagrees about how to proceed.

A/N: This story shares continuity with Martyrs and Kings, "Double, Double Boil and Trouble" (part 2 here) and "Do It Again," but all the fics can be read as stand-alones.

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…This is the way the world ends…

—T. S. Eliot, “The Hollow Men”

To say Pabu was beautiful would be grossly inadequate: it was the most idyllic place Echo had ever seen, and he’d seen a kriffing lot of the galaxy. He didn’t know if a worse hell existed than Skako Minor, but it was difficult to imagine a heaven that was lovelier than Pabu. He wished Riyo could have been there with him to see it.

It felt very strange to sit in the sunshine and enjoy Shep Hazard’s feast, to drink whatever fruity cocktail the mayor had made from the fermented tropical fruit that grew on their island—all while conscious that the rest of his team was either stuck in that dingy underworld garage or out on missions that were equally likely to end in gruesome disaster as success. He didn’t blame Hunter for wanting to keep the rest of the Batch—and particularly Omega—safe in this paradise.

Despite all that, Echo didn’t regret his decision to join Rex for even a second. The team’s success at Balmorra had only reaffirmed that he’d made the right call. But he couldn’t deny that it was very good to see his family again. Hunter made it more than clear that Echo would be welcome to join them, and if he were honest with himself, Echo admitted that it was a tempting prospect: a peaceful life in this beautiful place, surrounded by the people who were closest to him.

But what about the others? The ones who weren’t lucky enough to have found peace and safety?

“Echo, you've seen the power you're up against,” Hunter said. “You can't defeat them.”

“It's not about that,” Echo insisted. “It's about fighting for our brothers.”

“I understand why you're doing this,” Hunter sighed, “but when will it be enough?”

Echo didn’t reply immediately, but the unspoken words hovered between them nonetheless: Not yet.

“We have to tell him,” Fireball insisted.

“What good would it do?” Rex asked. “We need to get that data spike decrypted. If we tell Echo now, he’ll want to join in the search. We have to think about the bigger picture.”

“We could use some karking help with the search,” Nemec pointed out. “We still don’t know where Cerra is or even who took her.”

“My contact is looking into it,” Rex insisted. “If she’s in Imperial custody, we should know within a day or two.”

“And what if she isn’t?” Fireball asked. “How are we supposed to find her when we have no actionable intel?”

Riyo’s stomach churned. She couldn’t even believe they were having this conversation. Rex’s jaw was set firmly, but she could see the torment and self-doubt that swirled in his eyes.

“What if the situation were reversed?” she asked Rex. “If Echo knew something had happened to Cerra, and he decided to keep it from you?”

“I’d say he made the right decision,” Rex said. “The mission comes first.”

“That’s a kriffin’ lie,” Gregor said. “You’d burn the galaxy to the ground.”

“And what makes you say that?” Rex demanded harshly.

Gregor stared at Rex without flinching. “Because that’s what I’d do.”

“I have to agree,” Riyo said. “I’m sorry, Rex. If you don’t comm Echo, I will.”

Rex sighed and dropped his head into his hands. “Just… Give me a day. If I don’t hear back from my contact by then, I’ll comm Echo myself.”

“And what if you hear back?” Gregor asked.

Rex didn’t respond, and Riyo knew he was considering the possibility that his contact wouldn’t have any information.

“Then we’ll make a decision at that point,” she said decisively. 

Rex met her eyes and nodded in acknowledgment. She wasn’t particularly thrilled, but she understood Rex’s reservations. There was really nothing Echo could do right now, and his mission was important. But the minute they had a shred of intel, she would comm him—Rex and his bigger picture be damned.

“Previous transfer records recovered from the ship's logs list other clone prisoners detained by the Advanced Science Division,” Tech said, “and Crosshair is one of them.”

Wrecker spoke the thought that sprang to all of their minds: “You mean Crosshair turned on the Empire?”

Echo stared at Tech. If this were true, it could change everything. Crosshair had chosen the Empire, and he’d claimed to have done it without the influence of his inhibitor chip. Echo harbored private doubts that Crosshair’s chip had truly been removed, even if he thought it had. Regardless, if Crosshair had a change of heart about the Empire, that meant that there was hope that he would be willing to come back to the squad. Echo had lost too many brothers already. If there was the slightest chance that he could save Crosshair, he had to do it.

Tech and Echo threw themselves into the task of combing through the data he’d recovered from the Gozanti, and then into hunting down any leads they could find on Hemlock and the Advanced Science Division in Republic and Imperial records. There was precious little, and after an exhaustive search, Echo sent a message to Rex asking for assistance. 

Echo was surprised by how quickly Rex commed him back. He answered the call aboard the Remora; better for everyone involved if the Batch knew as little as possible about the details of Rex’s operations. The more they knew, the bigger the targets on their backs would grow.

“Echo,” Rex greeted him without preamble. “My contact came through with limited intel on your Dr. Hemlock, but we do know that he’s set to travel to Eriadu in two rotations.”

“That’s not much time,” Echo frowned. “What’s he doing there?”

“Attending some sort of summit at Tarkin’s compound with a bunch of Imperials. Not sure who else will be there, but given how classified it is, safe to say they’re all high-level officials.”

Echo grunted. “Tight security, then. Couldn’t take it with an army, but maybe a strike team could infil. Anything else?”

Rex shook his head, his expression troubled. “Someone has gone to a lot of trouble to make it seem like Hemlock doesn’t exist. They’re not going to be happy to see a squad of wanted fugitives tracking him down.”

“We don’t have a choice. If he has Crosshair, we have to get him back,” Echo said firmly. “He’s our brother. Besides, Hemlock is holding other clones, too.”

“I understand,” Rex replied, but doubt clouded his eyes.

“We could use some backup,” Echo observed. 

“I wish I could send it,” Rex said. “Echo… there’s something you need to know.”

“What is it?” Echo asked. “Riyo—”

“She’s all right,” Rex said. “It’s about Cerra.”

Echo’s short-lived relief spiraled into a sense of foreboding. “What happened?”

“She went missing on an extraction mission. We still don’t know who took her.”

“I’m coming back,” Echo said flatly.

“Negative,” Rex replied, his voice stern. “The whole team on Coruscant is working on it. Your mission is too important; we have no idea if or when we’ll get another lead on Hemlock.”

“Kriff Hemlock—” Echo began.

“Cerra would want you to put the mission first,” Rex interrupted. “You know it’s true.”

“Cerra has a karkin’ death wish!” Echo snapped. “She’s been looking for an excuse to self-destruct since I met her.”

“We won’t let that happen. We will find her. I need you to stay focused on your mission. We can’t spare the men for Eriadu, and we couldn’t make it in time anyway. It has to be you, Echo. We’re counting on you.”

Echo sat alone in the Remora for a long moment after Rex ended the holocom. He knew Rex was right, but it didn’t ease the sick feeling of dread when he thought about Cerra. Dank farrik, he’d only just begun to get through to her, and now he might have lost her for good—his last link to Fives.

The mission comes first.

He’d get his brother back first, and if the team hadn’t found Cerra by then, he swore by the Force he’d get his sister back, too. 

Cerra awoke to the familiar gray walls of a Venator brig. She’d never been held in one before, but she’d seen them plenty of times during her years of service. She had no idea how much time had passed or even which Venator she was on. Her body ached, and hunger gnawed at her stomach. She took a quick stock of her situation.

Naturally, she’d been stripped of her weapons and armor, which was karking annoying. It was just her luck to lose her armor on the very first mission after she finished the modifications she’d been working on with Echo. The loss of the blasters cut deeper. Jesse had customized them for her specially years before, and they were all she had left from him. Even if she managed to escape, the odds were spectacularly bad that she would be able to find them on the Venator, if they’d even made it aboard.

That was assuming she lived long enough to escape. She had no delusions about her chances: she was being kept alive long enough to interrogate. Once they’d ripped the answers out of her, she would be terminated and jettisoned with the rest of the trash. If she were lucky, it would happen in that order.

All of which meant that she needed to escape before they had a chance to extract her secrets. All she had to do was break out of a completely secure holding cell, make her way through an enormous and heavily guarded starship, steal a ride, and jump into hyperspace before the Venator could engage its tractor beam—all without getting captured again. 

Easy peasy. 

She scoffed and flopped back down on the kriffing pathetic excuse for a bed. Clearly, prisoner comfort was not high on the list of priorities for jail cells. Nor was entertainment, which she discovered over the course of the next several days. Had she been bored when she was alone in the garage? That had been a paradise compared to the endless, colorless monotony of a Venator cell.

She slept, she woke, she slept again. Nothing changed, and she was forced to confront the very real possibility that she was going to die in this cell. She didn’t know how many days passed before the heavy tread of a TK trooper sounded outside her cell door.

“On your feet,” he barked. “Hands behind your head.”

She complied, keeping a wary eye on his blaster. He shut down the ray shield and entered the cell, then shoved her against the wall as he secured her wrists in a set of binders behind her back.

“You know, I usually expect a man to at least tell me his name before I let him tie me up,” she said, hoping to catch him off-balance.

“Quiet, scum,” he snapped.

Ah, well. Worth a shot.

“Get moving,” he ordered, nudging her out of the cell and into the corridor with the muzzle of his blaster.

“Where we headed?” she asked conversationally.

“Interrogation,” he replied shortly.

“Any chance we can stop at the commissary?” she asked. “I wouldn’t mind a snack. The prisoner rations here are—”

“Shut up,” he snapped. “Eyes front.”

Unfortunately, he never let down his guard, and his blasters were properly secured. Trust her to encounter the only competent TK trooper in the entire kriffin’ army. He marched her to the interrogation room and thrust her through the doorway. She stumbled, but righted herself in time to see the door slide closed and the lock engage. 

She took a quick inventory of the room. There was nothing inside except a table and two chairs; nothing she could use to escape or even loosen her binders. She paced around the room impatiently. After waiting a frankly impolite amount of time, at last she heard the door hiss open behind her.

“Cerra Kilian. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

Oh kark. 

She would recognize that voice anywhere, and she fought against a reflexive urge to snap to attention. Instead, she turned slowly around and inspected the man who’d entered the room.

“Admiral,” she drawled in greeting, hoping that he couldn’t hear the pounding of her heart or see the damp sheen of sweat that she suddenly felt on her forehead.

“It’s colonel, actually,” Wullf Yularen replied.

“Apologies, I didn’t realize you’d been demoted,” Cerra replied. From his narrowed eyes, she could tell the barb had struck home.

“It was a lateral move,” he replied. “An opportunity presented itself to be of greater service to the Empire.”

“Then I suppose congratulations are in order,” Cerra said.

“I can’t say the same for you,” Yularen said with a faint look of disgust as he surveyed her from her shaved head to her booted feet. “What on earth have you done to yourself? You used to be almost pretty.”

Always such a charmer. 

“Well, new Empire, new me,” she said glibly. “I think the new look suits me.”

“I suppose I shouldn’t expect better from a deserter and a traitor,” he said.

Cerra smirked. “Deserter, I’ll give you. But I hardly think a few shady back-alley deals constitute treason. If they did, you’d have to arrest the entire senate.”

Yularen clenched his jaw, but he didn’t rise to her bait. “You saved my life once, Lieutenant—or rather—Miss Kilian, and out of respect for that, I am going to give you a chance to do this the easy way. Tell me where to find your companions, and I will let you go free.”

Kraytshit, scughole. The only way you’re letting me out is in a body bag.

“I don’t have any companions,” she said. “I’m a free agent.”

Yularen’s lips tightened. He began to circle her, slowly, his shoulders ramrod straight, and his hands clasped behind his back.

“What were you doing on Daiyu?”

“What does anyone do on Daiyu?” she asked. “I was picking up a shipment of glitterstim.”

“You expect me to believe you abandoned your highly decorated military career to become a spice runner?” Yularen’s voice dripped with skepticism.

She shrugged. “Girl’s gotta make a living.”

He narrowed his eyes. “We know you were involved with the insurrection on Raada.” 

It was hardly an insurrection. I just blew up a speeder.

“What’s Raada?” she asked insouciantly.

“We have surveillance holos of you on the base. There’s no point in pretending ignorance.”

“Oh, you mean Raada, the moon,” Cerra said. “I was thinking about moving there, but I didn’t care much for the neighbors.”

“I see. I must admit, I was surprised to see a familiar face when we began to investigate the Raada incident. Careless. Almost as careless as trusting a spice runner not to give you up at the first hint of a reward.”

So that’s where the hole in our opsec was, Cerra thought grimly. Poor fucker.

“Hell of a reward,” she said. “Why do you care so much about a blown-up speeder, anyway?”

“Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” he gritted out. “Where is Ahsoka Tano?” 

“Who?” Cerra didn’t need to fake her confusion this time; she was truly baffled.

What in the galaxy does Ahsoka Tano have to do with anything? Cerra had met the young Jedi several times before she was transferred to the Ro-Ti-Mundi, but didn’t know her particularly well. Certainly not as well as Rex did. As far as Cerra knew, the girl had died along with the rest of the Jedi Order, even if she was a lapsed member.

“We know an adolescent Togruta Jedi killed an inquisitor on Raada and escaped mere days after you were caught on holocam at that base. Where is she?” Yularen demanded in a harsh tone.

“I thought all the Jedi were dead. What’s an inquisitor?” Cerra asked curiously. She hadn’t heard of them before, and she figured she might as well try to get as much information as she could on the off chance that she walked away from this mess.

Yularen backhanded her, hard. He struck so fast she never saw his fist coming before it smashed into her face. Her head snapped to the side, and she stumbled, but righted herself quickly as agony exploded in her mouth.

“Rude,” she gasped painfully. “I thought we were having a conversation.”

She tasted the salty, metallic flavor of blood, and she spat it onto the floor in front of Yularen’s feet.

“I gave you your chance to cooperate,” he said. “But it seems you’ve chosen to do it the hard way.”

“You know,” Cerra said, “you were a decent commanding officer. Bit of a hardass, but I never took you for a stooge. I guess you can never really know someone.”

“Strong words for a woman who betrayed everything she ever stood for,” Yularen said.

“I didn’t betray shit,” Cerra snarled. “And my only regret is that I dragged your fascist ass into the escape pod instead of saving more clones.”

He glared at her. “You will tell me everything.”

“Don’t hold your breath,” she said.

“I won’t need to. Guard!” Yularen snapped. The TK trooper stationed outside the room entered immediately. “Escort the prisoner to the enhanced interrogation room, and notify Agent Daivik that his services are required.”

“Yes, sir,” the trooper said, taking aim at Cerra. “Move it, scum.”

Cerra shot Yularen an impudent, bloody grin. “Be seeing you.”

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#echo tbb #captain rex #captain gregor #riyo chuchi #oc: cerra kilian #echo x riyo chuchi #gregor x oc #clone trooper fireball #clone trooper nemec #the bad batch #star wars #tbb fanfic #star wars fanfiction #star wars oc #dystopicjumpsuit writes #stars beyond number

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ROSEGARDEN VOLUME 10 PROMPT: SECRET TRAINING

Some context to provide some world-building and of what I think may happen in volume 10 before I write the following prompt:

During the time team RWBY and Jaune weren’t present, Oscar has made a name for himself in Vacuo for fighting off Grimm at a young age, with the skills he inherited from Ozpin. People refer to him as “The Prodigy”.

Taiyang Xiao long will be in Vacuo, and reunite with his daughters.

Headmaster Theodore wishes to provide advanced training to team RWBY and Jaune, to help them get stronger.

Tai being an overprotective father bluntly tells Theodore he does not want his daughters training for the war heading their way.

Ruby and Yang argue against their fathers wishes, to which family drama ensues with the three.

Tai grudgingly accepts Yang participating in the training, but refuses to back down from Ruby joining.

Tai makes everyone swear they would not show what they had learned from Theodore to Ruby including Ozpin, who at the time was in possession of Oscar’s body.

Ruby angrily storms off from her father and walks the streets of Vacuo, alone to her thoughts.

Alright that’s enough context, onto the prompt!!!

Ruby frustratingly walks through the streets of Vacuo, after her intense conversation with her father Taiyang.

Ruby: “UGH!! ~ I CAN’T BELIEVE HIM!!! THIS ISN’T THE TIME TO BE WORRYING ABOUT MY SAFETY!!!”

In her anger Ruby failed to notice a few thieves and outlaws tailing her, as she makes her way through an alleyway. Soon after she is ambushed by the bad men and demands her to give what money she has over to them.

Not in the mood to deal with her attackers Ruby proceeds to draw out her weapon, but is shocked to find crescent rose not on her.

Ruby: “Oh no! I must have left Crescent Rose back at the academy when I left!!”

Noticing her worried expression the outlaws launched themselves to Ruby, expecting to have an easy win. Ruby proceeds to dodge and maneuver herself from the attacks with her semblance for a brief while. Until they used their semblances to entrap Ruby from using her semblance and box her in against a stone wall.

Prepared for the worst Ruby readies herself for a brawl as her attackers launches themselves again at her, only to fail again as they are knocked back by a “Green Blur”. Oscar enters the scene as he stands in front of Ruby, protecting her from the outlaws.

The Thieves stand back up ready to fight, but as soon as they noticed who Oscar was they proceed to step back and run away, not wanting any further trouble.

Relieved of no further violence Oscar puts away “Long Memory” and walks over to Ruby, handing back to her Crescent Rose which he had on hand.

Oscar: “We may be “safe” in Vacuo, but that doesn’t mean it’s the same as the other kingdoms we’ve been to. So it’s probably not the best idea to leave, alone, without your weapon on you.”

Ruby dusts herself off and looks at Crescent Rose in Oscar’s hand, with an agitated but sad look on her face.

Ruby: ……”thanks”…..

Oscar noticing Ruby’s expression takes a second to think and asks Ruby a question.

Oscar: “There is a small shop down the road that sells great fruit beverages for the locals, will you walk with me to try them out?”

Ruby noticing Oscar’s ploy to have a talk with her answers back.

Ruby: “Uh….um…thanks….but I’m….not really in the mood for….”

Oscar: “They also give away freshly baked cookies as free samples….”

Ruby: “………”

Moments later the two find themselves alone, sitting on a rooftop, with two fruit beverages and a carton of cookies.

After a brief conversation with each other Oscar eventually asks Ruby of her feelings towards Taiyang forbidding her to train with the others, to which she angrily answers back.

Ruby: “I Just Don’t Understand What He Is Thinking!!! He knows Salem will eventually make her way here to Vacuo for the relic, and will probably bring a much larger force with her this time around.”

Ruby: “If she does then my silver eyes might be a great help against her, and if the headmaster is willing to give us super advanced training to make us even more stronger, then I NEED to take it!!”

Ruby: I don’t NEED him protecting me and keeping me away from the battle to come!!!

Oscar patiently listens to Ruby as she vents her frustration onto him and after a few moments speaks back to her.

Oscar: …..”He’s only acting this way towards you Ruby because he cares and loves for you..”

Tears begin to swell up in Ruby’s eyes.

Ruby: …..”I don’t NEED his love right now…..I just WANT his support…”

After a brief moment Oscar looks to the horizon of the city below them and takes a another moment to himself to think.

He stands up from where he is sitting and begins to talk back to Ruby.

Oscar: “Well…..the others can’t do anything about it now since Tai made everyone in that room swore to him, including Qrow and Ozpin.”

Ruby’s expression saddens even more as she lowers her head….

Oscar: “…….but….technically I made no such promises….”

Ruby’s eyes lit up as she raises her head back up to look at the boy next to her, as he looks right back at her.

Oscar: “I may or may not know about a local dojo that may be able to provide help for some certain…. discrepancies.”

Ruby looks and listens at Oscar very intently until slowly a big smile spreads across her face…

Oscar smiles back with a mischief grin and extends his hand toward Ruby to help her up.

Oscar: “So……want to do some super-secret training with me?”

As he does Ozpin internally replies back to Oscar.

Ozpin: “Taiyang is not going to be happy about this when he finds out.”

Oscar: “I know…..but I’ll deal with it when that eventually happens.”

Ruby extends her hand back towards Oscar’s until they eventually come together.

Oscar: “Now……I just want to simply help her out.”

So there’s my Volume 10 prompt for a RoseGarden Moment 🤗

What do you think RG Community? It’s passable?👀🧐



#rwby #rwby ruby rose #rwby oscar #oscar pine #rwby rosegarden #rosegarden #ruby x oscar #GREENLITVOLUME10

[starpirateee]

Soooo. I’m sorry. I accidentally pressed send before I could finish the request. But here’s my fic request.

Warning a bit dark and angsty.

Ted pretended to be friends with Tinky but helped the CCRP capture him. At first he was happy to be free but after a a year something didn’t feel right. So after living happily with Jenny and his family. he went to go see him and is horrified to sees Tinky in a cage completely broken down and looking like death. His horns are cut off his body is beyond messed up and he’s a scared mess.

Ted decides to save him. Even if he knows it might not end well. ( maybe Jenny followed him and is the one to convince him)

I don’t know lol. It’s your choice. Go dark if you want to

A bit dark? A bit angsty? Jesus anon, this is right up my alley, but I dare say it's a little more than a bit angsty 👀

A warning to the rest of you: this gets dark. Proceed with caution

Ted had gotten used to the notion that fate was very much not in his hands, that he couldn't control what happened to him, and that the shitty hand life dealt was just bad luck, or something bigger than him deciding to give him a hard time just because he was there.

then fate had decided to play into his hands. He met the entity responsible for his years of downfall, and suddenly everything else shifted into play. For thirty years of his life, he'd been dealt ream after ream of pure bad luck, but after chance had him find the entity known as the Weaver of Impossibilities— the very same being who had been shuffling the cards of his fate and consistently dealing the worst of the worst— he found he could control fate with nothing more than simple persuasion. And that was a strength he learned to play into.

The day Jenny came back from her stint in Clivesdale, single and alone, he suddenly found himself with a free day. He'd managed to catch her as she was walking across the bridge , and reconnecting with her felt like he'd never lost her at all. They were dating within the fortnight, and she'd moved in straight away, given that she'd been staying in a hotel room until she could find a place to call her own again.

The Weaver remained in the forest. No more than a whisper among the trees at times, and a manifestation of whatever imagination Ted had left at the worst of them. He couldn't tell if he was hallucinating or not, but he actively spoke to this thing on occasion, and he would dare say that he'd sparked some kind of good deal in that time.

It felt like destiny was at his disposal, and for once in his life, he was truly happy. Happy with Jenny, happy with the state of his life… Everything was finally looking up for him.

It wasn't strictly his fault when he managed to accidentally sell out the Weaver, but he felt his disappearance like a knife through his chest when it happened. He was chatting to some woman he'd never seen before, who claimed she was a scientist from the lower floors of CCRP's in-branch development and research sector. And while Ted didn't understand a word of that, he managed to understand that there was a whole team of scientists working right underneath him, and he'd never noticed.

Though, apparently, it was true. There were apparently three sub-floors underneath what he knew to be CCRP, and they were filled with people who, first of all, knew what the company did, and second, actively put research into its development. This was something he could barely comprehend, but she had smiled and told him not to think about it too much.

"But while I'm here, I've been asking around the people on your floor, so I may as well ask you too. You haven't had any... Strange occurrences in the woods lately, have you?"

Ted scoffed. "Lady, everyone has strange experiences in the Witchwood, you're gonna have to be a bit more specific with that one."

She nodded, seemingly expecting this. "Specifically, a feeling like you're being watched, or particularly unexplainable auditory or visual hallucinations."

"... Huh."

"What is it?"

"Y'know, call me crazy, but you've pretty much described my exact experiences the last times ive been in that forest..."

Her face seemed to light up. "Really? And you say this has happened multiple times?"

"Sure. First time was a bit weird, but I went back a few days later to make sure I wasn't losing my mind, y'know?"

She nodded. "You wouldn't mind telling me about that, would you?"

That's how Ted ended up seeing the first sub-floor, of the office he'd worked at for years, for the very first time. He sat down in a comfortable looking office with the scientist, and she pulled out a notebook and pen to record what he was going to tell her. He imagined this was what therapy looked like, though he had no real way of confirming that.

"So, uh... What d'you need from me?"

"Your name, for a start."

"Theodore Spankoffski." Then, quickly, he added, "Ted." He leaned against the chair and folded his arms. Part of him was yet to register the fact that someone might believe him about the thing in the woods, but there was someone there now, and in fact, this woman was there to believe him. She had asked him, based way too specifically on his own experiences, and the way she'd said it made him think there were other people who might believe him too.

God forbid, maybe there was something in the woods...

"What're you saying... That I haven't been making this shit up? That there is something in the woods?"

"I don't know, Mr Spankoffski... There's nothing to say for certain whether there is something in the woods or not. the accounts I've heard so far have been pretty consistent, but that all depends on what you've seen, I suppose." She absently tapped the end of her pen against the notebook spirals, waiting on him to begin his account. He tried to figure out how he was going to phrase this, but kept falling flat. Really, there was no good way of explaining that he had shit luck for three decades of his life, and now suddenly everything was better, because he'd been in conference with this weird fucking thing in the middle of the woods.

"I dunno.... I've been hearing a lot of ticking and shit, like someone taped a speaker next to an old clock and stuck it up on some fuckin' tree. You get me?"

She nodded carefully and noted that down.

"There's that, and then there's a kind of voice? I guess it's clear enough to understand among everything else."

"What does the voice sound like?"

"Best way I can put it is... Grating? I'm gonna sound mad for this, but the first couple times I thought it was in my head, cos I could almost feel it when it spoke to me? Real nails-on-a-chalkboard shit. Have you heard that one before?"

"Can't say I have, no... I don't think anyone's ever tried to tell me they could feel the voice as well as hear it."

"Well, you asked for what happened in the woods, and this is pretty much exactly what happened in the woods..." This was a mistake. The idea of being so open was starting to become a little intimidating to him, and his better instincts were starting to shut off in favour of trying to defend himself and the fact that he knew he wasn't crazy. There was no way he was losing his mind, not if other people had reported things in the forest too... If he wasn't alone, then there was something there, and that meant that he was right to have believed it was all real.

"I'm not saying I don't believe you, I'm just saying you're the first to have ever told me... That. Is there anything else? What about what you saw?"

"Oh, that one's easy." Ted relaxed a little again, letting his shoulders dropped. In all of that, he hadn't realised how tense he'd gotten over the idea that he was actually starting to crack. "I saw this huge presence in the trees. I've seen it... Every time. Yeah, you said something about being watched... I know that feeling. It's like, the moment I set foot in there, there's something following my every move. It's kinda fuckin' creepy, if you ask me... Anyway, yeah, this presence. Six— seven feet or more, this enormous... I dunno, goat? Kinda?"

In all of this, the one thing that Ted neglected to think about was what they were actually doing with that infomation. Scientists put research into things, right? That must have been what they were doing with everything he'd told them. He'd become a willing participant in a science experiment that he didn't know the stakes of, and for some reason, that was absolutely fine by him.

He also didn't think about why they wanted to know so much about whatever was going on in the woods. It took him days to figure out that the Weaver had disappeared, but when he did, he really learned the weight of knowing of the existence of the labs under CCRP.

It started in the dead of night, in the most uncomfortable night of sleep he thought he'd ever had. Before that day, he didn't know that dreams couls be painful, or that they came so vividly; he wasn't entirely sure he dreamt in the first place...

He was alone in the middle of a dense grove of trees that he was sure he'd never seen before. The darkness was thick and stifling, and the trees were so dark they were almost black. Silence— suffocating, dead silence— flooded the air, and Ted considered it a wonder that he could even still breathe.

A dull ache started spreading through his head— starting at his temples and blazing across his forehead. He gained the strength to move enough to reach up towards his temples, as if that was going to do anything to satiate the way his skull seemed to be rattling inside his head. As he winced, something seemed to grow within him. Something visceral and knowing and angry. Something he didn't know, but something he felt he recognised.

Meaningless words flashed through his mind in a series of bright sparks and bursts, which didn't really do anything but make his headache worse.

Power.

Darkness.

Betrayal.

Chosen.

He couldn't make sense of it, and the more he tried, the worse it hurt. the trees started to shift, to grow and cage him in. He collapsed to his knees, and then promptly lost all ability to move. As the branches started closing in around him, he started to lose the ability to breathe, too.

As he started to struggle, the branches started to wrap around his head, his neck, binding his arms firmly behind him. He swore he felt something burst through his temples, sharp enough to tear through the wrap of branches and sending a fiery heat pounding through his brain. He screamed. That visceral something tore itself out from his throat and echoed through the trees. He'd never known pain like it, but just at the moment he thought this was the peak of it, the sensation got worse. A sharp branch ripped through the center of his chest— alien-style— and came through the other side dripping in red.

Ted awoke screaming, and forcing himself to take breaths bigger than his panicking mind would allow. His hand shot to his chest, and when he found that there was no gaping wound in his torso, he used it as an excuse to check his heart. Still racing, usurprisingly. He sighed, thankful that he wasn't being torn apart outside of the inescapable aether.

"Teddy?"

A voice. A woman's voice. His gaze snapped over his shoulder, and relief flooded him in an instant. She was still here. He was in his apartment, and he was real, and she was real, too...

"Jenny-"He breathed, as if he didn't want to make himself believe it for fear that she might fall apart in his arms if he let himself believe she was actually there. He tried again, brandishing his relief. "Jenny... Oh my god..."

She hesitated, and then laid a hand on his shoulder. "Teddy, are you okay?"

He could feel the burning in his chest, the residing tension left over in his arms from fighting their binds, and the dull pounding in his head. All of those felt real enough for him to believe that he had actually been in that forest in the middle of nowhere, and that he had witnessed something akin to his own death firsthand. But at the same time, he'd been thrust that violently into the waking world that he was certain that he'd been dreaming. 

"I'm fine, I-" Out of the corner of his eye, he caught something that made him stop in his tracks. there were reddened, twisted marks delved into the skin of his arm, like something had been laced around them way too tight. To really check to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing, he lifted both of his arms to the same level and stared, completely horrified, at the unmistakable twists from the branches in his mind now imprinted onto his flesh. "Shit."

He looked to Jenny. He needed to know that she was seeing this too, that this wasn't just some fraction of nightmare left over in the confines of his mind.

Her brow drew in concern, and with the hand that had just been dislodged from his shoulder through the sudden movement, she traced the indents. "What... Are these?" She whispered, somewhere between horribly concerned and amazed. Those hadn't been there before a few hours ago when they'd fallen asleep, but they almost looked like they'd just happened.

His forearms were covered with those bizzare twists, like something had been tied around his arms way too tight for way too long. Noting she could think of would make those patternsm though, and they looked painful— deep and red and slightly cold to the touch.

"Are they anywhere else?" He asked, once again stricken with panic.

"Anywhere else..." She echoed, scanning his chest and working her way up. She caught sight of more, spreading from his collarbone about half way up his throat. In answer to his question, she nodded slowly, and watched as he frowned.

"Where?"

"Here, on your neck. What happened to you?"

"... Bad dream."

The lines on his neck ran lengthways, as if he'd been strangled with whatever had held his arms in place. It was no wonder he was struggling to breathe... But for all of that to have come from some kind of nightmare? She'd heard of people being injured in dreams before, of course, but never anything about them waking up with those injuries still intact.

The panic had settled in deep, and an instinct that Ted had never before acknowledged came to pass. He suddenly felt the need to confront the woods, the Weaver... Anything that would listen. If this was the start of his bad luck returning, he needed to source it, and he needed to eradicate it before it became too late.  "Listen, Jenny, I-I gotta go."

"Huh?"

"I think I know what that shit is, and I gotta go figure it out. But don't worry, okay? And don't wait up for me... I'll be back before you wake up."

"I don't understand, Teddy..."

"I think it'd be best if you didn't. I promise, babe, I'm fine, and all of this will have blown over by the time you wake up, 'kay? You trust me, don't you?"

"Of course I do."

He nodded, reaching out for her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Trust me on this one, too." He picked up a pair of trousers from the ground and threw them on with the first t-shirt he could find— some faded old band tee he'd had since he was a teenager. On the way out, he grabbed a flashlight from the kitchen, and told himself once again that, yes, he knew exactly what he was doing, and yes, he really was leaving everything real behind in favour of working out the inner darkness of his mind.

His hand ran up the base of his neck, where Jenny had pointed out the other branch marks. They were the same, raised and jagged and terrifyingly close to cutting off his airways. As a precaution, he brushed through his hair and felt around his temples. Much to his relief, there wasn't a trace of blood up there. That was strange; why was it that the branches could be noticed after he'd woken up, but the violent something that had literally tore from his brain had no effect on him?

Instinct took him to the borders of the forest, and he clicked the flashlight into action. The beam flickered, and his breath wavered; he'd frankly never felt less confident in his entire life. But he had to see whether the nightmare foliage existed somewhere in the depths of the Witchwood.

His light bounced off the groves in the trees, and though he didn't entirely realise it, there was a part of him that was looking for the Weaver. Bad luck and the curse of his forefathers came back full force, and he needed to know why. Since talking to the Weaver, he had come to realise that he was the reason his fate had changed.

This was the first time he'd so much as thought about the woods since that interview. How long had it been now? Months? Over a year? He couldn't say he knew for certain...

"Uh, hello? Anyone there?" His voice came out uncertain, wavering slightly more than he'd come to apprecciate. In a time past, he would've heard the clock by now, that incessant ticking filling his ears and drowning out the possibility of other sounds even existing in this space. Today it was all too quiet, and his voice cast an echo, just as it would through any other forest.

The silence was noticeable. This forest seemed to run on clockwork— which was indeed one of the only things keeping him from fully being able to believe that any of this was real— and the constant motion of gears paired with the sturdy timekeeping that had never so much as faltered in all of his time was now just... Gone. Shattered. Leaving nothing in the woods but a thankless abyss. His head turned with the motions of his flashlight beam, looking for a sign of life.

There was nothing in the air but his own breath, and nothing on the ground but the sturdy sound of his footsteps in the dirt. All at once, he remembered the interview he undertook in the basement. How had it taken him so long to realise there was a basement in CCRP? Clearly, there was a good reason they didn't want it known to the rest of the office…

To him, that meant nothing but the fact that they were clearly hiding something. And that told him his next direction. Knowing that there was something potentially shady going on right underneath the broken printer network and the regular weekday get togethers in the break room to discuss the happenings of the week. Away from anything normal, there was that, and he figured it was something to be wary of.

It was some unholy hour by the time he'd trailed the length of the town, looking for his office block in the dark and trying not to make himself look weird by using the flashlight too much. It was just a little breaking and entering, nothing much to it! He knew where the back entrance to the office block was; that was something he'd used to his advantage on many an occasion to take a smoke break where nobody would bother him. The lock was flimsy with age, and nobody tended to go around there even at the best of times, so he found himself ducking into that familiar side alley and heading towards the back entrance. He could still navigate the office from the back, he supposed.

He wandered the length of the lobby, looking for the staircase he'd taken with the scientist before he'd sat down in her office. It had been hidden by a door that he always assumed was a broom cupboard, and thinking about that made it a lot easier. He'd passed that broom cupboard more times than he could count over the years, and he'd always thought how weird a place it was in, and how small it must've been on the inside.

Of course, he was right about that. There was no room either side of the first flight of stairs, just thin, grey walls and those echoing wooden stairs. Guided by the flashlight beam, he led himself down, towards the first sub-floor. That was the one he was familiar with, but it also made the most sense to start there. That scientist had worked on this floor. Her office was here, so whatever experiment or research she was running was likely going to be on this floor.

He looked around cautiously, passing a long row of individual offices on one side of the wall, and large, glass panelled rooms on the other, all labelled and co-ordinated depending on what they did. A-4, frequency limitation testing. A-13, space time continuum research and development. He turned a corner, and all of the A labelled corridors became B labelled corridors. All of the signs were interesting, and he made a mental note of a few of them to look into later. This was incredibly interesting to him, how much could be going on under his feet while he and everyone else who worked the offices had no idea.

Another corner led him to a bunch of rooms under the C label. He had to give it to these freaks, they certainly knew how to organise their shit… Again, all of the doors were labelled with the major experiment taking place within, until he found one that made him stop in his tracks.

C-8.

There was nothing listed for this elusive lab C-8. That, or the label so carefully slipped into the frame of the other doors had simply been discarded somewhere. While there was no indication of what they were doing in there, there was a note on the door, hastily scrawled out in a handwriting that looked like the owner had been in quite a rush.

Do not enter. Experiment conditions extremely unstable.

Ted tried the door. It was stuck tight. With a blind determination he hadn't seen in himself before, he backed up towards the wall on the other side, and made a break for it, trying to barge the door in with his shoulder. The first time, he heard a crack that he couldn't identify as either something from the door or from himself, but no movement on the door.

Again and again, he backed up and slammed as much force as he could muster into the door before the hinges gave out, and he crashed to the ground among the near splintered door, ripped from it's frame. The intensity at which he hit the floor drew a pained cry out of him, then he bit his lip and forced himself into thinking that, although it was some crazy time of the morning, there may well still be someone still on the premises.

He pulled himself to his feet and found the flashlight resting on the door where he'd fell. After a few sturdy taps against the back of his hand, it flickered back into life, and he started to look around, mainly to see what the hell had gone on in this room that was so bad it had to warrant the place being sealed off…

This room didn't really have a lot to show for itself; the place looked like it had been well and truly abandoned. Not in any state of disarray, either. It simply looked like everyone had upped and left at first opportunity. There was even a half finished, positively freezing glass of water festering away on the desk. The bugs had gotten to it, by the looks of things, and Ted decided he didn't want to think about that or the weird smell that hung in the air. Something was deeply off about this whole thing… He felt wrong for being there.

Asides from the faint sound of his own footsteps, the only sound in the entire place seemed to be someone's broken old watch, ticking a few paces forwards then a few paces back. It struggled, it stammered, and Ted briefly wondered why it was so loud.

"SpanKOFFSKI!"

A voice tore through the thick silence, strained, furious, and marred with misuse. At first, he thought it was behind him, so he turned slowly, in order to not give himself away too much. Someone- or some_thing_ knew his name, knew who he was. That was never good on it's own, but when he'd seen nobody else here since he left work the previous night, it sent a deep wave of fear shooting through his body.

His flashlight beam caught it before he did. There was one thing in the room that had been entirely abandoned, and when Ted eventually followed the line of his light, his breath caught in his throat.

"Oh my fucking god-"

To say the least, what he saw before him was a cage. Tall, imposing, and still holding strong despite the thick layers of deep brown rust set into the bars. In the middle of all that, broken and barely recognisable, was the Weaver. Ted knew the shape of the figure immediately, although it had once stood so tall and intimidating in the middle of the woods. There was a glaringly obvious list of things wrong with him, though, from the blood matting his skin, to the sheer amount of raw flesh exposed to the open air, breathing shakily in time with the rising and falling of his torso. The part of him that was nothing more than bone looked withered, the visible half of his skull cracked and malformed.

Ted's flashlight beam darted over the wounds in turn, and the dreading pit in his stomach grew worse with everything he set his sights on. He didn't know what had happened here in the slightest, but as he dared to turn his gaze away for a second, he caught sight of something on the desk that was clearly made to be somewhere else.

C-8. Temporal manipulation.

His eyes went wide, and he reached out to grab the plaque that should've sat on the door. Temporal manipulation… For some reason, that made all too much sense. To him, this being had always been associated with the careful winding of an old pocket watch, and the first swing of a grandfather clock's pendulum, and the very idea of clockwork, so this… This made sense to him. That thing was some kind of master of time. It had dominions over a domain he would never begin to understand, and the fact that he'd seen Jenny again at all was suddenly no coincidence. He had been played right into the hands of something that could control the very idea of time itself.

He didn't know whether that made him lucky or cursed. Right now he didn't care.

Before he could turn his attention back on the being, his eyes shot open, he pulled himself from the ground, and had reached out to pull Ted closer. He stared into manic blue eyes, more resembling that of a goat, and crazed with what looked like centuries of torment. Not his torment, but that of others. Ted saw years and years worth of people who had died and been reborn, lost in the flow of existence and never to be seen again. He had to force himself to look away, but there was nowhere else to look.

The thing seemed to examine the wounds on his neck, then noticed the identical ones lacing his arms. His head jerked one way, then the other. Ted was too focused on keeping the flashlight in hand to do anything about fighting the intense grip pulling him towards the bars of the cage.

Betrayal.

Betrayer.

The words started to make sense. Four fragments of a story started to fit together, to morph from the world of dreams and manifest themselves in a more solid place in his head. That was him. His was the betrayal that had set this into motion. The darkness had set over the woods was because of him. He'd been chosen by this thing, and he'd done nothing but sell it out.

 

But that also meant that the power was in his hands. That he was the one who could fix this.

 

"I know… What I have to do…" He managed, and in an instant, the thing released him, collapsing back against the bars.

 

Without saying a word, he started searching for something that would amend his mistakes. Nobody else so much as came in laboratory C-8 anymore, they wouldn't know if something had happened, or if someone had been brave enough to try and take destiny into their own hands. This wasn't going to be as simple as a key or something he would normally think to use. This place had been abandoned for so long that they had likely taken the last semblances of hope for the Weaver's escape along with them.

Ted settled on the heaviest thing he could muster, and started denting the bars as if he were some kind of master smith, attempting to make light work of molten metal. The layers upon layers of rust settled against the freezing metal made it slightly easier, but Ted could've wished for some kind of assistance, at least. Or for it to be a little less loud. The only thought circulating his brain was that this would work. He knew fate. He had accepted his own, bad as it was. He could live with that. But for once, there was a little confidence in the very concept of destiny... That maybe, he'd be able to change things if he just tried hard enough.

If someone else had been there with him, they hadn't made their presence known, not even as he got down on his knees and started busting the old cage with nothing more than blind determination and a paperweight.

But it was making an impact. The repetitive clanging against his ears, for one, but it did seem that he was actually making progress.

He didn't know how long he was at it, but eventually it was long enough to be able to bend back the bar and fully dislodge it. The other ones came easier after that, and eventually— violent ringing in his ears be damned— he had a gap large enough that the Weaver could escape through.

"Go-!" Ted panted, shaking out his hand and letting the paperweight clatter to the ground. "Get the fuck outta here!"

#starkid #ted spankoffski #tnoy karaxis #void offering #star mail #nova's tags → #we are trapping eldritch gods tonight! all bets are off! #when i thought up the concept for this i was having a blast #i have no idea how to tag this. hold on #tw death mention #tw exhibitionism #tw death threats #tw blood #tw injury #this might be dead dove territory....

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Chapter 6: Domino 🖤: Hyunjin x Reader 🖊️: approx 3K 🚨: Warnings have spoilers due to the nature of the chapter: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT!! strong language, GRAPHIC VIOLENCE, HEAVY mentions blood, character death, trauma/panic attacks, implied torture. Kierra is insane, Felix is a doctor, normal gang shit, mentions that Minho and Jeongin are 'statement' killers. A/N: this one is HEAVY. PLEASE PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS. IT IS A LOT.

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When Kierra walked past Seungmin’s room to see where he and Hyunjin were, she didn’t expect to hear the conversation happening within the room. 

 “And if you happen to have more thoughts of… Domino, then you can always come to me. You know I’m always here for you.” Seungmin’s voice was soft as he spoke to Hyunjin. Kierra would have walked away and let them talk privately if not for the name that sent chills down her spine. The name of a person she wanted so badly to erase. Domino. Hurriedly, she made her way from the hallway, grabbing at her sister and pulling her aside from the rest of the group. 

“They’re talking about her,” Kierra whispers, 

“Why.” Akira questions, her eyes narrowed as she thinks of the possible reasons, “Hyunjin wouldn’t plot. Neither would Seungmin, so why are they bringing her up.” Kierra lets go of her sister's arm, considering Hyunjin had done so well at not letting the name slip past his lips- she had no real reason to wonder why he was bringing her up now other than her own mistake of getting upset with him and reminding him of the past. 

Kierra felt guilty for bringing her up. She knew better than anyone that the rule was not to speak about past members. She herself had created the rule in an attempt to help him process and move on. The relationship between Kierra and Hyunjin certainly made things complicated between them, and though they occasionally fight neither one had ever brought up something like this to intentionally hurt the other. Ever. Not that Kierra did it to hurt him, but she did use it as a reminder as to why he had been taken off recruitment, as well as her team. 

Hyunjin worked hard to be on Kierra’s team. Though all of N/S was close, Kierra’s team has its own bond, its own sense of family aside from N/S and the same could be said of Akira’s team. 

“I don’t know but I don’t like it,” Kierra says coldly. Akira recognizes the look on her sister's face. Cold, dead, and ready to kill. The same look she had two years ago when she had burst through her office door with information that would ultimately change the dynamic of N/S. 

“Calm down and breathe,” Akira says calmly, as she looks at her panicked sister “You know you’re gonna have to tell him at some point right?” Kierra remains motionless, staring at an empty spot on the wall behind Akira. Kierra nods slightly, it would be her task in the end. One she had avoided for the past two years, and had hoped to avoid for as long as she possibly could.

Telling Hyunjin the entire story of what had happened with Domino wasn’t going to be easy. Too many people had a part to play in it, and Kierra was right at the center of it. Akira had known she'd help clean up the mess that was left, and she’d end up planning the cover-up; but when you looked right down into it, Kierra had made the call to end Domino’s life. 

Two Years, Four Months, and Three Days Ago: 

“We need to talk,” Kierra said blandly as she placed her hands on the desk, looking down towards Akira who sat working on her computer. 

“What about?” Akira asks, knitting her brows together but not pulling her focus from the work in front of her.

“Domino,” Kierra says pointedly. Akira finally looks at her sister, slumping back in her chair rightfully intrigued. 

“Continue on Ki, don’t keep me in the dark.” Akira motions for her sister to proceed. She wonders if this has anything to do with some type of jealousy or possibly just not liking her. It wouldn’t be completely out of the question. She knew her sister well, and Kierra was not one to share her favorites with anyone. She had watched as Kierra had gotten more and more annoyed with Domino, in the months since she had begun dating Hyunjin. So sure, maybe Kierra was a jealous person and simply needed to complain about the girl to relieve some stress.  

“She’s Joong’s sister.” Kierra sighs, as Akira begins to sit up in her chair more. Her earlier indifferent deposition was now replaced with a hint of panic,  “Which wouldn’t be such an issue if she wasn’t a fucking liar.” The two sisters glared at each other, neither one of them were a big fan of liars. On more than one occasion, it was known that bodies would drop if they found out you were lying to them. 

“What.” Akira now sat perfectly straight in her chair, “What lies other than her association with Hongjoong has she told?” Akira tightened her fist on her desk, her nails digging into the skin. It was rare that Akira got this mad, but knowing that someone they have trusted over the past few months was lying straight to their faces was something she would not take kindly. 

“She’s connected to a 7 PM member it seems.” Kierra sighs, placing down a blurry photo of their member hanging around a masked man. “Seungmin and I haven’t figured out who, but it looks like the shit that's been going missing - our plans getting leaked and our fucking track getting raided - is all connected and so far leading back to her.” Akira cracks her knuckles as her fist tightens harder, her brows knitting together harshly as she looks down at the photos, anger boiling in her chest. 

“What do you want to do about this Ki?” Akira questions, knowing that she alone would not be able to do anything about it. Sure Akira’s team could track down every bit of information on Domino and who she was connected to, but it was Kierra’s team who would have to do the interrogation, and if it came down to it- worse. 

“I want fucking answers Aki,” Kierra paces about the office, her mind a whirlwind of emotions and panic. They had trusted Domino, they had let her into their family. They had considered her family, fed, clothed, and protected her. Kierra had even given her the ultimate gift. Trusting her, with Hyunjin’s heart. A trust she would not easily give to anyone, ever again.  “I want to show her there’s nothing you can fucking hide from us.” Kierra’s eyes are dark, cold, and sinister, a look that Akira has only seen a handful of times in their life together. Akira knew exactly what her sister wanted. 

“You want to set the dogs on her.” Akira sighs, she doesn’t know when her sister became so violent. She was never quick to jump to extremes, and almost always tried to avoid the violent route unless absolutely necessary but something about the situation set Kierra off to another level, a level that was usually only reserved when Akira was the one in danger, not a boy. Not Hyunjin. “You know I can’t nor need to give you permission.” 

“I know.” Kierra deadpans, her gaze set on the photos laying on the desk in front of the two sisters. She has nothing but death in her eyes.  “I need you to do something else.” 

“Do tell.” Akira sighs as she sits back in her chair as the two talk over Kierra’s plan.

Two Years, and One Month Ago:

“Kierra?” Domino groans, as Kierra lightly pulls her out of bed “Kierra where are we going?” Kierra rolls her eyes at Domino’s sickly sweet voice, the innocent act already irking her beyond belief.

“We’re gonna get raided, gotta get out now,” Kierra whispers as she pulls Domino down the stairs, through the basement-level garage and toward a door Domino had never seen down there before.

“We’re not going through the garage?” Domino asks, still discombobulated from just waking up. “Where's Hyune?” Domino asks as she looks around and sees no one else around. Had they all left already? She thinks to herself. Kierra grips her wrist tighter as she leads Domino down the corridor. 

“No Domi, it’s safer this way, come. Hyunnie’s gathering anything we might need, he’s fine.” They quickly walk down the corridor and enter a white walled cellar type room. As they enter Domino notices Minho and Jeongin are waiting in the room. There was no other door for escape.

“What’s this?” Domino questions as the door slams shut. “Kierra..?” Domino looks frightened in front of Kierra. 

“Cuff her.” Kierra demands coldly. “Call for my sister.” Minho moves to restrain Domino as Jeongin pulls out his phone to call for Akira. Domino is frantic in trying to get out of Minho’s hold, she knows that she will most likely not be leaving this place alive, she knows that with Minho and Jeongin here she is to be met with unspeakable pain and suffering. The only thing she can do now is try to save herself, play innocent. Try to get them to let her go or to end the suffering quicker. By any means necessary. 

Hours had passed.

Hours that truly felt like days. Jeongin stood in a corner speaking to Kierra, while Minho circled Domino and Felix who was inspecting her now healing wounds. 

“You guys are sick for this.” Felix sighed, as he stitched up her newest wound, “Since when do we treat our own like this?” 

“She’s not one of us.” Akira says as she waltzes into the room, holding papers which she tosses to Felix who scrambles to pick them up “Traitor.” She spits in Domino’s face. Felix looks through the documents page by page, and as he goes through them the horror on his face only intensifies. “Get out Lixie. Our place is not here.” Felix stands immediately upon Akira’s orders, looking at Domino with saddened eyes, and with a slight shake of his head he lets out a breath. He was disappointed, he felt betrayed, and yet all he could think about was how Hyunjin would react to it all. Kierra grabs the papers from Akira before she leaves the room. As she reads them she begins to laugh, the amount of overwhelming information her sister was able to find was truly astonishing. 

“Tell me something Domi,” Kierra sighs as she walks up to her with a pair of pliers in her hands. She has this wicked look in her eyes that Domino can’t really decipher. She’s not sure if Kierra is going to use the pliers to pull her fingernails out, cut something off, or bludgeon her to death. She has lost it. “Do you or have you ever cared about Hyunnie?” Domino can’t help but scoff at the question. 

“Is that what this is all about Kierra? I thought you got over i-” Kierra punches her straight in the stomach, causing Domino to cough. Domino laughs a bit once she's done coughing. “You’re not getting shit from me.” Domino coughs. “Fuck you Kierra.” Domino is having a hard time keeping herself conscious. With all the torture that she’s been going through, the bleeding, being patched up, and then bleeding again, she doesn’t know how much longer she can really hold on. So what’s the use in playing nice anymore? “Are you upset that I stole your lap dog from you? That he fell in love with me and not you? Pathetic. He was easy to manipulate, you should know that best.” Kierra instantly sours at that statement. 

“I know better than to use the people I consider family.” Kierra says calmly as she tosses the papers in front of Domino’s feet. Kierra’s blood was boiling, Hyunjin loves Domino and all she could say was how easily manipulated he was. Hyunjin gave her everything, treated her like the world was hers and she used him. This, good for nothing rat had used her Hyunnie? Her best friend? Her fucking soulmate?

“Bullshit,” Domino seethes, spitting out more blood. “You and your crazy ass sister use people all the fucking time, just look at your guard dogs, sitting patiently waiting on your beck and call like your god’s fucking gifts. How are you any different from me?” 

“Been here a year, and you learned nothing of what it means to be N/S crew.” Kierra sighs. She knows that Domino would not be giving up any information. Kierra's mind was plagued with doubt, was she wrong? She couldn’t be. The information they’d found was enough to keep her locked down in the cellar until she rotted. 

“Been here long enough to notice every flaw in N/S,” Domino spat. “How your crazy fucking sister keeps watch over Pacemaker like he’s some fragile little thing, how you are so desperate for Hyune’s attention you barely notice the other fucking dog you have waiting for you to give him the light of day. Isn’t that right, Minho?” Minho’s eyes widen at the comment as he frantically looks between Kierra and Domino. 

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Minho growls as his fist tightens around the hammer in his hand before he quickly composes himself when he feels Kierra’s eyes on him. Domino throws her head back and laughs. 

“Scared your master will push you further away if she finds out about your little crush cat boy?” Domino teases from her seat as more blood pools out from her mouth. Kierra has had enough of her shit and whacks Domino across the face with the pliers she still holds in her hands. 

“Don’t speak to him like that you fucking traitor.” 

“Kill me, just fucking kill me. Anything would be better than watching cat-boy over there pine after someone who clearly wants someone else.” Domino laughs. “I’d rather be dead than have to go back up and suck up to your little fucking lap dog again.” 

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing here, love, but it’s not gonna be that easy.” 

“No?” Domino questions with a smirk on her face. “Fine then, want some information? Here, have it.” Domino looks down, laughs a bit, and slowly looks back up, eyes trained on Kierra. “Hyunjin is useless, and better off dead. I should have killed him ages ago.” Something in Kierra snaps, she turns around and grabs the hammer from Minho’s hand and whisks around back to Domino. Kierra sees red, no one, NO ONE, talks about Hyunjin like that, not when she’s worked so hard to protect him all this time. She swings the hammer towards Domino's head, her screams muffled by the rage that is buzzing in Kierra’s ears, all she could hear was ringing, and the sound of her own heart beating. The first hit splatters her blood across Kierra’s face but it's not enough. She needs Domino to feel the anger that she’s caused. Kierra swings the hammer down again, and again, and again. She can hear the cracking of bone with each swing, the wet and squishy sounds of flesh and muscle being beaten down. The blood splattering across her clothes, her face, her hands, but she doesn’t care. She didn't even realize she was screaming until she heard someone else's voice shouting at her. 

“KITTEN! CALM DOWN, KIERRA PLEASE, STOP.” Minho reaches for Kierra's arm before she swings another blow. Minho has seen violence, he and Jeongin were known for their brutal killings. As their bosses would put it, they made statements with the murders they’d committed. Minho has never seen Kierra lose her temper this badly before. Minho pulls at Kierra’s arm as Jeongin attempts to help pull her off Domino’s mutilated and unrecognizable body. Kierra finally comes back to her senses and drops the hammer when she sees the scene in front of her. She stumbles back into Minho and Jeongin. Kierra’s killed people before, that’s part of her job. But she’s never killed like this. Never killed in such a rage-infused fury, this was personal. But what had she done? She was supposed to let Minho and Jeongin finish her off. She was never supposed to get her hands dirty on this one. She wasn’t supposed to for her  Hyunnie… Hyunnie. Oh dear god.

“What have I done.” Kierra’s breathing gets heavy as she comes to the realization that she just killed her best friend, no, her soulmate’s girlfriend. She can’t breathe. What will Hyunnie think of her when he finds out?

Minho is the first to notice that Kierra is about to spiral out of control. He sits her down on the ground and turns her away from what's left of Domino’s body. “Kitten, baby, look at me.” Kierra’s still spacing out, her mind reeling at the ‘what if’s’. “KIERRA! LOOK AT ME!” Minho yells and that finally gets her attention. He strokes the side of her head and holds her face between his palms. “Breathe with me, kitten, breathe with me.” He breathes in slowly and back out just as slow, Kierra mirroring him. “That’s it, nice and slow. Again.” After a few deep breaths, Kierra’s breathing has finally slowed. Minho looks to Jeongin who is just dumbfounded by the scene in front of him, unsure of how to proceed. “Call Akira, now.” Jeongin nods before he pulls out his phone, dialing Akira’s number. Their conversation is muffled in Kierra’s ears, she’s only focused on Minho's hands on her cheeks, his soft brown eyes staring into hers. “You’re ok, kitten, you’re ok.”

“Get her out of here.” Akira demands, as she walks into the room, Felix and Seungmin follow close behind her. Minho picks Kierra up, and guides her out of the room, heading towards the gym showers to clean the blood off of her before they head back upstairs. Akira looks at the body and then at Jeongin. Fuck. “When you said she killed her, you didn’t fucking mention she took her fucking head off Jeongin what the fuck?” 

“Didn’t really think it was something to say over the phone to be honest.” He shrugs.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Akira sighs, “Call Binnie. We’re gonna need a car. Maybe two.” Akira says as she turns to Seungmin. “Felix, can you handle this amount of blood or should I call someone else?” 

“I’m pretty good with getting rid of bodily fluids and all but the chunks over there… now I don’t even know what that is but by the looks of it I’m gonna need a few sets of hands to help me.” 

“You have Jeongin at your disposal, and Binnie when he gets his ass down here. I don’t want anyone else’s hands in this.” Akira sighs as she looks over Domino's mutilated corpse.

“What about the body, Akira?” Seungmin questions.

“Leave that to me. I’ll let Binnie know what to do with it after.” Akira taps Jeongin on the shoulder, giving him a sad smile before she walks out the door. 

Present day

“Kitten?” Minho smiles, as Kierra shakes out of the memory. “Are you alright, beautiful?” Kierra nods lightly at him. Her person. The one to constantly keep her grounded. The one that will have to pull her out when she inevitably breaks after telling Hyunjin what actually happened. A story, she would hold out on telling him for just a bit longer. She couldn’t do it yet. Neither Hyunjin, nor Kierra were mentally ready to have that talk yet. 

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[sea-owl]

recently I've been thinking about the haruno clan being a powerful civilian clan and not a lot of people realize because they're busy with the shinobi shit and all that. sakura thinks they know, so she doesn't tell them, and then on a mission one day she gets found out somehow and team 7 loses their shit.

maybe cause of a proposal, or something? cause I imagine a merchant clan would be a good investment lol. she gets proposed to and they all go batshit lol

I also think it could be interesting considering she's tsunades apprentice, yknow?

You know what would be hilarious, if this happened during the genin days.

I imagine the Harunos probably traded in something related to plants, possibly teas or maybe even some plant based medicine. That's why Sakura chose medic nin later on because it was something she was familiar with. They were traveling merchants for a long time, probably in the last few generations they decided to settle down in different areas to have a more permeant base. Kizashi moved to Konoha himself from the Sand Village to help expand business. (I am always in the belief that at least one of Sakura's parents is from the Sand) Sakura really doesn't say anything because she thought they knew, yeah her parents live pretty humble, that has to do with the fact her family is so used to moving a lot it was better to travel light. It's not like she was hiding it.

Then one day they got a mission that just so happened to be in the town where one of Sakura's extended family member lived. Weirdly enough team 7 were requested specially. Kakashi knew that some members of a powerful merchant clan lived in that town but he didn't know the clan's name. Sakura was going to tell them it was her family but she thought it be funny to surprise them, after all they never bothered asking the merchant's daughter who the powerful merchant family might be.

They meet with the client and Sakura was immediately weirded out.

It started out normal enough. The client, Lord Inoue, had introduced himself and had said he hired them to help out during the negotiations with the merchant clan. They had planned to arrange a marriage between themselves and the merchants. Of course team 7 agreed so the village can get paid and they can get that bag.

Then things started getting weird.

Lord Inoue called in his son, Daichi, who looked to be fivish years older than the genin. Daichi got down on one knee in front of Sakura.

Several people proceed to lose their shit, including a member of the merchant family who was visiting to hear more about the negotiations from Lord Inoue. This being Sakura's pink haired aunt, Nadeshiko.

Aunt Nadeshiko proceeds to lose her temper and yanks her niece back. "Who the hell do you think you are trying to go behind our backs and propose to my niece without her father or me present! You broke lord! I will be taking my niece and if you have any hope for these negotiations to work you better pray for good fortune!"

Lord Inoue, trying to gain some control, sputters that he has the shinobi under contract and they can not go with her.

Without hesitation Nadeshiko turns to Kakashi, her hands already reaching for her purse. "How much do you need for me to buy out the contract?"

Kakashi is so fucking confused by this point that Sakura has to give the number.

Nadeshiko rolls her eyes. "That number is insulting. We will pay triple. Here is half." She proceeds to toss her purse at Kakashi and then walk out the door with Sakura in hand. The boys scramble after.

While walking out the boys see the matching Haruno circles on Sakura's and Nadeshiko's backs.

"Well," Kakashi said as he put the money away. "We know the merchant clan's name now."

#here I go again #of course we gotta make it chaotic #there's no other way #nadeshiko is throughly insulted #her niece can do better than some broke lord's son #hell either of her teammates would be a hundred times better #at least they're making money #at least they have a job #naruto #haruno clan things #sakura haruno #haruno sakura #haruno clan

[empressofthesunwriter]

Isekai'd as Chloe

You were watching Miraculous Ladybug on your phone as your bus got hit by a truck. You died, it sucks. But a godly being gives you the chance to start anew in a brand new world. Sadly it's Miraculous, with all the plotholes, and flat characters, and don't forget worshipped while being a sexual abuser Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir. Could your day get any worse? You shouldn't have asked because you were reborn as Chloe and forgot who Papillion was. Someone wanted to see you suffer, that was sure! But you wouldn't give them the satisfaction. It was time to throw canon out of the window and make Miraculous a better show or in your case world!

Main Pairing: Reader/Luka Couffaine/Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Chapter 11: Let’s start this!

Careful you looked left and right, then stepped out of the hotel.

You fixed your wig, which had your real hair color, and the shades on your nose. You were wearing the most unassuming clothes you owned.

Being sure no one was taking note of you, you made your way over to Marinette’s bakery, while you checked again your chat with Luka.

There is something I need your help with.

Luka: Anything for you, what is it [Y/N]?

It’s better if I tell you face to face…also I need you to meet someone special to me. She is part of the favor I need from you.

Luka: Sounds mysterious, but I’m okay with it. It is always nice to meet new friends.

You are a sweetheart <3. Tomorrow after school sounds good for you?

Luka: Sure, I will wait for you and your friend &lt;3

You screeched a bit, because of the kiss emoji Luka sent back, but then you remember he actually kissed your forehead once and proceed to just blush.

After Master Fu and you told anything Marinette, today was time to get Team Miraculous rolling.

You three had talked and planned till dinner time and you must say you were pretty happy with your candidates for the fox, bee, and turtle.

Zoe would arrive in the next few days since you both begged your parents that she came here to live with you and the mayor. She would get the fox since you had someone else planned for the bee.

Kagami was harder to reach out to, but sending the right rumors to Tomoe Tsurugi’s direction helped to get her interested. She wanted that her daughter to be taught by Monsier D'Argencourt and with Adrien gone there was sooner a place free in the fencing team. You expected that the Tsurugi family would arrive at least the next week when Kagami should become the bee.

Last but the first to join the team was Luka himself. No one could make a better turtle than him.

That’s why you told Marinette you both should visit Luka, so she got to know him and then make him a member of Team Miraculous. Also, and secretly, you wanted to play Aphrodite between them.

You loved Luka.

You loved Marinette.

But you loved both of them together.

You needed to get Lukanette rolling.

And then if you were still lucky you could squeeze in.

But the most important part was to catch Papillion and Mayura before they really get started.

Now why did you wear a disguise? Marinette and you agreed that she and "Chloe" couldn’t become friends overnight. It would be suspicious and no eyes should be directed at you both.

You both needed to fly under the radar, so to say.

So you dressed up, this way you could be together with Marinette without raising questions.

Nothing could go wrong.

You had one shot to end this stupid show in one go, you didn’t want to take any risk. Better ultra save than sorry.

When you reached Marinette Backery, she was already outside waiting for you.

You both greeted each other and you had to fight off a blush and a blissful sign at her soft, yet strong hug.

Marinette was so sweet and strong in one.

You could eat her up.

Taking each other arms you made your way over to the Couffaine houseboat.

“I’m still shocked about the fact, that Juleka has a twin.”, told you Marinette. “You sure Luka will be good as a turtle if he was designed to be the snake?”

You nodded.

“Both are more passive Miraculous and you need to think. Luka would be a good Ladybug too, I bet with ya. If we have to switch someday for an unexpected reason.”

“You are really hard on to not let the Zodiacs out. Is it really because you don’t want that Papillion knows that we have them or is there more?”, she wondered.

“Some are so stupidly overpowered that they make Creation and Destruction look stupid. Like the Rabbit Miraculous, we need to get from Alix. Time Traveling? Yeah, not touching it with a ten-meter pole, my presence changed already a lot of what was canon, I’m not risking what we achieved for some time traveling.”

“You are scarred of the Butterfly Effect, the Chaos Theory.”, guessed Marinette right.

“Every action has a reaction and I want positive ones not like what we had with Chat Blanc. If he hadn’t thought with his dick, the fight with him would have been brutal.”

Soon you reached the houseboat and could already see Luka waiting for you on the gangplank.

You noted how he looked interested in your wig, till his eyes found Marinette. He probably heard already her heart song and was captivated by it.

Marinette seemed also curious about Luka, giving him a shy smile.

So cute.

“[Y/N], it’s nice to see you again.”, he greeted you and open his arms for you.

You let go of Marinette’s arm to give him a big hug. Aww, nothing better in been in the arms of your loved one.

“I like this new hairstyle of yours.”, the boy confessed. “It suits you more.”

“It’s a wig, but I’m going to dye it soon this way.”

After you ended your hug you waved Marinette over and presented them both to each other.

Like in the old canon, you saw how both connected to each other. Yes, this was good.

Since Luka was home alone you three sat down in the longue room of the houseboat, not to worry about anyone overhearing what you needed to tell Luka.

So with Marinette, you explained to Luka what was going on. You give it to him. He just listens and never interrupts you both.

You would say he took it pretty well that you were another soul in Chloe’s body since he only said: “That explains why your body doesn’t reflect your heartsong. I was really wondering why it was like that.”

That out of the way it was time for the Miraculous-related stuff. Luka was of course surprised and even a bit shocked to have Ladybug and Calamity in his home, but after a few seconds, he accepted it.

You wished you could be this chill like him.

When you told him he was chosen to be a superhero he was even more surprised nonetheless he promised to help you and Marinette in any way possible.

So you had your turtle.

Only Luka wonder how he should avoid akumasetion and Papillion finding out from him who Ladybug and Calamity were.

At this Marinette and you grinned and handed him a green ladybug-themed lucky charm.

You admin.

You totally cheated.

You told Marinette and Fu yesterday that Marinette would in season 4 find a way to make Anti-Akuma-Charms. You explained to her how she did it and she recreated it with one go.

That girl was so talented.

She also added a new function to it, besides chasing off Akumas, if somehow the person was akumatiz the charm would block them from telling Papillion any Miraculous-related secrets.

She was so smart.

You fell in love with her a bit more.

Marinette had made for Fu, yourself, her, and your future team members one. She wanted to make more for each person in Paris, but you told her that was too high risk. You needed that Papillion still akumatiz people, so Hero’s Day could happen or till you had enough evidence that Gabriel Agreste was really Papillion and you could start swinging at him.

Anyway, you gave Luka the Turtle Miraculous and told him he should only join the fight when he thought you both needed his help. Then you gave him the address to an old warehouse, which belong to the Bourgeois, which your team would use as a secret hideout and training center.

Nothing was thought about.

Wazyy seemed to like Luka and while the three Kwami relaxed with each other, you three humans talked more.

With happiness you noted how Marinette started to feel comfortable around Luka, then as he picked up his guitar and played her heartsong, you were sure she had at least a tiny crush on him.

Perfect.

Then he played your heartsong, which turned you into a tomato, while both of them giggled at you.

If any afternoon could be like this, you could die happy.

The next morning you were jumping around nervous at one of the airports in Paris.

Zoe would arrive soon!

Since Adrien left a place in the classroom, your half-sister would join you in Monsieur Bernard’s class.

Your dad, the mayor, was with you and patted your head.

“I’m glad you and Zoe are so close now.”, he told you.

You grinned up at him.

“She is important to me. I love her.”

“Ah, my little princess it fills my heart with joy seeing you like this.”

Finally, Zoe’s plane arrived and after waiting that her to get her lunge, she stepped out to you two.

You shrieked, she shrieked back and you hugged each other tightly.

“Zoe!”

“Chloe!”

“It’s so good to see you!”

“I can’t believe you actually hug me!”

“You better believe it! I gonna hug the shit out of you!”

Now you both jumped around like crazy kangaroos, totally ignoring the looks of everybody around you.

The mayor laughed and hugged you both to himself.

“It’s good to have you with us Zoe.”

“I appreciate that you take me in Monsier Bourgeoise.”

“Please you can call me dad if you want.”

Zoe and you took each other arms, while she shyly smiled up at him.

“Okay..dad.”

You squeezed her arm and gave her cheek a kiss.

It was really nice having a sister.

With that, you three made your way back to the hotel, so Zoe could sleep off her Jetlag and you could get ready for school.

If you were right, today’s Akuma would be Darkblade, since yesterday evening your father was voted for the fourth time as mayor of Paris.

You didn’t really know how to prevent that Akuma, so Ladybug and you had work to do today.

Also, the Class Representative would be voted on today.

You had no desire to be it and you told Marinette that she had become it in the canon timeline, but it meant a lot of stress, so you told her to think about if she wanted to do it.

So you just walked into school, preparing yourself mentally for Darkblade, while Monsieur Bernard asked who wanted to take this job.

Since you didn’t threaten anyone like Chloe did a lot of your classmates raised their hands for the position, even if they gave weirded-out looks that you didn’t want to be it.

You told Sabrina earlier that you had enough of the job and she had accepted it. She was confused, but she accepted your decision.

Tomorrow all candidates should hold a speech and then you would vote. So just like in canon.

After the school day, you returned to the hotel, just waiting outside of your balcony for Darkblades army.

When you saw the knights it was time to transform and kick some knight’s ass.

Ladybug, in her new and improved suit, joined after a few minutes, and you two easily defeated Darkblade and his army.

Another Akuma crossed off the list.

Satisfied you returned back home and enjoyed the rest of the evening with Zoe.

Marinette and you decide to give her the talk after a few days. Zoe should first get settled in Paris.

Tomorrow came soon.

You had to hide your laugh at the looks of the whole school as they saw you and Zoe walking arm in arm-into the building.

You present Zoe to Sabrina and they both hit it off well. After your sister got anything from the secretary that she needed, you three walked into the classroom.

Monsieur Bernard let Zoe talk about herself and you swerve all your classmates, besides Sabrina and Marinette, were so shocked at her that she was your halfsister.

This would be probably the gossip for weeks to come.

Then finally it was time to vote for the Class Representative.

Rose won and made Juleka her deputy.

Well, this would be surely interesting.

Sneaky you glanced up at Marinette and she winked at you.

Yep, non of you two needed any more stress.

How things were going was the best.

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911 Spoilers Season 2: You’ve been warned. 😅

Episode 5-7

Episode 5:

This is a mostly Maddie and Hen episode. But there are two moments we get to see Buck and Eddie together. Once in the beginning where they are just standing together, looking adorable. And at the end when they are saving that dispatcher who hangs up on callers.

Episode 6:

• Eddie and Chim helping Maddie move.

• Buck and Eddie moving the couch in together.

• When Maddie says, “He’s so cute.”, Buck assumes she meant Eddie. He then proceeds to state, “He gets that all the time, you should see his kid.” Buck is really confused when he realizes she meant Chim.

I love Maddie in this scene. She knows her brother has a thing for Eddie. The interaction was everything.

• We meet Taylor Kelly 🙃

• Eddie stopping the helicopter.

• Buck Flirting w/Taylor. Very awkward interaction.

• Eddie interrupting Bucks awkward flirting to ask Taylor how she’s doing/feeling (subconsciously jealous)

Taylor Kelly as a character definitely brings an interesting dynamic to the season/ the show as a whole. She’s not my favorite love interest, but she has a story and I personally wouldn’t hate her being endgame (debatable but at one point I did think she was end game and I prepared myself for that). Her early interactions with the team and Eddies almost dislike/sassiness towards her is funny as hell.

• Buck sharing facts about eating competitions to Eddie.

• Buck and Eddie standing close together during muscle beach rescue.

• Eddie being sassy and escorting Taylor away from victim.

• Bobby not liking Taylor.

You can really see how casually close Buck and Eddie are. And I’ll never get enough of sassy Eddie. Let’s just say how spot on Bobby is for not liking Taylor.

• Buck, Eddie, and Hen unknowingly eating edibles and taunting Chim for missing out.

• Buck and Eddie unknowingly being high and talking about pollen.

• High Eddie is the most amazing thing to exist.

•Buck and Eddie sitting together to watch Taylor Kelly's Segment.

• Buck thinking Taylor left out the LSD story because she likes him. Bobby possibly knowing their lawyers actually played a role in that.

• Taylor telling Buck that it was the lawyers.

• The start of Buck pursuing Taylor. And the complicated start to their relationship.

Episode 7:

• Eddie and Buck scaling a cliff for a rescue. Eddie looking at Buck with adoring eyes.

I’m likely being delusional.

• Eddie making fun of Buck's ghost theory.

• This is the episode we learn Eddie is still married.

• Maddie trying to push Buck into realize he's holding on to hope for too long in regards to Abby.

• Eddie hooksup with his wife. Make-out implying a lot. They are a family again?

• Buck asking for Carla’s opinion on Abby. Losing hope on that relationship.

• Buck leaves Abby’s apartment finally.

This particular episode is more so regarding Eddie and Buck’s individual journeys navigating love. This episode is not about them getting together, but understanding what is holding them back in terms of a healthy relationship. I would not want them to pursue each other in this moment, it would have been to Buddies detriment if they did.

#buddie #911 abc #eddie diaz #evan buck buckely #buck x eddie #911 spoilers #911 rewatch #911 fandom #911 show #911 on abc

[mylittlerwde]

Nitpick November

Underutilized family & civilians Day 9

This will contain mild spoilers for Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood & Mha. Avatar the last Airbender gets mentioned, but I don't really go into it. This is a long one. I am very proud of myself for it.

We are told in the early volumes that Jaune has 7 sisters, and we have only met 1 of his sisters. This was a waste of opportunity. We don't really have firm civilian characters that we actually know. All of them are one-time meetings, and utterly racist to the point you can't even feel sad when they die. 

When Ironwood in vol 8 tries to leave Mantel or later blows it up the show makes it such a big deal. Our heroes are always telling us it’s wrong to abandon them only to have every scene be them drinking tea while Civilians are dying or having them complain about saving them the moment they begin. And then when they die due to our heroes' failure we are told it's fine and they didn't matter only for the show to ask us to care about them again.

I'm not saying they need to do something big, but I think of shows like Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood, Mha, ATLA, and Genshin for example. The civilian characters aren't a big focus in the shows or game, but they're memorable.

They give life to the show and make you care about them. They also come back for big moments, showing how the characters influence change them. In doing so, cause them to help change/assist others civilians and/or help the main character when they are in need.

Fullmetal Alchemist does this best as I always think about Rosé Thomas. She is changed by the brothers. She then becomes the lead help in rebuilding her home. 

We have Winry parents who help the Ishvalan citizens and save Scar– who brought change in Ed and Al– which in turn caused him to change through meeting Winry + Miles, a fellow Ishval. Plus, his connection with his people is why we understand his actions. By the end, he works to bring Amestris and Ishval together.

Then we have Mei leaving with Envy, and the people of Youswell offering her supplies for her journey home shows again why we should care about the people. We have the town of Rush Valley that teaches Winry better ways to make her automail and has Ed and AL view on life reinforce.

We have Mustang group, Ishvalan, and the people of Briggs. Who gives their lives to fight in the final battle. We have old Greed group that lets us know about complete Chimera and humanize him for us when he joins the team.

That's just naming a few. I could go on, but all that matters is that they matter. We are shown why they matter. The show wouldn't work without them.

In Mha Midoriya helps Koda, who helps him in his darkest time. The Ordinary Woman that Midoriya helped by putting an umbrella over head who then also helped him and the man we met at the very beginning who told Midoriya he could achieve his dream and also help him by convincing the people to accept them into the school.

Then we have the kids that Todoroki and Bakugou reach the hearts of. While they aren't capable of helping in the big battle, they remind the audience of the impact they made and why we side with the class 1a.

We also have the two female news reporters who came back for the final battle. We have the Woman Moko Tamashi, who All Might saved, cleaning his statue, giving him hope during/still ongoing darkest time. This is not even going over the class 1a family or even the characters from the movies that came back to.

Of course, the civilians aren't perfect. Something Rw//by tries to do but fails. We see the negative impact they give the villains, explaining why society needs to change.

For instance the civilians not helping Tenko during his time of need, causing him to be taken by All for One, who proceeds to abuse and groom him. Or Toga, whose parents represent how society is unwilling to be kind to those different and try to force them to conform to their views. Plus, the Quirk counseling spreads that harm. Twice while I can't remember the moment it has to do with the way the cops talk about him.

Dabi, I'm going to need to see the end before I give my thoughts. His issue is more family oriented, but they do have a moment with him bringing up his classmates' talks about being a hero. And then there is the reaction to learning about endeavor abuse. They are written to be more against him (which makes sense when you are considering where the story is taking place. It is seen as wrong to disturb the peace.) than endeavor, so I'll need to see how it ends before giving my opinion.

Unlike in Rw//by, we are just told of the impact of the huntsman but never shown it. Mainly by Hazel to justify why he works for Salem and why Ozpin is bad. We never really see the harm with Huntsman society made. We don't have a moment where any character has to come to terms with how hazel puts it seduced by tales of heroism. We get nothing of Hazel sister, nothing of the children who died in Oz cause against Salem. The closes is Summer but even then she a nothing character only now being giving screen time.

At the end of the day MHA wouldn't work without them. The civilians are needed to bring life to the world. They show you the impact that hero society has on the people. And by making the civilian matter when MHA began to focus on countless unnamed character we never met we feel the impact because it put in the effort to make them matter.

And everyone has talked about Atla. So I don’t think I need to go over it and I don’t know enough about Genshin to make a clear point but what little I do know is that each nation has their own style. You see it best in Furina demo video where she is swinging. If you pay attention each time it changes color she represents a different Archon. The civilian change clothes for each Archon shown. 

And I also know they spend time with the Npc letting you get to know them. The best example is the first arc in Inazuma. After refusing to help Inazuma, Ayaka has the traveler talk to the people who had their vision stolen. This is just one of the many way that they are humanize.

These are the ones I remember most. I know there are even more shows that do it well, like adventure time, fairy tail, one piece, Naruto maybe, and maybe Yona of the Dawn do it as well, I think.

We have no real face for the Civilian. The few character you think of when talking about the impact the main character give just doesn't exist. Every time they had the chance to hang out and developed the Civilian characters the writers just didn't.

We didn't have to spend all that time in that house back in vol 5. We could have had episode with the Main character hanging out with Civilians. Those Civilian could be the dead huntsman family. So we have a emotional connection to the people Hazel, and the Headmaster killed. It could build up Hazel issues or whatever. Can you tell I don't like Hazel.

We could of had them hanging out in Vale before everything went to hell. Watch civilians we gotten to know better dying would really make the character choosing to keep fighting so much stronger.

They also had vol 8 during the side mission. They could have spent that time letting us care about them. But they don't. The main character don't change them and they don't change the main characters.

I don't know if their going to do a big thing where the npc are like "We sided with you!" "I'm alive because you!" and whatever. But it won't mean much because their faceless people.

Anyway I forgot what my nitpick was. It was probable about how the face could have been the characters family and how Pyrrha family needed more of a role. I'm going to start on the next one.

#rwde #nitpick november #rwde nitpicks

[blade-that-was-broken]

Half Life Notes Pt. 2

So here is a bunch of notes for my Human AU, Half Life

Please note there are spoilers ahead that may be used for writing at some point. So proceed with caution!!

If you have any notes, suggestions or questions - don't be afraid to ask!

Brandy is actually one of Delta’s relatives best friends - Taylor. Spruce and Taylor kind of become friends through John. They get pretty close but not nearly enough to be romantically inclined with one another. She does start helping him get involved with stuff, whether it be with the family, school, etc. Spruce does learn some swimming from Brandy eventually but is able to float and stuff before then. Anyway, Brandy spent the semester as an exchange student abroad and came back in time for summer. Taylor talks about her and eventually introduces them, thinking they will get along. She’s right. Like very right. She becomes invested in getting them involved romantically; it’s kind of hilarious. 

Floyd is actually the one who scratches Spruce’s CD. He wanted to listen to it as he got more into music and wants to know why his brother loves it so much. Spruce freaks out because it’s the only one and he can’t find the songs anywhere else. 

Eugene 100% has an old stage at his place, possibly under a roof or in the barn and they do karaoke and performances there. He and Constance host tons of family friendly parties and other events for both their family and the community. 

Floyd is actually a music prodigy. He quickly picks up instruments and music things far quicker than anyone expects. Does school solo and ensemble and rocks it. Features in his choirs and probably joins the swing choir. 

Clay joins baseball and loves the rivalry with another school. He also likes the fact he can hit a ball as hard as he can. It helps with his anger. He isn’t bad either. He’s also big into sad books, which worries John. He’s a bit of a math whiz. 

JD sometimes thinks he got all the dumbass genes. 

Spruce eventually does want John to have some happiness and encourages him at some point to start dating. Clay catches on and confronts him. He’s not happy about it (he’s scared to lose the Dawn family, their support and some of his friends) but Spruce tells him John literally gave up his life for them so deserves something. They both, however, kinda want John and Delta to be together. 

Clay and Spruce join 4-H. Clay learns to ride horses and shows them. He even joins one of the drill teams (this is where he meets Viva). He is keen on learning a lot of disciplines and picks up with English and Western riding. He’s one of the few boys involved in some of that (outside of rodeo stuff) and so he’s pretty popular with the other girls. 

Spruce does cooking and baking, mostly in 4-H. He bonds with Sofia and Constance with baking, jams and other things. He bonds with Declan and Eugene and a few others with grilling, meats and other cooking dishes. John teaches him to fish. 

Viva is in Clay’s 4-H club and also rides horses. They don’t really interact at school in the beginning but become buddies at drill team and it blossoms from there. They kind of become rivals a little. Clay picked up riding fast - as he wants to prove to everyone he can - and Viva has been riding her entire life. They become partners at drill and once it starts, it does not stop. 

Poppy is a newborn at the beginning of the story, making her about a little less than a year younger than Branch. Peppy is the leader of the area (perhaps the next town since the one John lives in is so small? I’m not sure yet how that works honestly)

Sofia watches over several of her family’s kids frequently and volunteers at the nursery at church often when she is not consulting at a law firm/taking the odd case. Has considered opening a daycare. She’s a serious empty nester. 

County Fair in summer.

This may be how Spruce finds out about John’s old garage band. Spruce and his buddies sneak in when it is late and minors aren’t supposed to be there. John is reunited with some of his old high school buddies after one dies and they invite him to do a performance. One of said old high school buddies became a musician and still sells their single CD and advertises them. Brandy is the one who notices and she races to find Spruce. She is one of the few that have been able to listen to the CD he loves. 

John gets more involved with school activities as time goes on and he adjusts. He goes on walks with Rhonda and Branch and pretty much becomes known as the hot dad where he walks /shrugs//

One time Clay lets it slip about something his father did one time to Viva during drill and she told the most powerful and strong person she knew (her dad), scared for her friend. It was a bit early in their friendship. He didn’t go to anyone, but he confronted John at his house and pretty much openly threatened him, even though John had literally no idea what he was talking about. Clay is furious with Viva because he finds out/hears and it is so awkward. 

Clay confronts Viva and almost blows up on her. When he explains, she apologizes but Clay is so upset because this could interfere with John’s custody and doesn’t know if he can forgive her. 

John does tell him that it’s fine and not to worry and that he should not let this come between him and Viva. She didn’t know and wanted to help him. 

Peppy maaayyyyyy go talk to JD again to apologize. As he should. 

Yes, Branch’s first words are calling John dad. He learns to talk a fair bit before actually speaking anything. So it might even be a full sentence. 

John does teach Floyd guitar and some piano. He takes on it extraordinarily quickly. 

Spruce gets worried his new buddies will think he is weird for liking to bake. Haha, NO because they LOVE to eat and not only to make requests but LOVE being taste testers. (Literally I’ve never known a man who was upset that another man could bake/cook cause dudes love to eat. My HS cooking class was ALWAYS full.)

Floyd likes games; video games, board games, card games etc. He loves Mario especially and finds his voice hilarious. 

JD can draw fairly well and might be something that Branch picks up eventually. 

Rhonda loves all the boys and is protective of all of them but she hangs around Branch a lot and is protective of him, especially when he starts walking. It’s probably because he is the youngest and she knows he can defend himself the least. She also has a soft spot for Spruce (we think it’s more emotional) and he is more active in her life. John is her go to always. 

JD is an introvert forced to be an extrovert. 

Spruce and Clay - extrovert 

Floyd - introvert/ambivert 

Branch - introvert

They all bond with Delta somehow. Idk entirely how yet. 

She teaches Clay how to ride and might even lead his drill team. 

Floyd struggles to not see JD as a dad. 

JD, even when convinced to attempt dating, thinks it won’t work with him raising his brothers. 

JD and his old garage band get back together when one of them dies and he goes to the funeral. Spruce goes with him. When JD goes up to the mother, she talks about how much he loved JD and how proud she is of what he has done. She kisses his forehead and is a general sweetheart. 

They end up getting together and talking. One of the guys is a musician and has used the CD they made when they were kids to help his career. He gives JD some money to try and give him a share, saying it wasn’t enough. JD doesn’t want to take it but he insisted. 

Upon finding out about John’s bonds with the Dawn family, he feels replaced, especially when he walks around John’s house for the first few days. There weren’t many photos, just a few of John and Delta and a few other people. 

He doesn’t realize these photos are mostly celebratory wins for John when it came to his custody battle and such. 

Clay has a temper and tends to hold a grudge until he feels justice has been served. He has noticed his parent’s neglect in the form of rarely being around, clothes that no longer fit and some restriction of food. Clay has learned to eat almost anything, despite hating a lot of goods.

Clay doesn’t see a lot of abuse that went around. He has been put down sometimes but rarely hit. He has been so goofy and clumsy, his parents seemed to get mad at him less but they think he’s an idiot. He realized this and has a growing concern of being perceived that way once he’s safe. 

Floyd can be sensitive and hates conflict. He loves music and dreams of being a musician but has learned quickly his parents do not think he is capable or are supportive of that route. He has also learned things are okay when he is quiet, small and unnoticeable. He does not make a ruckus. So unless he is with his brothers, Floyd does not talk a lot and has never told anyone his inclination for music since he was very young. Clay knows, only by accident until it is revealed when John gets custody of them. 

His mother has hit him twice, each time apologizing profusely that he has accepted. 

He is a bit gullible and forgives easily because he doesn’t like being upset with loved ones, since he doesn’t have many. 

Spruce was furious when he found out his parents were pregnant with Branch. He didn’t say anything until Branch was born and when he let his displeasure slip, he got hit and wasn’t allowed near the baby for six months. Spruce didn’t care much, as he wasn’t happy about the baby and he was angry at John who was not sneaking visits and phone calls anymore.

It was late one night and his parents weren’t around and the baby was crying. He went to the crib and Spruce picked him up and brought him to his room. The baby crawled around and eventually found a pair of JD’s goggles. He seemed to like them and Spruce started telling him about their older brother, as well as some of the theories why John hadn’t contacted them. “He doesn’t know about you. He might not ever know about you.” 

Spruce became the caregiver for the baby after that. He knew it wouldn’t be long until Branch was in the same boat as the rest of them. They liked the new baby smell and the cute little children. 

Spruce is called Bruce by his old friends who are embarrassed by his real name. This leads to him having negative thoughts and feelings about his name. But then he remembers his brother is named after a fish and he feels better. 

#half life au #human au

[junikicker]

Season of Love - Jessica Chastain x fem!reader

Season of Love - Jessica Chastain x fem!reader

pairing: Jessica Chastain x fem!reader

warnings: none

summary: You finally propose to Jessica after five years of being together.

word count: 1.5k

“Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss!” Will chants while Jessica is sitting on your lap, your foreheads touching as you smile at each other. You hadn’t noticed your girlfriend’s brother coming into the room. You were sitting in the living room of your shared penthouse in New York.

Since Jessica’s whole family was over for the holidays, it was a mess and you rarely had time for each other, so while her parents were out and you thought they would have taken Will with them, you thought you’d use the opportunity to spend some time with your girlfriend while her family wasn’t there.

Jessica pulls away and turns her head towards her brother, you do the same. There he stands, camera in his left hand, and a mistletoe in his right.

“Will!” Jessica giggles, getting down from your lap, starting to chase her brother through the living room, while you follow the scene, a smile plastered on your face as your eyes follow the two redheads chasing each other through the room.

Eventually Jessica gives up and runs back to you, one hand behind her back. “Already ave up, sweetheart?” You ask. “I got what I wanted.” She smiles innocently, a hint of a smirk on her lips. “Oh, and what would that be, Miss Chastain?” You ask further, standing up from the sofa. “I’m sure you’re gonna like it.” She proceeds to explain, not giving you a clear answer, until you hear bells ringing above your heads. You look up and see the mistletoe that the other redhead was holding just seconds ago.

“You are one of a kind, Jess.” You chuckle as you look back down. Jessica grabs your shirt collar and pulls you in, your lips meeting hers.

The kiss is slow and passionate, full of love. Your hands settle on her hips as her tongue starts to invade your mouth.

“Ew! Okay, enough you two. Get a room!” Will calls out. “I just wanted a sweet kiss for my camera and you two start to make out instead.” He plays annoyed.

“You can’t pretend sex doesn’t exist just because you’re not having any!” Jessica shoots back and you laugh. “You just go on! Come on, Y/n help me out!” He tries.

You turn to face him. “I’m not dating you, am I? I think it’s pretty clear whose team I’m in.” You tease and pull Jessica in to give her another kiss.

“You two are disgusting!” He teases. “I can’t imagine how disgusting you’re gonna be once you are married!” He adds.

“Well, for that to happen, Y/n would have to propose. Wouldn’t you, honey?” She addresses you. Oh, how she loved to bring up that topic.

Jessica made sure to make it clear to you that she wasn’t the one who was going to propose. She wanted to marry you someday, yes, that was clear to her since she first laid eyes on you, but she would not be the one to propose.

Little did she know that you were already planning to propose to her. You knew she loved romantic gestures and you planned to propose to her on New Year’s Eve when the clock stroke twelve.

Her mother and father knew about your plan, and so did her brother and your own parents. Well, your mother and step-father. Your biological father went to get milk some day very long ago.

You and Jessica had been together for five years now. You had your fair share of ups and downs but never lost each other. You both knew you belonged to each other. You were soulmates.

“Mhm.” You hum in response, placing your arm around her waist, and pull her into your side.

(skip to New Year’s Eve)

You and Jessica decided to host this year's New Year’s Eve, so your families and some friends gathered at your penthouse.

Jessica was wearing a strapless red silk dress with a slit that ended barely below her right hip. Her hair was down, draped over her left shoulder. Some light make-up and red lipstick finishing her look. You yourself were wearing a black pantsuit, the waistcoat matching the color of Jessica’s dress. Your short curly hair was put in place with some hairspray, while your face was nude from make-up. You never were a fan of it and preferred to go without.

Your families were also dressed up in beautiful suits and dresses. Your apartment started to fill with some more famous people and your siblings were a little nervous because of them since they hadn’t met anyone famous other than your girlfriend.

You would find people like Oscar Isaac, Anne Hathaway, and Octavia Spencer around every other corner. Everyone was having champagne or dancing to the music playing.

You feel the ring in your left pocket. This is it. You were going to ask Jessica Chastain to marry you in less than an hour.

“A little birdie told me about your special plans.” A voice addresses you from behind. You turn around to be met with a slightly taller male. “Sebastian.” You said and hugged the taller man. “Who told you?” You whisper, not knowing where Jessica was at right now and if she could overhear your conversation. “Your sister talks a lot.” He replies, an amused smile on his face.

“Of course she does.” You muttered, mentally cursing her. “Don’t blame her. She’s great.” Sebastian tells you, squeezing your shoulder. “Can you do me a favor?” You ask, looking him in the eye, still keeping the volume of your voice just above the necessary. He nods. “Can you please keep an eye on her tonight? I have enough to do with my thing and can’t handle Skylar making a scene or embarrassing herself. Besides she likes you, so maybe she’ll listen to you.” You ask.

Skylar was your younger sister and whenever she was at a party, she would tend to drink a bit too much and end up embarrassing herself. “Yeah, sure. No problem.” He smiles friendly. “Thank you, Seb. You’re a lifesaver.” You smile back. “Good luck.” He says and raises his glass. “Thanks.” I raise my glass back.

Twenty minutes. Damn, those twenty minutes felt like an eternity. You were constantly glancing at your watch, hoping time would pass faster, unfortunately, it only made it feel longer.

“Y/n, baby. There you are.” You hear your girlfriend’s voice. “Jess, darling. Are you alright?” You ask, placing a kiss on her cheek, not wanting to ruin her make-up. “I’m alright, honey. I was just looking for you.” She smiles, grabbing your hand. “Well, seems like you found me.” You joke and she smiles sweetly.

“It’s only ten more minutes. I want you with me at midnight.” She shares, a shy smile on her face. Jessica was always a shy person. At least in private. She would be constantly blushing when you complimented her early on in your relationship. You loved that about her. You could make her flustered in seconds. You loved everything about her and in less than ten minutes you were going to make the next big step.

“I love you.” She tells you, looking deep into your eyes, making sure you got every word. “I love you more.” You smile and she kisses you.

“Ten!” You are ripped away from your little moment and grab her hand, leading her to the balcony, passing a few people.

“Nine! Eight!” You stand on the balcony, and you can make out the silhouette of Will who’s holding a camera. Of course, he would want to capture this moment. “Seven! Six!” Everyone shouts.

More and more people gather on the big balcony. “Five! Four! Three!” You take the case in your left hand. “Two!” You get down on one knee. “One!”

Jessica goes to grab your face but sees you down on your knee. Gasps everywhere. “Happy New Year!” You shout and a few others join in. Jessica’s hands fly to her mouth.

Fireworks go off everywhere and your brother hands you a mic. You knew it would be too loud to hear your voice over the fireworks, so you prepared.

“Jess. Since the day we met, you have made me smile more than anyone ever managed to. When you walked into that room six years ago and smiled at me, my heart almost sprung from my chest. And when we started our first project, you were just so nice and tried to calm me down since it was my first big project. And now here we are, one year of friendship and five years of relationship later. I want to spend every day of my life with you. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep next to you every night. Jess, you are the love of my life and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I love you more than anything on this planet- no, in this whole universe. And now I’m rambling again, so. Jessica Michelle Chastain, will you make me the happiest woman in this universe and marry me?” You look up at her the whole time and watch as a few tears escape her eyes. “Yes! Yes! Yes! A thousand times yes!” She screams and rushes to kiss you as you get up and slip the ring on her finger.

The other people cheer as the fireworks proceed to go off all around you. “Fucking finally,” Jessica whispers against your lips and you can’t help but chuckle against her lips.

#jessica chastain #wlw #gxg #proposal #lesbian #fem!reader #jessica chastain x reader

[dungeons-are-too-cold]

Do i hate Kevin? no, I don't think I do. However, I do think he puts Penelope in a lot of very uncomfortable situations so I definitely like Luke a lot more. I don't think that what Kevin expects of her is fair, and Luke expects nothing of her but everything of himself to keep her safe and happy.

Luke not only actively avoids putting Penelope in any uncomfortable position, but also does absolutely everything in his power to get her out of uncomfortable situations she inevitably finds herself in considering their line of work and her online presence. He does the little things like offering his hand to help her off the curb in 12x14 collision course, all the way to dropping everything to help her in 15x4, Saturday. He makes sure to not only solve the stalking case of the young woman in Penelope's hacking class but also let her know that he is there for her through everything and if she ever needs his help with her own cyber stalker or with anything at all, he will be there for her. That's the kind of support that she needs, and deserves. She needs to know she has someone to lean on, someone who offers to be her soft place to land because she isn't going to ask for it.

Kevin doesn't communicate very well with Penelope. I'm currently watching 4x23, Roadkill, and he has had these secret job interviews for a classified overseas position. He mentions to her that he didn't want to tell her "until it was real" and then proceeds to ask her to move with him, away from her family at the BAU, to be with him in some country god knows where with no ability to tell her loved ones where exactly she is. Does he not know who she is? Penelope needs stability. She needs her little creature comforts, like her good coffee and her sparkly desk. She also needs open communication, honest communication, and being lied to and then subsequently being asked to do something which requires her to lie is not only a wildly misguided but completely inappropriate request for anyone, let alone for Penelope.

One of the things that makes Penelope fall for Kevin even more than she already had in the beginning is his "man to man" talk with Rossi. I think its not only because she takes comfort in his fatherly role in her life and appreciates Kevin's formality, but also because what she values is direct communication about expectations and desires. The position Kevin puts her in during Roadkill is the exact opposite of why she trusted him to further their relationship in the beginning.

Maybe this is me reading into things and making a much bigger deal of this, but it clearly upsets her that Kevin thinks this was the right way to go about this. She is understanding of his desires for career growth, she wants him to pursue what makes him feel good, and she never would have told him to stay for her if he really wanted the position. The fact that he doesn't know that means he doesn't know her. All he knows is that it would hurt for them to say goodbye, which is true it would, and he thinks that he is sparing her some kind of heartache by lying or by asking her to apply. Again, this further proves that he doesn't know her at all.

On second thought, I do hate Kevin. The more I watch him with her, the more I realize he in no way has Penelope's best interest at heart. He pressures her, and rushes thing, and tries to make her life into something that works for him. Luke is patient, and understanding, so much so that he waits until she isn't on the team to ask her out because he is respectful of her boundaries and he needs. Kevin is so domineering and controlling but there is no doubt in my mind about the way Luke lets Penelope lead when it comes to their relationship.

This post is dedicated to @snailsandpuppy-dogtails cuz you actually made me come back and finish writing it lmao so i hope you approve of my analysis.

Also tagging @darcyfangirlsfrequently cuz i feel like I cant make a garvez post without tagging you both

#garvez #criminal minds watch through #criminal minds #luke alvez #penelope garcia #kevin lynch