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trash-king13 · 5 years

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shinsou, kirishima, bakugou and todoroki becoming kids (like 5 or 6 year old) again and the reaction of their s/o?

I am a huge sucker for the deaging trope! Though I only accept 3 characters at a time so I decided to take out Kirishima sadly. I hope you enjoy.

Order Up!Hitoshi Shinsou

🍆The two of you were just walking to a nearby cafe when a villain attack occurred, and of course the villain had a quirk that turned people into children. So here you were trying to coax your now five year old boyfriend from his hiding space under a nearby car.

🍆“Its ok honey I wont hurt you I swear.” he was not budging, and instead opted to curl up and start crying into his knees - this was going badly fast. Though thankfully Aizawa happened to be the hero on duty today, and he was somewhat willing to help you coax the tiny Eraserhead fanboy out of hiding.

🍆“Bye bye Eraserhead!” the now cheery toddler was waving at his hero from his spot in your arms, and oh my god he was too cute! Even Aizawa had gotten a few pics of him on his phone before sending you two on your way. Though his words were still echoing in your head as the reality of what just happened just sunk in. You were responsible for a five year old Hitoshi for a whole day. You were terrified.

🍆Thankfully Hitoshi was not a hard kid to take care of. He was quiet, and preferred to color over any loud activities. Though he had a habit of going into a panic attack after each little mistake, and you would be lying if you said it didn’t kill you to see him like that. Who would ever do something so horrible to such a sweet child after all? If you ever found the person responsible they would have hell to pay.

🍆He finally got more comfortable with you once the day began coming to a close, and he even openly sang a little song about you while in the bath (though he couldn’t seem to pronounce your name right for the life of him). Though once it was time for bed it was practically impossible to get Hitoshi to sleep alone in the guest room. He just wouldn’t settle down as choked out several “please let me sleep with you!” between his sobs. So what else were you supposed to do except let him sleep with you?

🍆When morning had come around you had completely forgotten the events from yesterday. So when you rolled over by habit you were surprised to feel another occupant in your bed, and even more surprised to learn that it was a now teenage Hitoshi. He chuckled and then lightly poked your forehead “morning sleepy head, or maybe I should calling you number one babysitter.” oh god he knew. You expected him to tease you more, but he only got up from his spot to grab your phone from the bedside table. “Better tell Aizawa sensei he better delete those pictures.”

With a side of!Katsuki Bakugou

🌶Bakugou pisses everyone off, it’s pretty much a given by this point. You have known him throughout his whole life and that aspect of him has never changed, but as you stared at the crying child with all too familiar blonde hair you wished your childhood friend could just stop being a dick. Especially to people with deaging quirks! It had taken you a good hour to get the sobbing child to cooperate, and you were only able to do it by bribing him with ice cream. You were definitely not cut out for babysitting.

🌶“I want to ride on your shoulders!” he was sweetly trotting beside you as you decided to deliver him to his family, and he was doing fine opting to just excitedly babble to you. Though you learned to not let the cute looks fool you, Bakugou was still a demon no matter what side. “No” cue a tantrum so explosive it would put teen Bakugou to shame, definitely not meant to be a babysitter.

🌶You now had him riding on your shoulders, Bakugou messing with your hair as he talked on about god knows what. He then tapped your head “hey oldie! You look like my friend!” oh, you should of been expecting this. “Oh really? You two close?” you decided to just ignore the old part of his comment. He hummed in satisfaction before continuing “yeah were the best team!” he scrunched up his face in discomfort “though they are also friends with Deku so I need to grow up fast so I can marry them before he can!” wait, what!? You could feel your face heat up as he continued singing about what your wedding was going to be like.

🌶“No! I want you to stay!” you dropped him off to his parents like you said you would, but now the little monster was clinging to your leg refusing to let you leave. Mitsuki could only sigh at her snot dripping kid. “How about you just stay the night, I can even call your parents and explain the situation if you’d like?” Not like you had a choice.

🌶You and tiny Bakugou were now drawing in the living room, and it was pretty relaxing until he shoved a drawing of what looked to be two people in your face. He only got angry at your confused expression. “It’s the wedding! Like I was telling you about!” oh god was he really still stuck on this? You know what screw it you’re recording this as blackmail! “That’s me and them when you do the kissy thing that adults do. These are our super powerful kids! Their quirks will be so powerful that the whole world will die!” actually this may just be the best day ever.

🌶When morning came you found a certain someone glaring at you in the kitchen. He only had to say three words for you to get the point “you tell noone.”

And for dessert! Shoto Todoroki

🍧You were suppose to be pursuing a villain, but a certain someone decided to run ahead therefore ending up in this situation. The moment you saw a pair of confused heterochromatic eyes looking around you knew you were in for a wild ride.

🍧“Alright let’s get you back to your parents little guy.” you tried reaching down to pick him up but he dodged. “no! I don’t want to go home to daddy he hits me!” he looked so terrified that it made your stomach churn. You were going to kill Endeavour!

🍧You had decided to bring Shoto back with you instead, and he seemed pretty content exploring your domain. Letting out a small gasp when he found something particularly interesting. He was too damn cute for your soul! “Hey Shoto! What would you like for dinner?” he looked at you with a very thoughtful expression before answering “Soba, b-but not the hot kind.” you laughed, but at least it was something you could make.

🍧How can a singular child be so cute at everything he does? He was making a complete mess while eating, but he still looked like a precious angel. You were shook. “Here lets clean your face.” the little boy smiled as you wiped off all the excess soba from his chubby cheeks “when I grow up all big and strong can I marry you?” oh no. “uh we will see.” his eyes were literally sparkling as he continuously mumbled “im gonna get married!”

🍧The two of you then winded down with a story, but Shoto fell asleep before the story even ended. You didn’t have the heart to move him so you thought it was fine to let him sleep in your bed tonight. “Good night Shoto, sweet dreams.” He looked so peaceful, and you wished to see him like that more.

🍧The next morning you were awoken by what sounded like cooking, and that’s when you remembered last night. You rushed to the kitchen to find Shoto wearing a pair of your sweatpants, and cooking some eggs. The moment he spotted you he gave the warmest smile you had ever seen him give, and motioned for you to sit. “I wanted to thank you for taking care of me yesterday so I made you eggs. I can’t promise that they’re any good though. I should probably learn if I’m going to marry you like I said.”

#shinsou hitoshi #bakugou katsuki #ground zero #shouto todoroki #shoto #bnha

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gimmesumsuga · 5 years

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Sweeter than Sweet (82)

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Pairings: Jimin x reader, Yoongi x reader, Jimin x Yoongi, Namjoon x reader, Taehyung x reader, Jungkook x reader, Jin x reader.

Warnings: Angst, threat, violence and mild gore

Word count: 6.3

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“Sam?!” you shriek, immediately regretting your choice in both volume and pitch when your voice echoes loudly in the wide open space in which you’re held. It bounces back at you off of dirty white walls over and over and over, and you cringe with each and every echo. Given the predicament in which you've found yourself the last thing you want to do right now is draw any unwanted attention. Not until you’ve had a chance to speak to the girl sat bound to the chair beside yours, anyway.

Sam laughs through her nose; a breathy chuckle as she tosses her head back to throw her hair off of her face.

“Was wondering how long it was going to take you to wake up.” She twists her neck to face you, smiling wryly despite the way you gasp at the sight of her - at the angry red mark that stretches all the way across her left cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” you exclaim in hushed tones, “Are you ok?!” And blase as ever, Sam just shrugs her shoulders.

“Ah, I’m fine,” she says, completely dismissive of the finger marks that are lining her face. “You know I'm not exactly the type to come quietly.”

“I can imagine,” you say earnestly. Despite the seriousness of the situation, somehow the image of Sam kicking and screaming and flailing her fists still has a smile tugging at your lips, and you’d bet good money on her having given a good slap or two prior to the one she received in kind. You only wish you could’ve seen it, or that it’d proven enough to save her from being sat her next to you.

You glance around your surroundings again as Sam sighs, relieved that your earlier exclamation seems to have gone unheard.

“Who the fuck are these guys?”

“Hell if I know.” Sam shrugs again as she shifts on her seat, her wrists wriggling in their binds. They must be sore by now; your arms are beginning to ache already, bent as unnaturally as they are. “All I know is I was leaving yours and then suddenly I’m getting thrown in the back of some van, dragged in here, sat down, and told to stay put.” She laughs humourlessly, glancing down at her lap. “As if I could really go anywhere else.”

“And they haven’t said anything? Asked you anything?”

“Not a thing.” Your brows furrow in confusion, at a complete and utter loss as to why someone would go to the bother of kidnapping someone to not even make any demands. Will it be the same for you, you wonder? Or are they just biding their time?

“But why would they-” As if on cue, your words are interrupted by the metallic screech of a door opening somewhere over the other side of the room, somewhere out of sight. Heart pounding with a fresh surge of adrenaline you fall silent, and next to you, Sam does the same, quickly facing forward.

After all the surprises that you’ve faced today, you’d think you might be immune to any more than might follow. That’s not the case, though. Not when rounding the corner of a pallet of crates appears a face you recognise well - someone that if asked, you probably would’ve referred to as a friend.

“You’re awake,” Alex observes, his steps a casual saunter as he makes his way across the room with two other men in tow, all three dressed in black. “Good. I was worried that bump on the head might’ve been something more serious,” he says, though he looks anything but.

Truthfully, you don’t even remember hitting your head at all. You suppose it must’ve happened during your unexpected relocation; a reasonable explanation for the dull ache that’s been throbbing at the back of your skull ever since you opened your eyes.

He squats down in front of you, his head tilting to the side as he watches you watching him, amusement twisting his mouth.

“What’s going on?” you utter quietly, your brain struggling to come to terms with the fact your former colleague seems to have suddenly turned villain. Or so you assume.

“I guess this must all be pretty confusing, hm?”

It’s strange, really, knowing this man in front of you whilst yet not really knowing him at all. Alex’s voice is different. It’s lower. More assertive. His hair, too, has changed; the long flowing strands you’d so often seen him tucking back pulled up into a tight bun that makes the face that had once been so friendly look sharp and severe.

Alex continues to smile in the same sinister fashion, and as he reaches out to smartly tap the curl of his bent index finger to the underside of your chin, lifting your gaze, a sensation like cold water trickling down your spine makes you shudder.

“Poor little lamb,” he coos without a hint of the tenderness those words should carry. “So naive. So totally unaware of the world that lies outside your twisted little love nest.” You stare back at him blankly, gaze flicking back and forth between his crystal grey eyes in search of answers. Vaguely, you’re aware of Sam next to you telling someone to get the fuck off and the sound of her chair creaking as she thrashes with indignance.

“What do you want?” You’re pleased that you manage to keep your voice from shaking despite the anxiety that has your pressed palms sweating behind your back. Alex, however, seems disappointed by your lack of visible distress so far, sighing in what sounds like an awful lot like disappointment as he releases your chin and steps back, straightening to full height.

“To put it plainly,” he begins as he tucks one hand into his pants pocket, “I’ve got a bone to pick with your boyfriends.” With Jimin and Yoongi? Your family? What possible problem could he have with them? As far as you’re aware he’s never had anything more to do with them than brief small talk at the bar - and Yoongi isn’t exactly the chattiest of guys.

“And what’s that got to do with us?” Sam asks brusquely. You envy the way she doesn’t even flinch when Alex’s head turns sharply to fix her with a glare, clearing his throat before answering.

“Didn’t seem smart to go starting a fight on someone else’s home turf.” He turns his gaze back to you - nonchalant, casual - and the two men at his back exchange a look, smirking in a way that makes your gut roil with nerves. “What better way to lure them out than with their most prized possession, right?”

Alex smiles as realisation washes over you like an ice-cold tidal wave, dragging you under its surface and making it hard to catch your breath - to even breathe at all. You’re nothing more than bait; a worm wriggling at the end of a hook. That’s what’s going on here. He’s stolen you and brought you here to gain the advantage - to catch them panicked and off guard.

“But why ? And why’d you go dragging Sam into this?” you ask, unable to withhold the questions that are whirring round and round your brain.

“Her?” Alex scoffs with laughter as he glances at her, dismissive. “A case of mistaken identity, I’m afraid. An unfortunate mistake.” One of his lackeys shifts uncomfortably at the dirty look that’s thrown his way, averting his gaze as Sam bristles with indignation next to you. Anyone would think she’s taken insult at not being deemed worthy enough to steal.

“Then can’t you just let her go?” you plead, unconcerned with however your desperate you must look as you lean forward in your chair, pain shooting down each of your arms as they’re stretched even further. Alex is quick to rebuff you, shaking his head as he scratches at the stubble across his jaw, an expensive looking watch revealed as his sleeve pulls back.

“Don’t think so, not now. Two birds, one stone. Extra motivation and all that.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Plus she’s really made a nuisance of herself while she’s been here. Thanks to her, several of my guys barely have their balls intact.”

You hear Sam snicker and a glance to your left reveals just how pleased she looks with herself, smiling so hard she risks re-opening the split at the corner of her mouth.

“As for why?” Alex begins, “That goes back a little ways.”

“Ugh, here comes the monologue...” Sam grumbles, her words going either unheard or ignoring as he continues to speak over the top of her.

“See, when we were hired to take out your two pretty boys we were vastly underprepared. And yeah, ok, we managed to get some good shots in - do our fair share of damage - but it was nothing compared to what they did to us.” Alex fixes you in his gaze, eyes narrowing as he takes a step forward and leans in. “Do you have any idea how hard it is to recruit people in our line of work? Guys who’ve actually got a brain cell to go along with all the muscles?”

Unnerved by his close proximity, you lean back slightly into the wooden slats of the chair, swallowing thickly.

“And then when that Namjoon guy left, holy fuck, it got even worse!” he exclaims, making you jump when he suddenly slaps his knees and stands up straight, throwing his hands in the air. A quick look to your left shows Sam to be just as full of trepidation as you are, her throat bobbing as she wets her lips. “Your guys start working with the feds and now I can’t get shit done. They're bad for business, and it's about time someone put them down."

Movement captures your focus, and out of the corner of your eye, you note one of the men turning away from the group for a second or two as Alex continues to speak. The slender man raises a phone to his ear, murmuring too quietly for you to have a hope of hearing what’s being said.

"Besides, this is a public service we’re providing.” You quickly look away as the man finishes his phone call and turns back to the group, moving in close to Alex’s side. “I doubt the locals would be too happy if they knew their nice little town was infested with vampires ,” he spits the word like a slur, grimacing in distaste, and it’s only when his subordinate leans in to speak directly into his ear that Alex pauses his tirade, listening in intently.

Bad guys momentarily distracted, you glance at Sam, sure that your expression must be an almost perfect reflection of hers. Tense. Frightened. She mouths at you ‘what do we do?’ and you hate that all you can do is shrug in reply, as at a loss for what to do next as she is.

All you can hope is that if and when you surrogate family come and rescue you, they’ll realise this for the trap that it is and be adequately prepared. Surely you and Sam should be safe until then - if you’re the bait it makes no sense to harm you, right? At least… not in any significant way.

“Speak of the devil.” You jump in your seat as Alex suddenly claps his hands together, and when your head snaps back round to face him the smile you find waiting for you is one that’s entirely unsettling; wide as the jaws of a shark and with just as many teeth. Too busy enjoying the rapid darting of your eyes and nervous wetting of your lips, he doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he orders his men to ‘bring him in’ - a sentiment relayed via another short phone call by the man who originally passed on the message.

It takes a conscious effort to try and slow your breathing in the seconds that follow; soon light-headed from your panic-stricken panting. You desperately try to look past your captors towards the back of the room, unsure of who it is you’re even hoping to see. Is it Jimin? Is it Yoongi? Either way, the fact that Alex’s men seem to have already captured them can’t be a positive thing regardless of your longing to see a friendly face.

God, please let them be ok. Please let them be alright.

You hear heavy doors opening and slamming shut in a great jarring clash of metal, the room falling silent save the echoing footsteps that follow thereafter. Alongside each clean footfall, there’s an accompanying shuffle as though someone is dragging their feet - or rather, being dragged along - and the sense of unease in your stomach continues to grow with each pace that they draw nearer, ever closer to rounding the corner where you’ll finally be able to see.

Half pushed and half pulled into your line of sight, you softly utter his name as Namjoon comes into view. Flanked on either side, there’s a barrel of a gun pressed solidly into his ribs as he staggers forward in their grasp, growling deep when the shorter, unarmed man shoves into him from behind.

“Namjoon!” There’s no warmth in Alex’s greeting, no friendliness to be found in the smirk that twists his mouth as Namjoon is pushed to his knees in front of you all, thudding into the concrete. “Nice of you to join us.” The vampire totally ignores your presence, his focus solely on Alex as he lifts his head and fixes the man towering over him in an unforgiving stare.

“The pleasure’s all mine.” Namjoon’s reply is delivered through tightly gritted teeth, and his jaw clenches as his captor decides to nestle his gun right at the base of his neck, directly against his spine. “Obviously.” Alex chuckles, his head tilting to the side.

“I’m little surprised to see you,” he admits, and honestly Alex couldn’t have hit the nail better on the head if he’d have tried.

‘Surprise’ is a little bit of an understatement for how you’re feeling. Of all the vampires that could’ve appeared through that door, Namjoon was the last you’d have expected, and now he’s here in front of you, you can’t quite distinguish whether or not you’re glad about it. In the time in which you’ve known him, Namjoon’s been the root of your fears more often than the remedy. In fact, if anyone had asked you prior to him being knelt at your feet, you might’ve ventured a guess that he’d been involved in this plot too; one of Alex’s co-conspirators. It feels a little disconcerting, then, when you realise that instead of fright, it’s a sense of relief his appearance brings. Perhaps if he knows where you are then the others might, too.

Better the devil you know, right?

“I thought you were smarter than this,” Alex smirks, “Showing up here on your own. No backup, no plan.” He reaches out and takes hold of Namjoon’s sharp jawline, delight shining in his eyes as he inspects the vampire’s shabby appearance. “Looking like shit.”

You’re surprised Namjoon manages to restrain himself from biting Alex’s hand clean off with the way he’s glaring up at him, chest heaving with rage. It’s not even as though he’s restrained, and though you know Alex and his men will have no doubt armed themselves with silver in preparation for this, it still strikes you just how sure of himself the young man must be to risk manhandling Namjoon the way he is.

The vampire isn’t exactly putting up a fight, after all, so you can’t blame Alex being a tad over-confident. From the look of his clothes and the way he tripped and stumbled in, the untrained observer could be forgiven for thinking that Namjoon looks sickly - weak - but you know him better than to be so easily fooled.

Though his outward appearance may look worn, there’s a stark difference in Namjoon’s complexion now compared to the last time you saw him. Some of the colour has returned to his face, no longer so sunken or sallow, and where once before his eyes were flat and lifeless now they seem to shine with a fire that has your pulse thundering with anticipation of what he might do next. Like the master of deception he is, Namjoon is lulling them into a false sense of security. You’re sure of it.

A low, warning growl rumbles from his chest as he yanks his chin free of Alex’s grip, visibly seething as the human laughs and shakes his head in response, completely unphased.

“I guess even vampires aren’t immune when it comes to love’s foolishness, hm?” he goads, glancing at you with a fiendish grin, and for the first time since he entered the room, Namjoon’s gaze follows, meeting yours. It’s only for the most fleeting of moments but even that brief eye contact has you feeling as though you need to catch your breath, so full of complicated emotion that your lungs feel as though they’re full to the brim with it.

You can't deny the hate you feel for the awful things he's done, still frightened by his visage however grateful you might be to see it. He must’ve continued watching you after your encounter at the bar to know that you were in trouble, a thought that certainly doesn’t sit well with you at all, but... he’s still here. He came for you - put himself at risk - and you suppose that must count for something, regardless of whatever twisted reasoning might be behind it.

Alex approaches you; his slow, purposeful steps providing the distraction required to recapture Namjoon's attention and pull it away from you. Sharp, golden eyes narrow as he watches the young man close in on you, Namjoon's sharp jaw clenching.

"To have so many of them wrapped around your little finger," Alex muses softly, reaching out to you. Long fingers trace your cheek, your jaw, unfamiliar in their warmth, and you can hear a growl rumbling in Namjoon's chest so quiet it almost sounds like a cat's purr.

Without warning, Alex's thumb pushes past your lips and presses down against your tongue, roughly wrenching your jaw open despite your nonsensical squawks of protest and the thrashing of your head.

"This mouth must really be something special, huh?"

"Don't touch her!" Sam yells from beside you, her struggles rattling her chair as a scuffle simultaneously breaks out; Namjoon quickly forced back down to his knees by the hands of four men as he'd attempted to lunge, snarling and gnashing his teeth.

"Fuck you," Namjoon spits out as Alex laughs, amused by the display. He doesn't let up on the pressure against your tongue, tears of panic welling in your eyes as you struggle not to drool. "I should've killed you when I had the chance."

"You're right," Alex agrees. He pushes his thumb far enough back into your mouth to stimulate your gag reflex before swiftly removing it, smiling to himself as you wretch, tears spilling over and onto your cheeks. "You should've."

And it's then that you realise that the loathsome look on Namjoon's face is one you've seen before, back when the two of them had clashed before at the bar. Suddenly it's like everything clicks into place; Namjoon's animosity towards your coworker right from the offset and his warning that you weren't safe. He'd known who Alex was from the start. He'd seen this coming, weeks ago.

"You ok?" Sam whispers and you nod your bowed head, not wanting her to worry. There's a bad taste in your mouth and an ache in your throat, cheeks wet with the moisture that still clings to your eyelashes.

"What should we do with him?" You raise your head sharply, all your attention focused on the man who just spoke - the man whose gun remains pressed between Namjoon's shoulder blades.

"Put him down," Alex replies off-handedly, his back turned as though he's bored of you all. "It's not as though anyone will give a shit," he adds, and for the first time since you found yourself in this place anger courses through you. Like red hot fire it scorches through your veins, heart beating so hard you can feel it thudding in your temples.

How dare he so casually throw away a life like that? How dare he presume that there's no one left that would mourn him?

Your mouth opens, about to protest, but before you can speak Namjoon beats you to it. In the quiet of the room, he murmurs under his breath just loud enough to grab Alex's attention. He turns back, head tilted.

"Excuse me?" Alex enquires, stepping closer again. "You have some final words, is that it? Pearls of wisdom? Some last declaration of everlasting love?" Namjoon lifts his face from where he'd been busy glaring angrily at the floor, and as he looks up his change of expression has you frowning in confusion, bewildered by the smile that curls his lips.

"Just one thing," he replies. The silky softness of his voice seems loud in such a wide and empty room and in the pause that follows you unconsciously hold your breath, waiting to hear him speak again.

"Well?" Alex prompts, impatient, and Namjoon's smile grows when faced with such frustration, a devilish glimmer in his eyes as they land on you and his lips part, commanding you.

" Get down ."

Namjoon's yell is the trigger that sets off the explosion of sound that follows thereafter. Surrounded by angry shouts and ear-splitting bangs, your body seems to act purely on reflex, obeying Namjoon by ducking your head and screwing your eyes tight shut. Sam screams in fear next to you and it takes biting down on your lip so hard it splits to keep you from doing the same, your whole body trembling from the sudden adrenaline hit.

Metal doors slam and there's more banging, more shouting, and the chaos around you is ten times more frightening when you can't see what's going on so you open your eyes and then immediately wish you hadn't when you're greeted by the sight of one of Alex's men meeting his maker right before you; a demise made swift and brutal by the throwing knife that finds its mark in the side of his throat. You can't help the sound that tumbles out of you when he falls to his knees at your feet, eyes rolling back - a pathetic whimper of fright that no one else will be able to hear.

Another boom lifts your gaze from that macabre sight and now more bodies are pouring into the room, drawn by all the noise, and amongst them Jin and Jungkook and Jimin and oh god Jimin’s here and he -

A roar of rage and a flash of motion in front of you, bodies blurring together as one and it's not until they stop rolling across the filthy ground that you realise it's Alex and Namjoon - a flash of silver and teeth bared.

"HOSEOK!" Sam's yell turns your head just in time for you to see his boots hit the floor amongst the sound of gunfire, Yoongi landing next to him a mere second later with a grace unbefitting of the brutality surrounding them. There's a long knife clutched in each of his hands; weapons he's just about to use when Hoseok beats him to the punch and launches himself at the man who'd dared to approach them, neck broken and long dead before he's even hit the floor. Yours and Yoongi's eyes meet for just a second, long enough for yours to begin filling with tears. Relief and terror and love and all of it is just too much for you to even attempt to hold it back, the ache in your throat intensifying for every second longer that you look.

Hands on your hands jerk you back to reality, jumping in your seat one minute and then struggling the next, feet kicking out wildly until you realise the fingers brushing yours are cold, not warm, and a familiar voice whispers hurriedly into your ear.

"Noona, noona, it's ok," he promises and an unattractive sob escapes you when you feel Jungkook's lips brush fleetingly against your temple as he swiftly breaks you free of your bonds, snapping the thick rope like sewing thread. Next to you, Sam is being pulled to her feet, her newly freed hands clutching the thick harness straps running down either side of Hoseok’s chest.

“C’mon, let’s get you-” Alarm registers on Sam’s face as she turns to look at you, and just as Jungkook is wrapping one arm around your waist to lift you to your feet the two of you are suddenly knocked off balance, another body barrelling into Jungkook’s side. He goes sprawling backwards as you go the opposite way, your hands reaching out to brace your fall, palms grazing on the cold concrete. They take the brunt but you’re not quite able to save yourself in time to keep your head from smacking against the floor, and your vision spots and sparkles as you groan with the pain that explodes between your temples.

The room rages around you as you blink back the haze. You fight to remain conscious, forcing your head up only to be overcome with a wave of horrified nausea at the first thing you see; Namjoon just a few feet away, blood smeared around his mouth and dripping from his fingers. Alex is trapped beneath him, defeated, and your stomach roils at the sight of the rivulets of crimson pulsing from his torn open throat. It pools underneath him, staining his clothes and running into eyes that are still open wide and staring - unseeing.

Amongst the chaos Namjoon bends to drink, his eyes meeting yours as his mouth nears the source. The look of terror on your face has him pausing - hesitating in a way he never would’ve done before - but before you either one of you can say a word another loud and unfamiliar sound makes both your heads turn.

From across the other side of the room flames roar, the streams so vicious that you even you can feel their deadly heat from where you lay, sprawled across the floor. Both men and vampires are forced to dodge the flamethrower’s wide range as they continue to fight, and as the flames come closer and Namjoon springs to his feet, you soon follow - though you’re not nearly so graceful in motion. Your head swims as you stagger to your feet, head blindly turning this way and that in search of a friendly face to run towards but finding it hard to pick anyone out amongst the seemingly endless stream of Alex’s men that pour into the room.

They’re well prepared. Whether they carry a gun or a knife, each and every one is armed with silver and the knowledge of what it is they’re fighting - of their strengths and their weaknesses. Useful information, but you can tell that it scares them. You can see it in their eyes. Their attacks are frantic and uncoordinated having been caught off guard and without a leader to direct them, but that doesn’t make them any less lethal.

“Jimin!” Yoongi’s voice cuts through the noise and you spin on the spot to find him, eyes landing on him first and then quickly following his line of sight over to Jimin where he’s trapped on the far side of the room, surrounded by three of Alex’s men.

He’s fighting hard, his expression fierce, but it’s obvious he’s beginning to struggle as the two of them come at him with their long silver knives, blood already oozing from a defensive slash wound to his forearm. More worrying still is the third - a man with bright blonde hair stood back from the rest with a gun held out in front of him, the barrel swinging to and fro as he tries and fails to take aim whilst Jimin is still moving so fast.

Outnumbered, though, it won't take long until Jimin’s overwhelmed; pinned down and held in place to deliver a final, fatal blow. It's a thought that has your stomach in knots, the same desperate look on your face as the one Yoongi's wearing as his efforts to reach Jimin are thwarted by another of Alex's men. He's forced to stop - to fight - screaming out his frustration as his blade swings.

Helpless, your eyes sweep the room. None of the others seem to have noticed that Jimin’s in trouble, too preoccupied with defending themselves - or in Taehyung's case, revelling in the assault. Seeing him now, throwing himself onto the back of the man wielding the flamethrower and ripping his throat out with nothing but his teeth, you're perfectly able to imagine the menace Taehyung had confessed he once was.

A punch to his solar plexus catches Jimin off guard and knocks him off balance, crying out as his attacker takes advantage of his falter and slashes open his shoulder, the other aiming for his side. Injured, Jimin isn't quick enough to recover. They grab a hold of him as he staggers backward, clutching his ribs, and your stomach drops as they force him to expose his chest to the gun trained on him, arms pinned behind his back and a knife pressed to his throat.

As if sensing that these are his final moments, Jimin’s eyes find yours amongst the chaos. Helplessness isn't an expression you're used to seeing on Jimin’s face but he wears it well now, eyebrows furrowed and eyes pressing closed as he cries out in pain at the blow he receives to his already injured side.

It's not a conscious thought that has you suddenly rushing forward into the fray - no grand decision to suddenly be brave. It's nothing but instinct and adrenaline that drives you toward danger, only vaguely aware of Jimin shouting for you to stop as your fist closes around the barrel of the gun. You're unsuccessful at yanking it from his grasp but you're an effective distraction at the very least, yelling a war cry as you try to wrestle it out of his hands, any fear for your own safety long since gone.

You can smell his breath as the man screams at you; stale cigarette smoke that has yellowed the teeth he bares. His large fingers pry yours from the metal roughly, bending them till you're forced to let go, and he laughs as he lashes out and strikes you with it, the butt of the gun slamming into your jaw. Pain ricochetes through bone and takes your breath away, barely conscious enough to register just how much of a mistake you've made until you feel cold metal wedged against your ribs and your body goes rigid, an unfamiliar hand gripping your waist tight.

"Stupid bitch," he grunts as Jimin shouts your name. He's frantically trying to wrestle free of his captors in spite of the knife threatening to slice into his flesh. You close your eyes, unable to stand the sight of utter panic written on his face. You don't want your last look of him to be one so miserable as this.

The barrel of the gun jabs sharply between your ribs and makes you whimper; makes your legs feel so weak that they'd give out if it weren't for your pride.

If you're going to die, it sure as hell won't be on your knees.

If you're going to die… you wish you could tell them you love them one last time.

Bracing yourself, you clench your teeth and press your eyes shut even tighter as the gunman says something you refuse to give him the honour of hearing. You wish he’d just get on with it. You wish he’d -

Suddenly, you’re being grabbed - dragged - and when your eyes reflexively snap open it’s Jin’s face you see, the bridge of his nose purpled with bruises. He barely looks at you, though, too quick to toss you to the side and then launch himself at Alex’s men to spare you anything other than the most fleeting of touches to your cheek; a tender gesture in the midst of such violence.

It’s Yoongi’s arms that catch you - Yoongi’s arms that hold you back as you twist and turn, completely disorientated. You don’t even realise it’s him until he forcibly takes hold of your face and insists look at him, eye to eye, and it’s only then you realise how hard you’re breathing; how sopping wet your cheeks are.

“Jimin,” you choke out, barely able to speak for the fear that grips you, “Jimin, he-”

“He’s ok,” he coos, his thumbs dirty as they stroke back and forth along your cheeks, smearing black across your skin. “You’re ok. We’ve got you.” Yoongi tries to pull you into an embrace but you resist, unable to believe the words he keeps repeating without seeing it for yourself. With a thundering heart, you turn in the circle of his arms this and that and soon see that what he’s been trying to tell you is, in fact, true - it really does seem as though the tides are turning in your favour.

There are only small pockets of fighting left - loyal stragglers that haven’t yet fled that Namjoon and Taehyung are quickly taking care of with ruthless efficiency. There’s blood smeared around both their mouths and looking around you see that they aren’t the only ones that have taken advantage of this opportunity for a fresh meal. Jin’s busily draining what’s left of the man that had threatened your life and you watch with wonder as his bruises begin to fade before your eyes.

And Jimin…

Jimin’s safe. Although bleeding, he’s still conscious, and the room has quietened enough now that amongst the sounds of gluttonous feeding and Taehyung’s whoops of joy you can hear him groan as Jungkook helps him to his feet. Jimin looks to you, and though his hair’s stained with blood and his body looks near broken as he limps his way forward, you’re still able to summon a smile.

You’ve never felt relief like this before - never experienced such a swing between high and low in such short space of time. It has you dizzy. Euphoric.

“He needs to feed,” you tell Yoongi, so giddy that you’re almost giggling as you say the words. You slip out of his arms before he can protest, utterly blind to any danger that may remain as you rush forward, not noticing until too late the searching hand of one Jimin’s earlier attackers.

Clinging to consciousness, he reaches beyond the pool of blood in which he lays. His fingers close around his comrades gun and he lifts it, selects you as his target and takes aim.

If someone asked, you couldn’t say where exactly the bullet hit you. You couldn’t say you saw it coming, either, nor give an opinion on which was worse; bracing for death or having it take you by surprise.

The pain of it takes your breath away, gasping your inhale as you stagger back from the force of it. You can’t seem to inflate your lungs, your whole chest burning as you feel yourself falling, but even as you tip backwards Jimin’s face is the only thing that you can see. He catches you in his arms to cushion your fall and your hands - scrambling, shaking - clutch onto his shoulders as your mouth flails uselessly, silently pleading for help in gasping, gulping breaths.

You can’t breathe. You can’t breathe .

Your focus changes, wild eyes fixing on Yoongi and reaching for him - reaching but he can’t seem to see past the blood that’s dripping from his hands as he lifts them from your side, too shellshocked to speak let alone cry the way Jimin is doing. Knelt at your side he has the side of his face pressed to your chest, his ear left above your heart as his shoulders shake and heave. As if somehow if he can just focus on your heart he can somehow keep it beating.

Your fingers twitch with the want to run them through his hair but you can’t seem to feel them anymore. You’re heavy and weightless all at once, your vision fuzzy and fading around the edges, and somewhere in the distance, you can hear sorrowful sobs. Jungkook, you think. He’s calling for his noona and hearing it almost makes you smile in spite of everything - in spite of the ache inside your chest.

Jimin looks up - his face wet with tears and eyes red-rimmed - and it strikes you then how familiar his expression is. It’s exactly as he looked as he knelt over Yoongi before, in a situation almost identical to this, and you want more than anything to reach out to him and tell him that he’ll be ok. To run your fingertips along the face you so adore just one last time.

Yoongi will look after him. Give Jimin all the love you haven’t had the time to give.

They’ll look after each other, you know that for sure.

You feel your smile falter. It’s harder to open your eyes, now, and you feel Jimin shake you, hear him call out your name. His tears are dripping on your face and his mouth is on yours and you can feel them shaking but he’s slipping away.

He’s slipping further and further away from you and try as you might, you can’t summon the will to stay.

Are you leaving, or is he? You’re not sure any more.

A voice calls out into the darkness as it lures you in, but it’s not your name that you hear - nor is it Jimin’s or Yoongi’s; Jungkook’s or Jin’s. One word. Loud and clear as it’s repeated again and again.

The knell of a bell.

‘Hyung! Hyung! Hyung!’

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iamkatehardy · 5 years

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Do You Feel In Charge? (Bane x Wayne Reader) - Part 1

Requests: @tarjanisfrye: “ Hello dear! Hope you're doing fine. I want to know if I could request some Bane /fem reader named Amara, in where Talia questions the time Bane spends watching over Amara instead of, you know, doing his thing as Gotham's Reckoning? Thanks! ♡”

@deaflikehawkeye: “ Bane where he falls for Batman's daughter who is a crime fighter turned villain. Who he teams up with and who has no idea that he likes her.”

@udontadixonlover : “ Bane request: Our reader wants to join the ranks of Bane’s Reckoning. She wants to watch Gotham burn and the rich become as lowly as everyone else. Bane is IMMEDIATELY turned on at how she carries herself and her goal. She’s a keen fighter and not afraid to get her hands dirty. (😏 in both ways 😂) then maybe Big Papa wants her and takes her. Whatever Daddy wants...Daddy takes. 🖤” & “Okay...Bane OBVS Maybe, during “Gotham’s Reckoning” our reader maybe has a problem with some of Bane’s new recruits? They end up trying to touch her up and cue Mad!Angry!Bane. He shows them who she belongs to, then the Dom!Bane develops? I don’t know 😂 I do try and think these things through...honestly! 😂🖤”

Anon : “ Hi love ur writing can u do 168 174 188 from the prompt list with bane please.”

Anon: ” I was going through your smut prompts, for scientific purposes of course, and I stumbled upon these 3 and my mind went to Bane... think you can get can an idea for somethin’? 12) “Don’t be so rough. There can’t be any marks.” 54) “C’mere, you can sit on my lap until I’m done working.” 55) “What? Does that feel good?” “

Anon: “ Smutty Dom Bane where the reader kind of bullies Bane for the lack of sex/woman he has, but he proves it otherwise” – I’ve answered this ask, so it might not be LITERALLY this

Anon: “ Smutty Bane drabble with the reader being a total sex kitten for him and getting rewarded for being such a good, obedient girl please!”

A/N: So, although it’s not much, I decided to post what I have so far because I haven’t posted in ages😥😥 ❤ Hopefully, I will finish it tomorrow or after and post it , with all the smut and the fluff I owe you 😍

Do You Feel In Charge?

Years after Batman’s mysterious disappearance, Gotham was said to be cleaned from crime, thanks to an intricate web of lies and deception. But there’s no rest for the wicked, is there? The League of Shadow had wreaked havoc upon the city and it was, once again, plunged in crime, violence and anarchy. Those were dark days for Gotham.

There was only one thing people needed; the only thing that could save them, the same one thing you despised the most: Batman. The masked hero, once seen as people’s savior, had been your erstwhile hero too, the example of everything you wanted to be; but sometimes things change.

More than a billionaire, more than a businessman, more than Gotham’s vigilante, Bruce Wayne was your father. Although he successfully raised you alone, giving you the best education he could and providing everything a child might want, Bruce was far from being the perfect father. In your view, his obsession with Gotham had gone way too far, costing him his relationship with you.

When you came of age, you decided to leave your hometown and find your calling elsewhere. As for your father, he had been hiding from society; no one had seen or heard about him for a very long time. After several years studying abroad, you finally got a call from him, for the first time in a long while. You didn’t expect him to tell you he missed you, or that he loved you, there was never an expression of love or nurture on his part; the subject was almost invariably the family’s business. You couldn’t quite put your finger on it, but something was making him restless and he made it clear he wanted you in Gotham.

The return to Gotham was somehow painful; everything in that place reminded you that your father had always chosen it over you.

Just as you suspected, Bruce’s phone call had an ulterior motive. The nightmare was real again when he asked for your help to save Gotham. In all those years out of the damn city, you almost forgot all the hatred and need for revenge that once consumed you, but hearing Bruce’s unexpected request, those voracious feelings struck you again, like a lightning, tearing off a piece of your being and leaving searing pain in its place. He had trained you for years, pushing you to be better than he ever was, with a single purpose in mind only: you knew it hadn’t been for your protection, but to protect Gotham, when he could no longer do it for himself. The truth was he was a wreck, the corporation was a wreck, the whole city was a wreck, so he placed his hope in you.

A silent agreement was forged between you two when he took you to the Batcave, to give you all the information he gathered about the enemy: the possible locations, the possible plans and the possible ways to destroy him. What Bruce didn’t know was that your plans for Gotham didn’t match up his.

One night, you found yourself in front of the mirror, glaring, looking beyond your own reflection, faced with impossible choices that seemed to be wrecking your mind and tormenting your soul. After a long reflection, without clear answers, you took a deep painful breath and steeled yourself.

After leaving the manor, cloaked in the silence of the night and the darkness that befell the city, you wandered through the streets.

The enemy of my enemy is my friend; it was time to find an ally. Although trying to reach Bane could have an unexpected outcome and you were uncertain of your fate, you were unafraid of what was about to come; a storm isn't always just bad weather, and a fire can be the start of something.

After many years of training, of disciplining and struggle, you had the ability to move like a shadow in the night, like a wraith. You were only seen when you wanted to be seen, and heard when you wanted to be heard; no movement betrayed you and no sound gave you away, unless it was your wish. This favored you, since being noticed ahead of time would certainly be your death sentence. Ready for everything for the sake of your goal, you slithered soundlessly into the sewers, avoiding the henchmen who patrolled the huge underground maze. Sneaking into Bane’s territory was a dangerous feat, requiring sacrifice, skill, but foremost inhuman bravery; one wrong move and it would end in a disaster.

When you found his chambers, for a moment you almost lost your breath; although he was laid resting in an old mattress, he still had a strapping, strong, intimidating figure, a beast that could certainly kill with his hands. With extreme caution, you slid against the cold wall, until you reached his desk, full of maps and papers.

The instant he heard the page flipping sound, he became alert immediately, swinging his legs over the mattress and getting up out of the bed.

Sliding from the shadows and into the dim light that shone on the wall, you gradually revealed yourself.

Bane merely squinted, observing you in silence, before he moved towards you. His muffled breaths through the mask echoed around the chamber and his hands hung on his jacket lapels.

“Let’s see. What have we got here?” – With a slight frown, he cocked his head, waiting for an answer. His broad frame shadowed your figure, much smaller in comparison to his.

“That depends on you, I guess.” – You met his stare, not flinching for a second.

“The question is how did you get here?” – He circled his hand around your neck, squeezing it lightly. – “And where are the rest of them?” – His penetrating gaze studied your face.

“I came in peace, to make a proposal. There’s no rest of them, I work alone most of the time; it makes it much easier to stay undetected, as you can tell.” – You gave him a brief, dirty look, before you suggestively looked down at his hand, with which he held your neck. – “Isn’t that an important trait in an ally?”

“It takes a backbone to be out here alone, I gotta give that to you. But what exactly makes you think you can call yourself an ally of mine?”

“It has been brought to my attention that you want to destroy Gotham. Now, if this were to be true, we would have a common goal.”

“Destroy Gotham?! And though she be but little, she is fierce.” – He mockingly said, letting go of your neck and grabbing your chin instead. – “And what has Gotham done to you?”

“Not Gotham itself, but the other important part of the equation you keep forgetting about: Batman. Gotham is Batman’s kryptonite, so that’s where I’ll strike.”

“Batman is not in the picture anymore.” – Crossing his arms, he started pacing around the room

“Please allow me to correct what you said; he’s not in the picture yet, but he’s planning to be back soon.”

Bane turned around and just looked at you in silence, for a while.

“I know his every move before he makes it; I know exactly how he thinks… His plans, his fears, his goals, his strengths and weaknesses… ” – Your icy stare mesmerized him. – “I’d say I know him way better than your League of Shadows does.” - A sassy smirk appeared on your lips.

“Oh, and just how would you know all that?” – Thoughtful, he narrowed his eyes,

“Because he has been mentoring me, ever since I was a child.”

“Now, that’s a surprise.”

“I can give him to you. What you do with him is entirely up to you, as long as you get him out of our way.” – You looked at him, moving closer with a smirk on your face. – “Alone we're impressive, but together, we're a force to be reckoned with; we can take this city down.”

He couldn’t help admiring your determination, but he had questions about you and your past.

“I’m sorry, who are you again?” – He took a deep breath, moving closer, inches away from you, as if testing you.

“I’m (Y/N), formerly known by the name Amara Wayne.”

“Wayne, as in Wayne Enterprises?” – He raises his eyebrows in disbelief.

“And as in Bruce Wayne. Let’s not stand in ceremony here, we both his little secret.” – You shrugged.

“Don’t tell me you’re his sweetheart.” – A sneering chuckle was heard behind the mask.

“Oh, no, I’m his child.”

With that, he fell silent and pensively nodded, staring straight into your deep eyes.

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sapphicscholar · 7 years

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hey so i have a stupid funny prompt that popped into my head, could you write sanvers watching taxi brooklyn together, cue alex not seeing the uncanny resemblance between her and cat, maggie continually telling her, and maggie criticizing everyone lol

Here you go! It’s also posted on AO3 if anyone would prefer to read there (or if other folks have watched Taxi Brooklyn and want to commiserate there in the comments). Fair warning for spoilers for the show and pure crack ahead.

It had all started with Maggie coming home from work excitedly declaring that she had found a new show for them to watch. “Babe! I found your TV twin!” she had insisted, holding out her phone to a skeptical Alex, who had refused to admit any resemblance. “When you see her in action, you’ll see it,” Maggie maintained.

Which is how they found themselves curled up on their couch one rainy Saturday morning, intent on binging several episodes. During the first episode, Maggie insisted, time and again, that the resemblance was truly uncanny. Refusing to budge on her position, Alex shook her head. “Absolutely not! Look at how short her hair is!”

“Babe,” Maggie whined, “you’d look like her with short hair.”

“I don’t wear that much plaid.”

“But how great would it be if you did? Also, maybe you should give that open-flannel over sexy ribbed tank top thing a shot…just saying, it’d be hot.”

“It’s hot on her. On me…no, I’d look funny.”

“That’s so not true. Also, I’m totally shipping your character with the ME. I think they’d make an excellent couple.”

“You’ll ship any two pretty women who talk to each other,” Alex retorted, feeling more than a little proud of herself for having remembered the definition of shipping after learning all about fandom from Maggie. “Plus, she’s not my character!”

Maggie just sighed loudly and rolled her eyes; she’d get Alex to see it eventually. As she focused more on the plot, though, Maggie grew increasingly frustrated with their depictions of police work. “You can’t just commandeer a taxi!” Then, a few minutes later: “You don’t just go with your gut! God, Alex, your character is a terrible detective!”

“She’s not me!” Alex shot back.

By the time they got to the third episode and Annabella was introduced, Maggie cackled, “Oh my god! Cat even has her own Vicky Donahue!”

“What do you mean? They’re just friends, Maggie.”

“Yeah…just like you and I are gal pals that share a bed and casually fuck but just like BFFs do, right?”

“Not the same.”

“They’re talking about practicing kissing, for god’s sake!” Maggie yelled, nearly upending the popcorn in her excitement to make her point.

Alex paused, rewinding to hear that scene again. “No!” she countered. “They were practicing kissing the same neighbor boy! That’s totally different.”

“You know it’s just one stop short of turning to each other and cutting out the middle man. Literally.”

“Speaking from experience?” Alex asked, arching an eyebrow as she paused the show and turned to regard Maggie more closely.

“What? No…”

“That’s a big yes.”

“It’s a no…just, well, a nuanced no? There are a lot of straight girls in college who really want to know what it’s like to kiss a girl and all.”

“And you were only too happy to satisfy their curiosity?”

“I satisfied something.” Maggie preened as Alex scowled. “C’mon, you love me.”

“You’re okay.”

“It’ll do. Now hit play! I need to find out what happens.”

By the sixth episode, both Maggie and Alex had grown quite vocal in their commentary. It helped that they had begun drinking after lunch—just beer, but enough to loosen their tongues.

“You can’t just take your friend to interview a serial killer! No captain would allow that!” Maggie yelled at the screen, tossing a handful of popcorn, even though she knew she’d be the one to vacuum it up later.

“It’s a show,” Alex whispered, pressing kisses to Maggie’s temple and stroking a hand through her hair.

And to her credit, Maggie did let that particular point go in favor of complaining as soon as she first suspected that the new serial killer might be a woman. “Statistically that is so unlikely. And are they really going to make the killer a queer woman? That’s so rude. I mean, yeah, I’d be in love with Cat too.” In response to Alex’s glare, she added, “Because she looks so much like you, duh. But we’re not all villains! When is television going to do right by us?”

“I thought the biggest problem was all of the shows that kill us off.” Alex tilted her head to the side, trying to remember the list of dead lesbian characters Maggie had once rattled off to her—Dana, Tara, Lexa, probably more names ending with ‘a’s too.

“Well, that’s its own separate issue. But also TV shows somehow think it’s gonna be a big plot twist to have some crazy jealous, possessive lesbian who goes crazy and murders her ex or some girl she’s in love with even though they’ve barely met or something. It’s rude. I hate it.”

“Do you hate it more than the bury your gays trope, though?”

Considering it for a moment, Maggie shook her head. “No. If they’d get a little more innovative with it, I wouldn’t mind the gay villains. Very campy. Lots of history there. But stop having us do the same damn thing over and over again. We literally fill the halls of English Departments and MFA programs and art schools! We’re more creative than they give us credit for,” she huffed.

Once Maggie was vindicated in her suspicions about the show, they took a break to get themselves another round of beers and make out for a while to “make up for the lack of overt queerness on the show,” Maggie had insisted, though as they let the seventh episode play, she went back to insisting that Cat was quite clearly a lesbian.

Alex laughed it off, until the show cut to a scene of Cat making out with Rhys and looking terribly uncomfortable as she pulled away, finding that she just couldn’t do it. “Well…that is a bit familiar,” she chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly.

“Danvers, she is literally you – those are your mannerisms!”

Alex shook her head at Maggie and looked back at the screen just in time to see Cat transition seamlessly from aggressively making out with Rhys to pinning him on his stomach. “What the fuck?” Alex laughed.

“Oh my god…was she trying to peg him?” Maggie cackled. “If this isn’t proof that Cat is as gay as you are, I don’t know what is.”

“I think she was trying to arrest him?”

“That’s not fun. Unless it’s role play,” Maggie added with a wink.

“But they wouldn’t really imply that she was trying to, you know…would they?”

“It’s based on a French film,” Maggie shrugged. “Plus, I bet Gregg was into it.”

“Ew, he’s so gross.”

“True. But also you and your doppelganger are also both so gay.”

“We don’t look alike,” Alex huffed. “Seriously, she’s got more freckles than I do. And her hair is lighter. And shorter. Also, I feel like we’re built differently.”

“Freckles can be covered with makeup. Hair can be cut and dyed different colors. And as the person who is perhaps most intimately familiar with your body and your build, I’m telling you, you’re totally twins. Also, you act similarly.”

“You were just calling her a bad cop!”

“Okay, not like that. I mean, she’s not following procedures, but I’m talking about your temperaments. You’re both a little…angry?”

“You’re not helping your case.”

“I meant to say passionate!”

—

As the credits for the twelfth episode rolled, Alex clicked play to go on to the next episode, only to find that an entirely new show began. Grumbling, she clicked back to the main menu to get back to their show, only to find that episode 12 was apparently the last episode of the season. “Mags!” she yelled to Maggie, who had gotten up to find some dessert. There was nothing like staying on the couch all day to tire them out.

“What?” Maggie yelled back, making her way into the living room balancing a box of cookies and a carton of vegan ice cream.

“Where can we stream season two?”

“There isn’t a season two.”

“Excuse me?”

“It got cancelled.”

“So you’re telling me that we’re never going to know what happens? Will Gregg get arrested? Will Cat get arrested? Is Leo’s roommate okay? Is his family okay? Is Cat’s mom alive? Was she on the boat? Is Annabella going to jail? Oh my god, there are so many fucking questions! Why would you let us watch a show that got cancelled?”

“You said you didn’t even like the show that much,” Maggie tried by way of a defense, though she had to admit, she’d expected a more satisfying ending too.

“Just because it’s not my favorite doesn’t mean I don’t want to know how it ends!”

Maggie’s face suddenly lit up and she nearly threw the desserts in her excitement as she began gesticulating wildly—one of the surest signs that she had crossed the line from tipsy to drunk. “Oh my gosh! Wait! You already look like Cat, then we can get J’onn to shapeshift into Leo and find people who look enough like the other characters—no! Wait! J’onn can play them all! Except Cat, because you already look like her. And we’ll create our own finale to answer all the questions!”

Alex burst out laughing only to find that Maggie had dropped off the desserts and already had a pen and notepad in hand. “Okay, first question,” Maggie began. “How long into this finale do we have to wait for you to come out?”

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kylosrehn · 6 years

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oh. oh. so that's how we're doing this? fine then. (I kid I love the excuse to send you LOTS) favorite character to write about this year? any new fics to start next year? events you participated in this year? fics you wanted to write but didn’t? a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read?

spamming me is actually the way to my heart, this is facts

• favorite character to write about this year:

honestly i’m torn between ophelia and leopold (as in, framework fitz.) i loved exploring ophelia, giving her a backstory and developing her character (because ahem, canon failed to do so), putting her in different scenario/aus and just having fun with her in general. i tried to stick to the (brief) canonic characterisation of her in like, the first half of 4x21, before everything went to shit, and obviously the madame hydra characterisation as much as i could, but admittedly a lot of it was my own personal input/shared headcanons and i guess that’s what made it so fun. that’s not to say she’s a blank canvas, but because canon didn’t really expand on her character (she was human for like, what, less than a day?) a lot of it was down to personal interpretation to fill in the blanks. !always human ophelia, for example, would obviously be totally different to the canon enhanced/inhuman/freshly 3d printed version of her and so on. basically it was really fun to try and figure out what she’d be like had canon not done her so dirty.

and, of course, leopold. it’s true that watching/writing/reading about villains is often more fascinating than focusing on the protagonist. i stand by what i’ve said before - he is my favourite aos character. yeah, he was in four episodes, and yeah he’s technically not a separate character at all - but it feels like he is and that’s basically the interpretation i ran with most of the time, treating the framework as an alternate, separate universe as opposed to a virtual reality. hell, even within that virtual reality, he’s just so vastly different, so deliciously depraved that it makes it super fun to explore his character further. there’s just so much more to him than meets the eye and i fondly remember all the days i spent over the summer just coming up with and discussing headcanons about his upbringing, his father and mother, his academy years and rise to power at hydra. that’s the great thing about the framework - the parts it gives you are fantastic, but the parts it doesn’t give you are even better. so a lot of it was exploring his past and his future (babiesssss. !dad leopold might just be my favourite thing, like, ever. the mad, scary doctor caring for a baby. it kills me. him worrying that he’s going to let his child down and become just like his father. the angsssst). he’s so complex and so evidently deeply troubled and absolutely tragic and i love it. he’s not a black and white, “he’s evil and that’s it” kind of character. he’s passionate and determined; he wants to love and be loved, but because of the constant pressure via his father and the absence of his mother, he’s not quite sure how to go about showing it. it’s so fun to explore his voice because he’s canonically savage and just so… like, there’s something so chilling about his stoic demeanor (notice how he only has angry outbursts in private.) i can’t begin to explain how fun it is to poke around his head and explore why he does what he does - he’s convinced he’s saving people, okay, he literally believes that - and how he deals with the complications that arise (inhuman baby, that will be all.)

tl;dr: leopold “the doctor” fitz is fucked up and i absolutely love it.

any new fics to start next year?

not entirely sure if this is a fic rec or a wip question tbh, so i’m basically gonna give a brief run-down of my fic to-do-list: okay, so i have like three fitz/skye fics i still need to write (as in, plot bunnies that will literally keep driving me insane until i finally get my shit together and get them down on virtual paper). the first one is a (late) christmas-based fic where they’re both working at hydra and he’s her scrouge-like boss who, outwardly, hates joy and love and christmas. one day, after a phone call from his mother, he tells skye he’s got a proposal for her (literally and figuratively speaking). cue a fake-dating trope fic with christmas fluff and a scottish backdrop. basically “the proposal” but with less deportation and more christmas.

the second one is the framework fitz/skye post-revolution prison au (totally inspired by your three sentence prompt fill, which i love.) listen, i love torturing him and the entire prison sequence from 5x05 stole my heart, depression prison beard and all. so, it’s more of that, plus a lot of healing in a motel room.

and the third one, which is less of a solid idea and more of a vague outline in my head: a lowkey star wars au. well. a part of it. soulbond i guess? whatever you want to call it. basically i can’t stop thinking about the two of them being psychically linked and appearing to each other at the most inconvenient of times and falling in love like idiots despite the fact that he’s the literal actual head of hydra and she’s a newly-turned-inhuman and, you know, a devoted resistance member. basically, she’s his redemption arc.

also i’m gonna try and finally fill the prompts in my inbox, because i’m always yelling for more and then they just sit there and i end up hoarding.

events you participated in this year?

i really started writing proper aos fic in the second half of the year, so i didn’t get a chance to join all that many, but hopefully i’ll join more of these in 2018.

• fitzsimmonsnetwork secret santa 2017• aospositivitynet secret santa 2017• skyeward big bang(because i like to mix it up a little. also because like no aos fic writing event accounts for my fav aos ship, rip)

fics you wanted to write but didn’t?

SO. MANY. too many arguably. like, i’m so bad. i’ll probably update this post if/when i upload an actual unfinished fic dump 2017 part II, because tbh i’ve been toying with the idea for a while.

okay, so there’s:

1. the literal very first aos fic i started writing, a direct result of all my pent-up anger and frustration at that lame-ass finale. i decided a fix-it fic was in order, where it basically diverges from canon around halfway through 4x21 (before that scene) and ophelia’s pardoned and allowed to stay, albeit under close surveillance and basically locked up in the containment module and the team has to learn to deal with it and accept her while fitz helps her come to terms with what it really means to be human. also, feelings don’t just get thrown away instead of being properly addressed because that’s lazy writing and you can love more than one person at a time, god fucking damn it). while this is still unfinished, it admittedly later evolved into a broader collab verse known as “team au.”

2. fitz/ophelia ‘we kind of broke up because you chose jemma and now we’re meeting again years later in new york and i never realised how much i missed you until you started chasing me down the street’ au.

3. this one canon-divergence (though canon can’t prove me wrong, so technically…) au where the framework is still the framework and everything is pretty much the same except ophelia’s pregnant (look, in 4x16 when he’s getting all worked up about “i have to protect you, i have to…” and she grabs his hand i literally thought for a moment that she was going to place it against her stomach and they’d do an oh-my-god-baby reveal, but they’re not ballsy enough to go there, so it’s mostly just wishful thinking BUT STILL) so when daisy quakes her out the window, well. in other words: ANGST.

4. this one fic where fitz and ophelia went to high school together but never really interacted until one party during the summer of their freshman year of college, realise they have feelings for each other and sleep together literally under the stars before he moves across the country because of college and a prestigious internship. shortly after term starts, ophelia realises she’s pregnant. cue long-distance internet pining, several failed attempts to confess/meet up in person, and and lots of hurt/comfort as ophelia slowly learns to accept her situation and make the best of it. plus some father-daughter bonding. it sounds really lame now i guess, but it’s really an idea that’s been with me for a long time and i’ve plotted and planned it and thought about it a lot so i would really love to push myself to just sit down and word vomit it out at some point. i promised myself i’d do in december/over christmas, but of course that didn’t happen, so hopefully sometime in january. it’s kind of a pet project of mine so i’ll be really disappointed in myself if i just let it go, even though the fitz/ophelia ship is as good as dead by now and i’d probably just be writing it for myself more so than for any real kind of audience. (yeah, i still have a soft spot for this ship, mostly because of the chest-tightening nostalgia i get whenever i think about it and the literal hours i’d spent being so completely invested in it over the summer. will i ever get over it? probably not.)

there’s a bunch of other stuff i always wanted to explore (leopold backstory, framework-canon hydra uprising, framework post-canon revolution, etc.) but never really got far enough in any other stuff to go into detail about them here (i really have to properly sift through my docs at some point, it’s literally a fic dump of headcanons/ideas from like, three months of hardcore obsessing all summer) but i guess one simple conclusion can be drawn from all this: i have a thing for angst, redemption arcs and pregnancy/baby fic, not necessarily in that order.

a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read?

this is such a hard question because 1. i’ve read a lot of stuff from like, a weird mix of different fandoms, 2. with my ‘unfortunate/problematic’ choice of ships/favourite characters it’s hard to pick something everyone would enjoy. however:

for this empire, after night - i know the kylo ren/rey pairing isn’t for everyone (see above), but in my defense this isn’t really a shippy fic at all. it may, however, be one of the damn most beautiful things i’ve read in a long, long time. the descriptions, the imagery. it’s breathtaking (and really puts my own miserable scribbling into perspective)

#replies #ilosttrackofthings #as per usual this got away from me #it's basically a meta or something welp #writing #fic tag #long post

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commander-yinello · 7 years

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The Matchmakers - Part 7

Art made by the amazing @bambz-art!

@setthestarsxnfire and I wrote this one together! Hope you enjoy! This one is long so more under the cut~

MC: It’s a beautiful day! Jaehee Kang: We should do something together V: Agreed, it’s been awhile since we went out as a group. ZEN: Like what? 707: Let’s go to the fair~!! ✧◕ヮ◕✧ ZEN: We’ve already been to the fair

Yoosung★: Oh? Since when :3 Saeran: ‘We’? ZEN: Since ZEN: Ehm ZEN: No no, I misspoke ZEN: I’ve never been there Jumin Han: … MC: Great! MC: Then it’s settled, let’s all go! Jaehee Kang: I don’t know if it’s something for me. MC: Jaehee, it’s not the same without you (;﹏;) 707: MC’s secret weapon has been activated! Jaehee Kang: Ah! I will go, MC! Jaehee Kang: Don’t cry! MC: Yaaayyy!! Jumin Han: I really should finish writing these reports. V: Come on Jumin, it’s Sunday. V: Zen, you will be there, I hope? ZEN: Hah… I suppose I can’t refuse if everyone wants to see me Jumin Han: Alright, I’ll join. MC: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) Yoosung★: Saeran, you’re not going to protest as well, right? Saeran: Saeyoung is already dragging me out the door ⌐.⌐ 707: Whoo~!

★★★★★★

V looked around the car, slightly uncomfortable as he sat in the co-pilot seat. “Honestly, Saeyoung, you didn’t have to pick me up”. The redhead in question was driving, but V swore the hacker had rolled his eyes. He took a deep breath before he started to talk. “It’s faster this way! Besides, if you had called a cab you might have end up lost in an alternative universe, or in a time loop”. He laughed, and the photographer heard Saeran scoff and mutter various curse words. V couldn’t help but smile a little at the words of the older twin. “Saeyoung, I think you just missed the fair because you were distracted with V.” Saeran said as he placed his phone back in his pocket, annoyed. “Seriously...” The oldest of the three chuckled, looking around to check. Saeyoung had indeed missed the fair, but his eyes were still in the road. “Your brother is probably looking for a better spot to park his car, Saeran.” Saeyoung immediately nodded, biting his lip. “Yeah! I can’t just let my baby park in the main entrance!” V saw through the rear-view mirror how Saeran raised a brow in a mocking manner. He mouthed something as well, his attitude reminding him of the way his own sister used to act when she was a teenager. It was quite obvious that the younger twin did care about his family, he just had a rough way to express it. Actually, if he thought about it, maybe that was what had happened with Zen and Jumin; although V couldn’t be sure. The car skidded to a halt, and the owner parked it neatly between two other cars. The walk to the fair wasn’t a long one and when they arrived at the entrance, he was surprised to see that everyone was already there. Saeyoung pouted, before laughing out loud. “I was supposed to be the very first one to arrive!” He faked a sob, hiding his face in his hands. “My life is ruined~!” Jumin, who was standing quite close – but not enough – to Zen, crossed his arms over his chest, looking completely bored. “Hello. What did you have planned, Saeyoung? I would like not to waste too much time.” The redhead in question released another fake sob, before he started to laugh maniacally, like those villains in Disney movies. “Calm down, Mr. Fuzzypants!” He twirled around, pausing a moment. “We’ll be exploring the haunted house!” The hacker now resembled the Cheshire cat, his grin bigger than Zen’s ego. Zen’s eyes widened for a fraction of time, and Jumin tensed. That didn’t go unnoticed by Saeyoung, who immediately smirked and teased them both for being scared. The albino scoffed, avoiding the shorter’s gaze. “Of course I’m not scared, it’s only a haunted house, not anything to be afraid of. It’s probably just some amateur’s work”. He crossed his arms over his chest, and maybe he didn’t notice, but V saw how Zen got closer to Jumin. He wondered if something had happened during those times the RFA wasn’t there to see them, but the photographer doubted it. V took a deep breath, “Let’s go then. I heard it was pretty popular, two girls were advertising it in front of the art gallery yesterday. Maybe they work here”. They all followed the hacker who had apparently memorized the map of the fair, and soon they arrived at the haunted house. It was big, black and it looked very old. MC declared herself the twin of the girl who had handed them the tickets, and both of them, plus Saeyoung who barged in, took a picture together. The friend of the girl selling tickets – a girl with dark hair – had asked for a photo with Jumin, Zen and surprisingly, with the photographer as well. V swore that as he entered the haunted house, one of them whispered ‘Good luck’. He was slowly starting to regret coming in the haunted house. But he hoped it would be more fun and watching as the couple got closer rather than screaming. He hoped. ★★★★★★ The creaking floorboards, the sounds of howling wind and distant shrill laughter, the dim lights flickering on and off, the furniture that shook the moment they got too close - Zen tried so very hard not let it get to him and failed miserably, goosebumps covering his skin. Thank goodness he was wearing his jacket, he would never have lived it down if Seven saw it. His acting skills came to good use, forcing his arms to remain in a relaxed position, keeping his expression as bored as possible. No way in hell would he admit these props scare him. But just in case, he stayed close, right behind the entire RFA, its younger members happily laughing and screaming at every dummy and animated painting that popped up. V looked way too peaceful, casually strolling through the haunted house like it was a park and he swore Jaehee yawned. Jumin was near him; he swore the executive inched closer with every step they took. Despite his cold façade, it was clear Trust Fund felt just as unsettled and it gave him comfort to know he wasn’t the only one. Had the others not been with them, he would have asked if they could leave and no doubt Jumin would comply. Zen worried his lip. Strange how he felt so comfortable around him now. In the past days, Jumin had shown to be so much more than the robot he took him for. That nagging warm feeling in his chest was still ever present, and for the first time he didn’t want it to go away. Suddenly the lights fell out. A loud thunderclap made his heart stop, making the actor curse loudly at the jumpscare. Someone bumped into him and there was no doubt in his mind who it was, not with that cologne. Warm fingers brushed past his and it was too tempting to grab them, but he resisted. When the lights came back on after a few seconds, he readied himself for another moving animatronic that never came. However the rest of the RFA was gone. Zen quickly whipped his head around but the two of them were completely alone. How could they have possibly run off so fast?! “Jumin, do you think...?” Even frowning, Jumin looked more scared than angry. “I think whoever is in charge of lighting should be fired.” Sigh. Zen was torn between telling him how haunted houses worked, yelling at him for missing the obvious or just running the hell away, but he didn’t want to leave anyone behind. What if the rest had gotten lost? Though thinking about it more, it was likely they had ran off in their excitement. A high-pitched scream made them both jump and Jumin latched onto Zen’s arm, as the shadow of a witch raced past the wooden wall. He could feel the other’s heartbeat going a million miles per hour. His fear temporarily made way for embarrassment. This was way too intimate. What if someone saw them? Wait, why was that the foremost worry on his mind? “H-hey, you’re-“ Something went thump and Zen couldn’t think anymore, instead clinging onto the executive’s jacket, all pretense of courage lost. ★★★★★★ Jumin didn’t even bother to try and deny it around the albino. He grabbed onto the other’s arm because he was scared, and judging by Zen’s alarmed face, the actor was as well. It made him feel a little bit better that Zen trusted him enough to drop his act. The only thing he could think about when the other hugged him was how warm and perfect it seemed, and the executive placed an arm around Zen’s waist in hopes of bringing some comfort. The atmosphere was already creepy and the red lights continuously flickering only helped in making it more terrifying. The place around them seemed to be a dining room, but it was completely different from the one in his penthouse. The curtains by the “window” were ripped, wind causing them to move and project shadows on the wall. The table and chairs were completely covered in what he thought were dust and spider webs, and was that a skull? A chill ran through his spine and Jumin could swear he saw someone hiding under the table, hoping the creators of the place didn’t contract any actors. There were several different props on his left, including a coffin, a chest, and several other things he didn’t identify. Jumin unconsciously brought Zen closer when he noticed that the coffin was shaking. “J-Jumin?” The slightly shorter man asked, turning so that he could look at the entrepreneur. “Can we please get out of here?” The way the actor was looking at him was quite adorable, in any other situation Jumin might have leaned down and kissed him. Wait what. He meant admire him, there was no way he wanted to kiss Zen. A loud thud brought him back to reality as the coffin fell and a scream echoed from inside it, making them both jump. Startled, he nodded quickly. “Let’s get out of here, who knows what might happen next.” As if on cue, several props started to fall and screams echoed all over the place. It seemed like someone or several people were getting murdered inside the haunted house. Jumin grabbed Zen’s hand and intertwined their fingers, pulling him as he started to run. His heart was beating hard in his chest from the terrifying experience and because of something else he didn’t identify yet, it didn’t matter, right now he just wanted to get out of the spooky haunted house. They ran until they found an exit that led right back to the place where they entered the haunted house. It was like a maze, or built specifically so they could return to the starting point. He recognized the two girls who had attended them. They were giggling, and in that moment, he couldn’t care less. “That was quite terrifying.” He whispered, looking back at Zen. The albino nodded, a blush starting to present in his face as he squeezed Jumin’s fingers. “Yeah. Let’s get some drinks. We’ll call the RFA later.” Jumin smiled, pulling the actor with him to look for a place where they sold drinks, and hopefully accepted credit cards. ★★★★★★ This was awesome! Perhaps the best plan ever concocted in the history of the universe. Seven could not stop grinning, almost wanted to cackle but held himself back as he posed behind one of the empty paintings. Zen was so close to Jumin, they would melt together if they tried any harder, the two men practically pissing their pants. Little did they know that the RFA had quickly bolted away when the lights fell out, hiding in props behind the two. Everyone was wearing the same shit-eating grin he was; even Jaehee looked absolutely diabolical from under the dining table. Close to him, the curtains rustled. Shocked, he looked to his side, only to feel relief when it was V, holding his camera ready. The photographer gave him a reassuring smile and Seven sighed, feeling slightly more calm. It was easy to claim the adrenaline came from feeling giddy about his favorite duo, but in truth he also felt frightened by the haunted house. Focus! The time was nigh - if there was anything that would make people realize their true feelings, it would be in the face of danger. It was too bad he couldn’t hear what Jumin and Zen were saying, with all the spooky sound effects around him. Yoosung had chosen the coffin as his hiding place, but it was just a bit too close to the couple and Seven frantically motioned for him to back away, lest he get spotted. The blond got the hint and quickly retreated inside. Unfortunately his speed cost him, his weight made the coffin wobble and to everyone’s dismay, it fell over right next to the two, his panicked yelp warped by the prop. The two men quickly stepped away from it, both of them whiter than the ghosts they’d come across. Just as MC glanced over to him, most likely wondering whether or not they should help Yoosung up, the most terrifying figure ran in, wearing a white mask and holding a club. The group stared at him. Another prop? Wait, was it breathing?! Said prop skidded to a halt right as it entered and turned to face him, eyes so dark, like staring at death. “AAAAAAH!” Seven couldn’t stop himself from screaming, falling backwards, the frame he was leaning on falling to the ground. This caused a chain reaction, hearing the other members shout out in fright. As he scrambled back up, he saw Jaehee running towards the prop to punch it, but MC ran into her and pulled her away. Seven felt a hand on his shoulder, urgently pushing him towards the exit as well. When he glanced back, Zen and Jumin were long gone. There would be more time to feel sad about once they all got away from the killer prop. ★★★★★★ Those idiots! Saeran facepalmed against his plastic mask, wondering how in the world people like his brother could learn so many languages and yet be scared of an obvious costume. It had been a good choice, blending in with his surroundings more, but had he known everyone would react like this he would have decided otherwise. The coffin on the ground shook and Saeran continued his original plan of going over to him, yanking the jarred door open to find the wide-eyed blond inside. “Saeran? Thanks!” Yoosung exclaimed as the younger twin helped him up. “Wait, where are the others?” He peered at Saeran, who shook his head while trying his best not to roll his eyes. “Thanks to my moron brother and the rest, this plan backfired too.” Yoosung looked a little deflated, then smiled. It surprised him every time how positive the youngest member of the RFA was. “Well, we just gotta try again!” It was nothing short of a miracle that Jumin and Zen hadn’t figured out what they were doing, Saeran thought as he sighed.

#juzen #juminzen #zumin #jumin x zen #mystic messenger #mysme #drabble #drabble series #fanfiction #the matchmakers #jumizen #zenmin

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awed-frog · 7 years

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Regarding Dean/A Tale of Icebergs

[Disclaimer: I wasn’t a fan of the other Meredith Glynn episode, and I’m not sure how much i liked this one either, so if you’re striving for zero negativity, feel free to skip this entire meta.]

The most obvious thing about this episode is, for me, the complete and utter disconnect between what the show’s saying on the surface and what’s going on in the subtext. Which, I don’t know - some of it is normal, because if you’re passionated about something you will notice different things and know more about it and that’s okay, and some of it I even like - the classic I can decipher this secret message, I must be a genius thing shared by anyone who’s ever learned a language and also anyone who was into treasure hunts as a kid, and as for that last bit - yeah - that’s where the problem is. So, well - let’s play.

Nice on the surface: Rowena’s backstory

Which is actually not so nice because as much as I want to know more about her, what the general audience will see as closing and minding the gap (why did Rowena even come to the US, and so on) I see as a) yet another villain being queer-coded and b) a tantalizing glimpse of a world I’ll never get to know being thrown into my face. Let’s get to the queer-coding first, because this is the main issue and man, I can’t believe they did it again, and it doesn’t even matter Rowena was offering herself up as a sex slave to all three Loughlins siblings out of necessity, does it, because everybody loves some woman on woman action, including all women, har har, so coercion doesn’t count. No, Rowena was willing to roll around in the hay with Catriona, which makes her bisexual, which brings the total of queer villains in Supernatural to - is that all of them? All the revelant ones, surely. And as we all know, the message this sends is disturbing, to say the least. And secondly - I could happily have watched a whole season about the BMoL, because they are new and didn’t we all wonder what was going on with hunting in other countries and man, look at those spells and that knowledge and those complicated moral questions and now it turns out they’ve got a beef with Rowena and what - and instead, we still don’t know anything about them. They pop up and then disappear. Sam and Dean are mostly ignoring them, unless there’s a deep and meandering conversation going on in the background we know nothing about. And by the end of this season, Mick and the band will probably be gone, and that will be it - like Jesse the Antichrist, like the hunting community, like a hundred other plot ramifications which could hold on a series on their own and instead are just an undeveloped afterthought.

Nice on the surface: Dean being all goofy

Which is actually not so nice because we know about Dean’s history, and his childhood, and how much free will means to him. So seeing him like that - I think this is where you notice how weird this show is, and how it’s read so differently depending on who’s watching. And this actually hurt, so, ugh.

Nice on the surface: Dean x Larry (Darry? Lean? Deanry?)

Which is actually not so nice because here was a classic example of in your face dogwhistling - once again, Dean is being coded as bisexual, and once again, his attraction to women is good and wholesome and shown on screen without any ambiguity whatsoever (the one thing we don’t know is whether she blew him in the bathroom or if they actually did it), while his attraction to men is played off as a joke, because this Larry Dean was riding last night - not a guy, duuuur, but actually a mechanic bull. Isn’t that clever! A mechanic bull, imagine that! Cue long sequence of Dean bouncing up and down the damn thing, Sam smirking about it, a relcuctantly impressed waitress and Dean being all wide-eyed and heartbreaking, because the one thing he cares about? ‘Was I good?’ Of course, that’s what Dean ‘everybody leaves me’ Winchester would want to know. Women, men, his dad, his mom, his brother, his pet angel - the only thing Dean cares about is earning his keep so he doesn’t get left behind.

(All this talk about Cas feeling like ‘just a tool’ - guess where he learned that.)

Nice on the surface: Lookie here, a discussion about consent

Which is actually not so nice because, and I can’t believe I’m saying this, what Dean’s conversation with that waitress implied is that guys can’t get raped, and they sure as hell can’t get raped by smokin’ hot 20-year-olds, amirite, because check out the rack on that chick - she can take advantage of me any day of the week, mate. Now, I have complicated feelings about this whole issue and this is neither the time nor the place to discuss them, but the bottom line is, enough with this bullshit. The idea men want to have sex every hour of every day with any hot woman who comes through the door - next. Sexual behaviour is both personal and fluctuating - what turns you on one day can leave you meh the next, and that includes getting blown by waitresses in Old West-themed bars. Also, this may be a novel idea, but men are human beings as well and they have, uh, feelings? So, sure, sometimes they just want to have fun, and don’t we all, but probably not all the time? And Dean - look at him - dad bod or not, he could probably talk his way into anyone’s bed, and yet he hasn’t and doesn’t. He never touched anyone for months and months, and that was a choice, not circumstances, because we know Dean is tired of the adios and wants to try new things and have a meaningful connection for freaking once, which means this - this was him worried and angry and frustrated and unable to talk to anyone about it, yeah, because Mom’s off somewhere and it’s not like she cares, and Cas is on the verge of suicide as it is, and Sam’s apparently done with his caring ways and We got a case to work, so get it together, alright?, so what is Dean supposed to do here? And yet, this moment, which - to me - is actually sad af, first becomes an example of what the right kind of masculinity is like, and second gets played off for laughs, because, man, you can’t take advantage of me, babe, look at you, and I’m just bummed I can’t remember. Ugh.

Nice on the surface: Sam being all concerned

Which is actually not so nice because I should probably stop trying to guess what’s going on with Sam, except what the fuck is wrong with Sam? He used to be - well, he’s a complicated person, but lately he’s just - like, apparently he doesn’t talk to anyone, right? and that’s been canon for some time - that he’s got no connections, no friends, no nothing (and that’s not painful at all) but the fact he texted both Mary and Cas to give them the heads up about Dean’s broken phone throws this into sharp relief, again: Sam doesn’t talk to anyone. Dean is the one playing silly phone games with Mary and calling Cas at random moments to say nothing at all, and I bet (this is offscreen stuff, but still) that he’s got a whatsapp conversation open with Claire and Alex and he bickers with them about music and he may even talk to Jody or Donna or some other hunter from time to time (remember in Baby, when he’d texted that woman we never heard of because she might be around and want a beer?), and Sam - Sam is still so traumatized, perhaps, or feeling unclean after his latest brush-up with Lucifer, that he isolates himself. And not only he doesn’t want to talk about what’s going on with him, but he flat-out refuses to hear what’s going on with Dean, as well. That bitch face he pulled in the car, that snarky ‘we got a case to work, so get it together’ - that was well beyond the line of mean, and if we consider how Kumbaya Sam used to be in earlier seasons, a huge character shift. Also one that’s been building and simmering for so long, we might actually have to consider if it’s a character shift at all, or if this is simply who Sam actually is.

Nice on the surface: The Winchesters save the day, again

Which is actually not so nice because okay, now I’m sort of convinced the Winchesters’ sloppiness is on of the themes of the season? First of all, there was the way the first few minutes were framed - a man running through the woods, frantically calling his loved ones - I totally thought that would be a victim of some kind, and instead, nope. As Rowena points out later in the episode, Dean is a killer, and I’m always slightly uneasy during witching episodes - on the one hand, I get why the show is so hard on witchcraft, and I like that, but on the other - these are humans, right, and what’s the difference between killing someone with a gun and killing someone with a hex bag? And, sure, later we do learn the Loughlin family is Moste Ancient and Evile, but Dean didn’t know that when he started chasing after Gideon, did he? He was slightly drunk, and he simply started shooting at someone who’d used mild magic against him in a parking lot, without waiting to hear if there was a good explanation for it (maybe the guy had dangerous and vengeful accomplices somewhere, maybe he had nothing to do with the murder, maybe the murder was sort of justified, maybe maybe maybe). If Gideon’s siblings and been sensible and had skipped town for a few years (the whole Rowena story implies they’re supernaturally long-lived, right? and this is something fiction never gets quite right about immortal creatures - what’s the difference in switching safe houses for ten or twenty years, and why would you risk staying in one place at all?), Dean would have died, along with countless other people. Next we’ve got Sam calling Rowena (wtf?), Sam not telling anyone Dean’s got hours to live (why bother?), Sam leaving a dangerous witch who hates them both to care for his severely debilitated and mindless brother, Sam storming an ancient Den of Wicked Wisdom on his own...let’s be honest for a second - can’t you sort of sympathize with the BMoL’s concerns? Because I’m starting to think we might have an Indy Paradox on our hands here.

Nice on the surface: The brotherly love

Which is actually not so nice because come on, I understand it’s difficult to get over a childhood like that, and by now we’ve got so many metas about Dean being Sam’s parent even Sam’s probably heard about it (we still don’t know what he does online all day, right? so there), but this episode was a whole other level of weirdness. Because, uhm, so they’re in town to hunt a dangerous witch who’s already killed once, and Sam is in his motel room ‘looking into the lore’ (I don’t even want to know what that is code for) and Dean goes out to get himself a burger and never shows up again and Sam’s, like, fine with it? And, sure, this is what used to happen with John, but it doesn’t make it right. And next, it turns out Dean blacked out and, again, Sam’s fine with it? Uhm, hello? We haven’t seen Dean get wasted in a while now, and even when he did, Sam was generally not happy with it, because, I don’t know, that was an alternative reality where Sam recognized that getting blind drunk was Not Okay? And not for moral reasons, obviously (no - we know why, right? right). And finally - despite the state Dean’s in - he can’t even tell apart his damn keys! - Sam doesn’t even offer to drive, because this is what you do around parents, right? You assume they’re okay and self-reliant and that they know what the hell they’re doing, because anything else in unthinkable. So, sure - maybe it’s time for Dean to stop parenting Sam, but it’s also time for Sam to grow up.

Honourable mentions

The doggie!!

That spell Gideon used sounded like the Irish name Diarmaid, which means ‘without envy’ - kind of fitting for a memory spell.

Dory!

The geography - Eureka Springs and Carroll County!

The torch!!!!

LET DEAN USE THE GRENADE LAUNCHER!

THAT FUCKING SONG AT THE END - GAAAAAAAAAH

#spn 12x11 #regarding dean #spn meta #sam and dean #winchesters childhood #negativity for ts #it's not even that it was terrible #it wasn't #it was borderline enjoyable #but they should decide what story they want to tell #bc uuuuuugh #enough

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throwingideasatthewall · 3 years

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Clone Wars Episode 9

(Cloak of Darkness)

[Title Scene!]

Quote; Ignore your instincts at your own peril

Oof

Acc o un tability Instincts

And

Conscience

Valid

But also sounds like a vague threat to the viewer

“Vice Roy,”

This is where we’re starting off on?

Not the best episode

The first one to get a strike from me

Who knows maybe it’s just a bad starting place and they make something out of it

Er-

“Luminara And Ahsoka,”

Interesting, that is a good start

Showing that Anakin has no control of his Padawan

And opening the door for New dynamics

Sounds interesting

Honestly, I don’t know much about Luminara so this will be a good For Her

“ under heavy guard,”

It’s two people

Face Trial

And Get Acquitted

“For his many war crimes,”

Why don’t you just kick this bitch from society

Make him deal with himself

What did the other prisoners do to deserve his Company

Oh This character

Also - still don’t get the close-ups on her face

Is this like the second time it’s happened?

Don’t think it happened with any other characters though Obi wan is a glory hound

“ have you made contact with the cruiser?”

Good leadership (Kinda)

Assumed authority Kind

Good scene

But those dude’s eyes

Blink

Professional

Bull shit

Scam art ist

I’m glad it seems to have the awareness not to have the clones fall for this

“Generous,”

Fuck off old man

Also Luminara just called him ‘Subtley’ a piece of work

Good for her

Dude don’t respond to him

Don’t let him have any control or say in your life

“Tempting offer,”

“ I have a gift for you,”

Snarky little shit

Also; I thought he was going to go for the gag

What have really been the tea

“Finally,” Nope Tone is already out the window

I’m starting to think it’s a problem with female characters

But Lumi nara hear sounds perf ectly fine

Maybe it’s just child female characters...

Nice

Really Like The Design Going Here

Ooh Sweet columns Here

All around the sides give it abstract value

Like salagtites

Why doesn’t someone muzzle him?

Like I know the moral reasons why

But if you’re going to enable Please do with the utmost care to your safety

And at least bring some of ear phones

So... you don’t have to listen to this tox

Lit igator

On one hand playing by your own rules

On the other hand, accountability

And how it lends itself to vigilante justice

“Keep moving,”

Assault’s not cool

Hahaha

I’m sorry

WHAT

Is with the dude’s design?

He looks like a guy out of an old Timey story book

“His locks shimmered in the breeze like Golden sunlight,’

He looks like his name is to be Valor Mic -do -good

I’m sorry that’s enough roasting of his design

(It’s not that bad)

Traitor

Commander Gre-

“Let’s move,”

Right Into His Ear

Gree doesn’t give a fuck

Getting revenge for getting his ear talked off

Just tossing him off

Oh no wait they’re following him good

I expect some treachery to go down

(Specifically-)

Senator Commando s

“Rate all security,”

A) he’s a war criminal

They want to make a show out of him

And show they can handle it

It’s a propaganda move

Secondly they operate under the enabler, “Several people dec ided to enable him so clearly only he’s the problem and the others were just poor souls lead astray,”

(Despite the fact that this completely un dermineds the ability of choice

And paint them as well-)

Actually children does work in this analogy

Since they will just do orders And that’s why they’re not accountable

(Only wish “Uncle” Eeroy Was up There)

If I can twist that episode into any positive light it’s showing how adults will try to use children to validate themselves (And their bullshit)

Don’t let your overconfidence give Gunnar another advantage

She’s a child

Gunnery already has the advantage

As an adult

Sure she has a gun

That.... expression is more along the lines of what I was expecting

We’re going for dull

Ahsoka wouldn’t really care

Also, ships

Don’t look like Republic ships

And intimidating music is playing

What’s the scoop?

Hologram?

Sidious

Dooku??

“Vice Roy,”

He’s going to escape ?

I have already put a plan into action my Lord

Also cloaks just coming back in style

Also glad we’re getting to see more of the other villains

Having focused on Grievous for hours

* They wore it better

“ my best apprentice Asaj Ventress,”

Oh we’re getting a bit of a re-introduction to her

And (Kinda) an answer to who that person he was communicating with earlier are

*was

* or silence him

Rough

“ Ventress,”

I like how they keep the diagonal lines On Sidious’s face

To make his chancellor persona

That’s good attention to detail

“ you are putting a lot of faith in an operative that has failed us in the past,”

Call back

“She’s a gifted assassin,”

Aww, he looks so innocent here

Also, complements

“ you may proceed,”

Off, Sidious sounds pretty old in that last line

Oof

“Master,”

“There is no margin for error,”

“Child,”

Okay, woah, woah gross

She supposed to be a grown woman right?

Because otherwise holding her to the completely Wrong standard

That’s not how you do over sexualization of children If Not that that’s just a standard tox

Comparing a grown woman to an undeveloped-

Let’s just hope they don’t go down that lane

“ being my apprentice,”

Being my sub-servient

“ I am worthy,”

“ As you shall see,”

Having to prove your worth to others

Tox.

Ship!

Dressed Like Cen turons

The design in this episode is very goofy

Oof

Walking towards a normal clone

How goes the interrogation

Oh that’s an interrogator

(Also his voice sounds surprisingly normal)

Then again he seems to be special ops / FBI Degree of enforcing

So maybe more initiative

“Has Vice Roy cracked,”

Yes screw accountability and making them deal with themselves away from society where they can’t hurt anyone Or having faith in society that no one will enable

Let’s go Third degree

Nice

The Jedi will wear him down

🎵 The Jedi are complicit in torture 🎵

“ your thoughts betray you, Vice Roy,”

Aka I saw you do it

I can sense your concern

your fear

That you will lose the power and the wealth

Falsely accumulated!

Also no being has authority over others

“ I have no idea what you’re talking about,”

Dude...

You hide great many things

Asoka’s showing too much emotion

Also what’s the betting that Asoka breaks the trial completely irrationally

She’s tapping her fingers

The locations of their bases

“ I am an innocent pawn in all this,”

Bull. shit

You. Made. A. Choice

“ if you are merely a pawn then who are you protecting,”

Don’t enable this

Hold him accountable

And if you stumble across the bastard

Hold him accountable

Just... Hold people accountable

[Also, Asoka’s there like yes I’m helping,”]

No one I know nothing

Bullshit enabler

“Liar, Liar,”

Told ya

Ahsoka

Padawan

Well At least they didn’t Pretend Ahsoka Was capable of doing bad cop good cop

Still a completely unrealistic outburst

[there’s a reason why the people in bad cop- good scenarios are adults

This is why

Literally applying unnecessarily emotional, mental, and physical stress

Instead of holding him accountable

Bullshit, M’lady

Just as guilty

Asoka just brought to a new extreme

And what would’ve been a good scene about how Anakin and by default Obi-Wan’s ‘abuse’ Or lessons to do so

Intensified

We get a scene with an irrationally angry Ahsoka That shows unrealistic child- like Behavior

More befitting of an adult

This could’ve been a good scene about Luminara getting slapped in the face with the things she’s enabling

And Asoka not realizing (Not able to realize) The harm in her robotic automated action

And that considering Asoka and Anakin are both under 22 The fact that she can technically Unfuck the situation (at least for the next generation) And the conscientious decision, to not to

Despite all the bad signs

Don’t know about the toxicity level it’s looking pretty tox

“ I wasn’t serious,”

You were unrealistically unchildlike

And, by adult standards , you’d be had for toxicity

But this is just bad wri ting

“ The only way he’ll talk is if he’s scared enough,”

Or if he wants to

Literally, only if he wants- to

Em, perhaps I was too hasty

Let us negotiate

He just decided to do that

Ahsoka

[I really hope they aren’t going the direction of the last episode

And blaming all the adult problems on the child

Ah!

Captain

“Status Report,”

Good captaining

[Weird animation with flailing arms]

Fighters in -coming

They brought boarding ships

Hey actually doing some thing

Prepare to repeal the enemy

Action

Off

Tough Bastards

Right through the ship

Off

Right there thing is droids

Neat

Ok how are they going to hold off tanks

That requires some kind of explosive

There’s another gun

They get shot down

Again, explosives

Oh, immediate fill in

[they didn’t even take that guy to the medic!]

Also yeah stand in the same spot with no cover

Oof

They got one

[are we sure that Guy didn’t just die from exhaustion?]

Oh, yeah cannons

Get some explosives

Lot to go

Seriously get explosives

Super battle droids

I just called him tanks

Whelp

Jedi are you waiting for Cue?

Whelp

They’re headed for the detention level

“Aight,”

Night buddy

“ we need reinforcements- oh,”

That was the most disinterested scream of getting shot

I’ve ever heard

[are we sure he didn’t get hit by a stun weapon?]

Also, no, you need more grenades

Throwing bodies at it clearly isn’t helping

Commander: I’ll need your assistance

Why?

Also; now you help

After everyone’s dead

Sat there listening to chatter for about 5 to 6 minutes

“You stay here with captain Aguyis,”

What?!

Also, no how about better idea

You stay here and deal with the negotiations

Asoka and the captain go to deal with it

So you don’t leave a child with a manipulative maniac

(Not encouraging child soldiers)

Nor do I think Ahsoka can take them

“ Guard the viceroy,”

Guard the manipulative maniac with no muzzle

[But

It’s a terrible idea!]

Hopefully the captain a more responsible Guard

OK maybe will get a look into who’s ordering Ahsoka and their general ideals

“Master,”

Is it Master used just for apprentices

Shouldn’t Ahsoka be calling her something like my lady, or some other high old’ medieval title

“Lord”?

“Lordess?”

“Mistress?”

It appears you are no situation to negotiate Padawan

Dude...

She has

A light saber

Also this is the problem with leaving children with toxic adults

Rescue

Never mind they’re going Full on unchildlike with Ahsoka right now

Screw interesting narrative

Ack

That ended quickly

There she is

Oof

That dude is still alive

Seriously, was that the dude that got shot over the Coms?

How?

Whelp

ouch

Also no one going to notice that?

What have you found?”

Some one noticed

“Copy,”

Clearly Not

And she has the cuff

Guess she liked it?

Good for her?

Battle droids are everywhere

Guess she likes the radio

Also, Luminara didn’t kill those droids?

‘Cause there were way more than one

“ we have to protect the prisoner,”

That literally didn’t change any thing

Also so Luminara is right back where she started

Whole scene was pointless

Whelp

How do they stand -?

Also hope clones get good health coverage

Again Cannon

Unnecessarily dead

Whelp

How long does it take her to walk?!

Also who killed all those dress setting battle droids then?

Think it was the authors

Could’ve done this five seconds ago

Also, sneaking around in vents

Off

Why are you here?

This is not where prisoner

Is it the security core?

[is it to ship hyperdrive?]

Whelp

Poor

Skeletal~ *Shivers*

Droid

Sorry am I supposed to like this droid

[I’m trying but it looks like a human spine]

Whoop

There she goes

Whelp

See anything

People are getting massacred and you just switched back to everything’s all right mode that quickly

Whelp

Creepy Roomba

Engine room seems clear

We’ll lock it down

Seriously everyone went back to normal real quickly

Shouldn’t you be hauling someone to the medic

Or PROTECT ING the Priso -ner

Seriously no one can seem to keep the consistency and the battle scene was over way too quick without any confirmation

And I’m on guard

Not for Ventress

But the droid things

Seriously!?

[only two of them in that hallway?!]

The enemy is approaching towards the prison level

You- do realize how much that doesn’t fit up

[” oh yeah Joe I’m just grabbing some donuts

“ oh good the enemy is about to capture the very important prisoner we have,”

Isn’t that always how it is?

[Laugh track]

“We’re on our way,”

Keep watch 327

Ok 327 T

IRONY

Also cute

Even if it does look like a dismembered spine

Do you know droids never like to be called by their nicknames

Pretty sure that’s like calling you by your last name

Nicknames are different

Beeping

Oof

Again I wasn’t too worried about her

I’m worried about those droids

[Though do you like the sass they gave her in this frame]

Neat

Well...

Shit

S’up

Really playing around

with the droid

S’up

Again,

Looks like the last of them commander

But I sense our troubles are not over

Maybe because you left a child soldier do with a mani-

S’up

Well

Sounds like your rescue-

Nope

Cocky Ahsoka

Don’t mind me as my brain just slowly numbs out

[Your child shouldn’t have more cocky and sass than your adults]

I am ready to discuss our bargain again

This dude goes back -and- forth like a top

Padawan Tano may I have a word

Why?

[if I leave you won’t go anywhere will you?]

Argh

The enemy has been repealed

Why are you telling her this??

Where is Luminara then?

[Seriously how long does it take her to walk?”]

Whelp

And, subtlety just went out the roof

[almost literally]

Whelp, really showing off

“If it isn’t-”

Again, child

No sass

This should be Un knowledgeably Terrify- Ing

Hey, some snark

“ Skywalkers little pet,”

If only...

More so Skywalker’s unchildlike abomination

Currently

So this is a child vs adult

This isn’t a battle of equals

It’s an ass beating waiting to happen

“ i’ll give you a merciful death,”

Ahhhhhhhhh

Skip

“The Padawan,”

The unchildlike semi abomination

That’s not a child

If so it would Follow the rules of writing a child

As such I have no Commit -ment? Invol vement?

Interest?

In the fight

It could turn something into a toaster and I’d just have to accept that

Clones never help

Again, ass- beat

This a curb stop battle

waiting to happen

Whelp See

Also that Guard has plot armor

Whelp -yet

Hard pull

You Know-

“ Skywalker’s not here to save you now,”

Again she can just pull a toaster out of her ass

This is the problem with breaking the rules of writing

“I don’t need saving,”

COMPLETELY UN - realistically

Seriously, movie

Children for the Woobies

Adult for a bad asses

Get it right

Any way...

Still repels

“Over Here,”

She’s not getting repelled by a literal child is she

“Buy you a planet,”

Whatever

Heck

Oh, no she can just the phase through the doors....

My sense of suspension isn’t really broken

But it is very well damaged

(Especially with Ahsoka)

......

Blah blah tempting taunting whatever

“Irony,”

Irony is when an adult, one that can be held accountable, does something This is poor writing

With no investment

(You didn’t earn that)

Ventress stick him for double irony

(Actually deserved irony)

Youngling

NEVER-

( I’m filled with so much anger)

Argh-

Whelp

Why would you check there

Whelp

Finally got there

Whelp Heck ed

Blah, Blah

Surrender

Dude got away didn’t he

There’s too much riding for this to be a success

Whelp

Bull shit

I watched that animation!

She didn’t press a button!

What?!

And they all died

That dude’s a weakling

Whelp

Frick That

Heck

Whelp

There You Go

[Dude left behind without even a scratch]

[Or he disappeared in a cut scene]

Cause he’s not there

Blah Blah

That power’s kinda of neat though

Okay

What are we waiting for?

Survival

Protecting the prisoner

Common sense

Everything running haywire

The engine got blown up

Shouldn’t you be busy

Should someone be switching on the back up power

[Shouldn’t the power been off for a few seconds?]

That wouldn’t screw with the buttons

Also there he is

[I’m five seconds from calling bullshit-]

Whatever

An explosive bomb Caused-

[Frustrated inhale]

Okay-

Don’t

Gunnery

-No

I’m-

Too Tired

To yell at enable(r) logic

Whatever

[oh so yeah there clearly are explosives!]

[Fru strated]

.....

....

[i’m getting a damn tox headache from this ]

Damn

.....

Argh

Argh...

Whoah

But...

Cool

Whelp

Tal king

.....

OMG

What ever

Neither do you

-What

Why-

Argh -

Oh-

Just-

Argh-

Well-

Hmm

ARGH

Bull shit

Alright

‘ superior my ass’

Droids

Right.....

Whatever

Nice fight scene

I don’t care

‘cause it’s overshadowed by Asoka’s bullshit

Whelp

What- Ever

Hmm

They’ve got it all reversed They’ve given Luminara all of Ahsoka’s helplessness (And reactions) Asoka has ended up with all of the Luminara’s Self-assured confidence (One of which can be switched because an adult react (Almost) as much as they wish (Child-like naivetè absolutely not) Does not work the other way

That’s what’s wrong with this cut scene (Scene)

And It Gets Worse...

Count Dooku

Whatever

Blah blah blah

Whatever That’s Cool

“I can’t dis-”

Back to this again

Stop saying

start doing movie

Also you know what would be great?

Having Luminara Have This Con versation Debating if she should disobey her previous handlers, as she sends a child to their very literal death Giving the watcher some hope when she decides to eventually decides to rescue Ahsoka

Or the feeling of dread as she continues to follow orders cutting with Ahsoka getting her ass kicked to contrast the wrongess of the situation

Ventress, eventually leaving her out of pity

The Future now with a lot more distance to cover

If it ever wishes to recover ...

Wasted potential

It even Has the Line Over stepp ing Bound aries

Argh

And Gene rational Back Stab...

It does everyt hing wrong

For the common courtesy of not Blast - ing My Ears Off Try ing To Ma -ke An abus -i ve Mom ent- A Nice One

It Gets No Tox (Though it Certainly Te sts The �� Boundary)

(Even a moral about how you’re expendable to enablers...

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angeryboy · 4 years

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Kintsukuroi

Part 12- So Sleeping Dogs Lie

RECAP since it's been 1000 years since I updated last: ⦁ Spinner and Dabi start fighting because Spinner dared bring up Dabi's disappearance and the way he left everyone hanging. He also decides to insult Yuna, which is what REALLY sets Dabi off ⦁ You try to stop them fighting, but they're really intent on killing each other. ⦁ Yuna stops them, and then goes off on her own after talking with you for a moment. ⦁ You end up lying in bed most of the day, eager to hear from Tomura again. You text him and ask if you can talk later. ⦁ You're still unsettled by Yuna's distant behavior. She's been off since the night Dabi left. You can't figure out what he possibly could've said ⦁ We find out in a flashback that you and Hawks were assigned to the League of Villains in a double agent case, and how much you'd come to regret it, truly loving your new life with the league. ⦁ But you knew it had to end, especially if the hypnotization on Yuna was going to end. ⦁ Tomura finally calls you to find you crying and you two talk for several hours. ⦁ You finally find some peace in talking to him, which ends abruptly when Yuna knocks on the door ⦁ She drags you out of your room to get some fresh air and you end up in a big field where Yuna teases you a bit, knowing you were talking to Shiggy Diggy ⦁ You drift off to sleep, a dream revealing what you and Hawks were meeting about, the moments before Yuna tried to literally end his life. ⦁ It's also revealed what Hawks tells Yuna up in the air while you're out of earshot, about The Academy and not being able to save her(which I probably should've put somewhere else OOPS) ⦁ Hawks tells you to be careful and you tell him to fuck off ⦁ You wake up promptly and try to figure out if Yuna heard anything, as you tend to talk in your sleep ⦁ It doesn't seem like she does, but she's clearly upset about something. ⦁ You tell her you'll take her back to Dabi, betting ten bucks it'll cheer her up. She promises a stylish picture of Tomura in return ,which makes you wish you were invisible ⦁ CUE NEW CHAPTER GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Once you were back at the hideout, Yuna split promptly, her exact words being ‘I have to go annoy Dabi right this minute or I’ll die.’ You plopped down on your bed, still a little shaken from reopening the wounds from that night.

Why did you even tell Hawks? You were supposed to distract him, not bare your soul. Though there was a more pressing question at hand. Were you going to tell Yuna? Did she hear something while you were sleeping?

And now there was another detail you missed. Dabi. Why the hell did Dabi just leave? He was supposed to be helping you. And somehow it just ended with you being the one close to death.

The night you came to Dabi for help advice was creeping its way into your mind. It was just supposed to be advice. It was just supposed to be ‘what would you do about Hawks?’

Jesus christ, not this again. I don’t wanna think about this shit again... ////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

“So Hawks wants to meet up with you? I suppose I can help. I’ll go with you. Don’t tell him I’m coming though,” Dabi mused.

“What exactly should I tell him?”

“Up to you. Look, I’m gonna be honest. I’ve been working with Hawks, but I don’t trust that fucker as far as I can throw him. I’m just using him to do my bidding.”

“What exactly are you saying then?” The revelation that that was where Dabi was probably going when he disappeared hit you. So you two had traded places then. Now Dabi was checking in with Hawks and you were like a ghost.

“Well, if he’s tryin’ to get in contact with you, my best guess is that he needs to go.” Your eyes widened at the implication.

“Are you saying we should kill him?” He smirked a bit.

“Let’s say yes. You just do the talking. I’ll take care of the rest.” He didn’t even give a second look as he turned around.

“Wait! Wh-what happens when the Hero Commission finds out?”

“That flimsy excuse for a justice system? Probably nothing. They probably won’t even realize he’s gone. By the time they do, we’ll be gone too. And if worse comes to worse, I’ll take the heat.”

“Fine. What happens if you can’t fight him?”

“Tch. Are you underestimating me? I’ll be fine. And he’ll be burnt to a crisp. That’s what you want anyway, right?” He searched your face for an answer but you didn’t really have one.

“I-guess?”

“You better be a little more sure than that.” He didn’t wait for an answer as he left.

You were too nervous to ask any more questions, and too nervous to give an answer. Perhaps it was a brash decision, but even if your answer was no, would Dabi stop?

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You decided it was best not to dwell on any of it, though your anger was starting to get the best of you. How could he just fall through on a plan? His own plan? Were you even actually mad that he did? Or were you just angry because you didn’t get what you wanted? You instead chose sleep over plotting how to best hit Dabi over the head with something heavy. For once, it was dreamless.

You trotted downstairs and everyone else already seemed to be ready to go. “Good morning sunshine!” Yuna chirped. “Today we meet the mystery special guest. Well, not mystery, but like I said, I wasn’t listening. He’s supposed to contact us first, so we’ll see how that goes-” Before Yuna could even finish her sentence, her phone rang.

“Hello?” She frowned for a moment before putting the phone on speaker.

“Good morning everyone. I’m Doctor Kyudai. I’m sure Shigaraki introduced me already. It’s time to get down to business.” His voice didn’t ring any bells or set off any alarms. Finally, a person you’d actually never met before.

“Shigaraki has a request of all of you, but has asked me to help in making matters easier. I’m sure you all remember Gigantomachia, yes?”

A collective ‘yes’ resounded. Well, from everyone but you. Must’ve been before you were there, or on the mission you’d been forced to sit out.

“Shigaraki believes he can tame this beast, the one who answers only to All for One. And he’ll need your help. I have a package on the way to you with items to help you out. My assistant will be at your door shortly.”

Right on cue, there was a knock at the door. You opened it to a single, fairly small package, staring stupidly at it. Dabi grabbed it out of your hands and shook it around a bit before scoffing.

“How is this tiny thing gonna help us?”

“Patience. And don’t shake it, boy.” He set the package down like his father had just scolded him. “Gigantomachia has an incredibly large amount of stamina, of course. Almost unbeatable. Open the box.”

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You found yourself on the roof after the meeting. The door creaked open, revealing Dabi.

‘Huh? What’re you doing out here?”

“Chillin’, clearly.” You couldn’t help but roll your eyes. “Thought you were one of the smarter ones.”

“Wow. I didn’t come up here to be roasted.” He leaned against the door lazily, lighting up a cigarette.

“Seems like the damage is already done.”

“Jesus christ, did I do something to you?”

“I just- I’m thinking about how our plan got ruined. And you didn’t even try to stop her.”

“Are you..seriously talking about meeting Hawks on the bridge?” He raised a brow like you’d said something unbelievable. You just left him with a nod. “The fuck was I supposed to do? Yuna took off like a bat out of hell.”

“You could’ve at least stayed. You told me you wanted to get rid of Hawks.” You struggled to reclaim your composure. Every time you looked at him during the meeting, you began to wonder exactly what kind of man he was, if he was the same one when he was with Yuna. You remembered his face as he walked away for two weeks. You remembered how he didn’t even try to get to Hawks. In fact, he told him to fly off.

“Things don’t always go the way we want them to princess. Sometimes people change their minds. Not sure what it is to you, anyway. You didn’t suggest killing him. And you never gave me a straight answer, so of course I didn’t kill him.” He stared you down just a tad too coldly for your liking, none of the usual playfulness in his tone. “I admit Yuna threw a wrench in things, but she wouldn’t have let us just murder him regardless. Where is this coming from anyway? It’s been weeks and you haven’t said a word. So why now?”

“I shoved it under the rug because there were a lot of other things happening, in case you didn’t notice.” Your arms crossed and you could feel the rage you were flying into.

“Wh-getting into a fight? I have bad news for you if one person tryin’ to kill you makes you upset.”

“It wasn’t just one person! It was Yuna!” Obviously Dabi didn’t understand the true gravity of the situation, but he should’ve at least understood that. He knew Yuna was a friend to you.

“Get it together. That’s literally not my problem. You should probably take it up with her. But I’ll tell you now, if you do, I won’t be far behind.” The threat in his voice sent a shiver up your spine, but it lit a fire in your chest. It was getting hot. “I didn’t follow through this one time. You’re not the only one with plans.” He rolled his eyes, which just added fuel to the fire, and you felt your body shoot up on its own, straight towards him. Were you going crazy or something? Since when did something as simple as someone being an ass set you off like this? “I wouldn’t,” he threatened, a hand easily finding its way around your wrist. And it was heating up steadily.

“Fuck you, Dabi. You’re an ass. I don’t fucking know what Yuna sees in you. I don’t know what anyone fucking sees in you.” A swell of fire consumed the right half of his body, a look in his eyes that you’d never seen before. Was this the Dabi that Yuna warned you about?

“Don’t drag her into whatever the fuck this is. You know nothing.” His grip on your wrist got tighter.

“Let me go you fucking psychopath!” Pulling your arm out was no use. You took a deep breath and closed your eyes.

I didn’t wanna have to do this, but if we’re gonna fight, you leave me no choice.

When you opened them again, he was staring straight at you. “Let me go right now.” For a second, his eyes clouded over and his hand dropped before the stupor lifted. He just took a sharp breath and turned around, hand on the door.

“If you ever use your quirk on me again, I’ll kill you.” He didn’t even look at you as he slammed the door.

You had to sit back down and think for a moment. Not that Dabi necessarily had a fantastic approach, but he wasn’t exactly wrong. And after a few minutes of thought, you ended up glad he didn’t kill Hawks anyway. So what was the problem? Was it just the swell of emotions when you thought about all the missteps that led you to this point, all the cunning and cutting corners and keeping secrets? All the mistrust bred from wondering just how much of this easily hateable side of yourself was visible? Was it just that you didn’t really wanna see anyone you knew get hurt? Of course you knew you were acting out of fear.

You didn’t want Hawks dead, though you’d rather have nothing to do with him at this point. You didn’t want Dabi dead, or Yuna, or Tomura, or Twice or Toga- none of their lives were worth all the things you were trying to hide. But you didn’t want Yuna finding out about the free will you stole right out from under her without a second thought either. You didn’t want her finding out about you and Dabi collaborating murder, sure as you were that Dabi never mentioned that part. You just- didn’t want to hurt her any more than you already did.

Good god what is wrong with me? I’m acting like a fucking fool out here. I gotta be careful who I threaten.

No one. You had no one you could just be honest with. Maybe you could, but it was far too late for such things now.

Get your act together. You wanna be a villain, then be one.

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Hawks twirled his phone around in his hand. It felt heavy. He had three calls to make, and none of them were going to be pleasant.

“Tsukauchi. I have some bad news for ya.”

“What’s the problem, Hawks?”

“Himaro’s gone rogue.” There was a telling silence on the other end. “Are you absolutely sure about that?”

“One hundred percent. She tried to have me killed,like, for real,” he chuckled.

“Hawks, that’s a very serious accusation to make against an undercover agent. We won’t be making any moves of our own until we’re sure.”

“That’s fine. I’m just letting you know that at the very least, she needs to be taken out of the field.”

“We’ll assess the situation.” Tsukauchi hung up without another word. One call down. The next had to be her.

"Himaro."

"The hell do you want?"

"Hello to you too. I just wanna know why you did it. Why Yuna? What was she doing when you found her?"

"Why? Gonna tell Tsukauchi I'm a traitor?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," he smiled. "He told you to do what you had to do. This one's personal. I'm sure you guessed already, but if you didn't, I've been looking for her. For a long time I've been wondering what she was up to."

"I swear to god Hawks-"

"I'm asking for me. Come on." She didn't respond for a long time.

"You swear to god you're not gonna use this against me?"

"I know it's weighing you down. Maybe if you talk you'll feel better."

"You're not exactly trustworthy."

"So the pot calls the kettle black, I see."

"Tch. She was looking for some guy, I guess. Some dude named Touya. And you. She was looking for you first and foremost. i didn't find it particularly relevant though. She never said why."

Touya. There was that name again. The one that rang in the wind.

"I see. You didn't think to ask why she was looking for me?"

"Pfft- no. I didn't exactly care. I just saw her use her powers and knew she could help me."

"What the hell? What if she was up to something?"

"She was scared and presumably defenseless. It was spur of the moment decision that I regret. A lot. I told her to forget about all of it. So it's not like it really mattered if she was up to something or not."

It was like pieces of a puzzle were coming together, but it was just a few out of thousands. No big picture was coming into focus.

"Yeah. Nothing relevant to the mission in there anyway. But thanks, I guess." He was hoping some sort of information would slip. Something he could use, but she gave much the same story she did on the bridge.

One call left.

"Dabi! Long time no see. I've got a deal for you."

"I don't make deals with bird brains."

"For the last time it's just the wings-never mind. I have some information on Himaro that you might wanna hear."

"The fuck do I care what she does? As long as she doesn't try to kill me I'm good."

"It's about Yuna too." There was a long silence on the other end.

"Midnight, bird boy. Don't be late. And don't pull any stunts." He hung up abruptly. -------

"This better be worth my damn time."

"Oh, relax. When have I ever given you information that wasn't?" Dabi shot him a look.

"Get to it." The cold look in his eyes was astonishing to Keigo. How could he look at one person with such a fire in his eyes and such a hatred for the next person?

"Okay. I'll start with Himaro then. She's supposed to be a double agent." There was a spark in his widened eyes, but it disappeared quickly.

"Not that surprising, really. You're a double agent too. And the hero commission is up to much shadier shit than we are." Dabi shoved his hands in his pockets.

"Yeah, not sure that's true but I digress. She told me she's not really feeling' it anymore, basically. I don't know if she's lying or-"

"I don't give a shit what she's up to. If we're completely honest, all she needs to do is not fuck with the people I actually care about and she can keep her life."

"Yeesh. I'm tryin' to help you." Dabi continued to stare daggers into him, but stayed silent.

"Let's move on then, since that wasn't shocking enough for you. Yuna." He tensed up. It was why he even came, after all. "She's hypnotized. By Himaro." He waited for some sort of physical reaction, but it never came. Instead there was a grit in his teeth as he spoke.

"What? How do you know that?"

"Himaro told me. She did it to have some help infiltrating, I guess. She said she was looking for me. And someone named Touya."

Dabi felt a knock in his chest. So she was looking for him this whole time. And Himaro didn't even realize she'd led Yuna right to him.Realistically, he knew Himaro had no idea he himself was the rumored Touya, but he had to assume she was so up in arms because it spelled disaster for her hypnotization. It was possible that if she found the people she was originally looking for, it had to mean something in her was trying to break free. And with Himaro pretty frayed at the ends from her apparent charade, he was guessing it wouldn't be long. Maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to get her to talk.

"Dabi?"

"Why should I trust you?"

"Jeez. Why would I lie about it?"

He just shrugged. "I don't know. Why would you even help me out in the first place?"

"Just- I'm sharing pretty relevant information here don't you think? Why would I lie about Yuna? What would be the point?"

"Like I'd fucking know. I have to go. Is that all?"

"Pretty much, yeah."

As much as he hated the hero standing before him, he was grateful for this particular bit of information. He didn't want to believe it, and he was beyond furious, but he couldn't shake the feeling that Hawks knew what he was talking about for once.

"Oh, do me a favor, bird boy?" Dabi started to walk away, but turned for just a moment.

"What's up?"

"I need another fight with Endeavor. Just me and Himaro. Tell him you want her dead."

"Woah. You don't think that's a little much? She's not that-"

"I have a theory I wanna test out. And it's not like you're in a position to talk your way out. No one's actually getting hurt. Not this time anyway."

"First of all, Endeavor's not some mindless killing machine. He doesn't just go around ordering death upon people." Dabi scoffed, knowing if anything Hawks said wasn't true, it was that. "Second of all, even if I do manage to get him to say yes, how the hell you gonna hold your own?"

While he wasn't thrilled with the implication, he decided to bite his tongue.

"She's got a hypnotic based quirk that she'll apparently use on anyone for any reason she sees fit. Your little double agent said the reason she joined was because of some shit Endeavor said to her. No matter how untrue it is, if she's got an act to keep up, she'll fight."

"You're gonna force her into a corner? That doesn't sound like a very good idea. She's not exactly-predictable."

"Maybe not. But at this point I know enough to know she's not willing to blow her cover. Even if she told you she changed her mind, she's assuming we don't know anything. She'll fight."

"The hell are you going for with this? What good will that even do? You won't find anything out that way, especially if she's dead!"

"I'm just testing out a theory. If it's true, you can consider yourself safe from me."

"What the-huh? I don't exactly consider you a threat." Dabi turned with a ferocious glint in his eye.

"You should."

"Hey I didn't mean it like that! I meant that I'm your only source of info!" He waved his hands in defense. Honestly, if anyone in the League was a genuine threat to him, it would absolutely be Dabi.

"You think I won't drop you like deadweight? I don't actually give a shit about the info you give me. Are you really that stupid? I don't trust you half as far as I can throw you. But I know you have some sort of connection to Yuna. I don't know what you would lie about just to have the hero commission jerk you off, but you wouldn't lie about her."

So polite, this one.

"I guess that's fair. I'm not promising you anything." Dabi began to walk away before he could do much else to object.

"Call me when the answer is yes. Honestly, the longer it takes, the better." This guy...he really expected Keigo to stage a fight for him. So he could..do what, exactly. Prove a point? Get Himaro killed? But if Dabi asked, he had to deliver. Somehow.

When Dabi returned, Himaro was fast asleep on the couch. He thought momentarily about how long he'd have to shake her to give her a concussion, but if Hawks did what he asked, he wouldn't have to lift but a finger. He opted to just get some sleep for once. According to Yuna, the big boss would be back tomorrow.

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