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princessbellecerise · 11 months

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Picture Perfect, I

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summary | Your sister Natasha is in trouble. You know it in your gut, and even moreso — you know it’s because of her so called ‘family’ the Avengers. It’s up to you to save your sister and yourself — before it becomes too late.

warnings | dark!peter parker, dark!avengers, non-con, kidnapping, dubcon, violence, loss of virginity (m. and f), manipulation, overall mature themes, stalking, delusional!peter, 18+ ONLY

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You wanted to tear your hair out.

You groaned as the words of your essay seemed to blur together on your laptop, barely being able to focus despite being the only one in the coffee shop.

It was quiet, but the silence didn’t help when it was your mind that was racing, pure agitation and frustration making your thoughts run a mile a minute.

Leave it to your damn journalism professor to assign you something that was nearly impossible. Okay, you shouldn’t say impossible, but for a math major, English and writing in general was not something you were particularly good at.

You were majoring in math for a reason, because numbers made more sense to you than words. Numbers were rational, logical, set in stone. Numbers meant facts and reason. Words however, could confuse you. They could appear as one thing and mean something entirely different. It was easy to deceive with words, harder when you had the facts.

You didn’t like words. You much preferred numbers, but so far the only number required in your assignment was the word count you had yet to reach.

You didn’t get it. Why would he assigned you a project so late in the semester, a project worth so much of your grade at that?

You had been doing fine all semester, scraping together things here and there, pretending you knew what the hell he was talking about when he mentioned things like press and media and PR.

All things that had nothing to do with your major, by the way.

You could pretend until now, until you suddenly had to put everything you had learned towards this project, and it was not working.

You groaned again in frustration as you scrapped yet another sentence, noting how stupid it sounded. In fact, your whole essay was half-assed because you simply were not good with words and you were finding it difficult to type your proposal despite having your source right at your fingertips.

You looked up as Marjorie, the woman that ran the café, gave a little chuckle at your frustrated nature. You locked eyes, and you could see that she was amused, knowing full well how much you hated this project — seeing as you did recruit her for help.

Professor Bernstein wanted the class to use their so-called skills to gather information about a topic that they found interesting. And you were supposed to use your ‘journalist methods’ as he had called them, to gather sources, write articles, and eventually compose a report of all the findings you gathered.

Which was fine, at first.

It was fine because you thought you could just pretend like you had been all semester, and you picked an easy topic you thought you were just going to breeze through.

The History of Math is what you had opted for. Simple, easy, and…

Apparently not good enough for Professor Bernstein.

You still scowled when you remembered the day you handed your proposal in. One week ago was when he had taken your paper, looked at it once, and then handed it back to you with a shake of his head.

“Journalism is about reporting things that are new and exciting,” He had put an emphasis on exciting and it wasn’t lost on you. “Try and research something that’s more relevant. Something that’ll capture the readers interest. You do know that the best project is getting submitted to the local paper, right?”

“But—” You had protested, thinking it unfair he turned you down so quickly. “If you just read it, then you’d see my paper is interesting. In fact, I even tracked down the grandson of the man that invented the calculator. Even managed to get a photo of the original prototype. Is that not interesting?”

Due to the fact that you had to resubmit your proposal, you would say that no, Professor Bernstein did not think that was interesting.

That interaction caused you to sulk, and as a way to cheer yourself up, you went to Marjorie’s Cafe for coffee and to express your exasperations to the woman who was always happy to listen to you. You told her about what happened and that’s when she offered herself as a topic for your project — or rather her heritage as an Italian American woman.

Marjorie agreed to be your source and give you interviews on what it was like having immigrant parents and grandparents.

She agreed that she’d help you out, as long as you did one thing for her.

“Stop complaining so damn much and just get it done,” She told you, and you wore a sheepish smile, knowing that she was right.

You would pull through this, you would pull through this, you would pull through this, you would—

Oh, fuck this.

You groaned again and this time you finally slammed your laptop shut, pushing it away from you and grunting as you snatched up your coffee. As you sipped on the dark drink (you usually liked your coffee with three creams and three sugars but you decided you need something stronger for today) you heard the old woman laughing again and the scuffle of her feet as she came from behind the counter, and sitting at your table.

You didn’t look at her as she sat down, opting to close your eyes and try to steer away the headache that was surely coming.

You rubbed your temples, and when you opened your eyes again, you met those of Marjorie’s, whose face was dancing with amusement.

“I take it it’s not going so well,” She guessed as she grabbed your coffee cup, pulling it towards her. You watched as the woman filled it back up to the brink before passing it back to you, a grateful sigh leaving your lips.

“Thanks, Marj. And not at all,” You told her with a deep frown. “I’m trying so hard to put everything you told me into words, but it’s just all so—”

“Boring?” Marjorie guessed, causing your mouth to drop open in shock.

“What? Marjorie, you know I would never—”

You started to protest, but the old woman’s laughter cut you off. She threw her head back, and by the way her hand reached over to gently pat yours, you were able to relax knowing that she was just joking.

“Dear girl, you have got to loosen up,” Marjorie told you, shaking her head slightly. “I was just kidding, but it seems this project has got you so stressed out you can barely think straight anymore.”

You sighed as you leaned back in your seat. She wasn’t wrong; you had barely slept in the last couple of days because you were so worried about this project and this class. You had stayed up all night writing several proposals before Marjorie had even offered, and now it felt your brain was really and truly burnt out.

“It’s just,” You fiddled with your hands as you met Marjorie’s brown eyes. They were warm, full of sympathy as you struggled. “It’s just that I want to go ahead and get this over with so I can finish this semester strong. But you know me—writing is not my strong suit, Marj. I do way better with numbers which is why I picked math as my major in the first place. And I mean—it’s frustrating that I even have to take this class. When am I ever gonna use journalism skills as a math professor?”

“Who knows?” Marjorie shrugged. “You might discover some new equation and end up in the papers yourself,”Her eyes twinkled and you snorted.

“Okay, I am not that smart,” You told her. “I mean, it’s not like I’m Tony Stark or anything. You know, discovering a whole element and all.”

You had only been joking, but at the mention of the multibillionaire, Marjorie suddenly got quiet. She bit her lip as a distasteful look grew on her face, her nose turning up slightly.

You rose an eyebrow.

“What? Not a big fan of Iron Man?” You tried to joke a little, but Marjorie only shrugged.

“Not in the slightest,” She said, seriousness in her voice. Her brown eyes narrowed slightly.

You had to admit, you were a little taken back by her response. Of course, you had your own opinion of the man and especially the organization he was affiliated with, but you never expected Marjorie to agree. You guys had never talked about it before, but whatever.

You two wouldn’t be the only ones that held disdain for a superhero.

“I guess that’s valid,” You shrugged as you sipped on your coffee. The bitter taste made you grimace a little bit. “Tony Stark does seem like he’s a bit—”

Full of himself, is what you were going to say.

“Dangerous,” Is what Marjorie came up with. “That’s all that man is. And boy do I tell you, I worry for your sister every day that she has to live with that man.”

“Well…” You trailed off because you were genuinely taken aback by Marjorie’s answer. Never, and you mean never, had anyone other than you referred to the Avenger as dangerous. Most people worshipped the ground they walked on, including your parents. Most people thought they were heroes.

But Marjorie…

You stared at her as you recognized that same suspicion behind her eyes. The same look people had often described you as having and you were shocked. Because it was one thing to have your own concerns, but if someone like Marjorie was thinking the same thing, then…

“What are you—”

Your voice was suddenly cut off by the bell over the door ringing. An abrupt customer had you slamming your mouth shut, holding your words as Marjorie’s eyes drifted from yours and towards the door.

What are you worried about? Is what you wanted to ask her, but you didn’t get the chance as a sudden gasp escaped her lips.

Marjorie got up, and you watched curiously as her face turned to happiness in an instant, the woman making quick haste towards whoever it was at the door. The joyful laugh she let out reached your ears, the conversation between the two of you long forgotten as she exclaimed:

“Peter!”

Peter? You inwardly questioned. Who is Peter?

You swiveled your body around so that you could be nosy and see what was going on. When you did, you were shocked to see Marjorie hugging the person that had came in. It was a boy, but you couldn’t get a good look at his face because Marjorie’s body was blocking your view. The only thing you could pick up on was his long, deep chuckle and his words as he said,

“Aunt May!” The stranger pulled away and greeted her with excitement in his voice, causing your eyes to shoot open and your mouth to drop in shock. You were absolutely floored when he stepped back, revealing a quite handsome boy that looked exactly like the woman you had known for two years.

Young, with brown hair and a sweet smile that almost melted your heart. The way he was looking at Marjorie was absolutely adorable, and even though you were still in shock by this new revelation, you smiled.

“Peter, my favorite nephew,” She giggled as she looked him up and down, fretting over him in typical Marjorie fashion. “To what do I owe the pleasure? You don’t usually visit your Aunt May on the weekdays, if at all.”

“Well,” Peter trailed off sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. “I’ve been kind of busy with schoolwork but I had some free time today so I decided to just pop in and see how you were doing. I would have done it earlier but you know I also have the—”

“The Stark Internship,” Marjorie answered for him, and you didn’t miss the bitterness in her voice, nor the familiar name rolling off her lips. She looked like she was grimacing a little bit, but she tried her best to hide it from Peter as she glanced back at you. You locked eyes for a second and you rose an eyebrow. “Of course. How could I forget that you’ve been spending all your time with Tony Stark?”

Tony Stark. Well that certainly explained some of Marjorie’s disposition towards him. It seemed like her nephew had been visiting her less and less frequently due to this so-called internship. You would have, of course, known this—except you were too busy not even knowing that Peter existed.

Marjorie had never told you she had a nephew. In fact, she never told you she had any family except for her late husband and children who she sorrowfully told you about. You racked your brain, but you were certain she never told you about any living relatives and certainly not him.

You could feel your cheeks heat up as you looked at the pair once again, and this time you were shocked to see Peter already looking back at you. May had taken his hand, and your mouth parted a little bit when you noticed her pointing towards your table.

“Come on. Let’s go sit down for a little bit, okay? There’s someone else here I think you should say hello to.”

Quickly you sat up, brushing the crumbs from your snack off your jeans and straightening up in your chair. You tried to make yourself look presentable while also pretending like you weren’t eavesdropping. When Peter and Marjorie finally got to the table, you put on a shy smile and blinked your lashes so Peter wouldn’t think you were weird for just sitting there.

“Um, hi?” Your words came out more like a question, and Peter laughed as Marjorie patted your shoulder. The two of them wore identical smiles as they sat down across from you, though Peter was the one directly across from you while Marjorie was beside him.

“Well, while you’ve been busy with Tony Stark,” There was that dismay again, “This one here has been keeping me plenty of company in your absence. She comes here almost every day; too much if you ask me,”Marjorie joked.

“Marj! Haha, you’re so funny,” You sent her a look while she simply grinned, winking at you as Peter laughed. “I don’t actually come here everyday,” You tried to assure him, even though you really did. Peter just smiled.

“Well if you did, I wouldn’t really blame you. Aunt May here has the best coffee in Brooklyn,” He beamed at her while you nervously nodded. And, not wanting to be rude, Peter suddenly realized he hadn’t introduced himself so he held out his hand. “I-I’m Peter, by the way,” He said with a sweet smile. “I’m this old troublemaker’s nephew.”

“Oh,” Marjorie, or May you supposed, waved him off while you giggled. Reaching out, you clasped your hand into his and noted how warm it was. Maybe even a little sweaty, but perhaps that meant he was just as nervous as you were.

“Hi. I’m Y/N,” You said to him shyly, your lips turning up. “Y/N L/N. It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise,” Peter agreed.

Marjorie cleared her throat when the two of you held hands a little longer than what was necessary, but she didn’t say anything. She just grinned widely when you both pulled away, embarrassed.

Peter was blushing and you suddenly became obsessed with your coffee cup. Marjorie noticed the interaction between the two of you and had you been looking at her, you would’ve noticed the slight twinkle in her eyes as she suddenly stood up.

“Come, Peter. Let me out so I can make some fresh coffee. I’ll pour you a cup and in the meantime, why don’t you chat with YN? I’m sure you both could find something to talk about,” Marjorie sang. You wanted to protest but before you could even say anything, she was gone—leaving you and Peter there staring at each other awkwardly.

The pregnant pause between the two of you was strong, neither of you knowing what to say. The two of you had literally just met and there wasn’t much to talk about, until Peter’s eyes landed on your laptop.

“No way, you go to MIT too?” He exclaimed excitedly, causing your attention to immediately snap to him. You noticed that he was looking at all the stickers that decorated your device, most of which you had added freshman year. “That’s so cool! What year are you in?”

Your mouth parted slightly at his words, but you quickly caught yourself as a small grin grew on your face. Blushing slightly, you leaned up and said,

“Sophomore. I’m a…I’m a sophomore,” You stuttered slightly, Peter’s face lighting up at your words. “I study mathematics there on main campus. You?

“Engineering. East campus,” He told you quickly, and even though you didn’t know him, you thought his major fit him as such. “With a minor in robotics. Thankfully I’m a senior now.”

“A senior?” You quirked an eyebrow at him in disbelief. “Oh my god, there is no way you’re that old.” You gave him a look. “You literally…you look the same age as me!”

“Well, that’s cause I probably am,” Peter admitted, once again scratching the back of his neck. “I went to Midtown High and I had a couple of internships so I got admittedly early. I was able to finish my freshman year and sophomore year before I even graduated and now I’m here. I’m uh…I’m nineteen, but a lot of people still think I’m in high school,” He laughed.

You laughed too because you could definitely relate. “Same here,” You told Peter, causing both of you to grin. “I’m 18, but my parents and literally everybody else swears I still look fourteen.”

“That’s because you do,” Came Marjorie’s voice, the woman coming back with coffee just as she promised. She slid a cup to Peter and while she didn’t have any beverages for you, she did have a snack.

You grinned at the cinnamon rolls she placed on the table, eyeing them hungrily while Peter did the same. He started to reach for one, but when Peter saw your hand shoot out first, he quickly pulled back and slid it over in front of you.

“Sorry. Ladies first,” He said, and you smiled as you plopped a sweet treat onto your napkin. You thanked him before digging in, Marjorie giving Peter a smile as he watched you.

“I figured since you’re both young geniuses you’ll need a snack to fuel those brains of yours,” She chuckled, elbowing Peter slightly. “After all, it’s not easy graduating at sixteen or having an IQ that’s higher than Bruce Banner and Tony Stark combined.”

“May,” Peter was obviously embarrassed as she smirked at this, causing you to stifle your laugh. You didn’t want all your food to come flying out and embarrass yourself in front of the two Parkers. So, you held back, but you appreciated the dig at Tony Stark. “How many times do I have to tell you, I am not smarter than Mr. Stark or Doctor Banner!”

“So you say,” Marjorie waved him off, but you had a feeling she wasn’t lying.

You looked at Peter and smiled at the blush on his cheeks. It seemed that he got easily embarrassed, just like you did. So, you decided to make him feel better.

“No, no, I definitely believe it,” You said, agreeing with Marjorie. “You look like the kind of person that would win a Nobel Peace Prize or something.”

Marjorie grinned. “See. Y/N agrees.”

Peter let out a strangled noise, almost choking on his cinnamon roll as he looked up at you. His brown met yours, and you winked at him as Marjorie simply smiled.

She gave you look when Peter wasn’t looking, and you knew exactly what she was thinking. And while you did think Peter was cute, you were mortified at the thought of being set up on a date by his aunt. Marjorie just had a way of being…embarrassing at times. You didn’t want her to get involved, but it seemed that she already had other plans.

“So Peter,” She started casually, ignoring the way you shook your head at her. You wanted her to stop but once Marjorie had her mind on something, there was no going back. “Didn’t you take Professor Bernstein’s journalism class at one point? I’m only asking because Y/N here has it now and, oh the poor girl is struggling.”

You glared at Marjorie as she faked sympathy on your behalf. Only for it to vanish when Peter looked at you.

“I think maybe she could use some pointers, if you wouldn’t mind of course. I know you’re always busy with that Tony Stark, but keep in mind that she almost punched a hole through her laptop before you came.”

The smirk was evident on her face as both you and Peter flushed. Damn that old lady and her meddling. You had only just met the guy and here she was already trying to shove you in his direction. Not that you didn’t need it of course, but still…

You gave her a look, but Marjorie pretended not to even see you as Peter turned his body towards you, a surprised look on his face.

“Peter, you most certainly do not have to—”

“Well, I kind of would be happy to help,” He cut you off, casuing your eyes to widen slightly as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Bernstein was kind of a pain in my ass and I don’t blame you for being frustrated. If I can help anybody else from destroying their own laptop then I most certainly will,” He chuckled.

Marjorie beamed as you stared at him in shock, your heart beginning to race in your chest.

“Are you sure?” You asked Peter worriedly, not wanting to feel like a burden. “I don’t like, want you to feel pressured or anything. I know you have the Stark Internship so I don’t wanna distract you—”

“Oh nonsense,” Marjorie sneakily waved you away. “I’m sure Peter will be fine. Besides, it’ll give him a break and an excuse to come visit me more often. Two birds with one stone, right?”

“Yeah,” Surprisingly, he agreed. You felt your cheeks heat up as he flashed you a sweet smile, and luckily he couldn’t see your blush. “I uh…I’m sure Mr. Stark would understand if I cut back a little bit.”

God, you sure hoped he did. You worried that Marjorie had moved this too fast, too soon. And you didn’t want Peter’s life to get interrupted because of it…

But man, you really did need the help. None of your other classmates would bother, and your friends didn’t have to take this class. It was just you, and you worried that if you didn’t take Peter’s offer, you really would fail after all.

So, after not much deliberation, you agreed.

“Okay.” You sighed a little bit in acceptance, finally meeting Peter’s eyes. They sparkled as your gazes connected, making you shy as you finally agreed, “I suppose I could use the help. After all, this project is worth a lot of my grade and I’d hate to pass up an opportunity like this.”

“Really?” Peter’s face seemed to light up almost as much as his aunts did. Nodding slowly, you bit your lip, thinking that the matching expressions were adorable. Especially Peter’s…wait no! No! That was not what this was about. He was just helping, that’s all. There was no need to call him cute, or think his smile was adorable. He was just going to help you, that’s all.

“Yeah.” So you tried to play it cool, acting like it was nothing. But on the inside you couldn’t deny that you were a the tiniest bit of excited.

Marjorie gave you a look as she caught you staring at Peter again, but you simply flashed the woman a fake smile, knowing damn you weren’t fooling her. Just like her nephew, she could practically read you like a book. And if the way the two of you were staring at each other was any indication of what was inside, it was going to be an interesting read indeed.

“Come on, is it really that bad?”

“Yes! I’m telling you—Bernstein is absolutely relentless. It’s like he knows I’m no good at this and he’s purposely giving me all of this work just to see me fail,” You complained to your older sister, picking at your fingernails and staring into the phone you had propped up on your desk.

It seemed that your day just kept getting better and better. After leaving Marjorie’s with Peter, Natasha had called you right as you had gotten home.

It was the last thing you were expecting, sure, but you welcomed it nevertheless, never willing to pass up an opportunity to talk to your sister.

You had been giddy as you sat all your stuff down, the excitement of Peter walking you home still rushing through you. And immediately, you had dived into your life events, leaving no detail out from the last time Natasha had called you. It was routine at this point; one that you both welcomed.

Natasha seemed to smile as you told her everything about your life—even about your asshole of a teacher that was trying to ruin your life. And you swore that Nat was trying to gaslight you into thinking that maybe you were overacting.

“Yeah, but I don’t think he’s out to get you голубка,”She teased, using your familiar nickname. She chuckled a little as you rolled your eyes. “I don’t think any professor ever cares that much, but maybe he just wants to push you outside of your comfort zone. Maybe he just wants you to succeed in every subject, not just math.”

“Good one Nat,” You sarcastically laughed as a grimace came onto your face. “But no professor gives this big of a project, this close to summer without having the intentions of ruining someone’s life.”

“Yeah, okay. I think someone is just lazy,” Natasha pointed out, laughing harder when you flipped her off. “голубка, you didn’t graduate at sixteen for nothing. I’m sure you’re smart enough to figure this out.”

“Don’t remind me,” You muttered. “If I could take it back, I would. As a matter of fact, I wouldn’t have gone to college at all. I’d have made you train me so I could be a super awesome hero. I bet they don’t make you do journalism projects.”

Natasha smiled, but you couldn’t help but notice that the action didn’t reach her eyes. They didn’t light up the way they used to, and it seemed like she had to strain to even get it on her face.

It made you sad, and it made you look at your sister closely, noticing the tiredness behind her eyes. In fact, she just seemed overall exhausted, her beautiful face looking blotched and worn out.

You knew there was quiet of an age gap between you and Natasha, but your sister wasn’t old by any means. However, it seemed that ever since she had joined the Avengers, she had aged beyond her actual years on earth. At first you always chalked it up to her job and the stress it must surely be causing her, but now another part of you told you that perhaps it was something else.

Perhaps it had to do with her shadow, forever lingering behind her even though he was trying his very best to stay out of sight.

It didn’t work.

You wondered why Bucky was even there but you didn’t want to risk asking and possibly sounding rude. After all, he could probably hear you. He was quite literally a super soldier, and even if he didn’t have advanced hearing, you were sure that with his proximity, he could still hear you. Even though you had your suspicions about the Avengers, you still had no proof that they were…well, anything. The only thing you had to go on was the uneasy feeling in your gut and you weren’t ready to openly insult Natasha’s friends to their faces, just in case you were wrong.

And if you were wrong, the last thing you wanted was for your sister to be mad at you and call you less than she already did. It already hurt your heart to see so little of her, and you didn’t want to do anything to mess it up. So you said nothing, only focused on Nat and occasionally looking at the shadow behind her.

“Are you okay?”

You noticed she had gone quiet for a little bit and grew concerned. Nat smiled again, but it looked like someone had pushed thread into her cheeks and pulled up.

“I’m fine,” She said quickly, her voice hoarse but steady. “Everything’s fine here, I’m just—”

“Let me guess, you’re just tired?” You cut her off and she nodded, you shaking your head. “Figured you say that,” You chuckled humorously.

Nat frowned. “It’s just…well we’ve just been going on a lot of missions lately and I haven’t had a chance to really rest, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m sure that’s what it is,” You said absentmindedly. You didn’t mean for your tone to sound so sarcastic, but before you could take it back, it was already too late.

Nat frowned deeper, and you could see her recoil a little bit causing you to sport your own frown. She stared at the camera for a little while before answering again, almost like she was carefully choosing the words that she wanted to say.

“Y/N,” She said slowly, grabbing your attention. She rarely ever called you that. “I assure you that whatever you may think is going on, that’s not it. I’m just tired from all the missions, nothing else. You know my life as an Avenger is rough and I’m not sure why you don’t believe me, but I’m not lying,” She said to you.

You rose an eyebrow. “I…never said you were,” You retorted back, blinking in confusion. But you quickly changed your tone as Bucky began to stir in the background.

You watched as he tensed a little, his head snapping towards Natasha and his eyes glaring straight into the back of her head. And even though Nat wasn’t even facing him, she still flinched and your jaw dropped a little bit at the interaction. Quickly, you scrambled to fix your words, not knowing if you had triggered something, the suspicions you felt coming into play.

Quickly, you said, “I know you would never lie to me. You never have before and I know you won’t start now. So if you say it’s just a mission then I believe you, Nat.” You tried to sound reassuring. “I don’t want to imply anything else but it’s just, well…I guess I just miss you, that’s all. And I just have so much to say to you in one phone call that I guess it just all comes out wrong.”

Natasha studied your face, and you tried to show her that you truly did believe her while you truly didn’t. You tried to convince…well you weren’t sure if it was her or Bucky. But whatever it was, it seemed that they both had relaxed, and Bucky went back to staring straight ahead, pretending like he hadn’t almost snapped his neck off upon hearing your words.

“I miss you too, голубка,” Nat replied sadly, lowering her head. “I wish I didn’t have to work so much so I could be there with you and mom and dad. I wish I could visit more often, but with all the missions…well, you know how it is.”

“Yeah. I know,” You smiled sadly and shook your head. “I know you’re busy Avenging and all that stuff so I try not to let it bother me so much. I know you do what you can, and I’m really thankful you even called me today. Cause honestly, this Bernstein thing has me really stressed and if it wasn’t for Peter—”

“Peter?”

Nat cut you off quicker than she could probably slice someone’s throat, her eyes snapping open and her jaw dropping slightly. Honestly, it took you kind of by surprise. The way her body suddenly became rigid, her skin turning white…it was unlike anything you had ever seen from her.

Truly, it kind of terrified you. You had never seen that expression on her face before and her hand that was in the frame clenched so tightly you could’ve sworn she drew blood.

You frowned, visibly alarmed. “Yeah, Peter,” You repeated slightly, not sure why Natasha had gotten so worked up. “I met him today at Marjorie’s café. You know, the one in Brooklyn that you always—”

“I know,” Nat cut you off quickly once again, and shook her head. “The one I always tell you to Stay. Away. From,” She snapped, visibly angry.

Now, you really were taken back. “Yeah…that one,” You said slowly. Man, what was with your sister today? “Marjorie knew I was struggling so she tried to set me up with Peter in her own little way, like getting him to help me. Honestly, you know how I feel about her meddling, but man those Parker’s sure are—”

“Parker?” The word came out so slow, so horrified that you actually had pause to check to see if you had heard Nat correctly. You actually froze as your sister began to shake, her hand coming up to slap over her mouth. Like she was starting to get sick or something.

Now, you were beyond confused and scared as tears began to gather in Natasha’s horrified eyes.

“голубка,” She begged, “Please, please don’t tell me that you met—”

“Peter Parker,” You said slowly, your own anxiety beginning to make you shake. “I…I did. He goes to MIT with me. He majors in engineering. Apparently he even interns under Tony Stark but I—”

“NO!”

“Nat!”

You were horrified as your sister suddenly jumped up, knocking the camera back with her hand and causing you to flinch then gasp. Suddenly, your whole body froze as you heard Natasha’s screams come through the phone, and male voices, including Bucky’s, beginning to yell. You reeled back, positively terrified as you screamed out Natasha’s name, begging for her to answer you.

“Nat? Nat! Please—somebody! What’s going on?”

“No!” You heard Natasha cry out again, and absolute terror trickled down your spine to hear your sister scream out like that. You couldn’t see anything, but you could hear all the commotion. Several more voices joined in—most of them telling Natasha to calm down. They were yelling so you weren’t exactly sure, but you thought you recognized most of the voices. Most of the voices you had heard on TV, speaking at UN meetings and press conferences. Most of those voices belonged to Natasha‘s teammates, and you desperately strained your ears to hear but it was all just too much. Too chaotic to really catch anything, so you continued screaming Natasha’s name as loud as she was screaming yours. You couldn’t see, but you could hear, and you somehow knew that she being held down.

“No, no, please! Anybody, anybody please answer me!”

You shook the phone as if that would do anything. As if it would shake your sister’s shoulders in real life. You shook the phone, but nothing came of it. Nobody picked up the device and only thing happening was the commotion. Muffled voices could be heard in the background, almost becoming eerily quiet.

Especially Nat’s.

You could barely hear her anymore, her screams dying down. But if you strained just the tiniest of bit, you could hear something. Mainly just broken words and mumbles, almost as if she was falling asleep.

Why on earth would Natasha be falling asleep when she just screaming her lungs out? The answer terrified you, making you want to cry. But you couldn’t shed any tears, you couldn’t even breathe until you knew that your sister was okay.

So shakily, you began to speak again. “Nat? Are you there? Please tell me you’re okay большая сестра.”

You begged and you begged and you begged some more before finally, somebody picked up the phone. Quickly, you grew hopeful, thinking that maybe it was Natasha. But you were a fool to think that—especially after what you had just heard, and the figure that came into was not your sister.

You couldn’t see their face, and you already knew in your gut that they only picked up the phone to end the call. You knew it. So, you did everything you could to memorize that face; to hear what your sister was saying before you were cut off from her.

It was faint, but just before the phone clicked off, you did hear something.

“You…you promised,” Natasha gurgled as if it was physically painful for her to say the words. “Bucky, you promised you wouldn’t hurt her if I—”

Beep, beep, beep.

The phone went dead. The call ended, you didn’t hear the rest of what Natasha was saying. You didn’t hear anything except for your own jagged breathing, your sobbing face staring back at you in the black screen.

If you had to guess, every feeling that you had two days ago was true. Every thought, every uneasy sensation was correct.

You could never prove it, never explain why you felt so uneasy when you saw your sister with those so-called heroes on TV. You could never gather enough evidence to say with definitive proof that something just wasn’t right about those people.

But now you could.

After hearing her last words, there was no doubt in your mind that something was going on with Natasha. And you knew, in that moment, you had to figure out what it was.

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whump-in-the-closet · 11 months

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Recommended Stories

Just a compilation of whump stories by other writers that I’ve enjoyed. No, no one asked for this, but here it is anyway. Since I’m always looking for new stuff to read, I imagine that this list is going to grow. But for now…

(this isn’t in any particular order and they’re all SFW as far as I’m aware)

Our Man Flint by @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

Poetic prose that lures you into the story. A vampire hunter is forced to face (quite literally) his worst nightmare.

Erebus & Terror by @brutal-nemesis

There’s a gradual loss of humanity as the prince of a fallen kingdom is turned into a science experiment. Gore, suffering, and a protagonist you love to hurt.

Diamonds to Dust by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Some fantastic villain whump, with a sprinkling of angst. Family dynamics involve a distraught brother as a caretaker.

Jane’s Pets by @another-whump-sideblog

Nasty captivity and heavy torture featuring an immortal twelve year old whumper and her human pets. A very relatable protagonist and cast of characters.

Ongoing Untitled Story by @verkja

Fantasy adventure whump with some cool worldbuilding and three morally grey main characters. Oh and btw? The world is ending.

Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

Whumper turned whumpee and whumpee turned caretaker. Vampire whump and some truly horrible torture methods. It’s fantastic.

Seven Series by @whump-queen

Objectification and pet whump, hoo boy. A roller coaster of BBU suffering and a sad whumpee who’s in way over his head.

Waking Dreamer by @painsandconfusion

An intriguing magic system with a very whumpy plot that only gets worse and well developed characters.

Sunlight and Embers by @whither-wander-whump

Fantasy setting and a rebellion in the making. A prisoner is recruited from the dungeons to be used as a pawn in the rebellion and the plot continues to thicken.

Betrayed by @suspicious-whumping-egg

Hero and Villain whump. A hero is betrayed by their team and left at the mercies of the opposing side.

Hero and Villain Story: Behind the Masks by @whumpering-heights

Hero and Villain whump, but with a villian who does not deserve what he’s been put through. There’s an unlikely bit of mercy from someone you’d least expect. As the kids say, it’s right in the feels.

Weapons Don’t Weep by @wolfeyedwitch

A human weapon in a dystopian setting is rescued by a team of rebels. Dehumanization and angst with hopes for a recovery arc.

The Second Wave by @there-will-always-be-blood

Whumper turned whumpee and is furious about it. A morally-grey (she’s more than happy to commit murder) type of protagonist and an antagonist you want dead.

Liliholm and Page by @yet-another-heathen

Vigilante whump with a cinematic feel and characters who are vividly human, whether whumper or whumpee. God-tier whump will have you gripping your screen.

#whump writing #whump fics #others writing #masterlist #whump

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Meet The (Updated) Writing Team

Hello Kinfolks! These last two months have been quiet for y'all in terms of updates, but BUSY in terms of the work being done by the sept of contributors to this project!

At the start of October I put out the call for help, saying that this project cannot succeed without the help and support of the Werewolf fandom. I'm happy to report that you as a fandom have responded phenomenally, and production on this series is now underway! These last few months have been dedicated to recruiting team members, and researching our book framework. We've about filled in the main core of the team, and have already gotten started writing Book 1: Cliath!

October through November has been dedicated entirely to research, both putting together a collection of citations we'll be using in this first book, and passing out initial writing assignments. This list is sure to grow in time, but for now we have plenty of work to do!

With that all said, I'd like to introduce you to the team that are showcasing the Gaians.

Amy Waller (she/her)

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Ms. Waller is a freelance writer and massage therapist based in not-quite Northern Virginia, and is a contributor to D.W.A.R.V.S. . Werewolf the Apocalypse was her first RPG, and she loves the themes of shapechanging as self-actualization and of trying to balance instinct and wisdom.

Amy has joined the team to depict the journals of Cryptobiologist Esme "Leaping Ghost".

Bek Andrew Evans (He/They)

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Mx. Evans is a freelance writer and illustrator from Jackson, Mississippi. He explores themes of mental illness, disability, abuse, poverty, queer themes and the intersection of these statuses. He uses body and psychological horror, meticulous attention to medical details, and deep character dives as some of his favorite methods to achieve those goals.

Bek has been indispensible in book research, and will be taking his experience with M20 Sorcerer and writing for the Hearthbound, and fictitious news article citations.

Evie Emerson Smith (She/It)

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Evie is a programmer and designer of video games living with her pack in Pittsburgh, PA. She uses primarily anthropomorphic characters to tell stories about identity, queerness, and the power of community.

She has joined the team as a technical writer, and contributor to the opening comic: Cracking The Bone

Excelgarou (She/Her)

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She's been described as a Werewolf: The Apocalypse academic, and wears this title proudly. She labors at all hours on resources for Werewolf fans - particularly as regards aggregating otherwise obscure information - such as the Build-a-Veteran tool or (especially) the Werewolf Index Project.

Excelgarou is our lead researcher, ensuring our book citations and narrative voices remain consistent through all editions. She has also been conscripted to write the introductory passage on the World of Darkness, and to redraft the Children of Gaia.

James E. Deeley (He/Him)

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Jim has been playing, running, and writing for tabletop roleplaying games since he was first introduced to them over twenty years ago. Jim has presented on the subject of writing for games since 2010, and has been contracted to write mechanics and to do character design by the likes of High Level Games, Lostlorn Games, and Renegade Game Studios, but is equally skilled at writing lore and narrative, skills honed over two decades of running roleplaying games and medieval studies, lending a deep historical context to his writings.

Jim will write the Western Concordat, showcasing the Silver Fangs, Fianna, Get of Fenris, and Glass Walkers.

J.F. Sambrano (They/He)

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J. F. Sambrano is an author of horror and (urban/dark/depressing?) fantasy and an advocate for indigenous rights. He lives in Washington (the state) and is originally from Los Angeles (the city); the differences are staggering but the ocean and the I-5 are the same. He is Chiricahua Apache (Ndeh) and Cora Indian (Náayarite). He may or may not be a believer/practitioner of real world magic. If he were, he would not be interested in your hippy-dippy, crystal swinging, dream-catcher slinging garbage.But magic is real, let’s not fuck around.

Beloved Indigenous World of Darkness author J.F. Sambrano is joining our team to depict the Bastet in the Dawn Tribes! A friend and frequent topic of discussion on this blog, we are honored to have him on the team to bring the Werewolf: the Apocalypse he's long-felt the world deserves to life!

LeeKat (She/Her)

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Lee is a freelance artist, writer, and English teacher based in Brazil. The bulk of her content is furry, homoerotic, and TTRPG-centric works. Her writing focuses on exploring the depths of emotion with tales of self-discovery, queerness, and finding hope in a desolate world.

A huge lover of Werewolf, themes of generational trauma and rediscovering oneself in a world of turmoil resonated deeply, as well as themes of spirituality and ancestry. Writing for this project, she hopes to bring others the same catharsis she felt through exploring the books and their many themes.

Mórag (it/its)

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Mòrag is a writer and botanist from Te Wai Pounamu. It writes both botanical articles and horror stories, the former to raise awareness of ecological issues and the latter to explore what it means to be human, represent trans and autistic experiences, and addiction. It's horror writing is best recognized for its use of visceral first-person perspectives, body horror, and the grotesque. It is influenced heavily by works such as the Hellraiser films and the philosophies of Georges Bataille.

It has joined our team to write the story portions of the Song of Trillium, showcasing the legend of Tawatuy.

#world of darkness #werewolf: the apocalypse #dead mountain #werewolf the apocalypse #werewolves #w5 #werewolf the essentials #indie games #indie ttrpg #horror ttrpg #queer writers #queer ttrpg #witers #ttrpg #indigenous authors #brazilian authors

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As with Patch 5, I have compiled my favorite Patch 6 patch notes (the exciting ones and the hilarious ones) so you don't have to.

First of all, the Highlights section has some VERY nice QoL changes:

"You can now dismiss a recruited companion from your party while speaking to the companion you want to replace them with." (Fuck yes, this is such a small annoyance but it really adds up over time.)

"When a dialogue triggers automatically, the game will now try to prioritise your avatar character as the main speaker." (I spent literally like half an hour trying to ensure Hector got the conversational lead when walking into the vault with the Stone Lord for my liveblog post, so this fills my heart with DEEP joy.)

"The Elixir of Hill Giant Strength now applies its effects when thrown." (HUGE deal for Hector's party in my liveblog, as @zenjestrr has pointed out to me - Jaheira can hurl it onto Hector, Karlach, and Minsc together!)

Some general happy-making improvements (some for things in Act 3/epilogue that I haven't gotten to yet but which sound very positive):

"Your partner now has a few different kisses! They're brand new, unique, and randomized."

"If you sit on the stool in Shadowheart's camp corner, she will now react to you with a line based on your relation with her."

"Improved the cinematic scenes in the Elfsong Tavern to feel more intimate when you and your romance partner decide your future together after defeating the Netherbrain."

"Reworked the reflection scenes that take place after wrapping up the defeat of the Netherbrain for characters without romantic partners to better match the scenes for those who do have romantic partners, and to bridge the gap into the epilogue."

"Added a new cinematic scene to support the combat encounter that occurs after you choose whether to side with Nightsong at Sorcerous Sundries or not."

"If you romanced Lae'zel, grab a red dragon and saddle up - you can now join her in the rebellion against Vlaakith, even if you are not gith yourself."

"Increased the number of valid methods of knocking Minthara out to recruit her."

"Tooltips for spells requiring concentration now more prominently display a warning if you are already using concentration to maintain another spell."

And now the bits that just made me laugh. XD

"If you Long Rest with only alcohol as camp supplies, you will now get the new Hungover condition for 10 turns."

"The Long Rest camp supply menu is now better at pulling supplies from inside containers in companion inventories. Stop hoarding the cheese, Wyll."

"The owlbear cub will no longer gobble up Auntie Ethel's Hair before you can take advantage of the bonus it grants." (???)

"Creating harmful surfaces beneath NPCs will now trigger a crime reaction."

"Scratch can no longer equip certain weapons. Like the Everburn Blade."

"Jaheira could be in bad shape by the time she arrived at Moonrise Towers since she already had to fight. Now she's smart enough to heal up before she goes there, which we're hoping lets her last at least an additional second in combat."

"Fixed dice roll sounds playing if you have the 'Hide Failed Perception Rolls' setting enabled while exploring. We asked the narrator to quieten down when rolling the dice for your immersion."

"Fixed a bug causing player characters to get deleted from the game after stealing the Blood of Lathander."

"Enemies are now less likely to summon a Skeletal Involucre in range of a Spirit Guardian that will immediately destroy it."

"Nere's Legendary Action now correctly triggers when he is attacked, rather than when he attacks. Cut him some slack - being a True Soul is a lot of pressure; we'd all get confused in his shoes."

"Told Fezzerk to stop throwing his bombs on himself and his allies."

"The Apostle of Myrkul's Finger of Death spell is now treated as a Level 7 spell instead of a cantrip."

"Fixed Steel Watchers sometimes hurting themselves with their own attacks."

"Invisible characters who have something to say in a dialogue will now remember to actually show themselves."

" Throwing NPCs into a chasm will no longer trigger their crime reaction dialogue while they're mid-flight."

"Jaheira could have access to two types of Wild Shape in certain circumstances. We've toned down her blatant disregard for D&D rules."

"Fixed NPC heads occasionally detaching in Forced Turn-Based Mode."

"You can no longer place a corpse into its own inventory."

"Items can only be sent to specific companions in camp if a party member is in camp at the time. Stop sending every +1 dagger to Gale, he's not that hungry."

"NPCs should be a lot less eager to engulf themselves (or their allies) in flames now."

"Fixed NPCs using an incorrect throw range when they can't move. This sometimes caused them to, say, throw explosives on their own heads."

"Fixed NPCs sometimes successfully landing jumps that shouldn't be possible. Like through ceilings."

"You can no longer trade with sleeping characters."

"Fixed overhead dialogues still playing above the souls of dead characters - represented as blue wisps - in the epilogue camp. Lae'zel will no longer urgently proclaim 'Repositioning!' when you make her little wisp move around."

"Killing Omeluum or Blurg of the Society of Brilliance will now break your paladin oath. Because they're nice and you're not."

"Picking up fish from the beach at the Emerald Grove is no longer a crime. They take their vegetarianism very seriously, those druids."

"You can now no longer spawn infinite fish at the Emerald Grove beach. No wonder that bear smells."

"Told Art Cullagh to please stop singing during the combat when Isobel's being abducted."

"You can no longer trade with Voss when he ambushes you at the base of High Hall."

"If you escape prison and then return to your cell and close the door without being noticed by anyone allied to the arresting guards, you will no longer be considered a fugitive."

"Fixed a bug where a status could carry over from the final battle to the beginning of the epilogue, potentially killing the players."

"You can now clean your body and clothes in a fountain in the House of Hope's boudoir. Sometimes it's nice to freshen up before a big event."

"Fixed Scratch not feeling like playing in camp beyond Act I after partying too hard at the camp celebration."

"Minthara no longer speaks more about Shadowheart than Shadowheart does about herself."

"You'll no longer see text telling you that Gale approves of something if he's not even nearby to see what happened."

"Jaheira's memory in her old age was failing her, and she could tell you about Minsc twice if you left her in camp but advanced her quest multiple steps. Now she's much better at remembering what she told you, and will only prompt it the once."

"Good boys Scratch and the owlbear cub will now play together in any camp, not just the main one in the wilderness from Act I."

"Cerys will now leave your camp after the camp celebration in Act I. We know it's sometimes hard to ask the last person to leave the party, so we've done it for you."

"Fixed Rugan being upset with you for trespassing after saving him from impending doom. You're welcome, Rugan."

"Florrick now looks appropriately grimy and sweaty after escaping Waukeen's Rest."

"Lae'zel will no longer become hostile towards you, thinking you left the inquisitor's office in Crèche Y'llek while waiting to fulfil Vlaakith's orders, when you only jumped on one of the platforms in the corner."

"Fixed Smythin in the Goblin Camp sometimes getting stuck in a cowering animation. He's a little braver now."

"Rugan is no longer 'too busy' to thank you after you free him in the Zhentarim Hideout."

"One of the teenagers in the Crèche Y'llek will now tend to his cleaning tasks. He may or may not have been chastised for shirking his duties."

"Fixed a bug with Bernard in the Arcane Tower not giving you a reward if you previously befriended the squirrel in the Emerald Grove."

"Fixed a couple of goblins in the Goblin Camp not really doing much at all if you free Sazza."

"Rotated Barth and Remira near the Emerald Grove gate so they would shout in the right direction."

"The nurses in the House of Healing have remembered that they are capable of speech and will now react to crimes properly."

"Dame Aylin now permits all players to behold her radiance in the cutscene when ascending from the Shadowfell rather than just the one who freed her."

"Isobel and Marcus will no longer stop their epic confrontation at Last Light just because someone commits a petty crime nearby."

"In rare cases, Jaheira could be Frightened in the combat with Ketheric and end up so scared she doesn't show up to resolve the conflict in the Shadow-Cursed Lands. She now overcomes her terror."

"Bards can no longer say they saved Jaheira's Harper scouts when they did no such thing."

"Fixed some guards by the fountain at Last Light who were trying to speak each other's lines."

"Now you can convince Ch'r'ai Har'rak to go away in different ways."

"Mayrina will no longer still be Bloodless in Act III if Astarion bit her in Act I."

"Wyll no longer leaves the party when you commit a crime in the High Hall. With the city in ruin, the petty crime dramatics seemed a little extreme."

"A few more people around Baldur's Gate will notice if an article has been printed about you in the newspaper."

"Lumbar will no longer react as if you didn't pay for the privilege of hitting him if the single strike had different damage types." (Ah this explains why Hector got that weird reaction. XD)

"Vicar Humbletoes will no longer do a weird shrug before praying."

"Prevented Karlach's death scene from triggering if a solo player chooses to detonate while playing as Avatar Gale."

"Fixed Lae'zel talking inaccurately about Ptaris, for example suggesting he's dead when he's... literally right there."

"Auntie Ethel will no longer send you a letter written by Zevlor in the epilogue."

"If you part ways with Shadowheart and hide in the Underdark as a mind flayer, she won't forget and think you've spent the last sixth months together in the epilogue. Classic Shadowheart, always forgetting things."

"The Emperor will no longer send you a cheerful letter in the epilogue camp if you ate his brains."

"You can no longer invite the owlbear cub to live with you and Halsin in the epilogue if you do not, in fact, live with Halsin."

"Fixed avatar characters incorrectly getting assigned the Dream Guardian's skin colour in Character Creation on controller."

"The fish barrels in the Underdark, that clearly look like they have fish in them, now actually contain fish instead of tarts."

"You can no longer casually go walkies in the middle of a chasm in the Decrepit Village in the Underdark."

"Removed a platform in Grymforge that looked like it was accessible and was tricking a few of you into trying to jump on it to access the Gauntlet of Shar."

"You can no longer disappear into a couple of rocks near the mephits in Grymforge. Sorry."

"Added a new animation for Cranium Rats. They can now stand up on their hind leggies."

"Corpses thrown from your inventory now look dead rather than alive. As is right."

"Fixed missing sounds in Active Search. (We found them hidden under some rocks in Act I.)"

"Fixed a basket of onions claiming to be a fruit basket, and other issues with lying baskets."

"Gave the dogs at the Sword Coast Couriers names. Because they're the best boys."

"Lae'zel no longer slides or teleports away during her Epilogue dialogue."

"Made general improvements to Boo's animations. The hamster is a little less jittery."

"Fixed the goblet flying out of your hand when talking to Jaheira at Last Light. We knew you were suspicious of it, but you don't have to be so dramatic."

This is a tiny fraction of the full set of changes/improvements/fixes listed in the patch notes and once again I am tremendously impressed. As I said last time - this game has a breadth of scope and ambition that repeatedly takes my breath away and I am mindboggled at the amount of work being put into it.

Very excited to finish out Act 3 in the coming weeks!

#bjk talks #patch notes #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #patch 6 #larian studios

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ohforficsakelibrary · 4 months

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The Margay: Chapter 7

Apologize to Housekeeping

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Summary: Santiago recruits Frankie to contract for a covert agency that pairs them with danger in more ways than one. A series of one-shot snippets taking place during and around missions.

Pairing: Frankie Morales x Sniper!OFC

Word Count: ~1K words (short, spicy, and a tiny bit sweet.)

Rating: Explicit 18+ / oral (f receiving) / language / Minors DNI

A/N: Pussy-eating king Frankie Morales strikes again. That's it. That's the summary. And maybe these two are finally starting to feel something.

Divider by @cafekitsune!

Francisco Morales has a particular talent for what the government would call “Enhanced Interrogation Techniques.”

Audrey calls it what everyone else does.

Torture.

She’s dripping with sweat at the creases in her elbows and the bends behind her knees.

Frankie’s forearm that’s laid across her stomach keeps slipping.

And yet he’s unfazed. Delivering one slow lick to her every few seconds. Sometimes to her clit with the tip of his tongue. Other times over her dripping core. Sometimes he lets the flat of his teeth slip against her. Other times he kisses her lips like he would her mouth.

If it was information he wanted she would have given it up ages ago.

She’s been trying to give him her cunt for the last hour.

But Francisco is a methodical man. And he chooses instead to hold her sprawled out, arms tangled with her legs. Pinning her down. Holding her open with his index and middle finger to get to the leaking pink of her.

She wants desperately to wind her fingers in his hair but she'd take chunks of it for her own, and so she takes it out on the sheets instead.

He’s been holding her on the edge of an orgasm for the last forty minutes.

“Frankie, I can’t,” she gasps, “I can’t do this anymore.”

“You can.” He says, softly. Matter-of-factly, lazily dipping his tongue inside her, bicep flexing as he anticipates her writhing and holds her down to the bed. The bridge of his nose catches her clit and she keens like a creature that’s about to gnaw its own limb off.

“Sound so beautiful, baby," he hums. "Breathe for me?”

“I hate you.”

“You don’t. Breathe, baby.”

Frankie hikes one knee up and angles his hips to press his weeping cock into the mattress. The pad of one thumb brushes feather-light against her clit and it burns.

“Frankiiieeeee,” she whines as his mouth replaces it, mustache scraping over her clit as he does.

Her whimpering makes his cock throb.

“Listen to you,” he whispers, “most dangerous woman in the world,” a stripe licked broad over her core, “begging,” a light suck at her clit, “for me?”

His tongue dips inside of her again and the tip of it curls.

So do her toes.

“Please,” she pants.

“Mmph.” He mouths at her. “Begging because of me.”

And she allows it because she knows it’s not sadism behind his words.

It’s awe.

She feels heat creep up her thighs and he feels her breathing pick up under his forearm. The way she’s clawing at the sheets is different this time.

Frankie can’t hold her any longer.

So he doesn’t.

He latches his full mouth to as much of her as he can and hollows his cheeks, sucking hard as his tongue lazes over her clit.

Pleasure slams into her like a 100-foot wave.

And she drowns.

Over and over again, she drowns in him.

Where one orgasm ends and the other begins, she can’t tell.

She’s hysterical.

Outside of her mind but very much in her body.

She’s aware of how he moves with her, arching up and following her hips so his mouth can stay with her.

The wide hands that pull her back down again and hold her to his face.

The forearm that weights one thigh.

The tongue that plunges inside her to taste nectar straight from the source.

The vibration of growls that thrum straight through her.

She’s briefly aware of a grunt from deep in his chest that causes his mouth to fall open before he kisses her cunt again and it overtakes her once more.

The delirium.

When she finally finds herself, it's to the sound of laughter.

Hers.

She finds tears wetting her lashes.

And Frankie’s fingers laced like a vice with her own.

Audrey angles her eyes down at where he’s still cradled between her legs.

He’s wrecked.

He’s red with heat. Everywhere.

Wet hair plastered to his forehead. Nostrils flaring where he’s fighting for breath. One hand still wrapped around the top of her thigh. Lips flushed and swollen and fallen open.

His face from the bridge of his nose down is glistening with the slick of her.

Brown eyes are perhaps the widest she’s ever seen them.

Waiting for her. On tenterhooks.

And then.

Frankie smiles.

Smiles with round, wet cheeks and mirth-crinkled eyes.

Smiles with all of his teeth.

And Audrey swallows hard against the oxytocin searing through her blood.

The fire masquerading as love.

“Baby,” she purrs and he returns her stare with soft eyes, rubbing his scruffy cheek against the inside of her thigh. Tipping his face to lay a soft kiss there.

“Frankie, let me…you must be…you need…” She babbles, uncoordinated fingers reaching for him.

“Oh baby, I already did. I’m sorry,” he climbs up her body to fit against her side, mouthing and nipping at her shoulder. “I couldn’t help it, baby, you looked—” his fingers tip her face to his and he presses his lips to whatever he can reach, wetting her cheeks with her own release. “—so beautiful. So beautiful, gatita." He buries his face into the curve of her shoulder, sucking on soft, sweaty skin, "The uh—the wet spot ’s not just you.”

And Audrey’s boneless when she curls into his chest, her head fitting under his chin.

“Don’t apologize to me,” she whispers, tucking a kiss against his flushed, strong neck. “Apologize to housekeeping. These sheets are…filthy.”

And Frankie laughs, warm and rich into her hair.

“I need a shower,” lazes out of her mouth. Mumbled through the haze of pleasure. She’s fading fast.

“In a bit, baby.” His fingertips ghost up and down her spine and he hums in satisfaction as his own eyes start to slip closed.

“We’ll leave a big tip tomorrow.”

But she doesn’t hear him. She’s lost to the world.

Languid and sated and safe in his arms.

And before Francisco slips off into sleep he thinks of how precious this gift that she gives him is.

How she lets him hold her. Move her.

Peel her open and bite at her flesh.

How she lets him take her heart in his fist.

And trusts him not to squeeze.

She lets him care for her.

She returns to him.

She stays.

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Jenna, can you give us a rundown of who these Saw people are for everyone who follows you but has not seen and will never see the Saw franchise?

ok my beautiful and very accepting followers gather round i am going to try to provide you some basic context to these characters that feature heavily on this blog these days, and i HAVE smoked a bowl of weed already

majorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr fucking series spoilers for anyone who might actually kind of be interested

mkay first of all despite what my blog might lead you to believe, this guy is like. the OG antagonist. the main dude for the whole franchise even when hes not technically present for most plotlines. all of his scenes are baller af

his name is John Kramer and he is the original Jigsaw Killer. He truly believes he can rehabilitate people who dont appreciate their lives (or commit crimes or take advantage of people) by putting them in saw traps. he pretends its not personal but it totally is. hes always putting people he personally beefs with in traps.

hes deeply fucked up but also really fascinating tbh like the whole fun of his character is seeing what reason hes gonna come up with to justify his next atrocity and how he manipulates everyone around him into doing his bidding. hes a mastermind. hes also Peepaw. Peepaw is kind of crazy but we love Peepaw

This is Billy hes a puppet

Billy is good

This is Adam Stanheight everyones favorite dead boy

hes so funny and charming and is also such a sopping wet pathetic sad rat. everyone loves Adam. We love pretending Adam is gonna come back but hes been super dead for years

This is Lawrence Gordon the guy he was stuck in the bathroom with and he does, yes, saw his foot off to free himself from his chain. hes an oncologist

everyone loves shipping him with Adam, thats called Chainshipping and its very cute but also very sad

esp because Lawrence turns to the dark side and becomes an apprentice to Jigsaw and never went back to save Adam like he PROMISED what the FUCK

but also i love Apprentice!Lawrence because of all the nutty implications and what other fun it has given us (such as AUs where Adam lives and even sometimes joins Lawrence as an apprentice himself)

This is Amanda Young she has many,. haircuts

I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER I LOVE HER 😭😭😭😭 Shes an apprentice to Jigsaw and his pseudo adopted daughter and they have such a fucked up and tragic found family with each other.

i love that shes messy and emotional and vengeful and sarcastic and battling personal demons and questioning whether John's "rehabilitation" method really works (aka saw traps) and being unsure if she can take up the mantle when he passes. but he believes in her. and god they make me fucking emotional

this is Lynn Denlon shes a doctor kidnapped to treat John's cancer. and people ship her with Amanda, thats Shotgunshipping. it goes pretty hard tbh

like their scenes go fucking crazy through a shipping lens oh my fucking god. actually they all do tbh thats part of the fun of shipping in this franchise

oh boy big sigh here we go

this is Detective Mark Hoffman who is unfortunately my favorite character and i am REALLy high now. if u ever get confused like MANY of us did, you can recognize him by his bitch lips and/or boobies. ugh im gonna throw up i hate his ass

that last one oh my fucking god

anyway hes actually awful but i love him so much and at first i was scared that i was the only one who did LMAO.. anyway he also gets recruited by Jigsaw as another apprentice when he was in a very dark place, having just killed the murderer of his little sister. he made it look like a saw trap to frame Jigsaw.

but Jigsaw found out & was like nuh uh bitch you're working for me now, or else I'm telling on you.

But then Hoffman was like guess what bitch I LOVE it here and i LOVE killing. he becomes the Jigsquad problem child and proceeds to kill or manipulate everyone he needed to so he could be the sole "Jigsaw" remaining. But he's sloppy and paranoid af so the FBI is on his ass from day 1. And the more he kills, the sloppier he gets, and the more frantic and unable to dig himself out of this hole he gets. and the more violent and crazy he gets. But the more crazy he gets, the more he keeps evading death like a cockroach. For real, watching his downfall was the major appeal of his character for me, and the start of my downfall..ing in love with him. lord almighty

anyway everyone hates his ass and we LOVE bullying him!!!!! he deserves it. for all of the atrocities hes committed and also because hes such a smarmy little shit. even Amanda bullies him

and then we have Peter Strahm who shows up and hates Hoffman immediately, as you do. u can tell its him from his ridiculous eyelashes

and, YEAH, YOUVE GUESSED IT......... PEOPLE LIKE TO SHIP HIM WITH HOFFMAN.......... I KNOW..... RIGHT.... COULDNT BE ME.......

Because he is Hoffman's biggest adversary for two movies, knowingly in one. It's a classic cat and mouse game.

Anyway we love Peter Strahm!!!!! He's also an asshole! He's extremely hotheaded and short tempered but extremely passionate about the case. like, his dedication goes crazy. He's also quite the sassy bitch himself

but its BECAUSE he is also caring and emotional, especially towards his work partner Lindsey Perez WHO WE LOVE BECAUSE SHES AMAZING AND CARING AND SHE'S BEEN PETER'S PARTNER AND FRIEND FOR 5 YEARS THEY CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER I LOVE THEM

and those are the characters but ur probably like "what the fuck is up with the glass coffin" well my friends that is what us Hoffstrahmers refer to as our roman empire.

um i ran out of room for pictures :) but by now yall have seen the two traps reblogged and drawn by me a BILLION times, and those are: the water cube trap, and the glass coffin

so the deal with those:

the water cube trap: Strahm runs off to find Jigsaw himself after wildly following clues with no backup because he's so worked up from Perez getting hurt earlier and he sets off on revenge immediately. Hoffman catches him and puts him in the water cube.

It's meant to just kill him. he wasnt supposed to survive it. but Strahm is suddenly the main character when he fucking survives an unwinnable saw trap the fuckin crowd goes wild, it was fuckin sick dawg

and then through a series of Hoffman backstory flashbacks that he daydreams, he figures out the entirety of Hoffman's real secret identity and sets off to go catch him

and thats when he finds:

The Glass Coffin Trap: the instructions on the Jigsaw tape tell him to get into the coffin, it will hurt him but he will have a chance to survive. "do you trust me?" but he KNOWS its Hoffman and he doesnt trust that motherfucker so he doesnt get in. Hoffman approaches the scene, they get in a scuffle, and Strahm pushes him into the coffin and seals it.

but hoffman is like "neener neener poopoo you're an idiot" and tells him to listen to the rest of the tape. which tells him that if he doesnt get in the coffin, he's gonna fuckin die bro lmao rip

and so he does! hoffman, in the coffin, sinks into the ground like some cartoon villain and the walls close in and squeeze Strahm to death

anyway at first Coffinshipping to me was kind of a joke like just classic Asshole x Asshole, Enemies to Lovers, Hero x Villain shenanigans. Teehee what if they KISSED... in the COFFIN... and all.

but then i read exactly 1 fic and i was completely convinced entirely of the angst possibilities of these two. the "what if"s that were possible with them. the little Hoffstrahm community i found has been so fucking awesome their ideas are so fucking fun, and I'm having so much fun thinking of art of them and fics of them and ugh i love it here

#saw #jennilargh #jenna answers #coffinshipping #hoffstrahm

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nrdmssgs · 6 months

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Know your people

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Summary: this is practically Nikolai and Zhar fangirling over the newest Chimera member, Nak. Just nice cozy moments of getting to know each other. (Just Nikolai nailing mentoring) Happens waaaay after the Matters. Phayvanh "Nak" Sotsvahn belongs to @vasyandii

No TWs.

"I'm not asking, how they are built. Ok, just describe primary defensive methods for protecting against HEAT rounds!"

Zhar doesn't even fully wake up, when her brain starts forming an answer automatically. "Three primary methods are use of stand-off armour, composite armour and explosive reactive armour, or ERA. A stand-off armour is a light layer situated in front of the main armour. This causes the HEAT warhead-"

A broad palm falls on her shoulders, and she finally opens her eyes, immediately regretting this. A meeting room falls silent as two pairs of eyes watch her. Olga raises her head from the desk, on which she accidentally fell asleep, and curses under her breath.

"I'll go make some coffee." Zhar mutters and tries to get up from the table, but Nikolai pulls her towards him for a short moment.

"Go sleep on a couch in my office. This one is stubborn - she won't calm down, till she knows this all by heart."

Nikolai gestures at a pile of schemes, texts and charts laying in front of Phayvanh, who, taking advantage of the moment, quickly repeats the material she is learning.

Zhar sighs and leaves them two to their over-protracted lesson. She was almost sure, it was illegal in some countries to deprive such a young person of sleep, right after her very first mission. Of course, every soldier, and Olga herself went through this: endless trainings, lessons, tests, deployments. But it was easier to do it all by herself, than to witness, how others have to walk down this path.

Nikolai loved to mock Olga for recruiting Krueger. "Your golden child is too stubborn for you to teach him new tricks. You wanted a seasoned professional - you got yourself one! Only he has no interest whatsoever in learning from you, commander... If I were you - I'd find someone fresh and raise them."

Usually at such moments, Zhar would look up at him and answer, “Says the guy who hired me, someone almost your age...”

"You, moye nebo, were raised by my best friend, so that doesn't count!"

That dialogue kept repeating every now and then, until Nikolai introduced Nak to others. One of the youngest members of Chimera, she was immediately assigned to the combat group, skipping a common for members of her age stage of work in the office. Zhar shared Nikolais excitement about such an incredible talented and hard-working soldier, but deep inside she was worried, that Nik will push his apprentice to the limits, just to prove his point.

Every time, Olga tried to steal Phayvanh away to give her time to rest, Nikolai was already there, behind Zhars back, whispering softly, but menacingly 'hands off, love, go train your German disaster, if you have that much free time'.

The more she watched Nikolai drill Phayvanh, the more she recognized so familiar John Price intonations in his voice. This reassured her, that Nak was safe with Nikolai.

That was, of course, until one evening Olga led her team back to the base and met Nik, preparing to meet the other group in the hangar.

"Didn't know, we were doing that infiltration this day as well. Who was on it?" Zhar already got used to Nikolai, checking if she got back unwounded, so she tries to find out fresh statuses of all their teams, while he practically scans her gear.

"Mhm, they did great, by the way. Syd is already back, Sebastian and Phayvanh will be back any minute."

Zhar frowns. "Don't tell me, you left Nak alone with Krueger... For fuck’s sake, Nik, our goal is to train her - not traumatize!"

Nikolai only chuckles, "I know my people, love. Phayvanh won't let that guy traumatize her. Never."

"You don't know what you are talking about! Krueger can be unbearable, when it comes to teamwork! Ok, I'll need a blanket for her... and maybe a bat for him." Olga takes off her gloves and grumbles something, and Nikolai laughs louder. Finally, he takes her by the shoulders and carefully turns her to face the entrance to the hangar where the car had just stopped.

Zhar awaits screams, swearing, the appearance of Krueger’s dissatisfied face, Nak’s cheeks shiny with tears. Her palms instinctively clench into fists. First, Krueger gets out of the car. Usually, by the end of the mission, he is always pissed with something: it doesn’t matter - with himself or those around him, in any case, it’s better not to fall into his hands. But now his face is surprisingly calm. Nak also gets out and whistles a low melody as she collects her ammunition, and Kruger calmly and patiently waits for her at the hangar doors to help her put everything in its place in the warehouse.

"Am I dreaming, or is this guy really doesn't try to eat anyone alive?" Olga relaxes and leans back against Nikolais chest.

He is happy, Zhar doesn't see his shit-eating grin, that might have ruined the moment. "Know your people, love. It's a two-way lane: we teach them the ways of war - they teach us their ways."

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod oc #phayvanh nak sotsvahn #cod mw oc #KruegerNak #oc x canon #cod #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #call of duty mw2 #cod nikolai #nikolai cod #nikolai reboot call of duty #cod krueger #krueger cod #sebastian krueger

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dccomicsimagines · 2 years

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The New Recruit - Kaldur’ahm x Reader

Requested by Anon - A story about the justice league employing new recruits in the young justice. Kaldur is both annoyed and in love with one new girl.

Requested by Anon - Can I get a fic where Kaldur falls in love with some badass girl after she rides on his moto to trash some criminal?

Requested by blackafricanqueen - Can I get a fix where Kaldur is both annoyed and in love with a justice league new recruit?

Slight spoilers for season four ahead...

***

Kaldur crossed his arms, eyeing the new recruits standing in the main area of the Watchtower. He and Artemis stood together to one side as Black Lightning addressed the new members. “Black Lightning believes these are the key for the league to stay current with the times?” he asked, glancing at Artemis.

Artemis shrugged. “Yeah, he says we need more diversity.” She snorted. “Diversity in abilities and training anyway.”

Kaldur hummed as Black Lightning finished and gestured for Kaldur to join him. Artemis gave him a supportive look as Kaldur left her side. “This is Aquaman. He’ll be in charge of getting you settled and trained on the League’s methods.” Kaldur barely hid his wince. Why did he become the League’s trainer? Couldn’t Batman do it?

Suddenly, one girl, maybe slightly younger than Kaldur, raised her hand. Black Lightning chuckled at the sight before nodding to her. “Is he Aquaman number one, two, or three? Isn’t there three Aquamans now?”

Kaldur narrowed his eyes at her. She just smiled back cheekily. “He’s the second Aquaman,” Black Lightning said, a smirk on his face. “Now I’ll leave you to him.” Black Lightning turned and walked out of the room.

“What now, sir?” the militant-looking recruit asked, relaxing slightly. He must be ex-military, Kaldur guessed. Jefferson never did give Kaldur the files on any of the new recruits. He’ll have to find them later.

“Now we will train.” Kaldur gestured for them to follow him as he turned to lead them deeper into the Watchtower.

“Yes, Aqua Two.” Kaldur looked over his shoulder at the girl. Annoying girl.

“Aquaman is fine,” Kaldur said shortly.

“But what if all the Aquamans are in the same place, then I’d have to call you Aqua Two, so might as well start now.” The girl grinned. Kaldur sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before looking away. The other two recruits were wonderfully silent. Kaldur led them toward the training room, planning to put the annoying girl through more rounds with higher difficulty as a result.

***

“Is that it?” You panted, grinning at Aqua Two as he frowned deeply. You knew you pushed him too far and he was punishing you. It was very enjoyable to see him become more and more dissatisfied as you met every one of his challenges. Every part of your body ached. You were slowing down. Hopefully, Aqua Two will give up before you do.

“No.” Aqua Two gestured for the other two recruits to leave. “You are done for the day. See you tomorrow.” They quickly left. “I will run another simulation.”

You sighed, taking a moment to catch your breath. However, the simulation started immediately and you barely ducked to avoid a giant ax flying at your head. A huge Viking man formed out of thin air. You smirked and grabbed the ax as he took another swing. Riding the ax up in the air as he attempted to throw you off, you flipped over him to land a kick to his lower back. He stumbled allowing you to flip around him and perform a nerve strike to his neck. The Viking fell hard and disappeared. Two Vikings appeared the moment the other disappeared. You took a deep breath before standing your ground.

***

“Kaldur, aren’t you taking this a bit far? You had her in there for hours,” Raquel said, appearing at Kaldur’s side. Kaldur flinched. He should have heard her come in.

“This new recruit has an attitude problem.” Kaldur crossed his arms. He noticed you were slowing down. You took a hit to the face, toppling over. However, you recovered quickly, rolling back to your feet and taking down the Viking.

Raquel hummed. “You have to stop. This is Wonder Woman’s program. It will kill her.” She reached around and turned it off. You froze as the Vikings disappeared. Kaldur clicked his tongue. Raquel rolled her eyes and turned to you. “Go to the med bay. That last hit must have really hurt.”

“I’m good.” You grinned despite the blood dripping from your mouth. “Ready to keep going, Aqua Two? If you are still up for it?”

Kaldur blushed as Raquel glanced back at him with a smirk. “You’re done. Go home, (Y/N). We’ll see you here tomorrow.” Raquel waved you off and eyed Kaldur. You waved cheerfully and limped out of the room. “So you’re punishing her for teasing you?”

“It is improper.” Kaldur pursed his lips, realizing he was taking out his frustrations on you. Truth was, he didn’t like having to share the Aquaman name. It was the way it had to be, but it certainly led to several situations he didn’t appreciate. For example, being called in when they actually wanted Orin. Very irritating.

“She is just teasing you, Kaldur. No different than how I would.” Raquel shook her head. “I’ll have a word with her to lay off, but don’t take your frustrations out on the newbie because she annoys you.” She crossed her arms.

Kaldur sighed, dropping his shoulders. “I...You are right.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Check on her for me.” He met Raquel’s eye. “I will apologize to her once I have time to...calm down.”

Raquel nodded, patting Kaldur’s shoulder. “Don’t take what she does personally. I’m the one who recruited her. She’s sassy, but her heart is in the right place.” Raquel walked out of the room. Kaldur watched her go before heading toward the zeta tubes to go back to Atlantis.

***

You couldn’t believe you had survived this long in the League. After the first day, you assumed you would be pushed out, but here you were on your first official Justice League mission. You brushed off your brand new suit even though you received it only a hour before.

“(Y/N), are you paying attention?” Aqua Two snapped, nudging your arm as he passed. You jerked back into reality. He waved for you to follow him. You hurried along, smiling brightly at the thought of being partnered with Aqua Two. This is a chance to proof yourself to him.

“I am. Ready to join you on guard duty.” You nudged him back. He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as he led you toward the zeta tube. You knew you were annoying him again with just your eagerness, but you didn’t care. Today was the day.

***

“It’s not every day you get to see the president in person,” you said as you sat on the edge of the roof next to Aqua Two. “He looks taller on TV.”

Aqua Two hummed in response, standing next to you as he scanned the crowd below. The Justice League was asked to provide extra security for the president when intel about an assassination attempt was revealed. An assassination attempt by a super villain nevertheless.

“No sign of any suspicious activity over here,” Plastic Man reported through the comlink.

“Nothing here,” you said before Aqua Two could speak. He narrowed his eyes at you. You shrugged. “What? I can speak too. Otherwise, why give me a comm?”

“Quiet.” He turned away from you, studying the crowd below. You looked too. Several minutes of silence passed. The crowd grew as the president began his speech. You listened, smiling when the president cracked a joke to lighten the mood. Aqua Two’s eyes were on you. You glanced at him. He blushed when you caught him looking.

You gave him a smile before examining the other roof tops. Nothing seemed to be out of place until you saw a slight flash of light reflecting on metal. Moving fast, you threw one of your shurikens just in time to stop a throwing knife from hitting the President in the chest. The assassin stepped out of the shadows and made eye contact with you. “Brutale.”

Aqua Two was giving orders through the comms, but you weren’t paying attention. Suddenly, Brutale threw another knife, but toward you. You were about to duck only for Aqua Two to tackle you to the ground. “Pay attention,” he growled as he rolled off you quickly and jumped to his feet.

“I was.” You hopped to your feet to see Brutale still on the roof. “I’m going after him,” you said before turning to look at Aqua Two. He looked back at you with a hint of concern in his eyes.

“You’re not ready for this.” He grabbed your arm, squeezing tight. Out of the corner of your eye, you watched the president being escorted inside the building by Plastic Man and one of the other new recruits. Brutale watched the president before looking back at you.

You licked your lips. Brutale stepped back into the shadows. “I’m sorry, but I have to.” You jerked away from Aqua Two and fired your new grapple gun to give chase.

***

“Foolish,” Kaldur mumbled under his breath as he watched you go. He tapped his comm. “Is the president safe?”

“Yes, sir. The president is secure,” the recruit said. “Have we captured the assassin?”

“No, (Y/N) and I are in pursuit.” Kaldur ran for the fire escape and quickly climbed down the stairs. “Stay with the president.” He jumped down into the street, dodging the crowd when he saw you and Brutale fighting in the middle of the stage where the president had just been. Kaldur pushed past people, fighting his way to you. “(Y/N), I’m here. Keep him there.”

“Working on it,” you replied as you dodged several throwing knives. One nicked your cheek, but you kept fighting. Kaldur jumped into the fight. Brutale fell back once he realized he was outnumbered. Moving fast, he hopped into the crowd. You and Kaldur shared a quick look. Kaldur held up three fingers. You smiled before sprinting off to the right. Kaldur moved left. He felt proud you had memorized the signals so fast.

Brutale reached a motorcycle that was waiting for him on the street. He hopped on and drove off. “Crap.” You ran up next to Kaldur. Kaldur hummed, tapping his wrist to call his motorcycle. He had it hidden nearby, sensing it would be needed. Your eyes widened as it parked itself next to Kaldur. “Wow, do I get one of those?”

“Maybe. For now, you ride with me.” Kaldur climbed on. You eyed him before snuggling in behind him. Your arms tight around his waist. Kaldur felt a blush come to his cheeks. Luckily, you couldn’t see. Maybe you weren’t so annoying after all? Maybe even a little cute? He shook his head before zooming off after Brutale.

Kaldur followed Brutale closely. “Get alongside him,” you whispered. Kaldur tensed, feeling your breath on his ear. His body buzzed excitedly. He took a deep breath, pushing his thoughts aside. Brutale attempted to throw a few knives at Kaldur’s tires, but he dodged them.

Your arms left Kaldur’s waist. He felt your hands on his shoulders. A glance behind revealed you were standing on the motorcycle seat. “What are you doing?”

“I got this.” You patted his shoulder with one hand as he sped up to catch up with Brutale. Suddenly, you jumped onto Brutale’s cycle. He attempted to stab you, but you dodged it and attached yourself around his neck. Kaldur dropped back, watching worriedly.

With one jerk of the handles, Brutale’s motorcycle turned sharply, sending you and Brutale into the air. The cycle rolled several time. Kaldur slammed on his brakes. His heart stopped when he saw you hit the ground. The cycle flew over you and landed on Brutale who crashed on the ground after you. He heard a terrible snap.

“(Y/N)?!” Kaldur dropped his motorcycle and ran to your side. He tapped his comm. “We need medical assistance immediately.” Kaldur checked your pulse. He frowned at the blood pooling by your head. “(Y/N)? Can you hear me?”

You moaned, opening your eyes. “That hurt.” Your lips cracked that annoying, yet wonderful smile. “Did we get Brutale?”

“Yes, he is over there.” Kaldur glanced over at him. Brutale moved slightly, but he wasn’t going to be able to get away. Kaldur focused his attention back on you when you hissed. “Don’t move.”

“I think I broke my arm, Aqua Two.” You grinned when Kaldur narrowed his eyes.

“Hush now.” Kaldur sighed in relief as an ambulance arrived. “Never do anything like that again.”

“We got him,” you said, closing your eyes.

“You got him.” Kaldur pulled away as the paramedic came up. He went over to join the paramedic by Brutale to make sure he didn’t try to escape. Your laughter filled his ears and he knew you’d be okay.

***

A few hours later, you laid in your hospital bed. The TV played some old western. You watched it listlessly, wishing the pain in your body to go away. Apparently, they gave you some drugs, but the pain was still there.

A knock on the door frame cheered you up. You grinned, looking over at the door to see Aqua Two standing there with a bouquet of flowers. A smile pulled at your lips. Did he really get your flowers?

“Hi,” you said when he didn’t move, staring at your cast.

“Hello.” He shook his head, stepping inside. “The doctor said you are alright.”

“Yeah, just some broken bones. They want to keep me overnight for observation.” You gestured to the chair with your good arm. He took the seat before handing you the flowers. “Thank you.” You held them to your nose, breathing in their scent.

“I was told flowers are a customary gift for an injured person.” Aqua Two smiled tightly as you set the flowers in your lap. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. The painkillers aren’t kicking in super fast, but I’ll live.” You leaned back against your pillows. “Is Brutale in custody?”

Aqua Two nodded. “He is. You did a good job.”

You smiled, thinking it was only a few weeks ago when he was punishing you for being cheeky. “You did too. Couldn’t have done it if you weren’t driving.”

A nurse came in to check on your vitals. She glanced between you and Aqua Two. You bit your lip while Aqua Two blushed. “Everything looks good. Call us if you need anything,” the nurse said, sending you a wink as she shut the door to your room behind her.

“Tomorrow...” Aqua Two stopped and cleared his throat. Eyes on the floor. You watched him, smiling happily. “Would you allow me to escort you home from the hospital tomorrow?”

You reached out to take his hand. “I would appreciate that.” Your heart skipped a beat, his hand felt so strong. “Thanks Aqua Two.”

“Kaldur.” You blinked in surprise. He looked up at you, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. “You may call me Kaldur.”

“Kaldur,” you said, testing the name on your lips. You liked it. He entwined his fingers with yours. Your skin electrized at the touch. “That’s a nice name.”

The two of you fell into conversation and the time slipped away. Eventually, you didn’t even notice the pain anymore.

#kaldur'ahm #kaldur'ahm x reader #kaldur'ahm imagine #kaldur #kaldur x reader #kaldur imagine #aquaman #aquaman x reader #aquaman imagine #dc comics imagines #dc reader insert #yj imagine #yj x reader #young justice imagine #young justice

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the-garbanzo-annex-jr · 8 months

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The news that Palestinian Authority summer camps are training children to use weapons and glorify terrorists is a troubling reminder that some regimes view children as little more than tools to be exploited.

Hundreds of thousands of children have been used as soldiers in various international conflicts in recent decades, according to human rights groups.

The Ugandan rebel group known as the “Lord’s Resistance Army” has made the abduction and enslavement of children “its main method of recruitment,” experts say.

In Bolivia, an estimated 40% of the army consists of teenagers who were forcibly conscripted.

The participation of Palestinian Arab children in terrorism against Israelis has become so commonplace that it has attracted the attention of Palestinian advocates in the United States. They’ve persuaded a handful of members of Congress to introduce legislation to restrict U.S. aid to Israel if the Israeli military detains minors who engage in violence.

A Nazi Version of Cinderella

Dictators in previous generations likewise prioritized training children to hate and kill. Adolf Hitler, for example, viewed Germany’s schools as a breeding ground for raising an entire generation of Nazis.

Following Hitler’s rise to power, German school curricula were radically revised to reflect Nazi ideas, and traditional text books were replaced with Nazi versions. Biology texts now advocated the theory of “Aryan” racial superiority. Atlases focused on the alleged danger to Germany posed by surrounding nations and the supposed theft from Germany of various territories. History books presented justifications for renewed German militarism. The Nazis even concocted their own version of Cinderella, with the prince choosing a racially pure young heroine and rebuffing her racially alien stepmother.

At a press conference in September 1934, President Franklin D. Roosevelt expressed concern that the German government seemed to be preparing young people for war with Germany’s neighbors. He related a story he heard from an American tourist in Germany, about an eight year-old German boy who in his bedtime prayers each night would say, “Dear God, please permit it that I shall die with a French bullet in my heart.”

Unfortunately, that did not change FDR’s policy of maintaining friendly diplomatic and trade relations with Nazi Germany in the 1930s.

Disney Exposes the Nazis

During World War Two, Disney created a series of short cartoon films to support the American war effort and expose the nature of Nazism. They were shown in movie theaters, prior to the main feature. One especially striking nine-minute film was called “Education for Death: The Making of the Nazi.”

The storyline follows a German child, Hans, as the Nazi school system turns him into a worshipper of Hitler. When Hans’s teacher shows the pupils a fox capturing and eating a rabbit, Hans makes the innocent mistake of expressing sympathy for “the poor rabbit.” As punishment, he has to put on a dunce camp and sit in a corner, while another student gives the “correct” answer: “The world belongs to the strong…The rabbit is a coward and deserves to die.”

Finally surrendering to peer pressure, Hans agrees that the rabbit was “a weakling” who got what it deserved. The teacher then provides the moral of the story: the German people are “an unconquerable super race” who will “destroy all weak and cowardly nations.”

The Disney narrator describes how Hans’s upbringing then proceeds with endless “marching and ‘Heil’-ing, ‘Heil’-ing and marching.” The little boy becomes almost a robot, blindly heeding the Nazi Party’s orders to “trample on the rights of others.” The narrator concludes: “For now his education is complete–his education for death.”

Nazi-educated German children filled the ranks of the Hitler Youth movement. Its members took part in numerous atrocities, from forcing Vienna’s Jews to scrub the streets with toothbrushes in 1938, to the mass shooting of Jews swimming from sinking boats in the German harbor of Lubeck, just before Germany’s surrender in 1945.

In addition, many of those who graduated from Hitler Youth joined the Gestapo and participated in the mass murder of European Jewry. While other branches of the Nazi apparatus collapsed or surrendered in the waning days of World War II, Hitler Youth remained fanatically loyal to their Fuhrer to the very end, which is why they are often mentioned in accounts of atrocities that were perpetrated in the spring of 1945.

Menachem Weinryb, an Auschwitz survivor who was forced to take part in a death march from Poland to Germany, later recalled how when the prisoners reached the Belsen area on April 13, 1945, the German guards went to a nearby town “and returned with a lot of young people from the Hitler Youth [and local policemen]…They chased us all into a large barn…we were five to six thousand people…[They] poured out petrol and set the barn on fire. Several thousand people were burned alive.”

#palestinian authority #palestinian authority summer camps #child soldiers #palestinian child soldiers #nazis #hitler

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BenxJacob Week Day 4: Injury

TW: Gore, injury, and blood. Plus a mild sexual joke.

Read it on AO3: Awkward Awakening - Turtle_The_Bean - Criminal Case (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own]

The first thing Jacob noticed as he woke up was the itchy feeling on his hand. He looked down to see an IV connected to his hand, which was also connected to a bag of what was presumably blood. He couldn’t quite remember what happened, but apparently, he had lost enough blood to need a transfusion. He did feel a bit lightheaded from the blood loss but overall didn’t feel any different.

He heard the door to his bedroom fling open as Ben stood there, seemingly panicked over whatever had just happened. He gave a smile, but it was when Ben hugged him that he finally started to realise what had really happened to him. He went to return the hug and realised that he couldn’t feel his left hand on the back of his shirt. In fact, he couldn’t feel any part of his left arm.

He looked over at his left arm. It wasn’t there.

The memories started slowly coming back to him. He was fighting a werewolf that had attacked him while he was out getting some firewood. He remembered teeth sinking into his arm before the excruciating pain as his shoulder was ripped straight out of its socket. He must’ve passed out sometime afterwards because he couldn’t quite remember his arm being completely ripped off.

“Jake, are you-“ Ben started before being cut off.

“Wolfsbane. Do we have any?” Jacob asked, concerned about the effects of being bitten by the werewolf.

“Yes…why?”

“Rub some on me; I need to test something.”

“That’s a bit of a weird ask, but okay.” Ben picked up some of the wolfsbane from their stash and rubbed it on Jacob’s leg.

While he was prepared for a burning sensation on his leg, Jacob was thankful it didn’t happen. He breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he hadn’t been turned.

Still, he was now left with one arm. It would most certainly make hunting a lot more difficult, not to mention trying to explain this to people who would be nosy enough to ask him. Ben would have to take over a lot of the chores around the RV, even driving. His stomach churned at the thought of how his life would change because of this injury.

“Fuck me.” He sighed, unable to say much else without breaking down. He needed to stay strong, especially in front of his best friend.

“I would if I could,” Ben muttered under his breath.

“What?”

“Anyways, uh,” Jacob had to pretend like he didn’t just hear what Ben had mumbled, “What…what do we do now?”

“I know you. You aren’t going to give up on hunting, are you?”

“No…not when people like that are out there. The ones that don’t want to live peacefully amongst humans and instead turn to violence. That was our deal with Aculus, even if Falcon didn’t agree with it.”

“Speaking of other people, why don’t we…I don’t know…recruit a team? I’m sure we aren’t the only ones who have lost something or someone because of violent supernatural creatures. I mean, there’s the Harper family. Why don’t we talk to them about forming some form of alliance?”

“No, the Harper family’s methods are unethical, and they don’t consider the number of supernatural creatures who just wish to live peacefully. I’m not associating with any of them.”

“Yeah, that’s true. However, I’d like to think that maybe future generations that come from families like that will be more accepting of supernatural creatures. Actually, I met their daughter…Gwen, I think her name is, and she didn’t seem to hold the same beliefs as her parents. That could just be an act, though.”

“Well, maybe one day we’ll sit down and talk with her about it, but we’re going to need more than just one person.”

“Hey, we’ll get there when we get there.”

Jacob sighed. He hated waiting around for something to happen. It was the main reason why he and Ben had started travelling the country, even occasionally taking brief visits across the borders to Mexico and Canada.

It felt as though he had lost more than his arm. He felt like he had lost control of his life. He kept thinking about the things he wouldn’t be able to do or at least be limited in doing. He didn’t know how to drive with one arm. He didn’t know how to fish with one arm. He didn’t know how to handle a saw, a chisel, or any other DIY tools with only one arm.

Would they really get back to how things were?

God, that was one thing he wished that could happen. He wished he could go back to ten years ago. He wished Lily was still alive and by his side. He wished he still had a job as an army weapons expert before his grief started to rule his life.

However, there were things he was grateful for in this current life. He had grown closer to Ben. They were close in the military, but between his help during his times of grief and living together in an RV travelling the country for the past decade or so, their bond had definitely gotten stronger. Hell, he would even say he loved Ben just like he loved Lily.

Oh god, he would say he loved Ben just like he loved Lily.

The realisation hit him like a truck. Over all these years that he had known Ben, he slowly developed feelings for him. It wasn’t a platonic kind of love that he had previously, nor the familial one he had for his parents. It was the same romantic love that he had felt years ago when he had first met Lily.

“Hey Ben,” He decided to distract himself by joking around with his friend, “What was that you said after I said fuck me?”

“Oh, come on, Jake, do you really want me to repeat it?” Ben chuckled, though a little nervous.

“Yeah, come on, it can’t be that bad.”

“Alright, fine. I said that I would if I could.”

Jacob’s brain stopped working after that sentence. That was definitely a way to find out his feelings were mutual. Now, he was faced with a choice – swallow his pride and admit his feelings or keep quiet and let his feelings simmer as Ben wallowed in his embarrassment over what he had said.

Screw it; he wasn’t going to let his best friend feel awkward around him for God knows how long.

“I love you too.” He said suddenly as though the words had just slipped out of his mouth.

“What?” Ben’s face reddened as he stared at Jacob with wide, bewildered eyes.

“I said…I love you too.”

Ben smiled, making Jacob question his own actions until both their lips met. All the embarrassment and anxiety melted into the pure bliss of the moment.

After the kiss, Jacob felt his eyelids grow heavy as he fell back asleep, a smile still remaining on his face.

#// gore #criminal case #benxjacob week 2024 #ben shepherd #jacob arrow #benjacob

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alixennial · 9 months

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Limsa Lominsa & La Noscea (1/3)

Barracuda Piers, Limsa Lominsa

These docks provide safe mooring for the Thalassocratic Navy's principal squadrons, also known as the Crimson Fleet. To prevent sabotage, admittance to the area is forbidden to the general citizenry; however, on clear days, one may catch a glimpse of the armada flagship, the Triumph, from atop one of Limsa Lominsa's myriad spans.

The Astalicia, Limsa Lominsa

Registered as a trade vessel hailing from foreign waters, this battle-scarred warship captained by the lord of the region's underworld, One-eyed Hyllfyr, serves as a gathering place for brigands, cutthroats, and the purveyors of sundry other breeds of villainy. It is here that the city-state's pirate crews find new recruits to join their ranks.

Seasong Grotto, Middle La Noscea

Nestled within a shallow cavern situated to the south of Summerford Farms sits an ancient monolith upon is carved this, the Sailor's Requiem: "I am the waves that bear, I am the winds that guide. I am the evening stars, I am the morning sky. I am born of the sea, and there I shall die."

The Skylift, Middle La Noscea

Once an endless expanse of flat, rocky meadows, Middle La Noscea is now severed by a sheer cliff known as the Descent. To maintain overland trade routes from the easterly outposts of Aleport and Bronze Lake, Lominsan engineers created the Skylift - a tower of wooden scaffolding outfitted with pulleys, winches, and lighter-than-air balloons.

La Thagran Eastroad, Middle La Noscea

When the Galadion fell victim to the Navigator's fury and ran aground on the southern shores of Vylbrand seven hundred years ago, it was her two helmsmen, Jean De Nevelle and Guy La Thagran, who were tasked with exploring the newfound island - the former heading east, the latter, west. To this day, their routes still serve as La Noscea's two main thoroughfares.

The Salt Strand, Lower La Noscea

When struck by a fallen shard from Dalamud's outer shell, a massive amount of concentrated aether was released from just below the surface of the Rhotano Sea, immediately fusing with and crystallizing the towering fount of saltwater which was expelled during the impact. City-state-funded exploratory forays into the inner crater have all yet to return…

Red Rooster Stead, Lower La Noscea

The farmers on the Red Rooster Stead will rarely shy from testing the agricultural acumen on exotic crops or untested growing methods, and take pride in their willingness to sacrifice a harvest if it means a better yield an autumn hence. The plantation's name is said to be taken from the bloody cockfights held after nightfall by the gamekeeps.

Brewer's Beacon, Western La Noscea

This relatively new lighthouse was built soon after the Calamity claimed Swiftperch Tower to ensure safe passage for trade vessels carrying shipments of dark stouts and blonde barleywines out of Aleport. In addition, the candlekeeps also keep watch for increasingly frequent rogue tidal waves caused by the stirrings of the Lord of the Whorl.

Indie's Sightseeing Log

Limsa Lominsa & La Noscea (1/3) Limsa Lominsa & La Noscea (2/3) Limsa Lominsa & La Noscea (3/3)

Gridania & The Black Shroud (1/3) Gridania & The Black Shroud (2/3) Gridania & The Black Shroud (3/3)

Ul'dah & Thanalan (1/3) Ul'dah & Thanalan (2/3) Ul'dah & Thanalan (3/3)

Mor Dhona (1/1)

Ishgard & The Coerthas Highlands (1/3) Ishgard & The Coerthas Highlands (2/3) Ishgard & The Coerthas Highlands (3/3)

Dravania (1/4) Dravania (2/4) Dravania (3/4) Dravania (4/4)

Abalathia's Spine (1/3) Abalathia's Spine (2/3) Abalathia's Spine (3/3)

#limsa lominsa #la noscea #ffxiv landscape #ffxiv sightseeing log #indie's adventures #indie has been working through her sightseeing log #everything is so pretty T_T #time of day and weather is accurate for the log entries but a lot of these pics are not taken from the actual vista position #because sometimes the view is prettier from other angles #text from in-game sightseeing log descriptions #ffxiv

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songoftrillium · 5 months

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Meet The Writing Team

Hello Kinfolks! These last two months have been quiet for y'all in terms of updates, but BUSY in terms of the work being done by the sept of contributors to this project!

With that all said, I'd like to introduce you to the team that are showcasing the Gaians. Look under the cut to meet them!

Amy Waller (she/her)

Bluesky Page

Amy has joined the team to depict the journals of Cryptobiologist Esme "Leaping Ghost".

Bek Andrew Evans (He/They)

Linktree Page

Bek has been indispensible in book research, and will be taking his experience with M20 Sorcerer and writing for the Hearthbound, and fictitious news article citations.

Excelgarou (She/Her)

Carrd Page

James "Jim" E. Deeley (He/Him)

Linktree Page

Jim will write the Western Concordat, showcasing the Silver Fangs, Fianna, Get of Fenris, and Glass Walkers.

Mórag (it/its)

It has joined our team to write the story portions of the Song of Trillium, showcasing the legend of Tawatuy.

#world of darkness #werewolf: the apocalypse #werewolf the apocalypse #werewolves #world building #werewolf #indie ttrpg #storytellers vault #wta #stv #w5 #Diablos Minions grow stronger

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chenfordsbby · 11 months

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"The Hawke"

Season 1 Episode 6: “The Hawke”

“The team must help capture a cop and his former mentor from the academy after he becomes a fugitive following an assault; Officer Tim Bradford needs Officer Lucy Chen to learn to predict the moves of criminals in order to capture them”.

Original Air Date: November 27th, 2018

Written By: Frederick Kotto

Directed By: Timothy Busfield

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If you are reading this, that means for some reason, you are sticking around with me and all of my happy thoughts and I cannot thank you all enough!

Happy Sunday and Happy Fathers Day to those who celebrate!!

Onto the next one shall we…

We have a new cold open, it is short and sweet with our favorite Rookie and T.O duo…Chen and Bradford! I think this is the shortest]cold open we’ve seen so far, and I think the first one between Tim and Lucy as well!

We are introduced to a random, yet important for this episode, character, The Hawke, who trained John Nolan as a recruit! Hawke is a police officer as well, as his current position is a trainer in the police academy; He seems to be jealous of John, or at least of Johns position, which is one of a soon to be patrol officer. Mayne Hawke is done with the academy life and is envious of what John has.

Can you say fishy, which is the vibes I am getting from “The Hawke”.. what type of person he is, or even yet, what type of cop is he?

After a morning roll call room, Tim and Lucy get the leftover jobs that were incomplete from night shift and have been sequestered to serving and completing a search warrant. They head over to the apartment complex and Tim immediately starts giving Lucy lessons in how to properly serve a search warrant and succeed at one as well. This is definitely not the first one Tim has done and it won’t be the last either, but with that being said, Tim is doubting Lucy’s skills, which is understandable as he has never seen her properly serve a warrant and search a house. This deadbeat of a guy hits on Lucy as she is searching his apartment, Tim does what any respectable guy would do and puts this kid in his place and comes to Lucy’s defense because she’s oblivious to it as she is in the zone.

We are introduced by Tim to the D.E.A.R method: Deception, Elusive, Access and Repulsive. Lucy is trying to take down everything Tim is telling her as she pulls out her pad and pen to jot everything down until she basically gets told she has to continue her search in the repulsive category "You might want to glove up” he tells her as she storms off into the bathroom (Best belie we will circle back around to that later”.

A pissed off Lucy comes out of the bathroom to see Tim at the table with the stash of the stolen objects that he sent Lucy to go find, anger arises even more for Lucy yet a bit of gloating surfaces for Tim. He knew what he was doing the entire time, and where the stash was hidden but he couldn’t let Lucy off the hook that easily. Tim’s “Tim Tests” are becoming a normal occurrence for Lucy, what else can Tim throw at Lucy?!

Jackson and Angela respond to 9-1-1 call of a woman who called the police the previous night. She called because of her unruly, drunk, soon to be ex-husband who was at the brink of assaulting her, and she reveals that said soon to be ex-husband is the character we were introduced to earlier in the episode, Jeremy Hawke. Things seem to be getting a little dicey for this guy, how do they proceed with going about arresting a fellow police officer?

Jackson and Angela’s side storyline seems insignificant this episode compared to what everyone else is dealing with. What we have seen so far in the past 6 episodes, there is always more than 1 storyline, conflict in every episode of The Rookie, so even thought Hawke is the main arc of this episode, there has to be a secondary storyline, which is for Angela and Jackson. They end up dealing with what they think is a drive-by shooting at first, then a suicide call, but Jackson figures out it was a shooting out of anger: an angry so over his dad not accepting him as gay and allowing him to be with his boyfriend. “Look, we can’t choose our fathers but we can choose how we let them shape us”. The quotes that this show gives us have been some top tier stuff, let me tell ya!

Grey calls into John and Talia, to speak to John to see if he can figure out how to proceed with dealing with Hawke. We are reminded by the John from the very first episode and how he reacts to situations like the one he is currently in. He is quick to think on his feet and he knows how to relate to others, and especially those of his age as well. The Hawke situation escalates quickly for everyone and it becomes one of questioning. How do they go about proceeding with him when he is a police officer.

It is obvious he’s friends, or at least acquaintances, with some of the other officers at Mid-Wilshire. So not only do they have to figure out a way to go about arresting another officer, but now a friend as well. I don’t think the decision is that hard because we find out that he is quickly turning into a criminal “Anything you can do, I can do better” comes to mind; how do you outsmart a cop, or a quick approaching crooked cop at that as well?

I think that we have seen Captain Anderson in this episode the most. We still don’t know very much about her at all, but her time will be coming, I am sure of it!

I like watching Jackson and Angela work together, you can already tell the type of relationship and friendship that is going to form between the two of them. John and Talia are a steak difference from everyone else and it has been an odd number of weeks/months into their training days, but I still don’t find them meshing well together, there is something missing in that professional relationship.

Chen and Bradford find Hawke’s truck sans a Hawke. Tim confirmed my suspicions, Hawke is quickly becoming a criminal cop and is now going to do anything to avoid an arrest which includes outrunning everyone looking for him by any means necessary. John saw all the signs wrong with Hawke when he met him out the previous night, but did nothing about them. He just chalked it up to Hawke having a “bad night” whereas I think that if he had a bit more training, he would have acted on his instincts and at least maybe reported Hawke to someone higher up, things could have turned out a little bit differently. Talia knows that Hawke is trying to outsmart everyone just like Tim knew as well. Hawke is taking no chances in getting caught. It’s a no holds bar in getting Hawke and arresting him, everyone is on his tail and John and Talia announce that he has kidnapped his son and has put him at risk, which just made this situation that much more dire.

Tim devises a plan to get Hawke to fall right into their trap. Lucy thinks it won’t work but Tim knows it will because he thinks that he is going to outsmart Hawke but yet again Hawke has the upper hand because he still has his police radio on him, much to everyones frustration. They all realize that Hawke is going to one of the most public places he could go to: the mall. We are always reminded that John is to be the big hero of these episodes as he starts to confront Hawke in the mall. Hawke lays it all out for John; he is angry, desperate, and humiliated. He thought he had no other choice but to act the way he did. He has nowhere else to go and he is at a loss but that still doesn’t stop him from continuing to run but this time he leaves his son. He doesn’t need to be brought down with him.

The gang put their heads together to figure out just what Hawke is going to do next. What is his next move, his next target? Is he really going to be able to outsmart this group of cops? Turns out everyone knew exactly what he was going to do next, which is stay exactly where he is at the mall, even though he hopes that they vacate and search for him elsewhere. Its a bit of a renaissance that John and Tim are the ones to corner Hawke as he was the one who trained both of them: “one in the field and one in the classroom” but Hawke is not going down without a fight and as punches are thrown, and mainly at Tim and John, it is Talia with a little help from Lucy that gets the job done and finally arrest Hawke.

We end the episode on the highest note, a very memorable #Chenford scene..

The episode ends with Tim hanging out in a bar, answering a phone call. It is Lucy on the other end of the call, and I think that this is the first time that we hear Tim call her by her first name and not, “boot” or “Chen”. This is also one of the first times that we see them interacting outside of work. It’s a small moment, but it is one none the less; it’s a scene that solidifies that maybe there is a friendship forming between Lucy and Tim, albeit a very very small one, practically noting, but baby steps. Lucy reveals to Tim that she swiped his money clip from him when he was “getting his ass beat”- but hey he wanted her to act and think like a criminal so…

Before Tim hangs up, Lucy ever so reminds him that he might want to "glove up" before he finds a way to pay for his tab, most likely by washing dishes. I love this for Lucy, not only is she giving Tim payback for how he treated her earlier in the search, but she is also showing and telling Tim that she is not standing/backing down to him. She can handle anything he throws at her, any "Tim Test" he decides to put her through and I love that for her. I already see an improvement from Episode 1 Lucy to Episode 6 Lucy, in demeanor, confidence and on patrol. Tim smirks as he hangs up the phone is nothing short of amazement and bewilderment. He is impressed to his core that Lucy swiped his money, and his little smirk proved it. It’s a moment where we see another crack in Tim’s hard exterior and it’s because of Lucy. I think it is safe to assume that as much as Tim should be mad at Lucy for swiping his “wallet”, he really can’t be. She just did exactly what he told her to do, and even better than he could’ve imagined. He is training her a little too well!

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Honorable Mention: The Cold Open; a classic.

Episode Peak: Captain Anderson, we are getting to see a bit more of her each episode!

Episode Pit: Jeremy Hawke

Quote of the Episode: “I think you were raised to analyze bad guys not be one and to be a great cop you’ve got to have a little outlaw in you” ~ Tim Bradford

Episode Rating: 6/10. Personally, this episode was just okay. It kind of felt like a filler episode, with really not much going on really in any storyline for any character. There was really no advancement in the storytelling for anybody this episode. One of the only positives that this episode gave us in one of out beloved and classic #Chenford scenes, but besides that, really just an okay episode. I mean they all can’t be a 10/10 and that’s okay!

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Another episode for the books! Can't wait to hear everyones thought and opinions on this one. Like I just said, I personally didnt think that was a WOW episode, much much more of a filler one, but to each their own! I want to thank you all again for coming along for the ride!

Until next time in, "Get in the Shop"...

#The Rookie #Lucy Chen #Tim Bradford #Tim x Lucy #Lucy x Tim #1x06 #The Hawke #Chenford #Angela Lopez #Jackson West #John Nolan #get in the shop: the rookie re-cap blog #Melissa O'Neil #Eric Winter #I love doing this so much #I can't wait to hear your thoughts on this episode #thank you for continuing to stick around #The Rookie 1x06

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