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bleachbleachbleach · 1 year

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The TYBW really brought back some concerning thoughts about how dark the Gotei 13 was. Having matured and gone back to Bleach with a deeper understanding of the terrors of life, I can’t help but to wonder just how much did the captains and the rest of the soldiers contribute to the First War and the Quincy Genocide. Who would’ve contributed to the first blood war and who would’ve had a hand in the genocide?

How much did the captains and the rest of the Gotei contribute to the First Blood War (1000 years ago) and the Quincy Genocide (200 years ago)? I think it's not so much a question of contribution; it was their war and their genocide--they were at the very center.

We just met the OG Gotei captains in TYBW, which I think answers the First Blood War part. As for Quincy Genocide, we've always assumed that anyone who was part of the Gotei at the time had a hand in the Quincy Genocide. It doesn't seem like an institution that is keen on conscientious objection, particularly given the way the Ryoka Invasion plays out (Ukitake and Kyouraku showing up with slightly-stolen sacred items to stare at Yamamoto with)--something tells me that doesn't usually happen. And you may not have even had to be in the Gotei to have been a part of that--there's probably plenty of room for mercenary for hire types like Yumichika and Ikkaku, re: whatever it is they were up to several hundred years ago.

I think it's safer to assume that if a shinigami was alive and employed 200 years ago, they were more likely a factor than not. (Even Nice Guys like Ukitake? Yes, absolutely. Nice guys do war crimes. Ukitake was clearly unwilling to genuinely engage Lillynette in Fake Karakura, but I think he believes enough in the Great Plate of Balance to have taken part. Plus, Kyouraku and Ukitake love Yamamoto, and this seems to be generally unchallenged sentiment throughout the Gotei. If there'd been statistically significant contention within the Gotei about the Quincy Genocide, I'm not sure that loyalty would have survived in the same way. I'm not saying everyone was gung-ho about it--the fact that civil war within the Gotei would be mutually assured destruction likely complicates these feelings, among other things--but it's on everyone's resume.

Two semi-related things we're very curious about:

1. What about the souls in Rukongai who were alive for the Quincy Genocide? What does this moment in history look like from the perspective of people caught in the crossfire? Does it impact Rukongai at all? Is it at their front door, or does it manifest as negative presence (e.g. 'man didn't there used to be more shinigami patrolling out here before? wonder what they're up to!') What does Junrinan Grandma think about all this???

2. Did anyone get anything out of the deal? In the sense that slaughtering magical humans was probably not a universally popular game plan, and that the number of different perspectives on and attitudes toward these marching orders was likely worth contending with. Sure, authoritarian regimes be authoritarian-izing, but I think in terms of the long-game and making sure the Gotei gets another 1000 years out of itself, minor concessions can go a long way. Can noble status be granted through joint agreement between Central 46 and the Noble Consortium? Can grant money be promised? More funds for the free press?

If you meet a death quota, can you successfully petition for a rare general discharge from the Gotei so you can start a dry goods store? Does the commercial business permit still take 200 years to go through approvals, during which time you've made Vice Captain and also made a series of strong investments and now have enough of a nestegg to instead start an upscale boutique specializing in glasses and other eyewear???

#junrinan grandma #shirogane ginjirou #asks #to the anon that sent this ask on november 8 and is getting it answered on december 27 please know it was not for lack of interest #thank you!!#we are simply very slow and chronically behind #we are still coming to terms with the idea that because there were 2 tybw episodes this week we went from being 1 ep behind #to nearly 25% of tybw behind in a single fell swoop LOL #bleach #no brain just bleach

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iwhumpyou · 3 years

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I've been lurking on your blog long before I actually made a tumblr because your whump prompts and your writing it just 👌👌👌. I think the first batfam fanfic I read was Furor, and then Panic Room and now I've spiralled down this hole of batfamily fanfiction and I dont know whether to thank you or to blame you but congrats for 1000! You totally deserve every single one of them 💖 for the extravaganza can I ask for a batfam fanfic with cuddle pollen and batfam cuddle pile + dick? (I hope I formatted that right lol)

I am very happy to drag you all down in my newfound obsession with me! Thank you so much, I’m glad you’re enjoying my work.

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“You don’t have to stay,” Dick said quietly, his arms loosely wrapped around Damian. He was using the younger boy’s head to prop up his chin and Damian wasn’t even making a whisper of a protest. “I’m fine.”

He accompanied this with a watery smile, like they hadn’t seen the look on his face when he’d been forced to let go of Batman for the decontamination shower. Like his expression hadn’t been so fractured when he’d come out, still dripping, changed into a shirt and sweatpants, staring at them in naked longing, that Damian had actually tackled him in a hug.

“Of course you’re fine,” Tim said, using Cass as a shield as he shuffled forward - Dick automatically opened his arms to encompass all of them in his lap, slightly displacing Damian. Steph wisely decided to sprawl over Dick’s legs instead, curling on on the medbay cot. “We’re just running low on our quota of Dick Grayson Hugs.”

Dick laughed wetly, his voice wavering, “Oh, really?”

“I’m going to regret saying that, aren’t I.”

“I didn’t know you missed my hugs, baby bird,” Dick said - and it was clear he was going for teasing, but he missed the mark and ended up at broken instead.

All four kids shot panicked glances at Jason. He sighed, elbowed Bruce - who was still typing up a report after concluding that the pollen was mild and should wear off in a couple hours with no ill effects - and stalked over to the cot.

As hilarious as it would be to jump on top, crushing Steph and sprawling over the kids, turning Dick into a pancake in the process, he rounded to jump up behind Dick, letting his older brother slump back into his hold.

“Your hugs are terrifying,” Jason said quietly.

“Jason!” Tim hissed immediately, as Damian barked out a scandalized “Todd!”

Jason ignored them both. “That’s the truth,” he said, feeling Dick tense in his arms, “That’s the reason we run the other way. Because your hugs are unconditional, and it frankly scares the shit out of all of us.”

Dick was almost thrumming, like he was trying to figure out what Jason was talking about and was flipping through ever-worse possibilities.

“Dickie, your hugs feel like the sun itself decided to come down to earth and wrap around us,” Jason said softly, “And we - all of us - we’ve never gotten hugs like that before we came here. It can sometimes be...overwhelming.”

Dick exhaled, slumping back. “Sorry,” he said in a small voice.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing, jeez,” Jason grumbled, “I’m just pointing out that everyone can tolerate different levels of physical affection.”

“You - you guys don’t have to keep hugging me if you don’t want to, the pollen’s fading -”

“The point that Jason is so eloquently trying to make -” Jason glared. “Is that we want to help, Dick,” Bruce said gently, coming up to the side and brushing a hand through Dick’s hair. Dick leaned towards him like a dandelion in a breeze and Bruce smiled softly as he continued stroking Dick’s hair.

Dick’s jitters eased and he relaxed, piece by piece. “Thank you,” he said softly, “I love you guys so much.”

Jason squeezed tighter, holding Dick close.

#fanfic #batfamily whump #cuddle pollen #dick grayson whump #hugs

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actionnerdgamerlove · 3 years

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Do You Want Me Now - Chapter 7: Family Dinner

Find it on AO3 here.

When Geralt pulled up to the farmhouse, there was a familiar car parked in front of it that did not belong in this driveway. A sinking feeling began to settle in his gut about the evening stretching before him.

As he walked up the wooden steps to the porch, he could hear Larkin’s warm, vibrant laugh over something – Eskel? – said, and her tone, when she spoke, indicated a certain closeness with whomever was around. Geralt instantly felt possessive and jealous, but he couldn’t say about whom or toward what.

“What the fuck is she doing here?” Geralt growled, as soon as he banged through the screen door to the kitchen.

“Oi! Rude!” Larkin replied, indignant. She glared at him under the safety of Eskel’s left arm, which hung around her shoulders with worrying familiarity.

“Fuck you, Geralt, I invited her, that’s what! This is Jaskier!” Lambert barked back, tone harsh.

“No, that’s Larkin, Lambert.”

“No, genius, this is Jaskier, my TA. Not your hot naked model.”

Geralt stood before Lambert’s unflinching murderous gaze, glaring angrily back at him, neither man willing to back down. Brothers, to the core.

Now, Eskel - not engaged in the stare down - slid his eyes over to Larkin, still tucked under his arm.

“Um. Huh. Well. Huh.” Larkin managed to look contrite, despite the circumstances. “This is unexpected,”

“So this is the friend you won’t shut up about? The one you and Aiden want to adopt?”

“Look who’s talking, asshole. I’m not the only one who ‘won’t shut up’ about her.”

“Lambert.” Geralt hissed, his cheeks starting to burn.

“No, no – what was it you said? If I recall correctly, and I do, it was something along the lines of ‘her ass is the most beautiful-“

“LAMBERT.” Geralt cut him off before he could continue.

“Eyes like a cloudless summer sky-“

“Wait, really?” Larkin interrupted. “Geralt, I’m amazed you strung that many words together at once because of me. Or, was this interpretive grunting? Do y’all have a manual for that, or like a dictionary?”

Eskel chuckled and shrugged. “You get used to it.”

“How does texting work? Is there an app for that? Translating ‘hmm’s’?”

“Oh, fuck you,” Geralt said, rolling his eyes.

“Oh, no thanks,” Larkin said brightly, “I’ll pass. I already filled my ‘venomous bite’ quota for the month.”

“Jas,” Eskel said, into her hair, “It’s the fourth of October.”

“I’m very efficient.” Larkin deadpanned.

Geralt didn’t know how he should feel if that was a joke. He especially didn’t know how he should feel if it wasn’t.

“Jesus, kid, when do you find the time?” Lambert cried, eyes wide.

Apparently…it wasn’t a joke. That uncomfortable coil in his gut got tighter.

“You know my rule.” She said, grinning at Lambert. “I’m very efficient.”

Geralt most certainly did not know her rule. He suddenly felt the intense desire to know it.

“Wait, was that the chick from last night?” Lambert asked, eyes wide. “You didn’t give me many details.”

“It’s still not worth any details, Boss. I fucked a hot chick in a bathroom at a space ship club.”

“Jas, what was it Lambert mentioned to me about last March?” Eskel asked, grinning.

Larkin turned to Lambert, mouth hanging open. “Tell me this is not a thing that is discussed. Lamb. C’mon, man, seriously?” Whatever reaction Larkin was hoping for she wasn’t getting. “My sex life is that much of a conversation piece with your…brother?”

Brother. Singular. Geralt frowned.

“Jas, you’re kind of a legend on campus.” Lambert said, looking sheepish. Larkin gave Lambert an exaggerated eye roll. “You ARE.”

“So,” Geralt started after clearing his throat, “What happened last March?”

“Oh, we’re speaking to each other civilly, now! How delightful. Lambert bet me I couldn’t have sex with a new person every day of March last year.” Larkin shrugged after speaking, like it was no big deal that was a bet that was made.

“She won,” Lambert said, sounding 1000% done.

“How would you even prove that?”

“Facetime calls after. Partly to make sure she was still alive, and partly to verify.”

“How is that even possible? How would you even find that many guys-“

“Well, that’s half your problem, right there. It wasn’t just dudes.” Larkin said, giving Geralt major side-eye. “It’s a college campus, man! There was no lack of available bodies.”

“There was a sign-up sheet toward the end,” Lambert said with a grin.

“Yeah, and that was fucking creepy as shit. I’m not an extracurricular activity,”

“Aren’t you, though?”

Read the rest of AO3!

#The Witcher #The Witcher Fic #MyFic #Geraskier #Fem!Jaskier #GeraltofRivia #Jaskier #Strangers to Idiots #Countess De Stael is a HAG

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commander-rahrah · 4 years

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Thank you to @hopelessly-shipper for requesting an Ethan Ramsey x MC fic with any of the prompts from the list. I looked through the list and felt this one had some serious “Ethan Ramsey” vibes.

Prompt #18: Sharing a soft smile across a crowded room.

Ship: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC Jordynne Holland

Word Count: 1000 words

Rated: T (kissing, drinking)

If you would like to submit a prompt like this one, please find the post from 50-item-writing-prompts here

She looked out of this world.

Ethan took a large gulp of his champagne, his blue eyes unable to move away from Jordynne.

Her blonde hair was down, styled sleek and hanging down her back like a curtain. She had on a simple black dress, a slit could just be seen — revealing a little bit of her tan leg. It was a double flashback — to how she looked that night in Miami… and at the Opera.

He was indulging himself tonight. Who would be able to tell where he was staring? He was just sitting, sipping on champagne and enjoying the over-the-top ballroom the latest Big Pharma had procured for their winter gala.

His table wasn’t empty — but he had made enough idle conversation with the nearing-retirement doctors to appease them and leave him alone now.

Jordynne was standing on the edge of the dance floor — nursing a champagne glass to her chest as she listened to two people nearby. She was so patient — he couldn’t even tell if she was enjoying standing there or not. She had so many qualities he didn’t. Patient. Compassionate. Forgiving.

Ethan watched as she tucked a piece of blonde hair behind her ear before turning to the side. Her green eyes found his icy blues ones too easily — like she was looking for him too. She stared back at him before a soft smile spread across her face.

Usually, he felt a desire to push down a smile — but right now, he let the corners of his mouth tug up easily. His smile matched hers as they stared across the room — past the tables, the servers, drinkers, and dancers.

She raised her glass up to him in an across-the-room cheers. Ethan matched the movement, and they took sips at the same time — their eyes remaining on each other.

Her soft smile turned sly before she spun around on her heel and began weaving her way away from the dance floor. She strutted away in her heels easily — the swaying of her hips mesmerized him for a moment. Blinking himself back, he watched as she moved towards a balcony — she looked over her shoulder at him once more, before heading out.

Was that an invitation? Should he go?

Ethan felt the gears in his head beginning to work in overdrive — where had they left things? They hadn’t really left it anywhere… It was all just assumed. The complication of their situation had remained.

Downing the rest of his champagne, Ethan stood up abruptly. It was just going outside — fresh air. That’s it.

The air was refreshingly cool as he stepped outside. There was a warm glow from lanterns hanging off the balcony, and twinkly lights from downtown Boston could be seen from up there. Putting his hands in his pockets, Ethan walked out nonchalantly, his eyes scanning around for her.

Jordynne was leaning up against the balcony railing, the now-empty champagne glass was hanging in her hand loosely as she stared at the view of the city. He stood for a moment — watching her, his eyes following the lines of her body. Before he leaned against the railing next to her, clearing his throat.

“Dr. Ramsey,” She twisted her body to face him.

“Dr. Holland,” He nodded his head at her, “You look… Good.”

“You don’t look half bad either, James Bond.” She winked, grabbing onto the bow tie of his tux.

Ethan gulped at the gesture, his skin tingling as her finger brushed his shirt a little as she pulled away. “Are you enjoying the evening?”

“It’s a Big Pharma gala… What do you think?”

“It’s all just bureaucracy and free champagne.” He pointed to her empty glass with a smirk. “So… how come you’re out here?”

“I needed a break. I didn’t really want to listen to another conversation about ‘the club’”. She rolled her eyes, before standing up straighter. “And yourself? Dying for some better company?”

A quiet chuckle escaped Ethan’s lips, “Always.”

She raised her brow, “And I fit that quota?”

“More than you know,” He chewed the inside of his lip, watching her.

A bright smile flashed across her face, “Good.”

The pair got silent for a moment — suddenly aware of being alone on the balcony, under the warm light of the lanterns and stars. “It’s nice to see you, like this.”

“Like what?” He put his hands back into his pants pocket.

“Outside of the hospital.” She looked him up and down, “It’s been a while since we’ve been together at something like this.”

Ethan licked his lips, “Right. Well, the last time—”

“Yeah, the last time.” Her tan fingers played with a strand of blonde hair nervously, twisting it round and round. He watched the motion closely. swallowing — feeling suddenly drawn into her.

Taking a step forward, Ethan closed the distance between them — causing Jordynne to furrow her eyebrows. “Ethan, what are you doing?”

“Just — I don’t know,” He said breathlessly, before lowering his face to hers. His lips pressed against hers hastily, his teeth catching on her bottom lip. He felt Jordynne kiss him back fiercely, her hands winding into his tux jacket. It was overwhelming — Ethan couldn’t keep up with his thoughts, the way she felt, the way her touching him felt. It had been so long since they had done this. Too long.

Pulling away, he stared down at her face — cheeks flushed pink, her eyes still closed. Her plump mouth was hanging open with the absence of his lips.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked softly. her eyelashes fluttering.

His fingers grabbed onto her chin once more, pulling her face up to his again. But he kissed her softer this time, deeper. His hands moved up her waist and back until his fingers were knotted in her blonde hair. He pulled away just long enough to let out, “‘Cause I’m an idiot.”. Before kissing her once again.

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If you would like to submit a prompt like this one, please find the post from 50-item-writing-prompts here

If you would like to read more of Ethan x Jordynne, please feel free to check out my Open Heart fic Residency! It is about my MC Jordynne Holland x Bryce Lahela x Ethan Ramsey

#ethan ramsey #dr. ethan ramsey #dr ethan ramsey #open heart #choices #choices prompt #ethan ramsey x mc #mc x ethan ramsey #writing prompt

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dracjoonie · 5 years

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BTS Reactions - They Have A Crush On Their New Tour Photographer (Photographer!Reader)

I tried to have some fun with this one, I’m not sure if its 100% what you wanted but hopefully its still entertaining <3

Tags: Just fluff and awkwardness

Requests are open ! 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

𝕊𝕖𝕠𝕜𝕛𝕚𝕟

You would have caught his eye immediately. He’s a grown ass adult so idk if “crush” would be an appropriate word to use, but he’d definitely be interested. And not at all afraid to show it. From day one of meeting you he would be walking right up to you to make small talk.

“Hi, I’m worldwide cutie guy; Jin. What’s your name??....Y/N..? I like that.. it suits you.”

“I hope you like it here, let me know if any of the other guys give you trouble though, I’ll knock em out.” He’d say playfully throwing up his fists.

When it came to you going on tour with them he would find excuses to talk to you, or would catch you as you were walking down the hallway. He would never be so persistent that he made you uncomfortable, but his interest would definitely be known.I think he would also make sure you were always taken care of(made sure you were fed, that you were getting enough sleep, that your hotel accommodations were up to pare) , adding that same concern to the rest of the staff as an afterthought/cover-up. When it was time to perform and you were taking pictures he would be very aware of where you were located. Every single show he would find you and his eyes would only leave your camera when the choreo forced him to look away, or while he was interacting with fans. It would be 1000% more intense while he was singing his solos as well because it would be like he was singing to you. The little staff member in the corner with the big camera.

“Hey Jin..? I know this is a strange question… But have you..perhaps.. Been flirting with me?”

“Did you only know realize that? Sweetheart, you’ve got a lot to learn.”

𝕐𝕠𝕠𝕟𝕘𝕚

He would probably be a little shy upon meeting you. Maybe waltzing into the meeting late/last and noticing you in the room, and then he would have a hard to looking away. Might even start daydreaming while looking in your direction. I think someone would probably notice him staring and bump his shoulder, and he would get all embarrassed about it. That classic gummy smile. He would say “Hi..” under his breath, and might awkwardly reach out his hand for you to shake.

He’d say~ “I’m Su-Yoongi, What’s your name?... Oh..Nice to meet you...Y/N.” Just before he bowed his head to you, smiling.

“Guess I’ll see you around.”

I think once tour started he would kind of keep tabs on you, but super lowkey so nobody would suspect anything or tease him. He would just want to know if you had showed up yet so he could compose himself in how to act around you. I don’t think he’s the type to catch a crush easily, so I think he wouldn’t really know how deal with one. New territory. But he would mostly try and act like it didn’t exist, or he would put up his typical cool/tough guy persona thinking that would make him seem more attractive to you.

During shows I think he would try and avoid eye contact with you as much as he could, but he would be hyper aware of your presence. Might even show off, or make sure when he was crowd pleasing it’d be at a good angle for you to take the best pictures. Mostly I just think he would pretend crushes were above him, but if he were ever confronted on it he would be super smooth about it.

“Hey, so I notice you always leave the room when I enter… have you been avoiding me.?”

“Truth is, I’m just a busy guy, but I’d be willing to tell you all about that over drinks some time..” *internal screaming*

ℍ𝕠𝕤𝕖𝕠𝕜

Like Jin I think he would be pretty unfazed. As soon as you met he would be all sly smiles and confidence. Wouldn’t be his first rodeo. He knows his strengths, and he would know how to use them to catch your attention. He would have no problem walking right up to you and introducing himself personally. Would also probably find and excuse to touch you.

“Hey, I’m Hoseok but you can call me Hope. We don’t usually get new staff as cute as you; I’m sorry, what was your name again?....Y/N? I’ll remember that.” Winks.

“Oh, let me just..” As he reaches out to move a misplaced strand of hair.

“There you go. Let me know if you need anything, I’ll take care of it personally.”

So confident he gets called out by the other members for his boldness. Honestly if he had a crush I think “Jay” would take over, and we all know how that goes. I think on tour he would be the most obvious. He’s already rude on stage, but he would be worse. And always in full view of you, making eye contact at the most spine chilling times before licking his lips and flinging water all over the crowd. He’d also be gauging the way you would look at him off stage, especially after a show. Guy would 100% know what he was doing to you at all times.

“Hey, so Hoseok? I think I’m gonna have to delete most of tonight's photos.. They’re very….”

“Very what?” He’d say getting closer, eyeing you as you fiddled with your camera nervously.

“Um…. risque.”

“Hmm, You know.. You’re even cuter when you blush.”

ℕ𝕒𝕞𝕛𝕠𝕠𝕟

He would get real stiff as soon as you entered the meeting room, probably nothing too noticeable, but he would be moving his hands around a lot or pushing his chin out a little more than usual. Probably would just try and remain professional and not give you much attention. Wouldn’t have too much trouble introducing himself, mostly from all the years of being the leader and having to get past his shyness.

“I’m RM..But you can just call me Namjoon.. This is-” Starts introducing all the other members. “I’m sorry, what was your name again? Y/N..hm.. so um.. How long have you worked as a photographer for? OH, well, we’re lucky to have you as part of the team.” And that would fill the quota for his social interaction with you that day. Nailed it.

During tour he would try not to be as much of a goof in front of you, wanting to give a good impression. But his goofiness would always follow him in the end. He would try to make small talk with you and wouldn’t be paying attention and would drop something, or be banging his hands on the table until things started falling. Or you would walk in while he was dancing around or making dorky sound effect and every time he would just hang his head in embarrassment. Probably would say sorry a lot, even though he hadn't done anything wrong. He would be thankful for the concerts because he could show you his cool side for once. Having the time of his life doing what he’s good at. And I think he would smile whenever he spotted your camera tracking him. It’d probably boost his confidence, and he would do more crowed pleasing because of it.

“So Namjoon.. I can't help but notice that you get really shy around me.. You wanna tell me something?”

“I..umm.” Gets really bashful.

“You caught me..” Gathers the last of his courage. “I can tell you about it over dinner some time if you’d like.. You can say no but.. I’m sorry, can I start over?”

𝕁𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟

He would be shy and smiley, but would play it off too well. When you entered the room I feel like the members would tease him immediately because of the way he would be looking at you. But he would just laugh it off, maybe looking back to you and raising his brows. Pushing his hair back per usual as he composed himself. Probably would wait for someone else to introduce him. Always teeter tottering between actually being shy and faking it.

“Nice to meet you Y/N. Wow you are soo cute.” And then he’d laugh really shlyly...sorta...kinda...on purpose.

“Well, cya around.” He’d say before waving to you and biting his lip; totally would be pressing his hair back again per usual.

This kid would be such a lil shit on tour around you. From not so subtly flirting with you, to impromptu dance practice simply because you were in the same room working. Oh he’s sweating? Might as well lift up his shirt to wipe the sweat away. Oh did he flash you? Woops. In the midst of him being evil he would also be very attentive and sweet. He would/does always thank the staff after a show, but might lingering on you a little longer. Always making sure you were ok, maybe even asking if you would ever want to tag along with him and the gang on group lunch breaks. During the actual concerts though... He’d be dragging the other members into his thot antics too, no one is safe. He’d be all body rolls and lip bites, totally just for the fans though.

“Hey Jimin?.. so ummm.. I wanted to show you this shot of you I took tonight.. The spotlight made you look like-”

“An angel? I know. But why don’t we grab some Soju Bombs and I let you take some close ups instead?”

𝕋𝕒𝕖𝕙𝕪𝕦𝕟𝕘

He would be pretty awkward at first once he knew he caught a crush, but I think he’d warm up fast. He would probably just be sweet and quite once he first met you. Might ask Namjoon to help introduce him, but I think if he was being that obvious Namjoon and the members would just push him to do it himself.

“Hi!... I’m V!..”

“Hi V, I’m Y/N”

“Oh!... but I knew that..”

He would be super smiley around you, and would just bounce his hair around super content. He would probably ask you a bunch of questions about your cameras and how you got into such a profession. Would be really interested in seeing your other works as well. Wants to be your #1 model.

I think during tour he would probably find excused to be around you a lot. Or would ask you to take aesthetic pictures of him wherever you were traveling. Would insist it had to be you because he loved your style. Would ask for ways to credit your work when he was uploading pictures, being especially respectful if you were older. During shows he would always be striving to do his best (does that anyway but) wanting to show you all of his talent and stardom. Would pose especially for you and would smile cutely when you’d give him a thumbs up after getting a good shot. I don’t think he would show of too much, just hoping you would like him back when he showed you his genuine self. Overall pure as gold, protect him.

“Hey, Y/N? There’s this museum I heard about in this city.. I was hoping you would go with me? We could take pictures… Maybe it could be… a date?”

“I thought you’d never ask~”

𝕁𝕦𝕟𝕘𝕜𝕠𝕠𝕜

He’s another one I think would be really awkward about it at first. Awkward and obvious as hell. As soon as he knew, he would stand as far away from you as humanly possible. The other members might even have to physically drag him over to you to introduce himself.

“Hi! I’m JuNgkook!” He’d say overly loud, maybe his voice even cracking in the middle. And then he would just be awkwardly darting his eyes around the room to everything but you. That classic awkward smiley Jungshook face that falls into a 1000 yard stare when he thinks about it too hard.

“You ok there Jungkook?”

“Uhhhhh.. YeAh I’m gR8, you how are?... I mean…*cough* What’s your name?”

“Y/N.....?”

“coolcoOolcool..”

Once he realized having a crush wasn’t gonna kill him he would get a little more confident. Might take some encouragement from the members, but he’d get there. Might be a dozen shows into the tour, but who’s counting? Eventually he would start acting more normal in front of you, slowly bringing in his jokes and his goofiness once he knew how much he liked making you laugh. Lots of slapstick. Probably would stare a little too long if he made you smile/laugh though. Mildly Jungshook at all times. During concerts he would try and put his underlying awkwardness aside and play it up 1000 for the fans. He’d probably try not to keep making eye contact with you in the crowd but it would happen anyway. And if literally ANYTHING mildly embarrassing happened on stage, full on Jungshook mode would be back and he’d just malfunction thinking about how you just saw that. Might have to pinch him.

“Hey Jungkook, whatcha daydreaming about?”

“OH! Uh.. I.DON’T.know.. “

Anyone else in the room→ “Dude just ask her out already, this is getting hard to watch.”

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REDOLFI ALESSANDRO : UN FALCO PER UNA SFIDA D'ALTA QUOTA.

REDOLFI ALESSANDRO : UN FALCO PER UNA SFIDA D’ALTA QUOTA.

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Who’s The Hero Of Your Story?, Ch. 11

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“Well, I can’t say we’re surprised, but we are very disappointed,” Raina said.

Of all the ways Jemma was anticipating this meeting going, a lecture was not one of them. A newspaper lay on the desk in front of Jemma with a headline that read ‘Quake Thwarts Federal Building Robbery’ blaring across it. Jemma’s three advisors stared her down with a demeanor of disapproving managers about to write up a minimum wage employee for not hitting a quota, rather than supervillains admonishing her for not murdering their archrival.

Jemma sighed and looked at the floor, trying her best to look scolded.

The first thing she had done, once she made her way home through the sewer, was to check on Fitz. She became frantic for a moment, not being able to find him in his apartment or in the lab, but once she returned to her apartment, there was a small note stuck to the door:

Simmons- This is the week I’m visiting my mum for her birthday. I knew you’d forget. I stuck a key to Mrs. Oswald’s place under your door, because I’m supposed to be feeding her cat this week (but I forgot, too). I’ll buy you dinner if you do it for me. -Fitz

Jemma scoured the note for an hour, looking for any indication that it was written under duress, but nothing looked out of the ordinary.

After Jemma was assured that Fitz was far away from her advisors’ wrath, she wasn’t so concerned when they called her to their office for this meeting. At this point, she didn’t care what they did to her.

So far, all they were doing to her was frowning. Well, everyone but Garrett. Garrett had the deepest scowl across his face that Jemma had ever seen and, when Jemma walked in, he sounded like he was suggesting torture methods. Jemma ignored him. She had seen the schematics of his anatomy that Fitz left laying around and knew exactly where all his weak points were.

Jemma stuck the dagger in the back of her pants, too, just in case she needed to defend herself.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have any more time to waste. We need to get this project on the road,” Quinn spoke up, seeming satisfied with Jemma abashed expression.

Raina sighed dramatically, “I know, it just would have been so much easier with Quake out of the way.”

“It would have, but our materials are already degrading. We need to act fast,” he replied.

Raina shrugged and replaced her scolding expression with a bloodthirsty grin. “Now, you get to help us with a more fun job.”

Quinn laid out a massive roll of blueprints, schematics of a complex machine, and strategic points throughout the city. Jemma recognized all the elements of it that she had helped retrieve: the diamond, cut into four prisms and split between the four copies of the machine; the gold and silver from the nursing home, melted down and hammered into thin strips of foil to conduct the laser that was being filtered through the diamond; some rare metal that was reported stolen the same night Jemma was meant to kill Quake. She even recognized a few smaller pieces of hardware from blueprints that Fitz had been working from for weeks, probably not knowing they were being used for this machine.

The only component that she didn’t recognize was a round container that appeared to plug into the top and had multiple currents running through it.

“What exactly is this part for?” Jemma asked, pointing to the sphere.

Raina grinned so wide she looked almost manic. “That is the pinnacle of your contribution to this project.”

Raina flipped to a different schematic sheet. “Once we found out about your little mind-control power, we were inspired. It could be used for so many things, but we needed to figure out a way to harness and replicate it. Thankfully, you figured it out for us.”

Jemma blanched and remembered the vial of spores from her new plants that she had given them. The spheres in each machine were filled with a distilled version of the spores and wired to replicate and disperse once the laser reflected into it.

“Then, we had to get creative,” Raina continued. “What’s the point of mind-control if you can’t use it on a mass scale?”

Quinn piped up. “So, we had your engineering friend help us whip up some crucial pieces and had you help steal the rest of what we needed.”

“Having you do it ensured Quake wouldn’t put together all our heists and figure out our plan,” Garrett added, “Also, it seems to have proven a decent distraction for her.”

“It would have been easier to accomplish this task if Quake was completely out of the picture, but we built in some safeguards. Just in case,” Raina finished.

“Once we activate these, there will be no one in the city who can resist us. We’ll have a million more henchman to get us what we need to make more of these little babies, and who knows? Maybe we’ll have the entire country in our control by the end of the year,” Quinn said.

Jemma gulped. In just one week, she had been dragged from petty theft to attempted murder and now world domination. No degree was worth this. She had to find a way to stop them, but the only person she knew could help, Jemma had threatened to kill the night before.

She was going to have to get creative.

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The minute Jemma got back to her apartment, she started packing. The Plan was set for three days from now. After that, Jemma knew that, one way or another, she wasn't coming back here.

She stuffed a few necessities in a backpack and threw it near the door. The rest of her items she start shoving in boxes. Luckily, she had been in this apartment less than a year so she still had all her boxes tucked in a closet. She piled up her things in categorized boxes, stuck a label on each one, and scratched Donate below it.

She sorted out a few sentimental items and put them in a separate box which she labelled Fitz and placed it off to the side. He could come get it whenever he got back from visiting his mom.

At which point Jemma would probably be dead.

The realization hit her like a speeding train and Jemma had to sit down and catch her breath. She had three days left to live. And if she didn't come up with a foolproof plan in those three days, a lot of people could get hurt.

If she managed to stop her advisors plot, they would almost definitely kill her. If she didn't manage to stop it, they would know she tried and they would definitely kill her.

If Quake happened to show up, either Quake would kill her or her advisors would, for not taking care of Quake when she had the chance.

Jemma’s advisors hadn't said exactly how they would use their new city-wide mind control abilities, but Jemma could imagine. They could get rid of anyone they wanted, do anything they wanted. No law enforcement or bureaucratic agency would be able to stop them from diverting whatever funds they wanted to expand their influence.

Once that happened, there would be no stopping them.

At this point, Jemma didn’t care if she spent the rest of her life unemployed if it meant she could foil this plot.

She hastily wrote out a letter to her parents (it was hard for her to word ‘I got involved in supervillainy, but changed my mind so now I’m either dead or on the run’ tactfully in a letter, so she just stuck with the basics) and tucked it in the Fitz box.

Then she wrote a letter to Fitz, mostly filled with instructions on cleaning out her apartment and how to get away from her advisors, but also with a lengthy apology.

She taped her spare key to the letter and slipped it under his door for him to find when he got home.

She glanced around the apartment. It looked just like it had when she first moved in; boxes piled everywhere, kitchen cabinets empty and hanging open.

There was no time to be sentimental. She had to come up with a plan.

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By the time the day came, Jemma had concocted and thrown out at least 1000 plans. None of them would work. She didn’t have enough information about the machine to figure out how to deactivate it, which was probably on purpose.

Her phone chirped across the room. She was already suited up and just pressed her mask on before she opened the message. She already knew who it was. She could hear the blades of the helicopter whipping through the air.

“Your ride’s here, Vine Girl.”

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