#and more than that he wants to meet Dennis where he’s at (see the ‘in a bro way!’ part)
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Bodyguard's touch - Chapter 1
@ladycheesington <3
Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader
Genre and tags: Modern AU, bodyguard Levi, romance, fluff, falling in love, cute, emotional hurt, comfort, protective Levi.
Story concept: Born the illegitimate daughter of a rich CEO, he hunts you down and welcomes you into the family. Levi is ordered to be your bodyguard and live in butler. Levi is order you 24/7 and the two of you develop strong feelings for each other. While falling in love with each other something strange is going on with your father's powerful business. Your father, his wife and two kids are being nice to you, but Levi begins to suspect that you were welcomed into the family for horrible reasons. Levi works hard to uncover the truth before you are hurt and beyond help.
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Part 2
You sat in the back of the convenience store as you ate your small lunch. You released a long sigh and felt exhausted. You worked two jobs just to make ends meet after your mother passed away. You were devastated and a debt had appeared from nowhere. You weren’t sure who was draining your mother dry of money, but someone was pissed and you had loan sharks sniffing around you so much. So, you worked hard and did your best. You even sold your childhood home just to get them off your back for a while.
You flinched at the bang against the door. “Coming!” You packed your food away and cleaned up. You opened the door and smiled at your manager, who was the sweetest man in the world. “Sorry.”
Dennis wafter his hand. “Don’t be sorry, okay? We’ve had an influx of people in. Take a half hour later.”
You blushed hard. “Oh, but that’s way more than I need.”
He placed his hand on your shoulder. “Take it.”
“I appreciate it. I really do.”
He winked at you. “I’ll man on till you get on the other.”
“Got it!” You hurried over to your till and got behind the long counter. You yanked on your apron and made sure your gloves were in place for the hot baked goods you’d made. You smiled at your first customer. “Hello, did you find everything you need?”
The smiled. “Yes, perfect. Oh, you baked different things! Could I have a sausage roll with pork, apple and honey?”
You put on your gloves, used the tongues, pulled out what they wanted, and slipped it into a bag. “Great choice!”
They took smiled as you bagged everything and said the price. They tapped their card against the reader. “I really hope you get a nice bakery someday. Your food is so good.”
You bowed your head. “Thank you, enjoy!”
You and Dennis worked together to get through the very long line of customers. Lunch was always a rush and it got to the point where you had almost none of your baked goods left to sell, so the hot food area was closed up. You cleaned up the counter space before leaving the area and began sweeping up and cleaning the floors. You couldn’t believe how much of a mess people left behind. You wanted to strangle some people.
“Excuse me?”
You stopped sweeping and gazed at the owner of the deep gruff voice. You gripped your broom as you stared at a well-kept man in an expensive suit with white and grey hair slightly swept back, a trimmed white beard and dark eyes. You gulped hard as you felt a little uncomfortable as he stared at you. You noticed he was staring at your chest, you were confused but realised he was looking at your name tag. You glanced behind him to see two men in suits with him that had what looked like earpieces in their ears. You blushed when the handsome raven-haired bodyguard stared at you and blushed a little.
You looked away and hummed. “Can I help you sir?”
“You are a pretty little thing, aren’t you?”
You gripped your broom even tighter. “Sir?”
He put his hand in his pocket as he grinned. “I can’t get over how pretty you are.” He chuckled and pulled out a silver case. He opened it and pulled out a business card. “I would like to have a word with you about something in private.”
You backed up. “I’m sorry, sir, but company policy states I cannot take contact details from customers.”
He offered the card to you. “I’m not a customer. I’m not buying anything here.”
“I’m sorry sir, but you being in the store qualifies you as a customer.”
He clenched his jaw a little. “It is really important that we talk.”
You bowed to him. “I’m sorry sir, but I cannot take that card.” You turned and made your way over to your boss. “Dennis? That old rich man keeps trying to give me his contact card.”
Dennis looked over at the man trying to come over. “Oh, that’s business tycoon Mr Chester Carter. It is best that you stay away. It is weird that he’s approached a young woman with his number.” He pushed you along to the back room. “Go have your half hour and I’ll deal with him.”
“Thank you.”
Dennis waited for you to leave before he walked over to Mr Carter. “Excuse me, Mr Carter but can I help you?”
Mr Carter glared down at Dennis and said your name. “I need her.”
“I don’t care who you are, but you should be ashamed of yourself for trying to take advantage of a sweet and kind woman.”
Mr Carter stared at Dennis for a while before turning to his bodyguards. “Levi? Get it done.”
Levi sighed. “Yes, sir.”
Dennis shook his head. “Nope, no you are not hovering around my shop.”
Levi walked outside with his boss. “I’ll wait for her after work. I’ll make sure she gets your message.”
Chester adjusted his tie. “I appreciate it. This needs to be done.”
“I’ll ensure it is.”
“You are my most trusted and best bodyguard.” He placed his hand on Levi’s shoulder and smiled. “I expect good things.”
Levi bowed his head and watched his boss leave in his armoured car. He clenched his jaw a little and felt irritation within him. He folded his arms and leaned against the wall as he thoughts about you. He covered his mouth and hid his smile. Levi thought you were cute beyond words and wanted to just wrap you up in his arms. He knew if you agreed to what Mr Carter had planned, then he would be taking care of you and keeping a close watch on you. By what Chester told him, you were close to his age and you had a similar life.
You put his hand in his pocket and pulled out his phone. He unlocked it and looked at the messages sent by his boss. He stared at your picture and felt his heart skip a beat. He smiled but his smile faded when he saw Heather’s name pop up. Heather was the daughter of Mr Carter and he wasn’t the biggest fan of the stuck-up rich girl who cried to Daddy whenever she could. He despised how she’d scream in delight at Levi whenever he was around. Levi enjoyed being away from her and he was going to enjoy being around you.
He frowned when he noticed some guys hanging around that were loan sharks. Levi was made aware by Mr Carter of what had gone on in your life. He was going to make sure he’d protect you from anyone wanting to hurt you. He snarled a little at the guys but saw them perk up meaning you were on your way out. He turned and saw you just walk out of the shop and say bye to your boss.
Levi walked up to you and wrap an arm around you and pulled you against his body. He lowered his voice to you. “Before you say anything and scream, I’m protecting you. Behind us are four loan sharks. Pretend I’m your boyfriend picking you up.”
You felt your cheeks burn. “Fine, but weren’t you with that old pervert today?”
“I was.” He glanced back at the men following. “I need you to stay calm, okay?”
“I’ve been fine on my own for this long.”
He pulled you to his car. “Trust me, kitten, when there are four of them you’re going to get a rough down and being a woman? You’ll get the worst kind.” He opened the car door. “Get in.”
You looked over to the four men and then back at Levi. “I don’t know.”
“If you don’t pay them money, they’ll take what they want from your body. Get. In.”
You gulped hard and climbed into the car. You flinched when he slammed the door shut and locked you inside. You pressed yourself against the window and tried to watch what was going on. You whimpered and felt a little scared. You looked into the wing mirror and saw Levi talking with the four men. You gasped when you saw Levi slam his fist into the face of one of the men and disappear out of view as he moved with them away.
You slapped around at the door trying to find the lock release. You turned and leaned over to the driver’s side and felt around the wheel until you saw the lock you needed. “Ha!” You held your breath when the car opened without you unlocking it. You slowly looked up to see Levi standing there. “Uh…”
Levi gripped the top of the door. “What are you doing?”
You stared at him for a while before yanking your body back, opening your door and running for it. You looked back as Levi shouted your name. You screamed when you saw him sprinting towards you. Levi was catching up with you and you didn’t want him to. You kept running as fast as you could to your apartment. You skidded past a few people and went to run up the outside steps to your floor, but Levi slammed his arm across your path.
You gasped and gazed at him. “Ah!”
Levi snarled. “Listen here, you little.”
“Get back!” You slapped him. “You’re just a crazy pervert like that old man! I will not fuck him! You, you…PERVERT!”
Levi stared at you. “P…P…Pervert?” He slowly went bright red. “I’m not…I…how am I a pervert? I’m just trying to protect you as my boss asked. My boss is your father.”
You felt your cheeks burn when you heard people whispering. “So, he wasn’t trying to get me in bed like some old rich men do?”
“No.”
You placed your hands on your cheeks. “Oh…oh this is embarrassing.”
Levi sighed. “I should have told you. He should have as well.” He pulled back and rubbed the back of his neck. “Let’s start over. My name is Levi Ackerman, I am a bodyguard and have been Mr Chester Carter’s top bodyguard for years. For the rest of my speech, we need to be in private.”
You nibbled your lip. “Fine, come on in.”
Levi watched you go up the stairs and felt his heart skip a beat at how beautiful you were to him. He really liked the fire that was inside you. He moved up the stairs and down the hall to your door. He admired you and couldn’t believe you’d slapped him. He liked you and he was looking forward to getting to know you.
You unlocked your door and pushed it open. “It’s very simple and not much. Do you want tea?”
“Please.”
You moved into your apartment and felt flustered that it was just one big room and a small separate room for your bathroom. “I uh…it’s pretty crap.”
Levi slipped his shoes off and hung his jacket up. “It’s cute.”
You moved around in the kitchen and felt your heart racing. You glanced over at Levi and felt nervous. Levi was incredibly handsome to you and with his blazer off you could see the impressive muscles. You liked how strong he was and that he did protect you from those loan sharks, but he was also cute and easily flustered. You were pretty sure he was a bit perverted because he had such a reaction to the comment. You didn’t mind that he could be a bit of a pervert, as long as it was with you.
Levi frowned when you let out a little moan. He glanced over at you and saw you slap your hand over your mouth and become flustered. “Something wrong?”
You shoved a cup into his hands. “N-no.”
He hummed. “Okay.”
You climbed onto your counter and sat. “So, what was it you needed to talk about in private?”
He leaned against your other counter and sipped the tea. “Firstly, this tea is delicious.”
“Thank you.”
He sipped again and sighed. “Mr Chester Carter is your father.”
You choked on your tea. “What!?”
He put his cup down and sighed. “Your mother was a baker, correct?”
Your eyes widened. “Yeah…yeah she was…”
“Mr Carter met her and had a romantic affair with her. He intended to leave his wife for your mother, however, your mother left him and he could never find her. He had searched and searched for her and finally found her, but it was her grave.” He released a long sigh. “He investigated and was shocked to find that the person who organised the funeral was her daughter. Mr Carter did the math and well, your mother running away lined up with close to your birth.”
You gulped hard. “I…see…”
“Mr Carter was deeply in love with your mother. He wanted nothing but the best for her. He wants to be a father to you.”
You whined a little. “I don’t know about that.”
Levi downed some of his tea. “Look, I won’t lie to you. His two kids and wife are pieces of shit and they’ll probably be cold to you. Mr Carter is always thinking up schemes, but he has talked about your mother a lot and how it was true love.”
You sighed. “It’s a lot to take.”
“I understand. Mr Carter wants to clear the debt and have you living in a home that was meant for your mother. I will be your personal bodyguard and butler. I will serve only you.”
You gazed at Levi for a while. “So, you’d have to look after me?”
He nodded. “Twenty-four-seven.”
You shivered a little. “You’ll get sick of me.”
“I doubt it.” He moved closer to you. “You’re full of surprises. You’re the first person in years to ever lay a hand on me.”
You gasped when you remembered you had slapped him. “Oh! Is your cheek okay?”
“I’ve had worse.”
You jumped off the counter and slipped past his beautiful frame causing him to be intoxicated by your scent. You opened your small freezer and got out the ice pack. You wrapped the back up in a clean tea towel and turned to Levi. “It still must hurt a bit.”
Levi blushed as you pressed it against his cheek. He leaned into your touch and hummed in happiness. “I suppose it does sting.”
“You don’t have to act all tough. Also, thank you for getting rid of the loan sharks for me.”
He placed his hand on yours. “Don’t mention it.”
You hummed and lowered your head. “You were just doing your job, right?” You clenched the pack and then smiled at Levi to hide your feelings. “Still, it was kind of you.”
“You’re welcome. Now, no running from me if things get bad again, okay? If you’re going to run, you run to me.”
You nodded. “Okay.”
He pulled your hand and the pack from his cheek. “You should get something to eat and rest as well. I have to head get my car and make sure this area is secure. I’ll take you to and from work.”
“But I never agreed to the whole situation with Mr Carter.”
“You don’t need to. He has asked me to protect you and I want to. If you accept, then I’ll be a bigger part of your life and you get a new home.” He walked to your door and pulled out a cigarette case from his blazer pocket. “I’ve done many stressful jobs such as looking after his other daughter, who is demanding, and taking care of troublesome clients. This job? I want to do.” He popped the cigarette into his mouth and stepped outside. He gazed at you and lit it. “Because of you.”
Your eyes widened as your heart skipped a beat. “Levi…”
“Goodnight.”
“Night.”
Levi waved his hand and made the long walk to his car. He smiled a little at how cute you were. “Tch, damn adorable brat.”
You packed up a nice breakfast as your cheeks burned at the thought of Levi. He’d been looking after you for a few days now. Every trip to work had been amazing. Levi and you would talk and you discovered you had a lot in common, but the one thing he wouldn’t talk about was his job. He said basic things about it, but he wouldn’t go deep and you were sure it was because he might have done things he wasn’t proud of. You didn’t mind though because Levi was kind to you.
You perked up when you heard a knock at your door. You rushed over and opened it to reveal Levi on the other side with a cigarette between his lips. “Good morning, Levi.”
“Morning, kitten.”
Your cheeks burned. “I made breakfast.”
“How kind.”
You offered him the little box with food in it. “You can have it while you keep watch.”
He took the box from you with cute bears on. “Thank you. I’ll enjoy it. Are you ready to head out?”
You grabbed your bag and hummed. “Yeah.” You gasped and grabbed a thermos. “Your tea as well.”
“You take care of me too much.”
“I just want to make sure you eat plenty and are well.”
He sighed as his heart swelled. “Tch, damn kitten.”
You pointed at Levi. “Those are bad for you.”
He pulled the cigarette from his mouth. “I know.”
“You should stop.”
“It calms me.”
You pouted. “But it’s bad for you and it’ll make you sick.”
He tilted his head. “Thank you for caring so much about me.”
You put your bag on and hurried out the door. “It’s nothing really.”
Levi smiled a little and followed you to the car. “How many jobs are you working today?”
“Just the one. I’m in the bar today.”
He growled a little. “Tch, that’s the worst one.”
You sat in your seat. “It’s not that bad.”
“It’s terrible. You get treated like shit by customers.”
You put your belt on. “Today might be a better day.”
Levi sighed and drove you to the small bar you worked at sometimes. He wished you didn’t have to work these bad jobs, but it was your choice and you still hadn’t decided to join the Carter family yet. He also understood why you wouldn’t want to join the Carter family. Even though Levi was paid well by the Carters, they were a shifty and spoiled family. He didn’t like each member for certain reasons, but there was one member of the Carters he adored and it was you.
Levi got the door for you and saw the exhaustion on your face for a split second before you covered it up with a cute smile. He hummed and gripped the door. “Tch.”
You turned and looked over at Levi. “Something wrong?”
“No.”
You sighed and turned to your job. “I’ll see you in a few hours. Enjoy your breakfast.”
“Thanks.” He watched you go inside. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out his cigarette case but paused. He remembered how you wrinkles your cute nose up when he smoked around you. He sighed. “Why do I care what she thinks?” He climbed into his car and grabbed his breakfast. He opened it and felt himself blush and smile when he saw how sweetly presented everything was. “Tch, damn cute kitten.”
You hurried around the bar serving different people. You ignored the drunken men trying to touch you or grab you, but it all became too much when a woman started accusing you of purposely flirting with her boyfriend to get a better tip. You were panicked as someone confronted you, shoving you and shouting right in your face. Your heart was racing as you felt the fight or flight urge in you. You wanted to fight so badly, but you needed your job.
Your cheeks burned as she screamed and shouted at you. You felt so embarrassed so you bowed to the woman. “I am so sorry, Miss. I will return your food and get you something else and I’ll get you a new drink too.”
She rolled her eyes. “You’ll get me food and drink? You should have done it right in the first place instead of flirting with my man! You really think he’d want you when he has me?”
“I’m just doing my job, Miss. I was just serving your party. If my service came across as flirting I am sorry, it was not my intention.”
“Talking back to me now, huh?”
You gulped. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t-.”
She launched her plate at you causing the plate to break and cut your arm up when you raised your arms to protect yourself. “I don’t want to hear it! Do you know who I am!? This is disgusting!” She pointed to the floor. “Clean it up.”
You knelt as you fought tears. “Yes.” You slowly picked up the pieces of the plate and put them in your hand. You gasped when she pressed her heel down on your hand causing it to be cut by the broken plate. “Ow.”
She smirked at you. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see your hand there.” She grabbed her drink and held it above your head. “You look a little dirty, let me help.”
You winced and closed your eyes tightly expecting to feel the drink. You were accepting of this all. You knew this woman was a regular and was fucking your boss. So, no matter what you did or said she was in the right and you were wrong. You needed this job because out of all of them, it paid the best and you could get tips as well.
“Tch, oi, oi, oi, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
You opened your eyes to see Levi crushing the woman’s wrist and turning it so the drink poured on the floor. “Levi.”
The woman’s eyes widened. “Levi Ackerman!?”
Levi snarled. “No one touches that woman, do you understand.”
“I d-didn’t know she was with you!”
He yanked the woman closer to him. “Doesn’t matter if she is or isn’t. You don’t treat people that way, you disgusting human being.” He released her before slamming his fist into her gut. He watched her drop to the floor and vomit all over herself. “Tch, bitch.” He turned to you and noticed the blood. “Kitten.”
You sniffed. “It’s okay. I’m okay.”
Levi gripped his fist tightly making the leather glove groan. He scooped you up into his arms and adjusted you. “I’m taking you home.”
“I don’t have first aid there.”
He looked down at you. “We’re not going there, we’re going to the home Mr Carter has for you. I have ensured it is fully supplied for you.”
“Levi…”
“This stuff today? It will never happen again if you stick with me and move into the Carter home.”
You clung to Levi and hid your face. “I just want a shower and bed.”
“Let’s get you home then.” He placed you in the back of his car and put his blazer around your shoulders. He climbed into the driver’s seat and made his way to your new home. “We’ll clean you up first and then I’ll treat your wounds.”
You pulled his blazer tightly around you. “Yes, Levi.”
He sighed and pulled into the secure parking spot under the building. He picked you up into his arms and carried you into the lift. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there the whole time. I failed to protect you.”
You hugged Levi’s neck. “You did great. You saved me just in time.”
“You’re only saying that to make me feel better.”
“No, I mean it.”
He chuckled. “You’re too cute sometimes, kitten.”
You blushed and hid your face. “What’s with the pet name? I never asked.”
“You remind me of one.” He walked out of the lift towards your door. He unlocked the door and kicked it closed behind him. “You’re cute and sweet, but you’ll claw someone’s face off if you have to.”
You laughed a bit. “I didn’t do much clawing today.”
He took you to the bathroom and sat you down. “No, but I could see that you wanted to. Plus, you have a mean slap.”
You giggled. “Levi.”
He started the shower and talked you through how to use the expensive thing. He sighed. “It’s a bit crazy, but it is nice.”
You nodded and walked over to it. “Thank you.”
He pointed. “Heated towels are there. I’ll get some clothes for you.”
“I appreciate it.” You waited for him to leave before you washed up in the shower. You wrapped up and saw clothes left for you. You pulled the soft clothes on and moved out of the bathroom and bedroom to see Levi in the living space setting up the medical things. “Levi.”
Levi looked over to you as he blushed hard, he couldn’t believe how pretty you looked. “Feel better?” He saw you welled up as you nodded. “Hey, hey, hey.” He walked over to you and hugged you. “It’s okay.”
You clung to him as you sobbed against his chest. “I’m not crying!”
Levi held you close. “Of course, you’re not. I see no tears.” He released you and sat you on the sofa. “Let me tend to these wounds while you don’t cry.”
You sniffed and rubbed your tears with the sleeve of your long shirt. “Mm. Thank you.”
He cleaned your arm up and saw that you didn’t need stitches at all. He wrapped your arm up in a bandage. He inspected your hands and placed a few plasters on. “There, all better.”
“Thank you.”
“You want something to eat?”
You shook your head. “I want my mum.”
Levi’s eyes widened as you started sobbing again. He pulled you close and held you tightly as you cried yourself to sleep. He sighed and thought about bringing his mother and father over because he knew both would shower you with love. He picked you up and carried you to bed. He tucked you in and promised himself that he would take great care of you and make sure you wouldn’t cry again.
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Over-analyzing the shit out of “Meet The Spy”
- You’re insane if you said you suspected Scout. The writers of this short did a good job hiding the fact that this was Red Spy in disguise at the time. The whole narrative of deceiving the audience is a perfect way to bring out the character’s affects on people and to show how much of a threat he really is.
- Speaking of which, what makes the character even more horrifying is the Spy’s general ability to seemingly psychoanalyze people around him. Blu spy (subjectively) shows signs of suspecting the disguised Scout, and Red spy roleplays as Scout so accurately, right down to his over the top ignorance and pretending to cut himself with the blade of his own butterfly knife. He couldn’t have done this without throughly gathering information on his own teammates. Creepy mf.
- Speaking of that scene where Red Spy pretends to cut himself, the whole action itself is GENIUS writing. Not only are the other mercs being deceived into thinking this is the real Scout, but the audience is as well. Because no spy would do such a terrible job demonstrating a basic opening balisong trick. Only someone as over his head and stupid as Scout would pick a weapon up too confidently without thinking twice and then promptly cut himself with it.
- After Scout sends a random storm of insults Blu spy’s way; he then adds “No offense..” At the end. If you watched this short the first time you wouldn’t have caught it, but this random proclamation at the end is Red spy’s own self awareness and sarcasm shining through. Showing how ironic it is that he’s indeed resorting to insulting himself in order to pass off. He doesn’t think that about himself at all; let’s be honest. This isn’t enough to be a slip up because it has double implications. You can also interpret this as Scout not wanting to get on Blu spy’s bad side. Red Spy knows how to choose his words wisely.
- Blu spy’s “I can assure you, they weren’t like me.” Is another double implication. It could be either seen as passive aggressively objecting against Scout’s insults, or even threatening the Red Spy he suspects might be disguised as Scout. Lots of fucking social mind games here for the audience to try and understand.
- When Scout sees the Blu spy’s head get blown clean off, he reacts as if he’s shocked at soldier’s lack of impulse control. Not only did Red spy deduct pretty quickly he had to react like this in a spilt second, but also you can notice his mask beginning to slightly falter in this scene as he realizes his main competition was now gone. The way he steps forward to check if Blu spy is truly dead is way too off-putting and doesn’t fit Scout’s typical body language whatsoever.
- Finally, Scout’s expression turns into a dead fucking hard gaze once he realizes he has the perfect opening here, now that soldier and heavy are distracted. This gave me chills as a kid. Then the disguised Red Spy throughly demonstrates he’s fully capable of doing a knife trick. The camera is right at his hand and makes sure to place emphasis on this moment as realization slowly sets in for the audience that they’ve been completely misled this entire time.
- Red spy finishes Blu spy’s sentence before he got blasted to smithereens. Showing once again how ironic the situation is, perfectly balancing ironic humor and the feeling of pure terror. “Right behind you.” Comes off more raw than it should. Emphasis on this line is done perfectly by Dennis Bateman. Sounds both like a velvet whisper, and a snake hissing before striking. 10/10 acting here.
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Ok people seemed to really like the last post I made summarizing an unwritten fleshed out worm fanfic I had, so here's another! This one's an altpower and wait where are you going come back its good I swear.
(tw: suicide)
Taylor triggers with Ingenue's power after an incident involving Sophia (who is removed from the wards and not a part of this fic past this), and outs Sophia as a cape since Ingenue can see powers. She's forced into the wards because she has no ability to defend herself, is immensely powerful, and people will want her dead or on their side since she can out every cape in the city. She genuinely has no practical choice besides the Wards here, so she begrudgingly joins. It's not all bad though! She actually makes friends for the first time in so long :)
Her and Missy hang out a lot, and their powers synergize super well since Taylor can make Vista frighteningly powerful. She warms up to Dennis after some patrols, she can make his power non-touch based too! Dauntless is like a mentor figure, they meet up every day so she can make his charge way more powerful, speeding up his growth by like 3 times, and he gives her lots of advice, helps her begin to come out of her shell, and is generally chill. Good times.
So y'all remember that bit about Ingenue's power causing people to go insane in the long term? What if you didn't know about that and you constantly used your power on your friends? Wouldn't that be funny?
Clockblocker is the first to snap. He's on a train when he just decides fuck it, and freezes a pencil in the air. Everyone sitting to the left of him down the length of the train gets impaled by it, just goes clean through. It's covered up as a villain attack, he's ushered off to the asylum, and the wards are just. Really messed up by it. They miss him, they miss his jokes, and they don't get why he did it.
A week passes. Taylor confides in Dauntless about how she feels like it has to be her fault, like everything is, but he reassures her. It's fine, she's done so much good, sometime's people just go bad. Genuinely just a great pep talk, she still misses Dennis but she's grateful she has the rest of her friends and Dauntless is there to cheer her up. She also mentions how it's hard to walk around the city, she keeps seeing villains and she can't do anything about it. She mentioned a few weeks ago that a bunch of them keep going into the same building, but she's helpless and just has to sit by.
That night, Dauntless levels the Medhall building. A few E88 capes were inside and they fight, and he kills them. Everyone else in the building is injured at the least, collateral damage that Dauntless would have cared about before. There's no covering that one up, he's killed dozens. When he's caught more than half the empire is dead, along with upwards of a hundred bystanders, and he's sent to the birdcage.
Taylor doesn't leave her room for a few days. Vista reassures her that it wasn't her fault.
On their next patrol, Missy begs Taylor to use her power to remove her manton limit. Taylor doesn't, but she's pretty sure she sees the pattern now. Vista's going insane. Were the other two this obvious? Should she have noticed? Would everyone be alive if she had? Would she still have friends? How can she tell anyone about this, when she'll be blamed?
She goes to Piggot, pretty much accepting that she'll get birdcaged or something. She's a horrible person, she knows that. She never gets to talk to Piggot, because all the heroes get called into the field to stop an A class threat. Vista is twisting the city around her, killing countless people. She turns bullets back, she extends a knife with her powers like Jack Slash. She's finally proving what she can do, then they'll all see, and they'll respect her and let her fight the way she wants to.
(side note, ingenue's power makes people closer to their shards in this interpretation, which also means they're flat out way more powerful even without her touch after a while)
The heroes are fighting Missy, they're losing, none of them want to hurt her. Missy see's Taylor from across the city, she's using her power to see almost everywhere at once by distorting space. Within seconds, Taylor is next to Missy. She reaches out to touch her, if she can shut down her power then it'll all be ok and Missy can get help and they'll be friends again and it wont be her fault. The space between them is a mile long and a foot thick. Missy doesn't want her help right now, she wants to prove herself to Taylor so Taylor will finally appreciate her power and they can be a team. Taylor tries to look away as Missy kills someone, space is warped so her line of sight is directly on the act. She closes her eyes, and the space between her eyelids is stretched infinitely wide. She watches, unable to stop her, as Missy keeps killing and defending and destroying. Missy begins to try to upend the sea floor, to dump the ocean onto the city. She's taken out before that can happen. How doesn't matter, what matters is Taylor couldn't stop her. The city is in shambles, its her fault, she was RIGHT THERE and she couldn't do anything, she could just watch and watch and watch.
She tells the PRT about how she thinks her power is breaking people. She's banned from touching anyone. They don't do much more, legally speaking she's safe and it wasn't her fault. The rest of the wards don't talk to her anymore. They blame her, just like she knew everyone would. It's her fault everything went to shit. She can't blame them for hating her, she hates herself too. She sneaks out to go on a walk one night, when the hateful looks and resentment get to be too much. She sees a cape. Lung.
Taylor knows her power is practically useless alone, and she walks up to Lung and insults him, provokes him, riles him up to attack her. If she dies here at least she'll be remembered for dying as a hero fighting a villain, rather than someone who corrupts everything they touch. Lung burns her, bad, all over her right side. He lifts her up by the neck and prepares another fireball. This is what she wanted, but she can't do it. She twists his power, reducing his durability and fireproof nature to zero and ramping up his firepower. Lung burns himself to a cinder in seconds, erased by his own power once the protections were gone. Taylor gets burned again in the blaze. She couldn't even commit suicide without hurting anyone else. She couldn't even die without fucking it up. She's alive. Panacea refuses to touch her to heal her, for very understandable reasons.
She goes to the asylum, despite her request for the birdcage.
Filled with guilt, afraid to touch anyone and everyone, blaming herself for everything that happened, avoiding Dennis at lunchtime while he glares at her, closing up and being silent for days on end, haunted by the people Vista forced her to watch die. Her fault, all of it.
And that's the end! Woooo! She's broken forever, no coming back from that one!
#worm#parahumans#wormfic#taylor hebert#tw: suidice#there were some other ending ideas past the asylum but none of them felt right#i can't settle on something besides she's broken forever#funniest alternate ending is Contessa uses Taylor to get rid of PTV restriction#kills scion#saves the world#and all Taylor knows is that she just helped a hat lady kill the only hope against the endbringers#but thats just a silly fun way to break her a little bit more#tw:suicide#alright I figured out how to spell words
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pairing: Courtland Gentry (Sierra Six) x reader
warnings: SMUT 18+, alcohol, daddy! kink, spitting, male receiving oral, ball sucking, slapping, orgasm denial, fem receiving oral, fingering, mild ass play, p in v, creampie
word count: 2,500
summary: When Carmichael hits on you, Court gets jealous and fucks you in the plane on the way to his next mission.
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You sat at the bar nearest to the CIA headquarters in Langley. Six had a meeting with Carmichael which even he considered unusual. You were going to meet after his meeting when they sent him off to wherever he was going next. You sipped your drink quietly as you waited.
“Hello, gorgeous.” The voice speaking to you was distinctly not Six’s. You decided not to acknowledge it at all, but to your dismay the owner of it sat beside you. “How are you today?”
“I’m fine, thank you,” you said shortly. The man smirked.
“I’m Denny. What’s your name?” He asked. You finally glanced over at him. He was quite handsome, which was different for the type of guy who was usually this bothersome. You didn’t care. You had Six. But you didn’t want to be rude, so you reluctantly told him your name.
“Y/N,” you said shortly.
“Drinking alone?” Denny asked.
“No, I’m waiting for someone,” you said.
“A friend?” He asked.
“My boyfriend,” you said.
“What does he do for work?” He asked. You turned your head to glare at the smug expression that this man had. You sighed before repeating the cover story Six had told you to use for this trip.
“He’s a mechanic,” you lied. Denny grinned.
“So, I guess you have to work too,” he said. “I can promise you wouldn’t have to with me.”
“I’m a teacher, and I enjoy it,” you said.
“But I’m sure he doesn’t make much.” Denny said bluntly. You pursed your lips.
“Well, his boss doesn’t pay him fairly,” you said.
“You wouldn't have to worry about that if you left him. I am the boss, darling,” Denny said with a smirk. You ignored the arrogant man. “What’s his name?” Denny asked.
“Eric,” you lied again. You exhaled deeply wishing desperately that Six would show up. You glanced at your watch.
“Is he late?” Denny asked.
“No, I’m just wondering how much longer I’ll have to talk to you,” you retorted. He chuckled.
“You’re not adding much to the conversation, dear,” he said.
“Don’t call me ‘dear,’” you snapped.
“Hey, honey.” This time the voice belonged to Six. You turned over your shoulder to see Six standing behind you. You grinned widely. Denny’s expression fell.
“Oh, good,” you mumbled under your breath. Six strode over to you and kissed you roughly. His hand stayed around your waist as he leaned away.
“Carmichael,” Six said coldly.
“His name’s De…” you trailed off. You met Six’s eyes and glanced between the two men. “Oh,” you said softly. Carmichael smirked.
“Our meeting ended 30 minutes ago. Can’t believe you made a beautiful thing like this wait so long,” he said snarkily.
“I had to speak to Agent Miranda,” Six said.
“Then I’m glad. Gave me and y/n a chance to speak,” Carmichael said.
“She’s already spoken for,” Six’s voice was solid and low.
“Funny, I was thinking the same thing when you showed up," Carmichael replied. Six’s jaw clenched. His grip on you tightened.
“I’d love to threaten you, Denny, but my girl and I have somewhere to be,” he said.
“You’re taking her with you? Don’t think that’s safe for a girl like her. You should leave her here. She can stay with me,” Carmichael taunted.
“She doesn’t have to fear for her safety around me,” Six said and pulled you out the door. He dragged you towards the car. His hand fell to your thigh as soon as the car was on, gripping the flesh there tightly.
“Where are we going this time?” You asked, oblivious to Court’s anger.
“Why were you talking to him?” He asked, ignoring your question. You glanced over at him and saw the stiffness in his expression, more than the usual amount.
“He came in and sat down next to me. I just didn’t want to be rude,” you said.
“And you didn’t know it was Carmichael?” He asked.
“You’ve never told me his first name,” you explained. Court pursed his lips and clenched his jaw. You lifted your hand to rest on top of the one he had on your thigh. “You okay?” You asked sweetly.
“It’s a private plane. We’re going to Prague. It’s going to be a long flight for you,” Court said. You heard the edge in his voice and knew what you were in for. Court was a very naturally jealous man. You were one of the very few constants in his life and he took all threats to that very seriously. He trusted you, of course, nevertheless he couldn’t stand it when anyone so much as looked at you for too long. You pressed your thighs together tightly, seeking relief at the tingle that had already begun to develop in your nether regions. Court chuckled.
“Already fucking horny and I barely said a word,” he growled. You whined in response. “Don’t whine,” he snapped. “You’re in trouble, sweetheart.”
“I didn’t do anything! He talked to me!” You defended yourself.
“Yeah, and you know better than to talk to strangers,” Court replied. You closed your mouth and sighed. “I don’t want to hear any complaining tonight,” he said, as if reading your thoughts. “None of those little sighs once we get on the plane.”
“Okay,” you muttered.
“Excuse me?” His voice was harsh. You cringed as you realized your mistake.
“Yes, daddy. Sorry, daddy,” you obediently replied.
“That’s better.” When you got on the plane, Court instructed the pilot not to bother you and then turned to where you were sitting on one of the couches against the wall of the plane.
“You remember our safe word?” Court asked as he approached you. You nodded.
“Yes, daddy,” you said.
“Good girl,” he said. “Don’t be afraid to use it.” You smiled softly. He was always so sweet to you, even when he was being rough, he always wanted you to be comfortable. “Okay?”
“Yes, daddy,” you repeated.
“Good. Now get on your knees,” Court ordered. You smiled softly as you fell to your knees in front of him. You reached towards his belt and carefully unbuckled it. You pulled down his pants and boxer briefs to find he was already hard. His response to jealousy with you was always the same.
“Open your mouth,” Court instructed. You opened wide as he leaned down over you and spit into your mouth. “You know where to put it,” he said. You spit a mixture of your saliva onto his waiting cock before sliding your hand around him. Your pace with your hand increased after a moment. You knew you were about to be reprimanded for not putting him in your mouth when you leaned towards him. You took one of his balls in your mouth, sucking firmly.
“Oh, that’s a good fucking girl,” Court groaned. You smiled as you pulled off of him with a pop to immediately take his other ball in your mouth and give it the same treatment. When you were done you took his cock in your mouth, taking him as deep as you could without gagging for a few pumps before Court gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail and began pushing you down further. When you gagged he pulled back just a little.
“Loosen your jaw, sweetheart. You can take it,” he said. You complied, taking a deep breath before opening wider. “Good girl,” he praised. He began thrusting into your mouth, holding your hair to keep your head steady. He was sliding down your throat roughly when you reached down to slide your hands beneath your dress. Court saw at once. He ripped your head off him and pulled your hand away. Court slapped you lightly, gripping your jaw in his hand as he made contact.
“I didn’t say you could touch yourself,” he growled. You whimpered as he squeezed your cheeks in his hand.
“I’m sorry, daddy. Just so horny for you,” you moaned.
“You’re pathetic,” he told you.
“Please, daddy,” you whined.
“‘Please’ what?” Court mocked.
“Please fuck me, daddy,” you whimpered causing him to smirk. He pulled your dress over your head and tore your underwear off. You threw your bra off as well just for good measure.
“Bend over on the couch,” he ordered. You put your knees on the edge of the couch leaning against the back on your forearms. You glanced over your shoulder to see Court falling to his knees behind you. Before you could question him he was pulling apart your ass cheeks and diving his tongue into your pussy. You moaned but shut your mouth remembering where you were.
“No, princess, you let those moans out. Make sure the pilot knows exactly what we’re doing on his plane,” he encouraged you before pushing himself back between your legs. He licked and slurped at your pussy, totally lost in you. You were panting when he leaned away. Suddenly the pad of his thumb was against your asshole. You gasped. Court paused, clearly waiting for you to tell him to stop. When you didn’t he pushed a bit more firmly. He leaned down at the same time and slid his tongue back between your folds as he put a gentle pressure over your asshole.
“Mmm, daddy, feels so good,” you cried. Court began flicking your clit with his tongue as he pushed the tip of his thumb into your asshole. You let out a decadent moan. “Fuck, yes! I’m almost there!” You were at your tipping point but suddenly Court stopped. You snapped your head to look over your shoulder and saw he was now standing as he smirked down at you.
“What the hell?” You cried.
“Oh, princess. Don’t give me attitude. This is an overnight flight, I can make you wait for hours,” Court chastised you. You clamped your mouth shut. You turned around and got down on your knees in front of him.
“I’m so sorry, daddy. I’m sorry for talking back and I’m sorry for talking to another man,” you said sweetly. “Will you please make me come?” You batted your eyelashes up at Court. He smiled softly, leaned down and kissed you gently.
“No,” he whispered. You whined a bit until you felt his hand against your cheek, slapping you lightly once more. “Sit on the edge here,” he said as he got down on his knees again. You flipped around and moved so that you were balanced on the edge of the couch. Court lowered himself in front of you and threw one of your legs over his shoulder. He raised his free arm, pushing your leg out and instructing you to hold it open. He looked up at you, his blue eyes looked stormy and wild. A few strands of hair were stuck to his forehead with sweat. He kissed your thighs while maintaining eye contact and then licked a stripe from your asshole to your clit. You made the prettiest sound Court had ever heard and threw your head back against the back of the couch.
“If you let yourself come before I say, I won’t touch you for a week,” he threatened. You whimpered but nodded. He raised his ring finger to your waiting slit and slid it inside you, making twisting thrusts into you a few times before adding his middle finger as well. He thrust in and out of you over and over, flicking his tongue against your clit and bringing you to the edge just to leave you hanging there four more times before he leaned away.
“Please! Please! Court! I can’t anymore, please, daddy, please!” You begged desperately. Court pulled his fingers out of you causing you to gasp loudly.
“Lay down,” he ordered. You shifted so you were lying along the length of the couch. He rose from his knees and climbed over the top of you. He didn’t waste a moment, sliding into you at once. He moved in with ease, having gotten you soaking wet from all his earlier ministrations.
“Fuck, honey,” he groaned into your shoulder. “I’m not gonna last long.”
“Are you gonna let me come this time?” You whimpered, terrified the answer would be no.
“Yes, baby. You can come anytime you want now,” Court told you. You let out a little moan of pleasure purely at his words.
“Thank you, daddy! Thank you so much!” You cried. You raised your legs, hooking them around his hips so that he would hit you at a deeper angle. You both moaned loudly. The pilot was more than aware of what you were doing by this time. You dug your nails into Court's back leaving red scratch marks along his shoulder blades. He thrust quickly into you driving himself as deep as he could. The tip of his cock was just barely brushing your cervix and you could feel him in your stomach.
“You take my cock so well, princess,” Court muttered. “Squeezing me so tight.” His words made you clench down even harder around him and he groaned loudly. He reached down and began rubbing your clit in tight circles.
“Come for me, baby. Come on my cock.” Court growled against your skin. You let your head fall back, arching your back away from the couch as he drove into you once more. You felt his cum filling you up as you pulsed wildly around his cock.
“Oh my god, Court!” You moaned. He leaned down and kissed you as your body shook beneath him. You felt tears pricking your eyes and your legs twitched as you slowly came down. The two of you lay with your bodies pressed together as you caught your breaths.
“You alright, sweetheart?” Court’s voice was soft this time. His arms were around you, stroking gentle lines up and down your sides.
“Mmhmm,” you hummed. “It was good. Really good,” you said. He chuckled.
“You did a good job, sweetheart,” Court praised as he leaned up to meet your eye.
“The flight better be long enough that I can take a nap now,” you joked. “I’m not gonna be able to keep up with you otherwise.” He laughed.
“You can take a nap, sweetheart. I think we can take one together.” You hummed happily.
“Go find us a blanket,” you ordered. He chuckled.
“So, you’re the one giving the orders now?” Court teased.
“Only when I’m cold,” you said with a smile. Court leaned down and gave you a peck. He climbed off of you and came back with a blanket, sliding onto the couch behind you. He pulled you against his chest and threw the blanket over both of your bodies.
“I love you, princess. You’re mine forever.” You smiled softly. You could hear the slight insecurity in his voice.
“I love you too, Court,” you assured him. “I’m always going to be yours.”
#court gentry x reader#courtland gentry x reader#sierra six x reader#six x reader#the gray man x reader#court gentry smut#sierra six smut#courtland gentry smut
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Lloyd’s Girl 1/2 (Lloyd Hansen x tech!reader)
Summary: When Lloyd’s team bagged Fitzroy, they found him trying to destroy a hard drive. The hard drive had levels of deep encryption that Lloyd’s techs couldn’t break through. Thankfully, he knew who to call but you two have a history.
Notes: GIF is not mine, all mistakes are my own, reader is Black, dark themes (stalking, murder, allusions to sex), minors DNI
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“I’d rather you punch me in the dick,” Lloyd’s shoulders tense with irritation at the mention of Suzzzane’s name. “I will gladly punch you in the dick, Lloyd,” Suzanne snaps.
Lloyd rolls his eyes and Denny continued to conversation about tracking down Six. He agreed to help Denny and made arrangements to figure out where Sierra Four’s funeral was so he could intercept Fitzroy.
In the meantime, he sent a team to grab Claire. On the plane ride to D.C., Lloyd logged on to a monitoring device he put in your hotel you were currently in. You were in Berlin on a business trip. He watched you through the screen. You were stirring in bed, mindlessly reaching for your phone.
You had lifted your head to check the time. By the way you shot out of bed and frantically tore off your pajamas, Lloyd could assume you were late for the 10:30 a.m. meeting you had. He had one of his employees hack into your work calendar so he could see all your meetings over the course of the year, keen on any updates.
“Sleepyhead,” he clicks his tongue and swiped out of the app while you made your way into the bathroom. Ever since you called the affair off, he’s been keeping tabs on you. Waiting- hoping you would change your mind.
Truth is, you knew he was watching you. You had discovered one of Lloyd’s mini cams in the house you shared with your husband, Conrad. And any hotel or Air B&B you would stay at for any period more than a week, he would put cams in the room.
You were his. He had to knew where you were at all times. But if you had to be honest, you liked that he was watching you. You liked that he longed for you.
It made you feel safe that you had someone as ruthless as Lloyd was protecting you. If someone even lifted a finger to harm you, they would be in a ditch by morning. He made you feel powerful. Conrad was devoted to his work a plane engineer. Lloyd was devoted to you.
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“They’ve hit another wall, sir. They said they can’t crack it.” One of Lloyd’s men briefed. The encryption was damn near impossible to get through. It would shut down anyone’s computer who tried to break through it. No matter the angle.
“We need to figure out what’s on that drive and why Fitzroy was so keen on destroying it.” Suzanne states. “Well no shit, Suzanne.” Lloyd’s snaps, looking over when one of the techs slammed the desk in annoyance. His computer was shut down again.
“I can get a tech from the base to come but-“ “There’s no point. You need someone that knows decryption like the back of their hand,” a smile crept on his face. “I have an idea on who to call,” “Fuck no. Anyone associated with you is someone I want to stay far away from,”
“I don’t give a fuck what you want. This is your mess I was forced to clean up.” Lloyd dialed your number and left the room for privacy. You were walking back from getting your ass chewed out by your boss for being late to the meeting with the company’s board members. It made you look unreliable despite being the highest earning cyber security rep. Your net worth was climbing into the six digits.
You pulled your phone out of your purse when you felt it vibrate. You stopped in the middle of the walk way once you realized who it was. Hesitating a moment, you finger hovered over the answer button until it clicked.
“Hello?” You answered. “Hey kitten,” your heart skipped at beat at the nickname but tried your best to maintain a poker face. “Lloyd,” you greet. “I need that pretty little brain of yours to crack something for me,” you opened your mouth to say something when someone body checked you.
You looked over at the man and he lifted his hands in annoyance. He had said something in German but you put two and two together and reckoned it was something about you standing in the middle of sidewalk. You swallowed your embarrassment and stepped off to the side.
“Um, what’s in it for me?” You asked. Lloyd went silent for a moment and you had looked down at your phone to see if he was still on the call. A soft grunt caught your attention. You took a step back when you realized what had happened. The man from earlier has been stabbed right before he turned the corner. A pool of blood formed around him, staining his white jacket. Another man dressed in casual clothing was standing over him.
It was obvious he was military. He looked at you and gave a little wave before crossing the street. Your gaze found the blinking camera directly above you and everything started to make sense. “Lloyd?” “Yes, cupcake?” “What’s in it for me?” “Hm, how about a new pair of Louis Vuittons? Red bottoms.” He offers.
“Count me in,” “Great! A car will pick you up in ten,” “Oh, I’m not at home.” You threw out, curious as to what he would say. “That’s cute. Don’t forget to pack a bag.” You hung up the phone and continued your walk back to the hotel, stepping over the rude man from before.
“Care to tell me who is better than my CIA techs?” Suzzane asks when Lloyd reenters the room. “Y/N Hansen,” she reaches to take a sip of her drink. “You married Y/N?” I wish, Lloyd thinks to himself.
“No, she’s my brother’s wife. She was the top of her class and was offered a six figure salary straight out of college. She makes a normal guys salary on a weekly paycheck. If anyone can do the impossible, it’s her.” Lloyd explains, crunching on some chips.
“I didn’t know you were still in touch with her. Sounds like you still have a pant busting crush on her,” “Say that again and I’ll snap your neck,” he casually threatens. He stands and takes out his wallet, dropping his platinum card on the desk of a female employee. “I need you to go to the nearest Louis Vuitton store and find a cute pair of red bottoms. Size 9.5.”
“Yes, sir,” she says softly, taking the card into her hands and gathering her belongings to leave.
Even with taking Lloyd’s jet, the ride was still long. You only got one or two hours of sleep, which made you cranky to say the least. By the time you reached the compound, you were half asleep and hungry as hell. The door was opened for you and you took your weekender bag in your hands.
You stepped out of the car, arching your back as you stretched. Lloyd meets you at the top of the stairs with his arms open. “Kitten,” he greets, giving you a once over and taking his time. You wore a white skirt, a black blouse with a matching black blazer. He took your hand and pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand.
“Lloyd,” you said softly. His cock twitched in his pants at the sound of your voice. It was the first time hearing your voice that wasn’t behind a screen. “No time to get you settled, sweetheart. We need this hard drive decrypted ASAP,” “On it,” he takes your bag from your hands and moves aside to let you walk in front.
“Shit,” you realized you hadn’t zipped one of your black thigh high boots all the way. You bend down to zip it up but Lloyd stopped you. He had bent down and cradled your ankle in his hand, grazing your skin with his knuckle as he zipped the boot up. You let out a breath, your legs had goosebumps from his touch.
You hated how your body still reacted to him after all this time. You were here for an all of five minutes and had the cold-blooded Lloyd Hansen on his knees before you. He could tell you had sprayed your signature perfume on the back of your thighs. And it drove him absolutely crazy. You gasped when he caressed the back thigh. He stood and wiped off the dirt from his pants.
“Let’s get you inside,” he leads you inside the compound and you took off your jacket. “Long time no see, Y/N. Seems like you’re doing good for yourself.” Not knowing what to say that, you walk passed her and watched one of the techs attempted to decrypt the drive. “Still not one for talking, I see,” Suzzane says to herself.
The tech was kicked out of the program and the computer shut off. Mm, this looks like it’ll be fun. You thought. “Alright anyone who is working on the decryption, stop. You’ll just get kicked out again. Go back to your normal jobs and leave the decryption to me,” you announce to the room. The techs stopped and looked over to Lloyd. “You heard her,”
“You mind?” You made eye contact with one of the techs and they stammered to say something. A reaction that Lloyd didn’t like. He crossed the room and took out his pocket knife. Spinning the chair around, he pressed the knife to the man’s throat. “When she speaks, you listen. Got it?” He speaks slowly and calculated. The man shuddered at Lloyd’s intense gaze. “Now get the fuck out of her seat,”
Lloyd pulls away and the man abruptly stands from the chair and you slide into the seat.
After forty minutes of consistently typing an aggressive decrypting algorithm that you had personally developed and sold for $10k a download, you broke through the first layer of encryption.
“Huh,” you linked your arms above your head and leaned back in the chair. Lloyd had just come back from having a ‘talk’ with Fitzroy, wiping his bloody hands on a cloth. You had tuned out his screams so you could focus at the task at hand. “What do you mean ‘huh’? Did you crack it?” Suzzane asks as she approaches.
“Just the first level. There’s a very sensitive Trojan horse tacked on this one. You only have one shot to get the right code.” “And if we don’t?” Suzzane continues. “Everything that was previously on it will be wiped instantly. Someone really doesn’t want you to find out what’s on this drive.” You explain, cracking your knuckles one by one.
“Can you do it?” She asks and you rolled your eyes at the request. “I’m really good at what I do, Suzzane. Give me an hour tops. No distractions,”
You looked over at Lloyd and he winked at you. “Before you do that,” he trails off and comes back with a bag on food with a Post-Mate’s seal on it. Your smile widened when he slid a shoe box over to you. “As promised,”
#black!reader#lloyd hansen x reader#lloyd hansen#lloyd hansen x black!reader#thegrayman#ryan gosling#courtland gentry
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I feel like I just got knocked around by a hurricane. I have a lot to say, too.
My initial Spoiler Thoughts for 7x5, this time by character, because it makes sense for me.
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HEN AND KAREN
Oh my goodness I loved all of the Hen and Karen stuff we got. Denny is such an understanding and sweet older brother already, bless him. Really the only, um, weird spot to say the least was…… Did the show make an analogy between a young black girl and a dog???? I’m not black, I’m very white, so…………….
Stepping aside from that, if I may. I still loved Hen and Karen being amazing people and parents, trying to figure out how to help Mara. Oh I can’t wait to see more of this little family. <3
BUCK
Buck was soooo cringe during the date, but Tommy was so patient, charming, and lovely. Tommy later said he left things off as he did because he didn’t want to pressure Buck. 🥺
I did like that - after talking to Maddie and Eddie - Buck plucked up the courage to call and meet up with Tommy. Yes!!! Don’t give up so quickly my guy, especially if you can’t stop thinking about Tommy. Mmmm I get it. 🩷💜💙
I appreciated Buck apologizing for his weird behavior at the restaurant too. And don’t think I didn’t clock Tommy hearing that Buck has already told his sister about Tommy and she wants to meet him! Please, I know Tommy and Buck aren’t a long term thing, but damn do I want them to last a little longer. For me? 🥺🥺👉👈 I’ve truly never been more excited about Bucks love interest as I am now.
Maddie was a gem during the scene where Buck came out to her. You could see her mentally pivoting a few times, just trying to understand what was going on and of course being there for her silly bisexual disaster of a brother.
EDDIE
I can’t separate Marisol from her actress, so that after sex scene gave me the ick. And I now know more about Eddie and Marisol’s sex life than their actual relationship. Thanks, I hate it.
Marisol was almost a nun? …..Idk idk, I’m not Latina or Catholic, but it all kinda feels like it’s being played for laughs, and mixing in stereotypes there.
Bobby and his kiss of death relationship talk. It seems Eddie asking Marisol to move in surprised even him. And he said something about Eddie having issues committing to things/people, except Shannon. I need more time to think about that, but I feel mixed about the Shannon of it all.
….Like yes she was a big part of his life obviously, they were messy, Eddie loved her, I get all of that. I really do. But idk, why does so much tie back to her? Like okay. Okay… I just hope that the show is working towards Eddie actually starting to work through and heal *gestures* from the Shannon of it all. Because so far the ghost of Shannon still hangs over him, and idk how to phrase it, but… I’d like a story for Eddie that isn’t always connected to her, you know? Please let this man go back to therapy and heal, not just from his PTSD in the army, which was the focus in season 5. And I get that Eddie’s general weirdness about Marisol comes back to the Shannon of it all. Speaking of.
Eddie admits that he goes with his gut, then lets his head catch up later, and it doesn’t usually work out. So then. Wait. He asked her to move in, and I guess we’re supposed to assume because Eddie just wasn’t thinking??? Clearly. Seriously wtf Eddie. And now he’s like, “let's start over and really get to know each other.” Sure! Cause it seems you guys don’t know anything after a few months of dating, just like us! And HI. YEAH, what the fuck does Chris even think about all of this? Does he even know Marisol’s last name? Does Eddie????
Y’all this is so messy. So, what. Eddie asked Marisol to move in with him, and I’d HOPE Chris knows this. But then at the end of the episode, they’re both like “teehee sure, lets not move in together. yet!!” What the hell is Chris going to think about this when he comes back? One minute this random woman, a glorified babysitter, is moving in, and now she’s not. @andavs made a kinda devastating and enlightening post about this. Basically, is Eddie rushing (but taking back??) things with Marisol because he’s trying to prove to Chris that people/women don’t always leave????
Like, hell, I know Eddie was joking (but only kind of) with Buck about maybe he needs to break up with Marisol because of the whole nun thing. It’s kinda giving, in it’s own unique way, Buck and Taylor vibes, in the sense of Buck cheating on Taylor and then panic asking her to move in. Although in this case, we have NO IDEA why Eddie asked Marisol to move in beyond his gut feeling I guess???????
Ugh, I’m kinda feeling frustrated because I’m just honestly confused by Eddie’s decisions this episode. Because before this episode, we knew fuck all about the relationship, and now he’s asking Marisol to move in, AND THEN, saying nevermind? For now??????????
I know we have to wait for more episodes to get a better understanding and all that, but yeah. Frustrated. And I know Marisol and Eddie aren’t end game. One thing though I want to note, if Eddie and Marisol are in any way parallelling Buck and Taylor, it’s entirely possible Marisol will stick around until the end of this season, just like Taylor did all of season 5. Idk, just prepare yourself.
BUCK & EDDIE
It’s been 84 years but we finally got a Buddie hug!!!!!!!! THANK GOD.
Eddie is surprised Tommy is gay, but doesn’t seem surprised that Buck isn’t straight? Huh........
Eddie can’t even say the word sex. My dude.
There were soooo many fruity things being said between these two all episode. A very large fruit basket. Buck saying he wishes he could help Eddie?? Like yeah, he didn’t actually mean help Eddie with his pent up sex drive or whatever, but COME ON.
Eddie affectionately calling Buck an idiot. Guess what Eddie, you’re both idiots and you’re perfect for each other. (a bit later. let me keep buck and tommy just a tiny bit longer. and then you two probably have some shit to work through and figure out before you get together anyway.)
Is the show doing some kinda “Hangovers” pseudo episode?? What with the clearly crazy bachelor party gone wrong???
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PHEW. Yeah uh. This was quite the episode. A lot of good things, but some weird and questionable things too. I’ll probably have more to say later, but I’ve said a lot for now. And frankly I think we all need the two week break before the wedding episode.
EDIT: OH. I am bummed we didn't get an on screen scene, even brief, of Buck apologizing to Eddie for hurting him. Was it even brought up??? Meh.
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The series 4 round-up is here, but firstly I want to welcome anyone new to this blog, because there have been a fair few new folks around, so, hi! Thanks for supporting this little venture of mine and for fuelling my descent into Taskmaster Madness. I hope you'll stick around!
Overall, I enjoyed series 4 and if I were to do a list of all series I've done on this blog, it'd be somewhere in the middle; That's the short of it. Thank you, bye! See you in series 5.
Alright, now for the rambling. Series 4 is one of the rare occasions where I knew most of the cast as I was familiar with Joe Lycett, Lolly Adefope, Noel Fielding and Hugh Dennis to some extent, and over the course I've come to cherish them all (and Mel of course too). That being said, this is probably the only series where I take genuine umbrige with Greg's scoring. Most series I don't care who wins. I'm just here to be entertained and as I usually like all competitors, I don't care who wins. This time around, however, I think Noel didn't deserve the win. Who should have won in his stead? I don't know. If the scoring would have felt less favourable towards Noel, I wouldn't have minded him winning, but as it is, I do mind. I also think that Greg came down a bit harsh on Lolly a fair few times and Hugh. This series was just so strangely scored and I don't know why. But aside from the points - as I said, I don't usually care much for them anyway - I like this series. Everyone's a blast to watch. Hugh with his knives, Lolly with her naïvité, Mel with her uncorruptible positivity, Joe who becomes more and more irritated but otherwise is just adorable, and Noel's weird creativity. It's fun. I'm here for it! This time around I didn't have a competitor I liked less than the rest, and I'm glad they paired Mel and Hugh for the team tasks.
And I like to emphasise that I don't hate Noel. Usually I find him quite entertaining, and this is the only reason series 4 isn't my favourite (not counting from series 5 onwards 'cos we're not there yet, although I've watched them all). Individually, I liked all competitors, they're simply fun. Greg and Alex are great, and the tasks are a treat - although rather on the artsy side. Only because I consider Greg's scoring unfair do I not love this series as much as series 1, for example.
Addendum: When I started drafting this post in my notes, there was a long rant about the scoring - believe it or not - and I cut it down considerably, but I just wanted to give you guys an example of what I mean when I say, I find it unfair: A lot of tasks in this series are art-based and Noel is a very talented artist, not denying that, but often these tasks weren't about 'who can paint the best painting', but 'who fulfils the set parameters'. In episode 1, they're meant to draw a caricature of the person sat behind the curtain. Noel's drawing looks great, though it's not really a caricature, is it? Even Hugh's disaster meets the required parameters better (and he used colours too) than Noel's in my opinion. And every episode has one of these moments. Just to name another one: The prize task in episode 8 where they had to bring in the most cash. Greg decides to award points based on value in pound sterling. Mel's Monopoly money doesn't count extra, but Noel's made-up currency gets third place? How's that justified? And I know that a huge part of what makes Taskmaster Taskmaster is the arbitrary scoring - that Greg basically has the last word - but in other series he manages to make it seem fair nevertheless. Anyway, enough of that. I'm stoked to return to series 5!
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Spy's Rally - Character Analysis
We have TF2 fan Shork (YouTube behind the scenes video) to thank, but a deleted Spy monologue from a scrapped version of Meet the spy has been uncovered, featuring the voice of Spy's voice actor, Dennis Bateman.
You can listen to it below:
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Here is a transcript of the speech:
Our's is a mean, dark, old world, where some say, a man can be whatever he's man enough to be.
I'm here to tell you there are limits.
I have no doubt that your hometown bars, alleys, churches and whorehouses are safer tonight for your absence.
Alone, any of you bad men could be the Caesar of his local sewer. So what?
Your individual strengths--Speed, accuracy, brawn, brain, rage, flame retardancy--are matched by weaknesses we need not detail.
Disorder, the natural state of nature, is cheap to create, costly to overcome. But you've put pain to that debt.
Nature abhors a team, gentlemen. And together, we bold few, we unnatural brothers, are going to seize Mother Nature by the throat, and choke the whole world out of that sorry bitch!
[End of transcript]
So going line by line, there's information on Spy's character we can gather from this.
Spy sees the world as "mean and dark". Old and primal. A place where power is what allows you to gain ground.
The line about "whorehouses" makes me believe that this is a speech Spy gave before he fully knew the mercs as people (rather than as classes with strength/weakness statistics), because we know canonically, Scout is not going there. The fan animation (by animator AltraNade) for Spy's speech also has Spy pointedly look at Scout in particular when he says the word, so I don't even think Spy knows that Scout is his son at this point in the timeline.
The line about Caesar is a variation of the English idiom, "You can be a blip in the world, or you can own the pond." (This is one variation of the expression I've heard--there's many paraphrases.) The idiom can be interpreted as looking at the pros of containing your reach of power, versus the cons of trying to extend your power over more and more range, and how power (the amount you have) can be a matter of perspective. Here, Spy is using it to say how pointless it is to be on your own to try and seize power. Power over what? A single Control Point? A single piece of farmland? You need more organisation and discipline to think bigger, Spy is saying.
"Nature abhors a team" is such a telling line to me, because it gives us insight to how Spy views the world. He believes that life and people are naturally lone beings who are motivated by just their own needs. Therefore, forming a team with others is going against nature. It takes work, it's "costly," but makes you stronger because you are a part of something bigger than yourself.
This is what Spy believes. This is his moral compass.
Like his speech in Expiration Date, Spy leads others because he believes in his team being stronger and better together. He chose teamwork above being strong on his own.
And the implications of this--Was Spy always like this, or did he change to this mindset after leaving Scout's mother? Did he start out thinking he had to leave her because he wanted to be a lone wolf figure? Did he leave because his enemies were after him and he thought leaving his family would keep them safer than staying together to protect each other? And then he changed his mind and realised that he was wrong when he met the mercs?
#team fortress 2#storytelling#character development#tf2#my text#videos#animation#voice acting#Youtube
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Big Trouble in Little China (1986)
Big Trouble in Little China is an odd duck that blends several different genres together. It may not be for everyone but it’s got a lot of personality and is certainly memorable. It’s got such a unique feel that those who like it are sure to call it a new favorite.
Trucker Jack Burton (Kurt Russell) is accompanying his friend Wang Chi (Dennis Dun) as he travels to the airport to meet his fiancé after years apart. After landing, Miao Yin (Suzee Pai) is immediately kidnapped by a Chinese street gang. When our heroes learn that she is to be wed to an ancient sorcerer named Lo Pan (James Hong), what choice do they have but to infiltrate his lair and rescue her?
As soon as you meet Jack Burton, you know this will be a different kind of movie. Kurt Russell’s performance, his dialogue and his swagger make this protagonist an instant icon. He sticks out even more once we're properly introduced to the story because he doesn’t belong. He’s a no-nonsense meat-and-potatoes kind of guy. What does he know about ancient prophecies, a trio of warriors armed with elemental powers, or magic? It’s like the movie was originally meant to have Wang Chi as its protagonist but Jack stumbled in at the last second and stole the spotlight - which is precisely the appeal. He’s so out of place that everything feels like a surprise. The fact that everyone but him (and the audience) are “in the know” means that sometimes, this movie is just plain weird. There was no buildup to that monster! Where did it come from? Where did it go? If this was “Grave Dangers in the Great Kingdom” with Dennis Dun and Suzee Pai as the main characters, you wouldn’t question it. With Jack? it’s wild stuff.
Everything I’ve told you about this film so far should be a detriment. Instead, it’s a strength because this movie is effortlessly cool. Big Trouble in Little China does its own thing and is having a great time. You get the sense that everyone on set probably didn't understand what this was all building towards but they all got along so well and had such a great time that it didn’t matter. The enthusiasm is infectious. Though best known for his horror and science-fiction films, director John Carpenter��s mark is all over this movie. It's unmistakably his, even if it stands out among everything else he's made.
All that said, I wish I liked this movie more than I did. While it is fun, sometimes it can feel aimless and unpolished. Maybe it has a few too many characters. Jack and Wang Chi are joined by lawyer Gracie Law (Kim Cattral), an old enemy of Lo Pan played by Victor Wong, Wang’s friend Eddie Lee (Donald Li) and Eddie's love interest Margo Litzenberger (Kate Burton). Then there’s this other girl the villains mistake Miao Yin for… but then it turns out she also fulfills the role Lo Pan wants her to in the prophecy… and it gets to be a lot of a lot. It’s clear Jack Burton is not the kind of character that could ever learn any sort of lesson or change. He’s exactly who he needs to be now, and forever. That’s why you like him. Everyone else, however, is in major need of story arcs or character development, particularly in a story like this one that is under constant threat of being overwhelmed by its special effects, creatures and wild developments.
I was hoping a second viewing of Big Trouble in Little China would make me fall in love with it. Looks as though this movie just isn’t my thing. That makes it sound like I don’t like it. I do like it. It’s just that everything I see on screen tells me I should fall head over heels in love and I'm not. A funny thing happened when I did view it, however. Someone else in the room did fall for it completely. Their instant enthusiasm makes me wholeheartedly recommend the picture. I hope it turns out to be your kind of thing. Even it isn’t, there are a lot of laughs, surprises, and memorable moments in Big Trouble in Little China. (April 7, 2022)
#Big Trouble in Little China#movies#films#movie reviews#film reviews#John Carpenter#Gary Goldman#David Z. Weinstein#Kurt Russell#Kim Cattrall#Dennis Dun#1986 movies#1986 films
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NIRI!!! I am curious about all of your WIPs actually but if I must narrow it down..... pls tell me about It's Always Sunny at Skyhold (is samson frank or dennis) AND OFC thalia & kallian: full moon 👀👀👀
Hi aster thank you!!
Ask me wip questions here!
I will answer these chronologically bc it makes more sense to do so:
Thalia & Kallian - Full moon
This is meant to be the introduction chapter to the Curse of Strahd crossover. Thalia visits Kallian at Vigil’s Keep, fangirls over the Grey Warden commander, talks a bit about Blackwall and his deal. Then Kallian reveals she received a mysterious letter from someone calling himself the Burgomaster of Barovia and calling out the tyranny of a vampire lord who rules over those lands. This sparks interest in both of them, they do a little investigating in the library at the keep. They find evidence an ancient land called Barovia, which no one in modern times has heard of, may exist in this one remote region of Nevarra. So of course they decide to convene a retinue and go check it out. 😎 what could go wrong?!?
I can’t remember where the full moon comes in. I think it’s just there for the atmosphere LOL. It was based on a dadwc prompt.
It’s Always Sunny at Skyhold
(Samson is definitely Frank LMAO)
So I plan to call the romp in Barovia It's Never Sunny in Barovia. So this bit I half-jokingly named "It's Always Sunny at Skyhold" because I was envisioning a sequel (yes, I love jumping the gun) where Thalia takes her new bestie she met in Barovia, Metrion, and employs him as a spy at Skyhold. This scene is poor Cullen trying to grasp why his girlfriend would do such a thing and what shenanigans she got up to in his absence.
It's like 90% more written than the previous scene, so here's a snippet:
Thalia leans forward, squinting at the report to rival her own. Even upside down, she recognizes the penmanship. “What did Pravin have to say about him that I didn’t?”
Cullen looks stricken. He rocks back on his heels, crossing arms over his breastplate the way he does when he doesn’t want to deliver bad news. “You were, um, significantly kinder in your assessment of his character than your cousin was.”
“Kinder how?” Metrion and Pravin have never gotten along — despite having, it seems to Thalia, extremely similar experience and skillsets. Pravin never saw it that way, however, in a manner Thalia finds quite classist.
“Your account uses words like ‘actor’ and ‘diplomatic’ to categorize him,” Cullen says carefully. “Pravin’s descriptions, on the other hand, are more colorful.”
“In what way?” Thalia asks, already wincing.
“Er, let’s see. ‘Con man, swindler. Ne’er-do-well, wastrel, fraudster, mountebank… Trickster, charlatan, knave, drunkard—’”
“Drunkard!” Thalia huffs. “That’s the pot meeting the kettle, coming from Pravin.”
“He includes several anecdotes where the two of you— ‘Thalia and Metrion, if that is indeed his name,’ ah,” Cullen says, flipping the parchment, “robbed local establishments through deception and guile. ‘Gleefully’ is the word he used.” Cullen clears his throat and meets Thalia’s eyes, troubled. “Seeming to imply you enjoyed it?”
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Why does Barbara think of Dee as a mistake but not Dennis? I don't think she was a good mother to either of them, but why do you think she seemed to have this preference, and was this right from their childhood? Did she see something in Dee as a failure? Did any of it have to do with her relationships with Bruce and Frank and did Dee maybe reflect something she didn't like back to her?
I know it's difficult to have opinions on this because we only have Barbara for a season and then it's all snippets of backstory about the twins where we have to infer Barbara's role, but I'd like to know your opinion.
oooo yes i have thoughts on this!!..
My hunch as to why Barbara always targeted Dee more than Dennis is because Dee refused to be the kind of daughter Barbara wanted her to be, so she was a “mistake”. That’s what I think..
Dee’s personality seems a lot less malleable than Dennis’. While Dennis was always willing/trying to fit in and change himself to meet certain expectations, Dee was not like that (see: Dennis trying to learn the “family business” in Roller Rink, while Dee is off chasing her own dream). Dee is the kind of person who doesn’t really care about how she’s being perceived because she can always convince herself she’s in the right and the victim in any given situation because she was never given that external validation even when she may have deserved it, meanwhile Dennis does care about how he’s being perceived because he did get that external validation early on so he now struggles with feeling inferior by default because while he felt he inherently had his mother’s approval he could never gain his father’s which made him more insecure in the end.
Imo, Dee is a lot more capable of being independent than Dennis because she felt like she’d never inherently have her parent’s approval anyway so she didn’t bother chasing it and clinging to it the way that he does. At least not consciously, subconsciously she definitely is chasing that approval, like how most of her goals center around how she still wants to get to Hollywood just so she can “shove it in everyone’s faces” but she’s not about to go the more expected route by joining the family business like Den because her family was never a source of support for her, she knew early on that would be a dead end. So that is a key difference between them, I think. In order to survive, Dee had to cultivate her own strong personality while Dennis was clinging to whatever behaviors continued to gain him his parents’ approval and eliminating whichever traits didn’t get him that.
Dennis is actually a lot like Mac in the sense that he convinced himself he had this close relationship with his mother, when in reality he didn’t. But it was more difficult for those around Dennis (like Dee) to parse out that Barbara was just using him and didn’t actually love him, because she was just good at convincing people she did.
And again, I don’t think Barbara liked how little Dee paid attention to how she was being perceived by others. Dee clearly wanted affection and attention, but she was not willing to just do whatever her parents wanted her to do in order to gain those things, she was willing to seek it out in other people first. Dee was always trying to showcase what she felt were *her* own individual talents and abilities in order to gain approval. I think that’s sort of the subtext of episodes like “The Aluminum Monster v.s. Fatty Magoo”— because Dee could function as her own person, that was threatening to the family’s enmeshed dynamic (i.e. to quote The Aluminum Monster v.s. Fatty Magoo “[Dee’s dress] did not fit the prototype”). Hence why Barbara, despite not loving Dennis in any genuine, sustainable way (cuz I think she just loved how she could use him as a pawn and Dennis didn’t seem to ever realize that lmaooo), was willing to shell out at least some scraps of affection for her son while continually chastising Dee, that was probably because she was trying to implement the idea in Dee’s head that if she just did as she was told like Dennis did and met the expectations placed on her rather than trying to keep pursuing her own thing— then she could maybe, possibly be loved just as much as her brother. But that didn’t happen.
Also I do think that even after Barbara’s death in s3, we can see traces of her criticisms of Dee in the various ways Dennis attempts to keep Dee down, I’m assuming a lot of the ways he does that echo the ways Barbara used to treat her… (i.e. quote Barbara in s2 ep2: “Don’t blame this on your brother. How low can you sink, Deandra?” // quote Dennis in s9 ep1 “Dee why can’t you see this is the same pattern you always fall into… You think you can’t go any lower? Because you can.”)
And I also do think that a lot of Dee’s chasing Dennis’ approval in earlier seasons, as Kaitlin has mentioned before, is just an extension of Dee subconsciously still desperately wanting that approval from her mother.
That being said, it is interesting to me how after Barbara dies… We really see the twins sort of ‘switching roles’ over the course of the next 12 seasons. Because Dennis was always Barbara’s immediate “favorite”, Dennis could use that as leverage over Dee for a long time and it seems like he used that to make himself feel like the superior one without putting much work into actually proving *himself*, again because that external validation was the prize he didn’t put any work into finding himself as a person, only championing what Barbara wanted him to be. Again, he didn’t seem to realize that he was being used rather than loved by his mother. And now Dennis and Dee are only left with Frank, who is a lot harder on Dennis than Barbara was, because Frank also seems to have a lot more in common with Dee so then Dee becomes the more inherent favorite as time goes on because she proves herself to Frank a lot more than Dennis does**. So Dennis sort of falls apart when he no longer has that inherent ‘golden child’ status from Barbara n that’s been really interesting to watch.
**Which isn’t to say Frank is a good father to Dee, he definitely isn’t LOL but Dee and Frank do click a lot better than Dennis and Frank do. There’s a lot more of Barbara’s (and Bruce’s, imo) personality in Dennis than Frank’s. So yeah, I do think the fact that Dee reflects a lot more of Frank’s personality (see: in “Gets Analyzed” all it took for the therapist to catch onto Dee lying was her session with Frank), and Barbara did not really like Frank, is probably another big reason why Barbara didn’t like Dee but was able to at least act like she liked Dennis cuz Dennis is a lot more like her.
#sorry this turned more into a general trash twins analysis LOLOL but i mean... its useful to compare the two when analyzing one of 'em#dee's mommy issues from Barbara just bounce off of den's daddy issues from Frank LOL#trash twins#a very interesting question thank u!!! if anyone else has thoughts on this feel free to rb and add 'em! :}
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Trust Me
Pairing: Dennis Skinner x F!Reader (Skinner 1993)
Word Count: 2,421 words
Warning(s): Knife play, dubious consent, mentions of off screen flaying, bondage, sensory deprivation, minor blood play
Summary: Your serial killer boyfriend wants to try something a little more exciting.
Author's Note: I couldn't find the fic I wanted so I wrote it myself. This scene may appear later in a longer fic but until then, I hope you enjoy this. This is the first thing I've written in a while and my only Reader POV fic so please be kind.
Shout-out to @curbitkirby for encouraging me to write a niche fic as my own audience. I was your anon all along!
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You've known who Dennis was for months now. What he did when he was gone all night. He showed you the abandoned warehouse where his poorly preserved skins hung like a macabre walk-in closet. Yet somehow, you still feel safer with him than almost anyone else.
You were already sleeping together before he told you, though you continued to say you would go slow. There was no slow now, though. You made your choice and you wouldn't go back if you could.
This morning Dennis had said he wanted to do something special tonight. Something risky, he'd called it.
"Do you trust me," he asked, cupping your cheek.
"Of course I do."
That small, shy smile still made you melt.
"Good," he said, that sweet smile quirking into a dark smirk that sent a thrill down your spine. "We're staying in tonight."
He hadn't asked you to dress up, but you wanted to. You weren't entirely sure what he had in mind, but his tone didn't suggest a movie on the couch. You put on the lacy bra and underwear that stays tucked at the back of your underwear drawer. As you slip the stockings up, straightening and centering the garters, you hear the door open downstairs.
"Dennis," you call out, perching on the edge of the bed. "Is that you?"
His steps were always surprisingly soft, even across the creaky old floorboards. He slips into the room, gripping the handle of his tool bag tight as his eyes roam over you. "You're wearing stockings," he says, lingering on your thighs.
"Do you like them," you ask, flushing. You know he does, you've seen the way he looks at your legs when you wear a skirt. And if you hadn't, the hunger in his eyes was answer enough.
"I love stockings on every woman," he says, setting his bag down with a conspicuous clinking of metal on metal. "But especially on you."
He pulls you to your feet and holds you against his chest, dark eyes scanning your face.
"Do you trust me," he asks for the second time that day, his voice taking on a new hard edge.
"I trust you."
He smiles sweetly, but it doesn't quite meet his eyes. When he lets you go, it drops entirely.
"Get on the bed," he says, bending to pull deep blue ropes from his bag. He tosses them on the bed in front of you. "Tie your feet to the bed. Wide."
His stern tone doesn't leave room for argument and you quickly work to obey. You're surprised by how soft the rope is, entirely different from the rough hemp he uses for his victims. Your knots aren't complex but they're secure without cutting into your ankles. At the very least, Dennis seems satisfied when he tests them.
He runs his hand from the knot, up your leg, teasing a finger under the garter strap along your thigh. "Divine," he whispers softly before continuing his trail up your body to tie your hands. His long fingers are more adept with the rope and you can tell right away his knots are more secure. You won't get free unless he lets you.
He cups your cheek, kissing you softly. "Now, I want you to close your eyes. And don't open them until I tell you."
"We could use a blindfold, I'm sure I've got something-"
"No," he snaps, gripping your jaw firmly. "I want to see you obey me," he growls, sending a shiver down your spine. You nod and close your eyes, relaxing as he lets you go. "Good. Now keep them closed."
You can hear him step away but then only the sounds of the night outside your window. As you lay there it's hard not to think about how helpless you are here. You consider opening your eyes but he might be there, waiting.
"Dennis?" You call out but there's no reply, no squeaking door or gentle footfall to indicate his presence. You listen for a long moment before you call out again. "My eyes are still closed, but I need to know you haven't left."
"I'm here," he answers calmly from somewhere to your right. "No peeking," he says playfully and now you can hear him rifling through his bag. Looking for the proper tool for…something. You could only begin to guess. You breathe deeply, testing your binds almost instinctively.
Finally, after far too long, he blows against your ear, sending a shudder through you. "You've been so good, so patient," he whispers, his lips barely brushing your skin.
You hiss at the abrupt cold against your belly as he lays the flat of a blade upon your belly.
"Do you still trust me, (Y/N)? I need you to trust me."
You can't deny the tightness in your gut at the very genuine threat he poses at this moment. You've never felt unsafe with him before, but this moment feels charged. Balanced on the edge of the very knife he held. You take another deep breath.
"It's a simple yes or no question," he snaps, stepping away. "Don't think, don't open your eyes, just answer. Do you trust me?"
"Yes," you answer with a quivering breath. It's true, despite everything you know. "I trust you, Dennis."
You can almost feel a tension ease in the room and he places the blade against your flesh again. "I believe you," he says, lips brushing yours before he kisses you again.
He teases the blade across your abdomen. "Tell me you want this."
"I want you," you answer, choosing your words precisely.
You hear him chuckle warmly as he continues to drag the blade along your skin. It doesn't hurt, more of a prickling sensation. It tingles up your chest and slices easily through the thin fabric at the center of your bra. He moves the cups away with the tip of his blade, exposing your breasts to the chill air.
You gasp as he presses the cold metal against one nipple, taking the other in his mouth. You grasp at the air, wanting to touch him as he lavishes your nipple with his tongue. He grazes his teeth over it as he pulls back and blows, pebbling the bud.
"You're beautiful," he whispers as he drags the blade back down to your hips. He must use his free hand to run his fingers up your slit, groaning softly. "So ready, so vulnerable, so perfect." The elastic snaps softly as he slices through one side then the other of the underwear, pulling the damp cloth away to leave you exposed in only your stockings.
The mattress shifts as he leaves the bed, but this time you can hear his bare feet padding along the floor. He clinks around again in his bag and then he's running what feels like something long and wooden along your now bare slickness. You moan softly as he presses it gently against your clit, the textured surface making you feel electric.
"Dennis, please," you whine, pulling against the ropes.
He slaps your thigh with the cold flat of a new blade and you realize he's been teasing you with its hilt.
"Stay still and keep your eyes shut," he orders. He slips two long fingers inside you, drawing a sharp gasp as he curls them. You struggle to maintain under the slow, studious torment, but manage with little more than a tremor in your thighs.
He shifts again and you hope that soon he'll give you the fullness you crave. Instead he tastes you with a long lick from core to clit, making you groan deeply. He'd licked and bitten you before but never there.
"How do I taste," you whine, swallowing roughly. He doesn't answer and for a moment you're concerned, but then his face is buried between your legs, drinking you down like a dying man. You can't help but roll your hips against him but he stops the moment you do.
You whine pathetically as he pulls back and runs a finger under one of the garters. "I won't tell you again." He presses the blade against your hip, firmer than before. The edge is no longer a prickle but not as painful as you expect. Still, it's very clear that even the slightest twitch might break the skin.
You feel him lower himself again to circle his tongue around your clit and this time you're careful to hold yourself. Your fists clench and your toes curl as he meticulously tests your limits, his free hand gripping your thigh as the knife rests almost calmly.
"Dennis, please," you whimper, shuddering. "I'm so- I'm going-"
He pulls the knife away and a moment later he's slipping his finger inside you. "Come for me," he growls before burying his face, enthusiastically lapping at your folds until you come with a moan, hips bucking as he works you through your orgasm.
Your eyes flutter up at the ceiling as you pant before you close them again. If he notices, he doesn't say anything. You can feel your wetness coating his chin as he kisses and bites up your body. He drags the blade up behind each kiss and you know there will be scratch marks in the morning.
He traces it over the mound of your breast, making you shiver softly. Up along the line of your collarbone and back again to rest the tip in the hollow of your neck. "Mm, incredible."
The blade is once again gentle as he draws it over the contours of your face. The cool metal is pressed against your cheekbone as he kisses you tenderly.
"Open your eyes."
You open them slowly to see the adoring little smile you've come to love. He shifts to rub the head of his thick cock against your swollen clit and you keep your eyes on his as you groan.
"Dennis, please," you whine, rolling against him. You watch as his eyes flutter now, sweeping the tip of his tongue over his cupid's bow to curl back in. He sits back and you can see all of him now. His long, lean torso pale in the moonlight through your window. There's a flicker of a thought, wondering how long the curtain has been open but it vanishes as you finally see the blade he's been teasing you with all night.
It's shorter than it felt when it was pressed against you and no part of it looks like it should offer pleasure. Wide, with a wicked little curve at the tip. The sharp edge glints ominously in the light, but as your eyes wander down to the textured hilt, you shudder.
He chuckles darkly, looking over you with hungry eyes as he begins to twirl the knife through his fingers.
"You like this," he says and this time it's not a question but you nod anyway. He reaches back without looking to slice one rope, freeing one ankle, then the other. He holds the knife carefully as he grips your thighs, shifting them to press into you. Your head rolls back as he fills you, torturously slow, clawing at the air again. Long, slow strokes through you, pulling nearly all the way out then burying himself as deep as possible.
You writhe under him, moaning and whimpering for more. Instead he takes the knife and presses it gently against your chest, instantly stilling you as he continues to thrust. His gaze is hard, predatory, the quirk at the edge of his thin lips doing nothing to soften the look. He drags it back down your body to rest against your mound, using his thumb to tease your clit.
You pant and try to keep your hips still but you feel the blade bite into you as your hips twitch. You can feel the blood welling but you're still surprised when he tosses the blade away to kiss the small wound. You shiver at the sight of your blood speckling his lips, licking your own.
He lunges forward to kiss you, taking on a new pounding rhythm. His fingers dig into your thighs, holding you in place as firmly as any rope. Still you strain against the bonds, desperate to feel him, to claw and caress him. You bite his lip and he growls, biting back harder, making you yelp. His cock shudders inside you and you know he's close.
"I want to see you come," you say, breathless and husky. He shudders, eyes fluttering as he gathers his control to pull out. He lets go of your legs, taking his cock in one hand and fingering you with the other. You watch as he strokes himself, long, thin fingers wrapped around his girth. It isn't long before you're coming again and he's painting your stomach with long stripes.
As you come down you can feel his juices adding a sting to the tingling warmth of your new marks. He almost looks smug, surveying his handy work along your body.
"Pretty as a picture," he smirks, and for a moment you wonder if he has more in mind for the night. He gets off the bed and grabs a towel from somewhere you can't see, patting you clean before wiping himself off. He tugs the end of each knot holding your wrists, releasing so easily it's hard to believe they ever held you.
You rub your wrists and he traces along your jaw, lifting your chin to look at him. "You did so well, sweetheart," he smiles, kissing your head. "Do you feel alright?"
You nod, sighing contentedly as you settle into the bed. "Hurts a little, but not much".
"We should get you cleaned up."
"Soon," you say, pulling him down to you. He shifts to hold you with a warm chuckle. You settle against his bare chest and, despite the warm prickling across your flesh, you feel safer than ever.
"Thank you for trusting me," he whispers against your hair. You don't respond, just cuddling closer.
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Ayesha Liveblogs Heartstopper S2
Alright, I have gathered my psychological strength, onto season 2!!
Charlie and Nick's little "hi"s are very sweet to me, they just always seem so happy to see each other
"Kissing at school is a terrible idea," said Nick, both accurate, and in direct contradiction to his actions in the hallway on sports day not so long ago
I understand that Nick is not happy with his rugby friends but it does put him in a rough position to be isolating himself from his long-time companions at a time when he's dealing with a lot of change
What up with Mr. Farouk, why did he yell "QUIET" at the top of his voice like anyone had really been saying anything audibly:
"No chatting, no phones, no annoying questions." Genuinely what is the point of a study hall like this!! Talking to people can help you revise!! The internet can help you revise! Why have desk partners or a study time at all if you're going to be so incredibly restrictive about what resources they use. Mr. Farouk we've just met but you seem like your pedagogy needs some work
The way neither Nick nor Charlie have any respect for authority LMAO. Both texting in class immediately after the teacher starts talking
"I want to rejoin the rugby team." The valiant return of Rugby Romance!!! It is very funny how Charlie's motivation for rugby is 1) Nick and 2) Sport, in that order
"But maybe being weird is how he expresses his romantic feelings." LMAO true
The panic in Tao's eyes upon his romantically-charged friendship touching his hair. A visual demonstration of 🚨WEE OO WEE OO WHAT'S GOING ON 🚨
"How did you know this is my favourite chocolate bar?" HAHAHAHAHA, Heartstopper joining the likes of every Thai show I've ever watched when it comes to sponsor integration. Perfect. Product placement is allowed if it amuses me:
"If we're out by the time we're on the Paris trip, we can kiss on the Eiffel tower." Nick is sooooo romantic. Also it's windy up there
Baffling to me that all these teens are allowed to have a sleepover, not only because of it a being mixed-gender event, but also because half of them are DATING EACH OTHER
Sidenote: I love that Nick does have a support system in these friends
Side sidenote: Whichever tumblr coder took away my indented bullet list ability. Meet me in the Denny's parking lot
Elle and Tao's almost kiss in the garden 🌻💛 This friend group IS incapable of platonic activities
Tao every time Nick says anything: U shut ur mouth, Rugby Boy
"You didn't like me because you're gay." "Well, I... I'm bisexual actually." YEAHHHHHHHHH Nick also fjfhfjhfjk Imogen
It makes me happy how warm and yellow the colouring of this ep is
"Nick is banned from sleepovers from now on." Hater energy, but fair hahahahaha this is what I expected
Quite honestly I am unable to see Tori as any age but 30 LOL. smth about her reminds me of Catherine Tate's Comic Relief skits:
"I can protect him," said Charlie, like he can run faster than homophobia. (I'm with you on the concern, Tori)
Is each season going to have a colour theme? Because this ep looks quite yellow too, where a lot of the last season was blue
Charlie abandoning his schoolwork stresses me out LOL BOY
Rough for Imogen to be dating Ben, he sucks
"It's not my fault he liked me before you." "I hate you because you literally assaulted him." Good for Nick for calling it what it is
"Sorry, am I not allowed to like girls as well as boys?" Ben said, bisexuality is not only for the sound of mind
Nick softlaunching his relationship with a picture of his dog and boyfriend:
Really bold of Elle to declare the art school friends as new friends for life after one (1) day of interaction but more power to her I guess. I love that she is making more friends, and specifically trans and non-binary friends because it really does change your life to meet people with shared identities 😭❤️
Fjkfkfjhf Tao representing my diasporic experience and replying in English while being spoken to in your mother tongue
"He's done some really bad stuff." "What? What'd he do?" "I can't tell you." I feel like you COULD say he assaulted someone without saying who but I respect Nick not wanting to even come close to outing someone
"I don't actually have that many friends." Colour me crazy, Imogen, but I kinda think that's cause you're never at your own school
This GCSE scene with Nick is exactly why I need psychological strength for this show, it's a visual representation of a panic attack
HAHAHAHHAHA the juxtaposition between Tao's mum, who loves Elle and wants her to live in their house, vs. Elle's mum, who refers to Tao as "that boy of yours"
"I just... I just wanted to meet the guy that, you know, turned my little brother gay." Get fucked David, and get out
David said: I am homophobic AND biphobic. I can do both
You know, I'll give my brother this credit, when he found a little gay picture of me he just handed it back and minded his business
Me @ Charlie's mum: Strict parents raise sneaky kids
"Charlie, this is not your fault," said Nick, even though Charlie would take fault for breathing if he could
Tao also representing the diasporic experience of being handed cut up fruit when you're sad
The Elle and Tao pic being Tao's phone background gjkkgjhgjhg
"Honestly, Elle could do better. And she probably doesn't even like me back, and this is probably going to destroy our friendship, it's going to destroy our friendship group, and it's going to leave me devastated for years to come. So, this is probably a really selfish and stupid thing to do, but I'm going to tell her. Help me." Wow, I did not anticipate this level of emotional honesty from Tao. Good for him!
"We're sorry about what happened at the cinema. We should've spoken up." Awwww Rugby Boys Redemption
"I know you and Charlie are really good mates." The immediate cutaway to them kissing is the funniest thing this show has ever done
Ah, well it was only a matter of time before one of the teachers so their many, many school kisses. I hope Coach Singh is cool about it
"Lots of lesbians in women's rugby. That's how I met my wife." YEAHHHHH Coach Singh! Sometimes stereotypes DO comfort me
I loooooove that Nick has a teacher on his side now. Good for him!!
"It's fine. It's done." CHARLIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE why will you take responsibility for everything all the time except the one thing you need to take responsibility for, which is your history essay
Charlie submitting essential coursework five minutes before it's due. Honestly relatable
"You're going to be so annoyed with me after [Paris.] " "Awww, but I love you because of how annoying you are." This is my love language
Wow, Tao, this new haircut and confidence is working for you:
As a sidenote: Cutting your hair when you believe someone else likes you is a bold move. Hair can change a lot kjghgjhgkjh
The way their friends rush them after they agree to go out!!! I love this friend group
Awww, it's fun that Isaac has a newfound relationship in James, even though I am like, 90% sure he's going to be uninterested in romance as a whole
"Look after him, or you die." Tori's Pre-Party Shovel Talk
"Just think of us being out as a couple in Paris." 1) Do you think your teachers will still let you be roommates if they know you're dating and 2) Not terribly convincing when Nick looks like he's gonna be sick
Nick is truly popular against his own will LOL
"You're the one who said we'd always put our friendship first. You promised." "Well, I guess romance does ruin friendship." I do think Elle has been pretty unkind here. I know Tao is acting out-of-character, but he's doing it to impress Elle, and she's responded by inviting her friends, who Tao doesn't know, to the latter half of their date
"Nick doesn't want to talk to you, Harry, piss off." Very assertive of Charlie, good for him
Even though they're in England, it'd honestly never occurred to me that they'd be leaving for Paris on a bus
Counting Isaac and James, there's a lot of Romantic Situations on this Bus:
"What the hell was that?" said Tao, about Nick speaking French, like he doesn't know Cantonese
Skjhkjdhdjh Tao and Isaac immediately preventing Nick and Charlie from sharing a bed
SOMETHING is going to happen between Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi, and while it'd be fun if it was something gay, I think it's going to be homophobic, bc this show just isn't THAT fun
HAHAHAHA Tao just slamming down the apple juice on Elle's table and running away
"I need a drink. An alcoholic drink." "We probably shouldn't drink alcohol." "I need a croissant then." WILL IT be gay? Please sirs
Isaac should also probably take the 'am I gay' internet quiz
"My dad's French." "Since when?" "Since.... his birth?" Nicolas Nelson u are so funny and cute
Does Charlie have a bit of disordered eating? We've seen him beg off having food a few times
HAHAHA the way Elle is like, "I don't want a man who takes me to movies I like, I want someone who jump scares me in museums!"
"It's like all he cares about is having a girlfriend." Probably true, Imogen
Yikes for Charlie @ having to sit next to Ben. Also. Imogen HAS to see what the hell is up here, there's been SO MANY loaded glances
Update from like 1 minute later: Seen, spilled, and SPLIT UP:
"There's no need to call her a bitch," said Harry, suggesting he's okay with homophobic slurs but draws the line at derogatory language towards women
"Everything would be so much easier if I was into girls." Is that true, Imogen?
"You care about your friends so... loudly." A very good way to describe Tao
Tao after Nick compliments him a bunch: I have to leave immediately
Nick said: In the spirit of France, I've decided to try necking
HAHAHAHHAAH the "Oh fu—" cut off on Charlie learning he has a hickey
This is one situation in which it would be better for Charlie NOT to be out because the list of people who could've given him a hickey goes: Nick, Tao, Isaac or James, so I really don't see this being the best situation for anyone
"Charlie didn't give me a chance to figure myself out, and then you came along, and you stole him from me." 1) Can't steal a person 2) You assaulted him, Ben and 3) Figuring yourself out does not equal treating people like shit! See: Nick
"Hey Nick. Is that hickey from you then?" "What if it was? Are you jealous?" YEAHHHHH NICK
"Did Harry just stick up for us?" "I think he did." All Harry required was one (1) empathy lesson from Isaac to develop a conscience
Ohhhhh Tao's comment about accidentally outing Nick from last season makes a lot more sense in the context of him being overheard about Charlie
Little Charlie and Tao are soooo cute omg
Awwwww Charlie making a Charlie and Tao love lock for the bridge ❤️ Sweet boy
"People might think you gave me this hickey if you keep this up." It would be EXTREMELY funny if people assumed that Charlie had somehow gathered a gay boys' school polycule
Is the Louvre background greenscreened kjghkjghg I can't tell
"You don't have to understand your feelings completely to know you like something." Hahahaha Nick being the subtle matchmaker of Elle and Tao this season is something I couldn't have predicted, but I adore
I am growing more and more sure all of the painting scenes are greenscreened haha. I guess renting out the Louvre was out of the budget, very fair
Tao and Elle, while their best friend Charlie is passed out on the floor of the Louvre:
"I don't do poses." "Yes, you do. Go on." I think Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi should develop a little flirtationship. As a treat
"Charlie, I've noticed you, uh, don't really eat a lot. Generally." Me too, Nick
NOT CHARLIE TRYING TO APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING DISORDERED EATING. AIEEEEEEEEEEE
"Sometimes it feels like the only thing I can control in my life." God. godddd. Not to reveal too much of myself, but this is the only fucking time I've ever seen someone in a show with a similar relationship to food as me. Not out of body image issues, or out of personal neglect, but as like. A bad relationship with food and anxiety
"Do you like that fact that I speak French?" Heehee
HAHAHAHAHA Charlie and Nick pointlessly running away from their field trip even though I'm sure Nick would be ALLOWED to meet up with his own dad. Very rebellious
Well, Stéphane, Nick's Deadbeat Dad, made a brief but impactful appearance
"If you're thinking about giving me another hickey..." [High-pitched, lying] "I wasn't thinking about that."
Another stressful moment caused by Nick and Charlie's Irrepressible PDA HAHAH:
"When you don't figure out you're gay until your late 20s, you tend to miss out on those." IT WAS THAT FUN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND IT WAS SOMETHING GAY!!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MR. FAROUK ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
I love that every named teacher in this school is gay. 10/10. I want to give the writers a leetle kees on the lips
"You flirting with me?" "Maybe." Mr. Ajayi!!! 👀❤️
I've not really talked about the Tara and Darcy subplot of Darcy being unable to say that she loves Tara or that her parents clearly don't know she's dating her but I am curious where it's leading
Isaac's No. 1 love is books, and I do love that for him
"To be honest, I sort of had a crush on him last year." We return to Charlie representing The Only Out Kid At School Whom All Other People Figuring Out That They're Some Type of Gay May Inevitably Direct Their Feelings
This is officially THE MOST romantically charged field trip I've ever seen in my life. Even Isaac's trying his hand (and his lips):
"I know I've said some homophobic stuff in the past, but I feel like I know better now, and I'll never say anything like that again." Harry. I don't know if this is going to be enough of an apology to get you into the World's Gayest Birthday Party
LMAOOOOOOOOOOO CHARLIE SHUTTING THE DOOR IN HARRY'S FACE. GOOD FOR HIM!!!
"I know who it was. Me. We're dating." Awwwww Nick ❤️
Also, love love love how when everyone's like "U gay?" He consistently clarifies that he's bi
"I'm going to pretend I believe you have food poisoning." I take back everything I said about Mr. Farouk's pedagogy, he's a real one
Also why on EARTH would they not take Darcy to the bathroom to vom and rally first! Unrealistic, blocked. You would not tell a teacher unless she was DYING
Nick and Charlie's very forthright conversation about how they feel about sex. They're very good communicators! 💟
"I love you so much. I know it sounds like I don't mean it, because I'm drunk. But I really do mean it. I love you." Darcy said: The alcohol was communication juice, actually
Don't look at me but Tara kissing Darcy even though she was just sick is very romantic, I said what I said:
I repeat: THE MOST ROMANTICALLY-CHARGED FIELD TRIP EVER, IN THE HISTORY OF FRANCE:
I feel from the separate delayed glances the night together between Mr. Farouk and Mr. Ajayi did not go that well
Also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
TAO'S MUM WANTING TO CELEBRATE WITH THEIR ENTIRE FAMILY THAT HE AND ELLE ARE TOGETHER!!! 💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘💘
The shadowy figures as u enter your house. We've all been there, Darcy
"You probably just haven't found the right person yet." Hoo boy
"Like, being in a world where romance and sex are prized above everything else when you don't feel those forms of attraction. Growing up feeling about something about you is different, but you don't have the words to describe what that is." 1) I love that Isaac is finally finding words for his experience and 2) It bugs me a leetle when people phrase this idea without including the word CISHETERONORMATIVE, because trans and queer romance and sex are CERTAINLY not prized above everything else. It's a necessary distinction
Elle's safe place being Charlie and Isaac and Tao 😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘😭💘 My heart
"I'm glad you realize what you did was wrong, but you don't get to ambush me into forgiving you." Charlie is SO good at finding words!! He could teach a class
"It's a very attractive sport to women," said Stephane, not knowing he was literally the only person at the table who didn't know his son was dating a guy
Nick said: This is a coming out AND a Deadbeat Dadtervention, get rekt Stéphane
"You have not grown up into the man I'd hoped you'd be, David." WOW. Even Stéphane knows you're wrong, David. That's gotta hurt!
Mrs. Spring, probably: Wow, so your boyfriend comes from a broken home!
"It was nice to meet your... boyfriend. I don't really understand these things, but he seems like a very nice young man." "He is." Alright, Stéphane, you get $0.000000001 knocked off your Deadbeat Dad Debt
"Talk about my brother like that again, and I'll end you." GET HIM, TORI
This show loves a happy/sad juxtaposition, so we must pair Nick and Charlie's semi-successful family dinner with Darcy running away from home
"You should invite him tonight." Gay teachers alliance unite!!!
"And he still carries it all with him. Even though it's over. It still causes him a lot of pain. I don't know, do you think that's true?" "Yeah, I do. I think when something really bad happens, it can affect you for a really long time." Two teenage boys' first endeavour in finding words to discuss trauma
I like Elle's dad, he's fun. I really appreciate that none of the main group's parents except Darcy's appear to be mean
"We've missed you mate." "Yeah. I've missed you too." RUGBY BOYS REUNION 💗
I also haven't really talked about Sahar, bisexual prom guitarist with a frenemieship with Imogen, but I do like her a lot as well
The extra in the green dress staring intently at Tao and Elle is killing me. What a scene-stealer
"I want to go to Lambert." "I know." Shut the fuck up, Elle and Tao are sooooo cute:
"I was going to suggest dinner and drinks next time?" NATHAN ❤️ YOUSSEF FOREVER
Omg. Imogen's little musical note animations on Sahar's guitar!! Is her statement about being into girls going to come to fruition!!!
Heartstopper said: There will be NO relationships that do not involve queer or trans people. Not on my watch!!!!!!!
Nick having six of his closest friends over for a prom night chill is extremely relatable. Heartstopper really does touch upon a lot of memories LOL
Darcy's mum not even giving a shit her daughter spent the night in a public park. Boooooooooooo
"I hide who I am when I'm at home." Darcy 😭😭😭😭😭
I hope and feel that Darcy has a home in her friends ❤️I believe they all have a home in each other
"You never told me about... the bullying." Nick said: I'm going to drastically change the tone of this evening, Charlie
Ahhhhh, I knew Charlie's admission was coming based on the season's warning, but oof
Nick about to tell Charlie that he loves him, like we can't sense it with every fibre of his being
(Aside: I do think both Charlie and Nick should probably be seeing a therapist, or at the very least a (safe) school counsellor. They're carrying a lot)
Charlie about to text it as well!! I wish for nothing but a kinder world and brighter days ahead for these boys:
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sorting the gang: mac
Previously: Dennis
We started with a non-obvious sorting so now let's move on to one of the easier ones.
PRIMARY: Snake (extremely dysfunctional), Bird model (extremely dysfunctional) (or the other way around?)
OK maybe it isn't THAT easy. Honestly you could go either way on this. I think part of it is that Mac's character gets written really differently depending on the episode/season (and a lot of fans LOVE complaining about this, "omg they ruined Mac's character" etc., despite both sides of his character being there early on)
Mac obviously is pretty attached to his worldview, usually his religion. He builds his entire identity around it and spends a lot of energy trying to work out the contradictions, the biggest example being being gay vs. being Catholic. He is very proud of how he can view the whole world through whatever lens he has glommed onto at any given point.
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science is a LIAR sometimes
Idk I had an entire paragraph here about how everything he says in that video is wrong and how malleable these identities actually are for him in practice until I thought maybe that was still what Birds do especially less mature ones so idk. (Full disclosure I don't really "get" Bird primaries so I might not just be good at recognizing them?)
But I think a picture speaks a thousand words, especially when it is a picture that contains a thousand words:
"just like everyone else in the group" lol ok mac
Mac is a Snake whose people don't give a shit about him. His people are his dad, his mom, Dennis, and to a lesser degree Charlie. "The Gang" isn't really a thing for him as a unit, those are the only people he cares about. And he really cares. ("We're like the best friends in the whole goddamn world and goddamn them for making me think otherwise!")
It isn't a good kind of caring. On his end, they are deeply codependent up to the point where he smuggles drugs for his dad because he's his dad, calls the cops on Dennis when he is out of the apartment for an hour, poisons Dennis to try to make him dependent on him... (Can you be Exploded about more than one person?) And obviously on their end all these people either openly hate Mac to an abusive extent or only give a shit insofar as they can use him. And Mac is deeply in denial that this is possible for his people.
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like, even just the idea that OBVIOUSLY Luther wants to see this picture of his mom because OBVIOUSLY she's really important to Luther just like Mac is OBVIOUSLY important to him because OBVIOUSLY he would also care as much, that's how relationships OBVIOUSLY work...
And most importantly, the idea that other people in the world have things to offer does not register. It's not on YouTube but there's a legit tragic scene in the last season where Mac meets his uncle Donald. Donald is a family scapegoat for all the same reasons Mac is, and he is lonely and eager to connect. He is the perfect father figure for Mac, who desperately wants a father figure... and Mac doesn't give a shit about him. He sits through all of this with total disinterest. Charlie sits there the entire scene getting increasingly frustrated: "You have everything you've ever dreamed of right here, but we're gonna just blow right past it, aren't we?"
SECONDARY: Lion (Snake model except he is bad at it?)
This is the easy part, I mean like do I even have to explain it? Mac reacts to things. He reacts to things like a bomb does. Or like whatever the most badass and/or powerful action is at the time. ("Mac sees himself as the boss in most situations and the gang constantly complains about his bossiness.")
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it like personally offends him that the mafia does things other than be badass at people
There are three common Mac plots. One is that Mac and someone else (usually Charlie) escalate each other into chaos. Two, someone (almost anyone) manipulates him with zero effort. Three, someone (usually Dennis) attempts to do a scheme with him that he derails loudly. Basically Mac is earnest, in a way that only Charlie really matches. I think that's probably part of why they're the two members of the Gang most likely to be interpreted as kinda-maybe-salvageable deep down even when they objectively do just as bad things as everyone else.
This is Sunny so Mac has a baseline ambient level of lying and scheming, i.e. lowkey Snake modeling. Notably he got a double dose of that model from hanging out with the Gang and beforehand from growing up with career criminals as parents. But he's the worst person in the Gang at scheming and it isn't remotely close. Which is not to say that he doesn't try to manipulate people, he just....... fundamentally doesn't get the concept:
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"Oh shit... right, don't give away the information." feel like I'm using all my memes on these
Obligatory disclaimer that again this is the most exaggerated and cartoonish and just incredibly dumb version of Lioning so just like if you're a Bird secondary don't be offended about sharing it with a serial predator, don't be offended about sharing Lion with this incredibly dumb individual
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My general reaction to Zenos, step-by-step
Meeting Zenos for the first time in Rhaglr's Reach: This is stupid. Why would losing a "suppose to lose" fight disqualify me from continuing the story? And we just got done fighting Ifrit, Titan, Garuda, Leviathan, Moggle Mog, Ramuh, Shiva, a Giant Dragon, Nidhogg, Nidhogg repowered, Ravana, Bismarck, the Warring Triad, and technically Alexander and Bahamut...but THIS guy is stronger than us. Feels a bit late in the narrative to introduce him. Where was he in Heavensward or even alluded to walking along side his father when we were in the Sea of Clouds? Could of alluded to him being way more powerful than what was necessary and a future threat. But no just plop him down and whip it out like bringing a blow horn to a silent auction.
Zenos in Yanxia: So...after fighting a new kami we had never encounter before. All we did was...break off a piece of his helmet. And again, its a suppose to lose fight but losing doesn't progress the story. All that has changed is he has a new sword. I do not care for this character.
Zenos throughout Ala Mhigo: Wow they REALLY wanted to pad out this part of the story and make every excuse not to immediately fight Zenos.
Zenos in the dungeon and Royal Menagarie: So...despite all that we don't kill him out right. The guy enjoyed the fight, slits his own throat and despite being super power to begin with...became the one thing we are super good at killing. Like if a walking warhead decided to become a Denny's Grand Slamwich. Also he kept going on and on about mastering our echo, hope we do that one day.
Zenos in the Post-Patch: So, he came back but then is possessed by Elidibus and then just gets up after we kill him for once and now we're off to somewhere else. And the real Zenos is cosplaying as Legolas? What the fuck are you doing with Zenos?
Zenos in Shadowbringers: So...he spent all this time walking to Garlemald and got his body back and killed Varis. Now what?
Zenos in Post-Patch: There's Zenos being bored and is now super Ascianed as if making his a Resonant and Super Weapon wasn't already enough it feels like he was already Super Saiyan, now he has to go beyond and become a Super D Duper Saiyan. Oh hey he's seeing the Final Days and Emet-Selch might of done something to him. Alright he's sitting around. Alright, he's sitting around and bored. Alright, he's off to get a new weapon. He's selecting a weapon and monologuing to the moon. Guess we'll find out what he's up to and what Emet may of done to him in the next expansion. Clearly going to be the penultimate final boss.
Zenos in Endwalker: He's...standing around monologuing. He stole our body as is standing aroun monologuing. Alright he broke the seals of Zodiark WE ARE GOING TO FINALLY FIG--and Fandaniel is now Zodiark. Alright now do we fight Zen--oh no we just let him walk away. Alright so he's just walking around the Garlean Wilderness like a murder hobo and now he's sad cause Alisaie called him a bitch. Okay, he's now in Ala Mhigo monologuing to himself. Okay, he's now here as Shinryu to and flew us into a final boss battle. Okay...you going to tell us about your past? Maybe we get an echo of an important moment in Zenos' life that makes all this meaningfu--okay no we're just fighting--A TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXESA TEST OF YOUR REFLEXES And he's dead...ooookkaayy???????
Zenos in Post-Patch: They REALLY cannot shut up about Zenos. Is he's alive as a Voidsent somewhere orrr?????
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Bar on Jax Masterlist
Previous Chapter: Prologue
Working at a bar kind of put you off of them in general—like how if you worked at an office, you wouldn’t want to spend your weekends there—but a co-worker had somehow managed to drag you along to one. James’ surprise visit two months prior had shaken you—actually, it caused more of an earthquake in your life, destroying what you had managed to rebuild from the first cataclysm that was Finn’s murder. You still attended your job, for there was no way in hell you could ever stay living in New York without one, but you were never really present; mix a drink, pass it to a customer, and that was it. You felt on autopilot at work, the only time you could actually get yourself to do something. The only non-work related things you did were cry and lie in bed, only getting up when you needed to use to bathroom—barely eating, barely sleeping. Even though you didn’t consider Cassandra a friend, you barely even considered her an acquaintance, she had been kind enough to bring you food around a couple times week and try to engage with you during work hours. If you had been in a different headspace, you could totally see her being someone you’d enjoy spending some time with, but you weren’t in that headspace.
She had chosen this bar because it was on the other side of town, closer to where she lived, saying she didn’t want you too close to home and the bar on Jax Street because it would only be upsetting on what should be a fun night out, and although you knew she was right, you still didn’t appreciate that reasoning. Eventually, you let it slide, and were surprised when she managed to get you to shower for the first time in a month and go outside for more than 20 minutes.
She slid into a bar stool and sighed blissfully as she greeted the bartender, “Dennis! I’ve brought a friend!” she gestured to you as you gave a small smile and settled down next to her. The bartender raised an eyebrow at her and then looked to you, “Cass usually comes here alone—not that she ever leaves alone.”
That managed to make the corner of your lip twitch a little, and Cass just rolled her eyes as she pushed back her long and voluminous honey-brown hair, “I just came to drop her off with you, really,” she admitted with a shrug before turning her head to you, “I don’t really drink,” she said, tapping her long nails along the counter, “Prefer to fuck around for the night, honestly. I’ll be out on the dance floor, and you’re welcome to join me absolutely anytime, until then, just shout for Den and he’ll be there, ok?” she gave you a friendly wink before slipping into the crowd, not even giving you time to respond.
Although you were a bit upset she had ditched you after inviting you out on the premise of spending time with you, she was at least somewhat polite about it, and you didn’t feel like dancing anyway. You did, however, feel like a drink. The music was so loud it caused your stool to vibrate and your ear drums to beat so harshly it almost cancelled out the electronic beats themselves.
You froze at the sound of a familiar voice calling your name as someone settled into the bar seat Cass had been seated on moments before.
God, did you need a drink.
Just as James finished ordering, you quickly asked for a tequila shot and threw it back before Dennis had even set the shot glass down. It burnt more than you remembered considering you hadn’t drunk in a while, but you ignored the bitter taste in your mouth and just focused on the alcohol pumping through your veins.
“I thought I said I didn’t want to see you again,” you said, carefully, staring straight ahead.
“I know but- could you look at me, please?”
Maybe the fact that you hadn’t had a drink in a while made you susceptible to getting drunk more easily, but considering your mind was already somewhat spinning, you clumsily turned your head to meet his gaze. You were weirded out at the sight; he looked… desperate. In his ocean blue eyes, tidal waves of anguish drowned animosity you had felt toward him.
“I’ve just got to do this shit for my therapist to get off my ass,” he smiled, weakly, and the smile looked so forced it pained him.
“Ah, James,” you sighed, throwing your head back to stare at the somewhat eroding ceiling, raising your voice even more so he could hear you over the abundance of noise, God damn, “I know you’re not the Winter Soldier, logically—”
“Can we talk about this outside?” he yelled over the group that had started screaming over some DJ stepping up to put on his playlist or something you weren’t paying attention to.
Without looking back to check if he was following, you shoved your way through grinding bodies and stumbled out the side door with a breath of fresh air, realising just how sweaty the bar smelt in contrast with the cool night breeze. James followed soon behind, shutting the door as you sighed and leant against the wall, slowly sliding down until your ass hit the floor, knees bent to your chest.
James settled down beside you, but didn’t say anything, instead looking through the metal mesh fence and to the dumpsters on the other side of the barrier. It was odd, the silence you two sat in; it wasn’t uncomfortable, it just felt… odd, sitting next to the man whom had killed Finn, killing your lust for life along with him.
“You know,” you finally started, “I know you’re not the Winter Soldier, but I just…”
Finn’s head smashed against the wall, blood sputtering and skull caved in.
“I just can’t,” you said in a small voice, titling your head up to the stars, trying so hard to hold back tears.
Talking about his time being nothing more than an asset to bad people was always difficult for Bucky; flashes of lifeless bodies, white walls stained with so much blood it seemed the wall had been painted red in first place with splashes of white against it, torture of himself and others—but for you, he would.
He moved to place a hand on your shoulder in an attempt to comfort you, but just as he lifted his hand you flinched, and he lowered it with a defeated sigh. He was frustrated, and angry that you thought he would hurt you, and that made him want to hurt you—it was a “real chicken or the egg” conundrum. He managed to keep his composure and bounce back from the sharp pain in his heart.
“I understand,” he decided on his response, even though he didn’t really. He regretted his time as the Winter Soldier so much more than any soul could ever, but Finn was just a case he hadn’t felt guilt over.
“Thanks,” you said with a sniff as you stood up, he stayed seated, “I’m here with a friend,” he already knew that. You waved as you pushed your shoulder against the door and entered the building, the loud music washing over him and vanishing just as quickly, similar to how he felt with you. He was getting impatient. Granted, he had only spoken to you twice fucking ever, but you were a drug he just couldn’t quit, intoxicated by you in every way; your voice honey, your eyes marvels—he hadn’t even gotten a hit of you yet but he was aching to try, and he knew that once he finally got his hands on it, he’d never let it go again.
Obviously Cass was gone—she had texted you to let you know, and said she could give you a ride back home but it would have to be in a few hours. You grumpily left the bar and stood on the curb, tapping your foot as you waited for Uber to fucking open.
You know, Cass was a nice girl, kind hearted, but it was becoming clear to you she was a nymphomaniac.
“A ride?”
God damn that fucking voice.
“I’m fine,” you replied rather harshly, tapping your foot as you began placing an order for an Uber.
“Look, there’s some creeps around this time of night—just let me take you home.”
Public transport had never really been your preference—when you could get around it, you would—and you were, truthfully, scared of not knowing anything about the man driving the car, whose hands held your safety, essentially.
James explained he had parked around the corner, and you began the trudge to his car. You walked in tense silence, determined to keep your aplomb and act as naturally as possible. No matter what he did, you knew that every time you’d see him, you’d see that night.
With you in the passenger seat, Bucky started the drive home, trying desperately to focus on the road and not on you, and how you were woozy from alcohol and how easy it would be to-
“Where are you going?” you piped up, sitting up straighter from your slouched position and lifting a hand to your temple; you probably had a headache, but it almost made him smile that it was from one fucking shot.
“Home,” he replied, before quickly correcting himself, “Your home.”
“But you don’t know where I live.”
Bucky pressed the break peddle so hard and suddenly you surely would have gone flying through the windshield had you not been wearing a seatbelt. You jerked forward before falling back against your seat again with a, “What the fuck, James!?”
He hadn’t reacted at all to the sudden halt, staying in the same exact position as he had been driving. He gulped lightly. Fuck, what if you hadn’t said anything? What if you had just let him drive? You would have realised he knew where you lived, despite never having told him. That would freak you out. You’d want nothing to do with him.
He gripped the steering wheel a little tighter and mentally reprimanded himself to be more careful.
“Right!” he finally said, “Sorry, just on autopilot, I guess. What’s your address?”
You gave him your address and silently thanked whomever was above for not giving your whiplash from the harsh jolt. After punching it in the GPS, he began driving again as if nothing had happened, but he seemed off. He was much more focused on the road, as if it was his first time driving, leaning forward slightly and gripping the steering wheel a little too tight for someone who would be comfortable behind the wheel. You weren’t complaining, though; you had a headache and didn’t feel like talking to him anyway.
Around 45 minutes later (though you hadn’t really been keeping track of time) he was parked outside your apartment building.
“Thanks, James,” you sighed, unbuckling your seatbelt.
“Bucky,” he said.
“What?” you asked, letting the belt fly back into the pillar loop, not bothering to look up at him.
“My friends call me Bucky.”
You faced him,
“Good thing I’m not your friend.”
With that, you hopped out the car and slammed the door behind you, causing you to stumble a bit. God damn that one fucking shot. You managed to strut to the apartment doors confidently, not wanting James to see you struggling and think he needed to step in. Once inside, you groaned at your headache and began pushing yourself up the stairs.
Bucky slammed the steering wheel with a frustrated grunt. He couldn’t have you if you refused to even acknowledge him as a friend; you were making this so. Fucking. Difficult.
He couldn’t deny he’d thought of just taking you. It wouldn’t be hard; he could easily overpower you and no one would care if you went missing, at least not for a few days—you didn’t have friends, didn’t speak to your family much, the only people who’d be interested was your coworkers, and even they would lose interest after reporting a missing person. The NYPD was a joke; they’d take the case on, some detective who thinks he’s in a 1940s private investigator movie will take on the task with hopeful eyes, determined to make a difference in the flawed justice and legal systems, but he’d hit a dead end early on, and move to easier cases like shoplifters and people who left restaurants without paying.
But Bucky wouldn’t unless he had to. It wasn’t so easy yet, but that’s fine, love is hard, he’d just have to persevere; it would all be worth it in the end.
End of Autopilot.
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