#cue to them boys fighting nicely dressed

[pebre-con-aji]

you know that trope where a person has a knife/weapon strapped to the thigh under a skirt?

and the other trope, a person with more hidden weapons on them than they could possibly carry?

now, imagine this situation:

the chain in a formal event, they leave their things behind and the one item they have on hand in Wild's slate. Also, Legend is wearing a dress.

suddenly they get attacked but have no weapons, except for Legend, who takes one big ass dagger from under his skirt, two combat knives, probably poisoned throwing blades, etc.

badassery ensues

[greenglowinspooks]

To be honest. DCxDP where the reason Danny meets the bats is Ace the Bat-hound

Like, just think about it for a second. Danny is in Gotham for college, or maybe he just moved out to find a city where having mad scientist parents isn’t actually that unusual.

He can see ghosts.

The ghosts know this.

Now he’s getting harassed left and right by spirits trying to get closure. Fine, whatever, most of them are a one-and-done type deal, and the amount of ghosts trying to get his help steadily decreases.

Except for this one very stubborn dog.

It just keeps showing up and leading him to crime scenes! He doesn’t know how many “anonymous tips” he can call in to the cops before they trace his phone! And this dog, this incredibly good boy, will not stop trying to help the city. He’s never met anyone with such a strong sense of justice, let alone a dog. Can dogs even have a moral compass?

And so Danny just accepts the fact that Ace isn’t going anywhere and becomes his reluctant sidekick/dedicated medium. He leans into the whole thing, dressing up in a mix of traditional magic-user attire and accessories that pay homage to the ghost dog.

He becomes somewhat well known. The psychopomp detective following around the shadowy figure of a German Shepard? That’s unusual! That’s weird! I mean, it’s not the weirdest thing in Gotham, sure, but he’s a new vigilante and he’s got a ghost dog that people can only see when it’s around him. Someone’s gonna notice.

Damian, as Robin, is the first to reach out to him.

Ace doesn’t know Damian but he does know a Robin, and while this isn’t his Robin, he’s still friendlier than usual. Danny’s panicking because oh god the bats are here and also is this kid gonna steal my ghost dog, Damian is absolutely delighted by Ace, and Ace is just happy to see a Robin again.

Damian decides that the psychopomp isn’t a danger to anyone, and there’s no reason to put this encounter into his reports, really, and perhaps Danny can help with some of his cases in the future.

Danny is sweating bullets because Damian basically tells him that he’ll keep him secret as long as he gets to play with Ace. Ace is happy that he’s finally getting some bat affiliated crime-fighting assistance.

And so, Danny is now both Ace AND Damian’s reluctant assistant. At least whenever he’s in trouble, he can always call a middle schooler to help him.

(Is Robin even in school? He’s out patrolling damn near every night, and he stays out late as hell. Does he have a bedtime? He should.)

Eventually it gets to the point where Damian is going over to Danny’s house. When he first sees it, he has a damn bitch you live like this moment, to which Danny responds that not everyone has the money to afford a nice place. Damian counters that he could at least take the time to clean up, and Danny replies that he’s working, going to school, and being a vigilante assistant to a ghost dog, something’s got to give.

Danny nearly has a heart attack when he checks his bank account the next day and sees that someone transferred him 10,000 dollars.

And so they get into a routine. Danny and Damian fight crime with Ace at night, and occasionally Damian stops by during the day to play with Ace and have Danny help with his homework.

(Damian is smart enough to do it on his own, but some of the instructions are written incredibly confusingly, and he would never admit to needing help to his family. Danny is just glad that the kid is in school and cares about his education, blissfully unaware that he’s basically emotionally adopted him.)

Damian is used to being in Danny’s company.

Eventually, when going over a case with the family, Damian absentmindedly remarks that he’ll have to ask Danny about some of the clues that they might be missing. Nightwing asks who he means and Damian makes a face like he just swallowed a lemon.

Cue shitstorm.

Who is “Danny?” Why is Damian willing to ask for help from anyone, much less someone outside of the family? Does he know who Damian is? Has Damian been compromised? What the hell is going on?

Damian now has to explain that Danny is the psychopomp with the ghost dog who he might have met hunted down while on patrol and conveniently not mentioned, but he’s not a bad person, really, and he lets him play with Ace, and he’s been quite helpful on certain cases due to his ability to talk to ghosts.

Bruce insists that the family meet Danny. Damian, hoping that he won’t just skip town the second he hears the news, relents.

Danny is surprisingly eager to meet the bats, considering his earlier fears.

Damian, blissfully unaware of what’s coming, sets a time and place to meet.

Once everyone is there, he gives Bruce the earful of a lifetime.

Robin is in middle school! Danny knows that there’s no way to stop the boy from going on patrol, but you could at least shift his schedule so he gets enough sleep on school nights! Does the Bat even know where he is half the time?! (No) And why isn’t he comfortable asking his family for help with both cases and homework? Did they ever even notice how much time he was spending at Danny’s house? If Danny was a bad person, he could have seriously hurt the poor boy! Shame on you!

Nightwing is mortified that Damian didn’t trust him enough to tell him about any of this. Red Hood is laughing his ass off, because yeah Danny is making good points but he’s also chewing out the literal Batman. Tim is recording the whole thing. Steph is delighted by the absolute gall of this Danger Twink™️, and already planning to add him to several groupchats. Damian is more embarrassed than he’s ever been in his entire life.

You, he points to Nightwing, did your academic life feel supported when you were a Robin? Nightwing is too stunned to speak. Red Hood, eternal shit-stirrer, says that oh, we all prioritized patrol over our education, that’s just how it is. Red Robin actually dropped out of high school to avoid distractions, did you know that?

Danny honest-to-god shrieks at this.

He finishes his angry rant and leaves, everyone too stunned to stop him.

And as it turns out, Tim wasn’t the only person recording the whole thing.

The entire internet is blowing up with Psychopomp The Danger Twink™️’s rant. People are taking sides. Things are getting messy. Red Hood literally admitting on-camera to previously being a Robin is somehow not the main focus here.

Eventually someone connects some dots from the video, as well as stories circling the internet about the psychopomp. A ghost dog named Ace, who is the literal only reason that the psychopomp is fighting crime at all, which seems incredibly fond of Nightwing and Robin.

A crime-fighting dog who wants constant attention from both the current and original Robin.

Oh my god, Ace the Bat-hound died and became a crime-fighting ghost.

And, somehow, that’s still not the strangest thing going on in Gotham.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Goddamn Vampire 🦇🖤

Eddie and Steve are suspicious of the new guy in Hawkins who has taken a shine to you.

Robin and Nancy think they are both being idiots, however the boys are determined something is afoot...

Cue hijinks, jealousy and... monsters of the blood sucking variety, mutual pining from you, Eddie and Steve, slaying vamps and fluff🖤🦇

As you sunk your teeth into me, oh

Bloodsucker, famefucker

Bleedin' me dry, like a goddamn vampire - Olivia Rodrigo

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The town of Hawkins had been quiet for months now. Ever since the defeat of Vecna, and all the monsters in The Upside Down, life was returning to normal.

It had been a busy few months, for the first time in a long time, you and the rest of the Hawkins gang were able to have fun, didn't have to worry about the next apocalyptic threat rearing it's ugly head.

No, Hawkins was now peaceful and boring but you'd take boring over fighting for your life any day.

The most pressing matter of the last few months was your growing feelings for Eddie and for Steve. The three of you had been joined at the hip, friendly feelings had deepened into something... more (at least your feelings had grown for the boys) but frustratingly you had no idea if they felt the same.

How did you even begin to broach talking about a subject like that in the first place? With your feelings all over the place, you were growing crankier by the minute.

Usually you loved working with Steve and Robin at Family Video but right now all you wanted was some time to yourself, to process all of these feelings and figure out what to do about them.

The bell above the door tinkles as a customer comes in, Steve is too busy talking to one of the babes in his fan club to notice, you ignore the flash of jealousy you feel and greet the customer.

Instantly your bad mood vanishes as you stare agog at the guy, he's new around here and his eyes are mesmering, the prettiest you've seen and they smoulder when he meets your gaze.

What were you annoyed about again?

...

Steve notices you talking to this new guy, he's never seen the dude in Hawkins before and the way he's looking at you makes Steve's stomach tighten with jealousy.

Alice is chattering a mile a minute and he's relieved when Robin discreetly steps in so he can get a break.

He's walks over to you and gently touches your arm, you're just staring at the guy with a glazed look on your face. It's unnerving.

"Hey you okay?" he asks and you startle, smile at him and then turn to the guy again.

"Steve, this is Nik, he's new in town" Steve nods as he studies him. The guy is goodlooking, his pale skin is almost translucent, golden brown eyes and a long dark hair.

He's dressed impeccably in a suit and tie, an ornate and frankly ostentatious ring on his right hand catches Steve's attention.

"Nice to meet you Steven, and you my love" he takes your hand and kisses it which leaves you flustered and almost shy. "Until we meet again"

Steve can't remember seeing you so overwhelmed from a guys attention. It's like the guy cast some spell over you and quite frankly if he's some weird, hypnotising demon of some kind then Steve wants the guy as far away from you as possible.

Eddie thinks it's ridiculous. He's almost healed from the demobat attack and has been up on his feet for at least two months now with no problems.

As soon as his shift in Family Video ended Steve was at his door and ranting about some dude and you at the store.

In those two months there's been a weird tension between you, him and Steve. The kind in which Eddie wants to kiss the both of you, repeatedly so he isn't thrilled at hearing about some new guy flirting with you.

He's always knew he liked guys and girls but saying it out loud in a town that still thinks he's some sort of pariah is terrifying, so he says nothing about how he feels to you or Steve.

Still, he knows that you and Steve can feel the pull between the three of you, so when Steve brings up how much he doesn't like this new guy Nik he chalks it up to Steve being jealous a bit like how he feels now.

"Fine, fine. I'm a little jealous but I'm telling you dude it's like he had her in a trance... Like a magician or some shit" Eddie rolls his eyes.

"You're being paranoid dude, Vecna is dead, the Upside Down and The Mind flayer are no more but we're all still trying to deal with the fact that there is no threat anymore, it's understandable that you're a little protective and suspicious"

Frustrated that Eddie isn't listening Steve makes it his mission that he will prove the new guy is bad news and he's not Jealous... Well he is but it's not just that. He has a gut feeling.

Fortunately he's distracted by his musings when Eddie gently squeezes his hand, it sends his emotions haywire and the new feelings he has for Eddie (that he's still processing) rush to the surface.

"I'll prove it to you Ed" Eddie sighs and nods in defeat.

"Fine and when nothing happens will you chill out?" Sure, he will chill out because he will have proved that Nik was... well he didn't know what but he will find out.

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Nik is introduced to the group as your friend and Steve takes this time to watch him carefully, Eddie reluctantly joining in.

It's around this time that Steve is beginning to feel a bit stupid because Nik seems like a normal dude, with a slight penchant for various different suits.

So yeah now he feels a little dumb and annoyed at how easily Nik has gotten your attention, how everyone immediately seems to love him.

Eddie while reluctant at first begins to notice things that Steve doesn't. Like the fact that when Nik is talking to you or someone else his pupils enlarge and it's like his eyes go completely black, and he talks in a slow melodic voice as he does this.

When he's finished it's like you and the others come out of a trance just like Steve said. He also notices that Argyle and El don't seem to affected in fact El seems to be watching Nik with a scowl on her face.

He leans over to Steve who holds his hands up in surrender. "I guess I got it wrong dude, I'm sorry. He seems nice" Steve looks flustered as he says this and Eddie shakes his head which immediately captures Steve's attention.

"No? You think he's up to no good?" Steve whispers and Eddie nods.

"He's up to something. That eye gaze thing he does is weird. His eyes look like they go completely black dude, I don't like it and El obviously doesn't like the guy either, she must sense sonething"

There was no choice. It was time to investigate him properly.

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Of course, in the few days that followed it was extremely difficult to actually pin point where Nik would be, he appeared out of nowhere and showed up at random times.

Eddie was sure he was a bat or some shapeshifter, it was probably a ridiculous thought he knew that. However, after Vecna and all the monsters and shit from The Upside Down he wasn't so quick to dismiss the idea.

He was attempting to chill out with Argyle and spend some time with you and Steve without Captain creepy showing up.

Eddie loved making you and Steve smile, particularly loved watching Steve blush or you smile shyly at him when he flirted with you. It gave him some hope that everything would be okay.

His happiness was to be short lived as Nick showed up again which put Eddie in a bad mood. It was lucky though that the visit gave him and Steve the answer to what exactly Nik was...

Argyle was waiting for Jonathan to show up for movie night, he quite simply wanted to let the sunshine in as it was quite dark in your house,

"You can't open the curtain... I don't know why but you can't open it" you tell him and Argyle, Eddie and Steve exchange confused looks.

It they are puzzled it's nothing like how you feel, you've felt hazy and a blur of confusion for days. Like some sort of brain fog.

Steve ignores this and opens it anyway, there a growl from Nik and he's moved from one side to the room to another so fast. How the fuck did he do that? Did anyone see him do it?

Argyle nods and puts his hands up in a platacory gesture. "Okay, calm down my dude. Some sunshine might be good for you though brosnacho, just saying"

Eddie who's been quiet through the whole ordeal is rooted to the spot. He seen how fast Nik moved, the aversion to sunlight, how he can seemingly bend people to his will with just one look.

He knows what Nik is now and he's petrified at what he's up against.

A vampire.

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"A vampire" Steve repeats skeptical and a Eddie frantically nods his head.

"Steve, you saw what he was like. He pratically bit Argyle's head of when he opened the curtains. He has that big fancy ring so it must give him some protection in the daylight but not completely"

They've spent the last half hour arguing about this, quietly so the kids don't hear or aren't suspicious, and most of them aren't.

Well, Dustin is the exception. He's naturally suspicious why Eddie and Steve keep sneaking off and speaking together in hushed whispers, so he eavesdrops just a little bit.

He didn't expect to hear the two of them talk about Nik and that he was a vampire.

"Are you serious. You two are full of shit" he laughs and Steve startles at Dustin's interruption, then he goes into full "babysitter" mode, you know that pose he does? Hand on his hip, stern gaze and full of authority.

Yeah... Dustin is more interested in their dumb conclusions about Nik then to pay attention to that.

"Okay, look I'm glad you two are getting along but seriously vampires?" Robin and Nancy pick the perfect time to come in for some snacks and Nancy glares at Eddie the Steve.

"Are you still on this dumb vampire mission?" she folds her arms and looks at them both irratated. Steve made the mistake of telling her and Robin last night about his and Eddie's musings.

Mostly, Robin just called the two of them dinguses but Nancy's disappointed look cut deep.

"We suspect he is, we don't know for sure" Eddie points out. He's completely unperturbed at Nancy and Robin's identical looks of derision, he knows in his gut that something isn't right with Nik.

"You know what enough, Robin and I are going to watch the movie. When you've finished with this idiocy then come join us" with that she marches out, Robin gives them an apologetic shrug then walks away too.

It was a crazy notion yes but Eddie was determined to prove that him and Steve were right, he just didn't know how or how to get people to believe them. Steve's crestfallen look tugs at his heart and he pats him on the back, hoping to cheer him up.

"You're right you know" Eddie swears, the turns around and finds El who's been listening into the conversation. God, she was so quiet that he didn't even hear her come in.

Dustin raises his eyebrows and moves closer to El "You mean Nik is a vampire?" El frowns and sighs.

"I don't know what he is. Just that something is off about him and when I try to catch a glimpse of something I can piece together, something tangible, it's like all I can feel is darkness from him, just cold and a lot of power, hunger"

This roots the three boys to the spot and Dustin is the first one take charge.

"Screw movie night. It's time to break out the big guns"

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"Comic books? Seriously Henderson? You brought us to your house to look at a lot of dorky books?" Steve rolls his eyes as he settles on Dustin's bed.

"How dare you. Some of these are mint condition Steve and... You know what we don't have time for this. These comic books can help defeat Nik"

Eddie nods as he flicks through a comic book that details about vampire hunters, various ways to kill a vampire. Stakes, crosses, crossbows, fire, holy water. Yeah, all straight forward he huffs.

"Butthead, we appreciate the help but if he is a vampire, then we need proof and absolutely no way are you getting involved in that" There's an air of chaos in Eddie's eyes and Steve is nervous at what that means.

"That's such bullshit dude. We all faced Vecna and lots of other shit, I'm not a child. I can handle it" Steve nods. Dustin is right but he's still not going anywhere near this.

"Yeah and I'm meant to look after you and the rest of you little shits and I don't want anything to happen to you okay? Eddie and I are doing this alone" Dustin raises his eyebrow then snorts.

"Okay, then what's your plan genius? Go straight to a vamps lair with no weapons? You'll need to whittle stakes and get holy water. Or at least light the assholes ass up and before all that you need proof he is what you say he is"

Eddie flashes him a dimpled smile, ruffles his hair and winks. "I have a plan Dusty bun, just you wait"

Dustin curses Max for telling Eddie about the nickname Suzie gave him and their song but most of all he curses that Eddie's plan could very well mean disaster...

"There's been no murders or shit like that. Surely if this dude was a blood sucking monster then he'd leave a trail of bodies, there would be news about it. Hopper would warn us all"

Dustin had a point but what if the guy was hiding the bodies? They couldn't rule anything out.

"You're right, so we go to my plan. Operation proof and bagsy us a Vamp" Eddie claps his hands together looking excited and Dustin is filled with a sense of foreboding.

Yeah this was going to go great wasn't it...

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"I thought you said this was foolproof! A genius plan you said Munson"

"Calm down big boy, I got us in didn't I? Deadbeat fathers come in handy once in a while after all"

Yeah Eddie had got them into Nik's house, but if they found nothing and got caught breaking in entering, then they were screwed.

"Lets just look around kay? You see anything unusual?" Steve does as he's asked and frowns as he takes a quick look around the house, it doesn't take long and he finds nothing strange, however there is a basement.

Weird shit could be happening in that basement Steve muses, he's seen a lot of horror movies.

"There's no mirrors in the house" he mutters and Eddie looks at him like he's grown two heads.

"So?"

"So how does the dude do his hair?" he isn't sure why he's focusing so much on it. He's anxious and babbling, hoping to find nothing sinister but a bad feeling is brewing, a tension in the air.

"What? Steve not everyone has a twenty minute routine to keep up their rep as the king of hair" Eddie teases and Steve blushes, how did he know... Of course, Dustin told him, the little shit.

"Basement. Let's check the basement, if there's nothing then the plan was a bust and we are wrong about this" Which would make him feel insanely stupid, there had to be something. Why would El sense bad vibes from this guy if he was sweetness and light?

The basement is locked but with a quick trick with a paperclip the lock clicks open and Eddie gives a grim smile of satisfaction.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" they freeze as they hear your voice and turn around to find you glaring at them.

Shit.

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You had heard quite enough of Eddie and Steve's babbled excuses after catching them sneaking around Nik's house and roll your eyes as you take in their dishevelled and guilty appearance.

"We were worried about you. What are you doing here?" Eddie accuses and Steve is ready to jump in incase things get heated.

"You two are ridiculous! Nik is my friend, he invited me to look at books of the towns history when I mentioned I was into the that kind of stuff. He's not some homicidal maniac or whatever it is you two have in your head that he is" they at least have the grace to look ashamed but Steve ploughs on relentless.

"We think he's a vampire" he whispers and you gawk at the pair of them. Okay, you could get them being a bit angsty after all the shit that everyone had been through with Vecna and The Upside Down but vampires? Vampires were fictional.

"Vampires aren't real" you reply and feel a headache growing, god you loved the both of them... Recently in more than a friendly way but this was bonkers.

"Actually, according to Dustin there has been historical records of supposed vampire activity dating back to... He trails off at the look you give him.

"You involved Dustin in this?" you ask them growing steadily more annoyed and head down into the basement gesturing for them to follow and wave your hand around.

"See there's nothing. Absolutely nothing, just an old freezer that probably is hosting this year's Christmas dinner or something" you know they most likely want proof and there's a weird sense of urgency that's telling you to open the freezer.

Once you do Eddie and Steve see the moment that your eyes widen and you go from looking angry to stunned, then terrified.

"Sweetheart? Eddie moves towards you and then he sees it. The body. With two holes in its neck, blood bags surrounding it. Well fuck, him and Steve were right.

"We have to get out of here" Steve takes charge and yanks you and Eddie away from the freezer, slams it shut and is ready to run like hell away from here.

"Oh don't run on my account" a voice comes from above and Steve freezes as Nik walks down the steps to join them. Gone is the handsome smile and in place is his true face, piercing red eyes, sharp elongated fangs appear as he laughs at how terrified they are.

"I must say, I love it when prey runs, gets the blood pumping. It's divine" he leaps down the rest of the steps and lands in a flourish in front of you.

"Nothing personal love, you just smell delicious. Sorry about my compulsion but it got you here so I can't complain" fear roots you to the spot but something else builds up inside you, a rising wave of anger.

Steve reaches in his pocket and whistles for Niks attention. "Hey man, catch" he throws the glass of holy water that shatters instantly as it hits Nik full force in the face.

An agonising scream tears from his throat and Steve yells for you all to move. Just when it seems you might reach some freedom, the door slams shut and Nik blocks it, his face still scarred and sizzling from the holy water.

The sight drives you back down the stairs and Eddie throws weapons out of his bag while Steve managed to get a lucky punch on Nik's face before he's sent tumbling down the steps.

Nik reaches out to grasp Eddie by his vest and the stake clatters to the floor, Steve goes to retrieve it but is kicked in the ribs for his trouble.

"Silly boys, you think you could take on me? You have no idea what you're dealing with... Nik's eyes bulge, he gasps and let's Eddie go.

Producing from his chest is one of the stakes that he whittled with Steve and you're holding it breathing heavily, fury in your eyes, like an avenging goddess.

"That's for messing with and hurting my friends, you jam the stake in harder and it digs deeper into Niks heart' and that's for fucking with me in the first place. Big mistake asshole"

Nik staggers and Eddie tosses Steve his lighter, in a second Nik is lit up and his dying screams fill the air as he's reduced to ash.

"That was badass" Steve whispers stunned and you smirk. No one messes with your boys.

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It's an hour or so later, you're showered and changed into fresh clothes, cleaning of blood and Vamp dust at your house.

You're sure Nik was an old old Vamp, not that you know exactly what age he is or anything, it's more like a feeling. The mind control, the tricks he had, the ability to appear anywhere at anytime.

Eddie joked about him being a bat according to Steve and you wouldn't be surprised if that's what he could shapeshift into.

Right now you have more pressing matters, after surviving through the Vamp shit show you've decided life is too short and you're going to do something about this connection you, Eddie and Steve have.

The boys are together on the couch, heads bent and hands entwined as they discuss what happened earlier, they smile as you approach them and you work the courage up to say what you're feeling.

"So, here's the thing. I think the three of us know that there's a connection between us and I've decided after we almost became Vamp food that I'm sick of denying how I feel. I want you both and I don't care what others say or think"

Eddie and Steve beam, identical thrilled smiles as you settle between them.

"Why don't we start with a date?" Steve suggests and you agree happily, Eddie looks on cloud nine and blushes when you kiss his cheek, then Steve's.

"Well boys, I'd love to. It's a date but that's a discussion for morning. For now, why don't we just enjoy the night huh?" you stand up, let the robe slip away and pool at your feet.

Eddie's eyes widen and Steve grins turning to Eddie and nudges him. "Sounds fine to me sweetheart"

"Fuck, absolutely" Eddie nods eagerly and you lead them into your bedroom, shutting the door and after a while all that can be heard is giggles and soft moans.

...

After a few hours there's a gentle breeze at the window as the three of you sleep contented. It's so slightly ajar, so when the strange mist seeps inside you barely stir.

The mist hovers for a second before turning corporeal, it changes into a dark shadow then into Nik who gazes down at the three of you.

He's distracted by a sound near the door and turns for a split second. It's that second that is fatal as a stake once again plunges into his chest.

You stand beside him and roll your eyes as he swears, utterly furious.

"Oh, I've seen your movies dude. You always come back. I suggest you go far away from here" he explodes into dust and when the mist comes back, it vanishes quickly and doesn't return.

"Princess, come back to bed" Eddie moans and Steve reaches for you. The noise has stirred them from their slumber and you dare that asshole Nik to even try and interrupt again.

When all is peaceful once more you join the two of them and slip into a deep slumber.

Slaying vampires was exhausting but a hell of a lot of fun.

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Yeah so if anyone has seen the episode of Buffy the vampire slayer title Buffy vs Dracula then the ending is very loosely based on that 🦇🖤

[starillusion13]

Did you have fun?

Pairing: Hongjoong × f!reader x Seonghwa

Genre: Mafia, Yandere(slight) , SMUT W.C: 3.1k Warnings: killing someone( not imp. he was disturbing me), blood, blindfold, vibrator, possessiveness, handcuffs, blind play(?), orgasm denial, overstimulation, oral(f rec.) [I dont think anything more needed]

Network: @cultofdionysusnet @k-vanity

Request from: @disneylover1998

[Reblogs and Reviews are always appreciated. Thank you for reading and have a nice day ahead. Please always take care of yourself everyone.]

I really don’t know what’s going in here.the person just texted me and helped my imaginations go wild and now am here with this fic💀

MINORS DONT INTERACT UNDER THE CUE! 🔞

*under the cue*

“Leave my hand.”

“Girl, let’s have fun. Why are you fighting against me? Just let it be easy and let’s go.”

You tried to pull your hand again but it’s all in vain when his iron grip on your wrist and also, he be pulling you towards the back exit. You are cursing yourself for the infinite time and as why you came to this club today. If you were at home then you might have been chilling and watching some drams on TV while waiting for your busy boys. But no. You have to be a rebellious and go against their rules and thought to sneak out of the house even when you know how much punishment you are going to get for such act. You love those punishments sometimes but never in a while you thought yourself being getting into such problem where you are currently into. If you were not drunk then atleast you would have tried to fight him, you mean a punch or a kick might be but your brain cant handle how to put the pieces together. Dumb you.

He has almost dragged you to the passage for the exit way and you are currently begging mentally for someone familiar to approach and rescue you from the situation, it really doesn’t matter if they inform to your boys afterwards, the main thing is to get away from this shithead who has got balls to touch you or even dared to drag you along with him. Tears flowing down your heavy mascara and eyeliner decorated eyes, it was supposed to highlight the eyes during the whole night not making a mess and make the tears more prominent in black.

“Haven’t you heard what she said, Leave her hand.”

Wait. Why this voice is familiar? I mean….Oh oh He is here. Don’t tell me if I turn around, I have to face a devil right now. You shut your eyes and take a heavy breath and then you noticed how the man holding your hand has stopped and annoyingly turns around. You are also turned around because of his harsh movements but you are not willing to open your eyes to face the reality. I mean you wanted to be saved but not by KIM HONGJOONG!

“Why does it matter to you mister? Go find another chick for the night. This one is for mine.”

And then that maniac laugh. The well damn laugh which he always shows to his enemies before he welcomes them to Hell of a ride and now this man is going to say Hello to the Living Devils.

“Chick?”

His gaze travels over your body and his jaw clenched on how revealing your dress is and you are wearing it when they are not around with you and moreover this dirty hag is holding your hand. HOLDING HIS GIRL’S HAND. You know this man is dead for sure but maybe you are equally dead.

“Yeah yeah. These girls are really fun to spend night with and who knows maybe keeping them to myself and then I can bring money through her and-“

You can hear the choking sound which makes your eyes flutter open when you can feel someone snatches you away from the grip but now you are under a familiar hold but honestly this hold is tighter and rough. The man is choking on his own blood as someone has slit his throat and then you can see who is holding you. Well, PARK SEONGHWA with fire in his eyes and a bloody sharp pocket knife in his other hand.

“He was talking too much.”

“Well done.”

Hm. Thanks. You wanted to say this but you just gulp on seeing the same raging eyes of hongjoong like the other. They both are furious and you are well aware of the fact that they don’t appreciate when someone else touch you other than them, they don’t appreciate their gang members also. Hongjoong called his men to clean the mess up and do everything possible to make the people shut up who has witnessed the scene. Now what about you!

“So, my dear Y/N. Can we know why are you here?”

“Hwa….I was…I just wanted to have fun.”

“Fun? Did you have that? Without us?”

No Hongjoong. Please stop asking me like this. With a god damn sinister smile resting on his face and eyes daring your trembling figure to speak more. You can confront seonghwa but not him, you don’t know why but he is always the one who can make anyone speak up the truth or make them agree with him even on a lie.

“n-no.”

“Of course you cant have fun without us, sweetheart.”

“I want to go home.”

“So do we.”

Well, a tensed atmosphere inside the whole car ride after Seonghwa literally dragged you outside from the club towards the car. His grip was harsh than that man and a thought came across your mind. Would have been better if that man took you with him? Maybe in the midway he would have become unconscious and you would have been freed. Atleast you wont have to be in the situation s you are currently in. You slapped yourself for this and they glanced at you for your weird behaviour. Not a single one spoke a word to you and you were thankful that you didn’t have to stutter anymore.

You are strong and you can fight for yourself but not when these two men are in their angry mode on. You literally fear them but also deep down like their clenched jaws, raging eyes and heavy breaths when pissed off. You smiled to yourself on this thought but quickly regained your composure. On reaching your house, you quickly got down the car and almost run towards the door. Entering the hall, you can see it empty because during the night, no maids and servants are allowed to the private portions of the mansion unless they are called. You took a turn towards the right for the stairs to quickly run towards the room and lock the door and wait for the next day to face them with a clear head.

“Where do you think you are going?”

My room. The only safe place that seems to protect me from both of you. I don’t want to die right now. Dumb you have to smile at them right now to which they raised their eyebrows.

“I need to take a quick shower as I spilled drink on myself previously.”

Saying this, you excused yourself from their intense gaze and as soon as you are behind the closed doors, you released a deep breath which you didn’t know was holding all these times. Slipping out of your mini body hugging dress, you went into the shower. You can feel the alcohol exhaustion leaving your body a bit and getting relaxed under the cold waters and your lavender shampoo scent. You spent inside the shower longer than usual because you can find yourself drifting into so many thoughts at the moment. Maybe you danced in the club a bit too hard that your body is so much exhausted. Cleaning yourself, you wrapped the towel around you before exiting the bathroom. Oh gosh! Why is it so dark? You are sure you left the lights on before going into the shower. Then maybe power supply cut off or a thief? But the windows are closed and the doors are closed? Thief coming from the door even that in a mafia’s mansion?

How ironic!

Your slow footsteps towards the door come to a halt when you feel arms wrapped around you from behind and you parted your mouth to shout when a palm pressed to your lips to make you shut. Your eyes went wide in horror.

“Do you want to call us baby?”

Damn. What are they doing in your room? Aren’t they supposed to be in their room and busy with their works and all and moreover aren’t they angry with you?

“J-joong?....What are you doing here?”

“Why? Were you planning to go somewhere again?” The voice from your front ask you.

“No no, I thought you were busy or something.”

“Do you want us to be busy so that you can think all the bullshits and then act on your own like always?”

“No.”

Atleast let me wear some clothes before scolding me. The view is becoming clear when seonghwa turns on the neon lights in the room. Now you can see both of them are in their tees and jeans atleast well covered unlike you who is fully exposed just covered with a towel.

You feel warm sloppy kisses all over your shoulders and neck and Hongjoong is smelling you in between and teasingly grazing his teeth over your soft skin. You moan against his hold and then when you noticed some familiar things kept on the bedside table. They are not thinking to do what you are guessing right?

Your view got blocked when seonghwa comes in front of you and holds your face in his hand, looking dangerously yet has a softness in them, just for you. Your toes curls under his touch and your knees feel weak under his gaze and also when the man behind you is kissing all over your exposed skin like a hungry creature. Seonghwa attach his lips to you, you can smell the alcohol as soon his lips pressed to you and your one hand holding Hongjoong’s hand holding the towel over your belly and the other one holding seonghwa’s hand caressing your cheeks. The kiss is more addictive and you are getting drunk more than a drink could make you feel it. Teeth biting down the lips to explore each other more, licking the teeth with tongue, exploring inside the mouth and your mind going in daze.

Retreating himself from you he went to the bed and roll over his tee exposing his abs which are always showcased for you. Hongjoong stops his abuse on your skin and pull you towards the foot of the bed. Your back of the knees hitting the bed and him standing in front of you, hands holding the secured knot of the towel. His other hand moved towards your chest and pushed you backwards. Your back hits the soft matress and then you can see your towel hanging in his raised hands. Alarmingly, your hands come closer to hide your exposed body but that was not to their liking as Seonghwa’s hands pulled your hands apart and you can feel metals clasped to your wrists and attached them to your head board. Handcuffs?

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing. Just you can see this towel was blocking my view and I don’t like when something becomes a restriction in the path of my desires.”

A warm hand caress your cheeks to get your attention and you can see the devilish smile painted on his face.

“You said you didn’t have fun so we should make it up right?”

“Uh oh that…no no…it’s okay…I did have fun…a little?”

 “A little?”

You pressed your feet on the bed to pressure down to lift up your body but Hongjoong pressed your knees down and settle himself between your legs. He also removes his shirt and then rest his palms over your knees. You can feel the tingling sensation in your lower belly but you know you are getting nothing if you behave like a brat right now as they are already pissed off with your earlier deeds. You can feel another set of hands moving across your chest and flicking the already hard nipples in between making your breath heavy and moan out his name.

“Seonghwa….”

“Hm? Do you need something?”

“Yes…I need you…I need both of you.”

“I don’t think so.”

“why? No no. I really need you.”

Seonghwa look towards Hongjoong and they silently communicate in between them and their nod indicates that they agreed on something. On what? Your anticipating eyes following their movements. Seonghwa grabs a cloth and damn that’s a blindfold. Before you can protest to it, he put over your eyes and let you to rely on your other senses from now. A hot breath tingling near your ear and lips gazing hovering it and licking the earlobe.

“Lets begin the fun now.”

You can feel hands lingering over your exposed thigh and your legs are moved more apart to stretch you out, hands gripping your inner knees. You can feel something cold touching your thighs and gliding up to your heat. You squirm under the touch but you are hold still by the strong grip. The cold thing stopped teasingly on your clit and it got pressed down there. A jolt spread across your body when the vibrator starts abusing your clit.

“Hongjoong..Joong”

Nobody answered you.

“Joong….Hwa…seonghwa…Hongjoong…”

“You need to guess who is this baby?”

Who? Isnt Hongjoong between your legs? You can feel someone teasing your entrance with the fingers, parting your folds and spreading your arousal around it. Another hand massaging the breast and pinching the nipples. You can feel shuffling in between your legs and when you tried to close your legs, it got stopped and stretched out more. You are already squirming under their touches. Mouths taking in the tits and covering it with their saliva and sucking it and biting around it and hands teasing your entrance. You can feel someone peppering kisses all over your inside thighs and sucking them in between and other sucking your chest and throat and jaw and licking them with juicy kisses. When you feel someone just licks a long strip of your arousal, your back arcs and then you can feel the knot building in your stomach which can burst down any moment.

“Ahhh!”

“Who is it baby?”

How am I supposed to know? Both of their voices are coming from the same place and you know they are making you to guess them but how are you supposed to guess when your whole body is shaking for it about to release.

“Joong?”

“Are you asking us?”

“no..no…It’s Joong…”

A harsh slap hit your folds which getting you the climax sooner. They can feel your movements and are sure that you are about to cum. The burning sensation indicating that you have answered it wrong.

“Hwa..Its you…”

“Where is the fun here? When its not Joong then its obvious that it will be Hwa unless you are thinking about someone else fucking you.”

“No. No. I’m sorry. Please.”

“Please what?”

“I need to cum. Please please.”

When you were just near to climax, the feelings got ripped away from your whole body as the vibrator stopped and you were forced still against the body so that you cant move anymore.

“No no no why?”

“Why?”

“I was going to-“

“cum? But we don’t want you to cum until you are guessing it right.”

“How am I supposed to guess when you literally fuck me the same way and you both are…rough.”

“Rough?”

“Please.”

They remove your blindfold and you your eyes squint from the releasing of the tight blinding fold and you see Seonghwa smirking down at you from between your legs and Hongjoong standing beside your head with blindfold in his hand which he soon throws it on the floor.

You don’t know what they are doing but you are excited to know their next moves. The vibrator turns on again and you close your eyes in the sensation as your body is reacting fast to get to the climax. Hongjoong leans down to kiss you and damn his kiss is rough and like a beast he is devouring on you, hands abusing your swollen breasts. You feel a slap on your thigh and then you can see the dark expression on the other man because of the lack of attention. Your eyes following how he bends down, his iron grip still on your thighs, leaving behind the marks. His muscles flexing while devouring your heat. The two men eating you out, one above and one down there. If they continue like this, they might suck out your life at this point. You are squirming under their hold. The familiar knot building up again and this time you are desperate for your release, your head thrown backward, body arching, giving more access to Hongjoong to leave his markings. Seonghwa still abusing your clit with his tongue and one added finger hitting your G-spot and you know you will fall apart soon. Whwn you tried to close your eyes, Hongjoong gripped your jaw and harshly made you face him.

“Eyes on him baby.”

Your moans getting lost in Hongjoong’s mouth and you cant think of anything else other than the desperation to release. You are just about to hit the high when again everything stops.

Every lingering touch, abusing, sucking and the damn vibrator was turned off. Tears roll down your eyes and you cry out, whimpering and trying to close your legs in the exhaustion of getting ripped away of the heat.

“whyyyyy?”

“Are you really asking this?” Seonghwa asks you as if he doesn’t know how irritated you are right now. Well he is lowkey liking the fact somehow.

“Okay Seonghwa lets see if she can hold her cum until we say her to let go. If she goes along with us then we can think to let her come. Yeah?”

“I think that’s something fun.”

Seonghwa’s hands start rubbing your heat with the vibrator setting in a low level and you can feel yourself overstimulated and these slow movements are making you more frustrated. You are trying to focus on the movements in your heat and giving deaf ear to everything in your surroundings.

“Eyes on me or I am going to stop here.”

You somewhat managed to make an eye contact with him but its getting too much and tears falling down your cheeks.

“Too much Hwa…please…its too much…”

“Should I stop? I think you had too much fun.”

“NO!” “Hwa. She is saying no, then what about now?”

“Did you have fun?” well this damn question.

“No no no no.”

“Hold it in or you are not going to cum.”

That’s how you know, its going to be a long night until they are satisfied with their punishment but that’s fine. You are again going to sneak out if these are going to be the punishment nights for you disobeying them.

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A Bracelet - [M.M.]

Pairings: Matt Murdock x GN!Reader

Summary: Reader and Matt’s first kiss

Word Count: 2.9k words

Content: Swearing, drinking, fluff

( Masterlist )

A/N: This is my first time writing for something not TASM!Peter Parker so please be gentle. This is not very good but it’s enough and I wanted to get it out there. 

You owed your life to Mathew Murdock, Foggy Nelson, and Karen Page. Karen was able to track you down as a potential target for Fisk. You worked at a firm, and much like her, you came across something you weren’t supposed to see. She brought you to the office and introduced you to the two people who would help in the fight for your life. 

And fight they did, hell they won! Hell’s Kitchen: washed by hallowed hues at the death of Fisk’s control. Children were out playing in the summer heat, and you could, once again, sleep at night. 

Word got around that Nelson and Murdock were the ones to bag him, and since then, the office has been booming. As secretary, you helped each person fill out forms before handing the list of clients to Karen so the boys could go over them. 

Matt was quite the charmer. It was a well-known fact. You would be lying if you said you hadn’t been playing into it. Matt was passionate and fiercely loyal. You were honoured that he felt your situation demanded such responses. Matt was also kind and truly empathetic. He was funny and seemed to anticipate your every need. He knew when you needed tea or food or just a friend. 

You had a close call with Fisk a few months ago. Some of his men grabbed you off the street to get information from you. It was terrifying, and you were still healing from the torture you endured. The next day you stalled, organising files instead of leaving the office. 

Matt seemed to know what you were doing and allowed you to get away with it for a while. Lost in a sea of manilla envelopes, you almost missed him clearing his throat. You argued back and forth on whether or not you should leave the office, and just when you thought you had won, he struck a deal. 

“I won’t make you go home, you can stay with me, but you should get some rest.” You took his hand and prayed he didn’t notice your shaking fingers as you guided it to your arm. The whole walk, Matt made you laugh and held you close. That night you realised just how deeply you cared for him. While he treated your wounds, both physical and mental, you realised you had fallen for him. 

It was Friday night and Foggy had run off to the bathroom, alcohol always ran right through him, and Karen had stepped away to take a call leaving you and Matt alone at the pool table. You were terrible at pool, and it made you feel better to know someone here was almost as useless at it as you. You leaned against your cue, watching Matt try and line up a shot with no guidance. 

You giggled as he gently knocked an orange ball with his cue. He quickly grabbed it and patted around the green velvet to find another ball. “You know, it’s not nice to laugh at a blind man trying his best.” 

He lined up a shot against two pool balls in a random direction. “I’m not laughing at a blind man. I’m laughing at my friend- who happens to suck at pool.” 

A discernible clinking sound rang through the bar as a slew of pool balls bolted in all directions. “Well, from what I can tell, you suck too.” 

A purple four bounced its way into a pocket but you were too lost in Matt’s smirk and dimples to care. He just looked so pretty leaning over the pool table, muscles pulled taut under his dress shirt and teeth gleaming in the dingy lighting. You took another swig of your beer, feeling yourself flush the longer you looked. 

Matt walked around the table, now in front of you. He looked just over your head, probably not realising how close you were. “So far, only one of us has scored.”

You scoffed, a small smile finding its way onto your face.

“Technically, it doesn’t count because you didn’t hit it off the cue ball, you hit it off of a different one. Furthermore, you’re stripes and you pocketed a solid so Karen and I get that point.”

Matt brings his head down and you think for a moment that maybe he can see you. The thought makes you nervous. Would he like what he sees?

“So either it counts as your point or not all? Now it seems you’re trying to take advantage of a blind man.” 

He was leaning forward, a hand in his pocket, levelling your gaze. You were trying not to choke in the stuffy room. He was entirely too close and you wanted him closer. Unfortunately, your body was frozen, trapping you in this paradox of proximity. 

“Not a blind man,” you repeated your words from earlier, “my friend.”

Just then, Foggy returned, pulling you two apart. You told him about the point you had earned and he argued the defence of his “client,” making you laugh. The night passed on with tremendous smiles and total glee. 

It was getting late and you were reaching your limit. Foggy had a rule, “If the beer starts tasting good, quit while your ahead.” And you had to admit, the warm barley notes were starting to hit the spot. Karen had similar concerns and Foggy offered to walk her home. You didn’t miss the wink he sent you when leaving you alone with Matt. You tried to level your wavering voice before calling out to him. 

“Let’s call it a night, yeah? Come on, I’ll walk you home.” You moved to link your arms, but Matt’s hand found yours before you could. His hand on your wrist, stopping you from holding his arm.  

“No, it’s okay. I can make it home just fine. It’s late and I don’t want you walking these streets alone.” You rolled your eyes, then chuckled as you told him you just did so. 

“Look, I’ll walk you home and take a cab back. You only live four blocks away.” You watched as Matt’s jaw twitched, almost as if he were chewing up his thoughts. Your favourite side smile soon came to view and you knew you had won. 

You walked with Matt down the streets of Hell’s Kitchen. Well, you skipped and jumped and jived while Matt strolled down the street. Your heart felt so light, you couldn’t help but fall into a jovial nature, not when Matt was smiling at you like that. 

“Dance with me, Murdock!” You grabbed his hands and he laughed. 

“I don’t know if I’m any good,” He warned you. 

“You don’t need to see to dance.” You placed a hand over his heart, “Dancing is a feeling.” 

He folded up his cane before reaching out to you. You led one hand to your waist and took the other in yours. You began to step and Matt stumbled as he tried to follow along. You were both giggling at his failed attempt at dancing but you refused to give up. 

“Here,” You scooted closer until your shoes knocked his. “Put your toes on my feet, then you can feel when I move.” 

He did as you said and you looked up at his face. He was so close, you wanted to run your hands through his hair, to trace every line and fleck of colour. His head was turned down to his feet and you studied every follicle and pore, committing him to memory. 

“Okay, I’m ready.” He spoke so softly as if scared to startle you. You cleared your throat, hoping it might also dissipate some of the thoughts running through your brain. You began moving to a simple waltz, humming a song as you slowly move your feet. 

Matt was catching on and in a moment of courage, he stepped away from your feet and continued to dance. His steps were more sure as he began to pick up speed, taking strides down the sidewalk with you. He pushed you out into a spin before pulling you back in and giving you a dip. 

Your laughter rang through the paved streets and past the street lights guiding you home. He pulled you back up and you were once again at a loss of breath. Matt’s smile was blinding even in the late night hours. His arms were wrapped around your waist, firm and sure in their grip. 

He pulled away making your brain feel fuzzy. He grabbed your arm again, and you brought your hand over to rest on his in the crook of your elbow. The rest of the walk was quiet, you spent the time deep in your head. Matt insisted on waiting until you were safe in the cab before he went inside and you watched him in the warm orange glow as you drove off. 

Friday night, once again. Josie’s was just as loud as always, the peculiar patrons crowding in for the same warm beer and cheap drinks as you. And they were pouring freely as laughter rang through the air. The four of you shared from a pitcher of beer that sat in the middle of the table. 

You and Foggy had a rapport that everyone enjoyed. You see, Foggy would pour himself some more beer and then he would go to pour you some, but you would raise your hand and tell him, “I’m okay, thanks.” But Foggy would just cock a brow at you before saying, “I insist”. Who were you to argue that?

This system made sure everyone stayed decently drunk and happy. You were very happy, actually. Your favourite people were surrounding you in your favourite place. What more could you ask for? Matt switching seats with Foggy when he went to get another pitcher was an excellent addition. As was the way his hand continuously brushed against yours on the table. 

Some pool and friendly banter later, it was time to leave Josie’s once again. Karen and Foggy left first like they always do. You began cleaning up around the pool table, trying to stall, not quite ready to leave. 

“Hey, can I walk you home?” Matt’s smile was small but kind. You nodded, making your way around the table to link arms. 

“I assume that’s a ‘yes’.” You laughed as you confirmed his thought. 

As you walk down the empty street, you feel your heart pounding in your chest. You really like Matt. You had a plan in your head, and you knew you needed to act on it tonight or you never would. You instead focused on explaining every funny sign you saw on your way to your apartment. The walk was shorter than you expected it to be. You weren’t quite ready to leave Matt just yet. You saw the entrance to your apartment complex and sighed.

“What if we just kept walking? I mean how would you know if we’ve made it yet?” Matt let out a low chuckle. 

“I have your address saved. I would just pull it up on my phone.” You laughed along, stopping in front of the steps. 

“I guess you’re right.” You stood in front of Matt as he leaned on his staff, his folded hands supporting his chin. You scuffed your shoes against the cracked sidewalk, working up the courage to say what you had rehearsed in the shower every day for the past week. 

Just as Matt was about to open his mouth, probably to ask what your deal was, you spit out, “Hey, I uh…I made you something.” 

You face palmed and started mouthing criticisms to yourself. “What is it?”

Matt was smiling, thoroughly enjoying your awkward attempt at conversing. You reached into your back pocket and pulled out the braided materials. “It’s a bracelet.” 

He made no effort to open his hand to you. Instead, he dropped his smile and steeled his face. That all-familiar twitch in his jaw showed more stress and concern than joy. 

“I um-I used to make a lot of those friendship bracelets as a kid and I just...thought I should make you one. But then I remembered you can’t really see colour or patterns so I had to get creative. I uh-I used my shoelace and some duct tape.”

Matt did nothing to end your rambling. He listened intently to your words, your pulse, your muscles tensing, feeling the change in your body temperature. You waited patiently for his response, but when none came you continued. 

“If you don’t want it that’s fine. You don’t have to take it. Actually, it’s kinda stupid, never mind. I shouldn’t have-” He could hear your fingers fumbling as you went to put it away. 

Matt put his hand in front of you, palm outstretched. “No, You absolutely should have. Thank you.” 

You tentatively place it in his palm and watch his face carefully as he turns it over in his hands. His smile seems more forced than before. “I love it, thank you.”

“You already said that.” You chuckled, trying to bury your embarrassment. 

“Well, it bares repeating. Thank you, (Y/n).” You searched his face for any indication that he was lying, but you couldn’t find any. 

He pulled on his sleeve before extending his arm to you, the bracelet pinched between his fingers. “Will you put it on for me?” 

You tried to calm your breathing as you fastened it around his wrist, checking that it wasn’t too tight or loose. You started to pull away when he opened his palm to you again. You pinched your eyebrows in confusion at the gesture. 

“That’s my subtle way of asking if I can hold your hand.” You cover your mouth, chuckling, “I would really like to, but I didn’t really wanna risk messing that up.” 

You place your hand in his palm, and it feels so warm. His skin is rough and calloused. You feel so small in his grasp. You brought your other hand up to trace along the new jewellery on his wrist. There was quiet again but in a different way. This was peaceful, this was…right. 

“Thank you, (Y/n). This is the nicest thing anyone’s ever given me.” You fought back a laugh.

“I’m sure that’s not true, but thank you all the same.” Matt turned his head, directly facing you and took a step forward. You couldn’t see his eyes behind his sunglasses, but you were sure he was staring right at you. 

“(Y/n), You made me a bracelet. You made me a bracelet with things that remind me of you. You made me a bracelet that I don’t have to see to enjoy. You put so much thought into this.” You felt your cheeks flush as he spoke. 

Sometimes Matt’s direct observations are funny, but it was less humorous when aimed at you. “It’s nothing, really. It’s not a big-”

“Don’t finish that.” Matt cut you off, taking another step closer. “Don’t say it’s not a big deal. It’s a huge deal. It’s a massive deal to me.” 

You nod your head, not sure how to respond. You feel his hand release yours before his fingers slowly graze up your arm, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. They move past your shoulders, and you can’t stop the shiver that runs through you when he brushes up your throat. 

His hand finally stops on your cheek. Soon his other hand is on your face as well. You closed your eyes as his fingers danced over your skin, tracing your brow bones, the arc of your nose, and the curve of your lips. 

“You’re beautiful.” It was a simple statement. He stated it as fact, something undisputable. You decided to push your luck. 

“And how would you know? You feel a lot of beautiful people lately?” He chuckled as his fingers continued to trace along your skin. 

“Nah, just the one. Though, I definitely thought they were beautiful long before now.” Now it was your turn to laugh. 

“Oh yeah?” Matt stilled his fingers, resting his hands on your cheeks.

“Yeah, when they first came into the office, they were terrified, and rightfully so. But instead of running away, they went headfirst into the flames. Without their help, I would have never caught Fisk. They were so brave and kind. They never treat me any differently because of my blindness, but still keeps it in mind. They’re very witty, calls me out on my shit. I’m very fortunate to have them in my life, in any way they’ll have me.” 

You rested your hand on his wrist, the feeling of duct tape and a shoestring brushing your fingers stoked a hopeful flame in your heart. You leaned into his touch, soaking in the words he said. “They sound like a lucky person.” 

Matt beamed at you, “No, I’m the lucky one.”

His thumb moved to trace your lips again, and he felt your small gasp against the pad of his finger. “Can I kiss you?”

He felt your head move under his hands as you nodded. He brought his lips to yours, and you thought you might fly away, become one with the stars. He took your top lip first, before coming in again to get your bottom one too. You were trying to avoid cliches, but it was as if he existed to kiss you. His lips fit perfectly with yours. Every time he started to pull back, you would chase him, and he would return each time with just as much passion. 

Matt was quite the charmer. It was a well-known fact. You would be lying if you said you didn’t love it.

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Crossover prompt au where Damian failed to get along with the Titans and was labeled as being "too violent" and this changes the course of the timeline.

Phantom had been living full time in the Ghost Zone and planned on checking out one of the "Forbidden" areas in hopes that it would be a nice place for him to get some much needed relaxation. Ever since Kitty found out which door lead to his lair hes been bombarded with people knocking and looking for a fight. Danny hadn't yet learned that he could just...move his door so he was exploring the more out there options.

Anyway he slips into another dimension and starts exploring this desert wastland filled with monsters and crumpled buildings. It looks like the apocalypse had hit and he didn't see a single human around. Worse there was something moving so fast towards him it was just a large blue blur.

Was that...? Wow thats a lot of hair.

Danny tried to make a quick escape by opening a portal to the GZ especially when he saw a hoard of what looked like angels following after the blur and throwing weapons and lightning at it as it dodged away. The portal opened but it didn't lead to the GZ. The blur crashed into him and sent them both spiraling into the new dimension and crashing directly into some blond guy on a motorcycle.

Good news! The guy was largely unharmed.

Bad news! Danny accidentally opened a portal to the GZ during the chaos. They all fell in and they argued amongst themselves up until the blur, who turned out to be a guy with ridiculously long and pretty blue hair said "I wish I could just see the real you so I could know if you're trustworthy or not."

"So you have wished it, so it shall be!" Came a booming voice from all around them. A woman dressed like a genie then cast some kind of spell onto them turning Phantom into Fenton, and the blond guy into a blond kid.

Phantom decided to use the last of his power to open a portal to a safer location since they had no way to protect themselves from the ghosts and Blue guy agreed while the blond guy was having some sort of mental breakdown muttering, "So Hojo wasn't lying? I really am just a clone? Are all my memories really fake?!"

The other two grimaced with sympathy. That sounds rough. They worked together to move the blond and his motorcycle through the portal which snapped shut behind them.

Now they had a new problem. This city, appropriately named "Gotham" felt far from safe and they were essentially stuck there for the foreseeable future. After cursing thier luck Danny introduced himself as a Halfa, a creature that exists between life and death. The blue haired guy took this as his cue to introduce himself as "Ren" which was an obvious fake name but he called himself a nahobino which was interesting. Too bad he wouldn't elaborate.

Next it was blondies turn. His name was Cloud Strife, a lab experiment made by Shinra- a corrupt electric power company that somehow managed to take over the world. How did that even happen??? Cloud just shrugged when asked.

They all decided they needed to stick together and find a way to find for themselves. This of course meant stealing to survive...which turned out to be way harder than they thought it would be because there's some maniac in a bat costume with a birdy sidekick chasing after them and raiding all thier hideouts. If they had to get another hideout this week Danny was gonna scream!

Worse! He wants to adopt them. The guy! In a bat costume! The "we are all very damaged child soldiers" didn't persuade him, in fact they're sure it made it worse.

On the next raid the bird boy offered to talk. He wanted to make a superhero team with the four of them, in exchange they would be given food, shelter, clothing and payment and the charges placed along them would be lessened or outright dropped.

They begrudgingly agreed.

Damian really liked his team. Especially once Phantom regained his powers.

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People kept commenting on my three way crossover so here's a four way crossover with Batman x Danny Phantom x shin megami tensei 5 x Final Fantasy 7 just because I can.

[iifishizzleii]

sibling johnny mactavish includes

unedited😛

having eight sisters.

this man has ‘younger brother’ energy written all over him. he’s the middle child, but by the time his parents got to having johnny, they were already at the ‘eh, i don’t care what you do just don’t die’ phase parents get at with their kids. which meant that it was up to his four older sisters to raise the boy right.

johnny knows how to read women. and while it’s partly because his sisters taught him well, it’s also because living in a house full of that many women meant learning their language or fucking perishing. this man is fluent in eyelingual. he knows every eyebrow raise, side-eye, narrowed gaze to a pointed look. who needs morse code in the military when you got eyelingual?

being a big character

because when you learn the language, of course you’re going to want to learn the culture as well. and johnny mactavish has been submerged in women culture all his life. which means three things:

one, he knows how to play the long game. whether it comes with petty revenge or simply asking for something from a higher power (his oldest sister), johnny is the king of waiting it out, finding the sweet spot of those moments and taking it. it’s the reason why only he, out of the entire task force, can get away with so much shit when it comes to laswell.

two, johnny knows how to be mean without being rude. thanks to the second and third mactavish daughters, his sisters (bless their heart), johnny knows how to kiss a person’s cheek while stabbing them with verbal cues. his sisters would do it all the time to each other and to guests that came over that they didn’t like. and it paid off being the brunt of so many passive aggressive comments because johnny’s work sometimes requires being civil, but that doesn’t mean he has to be a gentleman.

and three, johnny knows how to play dumb. really. it’s almost scary how quick this guy can go from playing with sticks and making dumb jokes about mud, to building a bomb made of sticks and mud. and it was his younger siblings, surprisingly, who taught johnny that being as pretty of a family that they were (because let’s be fr, soap is gorgeous), nobody expects them to know how to think. it makes getting out of certain situations and receiving special treatment so much more easier, too, when all you gotta do is give a charming smile and bat your eyelashes (ghost has been at the receiving end and has fallen for this act far too many times to let anyone else know).

having really thick skin

a lot of people think having an older brother is tough. and hey, it is! ghost would argue its a lot meaner than having a sister, because sisters are naturally more nurturing, nicer, and kinder than brothers are.

and for the most part, that was true. all of johhny’s sisters are good people. they’re kind, yes, and helpful and overall worthy of their spots through the pearly gates. but they’re not fucking nice. the fuck.

the amount of times johnny was dragged out of bed to take out the trash at the crack ass of dawn is ridiculous. he should have brain damage now from how many times his head hit the floor. but, he was the only boy, so all the ‘manly’ jobs like mowing the lawn, washing the cars, bringing in the groceries, all of those were johnny’s chores. (but, even then, most people would pass their home and see several girls—blondes, brunettes, and gingers— washing the porch, the family truck, and tending to the yard. johnny was j

and that’s not even to mention the psychological warfare. mactavish’s are infamous for their temper, so when you’re living with eight other land mines dressed in heels and lashes just waiting to be stepped on, everyday was a different fight blowing up in the house. and when you got insulted by your sister, johnny learned that the only way to deflect is by hitting them with something meaner a lot more quickly or you’d cry.

like that time johnny blamed the wet floor in their bathroom on all of the leg hair his younger sister kept shaving and getting stuck in the drain so the water flowed out the tub and soaked the tiles. and she automatically replied with, “or maybe it’s all the grease from the back of your fat fucking neck dragging on the ground that’s making the tiles wet”. (it was their other sister’s fault it turned out.)

loving the hard times

because as much as johnny could give his family shit for all of the bad days, none of them could compare to the good ones.

the mornings where he woke up to the smell of sourdough pancakes and sizzling bacon.

when his sister would pull him out of school early to go shopping at the mall, and she’d buy him a new toy or cool shirt.

when he did one of them a favor and later that week she’d taken johnny to get some greasy fast food with her to eat at a park because she wasn’t trying to buy food for the whole house.

when his younger sisters spent their first daddy-daughter dance standing on his church shoes and holding his hands because their real father wasn’t around anymore.

when they spend the rest of the day outside spraying each other with the water hose after washing the cars because the house was too hot, and sandwiches with premade lemonade under the tree was lunch.

when the winter winds were so strong they broke the heater, and the family spent a week having a slumber party in the living room to keep warm.

when they all got matching tattoos on the ankle, a roman numeral for each sibling.

when johnny went off to join the army, leaving his sisters for the first time, they all went to the airport to see him off.

[six-eyed-samurai]

Thinking about being such a Demon Slayer fan that you literally have every merchandise possible: posters, figurines, plushies, magnets, haori and even the character's accessories. You've even dyed your hair in (character)'s iconic colour scheme and style.

But that wasn't enough for you, so you decided to go to Japan. Hey, the tourism was good, and if you got to buy and explore more of your favourite anime, bonus!

So you arrive and wander the streets gawking in awe with full shopping bags in your hands, humming Gurenge under your breath. You were so lost in your daydreams you slam into someone - sorry, two people.

Cue your apologies as you scramble to your feet, but a melodic voice interrupts you with assurances that it was alright as two pairs of hands help pick up your fallen items. You look up to see a pair of petite sisters with matching blue-tinged hair and smiles.

"That's a nice hairpin!" Was what the elder and taller of the two called out as they continued to walk past you, and you self consciously raise a hand to the Kocho family butterfly pin in your hair.

You continue your walk downtown, strolling past screens with the world famous Tenma Uzui's face plastered on it as he lifted his latest medal and advertised products. At the toy store you had paused to look into, three youngsters rushed out with their newfound prizes in hand.

"Sabito! Give it back!"

"Hey, you already said we'd swap!"

"Until Makomo said she'd give me hers!"

You glance at them out of the corner of your eye and laugh seeing them fight over the colours of the warding masks. An old man with a red face mask stepped out of the shop shortly after and began to shepherd the trio away.

Seeing the Gashapon machines inside the store, you decide to step in too, but before you could the door flew open and a short, purple-haired man tumbled out. Clearly he had been kicked out but he wasn't taking the hint.

Inside the shop an exasperated but still polite voice echoed. "For the last time, Enmu, that toy train is for display only."

"I'll buy it someday!" Enmu declared cheerfully as if this were a regular occurrence and simply brushed himself off and headed to the direction of the nearest station.

You shrug and quit your side eyeing, venturing inside. The red haired shopkeeper looked up from the counter, his formerly poker face transforming into a bright smile that matched the red sun of his hanafuda earrings. "Hi, are you looking for anything? Tourist?"

Sheepishly you replied and casually asked Yoriichi, as he had introduced himself, for any recommendations on where to eat for lunch.

"Oh, you should try the diner down the road! It's family run - Mrs. Iguro is very sweet and they're very famous for their sakura mochi! My wife Uta and I frequent there, so just tell them I sent you."

That sounded good to you, so you thanked him along with your exchange of tokens, then asked for directions.

"It's right on front of where my brother works, Kibutsuji Enterprises. It's a huge office, you can't possibly miss it."

"Kibutsuji Enterprises...? I think I've heard of them, run by Kagaya Ubuyashiki right?"

"Oh, no, don't get confused, they're rival companies actually. The Ubuyashiki company has a wisteria as its logo."

A little confusing, but alright! You thanked him profusely once again and left, making your way through the busy streets to the diner.

You thanked your lucky stars you got there on one piece, for there was a motorbike zooming and booming through the crowds without a care for law or life just now as you were walking. Thankfully you had jumped back just in time before they could mow you down. From what you could see in the racing blur there appeared to be a green-haired young boy dressed in a crimson shirt with a manic smile on his face and a screaming white-haired girl clutching onto him for dear life driving. You hoped the two scarred faced policemen would catch them - no doubt, actually, seeing as they were both already brandishing guns and chasing after the two with furious speed .

"SHABANA, YOU'RE ABOUT TO GET FINED AGAIN!"

"I DON'T GIVE TWO FXXKS, SHINAZUGAWA!"

"Yeah, that's right, Onii-chan!"

You pass a school bus dropping off a bunch of tiny preschoolers, herded and fretted over by their hulking giant of a teacher. His wooden bead necklace matched yours, clacking together as he urged the kids to stay together. How cute... although such a big man being so kindly was a little unnerving.

"Oh? Want to try our signature Eternal Paradise perfume? We guarantee you'll have anyone falling for you with it!'

You ignore the blonde salesman leaning outside his store. He peered over his rainbow tinted sunglasses to catch you rolling your eyes and with a fake gasp of hurt he grabbed his chest. You snort and continue walking.

Mrs. Iguro was just as welcoming as Yoriichi had promised, although you were rather caught off guard by her bright pink and green hair and the fact she was carrying a whole stack of plates and balancing a baby at the same time.

"Hi!!! Welcome, do take a seat, what can I get you? Obanai's special for today is Western food - oh wait, silly me, you're not from around here, are you? I expect you'd want something local! Coming right up!"

You can't help but be buoyed by her bubbly nature, waiting patiently with a contented grin. You look around the diner and while the snake ornament at the counter catches your eye you find yourself studying the other customers instead.

A pair of identical twin boys eat quietly, with a younger boy with rosy cheeks noisily chatting with them; evidently a playdate of some sort.

"Don't forget, Kotetsu, you're paying because you lost the last shoji match."

"Aw, Tokito, you're such a seaweed head. I'm just a beginner!"

"Brother's a seaweed head, not me."

"HEY! WE LOOK THE SAME!"

You chuckle and your gaze strays to the other table, where a family of three ate their ramen. Their son seemed a little paler than normal and you couldn't help but overhear the mother's worrying.

"Darling Rui, don't eat so fast, you might choke and you just recovered!"

Embarrassed at your eavesdropping you duck your head and look at the other table where a group of rowdy students sit and snack.

"YOSHITERU AGATSUMA, HOW DARE YOU BURP LIKE THAT IN PUBLIC!"

"It was an accident, Toko! I can't control it!" Was the whining answer. "KANATA, DEFEND ME! OW! YOU'RE NOT A REAL FRIEND, KAMADO!"

"UMAI!"

Mrs. Iguro - or Mitsuri, as she had insisted you call her - arrived with towering plates and hell lot of topics to converse about. You happily indulged in their famous udon and her delighted talking while her husband glared at you from the window, although the threat was rather marred by the fact he was feeding a toddler at the same time.

You learnt Mitsuri - so cool! Her name was the exact one as the Love Pillar from the series! - had five kids (your head was still spinning over the fact) and that her hair had turned out that way from eating too much sakura mochi, which made you wonder what was happening to you after eating so much (favourite food) over the years.

After your meal you repeatedly thank Mitsuri for her meal and longingly promise to stop by again you leave for the last place on your agenda, Gyokko Art Studio.

The exhibitions mainly displayed brightly painted vases and scupltures; you had a lot of fun taking selfies with the gigantic koi fish statue and the one of a dozen blacksmiths forging swords. The studio also doubled as a pottery school, and when you enter you had immediately spotted the five rowdy teenage boys who were now arguing over a kiln and a broken vase at the back.

"KARAKU, YOU BROKE IT!"

"Hey, Sekido, chill! Zohakuten pushed me!"

"SHUT IT, WHY ARE YOU ALWAYS BLAMING ME? IS IT BECAUSE I'M THE YOUNGEST? AGEIST!

"Guys...quiet down....granddad is sleeping upstairs...."

"Nah, Aizetsu, I wanna see what happens!"

"Enough! All of you just clean that mess up! We have visitors! Your grandfather and I may be friends but I will never know what went wrong when he was raising all of you!"

Out of the back appeared the most flashy man you had ever met, eye catching with his coiffed purple hair and thick makeup, his scale tattoos catching your eye as he shooed the arguing brothers away. Eyes outlined with clashing green and red turned to you and he held out a stained hand. "Managi at your service! I run this humble store and I deeply apologize for the boys. Honestly, the Hantengu brothers are absolute menaces and I speak knowing the Shabana siblings."

Managi gave you a quick private tour of his studio, his arrogant but dramatic way of speech amusing you greatly, especially when he complained about a pair of twins who came in on the weekends, his two workers, children...well, Managi had an opinion on everything.

"Those Tokito whippersnappers have no appreciation for art! The only reason I haven't shooed them out with clay gluing their ill-mannered mouths shut is because their mother is a regular of mine."

"Haganezuka! Absolute concentration in what he does and a prodigy in vase making, but he is absolutely terrible with customer service! I usually leave that to Kanamori but we waste more time preventing Haganezuka from attacking customers than actually selling.

It was definitely a trip you'd like to remember, so you bought a small cup that had caught your eye and waved goodbye to Managi as you left for your final destination, your hotel.

You decide to take the longer way round to enjoy the picturesque walk beneath the sakura trees. Stopping to admire the pink fall you suddenly realize there's a couple beside you taking photos. Embarrassed that you might be unintentionally photo bombing, you move away, but a tap on your shoulder spins you back around.

"Hi, excuse me! Do you mind taking a picture of Hakuji and I? We tried taking a selfie but haha, the shot didn't cover the trees."

You oblige, secretly delighting in observing the young but loving couple interact with each other - especially when the punk-looking, tattoo-covered Hakuji was holding her so gently like that. You take their photo and after their grateful thanks you resumed making your way back.

Upon arriving at the lobby you were annoyed to say the least to find yourself stuck behind an irritatingly loud young man arguing with the poor receptionist. Of course, you couldn't actually see the receptionist's - Nakime, on her name tag, and that sounded rather familiar - face due to her long bangs but anyone would honestly be irritated with how obnoxiously he was talking.

"Sir, I have explained to you already, your booking was cancelled because you were late with your payment-"

"Oh come on, woman, it was just a day late!"

"You too are very late with your excuses."

The tall, tuxedoed man from the sofa had gotten up and was now towering over the younger man after politely excusing himself for getting in your way. "Miss, look for a room registered under Kokushibo. I suspected my fool of a secretary Kaigaku would make yet another mistake."

"HEY, LISTEN HERE, OLD MAN-"

"Kaigaku, I really don't have time for this, my wife is going to be back soon from taking the kids to the zoo. Thank you, miss, and excuse us."

"That guy was irritating you, wasn't he?" You remarked, accidentally blurting out your thoughts. "I mean, I wasn't eavesdropping!"

The receptionist smiled faintly. "Don't worry, I'm used to him. Your name?"

And it was only when you flopped down on your hotel bed and stared at the ceiling did it occur to you that a lot of people had seemed very familiar to you today.

Perhaps fiction and reality weren't that far apart after all.

[bobbys-not-that-small]

LW&Co Series Commentary - Ep 8: "Not The Eternal"

Here's the rewatch commentary that no one asked for! Take a shot every time I say "erasure". Context: my 2nd time watching the show, but first time post reading the books

Part: one, two, three, four & five, six, seven, eight

The last part!! Hope these weren’t too completely out-of-context, but it’s just an excuse for you to rewatch the show ;)

They really used the hell out of the ghost lamps for cinematic shots huh? Also it's literally probably the same single prop for all of them, so where's its credits then?

They must be FREEZING, at night, dripping wet, Lucy's literally in a dress with no jacket

"This doesn't feel like winning" oof really giving those death-wish Lockwood TEG vibes

Also just want to point out here in the last installment Lockwood's funny rectangular tie

OH MY GOSH YEAH little Lockwood pre LW&Co and George but also post-Jess?? BOY NEEDS A HUG

Why is it always "I forgive you" and never "Grenadier Guard or Policeman?"

Joplin's glittery silver scarf looks a bit like a silver net - wonder if it offers any ghost protection?

Joplin: "I need you" - exactly what George just needs one of the others to say to him 😭

I love that it's implied that Kipps is really really good at tailing people without them noticing (I guess this is book canon too, Mr fence-painter extraordinaire)

The catafalque is sooooo creepy but also kind of cool

YESS KIPPS but also no wonder he's terrified, he's starting to lose his sight (oops, beat George to it!)

Lucy: "stop glowing so much! that was to the skull btw" Lockwood: " yeah no kidding, I got that one"

In the first shot where Kat and Bobby square up to fight Lockwood, you can't see Bobby's rapier so it looks like he's just brought his fists to a swordfight hahaha

He does look suitably smol in that bit though, I approve (anyway he's not THAT small after all)

HI NED

REMEMBER, JUST RECKLESS ENOUGH, OK? *cue me sobbing*

Winkman's so funny "wait guys before we fight them I need to take off my jacket so I can fight them in my tank top and be all cool”

YES BOBBY!!! <3

NO BOBBY!!!!

Kipps hun, ru crying?

YES KAT

Oh wait guys, pay attention, we're about to be ROBBED of the no glasses George looking moment

ALSO Joplin and George glasses-less fight erasure

ALIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Oof good evil lighting on Lou (Joplin)

The Lucy/George friendship is the best (see La Belle Dame from TEG)

Lockwood's responses are literally me every time the Golden Blade shows up. He's just a less iconic version of Sir Rupert Gale - where's the unbearable aftershave and gaudy tweed suit? *Lockwood voice* BoRiNg!

Lol Kipps in the bag

I don't like the artistic choice of the "looking into the bone glass" SFX, but I do think it's cool to have Lucy falling and hanging from the skull

George saves the day obviously

Kipps: "...guys.... nice wholesome moment... still in the bag here..."

Lucy: "this is not how you die" Lockwood: "how do you know?" Lucy: "because... we won't let you" IS THE HESISTATION BECAUSE SHE'S JUST SEEN THAT VISION OF FROZEN GHOST TOUCHED LOCKWOOD?!?!?! DONT HURT ME LIKE THAT

Kipps, my burnt out early 20s beloved <3

Stupid time to point this out but I kind of hate-love the little trouser stirrups of the Fittes uniforms

Barnes: "you guys are being suspiciously compliant but for once I'm going to ignore it"

Obviously the room! And Lockwood in orange socks (or are they pink? I guess I’ll never know)

K bye, hope you enjoyed!

[total-drama-takes-takes-2]

tta episode 1

Somewhere in Toronto, Canada, TV show host Chris McLean steps out of a first-class trailer onto an empty film lot. The sun is shining, the pigeons are nesting, the camera crew is already tired of listening to him complain about the wind ruining his hair. 

It's a beautiful morning, especially for Chris- after the hit revival of Total Drama Island made it to the Donnie's, studio execs renewed Total Takes for two brand new seasons, raking in the cash and notoriety from the new cast of teens on old stomping grounds.

Now, they're back- fourteen competitors with nothing to lose but their dignity, stuck for another six weeks of hell. Chris beams as the director gives him his cue.

“Last season on Total Takes Island: twenty-two teens battled it out over eight weeks for a grand prize of one million dollars, fighting off wildlife, food poisoning, and each other! Michael and McLovin made it to the final two in an ultimate battle of the exes, but only one walked out victorious. Fourteen of those campers are coming back, right here to this brand-spanking-new film lot for another, all-exclusive chance to win the big million, on Total! Takes! Action!”

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A dilapidated bus rolls into camp, stopping with a lurch and a screech. The doors squeak open and a very tired-looking O steps out, yawning. He’s followed by a finely dressed, pink-haired magical girl-esque gentleman. 

“Didn’t sleep well?” Fren asks. O shakes his head. 

“The bumps, man. Who knew the road to Toronto was so jumpy,”

A blue-haired girl dressed in a parka follows, also looking exhausted. She rubs her eyes. “Yeah, that wasn’t the road,” she says before carrying herself and her bags out of the bus. 

Three boys follow, arms over each other's shoulders. They bounce with every step, causing the bus to tremble while they laugh without a care in the world. Michela stands beside O and glares at the three- Sha-Mod, McLovin, and Joner- as they hover in the doorway. 

Scary, a ginger in a lab coat- shoves the boys and they land on the pavement in unison with a thud. She rolls her eyes and turns to drag a few large, heavy bags out. 

Fren nudges O. “Whaddya suppose those’re?”

“What?” O asks, looking at Michela. She shrugs. 

“Scruffy, help, please!” Scary shouts. 

Scary gasps as the other end of the bag is lifted with ease and carried out. A head of neon green hair appears as the duffel drops to the asphalt. They brush off their hands and smile. “Hey, everyone. Nice trip, huh?”

O and Michela groan. 

“Out of my way, Godless heathens!” Frollo hisses, holding out his Bible like a shield and backing away from the group. “If not for the work of that devil incarnate McLean, I would be back in my fellowship!”

“Let me guess,” Scary rolls their eyes. “Movies are-”

“A work of the devil!”

“Well, I’m stoked for this,” Joner smiles, brushing the dirt off his shorts. “Movie-watching is like, a job for me. That’s how serious I’m gonna take this season.”

“I hope there’s a car-racing challenge!” McLovin beams. “I love the [REDACTED FOR COPYRIGHT] franchise, it’s sweet!”

Sha-Mod nods along, carrying their bags to a neat spot by the dilapidated gate of the film lot, which has yet to be opened. 

“I hope there’s a romantic challenge!” Kelly chirps, dragging Austin out of a bus as he tries to take a sheet face mask off. “I just love movies about smart, sassy blondes having their dreams come true.”

Bonnie shoves a stumbling Austin out of the doorway and steps off the bus, carrying a bag slung around their shoulder. “Shocker. Let me guess, the ones where nothing of substance actually happens but everyone lives happily ever after anyway?”

“Bonbon,” Caesar follows them, holding a pair of suitcases with his initials gilded on the front. “Remember what we talked about? Being nice?”

“I am nice,” Bonnie grumbles, stepping off the bus. 

Everyone’s attention is diverted as a loud, painful screeching noise comes from the opening rusted gates of the film lot. The campers cover their ears, some dropping their bags (or friends) to do so. 

Finally, the noise subsides and Chris exits, wearing a red beret, an ascot, and sunglasses. He holds up his signature megaphone and shouts into it, forcing everyone to cover their ears again. “Welcome back, campers! Hope you all had a nice break!”

“Three days hardly counts as a break,” Fren says. Chris ignores him. 

“Nonetheless, I hope you’re all ready for a wicked new season- fourteen campers, thirteen episodes, a world of pain! You know the drill. If you’ll all direct your attention behind moi,” he says, stepping to the side to show a lot tour vehicle, Chef in the driver’s seat. “Hope aboard the Torture Express!”

The campers grumble and begin boarding with their luggage. Bonnie takes a seat next to Caesar and looks around. “Are we missing someone? I’m only counting thirteen,”

“Thoughtful of you, but I didn’t see anyone else on the bus,” Caesar says, turning around to take one last look at the decaying metal hull. The exhaust pipe coughs out a plume of sad, black smoke.

Chris sits beside Chef and the vehic;e starts up, driving into the lot. A small voice from outside the gate pulls the passengers in the back to turn. Peter runs behind the vehicle carrying his luggage and panting. 

“Um,” Bonnie yells to the front. “Man overboard!”

“Slow down!” Michela shouts. Chris and Chef grin at each other and speed up. 

Eventually, the cart comes to a halt in front of a row of different studio sets. Chris clears his throat and stands to deliver his next bit just as Peter catches up, wheezing. Bonnie and Caesar help him into the back. 

“Welcome to the set of Total Takes Action! An abandoned film lot that’ll be your new home for the next six weeks!” he gestures. A few campers ooh and ah at the massive studios. The cart starts up again and drives through a few different outdoor set pieces- though, all of them look out of sorts. 

Kelly surveys a western town set littered with props from a space movie- alien costumes with cowboy hats, spaceships in the saloon, a plywood moon embedded in the roof of the water tower. “This place could use a little touch up,” they say to Austin. “I’ve been watching a lot of organizational videos, I’d know just what to do!”

“Right groovy you would!” Austin pats their shoulder. 

“With a grand prize of a million dollars, the stakes are high- for some of you, at least,” Chris chuckles, grinning at last season’s winner behind him. “Like last season, you’ll be split into two teams, in which you will compete together during challenges. One team will win, and the other will send someone home in the Lame-o-Sine!”

Chris gestures to a sputtering, practically cobbled-together limo sitting on the side of the road by a large golden stage. 

“And this is our award ceremony center- instead of tasty treats, you’ll be receiving gilded Chris statues- except for one unlucky B-list actor, who will walk the carpet of shame,” he grins. “Since we have to stay on theme, we’ve replaced our outhouse confessional with our brand new make-up confessional!”

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BONNIE: "This is somehow worse than the toilet,"

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SHA-MOD: “I got real lucky getting chosen to come here with my two best friends in the whole world. Joner was a little hesitant about adding a new guy to the group, but after Michela left there was an opening and I had to take it! The interview and blood test he gave me were a little weird, but anything to be one of the guys!”

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MICHELA: “Okay, yeah, this is super corny, and I miss Max like crazy, but… while I’m here, I might as well win, right?”

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Frollo stares into the camera for a few seconds and then sighs dramatically. 

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“And here’s our craft services tent!” Chef shouts, pointing to a cream-colored and patchy tent off to the side. A family of rats scurries out. O and Fren look at each other nervously. “You’ll be staying in some state-of-the-art trailers, too, but we’ll get to those later! Let’s team up!”

The cart stops and Chris steps out, the campers following. “O, Fren, Michael, Bonnie, Caesar, Frollo, and Peter, you six are the Foley Fujoshis! Everyone else- Kelly, Austin, Sha-Mod, Joner, McLovin, Scary, and Scruffy- you’re the Animation Anons.”

The respective teams sort themselves. A series of thick, dark red clouds roll over the lot, causing the campers to look up. 

“Now, as you might’ve guessed, this season is based on movie genres- and oh boy, did we choose some good ones,” Chris chuckles. “For your first challenge, we’ll be working with one of my personal favorite genres- the apocalypse flick.”

“Th-the what?!” O yelps. 

“You and your teams will be dodging a series of classic apocalypse scenarios in order to get to your trailers- the first player to make it there wins for their team, and the losers will be sending someone home. Ready?”

“W-wait!” McLovin starts to protest. 

“Set?”

“Where are the trailers?!” Scary shouts. 

“Action!”

The clouds rumble and a fleet of tennis-ball sized hail starts pouring over the lot. The campers scream and run in a variety of directions, covering their heads. Chris chuckles from under the shade of the cart. 

---

“Where are we going!” O shouts, his arms pelted by hail as he runs alongside Fren and Michela. 

“Well-” she yells back, using a garbage can lid to shield her body. “On the island, camp was northwest, right?”

“Where the bloody hell are we, then?!” Fren yelps as a slightly smaller ping-pong sized ice ball smacks the back of his neck. Michela shrugs. 

Frollo runs past, not even breaking a sweat. He uses his seemingly indestructible Bible as a shield, completely unbothered by the chaos. The three stare. 

---

Scary cartwheels through the storm, avoiding the hail like an action movie star dodging bullets. Scruffy trails behind her, shouting. 

“You think this is Chris’ weather machine again?!”

“Undoubtedly!” she says, almost completely unbothered. “Has your Geiger counter gotten anything so far?”

“Nope!” Scruffy shakes their head, pulling the device out from their pants pocket. “All normal- uh-oh.”

Scary stops for a second, landing on their feet and jogging backwards. The hail suddenly stops and the red clouds fade away, leaving the scene sunny, calm, and serene once again. Scruffy’s Geiger counter, however, tells a different story. 

“Time for wave 2!” Chris’ voice shouts over the speakers. 

A fleet of rounded, metallic flying objects soar overhead. Scary squints. “Are those-”

A green beam of light shoots down and disintegrates a garbage bin on the lot, leaving a pile of ashes where it once sat in the blink of an eye. 

“Alien invasion!” McLovin shrieks from afar. 

The flying saucers continue blasting and disintegrating objects at random. Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod jog by, all connected at the wrists. Scruffy and Scary raise their eyebrows, watching as the three run by them just to get blasted by a beam of green light and disappear. 

---

Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod all sit in the confessional. 

JONER: “After I became pals with these two, we made these,”

They hold up their wrists, which are connected by a chain of friendship bracelets. 

MCLOVIN: “We call them the bromate bond of eternity cuffs,”

SHA-MOD: "Name patent-pending,"

---

Joner, McLovin, and Sha-Mod's molecules quickly reform on a silver platform in the craft services tent. Chef walks over, handing each a paper bag. 

“What’re these for?” McLovin asks. 

Chef rolls his eyes. “Experimental teleportation has some… side effects,”

The three look at each other, faces turning green.

---

O and Fren run alongside each other in a beach-themed portion of the set, both shouting in terror as the green lasers disintegrate umbrella after lounge chair after beach ball. 

Fren spots a city set up ahead and points at a building. “Run for that door, mate!”

The two speed up, Fren dashing inside as a blast narrowly misses O, throwing him off course and forcing him to run in the opposite direction. The former steps through the doorway and looks around before realizing the front of the building was plywood, and he’s still outside. He sighs. 

O runs through the city and into the wild west, where Kelly and Austin are hiding beneath a chrome spaceship. The two watch the former pass, screaming in terror, and look to each other. Kelly holds a finger to their lips just as a beam vanishes the prop hiding them. 

Austin screams in pure terror as the UFO above whirs, gearing up to blast them again. 

“I got this, babe!” Kelly shouts, running to another sci-fi piece and tearing off a reflective piece of metal. They hold it over the two as the beam of light blasts them- it bounces right off the mirror. 

“Right on!” Austin shouts. Kelly smiles triumphantly. 

The beam then bounces off the side of the UFO and blasts them anyway, sending them to the craft services tent. 

---

“That’s five Anons down!” Chris’ voice blares over the speakers. “Odds are not looking good, guys!”

Bonnie smiles, nudging Caesar. “We got this,”

“Time for wave 3!”

The sky suddenly goes dark. The two blink and turn to each other as the streetlights in the city district light up green, and a heavy fog rolls in. “What the hell is this?”

Bonnie raises an eyebrow. “If I had to guess, I’d say it’s-”

Peter’s voice shrieks from afar. “ZOMBIES!”

“Alright!” Bonnie laughs, grabbing Caesar’s hand. “This’ll be a piece of cake. Let’s go find some weapons!”

“There’s my Bonbon!” 

The two dash off into the fog as Peter’s screams fade out. 

---

Scary and Scruffy walk alongside each other in the mist, both holding flimsy pieces of wood torn from the city set. They’re somewhere in a dark forest now (though the trees are clearly styrofoam and plastic). 

Fren’s screams sound in the distance and the two make nervous eye contact. 

“Geiger counter?” Scary whispers. Scruffy reads- “Nope, nothing. Chris must’ve thrown us off with the aliens on purpose,”

“Stupid Non-Disclosure Agreement,” she sighs, kicking a plastic rock aside. “I’d go public with what I was told, but now I’m not even sure if that was the truth, either.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out,” Scruffy says, putting away their Geiger counter. “In the meantime, let’s just try to stay in the game.”

“You’re right,” Scary sighs. “I just can’t- Scruffy?”

She turns, noticing her walking partner missing. A rustling from the plastic bushes grabs her attention and she turns just in time to see a zombie pop out, forcing a scream. They kick the robot in the face and sparks fly, taking its head clean off. 

“What the-” Scary stops, inspecting the wire carnage. “Robots? Dammit!” 

He turns and runs into the woods. 

---

O creeps along a beaten-down back lot between studios, biting his fingernails and looking around him every other second. The fog makes it impossible to see even a few feet ahead, so when he inevitably bumps into a fence between two huge buildings and realizes he’s trapped, he panics. 

O tries to steady himself with some therapy tactics, breathing heavily. “Deep breaths! One, two, three, four-”

A groaning from just ahead forces him to turn back towards the ally, his back against the fence. A horde of zombies trudges up, moaning and dragging their feet. He screams in terror, backing against the chain link as they get closer. 

“Duck!”

“WHERE?!” 

He whips his head around before realizing what the voice meant and dropping to the ground. Michela swings a lead pipe blindly, knocking out two zombies. The remaining undead turns to her and edges forward, but she kicks it back and crushes the metal beast with the pipe. 

She pants, covered in a dark, viscous liquid. 

“Is that blood?” O whimpers. 

“Not unless robots bleed,” she says, offering a hand. “Come on, I think we might be the only ones left,”

---

“Alright, let’s do this!” Bonnie shouts, stepping out of the make-up confessional with a set of handmade num-chuks, face smeared with camo makeup and eyes wild. Caesar follows, carrying a tastefully constructed spiked baseball bat. He looks nervous. 

“Come at me!” they yell, running out onto the city set street and swinging their num-chuks around as the fog recedes and the sky turns blue again. “Where are you? I’ve seen enough movies to know how to take you suckers down!”

“Um, Bonbon,” Caesar taps their shoulder, and then gestures to the empty set. “There’s no one here.”

“What! But there were like… five out here a minute ago!”

The two hear a crackling sound and smell the rancid scent of burning rubber. Caesar points to a plume of smoke rising up from around the corner, which they follow to see Frollo standing over a pile of burning animatronics. He mumbles something in Latin, his Bible underarm. 

“Wh-what?” Bonnie shouts. “But-”

“No creature of the devil is a match for our fearsome Lord,” Frollo says plainly, walking past them. 

The intercom crackles to life. “Everyone ready for wave 4?” 

Bonnie huffs. “Oh, whatever! We're prepared now- How hard could it be?”

A distant screeching sound makes Caesar and Bonnie go pale and look at each other. Before they can even ask each other “did you hear that?” a massive flock of birds descends on the two. 

---

“Birds?!” O shouts, swinging around a plank of wood to knock away six or seven more rabid crows. “What kind of apocalypse is this?!”

“Hey, we’re in movie land, man. Anything we can imagine can be real!” Chris chuckles. 

Michela and O stand back-to-back, swinging their weapons to fend off the flock attacking them. “They can’t be serious!” she shouts. 

Bonnie and Caesar run past them, screaming as they’re pursued by an even larger flock. Michela stares as the birds surround the two, lifting them up and carrying them in the opposite direction. 

“Oh, we’re so screwed,”

---

The craft services tent is abuzz with conversation and laughter as Chef serves lunch to the fallen campers. Bonnie pulls a feather out of their hair and groans as they receive a mandatory antibiotic for bird flu. 

Michela and O are thrown into the ten by a duo of interns in hazmat suits, dazed and covered in claw scratches and peck marks. 

Nurse Chef puts a bandaid over Bonnie’s arm. They step off the corner cot and walk to join Caesar on the other side of the room. “You’re next,” they mumble as they pass by Michela and O. 

---

Scary peers out of the garbage bin they’d been hiding inside of as the birds retreat. They sigh and step out, looking around for any sign of life aside from themselves. 

She walks into the city set, turning her head in every direction for anything- other players, birds, new threats… but nothing comes up. He walks into the old western set, looking from side to side before seeing Frollo sitting under the shaded porch of the saloon, wiping feathers off of his Bible. 

“How?!” Scary shouts, holding their arms out for emphasis. Frollo shrugs. 

“Any inhuman feat is achievable through the power of-”

“The Lord, we know!” She massages her temples. “I’m just- are we the last ones left?”

“Scary and Frollo are the only players remaining- whoever reaches their trailer first, or whoever survives the longest- wins for their team!” Chris’ voice blares. “Everyone ready for wave 5?”

Scary and Frollo- the latter unbothered- look at each other. 

The sky turns a deep crimson red as another set of clouds roll in, these a much more intense shade. The sound of thunder booms, shaking the set. 

A drip lands on Scary’s shoulder. “Rain?” they ask, turning to Frollo. He rolls his eyes. 

Chris’ voice crackles over the intercom. “Oh, yes. But not just any rain,” 

The rain picks up, pouring over the set and drenching everything in a coat of cherry red. 

“My clothes!” Scary yells, lamenting over their now-red lab coat. “Is this blood?!”

“And that’s not all!”

Frollo, still shaded from the downpour, looks around curiously. The distant sound of a plane overhead pulls both of their attention up as the cargo hold of the aircraft opens, raining down a shower of frogs, lice, flies, and locusts over the set. 

“It can’t be…” Frollo murmurs. 

“That’s right!” Chris yells. “This is the Biblical apocalypse!”

“I am so over this crap!” Scary yells, starting off. 

Frollo stands and begins running, not far behind her, looking panicked for the first time so far. The two bound off the western set and dash through the city, re-entering the spooky forest. A sudden wash of darkness consumes them, leaving them blindly stumbling as the insects and blood turn to hail. 

As the light returns, the two find themselves running outside the sets in the final stretch towards the trailers. 

“Let's see, blood water, frogs, locusts... oops, almost forgot my personal favorite- pestilence!”

Chef emerges in a hazmat suit, carrying a large hose. A noxious green gas flies out of the nozzle just ahead of the campers. 

“Good Lord in Heaven!” Frollo yells, holding his Bible in front of him. 

Scary suddenly grins. “Your God can’t save you now! Leave this one to science!” They pull a medical mask from their lab coat, hold their breath and duck and roll under the cloud of disease. 

Frollo coughs as he runs through the noxious fumes before immediately going stiff and collapsing. He twitches on the ground as Scary reaches the trailers. 

“And The Anons win the first challenge!” Chris’ voice booms. The crowd in the craft services tent cheers as they watch Chef walk over and scrape Frollo off the ground with a shovel, carrying him away. “Looks like an elimination ceremony won’t be necessary, either.”

“What was that?” Scary asks, taking off their mask. 

“Oh, just a Bubonic Plague strain, nothing serious. He’ll be fine!”

The campers in the mess hall stare at Chris. He sighs and rolls his eyes. “Fine, we’ll rope off the area for a few days. Now get!”

The contestants grumble and shuffle out of the tent.

---

Kelly opens the screen door to the girl's and such trailer, carrying their bag over their shoulder. They've downsized for this season, deeming much of their beauty products unnecessary (though, of course, they kept a livable amount).

"Hello!"

Scary sits on the furthest bunk in the corner of the room, biting their lip and clicking their ballpoint pen rhythmically as they stare at the blank notepad in their lap.

Kelly blinks. "Are you-"

"Don't bother, they've been ignoring us for hours," a voice from behind says. Kelly turns to see Michela and Bonnie in the doorway behind them, both having just come back from the craft services tent.

"Oh! Well, hello to you!" Kelly says cheerily. "I'm so grateful that we get to spend the season together, just us girls."

"And such," Bonnie grumbles, walking past Kelly into the trailer. They grab their bathroom bag and head back out without another word.

"Well, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning," Kelly murmurs, setting their things down on a vacant bunk.

"They're still a little touchy about last season's elimination," Michela says. "Not that I blame them."

"Well, remind me to never bring it up!" Kelly nods, eyes-wide. Scary mumbles to themselves across the room.

---

McLovin unpacks his bag, folding his pajamas neatly over his pillow. "Doesn't it feel a little unfair to all of you that the girls-"

"And goths," Caesar holds up a finger.

"Right, and such, get that big trailer to themselves while we're all cramped in here?"

"Not really," Sha-Mod says from the bunk above McLovin's. "I mean, there's only four of them, and nine of us, so of course we're gonna feel a little cramped."

"Nah, I get it, they could've sectioned off a part of their trailer for some of us," Scruffy says, shoulder-to-shoulder with O. "I'd like my own bed, for one."

"Rude," O scoffs, turning over.

"I don't quite mind sleeping on the floor, baby," Austin says, taking a seat on the carpet. "I get along with the insects swimmingly."

"Nah, it's fine," Scruffy sighs. "With the ratio, one of us will probably be gone by tomorrow."

McLovin sits up on his bunk, scratching his head absent-mindedly. "Hey, you know all about this show, right?"

Scruffy nods.

"What's tomorrow gonna be?"

They suck in their breath through their teeth. "Yeah, about that... see, I know all about TDA, but... these challenges are new. There was no Biblical apocalypse in the original season. So... we're completely on our own now."

The boys look at each other nervously.

[tarisilmarwen]

Rebels Rewatch: “Call To Action”

The first entry in our finale arc and the moment the gloves came off and Rebels went, “Oh you thought I was a nice safe little kids cartoon huh?  Hold my beer.”

Yet another gorgeous establishing shot.

This sequence is staged/blocked as a parallel to the Emperor arriving on the Death Star in Return of the Jedi, the looming Star Destroyer, the Lambda shuttle, troops lined up in neat formation and the Imperial March at full ominous strength.  Fitting given that we’re bringing in the big guns.

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Tarkin was offhand mentioned as being the governor of the Outer Rim early in the series, and “Tarkintown” was a direct result of laws and policy he put into place that allowed the Empire to simply seize people’s properties to strip mine them for resources, so he’s kind of been a very background looming shadow for our Rebels from the beginning and wastes no time dressing everyone present down for making him have to come out to this stupid insignificant backwater planet personally.

The roasting is epic.

“Look I know you’re an airheaded ditz who only got this job because Pryce is too busy faffing around the Core Worlds but you could at least not look so incompetent at it.”

“ancient history“ BITCH THAT WAS WITHIN YOUR LIFETIME.  YOU WORKED WITH ANAKIN AND OBI-WAN.  YOU WERE THERE.

Tarkin seems awfully certain there’s no possible way Kanan can be a Jedi.  I wonder if it’s a matter of he truly doesn’t believe that any survived or he’s not very impressed with Kanan as compared to the Jedi he knew.

Note again: No fanfare.

We lighten things up a bit with a brief little action setpiece, calling back to the speeder chase in the pilot.  It’s the kind of safe peril you’d expect from the early part of the show, no mess, no trouble, just fun adventure set to exciting music cues and watching our heroes be cool.

You know... lulling us into a false sense of security.

Sabine once again participating in the banter with Ezra and even throwing in a sweet little shoulder pat as well.

(Ezra looks disappointed that Kanan didn’t say anything to compliment him, maybe Sabine thought to cheer him up?)

Ugh, Trayvis’s slimy, “Well of course I never advocated for violence, those Rebels are twisting my message!”

The Holonet does not have Twitter Community Notes alas.

“Readers added context they thought people might want to know: You’re a lying traitorous dick and you suck.”

And the plan to take control of the Imperial communications tower is hatched.

Watching the microexpressions on Ezra’s face this whole scene is a trip, because you can tell he has misgivings but also agrees that the best way to reach the people is to break through the state-controlled media propaganda machine and offer up the truth.

OH BOY IT’S THE TRAUMATIZING SCENE!

Comedic staples Aresko and Grint, who have been with us on the show from the beginning, are brought in for their own dressing down before being summarily and literally beheaded in the office.

Yeah no, the first time I watched this I was like, “OKAY WELL THAT JUST HAPPENED HOLY SHIT.“

Ngl, Grand just casually walking around the desk to go stand behind them is even worse after you know what’s coming.

“Your Rebel cell is more principled than others.”  Lol is that a dig at Saw and the Partisans?

No but hold me back from getting into my messy Rebellion Era Jedi feelings and wordspewing about how even with all the Empire’s propaganda, even with all the effort and energy they expend smearing them and erasing their legacy, they still represent Hope to the ordinary people and inspire them to stand up and fight.  And how that’s so so dangerous to the careful order and control Palpatine set up and so he can’t allow any of them to survive because their mere existence makes people stare in awe and take up their arms.

*sobbing forever*

Kallus and Tua’s slow dawning horror as they realize what’s about to happen. D:

HELLO NAUGHTY CHILDREN, THIS IMAGE IS NOW BURNED INTO YOUR NIGHTMARES.

YOU’RE WELCOME.

See, even these two are unnerved.  It takes Kallus a full second to blink himself back into composure when Tarkin addresses him.

This cue here in the aggressive low brass is part of the Inquisitor’s theme and gets used later in the big Seventh Sister and Fifth Brother introduction I’m pretty sure.

I always love the way Rebels does background sky, it looks almost like watercolor paintings.

“I said be optimistic.”

“Five minutes is optimistic!”

<3

They bring a bit of the fyrnock cue back here, I think to put us just a little bit on edge.

(Also apropos given what Ezra does moments later.)

Sabine being pouty all, “I could have done that.“

Please appreciate how Ezra beams at Kanan’s praise and Sabine get embarrassed at how heartwarming they are.

Too bad the probe wasn’t 100% dead.

LOLOL Kallus seems a little on edge as he leaves Tarkin’s office here.

“Lure them into a trap?  But... but I literally just tried that last episode!”

The plan is further hatched but Ezra gets solemn when Sabine brings up that things never seem to follow the plan and Kanan, sensing something up, doesn’t take Ezra’s deflection for an answer.

 Oof and watch how Ezra’s arms come up in his self-protective pose right there.

At first, Kanan thinks it’s just insecurity about taking on the role and by implication the legacy of his parents, nervousness about speaking.  And yes, Ezra confesses that that’s part of it.  (Once again with the self-esteem issues, “I’m not brave, I’m not special, I can’t do this without the rest of you.”)

But it runs deeper.  Ezra’s afraid of loss, of having something bad happen to his new family like it happened to his parents.  But for a Jedi, fear of loss, fear of potential loss, can cripple you.  Paralyze you from being able to think and take proper action.

So Kanan reminds Ezra that loss is going to happen to matter what.  You can’t cling to the things you have, you have to let them pass away, if that’s what’s going to happen.  You can’t be attached.  You have to let go.

“We will take more losses before this is over.”  “When the times comes, we’re going to have to be ready to sacrifice for something bigger.”

Don’t think about Season Four don’t think about Season Four don’t think about Season Four--

The Force theme plays out sweetly in the background as Kanan talks about how they’re “learning these things together”, ending on a modified major chord to leave on a brighter note resolution.

And this is such a pretty shot.

And this one too.  And this might be the first time we see Lothal’s twin moons?

This is such a smooth action sequence, the way Sabine hops off her bike and lets it Tokyo drift into the cannon to blow it up before rolling into view and popping off shots, the conservation of camera movement as it cuts to Zeb, quick inserts and then Ezra and Kanan are on site.

Hate to keep repeating myself but seriously, look at that cloud painting work.

The Imperial March, naturally, as the Empire’s vehicles close in.

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Ezra’s eyes dart from target to aerial target.

The camerawork this episode is really excellent, love this dolly in shot of Grand.

Nnnfhkhg Ezra flinched a bit when Kanan got in his face and ordered him to get Zeb.

Cripes, I think Kanan is already thinking ahead to what he’s going to have to do.

“But I like this gun!”  “We’ll get you another gun!”  Children, both of you.  Lol.

AND THE FIRST OFFICIAL TIME THOSE ETERNALLY CURSED WORDS, “I’LL BE RIGHT BEHIND YOU.” ARE UTTERED.

Seriously, it became an awful kind of running joke.

Right, so in spite of Kanan’s reassurances, said to get Ezra to keep going and not stall, Ezra still lingers long enough to watch Kanan shut the door behind them.

NO THAT’S FINE.  A HEART IS OVERRATED ANYWAY.

Grand drops down accompanied by his bass chorals and Kanan turns his saber on the door controls and about right here is when I think we all knew he wasn’t going to be right behind Ezra at all.

Again with the camerawork, this tilting pan up towards the top of the tower and then tracking dolly zoom in as the others spill out onto the balcony.

Nooooooooo bbyyyyyyyyyy. :((((((((

Subtle animation appreciation moment: The way Zeb shields Sabine right here.

Kanan’s matching the Inquisitor strike for strike now, and even repays the kick in the chest from “Gathering Forces”.  He’s calm, almost zen, having accepted what he has to do, and his cavalier attitude throws Grand, stalling for enough time to let Hera get there.

The “Shenanigans“ theme rolls in on somber trombones, stalling out after only the opening notes.

:((((((((

Capping this scene is an exercise in, “Whose expression looks more devastated?”

Hera’s tight-lipped tremble as she makes the call is especially hard.

My gosh look at the smoke effects though.

This episode really has no business being this pretty.

I hate you Tarkin, I hate you I hate you I wanna punch you in your stupid sneering face.

Kanan looks astonished to hear the others are still proceeding with the plan and making the transmission.  I guess he thought they might write the mission off as a loss what with his capture.

Aaaaaah Ezra I’m so proud of him!

This really is an excellent speech.

The woodwinds plink away in the background of some muted brass here, even the Main Titles theme (Luke’s theme, used to denote heroism in the Star Wars score) is quiet, fading out before a slow dooming Imperial March takes over.

“Ho shit, they’re firing on their own tower?”

Well uh... we already knew that Tarkin doesn’t believe in overkill.

<3

The show makes use of some very effective silence, only the faint static of the transmitter playing over the closing stinger.  Just to drive that last devastating blow in.

And cue cliffhanger.

Ha ha, another one I don’t rewatch that often, at least not without completing it out with the next two because seriously, that is a cruel cliffhanger.

Rebels does not really believe in a static Status Quo, which I appreciate.  Even in Season One it throws wrenches, shakes things up, unmoors our characters.  And by extension us the audience. XD

Even for those of us who believed in the show from the beginning I don’t think anyone expected it to axe our two staple recurring side antagonists and end an episode with Kanan captured.

So kudos to Rebels for taking that risk.  It has more freedom to do so, granted, than a show like TCW or Kenobi, given that it’s mostly original characters not protected by Plot Armor, but still.

Next episode takes us two steps forward and one great big Mustafar step back, I can’t wait!

[wonderlandleighleigh]

86 Thoughts while watching The OC season one episode 4: The Debut

1. I love that these early episodes really focused on the Cohens+1 as a family, and established these really deep dynamics.

2. Seth is such a shitty kid and it’s so funny in these early eps. It feels more endearing than like...shitty in later episodes.

3. Ryan getting adoptedddddddddd what a good lil math nerd.

4. Anyone who thinks Ryan is a bad boy I feel like you miss the point of the character. He has terrible luck, and a bad temper, but also, he is a MATH NERD who says whole sentences with his eyes.

5. “You steal a car? You burn down a house? You beat up the captain of the water polo team?” Let’s be real, Luke won that fight. Ryan isn’t a good fighter lol.

6. Kirsten is not a hugger.

7. Brody’s little groove walk is fun.

8. Califoniaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa here we cooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooommmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmme

9. underpants!

10. Seth rolling around on Ryan’s bed like a puppy. Sir what.

11. He doesn’t have any things.

12. Poor Ryan, he does not know how to deal with this debutante thing.

13. Peggy deserved more than two episodes, she’s so salty and I love her. Where did she go???

14. Jimmy and Sandy are such strange frenemies. Like Jimmy so clearly still has a thing for Kirsten and Sandy knows. He knows, and he knows they have to play nice (for now), but he is not thrilled. He’s a friendly dude mostly, so he’s not gonna start shit just because, but like. He knows it’s bad.

15. My big quibble with this episode is that the girls’ dresses look incredibly cheap. At least for the main three girls they could have gone higher end. Or maybe it’s just that 2003 style.

16. I know Luke is like “bleh Ryan” but I can’t help thinking of it as a lil bi panic.

17. Summer trying to bang Ryan. Ryan like “I mean she’s hot but...but...but...”

18. Ryan and Summer should have banged.

19. Like not a relationship. But just. Boning.

20. I’ve warmed up to Marissa as I’ve gotten older. She’s very sweet in these early episodes.

21. That is so much wine Sandy just poured Kirsten. SO MUCH. BRUH YOUR WIFE HAS A DRINKING PROB- we’ll talk about next season.

22. I love all the comic books just lying around as set dressing.

23. Ryan’s favorite comic is Justice Society of America, and I love that for him. It’s very classic superhero, but it’s not one of the BIG ONES.

24. Poor Kirsten, finding out about Jimmy’s dumb shit.

25. Sandy is in full lawyer mode. “We have to tell everybody this dude stole from them.”

26. I wish I liked these dresses more.

27. But god the music cues are so on point. The soundtrack for the OC is just top notch, all thees years later.

28. And ask the world to stay away please....

29. Ryan is so sweet. He just can’t say no.

30. Fucking Jimmy.

31. God damn, Julie just spending every last cent. She doesn’t ask ever about their finances. She just assumes. But Jimmy let her believe they were more than fine.

32. Jimmy is such an idiot. I wish I liked him more. He’s supposed to be charming. I love Tate Donovan. But god. That character.

33. Try to enjoy this, please! I love Peggy. Justice for Peggy.

34. The dancing. Poor Ryan.

35. Who let Adam Brody out of his feral nerd cage? Whoever it was, I’m grateful.

36. Summer is such a douche in these early episodes. Her character arc is amazing through the series. Truly. one of my favorites in TV history.

37. i still don’t quite buy Ryan and Marissa’s chemistry. Part of it is that Misha Barton is so young, and she hasn’t had time to develop as an actress. I feel like if she’d been like two years older when she played Marissa it’d hit harder.

38. Annaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. God I love Anna. Again. She has such good chemistry with Seth and Ryan. Again. Ryan should have been allowed to date Anna.  The two with the most common sense in the whole bunch together? Power couple.

39. Kirsten, stop trying to save Jimmy he doesn’t deserve it.

40. Oh Holly. I would have loved for her to get a redemption arc. Like still kind of brainless, but more mature. Less shitty. She comes back in s4 and has learned nothing.

41. Ben McKenzie eye acting choices.

42. Jimmmyyyyyyyyyyyy karma said “hey hi how ya doin”

43. Barbecutionist.

44. Marissa watching Luke’s friends and feeling just so done. Girl I get it.

45. Poor Ryan. He just wants to go home and hide in his pool house and read comic books and not deal with this dumb crap.

46. Luke’s weird toxic masculinity is pretty rough. He gets a nice redemption arc later where he just turns into a golden retriever. I love that for him.

47. Yep. There’s the JSA issue.

48. Julie really wants to be a good mother, but she puts so much importance on appearance and image and perception. And dumping all of that on her very sensitive daughter is cruel.

49. I love Julie’s eye makeup.

50. Melinda Clarke is such a heavy hitter in this series. Julie Cooper, Urban Cougar was such a thing.

51. Sandy not going either. Sandy said fuck that.

52. Again, these dresses...they’re just not...great.

53. lol Sandy and Ryan just....”Nah.” “Yeah, me neither.”

54. THE BONDING. THE VIDEO GAMES. I love this dynamic so much.

55. Sandy serving truth. “They’ve all got secrets and they’re all terrified that the guy nextdoor is gonna find them out.”

56. It’s such a sweet moment, and then “You just stabbed me again.”

57. Summerrrrrrrrrrrrr.

58. lol Anna and Seth spewing comic book stuff.

59. YOU’RE A GIRL. Bitch I have been reading comic books since 1991.

60. The birth of the Summer/Seth/Anna triangle/almost thruple.

61. I just tried to liken them to Roy/Keeley/Jamie but there is no grumpy asshole.

62. But if it were Summer/Ryan/Anna, we would have a Lasso Thruple sitch.

63. But not really.

64. Sandy is the best. I swear.

65. Jimmy and karma doin that dance.

66. Luke is, in fact, an idiot.

67. “Stop hitting a dude who didn’t actually do anything to you.” “I AM LEAVING BECAUSE YOU MAKE SENSE!” Oy.

68. Anna is so charming. I love her.

69. Julie just dislikes Ryan so damn much. Christ.

70. “Confidence, Cohen!” Ugh. So cute.

71. I love Seth/Summer but Anna/Seth was also so so fun.

72. “We’re gonna go this way.” lol

73. We don’t see Summer walk by herself. I think that was a missed opportunity.

74. Peggyyyyyyyyyy! My beloved!

75. The sweetness of this scene lasts all of three seconds before Jimmy gets slugged in his face.

76. I love that they were never afraid of the fact that Marissa was just a lil taller than Ryan. the visual works so well for the show.

77. Here we go.

78.”Bad accounting.”

79. hot damn y’all this old man fight lol.

80. Julie’s shaking fingers is such a nice touch in this moment.

81. I guess Sandy figures karma has done its job on Jimmy and now he can be supportive. lol.

82. Seth and Annaaaaaaa. Jesus so cute. Even though they’re kind of the same person lol.

83. Another great music cue. To Sheila, by the Smashing Pumpkins.

84. I just. I want to like Marissa more. I’m still not sure why I can’t get there all these years later.

85. LOL Luke. With the weird sneak attack.

86. And that’s it. A last shot of Ryan alone, who should be heading home to avoid the police.

[irisvinsmoke]

When A Tiger is sick (Chapters 1-2)

There will be an fem OC reader. Her name is Vinsmoke Iris (Sanji's twin sister). She's best friends with the ASL brothers. She lives alone in an apartment with tiger!hybrid! Zoro as her lover/pet/best friend. Ace has a crush on Iris. (Mordern AU) [This is my first fanfic so it won’t be good. Feedback appreciated]

Chapter 1:

Ace, Luffy and Sabo sit by the window of a cosy cafe. Sabo sips his tea gracefully while trying to ignore the fact his brothers are both eating tje food they ordered like as if it was their last meal. Once the tea cup is emptied, Sabo uncrossed his legs while setting the tea cup down gently. Right on cue, a blonde haired young man with striking blue eyes approaches them and casually plopped himself next to Sabo making him cringe a little. The waiter dis this regularly when he was either board or have no work to do. “Sanji! Where's Iris? Did she come to work today?” Luffy asked the male sitting next to his older brother. Sanji chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “Mm. She came today… She left before you guys came to take care of her sick tiger companion…” Said Sanji as he thought of his twin. Iris was identical to Sanji. Same blonde hair, same blue eyes, same sense of style, same height, but different hair length and personality. She was his everything, and among his 5 siblings, he was closest to her. Luffy grinned at the mention of the older female. “Do you think she’ll be happy if we visit?!” Luffy asked excitedly. Before Sanji could answer, Ace chimes in. “Of course she will. Who is she to not be happy to see her beloved twin brother, her 2 best friends and the most handsome guy she met?” Said Ace dramatically, blushing as he compliments himself. Sabo sighed and massages his aching temples before saying, “I’m sure she’ll be delighted to see us… But I'm worried about Zoro… The last time we visited, Zoro nearly killed Ace…” Ace glared at his blonde haired brother. “That tiger hybrid HATES me I tell you!” Ace shots at Sabo who returned his glare. Before they could fight, Sanji interrupted them. “To be fair, Ace, you were hitting on Iris even after Zoro made it clear she's his territory and that she's his girl…” Ace pouts at Sanji and was about to protest when Luffy pipes up excitedly, “So? Are we going or not?”

Chapter 2:

Sanji hummed as he inserted the spare keys to his sister's apartment into the keyhole. He's been told off countless times about abusing the use of the keys when they're meant for emergencies, but still does it anyway. Once Sanji unlocked the door, he swung it opened, only te reveal Zoro, in a protective stance. His tail swishing aggressively and a menacing growl accompanied it. When he growls, Zoro’s entire body vibrate, making tje 3 earings on his ear clink together, making a whimsical sound. Usually, Zoro would be dressed in a plain green T-shirt which is paired with sweatpants. This time however, Zoro seems to be shirtless. Sanji’s mind thought of tje worse thing he could imagine. “WeRe yOu HaViNg SeX wItH mY sIsTeR, yOu DaMn TiGeR?!” Shrieked Sanji, angered. Zoro scowled at him, his ears pressed against his head and before he could hiss out a reply, Iris appeared behind him, fully clothed in tje cream coloured sweater Sanji got her for their birthday. She paired it nicely with some sweatpants. Ace is flabbergasted. She placed a comforting hand on Zoro’s head, causing his tiger ears to perk back up. “What’s wrong Zo? Did the mailman agitate you again?” Iris asked as she gently strokes Zoro behind his ears. Zorp lets out a loud low purr which sounded like his earlier growling. “No… Your shitty brother barged in again. And he brought Luffy, Ace and Sabo with him..” Said Zoro in between contented purrs. Iris looks up at the boys and Sanji flashed a smirk at his sister. “Heyyyy sis…” He said, jiggling the keys with his right hand. Iris really wants to wipe the smirk off her brother's face but Zoro has the side of his head pressed against her waist, his eyes closed as his purrs continues while he desperately tries to get closer to the hand stroking him. She knew any sudden movement would startle the tiger hybrid. Plus, Zoro is still recovering from a fever. Instead she sighed, coaxed Zoro back inside, before allowing the four men in.

To be continued....?

[lunarsun12]

My Spotlight - Part 2

Masterlist

Previous Part / Next Part

Tis the day, Ice Prince Sunghoon vs Niki Minaj, everyone is anticipating for the result. As they get a free show…well for Sunoo it is hell for him. As he hates it when people steals his spotlights.

Who will win? The Ice Prince or Niki Minaj?

The next day…

Sunghoon was first, as he claims Niki will be shaking in his boots. Once he see his performance.

Back at the ice rink…

Sunghoon was preparing to warm up, with the rest of family at the side watching him. With Jay holding my son is the best banner.

Sunghoon: Niki is slow! I bet he is scared!

Sunoo: Yeah right…Niki being scared is like me being nice to you for a day

Heesung: You two are really spawn of Jay for sure…

Heesung: The amount of—

Jake coughs loudly, before Heesung finish his sentence. Signally him not to speak anymore, as Jake really doesn’t want to see another fight anymore.

Jay: Look hyung just watch my son glide across the ice

A few mins later, Niki and Jungwon arrived at the ice rink.

Niki: Sorry, we are late! Eomma has to help, an old lady cross the road and then rescues a cat from a tree

Heesung: So sweet!

Niki: Let’s see what you got snow boy! And also Uncle Jay…what with the outfit…

Jay: I’m supporting my son

Sunoo gave a side eye to jay outfits and scoffed at it.

Sunoo: You supported the wrong person, at least supports someone who have taste in fashion

Right on cue Sunghoon music came on and he started to do his routine.

15 mins later…

Everyone who watched Sunghoon performance, just stood there in awe. As they were blown away of this majestic performance. Apart from Sunoo, he hates to see his brother getting the spotlight.

Sunghoon finished his performance, glide down to meet with his family.

Sunghoon: So how is it? Don’t need to say! I’m already fabulous

Jay: That my son!

Jake: It’s so good! Oh my goodness!

Heesung: I have to admit, it was really good

Jungwon: I guess it is half good

Jungwon: Isn’t that right Niki? Niki?

When Jungwon turned around, Niki was nowhere to be found.

Jungwon: Niki!! He is gone!!

Heesung: Again? Why you keep on losing him

Sunghoon: Hah, he must have got cold feet and ran away

The ice rink went black, which lead to someone scream like a girl (highly suspected that is Sunoo). The Spotlight was shone the lockroom entrance and revealed Niki, dressing up as Michael Jackson.

Niki: Hasta La Vista Sunghoon~

Niki did shotgun with his hand and shooter at Sunghoon. Niki started to do his routine.

15 mins later…

Everyone was in shock and as well laughing. As during the midst performance, Niki started to rap about dissing Sunghoon.

Niki: Beat that ice boy!

Jungwon: Niki, you really should tell where you are going to me!

Niki: I did tell, you were busy watching Sunghoon to notice

Sunoo: I love this performance even though I don’t like Niki

Sunghoon: You only liked it, because he dissed me

Heesung: Looks like the decision is made then

Before the Show…

Jungwon was sitting next to Niki in his bedroom, Niki is looking glum.

Jungwon: Niki, come on…don’t be sad

Niki: I just wanted to show everyone my dance but now they can’t even see it as they chose Sunghoon

Jungwon: Sunghoon as this mystical charm, it hard to resist…

Niki: I want that charm!

Niki: I don’t want to dance anymore…I don’t care if I get scouted or not! No one takes me seriously!

Jungwon: Hey Niki! Look who cares about you dumb cousin think! Do it for yourself!

Niki: You right…I just wanted to show them how much improved!

Jungwon gave Niki a hug: Don’t worry your Eomma is always here

After the performance…

Niki: I can’t believe it

Previous Part / Next Part

[xydamcg]

Prisoner of 141

Ghost x f character!

Cw: memories of trauma, torture, blood, details for gore, desensitization, fight or flight

Summary: Tatali has to settle in, it will take some time for her to get used to such treatment from the members of 141.

The shower was rejuvenating, she was no longer caked in dirt or dried blood. She smelled like strawberries and cinnamon, not the best combo but she wasn’t complaining anything was better than her state before. Tatali had cut her hair that had grown far too much for her liking. She was use to keeping it short so that’s how she cut it keeping the length right below her ears, it was dark brown in the right light but seemed even darker by under the fluorescent lights of the base. Kate waited patiently, the two hour shower barely seemed to bother her as she scrolled through her work email. Tatali got dressed in some of the clothing in the locker for her. She dressed in simple pair of cargo pants, long socks, boots that she cuffed her pants above, a black large hoodie that was obvious a man’s, and a black tactical vest with numerous of empty pockets.

Tatali quietly moved toward Kate not wanting to make her wait any longer, Kate looked up slightly before doing a double take at the younger woman before her. Kaye seemed surprised by how much different Tatali looked without the dirt covering her face, hiding most of her features. “All set?” Kate asked standing with a small smile. “Yes.” Tatali confirmed with a subtle nod, Kate once again guiding her through the unfamiliar halls of the base, many people passing eying her curiously. “Today since we don’t want to overbear you with so much at once we’re going to let you settle in and get ready for a long day tomorrow.” Kate instructed from in front of her, Tatali barely paying attention as she took in every detail of each hall they moved through so she didn’t get lost when and if she was ever on her own. After some walking they reached what seemed to be a common room before dorms down a hall. “Most of 141 stay here in this section of the base Soap, Gaz, Ghost and so on. This if your room 548 same as your locker back in the locker room, fridge doesn’t have much but it’s fresh.” Kate informed, Tatali zoning in on the information that was being fed to her. Kate was really nice, much nice than anyone else she came across in this field. “Soap and Gaz should be on their way, I have to go but if you need anything there’s a phone in your room you can call me.” Kate explained before peeking at her watch, on cue Soap and Gaz came shuffling through the double doors. “Nice to see you boys, I gotta run. Make sure she eats something.” Kate ordered pointing between the two who saluted stupidly making Kate laugh before heading off.

Tatali’s eyes wondered the hall around them, the warm lights in the section of the base was almost comforting? “Wanna head to your room?” Soap spoke up, her eyes snapping to her left to look at him. Tatali pursed her lips before nodding, swiveling on her heel and counting the doors as she went finding her room furthest from the main double doors. The door was unlocked as she made her way into the big space of the room. It wasn’t too big, but it was bigger than the cell that held her only hours ago. She took in the space..a small kitchen, the phone Kate mentioned earlier, a mini livingroom, a bed and most importantly a window. Tatali was so tired of the dark and the cold, at least as a prisoner here she would be treated with some actual normality rather than a wild animal like with the Hutu.

The Hutu were an army of woman who had the idea that taking down corrupted business in South Africa was what would benefit the economy which it did in the beginning but power changes peoples perceptions and twists their minds. So the woman that were fighting to pave a way for their people became the one who needed to be pushed out of power. Tatali was raised by the Hutu since she was 12, Kate said she was 26 now? Tatali had been trained to kill since age 12, was initiated into a ‘squadron’ at 13, followed every order—excelled further than most until age 24 before she spent another 2 imprisoned by a different group who called themselves the Red eyes. The red eyes she knew nothing about only that they were rivals of the Hutu and they had managed to capture their best solider. Two years of torture, no contact with the outside word or her people, none of it felt real. It all felt like a foggy memory or fading nightmare, she hadn’t come to terms with anything that had happened to her while she was captured with The Red Eyes. Her body dealt with the trauma by simply storing any type of emotion other than fighting deep into her mind. She had been running on fight or flight for quite some time now.

Even now— the loud clatter of dishes pulled her from her thoughts that left her froze in the middle of the room. Her hand subconsciously moved to the empty holster on her vest before her head lurched in the direction of the noise. “Sorry sorry.” Soap mumbled from the kitchen, Gaz watching her closely his own hand on his weapon out of reaction to her reaching for noticeably nothing now. Tatali slowly lowered her hand before turning it over to show Gaz she wasn’t a threat. She repeated the action with the other since Gaz seemingly wasn’t convinced. Gaz relaxed slightly his hand moving to his chest to rest along the lining of his vest. Tatali moved into the kitchen eyeing Soap, did he know what he was doing? “What are you trying to make?” Tatali asked, her voice was quiet and raspy almost robotic as it seemed to hold no actual emotion. Soap showed her the pack of meat and vegetables before he looked over at her. “Stir fry, ever had it?” He asked her softly as he oiled the pan. “No, not that I could remember.” She retorted leaning back against the counter to watch him. “Lucky for you I make the best stir fry out here.” Soap gushed making Gaz scoff. “Yeah lucky for us, nearly burns down the kitchen every time trying to make anything else.” Gaz quirked teasingly making Soap groan. “It was that one time!” Tatali watched as the two began to bicker her mind drifting again, the pair becoming background noise as she was swallowed by dark thoughts.

“Tell us where to find Fyti and we might just let you go.” The guard growled as she stared at him, her eyes void as blood dripped from the wound in her leg. The handle of the knife still protruded from her thigh, it had just missed the femur bone which meant they made a huge mistake. She could still move, and if she could still move—she could still kill them. “Still not gonna answer eh?” He questioned earning silence from the woman who watched his every move. Tatali was calculating his next move before he even made it, most of the guards were predictable leaving all possibilities closed but one. The other guard who stood near the door was nervous and she only knew that because he kept shifting his weight from one foot to the other and his hands fidgeted with the key ring on his belt every so often. “Maybe i can carve it out of you..” he stated approaching with another knife. Tatali slowly planted her feet as he drew closer preparing herself to slaughter him.

Her eyes dropped to his legs, watching as he stalked closer and closer. “Eyes up here girl.” The male sneered grabbing her chin roughly forcing her to look up at him. Tatali felt her eyes reach his own and she smirked. “Amused are ya?” He asked making her smirk fall instantly. “Yes amused because I’m going to kill you.” She finally announced before peeking around the man before her to the guard by the door. “Even you.” Before anyone else could get a word out, she pulled her hands through the shackles the sweat and blood being a good lubricant for her release. Tatali let out a scream as she pulled the knife from her leg and drove it into the guard’s knee and twisting a satisfying pop and him shouting in pain filled the room. Tatali leaned forward in her chair driving her shoulder into the man's sternum, knocking him back enough to get the space she needed to take the knife from his hand and bury it into the soft flesh behind his chin. "Hold that for me." She snickered as his body dropped to the ground. Tatali pushed to her full height of 5'8 as she watched the man at her feet bleed out. She nearly forgot her audience until she heard the soft click of his gun loading a bullet into the chamber, her eyes narrowed at the trembling guard. He was young, almost too young for her to feel morally okay about killing him.

"If you lower the weapon i won't kill you. You can turn around and-" a shot rang out, Tatali managing to move out the path of it with ease. She took shelter behind the hefty cart of torture devices as the boy released his whole clip stupidly into the side of it. "I really didn't want to do this." She told him as she heard him fumbling with the keys to the door. Tatali rose from behind the cart, her mind filled with a new found anger at him trying to run away after trying to kill her. Coward. She took hold of the cart before ramming it into the back of his legs pinning him to the door, her hand selecting a pair of scissors. "Please no, don't!" He screamed as she drew closer to his crumpled form. "Next time, you better kill me." She concluded before driving the pair of scissors into his eye socket, his screams ceasing immediately.

"Tatali! Hey! Can you hear me?"

Her auburn pupils dilated before constricting again as Soap brought her back to reality. "What?" She asked looking at him, concern written in his features as Gaz watched from his place behind him. "You've been staring at the same spot for almost fifteen minutes now. Are you alright?" Soap asked making her shift under his hand, he carefully pulled back. "I'm fine." She confirmed catching his eyes again, he decided to let it go before holding out a bowl of piping rice and stir fry. "Thank you." she said taking the bowl before taking a seat across the room near the window, Gaz and Soap watching her for a moment before sharing a look.

The food smelled good, almost too good. She looked over at Soap and Gaz who were sitting together at the island chatting, their mouths full of food and funny spoken words. Tatali slowed raised the fork to her mouth before taking a bite, it was her first full hot meal in years. It tasted like- she couldn't quite describe it. Too many flavors to pin point, not enough time to think as she became overloaded with just taste alone. Soap did make a really good stir fry.

[thanxx1117]

4, 10 and 12 with hyunjae please 🥺 plot idkkkk maybe reader starting arguments on purpose and hyunjae snaps

I hope you like this! 🥰

Apologies for any misspelled words and incorrect grammar. 💋

You knew what you were getting into when agreeing to date Hyunjae. He came home late almost every night. Always tired after his long day of practice.

Most of the time when you would try and make a move after he got home he would turn you down saying he was too tired and when he didn't make an excuse and did agree you would be doing all the work. But not today.

You decided to start a fight. Why? Because angry Hyunjae is what you needed right now. You needed him to take control and for lack of a better term... Fuck you within an inch of your life. So here you are standing in front of the mirror taking yourself in.

HIS over sized t-shirt? Check

Hair up and out of the way? Check

No panties? Check

"Hey Y/N I'm home!" you hear him call from the living room and you put on your best fake angry face. You walk over to the door frame of your bedroom that faces the living room and lean on it.

Hyunjae is dressed in a pair of grey sweats and a black tee that hugs his body just the right way to have heat pooling at your center already. His hair is partially wet from the shower he probably took before heading home and you're about to abort mission and just ask him nicely when he yawns and that's your cue.

"Yup" you say walking past him into the kitchen not sparing him a look or the hug that he holds his arms out for.

"What's wrong Love?" he asks as he follows you into the kitchen. You decide to ignore him. What better way to get under his skin then to pretend he just isn't there. you try to walk past him when he grabs your wrist spinning you around. The look on his face can only be described as pure confusion.

"Nothing." you try to yank your arm away but his grip is too tight. "Now let go of me."

"Not until you tell me what's going on with you." his voice is so sweet. you almost hate to do this to him. Almost.

"You wanna know what's wrong?" the exasperation in your voice sounds so real you almost convince yourself that you're actually angry. "I'm so tired of being here doing everything for you and you refuse to acknowledge it. I'm cleaning the house. I'm making sure that everything is okay around here. And what are you doing?"

You give his a second to reply but all you get is the same confused look so you continue.

"You're out flirting with fans and having fun with the boys." he goes to speak but you cut him off with your closing statement hoping it works.

"And you can't even fuck me like you should."

"Watch your mouth." His eyes go dark. Tongue in cheek. Grip tightening. Your plan worked. He spins on his heels dragging you out of the kitchen behind him. You're about to say something when he sits down on the couch yanking you on top of him.

It's no time and he is crashing your lips into his with bruising force. One hand tangling in your hair while the other finds it's way between your legs. He pulls your hair to bring your face away from his and looks you straight in the eyes.

"No panties huh?" he says as he runs his thumb between your folds and smirks. "your awfully wet for someone who thinks I can't fuck them right."

"You still haven't proven you can." you show

He stands up with you in his arms. He turns around dropping you down onto the couch. His hands grab your knees opening them up. He kneels with one knee between your legs while his other foot stays placed on the floor beside the couch as he looms over you.

He hikes up your shirt above your breasts where he realizes you aren't wearing a bra either. He just scoffs and continues. He leans down connecting your lips. You're so wrapped up in the kiss that you don't realize that his hand is making its way up your thigh until he's running his middle finger over your entrance causing your hips to buck up.

" What are y-" he pulls away from the kiss and hushes you before pushing one finger into your entrance pushing it in and out with a fairly steady pace. A few minutes pass and pushing his ring finger in beside his middle. But instead of his previous in and out he pushes them as far as he can before making a come here motion rubbing right over your g-spot causing you to let out the loudest moan you've let out in awhile.

He gets the most evil smile on his face and picks up his pace. You can feel the build up in your lower stomach as you start to clutch around his fingers. His thumbs connects with your clit and your being thrown over the edge. Your back arches off the couch.

You start to come down but you noticed he's not stopping your starting to feel over stimulated when he swaps out the thumb on your clit for his tongue. The over stimulation is starting to be too much so you try to close your legs.

"open them back up." he demands after pulling his mouth away from you but still moving his fingers. You whine and shake your head no. "Don't make me repeat myself." He all but growls at you as one hand forces one of your knees into the couch.

You spread your legs and he dives back in with his tongue as he overstimulates you and you can feel another orgasm approaching. You close your eyes as it crashes over you stronger than the first. so distracted by it that you don't notice his free hand has freed himself from his jeans.

He removes his hand and mouth and you think that he's done punishing you but seconds later he's pushing his cock into you setting up a punishing pace right away.

"Hyunjae." you moan. He ignores. "Babe." you plead. He ignores. You try to push his hips away but he just pins them above your head with one hand. "Too much." the pleasure is mixed with the pain of overstimulation.

"You're the one who said I can't fuck you like I should. I'm just proving I can." He replies picking up the pace as tears start to come to your eyes. Part of you is ready to fess up that this was all a ruse but deep down you know that he knows.

Your pushed over the edge again and again he doesn't stop just leans over and envelops your mouth with his to muffle your wines and moans. Tears are freely falling down your cheeks when he pulls away. He looks down and take all of you in. Your bruised lips. Your swollen clit. Your tear stained cheeks with mascara running down them. he slows his thrusts

"Don't ever.." a deep thrust.

"Say I don't..." another deep thrust.

"know how to fuck you..." one more

"again" his hand grabs your throat with the perfect amount of pressure as he picks up his pace again. You nod not being able to talk from the amount of crying you're doing.

"I love when you cry for me." He leans in kissing you softer than you think he would and your cumming for a forth time and he's right behind you. The sexiest noise you've ever heard comes from low in his throat as his pace slows to help you both ride out your orgasms.

You lay there for awhile catching your breath before he silently gets up putting on going to the bathroom that's attached to the living room and returning with warm wet was cloths to clean you up with. You both stay silent until he's done and he looks up at you.

"So did you change your mind?" he says with the most mesmerizing smile ever.

"Shut up." You roll your eyes and try to stand up but your legs give out and you fall back onto the couch causing Hyunjae to laugh. You glare at him before you start to laugh too before cuddling up to him and drifting off to sleep.