#he gets thrown in a cell and you can talk to him in his cell and eventually after a while of game progression he says this line

[thelustrouswritermirage]

AHHHHHHHHOMG

I'm going to do some headcanons and scenarios for the hanks cause I've had so much Date Everything content on my fyp and I'm literally in love with them. I ♡ HIMBOS

Warning - This is going to have plenty of NSFW work in it so read at your own risk

As a Group

They definitely have one big brain cell that they kinda just pass around

They all will learn how to do a skill or trick together and they will literally spend a week focusing on nothing but that and then never do it again

Let's be real the poor baby boys don't know how to do much for themselves. That closet is like a living frat house and they take that to an extreme. I think Hank number 2 could cook a little but only enough to make like burnt pasta or a nice salad. Other then that they survive off of kids TV dinners a hope and a prayer.

They literally worship the ground you walk on. They will attempt crazy stunts or preform a whole choreographed dance routine just to get a bit of smile or a thumbs up from you and God if you praise them...... BRO they are rolling around on the floor, jumping up and down, Hank number 3 has a raging hard on and now they won't leave your side for the rest of the night.

After you and them become a package congratulations you will never have a moment to yourself again. Someone will always have something new to show you or a story they wanna tell and these guys don't break off oh no if you get one you get them all.

They never really calm down but if you do express to them that you would enjoy some quiet they will happily attempt to do so.

Keyword there "ATTEMPT" these poor baby's are so energetic that even something like charades will make you think the house is about to come down on you. The thumping and thudding and whispered ows after a fist bump got to "radical" will some how manage to be even louder then before.

Also just gotta throw this in here hank number 4 has major golden retriever vibes. Like imagine patting him on the head and telling him your proud of him or that he's a good boy. GOD HE WILL NEVER GET ENOUGH OF YOU

NSFW

Okay in my mind the hanks are just a huge poly group that swallowed you whole so have fun with that.

It all starts once you've gotten to know the hanks a bit better. Soon Hank number 3's thoughts start to kinda seep into their shared dreams at night. Images of you sprawled out beneath them covered in sweat and cum both yours and theirs while you suck them off. When morning comes and they see you the visuals just won't leave and soon they are all red faced messes fawning over you.

You would have found out either way I mean these guys are open books but the way you would find out is less then ideal. You would be wandering around the house talking to furniture and silverware as one does when you hear a loud thud from up stairs. Obviously being curious you go to find out what's happening only to walk in on the hanks in a jerk circle heads thrown back, eyes screwed shut, moaning and muttering out your name in helpless whines as they cum all over their own hands and each other. Then they would giggle and mumble out some nonsense about how rad that was before they finally see you.

I don't think any of them including Hank 3 have ever been so embarrassed.

They would try to cover themselves while also apologizing and a sly comment about you "enjoying the show" from Hank 3 would ignite the flame that eventually leads to your newest predicament.

So there you are, Hank 3 behind you hitting a spot in your ass you never imagined could feel so good while whispering in your ear about how beautiful you look from that angle. Then Hank 5 is in front thrusting up into your weeping walls and holding your head up so he can stick his tongue down your throat. While they ravage your insides Hank 1 and 2 sit off to either side of you watching with their dicks in hand. Hank 1 loves to watch how your ass just molds like play doh to Hank number 3 waist everytime he thrusts into. Hank number 2 is definitely more of a boob guy. He likes how soft they are and how your hardend nipples are a deep shade of rossey pink. He would probably imagine them in his face or mouth while he gets himself off and wouldn't mind being suffocated to death by them. Finally sweet golden boy hank number 4 would be on his side on the bed watching hank 3 and 5 thrust into you. Something about the way your cunt trys to suck number 5 cock back in while he pulls out makes hank 4 ache in all the right places.

Once they all have finally had enough they would crawl into bed with you in a big sloppy cuddle puddle and tell each and every person in the bed individually things that they love about them.

After about 45 minutes of that they have whined down enough to get to sleep and you actually sleep very comfortably. Considering that good luck getting out of bed in the morning cause they are not going to wanna let you go.

[saltedfishmaiden]

When I was writing my post about why Sanji loves love, why he sometimes seems too much invested in the concept and idea of it which goes deeper than being only a hopeless romantic, I got to the part with Judge and Luffy, and then wanted to make a whole post about that.

There's this sentiment that Sanji didn't need to have another story with Germa or this added background seems pointless. And while I get it somewhat, I also enjoy getting two cakes and have my fun by poking at parallels and contrasts. So here are all my thoughts and ramblings on the subject. 

I feel WCI is to Sanji in One Piece that Enchantix was to Bloom in Winx Club. For getting that enchantix transformation, all the fairies had to sacrifice something for their people. And while Bloom still gets her transformation, it wasn't at its complete because she hadn't fulfilled the condition of her transformation. Because, you know, she didn't have her people left. (I am talking about season 3, not the newer seasons). 

So how is it even remotely similar to Sanji's Germa origins? Or even ties in with Judge vs Luffy? This got quite lengthy, so under the cut, here we go:

Luffy stands as a figure of freedom and liberation. He has freed islands, thrown off corrupt governments and has saved many, many people. You should start doing good things from your home. And Luffy does it by saving every member of his crew too. But if you closely look at the flashbacks before and during the 3D2Y thing, one of them doesn't hold the same weight as the other. (It didn't for me, at least.) 

Most of the others have flashbacks to being rescued from high stakes situations. Sanji's flashback has a bigger focus on the scene where he asks Luffy if he has ever heard of the All Blue.

Luffy saved Zoro from being killed by Marines, from a death that comes from betrayal and not with a warrior's honor. He saves Kaya, Usopp, and Syrup Village from a fate that was going to befall them. Nami asks for Luffy’s help and he defeats Arlong. He declares war on the world government for Robin. Taking Franky with him so the WG doesn't constantly hunt him down is his decision in the end. Brook spent five decades in literal darkness. Luffy saves him, defeats Moria to restore their shadows, and takes him out of the waters he was stuck for so long at. He is the reason Brook can see sunlight again. He brings the light to the darkness Brook had been in. By launching the prison break, he sets Jinbei free from his cell in the Impel Down. 

Yes he saves Sanji too by fighting Don Krieg. But it differs here that after being set free from their captors or situations, the strawhats have an impact that becomes a trait or a part of their personality. 

Nami doesn't have to free her village any longer. So she's more assertive in taking charge of everyone's finances. Zoro takes quickly to piracy and while his own condition was never jeopardizing his dream, he was ready to give up for Luffy’s life. Robin decides she wants to live. Brook becomes more cheery. Chopper learns some people will love him Because he is a monster. While initially he doesn't want to be one, he is ready to become one for Luffy post time skip.

Coming back to Luffy at Baratie.. he does defeat Don Krieg. (Luffy wasn't the only one influencing his decision. Zoro's refusal to back down from his dream was doing something to his brain too.) But look at it from Sanji's angle:

A pirate crew returns from the Grand Line and attacks a ship on the East Blue that he currently calls his current home. That sounds very familiar though. 

A pirate saves him from a seemingly worse fate after that attack. That too has already happened. 

For Sanji, it's probably another Tuesday. Even if it probably repeats every nine years or so.

Interestingly, Sanji doesn't actually change after Baratie is saved by Luffy. He's still all traits and characteristics that he was. He was ready to die on the Baratie. Then, from Drum Island and onwards, his sacrificial tendencies and (passively) suicidal behavior becomes a recurring theme. At the restaurant, he declares he is ready to die because dying is how he can repay Zeff for saving him. Luffy tells him it's stupid and Zeff didn't save Sanji for him to pull this. But Sanji still keeps this stance, which he again repeats at Thriller Bark that he has always been ready to die. This thing continues post time skip too, as seen in Dressrosa where he was ready for his fate by willingly giving himself up to save the crewmates on the ship. 

So Sanji had yet to change that streak. And it makes you wonder WHY he is so ready to die, to put other's lives and dreams above his own, why his self worth is lower than Punk Hazard’s temperature? Because, again, Zeff didn't save Sanji so he can throw himself away every chance he gets. So where does his behavior even come from? A random nobody kid on a cruise ship shouldn't come with this much baggage. Then why does he? 

Those questions are answered with the WCI arc. Father vs father figure gets the focus. But Zeff isn't physically present there. You know who is? Luffy! The center stage is taken by authority figure vs authority figure. Or, well, leader versus authority figure. And the two couldn't be more different. Which the arc shows throughout.

Judge is a colonizer and symbolizes oppression. In contrast to him, Luffy is the liberator, symbolizing freedom. One of them is power hungry, the other craves freedom. Judge is someone who thrives on hierarchy, on being the biggest, the oldest, the one who looms over others. Luffy is the captain but he is also the second youngest, and usually lets his crewmates do their own thing. 

When Sanji goes back to his bio family, he ends up beaten. When Luffy catches up to him, and Sanji reacts to send him away, Luffy refuses to fight him back. While Judge ignores Sanji's pain and hurt, Luffy acknowledges it. Judge refuses to give Sanji any choice in being used as a pawn. Luffy asks Sanji what he wants. 

Judge goes back against his own word that he had bound Sanji to. Luffy makes a promise of staying there come whatever. Luffy binds himself to his promise. Judge is ready to blow up Sanji's hand. Luffy was ready to give up his own.

What Judge says he doesn't do. Luffy always does what he says.

Luffy picked Sanji as his cook at the Baratie before ever tasting his food. On Whole Cake, the food is ruined but Luffy had nothing but praise. The two stories, both, have Luffy choosing Sanji and it's not because of how good the food is. 

Judge puts everything above Sanji and Luffy puts Sanji above everything else. 

Whatever Judge does, Luffy does the opposite. We have Sanji realizing that he's worth it too. That no, he shouldn't be thrown in a dungeon or used as a chip. 

(Back to my kinda silly comparison to Bloom’s enchantix, isn't it interesting Sanji awakens his own sense of self worth while saving his family too?) 

He changes from that point forward. He asks Robin for help. He questions if Luffy would want him more useful or how he is. And doesn't wait for an answer. Because he already has one. Luffy isn't Judge. For the latter, everything is about usefulness and that's why Sanji is a failure because of what he can't do. But now Sanji knows he is Sora’s success and he already knew Luffy has never cared for what others are of use to him. 

Sanji has never doubted Luffy. He just hasn't believed himself of any worth.

Luffy at Baratie was throwing hands with a pirate who failed on the Grand Line, in exchange of not being the chore boy any longer. Luffy on Whole Cake Island was throwing hands with an Emperor of the Sea for someone he deemed worth more than his dream. That's the difference. 

[gloomy-ghosty]

Im gonna need more info on those Kristin fics STAT

mwahahah alright.. you asked for it

theyre both part of my rpverse with a friend, of which I've talked about before. in fact i think ive shown you at least one of these before.

SO!! backstory. XD is the god of life, Kristin comes from a long line of gods of death. the gods dont die necessarily, they just decide they're tired of it and pass it on eventually, leaving the mortal plane and going off yknow. XD hatessss the whole family because theyre his rivals. And also Kristin took his angel [Drista] away when she got heavily injured and prayed for it. Who knew an angel of life could die. ANYWAY this left XD without a head servant, basically. So he created a new one- Phil! XD sends Phil down to get back at the family, but mostly Kristin. But he doesn't specify how.. So the guy he sent with Phil– Technoblade I– decides that they'll just like. Break into the castle and break some crap. They get caught [obviously] and thrown in the dungeon. This is where the first one comes in.

   Phil was resting when he heard it. Footsteps. Different ones. He sat up from where he was leaned against the hard obsidian walls of his cell. He needed to listen.

   The regular ones he heard came first, their light clicking against the floor familiar to his feathered ears. The warden. Then came heavier ones. They were graceful, but the person who was walking was obviously taller than the warden.

   His interest was piqued. Would there be a new prisoner? A visitor? Or perhaps the executioner, coming for any one of their heads? He hadn't been expecting to die today, but then again, he hadn't expected the guards to break his wing either.

   Then the voices came. The footsteps stopped and the voices started. The warden spoke first.

   "Now, My Lady, I present to you, the dungeons. I haven't a clue why you would want to come down here," The warden said. My Lady? This person must be powerful or something.

   Phil hadn't been moving, but if he had been, he would've stopped the moment he heard the second voice.

   "I've heard rumors that you aren't just keeping wayward Ender here, but a human and a piglin as well." The voice was calming and beautiful, yet sorrowful, like a mourning dove twittering in the branches of a decaying tree.

   "Yes. We've recently captured a winged human and his piglin brute wandering around the castle. We suspect they had broken it with the intent to steal from or harm the royal family."

   That was not the intention of their break-in, though Phil couldn't will himself to object. He likely wouldn't have been heard, and it was not worth it. He had learned what happened when you spoke out of turn here.

   "Well, humans can't pose too terrible a threat. Why, they're just so small and cute... There's no way they'd be able to hurt any of us."

   Ah, so she was royal after all. Phil shouldn't be too surprised. He moved in his cell, ignoring how painfully his wing dragged behind him on the floor. From where he could see, there were shadows cast on the wall at the far end of the dungeon. One of the shadow of the warden, tall and prideful. Then there was one that was even taller, with sharp horns and dragon-like features. She seemed beautiful, from what he could see from the shadow.

   "My Lady, I can already tell when you want. I cannot permit you to see it."

   "Why not? I'm of higher authority than you. I should be able to visit whichever prisoner I choose, and I want to see the human."

   The warden was silent for a few moments.

   "Later, my highness. It is supper, the inmates must eat."

   So Phil watched as the shadows moved away, not being able to make out the words any longer. He had hoped she might've been able to come back and saved him, help fix his wing, let him finally free. But he had hoped wrong. At least he'd be getting some food today.

this one was written quickly a year or so ago to show my friend one of the ideas i had, along with some accompanying backstory of which i summarized above. something that i didnt say that i do wanna share because its cool to me; Phil is an angel, obviously. Since he was XD's, he had light yellow, almost white, feathers. However, as he stays in the mortal plane, his wings slowly shift color until he and Kristin get married, in which they're completely black. He has fallen for the enemy, become the Angel of Death. fallen angel in XD's eyes, new creation in Kristin's. anyway.

the second one is much shorter, not having been finished. Basically takes place in the future when they're married and have kids. Btw. Technoblade isnt their biological child. Technoblade I and his wife. Tragically passed away during a siege in the Nether, and since Phil was his best friend, he got his son, who was unnamed because you have to earn your name in Piglin culture. so he just named him Technoblade II. Wilbur and him are called twins because they were born on the same day, just a year apart. They consider themselves twins. so basically, in the rp, Kristin gets stuck in the Ende Realm for several years and then finally comes back eventually. so i wanted to write how that happened. never finished it, but the main idea was that Kristin moved to the Overworld with Phil and lived there with their children. They go back and visit often, staying for a few weeks in the Ende and then coming home. XD is ticked that Kristin first stole his sister/assistant, and now stole his angel!? So. He plants an uprising, sprung by having sent people to pick off small villages around the borders of the kingdom, which Kristin did nothing about since she wasn't there. It was the other rulers jobs. But the people got angry and tried to overthrow them. And so they had to rush back for the safety of the children. Phil, Tommy, and Wilbur got separated and made it through the portal. Techno and Kristin went together, but the portal started breaking. Kristin got Techno through and then. She didn't make it out. Cut off from all contact. Very sad, I know. But she makes it back!! Eventually. Uh. 19 years later. this is actually also part of Ranboo's backstory but that's not what we're on about. Hint hint they were the child of two important women in one of the villages that got attacked. This one is not CLOSE to finished and i think I want to write even what i have, but you'll see i put a note in the wip of a line i wanted to include but didn't get the chance to. its not my favorite, pretty sure its ooc even for the rp version of these characters, but yknow.

   Phil had just finished setting up the portal to the Ende Realm when Kristin was ready to go. She had dressed up fancy, and put her crown and veil on for today. There would be no revivals, at least while she had her veil down and intact. Her sons had been cleaned up and were dressed as princes from centuries ago, though it wasn't necessary. Phil kept insisting the two dressed that way for the visit. Even Tommy, the baby, had been wrapped in fancy swaddling clothes overtop his usual onesie. The baby was excused from dressing up. 

   The twins had been dressed in white medieval blouses and khaki shorts, and Techno had put on his red regal cloak. Wilbur refused to wear his own. Phil had tried to make him wear if, offering candy and a new toy, but he wouldn't budge. Kristin thought that was a bit strange, but she wouldn't force him to wear it. Not like it mattered much anyways, the land was quite lax with how young royalties dressed.

LINE TO INCLUDE: "But a goddess never truly dies, especially if she governs death."

that one is shorter than i recall!! but. Yeah. Not a favorite, can see why I ditched it. ill rewrite it and actually finish it one of these days though mwahah.

[logansbluetie]

Officer JT Wicker’s lines about riddler are some of my favorite lines in the whole game

this stupid line made me sad

[rafesangelita]

Pouge!Sweetheart!Reader and Rafe request! Rafe gets carried away in bed with dirty talk, saying degrading mean stuff about her being a pouge, because he is really horny and she gets a bit taken back because she doesn’t know if he truly feels that way about her and he can tell she is a bit standoffish and down after and he doesn't know what he has done :(

warnings: unprotected sex, degradation, light fluff, a little bit of angst, rafe feels rlly bad :(

both you and rafe managed to surprise each other when you two proposed new ideas to spice up your sex life. choking, overstimulation, roleplay, degradation, to name a few. while rafe reassured you that he loved how vanilla you two were in bed, you wanted to be everything and more for him, your own mind a little curious to see where he takes things. the first time rafe decided to rough things up a bit, it brought new sides out of both of you, and you equally loved it. however, you didn’t know how to feel about degradation this time around.

“oh, my- please don’t stop rafe!” you cried out, the band in your stomach threatening to snap at any moment, your boyfriend’s hips pistoning in and out of you at an unforgiving speed. “so fucking needy, huh? always wanting more like the fucking pogue you are?” his words made you blink, unsure of what he meant by that. you still moaned, his length pressing that spot inside of you that made you tremble. rafe leaned down, taking your lips in a kiss. “you’re so fucking sexy, who woulda’ thought a pogue had it like this?”

there he goes again. this time when he kissed you, you didn’t move your lips, your mind simply somewhere else. eventually rafe finished, his arms caging you in as he cursed against your skin. thankfully he didn’t pay too much attention to your face, instead he pulled you against his chest and spooned you as he whispered sweet nothings in the curve of your neck. he intertwined your fingers, rubbing your back soothingly until you fell asleep.

the next day you woke up early, still feeling off from last night. while rafe was snoring softly, you managed to slip out of his arms, taking it upon yourself to get ready and go out to get breakfast. apart of you felt bad for going out without him, and quite literally leaving your camper without a word, but you needed some space to clear your head. soon enough, your cell was ringing off the hook with calls and voicemails from rafe. when you got back home, rafe was sitting on the little steps outside, his knee bouncing as he chewed on his thumb.

“where were you?!” rafe looked confused as you walked past him and inside. “i got breakfast.” you shrugged, your voice barely above a whisper. “breakfast?” he watched you take a seat on your little couch, his hands on his hips as he stared down at you. rafe didn’t know what to think, as far as he knew he thought everything was fine, great even, between you two. “what’s wrong?” he sat down, immediately picking up on the way you avoided his gaze. “hey, talk to me, tell me what i did, baby.” he grabbed your chin.

you looked up at him, concern written all over his face. “last night,” you started, “..you said some things that bothered me.” you swallowed thickly. rafe shut his eyes momentarily. “i was a little thrown off when you mentioned the whole ‘pogue’ thing.” you watched as the realization dawned on him, a groan leaving his lips as he rested his head in his hands. “fuck,” he cursed, “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean anything i said, y/n. i wasn’t thinking straight.” he shook his head. you sighed, placing your arms around him.

“even the part where you said i was sexy?” rafe paused, a laugh tumbling from his mouth as he turned his eyes on you. you were too sweet for your own good. “no, i definitely meant that.” he clarified, resting his forehead on yours. “i’m so sorry if i made you feel bad, that was never my intention.” he hugged you, pulling you onto his lap. you studied his face, knowing he was genuine. “i know you are. it’s okay.” you pecked his lips. “how about this,” he took your hand, “instead of us trying to make things ‘rougher’ why don’t we try softer? praise instead of degradation?”

you smiled, nodding at him while he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “..i can’t believe you got breakfast without me.”

[lushrue]

tf 141 as police officers anyone? dubcon, afab!reader

this was not how you wanted to spend your weekend.

you'd graciously agreed to go out for your friend's bachelorette party. she'd all but begged you to be there for her last night of freedom, so how could you not show up for her? now, though, after three too many shots and sitting in the drunk tank of the local police station, you were beginning to wish you'd stayed curled up on your couch.

you weren't even entirely sure what had happened. one moment, you were walking to your next bar, your body floating along with the crowd. the next, your friends were catcalling some random men across the street and the red and blue lights started flashing in your periphery.

the officers that arrested you had been nice enough, you supposed. they were understanding of your situation, but not understanding enough to let you out of a public intoxication charge. the more senior one, captain price, had given you your own police car away from your friends after you'd complained about your head pounding. if he copped a feel as he helped you into the seat, no one but the two of you had to know.

his sergeant, garrick, chatted you up as you rode the couple of minutes to the local jail. he was friendly, conversational, if a bit flirtatious. you weren't sure a cop was supposed to compliment a prisoner's hair or the way her dress showed off her tits so much.

but the two cops serving as jail wardens were by far the worst. sergeant mactavish had been the one to book you in, taking your fingerprints and filling out the necessary paperwork to cite you. inhibitions lowered by the copious amounts of vodka you'd been talked into consuming, you told him his tattoos made him look hot. he seemed to take that as a green light, murmuring in your ear about how bonnie you were the whole time he was booking you.

lieutenant riley just unnerved you. you could see him staring through the window of the thick metal door, the bars not deterring him one bit. clearly, he could see as much as he needed to. he hadn't stopped staring since he'd thrown you into the cell.

your friends had taken notice too, the way the officers seemed to take a liking to you. the group of them hatched a clever, albeit drunken, plan to use you as bait to escape. if you were completely in your right mind, you would've refused without a second thought. however, fortunately (or unfortunately) for you, it sounded genius to your alcohol-logged brain.

you sauntered up to the door, standing on your tiptoes to bring your chest into view. you put on your best pout, holding the bars of the small window. "sergeant johnny?" you slurred, your fingers dancing suggestively along the length of the bars. "me and my friends are thirsty. can you and your friend get us some water?"

the giggles of the girls behind you let you know how good your performance was, and you put on the best flirtatious smile you could muster while drunk. the two officers looked at each other, seeming to contemplate for a moment, before they both came directly to your cell. the heavy door swung open, hinges squeaking.

"why don' ya come with us, troublemaker?" mactavish purred, crooking his finger at you. his lieutenant stood behind him, arms crossed over his broad chest.

"we can give ya just wha' ya need."

[ace-of-zaun]

Kiss Me More. pt 2:

silco x f!reader - 1.8k words - SFW

series summary: “Whatever, all I’m saying is, I can teach you how to kiss,” Silco insists, before adding just a little too nonchalantly, “You know, if you want to.”

cw: first dates, jealous silco, silco is a little shit, silco causing problems on purpose, mild angst, mild sexual references, fluff, friends to lovers, young silco

PART 1 | PART 3 | PART 4

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One agonising, excruciatingly long week later and neither you nor Silco have mentioned the kiss again. In fact, Silco has been so weird, (well, weirder than he normally is anyhow) that you’re genuinely starting to worry you accidentally damaged some of his brain cells when you pulled on his hair. 

He holds himself all weirdly now, like he’s forgotten how sitting or standing works. And he stares and stares and stares at you, and then scowls when you look back or ask him what’s wrong. 

You even catch him just standing staring at your bedroom door one day, smack bang in the middle of the corridor, but when you question what he’s doing he just grunts at you and slams into his own bedroom, the tips of his ears flushed crimson.

This, frankly unhinged, behaviour continues right up until you’re leaving for your date with Seven. 

Vander, the wonderful, had said you looked lovely, and Silco, the prat, had just scowled at your outfit and crossed his arms in a huff.

Not wanting to spend the whole of your first ever date giving a rage-fuelled rant about your idiot best friend, you’d taken a deep breath and magnanimously chosen to just roll your eyes at him, instead of picking a fight. 

You can get him back later by unpicking the seams of his favourite shirt, anyway. That’ll show him. 

But as you’d looked over your shoulder to say goodbye to the boys, fingertips hanging loosely off the door handle, you’d caught Silco surreptitiously looking you up and down with a surprisingly soft look on his face. 

It had thrown you for a bit of a loop, the little motion and facial expression re-playing in your head over and over again as you’d walked through the streets of Zaun…

But then there’s no time to think of it anymore because you’re suddenly on your date with Seven - who you think you like. It’s a bit difficult to tell, honestly. 

The date goes well (you guess, you’ve never been on one before, so there’s nothing to really compare it to). He’d taken you to dinner at one of the local food stalls because the restaurants on The Promenade are far, far too expensive, but at least the food had been familiar. 

Plus, it was way nicer than any of Sil’s burnt, home-made meals… Probably. (Okay, maybe you’ve grown a little bit fond of them after all this time.)

You and Seven had talked for most of the date. And you’d gotten to know each other a little bit better. Well, you’d got to know Seven better; you didn’t really get much of a chance to talk about yourself, in between his monologues. 

And sure, you didn’t kiss, but he did hold your hand on the way home. 

Now, as you reach your apartment building, Seven insists on walking you up to your flat, even gesturing for you to climb the stairs before him with a sweep of his arm. And when you finally arrive outside your apartment door, he turns to you with a strange, smug look on his face. 

“Well, I suppose this brings an end to our evening,” he says, voice dropping in a way that you assume is meant to be seductive, but honestly just makes him sound like he needs a cough drop. “But there is one more thing I want to do before I leave.”

Before you even have a chance to respond, Seven is backing you up against the door, arms slithering around you until they rest low around your waist (a little too low if you’re being honest). An uncomfortable feeling settles in your chest but then he’s leaning down and lining his lips up with yours and-

Shit, this is it. He’s going to kiss you. 

You heave a sharp intake of breath and desperately try to remember everything Silco had told you during your little practice session, but it’s currently quite difficult to think properly when your heart is drumming in your chest and your hands are shaking. 

Of course, thinking about Silco must summon him because instead of feeling the sensation of lips on lips, you’re suddenly experiencing the sensation of falling, as the door opens behind you. 

Without the solid, wooden surface holding your upper back in place, you tip backwards with a squeal, only saved from falling flat on your arse by Seven tightening his arms around you and setting you back on your feet. 

Instantly, you want his suffocating arms off of you, so you subtly shove him away as you turn to face the culprit of the opening door. 

“Silco!”

“Hey, you’re back,” he announces, a little too casually. It doesn’t match his bizarre, half-amused, half-something-else expression at all. Or the death grip he has on the door frame. “Great, we need to change the bed sheets.” 

You almost sputter at the choice of phrasing. Not his bed sheets, the bed sheets, like there’s only one bed in the apartment, and needing to change them implies…

Before you can clarify, because you don’t want your date getting the wrong idea, Silco turns to look at Seven, eyes narrowing dangerously. 

Uh, oh. You know that look. That’s his ‘I’m going to make your life a fucking misery’ look. 

“Oh, who’s your little friend?” Silco asks, voice deceptively sweet. 

“Seven,” he responds, holding a hand out for Sil to shake, which he promptly ignores. “And you are?”

“Really, very busy right now, so if you’ll just excuse us.” Silco dismisses him, resting one hand on the small of your back as he tries to herd you through the doorway and into the flat. 

You squirm out of his grasp, annoyance levels rising until they’re practically reaching Piltover. 

“Silco, just get the stuff out the airing cupboard and I’ll be with you in a min-"

“It’s okay, baby girl, I’d best be going anyway.” Seven interrupts you, stepping even closer to you. His voice does that stuffy, flu thing again, and he acts like he’s speaking only to you, but it’s definitely loud enough for Silco to hear. “I had a great time this evening.”

“Me too.” You smile at him with tight lips, despite it being a bit of a lie. It just feels like it’s something you’re supposed to say at the end of a date. 

“I’d love to do it again sometime,” he continues, voice taking on an overly suggestive tone. “I’ll see you at the shop? We can arrange another date… maybe some late night swimming?”

You feel your face heat up at the thought, and it certainly doesn’t help that Silco is a foot away, burning a hole into the side of your skull. 

Janna, you really hope Seven doesn’t try to kiss you again in front of Sil, you think you might die of embarrassment. You pretend to scratch at your nose, subtly covering your mouth, just in case he tries again. 

“Uh, I'll see you later,” you say noncommittally. “Goodnight, Seven.”

Except, it doesn’t seem to work because he just grabs the hand covering your face and brings it up to his lips, pressing a rough kiss against your fingers. It’s an effort not to squirm. 

“Goodnight, princess,” he drawls, winking when you just stare at him.

Then, he finally notices the intense death stare Silco is sending his way, dropping your hand to shoot daggers back at your best friend before turning on his heel and sauntering down the stairs. 

With Seven gone, a weird sense of relief floods through you, but it quickly dissipates, leaving you with nothing but the urge to smack Silco round the back of his stupidly beautiful head. You don’t, though. 

Instead, you march back inside the flat, hackles raised as Silco closes the door behind you and leans back on it. He dusts his hands off with two wide sweeps up and down like the dramatic idiot he is. 

“And good riddance.”

Slowly, you turn to face him fully, carefully watching his eyes widen slightly in mild alarm. 

“What the hell was that?”

“What?” he asks, really, genuinely confused. 

You could throttle him. 

“That!” 

“I’m afraid I don’t quite know what you mean,” Silco replies. 

“You were so rude to him!” you explode. “And you…” 

You want to say that he implied that the two of you share a bed, but you can’t bring yourself to say it. Hell, you know your cheeks are absolutely burning at just the thought of it. (And not even just the usual things you think of when sharing a bed with someone, but even just the thought of waking up next to him, seeing him when he’s all relaxed and soft in the morning. It hurts to even picture it.)

“Yeah, well, I don’t like him.” Silco interrupts your runaway daydream. 

“Why? You don't even know him!” you protest. 

“I just don’t like the look of him.”

“Silco!" 

“What? I don’t think he’s right for you. I mean, did you hear him? I had a lovely evening, princess, why don’t we go skinny dipping for our next date, doll.” The mocking accent he puts on is far from flattering. “Ugh, what a slimeball.”

“He doesn’t even sound like that!” You don’t know why you even bother protesting, he’s clearly on a roll. 

“And what kind of a name is Seven, anyway? Do you think his parents hated him too? Do you think that’s why he’s such a prick?”

You sigh heavily. 

“I’m going to bed,” you announce, turning away from him to walk through the living room and towards your bedroom. 

Except you don’t get very far because Silco catches your hand and gently pulls you back to him, until you’re stood holding hands in the middle of the room. 

“Wait, I actually need your help making my bed,” he says, face and voice melting into something genuine (and irritatingly endearing). 

But not endearing enough after all the shit he’s been putting you through this last week. 

You pull your fingers out of his grip and slap at his hand when he tries to grab them again. 

“Get Vander to do it,” you snap, perhaps a little too harshly. 

“But he’s still at work!” He’s borderline pleading now. 

“Well, you’ll just have to sleep in dirty sheets then, won’t you?” You say, muttering a sardonic little, “Twat,” under your breath as you finally walk away. 

Predictably, Silco is in a massive sulk for a ridiculous amount of time after that.

He doesn’t even stop when you finally offer to help him change his bed sheets, watching him messily tucking the corners of the bed sheets under his threadbare mattress in silence, until you bat his hands away and show him how to do it properly (honestly, the boy is useless without you). 

By the end of the week, you decide that you just don’t understand him and probably never will. (It still doesn’t stop you from thinking about him every second of every day, though.)

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PART 3

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[blitziwitchwrites]

pairing: rabbid!ryomen sukuna x reader

content tags/warnings: feral violent man, virus/disease, light gore, body mutation, death/murder, criminal activity, your father’s a (....dead) judgemental dick, power dynamic, sukuna’s an actual uncontrollable monster that only you can subside, fluff/softness

author’s note: i was running through the lnds event and the boys as praedators has me thinking about the jjk men in a situation like lmfao, lmfaoo… lemme know if i should make this a series and include the other jjk men, cuzzzz i will. i like this concept hehe

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imagining rabbid!ryomen sukuna who only allows you, the cute little newbie guard he has a history with, into his cell…

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who was the most feared criminal in the world, running a mafia criminal organization known as the curses that rivaled even the six eyes in power and influence. however, after getting infected with the rabid virus that is spreading throughout your city, his bloodlust only grew tenfold and left him an extremely dangerous beast who foams at the mouth with a need to kill and destroy.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who suffered a severe body change from the virus, growing an extra pair of arms and becoming beastly-sized, larger and taller and more muscular, two extra eyes and an extra mouth growing on his body, burn tissue developing on his face from the severity of the virus infecting his flesh.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who was only able to be imprisoned using over a hundred soldiers, a tank, and chains after going on a rampage throughout the city. rabbid!ryomen sukuna who would’ve thrown the tank with his bare hands if he did not see you, the one that got away, in your guard uniform, running up and jumping between him and the tank in an attempt to ease the raging beast.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who felt human for the first time since becoming infected with the virus when he saw you, instantly easing you. the tank preparing to aim and fire when they saw him reach for you, only for him to tuck your hair behind your ear and cup his face and fall to his knees, still taller than you despite significantly decreasing his height as he pressed his forehead against yours and eased.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who got thrown into chains and you pried away from him when he finally submitted, and now lives in an isolated cell with no windows and a secure, solid steel door, surrounded by thick chains that he could easily break if he wanted to. he could break down the door and run if he wanted to. but he doesn’t. because of you.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who will only talk to you. anyone else who enters his cell will get tossed, and the virus takes over, the man within the beast only able to subside for you, who gets sent to his cell whenever information is needed from him. rabbid!ryomen sukuna who will tell you everything you ever want to know, not to cooperate with his government captors, but purely because it’s you.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who will pace around his cell, frothing at the mouth, shaking, banging on the walls and itching to kill and licking his lips and tears apart any food he is provided within seconds, ready to rip apart the guard feeding him if their fingers manage to slip in the metal slot of the door as his trays are handing to him. however, the moment the door opens and you enter his cell, he is on his knees for you or wrapping his arms around you and clinging to you, his only sense of humanity being brought forth by you, you, you.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who gets to see you once a day, as long as he answers the questions you are instructed to ask him and so long as he does not hurt you- which he would never. rabbid!ryomen sukuna who just wants to pull you into his lap and hold you and rest his chin upon your head as you melt into his body and mesh into him.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who loved you long before he was a true criminal lord, back when you both were teenagers, but your father had found out that you were in love with the troublemaking thug and had you shipped off to military school and insisted he would do everything within his power to ensure you two would never see him again. rabbid!ryomen sukuna who had his head on a stick when he finally found him and had more power, only for you to be stationed overseas for guard training, and has never looked at a woman or touched one since you and had been searching for you ever since.

rabbid!ryomen sukuna who will kill everybody, but you. rabbid!ryomen sukuna who will hate everybody, but you. rabbid!ryomen sukuna who would do anything for you, absolutely anything, because you are the only one who turns rabbid!ryomen sukuna into just… sukuna.

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[wonderjanga2]

Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Epilogue (here)

TW: Standard Zombie stuff. Y’know, eating people, but it’s only mentions in this one.

I’d also like to say this Reader is Gender Neutral or at least you can pick your gender. Most of the pronouns are “you” and when they are referred to by other people, its “they” so… Yeah! Have fun reading and tell me if there are any spelling mistakes or things that don’t make sense.

Epilogue

You and Jill sat in two different… cells? The Batcave has cells. Lovely.

You watched Batman pace back and forth over and over while a whole gaggle of vigilantes stood behind him. The guy with the red helmet on looked familiar… did you and Jill see him after your guys’ first kill? Or was it before?

Everyone looked depressed. That was the easiest way to put it. All the bats and birds had the deepest frowns you could see, and Jill was also depressed, probably worried you both were going to be thrown in jail.

Speaking of which, why weren’t you?

“I can’t believe you!” The main bat yelled as he continued his pacing. “Killing six people, [Name], what is wrong with you?!”

You didn’t really know what to say to that so you just said the first thing that came to your mind. “I was hungry?”

“That doesn’t excuse it! Why didn’t you come to us?!” He continued his yelling.

“Why would I come to you…? How would I come to you? Did you want me to just stand in the street and wait until one of you noticed me or something?” You asked, confused.

“And now you’re being cheeky!” The man threw his hands up in anger. “[Name], you’re grounded! Forever!”

“Wha— you can’t ground me! You’re not my fucking dad!” You yelled back. The Batman was trying to ground you? What the hell? What, was he gonna keep you in this jail for the rest of your zombie life! You still don’t know how you both got here by the way. After he’d found you both on the train, you were both knocked out before you could register.

Batman gasped at that. Some of the birds did too.

You continued on with your words. “I don’t even live with you either!”

“Of course you do! Where else would you live? You’re seventeen and the apartment you used to store bodies in wasn’t used for any other purpose than that.”

“They live with me.” Jill spoke up, scratching her cheek. Honestly, how did the Batman of all people not know that?

Batman sharply turned his head to her. “You. What did you do to [Name]?”

“Excuse me?” Jill sounded startled.

“What did you do to them? [Name] would’ve never considered murder without an outside influence so what did you do?” It was Robin who spoke this time. The little kid drew his sword and slowly approached Jill’s cell.

You felt that if you and Jill could see each other, you both would’ve shared a look of ‘what the fuck is wrong with these dumbasses’?

“I’m sorry, do I know you guys?” You inquired, tilting your head slightly.

Red Robin sputtered at that. “Of course you do!”

A small silence encompassed the entire cave.

“Nuh uh.” You shook your head.

“What do you mean ‘Nuh uh’?! Did becoming a zombie mess with your memory?” At Red Robin’s words, he rushed over and unlocked the cell. He grabbed your face and pulled out a light to check your pupils. A few other vigilantes followed him in and clung to you or touched you in some type of way.

“No? I just don’t think we’ve ever talked more than like a second!” You pulled your face away as double R started muttering something about your pupils not reacting to light.

“Yes we have, [Name]. We talked before dinner the other day, didn’t we?” Some girl in purple spoke up. Spoiler, was it? She had her hand on your shoulder.

“Uh… no? The last dinner I had was with my family, and even then I didn’t get to eat anything cause they were serving human food.” You shrugged off the hand. She put it back a second later.

Another silence enveloped the cave.

Red Robin, you was still in front of you muttering about it your zombieness also paused and slowly looked to you. You couldn’t tell what his expression was.

He then pulled back his mask and your eyes widened at the sight of Tim Drake. Your Tim Drake. Your dipshit, older brother.

“Tim?!” You exclaimed.

Suddenly, Tim put his head in his hands and let out the longest sigh. After a bit, he dragged them down his face so he could stare at you.

“You had no idea we were vigilantes, did you?” He whispered, looking like he was wondering how the hell that slipped through the cracks.

(Tim really did like you. Really. It’s just that whenever you talked to him, he was either busy or tired and well… no one wants to be annoyed by their younger sibling so he shooed you off more often than not. But like he said, he did like you. He liked those rare mornings you made his favorite coffee and he would sit with you during breakfast while he drank it. He knew that you’d been the one to place blankets on him whenever he fell asleep randomly. He knew that you were a really caring person who looked out for him and the others. And if he never thanked you for it? What can he say? He’s a busy guy.)

“Wha— why would I know that?!” You yelled. You then watched as Red Ro— Tim pulled away from you. The other vigilantes followed and you and Jill both watched as they all convened and whispered to one another.

(“I told Dick a Justice League alert went off so I told him to tell them.”

“And I told Duke that I had to pop back to Blüdhaven because of an emergency. So he was supposed to tell them!”

“Killer Croc appeared during the lunch I planned to tell [Name] though! I told Steph to tell them!”

“But an emergency happened and I—)

They eventually came back to [Name] Black Bat even moved to unlock Jill’s cell. She immediately rushed over to sit criss-cross applesauce next to you. Some of the Bats frowned at that for whatever reason. You didn’t care to know why.

All you knew was that if they tried anything towards Jill like taking her to jail…

You’d probably eat them. Scratch that. You’d definitely eat them.

The big bat himself cleared his throat. “[Name], it has come to our attention that you never knew our identities and therefore didn’t know if you could come to us in a time of need.” Batman— or was it Bruce(?) said. He was the only one you thought had the build and jaw shape to be the Bat.

“Yeah, no shit.” You grumbled, Jill grabbed your hand and squeezed it. Probably trying to tell you to shut the fuck up.

“Language. Now as I was saying. I understand you didn’t know to come to us, but [Name], surely you know it wasn’t okay to murder six people, right?”

“I guess…? They all also murdered people too. Most of them did anyways.”

“Yes, but two wrongs don’t make a right, now do they?” Bruce, for the first time ever, was speaking to you in an almost babying tone. Like you were five and he was lecturing you on breaking Tim’s toy truck or whatever wrongs a kid at that age could do.

“Sure.” You said with the blankest tone ever.

“Then from now on you’ll come to us, right? If you’re ever hungry for humans, we’ll get you some because we’re your family and we care about you.” You would’ve been surprised if he didn’t start wagging his finger any second now.

“Sure.” You said blankly again.

“Good. Now, as for your little friend.” Bruce turned his head to Jill. She jumped. “I don’t want to see you coerce [Name] into anything ever again. Do you understand me?”

“Yes sir.” She nodded quickly, her grip tightening harder on your hand.

Meanwhile, during that interaction, you were giving him the stink eye.

Who does he think he is talking to Jill like that?

“I hope you know that the only reason I’m not letting you take the fall from the entire thing is that you’re [Name]’s friend.” Bruce ground out.

You wanted to bite into his Achilles heel. Though, his boots did look reinforced so you might chip a tooth instead.

“Now, run along you two. Alfred’s going to start on dinner soon.” He pointedly looked at Jill again. “At the table, we can further discuss if we think you’re truly a worthy friend for [Name].”

You couldn’t help but glare at him for that. Jill is the truest friend you’ve ever had. At least they were letting you both go though… You stood and followed Alfred to the elevator, pulling Jill along. When you both exited, all three of you were now and one of the manor’s corridors. Alfred walked ahead, expecting you both to follow. You were about to, but Jill pulled you back…

…and kissed the life (ha ha) out of you.

“Fuck, I thought we were going to jail for sure.” She said as she pulled away from the kiss, yet stayed to rest her forehead on yours.

What a woman!

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[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Fight Back

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~3.3k

Warnings: angst, talk of being physically abused by a parent, scarring and branding because of the abuse

Request by anon: Could you do where there reader is a part of the Bau and the unsub is kidnapping and killing girls who look like her and it turned out it is her abusive father and when the team finds him the reader and him a a full fight and she gets him back for all the abuse she had to go through

Summary: A case brings up a past you’d rather much forget but haven’t moved on from. A past so traumatic that you have no choice but to take matters into your own hands.

Square Filled: make it look like an accident for @badthingshappenbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are appreciated <3

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You enjoy traveling to different parts of the country for cases because you enjoy indulging in different cultures and trying new foods. Though, nothing beats being at home. Virginia PD has a case they requested your help on, and you love you can drive home at the end of the day instead of staying in a hotel room.

Detective Banks is already at the scene of a cliff where the body of Justine Frank was located. She was found naked by some hikers who called it in as soon as they got cell service. You and Spencer were tasked to meet with the detective who shakes your hand upon arrival.

“Thank you for coming. I didn’t have anyone touch her until I knew you were done.”

“Good choice. Thank you.” Upon first glance and ignoring the fact that she’s naked, you think she could have landed here after a bad tumble off the cliff. “Detective, why call us out here? Surely your men can handle this one, no?”

“There are four more just like her. We thought it was an accident at first, but more than three is a pattern. We’re stumped.”

Spencer leans down to inspect the body closer with gloved hands. He touches the underside of her wrist and notices fresh wounds.

“Rope burns. She was bound.”

“Was she bound when she went off the cliff?”

We seem to think so,” Detective Banks answers, “but the ME will be able to determine that better than I can.”

“You say it’s a pattern. What makes you think it is?” you ask.

“When one woman shows up, another woman is reported missing. Based on that, it’s safe to assume he already has another victim.”

You’re about to leave when you notice something on Justine’s back. You grab a glove and kneel next to her body to get a closer look. You move her hair to the side and notice a mark on her shoulder blade.

“What is it?” Spencer asks.

“There’s a mark here. I’m not sure if it’s a mark sustained in the fall or if she had it before. I think the rocks and tree branches scratched it up a bit.”

Spencer runs his finger over the mark and frowns. “It’s raised. Like a brand.”

You take out your work phone and snap a picture of the mark so that you can analyze it later. Once done, you and Spencer head back to the police station to meet up with the rest of the team. Hotch and Emily just got back from the ME’s office at the same time you and Spencer got back.

“Did you find anything?” you ask as you walk into the conference room.

“All four victims had ligature marks around their wrists most likely caused by ropes, but the ME says the wounds are much older from when they were found.”

“They were probably bound when they were being thrown over the cliffs, right?”

“Could be or they were bound while being held.”

Spencer gathers the pictures of all five women and pins them to the bulletin board along with their names, a few crime scene photos, and other important details.

“Would you look at that? They look similar,” you point out. “Our unsub has a type.”

Derek dials Penelope and patches her through the phone on the desk so everyone can hear her.

“Hey dollface, ready to work some magic for me?” Derek grins.

“Challenge me, you beautiful behavioral analyst,” she giggles.

“We’re looking for a connection with the victims. Did they know each other? Run in the same circle? Go to the same grocery store? Anything you can see.”

“Even the hidden stuff. Uno momento.”

“If they went to the same kinds of stores, we could be looking at hundreds of employees and even more customers,” you say.

“Let’s hope they didn’t go to the same store, then,” Rossi chuckles.

“A connection they had. They all came from different circles and socioeconomic backgrounds, but they all have one thing in common. They all had different work done on their house with the same contracting company,” Penelope says.

“Where are they located?” Emily asks and grabs a pen and pad.

“Sorry, babe, they don’t have an office. Everything is done through a PO box. It’s more of a mom-and-pop contracting company than a big business. There is only a handful of employees who all live in different parts of the state, and I mean I can count them all on one hand. Addresses are already sent.”

“Thanks, Mama.” Derek hangs up the phone. “Looks like we’re splitting up.”

You and Spencer. Derek and JJ. Emily and Rossi. Banks and Hotch. Four different employees, four different groups. You and Spencer pull up to the house but you don’t get out just yet.

“Are you okay?”

“Something doesn’t feel right with this case. Something is eating at you, but I don’t know what it is.”

“Everyone has a case that gets to them. I know I have a lot.”

“It’s more than just getting to me. There was something familiar about the mark on Justine’s body. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just paranoid.”

You and Spencer get out of the car and walk up the porch steps to the front door. You knock twice, and a middle-aged balding man answers the door.

“Can I help you?”

“I’m Agent Y/N and this is Dr. Reid. We’re with the FBI. May we ask you a few questions?”

“What is this about?”

“We’re investigating a few murders, and one of the leads happens to take us to the contracting company you’re employed with.”

The man steps out and closes the door behind him. “Sorry, my wife and daughter are sleeping. They’re sick with the flu, and I don’t want to wake them. What do you need to know?”

“Where were you on the week of October 14th?”

“At home with my family. They can’t seem to shake his flu. We had our pediatrician come over to check on poor Lily.”

You take out the pictures of the victims and show them to him. “Do you know any of these women?”

“I know her.” He points to Destiny Ray, the second victim. “She called my company for a roof repair. I’m sorry, am I in trouble?”

“No, you’re not. We’re just trying to establish a timeline. Who gets the assignments?”

“My boss.”

“Who is your boss?”

“I don’t know,” he says shyly.

“You don’t know who you work for?” Spencer asks. “How did you get the job?”

“I saw an ad on Craigslist because I was desperate for work. I just got laid off from my other job and I’d have taken anything at that point. I was supposed to meet with my boss but after one text, he hired me. We did all the paperwork online, and he sent me money orders after every job. I go to the bank. They’re legit money orders. Whenever there is a job, he texts me or the other three employees.”

“May we see some of the messages from your boss?”

“Sure.”

He takes out his phone and pulls up the messages. Spencer gets Penelope on the phone and reads the phone number back to her, but no luck. It’s a burner phone. If you had to guess, his boss is the unsub. Your phone rings and you step off to the side to answer Hotch’s call.”

“Yeah, Hotch?”

“There’s been another body. You and Reid are closer.”

“We’re on it.” You hang up and turn to the man. “Thank you for your help. Please call us if you remember anything else.”

You hand the man your card before you leave with Spencer. Detective Banks is already on the scene when you get there. Like with Justine, this new victim was found at the bottom of a cliff. This cliff is much smaller than the last one, and she isn’t naked. Only her shirt is torn to pieces from falling over rocks and sharp branches.

“Her name is Kaylee Robinson. A mountain biker found her not that long ago.”

“That was quick. He didn’t even wait a day before killing another woman.”

You grab some gloves and kneel next to the body. You move the tattered shirt away from her shoulder blade to see if the mark on Justine is just a mark or if it’s on all of them. You don’t know why you do this. Something is telling you to. Because Kaylee’s clothes protected her body, the mark wasn’t ruined by nature.

You gasp in horror when you see the mark for what it truly is.

“What is it?”

“I need to see the other bodies.”

You don’t want to say anything just in case if you’re wrong about this. If you’re not, you have a much bigger problem on your hands. You and Spencer leave Detective Banks at the scene to go to the ME who still has the other four victims’ bodies.

“You’re freaking me out, Y/N. What did you see?”

“Hold on. I need to check something.” With Spencer’s help, you lift all four victims so you can examine the shoulder blades. Just as you feared, there is the same mark on each of them. “Oh, this is bad.”

“What is?”

“Every victim has a mark on their shoulder blade. It’s a brand as if it was caused by a hot poker or a branding machine. Justine’s mark was mangled from the fall, but it was there. I’ve seen it before.”

“Where?”

You turn away from Spencer in shame and pull down your shirt to expose your shoulder blade. Right there, on the top, is the same branding mark.

“On me.” You face Spencer but refuse to look in his eyes. “My father put it there. He’s the one who burned it into my skin, and I know he’s burned it into theirs.”

“Your father? I never knew that. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“How could I tell my boyfriend that my father used to abuse me? I was ashamed and I still am. I don’t want to be. I’ve put this behind me.”

“You know we have to tell the team, right?”

“Yeah,” you whisper.

You’d hope to keep this side of your past a secret from everyone but who knew your father would do such a thing like this? You’re quiet the rest of the ride back to the station and when you walk into the police station.

“I think we found our unsub,” Spencer blurts out.

“I noticed a mark on Justine’s shoulder blade. I thought it was nothing, at first, until Kaylee had one. The same mark. Spencer and I went to the ME’s office because I wanted to see if the others had the same mark on their shoulder blades. They did.”

“What mark?” Emily asks.

You turn and show them the mark on your shoulder. “This mark. My father put it there after a really bad night.” You turn back around. “My father used to beat me and took his anger out on me with cigarettes. Fortunately, those marks have healed but he didn’t like that. I got really good at hiding the marks he left on my body when he decided to brand me instead. A mark I couldn’t hide. He made me wear clothes that showed off my shoulders so that everyone knew I belonged to him. The mark is his initials.”

“What happened after that?” JJ asks. “I mean, how did you get away from him?”

“He went to jail on a count of theft. A convenience store. My mother had passed shortly after I was born. I was put into foster care, but I was almost eighteen so I didn’t stay there long. I didn’t know he got out.”

“What’s his name?” Hotch asks.

“Peter Kamps.”

Derek dials Penelope, and you sit down at the table in silence. You had to have seen this coming eventually. It was foolish of you to think you had escaped him forever. Spencer walks behind you and puts a hand on your shoulder for support.

“We have a name. What can you tell me about Peter Kamps with a K.”

“Oh, I can tell you a lot about him. For starters, he has an arrest record that’s a mile long. Save for rape, this guy has done it all. B&E, murder, kidnapping, assault and battery, and even drug charges. He owns a contracting company called Big Al’s Crew that only has four employees. He has one daughter… Oh…”

“It’s okay, Pen, they know,” you say.

“I am so sorry, Y/N.”

“Garcia, do you have an address?”

“I have two. One is a house that’s been in his name even after he went to prison. I guess he had someone looking after it.” All eyes turn to you. “Another is a farming property that he uses for his contracting company and other side businesses. That one is in his name but is behind on payments.”

“If you have his addresses, you’re already too late,” you say. “I bet he’s moved on by now.”

“Let’s go.” You get up but Hotch stops you from following them. “You have to stay here.”

“What?”

“You have a history with him. We can’t afford anything to go wrong.”

You’re left alone in the police station like a child, but maybe it’s for the best. You know they won’t find anything at both places. One, you’ve been taking care of your childhood home which is why he hasn’t lost it yet. Two, you’ve been to the farmhouse plenty of times on your own. They’re not going to find anything there.

But you know where you will find something.

This time, you’re going to do something you should have done a long time ago.

Fight back.

You grab your jacket and leave the station in hopes they left one of the cars behind. Luck is on your side because they did, and you find the keys in the center console. Hotch made it a rule to leave all keys inside the car when not in use because he’s had to deal with a few too many locked cars in the past.

You lied to Spencer.

You’re not over it. You’ve been waiting for this moment the first time he laid his hands on you. You drive out of town and to a desolate neighborhood. The only people who live here are runaways and drug lords. You park in front of a two-story house and get out nervously. You might be ready to finally fight back but you’re nervous as hell. The front door is ajar when you approach it, and you kick open the door slowly and carefully. The house is dark and silent, two things that terrify you.

The flashlight on your gun is the only thing that’s lighting your way as you make your way through the house. The stairs creak when you step on them. If he’s here, he knows you’re here now. Most of the bedrooms are empty without a hiding space big enough to fit someone like your father. The last place you check is the master bedroom which has few furniture pieces in it.

“I was wondering when you would find me.”

You freeze from hearing his voice from behind you. Stay strong, Y/N. He’s not going to win this time. You turn around and face the man responsible for destroying your youth and innocence.

“I did.”

He eyes the gun in your hands. “I’m assuming this isn’t a social call.”

“You sick son of a bitch. You killed all those women.”

“Call it substitution for the one I really wanted. You.”

“Yeah, well, I’m bigger now. You can’t break me down this time.”

“We’ll see,” he smirks.

You aim the gun at his head. “I could shoot you right now.”

“But you won’t.”

“You’re right. I won’t.” You lower the weapon and toss it onto the bed. “Guns were never your thing, and I want you to feel me kicking your ass.”

All the classes you took on self-defense amount up to this moment. You were picturing the instructor as your father. You were training for this exact moment. Your father rushes at you but you easily block his attempts to attack. You kick his legs and he crumbles to the ground, and you pounce on him before he can get back up. You wrap your hands around his neck and squeeze as tight as you can, but he’s always been more durable than you are.

He bucks his hips and kicks you off him, and you scramble to get away from him. He will kill you if he gets his hands on you but you’re not going to let that happen. You barely get to your feet when your father grabs you and slams you into the wall. He wraps his arm around your neck in a chokehold and puts his dirty mouth next to your ear. 

“What are you going to do now, little girl?”

“This.”

You push off the wall and use your father as support to basically walk on the wall. When your feet get high above his head, you swing backwards and punch him to the ground. The door is closer than your gun so you don’t even think about turning and sprinting out of the room. 

“You ungrateful little bitch! I’ll kill ya!”

Your father gets to his feet and runs after you. You barely make it to the railing by the stairs when he grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks you back into him. He uses all of his strength and slams your head nose-first into the splintering wooden railing. You crumble to the ground in a moan of pain. You can already taste and smell metal as your mouth and nose fills with blood. Your father pants and stands in front of the railing, looking down at you menacingly. The only thing to light this place is the dim moonlight.

“Have any last words?” he sneers.

“Yeah. I’ll see you in Hell.”

You kick him where the sun doesn't shine, and he doubles over in pain. His face is right in your line of attack, and you kick his face as hard as you can. He stumbles back in pain and trips over an uneven board. He slams into the wooden railing and it cracks under his bulky weight. He shouts in shock as he falls through the railing and down to the first floor.

You jump to your feet and look over the railing to see him impaled on a broken two by four. You move your eyes up slightly and see the front door wide open and your entire team standing there with guns in their hands.

“It was an accident?” you say, unsure of yourself.

The ambulance is called as well as the police. The front door is wide open so you’re able to see right into the house where your father fell. The paramedic is assessing your injuries while you’re staring at your father’s body. The man who tormented you, beat you, branded you, is dead. You killed him and you don’t even care if they arrest you for murder. You’d happily go to jail if it means he’s dead for good.

“You lied to me,” you pull your eyes away from your dad to look at Hotch, “and you disobeyed me.”

“Am I fired?”

“I’m tempted to do it right now.”

“I’m sorry, Hotch, but I’m not sorry I did it. If you were ever abused by someone and then learned you had the power to fight back, you’d understand why I had to do this.”

“My office when we get back.” He turns to leave but pauses. “Are you okay?”

“More than okay.”

“I’ll ride with you,” Spencer says when he approaches you.

“Spencer, I’m fine.”

“You dislocated your nose at best. You’re going to the hospital,” the paramedic says.

“Fine,” you chuckle.

“Next time, tell me when you’re going to do something like this, okay?”

“Okay,” you nod and kiss him.

x

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[kiss-inthekitchen]

same sky | spencer reid

pairing: spencer reid x reader

a late night phone call with Spencer. unruly amounts of fluff. no gender identifiers in this one. apologies to residents of las vegas, i did insult your city's aesthetics. i had to do it. for the plot

word count: 2k

notes: this is a rework of a very old fic i used to have up on ao3 by the same name. it's the second in a series of fics i've updated from my vault of oldies :) this one's for the girlies who liked the banter in no vacancy <3 oops! all banter

“I miss you,” you say into your cell phone, standing on the back porch and gazing out at the sky. It’s late, but you can’t sleep. Spencer has been gone on a case for the better part of a week, and you don’t sleep as well without him. 

“I miss you, too. But I’ll be home soon,” Spencer replies, keeping his voice low.  

“Is everyone else asleep?”

“Yeah. It’s been a long day.”

“Where are you right now?” Even though you aren’t in danger of waking anyone up, you find yourself mirroring Spencer's tone. 

“Best guess, somewhere over New Mexico.” They’ve been in the air about an hour, and given their trajectory, he’s pretty sure he’s right. Spencer is seated at the edge of the couch, his back against the arm of it and a blanket thrown over his legs, barely covering his mismatching-socked feet. 

“How come you’re still up?”

“I wanted to talk to you,” he says. Somehow, he can feel you smiling across the line. It makes him smile, too. He doesn’t ask why you’re awake when it’s even later where you are; he knows already. "What are you doing?”

“Looking up at the stars.”

“You know, you won’t be able to see me up here.”

“Ha ha.”

“Here, I’ll open the shade on the plane window. At least we can share the same view.”

“Hm. Almost like we’re together,” you hum. 

His heart aches. It’s only been a few days and he still can’t stand it. “Almost.”

For a minute, neither of you speak, looking out at the sky from two different time zones.

“When I wake up tomorrow morning, you’ll be here, right?” 

“Mmhm. Maybe even before that,” he responds, a low, soothing hum in your ear.

“Should I stay up until you get here?” you already know what he'll say, but you kinda like the idea of it anyway.

“No, no, it’s at least another four hours. Don’t worry about it. When you wake up, I’ll be there.”

“Sounds good. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

You’d intended to let him go after just a quick call once you realized that the rest of the team were resting not too far from him, but you don’t want to hang up. He doesn’t make any moves to do so either, wanting to hear your voice as much as you want to hear his. “So, how was Tucson?”

“Oh, you know. Hot. Desert-y. Lots of murder.”

“Less murder now.” 

“Yeah.” 

His voice sounds strained. He doesn’t like indulging in a sense of accomplishment after closing a case, doesn’t ever feel like he’s done enough. He shows up too late and does too little, and then he gets to leave while the families of the victims have to pick up the pieces. You understand why he doesn’t like to think about the work that way, but you’ve tried to remind him that the good he does is incalculable; how many lives saved, how many tragedies avoided. It’s all you can do. 

You pivot a little, not wanting him to get too caught up. “I remember, when I first moved to Virginia, I was so shocked at how green everything was. I swore I’d never seen that much green in my life.”

“I had a similar experience,” he says, fondly, aware of your tactics. 

“Oh, I can only imagine. I’ve been to Vegas. It’s icky.”

“Icky?” he asks, laughing at your word choice. 

“I mean, no offense, but… it’s kinda ugly.”

“Wow, okay, insult my hometown, why don’t you.”

You laugh. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re right.”

“I know,” you sigh. “Always am.”

“Well, statistically, you actually have a seventy-two percent chance of being right, which is still impressive, but hardly a flawless track record.”

“Spencer Reid coming in hot with the stats. I love when you talk numbers to me.” 

“I don’t think we’d have gotten very far if you didn’t.” 

“But I think I should be right more often than that.” 

“Are you asking me to fudge the numbers?” he asks with put-upon shock. 

“I’m just saying, maybe you’ve got it wrong.” 

“Oh, so you dare to challenge the accuracy of my eidetic memory? Or is it the statistics that you think I’ve calculated incorrectly?” 

“This is affecting my score, isn’t it?” 

“I’ll have to factor it in. You understand.” 

You giggle, and Spencer starts to feel some warmth come back into him after too many days of stress, doubt, and destruction. He hadn’t been able to talk to you nearly as much as he wanted. And it was hard to talk to you on certain cases, to allow you to make him feel lighter when reality was so dark. When he felt so much weight on his shoulders, when he should be focusing on the profile and apprehending the unsub and… sometimes he just didn’t feel like he deserved to have that weight lifted by you, even for a little while. 

“Spence?” 

“Will you go inside?” he asks, his tone full of something like reverence for you. “Please?”

“If you insist,” you sigh, already opening the door. 

“I do. I do insist, very forcefully.” 

“I’m already inside with the door locked.” 

“Man, I’m good.” 

“Mmhm.”

“Going to bed?”

“Yeah. Will you talk to me for a few more minutes?” you ask, sliding under the covers. Spencer hears the slip of fabric as you pull them up over your shoulders, and it sharpens the ache he feels to be home with you already. 

“I’ll talk to you for the rest of the night, if you want me to.” 

“No, I don’t wanna keep you awake, too.” 

“I probably won’t get much sleep regardless.” 

“I don’t condone that,” you say, your frown evident in your voice. 

“Noted,” he replies, though he sounds apologetic. 

Four hours feels an eternity too long to wait. You miss Spencer, and you hate how tired he sounds. You want to fix things for him. You want to run your fingers through his hair til he falls asleep and you want to make sure his dreams are peaceful when he does. 

“What do you wanna do when you’re back?” you ask, hoping that planning for it will make the time go faster. 

“Oh, I’m taking a shower and getting right into bed. And you can’t make me get up.” 

“I wouldn’t dream of it.”

“I’m serious. Don’t ask me to do a single other thing cause I won’t do it.” 

You laugh. “For the whole day?” 

“Probably. And you better not go anywhere either. We could both use the rest.” 

“Okay, rest day all day.” 

“We can order Thai though. So we’ll get up for that. But even then, it’s just to sit on the couch.” 

“Maybe the floor.” 

“I will also accept floor,” he concedes, and then it occurs to him that you might’ve been asking because you want to do something with him. “Is there something you wanted to do the next day though?” 

“Well... the saucer magnolias are blooming at the Smithsonian again.” 

“Say no more.” 

You sigh wistfully. “You’re my favorite boyfriend I’ve ever had.” 

“Well, I should hope so,” he says, smiling. “You’re my favorite, too.” 

“Aren’t I the only partner you’ve ever had?” 

“Ha ha. I had a girlfriend in college.” 

“Spencer, you were like sixteen in college.”

“I wasn’t sixteen the entire time,” you hear the eye roll in his voice, “I have three PhD’s, it took me a little while.” 

“Well, who is this girl? Do I need to beat her up?” you joke. 

“No,” he laughs. “You are my favorite, after all. She wasn’t very nice to me.” 

“Okay… so you told me not to beat her up but then gave a reason why I should?” 

“Please don’t beat up my ex-girlfriend. I do appreciate your violent impulses though.” 

“Mm, okay. As long as you know I could.” 

“Sure, angel. You’re very scary,” he placates. 

You let out a little gremlin laugh. 

“Oh, and you’re delirious,” he notes, an amused lilt to his tone. 

“Delirious because I miss you,” you sing, dragging out the ‘you’. 

“God, where did I even find a weirdo like you,” Spencer laughs. 

“I found you. You attracted me with your peculiar aura and soulful eyes. Trapped me in your… fucking what’s-it-called. Tractor beam.” 

“You know, the term tractor beam was actually coined by science fiction author E.E. Smith in 1931 as an updated version of his original term ‘attractor beam.’” 

“Hmm, yup. You caught me in that.” 

“Did you call my eyes soulful?” he asks, seemingly just processing that part. 

“Oh, you don’t like my adjective choice? Next you’ll have a problem with me calling your aura peculiar.” 

“I mean… I don’t know that I loved it.” 

“Here he goes fishing for compliments,” you sigh, rolling over to your other side and creating a bunch of shuffling noise on the line. Spencer wrinkles his nose, holding the phone a little farther from his ear until he hears you speaking again. “Okay, your eyes are big and brown and beautiful and they contain a standard unremarkable amount of soul, and your aura is also really regular. Regular Reid, that’s what they call ya.” 

He’s frowning, you can practically see it, but he’s also fighting off an amused smile. “Well, that one started off nice, at least.” 

“God! You’re so difficult. My boyfriend is sooo difficult. Why don’t you come home to me first and then I’ll come up with some more adequate compliments?” 

“I’m going to hold you to that.” 

The two of you talk for a little while longer, with you telling Spencer about the new coffee shop you’d tried out and how their lavender latte actually tastes like lavender, which is basically unheard of. Spencer tells you about the standoff between him and an all too curious roadrunner that he swears was trying to get into his motel room. Calling it a standoff is generous; the man got bullied by a bird. 

You try not to laugh and end up unsuccessful, with Spencer insisting that you were taking sides and he was well and truly in danger, which only makes it funnier. His voice pitches up even as he tries to keep his volume low, and you argue that his energy is just so attractive that even the local wildlife are drawn to him. 

“Don’t start,” he warns, overwhelming fondness in his voice. 

You make Spencer tell you something boring to calm yourself down from the image you’ve conjured of him being chased by a roadrunner, which, in your exhausted state, is even funnier than it should be. He claims to regret confiding in you with this, but he knows he’d do it again just to hear you laugh. 

Instead of telling you something boring, he recites some of the poems he’s memorized over the years. It works the way you’d intended, and you regret it when you have to stop him to tell him you’re falling asleep. He’s just a little smug about it. 

“So, you’ll be home in four hours?” you ask, the start of your goodbyes. 

“More like three now.”

“We made time go faster.” 

“We did.” 

“Will you try to get some sleep?”

“Fine. Only because you asked.”

You hum, victorious. “Goodnight. I love you.” 

“And I love you.” 

Hours later, just as the sun is beginning to change the hue of the sky from deep navy to a hazy cerulean glow, you feel your mattress shift underneath you. You’re barely awake, but still you register the scent of Spencer’s shower gel, fresh and sort of woodsy. 

Half asleep, you shift to accommodate him, and he slips an arm around you as you lay your head on his chest. You wrap an arm around his torso and throw your leg over his hips, as close as you can possibly get without literally being on top of him. 

You sigh, deep and relieved, and Spencer’s heart stutters. 

“I missed this,” he chuckles, resting his cheek against the top of your head and wrapping his arms tighter around you. You just hum in response, the last of your energy before you’re pulled back under. Within minutes, Spencer is asleep too, and the two of you sleep through sunrise and into the afternoon. 

[help-itrappedmyself]

Liminal Jason part 6

This part feels like a lot of exposition. My bad, but the Batfam does not know how Danny and his life works.

You can find the earlier parts on my masterpost

“And in this scenario, you three count as dead?” Red asked, hoping to get some clarity on this, quite frankly, annoyingly impossible scenario playing out in front of him. Because as much as he can see that they clearly have a way to communicate that is beyond him and knows that they have all died, his brain does not seem to want to compute this information into other conclusions. A glance from Tim to Bruce shows that while he may not be struggling as much with the logistics of this situation, he is still struggling.

That may be because of all the children in front of him that- regardless of current status- all did die at some point. 

“Sort of,” Danny shrugs. “What you have to understand is there are a lot of different kinds of beings from what you would consider the land of the dead, which I call the Ghost Zone, and is more formally known as the Infinite Realms. There is a lot of diversity, and It would be a real sit-down kind of lesson to try and explain them all to you guys. The important bit for right now is that the three of us,” Danny gestures to Red Hood, then himself, then to Robin,”are three different beings, as related to the Infinite Realms, and I am the only one that technically counts as dead.”

Danny is very good at ignoring the side glances being thrown around. “But Ghost Speak can be spoken by any denizen of the Infinite Realms, who falls under any of it’s categories or rulers.” 

“Rulers?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny does another hand waving motion. “You know, Hades and Pluto, Lucifer and the Devil, the Ghost King, and other various religions and beliefs rulers. It's all very monarchist. The Infinite Realms are all technically under the control of the Ghost King, but the Infinite Realms are infinite and that’s a lot for one person to control. So various religious leaders all  make up what is essentially Dukes and Lords and Barons and other random titles, and they all control their little Realms and make up what could be considered a council or a parliament or Congress or what-have-you that is technically under the rule of the Ghost King. But the Ghost King really only takes care of the really big stuff most of the time. Unless there’s a tyrant on the throne, like with Pariah Dark. He was a terrible ruler, very controlling.”

Danny was rambling. He was aware of this, but the others seemed too shell-shocked to be able to stop him, and he has never really been able to talk about this with anyone so now that he is he doesn’t think he can stop himself either. 

“He’s not on the throne anymore, luckily. Technically the right to the throne is transferred through single-combat, very old-fashioned. No one could beat Pariah Dark so they locked him in the Coffin of Forever Sleep for a really long time instead. I don’t think the Infinite Realms really need a King all that much, they got by just fine for millenia without one. But now we’re getting into politics. Unimportant. Death Speak, language of the Infinite Realms, totally natural, not at all bad.”

Danny forces himself to take a very long, slow breath. By the time he is done, the others seem at least semi-recovered. 

“If it’s all the same to you, I think I would like that sit-down lesson at some point.” Red mutters, fingers twitching as he pulls out his tablet to start writing down this information. Bruce grunts in agreement.

“If it's all the same to you,” Hood snaps, “I would like to get out of this cell now.” 

“If we let you out, will you stay until we have the results from all of the tests?” Bruce asked. “They’re currently running so it won’t take long.” 

“Why the hell do we need to stay for that? You-”

“Did you take my blood?” Danny interrupted, seeming very concerned.

“It was a precaution, we had to test it. We took some of Hood’s too.” Red tried to explain. It didn’t seem to be helping, Danny’s breathing was getting kind of fast. “The tests are running now, just to look for influences of mind control or magic. And to test for dimensional distortions and integrity, if you were telling the truth about being from a different dimension. And to see if you have an alternate in this dimension that we need to be concerned about you running into.”

“I don’t really care -well, yes I do, breach of privacy, and consent, and-” Danny took a deep breath. “That is not my main concern at the moment. You were safe when handling my blood, right? You used gloves and it didn’t get on you or anything? I don’t know where we are and what you people are like, but just tell me you were safe around my blood.”

The real concern and fear in Danny was starting to get everyone else.

“Don’t worry, we are very safe here. We all have training and we know and use lab and medical safety procedures.” Damian spoke softly, aiming to calm.

“What is wrong with your blood, Danny?” Hood’s concern for him came out in underling Ghost Speak, and between him and Damian, Danny was able to calm some.

“It may be… not radioactive. Not contagious either.” Danny’s voice trailed to muttering for a moment as he figured out how to word what he said next. “My blood has a contaminant in it. Just don’t let it touch you, and definitely don’t let it get inside you somehow. It can also be dangerous if you have prolonged exposure, so make sure to get rid of any samples as soon as possible after the test and keep it away from other samples. And for the love of everything that is holy, try to keep it away from anything that will ever be ingested. Keep it away from food!”

“It can contaminate other samples?” 

“It can contaminate anything given enough time, technology included. But it spreads way more easily when it’s cold for some reason, so really anything put in a fridge with it should be tossed immediately.”

“You said it’s not contagious?” There was concern in even Red’s voice now.

“You’re not ill are you?” Damian eyes Danny warily.

“I’m fine, It’s part of me being what I am. Just,” Danny sighed and ran his fingers through his hair before cupping the back of his neck with both hands and looking towards the ceiling. “Think of it like a transforming agent. I’ve already been exposed, my DNA is altered, the harm is already done. My body actually needs that substance to survive now. Hood and… I’m sorry I don’t know what to call you.” Danny swung his hands back down to his sides as he glanced at Robin. 

“Robin.” Damian stated bluntly. 

Danny nodded and continued. “Hood and Robin have already been exposed so they’re fine for low to medium amounts of exposure. You two,” Danny pointed a finger at Red and then Batman, “Have not been exposed and therefore should avoid it as much as possible. Even a little bit can cause lifelong effects.”

[retroellie]

Polluted

Summary: After a long day of work, Spencer comes home and fucks his stresses away.

A/N: This was written in literally 45 minutes but I had this idea and I couldn't make it into a full fic, my mind could only think of the smut part lmao. Enjoy!!! :)

Warnings: NSFW, slapping, degradation, squirting, unprotected sex, mean!spencer

Word count: 1.9K

Prison changed Spencer Reid, plain and simple. This is not the man you came to love. He was cruel, possessive, completely and utterly damaged. You hoped that prison wouldn't taint Spencer too much, you hoped that he would continue to be sweet little Dr. Spencer Reid. But you knew what prison could do to a person, for you locked people up daily. You knew that the system would take Spencer's old soul and soft heart into its muddy hands, squeezing them until they became one. Although sometimes in the right lighting, in the right moment, you can see a hint of Spencer in his light brown eyes.

You can't say that you hated the change in Spencer, obviously there was much work to be done before Spencer could truly be himself again. However, you could live with this change. He was hungry, feeling as though your body was the only thing that could fill that hunger. It was extremely attractive to you, his sudden hunger for you. Spencer was always using you, using your body or your mouth or your hands... just you. There was always an excuse for him to be inside of you in his mind. A man thought of looking at you? He bent you over the kitchen table. You wore a shirt that showed a bit of your chest? He dragged you into the bathroom and forced you onto your knees. You smiled at him? He would shove his face between your thighs until you couldn't even see straight.

Even on the way back home after he had gotten out of prison, he bent you over the backseat on the side of the road and fucked you roughly. It felt like you were stepping on eggshells every time around him because you never know what can set him off... it was oddly scandalous, almost arousing as the thought of how he'd fuck you next was always on your mind. A big plus was that spencer dug himself into your brain, pulling out your deepest and darkest kinks, and using them to give you earth-shattering, mind-blowing, life-changing orgasms. Now you don't think you two could ever go back to just plain sex. He had ruined you, ruined your body so much that only the thought of being hurt could get you off now.

"Fucking bitch..." Spencer spat out, his hand spreading your legs further open as his cock drilled into your soaked cunt. "That bitch looked at me like I was fucking stupid..."

His words came out breathy and jagged as he fucked into you at an animalistic pace. Spencer came home today upset, his tie being ripped off and thrown down as soon as he got into the door. You knew something was up by this action, but also the look on his face. He seemed to have a frown sewn onto his face, something that he wore most days. You asked what was wrong but you were met with him ripping off your clothes, hinting that he didn't want to talk but to fuck his frustrations into you. Now here you were, panties ripped off, legs wide open, Spencer deep inside you with his hand placed on your neck.

You couldn't tell how many times you came just in this position alone, you couldn't keep count. His hand gripped your through, affecting the way your brain functioned. You felt with every thrust of Spencer's hips you would lose brain cells... creating the dumb cock whore that Spencer ached to achieve. Spencer's hand applied more pressure to your throat as he thought of what happened at work, how while section chief Erin Strauss critiqued his work, people were being murdered.

"As if my 187 IQ wasn't enough for her." He started, his hand on your thigh being slammed down past your face and into the wooden table he was drilling you into. " I mean, I've been at this place for over 10 years... I know what I'm fucking doing"

You came again, not able to keep yourself from unraveling now. His hand on your throat was constricting your moans, completely silencing them as the only thing that could come out of your mouth was soft gurgles. You loved this feeling, knowing that at any moment if you didn't like it you could alert Spencer and he'd stop immediately. I guess you could say that Spencer's care for you never disappeared after prison, he would go on to say that it strengthened his love for you. He had this picture of you that you had sent him in one of your many letters, he kept it with him everywhere he went for it was the only thing that kept him sane.

One time a fellow inmate saw it, snatched it from him, and digested every single inch of you. He went on to explain the disgusting things he would do to you if he got the chance, that is exactly why Spencer came home to fuck you nice and good every night. Because if he wasn't the one to do it, he knew that other people would take you for granted, they would spend only minutes with you... ignoring what you needed and taking what they wanted. You would feel incomplete, unsatisfied, and completely in denial that love existed. You would assume love was only made for books and movies, that no one could show you the love you deserved. This is the love you deserve. You deserve a love that could have you coming undone over and over again, a harsh and mean kind of love but that always ended with soft kisses and a nice hot bath. A love that was sour at first but ended sweet, making sure that the words "i love you" were carved onto your skin.

"You wouldn't do that would you?" He whispered into your ear, his grip on your throat as he waited for your response. " You don't think I'm stupid ...hmm?"

His cock was too deep inside you, it was deep enough to have you going cross-eyed and unable to speak. Your moans became audible now, no longer being stuck in your throat due to his pressure being released. His pace was still inhumanly fast, not stopping even for a second. The table had started to shit forward, being scrapped across the floor and probably worrying the downstairs neighbors. You were on the verge of cumming again, your mind not even able to comprehend his question until you felt a harsh sting on your cheek. Spencer had slapped you across the face, growing impatient while waiting for your answer.

"Answer me...." He hissed out, leaning down and taking his lips to yours. He bit down on your lip, creating a pain that shot through your body. "Or I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again until you can't think of anything else besides my cock deep inside your tight little pussy..."

You could taste blood now, your lip bleeding and seeping into your mouth. His words created this deep, rough knot in your stomach. It wasn't like the rest of the orgasms you had tonight, no it was more intense. It hurt, painful with every thrust of his cock. It created a deep pain and pleasure dynamic in your body but felt like something was trying to claw itself out of your body.

"Fuck..." You screamed out, grabbing onto him and digging your fingernails into his back. "No I wouldn't! Fuck... I wouldn't! I won't!"

You finally replied, hoping with those words he would deepen his thrust if that was even possible. Spencer just grinned down at you, placing his head in between your shoulder blade and your neck. He set soft kisses to the skin, his warm lips against your burning skin. Spencer was close, your words pushing him further to the edge. The feeling inside your stomach didn't stop or dull, it only got worse. You were screaming now, Spencer's hand lingering on your neck but sitting gently on your skin. Spencer picked up his speed, the table scraping against the floor even harder.

You couldn't handle it, everything around you becoming so far away yet being so close. The feeling got to a point of feeling terrifyingly painful but also so potent of pleasure and so bewitching that you didn't want it to end now. A couple more of Spencer's deep and harsh thrusts sent you over the edge, the painful knot in your stomach snapping and shooting liquid out of your body. It was the first time you had ever squirted, the feeling so glorious that you wished it would happen every time. Your vision went out, only seeing light and hearing Spencer's soft moans as he finished inside of you. The world felt like it ended, nothing to be seen or to be experienced... just emptiness but complete fullness all at the same time.

"Good girl..." You heard Spencer's words echo through your now-empty mind. You couldn't tell if your eyes were closed or not. "You did so good for me honey... I'm so proud of you."

Those single words were all you needed to hear as you floated back to earth and into your body, you blinked a couple times... forgetting where and who you were for a split second. You came back to see Spencer brushing your hair back from your sweaty face, his face inches from yours as his face filled with concern that maybe he had broken you finally.

"There she is..." He chuckled softly, kissing your lips softly. " There's my girl..."

You gave him a weak smile, raise your hand to rest on his cheek. You rubbed it softly, feeling the growing stubble on his face. He was just as sweaty as you, his body hot to the touch. You two probably looked insane, one of you barely able to walk looking beat the hell up and the other one scratched up and drenched with liquids. Spencer gently slid himself out of you, watching you wince softly as it felt like he was connected to you at this point.

"Sorry..." He whispered, taking your hand in his as he rubbed your thigh gently "I was too rough huh?"

Rough was not even close to what Spencer was. He was brutal, sadistic, barbaric but you couldn't deny that you would choose it over compassion any day. You began to think that maybe prison was the best thing that could've happened to Spencer Reid, not only was he a genius but he now had a powerful glow to him. Shy kisses and longing gazes were a thing of the past for you two, Spencer knew what he wanted and he was going to get it.

"You were just rough enough..." I chuckled, feeling nothing but content and at peace in this moment.

Spencer laughed with you, pecking your lips one last time before pulling away from you. He looked around, his eyes landing on the couch. He smiled, walking over and leaving you but only for a second. He came back with a blanket, wrapping it around you then picking you up bridal style. You thanked him silently because you knew there was no way you were getting off the table without some kind of help.

"To the bath you go..." He joked, holding you close to him as he walked you to your shared bathroom. 

You looked into his eyes and at the right lighting, the right moment, you looked into his light brown eyes... realizing that this is Spencer Reid. This is Spencer Reid damaged, polluted, and bruised... but it was still the man you fell in love with all those years ago.

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Sonic 4: A theory!

Hello! So, I've been having theories about the fourth Sonic movie for a while now and I think I now have enough brain cells to put it all together!

(This is literally me putting this post together lol)

The basis of everything you will see here will be based on what we have already seen in other films, in the games and in my theory that the fourth film will be about love, time and trauma.

To start, the Sonic films as a whole already speak of love. Familiar, fraternal, parental, timeless love for those who have passed away.

However, the fourth film would dive fully into this.

If Sonic 3's theme line was "The light shines even though the star is gone", I think Sonic 4's will be: "Love transcends pain".

I believe the focus of the film will be on how, although our past may mark us, we can and must heal ourselves since only then will we move forward into the future. And that the best way to do this is not alone, but with the help of the love and support of those who care about us.

That this is the greatest help of in life: love. In the face of trauma, mistakes and frightening possibilities. Because love transcends everything, hate, guilt and even time.

And to do this we cannot give in to fear and paranoia, but choose to be open and honest with our feelings, not repressing or rejecting them.

SONIC

Yes, our dear blue hedgehog!

Sonic has evolved a lot in the last few films, learning to find and accept his parents, friends, and family as a whole. He has learned to accept his own powers, to take responsibility, and to not let pain change him.

He also still has a lot of trauma from his childhood days that he hasn't faced.

The third film proved that this boy still has very raw wounds and that Sonic is aware of his inner turmoil, of how the loss of Longclaw still affects him.

The point is: we never really see him talking about it or finding a way to overcome it in a healthy way with his family. Even though he is canonically the character who listens to others and helps them get through their darkest hours as this wonderful post by @iwasbored777 points. And no matter how much he ignores it, it can and will come back to haunt him.

We saw this when Tom's life was threatened. Because although seeing his father almost die was terrible in itself, what pushed Sonic to go so crazy was the still-untreated trauma of losing Longclaw and the loneliness that followed in the next years. And besides this fiasco with Master Emerald, we also saw it in less serious ways when he went off alone after Shadow in Tokyo too.

Either way, this is a feeling that is clearly bubbling under his skin ready to explode.

Sonic still has some of the mentality he had when he lived in the cave and trauma from the loss of his first maternal figure. The constant need to escape that leads him to want to do everything alone and without consideration for anyone else.

And that's because he's never dealt with that past, covering it up with humor and literally running away from his feelings. Sonic has never faced his past head on. Because it's painful.

But it affects him. A lot. To the point of being a danger to himself and others.

And that's where Amy comes in.

I theorize that in the movies, Amy is a native of Little Planet, a planetoid that visits Mobius (the location of Sonic's island) for a month every year, and that Sonic would have known her before everything happened.

Before Longclaw died and he was thrown alone to Earth. From simpler times. A friend he had on its last visit before everything went down the drain.

Of a time that he (nor she) would remember, despite a sense of familiarity, not until later. When it hit him hard Amy inevitably became a reminder of a past that could no longer be ignored.

When he cares too much about her and wants to help. When the person who is a great friend and he starting to have some very strong feelings for with is also a living reminder of his most painful memory (I believe they will have more romantic tension than romance but I will talk about that later).

She would be, in his arc, a catalyst to face the past that can no longer be hidden.

Because if Sonic wants to be a better person and save the day, he's going to have to face his past head on. He has to be honest with his feelings. All of them.

Especially since things are going to get ugly. Really ugly.

Because I think Sonic is going to have to deal with GUN and Robotnik and Metal Sonic all at once, making everything more urgent and overcoming his childhood trauma crucial. Since resolving this mess will possibly lead them back to Little Planet and his island itself.

Speaking of the machine, we will have Metal Sonic making Sonic face the past, but in another way: in self-consciousness of his defects.

Metal is an AI programmed to be better than Sonic, without any of his supposed imperfections, made in his image.

A villain who will surely increase in danger, adapting more and more. Mimicking the qualities with more and more refinement. A perfect enemy. Without empathy, without any honor, humor or common ground for Sonic to use, wanting a clash of skill pure and simple.

He would be perfect in Sonic's eyes. Something he knows he isn't . He abandoned his family to seek revenge. His recklessness nearly cost Tails and his parents their lives, with Tom even caught in the crossfire. He betrayed his own brothers. As far as he knows, Shadow died because of him. He wasn't fast enough to catch up to Longclaw.

Sonic's self-loathing will hit him hard.

And he'll have to accept his mistakes and move on. Something difficult for a teenager who has a habit of bottling up his emotions and who will deal with the consequences of his actions in catastrophic proportions (yes GUN, is about you 👀).

Not only that, I believe that Metal Sonic will be the first antagonist that Sonic will not be able to change. For the simple fact that the robot is pure hatred, created with the obsession of always proving superiority and that clearly has no interest in a fair fight, seeing as his introduction was trying to shoot a distracted Sonic in the back .

The robot doesn't even call him by name, just blue hedgehog.

Metal Sonic thinks he's the real Sonic and he's going to prove it at all costs, even coping his heroics acts (Sonic OVA?? In my theory??? More likely than you think).

And to add up, it's going to be a race against time.

Because Metal's artificial intelligence adapts, learns and reproduces everything that's thrown at him.

And isn't only him but also an army of copies under Metal control and that clearly he don't care. Quite unlike the friends and family that Sonic cares so much about and they're sure to be in trouble with the crazy machine no doubt wanting to use them against their organic counterpart.

And with all these enemies, this kid is going to have insane pressure on him.

The worst part? I think this will manifest as overprotectiveness of his family and a misconception that he has to do everyone on his own.

In the third film, Sonic nearly lost everyone, whether it was due to external factors or because of what he did. And he certainly doesn't want to go through that again. But without healthy coping mechanisms, Sonic will think that dealing with everything without anyone's help will keep everyone safe.

And here we back to Amy having a crucial part: because both will be on equal footing.

She's not family that Sonic has to protect, she knows how to do it herself. Not only that, she's the cavalry. The person who's obviously been fighting these killer copies the longest, willing to help, and thank God knows what she's doing.

Amy will be a safe haven, someone Sonic won't have to feel responsible for all the time. And someone who will encourage him to open up and seek help from the great family he already has, which would lead to some touching moments with all the Wachowskis. The best family on wheels would be in focus! Especially Maddie!

Sonic will face his traumas with his first mother and who better than his second mother?

Having such a bad memory of Longclaw's death, it seems only right that Maddie would play a relevant role. But of course, the whole family would help, strengthening the bonds even more.

Which is great because with the Time Stones in play, I believe there will be a plot point where Sonic could choose to rewrite time so that Longclaw is never killed, but that would mean he never found his new family.

After all, it was when he lost his first mother and came to Earth that he met Maddie and Tom. What if he could change everything to stay with Longclaw? Would Sonic want that? Even if it could cost the happiness of others and the loss of his new home?

And that's where accepting the past and focusing on the future comes in.

He will have to run, but not from his feelings, but using them as fuel to move forward.

This will be the greatest test of Sonic's maturation: showing that he accepts the past - not clinging to it - working on his traumas with the intention of looking to the future. Appreciating the good memories and that it is not our past mistakes that define us, but what we will do from now on.

AMY

Don't fear, Amy Rose is here! The girl finally shows up!

I wanna start with that, although the film keeps her core, Amy's story and her behavior will be radically different from the games. Both to fit into the film format and to avoid her most problematic aspects. But of course, always keeping what makes her so iconic!

In the franchise, Amy is the character who represents unconditional love and perseverance. She is determined, kind, and never gives up. Amy also shows compassion to everyone without distinction, expecting the best from everyone, no matter how flawed they are. And of course, she is also a hopeless romantic and a firm believer that some things are meant to be.

Despite all the changes and new powers, this is and will always be her greatest asset and power, including in the movies. If movie Sonic is already empathetic, movie Amy will radiate that. She'll be feminine, kind and overflowing with care as she always was, as well hot tempered, angry and passionate.

After all, it's Amy Rose, the girl who wears her heart on her sleeve.

If Sonic doesn't talk about his feelings, Amy thrives on hers.

Love, friendship and connections, these are her skills. If you pay attention to the scene where the metals are being massacred, Amy has traits that allow her to identify with each Wachowski sibling: she is fast like Sonic, strong like Knuckles and with technological gadgets like Tails; in addition to her own individual trait which are her tracking and stealth skills.

A way for the film to say that she has characteristics in common with other people while having her own personality.

Strong interpersonal relationships are one of Amy's strengths and I believe they expanded this side of her a lot here, with her relationship with the Wachowski boys and Tom/Maddie being very important to her. Amy will help and will be helped emotionally

And ofc, she's totally here for all the friends she can get!

I imagine her listening to Tails and Knuckles having fun and pass time in common interests. Maddie? Instant click, especially since I think they'll have similar personalities, with both of them talking about fashion, movies, and similar things. Tom? The girl saved her son, he'd break her out of prison if need be. Sonic? So many things that I have a section just for them. Even Shadow isn’t safe.

These relationships are essential because, of course, not everything is as simple as it seems. All the characters have traumas and have gone through horrors, it would be no different with this pink hedgehog.

As mentioned before, I believe Amy will come from Little Planet. Not only that, I think her main powers will be time manipulation with her chaos energy.

You might be wondering: isn't time travel Silver's thing?

And I answer, my dear friend, Silver does travel through time. But, his main ability is psychokinesis, not time travel. Even in Sonic 06, Silver's time travel is not an innate ability of his, but with the use of the Chaos Emeralds and even that is a mess in the canon in general due to the inconsistencies.

Amy would come in here. With the 5th film confirmed, I believe that Silver would travel with the help of some part of her power. This explanation would keep the narrative simple and without so many holes, especially with a complicated trope that is time travel. In addition to showing Amy's narrative weight in the long term in the franchise, with her presence being a turning point in the story.

Besides, temporal manipulation is an extremely powerful power and since the energy of chaos comes from emotions, no one is better than the character most connected to feelings in the franchise and time travel in general. Sonic CD is based on this and has several media that connect Amy to the Time Stones, Little Planet and time travel in general (more on that later).

But getting back.

As a native of Little Planet and with insanely powerful abilities, Amy would be responsible for the Time Stones or at least have a strong connection to them. Which would put a target on her back.

Longclaw protected Sonic for a reason, and I believe someone did the same for Amy, raising her in a similar way. And I'll say more, besides the similar mission, I believe Amy's guardian knew Longclaw. After all, the warrior owl was a guardian of the Master Emerald, a very powerful gem. And who better than her to meet other guardians of other gems and powerful hedgehogs?

Not that it mattered to this girl, after all Amy is curious and adventurous. She canonically hates boredom and the confines of a mundane life. Surely, when the planet got close to Mobius, this girl would find a way to escape and explore there. Which would lead to a meeting with Sonic.

I don't believe they would necessarily be childhood friends, but rather that they would see each other during the month that Little Planet was there before Amy inevitably returned home, with the promise of seeing each other the following year (like a summer friend!).

Except Amy was there in the last few days before he and Longclaw were attacked. Imagine a baby Amy searching for a baby Sonic only to find a destroyed house? Also, the comics say there is a memorial for Sonic and Longclaw.

And I believe it was her doing.

Sonic was one of the only friends the girl had and it breaks my heart to know that she might have held a funeral for him and Longclaw, definitely because she doesn't want them to be forgotten, with Little Planet's culture probably places a high value on valuing memory.

And things would get even worse. Because I believe the reason Amy is on Earth is because Little Planet has been taken over…by Ivo Robotnik.

Yes, I believe that Eggman didn't die, but was teleported through time and ended up there because the place is a temporal convergence point, dominating everything with Metal using it as we saw in the concept arts, taking advantage of the fact that Little Planet is technologically advanced (as shown in the games) in a domination that would be overwhelming and brutal. Planning to take advantage of the temporal properties of the place to orchestrate Sonic's death and control the Earth.

Metal Sonic would then be built with alientech from one quill of Sonic's and one quill of Amy's.

That's right, I believe Ivo captured her at some point during the invasion before she managed to escape - possibly with the help of her guardian - because the Metal Army also travels through time and has pink energy.

 Amy would then be sent to Earth to protect the Times Stones by her guardian for the same reason Longclaw sent Sonic - a distant place in the universe - before dying, asking her to keep everything safe.

And that would leave the little girl devastated.

Amy would lose everything she has ever loved or known and is still on a strange planet with no one and a burden on her shoulders.

Sound familiar? Because it is. I theorize that Amy's past will be very similar to Sonic's and this will make both of them help each other and identify with each other.

I've said this in another post, but I think that while Sonic and Shadow are the same person dealing with different circumstances, Amy and Sonic are different people...dealing with the same circumstances.

Amy's current state will be very similar to Sonic's in the first film, except that Sonic came here with the mindset of protecting himself while Amy came to protect others, with a mission to use her powers to prevent any event that leads to a definitive bad ending, as well as guardian of the jewels of her lost home.

And you can ask: how are they both on Earth at the same time if Amy came from the future?

Remember I said that Ivo traveled through time? Yeah, I don't believe that Robotnik went to the future...but to the past.

He arrived on Mobius after Sonic had already fled and Longclaw was dead. And with this change, Amy was sent to Earth to fix things, not knowing that Sonic is alive or even remembering him due to her age at the time and the fact that it was a traumatic event, before the future got worse and irreversible.

But her powers were a mess after that trauma.

Amy Rose in general would be a MESS . Girlfailure for real!

If Sonic didn't handle isolation well, Amy was a disaster!

I imagine her always fighting the Metal Army - traveling between points in time and even different places - always trying to stop them somehow and how this limits her. It tires her. How everything always repeats itself endlessly and she can't think of a solution without putting thousands of lives in a rewrite of the universe.

She would grow up near New York, obsessed with musicals, rom-coms, magical girls and everything else stereotypically feminine not only because she loves it, but to keep her sanity, observing it all from a distance. Because just like Sonic, she also placed herself in self-imposed exile.

But to protect others instead of protecting herself.

Amy was instructed to always fight and she does. She has a duty and Metal Sonic already has an advantage in time because of her. I believe Amy blames herself for Metal Army having its power and she doesn't want to hurt anyone else, in addition to the trauma of losing the house itself.

And guilt is a strong feeling. And feelings are the basis of the powers of chaos, which has scrambled the use of hers. In particular, the vision of the future.

Yes, I think Amy can see the future with her temporal manipulation.

She would use her chaos energy to see the timeline and how things would unfold. Imagine her eyes glowing pink but instead of a powerful blow coming out what is happening and her surroundings changing to show her enemies next steps. Just like Garnet from Steven Universe and an advantage in battles since she deals with an AI that learns from mistakes.

Except her trauma ended up interfering with them and now the local girl has some involuntary and messed up visions.

And yes, it would be these powers of prediction that showed Sonic in the park. That's why she was able to rescue him, Amy knew this would happen because her powers trigged.

(And no, Amy doesn't remember Sonic (nor he her) when they meet. Even though that feeling of similarity hovers between them, but without definitive memories. They were little when they met and between Sonic probably avoiding memories of their time on Mobius like the plague and Amy living on a moving planet that passes through places all the time, besides not expecting that her dead friend is alive these two ended up forgetting. Especially since forgetting memories is a symptom of trauma.)

And Amy, meeting Sonic and the Wachowskis, would begin to heal with company and support. In addition to facing the past now that Sonic is there too.

I also don't think her mission is to protect Sonic. But after rescuing him, images from the future started to appear more and more and resolves to sticks with him because she believes that he's some destined hero sent to help her by fate. The girl would go from random imagens sometimes to full time pop-up scenarios with the arrival of this boy that triggers her powers. Well, he is the key to chance after all.

Amy may think that Sonic is the answer to solving her problems (ironic because I believe that Sonic will be as lost as she is and thinks that Amy, with all her combat experience, has the means to solve things lol) and plans to resolve the situation begin to be made, although it’ll be chaotic with Gun, Metal Sonic and Ivo hot on their tails.

Perhaps Amy has an admiration for Sonic after know his acts as a great hero (because I'm sure Sonic would be talking about how he saved the world multiple times) just to later see the trainwreck that the boy really is and remember Sonic as her until then dead friend.

What she’ll relate to, because I think her biggest enemy will be herself.

Amy would blame herself for the various horrible events that have occurred and seeks some sort of atonement at any cost. Maybe feeling that she has disrupted the timeline, considering that Little Planet's culture can be very oriented towards reflecting on the agency of our actions in the consequences and what can be - or not - fate.

Ofc that in the end the answer is that we made our own fate and yada yada but the girl👏🏼 is👏🏼 struggling👏🏼! Hell, after being the last refugee of her planet, Amy possibly have survivor’s guilt! 

Perhaps she even believes that if she died everything would be fine, since in the grand scheme of things there would be other more important variables. That she should be dead from the beginning.

And the relationship with the Wachowskis would make her realize that she matters, that she can change everything not just for others, but for herself too.

Just...Amy being a beacon of unconditional love and kindness who finds the love she offers in others *sobs*.

GUN

I hate GUN, all my bros hate GUN.

They're horrible and while I we know that already (a huge list of their atrocities here, courtesy of @iwasbored777 ), I believe that this will reach another level in the fourth film.

Because Rockwell will probably be the new leader after Walter's death.

We know that GUN is xenophobic and violent. They are ruthless towards those they call aliens and anyone else who gets in their way. Hell, the only reason Sonic, Tails, and Knuckles live with the Wachowskis is probably because Walter pulled some strings, believing it would be easier to keep them under control and avoid another fiasco like Shadow was (@sairenharia has a phenomenal post about it.)

And with Rockwell in the head, the Wachowski family is already on thin ice.

It doesn't matter if they always cleaned up their mess or that GUN was shady from the beginning. Rockwell and those prejudiced agents wouldn't care about that.

And the arrival of Metal Sonic would be the excuse they were waiting for.

You see, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles, Shadow and Amy are just regular kids. Aliens, yes, but kids nonetheless. They want love, friends, family. Man, they've all experienced grief! They're just as human as Tom, Maddie or Wade.

But GUN doesn’t care about that. Not when these military men only see living weapons because they are different. The dreaded “other” they couldn’t touch…until now.

Because just like in real life, GUN doesn't just want these aliens gone. They want their powers, their abilities, without dealing with the child. Because these invaders aren't worthy of being treated like normal humans, but their strengths are still theirs to exploit. So how do you convince them that those who have done nothing but save lives are a threat?

Dehumanization. The worst part? They have the perfect arguments.

There are powerful killer robots made in the image of the alien that wiped out power in the entire Pacific Northwest and destroyed important human historical monuments and ruined parts of the planet. Bad aliens who destroyed part of the moon and helped to charge the eclipse canon in the first place. Threats. Monsters.

Therefore, they need to be hunted and contained by good humans.

If love is the theme of Sonic 4, the antagonists will bring hate as a counterpoint.

GUN has always been like this, but the fourth film would be the pinnacle. A real witch hunt against Sonic, Amy, Tails and Knuckles. Shadow too.

Especially with Amy having the powers - or the technique - of time travel, an asset that Rockwell would certainly be eager to get her hands on, making the situation even more difficult for these kids who just want to stop a madman from enslaving the human race. Black Doom may not be a thing in the future of the franchise, but there is someone as low as GUN.

I can see them making biased videos against the dangerous aliens, asking people for information in exchange for rewards. They manipulate Stone who is mourning Ivo and bring him to their side. Of terrifying plans with assets as powerful as chaos energy and time travel.

Their headquarters are in London, the largest colonizing empire in the world, for God's sake! There's no subtlety!

That's why I really want to see a confrontation scene between them.

I want to see Amy who is nothing but loving - the embodiment of love in the franchise - who lost her home to a colonizing human and is risking her life and the lives of everyone she cares about by throwing in Rockwell and all these agents' faces that they are nowhere near this image of protective heroes. That they are power-hungry lunatics. Not that bad - worse than Robotnik.

That they would rather lock up children in greed rather than focus on the problems.

I want Shadow back and beat the crap out of a bunch of agents. I want to see him calling out Gun for all the suffering he went through, for killing Maria, for kidnapping and taking advantage of him.

See Sonic mad because those people is threatening his family. The same people he had to hide because he knew they would hunt them, a kid, down. Just they did in Hawaii.

I want to see her, Sonic, Tails, Knuckles and Shadow in a fight with them to show that yes, they could decimate humanity if they wanted to. That they have the power to do so and could not be stopped. But that they, who GUN calls monsters, have nothing but empathy. They are better than that.

I-

I just need to see these kids expose their hypocrisy.

(And if Ivo didn't survive, it was certainly them who created Metal as a contingency measure.)

SHADOW 

I have no idea how Shadow will appear in this movie. He's not dead and he's still out there, is all we’re informed of. 

BUT I know I want him interacting with the rest of the Colorful Bunch! I want to see him wreaking havoc on a Gun HQ. Mourning Maria and coming to terms with the chaoa.

He and Sonic reunite.

C’mon, the blue boy thinks he's dead and possibly vice versa, they need to talk about the last movie and Shadow joining the team could help him turn the page. Find some support. Help Sonic with his guilt just like he did for him.

And I want Shadow to fight with the team! He's insanely powerful, the ultimate life form. Combine that with Amy's time manipulation powers and Sonic's speed and we're in for some insane action, I know!

Not only that but I think the franchise is planning something big for the hedgehogs in the franchise so things could get even more interesting with their interactions!

Just give the boy some hot chocolate, a home and a warm blanket.

TAILS AND KNUCKLES

These boys would be in the trenches. After the whole Master Emerald mess, Sonic would be a wreck and clearly having problems. That he wouldn't talk about. Tails and Knuckles will have an important impact here by repaying the kindness Sonic has always shown them and supporting their brother who is not doing well at all. Not only that, I think the film will focus more on the bonds and interactions of characters, so we will see more of them and their pasts. Both Tails and Knuckles had devastating backstories that deserve to be addressed. With the arrival of Amy and the core four complete, it will be their chance to shine and we have cute and emotional interactions between them.

Not only that, but also necessary conversations between the 3 brothers. I believe Tails and Knuckle will have their individual moments with Sonic and all together. In addition to one with Amy who would be very close to all of them with all these events.

These boys will shine, I know!

IVO ROBOTNIK

Everyone's favorite problematic person!

He's... complicated. Jim Carrey agreed to return for Sonic 4 and most of my theories have him in a major role. So yeah, I'm assuming Ivo survived.

As I mentioned before, Ivo would be responsible for taking over Little Planet, killing several people and causing Amy to escape when she went after her powers and the Time Stones. Because, you see, just because he saved the Earth, that doesn't mean he's a good person.

Ivo saved the world for Stone . For that one person who cared and loved him and that he cares about. Only now Ivo has been sent through time to an unknown planet, without Stone and with brand new traumas.

Of course this maniac's defense mechanism will turn to chaos and destruction.

The only family he had never cared, and he's cut off from the only real support he had thanks to himself, who ignored Stone's pleas in the name of something that turned out to be false. And the guilt is a strong thing, even for Ivo.

But he would never acknowledge it.

So, Eggman would seek to fulfill his needs for love and family with what he has relied on his entire life - machines - in search of some control that he has clearly lost. Ivo would embrace the thought that love is a weakness and connection only makes you lose. He delves into hatred and makes it the source of his greatest creation: Metal Sonic.

Ivo blames Sonic for everything and just like in the games, he makes a version that he can control to feel better. At the same time, Metal Sonic would also be a loyal servant who supports him unconditionally. A failed attempt to fill the void left by Stone in a machine that will destroy everything that the blue hedgehog loves for ending his life. He wants to make Sonic pay and it will be insane.

He uses the Metal Army to bring suffering to Little Planet and fulfill his dream of tyranny, domination of lower forms. After all, Robotnik is a colonizer. A scientist with delusions and desires of grandeur and hatred for aliens.

But this will not bring the comfort Ivo seeks - hate is not love - and he would feel that victory is unsatisfying, hollow, without Stone along. So he would deceive himself further, convincing himself that fulfillment will come with more control, and go after the Chaos Stones and Amy, consequently.

Ivo deals with guilt with hate instead of love. He is on a planet that controls time, but his inability to face the past and his own mistakes would prevent him from truly healing his traumas. On the contrary, he would cause more pain and continue the cycle. Wanting to rewrite reality at all costs, regardless of the consequences.

And you'll find out the hard way that hate is no substitute for love and you can't escape the consequences of your actions when Metal Sonic rebels and takes over both Little Planet and the army of inferior Metals made of it.

*Slam hands on a table* Yes pals, we would have Neo Metal! And the heroes having to team up with Ivo once again to stop him with Stone in tow much to Robotnik's dismay.

Talk about your haunted past, huh?

(A little aside about Agent Stone: I have no idea what his role will be in the next film. He could be the big bad, a minor bad, Shadow's new handler, I have no idea. But I do know he's going to meet Ivo again, and it's going to be tense to say the least. Feel free to ramble on.)

Ivo would also be crucial to both Amy and Sonic's conflict.

He would be the one who would be a mirror for the blue hedgehog, someone he could become if Sonic doesn't deal with his traumas correctly: someone who would rather remake time-space than accept past decisions just like the creator of the machine that tormented him throughout the film.

Ivo would also be the test of Amy's love and selflessness. This girl believes that everyone can change. But, would she have any mercy for the one who took everything from her? Amy wouldn't lose control like Sonic, she has too much respect for life for that, but would she listen to Ivo if she needed his help like the boys accepted at the end of the third film?

Either way, Robotnik would be one of the biggest emotional cores in this clash of hate/love/time.

And no, I don't believe Eggman will ever redeem himself. He's a bad person, and he always will be. But even bad people can love, that's a basic need for humanity not something you earndd.

If anything, at most I think Ivo would find peace, not redemption in the end, finally reconciling with Stone and perhaps a reprogrammed Metal Sonic. All together on the run forever as a family.

Sounds like a happy ending to me either way.

METAL SONIC

Shoutout to all the fans of this little guy! I love this metallic hedgehog!

Metal Sonic is iconic ! He's a machine custom-built in Sonic's image. He plays dirty, is full of hate, and has only his sights set on defeating his organic counterpart, with no trace of empathy.

I love him and the movie can do so many cool things with him!

For starters, with Metal being built with both Sonic and Amy's quills, he has both attributes.

The fastest creature in the universe was the source of his speed ability and general traits of Sonic and Amy to be able to travel through time and her your cpu's insane ability to predict actions. He would be insanely powerful with his chaos energy punches, shapeshifting ability, and off-the-charts adaptability.

With both of their Chaos energy signatures in his database, Metal is able to track them both...anywhere, which makes the two hedgehogs prime targets.

Although Sonic is undoubtedly the one who lives in Metal's head rent-free.

He would be made by Eggman to kill Sonic, equipped with an advanced AI with the ability to learn, collect and reproduce attacks, cataloging them in databases as it was in Sonic Heroes. And of course, going back in time as many times as necessary to destroy his enemy. In addition to chasing Amy and getting the Time Stones.

Yes, Metal Sonic would have a beef with the two teenage hedgehogs, he's nothing but a hater at heart.

Metal, thematically, would be Sonic without the emotions. Without the attachment, loyalty and most importantly, empathy of the blue hedgehog. The robot would behave as the polar opposite of him, replicating only his chaos control abilities. And, as the film unfolds, he would become obsessed, thinking he is the real Sonic and that the fastest creature in the universe is just a cheap and inferior copy that he needs to defeat.

I think that, in the beginning, Sonic would see him as perfect. Reflecting his desire to suppress his emotions, Metal would be the carefree, completely selfish version. Yes, Sonic is not selfish, but perhaps he thought it would be easier if he didn't have to deal with his emotions. That they hinder more than they help, whether it's his anger leading to revenge or sadness leaving him vulnerable.

Because that would be one of Sonic's problems: the fear of being emotionally vulnerable.

But the lack of love is bad for anyone, including Metal, and it would be this hateful attitude focused on just killing Sonic that would lead to ruin.

He only thinks about destroying the hedgehog at any cost. Whether it's shooting him in the back, kidnapping and decimating an entire planet...or rebelling against his creator. Metal Sonic is incapable of feeling or understanding empathy or love.

And that will be his defeat.

I theorize that Metal will have his own agenda throughout the film, wanting to gather information from everyone - especially the movie's hedgehogs: Sonic, Amy and Shadow - to go Neo Metal. He would improve himself in search of the Time Stones and be able to rewrite history so that Sonic was never in it and rule the universe himself.

I believe that when he becomes Neo Metal and goes on a rampage to destroy Sonic and get the Time Stones, the heroes' plan will rely on exactly what he doesn't expect: camaraderie, affection and unconditional love between them. Metal is rational, not understanding attitudes such as staying behind to help his family or fight for his brothers or sacrificing himself for others. It's counterproductive. Even though he has an army of clones, he doesn't understand teamwork because these copies of him are just pawns to him.

It's going to be Sonic, Amy, Tails, Knuckles and Shadow fighting relentlessly despite the odds that are stacked against them because these kids care. About each other and about the Earth. Even if it's counterintuitive. Even with GUN hunting them. Hell, he'll even see his creator with them.

And the worst part is that Metal Sonic will never change. He was programmed to be born out of hate, out of the belief that love and connection are weaknesses. That's just who he is. And Sonic will never be able to give him a pep talk in his darkest hour to change his mind. Some people are just bad and don't want to change... even if they are capable of some good.

I think Metal's personality will be similar to the OVA. He can't stand Sonic, but he's built on his personality. So I think we can see Metal having good deeds despite everything. Remember, even bad people are capable of love to a certain extent and Metal is not stupid. He has a complex existential crisis and a tragic character. He has some foundations for change but the lack of real emotions only makes him emulate. And it gets worse with his obsession.

This little guy is going to make me cry.

SONIC AND AMY

Fun fact, I’m not a Sonamy shipper.

I haven’t played the game or read the comics. But the way that I know that Amy and Sonic can be written in this movie has a grip on me, especially with the Sonamy route kinda confirmed. Really, my writer's brain is filled with possibilities and I know this is a controversial topic and I understand, but I👏🏼 have 👏🏼thoughts !👏🏼 

Sonamy (and Amy) as a whole are very much a product of their historical context and place of creation. It doesn't please everyone and I recognize problematic aspects that exist in this dynamic, even if it has changed over the years, as well as the appeal of the various good parts.

I would like to thank in advance all of you who are reading who don't ship either because you prefer other couples or don't like Sonamy regardless of the reason in general or are just terrified of reducing Amy to a love interest for being here and hearing a different side. You are the real one ✊🏼

To begin with, what I'm going to cover here is limited to Movie!Sonic and Movie!Amy. Both of them are different from their game counterparts, taking on relevant aspects like narrative role and core personality but ultimately having their own interpretation. Just like the appeal that the duo will have in the fourth film.

Okay? Okay.

Many people rightly fear that Amy will be reduced to a love interest in a forced romantic storyline, especially since this is her first appearance. And being limited like that would be horrible for the only girl in the main group.

However, I don't see that as the case. Not only do I believe that will not be forced, but she will be essential to the story happening . Their relationship will not happen because "boy and girl fall in love." No, Sonic and Amy having feelings for each other will help the film develop in a way that not having that would make the narrative weaker.

The relationship between Sonic and Amy will be thematically relevant and deeply developed.

Why do I think this, you ask?

*Grabs 500 slides* I'm glad you did! 😃

First, the beginning of this connection starts differently from games.

Amy appears saving Sonic instead of the other way around as happened in the games, which shows that their dynamic will be profoundly different, as will Amy and Sonic themselves.

In the films, Amy will have her own arc, goals, problems and desires, making her a complex and interesting character in her own right. In addition to an altered backstory, which has already been theorized earlier, which helps to give structure to this dynamic.

She's clearly not there just to pursue Sonic and be his romantic partner. Of course, she'll probably develop feelings for him, both because that's part of the character's original essence and because a romance in itself doesn't make her or the script bad.

It's about execution. And both Jeff and the writing team have already shown that they are good at that.

The writers in both the introductory scene and interviews have made it clear that the days of Amy's worst writing are behind her. If Amy's origins show her as a damsel in distress who evolved into a heroine in her own right, Amy and Sonic will be equals from the start.

They can both defend themselves and each other. Plus, I believe Amy will be an important character in the franchise in the long run, further reducing the fear of her being just a “love interest.”

Second, I think the writing will focus on the characters' connection - not the romance itself.

My guess is that if the writers really want to sell this couple as they intend, they won’t rely on the “stereotypical romance.” It wouldn’t work. Instead, they’ll opt to show their connection, affinity, and mutual trust, as well as a shared backstory. The bond without any label.

They will be friends before anything else.

Because there is potential, a lot of potential, running that way.

I don't believe the chosen route will be that Sonic starts to have a crush on Amy just because she's a girl because we're talking about extremely traumatized teenagers here.

Let's be honest, they don't know shit about romance. These two probably won't even be aware that they're in love and will attribute the typical feelings of have a crush to just being a regular friendship (yes, denial, they'll go into denial). Which in my opinion is better because, despite the typical butterflies and meaningful glances, there wouldn't be the pressure of something more and it would give both of them space to get on the same page.

Sonic has abandonment and trust issues. Even with Tails he had some reservations at first. If anything, he's terrified and suspicious of Amy right after she destroyed those robots that almost killed him.

Amy is no better, possibly coming from a destroy home and a stressful life, and while very empathetic, she can also follow a route of not being very honest about how she feels and alternates between trying to be always cheerful - almost with a toxic positivity - and moments of anger and strong breakdowns. You know, since she is canonically short-tempered and angry.

There's no way these two are going to fall in love at first sight for no reason. No, they're going to have history, substance, and - my personal favorite - ✨ narrative parallels ✨.

As I've theorized before, Amy and Sonic have known each other before and have similar pasts. And if that's true, I believe it will be this feeling of reminiscence that will allow the two to develop a bond despite any mistrust.

This is the feeling Sonic will feel when he meets Amy for the first time, not infatuation or anything like that, but lingering familiarity. The impression that he's seen her before. And their bond would grow deeper from there.

Sonic wouldn't fall in love with Amy because she's a girl, he would fall in love with her because they were  - are - friends, because they would have things in common and would like the peace and quiet that that brings. Sonic would fall in love with Amy because that's Amy and he wouldn't have anyone but her.

And the opposite would also be true. Amy would see all the flaws, quirks, and traumas and stay anyway because it's Sonic, and she doesn't want to change him. She wants to be by his side, by the home he would become for her. On the side of this brave, kind and empathic boy.

They will not only have strong common ground, but unlike any other dynamic presented before, with a lot of potential to grow.

Since I think this Sonamy will be a slow burn.

I theorize that the fourth film will lean more on the romantic tension and friendship that this connection will provide, with anything more serious being left at the end and pursued in the future films. That this mutual understanding, this very distinct connection that they have will be explored, far beyond any label.

This will be the high point of the dynamic: the somewhat dubious nature between friendship and romantic love between two teenagers who went through similar upbringings and traumas and are fundamentally so different but who still find support, love and a safe place in each other unlike any other regardless of everything.

Sonic and Amy will bring out sides of each other that no other character could and that will be fascinating to watch.

Third, the potential for conflict .

If you watch the games, you know that despite her meteoric love for Sonic, Amy never held back from standing up to Sonic when she thought he was wrong. And I think that will be one of the highlights of this duo.

Amy and Sonic are profoundly different and this will undoubtedly cause friction. Which is great!

No healthy relationship has people who agree all the time and that causes growth. And to be honest, both Sonic and Amy are going to need to hear other sides and they're kind of the only people who can reach out to each other.

Starting with Sonic. The third film showed that this boy, despite loving his brothers very much, doesn't listen to them. Especially when he gets something in his head. The Master Emerald clash proves this. Not even Tails or Knuckles were able to make Sonic change his mind.

But Amy could do it.

And not because of the power of love like Sonic's crush, no. Amy could do it because this girl is brutal! This pink hedgehog has a strong temperament and is canonically the most emotionally intelligent character of this colorful bunch and she knows it. Not only does she know it, but she would use it.

Because the thing with Amy Rose is that she's not afraid of Sonic, yes he is her hero and references yes but above all she sees them as equals. And Amy is not afraid at all to match his energy when it comes to arguing.

If she decides this kid needs a reality check, she will do it in a heartbeat.

Because Amy is in touch with her own emotions and Sonic will desperately need to do that.

On the other hand, Sonic would do the same to Amy.

As stated, I theorize that she will place very little value on her own life in the name of what she considers the greater good, something that there is no way Sonic will let pass. He would be horrified at how Amy does not see herself as important, that someone who claims to care so much would leave her loved ones behind.

And honestly, Sonic has had enough trauma with an important loved one sacrificing themselves for his well-being (looking at you Longclaw 👀), and people sacrificing themselves for the greater good in general (Shadow 👀). Amy isn't going to be another person he's going to let slip through his fingers.

Aside from the less intense forms of differences, with Amy pointing out and advising Sonic that he needs to be more open in a calm conversation and Sonic saying that Amy needs to slow down and think more about herself, maybe one day there will be fun with the whole family gathered in the middle of the mission.

And that's the thing. Being differents, Amy and Sonic help each other see other points of view that they wouldn't have with anyone else otherwise. And that's so cool!

They would be each other's voice of reason and let's face it, they 're going to need it.

Fourth, these two have the narrative on their side.

God, I love this one. It adds the necessary thematic tension to the story and gives weight to any interaction. There's a reason Sonic and Shadow are such a big part of Sonic 3's story.

And with Amy and Sonic it would be no different.

As I said before, if Sonic and Shadow are the same person dealing with different circumstances, Amy and Sonic are different people dealing with the same circumstances.

And this is fertile ground for interesting interactions and intriguing personality clashes.

Amy and Sonic would have the same upbringing and situation: they lost their guardians very early and lived in isolation. However, the small deviations in their individual stories and their similar yet different personalities would bring another level to the narrative.

They share the fear of having to deal with painful memories and the guilt that such traumas generate. They have responsibilities to fulfill with their powers and even the same madman hunting them in real time.

But Sonic ignores emotions and sees them as a hindrance while Amy embraces hers. Sonic was told to protect himself while Amy must protect others. Sonic grew up isolated because he was guided while Amy imposed it on herself. He had quiet, boring days while she struggled through life in a big city.

Still, the loneliness is the same. The agony after years of just watching life pass you by is the same. The longing for connection is the same.

Amy and Sonic would never be the same person, yet they are similar where it matters and that makes me FERAL! They not only know what the worst parts of each other's lives are like, but the path that leads to the desire for the best ones as well. And that potential chemistry between them that makes me vibrate like a chihuahua.

They won't ignore each other, they couldn't ignore each other.

Do you see the vision?

Not only that, the affinity these two have in the films has the potential to be insane .

They can match each other freaks, your honor!

I know these two have similar inside jokes and tastes. Amy is your average teenage girl, she does the poses from magical girl manga while Sonic has superhero catchphrases. She's a musical junkie and sings (quite well) all the songs by heart, just like Sonic loves action movies. She would get his cheesy references . Hell, I can see her laughing at those awful Sonic jokes because these two traumatized teenagers have the same sense of humor.

To the level where Tom, Maddie, Knuckles, Tails and Shadow would look at each other in horror thinking “oh my god, there are two of them” (Shadow especially and with more stress in his voice and expression).

But it goes beyond the most superficial interests.

Again, Sonic in the movies has a lot of trauma. He saw his first parental figure killed because people wanted his powers, which led to 10 years of isolation that almost drove him insane. If you notice, all the most important people in this blue hedgehog's life are selfless and good people, both to people and animals. If there's one thing he values in people, it's kindness and goodness.

And guess which character has these defining characteristics? That's right, Amy Rose.

In return, Sonic can inspire Amy with his heroism and free spirit, with her admiring his world-saving actions and his love for his family. This is crucial because Sonic himself in this version is extremely empathetic, something that someone who cares about others as much as Amy would take into account.

They complement each other. They are compatible. They help each other.

Not only that, with their shared past, the bond between these two reaches a new level because only Sonic and Amy knew each other before everything went wrong. This part that will never come back and that both can use to help each other overcome what happened towards a better future.

We can see Sonic convincing Amy that no, she doesn't have to sacrifice herself and do everything alone because she has him, all the Wachowskis. See Amy, in Sonic's darkest hour , helping him and supporting him.

Then we have the ✨ parallels ✨.

God, the writers can destroy us with these.

We would start with the backstory. Friends separated by tragedies beyond their control. Loss of parental figures. Observing one's own life from the outside.

And then we have the similarity with Tom and Maddie.

Look me in the face and tell me the couple with similar temperaments are like these two with the same color scheme are not a narrative parallel. Tom, who is impatient, helpful and restless like Sonic, and Maddie, who is kind, caring and full of personality, does not resemble these two hedgehogs at all.

Tom and Maddie have elements of companionship, dynamics and even a history of sacrifices that they both made for each other to be used narratively. They are the mirror of what Sonic and Amy can be in the future. And that makes me foam at the mouth . It would also give a narrative role and depth to both of them, especially Maddie since she deserves her time to shine and would be one of the many good chances.

They could show how this kind of love requires effort and sacrifice, but can be rewarding. This would let Tom and Maddie shine as parents and guides to the potential young romance, even with their own love story told to help.

(Tom and Maddie met and fell in love because they saw each other every summer, you're going to take this hc out of my dead, lifeless hands).

But what drives me wildest is how they're able to give the running joke of Amy always being able to find Sonic and go after him no matter where he is a whole new meaning .

It's about the symbolism of Sonic, the boy afraid of abandonment with super speed to the point of moving through time and found a family, discovering a refuge in the deep bond with Amy, the girl who can find him anywhere because knows time like anyone and wants  a place to belong.

Is about how they understand what hurts the other and know that they can help.

About how Amy can give the unconditional love that Sonic is so desperately after and he can give her the companionship and family she needs and desires to thrive.

How Sonic, the child who always lends a helping hand and is empathetic to even the most despicable enemies finds a person who does the same… for him .

Someone who had his life literally destroyed by an army made in his image saying that it doesn't matter if he thinks he'll always end up hurting the people he loves, because it's not true. And even if it did , they - and his entire family - would get through it together. Because she - his entire family - loves him.

That he is worth it.

I- *Sobs violently*

THE COLORFUL WACHOWSKI BUNCH

Oh boy, the Wachowskis are going to go through the trenches in this movie, I can feel it. The dynamics of this family are going to be chaotic.

If the previous problems were external, I believe the tensions in the fourth film will be internal .

For starters, Sonic will be going THROUGH it.

The consequences of the stupid things he did will definitely come back to bite him in the butt. I believe that even though his brothers have forgiven him, I don't think Sonic has completely forgiven himself and that will cause some serious self-loathing.

We'll have GUN after him and his entire family, using as an excuse, among other things, the destruction he caused in his little revenge rampage. The moon is permanently destroyed. The odds will not be in his favor.

Then, Metal Sonic will appear. A seemingly better, problem-free and perfect version. Accompanied by an equally perfect army that goes after his family that Sonic fought so hard to keep safe, making him face the possibility of losing everything to no one but himself. A better and faster version of himself.

And to top it all off, he will have the possibility of a BAD FUTURE weighing on his shoulders, where not only he but the entire galaxy could be enslaved and/or die if he can't resolve the situation.

I theorize that for the first time since Longclaw died, Sonic is starting to think that maybe...he's not fast enough.

Or the good enough brother, son and hero. And maybe that will start to make him distance himself from everyone to protect them. And yes, not even Tom, Maddie, Knuckles or Tails would take it well, trying to make him see reason and always giving reassurances.

The family would strengthen bonds with Sonic learning that past pains cannot be changed, but love can help you overcome them and look to the future.

Relevant because as I already mentioned, with time travel, Sonic may be faced with the choice - thanks to the Time Stones - of being able to rewrite his life with the change that Longclaw never died this time (nor Shadow being imprisoned or Gerald burning the Earth, of course). But that would mean he would never find the family he has now.

Which can be a dangerous dilemma, not because Sonic doesn't love them, but between unresolved trauma and the thought that everyone would be better off without him - it can be a tempting thought. He'd have the home and family he never should have lost and no one else would get hurt (of course, this is a result of trauma - almost all the Wachowskis would be miserable).

Tom, Maddie, Tails, and Knuckles would remind Sonic that no, their lives are better with him there. Nothing can change that. Tails would be suffering, Knuckles would never have found peace, Shadow would still be suffering, and Tom and Maddie would never be as happy as they are.

And then comes the other big change in the family dynamic: Amy Rose.

See, Amy is a wild card because she's totally different from any other character.

She is a character who will not be treated as a family member or an official sibling. She is someone who will bring a new perspective and dynamic. A normality in the chaos, someone who brings a vision full of love and empathy but with a fresh and outside perspective, which will help a lot.

Starting out, she and Sonic will have a shared past that none of the other characters have had before, as mentioned. This will create a strong foundation based on mutual security. Amy's actions will affect Sonic in a way that makes him softer and more open. And in return, Sonic will share his family, the sense of home that he is so grateful for.

Leading both of them to heal together from the traumatic past, along with the rest and generating cute scenes.

Because this family is going to have their hands full!

As I said before, she has traits in common with her siblings and come on, Amy - and all of us - deserve all the platonic relationships too! The 4 of them are the core group so it's no wonder they all get along well. Not to mention it's an ideal way to get rid of the image of Amy Rose as just a "love interest".

I know Tails and Knuckles are going to be the brothers ever. Not only will they tease Sonic for having a crush, but they'll see how much better their brother is doing and be grateful to Amy.

Not only that, but I'm a big fan of the Amy-Tails-Knuckles siblinghood! Those are her brothers, your honor! It's her strong older brother and her smart younger brother! Amy has sparring sessions with Knuckles and robotics afternoons with Tails! Above all, I believe that Amy's actions can help Knuckles and Tails heal as well. Both boys have backstories that have affected them, pasts that her empathy and sympathy could help them find common ground and deal with (Shadow wouldn't escape this either, Amy has the same friend-for-all policy as the Wachowskis).

Tom and Maddie are going to go through it too. Between the weather and GUN confusion, being the responsible adults™ for all four of these kids is going to be WILD.

After all, will this couple of parents discover that their children's new friend travels through time, sees the future and is almost an empath??? 

And that their middle child, who is going through an existential crisis being chased by a literal evil doppelganger and the government, may not only be falling madly in love with her but have already met before??? And she comes from a living satellite planet with stones that rewrite time and reality???? And this girl, like their boys, also has something clearly wrong with her???

Since yes, I theorize that Amy's altruism will have a dark side to her arc and have a part with the Wachowskis.

She is not a person with a tendency to protect herself but others, a trait reinforced by her mission. And what happens when someone like that finds a family to care for? Strong sacrificial tendencies and very little self-preservation.

Amy loves so much and I believe she would give her life to ensure the protection and well-being of those she cares about. After meeting Sonic and the Wachowskis, after getting to know them and becoming attached to them - knowing everything they've been through - if she comes to a point where she has to walk away from them or sacrifice herself to protect them, she will do it.

She doesn't want to die. But she would gladly do it to save her loved ones. And I'm sorry, but if your general instinct is to die... you need therapy.

In Amy's case, the almost overwhelming concern and unconditional support of the local family 😊

Yes, self-sacrifice is noble and all, but this is likely to be concerning. All the Wachowskis would do whatever they could to prevent anyone else from dying to save the world.

Shadow will also have a handful.

I really like this boy and want him in the movie, although I fear there may not be time because this boy needs a family! Not only that, Amy is kind of important in Shadow's life and it would be criminal not to see the two interact.

Just like Amy, he wouldn't exactly be one of Tom and Maddie's children. Depending on how his story plays out, he might even find a home with Stone.

Not only that, Sonic needs to know that he's okay. Because as far as everyone knows, Shadow is dead and he deserves better. I can't stop picturing Sonic and Amy all over this poor traumatized hedgehog with so much positivity and motivational speeches that he almost wishes he'd died in space. Shadow with the rest of the heroes would be really cool, and with GUN being one of the enemies, the ultimate lifeform can finally have a less violent reckoning.

But there is still a reckoning to be made.

Not only that, the theme of love and trauma would be great for Shadow to heal from as well. Both in the form of Sonic and with Amy, who canonically reminds him of Maria, he can finally find new people to care about.

Yes, that's my Shadow-Amy siblinghood AND cousin Shadow agenda.

And with the movies possibly starting to explore the universe, what better way to do that than Black Doom's son!

Just…give me these kids interacting and destroying enemies.

And yes, neither Shadow nor Amy would be adopted by the Wachowskis. Shadow has his own things going on, maybe with Stone, wandering to know the world I don't know and Amy would probably go back to her home on Little Planet after all, or stay in New York or somewhere else in Green Hills.

But they would still family. In their own types and ways but still!

Final considerations

Thank you so much for reading this huge post with my thoughts. Feel free to send me questions and add your own thoughts. I'd love to hear your thoughts!

[threepandas]

Bad End: Trust

"Meet your new mates, cargo! Get breeding!"

I didn't understand the bellowed noises at the time. It was just incoherent gibberish. Heaped on top of what was likely a concussion, mixed with what ever drugs they had pumped me with. Thrown into a cell, roughly, and hitting the ground hard. I couldn't have caught myself if I had wanted too. My limbs, unresponsive and dragging meat, that I could barely FEEL.

Please, god, I had thought. Don't let me be paralyzed. Not on top of everything else.

They'll kill me.

Behind and around me, the weeping cries of sorrow and fear rang out. Screams of violence, born of desperation. Countless races, bound together, suffering in this hell. Newly enslaved. I didn't... I couldn't understand. Shaking and struggling to remain conscious, laying on the blood stained floor. The world swayed violently. It was all I could do, to barely keep from passing out.

It was so cold. The air, the floor, the deep and clawing despair, sinking like knives into my gut. Those furry... things, had grabbed me while I was alone, before I could react. W-would anyone notice? Could anyone DO anything? I wanted to get away from the door. Curl up in a corner and... and cry. But I could not move. Like a doll, dropped thoughtlessly on the floor, I could not... could not move.

Tears I likely could not afford, threatened to choke me.

I... I was scared.

Then, deeper in the hovel that was my new home, movement. The heavy clink of chains. Shifting, slow and careful, followed by the drag of metal. A warm hand. Fingers, calloused but careful, checking my neck. My pulse, for injury perhaps, I couldn't tell. But... god, i could have sobbed in relief. They... they felt human.

How terrible of me. That I was GLAD not to be alone. T-That it was relief, to have another person here. Someone who might know what's going on. What to do. To.. to stick with. I... I should wish it was just me, right? That they captured no one else? But... oh god. O-Oh God, I can't! I'm scared. Please. P-please...

I'm so scared.

The person checking me hummed low and soft. Their voice crackling like an old radio that's been left sitting on a shelf too long, unused. How.. how long has it been? Since they last had anyone to talk too? They sounded male, but.. but I didn't want to presume. Could just have a low voice. Throat injury. Might be Trans. I didn't care, couldn't care. I was pretty sure? We were all we had now.

They... no, He, found nothing alarming enough not to move me. Shifting into view as he gently slipped his arms under me. Enough to pick me up and carry me away from the door. He was... is... pretty handsome.

Okay, REALLY handsome.

Horrifically enough? I could see WHY they grabbed him. Athletic as hell, TV ready, really smart. If you were going to ignore ever bit of decency and morality to ever exsist? Might as well go for the best, I guess. Don't know why they grabbed ME, but I guess? They need a stand in or something? Or my predecessor is dead.

(God, I hope she's dead. The alternative...)

Pretty quickly became apparent, though, that one of the main problems (of so, SO many)? Was we don't actually speak the same language. Which... I mean... Well, shit. That's, putting it mildly, "less then ideal". Being unable to communicate with the only other person nominally on "My Side"? Kinda bad! But, I AM learning. And I am teaching him english! So there's that.

We have nothing but time, after all. It helps distract from the suffering just outside. The weeping and screams. The sounds that must be begging, in alien dialects. All the mercies they do not find.

(Is it terrible? That I am glad I can not understand what they are saying? Their cries for help? I can't help them. It hurts. Helpless to even save my self. God, I'm sorry. Please... I'm... I'm so sorry...)

Food gets shoved in. Lights flipped on. Lights shut off. The timer odd, but probably standard for somewhere. It's like being told to go to sleep halfway through the afternoon. Yanked awake before full nights are done. I struggle to adapt, even a little, following my fellow prisoner's lead. Or, well, trying too. There's a lot of charades at first.

Then, practicing our languages. Taking what naps and cuddling for warmth we can. Harsh lights be damned. It's cold, we're tired, but we have to keep our strength up. Right? Throughout it all, I try to ignore the weird smells they pump in. Still not used to getting random scents blasted at my head from above, from the air vents in the walls.

Day in, day out, rinse and repeate. The weird gasses smells like people have had sex, to be honest. I think? But don't quote me. They might be trying to get us to "mate", like animals, so they can sell our kids. Induce some nonexistent human heat cycle or something. I've kinda started to worry, not gonna lie, about what they'll do... you know, once they finally get frustrated. Figure out, we don't work like that.

Or... more relevantly, might not even be? Compatible?

Cause Azenari is DEFINITELY not a human. They fucked uuuup. Cause if he is? There is some probably serious divergent evolution going on. He did NOT get nabbed from Earth. HE got nabbed from his SHIP(as in, yeah, a fuckin Space Ship). Because HIS people are space faring! The man has pointy ears for fucks sake! Some seriously fangy canines. And while, yeah, seriously kinda cool? No idea if our species are related, or... you know...

So yeah, The Fur Covered Slaver Bastards are apparently Humanoid face blind, on TOP of being just generally terrible. Or dumb! Might be dumb, honestly. Wouldn't put it past them. Banality of evil and all that. But recently? There was a... tension. Something was coming. The Bastards seemed twitchy.

"Not long now, beloved. We're two stops from the extraction ambush." Azenari murmured, from where he was tucked loosely around me as I watch the latest patrol pass, one arm cradling me tight. Even as, with the other hand, he sleepily stroked my back. "You'll look lovely in proper robes. You deserve finery, my love."

I couldn't understand most of the sentence. Normally he simplified for me, since I was still learning. He seemed... pleased? Smug? The more tense and twitchy the Bastards got, the more darkly amused he seemed to become. As though he knew exactly why. As though he was laughing inside.

"My magnificent darling, you'll belong to me in everyway that matters. I'll take safer jobs. No more slave ring stings. I promise."

Oh. I think I got it. Azenari though of me as family! Yeah, that tracked. Trauma bonding and all. I did too. Couldn't help but smile, hugging him back, much to his clear delight. Yeah. We were in this together.

I'm glad I had someone I could trust. The universe was big and I would be pretty much alone without him. All but thrown at his feet and told I was his, Azenari had every chance to hurt me. But he didn't. He was a good man. Solid and stable when everything when frightening, warm and there when I needed to hide.

Really, it was only a matter of time before we would be chatting like old friends!

"You are NEVER going to escape me, beloved."

"I Love You."

[ogviceversa]

Head Swap/NBM Shorts

My Head Can Be The Ball

“Bro! If we need a ball, I got us!,” says Brad with his detached head laying on his lap.

“Dudddeeeee!!!! That’s so funny! Your heads perfect!,” says his friend Kaleb.

The boys grab Brad’s head and carry it outside to head to the practice field with them.

Meanwhile, Kaleb’s brother Jared comes downstairs and shocked to see Brad’s headless body just hanging out.

Now Jared has always found his brother’s jock friends to be hot! And when he peaked out of the window and saw them carrying off a head in a helmet into Kaleb’s truck… Jared felt excitement knowing it was just him and Brad’s sexy body left behind.

So he grabbed brads and pulled him up out of the chair and said, “you’re coming with me.”

Jared laid Brad’s body back in bed and stripped him down. He picked up Brad’s smell jock foot and placed in his face. He runs his hands up brads thighs until he was met with his cock and balls. He starts licking and kissing the semi hard dick. He played with his junk until he knew that brads body was close. Only to stop right before he comes edging Brad’s now very horny body…

Jared thought to himself, ‘God they could be hours before they get back… this maybe the best day of my life.’

Meanwhile the game started and Brad could feel what Jared was doing to his body… At first he thought about saying something to Kaleb but damn Jared soft lips feel way to good!

So Brad got to enjoy being thrown around while also getting a BJ. Talk about some good head!

My Body’s in Jail?

Tommy:

Shit! This was supposed to be something goofy and fun my brothers bet me to do!

That thought it would be funny if I ran around the stadium naked with this stupid sign! So I thought it would decrease the chances of my identity being caught if I did it headless just in case a camera can see me.

But what I wasn’t prepared for was my body being arrested!!!

I don’t even know what to do now… I mean one of my bros could take me to jail and I can turn myself in but known of them want to get in trouble!

And the crazy part is… I can somebody toying with my cock! Is my body in a cell with someone? Is an officer playing with my goods?!?! FUCk!!!!

Just Through Vacay

Justin:

Wow this is such a weird trip, I’m not sure why my brother Daniel and I agreed to doing a three way head swap with our dad but I’m kinda loving it!

I’m the youngest and now I have Daniel’s body. Daniel has muscles, he’s taller than me, and his junk is wayyyy bigger than mine. While Daniel has our dad’s body and dad has mine. I think I lucked out the most. I mean dad’s body might have been cool but I’ll take Daniel’s abs over dad’s beer gut any day!

And the crazy part is a bunch of guys have started to take notice of me. Do you think it would be bad if I hooked up with Danny’s body? I mean I’ve jerked off enough this week with it.

And he’s been at the tiki bar every night so he might not notice if I’m gone.

What The F*ck Robby???

Justin:

You know, I wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to tell my friend Robby that my body builder uncle’s headless body is at my house right now while his head is out of town. Robby is staying the night with me while I’m watching my uncle’s place and told him to not go into his room.

But then u went to go take a shower and I come back to the guest room I’m staying in, still wrapped in my towl. As I swung open the door, I find Robby— laying in bed with his head attached to my uncle’s body.

“Sorry Justin! But I just couldn’t resist!”

“Dude!! I told you my uncles body is off limits!!”

“But he’s so freaking hot!!! Look These muscles! His dick… ITS HUGEEE!!”

“Robby! Take his body off right now! Side where I even is your body?”

He gestures to the corner of the room and I see his headless body just standing completely naked.

“Holy shit! Your body… it’s naked and you have a boner…” my eyes can’t look away at Robby’s junk.

“I know, I told it to go stand in the corner so I can get a background show while I play with your uncles junk but you’re trying to ruin my fun!”

You know, I’ve always wanted to fool around with Robby. Especially right now seeing his headless bod all exposed… fuck!

“You know what, I’ll make a deal with you. You keep my uncles body for the weekend and your body is mine to enjoy this weekend. Sound fair?”

“Fuck yeah! I always knew you had the hots for me Justin. Too bad I’m in to big muscle daddy’s and not cute twinks. But you can do whatever you want with it. I’ll be here having my fun!”

“Bet!”

I grab Robby’s headless bodies hand. “Follow me sexy,” I say to him.

“Can you bring it back in a couple of hours, I wanna feel your uncles dick inside of my hole.”

“Sure but be prepared to be swore because I’m wilding out with it.”

“Ugh fine!”