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00ops1e · 6 months

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padriac my prince- pt 1

Ghostsoap angst!! cw: canon-typical violence, boys being gay, character injury, alcohol(next part), medical inaccuracies(next part) if i missed any lmk!

padriac my prince- bright eyes

i had this idea like, a long time ago. originally this was gonna be one part but i’ve decided that it deserves two. also idk i feel like i get the most inspo for fics from songs. and i’m such a slut for angst.

It was an easy mission. Intel said it was a small crew, the target only traveling with a handful of accomplices. The hideout was simple enough, blueprints matching those of all the other residences in the area; they were hiding in plain sight, but not for long. The objective is clear and simple, capture the target and haul them in for questioning.

Simple.

The taskforce headed to the location, Price going back over the intel one last time as the van rolled up to a townhouse.

“House is a bit nice for AQ, innit?” Gaz quips, hopping out and passing a weapon to Soap.

“Bet they thought it’d keep us off their tail eh?” Johnny says, loading his weapon and walking towards the building, “I’ll take point,” he says as they approach the back door.

Suddenly he feels a hand on his broad shoulder, “I’ve got it Johnny,” Ghost says, settling a hand on the door and shifting in front of the other man.

“Alright LT, won’t fight ye for it,” Johnny feels his cheeks pull up into a smile at the interaction, and he doesn’t miss the way the lieutenant’s eyes crinkle at the corners.

Price is on exfil and overwatch outside, sniper ready to pick off any stragglers, “Stay frosty boys, should be quick and easy,” his gruff voice rings out over the comms.

Gaz nods and gives a curt “copy,” nodding at Ghost as he pushes the door open. They clear the first floor quickly and quietly, two tangos in the kitchen, one in the study.

Ghost leads the trio up the stairs and slowly down the hallway, clearing all but one room at the end of the hall. In his head, he recalls the blueprints that were pulled up in the intel, just a square room, there should be two people in here.

They ready their weapons, and go in hot, Ghost entering and shooting one AQ, and Johnny downing the other. Ghost steps forward, looking at the desk for possible intel.

Johnny feels time stop, everything blurs to slow motion. The familiar, sickening crack of a gun barrel meeting skull rings out, echoes through the damp air. Except for this time Johnny doesn't see the perpetrator, he only sees the now lax body of the lieutenant falling towards the floor. The second bang of Simon's head on the tile makes his stomach flip.

There had been what looked like a closet behind the door, perfect size for a soilder, and perfect for lying in wait. especially with the way the door to the room swings open and conceals the spot. This wasn’t in the blueprint of the house. This wasn’t supposed to happen.

What follows is a blur. everything is white hot and over the shrill ringing, he can only hear the crack of skull reverberating between his ears. Johnny is suddenly watching himself beat the light from the eyes of the unlucky man to have touched what he holds so dearly in his heart.

Johnny has straddled the man, grunting with each blow landed to the assailant’s face. He knows he’s dead. He’s not stupid, but that doesn’t matter. What matters is the burning anger that was bubbling up in his blood. What mattered was the fact that the sound of his fists landing in the bloody mess of a face drowned out the sound of skull cracking.

“Johnny! It’s done, he’s gone,” Gaz’s voice cuts through the static, he feels tentative hands pulling him away from the corpse he had been engrossed with, “need you to help me carry ‘im,” Gaz says, motioning to Ghost on the floor.

Bile rises to the back of Johnny’s throat when he sees him, the bitter taste nothing in comparison to the way he felt his heart breaking. He sees Kyle speaking into his comms, but he can’t hear it, he can’t hear anything but static as he cradles the Lieutenant's bleeding head in his hands,

“y-you’re gonna be okay LT, everything’s gonna be fine,” he says, half convincing himself as he pushes two fingers to the bigger man’s neck, feeling his pulse. The drumming behind his fingers provides only slight relief.

Johnny positions himself under the man’s arms, while Gaz grabs his legs, “one, two….” and they hoist the man up, hurrying down the stairs and out the front door. well, hurrying as much as they could with 300 pounds of soilder in their arms.

Price is waiting by the door, helping them get Simon into the back of the van. “We’ll go straight to the hospital, ten minutes out.” he says before clapping a hand on Soap’s shoulder.

“You did good son, it’ll be alright,”

Johnny feels that same hand as earlier squeezing his heart, but this time it’s different, this time it feels less angry, more nauseous. This time, it’s guilt.

“I told him I’d take point,” is all he can muster, before forcing himself to bite his tongue. the burning behind his eyes was too much, either everything came out or nothing did, so he stayed quiet. Price gave his shoulder a knowing squeeze, and nodded at Gaz, who was pressing gauze to the gash on Simon’s head, before going to get in the driver’s seat.

The entire drive, Johnny couldn’t rip his eyes from Simon’s face. He held his limp hand, brushing the calloused knuckles with his thumb. It felt like they were in that van for hours, and with every godforsaken moment that passed, Johnny felt a little more sick looking at the man on the cot.

and through the screams of the traffic, voices carried, saying, “i’m sorry….”

#call of duty #simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #cod #johnny soap mactavish #ghostsoap #soapghost #soap mactavish #cod ghost #i’m so sorry hehehe

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misswaffleswrtingcorner · 3 years

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Slowly running out of air for riddlebat please?

Hoo, boy. I really got stuck on this one and have no idea why. I had the ending written out, but getting there was a toughie. Sorry for the wait!

General tags: Reformed! Riddler, canon typical violence, medical inaccuracies

Warnings: depictions of suffocation, collapsed lung, pain killers making a character a little high

Edward didn't have time to brace himself. A steel-toed boot slammed into his right side, kicking the wind out of him. He felt something crack painfully. A rib. He was going to be feeling that for a while, he could already tell. All he could do was curl in on himself and try to remember how to breathe as his assailant raised his boot to kick again. Before he could, though, he was yanked away by a certain bat-themed vigilante. If Edward could, he would have laughed as the guy got the sense punched out of him. Finally, the PI tried to sit up and take in a breath.

There was a wheeze.

Still, Edward stood up despite the pain in his chest and the difficulty he was having trying to pull in a full breath. Sure, he'd taken a blow to the ribs and that knocked the wind out of him, but that was all, right? Edward leaned against the wall of the crumbling abandoned building he found himself in. Bruce wasn't far away, having just taken care of the last of the mooks who tried to ambush them. He started to slump and sink to the floor, but a familiar hand gripped his arm and held him upright. "Hi--" a small gasp. "-- Bat." As the seconds ticked on, the harder it was for him to breathe. It felt like his ribs were being constricted by a boa aiming to kill its prey.

This wasn't just him getting the wind knocked out of him, he quickly realized.

It didn't take long after his own realization for Batman to realize either. "Easy, Eddie," he said as he eased the other down for him to sit, his back propped against the wall being the only thing keeping him upright. There was another wheeze followed by a cough. Edward gripped the vigilante's arm, starting to feel his body panic at not being able to breathe.

"I c-ca--"

"Pneumothorax. Don't try to talk, I'll take care of it," He soothed in his usual blunt and to the point way. To the PI at least, that was better than sugar coating it. "Which side were you hit?"

Edward raised his right hand, then let it flop back down, knuckles tapping against the wooden floorboards. The hand gripping the other's arm slipped away and landed on his lap, unable to find the energy to keep holding on. Turns out slowly suffocating was pretty exhausting. Bruce was quick to act, loosening the man's tie and opening his dress shirt. Edward's world was starting to blacken around the edges. The Bat said something as he pulled something from his utility belt, but if he was being honest, he wasn't exactly able to pay attention. He felt fingers dig into his ribs on the upper right portion of his chest before there was a stab.

Well, it was more of a very harsh poke, but it still hurt like hell.

He hadn't realized his eyes had closed until they snapped open at the sudden pain, and then suddenly he could breathe. He sucked in a deep breath then started coughing. He gasped again, not realizing how desperate his body was for air. It still felt like his ribs were in a vice, but at least it had loosened. "Fucking-- ow," he hissed. He looked down and blinked. Huh. That was a syringe in his chest. The plunger had been removed to let the air out, but that was still a syringe stabbing into his chest wall. "... ah." Was all he could really say about it.

"It's not perfect, but it's the best I could do with what I had," the caped crusader stated. A hand fell onto Edward's shoulder, giving a light squeeze. "Now your favorite part: going to the hospital."

Edward let out a groan and rolled his eyes. Part of him wanted to complain or try to get up and announce that he was perfectly fine, thank you very much, but he couldn't exactly risk moving too much with a needle in his chest. Not that he could do much anyway, with how out of breath he still felt. Alas, he had to concede this time. "Can't--" he had to pause to take a breath. "-- we go to the cave?"

"The hospital is closer and safer," he said. "Besides, from what I've gathered, they like you there."

"Put that smirk away," Edward grumbled. He did appreciate the dry humor, though. He allowed himself to be moved, keeping the syringe stable by holding onto it, as he was lifted up. It was still difficult to breath, and if he was honest, being held wasn’t making it much easier, but there was no way he was walking like this. He wanted to say more and keep talking, but he was finding that more difficult. The temporary solution could only do so much it seemed. By the time they were in the Batmobile, Edward was back to struggling to breathe.

Slowly suffocating to death was the worst, he decided.

The only thing he liked about hospitals were the painkillers. Having a chest tube stuck in you so your lung will stop trying to collapse and kill you while you healed was pretty painful, so they were required. And boy did they work. Bruce was talking to him, sitting beside him in his typical civilian get-up, but his mind was elsewhere. Mainly trying to keep his thoughts tightly organized and not flying out of his face at a moment’s notice.

“Your eyes are so pretty, you know that?”

It wasn’t working.

That statement was enough to make Wayne stop in his tracks. "... what?" He asked, bewildered. Edward let out a snort in his poor attempt to keep from laughing at the man's expression of utter confusion. "Ed."

"You're face," Edward giggled.

Bruce let out a breath and shook his head, the tiniest of smiles on his lips. "You should be resting, not giggling."

"I can do both," the PI insisted.

"Mm-hmm."

Edward waved a hand dismissively. "You just can't multitask."

"I don't think multitasking is the issue, " he said. "No getting worked up, remember?"

"I know, I know."

"That, and I need to get going, anyway. I'll drop by later, alright?"

There was a pause. "Promise you'll be back?"

"I promi--" he was stopped, though, by a finger being jabbed at his chest.

"And no standing me up like the last time!" Edward ordered.

"I won't, I promise," Bruce stated, taking the other's hand in his own and gently placing it back on the bed. "I just have some things to take care of, and then I'll be back here before you know it. Try to take a nap in the meantime."

"Fine."

"If I'm not back, you have permission to hit me."

"I'm holding you to that."

With that, Bruce stood and made his way to the door. He paused, though, when Edward spoke again.

"Be safe," he said.

"I will. I promise."

#Anonymous #riddlebat #bad things happen bingo #edward nygma #bruce wayne #batman #whump

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nanashi1869 · 6 years

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🌼Flowers for my wounds🌸

(@kondo-hijikata @liuet in case you feel like reading it? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ )

~Yes, woo what a surprise, a long rant about the Shinsengumi again, how original Nashi. ~

Why thank you, dear reader ;) In all seriousness though, all the previous rants I made were spoiler free and it made me ridiculously furious that I held back all the salt and awe I have in me just for the sake of not spoiling any potential newcomers. I’ve covered some of this in vague posts hundreds of times, but today I will break that habit, I will spoil this to hell and back and enjoy it just as much.

You've been warned.

PS: I’m doing this entirely based on my memory and some snippets I’ve seen one time too many for my own good. Inaccuracies are bound to happen.

As always, what better way to begin than with the infamous episode 33...

I'm kidding, today I'm starting by digging into the post office. As with the usual routine the theme to talk about with this wreck is - guilt. Guilt over losing money in a gamble like a complete fool, guilt over buying a book and being too big of a shit (with rather solid arguments) to admit it, guilt over making rules you can't break even though going through the consequences once was enough to make you regret it for the next few miserable years... (Yes I lied, inadvertently everything comes back to the foolish daffodils). But let's talk about our pure accountant who is one 'i' short of being nothing but cute. Let's talk about the edge they put us on a bit before the main event took place, when the (drama version) of the idiot trio tore that scroll. Never forget that could have been the reason for all our tears, yet in the end it still had to be some more complex scheme. An act with the convict being an innocent man and the true criminal roaming free, while Toshi had all the time in the world to steep in deep, raging self-denial over the legitimacy of his past actions and life choices, all the while ending up the scapegoat to whom all the anger can be directed towards. The subtlety with which we were deceived to think the "actual events" of episode 38 were to play out earlier is truly commendable. But with this drama nothing is ever easy. You get to know a new character, someone moves a chess piece and then instead of moving forward everything takes a step back and lets you seethe with nervousness because, without realizing, you've been tricked and have to wait for all the heartbreak a while longer. Takeda's resolve to keep to his decision, regardless of consequences, was in his eyes, completely justified. It did make sense to try and prevent Kano from buying the book for Ito in order to protect the group from his growing power, the action simply failed due to Toshi's own greed after it. Kawai innocently, perhaps naively, thought lending money more than once would not be punished in hopes his friends would be saved from harm. It is his kindnesses that is ultimately his doom and it is the unexpected, usually harmless twists in life that turn it into a spiral with no point of return. Takeda's following quest for redemption ends up being just as pointless as Kawai’s death - he is killed in an instant of hate directed at him, where the assailants are unaware of his reasoning for the justification of his friend's demise. The book too, loses value as Ito gets his own copy later on.

Most, if not all, tragedies in this drama happen because someone is trying to protect or shield - and idea, a person. Toshi's friends die because he must protect the order of the group for Kat-chan, Yamanami and Akesato have a rift in their final moments because they cannot be honest (likewise Souji and Hide), Kat-chan's relationship with Tsune suffers because he lies about Miyuki, Nagakura and the others write the petition to shield the group from Toshi and Kat-chan's (propensity) ego. The pattern is pretty clear.

I'm going to loop back to the script for just a second - watching this drama knowing what will happens adds a thrill, it makes you question when an event will take place even though you know the chronological sequence, because the “mini-arc” leading up to it has to be completed first and the tension must be just right. How long that is depends on the episode and event of course. But each arc is a stepping stone to a new point of no return.

I think, since I've mentioned him, I'll take a bit to talk about Ito as well. I love, love, love the confrontation Kondo and Ito have right before his death. It's absolutely stunning despite being simplistic in nature, because what Kondo states is in fact the very obvious truth and in no way some overly wise notion of the situation. However, it's that simplicity (to me) that adds to the charm of the scene. If you expected some courageous battle of wits, you might have been sourly disappointment, but otherwise - see the pattern? - what brings people to their knees is once again the basic things in life. Kondo’s sincerity, the fact that life is and always will be (mostly) separated into black and white for them. Farmers and samurai, poor and rich - they fit in a narrow grey zone, yet even there they are bullied, pushed away to leave. It's everything complex they're trying to achieve being haunted by little things. It's the desire and determination to be something big and more buried into the ground by the small things they were raised with, holding them back.

Ah, it’s about time this goo got to the good part.

No, it’s still not episode 33. Firstly because I’m sure everyone is tired of my whining about it and secondly because I like to leave best (in my opinion) for last.

This is for our Gargoyle and Tofu. Just imagine, for a second imagine that final hug again and bathe in it, then come back to me, okay? The wedding rings champagne caps and Toshi’s little grimace when he tries to convince himself ‘it’s not over yet’. (At this point I would just like to praise Mitani again for giving us closure with that hug, unlike some other shows I watch *side eyes knife pile*). I’m really glad the two of them got to hug it out before the whole deal blew up. Everytime a ‘Kat-channn’ or ‘Tossshii’ came around my heart melted a bit. THE DYNAMIC IS SO GOOD. (I get so, so jealous each time I see well written relationships between two guys. Doesn’t matter if it’s boyfriends/best friends/would-die-for-you combined or only one of these included. (*cough* NIF & Bleach for one *cough*) I don’t even know what to say! We all know Toshi would sacrifice the world for Kat-chan. We all know Kat-chan trusts him above all else. The guilt one feels and the content of the other having come so far together and being such a power combo…*noises*

I don’t even know how to put this.... (@kondo-hijikata help this is your expertise)

I’m going to move on to some more feathery stuff because I’m really at a loss about these two (analysing NIF’s LC/MCS has engraved so deep into me it’s ruined my perception for everyone else, I apologize).

Right, feathers…

I wrote about Serizawa and his issue of not being able to get over his “I’m a bad guy, therefore I must act like it” complex...somewhere before. I can’t find it, but I’m very sure that was once a thing. I know most people hate the man with a burning passion and part of me probably does too, yet the way he is presented also makes him fascinating, like he is very self-aware but cannot change anything about that (this is similar to Toshi’s “indifference” (we all know he actually cares) of his path to become the villain - he knows that what he is doing is morally wrong and has no intention of stopping). I feel like in the end both of them continued with “bad guy” roles simply because they were too far down that road to stop.

I would analyse Serizawa’s character more, but I honestly don’t remember much anymore. I did want to mention this though. Toshi on the other hand…feels like someone who desperately wishes to rage quit everything, but keeps on going out of pure spite.

And since I’m speaking of our beloved vice-commander - one thing that opisses me off is that Kotetsu got mentioned, but the whole wow deal with Kanesada got dropped out, even in the movie. *cue bawling over that Katsugeki finale* I was hoping for that when Tetsu showed up dammit!

Am I tiring you yet? Come, sit down, have some tea Gen-san made because he is totally ok and alive an happy and you cannot convince me otherwise because the hugging thing did not happen. Period.

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Lastly, because my mind is going blank this is quite long - the bane of my existence and the one thing (to me) more cursed than Ryoma himself. (I’m lying PMK upped this x100000 and I am not over that either. I’ll confess immediately I did not read the whole thing yet but this, this haunts me).

This stupid episode with it’s stupid ending and it’s stupid decisions. *insert me yelling about rice balls on the Mibugishiden review post* I mean what is it with this drama and ending brutally sad episodes with (unintentionally?) funny moments? *cue Toshi’s squeaky crying* I have covered my thoughts about Akesato here and here though and since that essentially recaps everything I want to say, I won’t repeat myself. (Thought you’d have to read through 5 more pages of me screaming? I did too before I forgot what I wanted to say.)

I might make a part 2 someday, if I think of more to say, but for now, I’m done, leaving you with this stressful mess. Feel free to add your own opinions, I’m really curious about what the rest of you think.

~Nashi out~

#taigaqueue #personal #long ass rant just because #this has been a while in the making #I HAVE FEELINGS OKAY

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