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ilikelookingatthings · 2 years

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Wonder woman 2

I have many a thought about this movie. First is it looks great and it FEELS like a wonder woman oneshot comic. Mind you...not a A comic but more of a B or C plot. But still objectvely fun andcomicbooky XD. Colorful and fun.

This feeling was increased because they would appear and change location too easily at times. Like...forgot how they got that plane in the air so last minute, but how did they return so quickly? Or how did barbara so conviently get to the white house? When did diana double back for the armour? Ect.

Also why did wonder woman destroy the camerias? Everyone could see her! She kept acting lije she was keeping secerts with kids but there were other witnesses xD and we don't know WHY she wanted them to keep it secerts.

Also lowkey highkey my favorite character was that one little girl who got slid in the mall into the plushy. No one Talks about this but she looks EXACTLY LIKE this super hero who Diana has cross over with. I'll follow anyone who guesses her right. And it made me giddy. XD

I think a certain feeling the movie gives off hit really nicely...thought admittedly if I think too hard it can muddy it bit.

For example....teaching Diana not to lie or cheat as a kid was a good lesson and to accept the truth she did not follow the rules of the competition.....but they ARE a warrior race so it felt....odd i guess when Diana was punished for being creative....lije...i'd get if she did not win or if she had less points tallied andshe found that unfair but to stop her completely felt unfair towards HER...and since we didn't get the rules of the competition beforehand it would be easy to watch and just see it as unfairs towards her.

That said i feel extra kudis go to that little diana AND gal because they felt like ththe same person...especially Diana's stubborness later when told she has to give up Steve.

I love diana strait up saying she has been good and saved people and that she just wants this one thing and refusing Steve pointing out giving up the wish. She felt very relatable.

Though they didn't really adress the Steve is possesing another man's body aspect? Like consent aside even it felt....odd they didn't bring up more specifically that issue.

Ikindif felt they chose the most boring outfit of steve....in the 80's no less.

I love the switch around with Steve being the fish out of water this time....love the clothing montage and Diana and him having fun....but it felt like they didn't adress bigger questions a dead steve might have...lije what abour etta candy? His crew of dudes? Does he know about world war II or how does he feel he succeeded in stopping the poison? Did he get a proper funneral?

I feel a little mixed at the implication Diaba hasn'tbeen with anyone since Steve. I love steve saying he prays thats not true because he loves her and your loved ones woukd qant you to move on a be happy. Like...i live steve but they qere together once you know? She has had YEARS and sge is a very open person and she seemed motivated to not give up or close herself off at the end of the first movie.

On the other i definitly felt it was diana's opinion and feelings, and i love how firm and stead she is in what she wants...and shshe wants Steve. XD so that ofset it a bit....after all Steve is a hard act to follow.

I'm not sure how i feel about Barbara. On one hand i like the actress and icoukd tell she was doing a good job....but she reminded me a bit too much of a version of catwoman....and as much as she was awkward....it was kind of hard to figure out why Diana wanted to be her friend...it felt like pity at times. Which didn't feel like what they were trying to go for...and she at least has her dream job and enough money to buy those heels and outfits.

The movie implied her life was getting better due to the powers...but it felt like her issue was her confidence so i didn't really feel the weight of danger if she lost her wishsibce she already fixed her impression in people's mind....and she and Diana JUST became friends.

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also not sure what they wanted me to feel when Barbara was cornered by that drunk guy and then later beat him up. Like..did she kill him or just knock him out? I mean that guy could have strait up raped her earlier so its gard to feel bad for him..so my thoughts were wouldn't she go to jail if she killed someone?

Its not like i know how she felt about it as Diana never finds out about it so Diana saying Barbara trades her empathy or humanity felt a bit odd when most humans and even Diana would want to justify their own wish. Diana was even willing to overlook steve was possesing someone compared to Barbara...and clearly wanted to make a exception so it was weird Barbra didn't use that argument to convince Diana and assumed there wouldn't be a exception for Barbara from the get go despite both of their wishes were before max got the rock.

The hypothetical problem was the escalating wishes. If they had just reversed all the wishes max made they could have kept their wishes. I know MORALLY that wasn't the point....but still.

They could have been a bit better about her actually becoming the cheetah cheetah though.

Maxwell Lord was fun. I like how he was Spanish but changed his look. I love his kid...he's cute....though his motive i was a bit confused about...wasn't he satisfied being rich? Why did he escalate? Like.. i kind of got he was trying to offset the damage to his body by trading parts of people for granting their wishes so it was a vicious cycle. but why didn't he try to justify himself more?

He was still pretty good and i liked his talk with Diana which reversed his thoughts after he saw his kid was in danger....but it did make me wonder what was the point of having those people reverse their wishes...ansifcourse what if you wished to not have cancer anymore? What is the Monkeys palm of a good wish?

Would diana have felt that way if Steve had just been brought back and wasn't possesing someone.

I loved the way diana and steve parted. It echoesthat little girl in the beginning and shw didn't want to give him up....hurt my heart...though how she learn how to fly was a bit odd. I liked when she was lassoing and jumping a bit better even ifthey mea t her powers to ve touched by emotions.

Though one thing that bothered me was Steve trying to let him self go without more of a fight? He DIDN'T have a good life...it was unfair and tradgic. He lived through world war 1. He never got to experience peace and he had seemed to just begib remembering what you might do once the war was over....but he died right before getting to enjoy peace. He didn't get to see diana change the world or know his friends were safe. HE was the one who wished they had more time. He died pretty young and that is tradgic. Alot of people died, old and young in the war and thats tradgic.

I really like him neing the one to convince Diana what had to be done...but i kind of wish she tried clapping back that its not fair and pointing out those aspects and then face his linevasically with her kniwing he was not real and not really back....though anyonenow wo dering if iriginal Steve had aburiel? Did they recover his body from the wreckage of the plane?

I do kindof wish we saw his thoughts though since he was from world war 1. How does the sexism compare to 80's sexism? What about america being less rascist compared to what it was before?

Never really addressed which was a missed opportunity.

Why didn't steve maje a wish whem Max had a hold of him.

I feel like that one side character into Diana and washington tour stuff was a missed opportunity...not for romance but a comedy arc.

I like the void of love in maxwelltrying to provehimself from a young age and him finding out he doesnt have to earn love...his son loves him anyway.

Though what was unclear...did he go to jail? Was everything reverse like it never happened? Diana seems to remember with that hallmark christmas ending with her meetingthe guy Steve took over.

I loved the story of diana amazonian sister who had heldback the world and the implication it was linda carter XD

So over all...i enjoyed the movie....it didn't really feel like it had to be in the 80s to be honest.

And Cheetah was a bit underwhelming at times....though that might be because her rebirth orgin from the comics felt deeper and made her more interesting.

Real important qyestion is this the last we see of Steve...will Steve have reincarnated and she'll meet a new Steve? Will he appear from a alternate earth?

Also....am i the only one who wants a explination of WW II? Or better yet someone point out the affect of Steve dying. The fact is steve's original role wasn't just the love interest....Steve was their in-card. In the golden age everyonewas sexist basically andcouldnt believe a wonan xoukd sucxeed or do those amazing things so Steve's role was be be not only secure in himself but correct thise people a make sure Diana or others were recognized.

As steve is a handsome, intellegent, succesful white guy...he has Clout...people would listen to him or have a harder time dismissing it...if steve isn't there it would expkain maybe diana not being recognized by the world especually since she showed up in WW I...a even more sexist time than WW II.

Sure Diana had Etta and the boys from the first movie....but they made a point all of them had reasons they might not have clout. Generally the world being rascist being one. The big wig that had been on their side was Ares....and is dead so that wouldn't help.

Anyways i enjoyed the movie but also see why there were issues... like the movie is good but the commercial for it was greater in getting the mind noodle dancing. The feelings it brought though...chef kiss. It got me to feel something xD

It also has certain moments that felt line a fun fourth of july type movie. I laughed at steve's line in the plane XD and there wasnt forshadowing but i do enjoy how it got invisable XD

How did Barbara get home (did shw get hone?) and are they still friends? Was Diana fine with potentially almost killing her with electrocution?

mister oil barren was interesting but also...not sure why Max was especially a ass to him? Though now i wonder if Artemis might pop up xD a place was name dropped...all i'm saying XD

Though...as a americanwith limuted knowledge of other countries......is anyone not at all worried we mughr actually think this country is real and not just a DC country?

#Wonder woman #Wonder woman Ii #Wonder woman II #Wonder woman 2 #Steve trevor #Wondertrev #Washongton #Fourth of july #Cheetah #Barbara Minerva #Maxwell Lord #Stone #Rock #Wishes

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justanotherfoolhere · 3 years

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I managed to write something for the KakaIru Valentine’s Week 2021!

Me: I want to write something. Maybe a double drable or a ficlet. Shouldn’t take more than an hour.

Also me: spends the whole day writing a 3k words one-shot. Ooops.

Anyway:

Title: Soulmates (I know, very original)

Rating: T (could be gen)

Pairing: Kakashi/Iruka

Wordcount: 3283

Tags: Kakairu Valentines Week 2021, Fluff, Light Angst, Soulmates, First Dates, Friends to Lovers

You can read on ao3 too!

Soulmarks appeared around six or seven years old. But it was not as exciting as one could imagine: as much as the tropes of 'first words they say to you', 'a cool mark where they first touch you' or even 'matching marks' or 'their favorite thing tattooed on your skin' were popular in books and films, the reality was far less thrilling.

Words appeared on your forearm, but not the first ones they would say to you. No. The words that appeared were the ones they would say the moment they realized they loved you. It didn't even have to be words they say to you. You could very well never get to hear the words yourself, if whoever your soulmate is realized it when by themselves.

All in all, soulmarks weren't that important. They were not reliable and, even if they were, they just made sense when your soulmate already loved you. Not that helping at all. Sure, children loved seeing the words and tracing their little fingers over them, and teachers took advantage of that to teach them proper spelling, reading, writing and calligraphy. Nothing made a kid work harder at writing something right than copying the words on their forearms over and over again.

Adults, on the other hand, mostly ignored them. Sure, some helpless romantics (cough, cough, Gai, cough) still clung to them like a lifeline, but most people just kept going about their lives and never seeking them out. Let life that its course and everything.

Kakashi avoided his like the plague.

It hadn't always been like this. As a child, he liked to daydream about his soulmate as much as his peers. Things got different when his father died though. Grief settling in, chilling his bones and washing away his childlike hopes. Things only got worse when his team died, when he saw Obito be crushed and failed on his only promise, failed to keep Rin safe. Then their sensei died too and he was alone.

He didn't deserve love. He didn't deserve a soulmate.

And a bitter and irrational part of him reminded him that everyone who loved him died. He'd be doing his soulmate a favor if he never met them.

People thought Kakashi was being stubborn or proud when he refused to go to the hospital after a dire mission. He wasn't. Well, not totally.

When he was a kid, the words on his forearm sounded odd yet funny.

Of course he'd try to shrug off a stab wound, the idiot.

Like, him? Getting stabbed then just walking away? Sure, little Kakashi knew first hand how a ninja's life could be rough, but the idea was so foreign and ridiculous. He'd never ignore something so drastic!

Also, it sounded like a funny thing to say when you love someone. Didn't sound affectionate at all.

He was glad for it when he grew up. Maybe his soulmate wouldn't be burdened with loving him (sure they would like Kakashi a bit, but maybe not love him). And maybe Kakashi wouldn't even be present to hear it, since the sentence wasn't adressing him.

Still, he didn't want to take any chances. So, since Kakashi can remember, he stitches up his own stab wounds. Avoiding getting stabbed also helped, but it was near impossible in fights with shurikens, kunais and the ocasional sword.

He figured whoever his soulmate was, they must work at a hospital or be a medical nin. So he avoided both. Seemed like the best course of action.

It was just another day. A common, boring day. Kakashi was waiting in line to hand in his mission form (he was still scribbling some things on it as he waited) and could barely wait to be done with it, so he could drop dead on bed. The last mission was a nasty one and he had barely washed the blood off his face before coming here.

Sure, he could procrastinate it, as he ever did, but now he had five old mission reports still blank and an increasingly annoyed Iruka who chewed him out for it. So he decided to drop the habit and actually hand in this one as soon as possible.

His whole tired body complained about this choice, though.

"I can't accept it," Iruka said with a thinly-concealed scowl.

"Why not?!"

"Well, for starters, you're still writing it," Iruka gestured to Kakashi still scribbling on the form, using the desk for support, "go home and rest a bit, Kakashi. You can give me the report tomorrow," wow, Kakashi thought, he should look really deplorable if Iruka missed the opportunity to reprimand him.

He didn't recall when Iruka went from calling him "jounin-san" to "Kakashi", maybe sometime between their quarrels about what an acceptable form was, but it always made his heart skip a beat. A silly little crush, but Kakashi allowed his heart this treat. It's not like he'd ever act on it anyway.

"Yeah, maybe I should," Kakashi concedes, too worn out to complain. A shame really, he wanted to see Iruka smiling at him for handing in a report in time for once.

He manages to walk away two steps before Iruka calls him again, scowl deepening and something too akin to concern on his voice.

"Kakashi, you're bleeding."

"Oh, that?" He look at the growing blood stain on his vest. It didn't seem too serious in the fight, and he could barely feel it over his generaly aching body, "yeah, I just came from the mission, I'll take a look at it at home," he smiled, trying to look reassuring despite the mask covering most of his face.

"Fine," there was a finality to his tone. Kakashi thought it'd be the end of the conversation.

Than Iruka called someone to cover for him and, in less than a minute, he was up and grabbing Kakashi by the hand.

Kakashi made a mental note that Iruka was fast and could move pretty silently when he wanted to. The blush on his face hidden by the mask.

"Uh, you don't have to—"

"I do," Iruka cut him with his best non-nonsense voice, "since you clearly can't be trusted to prioritize you own well-being, and I'm sick of watching it after every mission of yours."

He let Iruka half-guide half-drag him, not even bothering to keep track of where they were going until he sees himself being pulled inside Iruka's apartment.

"I know it's a mess," Iruka didn't sound apologetic in the slightest, "but it'll have to make do," he gestured for Kakashi to sit on the sofa, throwing some things on the floor to make space, and went to fetch a first-aid kit in the bathroom.

Kakashi took a moment to took everything in. The papers and books thrown everywhere, a few take-out packages littering the floor, the clothes scattered around. It was not dirty, just messy, which made sense with how much work Iruka had between teaching kids and scolding jounins. He probably didn't spend that much time here. Enough to make a mess, but not enough to tidy it properly.

Still, it felt homey. Warm and safe.

"Shirt off," Iruka came back, a serious expression, and motioned to his blood-soaked vest.

"Maa, sensei, at least pay me a dinner first," Kakashi joked, attempting to both lighten the mood and conceal his own nervousness. Iruka didn't seem impressed.

"Fine, fine," he took his shirt off, it landed with a wet thump on the floor.

Iruka's eyes widened for a sec before he recomposed himself.

"I can't believe you decided to wait on a line to hand me a half-written form after you got stabbed," Iruka sighed, pouring antiseptic on the wound without a warning, "whoever let you graduate in Academia is a moron. You have no sense of self-preservation. Or common sense," he admonished.

Kakashi winced at the sudden sting of antiseptic, but accepted the scolding. It was fair enough. Despite the harsh words, Iruka's hands were gentle when he started stitching him up.

"It was not really stabbing, just a tiny hit. With a kunai," He said nonchalant. Maybe Iruka would give it less importance if he did too, "I've had worse."

"I don't doubt it," Iruka didn't look at him, his eyes on the task, "And most people call 'a hit with a kunai' stabbing," he said wryly.

Ouch.

When Iruka was finished with the stitches, he put some ointment over the wound and dressed it. Kakashi insisted it was more fuss than it was worth.

"Just lie down and get some rest," Iruka sighed, "I'll fetch you some pillows and a blanket. Don't you dare getting up,"

"Really, you don't have to. I'm fine, I can go and sleep in my own house."

"I want to," and there it was, the finality to his voice that made clear not even the Hokage could get Kakashi out of that couch, "now stop being stubborn for a second and sleep."

Kakashi complied (what other choice did he have, really?) and Iruka made sure to get him comfortable, a pillow under his head, another one supporting his sore legs and a fluffy, warm blanked tucked snugly over him.

Kakashi was drifting off to sleep when he heard Iruka muttering to himself.

"Of course he'd try to shrug off a stab wound, the idiot."

Kakashi heart raced a bit, the too familiar words sounded weird now that he actually heard it. He'd have fled if he wasn't so comfortable and on the brink of sleep.

His last thought was that he was wrong about his soulmate not liking him that much. He'd never imagined someone could say "idiot" in such a fond, loving tone.

Kakashi's half-baked plan of avoiding Iruka didn't even have a chance to be properly formed. It'd be a nigh impossible task when he woke up on Iruka's sofa, covered in Iruka's blankets, inside Iruka's house and with a very nonchalant Iruka sat on the floor near him with a new take-out bag on his lap.

"Oh, good, you're awake," he said, putting his food down, "Hungry? I bought some ramen."

"I— Ah," he said eloquently, "no, you shouldn't have bothered. I'll— I should head home now. Finish all that late reports and everything," he all but stumbled while trying to get up.

There was a faint, amused smile on Iruka's lips.

"That's okay, Kakashi, calm down," he handed him a bowl of ramen, "you can run away and never look at me again after you eat," his voice was even. It didn't sound like a joke nor a reprimand.

Kakashi accepted the chopsticks offered to him and they ate in silence. there was still a bundle of warm blankets on Kakashi's feet and the sofa was more inviting than it had a right to be.

Iruka didn't look bothered at all for the silence. His face was unreadable, as if he already expected it.

Wait—

"You knew!" Kakashi accused, pointing a finger at him.

"I knew what?" Iruka feigned inocence, then, when Kakashi grunted, added more serious, "yeah, I figured it out some time ago."

Kakashi was stunned by how lightly he said it.

"How long ago? Exactly?" He narrowed his eyes. Iruka put a hand on his neck, a nervous habit.

"Well... I kind of knew since we became sort-of-friends? But I just confirmed it some months ago," he tried to laugh it off, then extended his forearm to Kakashi's field of sight.

There, in neat letters, was written Maa, Iruka, I already said I'll finish the reports! No need for violence.

Kakashi kind of remembered this talk. It was so similar to all the others they had that it was hard to place exactly when this one took place. Iruka had rolled up a magazine and smacked Kakashi's nape with it, saying he would 'beat some sense of responsibility into him if he had to'.

"There are not a lot of people who never hand in their reports and are on a first-name basis with me," he explains, "the 'maa' narrowed it down a lot too."

"...I see," Kakashi was at a loss of words. So his soulmate wasn't a medical-nin like he thought, but a sensei with years of practice in patching up kids and adults alike.

"Yes. Well, I, uh," this was getting more awkward by the minute, "I'll go back to work now. you can take you time before you leave. Eat, take a shower... You can hand all your late reports to someone else later."

Iruka was already getting up to leave when Kakashi hastily grabbed his wrist.

"Wait! Are you leaving just like that? After telling me you knew I was your soulmate for months?"

"Well, I figured you didn't want a soulmate," He smiled, and there was no judgement there, "I wouldn't have told you, either. But, since, you know now, I guess it's okay if you want to put some distance between us," he motioned vaguely to the pillows Kakashi had knocked on the ground in his hurried attempt to leave.

Kakashi couldn't find a good enough answer, so he watched mutely as Iruka made his way to the door and closed it after him.

Days passed.

Kakashi thought it'd be fine. Iruka have handled everything so well. They hadn't sought each other out and, when they bumped into each other, Iruka was polite but distant. 'Kakashi' went back to 'jounin-san' or even 'Hatake-san'. He didn't act weird or sad either.

So why did it hurt so much?

Kakashi felt like he was missing something. Which made no sense whatsoever, because he and Iruka never were a thing to start with.

Iruka was right, he didn't want a soulmate. Never wanted one. The lingering thought that he would hurt whoever it was or that he didn't deserve any happiness present on his mind since he was a kid.

Yet there he was, hurting and wanting to go after him.

He's better off without me, Kakashi reminded himself once again.

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It took Kakashi almost a month to put his finger in what exactly bothered him so much. He came to two conclusions.

One: Iruka was a good liar.

The scene of him leaving with a smile played again and again in Kakashi's mind, haunting his dreams and following him through the day. It hurt, like being rejected on repeat, nonstop. A cruel thing, really, like his mind enjoyed torturing itself.

But then he payed attention to details, like he should have done since the beginning. Like any good jounin would have done. Iruka left with a smile, and it looked real, but he wouldn't meet Kakashi's eyes. And his tone was too cheerful, as if he was trying to compensate for something.

Every time he bumped into Iruka (accidentally at first, deliberately later), he saw it. The hesitance, the too-happy smile, the eyes wandering around but never quite meeting his eyes. The lingering touches and the sad look on Iruka's face when he thought Kakashi wasn't looking.

Iruka lied to him when he said he was okay with parting ways. Lied when he said he understood Kakashi's wish, when he made it so easy to ignore everything and leave.

Two: Kakashi had grown up.

This one should be pretty obvious, yet it took him weeks of introspection to realize it. He had just... Grown up. Made peace with everything that happened. It still hurt, and he still caught himself sobbing after nightmares or feeling guilty, but he knew, deep down, that it was not his fault. And no one would die just for loving him. It was a childish idea.

He spent years pushing away the idea of a soulmate, but he couldn't picture Iruka dying because of him. He knew Iruka could stand his ground just fine and, even if he couldn't, Iruka was far better than him at reaching out for help.

And Kakashi deserved some love too. He blushed at the thought, but he knew he had to tell it more to himself. He deserved it. Iruka deserved it too, if he still wanted Kakashi after the shitty way he dealed with the situation.

Well, just one way to find out.

"Oh, hello, Kaka— Hatake-san," Iruka smiled at him, like he always did, that fake yet convincing one.

"Kakashi is fine, Iruka," Kakashi felt bold. Or at least maybe he would if he faked well enough, "I, uh, wanted to talk to you. In private. Mind if I pick you up after you're done working?"

"I—," was Kakashi delusional or was it a faint rosy blush on Iruka's cheeks? "Fine, you can pick me up here in two hours. Sound good?"

"Sounds perfect!" He grinned and with the last of his bravery added, "it's a date then."

Iruka made a choking sound and Kakashi left with the goofiest smile.

Kakashi's place was different from Iruka's. Tidier, nothing out of place, but with a thin layer of dust on the less used things and too much free space. It wasn't as homey. Kakashi found himself missing the messy couch and thrown around clothes and books.

"So, let me set it straight," Iruka gave him a pointed look, "you decided you want a soulmate after trying to run away and pretending nothing happened for a month. And you want to take me on a date," He briefed.

Kakashi nodded, it seemed like an accurate description. He could unwrap all the insecurities and emotional baggage later.

"Fine," Iruka pressed the bridge of his nose, "took you long enough. I don't even know why I try to make sense of it."

"That easy?" Kakashi was a bit surprised, "I had prepared a speech and everything. Scribbled a half-decent poem," he threw some crumpled papers on the table. Iruka chuckled a bit.

Good. He wanted to see his genuine smile.

"If I wasn't willing to, I wouldn't have bothered to patch you up in the first place," He explained, "idiot," he said as an afterthough, but in the same fond tone he used before.

Kakashi found himself smiling too.

"Well, what about dinner tomorrow then? Anywhere you want."

"Oh, I have a better idea," the smile on Iruka's face was a bit devilish now, "just meet me at my place tomorrow. Let's say... At seven?"

"Deal," Kakashi really shouldn't have ignored the chill on his spine at the evil grin.

"That's your idea of a nice first date?" He whined, his wrist hurting from writing too much.

"That's your idea of good penmanship?" Iruka retorted, giving him yet another blank report to fill, "We are almost there! Just two more," he said a bit more encouragingly.

"We? What exactly are you doing?" He handed another complete and pristine form to Iruka.

"Moral support," he didn't miss the slight jest on Iruka's voice.

Accepting his fate, Kakashi sighed and prepared himself for a night of writing down mission details he just vaguely recalled whilst Iruka criticizes his calligraphy.

"Don't sulk like that. I have some ice cream in the fridge. We can have it after you're done," he used his slightly-less-stern teacher voice. The one he used to bribe the pests to finish their homework so they could play.

"My hand is killing me," Kakashi said with a dramatic flair, "you'll have to feed me, sweetheart," he mocked, making Iruka laugh at both the exaggerate whining and the sappy nickname.

"You're impossible," Iruka rolled his eyes, which, Kakashi noticed, was not a 'no', "Does it mean you'll go to the hospital now after being stabbed at least?"

"Never," he replied with a grin, "that's what I have you for now, right?"

The glare he received wasn't enough to spoil his sudden good mood.

It was fun to write! And can fit in three prompts! (soulmates, first date, friends to lovers). That bit was mostly accidental I swear! It just happened.

I don’t think i’ll try my hand on other prompts, but it was fun! That’s my first time in a writing challenge. Thanks for @kakairu-rocks for the funny prompts and for answering my questions!

Also, you can thank @kakairuincorrectquotes for single-handedly giving me the headcanon Kakashi will never, ever go to the hospital after being stabbed. You’ll have to pry it from my hands now!

Bye. ♥

#kakairu valentines 2021 #kakairu valentines week 2021 #kakairu #kakairu.rocks #my first time trying a challenge out!#yey

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hamatoclan76 · 3 years

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TMNT 2012 Rewatch:"Mousers Attack!"

To start with my little proyect called ¨Tmnt 2012 rewatch¨ in which i rewatch episodes of the tmnt 2012 series and write my thoughts about them i would like to talk about one of my favourite episodes: "Mousers Attack!" (Season 1 episode 11).

The episode starts with the turtles brothers training in the dojo.Unfortunately, this training gets interrumped by Leo and Raph´s constant arguing. Quickly, Splinter decides to stop them and explains to them they shouldn´t take their rivalry so far. I like how the conflict here is resolved in a natural way with Splinter adressing the issue and asking them to do a team fighting excersice.

Usually episodes that involve ¨teamwork¨ as a lesson force the characters to work together by being bounded by chains or glue, or being stuck together in the same room. While i really enjoy these types of tropes, it´s nice to see an episode that handles this theme in way that makes more sense for the story.

Ironically, this causes the turtles to get more competitive between each other: Raph and Leo start teasing Donnie and Mikey for being less good at fighting. It´s a good detail that Leo joins his hotheaded brother in the teasing, this shows he is not above getting cocky like the rest of the turtles.

Speaking of Raph and Leo. It´s very enjoyable to watch them getting along. Out of all the relatioships between the four brothers, theirs its the most complex one. Many episodes are dedicated to develop their conflict and how they start to understand each other over time. In ¨Attack of the Mousers¨ is one of those instances in which actually they are willing to work together, taking their Sensei´s advice.

After the intro, the story cuts to the Foot Clan´s lair. Bradford informs Shedder about his aliance with the Purple Dragons. There is a funny exchange of dialogue between Bradford and Xever with the first making fun of how they are going to make sushi with the latter. This gives a little development for the villains, letting the audience know more about their personalities.

The blue and red masked turtles keep annoying their brothers with not being as good fighters as them. We get a really funny scene with Space Heroes: The mini show adds tons of comedy gold to this series and sometimes it is used perfectly. It´s worth of pointing out that Leo tries to tell them everyone has a place in the team while Raph keeps being sarcastic yet they both have fun at teasing Mikey and Donnie.

Later, April arrives in the Hamato´s Lair looking very distressed. She explains to her friends that the Purple Dragons stole her phone. I love how the turtles inmediatly decide to help her despite she clarifies it isn´t that serious. They really care about April.

Minutes after the turtles find the Purple dragons and demand to give their friend´s phone back many small robots start invading the building. Leo and Raph (Team A) decide to go after the robots while Mikey and Donnie (Team B) are in charge of getting April´s phone back.

Leo and Raph find out that the robots come from Baxter Stockman, an antagonist they met in episode 5. He tells them that the robots are named MOUSERS and he is going to used them to steal things. He sprays the two turtles with a spray that makes the MOUSERS follow them wherever they go.

What follows are some very funny scenes with each team trying solve their problem without requiring the other team´s help: They are afraid of admitting they need help and being teased.

It´s worth of noting that Mikey and Leo are the ones that suggest calling the other team while Donnie and Raph refuse to. It seems Mikey and Leo care less about competition. On the other hand, Donnie and Raph are more likely to get angry and let their pride get in the way.

Meanwhile, the Purple dragons find Stockman and they take him to meet Dogpound, who asks him for his help to kack into April´s phone to learn where the Hamato´s lair is. This is why even when this episode may look like filler, there are events that are important for the main plot of the series.

Team A and Team B finally meet each other again when Team A enters inside the building the purple dragons are in and make the MOUSERS follow them. Leo rescues Donnie and Mikey and Donnie quickly finds a solution to the Team A´s problem: They provoke the antagonists to stray on themselves and be attacked by the robots. The battle ends with turtles accidentally breaking April´s phone and learning it would have been easier to work as a team from the very beginning instead of competing with each other.

When they meet April back in the lair Donnie gives a T-phone to her to make up for them breaking her phone. In a funny moment Mikey makes the same T-phone self-destruct by voice command. Poor April.

The episode ends with Bradford taking Baxter Stockman to the Foot Clan´s lair and Shredder telling Stockman that he has some works reserved for him.

In conclusion: "Mousers Attack!" is decent and fun episode that develops the main characters and explores their relationships well. It has some moments that are a bit boring but they don´t ruin the experience. The best parts are Donnie and Mikey trying to come up with a plan and Leo and Raph teaming up, showing they can get along and have fun without arguing. It´s a fun watch.

#TMNT 2012 #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2012 #tmnt 2012 rewatch #mousers attack #tmnt 2012 season 1

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lovelivingmydreams · 4 years

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My nieces are fanders

Summary: When you meet a super cute guy and land a date with him, you definitively want to gush about him with someone. In Nico’s case that someone is his oldest sister. The visit holds a surprise for him though.

This is part of a bigger story which starts here

Nico was humming to himself as he walked up the driveway to his older sister’s house.

“I can’t wait to tell Marcia all about Thomas!” Félix gushed. It’d been a week since they met him and while they had yet to look him up, deciding it was cheating a little to watch his content and maybe accidentally see more than Thomas wanted to share before they even went on their first date. Ràmon, his morally flexible, deceptive facet, still thought they should at least just check his accounts to make sure he didn’t oversell himself. “I’m sort of known on youtube” might just have been an exaggeration to impress him. Léon, his fury, was already working himself up over being misled when the others came to Thomas’ defense. He seemed rather humble about all his accomplishments. He deserved the benefit of the doubt. “She’ll be so excited for us!” Fabio, his heart, gushed. “Hope mom and dad won’t be too upset that they aren’t the first we told…” Alejo worried as he bit his lip. “We will tell them about Thomas if we come to a stage where we are ‘officially’ dating him,” Diego, his logic, reminds him. It was how they did things. His parents were a bit too supportive sometimes. If he mentioned Thomas, mom would start insisting he come over for dinner no matter how Nico insisted they weren’t that serious yet. His father would ask questions he didn’t have answers for and he would feel entirely too pressured… Best to tell them after he and Thomas got a bit farther. And he really hoped he would get to tell them about him soon. He rang the bell and soon the door opened to reveal a beaming Marcia. “You smelled my cooking didn’t you?” she asked. Nico chuckled. “You caught me,” he confessed as he threw his hands up in surrender while letting her embrace him. “It’s good to see you again hermanito,” she sighed before letting him go and leading him inside. “Dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Yi will be home soon and he’ll entertain the kids afterwards so you can tell me what’s got you sparkling like the fourth of July.” Marcia looked back at him and quirked a brow curiously. Nico blushed a little. He was that obvious huh? His sisters eyes lit up and she was grinning like th cat that got the cream. Well he just confirmed her suspicion. “Okay, sounds good,” he muttered casually. Luckily Marcia let it go for now. “Can I get you something to drink?” she asked. “Just a glass of water is fine,” Nico assured her while he leaned against the kitchen counter to watch her work. “Tio Nico!” Nico looked up and saw Marcia’s oldest, his 15 year old niece Carla run up towards him to give him a hug. He embraced his niece with a smile and ruffled her hair. “How are you kids doing?” he asked as the teen girl let go. “Fine. Felicia hasn’t finished her homework yet, but she will be down in a minute.” Nico nodded taking note of cousin’s pronouns for today. It had been an adjustment for everyone when Fabien came out of his room wearing a skirt for the first time and asked to be called Felicia on days she felt more feminine, but they hardly slipped up anymore. “We have something awesome to show you!” Carla continued her eyes sparking with excitement. “Oh?” he asked curiously. “What is it?” “Don’t start without me!” Felicia exclaimed as she rushed through the door and hugged Nico as well. “Now I’m getting nervous,” Nico chuckled as he let his nieces push him into a chair and sit down next to him. Carla was looking something up on her phone while Felicia seemed to be using hers to film him. “Tio Nico. Have you ever been serenaded by a stranger?” Felicia asked. The general confusion in Nico’s head left him with no other response other than cocking his head. “Um… no…?” he replied. His nieces giggled. And then Carla pushed her phone in front of him and they shoved earbuds into his ears. She pressed play and before he knew it he was faced with…. “Thomas!!!!” Félix screeched in his head. It was unfair of him to look so handsome. And then he started singing! “Nico, radiant and pure. Always so, accepting and secure. Never knew anyone so kind. So funny and sharp of mind. All this to say… Have a nice day.” And then he winked! Nico’s nieces were giggling at his flustered face. Alejo inspected the screen and found a description in the corner. “This week’s #shout out Sunday goes to all the nice Nico’s of the world” he read out as he slowly relaxed. Nothing that insinuated Thomas was thinking of a particular Nico. His nieces had probably just thought it was fun to show him the video. Perhaps they thought he’d be enchanted by the handsome stranger with the voice of an angel seemingly singing for him. They weren’t entirely wrong. “That’s Thomas Sanders. He’s our favorite youtuber,” Felicia explained. Nico nodded a little dumbfounded. “He’s a singer?” he guessed, though he knew he was more than that. But he was not ready to tell his nieces he’d met this man and was going on a date with him next week. “And an actor, and the nicest person alive!” Clara explained. “He lives in Florida and he is gay…” Félicia added not too subtle, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. “Stop teasing your uncle girls. Set the table. We’ll be eating soon.” Nico was relieved. The rest of the evening he struggled to pay attention to the conversations at the dinner table. His mind was absolute chaos “He serenaded us! Actually serenaded us!” Felix gushed dancing around unable to contain his elation. “And it does sound like he is somewhat successful in entertaining his audience. He was telling the truth it seems,” Ràmon allowed. Leon nodded, calming down significantly. Leon had been part of the deeper recesses of Nico’s mind for a long time. Until one day he was called by a panicked Carla who was hiding from bigots with her sister. Nico had hurried over and gotten them out. But he’d been so close to hitting one of those kids. It had been Alejo who, in his worry for the girls’ well-being, had managed to hold Leon back enough to allow Fabio to reason with him. His writings had taken a much angrier tone for a few days after. Ever since that day, Nico was aware that he could get violent when angry and he’d been working on managing Leon without pushing him away. Like Alejo he was mostly overprotective of the others and Nico’s loved ones. He just jumped more on Alejo’s fight aspect than the flight part. “He was so nice!” Fabio gushed. “Does he really think all that about us?” Alejo wondered flustered. “It seems quite likely that he does,” Diego concluded. “Just as we have made some observations about him that may or may not be accurate,” he added, soothing Alejo’s worry a bit. Shifting him more to the excited side of his spectrum. “Well? Spill!” Marcia insisted when they found themselves alone on the patio after dinner. Nico sipped from his glass and didn’t look at his sister while he just spilled the truth. “I met a really cute guy at the mall this week, and we’re going out for lunch in two days.” Marcia barely contained her squealing. “Finally! Tell me everything!” she demanded. And just like that, his excitement at being able to gush about the whole meeting returned. Marcia was a good listener. She knew the story ended well but she acted like she actually thought he might miss his shot with his determination to get some work done and not to bother the mysterious stranger. When he got to Thomas’ confession she was vibrating with excitement. “He sounds so adorable!” Nico flushed. “Yeah… He’s an actor and singer…” “Ooooh, someone to sing your songs!” she exclaimed. “And his name is Thomas Sanders…” Maricia’s eyes widened as understanding dawned on her. “Now that explains the look on your face when you saw that video…Wait that was for you? If mama ever sees it then she’ll insist you marry him you know that right?” she laughed. So not only did she know of Thomas, she had seen the video in question. “Yeah… She probably will. Have you seen anything else of his?” “I try to be aware of what my kids are watching online. He has two channels and about 3,4 million ‘Fanders’ last I checked.” “Oh my god!!!!” Felix gushed. Overwhelmed by both the cute fandom name and the dazzling number of fans. “Definitely not a liar,” Ràmon breathed in relief. He had been reluctant to get his hopes up until now. He was cautious, wary of things that were too good to be true. Just like Alejo. But their anxious look out was, in his eyes at least, compromised on the subject due to his close tie to the butterflies clouding all their feelings and thoughts. Now however, it seemed that his biggest doubts were adressed, he felt free to look forwrad to the date like everyone else. “He is a good guy, going by his content. And he is really cute.” Nico chuckled. “Yeah he is,” he agreed.

When he got home he was actually planning to freak out a bit more and debate over whether or not to watch some video’s. If for no other reason than to just see him do something he loved. Was that stalkerish? Luckily his phone alerted him to a text. Thomas. It was a cute dog picture. Nico smiled. He did that sometimes. Sent him things just to make him smile. N: You are such a dork. TS: I refuse to apologize for that! TS: I can’t wait until our lunch date! Nico hesitated for a moment. But then he went all in. N: Missing my radiant presence that much? God that was cheesy. Was it too cheesy? He is not like this! Not usually. Or maybe he was and Thomas just brought it out of him. TS: OMG you saw!!!!? N: My nieces thought it would be funny to see how I’d react when a ‘stranger’ serenades me. TS: Fanders!? Oh my goodness that is amazing! TS: You weren’t bothered? I get that it might seem a bit weird. “He is so precious!!!!” Fabio squealed. “I know right? This is not healthy for us! It can’t be,” Félix exclaimed clutching his heart and leaning on Alejo for support. Who promptly stepped away and let him fall to the floor with a grin. “Not a couch,” he reminded his friend who was pouting for a bout two seconds before his excitement overpowered his annoyance. N: It was awesome, don’t worry. I was very flattered. Your singing voice is amazing. TS: Thanks. Should he ask? If Thomas says it’s okay then it’s fine right? N: Okay if I watch some more of your singing? There he asked. No backing out. TS: Of course! Fair warning, if you find vines, some are cringy and sometimes I play a straight man. Vines huh? Wow, that felt like ages ago. Thomas had mentioned his misleading complements when they talked. N: Okay. I’ll keep that in mind. Goodnight. TS: Goodnight. “Are we really doing this?” Alejo wondered as Nico typed in ‘Thomas Sanders Vines’ in the search bar of Youtube. One look at the results had Nico in stitches. “He’s such a goofball!” Fabio squealed clapping his hands as he saw Thomas’ smiling face on every thumbnail in various goofy situations. How was he supposed to choose? “Oooh! That one is him reacting!” Félix exclaimed pointing at a three year old video. Nico nodded in agreement and clicked on the video. First this and then see if he could find some more videos of Thomas singing. He didn’t know it. But he was in for a wild ride.

I might write one more chapter, but then it’s over until Thomas posts his next video in three years. I want to stick to the canon as much as possible. You’ll hear from me if that changes though! Enjoy!

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nocluewhatsupg · 4 years

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it is yours truly again, greetings! how do you think jason and michael would end up doing the kisses (ew) with each other? also jason x brahms is a crack ship of mine as well, what do u think of it agdhzyzv

Us: wow look at this prompt its so good!

Us: * starts rambling about something completely different, doesn’t address the original question *

Also, Jason x Brahms?? How would that even start??

Jason and Michael being soft

Haha

Neither Michael nor Jason cares about kissing or being romantic in any sense

If ANYONE tried anything with Jason, they’d get a nice machete to the skull. (he probably tastes really gross too)

If they ever were to kiss, it would have to be under the impossible circumstances that they met and grew up with eachother as children.

That Jason never drowned, or at least survived being drowned, and Michael had the sense to stop acting creepy and charm his way out of the sanitarium.

(There’s a really good fanfic on this, we think it was on A03? Either way, it’s too soft for us so we gotta make it cruel >:).)

Michael was offered the opportunity to visit the camp when he was twelve, and was alarmingly becoming less and less social. In a desperate attempt to connect him to other children, this last resort idea was thrusted into the air. Whoever came up with that one sure got a promotion or something.

Michael, upon reaching the loud and boisterous camp, wanted nothing to do with it. His only other option was back to the hospital, and he wanted even less to do with that, so he begrudgingly smiled and followed a chipper counselor deeper into the camp.

Probably spent most of his time either watching people, or killing animals in the shadows behind buildings. He’d talk to people (gasp) but only if they approached him first, and he didn’t have a clear path to avoiding it. When he talked, it was with odd wording and his face never matched the tone of his words. He didn’t speak for long, either. Only a few short sentences that screamed ‘I don’t want to talk to you’.

Kids tried to pick on him, but that cold icy gaze from perfect blue eyes changed their minds quickly. Not that he really cared what others though about him. One notable incident was when a group of particularly troublesome teens followed him behind a building. When Michael turned, to expose his hands painted red from a small toad he’d snapped in half, they suddenly remembered camp activities they should’ve been participating in.

Speaking of camp activities, he’d always slip away, and he was just so quiet and uninteresting that it took a good long while for anyone to notice.

Jason basically lived at the camp, connected to the humid soil and green trees since troubled birth. It came to a point where he was no longer invited to join camp activities, since all attention would be on him. He didn’t mind, and seeked saftey in the cool shadows behind buildings long before Michael did.

So they met when Jason rounded the corner on a fresh morning, where it had rained the previous night, making dew condensed on grass blades and wet your shoes as you walked. He was met with a lanky kid, leaning against the wet wood with his hands flat beside him. The kid stared blankly at the bright blue skies, and the streaky clouds that did nothing to hide the rising sun.

Michael heard the grass rustling, approaching footsteps, but couldn’t quite tear himself away from the warm haze he was in. It was only when he heard shaking and nervous breathing did he turn to see who’d come.

He saw Jason peeking from around the corner. With a quick flick of his eyes, he looked Jason from mangled head to dirty shoes with disgust on his pursed lips. All he knew about Jason was the hoard of kids that followed him, and Michael wanted nothing to do with that. A scowl warned Jason to not follow him, and he spun on his heel as he sulked off somewhere else.

Jason immediately assumed he scared Michael off with his appearance, and a flurry of emotion made his temples hurt and his eyes sting.

In the time that he had loitered around the corner, he did not hide in time, and brought the attention of said group of kids that just happened to wander by. The fact he’d ducked behind a more hidden part of the camp excited them, and their teeth gnashed like vultures around a dying animal as they too made dry footprints in the wet grass.

Michael stood in the bushes, in the shallow beginning of the forest. A tall tree hid half of him, the other half stuck out to watch. He saw the grotesque kid being pushed and spat on, yelled at and poked with sticks. Michael did nothing but watch. With the devil in his blood, he well could take on the group of older kids, but he just didn’t feel like it. Jason crying and whimpering did not raise a single nerve in Michael, and he felt no need to intervene. (At least he didn’t join the group?)

A whistle blew in the distance, and hunger cried louder in the vultures than malice, and they gave Jason a few more kicks before they ran off laughing and howling as if they’d won some sort of competition and they expected anything other than winning. Jason curled over himself, bringing his knees closer to his aching torso. Michael stepped out of the shadows, and Jason whimpered again, assuming he was here to deal the final blow.

The brunet stood for a few silent minutes, towering over the injured boy and bathing in the complete control he had over the situation. He became the grim reaper, life and death, god. Jason did not crawl or try to stumble to his feet, far too naive to understand the black storm behind baby blue eyes.

As Michael carefuly thought out his possibilities, it came to him that this sniveling, crying thing at his feet belonged to that nice lady who served decent food. If he were to return her child to her, he’d surly be rewarded. She did make good cookies.

Jason flinched when a hand stuck out to him, and it took a few seconds for him to realise it was not a reach to hurt him. One hand wiped his tear streaked face as he blinked up in gratitude, the other took the outstretched hand. Jason was practically yanked to his feet, and he stumbled a little when he was brought up. Through chipped lips and sore jaws Jason mumbled thankful words as he still held onto Michael’s hand to ground himself.

Michael would hear none of it, as he did not gain any pleasure for doing good deeds, and wordlessly clamped his hand around the larger one. Jason was left to trail behind and try to keep up as Michael began to speed walk back into camp. Jason tried to converse with the strange kid dragging him around, but it fell on deaf ears, gaining no response to any friendly questions. He didn’t even get his name.

In the bustling cafeteria, Michael proudly presented a bruised Jason to his mother. He turned his nose up in irritation when she shreiked and rushed to her son, to cradle and hold him and speak with worry. She quickly hurried him to the kitchen, out of view, and finally adressed Michael.

Michael stood silently, feeling nothing to the praise, and occasionally glancing over to the warm tray of cookies cooling on the countertop. Mrs. Voorhees became suspicious as the boy refused to say anything, but she was in no condition to question him. Maybe he was simply shy.

Whatever the case was, he was the first child to assist Jason instead of joining in his torment, and if this was a behavior she could make continue, she would.

As soon as his plan worked and warm chocolate was in his mouth, he had confirmed a good source of getting treats, Michael relaxed instantly. The stoic expression melted slightly to give her a faked, nervous smile. People liked when others smiled at them. She smiled too, decided he was just shy, and while patting his head she thanked him again.

The second Michael turned around, he became serious again, and his eyes glared knives around him. In his mind, evil cogs turned and black smog thick enough to kill whoever breathed it in pumped as he made a new goal.

Maybe he’d hang around the maimed kid. He had a lot to gain.

This disfigured kid was his ticket to fooling everyone and leaving the sanitarium’s suspicion for good.

#slasher #slasher community #slashers #jason voorhees #michael myers #slasher x slasher #slasher fandom #michael myers x jason voorhees #jason voorhees x michael myers

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forestlingincorporated · 4 years

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Since it seems like some people haven't actually read the origonal Death in the Family, and with the animated movie maybe coming out in the fall, I thought I'd make a quick friendly fandom PSA on what happened in the comic.

So we open with Batman and Robin tracking down pornographers... I'm assuming child pornography, cause I don't think regular pornography was a crime in 1988. Jason is reckless and rough with the criminals, and this is notably after Jason's already maybe-maybe-not pushed an abuser/cocaine trader off a roof. Bruce has a Concern.

So then Bruce's like "maybe I made a mistake and Jay should take a break from being Robin because he's clearly still traumatised" like a hypocrite. Jason does NOT handle this well.

Careful Bruce, that sounds a lot like therapy you're suggesting.

So, Jason goes for a walk to blow off steam and finds himself at his old Crime Alley apartment where he lived with his mom and (sometimes) his dad.

This is Mrs. Walker. She was Jason's neighbor and a friend of his mom. She saved a bunch of the Todd's personal papers when their shit got auctioned off. She sees Jason stop by the apartment and gives him the box.

Meanwhile, Bruce's is handling a case involving the Joker, but nobody cares about the details on that... yet.

Jason goes through the box and finds his birth certificate. But what's this! He can't read his mother's name due to water damage, but that sure looks like an S!

Could it be Catherine Todd isn't his birth mother? (Yes.) Could it be his real mother is... Superman? (No.)

So, Jason's SAD Catherine's not his "real" mom, but then he's happy because that means he might not be an orphan anymore.

So, he finds his dad's old adress book and finds three women with names begining with S: Sharmin Rosen, Shiva Woosan, and Dr. Sheila Haywood. Can I just say? Goddamn, being a low-level Two-Face henchman introduces you to some Interesting people. And Jason gets it in his head that he's going to Find His Birth Mom.

He goes overseas to do just that. Bruce goes overseas on a lead with his Joker case, which happens to put him an Jason in the same spot. Jason "Are You My Mother?"s Sharmin and Shiva. Sharmin says she's never had a baby in Gotham, Shiva says she's never had children - which has notably been retconned, since Cassandra Cain is a few months older than Jason, but wouldn't be invented for several more years.

"Are YOU my mother?!"

So Jason finds Sheila Haywood, who - surprise, surprise - is his bio mom. But oh no, the plot! Remember how there's a Joker plot happening? Well...

So Jason sees the Joker and runs off to tell Bruce who's like "stay put, the plot is happening and I don't want you facing Joker alone." And Jason's like "okay, sure, but..."

Notably, Jason DOESN'T go after the Joker alone. All he tries to do is get his mom to safety, and makes the mistake of telling her he's Robin. And what does Sheila do with this information?

Turns her biological child over to a known violent criminal. And pulls a gun on him.

This is the part most people know. Joker beats Jason with a crow bar (Sheila pretends like it's not happening...) and then she asks him what they're going to do when BATMAN finds out, because she just had to open her big mouth. So Joker decides he can't leave evidence because the Bat only goes "nova" when he's positive someone is guilty, so he and his goons tie Sheila up and leave her and Jason to be exploded.

Jason wakes up and despite being BETRAYED by his birth mom, he still tries to save her. I refuse to say she redeems herself, but she does TRY to rescue both of them, but the door is locked and they get exploded anyway.

This would later be retconned as Deadman possessing Sheila's body, so yeah, Sheila is a huge piece of shit and doesn't even get her one redeeming thing.

When Batman arrives, it should be noted that all he knows is what a dying Sheila tells him, which isn't much. Mostly that the Joker did it and that she doesn't deserve a good, kind child like Jason. BRUCE DOES NOT KNOW JASON DIDN'T INTENTIONALLY CONFRONT THE JOKER. This fact will effect the way he interacts with his children for, oh, the rest of his goddamn life. Bruce's waffling between "Jason was reckless and it got him killed" and "it's all my fault" begins the minute the warehouse explodes, when in reality the only people at fault are the Joker and Shiela Haywood... and, like, those two goons with the Joker, but fuck 'em, I'm pretty sure they dont have names and I think they die via Joker gas or something.

So then there's this whole plot where everyone thinks Bruce wants to kill the Joker, and they don't want him to because Joker is *checks notes* the ambassador of Iran? So he's got diplomatic immunity?

...I'm not gonna touch that.

Anyway, so Superman gets involved. Shit goes down. A helicopter blows up. Bruce begs Clark to find Joker's body in the water, but they imply they can't. As ya do.

And so that's death in the family. Some aspects of it didn't age well from the late 80s to now, but it's overall a really solid story with some very good scenes between Jason and Bruce and I hope the adaptation does it justice and improves on it.

#Batman #Jason Todd #Bruce Wayne #Sheila Haywood #Red Hood #Robin #death in the family

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'An stranger in town' : an new chapter for "The woman with an strange name" is out !

Chapter Summary : After been explained the rules & done an little tour of the town by the sheriff, Bell is preparing herself to go to the big party that will happen in the saloon.....

To read it on AO3, click here !

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It was an special town....that was the main thought of Bell after that walk she did with the sheriff Azoulay and that talk with the hotel receptionist showed to her that this town weren't kind towards strangers, something that has almost been the same things in some towns in the west and also an bit into the east and since she's an woman, it was sure that her status as an woman & an stranger wasn't going to please some folks around here but they will have to do with that fact, they have no choices.

During the few hours that followed the moment she payed for an room in the hotel, she stayed in it as there were really nothing apart to wait for the night to come, the party that the sheriff told her and according to the tone of his voice, it was surely going to regroup an large part of the people in the saloon. It was an good idea to go to that little party as she was thinking about it during the hours : maybe she could try to make some friends in town and also...discover more about the 'American Monster'....if he was going to be there and if not, she could maybe know more about his gang.

She passed the time by staying on her bed, looking at herself in the big mirror in the corner of the room and from time to time, checking her own Colt Single Action Army to make sure that bullets were in the cylinder, 6 in total and also cleaning up the dust that were on the grip of it, wanting to make the engraved 'B' more visible. That letter was for the first letter of her name, the one she is using right now, her older one stolen. She was finished when she looked up after having heard noises inside. She watched in the main road, seeing people getting inside the saloon as night was falling fown on Redemption.

It was then, her time to go out of her room. She pulled her revolver back into its holstler, put back her dusty coat and her hat before she decide to leave the room, locking it carefully as she wouldn't want to have any surprises when she will come back. When she go down the stairs, she wanted to salute the receptionist but the man wasn't even paying attention to her and because of it, Bell preferred to be on her way outside. Then, she could see the sheriff at his office porch, sit on an chair, looking at the saloon direction. He suggested to her to come see him before going to the party and since he's an good man, she wasn't going to refuse an little talk with him.

"Hi again, sheriff." She made an little gesture with her hat as she arrived next to the porch of the sheriff, getting his attention and the first thing she got was an smile on his face.

"Oh, hey, miss Bell !" He waved at her in return. "How are you ?" He asked her, politely.

"I'm good." She replied, leaning herself against one of the poles of the porch, her eyes still on the sheriff. "I installed myself in the hotel and to be honest, the receptionist isn't an nice guy." She added, looking back at the direction she came from.

"You got that right." He exclaimed, his arms back on the chair armrests. "You want to know something important about the guy ?" He demanded and she nodded to him. "I went back outside for fresh air five minutes after you were gone and the first thing I saw was the receptionist going outside into the mayor's house direction." He revealed as Bell crossed her arms, she wasn't even looking surprised by that, having seen the man attitude towards her.

"I'm sure that he told the mayor of an strange woman in town." She suggested, trying to look at the direction of where Adler was living but the darkness of the street wasn't helping her.

"In fact, some people in town....are collaborating with the gang and their acts are well paid." He explained, watching an group of people getting inside the saloon.

"By force or by their own will ?" She asked him, curious.

"It can be both to be sure." He told her, passing his left hand under his nose. "The receptionist is by his own will, he told the gang each time that an stranger was going to install themselves in his hotel." He added, looking at Bell in the eyes.

"So, the gang is having their eyes on me." She expressed as she turned her head around to try to find anyone that could have look at her from afar but nothing for the moment. "People don't like strangers here." She referred to the receptionist, turning around to look at Azoulay again who nodded.

"Yeah and they don't like when they're armed." He pointed at the revolver she got on her holstler and the little knife that was attached to her right boot as he discovered it. "And with people around here that don't like woman with guns, it's worst." He added, shaking his head to think about those kinds of people.

"They will have to do with it." She proclaimed with an smile on her face, her eyes back on the saloon. "Why are you not going inside ?" She questioned him, remembering his words about the party.

"I prefer the calm instead of getting drunk." He said before he coughed silently, his hands in front of his mouth. "And parties weren't my things since I'm sheriff." He continued, sniffing away for an second.

"Like you can't be drinking in service." She snorted as she wasn't sure to say that but he didn't say anything to her as for him, it was just an little reminder of his line of work. "Does Adler's gang are inside ?"

"With an party like that, they are !" He replied, biting an little part of his lips, watching two Adler's henchman dressed in black, entering the saloon. "Even Adler is here, he always want to make sure that the people know that he & his gang are the leaders here." He affirmed to Bell. "I'm guessing that you're still going in."

"Yes, I would like to see more about him & the people around here, you know....by curiosity." She admitted to him, removing herself from the pole she was leaned against.

"You can drink, gamble and watch dancers." He told her, giving her more details about what was inside that saloon, an lot of activities to say and he wanted to give her some things to do aside.

"It's not disturbing that 'Butterfly' stay here ?" She demanded to him, pointing at her horse that was at an few meters from her.

"Not at all." Azoulay responded, gesturing at her that it wasn't an problem. "Been an long time that someone didn't attach their horse here, to be honest." He said, looking at her horse next to her. "She's going to be some company until I go to sleep." He continued as he was seeing that it was time for Bell to go into that saloon.

"Well, I'm leaving you, sheriff." She made an little sign again with her hat and he did it back before she start to move away.

She was ready to go inside that saloon and she wasn't even stressed at all in the inside & outside, just wondering how things will go and what she will do inside. She wasn't going to go make an talk with people like that....she was just going to try to make herself not visible but as an stranger and knowing that the hotel receptionist told the gang about her, it was already falling down to think about it. She will just try to order an drink, stay at the bar and take an look around....if things were going well.

When she arrived at the swinging doors of the saloon, she took an big deep breath before she could finally step inside the saloon and when her feets literally touched the wooden ground inside, it was like the time was stopped as everyone turned their heads to look at who was entering. Everyone was damn curious about the woman that was at the entrance as Bell was looking around to find any person wearing an gun and here, she could only see mens dressed in black clothes at different part of the saloon and then....she could see Adler himself, sit in an couch that was guarded by two armed mens...with she supposed to be Miss Park, Adler's arm behind her.

After an few seconds after her entrance, the saloon restarted its festive ambiance, the piano was playing again as the dancers were dancing again. However, some of the guards were now having their eyes on Bell as she was going to the bar, along with some of the citizens that was intrigued by her strange presence here. She knows now that the center of the attention of some was on her, no more on the dancers, on the poker party or at their former talks.

"Hi." Bell started after she arrived at the bar, adressing herself at the bartender who was an old man who was cleaning up an empty glass.

"Hi, what can I get you, miss ?" He asked and inside of her, she was surprised that the man wasn't even sounding rude at all to her.

"An whisky, if you had that." She replied in an low voice as she put her arms on the bar counter, her eyes looking through the mirror to discreetly watch the positions of Adler's men inside the saloon at the ground floor.

"I'm coming back, just wait an few instants." The bartender ordered as the whisky bottles present behind him was already empty, meaning that he got take some back in the reserve, leaving his bar for an few moments as Bell was now obliged to wait.

"That's an fine piece you got." An man exclaimed behind her, causing her to slowly turn her head around to see the gunsmith of the town, Frank Woods arriving next to her. "I was talking about the revolver." He corrected himself after seeing her narrowed eyes to him.

"I know that." She whispered, turning back her head to look through the mirror.

"We heard that you were new in town." He started, moving to get next to her. "What's your name ?" He asked her.

"Bell." She responded, tapping two fingers on the bar counter and looking at them.

"Bell ? That's an nickname or it's your real name ?" He demanded as he was surprised to hear that....something that she was almost hearing everyday, she was getting used to it.

"I lost my real name, sir." She told him in an clear voice as the bartender was coming back with an bottle of whisky in his hands. "Bell is all I had now." She added, looking at the gunsmith as the bartender was filling an empty glass of whisky.

"Here you go, miss !" The bartender handed over the glass to her.

"Thanks." She smiled at the man as he was going to go serve another client at the other side of the counter. "Why are you curious, sir ?" She demanded to the man next to her, looking at her glass in her hands, thinking if she really want to drink now.

"Since you're an stranger in town, people are curious." He explained. "With that at your belt, more important people are having their eyes on you." He added as he turned around to lean against the bar to face the other side.

"I know, the sheriff told me." She said in an low voice, resisting the urge to actually drink for the moment.

"Good old Lazar is always kind to stranger to be honest." He expressed, an smile on his face at mentioning his friend name before he turned around to face her. "If one day, you need something at my store, come see me." He suggested to her.

"I will see about it." She smiled at him, looking at him for real until suddenly, there were something that attracted her full attention and that something....was in fact Miss Park herself, still on that couch with the 'mayor'. She know the rule about her but it was like the first time that an lady got her attention, she was finding her so beautiful, thinking about her face until the two make an quick eyes contact from afar....Bell could already feel the blushing on her face....

"Damnit, you have an death wish, miss !" Woods called her out silently as Bell quickly turned around away from Miss Park.

"What ?" Bell muttered, curious.

"You just looked at Miss Park, you know that there's an rule about her ?" He demanded, worried as he was looking around him. "Aw shit, someone's coming !"

"Move on, Woods !" Another man ordered to him in an harsh tone as everyone was stopped inside the saloon, everyone knowing that something was happening at the bar. Bell looked away as the man was getting now at the gunsmith's place next to her. "What's your name, lady ?" He asked in an serious tone.

"Bell." She repeated again, not even taking an chance to look at the man in the eyes, she wasn't scared of him at all, he wasn't worth to look at.

"Bell ?" He whispered in an low voice, looking at her to top to bottom. "I'm Finn. You know there's rules here and you broke one !" He said loudly, making sure that everyone was getting focused on the situation. "I saw you look at Adler's property, you don't look at Miss Park !" He affirmed, his right arm going on the counter.

"I know, I wasn't going to look at you." She scoffed around, discovering the man face by looking at him and like she thought, he wasn't worth it.

"Very funny." He wasn't even laughing at her joke and to make sure that she understand well, he decide to take the glass she put on the counter in his hands to empty the content right on her own boots. "That is funny !" He admitted, making an laugh about it as Bell was looking through the mirror, analyzing her surroundings. Another man was on her left while this 'Finn' was at her right.

"No, there's something more funny now." She said to him and in one second with her right hand, she managed to get it behind Finn's neck and to throw his head first against the counter, breaking his nose and blood were now on the bar counter, everyone was immediately surprised by that reaction.

"Fuck, you bitch !" Finn shouted loudly as he fall back on his ass while the other man tried to attack Bell....until he met the cannon of her Colt Single Action Army right between his eyes.

"You do an damn move and I'm blowing your head up, you understand me ?" She ordered in an almost angry voice and every armed outlaws from Ader aimed their gun at the woman that was now holding at gunpoint one of them. "Your friends get me in an rush but not before I make your head in an canoe !" She affirmed to the man she was aiming at.

"Come on, Ike, do something !" Finn exclaimed loudly.

"No..." This Ike expressed, scaring for his life. "She ain't bluffing !" He told everyone, having seen the deadly glare in her eyes, he was almost at the urge of pissing his pants off in front of everybody. Everyone was ready that someone was going to fire first until.....

"Stand down !" Another man ordered in an clear voice, it was Adler himself standing up from the couch he was sitting with Miss Park, gesturing at his own men and Bell to lower their guns and she was the first to comply to that order, not wanting an bloodbath here as it took seconds after to Adler's henchmen to do the same thing.

"Got lucky for you, Ike." Bell proclaimed in an low voice to the man she was aiming at her as she decide that it was better for her to leave the saloon for the night, taking an last look around in the saloon, everyone surprised of what she has done tonight.

Someone....an stranger....has decided to make an stand against two men of Adler's gang and everybody were surprised that this whole situation didn't end in an massacre and even more that an stranger was successful to live through this act. As Bell was leaving the saloon, watched by everyone, her eyes fell on the sheriff office, now deserted with only her horse attached. Her day was over and now, she only wanted to go to sleep in her room, knowing of something.....

She did make an impression tonight !

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod bell #safehouse crew #fem!bell #helen park #western AU #COD fic

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Hurricane - Dean Winchester x Reader (Detective AU) - Part 12

Title: Hurricane

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader

Word count: 5,511

Warnings: Almost Smut, Nudity

Summary: With one of the most dangerous serial killers on the loose and in your tracks you have no choice but to rely on the help of the police to ansure your safety. It doesn’t hurt that the detective in charge is the one of the most skilled there is and probably, well, definitely the most charming one you have ever seen. Or that his flirting with you takes your mind off the danger waiting for you right around the corner. & Based on: Imagine detective Dean Winchester flirting with you while working on your case.

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“He hasn't come back yet?” Sam's voice on the computer made you look up from your phone and you shook your head.

“No, and it's already very late.” you glanced out of the window to see that indeed the darkness had set in for good “He keeps checking in every 15 minutes but I-” you stopped yourself, biting your lower lip and the younger Winchester gave you a soft knowing smile.

“Can't help but worry for the rest of the 14.95 minutes about him.” he nodded his head at his own words and you huffed, looking down at your hands.

“Stop that.” you grumbled and he grinned.

“Stop what?” he raised an eyebrow.

“That. You act like you know everything about my feelings because they- they are obvious like a neon sign in the darkness to the entire world but your brother.” you pursed your lips like a little kid when you heard your best friend laugh with you.

“Well, I wasn't gonna say but-” he shrugged with a fond smile “It is kinda true. Dean wouldn't realize it even if a truck him right in the face. I can't even count the times I've had to third-weel for the two of you and all of that flirting still has not led to a date.” he shook his head, leaning back in his seat.

“Speaking of which-” you chewed on your lip, glancing once more at your phone “I uh I met... Jack this morning and he said some things about Dean that got me thinking.”

“And had you feeling a certain kind of way too, maybe?” he smirked and you glared at him as hard as you could master “I know Jack very well to not even ask what he's spilled.” his smile got softer, no longer teasing you "But if you ask me (Y/n)... you shouldn't put your whole life on hold because you- you assume things are just happening in your mind. You-you don't have a reason to hide it anymore or to forever wait hopelessly in love with the man to tell him what you feel.”

“You say this as if I even have a chance with him, Sam.” you scoffed, trying not to let your hopes get up.

“And you say this as if you don't!” he looked at you in disbelief “(Y/n), he kissed you just two days ago! You told me that yourself, how can you forget that?”

“Yes because I was having a panic attack and he didn't know how to get me back to my senses but that was all!” you couldn't help but feel your heart drop at the thought “I- We talked about it Sam, that very night. He didn't- he said there were no feelings behind it, only him doing his job. He made it clear it meant nothing. So there, I don't think there is much of a chance after all.”

“Wh-what?” he blinked, eyebrows raised in surprise “That idiot, what was he- No, (Y/n), you gotta hear me out! I know my brother, and trust me when he is with you or- or even talks about you it's so much more different than it is with any other woman! Do you think he'd go to such extents to protect you if you weren't that important to him?”

“As a friend, probably! Family even, but let's be honest Sam, if he really wanted something more he'd- he'd have made a move or at least told me something.” you shook your head “Flirting is- it's what Dean does and even if he wants a casual night with me I'm- I'm not up for it. I want something serious and he doesn't, he never does. I don't blame him but I can't keep waiting or trying for something that will just never happen. I- I know I could try but gosh Sam I've hurt enough as it is with the entire case, both physically and mentally, and my heart is or most part in one piece.” you rambled as all your friend could do was stare at you with wide eyes.

You were trying so desperately to convince yourself, though, because sadly Sam wasn't saying it clearly how Dean felt (you partially understood it wasn't his job to) but you were growing impatient at the same time when thinking about that almost-kiss and what it could mean.

“You-” he let out a shaky breath, running a hand through his hair “You two are seriously the world's biggest idiots!”

“Why would you say-” before you could fully question him though your phone buzzed and you didn't even have the chance to blink before you reached fast for the device to read Dean's message.

You heard Sam scoff and mumble to himself something that sounded like “Not in love my ass.” but you didn't question it.

“He- wow.” you breathed out with wide eyes “He found him, Sam! He- Chuck's in town and he will be for a couple days, he says he's sent you the adress?”

“Yeah, I got it. I'm not far away... what is it?” he question with a frown when he heard you snicker.

“Oh uh nothing, it's just-” you giggled “He says he's in desperate need of lots and lots of beers right now to forget the 60-year-old woman he had to hit on.”

Sam rolled his eyes “Why did I even ask? Anyway- Tell him it's better if he returns immediately to your motel room, the less he's out there, the better. It won't take me long to get there and I'll keep an eye out all the time.”

“Alright then, please drive safe.” you whispered and he gave you a nod and warm smile.

“Will do.” he nodded his head “And for the love of, (Y/n), just listen to me for once.”

“Sam” you sighed softly but he gave you a stern look.

“I'm serious. I'm sick and tired of you two pinned over each other and crushing harder than a pair of 12-year-olds and I swear if I see you doubt what he feels about you once more, I'm going to lock you in a room until you've figured it out! Hell, even Jack knows and you keep refusing it's a thing but I swear to you, I'm going to keep up my promise if you so much as dare to deny it once more!”

“O-ok I'll think about it. I will, I promise!” you nearly raised your arms in surrender. Fed-up Sam was the most scary Sam you had seen so far.

“You better.” were the last words he breathed out to you before you were left in silence. You still weren't sure about Sam taking Dean's place on keeping an eye out for Chuck, in case he left his motel, because it wouldn't make much of difference if Amara found any Winchester in the town, she'd instantly know you were all there.

But some selfish part of you worried about Dean's well-being a little more, not to mention him catching some shut eye. You'd heard more than plenty from his nightmare the previous night, along with all of the pacing he'd done, and in more than a few messages he hinted that he felt worn out. That, along with the nagging feeling you had ever since that peck made you want him to get back as soon as possible to test the waters of... whatever relationship you had going on.

“As if you didn't enjoy it! ;)” you typed the reply and with a sigh got up from the chair to make your way to the bathroom. You wished that after a relaxing bath everything would be calm, at least for one night, and you could get the chance to relax and... hopefully forget about the outside world with Dean. Hopefully.

~*~

Walking into the motel room an involuntary sigh escaped Dean's lips. He placed the plastic bags on the sole table in the room and his eyes did a once over of the entire place in search of your figure. For a second he tensed up when he didn't see you around, he took a few long strides and frantically almost now looked around. It wasn't until he heard some shuffling come from the door to his left that he realized he had not thought of the most obvious of all.

Taking a step towards the bathroom he only found himself freezing in his tracks. He knew he should have immediately turned around and pretended he had not seen a thing but his body refused to listen to whatever logical part of his brain was left anymore. For some reason he was reminded of his dream not too long ago and he felt even more compelled to stand there.

The door was slightly ajar, letting him have just the right view inside the bathroom were you had just started getting dressed after a shower. While it was comforting that you were just fine, it wasn't comforting to realize the kind of effect you had on him.

He felt like some sort of weirdo, a creep like the kid he'd caught looking at you through the window of your room all that time ago, but at least in his defence he didn't get off on it or made a habit out of it, not to mention that he knew you. Plus, he didn't do it on purpose. He had only stumbled upon it and he just couldn't pull away from you. But that was a fact from the very beginning: Being so drawn to you. The attraction first to your appearance and very soon to your character had been undeniable from the first moment and if things were different he'd already have taken you out on more than plenty of dates, if you had said yes that is. It didn't help at all that he had spent so much time thinking about the kiss you had shared not so many hours ago or that almost kiss previously the same day, practically had his mind consumed with you.

All in all, it was different – well, he couldn't lie to himself – he was in love with you and he hoped and wished that you felt the same even in the least bit.

He watched the drops of water slide down from your still wet hair to your bare back he felt like he ran out of breath. His eyes watched the way your muscles flexed as you patted your body with a towel, trying to dry most of the water. You were standing all but naked, save for the pair of panties you had on, and he would be lying if he said his eyes didn't skip over your every curve and edge once or twice so that he could take everything in and remember it. He was so tempted to just push the door open and help you, no matter the form or direction that ended up going to. He almost felt his fingertips tingle with the need to touch you.

He was so caught up between admiring you and trying to understand the plethora of emotions swimming through his body that he didn't even realize it when you managed to put on a pair of pants and a shirt and were getting so much closer to him. He didn't even have the time to react when-

“Dean” your voice held so much relief, as if you hadn't noticed how awkward he was being only half a second ago trying to pretend he hadn't been standing there or as if you did know but chose to ignore it completely. Your shoulders relaxed instantly and an easy smile formed on your lips “I was going to wait for you but I seriously felt like my clothes were going to stick to my skin for good very soon so I couldn't-”

“S-Sure after everything that happened you needed something to help you relax...” he trailed off, almost cursing at himself for how unsure he sounded.

“Yeah, I mean, I had some serious thinking to do as well. So I suppo-” but you stopped mid-sentence and it was then he cursed under his breath. You studied him for a bit and after a moment your smile fluttered and your eyebrows pulled into a frown. You reached out and grabbed his arm before he could get away.

“Dean?” Oh how it made him weak on the knees to hear you say his name. You didn't do so often and it was such a shame he realized in that moment.

“Dean?” it was a whisper this time and it distracted him even further in all the bad possible ways that he certainly couldn't afford at the moment “Is everything alright? Something wrong?”

“Apart from the fact that we're hiding from a psycho? No I wouldn't say much.” he cleared his throat, his eyes flying over your form for a second or two and it was possibly the worst decision he could make. Given that your face was flushedbecause of the hot shower, your hair still wet and even your clothes just a bit in a far too sinful way because he couldn't help but want to help you dry up in more than one ways. He hurried to add “I've gotten burgers in case you're hungry. And uh pie, which I know you li-”

“Dean” and there it was again and it made a lump form in his throat. He felt your fingers on his chin, only two fingers slowly turning his face in your direction without even the slightest of protests, but then again you could shift his entire world with just a look “Tell me.”

His eyes did another once over but this time focused on your face where he noticed a familiar, soft and calm look of understanding there. You smiled a bit, taking a step closer as if you weren't already significantly close but who needed to breathe anyway? Certainly not Dean at that moment.

“Alright then, I will tell you.” you slid your hand up his arm “About what I've been thinking about. About what... we haven't really talked about yet and I-” you looked up to meet his eyes again “I want to. Without any lies or hiding anymore. Just a straight answer, don't care if it hurts me. But no lies.”

“Wh-what about?” his voice was getting lower and it made it harder for you to focus.

You licked your lips, not knowing it had the same if not worse effect on him. His eyes followed the line of your tongue and you could hardly fight a small smile of your own when you whispered “What Jack said.” your eyes locked and he stiffened more, if possible “Was it true?”

“Is that the kind of thinking you've been doing in the shower?” he softly and barely raised an eyebrow.

You shrugged glancing away for a mere moment “Would you prefer I was doing some kind of... other thinking? Or maybe something else aside from showering?”

His breath got caught in his throat. There was no mistaking the way your lips curved up into a very flirty smirk, the kind that he'd given you plenty of times before, and there was no doubting the words you said. You had never been more bold than that and it did catch him by surprise in a good way.

“Maybe.” he asked instead, shrugging before licking his own lips “Depends.”

You held his gaze for a few more seconds, your hand slowly sliding up to his chest and up his flannel where your fingers toyed with the collar of his flannel “On?”

It took him some time to reply simply because of how focused he was on your lips - or was it how kissable they looked at the moment? Then again, they always did. Mustering all the confidence he could, although still with hazy eyes said “Me being the focus of your attention the entire time?”

“Why detective-” you grinned easily, leaning closer to him “Don't you know?” he expected you to mock him a bit, tease him but he didn't get any of it. Instead he felt your fingers light as a father trace up his jaw, to his cheekbones before combing through his hair, sliding to the back of his head and tugging softly “I can't take my mind off you... no matter where my hands end up wandering.”

His head was tilted so that was only inches away from yours, your forehead almost leaning against each other's so you heard the sharp intake “You seem rather comfortable talking about it. Do you do that often?”

“Hm that's a secret you'll have to do some more serious interrogation to get out of me, detective. Besides-” you glanced down at his lips “How often do you do it?”

“Are you that interested to know?” was it audible? He had no idea.

“More than I'd care to admit out loud.” you gave him a small shrug and smirk.

“Why?” he asked in a low voice.

“Why... what? Why can't I admit it out loud or... why do I do it in the first place? Because if it's the second one then-” you were almost pressed against him and he'd give anything to press you against the wall in addition “I'm sure you can think of a reason or two.” your voice had dropped to a lower seductive tone and he was barely holding back a sound in his throat that, he was sure, wouldn't sound anywhere near human. Especially with how your eyes roamed over him. He didn't know just how much thinking you had done and for what reason but he didn't want to complain.

“But that's something we were supposed to talk about later.” your voice, softer brought him back to reality again “I asked a question and I did mean it. Seriously... I want to know if it was indeed true.”

“Why?” it came out in a raspy voice, almost frowning “Why do you want to know so much?”

“Is it not obvious? Has it not been from the beginning? I- I know what I've said in the past could be taken both ways but... I told you I did some thinking. Some serious thinking.” you murmured “Besides, what difference will it make if you know the reason?”

“It will, to me yes it will.” it was him who got closer “And you said it: no lies. Yet I'm not getting the full truth here. Tell me why do you really want to know?”

You shrugged a bit, your face burning but no point in backing down now. Taking a deep breath you watched as his own other free hand slid up your bare arm and he took gentle hold of your chin to make you look at him even though you weren't far from it. You let him rub his thumb on your cheek for a second, slowly drifting to your lower lip.

“For the same reason as you.” you whispered, not missing the way his shoulders relaxed. He held your gaze. Not so many words in a simple sentence that meant a million things, a million feelings. For the same reason he wanted to know why Jack's words mattered to you. A reason that was only-

“It was.” his voice came out more confident than before and he took a deep breath as if finally able to breathe “I-it was. You're right, it was. I- I'm– I'm a fool for you, an absolute and total fool for you.”

“What-” you started, the two words he repeated having surprised you but if only for a couple seconds. It was when realization set down on you maybe a bit harder than you had initially expected.

“It was true. What Jack said, everything he said was true.” it was like you could hear it. And even more, everything everybody else said was indeed true

Your breath hitched in your throat and your eyes all-but-widened. Two words that meant so much more than you could ever possibly comprehend. He had never been so open about it and so sincere, more than you had ever seen him before (if it was possible at least) and above all more scared than ever. He looked almost shy about it, at first, but then you realized he too was holding his breath after the words left from his lips. Maybe he had been unable to stop them, maybe he was speaking from his heart and couldn't stop it, maybe he wanted you to know but not yet and maybe... there were a thousand possibilities. You could think about them all you wanted but truth was it would take forever and you had obviously lost far too much valuable time thinking about what could and couldn't be instead of just going for it.

“A-are you going to say someth-” he started, making you realize you had been silent for a bit too long.

“Good.” you cut him off, voice a bit shaky “G-good to know.”

It wasn't what he expected to hear so it did make him frown but when he parted his lips ready to speak, no words came out. Instead every sound was muffled by the pair of your own lips on his. The gasp that left when you took hold of the collar of his flannel and pressed yourself as close as possible to him was simply adorable. You had probably taken the both of you by surprise because this was no kiss fueled by some sort of emergency and it was no kiss happening by mistake. Despite the both of you being in a life or death situation, for lack of better words, this was a kiss happening for entirely different reasons.

Just to wipe out any doubt you might have he started kissing back with just as much passion only three seconds later. A soft laugh came from you when his hands found your middle soon followed by a yelp when he took hold of your thighs and lifted you up with ease. His lips were much more firm against yours. His tongue brushed over your lower lip and you parted your lips to give him full entrance. His tongue was hot on yours and it tasted like coffee. You let him have his way, enjoying it all along, as his wet lips hungrily devoured yours. The low moan that he gave you when you caught his lower lip between your teeth made you grin. You nibbled on it, making him push you harder against the wall and getting a giggle from you.

He kissed you fully on the lips again, stealing your breath away. His tongue was no more gentle as before, if anything it seemed quiet the opposite. “Something tells me-” you panted when he pulled just an inch away “You've been looking forward to this?”

“Don't you know?” he asked in a gruff voice, his lips leaving a wet trail of kisses down your neck. Pushing you against the wall you arched your hips forward, earning a moan from him.

“Figured.” you bit your lip, shuffling to get the jacket off his shoulders “So that's why you've been staring at me through the open door huh?” you grinned when he froze for a moment. You leaned closer to his ear “What, detective?” you kissed it “Thought I wouldn't notice? Then why do you think I put on a small show for?” you trailed your lips down to his neck.

His shoulders relaxed and a deep chuckle made his chest rumble “Seriously, best kind of thinking you've ever done, sweetheart.”

“Life's too short. And I wasted too much time overthinking. I wanna act on it now. But you can thank Jack for it later.” you grinned and he chuckled.

“Besides, don't worry. You're definitely taking me out too but for now- I'm not holding back.” you huffed, trying to get him rid of his flannel as well. He pulled just a bit away, helping you but still giving you a raised eyebrow “What? You saw more than plenty before. It would be only fair.”

“It would, yes. Also-” he let go of you to stand on your feet to, much to your pleasant surprise, pull his black T-shirt over his head “All that for me? How considerate. I might have to repay you for that. What kind of services would you like this time m'am?”

“I can think of something. Can't you?” you grinned, hooking your fingers through the hem of his jeans and pulled him closer to you. His eyes widened once more in surprise but chuckled nonetheless.

“Maybe I could.” his voice was more rough, the look on his face more determined and serious, and it immediately made the familiar feeling set down harder on the pit of your stomach.

His eyes roamed your figure rather shamelessly. The fact that your shirt was still a bit wet and you had no bra didn't help at all in fighting the deep red off your cheeks. The way his eyes darkened made you shiver. Bringing a hand up to rest on the nape of your neck, slowly sliding to your cheek. He leaned in, kissing your forehead as if to make a promise, then your cheek and then your lips where he didn't pull away from. He didn't need any effort to push you down on the bed. With your hands hooked on his jeans you pulled him down, not that he even wanted to stay more than an inch away from you.

Your hips bucked up involuntarily, grazing the stiffness in Dean's pants that made you let out a shaky breath. He pushed your hips with his asking for as much friction as possible but only groaned in your mouth when you showed him you weren't going as gentle as before. His hands came to rest on your hips, squeezing so tight that you were sure it was going to leave a bruise. Compared to any other kiss this one was filled with much more raw emotion, need and a hint of lust.

Your fingers fumbled with his belt with just as much impatience as his fumbled with your shirt. Although he was more focused on getting as much skin contact as possible. You shuddered when his hands moved underneath your shirt and trailed up your sides to your chest, the touch only making your let out a whine when he refused to give you release but only torture you a bit more with his hands. To get him back for the teasing you held firmly onto his jeans, with your legs around his waist, you flipped him over that you were on top of him.

You pulled away just a bit to look down at him licking the remainer of your taste on his lips with a grin always plastered on his face. His hands didn't leave their place from underneath your shirt which was probably just why he was grinning like that. Cheeky bastard. With a mere move, though, you managed to wipe off the smile. With a hand almost over his hard on and a thrust of your hips you had his eyes widening and him choking on a moan that came unexpectedly.

You leaned down but repeated the move, your bodies sliding together, as he practically held his breath. Your lips found his again and with a harder push he couldn't hold back a grunt. A thrust of his own hips came and his hands that had stilled before were now even more frantic over your body. It was almost a game at this point, for everything. Seeing who'd last longer before breaking - at anything whether it was a moan or another thrust - and who would get be the one on top.

So it wasn't long before Dean was laying on top of you again and had you moaning even more. There was no minding it though when you were too busy craving more of his touch. But if he wanted to torture you with his hands so could yours. His rhythm turned wilder, his breath becoming even more erratic, making you squeeze your legs around him.

“Fuck, sweetheart.” you didn't even realize it when he had taken your shirt off. His eyes roamed your figure, dark and filled with want, but they only focused on your eyes in the end which made you relax more than you ever imagined. A laugh came from him, his breath hot and heavy against your neck “You're going to make me come in my pants already, princess. Haven't done that since I was a teenager.”

A giggle burst from your lips and you tightened your hold around his shoulders, your lips brushing over his as you spoke “Did you happen to do that often?”

He let a deep throaty moan when you pressed your bare chest flushed to his but grinned nonetheless “More or less. Although you make me feel like I'm 16 again, I get the impression that if I were to meet you when we were actually 16 there'd be a lot more of that coming.”

“Is there a pun intended?” you laughed as he shook his head “So you're saying, supposing we were the same age, you'd want me the same?”

“Sweetheart, there's no way my 16-year-old-self would let you walk by not even in my wildest dreams.” he said in a husky voice “I'd be crushing on you harder than a freaking teenager. Let alone the rest of the... thinking I would do with you in mind.” he said in between attacking your neck with kisses.

“Oh thinking is what we're going to call it now.” you giggled before your voice lowered and you whispered in his ear “I like how that sounds.”

“If only you knew, sweetheart.” he said breathlessly “I've dreamed about you.” he whispered roughly in between the kisses “Wanted you. Ever since we first met, I was a gonner. Don't know how you did it but damn you got me baby.” he mumbled against your skin as he licked and sucked on your neck now, he chuckled softly “I couldn't stop thinking about you.”

He didn't even realize it when the exact same words came out.

“It's easy to understand... You simply cannot resist me.” the words were innocent to you but not him.

As if electricity shot right through him, Dean's eyes snapped wide open and he pulled away faster than he ever had in his life. He stared at you with wide eyes as it dawned on him. He felt as if he was being pulled back to that dream and it scared him to the bone. Dean shook his head furiously, his breath having caught in his lungs as he stumbled to get back and away from you.

“D-Dean?” your voice was barely filled with pain, rather more worry and it warmed his heart because she would never sound like that. It reminded him it was still you, you that he had held and loved truly. “Dean...” you started but he only got further away, leaping off the bed and you hurried to put your shirt back on, standing on the edge of the bed “Is everything ok? What- what happened? Did I do someth-”

“No” he hurried to say, wanting to kick himself for making you doubt yourself even for a moment “No, it's not- you didn't do anything. You never could, I'm just- Ah fuck.” he groaned dragging a hand down his face before he fell down on the floor, back against the wall and head resting in his hands in defeat.

“Dean” you were almost scared to ask. You slowly approached him, kneeling in front of him and hesitating to place a hand on top of his “Dean talk to me. Something is going on with you... I could help.”

“You can't- you won't-” he felt like all his words were burning his throat, his head swimming with only one thought “You...” he pulled his hands away from his face and looked down “You will hate me.”

“Wh-what?” you blinked in surprise “Dean... I could never- What are you talking about?”

After such a great act of love, after he had already showed you how much you meant to him, after he was ready to experience your love and give you all of his he was sure he wouldn't be able to take it. But he also wasn't able to take the voice in his head, the constant feeling of being on edge and of feeling so much fear.

“I-” the lump in his throat made it impossible to talk, just as much as the fear settled deep in his heart but he knew that it would happen sooner or later and he didn't want to take advantage of your love when he didn't deserve. When he felt like he didn't deserve anything but your hate.

“I let her free, (Y/n). I was the one that set Amara free.”

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A/N: My fave chapter is here! Right before it all goes to hell, I hope you enjoyed these lovely moments! Feedback is welcomed and tags are sadly closed!

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igotanna · 4 years

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“ I would like to read something with 8, 17, 26 jaebeom, fluff. Thanks you 💖 “ here you go @xx-mg thanks for requesting ^.^ I hope you like it!

17. “Hands off.”

8. “That’s rude.”

26. “Stop moving I’m almost done.”

prompt list here for more requests

gif is mine

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When your friend Becky convinced you to go to bar with her you knew something is going to happen. Well partly because in bars always something happens, but also because you had strange feeling like before storm or car crash. But because she was recovering from really bad break up, you went with her. She was about to do something crazy and you had to look after her.

When you entered the bar you remembered exactly why you don’t like bars. Noise, smell, darkness, lightnings, bunch of sweaty bodies and strangers. Why would anyone..?

„Y/N, I’ll get us a seat you go and get us drink,“ told you Becky and breezed in the crowd. You sighed. As always.

You made your way to the bar where you ordered wine.

„You’re starting smoothly right?“ you heard from the right side. You looked at the guy who adressed you. His cocky look and haughty posture indicated “type A pig”. You nodded politely and disappeared with your drinks to search for Becky. This was another reason why you hated crowded bars. Your other friends explained to you that with your innocent looking eyes and cute body you attracted douchebags.

You were sick to death of those guys.

Becky made you drink fast and then took you to dance. It was obvious she wants to get hammered as soon as possible. You went to the bar again within an hour.

You glanced on both sides to reveal he still sits there, laughing with his friends. You tried to look as strong as you could but you also heard some nasty notes on your body.

„A fine chick right?“ you heard in the group. Laugh and your heart beating faster. C’mon bartender could you bring me those damn shots?

„Yeah I wouldn’t mind…“ another laugh „Take a ride with me, doll?“

„That’s rude.“ Another voice from the other side.

You shot a glance at the guy who spoke up for you. You saw only leather jacket and probably some piercing. He was sitting in profile minding his own bussines like he was just an observer. Group from your right side started bandy words with him and you quickly beat a retreat taking your drinks and leaving.

You didn’t want to be part of this. Or reason or excuse for fight.

But the thought of one, just one decent man in this bar was warming. There are still people who are not affraid to stand for others when needed.

„You okay?“ shouted Becky to make herself heard over the music. You nodded and went to dance with her again. After all this might not be as bad evening as you thought.

You tried not to look to the bar too often but you caught yourself doing so. You tried to search for the guy but maybe because it was too dark or because of those people you couldn’t see anthing else than bartender making drinks. An idea of those bunch of jerks taking him out and beating him made you worry about the stranger. You saw many nauseating things happening in the club including outnumber group fighting individual. Nothing was more unfair.

„Do you want me to go with you?“ asked Becky when you told her you’re going to get more drinks. You were not really,but because you wanted to make sure one of them is still there and probability of them beating each other is lower. You shook your head.

Regretting almost the same minute you leaned on the bar you went there, you ordered another drinks. Both of them were still there, now giving piercing looks at each other. When the doughebag noticed you’re there again he openly put his hand on your shoulder and focused on you.

„Hi doll, remember me?“ just when he was about to get closer and probably whisper something in your ear another hand pushed his down from you.

You felt presence of another muscular body next to you „Hands off.“ Now you saw the leather jacket guy properly. He had dark hair and eyes, piercing below right eye and also nose piercing. He smiled politely at the douchebag „If you don’t mind.“ It was obviously ironic smile and the other noticed as well.

„I do.“ He nodded provocaively and tried to touch you again.

„Okay, that’s-..” you tried to reced yourself but leather jacket pushed you aside quicker. The boor’s fist shot out of nowhere quickly and with crunchy sound met leather jacket’s nose.

Wobbly on your heels you fell and you heard steps and voices as the crowd around tore those two apart.

You felt sharp pain above your left eyebrow and warm blood running down „Ah shit-..“ you pressed your palm against the gash. When you tried to get up a pair of hands helped you.

„I’m so sorry that’s my fault.“ You looked in the face of your saviour.

„No it’s..“ you hissed as the pain got heavier. His hand propped you by your elbow and he lead the way out of the club. You looked around to see if Becky isn’t searching for you but she probably didn’t notice. Good for her.

The stranger-gentleman sat you down on the kerb and kneeled in front of you. Now you saw his worried features. The pulsing pain slightly withdrew as you focused on him.

„May I?“ he asked with croaky voice and showed you the bandaid he got out of his pocket.

„Yeah. You’re really well prepared,“ you noted and he laughed.

„I just know how these night usually end.“ Then he wiped most of the blood away. His touch was gentle „I’m sorry,“ he apologized underbreath when he saw you clinchig jaw.

„Eyebrows always bleed the most.“ You remarked „I’m fine.“ You tried to pull away his hand. It was strange to be cared-about so much by a stranger.

„You’re not fine!“ he forbid you firmly. He continued with cleaning the gash. His gaze was deep and dark as he observed your face inch by inch to make sure you’re not hurt anywhere else. You focused on his caring eyes. Also you noticed his nose is hurt as well. There wasn’t a lot of blood but still.

„You’re hurt too!“ you exclaimed.

He laughed hearty as if it was something funny or not worth mentioning „That’s cute. You think I’m hurt? Did you see yourself?“ and he frowned again at your forhead.

When he took the bandaid and softly pushed it to the wound you hissed and pulled back again „Stop moving I’m almost done.“ He ordered you huskily.

„There.“ He let go of your face and looked in your eyes properly.

You smiled „Thank you.“

He frowned and shook his head „Don’t thank me it was me who pushed you.“

„Okay then I thank you for standing up for me.“ You laughed as he refused to take any gratitude.

He stretched out his hand and helped you to stand up „My pleasure.“ He smirked.

You both headed to the entrance. He was taller than you and his leather jacket chafed against your arm. You suddenly stopped and asked „Oh by the way what’s your name?“

He laughed and rubbed nape of his neck „Wh-why?“

„Well because I don’t want to tell everyone it was leather jacket guy who saved me.“ You explained with grin.

His hand quickly held out towards you „Jaebeom.“ Your palm fit in his „I’m Jaebeom.“ When you shook hands he raised eyebrows „Nice to meet you…“

„Uh- Y/N.“ you filled.

„Nice to meet you Y/N.“ the way he said your name made you act.

„Now Jaebeom, let me take care of your wound as well.“ You insisted. Because you couldn’t let him go that easily.

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rosesanthology · 4 years

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Escape Plan | Matsukawa Issei x F!Reader [mafia!AU]

This took me SO MUCH TIME to write aaaaaah it's not surprising that it's so long :0 i just have many many feelings for Matsukawa Issei ALSO im begging y'all to listen to the playlist before/as you read please !!

Im kinda pissed that i cant add a "read more" option since im on mobile tho :\

(Also ngl at first i planned to get one of the 2 shot but i didn't have the heart to go thru with it)

Warnings : Fluff, it starts with humor but at some point it gets angsty ???? Idk y'all tell me

- Au that could be considered as a ennemies-to-lovers type of situation

[Tags] : @raevaioli and @haikoo like i cannot stress this enough @haikoo this your main manz

- if you could only use one sentence to describe your job to a Karen it would be : stealing from the rich in order to trick other rich people

- you had been what the people would call a spy for most of your life now, the Tokyo based Nekoma Organisation being something close to a family

- you worked with both of your very good friends, Kuroo Testurou and Kozume Kenma

- Kuroo, the leader of your little squad, had been the first one to open up to you when you joined

- he was a gifted chemistry genius and you were sure he could make any poison or soporific out of the most random stuff

- he also had insane combat and physical abilities which made him fit to act in a lab as well as on mission grounds

- Kenma was a little more reserved at first, he was the same age as you but still was really reluctant to accept you as one of his own at first

- when he saw how much Kuroo trusted you and how interested you were in his work he slowly but surely found himself caring for you

- to put it simply Kenma, better known as "apple pi" was a hacker. His job ranged from creating computer viruses to full on enabling the security of whole museums

- despite his cute appearance and shy demeanor he was probably the scariest of you three

- finally, you Y/L L/N was the infiltration and weapons expert of the group, you could weild literally anything from guns, to swords to,,,,,metal rods (but you don't wanna talk about this one) and you were of great help when deciding which infiltration angle was the best in missions

- Kuroo, under the orders of Boss Nekomata, quickly taught you the dangers and ways of the job during your first months working with them, the organisation specializing in outsmarting rich bastards and stealing their precious ressources in order to make "better use of them"

- if they were hoarding a particularly efficient brand of medicine, your goal was to steal it all, and sell it to people in need for free or a low price

- if they were in possession of some important object like let's say,,,,,the construction plans for the emperor's new vacation house, you stole it, made copies to sell at a high price to the highest bidder and your good affiliate, the Fukurodani Corporation would keep an eye on the original as part of their personnal collection, you were fine with that

- yeah they were others organisations like that in Tokyo, your friends from the Fukurodani Corp of course but also the Shiratorizawa elite crime group with who you had worked a couple times before

- ah and there was the Yakuzas too....honestly they were the only group in Tokyo with whom you were still on dangerous terms with

- they didn't like Nekoma in their affairs and you didn't like them in yours, but you tolerated each other

- your boss had established a truce with the representant of the big Yakuza group of your area, Kondo "the viper" Takara, a truly scary woman who had blasted her way to the one of the top positions of the hierarchy

- she even had a cool nickname ヾ(｀ε´)ノ

- but you knew better than to mess with them

- all in all y'all kept doing your jobs well, not bothering anybody

- except for one remaining rivalry with some Miyagi group

- the Aoba Johsai Institution.

- well, rivalry would be a strong word because you kinda got along with that Iwaizumi guy, he was a great hand to hand combat fighter and you respected that

- the others however ? Trash. 👁3👁

- they seem to act like Tokyo will be their territory in the next 5 seconds flat like ??

- THEY DON'T EVEN GO THERE ????

- "they be acting like they can just swoop in and eat OUR rich" you had told Kuroo and Kenma one day over ramen

- spoiler alert : it was a bad idea cause Kuroo snorted and almost made the noodles go up his nose

- no but seriously they always seemed to take advantage of YOUR missions to attract attention

- how did they even know which missions you were on anyway ??? (Kenma and Kunimi are actually good friends cause they play video games together but he'd never tell you that)

- it's like that one time you infiltrated a business company's heir's residence and then you came across a dude named Hanamaki and you had the HARDEST time whisper shouting to him how blowing up the whole place was a bad idea to retrieve one (1) diamond

- at the end you felt so tired that you gave it to him anyway ಥ_ಥ ("just take it ffs" "really ??" "Don't make me regret this")

- they also had the single worst person ever on one of their teams.

- Matsukawa Issei

- just thinking about it made you want to take your metal bat and break something in your shared room with your two other friends

- seriously that guy was like the epitome of clownery

- he's also supposed to be his team's gun expert except that's not the best task for someone who refuses to take anything with him but his freaking FISTS

- the first time you had met y'all ended up being on the same case to assassinate some guy who had kidnapped some cute freckled kid from a place in Miyagi called Karasuno

- EXCEPT HE WAS IN TOKYO SO IT WAS YOUR DUTY !!! NOT HIS !!!!

- you had Kenma on the earbud telling you about the guy's position in the club you were currently one street away from. You were posted on the rooftop of a building with a sniper rifle ready to get done with it and go save the kid but GUESS WHO COMES IN FISTS SWINGING WHEN YOU LITERALLY HAD THE TARGET IN SIGHT

- and he had the nerve to look straight toward your rifle's aim and flip you off while smirking

- sir you're about to catch these hands🚶🏽

- he had knocked him out alright and he got the young boy out but you were NOT ready to let that slide so you quickly got down and crossed path with him at the back exit of the club

- "what exactly do you think you were doing in there ?" Listen. You may have sounded confident enough saying that but you had NO idea that this dude was like a whole ass giraffe

- and he knew he was tall so he had the audacity to say

- "sorry can't hear you so well from down there midget, i was just doing my job (▰˘◡˘▰)" if it weren't for the karasuno boy being right there you would have stabbed his kneecaps on sight

- anyway after that y'all just seemed to run into each other wayyyy too often

- insults were shared just as often tho

- "well butter my buns and call me betty broker if it isn't my sweet little midget shooting people !"

- "stfu before i choke you"

- "kinky but can you reach my neck ?"

- "you've sunk low enough"

-so yeah f u n t i m e s

- aside from that, business was going great but Kuroo had had news of a very important mission for you but he insisted on letting Boss Nekomata tell you about it himself for some reason

- he'd never done that :(

- you were kinda hurt that your best friend was hiding stuff from you tbh :(

- and Kenma did not seem to know more than you for now

- so you spent a whole week just mopping around

- sometimes you would go and poke fun and the newbie Lev Haiba but it wasn't the same

- Kuroo and Kenma kept working on missions while you were left waiting for that one assignment that Nekomata seemed to keep you for

- until today when Kuroo finally told you that the boss was requesting you in his office

- ngl you were EXCITED

- maybe you would have to zipline down the Tokyo tower (σ≧▽≦)σ maybe he was going to let you take a chainsaw with you this time (σ≧▽≦)σ

- maybe he- "oh" you deadpanned, stepping foot into the office and seeing none other than your arch nemesis, Matsukawa Issei in all his pisces clown glory

- "why tf are you there shitty eyebrows"

- "i had a good day too Y/N ! thanks for asking :D" today was the day. You were 100% ready to kill him and the knife that was attached to your thigh strap seemed like such a good option rn-

- "stop it you two. Y/N take a sit" Nekomata gestured, as you didn't hesitate to listen to your superior even fully aware of Mattsun's eyes annoyingly following your every movement

-"Okay so. Y/N i know you may be wondering why Matsukawa's here but to put it simply we've been informed that a rich family have gotten their hands on one of Aoba Johsai's rarest item : a gold engraved katana that belonged to their first boss"

- "so what do you need us for ?" You didn't mean to use "us" but you knew better than to piss off your boss, he was like a parental figure come on

- "i need you guys to infiltrate an auction held by said family and steal it back in the span of one week. It's up to you to work together or not but keep in mind that our arrangement states that we're autorised to make copies of the katana for future sells."

- you guys nodded, after all you were professionnals before everything and you were about to leave when Nekomata put something on the table

- "here are the keys to your appartment near the auction site it'll be your hideout !"

-.....now this had to be a cruel joke-

- "id rather sleep under a bridge then live with her for a whole week"

- "wow this is the first time we agree on something Mattsun" the oh so familiar nickname dripped in venom as you said it, unsure of what was supposed to happen

- "oh yes you could but i suppose that you don't have the supplies and tools that you will definitely need during that mission :)"

- you locked eyes with the brunette for a minute before reluctantly stomping to the table and grabbing hold of the keys and adress written on a paper, storming out of the door, letting out a loose "come on shitty eyebrows we have data to collect" to your new....partner ? Ugh it was about to be a long week

- it turns out the appartment was a lot smaller than you hoped for, with two single person beds, a computer post and different storing purposed furniture

- it was a common thing however, because the last thing an undercover spy would want is to draw attention with a flashy hideout

- the first step was to gather information on who would be at the auction which shouldnt be too hard

- "hey ill take the lead and contact my friend so that he can determine who is going to be here" you said as you sat on the chair in front of the computer

- "mm yeah you do that ill check what kind of weapons have been provided to us" Mattsun had no difficulty finding them as the drawers well full of them....this was very promising

- Kenma had just sent you the list of people that had been invited to the event, and you recognised many names as being members of the powerful Yakuza group lead by Konda Takara, of course.....the infamous viper herself

- you called out to Mattsun to show him and briefly explained what they were up too and how they usually fonctionned

- the auction was to take place the last 3 days after an opening party, leaving the rest of the week for preparations

- they usually took their time in comitting their crimes so you thought that stopping them mid plan by taking advantage of it was the best way to get the sword

- Mattsun didn't have anything to say for the moment, seemingly thoughtful about the whole situation

- "just so you know" you started, already regretting the decision of talking in your head, "i don't plan on being friends with you anytime soon but i feel like for this we should at least try not to rip each other's hair out"

- "i never planned on that second option"

- "huh ?"

- "i hope you know that we've never had a single conversation without insults of some kind before so for the sake of both of us it would be better to actually get to know each other since we're supposed to work together"

- you hated to admit it

- but he was right

- however you didn't comment on it, opting for throwing him a dry "let's sleep" before plopping yourself on your own bed on the other side of the room

- this is about to be one hell of a week

-3 days had passed in the crammed appartement both you and Mattsun struggling to inform yourself on each specific individual that was going to be present at the auction

- right now, you were both sitting on the floor, wearing simple oversized shirts and pyjama pants and shorts, cheese pizza box laying on top of the document covered surface

- "Mattsun, pass me the paper about Okuda Takeda please" :000

- Matsukawa froze, because he knew that in 2 days of living together y'all had establised that you wouldn't be at each other's throats

- but hearing you using his nickname unironically and saying please ???? That was still something he had to get used to

- "what are you staring at ? Give me the paper shitty eyebrows >:[" ah there she was

- "thats my girl" he thought, handing you the document and resuming his own reading

- here's the catch : Mattsun was head over heels in love with you since like day 1 that Hanamaki told him about this pretty girl who let him take the diamond from his mission. He tried to repress his feelings as he had noticed that you seemed way closer with your friend Kuroo who he had seen on missions with you

- maybe you liked him

- he would understand, he seemed way more confident than him and he was also probably way smarter since he was a genius and all

- also the way you were always soft to him and not Matsukawa kinda got to him

- he wanted you to hug HIM after a mission too and NOT insult him

- but he judged it for the better as he still got to be close to you in his own way with the playful fights you always seemed to pick with him

- it was easier than confronting his feelings or rejection

- this mission proved to make things so much harder for him tho

- like yeah he saw you being a badass plenty of other times but now ?

- he got to see you being all clingy and grumpy in the morning (he never knew being called a dumbass while you were falling back asleep on his shoulder was his thing but hey) , got to see your nose scrunch up when you were focusing on mapping out the position of the vent system of the venue

- he could go on for hours about how much he loved you and your plan was not making it easy.....profiting off the yakuzas' plan took way too much waiting and he understood that you wanted it to go as well as possible but he just couldn't keep living like this until then

- it felt like torture

- and he did not want to see you in that gorgeous dress that you were supposed to wear at the auction during the infiltration

- he knew that a couple more days could drive him crazy and make him do dumb shit like kissing you

- he had thought about that a lot of times but never brought himself to do it because je knew it was pointless

- he had to take action now

- the night of the opening ceremony, the day before the Yakuzas would start their scheme

- both of you were laying in your beds, awake, that was a habit you had developped over the past nights, you were just, aware of each other's presence and then sometime you would ask him something about his life, his friends, himself

- it made his heart beat too fast everytime and he could feel himself falling even more by the second when he heard you giggling talking about the time you pulled a prank on your friend Yaku with Kuroo

- he knew that you were already very sleepy from the way you were slurring your words

- "Y/N do you hate me ?" He said, abruptly and he heard a strangled laugh coming from you followed up by the question

- "what's that for dummy ?"

- "please answer" he asked in a whisper, sounding almost desperate

- you took a second to think about it

-you had grown quite close to your tall partner in such a short period of time, even letting your guard down and stopping from being so defensive

- "i don't hate you....i could never" you said the last part more to yourself tho but Matsukawa didn't miss it, he wished he did as he heard the soft sighs coming from your now sleeping form

- his heart ached as he got up, putting on his black coat over his mathing turtleneck shirt, taking his gun and spare map of the auction venue

- you were totally going to hate him now....

- and then he left for the opening party

- the rain was pouring outside

- for some reason you couldn't sleep well that night

- that only happened whenever Kuroo was out on a mission at night or Kenma was working in his office

- you hated sleeping alone, you couldn't do it

- being alone was the one thing you dreaded the most in your life, death was nothing if nobody knew where you were, if nobody aknowledged your existence you weren't alive

- but Mattsun was there and you trusted him.

- yeah you were kind of an ass to him during like 90% of your interactions with him but you just didn't know how to talk to him ??? He was so strong and good at what he did so you couldn't help but feel admiration but also intimidation

- yet you've felt probably more comfortable with him than anyone in your life (yes even Kuroo and Kenma weirdly enough)

- it was a nice feeling

- maybe it was because you saw him differently than them...

- but anyway

- you felt like yourself around him

- and yet

- why couldn't you sleep ?

- "Mattsun ?" You called out to him, voice cracked from not having used it for a while

- no answer

- maybe he didn't hear you over the rain....?

- you had a bad feeling about this

- "Mattsun ?" You called out a little louder, sitting up

- yep definitely

- you turned on the light and to your surprise, Matsukawa was nowhere in sight

- your heart sunk at the realization

- you were alone

- what about the plan ? Ah its true that he never said anything about it

- did he not trust you enough with it ? Did he think you were too assertive ?

- you wanted to cry but it seemed as if your brain wasn't working, your body rushing on its own to check the date and time on your phone : past 10pm on thursday night.....

- the opening party !

- "shit shit shit he must have gone there to take them by surprise wtf is he thinking doing this alone?" You thought aloud, maybe it would trick your body into not being scared

- at this point you were terrified, rushing to get the red dress on as well as putting your 2 guns under each of your thigh straps

- is he alone ? Surrounded by highly trained and dangerous Yakuzas ? What if....you were too late ?

- you didn't have time to think too much about it as you knew that this kind of thoughts led nowhere.

- you had to infiltrate that party the fastest you've ever done in your life and see for yourself, luckily, the venue was only a few crossroads away from your appartment

- truth was Mattsun's plan was not so bad

- after all you had insisted on making him find info on every staff member there too so it's thanks to you if he just so happened to know what type of guy that one waitress liked in order to flirt with her and convince her that he had forgotten his watch in one of the closed off aeras of the venue

- the place was absolutly gigantic, after all it was a mansion bought will illegal money

- he hated this, he just wanted to get it over with, retrieve the sword, gtfo and go back to Miyagi forever so that he wouldn't feel the pain of the illusion of being by your side when you were clearly far ahead of him

- you'd always been anyway

- he had finally reached the generator room and opened the vents with much difficulty as the room was a mess of cardboard boxes and storage shelves

- he was just going to cut the power, which would take about 15 minutes to get back, allowing him to go thru the vents to the main hall that was right thru the wall to his side, retrieve the sword and just make a run for it

- hopefully the rain would cover most of the sound he made so that was even better

- see that would have been great if he hadn't felt the icy cold metal of a gun at the nape of his neck as he was fiddling with the generator

- he had been caught.

- it was the end.

- shit he fucked the whole mission over and now even you didn't have a chance to-

- "what exactly do you think you're doing Mattsun ?" You said coldly even tho the hurt in your tone didnt go unnoticed by the taller man

- "haha Y/N whatchu doing here on this fine night ? You look stunning btw"

- "Cut the crap shitty eyebrows i asked you a question"

- you finally lowered your gun allowing your harsh glare to show how upset you truly were

- damn, Matsukawa really felt shitty :\

- he'd never seen you like that- well not soaked from the rain but....so vulnerable to him

- all your feelings talks happened in the dark of night in your hideout, he'd never seen your face look so pained before

- "I did what was best for both us..."

- "bullshit." He wasn't sure that he believed himself either to be honest

- "what the fuck are you even doing anyway ? I thought you and i were in this mission together ?? Did nothing matter to you ? I finally think that i found someone who i could trust other than my fucking family and that's what you do ? Ditch me for your own profit ?? You did what was best for your damn self Matsukawa"

- you were upset. He got it really, his insecurities had gotten the best of him like they often did....except he didn't have the strength to confront them, to confront you about it. So he got it and he didn't retaliate.

- "so what ?? You're not even going to say anything ?? Not even TRY to fucking apologize ? Do you really don't care ?" You searched for his eyes, but little did you know that he just....couldn't talk nor maintain eye contact with you right now

- "Mattsun...i thought you and i had...something ? I don't know maybe i hallucinated or some shit but i thought we were at least friends you know ? D-did you ever tolerate me at all ?"

- your voice cracked, it got lower and it cracked, and at that moment he was sure his heart broke right at this instant too

- he wanted to tell you that that was the farthest thing from the truth

- he wanted to tell you that he loved you

- but you were too far. Once again, you were miles ahead of him, more than ever

- and the sound of voices coming from the corridor did NOT HELP

- you could not afford being found here so with the professionalism left in you, you pushed your feelings away and pulled Mattsun behind a shelf, crouching and waiting

- you were so close he could feel you shivering from the cold and he felt so so bad

- but now was not really the moment

- "didn't you hear shouting ?" Shit. Maybe you should have waited until getting out of here for your heart to heart because this guard was definitely not trippin

- there were 2, luckily they didn't have the idea to split up to search the room, all you had to do was move low and close to the walls in order reach the door and well....the katana literally could not matter less to any of y'all rn

- at this moment you really regretted going out in such a hurry completly forgetting to contact Kenma, he could have hacked into the camera system and told you were they were so easily.....

- anyway, despite that you guys were stealthy enough to get out if the room

- now the problem was getting out of here.....

- you held Mattsun's wrist loosely as you ran thru the corridor of the building, thunder raging and labored breathing filling the silence

- "Y/N we could get out from the rooftop !" Right....if you could only get there then maybe you could just parcour your way out of this by getting on other rooftops....damn you were glad Matsukawa always thought of every escape plan possible

- you didn't really mean what you said earlier

- yes, you were disappointed but, you were also scared for his dumbass

- and rn may not be the best moment to realize it as you were most likely in a life of death situation but....you loved him

- fuck you loved him so much that you were running in a goddamn dress right now

- "i truly hoped it wasn't you" said a voice from the end of the lobby

- of course it just had to be the Yakuza boss you dreaded so much

- Kondo was just standing there, arms crossed but you knew better than to take her lightly

- "did you come to retrieve it ?" Its funny how her voice seemed to dominate even the full on storm outside, the occasional lightning bolt shining light from the huge windows into the corridor

- "No....let us pass please we just want to leave" Mattsun felt how tensed you were and immediatly rested his hand on his gun handle under his coat

- "yeah sure sweetheart but only if you tell your guard dog to calm down unless he wants me to cut his fingers clean off" she threatened nonchalantly as her hand met the handle of her own katana strapped to her belt

- Matsukawa was deadass glaring at her so hard you didn't recognise him

- he honestly looked like he could take her on but...you didn't feel like testing this theory tonight

- "hey hey, it's alright" you soothed him, putting your hand on his arm and squeezing slightly

- it seemed to work because he quickly let go of his gun even tho he was still glaring

- "let us go" he said firmly

- she pushed herself out of the way and motionned with her arm as if to say "go on~" in the most theatrical way

- you passed her without issues and soon found yourself on the roofs as planned in Mattsun's escape route and made it safely to the streets, rain still pouring

- you were finally letting out a breathe you didn't know you were holding all this time

- you were alive and most importantly, so was he

- you turned around and were ready to say something when he cut you off by grabbing your arms and pulling you into a kiss

- it was short but it managed to get his point across very well as well as warm you up when he wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his forehead against yours

- "i love you Y/N....i swear i didn't mean to hurt you and put you in danger like that....if i knew i would have done things differently i-"

- "i love you too Mattsun and it's never been a problem to me, i've done way more dangerous things in my life than rescue my boyfriend from getting killed dummy"

- in the end, you weren't alone

- somehow he had become, your escape plan from it

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