#him in team with his other versions and despite being a support he’s the one dealing most damage fr

[hanakihan]

im crying so hard rn my friend said ‘rider dantes but it’s brant’s kit so we can have giant anchor bonk as a noble phantasm’ and its beautiful

[icecream4starscream]

Spoiler Warning for Transformers One. Please go see the film, it's great.

Something occurred to me when rewatching Elita-1's firing scene:

Right off the bat, she's presented as an absolute unit in the mines. We see her being a very by-the-book character. She's incredibly competent, strong, serious, focused, and an effective leader.

Maybe a little too effective.

We learn that Sentinel goes out of his way to personally take care of any "anomalies" in his system and does so in a way where the blame always gets shifted away from him.

It's why he personally went to see Pax and D-16 after the Iacon 5000 race. He makes himself out to be the open-minded, compassionate leader he's been parading as.

When Darkwing throws Orion and D-16 into sub-level 50, neither bot suspects Sentinel for their demotion. In fact, they beg Darkwing to talk to Sentinel so he can sort out the "misunderstanding".

It's later confirmed that Sentinel never had any intention of talking with Orion or D-16 after their first meeting. When Orion reunites with his fellow miners later in the film, they mention that Sentinel put out a statement saying that they both died from "racing injuries".

Sentinel might've not even openly ordered Darkwing to dispose of them. Darkwing might've been manipulated into thinking everyone was mocking him for losing the race (thanks to lowly miners) making him want to get rid of them.

Subconsciously manipulating someone like Darkwing would've been easy for Sentinel.

Sentinel clearly does not tolerate anyone rising above the station he imposes on them.

So what does this have to do with Elita-1 being fired?

We see her rigidly following the rules, meeting all quotas, running a tight and efficient crew. She's doing her job as a miner, a role unknowingly forced upon her by Sentinel, perfectly.

Shouldn't Sentinel be happy about that?

Well sure...

If Elita wasn't actively trying to get promoted.

We don't get a lot of information about how promotion works in TFOne's mining system, but we do know that in other iterations of pre-war Cybertron, one of the only ways miners could rise out of the mines was by participating in ridiculously difficult gladiatorial fights in Kaon's pits.

In other iterations, this was how D-16/Megatron was able to escape his station and how he grew to be so strong.

So basically, whatever version you look at, the miners are told "if you work really, reeeeally hard, and do your job perfectly, and don't die in the process (which, odds are, you will) you might, MIGHT get a chance to get out of the caste you were born into."

It's BS.

It's an impossible feat. No one is actually supposed to be able to achieve that goal, but it's the metaphorical carrot dangling in front of the work mules so they don't notice the ever-tightening rope around their necks.

But every so often there's someone extraordinary, like Elita, who actually manages to meet this impossible standard and with whom it becomes increasingly difficult to deny this coveted promotion.

So what can Sentinel do about bots like Elita-1?

Simple.

Wait for a screw-up.

It must happen eventually.

A member of Elita's team, Orion Pax, in clear violation of evacuation protocol, goes back into the mines to save Jazz from getting crushed to death.

Despite managing to escape, the closing mine causes a tunnel support to be flung into nearby machinery (which doesn't look critical and could probably be easily fixed).

Then, right the heck outta nowhere, Darkwing drops in, SECONDS AFTER THE INCIDENT JUST HAPPENED, and immediately fires Elita.

No "What happened?" or "Who's responsible?" or "The supervisor wants to see you", he just pops into the scene and demotes Elita, arguably one of the best workers in the mine, to a bottom-tier waste management position.

As if he'd been on standby, actively waiting for a reason to fire her.

"But Elita herself wasn't the one who screwed up!"

Doesn't matter.

"But she told them to follow protocol!"

Doesn't matter.

"But Orion admitted he was the one at fault!"

Doesn't matter.

"But a bot was saved! Jazz would've died!"

Does. Not. MATTER.

Her firing is presented as the typical "one character says thing won't happen then thing immediately happens" joke, but given how so much thought went into so much of TFOne's background details, I can't help but wonder if this was a hint to how broken the system was and how it was always rigged in a way that ensures the miners will never get out.

Not to mention, once Orion, D-16, and Jazz safely escape, she chews Orion out by saying, "If I get fired for this..." meaning this abrupt, out-of-nowhere, baseless firing is absolutely typical.

That's what makes Elita's "I'm better than you" speech to Orion that much more meaningful, because in many ways, she is better than him.

She's a better worker, better fighter, better at completing the task at hand, better at making sure things run smoothly. She is, ironically enough, an efficient and perfectly-running machine.

But had Orion not dragged Elita to the surface, she probably would've spent her whole life obediently following the rules, never questioning why things were the way they were. She was so focused on rising up within the system that she could never look beyond it.

Elita might be the cog by which other cogs turn.

But Orion is the spark that shows them a better way.

That's why he was given the Matrix.

[micer2012]

a reflection on MatPat's plagiarism

Hello, my name is Della, or micer2012, and 2 years ago Game Theory plagiarized three Tumblr posts of mine, making a video that now holds almost 6 million views.

My posts explaining his plagiarism made their rounds on Reddit, Tumblr and Twitter, but despite the Hermits and Pooka commenting on it (generally in support of me or saying they don’t know enough details about the situation to say either way), MatPat and his team have never owned up to anything, and no mention of my name is present on the video. The one Reddit post they made denying it (which was made before my detailed takedown, which they have never responded to (though the mods on the r/GameTheorists Reddit were kind and made sure it stayed up)) didn’t even mention me by name, just referring to me as “a tumblr user”. (Though one of the screenshotted comments in the body of the post does say my name)

This experience was baffling, but it’s overall had a positive impact on my life. r/Hermitcraft gave me a Golden Apple Award (post of the year, 2021). My inbox was filled with excited fans, wanting to ask me questions or pose their own theories, far more than the hate I got. (Though the hate I got from Game Theory fans was VERY funny. I wondered why none of them gave me shit about saying “MatPat misgendered Evil Xisuma” before realizing none of them read that far into the post.)

And getting on a more personal, and much more important note, I met most of my current online friends through this, including my partner. It helped me grow closer with my irl friends as well and gave me an entertaining story that I tell whenever I have the chance. It was one of the first things in my life that really made me feel like my talents, my autistic hyperfocusing and analyzing of things I love, could be valuable. Useful. Exploitable. It blew my mind that MatPat thought an autistic kid’s ramblings about a Minecraft Youtube joke character were good enough to steal. To put an audible sponsorship on. To get 6 million views off of.

And that’s why I’m writing this post, this update years later. As you might’ve been able to guess, Hbomberguy’s Youtube video on plagiarism reopened this wound. It was really hard for me to sit through, it took days of pausing and taking breaks, because I had experienced everything he was talking about firsthand. 

In my 10 page long takedown post, I wrote about how his rewording of my sentences made him say things that were incorrect, just like Filip did. The content farm production style that made big companies like Cinemassacre take one creator (AVGN/MatPat) and turn him and his content into a brand, a voice that reads out scripts by other people with other opinions/theories, is a history shared with Game Theory. What really hit me was Harris talking about how big creators only do this to people they think they can get away with doing it to. How they view their victims as lesser, as not deserving of their words, repackaging them as their own to give to an audience that can gain from hearing them, but deserves better than to have to listen to the original victim.

That’s the thing, I 100% think a video version of my theory to expose to a bigger community than “Evil Xisuma Fans on Tumblr” is a great idea!! Near the end of the video Harris talks about how video adaptations of things could be a great market, even an accessibility tool, and I completely feel that about my posts. I wrote them quickly assuming the reader was someone well versed on Evil Xisuma lore, after not even watching most of the CarnEvil series, and the diagrams I made to explain them are even less comprehensible. Harris makes a joke that I completely agree with, 

“I’m sure some of my videos would do very well if someone translated them into English.”

I don’t think I would’ve ever made my posts if I didn’t have autism, and a special fixation on Evil Xisuma and Hermitcraft. I made them because I felt the character was being done an injustice, and because I wanted to share with other superfans this theory that might explain it away. I do think that MatPat plagiarizing me was ableist. I used to wonder a lot if this would’ve happened if my posts were articulated better, if they had been peer reviewed, if the posts themselves had been spread to a wider audience before MatPat made his video. At one point when the discourse was fresh (before I had the time to write out my 10 page rebuttal), a bigger YouTuber (100k subs at the time) messaged me and started talking on Discord, interested in possibly making a video on the discourse, but I think my style of typing and general enthusiasm drove him away. You can tell by a single look at my blog (or my original 3 posts!) that I don’t usually type like this. This post you’re reading now has been peer reviewed and edited, and took me hours to format correctly. That video could’ve been huge, the entire outcome of this MatPat situation would probably be much different.

I also used to stress a lot about “being the one who ruined Evil Xisuma’s story”. If you didn’t know, to me S8 Evil Xisuma’s story got wrapped up pretty quickly and unsatisfying (in my personal autistic opinion). (though this might’ve been due to s8 being experimental and ending early with moon big) There was no real culmination of the plot points and arcs going on, and I don’t want to blame myself, but when Xisuma said on stream (when the MatPat thing was first going on) that he didn’t want to focus on the discourse or draw more attention to it, it makes a lot of sense to me that he just wanted to wrap it all up as quickly as possible. For a while I beat myself up about it, of ruining the story of this character I love, but it’s not my fault. If anyone’s, it’s MatPats, but I don’t think it’s useful to just blame someone else. That’s how the story ended up going, and that’s fine. This is Evil Xisuma we’re talking about, their inconsistent lore is what made them such an interesting character. And notably, Pooka made an animation with an awesome culmination of Jeff, the Dreamer, Evil Xisuma, and his own sona’s story, and it makes me so happy to watch. Whatever Pooka does is of course his own choice, but I’m glad he got to give this personal story his own ending (if it is an ending, and not just the start of a new chapter!). 

Typing this all out and getting it off my chest has made me feel a lot better. For a while I wanted to make my OWN video essay about Evil Xisuma’s lore and CarnEvil’s lore, actually going episode by episode to explain it instead of just assuming you knew as much about Evil Xisuma as I did. That idea is still not off the table, but MCYT isn’t something I’m that into right now. Maybe if something else comes out about Evil Xisuma I’ll get back on it, but for now I’m fine with letting that go. But I want to make other videos, share other theories and analysis… if I have the freetime I’d love to make YouTube videos, and if I don’t have the time I’ll continue posting to my tumblr and infodumping to my friends. Apparently my infodumping is valuable enough “content” to steal! Writing this out has made me feel a lot better though, I’m really glad I got it out.

If anyone ever wants to talk to me about the things I’m obsessed with, or reach out to me as a source in a bigger discussion about Game Theory or other channels, my inbox is more than welcome :] Thank you for reading! 

Sincerely, a tumblr user.

[existence-is-a-pain87]

HEYYY BESTIEE!!! (Someone help I'm at gunpoint 💔)

I NEED MY LOVELY BEAUTIFUL HATRED FULL SPOUSE RIGHT NOW! ORDER UP! 👅👅👅

Yes pookie bear.

I will also do some of the other skins, like Mafioso (it's your other spouse!!).

And you're held at gunpoint? Pookie I just told you to SUBMIT THE DAMN ASK BECAUSE NO ONE WILL CARE!!!!!! ALL FEELINGS SHALL ONLY BE POSITIVE.

TEAM!!!! THE PERSON WHO SENT IN THIS ASK IS MY POOKIE!!! GO FLOOD THEIR BLOG WITH POSITIVITY AND LOVE BECAUSE THEY ARE WONDERFUL!!!!!!!

Ok now onto me fufilling the ask!

Warnings: Swearing, because of course

Betrayed 1x1x1x1

- You were (naturally) startled when you found out alternate universes existed and had people who could just... appear instead of certain killers.

- Betrayed was the first one to show up and made you find out about this

- You honestly believed that 1x1x1x1 put on a wig at first and put on some chains to look cooler or something

- Then they started talking???

- Yeah you were even more confused, especially when this version of 1x1x1x1 had no idea who you were and just tried to kill you

- ...after one time were you were last man standing and you threw them through a window, they learned maybe you were kinda not something people want to mess with...

- Betrayed didn't care. They just didn't know why you weren't like that more. Where you were more capable. More powerful.

- So yeah, Betrayed wasn't too different from the original 1x1x1x1 outside of being more spiteful and... British.

- At least with Betrayed they responded when you talked to them. So yeah, you two bickered a ton.

- And eventually, you two almost became friends(?). It was weird. They were literally a personification of hatred but even more hateful and yet they seemed to almost get a soft-spot for you as they tried to force you into your Twisted form until you became comfortable in it.

- Was it a healthy relationship? Fuck no. But they seemed to tolerate you more than others.

- So it made sense Betrayed became yandere for you before the original 1x1x1x1 did.

Bluudud

- Bluudud already knew you existed due to c00lkidd bragging about his 'cool new friend'. So he wasn't really surprised when he met you.

- However, he didn't know about your Twisted form (since c00lkidd keeps your secrets) and nearly got a heart attack when he first saw it

- However, he ultimately didn't care too much. You were just another survivor who was... really hard to kill

- So he just didn't. Just asked if you watched streams and actually had a heart attack (not really) when you revealed you had no idea what streaming was (what? You existed in like the 2000s and had no idea what the internet really was since you never had access to it.)

- Yeah you were forcibly brought to watch Bluudud's streams like... immediately.

- Honestly you just felt bad for the kid so started watching the streams more consistently (how did it work? You had no clue)

- Literally became considered his number 1 supporter since you were there for every stream and donated consistently with only positive messages (when your paw hands didn't mess up when typing and you when you went sending messages like you were some kinda grandma)

- Eventually, he always was replying to anything you sent in the chat. Even when you weren't donating and stuff. He'd even go out of his way to message you a ton if you weren't there immediately

- It got weird after a bit, and Bluudud kept asking you to join him in streams and would get pissy when you said no

- He was acting like a clingy child (well, he was a child), and he'd throw fits when you tried to set boundaries

- And don't get me started on the rivalry between him and c00lkidd...

Pr3tyPriincess

- Compared to Bluudud or c00lkidd, Pr3tyPriincess genuinely did not care about you. Yeah, she knew you existed, but just thought you were a normal survivor

- Until she realized you knew how to do make-up super well despite rarely doing it

- Yeah okay then she got kinda pissed you weren't using these skills and started targeting you

- After the round ended you were covered in so many pink things it was terrifying

- Whenever Pr3tyPriincess was the Killer after that you started screaming and putting on a pink bow before Pr3tyPriincess could get to you. You also started carrying around makeup so you didn't have to deal with her using blood as makeshift makeup... again.

- Never again.

- She was rarely content with the bow though. So you'd still be chased down so she could make you "pretty".

- Mostly because she refused to let you join c00lkidd or Bluudud's teams. You had so much more potential than... that.

- Eventually it got to the point you were having literal tea parties instead of her chasing down the others or her making you wear makeup.

- It was weird. And she kept complaining about "the boys" and how she had a right over you since you were one of the only ones here she could relate to.

- Ultimately, though, she wasn't too bad. You just were a little more scared of pink things.

Mafioso

- You two really met eachother when you heard "You're mine!" before being attacked by a Gubby-version of Corrupt Nature.

- It was not fun

- However, surprisingly enough, he left you alone after you screeched out in a panic about not having any debts after you saw a sigh that read "Debth Verified" on 007n7's corpse after he unfortunately lost to Mafioso

- It took him a minute to believe you, but it's hard to think of the living cartoon as having debt so he left you be

- It got really awkward in the last man standing stuff though.

- He was really cold and stuff, but his goons were surprisingly nice after they were told to leave your debt-less ass alone. You even became friends with them

- Weirdly enough, you began to be considered an honorary member of the mafia. Specially by the goons since Mafioso rarely spoke to you

- However once he called you cute. Then he did it more often. But it wasn't necessarily a compliment. It was more like "You're stupid and you're lucky you're cute".

- You considered that as him liking you a little bit. Just a bit

- If only you knew...

[couch-potato28]

ROMANTIC MOMENTS CAUGHT BY FANS WITH THE BLLK BOYS! 📸

PT 2.

🎥 synopsis: Your relationship with him is already established, but fans still can’t get enough of the two of you—always wanting more crumbs. Accidental meetups, funny moments and romantic scenes that get captured or posted by them online offer the world a chance to witness little glimpses of your dynamic with him.

🎞️ a/n: fem!reader, Heads up—Charles is included, his scenes are romantic BUT soft, strictly age-appropriate moments (think hand holding and shoulder rests) I tried my best to be mindful and keep it true to his age also reader is, of course, aged accordingly

🎬 characters: kunigami r., yukimiya k., bachira m., raichi j. and charles c.

Kunigami Rensuke—prince material

It was one of the last events of the year for athletes where multiple teams, media outlets, interviewers and influencers were invited to stream and enjoy the gala.

During the quick break before the awards ceremony could begin, a relatively known sports blogger started to live stream which gained a surprising number of views in a short time.

It was hard too see in the dim room, the only light source being some LED strips on the walls, and the huge chandelier that hang from above.

As the influencer was reviewing the drinks at the bar, some fans spotted the two of you in the background, tucked into the corner of the room.

Before anyone could assume anything, your boyfriend got down on one knee as you held onto his shoulders for support. Despite the low lighting, some hawk-eyed fans could clearly tell what was happening.

Wardrobe malfunction.

Your freaking heel broke. Or it could have been a problem with the straps but all they really focused on was how gently Kunigami tried to help you back into your heels.

Someone took a screenshot. You looked like a princess with your gown on, and your boyfriend—ever the chivalrous one—looked and knelt beside you like a true knight in shining armor.

You saw the pics a week later. He kissed your forehead and moved on. But the fans? They talked about it for a long time…

Yukimiya Kenyu—divas in the wild

Your boyfriend besides being a well-known football player also gained fame as a model to many brands—his face plastered all over the stores, subways, and malls.

The fans knew how private he was, only letting them get a small glimpse of you every now and then.

So imagine their surprise when one of them was strolling around the local mall before she spotted a familiar tall figure with someone shorter than him grocery shopping.

Walking by the vegetable section with your hoodies on, backs turned to the camera was a sight nothing out of the ordinary—that was until the fan zoomed in on what was printed on your clothes.

A selfie of you two: meme-worthy, double chin showing with his glasses lazily sliding down to the bridge of his nose and your hair looking like a tornado. The cherry on top was the word “DIVAS” printed across the sweaters’ backs in bold, pink letters.

The fan thought she was hallucinating for a moment, mumbling in the video about how Yukimiya’s fashion sense and PR team would never allow something like this. Still—your fits were lowkey a slay.

The clip ended there but it was enough. The fandom unanimously agreed on the fact that everyone needed a version of that unhinged anniversary hoodie you gave him last year.

Liked by @ken_yu_getoutofmyface (private account) and 5.9 million others

Bachira Meguru—heart on his sleeve

Your boyfriend was a fan favorite. They adored how he always took the time to stop and chat with them—whether it was about the weather or something random like whether dolphins or bees were better.

He was also known for accepting gifts—especially bracelets.

Bachira absolutely loved them. Most of the time he was always caught in public with his wrists decorated with colorful, handmade pieces, each one a reminder of the fans who took some time out of their lives to make something for him.

It was the same kind of love that surrounded him just the other day, when the two of you went to a concert together. Fans swarmed the area around his seat, handing him letters, drawings, books—even a photo card of you that he gladly accepted with a bright smile.

It took him about 10 minutes to receive his first handful of bracelets—and, following the concert’s tradition, Bachira started to trade a few of his own with the fans.

“Where did you get that?” a girl asked, pointing to the beaded bracelet you gave him a few hours ago.

Before anyone could even think about exchanging, he was already showing it off. That bracelet? It even had your combined initials on it! He proudly told everyone how much effort you put into making it and how there was no way he’d ever give it up.

The fans melted on the spot. You two had a blast that night and he ended up trending on social media. Again.

4.8 million likes including @beebachira_megs

Raichi Jingo—fake nonchalant ahh

He rarely posted you on his socials—partly for privacy, partly out of pure pettiness.

Perhaps that’s why you decided to surprise him in secret at the airport, squished in between many, many of his fans.

He had just landed from the final match of the season—victory shining on his team of course. The airport was packed, fans swarming the place as the boys strolled in wearing hoodies, headphones, and masks. People screamed, holding out merch or whatever they could find for autographs.

You spotted him minutes later. Hoodie pulled low, mask up, his eyes quickly scanning the crowd while signing simultaneously.

That’s when you decided to step in.

Fighting your way through the fans, as he came closer to your row, you held out your phone for him to sign. Raising an eyebrow, he looked up to meet your eyes, surprised at your sudden presence.

Silence followed. And then—he burst out laughing, voice echoing through the international airport.

Wiping his tears away, Raichi reached out to cup your face, kissing you through his mask.

Fans gasped, about to freak out with their phones in their hands before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you through the barrier.

“She’s my girlfriend guys!”

Charles Chevalier—chilling with you

The final match of the season had just ended, and with it, the fans slowly poured out of the stadium into the night. While most of them were heading home, some chose to linger, taking in a bit more of the buzzing city before calling it a day.

That’s how a group of PXG fans spotted their favorite team in a nearby diner as they celebrated the victory.

Not wanting to interrupt, they quietly took seats on the opposite end of the diner, ordering food and pulling out their phones for a quick video.

Most of them zoomed in on Julian. The other half was focused on capturing your boyfriend, the other star of the match.

He was surprisingly quiet. People would think he would be the life of the celebration by now yet all he did was have his hoodie up and occasionally smile at the others’ jokes.

Charles was definitely tired with the way he yawned halfway through sipping his soda.

Head on your shoulders, he quietly intertwined your fingers under the table, fidgeting with one of your rings while using his other hand to casually wave at the fans across the room, a small smirk forming on his lips before turning his attention back to you.

Liked by @chesire_cat.chevalier and 3.6 million others

[brucewaynehater101]

Batfam Suicide Squad AU:

Villainous versions of all of the Bats are shoved into one universe together. Up until this point in the AU, they do not know each other well. They've maybe seen each other on the field (which probably ended in fights and held grudges), but they aren't family. They are practically strangers.

Amanda Waller just wants to kill them. However, somehow, there's a force that's even worse than these fuckers. She needs a team to take that down, even if the participants are unwilling.

Bruce Wayne:

A cunning villain who can naturally lead teams. He primarily works alone but has proven to be efficient with any person he has to work with. He can bring out their better attributes, but he's ruthless, wary, and an asshole. He has contingency plans to take down anyone and everyone

Dick Grayson:

Practically immortal half-Talon assassin for hire. His rumored mentors are other Talons, Deathstroke, Superman, and various Titans. His skills in combat are fierce, his abilities are enhanced by his state, and his early childhood acrobatics do wonders for his abilities to escape and fight. These pale in comparison to his natural charisma and ability to turn enemies into allies.

Barbara Gordon:

The best hacker on this side of the galaxy. While she mainly stays off of the field due to her being paralyzed from the waist down, she is a formidable opponent. A significant number of politicians worldwide owe her favors, heroes and villains work for her, she knows top secret information, employs a number of traps to protect herself, and understands the nuances in social structures.

Jason Todd:

A brutal enforcer who utilizes fear, power, and death in his territory to demand obedience to his rules. Extremely skilled in various weapons, hand-to-hand combat, bomb making, and demonstrations of force. His senses, healing speed, and reflexes are uniquely enhanced by his exposure to Lazarus Pits. Despite his persona of being quick to anger, he's a masterful tactian and manipulator.

Cass Cain:

The only candidate who does not kill. Her combat prowess exceeds all other candidates and is rarely defeated in battle. Her eerie silence, ability to read others far more accurately than even psychics, and her stealthiness lead her existence to being more of a feared rumor than a confirmed sighting.

Tim Drake:

While he can defeat a range of opponents in combat, his strength lie in the plots he enacts anonymously. He is skilled in plucking strings and dominoes to create the outcomes he desires. Other abilities include hacking, combat, stealth, disguises, and manipulation. For any battle he prepares for, he rarely loses. Only a small handful of his crimes can be proven to be caused by him.

Steph Brown:

She is skilled in deflection, disguises, social circumstances, combat, and observations. Brown utilizes a variety of personas to distract her victims and lead them astray. She's deadly, but hides this aspect well.

Duke Thomas:

A daring and charismatic leader of a meta rights movement. His group has committed various crimes in their pursuits. He is the only born meta of the group, extremely skilled in utilizing his powers, decisive in outcomes, skilled in combat, and ruthless to prejudice. He can be charming and is extremely emotionally intelligent, which is a skill he uses to subtly influence others.

Damian Al Ghul:

Due to his high kill count, special permission has been given to allow the sixteen year old to be entered into the program. He's exceptionally skilled in all weapon combat but primarily uses swords and knives. He's astute and can utilize his age as a finely tuned weapon to infiltrate, distract, or disappear. He has experience with leading, murder for hire, and complex missions.

Alfred Pennyworth:

A formidable marksman and retired serviceman for MI6. His skills with all styles of guns, acting abilities, unflappable manner, medic training, vehicle maneuverabilites, and sharp tongue aid him in any supportive role. Although he is unlikely to assist on field, he will provide necessary background aid.

Tim and Barbara, in this AU, have both grudges and respect for each other. Tim does not match Barbara's computer skills, but he's a far better foe to her than most. Usually, Tim has a policy to bow out when Barbara is involved or find a way to hide his involvement from her.

Bruce doesn't know Damian is his biological son. Damian hopes to keep him in the dark. Dick, due to his training with blood scents, is the first to know about their relationship. This only occurs after Bruce and Damian get injured on separate missions and Dick makes the connection.

Jason and Damian both have tried to kill Tim. Because Tim seemingly can't die to their attacks, the two have made a game out of trying to kill Tim whenever they see him. Jason and Damian do not know the other also does this. Jason refers to Tim as a "cockroach-like bastard."

One of the batkids jokingly refers to Bruce as "Dad" and Alfred as "Gramps" due to their older age. This catches on with the rest of the batkids until it becomes a regular and fond nickname for the older men.

Bruce had a plan to escape with the help of Kate. After seeing Damian (he doesn't know that's his son), Bruce decides he can't leave a kid. Then he becomes fond of the rest of the group and delays his escape plan again until he can escape with them.

Which of the Bats know each other from encounters in the field? Who holds grudges against each other? What led each Bat to become a villain?

As far as background shit, idk.

I might update with a criminal dossier for each bat later

(In case it wasn't clear, this is a batfam meet late forced found family AU)

@hisaribi helped me with this ^^

[scarletbit]

Apricity / bob reynolds

paring: bob reynolds x avengers!reader summary: you offer some sunlight at a dark time. (or, you and bob watch a video of that day.) word count: 1.04k genre: angst, fluff

Bob, Sentry, the Void. They were all one, there was no way to separate them and it you wouldn’t know what it would look like even if you could. You knew you had to accept him as one and you did. You loved him because he understood what it was like to have a part of yourself you didn’t want to have and be forced to embrace it anyways. To have something indescribable be merged with every aspect of your being.

You saw the way his gaze lowered whenever the team asked him if he could ‘activate’ Sentry while everyone was huddled in the debrief room, preparing a plan of attack for the next mission.

“I would if i could control it” he’d laugh nervously.

You heard the change in the inflection of his jokes as he reminded Yelena that he not only had no control, he also couldn’t even remember what he’d done. The twitch in his eye as he swallowed through another one of Walker’s sneers.

You knew it weighed on him, not knowing how to describe it himself either. How to differentiate between the pieces that made him the same Bob that now inhabited the tower, a place that took him time and reassurance to even believe he could belong in.

However, Bob was anything but weak. Your efforts to offer support often manifested in a form of cautiousness that became one of the main reasons for those rare arguments that rocked you both. You knew where he was coming from. You remember the same frustration and helplessness you felt when you first joined the team. How you were treated like a child begging to be left unsupervised by Bucky and even Yelena on those days you were reminded of what you had done and who you had been. Despite your reflexes, you learned to give him the room he needed by simply listening when he wanted to talk about those feelings he could hardly even describe.

You sat with him on the corner of the couch, one hand resting reassuringly on his back, the other trying to will itself away from your mouth (there really couldn’t be two nail-biters in one relationship).

“For the record, I don’t think this is a great idea” you reminded him, keeping your eyes on his face to will his away from the phone screen he held in his hand.

“I know” it was clear he was nervous; it was even more obvious that you were too. “I have to see” his grip tightened, the white of his knuckles offered proof “it’s been long enough.”

The video began, the shaky camera angled up into the sky to reveal Bob. Though not him, not really. Or maybe it was. The black shadow that encompassed what was undeniably Bob’s figure appeared on camera. It was him, of course it was.

The sound of people running became amplified. The screams of the people of New York City overwhelmed even the person shooting the video as they lowered the camera and began running themself.

You wanted to ask him to mute it. For both your sakes. He had to be hating this, and you hated knowing that he was. But you couldn’t. You’d try to convince him not to remind him that he was being manipulated by Valentina and her forces and that most of the team knew what it was like to willingly lose autonomy. They understood him and didn’t blame him. No matter how many times you’d all tried to explain, he couldn’t understand, and he definitely didn’t sympathize with the version of himself who would do that to innocent people. Do that to his friends.

He might not have remembered what he had done but he knew he hated the person he was seeing on that phone screen. You wouldn’t ask him to turn it off, but you couldn’t not say something.

“Hey” you began, shifting your hand from his back and moving to gently grasp the side of his face, compelling his gaze away from the video still replaying on the small screen to your eyes.

“It’s not you” you attempted to reassure him and help calm some of the uneasiness you could feel threaten to bubble to the surface of his already frayed composure.

“But it is” he grinned grimly, the expression never reaching his eyes. You couldn’t disagree with him, not when you didn’t know how. It was him, but it also wasn’t. That’s not a very compelling argument though.

“We have all done things we would do anything to take back, but we can’t, and we shouldn’t” you said the only thing you knew would help, the truth. “We’re here today because of it, we get to help others even after everything we’ve all done” you smiled, genuine. “We did bad things, fine, and maybe we don’t fully deserve any of this but we’re here now” your hands found his “you’re here now.”

His smile mirrored yours, genuine. He didn’t have to say anything. It was you who always knew how to vocalize the unrelenting deprecation that overwhelmed you both, even when you didn’t think you did. He didn’t have to say thank you when you reached over and fished the phone from his grip, throwing it across the couch, far from both of you, as if it was the reason such thoughts existed in the first place. He didn’t have to mention it when you turned the television on and put on that movie you’ve been talking about seeing for months, despite you never having time to do so, what with training and missions keeping you preoccupied. When you turned the television on, he didn’t have to mention the name of the movie you’ve been talking about seeing for months, despite you never having time to do so, what with training and missions keeping you preoccupied.

He didn’t have to say I love you when you fell asleep in his arms on the same couch you helped ground him, like you always do, not even a couple hours ago. In moments like this, when your presence alone shined on Bob’s shrouded clouds of thought, words were both too much and too little to describe the warmth you introduced.

[bie-tch]

To be completely honest, I don't really think Kai will become a centipede monster. I knowww it's sad but my reason as to why is pretty agreeable I think.

Usually, whenever a character is transformed into a monster or just a non-human in general, it's always been about accepting and overcoming parts of yourself youd rather hide. When Zane was revealed to be a nindroid, he learned that the others would accept him as their brother no matter what, and soon enough, it became a strength for him. Literally, he gained his true potential shortly after. He no longer sees him being a nindroid separate to his identity. He went from Zane, a ninja, to Zane, the titanium ninja. He's still him, always will be, just shiny :)

When Jay was turned into a Venomari, it became a reflection of his insecurities, the parts of himself he tries to mask with flashy bravado and exaggerated stories, especially around Nya, who he had a massive crush on. It ended similarly to Zane, where Nya said he would accept him no matter what. Flaws and all. Knowing this, He was able to gain his true potential too. Realizing that being himself was far better than covering it up with glitter and foundation.

Then when Cole became a ghost, it was a tragedy. He no longer felt like himself, no longer saw himself as a person. Instead a living husk of his former glory. But, with the encouragement and unyielding support of his teammates, his family, he learned to accept this new body of his, as inhuman as it was. It symbolized trauma, and the strength it takes to see the good in every bad situation. It carries later into the show, where even though he's back to being a human, the scars are still there. They will never truly go away, but he learned to accept himself as himself, weird ghost scars and all.

Lloyd is the definition of grappling with identity. From being the son of Lord Garmadon, to becoming the legendary Green Ninja, then the ultimate Spinjitzu Master, then returning to simply being the Green Ninja, knowing hes half Oni half dragon, and ultimately just Lloyd? He carries many versions of himself, each with parts he struggles to accept. He’s the textbook case of change: from idolizing his father to fearing he’ll become him. It’s this internal conflict that makes it so hard for him to see himself as anything other than a ninja. While we see him begin to accept his identity later in the series, DR shows us that he still has some ways to go before he truly feels at home in his own skin.

Nya's transformation was also just.. unwanted, in my opinion. It was about doing everything you can to protect the ones you love, even if it hurts you. She's very similar to Kai in this regard, and it's very realistic that they share similar ideals when it comes to how they view their role in the team. Nya thought that merging with the sea was the only option, and faced with Jay unconscious after drowning, she had no choice. It was unwanted change, similar to Cole. This time, however, instead of Nya bringing herself back, it was the others who brought her back. It's a beautiful way to show that family will go through hell and beyond if it means protecting the ones you love.

What does this all mean, however? Why do these transformations matter?

Well, here's an answer. Despite everything, despite the hardships, they all came out of it better. They came out of it having learned something positive about themselves, even though it scarred them tremendously. Think of it like a caterpillar. In order to transform into butterfly, they have to break down and rebuild. In the end, the transformations ended up becoming a reminder to stay strong and steadfast. And it's nice that everyone had a moment like that.

Weeelllll.... not everyone.

Kai is the only one who hasn’t undergone a non-human arc, and that’s surprising, considering he’s probably one of the first characters you'd expect to experience one. With his personality and tendency to hide things from others in fear of being shamed or shunned, an arc like that would benefit him. Right?

This is where monstrosity comes in I fear. And not in a good way.

I think this series will be contradicting what those arcs symbolized. I think it will become the opposite to what the other ninja experienced. I dont think Kai will turn into a centipede creature or just any monster in general. No, not really. And that might be confusing, because In order to survive the land of the monsters, you need to become one yourself, right?

But i still think Kai will be the only one not to undergo a non-human transformation. Not because it wont happen, but because he doesn't need to. In fact, I think it matches the others perfectly. Everyone in the team became a monster physically, but they stayed the same. Same likes, same hates, just with different colored skin or lack thereof. They didn't change, their views didn't change, their morals didn't change.

But Kais did.

And Kai is.

He is a monster.

Maybe not physically, maybe not literally,

But mentally. But his actions were.

And that's enough, isn't it?

[enka-antix]

Thing I find interesting with each Beast Fragments' placement, and how that would influence them.

Smoked Paprika is with the Raisin Tribe, becoming what seems to be both a protector and mentor figure. Using his subconscious knowledge of destruction (aka like when it comes to building weapons and destroying Wafflebots as quickly and safely as possible) to help the tribe survive. And like, after everything I can see Pure Vanilla occasionally asking him for advice when it comes to figuring out structural stability in the Vanilla Kingdom as they rebuild it. But the fact that it's a group effort at the end of the day, and the fact that everyone trusts him to use his destructive knowledge to help others would probably make him more focused and less impulsive than Burning Spice.

Snowberry, despite feeling lost at times, gets to be respected and genuinely thanked for her help by the Hollybereians. Sure they see her ORIGINS as someone near mythical, but as a person they acknowledge that she's just a normal person, just like them. She just so happens to have a calm and collected head in contrast to most of everyone else. And like, they will repay her as thanks! Food, drink, company and help they will provide, because she's a valued member of their community and it would be cruel to take advantage of her help!

Cream Wolf might've (probably) been raised by, well, cream wolves, but ultimately that might help him. He's used to relaxing with said cream wolves, so when he's introduced to society he's probably more open about his thoughts and feelings because he doesn't know any better. And like, I can take a wild guess that he's still wickedly smart, so he'll probably easily find a place as that one person so smart that makes fantastic points despite being annoying about it, aka a COURT JESTER. Even if that's not what he's called. And sure the Dark Cacaoians are a bit traditional and stubborn, but as shown they will listen to those who have good points. So his knowledge isn't being ignored, and is instead welcomed despite the fact that occasionally said knowledge hurts.

And Fondant gets to see a positive version of Eternal Sugar's garden, aka the Golden Cheese Kingdom. Where sure, there is interpersonal strife, but instead of being forced to remain happy Golden Cheese and her most trusted advisors and court members actively work to help figure out what's going on and helping to resolve any conflicts. Everyone there is happy, not because they're in the Golden Cheese Kingdom, but because those in charge are actively working to ensure their happiness! And with it being a team effort, they can support one another and let one of them take a break when it gets too much and they need to unwind. Which, directly contrasts how the Garden of Sweet Delights demands the happiness of its residents, and via the sweet sugary scent in the atmosphere basically forces them into compliance. That, and Eternal Sugar is a control freak with her garden, not trusting anyone to help her rule it.

I am so happy someone pointed out these things cause I did not have the brain power to properly explain this stuff

No joke a lot of this is basically why I put them with the ancients I did and not their own.

The whole idea of this is nature and nurture.

What kingdom would nurture their nature, what kingdom would bring out the best in them.

Burning spice and shadow milk were the two I knew immediately where to put. Burning spice had seen countless nations rise and fall from a position above the average cookie. I wanted him to be in a spot where he worked along side the other cookies to build something new and for him to learn that ones home is precious and woth protecting.

Shadow milk needed somewhere where he could be himself and be respected. A place where people don't shy away from the harsh reality. Where he knows he can criticise and be harsh and people won't turn on him or not believe him. But he also needed a place where people wouldn't treat him like some all knowing god only there to spread knowledge.

Mystic flour and eternal sugar i had to think about a bit longer but finally choose where to put them after a bit

Mystic flour was someone hurt, she was revered yet not seen as a cookie, but in the hollyberry kingdom she is respected and loved, she is a cookie and not a God.

Eternal sugar needed a place where her protectiveness was embraced in a healthy way, her idea of protecting cookies like she did wasn't healthy but came from a good place

[luiluvr]

treacherous — luigi mangione

genuinely spent so much time pondering how to write this out, thank you to the anon who sent the request i really love how it turned out :,) also in my head luigi loves taylor swift, hence the ending mwahahaha

WARNINGS: none, fluff, a moment where luigi snaps from stress, f!reader, kinda (not really) proofread

SUMMARY: After being freed from prison, Luigi has plenty to catch up on and he tries his best to reply to letters from supporters, but between keeping up with them in a timely manner, having a new girlfriend and other things he’s trying to do — he snaps at you.

WC: 2.1k

It had been over a year since he walked free. Through thick and thin ��� it had been endless hours of pondering, worry and prayers to a higher power; unsure if they were even listening. By some miracle, the verdict fell on the courtroom like an angelic tune: “not guilty.” His legal team had spent so much time in understanding every aspect and working through so many kinks that they encountered. But they did it.

It was you he found in the midst of it all, an escape from the hells he suffered through, when he saw you, when he read your letter – he felt like he had found heaven. There was something about you that fascinated and intrigued him. He impacted you equally – the male’s image, what he stood for… Something almost revolutionary that somehow united a split nation. Your heart ached every time something new was revealed about his case, the way he had been treated was diabolical. A disgrace to the country – to the world – to the people.

Strong as a tree he stood, resilient and kind despite his circumstances. Even behind bars – he was such a darling before it all happened. You always believed in his innocence. The mere thought of support made his heart cheerful, even in the strange, various ways people expressed it. He was proud to bring people together.

So, now that he sat in the comfort of his own home, still haunted by the memories of the life he endured inside that prison – he kept a smile on his face and continued to spread positivity, more than happy to keep in contact with those who showed him nothing but love in a time of pain. It was difficult to write back to what seemed like over a thousand different letters, but he kept persistent and worked diligently day in and day out to be sure everyone received a response from him. He was writing a letter back to a mother, to whom he pondered his reply for a few days now. It troubled him more than most letters normally would, considering these types were always heartbreaking. The ways the healthcare system treated families was so dehumanizing. It was a sad reality.

He wasn’t all for the public eye and attention on him, he never was – he appreciated it nonetheless, he would never not be grateful for people caring. It was a rocky process, getting out so many responses. Sometimes he’d get a bit stressed because of it. Today was one of those days, he had a major hand cramp, a slight headache on the left temple and a sudden stump. His fingers trembled, causing a shake through the pen he jotted with; a cramp in his back made him sit up straight forcefully and he glanced out the apartment window – a little break for his eyes.

When sense finally sunk back in and he focused on the paper, you had walked back in from running a few errands. Luigi had been so indulged in keeping up with his replies for weeks. It became a little annoying for you, not necessarily because you needed his attention – okay maybe you did; but all he did lately was write. Day in, day out. He tried not to overwhelm himself with anything else so it didn’t disturb his thought process while reading then replying to letters. Perhaps tonight you would cook something for him, and he could take a break to talk with you. His routine was just: wake up, clean up, read through letters, have lunch around noon, then he’d start responding to all of those letters he spent reading during the morning. He’d grab a snack for dinner or order out for you both, and still be writing.

Sure, his dedication was endearing, however it could be too much on you. It felt like your partner had just become another person in the house rather than what he was before he decided: “I think I’ll start replying to all of those letters.” 

“Hey Lu,” you said softly as you hung your keys on the hook by the door, kicked off your shoes and sat your bag on the couch. He doesn’t reply, just hums something as he writes. You sighed and carried the bag of groceries to the kitchen, then sat them on the counter. “I’m cooking dinner tonight, so we can sit together and eat. Maybe you can tell me about your letters?” You smile, placing some refrigerated things in their place; and all you’re met with is a nod from the back of his head. Shaking your own, you slowly pad off to the bedroom. You had been ready to shower since you got up, while you were out, you went to the gym. 

After, you winded down. Drying your hair carefully, applying skincare and dressing comfortably. Maybe an hour went by – you weren’t entirely sure. You stand, sliding into your fuzzy slippers and emerging from the bedroom, no surprise that Luigi’s still sitting there silently. “Hey, I’m gonna start cooking now, I know it’s a little early but I was thinking we could have a movie night.” 

No response … You continue on with what you please. 

He was hyper-focused on making the best response, and all he heard was the nose you were making. Clanking a pot or two, rustling food packages, popping oils, every sound sinking into his ear drums and driving him nuts. Accidentally, you dropped some tomatoes, they were just the small cherry ones. “Shit,” you muttered, they rolled around and scattered. Luigi rubs his temple. When dinner was finished, you were so content with it, you glanced over at Lu. “I’m done with supper, are you ready to eat?” ...  “Luigi.���

Silence. “Babe.”

Nothing. Again. “Luigi,” You call, and he turns, staring at you. He then rises up, comes over and picks up the plate you were holding for him. “Mhm.” He hums and walks back off to the desk. Like getting a toddler’s attention – the casual span of a gnat of course, Luigi plops back down in his chair and eats while reading another letter. You dine alone at the table, quietly. The only sound to flow throughout the room is the gentle scrape of the silverware on the plate, or small swallow. You offer Luigi seconds, but he denies. So, you take his plate and begin cleaning up – normally he would assist with that, or do it himself if you cooked; alas, tonight he wouldn’t.

Your hands are rushed over by warm, soapy water as you scrub the plates, the silverware, the pan and pot you used. Then carefully wiped down the stove, the countertops and the table despite you being the only one who sat there tonight. You were able to sit down, just let out relief knowing that was all set and done – in the corner was Lu, writing again. After dinner you guys would relax on the couch and watch a series or movie together, soak in life. He was able to enjoy breathing freely again when he’d sink into the cushions and throw pillows – wrap his strong arm around your side as you lay your head on his broad chest, your serotonin bursting out as you burrow in his embrace.

It's the opposite, you don’t lean into anyone, no extra warmth, no company, just you, the couch and the black TV screen you hadn’t turned on yet. You wanted to wait, perhaps he’d change his mind tonight, he’ll set everything aside and come to you. Tuck himself behind your body as he cradles you into his side, cover both his and your legs with a fuzzy blanket, pet your hair until you eventually fall asleep right there so he’ll carry you to bed.

Not tonight.

You take yourself back to bed after TV time – if you even consider it that. The TV stayed on mute as to not disturb your boyfriend’s intense writing session in the corner of the apartment. It only bothered you somewhat. 

What finally tipped the iceberg was waking up at 2 AM and finding the illuminating light from a small lamp on his desk still on. His eyelids droopy, his pen hovers over the page hesitantly, shaking ever so slightly. Luigi was one blink away from passing out.

“Lu, come to bed will you?” Your voice replies gently – there’s no visible reaction from the male. “Luigi,” you repeated. He draws in a breath, sitting up, his back cracks quietly, causing his face to contort in a reflection of mild discomfort. Being hunched over the desk all day is equally worse to being hung over a laptop or phone all day. Which he normally was against doing to himself. He cut a connection with electronics at a certain point in his life, and he swore it was one of the greatest things he did to help his mental and physical health. Now here he is, sleep deprived and ruining his posture simultaneously 

“Please come to bed, you look so exhausted.” 

He tilts his head and continues to write (what you’re assuming is) a new letter. You just missed him, you wanted to cuddle to sleep and know he was there in the bed by you as you close your eyes and let peace swallow you whole. Your heart aches to be without him – even if he is there. You love him too much. 

“Luigi, babe–” “Oh my god, don’t you see that I’m trying to write these letters?! Just shut up for five seconds, I’ll go to bed when I’m ready!” He snaps at you, the tiredness is clear as day on his face. Normally his skin is a gentle tan, slowly losing its color – going pale again. HIs eye bags were saddening and as you stared in disbelief that he snapped at you like that. It’s truly painful to you. You understood he was busy, overly stressed trying to respond to more letters than possible every day. He needed to slow down though. He was driving himself crazy by not sleeping enough and not socially interacting only through letters.

He sat silent after his little snap, he sighs as immediate guilt crept over him and he looked at your expression. Never used to that, he never gets angry or upset with you, he always talks it out slowly, genuinely, lovingly. He had no idea what came over him, but now – staring at you – his beautiful, tender-loving girlfriend who he probably just startled by yelling at – was eyes-wide and arms folded. 

“Baby, I’m so, so sorry – I didn’t mean…” His apology is delayed when you walk off to the bedroom. He rubs his aching face, then combs his fingers through his curls and stands – finally. After hours. He swallows a lump in his throat as he makes his way back to your shared room and leans against the doorframe. “Look, baby…”

“I don’t want to talk to you, Lu.” Your voice is muffled by the way you lay against the pillow – facing away from the door. “Look – I didn’t mean to snap at you okay? I’m really stressed right now… That’s not an excuse though, I should never yell at you, bellissima.” He murmurs, sitting beside your feet at the edge of the bed, his weight sinks the mattress awkwardly. His hand reaches out, lanky fingers wrap around your leg and he gives it a squeeze through the fabric of your pajama pants. When you don’t respond, he clenches his jaw, he has no idea what to do other than to give you attention. He should’ve done it before, never ignored you, he felt horrible.

“I’m so, so sorry princess.” He whispers, crawling up on the bed behind you. He snaked his arms around your waist, his breath heats the side of your neck as he begins peppering kisses right there. All he knew was he wasn’t letting either of you go to bed until you were happy again. He squishes your back against his front. “Dolcezza,” he sighs, “Please talk to me.”

You shake your head slowly, he kisses your jawline. “You’re my princess,” his breath tickles your skin. “I’m gonna make time for you, I shouldn’t prioritize anything else in the world over you, my love. Even cheesy letters.” He says, you turn onto your back and he immediately grins, the corners of his lips turn up, his cheeks blush every time he sees that pretty face of yours. He inches towards you, resting his chin in the valley between your breasts, harmlessly.

He flaps and flutters his big hazel eyes, those flawless lashes – like a new puppy. “Oh fine, you big baby.” You smile, but his smile’s brighter. He leans up and plants his plump rosy lips against yours. “So treacherous.” His eyes meet yours again.

You squint and raise a brow, “Was that a Taylor Swift reference?”

“Maybe.”

“You actually like Taylor Swift!”

“All too well.” He says cheekily.

[obvious-captain-rogers]

Stop im obsessed 😭 i need to read the full fic version of that.

There is something so intimate about caregiving and letting yourself be vulnerable in front of someone. Jack and Dana are the only two people he willingly allows to see that side of him.

Jack picking him up like, "Mikey, I thought you said it was just a cold" and Robby like "I thought it was too but I guess not *big fevery doe eyes*" - and Jack is a little down on himself for not *insisting* that Robby stay home and rest that morning.

Also 100% agree that Robby becomes very physically clingy when he isn't feeling well. And this teeny tiny part of Jack kinda loves it... like he hates that Robby is miserable but he can't say he hates the side effects of it 🤷🏻‍♂️

Here it FINALLY is! I've been working on this idea on and off ever since I got these asks and now we have it! I may have gotten a little carried away with it, but I just loved the idea too much

(AO3 version here)

Robby grimaced as a headache throbbed behind his eyes, insistent and angry. He pushed his glasses up onto his forehead so he could pinch the bridge of his nose, high enough that the counterpressure eased some of the ache, before blowing out a heavy breath. “Lookin’ a little peaked, Cap,” Dana said, her voice closer than Robby had been anticipating and he startled a little as he squinted up at her. When had the lights gotten so bright? “Oof. You feelin’ okay?” She started to reach out and press the back of her hand to his forehead- an instinct born of being both a mother and a nurse- but Robby just leaned back in his chair so he’d be out of range.

“Yeah, fine.” Robby waved off her concern but she just stared at him over the rim of her glasses. “Bit of a headache. Probably need a coffee, some sugar, something.” Robby shrugged and the motion made his head reel a little despite the way he was barely moving in deference to the ache there.

“I can do you some Tylenol and one of the flat Cokes in the staff fridge.” Dana’s mouth curled a little at the corner as she leaned her hip against the edge of the desk.

Robby’s own mouth twitched up and he huffed a humorless sort of laugh. “Deal.” He rubbed the heel of his hand into his eye and she put a supportive hand on his shoulder before she dashed off to grab the meds and the drink.

“Dr. Robby,” Robby blinked up to see Whitaker hovering with his notebook clutched awkwardly in his hands. “I- um- just wanted to ask you about this chest trauma case-”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming,” Robby said and scrubbed a hand over his face before tucking his glasses into his chest pocket, nearly whiffing it and sending them to the ground, but thankfully recovering in time. He only swayed a little on his feet once he was completely vertical and gestured for Whitaker to go ahead of him.

By hour seven in the shift, Robby’s vision was swimming as he checked the chart for the last trauma that had rolled in, Santos taking the lead under Samira’s supervision. The two were an unlikely duo on the outset, but their differing approaches and skill sets made them an effective team. If only he could read Santos’s notes to check her cognition work.

“Alright, what’s the deal?” Dana asked and planted herself firmly beside the monitor that Robby was attempting to work at.

“Dunno what you mean,” Robby said and itched at the corner of his eye. It was dry and irritating him. Probably too much time spent looking at a screen. Usually didn’t hit until hour ten though. Must be having an off day.

“You’re not wearin’ your sweatshirt, Robby,” Dana said as if she were talking to a particularly stupid nursing student. “Combine that with the pallor, the sweatin’, the loss of focus, and a slew of other symptoms I’m sure you’re keepin’ from me,” Dana gave him the stink eye for that one, “means somethin’s up.”

“I take off a sweatshirt and you get all that?” Robby asked, clearly trying to deflect.

“How long we been workin’ together?” Dana asked, the question clearly rhetorical. “I think I’ve seen you take that thing off maybe five times tops.” She lifted an unimpressed eyebrow and Robby sighed heavily. Sometimes he hated her observational skills. “You gonna clue me in or make me sedate you to run the tests while you’re out?”

“Just a cold, Dana.” She scoffed and gave him a look that told him to try again. “Really, it’s not that bad. Minor fever and a headache.”

“That what your labs’ll say?” Robby let out another heavy sigh and slumped in his seat. “C’mon, darlin’, let me check you out. Only in the above board way, of course.” Dana winked at him and he huffed laugh at the teasing. “If you’re okay, you’re okay and I back off. If not, I call someone to pick you up to go home.” Robby’s first instinct was to fight her, to insist he was fine and keep working, but she just lifted both brows and- as only Dana could- went for the jugular. “You really wanna be the reason an already sick patient gets sicker?”

Robby’s lips pressed together in a thin line. “Below the belt, Evans.”

“Left me no choice, Robinavitch.” She held a hand out towards one of the empty rooms. “C’mon. Sooner we get this done, the better.” After Robby struggled to his feet, Santos started towards them but Dana just shook her head from where she’d planted a firm hand between Robby’s shoulder blades. “Go ask Dr. Collins or Dr. Mohan, sweetness. Robby’s with me for a bit.” Santos’s eyes widened as Dana hustled Robby into the exam room.

“You know she’s gonna tell everyone now,” Robby grumbled as he moved to sit on the edge of the bed carefully, head spinning at all the movement.

“Yeah, well, maybe then they’ll let you get some rest,” Dana said and started taking his vitals. He was doing pretty well- good oxygen, pulse slightly elevated but nothing that wasn’t typical of a day in the stress of the ER, BP practically textbook perfect- until Dana took his temperature.

The thermometer beeped and before she’d even pulled the probe out from under his tongue, she was frowning in a way that Robby knew was no good. She turned the reading around so he could watch it flash his temperature at him: 103.6.

Shit.

He fucking hated it when Dana was right.

“Gonna say it’s a little more than a cold,” Dana said and set the thermometer aside so she could gently brush his sweaty hair off his forehead. Although he’d never admit it out loud- at least not in her presence- it felt sort of nice even with the layer of nitrile in the way of her cool hands. “Let me do some nasal and throat swabs, send ‘em off, and see what we’re dealin’ with.”

“Hopefully they’ll be separate,” Robby joked weakly because that was all he could come up with as he finally let his tired eyes flutter shut and his head slump down towards his chest.

“Ha, ha, so funny,” Dana said dryly before she leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the crown of his head. “I’m gonna give you a pass on the bad jokes since you don’t feel good. Stay here, lay down, and I’ll be right back.” Before Robby could say or do anything, Dana helped ease him back onto the bed. Which was probably a good thing since any motion gave him the spins and he wasn’t sure his aim would have worked out.

Robby closed his eyes completely and he hadn’t thought he dozed off- except he must have which was another indicator of how sick he had to be- but when he opened them the lights were dimmed and the curtain had been drawn so that nobody could see into the room.

And like she had felt a disturbance in the Force, Dana popped her head around the curtain. “There he is,” she murmured and came over to the side of the bed so she could pull the tray table closer. It was quick, efficient, and easy. Robby would expect nothing less from Dana. “I’ll send these off on a rush. You need anythin’?”

“No,” Robby rasped out, throat dry from disuse and probably sleeping with his mouth open.

“I’ll getcha some ice chips.” Dana winked at him before she tucked the capped test swabs into her pocket, unfolded a blanket from the nearby shelf, and then tucked it around him like he was a kid rather than a man in his fifties. “Be right back, Cap.” Robby just made a vague noise of acknowledgement before he felt himself slip under again.

His dreams were only half-formed, amorphous things that blurred around the edges and didn’t follow any sort of coherency. A fever dream pure and simple that he had to practically fight his way out of as stimuli from the ER slowly starting filtering in to remind him where he was.

Robby blinked groggily at the ceiling as he slowly pieced together the fact that he was actually awake. And more importantly, he wasn’t alone. Dana was at his bedside, hand on his shoulder lightly. Must have been calling his name, waking him up. “Well, we got a winner, Robby.” Dana rubbed her hand over his shoulder softly. “Looks like you got the flu, darlin’.”

Robby let out a low groan. The flu had been particularly bad for a while a few weeks back, but Robby had thought he’d dodged it. Between the flu shot and his stringent hand-washing and disinfecting protocols, Robby had been careful. But then again, nothing they had was a hundred percent against a particularly determined strain of disease.

“I’m gonna call that husband of yours to come and get you.”

“No, don’t wake Jack up,” Robby said, voice even more raw-sounding than it had been before. “Can take a cab.”

“Not in the state you’re in. Besides, you think Jack’s gonna forgive me if I dump you into a cab like this?” Dana shook her head and huffed a faint laugh. “I do not wanna be on that man’s shit-list. Not even for you, darlin’.”

“Okay, yeah,” Robby relented and lifted a shaky, clammy hand up to his face to scrub at it. And it was an dead giveaway of how shit he felt that he agreed so easily.

“Gonna get Collins to write you a ‘script for some Tamiflu while I get Jack on the line.” Dana helped Robby sit up and take a few sips of some Pedialyte she must have brought in with her and then set a spoonful of ice chips to melt in his mouth. She only stepped to stand in the doorway as she flagged Collins down and tugged her phone out of her pocket at the same time.

Robby felt a small smile tug at the corner of his lips as Dana dialed Jack up while she gave Collins a quick run-down on Robby’s condition. Heather shot him a sympathetic look- he must have looked pretty pathetic for her eyes to have gone so soft- before she gave Dana’s wrist a squeeze and went off to get Robby’s medicine.

“Hey, Jackie, sorry to wake you. I got Robby here with-” Dana’s lips curled up in amusement at whatever Jack must have said on the other end of the line. “No, no, nothin’ too serious. But he spiked a fever so we tested for flu and- yeah, exactly.” She rocked between her feet as she listened, glancing over at Robby briefly. “Okay, kiddo, I’ll let ‘im know. See you soon.” Dana hung up and she slipped her phone into her pocket so she could face Robby fully. “He’s on his way to pick you up. I’m gonna call Shen to come in early and cover so you just lay back and rest.”

“I can go into the on-call room. No need for me to take up a bed that someone else needs,” Robby said and he started to ease himself to the floor.

“Robby-!” Dana sprinted forward and caught him right as he lurched dangerously. “Jesus Christ, I swear you’re a glutton for punishment.” She shook her head but there was a well of fondness there. “Just gonna slip a mask on that pretty face and we’ll get you laid down.” Dana made sure he was steady before she grabbed one of the masks out of a box on the wall. The almost tender way she slipped the loops around his ears and adjusted the nose made Robby’s throat prickle with emotion.

Probably just the fever. Made everyone a little loopy and emotional.

Dana kept one hand on his back and the other on his chest as they made their ungainly way to the on-call room. It really wasn’t much- couple cots with thin blankets that mostly got used for people pulling doubles- but Robby still let out a soft sigh of relief at being horizontal again.

He’d dozed off again before Dana had even left the room.

Robby was sure that he dreamed again though he couldn't have said what any of it was since he didn’t remember. He came to to the feeling of soft fingers in his hair and someone’s chin propped up on his shoulder. His mouth felt clumsy as he said something, though with how cloudy his head was he didn’t remember what it was even just after he’d said it.

“English, baby. I don’t speak Russian.” The voice was familiar, warm.

Jack.

Right, Dana had called Jack to come get him. Because Robby was sick. “Sorry,” Robby mumbled and he turned into the light touch to his hair.

“It’s alright. Do that sometimes in your sleep too.” Jack was smiling a little when Robby cracked an eye open to look at him. Then his face sobered a little and a knot of concern formed between his brows. “You told me you had a cold, Mike.” His thumb stroked over Robby’s temple. “I never would have let you come in if I’d known.”

“Thought it was,” Robby said and shrugged apologetically. When he’d woken up it’d just been a minor ache in his head that he’d attributed to sinus pressure. There hadn’t been any chills or body aches, not until later.

“Okay,” Jack said quietly and shook his head. Though if it was disbelief or just at Robby’s lack of self-awareness and preservation, Robby couldn’t say. “What do you say we get outta here and get you home?” His fingers pushed Robby’s hair back away from his face again. “Bed at home’s gotta be more comfortable than this thing.”

“Low bar,” Robby joked and then let out a low groan at the way it made his head ache.

Jack hummed and he pressed his thumb into the spot behind Robby’s ear, rubbing a small circle there in an attempt to ease some of the pressure. “I’ve got your meds, so we’re gonna get you home, have some food before you take your pills, and then bedrest until you’re twenty-four hours fever and symptom free.”

“Sounds good, Doc” Robby said and leaned his forehead against Jack’s wrist.

“Oh, you must feelin’ pretty bad if you’re going along with prescribed treatment.” Robby huffed a breathless laugh and he felt Jack brush a soft kiss against his forehead before he was pulling away completely. “Up you get.” Between the two of them they somehow managed to get Robby’s uncoordinated limbs to cooperate into getting him upright and moving towards the door. Though Robby was sure it was down to Jack’s arm around his waist more than anything he was contributing.

“I don’t wanna see either of your faces for at least three days!” Dana called out after them fondly and Jack shot her a quick thumbs up over his shoulder, making her laugh.

Luckily, Jack had parked in the ambulance bay so it was just a few steps before Jack had successfully bundled Robby into the passenger seat and they were on their way home. Robby didn’t fall back asleep, it was too short of a ride, but he did lean his forehead against the cool glass of the window despite how the vibration seemed to ricochet through his skull.

Jack came around the car once they were parked in their short drive and put his hands on Robby’s hips to keep him steady when he got out. If it’d been any other day, Robby might have made a teasing comment about Jack feeling him up, but he was too worn out and so instead he just swayed into his husband’s chest and dropped his head onto Jack’s shoulder.

“I know,” Jack murmured and he pressed a slow, lingering kiss against Robby’s temple. “Inside, let’s go.” Jack’s hand on his back was consistent pressure that helped steer Robby inside their place despite the unreality of his fever really starting to set in.

Robby fumbled his shoes off at the door, waving off Jack’s help, and then made his wavering way towards the sofa. “No, Robby, baby, bed,” Jack said and hurried forward to loop an arm around Robby’s waist to guide him toward the bedroom.

“Crumbs, Jack,” Robby practically whined as he leaned into Jack’s side, face tucked up behind his ear.

“I promise not to bring you anything with crumbs then,” Jack promised and Robby didn’t have to be able to see his face to hear the amused smirk that he was no doubt wearing. Robby hummed and nuzzled closer to where he could hear and feel the thud of Jack’s carotid.

Distantly, Robby registered that Jack- who was always so warm when they were pressed together like this or even just held hands- felt cool to him. Almost chilled. Except, no, that couldn’t be right. Must have just been how feverish he already was, throwing off his temperature perception.

Robby startled when he felt his thigh bump up against the edge of his and Jack’s bed. He hadn’t even really felt them moving, though everything felt like it was moving all the time from his fever so that might have been why. “Let’s get you out of these,” Jack murmured and started to gently ease Robby away.

Robby let out a whine and tried, clumsily, to reel Jack back in. He didn’t want space between them. He wanted to just curl up against Jack and soak in the familiar comfort of his husband’s body.

“Robby, sweetheart,” Jack said as he peeled Robby away from him despite Robby’s weak protests. “We need to get you changed. Your scrubs are all sweaty. That can’t be comfortable.” Robby grumbled, words suddenly far too complicated for him to want to bother with. “I’m gonna be right here the whole time,” Jack murmured and he swept his thumb over Robby’s cheek soothingly.

And as ridiculous as it was, the reassurance helped to calm the needy part of Robby’s brain that didn’t want to be left alone when he felt like death warmed over. So he let out a puff of breath and let his aching, tired limbs go pliant as Jack reached for the hem of his scrub top.

Robby shivered once Jack had him down to his boxers, the air in the brownstone feeling frigid compared to Robby’s elevated temperature and the chill of his sweat not helping matters. “I’ll be right back,” Jack said and he brushed a kiss against the side of Robby’s head before he moved away. Robby let his eyes close and he wavered on his feet a little without Jack’s support, but it didn’t last long before Jack was back in Robby’s space, letting Robby lean into his chest as Jack worked a t-shirt over his head.

“Love you,” Robby murmured thickly as he dropped his head down onto Jack’s shoulder so he could burrow into his neck again.

“Love you too, Mike,” Jack said and his fingers came up to curl into the short hair at the nape of Robby’s neck. “How about you have a little lie-down while I make you something to eat?” Robby hummed amiably, already feeling completely drained just from letting Jack undress him, and before he knew it, Jack was tucking their sheets around him so none of the cool air could slip in.

…..

Jack left the bedroom door cracked so that the sounds of him moving around their place would be muffled and Robby could rest, but that if Robby needed anything then Jack would be able to hear if he called out. He took a moment to breathe, scrubbing a hand through his hair, before he padded into the kitchen.

Tucked away in one of their cabinets was an index card case and Jack pulled it down to slowly flick through the cards inside until he found what he was looking for. It was a yellowed card, stained at the edges, and written in the looping handwriting that Robby had told him belonged to his mother, Hanna. He flicked his eyes over the listed ingredients before making a mental list of what they had already and what he’d need.

One Instacart order and twenty minutes later had Jack sitting on one of their bar stools as he chopped onions and potatoes, shredded carrots and cabbage, all while he kept an eye on the chicken so that it didn’t burn as it slowly cooked in the bottom of the battered dutch oven that neither of them got much opportunity to actually use.

He’d never made this recipe before. But he’d heard the way Robby talked about how his baba would make it for him when he was sick, how it instantly seemed to make him feel better even when he could barely prop himself up to eat it, so Jack wanted to do this for him. Wanted to be able to lend that sort of comfort when Robby was so clearly miserable.

Once he’d gotten everything into the pot to simmer and had washed his hands, he moved to the doorway of their bedroom to poke his head in. Robby must have kicked off the sheets in his sleep, overheated, but he was curled tight on his side like he was cold again. Or like he was trying to find some sort of self-soothing comfort. Well, that wouldn’t do. Jack crossed over to their bed and he separated the top sheet from the comforter to tuck it around Robby’s shoulders, stroking his fingers through Robby’s hair, and just sitting on the edge beside Robby’s bent knees.

Robby made a low noise, part hum and part mumble as he stirred a little but didn’t quite wake up. Jack cracked a small smile and tenderly smoothed his thumb over the whirl of short hair behind his ear. “Robby,” Jack murmured as he kept up the light touch, “sweetheart, time to wake up.” Robby let out a weak whine before he burrowed his face into the pillow as if he could hide from Jack’s voice pulling him from sleep.

Robby finally seemed to give up the fight and emerge from sleep, blinking straight ahead at the bedroom before he shifted slightly and his eyes slowly tracked up Jack’s arm to his face. “Jack,” Robby breathed, a slow-spreading smile breaking over his face and making Jack’s chest melt.

“Hey,” Jack murmured and he scritched at Robby’s scalp lightly. “Think you might be up for some food so we can get some medicine into you?” Robby’s nose crinkled a little at the suggestion. “You’ve gotta eat, baby,” Jack said as gently as possible. “I made some soup.”

“Soup?” Robby’s brow furrowed and it was like it took him a moment to correlate the word with what it meant. And then he lifted his head, nose twitching a little before he turned over on his back so he didn’t have to crane his neck to look at Jack. “Did you-” Robby’s eyes went wide and soft around the edges, lower lip trembling for a brief moment, “Did you make shchi?”

“I tried,” Jack said with a short puff of laughter as he combed his fingers through Robby’s sweat-damp hair. “Wanna have it here or at the counter?” He wasn’t sure Robby would be able to sit at the kitchen island, but if Robby felt up to it, he’d make it happen.

“Here’s fine,” Robby said and he pressed into Jack’s touch.

“Okay,” Jack said and he slowly, tentative to Robby’s reaction in his heightened emotional state, pulled his hand back. “I’ll just get it and bring it and your meds to you.”

“Okay,” Robby murmured before he tipped his chin up in silent request for a kiss. And how could Jack say no to that? He ducked down and brushed a chaste kiss against Robby’s mouth and pressed another to his forehead before he stood from the bed. He tapped his fingers against Robby’s hip before he went back out to the kitchen for the soup.

Jack lifted the lid on the dutch oven, using the spoon to poke around and make sure it was done, before he nodded- as satisfied as he could be given that he’d never had the original recipe- and reached for a bowl from their cabinet. It was one of the deep ones so that if Robby’s hands were unsteady he was let likely to splatter soup on himself or the bed sheets.

Once he had it dished out, he grabbed the collapsible tray so he could put the bowl, a spoon, a glass of water, and the bottle of Tamiflu all together to carry in to his husband. His husband who was sitting up against the headboard with his pillow crammed behind him clumsily and looking like he was halfway to falling back asleep.

“I’m warning you now that it’s probably not going to be as good as your baba’s,” Jack said as he moved to settle on the edge of the bed and then prop the tray up over Robby’s lap, “but it’s got plenty of nutrients so I think either way it’ll at least be good for you.”

“Jack,” Robby said and reached out to wrap his fingers around Jack’s wrist before he pulled it away from the handle on the tray. “You went through the effort of making me soup that my baba used to make me when I was sick as a kid. It may not taste the same but the same love is there.” Jack’s face felt warm at the earnestness in Robby’s expression. While he’d never doubted that Robby loved him, Robby had never been the most verbose about it. He was a show more than tell kind of guy. “Smells good.” Robby picked up the spoon in slightly shaky hands and blew on it briefly before taking a bite. He made a contented sound before going for another spoonful.

“Take it it’s passable then,” Jack teased and rubbed his hand over Robby’s shin through the sheet still draped around him from the waist down.

“It’s better than that. It’s good,” Robby said sincerely. His eyes sparked with something before he spooned up another mouthful and then held it out to Jack, his other hand cupped beneath it to catch any stray drips of broth. “Try some.”

Jack quirked a small smile at Robby’s quiet enthusiasm before he took the spoon from Robby’s hand to pop it into his mouth. It was warm and hearty with just a bit of an acidic tang from the sauerkraut. Jack didn’t have a frame of reference for this soup in particular, but it definitely tasted like it belonged in the same family as some of the dishes that Robby and his sisters had made in the past from their baba’s recipes. “Yeah, I think I did alright,” Jack admitted and handed the spoon back to Robby so he could keep eating his soup.

“Only big difference is sour cream,” Robby said absently, like he wasn’t even thinking about the fact he was saying it out loud, as he licked the stray drops of broth off his palm and then lifted another spoonful to his mouth.

“What?”

Robby startled and flicked his eyes back up to Jack’s from where he’d intently been trying to scoop up a piece of grated carrot. “Oh, um, sour cream. Sometimes she’d put this big dollop on top. Made it tangier and thickened it up a little if you let it melt a little before stirring it in.” Robby shrugged slightly as he finally spooned the carrot and a bit of onion before he put it in his mouth and just left it there.

“I’ll keep that in mind for next time,” Jack promised easily and then tipped his head. “You finished?” There was a little broth and some bits of potato still in the bottom of the bowl, but he could tell that Robby was starting to drift a little.

“Hm? Oh, um, yeah,” Robby mumbled around the spoon before he pulled it from his mouth and settled it inside the bowl. His movements were intentionally slow, like he was already starting to feel disoriented again.

“Okay, medicine next then,” Jack reminded him gently before prodding the bottle closer. Robby shot him a withering look at being treated like a child but it wasn’t particularly effective both because he was sick and therefore not at full strength and because Jack had been inoculated against its effects years ago.

Jack handed Robby the water glass after he’d shaken out one pill and put it into his mouth. He always hated when he watched Robby dry-swallow medication. Made his stomach hurt in sympathy. But Robby didn’t argue with him, just took the glass and drank about half of it in steady mouthfuls.

Jack took the glass from Robby’s hand and instead of placing it back on the tray, he set it on the bedside table with the bottle of medicine so that when it came time to take it again later, it would be close at hand. “Alright. Let your stomach settle for a bit and then you can get some more sleep.” More than likely with the state he was in, Robby would be able to sleep sitting up.

“Jack?” Robby’s voice was small and it made Jack pause from where he’d started to gather everything back up onto the tray to look at him. He was met with deep brown eyes that- on occasion- made him forget how to breathe. “Thank you.” It was soft but emphatic. Like Robby genuinely thought that Jack would want to be anywhere but where Robby was, sick or not.

“In sickness and health, baby,” Jack said and shot Robby a quick smile and a wink before he lifted the tray up from Robby’s lap. Robby rolled his eyes, making Jack’s grin spread just that little bit wider, before tugging the sheet up a little further. But not before Jack noticed the tips of his ears going pink in a way that had nothing to do with his fever.

It was a little ridiculous, practically preening over the fact that he could still make his husband blush, but Jack wasn’t always a logical creature. So he had a bit of a swagger in his step as he carried the dishes out to the kitchen, a small smile as he measured out portions of soup to box up for ease of access later and then washed up the dishes. He was still smiling as he slipped back into their bedroom to find Robby settled properly in bed and already asleep again, all signs of tension eased out of him so that it made it easy for Jack to slot himself into bed beside him after he’d taken off his prosthesis like it was any other day.

…..

By the third day, Robby was starting to feel better. Low-grade fever instead of the high temps he’d had at the beginning, body aches lessening, and his head only really bothered him if he tried to read anything for prolonged periods of time or he fell asleep with his neck at a weird angle.

The problem was-

Well, the problem was that as Robby improved, Jack seemed to be wearing down.

Robby glanced up from his book to where Jack was attempting to fold their spare bed sheets. Attempting being the key word since Jack seemed to be just looking at it listlessly for long stretches before making a groggy fold that was really just a crease.

“Jack,” Robby said quietly to catch his attention. One glance at the dazed fog in Jack’s hazel eyes and Robby knew that Jack was sick too. “I think we need to take your temperature.”

“I’m fine,” Jack muttered and waved a dismissive hand. Robby thought he saw a faint tremor there, but Jack was tucking it under the pillowcases in his lap before Robby could get a proper look.

“Jack-” Robby sighed heavily.

“Michael.” Jack mocked Robby’s tone and set his jaw stubbornly.

Okay, great, so Jack was going to be that way about it. Robby took a deep breath before he raised an eyebrow at him. “In sickness and health applies to you too,” Robby reminded him before he set his book to the side so he could walk over to Jack’s chair.

Jack shot Robby a mulish look, but when Robby reached out to brush Jack’s hair off his forehead so he could press his wrist to Jack’s forehead to gauge his temperature, Jack didn’t fight him. And just like Robby had predicted, Jack’s skin was hot to the touch.

“I think it’s time you got yourself in bed,” Robby said and bent to take the sheets off of Jack’s lap, tossing them back into the laundry basket to be dealt with later.

“I can finish those,” Jack protested but it was weak, his voice thready with fatigue.

“Another time.” Robby held out his hand and after a second of just staring at it stubbornly, Jack relented and let Robby pull him to his feet. There was a faint twinge of guilt as he combed his fingers through Jack’s hair- curls twined even tighter with sweat- since it was, technically speaking, Robby’s fault that Jack had gotten sick in the first place. Not only because he’d brought the germs home, but because he hadn’t insisted on some boundaries between them to prevent it spreading.

But it had been hard to even fathom sleeping in separate beds or going without the soft, reassuring kisses that Jack had peppered over his face let alone actually going through with it. Robby was a miserable, clingy patient and he knew it. He also knew- just from the fact alone that he’d indulged Robby’s bad behavior without comment- that Jack liked it. Probably had something to do with the fact that Robby was more open when he felt like shit.

Something to talk about in therapy.

But for now, he’d focus on wrangling a still somewhat prickly Jack into bed. He laid a light hand on the small of Jack’s back as they both shuffled toward the bedroom only for Jack to turn his head and bare his teeth at Robby. “I can walk on my own.” It wasn’t quite snappish but it wasn’t the gentle tones of the past two days either.

“I know,” Robby said patiently and put more pressure behind his touch so that Jack wouldn’t stop to argue with him. Because that was the thing about Jack. Where Robby clung when he felt poorly, Jack pushed everyone away like a wounded animal. A fact that Robby had witnessed first-hand over the many years that they’d known each other.

“Don’t baby me, Mike. I can’t stand it when you-”

“Take care of you?” Robby cut him off archly as he peeled the top sheet back, holding it open, and pressed his fingertips into Jack’s back lightly to usher him along. “Like you’ve been doing for me for the past two days?” Jack grimaced abashedly at that as he sat on the edge of the bed, going through the motions of taking his prosthesis off absently. More muscle memory than anything. “You’re going to lay down while I get you some Tylenol and then I’m going to call Dana about getting you your own ‘script for Tamiflu.”

“Robby,” Jack started to protest but Robby just gave him an unimpressed look. Jack huffed and flopped back onto the bed, scowling up at Robby pointedly.

“Thank you,” Robby said brightly and then dropped the sheet down onto Jack’s chest. He turned on his heel and made his way out to their kitchen to grab the bottle of Tylenol from the cabinet.

For Robby, this was as much muscle memory as Jack putting on and taking off his prosthetic. Taking care of people was just what he did. Literally made a career out of it. He brought the medicine, a glass of water, and a bottle of the sports drink that Jack liked back into the bedroom with him.

“Here,” Robby said and waited until Jack had stretched out a hand to drop the pills into his overheated palm and then pass him the glass of water. “Should start to feel better in about forty minutes,” Robby said reflexively as he took the glass of water- drained save for a thin ring of moisture at the bottom, good- and set it on the bedside table.

“What would I do without you, Dr. Robinavitch?” Jack snarked at him bitchily. Robby just snorted a laugh because they both knew that Jack’s bark was worse than his bite. Especially when he was in pain or not feeling well. “However can I repay you for your sage medical advice?”

“Could always leave me a good patient satisfaction score,” Robby joked and moved to unstick Jack’s sweaty hair from his forehead. “Get Gloria off my back for a bit.”

Jack groaned dramatically and pulled the sheet around himself tightly as if it were a shield. “I thought that we promised not to invite the bad energy of invoking the name of admin into our home. Was somewhere in the wedding vows, I swear.”

“My bad,” Robby said and he swiped his thumb over Jack’s temple. “Get some sleep.”

“Don’t tell me what to do,” Jack muttered around a jaw-cracking yawn. He sounded like he was already halfway to being asleep so Robby just gently pulled back before making his way out of their bedroom. There wasn’t much to tidy up but Robby finished with the sheets, unfolding the bad job of it that Jack had done, and tucked them into the laundry basket to be put away later. Then he fished his phone out of the pocket of his shorts to call Dana.

After two short rings, she picked up. “I thought I told you that I didn’t want to hear from you for three days.”

“Well, hello to you too, sweetheart,” Robby quipped before continuing before she could cut him off. “Firstly, you said you didn’t want to see my face and since this is a phone call, you aren’t. Secondly, it’s been three days.”

“Anyone ever tell you that you’re a pain in the ass?” Dana asked flatly.

“Not today,” Robby said and made sure that Dana could hear the smirk that was pulling up one side of his mouth.

“Obviously you’re feelin’ better,” Dana’s voice was dry but there was an underlying fondness. “So what’re you botherin’ me for?”

“Need to call in a ‘script for Tamiflu.” Robby said and shifted his phone to his other ear. He heard Dana sigh down the phone, coming to the exact right conclusion like she always did.

“Abbot’s sick too then.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yup,” Robby said, popping the p a bit. “Given him some Tylenol and bundled him off to bed for some rest. Meds’ll help speed things along though.” There was a touch of pleading that Robby knew wasn’t necessary but figured couldn’t hurt.

“He already gettin’ prickly?” Dana asked, the note of amusement back to her voice. Robby just hummed an affirmative and tried not to take it personal when Dana laughed at him. “Alright. I can put it into your regular pharmacy so you can have it delivered to your place. Don’t need you goin’ out and gettin’ worn out tryin’ to be a big hero.”

“Thank you, Dana,” Robby sing-songed playfully just to hear her laugh at him again. She did, loud enough that she pulled the phone away to not blow out his ear. “I knew you loved me.”

“Of course I love you, dumbass.” Dana’s voice was warm. “I’ll get that put in for you. You just focus on gettin’ the two of you better so you can get back here and wrangle these damn kids.”

“Is everything-?” Robby started to ask, brows drawing together, before Dana made a noise like a buzzer going off.

“Nope. Not talkin’ about work until you’ve finished your meds and are symptom and fever free for twenty-four hours,” she reiterated firmly. “Give Jackie a kiss from me if he’ll let you get close enough.”

“Will do,” Robby promised and then rubbed at the corner of his eye. He could already feel the slow drag of fatigue reminding him that he wasn’t fully recovered yet. “I’ll see you in a couple days then.”

“Get some rest, Cap.” He hummed a soft acknowledgement before they said their goodbyes and Robby hung up the phone. He glanced around the kitchen to make sure everything was settled before he cast a longing look towards the bedroom door where Jack was sleeping just on the other side.

He thought about crawling into their bed and pressing his nose against the back of Jack’s neck despite the way he would be sweaty and putting out heat like a furnace. Something in him wavered for half a second before he made his way over to the couch, knowing it would be better so that they didn’t keep passing germs back and forth until Jack had some meds in his system but also hating it just a little.

…..

Two more days had Robby changing the sheets again- even with meds in his system, Jack had sweat through them twice- while Jack scrubbed down in the shower. He’d just finished with the tucking the edges in when Jack shuffled out of the bathroom on his crutches. “Perfect timing,” Robby said and shot Jack an easy smile as his eyes flickered down to map across Jack’s shoulders and chest before bouncing back up to his face.

“Easy, tiger,” Jack said with a smirk, though it was a bit ragged at the edges. “Not quite sure we’re there yet.” Robby felt his face flush hot but he just rolled his eyes and stepped out of Jack’s way so he could sit on the edge of the bed when he got there.

“About that,” Robby said and he tucked his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Was thinking that if you were on the upswing that I should get back to the Pitt tomorrow.”

Jack nodded and he didn’t seem to be put-out by the suggestion. “Makes sense.” He tucked his crutches between the headboard and the bedside table so they were within reach. “You don’t need to babysit me, Robby. I can set alarms for my meds and I know how to hydrate and sleep without you watching me.” He shot Robby a fondly exasperated look.

“Yeah, alright,” Robby said and he moved to stand between Jack’s spread knees. “Sue me for hovering around my husband when he’s not feeling well.”

“Considering it,” Jack teased as he set his hands at Robby’s hips and tipped his head up to smile at him crookedly. “I’d give you a kiss but we really don’t want to keep up this game of germ tennis.”

“Yeah, best not,” Robby said quietly and he brushed the backs of his fingers against the corner of Jack’s mouth tenderly. He must have shaved after his shower because instead of the rasp of stubble, it was smooth skin beneath Robby’s touch. “If you need me tomorrow-”

“Which I won’t,” Jack cut in as he tipped his head into Robby’s hand.

“But if you do, you’ll call me, right?” Robby asked and felt a small frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Can be back in less than twenty.”

“If it will make you feel better then yes, I will call you if I need you,” Jack promised sincerely, no hint of teasing in his voice.

“Good,” Robby said and he ducked down to press a quick kiss to the top of Jack’s head. “I’ve already called in dinner at that Thai place, should be here any minute.” Robby swept his thumb over Jack’s cheek one last time before he stepped away to grab the basket of their dirty clothes. Couldn’t hurt to do a quick load of work laundry before bed.

“Hey,” Jack’s voice was quiet but it still stopped Robby in his tracks from where he’d been about to head to their utility room. Robby raised an eyebrow when Jack seemed to hesitate. “I know-” Jack frowned and took a deep breath. “I know I don’t make it easy. To take care of me. But I… I appreciate you trying anyways.” His voice was strained, like the words were physically being dragged from his throat.

“How much did that hurt to admit?” Robby asked and cocked his head teasingly.

“Would almost rather have my leg blown off again,” Jack quipped and shot Robby a crooked smile. “I mean it though.” His eyes were all dark and earnest and vulnerable in a way that Robby knew that Jack hated to be sometimes. Most times. At least when it was directed at himself rather than something they shared.

“Yeah,” Robby said quietly, his shoulders softening as he shot Jack an easy smile. “I do, Jack.” Jack nodded, the tips of his ears turning a little pink, and ducked his head. Robby turned to go, giving Jack a moment to breathe and resettle, before tossing a load of scrubs into the wash and waiting for dinner to show.

It hadn’t been a fun experience- the flu never was- but there was a sort of contentedness that had come over Robby at just the simple act of exchanging care with Jack. It was a type of intimacy that was entirely removed from sex but still felt as if it had tied Robby and Jack closer even though most days it felt like there wasn’t any daylight between them to start with. They would still have their issues, their clashes, but if Robby could remind himself to take a breath and remember how he felt at this moment, he felt confident that they would be just fine.

[ariesladyx02]

Ushijima Wakatoshi - Flustered

Masterlist

-ONESHOT-

Word count: 1136

Warning: None

Genre: Fluff, a bit of jealousy?, teensy bit suggestive

Ushijima Wakatoshi was not one to show his emotions.

He always has this stoic expression that makes people wonder what he could be going through his mind all the time.

You are Coach Washijo's one and only granddaughter and you are dating his ace for a few months now. Your relationship with Ushijima was not like what other couples have. He isn't keen on public displays of affection as you are but you know he cares for you in his own way. He isn't as doting as you would like him to be but you love him all the same.

Despite being in a relationship with one of Japan's best volleyball players, you are not sporty yourself. You don't play any outdoor sports but instead excelled on indoor ones. You took a liking to games that involves vocabulary and such.

Even though you don't share the same passion, you surely support each other.

You came to every game and cheered for him with all your heart just as he came to yours and silently watched from the crowd. He has a menacing aura that intimidates those that look at him. At first you were intimidated yourself, but now that you are close with him and you got to know him better, you found out that he was just a big softie underneath that intimidating face.

Your grandfather invited you to watch today's practice so he can show you how the team improved since the last time you watched.

Coach Washijo was indeed very proud of his team and he likes to show it off to you. You happily complied because other than it'll make your grandpa happy, you absolutely love watching Ushijima in action. He just looks so irresistible whenever he gets serious in playing. Well, he was always serious even off the court and you wanted to see him get flustered for once so you thought of an idea to make him just that.

You arrived at Shiratorizawa's gymnasium just as the team was beginning their stretches. All eyes were on you when you stepped foot inside. You first greeted your grandfather and the other players, purposely saving Ushijima for last. The boys' faces were tinted with a healthy red when they saw your lovely figure enter their gym.

You ask why?

You were wearing a tight, sleeveless version of their jersey and very short shorts that's why.

Your outfit hugged your body in all the right places and it was driving them nuts. You wearing that damned shorts wasn't exactly helping either. They can see the perfectly round shape of your bum and boy was it hot.

You walked towards Ushijima and hugged his arm, slightly pulling him down to kiss him on the cheek. You then pushed your bosom further into his arm while looking at him with those big, round, alluring eyes of yours. The others who were watching blushed heavily while witnessing the scene before them. "Hey baby. Were you about to start practice?" You searched his face for a sign of him being flustered but you can't see any.

Was your idea really not working?

He just grunted in response and made an attempt to free his arm from your grip. You complied and let him go. This was your last chance of finding out what he looked like when he's flustered. You weren't about to let this opportunity pass by.

You took a few steps back and slowly twirled, showing off your outfit to the boy before you. "Do you like it Toshi? I had it made personally for me to wear during your matches! Isn't it cute?" You even made a few poses to show off your chosen wardrobe. You ended your mini fashion show with a cute smile and a wink directed to Ushijima.

He wasn't even fazed.

No matter how many sexy poses you strike in front of him, he just wasn't affected by it.

Was he not interested in you as a woman?

You looked back to where the team was and almost all of them adorned flushed faces, some even had a nosebleed. Tendou was looking at you with a teasing smile and threw a thumbs up your way. Feeling defeated, you made your way to the bench area and sat down with a pout. You crossed your right leg over the left and made sure to give them a good view of your long, flawless legs. You even crossed your arms and put them right below your chest in an attempt to somehow make it look like your pushing them up.

You avoided looking at Ushijima's way for awhile when you felt a cloth being draped over your sulking form. You glanced upwards and saw your boyfriend with a faint red brushing over his cheeks albeit still with a stoic expression. "You shouldn't be careless to dress like that inside a room full of boys." He then turned around and started walking back to his team.

Your mouth was left agape. You couldn't believe it. After all this time, it actually affected him! You finally realized that he only ever show other expressions when around you.

Almost dropping the jacket he put atop your shoulders, you ran up to him and gave him a tight back hug. "Awww! Were you actually jealous of them looking at me? You better be more possessive then."

"No I wasn't. Why would I be? They all know you're my girlfriend."

You can't help but tease him because this was the first time you saw a hint of a blush adorning his handsome face. You kept your arms around him even when he turned around and you shot him a cheeky grin, pushing your chest closer to his in a teasing manner. He seemed surprised for a moment and did the unexpected. He placed his right hand on your chin, lightly pulled your face close to his and kissed you right in front of the whole team, not to mention your grandfather.

Taking advantage of you being unable to move due to the shock, he pressed his lips harder onto yours and ever so slightly grazed his tongue on your mouth. You let out a squeak and slightly pushed him away. He took a step back and looked at you before finally walking away. You just can't believe what happened. You were snapped out of your daze when you hear a cough, you searched for the source and it was your grandfather. Upon realizing that, your face became beet red and you quickly looked around to see if anybody else saw that.

To your horror, they did.

Embarrassed, you hurriedly went back to your seat and hid your red face behind the big jacket of your lover. Teasing him like that definitely was a success and you can't wait to do it again.

[just-wrting]

Secret Admirer

Title: Secret Admirer

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: You've been trying to figure out who keeps leaving you little notes and gifts. Despite everyone else knowing, you keep denying the obvious answer.

Word Count: 1721

Master List

A/N: This will probably be the only thing I write for Reid. I'm not super into him but when the List Randomizer spat out secret admirer I weirdly thought of him. I plan on trying to write a bunch of different characters from a bunch of different fandoms. Just whoever pops into my head I guess. Two will probably be posted Friday.

You aren’t sure when you noticed it. Maybe it was the fact that your desk was always clean. Maybe it was the little extra things that started to appear. Slowly but surely, you realized you had someone who was leaving you gifts and notes. You had a secret admirer.

Despite your efforts, no one on the team would say anything. For several weeks, you pressed the issue with the other BAU members, yet no one cracked. In fact, you were teased about being unable to figure it out. How could a member of the BAU not figure out their mystery admirer?

“Come on Garcia! I know you know. You have to tell me,” you plead with the tech genius. “You’ve literally been avoiding me. I know you know.”

She lets out a squeak before running to the safety of her lair. Morgan is giving you a smirk and shaking his head. Despite your scowl, he chooses to tease you.

“Come on, (L/N), can’t you figure it out? Who could be this mystery man leaving you gifts and fancy letters?” He laughs as he pokes the latest gift, a small stuffed version of your favorite animal.

“Hey, leave my new son out of this. What did he ever do to you?” you grumble, pulling it closer to you. “I didn’t even realize someone remembered such a little detail.”

“Maybe that means it’s been a long time crush.”

At that moment, Reid sets his bag down and takes a seat at his desk. You think you see Morgan’s grin get wider, but it’s hard to tell given how wide his smile usually is. It’s a picture perfect smile.

“That’s a relatively cute stuffed animal. I’ve actually been reading up on that one recently if you’d like to know more,” he offers. “Only if you’re interested of course.”

Reid gives you his charming boyish smile. It goes well with demeanor and you can’t help but find it cute.

“As long as you’re willing to leave out the creepy facts. I don’t even remember telling anyone my favorite animal,” you say with a smile. “Who would remember such a little detail?”

Morgan chimes back in, “Maybe someone with a perfect memory. Like what the kid has.”

You sigh. “Reid seems to like highly intelligent women with PhDs. I may be smart, but I’m not smart enough.”

Before anyone can protest, Hotch calls you all to the conference room for a case. While you’re sure Reid is nice enough to help whoever has a crush on you, you doubt you’d be his type. Maybe Reid is the perfect person to question about the mystery man.

—-

“Reid, (L/N), you two stay here and look through the papers,” Hotch orders before leaving the precinct.

You frown. What’s the point of having you here? Reid can read faster than you can. It’s almost like you’re just here for moral support in case he gets tired.

“Well now I feel useless,” you groan. “What am I even supposed to do?”

Reid doesn’t look up as he speaks. “Maybe today you’re our mascot. After all, mascots are supposed to be cute.”

You roll your eyes and try not to laugh. “Not all mascots are cute. Recognizable is definitely more important than cute. Besides, am I really that cute?

“I meant to say that compared to Morgan, you’re cute.” Reid buries his head further into the papers.

You ponder for a moment. “Well, you’ve got some charm. Morgan has the charm of he’s good with women so that’s why he gets hit on. Hotch is mature and a leader so that’s why women are into him. You’re cute though. You’ve got this soft sort of shyness that makes you adorable.”

You don’t catch Reid’s reply. His face is completely hidden behind various files. Maybe he’s just embarrassed, given that he’s always been a bit bad with taking compliments. That doesn’t stop you from thinking that it’s adorable.

“Speaking of your charms. I like the fact that you’ve got a good memory. You wouldn’t happen to know who’s got a crush on me, would you?”

He doesn’t look up. “I can pass along a message if you’d like.”

“Well then, I suppose you should tell this guy to ask me out. I can say for certain that if he’s this considerate, that he’s already got my interest.”

“I’ll do that,” he mumbles before handing you a file. “Take a look at this. I think I’ve found what we’ve been missing.”

—-

You peer into the lecture hall. It took some convincing, but you have successfully dragged J.J. to one of Lewis’ classes. You gesture vaguely into the room.

“See! That’s what normal Reid is. Dorky jokes, random facts, and the rambling on for ages is what makes him Reid. That’s not what he’s like around me anymore,” you hiss.

She makes a face and shakes her head. “So you have a different Reid? I don’t think he’s been replaced (L/N). Maybe you’re thinking about it too hard.”

You scoff. “No I’m not. Reid just seems so nervous around me. Did I do something? He barely looks at me anymore.”

With a shrug, she leads you away. “Have you tried asking him?”

You toss your empty coffee cup in a trash can. Part of you wants to throw up your hands and be done. Why is everyone treating this like it’s normal? No one is giving you any answers.

“Of course I have J.J. It would be weirder if I hadn’t. He clearly knows something about this secret admirer of mine, but won’t tell.”

J.J. pats your arm comfortingly. “Maybe it’s because he’s your secret admirer. Perhaps you need to ask him out.”

“Yeah sure. I’ll ask him out once I have the evidence that he’s the person leaving me these gifts.”

J.J. raises her eyebrows as she drinks from her coffee. Her face says she has other thoughts, but she won’t press the matter further. Your gut tells you to trust her, but you’d rather not make a fool of yourself. Sure, she knows Reid better than you do, but Reid can be difficult to read.

—-

After reading the latest note, you search your desk for your stapler. You’ve been stapling the date and time to each note before tucking it in your desk. However, it’s missing.

You let out a groan. This isn’t the first time it’s been in the wrong spot, and you’re sick of it. You opt to beg Garcia to look at the camera footage to see who’s been using it.

“Hey Garcia? Can you please pull up the footage of my desk this morning? Someone’s been using my stapler, and today they stole it,” you grumble with a scowl. “Whoever took it is going to get some very strong words.”

As she speeds through the footage, you watch the people who got there before you. At first, you see Reid pause at your desk and fiddle with something. You note that he’s the only person in the office at the time, but after he pulls away, you see your stapler still on the desk.

The next person to stop at your desk is Morgan. He pulls your stapler off your desk and staples his paperwork together as he heads to Hotch’s office. He never sets it back on your desk.

“Garcia? Can you please get my stapler from that idiot?”

She laughs. “Has he been using your stapler this whole time? He said there wasn’t any more in the supply room.”

You shake your head. “You like him so much, you can retrieve my stolen goods from him.”

Garcia nods. “I’m on it. You can count on me.”

You leave her to her planning. You don’t comment on the fact that Reid had been at your desk. If you ask her about it, she’ll just  leave you alone to go get your stapler. This is enough evidence for you though. It’s time to confront Reid.

Thankfully, he’s made his way to the conference room to look for something. You sneak in behind him and stand between him and the door.

“So, what did you need from my desk this morning?”

You watch him jump and spin around. He looks shocked, but quickly covers it up.

“I’m not sure what you’re talking about, (L/N).”

You frown. “I found out my stapler was missing. Garcia showed me the footage and before it went missing, you were at my desk. What did you do?”

Reid opens and closes his mouth a few times. He doesn’t look at you. His hands keep fiddling with whatever he’s holding.

“Forget about it, I’m sure there was just some trash leftover that you cleaned up.”

He swallows hard. “Yeah. I didn’t want you to have to worry about it.”

You give him a smile. “Thanks. Actually, I’ve been meaning to ask you about something else. The others seem to think I’m just talking myself out of it, but I think I can't put it off any longer.”

You make your way towards him, your smile still plastered on your face. You can tell he’s even more nervous now.

“Reid, are you my secret admirer?”

This time, Reid looks you in the eyes. You hear his breath hitch in his throat.

“What if I am?”

You’re a bit taken aback. Despite the determination you had walking into this, you aren’t sure what to say.

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

Your voice is a whisper now. It feels like some sort of dream. It’s almost like if you talk too loud, this whole thing will shatter and you’ll be left in pieces.

“I didn’t think you’d like me back. Your type just didn’t seem to include me.”

Reid hesitantly pushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“You’re more my type than you realize.”

“Then do you want to get dinner tonight?”

Now you’re the one who's acting nervous. Your palms are sweaty. It’s more difficult to breathe. You can’t help but bite your lip.

“I’d like that. If you’re willing to get dinner with me.”

Reid leans down, and gives you a quick kiss. It barely lasts a second, but you can feel your skin heat up. When he pulls away, he stays close.

“I wouldn’t miss it.”

[thevindicativevordan]

Superman 2025 Review

Once more we are at the beginning of a new shared DC cinematic Universe starting with Superman. Does Gunn succeed where Snyder failed in reintroducing the character for the modern era? Spoilers below!

Short version? I loved it! I give it an 8.5/10, meaning it's not my perfect ideal Superman movie despite my enjoyment. Gunn made some creative choices that I disagree with, but what carried me through those choices was the execution. Everything was tightly focused, nothing felt superfluous. If anything I wish this movie was longer!

Pros

Corenswet IS Superman. Or at least he is the actor equivalent for the modern Superman of the comics what Reeve was for the Pre-Crisis incarnation. He's equally as charming as Reeve just in a human way. He gets upset with his girlfriend, he gets baited by Luthor, he's heartbroken when the people turn on him, he takes a lot of physical beatings, but he keeps getting back up. He never gives up on people, even when he questions himself. But if you've been reading this blog you know I've shilled Wrath as Superman's fatal flaw, and this movie absolutely hammers home on that being the case. Plus beyond all that: he has a personality! He has hobbies! He has a taste in music (which Lois makes fun of him for because she thinks it sucks)! He snarks right back at Lois when she teases him! He taunts the bad guys and gets cocky while fighting them!

Brosnahan kills it as Lois. She is my favorite live action Lois, if for no other reason than she actually contributes to the plot. DCEU Lois was basically irrelevant in all of her movies, with Snyder reducing her to her womb. Not the case here, Lois hunts down leads, acquires evidence (with Jimmy's help), and while Superman is the one who saves the day, Lois is the one who put him behind bars. Yes I suppose DCEU Lois "technically" did that, but here Lois' evidence actually turns the public against Luthor whereas DCEU Lex moreso got taken down because he launched an ugly CGI troll into the city. Also the chemistry between Brosnahan and Corenswet is why I could never date an actor. I don't know how their spouses do it, those two are so horny together.

Skyler as Jimmy is great, and I thought his subplot was hilarious. Needed more scenes between him and Clark though. Man do I hope that Jimmy Olsen series that's rumored to be in the works happens.

Krypto rocks, he's the worst dog in the world but manages to still be lovable in spite of all that. Also him tag teaming Lex's forces at the end with Supes was peak.

Hoult is the perfect modern Lex. When he's with people he's trying to persuade to his POV, he plays the noble demon Lex of Azz perfectly. Voices all the high-minded concerns about Superman being a threat to humanity as usual. Meanwhile when he doesn't have to pretend, he lets the mask slip and shows he is the All-Star Lex. He hates Superman because Superman makes him feel inadequate and always gets in his way. There's also some DCAU Lex there with how he masterminds the invasion of another country simply to manufacture consent to kill Supes. And when he murders that poor man who committed no crime other than trying to help Superman after a fight, you really hated the son of a bitch.

Action here is amazing, it feels on par with Snyder MoS which is shocking. Yes there are a few goofy shots but anyone saying this is on the same tier as The Flash is delusional. Final fight scene between Supes and Ultraman is crazy as hell! Supes taking down all the Raptors felt like the equivalent to Arkham Batman dispatching thugs. I loved the part where he breaks his own arm in order to dispose of Ultraman at the end. Also guys, Superman SAVES PEOPLE, wow can you believe it, Superman actually trying to stop collateral damage and rescue people? Crazy!

Ok I have been on the record as a Dead Kents supporter. I still am - but damnit when Pa told Clark that it was his actions that defined him I damn near teared up. I don't know if Gunn was consciously inspired by that one page from Infinite Crisis, but that is immediately where my mind went. YES Superman is about ACTION, in fact I don't remember the word "hope" coming up at all thank God.

Love the Robots, love the Fortress, so happy we finally got a good version of the Fortress that isn't simply barren hallways or an empty igloo

While I still wish they hadn't been here, the Justice Gang rocked. Even with their limited screen time Gunn made me a fan of all of them including Metamorpho who had barely 15 minutes of focus. Mr. Terrific got the second coolest scene in the entire movie with the attack on Lex's camp. Fillion as Guy was damn near perfect casting, the other two Lanterns have their work cut out for them to match him.

Cons

The Els. Gunn made a big deal about this being an immigrant story, about how it would be Superman balancing his human and Kryptonian heritages. Well not really, it's more accurate to say this is a story about Superman rejecting his Kryptonian heritage in favor of his human upbringing. Jor and Lara are revealed to be shitty people who want Kal to rule over humanity and repopulate the Kryptonian race with a harem. Big emotional moment of the movie is thus Superman rejecting their dreams for him in favor of charting his own path. Now I like Superman to be entirely the creation of Clark Kent, no divine mandate from the Els or prompting from the Kents, but what am I supposed to take away from this message in the context of an immigrant story? "You too can be a real human bean as long as you reject your alien heritage?" Gunn mentioned Byrne as an influence and unfortunately, despite the Silver Age trappings, this is definitely a story that agrees with Byrne about where Superman's true loyalties should lie.

Side note but how funny is it that Waid scrubbed Jor-El clean of all moral flaws because he couldn't handle the slightest moral ambiguity right as Gunn makes him even more flawed than the comics incarnations? I know that reveal had him clenching in the theater haha.

We barely get anything from the Daily Planet crew outside of Lois and Jimmy. They're all great but there just isn't enough of them!

Ultraman is the most predictable “reveal” ever and I still don’t get why the hell Gunn went this route. Everyone knows it’s a clone, we can see it coming a mile away. Engineer was cool powers wise but should’ve just been Mercy Graves or Metallo.

A couple of jokes fall flat, and I wish Gunn had reigned in his humor a bit more. Specifically towards the end when Supes and Lex vent at each other, having Krypto toss Lex around like a rag doll just didn't land for me at all.

Outside of the revamped Williams theme, none of the music really stuck out for me. It looks like Murphy got quietly replaced by David Flemming, maybe Gunn didn't like what Murphy was doing and had to scramble at the last minute? Gunn should've gone with a better composer choice. Did like the choice for end credit theme!

This would've been a stronger movie with a tighter cast focused on Superman characters rather than all the extraneous people included for worldbuilding.

I think the best summary of my feelings is that DCU Superman is like MCU Spider-Man. Gunn made a ballsy, dramatic change to the foundation that is going to turn hardcore fanboys off, and as a hardcore fanboy I don't like it myself. But like with Holland Spidey, Corenswet Supes is great enough in other areas to win me over despite my qualms. This is a solid foundation to build on because the core of Superman is intact enough for me to embrace this guy as Superman, and I badly want to see more of him. Now it's on Gunn to keep building, and on the public to show up for this if they want more.

Speculation/Final Thoughts

Given how the nature of the Pocket Universe was very squarish, as seen with the growth/corruption, anyone else think this was an obvious set up for Ultraman to turn into Bizarro as a result of his imprisonment there? Assuming of course that's where the black hole dumps him out. Or I suppose it could lead to him ending up on Earth 3 as a twisted mirror to Kal. Kal rejects Jor's dreams for him, Bizarro fulfills them via conquering Earth 3 or whatever.

Ok while I don't want Zod for a second movie, the take on the Els here actually does make me kind of want him to show up. A Jor-El who shares Zod's Kryptonian supremacist views adds a hell of a lot more depth to the Zod/Jor friendship that leads into the Zod/Kal feud. What would it mean for Kal to fight a man who claims he's actually fulfilling what Jor would want Kal to do? It could actually beat Shannon's take for my favorite Zod.

Engineer never actually turned on Lex, that surprised me. I'm curious how an Authority movie would work with her given she is party to a lot of evil acts, and even though she's unhappy about the risk Lex takes with the pocket universe portal, she keeps attacking Supes until the end. Lex wanting to form "Planetwatch" did feel like a nod to how Stormwatch led into Authority.

Given Supergirl's cameo at the end, I really do think the sequel Gunn has teased will be an adaption of Johns Brainiac with her and Kal facing Brainiac down. Assuming it happens of course.

Internationally the presales/box office does not look great. This time at least WB has set manageable expectations with a $500 million return instead of the $1 billion they wanted for MoS. It should still easily make over that but Gunn needs to get cracking on the sequel then. If Superman can't surpass MoS, Supergirl won't and frankly none of the projects Gunn has coming up immediately are likely to entice big audiences to the box office. He needs to do another Superman movie to show the audience they won't give up, especially since the situation with Batman is complicated by Reeves.

[couch-potato28]

Imagine being a Blue Lock manager! ⚽️

VERSION XV.

(a/n: literally my spirit animal ☝️guys excuse my colorblindness because wtf is this. ty for ur support, enjoy ❤️)

Warning-none

wc: 0,8k

also: @ttheggrimrreaper @irethepotato @ohagiyoo 🔥

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FROM THE PROLOGUE:

"Congratulations L/N Y/N! Based on your results, you've earned your place in Blue Lock as the manager of player number…

…25, Niko Ikki.”

Oh, okay, not bad at all. His rank was decent enough to pay off your hard work over the months, but you were a bit taken aback by the bangs that covered 90% of his icon, leaving you to wonder how in the world will you recognize him once you two meet.

Still, that being the least of your concerns—happy with your results—you said goodbye to the others, and headed towards the managers’ room to get your stuff before being dismissed to find the boy.

Imagine being Niko Ikki’s manager.

——————

Niko Ikki, who was similar to a hidden gem since he was—and still is—relatively short compared to some of his teammates, made it a challenge for you to spot him out of the bunch. Yet the moment he sprinted across the field in seconds even with bangs that covered half his face, confirmed everything you needed to know.

You watched him play for a while, taking in his strengths and weaknesses all while he secretly did the same, observing you from the field. Before he realized it, practice was over, and in the blink of an eye—to his shock—you were already right in front of him, congratulating his team’s victory.

Quickly moving on from one topic to another by the time he understood that he got his own manager, you were already far too deep into the new schedules, training sessions, and games to get to know each other better. He was a bit nervous by your lively presence, yet silently grateful for how you took the lead and put in a huge effort to be more comfortable with him.

By the end of the day you two were hitting the friendship line, the excitement of a new journey waiting ahead of you.

——————

•Niko who is literally the youngest in the facility means you are extra protective of him—be it on or off the field—which he really appreciates and smiles whenever you baby him.

•You’re the talking machine in the relationship while he barely ever mutters a word, standing behind you like a scared child.

•Everyone would imagine a soccer player to like P.E but this boy? He hates it, saying even lifting a finger seems tiring so you gotta put in some extra work to get him moving.

•Loves it when you time his 50 meter run tho, the only thing he dares to show off. Thinks a lot during matches, and analyzing with him feels like a 2 hour lecture for you.

•Very respectful all while being super cautious of everything. He’s careful not to cause you trouble, and always apologizes even for the tiniest mistakes.

•When you tell him you like anime, his eyes pop under his bangs as he becomes super thrilled to share his hobby with you. Always asks who your favorite character is then proceeds to judge you for it.

•You two also binge-watch a lot of anime instead of resting but he doesn’t mind it. It serves as a bonding activity and by the 12 episode of some series you basically become childhood besties.

•Niko whose heart suddenly beats faster than normal any time you clearly favor him over everyone else. It makes him feel like the main lead in a shoujo anime, and loves to brag to his teammates about it.

•After your continuous nagging, he tries to train harder despite his dislike for physical exercises so you always make sure to get him the best meals.

•Also, SNACKS. He lives for it when you secretly hide a bag of crisps or an extra protein bar inside his bag, risking your career just so he could munch on them—it means the world to him.

•Both of you try to stay indoors 24/7—excluding outdoor matches—rarely ever going out of the building, avoiding fresh air like the plague. (very healthy might I say)

•He focuses and trains hard for the U20 match, carefully noting down each suggestion you give him. Decides to cut off from the sneaky treats as well even tho it breaks his heart.

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AFTER THE U20 MATCH…

•Niko’s dream changes from being a striker to playing as a defender for his team. You, still not convinced about his sudden decision, talk his ear off each night causing the boy to shake you by the shoulders, and reveal his full face after a week of endurance.

•“Look me in the eyes! Do you think I’m joking?” he asks, followed by dead silence as you are too busy admiring his turquoise eyes, forgetting what he was even talking about.

•Refuses to show them ever again but from that day onwards, he’s often seen wearing cute hair clips you randomly put in his hair. The team teases him nonstop, and he just quietly mutters, “Shut up,” to everyone, refusing to take them off.

•Everyone knew he could be savage, but after joining the Ubers? He’s a menace during matches, dropping off roasts in the middle of a game as he steals the ball from the opponent.

•You practically have to put a hand on his mouth, or use tape to keep him from throwing in another shade before they report him for verbal harassment.

•Gets along with his new team quite well, the seniors take great care of the boy, making you feel at ease. He also loves to tell you the story of how they initially planned to dye Barou’s hair pink but decided against the idea, in case he beat them up.

•Starts to actually take training seriously, a hint of enjoyment hidden during practices. You make him do a bunch of exercises, upgrading his physique along with his vision on the field.

•He doesn’t let you make him do photoshoots, but interviews are fine. Nothing can go wrong as long as you don’t let him handle his own social media account because it’s guaranteed to get banned within 24 hours.

[rouxenne]

PET Pokémon: Skizz

Boltund, Swoobat, Audino, Hydreigon, Braviary

“--for the third year in a row, Unovan gym challenger Skizz Leyman has been voted ‘Most Likely to be a Legendary Pokemon’s Chosen’. Our reporters reached out to Leyman to ask his thoughts on being the recipient of this award so many times, but have heard nothing but Kricketot chirps in response. In other news, the award of ‘Most Promising Champion’ goes to--” ~Battle City TODAY

Skizz is a bit more separate from Gear Station than Impulse, because he actually works a second job in Pokemon Center management. Most of his day-to-day life is spent in an office making sure Pokemon Centers around the region are properly supplied and maintained, while every moment of his free time is spent managing and battling in Gear Station with Impulse. He takes no breaks but he loves everything he does, so he finds ways to make it work. 

Skizz was meant to be on the subway line that disappeared. Although it wasn’t a battle line, the Subway Bosses are sometimes expected to make appearances on the casual transportation lines to ensure that they’re running smoothly. A Pokemon Center’s machinery had begun to malfunction with no discernible cause, leading Skizz to stay at his job late and miss his scheduled shift at the station–missing the disappearance of the train entirely. 

This information was quickly leaked to the public, leading to mixed rumors and controversy. While Nimbasa City residents worry that it was an attack targeting Skizz, people and the press from around the region have begun to whisper that it was some form of inside job, and that Skizz knew it was going to happen in advance.

And Skizz? Well, Skizz isn’t quite sure that he’s doing what’s right in either of his jobs, anymore.

Skizz’s team is a combination of healthcare and battle. 

Boltund was given to Skizz as a Yamper when he was young, and gets along brilliantly with Impulse’s Houndoom. He is able to easily outpace almost any train using the energy from the cables lining the subway tunnels, and knows the full network and individual routes by heart thanks to his wanderings.

Swoobat was Skizz’s second pokemon, caught soon after he began the gym circuit. Based on Skizz’s ties to the Heart Foundation from Secret Life, Swoobat is a bit of a trickster even when he means well. He loves to startle others using his signature move Heart Stamp, shocking them out of bad moods and soothing tensions between people. Secretly, he’s rather proud of the hidden marks he’s left from the imprint of his nose on every train that passes through Gear Station. 

Audino oscillates between being offensive or supportive, seemingly at the drop of a hat. One day he’ll have a moveset of defensive screens and heals, just to become Return and elemental punches the next. Rumor has it that Skizz was once searching for a mega audinite, but nobody’s ever heard if anything came of it.

Hydreigon is a pokemon that few people remember is on Skizz’s team thanks to its departure from his usual style, but–despite its intimidating appearance–she’s really a rather timid sweetie once you get to know her. This doesn’t make her any less of a beast in battle, evidenced by several subway cars that have had to go in for maintenance thanks to her out-of-control Outrages. Challengers have spoken highly over her intense strength, never knowing that she actually just wants battles done quickly so that she can return to the peace and quiet of her pokeball.

Braviary is Skizz’s final pokemon, caught at the same time as Impulse’s Mandibuzz. I couldn’t help but add this pair to the two of them when I was filling out their teams; Braviary is said to fight for others without any thought for itself, is known for it’s physical strength, and is blatantly American… and that’s just Skizz right there. The fact that it’s paired with Mandibuzz as version exclusives is just a sweet bonus. Skizz’s Braviary is not unique amongst its kind, having joined him thanks to their similar personalities. He’s not seen often during Subway Boss battles, as his large wingspan makes him struggle to fly comfortably even in the spacious battle cars. In battles outside of the subway, though, Braviary is a real threat to all sorts of opponents; even more so, with Impulse’s Mandibuzz at his side.