#even if it means putting her own team's lives at risk if they follow her. being thorough would have meant more to her

[molluskmirage]

the boogeyman effect following Bbh from purgatory 1 has been a very fascinating phenomenon.

there is alot of residual and lingering opinions of Bad from both characters and fans and its been interesting because having watched Bads pov he really didnt do anything more then what others did in purgatory. Q!Phil is mad because Bad terrorized his team but bad had far less kills then Tubbo, and plenty other teams were around terrorizing others Fit slaughtered Tina and soulfires farmers (most of which then never returned)

Q!Tubbo is mad for ‘day 12’ for a poor decision Bad made, but Bad was carrying the team mostly alone for many many hours the whole 2 weeks (the most out of anyone on the team) I think he could be forgiven for not having the clearest decision making skills running ragged and getting killed.

Q!Bagi feels betrayed by bad and has been more comfortable around tubbo since p1 but tubbo murdered her before she could say a word in p1 and Bad asked for her consent first before doing so.

Q!Etoiles is salty about the 2v1 but he and Fit started it by attacking tubbo alone who then had to run to bad and it was a 2v2 before then becoming a 2v1 as Fit backed away injured

Q!Phil has also mentioned that bad has not taken responsibility for his actions and this is echoed a lot in fan spaces but Bad is constantly taking on blame for things he may have only been adjacent too. He’s said he’s killed a lot of people, he jokes that he’d do it again. He doesnt often show remorse for his actions which I think is more what some are after but he does acknowledge things he doesn’t pretend it never happened. He told Pepito he was a monster. And anytime some express anger towards bad he respects their feelings (that doesn’t mean he’d chose to act differently or feel remorse in such actions but he doesn’t tell anyone theyre not allowed to feel that way)

its a fascinating subject to me because this effect has carried over so strongly within the space despite the fact Bad didn’t even have the highest kills in p1 for soulfire (it was Tubbo by quite a margin) yet Tubbo is often unnamed as the wrongdoer. Bagi set up Bad for death, while it didn’t come to fruition she still did that to Bad. Bad could not do anything but run when red team took on the bounty system which was excruciating to watch. Red also showed no mercy when the boats arrived and killed Bad the sole player for blue leaving his body in a zone that would kill a naked player.

Bad did do wrong he spawn killed Jaiden. However his stalking home bases and killing others in general was no different then all of the other skilled players repertoire. Bad had to play offensively for his team the majority of the time as he was one of the few that could, yet the boogeyman effect holds onto him and warps even his own members perceptions after the fact. Q!Tina as an example very enthusiastic about letting Bad loose in p1 too then scolding him for actions he took under her instruction.

The fan narrative has been the most acutely difficult to manage as the effect is almost to mystic proportions and finding disdain for even mundane actions Bad takes and reading into those as disingenuously as possible always set on more then retribution but truly an end to his character. Which again having watched Bads POV I havent been able to discern anything remarkable that any other character hasnt also partook in.

The difference I have noted is that Bad will always consider himself in the wrong regardless if his actions had justifiable reason behind it. Dapper told Bad to win in purgatory. After purgatory Bad put himself and Dapper down as ‘oh thats just something Dapper would say hes just bloodthirsty, but narratively Dapper has committed self harm in order to protect his siblings and other islanders ((an issue Dapper unfortunately sees in his father and perpetuates himself)) believing he is nothing more then a tool to help those he loves, he would not risk his siblings lives for bloodthirsty humor. Bad knows this but when faced with the hate others saw in him he waves off both his and his sons merit buckling down. Bad and Dapper have dark humor but are always making gifts and finding ways to help others. There is nothing on the island Bad is more set to protect then the eggs and this thought with Dappers message, Q!Bad really thought he needed to go all out to protect them, even still he held back a lot and would 2nd guess because he wanted to be absolutely certain of the egg’s safety.

He wasnt without reason yet with the boogeyman effect looming over his reasons never seem to be able to hold a candle to the more popular characters, and he often concedes a lot to it. He says it with a laugh, tease, and is sassy with it but still he concedes to others perceptions of him as he doesnt want to override others feelings. It can be a bit exhausting as things are blown out of proportion to what they were in originality but on a social breakdown of how things and information travels its very very interesting and I have been enjoying the dive even if it stings sometimes with reflective thoughts.

#Qsmp bbh Purgatory after thoughts discourse

[knowyourplace-fool]

Bully gojo and shy oc !! Who always torments you and humiliates you. Makes you do all his works and you do out of fear. You don't question him and feels smug . He tells how he hates you( but actually he likes her a lot but he doesn't confess because ypu keep rejecting every guy so he thinks you don't accept him either) and tells you that you are just a burden on this earth but then you get into an accident and don't come to scl for a week. Gojo doesn't know what happened to you and can't find out cuz you don't have frnds either. After a week you come to schl with a bandage to your head and a fracture sling on your arm. He gets worried and clings onto you and tou lash out for the first time telling him that he got what he wanted and he could be happy now. He gets angry and kidnaps you and fucks you🙃

-> omfg YES! gojo is such a bully

-> sorry for any mistakes!

⚠️: NON CON, Kidnapping, Mean!Gojo, physically, mental and emotional abuse, manhandling, bullying, biting, groping, size difference

-> THIS IS REALLY DARK AND FUCKED UP PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK !

All you’ve ever done is mind your own business

Sure, you don’t have many friends but that doesn’t really bother you

You enjoy being independent. Your grades are high in the air, your part time job in your school is more than enough for you to live comfortably. (In this universe, inflation doesn’t exist)

You don’t really talk to anyone, not even family. Whole bunch of drama happened, and they were toxic so you ended up leaving them for university.

Everything seemed to be going as planned until a 6’4 menace walked into your life.

Gojo Satoru was your typical frat boy and the star of the university’s basketball team.

Some may even say the Golden Boy of your university. He was smart, athletic, had a good reputation among the professors and just with people in general. Not to mention, he was ridiculously handsome. Man literally had girls fighting over him.

You’ve seen him in the hallways but never actually interacted with him. He was in a few of your classes but luckily, you guys never were put together in a group.

Until today. Your prof is running a lab and gathered the smartest students he knows to do it for him. It’s kind of a two in one for him, the lab gets complete and you guys gain some experience.

Anyways, the group consists of you, Satoru and his friend Suguru and some other nerdy people

Now unlike Gojo, you already sorta knew Geto. He was really friendly and kind towards you so you were kind of excited to be working with him.

A few days into the lab and Gojo has a sudden fixation with you. Well he always had, but this lab is letting him work closely with you and it’s making his obsession worse.

You’re stupid if you think that Gojo Satoru hasn’t kept on eye out for you. Every time you walk by him in the halls, he gets a hard on just by catching a whiff of you. The cute skirts and the pastel closet you have drives him over the fucking edge.

It takes every cell in his body to resist the urge of grabbing ur wrist, pulling u into the janitors closet and fucking you absolutely dumb and stupid.

You look so cute and innocent, like a little bunny. And god, you are just an easy target to corrupt.

So, Gojo plans a party. A party on the following Saturday after your lab is complete because he knows that you’ll be free.

His plan is to get you to come, keep you company, get you a little hammered, then get a feel of your pussy. Simple plan.

It’s now up to Geto to get you to come to this party. And of course, for his best friend, he’s 100% on board with his plan.

All goes well in the lab and in your final days of completing the report, Geto asked the big question.

“Satoru and I are throwing a party tomorrow. If you’re free, we’d love for you to come. You can bring anyone you want.”

You blush. Party? Your first party? Your brain breaks out in celebration because as much as you liked to spend your weekend relaxing, you also have a severe case of fomo. (Fear of missing out)

Your eyes lit up, saying yes on the spot in excitement. The following day, you went back to your dorm and tore your closet apart, looking for a nice dress. You settled for a blue, body con, summer dress. (despite it not being a party dress but who gives af bc it’s summer)

The next night, you got all dolled up for the party. You made arrangements with Geto to pick you up. He made it on time, looking handsome in his all black fit with his hair in a bun.

You were excited… for nothing.

There was a party (a lit one), but you realized a little too late that your social skills were next to non existent. The whole time, you felt out of place. So you stood in the corner, drink in hand and watched others dance and interact with each other.

“You don’t look like you’re having fun.”

You turn your head only to be faced with a bright blue eyed man, the one and only Gojo Satoru.

“I guess partying is not my thing.”

“Oh come on, come with me.”

He grabbed your hand and headed towards the beer pong table

You and Gojo were a team and surprisingly you two worked perfectly together

The alcohol in your system made you flush, and you found yourself loosening up a bit and having a bit of fun.

Gojo’s plan seemingly was rolling out perfectly. You were a bit drunk, so he took you back to his room to “sober up” (but it was just an excuse to get u alone so he can fuck u but u don’t know that)

Now listen, Gojo got rizz alright. So imagine the look on his face when he went in to kiss you and you slapped him so hard, his face turned the other way.

“I’m not some whore you can use for tonight. I was genuinely having a good time with you, I don’t know why you had to make it sexual.”

You felt like crying. Is this what all guys think about?? Sex?

You get off the bed and head towards the door before you’re pulled back and thrown on the bed

“Satoru, stop! I want to go home.”

And just like how you did with him, he slapped you. Much, much harder.

He didn’t say anything, he just had this look in his eyes that could honestly kill. He took a hold of your wrist with one hand and let his other roam and touch your body.

He pulled your dress up, revealing the lacy, white, underwear you wore. You were a teensy bit wet, not because of him but maybe the alcohol? Or his best friend?

You don’t know, but Gojo thought the wet spot was because of him.

“Tch, saying you don’t wanna hook up but you’re fucking wet f’me.”

He pulled you closer to the head board, reaching out to his night stand and pulling out,,,, cuffs?

“Wait wait wait wait!” You say in a panic. You squirm to get your wrist free but once you feel the metal snake around your wrists and the click afterwards, you were doomed.

Your dress was ripped off by him. Your panty was somewhere on the ground and he easily took off your bra by doing the same thing he did with your dress. You laid nude under him, against your will.

As you can imagine, the night went terribly for you. You weren’t a virgin but it had been a while since you had sex (all the way back in high school) and really it was your first time with someone so experienced.

The next morning, you woke up with him cuddling you from behind while his lanky legs were intertwined with yours

You somehow managed to escape his grip and sneak out of the house before anyone could notice. You did have work, but decided to call in because of… well for obvious reasons.

On Monday, you dreaded to go to school. But with midterms coming around the corner, you couldn’t afford to miss a lecture. You dressed in baggy clothes and took a different route to class to avoid Satoru.

The day was going alright until you had to go to the library to pick out a few books to help you on an assignment.

While you were reaching on your tippy toes, someone behind you grabbed the book which made you quickly turn around. Your eyes meet his bright, blue eyes.

“You’re avoiding me now?”

The anger that overcame you in that moment was indescribable. You wanted to scream at him, hit him, threaten him or somehow bring him down, but you couldn’t.

“Did I fuck you mute? Answer me.”

You took a deep breath in and said, “leave me alone”

“Why? What, you think you’re too good for me? That I don’t have enough worth to fuck you? Is that what it is?”

He grabbed your cheeks with one hand and squished them together, pushing you back against the bookshelf in the process. He was holding you so hard, you couldn’t move.

“Listen to me, you slut. Don’t get our roles mixed here. You’re literally a piece of shit next to me. You hold no value in this world. If you died, no one would even think twice about it because no one gives a flying fuck about you. You think you’re soooo fucking special or something. You think you’re too good for everyone. Well you’re not. You’re just a broke whore, with no friends, no family, no hobby— nothing.”

He roughly let’s go of your face that you nearly fall to the floor. You tried your best but couldn’t help but cry at his words. Gojo swings off his backpack, grabs a note package and hands it to you.

“This assignment is due tomorrow at noon. I haven’t gotten the chance to start it because of basketball. So you’re going to do it for me cause you’re a worthless, bunny that has nothing else to do after school hours. And before you think about handing in something stupid, take a look at this.”

He pulls out his phone and in a matter of 10 seconds, you felt your heart drop to the pit of your stomach.

A video. Of you. Getting fucked by the Gojo Satoru. It’s evident that you’re crying but it’s easy to cover it up with an “excuse”. Your face held a horrified expression.

“P-please, delete that! Please, I’ll do it but please just- just delete the video please!”

“No, not until that assignment is handed in and I have to get 100% on it. If it isn’t handed in or I don’t receive 100%, this will be leaked to everyone in a matter of minutes. I’ll post this shit everywhere with your full name on it, got it?”

You felt like crying and throwing up at the same time. This felt worse than a nightmare. This felt worse than dying even. “Okay, I’ll try my best but I don’t know if I can get-”

“If you don’t get 100 on this assignment, I’m leaking it. I don’t give a shit. I already showed Suguru— sick bastard got off to it, and I’m sure many more will too if you don’t score 100.”

He picks up his backpack and leaves while you stood in distraught. The following night, after work, you immediately started on his assignment. You saw the assignment date and it was assigned 3 weeks ago. He wants you to do 3 weeks of work in 15 hours.

Somehow, you pulled through the night. Researching the best you can on the internet and trying to make it as best as you possibly could. You were able to send him the file at 11:30am so he could skim through it and hand it in.

You ended up leaving early for the day so you could go home and get some sleep. When you woke up the next morning, your nearly dead phone kept ringing over and over.

You pick it up and see hundreds of notifications on various social media’s and a few iMessages

Your thumb clicked on one of the iMessage notifications and there was Satoru’s name with the following message:

“I told you, only 100%”

Below the message was an image of his mark

A 98%

You swipe off of iMessage and open Instagram and boom

Hundreds of new follower requests, numerous dms and clicking of Gojo Satoru’s story, was the video of him blowing your back.

You checked Snapchat and there it was on his story too. You wanted to die. You wanted to dig a hole and bury yourself alive than live another day in this situation.

Later that day, you had received an email from the dean’s office regarding a “very sensitive and confidential” meeting that would be taking place tomorrow.

You had an idea of what it might be about but hope and prayed to god that it wasn’t what you were thinking.

But to your luck, this meeting was regarding your sex tape and how there is no longer a spot for you on the dean’s list or team.

Your whole world was crumbling apart. You spent your whole life to get to where you are today, only for him to ruin it in a matter of 12 hours.

You left the building slowly, still deeply thinking about what you could’ve done to prevent this. How stupid you are to go to that party and slap the Gojo Satoru.

“Why is this happening to me?”

All of a sudden, everything goes black.

You wake up in a hospital. Your head felt heavy and your arms was twitching. You look around and see… no one. The nurse catches a glimpse of your eyes and quickly walks in to check on you.

She explains that you were in an accident and that they tried to get in contact with an emergency contact but you hadn’t stated anyone. You stayed at the hospital overnight so they can monitor your brain activity and fortunately they were able to discharge you the next morning.

You took the rest of the week off from school and Gojo Satoru was losing his mind. He had spammed called you from various numbers but you weren’t answering your phone at all. He went from his usual mean insults to angry insults to pleading for a response back.

He doesn’t see you until Monday, with a bandage around your head and your arm in a cast which is also in a sling. He nearly runs to you, wanting nothing but to embrace you.

And he does. Holds onto you tightly, inhaling your shampoo until you knee his in the balls.

He immediately drops down and you completely lose your cool. “Don’t fucking touch me! I hate you! You ruined my life! You’re not allowed to touch me after you forced me to have sex with you and shared the video with the entire campus! You got what you wanted Satoru! You stole everything from me! Broke my entire world, burned my hard work down! Made me feel worthless! And now you want to act all concerned?! I hope you rot in hell!”

You ended up going home for the day, otherwise another headache would’ve set in. You took a quick lap before getting up and getting ready for work because those hospital bills weren’t going to pay themselves.

You had the closing shift and although working with one hand was quite the challenge, you desperately needed the money.

After closing up, the walk to your apartment is about 10 minutes away. Everything was going fine until a car quickly pulled up next to you, two men sprung out and shoved you into the car before you even had the chance to react.

One of them had his hand over your mouth while the other held your legs together.

You were blindfolded and tied in the car and after a while the car came to a stop and you were carried out.

You were thrown on the floor and when the blindfold was removed, you were met with his eyes again.

You immediately started crying. You were afraid and quite frankly exhausted of everything that’s happened over the last week.

“Please. I’m sorry. Just let me go. I’ll never ever bother you again. I’m sorry.”

You plead and beg but you hear his belt unbuckling. “Please! Please, I beg you Satoru! I’m sorry! I can’t- I can’t do it again please!”

You were left unheard. He threw you on the bed and tied your limbs to the bed. One of your arms was already in extreme pain and the other arm was starting to hurt too because of how tightly he tied you.

Every ounce of hope drained from your body when you felt his cock push into you. He pushed your head into the mattress and fucked you hard, like there was no tomorrow. Your tears soaked the mattress. Sweat, tears and snot covering your puffing face.

Satoru went on for hours. Abs glistening in sweat, his arm veins popping out because of how hard he was holding you. Not to mention his cock was coated with loads of cum.

You were passed out by the time he finished with you. Your body shaking on its on, cum dripping out your cunt and marks/bruises left all over your soft skin.

Hopefully his bunny learned her lesson.

#tw: dark fic #tw: noncon #gojou satoru x you #gojo smut #jjk x reader #jjk gojo #jjk smut #bully!gojo #gojo satoru #gojo satoru smut

[fantasylandloser]

Orders

Paring: Rick Flag x Reader

Warnings: mention of imprisoned reader/ angry Rick/ injury to reader/ mentions of death/ lmk if you see anything else

Disclaimer: what is editing? what is a coherent plot? what is writing?

enjoy :)

***************

You weren’t known to disobey orders. Originally you had been trying to get as much time off your sentence as possible and did your best on missions, so that they would continuously use you. Without meaning to you became an invaluable asset to Waller, so much so that she granted you your freedom or at least her version of it. 

She demanded that you go on multiple missions with task force X. Waller also paraded your ‘redemption’ in front of any committee or anyone who had money or power she could use by her side. She made you wear a bracelet that dampened your powers, originally it had been a heavy piece of metal that hung around your neck like a collar before she switched to something more bearable. She also placed you under the eye of Rick Flag. Every mission he was on, you were there as well. His orders led you on and off the field. 

And usually, you followed them. It was easier that way. Usually. 

“You do not disobey a direct order!” Your face was heated from being publicly reprimanded, and the anger you were beginning to feel. You say nothing and avoid his heated gaze not wanting to lose control while your powers were still free. 

“You do not have the privilege of ignoring orders!” He reminded you, angrily. At his words, and the reminder that you were not truly free, you vaguely felt your control on your emotions slip but you continued to stand at attention.

“That’s cold.” Deadshot mutters to Harley, who he’d barely seen since their first mission together. 

“As ice.” Harley agreed. 

They are both surprised by the events of the mission. You’re usually the goody two shoes of the group. In another life you definitely would have been a soldier from the start, but tonight Flag was in danger and you risked the mission and your life to save him. Flag was furious and deadshot had a feeling it was less about the mission and more about you. 

“You listen to me! That’s your only job. That’s all you have to do! What you did tonight was idiotic!” You’re usually more stoic around the group, a measure you’ve taken to protect yourself but the more Rick lays into you the more visibly upset you become. 

It was no secret that you were one of if not the most powerful on the team. So when your eyes start to glow and then your hands, and second later you’re engulfed in the light your power causes, looking like you were about to explode, Deadshot thought it was time to intervene. 

“Your ass would be dead if she hadn’t disobeyed your orders, Flag. And the mission is complete, that's what matters right?” But Rick didn’t care, he couldn’t see past his own rage on what could have happened. 

Rick approaches you, bracelet in hand, the one that he’s the only one authorized to put on and take off. “We’ll talk about the consequences later.” You wordlessly offer him your wrist, that you only now realize is glowing, you focus just enough to get it to go away from that area so it doesn’t hurt him, even though he deserves it. 

'Am I dismissed?’ Is all you say once he’s done, obviously detaching yourself from him. He only nods which is good enough for you.

****

Most people would be happy to go home after a hard day at work and their boss being on their ass, but you lived with your boss. Something else you could thank Waller for.

The ride home was tense, where the two of you would usually debrief. And the house seemed to be even more silent. 

Rick found himself calming down but you were livid. Not that it truly mattered. You were basically just his prisoner, not his friend like you allowed yourself to believe. 

You carried your anger towards him for days. Unwilling to speak and trying to be as far as you were allowed to be away from him. Which was hard considering that the two of you did damn near everything together. 

“Are you really still mad?” Rick huffs, finally having enough when you sparred with someone else, leaving him with a new recruit. 

“No sir.” You say, which only infuriated Rick more. He’d never seen someone detach themself so politely. He really had no clue how you were ever a criminal. 

“Cut the bullshit.” He sighs, running a hand down his face.  “You’re my friend, talk to me.”

“Wrong. I’m your prisoner.” You correct. “Your employee, your slave, those are actually true.”

Rick's face turns dark. “You are not my slave.” 

“I’m not your friend either.” You retort. 

“We were friends a week ago.”

“Then you reminded me of my place. Thank you for that.” You’re sure that no amount of petty will hide how hurt you are. It still wouldn’t hurt to try.

“You disobeyed an order!” Came his booming voice, which you’re sure they heard outside his office. 

“To save your life. Don’t worry I won’t do it again. I learned my lesson.” Rick can’t help but sigh knowing that's not how he wanted the conversation to go.

*******

You did not learn your lesson. Rick stared at you intensely from his spot on the helicopter. Surprisingly he hadn’t said a word yet but you knew it was coming. It had barely been a week since you told him you wouldn’t do it again. During said week you have barely spoken to him, which led him to be nicer than usual because he wanted your friendship back. You were sure that was gone. 

When you and the rest of the squad lands, instead of talking to everyone like he usually does he calls your name gruffly. “My office. Now.” You can’t help the irritation and the slight pinch of dread you feel. Last week the consequences he’d given you were brutal workouts that left you sore for days. You still felt the effects of them and you weren’t in the mood for more.

Once the door was closed behind you, Flag slumped in his chair. He looked genuinely exhausted and you imagine he must be. You wait for him to speak, not wanting to escalate the situation further. 

“Sit down. I know you’re tired.” It’s a trap. You do so hesitantly. 

Rick can’t help the sigh that escaped his lips. He can’t help the fact that he’s exasperated and he doesn’t truly know why. Any leader would be happy to know that the soldiers that stood behind him were willing to die to protect him. And maybe once he could remember feeling that way, but he could also remember being more proud to get them home safely .

 Rick stares at you for a good two minutes without breaking eye contact, before glancing at the clock on the wall. “Do you have something you want to say?” He asks you. Definitely a trap. 

“It’s my job to protect you, sir.”The formality you tack on at the end let’s Rick know how you’re going to try to play this conversation. 

“It is your job to listen to me.” He corrects, which you have to refrain from rolling your eyes at. 

“It’s your job to try to get everyone home in one piece. Including yourself. Also, asshole if you die where the fuck do I go?” You ask, frustratedly scoffing at the look of realization on his face. “When you get over your death wish then I’ll start to listen to you again.”

Rick falls silent again as he thinks over your words. “Am I dismissed?” You ask, the tone of your voice conveying your anger. But you also urgently needed to get away from him. 

“No.” He answers, ignoring your huff of frustration. “Do you have anything else you want to say to me?” 

“You wouldn’t want to hear anything I have to say to you.” Your disregard for respect is noted, but at the moment it’s not what he’s concerned about. 

“You’re hurt.” He says finally, watching as shame creeps up on your face. “What reason do you have for not reporting your injuries?” He asked blankly, his southern drawl making him sound less upset than he was, but you knew better. 

Rick watched surprise take over your face at the fact that he knew. “It’s not that bad.” You tell him. That was a lie though, and the only reason you hadn’t said anything is because you didn’t want to give him anymore reason to be mad over you ignoring his orders. Also you would be pissed to hear I told you so. 

Rick sighs, he‘s exhausted, angry, worried and frustrated and the last thing he feels like dealing with is you lying to his face.

Without another word, he stands from his seat. He’s not in the mood to argue, especially when you’re clearly wrong. When he kneels in front of you, you blanch a little  unsure of what he’s doing when he takes out his pocket knife. 

He makes quick work of cutting your suit to see the affected area. You start to protest but it dies on your lips when he glares at you, leaving you unaware of the pout that settles there instead. You wince once you see the bruised area that leaves your skin discolored. It looks worse than you thought it would. 

“That’s definitely broken.” He states. He presses softly against the bruise, eliciting a hiss from you. You hear him mutter under his breath ‘not that bad’ mockingly. 

Even though you know you shouldn’t say anything and you’re not in the position too you can’t help yourself. “You know a little gratitude wouldn’t hurt.” And because you’re a pain in the ass you add, “Even if I’m just your prisoner.” 

The look he flashes you is bordering deadly. “You want me to thank you for the stupid shit you keep pulling in the field.” You squint at him defiantly, adrenaline still crashing through your veins from the events because you shouldn’t even have the energy to argue with him, but you do. 

“The stupid shit that saved your life? Yeah.” Rick is astonished by your insubordination, it’s new and most likely a product of you being frustrated by your circumstances. He laughs a little, obviously pissed.

You’re surprised when he grips your jaw in one hand and pulls your face closer to him. “I’m only gonna say this once, and you’re gonna listen since you’re so convinced that I own you. “ He speaks slowly. “There are a thousand men just like me. They were trained the same, they think the same, they live the same life as me. There is only one you.” Rick takes in the way your eyes are almost bambi like and basically a window into your naivety trying to avert your gaze. He knows you hate to hear it. You hate being told how special you are, you don’t believe it. 

“Look at me.” You do.He's still holding your jaw, but his grip is softer now and you could pull away, but you don’t.

“Nobody out there is like you. Nobody. And you could really change the world when you get out of this mess, for good. Stop trying to save me all the time. I can take care of myself.” You purse your lips knowing that if it came down to it again you would do the same. He knows that.

“Sir, yes sir.” You say jokingly, your smile wobbly and your eyes wet. “Your best pep talk yet.” You inform him. 

He grins at you exasperated, but willing to let it go. 

“Let’s go to the med bay, before you pass out.” 

#rick flag #suicide squad #rick flag x reader #fantasylandloserfic

[mrs-santoss]

Are you jealous, Ney? - Neymar Imagine

Summary:

Heyy i saw that ur requests were open and i really liked ur other imagines so could u please write something with jealous ney like the reader and kylian(or anyone)got close since they started dating and one day they were just hanging out and kylian gets too close so ney gets jelous or smth plssss

It was a big change for me to move to Paris with Neymar and change my lifestyle completely. But since my job is mostly remote, I decided to move with the love of my life and support him on his journey. I knew a long-distance relationship wouldn't last for me, so I didn't want to risk breaking up with Neymar. We are an extremely happy and understanding couple; that's what makes us special.

Before Neymar and I moved to Paris, we looked for apartments or houses to rent or purchase. We found a perfect big apartment with enough rooms for me to create my own office. Neymar made sure everything was perfect, so I wouldn't miss anything at work. He felt some sort of responsibility to make me comfortable since I'm the one moving to a different country for him, even though I wouldn't want him to feel this way at all.

I'm working on my latest project at work when I get a call from Ney saying he's bringing a few guys from the team over to hang out. I ask if he wants me to prepare some food or anything, but he's got it all covered.

I'm not in my best-looking state, but I'm not too bad either. I'm wearing a sweater and shorts, dark blue set with some light makeup and my hair up in a bun. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I go to open the door, greeting Neymar first.

"Hi, bebê. How was training?" I ask him and give him a quick kiss on the lips, he squeezes my waist lightly.

"Hi, meu amor. It was good. Let me introduce you to everyone. This is Kylian and Thiago. I invited a few more guys, but they couldn't make it." he says to me as the guys come inside and remove their shoes. We have a shoes-off policy because of me, I hate the idea of dirty shoes on the couch.

Everyone greets me and says hi. Kylian gives me a quick hug, and follows the other guys to the living room as I shut the door. I follow Neymar and I grab his food bags from his hands.

"I will prepare everything, anjo. You sit with the guys." I say to him, he hesitates first but gives in and kisses my forehead.

I'm in the kitchen making some drinks for the guys and one for myself because why not, and put the ordered food on the plates. I go to the living room where the guys were taking turns playing Fifa. Kylian and Thiago were sitting on the big couch, Neymar was sitting on an arm chair, I place the food on the table and sit next to Neymar on the arm of the arm chair. He gives me a side hug and kisses my shoulder. Kylian and Thiago were playing against each other, while Neymar is waiting his turn.

"How's work going, bebê? Are you done for today? he asks me, while snacking on some chips.

"Yeah, Ney. I have a few things let unfinished but I will deal with them tomorrow." I say back to him.

"Okay, amor. Don't get too stressed out about work." he says to me giving me another quick kiss on my shoulder since he can't reach my face since I'm sitting on a higher level.

Thiago beats Kylian on the game, and now is Neymar's turn with Thiago. Kylian offers Neymar his seat so he has a better view of the TV, and Kylian sits on his place next to me.

Neymar's POV:

I switched seats with Kylian so I can focus on the game more. After a few minutes of playing, I hears laughs coming from Y/N's and Kylian's direction, they were chatting together about different stuff. Usually, I'm not the jealous type, but I hate it when someone else makes my girlfriend laugh. I don't want to make it a big deal, I mean they're having fun as friends. I feel some sort of responsibility that she had to leave her friends behind to move to Paris with me.

Kylian reaches out to grab some food, and the arm chair almost drops on Y/N's side due to the unbalanced weight. He quickly grabs her by the waist and pulls her so she doesn't fall.

"Oh, my god, I'm sorry. Are you okay? he says to her. Y/N confirms she is okay, and they both start laughing finding it funny.

I decide to ditch the game and let Thiago beat me. I feel this rush of jealousy over my body. I quickly stand up.

"Kylian, you can continue playing, I lost the game." I say to him coldly.

"Okay, bro. In a second! I want to finish this food first." he says casually to me not even looking at me, still making jokes with Y/N, my girlfriend.

"Sure! No rush." I say to him and I sit back next to Thiago, I pull out my phone pretending to scroll through different apps, but still looking at them through my peripheral vision.

Y/N is telling him an embarrasing story from her high school days, and Kylian laughs, touching her shoulder slightly.

"Hahaha, oh, god, I didn't realize you were also funny and not just pretty." he says to her as if he forgot she's my girlfriend, MINE.

That was it for me. I wanted to make that stop. So I stood up quickly. And walked over to them.

"Hey, amor. Can I have a word with you in the kitchen?" I say to her coldly.

"Yeah, sure, bebê." she stands up quickly and follows me to the kitchen."What's up, Ney?"

"Why are you not working right now?" I ask her blankly, I can tell she's taken back from my words.

"Um... What do you mean, bebê? she asks me confused. "Do you not want me to hang out with you guys?"

"Of course, I want you to hang out with us, but I want you to sit next to me." I say to her, and I feel a little weird saying it out loud. We never had these conversations about jealousy before.

She pauses for a moment, processing my words. And suddenly, she starts smiling. I don't know why she's smiling, I certainly don't find it funny AT ALL.

"Bebê... are you jealous?" she asks, as if she's reading my mind.

"What?! No, I'm not? Why would you think that?" I ask, not sure what to say next.

"Hahaha, yes you are, Ney." she says to me and grabs my, cheeks pinching them, and kisses my lips softly. Oh, god, how does she manage to make me smile through everything?

"Okay... maybe a little. I don't like this feeling. You are MINE." I say, as i grap her by the waist and pull her close to me crashing my lips into her.

"You don't have to be jealous, meu amor. I'm only trying to make new friends. I don't think Kylian there is flirting with me either." she says to me.

"Maybe, but, I still don't like it. I'm the only one who can make you laugh like that." I say to her, she starts grinning. "You're the only one who can also make me scream." she says while winking at me. I kiss her passionately, and run my hands down to her butt, squeezing it slightly.

"That's for sure, bebê." I can't wait for those idiots to leave so I can make her scream my name.

#neymar masterlist #neymar #neymar x reader #neymar imagines #neymar imagine #mbappe x reader #mbappe imagine #masterlist #football masterlist #neymar jr fanfiction #fanfiction #football imagine #football imagines #imagines #thiago silva imagine

[deathmetalunicorn1]

HELLO! How are you? Anyways. Can I request a Genya!Reader? And maybe the gods and humans reaction to Genya!Reader and his brother Sanemi and his past, and like how he eats demons to gain his strength. Maybe his backstory and how he died and stuff. Please and thank you! ❤

-You don’t do crowds or teamwork, unless it’s with your mentor, Gyomei, you prefer to work on your own, relying on nobody but you and your trusty gun, your tool to take on demons instead of the more traditional bladed weapons.

-You weren’t afraid of change, of advancing, times were changing, and demons were growing stronger, so you believed it was time to fight power with power.

-You would eat pieces of demons, usually fingers, to gain their power, to give yourself an edge. You didn’t care about the risks involved, all you cared about was defeating the demons, no matter what the means.

-The other fighters in Ragnarok were a bit thrown off by your gruff nature, your unwillingness to play ‘team’ with them, all you cared about was your upcoming match. You rejected all offers of joining meals from everyone, even Kojiro, whom you knew and respected, but still refused.

-Adam was concerned about you, seeing your aversion to joining the other fighters, as you all had the same goal, saving humanity. It was nothing new for you, you lived and died saving others, fighting demons, so fighting a god wasn’t going to be a big surprise to you.

-Kojiro sighed softly, looking towards the door you had just exited out of before a voice spoke up, “Where’s Y/N?” attention all turned to a similar looking man, with facial scars and white hair, your elder brother, Sanemi.

-Kojiro told him where you had headed off to and he went off to go and find you, as he didn’t want to lose you again, wanting to be the big brother he’s always been for you.

-After inquiring with Brunnhilde, she told the other fighters for humanity about your past, both you and Sanemi, how your mother was turned into a demon and killed all your siblings, nearly killing you and Sanemi as well, before Sanemi was able to kill her. You didn’t know at the time of her death that she was a demon, not understanding why your big brother killed your mother, cursing him and telling him that you hated him.

-As you grew, you both became Demon Slayers, with only Sanemi becoming a Hashira, and you grew in power by eating pieces of demons, losing your life in the end, reconciling with your brother as you died.

-The two of you were reunited in Valhalla, the two of you having a proper apology, in the form of a fist fight at first, then hugging each other as you both bawled loudly. Ubuyashiki spent almost an hour calming the both of you down.

-Brunnhilde then told them your secret, that you treated others harshly to keep them at an arm’s distance, not wanting o get close to them, not wanting to lose them too. You were protecting your heart from more pain by acting so harshly.

-They then found another secret out about you; you and your brother were weak with women! When Sanemi brought you back into the waiting room, Brunnhilde approached the both of you and you were both immediately red faced, looking away from her. For a pair of tough guys, you were both quite adorable.

-Your opponent was quick to underestimate you, which pissed you off, before you inhaled deeply, remembering your mentor’s teachings, to keep a calm head, as a hot head would lead to mistakes.

-Sanemi cheered for you, shouting out pointers, but after you got hit after taking his advice you shouted up at him, “Stop helping!!” Sanemi got pissed off, biting back, “If you followed my instructions you would have hit him!” you flipped him off, shouting at him and the fight was put on pause as Gyomei had to hold Sanemi back as the two of you shouted at each other like vicious cats.

-You were going to win, because your big brother had a knuckle sandwich with his name on it.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #genya #sanemi #ror kojiro sasaki #ror brunhilde

[juminsamore]

Mr. Responsible

Reader is she/her.  I’ll put the translations at the end.

THE GRIP HE HAS ON ME...WOOF WOOF

a bit angsty, mention of injury 

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Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099, found himself intrigued by a new recruit named Y/N. She was everything he wasn't—outgoing, impulsive, and full of energy. Miguel couldn't deny the sparks that flew whenever they interacted, but their contrasting personalities often led to fiery arguments.

One sunny afternoon, Y/N was zipping around the HQ, engaging in a friendly competition with another recruit. Miguel watched from a distance, admiring her fearlessness. As she triumphantly celebrated her victory, Y/N spotted Miguel leaning against a wall, observing her with a smirk.

"You see that, Miguel? That's how a real Spider handles business," Y/N boasted, playfully jabbing at him.

Miguel raised an eyebrow. "Sure, if you call reckless behavior and endangering innocent lives 'handling business.'"

Y/N's grin faltered, her playful expression morphing into irritation. "Hey, I get the job done, don't I?

Miguel sighed. "It's not just about getting the job done. We have a responsibility to protect people, and that means using our powers wisely and responsibly."

Y/N crossed her arms, her face defiant. "Oh, here we go with your lectures again, Mr. Responsible."

Miguel's eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with frustration. "Someone has to be responsible around here. It's not all fun and games."

Their bickering continued throughout the week, but beneath their arguments, something deeper began to blossom. Despite their constant clashes, Miguel couldn't deny the growing admiration he felt for Y/N's fearlessness. And Y/N, in her own way, began to appreciate Miguel's dedication to keeping everyone safe.

One evening, after yet another heated debate, Y/N stormed out of the main control room, frustration etched across her face. Miguel followed, catching up to her in the hallway.

"Y/N, espera!" he called out, his voice laced with concern.

Y/N halted, her back to Miguel, her shoulders tense. "What, Miguel? More lectures? I don't need your constant nagging."

Miguel sighed, taking a step closer. "Dios mio,It's not about nagging. I just worry about you, okay? You take unnecessary risks, and it scares me."

Y/N turned around, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I can take care of myself, you know. I don't need you to hold my hand."

Miguel's voice softened. "I know you're capable, Y/N. But we're a team, and we look out for each other. Solo prometeme, you'll be careful."

Y/N looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. "I promise."

Days passed, and Y/N couldn't shake the uneasiness growing inside her. She had gone on a solo mission, determined to prove her independence. However, the mission took an unexpected turn, leaving Y/N injured and struggling to conceal her pain.

Back at the HQ, Miguel noticed the worry etched on his teammates' faces. He felt a pang of guilt, realizing Y/N was missing. His anxiety reached its peak, and he raced to find her. He discovered her hunched over in the infirmary, clutching her injured side.

"Y/N!" Miguel exclaimed, rushing to her side. "Que paso? Why didn't you tell anyone?"

Y/N's eyes glistened with tears. "I didn't want you to say 'I told you so.' I didn't want to let you down."

Miguel's heart ached as he gently touched her face. "Y/N, I care about you. I don't want you to get hurt. But when you're hurt, I want to be there for you. We're in this together."

Y/N looked up at him, her defenses crumbling. "I'm sorry, Miguel. I shouldn't have kept it a secret. I was scared."

Miguel pulled her into a comforting embrace. "I understand, Y/N. Let's focus on healing now. And next time, let's face our fears together." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dios mio: My god espera: wait prometeme: promise me que paso: what happened?

#miguel spiderverse #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel ohara x reader #x reader #miguel x reader #spiderverse x reader #miguel o'hara x you #miguel o'hara x yn

[madman479r]

This was it. For decades Jaune had longed for this moment, the time he would finally leave the Ever After and return home.

It honestly seemed sureal. Every now and then, Jaune feared he would awaken and be back in his cabin, ready to start a new day of keeping the Paper Pleasers safe and failing to find a way back to Remnant.

But no such soul crushing reality came.

He... he was really going home.

Jaune watched as team RWBY stepped through the portal and made to follow them until the voice of the Blacksmith stopped him.

"One last thing, Knight." Jaune turned as the Blacksmith came towards him, her larger form towering over him, but not in a form of intimidation.

"The Tree watched over you, saw what you did, how you put your own life at risk to save the Afterans. Such nobility, such heroism." Despite the Blacksmith's encouraging words, Jaune only frowned in disagreement.

"Nobility? Heroism? No. I was selfish, I forced the Paper Pleasers to live in such frail bodies. I played the hero just for the rush, the feeling of being the hero because I could never be one back home." Jaune was no hero. He was, and always will be a fraud.

The Blacksmith only shook her head. "You thought you were saving the Paper Pleasers because you come from a world where death is the end with no new beginning. You became a hero because that's what the Afterans needed. For all you've done, the Tree has decided to repay you."

Now Jaune was confused. "What do you mean "repay me"? I already have my youth back and I'm going home. What more could I need?"

"The gift of youth was from Alyx. The Tree has her own gift for you, she sees potential within you. The same potential your partner saw. Untapped power."

Jaune nearly choked. "Pyrrha?" What was she talking about? What did Pyrrha see in him? What untapped power?

"This gift will be given to you when the time is right. The unlocking of your true potential."

Now Jaune was baffled, but figured it was another Ever After strangeness he had come to expect. With a grateful nod, Jaune bid farewell and left through the portal.

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Jaune gritted his teeth as his shield took the brunt of Cinder's fireball, the force of the blast pushing him back a few feet but he remained standing.

Damnit, this was bad! He and Winter were on patrol in Vacuo, having received a mission about a few bandits attacking a settlement. That's where they met Carmine and Bertilak, a pair of veteran hunters and members of The Crown.

The Huntsman and Winter Maiden then found themselves ambushed by a new ally to the Crown, Cinder.

Winter was currently occupied with fighting off the veteran hunters, their combined skills and coordination giving the magic wielder a challenge, leaving Juane to fight Cinder alone.

Cinder smirked smugly, fire dancing in the palm of her hand, though she also had a twinge of respect in her eye. "I must admit, you certainly have gotten stronger, a better warrior altogether in such a short time. But it's still nothing compared to the power of a Maiden." Cinder then aimed her hand at Jaune and shot forward a wave of fire, completely engulfing Jaune.

Jaune put his shield up for protection but the fire came over him like water, simply crawling over the shield and directly into him. He felt the intense heat all over, his Aura working overtime to try and keep him safe but even his Aura had limits. His vision was becoming blurry, black spots clouding his eyes and he felt his body losing strength.

This was it. He was going to die. At the hands of Cinder no less.

It was a shame, he never got to avenge Pyrrha or Penny's deaths. Now he could at least join them in the after life.

But a voice called to him, one he never expected to hear again.

"This gift will be given to you when the time is right. The unlocking of your true potential."

And then Jaune saw a bright, blinding light.

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Cinder felt satisfaction killing the annoying knight. He had been a bigger thorn in her side then she ever thought he'd be. Especially when he denied her the Winter Maiden powers, but she'd have that power soon anyway.

Though she did feel a little disappointed, he didn't even give an scream of anguish in his final, fiery moments. Maybe she shouldn't have done it too hot, it completely evaporated him before he could even feel any pain.

Cinder's eye then widened in pure shock as a golden pillar of pure aura came from the flames, where the fraud stood in the blaze of heat.

Cinder was too focused on the sight, not noticing how the Schnee, Carmine and her partner also stopped in the middle of their fight to see the light.

Her fire vanished yet the pillar remained and a silhouette stood in the centre. The light then disappeared and the silhouette became clear.

It was a tall, and powerful looking Knight with rusty armour, complete with a helmet that showed only two glowing blue eyes in the darkness of the visor.

Cinder stood in disbelief. What... what was this? Was this the fool? What was that light?! What was this?!

The Knight, with Aura practically flowing out from his body, took a step forward and readied himself for a fight.

Cinder growled in frustrated rage. Why wouldn't this idiot just die?!

"Come on." Cinder used her magic to hover in the air before shooting at the Knight like a javelin. "What now?!" She screamed and shot her hand forward, directly into the helmet as a fireball formed, exploding on impact. The explosion was powerful enough to send dust, rocks and debris flying away, even the other combatants were pushed back slightly.

When the smoke cleared, Cinder expected to see a smoldering, melted mesh of metal and flesh but her heart dropped when the smoke parted, revealing the fraud to still be standing without so much as a scratch!

Cinder looked up and saw the blue glowing eyes glaring down at her, making her feel like the weak, helpless child she once was all those years ago.

Before Cinder realised what was going on, Jaune pulled back his fist and delivered a devastating haymaker right to Cinder's cheek!

The blow sent Cinder to the sandy ground, the force behind the punch made her bounce up only inches from the sand the before falling to the ground again. Cinder lay there dazed as her head shook, her eyes came unfocused and her ears rung, her disoriented mind needing a second to register the pain, only then did she also taste the bitter iron taste of blood in her mouth.

Jaune looked at his own hand, seeing the familiar rusted armour now in place. He could feel strength unlike anything he felt before coursing through his body, through his skin, his muscles, his veins and bones. He also saw what looked like gold vapor coming from all around his form. Was that his Aura, was it literally pouring out of him?

"Huh. Thanks, Tree. That gift came in handy, and not a moment too soon." Jaune clenched his fist again as he finished admiring himself before focusing on Cinder again. His determination saphire eyes meeting her bewildered and angry fiery eyes.

"Alright. Now the real fight starts." Jaune, the Rusted Knight said and launched himself at Cinder.

#rwby #jaune arc #cinder fall #winter schnee #inspired by orange piccolo scene #Rusted Knight #blacksmith #rwby blacksmith

[matan4il]

Buddie 516 meta

I just loved that this ep was full of parallels which pointed out how someone can be another person’s father even without being biologically related to them, it’s all about the care, protectiveness and willingness to risk everything to save their kid. That was Bobby in this ep, wanting to go all protective over May when Claudette was giving her a hard time at dispatch, just like Buck was ready to go feral when he thought the camp might not be good for Chris in 318. Then we had Bobby willing to throw his life away to save May, just as Buck did when he jumped from the firetruck into the water during a tsunami to save Chris at the end of 302. I know it’s almost redundant to say, “Buck is Christopher’s dad” at this point, but he really is, and that even an ep without Chris highlights this is just a whole different level of insane.

~~~

BATTLEFIELD BOYFRIENDS RIDE AGAIN! That’s it, that’s the tweet. WE HAVE OUR BATTLEFIELD BOYFRIENDS BACK. No, wait, THEY have THEIR BATTLEFIELD BOYFRIENDS BACK. Being perfectly in sync, with zero personal space, having each other’s back in the face of the greatest of dangers. And all is right with the world again! *hearts* ~~~

I loved Linda noticing that Eddie isn’t truly happy at dispatch and being encouraging of him going back to what he’s meant to do. We’re slowly coming full circle, Buck telling Eddie in 406 that the universe is screaming at him, Carla telling Eddie in 413 to make sure he’s following his own heart and now Linda telling him that God has spoken. Eddie has found his place again, he didn’t deny her words, he simply smiled happily and ran right to where he belonged, by Buck’s side.

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I have to admit, when Josh and Carson were awkwardly flirting, I was already smiling so much, because I just knew this was going to lead to the scene we did get, the one I ended up giffing here. Gay love enabled Buddie to work together as seamlessly as always, despite how long it’s been since they were last partnered up and since it’s been MONTHS since Eddie actually worked as a firefighter, and gay love is how they could locate Carson, it was thanks to Josh’s crush on him. 911 looked us all right in the eyes and said, “Yep. Gay love saves the day.” Oh, but I especially loved that after I clocked that, we even got a scene of Eddie encouraging Josh to go after Carson, I mean how is this real? Josh could have had that conversation with Linda or Sue, it didn’t have to be Eddie himself, but this show really took one look at this repressed man and intentionally juxtapositioned him with yet another queer man who’s at the moment too scared to admit to himself who he truly wants and go after it. ~~~

I loved that even though Bobby initially teamed up Lucy with Buck, the second it’s clear to him that things are worse than they previously looked, he teamed Buddie right back up. Oh, is Eddie not actually an active firefighter? Is it probably against strict regulations to use him on a scene where he’s one of the vics? Bobby doesn’t care. He needs his team to do their best, and that means Buck needs Eddie with him. It’s just a law of nature at this point. ~~~

I mentioned that Buck was paralleled with Bobby as parents who are willing to put their lives on the line for their kids, but there’s one more parallel in this ep when it comes to him. Remember how Buck has always been willing to risk himself to save Eddie? Like during the shooting in 414 or when Hen chided Buck in 315 that if they let him go down to get Eddie, they’ll just end up with two cut lines? So just consider how Josh wanted to go help find Carson despite not having any of the needed experience or training, simply because he was romantically driven to… ~~~

Speaking of Josh/Carson being Buddie-adjacent in this ep, it was impossible to miss how even when injured, Carson still felt the need to comment on his rescuers’ obvious chemistry, telling them, “You guys should take this act on the road.” I just wanna point out, it was Buck who was babbling, the show could have had Carson be sassy at him specifically, but nope, we got yet another comment about Buddie as a pair. And much like with TK in the LS crossover ep, it seems Buck and Eddie simply can’t cross paths with a gay guy without 911 giving Buddie fans a small wink… ~~~

I loved this ep’s theme of fixing all of these different things that have gone wrong in the past: Bobby got to have a fix with May when he couldn’t save his own kids in the fire, Chim got to save Albert after he couldn’t do anything for Kevin, Josh (who used to be so trusting in s3 but was abused by a man who was supposed to be a romantic date and turned out to be a creep) came across a guy who at first seemed shifty but then turned out to be really sweet and sorta crushing on Josh, the 118 got to repay Bobby for his leadership and for turning them into a team (Chim even says as much explicitly), and that was a fix in itself for the way that the team came apart in 5a with Chim and Eddie leaving. But that also includes a particular fix, since Chim had already returned to the team, this was also specifically Eddie getting to return to his family. He made a mistake in 510, he quit instead of communicating with his son or figuring out his own trauma that led him to this move, and now that he’s spent much needed time opening up to Buck and going to therapy, he gets to smile at Linda and run to his family, taking his natural place among them. This is especially heightened by the musical choice playing while Bobby is pulled out from the rubble, when the team works together. It’s not just about all of them as a group, it’s also about Eddie’s story. In 315 we heard the song “Carry You” playing out as he was realizing he has a new family to fight and always return to, and in 516, he got to do precisely that. ~~~

Speaking of the Bobby and May rescue, we get a beautiful shot of just the original team hugging right after Bobby is pulled out, because THAT is the real family they chose. And we get another gorgeous shot when the 118 walk together at the end of the rescue, Buck and Eddie on either side of Bobby, holding him up, May there as well, a true family in every sense (Lucy being separated from the rest of he firefighters by May not only leaves Lucy on the farthest end, it also makes her seem like the only one who’s not quite a part of the team). And Taylor? She’s on the other side completely looking at them, a reversal of how Eddie was on the outside looking in during the pub scene in 511. But while Linda is also on the outside, we get a clear close up of her looking at the team, smiling. She knows these people belong together. She’s where she’s supposed to be, and she truly cares about Eddie’s well-being and happiness, so Linda can be supportive from the outside, she can bask in the team’s closeness and joy about being together, rather than take issue with it.

Taylor, who’s right next to her, is looking at the 118 as well, we don’t get a close up of her, which somewhat obscures her expression. To whatever degree I could close in on it, it remained pretty ambiguous and open to interpretation. Was Taylor trying to smile, or did she stretch her mouth in sarcastic displeasure? It’s not quite clear. But the contrast with Linda’s evident joy says something about how threatened Taylor is by Buck obviously belonging with a group of people she has no real place with. This happens even before she sees Buck and Lucy talking.

When she does spot them, I don’t think Taylor realizes it’s Lucy who Buck kissed, I think she’s simply threatened because of the heteronormative concept which believes men and women can’t be just friends. Couple that up with how Taylor is aware of the 118’s meaning to Buck and boom, you get classic jealousy. TBH, when Taylor approached Lucy and started talking to her about how important the team is to Buck, implying Taylor thinks Buck is most likely to find his true romantic partner in one of his family members, all my brain could do was scream, “Eddie!” Because Taylor is spelling it all out! She’s threatened by the idea of someone who Buck might find attractive and who also works in great (and intense) proximity with him. We already know, thanks to the introduction scene in 201 and the whole “He’s so cute” mix up in 206 that Buck DOES find Eddie attractive. The show is literally making Buck’s gf feel threatened because of a combo that most truly applies to Eddie out of anyone who’s ever crossed Buck’s path. But if that’s not enough, while Taylor was being awful to Lucy (and to Buck, insinuating that if Taylor loses her bf, she will cause trouble for him with his colleagues/FAMILY), in the background we see Buck noticing that those two are talking to each other. Now, at the end of 514 we already had this slight hint of panic from Buck at Taylor merely mentioning Lucy’s name. So we know he’s scared about this exact scenario! But does he go over to see what’s going on and try to do some damage control if need be? Nope. Because he’s next to Eddie, talking to his husband after finally being together in the field again, and that just matters more. IDK what to say, other than that we’ve been shown repeatedly during all of s5 how much more Eddie matters to Buck than the man’s own gf does, but this scene literally spelled it out. Buddie canon when, Tim?

~~~ Thank you to the lovely @whosoldherout​ and @judsonryder​ for the help with the gorgeous gifs! And thank you to anyone who reads this. Any show of support, any sharing of this post so others can see it as well, is very much appreciated! xoxox

#buddie #911meta #buddie meta #911 meta #9-1-1 #evan buckley #eddie diaz #911 spoilers #buddie gif #buddie gifs #buddieedit #911edit #911 gif #911gif #911gifs #wm #911onabc #911 on abc #911abc #911 abc

[mangoshorthand]

Before A Fall [Five Hargreeves x F Reader]. Ch 3 (Hard Feelings Part 2)

SUMMARY: As your life begins to grow around Five's, his attitude becomes a little sinister. When does protection become suffocation and when does taking matters into your own hands become betrayal? (weekly updates) Chapter One - Chapter Two - Chapter Three - Chapter Four - Chapter Five - Chapter Six - Chapter Seven - Chapter Eight - Chapter Nine - Chapter Ten - Chapter Eleven - Chapter Twelve

An overheard conversation causes a fight and a visit to Santi's school ends in a sinister suspicion.

Fashy Five below. Proceed at your own risk

Chapter 3: Übermensch

It’s been a long day at work. After lunch with your best friend, you returned to the office to find everyone panicking: one of your firm’s biggest clients unexpectedly decided to jump ship and your boss, Joe, was on the prowl, looking for someone to blame.

When he seemed primed to blame one of your subordinates (who had only worked on a single project with them), you stepped in to defend her. 

In pointing out that there were many compound reasons (mostly unrelated to your team) for the client to not renew their contract, it naturally became your fault according to Joe for approaching the issue by ‘bringing problems rather than solutions’. 

So when you come in from work that night, frustrated and stressed, all you want is a cuddle and a head massage. You kick off your heels in the hallway and head in the direction of Five’s voice, issuing from the living room. “-not worth you being upset about.” “But they’re mean!” “And I’m telling you: what they think shouldn’t matter to you.” Santi sounds upset. You lurk in the entrance hall, not wanting to break in on this. Even with all the stress of this afternoon, you’ve kept thinking about his sad little voice this morning. You think maybe a talk with his uncle is just what he needs. “There will always be mean people. Has it occurred to you that they’re mean because they’re jealous? Maybe part of them knows you’re special and they’re not. Don’t let them push you around. Fight back, kick the crap out of them.” You’d been intending to head up to the attic and wait for Five there, but this and the timbre of Five’s voice gives you pause. “I don’t have nobody to play with.”

Santi’s voice sounds small. Five sighs, “Well, I’m not going to lie to you, little man. Ours is a lonely life. We’re not like other people.” “…I’m like Alyssa.” A short silence follows. “Sure, Alyssa’s a nice friend," Five answers slowly, "But she’s not on our level. None of them are.” You lean into the door frame, hand against ornately carved dark wood. You can just picture him as he says it. Leaned back in an armchair by the fire, legs crossed. His ‘man-to-man’ tone is particularly off-putting. It’s as if he’s about to offer Santi a cigar and a glass of cognac. “Huh?” “The problem with having our gifts, Santi? They set us apart from other people. We’re stronger, we’re faster. We’re exceptional.”

The word niggles at you, ringing tiny alarm bells. Maybe he’s just phrased it poorly? “What does esseptional mean?” Santi asks. “Exceptional: Extraordinary. Above and beyond normal people. We can do things they can’t do, have lives they could never dream of. We’re just better than them.” There’s a pause now. This is more than poor phrasing. You feel like you should stop this, but there’s just a void where the volition to act might be; to hear the man you love speaking like this…and to a child? It’s chilling. It sends a little rush of anger into your chest, a little spike of adrenaline.

When Five’s voice drifts to you again, he’s contemplative. “Y’know Santi- it could be we’re the next stage. For humans, I mean. But for now it means that we have a lot of responsibility and a lot of burdens to bear.”

You find you share a certain telepathy with Klaus, and today is no different. He’s sensed your mood. So far, your quietness has fallen under Five’s radar, occupied as he is with Santi. For now, it’s just nice to have another adult around to act as a buffer between you. This adult in particular is especially welcome: his personality can fill the absence of at least three others. Tonight, he’s more than usually voluble, perhaps in a deliberate attempt to shield you. Now, he encourages Santi to play with his pad thai. As Five struggles to restore some semblance of table manners, Klaus forms a couple of noodles into a second mustache and pulls a face at him. “Don’t listen to him Santi, he’s trying to stifle our creativity!”

“Yeah Uncle Five, don’t stifle us!” Santi giggles, wearing a shrimp as a nose ring. Klaus looks over at you, in the hope of extorting a smile. You give him one. In that small, but expressive moment, a small conversation passes between you. Feeling better?No, but thanks for this. Removing the shrimp, Five says: “If Mommy comes home to find Santi eating like this then it will be Uncle Five’s balls she puts in a vice, so I’d thank you not to do that.” Santi laughs more at the word balls.

Once Santi is in bed, Klaus makes himself deliberately scarce, sensing a discussion is needed between you even when Five doesn’t. He announces his intent to retire to his studio with odd ceremoniousness, letting you know that the floor is yours before he leaves you and Five alone in the living room. Five himself sits in one of the leather armchairs by the fireplace, holding a glass of scotch in his fireside hand. He looks exactly as you’d imagined him in the overheard conversation, lounging with legs crossed. You're sat on the far couch, almost as far away as the room can divide you. He doesn’t notice your eyes boring into the back of his head. Eventually, he turns his head and smiles, uncrossing his legs and holding out his arm to you in a gesture of supplication. He wants you to walk over, take that hand and maybe sit on his lap. You don’t move.

“We need to talk.”

A shadow crosses his face: concern, confusion and guardedness. You can see the defensiveness building before he even knows what you’re going to say.

“I’m all ears, dear one,” he says, smile rather forced. “Did you mean what you said?” “Huh?” “In here, today: what you said to Santi.” It takes a second for him to place what you’re referring to.. “Oh. Yeah…sure I did.” he looks nonplussed. “Is that a problem?” “You told him to kick the crap out of them.” “And?” “They’re seven years old.” He raises his eyebrows, amused.

“So? I could hold my own in a fight at that age. I had my first mission when I was nine.” “Exactly,” you scoff “and how did that work out for you?” He looks at you darkly and then looks moodily away into the empty fireplace. You continue to stare at him…encouraging Santi to violence wasn’t the worst of it. You try to give voice to what’s particularly worried you. “Do you think your powers give you some sort of…right over people?” “What?” his voice is icy. “You were saying you were the ‘next stage’ for humans or whatever.” He sighs exasperatedly: “Of course it sounds bad if you say it like that.” “You said you were all better than normal people.” “Well,” he shrugs, “we are.” “You think you’re some kind of…Übermensch?” He balks at the word, head whipping round to face you. “Don't be ridiculous." You let out a derisive ‘ha’ of humorless laughter. “Come on, Five. I might be just an unpowered normie but I recognize fascist bullshit when I hear it!” “Fascist?” You don’t give him the time to formulate a response, the blood’s pumping in your head now. Usually, you default to tears in anger but today’s different. “So what about me? Am I on your ‘level’ or am I lower functioning or something?” “Don’t be so dramatic. You know I think you’re smart.” “Do you? Or is it that it’s nice to have me around? Maybe I’m nice to look at, maybe I make you laugh, maybe I make you feel less alone and maybe I’m smart enough but at the end of the day, I’m basically on the level of a labrador you can fuck?” Five slams his glass down and stands up. His hands go into his pockets and his jaw sets. He takes a full ten seconds to get himself under some semblance of control. You can see the unuttered invectives flickering in his eyes. Finally, he speaks in clipped tones. "Funny. Now you mention it, you're certainly not acting like a being capable of higher thought." Your eyes lock in confrontation; both daring each other to step even further over the line. The rage between you is directly proportional to the intensity of your love, its presence making the slung comments all the more sore. Your jaw sets as his chin tilts. When he speaks again, his would-be-casual tone belies the resentment simmering beneath: "I think it’s best if I have an early night and give you a chance to calm down.”He heads for the door, his speed proving his continued anger. As he sweeps through the entrance hall, you yell after him “Okay, Mengele. No need to wait up!”

The next few days were frosty. Though you both took care to play nice in front of Santi, it’s been hard to stop the atmosphere affecting him. 

After the fight, all you wanted to do was call Ellie to vent, but you thought better of it after thinking about how she was over your lunch that day. She’s having a hard time of things herself at the moment, having just lost her grandmother, and it wouldn’t be right to bother her with this. 

Furthermore, you didn’t want to inflame things further between Five and herself.They seriously butted heads when you were unconscious after your beating courtesy of Michael Monroe. 

He’d stayed broodingly at your bedside, sleep deprived and guilt-ridden. His attitude then had been one of snappish, slightly mad intensity. He had no time for Ellie’s feeling of greater claim over you, insisting that her care would be useless beside his ability to reverse time and bring you back from the dead if necessary. 

While he might have been technically correct, the vibes he gave off didn't exactly endear him to her. Though they’d been polite to each other since, you didn’t want to solidify that bad first impression by saying something to her that you might later regret. There was nobody else to talk to. Were she here, Lila would have leapt at the chance to trash-talk Five.Klaus was another option, perceptive as he is but, as Five’s brother, you thought his loyalty would always sway too far in his direction.

So, that night, still boiling with rage, you slept in one of the many spare bedrooms, thinking with satisfaction about him sleeping fitfully alone in the attic. Let him wake up panicking with one of his nightmares and see if he feels like ‘the next stage for humans’ then. 

On some nights, he wakes brushing imagined ash out of his eyes and panting. It can take him a few minutes to remember that he’s home and safe, no longer having to eat bugs or scavenge expired food from wreckage. So, you soothe him, propped up on your elbow, whispering comfort and stroking his hair. In the worst of these, he shrinks from your touch, wide-pupiled eyes rolling and unseeing; like a rabbit caught in a trap. On other nights still, you’re wrenched from sleep by a screaming, bolt upright figure beside you. Often, these cries are formless, but sometimes he shouts for you, for Dolores or one of his siblings. Then, just as suddenly as he sat up, he’s lying down and asleep again, never truly awake. 

He doesn’t remember these episodes when he wakes up, and you stopped telling him about them months ago. The idea that his mind could work in ways of which he is not conscious is unbearable to him. Night terrors, of course, being for lesser mortals than he.

But, as upset as you were, you only spent that first night away from Five’s bed. Your spiteful feelings about his night-time fears faded by the morning, to be replaced by guilt at ever having had them. After your first transports of rage were over, the idea of him waking up alone and terrified was unconscionable to you. 

Your love for him is now more fundamental than you’d like: how much easier to be able to punish him, to not care about his terror? You couldn’t leave him alone for long when his own mind betrays him. Over the next few days, you fall into an uneasy truce, contingent on the unspoken agreement that neither of you mention that day again. When he comes to you with a request a few days later, you keep your tone intentionally polite and neutral. “I got a forwarded email from Diego. There’s a meeting at the school I need to go to.” “Oh?” “Yeah. Something about student support for the second grade. It sounded quite urgent. “Alyssa?” “Probably.” “Do you think she’s deteriorated?” He shrugs and sighs, “Unlikely this soon, but I don’t know. Would you be happy to take Santi tonight and get him some dinner?” “Yes. No problem. We’ve been talking about going to the movies anyway.” “Thank you, dear one.” It’s the first time he’s used this endearment since the fight.

The school is a collection of sleek, modern buildings that simply reek of investment. Evidence of recent building work is apparent, with one building still covered entirely in scaffold. Hung from this is a huge lime-green banner, proclaiming: JUICED: X-PANDING YOUNG MINDS. Holbrook Elementary's new planetarium, opening soon!Five follows the trickle of parents through the main entrance and into a hallway that, to him at least, is an assault on the eyes. The walls seem to be made of LED-screen paneling which cycles through content simultaneously. Class information, a school map and exhibitions of student work are replaced every twenty seconds or so with more lime-green. Repeated dozens of times down the hallway in electric blue text is: JUICED- THAT X-TREME TASTE!Though Five has never been in an elementary school (or any school) before, the impression he’d formed through popular culture didn’t quite match up with this. Can a soda company brand a school? This seems too…corporatocratic to be compatible with an educational establishment.

 Every so often, the screens give way to vending machines in which JUICED seems to be the only drink available. Fully stocked lime green cans stand stacked behind the perspex in militant uniformity of lines. There are water fountains, Five notes, but they’re the only feature of the gleaming school that looks shabby. As he’s borne along by the people heading for the auditorium, he takes glimpses through windowed doors into classrooms leading off from the hall. He catches glimpses of plush furniture and high-tech solutions: 3D printers, VR headsets and yet more screens. Each student desk has an idling touchscreen integral to the table top; the JUICED logo drifts, slowly ricocheting off the edges of each screen. The auditorium itself is in the same style and, to Five’s mind at least, far too ambitious a space for an inner-city elementary school. It feels more like a conference center. Dozens of hexagonal acoustic panels in JUICED green and blue are placed at regular intervals along the walls. They form pillar-like arrangements with strip-lighting connecting them together. He takes an aisle seat on lecture-hall style seating. The head of the room is walled with more screens like those of the hallways. He can tell their nominal purpose is to aid the presentation of whoever’s speaking, yet their real function is clearly to advertise JUICED at every unoccupied moment. The principal steps up to the microphone’s lectern. “Thank you all for coming to this meeting. I know it was called at very short notice. I’m sorry to have not given you more of a lead up, but this is a very urgent matter." She clears her throat. "As I’m sure you’re aware, we have a second-grade student, Alyssa Johnson, who has been diagnosed with brain cancer. Last week, I’m very sorry to tell you that three more second graders started exhibiting symptoms: Cole Bennet, Joe Fredericks and Robert Smith.”

The hall breaks out into rippling mutters. Five leans forward in his seat.“Over the weekend,” she continues, “their parents informed the school that they have also been diagnosed with glioblastoma. The boys have been identified quickly which means their treatment is able to start early, but-”

Five stands. This can’t go unchallenged.

“You’re saying four second graders have glioblastoma?”

“Sir, could you please reserve your quest-”

He speaks over her.

“Four? In one school? Shit, in one grade? You realize the odds on this?”

He tilts his head, maintaining eye contact with the principal. When she stutters, he raises his hands and points a finger at her.

“How many kids get brain tumors on average? About five thousand a year? And how many of those are glioblastoma? It’s gotta be under fiver percent. Are you telling me that four of those two hundred-fifty kids go to this school? That's one hell of a coincidence.”

The principal seemingly decides that it’s useless to try to suppress this.

“Yes, we are aware that this is a strange cluster, but I can assure you that the possibility of a link is being investigated.

“Investigated how?”

She draws herself up, going into public relations mode.

“Well, I’m happy to say that JUICED co. has affirmed their commitment to Holbrook Elementary in our time of need. They’re taking all the burden of investigation upon themselves and have generously set up a fund to ensure that our sick children get the very best medical-”

Five shakes his head vehemently and steps out into the aisle, the better to pace, hands in his pockets.

“Are you this dumb?”

“Shut your mouth, asshole!” calls a leather-lung from somewhere in the seats. Five ignores him.

“What am I seeing here? JUICED plows money into this school, right? And for what? Advertising? Exclusivity? Just plain old ‘corporate responsibility’?”

He claps a hand to his head and then throws the arm wide.

“You think that’s it? And now, when four kids get cancer they start investigating and paying their medical bills? You think that investigation is going to be transparent?”

The principal sputters, a bit spooked.

“Does this not sound just a tiny bit like ass-covering to you?”

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MAG 106 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: putting up a new fence

Hearing the episode title I somehow already suspected this could be a space one...

Huh... The spinning of the tape breaks off there for a moment after Melanie's clap (1:21). I never noticed this. Probably always thought it was a brief loading error. Thought it now too at first, but I went back to check.

"More than large enough for the swell of humanity to grow, and ultimately extinguish itself." Hm, a touch of the Extinction there?

"and when I think of it too deeply, I feel like I’m going to throw up. Like a sort of existential vertigo." Yeah, I know this feeling. When I try to think of things which are incomprehensible for me I get this weird feeling and feel dizzy.

"I knew that if it chose to cry out, it would have destroyed me utterly." The Vast is the most cosmic of all horrors of the Entities. This literally sounds like an Old One.

"And I wish that I could convince myself that ignorance was the same thing as safety." Louder, for Jon in S1!

Although this is a statement with a lot of rambling and very little actually happening (and usually I simply cannot follow those kind of statements) I absolutely love this one. I'm not only afraid of heights and I hate falling (generally avoid rides with a drop at theme parks), the aspect of one's own insignificance compared to the sheer size of the universe really gets to me, but also fascinates me.

Nice to see that the rest of the archival team is actually helping Martin with the statements.

MELANIE: "Also, I um, I can’t find Jan Kilbride." Sounds like he has been swallowed up by the earth! *badum tss*

BASIRA: "Yeah, it’s, it is not cool down here." MELANIE: "Summer in the basement, I suppose." Is it really hot in some basements in the summer? Because mine is always cool. Very comfortable in summer, too cold in winter.

BASIRA: [ugh] "That boy needs to relax." MELANIE: "Or at least find someone else to fuss over!" BASIRA: "Yeah, he’s got it bad." This is top quality office gossip!

BASIRA: "Do you know if he and Jon ever…" MELANIE: "No clue, and not interested! Although… according to Georgie, Jon doesn’t." BASIRA: "Like, at all?" MELANIE: "Yeah." First of all, Georgie randomly telling a mutual that Jon is ace, it that allowed? Second, Melanie randomly telling a mutual (and co-worker!) that Jon is ace... General opinion on the confirmation of an ace character: Yay!!! I don't really know what to think of confirmation happening by mentioning it in bonus material, a lot of people probably won't catch it that way, so having it in the main canon story is great! Then, yeah, it's kind of hard to reveal it when sex isn't really a topic in itself in the story. It comes up very rarely in statements, implied with Tim and towards the end with Georgie and Melanie. So how do you touch upon a topic that isn't really a topic? Have people talk about it and I think the gossip was a good way to handle that. The benefit of the gossip and especially the circumstance of who is telling it makes it vague to leave room for interpretations so people can put him anywhere on the spectrum. The vagueness of certain story points is doing a great service for fan content in my opinion. As someone who asked themself why I had not yet come across proper ace representation in fiction, hearing of poor little meow meow Jon being ace made me so happy!

BASIRA: "No way. I used to love that show. I mean, the first couple of seasons, at least. Took a weird turn in season three, when they introduced –" I heard this may be again a reference to The Black Tapes?? Yes, no, maybe?

ELIAS: "Whatever I’m planning needs to be stopped even if it cost a few lives. Including your own." That's very Gertrude-y of Melanie. Except for the part of risking her own life, that's very Slaughter-y.

Ben's voice acting is so on point!

When I heard Ivy Meadows I immediately knew, this is going to be bad. I remembered very well that this was the care home from MAG 36.

So that knowledge-insertion torture... THAT was the moment I finally decided "Holy shit... Elias really is evil!"

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The Nanny, Chapter 10

Word Count:  1.5k

Warnings:  angst, implied smut, implied unprotected sex, mentions of death. 

“I’ve already told you guys that I don’t want to do it!”

Cougar frowned at his long-time friend as the younger man continued to look at things on his computer.

“You know, it’s a chance to get back there!” Clay pointed out, “to get back to your fiancé.  To those kids…I know that you want to see them again!”

“I can’t put them in risk, Clay!” he growled, angry that the leader of the group had suggested that they take Aisha up on her offer yet again, “The world thinks that we’re dead.  They second that they catch wind that we’re alive who do you think that they’ll go after, huh?”

“Well I want to see my wife and unborn child!” Pooch spat, glaring at Jensen, “I want to be there for my kid.  I’m not a coward!”

“COWARD?” he yelled, “that what you think I am, because I want to protect my family?  I proposed to her and fucking left!  I am putting them at risk by coming back into their lives as much as I may want to!  And I’m not going to fucking do it, Pooch!”

“Well…maybe you’ll want to reconsider after you see this!”

Jensen’s eyes shot to Cougar’s as he snatched the laptop away from him and began to type something in.

“Hey!” he called, reaching for him.  But the native Texan was just too fast for him, “give it back, Cougar.”

Cougar did just that, but not before opening up a new site on the laptop.   Jake’s brow’s furrowed, “what the hell?”

“Your sister’s kid…on the team, right?”

Jake nodded, “why do I need to see th-“

But he cut himself off. 

In the pictures from the last game was something he couldn’t ignore. 

You were sat next to Steph.  The ring that he’d given you was still on your finger, and while Bri looked like she was trying to cheer on her cousin with Alex, you were cradling something.  You had a decent sized baby bump as you tearfully spoke with Steph. 

Jake felt his throat tighten and dry up, “h-how do you know-when was this taken?”

“A few days ago,” he admitted, pointing out the time stamp, “one of my contacts got word that she was pregnant when we faked our deaths…she’s mainly stayed off the radar…but someone spotted her at your sister’s kid’s game…”

“She’s really pregnant?”

Clay nodded as he looked between the rest of the group, “does that mean that you’re in now, kid?”

Jake looked around to the rest of the group.  For months he’d been following their plan, he’d been pretending that he was dead so that he could make sure his family was safe, but seeing just how miserable they were was something he didn’t want to see, and was not ready to face. 

His own insecurities started coming together. 

He’d never been around when Dev was pregnant with Briana or even with Alex.  And now he was missing the pregnancy of his third child. 

“I-I have to make sure that they’re safe,” he said, shaking his head, “i-they’ll see that we’re alive and they’ll come after them.  They’ll assume that they know something.”

“We’ll be smart about it, Jensen…” Roque said quickly, “your family isn’t the only one at risk if we come out of this.  All of our families’ lives will be on the line.  But we can protect them by exposing this asshole.  We can clear our own names and take this fucker down from the inside.”

You stopped, frozen dead in your tracks. 

“Y-you’re dead….I’m dreaming,” she said nervously, looking around the bedroom, “this isn’t real.  Th-this isn’t real!”

“I told you I’d come back, baby.”

“J-Jake…”

He nodded, and you paled even more, shaking your head as you took a few steps back “no…no…this isn’t-”

“I’m here baby!”

“No…”  you whimpered.  He rushed you as your legs gave out from beneath yourself.  You broke down into tears, clutching his shirt in your fists, “this isn’t real…”

“I’m real baby,” he promised once more.  Your tears fell freely as you looked at him, your hands not wanting to let go of his shirt, for fear that if you did, you would wake up and he would no longer be there.  His large hands cupped your cheeks and he swiped away at your tears, “I’m home baby…it’s all okay.  I came back for you and the kids!”

“Jake!”

Your voice cracked.  You were still in disbelief.  His lips pressed harshly against yours.  The pressure was slightly unwelcomed, but it let you know enough that it was real.  That as your hands released his shirt and brushed up his biceps and  up to his neck, that he was indeed in front of you, holding on to you.

Your lips worked needily against his own as you became ravenous.  It was like you’d been stuck in a desert, and were close to expiring, and his lips, his touch, was the only thing in the world that you truly needed.

He broke from the kiss just long enough to steal away some air.  But you didn’t care.  Your hands slid up his neck and to his face until you were cradling it and you pulled him back towards yourself.

You didn’t need air.

You didn’t need anything or anyone other than him. 

Your tears mixed with ones of his own that he hadn’t realized had made their way down his cheeks.

“Never leave us again!” you begged against his lips.

“Promise you baby…I’m done!”

It had been a year since he returned. 

And while the rest of the world knew of Captain Jake Jensen and the rest of the Losers being dead, he was going under a new alias, while working at a top government facility that helped weed out the darkest corners of the government. 

Theodore E Bear was something that Alex had come up with.

Something that Briana wholeheartedly agreed on. 

“Really guys?” Jake chuckled as he looked between his two children who were giggling at the island and you, who was behind the counter while you held your newborn twin girls, “that name is-“

“Don’t you get it, Jake?” you giggled softly, trying not to wake them up, “Ted E Bear.”

A look of realization crossed his face while his children began another round of wild giggling.  He sighed and shook his head before the smallest of chuckles passed his lips, “you really think I should go with that.”

“You have to daddy!”

“I agree with Alex…it’s too funny!” Briana agreed, looking back to you, “tell him mom…you always said he was your teddy bear.”

“That’s because daddy is soft like one!” Alex giggled, patting his dad’s stomach. 

Jake’s eyes widened in mild shock as he feigned a hurt look, “excuse me?”

“You have gained a bit of weight since Caty and Jillian were born…” Briana smirked, “gaining the sympathy weight so mom doesn’t have to?”

“You two leave your father alone,” you jested, “he’s not used to the idea of being in an office instead of the field so he’s got nowhere to work off those extra calories!”

“Are all of you against me?”

The twins started cooing, stretching along your arms and you passed one of them off to Briana.  Jake took Caty from you, giving you a kiss.

“Hey that’s my baby, thank you!”

“Caty, tell mommy you love daddy just the way he is…”

“I never said I didn’t love your extra little bit of fluff!” you teased lightly, your nails dragging down his back playfully.  Jake’s gaze caught your own.

“Be careful on your next words, Mrs. Jensen…baby number five is looming around the corner with those come-ons.”

“Ew dad, gross!” Briana sneered, passing Jillian off to you.  You giggled to yourself as she grabbed Alex’s hand, “come on little guy.  Mom and dad are getting weird.”

“So Mrs. Jensen…what would you say if I told you that I’ll be home early tonight…” Jake teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed a line of kisses along the column of your spine, “as in, early enough where the kids are still in school?”

“You did say you wanted to start on baby number five,” you teased, your hands going over his only to drag them to your sticky, cloth covered core.  You moaned as his deft fingers slid the panties to the side, already dipping into you, “what do you say we’re announcing it before summer break?”

“I like the sound of that!” he smirked.  You turned in his arms as he started to position himself over you, his weight being balanced on one arm while the other worked on spreading your sticky petals.  He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your lips.  You moaned when his fingers prodded your entrance, curving into you, “though, at the rate we’re going, we may be looking for a new house in the summer…one with more bedrooms…”

“Sounds like we’re going to have a busy fall while we christen a new house then.”

“I like the way you think, baby.”

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NoveList: Best Adult Fiction 2022 

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In Search of a Prince by Toni Shiloh

Brielle Adebayo is fully content teaching at a New York City public school and taking annual summer vacations with her mother to Martha's Vineyard. But everything changes when her mom drops the mother of all bombshells - Brielle is a princess in the kingdom of Ọlọrọ Ilé, Africa, and she must immediately assume her royal position, since the health of her grandfather, King Tiwa Jimoh Adebayo, is failing.

Distraught by her mother's betrayal, Brielle is further left spinning when the Ọlọrọ Ilé Royal Council brings up an old edict that states she must marry before assuming the throne or the crown will be passed to another. Uncertain who to choose from the council's list of bachelors, she struggles with the decision along with the weight of her new role in a new country. With her world totally shaken, she must take a chance on love and brave the perils a wrong decision may bring.

This is the first volume in the “In Search of a Prince” series. 

The Fervor by Alma Katsu 

1944: As World War II rages on, the threat has come to the home front. In a remote corner of Idaho, Meiko Briggs and her daughter, Aiko, are desperate to return home. Following Meiko's husband's enlistment as an air force pilot in the Pacific months prior, Meiko and Aiko were taken from their home in Seattle and sent to one of the internment camps in the West. It didn’t matter that Aiko was American-born: They were Japanese, and therefore considered a threat by the American government.

Mother and daughter attempt to hold on to elements of their old life in the camp when a mysterious disease begins to spread among those interned. What starts as a minor cold quickly becomes spontaneous fits of violence and aggression, even death. And when a disconcerting team of doctors arrive, nearly more threatening than the illness itself, Meiko and her daughter team up with a newspaper reporter and widowed missionary to investigate, and it becomes clear to them that something more sinister is afoot, a demon from the stories of Meiko’s childhood, hell-bent on infiltrating their already strange world.

Just By Looking at Him by Ryan O’Connell

Elliott appears to be living the dream as a successful TV writer with a doting boyfriend. But behind his Instagram filter of a life, he’s grappling with an intensifying alcohol addiction, he can’t seem to stop cheating on his boyfriend with various sex workers, and his cerebral palsy is making him feel like gay Shrek.

After falling down a rabbit hole of sex, drinking, and Hollywood backstabbing, Elliott decides to limp his way towards redemption. But facing your demons is easier said than done.

One-Shot Harry by Gary Phillips 

Los Angeles, 1963: African American Korean War veteran Harry Ingram earns a living as a news photographer and occasional process server: chasing police radio calls and dodging baseball bats. With racial tensions running high on the eve of Martin Luther King’s Freedom Rally, Ingram risks becoming a victim at every crime scene he photographs.

When Ingram hears about a deadly automobile accident on his police scanner, he recognizes the vehicle described as belonging to his good friend and old army buddy, a white jazz trumpeter. The LAPD declares the car crash an accident, but when Ingram develops his photos, he sees signs of foul play. Ingram feels compelled to play detective, even if it means putting his own life on the line. Armed with his wits, his camera, and occasionally his Colt .45, “One-Shot” Harry plunges headfirst into the seamy underbelly of LA society, tangling with racists, leftists, gangsters, zealots, and lovers, all in the hope of finding something resembling justice for a friend.

Something Fabulous by Alexis Hall 

Valentine Layton, the Duke of Malvern, has twin problems: literally.

It was always his father’s hope that Valentine would marry Miss Arabella Tarleton. But, unfortunately, too many novels at an impressionable age have caused her to grow up…romantic. So romantic that a marriage of convenience will not do and after Valentine’s proposal she flees into the night determined never to set eyes on him again.

Arabella’s twin brother, Mr. Bonaventure “Bonny” Tarleton, has also grown up…romantic. And fully expects Valentine to ride out after Arabella and prove to her that he’s not the cold-hearted cad he seems to be.

Despite copious misgivings, Valentine finds himself on a pell-mell chase to Dover with Bonny by his side. Bonny is unreasonable, overdramatic, annoying, and…beautiful? And being with him makes Valentine question everything he thought he knew. About himself. About love. Even about which Tarleton he should be pursuing.

This is the first volume in the “Something Fabulous” series.

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random thoughts about run on, episode fourteen

(please do note that this post contains spoilers so read at your own risk.)

so i was right when i said that mi joo treated su bin the way she wanted to be treated when she was younger.

this quote is heartbreaking “it’d be nice to have that type of friend but that means i’m lacking something. i think i was looking back on my childhood years hoping i also had someone who would stand up for me like i did for su bin” and with that mi joo’s entire upbringing is summarized. on top of being lonely because she didn’t have parents like most of the children around her, she was ostracized by others and nobody else stood up for her when she needed it the most

and being lonely from such a young age does have a lot of impact on someone

which brings us to something i relate to so much “i want to get along with myself” all those years hating yourself, feeling hurt and lonely messes someone up. but now that she somehow has her life together, she wants to heal her heart and focus on herself because she’s the person she’ll have to live with for the longest time 

on a more funny note, i like how mi joo basically asked seon gyeom to netflix and chill only for it to be cutely awkward right after lol

the kiss felt so intimate. i felt like i was interrupting something hehe

we’re now at 2/3 people telling ki jeong do that he needs to step back step back silly boy

when yook ji woo told him “my life isn’t yours. i’m the star of my life” i was doing a little victory dance because that feels so nice whenever someone just stops that old man in his tracks

when both dan ah and mi joo came to see yeong hwa, i thought it was funny how both women were dressed as if they were secret agents or something. and then there’s yeong hwa in his beekeeper outfit (idk what it’s called)

talking about dan ah, myeong min came to see his father at the hospital shedding crocodile tears “worrying” about him. but it was such a meaningful moment to see seo tae woong interrupt that moment by showing that he truly cares about his father

dan ah knows she’s being followed and that’s why she asked mi joo to come with her meet yeong hwa. and she was right. myeong min is keeping tracks on her whereabouts. it seems he wants to catch her doing something immoral/scandalous just so he can take her spot, even though he’s an illegitimate child...

right after this touching scene at the hospital, rumors start spreading around that seo tae woong is a b*st*rd and i can’t help but think myeong min is behind that. i’m saying that because he’s the one who told him to think about who his (tae woong) shares belong to. myeong min threatened tae woong to let the cat out of the bag if things didn’t go his (myeong min) way

but the rumors are extending to someone else. maybe myeong min? and, as expected, dan ah will be the one dealing with the scandal and rebuilding the company’s image if the general public knows that her dad had affairs

seo dan ah isn’t paid enough for this sh*t

now going back on dan ah’s little trip to yeong hwa’s town. it was nice to see her be vulnerable and comfortable enough to sleep in yeong hwa’s arms. it’s like the first time she allowed herself to rest and just relax

and finally going to the part that made my blood boil. ki jeong do finally agrees to meet seon gyeom after several attempts from the latter’s part. the first thing the father does is bring kim woo sik’s incident and blaming it all on seon gyeom’s change in behavior... typical ki jeong do behavior. blaming everything on other people instead of taking accountability

however, he offers his son to take both him and woo sik in his track and field team. under the condition of seon gyeom marrying dan ah. once again, saving face and caring about his reputation only

seo dan ah’s father acknowledging his daughter’s hard work as seomyung’s ceo but then wanting seon gyeom to take over once they get married. sigh dan ah has to put up with so much... 💔

seon gyeom is now faced with a harsh decision: will he throw everything away for love? i mean the romantic answer would be yes but he has to take into consideration woo sik’s career. i don’t know how that mess will be resolved but i sure hope it does

when mi joo was on the verge of giving up, seon gyeom’s words motivated her and she kept on seeing images of her life. seeing how much she struggled as a young girl and in need of a friend. that friend ended up being seon gyeom. whereas seon gyeom just wished he was with mi joo from the start. it was such a beautiful moment to see both younger mi joo and seon gyeom meet each other at the end of that scene 💞

seon gyeom being the only one waiting for her at the finish line. so romantic and intimate. i feel like all their moments together in this episode were all so intimate. it felt kind of rude to see them with my eyes. i shouldn’t have been there to witness this kind of vibes

the codename candy scenes were all nice! especially anthony’s outfit

#there are only two episodes left and they give us the arranged/forced marriage scenario only now #how can it be resolved so quickly? i'm all in though #i wouldn't have liked it if they gave it to us earlier on in the show #i know ki jeong do has mentioned marrying dan ah and seon gyeom already but it wasn't real #until now... #ah when will ki jeong do leave his family alone? is a question i ask myself way too often #kdrama #run on #random(al) thoughts

[razieltwelve]

Comparison (Final Rose)

“Are you really saying you’re smarter than me?” Serah asked Yeul.

The other woman smiled. “I’m not saying you’re stupid. I’m just saying that I’m smarter.”

Serah glanced at Lumina. “What do you think?”

“Don’t drag me into this,” Lumina said. “Besides, why are you two even arguing about whose smarter when we’ve got her around.” She nodded meaningfully at Vanille.

“Oh, come on,” Serah said. “She doesn’t count. She’s smarter than everybody.”

“If anything,” Vanille pointed out. “I should count more. And you two need to stop arguing. The second smartest person in this room is Lumina.”

“...” Serah and Yeul shared a look.

“Really?” Yeul asked before wincing. “No offence, Lumina.”

“None taken.”

“Yeah, really.” Vanille yawned and continued to tap away at her scroll with one hand despite not even looking at. They all knew she wasn’t about to make a typo. “Look, both you and Serah are well above average in intelligence. On almost any other team, either of you would be the smartest person. But on this team? Not to toot my own horn, but I am probably the smartest person who has ever lived on this planet. Lumina helps proofread my papers. She’s not an expert like I am, but she’s conversant in what I write about. Do you know how rare that is?”

“When you put it like that,” Serah said. “I guess.” Her brows furrowed. “But we are identical twins...”

“Genetics aren’t everything. Otherwise, you’d both have the same Semblance.” Vanille yawned again. “And, like I said, it’s not like you’re stupid. It’s more a question of flexibility in thinking, and I do think that’s where Semblances have a big impact on how people process information.”

“Oh?” Yeul leaned forward. “What do you mean?”

“Basically, since Semblances are such an integral part of who we are, it makes sense that they’d influence how we think. Lumina has the most flexible thinking out of the three of you. She consistently considers things from more perspectives and is better at devising alternate solutions and developing obscure strategies. That makes perfect sense when you consider that her Semblance lets her make Aura constructs of various kinds with variable physical properties.”

“Hmm...” Serah rubbed her chin. “Maybe she should be leader then.” The words were spoken with genuine thoughtfulness.

“Nah. You’re better at it. You’re really, really, really good at considering cause and effect and developing objective-based solutions. Fitting for someone who can meddle with time. You’ve also got a certain... viciousness to you that makes you a very effective battlefield leader. Lumina might be better at coming up with a lot of different ideas, but you’re better at pruning those down to the ones best suited for the situation. It’s nice too since you’re always willing to consider Lumina’s ideas.”

“Of course, I am. They’re good ideas. And, you know, she’s my sister.”

“And what about me?” Yeul asked.

“Out of all of us, you’re the least hasty and the most thoughtful. You consider situations and solutions in context extremely well. That’s why you’re very good at reading people’s emotions and intentions, even without telepathy, and you’ve got a knack for noticing the details. I imagine your Semblance has influenced that a lot. But you’re sometimes too cautious although that’s a nice balance to Serah’s desire to start blasting.”

“And you?” Lumina asked, grinning. “How do you stack up in the leadership stakes?”

“Me?” Vanille set her scroll on her bedside table. “I’d be a great peacetime leader or administrator, but I’d be an awful combat leader. I take too many risks because they usually work out for me, and I have a tendency to try to science my way out of problems when just punching someone in the face would probably work better. I also prefer to rely on overwhelming firepower rather than subtlety in combat. So, yeah, it makes way more sense for me to follow orders in a combat context. I can build just about anything, so all you guys need to do is tell me what I should be building.” She yawned. “Anyway, I’m going to go to sleep. I’ve been cutting back on the energy drinks, so...”

“Enjoy your rest.” Serah paused. “But isn’t it going to be a bit tricky? It’s the middle of the afternoon, and the three of us will be working on our weapons maintenance.”

“It’s fine.” Vanille cleared her throat. “Scroll, activate the nap-time protocol.”

“Acknowledged. Activating nap-time protocol.”

A dome of energy rippled to life, and Vanille vanished behind a barrier.

“For reference,” Vanille said. “It’s a barrier that blocks out light and reduces incoming noise, so don’t worry about waking me up. If you do need me to get up, you can just poke me or something. It’s not a forcefield unless it detects an object with enough energy or speed to be dangerous.”

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Author’s Notes

One of the things that makes Vanille so dangerous is that she is aware of her own deficiencies and is generally good at either working around them or finding people who make up for them. That’s why she and Diana make such a good team. Not only is Diana in the same intellectual tier but she is also a much better fighter (eventually) and someone whose design tendencies balance Vanille’s. If Serah is unable to lead (e.g., injured), then Lumina is next in line.

Serah is indeed the best battlefield commander out of the four of them, which is why she is team leader. It’s kind of like how Snow is the most affable and personable member of Team LFSC, which is why he often does public relations for the team, but Lightning is the one who has command in combat and the like. Should Lightning be unable to lead, Fang is her second.

On Team RWBY, Ruby is the leader with Yang serving as her second. Weiss lacks the experience, and Blake’s experience doesn’t crossover well to the kinds of missions hunters usually take.

For Team JNPR, Pyrrha is Jaune’s second. On Team ACEJ, it’s Claire who takes charge if Averia is somehow disabled or otherwise unable to lead. On Team TTFY, it’s Trajan as the second (Tidus leads), and on Team DAYR, it’s Yuffie who takes over if Diana goes down.

#final rose #fanfiction #team sylv #serah farron #lumina #paddra nsu yeul #oerba dia vanille

[crimeloyalty-arch]

❛  are  you  lying  to  me ?  ❜

 harley hadn’t realized that there was a marriage to destroy until she’d done it.  she’d dug her heels in deep,  not let herself rely on joker any more than she absolutely had to. ( calm the babies down so i can get an hour of sleep between shifts.  make sure the house doesn’t burn down when i’m gone. the bare minimum. ) they share a bed,  but no more than that -- it feels like there’s an ocean between them,  each planted firmly on their own side.  she can’t remember the last time she touched him. can’t remember the last time she wanted to.  

motherhood is drowning her.  she’s wanted this for so long,  but she’s not made for it.  bryce and jackie cry and cry and cry ; they never stop for her,  only for joker,  only for bruce [human].  she feels like she has no connection to either of them -- like they’re somebody else’s babies,  living in her house.  she’s scared to hold them.  sometimes,  when joker’s gone,  she just sits outside the nursery and cries for hours,  babies wailing from behind the door.  every morning,  she drives too fast to work,  runs red lights,  takes risk.  part of her’s hoping a semitruck will come out of nowhere and end this.  she doesn’t think she wants to die,  just wants to spend a few months unconscious.  

harley’s only haven is the hospital,  but she can only spend so much time there.  they expect her to eat,  sleep,  be with her family.  she doesn’t know how to tell them she doesn’t want to do any of that -- doesn’t know how to explain all the walls she’s put up.  someone notices that harley’s not doing well,  tells someone else -- the whole thing spirals out of control so fast it’s a wonder she only gets put on leave.  she knows they’re right to do it.  if she continues like this,  she’s going to kill someone.  still,  she doesn’t tell joker,  doesn’t tell bruce [human] -- pretends like all her late nights are still spent in surgery instead of roaming the streets,  refamiliarizing herself with gotham’s criminal underworld.  what else is there?  she has a family,  a husband,  children -- and it’s not enough.  all she can do is go back to what she knows. 

it only lasts a few weeks.  joker’s got too tight of a chokehold on gotham for it to get any further,  and harley aims too high,  too fast.  she only means to target a corrupt politician,  an easy job.  in,  out.  her team makes the hit,  but somebody makes harley.  a few someones . . . joker’s goons find the warehouse she’s been operating out of,  and harley only just escapes without them seeing her.  

that night,  she sleeps with joker for the first time since before the twins were born.  it’s only meant to be a distraction -- to keep him from digging through the boxes she knows his clowns stole from her,  to delay him tracing the organization back to her.  that doesn’t make it any better.  she can’t look at him,  turns every light in the bedroom off,  and as soon as it’s over (she’s not sure either of them comes),  she locks herself in the bathroom and throws up for an hour. 

she thought she was in over her head then -- when her husband was the worst thing that could happen.  the next day,  somebody follows her home.  somebody outside of joker’s control.  harley shoots them in their driveway,  then,  for the second time in her life,  finds herself unable to let go of the gun because she’s considering putting a bullet through her own brain.  the only reason she doesn’t is because joker hears the gunshot,  comes outside.  she hands him the gun without a fight,  goes inside without a word.  the babies cry and cry upstairs,  but they’re safe in their cribs,  so harley just sits at the dining room table with her head in her hands. 

harley doesn’t know what joker does with the body,  doesn’t ask.  she’s spent all this time refusing to trust him,  only to realize that she trusts nobody more,  not even bruce [human].  when harley’s in trouble -- and she is in deep shit -- she’s wholly reliant on joker.  he tosses a tablet onto the table in front of her,  picture of the man she killed on the screen.  she takes it,  afraid to look at him,  reads the text underneath.  it’s worse than she thought -- he’s connected to the politician she killed,  which means somebody knows she did it. 

“ j, ” she whispers,  clutching the tablet so tight her knuckles are white. “ j,  i didn’t . . . ” 

she didn’t what?  mean to put her family in danger?  she didn’t,  but she didn’t even consider that somebody might follow her home.   didn’t realize she was putting anyone other than herself at risk. 

he doesn’t answer her.  won’t talk to her,  other than to get the information he needs to fix her mess.  she’s never seen him this angry before.  the worst part is that he doesn’t so much as touch her.  there’s no beating,  no breaking.  just an icy cold that terrifies her worse than violence ever could. 

it’s only once he stops that harley realizes that he had trusted her as much as he was capable of.  that she’d had him,  that she’d lost him.  he’d given her what she’d been asking for for the better part of a decade,  and she threw it away.  

harley extends her leave at the hospital,  hardly leaves the house.  the iciness goes on for months -- they live in the same house,  but they speak less than three sentences to each other a day,  all about the twins.  she cries frequently ; joker is never moved.  it’s a spiral without end,  and the darkness in harley’s head only gets worse.  she can barely get out of bed ( she sleeps in the guest bedroom now ),  only does when the twins need her.  she still struggles to hold them,  feed them,  play with them.  she keeps waiting for j to save her from this,  too -- but she doesn’t ask.  

it’s only bruce [human] that saves them -- eases tensions enough that they don’t completely blow up at each other.  guides harley towards help.  things start to get better,  slowly.  the darkness fades.  harley finds medication that works,  starts seeing a professional.  the line has been clearly drawn -- she’s not a fit mother,  cannot be in the children’s lives until she is.  by the time the twins turn two,  the worst of it is over.  harley can hold them,  can play -- settles into motherhood more comfortably.  

still,  her marriage is in pieces.  the twins will never remember this year,  but joker does.  she misses him more terribly than she ever imagined she could,  is reminded of her hurt every time she goes to lean on him only to find that he’s not there.  part of her wonders if this is on purpose -- him finding another cruel,  unusual way to hurt her.

another part thinks that’s been the problem all along.  she’s been trying to live a perfect little life in the suburbs,  all the while waiting for joker to start hurting her again.  it begs the question: why?  why stay,  why risk her children’s lives?  she wrestles with the answer for months,  knows she can’t go back to him until she has it -- until she’s ready to trust him or ready to leave.  she can’t have one foot out the door anymore,  can’t have one foot in their past. 

“ i didn’t think i could hurt you, ” she says once she finally thinks she’s figured it out,  whispering over a commercial.  the twins are asleep upstairs,  and joker and harley are on opposite sides of the couch,  bruce [hyena] between them,  real housewives playing on the tv.  it’s the only semi-peaceful space they’ve managed to carve out,  and only because there’s an unspoken agreement not to speak,  not to touch,  to only exist in the same space. “ and i didn’t think you could stop wanting to hurt me. ”

he doesn’t answer.  the commercial break ends.  she hugs a pillow to her chest,  so anxious the next few minutes pass in a blur.  she doesn’t hear a single word from the show. the words tumble out as soon as the next commercial starts. “ i’ve been horrible,  haven’t i?  to you? ”

it’s easier if she blames herself,  because she thinks it’s what he wants to hear. she still doesn’t get a response.  tears start to slip down her cheeks. 

“ i can’t do this with you anymore,  j.  i’m not asking you to trust me.  i fucked up.  i know that. i threw us away because i was bored and stubborn -- ”  and dealing with the worst postpartum depression her doctor’s ever seen,  but he knows that. “ and stupid.  i put our whole family at risk.  i wouldn’t trust me,  either.  but i can’t -- i can’t not trust you.  i’m tired of being scared of you.  i’m tired of keeping you away. ”

but that was the problem to begin with,  wasn’t it?  trying to be a family without trust?  now,  she’s just suggesting they shift that burden.  the realization is clear on her face,  if he looks.  his continued silence only makes her words rush out even faster 

“ can we go to bed? ” she asks,  dropping her face into her hands.  “ can we try again?  can we both try to trust each other?  i can’t do this without you,  and i don’t want to spend the next sixteen years fighting. i love you.  i want to do this with you. ”

she’ll still kill him if he hurts the kids,  but she thinks bruce just might,  too.  has realized that she’s dangerous,  too.  the risk is balanced,  but only when they’re together.  could this get more fucked up? 

❛  are  you  lying  to  me ?  ❜  it’s the first time he’s said something to her not about the kids since this all began,  and she looks up as startled as she would be if she heard a gunshot. 

“ no, ”  she says,  horrified,  extent of the damage finally sinking in. “ j -- i love you. ”

she loves him,  and she’s hated herself for that for years. how had she expected that not to cut into him? love has always been a weapon between the two of them.  they can’t raise children like that.  

“ what do you need from me?  what do you need for us to be able to fix this? ”  she’s handing over control,  doesn’t want it anymore.  “ anything,  j.  i just can’t do this anymore.  i’ll let you back in. ”

#crimeroyalty #we talk about this a lot and i just wanted to Write it #she is so very much not okay :/ #suicide / #⸻ i’d give you my wild ; give you a child — v * crimefamily. #⸻ i rewind the tape but all it does is pause — writing. #i aint proofreading this

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