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ch. xliv - lunch

hybrid!san × human!reader

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warning : mdni, smut; explicit sex (not piv), oral (f receiving), semi foot job (??), jerking off, filthy shit

everyone wants to belong, it's basic human need to connect with people around them. what happens when you're responsible for someone who belongs to two worlds but at the same time belongs to neither ? worst part is, what happens when it's your ex ?

You checked your phone and it was 12.13 pm, 13 minutes passed the time San said he would get back. "Butt face," you muttered putting your phone screen down on San's desk. Bored, you stood from your seat to lean over so you could browse through the things on San's desk. He kept everything messily organized, like there are piles and things everywhere, but things are obviously where they should be. And you noticed that the piles were how you organized them and he kept it all the way you did it. During your first week of working you would've thought that he'd undo any and all work you did in his private space. It was good knowing that he had a good change of thought of you since you started working.

"Are you snooping?"

To say you were surprised was an absolute understatement as you hit your knee on his desk rather harshly to the point that you stumbled slightly. San chuckled and pressed his body close to you, pulling you straight up in his arms and guiding you towards his chair. "We got ourselves a clumsy snoop it seems," you pouted at the way he was poking fun at you but didn't say anything as he was placing you on his desk, in front of him, "Do I need to call the Black Widow to help train you?" He smirked, placing both of his hands on either side of your body. You rolled your eyes and flicked his forehead, making him let out a soft 'ow' and a frown, "The Black Widow's dead, San, you're gonna need to borrow Stark's time machine thingy to get her here," you pointed out, crossing your arms in front of your chest with an eyebrow raised cockily. The skin of your stockings-clad knees suddenly felt warm and when your eyes flitted to the spot momentarily, you noticed he had placed his hand there with his thumb rubbing circles on the inner side gently. "Nerd," he teased and you simply rolled your eyes at him.

You were about to get off of his desk when he took a seat on his chair but before you could even attempt to, San pushed his chair forward, effectively trapping you. "Aren't you gonna ask me how my meeting went?" with a raised eyebrow he asked you teasingly as his hands pulled you closer to the edge so that your feet were dangling on the space under his armrest. You shrugged and decided to go with whatever it was that San was trying to do, "Nah... I don't really care much about what you and a bunch of stuffy suits and pencil skirts talked about in a boring old meeting room," San's left eyebrow twitched upwards when he noticed you were being coy with him and his fingers tightened at the sight of your plump, glossy bottom lip trapped between your teeth. "What I care about though," slowly, his hands trail up your legs and slipped under your skirt, resting right where your legs meet your hips with his thumb softly caressing your underwear over your stockings, "is what's under your skirt," he smirked smugly.

Just as San was about to pull your stockings and underwear off by tugging on the waistband, your legs snapped shut as your eyes grew large. Your reaction was not accepted well by San as he hissed at you, bottom lip jutted out into a pout as his eyes stared at you disapprovingly. "Are you fucking crazy?" you tried to snap your legs shut but San's hands were firm with keeping them for him, having full control of your position. "Look who got some tongue now," He scoffed whilst smirking slightly, "Are you being disrespectful to your boss now?" "If it stops my BOSS from doing something stupid like getting caught having sex with his assistant in his office during his break!" You were rather ticked by him, or more towards his sheer nonchalance over being absolutely careless considering the two of you had just gotten caught in a VERY compromising situation not even a week ago in someone else's bathroom. But San simply shrugged as he ripped the crotch of your stockings, exposing your underwear-clad core to the cold air in the room and making you gasp out of surprise. "Well, then we'll say I was having my lunch," it was obvious that San wasn't taking the situation seriously, maybe even thinking that he was so smart for making a such joke. In a different circumstance, you would have absolutely laughed because even you had to admit that it was rather hilarious. But not then, not when he had pulled your panties to the side and eyed your cunt hungrily.

Brazenly, you held San back with your foot to his chest, this time taking him by surprise as evident with his enlarged orbs staring at you. Despite the fact that you were frowning at him in disapproval, San couldn't help but shift his eyes under your skirt and bit the blooming grin on his lips at the sight of your underwear. "Don't try to be funny, I could lose my job," a thought came to your head that maybe he was clouded by his heir privilege, not quite realizing that you were dispensable at the company. You had been so worried over the past couple of days because you didn't know whether his friends were going to say something or not. While it seemed like they won't and nothing bad had happened anyways, you didn't know if anything was happening behind your back with the HR and it caused your anxiety to spike. But San didn't share this worry as he grabbed your foot that was on his chest and placed it over his shoulder, with a roll of his eyes, he returned to his previous task of pulling your underwear to the side so he could directly stare at your wet cunt. "Believe me when I say your job is secured and no one, not even my friends, will come to my office when you're not manning your desk," his tone was reassuring and confident, you immediately recognized it as his business voice, the tone he had to adopt as a high ranking corporate worker who makes deals on a daily basis. Sure, it felt convincing and you felt your worries lessening slightly at his words, but you also felt like he knew something else.

You were about to ask him what he meant by you won't lose your job when he stuck three fingers inside you. Your eyes rolled back into your head and your head lulled to the side at the sudden impact. San smirked when he saw how you reacted to his surprise attack, pleased that he managed to shut you up even if momentarily. In his head, he made a mental task for himself; keeping you from asking questions you weren't supposed to and keeping himself from answering questions he wasn't supposed to. "Look at you loving my fingers in your cunt," he chuckled darkly, teasing you on purpose, "Now tell me why you didn't want me to fuck you in the office, huh? Tell me how am I supposed to hold myself back when you're just so... Fucking irresistible with your skirts and pantsuits, looking so prim and proper around the office and having no one realize just how much of a slut you can be." You couldn't help but moan from the words San used but also from the way his fingers were massaging your walls. Not that you would admit out loud, but San was an expert at what he does, it was almost as if he was a natural at it which was why you refused to believe that he hasn't been fooling around since the two of you broke up. It made no sense for him to be so great with your body without going over some trials and errors with other women.

As San's fingers began to pump into your cunt at a slow pace to start, he instructed you to lean back slightly simply by pushing your lower stomach, adding pressure to the budding pleasure. When you looked down, you made eye contact with San as he lowered his face slowly, tongue darting out between his lips as if he couldn't wait to taste you. Your chest was rising heavily, excitement running through your body and accumulating anticipation that caused your body to shudder when San's tongue made the slightest contact with your wet core. HIs fingers stopped their movements and instead stayed inside you so you still felt like you were being filled as his tongue began its teasing licks. "Fuck," you choked out when you felt San's tongue grazing your slit from where his finger was and up to your clit where he pressed his tongue flat on it. Your body vibrated when San hummed against your cunt and you swore your hole leaked more arousal when you heard his voice. "How was I supposed to not want to taste you any time and anywhere I can?" the first taste seemed to not quench San's thirst for you as instead of feeling satisfied, San felt that he craved more of you, he wanted every single drop of you. "Mine," he growled, taking your sensitive nub between his teeth and tugging on it carelessly. The action forced your legs to instinctively close but San's broad shoulders were in the way, keeping your thighs apart but accidentally letting your foot that was on his lap to slip and made contact with his crotch.

The feeling was new to San, he even had to stop the ministration of his mouth when he felt the sole of your high heel shoe pressed onto his hard cock. His eyes widened and he gulped, finding pleasure in it that caused his hips to ground upwards against your foot instinctively and you took notice of this. "Oh lookie who's acting like a horny bitch now," San detached his mouth from your cunt to groan out when your foot pressed onto his dick harder, "Can't deny that you look cute like this, though," you chuckled. It would seem like you had an upper hand in this situation what with San's release being in your hands (or foot in this case). But ever the confident prick, San lifted himself off of you slightly and pulled his fingers out of you in favour of grabbing your foot, he then proceed to press it harder on his hard dick whilst simultaneously grinding against it. "Just because I let you do some shit doesn't mean you have the upper hand, got it?" he smirked.

San pulled you closer to the edge by your thighs harshly and spared you one last glance before diving back down, "If your feet stop moving, I won't let you cum." And you almost forget what to do because once San returned to eating you out, he wasn't giving you mercy. His tongue moved expertly into your hole as he alternated between it and gave you harsh suck everywhere. A loud slap was heard and your body jolted at the impact San gave to the side of your thigh, spanking you hard enough to get your attention. The glare he gave you was one of warning and reminder, wanting you to hold your end of the work so he would be gaining something as well. It was hard trying to use your foot to work San up especially since he was doing wonders to your cunt that made your legs weak, but you were still determined to try. Mostly because he threatened to not let you cum but also because you want him to be affected by you once in a while.

Soon, the both of you fell into a rhythm of pleasuring each other. You became more comfortable using your feet on San, knowing just what made him tick and how to tease him. You found out through his moans that he particularly liked you using the sharp tip of your heels on his sensitive tip. The combination of his pants and the pressure was just perfect for San as it provides textured friction but also pressure with an edge of pain that wasn't too overbearing. Not that he minded, but it would be best to use pain at a later time, preferably somewhere you can be as loud as you can comfortably.

"S-shit," you gasped when you felt San spreading your pussy apart to tongue-fuck your hole, greedily slurping the essence you produced as obnoxious sucking sounds filled the room. San's teeth nibbled on one side of your pussy lips, chuckling when he felt the leg that was on his shoulder pull him even closer than before (if it was possible). "Are you trying to suffocate me on your cunt?" another gasp left your lips when San reached between and slapped your pussy twice, making your body jolt in surprise and your hole clench around nothing, something San saw clearly. "Y-you said you wanted to have me, didn't you?" you whimpered as you let your foot run up the length of San's cock with a slight pressure that made the man hum in approval. San smirked against your pussy after hearing that, loving how submissive you sounded. "You're right, baby, I should thank you, huh?"

Out of the blue, San plunged three of his fingers into your cunt as his lips latched on your clit. The combination of the actions and abruptness made your leg muscles spasm slightly and you accidentally pressed onto San's cock a little harder than you intended. San grunted from the pain but he made no move to stop his work, allowing you to think that he might be into that. But you couldn't make fun of him, not when you felt your climax approaching. "Yes, oh fuck! Mo- more, Sannie, more!" you whined, tucking your face into your arm slightly to muffle out the very needy and whiny voice you were making. It wasn't just your voice that drove him into bringing you to your climax, but it was also how your feet were rubbing on him harshly, bordering on just directly stepping onto his dick. But he loved it, he loved it so much that it drove him to eat you out with even more fervour.

It happened all at once, you came hard on his tongue as your thighs shook and you accidentally used your heel to press on his cock and it made him choke on your cunt slightly. San pushed himself off of you and immediately stood up on his own slightly shaky legs. He then pulled you up into a sitting position, not even caring that you were still trying to ride your high. Your head was fuzzy with pleasure and you didn't even realize that San had whipped his dick out and was jerking himself off. San was hissing at the feeling of his dick finally getting attention after being tortured by your foot and it felt so good getting pleasure after being teased as he pleasured you. It wasn't until you felt something warm on your cunt that you looked down to see what San was doing. He had pulled your underwear just enough to have his cock slip in and come on your bare cunt. You couldn't help but shudder and let out a moan at the feeling of his warm cunt filling your panties and as you were in such a state, San was peppering kisses from your cheek down to your neck, giving you praises for being so good and obedient for him as he continued finishing himself off.

Once done, San slumped back into his chair with a satisfied grin as you shift on your seat, the feeling of his cum in your panties rather unusual but at the same time, it felt dirty enough that it was hot and slightly turning you on. "My cum better still be in your panties by the end of the day and yes, I will check," San said smugly, smirking at you and you couldn't help but roll your eyes and scoff but the blush on your face showed how embarrassed you were at the thought of him looking into your panties later in the day.

The thought of people finding out that you have been sleeping with your boss pushed to the back burner. Now, you could only think about how you were supposed to survive the day with San's cum in your panties. Thoughts of what if it drips out and people notice flooded your head and you thought to yourself.

'Why do I put myself in this position?'

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amberjazmyn · 2 months

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"it's the family business, isn't that right sammy?"

𝓲𝓶𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓮 - "it's the family business, isn't that right sammy?"

𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓹𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - set in season fifteen, you (elodie) are killed after a yellow-eyed demon's thrown knife catches you at the last minute before it's exorcised. your last words are said and your last breaths are taken with sam, dean and cas surrounded around you. jack, whose grown attached to you because you were like a mother to him, is devastated that you're dead and covered in a white sheet.

𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓼 - death, blood, tears, angst, swearing, depressing and spoilers (kinda, idk)

𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓸𝓻'𝓼 𝓷𝓸𝓽𝓮 - like mentioned in the description, this is set in season fifteen. part two will be the actress, tiahni saying her final goodbye to this show. also, i have changed the relationship between elodie and jack from partners to a parental relationship cause i keep forgetting that in the show, jack is basically a toddler in an adult's body. so that's why i've changed their relationship

masterlist read part two here!

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elodie knew she needed to be careful. everyone knew how careful you needed to be with yellow-eyed demons. however, it seemed as though it hadn't crossed her mind at how live-like they still were whilst in the process of being exorcised.

"...elodie, you alright?" sam questions as the middle winchester starts her process of exorcising the yellow-eyed demon they had just been fighting against

"ahh...nah...i..i should be fine sammy, but thank you," the girl turned to smile at her younger brother, feeling confident in herself that she was able to take care of and exorcise the demon herself

however, she wasn't as careful in the planning of the exorcisim like she thought she was...

...elodie was quite confident in herself exorcising this yellow-eyed demon as, in all honesty, this was the main part of the job that she had been doing since she was maybe, fifteen...or fourteen even. and now, coming up to twenty-five, she had been quite experienced in exorcising demons. however, sometimes, the girl could get a little bit distracted and make some mistakes but, not until this time where her small misjudgement and slight complacency caused her to die at the hands of a yellow-eyed demon's knife-throwing skills during its active exorcisim.

elodie winchester started to exorcise her yellow-eyed demon when she obviously didn't think that it still had some life and power in its body still. and it decided to attack one last time and struck the middle winchester sibling right where it hurt, a knife right to her stomach. unfortuantely for the female winchester, it seemed as though the yellow-eyed had absolutely murdered elodie to a pulp. the knife was unexplainably large and obviously, as sharp as knives could get and, the demon took its chance. deciding that if they could no longer be alive in this world then, neither could elodie.

"sike winchesters," the yellow-eyed demon whispered, throwing its knife with the utmost precision and aim

the exact aim of bellatrix lestrange from harry potter when she stabbed dobby the house elf with her spear knife, the demon's knife throwing skills on par, stabbing elodie right into her stomach.

with a sudden loud gasp of air and groan coming out of the girl's mouth, due to the blow of the knife to elodie's stomach, the demon had been exorcised and murdered its last victim all at the same time. the second elodie could even be heard hitting the floor, her older and younger brother, dean and sam and their angel, castiel, had split reactions. all of them though rushing over to the girl and hoping she could be spared.

"el!" sam yells out, his jeans ruined by his knees sliding against the floor as he dropped to the floor, moving inadequately fast speeds to keep his older sister alive

"elodie, no!" dean and cas yell at the same time, following on sam's actions, getting to their knees also to try and help the girl who was fading quite quickly due to the amount of blood loss she was experiencing

"what did you do? what happened?" sam screeched out as he frantically tried to stop the bleeding as elodie started to come to as best as she could

"not...not the right thing apparently sammy..." the dying winchester sister responded, a small, rattly sounding laugh as she tried to stay positive

"...oh, come on lodie, don't pull that bullshit on me! what did you do and what happened? tell me, i am...i want to help you!" sam grumbled in anger because he was the youngest, he always felt that if something went wrong, that he had to fix it

and most especially when dean or elodie weren't around so they could fix it, it was up to sam so because elodie was obviously out of action and dean was also out of action due to shock, sam was the one that needed to fix this. so, that's what he was trying to do but, his sister's dark sense of humour was not helping him at this stage.

"oh...sammy...i was trying to be funny. i'm sorry, if you really want to know, i was trying to exorcise the demon. but, i think i broke attention and, i became complacent and the demon managed to slip through and throw their knife, getting me right in the stomach..." elodie's voice was getting weaker and it scared the brothers as it meant she was dying quickly

"you bloody idiot, elodie! you know to keep focus especially when it's a demon, no matter the eye colour!" dean whispered with a tearful chuckle as he tried to apply pressure at the sight of the bleeding as elodie smiled smugly towards her older brother

"yeah...you think i didn't know that, smartarse!" elodie clapped about, about to laugh only to start coughing in the most pain she's ever been in, blood spluttering out of her mouth as the boys grimaced

"don't...don't make her laugh...she...she'll die quicker," cas finally spoke up as he looked over to see jack

who at this moment had no idea what was going on and walked in during elodie's last moments. jack and elodie's relationship was like the relationship between a mother and their son. since jack was technically a toddler in an adult's body, elodie couldn't help but feel as though she always had to take care of him because of that fact. and she's looked after him ever since they first met him. and now, it was clear that jack was going to lose elodie, the woman he saw as his motherly figure and it's going to devastate him.

"don't make who laugh? who will die quicker?" jack's confused and timid voice speaks up as the winchester brothers and castiel tense up

elodie instantly holding what was now very little of her breath so as not to make a sound to give it away that it was her that was dying. not wanting to worry the young nephilim.

"jack! when...when did you get here?" cas spoke in shock, standing up within seconds from where he was kneeling on the floor as the younger boy looks confused towards the angel

"uhh...like...two seconds ago? what is going on? elodie told me that she'd call me when you guys had finished this mission! i just wanna know what's taking so long and why hasn't elodie called me yet?" jack questioned with a worried tone as cas' eyes widened, trying his hardest to think up a perfectly good and human excuse that was totally believable

"oh...the demon is just being a little bit of a....demon's pain in the butt but, i'm sure we'll be done in the next couple of minutes...maybe, leave the bunker for a bit and once...once we've finished we'll give you a call?" cas' eyes widened in shock after those words came out of his mouth without a single moment of planning

and, jack just nodded his head, taking that totally bullshit response and trusting cas with it. of course jack trust cas, he had no reason not to trust the angel. so, he just left the bunker and trusted that he was going to be getting that call from elodie.

"oh...okay then...um, i'll leave then! just, tell elodie that i love her and that i'll...uh...i'll see her soon?" jack spoke with nervousness as cas smiled softly and nodded his head

jack smiled softly too as he then left the bunker, "of course i can jack, see you then!" cas spoke with softness

and then second jack left the bunker, all hell broke loose and it was just a shit storm. it seemed as though elodie impending death decided to come quicker. so, quickly, cas ran back over to the winchester siblings, laying his head softly on elodie's leg...but, before his hand could even touch elodie's leg, the girl almost started an earthquake.

"no! cas...please...don't...don't try to save me!" elodie yelled a little too loudly as the angel lifted his eyes up in direct eye contact with her and tilted his head to the side in confusion

"i...i wasn't going to....i...i was just placing my hand there for support..." the angel spoke softly as elodie calmed down immediately, feeling bad as she smiled

yet, seconds later, elodie inquired about why she heard jack and cas talking, "...oh...and cas, why were you and jack talking? is he alright?" elodie questions with worry, groaning in pain as she sat herself up slightly as cas gulped

"yeah, oh my gosh, yes, he's fine. he...he was just wondering why you hadn't called him yet. he also says that he loves you and that he...he thinks he'll see you soon..." the angel trailed off as elodie's heart broke, as did sam and dean's

jack wasn't ever going to be able to say goodbye because they don't want jack having his motherly figure as his first death experience.

"...bloody hell...jack...i'm so sorry honey..." elodie whispered, her voice filled with guilt as she felt herself getting mad over the fact that right now, jack has no clue that she's dying and will never get that phone call he was promised

"...don't apologise, lodie, you didn't think this is how you'd die..." sam attempted to comfort his older sister, sincerely however it made elodie's blood boil

"...i didn't think i'd be dying at all today...i mean, it really wasn't in my plan to die was it, sammy?" elodie blew up in anger as a blood retching cough expels out of her lungs suddenly as she weakly groans

"no...no...it...it wasn't...i'm sorry lodie..." the younger winchester swallows himself up as elodie's heart breaks again for her younger brother

"...take your own advice sammy, okay?" elodie spoke softly, a small smile covering the seconds earlier rageful face as sam's head lifted up in slight confusion

"huh?" he squeaks out as a small breath-like laugh falls from elodie's lips as she speaks up again, everyone cringing at how quickly her voice had weakened

"don't apologise sammy. i had no right to get mad at what you said because what you said is true. i didn't think i'd die during what is normally an easy demon exorcisim. but, i am and it's because i became complacent and i thought i could turn my head for just a little second to check on something else. all the while thinking the demon would stay completely still. well, no, don't do that. never take your eyes off of a demon, yellow-eyed, white-eyed, you fucking name it. treat it like a weeping angel from doctor who. do not blink or turn away from it otherwise it'll getcha. and unfortuantely, after many years of doing these exact spells, i learnt that the hard way!" elodie's voice became more husky and sickly which made the three guys teary-eyed messes

they watched the girl they all loved, die before she could even find someone to love or before she could celebrate more birthday's with jack and the family. and then at some point, retire from being a hunter and live a somewhat normal life with her future partner and have kids and whatnot.

"i don't care that my statement was true or if it was false. i am still so...so goddamn sorry that i didn't offer you help when you said you had it under control. i should have known the second it went too quiet that i should have reacted quicker and assisted you. i should have made you mad that i was helping you with the demon and have you still alive than having you bleeding out to your death in my lap. i mean, what would you rather me be doing? watching you die in my lap or watching yourself yell at me because you always and continuously preach that you can handle these monsters on your own even though you're just a girl? i mean, i know what me, cas and dean would prefer but, do you?" sam was raging mad now that he was no longer going to have his older sister be alive longer

longer to help him go through life with him. his breathing patterns changed as his welled up tears started to stream his cheeks as the sobs started to rise in his chest. which made his chest start to constrict in pain.

"sam...sammy...please calm down bud, everything is okay. i'd rather be doing the latter, just like you, of course i would. however, there is obviously a reason why i became complacent and looked away. there is a reason why the demon tried one last time and succeeded. right now, i don't know the reason and that's okay but there was a reason. i know us winchesters don't really believe in this crap, despite team free will having a goddamn angel as a member *giggles*. but, i do really believe it is my time to go and let my two brothers flourish in the hunting world alongside our wonderful angel, castiel and nephilim, jack. i really do believe my hunting days are over and it's time i fly my white flag, finally and be at peace," elodie was always the smarter winchester and the eloquent speaker

her smile also always lit up every single room she walked into. she was absolutely gorgeous as well which always worked when she was on a hunting trip. most especially when she was going on a solo hunting trip - she was just gifted. elodie just had a, no pun intended, god-given gift to be a hunter and a winchester sister in this supernatural world. however, she also had the god-given gift to give up her life and refuse to be saved by castiel. knowing that he could keep those powers and use it to help revive those later down the line. including the lives of jack, dean and sam. so they could help the world if anything bad happened to them, they could be saved. however, with everything mentioned, this is why when it came to her final goodbyes to her two brothers and castiel, it was extremely hard to watch her deteriorate and not have the ability to do anything to save her.

for the brothers, sam & dean, knowing they'd never hear their older and younger sister talk smack about the two of them ever again or do hunting trips together as the winchester three. or eat pie at the table in the bunker again, it gave them the worst visceral pain in the world. it gave them a physical and psychological pain that no other hunting death or trip to hell and back could have given them. for castiel, knowing that despite the fact he had the perfect opportunity to use his powers to resurrect the winchester but was not allowed to due to her refusal for his help, he hated it. he felt less like an angel and more of a murderer which made no sense or a nurse that had just been told that no matter what they tried to do to help, that they weren't able to revive a patient of theirs which made more sense. and that...that made castiel feel absolutely helpless and utterly useless. i mean, what good is an angel of the lord if he can't revive those who call for his help? now, that's a question that would end up running through castiel's mind an entire month after elodie's death as it was the perfect question that just wasn't able to be given a perfect answer from the angel.

"...cas...promise me something, okay?' elodie's voice deteriorates with every word and breath, trying her hardest to say all her goodbyes

the guys are attentive, wanting to listen to everything their girl has to say before it's too late, "anything, what do i need to promise?" cas looks up and makes direct eye contact with the girl as she faintly smiles

"please...please tell...tell jack that it's been an honour to be his mom and that i love him...and...and that i'm sorry that i broke my promise of giving him that phone call..." elodie's entire body shook as the bloody cough left her mouth as she continued

"...he needs to know that this was never my intention but i...i don't regret the things i said to him before this trip. i...i really did want to leave this life as a hunter and run away and fall in love with someone and have kids, lay low for the rest of my life. maybe take him with me or...or keep him safe with one of you three. i'm just sorry that jack's going to go through the rest of his life without me with him, cause i promised him i'd never leave him. however, he has to promise us one thing..." elodie trailed off once again as cas, dean and sam watch on, wondering what elodie wanted them to promise her

"...what is it els?" dean spoke up, his bottom lip trembling as he tried to hold back tears as elodie smiled at the use of dean's childhood nickname for her

"i want you guys to promise jack that, although i've left him physically, i've never really left him. promise jack that he can fall in love without me teaching him what love is. i...i want him to fall in love, i want him to get married, i want him to have kids with her. i want him to be happy. i want him to laugh so hard he cries...i want him to cry so hard he can't breathe but wants to laugh so it doesn't look like he's a wuss *tearful laughter*, alright? i...i just want him to be happy after i'm gone...i...i don't want him to let his life go to shit just because i'm gone okay? can...can you promise me that? cas? sam? dean?" elodie begged weakly as the three men nodded their heads, promising to their sister and best friend that they would make sure that jack doesn't waste his life away

"we promise" the three of them say at the same time as elodie smiles before she moves to her eldest brother dean for her final goodbye to him

"dean...dean..i...i never thought i'd say this especially in my dying moments but...that night when you made a deal with good old crowley so you could spare sam's life. i...i was the most frustrated i had ever been in the entire world...do..do you wanna know why?" elodie trailed off, pausing her story as the eldest winchester nods his head, he did want to hear this story

he had never heard, ever, of a moment where his els had been angry at him, "mhm..." dean muttered, nodding his head as elodie smiled softly at the memory before continuing the story as she adjusted herself in sam's lap

"i...i was furious because we had made a promise. us two, the two elder siblings that no matter what happens and if we lose sam, i'm the one who makes a deal, not you. you promised me that day that where you were going wasn't to make a deal but to do something else. however, when bobby told me that you had gone right behind my back to make that deal...i wanted to shoot you in the back of the head because...because you thought you were such a smartarse and could get away with it and not even tell me about it..."

"...but no, although you think you did get away with it, you really didn't dean. i was so hurt and i...i felt like my trust by my own older brother had been betrayed. watching you get ripped apart and tortured by hellhounds just tore my own insides apart from one another...just...thinking how helpless sam and i were as we watched you just be mauled to your death. i...i just wish i could have taken all that pain away from you and taken it myself because i knew i would have been able to handle it. but...watching you be pulled apart like that, made me sick and sure, i watched on in terror but, i was so goddamn mad at you for allowing yourself to do this...to yourself!"

"then...that...that was when i realised that's just who you are as a person, dean. you always put yourself through pain so no one else that you love has to go through it. you are such a selfless person dean that sometimes...i just...it's the worst thing about you. stop beng so selfless for once and be selfish dean! take time away from being a hunter for just a goddamn second and enjoy the fact that you are still alive and healthy! and please...for the love of god, promise me that if cas, sam or jack as you to stop what you are doing, you fucking listen to them, okay?"

it was agony watching the way elodie tried her hardest to stay strong and keep on talking. but it was obvious that she was running on whatever adrenaline she had left because of how she was forcing herself to speak and speak loudly and with authority at her brothers.

"yes, you are the boss and you don't allow people to tell you what to do but, that rule only applies when the people are not cas, sam and jack! if any one of those three tell you something, you fucking listen to them, alright?!" elodie spoke harshly, despite the fact that her throat was burning with every word spoken she still continued to fight through the pain

"els...i...i..." dean was in utter shock, he had no clue about all this built up rage his sister had regarding him selling his soul - well, he knew she was mad at him but, not to this extent

"...dean...re...remember that one time you saved my life af...after michael had tried to kill me and i got mad at you? mad because i had told you that i had everything under control and that it was your fault i almost died?" elodie's voice softened as it sounded watery however with no sight of tears welled in elodie's eyes, staying incredibly strong for her brothers and best friend

dean nodded his head as he remembered that day as though it was yesterday. the amount of nightmares and visions he had from that day saving elodie's life would probably be the thing that haunted him the most, forget about hell haunting him.

"well...i..i lied. i...i wasn't mad at you. if anything, i was so fucking relieved when you picked me up from michael's grip, my lord, was i relieved. i was so glad that you had helped me because otherwise, michael would have seriously had the best and strongest will to kill me at that moment...i...i just yelled at you be...because i wanted you to think that i wasn't your weak younger sister..." elodie trailed off as she chuckled softly to herself considering that currently, in this moment, she was dying

"...els...you were always the funnier, prettier, smarter winchester out of the three of us. however, sometimes it was hilarious when you did get distracted and then you'd get so sassy and act like such a smartarse. telling me off for being a smart arse as well. i...i just...you really made not having mom with us so much better because of how well you took care of sammy and i and then jack...i mean, i always knew you'd be a great mom but...now...we'll never get to see that happen properly..." dean trailed off as he didn't know how to react to the thought and fact that his younger sister was going to die in a few minutes

elodie and dean had a very sweet, special brother and sister farewell that didn't require any more words but just a physical head touch. they then pulled away after a few seconds for the hardest goodbye of elodie's. if it weren't for jack's farewell, saying goodbye to sam, moose, sam-sam, sammy...all the other nicknames she has for sam, he is the worst goodbye for elodie.

"...and sam...moose...sam-sam...sammy, my baby brother who's always going to look older purely for the fact you're an actual giant *tearful laughter*. i am so glad i was able to live this long to take care of you for as long as i have. you have grown up to be one of the smartest, funniest, strongest, fastest and one of the most amazing hunter's that i have ever seen in my career and life of hunting. sure, you can be clumsy, an utter idiot, forgetful and a little clueless. there is always one thing you have always been and that's innocent. you have such an innocence about you that has stuck with you due to not having very much of a childhood and...i am so glad you held on to that because it has helped you through so much, sammy! please...even though it may become hard to do so now that i'll be gone after this but...don't lose this innocence about yourself. it's precious, it's pure and it's what makes you who you are, okay?" elodie paused as sam nodded his head as tears flooded his cheeks, his face red and flushed

"mhm," sam tearfully mumbled as elodie smiled before continuing

"sammy...you...you made me a better person...truly you have...and castiel, so have you! i love all three of you...and jack! i love jack so much..." elodie muttered off, feeling like she was losing her mind

"...sammy, i always looked up to you because i couldn't always be the strong one or the fastest or the funny one. hell, i couldn't even be the really tall winchester *tearful laughter*. you are amazing sammy and i'm so sorry i waited this long to tell you..."

"..i mean, not right now. i'm not being amazing right now, i'm crying over my sister..." sam's laughter turned mournful as elodie was as cool as a cucumber as the girl quietly giggled

"you're not wrong sammy however, you are the reason why i'm this brave, why i'm this smart...you are the entire reason why i am the person i am today! you...you changed me by just being my younger brother! i hope you know how much i truly love you sam-sam...sure, you do get on my nerves a quarter of the time but, the majority of the time, you really do allow me to be the older sister and take care of everything. thank you for being my baby brother and rescuing me all those times you did..." elodie smiled as sam tried his hardest to smile as well but he just couldn't

he was in an uproot of panic and he had no clue what to do with the fact that his older sister,r his role model was literally minutes, maybe seconds even, away from dying.

"el...elodie please...don't die...don't leave me!" sam sobbed as he tried to hold elodie's dying body closer as elodie giggled, her last words escaping quickly

"...it's the family business...isn't that right sammy?" elodie croaked out before her entire body relaxed

elodie's eyes closed, her mouth upturned into a smile as her final breath came and went just as quickly as sam could comprehend elodie's last words. and straight away, dean and castiel gulped, tears streaming down their cheeks also but they stayed silent and calm since sam was in frantic panic mode. since sam was panicking, he was trying everything he could to get elodie to wake up. shaking her, tapping her face, yelling at her, sam tried everything he could to force elodie to wake up. however, nothing was working because it was finally elodie's time to say goodbye.

"elodie! els...come one...ELODIE WAKE UP!" sam screamed, his voice becoming louder and louder as he continued to shake his dead sister's body to no avail of waking her up, his sobs getting louder

dean couldn't deal with his younger brother's screams anymore and it was clear castiel couldn't either. so, without even a word or eye contact with cas, the two of them decided that cas was going to pick elodie up and move her away to cover her up so she could then later be burnt. meaning that dean was in charge of sam and trying to get him to relax and calm him down. the distraught brother who just wished his older sister had survived another yellow-eyed demon.

"sam...sam...sammy...stop it!" dean called out before he could get his grief-ridden sobbing younger brother to calm down and just stop

"dean...dean...she's...she's gone!" sam sobbed out as he tried to resist dean's strong grip as the older brother nodded his head

"i..i know sammy, i know. i hate it just as much as you do and it hurts me just as much as it huts you. but, what elodie said before she died is true. it's the family business and we, unfortunately, can't stop just because she's gone. we have to keep going and we have to keep working," dean tried his hardest to soothe his younger brother and calm him down but it wasn't getting any easier

a flash of anger then flashes across sam's face as dean steps back ,"why did she do it..." sam's voice becomes aggressive and mad which confused dean slightly and scared him

"...what do you mean, sammy?" dean questioned as sam's anger then vanished as though it was just a flick of anger that then disappated as his agonosing pain returned

"i just...why did she do it..." sam sniffled as his tears began again as dean felt awful, he knew that having to deal with the thought of sam not having his older sister there with him anymore was an agonizing thought

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it had been a couple of hours since jack had asked castiel if elodie was okay and the phone call still hadn't been made. so, this made jack ever-so curious and worried so, he decided that instead of waiting another hour for the call, he'd go back to the bunker to find elodie and see what was wrong. however, whilst he had prepared himself for loads of things, he never thought to prepare himself for the moment that he would see his best friend/mother figure dead, bloody and covered in what must have been a white sheet covering her entire body.

he felt like he had just been stabbed in the gut. the noise he made also sounded inhumane as he felt his body get forced to the ground as tears welled in his eyes. so many emotions were going through jack's brain and body right now that he thought he was going to go into overdrive and explode.

"...el...elodie..." jack mumbled in shock as he tried to get himself to stand up, failing as he felt his heart shatter

jack stayed on the floor, on his knees and facing elodie until he heard the sound of what could have only been the fluttering wings of cas and the door closing as sam and dean had walked in to see jack. turning around, a new emotion rose inside of jack, the feeling of anger and betrayal. it was obvious, plainly obvious, that they were the three people who got to say their final goodbyes to their sister and best friend. but jack, elodie's adopted son, couldn't say his final goodbyes to her? suddenly, he felt all the strength in the world, managing to stand himself up as he moved over to the three men who still looked undeniably devastated.

"you...you lied to me! you told me that elodie was fine and that she'd be calling me!" jack was raging towards the three men but none more so than castiel

jack's face was red and his entire body shook, it was uncontrollable at this point but, no one cared. it was understandable as to why jack was raging. he had every right to be mad, they all knew why he was mad so they didn't stop him.

"i...i know i did jack and i am so sorry. we...i truly thought that she would want to be saved! i...i didn't think she wanted to die!" castiel, who was now basically speaking more like a human and less like a smart-intellectual angel, tried his hardest to explain but it still wasn't satisfying the nephilim

"i don't care about that, cas! i just care that you could have actually let me stay and probably told me the truth!" jack yelped as tears welled in his eye line, a few of them escaping as he didn't bother to wipe them away

"i...i just wish i could have said goodbye...cas...elodie was...she was like my mom...she was going to leave this hunting life...she...she was going to make sure i had everything i needed...she was going to be happy..." jack trailed off as his entire face was now covered in wet, hot and salty tears of regret of all the things he never got to say to his adpoted mom

"...if you want, we can go and you can do that now if you still want to do that?" dean then spoke up, the more composed out of the four men as jack lifted his head slightly, his eyes slightly twinkling

"is that okay?" the kid muttered as dean smiled, nodding his head

"of course it's fine. do whatever you need to do. scream, cry, make a mess of things. sam did all of the above. and cas dealt with it in the way he deals with things. i just wanna make sure that you don't pull back the white sheet, you'll get nightmares and i don't want you to have that image in your head and go through that trauma..." dean whispered, patting jack's shoulder as he nodded his head

"thanks dean..." he uttered quietly as he then walked himself towards the table that elodie was laying on, her deceased body covered by a white sheet that was dotted with bloody spots

however, it was as though he couldn't even bear to look at the table because even though elodie was covered, it was still obvious that it was her that was laying there on that table, dead. and that it wasn't just anyone's blood, it was her blood that was spread across the once white sheet that covered her. sobs came up his throat as he at first tried to hold them back before he remembered what dean had said.

remembering that dean said he could do whatever he wanted, he took that advice. and, instead of holding it back, he just released it all, all of his feelings and the agonizing pain he felt. his sobs were just as loud as sam's, his screams were on par as sam's. his anger was five times more than sam's, his distruction of the room was worse than anything sam and dean could do as a duo. that was until he felt someone come from behind him, holding him tightly and not letting him go as they both moved down to the floor as jack continued to scream, cry and thrash around. secretly hoping in his head that he wasn't hurting whoever was holding him tightly

"you can still live your life without elodie," the normally deep and gravelly voice whispered however, his voice was sorrowful and consoling, giving jack the comfort he so very well desired

"i...i can't cas. elodie was the one who wanted to take with her after leaving this life...she...she was going to officially take me in and adopt me! she...she was going to be happy!" jack sobbed as he sat on the floor in the angel's lap as his arms wrapped around the distraught boy

jack resting his chin on the angel's arms which made cas smile despite the smile not being for a happy reason, "she knows that but she also knows that you'd hate yourself forever if you waste your life away. elodie wants you to be happy and to leave this life behind. she made us promise that you would have kids, get married and have a huge house, with a girl that's got you head over heels and tied down to the point where even after three years of marriage, you still stutter your words. and you trip over your own feet because you are so in love with her, she even wants one of us to take you in if we're able too but, most importantly, she wants you to live and be happy!" cas spoke softly into jack's ear and, in all honesty, if that could have taken away all of jack's grief and pain about the loss of his "adopted" mother right then and there, it probably a hundred per cent would have without a single breath of doubt

"she's allowing you to move on because she knows that you'll be miserable if you don't allow it," dean whispered, a small smile on his lips as his arms crossed over as jack looked up, nodding his head

sam then bent down to cas and jack's level, placing his hand on jack's knee before speaking up. giving some more comfort to the grief-struck blonde.

"elodie loved and still loves you so much, jack. she said it was an honour to be considered as your adopted mom. she made cas, dean and me all promise her that we'd make sure you'd be happy and live the life you deserve to live. she also made cas promise to tell you that she does love you and that she is so sorry that she broke her promise and couldn't give you that phone call," sam gave jack a comforting look as they looked at each other before jack spoke up softly

"it's the family business though sam,"

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ok, this was so much fun to write but, it's really sad and i question why i am so good at writing depressing things the majority of the time! also, do get excited for the second part as that will be all kinds of emotions!

ily xx

word count; 6460

#supernatural #dean winchester #sam winchester #jack kline #elodie winchester #castiel #angst #it's the family business

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charmixpower · 2 years

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I've been thinking about the Wizards of the Black Circle and what would motive them to be so dedicated and came up with this little idea

You know how back in ancient times everyone was constantly warring, empires would rise and collapse on a dime, and generally everything was chaotic and some war lord could takeover half of their content in their lifetime?

So the Wizards all come from around that time, and were gone well before the 1600s

Anyways we've seen from the Trix that one well placed spell and you can have a full army at the command of 3 people

I would now like for you to imagine what these times and constant wars would be like if a percentage of the population had magic

The Wizards of the Black circle aren't specifically against fairies, but all magic users

Mostly because if they only hunted fairies where are all the witches and wizards? Killed by a nonmagical sword? Burned when they can fly away? The fairy hunter thing combined with no magic on earth implies that, as far as magic users go, there were ONLY faries on earth. Which I find to be incredibly odd

Nah, their beef is with ALL magical creatures on earth. To explain why there were no magic users left

They're whole thing is that they noticed that powerful magic was escalating and escalating and escalating and suddenly these things called Major Faries who could short cut to a lesser form of a Guardian Fairy and they realized one bad actor could go crazy with this system and create a small squad into a full army....so they decided to preemptively start indiscriminately murdering people

They're all magic users themselves but Orgon in perticualr has the ability to control magic cores/magic in general, he's probably the only true wizard, thats insanely difficult to go up against

They eventually clashed against a group of Major faries protecting a bunch of young magic users, aka the white circle. Their leader "Mother" Morgana, and their second in command Nebula

They realized they couldn't win, so Orgon decided to try and seal them away...unfortunately for them, the White Circle had the same exact idea and sealed the Wizards away at the same time

Due to all magical users on earth being sealed away in two locations, all casual magic died on earth. Especially because they were also hunting magical animals...yeah. There's very little magic in the air, in plants, or anywhere. The earths magical core is almost dead and has been slowly dying for a while now

(The way I imagine it, to explain why all habitable planets had magic thriving on it at some point when no magic Planets are obviously possible, was to make not having magic a terrible thing. Planets with low/no magic are incredibly at risk for sooo many things, because there is no magic correcting any changes to the environment. Magic also can keep things like suns and black holes stable. So they don't explode. Aka this is Bad News™)

Both the Earth fairies and the Wizards are pulling a Daphne rn and are separately channeling all the magic attracted to them from natural sources into themselves to prolong their life (which is how they haven't died in all these years, and why they can stay transformed much much much longer than magic users form anywhere else) and are both waiting for the other group to rot

The Wizards of the black circle do not know Magix's exists and still think the sun revolves around the earth until they catch up on current science, same for the earth fairies. Neither group knows about the Omega Dimension yet bc it had even been made when they were active

The Winx/Roxy free the earth fairies, the earth faries free the black circle bc they want to kill the wizards, this was a terrible idea because now the black circle is free

They're very good tempered compared to their canon counterparts because their whole thing is "Fallen Paragons". If they ever learned about Valtor or the ancestral witches (and what they did to Domino) they'd probably even try to convince the Winx to go back home to their own planets and leave earth to them. The rest of the magical universe is doomed to these planet destroying high scale wars, but they'll save earth from this fate!

(...They'd have a fucking conniption fit if they ever learned about nuclear bombs. Local Wizards unaware of what people are like)

Which would well contrast with the earth fairies, who are pissed at nonmagical people from turning on them, destroying the planet, and then carrying out the witch trials that wiped out any "two recessive genes matched up perfectly" magic users many generations later

And I thought that contrast would be interesting

Uhhh that's all, thank u 4 reading

#winx club #wizards of the black circle #winx earth faries #winx orgon #winx morgana #winx nebula #reblog #rus chatters #i drew their motivation from fear. rather than anger or a lust for power bc it would set them apart from previous villans

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russilton · 2 years

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Yep, I feel like George really couldn't make for a convincing Alpha, I don't vibe with it.

Lewis could be an Omega, altgough obviously not in the traditional sense, but neither would he be a stereotypical Alpha, right? Only thing that definitely doesn't work is Lewis as a Beta, because - why? Nah.

George, I can see as a Beta, but where's the fun in that. Beta presenting Omega George is MUCH better.

And Lewis/George just has to have Alpha Lewis & Omega George, anything else for them just doesn't fit.

I did read a Britcedes ABO fic on Ao3 once, can't remember its title, where the roles were reversed and it was well written and a great read that wasn't ooc, so I really liked it, but it still didn't manage to convince me to change my general view on them as a pair, even if it was interesting.

I can see the intrigue in Omega Lewis, but not with George. And since they are my main ship, George is a definite Omega to me.

I mean, just look at them.

I ended up going on a long ramble about a!lewis so to save people’s dashes- it’s under the cut HAH

I respect ur ability to read it but I can’t do Omega Lewis at all, I can’t! It’s just not what I’m here for! I don’t read bottom Lewis either bc it doesn’t interest me so maybe that’s part of it? I’ve tried to read both, and it either just didn’t make feel much or it felt out of character.

It’s not really that big of a deal it’s just, not for me LOL, I don’t like to say anyone can’t be anything bc I feel like thats where half the beef with a/b/o comes from. I just look at certain dynamics and go nah not in MY headcanon.

I’m also just a passionate lover of alpha Lewis on the flip side! There’s so much to be explored with him. I’ve talked about o!george in another ask so imma use this to talk about A!Lewis. I LOVE him, I love him so much. I love how as an alpha you can compound on that RESTRAINT Lewis is forced to show over and over. He can’t react, he can’t get angry, it’s not allowed because the second he does they cry about how he’s a danger, he’s unregulated. He wears patches and bites his tongue till he bleeds sometimes.

He is called too aggressive when he’s young, then as he gets older the insults turn and call him too weak. He’s too nice, too soft, not domineering enough, is he even an alpha? What if he’s lying, no alpha would be caught dead wearing what he wears. In the same week he’s called un alpha like for wearing florals, and then someone claims his status as an alpha is why nico left and why Lewis worked so closely with Val, another alpha.

He’s so careful and protective of those he loves, he goes to such lengths to make sure omegas and betas feel welcome in the team. He lets Bono tell him what to do without a blink, it doesn’t bother him at all who tells him what to do. Alphas like Toto or susie, betas like James V, Angela, or omegas like Bono and Shov. They see him as a person outside his status and he does the same. Merc has never had an omega driver but it’s so mixed inside it makes teams like Ferrari and redbull look almost sexist, but still Lewis bends over backwards to make sure George feels welcomed and listened to.

His dominance presents in how he cares for his team, how loyal and leading he is; where George leads by striding ahead and encouraging them to follow, Lewis leads by circling the pack and making sure everyone is keeping up as they move forward. Together they push the team perfectly. Lewis values family and bond so strongly. He’s loyal to Toto leading the pack, to valtteri as his brother, and if he got together with George? He would move mountains for George. He would drop to his knees in submission if George asked it of him. His loyalty is worshipping in the way George’s is comfort and caring….

I don’t know where I’m going with this I just love, love, love talking about a/b/o and alpha Lewis, I LOVE jt

#asks #anonymous #a/b/o #tw: a/b/o

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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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sleep like the dead

“And now, I, Technus, shall finally have my electronic vengeance on you, ghost child and conquer this puny human world!” Technus shrieked, exiting the portal in a suitably dramatic fashion. The various weapons around the lab shook and trembled from his power and static from his core crackled, raring for a fight with his favorite enemy. Only the Phantom didn’t appear.

“Hmm, maybe I wasn’t loud enough,” Technus mused before starting up again. “Pathetic Phantom! You can only hope your miniscule half human strength will be enough to take on my squiggling mess of the tangled wires of terror!” He threw back his head and cackled loudly, waiting for his nemesis to show and the battle to begin. His laughter petered out after a bit and the lab became silent once more.

“Well, now he’s just being rude,” Technus fumed, floating up through the ceiling. “Don’t ignore my threats, child. I know you’re here, I can feel your cold core.” He stopped once he reached the ghost boy’s human lair, hovering a few feet from the bed where his rival was sprawled out, sound asleep.

“Come ghost boy, it’s time for fisticuffs! I have some new moves and some great catchphrases I’m ready to try out on you!” The technology ghost exclaimed in excitement, miming some punches. Phantom didn’t answer, just kept laying there barely moving save for his soft, shallow breaths. Technus watched as his breath fogged with each exhale, his core’s ghost sense but it still didn’t awaken him. “Child? Have you expired?”

He leaned forward and gently poked the boy’s cheek. It was squishy but firm unlike a ghost’s exterior and he could feel the dense bone underneath. Phantom didn’t so much as twitch. Technus drew back his hand, unsure of what to do. He’d surprised the child while he was in bed before but he always woke up and they fell into the usual routine. But now he’d changed the script and if there was something ghosts didn’t like, it was change. He flew back down to the portal and sped into the Ghost Zone at top speed, searching for someone who would be able to help him understand.

“Wow, baby pop whooped your butt that fast? Either he’s getting better or you’re getting more pathetic, my bet is the latter,” Ember teased as she strummed to herself from a floating rock near her lair.

“The ghost child won’t wake up and fight,” Technus said in a rush. “I went to the human world but no one answered my challenge. I went to his human lair and he was just lying on his bed thing and he wouldn’t move, even when I touched him.”

“That’s not like him, he’s usually more hopped up and ready to fight than a groupie on coke,” Ember frowned, setting aside her guitar. “Well come on, sparky, lets go check the kid out.”

They developed something of an entourage making their way back to the human portal. A few of the locals had heard that the infamous half ghost child was behaving differently and well, curiosity didn’t stop when the cat was killed. Skulker chuckled menacingly under his breath, Youngblood bounced around the adults. Johnny and Kitty had been going to the real world anyway and decided to tag along.

“Were his folks or Jazz home?" Johnny asked, riding his cycle slow enough to keep pace with the group.

“Who?” Technus questioned, “er no, the annoying children always with him were not around for once.”

“Annoying yes but they don’t live- uh occupy the same lair as the brat,” Johnny explained. As a younger ghost who’d held onto his humanity more than some, he had a better grasp of human culture. “His parents, the crazy ghost hunters in the blue and orange jumpsuits. Or his sister, Jazz. She has red hair and is kind of a know it all. They’re his family, they live with him.”

“Oh those weirdos,” Youngblood said wrinkling his nose. “Always loud and shouting about ripping apart ghosts. They’re not even good hunters.”

“Obviously, they haven’t noticed they got a ghost living with ‘em,” Ember added with an eyeroll.

“It’s a very stressful situation, Danny was worried about what they’d do if they found out,” Kitty frowned before sticking her tongue out at Johnny. “Danny’s a good guy, at least he talked to me about things that mattered.”

“Good target practice, you mean,” Skulker declared as they entered through the portal. Instinctively they all looked up to where the ghost boy’s core was humming but sensed no movement. “Alright, I will admit that is weird. Let’s see what the whelp’s up to.”

It was a bit cramped, the five of them crammed into the small room especially when they were keeping their distance from the room’s only living occupant. He had not moved since Technus had last been in here. At their entrance, his breath fogged again and he shivered for a second before settling back down.

“Well, he’s alive at least,” Johnny shrugged before leaning in close to examine him. “Kid looks wiped though.” He picked up the boy’s bony wrist which had been dangling off the bed, his fingers brushing the floor and held it up before dropping it. His knuckles rapped against the ground but he didn’t stir.

“Johnny, leave him alone, he’s trying to sleep,” Kitty hissed, yanking her boyfriend back by his ear.

“Come on, I’m not doing anything bad,” Johnny defended. “But, come on, how often are we gonna get a chance like this?”

“Hmm is human sleep that interesting that the ghost child would ignore all of us?” Technus asked, floating over and laying himself down on the bed. He laid there on the bed next to the boy for a few moments. “I do not believe I’m doing this correctly.”

“Nah you gotta close your eyes and go off to dreamland,” Youngblood said, grabbing a sock off the floor and then some papers from the desk and began stacking them on the half ghost’s head. The boy still didn’t react in the slightest.

“Is dreamland close? Another pocket dimension like the Zone?” Technus, ever the scientist, asked curiously.

“No, you idiot,” Ember sighed before tentatively reaching out and laying a hand on Phantom’s chest. “Yow, man that’s weird.”

“What?” Skulker asked, having been mostly content to watch until now. Youngblood had now piled several more items on the ghost boy’s head but he slept on, unawares.

“It’s just,” she scrunched up her face as she looked for the words, “I know what ghost cores feel like and I’ve been around enough humans to know the signs of life but he’s got both at once. His core flares and fades opposite his heart beat. It shouldn’t work but it does, somehow.”

“He is a most curious specimen, I rarely see Plasmius in his human skin so it’s hard to compare,” Skulker commented. “Of course Plasmius I can understand. He acts like a ghost, thinks like one. But the child, he’s certainly a ghost but he’s also decidingly... human.”

“That’s why we should be leaving him alone,” Kitty frowned, plucking Youngblood out of the air and moving him away from the sleeping teen. “If Danny isn’t waking up with all of us causing a racket then clearly he’s exhausted. We bother him enough, let him rest and fight him some other time.”

“But I wanted to fight now,” Technus whined, rolling over on the bed and resting one arm over the ghost boy’s body. “The Phantom surely wants to hear my latest monologue on how I’m the supreme ruler of everything electronic and beeping.”

“I know I don’t,” Youngblood shrugged.

“Me neither,” Johnny scoffed.

“Or me,” Ember muttered, putting her hands on her hips.

“Just let him rest,” Kitty said shooing the others back and gently brushing some of the kid’s hair out of his face revealing sallow features and dark marks under his eyes. “It’s hard enough being human much less a ghost on top of that; between fighting us and trying to have a normal life I bet he hardly gets any sleep. The least we can do is give him a break before he breaks.”

“I suppose it’s not sporting to kill a sleeping prey,” Skulker pouted. “And it’ll make his defeat more meaningful if he’s well rested and not uh,” he gestured to the Phantom’s general state of disarray.

“Better appreciate it,” Ember sulked for a second, kicking away some pajama pants from the floor. “His stupid human life. I’d give anything to sleep again, just for a minute.”

The ghosts sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, the dead looking enviously and curiously on the silent, sleeping boy, on a world they could only watch but not engage in. The moment was shattered by the front door slamming open.

“DANNO WE’RE HOME AND WE BROUGHT CHINESE!” Resonated through the house. Startled awake, the ghost child leapt out of the bed and hovered about a foot above it for a moment before sinking back down.

“Darn it Dad, I was napping,” Danny grumbled before he opened his eyes and saw several of his ghostly enemies standing awkwardly in his room. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Technus lounging on his bed. “What the-”

“Oh good, you’re awake!” Technus tittered happily, leaning into his personal space. “Ready to hear my spiel?” The temperature in the room dropped rapidly as his core ramped up and spilled over into his eyes which were no doubt glowing a fierce green.

“Get out of my room!” He shouted, reaching over to grab his emergency under the bed thermos but a sock falling from his hair into his face distracted him.

“Hey, just stopping by but we were just on our way out, sleep well, Danny sweetie!” Kitty said dragging the whole group through the floor. His core thrummed in agitation until he felt them cross the portal into the Ghost Zone. He sat there for a moment, shaking and panting from the adrenaline rush before he decided he really didn’t want to know. He flopped back onto the bed and reached over on his nightstand for the bottle Jazz had given him the other day.

“The heck is in this stupid sleep aid?”

#danny phantom #another flash is the pan DP fic #just something about Danny being so tired (also ODed on Nyquil) that he just misses his ghost sense going off #and the ghosts being there and without all the threats of death #just kind of hanging around #looking over him curiously snooping #how often do they get to like see him up close?#he's a freak! lets look him over also stack shit on his head!#and the weird space where you just cant remember being human and what sleeping is like but also being so envious that you cant do it anymore #((also just a note that Danny had all his enemies in his room and slept soundly but woke up in a jolt when his parents got home))#((take that as you will))

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hargrove-mayfields · 3 years

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Day four of the Horror on Cherry Lane Challenge! Today’s prompt was Sunglasses!

Steve has a lot of secrets. Too many probably.

Most teenagers’ secrets are things like sleeping with the wrong people, smoking the cheap shit the jocks pass out, broken curfews and failing grades. He’s got all of those too, but Steve's secret runs much deeper than that.

His is the kind of secret that’d have men in black suits coming to take him away, or at this point, more than a decade after letting him go in the first place, putting a bullet in the back of his skull and calling it a day before any trouble comes up.

He’s been stuck in Hawkins all his life. Been fed the knowledge about the world off a silver spoon he didn’t ask for. His first five years of life are well forgotten to shock therapy and to the lab, where they intended to use him and the rest of the kids like him as weapons. Pawns in their big game of life.

But Steve was different. He could turn his powers off, make them undetectable by the machines they hooked him up to. They thought he was just a failure, so after so long, they wiped his brain with their very own cocktail of drugs and just let him go. Adopted him out to a middle aged dink couple who wouldn’t run their mouths about where their little bundle of joy came from as long as their pockets were lined with enough hush money, and that was that.

It didn’t take long for them to realize though, that he wasn’t as normal as they had been convinced he was. Not even knowing he was doing anything wrong, little Stevie would have outbursts, or small tantrums as momma always tried to convince everyone who told her Steve was too much for her to handle.

These weren’t just normal crying fits though. Anyone who got near him would be just as sad or scared or frustrated as he was. A single sob from that boy had enough power to crack the foundations of the family home.

Most kids when they have a cranky morning will get on the nerves of their parents, but Steve could disrupt the whole neighborhood without even realizing it. And that was his power.

They didn’t have a name for it, really. The range of what he can do is too broad, too undefined by anything else. There was a telekinetic girl, a pyrokinetic he’s pretty sure is dead now. But Steve was just special. Part of what made it so easy to go under their radar was this, but it also made him a risk.

The only reason he wasn’t immediately reported and given back to the bad men was the power this frail boy carried. It scared Ruthie and John, and they decided that they’d rather face the men at that lab again than a seven year old who could accidentally destroy them with his emotions.

So they kept him, and certainly kept their distance. They forced him into a little mold of how to behave properly and made him take pills to weaken his powers. They send him to behavioral therapy and make him act like he’s not a failed government experiment. A fact which he only learned a couple of years ago after his pills worked a little too well at messing with his memory that he forgot to take them, and memories came flooding back.

For the same reasons, Steve’s bored of being careful. Bored of following all the rules and being passive, just pretending he’s like everyone else so mommy and daddy dearest are safe. He starts getting a little riskier, testing what he can do, since this is the first time he’s ever really had control over his ability. He finds a link with other people and their emotions, something of an empathy power, but he doesn’t get far in his research, because his plan very quickly goes to shit when Billy Hargrove rolls into town.

Where to begin with Billy. That boy makes him feel all sorts of things he never even considered. The very first day he showed his unimpressed (but very impressive) face at Hawkins high, Steve cracks his windshield. Oops.

He was able to tap into that control and tone it down, but that reserve dwindled the more he’s around Billy, and from there it just spirals. Bending the basketball hoop on accident, exploding light fixtures, giving everyone in the school headaches. It gets to the point where Steve has to come to terms with the fact that he had a crush on Billy, and that he has to do something to get it back under his control before somebody gets hurt.

That and he doesn’t want to get caught now. He just got back into the swing of using his powers before Billy interrupted his calm. Going back there, or whatever else might happen, is the last thing he wants for himself.

He settles for a pair of ray bans.

It’s stupid, but when Steve was still young and all but popping his mommas brains every single time he cried, she was desperate to find a way to get him to stop. She started to notice he’d concentrate hard on one thing and another would happen, staring at a lamp until it shattered, looking into her face until her ears started to ring and pop. So she does what she can to break that subconscious focus. Puts a barrier between him and all that he’s hurting. A plastic, race car themed barrier, but it does its job, and it worked every time until they got him on meds. So now that he’s old enough not to just tear the damn things right off his face, he figures it’s worth a shot.

Because nothing had made him this emotional, this out of control since the day he found out the truth about his past. Billy is special, and the very last thing he wants is to lose control and hurt him.

He still feels like a dope walking into the school with a pair of shades on. Everyone starts to stare in that way he tries not to let remind him of the lab and the doctors standing in circles around him, prodding and waiting for a reaction. Steve thinks wearing sunglass inside is the least weird thing to happen in the halls of a highschool if Tina can come in with a perm high enough to touch the ceiling, but whatever. He’ll get over it.

The fact that nothing’s exploded from how on edge he is, mostly from wondering if his momma’s trick will work and not because of their judgement, is a very good sign.

Boldly, he decides to put it to the ultimate test, and approaches Billy.

In his head, he’s so focused on just going to talk to Billy, he has nothing planned to say to him, but he thinks he would’ve forgotten anyways, what with the lazy smile Billy flashes him when he notices him approaching.

Steve’s gaze quickly darts past Billy to check for damage to anything, the racing in his chest from just a look like that typically enough to at least crack a window. Maybe he’s not as confident about this as he thought, or maybe Billy’s just really good at making him flustered.

Doesn’t matter, because he’s at the other boys locker before he has time to process what he’s doing, “Lookin’ for somethin’ Harrington?”

“Oh, yeah, I was just checking for uh, my fans. Yeah, they follow me around everywhere, you know?” It’s bullshit, and it sounds more than dumb coming out of Steve’s mouth, but it makes Billy laugh, real low and raspy and that’s a win in his book.

“That what the little disguise is for?” Billy hums and taps his temple, clearly referring to the sun glasses perched on Steve’s nose.

“Oh these? No, I uh, wear these ‘cause of the uh.. because I wanna sleep in class and down want the teachers to know?” His answer comes as more of a question than anything, so he’s grateful when Billy seems to be more interested in his excuse than the subject at hand.

“Pfft, yeah right. I’ve heard you sleepin’ on the basketball bus. Ain’t no way your snoring doesn’t get you caught before your eyes do.”

Steve just waves him off, laughs with Billy even if his heart isn’t in it.

Billy closes his locker door, switching the subject as the scenery switches. It’s all a distraction to Steve, but he forces himself to look Billy in the face as the other boy asks him, “Seriously though dude, you okay? It ain’t like you to switch up your look. You’re not hiding anythin’ under the shades are you?”

“Nah. Just been thinking, I’m not the King because I’m not cool anymore, right? So I’m tryin’ to look a little more.. interesting.” Steve’s not a very quick or good liar, despite the military guarded secret that is himself and the little black number seven carved into his arm, and he can tell Billy doesn’t buy it.

He’s a good sport though, throwing an arm around Steve’s shoulders and assuring him with a little jostle, “Aw, Stevie, you're cool in my book. At least as long as you quit comin’ up with reasons not to hang with me, yeah?”

“Yeah, I- alright. I can do that. Sorry for flaking so much though. Didn’t realize until you said something.”

“S’Cool. Just meet me at the quarry after dark and it’ll make up for it.” Billy offers, obviously trying to play up the coolness neither of them apparently actually have, and Steve can’t help but call him on it. “It gets dark at like, four-thirty, five o’clock anymore?”

“Fine. Meet me at nine, pretty boy.” Billy smirks, dropping his voice to add knowingly, “And lose the shades. I think you’re much more interesting without ‘em.”

#CherryLangeChallenge #harringrove #billy x steve #steve harrington #billy hargrove #experiment! steve #ej writer #story by ej!#this is a mess but that’s okay #I have two midterms tomorrow and can’t be bothered with cleaning this up again

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hmslusitania · 3 years

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i was back on a different kind of bullshit last night so have this fusion au I'll never write

Look, so, it's the 1940s.

Buck gets drafted. Eddie doesn't for various health reasons.

Eddie signs up for an experiment.

the programme is at least partly organised by Agent Maddie Kendall (i know, but trust me, he's just overseas and then later he's just dead it's fine). And see, because there's such an age gap between Maddie and Buck, Eddie doesn't know she's his best friend's sister, and Maddie thinks to herself "surely there is another Eddie Diaz" and so neither of them make the connection.

Eddie, obviously, becomes Captain America

And ends up in the USO

Which he hates because he's an introvert, but he's also really good at it, he'd just rather be doing something worthwhile. Anyway, he's doing a show in Italy and discovers that he's performing for the 118 and hey wait that's Buck's unit, hey wait they all got captured.

And so he goes to the colonel and to Maddie and is like "My best friend's unit got captured" and Maddie's like "hey! it was my brother's unit too!" and they finally figure it out in a very spider-men meme, but anyway, Eddie goes and breaks out the 118, including one Howard "Howie" Han (this is 80% of the reason this was in my head) and together they become the Howling Commandos.

Buck is reluctant to join on account of being pissy about Eddie being in danger (again) and also he's pretty sure Eddie and Maddie are flirting and for whatever reason that makes him kinda want to die on the inside

at some point he tries to be like haha you're flirting with my sister man and Eddie just like points him at the corner where Howie and Maddie are gazing deeply into each other's eyes and Buck's in a better mood after that

Anyway, then there's the train.

And then Eddie goes into the ice.

and wakes up much earlier than 2011 but he's handed into SHIELD supervisory custody with Agent Shannon [Surname redacted] and wouldn't you know it, they strike up a relationship which is against the rules, and wouldn't you know it but turns out the folk legend in the background of SHIELD about Project Rebirth, ah, separating the captain from his men if you will, not true.

And well, eventually, things implode and fall apart and then aliens invade and it's just like, it's a whole thing.

After the aliens, after Norse gods, after after after, Eddie ends up working for SHIELD in DC in his capacity as Captain America, and on a morning stress run, he runs into a ghost.

Not a real one, of course although considering the state of the world, that's probably a solid possibility. But the other guy running stress laps around the Mall at dawn looks exactly like that other Howlie, Howie Han.

"Nah, Howie was my grandfather. I'm Chimney," Chim tells him, and a friendship is struck.

Rounding out their trio for the sake of this AU is Lena, but see there's this problem.

Another ghost, another relic from the colder days, known only as the Winter Soldier.

they wanted machines right someone who could turn a switch and not be human anymore and that's not him it's not but how can he remember when they go out of their way to just overwrite all his memories all the time and the screaming that echoes in his head all the time is his own but

And the Winter Soldier is tearing through them, just rendering all of SHIELD basically useless, ostensibly took out Director A. Grant and everything.

But when they come up against him, the Winter Soldier's muzzle gets knocked off and really it's amazing what counts as a memory trigger, but Eddie saying his name works pretty damn well

the flashback, of course, isn't "I'm with you 'til the end of the line" it's "You can have my back any day" and the line when Eddie's almost dying trying to get through the Winter Soldier programming is "I said I've got your back, Evan" and well

When Buck drags him out of the Potomac (or was it the Anacostia? doesn't matter) Eddie is conscious enough to keep him from running, and instead they flee the dregs of SHIELD together, and hole up in the safehouse where Christopher lives, and it's that ultimate show of trust, placing him in the same house where he keeps his son, that breaks through the last of Buck's programming, and the fact that they've been just stupid in love with each other since like 1936 is allowed to surface, and they get to step aside from this awful life they've lived, together, on their own terms.

#the ghost ship fuses realities #i am on some kind of bullshit #anyway #i have opinions about catfa and 9-1-1

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ckret2 · 3 years

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Alright let’s talk GVK spoilers!!!

My reactions as best I can remember them!

- love how Kong is humanized from the very first scene, like every time he shows up he’s humanized so much more than other titans are. If that was at the expense of other titans being made likable I wouldn’t enjoy it so much, but like, Godzilla is made pretty lovable over the course of Monsterverse, Mothra is too, and all the titans featured for long are given recognizable emotions that let us see them as more intelligent and feeling than “just” animals; so all of them are made understandable/likable/sympathetic. But of them all, Kong is the only one really humanized. Which makes sense, because like, big monkey! Basically our distant cousin!

- And they kept playing, like, normal songs for him, which cracked me up.

- I really appreciated how you could SEE the titans in this movie. After all the weather effects to hide the titans in KOTM, there was such a clear difference in this one from the very start. Kong in the daylight! Godzilla makes his first attack at night, and even then you can see him much more clearly than you can for most of KOTM! Nice!

- after the Iwi were portrayed as silent stoic witnesses in Skull Island, I really appreciated that they took an Iwi character, made her a main character, and gave her dialogue and a real role to play in the story while also keeping her deaf/mute. I think that was a good way to improve on the way that the Iwi got got sidelined in the last movie while still maintaining the worldbuilding!

- I didn’t appreciate so much that, y’know, they murdered the rest of her people off-screen in order to do it. Couldn’t they have gone “her parents died so she got adopted by a Monarch agent that was close to her family, but like, the rest of her tribe is fine”? Or at the very least “their island got fucked up so they had to be evacuated but like they’re settling in somewhere else”? “They’re living under this island dome with Kong and they know what’s up and Monarch’s keeping them in the loop and they decided they’re chill with their new dome home, but this one girl likes to go on adventures with Monarch”? Something? Did we have to kill them all off? Y’all make up an entire fictional indigenous culture and then murder them off-screen when you don’t need them? Just let them live.

- a few minutes in I was like “hold on, we’ve got two characters that speak sign language, we’ve got a giant gorilla, gorillas learn sign language, is there any reason they can’t teach Kong?” and then later I was like “OOOOOH!!” Humans and titans learning how to communicate with each other has been one of my favorite themes to explore in Monsterverse fanfic so I was absolutely tickled to see it getting explored in canon, too.

- That said I think it’s hilarious that the girl managed to teach Kong to sign without, like... anybody seeing. Kong’s hands are above the tree line and there are cameras everywhere, how did NOBODY with Monarch see him signing.

- Bernie’s weaponized being an annoying coworker to such a degree it can only be called an art, and I really appreciated it.

- Godzilla’s extra chonky in this movie and I dig it. Roomie noted he was extra crocodilian and I dig that too.

- “There’s been no confirmed titan sightings in three years” I don’t buy that for a minute. They’re BIG. Rodan NESTS IN VOLCANOES. They found a MOTHRA EGG. Humans have A SCARILY WELL-FUNDED ORGANIZATION DEDICATED SOLELY TO FOLLOWING TITANS AROUND. Like, most of the lore in GVK that I don’t personally like, I can be like “eh... I can tweak it just a little bit with headcanons to make it work for me...” but NO confirmed titan sightings? You expect me to believe ALL of them moved underground when we’d previously seen them all prefer to live above ground? You expect me to believe that now that they’re all AWAKE, they learned how to HIDE?? Uh-uh. And at the end of KOTM there was stuff in the credits about using titan droppings as biofuel, obviously they’re still walking around up top! Can’t take that from me. Nope.

- Who the FUCK is Ren Serizawa and how is he related to Ishiro Serizawa? IS he related? Maybe they just dropped the surname as another “yeah this is a Godzilla movie for Godzilla fans” easter egg but I have a hard time believing that he can’t be somehow related to the other character with the Very Important Last Name who was so important in the last two Godzilla movies. If he is related I’m sure it’s been explained in a tie-in comic or the novelization or something, I’ll look it up later.

- I had to look up how much weight huge battleships can carry while writing a KOTM fic where Ghidorah hitches a ride on one, and y’all, I had to pull weird gravity-negating magic to get him to ride on that boat. Godzilla and Kong woulda sunk that boat like a rock. All I could think during that scene is “this wouldn’t work and I know that because I DID THE RESEARCH and I wasn’t even getting PAID.” I’ll choose to believe that Monarch gets special heavy duty ships designed to carry titans but nobody mentioned it because it wasn’t relevant to Kong’s journey.

- The bit where they could see where Godzilla was swimming because he’d got half a ship hooked to him that was bobbing around on the surface, didn’t Jaws do something like that with a buoy? It’s been ages since I’ve seen Jaws. Anyway good reference.

- Insert “they’re gonna need a bigger boat” joke

- I LOVED the part where they shut down all the ships to get Godzilla to leave. Both because, one, it’s a spectacular callback to KOTM’s “turn off all the guns so he knows we’re not a threat” that makes it seem like now that’s just what Monarch knows what to do to get G to chill out, and two... we know that Godzilla backs off either when he’s killed his enemy or when his enemy has yielded to him. At the end of KOTM—and the end of GVK—the act of yielding is presented as very ceremonial and uniform across species: everyone lowers anything they’ve got that could be dangerous (claws, fangs, beaks, axes) and bows to show Godzilla they’re not gonna fight. Battleships, obviously, can’t bow, but even without being inducted into whatever secret titan cultural intricacies might be going on, humans have figured out their own way to “bow” to Godzilla: cut all the power, so their ships can’t move and can’t use weapons. I know the movie presented it as “playing dead,” but c’mon, if Godzilla could hear MechaG power up from halfway around the planet then he could hear that Kong’s heart was still beating, and he’s been around enough boats to know humans can turn them off and on when they want. The humans bowed to Godzilla. He accepted that they yielded and left.

- Mark Russell looked like such a dad in this movie, like he’s retired 100% from being a rugged action hero and now he’s just Pure Dad. I like him better when he’s a dad, it’s a good development for him. He got like 3 lines and I’m like “I appreciate this character development.”

- Despite all my qualms about how conspiracy theories and extremist groups are handled in Monsterverse (and WHICH conspiracy theories they decide to reference), I really love Madison and Bernie’s dynamic. The adult man who’s the excitable wide-eyed believer in every BS conspiracy you can possibly imagine; and then the serious, severe Teenage Girl On A Mission who’s hypercompetent because she was raised for five years by a friggin doomsday cult militia; and despite having wildly different personalities they’re just, in total agreement about everything. Handled just a BIT differently (like, leaving out the more gross IRL conspiracies) they would be a wildly fun comedic duo—especially with Josh the Only Sane Man coming along as the hapless sidekick. And they all play off of each other so well! Both in a comedic sense, and in more serious moments—when Bernie talked about his wife, there was a real moment of empathy between him and Madison with very little said. I’d watch an entire movie just about the three of them. I’d watch a TV show.

- On the one hand I wasn’t too much of a fan of KOTM’s “all titans... are inherently In Tune With Nature... nature has a Balance, because that’s a Real Thing and not an anthropocentric concept to describe how we like nature to act, and they automatically restore it... because they’re like, some kinda borderline divinities or something... we should probably be worshipping them...” thing; but, now that it was totally absent in GVK, I sorta miss it. Like I feel like there needs to be a balance, a few humans who are like “i lowkey worship these dudes?” and a few others who are like “they’re cool but like, that’s a lil extreme” and that neither side be presented as Right in how they regard titans’ relationship with nature.

- “All titans come from THE HOLLOW EARTH” nah I don’t buy that it’s silly. Basically, what I object to is the idea that all titans have some sort of intrinsic similarity (they all come from the same hitherto-unknown location; they all are part of the same pack that has the same alpha; they all are fueled/fed by the same energy source; etc) rather than letting them be SEPARATE species whose only unifying traits are “they’re all big enough to fuck everything up everywhere they go” and “they’re big enough that the typically-insurmountable barriers between different biomes (mountain ranges, valleys, long distances with terrible weather) aren’t insurmountable for them, so even if they’re specialized in different environments they still all have to deal with each other pretty often.” I’ll make some exceptions for convergent evolution (i.e., claiming multiple titans developed similar traits that are relatively easy to spontaneously evolve and a prerequisite for a creature to survive at such a large size). But I can’t buy “this big gorilla has more biologically in common with this big crocodile-iguana than he does with, say, gorillas,” or most of the other “all these titans have THIS IN COMMON” claims that Monsterverse makes, including “everyone’s from hollow earth.” So I’m tossing that out the window and substituting my own headcanons. Some might’ve evolved there but some evolved on the surface. Maybe a majority of them like ducking in and out of the hollow earth like some kind of titan shortcut system. Kong’s species, I can buy, IS native to hollow earth, considering that they built a whole-ass society down there with tools and architecture.

- I’m SO curious about the little underground Kong home, the Godzilla motif in the floor, and the axe that appeared to be made with a Godzilla scute. What’s the story there??? We know Godzilla’s species and Kong’s species are ancient rivals. Is it because Kong’s species hunted Godzilla’s to steal their scutes to make weapons, seeing them as a valuable resource the way, like, early humans considered woolly mammoths a valuable resource—thus making that Godzilla on the floor equivalent to cave art of mammoths made by people who hunted them—until the Godzillas got pissed and started fighting back en masse? Or were Godzillas and Kongs already enemies when Kongs decided to start making weapons out of their corpses? Did they use to be allies, fighting together, with Godzillas voluntarily offering shed scutes and/or bones of their deceased members to Kongs, and that place used to be a shared home until they started fighting?

- What about that power source, is it something that was already there that both Kongs and Godzillas started to deliberately harvest for technology/atomic breath? Or did Godzillas automatically channel that stuff and Kongs exploited/borrowed/traded with Godzillas to utilize it too? Or is the power from Godzillas who collaboratively poured a bunch of power into the place thus that Kongs were able to use it too? I doubt Godzilla’s species CREATED all that weird energy but the question remains of whether, like, they channel it FROM underground, or naturally produce the same thing in their own bodies, or what.

- Godzilla using his atomic breath to dig a hole STRAIGHT TO KONG just to KICK HIS ASS is hilarious. How lucky that Hong Kong just HAPPENS to be straight over Kong’s house! Were all the tunnels to the hollow earth made by pissed off Godzillas who wanted to kick monkey ass??

- I loved the aesthetic of the battle scene in Hong Kong, with the brightly colored neon building outlines, VERY cool look. The choreography of the battle scene was great too, especially

- we literally broke into applause when Kong shoved the axe handle in Godzilla’s mouth. Love it, perfect callback, that was the ONE thing from the original King Kong Vs Godzilla I was hoping to see referenced and there it was.

- You could really see a difference in how Kong and Godzilla fought—Kong doing a better job at using tools and the environment, Godzilla fighting more like a reptile. They seemed to emphasize Godzilla’s more animalistic behaviors in this movie to accomplish that contrast—he was down on all fours and moving like a crocodile more often, he was clawing at Kong’s chest—but even though it seemed a bit different of a combat technique it also didn’t seem out of place compared to how he fought in prior movies. And we’ve already seen that if Godzilla’s involved in a fight and one of the combatants knows how to use the environment, it’s typically not gonna be Godzilla. (See: Ghidorah using the reflection in a building’s windows to see what’s behind him, and recognizing a nearby power source and biting it to juice himself up.)

- So many of Godzilla’s enemies seem to have specialized in negating his atomic breath in order to combat him! The MUTOs directly suppress his ability to use it—and it makes sense that that’s an inborn ability they have, since they evolved to use Godzilla’s species as prey. Kong has a weapon that both acts as a shield to absorb the breath and turn it back against Godzilla’s species—they didn’t evolve to counter Godzilla, but they developed tools once a rivalry happened. Ghidorah’s the exception—which makes sense, since he came from space—but even at that we see him using tactics specifically to take into account Godzilla’s most powerful weapon (such as keeping one head on lookout for when he starts glowing so that they know when they need to dodge).

- LOVED the reveal that MechaG was based off of Ghidorah’s brain, it has vibes of both the Kiryu Saga and the way that Heisei MechaG is based off of Mecha-King Ghidorah. Not the most surprising plot twist, since we’d theorized that they might use San to make MechaG, but I wasn’t 100% sure they were gonna go with it until they finally did. Even when I was going “huh, the mecha pilot’s chamber looks weirdly organic” I didn’t make the connection to WHY until the reveal, lol.

- “Ghidorah’s necks are so long that the heads have to communicate with each other telepathically” that’s COMPLETELY WILD but I love it, it follows very well from their prior portrayal as telepathic empaths in Heisei, it lines up with their emphasis on electricity (because BRAINWAVES AND ELECTRICITY, hey ho movie monster pseudo science!), and it very much compliments my own private headcanon that they’ve got some psychic/mind control abilities.

- The movie ended with both “Godzilla won, technically” but also “since they teamed up as equals, the ending doesn’t FEEL like ‘Godzilla wins, Kong loses’ but rather ‘they both won against a common foe’” and since I’m on both Team Godzilla and Team They Should Be Friends, I’m happy with this outcome. Plus since the last time they fought, the Japanese movie company graciously let the American monster win, so it’s only polite that the American movie company graciously let the Japanese monster win.

- There were just a few too many humans in this movie. I was intrigued by Ren but we didn’t get much out of him, but like I guess somebody had to be in the pilot’s seat other than the Apex CEO. Didn’t care for the author of the hollow earth book, I feel like his role was superfluous. Didn’t need the Apex CEO’s daughter there at all, coulda done without her. How about this, combine all three roles. Instead of having a whole-ass author who knows about the hollow earth, just casually reference that Rick from KOTM wrote a book about it since he was the expert, and (since he wasn’t in this movie) say that he tragically died going to explore the hollow earth himself, and that way we’ve got the book with the “titans are from there” theory AND an excuse to share the “humans die when they go underground” info. Now, have Ren be working for Apex as a pilot for Mechagodzilla, but have him be MechaG’s pilot because he’s also a good pilot in general, and can fly those HEAV things. Have Apex send him to Monarch to be like “hey, you guys trust me right, since I’m Ishiro Serizawa’s relative? We at Apex have heard all about your failed hollow earth expedition, and due to Ishiro I’ve got some past ties to Monarch so I’ve got high clearance with y’all, so I could bring over this useful Apex tech that’d let you go underground and use what I know about hollow earth from my past time at Monarch to help guide things.” Once they’ve got the little chunk of energy stuff and go topside, he hustles it straight to Apex and straps into his seat to run MechaG. Bam, you’ve combined “person who knows enough about hollow earth to help the expedition,” “person who represents Apex’s interests and gets the energy,” and “person who pilots MechaG” into one character, in a way that takes three flat/underdeveloped characters and turns them into a single interesting character with a lot going on and some intriguing ties to the rest of the cast.

I think that’s everything?? Hoo.

#gvk #godzilla vs kong #gvk spoilers #godzilla vs kong spoilers #godzilla #meta

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hi can u like make a fic of 1984 johnny where reader is daniel's twin sister? and she's like even better at karate than him?? thanksss

Can’t Stay Away - Johnny Lawrence x Reader

Summary - Reader is Daniels twin sister. Although she’s younger, she will do anything to protect her brother. With full confidence in going to a new school, she soon discovers what the pretty blonde boy is really all about.

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A/N - Thankyou for the request my darlin’, I really enjoyed writing this! Feel free to keep sending more, have a great day😘

Reseda was your new home, a fresh start as your mom would say - but it wasn't exactly a good start for your twin brother Daniel.

"Ma isn't going to let this go, you know that right?" You pointed out to his obvious black eye, that he came home with last night.

"Quit talkin' about it Y/N, it's our first day at a new school." Daniel sighed, cycling beside you as you walked.

"This is why you should've taken Karate with me back home." You groaned.

"I said quit talkin' about it, mom could only afford to send one of us to a professional Dojo." Wanting the last word, you continued.

"You still learnt basic stuff involving moves to use in a scenario where self-defence is needed. Are you still not going to take up my offer on helping to train you?" You asked hopefully.

"I'm perfectly capable of looking after myself." Daniel muttered.

"Tell that to your bruised baby browns." Daniel rolled his eyes but soon enough, the two of you were near the entrance of the high school.

"You going to tell me who it was that hit you before we step foot into the building?" You questioned.

"Are you going to promise not to get into any fights today?" Daniel mocked and if he wasn't your twin, you probably would've hit him.

"Exactly, now let's go." Daniel hopped off his bike and the two of you headed in, that was before he stopped and looked at a group of guys sitting by their motorcycles. They were kind of hot.

"Are you going to introduce yourself to the hot boys?" You joked and Daniel glared at you.

"Promise me you won't go near them." Daniel shrugged his words off like they were nothing, but now you had your suspicions. Were they at the beach last night? Did they hurt your big brother? Thoughts ran through your head but you had to prepare yourself for the first class of the day.

"I've got Math first." You told Daniel, looking around at each of the doors to see if you were in the right place.

"I've got History, so I guess I'll see you in Gym class." Daniel hugged you, before heading off.

"Brace yourself Larusso." You whispered, hoping to at least find someone to talk to.

"Class, we have a new student. You must be Y/N Larusso, class meet Y/N!" The teacher announced and suddenly all eyes were on you as you were greeted with hellos.

“Y/N you can go and sit with Mr Lawrence at the back.” He pointed at the boy who you’d seen earlier this morning.

“Mr Lawrence I hope you make Miss Larusso feel like she’s at home.” The teacher tutted and you sat down beside him. Johnny was unsure on you. Were you related to Daniel? Or was your surname just a coincidence?

“How’d you get the shiner?” You asked Johnny, knocking him out of his questioning thoughts.

“I haven’t even introduced myself pretty lady, I don’t think I will be giving you all of my personal information as of yet.” Johnny smirked.

“As of yet? So tell me Mr Lawrence, am I going to get your first name at least?” He chuckled but was impressed with how confident you were.

“Johnny.” He simply replied, then he noticed the sticker on your notebook. It was an outline of someone performing a side kick.

“I like the sticker.” Johnny admitted, neither of you paying attention to the class, even though you probably should’ve been.

“You like Karate?” You questioned him and he laughed.

“I’m an All Valley Competitor and one of the top students at Cobra Kai.” Oh there he was with his cocky attitude.

“What kind of name is Cobra Kai?” You muttered but he heard you.

“Don’t diss my Dojo like that Y/L/N, you don’t know a thing about Karate.” Johnny snapped.

“Speak to me like that again, and I swear to god I’ll roundhouse kick your ass into next week, got it?” You questioned.

“Oh really? What other moves do you know if you’re so good?” His demeanour had changed completely but deep down, he was fairly impressed you knew anything about his favourite hobby.

“I don’t think I have to explain myself to an All Valley competitor. I’ll have you know I was state champion back home, and I’ve been doing Karate for years.” You sarcastically told him.

“You know what Y/N? I like your attitude. You’re obviously passionate, but I’m not gonna believe it until I see it.” He said, referring to your knowledge of Karate.

“Asshole.” You muttered, only making him smirk more. You couldn’t deny it, he really was a good looking guy, he just came across as a douchebag.

The class seemed to fly by, and it was clear Johnny wasn’t going to leave you alone.

“You following me now pretty boy?” You raised an eyebrow at him as you headed towards gym class.

“We actually have the same class but I’ll take the compliment.” He winked. A few of his friends from earlier that morning had joined his side and it seemed that everyone’s eyes were on you once again.

“Why’s everyone staring?” You asked Johnny but his friend spoke before he could.

“We’re the Cobra Kai’s babe, you should be blessed.” The other blonde guy told you.

“Shut it Dutch, everyone’s just intimidated by us.” Johnny admitted and you had to hold yourself from cringing.

“Yo man last-night was sick, the way you hit Larusso, man it was an honourable night!” Some kid came over. Your eyes nearly fell out of your head. Daniel was now in eye-sight of you and all you could see was red.

“Yeah man, he got what he deserved, flirting with my girl.” Johnny laughed and you stopped in your tracks.

“Class is this way Y/N.” Johnny turned around, noticing you weren’t walking with him anymore. Daniel could see from the distance that he was at, that something was about to go down.

“Why does my sister look so mad?” Daniel asked to Ali.

“She’s around Johnny, he’s probably done something to upset her.” Ali replied.

“Nah she doesn’t get upset, it’s more anger before sadness with her.” Daniel told her.

“Maybe she found out that he was the one who did this to you last night.” Ali suggested and Daniel gulped.

“I need to get her out now.” Daniel handed Ali his bag and was quick to rush over.

“You’re the one who hit my brother last night?” You snapped, clenching your fists.

“Your brother? Wait, what? Daniel is your brother?” Johnny was gobsmacked.

“Are you serious right now? How many people do you know with the surname Larusso?” You threw your arms in the air frustratedly.

“Look Y/N, he was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Johnny tried to reason with you. Looking past Johnny, you saw your brother coming over.

“Y/N just leave it.” Daniel tried to remove you from the situation but you weren’t having any of it, and you were all sure to be late for Gym class.

“Oh precious face is here to save his sisters ass.” The guy named Dutch chuckled.

“You motherfucker.” You threw your bag towards the ground and punched him in the face. Dutch’s head flew backwards and he wiped the blood away with the back of his hand.

“Is that all you got princess?” He joked, getting ready to punch you, but you middle blocked it, before grabbing him and striking him with your knee.

“Dude she’s beating his ass and we’re not doing anything.” One of Johnny’s friends whispered.

“She said she was a state champion in Karate, I didn’t believe her.” Johnny was shocked to say the least.

“Dutch is a dick though.” His friend continued, and some fellow students stopped to watch - shocked that a Cobra Kai was getting his ass whooped.

“Does anyone else have anything to say about my family?” You called out. It was your luck that no teachers or other adults had seen what you had done.

“That’s what I thought.” You gave Dutch one last kick to the face as he was laid on the floor, before turning back to your fallen bags.

“Ma is going to kill you.” Daniel sighed, checking your face for any type of injuries - which once again, you were free from.

“Not if she doesn’t find out.” You told him. The Cobra Kai’s were now quick to see if their friend was okay. Johnny turned to you.

“You’re alright Larusso.” Johnny told you.

“Yeah I am, you’re lucky that isn’t you on the floor.” You said seriously.

“You’d never get me on the floor, I’m just surprised you’re better at defending yourself than your brother is.” Johnny looked at you like you were crazy.

“I managed to do it with him. Listen, stay away from my brother and I, you have a girl anyway.” You spoke to him, leaving Daniel to awkwardly wait a few feet behind you.

“Ex girl.” One of his friends piped up and Johnny shot him a glare before looking you dead in the eye.

“I don’t think I can stay away from you princess, you’re a different kind.”

#johnny lawrence imagine #cobra kai imagine #Johnny Lawrence #Johnny Lawrence x reader #cobra Kai #the karate kid #the karate kid imagine

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kuroopaisen · 3 years

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cause & effect || chapter 7

➵ your work friend, kuroo, has a tiny favour to ask. unfortunately, that favour includes convincing his family that you’re very much in love with him and have been for a while now. let’s just say it’s easier than you’d assumed.

warnings: f!reader, mentions of divorce

wc: 5.7k

m.list | ch. 6 ↞ ch. 7 ↠ ch. 8

It’s frustratingly cold as you step out onto the street in the late afternoon, scarf pulled up around your cheeks and gloved hands stuffed in your coat pockets. Sure, it’s a bit stuffy inside a jumper, a jacket, and an outercoat, but it’s what you’ve got to do. It’s the sort of afternoon that you want to spend inside, curled up next to your heater as you throw on a shitty Christmas film. Instead, you’re going to brave the minefield that is your boyfriend’s mother.

Well, not your real boyfriend. But his mother doesn’t know that – and she’s certainly unlikely to be any less critical of you regardless. You’re not sure the whole ‘deceit’ aspect makes it any less stressful. If anything, you feel more pressure to play your part well; for his sake more than anything else.

The reason for this mess is waiting for you, leaning against the nose of his car, dressed in a surprisingly stylish black coat and red scarf. He looks so nonchalant, gazing down the street with the same expression he has when trying to figure out the most appropriate sign-off to a work email.

“Morning,” you yawn, shuffling towards him.

Kuroo grins at you, his nose and cheeks bitten red by the cold.

For how tall and intimidating he looks, he’s got a nice smile.

“You sure you can breathe in all that?” He teases, appraising your winter gear with a playful glint in his eye.

You glare at him, shuffling towards him in all your layered glory.

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those men who likes to brag about how he never gets cold,” you huff, tapping his foot with your own. He doesn’t seem the type to have such a lack of self-awareness, but it’s not impossible that he’d just say something like that to wind you up.

“Nah,” he grins. “I just go for fashion over comfort.”

“You’re doing a terrible job then,” you giggle. Of all the words that come to mind when you think ‘Kuroo Tetsurou’, fashionable is not one of them.

Kuroo places an aghast hand on his chest, the look in his eyes not quite matching up with his slack jaw. “And here I thought we were friends.”

“Aren’t friends supposed to be honest with each other?” You tilt your head to the side with a sparkle in your eyes.

The nervousness bubbling in your stomach is already subsiding. It’s a silly little thing, a bit of meaningless banter on a winter’s morning, but you feel better. Embarrassing, really.

“You wound me,” he chuckles, shaking his head. He stands to his full height, rolling his shoulders. “You ready?”

You nod. “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

Recognition flashes in Kuroo’s eyes, his expression morphing from relaxed to mildly perturbed. “Thanks for doing this, by the way.”

You wave a hand at him before promptly stuffing it back in your pocket. “No problem. Also, I get a free dinner out of it.”

Kuroo raises an eyebrow at you, but his expression softens slightly. Although, you’re not sure it’s enough to ease the guilt he must be feeling.

(“Are you sure?” Kuroo asks, his brow furrowed as he leans across your work cubicle. His voice is quiet, hushed, as though he doesn’t want anyone else to hear. “You really don’t have to come if you don’t want to.”

“You sound like a broken record,” you laugh. It’s true; as surely as the sun rises and sets, Kuroo asks if you’re sure you really want to do this at approximately one in the afternoon. Sometimes at two. “It’s fine,” you smile. “I offered, didn’t I?”)

“Well…” He sighs, turning around and opening the car door. “Ladies first.”

You nod as you slip into the passenger seat. The stale heated air burns the inside of your nose; a sensation you firmly associate with the winter.

Kuroo is quick to join you on the other side, legs a little too long to fit comfortably despite his seat being pushed back quite far. You smile to yourself; he really is a strange mix of all the confidence and debonair of a successful businessman and all the awkwardness of an overgrown child.

The more you think about it, the more it makes sense that he’d be the one to ask this of you. But it’s on your own volition that you sit in his car, about to head off to see his mother.

Maybe this is going overboard. But something about his face while he was on the phone to his mother still bothers you. The panic, the exhaustion, the fear – he’s never acted like that with his dad’s side of the family. Something’s obviously up.

But you’re not sure how to casually mention that in conversation. ‘Oh, hey, I noticed things were kind of tense when you were on the phone to your mother, do you want to talk about it?’ It’s not even your place to pry.

At the very least, you want to support a friend ‘in need’. That feels reasonable enough.

✧ ✧ ✧

The drive is painfully silent.

You try your best to make light conversation, but it’s hard. Kuroo’s too deep in his own head to have a proper discussion. The joviality he’d greeted you with this morning quickly dissipated, replaced by an unusually sombre expression.

He’s never usually this quiet. There’s usually a quip, or perhaps a small observation he’d like to share. Seeing him this quiet, this withdrawn… it’s unusual. Well, for you, at least. Perhaps the Kuroo you knew was just a front, a mask securely fixed on to make workplace relationships run smoothly.

But… you’d like to think you know him better than that by now.

Forty minutes feel like eighty. But thank God it’s over.

He doesn’t even need to announce that you’ve arrived. The palpable air of dread that fills the car is indication enough.

That, and the fact that you’re currently parked in front of what appears to be a very standard house of the upper middle class. It looks rather fancy, with perfectly tended-to hedges and white walls. It almost looks like a show home, albeit a lot smaller.

“You ready?” Kuroo sighs, turning to you with tired eyes.

You nod. “I’m ready to charm the pants off your mum.”

You regret the words before they’ve even left your mouth.

Kuroo snorts. “Really? That’s the turn of phrase you’re going with?”

“I could run off and live a long, loving life with your mother,” you shrug. “You never know, ‘Tetsu’.”

He shakes his head with a smile. “Now that’d be a plot twist.”

“Mhm,” you nod.

Something in your gut wants to linger in the car, to put this off as long as possible. You don’t know what to expect; his father’s side of the family had been a breeze, perhaps even more kind and welcoming than you deserve. But something told you that won’t be the case with his mother.

Kuroo doesn’t knock on the door, nor does he shoot his mother a message. He fishes around in the mailbox and pulls out a pair of keys, reluctantly opening the front door.

You’re dumbstruck by how pristine everything is. It looks as if it’s been cleaned recently; probably in anticipation of your arrival. But you can’t comprehend this place ever being anything less than perfect, though. You can’t envision disorder here, neither in the little hallway or the charming little living room.

There’s something distinctly different about this house. It’s a little cleaner, a little more put together. Where Kuroo’s paternal household seems to revel in its rambunctious sincerity, this one seems more concerned with order.

Everything is where it should be; the design opts for minimalism over sentimentality.

There are still photos on the wall – a gangly, teenaged Kuroo smiling blithely next to a girl who looks a lot like him, a baby you don’t recognise, a group of people you’ve never seen before staring at you with tight smiles…

“We’re here,” Kuroo calls out.

“Yes, dear, I heard the door,” a woman’s voice calls back. Your stomach is tight, wound up like a pocket watch. “Come to the kitchen, would you?”

Kuroo glances at you before complying, shuffling towards the kitchen with the same reluctance as a petulant twelve-year-old boy. You follow, tottering after him as quickly as possible.

The kitchen is just as orderly as the rest of the house; a miracle, given the fact that Kuroo’s mother appears to be making curry.

She’s as tall as you expected her to be. She doesn’t share her son’s penchant for messy hair; instead, she looks like the sort of woman who’d be composed no matter what. She does share her son’s strong jaw and sharp eyes, and it seems like she’d look just as good in a suit.

Suffice to say, you’re even more intimidated.

“Dinner’s ready, Tetsurou,” she sighs, hand on her hip and ladle in hand.

“We just got here,” he blinks, gormless.

“That’s why I told you to arrive at six,” she says.

You and Kuroo exchange a look.

“Thank you for being so prepared,” you say reflexively.

His mother offers you a smile in response. It doesn’t seem insincere, at least.

“Is Akari coming?” Kuroo asks.

You know that name – his sister. She must be the girl in the photos.

“She couldn’t make it,” Kuroo’s mother replies nonchalantly.

You watch Kuroo’s face as it flickers almost imperceptibly with understanding. There’s something like relief in his eyes – but also something like annoyance. Perhaps both.

“And Haruki?”

There’s something to the way Kuroo says that name that sets you on edge.

“He’s working late,” his mother replies with a moment’s delay. Maybe she just took some time to process the question – but there’s enough dead air for you to be suspicious.

That’s when you remember.

(“So, your mum’s remarried?” You ask, tilting your head at him.

Kuroo grimaces on the other side of the table. “Yeah. To a lawyer.”

You chuckle, taking another sip of your lunchtime boba. “I take it that’s a bad thing?”

Kuroo bristles. “Well, he just… I just… we never got along, you know?”

“Ah,” you swallow. Incompatibility with a parent’s new partner is its own minefield, fraught with hurt feelings and expectations. “So, your mum remarried, and you stayed with your dad?”

“Mhm,” he nods. “Mum took Akari.”

“That’s your sister, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you talk to her often?” Your gut shifts. Siblings ‘separated’ in a divorce. Fraught allegiances, maybe?

“Yeah,” he takes a sip of his own drink. “I saw her last week.”)

Haruki must be the stepfather.

“I see,” Kuroo murmurs. This time, the look in his eyes is definitely relief.

“Go sit yourselves down,” his mother says, waving a hand at you two. “I’ll bring it out in a second.”

Kuroo obliges quickly, making a beeline for the dining table. You follow in suit, terrified of the prospect of being left alone in the kitchen with his mother. Kuroo pulls out a chair for you and you slide into it, folding your hands in your lap.

Well, the energy here is certainly… different.

Next to you, Kuroo sits with a clenched jaw. The only other time you’ve seen him like this is when dealing with particularly obnoxious sponsors; the ones that’d make even the most calm and patient of your colleagues want to tear their hair out.

But he shouldn’t have to feel like this, should he? It’s his mother’s house. Somewhere that’s supposed to be a home for him. And yet he looks so… so…

You nudge him with your elbow. He turns to you with a start, eyes wide. A smile is all you can offer him, as optimistic and genuine as you can muster.

His eyes soften ever so slightly; and, if you’re not imagining it, you swear you can see the whisper of a smile beginning to form on his own lips.

“Here you go,” his mother chirps, appearing so suddenly you’re not entirely convinced she didn’t just materialise out of smoke.

She sets a plate of curry down in front of you.

It looks gorgeous. Robust, richly coloured, with rice that looks like it’s the perfect consistency… it’s the sort of curry you’d expect to see on an advertisement, or maybe on a delivery app (where the image draws you in, only to leave you deeply disappointed when the real curry shows up looking significantly less appetising).

“Thank you,” you smile at her. Funny that your mood’s suddenly picked up, hm?

“You are most welcome,” his mother chuckles, sitting herself down in her own seat across from the two of you.

The three of you say your thanks before picking up your spoons. If there’s anything you can all agree on, it’s the fact that you want to dig into this curry immediately.

“Have you spoken to your sister recently?” Kuroo’s mother asks, scooping up some rice.

“Uh, yeah,” Kuroo nods, swallowing roughly. “I called her yesterday.”

“Did you tell her about your new girlfriend?”

“Not yet,” he mumbles, cheeks starting to glow.

“Afraid she’ll tease you?”

Kuroo genuinely chuckles at that. “You really think me such a coward?”

“You say that like I’m not also deathly afraid of your sister,” his mother smiles, “she could verbally tear me apart without even breaking a sweat.”

Kuroo’s chuckle becomes a genuine laugh. The sound brings you more relief than you could’ve ever imagined.

Even his mother seems to soften a bit.

She finally looks straight at you, a gentle smile on her face. “I hope it’s to your liking, dear,” she hums.

“Thank you,” you smile back, taking a spoonful of curry. It’s so good – warm and rich, with the sort of texture and flavour you’d expect from a comfort meal. You wonder if her penchant for cooking has passed down to her son.

“I take it’s a success, then?” Kuroo’s mother smiles wryly, tilting her head at you. You blink at her with wide eyes and round cheeks. Had you… done something?

“Don’t tease her,” Kuroo chuckles.

“I’m not teasing,” his mother tuts. “I just pay particular attention when someone’s trying my cooking for the first time.”

A surprisingly comfortable silence settles over the table as everyone tucks into their dinner, taking a moment to enjoy this dish that tastes like a warm hug.

Kuroo’s mother is the picture of smug satisfaction, revelling in the implicit praise of a silent dinner table. Although, you can’t blame her; if you could make a curry this good, you’d surely be acting the same way.

You’re grateful for the silence. Silence means you don’t need to be quick on your feet, trying to weave a realistic story. This woman seems perceptive; more perceptive than you’d like. Where his dad’s side of the family seem to place trust that Kuroo’s telling them the truth, it feels as though his mother would be able to unravel this little pantomime in an instant.

“So how long have you two been together now?” She coos, looking between the two of you with a sly smile.

You look to Kuroo, trying your best to suppress the panic in your eyes. You hadn’t actually asked what the answer to that question would be. Foolish, really.

“It’ll be, uh…” Kuroo clears his throat, raising an eyebrow. “A few months now?”

You nod along, taking another mouthful of curry. Curse the swirling in your gut – this meal deserves to be enjoyed wholly, not forced down during a bout of anxiety.

“And you were working together before this?” She asks.

“Mhm.”

You reach over and take Kuroo’s hand on instinct. Your grip is firm, tense. Kuroo squeezes your hand back. The amount of comfort it gives you is shameful; this isn’t real. He’s just a friend. A colleague.

“Ah,” Kuroo’s mother smiles. “So, it really is a workplace romance.”

The way she says it implies that the fact amuses her. Why? Had she not expected that for her son? Did she look down on a workplace romance? Perhaps some people might find it unprofessional, but… it’s not real. Not that you’d tell her that.

She asks a few more questions; where you’re from, what you like to do, what you studied in university.

You answer as truthfully as you can. The less lies you have to keep track of, the better. And, you hope, it might add some credence to your story – even if part of you worries that his mother might disapprove of you.

Not that it matters. You’ve had more than enough of this ‘method acting’.

The questions slow, although you’re not sure Kuroo’s mother is satiated. There’s a certain glint in her eye as she looks between the two of you.

“So,” she asks, her voice like cream, “when am I getting grandchildren?”

Your face flushes hot. The question isn’t being directed at you – well, not really – but the thought is enough to send you into a mental frenzy. Children? But you’re so young, and they’re a big commitment. There’s so much to think about – schooling, mental wellbeing, financial support—

“Be patient, mother,” Kuroo shakes his head, letting the question roll off his shoulders.

He must get asked this a lot, you think.

“You’re getting on in years, Tetsurou,” his mother purrs.

You resist the urge to frown. If Tetsurou was past his prime, then does that make you an old crone?

“I’m only twenty-four,” Kuroo mumbles. No matter how frequent a question like this, it’s always annoying.

“And?” His mother raises an eyebrow at him.

Kuroo rolls his eyes. You swallow down a laugh with a sip of water.

“And,” Kuroo croons, rolling his head to the side, “I’ve got to focus on my career.” He threads his fingers with yours effortlessly, holding up your clasped hands for your mother to see. “And so does she.”

Your heart is pounding now, blood thrumming in your ears. If none of your words are enough to convince his mother that this is ‘real’, then surely your darkening cheeks must do the trick.

“Well now,” his mother coos, “seems like you’ve got it all worked out.”

Something’s off. It’s in the way Kuroo’s mother looks at him. In the weight of the silence that’s engulfed you. In the way he squeezes your hand a little tighter.

You’re missing something. You can feel it in your gut. There’s an important piece of information you’re not privy to, or perhaps a part of Kuroo’s personal history that you haven’t been told.

Regardless of what it is, Kuroo and his mother seem to be having a silent war over it.

“I never asked,” you cut in, desperate to bring an end to this tension, “but what do you do for work?”

Kuroo’s mother blinks at you for a moment, as if she hasn’t quite processed what you’ve asked. “Oh, I’m a teacher.”

“What grade?” You ask. If you keep this ball rolling, then maybe you’ll all survive the evening.

“Middle school,” she nods, “although truth be told, I feel like I should’ve gone for elementary.”

“Why?” You smile. “Are the pre-teens too hormonal?”

Kuroo’s mother sighs, sitting back in her chair. “You wouldn’t believe how foolish some of those children can be.”

“Tell her about those boys who tried to make a flamethrower during chemistry,” Kuroo chuckles. He’s smiling, but he still looks beleaguered.

“Oh my God,” his mother groans. You worry for a moment; is she mad? Upset? Embarrassed?

None of those, apparently. She launches right into the story, complete with hand gestures.

You laugh along. Next to you, Kuroo’s shoulders slump a bit.

It may not be a victory, but the energy in the room has definitely shifted. You’ve got something to talk about. That’s one problem out of the way.

All you want to focus on now is getting Kuroo through the rest of the evening.

✧ ✧ ✧

A few more hours of idle yet painful conversation maintained primarily by you, and you’re ushered off to bed. It’s barely even nine thirty, but you’re ready to pass out and stay comatose until the morning. And an early rise means you can leave even earlier.

You’re not sure what to make of this place. There’s love here. You’re sure of it. And you think Kuroo’s aware of it, too.

But it’s a different kind of love; one that’s shaped differently, that’s taken on a distinct pallor. A certain distance, maybe? Love expressing itself primarily as nagging concern – something that often doesn’t feel much like love at all. It’s a kind of love that’s difficult to swallow, one that makes you want to push someone away rather than seek them out.

But you can’t be sure of anything. You only know so much. And quite frankly, your head is starting to hurt from all the thinking and worrying.

The room you’ve been relegated is Kuroo’s old bedroom, but you wouldn’t have guessed. There’s not much of him here; a few Shounen Jump’s here and there, a dusty volleyball sitting on the bookshelf next to a cheap-looking cat trinket.

There’s not much to imply that a teenage boy ever lived here, let alone a working adult. You wonder, briefly, how often Kuroo comes to visit. You can’t imagine he stays long.

The man in question looks far too big for this place, anyway. Even the double bed shoved up against the wall doesn’t look long enough to fit his entire body.

Unfortunately, it’s the only acceptable place to sleep in the room. There’s not even a couch for you to lie on, or even a spare futon.

Maybe you should’ve thought of this before agreeing to visit his mother for the evening.

But it’s too late now; the two of you are stationed on opposite sides of the room, both uncomfortably aware of the fact that there is, believe it or not, only one bed. You’re not against the idea of sharing a bed, even if for one night, but the prospect still feels… strange. Embarrassing, even.

Kuroo clears his throat, taking another perfunctory look around the room.

“I’ll just sleep on the floor,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Oh, no, I—”

“I dragged you into this,” he smiles. “It’s the least I can do.”

You open your mouth to protest, but he’s already leaving the room. The door swings shut behind him softly, leaving just the slightest crack.

You take a quick moment to change in your pyjamas, sitting yourself down on the bed with a sigh.

There’s no way this whole charade wasn’t going to have its uncomfortable moments. You were well-aware of that when you’d entered into it. But it has certainly thrown you some curveballs. If you’d asked yourself three months ago if you’d thought you’d end up sitting on a bed in a stranger’s house, after what was perhaps the most uncomfortable dinner of your life, waiting for your fake boyfriend to return as he sought out a blanket so he could sleep on the floor, you would’ve thought you were quite mental.

But you don’t mind. The thought of Kuroo having to go through this on his own, being lambasted with questions about why he hasn’t settled down and why he isn’t expecting a child… That must be frustrating to bear solo.

You hear voices in the hallway. His mother.

“Oh, she gets cold at night,” you hear Kuroo say, “so we usually use two blankets.”

His mother tsks. “That sounds rather high maintenance.”

Your stomach twists a little at that. So, you didn’t succeed. As soon as you’re out of sight, the façade drops.

“God forbid she gets cold,” Kuroo mumbles.

There’s an awkward pause. Somehow, the silence feels more honest. Like both Kuroo and his mother can talk with no holds barred without you there. Seems there’s a lot you still don’t know.

“I just think the two of you don’t have much chemistry.”

The words jolt through you. It’s not real. Your relationship isn’t real. But for some reasons, those words sting. Is it because they mean you’ve failed to do your job well? You were supposed to be helping Kuroo get his mother off his back, not give her more things to pick at him for.

“Excuse me?” Even Kuroo sounds frustrated.

“She’s no Ritsuko.”

It’s the way she says the word that betrays its relevance.

The silence that follows is pregnant with tension.

Ritsuko must be an ex. But that’s none of your business. He’s not your real boyfriend.

“I don’t want her to be Ritsuko.”

You’ve never heard Kuroo’s voice like that. It’s sharp, tight, unfamiliar.

“I still think you made a mistake, Tetsurou.”

“Would you just drop it?” There’s an edge to his tone, like his voice is armed with a kind of sharpness that people don’t tend to direct towards their parents.

“Well, you know what they say,” his mother sighs, a familiar kind of parental condescension in her voice. “Mother knows best.”

“If you want me to respect your choices, then you have to respect mine.”

Those words seem to strike her silent, the only sound the thumping of feet along the hallway.

The light of the hallway spills into the room as Kuroo pushes the bedroom door open, scowl on his face and blanket in hand.

You sit up a little straighter.

Should you say something? Were you supposed to have heard that? It seemed intense…

“Can I have a pillow?” He asks. The edge in his voice is gone as he turns to you, the resentment in his face replaced with exhaustion.

“Sure.” You reach behind you and grab one of the pillows, passing it to him.

“Thanks,” he sighs.

He pays you no mind as he starts preparing his ‘bed’ half a step away from you, tossing the blanket on the floor haphazardly. His back is turned, but you don’t need to see his face to know he’s scowling.

“Hey, Kuroo?”

“Hm?”

“Are you okay?” You ask gently.

He sighs, his shoulders sinking. “It’s fine. Don’t worry about me.”

It’s almost comical, how ineffective that request is.

You reach out and take his hand. You’re not sure why; it’s instinct, more than anything.

But Kuroo turns around and looks at you, his eyes wide. The expression makes him look a few years younger, confused and hopeful.

“I’m willing to listen, if you need it.” Your voice is so, so quiet. Is it the right thing to do? Is this what he wants to hear? It’s hard to say. All you know is that he doesn’t deserve to go to bed in such a foul mood.

Kuroo swallows roughly, still staring at you. His hand tightens around yours. His palm feels rough; was that due to the years of volleyball?

He sighs, sitting himself next to you on the bed and leaning back against the wall. He’s still holding your hand.

“It’s just…” His voice is delicate; perhaps even childlike. “Every time I come here, it feels like I’m fourteen again.”

You nod. It’s easy enough to understand – and you’re sure a lot of people feel similarly – but…

“Why?”

Kuroo blinks rapidly for a moment, closing his eyes. “It’s like… any progress I’ve made is dashed, and I’m back to square one.”

“What do you mean?” You rack your brain for any idea of what he could be talking about. Kuroo’s always seemed so secure, so stable. Even when he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he goes at it with such confidence that it makes you feel like he’s got it all under control.

But that’s Kuroo at work.

It seems that his private life was an entirely different stadium – one he can’t navigate so smoothly.

He opens his eyes and looks at you.

There’s a lot he wants to say. You can see it in his eyes. Yet something seems to hold him back.

“I have a hard time letting people in,” he admits.

“Really?” That surprises you. And yet, it doesn’t.

Kuroo is the perfect picture of cordiality, with an enviable ability to get along with most people he meets. He’d been lavished with praise for it at work numerous times.

But cordial doesn’t mean vulnerable. And now you think about it, you can’t quite imagine him letting his walls down all that often.

“Mhm,” he nods. “I… struggle with being vulnerable.”

You nod slowly. The ‘shape’ of Kuroo becoming clearer in the fog. “If you don’t mind me asking… why?”

Kuroo drags his bottom lip through his teeth for a moment, deep in thought. “I think it’s because I’m afraid I’ll get left behind.”

It startles you. The honesty.

Maybe it’s because you’ve just been talking about vulnerability. Or maybe it’s because you’d given him the platform he needed tonight. But you couldn’t have prepared for the weight of those words, nor the way he said them.

“Kuroo…” You murmur. You’re not sure what there is to say. All you know is that you feel that, too. Maybe less intensely than him, but you understand.

“That, or I’ll break someone’s heart,” he sighs, running his hand spare hand down his face. “Every time I’m here, mum grills me about being single. Every damn time. And she likes to bring up…”

He trails off. You can make a good guess of what the rest of that sentence might be.

Ritsuko. It’s not your place to ask; but you can’t help but be concerned for him.

You let the silence sit for a moment. This conversation is for him – it’s his choice what you do and don’t discuss. Who knows, maybe asking about this Ritsuko would just bring him more distress.

“Mum really wants grandkids, if that wasn’t obvious,” he scoffs, running a hand through his hair.

You smile a little. “I figured.”

He presses his lips together, looking up at his ceiling. “I don’t… I don’t want to marry some poor girl while I’m young just to pump out a child or two to please my mother. I don’t want to start a family if it’s just going to collapse around the kids because me and their mother weren’t right for each other.”

It’s coming together in your mind. The need for a fake girlfriend. The fact his grandmother would be concerned enough to arrange a miai. The fact that, during your entire time working next to him, you hadn’t heard anything about a partner.

Kuroo Tetsurou is starting to make sense.

“That sort of thing can really affect kids, you know?”

“Yeah, I do.”

His hand tightens around yours once more. You’d forgotten he was holding it. But, you suppose, touch from someone you trust can be a wonderful antidote for nerves.

“That, and…” He squeezes his eyes shut again, frowning. “It wouldn’t be fair on whoever I married just because it’s the ‘right’ thing to do according to my mother. It wouldn’t make either of us happy.” He pauses, his voice lowering ever so slightly. “It’d just be a waste of everyone’s time.”

“It sounds like a lot of pressure,” you say. It’s the truth.

Kuroo chuckles. “You could say that.”

He swallows, finally letting go of your hand. “Thanks for coming tonight, by the way. You saved me a lecture.”

“No problem,” you smile. “The food was good, at least.”

Kuroo cracks a small smile. You’re glad for it. He shifts forward on the bed and stands up, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m gonna try and sleep.”

“Good idea,” you nod.

Kuroo flicks the light off and the two of you settle down into your respective beds, shifting uncomfortably under the sheets. Yours feel new; a bit stiffer than you’d like, with all the firmness of that damned blouse you had to wear in high school. Uncomfortable as it is, it’s not the reason you feel so restless.

Today keeps running through your mind, random moments deciding to hang in your mind with startling clarity. Nothing had gone wrong, but it feels like nothing went right. It’s this strange limbo, a skinny path running flush against a mountain, hugged by a steep, seemingly unending drop.

Something clicks into place. Something about how Kuroo sees himself.

Kuroo Tetsurou doesn’t feel whole; he feels like a patchwork, a collage shambled together, drawn from a whole range of other people. Things that seem so certain to other people are lost in a fog for him; ideas about love, about family, about security.

For Kuroo, there’s doubt. A fear that something will fall apart. A fear that he’ll repeat the same mistakes as his parents – the feeling that he already has.

Divorce tends to do that to people. To families. It’s not as simple as a family unit being cleft in two. Instead, it’s like they’re torn off into chunks, bits of themselves overlapping with bits of everyone else, but with edges that don’t line up nicely anymore. Even when the parents tell their kids they don’t need to pick sides, it feels like every choice you make, every little thing you say, betrays an allegiance that can be weaponised. It leaves people as a bunch of glued together fragments without a place to belong.

Some kids respond with a staunch loyalty to one parent, simplifying their experience into a straightforward tale of good and evil. Others are left adrift, lost in the knowledge that perhaps both parents are wrong, perhaps both have performed acts of cruelty against one another.

But it’s impossible to known which Kuroo is. You have your suspicions, of course, but you know better than to make assumptions.

You roll over onto your side, seeking out his shape in the dark.

“Hey, Tetsurou?”

“Yeah?” His voice is already laden with sleep.

“Thanks for opening up to me,” you murmur. “I really appreciate it.”

There’s silence for a moment. Then, a confused little chuckle. “Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”

It doesn’t sound like he’s teasing you. Thank God.

“Well, it can’t’ve been easy,” you say, trying to find the right words to express yourself. “So… thanks.”

He hums in response. “Yeah, well… thanks.”

Nothing more needs to be said.

As you finally drift off into an uneasy sleep, you hope that, at the very least, you’ve managed to bring your friend some comfort.

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Heyo! Hope your doing exceptionally well, wonderful and ur staying safe! I was reading ur little oneshots for the movie! Verse and instantly fell in love! Think u have anymore for Kai and Lloyd? (But u don’t need to listen to this, obviously hehe) Have a splendid day!

ahhH thank you, I hope you’re doing well too!! :D oh man it’s been so long since i’ve written something for movie-verse, but I’ve had this little snippet in my head for a while so I guess it’s as good a time as any (and it is, of course, about kai and lloyd bc when is it noT)

it’s a little different than what i usually write, for movie-verse? but i hope it fits the bill! (takes place pre-movie, btw)

Of all his friends, Lloyd thinks Kai is most like the sun. Not just for his codename, and the enthusiasm with which he brings fire to the team, metaphorically and far too often literally, but for how bright he is. Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun at full force, strong and blazing and staunchly refusing to let anyone hide from his warmth. An endlessly combusting ball of stubbornness and passion.

Kai also reminds Lloyd of the sun in the way that he possesses about the same amount of brain cells the sun does, which is zero, because the sun has no brain — much like Kai.

“Hey, ru—de, ow, stop—”

Kai’s petulant response strangles off in cracked pain as Lloyd hushes him, simultaneously pulling the alcohol-soaked cloth from his arm with a sympathetic wince.

“Sorry, sorry,” Lloyd murmurs, wringing the edge of the cloth. “But I’ve gotta — it’ll get infected, if you don’t—”

“Nah, s’okay,” Kai says, breath hissing out through clenched teeth. He gives Lloyd a wavering smile that could almost be encouraging, were he not bleeding over Lloyd’s faded bedspread. “Just caught me off guard, I’m good now. ‘Sides, the — the stitches are gonna be worse, so—”

“It won’t be that bad,” Lloyd promises him, cleaning the rest of the deep slashes that run across Kai’s arm as quickly as he can. The lower ones aren’t so bad — he could get away without stitches, maybe. It’s the uppermost one that scares Lloyd, cutting deep enough into Kai’s skin to pose a threat. And Lloyd has no intention of leaving Kai anywhere near in danger, especially with the reason he’s hurt in the first place.

Lloyd swallows against the thick lump that suddenly forms in his throat, trying to banish the flood of emotions that have been rising since the battle against his father’s forces earlier. Surprise, shock, gratitude—? A swirling maelstrom of a deep-seated kind of aching warmth Lloyd is utterly unfamiliar with. It leaves him off-kilter, and words don’t come easily as they usually do.

Not that words ever come easily to Lloyd, but normally he isn’t quite this stuttering. Maybe. He hopes not. Maybe he’s just hyperaware right now, after everything, and he always sounds this embarrassing.

“I promise,” Lloyd continues, yanking himself from his thoughts as he busies with the needle. “I’ve got a lot of experience, and I’ll be gentle.”

Kai watches Lloyd threading the needle with a thinly-veiled fear, but he nods, the bravado Lloyd’s more familiar with making its way across his face. “Nice,” he says. “I trust you, Dr. Lloyd.”

Lloyd’s hands falter with the needle for a moment, before he resumes sterilizing it, ducking his head. Kai sounds like he means it — Kai sounds like he means everything he says, but the way he says trust hits differently, for Lloyd.

They’ve only been a team for few months, now. Not very long at all, to form any kind of trust in the son of your greatest enemy. Lloyd’s been going to school with some of the same people since kindergarten, and they’ve never looked at him with anything kinder than hatred, much less trust. And yet Kai is here, offering him his bleeding arm in Lloyd’s tiny room, trusting him to repair the damage he only took because he was protecting Lloyd.

Lloyd doesn’t understand. He doesn’t — people don’t — but his team—

They listened to him. Actually listened to him, to Lloyd. They actually listen to him in general, have since they were all thrown together in this odd little grouping, but it hasn’t quite hit home in the way it did tonight, when he’d snapped orders at them in barely-restrained panic, Kai’s blood staining his fingers as he’d staunched the knife wounds meant for him.

They hadn’t flinched back at his raised voice. Lloyd never raises his voice — he’s learned to keep it quiet, soft, unassuming. Even the slightest slip of frustration is enough to send anyone around him murmuring in suspicion, eyes narrowing and hissed whispers of just like his father filling the air.

Lloyd’s voice had been sharp and strained, barking across the rooftop, and they’d listened. No one flinched back, no eyes widened in fear — they’d just listened. They’re still listening, carrying out Lloyd’s orders without question, and it’s — it’s dizzying, if Lloyd had to put a word to it.

Cole and Zane are taking care of clean-up — something Lloyd will have to thank them for later, profusely. Neither were particularly happy about letting Kai out of their sights, but Cole and Zane are better at keeping each other steady than anyone else. It was the right call, Lloyd knows it was. Hopes it was.

But Lloyd hasn’t been having much faith in his calls, tonight. Not after Kai went down.

He swallows, focusing on the sounds reverberating from behind his closed door. Nya and Jay are talking with his mother, Nya’s louder tones easier to hear as she laughs. Lloyd knows her well enough to catch the strain in it, but he knows it’ll fool his mother. They’re distraction — Lloyd’s house was closest, and he’s got the best supplies stashed there. No one questions why he’s the one with the fully stocked medical kit, but Lloyd suspects they’ve all drawn their own conclusions.

He wishes they’d believe him, when he says it’s because he’s worried for them. He grew up with Wu as his uncle, who picks fights on a daily basis — with Morro as his cousin, who picks fights on an hourly basis. Lloyd knows the importance of having the good kind of medical supplies.

He finishes prepping the needle, squeezing Kai’s wrist briefly in warning. Lloyd’s not usually a tactile person — not that anyone would let him be — but he knows Kai soaks up touch like a starved sponge, and Lloyd’s desperate to give any kind of comfort he can before he starts with the needle.

Kai swallows, fixing his eyes firmly on the faded glow-in-the-dark stars plastered across Lloyd’s ceiling.

“Okay,” he says, his voice tight. “Bring it on.”

Lloyd swallows, steels himself, and sets the needle against his skin. Kai flinches at the first prick, eyes squeezing shut briefly, but otherwise he doesn’t move, jaw set stubbornly as Lloyd moves quickly. For his part, Lloyd keeps his eyes locked on the stitches, his hands steady. For all that Lloyd’s made up of bouncing nerves half the time, his hands rarely shake. Never when patching wounds up. He’s always been proud of how steady he can hold a needle, and tonight is no exception.

It’s the least he can do.

Kai suddenly tenses up, a broken-off noise strangling in his throat. Lloyd’s heart twists, but he stays steady, rallying himself. Conversation — Kai likes talking, right? Distraction, he can do that.

“So, um,” Lloyd stutters. On second thought, he’s awful at small talk. But — for Kai. “The way you took down that last guy was, it was really cool. Where’d you learn that?”

Kai bites his lip, exhaling shakily before he answers. “I train too, you know.”

Lloyd’s mouth quirks, despite himself. “Not like that.”

“What, a ninja can’t — can’t get creative,” Kai replies, through half-gritted teeth. Lloyd doesn’t say anything, but Kai rolls his eyes, continuing. “Fine. When I was younger, I ah…might’ve taken a few dance classes. For Nya! ‘Cause I couldn’t let her go alone, y’know, but they were — they were kinda fun, I guess, and maybe they slip into fighting, sometimes.” His cheeks darken, and Lloyd bites back a quiet laugh.

“Nothing like Cole, obviously, ‘cause he’s an actual dancer, but — that’s where I got it from.” He pins Lloyd with a glare, that’s somewhat dimmed by the scrunched expression of pain on his face. “Tell anyone and you’re dead though, okay?”

Lloyd hums his agreement, too focused on the stitches to reply immediately. After a moment, though, he speaks up again. “I did some ballet, when I was little.”

“No way,” Kai says, sounding delighted.

“Yeah, way,” Lloyd says. “I’ve heard from a very reliable source that dancing backgrounds are useful, with ninja stuff.”

“Very reliable meaning your uncle,” Kai grins.

Lloyd shrugs. “Maybe,” he half-smiles. Kai suddenly sucks in another pained breath, but to Lloyd’s relief, it’s likely the last one. He finishes off the stitches with a well-practiced hand, snapping the end of the thread and exhaling in relief.

“There. All done.”

Kai’s eyes widen. “Seriously, already?” He glances down at his arm, his other hand moving up to touch the stitches. Lloyd smacks it away, glaring at him.

“Don’t touch. You still have to watch out for infection. I’ll text you instructions for taking care of it, and everything. Just don’t do anything, ah…”

“No ninja-ing?” Kai finishes for him, crestfallen.

“Probably a good idea,” Lloyd says, apologetic. “But it’s not too bad. Shouldn’t take long, and you can be out, uh, ninja-ing again."

Kai is quiet for a moment, regarding his stitches. Then he turns to Lloyd, who is immediately staggered at the bright smile that stretches across his face.

“Cool. Thanks, Lloyd. You’re good at this.”

Lloyd can’t answer, his throat burning. He forces the welling moisture back, looking away. Kai’s only hurt for him, and that is layered with so much more meaning than Lloyd can comprehend right now.

“No problem,” Lloyd mutters, focusing instead on the voices outside his door in an attempt to find footing again. He can hear his mom laughing at something Nya’s said, open and relaxed in a way his mom rarely is. Lloyd’s heart twists into knots.

He doesn’t deserve them, any of them. Not really.

If Kai reminds Lloyd of the sun, then the rest of the team reminds him of stars. All bright and shining, bursting with warmth in their own way. Maybe not quite at the blazing heat that Kai does, but Nya is a north star if Lloyd’s ever needed one. Jay’s a blinking constellation, scattered stars that form a complex whole much larger than you’d thought. Cole’s the kind of star you see first pop up over the horizon, blending with the oranges and purples of the sunset, like a painting you’d see in soft watercolors. Zane’s the early-morning kind of star, the ones that stay stubbornly after the night’s left, dotting the pale morning with a calm steadiness.

Lloyd would be a planet, he supposes, caught in faithful orbit around the five people who have somehow, for some reason, given him a chance. It’d be generous, though. No, Lloyd is content just to be a moon — with no light of his own, reflecting only the brilliance others give him the best he can.

Kai’s finger taps the edge of his forehead, snapping Lloyd from his thoughts, and he blinks in confusion.

“Lost you there, again,” Kai asks, words mangled through a yawn. “Where’d you go?”

Lloyd shakes his head, turning his attention back to the bloodied thread leftover in his hands. His stomach turns, and he quickly sets it aside. “Just thinking.” He pauses, momentarily lost for words. He settles for jerking his head toward the window, where the smoke trailing from their hard-won battle is still visible against the dark sky, and gives Kai a wry smile. “How much do you wanna bet the cheerleading team comes up with a new song tomorrow?”

It’s been an inside joke for them, the ridiculous songs Chen and his gang keep coming up with to throw at Lloyd, and normally it gets a laugh from Kai. This time, though, Kai is silent, his eyes searching as he stares at Lloyd. Lloyd shifts under the attention, caught off-guard again. He doesn’t know what kind of look this is, that Kai’s giving him.

“They shouldn’t talk about you like that,” Kai finally says. His voice is quiet, but Lloyd can spot the brewing anger in it. Kai’s always got anger to spare.

“Sticks and stones, remember?” Lloyd shakes his head. He’s learned, after a while, that anger changes nothing. “Words will never hurt me.”

“Words hurt when people are throwing sticks and stones at you while they yell about your dad,” Kai grumbles.

“No one’s thrown rocks since second grade, actually.”

“Hm.” Kai’s tone is a mix of thinly withheld anger and mild amusement. Lloyd tilts his head, confused, and Kai gives a huff, anger tugging loose.

“Y’know, people say that if kids throw rocks at you in second grade, it means they’ve got a crush on you.”

Lloyd knows well enough it’s a joke, but he flushes red anyways, heat spreading across his cheeks. “Yeah, sure,” he stammers. Kai laughs at his reaction, though, the odd kind of anger departing, and Lloyd feels he’s found his footing again.

They’re quiet as Lloyd finishes cleaning up the medical supplies, Kai nodding sleepily on his bed while Lloyd carefully washes the needle in the bathroom sink. Maybe he can convince his mom to let Kai spend the night, he thinks. Jay and Nya , too — their apartment isn’t very big, but it’s awfully late to make them walk home, and Lloyd is fine with taking the floor, if he needs to.

Lloyd nods to himself, resolving to ask her once he’s finished hiding the evidence. His mom’s been so thrilled about him having people over at all, he can’t see her saying no. A smile pulls at his lips as he listens to the conversation outside his door again. Jay’s rambling on now, bright and excited without any of his usual reservation. He feels a pang, wondering if Jay’s the same as him — wondering if they’re all the same, playing at muted caricatures of themselves, too fearful to let whatever lies beneath shine through.

He wonders what it means, that they’re the ones with the city in their hands, that weight on their shoulders. Wonders what it means, that Lloyd feels safer with bullets strafing the air around him and his mask on, than he ever has with it off. That Green Ninja will always, always sound better than Lloyd in his ears.

“Hey, uh.”

Lloyd starts at Kai’s voice, twisting the sink off as he turns to face him. Kai looks half asleep, but the smile he gives him is bright as ever.

“Thanks, seriously. Not just for this, but for looking out for us. You’re a good friend.”

Lloyd’s heart skips a beat, his brain latching onto the word friend and holding on tightly, tucking it somewhere safe inside his chest.

“So thanks, Lloyd,” Kai yawns, barely awake at all now, but still stubbornly clinging to the threads of awareness.

Lloyd’s got his own thank you to give back, twisted and strangled behind whatever lump’s formed in his throat, but Kai’s snoring before he gets the chance to say it. So Lloyd tugs the edge of his comforter over his friend — his friend — instead, and runs the words over in his mind again and again, like a treasured line from a book.

On second thought. Maybe Lloyd isn’t so bad. He’s only ever liked his name the way his mom says it, without any of the snapping, harsh emphasis others give it. In others’ mouths, Lloyd’s name is a curse. In his mom’s, Lloyd’s name belongs to a person.

But he thinks, maybe, he likes the way it sounds when his teammates use it, too.

#answered #ninjago #tlnm #lloyd garmadon #kai smith #slight blood tw #i just. have a lot of feelings about friends #and a lot of thoughts about how the movie!ninja put each other on pedestals #not in an inherently bad way but #i think they all think so much of each other #they forget they're human #and that leads to fallout #anyways! movie bros T-T #my fic #masterofswag213

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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A quick (and well intentioned) response to those who are confused by fans thinking Ironwood might have survived:

“Ozpin presumably died off screen. I mean, the characters seem to think he’s dead. Cinder murdered him. I guess RWBY just didn’t want to show that outright. He’s gone for good.” Nope, nm, turns out he reincarnates into new characters.

“Qrow is suffering from a very powerful poison and the group isn’t anywhere near help. He’s dead.” The group is unexpectedly found by patrolling ships.

“Weiss got stabbed through the abdomen without aura. No one survives that!” Jaune suddenly unlocks his semblance to save her.

“Cinder was frozen solid and dropped off a ledge. Her story is done.” She just unfreezes next volume and goes on her way, pretty unbothered by it all.

“Penny died on screen. We definitely saw that. 100%.” Yet now she’s back, her body fixed and her memory restored without a single drawback.

“Okay, but Summer is absolutely dead. That’s her whole thing! She’s the dead mom trope. She was never even alive on screen to begin with.” Nah, now she’s likely a living grimm monster that might be cured before the series is out.

“Omg, Yang just died! She fell into the void!” Of course she isn’t dead. The whole team fell so it’s fine.

“Clover is dead though, right? Like, we saw him get stabbed and mournfully say his goodbyes to Qrow. So why is he in a hospital room rather than the morgue? Why the blanket and bandage on his chest?” Clover was indeed dead, but there was some confusion.

“Was Ironwood attempting to kill Oscar when he shot him? On the one hand, he couldn’t have known Oscar would unlock Ozpin’s magic. On the other hand, we’ve seen these characters performing landing strategies from incredible heights like, say, a floating city.” Again, a lot of confusion about what’s survivable.

“Is Hazel dead? The group acts like it, but there’s no body. The blast couldn’t have hurt him because it didn’t touch anything that wasn’t grimm-related. So what, did he just burn to death instantly in the time between speaking to Oscar and his blast decimating Salem? And his body disappeared when we return to the group, presumably all standing in the place where the fight just took place??” I guess? He’s dead until the show decides he’s not.

RWBY is a sci-fi/fantasy story that plays fast and loose with its own rules. Not only do we have a story where literally anything is possible (there’s advanced tech and non-magic and real magic!), but is also written by writers who frequently retcon or just don’t provide information, leading to confusion about the presumed limitations of this world — if they exist at all. How could Ironwood have survived? Because the writers say so. That’s it. He swims to the surface. He hides in the vault. He unlocks some random magical ability to save himself. Raven was there the whole time and portals him out for unestablished reasons of her own. It doesn’t even have to be logical because our basis for “logic” nowadays is “Character has a grimm nuke in their back pocket they never mentioned.” Why not give Ironwood a Handheld Atlas Teleporter in his back pocket he never mentioned? The bar for this stuff is not high.

Things just happen in RWBY so no, no one is “obviously” dead until you see a body and even then it might be a fake-out (theories about Clover), a resurrection (Penny), or just an entirely new writing decision (Summer). A falling/flooding city can’t stand in the way of the writers’ ability to just say, “Let’s bring him back.” (Neither, for the record, can a locked room with a fire.) Ironwood could show up in Volume 9 with a growled, “My semblance ensured I survived” one-liner and half the fandom would praise RT for this amazing semblance “reveal” and the other half would be pointing out that this isn’t possible because his aura broke and none of it would matter because the writers just... do things. At this point, especially after Summer, Penny, and theories of a spirit world adventure, I don’t 100% believe any character is dead-dead until the series is finished. A crash landing and a flood? You think they can’t write their way around that, no matter how stupid the explanation? RWBY doesn’t function under realistic rules and it certainly doesn’t follow the fantasy rules it’s established — or the implications of Cameos. I’m not saying Ironwood will return someday, I don’t want him to return, but I am saying the expectation that the writers will follow the logic of the scene they wrote or even keep to implied promises on social media isn’t something to bet on. If at any point they have a reason for bringing Ironwood back — from “It’ll get people interested again” to “It’s a great twist” to “It’s just cool” — then they can. In a show like RWBY, a little thing like a collapsing building or water isn’t going to stop them.

#rwby #mymetas

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literallythebiggestfuckingsimp · 4 years

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Our Little Secret

description: you and rudy have been sneaking around for a while now, what happens when you get caught in front of thousands of fans?😳😳

warnings: making out?? ooo and swearing oops (as a british person i can’t just NOT swear)

Rudy’s lips smashed against yours, moving hungrily as his arms snaked around your waist. You gasped, arms moving to hook around his neck as he slipped his tongue in your mouth. You had to be on set in five, and you were just passing the time with your good friend Rudy in his trailer.

Between the two of you, neither of you were quite sure what you were. So far, all you guys had done was purely physical. Of course, there had been lingering touches, longing stares, stolen smiles. But you hadn’t talked about it.

It had started with flirty jokes, and then, boom! It just kinda happened, if you were being honest.

Not breaking the kiss, the two of you stumbled backwards until you bumped into the table. You jumped up and he took his pace between your legs, detaching his lips from yours and turning his attention to the skin on your neck. You moaned, heading rolling back to give him more access.

“Hey, Rudy? You in there?” Your eyes widen at the voice outside the trailer door, freezing both yours and Rudy’s movements.

“Uh, yeah?” Rudy says, clearing his throat.

“Why’s the door locked, toot?” You could practically see the suggestive smirk on Chase’s face.

“Cause I’m about to take a shit and I didn’t want anyone to come in here and smell that,” Rudy replies, looking at you with a grin on his face. You rest your head in the crook of his neck, pressing your face up to it to suppress your laughter.

Chase laughs. “Alright, then, but have you seen Y/N? I’ve been looking for her everywhere.”

“Nah, sorry bro,” Rudy calls out when you shake your head at him. “I’ve gotta take this shit or I’ll explode. See you in a sec.”

“It’s good, bro,” Chase replies. “She’s gotta be on set now, though. I’ll find her, don’t worry about it. Probably went off to craft services or something.”

You glare at the door where Chase is stood on the other end, but your eyes widen wen you realise you’re gonna be late to set.

“Cya, man,” Rudy says, helping you down from the counter as you pat down your hair. Chase mumbles a “bye”.

You two wait until it’s clear, giving Rudy a quick peck as you subtlety sneak out the trailer door once you’re sure Chase is gone.

As you walk - more like jog - away, you look back. Through the window you salute to Rudy, and he salutes back with a maniacal grin on his perfect face.

♡

You’ve just finished shooting for the day, and straight away, you headed over to see Rudy. He’d slid you a note earlier in the day to meet him at his trailer once you were done.

Arriving, you were immediately pulled into a kiss by by the blond headed bimbo who’d stolen your heart. You smiled against his lips, happily thinking about the fact that you could finally call him yours.

Around two weeks ago now you two had finally sorted through your shit and admitted your feelings for each other. However, you’d both decided it would be better if you kept your newfound relationship to yourselves. You didn’t want to make things awkward if it didn’t work out, and, besides, sneaking around was fun. “Think of it as our little secret,” you had said.

You pulled away from the kiss and he pouted. Laughing, you pecked him on the cheek and watched as a smile took over on his lips. Rudy’s arms situated themselves around your waist as he laid the two of you down on the makeshift sofa in his trailer.

Rudy was lying on your lap as you played with his hair, occasionally kissing him as some stupid ass movie played on the TV. It was a nice breather from all the crazy scenes you’d been filming and you couldn’t feel more relaxed.

Well, that was until there was a knock at the door. You wasted no time in rushing into the bathroom, hiding as Rudy went to answer the door.

“Yo, dude,” you hear JD greet and you mentally cuss him out.

“Uh, hey, JD, Maddie,” Rudy says. “What’s up?”

“Why’re you being so weird?” Maddie questions, confused as to why Rudy seemed hesitant about letting them in.

“Me?” Rudy asks, shaking his head. “Nah, I’m not being weird.”

“Whatever,” Madison huffs. You hear her and JD walk in and mutter profanities under your breath. Thank god you had picked up your phone from the sofa or you would be toast. “We wanted to watch a movie and you have the comfiest couch.”

“What’re we watchin?” Rudy asks, bouncing on his heels. Madison shares a look with JD, confused as to what the hell was up with him.

“I dunno,” JD shrugs. “I gotta take a tinker in your bathroom, though. I’ll be right back.” He says, and your eyes widen.

“No!” Rudy calls out, and you search frantically for an escape route. There’s a window, but it’s kinda small, you’re not sure if you’d fit. Fuck it, you think as you hear JD and Mads confront Rudy about being weird.

“I just mean ... it’s kinda rank in there,” Rudy says, scratching the back of his neck.

“Disgusting,” Madison mutters.

“I’ll just block out the smell,” JD shrugs. “I’m desperate, bro.”

Rudy silently prays to himself as you fumble about the bathroom, climbing on top of the seat. You put one leg through the window as the footsteps land right outside the door, and try to slyly maneuver yourself out with your phone in one hand. Your plan fails miserable and you tumble to the ground, landing in a bush.

“Fuck,” you mutter, sitting up and pulling leaves out your hair.

The door to the bathroom swings open and you run as fast as you can back to your own trailer. You ignore the confused looks of the crew members, and Drew calling your name as he sees you run past with twigs in your hair.

As soon as you get back to your trailer, you shoot Rudy a quick text.

I jumped out the window ;)

Jesus, Y/N. You good?

Yeah, just thank god for my super rad spy skills.

Sure, baby. Sure.

♡

You giggle as Rudy pushes you down on your bed, peppering your skin with kisses, making you laugh more.

Filming had ended and you were currently quarantined with the cast, stuck in yours and Madelyn’s apartment. After the release of the show, you had gained quite a big fan base and your time had been occupied with online interviews and live streams. You’ve barely had the chance to sneak around with Rudy, not wanting to raise any suspicions since fans had already started shipping the two of you, pointing out the way he looks and interacts with you, and vice versa.

You didn’t want to let your friends catch on. Not yet.

Swiftly, you flip you and Rudy over, straddling him as you pull him in for a passionate kiss. You must not have heard the footsteps creeping up to your room, or the door swing open as you kissed your boyfriend.

A quick shriek alerted you of someone’s presence. You scrambled away from Rudy, cheeks red and eyes wide. It was Madelyn, stood frozen in the doorway, eyes wide. Clumsily, she dropped her phone, the object clattering to the floor

“Fuck,” Rudy mutters, pulling on his shirt as you put your hands over your face in attempt to hide you embarrassment.

Madelyn stands dead still, frozen to the spot. “Oh my god, guys, I am so so so sorry! I didn’t know you two were-”

By now, you had alerted the attention of Chase and Drew, who came running over at the sound of a scream. It didn’t take them long to connect the dots, between your rosy cheeks and swollen lips and Rudy’s messy hair and flustered appearance.

“Oh, shit,” Drew swore, eyes wide.

“Uh, guys ...” Madelyn spoke up, chuckling nervously. “I was on live and they saw ...” she motions between the two of you with her hands, “that.”

Honestly, you think you could’ve died, right then and there. You scramble to grab Maddie’s phone from the floor, seeing the comments screaming about what they had just accidentally witnessed and quickly end the live.

“I’m so sorry!” Maddie squeals, cheeks tinging red. “I was planning on scaring Y/N and I didn’t think Rudy would be in here, let alone that you two would be-”

You quickly cut her off, scratching the back of your neck and biting your lip. “It’s fine, Maddie. Seriously, don’t worry about it.”

“Yeah,” Rudy clears his throat. “You couldn't have known.”

“Uh, well,” Drew chuckles. “This is awkward.”

“Honestly, I’m gonna need a good few shots to erase the embarrassment of this moment from my memory,” you state, walking through the door and towards the kitchen where a bottle of vodka awaits you.

“I second that,” Rudy says, following you and lazily placing an arm around your waist.

Chase grins, watching the two off you. “So ... “ he trails off, gesturing between the two of you with his hand. “Are you two, yanno, together?” He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively.

You nod and Rudy smiles. “Yeah, we have been for a while now.”

“God, it’s about time!” Chase exclaims.

“You guys were pretty bad at hiding it,” Drew states, a grin of his own on his lips.

You mock fake offence, gasping as you poor the vodka into your shot glass. “We’ve been dating for four months, so, obviously not.”

Madelyn’s mouth hangs open. “Four months?!” she yells. “And you didn’t tell us?”

Rudy shrugs, kissing your cheek fondly. “Eh, it was pretty fun sneaking around.”

“Agreed,” you say, smiling up at him. He meets your gaze, pecking you on the lips.

“Ew, you guys,” Chase groans. “Just because you’re together now doesn’t mean you can be all openly affectionate.”

Madelyn whacks his arm, rolling her eyes. “Shut up, they’re cute.”

“Nah, they’re gross,” Drew jokes, laughing. “Anyway, I made Mama Starkey’s casserole. Who wants some?”

“Me!” you exclaim, grinning excitedly. If there was one thing you loved it was Mama Starkey’s chicken casserole. Also, eating and drinking would be a good way to get your mind off the fact that practically the entire world saw you on top of a shirtless Rudy, making out with him.

A/N: AHAHAH THE WAY I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END THIS SHDJSHJDH also pls excuse the crappy writing this was made at 4am last night😳

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