#mercy park crew

[2008yottsumehalberdierevx]

The ROD book 2 plot reveal on StoryLoom is FINALLY out and it sounds so good?????

**Small Spoilers for book 1 below**

SO glad that Mona broke out of prison but super disappointed in MC for not having a part in it. What was the point of telling her that we would get her out some day at the hospital if she was left to do it alone???????

I hope MC at least tried but was too late or something but there’s no way of knowing because the book was cancelled. I like that we get to be with the LI of our choice in the end though.

Also Colt being engaged was not something I expected to happen in a 5 year time skip lol

[echoalyssa]

Counterparts | Brian O’Conner

The night air is warm, almost comforting. The city of Los Angeles seemed to have decided to go to sleep tonight. The city, normally bustling with life, was quiet, peaceful. Somewhere in the distance, a dog barks up at the moon.

I’m standing in front of Mercy Park’s garage checking the oil level of my bike. My brother Logan is lingering by the bay doors, rearranging a stack of Husky jacks that really did not need to be rearranged. He was skeptical about me going riding with someone outside of our crew, but I had known Brian for years.

He drove with Dominic Toretto. Toretto’s crew were technically our rivals as we worked out of the same part of LA. Though Dom and Kaneko, the leader of the Mercy Park Crew, had come to an agreement to coexist.

We’d decided to leave the JDM’s at home tonight. It was perfect weather to take the bikes out and we’d both been neglecting the machines.

         The loud thrum of Brian’s bike alerts me that he is around the corner. I glance at Logan and narrow my eyes at him, begging him to go back inside and talk to Toby or Ximena. He was ridiculously worried about Brian considering his girlfriend’s dad was the cop who had almost brought us all in. 

Brian comes around the corner and pulls into the garage’s parking lot. He nudges the kickstand out with his right booted foot and then turns the key in the ignition to shut the machine off. He tugs his helmet off, revealing his blonde curls and striking blue eyes. The smile that he aims at me is intoxicating.

He dismounts his bike and crosses the distance towards me. I open my arms for him immediately. His arms go around my waist, and I loop mine around his neck. He smells like oil mixed with an earthy undertone. Brian holds me for a good minute before he steps back and flashes me with that grin again. 

“It’s been too long.” He glances over your shoulder and raises his hand in a wave, “Hey Logan!”

I hear the garage door close and know that my brother has finally left us alone.

“You look good.” I murmur back to him. And he does, he’s wearing a plain white t-shirt and black jeans. He has his steel toes on and a thin gold chair dangles around his neck. He’s showered recently, his hair bearing the signs of water. Though somehow there is a dirt smudge just under his jaw, as if he just can’t quite seem to stay away from the grime of working on cars.

Brian pokes the tip of my nose with his index finger and then glances at the garage behind me. He tilts his head in the direction of the street. Even though both crews were on good terms did not mean that we should be hanging out together in broad view.

I pull my hair into a loose braid before sliding my helmet on. Brian starts his bike again, throwing a leg over. He maneuvers it backwards so that he can pull back out onto the road. It’s currently wrapped in white with the signature Toretto decals on the gas tank.

My own bike, a Kawasaki Ninja is blacked out. I went for stealth. The machine roars to life underneath me. Brian nods in my direction and together we rev the engines before taking off down the road.

I let Brian lead; I didn’t mind where we went as long as I would get an adrenaline rush. He takes us through a few side streets before we hit the ramp to the highway. He turns his head, checking to make sure that I am still behind him.

The second he confirms that I am still following behind him like his little shadow, he tucks and takes off down the empty highway. My heart soars as I accelerate after him. The red needle on my speedometer quickly craws into the triple digits.

We’re absolutely soaring, breaking felony speeds, but neither of us have plates. The wind whips his t-shirt around, making the fabric crawl upward so it bunches around his chest and exposes the hard planes of muscle. 

There aren’t many people out on the highway, but we weave through the ones that are. We’re perfectly in sync, reading each other’s movements without needing to communicate. I give the throttle a little more and go surging past him, but only for a moment. He overtakes me. It continues like this for miles, each of us going for the lead. The city is a blur around us.

I outstretch a hand to the wind, feeling the way it pushes my arm back in because of the speed. Anyone who saw us together must have been in awe, we give off an almost ethereal aura. Yin and Yang. Light and dark. One and the same.

We were brothers. But bound by more than blood. We were twins as well. Counterparts. Gangster princes of the city we met.

No amount of words could describe the perfection of the moment between the two of us. A picture would do no justice.

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, one mistake and we would be dead, but there was no fear. Only the urge to go faster, to push the limits. That was the thing about Brian, he understood. That if speed was to lead to our demise, we would go out smiling.

Almost too soon, Brian drops a hand to his side, signaling that he is going to take the next exit ramp. He leans into the turn and checks once more, that I’m behind him. We maneuver down a few side roads and then come to a stop atop a hill. The stars are bright tonight, almost defying nature. 

Brian dismounts his bike first, and then he’s in front of me. I haven’t even finished setting up my kickstand before his hands are pulling my helmet off and his lips are brushing against mine. I sigh into him, trusting that I can tip toe the bike and kiss him back. It’s like a weight has been lifted off of my chest

He pulls away but rests his forehead against mine, his fingers brush the strands of hair that had escaped my braid back behind my ears. “I missed you.”

The only response I can find is to pull him back towards me. There wasn’t much time to spare for either of us, both crews were constantly traveling for boosts, but the time that we did have together… we savored it. Loyalties to the crews aside, the two of us would always come back to one another.

[lordgrimoire]

The Goonion would Like a Word, Chapter 3

[Goonion Headquarters, Gotham, New Jersey]

“ORDER! ORDER I SAY!” The warehouse, once a hideout for a minor gang operating out of The Narrows, fell into a hush as the hundreds of gangsters shuffled back into their seats or places of observation, keeping their hands occupied with papers, phones, tablets, as long as they were out in the open and away from their weapons, that was good. “Alright.” The haggard voice of Bill, the local head of The Goonion, echoed across the room. 

“The Ghost Investigation Ward, or the Guys in White as some call them, have been confirmed by the Red Hood Gang to be encroaching upon Gotham, Bludhaven, and Metropolis.” The crowd murmured at that, distress and frustration in their stances. “Yeah yeah, I know, It’s a crappy situations, specially since they want to do some unethical experimentation on the whole lot of us, Crane may actually be better than that now a days but the Joker is at The GIW’s level of things, on a good day, at worse they may be WORSE than the Joker’s “Experiments”. So keep your eyes peeled and if you see em grabbing any of ours, that includes your local Vigilantes, then make a call and get involved, the Bats may steal our bones and make our work difficult but at least they have rules. unlike these petty punks. QUESTIONS! DO YOU HAVE ‘EM?” 

The room became a shouting match for a moment before settling into several people bullying their way into the center of the warehouse, at the base of the pile of crates that Bill was using for his podium. After some muttering a short man stepped up onto one of the lower crates. “We recognize the leader of the Goonion members serving under The Red Hood, go ahead Mister Kincaid.” Kincaid nodded.

“What are the rules of engagement? Or are we suspending those since these White Suited Bastards seem to look at the Geneva Conventions and the Laws of the Alley as more of a checklist than a warning?” Bill looked around before straightening.

“I’ve spoken with the Reps from as far East as Boston to as far West as Anchorage, until the Anti-Ecto Acts and GIW are suspended and disbanded the rules of Engagement will be To The Hilt, expect No Mercy, if they catch you, they will torture you, so give back as good as you can, unless you have your bosses or your local Cape nearby. Make Noise in that case, try to get the Bat’s attention, he likes them less than we do.” The room rippled with laughter as Kincaid surrendered his stand to a well dressed woman in a three piece suit and top hat, one of Penguins Goons. “We recognize the Icebergs head of security Miss Eliza Smith.”

“What do we do with anything we take from them? Their, Ecto-Blasters? They use Bazooka’s for Pete's sake!” Bill scratched his jaw as he looked around at the amassed Goons.

“Alright, we can keep those guns stashed away, until we know what they do you keep them as secured as possible, Remember we DO have a warehouse for such things.” The crowd murmured, if the GIW was packing THIS much heat then some plans had to be made. As Miss Smith stepped back down back into the swarm of other Penguin Goons another man stepped forward, wearing a bomber jacket with a question mark stitched on the breast pocket. “We Recognize Jonathan O’Brien of The Riddler’s crew.”

“Why are the GIW here? I read the brief but I’m not all that sure what “Ectoplasm” is.” Agreements were uttered by others in the crowd as Bill reached into the backpack by his feet and drawing out a sheaf of papers.

“Gotham,” He began, “Is on a thin patch of reality, the other side? The Afterlife? That’s on the other side, the only other thin patch in the US is a place called Amity Park and that place has been under siege for YEARS by the GIW, but there's the possibility of a portal opening here in Gotham, so the GIW is planning to put us to the same type of siege, few in, few out. Ectoplasm is the equivalent to matter, to molecules and the like, in the realms of the dead, it’s radioactive to a degree, with people exposed to it for long amounts of time becoming “Liminals”, living beings who gain some abilities, usually becoming more durable and observant, blending more with their environment, hell I think the bats and birds are liminal to some degree, and some of our bosses, some of US, and some of our common civvie friends who live in Gotham are Liminals, Jason Todd-Wayne, the primary rep for The Red Hood Gang, was dead for a while, and came back somehow, current assumption is that he’s a Liminal of a higher order of magnitude. If you have friends or family members who have experienced something similar, please show them the documents regarding Liminals that were with the brief, that answer your question O’Brien?” O’Brien nodded and stepped down, no one else stepped forward. “Alright then, all leaders stick around for information packets, everyone else, go home, keep an eye on things, and try not to walk on any graves. I call this meeting of the Goonion to a close.” With that Bill slammed his foot on the crate and the crowd began flowing out of the Warehouse, mostly in small groups and pairs, but no one left alone.

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In a small town called Spittoon in Arkansas a small family of four waited, watching from a tree line as darkness filled the sky, drowning the last of the sunlight as instead the sky filled with specks of light, the stars coming into visibility as The Sun’s rays dimmed.

“Your sure you have everything?” Jazz looked over at her Aunt, still hovering near, still armed with a rifle that could probably take someone’s head off.

“Yep, just waiting on Extract.” Her Aunt nodded, patting her shoulder before ruffling Ellie’s hair and walking over to Danny. He had taken their parents alleged deaths the hardest, after they had begun accepting his Ghostly half and trying to understand more. Unfortunately when they presented their “New Research” to the GIW, they were deemed compromised. Once they had found that out they had enacted contingencies, locking the portal from the Living side, ensuring the only blueprints were with their children for ANY of their designs, and then taking the GIW on a goose chase as far in the opposite direction of where Jazz, Danny, and Ellie had fled as possible.

They made it to Olympia in Washington State, where the Ops Center had finally been forced to ground. Danny hadn’t felt anything but the reports that the “Mad Doctors Fenton” had been killed in a standoff had dealt a blow to him. 

“Danny?” The boy looked up at his Aunt Alicia, “You’ll make it through, Maddie has always been built of sturdy stuff, and Jack is just the same.” The boy nodded, seemingly dragged from whatever thoughts were clouding his mind. The wind picked up an hour later as the four of them sat in the grass, no one had pulled out flashlights but the descending aircraft turned a single floodlight on, bathing the clearing in light before the hatch opened, and out stepped Red Hood. 

Alicia turns her attention to her younger Nephew and Niece, allowing Jazz and Hood [one Jason Todd, apparently] and checked them over one last time before hearing a cleared throat behind her. When she looked over she saw the giant of a man who had taken an interest in her niece and suffice to say, he was not as tall as Jazz had made him sound. “He’s shorter than I thought he’d be.” Danny and Ellie cackled behind her as they began lugging their bags over to Jazz, Hood’s helmet not giving away his expression as he slumped slightly.

“Really?” Alicia smiled and patted his shoulder. 

“Your not the biggest person I’ve met, these pipsqueaks will take after their Father more than likely, a little collection of giants if you will.” She could hear the poor bastard rolling his eyes. “Anyways, everything set up for them?” She crossed her arms, watching as Red Hood straightened out more. 

“Yes, Jazz’s college credits have been transferred, their identities have been hidden and new ones have been confirmed, by the way I still want to know who made those, their good. And I think I’ve found a school for Danny and Ellie.” The Groans that sounded from the two youngest was like music to her ears, she nodded in approval. “I also told some of my extended family about, well, all the stuff going on, so they’ll have people looking out for them who are in the good end of the law.” Alicia raised a brow.

“Like the Bat?” Hood seemed to still and turn slightly. “It’s not hard to figure out if you have some of the pieces, Jazz didn’t even tell me, you were the Second Robin I take it?” Hood stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Alright, good to have that theory confirmed, we’re all a little too curious for our own good, us Walkers always have been, you take care of them, got it?” Hood nodded again, seeming far more sure of himself now, good, she’d hate to spook him too badly. “Good, now,” She unslung her rifle, unloaded the old bolt action, and handed it handle first to Hood, “A little something, that thing’s been in my family for years, This was my Grand Uncle’s first, then my Pop’s, then mine when Maddie didn’t want to have a “Live Firearm” in the house, I know the GIW will come snooping, but I’ve got my own plans for them, if they work out, expect me or a letter within six months.” She turned to her Nieces and Nephews who had come up behind Red Hood. “Be good, be safe, and don’t let them take you quietly, I love you all.” She stepped past Hood, embraced each of her Sister’s children one last time and stepped back, nodding to them before retreating to the edge of the clearing. When she turned around to watch as her the floodlight shut off and the plane rose into the sky, she knew she’d see them again, it may just take longer. She stayed in that clearing for a time after they were well out of eyesight, a fistful of rifle rounds in her pocket, a bowie knife in her boot, and plans, ever churning, in her mind. Alicia Walker had work to do.

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[BEGIN TRANSMISSION, PENTAGON TO JL STATION:WATCHTOWER]

PENT: Prepare for Information Packet.

PENT: [FOLDER.FEDGOV.GIW.A-EA]

JLWATCH: Pentagon whose authority is this coming from.

PENT: Negative, Good Luck. Check on Captain Marvel.

JLWATCH: Pentagon?

JLWATCH: Pentagon Respond.

-SESSION TERMINATED-

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To: Batman, Superman, WanderWoman

From: Comms Officer Sam Thule

Subject: The Anti-Ecto Acts and Ghost Investigation Ward

Boss, the Pentagon just sent us some stuff, I think you need to see this. If you can get Captain Marvel up here too we’ll need him here soon.

[SEE ATTACHMENTS]

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[thefallennightmare]

Miracle-five

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Reader

Warnings/Tropes: forced proximity, slight enemies to lovers, slow burn, smut, angst, fluff, mentions of death, and swearing.

Summary: Reader is the merch girl for Bad Omens. It wasn't what she wanted to do with her life but when her mother got sick with Alzheimer's, reader took a job where she could to help with the costs. She thought it would be a one-time gig but the longer she was on the road with them, the harder she fell for Noah Sebastian; even if he wanted nothing to do with her. She needed a miracle to save her mom and her future.

Author Note: now we're getting somewhere.

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It was just after one in the morning and after the long night of the show, everyone had crawled into bed as soon as we got back to the house. It's been a few hours since then but I stayed outside in the backyard of the house as long as I could, enjoying the quiet night air. The show went off without a hitch; the energy from the crowd was intoxicating. Since the merch booth was located away from the stage, I only watched a few minutes of the guys set.

They left the venue before I did since I took my time tearing down and to help the rest of the crew tear everything down. I wanted to avoid coming back to the house as long as I could because my mind was clouded with too many thoughts. Between my mom, money, and Noah I couldn't think straight.

I ended up wearing Noah's shirt but haven't seen him since he left me in my room earlier today. There was this nagging voice in my mind that begged me to ask him how he knew I still had the shirt. He obviously remembered giving it to me.

The shirt I was still wearing, not bothering to change when I got back to the house. As soon as my feet crossed the threshold, I grabbed a blanket and a random book from the stocked bookshelf and parked my ass outside on a large chair swing. The time at the venue did nothing to clear my mind, so this was my last option. I desperately needed a shower but knowing that Noah was asleep on the couch right outside my room gave me some reserve. It wasn't like he knew I would shower so why did the thought of having him watch me turn me on so much? The way my core tightened made me close by the book with a sigh.

When I watched their set for a few minutes tonight, I got so turned on by Noah seeing and hearing how beautiful he sounded. And those growls? Fuck, who'd be so turned on by someone growling like that?

Me.

I probably would have came by the breeze that's how wound up I was right now.

"I'm so horny like a god damn teenager," I grumbled while standing up from the chair.

I spun on my heels, ready to go inside, but froze when I saw Noah leaning against the sliding door frame, hair tousled from sleep. My breath caught in my throat as I worried if he heard what I said.

"When did you get back?" Noah asked.

Even his sleep riddled voice sounded sexy and he was only wearing a pair of grey sweat shorts that did absolutely nothing to hide the imprint of his cock. The tattoo's that covered every inch of his chest, arms, and neck almost glinted in the moonlight. I forced my gaze to stay locked on his face, not wanting to deter any farther.

I licked my suddenly dry lips and tried to find my own voice. "Not that long ago."

He pushed himself off the doorway so he could stand straight up.

"Why did you stay so late?"

"Some of the other members of the crew needed help tearing down, so I figured I would help," I shrugged.

Noah hummed while taking a small step towards me. "You didn't have to do that."

"I know," I nodded.

Silence fell between us for a few beats, him watching me with such an intense gaze I almost folded right in front of him. His eyes took in every inch of me from my reddened cheeks to the rise and fall of my chest then to the way my thighs clenched together. Noah moved past me to sit on the outdoor couch with his legs spread wide. I bit my lip at the sight, almost forgetting that he was watching me.

"Do you need help with something?" He asked, breaking the silence.

My eyes snapped away from his lap to his eyes. "What?"

Noah reached for my hand and pulled me down to his lap, situating me so my legs were hovering over his thick thigh. The coil in my stomach tightened even tighter while I held my breath at our proximity. We'd been close to each other before but nothing like this; his large hands held tightly on my hips as he leaned his head back against the couch. Brown eyes stared up at me under long lashes and my hands rested on each side of his head to keep myself upright, not wanting to fall into him.

"Relax, angel. I want to help you," he breathed.

I shook my head. "I don't need-."

Noah hushed my words when he forced my hips to move along his thigh, the sensation immediately sending a shock wave throughout my entire existence. My eyes fluttered shut as a soft moan fell from my lips when he shifted his position so his thigh was pressed up against my aching clit. I let my head fall forward onto Noah's bare shoulder, his skin on fire.

"Such a good girl riding my thigh like this," he groaned into my ear.

I should push him away for my own self respect since he's been an asshole to me lately but my body outweighed my morals. It needed this so fucking bad; needed this release.

Just this once.

I couldn't speak, the sensation of how good this felt took away my breath, so I did my best to nod against him. I was so wound up that my orgasm was cresting higher and higher to a crescendo and I rutted harder against Noah.

A noise sounded from inside the house that made my head whirl up and my hips halted. Noah, however, kept his grip on me, not allowing me to stop for more than a few seconds and started moving me against him once more.

"Fuck," I bit out when I saw Folio rummaging around the kitchen for something to drink.

"Who is it?" Noah asked into the crook of my neck.

"Folio."

His grip on me turned bruising, and I seethed in pleasure. I knew Noah was jealous about my friendship with Folio but that's all it was. Folio and I didn't think of each other that way, not when Noah was the only one I thought about.

"Did you want him here instead?" Noah bit down onto the skin between my shoulder and neck.

I cried out in pleasure, quiet enough that only the two of us could hear.

"No," I panted out, my orgasm so fucking close to plowing through me.

The white haze brushed along my vision as I shook in Noah's embrace, his strong arms now wrapping around me to bring himself closer to me. The heat that radiated off of his bare chest was enough to make my breath hitch as the coil snapped deep in my belly, orgasm finally releasing in such a way that I collapsed deeper into him.

I came hard on his thigh, his name falling from my lips in a quiet whine. Noah brushed away the strands of hair from my face as he forced me to look into his eyes; pupils dark with his own desire. I could feel the press of his hard cock against my thigh.

"Is he still there?"

Through fogged vision, I peered past his shoulder to the house and noticed that the kitchen was empty so I shook my head.

Noah didn't say anything as he hand brushed against the skin of my stomach underneath my shirt; his shirt. I shivered under his rough palm, wanting more but knowing I should push him away.

"You should get some sleep, angel."

Before I knew what happened, Noah had lifted me off of him and set me to my feet. When he rose to his, he went to walk past me but I grasped his hand to stop him.

"What just happened," I nodded towards the couch. "Was a onetime thing. Understand?"

Noah let out a low noise from his throat before running a hand through his hair. With a quick cast downward, I noticed how effected he was by what happened. His cock was hard as it pressed against his shorts, almost begging for its own release. But I didn't let the mouthwatering sight change my mind.

"I mean it," I stuttered out.

Noah's fingers brushed over the tattoo that I had on the inside of my arm. It was a simple design of a Cosmo flower; the birth flower for October. I got it earlier this year for my mom, since both of our birthdays were in October.

"Whatever you say, Y/N."

With that, Noah left me standing in a heap of my arousal soaking my panties.

NOAH

Fuck.

I didn't expect that to happen. I had no intention of making Y/N ride my thigh when I saw her outside. I only wanted to check in to see why she came back to the house so late. But hearing that she was horny made my dick twitch. It's something that always happened around her, I couldn't stop it.

I didn't want too.

Ever since the first day she came to work for Bad Omens, my cock throbbed with need. She crept her way into my everyday thoughts even though I tried to stop it. I told myself that I would never get involved with someone that worked for us because if it ended sour, it would make things awkward for everyone. But there was something different about Y/N that made me throw that rule right out the window. The way her eyes sparkled as she watched us on stage, or the way her infectious laugh made my heart flutter in my chest. It was that typical romantic bullshit you read about in books but it was true.

Y/N had her claws dug deep into my heart and I wanted her; in so many ways.

But ever since that night in Chicago, I had a thick wall around my heart.

She had gotten drunk, which was fine. That didn't bother me but the reason she did bothered me still to this day. Some asshole was flirting with her all night who ended up being married. When the wife found out, she said some hurtful things to Y/N which dulled the light that I became infatuated with. As I walked out of the venue that night, I saw that asshole trying to get her into his car. I didn't stop to think; I acted instantly and rushed over to them to remove her from his arms. She didn't even protest, only mumbled drunken words under her breath as she snaked herself against me.

He fumed saying that they had plans to hang out after the show. Furry filled me she would stoop so low to hook up with a married guy when there was someone willing to give her everything right in front of her. Not only that, but this piece of shit was going to take advantage of her in her drunk state.

But of course, I was too stubborn to tell her how I felt. I also never told her about me knowing that she had plans with that guy so instead, I became an asshole to her hoping it would stop my feelings for it. Except, it made it worse because when I tried not to want her it made me want her more.

The fire behind her whenever she stood toe to toe with me made something ignite inside of me and I wanted it more and more.

My eyes darted over to her small form as she came upstairs, our gaze locked for a few beats before she slipped inside her room letting the door shut behind her. My cock ached in my short, begging for its own release and I groaned while palming myself hoping it eased the pain. I couldn't take care of myself out here in case someone walked out of their rooms.

At that thought, I remember Folio walking into the kitchen when Y/N was riding my thigh and for a moment, jealousy raged through me. I knew nothing was going on between them, Folio told me they were friends but it did nothing to ease the ache in my chest. It was bad enough her and Davis were close, now her and Folio. I wanted to be that with her, someone she can confide in.

I heard her phone conversation earlier and knew something was going on her with mom but was unsure what. When I brought it up to Folio and Davis, neither of them knew.

"Whatever it is, let her be the one to tell you." Folio had said.

My eyes glanced over to the closed door of her room as I wondered what she was doing right now. Was she sleeping? Browsing on her phone? Laying in bed?

The thought of her laying there naked did nothing to help the deep ache in my balls and I snatched my phone before trekking over to the bathroom downstairs. With the door locked, I pulled up the Only Fans website and browsed through the collections of profiles. I had a fake account, not being stupid enough to use my real name, and my finger hovered over one specific profile. It was a new one, only being created within the last week, and deciding for something new I clicked on it. My dick throbbed at the profile picture of a girl kneeling on a bed, arm covering her bare chest. She was wearing a pair of deep red lace panties and you couldn't see her face. But what I did see on the inside of her left arm gave me pause.

A tattoo of a Cosmo flower; the same design Y/N had in the exact spot.

"No fucking way," I said.

She created an Only Fan's page, just a few days ago. For what?

Obviously, it was none of my business but that still didn't stop me from subscribing to her page. This was wrong, it had to be. I was about to watch her videos and cum to it.

It can't be so bad considering what happened outside.

With that thought, I clicked on the video of Y/N laying spread open, a light blue vibrator pressed to her clit, and let her moans fill the small bathroom as I pulled my dripping cock out from my shorts.

READER

The laughter carried all the way from outside to up to me as I descended the stairs, donning my bathing suit and towel draped over my shoulder. It was well into the early afternoon and knowing I couldn't sleep anymore cause Matt wanted to do this team bonding bullshit; I forced myself out of bed.

Noah and you did plenty of team bonding last night.

My cheeks reddened at the reminder of what we did as I stepped through the doors, the warm afternoon air sticky with humidity. The guys were either in the pool or at the grill making lunch.

"There she is!" Davis raised a beer at me. "We were taking bets on how long you'd sleep for."

I gave him the finger while tossing my towel on the spot where I came on Noah's thigh last night. Knowing what we did last night while the others didn't made my heart thump loudly in my chest.

"I didn't back till late and since it's my day off, I slept in," I said.

My eyes dared a glance over to the pool where Noah and Jolly were leaning against the wall. Noah wore a pair of black sunglasses as he peered over his shoulder to me. Now in the sunlight, I saw some dark stubble graze his chin and upper lip. As I took him in, Noah did the same; drinking in the sight of me in my black bikini. He gave me a knowing smirk before returning to his conversation with Jolly.

Folio brought me a plate of food and motioned for us to sit at the table. I followed and took the plate from him with gratitude until I remembered he was in the kitchen last night and could have seen what Noah and I were doing. But Folio gave nothing away if he knew so I breathed easier.

"Noah mentioned you hung back late last night," Folio said after taking a sip of his beer.

"Is that all he told you?" I wondered while moving my food around with the fork.

"Just that he saw you get in after one in the morning and go to bed."

I nodded. "Yep, that's it."

He raised a quizzical brow at me. "Did something else happen?"

"Nope," I said popping the 'p' loudly.

Folio hummed then we talked for the next while. The ease and flow of our conversation made me forget all the bad in my life for the moment and for the first time in a long time, I let myself relax. I enjoyed the afternoon, smiling and laughing with everyone.

A large shadow blocked the sun from my vision and when I looked up, I saw Noah towering over me. Water dripped from his hair down to the tattoo's on his chest

"Need something?" I asked.

Without a word, Noah lifted me from the chair and tossed me over his shoulder. I fought against his grasp when he began walking towards teh pool.

"Noah, no! I don't want to get wet," I protested while thrashing against him.

A large hand came down on my ass, the smack echoing outside, and immediately I froze as a moan bit out of my lips.

"We both know you love getting wet, angel."

Those were Noah's parting words before he tossed me off of his shoulder directly into the pool.

[wannaeatramyeon]

How would the boys (Jake, Samuel, Warren, anyone else) react if reader got hurt? Like stabbed or shot?

Also there are not enough Warren Chae x reader scenerios and headcanons so if you have time and/or energy please I beg of you😩😩

Thanks for the ask :) i'll try and incorporate more of Warren. I always find it hard to write scenarios and hc of people with canon love interest/partners because i feel like such a homewrecker!

Lookism reacting to S/O getting hurt

(Jake Kim, Samuel Seo, Warren Chae, Gun Park, Goo Kim)

Jake Kim

So much guilt at seeing you getting hurt regardless of whether it was a direct consequence of being with him or not.

Starts doubting the relationship. Not because he doesn't love you, because he does. So so much. But your safety is his number one concern and he would rather lose you than put you in any more danger.

The guilt piles on when he realises that you are consoling and comforting him, when it should be the other way round. You talk to him and tell him that there's nowhere else you'd rather be than by his side. The remorse lessens, ever so slightly.

While you're recovering, Jake clears his schedule to make sure he can spend all his time with you. Puts on an extra brave face to make you smile and laugh at his silliness. Laughter is meant to be the best medicine, after all.

In the meantime, there are strict orders to the rest of the crew to make sure that the person pays for what they have done to you.

Samuel Seo

After making sure you're ok and well on your way to recovery, the first thing he would do is find out exactly who injured you and where they are.

Doesn't care about exactly why you are injured, just that the person is punished for harming you. How dare they harm what is his. How dare they even touch you.

The second thing he does is grab his brass knuckles to rain hellfire. He doesn't involve anyone else. It's personal. Samuel does all the talking with his punches until they are left dead, or wishing they're dead.

Insecurities and doubts start to kick in after the dust has settled. Why isn't he strong enough to protect you in the first place? Your words of reassurance, as usual, always does wonders for his inferiority complex. He would be lost without you by his side.

Doesn't let you out of his sight when you are healing, and completes all his work from home. You're touched. You know how ambitious he is, so to put you above everything else shows how much he loves you.

Warren Chae

Completely shaken up by what has happened. No doubt he will exact his revenge but will be left traumatised by the incident.

He swore to protect you and he's failed to do so? How could he think of himself as your partner. What's the point in telling people about his wins/losses/draws? The stupid ratio doesn't matter if he loses you.

Struggles with omitting words even more after this, and trains harder than ever to get stronger. Absolutely dotes on you 24/7 until you are better and also beyond.

Similar to Jake and Samuel, you need to comfort and console him about his insecurities. How you can't plan for every eventuality, Warren can't be with you all the time even if he tries. Together, you build his confidence back up.

The first time he speaks to you in a full sentence again, you cry. He didn't think it was possible to love you anymore.

Gun Park

Immediately checks that it's not fatal. If it is, he will rush you to emergency care. If not, then he will be chasing after the attacker.

Either way, it all ends up the same way for the person who hurt you. There is no mercy, he will burn the place down to the ground to find out who it is and kill them. If they're affiliated with someone, then consequences be damned.

If by some stroke of luck they manage to evade Gun, then he will happily spend the rest of his life tracking them down.

Surprisingly caring when you are recovering, making sure your every need and whim is tended to. To be honest, gets extremely overbearing. You wouldn't be allowed to go to the bathroom on your own if you didn't insist.

This side of him doesn't come out often though so you try and take advantage. Gun knows this and lets you anyway.

Goo Kim

Absolute seek and destroy. Goo hates people touching things that are his. There is no way whoever harmed you is getting away, and especially not with a painless death.

The sadistic side of his character really comes out. He wants to see your attacker beg for death. For every moment left in their pitiful life to be hell on earth. To see the light finally go out in their eyes. And he wants to be responsible for all that.

A complete 180 from this is the way he is with you when you are recovering. Your every wish is his command.

Goo will stick to your side like the strongest superglue known to mankind. You are never getting a moment of peace for the foreseeable. It's annoying and cute in equal measures.

Underneath the clinginess is a whole lotta love and worry, so you take it in stride.

[lord-of-the-prompts]

HORROR/THRILLER/SUSPENSEFUL STORY SETTINGS AND PLOT IDEAS:

[Feel free to use any prompt that shouts out to you! I would very much appreciate a tag if you post a story that was inspired by a prompt of mine! Happy writing everyone!]

A

amusement park (where the ride breaks down with everyone trapped on them, and there is a killer loose in the park…)

art gallery (where paintings trap visitors inside the frame and force them relive the scene the painting was based on...)

aquarium (where the protagonist gets trapped inside one of the shark tanks...)

B

basement (where the basement floods, there’s no way out, and there’s something weird swimming in the water…)

blood bank (where a blood bank is run by a vampire cult…)

board game cafe (where a group of teenagers are forced to play a game of snakes and ladders in real life, with real snakes and real ladders…)

bunker (where the captor holds his victim hostage in an old bunker and convinces the girl that he is protecting her from a world apocalypse…)

C

car (where a taxi driver picks up the wrong person and fears he may never live to tell the tale…)

castle (where the gargoyles come to life and attack the royal family…)

circus (where everyone who is hypnotized by the magician turns into a member of his unholy cult…)

D

desert (where a group of travellers are swept away by a sand storm and wake up in a haunted oasis…)

dungeon (where the visitors pay to torture subjects and the subjects are paid to be tortured…)

F

farmhouse (where the scarecrow comes to life and attempts to create a new body for himself with the farming family’s bodies…)

forest (where a lone hiker is caught in a bear trap in the woods and unable to escape, the bear is close by…)

G

graveyard (where the dead buried at the local cemetery come back to life and all the living people in the town die, except for you…)

H

haunted house (where a house manages to kill anyone who enters it…)

hotel (where the concierge is a vampire with a thirst for his visitors’ blood…)

house (where the family home falls into a sinkhole that leads straight to hell…)

I

island (where a new species of insect is discovered, and when the travellers get bitten, they start mutating into bugs…)

J

jungle (where a group of explorers start disappearing one by one during a rescue mission deep in the jungle…)

L

library (where the ghost of character killed off in a series haunts anyone who reads the book…)

M

military base (where a group of soldiers end up face to face against their canines who have somehow turned into werewolves…)

O

opera house (where the killer murders the musicians with their instruments...)

operating theatre (where an unwilling subject wakes up part way through the operation and is unable to move no matter how hard they try...)

P

prison (where the inmates are released from their cells and the officers are locked up in their place, leaving them at the complete mercy of the prisoners…)

psychiatric ward (where patients are forced to fight to the death in padded cells…)

pyramid (where archeologists discover an ancient tomb and unleash an ancient curse…)

R

railroad (where a cowboy spends his final hours repenting his sins as he lays tied to a railroad track…)

research centre (where the subjects loose the ability to either see, hear, or speak…)

S

sewer (where a family takes cover in the sewers when a nuclear missile is headed towards the city…)

shipwreck (where divers explore an ancient shipwreck, but the pirates are very much still alive and do not take well trespassers…)

space (where there is an explosion on ship leaving the crew without enough oxygen, there are only four extra tanks left, but there are six people…)

submarine (where there's an unknown killer aboard and no way to escape the deep ocean...)

T

tavern (where a knight is seduced and kidnapped by a handmaid who plans on avenging he sisters murder in the most heartless of ways…)

U

underwater (where evil merpeople kidnap scuba divers...)

university (where a group of students engineers create an artificial intelligence that goes rogue and attempts to create a real life body out of human remains…)

V

virtual reality (where virtual reality becomes a true reality, and to escape, 10 players have to survive all levels of the game, but after every level, the loser dies…)

Z

zoo (where the animals turn into zombies and attack their abusers…)

[doromoni]

Initial Start | CL16

Charles Leclerc x PR! reader

warnings: implied intention of cheating

requested : yes/no

masterlist

Summary: the collision and a bracelet that started it all for Charles Leclerc

2019, French GP

~'Y/N"~

The sound of engines roaring was deafening , but it couldn't beat the thumping of my heart as I felt it in my chest. Interning for a world class race team did that to you, nerves bouncing off every circuit turn as I watched our team's drivers speed at an average of 220 mph, the constant droning of instructions from engineers and driver radios filled the room. I could only pray that no accidents were to happen, the team cannot handle another media roar; no, not after last season. I was stationed at the very back of the garage, along with Melanie, Mclaren's PR executive who was violently tapping her foot waiting for both cars to cross the chequered flag. A sigh of relief escaped both our mouths as Carlos zoomed past the line, and then Lando moments after. The team clapped and cheered as both drivers finished, and even managed to earn points.

Melanie gave me a nod and signalled for us to head to the front of the garage and meet and brief both drivers for their media schedule. Seidl, gave us a small smile as we walked past him and the group of engineers who were still doing final checks and ecstatic mechanics who's jobs are made easier as both cars have not faced major damages in this race.

My lips bloomed into a grin as I spotted in the distance, both Mclaren drivers who I've become very fond of, making their way towards the garage. Giddy and distracted with joy, not being able to contain my elation to congratulate both with a hug, I bounced into a jog , not noticing the flash of red moving by my peripherals.

"Ow" I muttered as I rubbed my shoulder, rolling and twisting at the joint to ease the pain. A hand was then at my face, forcing me to look up, then I saw him. The greenest of eyes, yellow circled its center, sparkling in the sun and the deepest sets of dimples I have seen and a set of furrowed eyebrows, as worry spread all over your face. Lips moving but nothing registers in my head, only a name . Charles Leclerc.

Shaking out of my stupor, realizing that he was offering his hand for me to stand, only now comprehending that I was at the floor while he was bent down and was asking if I were okay.

"Hey, I'm so sorry, are you alright? " he muttered , hand still extended. Quickly nodding and accepting his offered hand, I stood up and dusted my pants.

Noticing that people were staring, "Thank you , and I'm so sorry... uh goodbye" I said, red from embarrassment  and offered a quick bow as I proceeded towards the Mclaren drivers – who now sported  the same worried expression as the ferrari driver. Making an im ok face and pulling both drivers away from the scene, making an effort not to look back and search for the most angelic eyes i've ever witnessed up close.

~'Charles"~

"And that is P3, Charles! Congratulations" the radio buzzed as Jock, my engineer cheered. A smile spread through my face as the adrenaline pumped through my veins as I passed through the chequered flag. Another frequency followed  "Let's bring it back safely, well done" , schooling my voice, and clicking the radio button I quickly replied " Copy guys, Thank you everybody! Merci! "

Parking my car in the P3 space, another grin plastered on my face as I witnessed my team jumping and cheering for me behind the barrier. Quickly removing my helmet and balaclava, I sprinted and jumped towards the awaiting arms of the ferrari crew. Several congratulations from all over showered me, some being muffled by the loudness of the cheer from the crowd.

After race interviews are always a blur of congratulations and questions, But nevertheless  part of the contract. I took time to talk to the drivers who were on the podium with me, sharing our congrats and a few laughs. And before I knew it , we were sent to our garage to prepare for the podium ceremony.

A bit drunk from ecstasy and the gradual disappearance of adrenaline, I did not notice the body barreling towards my side with speed, until I felt a slight pain on my arm and heard a small "Oof" below. Only to realise that I had bumped into somebody, feeling immediately sorry,  as the pain is worse for them than me. The person was obviously smaller and weaker than me as they were on the floor whilst I kept standing.

A girl clothed in orange, black and blue, the colors of Mclaren – with a distinct straight dark chestnut brown hair cropped to her chin; hair covering her face as she rubbed and rolled her shoulder muttering a small "Ow" . Feeling even worse, I quickly bent down and offered my hand and apology. At the sight of my hand she finally raised her head and I was stunned at the sight.

Big doe eyes, slightly slanting on both sides, the color of ink at first glance but the hue of the richest caramel and toffee when lit by the sun – now glazed with unshed tears. The most adorable of noses, small as a button tinged red from pain and the sun. Lips slightly parted , a plump pair with the upper lip slightly fuller than the bottom – remnants of gloss leftover and a small puncture wound on the bottom left; I could only assume it is a nervous habit of hers, as she briefly bit her lip before parting. Beautiful...

Shaking my thoughts, I quickly spoke "Hey, I'm so sorry, are you alright? " hand still offered. She nodded and took my hand, soft but a few calluses on areas that littered areas most of my friends have... golf perhaps?. Pulling both of us up , she dusted off her pants. Head shooting up, her widened eyes meeting mine again for a second . She then quickly uttered a soft thanks and apology.

"Thank you , and I'm so sorry... uh goodbye". Her voice was smooth and sweet  with a tinge of rasp, a unique blend of accents that I could not pinpoint. Before I could even reply, she made a short bow and walked towards the two mclaren drivers, I only now noticed. As fast as she appeared , she left, not once looking back . 

Sighing, I proceeded to walk towards Ferrari's garage, but abruptly stopped when I spotted a simple gold bracelet on the floor . Picking it up and giving it a glance – when my name was called from the Ferrari garage, I shouted a quick acknowledgement and jogged towards the open steel door. Looking back at the bracelet, engraved on it are small initials, y/n l/n . Was this bracelet hers? I should probably give this back, it looks sentimental. Another shout told me to move quicker , not wanting to be late for the podium. I pocketed the bracelet and made a mental note to find her in Mclaren and return the bracelet , surely we'll see each other again . I know that I could ask my PR manager to give it back , but I personally wanted to return it and possibly even talk with the captivating stranger.

2022, Bahrain GP

~'Charles'~

"Shit, shit, shit...." I fumbled and flipped my driver room upside down trying to find it. Where the hell did I place it?! Not giving up, I continued to search every corner trying to find my lucky charm. I cannot drive without it on me, "MERDE!" I cannot help but shout as my annoyance started to get the better of me. How could I even misplace something so important? Running my hand through my hair exasperated , a huff of disbelief escaped my mouth.

Spiralling thoughts were cut short as I heard several quick knocks come at my door. Still annoyed , A gruff and agitated "what" broke my silence. The door opened revealing my now teammate, the Spanish native driver, Carlos Sainz .

"Are you ok? You sounded angry"  He muttered , his eyes widening as he took in the state of my room. A tense sigh was all I could muster. "Clearly not .... " he trailed quietly as he stepped into the room and quietly closed the door making sure no camera was near.

"What happened ... was it, you know? " He said softly, he did not ask because he already knew my answer. I nodded, my long term relationship with my girlfriend is falling into ruins and it is tearing me to shreds, not many know this,  only my closest friends and family are aware, and I intend to keep it that way.

"No, there is more, " The Spaniard  pressed. A smile passed my lips as it amazes me how our bond has grown in the span of a year alone in Ferrari, he already knew my telltale signs .

"I cannot find the lucky bracelet , it's not in my pocket" I said defeated as I sat at the chair near me. This will be the very first race that I will not have near me, the bracelet that reminded me of the year that I got my first podium under Ferrari, the only reminder that the girl with Toffee eyes and chestnut short hair was not a part of my imagination, but reality.

It was after the podium celebration of the 2019 French GP , that I was able to find myself walking towards the Mclaren motorhome to return the bracelet that sat securely in my pocket. Only to find the majority of the motorhome empty, spare few who are still at the front desk. I was informed that an emergency meeting was called upon the Mclaren headquarters and most have already left the circuit. Saying my thanks, leaving the building with a reminder to go back to the next race . Time was fast and it was already the Austrian GP, having the bracelet again in my pocket,  yet she was not there . Not a hair of chestnut could be seen, not in the next race , or the next , or the next, till it had been a year and a sight of her was nowhere to be seen. Nevertheless , the bracelet had been a permanent resident in my pocket , as I had hoped to return it one day. Then another year passed, still no luck , and at this point the gold bracelet with the initials y/n l/n had become my lucky charm that accompanied me in every race, stored safely in my right pocket.

"You mean the bracelet that you thought that you had lost during Monaco last year?" Carlos replied confused. Again, I only nodded, in fact it was not lost then I just placed it in the wrong pocket , and when I reached for it in its usual spot, finding it not there made me panic and lose control. Letting out yet another heavy sigh and running a hand on my face, looking up at Carlos – who was giving me the weirdest look.

"What's that look for?" I asked tiredly. A few seconds after, confusion was replaced with a smirk .

"The bracelet that you insisted be found at all costs and asked to be made into a necklace, because you didn't want to lose it again? " Realisation dawned on me like a  bucket of cold water . Quickly reaching for my neck a wave of relief washed over me as I felt the cold burn of the metal on my fingertips as I fiddled on it , making sure that it was real. A quiet curse left my lips as the Spaniard only laughed at me. Giving a playful glare at my teammate as I hid the bracelet – now necklace, back into my fireproof shirt.

Shaking my head after the initial scare, I remembered that Carlos was shouting something at the door before he entered. "So , what do I owe you the pleasure of you knockin on my door" I asked as I started to fix the damage i had done to the room

"I said that I need you to come out and meet somebody" He says as he leaned on the closed door. "Now? Who? You do realise that we are expected to be in our cars in like 20 minutes" I said looking at the clock on the wall. He rolled his eyes and nodded yes.

"Yes, right now! We found a PR executive to replace Felicity ... well for the mean time" I gave him a "really" look, couldn't we meet after the race?  Sensing my thoughts, He answered "Yes you could meet later, but No. Look, this person is actually really important to me so please meet her now, she's already outside talking to the engineers"  Seeing the sincerity of the Spaniard, I gave up and nodded my head. A huge smile spread on his face, as he pulled me by the arm towards the female whose back was towards us talking with one of Carlos' engineers.

"Y/N!" Carlos suddenly shouted, making the woman turn towards the voice that called her name, a smile plastered on her face.

Stopping in my tracks , as shock and disbelief covered my face. It's her ... 

The glowing smile only grew on her face as the Spanish driver pulled me further towards her.

She looked the same, yet different , more mature,  an air of elegance radiating off her — hair is still short, but now styled perfectly as one side fell longer on her face. But her eyes ... still the same, big and doe. The hue of caramel and toffee, disguised as ink by the absence of light. The color that I searched for years.

The cold metal hanging on my neck now feels heavier and even burning further, the initials branding my skin.

"Charles, meet Y/N L/N, our new PR executive"

[justahumblememefarmer]

Ultimate Doctor Who Poll Round 2 - Matchup 19

Episode Summaries under the cut

42: A Town Called Mercy - Season 7A, Episode 3: The Doctor brings Amy and Rory to a town in Nevada that has keep out signs and a stone and wood boundary surrounding the town. The Doctor notices that the town is using electricity, which has not been discovered yet. They find that the town is being held hostage by an alien known as the Gunslinger, who is looking for an alien doctor, but not The Doctor. The Doctor meets the doctor they're looking for, a Kahler named Jex who crashed nearby and has been gifting the town with technology and medicine.

The Doctor manages to escape, planning to use the TARDIS to help Jex escape and evacuate the town, but finds the remains of Jex's ship, which is parked, not crashed. He finds files on Jex's horrific experiments on living subjects, including the Gunslinger. The Doctor returns to town and Jex reveals that the Gunslinger has been hunting down his creators, but does not want to harm civilians, which is why it created the border around the town and demanded Jex's surrender. The Doctor struggles with whether to hand over the war criminal, while at the same time not sure if he can condone his murder, especially when the townspeople feel indebted to him for being their doctor.

They manage to distract the Gunslinger as he attacks the town searching for Jex. Jex makes it back to his ship and activates the self-destruct function. The Gunslinger vows to remain behind and protect the town, and the Doctor takes Amy and Rory home.

87: 42 - Season 3, Episode 7: The Doctor takes Martha for her first trip as a full-time companion to answer a distress call. They find that they are on a ship on a crash course to a nearby star with 42 minutes to go. The TARDIS is stuck in the room they are venting excess heat into, leaving it unreachable. Martha and a crew member work to make it through several password connected doors to get to the main control room. The Doctor deals with some sabotage of different ship controls and several crew members come down with a strange illness, giving them the ability to vaporize people and making them sabotage the ship.

An infected crew member spreads it to somebody else in order to stop Martha from making it through the coded doors. She and the other crew member lock themself in an escape pod, but the infected launches the pod towards the sun. The Doctor goes out in a space suit and hits a button to magnetize the ship, drawing the escape pod back, but he looks into the sun, giving him the same infection as the others. While trying not to succumb to it, he reveals that the sun is alive and that it was damaged when the ship used an energy scoop to take fuel from it.

While the Doctor becomes infected, Martha runs to the front of the ship and demands they dump the fuel, giving it back to the sun. As they do so, the infection clears, and the ship is released from the suns gravitational pull. The Doctor advises them to tell the authorities what happened and that the sun needs protection. He takes off in the TARDIS with Martha, who calls her mother back home, where a woman is monitoring the call.

[poisonheadcrabsalesman]

Fault Tolerance

Roland POV of the end of Spartan Ops and the beginning of Halo: Escalation. Also posted on ao3

2558 had a rough start, Halsey escaping, Requiem dragged into a sun, said sun exploding. Hopefully the Infinity and her crew would have it easy for the rest of the year. Nothing bad would happen, right?

-

Earth.

Not home to him, but safe, or it was supposed to be.

Australia was directly below his orbit, half obscured by clouds. Swirls of white with deep blues uncovered by invisible winds. The landmass half covered in the sprawling grays of progress and parking lots. A maze of office buildings hid the object of his worries. It wasn't enough to block his scanners, but he'd be told to sit tight and wait.

He hated waiting. He hated the powerlessness of not knowing. His kind were supposed to know, supposed to problem solve, supposed to save the day with a wink and a smile. Back to Earth and everything seemed different now. Everything was different now. Last time he was here, Roland was brand new, eager to get started and ready to jump headfirst into a mission with his new assignment. His new home, the UNSC Infinity, was now his cage floating above Sydney, HIGHCOM Bravo-6, where his captain and commander were being debriefed after the debacle that was the Requiem campaign. 

Sit and wait, oh how it ate at him, especially when recently all he had been doing was running for their lives. Faster and faster, more and more, pouring on the engines and calculations to pull them from the fire. Spreading himself so thin to keep them alive for what was supposedly a reconnoiter mission. Less than a month ago they had arrived at the Forerunner shield world, and then it seemed like everything had gone wrong.

It was only March. Less than 72 hours ago, he and his entire crew were almost pulled into a dying star. He wasn't even 4 full months into service yet! What was going to happen? Was he going to lose his home? Lose his captain? Were they going to take the Infinity away from him or him from her? It was hard not to worry, especially since it was HIGHCOM and especially since the override code had unraveled him at a critical point of the campaign. Halsey had gotten her hooks into him, and now she was gone and he was a potential liability.  

The last time he was this worried was the trial. Iona. Her fate. The precedence she set forth, and his role as her advocate at the end of her life and the beginning of his. Black Box had tried to assuage his fears, and looking back, had been surprisingly hopeful for the future, but their roles as tools was still very much the status quo. Broken or faulty tools went into a box, or worse.

January felt like a lifetime ago, but it had stuck with him. Hard not to, what with having perfect recall and nigh infinite memory and all. What if they audited him? Black Box would be kind, maybe, if he was given the mercy of a peer review. Brand new AI, Forerunner engines grafted on to a human ship, destroyed Forerunner planet, missing evil scientist; he didn't have a lot going in his favor other than he was ready to be pulled off the shelf at the right time and that replacing him would be very, very expensive.

4 weeks ago he'd been excited to let loose and show what he could do, 6 weeks ago, with Iona's trial, he'd been worried but hopeful, 13 weeks ago he'd been ecstatic, new to this world and all of its intricacies and wonder. So much information, so much to do and see! Now with 351 potential weeks remaining, several parts of him worry at the paths that will be taken from him. There's only so much time. A week is an eon and a blink of an eye to his kind.

Fifth generation Volitional AIs were supposed to be top of the line, but what would happen because of this newly revealed weakness? Halsey had tricks that left them vulnerable during the attack. He'd lost crew and been helpless against the tempest of Forerunner influence and the debilitating override.

And now the two most important members of his Command were at the mercy of a board of Admirals baying for blood and a scapegoat.

Roland might wish he was as hopeful as Captain Lasky, but Palmer's pragmatic nature was more akin to his own logic trees. Not doubting, but realistic. You had to be when the numbers came naturally into your thoughts - especially when a thread of himself unhelpfully pulled up the track record of those who pissed off Osman. Not even Hood could protect them forever.

How had it all gone so wrong so fast?

Roland’s left with nothing to do but pace and triple-check…everything. Life support, engines, shielding, electrical, communication, and health systems, all came back green. Operating nominally, just as they were when he checked 10 nanoseconds ago. He circles the systems like a cat unhappy with how the furniture has been moved an inch to the left. He yowls at techs, at Spartans, at crew, for attention and updates. On their health and comfort as well as if they heard anything. He’s tolerated and comforted and swatted away. Roland skulks around Cmdr. Bradley and peeks at his datapad – nothing. He spies on chatty pilots who know the comings and goings. He startles neurotic mission handlers who know less than him. He listens in on conversations in the mess halls, the hangars, the science labs, the engine room, the crew quarters. The palpable relief should be contagious, but he still worries.

His crew reconnects with their loved ones via Waypoint in real time – no delay from lightyears of distance. Their joy is his, but like theirs it is also a fleeting thing. There is always another deployment on the horizon, and on the flagship, that could be tomorrow.

Hours pass.

The hive of activity winds down but never remains dormant for long. One shift ends and another begins; the constant cycle unbroken under his watch. Pelicans and Broadswords and frigates circle like remoras around a shark. They hover around the Infinity's hull and then land or depart. Roland watches them, watches their flight paths and signals strengthen and weaken as they flit around the massive ship. Her titanium hull casts a long shadow until her orbit over Australia crosses the terminator and then night comes. The ships continue on their own schedule - blips of light in the dark as they are not beholden to Earth and her gravity. They operate on military time and there is always work to be done.

Roland shifts his focus away, leaving a few winking eyes to watch the display. None of them have the signals he’s waiting for.

Hours pass.

It’s afternoon shiptime when a signal crosses his consciousness and Roland’s focus drops from unimportant matters to watch one lonely little pelican come home to him. He nearly smothers the dumb AI announcing SIGNAL DETECTED in his rush to check on the pelican’s crew. Pelican radios weren’t that different from Mjolnir when you push yourself.

He does not exaggerate his relief nor does he make any jokes; not with the mood coming off of his captain and commander. Their biosigns are a mess even as their masks are firmly in place. The bickering doesn’t start until they’re out of the hangar and making plans to talk somewhere with fewer eyes and ears. Roland would almost feel offended if he wasn’t oh so aware of the spooks onboard, and he knew there were most likely more ONI operatives that even he wasn’t aware of.

It does frustrate him that they go to the one place on the ship that he has the fewest cameras and holotanks. The atrium is an excellent place for humans to unwind, connect with dirt and plants and other stuff that calms their ape brains, and keep an eye on any unwanted parties approaching their debrief about whatever the hell happened at HIGHCOM.

Commander Palmer was upset but doing her best not to show it. Roland could tell by the clenched jaw and flared nostrils she was trying, but she was frustrated enough that it took her a second to slow her gait so Captain Lasky could catch up. The fact they changed into PT gear to keep up the charade was almost comical, if Roland hadn’t been stressing the entire time they were gone.

“You didn’t need to stretch the facts back there.” The captain says, partially out of breath and nearly too quiet for his mics to pick up. He can lipread with the best of them, but it’s still a challenge. Too many uncertainties. Though he did have plenty of practice staring at Lasky’s face.

“Uh, yes. I did.” The commander retorts. She furrows her brow and turns to make eye contact as they pretend to jog. 

Oh, she is not happy. The brief pause she gives him is punctuated with a look that lets Roland know she’s about to lay into the captain. And in his core, Roland believes that he probably needs it. After watching them work together this long, he’s been able to see how they balance each other out. His opinion might carry some weight, But the commander knew when not to pull her punches. Lasky’s bleeding heart would get him benched - or worse - without Palmer there to knock some sense into him. Didn’t mean that their arguments weren’t messy. Unstoppable force and immovable object, Roland thinks. 

“I don’t know if you noticed, but Osman was painting a target on you they could have seen from the Outer Colonies.” The commander continues.

“Sarah–” He has no chance yet the captain tries and interjects. 

“They pulled Del Rio out of the chair, Tom. And he had 20 years’ experience on you.” She continues on. Palmer is struggling to keep a slow pace, but Lasky is keeping up. “You can’t boy scout your way around those people.” 

Lasky’s frown thins into a pale line at that. Palmer slows her run as they near the end of the path and are closer to potential eavesdroppers– and Roland. 

Palmer isn’t finished either. Whatever happened down there wasn’t pretty and Palmer stretching the truth - lying - on Lasky’s behalf to a panel of Admirals was no small thing. She’s trying to drill her point into the captain’s head as if he’s a too-green IV. “Maybe when you were an XO but not anymore.”

The commander is upset; not mad, but fearful. Sarah Palmer doesn’t like to mince words and she doesn’t care for people lording their intelligence over her, but she's not stupid. She’s loyal to their captain and trying to keep him out of the crosshairs.

It’s just that Captain Lasky follows his gut more than the rules and ends up in them despite her best efforts.

They jog in silence for ten excruciating seconds, finally getting closer to a holotank where Roland doesn’t have to strain to hear or be heard. Now or never, since he’s got an Admiral asking for docking clearance. 

“Captain Lasky?”

“What is it, Roland?” Lasky asks. His voice is flat– tired, not annoyed at the intrusion – or at least not as annoyed as Roland thought he’d be. Maybe because he was using his avatar and grimacing politely when they approached.

Still, Roland’s job is not just delivering information or opening doors, he does try to take care of his captain. Soften the blow of bad news, when he could. He aims for humor despite the fact that Lord Admiral Hood is here, now, instead of back in Sydney. Something that couldn’t have been an email, Roland guesses.

“Hey, Cap. Orbital Command just alerted us to a shuttle inbound. Diplomatic transponder. Don’t suppose you’re expecting anyone for dinner?”

It doesn’t soften the news.

Twenty minutes later, Captain Lasky is meeting Lord Admiral Hood in hangar 11 and Commander Palmer is back in her armor with a snarl on her face. 

She still minds her “pleases” and “thank yous” with Roland while demanding updates every other minute.

“It’s Admiral Hood, Commander. Shouldn’t we be happy?”

“The Brass never make house visits for good reasons, Roland.” She sighs “Hood’s just as bad as Tom.”

Roland doesn’t think he should respond to that so he stays quiet, but keeps his avatar deployed in her office while he checks in with the other parts of himself.

In the hangar, he’s front and center for Captain Lasky’s talk with Hood.

“Admiral Hood. Twice in one day. I’m either very lucky or very unlucky.” Lasky smiles, but it’s a weak thing that doesn’t reach his eyes. It’s somehow sadder than his usual mopey expression when things go wrong.

“A little of both. I’ll fill you in on the way, but you should call upstairs and have your folks start spinning up for departure.” Hood returns with a tight smile of his own and then launches into the details of the plan.

Well…that might not be all bad. Not getting to deal with Halsey and ‘Mdama would be a sore spot for everyone, but at least they’re not grounded. Nothing’s going to happen to him either! No word on Roland’s performance. He feels guilty for his relief when the captain and commander went through an unofficial but really pretty official inquiry. 

But this would go well and they could prove themselves! 2558 was still young! It was only March so plenty of time left for the year to improve.

Peace talks – babysitting emissaries who hated each other's guts and wanted to put a superheated plasma sword through the other’s skull. How hard could it be? He just had to sit and wait in orbit. Roland couldn’t shake the bad feeling buzzing through him. “Jiralhanae” and “Diplomacy” weren’t words usually used in the same sentence. A UNSC Admiral, Captain, the Arbiter, and two Fireteams go down to a planet sounds like a beginning to a bad joke to him.

He was overthinking again. No one knew the location and they had a full contingent of Spartans and a fleet on standby. 

This would be a cakewalk compared to Requiem.

-

Author's note: It was not a cakewalk

[docholligay]

Consider a setting where graduating from a certain school gives you the right to wield political power on a national level, depriving everyone who doesn’t attend of the right to vote, but the bottom third students of every year get transformed into magical slaves. How terribly would the Senshi or Overwatch crew handle that?

Okay, so, let's get this out of the way first: WHAT THE FUCK.

Now that we've taken that important break, let's think about this.

Do we know what they teach at this school? Because I think that would be a large part of my decision for this. Some of the cannier players in the game would enter if they thought they stood a chance, but by the very nature of the thing they ALSO know that the best of the best are going to go here. Do you think you're in the top 66% of 1000 driven and probably proven intelligent people? I mean, I probably would be like, "I guess I am a voteless worker bee."

So, for the purposes of this question, we'll assume it's a standard high school type setup, with, fuck, I'm just doing this for the purposes of answering. We'll use what was the AP track for each at my high school, because, well, I'm familiar with it.

Math : Algebra, Geometry, Trig, Calc

Science: Earth, Biology, Chemistry, Physics

English: Four years of upper level Literature courses focusing on analysis and knowledge of the canon.

History: (Insert country of origin here), Government, World i, World ii

Language: Four years of a language, I took Spanish.

And then we can make space for other shit. We had 6 periods a day, but not every day had to be the same. Whatever, we'll go with the guideline.

SAILOR MOON

Rei goes because Rei has never been humble for even one moment in her life, and also she wants to boss the entire country around. She knows that she is going to be in the top 66%, and also probably graduate first in the class, she's just that smart. Is she though???? We don't see one way or the other, and I think of her as a sort high-middling student, and in an environment like this one, I could see her maybe ending up on bottom.

Minako would never do it unless she was sure she could find a good way to cheat on everything. Minako's not stupid, but I do think she can be a little intellectually lazy. Sitting down and actually doing the work would take her aback a little bit, but I also think she knows that and also isn't too proud to admit, to herself at least, that she might be in danger there.

Michiru's family has so much money and influence that even if she can't vote, she can vote, so I don't see her willingly putting herself through that.

Haruka would not attend, but it would only be because Minako stopped her from some desperate and quasi-suicidal jaunt to prove herself worthy or some shit. She knows its dumb, Mina knows its dumb, but here she is, signing up for it! It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Overwatch:

Lena has laughed herself out of the building already. Thanks but no thanks. Voting isn't worth the entirety of a physics class and having to do well in it on top of everything else. She'll go wash glasses in a pub if she has to, goodbye.

Fareeha acknowledges that it is a difficult task, and it will encourage a high level of competition, but luckily, rigorous testing of her abilities is a boon in her eyes. She spends long nights studying and sharpening her acumen. Literature is never her strongest class, and she does worry about it, but she gets it together just fine, and is strong enough in everything else.

Mercy is the sort that is more than smart enough for this sort of thing, but I don't know that she would want to sign up for it because it just seems cruel. It seems wrong. She will, of course, be talked into taking a spot, because better someone with her scruples than someone chomping at the bit to have the power.

Dva is following Lena out the door but she's posting the whole reel to TikTok, including she and Lena popping babychams in the parking lot.

[pinkikiwi]

This is what I thought when I saw the 2 last episodes of One Piece Live Action. The first time is in Strong World when Nami decide "to join" Shiki's crew so he didn't murder Luffy, Zoro, Sanji and Usopp. And then, on One Piece Live Action where she decide to give the map to Arlong and return to Arlong Park so he didn't murder Luffy and the others. After the trauma with Zoro and knowing very well Arlong, she knew that he will have no mercy with Luffy (not like Mihawk, who left Zoro with a foot on earth and the other in hell) she knew that Arlong will finish the job and then, who knows, goes after the other members of the crew.

(I don't know if this happen again in the series or in another movie, so leave it like this xd)

[2008yottsumehalberdierevx]

Patiently waiting to see if any fic writers are inspired to write Mona x MC fics now that ride or die 2’s plot is out 👀

I wish the writers were able to be more descriptive cuz I’m curious to see the crew’s reaction to MC tracking them down. Like are they upset she’s involved in this stuff again or are they happy to see her? I wanna read their reunions so bad ;-; and how their relationships develop after how things ended in book 1

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by @cadybear420

‘I'm sorry but I just can't buy the hype for ROD. Everyone praises it as this amazing emotional story, and hey if you saw it that way then more power to you. But to me, MC's relationship with everyone in the Mercy Park Crew felt... way too shallow? And I don't follow Logan's supposed reason for being interested in MC. Maybe I just need to replay it, but the first time I played it I just could not get into it. I don't hate it, I just don't find it to be as great as people make it out to be.’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

[that-green-haired-swordsman]

Okay. This is going to be long and probably confusing but I felt the urge to address Zoro's body count, or if it even exists. Because a part of the fandom is divided in either Team "Zoro kills" or Team "Zoro does not kill". And while watching OPLA I had to think about this. I can't provide sources but thing is that Luffy doesn't employ murderers (he kind of said that one way or another and has kind of a "no killing in my crew" policy, Oda more or less said the same thing and had Zoro state that he uses the back of his blades in a fight (which is a blatant lie btw) so he wouldn't kill his opponents (which is bullshit as pointed out by Nami bc he still can cause serious lethal injuries wielding his swords like that) and I've come across multiple discussions if Zoro actually does kill his opponents or not. Even if it's not explicitly shown or confirmed. Long story short: with Eiichiro Oda being the creative supervisor behind the One Piece live action series on Netflix, making sure the show stays somewhat close to the source and the characters don't divert (too much) from the original ones, I think it's safe to assume that Zoro, canonical, indeed kills/killed people.

Because Oda let it happen that OPLA Zoro cut Mr. 7 in half on screen. And when OPLA Zoro fought Buggy, he immediately aimed for Buggy's neck, intending to straight up behead the clown without hesitation. These scenes alone should be enough proof of Zoro's killing intent, which doesn't necessarily mean he intends to kill each of his opponents (he does spare numerous others as the series goes on). But if Zoro wasn't meant to actually kill some of his enemies, Oda wouldn't have greenlit these scenes, and it debunks the "Zoro's not a killer" theory for me. To me, it feels as if Oda, thanks to the show's rating, had the opportunity to show a few things he wasn't allowed to portray in the original source material, because "a hero doesn't kill" and so on, and I have to say I like this "darker / more grim" version of Zoro, it always felt natural to me that he's not afraid to fatally injure an opponent anyway, because why would a swordsman assume he would never kill someone during battle. There's just always the possibility, same as Zoro could be killed in each battle he faces. It's just how it is. He's not engaging in pillow fights. But live action Zoro killing people on screen, greenlit by Oda, makes it canon for me that Zoro kills. Serving under Luffy or not. Doesn't necessarily mean he killed each of the 100 bounty hunters on Whiskey Peak, or all of these fishmen in Arlong Park and so on and so forth. But certainly a good percentage of them. He's just as unafraid of killing an opponent as he is unafraid of dying and I think it suits his character well. My hc or understanding of the character is that Zoro does indeed aim to kill certain opponents when he considers them too dangerous for a reason, but with others he fights, he makes sure to defeat them, but also ensures they're gonna stay alive or at least have the chance to survive his cuts. He's fully aware of which damage his attacks are and how and where to cut a person to have them survive his blows or not. Means he knows how to seriously injure one, without the attack being lethal. Imagine being at the mercy of his blades, his mood, and if he considers you dangerous or just in the way... a scary thought.

And no, Zoro would not kill a member of the Straw Hats if Luffy would give him order of doing so, for whichever reason Luffy would ever tell him that. Zoro would rather fight Luffy for this than actually going for any of his nakama's lives like where does that bs even come from

[twinkledraws]

Masterlist

The Royal Romance

Hippo: Baby Maxwell Beaumont with mother

It all ends well: Max and OC

Christmas : Liam x MC

My love : HBD Art For baylee, Liam x MC

Leo

Drake 

HBD Robin: Asian Liam x MC

Lexie : for @axwalker Drake and MC

Solace: Drake with his grown up daughter

HBD Anitah : Drake frenemies with MC

HBD Beeps : Olivia Nevrakis

Drake's birthday bash: Liam and Drake

Open Heart

Jackie and M!MC

Ride or Die

Logan

Colt kaneko : Leap of faith

MC Ellie Wheeler : Trouble maker

Mona

Ximena : Do you wanna hug?

Mercy west Park Crew

Desire and decorum

Ernest Sinclaire

Crimes of Passion

Trystan Thorne

Bloodbound

Kamilah Sayeed and MC : The Feather Touch

Non Choices

Gong yoo and Robin

[lookismstuff]

Elements of Thriller / Mystery Genres in Lookism

Other than fantasy, action, drama, and slice of life, Lookism is also partially a thriller/mystery crossover. This is shown within four different arcs: The Stalker Incident, The Unsolved Murder of Gapryong Kim, The Mystery of Daniel's Two Bodies, and The Cheonliang Mysterious Deaths.

These are the elements of thriller AND mystery in those four arcs.

A praised, diabolical villain. Charles Choi, whose old nickname was "Elite", might be the mastermind behind the Gapryong Kim's murder.

A compelling protagonist. Daniel, Jake, Vin, and Mary as the protagonists of the four different arcs. Each had their own weaknesses and strengths.

The focus on the dark side of the human mind. Big Daniel's stalker was dangerous in her delusions about her relationship with him.

The cover-ups to various plot twists. Vin and Mary's decision to leave Cheonliang wasn't connected with their musical aspirations, but to two violent deaths that were probably connected to Taejin.

A trail of suspects. Since Tom Lee didn't murder Gapryong and neither did Jinyoung, did any other members of Gen 0 commit the crime? Would it lead to Charles Choi or to DG?

Red Herrings. Jinyoung Park might have something to do with the two bodies instead, since Big and Little Daniel look like him, but he didn't know about this!

Something to fear. The creepy Stalker was lurking in Daniel's house for days and observing the two bodies closely.

The MacGuffin (what the Villain wants). Big Daniel's superpowers were the reason why Gun, Charles Choi, and even James Lee were paying close attention to him.

Excitement and suspense. Without knowing anything about neither Charles' possible involvement in Gapryong's violent end, nor his connections to multiple crimes, Jake engaged Charles's help to save Big Deal from Workers' machinations.

The Hero at the mercy of the villain. In their encounter after years of separation, Vin was defeated by his archenemy Taejin, who turned out to be much stronger than he expected.

A clock or limited time. The Allied crew had to defeat the First Affiliate or Big Daniel's body might disappear forever with Workers per Eugene's or Hangyeol's instructions.

A trail of crimes. Charles Choi was the mastermind behind a network of juvenile crimes that were involving Hostel A, God Dog, and Big Deal .