#he needs to be stopped throw him back in interview prison

[buckttommy]

did ryan guzman know that he changed the fabric of fandom when he said "this goes beyond friendship and i love you to the core?" did he know how many otp tags would be changed. did he know how many blog titles would be rewritten. does he know the power he has in his hands. he has no idea does he.

#ryan #jack.txt #he needs to be stopped throw him back in interview prison

[diagnosedpsychosis]

Protective Hotch

Description: There is a copycat the BAU are after, so Hotch and reader go to prison to talk to the original offender. The prisoner makes a few suggestive comments about the reader that Hotch doesn't like.

Made up, not a CM episode.

Word Count: 2.5k

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You had only ever stepped inside a prison a handful of times before. Literally. You could count every visit on one hand, all whilst being able to recount why you'd gone those 4 times in the first place; now 5.

The first 3 were all for the same thing, and the same person. A serial rapist and murderer you had helped catch years earlier was being interviewed, and not only did you have to supervise, but perform a psych eval on him as well.

The fourth time, you were in and out in record time. Another prisoner you'd put away had died and you were there purely to collect the few belongings in his cell. When the Warden of the Penitentiary had called you to inform you of the inmates passing, you offered to come down from Virginia. The Warden suggested not bothering, and that they'd just throw his belongings in the rubbish bin, which is exactly why you got on the earliest plane you possibly could. This particular inmate had victims he'd not told you about, and you just wanted to make sure with your own eyes he didn't name them in or on anything in his cell.

Today though, on your fifth time inside prison walls, you weren't alone. Your company came in the form of your long time workplace crush, Aaron Hotchner. The pressure of having not only your crush, but the BAU's Unit Chief with you put an immense weight on your shoulders.

Usually you weren't fazed by the cold glares and almost bored expressions. Aaron Hotchner exuded power and had subconsciously mastered the art of intimidation, but that wasn't what made the hairs on the back of your neck stand as he walked beside you, down prison halls.

It was how close beside you he walked. The outside of his arm brushed yours with each step and sway of his arms, and even though you could see, in the corner of your eye, his head facing forward, you could feel his eyes bouncing all over the place.

He stood close not because he wanted to, but because even if every cell door was closed, and every hall had 3 guards tending to it at all times, he didn't feel 100% safe, which meant he wasn't comfortable having you around. Because he knew, that if by some fluke chance the doors buzzed open, you would be every prisoners target.

He knew it. You knew it. The inmates knew it.

"Oh Hey Baby, how about taking a detour and stopping by my cell?" Somebody off to the side hollered, which lead to a loud array of crude comments made your way. You ignored them well, but Hotch seemed to take offence for you. You were almost at the end of the hall, but that didn't stop Hotch from protectively stepping even closer, almost tripping you up with how close he now was.

You both got to the door at the end of the hall, the guard standing beside it nodding at the two of you before letting you in. You walked in first, Hotch shutting the door behind himself as you stepped up to the one sided glass, looking at the man you both were about to question.

"Certainly not the kind of man I'd enjoy being alone with" You stated, Hotch stopped beside you and looking into the visitors room, his arm brushing yours again. Relatively old and greying, Martin Gould was NOT a sight for sore eyes. He wasn't attractive, which is what ended up being a factor of his killings. He'd ask a woman out, she'd reject him, he'd later stalk her, and then rape and mutilate her, in her own home.

"I wouldn't have brought you if I didn't need you. I'm not going to leave your side. I promise" Hotch told you. When you and the team had been going through victimology of the copycats and then compared them to the original killers, you'd all come to the same conclusion. You were his type, to the T.

That's why you were here. Not because your skills were valued and appreciated...but because you were this guys type, and you hated that. You hated feeling like you had to prove yourself more, in a team you'd been in for years. You worked 5 times as hard as everyone else, and yet still felt like you'd gotten nowhere at being seen as an asset to the team. Nobody had ever said it to your face, hell maybe they'd never even thought that way about you, but you were an avid overthinking pessimist.

"Everything is going to be fine" Hotch reassured you again when you didn't reply to his promise. You sighed, grabbing the door that separated you two from Martin Gould.

"Easy for you to say. He raped and mutilated 13 women" Before Hotch got time to process what you'd said and the weight of your words, you opened the door and stepped inside. Martin Gould immediately looked to you as you entered, paying little to no attention to Hotch as he followed behind, and took the seat beside you at the metal table.

"Wow. Just wow" Martin sighed, leaning forward and resting his chin on his open palm, as he stared at you like you were the brightest star in the sky. At least someone appreciated you.

"Martin, I'm SSA y/n y/l/n, and this is SSA Aaron-"

"Has anyone ever told you you've got the eyes of a rare jewel?" You ignored him, and continued on like he'd never interrupted you in the first place.

"-Hotchner. We're with the FBI's Behavioural Analysis Unit-"

"No ring, I don't see how that's possible. You must have men down at your feet 24/7" Martin interrupted you again, shuffling forward in his seat slightly to get closer to you.

"We're here to investigate a string of serial rape and mutilations. Same signature as yours from 7 years ago" Hotch speaks for the first time, and you both notice Martin's jaw twitch at the sound of his voice. Martin takes a breath, ignoring Hotch before smiling back at you.

"Couldn't be me, Sweetheart" Martin tells you softly, lifting his hands and showing you the chains restricting his movement.

"It's a copycat, somebody who admires you. He's probably sent you hundreds of letters over the course of the last 7 years" Martin holds his smirk as he listens to you, enjoying the sound of your voice and the way your lips move with each word.

"They would've started with him confiding in you, expressing his share of troubles involving women rejecting him. Then they would've started becoming a little more aggressive" You state, Hotch straightening his posture, one of his tells that he's about to talk.

"Probably wrote 'What is wrong with me?' over and over again" Hotch adds, Martin's smile faltering as he speaks again.

"And then his most recent letters would've been him talking about women like we're a virus. Something nasty that could be caught and had to be terminated" Martin shook his head ever so lightly, his smile growing with every second you continued talking to him. He's a classic narcissist and thinks that the fact you're talking directly to him and looking him dead on, means you're flirting with him.

"As pretty as you are, you're just like them, aren't you?" He asked slowly making you frown.

"I'm sorry?" Martin leans forward a tiny bit more, the smile on his face long gone and replaced with a look of repulsion.

"A needy whore, asking for it-"

"That's enough" Hotch stated.

"Begging for it. You all lead us on with your smiles and your glances, but then you laugh in our faces and tell us to get lost" So that's why he thought these women deserved it. Because to him, an innocent smile and a half a second passing by glance meant flirting. So when he'd walk up and randomly ask a woman out and she'd say no, he'd see her as a tease, a deceiver, someone who needed to pay.

"You're nothing less, Agent y/n y/l/n. Just a whore with a bitching, lying mouth, and a pussy asking to be-" Hotch sliding back in his chair and abruptly standing up caught you off guard more than Martin Gould's random verbal attack.

"Y/n, out" Hotch demanded, leaving no room to argue against his direct order. But you did anyway.

"No, Hotch, I'm fine-"

"Y/l/n, out or you're suspended for a week" Your face contorts with shock. Never has Hotch ever been so forward and aggressive towards you in your life and you hated how being on the receiving end of his threat made you feel.

"What?" You stood and raised your voice, finding Hotch completely unreasonable in this moment. You were with a prisoner who know who the unsub was, you could easily get it out of him, and now here he was sending you out. He brought you all this way for a couple sentences?

"You're not being forceful enough, Agent. Bend her over and teach her a-" Martin's words became background noise as Hotch took your arm, backing you up to the door of the visiting room, before opening the door and practically shoving you out. He let go before you could rip your arm from his grasp, and shut the door in your face.

Not knowing what the hell just happened and why the hell Hotch reacted like that, you storm over to the one sided glass window, and slam your palm against the button under the window that allows you to hear what is being said inside the visiting room.

"I don't care who you are, or where we are. If you ever talk to my Agent like that, ever again, I'll make you sure I am the last thing you ever see" Hotch threatened, the look on his face sending a wave of goose bumps over every inch of your burning skin. He looked furious.

"Probably not the best place to threaten killing me, Agent Hotchner" Martin stated, trying to hold back his laughter. It quickly died down at the expression adorning Hotch's face. It was almost like he was being challenged.

"I don't need to kill you to take away your sight, Gould. All I need is a speculum and a pair of scissors" Hotch replied and you watched in shock as for the first time since talking with him, Martin looked anything but cocky. Hotch used Martin's current state to his advantage.

"His name" Martin hesitated, glancing at the one way window like he knew you were standing behind it.

"Dane Hansen" The second the name left his mouth, Hotch was turning around and exiting the visiting room, only to be met with an annoyed you, giving him the cold shoulder. His eyes stayed glued to yours as he shut the door behind himself.

"Don't give me that look."

"I was given about 10 seconds from the first time you told me to get out before you threatened to suspend me. If you want me gone just say it, Hotch" You knew you were probably being unreasonable but you were annoyed. What so quickly went from 'get out' turned to 'if you don't you're suspended'. It escalated in seconds and made you wonder how long they'd been sitting on the tip of Hotch's tongue.

"Was I the only one that heard the way he talked about you?" Hotch questioned, clearly annoyed by your assumption. You take a step toward him.

"Simply sending me out of the room doesn't stop me from hearing it, Hotch" You brought attention to your hand by tapping the button again, turning off the speaker. Hotch took a step forward.

"He was getting satisfaction out of you being in the room" My presence. My face. My body. Not my skills, and Hotch knew that. He only brought me to show me off.

"Be honest with me, Hotch. Do you bring me along for these things because you think I'm the worst profiler on the team, so I won't be needed as much back there with everyone?" Hotch frowns at me, turning his head to the right slightly.

"I have never once called you a bad profiler."

"You've never called me a good one either, Aaron. Believe it or not, but I'm one of those people that need to be told they're doing good to keep doing good. I need the validation, otherwise I lose energy and end up giving a half assed effort" You immediately realised the first name slip, but if Hotch noticed it he certainly didn't show it. Instead, he takes another step that makes him dangerously close. You can smell his musky cologne, and if either of you take another step your face would be buried in his chest.

"Y/n, you're not a good profiler, you're an amazing profiler. I didn't bring you along today to show you off as a piece of meat to Gould. You're his type, but so is Prentiss. I wanted you here. I wanted you on the plane, and I wanted you in the car. I like your company, I like your perspective and I like your brain" You suck in a shaky breath, embarrassingly overwhelmed so quickly by Hotch's compliment. Even though it's only a few things, it means so much because he's not the kind of guy to get even slightly sentimental about anything.

"You think I don't notice when the overthinking side of you takes over the reasonable side? You're an asset to our team, y/n. I didn't bring you along for the benefit of the case, I brought you along for myself" Tense silence consumes the room and the air the two of you breathe. For what feels like minutes, you two stand, almost toe to toe staring at each other.

There's an achingly intense energy floating around the two of you, and before looks go any further or before either of you can slice the tension in half, Hotch's phone rings, and you both rear back at the shriek.

Your shoulders sag in disappointment and you swear you see the same with Hotch's, but he's back in boss mode too fast for you to really catch a good look as he listens to somebody on the other end of the line.

"We're just heading out now. Yeah, we got a name; Dane Hansen" Hotch ends the phone call and his eyes meet yours again as he shoves his phone back in his pocket.

"We've got to go" You press your lips into a tight smile and nod. Walking past him, you go to grab the door that'll lead you back into the hall, but before you reach it a large, warm hand wraps around your wrist stopping you.

You turn back to Hotch, and again he's toe to toe with you. His grip on your arm is soft, and the look on his face mixed with his parted lips tells you all you need to know; he wants to say something.

You don't know what he's thinking, but you also don't want to force it out of him. You smile and slowly pull away from his grip before patting his arm.

"It's okay, Aaron. Come on, let's go."

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[randomfoggytiger]

I Want to Believe: A Character Study in Disordered Writing

(Dedicated to @xxsksxxx-- Merry Christmas!)

Mulder and Scully: why are they so odd in this movie? 

Are they out-of-sync?

Are they out-of-practice?

Are they out-of-character?

The truth is, they’re merely out-of-order. 

Establishing Characteristics 

Mulder and Scully are at odd ends this movie, their goals misaligned and seemingly throwing them further away from rather than toward each other. And yet… their actions don’t quite add up, nor do they match previously established characteristic decisions or patterns of behavior. 

To Out-of-Character, or Not To Out-of-Character? 

The big takeaway that swaths of audience members seemed to agree on-- other than plot discrepancies and various other issues-- was that Scully was… off. Out-of-character. And yet, objectively, if one removed the surrounding tissue of the storyline-- key scenes, important tie-ins, etc.-- her actions aren’t quite as distant from her usual reactions to Mulder’s ratcheting obsessive investment. If Mulder threw aside the life they’d built, threw aside her needs to burrow deeper and deeper into “the darkness” of the case and trail along with the FBI beyond the call of duty or even the deal they struck with him, of course Scully would have problems with his behavior, of course she would insist he stop, pull back, return to sanity as she has on many of their cases in the past, of course she would be within her character to do so. 

Notice that if.

But the problem is, Mulder wasn’t doing those things. In fact, he was simply fulfilling the terms of his unwritten contract with the FBI, one more life to save and one more job to do before the ever elusive “freedom” would be granted. Scully, meanwhile, took affront to his investment before any serious investigation had been conducted, before they’d even ascertained if the latest victim was still in danger; and decided one interview with a psychic pedophile was enough, that Mulder could walk away now, that his (and her) hands were clean and everything could be put behind them. 

I don’t need to hammer home how stupid that is. Suffice to say, the FBI now knows where Mulder lives; and despite being lax about his recapture in the past-- and their reasons are never explained-- the FBI would automatically have detained him or caught him again within a matter of weeks or months, thrown him into prison, and worked a deal with him to get exactly what they wanted in the first place. It’s in Mulder’s best-- and only-- interest to play along; and Scully should have weighed this in the balance before offering the case (and his freedom) to her partner on a silver platter. 

But what tips Scully's character out of balance? The fact she breaks her promise to Mulder ten on-screen minutes after making it. Mulder’s only condition to the people who wanted him dead was to allow Scully to work the case with him... and Scully would have had to agree to his terms before she placed the call. Yes, she had other priorities with her terminally ill patient; but, no, she shouldn’t have agreed, then left, then left Mulder for continuing the mission while expecting her to investigate each new angle with him. Another important point: Scully’s personality is so poorly written that she is often portrayed as callous rather than scattered, harsh rather than overwhelmed, indifferent rather than justice-seeking; and those traits have never been part of her attributes. 

An In-Depth Analysis of The First Few Scenes

Scully’s first scene introduces her as a muted, downtrodden version of herself, trying to keep her head above water as the higher-ups of her Catholic private hospital push her and her patient (Christian) back under. She is presented as an intelligent doctor and capable woman who carved out a subservient existence after her life fell apart in 2002. 

However, that is directly contradicted a few minutes later when Mulder is introduced for the first time. While presenting the FBI’s offer-- his freedom in exchange for his help-- Scully dismisses the idea that the authorities wouldn’t be giving her partner a fair deal, citing the fact that both of them were left alone for five years because the FBI wanted them “out of their hair.” An incredibly illogical conclusion, given the circumstances that led to Mulder’s prison break; and an incredibly dangerous decision, to throw him back to the wolves, especially without rules or guidelines or even a pause to consider the possible lengths they might push him to go. Especially if they guessed where the two lived for four or five years and did nothing but tuck that information in their back pockets for later. Highly suspect; and dismissed with barely a thought. 

Is that out of character? The rationale the movie gives-- despite being very little, a pattern that will repeat-- is that Scully’s concerns for Mulder’s well-being (having been trapped, landlocked, on their property for at least four years) trump whatever qualms she would have about trusting the very institution that tried to have her partner dead and buried. However, Scully has a very clear pattern of behavior to draw from; and one that clearly concludes she trusts institutions of power as little as Mulder does, and allies in those institutions even less (as Skinner can attest after the multiple allegations and threats she’s levied against him, time and again.) Furthermore, any faith Scully might have had for the FBI was completely obliterated after Kersh became her overhead in Season 8 and her partner was nearly killed in Season 9. While Mulder might forgive and forget-- or let himself be led to the chopping block if it meant an innocent person be restored their life (i.e. his partner)-- Scully would be more hesitant to tell him about the offer, let alone shove Mulder into it blindly, especially if it was expected that Mulder go alone. The only reason she tagged along was at his request, meaning Scully would have handed the case over, waved goodbye, and let the chips fall where they may. Despite Scully’s character growth or possible character recession, that has never been who she was even at her most vulnerable: she always followed Mulder into the inferno, even if she didn’t believe it existed.  

Next, Scully tags along with Mulder to the FBI, then to Father Joe’s voluntary pedophile compound. Her egregious scenes begin here: she jumps in and immediately and viciously antagonizes Father Joe, the only lead in the case, jeopardizing not only the investigation (that she wasn’t invited on initially) but also her partner’s interview and possibly, ultimately, his freedom. 

Is that out of character? Scully has always flayed criminals alive, yelling at sundry characters for information or even smacking one that was already in cuffs (Tithonus.) However, she has never, ever, ever put innocent lives at risk because of a personal vendetta: spouting at Father Joe because he butchered a shared faith might make her feel powerful in the moment, but could lose them everything in the long run. 

Her antagonism during the interrogation makes Father Joe uncomfortable; and Scully is asked and expected to leave (and does) at his say-so. She immediately walks out, not wanting to take up time or make waves-- despite having already done so-- until Mulder joins her and the two chat about the previous scene. Unfortunately, here is where the movie begins major damage to Mulder’s character as well: he sides unnecessarily with Scully, saying she was right to push Father Joe and he only had “questions”... after standing aside and letting the witness boss his partner around. 

Is that out of character? For both of them and in this situation? Yes. Scully has left interrogations before, but only because she was fed up with whatever lie or excuse the interviewee was saying. Mulder always stands back and lets her fight her own battles, but never permitted someone else to dictate Scully’s actions to her and never allowed the conversation to dissolve before affirming this or that is what she wants to do. 

A few seconds later, Scully realizes Mulder is accompanying Father Joe and a few other agents to the scene of the crime… and her mood becomes upbeat, chipper even, as she deflects and banters and walks back to the vehicles. At this point, she completely abandons the promise she made to her partner-- to be with him on this case, as he stipulated-- because she wants to go home and thinks his work here is done. Even worse than that, we learn that Scully has already given up on the victim, brushing off the case and Mulder’s reminder that he needs her with a pointed insinuation that the missing woman’s likely already dead; which means Scully was more than willing to let a victim perhaps never be given justice because she wants to go home… where Mulder can’t go anymore because the FBI knows where ‘home’ is. 

Is that out of character? There have been many cases in the past that Scully was uninvested in and sought to extract herself from, Syzygy being the easiest example. In each situation, she stayed until all leads were concluded, because each victim-- no matter how outlandish or over the top or even evil-- deserved their fair share of justice. It was a motivating factor in her career fields in medicine and law enforcement, and something she reminded Mulder of constantly when he would lose sight of their purpose in pursuit of monsters. For Scully to abandon that ingrained moral code would take extreme measures, measures she never acts on except when in shock or locked into survival mode.

To cut a long example very short, Scully is a pendulum: browbeaten one moment, quipping and trading turns of phrase with Mulder the next; seeking an opportunity to help her partner against her better judgment on the one hand, breaking her promises and leaving him to his unprecedented fate on the other. She is unstable without an excuse or reason of instability; she is intelligent without the forethought that typified her former choices and career paths. She is afraid for Mulder while also throwing him fearlessly to the wolves. Mulder fares no better: caving to the demands of others, letting Scully stomp all over and out of his life without the cutting truth to keep them both straight (or awkwardly fumbling it spectacularly because of the atrocious dialogue), and playing nice with a pedophile who wants to “redeem” himself to go right back to the breeding ground of his sinful temptations. 

But Are They Out of Character? 

Short answer: Yes. Long Answer: Technically Yes. 

Scully and Mulder, like all people, operate on pre-established impulses-- those that guide them to act out on criminals or distrust the FBI or put their heads down in order to survive and stick them back up to help those in need. The Scully that rails at Father Joe is the Scully that burns holes in perpetrators with her eyes, and the Mulder that loses himself in a case is the Mulder that drags Scully down with him. 

But the sad truth is, there is logic and human restraint an individual applies to their actions that marks them as… well, an individual. Scully will volley in righteous fury at a villain when there is no time and answers must be had now, but not in an intensely delicate situation and definitely not to a man that holds all the power, everyone presumes, of at least two people’s lives-- one of which is her partner’s. Mulder will pursue, pursue, pursue a case to discover a monster, yes; but will reign himself in if lives or his relationship with Scully is at stake. Scully will leave him, but only because he no longer needs her. Mulder will pursue “the darkness” to his possible death, but only for Samantha (who he has made his peace with and moved past) or Scully. 

All of these factors are present in the movie but chopped up and sprinkled, fish-chow style, haphazardly throughout the script. Scully raging viciously at the wrong moments, Scully forgetting her own internal morals and built-in cautions at pivotal incidences, Scully bizarrely jumping on-off and on-off the case constantly. Mulder losing himself in unreasonability yet reasoning circles around everyone, Mulder believing and disbelieving and believing odd people at odder times, Mulder sitting back to watch his partner fumble then standing up for their partnership then letting it be continually belittled because the cue card said to.

Aims and Failures 

The movie is trying to establish that Mulder is still tuned into old frequencies but has lost touch with Scully’s because she’s moved her dial forward and is afraid to go back. The problem is Scully (and Mulder) is constantly dial-switching throughout this movie: agreeable and snarky and wonderfully cooperative one second then insecure and moody and unreasonable the next. Why that won’t work is because Scully has always been written as a woman who bases her actions firmly in rationale, in logic, only dipping away from that safe logic in momentary bouts of insanity or insecurity. She has neither this movie: past Scully wanted to have a place secured at Mulder’s side, and wanted to be his first priority, above the work. Now, she has both; but she is willing to toss that away because her partner is committed to solving a case that she signed him up for and he has, logically, no way out of without severe consequences. Mulder’s home has been discovered, Mulder’s safety is dependent on the men and women who have allied to him for a common goal, Mulder’s freedom is on shaky ground without anything at his back to protect him-- particularly because his partner, the woman who always had his back, walks out on him, breaking her promise she made ten minutes into the movie. 

What IWTB wanted for Mulder was an obsessive journey ala Oubliette and Demons with a little of “the darkness” of Grotesque mixed in. Unfortunately, this case had no parallels to his sister’s abduction-- a necessary ingredient in every other M.O. that made Mulder emotionally compromised-- and the writers also forgot that Mulder doesn’t “lose himself” in “the darkness” when solving cases-- which was the point of Grotesque.

What IWTB wanted for Scully was a crisis of faith and self-doubt ala Memento Mori and Orison with a little Emily mixed in. Unfortunately, her emotional journey was completely divorced from the dictates of the script, separating her from human compassion and empathy rather than highlighting her as the only person driven by and punished for it.  

What IWTB got instead was a mishmash of David Duchovny and Gillian Anderson charades they were paid to play straight-faced. (No wonder they struggled to get back into character, here, after the writers lost four years of notes right after the movie was given a greenlight, here.)

What Would Have Been in Character? 

Well, we know Scully is scared of being sucked back into her former life, that she is even more scared her partner will implode if he doesn’t take the case and earn his way to freedom. We know she’s afraid to fail Christian because she’s failed to keep William. We know the medical trauma she is reexperiencing through her patient is reminiscent of her own (and Emily’s, though unacknowledged) fight with death. 

We know Mulder is afraid to lose Scully. We know he is angry with the FBI, angry with religion (or supposed to be), angry that his enemies are only calling him up from the grave they dug for him because they need his help. We know that anger is not enough to keep him from helping an innocent person. 

What doesn’t make sense: Agent Drummond’s similarities to Samantha’s case, Scully’s inability to keep her promises, Mulder and Scully’s blind trust that the FBI will uphold their end of the deal (despite what they say), Mulder’s inability to convince his partner intelligibly, Scully having lost faith in Mulder as well as herself. 

What would make sense: Scully loses faith in herself and her abilities but never Mulder (a hallmark of her personality since Season 2's One Breath.) Mulder strives to save Drummond’s life because she’s a victim, not “his sister.” Both of them stick even tighter together because they don’t trust the FBI as far as they can throw them. Scully stands up to Father Joe, which allows her to start standing up for herself in the Catholic private clinic. Mulder and Scully’s argument happens when Scully has to abandon the case to save Christian’s life, not because she’s given up on herself and Mulder and the boy; and Mulder understands but argues he needs her with him; and the fight escalates because they are both trying to save lives against the clock and neither are more wrong or more right. There is no split, only resignation that they must walk treacherous paths alone. Mulder is in trouble and only then does Scully bare her fangs at Father Joe, forcing him to cooperate. 

All of the above “fixes” already happen in the film, but are scrambled into disparate and incongruous segments; and those segments are wedged between other scenes, ultimately making no sense and jumbling the whole into an awful mess. 

What Were the Strongest In-Character Scenes?

There is exactly one scene for Scully, one scene for Mulder, and one scene together that works; and all three must be kept totally separate from context in order to function. 

When Mulder at first deflects then accepts the FBI’s offer, he is fully engaged but falling apart: a man on the precipice, staring down a ticking bomb but helpless to move lest his life and his loved one’s life blows to pieces. He leaves the safety of his nest to help others in need, getting in touch with the altruistic part of himself that he'd tried to bury deep down in irrecoverable places.

When Scully breaks down in her office, ashamed and overwhelmed at the horrendous carelessness thrown Christian's way, a truer part of her character shines through: the accumulation of the woman who went into medicine to save lives and only left it for justice, that added burdens to her back and kept her private sorrows close to her heart. That’s Scully. 

When Scully and Mulder reflect on Christian and their son and the hole that can never be filled inside of them, it taps into the mature grief of two parents who have lost but could have had more if, if, if. Two parents who know hope is out there, that “the truth we both know” is out of their reach but is, they trust, growing up happy and healthy. That their happiness now is enough, but they can still do more and help more and hope for more. 

How Those Scenes Are Ruined, Too

Mulder only accepts the case because he projects Samantha onto Drummond, erasing his sister’s closure and further establishing him as a man who only helps if he can reflect that person’s tragedy back onto himself. 

Scully cries over Christian while tossing Drummond over her shoulder, establishing her as a woman who has limited sympathy and won’t waste it on someone she doesn’t know or care about. 

“Scratchy beard” is ruined because it only works in isolation: if the preceding scene of another woman’s capture is factored into it as well as Scully’s disinterest for Drummond and Mulder’s selfishly-vested interest in the case, then this cute couple moment is held together by two main leads that are wholly and completely self-oriented and self-serving. Not only that, but it taints the rest of their actions in this scene as well, with Mulder getting up to shave because of buzzing self-interest and Scully wanting to forget about the drug in the victim’s system because it will mess with her sleep. 

In Conclusion

Get me outta here.

Despite being absolutely and irrevocably broken only ten minutes into this movie (read my live reaction and breakdown-- heh-- of the movie: Part I, Part II, and Part III), I had hoped there would be nuance to the interesting problem of Scully’s disconnected decisions. 

Boy, was I wrong. 

But I did find that the nuance lay in a different direction: Scully didn’t act out-of-bounds so much as out-of-order; but those out-of-order sequences completely demolished her character. And lest Mulder escape unscathed, he had some incredibly short and incredibly explosive little moments as well.

All in all: a very bad, very boring movie.

Thanks for reading~

Enjoy! 

#txf #xf meta #meta #xfiles #x-files #I Want to Believe: A Character Study in Disordered Writing #the x files #IWTB #I Want to Believe #The X-Files #movie #DD #GA #CC #review #randomfoggytiger Christmas #2023

[flastar13]

In an au where Coriolanus is president and looking for his ex-girlfriend:

Coriolanus running to hug Lucy Gray: Lucy Gray❤️ my love, where were you?

Lucy Gray tied to a chair after being taken from her idyllic home in the woods by violent peacekeepers: What do you want now, you narcissistic, murderous asshole🤬?

Coriolanus😭: Why do you treat me like this my singing bird, I just want you to love me?

Lucy Gray😡: You tried to hunt me in that forest as if I were an animal, you betrayed your best friend causing his execution and let's not forget the countless atrocities your government commits.

Coriolanus😧😃: That was because you dared to end me through snake mail🐍, Sejanus was for the welfare of the nation😇, the same as the other sacrifices I had to make, so as your president 😎 I demand your gratitude and affection.

Lucy Gray 🤬: Fuck you Coriolanus, I would never share a zoo cage with you again.

Coriolanus 🥺: You're rejecting me, well I'll have to send multicolored adult snakes the size of a person to the next tributes of district 12 again. Do you remember them are the same ones that I threw your handkerchief to so that they would become familiar with your sweet scent? That's why I had to be a peacemaker in that horrible district.

Lucy Gray😰: Coryo... They're just kids... You can't do that...

Coriolanus🤔: What would sweet Maude Ivory be if she were harvested? Or Del Covey if a mysterious bomb went off in her house?

Lucy Gray😡: Don't mess around like my family, BITCH.

Coriolanus😌: What if all the mines in the 12th district are closed along with the black market? After all we count on District 5 for power.

Lucy Gray😭: Coriolanus please stop, they are innocent people and the 12th district was never my home, I was just trapped there by the war.

Coriolanus😈: And do not think that I will allow you to abandon me again, I will throw you in a cell in the prison of the presidential mansion in front of a huge television screen where you will see how people suffer because of you, until you are begging to be my girlfriend again.

Lucy Gray: You're married!

Coriolanus😒: Yes with Livia but I haven't seen her since our arranged wedding. So if you come back with me I'll give you all the first lady rooms and let you sing in the Pluribus culb, but if you need more time to think about it I respect that and I'll cut the food budget for District 12.

Lucy Gray 😭: It's okay Coriolanus I'll do what you want but don't hurt anyone.

Coriolanus👿: Is that all you have to tell me after so many years? After I send my best men away from the cover of civilization? After poisoning the entire cabinet to find you? After putting aside my busy schedule to see you? Officer execute order 66 in the district...!

Lucy Gray 😭🥺: Wait Coryo my love, I love you, you are a sweet cake with cream and as pure as freshly fallen snow Do you want to be my boyfriend again?

Coriolanus 😢: That was so sweet but it's not enough 👿 officer execute...

Lucy Gray 😫: I'm yours, only yours!

Coriolanus 😳: Really? I own you?

Lucy Gray 😭😫: If Coryo you are my owner, I belong to you just as you belong to me, it is written in the stars. Do you remember?

Coriolanus😍: Yes! 😏 Prove it.

Lucy Gray gives him the most passionate kiss of her life.

Coriolanus😍: Perfect my love (He proceeds to untie her but places a golden slave collar around her neck that will warn her if she leaves the presidential mansion without permission) now let's take a bath together like in the old days and then we go to my room to get catch up on my bed, then you have to prepare for your interview with Lucky Flickerman for your return and your duties as a mentor to the District 12 tributes.

Lucy Gray proceeds to cry uncontrollably as Coriolanus hugs her, comforts her, and inadvertently injects her with some kind of aphrodisiac.

#ballad of songbirds and snakes #tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #the hunger games #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #coriolanus x lucy gray #president snow

[whump-me]

Martyr, Chapter 12: Lend Me a Prisoner

Chapter 12 of Martyr, a novel-length sci-fi whump story about a captured Martian rebel with a secret and the renowned interrogator who has waited a decade for the chance to break him. This series is best read in order. Masterpost here.

Contains: whumper POV, cold whumper, aftermath of beating, implied future torture

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Isadora

Isadora had lost track of time. She had thought it was still midmorning. Instead, it was lunchtime, and no one was at their desks. When she passed the cafeteria, the noise from inside told her everyone who wasn’t out on assignment was in there, enjoying a break together.

Which meant that if she walked in, they would all see her. Her bruised throat, her rumpled uniform. The emotion on her face. She wasn’t even sure what her face would show. She didn’t know what she was feeling. Anger was the wrong word—it was too simple. Shame, maybe. Her old therapist back on Earth could have told her. But there was a reason she had stopped going to therapy as soon as the military had cleared her.

She weighed the thought of walking in and showing everyone far more than she wanted them to see, versus the idea of pacing back and forth in the hallway until everyone got done eating. The restless fire in her veins made the decision for her. She threw the doors open and marched to the far end of the room, ignoring the stares, the sudden hush that turned into a flurry of whispers.

Clara Benoit was sitting alone, eating whatever slop the cafeteria was serving for lunch today—it was green, with the consistency of oatmeal, and smelled like broccoli after it had gone through the digestive system of some lower-order mammal. The woman’s head jerked up sharply as Isadora rattled the table. When her eyes locked on Isadora, naked terror flooded her face.

Isadora couldn’t blame her. She scared her people at the best of times, even though she was never anything other than fair to them. Having a reputation for being willing to get things done, on a planet full of lazy people trying to get away with doing the bare minimum, would do that. And that was when she didn’t look like she had just come out of a fight.

Benoit was young. One of this year’s new recruits, still not adjusted to the gravity in the Martian domes, which was ever so slightly higher than Earth’s. She moved with the telltale stiffness all new recruits had, like she was constantly sore after a hard workout. Whoever had made the adjustments to make the gravity more Earthlike had overcompensated, and no one—not the initial colonists, and not Earth’s soldiers—had bothered to correct the problem. Typical for this planet. Isadora didn’t think the two of them had ever had an actual conversation before, aside from the initial intake interview where Isadora had made sure she wasn’t stupid or lazy enough to throw Isadora’s entire operation into jeopardy.

“Benoit,” Isadora began. Her voice was raspy. Speaking hurts. She had spoken too soon when she had said she wouldn’t destroy Wraith. By the time she was done with him, he—

No. She would not let anger master her. Not even after what he had done, the way he had so thoroughly made a fool of her. If she did, she would be handing him a victory. Another victory. She took a deep breath.

“Yes?” Benoit said hesitantly. “I mean, um, yes, ma’am. I mean… what do you need, ma’am?”

“You currently have three prisoners assigned to you for interrogation,” said Isadora. All of them easy, and none of them important to Special Security’s efforts, if Grayson was handing out assignments correctly. The latest batch of new recruits hadn’t proved themselves yet. Best not to put them in a position where they could do any harm with their mistakes.

“Yes, ma’am. The interrogations are all going well. Would you like an initial report?” She took a nervous look into Isadora’s eyes. “Have… have I done something wrong?”

“Not that I know of.”

“Then… forgive me for asking, ma’am, but what…”

“Never ask forgiveness,” Isadora advised. “It’s a bad habit. As for why I’m here, I have a request. I need to borrow a prisoner.”

The confusion on Benoit’s face didn’t abate. “Borrow a…”

“You really should learn to finish a sentence—you’ll never be able to keep control of an interrogation otherwise. Lend me one of your prisoners. As far as I know, all three of yours are relatively expendable, so it shouldn’t matter which one. Choose based on whatever criteria you like. Whichever one you’re having the most trouble with, maybe. Or whoever you find the most irritating. It doesn’t matter. Finish your meal, make your choice, and send me the file. I want it in front of me within the hour.”

“I’m sorry, ma’am, but what do you mean by borrow one?”

“I assume you’re familiar with the concept of borrowing,” Isadora said impatiently. “I know you new recruits are often sent to me with shameful gaps in your knowledge, but surely I don’t need to explain basic human social niceties to you.” As Benoit quailed, Isadora took pity on her and relented. “When I say borrow, I mean just that. I require the use of one of your prisoners on a temporary basis. There is, however, a chance you won’t get them back, which is why I came to you. You’re too wet behind the ears to have been assigned a prisoner of any real importance.”

Benoit didn’t appear offended by that. Good. That almost made up for the apologizing and asking forgiveness and all the unfinished sentences. “What do you need them for?”

“That’s not your concern,” Isadora said shortly. “Can you follow my instructions or not?” Some days, Isadora suspected the only reason Earth had put her in charge was because no one else around here knew how to take initiative.

“If you give me more details, I might have a better idea of who to pick.”

“I already told you it doesn’t matter. And I don’t intend to give you more details.”

Benoit swallowed. She got a look in her eyes like she was about to do something she knew she shouldn’t. It was the same look Isadora’s older brother had gotten when they were kids, the day he had decided to leap out of his second-story window to test the wings he had crafted out of paper. He had broken both his legs. Benoit looked as if she anticipated a similar fate.

“I know it’s not my place to say so,” she said in a small voice, “but you don’t seem… yourself today. Is something wrong?”

Isadora fixed her with her patented stare that had made more than one prisoner wet themselves. “What does not myself mean, exactly?” she said in a low, icy voice. “And interrogator should know to be precise with their words. Do you intend to imply that you see something wrong with my simple request? Perhaps you’re concerned for the prisoner in question. You wouldn’t be the first to show sympathy for the rebellion. Have you heard those stories? Do you know how they ended?”

Benoit seemed to shrink in front of Isadora until Isadora was surprised she could still see over the table. A shudder ran through her. She stared down at the green goop in front of her, blinking hard, like she was trying not to cry. “I didn’t… I didn’t mean…”

A trickle of cold disgust ran down the back of Isadora’s neck. Not disgust at the new recruit, even though Benoit was not only back to not finishing her sentences, she was sitting there shaking like she was a prisoner herself, with none of the dignity Special Security should exhibit. Another moment, and she would be a weeping mess. If there was anything Isadora hated more than people who let anger control them, it was people who couldn’t find a backbone. The only thing worse was sloppiness.

But Isadora was only disgusted with herself. Benoit was acting like a prisoner because Isadora was treating her like one. This woman was under her command, which made her Isadora’s responsibility. Hers to protect, hers to teach. Not hers to terrorize. Certainly not for asking a simple question. On any other day, she would have been gratified to see someone asking questions. It would mean they cared enough about their duties to do more than blindly follow orders.

“I’m sorry,” Isadora said.

Benoit’s startled eyes snapped to hers. Isadora couldn’t blame her for the comically befuddled look on her face. She couldn’t remember the last time an apology had left her lips.

“I’ll add a notation to your file granting you an additional week of paid leave,” Isadora continued. “Take it whenever you like, as long as you give at least three days’ notice beforehand.”

That didn’t make Benoit look any less confused. “Thank you, ma’am. But, um… what’s the reason?”

Isadora could hardly say it was out of guilt for the way she had treated her a moment ago. “For lending me that prisoner.” She paused. “And for not mentioning to anyone else that I’m… not myself.”

The woman nodded like an overzealous puppeteer had yanked her strings too hard. “I won’t say anything,” she said, her voice thick with fear. “I promise.” After a pause, she added, “Do you want me to keep this… prisoner borrowing… a secret, too?”

Isadora open her mouth to say yes, then closed it again. In close quarters like this, secrets had a way of getting around. And a rumor with no explanation attached would invite speculation. Isadora didn’t want anyone to guess at the troubles she was having with Wraith. It would be hard enough to get to the security footage of him attacking her and lock it to her clearance level only, before that rumor started spreading too. A prisoner who had managed to lay a hand on the untouchable Isadora Pope… they would whisper about that one in the cafeteria for months.

She really should have taken care of that before coming here. Benoit was right—she wasn’t herself.

“No,” she said. “I’ll handle the necessary explanations.” It shouldn’t be too hard to find some bland bureaucratic reason for her to temporarily take over a prisoner’s interrogation. “Can you get me what I need?”

Her head bobbed, her eyes still wide with fear. “Within the hour,” she promised.

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[forensicated]

Smiffina Episodes: 480

Smithy gets a call to head to the front office to collect something that turns out to be a bunch of flowers. Gina teases him thinking he's bought them for Kezia, however they're for her! From Peter! And Smithy absolutely LOVES winding her up.

Gina reads the card as Smithy leaves the room, whatever is on it, she's not happy about it as she screws it up and throws it across the room.

Smithy and Gina are investigating an old lag, Jimmy Collins, who hasn't gone back to prison after a home visit. They find him at his wife's house - despite her claiming innocence - and Smithy chases him outside where he gets in his wifes car and drives off - causing Smithy to do a rather impressive bounce!

To be fair though, it's not only Smithy who's having a bad day in this episode...!

Reg's famous hypochondria is back in action as Gina finds Diane waiting for him in the yard after she and Smithy have brought Jimmy's wife in. He's complaining of a gippy tummy that has 'knocked him sideways' . Gina tells him to go home or get to work but stop complaining.

Jimmy's wife tells them that he'd said he had 'a thing to do' that morning and then he'd go back to prison but he didn't tell her what that thing was. She says he left the house with her at 8.30, she went shopping and then the police arrived as she got home. Reg is only too happy to trawl through the CCTV looking for Jimmy's movements but Diane keeps begging him to go home because she wants to go out and about.

Reg finds Jimmy on the CCTV and he's clearly been hurt, holding his jacket to his side and limping towards a chemists where he steals bandages and painkillers.

Gina takes delivery of another parcel from Peter - his gifts have gone up in the world as this time it's a dress, shoes and shawl. "The mans got more money than sense!" Gina is horrified though Smithy is very amused. "Er, that's something you wouldn't hear most women complaining about!" Nikki arrives with a further delivery, tickets for the ballet! "As if someone likes me wants to see a bunch of blokes in codpieces prancing around the stage!" Smithy can barely hold his laughter in. "I'm not going!" she insists, even when Smithy points out that the tickets are around £500 for the two given it's a private box!

Look at that little shit...!!

Jimmy's car is found covered in blood, his last known associates are either in another country, in prison, or dead. If he is planning a job it's either by himself or with a new team he might have met during one of his home visits. However, given the amount of blood he appears to be losing, he can't have gotten far.

Diane asks Smithy if she can be paired with someone else because Reg is still refusing to go outside and she claims it doesn't need two of them to watch the CCTV. Smithy gently explains that he's not doing it on purpose, it's simply how Reg is processing Honey's death and that he wants to be at the station and in amongst the team. She sighs but gives in and goes to sit back with him.

June shouts down to Smithy and Gina after she's received the blood results from her stabbing case. There's two sets of DNA on the knife that stabbed the school boy that morning. The boy who was stabbed and Jimmy Collins. She knows Collins is the name of the prisoner they're searching for so they join forces to find out what the hell is going on. June explains that a school boy, Tom Ryan, has admitted stabbing the victim, Martin Clark and that Clark confirmed it but June didn't believe them then and really doesn't now. Tom has gone to youth court, Martin is still at St Hugh's and Jimmy's wife is back in the interview room. She tells them that she hasn't heard Jimmy mention anyone by Martin's name. She does however recognise Tom's name as the son of Jimmy's best friend who has died. He promised Tom he'd help look after him and has kept his promise.

Gina goes to Tom's mums house... and finds Jimmy there who tries to hold her hostage. Smithy realises after Diane and Reg update him on the CCTV and he rushes to get to Gina. In the mean time, Jimmy tells the two women that Martin Clark was bullying Tom. He followed Tom to school to make sure he was ok and then he was going to go to prison but then Martin appeared and started picking on Tom. Jimmy went to his aid, Martin got lippy and produced a knife and stabbed him - Jimmy lashed out and stabbed Martin in the struggle by accident. Jimmy told Tom to run, he picked up the blade worrying about Jimmy's fingerprints and threw it on the roof before running off as Jimmy made him go with him. Gina explains that Tom is saying it was him - and that Martin verified that. Jimmy nods and shows the wound on his side that is bleeding badly as he weakens, saying he wouldn't want them to know about it. Gina collapses and Smithy calls again. She tells him she's fine but that they need an ambulance immediately for Jimmy.

Smithy gets Gina to the car and tells her to go meet Peter. She thinks it's too later but he insists it's fine, he'll do the paperwork and that she should stop making excuses and go and enjoy herself. Peter has sent a limo to collect her and it's waiting outside as Smithy and June watch Gina approaching. "Those shoes won't stay on long!" June muses, watching poor Gina struggling in the heels. "... Let's hope the dress does!" Smithy grins.

#dale smith #alex walkinshaw #roberta taylor #smithy #smiffina #smiffinalong #gina gold #roger valentine #john bowler #chris jarvis #dan casper #episode 480 #the bill

[aggimaginary]

The Bad Guys (my version) - The Bad Guys Reunited (chapter 14)

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We are so close to the epilogue. Make the most of it! Enjoy the story.

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Diane finally arrived at the police station, adjusting her tie as she prepared for her presentation. Need to impress the fuming Chief standing at the parking lot as she talked to Tiffany Fluffit, her camera crew, and Mira Rose, interviewing her. She simply jumped off and her motorcycle turned back into a suitcase, leaving it for another time for another ride later.

"Chief," called Diane. "Thank you that you're here."

"This better be good," grumbled Chief Luggins. "I got reports of a 'guinea pig invasion' and the charity trucks being stolen. What is going on there? Who in the world would be stealing of all of them?"

"Trust me," reassured Diane. "It's going to be someone you don't expect. You don't want to miss this."

"Look!" gasped Tiffany, pointing to the arriving car.

Everyone's attention was on the Bad Guys as Wolf drove the car over with the meteorite right at the back. All for everyone to see.

Chief's eyes widened as she adjusted her cap. Never thought in her life she would see the Bad Guys doing a heroic feat. "Well, butter my crumpets."

Tiffany was ecstatic to see this. "Can it be? The Bad Guys are returning the meteorite? Perhaps this is the feel-good story we all need!"

Hearing Tiffany's news update from the radio, the Bad Guys cheered. This was something different they never heard before. This time, they helped to do the right thing and that could help them get out of prison. They wouldn't have to take the blame for taking the meteorite and stealing the charity money! They could show that they weren't monsters anymore!

Even though Hornet would face another worst moment of his life again, like how he was at the Gala of Goodness, he couldn't let this secret dark past would separate him from his friends, who were happy in response when they found out they will be declared as "heroes" after this whole mess, "Well, guess we could get use to that."

"Do you guys think they'll throw us a party?" Tarantula guessed

"Yeah!" Piranha said, loving the idea. "With fireworks, piñatas and cake!"

However, upon the mention of cake, this reminded them of Snake. If he was with them, he would insist that he wouldn't like to have cake at a party to celebrate their victory. But he wasn't here. He wasn't.

They all turned to where Snake usually sat at and spotted the gold and white birthday hat he wore during his birthday. It was already crumpled since Snake rejected it and left it behind in the car. To them, it nearly felt as if a part of Snake was already ripped away from them. Out there…with the wrong crew who never saw the same way as they do.

Wolf stopped the car, braking to a pause.

Diane raised an eyebrow. Since she was far from the car, she wondered what was going on with them.

Wolf looked up with a dejected look.

She tilted her head. She glanced at his crew. Then at the meteorite. She remembered that Marmalade was still out there with Snake, but…did they have another idea? And they had no idea how they would be able to use it to shut off the mind-controlled guinea pigs.

While Wolf wanted to go for a better life without living in fear, he and his friends couldn't go along with doing it without Snake. He hung his head between his arms and slapped his hand against the steering wheel

"We can't do this without him," admitted Wolf.

"Yeah. It doesn't feel right doing a good thing without him," Hornet added, knowing how that felt.

Shark smiled warmly. "He might be a Mr. Grumpy Pants…"

"But he's our Mr. Grumpy Pants," finished Tarantula.

The Bad Guys nodded, knowing that despite having the option to walk away, they needed Snake with them. It was better than one of their own being separated from them again. Without hesitation and all of them seemingly on the same plan, Wolf slammed the gas and the car sped off. It rushed right past Diane, Chief Luggins, Tiffany, and Mira, who could stare at this in shock.

Diane just shrugged, shaking her head in frustration. She could only hope that whatever the Bad Guys were doing, they could solve it.

Meanwhile, Chief wasn't so open-minded as the fox was.

"WOLF!" she yelled.

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As the Bad Guys sped through the streets, they entered the highway to find their friend. They spotted a helicopter with Cuddles flying it, hovering over the city to see the entire heist fall apart in front of Marmalade's and Snake's eyes. They were in an argument as the two bickered over who lost the money.

"I'm starting to see why your friends dumped you!" Marmalade snarled, grabbing Snake.

"I don't have any friends!" Snake hissed back as he pressed his head against Marmalade's.

Their attention to the road when they heard a loud horn beeping. Looking down, they found the Bad Guys on the now-deserted highway with the meteorite at the back.

"Snake!" Wolf cried, "Snake!"

"Wolf?" said Snake. He didn't expect his friends to come back to him. Not even when they could use the meteorite to clear their names.

"Snake, come back!" Wolf pleaded

"We need you, baby!" Shark shouted, opening his arms.

"And you need us!" Tarantula said.

"We're your family!" Hornet cried.

"Oh, there you go again. Making it personal." Marmalade paid no attention to the Bad Guys coming back for Snake, seeing the meteorite. "I'll give you one last chance to give me the meteorite!"

"Oh, yeah?" Piranha questioned cockily as he stood up on the window screen, "What you gonna do, Whiskers?"

Marmalade snorted furiously. He snatched the mind-controlling helmet from Snake and placed it onto his head, "This."

The professor concentrated and with that, he could feel all the controlled guinea pigs coming to where he needed them to be. On the ground, the Bad Guys could feel the entire land rumbling. They looked around, trying to find the source of the sound. However, this was soon followed by the sounds of chittering and snaps of trees and fences being destroyed.

Looking behind, they could see the palm trees falling down as a huge army of blue-eyed guinea pigs came running it. It looked like it wasn't even less than a million of them! With a large amount of pigs, they even formed together to create huge lumps to form a barrier around the Bad Guys. And they were chasing after them under the control of the mad Marmalade.

"This isn't good!" Hornet squeaked in panic.

"We've got adorable company," Shark gasped.

"Floor it!" Tarantula screamed.

Wolf tried to place the car into a higher gear. As they reached a lone tunnel, trying to catch up to Marmalade, they could see the army of guinea pigs slowly rising like towers. They seemed to be forming together to create large fists, trying to slam right onto the car. The Bad Guys narrowly dodged, driving right across the indestructible pigs. The guinea pigs tried to slam into them again, only leaving the tunnel walls broken before sweeping the car forwards.

"Maybe I shouldn't have called him Whiskers…" said Piranha quietly.

Hornet was still holding on Piranha's mohawk, and shouted, "Don't regret that, sweetie!"

"WHAT?!" Wolf, Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula nearly heard what Hornet said.

"Uh, I said, 'buddy!' Yeah, don't regret that, buddy!" Hornet smiled sheepishly while they continued to chase away from the guinea pigs.

As they rode right out of the tunnel, the car leapt as it drove over the guinea pigs. The army wasn't down as it formed into another fist before again slamming itself onto the car. Wolf was keeping his eyes on the road, determined to catch up to Marmalade and Snake. The rest of the crew were panicking as they held on for dear life. Even the cat had to hold onto the seat to keep himself from flying.

"When I woke up this morning, this is NOT where I saw the day going!" Tarantula exclaimed.

The guinea pigs kept repeatedly slamming into the Bad Guys. With nowhere else to turn, Wolf was forced to keep forward and try to avoid being crushed by the army of guinea pigs. Even worse, they crashed through a construction barrier which meant one thing.

They were already going to the broken bridge that led to the crater.

Snake could only watch in shock as the furious Marmalade tried to slam the guinea pigs right into the Bad Guys. For him, it was becoming too much with every blow Marmalade tried to make. His friends could have been hurt!

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Snake called, trying to bring Marmalade to some sense. "Hey, hey, let's dial this down a notch, huh? Besides, you'll never get him. He's too good a driver."

The professor stopped, panting from his homicidal insanity. Looking down, the car was left unscratched by the guinea pigs. There was no other way to stop them until they wore themselves out, but the day was approaching already.

A wicked idea came up in his mind.

"Hmm…you're right," Marmalade said, "But now that I think of it, maybe it would be better to exploit his greatest weakness."

"Exactly!" Snake agreed. But it didn't take long for him to see what he meant when he saw Marmalade's hand on his tail, "Wait."

Too late. Marmalade threw Snake out of the helicopter. He barely survived when he swam through the air and bit right onto the landing gear. This was his only chance of survival if he didn't want to drop to his death.

The Bad Guys gasped, surprised by Marmalade's sheer callousness.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!" Wolf shouted, "Hold on! Hold it, hold it, hold it!"

Marmalade cackled in glee, stepping onto the landing gear as he dared to and placed one foot onto Snake's head. He wore a nasty grin as he dared to push Snake off the helicopter

"Okay! Okay! You win!" Wolf said, "You can have the space rock!"

Marmalade paused, glaring firmly at the Bad guys below. "Good boy, Wolf."

With the mind-controlling helmet, he made the guinea pigs make a spacing for the Bad Guys to drive clearly without bumping into anything. They were already on the bridge, so it was now or nothing. As the helicopter's claw reached down to grab onto the meteorite, Wolf got Piranha to take the wheel, making his way to the meteorite.

"Take the wheel," he told Piranha before snarling up at Marmalade, "Not so fast! Pull him up first or I'll use this!" When he took out his weapon, it was a lipstick in Marmalade's eyes.

"Oh, come now," snorted the professor.

Though the smirk on his face was wiped off when Wolf flicked the lipstick and a long blue blade flashed right out of it. He placed it near the chain, letting it melt a little into it.

"Do it or you'll lose the rock!" Wolf warned.

Marmalade narrowed his eyes. He looked down to see the crater ahead of them.

"If you insist," he said quietly. "Cuddles!"

In this response, the helicopter hovered higher. The claw still hung onto the meteorite, but the chain stretched. Everyone was confused by this, but upon seeing the dead look on Marmalade's face, they realized what this could mean to them.

"You want him?" Marmalade asked menacingly. "He's yours."

With that, he kicked Snake off the helicopter. Snake could only scream as he was sent falling, right in the middle of the gigantic crater where the meteorite first hit.

"SNAKE!" Wolf cried.

He immediately rushed back to the driver's seat, but the meteorite was lifted up by Marmalade's helicopter. As the Bad Guys drove as fast as they could, the guinea pigs tried to catch up to stop them from going any further. With the army rising, the car rode across them, even going down below at certain points. Wolf was already panicking in his mind, hoping that he could save him.

He could see the other end of the ruined bridge. He saw that the guinea pigs were coming together as if they were forming a ramp. An idea came to his mind.

"Guys, I know it's crazy," he said, determination flashing in his eyes. "But we're gonna jump it."

"Crazy?!" squealed Piranha. "You're finally speaking my language, chico!"

Putting the lever to higher gear, Wolf managed to get the car to ride over the guinea pigs while his friends held on for dear life. They were near the edge at this point. It would be all or nothing right now. With Snake nearly disappearing from their sight, they hoped that they would fly right through to get him and make it to the other side of the crater.

And then, they made the jump.

Guinea pigs flew everywhere as the car rode off from the makeshift ramp. All the Bad Guys with fierce determination to save their friend.

"We're gonna make it!" Piranha screamed.

The determination was flattering, but there wasn't enough speed or more guinea pigs to ensure that this would be a safe ticket.

And the crater was huge of course.

As the Bad Guys found themselves falling, they could only scream with the blowing winds forcing them out of the car. Wolf could only pathetically try to reach it, seeing that there was nowhere else to run.

Falling through the open space with the crater below, guinea pigs flying near them, Wolf found the panicking Snake. He swam his way to his friend, hoping to be able to see his friend one last time.

"You came back," said Snake, still surprised from this turn.

Wolf admitted tearfully. "Snake, I should've been honest with you. I was afraid that if you knew…I-I wanted to be good that you'd…"

"Act like a jerk and never talk to you again?" Snake finished, looking guilty.

"Yeah," Wolf chuckled anxiously. "Point is I…I-I-I, you know…"

"Yeah," Snake nodded, smiling. "I love you, too, buddy."

With the two reconciled, they shared an embrace with each other.

The rest of the Bad Guys followed them with the scared cat clinging onto Shark. They all formed a circle together to see each other as they fell.

"This-this is so beautiful," Shark stuttered, tears in his eyes, "Do you know how beautiful this is, you guys?"

"Now…" Piranha began to sob, "Now you're gonna make me cry!"

"I know!" wailed Tarantula, "So pathetic, right?"

"Aaaww, guys, now you got me crack up too," Hornet tried not to cry, but he couldn't help but shed tears like Shark, Piranha, and Tarantula did, "I love you guys sooooo much!"

Snake just silently watched this with tears in his eyes, knowing that at least he got to be with his crew again.

"Come on, guys," Wolf said. "Who said it was the end?"

Their bemoans changed tune when they saw him pulling out his grappling gun.

The car hit the crater with enough fuel in it to cause it to explore. Not only Wolf was able to get his grappling hook to work for once, but the explosion was so impactful that it propelled the Bad Guys sky high when they grabbed onto each other. Hornet didn't need to cling to his friends as he could fly himself as long as his friends were out of danger as well. The hook managed to latch onto the side of the highway, saving their lives. Not only that, the explosion was so powerful that it caused Marmalade to stumble and the mind-controlling helmet to be blown off his head.

He cried in horror when it was teared into shreds by the helicopter.

Within moments, the guinea pigs all returned to normal, and freed from his control. Their blue glowing eyes slowly turned back to the normal beady black eyes. Seemingly oblivious to the chaos happening around them, they all scurried off, making their way back to the city.

"No, no! Cuddles!" screamed Marmalade as he hung on for dear life. "We're losing altitude! We're losing altitude! We're going down!"

As the helicopter spun around, unable to make a clean escape as Marmalade hoped for, the rest of the Bad Guys were hanging by the hook with Wolf needing to carry all of them. There were a few seconds of silence between them as they calmed down from their near-death experience.

Then, Piranha popped out from the bottom.

"What happened? Did we blow up?" he asked. "Is this heaven?"

Hornet chuckled at this as he facepalmed smilingly, "It can't be. You're here!"

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Special thanks to TU4QU0I53T4IAN6L3 for helping me with this chapter.

When I found out about Piranha's line at the end was from Wolf in book 3, I decided to add Snake's line from the book for Hornet.

Hope you like this chapter. See you soon!

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#the bad guys #thebadguys #dreamworks the bad guys #the bad guys dreamworks #the bad guys movie #tbg #the bad guys movie 2022 #the bad guys 2022 #mr wolf #mr snake #mr shark #mr piranha #ms tarantula #mr hornet #the bad guys oc #tbg dreamworks #The Bad Guys fanfic

[briamichellewrites]

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Elliot got another puppy named Bark Damon, an eight-week-old yellow, tan and black Pug. Brad asked why he needed another puppy. Because he wanted a playmate for Bruce while he was gone. He posted a picture of the new puppy to his Instagram. Brad didn’t want him to adopt any more animals because four were enough! There was also a limit in Los Angeles County on how many animals he could own. He was at that limit and if he adopted more, they risked being taken from him by animal control.

That would break his heart and cause him to go into a deep depression. He didn’t want that for him. After coming home with her, he sat down on the floor with her in his arms. The animals came over to investigate the new puppy. They sniffed her out. She smelled like a puppy. Bruce was happy to finally have another puppy and not another cat. He could play with the puppy and teach her how to be a dog.

His tail wagged happily and he got on his hind legs. Hello, strange puppy! The cats were not that interested. If she was a kitten, they would take it in but not a puppy. Elliot made sure that they also got attention by petting them when he walked by and saying hello to them. They responded to him by reaching their paws out to him and purring. Hello, human! During dinner, he fed them all at the same time in their respective food bowls. They all thanked him happily.

Ever since he hooked up with Johnny, they had been talking about doing it again. He saw his interview with Ellen and he thought he seemed genuine. Elliot was a gender-fluid bisexual with ADHD, tics, PTSD, and Dissociative Amnesia. He knew about what it was like to grow up with abuse because his mother used to throw him around. His shyness and his trauma caused him to drink and use drugs.

They had similar traumas. From how he talked about his father, Brad, he got the impression that they were close. Elliot confirmed that when he came over. The animals greeted him and he introduced them. They were interested in the new human, so they sniffed him out. He said hello to all of them before they ran off. They went outside with the dogs, so they could run around. Yeah, he and Brad were very close. He was his best friend.

What happened to his mother? She was back in prison for soliciting. When he found out from the news, he had a bad PTSD episode and he went to the hospital for 72 hours for treatment. Did he hurt himself? No, he was very angry and his former foster father was worried he would hurt himself. He had a history of hitting himself when he was younger because of the withdrawal symptoms.

“I would slap myself and hit myself. It wasn’t hard enough to leave bruises but hard enough to hurt. I was hospitalized when I was twelve or thirteen years old because of self-harm.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”

“It’s okay. I can talk about it. I’m also at risk of developing Dissociative Identity Disorder, Borderline Personality Disorder, and schizophrenia. My mother was diagnosed with Narcissistic Personality Disorder, bipolar disorder, and Histrionic Personality Disorder.”

When did he move in with his father? He was twelve. Didn’t he go to school? No, he never went to school. He was homeschooled until he got his GED when he was sixteen. He sued his father for emancipation because he wanted to get medical and mental health treatment for himself. Because he was a minor, he couldn’t be in charge of his treatment plan.

Bark! Bark! Bark! Bruce was being chased by Bark Damon. She ran as fast as her legs could take her with a big smile on her face. After stopping to scratch an itch, she started running again. Bruce seemed to enjoy having his little sister chase him. She couldn’t keep up with him and he thought that was funny. After a while, they both got tired of running, so they went back over to the humans with their tongues out. Elliot jokingly asked Bruce what he was doing with his sister. He barked.

Once inside, they went back to their bowls and got a drink of water to refresh them. Yum! The cats were wrestling and play fighting on the floor. Johnny put his arm around his shoulders. They backed against the wall. He leaned down and kissed him. The spark was still there, even though they were both fully sober. He asked if he was using birth control. Yes, he got the implant when he was sixteen.

It worked for four years and he just had it renewed. Good. Because of the animals, they couldn’t be as crazy as they were at his place. They went to his refrigerator and found a bottle of wine. That was all the alcohol he had. They brought it to his bedroom with two glasses and closed the door.

They rolled around the bed as he moved inside of him. Johnny lit a cigarette and smoked it before giving it to him. They were both very drunk but they still knew what they were doing. He pulled his hair as he kissed his neck. Johnny wrapped his arms around him. He found his lips and kissed him deeply. They could go all night without stopping. Johnny was falling in love with her and how crazy he was with him. This was not vanilla or boring. This was exciting!

It made him feel like a young man again. He kissed him as they both came. After emptying everything inside of him, he pulled out and laid down on the bed next to him. Elliot caught his breath before getting up and opening the window a little since the room had heated up. Johnny also got up and put his boxers and pants back on. He grabbed the cigarette, which was still burning and smoked it.

After Elliot got dressed, they went out to check on the animals. They were both coming down from being drunk. Thankfully, the animals had fallen asleep and were unaware of what they had done. They went into the kitchen to make something to eat because they were both very hungry after burning a lot of calories. Two hours. That was how long they had been in bed together. It was probably a new record for Elliot! They both knew they had to keep their hookups a secret.

“I think I need a bigger place.”

He smiled. “Why is that, doll?”

“I think the animals will get traumatized listening to us.”

He laughed.

elliotryan: Guys, I got a new puppy! Meet my eight week old puppy, Bark Damon. She was welcomed by older brothers, Bruce Springsteen, Bon Jovi and Richie Sambora. To answer any and all questions regarding the number of animals I have, this will be the last animal I will be adopting for a long time! Though my dream is to adopt every animal needing a home, I know that is not possible. I highly recommend adopting a pet needing a forever home! Whether they are cats, dogs, birds, rodents, rabbits, whatever. Adopt. Don’t buy.

Four animals was enough! That was agreed on by his followers in his comments. He was thinking about getting a Guinea pig or hamster but he needed to do research on them before adopting them. Johnny thought that was a good idea. As they ate, they continued laughing because they were so drunk. They would have to sober up before they went back to bed.

Richie came over because he was wondering what they were doing. He got up on to the chairs after smelling their food. Johnny asked if he could help him. He made a face after discovering it was human food, not cat food. He lost interest and ran back to his brother, who was still sleeping. They both started laughing again.

@zoeykaytesmom @feelingsofaithless @alina-dixon

[choco-pudding]

Space Channel 5 Part 2 Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book p.124-125 (Translation by @lavoszero. Edit by myself)

Full version of the snippet my friend translated a whiles back. Edit: 9/15/22, fixed some translation errors.

Imgur link to all of the  Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book translations we’ve done thus far.

Plain text below

Pudding's Interview? About Ulala's Weakness, the Space Pirates, & Jaguar …My blood type is AB, my specialty is knowing the latest gossip, five years ago I used to just be an idol, but I decided to become a reporter. One of my hobbies is riding around on my space bike. Wondering if that's all I have to say? I'm all done talking about myself, so I guess I'll go home now. (A minute later)… Fine, fine, since you're fussing so much, I'll stay in the interview room. It's like I'm a prisoner here. Huh? You want me to talk about Ulala and Jaguar? Tch, so that's what you want to know. You should've said that from the start so I wouldn't have rushed to give my profile information. That's way more interesting. Now I'm upset. (The hosts bring in one of her favorite foods, kuzumochi) Oh, well now, that's smart of you. Fine, I guess I'll tell you about them. Alright, this gives you 20 minutes, after that, I'm leaving.

About Ulala A while back, then…Ulala was…Ah, just the other day I was tricked into advertising for Channel 5, but I didn't know it was for them at the time… Even though it was for our own publicity too, I can't believe we were promoting our rival station of all things...That has to be one of the biggest regret I've ever had in my entire life... Pretty shocking, huh? Not only that, but I even lost the guitar duel, I was sure I was gonna win that. Double the shock there. If this keeps on happening, I'm going to have to do everything in my power to get Ulala to lose ratings for Channel 5!

Well, I know all of Ulala’s weakness, so if I need to fight her, I’ll be prepared~. What, you wanna know them, too? Hmm, Ulala’s weaknesses. She’s afraid of deafening silence. I guess drifting all alone in a spaceship accident was very traumatic for her since she was so little. But this weakness could be fading; the scars on people’s hearts can heal. Anyway, I know a way more direct weakness! Spicy things. Things like space wasabi, space mustard, and spices, she can’t handle any of those. Teeheehee. I wonder, what kind of trick should I pull to get her to eat something with space wasabi? Her favorite food is roasted space duck so maybe I'll make it and season it with a good amount of the spices under  the skin. It'd be delicious… (looks off into the distance absentmindedly for about 47 seconds). Ah, I made myself drool. Hehe.

And then there's Jaguar, I'd call that a weakness, too... heh (couldn't stop laughing for 1 minute and 9 seconds). Jaguar is a person Ulala admires (old news).  Well, Ulala throws a tantrum like a little kid if I even sneer at her, I could lure her out with just Jaguar's name, then prank her or whatever, but I'm not gonna do that.  I'm not that mean!!

About Jaguar Well, speaking of Jaguar, he's honestly really cool. Especially since he's the leader of the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station (a group that goes around in the Space Pirate ship, Bad Tuning, and broadcasts all over the galaxy. Naturally, they're all space pirates). He's a man, who no matter what happens, always seeks the truth. I guess you can call him irresistible, right! Hehe. Oh, also, don't mention that I drooled earlier… If you do my reputation will be ruined! By the way, apparently he looks like the person who saved Ulala, when she was all alone during that one accident. He's the dashing type of guy that's always coming and going like the wind, and always comes to help even if you don't ask for it.

There's a lot of rumors going around about his past too, like that he went into hiding 'cause someone wanted the those connected to reporting that accident out of the picture, some say he used to be a reporter for Channel 5, but others say he wasn't. Or that he was just a random man that happened to be there during the time of the incident. With Channel 5 under new management now, there's even newer rumors about him springing up. Like that the Space Pirate Broadcasting Station was really made to get revenge against Channel 5. It must be kinda nice to have that kind of popularity, it's like Ulala and Jaguar are the stars of a Space Romance. Ah, anyway, was there anything else I needed to talk about…?

[Translator’s notes: by “out of the picture” she means end his career for ever. Basically have him blacklisted (or worse). Space Romance as in the genre.]

#space channel 5 #Pudding #Ulala #Jagaur #Translations #Sugoku Sugoi Guide Book

[marvelmusing]

Sokovian Lovers TFATWS AU

Helmut Zemo x Reader x Heike Zemo

Part One

My Masterlist

So let’s imagine that Heike survived the Battle of Sokovia. So when Helmut sets off on his revenge mission against the Avengers, Heike joins him.

In this AU I like to imagine that Heike was a former assassin, maybe she was sent to kill Helmut and instead he recruited her. And they had a sort of enemies to lovers romance.

Because of her background, the two of them are practically unstoppable.

The events of Civil War are still the same, except Heike is there, the two of them are caught at the end, which leads us to TFATWS.

They are both held in the same high security prison, at opposite ends of the building.

Enter you.

I think Bucky would recruit you to help him and Sam with the flag smashers.

Whilst Bucky is visiting Helmut, you go to see Heike.

You come up with a fake investigation to get the clearance to interview her.

Of course you get no information out of her, but at least you’re in the building when the lockdown alarm is triggered.

Using it as a distraction, you grab a guard and knock them out, before dragging them into a closet and pulling their clothes on.

It doesn’t take you long to get back to Heike’s cell, and you open the door.

She looks up at you in surprise.

“Your husband should be escaping now. If you want to see him come with me.”

“How can I trust you?”

“You can’t. But right now, I’m your best option.”

You lead her through the maze of corridors, winding your way towards the men’s side, with a hand on her arm.

At one point her steps falter slightly, and you look at her. She nods subtly towards a guard that’s entering an exit corridor.

“That’s Helmut.” She murmurs. You nod and stop at the doorway, scanning your card and leading her through the door.

You spot him trying to get through another door, there’s a small flash of red as his card is rejected.

You attempt to scan yours but you get the same result as him.

“Barnes, our keycards aren’t working.” You hear him swear over the comms.

“What rank are your cards?” You look down at the cards,

“Both are Level Two.”

“You probably need someone higher to unlock the last few doors.”

“Great.” You sigh.

“A guard on your three o’clock. Two more are ten paces behind him.” Helmut quietly warns you.

“Stay behind me, both of you.”

The guard calls out to you. You ignore him, keeping your eyes on the door. You wait until he’s reaching out to grab you, then seize hold of his wrist and pulling him towards you. Taking him off balance, you wrap one arm around his neck, and pull his gun from his holster. Holding the gun to his temple, you fix your attention onto the approaching guards. You notice that one of them is a captain. Perfect.

“Put the gun down.” The captain demands.

“Get back or I shoot.” You state. The two guards keep their distance, eyeing you warily. “Your keycard, captain.” He glances at Helmut and Heike, quickly figuring out what you’re doing. He scoffs. You click off the safety,

You fire a shot into your hostage’s leg, and he cries out in pain. Both of the guards recoil in shock.

“The next shot won’t be so pretty. Keycard, now.” He pulls out his keycard, throwing it to the floor beside your feet.

You don’t take your eyes off the guards as Helmut picks up the card and unlocks the door. Once Helmut and Heike are through the door you back towards them. The two guards watch you cautiously, taking a few steps forward.

You shove your hostage at the captain, and they both go sprawling to the ground. You take a shot at the other guard, hitting him in the shoulder as you step through the door.

Helmut shuts it quickly behind you. Heike passes him a fire extinguisher and he uses it to smash off the card reader on your side, locking the door shut.

Luckily the last few doors are easy. All the guards had rushed inside when the alarm went off.

The three of you walk out the gates casually, and you make your way down the street.

Once you round the corner you pull out your car keys.

“Which car is yours?” Heike asks you.

“Black Ferrari.”

“Inconspicuous.” Helmut remarks.

“Yeah well I didn’t know I was doing a jail break this morning.”

You unlock the car and slide into the driver’s seat. You pull the comms link out of your ear as Helmut sits beside you. Heike sits directly behind you.

You decide to put some distance between you and the prison before asking Helmut, “Do you have somewhere discreet where we can meet Sam and Bucky?” He pauses to think, before nodding. You pull out your phone, asking him to type in the address. You send the address to Sam’s email, before dialling Bucky’s number. It goes to voicemail so you leave a message. “Hey Barnes. That delivery you ordered is on its way. Tell Sam to open his emails.”

You drive to the location Helmut gave you, pulling up outside a large warehouse. You take note of the car already parked up, recognising it as the rental Sam and Bucky have been using.

Opening the side door to the warehouse, you soon hear the sound of Sam and Bucky talking and you follow their voices further along the corridor. You pull open a door and step through, pushing a plastic curtain away to be greeted with the sight of your team mates.

Sam immediately freaks out at the sight of the two Zemo’s behind you.

“I didn’t wanna tell you ‘cause I knew you wouldn’t let this happen.” Bucky argues, putting himself in front of Sam.

“What did you do?” Sam asks him, before turning to you. “Why?”

“Sorry Sam, I was compromised.”

“Compromised?” He repeats looking at Bucky. You hold your hand out.

“Pay up Barnes.” He tosses you the memory stick. The memory stick with enough evidence to give at least twenty of the world’s most powerful criminals a motive to kill you. You give it a once over before flashing them both a smile as you back away. “Well, pleasure doing business with you boys, but I’ll be...”

“Not so fast.” Bucky says, and you freeze. You turn back to him, spotting another memory stick in his hand.

“You said this was it.” He hums,

“Turns out you have a lotta enemies.”

“I doubt you even know how to open google, let alone upload all that.”

“You really wanna take that risk?” You both stare each other down for a moment. You close your eyes, sighing,

“Fine. I’m in.”

Once you get to Madripoor, Helmut drives the five of you to one of his houses.

While Sam and Bucky are getting their gear sorted out on the kitchen table, you wander around the kitchen, through the dining room, the drawing room, the hallway, the reading room, and into the living room. Admiring every inch in your sight, you gaze up at the glittering chandelier, and the plush furnishings as you sit down on the couch in the living room.

It isn’t long before Helmut and Heike appear, and walk through the room hand in hand. Helmut sits down in an armchair across from you, and Heike settles herself in his lap. You smile briefly at them, before saying, politely but honestly,

“You have a beautiful house.” They both smile widely, as they exchange a look with one another.

“We spent our honeymoon here.” Heike tells you, her eyes sliding down your frame to the couch beneath you. “You might not want to put your face on that couch.” Your face burns at her insinuation, and she laughs softly as Helmut squeezes her.

“She’s only teasing you Draga, that’s a new couch. We haven’t ruined it yet.” You and Heike both seem to notice the mention of ‘yet’, but neither of you acknowledge it.

Then Sam and Bucky step into the room.

“So, Zemo, what’s the plan?” Bucky asks. Helmut then proceeds to explain each person’s role to play during the night. After his explanation to each of them, Sam and Bucky head upstairs to get ready.

Your eyes flicker across to Helmut and Heike, before you bring up the courage to ask.

“So, am I staying here?”

“What makes you think that?” Helmut asks, as Heike slides off his lap and makes her way towards you.

“Well everyone’s got a part to play, except me. What would I be doing?”

“Helmut and I always had a habit of picking up a toy to share.” You swallow hard at her insinuation.

“So I’m essentially the eye candy?” She hums softly, tracing a finger over your cheek.

“That shouldn’t be too difficult for a pretty little thing like you.” You try your hardest not to melt into her touch. Your eyes flicker to Helmut, and you find him staring intently at you with a pleased smirk curling against his lips.

“There’s various options for clothing in your room. You may pick whichever you like.” Your gaze drops to the floor and you mumble a quiet,

“Thank you.”

“We should be the one’s saying thank you. After all, you got us out of Berlin.” You shake your head, looking down at the floor.

“You could have done that yourselves.” Heike hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up to meet her eyes.

“Helmut had stolen a keycard, I hadn’t. If you weren’t there, I would still be locked away.”

“That was Bucky’s plan.” You admit, glancing over at Helmut. “He was just going to break you out. Not Heike.” There’s a small amount of tension in his jaw, as his eyes fix on his wife protectively. “But, I told him you were a package deal. That if I helped one out, I’d help the other.”

“Thank you, Draga.” Helmut says, genuinely, with a small nod.

“What would you like in return?” Heike asks you softly, her fingers trailing along your jaw. She watches your eyes as they glance at her lips for a moment, before you shake your head.

“I don’t need anything.” You insist, and she raises a brow.

“Not even this?” She raises her other hand, and clasped between her fingers you see the memory stick. Seeing your eyes widen at the sight of it, she offers it to you. Seizing it quickly, you pull away, mouth open in disbelief.

“How did you-“

“Despite how paranoid he is, James is rather easy to pickpocket from.” You breathe out a short laugh, still in shock.

“Thank you.” You say, in a small voice. “You have no idea how much this means to me.”

“What’s on it?” Helmut’s asks you, sitting up in his chair as he watches your elation.

“Proof of everything I did for SHIELD. Enough for several governments to put me behind bars, and countless criminals to have my head.”

“We have a blender.” Heike offers. And your smile widens as you understand what she’s suggesting. You pull out the other memory stick from your pocket, holding them both in your palm.

“Let’s do it.”

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[katnissmellarkkk]

Elllow! Today’s bookcomb consists of Peeta being protective of Katniss. Could have been much more implied moments but here’s some explicit ones 🤗

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But it’s too late to run. I pull a slimy arrow from the sheath and try to position it on the bowstring but instead of one string I see three and the stench from the stings is so repulsive I can’t do it. I can’t do it. I can’t do it.

I’m helpless as the first hunter crashes through the trees, spear lifted, poised to throw. The shock on Peeta’s face makes no sense to me. I wait for the blow. Instead his arm drops to his side.

“What are you still doing here?” he hisses at me. I stare uncomprehendingly as a trickle of water drips off a sting under his ear. His whole body starts sparkling as if he’s been dipped in dew. “Are you mad?” He’s prodding me with the shaft of the spear now. “Get up! Get up!” I rise, but he’s still pushing at me. What? What is going on? He shoves me away from him hard. “Run!” he screams. “Run!”

-

I trip and fall into a small pit lined with tiny orange bubbles that hum like the tracker jacker nest. Tucking my knees up to my chin, I wait for death.

Sick and disoriented, I’m able to form only one thought: Peeta Mellark just saved my life.

-

I jump as Peeta grips my shoulder from behind. “No,” he says. “You’re not risking your life for me.”

“Who said I was?” I say.

“So, you’re not going?” he asks.

“Of course, I’m not going. Give me some credit.”

-

Anger flushes my face. “All right, I am going, and you can’t stop me!”

“I can follow you. At least partway. I may not make it to the Cornucopia, but if I’m yelling your name, I bet someone can find me. And then I’ll be dead for sure,” he says.

“You won’t get a hundred yards from here on that leg,” I say.

“Then I’ll drag myself,” says Peeta. “You go and I’m going, too.”

-

“We’re going!” says Peeta, shoving the Peacekeeper who’s pressing on me. “We get it, all right? Come on, Katniss.” His arm encircles me and guides me back into the Justice Building.

-

Peeta steps up on a crate against the wall of the sweetshop and offers me a hand while he scans the square. I’m halfway up when he suddenly blocks my way. “Get down. Get out of here!” He’s whispering, but his voice is harsh with insistence.

“What?” I say, trying to force my way back up.

“Go home, Katniss! I’ll be there in a minute, I swear!” he says.

-

“He was poaching. What business is it of hers, anyway?” says the man.

“He’s her cousin.” Peeta’s got my other arm now, but gently. “And she’s my fiancée. So if you want to get to him, expect to go through both of us.”

-

When we’re outside, I turn to Peeta. “You go on back. I want to walk by the Hob.”

“I’ll go with you,” he says.

“No. I’ve dragged you into enough trouble,” I tell him.

“And avoiding a stroll by the Hob . . . that’s going to fix things for me?” He smiles and takes my hand. Together we wind through the streets of the Seam until we reach the burning building.

-

“Peeta’s argument is that since I chose you, I now owe him. Anything he wants. And what he wants is the chance to go in again to protect you,” says Haymitch.

I knew it. In this way, Peeta’s not hard to predict. While I was wallowing around on the floor of that cellar, thinking only of myself, he was here, thinking only of me. Shame isn’t a strong enough word for what I feel.

“You could live a hundred lifetimes and not deserve him, you know,” Haymitch says.

“Yeah, yeah,” I say brusquely. “No question, he’s the superior one in this trio. So, what are you going to do?”

“I don’t know.” Haymitch sighs. “Go back in with you maybe, if I can. If my name’s drawn at the reaping, it won’t matter. He’ll just volunteer to take my place.”

-

The reaping takes only a minute. Effie, shining in a wig of metallic gold, lacks her usual verve. She has to claw around the girls’ reaping ball for quite a while to snag the one piece of paper that everyone already knows has my name on it. Then she catches Haymitch’s name. He barely has time to shoot me an unhappy look before Peeta has volunteered to take his place.

-

“And I’m not saying I’m not going to try. To get you home, I mean. But if I’m perfectly honest about it. . .”

“If you’re perfectly honest about it, you think President Snow has probably given them direct orders to make sure we die in the arena anyway,” I say.

“It’s crossed my mind,” says Peeta.

-

I check over my weapons, which I know are in perfect condition, because it makes me seem more in control. “I’ll take the lead,” I announce.

Peeta starts to object but Finnick cuts him off. “No, let her do it.”

-

No one’s thrilled with the idea of me going off alone, but the threat of dehydration hangs over us.

“Don’t worry, I won’t go far,” I promise Peeta.

“I’ll go, too,” he says.

“No, I’m going to do some hunting if I can,” I tell him. I don’t add, “And you can’t come because you’re too loud.” But it’s implied. He would both scare off prey and endanger me with his heavy tread. “I won’t be long.”

-

Nothing. I find nothing. Not so much as a dewdrop. Eventually, because I know Peeta will be worried about me, I head back to the camp, hotter and more frustrated than ever.

-

I know it’s stopped when I feel Peeta’s hands on me, feel myself lifted from the ground and out of the jungle. But I stay eyes squeezed shut, hands over my ears, muscles too rigid to release. Peeta holds me on his lap, speaking soothing words, rocking me gently.

-

While Johanna collects water and my arrows, Beetee fiddles with his wire, and Finnick takes to the water. I need to clean up, too, but I stay in Peeta’s arms, still too shaken to move.

-

This is when Beetee reveals the rest of the plan. Since we move most swiftly through the trees, he wants Johanna and me to take the coil down through the jungle, unwinding the wire as we go. We are to lay it across the twelve o’clock beach and drop the metal spool, with whatever is left, deep into the water, making sure it sinks. Then run for the jungle. If we go now, right now, we should make it to safety.

“I want to go with them as a guard,” Peeta says immediately. After the moment with the pearl, I know he’s less willing than ever to let me out of his sight.

-

I’m so light-headed I’ll black out in a matter of minutes. I’ve got to get away from this tree and —

“Katniss!” I hear his voice though he’s a far distance away. But what is he doing? Peeta must have figured out that everyone is hunting us by now. “Katniss!”

-

Caesar leans in to him a little. “I think it was clear to all of us what your plan was. To sacrifice yourself in the arena so that Katniss Everdeen and your child could survive.”

“That was it. Clear and simple.” Peeta’s fingers trace the upholstered pattern on the arm of the chair.

-

A hush has fallen over the room, and I can feel it spreading across Panem. A nation leaning in toward its screens. Because no one has ever talked about what it’s really like in the arena before.

Peeta goes on. “So you hold on to your wish. And that last night, yes, my wish was to save Katniss.”

-

“When that wire was cut, everything just went insane. I can only remember bits and pieces. Trying to find her. Watching Brutus kill Chaff. Killing Brutus myself. I know she was calling my name. Then the lightning bolt hit the tree, and the force field around the arena . . . blew out.”

“Katniss blew it out, Peeta,” says Caesar. “You’ve seen the footage.”

“She didn’t know what she was doing. None of us could follow Beetee’s plan. You can see her trying to figure out what to do with that wire,” Peeta snaps back.

-

Peeta’s on his feet, leaning in to Caesar’s face, hands locked on the arms of his interviewer’s chair. “Really? And was it part of her plan for Johanna to nearly kill her? For that electric shock to paralyze her? To trigger the bombing?” He’s yelling now. “She didn’t know, Caesar! Neither of us knew anything except that we were trying to keep each other alive!”

Caesar places his hand on Peeta’s chest in a gesture that’s both self-protective and conciliatory. “Okay, Peeta, I believe you.”

-

Gale’s expression darkens. “Peeta might have done a lot of damage tonight. Most of the rebels will dismiss what he said immediately, of course. But there are districts where the resistance is shakier. The cease-fire’s clearly President Snow’s idea. But it seems so reasonable coming out of Peeta’s mouth.”

I’m afraid of Gale’s answer, but I ask anyway. “Why do you think he said it?”

“He might have been tortured. Or persuaded. My guess is he made some kind of deal to protect you. He’d put forth the idea of the cease-fire if Snow let him present you as a confused pregnant girl who had no idea what was going on when she was taken prisoner by the rebels. This way, if the districts lose, there’s still a chance of leniency for you. If you play it right.” I must still look perplexed because Gale delivers the next line very slowly. “Katniss . . . he’s still trying to keep you alive.”

To keep me alive? And then I understand. The Games are still on. We have left the arena, but since Peeta and I weren’t killed, his last wish to preserve my life still stands. His idea is to have me lie low, remain safe and imprisoned, while the war plays out. Then neither side will really have cause to kill me. And Peeta? If the rebels win, it will be disastrous for him. If the Capitol wins, who knows? Maybe we’ll both be allowed to live — if I play it right — to watch the Games go on. . . .

-

Caesar and Peeta have a few empty exchanges before Caesar asks him about rumors that I’m taping propos for the districts.

“They’re using her, obviously,” says Peeta. “To whip up the rebels. I doubt she even really knows what’s going on in the war. What’s at stake.”

-

He asks Peeta if, given tonight’s demonstration, he has any parting thoughts for Katniss Everdeen.

At the mention of my name, Peeta’s face contorts in effort. “Katniss . . . how do you think this will end? What will be left? No one is safe. Not in the Capitol. Not in the districts. And you . . . in Thirteen . . .” He inhales sharply, as if fighting for air; his eyes look insane. “Dead by morning!”

-

“Katniss!” He whips his head toward me but doesn’t seem to notice my bow, the waiting arrow. “Katniss! Get out of here!”

I hesitate. His voice is alarmed, but not insane. “Why? What’s making that sound?”

“I don’t know. Only that it has to kill you,” says Peeta. “Run! Get out! Go!”

-

#everlark #thg #hunger games #thgagain #Peeta mellark #katniss everdeen #bookcomb ♥️🔎

[cloudlessly-light]

hello ! maybe 109?

109 “If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Smut, in public, rough, dirty talk, oral

They’re driving back from another prison interview. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, a part of the job that Emily had found a bit tedious but that’s because the drive to and from the prison was always too long and being with Aaron he usually never let her drive, today wasn’t any different.

“It went well don’t you think?” She turns to her him, he was her boss and also new fuck buddy, things heating up between them after his divorce finalized. It wasn’t serious, at least not yet but she found that the man could bring her pleasure that no man or woman had been able to do before.

“It did, we got what we needed.” He answers without taking his eyes of the road. He can see her glancing at him in his peripheral though and he already knows what she’s thinking. “Don’t.” He warned lowly and her lips break out in a smirk.

“Don’t what?” She asks innocently as she turns fully to face him.

“Don’t look at me like that.” He turns to look at her just as her finger’s dips inside the lining of her pants. “And do not do that.”

“I’m not doing anything.” Her grin gets bigger when he sucks in a breath as his eyes moves between her fingers that dip further down her pants and the road. She lets out a soft whimper when her fingers find her clit and rubs it.

“If I have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.” He growls as his cock starts to react to her soft sounds, memories of her moaning against his ear flashing in his mind.

“Is that a promise?” She unzips her pants and pushes two fingers inside of her, she’s wet and hot.

It’s enough for him to pull over, they’re in the middle of nowhere, the empty road making him feel like it’s alright to stop. The second the car comes to a complete halt he grips her wrist and pulls her hand out, her fingers are shiny with her wetness. He sucks them greedily, tastes her against his tongue as he groans and then pulls her into a kiss.

She moans as he forces her to taste herself on his tongue but only deepens the kiss as her hand move down to his crotch. He’s already hard and straining inside his suit pants.

“You’re going to be so much trouble.” He mumbles against her ear before sucking on the lobe.

“You have no idea, agent Hotchner.” She smirks and unbuckles her seatbelt, then opens her door.

He’s quick to follow, throwing his jacket inside the car before walking towards her and with a shove he pushes her against the side of the car, trapping her body between his and the metal. He kisses her, hard pushes his tongue into her mouth as he pushes her pants down her hips.

“Dirty girl.” He smirks against her lips as he turns her around. He pulls down his own pants just enough to get his cock out and rubs it against her center, her wetness coating his head.

“Do it, Hotch do it.” She pushes back against him, hears him snicker as he pulls away.

“What’s the magic word?” He pulls her hair and exposes her neck to his wandering lips, sucks a hickey to the back of her shoulder.

“Please.” It comes out too fast, too desperate, but she doesn’t care because it gets her what she wants as he slides into her. Her thighs are still pressed together and it makes his already thick cock feel even bigger inside of her.

Aaron groans as presses inside of her, her walls gripping his shaft and pulling him in deeper. He holds her against the car, smirks when she gasps as the hot metal touches her exposed skin. He fucks into her harshly, watches as she moves back against him with each thrust.

“C-car.” She suddenly stutters and it makes his eyes fly up from where he’s watching his cock disappear into her to the road where in the distance a car is coming towards them. Thinking quickly he pulls out of her bends her behind the car, hiding her from view as he crouches behind her. His face is level with her dripping folds and he can’t help but lick through her, the taste of her tangy on his tongue.

“Fuck…” She mutters as she tries to hold herself up, his tongue pushing through her folds and licking against her clit.

Aaron hears the car pass, thanks his lucky start that the driver didn’t stop to check their car but instead disappear into the distance and then as quicky as he had stopped fucking her, he starts again.

“Hotch… fuck!” It’s louder now, breather and he knows her sounds well enough to know that she’s getting close.

“That’s it.” He encourages as his hand wraps around her and starts to rub her clit. “Come on dirty girl, scream for me.”

She tenses only a few thrusts later, her orgasm ripping through her as she screams out into the open air, her hand hitting the car as she fumbles for anything to hold on to as her body spasms against his.

Aaron fucks her through it, smirks as she slumps and her head falls back against his shoulder, her moans turning needier as he continues to thrust into her still trembling cunt.

“Again?” He asks as she starts to tense again, her center clenching around him harder. She nods, doesn’t trust her voice enough to answer him properly as he makes her come again before she’s fully come down from her first orgasm.

“My dirty, dirty girl.” He praises as she shakes against him and when he bites her neck she gasps. The sound of his name drops from her lips, lewd and breathless and he feels his own orgasm building as her tight walls grip him.

“I want to taste you.” She whispers, her body tired, her head blissfully numb from pleasure and he groans into her skin. The second he pulls out of her she turns and get on her knees in front of him. She ignores the unforgiving ground that’s staining her knees as she opens her mouth to his swollen cock. He waits until she sticks out her tongue and opens her mouth wide until he shoves his cock down her throat, knows that she can handle it as she starts to bop her head in time with his thrusts.

He comes the moment her hand reaches up and strokes his heavy balls, his cum erupting onto her waiting tongue in thick, white spurts, some of it drippling down her chin. He groans with his release, groans again as he watches her swallow his load down with a smile. When he pulls her up to kiss her he tastes himself on her cum stained lips and he can’t help but deepen the kiss.

“Now who’s the one being dirty?” She asks with a soft sigh.

#hotchniss smut #aaron hotchner x emily prentiss smut #criminal minds smut #smut drabble #smut prompts

[nothereforyou]

Long Story Short, I Survived

Did someone order some angsty Steve x reader that turns into Bucky x reader?

The first morning without Steve beside you, after five years of having him next to you, is like being doused with cold water. One moment you’d been blissfully asleep, warm under the duvet that still smelled of him, and the next--well, reality could be colder than any river of ice. He’d chosen her, chosen to go back to where he was really from. Maybe he was never yours to begin with, maybe you were living on borrowed time, safe in his arms.

Life restarts slowly without him. At first, it’s not much more than eating, sleeping, and doing what you need to survive. Surviving is...you don’t have words for what surviving is after. Steve is still around, hovering outside the apartment you’d once inhabited together. He drinks coffee in the café across from the building, lets himself in once or twice a week to make sure you’re alive and the place hasn’t completely gone to seed. You scream at him the first time, scream we were happy!, insist he should’ve stayed. The bastard ignores you.

Steve keeps cleaning, you keep surviving.

Before long, you can get out of bed. You clean your own damn apartment, but Steve still comes. He sits on the couch you picked out together, looking irritatingly good and unfazed. He looks like an old man but you still ache for him. Your Steve, your handsome Steve who had fucked you on every surface in this apartment, looked like a grandpa you should be taking for a walk in the park. He’s still your Steve, deep down. He’s still the only man who’s ever made you cum and who made you laugh over brunch and who slipped a ring onto your finger and promised---

Was he ever yours to began with?

You can’t leave the apartment, the entrance of the building is so packed with reporters there’s barely room to get through the doors. You hadn’t realized the love of your life leaving you would include reporters, vying for the story of why Captain America left his wife. You wish they’d get the story and let you know why.

You’d been married less than six months when it all went down. A quickie wedding in a chapel that was somehow still open. You kept the photos on the coffee table and didn’t think too hard about what that meant.

Sam comes, takes you to get coffee. He talks about everything and anything, just not Steve, not the one thing you desperately want to talk about. It’s good to see Sam, to see someone who really knew Steve. He tells you about spending time with his sister, Sarah and her sons. You make it through the afternoon without crying, which is an improvement. As he leaves, he gives you a look that can only be described as pitiful. It makes you want to scream and rip apart one of the throw pillows, to scream from the roof tops that you’re okay and it’s not even that big of a deal that he just left, you’re fine, and for the love of fucking G-d, stop talking about it.

They don’t stop talking about it. You keep surviving.

Bucky coming to visit is a shock. You’d met him once or twice before he was dusted and you’d heard about him during the five years he was missing, but you weren’t friends. He stands in the doorway and stares at you, looking like he wants to turn and run. You stare right back at him, waiting for him to make the first move. You both stand there, staring at each other. After what feels like forever, Bucky wordlessly takes a seat at your kitchen table and stays.

It’s nice to have another person in that lonely apartment. Bucky sleeps on the floor in the living room, comes and goes as he pleases. But he’s there and it’s a stability you didn’t know you were missing. After a few weeks, you start going for walks through the neighborhood. The reporters have left, something else has caught their attention for long enough that they’ve left you alone. (Nobody seemed to be bothering Steve, then again, they probably didn’t know what he looked like. According to the general public, he’s on the moon.) It’s nice to get some fresh air and it’s nice to come home to someone besides the plants. You don’t talk, more often than not, you come home and Bucky’s sitting at the table, eating cold beans. But he’s there and it’s nice.

Steve stops coming and you both mourn. Bucky mourns for an almost what could have been and you mourn for the husband you spent all of six months with. It’s during this mourning when you two really find each other. It starts small, you bring Bucky a cup of coffee in the morning and he grunts his thanks. Bucky cooks breakfast before you leave for work at the bookstore down the street. It’s nice, reminiscent of when Steve was there.

Then Sam gives away the shield.

You’re having a movie night when the news about John Walker comes out. In the six months that he’d lived with you, you’d never seen him so angry. Bucky is seething with anger. He gets up and paces, muttering unflattering comments about Sam.

“Bucky? Is...this...did he…?”  Your voice stops him. You sound so small and fragile. You’d seemed so solid and okay that he forgets you’re not. He forgot that your husband left you and your world crumpled right in front of you. And suddenly, he’s angry again, but not at Sam--that’s for another day--he’s angry at Steve in a way he hasn’t been before. How could he leave you? Beautiful you, who’s good, and makes coffee in the mornings, and smells like roses, and would probably look so pretty spread out underneath him. (That last thought is also for another day, when he can afford to think about what it means that he wants you spread out under him.)

And shit, you’re crying.

Bucky stands there in a panic when you start crying. It’s fucking stupid you’re crying, it doesn’t matter who has the shield, it’s not going to bring Steve back into your life, not in the way that matters. But it had felt like things were going to be okay when you knew that it was Sam who was going to get the shield and the title. Sam, who’s good and kind and who won’t let it corrupt him. This John Walker motherfucker is an unknown. He’s not Steve and he’s not Sam and he looks like the world has never told him no. What’s he going to do with all the power?

Bucky pulls you into his chest, lets your angry tears soak into his shirt. He awkwardly pats your back and pets your hair. Once the tears have dried, it makes you giggle how uncomfortable he is with comforting someone. Bucky smiles down at you, a heart breaking smile that’s too much like Steve’s but also not enough like Steve’s and makes your stomach flip a little, which makes you start crying all over again. After 20 minutes of crying and awkward patting, Bucky scoops you up and carries you to your bed. He lays with you all night, letting you cry and then holding you while you sleep.

It’s his first night in a bed (his first night with a woman, his brain helpfully adds) in...he doesn’t know how long. The thought makes him flee like the coward he is.

You wake up and Bucky’s gone. There’s a note on the table, says he went to ask Sam what this is all about. A knock interrupts your breakfast preparations. “Buck, you don’t have to--” It’s not Bucky, it’s three men in suits, and one John Walker, bearing flowers. You almost punch him, scream that he’s not Captain America and never will be. John thrusts the flowers at you and marches into the apartment as if he owns it. Before you can toss him out on his ass, one of the suits is explaining they have a plan for you and, unless you want them to recall certain activities you’d been apart of. Activities that would make you a war criminal. Activities that would send you to prison for decades.

So you, Captain America’s (ex?)wife, publicly become John Walker’s strongest supporter and girlfriend. The official story is that you’d met during the interviews (if there were interviews for the new Captain America, they hadn’t included you in them), and fallen in love at first sight. You were taking it slow, out of respect for your husband who was still out there somewhere (the moon, maybe?), but you were very much madly in love. Bucky and Sam come home from...wherever they’d been and find you cuddled up to their enemy. Every time John smiles and calls you kitten, every time you have to kiss him, you want to punch him in that stupid face of his.

The police station is a fucking mess. Bucky’s been arrested, the police are being racist and fucking with Sam, and to top it all off, John’s the one who frees Bucky. You’ve known Bucky long enough to know how much this pisses him off and then he spots you and his jaw clenches even harder. You have to hold yourself back from running over to him and explaining what happened. You desperately want to tell him that it’s not what it looks like, that you’re not wearing a stupid, flimsy sundress that brings out John’s eyes because you want to, someone dressed you and this is so you don’t go to prison. A quiet voice reminds you that maybe going to prison for a long time would be worth it if you never had to see that look on his face again. Words are exchanged, Bucky and Sam walk off, John warns them to “stay the hell out of his way”, which doesn’t sound as cool as he thinks it does.

You go home, home to the apartment where Bucky is. He’s at the kitchen table, eating cold beans again. There’s a bag by his feet (when had he collected enough things to have a bag?) and you realize he’s leaving. He’s so mad about Walker that he’s leaving, like Steve did.

“Don’t leave.” Your voice is small in the quiet, dim apartment. “Just...stay. Even if you don’t talk to me, just don’t leave.” “I’m going to talk to Zemo. You stay here with Walker.” Before you can think, before you really consider what it means if you do this, you surge forward and kiss him.

You stand in the kitchen, kissing for a few moments before Bucky pulls away. He stares down at you, looking wild and scared, before turning and walking out the door.

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky and his beans are my otp #lemme know if you want me to turn this into something!! #this is the longest fic I've ever written #marvel x reader #fatws x reader #bucky x reader

[jungshookz]

miss cee pd i have a request!!!! how about e2l tae x y/n but they're in law school and they're always arguing and debating inside and outside of the classroom and tae being a little shit is like "you wanna kiss me so bad" and they both don't realise that there's mistletoe above them which jimin put because he was tired of watching them constantly argue and wanted to fiZzle the tension hehe and then they KITH,, i hope this isn't too long aha

➺ pairing; kim taehyung x reader

➺ genre; sfw!! enemies to lovers!! everyone’s in law school!! mostly y/n and taehyung bickering with each other and wanting to jump each other’s bones at the same time

➺ wordcount; 4.3k

➺ what to expect; “don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.”

                                     »»————-　❄　————-««

“-now, the particular case study that was assigned to our group involves a civil action for medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter, which means that there are seven elements that we need to hit when we’re acting out our simulation next class,” you explain, flipping to the next page of your notebook with a flick of your wrist, “firstly, the client - jimin - must be interviewed so that we may determine the facts that surround the claim/prosecution. secondly, we need to draft witness statements - from hoseok and namjoon - and assess the legal efficacy of said statements. thirdly, we must assess the propriety of police interrogation from officer jungkook of the defend-”

you pause when a crumpled piece of paper lands by your left foot and you clear your throat quietly before stepping over it and continuing to pace back and forth at the front of the classroom

your eyes skim over your scribbled words as you try to relocate your place

…

ah!

here we are

“-ant, seokjin, through all transcripts along with the custody record. fourthly, we move on to assessing the reports that have been produced by the forensic experts-”

another balled-up piece of paper hits your foot and your head immediately snaps upwards from your book before you twist around to face the room

“would you cut that out, please?” you snap, already feeling your blood pressure starting to rise from a single glance at taehyung’s smug face

“what? i didn’t know how else to get your attention!” he hums, his arm dangling in the air with a floppy wrist, “my arm’s been up for the past three minutes, and you would’ve known that if you didn’t have your nose buried deep in your book.”

the reminder that you wouldn’t last a day in prison keeps you from lunging forward to wrap your hands around taehyung’s neck and you press your lips together to stop yourself from saying anything too crass

the last thing you need is for some professor to walk past the classroom while you’re cussing up a storm

your self-control has really been put to the test ever since you met taehyung

after all this time, you still don’t know what the guy’s deal is

he’s been a pain in your ass since day one

and for what??

for WHAT?!

at first you just thought that being a complete prick was just his weird version of being charismatic, but then you realised that he wasn’t being charming at all and he was really, truly, genuinely being a straight-up asshole

and, for the record, you’ve tried several times in the past to try to make things better but nothing’s worked

you said that he looked nice in his suit = he told you to stop looking at him like a piece of meat

you asked him how he did on the midterm exam = he told you that it was his right to keep that piece of information private and that you were being a snake by even asking about it

you said happy birthday to him = he said, and you quote, “yeah. it was until you got here.”

the point is, you’ve waved many white flags of surrender and extended many, many olive branches to no avail

at this point you’re pretty sure taehyung just gets off on being a jerk to you

and it’s not fair because it’s literally just you that he picks on constantly

at first you thought that maybe he was just threatened by your presence because you made it pretty clear from day one that you weren’t here to play around

powerful women are intimidating!

you totally get it.

…but then you overheard him offering rosé some studying tips and you even saw him help wendy carry her books for her and everyone knows that rosé and wendy are two of the smartest girls in the class, so why wasn’t he threatened by them?

...

the point is, he doesn’t treat anyone else in the class like this except for you and you can’t seem to figure out why!

what makes it even more frustrating is the fact that his stupid face is very nice to look at, so whenever he’s being mean to you, your dumb girl hormones drown out the sound of his rich, honey-like voice and place floating pink hearts around his head instead

“i’m so sorry i wasn’t paying attention to you, mr. kim.” you force out before gesturing to the notebook cradled in the crook of your arm, “see, all my notes are in here and i’m just trying to make sure that i don’t miss out on any details,” you point out, “and… i thought i said to save your questions for the end, did i not?”

“did you? i guess i wasn’t listening. sorry, sweetheart.” taehyung chirps, folding his arms and leaning forward on his desk, “anyway- don’t you think it’s a little unfair that you get to play the hotshot lawyer in this simulation?”

“everyone gets a turn to be the lawyer - last week, it was jungkook. this week, it’s me. everyone gets a shot to play the hotshot lawyer because our roles rotate.” you shake your head in disagreement, “how am i being unfair?”

“you assigned yourself, like, the coolest case study.” taehyung scoffs, leaning back against his seat and crossing his arms, “i mean… medical negligence and a criminal prosecution for gross negligence manslaughter?” his left brow arches before he turns his head slightly, “jungkook, what was your case study on again?”

“my client parked in a no-parking zone!” jungkook beams, nodding to himself, “i didn’t mind getting that case, though. it was actually pretty fu-”

“you hear that, y/n?” taehyung turns his head back to face you before gesturing behind him, “jungkook also thinks his case was boring as hell- his client parked in a no-parking zone and you get to deal with corrupt doctors and accidentally-but-not-really-accidentally-run-over-by-a-car pedestrians.”

your jaw clenches in frustration and you resist the urge to take a heel off and bash taehyung’s skull in with it

being forced to wear nice shoes to school would be so much better if you were allowed to commit cold-blooded murder with them

“well, that was last week’s case, so even if jungkook thought it was boring…” you pause, turning to set your notebook down on the front desk before twisting back around, “he’s already had his turn. and now it’s my turn!”

“you could’ve given me this case.”

“oh, please.” you snort, rolling your eyes before leaning against the front desk, “you wouldn’t have been able to handle a case this big. this has my name written all over it.”

taehyung scoffs, rolling his eyes, “the only reason why it has your name written all over it was because you grabbed it with your grubby little raccoon hands before anyone else had the chance to-”

“i-!” you pinch the bridge of your nose before letting out a laugh of disbelief, “oh my god, i refuse to have this conversation with you again, taehyung- for the last time, it was a first-come-first-serve situation, and you probably could’ve gotten this case if you weren’t so busy watching netflix in class-”

“you guys-” namjoon clears his throat, his shoulders drooping when the two of you ignore him, “…never mind.”

this always happens

you guys somehow always find something to argue about no matter what

in fact, namjoon’s convinced that you guys could sit in complete and utter silence and still find something to fight over

“how long do you think the argument will last this time?” yoongi leans over, “i bet you ten bucks it’ll last longer than last week’s fight.”

“no way! last week’s fight was half an hour long-” hoseok chimes in, “…they can’t possibly argue for longer than thirty minutes… can they?”

“remember that time they fought over a sandwich?” jungkook sighs, leaning his cheek against his fist, “that was a forty minute argument.”

“they fought over a sandwich?” jimin frowns, turning to glance towards the front, “what was there to even argue about??”

“y/n said that the spread was dijon mustard and taehyung said it was horseradish mustard,” seokjin purses his lips, “…i actually ordered the same sandwich and i’m pretty sure it was just regular ol’ yellow mustard… but i’m too afraid to tell either of them they’re wrong about it.”

“oh my god-” jimin scoffs, “forty minutes arguing about mustard?? really??”

“yep! i even recorded the whole thing just because it’s actually pretty interesting listening to two people scream about mustard so passionately for so long,” jungkook pulls his phone out of his back pocket, the rest of the boys scooting in closer to his desk, “by the time we finish watching the video, they’ll… probably be done arguing with each other. maybe.”

“-ow thick is your skull, taehyung? were you dropped on your head as a baby??” you scowl, “if i was a teacher’s pet like you say i am, then i would’ve sweet-talked my way out of being in a group with you. also, you know what? i wasn’t going to bring this up, but the only reason why we’re here during christmas break is because it was your idea to practice during the holidays-”

“yeah! you get to practice your big show in a huge, empty classroom without getting nervous about someone overhearing you practice speaking in your dumb, professional lawyer voice-” taehyung gestures around at the spacious atmosphere, “if this is your way of being thankful to me, you have an awfully funny way of showing it-”

“do you know what i could be doing right now if i wasn’t here?” you scowl, placing your hands on your hips as you glare at taehyung

“hm, let me think…” he hums, leaning back against his chair before kicking his legs up onto his desk, “bending over and trying desperately to pull the fat stick out of your ass?”

jimin sits up a little straighter as he peers over the top of namjoon and seokjin’s heads to check and see if you and taehyung are done arguing yet

your ears are turning red and there’s an animalistic, frenzied look behind your eyes, so... nope. definitely not done yet.

after all this time, he still doesn’t know why you guys fight the way that you do

it’s like you enjoy pushing each other’s buttons and irritating each other until one of you inevitably snaps (you’re usually the first one to fall off the rocker because taehyung is alarmingly good at being irritating)

“ooh, hold on-” jungkook grins, pointing to the screen before whacking jimin’s arm in rapid smacks, “my favourite part is coming up, you have to pay attention-”

jimin looks away from you two and back down at the screen

“-the low acidity liquid gives dijon mustard that intensified heat and the classic pungent flavour which is very obvious in this sandwich!” you exclaim, peeling the top slice of bread off to reveal the inside, “and look at that colour! that is literally dijon mustard-”

“okay, fine! it’s dijon mustard.” taehyung responds while inspecting his nail beds

“no, you’re not listening to- wait… did you just agree with me?”

“yeah!” he sighs, crossing his arms, “the mustard used in your sandwich is dijon mustard. and also, the sky is green-”

“oh my god, you piece of-!”

jimin looks up again when he hears your voice rise a couple of octaves

this is the part of the argument when your ‘i’m-fine-don’t-touch-me-I’M-FINE’ voice comes out

“wow! you are-” you laugh, shaking your head as you lean down and place your hands flat on the surface of taehyung’s desk “you really are something else, kim taehyung. i-!”

you let out a yelp of surprise when taehyung suddenly reaches over and yanks at a section of your hair

“ow!” you whack his hand away before flicking your hair over your shoulder, “wha- what the hell was that for?!”

taehyung doesn’t flinch at your aggressive tone and he looks up at you, completely unfazed, before giving a half-hearted shrug

“it was hanging, like, right in front of me. i couldn’t not pull on it.”

“well, your tie is right there but you don’t see me reaching over and pulling on it to strangle you because it’s right in front of me-”

“oh, threatening to choke me, are we?” taehyung hums, “i’m suddenly feeling very unsafe. should i get one of the guys to call campus security for my protection, miss y/n?”

“do you guys think we should break things off?” seokjin glances over his shoulder at the escalating scene, “ideally, i’d like for this to not turn into a how to get away with murder scenario…”

jimin narrows his eyes slightly as the gears click-click-click away in his head, leaning back against his seat and reaching up to tap at his chin

there’s something about this situation that’s reminding him of something but he can’t quite put his finger on it

“oh my god, you are such a child-!”

jimin’s eyes suddenly widen in realization, a lightbulb appearing at the top of his head

!

does taehyung like y/n?

...

oh, wow

taehyung has a full-blown crush on you!

how could he not have noticed this before?!

taehyung is literally the bratty little boy pulling on your pigtails because he doesn’t know how else to get your attention on this playground!

a comment from a former conversation with you briefly flits through jimin’s mind as he continues staring at the two of you in awe

he doesn’t remember how exactly you guys started talking about it, but he does remember you saying these words to him:

“i mean… yeah. of course i think taehyung’s attractive. maybe in another universe where he’s not bullying me 24/7, i would be more open to admitting to myself that i might have a slight crush- i-i mean, i- what did we say we were going to get for lunch today?? sandwiches?? we should get sandwiches, the place is right here-”

how could he have forgotten you said that to him?!

it’s like he finally has his hands on the missing puzzle piece... and it’s up to him to finish this puzzle!

“i have a plan.” jimin whispers to himself before reaching over to grab onto jungkook’s wrist, “i know what i have to do!”

“huh?” jungkook frowns in confusion, pausing the video before looking over at him, “what are you talking about?”

“just-” jimin gets up from his seat quickly, the chair screeching against the floor, “just make sure they don’t stop arguing with each other while i’m gone because i might take a while to find what i need-”

“you know, i don’t think that’s going to be an issue,” yoongi snorts, everyone looking towards the front to see you glaring at taehyung like you want to rip his heart out of his chest and eat it raw, “check out that throbbing vein in y/n’s forehead.”

“forget about her forehead vein-” jungkook shakes his head, “has no one else noticed how tightly taehyung clenches his asscheeks whenever he’s pissed? those trousers do not hide anything.”

everyone’s eyes immediately gravitate down to taehyung’s ass, hoseok and seokjin bursting into giggles at the sight

“what the fuck is your problem?!” you scream, taehyung’s eyes widening at your sudden outburst, “you’ve treated me like shit from day one and i’ve literally done nothing wrong!”

“okay! i think we should all just take a step back and take a deep breath…” namjoon gets up from his seat slowly, “it’s getting a little intense-“

“nothing wrong?! oh yeah, because you’re little miss perfect-” taehyung spits out, “don’t play dumb, you know exactly what you did!”

“what did i-!” you throw your hands up into the air, “please, i am begging you to tell me what the horrible thing is that i did that made you decide i was public enemy number one-”

“i heard you talking shit about me at the very beginning of the semester when you didn’t even know me! we’d never met and you didn’t even bother trying to get to know me before you formed your own opinion of me based on the way i looked-” taehyung snaps, “you said that i looked like an entitled, obnoxious frat-boy who didn’t even know left from right and only made it to law school because his daddy gave the school a generous donation- so if we’re really going to talk about who the real asshole is in this room, i would suggest re-evaluating-”

you feel the blood drain from your face at the reminder of what you said about taehyung on the first day of class

...oh.

...

okay, yeah, you... might have said that stuff, but it was only because the other people you were sitting with at the time said stuff like that and... and you were so desperate to find a group of cool law-school friends that you were totally willing to say and do anything they wanted you to do or say!

it obviously didn’t work because you don’t sit with them anymore, so...

yeah, it was a bad move to talk shit about taehyung like that without even having spoken one word to him, but if this proves anything... it’s that peer pressure is dangerous!

“well, why didn’t you just-” you stammer, feeling your face starting to heat up from embarrassment, “why didn’t you just tell me about this earlier? we could’ve nipped it right in the bud-”

“i much prefer the bullying because the feeling i get after seeing the defeat in your eyes is equivalent to a full-body orgasm-”

“oh my god, you sick freak-”

“uh, you guys-” namjoon cuts in again, holding his finger up, “can i just s-”

“okay, fine!” you raise your hands in surrender, “i’m sorry, alright? i’m really sorry. what i said about you was shitty, but i don’t see how bullying me for months on end was a good solution-”

“can you two shut u-”

“oh, i never said it was a good solution, y/n,” taehyung purses his lips, “like i said - i just did it because it was fun-”

“guys, if i could just get one word in-”

“do you even realize how psychotic you sound right no-”

“HEY!” namjoon suddenly bellows, you and taehyung jumping and clamming up immediately in alarm

“what??” the two of you ask at the same time, pausing to glare at each other for a split second before looking back over at namjoon

“i…” he trails off, his eyes flickering upwards, “…know this is kind of awkward timing, but…”

you and taehyung look up simultaneously, your eyes widening to see a dinky little shrub of... mistletoe? taped at the end of a meter stick

oh no 

oh hell no

“kiss first, and then you can apologise for what was obviously a huge misunderstanding and you can apologise for being a huge prick later - pucker up, lovebirds!” jimin chirps, waving the stick a little and watching your eyes go side to side like a ping-pong ball, “don’t be shy! also, i know the mistletoe looks like a clump of grass that i tied a red ribbon around- just don’t look too closely at it-”

“ha!” you let out a laugh before shaking your head quickly, “no way! i don’t know what you people think is going on here, but it’s certainly not that- you can’t just dangle a plant over my head and force me to kiss him-”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” taehyung scoffs in offence, tilting his head upwards slightly, “anyone would be honoured to be under the mistletoe with me!”

“yeah. anyone out of their mind.”

“aw, c’mon, you guys…” hoseok pushes his bottom lip out in a pout before clasping his hands together, “kiss and make up! we all know that’s how it works. let the christmas spirit take over your bodies and fuel your weird hate-love for each othe-”

“the sooner you two kiss and make out, the sooner i can get the hell out of here,” yoongi interrupts, snapping his fingers, “c’mon! plant a fat one on each other!”

“the only reason why y/n’s getting whiney about it because she knows she’ll fall in love with me the moment she kisses me.” taehyung suddenly speaks up and you immediately look back down at him with a glare

fall in love????

with him????

it’s not going to take a single kiss to fall in love with taehyung - it’s going to take intensive exposure therapy to fall in love with him!

“don’t flatter yourself. i would rather throw myself into oncoming traffic than kiss you, kim taehyung.” you growl, smacking your hands down on taehyung’s desk so violently that it rattles beneath you

“now, now. there’s no need to lie…” taehyung chuckles lightly as he pushes his seat back slightly and rises to his feet

“i’m not lying! i don’t want to kiss you!”

“do too!”

“do not!”

“do TOO!”

“do NOT!”

“you know, you just sound like you’re trying to convince yourself that you don’t want to kiss me-”

“you’re the one who keeps pushing it-” you jab a finger into his chest, “maybe you’re the one who wants to kiss me!”

“you think i wanna kiss you?!” taehyung laughs, flicking your hand away from him, “now look who the delusional one is!”

“i thought this was supposed to fix the arguing?” seokjin mutters under his breath, jungkook offering him a shrug while keeping his eyes glued on you and taehyung

he was running out of things to watch on netflix and this makes far better entertainment

the only thing that would make this better was if you and taehyung had at it in a grimy boxing ring half-naked

“i can’t be the only one thinking that all of this could be easily fixed if they just boned each other.” jungkook snorts, the other boys turning to look at him, “…what??”

“i wouldn’t kiss you even if you were the last man on earth.” you snarl, your voice wavering slightly

“you really expect me to believe that?” taehyung tilts his head, “don’t think i didn’t catch the way your eyes just flickered down to my lips, y/n...”

you feel your heart starting to pound in your chest when he places his hands flat on the desk as well, the tips of his fingers brushing over yours

at this proximity, the little voice in the back of your head can’t help but point out how pretty taehyung’s eyes are... and how nice he smells... and how soft his lips look...

...do you wanna kiss him?

oh, god

do you wanna kiss kim taehyung?!

no, you don’t

yes, you do

what??

WHAT?? 

“you wanna kiss me so bad, and you know it, y/l/n.” taehyung taunts, leaning forward just a little more

at this point, your faces are merely an inch away from each other’s and it wouldn’t take much effort to just lean in and… you know.

“i hate you.”

“if you hated me so much, then you wouldn’t be making such a big deal over silly little mistletoe now, would you?” taehyung smirks, pulling away before making his way around the desk so that he can get closer to you, “you like me but you’re too much of a wimp to admit it!”

“i like you?!” you gawk, “more like you like me!”

“okay-” jimin huffs, lowering the stick before taking a step back, “i really thought this was going to work, but my arms are getting tired, so if you two aren’t going to kiss, then i- oh-” his eyes widen in surprise when you and taehyung are suddenly lunging at each other not a second later, your hands cupping his cheeks and his hands gripping your waist as you kiss far more feverishly than he thought you two would

oh

oh my

“see, what’d i say? sexual tension!” jungkook kisses his teeth, leaning back against his chair and crossing his arms, “all that pent-up energy from arguing has led to this beautiful moment-”

“you’re an- mm- you’re an awful kisser, by the way-” taehyung mutters against your mouth, lips turning up in a boyish grin when you retaliate by shoving at his chest

“so are you!” you pull away only for taehyung to pull you right back in to press his mouth against yours again, “’m hating ehvery minute of this-”

“ah… isn’t young love sweet?” hoseok coos, jumping in his seat when taehyung suddenly shoves you up against the front desk with a thud, “so passionate!”

“okay, we’re just going to-” namjoon gets up from his seat gesturing for the boys to get up as well, “we’re happy to see that the argument has been settled!”

he hurries everyone to the front door and turns to glance over his shoulder, “when you guys are done, just… let us know! we’re going to pop over to starbucks for some hot chocolate. so... text one of us. or call! or you could use snapchat- it’s up to you, really-!”

namjoon doesn’t get a chance to say anything else before yoongi’s yanking his arm and pulling him backwards, reaching over to slam the door shut

a moment of silence goes by in which everyone takes a second to process what exactly just happened

“take your shirt off-”

“you take yours off first!”

“i... can’t tell if my plan was a success or a failure.” jimin mutters to himself, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck

“hey, if it makes you feel any better, at least they aren’t arguing with each other anymore!” jungkook cheers, clapping his hands quietly, “it’s a christmas miracle!”

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JM JK timeline.- my observations how they grew over the years - 2017

Disclaimer: these are my own opinions and conclusions.  Feel free to disagree, but hate or aggression will be unacceptable.

2017 - part 2

12 Feb 2017 – “You never walk alone” preview show.  Who’s JM’s little cutie? 

14 Feb 2017 – JM Twitter post –  the boys with matching jackets.  I know. I said not Twitter, but sometimes rules are made to be broken.

17 Feb 2017 – Hobi’s birthday.  JM to JK: “stop coming to our room at night.” There’s something about JM throwing JK under the bus time after time.  It’s like he enjoys to see JK squirm.

22 Feb 2017 – Gaon Chart K-pop chart – JK ushering Hobi to another seat, so that JK can sit behind JM.  JM turning around see this, rolls his eyes and smirks.

24 Feb 2017 – KBS Music Bank comeback - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V4_ASZuLeVk&t=156s  

Another one of my favourites.  A perfect example for both boys hesitance, wanting to touch, but just not getting there. 

 JM putting arm behind JK, but holding on to wall behind, and then matter of factually laying it on JK’s shoulder.  

JM micro touching, or brushing JK’s hand with his thumb.  

Prior to JM brushing JK’s hand with his thumb, JK’s hand is heart signing to JM. 

The minute JM moves his hand away, you see how the expression on JK’s face changes, then he rubs his hand where JM touched him.

24 Feb 2017 fan meet – are they in actual F… sending flying kisses to each other?

25 Feb 2017 MBC music core comeback – JK moving Hobi aside, so that JK can stand behind JM.  JK being JM’s number 1 fanboy.

26 Feb 2017 – Wings – you never walk alone fan sign.  Really JM? What was that neck grab and what exactly were you doing there????  No, I don’t believe he kissed JK’s neck, but it sure was ‘out there’, so much so that Jin was in total shock when it happened.  JK was surprised by it, and I think that even JM was shocked by his own actions waling aimlessly in what seems like the wrong direction .

28 Feb 2017 Run BTS episode 12. This one for me was cringe worthy, at some points I felt like an actual intruder.  JK the detective and JM the prisoner.  JK whacking JM on the behind (remember JK is the younger – how bold).  JM’s private dance for JK.  I know the episode was mostly scripted, but I seriously think JM was surprised by that smack to his behind.  Also, the way JK was looking at JM when he was dancing all heart hands for him.

12 March 2017 - Wings tour Santiago Chile

Santiago day 2 – JK suffers from exhaustion.  As he is taken back stage to a treatment room, JM is the one to race after the team into the room.

JM is in the treatment room when the cameras come in.  He is standing there, and later, as the other members are walking in, JM is by JK’s side, helping the medical team lift up one of his legs.

The rest of the members come in together to see how JK is doing, and when the medical team suggest to take off JK’s pants, all the members leave the room.  All except for JM, who stays there with JK the whole time.

JM leaves the room only together with JK, after he feels better and is able to walk out of the room on his own two feet.

Wouldn’t you expect RM, being the leader and all, to be the one by JK’s side? Or J-Hope maybe?  Wouldn’t that have made more sense under the circumstances? Why JM?  

Because, clearly JM is the one JK feels closest to, the one he can be himself with freely, the one he doesn’t feel embarrassed or needs privacy from.

JM may not have been a family member, but he was the closest thing to it.  JM to JK is and was his home, his safe place, and most certainly the one to be by his side when he was in distress.

March 2017 BTS Live trilogy episode the Wings tour in Santiago Chile & Brazil.  

March 2017 BTS Live trilogy episode the Wings tour in Chicago.

April 2017 3rd Muster dvd – the muster was at end of 2016, but dvd was released in 2017. During photo shoots they are being posed by the photographers.  Yes, there will be authentic moments between them, but sometimes it’s hard to tell what’s real and what’s being directed.  That’s why I don’t always like to add these to my timeline.   Even so, they were so cute, so I couldn’t leave this one out.

3rd April 2017 – BTS Front row live entertainment interview – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UotjcB_X4ag . What happened there?  

This one intrigues me. I watched and re-watched the full interview several times, and for the life of me I can’t see what happened there between JM and Hobi that triggered JK’s reaction?  JM’s placating look at JK, like telling him nothing happened… this one is used a lot to create the JK jealous narrative, and to be honest, I really don’t know what happened there. When JK turns back, JM looks into the camera with an uneasy gaze.

After that, most of the time, JM looks lost in his thoughts, not happy.  Towards the end they are asked what artist they would want to collaborate with, and Suga’s answer makes them all burst out in laughter, all accept for JM.  When he is asked and answers, you also see he is unhappy.  You can easily see something is bothering him.  JM just wasn’t his happy own self.  He looked pensive.  BTS did several interviews and had a concert that day, so maybe he was just tired or wound up, but he just wasn’t acting like himself.

April 2017 - Bon Voyage 2 Hawaii

Highlights of the highlights: The but checking and identifying (are we taking skinship to another level, are we??).  

JK getting drenched at the beach, JK getting drenched period. Lol.  

JK gobbling down piping hot Pizza so JM can eat. 

JM playing footsies under the table with JK, all while sitting opposite V.  

JK edging JM to come along calling him “Aegyo” = “Baby”.  J

M making sure JK doesn’t go hungry, buying him food with his own money.  JM taking care of JK. 

JK and JM on same team – the joy… Spending the day together and just being happy. 

 Did JK really lose the game on purpose so he can be in the room with JM? 

The amount of times we hear Jimin-ssi in every kind of cute and flirty way JK can say it…

Bonus:

22 April 2017 JK Vlive – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5n8y3D0Z9pM . 

JK doing everything to get JM back to his room while playing loud music. 

JK’s face lighting up when JM returns to his room. 

JK telling JM he looks handsome without makeup.  

JK pissed off when V comes in too, saying “why is everyone coming?”.    

When V touches JK’s ear, JK pushes him away.  

JM moving off camera to fix his robe, and JK not taking his eyes off him.  

V putting his foot on JK’s back (this is something I have seen V do a few times, it’s not a gentle touch, to me it feels more like asserting dominance), and JM pushes him off.    

And what exactly did JM mean when he said he has no talent for games but “I was quite good at it a year ago”?  Only to be followed by the stare, OMG, the stare.  Why, oh why did V have to ruin the moment, eh?

22-23 April 2017 Bangkok concert. Flirting on stage, attention to each other.

24 April 2017 Eat Jin Vlive with JM and JK - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MqxX_UGXSlY .   

Jin complaining why JM doesn’t hit him like he did JK, so JM hits him too. Lol. JM stealing the steak JK cuts for himself, while JK lets him, smiling.  The way JK just lets JM get away with anything, even interfering with the ultimate ‘ship’ - Jungfood. 

3 June 2017 – J-14 magazine interview - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=V7rXl8uuUTY&t=306s .  from 3.33min. to 4.37min especially.

Wtf was JM up to there????? It looks pretty dubious, especially when you look at the faces on the two of them when it was going on.  Up to your interpretation.

2 June 2017 – Ceremonial first pitch at baseball match – Hanshin Koshien stadium - JK and JM’s jersey numbers – coincidence or not?

12 June Festa 2017 BTS BangtanTv –  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cWA6f7g7NUQ&t=2s.

JK’s intense stare at JM, when JM joined the others in with the others when they were laughing at JK eating everyone’s food but not ordering any for himself, which causes JM to immediately stop laughing.  

Poor JK being blindsided when it was pointed out that the only one he bought a birthday present for last year was JM.  Oops. (why oh why JM did you throw him under the bus like that??? You were curious? Really???? JM keeps doing this) Poor boy was so embarrassed.  Hobi was the one to actually save him, stating how generous JK has become lately giving away his things that he didn’t need. JK never answered the question. 

27 June 2017 BV2 special commentary live – JK getting all flustered when asked to explain the difference between BV1 and BV2.  JM looking at him, enjoying every second.

4 August 2017 - KBS Music Bank Singapore.  JK not loving on Taemin.  The way he turns around the minute JM and Taemin interact, and the discontent look on his face…cold.  He’s not a happy camper.  He glancing in the direction a couple of times, but he is mostly turned away from them.   And when JM runs up to slap Taemin in the butt, JK sees this, averts his head, and just keeps walking off the stage.  He is clearly upset. Besides the obvious faces he makes, not waiting for Jimin when walking off stage is not something he usually does. Was it jealousy?  Was it just a disliking of Taemin specifically?  And if he dislikes Taemin, why is that?  We can’t know. 

OK now, I know I said that I won’t be doing Twitter, but this one I felt I had to (again, oops):

On the 6th of August 2017 JM posted a photo he took during their Hawaii trip (BV2). Why take this photo, and why post it?  Do I really have to ask this question?

29th August 2017 the famous, or infamous People Now “arrest me” interview -  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XgGxcMndEk8 .  

I couldn’t find the actual date of this interview, but it was uploaded end of August 2017. I really enjoyed this one.  Everyone talks about JK’s “arrest me” JM mishap during this interview.  The members reactions are to die for.  

Can someone tell me please what Suga told JK in Korean before they moved on?????  

Also, JK’s reaction when JM said he wanted to collab with Suga (watch from 7:58min), was like:

 W H A T  in  T H E  actual F U C K???. LMAO.  

Summer package 2017 – released August 2017.

JK and JM being all playful by the pool.  JK letting us know how adorable JM is to him when he is swimming doggy style in the pool.

The one that stands out to me, though, is the ‘dream catcher necklace saga’.  Felt a little uneasy to see that one, like I was witness to a lover’s tiff.  

The boys were given a budget each to purchase themselves a gift.  They are taken together to a gift shop, where they check the merchandise out and each buy themselves a little souvenir.  When they all sit down to show each other their gifts, that’s when this moment happens.

JK takes out his gift. I once again want to emphasize, this is a gift he bought with his budget for himself.  He explains it’s a dream catcher and says he will put it in his room.  

JM, sitting next to him, takes it from JK and says: “this is a necklace Jungkook-ssi”. 

JK blurts out adamantly that he won’t hang it around his neck.   

This is when things get awkward, because you can see JM is clearly upset, throws the necklace back at JK and says: “OK, then”.

JM has a dream catcher necklace around his neck too, and when it’s his turn to tell what gift he bought himself he takes the necklace off and gives it to V, saying he bought the gift for V, who had a nightmare last night.

After JM’s mini tantrum JK, who previously adamantly professed he will not put it around his neck, does everything he can to put the necklace on, finally turning to JM to help him put the it on, which he does.  

Later on, while sitting for the personal interview, with the necklace around his neck, he tells us how from now on he won’t have nightmares.

What did I get from all that?

Clearly JM was pissed at JK’s reaction.  Why?  JK clearly bought this by himself for himself. 

But did he?  Was it something he chose for himself, or was it something JM suggested to him?

JM also bought a dream catcher.  Was that a coincidence?  For some reason, I don’t think so.  

My theory is that the dream catcher is something JM suggested or wanted JK to buy for himself, and JK reluctance to wear it offended him.  JM clearly bought the other dream catcher for V.  Perhaps he wanted both his boys to have one, and to him, JK’s comment felt as a rejection.

The way JK reacted to JM, his immediate change of attitude towards the necklace, trying to put it on, when only a second earlier he said he won’t put this around his neck, shows how attuned he was to JM, how he immediately realised he did something wrong, something to upset JM, and how he tried, in his own way, to atone for it, by wearing the same thing he but seconds ago rejected.

This brings me back to the point I made about the boys relationship, and them finding the balance. A perfect example to how there will still be conflict, but how JK realises, immediately, that he had done wrong and what he has done wrong, and immediately sets to right the wrong, hence to restore that balance.

JM throwing the necklace at JK.  Also, notice the editor’s remark.  JM’s anger is obvious not only to me.

To be continued... 

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Always Will Be - Ch 2

Pairing: Loki x TVA Agent!Reader

Series Warnings (18+ Only): Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Violence, Time Shenanigans, Enemies to Friends to Lovers

Chapter Summary: You interview Laufeyson for his crimes against the Sacred Timeline. 

AO3

The journey from the elevator was uneventful as you led the variant down the long hallway. Other employees of the TVA also walked the hall, alone or in pairs, and they paid attention to the two of you only to make sure you weren’t in their path.

You kept Laufeyson firmly in your periphery, more to keep him from wandering than a belief that he would attempt to escape. You didn’t doubt that would come at some point, but it was a little too early for him to play that hand.

“Where are we going?”

The casual candor of his voice didn’t fool you, not when the sharpness of his gaze was heating the side of your face.

“If it’s to my execution, I would rather know ahead of time,” he added with false friendliness. “It’s just polite.”

“We don’t kill people, Mister Laufeyson.”

“I can’t suffer a liar.”

You stopped before a heavy double door, two Minutemen standing guard on either side of it, and turned to the variant.

“I don’t lie. That’s your department.”

His eyes darkened and genuine anger flashed in their depths, but then it was gone so fast you would have questioned it was there in the first place if you hadn’t known better.

But you did.

Both Minutemen opened the doors, and you led the prisoner into Time Theater 25. It was the same beige color as the rest of the wing, and the only pieces of furniture were a small, round glass table, two metal weave chairs, and a control monitor.

You indicated the seat to the left and said, “Please, make yourself comfortable.”

“I would be more comfortable with this collar removed.”

Out of the corner of your eye he moved, quickly and without warning. You slipped the remote out of your sleeve and thumbed the pad. In the blink of an eye, he vanished and reappeared where he’d been two seconds previously, as if he hadn’t moved at all.

“You’ll find time works differently here at the TVA,” you informed him. “Please, sit.”

He said nothing, the animosity wafting off of him in waves. You ignored him, setting the files of paperwork down onto the table before taking your own chair. He took his own, albeit more cautiously, his eyes narrowed in dislike.

“Let the record show this is the entirety of Loki Laufeyson’s life recording,” you began. “Formerly of Jotunheim, formerly of Asgard—“

“—and formerly of Midgard.”

His smile was sharp.

“I did spend quite some time there. Both in my youth, and well, more recently.”

“I’m well aware.”

“Just wanted to be sure you’re thorough in your interview. That is what this is, isn’t it? My intake interview?”

You ignored the curious tilt of his head, as well as his question, and turned to the control monitor. It was rather small, round and orange, almost reminiscence of the gumball candies invented on Earth.

You flipped a switch and the room dimmed just as a rippling image of light appeared on the wall, powered by the holoprojector.

“We will be very thorough, Mister Laufeyson, and we shall start from the beginning. This is your home world. And that is you.”

The image focused on something small, blue, and wailing. The prisoner as a child, dying and abandoned.

You had seen the reel hundreds of times, had scoured most of this variant’s life. So while the film played, you watched him out of the corner of your eye. It was curious that Laufeyson didn’t flinch at the sight of his infant self being left to die. His face was carefully blank, unreadable, and his eyes barely moved.

But there was a shift when the King of Asgard entered the scene. When Odin lifted the lost babe into his arms, his nose slightly crinkled at the corners.

It was the only obvious tell he gave for quite a while. Laufeyson was closed off, appearing almost bored as his adolescence played out on the wall. The two royal brothers had rowdy, adventure-filled childhoods, though Laufeyson often acted as his brother’s second shadow. He only excelled when given magical lessons by his adoptive mother.

He gave an eye roll or two during Thor’s coronation, and he actually yawned during the fight on Jotunheim. But his boredom fell away when blue stretched across his skin for the first time, inflicted by the touch of a Jotun. And he replaced the carefully constructed mask over the confrontation with his adoptive father, and the truth was revealed that his very identity had been a fabrication.

When the scene was finally over and the King had fallen into Odinsleep, an inexperienced and uneducated person might have believed Laufeyson was unaffected. That all of the events of his childhood were little more than entertainment for his amusement.

But it wasn’t. Having to relive those moments would linger in his mind, and that was the point.

He smirked whenever the scene changed to him displaying power over Thor and his companions while holding the temporary throne. He seemed to enjoy his adoptive brother’s exile to Earth, and there was no shame given for these childish displays. That’s what they were, the product of a child throwing a tantrum.

His mask started to slip again, but not at the timestamp you expected. Laufeyson flinched at the point of violent contact between the Destroyer and Thor, knocking him back and nearly killing him in the process. Would have, if not for Thor’s returned power.

You wondered if Laufeyson had wanted to murder his brother intentionally, or if he had underestimated the Destroyer’s strength.

You picked up a notepad and scribbled down the question. Unfortunately, the chronological record could only display events as they happened, not the motivation or intention of the actors involved. It was a relevant question to ponder later.

“What are you doing?”

You lifted your head to find the variant staring at you. You clicked your pen closed and put it on the table, keeping the notepad firmly in your lap.

“You needn’t concern yourself. Please, pay attention to the screen.”

His gaze narrowed but said nothing. It was a look you were familiar with, though not one aimed at you. It meant Laufeyson would also ponder the question for later, though with an agenda bent toward scheming and manipulation.

You would need to be careful, but not as careful as he needed to be. After all, he was the Time Criminal.

The battle between Laufeyson and Odinson drew a few chuckles and smiles from the variant, as if he were recalling fond memories. His expression flattened into boredom when the King arrived to prevent Loki from falling, and his face remained blank as he let go, falling into the wormhole the unstable Bifrost had created.

It was a show, all for your benefit. Proof that he didn’t care about those he had harmed, that he was above all of his past decisions.

Because of his put-upon apathy, you let the record continue to run. You knew what came next. He did too.

Laufeyson watched his past-self float amongst the stares, frozen and immobilized in the vacuum of space. He didn’t perish, Jotuns and Asgardians were too tough for that, but it wasn’t pleasant. The subzero temperatures, the negative pressure, the absence of air and light, all contributed to his silent suffering.

It was a pleasure compared to what happened after.

A massive, dark ship appeared on the horizon, pulling him onboard. Laufeyson barely had time to defrost (even Jotuns had a freezing limit) before he was fixed with an electric collar and thrown into a cell.

Laufeyson was left in the dark for days with no food or water. He was brought out only to be strung up by his wrists, asked questions he refused to answer, and then he was electrocuted until he was barely conscious.

He was returned to his cell, given nothing for warmth or sustenance, and the process began again several days later.

The present-day Laufeyson didn’t blink. Didn’t seem to breathe as he watched. His eyes were glazed over, skin pale under the harsh lighting.

Another round of torture, but this one was different. It was inflicted not by electricity, but by a blue stone. Not the stone he would use to splinter the timeline. This stone was actually yellow, and it commanded minds rather than physical space, but Laufeyson didn’t know that at the time.

All he knew was agony, delivered by the hands of the owner of the ship. A warlord from Titan that would not stop until Laufeyson begged to be allowed to serve.

And beg he would. It had already happened, was recorded with perfect clarity, and it would happen within just a few short hours of being exposed to the Mind Stone.

Laufeyson made a small noise, quiet compared to the distant screaming of his former self.

“What was that?” you asked at normal.

“I said stop.”

When you craned your head in his direction, he refused to meet your eye.

“I don’t want to see this.”

You put your pen down on the table and fully faced him, folding your fingers in front of you.

“Do you verbally acknowledge that you wish to skip the contents of your time with Thanos the Mad Titan?”

“Isn’t that what I just said?”

“A yes or no response is required.”

“Yes.”

He drew out the word in a growl.

“Do you verbally acknowledge that the Time Variance Authority is under no legal responsibility for memory gaps or incorrect memory recall for the time skipped during this interview process—“

“Yes.”

“Do you verbally acknowledge the contents that lie herein are accurate and complete—“

“Yes!”

He jerked his head toward you, his eyes reflective and bloodshot, teeth bared in a quiet snarl.

“It’s accurate, as you bloody well know, so unless you derive sick pleasure from the tortured screams of others, would you be so kind as to fucking skip it!”

His chest heaved, skin dotted with sweat, and he was half out of his seat with fingers clawing into the table hard enough for hairline cracks to splinter down the glass.

You had witnessed the variant become aggressive and hostile before, mostly against his adopted brother. Having the force of that fury directed at your direction was a much different experience.

You dropped your eyes and smoothed your tie, giving him a moment to collect himself. When you heard the shuffle of him retaking his chair, you lifted your head but kept your eyes on the monitor. With a few knobs turned and a switch flipped, the image on the wall, currently depicting Laufeyson kneeling before Thanos, supplicating him with promises of whatever he wished.

What Thanos wished was now being shown on the screen: the variant arriving on Earth to steal the Tesseract and prepare for Thanos’ full force to arrive.

Replaying the events of Earth Incident 327-A (colloquially known as the Battle of New York by Earth residents) garnered less of a response from the variant. He watched impassioned as his past-self led the Chitauri against the Avengers, and subsequently lost that battle.

“I really don’t see what all the fuss is about,” he said, gesturing vaguely at the screen as it displayed all of the Avengers seemingly threatening the audience. “A few humans perished. It’s what they do. Nothing to get excited over.”

You ignored the comment. He wasn’t, after all, under scrutiny for the lives he’d taken while under Thanos’ control.

No. The reason for his current incarceration came next.

The holoprojector displayed Alexander Pierce stopping Thor Odinson and Tony Stark, demanding Laufeyson and the Tesseract be remanded to his custody. The argument was interrupted as Stark went into a mild cardiac dysrhythmia due to Scott Lang sabotaging his Arc Reactor.

Lang then kicked the case containing the Space Stone towards another variant of Stark.

The only occupant of the room to notice was Laufeyson. Bruce Banner (as his Hulk persona) created the chaos needed for the Tesseract to be freed from its case, tapping lightly against Laufeyson’s boot.

You fully turned to the variant just as his past-self picks up the Tesseract, disappearing into a spacial rift and vanishing off the screen.

“On May 4th, 2012 at 11:39AM local time, a nexus event occurred.”

The variant rolled his eyes. You continued.

“Loki Variant L1130—“

His eyes narrowed.

“—by using the Tesseract to escape the Avenger’s custody, you created an unsanctioned timeline, and therefore have been deemed a Time Criminal. This timeline has been course-corrected by the Time Variance Authority, and it is my duty as your handler to determine whether you are to be assigned to a Time Cell or pruned.”

“Pruned?” He wrinkled his nose. “I believe the term you’re looking for is killed. I arrived at the same time as another man, and he refused to cooperate. Those goons melted him without hesitation.”

You slightly leaned forward, speaking concisely so there would be no misunderstanding.

“That ‘man’ was a variant, as are you. A being whose existence should never have come to be, and therefore, your life is null. Forfeit. It is by our grace that you even draw breath, and it’s my job to ensure you continue breathing from behind the walls of a cell.”

You leaned back and shuffled your papers in front of you.

“As I said before, we don’t kill people, Mister Laufeyson. Variants are not people.”

Something flashed within his eyes. You only caught a glimpse of it before it was gone, and then his expression was back to one of hostility.

“I deny the charges.”

You blinked.

“You cannot deny them.”

“I just did.”

“It is an irrefutable fact that you stole the Tesseract—“

“My apologies, but,” Laufeyson interrupted, not sorry at all, “did we not watch the same act of the play? Because I distinctly remember seeing a very tiny man stealing the Tesseract first, handing it off to what appears to be a second Tony Stark, who then tried to make off with it before a certain green monster deprived him of his ill-gotten gains.”

Laufeyson spread his hands, giving a toothy smile that didn’t reach his eyes.

“You may as well charge the Hulk with spoiling the timeline—it certainly wouldn’t have happened without his helpful input. In fact, bring in all the Avengers for crimes against the ‘Sacred Timeline.’ They’re just as guilty as I am, unless that goateed chap I saw happened to be Stark’s long lost twin brother.”

Laufeyson sat up straighter, staring you down.

“You speak of Time Criminals? It’s they you should be after.”

Then just as quickly, he crossed his arms and leveled you with an amused tilt of his head.

“Perhaps you could provide me with a taskforce and resources, and I could return and eliminate them for you. No? Nothing? Cat got your tongue again, darling?”

You rose to your feet, bracing the palms of your hands against the table as you looked him in the eye.

“You picked up the Space Stone and stole it, breaking the timeline. You did that. No one else. It was your actions that brought you here.”

It was not this Loki variant those words had been spoken to, but the smile was wiped from his face just as quickly. Deep down, he may have sensed an echo of those words. A phenomenon known as déjà vu to the common layman, when in reality it was something variants experienced from the Sacred Timeline they were no longer a part of.

Laufeyson also rose to his feet, leaning against the table to meet you in a staring match. He had height on you, and he took advantage of it to lean uncomfortably close.

“You speak of my actions as if you can possibly understand them. You think you know me by watching from a safe, comfortable distance?”

His eyes looked between yours, boring into them with an intensity that was unsettling. And when he spoke, his voice was low and deceptively soothing.

“I know what this place is. Your organization is shrouded in mystery, more of a legend than fact according to Asgardian historians. But Frigga, she should sense your constant manipulations, echoing across time. She forewarned me of what should happen if I come across your ilk. She thought you one of the greatest threats of the universe, but I? I see an amusing sideshow. The Time-Keepers have built quite the circus.”

He leaned in so close you could barely keep him in focus, his warm breath puffing across your face.

“And I see the clowns are playing their parts to perfection.”

You didn’t budge, refusing to cede ground and give him the satisfaction he sought.

“And in this metaphor of yours, where do you see yourself?”

His lips spread into a sharp grin, and he hovered closer.

“In the center of the ring, of course.”

For a moment, you thought he would close the rest of the distance. The sudden aversion of what he might do was so strong that you looked away first, backing off and sitting back down under the pretense of organizing your files.

“It sounds as if you cast yourself as the ringleader,” you commented, still shuffling papers. “The smartest of us all.”

“I am smart.”

“I know.”

He went silent as he slowly sat down, his expression open with surprise. The only one who had ever acknowledged his intelligence without it being an insult was his adoptive mother. Those who knew Laufeyson personally knew how intelligent he was and saw it as a threat to their ego.

You had no such concern, nor did you have an ego to protect. Laufeyson was smart, smarter than you by all accounts, but he wasn’t in control. You were. And that was something he still needed to learn, for his own sake.

“I believe we’ve discussed all that is required,” you said. “This interview is over.”

You stood from your chair and closed your folders, picking them up and tucking them into your arms.

Laufeyson mirrored your movement, rising to his feet, the movement quicker to catch up to you.

“Now, hang on just a minute,” he protested. “We’re not through here, not by a long shot. I demand to speak to someone with actual authority around here, because this is a mistake. I don’t belong here, and you don’t have the power to—”

Pulling out your remote, you rubbed your thumb across the dial, and an internal TVA portal appeared underneath Laufeyson’s feet. He disappeared into it with a cry before the beige portal vanished.

You adjusted your files, straightened your tie, and left the time theater. You had just enough time to grab a bite to eat before the next stage of Laufeyson’s intake procedure.

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