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thesharktanksdriver · 1 year

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The Spider’s web (platonic)

You used to be an average kid, one who went about their day without so much as a care in the world

Granted, you were being raised by your elderly aunt and uncle, and you were somewhat of a science wiz but other than that yeah pretty normal

Until a radioactive spider bitt you after you and your uncle got into an accident which ended up with you as the survivor

And that lead you becoming a web-slinging vigilante known as spider

Ok scratch that maybe you weren’t so normal after all but to be fair no one was in Gotham

During the day you were a teenager who went to school, made some extra cash on the side to support your aunt after your uncle’s death

But at night you dawn your suit and sling across the city helping as best you could

Unlike Batman or his figurative family you help out in smaller ways

You help by bringing people home safely, handing out umbrella when it’s raining, saving cats out of trees, stopping some petty crime and giving the criminals a talk to find out why they needed to do said crime, helping firefighters ect

You still saved quite a few people but you also focused on making others happy

Since something as small as a wave of kind gesture of a stranger can improve someone’s day significantly

You also focus on helping those who are committing petty crime since you know it’s usually out of desperation

And desperation is a big thing in Gotham unfortunately

Your a more friendly figure compared to the Batman, bright colours and an expressive mask that makes you more approachable

Along with that your quite vocal, saying hi to passersby’s as you swing past or offering high fives

Also a lot of quips, like a lot. plus jokes thrown to make people laugh

Your swinging webs dissolve after a set period of time so by morning their gone thus no complaints from business owners about it

Whilst Batman and his team look out for Gotham as a conglomerate you look out for the little guy

Pitching in to areas when the other vigilantes of the night can’t get to

It’s actually quite fun and no matter how tired an beat up you are from stopping a minor scuffle it’s worth it to you

The bruises and black eyes serving as metals to your meddling in making sure someone didn’t get shanked

Gordon is the only cop you trust and actively report to him about cops that are taking advantage of their power

You have a little camera on your suit making filming encounters much easier along with the fact you sometimes take photos for fun

And use some of those photos for money…you spend a lot more than you probably should do you sometimes sell photos to newspapers

Anyways, you leave the clips of certain cops for him to see and review

Which also makes most cops not really like you but they don’t really like Batman either so it’s not like your the only one

He’s pretty friendly with you but you can also tell he’s worries

Like real worried

It’s basically obvious to everyone your a kid despite how you try to deepen your voice a bit

He knows he can’t really stop you so he does his best to give you tips and pats on the back for your work

He swears that when he hears about you on the news he gets more grey hairs

Or when you show up at his window donuts in hand with a nasty bruise on your jaw

Listen he doesn’t care you “have a weird healing factor” your getting a patch for that

Barbara laughs when he grumbles that he now has a new kid to look after

You don’t admit it but he reminds you a lot of your uncle and it makes you feel nostalgic

On long nights for Gordon you like to swing by (hah get it) and leave him some coffee and donuts

He appreciates it but wishes you’d let him pay you back

Another thing Gordon doesn’t know is that when your uncle died he was the cop that comforted you back at the station

While all the others worked he took the time to help you

Which is something you’d never forget

So to pay the favour back in some sense you do your best to help him as well

But he doesn’t have to know your reasoning…yet

You sometimes leave little notes for him with doodles of yourself that have motivational messages

Batman asks him about you since he has really had to time to actually talk to you but Gordon tells him your a good kid

But your probably too stubborn to stop doing what your doing

Gordon really appreciates what you do even if it’s not taking down super villains

You go out of your way to make others happy and make the streets a little more safe

Plus you seemed focused on rehabilitation and helping people who do crime as a last option for survival

He’s actually met quite a few people you’ve talked to and helped get back on their feet

Probably had a little notebook where he puts all your doodle notes

Whenever you leave his office he tells you to stay safe and that you’d doing good out there

You always give him a thumbs out before back flipping out his window

Despite how many times you do it he looks out to make sure your ok

Barbara meets you one day when she stopped by to make sure her dad was ok and found you and him talking

When she came in you jumped to the ceiling and they just watched you for a minute before laughing

Honestly Barbara is really fun and cool

Whenever she stops by her dad’s office she kinda silently hopes your there cause your a ray of sunshine

She appreciates your work a lot and it never ceases to make her smile when she offhandedly hear people talk about your deeds

Definitely teases her dad a lot lol

Sometimes like Gordon you leave little notes for her on her wheelchair

You both develop so many inside jokes that Gordon can only scratch his head at

She leaves you snacks like granola bars and smoothies for her dad to give you

Like her dad she’s concerned but moreso about how your doing this without anyone else to help you

Sure your activities aren’t taking down and making enemies with super powered villains but all you needed is one bad encounter and your down

And it worries her how you don’t seem to care about yourself and put others happiness on pedestal

Like helping others matters but so does helping yourself

As oracle she sometimes hacks stuff to give you little hints or tricks for you to use

These have probably saved you from getting an infection from leaving your wounds unbothered due to your “it’ll heal” mentality

She’s kinda silently curious what your abilities allow you to do. Like she knows you can climb walls and you have some type of healing factor but she wonders if there’s more

So y’all make a game out of it and every week she guesses one possible ability you have and you answer her

Like her dad she knows your too stubborn to stop

You have too much of a big heart to not help people, your the one person who doesn’t stand down no matter the punches thrown your way

It’s an admirable trait but also dangerous

You geek out with her over tech and when you get your own popsicle

Sure that popsicle doesn’t look the greatest but your amazed anyways over the smallest stuff like that

It makes her heart swell when you talk about how happy you felt when you found out you had fanart!

It’s normal for hero’s to have that but your just so flabbergasted that someone went through the effort of drawing you

It reminds her once again that your a kid in all of this

One day she’s asks why you haven’t met Batman yet and you tell her why

That your kinda scared of him considering Gotham isn’t the friendliest to meta humans

And consider you now have powers your part of that crowd

Plus you just want to help in ways Batman usually can’t

She’s understanding to this and makes note to tell Bruce

At this point she probably knows your identity but only by accident

She never brings that up though

Content with just letting you go on in peace without you worrying about her accidentally spilling the info to someone

Her heart will explode if you ever mention how batgirl was one of your favourite hero’s growing up

Bane is the first real villain who kinda takes an interest in you from seeing you firsthand one day

So he has he men track you down and bring you to him

And then he finds out that you know most of them already and just willingly followed them?

Yeah turns out you already knew a lot of his men cause you’ve helped a handful of them with stuff like car troubles and making sure the neighborhoods a few live in are safer

And also inadvertently convincing some of them to get a better job instead of committing crime and they took that as become a full on henchman

Your a bit disappointed but Bane is a fair boss so it somewhat makes up for the fact their still in the crime business

Meanwhile bane is kinda confused cause your a kid??

Like sure he fights Robin but even then he goes somewhat easy and they have Batman as a mentor

Your just a fucking kid on their own doing this?!?

Dear god this man is so concerned

Even more so when you try to deepen your voice and then it cracks and there’s an awkward silence afterwards

Oh and then they hear your stomach grumble

You get a full on meal from them giving you some of their lunches plus some extra snacks

Your such a good kid and he’s like real worried that one day someone will take advantage of that

So he kinda begins training you, well not full on training but giving you some pointers

Like better stances or how to throw a better punch

He finds it really funny how expressive you are with your mask and how your tiny compared to him

He quickly catches on that you seemingly have enhanced senses and strength cause almost no one can beat him in a fight let alone a young teenager (it was more of a playful fight but point still stands)

You once offhandedly mention that you have to care for your elderly aunt by accident and he’s now packing you some extra food and slips some money into there as well

Probably knows he can figure out your identity real quick but doesn’t make the effort since he’d rather you go to him yourself if/when your ready

Is this what being a parent is like? (Yes, yes it is Bane)

He helps improve your suit and gives suggestions on what material would be better

Nearly has a heart attack when you one day show up to his base with a stab wound

Sure it’s healing but like what the fuck?!

His men kinda tease him for being a mother hen

He can’t help it though cause he’s always had a soft spot for kids and knowing your out there possibly getting hurt makes his uneasy

When you talk about science he finds himself happy cause your clearly passionate about the subject

Probably compliments you about your knowledge and pats you on the shoulder

He gives you nicknames in Spanish but his favourite is “pequeña araña” which means little spider

If you already know Spanish he’s 100% talking to you in it but if you don’t then he’s kinda teaching you by accident

For the love of god please say that your suit is properly insulated cause he’s gonna get grey hairs if he knows that your going out in Gotham during the winter freezing your ass off

Same for summer as well cause he knows that being in a head to toe bodysuit in the heat isn’t good

You met deadshot through his daughter Zoe by complete accident

Like you were swinging past some apartments while she was doing some homework she was stuck on and spotted you

And then she called out and you quickly ended up helping her with that homework

And that kinda became a weekly tradition where you’d just stop by on every Saturday to check her work and help her if she was stuck

During one of these he walks in as your perched near her window helping her with a math equation

He’s kinda confused for a minute until Zoe waves him over and says that you’d been her tutor for the past month

After that he kinda tracks you down on his own time as your having a burger on a building and talks to you

He thanks you and also asks why your doing the whole vigilante business as such a young age

You don’t tell him the full story but just enough where he gets a good picture as to why

Zoe becomes one of your fans and he has to say that it’s a lot better than her liking Batman or one of his robins lol

You still help her with homework but now you also show up to talk to her and her dad

She likes to brag to her father about how if she did good on her next test that you promised to make her a hoodie that resembles you suit

When he’s out on “jobs” he asks for you to check up on her and make sure she’s ok

more concerned than he lets on

When he gets put on the suicide squad he gets real upset if Amanda Waller even mentions you

Sometimes if you see him you like to him a wave which he gives back with a small smile

You have the honour of being one of the only heroes he likes

He likes that you stick up for the small guy, that your the “neighborhood hero” instead of the Gotham hero

Has definitely saved you numerous times without you even knowing

Feels old when you call him “mr.shot” even more so if you do something like backflip off a building

Like he subconsciously knows your ok but his dad senses are screaming at him and rushes over to the edge to see if your ok

He finds it really nice when you walk people home to make sure they feel safe

It’s a small thing but something a lot of people in Gotham appreciate since the streets at night aren’t the safest

You buy knock-off merch of heroes and give it out to kids but save the merch of you for his daughter

He now had a little keychain that he keeps on his person of your mask in inverted colours

It makes him chuckle quite a bit

No one dares put out a hit on you cause of him and Deathstroke

Speaking of which Deathstroke sought you out from seeing you one day whist in civilian clothes

You piqued his interest so when you were one day just swing around he was able to catch you by surprise even with your spidy-senses

Only for you to catch him off guard by how your somehow able to throw him off you like he was nothing

And then web him to a wall

Now you’ve really piqued his interest

Meanwhile your freaking out across from him and he’s just laughing and then congratulates you on getting the better of him

Que confusion

Oh yeah beforehand he quickly found out who you were

Yeah…not fun when he then brings that up

But anyways

Slade takes to basically full on training you cause he sees your potential

It’s weird at first but it quickly becomes routine for him to randomly drop by and give you lessons

It’s actually really useful especially since he also helps you hone your skills even more

Not to mention that he also helps you keep your identity a better secrets cause in his words “kid it’s honestly a miracle that the entire city hasn’t found out, your at least better than superman and his disguise”

At some point after a “exam” with him and you win he gifts you a completely upgraded suit as a gift

Your left confused but he just shrugs it off saying that you’d lived up to his expectations so you deserve something for that

Now your suit has proper heating! And it’s waterproof unlike before

He’s honestly not sure how you survived this long in your suit so he’s at least happy the new one he gifted you a better

Plus now you have extending spider arms that are super cool

Now you can more effectively hold up debris when saving people!

(Not their intended use but he supposes that you do you)

One thing he can’t fix is how trusting you are of others

Cause he’s tried countless times to teach you not to do that but your head it to thick for even his vastly worded criticism to break

Unlike him and Nightwing he’s had a very different dynamic with you Aka gruff dad and ray of Sunshine child

Aka the “someone will die” “of fun!”

He feels so old when your doing flips and every fucking acrobatic known to man

Like when Nightwing does it he feels a bit of his age but with you it’s worse

Rose jokes that your an honorary sibling now which makes you giggle as he standing behind y’all all stoic and such

Both swear they’ve never seen you without a smile or quippy remark despite having a broken rib

That’s why their surprised when you sometimes get a bit solemn or seem to hold an untold sadness in your eyes now more than ever

He doesn’t pry like he did when initially finding out your identity but he’s definitely worried

Mr.Freeze is someone you go out on your own to find after hearing how he was trying to find a cure for his wife’s illness

Your Aunt in her old age had been getting worse and you could tell she was gaining something that wasn’t an ordinary Illness

All hospitals you went to said they couldn’t do anything so you went to him instead

Which he certainly didn’t really expect

Like sure he’s heard of you but to suddenly had a teenage knock at his frost covered window to his lab at midnight is kinda unexpected

He’s guarded and ice cold as his name implies but seems to warm up once you mention your situation

How you didn’t know what to do, and that the hospitals turn her away for her older age or say that nothing was wrong when you knew it was

Your just a kid, one who is doing their best despite circumstances

And he from then on he knew couldn’t turn you away especially with how Nora wouldn’t want that

He finds your company to be nice especially once hearing that your brand of heroism is done to help out the average citizens of Gotham in their day to day lives

Your a change in his routine and life that he needs, someone to be a small bit of light in the ever encompassing darkness that fills his life

You help him as well in the lab, putting your science wiz knowledge to the test as you do your best to help

He enjoys the company quite a bit

Especially as you leave little notes (as usual) for him to find with little puns

He chuckles at all of them despite hot corny they are

As time goes on he sees the crack in your resolve though as his tests go nowhere

You push yourself though, to the limit to try and find something, anything

But it’s all for nought

There are times you fall asleep in full costume at his lab, he always places a blanket around your shoulders

Never once having the temptation to pull up the mask

He can tell your already going through the stages of grief before you even get the call that she’s gone

Just a feeling in your gut that it’s getting worse as you increase your work

And then it happens

That dreaded call that he can remember so vividly from his own when Nora had almost passed

Your silent, dead silent

And then like a gust of wind your off

He can only hear your soft sobs as you exit through a window and off into the night

He can only hope you’ll be ok, that you’ll turn out different from him in the grief that’s consuming you

Because unlike him your a ray of sun that the world needs compared to his somber moonlight

You end up crying on a rooftop

Shaky breaths ranking your form as you sob

But then you hear a scream from an alleyway which makes you pause

You pull your mask down and swing down to help

A woman pushed to the ground and two men standing over her loomingly

Their easy to take down but you got stabbed pretty badly in the side

You focus on her though, helping her up despite your limp and talking her through the anxiety attack she was having

You walk her home, blood dripping down though you do your best to hide it

Your voice hoarse from crying as you do your best to make her smile

And as she closes that door and you return to that rooftop you find that your vision is getting blurry and black dots dot the edges if your eyesight

You don’t have the strength to get up despite how hard you try

Because you have to

Cause as spider no matter how hard you get pushed down you always get up

Someone looms over you with an outstretched hand

You grab theirs and they hoist you up

You feel as if your in good hands

#platonic #dc x reader #mr freeze x reader #deathstroke x reader #Slade Wilson x reader #Barbara Gordon x reader

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asirensrage · 1 year

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So....I am way behind on things (to no ones surprise lol) but I did finish this one so far. I hope you enjoy it. I went with choice #3 from the Scary Story Prompts. Thanks for participating! FYI not edited by anyone but me. No physical characteristics given.

Rating: M Fandom: The Lost Boys Pairing: None... Warnings: Stalking. Talk about dead animals being left on a doorstep. Murder. Arson. Useless cops. Dark fic.

Heed the warnings.

Prompt: #3 “There's nothing the cops will do about your stalker, nothing they can do against your monsterish pursuer.”

“Listen, kid,” the officer says. “People go missing here every week.”

Your jaw clenches, unimpressed by the answer. There’s no interest there, no help. It sounds like an excuse. One they use for everything. “You don’t understand,” you say, tone hardening. “They bang on the doors at night. They drive by, howling at me and calling me outside. Dead animals are left on my doorstep!”

The cop sighs but there’s still no sign of actual life in his eyes. He looks resigned, burnt out in this tourist trap of death. “Did you save the animals?”

“SAVE THEM? They’re buried! You can find them in my backyard!”

“So you tampered with evidence,” he sighs. “Next time call us.”

You try not to snap. Honestly, you do but the complete disregard for your case is pissing you off. You get that there are people missing but they don’t seem to get the concept that maybe this is going to lead you to be one of them! “Next time? Next time it might be my body you find instead of a dead cat! Fucking useless! ‘Serve and protect’, my ass!” you snarl before turning and storming off. You weren’t sure what you were expecting but help would have been nice. Hell, even some advice would have been useful instead of being told to call them when the next animal shows up dead. Like you haven’t been calling them every night the terrors show up and harass you. Last time the cops actually arrived, the voices were gone and you were the one told off for wasting their time.

“No wonder everyone is dead or missing in this town,” you mutter as you leave.

Arms crossed over your chest, you walk away from the police station. You barely slept anymore. The noises outside could last all night but the fact that there was never a sign of them when you opened the door to confront them was beginning to make you feel like you were insane. If it wasn’t for the dead animals, you’d believe it. Still, you didn’t know what to do.

“Can’t you like…set up a video camera at your window or something? See if you can record it?”

“There’s only like a couple hours on a tape,” you say. “And there’s probably not a lot of light. All it would make out is the fact that someone’s passing by. Not like…actual details which is what I need.” You rest your head on your arms that are resting on the counter. You’re just so tired. If you could get a couple hours of sleep, uninterrupted sleep, maybe you’d be able to actually think properly.

“Why don’t you come to my place?” Your friend offers. “Or we could go out of town!”

“We tried that,” you remind her. “Remember? They just…they followed.” You don’t even know how they knew where you were. The two of you had made plans at her place and left the same day. It was like the Terminator was after you.

You don’t even know how many there are or if it’s one person with some high-powered flashlights running around. If it was one person, that would make sense why they kept somehow disappearing when you opened the door. They managed to hide every time.

“I know, I just…I wish I could help.”

“Yeah.” You close your eyes, not really willing to continue this conversation. It was just sad. You were beginning to think that it was inevitable that your face was going to end up on that missing board. You let your head fall against the counter.

“What if you laid traps?”

“Like what? Nails on the doormat?”

“Or like tar on your walkway. Can you buy tar?”

“I think so. I’d have to subject myself to going to the hardware store.”

“Well, what’s worse? The hardware store where you have to deal with men thinking you’re incapable of doing anything or your stalker?”

You’re actually tempted to think about it but you already know the answer. If only to save the pets of the neighbourhood. “The stalker.”

You listen to the advice from the owner of the hardware store and the old men who frequent it while you ward off the attempts to wrangle an invite to help you apply the tar to fix your driveway. Multiple people offered to either help or give you the number of someone they knew who did that kind of work. You refused them all. If you were actually fixing the driveway, you might have taken the information for one of the service places but seeing as you were going to try to lay it out to catch your stalker, you didn’t want to have to try to explain it. The last thing you ended up with was someone offering to help. With your luck, there would be a dead body on your doorstep next time, not an animal. Though, that might actually get the police’s attention…though they’d probably arrest you for the murder. God forbid they do some actual investigating.

It takes hours. You’ve never been so thankful and so resentful that you live alone until now. The work would have been easier with help but at the same time, the only one you have to worry about walking on it is you.

You manage to pass out on the couch with the tv on before the sun sets. It’s not long but the exhaustion overrides the anxious fear that tends to creep up as darkness falls. They only ever show up at night. It’s enough to make you question getting a night shift but the idea of walking home in the dark, knowing they’re out there, is enough to keep you from finding one.

Something crashes against your door. You jolt up, suddenly wide awake. Heart pounding, you get up and move toward the door. You don’t know what you’re going to do but you need…You grab a knife. Just in case.

There are noises coming from the door. It doesn’t sound like the usual laughter and thumps that are meant to scare you.

“--the fuck is this?”

Someone is laughing hysterically. It doesn’t sound like the malicious laughter that has haunted you since this started. It sounds like they’re enjoying themselves.

“Shut up!” the voice snarls. “I’m fucking stuck!”

It was more than one person. Your heart climbs into your throat and despite knowing that you should call the cops, you just…you want to see who it is. You want to know if you know them.

You don’t open the door though. You can’t bring yourself to do it. You feel like you can barely move, especially when you hear more voices.

“Shouldn’t have landed,” a deeper voice says.

“Fuck you!” the first voice shouts back.

“She–” they continue to laugh, wheezing slightly. “She can hear us–”

“You going to open the door?” A different voice calls out. That’s four so far. “Since you caught a mouse.”

You don’t move, even as part of you wants to. Desperately. Fear overrides everything else though and you find yourself frozen in response.

“Open the door,” the trapped voice tells you.

“Yeah, come on. Come outside!” The voices echo slightly as if there are more of them and they seem louder than possible. As if they’re inside next to you.

There’s a burst of laughter that rings through you and you jump slightly, realizing that you’ve somehow moved forward, your hand on the doorknob. You don’t remember moving. How often has that happened in the night? That you found yourself somewhere you didn’t choose to go.

“Come out pretty girl,” one of the voices calls again.

“We want to play!” says another. Laughter echos again and you can’t help but shudder at the sound.

“Leave me alone!” You mean to sound stern, threatening even. It comes out pleading.

“And miss all the fun? Invite us in and we’ll talk.”

“I’m calling the cops!”

That just makes them laugh again. “Do it,” one of them says. “We haven’t eaten yet.”

“Yeah, we can have you for dessert.”

“Think she’s sweet enough?” You hear one of them ask.

“We’ll find out.”

“Come on out, sweet thing. Let us taste you.”

You jolt back, your hand somehow suddenly on the doorknob. When did you unlock the door? You wouldn’t. You move back but the door opens even as you try to retreat. For once there’s someone standing there. Multiple people, staring at you.

“You coming to join us?” one of them asks. The most striking thing about him is the bleach white hair and the intensity of his stare.

“No,” you shake your head, trying not to give in to the urge to run. Something tells you they’ll follow. They always follow.

“You will,” the dark haired one behind him says. You don’t even question how they’re not stuck. Only one of them looks like he’s struggling, the other blonde in the back. The rest just seem highly amused. But they’re standing there. Aren’t they?

You reach forward and slam the door before they can stop you. You shove your body against the door, terrified you won’t be able to lock it before they shove their way in.

They don’t need to. It’s silent outside and that scares you more than their laughter. You don’t know what they’re planning if you can’t hear them but you’re not stupid enough to think that you’re safe. You call the cops regardless. At least so it’s on record. They make a promise to come check it out, but you know it won’t happen. They never come by unless it’s daylight.

The window breaks with a crash, smothering the sound of the bottle that shatters as it hits your floor. Fire erupts in the room. You move before you can think, running out the door and away from the heat.

You slam into a body. Hands grab your arms, keeping you from falling back.

“There you are.”

You look up in horror at the face staring down at you. All you register are fangs and ridges that don’t look human.

“I win!” the thing calls out. A riot of curls form a mullet but it’s not…it looks like a monster. Some kind of special effects.

“Well, you know what that means,” a voice calls out. You glance around, looking at the men who suddenly surround you. They were men before, weren’t they? When they were at your door, they were human. But now..

The blond from before, the one who wasn’t stuck grins at the thing holding you. “You get first bite.”

“Aww man!” someone calls out but it doesn’t matter. All you see are teeth before something is biting you. You struggle, but he is like a vice holding you. As your sight goes dark, you hear that laughter again.

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kankuroplease · 2 months

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Chiha is cute how do you imagine her relationship with Itachi, shisui and nawaki he is a cop? in almost that something can be given with any of the three curiosity

Thank you! I tried to make her a mixture of her parents 🖤

I think hands down, her healthiest relationship is with Itachi between the three

Itachi

- they have a good employee and boss relationship

- he reminds her not to ask these men too many questions or get involved with them, including Shisui, if she seriously wants a clean break from their city

- he also threatens the Uchiha men to leave that one alone. She’s a good singer and his little brother scared off their last talent, so he’s not trying to have a repeat

- Chiha thinks Itachi is a cool boss because he lets her get away with a lot, including eating for free at his cat cafe

- she also gets dibs on the lost and found jewelry that Izuna’s hostesses never bother to come back and claim

- she ran into him at the vet once when taking Naruto’s cat (it’s not Naruto’s) to be seen because it was making weird sounds, and she hasn’t stopped teasing him over how him and the beautiful veterinarian were clearly up to something

Shisui

- she’s his little naive cash cow

- he buys her things to keep her looking tempting, gives her some change here and there, and encourages her to stay single as it benefits him

- his men are in better moods after seeing her preform and they all think they have a shot with her

- and he wants them to think they do. Can’t do that if she’s got a serious boyfriend, especially if he’s an Uchiha. They get a little possessive and he’d hate to have to make that boy disappear

- but at the same time, he also hints that she should be a lot nicer to Nawaki for him. Give the poor guy some attention it will keep him busy and off his ass for a change

- he has no interest in her outside of business, but that hasn’t stopped many people from threatening him about trying anything

- Shisui is the cool older guy that gives her solid advice

- she knows she shouldn’t trust him as much as she does, but she can’t help it and doesn’t get why everyone is so worried about it

- she idolizes him a bit too and wants to believe he wants what’s best for the Uchiha

Nawaki

- he likes her and has a hero complex about “saving” her from the “bad guys” (okay they are bad, but that’s all she’s known. Give her a break )💀

- this all started because they were at the same costume party, not enjoying themselves before they met and got to chatting

- Chiha decided she wanted to try and really seduce a man

- succeeded (it’s as easy as Ino said, hm) learned that Nawaki is a real eater and immediately ditched him after she came

- she never planned on seeing him again but then he showed up at Michi’s parents house (his parents house) In uniform

- which of course was AWKWARD being introduced to her friends big brother that was already very familiar with her in away that isn’t appropriate to mention

- she once again found a quick out via her mom who made her tell her what was so urgent

- Her mom and Mikoto have been laughing about her “little cop bf” nonstop

- Chiha begs Sasuke to be her shield against Madara’s lovers son sense he’s one of the few Uchiha that the police can’t pin anything on (she tried his mom, who loves her dearly, but wanted to plan his untimely death if he was bothering her so much)

#ask #tw suggestive #tattoo shop au #OC: chiha uzumaki #tsau: Senju Nawaki #tsau: Uchiha Shisui #tsau: Uchiha Itachi #tw mentions of violence

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My thoughts on The Rookie 5x04

I… am about to pop off, so please remember this is my opinion. And everyone is entitled to their opinions and feelings, including the ones I don’t agree with so I’m not trying to disrespect anyone who feels differently. And I’m really suspecting a lot of people aren’t going to agree with mine here, but… idk I have to say something.

I just can’t help feeling frustrated. I know a lot of this fandom is fueled by Chenford love, and believe me I am among them. However, I wasn’t a Chenford fan until Day of Death in Season 2. I fell in love with another aspect of this show first, and that was its idealistic portrayal of police work.

I’m not going to get into how fucked up the police are in real life, nor am I going to nitpick all the ways The Rookie succeeds and fails at portraying accurate and ideal police work. All I want to highlight is that this show started out in season 1 by portraying what a police force SHOULD be like. In procedure, discretion, actually protecting and serving, and everything in between. It was refreshing, and I loved The Rookie for it. They doubled down on this in season 3 in a very real way because of real world events that were important for them to discuss given the nature of the show.

Season 4 was a little shaky from a story-telling perspective for various reasons, and maybe this initial point of The Rookie got lost in that drama + the added dramatization a show needs to get to with each passing season, but I’m reminding everyone right now that this show started out on this foot, and to some degree, it needs to keep that integrity.

It feels like everyone who’s mad about John being the center of 5x04 and Rosalind’s attempt to corrupt a noble cop has either forgotten this fact, or doesn’t care about it. Like it or not, Nolan is the original heart of the show, so it IS important he was the focus for this storyline. Because HE represents the morality police should ALWAYS have. Yes, that’s along with Lucy and Jackson, and everyone else still on the show. The core cast of Season 1 Rookie all represented the discussion of just police work in different, complimentary ways, but John was the original center of the show. And the writers have pivoted to accommodate what the fandom is in love with now, but there still needs to be some focus on this touchstone. And Rosalind is a direct foil of that, and specifically John since he’s the original moral center of the show. She represents one of the most corrupt forms of human nature - or rather, a lack thereof. That dynamic has been present in their relationship since she was first introduced, so it makes sense for their story to reach this head.

Furthermore, you DO NOT want to have Lucy or Tim be the one to kill Rosalind unless it was in self defense. Yes, Tim would’ve 100% murdered Rosalind in cold blood if it had been him faced off against Rosalind and Lucy in the tank, but then he’d be finished as a cop. Tim’s morality is as important to his character as Nolan’s is, but Tim is more willing to corrupt himself in the service of a loved one. Remember Lucy said in season 1, “It sure as hell will change you” when he almost did this for Isabelle. And it would here too. And yes, that is 100% hot, but Tim would be unable to continue as a cop if he’d murdered someone like that, and then Chenford would be shot in the foot.

The same goes for Lucy. She is a moral cop, and we want her to stay that way because that’s the nature of this show. We’re already looking at some potential bending of ‘moral lines’ in the fact that Chenford has a power dynamic, so tacking this on would just… be a lot.

Do I think there could’ve been a more interesting plot for such a crucial villain? Sure. I’m disappointed we won’t get to see if Rosalind had plans for Tim and have a reversal of Lucy saving him from whatever torture she put him through. Yes, it would’ve been badass for Lucy to fight Rosalind and win, maybe even put her in the ground in a very real moment of self defense to save Tim/herself (because I’m sorry, forcing someone to kill you across a dinner table on the POSSIBLE chance that you’ll free someone else in a trap is NOT the same thing. It would’ve been murder, so in order for this self defense kill to fly, it’d have to be a very different situation in my opinion).

But Lucy already chose not to face Rosalind again. Taking away Rosalind’s power to get to her in the trial WAS Lucy’s way of beating her, so at least this way preserves that. At least she doesn’t have to endure more trauma in seeing someone else she loves get hurt, or having to kill Rosalind herself (I don’t know if I’ve forgotten, but I can’t recall if Lucy’s killed anyone in the line of duty. So even though Rosalind’s a serial killer who’s traumatized her, that would’ve made an impact on her the same way it did John the first time it happened to him).

So yeah, I think there could’ve been more interesting stories told here, but I understand what this episode meant and I respect it for that. Because at the end of the day, The Rookie is supposed to be about police keeping the line of morality they’re necessarily supposed to have to be worthy protectors no matter what the situation is.

#the rookie #John Nolan #Tim Bradford #Lucy Chen #the rookie season 5 #the rookie 5x04 #rosalind dyer

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skyfallslayer · 2 years

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Cherry || Chapter 1: A Crimson Deception

Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Series

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🍒Series Summary: As a superhero, you always believe in the good that comes with it, and the feeling of bringing hope to people's eyes makes your heart flutter. That is… Until you witness your teammates murdering your husband. Now your world is upside down, and the people you once deemed your enemies are offering you some help. Will you take the bait? Or bury your head in the sand?

🍒Chapter Summary: It's your wedding anniversary, and what should be a special night takes a dark turn for the absolute worst.

🍒Date: 7/28

🍒Rating: Explicit

🍒Word Count: 4788

🍒Warning: Possible OOC with canon characters (?)But there's a reason for that); Major description of Blood and Murdering; Major Language; Brock Rumlow deserves his own warning; Minor Lemar Hoskins x Reader; Betrayal; Canon character death; READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!

🍒A/N: Here it is. The first chapter of the series. Hopefully everyone enjoys it :) But, sadly there's no Bucky in this just yet. Only you and your "teammates" >:)))

And apologies for this taking longer than planned. Work has been... stressful I leave it at that. But I'll try not leave y'all hanging again!

As a superhero, you always believe in the good that comes with it.

You didn’t care about the fame or even the fortune that came your way. Nope. All you cared about was the feeling of happiness every time you saved someone, or used your abilities to stop the enemies from getting away. In your mind, that’s what makes a hero; And that’s what a hero should be about. So…

Why are you staring at something like… like…

Like this?

You could feel yourself shaking in your boots. Your wobbling hand hovering over your open mouth. Your pupils shrunken so small. Your heart beating against your chest; The sound was in your ears, boxing them in.

You watch as your teammate -yes- your fucking teammate stand up, the red ooze dripping off his knuckles, and then sigh with… relief. A blissful, horrifying sound of relief. You almost gagged when he softened his facial expression and cold eyes, along with the two other people present around the body. Then, to give you more of the creeps, they all started talking like this was just a normal, sane, Sunday night activity. The same Sunday of your—

You bite down on your tongue. Hard. You couldn't even finish that sentence. There’s no way you could as you were holding back a scream and tried to take these last few minutes in, but you felt your brain struggling to process it. You can’t dare to take it all in.

Your teammates,

Your friends,

The people you trusted, they were…

Were…

Cold blooded killers.

But before you could even think of anything else, do anything else, you felt someone’s hand over your mouth, and pull into the darkness—

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

// Fifteen Hours Earlier //

A teenager wiped the sweat from his brow as his friend continued to ramble words on this extremely hot day in the city. They ignored the bit of a daze from the sun they had as they stopped at the crosswalk, awaiting for the walking sign to appear.

“-Dude, I’m so excited for ‘Through The Walls 2’.” One said, all bubbling with happiness, as the movie advertisement on a passing bus reminded him of a still fresh memory.

The other boy chuckled, almost rolling his eyes. “The first one was terrible. I’m all about ‘The House of Magic’.” He replies, getting the sign to walk across.

“That movie?” A scoff. “You do realize that Ghost can take on Glamour anytime, right?”

“How? Ghost stays invisible most of the time.”

“Exactly!” He exclaims, as they finally made it to the other side. “She creeps around the enemy, and then… BOOM!!! Goodbye, Motherfuckers!”

“Yeah, but Glamour can use magic to make her visible. How about that?”

“You just don’t want to admit you’re wrong.”

“How am I wrong? I’m–”

The screeching of tires roared behind, followed by sirens belonging to cop cars. The two boys watch an armored truck start plowing through vehicles, and anything in its way. They started tugging on one another, screaming for each other to start running; But fear mixed with adrenaline was never a good combination, as one of them fell flat on their face.

Luckily for them, you were right behind the chaos.

Springing yourself quickly off the rooftop, you landed firmly in front of the boys, letting the truck barreling right into your back. Not moving an inch, and fighting back the whiplash, You felt the metal and steel being ripped apart; You felt the glass and bolts brushing against your skin, the smell of money and ink peppering your nose. It only took a few seconds to find yourself in the back compartment, some of the bank robbers laying around with a zapped look in their eyes.

Poor sods, you thought, and give them a cheeky smile before rendering them completely unconscious.

Four down. Now the two to go.

You blew the strain of hair from your face before pushing open the doors with ease, only to be met with an unpleasant sight. You saw the two drivers, already bloody and bruised, holding their guns against the teenagers’ heads.

You clench your jaw, but you keep a steady and calm expression. "What do you think you're doing, Fellas?" You asked, stalling as much as you could.

You knew your partner was right behind you, waiting to make his grand entrance like usual. You just hope he gets here soon, because the crazy look in your opponents’ eyes could set anyone on edge. You had a nasty gut feeling that their threats weren’t to be taken lightly.

"Stay back, Freak!" One of them said, pressing the barrel further into the trembling boy’s skull. “Stay fucking back!”

You slowly raise your hands up, showing no signs that you’ll be a threat. “Easy, fellas. I’m not moving. I swear.” You say, watching them start taking small steps backwards, trying to get away.

"Let us go! And no one gets hurt." The other finishes, pressing the barrel further too, but his actions didn’t last long, as a throwing knife was soon embedded into his hand.

He howled in pain just as the deliverer showed up, standing beside you. The other gunman throws the kid to the side, and begins shooting at the two of you, only for your partner to take the hits; The bullets ricocheted off his charcoal colored armor, barely even making a dent. You both waited as the magazine was completely emptied, the enemy’s face glowed with fear as your partner faced you.

“Will you do the honors, Ma’am?” He said, and you can tell he was smirking under his full coverage helmet.

You return the expression, and let the tips of your fingers glow purple, before you send a small wave of electricity towards the gunmen, sending them flying across the street. Their bodies fall to a sleeping state, just like you planned.

As the dust around you began to settle, the teenagers stared in awe as they got to their feet. You could practically see the joy coming off of them as they eyeballed the two of you.

“You boys okay?” Your partner asked, getting them all hype that they were even being talked to by the city’s own superheroes.

"Whoa.” One of them said, tugging on his friend’s arm. “Crossbones! And Lady Amethyst!"

"Can we get a picture?" The other asked, almost pleading.

“Of course you can.” You said, chirpy as ever. “Right, Bones?”

“Yeah, of course. Anything for a fan.” He said, gesturing to them to get close.

Just like always, when one picture gets taken, more follows. You wouldn’t be surprised you took a hundred today between talking with the police, or answering questions from nosy news reporters. It was just all part of the job, the lifestyle you chose to follow (not that you were complaining, though). After you and your partner were done, you both rode back to the tower, which was the ninety-nine story skyscraper in the middle of New York; It acted as the heroes’ offices and living quarters. Your HQ.

You were greeted with the usual cheers from the employees as you and Crossbones entered the building, smiling and nodding as usual before taking the express elevator up to the very top. The man next to you sighed, sliding his helmet off and shaking his sweaty hair.

“One day, Y/N, I’ll be able to match you in speed.” He says, and you chuckle.

“You wish, Brock. You wish.” You teased back, taking your domino mask off as well, relaxing.

The doors chimed open right in front of the statues of the Thunderbolts’ (yes, that was your team name) members. You always thought it was a little cheesy that it was there. The way the weird colored stone that touches the ceiling, or maybe you were just salty because your face seemed a bit wobbly.

“That was fantastic!” Your teammate, John, shouted as soon as you two entered the meeting room. “And in a record time I may say.”

“Were you dragging behind again, Brock?” Erik said, leaning back in his seat as he passed.

“Ha, Ha, funny.” Brock said, slapping him in his shoulder.

“Like a turtle.” You said, getting a round of laughter. Your eyes light up as you see your husband making his way over to you, walking around the table. “Hi, Honey.”

“You did great, Baby.” Lemar said, before giving a quick peck on your lips. (Very quickly, you thought, which was very odd to say the least. And there was a slight racing in his steps too. What was going on?) “Happy Anniversary.”

Your smile got bigger, ignoring it for just a moment of peace. “Happy Anniversary.”

But you couldn’t put it on the back burner, you couldn’t put it to the side. You see his smile stay, but you suddenly could feel the aura around him change slightly. You could see the spark in his eyes dimming, and his hands around your waist tightening subtly. You frowned with concern, your teammates behind him fading away.

“Lemar?” You whisper just for him. You could tell something was bothering him, you knew well enough to know when. But why was the million dollar question. “What’s going–”

“Can I talk to you about our dinner tonight?” He said, loud enough for the room. Weird, but you didn’t protest.

Yet.

“Uh… Sure.” You said, letting him lead the way. He tugs on your hand out of the room, letting the voices of your teammates blur away again.

“Don’t go too far! We might get called out again!” John says, peppy.

“Wear protection, Lovebirds!” Erik adds, smug.

You rolled your eyes at that last one, your cheeks immediately feeling hot and pink. God, you forget how embarrassed you can get easily. You still wonder how you even managed to get a first date with your Husband without slurring your words the whole night. As you try to hold onto that memory, Lemar continues to pull you down the hall, looking for a spit to stop and tuck the both of you In. It ended up being a small corner, one out of earshot and some sight you quickly picked up.

You let a sly smile creep up on your lips soon after. “So, this is a little dangerous to be doing this out in the open, you know?” You said, flirtatiously, wondering if you misread his body language earlier.

Oh, How you were wrong.

“Y/N, listen–” Lemar begins, his smile dropping. “I don’t really have time to explain everything right now because… well…”

You watch his eyes flicker towards the ceiling, trailing to a security camera that was barely visible from where you were. He clenches his jaw, and you frown again. This was so not like him. All jittery and not his ever-so-calm self. It was starting to scare you.

“Lemar?” You said, getting his attention. “What’s going on?”

He squeezes your hand. “Listen, just in case this mission goes south, or… I-I don’t make it to dinner tonight-” Another squeeze. “Promise me that you won’t come looking for me right away.”

You furrow your brows, visibly confused. What the hell was he talking about? “I don’t understand. What are you talking about?”

“Y/N–”

“You’re scaring me. What’s going on?” Your mind started searching for some kind of reasonable answer. “Are you involved in something?”

He shakes his head quickly. Too quickly. “No, I’m–”

“Hey, Lemar! Where you at?” John’s voice carried across the corridor.

You watched as your husband seemed to curse mentally, pulling away from you; But not before he squeezed your hand in a desperate, needy way. It made your heart ache for a reason you can’t quite explain yet.

John soon appears, a huge grin on his face, all pumped up for whatever was planned.

“Hey, we’re up!” He continues, strolling over to his friend. “Hostage situation. Police are saying that we might need to sneak in at this point since the offenders aren’t budging. They’re blowing off all cooperation.”

“Sounds exactly like the job for us.” Lemar said, painting his pearly whites back on.

John copies his expression before facing you. “I’ll try to get him back as quickly as I can, Milady.”

You roll your eyes at the nickname, their expression finding its way on your features. “I’m counting on it, Johnny-Boy.”

Lemar snorts and hits him in the shoulder. “That’s my wife, man. Ease off.”

John holds his hands up. “Hey, I’m taken too, you know. Now, say your goodbyes quickly. Can’t waste anymore time.”

“Right, Right.” He gives you another quick (very passionate) kiss on the lips. “Goodbye, Y/N.”

Your heart skipped a beat lovingly. “I’ll see you tonight.”

You didn’t miss the slight falter in his eyes as he pulled away, leaving a new horrible feeling in your gut. Your mind suddenly reels itself back to the conversation, and your body tells you to run after them.

You didn’t even realize you were running.

You were rapidly running down the hall towards the elevator, your feet carrying yourself with hesitation. Through the cracks of the door, you met their startled faces.

“Lemar! John!” You said, choking on your words. What exactly were you supposed to say? You nearly choked on the ones you should have. “Be careful.”

John just smirks at your kindness, but your husband?

Well…

He just continued to frown as the doors shut between the two of you.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You being worried was a huge understatement, but you desperately tried not to read too much into the situation as you paced around your room in the tower. You tried to not think about it, you tried to ignore it as just fictitious paranoia, I mean…

You guys were superheroes. Every day could be your last, and maybe Lemar was just paranoid about some big reconnaissance missions coming up.

You would just nod or just shake your head at every answer you managed to come up with.

Yeah, Yeah. That sounds right.

But you were far from right and you knew it deep down.

You tried taking a shower, but the quietness in your bathroom kept pulling you into your thoughts. You tried watching some TV, but your thumb kept swiping to every news station available. You tried to take a cat nap, but the feeling of being in your guy’s bed, alone was making your heart race. So here you are, sitting on your vanity bench, attempting to put on your makeup for your anniversary dinner in less than 2 hours. You managed to get on some cherry red lipstick and some mascara, but it was so hard to focus right now (which is a shame, you were so damn good at putting on makeup if you say so yourself).

You sighed and put the brush down. You haven’t even picked out what you wanted to wear tonight; You were still wearing your PJs which were old sweatpants and baggy shirt of a band you love. Your hair was put up in a messy bun, and your strands held back by a little black headband. You were a complete utter mess.

Another sigh, and you decided you gotta stop living in your head and get things done. You push yourself off the bench, making your way to walk-in closet, already aiming for a certain one. You smile, fingertips brushing against the red dress with roses cut into the lace. You may be called Lady Amethyst due to your glowing purple eyes, but you honestly loved red. Any shade was fine by you. Speaks to you. You even had a nice pair of shoes picked out already.

As you were ready to take it off the hook when your heel hits something behind. You looked down where your husband’s shoes would be, finding a large suitcase half opened. Your brows pushed together, and you let go of the dress, getting on your knees to roll the luggage out a bit more. As soon as you did that, something slipped through the cracks of the zipper. You reached down to pick up the little blue books with the golden stamps on the front. Your eyes widened.

This is… our passports? You open them up to confirm it, and now your worries have doubled. Why did your husband grab your passport? You guys didn’t request any long periods of time off.

Lemar, what are you doing?

You heard a knock on your door, nearly startling you. “Coming!” You shout, praying you’ll see his face on the other side. You didn’t though. Instead you were met with your bright blue eyed friend. “John?”

“Hey, Y/N.” He said, looking exhausted. Even his suit seems more worn down than earlier (that hostage situation must have been rough). “I came to get my keys.”

“Keys?” You said, giving him a strange look.

“Yeah, my car keys. I let Lemar take my car back here early while I talked to the police, you know since you guys are having dinner.” John must have noticed you palling because his friendly exterior fell flat. “Why? Is he not here?”

“When did you send him?” You asked, trying to keep the shakiness out of your voice.

“About… three hours ago. Is he seriously not here?”

“No. He’s not.”

John frowns. “That’s… odd. Did he meet you at the restaurant? But that would be way too early.”

“No shit.” You bite your lip and think. Now your worries have tripled in price. “Shit…”

Your eyes start frantically looking around, landing on your own set of keys and snatching them before throwing on a sweatshirt, not bothering to sip it up. You gesture John to move out of your way, closing and locking your door.

“Let’s go check the garage. See if he even returned.” You said, earning a nod from John who was just on edge like you. God, you hoped and prayed you would see the car in the garage.

As you rode the elevator down, you anxiously started asking questions.

"When you mean by your car, it wasn't your personal one, right?" You and your team had specific vehicles, one that was your own personal vehicle that you used when you're a civilian; The other one is the company’s, used only when you're out stopping crime.

"No, we took the company one." He said, just as the door slides open, and you both begin your trek to the parking spot.

John cursed upon seeing his spot empty. Now you feel your stomach coil tighter. This could not be happening. Especially on this day. You clenched your jaw, trying to hold it together, and marched over to the otherside of the lot, where all the personal vehicles were. Once in view, you ran up to your husband’s Jeep and peeked inside. His nice button up shirt and pants were hung up in your view, staying in the same position since this morning. He left in the car just in case he had to meet you at the restaurant for whatever reason.

“Fuck…” You muttered, grabbing the sides of your head. “Fuck.”

Lemar, what the hell is going on? What are you–

You felt John’s hand on your shoulder, pulling you from your twisted thoughts.

“Hey, don’t freak out on me yet. I know it’s scary, but we’re going to figure this out. Okay?” He says, reassuringly (but even you can tell there was fear in his undertone).

You nod slowly. “Okay. But what do we do?”

“Look, I’ll head back to where we were earlier, if there’s nothing there I’ll follow up with the police department I and Lemar worked with today. Meanwhile, I want you to head to the restaurant, see if he’s there.”

You nod again, more determinedly. “Okay.”

“Alright. If he’s not there, Y/N, I need you to call me okay? We might have to get the others involved when they get back.”

You felt like your throat was closing up on you, but you gave him another shake of your head in understandment.

“I will.” You fish out your keys from your pocket, unhooking a set of them and handing them over. “Here, you can take mine. I’ll drive my bike over there.”

“Alright.” He says, closing his fist around him. “And Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“Be careful. I don’t like how this is feeling.”

You frown with all the emotions you were feeling right now. And it showed greatly.

Me neither.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You practically ran inside the restaurant after parking your bike, giving a quick apology to the couple you almost hit with the door. You went up to the hostess who was organizing the area.

“Ma’am?” You said, getting her attention. “I’m sorry, but I was wondering if my husband was already here? The reservation should be under Hoskins.”

“Hoskins?” She said, flipping open the book, eyes gazing quickly through. “Hoskins, party of 2 for nine-thirty?”

You eagerly shake your head. “Yes.”

“No, I’m sorry. It doesn’t look like anyone’s checked in yet.” She replies, before checking her watch. “It’s only ten minutes till then. If you want to wait and see if he shows up.”

Ten minutes? You thought about waiting, you thought about holding on the little slimmer of hope that he might just come through the doors, but your mind reels back to the empty parking spot and outfit in the Jeep. Something’s telling you that you’re holding onto a false hope.

You swallow. “Thanks.” You muttered and left.

You rode around the city blocks, keeping your eyes peeled under your visor for anything out of the ordinary. You kept an eye on the time, your fingers aching to almost call John.

Almost.

Almost because you saw a small crowd around two vehicles parked against a curb. You flipped a quick U-Turn, pulling up a few feet away, taking off your helmet and jogging over. You noticed some folks with their phones out taking some pictures, people even posing in front of the car.

John’s car.

Lemar. You thought, hopeful.

“-Do you think US Agent will let me get a picture with him?” A young fan asked his friend.

“As long as Crossbones lets me have a pic with him.”

You raised an eyebrow at that question.

Crossbones? You wandered around the crowd, soon noticing Brock’s car parked in front.

Why is Brock here? Unless…

You looked around the area, realizing this wasn’t the best part of town.

There’s trouble.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°

You hopped over another fence after checking your surroundings, making sure no civilians were following. The last thing you need is a crazed fan finding out who you were or getting involved in whatever Lemar and Brock were in. You sigh quietly at that and keep moving, keeping your senses peeled for anything. When you said this wasn’t the best part of town was spot on, and although this area is mostly abandoned, there are still sometimes where these empty places are filled with druggies or cartel folks.

It made you sad in some way because some older folks at work told you this used to be a nice area growing up. However, you can’t hang onto that because if your husband and teammate were here right now means something big might be happening. You just prayed it’s not going to get out of hand.

You were about to round a corner when you heard a shout. Not a particularly loud one but you heard it. Familiar too.

Your heart sunk and you sprung into action. You wiggle your way carefully into the warehouse, staying as hidden as you could behind all these left behind crates and converter belts that smelled like old food. You scrunched up your sensitive nose a little, holding back the feeling to gag. How could this city just leave it like this?

But you push that thought away as the sound grows louder. Your back was pretty much scraping against the back wall as you squinted in the darkness, gaze trailing on the center of the room. Basking in the moonlight was not only Brock in his uniform, but two more of your teammates as well. Erik was there in his shiny black and gold outfit, and the other woman in the group, Agatha. You tilted your head at the scene, watching them seem to be beating the living shit out of someone.

You furrowed your brows. It was odd seeing Agatha using physical force rather than her abilities. But there had to be a reason for that. So you shook your head and walked carefully, quietly towards them. You weren’t really supposed to be helping/stopping anybody outside of costume. It's a strict policy to keep your identities safe. So you waited, waiting to see if you were desperately needed. But when Erik threw that nasty kick to the face, and the silhouette of the person came into your view, you froze.

There was your husband, still in his uniform, bloody, broken, and bruised. A black right eye and a busted lip dripping crimson ooze. You almost screamed his name on the spot, but the words seemed to die on your tongue.

You watched as Agatha giggled delightfully, and Erik's ghastly grin stretched across his face, All while Brock just made tsk-tsk sounds at him.

“Oh, Lemar, Lemar, Lemar.” Brock said, kneeling before him. “Oh, Lemar, if only you just kept your nosy ass out of our business, then none of this would have happened. Honestly. The truth is–”

He touches your husband’s face, making him wince painfully, continuing, “I never really wanted to kill anyone on my team. I really do see so much potential in all of you, it’s insane.”

His light laughs made your stomach turn in a way they’ve never done before. It made you physically ill on many levels.

“However…” Brock rants on, his grin starting to falter a bit. “You just had to do this. You just had to figure out how the game is really played. You had to play God. Well–” He pulls him closer. “That’s going to cost you, my friend.”

You clenched your fists, trying to keep your nerves calm as you searched for an opening to interfere.

Brock’s grin grew again, even more sinister than before, with an unnerving proposition behind it. “But don’t worry, I’ll make sure your wife’s taken care of. I’ll make sure to be there when she needs me. I’ll hold her at your funeral, and I’ll whisper the comforting things she wants to hear. And maybe…”

He licks his lips at a sudden thought. “Maybe she’ll let me in enough to take care of her. Show her what a real man is. You know?”

As your eyes shined purple for flight—

You watched as Brock snapped Lemar’s neck with ease.

You stifle a gasp with your hand, bolting back into the shadows, behind a crate where you crouched behind. All your confidence was crushed away with that scene.

No…

No fucking way you just saw that.

There’s no way that your friend just—

Oh, god. No.

You peeked around the corner, the salt blurring your vision, but you still manage to make out Brock standing up, blood dripping off his knuckles and sighing with relief.

“Oh, finally.” He said, stretching his arms out, face softened a little. “I was starting to think we wouldn’t catch him.”

“But we did. Thanks to Mr. Stevens here.” Agatha said, praising her murder buddy.

“Just doing my job.” Erik said, shrugging her off. “So, Brock? How do we do this? What are we going to report in?”

“I’m thinking. Give me a minute.” Brock replies, sounding irritated.

“Well we don’t have all day. Remember, it’s this fucker’s anniversary. Y/N and probably John are probably looking for him. You know?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just give me a minute. Damn. I think of–”

But you didn’t listen to the solution he was coming with. You couldn’t. You couldn’t see. You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t think. You couldn’t—

God you almost sobbed loudly on the spot. You almost mourned his name. But you needed to leave. You needed to leave. You needed to leave.

You. Needed. To. Leave.

Now.

You scramble to your feet, hopefully not making too much noise by doing so. Adrenaline is surging through your veins, giving you the will to get the fuck out of here.

You had to go. You had to run. You had to get to John. The police. Somebody! Anybody but them. You just needed to get out of here to breathe, to think. To figure out what the hell that was all about.

But that all went out of the window when you felt someone’s hand over your mouth, and pulled into the depth of darkness…

Silencing your screams.

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐀𝐔𝐋𝐓. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬/𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬/𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞, 𝐬𝐨 𝐈'𝐦 𝐣𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.

𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍!!!

𝐌𝐘 𝐈𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐗

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

‣ Eddie and y/n hating each other until they bump into one another at a gig and conversation sparks between them over their shared love for music. By the end of the night they realize that the other isn’t as bad as they had originally thought (Request I never got to, sadly)

‣ Eddie saves you from a bully one day, and ask you about when the yearbooks will be availble to purchase to he can be the first to sign yours. It was memorable for you, but you grieve the loss of him after the town gets destroyed, and his friends say he died. You visit his grave with a yearbook and sign your name in it for him. Wishing he could’ve signed yours.

‣ Vampire!Eddie. Inspired by the movie The Invitation. The Munsons are a wealthy esteemed family with a shit ton of money they don’t know what to do with. Its your and Eddie’s wedding day, and he taken by how beautiful his wife is, but he can’t bring himself to turn you. The munsons have this tradition where one member of the Munson family who marries and mortal, must turn their significant other before the strike of midnight. Eddie who is very content about your mortality, begins to back out of the idea of turning you and your parents. His mother reminds him that it has to be him to ease you into the truth of who they really are, otherwise they’d be the ones to turn you and you wont be so subject to it being them.

‣ Steve asks Eddie what your unbiguous sign was for him.

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐎𝐍

‣ Takes place where they’re climbing up the rope back into Eddie’s trailer. Vecna takes a hold of you and Steve pleads and begs and shakes you to wake up. He results to singing your favorite song in a soft low crying tone.

𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐂𝐎.

𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐖𝐎𝐎𝐃

‣ Someone tweeted about how Lockwood ended up with pink pajamas cause he washed them with his pink socks so I wanted to write a fic about it lol

𝐁𝐎𝐎, 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐂𝐇

𝐆𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍

‣ Gavin x Ghost!fem!Reader. Gavin worries that something is happening at your house, especially when you’re dad comes to pick you up, he feels that he shouldn’t have let you go back home and tells you how it made him feel the next day. He assumes your dad didn’t hurt you, until months pass and the cops arrest your father.

‣ Gavin suggests that you stand up to your bullies after having seen enough of you getting knocked down in the halls. You tell him it won’t do anything as you discuss who’s car you’re taking to prom. Then decide to take him up on his advice and stand up to them, only for it to back fire on you.

𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐒

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐊

‣ You died during your homecoming in 95’. You’re someone who comes off as closed off to Maddie when she meets everyone but after a heart to heart with her, Maddie comes to understand why you dislike school dances so much. Maddie feels for Wally who asks you to homecoming and prom each year. She gives him some advice and eventually you open up to him about your traumatic death.

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅

𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐊 𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐄

‣ Titled ‘Bittersweet’ After the death of Paige, Derek thought there was no way he’d ever fall back into love again until he met you. His mother bites you after being a witness to your so called friends bullying you. She tells Derek to now look after you, and you get to know each other better. Kate comes into your life and tells you that you’re not needed which end with you meeting the same fate as Paige.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖 & 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐍𝐈𝐊𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒𝐎𝐕

‣ Based off of the song Speak Now. It would follow the premise of the song where Nikolai or Reader is getting married. Nikolai or Reader has been in love with the other for a long time, when they learn that one or the other is getting married they are hurt. Nikolai or Reader attend the wedding and when they hear the preacher say “speak now or forever hold your peace” they stand up.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐌𝐀𝐍

𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌/𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐇𝐄𝐔𝐒

‣ No ideas yet

𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐒

𝐃𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐆

‣ Druig and reader live in New York. The reader gets has a job while Druig explores and prevents fights on the streets, but consistently waits up on her to get home. I think at one point they’d have a dog, Druig isn’t very fond of the dog but slowly grows to love the dog. Also when the fam reunites because Ajax is dead, Druig picks up on the fact that his dog can’t seem to stop growling at Ikaris…cause you know, dogs are a great judge of character and all.

‣ You felt that there may have been a mistake when Arishem created you for he gifted you the ability of manipulation. In order to prevent you from doing harm with your gift, Ajax spent centuries making Druig put you to sleep as she felt you didn’t help humanity advance. Until one day a war breaks out and Ajax tells Druig to put you to sleep, but you cry out, scared to be in another slumber state again. You beg and plead, and Druig refuses to follow through with her requests. In result he takes you with him and tells you how your gift can be used for good doings rather than the lies Ajax constantly feeds you.

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒/𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑

𝐋𝐎𝐊𝐈 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐅𝐄𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍

‣ Titled ‘Things We Say’ You attempted to talk to Loki to try and reassure him about the damage done on Midgard by sneaking into his cell. You bond and cherish being in each other’s presence, but a dispute breaks out and Loki ends up saying some hurtful things, he doesn’t realize that that would be your last and only interaction with each other. Thor later comes to tell him and you had died alongside his mother during the Dark Elves’ raid on Asgard.

‣ Titled ‘Our Nexus Event’ The TVA comes for you after you’ve fallen in love with Loki. You are on your way to meet with him for your date when you’re taken. They explain how you falling in love caused an nexus event and in order to put the timeline back in order they must remove you from the equation. So they take you and before they reset your timeline Loki is left believing that you’ve stood him up right before the memory of your existence gets wiped from his mind.

𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐈 𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐅𝐅

‣ Sergei’s father thought that he was weak like his own mothers, after the Lion incident happened. You help tend his wounds afterwards to which his father finds you both giggling. He claims then and there that love makes you weak. That you make his son weak so he builds a plan to rid you from his life. He executes a plan where he tells each of you that you were to meet the other at a certain location for an ‘event’ he needed to attend and he wanted you both to accompany him. In separate cars you both watch as the building explodes. You think Sergei is dead and vice versa, he thinks you died. His father sends you off with enough money to take care of yourself. You move away with a broken heart and Sergei grows up believing he lost the only person who truly cared about him, that is until years pass by and one faithful day he runs into you. He reevaluates everything his father ever told him about what happened to you.

𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐋𝐄

𝐉𝐀𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒

‣ You ask Jaime whether he’d save you or Jenny, if it came down to only being able to save one of you. You end up getting your answer by the end of the night.

𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐀𝐑: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐑

𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌 𝐒𝐔𝐋𝐋𝐘

‣ You have been struggling with Neteyam’s death ever since the funeral, which has caused The Sullys to worry about your mental health. To ensure you don’t do anything irrational, the kids follow you to the spirit tree every night where you visit Neteyam.

‣ Titled ‘A Game of Tag’ After visiting the village with Spider to play with the Sully kids. You’re left unconscious after Neteyam pushes you in a game of tag. You fall on a rock and your too big of a mask comes off. The Pandora air fills your lungs and causes internal complications. You’re left having to wear a nasal cannula into your teen years, not being allowed to go outside anymore. Neteyam visits you any chance he gets to make sure your health is good, he feels guilty for having ruined your life, but you reassure him every time that it’s not his fault.

‣ Kiri revives Neteyam and you watch in shock and fear as his body floats to the surface.

‣ Being the kleptomaniac that you are. You have a bad habit of stealing things that catch your attention. So when you find out that Norm holds posssession of the only existing mp3 player in Pandora, well you just can’t help yourself and take it. You introduce Neteyam to the music the sky people listened to.

‣ Step Up human au. You catch Neteyam’s eye being the new girl and all. He’s seen some of your art work and was impressed but he was more curious about whether you could dance as well as you could draw.

𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐕𝐈

𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐘

‣ Werewolf!Ethan where he has to look after his sister Quinn because she’s still having trouble with the full moon, so he can’t leave home, and he begins to panic when you enter his window insisting you both go out.

‣ Ethan has had a crush on the reader for as long as he can remember. He’s even gone as far as offering to tutor you in your classes you’re failing. You never thought much of it, until one night he killed you. Ethan pretends to act worried in front of your friends, who suspect foul play, seeing as you had no involvement with the Woodsboro murders. The other thing Ethan has to worry himself about is the fact he can see, and hear you. You haunt him until he confesses to the group what he did. You feed on his guilt and he regrets having killed you.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐎𝐃 & 𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋

𝐓𝐄𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍

‣ You’re a new princess attending the school for good. During your first day you roam the castle and gardens. Unbeknowest to you, you mistaken King Arthurs son for a gardner. Tedros was caught by the head mistress late at night and now has to work in the gardens as his punishment. He is taken back by your lack of knowledge on who he is, having had enough of everyone giving him special treatment, he plays along with who you assume him to be, but how long can he keep the act up?

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐀

𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐄:

‣ When the Pevensie’s accidentally head back into their world, it causes a list of disasters, the first being you his bride, falling into an enchanted coma. “When the old kings and queens arrive, the sleeping queen shall arise. For those who attempt to wake her, shall feel the curse overconsume them.” As the riddle would go to the Narnians. You’d awaken when they came back during Prince Caspians, when the land is in ruins. The enchantment made you young again, just as as he remembers you when he asked you to marry him. Peter and Susan would now be the physical age when he propsed all those years back.

𝐀 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄: 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐎𝐍𝐄

𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐂

‣ Strangers to lovers spiel, where you meet during the first day of the invasion, you think he’s a dick and he’s thinks you’re overprotective of your child. As months pass he proves you wrong and does the inevitable, he sacrifices himself for you and your daughter.

▸ Another strangers to lovers trope, you both save each other and fall in love along the way. You find sanctuary on a empty farm and have a baby together.

𝐌𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐒

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐖𝐀𝐘

‣ Titled ‘Jersey #94‘ Charlie just can’t seem to let you go. After your tragic death Charlie has gone out of his way to make sure that the memory of you stays alive. Even if that means requesting for Bombay to make a jersey with your number on it everytime they got new uniforms.

𝐆𝐔𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄

‣ The Ducks as Adults find out the reason you couldn’t make it to the reunion was bc you were in the hospital with cancer (I scraped this, but I still have the doc)

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐆𝐔𝐘

𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐘

‣ After the loss of you, Keys goes out of his way to dedicate an NPC to you.

𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐀 𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐑𝐂

‣ Bartender!Charles Leclerc x fem!Reader. Reader sees her eex with someone new and Charles tries everything to make her night

‣ Mafia!Charles Leclerc x fem!Reader

‣ On the verge of stardom. You start to gain more attention following your feature on Enrique Iglesias newest single as well as having a very successful Formula 1 driver as your boyfriend.

#juls vault #juls masterlist #fic ideas

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ashintheairlikesnow · 3 years

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hmmm can vampires get sick? maybe sick vampire chris thinking Jake is gonna pull out or file down his fangs? or just thinking Jake’s gonna hurt him?

CW: Sick whumpee, vampire whumpee, blood drinking, vague implications of past sadistic/creepy whumper, dehumanization, vague tooth/mouth whump (nothing direct, but aftermath)

Sort of a sequel to this piece, part of the Vampire Chris AU

"What hurts?" He keeps his voice low, and carefully doesn't hesitate before he lays a hand over the vampire's forehead. Of course it feels lukewarm, room temperature, but he still goes through the motions of feeling for a fever. It's muscle-memory, instinct, and he keeps forgetting Chris is dead.

He has been dead for a long time, if his occasional comments on what sounds like Prohibition are true.

"Bones," Chris whimpers, twisting where he lays in Jake's bed. There's a bright flush in his cheeks from the blood he'd drained from the two men who broke into the house. Those odd eyes glitter, overbright. "My... m'bones hurt, Jake."

His mouth opens, pulling air in over his tongue and down his throat in soft pants, and Jake is reminded that vampires don't sweat. Not the same way, anyway, although with enough blood they can, in thin sheens of pink-tinged liquid that are even more alarming than their tears.

His fangs are visible this way, razor-sharp canines that come down further than the rest of his teeth, a brighter white than all the others from being pulled and regrowing so many times.

Jake swallows against his nervousness, brushing hair away from the vampire's forehead. His slit pupils are dilated, taking up too much of the iris, and he tells himself that Chris is as scared as he is of the instincts that drive him, barely understands them.

Vampires aren't animals - but when they don't understand themselves, they act like it sometimes.

"Do you think maybe those guys were on something? Like, a drug maybe?" He pets through Chris's hair, fingercombing his hair, and watches Chris's eyes flutter closed.

It's hard not to feel more than a little reassured not having to look at them any longer. Which makes him feel guilty, considering this not-a-kid kid just beat up people for hurting him.

Killed them, his brain whispers. Killed them like he could kill you.

"May, maybe," Chris mumbles, and pants again.

His gums seem oddly dark, where normally they're pale, and Jake frowns. He wishes now he knew more about vampire physiology, that he'd paid more attention in class when they took the safety courses on how to avoid them.

There's not exactly a class on caring for one - not unless you can afford to purchase them outright.

"Well, when you were-... uh, before you found us... did you ever feel like this?"

Chris's eyes blink slowly back open and he nods. "Sometimes. My, my, my, my-... someone would, um, take something before, before the party, and I'd..." He groans and shudders. Jake can see the pain move through his body as he trembles nearly violently. "I'd feel like, like, like this after... for hours..."

"Okay. So... probably you just have to let this get worked out of your system, right? Or... is there a medicine?"

"No... just... just drink more." Chris looks up at him, eyes so wide and sad and scared and hurting, and grabs onto his wrist with one hand. Those cool fingers are never not a little startling, colder than the air around them, than the rest of his body.

Vampires have poor circulation, Jake knows, even when they're filled up on a fresh meal. He's seen Chris heal his own wounds before with his tongue, had him explain that they don't heal on their own with time if they're on hands or feet.

"Chris-"

"You, you, you, you-... can, um, you can take my teeth after. You can. I'll hold still. I'll, I'll be good." Chris's plea is barely a whisper.

His nails, which must have been a little too long when he was killed and turned, dig painfully into Jake's wrist in his desperation.

"I'll be so, so, so so so so good, Jake. So good for you, and then, you can, you you you can take my teeth-... Sir always liked it, it makes me me me cry, we we cry blood, Sir liked to take photos of it-"

"Sssshhhh. Hush, Chris." Jake's mind races. There are others in the house, but-... he can't ask them to give up blood to Chris. They've already taken over cleaning the blood up from the hardwood floor. Nat's already dealt with talking to the cops and the EMTs and the coroner before the bodies were taken away. They already handled hiding Chris in a false-backed closet while Jake was interviewed by police officers who looked interested and excited,, not disturbed.

It's not every day you see a vampire attack, after all.

Mostly they're under control, kept on leashes and muzzled like dangerous dogs, the property of rich celebrities looking for novelty in a world where they already have everything. The few ferals are killed pretty fast.

Or so everyone says.

Jake is starting to wonder if there are more vampires out there than he knows about.

The cops had even insisted on checking the attic, as if Chris was a bat they might find hanging upside down. That had been ridiculous, but it's not like Jake could say he knew better without being asked how he knew so much about them in the first place.

Oh, because we keep one like a stray fucking puppy. That wouldn't go over well.

He feels a little woozy from the adrenaline crash, and still aches from the bruised ribs where he was kicked around. His mouth aches from the duct tape they'd put over it, and he'd got a hell of a rash starting around his wrists. He's so exhausted he might collapse.

But... Chris really did show up right on time, and maybe saved his life.

Chris pulls Jake's wrist to his face, nuzzles into the inside of it against the pale blue veins that show through the thin skin. Jake shudders at the feeling, swallowing back a low-level disgust.

He wonders how old the teenager really is - he wonders that all the time.

"You c-can have my teeth, after," Chris whispers, lips moving against Jake's skin. "You can keep them. Sir used to, to, to keep them in a box and show m-me. Just, please, please help me feel better, Jake, please... It won't hurt."

Jake closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. "If it'll help... fine. But I'm not taking your teeth. They're yours."

"Thank you," Chris breathes out. "That's, that's, that's okay. I can still fix it for you. Thank you, Jake." His fangs slip back into Jake's skin as easily as a heated knife through warm butter.

The venom hits his bloodstream before the pain hits his nerves, and Jake feels himself slump over, head falling onto Chris's shoulder as all his limbs go dead.

It almost feels good, as his ribs stop aching, and the bruises stop throbbing on his skin. He can see why rich people love it as a party drug. You could drift in this place of perfect no-pain for a long, long time.

He feels only the wet movement of Chris's tongue, the shift of his fangs, the soft pressure of the other teeth pushing down. Chris purrs softly, drinking his blood like a kitten lapping milk.

It goes on and on, and for one terrifying second Jake thinks he's not going to stop until he's dead.

"Ch-... Chris-"

Those fangs slip suddenly out of his skin, the wet cool tongue licks rough over his wounds - closing them instantly.

The venom slowly fades, the aches and pains settling back into his body. Jake groans, feeling weak and exhausted.

Chris has to push him up off his shoulder, with unnatural strength moving him to lay on his side on the bed. Jake can barely keep his eyes open.

Chris, leaning over him, could rip his throat out and he couldn't even raise a hand to try and defend himself right now. Jake sees the body of the first dead robber behind his eyelids, the expression of horror written in eternal rictus in his expression, the blood down his shirt and puddled beneath him on the floor. The other man, fighting until he stopped, slumping until Chris had drained him to death.

"I feel better," Chris whispers, kneading at Jake's shirt briefly. "I, I, I feel so much better. Go to, um, go to sleep, Jake. I'll fix it so you're safe."

Jake can't even begin to understand what that means before he's already slid into something more like unconsciousness than actual sleep. The world around him simply goes black, and the last thing he feels is Chris pulling a blanket up to his chin.

The last thing he hears is those soft padding footsteps leaving the room.

When he wakes, he finds two fangs, pristine white with bloodied roots, sitting in a washcloth next to where his head lays on the pillow. he finds a pair of small pliers on the bathroom sink, with droplets of red around them.

The sun is shining outside the window, a bird singing loud enough to drive a drillbit into his head, and Chris is curled up asleep in the dark at the back of a closet, mouth slightly open.

Jake stares down at the empty spots where his fangs should be, and wonders if he's grateful, or horrified.

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ratofthemedievalsewers · 3 years

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Heart of Steel - Part I

DBH Connor x Male Reader

Word Count: 2.5K+

Content warning: Minor injury detail, PTSD, language

Original game dialogue I got from this video:

https://youtu.be/32Np9LKI1Vg

We were attacked in the night.

After returning from a mission back to an outpost several miles from the red zone, we removed our gear save for a few pouches on our belts we could bother with later. Our team leader set up a fire while the SQ800s, CyberLife commissioned combat androids, began loading up the trucks with extra artillery and resources. A job that could have waited until morning, but Alpha always gave the androids something to do. He said that they creeped him out when they would just stand there in a dormant state, waiting for their next mission to be given to them.

"You know what I'm going to do when I get home?"

"Here we go again."

"I'm going to get me a WR400," Foxtrot; not everyone's favourite but he certainly kept us entertained when there was nothing to do.

"Uh-huh and with what money are you going to be using to pay for this WR400? A military salary definitely ain't gonna cut it." Echo always called out Foxtrot's bullshit, he was the only one that had the patience to deal with him.

"Fine, my birthday is comin' up, if you put towards two-thirds of what it costs we can share. How does that sound?"

"I am not sharing anything with you, I don't know what diseases you carry." Their constant back forth sent chuckles through the group.

"Alright, that's enough you two. It's getting late and past everyone's bedtime, I want you all awake by O-five-hundred at the latest," Alpha would often stop them before Foxtrot would take it too far, but he could never hide the twitching smile on his face.

"Yes sir," Foxtrot mock saluted as he stood from his seat around the campfire. "Hey Echo, that offer is still-"

One moment Foxtrot had a wide grin on his face, the next there was a hole in his head between his eyes, the sound of gunshot ringing in everyone's ears.

"SHOTS FIRED! GET TO COVER NOW!"

"FOXTROT IS DOWN! I REPEAT, FOXTROT IS DOWN!"

It was dark, we couldn't see where they were firing from. The android was the only one still standing, firing off in random directions as they were gunned down. The next was Delta, shot in the left shoulder, then the throat. My gun was back in my tent and there was no chance of me getting it. Stupid.

"MEDIC! GET TO DELTA! NOW!"

"GRENADE!"

I heard the thump by my feet before I saw it. You would think it would be terrifying, to know you're staring death in the face, but for a second it was peaceful. My body was cold and I already felt like a corpse, the Rigour Mortis freezing me in place, just softly gazing at what would kill me.

Something grabbed me before the grenade exploded, saving my life but destroying the android.

The bedsheets were crumpled and soaked in sweat again when my eyes shot open. It was hard to breathe, the panic was still running through me and closing up my throat at the memory.

In; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four. Out; one, two, three, four. Hold; one, two, three, four.

It took a few minutes for me to remember where I was. That I was home and that I was safe. Out of nervous habit, I gripped my dog tags, they were wet from the sweat that had soaked through my shirt in the night.

"Shit." It was four in the morning, there was no chance of getting any more sleep and the station wouldn't be open for another two more hours at the least. Saying that; Fowler wanted to speak to me first thing, which never meant anything good for anyone.

It was aching again at the joint. The biomechanical component always felt itchy where it joined at the elbow. Anytime I would have that dream I would scratch at it in my sleep, it was like my subconscious knew it didn't belong. It knew my rotting left arm was still in the desert somewhere being picked apart by vultures.

It's almost ironic; to be saved by an android and then to have part of one attached to me. I hated it.

*****

"Morning Cyborg, you look like shit." Gavin was forever pleasant to talk to.

"Fuck off, Reed." He constantly hovered around the coffee machine, hogging it like it was his newborn baby. "Is Fowler in yet?"

"Not yet, you in trouble?" He took his time making his coffee, exceeding in being the department's resident asshat. "Did he catch you looking at porn on your work terminal again?"

"I'm pretty sure that's only ever happened to you." Not wanting to be reminded of his previous escapades I got no response. Gavin let out a small huff before moving to the side with his fresh cup of coffee, freeing up the machine.

"Officer (L/N)." Oh for fuck's sake.

"Sir?" Captain Fowler stood outside his office, his coat half soaked from the rain.

"My office, I need to speak to you." He didn't give a second glance to me before turning and letting the glass door shut behind him.

"Ha, good luck cyborg." Shooting Gavin the middle finger, I followed Captian Fowler into his office.

"What was it you wished to talk about, sir?" Feet shoulder-width apart, back straight and hands behind my back; habits from the army were destined to die hard. Often I would find myself moving my hand up to salute before leaving the presence of a superior, something else for Gavin to make fun of.

"You're aware of the deviant cases I've assigned to Lieutenant Anderson, correct?" Fowler sat at his desk, wet coat now hung on its rack, but there was slight dampness to his suit blazer where his coat had been left open.

"Yes sir. I believe he's being accompanied by a prototype RK800 from Cyberlife."

"That's correct. I'm sure you're aware that these deviancy cases are on the more..."

"Dangerous?"

"...Unpredictable side. Now, I can't exactly issue a gun to a prototype android if it's going to be in the field and, while I value Hank as a police officer, his record is on the rougher side."

"Captain Fowler, with all due respect, I don't believe-"

"Office (L/N), with all due respect, you don't have an opinion in this matter. I want you to accompany Lieutenant Anderson in these assignments just in case a deviant becomes too much for him or this android to handle. You've certainly got the skillset for it and you're not unfamiliar with working alongside androids, unlike quite a few officers in this department."

"I understand that, but-"

"Whatever you're gonna say I don't want to hear it." Captain Fowler didn't give me a chance to argue as he stood and walked to his office door, the annoyed look on his face worsening. "Hank, in my office!"

I let out a sigh before Captain Fowler turned back to his desk. Through the office wall made of glass Hank reluctantly made his way towards us grumbling something under his breath at the request, the RK800 model obediently following behind him like a little, lost puppy. Hank sat in the chair opposite Fowler while the android stood next to me, giving a small smile as a greeting.

Captain Fowler was the first to talk, "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their android maids and that kind of crap... But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides, like that guy last night. This isn't just cyberlife's problem anymore, it's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it before the shit hits the fan. I want you to investigate these cases, alongside officer (L/N) and see if there's any link."

"Why me? And why do I need a god damned partner? A stupid android is already too much. Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit?" Props to Hank for trying, but arguing with Fowler was like talking to a brick wall. "I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case! I know jack shit about androids, Jeffery. I can barely change the settings on my own phone."

"Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation," They were already starting to blow up at each other.

"Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fuckin' androids and you left me holdin' the bag!"

"CyberLife sent over this android to help with this investigation and I've given you (L/N) as well. You've got a state of the art prototype and a leading police officer to act as your partners."

"No fuckin' way! I don't need partners, and certainly not this plastic prick and some action hero fucker."

"Nice working with you too, Lieutenant Anderson," I said under my breath, not intending for the others to hear. Connor turned his head slightly in my direction, I could see his LED blink yellow for a moment before going back to its bright blue.

"Hank, you are seriously starting to piss me off! You are a police lieutenant, you are supposed to do what I say and shut your goddamn mouth!"

"You know what my goddamn mouth has to say to you, huh?"

"I'll pretend like I didn't hear that, so I don't have to add any more pages to your disciplinary folder 'cause it already looks like a fuckin' novel! This conversation is over."

"Jeffrey, Jesus Christ! Why are you doin' this to me? You know how much I hate these fuckin' things. Why are you doin' this to me?" Most of the department knew why he had such a distaste towards androids, no one could necessarily blame him. Ever since losing his son Hank had become completely different as both a person and an officer. Admittedly, Fowler was harsh on him, but if he wasn't then Hank would drift.

"I've had just enough of your bitching. Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." Hank left in a strop, letting out his frustration on Fowler's office door.

"Well then..." Connor was quick to break the tense silence. His voice caught me off guard, it was smoother, more human than any android's I had heard before. The SQ800's voices had always been more robotic than other models so it had been a shock when the androids back home had sounded so normal, it felt like that all over again. It was jarring. "I won't keep you any longer. Have a nice day captain."

Connor left and I followed behind, giving a small nod of dismissal to Fowler despite him still looking at his terminal screen.

The android went straight to Hank either oblivious or ignoring the lieutenant's current bad mood, granted there was never a time the bastard was in a good mood. Heaven itself could rain down on Detroit and he'd huff at it like a hair in his food.

"I got the impression my presence causes you some inconvenience, Lieutenant. I'd like you to know I'm very sorry about that. In any case, I'd like you to know I'm very to be working with you." Ever the enthusiast.

"I'd give in now. You're talking to a toddler in a fifty-year old's body and the toddler is having a hissy fit." I half sat and half leant against Hank's desk, using my arms to support my weight.

"Apologies, I don't believe I've introduced myself. My name is Connor, I am the android sent by CyberLife." He turned to me, a gentle and manufactured smile on his face. "It's a pleasure to be working with you too, officer (L/N). I'm sure we'll make a great team."

"Er... (Y/N) is just fine."

"Is there a desk anywhere I could use?"

"No one's using that one." Hank points to the desk opposite him, while still sulking like a child.

"Gasp, it speaks," I said in a sarcastic tone while turning to Hank.

"Fuck off. I've already got an android on my ass, I don't need you on it too."

I grabbed a terminal pad before perching myself back at the edge of Hank's desk while Connor got comfortable at the empty one. The light at the side of his head flashing yellow for a moment like he was hesitant to speak."You have a dog, right?"

"How do you know that?"

"The dog hairs on your chair. I like dogs. What's your dog's name?"

"What's it to you?" Hank shifted in his seat, "...Sumo... I call him Sumo."

"Under all those shitty shirts and questionable stains there's a warm, beating heart," I say more to myself than the other two, skimming over the recent case files sent in by Fowler.

"Officer (L/N)... (Y/N), knowing that we'd be working together I read your academy and field records. You have quite an interesting background."

"Oh yeah, then you understand that I may be a little driven to get these cases over with. I can't say I'm a fan of you terminators."

"I understand you have a... warped view of androids due to what you've experienced, but I hope you understand that I am your partner and not your enemy."

"Connor, you're not my partner, you're cyberlife's latest gizmo for us kick around." I sigh, turning to sit at my desk adjacent to hanks, taking the terminal pad with me. "Just look through the deviant case files. Terminals on your desk, knock yourself out."

They're nothing but machines. They are not your friends.

"Two-hundred and forty-three files, the first date back nine months. It all started in Detroit... And quickly spread across the country." Connor had only connected the terminal moments before.

"Don't work your CPU too hard," I mutter under my breath, catching a quick huff of amusement from Hank.

"An AX400 is reported to have murdered a man last night. That could be a good starting point for our investigation." Hank was doing his best to pretend Connor didn't exist, but the android was persistent. Connor stood from his chair and made his way into Hank's personal space.

"Uh, Jesus..." Hank turned his chair away.

"I understand you're facing personal issues, Lieutenant, but you need to move past them and-" For an android, Connor has some balls on him.

"Hey! Don't talk to me like you know me. I'm not your friend and I don't need your advice, okay?" Hank's mood had soured like milk, it wouldn't be long until Fowler was adding another page to Hank's disciplinary folder.

"I've been assigned this mission Lieutenant, I didn't come here to wait until you feel like working."

"Connor, you're just gonna-" I had wasted my breath, Hank had already stood and was grabbing onto Connor by the collar of his Cyberlife jacket and slamming against the screen next to his desk. "Hank!"

"Listen asshole. If it were up to me, I'd rather throw the lot of you in a dumpster and set a match to it. So, stop pissing me off... or things are gonna get nasty."

"Hank," I placed a hand on his shoulder to try and lightly pull him away from Connor but only earned a nasty side-eye. "Leave off him, you don't get paid enough to replace him."

"Lieutenant... Officer (L/N), uh... sorry to disturb you," Looks like the tin can was saved before Hank could knock the light out of him, "I have some information on the AX400 that killed that guy last night. It's been sighted in the Ravendale district."

"I'm on it." Hank didn't glance back when he dropped Connor's collar. The puppy dog look on his face almost made me feel bad for him... almost.

"Come on, WALL-E. Don't want to keep the old man waiting."

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Few Too Many

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing, In-game violence and death, Suggestive comments

Genre: Protective fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Jealousy is a dangerous thing, especially when the jealous person is armed with a gun....in a game of Counter Strike. At least Y/N’s friend will now know not to mess around and flirt with her, especially not with Corpse around.

Requested by 🐐 Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request! Sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request but here it finally is! I didn’t want to make it IRL violence to avoid triggering anyone while I also felt it’d be very ooc for Corpse to beat someone up but I still hope you enjoy the fic if you come across it and read it! Love, Vy ❤

“Hey everyone!“ Y/N greets her squad as they all customize their characters while I sit there, observing and unknowing of what I’m supposed to do. “I invited Corpse to play with us today, hope y’all don’t mind.”

“Of course not! Nice to finally meet you, Corpse. We’ve heard a ton about you from Y/N, thanks for making our girl the happiest she’s ever been.“ One of her friends says, the tone of his voice suggesting he’s only half-joking with the dad like comment he made.

“Nice to meet you too, man. Glad I’m the one she gave the chance of making her happy. That’s all I ever wanna do.“ Though it may sound cheesy, as guys, her friends can probably read into how genuinely I mean what I’ve said.

Dating a girl with only guy friends has it’s pros and cons. Which outweigh which is still up for debate since I’m still researching, but so far so good in my opinion. This is the first time I’m interacting with them directly so I’ve still got a long way to go in terms of getting to know them and the details of their relationship with Y/N better. Regardless, I at least know they can easily understand me and put themselves in my shoes if I ever ‘mess things up’ with Y/N and she goes to complain to them - something that will most likely never happen. I’d never dare make this girl upset. Chances are, if I do, her friends won’t get to me on time - I would deliver my own punishment just the way I think I deserve it. However, there’s also the chance of them getting super protective of her and ganging up on me over something as small as a fight. By the many things and stories Y/N’s shared with me about them, I believe they wouldn’t think twice about kicking someone’s ass for her. They’re not massive dudes - I’ve seen pictures of them - but I for one don’t ever wanna see em angry.

“Ay bro, what’d you do to score our best girl? You must know what she likes. If so please, by all means, do tell.“ One of them, not the one who was previously talking, speaks up, his words making me furrow my brows in both confusion and irritation.

I open my mouth to complain as I slowly start cracking my knuckles when Y/N and her friends beat me to it. Thing is, Y/N’s friend group consists of three guys and her and yet four voices scolded the guy that made that suggestive comment. That being said, this guy probably isn’t considered to be one of her friends, at least not one that’s a permanent part of her friend group.

“Seth, cut it out!“ The guy I was previously speaking to says sharply before softening his tone to refer to me, “Sorry about my brother, excuse his lack of brain cells, please.“

Just then, I also receive a message from someone. Checking my phone, turns out it’s Y/N who by the way is currently in the living room while I’m in the recording room. Her text reads:

Y/N ~ Ignore Seth. I told Leo to not invite him but he’s still here somehow

I send her back a quick reassuring text before answering the guy I now know is named Leo, “No worries, it’s fine.”

“See? The guy can take a joke, you’re all just freaking out over nothing!“ Seth laughs, reminding me and the others of how loud he is compared to us.

Despite acting like it’s no big deal, I can’t help but admit to myself that this behavior of Seth’s has awoken a deeply buried suspicion of mine that’s not only mine but also arises in every guy whose girlfriend hangs out with a lot of guys. It’s not that I don’t trust Y/N - she could literally blindfold me and tell me to walk through a pool of lava, promising it wouldn’t hurt and I’d do it - but we all know about that saying that every guy in a group with one girl has liked said girl at least once.

Disturbing to think these four, including Seth five, dudes could’ve possibly been my competition at some point. It’s nice that they’re all super chill about it, mostly cause some of them have girlfriends as I was told.

Nevertheless, we get over that hiccup and carry on with the small talk and preparations for the game. Since it’s my first time playing CSGO, Y/N, Leo and her other friend Clancy explain the mechanics to me in detail to avoid me getting confused mid-game and getting myself killed. When they finish, we start the round and wait for the game’s algorithm to separate us into two teams which Y/N jokingly refers to as cops and robbers. Unfortunately, the end result of that separation ends up being me getting put in the terrorists’ force with Leo and Clancy while Y/N’s with the FBI, partnered with Seth and her other friend Evan.

“Alright, team, we shall now disperse. Corpse, remember, if you see more than one of them, radio in and lay low, we’ll be with you as soon as possible.“ Leo informs me as he runs off in one direction, Clancy going in the opposite. I confirm I understand and go along my way too, heading for this ancient looking structure that looks like it could belong in an old-timey movie.

Walking in, I realize the place is way bigger than it appeared on the outside. A quick look up confirms that there are three fucking floors above, not to mention that the ground floor is huge. Luckily, there are many crates and barrels to hide behind if I come across an FBI agent. I sure as hell hope it’s Y/N, I could maybe even try talking her into giving me a second chance at life and pretend she never saw me. Come to think of it though, I’d probably prefer getting killed by her rather than her friends - especially Seth.

Given that we’re in a Discord call, I can hear all the conversation going on. They are all quiet though, I can just periodically hear the mumbles of someone muttering to themselves as they navigate the map cautiously out of fear of running into their opponent unprepared. The silence is put to an end though when Seth speaks up, addressing Y/N.

“Yo, your boyfriend’s with the terrorists, ain’t he? That’s like the universe giving you a sign that y’all shouldn’t be together.“ The fucker laughs at his own joke while I can literally hear Y/N rolling her eyes.

“Have you heard of Romeo and Juliet, Seth?“ She asks sarcastically, almost getting a chuckle out of me but I suppress it to avoid getting caught listening in.

“Yeah, they both die at the end. Fucking boooriiinngg.“ Just then, I spot two silhouettes entering the building. Aiming my gun at them reveals their names - just the people I’m currently involuntarily eavesdropping on. Seth and Y/N don’t notice me though so I quickly duck behind a crate and prepare to radio in when Seth continues verbally torturing Y/N and dancing on my last nerves, “I personally think the friends-to-lovers trope is far more interesting...“

Did this guy just- no, he’s gotta be fucking kidding me

I’m left with my jaw hanging in disbelief at this guy’s audacity. I have no doubt Y/N’s about to put him in his place herself but I just gotta have my own chat with this guy. And by ‘chat’ I mean I mindlessly rush out from behind the crate towards where I saw him and Y/N and open fire on him. I hear his startled and upset screams with Y/N’s laughter in the background. She doesn’t try to stop me as a teammate of his should and would, instead she just observes the scene unfold, laughing her ass off.

“Yo man what the fuck was that for?!“ I hear Seth’s yell but only faintly since the sound of gunshots is still echoing through my headphones. Yeah, I’m not done shooting this fucker.

“Corpse...Corpse, buddy...“ Y/N manages through fits of laughter she cannot tame, “That’s a few too many bullets, he’s already dead.”

“And that was a few too many comments for him to be let off the hook.” I answer as sharply as I can with the new-formed smile on my face. What can I say, her happiness is contagious.

“Well, you got your first kill in CSGO. Good job, babe! I’m super proud of you!” She cheers for me, clapping her hands excitedly.

“Nah that was my first overkill.“ I quickly add, with a more threatening tone: “And it won’t be my last.”

“Let’s just hope there aren’t few too many of these overkills either.“ She snickers.

“That doesn’t depend on me, babe.“ I say smugly, suggestively enough for Seth to pick up the dropped hint. Mother fucker’s officially been put in his place and I couldn’t possibly be happier - with the added bonus of getting a ton of laughter out of Y/N who also decides to walk away, leaving me unharmed but promising to shoot to kill next time she sees me.

I’m ok with that. She could kill me anyday.

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lydias--stiles · 3 years

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you keep my head from going under

chenford | drabble | post-4x01 | title: bruises // lewis capaldi

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Intellectually, Tim Bradford knew this made sense.

Jackson's death hit everyone hard, but Lucy took the punch. She was his best friend, his roommate, his confidante; a fellow rookie. More than once had Tim heard her jokingly refer to Jackson as her 'little brother', though her sweet tone said otherwise. It wasn't a joke. Lucy and Jackson were family and she just lost her brother.

So, yeah. It didn't take a genius to figure out Lucy needed someone to grieve with, that would understand, that would give her space and closeness and everything in between. Intellectually, Tim deduced he was the right fit for that. Nyla and her weren't super close, Angela was busy with the baby, the weird history with Nolan kept him out of the equation, too. (Tim didn't even begin to question or plow through that one — for his sanity, it was best he never found out.)

Emotionally, however, it was a whole other ball game. Because Lucy wasn't just his friend, or previous rookie, or fellow police officer. She was Lucy. Tim preferred to not linger on the multitudes she contained, but in vulnerable times like these, it was hard not to.

The perfume, a blend of cardemom and roses and citrus, tickling his nose when they hugged. The chime of her laugh every time he sold a joke. Drifting gaze on her pouted lips as she calculated a situation or problem, as though he shouldn't be focusing on the same thing. Her soothing voice, her bravery, her enviable resilience, her strength and smarts and style. Her, her, her. An intoxicating dosis of her as she slept over multiple times a week on the couch, mere feet away from his lonely bedroom.

Safe to say it drove him wild.

He had to remind himself he was a goddamn thirty-six year old man that has fought wars and faced Death every day on the job. He literally underwent an illegal mission to Guatemala to save Angela. But he couldn't keep his cool because the woman he liked slept in the other room? The fuck?

Then again... 'like' might be an understatement. Tim would be a fool if he didn't recognise his feelings for Lucy had grown past a simple infatuation, or prolonged adrenaline rush. Tim loved her.

Which was why he always waited in bed until he heard her alarm softly ring in the other room a bit past seven, listening how she stumbled from the couch to the bathroom, allowing him the limited time to tidy his (her?) couch and prepare breakfast. When she found out the first time, she objected, but his cool exterior and snark quickly shot that discussion down.

Which was why he bought her coffee and lunch more often during their breaks. His stomach twisted inside out with stupid pubescent glee each time her face lit up at the sight of a perfect burger with extra pickle, ordered without having to ask.

Which was why he didn't intercept whenever dudes started asking her out again, though the sympathetic looks of Nyla and Nolan nauseated him plenty. He felt a quiet sense of satisfaction with each rejected man.

Now, Tim didn't toss and turn at the seven fifteen alarm. He waited, he listened to her disappear into the bathroom, he got up and got moving, put on the radio (a music station, since she liked that) and cracked open eggs above a simmering pan. It felt natural. Especially when Lucy emerged in her street clothes and slipped around him to the coffee maker, as if this was a regular morning for them.

Maybe it was.

Pouring her cup, Lucy moved past him to the breakfast bar when he stopped her at the last moment, impulsive.

Her brows raised. "What?"

Before all the bullshit, Isabelle and him had been an easy match. They were made of the same cloth: pragmatic, straightforward, efficient. Though Tim did truly love her, he held different emotions for her than now for Lucy. This felt... insurmountable. Indescribable. His mouth opened and closed, yet nothing in the English language could explain what he experienced each second of the day when he was with her and when he wasn't with her. He felt himself going mad. Tim was in love with Lucy.

Figuring their staring match had gone on too long, he dropped her elbow and crossed his arms instead. "I love you."

Lucy blinked. "W-what?"

Tim caught what he said a beat too late. What the fuck. "Yeah."

"Um... okay." She set her cup down and nervously clutched onto her necklace. Tim felt himself being ripped in all directions by monstrous tides, not being in control rather uncharted territory. "Can- can we talk about this after... work? Please?"

Tim grimaced. "And sit it in the shop together all day? That'll be worse than your last day as boot."

"Well," she sputtered, decidedly taking a step back. "I'm sorry, but you kind of sprung this on me, so..."

"I know," he rushed. "I know that. But you can't deny something is..." God, he hated this. He hasn't done this in years. Mustering the courage, he continued with, "there. You're a good cop, Lucy, you know it, too."

She groaned, exasperated. "Please don't make this about our job."

"I'm out of my depth here, Lucy!" he exclaimed. Frustration rose. "Just- let's finish the conversation now. I can't do it later."

"Can't or won't?"

"Lucy."

Her face steeled in a way he hadn't seen before. Her lips set in a thin line, jaw taut, yet her eyes shimmered with unbridled emotion that only she possessed of. He thought back of the infamous wedding, prior to the abduction, of how beautiful she looked, of her red lips stretched in a teasing smile. He remembered just how great that moment felt, that if he could, he'd prolong it.

"Tim..." she whispered. Her saddened tone held no hint of silver lining, his shoulders dropping with defeat. "We've lost... I can't lose more people that I love."

He latched onto her hands in a snap. Suddenly, the words came to him. "You won't though. You won't lose me."

Lucy shook her head, unshed tears welling, though didn't let go. "You can't promise that. Jackson didn't think he'd die so soon either."

"But is that really the thing that should hold us back? Life is unpredictable. Tomorrow, it could all be over for us."

"Tim."

He smiled. "Lucy."

And then she hugged him. Her arms tightly wrapped around him and he reflexively followed, cradling the back of her head and holding her close. Whatever happened after this, he'd take it; for now, his heart beat in sync with hers and a swooning sense of adoration filled his chest.

"I love you," she whispered in his shirt.

Oh, man. Nothing beat her uttering those sweet words to him. His nose pressed in the crown of her head and let the smile stretch to a beam. "You're never gonna lose me, Chen."

Her chin ticked up and that was all he needed.

A kiss before his morning coffee felt like a good place to start.

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@alphinias @smolfangirl @tim-lucy

#oh look i did it anyway #chenford #the rookie fanfiction #post 4x01 #otp: save me a dance

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pika-ace · 3 years

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I FINALLY SAW THE IN THE HEIGHTS MOVIE

HOLY SHIT

HOLY FUCKING SHIT I JUST WITNESSED MANNA FROM THE FUCKING GODS

My skin is clear, my children are fed, and my crops are thriving and I have SO MUCH TO SAY ABOUT IT

SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT! Seriously, do not read if you want to see the movie, I want you to experience this emotional ride yourselves

- I don't really need to talk about the music because, as expected, it was top-notch. Everyone was great, great voices, god-tier dancing, just good shit all around

- Songs are cut and things are changed, but honestly, NOTHING was lost so there's no need to worry. For every story element they take away, they add SO MUCH MORE with the changes they made to make up for it. It's like ITH for the first time all over again :D

- First up, Usnavi. MY GOD ANTHONY RAMOS, I AM SO SORRY I'VE BEEN SLEEPING ON YOU FOR SO LONG! I never paid him any mind back in the day because his face was just plastered all over Lams stuff (UGGGGH) so seeing him doing his own thing SEPARATE from that? I WAS ONCE BLIND BUT NOW I SEE

- The whole beach story-telling thing was throwing me off the whole time. I remember how PETRIFIED everyone was when the trailers showed that, but I had faith that there was a point to it and I WAS RIGHT!! The SECOND Sonny pointed out that green crab he painted, it was like a slap in the face, and when Usnavi started his whole 'There goes my flight' part, my cousin and I silently fist pumped in pure joy

- Also, USNAVI👏AND👏VANESSA👏AS👏MARRIED👏BUSINESS👏PARTNERS👏FUCKING👏ALL👏MY👏YES (Why did none of us think of this before????)

- USNAVI AND VANESSA GETTING A CANONICAL DAUGHTER, FUCKING YES PLEASE, PUT THAT HAT ON HER HEAD

- Next, Nina. Just...OH her voice...so soft...so gentle...I could fall asleep to that shit...

- The extra details of her being discriminated against at Stanford, just...DAMN, that shit HURTED. Best Girl doesn't deserve that shit!!!

- And her deciding to go back after learned that Sonny wants to be like her but can't due to discrimination just...BEST GIRL

- Benny just...OOZED charm, man. It almost makes me sad that he and Nina didn't play as big a role in the movie as they did in the play compared to Usnavi and Vanessa. ALMOST.

- Speaking of, Vanessa got an expanded role, HELL TO THE FUCKING YES. (She got a last name change from Otilla Garcia to Morales, but hey, her last name was just a workshop thing anyway so it's JUST not-canon enough to make changing it acceptable)

- Vanessa being the one who decided on the mural thing and getting Pete and Sonny to help just...BEAUTIFUL. That's TRUE LOVE right there

- Lin as Piragua Guy and Chris Jackson as Mr. Softee; that was the funniest meta shit I've EVER seen.

- I?? Did not expect?? To come out of this LOVING Kevin Rosario??? Like, he was SO MUCH BETTER and less antagonistic??? And I LOVED IT??

- Seriously though, getting rid of his prejudice against Benny was THE MOST WELCOME CHANGE in this whole movie (to me at least). When those two were together in the dispatch during the Blackout and helping people, that was just *chef's kiss* That was the pseudo-father-son shit I have been CRAVING for those two!

- Blackout was much less scary and chaotic than we were led to believe in the stage play; a part of me was disappointed, but the way they made it with everyone taking it in stride made up for it. It was like 'Aw dammit, blackout! Welp, bust out the fireworks and the Bingo boards, we're gonna be in the dark for a while, you all know the drill.'

- Also, lights turning back on RIGHT after Carnival del Barrio? Nice touch 👌

- Pete was SO GOOD. Favorite scene:

Usnavi, with Sonny: You're out here; who's watching the store? *points to Pete who's booking it out of the store having stolen something*

Sonny: *runs after him* PETE NO, YOU CAN'T JUST DO THAT!!!

- Age gap still seems a bit ambiguous between Sonny and Pete, so until confirmation is given, this pairing is staying EXPLICITLY in the stage version tag on Ao3 XD

- PETE PROVIDING VANESSA WITH INSPIRATIONAL MATERIALS, THAT IS A FACET OF FRIENDSHIP I NEVER KNEW I WANTED

- Also, appreciate Usnavi being MUCH less antagonistic towards Pete, just treating him as an annoying kid that enjoys getting a rise out of him rather than a vandal that's a bad influence who Usnavi WILL call the cops on if pushed.

- Daniela and Carla were REALLY awesome together and I'm DOWN for them being a couple, even though Hollywood STILL decided to be cowards about it with no on-screen kiss or mention that they were girlfriends (come on guys, it's 2021, stop hiding the gays!!)

- Abuela. ABUELAAAAAAAA. NEED I SAY MORE????

Usnavi: I wanna take you and Sonny to DR

Abuela: I'm not leaving without Sonny

Me: MY QUEEN, YEEEEES

- When I saw her lying down during Blackout and staring at Usnavi and Sonny and then started transitioning into Paciencia y Fe, my writer brain IMMEDIATELY began putting those metaphor pieces together and was like 'No...no no no no NO, don't you do this to me, DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE DO THIS TO ME-'

- Alabanza had me sobbing; no comment.

- The lotto money twist was SO GOOD??? Like, my cousin and I were VERY concerned when it wasn't brought up AT ALL, but then when it turns out she saved the ticket to give to Usnavi as a final gift after her death just...TEARS EVERYWHERE

- And last but not least...Sonny. Sonny Sonny Sonny Sonny SONNYYYYYYYYYYY! My son, my child, the light of my life, the stars in my sky, was given justice on this day!!!

- HE HAS A DAD!! IT'S A SHITTY DAD BUT HE HAS A PLACE TO LIVE!!! IT'S BETTER THAN WHAT WE HAD BEFORE AND I THANK BASED LMM FOR GIVING MY BOY THE BACKSTORY HE DESERVED!! (Fanfic writers, I expect MOUNTAINS of angst and hurt/comfort from you all with this new material!)

- RIP Smol Sonny, but that baby face of his MORE than made up for it :3c

- Usnavi WANTING to take Sonny to DR right off the bat, just...THANK YOU. That was DESPERATELY NEEDED and was even wrapped up early and neatly with Sonny saying to Usnavi 'Nah, I grew up here in NY, I have no memories of DR but YOU do, so if you wanna go, then go, I like it here.' and since he HAS A FUCKING HOME here, the worry for his well-being is GONE and it feels GOOD.

- Learning Sonny was undocumented was a PUNCH IN THE FUCKING HEART! My mind IMMEDIATELY reminded me when his dad asked Usnavi why he only paid Sonny in cash and the FACE HE MADE when Nina said that undocumented kids can't get in college just BABY NOOOOOOOOOO

- Usnavi. Using. The goddamn lotto money. TO GET SONNY DOCUMENTED. MY DE LA VEGA COUSIN LOVING HEART HAS FUCKING ASCENDED AND IS NEVER COMING BACK DOWN. DADNAVI SUPREMACY.

Do I have ANY gripes with this movie? Yes, I do.

THEY FUCKING KILLED CAMILA. I DO NOT APPRECIATE BEST MOM GETTING THE DISNEY TREATMENT, THANK YOU VERY MUCH >:/

Other than that though, this movie is a 10/10, go see it. Right now. I mean it.

#in the heights movie #in the heights 2021 #sonny de la vega #usnavi de la vega #in the heights

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lady-literature · 3 years

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I rewrite Sky High

okay so, disclaimer: sky high was actually pretty damn good for it’s time and a lot of the plot twists/tropes used in it were still just starting out and not as commonplace as they are today. so 10/10 really good movie.

Also as i was writing this, it turned into half analysis of what’s already in the movie and half things I would change about the movie so,,, yeah. enjoy!

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So the point about Sky High is that and the way the school and hero society as a whole works, is that you, as the audience, are supposed to look at it and know that it’s a flawed system. We’re supposed to see it as an injustice that kids are sorted into hero or sidekick- Sorry, I mean ‘Hero Support,’ on your first day of school based on something you can’t even control.

(This movie was my hero academia-ing it up before it was cool.)

Anyway, the movie calls a lot of attention to it in the beginning, but then doesn't actually give it the resolution it deserves in the end. Which, not cool guys.

The Hero/Sidekick debacle is, on the whole, a very thinly veiled metaphor for the problems minorities face. Specifically, those of the alphabet mafia, or LGBTQ, as we’re more commonly known.

There are a lot of examples for this so I’ll speed through the big ones real quick:

Will’s nerves regarding not having attraction to girls superpowers?

The way he tries to fake having an attraction to girls superpowers to get approval from his dad?

Being literally outed in front of his whole class (by someone named Boomer no less) and then immediately trying to hide it from his parents as long as possible?

The constant references to being a ‘late bloomer’. Doesn’t it remind you of the common phrases: ‘it’s just a phase’ or ‘don’t worry. You’ll start liking [opposite gender] eventually.’ ?

The scene in the kitchen, right after Will introduces the Sidekick Squad (and yes, that is what I’ll be referring to them as for the rest of this essay tumblr post). Will is so obviously trying to gauge how his dad is going to take his friends being sidekicks and also him being a sidekick. I just, this is so blatantly a coming out scene? How does anybody not see it as that?

(also the dad talking so offhandedly about bigotry and the hatred his own father had for sidekicks??? Who else has been there?)

Will telling his dad that he doesn’t care, that he’s proud of being gay to be a sidekick is just,,, *chef’s kiss*

With all of this backing behind Will and him growing into not being ashamed of his lack of powers, My first change would be that Will does not, in fact receive his father’s super strength. It’s just such a cop out! The movie had all this amazing build up, and this brilliant metaphor it could have used and, instead, they threw it all away.

The sudden acquisition of powers and immediate acceptance by his peers, feels too close to someone being ‘fixed’. That Will wasn’t good enough the way he was and had to be better, had to be his father in order to be good enough.

So, no. Will remains powerless.

Instead of the revelation of ‘he’s strong’, we get to let the Sidekick Squad shine.

Lash and Speed still cause a fight between Warren and Will, but when Will is under the table, the sidekicks actually do something.

Will knocks the table over (not, like, lifting Warren up but something closer to pushing him off. I mean, even I could push upwards from underneath a table fast enough that if someone is standing on it, they’d lose their balance and fall to the ground) and that starts things.

The Sidekick Squad all grab forgotten lunch trays or cartons of milk or something and throw it at Warren. It isn’t long then that the whole scene devolves into a food fight (Zach, at least, does not have good aim and probably hits a bystander accidentally, drawing more people in, until the whole cafeteria is involved.) The fight turns into something more playful, but still with that bit of an undertone of trying to actually hurt each other.

Ethan melts at one point and (accidentally) causes Warren to slip and land on his back, Magenta probably punches someone (not Warren) and Zach is just mouthing off to anybody who gets close enough. Near the end, right before Principal Powers shows up, Layla finally gets the right idea and just fire extinguishes the shit out of Warren.

(Side note here: I am very much also nixing the Layla crushes on Will plotline. I love best friends to lovers just as much as the next person but… no. Let kids see boy/girl friendships!

Instead, I will be inserting a Layla/Warren love story and you can consider this the first scene on the road for that.)

Anyway, the whole Sidekick Squad plus Warren ends up in the detention room and all of them are covered in food. Right after Principal Powers leaves, the Sidekick Squad is immediately talking excitedly to each other about how cool they just were and what they did. Basically it’s very wholesome and they’re all hyping each other up and then one of them, Layla or Will, excitedly turns to Warren and goes, ‘and that thing you did with the fireballs? God! I don’t think Lash is going to have any eyebrows for a month’ and the tension between them all but drops.

Warren, of course, tries to push them away and not get involved with their ridiculousness, but the Sidekick Squad is stubborn and by the end of detention, everyone but Warren is in agreement that he’s a part of the Squad now. They will not leave him alone. They also start hanging out at the Paper Lantern all the time just to annoy/make fun of him in that loving way friends do.

(I just want Warren to be a part of the Squad guys. Will calls him his best friend at the end but what did the movie actually do to show they were friends? Nothing, that’s what. I want that fixed.)

So the cafeteria fight boosts the whole Squad’s reputation, right? People think those sidekicks are pretty cool, and they get their fifteen minutes of fame. Only… Will gets a little hooked on the feeling of being popular. He doesn’t want to be a capital-h Hero or anything! But, well… he’d be lying if he didn’t like people thinking he was cool.

The others don’t really care all that much about being cool, but Will does. He hates that he does but what is he supposed to do? He can’t change how he feels. So he starts trying to make himself more popular and sometimes tries dragging his friends into stupid schemes.

And then enter stage right, one Gwen Grayson.

I prefer Gwen being Royal Pain’s daughter, actually. A girl who would’ve had no stock in this fight but her mother, who is sickly and weak and survives mostly because her daughter takes care of her, practically brainwashes Gwen to do her bidding.

Gwen is a minion here, and also, perhaps, a victim.

At first, she follows her mom’s orders and charms Will into dating her. She also feeds into his desire to gain popularity but can’t, in this world, break him from his friends. Actually, Will brings Gwen along to the Sidekick Squad hangouts and, slowly, she becomes a part of the group too.

She starts to doubt her mother. Starts to care for Will and the Squad.

She throws the party, and the Squad is all invited (trying to break them up isn’t conducive to the Plan her mother has anyway and wouldn’t work besides) but she lures Will away to make out and… other things, and he brings her to the Sanctum for privacy just like before. She still steals the pacifier (or whatever death ray equivalent you want idk) but she and Will don’t break up at the end of the night.

It’s not actually until two days later, right before the dance is going to start, does Gwen decide she can’t stand back and let this happen anymore. She spills the whole plot and her betrayal to Will when he comes to pick her up for the dance. She’s crying and apologizing and basically expecting to be hated forever by the only people she thinks ever actually liked her.

And, well. Will is furious at her for lying but there’s more important things to deal with at the moment. They’ll talk more about this and he’ll be angry, but that’s all going to be later. Right now they have a school to save so he grabs her hand and starts running to warn the rest of their friends.

Things happen mostly as canon from that point with minor changes.

It’s Warren who pulls Layla into a kiss before they all split off into groups, telling her to kick ass and stay safe before sprinting off after Speed. There have been scenes throughout the movie where the two are very obviously getting closer and are into each other. And then, before the dance, while Gwen and Will we’re technically going as a couple, the whole Squad was going as a group.

When Warren and Layla saw each other all dolled up, it’s very cliché. Warren says she looks nice and Layla visibly gulps at his outfit of a button down and suit pants, sleeves rolled up to his elbows (because homeboy does not wear a full tux you can fight me on this).

And also, Will doesn’t fight Royal Pain by himself. Instead, Gwen is there with him and they don’t fight with super strength. Gwen’s been helping Will build an arsenal of gadgets a la Batman and the two face off against her mom together, Gwen with her powers, and Will acting as half support and half as a watered-down Batman who still needs some more training before he’s totally polished.

The school falls from the sky, but Gwen buys them time by keeping the anti gravs working through sheer force of will, while Will holds off her mom from attacking her while she’s vulnerable and concentrating. Magenta eventually kills the EMP or whatever it was, and the day is saved.

Gwen passes out, cause ~drama~ but she ends up okay so don’t worry. She’s just exhausted.

The sidekicks get their recognition and then immediately bounce because dances suck and they all agree that they should go to the Paper Lantern instead to celebrate cause they’re tired, alright? Saving the day is hard.

So it’s all of them, a little battered and bruised and exhausted, crowded into this corner booth and laughing and being kids. The camera does it’s fade to comic book page thing, and the narration is something more along the lines of:

“Royal Pain and her cronies got locked away. Gwen and I talked things out, and she’s getting help for all the stuff her mom did to her. We’re taking things slow in the meantime.

The school is undergoing a lot of changes to the curriculum and getting rid of the whole ‘hero/sidekick’ divisions. (Mostly at the urging of my parents… and Layla). Next year is going to look a lot different, I think.

But it’ll be a good different, just like we are. None of us were what we were expected to be, and, I think, we’re going to keep defying expectations. There’s a whole world out there that needs changing.

And I can’t think of a better group of friends to do it with.”

THE END

(just give me found family saves the day by being themselves rather than somebody else, give me them saving the day because they care about each other, give me them fighting for what’s right and fixing things. please i am b e g g i n g.)

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Additional nitpicks that are small but Very Important to Me

Coach Boomer is still called coach Boomer because there is no way I am missing out on the ‘okay, boomer’ jokes

Layla stays like Layla, but i’d like for the movie to stop trying to make her seem annoying for her beliefs or like she’s wrong to be so vocal about them. Her caring about things that are wrong ends up as the butt of too many jokes and i… do not like that.

Why so many dad/son scenes? Why this janky imbalance parenting dynamic between the Strongholds. Knock that shit off. I want happy functional family thank you very much

Mr Boy and the mad scientist are very obviously in a relationship

Wait, actually: mr boy, mad scientist and Boomer are al in a poly relationship and are ridiculous about it

I’d like to see more of the sidekick classes going over like, ‘the boring’ parts of the job, and teaching the kids how to deal with the aftermath of the heroes heroics, just to hammer in the fact that the system is fucked up and that it’s messed up that the heroes get all the recognition while the sidekicks are left to clean up the mess

Use actual 14 year old actors? These kids look like seniors.

Or, if you want more ‘mature’ characters make it so sky high is like,,, a finishing school or smth. Something kids 16 and over go to.

(What the fuck kind of parent thinks that their freshman child dating a senior is a good idea?? An almost adult coming onto a fourteen year old??? Are you trying to make Will’s parents (particularly the dad) seem like irresponsible assholes??)

Gwen is, at most, a year above Will in this rewrite, kay?

#my typewriter #sky high #disney #warren peace #superheroes #lgbt

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why-this-kolaveri-machi · 3 years

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it wasn’t power i coveted; it was acceptance.

Titans 3.06

y’know, i was just thinking the other day that 1.06/1.07 and 2.06/2.07 were the best episodes of their respective seasons, so i have great hopes going in to this one. fingers crossed!

as always, typing this up as i see the episode.

SPOILERS AHEAD

1. oh! um... that was a Cold Open, all right. *nudges* get it? cold? because it’s snowing? and two people got murdered in cold blood? eh?

... oh, i’ve just started.

1.5. i wonder if “i want to be sipping pina coladas on a beach with you” is the new “i’m just one day away from retiring.” i was so on edge after that--i kept expecting that car to explode. even so, the way they died wasn’t an anticlimax: brutal, and quick.

1.75. so i’m assuming that’s the titular lady vic! this show better bring up why this doll was important or why these two cops needed to be killed, and not leave it to the ether like jericho’s little mindscape jaunt in 2.08 (i’m still dying to know what that was about???)

i love how deliberately unappealing wayne manor is.

(sorry for the pic quality. i don’t have hbo max! ssshhh.)

2.3. i love the many references to “home” and “our house” when they’ve been here for less than a week and saw one of their friends get blown into pieces. i mean, i unironically love it: home is where family is, after all!

2.5. i’d like to say that kom is playing some sort of long game here, especially given the build-up we had last season and some of the more niggling details this season: why did kom choose now to use her bond to lure kory when she’s been on earth for months? why did justin call kory now, just around the time that she started getting kom’s visions? and what about kom’s ability to exactly imitate other people? hmmm.

2.75. the reason i wrote i’d like to say is that i’ve made the mistake of assuming plot complexity where there is none; i was so invested in the jason todd orchestrated his own death theory for instance, when it turns out that oops! ra’s al ghul just happened to leave a little lazarus puddle in gotham, and oh yeah! scarecrow just happens to have a network of henchmen working for him on the outside and a fully functional laboratory and a weapons cache fit for a new supervillain in the basement of the high security psychiatric unit/prison that he’s in!

(no i’m not bitter, why do you ask)

2.8. iiiii don’t know what to say about the implications of sex slavery being a thing on tamaran, so i’m not going to say anything at all. for now.

3. gotham, six years ago... wasn’t it five years before s2 that jericho died and the titans disbanded? and when was the flashback from 1.06 where dick let zucco die? i think it was after the events of 2.08: jericho? i can’t seem to find any transcripts or reliable information online, so i’m going to have to rewatch 1.06 at some point.

(i love the old-fashioned batman music in this heist scene)

3.5. “security is a joke... it’s my way of keeping my dad on his toes”. what you’re an ethical thief now, like an ethical hacker? i don’t think that excuse is going to sell, barbara, on the day you do encounter a decent security system and your father is forced to arrest you.

(then again, gotham’s security is piss-poor. did you know that you could just walk into arkham asylum without any official clearance, ply one of its most dangerous inhabitants with contraband, and said inmate could get away with having an entire laboratory and weapons cache--NO I’M NOT GOING TO LET THIS GO)

3.8 so that flashback between dick and barbara was really cute! and also illuminating:

a) dick sounds so light, so... um. look. i have some apologies to tender to mr thwaites, because while i’ve always thought he does a fine job as dick grayson, i’ve never been terribly fond of his cadence as he delivers dialogue. it’s often monotonous, i thought, but then again, he’s usually delivering exposition or dealing with one soul-crushing crisis or the other. so i was pleasantly surprised to hear dick sound so carefree and alive in his conversation with barbara, laughing frequently, his emotions so bare and bubbling to the surface. it’s really a fantastic contrast to the traumatised and world-weary dick grayson that we see now, even more so than the costume department just bunging a backwards-baseball cap on mr thwaites’ head and hoping that will convince us of his relative youth.

b) and god, when he wakes up from that memory, all alone in his bed, bleeding from bullet holes in his shoulder (bullet holes that are--in a somewhat convoluted way--barbara’s fault)? yikes. it’s great. you have my apologies, mr thwaites!

c) can you imagine dick just... crawling back to wayne manor, trying not to be seen by anybody, shedding his suit and just... collapsing onto his bed without even tending to his wound? the sheer emotional and physical exhaustion of it?

d) it’s so interesting to see how barbara and dick approach the idea of legacy--a big theme on the show!--in this flashback. barbara is the one bucking the idea that she should follow in her father’s footsteps, while dick seems pretty content with the batman-and-robin setup, and even tries to get barbara to join their team (robin-girl. pfffft). obviously after this several traumatic things happen wherein dick ends up questioning and then resenting his role as robin, his relationship with batman or even returning as a vigilante at all. and barbara... ends up replacing her father as commissioner. it’s tragic, really.

e) the dynamic between dick and barbara in the flashback reminds me of how it was between dick and donna in 1.08 and even between kory and dick in early s1. it’s like having an older, strong-willed woman by his side means he gives over the steering wheel for a while and lets himself... unspool, a little bit. it’s kinda endearing.

also:

*pinches his cheeks*

3. you know, we talk about dick and Eldest Daughter Syndrome, and that’s definitely valid, but here gar seems to me the embodiment of it, with all the emotional gardening and firefighting that he’s expected to do. he’s kind of the guy expected to keep his shit together and take care of everyone else while they are falling completely to pieces, unable to carve out time to process his own trauma. he’s also picked up dick’s and kory’s tendencies to bottle up their struggles and shun appearing vulnerable, and he’s struggling in the shadow of both dick and kory undergoing acute crises, his best friend (and frequent confidante) on the other side of the world, and seeing hank die, utterly helpless to stop it.

i’m glad that he got a chance to tell dick even a smidgeon of what he really feels, and i hope this is at least a semblance of a wake up call for dick to actually sit down and work with the people he repeatedly calls family.

3.5. it’s heartening to see that dick immediately makes it his priority to go talk to gar. but don’t blow off kory in the process, man!

4. i’m really loving this dynamic between kom and conner--i get the idea that both of them consider each other as Unknowns, alien two times over. but conner’s only ever known the titans, who embrace being different, and kom’s only ever known... well.

anyway, kory is Really Stressed, and honestly? #relatable.

when you’re forced to bring an estranged family member to hang out with your friends...

4.5. i love that the titans are spending so much time in the kitchen. a real family!

5. jonathan crane is a creep and i absolutely cannot stand him.

5.25. how did he get a whole lab setup (in the basement of a hospital...?) with a bunch of whitecoats to work for him? how did he just waltz into the viewing room of an operation theatre when he’s one of the most wanted men in gotham right now? why is jason wandering around maskless when--presumably--as the adopted son of the most famous person in gotham he’d be a tad more recognisable than your average joe?

why do i expect this show to answer anything anymore?

5.5. that’s not necessarily a criticism, mind; i’ve said since season 1 that titans is very comics-like in this aspect, all about the Aesthetic and the splash-page splendour rather than the niggling unimportant details of how or when the characters got to said location. like. the camera gliding over the operation being set-up, lady vic bursting in and doing her murder dance (imagine the luck of the poor intern who chose this day and this surgery to assist) and jason, shocked and slack-jawed, framed by blood.

5.75. it’s a sobering reminder for jason that, though he chose this path in order to gain control over a world that seemed like it was rapidly spinning out of his grip, he’s only succeeded in handing over even more control to a man with an agenda that is very clearly not aligned with his own. he’s in too far to stop now, though.

5.9. i have a lot more thoughts about jason! saving it up for the end of this recap, though.

6. more kitchen time! i better see dick do some cooking soon...

(”our kitchen”! it still delights me! kitchens are So Important)

6.25. so much of dick’s issues have revolved around his relationship with bruce, so it’s completely understandable that in the wake of a huge crisis where bruce literally asks dick to replace him and be a “better” him, dick would default to all the worst things he learned from the man. and i’m glad kory’s having none of it, but come on, guys. the woman’s literally fetched her fratricidal sister out of a hole in the ground with no idea what said sister is going to do next and experiencing a burgeoning sense of guilt far, far beyond her history with the titans, and dick’s too far into his autocolonoscopy that he can’t see that she needs help.

6.5. “he services your urges”--well, as far as we know, kory is the last person he had sex with...

7. “i hope [gar] isn’t angry with me...” SIR! i thought you’d already spoken to him! smh, as the kids say. kory wouldn’t be needing to reassure you if you just took the effort to build two way emotional relationships with the rest of the team. @superohclair was taking about dick’s relatively low emotional intelligence? i agree.

7.5. “i got my own problems [...] you and barbara? fix it.” YOU TELL HIM, KORY

8. man i really like this weird, sad tension between dick and barbara--this sense that both of them are approaching the other based on how they remember them and are ultimately disappointed by the truth. barbara thought she could trust dick to... well, be a better batman, but dick has not only failed at that in her eyes, but repeatedly undermined her while exploiting the authority that she gave him. in dick’s eyes, this is nothing like the barbara that he knew, rebellious and ready to do whatever it takes to find something.

like. this show sometimes really hits me in the chest about the ways it shows kids grow into adults and into caretakers, and the way it’s stop-start, the ways nothing can happen at all for a long time and then it’s Crisis Central all at once and there’s no space to breathe. the weird sort of sadness that comes with nostalgia.

8.5. oracle name drop! i agree with barbara, any system that can just randomly tap into gotham phonelines is a monster.

8.7. (i don’t know if it’s my imagination, but is dick holding himself... differently in this episode? like that wound is definitely bothering him, and he’s running on fumes)

9. man, that was a really sweet scene between kom and conner. “feeling alien in your own world”... “not quite here nor there”

honestly this team runs on conner and gar’s faith in their value as a family, and it’s a sign of conner’s generous heart that he extends that opportunity to blackfire. this arc of maturation for him, where he’s now able to consciously choose which parts of himself he can use to do the thing he wants to so--save people--has been so fulfilling to recognise. this baby’s grown with the titans! and what he’s learnt is that people can get fucked up, but the titans is a place where they can be fucked up, and grow.

MY MAN CONNER

10. oh man i’m drinking in the gar-dick interaction in this episode like i’m three days into the desert and it’s the only source of water for miles around!

a) gar is absolutely not dealing with dick’s bullshit this episode and I LOVE IT. it’s such a far cry from the man who was idolising dick/robin back in s1 and expecting him to solve all their problems. dick is fallible, dick is fucked up, but he Tries His Best and that’s ok.

b) dick, huffing and puffing through that vent, unable to put any pressure on his left shoulder, trying to have a heart to heart with gar... fuck i love this asshole.

c) bruce took in a kid who was suffering... “and made him into a weapon”. well. i absolutely agree with dick that it was bruce who put these kids into these horrible situations with him and they came away with a bucketload of trauma to add to the one that they already had. but we know that bruce was really trying with jason, and at the end of s2, dick was coming to acknowledge that bruce had offered him something that wasn’t just darkness. jason’s death and bruce’s reaction to that shattered that fragile progress.

d) “gotham got to me too.” i feel more sympathetic towards dick running off on his own than most, and it’s not just because i’m an unapologetic stan. we’ve seen before that dick... devolves when overwhelmed, and he lashes out and makes ill thought out decisions and just Does Not Deal. it happened after hearing the news that deathstroke had returned in s2, and it didn’t help that everyone around him was reeling at the news, either. this time, however, he has his salvation in his family, and despite some stupid decisions like running off and kidnapping supervillains without telling his team, he’s been really on the ball this season. thinking clearly and logically, holding it together and working on a plan, thinking two steps ahead of the villains... yes.

e) gar needing to believe that jason isn’t beyond redemption... there’s a lot of blood on his hands, too, from when he was manipulated by cadmus last season. it makes sense why he’d relate to jason’s predicament, and i hope dick picked up on that.

f) my head just added a plaintive ow after dick jumped feet first into the storage room

i need, crave gifs of this scene!

11. *sits on hands* i’m going to talk more about red hood, i promise!

12. more gar and dick! is it my birthday??!!

(actually, according to the tamil calendar, it is my birthday! my “star” birthday)

12.5. excellent. dick using some implausible training that bruce taught him to solve a mystery? passing some of that knowledge onto gar? that proud smile when he sees gar perfectly execute moves that he taught him? MY HEART IS EXPLODING

13. aw, i love flashback!dick and barbara, they’re so cute <3

13.25. why does it not surprise me that the way he proposes a relationship to barbara is by saying “we make sense”? this guy can deduce exactly who was present where and what weapon they were holding from a garbled audio recording but other times he’s utterly clueless, and that’s a consistent character beat right from s1

13.5. so.... that’s why lady vic has it out for... barbara....? i don’t get it. it’s flimsy. but hey! the fun thing about titans is that i don’t have to get it. the payoff has nothing to do with the plot.

14. i can’t believe that barbara fell for that, but at least that wheelchair fight looked awesome, so.

15. oh yeah, i forgot that red hood bullied the mob into helping him and scarecrow... at least that explains the whitecoats and the elaborate set-up.

15.5. honestly i love how this dynamic between kory and kom is developing, though i wish more of the team would pay attention to it. time to call justin, i think!

16. i wonder what happened after that second flashback where barbara got hurt during that heist. did she give up on doing any more (maybe jim caught her)? was it because dick was called away by bruce and then the titans and got caught up in his own issues? maybe barbara froze him out because she wasn’t looking for the relationship that he was looking for? maybe the idea of doing that with someone turning into batman-lite was just... unappealing? scary?

whatever it is, it doesn’t look like dick ever processed the end of that relationship. it’s very intriguing to see where their dynamic goes next.

17. so.... what, did vic deliver some fear toxin to barbara? i... what?

17.5. and i TOLD YOU that they would never explain that doll or why vic attacked those two cops at the beginning! oh, titans. never change.

18. did jason just randomly have tim’s restaurant burgled? god, i’m feeling a bit nauseous... are they going to kill tim’s father?

18.25. i feel like the rest of the season is going to wrestle with jason’s culpability in the horrible stuff he’s doing and i’m already seeing that prospect divide fans. on one hand, his story is taking a lot of oxygen away from other equally interesting story arcs, and he’s done some truly awful things, like indiscriminate murder, threatening to kill children, blowing up hank, and potentially killing tim’s parents.

there’s something to be said for the kind of hold that crane has over him, and the so-called ‘anti-fear’ drug that he keeps plying jason with--he’s alone, drugged almost constantly (to the level of dependence), fresh from the trauma of being bludgeoned to death. he hasn’t conquered fear; he’s ruled by it. on the other hand, given that he’s the one character on the show given an obvious and identifiable ‘mental illness’ arc (maaaaybe dick too), one can argue that it’s irresponsible to show this progress into such violence: jason was vulnerable because he was struggling, and that left him vulnerable, but it took only a push before he became a fucking serial killer.

but that could mean we underestimate the degree of that vulnerability, and the mechanics of this universe where he fell into the clutches of the one supervillain perfectly designed to exploit that vulnerability. that helpless spiral into further and further self-destruction is all too real. it’s valuable to know that someone who has sunk that low can still seek help--actual help--and get it.

18.5. i don’t know. it’s not a question i’m going to resolve at the end of an overlong recap at 1 in the morning. i don’t believe it’s even a question that titans can resolve. but i am interested in where they’re going next with jason.

19. this episode was genuinely great! i’m pumped for the rest of the season!

#titans #titans spoilers #meta #dick grayson #koriand'r #barbara gordon #garfield logan #conner kent #komand'r #jason todd #jonathan crane #a byronic cupcake #badass strawberry truffle #manic pixie pop tart #a tragic jalebi #this is a 3k+ MONSTER yikes

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