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torscrawls · 14 days

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They a Bit Confused, but They Got the Spirit

Maddie and Jack are ready to support Danny now that he's become a half-human, even though he's not ready to talk to them about it yet. He's so lucky that he has such observant and caring parents! They'll do anything they can to make sure he feels accepted and that he knows they love him no matter what, especially since turning into a werewolf must have been so scary.

Wordcount: 1,344

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This is written as a part of Phic Phight for the prompt: Jack and Maddie knew something supernatural was going on with their son, waiting for him to feel comfortable telling them they set out to help him in subtler ways. If only they had actually gotten the species right.

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“Maybe we should just tell him that we know?” Jack asked one night after they had watched Danny stumble up the stairs and to his room with badly hidden injuries. “This is the fifth time this month.”

Maddie bit her lip with furrowed brows. “I’m not sure he would be open with us if we cornered him like that. We really should wait for him to come to us…” She trailed off, the last few words sounding less than certain.

Jack let out a deep sigh. He knew she was right, but it was so hard to stay silent and just watch their son go through something that was no doubt very scary and disorienting. To not be there for him. Especially since it wasn’t something that was going away any time soon. Speaking of, “I think it actually might be getting worse. Have you seen how his ears have changed?”

The change had been gradual, but as his ears grew distinctly tapered and more inhuman his attempts at keeping them hidden with his slightly too short hair started to fail. Jack had begun to worry that he might have a hard time keeping his condition a secret in school—kids could be unnecessarily cruel—and had given Danny a new NASA-branded hat. He felt more accomplished as a parent than he had in years when Danny had worn it the very next day.

Maddie nodded before biting at her thumb. “Yes, and his nails… And teeth!”

Jack heaved a deep sigh and grimaced. He had seen them too; long and sharp, both nails and teeth. “He’s been trying to hide them too.”

Maddie shook her head. “Our poor baby. He must be so scared. Wasn’t it enough with the late nights and the fights, and—”

Jack placed a hand on her shoulder and she cut herself off with a shaky breath. He drew her into a hug and murmured into her hair, “But he has us now. We’ll support him, no matter what.”

Maddie nodded and leaned back to look up at him with a determined look in her eyes that reminded him of why he fell in love with her in the first place, “Let’s make sure he knows it.”

Jack agreed. He hated that Danny felt that he had to keep the whole thing a secret from them but he and Maddie had decided to support him as best they could until he felt comfortable telling them about his sudden change into a half-human.

They would do their best to support their son even though he had been transformed into a werewolf.

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It was later that night, with Maddie and Danny setting the table with Jack cooking at the stove, when Maddie decided to try and take the first step. ”Danny, I know how much you like space. And… and the moon.

Danny put out the plates with a distracted, “Yeah, sure?”

“You know…” Maddie began, trailing off as she wasn't sure how much she should reveal that they knew. The last thing she wanted was to scare him even further away from them. “There's a full moon coming up next week.”

Danny immediately perked up, his full attention on her. “Oh, I know!” he smiled, plates seemingly forgotten in his hands. “I’m going to go watch it with Sam and Tuck.”

That made Maddie pause, hand hovering over the table where she had been reaching for the last ectogun to put away before their meal. Maddie cast a glance over her shoulder, meeting Jack's equally surprised one. Danny's friends were involved in this too? She carefully asked, “Oh, with your friends?”

Maddie picked up the gun and twirled it in her hands as she decided to be a bit bolder in her approach. If Danny's friends knew, then he was surely more comfortable talking about this than they had thought. Maybe he had just thought that they wouldn't listen. “So… They know?”

Danny put out the last plate and started on the cutlery. “About the moon? I sure hope so.”

“No…” Maddie fingered the gun in her hands. “About you?”

Danny snorted. “That I like space? Yeah, I think it’s pretty hard to miss.”

Maybe he wasn't ready to talk with them just yet. That was fine, they could wait. “Never mind. I’m happy you have friends you can trust.”

Danny smiled at her. “Me too.” Then he paused with a small frown, “Wait, what do you mean trust—”

Jack turned from the stove with a steaming, bubbling, pot and a shout of, “Dinner’s ready!”

“That looks amazing, honey!” Maddie kissed Jack on the cheek before calling up the stairs, “Jazz, honey! Come down! It’s time to eat!”

“I made sure to make your steak extra bloody, Danny-boy!” Jack said with a wink as he deposited the big pot on the table and turned back around to whisk a frying pan with steaks from the stove.

Danny raised an eyebrow. “Uuuuh, why? I like them well-done. I always have?”

Maddie placed a hand on his shoulder and said, voice as reassuring as she could make it, “It’s okay if your tastes change, you know.”

“We would support you,” Jack added with a smile and a thumbs up as he pushed aside the blueprints to the new gun they had been developing to finally catch that menace Phantom to place the pan on the table.

Danny frowned as he slowly said, “Thanks? That’s great to know.”

Maddie mentally patted herself on the back. They were making progress!

Jazz came into the kitchen and surveyed the set table, eying the green bubbling pot in the middle with a critical eye. “Oh, you’re not done with the experiments for today? I thought dinner was ready?”

Maddie waved her off with a chuckle. “No, that's just the potatoes, silly.”

Jazz grimaced as she sat down. “Right. Of course.”

They finished eating—both of their kids must have eaten too many snacks again since they barely touched the food—and as they were cleaning up Jack hesitantly asked, “So, Danny-boy. Do you want a bone?”

“What?” Danny glanced up from his phone. “I have enough bones myself, thanks?”

Maddie straightened up, fascinated. “Oh, you have a stash? Can I see it?”

Danny slowly put his phone down with a confused frown. “…Yeah? It’s called my body?”

“In your…? Ah!” Maddie laughed. “No, to eat.”

Danny squinted at her. “Why would I want to… eat a bone?”

“You know…” Jack trailed off, gesturing vaguely in the hope that Danny would catch on and they wouldn’t have to spell it out and put him on the spot.

Danny didn't seem to catch on as he slowly said, “No? I don't know?”

“For your…” Jack hesitated and sent a pleading look at Maddie but she only gestured for him to continue. It was best if they really showed that they were there for him through all of these changes. Jack took a breath and finished with—according to Maddie—admirable casualness, “Condition.”

“My what?!” Danny exclaimed in clear bafflement. The poor dear, he had probably thought that he had managed to keep it a secret from them. It wasn't his fault that she and Jack were very observant.

Maddie decided to jump in and try and sooth him. “Oh, honey, it's okay! We love you no matter what.” She gave him what she hoped was a supportive look and added, “No matter what you turn into.”

Danny gaped at her. “Wait, you know?!”

Jazz placed a hand on Danny's shoulder and squeezed. “I told you they would understand.”

“Yeah!” Jack added with vigorous nodding. “It's okay that you're a werewolf!”

Danny blinked. “I'm not a—”

Jack cut him off with a shout, “At least you're not a damned ghost!”

Maddie shook her head in horror. That would be… Unimaginable. “And thank god for that!”

“I'm a werewolf!” Danny admitted with a vigorous nod, clearly relieved to finally come clean to them. “Bark bark! Awoo!”

Jazz removed her hand from Danny’s shoulder and slapped it over her own face.

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unstoppable apologies ~ bradley 'rooster' bradshaw

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pairing: bradley 'rooster' bradshaw x female benjamin!reader

summary: rooster can't find the courage to ask penny's daughter out, right up until one especially tipsy night when things take a turn.

words: 4.4K

warnings: nothing really, except a lot of fluff. oh. it's not proof read.

a/n: this is my first time writing for Top Gun, even though i've been obsessed with it for many years. i guess seeing Goose's son brought it out of me. i literally haven't thought about anything else but Rooster these past weeks. he even managed to bring me out of this half a year long writer's block. (thank you miles.) anyway. this turned into a much longer fic than i originally intended, but i'm not sorry about it.

i dedicate this one to my lovely @wecomrades (even though i know you don't like reading reader insert, i'm sorry), for being my partner in crime when it comes to obsessing over Rooster and TG and also for supporting me as always. i love you so much, L <3

It's been only two weeks since (y/n)'s started working at the Hard Deck when Penny decides to put up an addition to the sign announcing the bar's rules, saying that whoever makes eyes and/or relentlessly flirts with the bartenders will have to buy a round for everyone.

"Mom, what is this?" (y/n) groans the next day when she comes in for her shift, eyes landing on the piece of cardboard.

"Sorry, sweetie, but I'm not letting all these men undress you with their eyes. Not without a punishment anyway," Penny shrugs. "If someone wants to flirt with you, they should be serious enough about it to bear the consequences and pay a round."

"I hope you know just how embarrassing this is for me."

"Embarrassment is better than non-stop horny glances."

The girl just sighs with a roll of her eyes and goes on to help her mother clean the counter.

- - - - -

"Come on, Bradshaw, stop overthinking it," Phoenix grabs her friend's arm to slightly pull him in the right direction. "It's not like you haven't gone up there and talked to her before."

"I know, I just don't want to be too obvious with how it's always me going there. What if she doesn't like me back?" Rooster shakes his head, trying to get his arm free again.

"What if she does?" The female pilot retorts without a second of thinking. "Look, we all want another round of drinks, so please just move and get over it. Order our drinks while we continue this game."

Rooster sighs, bracing himself for the inevitable - the conversation with the girl he's developed the most ridiculous crush on. He sometimes feels like he's back in high school with the way he acts and his mind works whenever she gets in the picture, but he can't help it. There's something about her that makes him feel drawn to her when they're in-between the same four walls, making him lose all sense of rationality.

What if she does? The way Phoenix said it somehow suggested to him that she might know something he doesn't. What if?, the words keep on repeating in his head as he walks up to the counter with a little more bounce in his steps thanks to the alcohol buzzing in his system.

"(y/n) darlin', can you get us another round?" He leans in, palms spreading out on the wooden surface, his eyes focused on nothing else but the girl.

"Honestly, what is it with your group? Why can't anyone else come but you?" (y/n) giggles as she starts moving around, getting him their choice of drinks.

"Oh, be careful with your words, lady, in the end I'm gonna think you'd prefer someone else coming here."

"And what if I do? It'd be nice talking to Natasha for a change, not just to your boring face," she placed another glass in front of him with a wink accompanying her words, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip to prevent her from chuckling.

Bradley places a hand on his chest, pretending feeling pain inside. "You're deeply hurting me right now, (y/n) Benjamin."

"It's not like your ego can't handle a little bit of honesty, Bradley Bradshaw."

He hasn't even noticed how close their faces have gotten during the past few sentences until she finally starts laughing and he can feel the air leaving her lungs on the skin of his face. His heart skips a beat as an involuntary, gentle smile spreads across his lips. The next moment the girl leans back and pushes herself away from the counter, moving to another spot where someone else has been patiently waiting to get a drink.

Rooster stays in the exact same position, body leaning in to support himself against the side of the counter and hands lightly pressing into it, only his eyes moving around, following her every movement. She's so gorgeous it hurts.

He would've probably stayed in that position for a lot longer if it wasn't for the bell ringing out. The sudden noise brings him out of his daydream and he blinks before making eye contact with Penny, her eyes suggestive and a playful grin on her lips. A wave of cheering sounds across the bar and the man next to him pats him on the shoulder whilst saying thanks.

It's in that very moment he realises it's him who has to buy everyone a round. It's him who broke one of Penny's rules. Rooster swiftly glances down at the counter to see if he has his phone out but it's not there. He looks back up at the bar owner with confusion written on his face, only to catch her finger pointing in the sign's direction, at a specific part of the rules. His eyes land on the words written there and a moment later he feels the blood rushing to his cheeks, probably painting his whole face bright red in the embarrassment he feels.

He got caught staring at the girl like that. And by none other but her mother.

Bradley groans, fishing out his wallet from his pocket, not daring to glance back towards his friends - he can hear them shouting and whooping towards him perfectly without looking and having to face their grinning expressions too. As he pulls out his card and hands it to Penny, his eyes land on (y/n) standing not far behind her mom, her face just as burning red as his feels.

Great. He even embarrassed her, not just himself. He made her feel awkward.

Penny hands him back the card a couple seconds later with a joyous glare and a chuckle, and he turns around just in time to see Phoenix arrive, lending a helping hand in carrying their drinks. "What the hell have you done?" She whisper-screams with a giggle escaping her lips.

"Nothing. I don't know," he shakes his head, trying to get away from the scene of his crime as fast as possible, mentally promising himself never to go around the counter again if he gets even the slightest bit of tipsy.

- - - - -

"Go, I can finish this," Penny gently bumps her shoulder against her daughter's. "I think someone's waiting for you outside."

(y/n) glances at the window besides the front door, seeing the dark silhouette that seems somewhat familiar before turning her eyes towards her mom again. "I think someone's waiting for you," she giggles, suggestively nodding her head towards one of the tables in the corner of the otherwise empty bar, more specifically the man sitting next to it.

"Oh, stop it," the older woman laughs.

"Only if you will stop it too."

"What? I'm just playfully teasing."

"Me too," (y/n) shakes her head still grinning.

Moving out from behind the counter she grabs her bag and sets off towards the door. "Now go and have some fun. But not too much," she adds just as she grabs the handle, quickly stepping out into the warm air of the night with laughter bubbling from her lips, escaping from the loud, nonsense shout her mom sends after her alongside the towel she's been using to clean the counter up until she threw it away.

(y/n)'s still quietly chuckling away as her eyes land on the figure leaning heavily against the wall. "Rooster?"

The young man raises his head from its hanging position and lets his eyes wander up from her feet to her face. "Hi," he breathes out eventually.

"What are you still doing here? I thought you and your friends left more than an hour ago."

"They did."

She frowns, wondering why he might be still waiting here then, and can't help but feel her heartrate fasten, thinking about the possibility that he's been really waiting for her. As her eyes rake over his appearance, taking in the slighty dazed look he's giving her, the way his fingers noiselessly drum some kind of rhythm on his thighs, she concludes that he's probably still quite tipsy - if not drunk - from all the drinks he's consumed that night, no matter how long he's been sitting outside in the fresh, salty air.

"Oh, come on, you big baby, let's get you home," she leans down, grabbing one of his hands and gently tugging it upwards. For a moment he doesn't react, instead still keeps on looking at her, but after a second tug from her he starts moving, pressing his free hand down against the ground and pushing himself up. Standing upright he sways before her fingers wrap around his shoulder, gripping onto his flesh to keep him steady.

"I don't wanna go home yet," he announces.

"But you definitely should."

"No, I wanna take a walk on the beach first. With you. That's why I've been waiting here." Rooster's words come out more clear and confident than before, now definitely making her heart skip a beat.

(y/n) lets out a breath - she's not been planning to spend the rest of her evening with pampering a drunken man. But she has to admit that he looks utterly cute still holding onto her hand tightly, half leaning against the wall behind him, with a couple loose strands of his light brown hair falling in front of his forehead. And he's always been fun to be around. It's not like she can't push the planned curling up on her couch and watching some Netflix show to another day.

"Okay, let's go then," she smiles up at him, nodding towards the oceanside. His eyes light up and he pushes himself off the wall. The girl doesn't even try to pull her hand away - it just feels too good to be held by him to let that go so easily - but he still tightens his grip on her, as if being afraid that she'd tear the connection if he wasn't precautious.

They walk in silence for a while, only the sound of the waves crashing into the shore giving a constant background noise. A soft breeze moves around them, ruffling her hair and slightly pushing his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt off his shoulder. It feels nice and comfortable to just stroll quietly by his side, she thinks. After spending hours in the non-stop, loud noise of the bar, her ears feel blessed to have been allowed to rest a bit.

"I'm sorry," Bradley breaks the silence eventually, making the girl frown and glance at him in confusion. She opens her mouth to ask him what for when he continues. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you earlier."

It still takes a moment for her mind to catch up to what he means, having almost completely forgotten about the bell being rung and Rooster standing there at the counter with flaming red cheeks. A tender giggle escapes her lips as the memory resurfaces.

"You don't have anything to apologise for, you didn't embarrass me," she delicately pats his shoulder with her free hand. "If I remember correctly, it was you who became the red-faced centre of attention."

Rooster lets out a low groan, his fingers flying to the back of his neck to scratch away at the skin there, clearly still feeling awkward about the situation. "Still, I'm sorry."

"You really don't have to, Bradshaw. It was probably just my mom revenging my constant teasing of her and Maverick," (y/n) shrugs, shaking her head at her mother's childishness. "She just wanted to tease you a bit in order to tease me."

It's like the man can't even hear her - he mindlessly rubs the skin of his cheek, eyes staring strictly at the sand beneath his feet as they move along the shore. "I didn't want to be rude or too straightforward. I shouldn't have looked at you like that."

"I'm sure you didn't even look at me like that in the first place." Even the thought alone is ridiculous. Why would he, Rooster, the man himself would look at her like that? God, why had her mother decided to put that sign up? "And you ordering for drinks is far from being too straightforward. You don't know the things I hear all the time. That's what my mom meant with that stupid rule, not what you did."

Rooster stays silent for a couple seconds, seemingly deep in thought before deciding to speak up again. "But that's the thing. I did."

(y/n) feels her brows furrow as she glances at him once more. "You did what?"

"I looked at you like that," he confesses, eyes rising up to watch what can be seen of the rolling waves in the dim light that comes from the Hard Deck.

"Oh." That's all the girl can manage as her mind slowly processes his words. But why would he? He was probably more drunk tonight than she thought he was, if he even for a second looked at her in a way that made her mom ring the bell.

"I feel bad because you're not an object to just stare at or whatever," he keeps on rambling, as if it's something he needs to get off his chest.

"Rooster, you're scaring me," (y/n) giggles. "Where's the cocky pilot I got to know and who's this utter mess next to me?"

"He left a couple hours ago," he mumbles so quietly she almost doesn't hear it, before speaking up louder again. "I truly feel bad."

"Okay, that's enough. If I hear you say that one more time, I'm gonna be the one who feels bad."

Her feet mindlessly kick away at a pile of sand in her way, and she watches as the dry grains of sand go flying in the air, get caught up by the breeze and being blown towards the ocean. "Look, I really don't care about it. Nothing happened so please calm down and stop worrying."

"I can't. I have to make you understand how sorry I am."

God, he's actually still drunk.

"I would never want to disrespect you. Not anyone but especially not you. I swear I will never do it again." His words slur as he keeps on lowly explaining himself, the word sorry appearing every other second and she actually has to bite into the inside of her cheek to keep herself from giggling out loud.

She watches with amusement as he's talking unstoppably, wondering if he even knows what's going on, trying to put a stop to it, interrupting him on several occasions, but it's like his mind is somewhere very far away - too far for her words to truly reach his mind.

With a shake of her head (y/n) abruptly stops, and pulling her hand away from his she turns to face him. Before he can even realise how the circumstances have changed, she's already grabbing both sides of his face with a fond but still somewhat firm movement. She can just see the moment a slight confusion appears in the glint of his eyes as she swiftly leans in and presses her lips to his in a way to finally shut him up.

For a short second it feels like not even this can stop him as his lips keep moving, muffled words sounding from them, but then he suddenly goes completely quiet, and then just one more second later he responds to her kiss.

The romantic books and movies she's read and seen all describe this feeling with mentions of fireworks and butterflies, but somehow it feels completely different than that as he practically melts into her hands. Her senses sharpen like they never did before, and she's sure she's going to combust right here and now.

She can feel crystal clear the exact moment his warm palm touches the small of her back, the heat radiating from his skin going right through the material of her T-shirt and onto her skin, sending a tingle up her spine. The breath leaving through his nose tickles her face and she can feel more than she can hear the soft sigh that leaves his lips as he leans into the kiss even more. Her hands slowly slide lower to rest against his chest just as his fingers tangle themselves into her hair. The light taste of beer transfers from his lips to hers and she revels in the tiny remnants of the alcohol seeping into her system.

When all oxygen leaves her lungs and she can feel them burn in a desperate plead, (y/n) takes a step back, allowing their lips to disconnect. Rooster chases after her lips for a moment, leaning closer still, until her finger presses onto his pursed and swollen lips, stopping his movement. His eyes flutter open and he just stays motionless, staring dazedly into her eyes.

It soon becomes too much to bear, and so she turns her head away, fingers gently wrapping around his wrists to guide them away from her body. Trying to put the buzzing of her mind and all her senses aside she slips a hand into his and turns the two of them around so they can start their walk back to her car.

"Come on, let's get you home to sleep this off, Bradley," she says quietly, a soft smile playing on her lips when she feels his fingers tighten around hers hearing his first name coming from her mouth.

- - - - -

The next day, when (y/n) can hear the sound of the bar's front door being opened and then closed, footsteps approaching the counter as she's placing the clean glasses back to their places, she speaks without looking up. "We don't open for another ten minutes, sorry."

"Don't worry, I'm not here to get a drink," a very familiar raspy, deep voice replies, making her spin around to stare at the man now arriving to the counter.

"Hey," she greets Rooster with a soft smile. Her glance travels all around him - at least the parts of him she can see above the wooden furniture - taking in the pink blush colouring his cheeks, the small and even shy smile playing on his lips.

Does he remember last night at all?

"Uhm, so I wanted to ask you a question, actually," Bradley speaks up, chuckling away after a momentary pause.

"(y/n), dear, can you help me-" Penny's voice rings out as she enters through the kitchen door, but stops abruptly when her eyes land on the pilot leaning against the counter, a knowing smirk slowly taking over her expression. "Oh, I'm sorry, didn't know anyone was in here already. I'll leave you to it," and with that, she moves back from where she's just come from.

(y/n) and Bradley look at each other and burst out laughing at the same time, the sound of their laughter combined helping to ease the previously formed tension. When they finally calm down and everything goes quiet again, (y/n) tilts her head to the side. "So what is it you wanted to ask me?"

"Oh, yeah. Uhm," the man mumbles and she raises an eyebrow, thinking back to the previous night and how similarly he's behaving right now - totally unlike him. "Is there any particular reason you kissed me last night besides wanting to shut me up?"

So he does remember.

Now it's her turn to become all shy and flustered, cheeks turning pink and eyes slightly widening. "Well, that was the main reason, to get you silent finally," she chuckles, but the not finished sentence sensibly hangs in the air still and she knows that he can feel it too, especially when he raises an eyebrow in a suggestive, expectant way.

"But?" Rooster breathes out, leaning just a tiny bit closer above the counter.

(y/n) gulps, closing her eyes for a moment to gather the courage to actually confess. "But I also did it because I wanted to."

"You wanted to?"

God, why wouldn't he let me be and stop my suffering?

"Yeah. For a long time, to be honest," she mumbles under her breath before raising her glance up to his face to his how he'll react.

She does it just in time to see that way too familiar cockiness sparkle up again in his eyes, that well-known, overly confident smirk spreading across his lips. "Yeah?"

The girl nods with a roll of her eyes - she can just feel the tidal wave of teasing coming her way, feeling more than surprised when it doesn't come.

"Good thing you did it then, I'm not sure I would ever have been able to make myself finally do it," Rooster continues, and as she's staring into his hazel eyes, she could swear she sees something else spark in there. Something that's tender and breathtaking and lovely and almost like adoration.

"You wanted to?" (y/n) can't help but repeat his previous question back to him.

"I still want to," he replies and it's like her heart is actually bursting out of her chest, beating so fast and loud she's sure even her mother can hear it. "If you'll let me," Bradley finishes, his voice taming down into a gentle mumble.

He leans even closer to her above the counter slowly, painfully slowly, and she can almost feel herself just give in and lean in as well, when her mind's still working part comes up with a rational thought and she swiftly pushes herself further from the counter.

She can see the confusion spreading across his face and she can almost hear the thoughts running wild in his head as he's probably wondering what he's done wrong, but before he can ask her, she's already on her way to move out into the open space of the bar. Her feet almost make her stumble in her slightly impatient hurry since she's not taking her eyes off his, not for even the shortest second to look at where she's going.

Dodging a few stools and her fingers finding support on the wooden surface as she drags them along the top of the counter she watches as his head is slowly turning, in sync with her own movements as if he himself wouldn't want to break the eye contact either.

By the time she comes to a halt in front of him, slipping into the space between the counter and him he generated whilst watching her move, he's seemingly caught up to what she had in mind, his lips curling back into the grin once more. "I'll let you, Bradley Bradshaw," she breathes out, noticing his eyes dart down to her lips and back up to her (y/e/c) orbs again.

Slowly, as if they had all the time in the world to themselves, he places both hands on the edge of the counter, trapping the girl there, standing right in-between his arms, mere centimetres away from his body. Then, with the same patience he lowers his head, gently letting his forehead rest against hers. He can feel the stutter of her breath against his skin as she practically shakes with anticipation, making the knowing smirk appear on his face just as he dives in to claim her lips his own.

The clatter of silverware sounding from the kitchen breaks the two of them away a minute or so later, and as (y/n) glances towards the kitchen door, wondering if her mother intentionally made the noise only to further tease them, Bradley untangles his hands from their previous positions on the side of her neck and her left cheek, both of them breathing deeply, chests touching with each inhale.

"Do I interpret the signs correctly and this means that you would say yes if I hypothetically asked you out on a date?" Rooster raises his hand once more, pushing a stray curl of her hair that has fallen in front of her face behind her ear.

"Only hypothetically speaking, yes," the girl replies, a wide grin practically cutting her face into two.

The next moment they share a chuckle, giddy from their previous actions and the weight of their confessions.

"Okay," Bradley leans in to press a soft kiss against her forehead. "Would you go on a date with me then?"

"Wasn't it only hypothetical?" (y/n) can't help but grin up at him.

"It isn't anymore."

She simply nods, letting her eyes do the talking as she stares deep into his gorgeous, sparkling hazel orbs. Rising up to stand on her toes she responds to his peck with a similarly delicate one, just on his cheek, on the spot of impossibly soft skin right under his eyes instead of his forehead.

"Good," he breathes out, eyes fluttering closed from the tenderness. "When does your shift end tonight?"

(y/n)'s just about to answer him when the kitchen door opens once more. "Okay, kiddos, I gave you a couple minutes, now I gotta open this place, so time's up," Penny walks out with a grin on her face, not even looking the tiniest bit of surprised by seeing her daughter and the pilot standing so close to each other, basically in each other's embrace.

Did she know about both our feelings? That's why she rang the bell too?, (y/n) can't help but think.

"Hey, Pen, can I somehow bribe you into letting your daughter finish her shift a bit earlier tonight?" Rooster grins at the bar owner, taking a small step back to let the girl escape from the trap his body created.

Penny rolls her eyes, shaking her head in pretended disbelief. "What are you up to, Lieutenant?"

"I want to take her out on a date, ma'am," he playfully salutes her, responding to her formality without a second thought.

The woman glances to the side, joyously noticing the utter happiness radiating from her daughter, before turning her gaze back to the young man at her side, nodding her approval. "Only this once, and just because I've been watching you pine for each other for too long already," she chuckles and moves to stand behind the counter, placing the towel that's been resting on her shoulder down to give the wooden surface one last wipe.

Rooster turns to (y/n) only to find her standing there with her cheeks flushed pink, looking oh so perfect - and he has to stop for a short second just to take the sight in and wonder if it's from the embarrassment because of her mother or from the kiss they just shared.

They discuss the details of their date under their breath in order to stop her mom being able to hear them perfectly, then he leans in and presses a short and innocent kiss to her temple before turning away and making his way out of the bar, disappearing behind the doorframe - but not before glancing back one last time to shine a wide, excited smile (y/n)'s way.

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myguidingmoon-light · 4 months

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“And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.” (Luke 2:7)

No room. That’s something I’ve heard too much lately. Palestinians have been hearing that for 75 years. Since they were driven out of their homes—more than 700 000 of them—in 1948 to make room for the colony of Israel, there has been less and less room every day. Less land, literally, as even though lines and walls have been drawn over the years, Israel continues to illegally settle in Palestinian land. Less room to breathe, as the population of Gaza grew within the illegal blockade walling them into a tiny strip of land. Less room to live now, as Gaza has been under constant attack by Israeli bombs and guns and while the civilians of Gaza are pushed by this violence into even smaller and smaller “safe zones” (though there is nowhere safe in Gaza right now).

But also no room our conversations. No room in our imagination. No room in our understanding of our world of “human rights” and “developed nations.” You’d think “Palestinian” is a slur for how quickly it shuts up (or heats up) dialogue. These are our neighbours, and it feels like pulling teeth to get people to engage with their humanity—let alone ask their MP to ask our government to ask Israel’s government to please stop bombing civilians for the third month straight.

Today we recognize when a Jewish Palestinian family was forced by the state to leave their home, shelter in unfit terrain, give birth without proper medical care, survive a massacre, and become refugees. We Christians call the baby born in that family Emmanuel, which means God with us. God was born in Bethlehem, behind the border wall, in an occupation. What does that tell us about who God is?

Our Christian siblings in Palestine have asked us not to let this Christmas pass as usual. To that, I ask, what is Christmas as usual? If we don’t see our neighbours in the story of Jesus, what is the point? If we need to put the real, genuine injustices of the world out of our mind so that we can be comforted by Christmas, we are frankly doing it wrong. The point—the whole point—is that love and justice are possible for the unloved and the oppressed, even when it doesn’t feel that way. It is our responsibility to make that happen, and we can’t do that with our eyes closed.

You should feel uncomfortable about celebrating Christmas while a genocide is going on. We need to have room for that. We also need to have room for the hope that Christmas represents. We need to have room in our hearts for justice, lasting peace, and a free Palestine, because we are all needed to make it a reality.

And for God’s sake, CEASEFIRE NOW!

“He has brought down the mighty from their thrones/ and exalted those of humble estate;/ he has filled the hungry with good things,/ and the rich he has sent away empty.” (Luke 1:52-53)

I am indebted to Rev. Munther Isaac for his wisdom in helping so many of us walk through this time. Personally, I just finished his book “The Other Side of the Wall”—if you are a Christian, you have to read this book. I’ll buy you a copy if you want.

I also want to note that this post isn’t really supposed to be an explainer or an argument. I didn’t cite anything here, but if you’re curious about anything I referenced (e.g. why did I bring up medical care?), send me a message and I’d be happy to give you more details about what’s happening in Palestine. I’m no expert, but I know some people just genuinely don’t know the extent of the injustice and don’t know where to learn more; if you have questions I’m happy to help, but I’m not here to fight with you.

Same deal if you want to help but don’t know how. I’m happy to give you some ideas and even help you out with them (distance permitting). One important action you can always take is contacting your Member of Parliament. You don’t have to write anything fancy—just tell them honestly how you’re feeling and ask them to support an urgent ceasefire. This is literally your right as a Canadian, so you don’t have to worry about doing something wrong.

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ididit-allofit-foryou · 1 year

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Who are you?

Poem for day 1: falling of @spnpoetryrenaissance

Who are you?

Your hand is on my soul and I feel like I can’t know

you but really deep inside I think I truly do. Can’t look

in your eyes, can’t look in your eyes, I see reflections

of my yearning; can’t look in your eyes,

can’t look in your eyes, and see the way you see

me; can’t look past years of lies and believe

that it’s the truth. You say that you’re my friend,

you’ve given armies for my blood’s-sake; rebelled

against all you’d ever known just to keep me

safe. We brush, don’t touch, just pining from a distance;

don’t let you see, don’t let you see, don’t let you know

how much I feel. My heart's racing when you look

my way, can’t show the way you make me

sway, and can’t say what I want to say, take it with me to the grave.

I searched for you, I killed for you, I’ve changed

for you and you for me. We fight for this, we fight for us,

we fight for l- can’t you just see? Don’t make me say it,

please oh please, it’s in my throat, stuck

in my teeth; it burns my tongue, salt to a demon,

I cock my gun, keep moving forward. Damnit, Cas,

why d’you make me feel things that I don’t think you know exist?

Angels can’t love, they lack equipment; not built for this,

just like me. Foot in the shoe, one more step forward,

just keep running from the secrets I keep. They stack

on my shoulders- not wings- more boulders, closed

lips...those lips...those eyes so fucking blue…

pull your shit together now Winchester,

can’t think that way, can’t think of how my hand just fits in yours-

and when we hug I get your smell- can’t think, just drive

into the night, don’t answer calls, just drink and fight

and fix my gun and wash my car, kill a monster, crash

a bar, don’t think, don’t think, just hunt and drink,

silver bullets, vampire teeth, things I know, things that’re real,

things that really don’t make me feel...like I’m falling,

slipping, crashing into something new...something

shaped just like...you. You son-of-a-bitch, what’s the big idea?

You fuck up again, thinking I’ll forgive ya? And just like that

I drive you away- say you won’t be back, it’s better

this way, but can’t you see? There’s no me without

you. Do I forgive you? Man, of course I do! You’re family,

you’re more- you’re everything to me. Just don’t be dead,

let me tell you, please. I want to, I need

to, it’s so hard, you see- but you say you know.

Does that mean you don’t care? Does it mean

you don’t want it, does it mean it’s not there- the thing

that I felt, that I’d hoped would come through- thought

I’d caught glimpse of a...thing like mine, just within

you. So I fight, and I dance, and I eat and I sleep.

And I don’t pray, though I want to, just to have you

with me. Hope flies away, and I settle for this- just you

beside me, not touching; distanced. Then we’re running-

we’re hiding- she’s got her hand on my heart- but

that’s not the thing that tore it apart. It’s what you said next,

that I’m good? That I’m love? That you love the whole world

not from the beginning but because you love me?

What the hell do I say? I know what I want to, but it takes

you away. It takes you, it took you, now I’m alone in hell.

I love you. ‘Course I love you.

I love you,

Castiel.

#rain writes #spnpoetryrenaissance #poem #spn #destiel #yep its another old one #but I never posted these so...#and yes #2 for the first prompt but oh well

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icarusalchemist · 2 years

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you should have raised a baby girl (i should have been a better son)

read on ao3

summary: John has never been a good father to his sons, but especially when he still thinks he's got a daughter and only one son.

or: what if dean had the colt and john told him to shoot? (1x22)

tw: transphobia, deadnaming, misgendering, canon-typical violence

Every time John said it, Dean wanted to punch him in the mouth. It had been years, at this point, yet John still refused to change or at least be less of an asshole. Dean could hear Sammy scoffing in the back of his head, even though it had been eight months since he'd last seen the kid.

'He's never going to accept it,' Sam had told him. That was before he left, before he abandoned Dean on his own with John, to face the consequences of losing Sam.

'He might,' Dean had tried. 'He's still friends with Bobby!'

'You honestly think Dad's observant enough or even cares enough to know about Bobby? And you would really call what they are "friends"? It's more like Bobby has been our drop-off babysitter for the past few years while Dad's been too obsessed to care about even putting us up in a motel,' Sam argued.

Dean sighed and rubbed a hand across his forehead, pinching his brow. 'You never know-'

But now, Dean does know. Sam had left and Dean no longer needed to be the punching bag in the middle of John and Sam's biggest fights, so he told John.

'It's Dean, now.' His voice had been so shaky and so quiet, beer bottle so close to his lips it's like he was whispering to his liquor instead of coming out to his father.

'What?' John asked, all gruff and already closer to drunk than Dean, having started earlier and being three more drinks in. 'Speak up.'

Dean cleared his throat and swallowed, moving the bottle only a few inches away from his mouth. 'My name. It's-'

"It's Dean."

"What?"

"I said, my name is Dean." He takes a deep breath, eyes still locked on the Colt in his hands. He scoffs, "You can't be fucking proud of me if you don't know my name. And Dad would never be proud of me for wasting a bullet, he'd be fucking furious." Dean looks up, then, making eye contact with John and raising the Colt. "You're not my dad."

"Xxxx, it's me."

Dean runs his tongue hard against his lower lip to keep from grinding his teeth. "I know my dad better than anyone." He shakes his head, cocking the gun. "And you ain't him."

"What the hell's gotten into you?" John seems astonished. Dean takes it as more proof that this is not John, because this is far from the first time Dean has ever leveled a gun at his father.

“I could ask you the same thing.” Dean takes a step back, not taking an eye off of John. “Stay back.” Out of the corner of his eye, Dean sees Sam return to the room.

“Dean? What the hell’s going on?” Sam doesn’t sound scared, just confused. After all, he’s seen this scene play out a hundred times.

“Your sister’s lost her mind,” John says, and damn if the demon isn’t good at making those words hurt even worse.

“He’s not Dad,” Dean says, quick on his words to cover up John’s voice, talking over Sam’s indignant, “What?” “I think he’s possessed. I think he’s been possessed since we rescued him.”

“Don’t listen to her, Sammy,” it says, the words cutting deeper still.

“Dean, how do you know?” And in this moment Dean couldn’t be more grateful to Sam, giving him a chance and still forcefully trying to correct what Sam believes might still be their dad.

“He’s-” Dean stumbles over the words that try to trap themselves behind his lips. “He’s different.”

John’s lip twitches, the start of a snarl as the demon inside shakes his head and looks to Sam. “You know what, we don’t have time for this. Sam, you wanna kill this demon, you gotta trust me.”

There’s silence, and Dean flicks his gaze to Sam’s face. He’s watching them both, thinking it through. The father he’s never liked, let alone trusted, or the brother he’s spent the past year hunting and fighting on the road with, the one who pulled him away from everything he loved. Dean returns his gaze to John, chewing on the inside of his lip.

“Sam,” the demon prompts, too close to a command rather than a request, even for John, and Sam’s mind is made up.

“No.” And it’s so quiet, Dean almost doesn’t hear him. “No,” Sam speaks again, just a little bit louder this time, and Dean tightens his grip on the Colt as Sam makes his way over and behind him, and if the look in John’s eyes could kill, they would’ve both been dead a long time ago.

“Fine. You’re both so sure, go ahead and kill me,” and there’s a bite to his voice, so much venom it could drown someone twice over. He flicks his gaze back and forth between Dean and Sam, Dean and the Colt, before he looks down, almost in submission, and Dean can’t bring himself to be sure enough to shoot.

He refuses to lower the gun, though.

“I thought so.” Then John’s looking up — and, oh, Dean has never felt so sick to his stomach about being right. There’s yellow eyes and a sickening sneer and all of a sudden there’s a force and Sam and Dean are flung back into a wall of the cabin. And the Colt- Dean loses grip of it on impact and it clatters to the floor. The demon walks over, slow as can be, and picks up the gun, turning it over in his hands. “What a pain this thing has been.”

“It’s you,” Sam struggles out, “isn’t it? We’ve been looking for you for a long time.”

A grin. “Well you found me.”

“I’m going to kill you!” Sam shouts, and he’s struggling, trying desperately to fight the invisible force keeping them pinned.

"Oh, I think not, but we’ll deal with that sentiment later,” and with a flick of the demon’s wrist, Sam’s out like a light. “You, on the other hand…” and he turns to face Dean. “We’ve got some talking to do.”

“Fuck you,” Dean spits, straining against the demon’s powers.

“Oh, Dean,” it tsks, and fuck, that somehow hurts worse coming out of John’s mouth than his deadname. “So much anger and vitriol. Y’know,” it places the gun down, and it’s so close Dean can almost- “he’s still alive in here, your dear old dad.” Dean’s blood turns to ice.

“Let him go.” Dean’s not proud of the whine in his voice, but he told Sam earlier and he meant it - love or hate or not, he will fight to protect his family. “You let him and Sam go!”

“I don’t think I will, actually. Not yet, at least. This is just getting even for you killing two of my own and trying so desperately to ruin everything for me. I think, instead, I’ll let John here have a taste of what it feels like to cut into his own son and watch him bleed.”

And for a second, a split second, Dean thinks he’s about to hurt Sam, because even though it’s the demon talking for sure now, Dean has never heard John call him his son. But then the pain starts, right in his chest, down to the skin beneath the bandages around his chest, and a scream erupts past Dean’s lips without his permission. There’s a pause in the pain, and Dean catches the demon’s yellow eyes.

“You know, it’s funny,” it says. Dean doesn’t answer, just spits blood at his feet, trying to catch his breath and ignore the pain and the slick blood sliding down his abdomen and soaking his shirt. “You fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is, they don’t need you. Not like you need them. That’s why Sammy left, and he was doing great on his own before you showed up. He was planning to propose, y’know?” The demon looks over to Sam, hanging unconscious from his pinned position on the wall. “He’s clearly John’s favorite, and it doesn’t even have to do with the whole-” it gestures to Dean’s body without looking- “thing. No, that’s not even the smallest part of why John favors Sam. Even when they fight, that’s more care John shows Sam than he shows you. Isn’t that right, Dean?”

And again, there’s a pain in his chest, but this time it’s more than physical. Dean grits his teeth, trying not to hang off of the demon’s words as it uses John’s voice to finally, finally see Dean as he is instead of as he was. This pain burrows itself so deep that when the physical pain comes again he can’t even bring himself to scream.

“Hm, disappointing,” it tsks again, and though the physical pain stops, ‘disappointing’ carves another wound across Dean’s heart. “Maybe I’ll switch to Sam, then. I’ll keep him alive, of course, but he’ll be more fun.”

“Don’t you dare,” Dean spits. The demon still isn’t looking at him, wandering over closer to Sam, examining his face. “Don’t touch him!” Dean shouts, and he pushes through every bit of pain coursing through his body and he’s up and the next thing he knows, he’s got the Colt in his hands aimed at the back of John’s head. “You touch him and I promise you it will be the last thing you ever do.”

It turns slowly on its heel, eyes locking on the Colt. “Really? You do remember that kills the meatsuit, too, right? Especially if you shoot it where you’re currently aiming it.”

“I know what I’m doing. Let Sam and my dad go or I’ll shoot.”

The demon grins and the yellow in its eyes flickers out briefly and for a moment, there’s really John. “Xxxx, do it, do it now!”

And before Dean can think, he pulls the trigger and the bullet hits dead center, right between his father’s eyes, and his body falls loudly to the ground.

#supernatural #supernatural fanfic #spn #dean winchester #trans dean #trans dean winchester #sam winchester #john winchester #tw transphobia #my fic #mine #my writing

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lirenel · 1 year

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Batman and Discworld

Right up front I’ll say my consumption of Batman materials consists of having liked the ‘Batman and Robin’ movie in the 90s (yes, the one with Freeze and Ivy) and reading Batfamily fanfic, so take this as it is.

But I just finished reading Terry Pratchett’s Discworld series and all I could think of is just...what would happen to Gotham if Vetinari and Vimes and the Vimes family ended up in Gotham?

Because I can just see it: Batman has no idea where this new mayor comes from and he has some...odd...ideas about how to control crime. And he added some rough dude to be Gordon’s right-hand man at the GCPD who Batman would think was from Crime Alley except he keeps complaining about the streets feeling wrong? And his wife has somehow made herself in charge of the mutant lizards down by the docks, creating an entire sanctuary out of tape and trash while talking like she’s from Bristol?

The Batfamily starts investigating. The Red Hood quickly switches sides when Vetinari hires him to control the Crime Guild: Jason now legally controls all of crime in Gotham, though the Crime Guild has its own subguilds like the Thief Guild and the Drug Guild and the Seamstress Guild (Jason doesn’t get why Vetinari keeps calling prostitutes ‘seamstresses’ but the woman in charge of the subguild likes it so he lets it go). Jason can also ‘deal’ with anyone who goes against Guild rules with impunity and even gets rewarded by the duly elected head of Gotham’s government.

Batman is gritting his teeth because he’s dealt with corruption before, but this is something different because Vetinari doesn’t try to hide it and people love him for it. Gordon even loves it because Vimes took one look at the GCPD and is now vigorously helping the commissioner root out bad cops and making them work while being just as down to earth and chain-smoking as the rest of them. And of course, Vimes won Gordon’s best-friendship when the man looked up to the shadows and said ‘Stop standing over there and come do some actual work, Batman’ before the vigilante could reveal himself. Seriously, Vimes has never not seen the bats in the shadows, even Black Bat, and Gordon loves how frustrated it makes them.

And the thing is, if Vimes were working for anyone else other than the obviously corrupt and crime-controlling Vetinari, Batman would also love him because the man absolutely despises guns. Like, won’t use one, hates to see his men using them, will go out of his way to absolutely trash any gun that comes into his hand, doesn’t even say the word correctly. He’s a family man, devoted to his wife and son, and seems to get Gotham despite having no record of ever living there before. But even if Vimes seems to hate the man, he’s clearly Vetinari’s dog so Batman can’t trust him.

(And no, it has nothing to do with the fact that Damian is now working part-time at the Sybil Vimes Mutant Lizard Sanctuary and comes home every time excited to talk about the Vimes family and Little Sam is his best friend and Lady Sybil - yes, Father, I said Lady Sybil, she is deserving of the title - is the best at getting the lizards to not spit venomous tar at people and Captain Vimes seems to really understand the criminal element of Gotham with a mix of understanding and absolute adherence to justice and. It has nothing to do with the fact that Jason regularly has dinner meeting with Vetinari and introduced him to Alfred who took to Vetinari like fire and more fire. Nothing to do with Dick teasing him about being seen in the shadows. Nope, Batman knows Vetinari is up to something and he will stop it.)

(Vetinari is up to making Gotham actually a livable city. His way worked once, it should again. Now if only Bruce Wayne would stop dressing up like a vampire and getting in his way and fall into line, that would be great.)

#batman #batfamily #discworld

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madzigness · 1 year

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Adam his version of "Dentist!"

(Author note: Another low effort shitpost about Adam. I want to apologise to everyone for making and sharing this, but I listened to the song from Little shop of horrors song name "Dentist!" And it just fit Adam as character so much and I had to make an Adam edit of the song, but still I am sorry. Commnet if you have song suggestion for a villain of rwby that would be fun to make something like this for and I might just make something like this)

Disclaimer do not read if you find gore, the act of cutting of limbs too disturbing!

Adam driving Bumblebee with Yang gagged and tide up behind him.

(Adam) „When I was younger, just a bad little kid

Sienna noticed funny things I did

Like shootin' human kids with a BB gun

I'd burn a huntsman academy, and when I was done

I'd find Blake and bash in her head

That's when Sienna said”.

Adam stopped the bike in front of a factory and picked up struggling Yang.

Banesaw stepped out of the truck he drove next to Adam.

(Banesaw) “What did she say?”

(Adam) “She said, "My boy, I think someday

You'll find a way

To make your natural tendencies pay

You'll be a terrorist””.

(Banesaw) “You'll be a terrorist”.

(Adam) “You have a talent for causin' things pain”.

(Banesaw) “Pain”.

(Adam) “Son, be a terrorist”.

(Banesaw) “Son, be a terrorist”.

(Adam) “Faunus will pay you to be inhumane”.

(Banesaw) “Inhumane”.

(Adam) “Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood

And teaching would suit you still less

Son, be a terrorist

You'll be a success!" Adam walked into the factory full of White fang members, Yang was hung by her hands on a chain in the middle of it.

(White fang gang) “Here he is folks, the leader of the White fang!

Watch him beat that human,” Adam punches Yang and blood spills out of her mouth” oh my god!

He's a terrorist and he'll never ever be any good”.

(Adam) “Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?” He lifted Yangs head so she would face him.

(Adam) “Oh, that hurts! Wait, I hope you are not numb!” Yang was struggling and trying to scream or talk through the gag.

(Adam) “Oh, shut up” He punched her in the gut. Bonesaw had taken Yang scroll and video called Blake she had answered and now was looking in horror with the rest of her team.

(Adam) “loosen up, here I come!” Bang another punch thrown at Yang.

(Adam) “I am your terrorist”.

(Banesaw) “Goodness gracious”.

(Adam) “And I enjoy the career that I picked”

(Banesaw) “Love it”.

(Adam) “I am your terrorist”.

(Banesaw) “Breaking bones”.

(Adam) “And I get off on the pain I inflict”.

(Banesaw) “Really love it”.

(Adam) “I thrill when I drill a human filth”.

(Banesaw) “human filth”.

(Adam) “It's swell though they tell me I'm maladjusted”

(Banesaw) “terrorist”.

(Adam) “And though it may cause my victims distress”.

(Banesaw) “Distress”.

Adam stopped beating Yang and walked up to an alter with Sienna picture kneeling before it.

(Adam) “Somewhere, somewhere in heaven above me

I know, I know, that Sienna proud of me

Oh, Sienna?

'Cause I'm a terrorist, and a success!” Adam picked up his sword and walked back to where Yang was hanging and raised the blade.

(Adam) “Say ah!” Adam leaned towards Yang.

(Yang)*muffled screaming* “mmmhhh”

(Adam) “Say ah!” Yangs eyes filled with horror.

(Yang)*muffled screaming* “aaahhh”

(Adam) “Say ah!” Adam brought down his sword cutting of one of Yang arm a faunus removed her gag.

(Yang)*shrill screaming* “AAAAAAAhhhhhhhh!”

Adam turned to look at the scroll and saw Blake and the rest of her team horrified and crying, Adam smiled.

(Adam) “We are done she learnt her lesson cut the feed.” The White fang left the factory, leaving Yang hanging in the factory for team RWB to find her dead or alive depended on how fast they found her.

#adam taurus #rwby adam #rwby #yang xiao long #rwby yang #blake bellodona #rwby blake #sienna khan #rwby sienna #white fang

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snowbellewells · 2 years

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Whumptober Fic, Day 3 “Shot to the Heart”

Okay, so this is a little different for me, but I am so stuck and continually second guessing myself on my @cssns22 fic’s second chapter that I decided to try something else completely to break me out of that stalemate. Here’s my first attempt at one of this year’s @whumptober prompt fills: Day #3 ~ Gun to Temple. It drops off in a sort of intentional clifhanger, though maybe another prompt will resturn to it later in the month, who knows? I feel energized having completeed something after nearly two months, so here’s hoping someone else enjoys it too...

Thanks to those who sprinted with me last night in the Discord. For what it’s worth I imagine this happening somewhere in the Underworld arc, but diverging when they run into Cruella, intent on revenge...

Also on AO3, if you prefer...

“Shot to the Heart”

by: @snowbellewells

The sound as the hammer cocked echoed horribly in the room, seeming to reverberate endlessly. Emma froze where she stood, afraid even to blink or draw breath. They hadn’t been quick enough, and now she felt the cool, steel barrel of the compact - almost pretty - little handgun Cruella pressed to her temple.

With intense effort, Emma barely trembled as the taller woman moved in closer to her side, a sinister sneer on those blood red lips and eyes evilly lit with malice. The villainess nearly crooned in satisfaction as she twisted the pistol against Emma’s skull, relishing the moment. “Oh, kitten, you are in trouble, aren’t you? Did you really think you could come down here, still living, and leave again without my catching up to you? When you cut me down in my prime?”

Savoring the power no doubt, Cruella traced the muzzle down Emma’s cheek, under her chin with a vicious jab that made the Savior flinch in spite of herself, before bringing it back to rest against her temple once more. “Darling, surely you aren’t that naive…” Tsking, Cruella shook her head mockingly, lips pursed in a scoffing sort of pout.

While Emma hardly dared respond, biting her lip against it in fact, their enemy’s words caught Killian’s attention where he was several steps ahead of Emma, nearly to the door. Whirling to take in the scene, he had no such compunction, a roar of both anger and anxiety tearing from his throat as he took a step back toward them. “You threatened her son, you witch!” he accused, the ire in his words snapping across the space between his Love and the woman who held her, even if his gait did pull up short at the sight of Cruella tightening her grip on the gun, her finger practically caressing the trigger with restless anticipation.

“Ha!” the bitter hag cackled, her entire face displaying just how unhinged she truly was, accentuated even more by the weird frame of her still perfectly coiffed and completely two tone hair. “You noble types, so easily able to delude yourselves that your actions are justified when you resort to unsavory methods. A different standard than the rest of us,” she sniffed haughtily, her sharp talons of pointed nails digging into the skin of Emma’s neck as they clenched with the passion behind her words.

Emma could see Killian gritting his teeth to the point that a muscle twitched spasmodically in his jaw, his right hand flexing open and closed again at his side, while she knew the hook at his left itched to tear into her captor - as he would anyone who dared touch her with an unkind hand. The only thing holding him in place was a fear that movement from him would prompt Cruella to fire the shot she held at the ready. What Emma realized all too well, that her that pirate might not admit to himself, was that Cruella didn’t intend to be placated or talked down from this standoff. She had nothing left to lose, and didn’t care what happened to her once she got her revenge on Emma for ruining her wild spree in the land of the living above.

Swallowing hard, Emma tried to catch her pirate’s eye, to make him listen as she prepared to speak, even with her heart already sinking, knowing he would never do what she was about to ask of him. Still, she had to try. They didn’t have much time. Hades had given them one chance, one shot to possibly restore life to Killian’s not-yet-resurrected body so he could return home with them. She could already feel the tremors in the stone beneath her feet, and if the plinth holding the bit of ambrosia crumbled before they reached it, Killian would still be trapped down here, and all of this would be for nothing. She wasn’t going back without him. Not now… she couldn’t! Even if it meant -

“Just go, Killian! Please,” she practically begged, the tear that she just managed to hold back from running down her cheek still audible in her voice, despite her best efforts. “You have to get the ambrosia. It’s the only way.”

His eyes widened in disbelief, shocked that she could even think of trying to convince him to carry on and leave her in peril, an enemy poised to snuff out her life. She was his only light in a world that had been nothing but darkness for so long. Shaking his head, his response confirmed what Emma had already known. He might regain his physical life, but if Emma died in the effort, his soul would remain lost here forever.

He didn’t move an inch.

And somewhere deep inside, Emma loved him even more for it. Though she cursed his stubborn determination and lack of a single self-preserving instinct, his devotion once again overwhelmed her in its completeness. After a lifetime of being left behind, sacrificed for the benefit of others, all alone, his refusal to do the same never ceased to amaze her.

But they couldn’t afford it now. Cruella would not be dissuaded, and there was no reasoning with her - they’d learned that while she was still alive. The woman was a true psychotic - no regular person’s morals or qualms to rein her in, no empathy to make her resolve weaken or regret change her course - and that had been true even before she roamed the Underworld just looking for a way to snatch back what she felt had been stolen from her.

As if feeding on Emma’s distress and her fear for Killian - even if she was the one with a bullet aimed straight for her brain - Cruella laughed harshly, entirely too loudly, in Emma’s ear. “What a shame! Your pretty pirate doesn’t seem to be listening to you, Savior.” Her birthright title sounded like the filthiest of curses when spat on Cruella’s tongue as it was. It would have been maddening, the satisfaction the woman found in their pain, if Emma weren’t so frantic to get Killian to move, to save himself, to make sure he reached their goal before it vanished.

Desperate to end the stalemate, Emma tried a new tactic, forced a bravado she didn’t feel as she replied, “He rarely does, but then, I’m sure you know as well as I do, the ones who drive you crazy are the most fun.” She tried to glanced sideways enough to catch Cruella’s eye, either to throw the woman off her game, or at least gauge her next move. Pressing on, she forced an almost boredom she was far from feeling into her tone. “Look, Flapper Queen, I know you aren’t backing down. We both know you intend to settle a score here. So, if you’re gonna shoot me, just do it already. Then maybe Jones over there will get a move on a-and save himself.”

It was the barest wobble of her voice, but Emma cursed it all the same, the emotion showing in her inflection for a second and risking giving her entire gambit away. Killian’s eyes widened at the mere suggestion, though he held his ground. Still, he couldn’t help the breath that escaped him, “Emma, no love, don’t even think it.”

Unfortunately, the villainess latched onto Emma’s slip the second it happened. Emma trembled more then, when the other woman’s focus shifted, than she had even when the gun first touched her head.

“Well, well, well, darling,” the devilish diva cooed, her voice low and oozing false sympathy, tapping the muzzle against Emma’s temple carelessly and making it impossible not to flinch, even being Cruella’s target was no longer her first concern. “It really is all too delicious…”

Emma tried to ignore the woman’s toying with them, to turn all her focus onto urging Killian with her eyes, trying to warn him, needing him to get out of harm’s way.

Cruella continued as if mulling over something she had already decided. “You ruined everything for me, just when I was finally free, finally allowed to enjoy being my mad, bad self. All the fun and mischief I could have had… you ended that. It can’t be undone. It seems only fair that you feel the same pain.”

Even before it happened, Emma had the horrible sense of what was coming. The witch had grasped what would truly ruin her life - what couldn’t be righted or recovered - and set her twisted sights upon it. It felt like a fraction of a second between the muzzle being lifted from her skin and Cruella leveling the gun at Killian. Emma tried to lunge for the weapon, to call out a warning, but she seemed weighted down with shock and horror. For all that the woman had played with Emma interminably before taking action, when she finally made her move, it happened in a millisecond; decision made and bullet shot out of the gun.

Cruella’s aim was horrifyingly true. When the bullet struck Killian’s flesh and he fell before her eyes, the burning, staggering pain that ripped through Emma’s body was more devastating than being shot herself.

Tagging: @whumptober @cosette141 @hollyethecurious @jrob64@kmomof4 @cocohook38 @killian-whump @spartanguard @therooksshiningknight @anmylica

#whumptober2022 #no.3 #gun to temple #captain swan #cs fic #gunshot wound #angst #ouat 5b divergece #shot to the heart #whumptober prompt fic #cs one shot

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Tim And Eric Awesome Show, Great Job! #25: “C.O.R.B.S” | August 25, 2008 - 12:30AM | S03E05

Another mixed bag from Timmy boy and my Eric man. This one has a little bit of a hosting thing that’s just them horsing around with a box of balloons.

After the opening sequence, we get the first of two C.O.R.B.S. segments. They bookend the show and are pretty simple. C.O.R.B.S. stands for Cops On Recumbent Bicycles. The joke is, wouldn’t that be funny if there were cops on recumbent bicycles. The end is that they get dispatched to a very dangerous assignment and are immediately sprayed with machine gun fire. It ends with a silly little outtake of Eric pursing his lips as though the fake blood on his mouth is lipstick. I remember this being sort of a polarizing sketch, but it works well enough for me. They were right: it would be funny if there were guys like this.

There’s Business Hugs, which is the first collaboration between Ray Wise (that’s Laura Palmer’s father) and Tim & Eric. This one is pretty fun, though for some reason I never considered it a favorite for no real reason I can pin down. Wise is game as fuck, and it’s infectious. It’s no wonder they used him in their movie. His final line, where he does an inexplicable accent, is bizarre and mildly off-putting, but that’s the fun of it all. I like the part when Wise instructs the business hugger to make “three tender circles” on the small of his associates back in order to appropriately show sympathy for his wife’s miscarriage. If you love this sketch, well, lucky you, there are a few seconds of “bloopers” on the DVD during the blooper montage. It’s mostly behind the scenes footage of the crew cracking up. Cracking Wise, as *I* like to call it!

Next is the Cinco Eye Tanning System, which features our friends from the Bro’och. It hits similar beats, like need to remove the user’s teeth before undergoing treatment. This is pitched entirely as a solution for “racoon eyes”, which is when a tanning man wears tanning goggles, leaving the skin around his eyes white as the day is long. I chuckled at the reason for the teeth removal: It’s easier to do that than it is to keep your mouth shut during the procedure, and nobody wants tan teeth. It’s that perfectly stupid brand of tortured logic that I love.

There’s another somewhat lackluster Steve Brule sketch, and I really do think they had a lot of these banked and their stock was depleting. I could be wrong. This one has a funny graphic: Brule talks about his Internet Web Wiz nephew Josh and we get a cool picture of him. Brule’s viral clip is just him singing a cool guy song in the mirror.

My favorite sketch is a dour family drama set at a dated-looking dinner table (roughly circa the 1980s). The parents tell their children that they are divorcing and that their mother is leaving their father for a burglar that broke into their house a week previous. “He’s a weird man, but he’s taller than your dad.” The son asks “Where are we going to (belching) live.” the sketch soon devolves into the kids belching at each other. The dad eventually notices the camera on him and screams at the audience for watching this. I weirdly recall NOT liking this one when it first aired? Could that be possible? Or maybe I’m just remembering this sketch being similarly polarizing. But to me, stuff like this makes even the less-than-great episodes worth it. Experimental art stuff, you know. I LIKE IT.

Overall, I liked this one. It does have a few weak spots, and I think I talked myself into this being “one of the good ones” over the course of this write-up. But seeing uninspired host segments and weak Brule really does a lot to help lower my opinion.

#adult swim #adultswim2021 #tim and eric awesome show great job

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Pilot

At the wall

A young boy wearing a red top hat that had a gold crown at its brim sits in his cell, with a look of hopelessness on his face.

“Ok, maybe not a good place to start with, you’re probably wondering how I got here.”

“First’s things first, my name is George, but my friends, er one friend calls me, GG. What does it stand for? … I don’t know, I can’t really contact the person who gave it to me.” “As for how I got here, if this little thing on my head isn’t any indication, I'm a member of the Toppat clan, for my whole life, in fact”

“Yep, you heard me, I was born to THE toppat clan…….’s submarine division, not many people care about it compared to the big guys, like airship, but at least we don’t have to worry as much about the government going after us.”

“As for how I like it personally? Eh. sure I couldn’t really go anywhere myself, and the view of the ocean got old, FAST.” “but I got 3 meals a day, a stylish hat and both my parents are alive, heh, not gonna lie, I definitely miss them.”

“They always celebrated the small things: First steps, first words, first eye glow, first piece of metal melted.” “My family has a history of these weird elemental powers, My mom wields electricity while my dad wields fire, so naturally, I get both.”

I got pretty excited when they promised to “bring out my full potential” but it just amounted to constantly being told, “burn through this” and “short circuit that” I couldn’t even do it right most of the time.” “It's especially discouraging when I hear about all the cool stuff my parents use their powers for,the massive flame blasts, the blackouts,can’t help but feel a little inadequate…”

“Anyways, this all started earlier today, I was in my room, practicing mario 64 speedrun tricks, when I heard my parents come in.”As he walked in, dad uttered,

“So, how are you doing, son?” sounding slightly nervous.

”Ok, what’s the bad news?”

“Wait, wha-?”

“You say that everytime you’re about to tell me or mom bad news, and I should know, because I do it too.”

mom then replied, attempting to de-escalate the situation “I wouldn’t say it’s bad news, quite the opposite, you’re finally going on your first solo-heist!”

I felt my heart damn near jump clean outta my ribcage “Wait?! WHAT?! I can barely melt a crowbar or power a lightbulb, and now you expect me to do a heist all on my own?!” I panickedly spoke. Desperately trying to calm me down, mom said, “well that may be true, but we figured you could use some field experience before we head to the orbital statio-” “it’s the captain’s orders, we don’t have a choice” dad Interrupted “Sweety! not so blunt!” mom shouted

“Ugh captain Sharkbite, not fond of that guy at all,it gets annoying having my parents get orders barked at them more often than my feet touch the floor, very annoying, and when they’re not doing that, they’re always blabbering off about fish, boasting their razor sharp teeth, or being jealous of some guy with a train and a big gun.”

Dad then tried to reassure me saying, “I know this is a tad sudden, but we do believe in you” he said before giving him a hug. “Ok, I feel better”

“Great!” Mom replied “be at the front of the submarine in 1 hour.” I simply gave a thumbs up as the two left.

From there, I'd say I reacted rationall…y by screaming hysterically. “I DON'T FEEL BETTER AT ALL! AAAAAHHHH!”

Enter, Jessica, my best friend. She had long orange hair, a blue hat, cyan neckerchief, orange and blue eyes and orange shoes. She even has elemental powers as well (water and earth to be specific) not sure how exactly she got em though. As much as I love my parents, sometimes it seems like she does a better job at keeping me from doing stupid crap than they do. Even if we’re definitely prone to more than our fair share of shenanigans and mischief, she can be a bit in over her head at times, but she’s always so supportive of me, she even gave me my nickname, and this cool crown and.... What was I talking about again? Oh, right”

“Something on your mind?” she asked “I then explained the whole situation, and like any good friend would, she offered me a helping hand” “what if I went with ya?” she suggested “then it wouldn’t be much of a solo heist” I questioned. She then relayed to me her plan in more detail. It sounded pretty good to me, so I agreed

One hour later

I walked up to the front of the submarine, where the captain greeted me, handed me an earpiece and described the goal to me, “yer task is simple, get in, get out with so much as a single coin, get to the nearest body of water and press the red button on yer earpiece and you’ll officially be part of the clan, be careful however, no toppat has actually set foot in this place, but it’s the last place for you to be able to steal from before we head to the orbital station, good luck lad.”

They then pressed a button, causing part of the ceiling to lower and the entrance to the sub’s cannon to be revealed. I've seen plenty of others get launched out of it to their heists, I was definitely not excited to learn how it feels myself. I got in, taking deep breaths every step, as the door closed I could hear dad yell out “Give one of the guards a big smack for me!” Unbeknownst to the others, Jessica was waiting in the surprisingly spacious cannon, which she entered through the roof after the back door closed. It was comforting having her along with me for this. “3…2...1” I hear the captain announce, before slamming a button, “Launch!” They shouted, and we were off

Truth be told, I don’t remember much from the flight, I just recall a loud bang, screaming, and a nasty earache.

It’s almost like our division has no goddamn idea how to spend the little portion of the budget we’re given.

Anyway, I woke up to Jessica who said, “you ok?” I told her I was and she replied, “good,cause it looks like we’re here”

Thinking about that sight still sends shivers down my spine, before me stood the largest casino I’d ever seen, the building was large, blindingly bright, lacked windows, was plastered with all kinds of card and luck based imagery, and at the center there were three golden letters, “MOC” with a small banner reading “Mansion of cards below it”

I gulped, took a deep breath and nervously muttered, “well, here we go” and tried to step inside, but jessica quickly stopped me, exclaiming “woah, woah, you don’t just waltz into a place you’re about to heist from!” before leading me to the less, glowing side of the building, examined it a bit, then let out an “A-ha! An unguarded vent! Amateurs.” She then used a large rock to break the vent door, and we began to make our way through the tunnel.

As we were crawling, I talked a bit more about what I was going through, “Jess, ya ever wonder if there's more to life than just getting shot out of a cannon, taking crap, then leaving?” sounding concerned, she responded with, “I dunno, but what’s making you think so hard about it now? Usually you seem content making the most out of your life on the submarine. “'Well, yeah, but it’s just a lot of pressure thinking about the whole, ‘this is the rest of my life’ thing, especially when I'm no good at it.” I said back.

She took a moment to think, before telling me “I get you’re feeling boxed in, but who knows? Maybe a curveball’s coming your way that’ll let you pick a new path in this crazy life, and whatever it is, i’m sure you’ll find a way to enjoy it, like you always have!” I’ll admit, that definitely helped me feel better at the time.

After some time, we finally made it to the main vault and I was mesmerized. Not just by all the money, but also the feeling of doing something right for once, albeit with some help. I think Jess was trying to explain something about what to do next, but I was too distracted by the feeling of sheer awe I was in.

That, was when I made the biggest mistake of my life

I picked up a coin from the massive money mountain before me to get a closer look.

Then an alarm went off.

I was immediately taken out of that previous feeling of awe and in its place was sheer fear and panic, I turned to Jess. She was trying to tell me something and was waving her arms in a signaling motion. I think she wanted me to calm down but I couldn’t hear her over the booming siren and the constant stomping of the approaching security.

So I did the first thing that came to mind in my flight-or-flight instincts, I ran, I ran, ran and ran like hell.

As I was panickedly sprinting, I remember a strange sensation in my legs, as if some kind of energy was sparking out of them, making me run faster.

But I didn’t have time to focus on that, I only had one thing in mind: Getting the fuck out of dodge.

The guards began rushing towards me, I felt my eyes widen with fear, and as before my instincts were at the helm and I tried to swipe them away as they approached. I recall a similarly strange feeling, but it was more so as if something was burning and I could swear I saw my very hand engulfed in flames.

But as before,I didn’t have time to dwell on these anomalies, I could only keep running, faster and faster, as the barrage of bullets as well as other weaponry grew louder and louder.

I’m not sure how far I ran, but I got a good distance outside the casino. And by the end of it all, I was exhausted.

My arms and legs were in intense pain, I was coughing and wheezing, my head felt incredibly light, eventually I could barely stand, and eventually collapsed on the ground.

When I woke up, my earpiece was gone, so I couldn’t talk to the captain or anyone else, and I found myself here.

I’ve never been to the wall, but I've heard more than enough about the immense cold, depressing gray ‘aesthetics’ and the view of the massive drop to the sea from the windows. I guess word got around about my attempted robbery pretty quickly, or I was out for a long time. I also remember the many warnings about this place I got from other toppats, about it’s infamously high security

Either way, that’s basically my story. I fucked up, got stuck here in this notoriously inescapable hellhole, and now, I can’t help but wonder; is this the end?

At that moment, a mysteriously enthusiastic yet simultaneously threatening voice cried out to the seemingly hopeless Toppat, “Or is it just the beginning?”

GG looked around, confused, before noticing, a crack steadily growing on the cell’s ceiling before it broke.

After the dust settled from his landing, the mysterious figure revealed himself, a tall man with yellow and purple eyes, sporting a dark purple and yellow jester hat, and a big, ominous smile.

After the mysterious figure made his landing, GG could only sit there for a few seconds before asking “Who the hell are you?”

“The name’s Lown, K.Lown! Entertainer, extraordinaire!” The jester exclaimed

“...ok, but why are you here exactly?”

“Is that a serious question? Any performer worth their salt knows where to find a frown to turn upside down!” K.Lown yelped as he began to play a goofy tune on a kazoo he pulled from his hat.

GG simply stared at the jester as he questioned what the hell was even happening. Before eventually speaking, “Uhhh, thanks for, whatever this is…? But I don’t see why you’re going outta your way to do some party tricks for some guy stuck in the wall.”

“Ah, impatient aren't ya? I always save my big disappearance for last!”

“Wait, really? how are ya getting me outta here?” GG stated, sounding slightly annoyed

“Hmmm. I hadn’t quite thought that far, hmmm, how about this!?”

He yelled out as he grabbed GG’s arm and jumped out the window. At this moment however K.lown began to show his true acrobatic prowess as he leaped to the rock wall adjacent to the window before bouncing back to the side of the wall, repeatedly doing so, gaining height until he reached the roof of the complex. “How’s that for a big disappearance?”K.Lown proudly shouted, GG didn’t say anything, as he was in a large amount of shock, still trying to process what he just went through.

Unfortunately for the two, the wall’s security quickly caught on two their escape attempt and soon enough, a large group of guards had them at gunpoint.

K.lown simply chuckled, Chucked GG high up in the sky, before roaring out, “Can I get a volunteer from the audience?!”

As the gunfire rushed towards him, the clown somersaulted through the volley and right into the fray, pushing the crowd of armed guards,who were now left confused and at risk of shooting their own through the chaos.

All of a sudden, one of the guards noticed their assault rifle was missing from their hand. All of a sudden the group hears a whistle from behind them, they turn around to find…

K.lown holding one of their assault rifles, with a big, crazed, clownish smile. He laughed maniacally as he unloaded the hoard’s own ammunition against them, while quickly maneuvering to avoid the shots coming to him as well.

When all was said and done, K.lown jumped down from the roof and onto the front of the wall, which was a mostly empty field of snow, he then raised his hands into the air for GG to land perfectly on them, which he did... For a brief second before plopping face first onto the ground, at this point he was knocked out cold, so jester simply dragged him into the back of one of the wall’s trucks that was conveniently nearby and drove off.

Several hours later…

GG woke up in the dark back of the truck, greeted by a brief silence, before it was abruptly intruded By the clown’s booming, “Ta-da!”

“So we’re really out?” GG Skeptically inquired.

“Believe it”

“Truth be told, I don’t remember much after you… jumped out that window…”

“Eh, nevermind that, we’re outta that winter wasteland, now just sit tight and I’ll get ya where ya need to be.”

While he was thankful for being busted out of the wall, GG was still overall confused by everything that was happening and figured he might as well try to get some answers, “if you don’t mind me asking, are you sure you know where you’re going, Lown, was it?

“Why of course, why wouldn’t I?”

“Well I never saw or heard about you back home and I wanted to know how exactly you knew the Toppats.”

“Oh Toppats, schmoppats! Do you really wanna spend all your time in some sticky space resort, surrounded by lunatics?”

“Sure I’m not good at stealing and such, but it’s my home, my family, they’re probably worried sick right now…”

“Don’t you worry my heterochromatic friend, everything will be alright once we reach our destination, and whadya know, we’re here!”

As the truck stopped, GG excitedly walked to the back of the truck, K.lown then opened the doors to reveal…

The same casino that he had just come back from robbing and barely escaping

“Well, come on in!” K.lown said as he casually walked towards the building

“You coming or what?”

It was at this moment, GG began to question the motives of his new friend(?) He knew he needed to get out of this somehow, but he also knew that K.lown was quite the powerful individual, considering all the acrobatics he pulled off while getting him out of the wall (even if he wasn’t conscious through most of it). GG tried to back away in silence, but the clown soon interrupted with, “Don’t tell me ya got stage fright!”

“No, o-of course not, I just think… uhh, maybe it’ll be harder for the wall to find us if we split up..?” GG nervously retorted, as he turned around and began walking faster.

The jester let out a slight chuckle before responding, “Don’t try to make me laugh, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” he then springed towards GG. His shout however, put GG into full panic mode and he began to run for his life, unfortunately he kept on bumping into buildings, statues, as well as other of the city’s setpieces that kept him from going at top speed as the jester chased him down.

After some time, GG ran into a dark alleyway to hopefully hide and catch his breath, at that time he could only stand there and hope the demented entertainer wouldn’t find him. But he did notice, as he snuck up from behind, and punched right on the back of GG’s head, leaving him unconscious once again

“Talk about playing your cards wrong, you shity screw up.” K.lown smugly quipped, before dragging GG to the casino.

When he woke up, GG’s arms were stuck to shackles in the ceiling of a small, dark room, filled with strange devices and a glass door was in front of him. Soon enough, GG noticed a man approach the glass door, while he couldn’t quite see well in the darkness he knew it wasn’t K.lown, the man was wearing a dark blue top hat with a red stripe at the bottom, had some short, brown hair and black shoes, before long he spoke in a low stoic tone, “So, you’re finally awake, allow me to introduce myself. My name Is Dice. H. Roller I am the owner of the casino you and your partner have foolishly intruded upon.”

GG’s eyes widened realizing that Jessica could be here as well. “What did you do to her?!” He quickly bellowed, Dice was indifferent to his reaction however. Simply giving a, “hmph, such insolence.” before continuing his monologue, much to GG’s frustration.

I assume you’ve already met my second in command, you may be wondering why I sent him to get you out of the wall just to put you in another jail, are you not? Well it’s quite simple; I believe stealing from someone like me is a serious crime, and the wall’s idea of punishment is… inadequate.” he said as he reached for a remote control in his pocket and pushed one of it’s buttons. Suddenly the once nearly pitch black cell, glowed with the many instruments of torture surrounding GG “When those are done warming up, you’ll be experiencing the kind of pain that hell only wishes it could put one through, don’t fret, child. It was only a matter of time before those insatiable toppats would try to get their hands on my fortune, and thus, it was equally inevitable they'd lose some of their members trying to grasp such an unattainable treasure, at least they’re losing clear deadweight like you, you can keep that speck by the way, think of it as a reminder of how much of a failure you are.”

GG then noticed that even after everything,he still had the single coin he originally took in his pocket. Dice chortled and walked away.

GG then noticed a countdown near the top of his cell, presumably for how long the torture device needed to warm up, he could only stay there, watching it slowly countdown to zero and reflect on how things got to this point “well, I fucked up,Couldn’t do a heist on my own, couldn’t stop myself from raising an alarm, couldn’t stay out of the wall, Couldn’t tell that clown wasn’t trustworthy when I had the chance and I couldn’t even do anything right with or without Jess’ help”

As he continued to look around his cell, he noticed on his left, a window into the cell next to him, and he couldn’t believe his eyes when he realized, it was Jessica! She was was knocked out at the time, given how she had already gone through a round of torture while GG was gone. Without hesitation, GG immediately tried to get her attention, “Jess, Jess! Wake up, it’s me!”

Soon enough, she awoke, “huh…? GG? Oh no, oh fuck no, you’re here too?”

“Sadly, look, I’m so sorry, I left you behind back there, I can’t do anything right can I?”

“I-it’s ok, you panicked, but there’s no time to dwell on that. Especially with that ticking down”

The timer was only at one minute until the machinery had finished warming up

“So, do you have a plan?” GG promptly asked

“I think… even through all of that hell I might have a bit of power left in me”

Even though he was suspended in the air, GG could feel the ground faintly shaking beneath him, then a hole formed under him, it wasn’t particularly large but it looked like he could fit inside it.

“That tunnel should take you right outside of this city, after I take care of your shackles, I want you to go through, run for the hills, and never look back.”

“And you’ll follow after, right?

“...”

“Right…?”

“GG,you’re not a ‘screw up’ sure, you sometimes act without thinking, but you’ve always been there for me, you’ve always inspired me with how you always roll with the punches, treating all the struggles in your life as challenges to overcome and never giving up no matter what shit gets thrown at you. Promise me you’ll keep doing that.”

“I’ll try” GG said as he used his elbow to wipe tears from his eyes

“Good, even with all the shit that’ll happen to me here, it’ll be a bit more bearable knowing you’re still out there”

“Jess…” GG muttered before Jessica used a stream of water to slip his hands through the shackles, consequentially making him tumble through the tunnel before ending up at the Las pay-gas border “wait, wait!” He shouted, but Jessica had already closed the tunnel behind him to make sure no one else would go through it and find him.

Despite the feelings of gloom he was going through, GG took his friend’s words to heart, and was determined to not let her down. And he dashed off into the night, and into a new life.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~End of Pilot~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

#thsc oc #thsc fandom

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~Metal Family headcanons~

These are like my... general hcs)? which means I didn't include my main hc that Glam, Ches and Vicky are polyamorous, married and started dating after Glam met Vicky, and absolutely everything that implies for the kids and the relationships between each member of the fam. Maybe I'll make a separate post for that or maybe not! Who knows lkfwnlfqnf

Glam

Bisexual

Glam has constant nightmares and ocasional night terrors ever since he ran away home and is an active sleep walker. Ches helped him through the worse ones when they were younger, and learned how to deal with them, always preferring not to wake him up but being with him until the episode passed. Vicky has learned how to deal with them, though she normally asks Ches for advice with it cuz she comes out short sometimes.

He has PTSD. I bet it's diagnosed too, he takes medication and goes to therapy, it doesn't mean he still doesn't have his bad days anyway. He's trying to get better.

Glam has talked to Vicky about his past, his father and his family. This is a direct contradiction of Alina's confirmation that Glam doesn't talk about it with anyone but man FUCK THAT. We love good communication in this house, Vicky tries her best to help him, but there's only so much she can do to help.

Glam enjoys gardening, cooking and making models, he also likes doing his make up, painting his nails and dressing up in fancy, extravagant clothes even if he has nowhere important to go.

He likes taking care of everyone's hair, and constantly helps Vicky brush her hair cuz there's so much of it, Dee when he gets stressed over how tangled it can get, buys Ches hair products so he actually takes care of it, and chases Heavy so the kid actually washes, untangles and brushes his hair.

This one is kind of weird, but I refuse to think any adult in the family is unarmed at any time. Glam owns a taser and pepper spray. They're bright pink and sparkly.

This man cried his eyes out while watching Coco. He's hell to watch movies with cuz he talks and predicts what's gonna happen during the movie, judges them with scores at the end and all.

Vicky

Also bisexual!

Vicky's the one who does everyone's laundry most of the time. She prefers it that way since she's the only one that knows how to wash their black clothes so the colors stay vibrant. (This is based on my gf shaming everyone but Vicky cuz their black clothes always look so muted and almost gray, but Vicky's whole outfit is always the same vibrant black colors, so we decided that neither Glam or the kids know how to wash dark clothes)

She has anger issues, if it isn't obvious. I think she also has PTSD, mainly survivor's guilt due to her surviving the accident her brother died in. She blames herself and cannot bear to talk about it, in some sort of deep denial. If she can't remember, it can't hurt as much, right?

She has scars on the right side of her back and her hip, from the road rash she got on her brother's accident, she never treated it due to grief and it scarred badly. Apart from that, the scar of the caesarean section from Heavy's birth. She doesn't really mind both of them, they happened, nothing to do about them.

She likes watching boxing competitions, brawling matches and motorcycle repairing on TV. Loves doing BBQ's and going to the pool. Also an enjoyer of teasing her kids, kissing and loving her husband at random times, spending time drinking and bonding with Ches and bragging about her family and punching anyone who thinks they're not that cool.

Not particularly a fan of make up, skirts and dresses or any traditionally femenine-perceived stuff. But has been making exceptions due to Glam and Ches being unashamed of being seen as femenine, and actually rocking the looks. The internalized misogyny is kind of slowly dissapearing.

Apart from the guns she carries in each arm (I mean her biceps, have you looked at the size of those?? She strong) she has brass knuckles on her at all times. Glam gifts her new ones sometimes, she loves having multiple choices to punch people teeth in.

Loves horror, thrillers and action movies. Falls asleep during rom-coms and dramas. Ironically, loves gossip and talking shit about people. Enjoys hearing Ches talks about the gossip going on in the nursery home even if she doesn't know who the hell he's talking about.

Rest of the family under the cut!

Heavy

Heavy is a trans boy! He doesn't know his sexuality yet though, he's still figuring himself out. When he's older, i think he definitely dated some men but had better luck with girls.

Heavy has had innocent crushes on some girls on his class before, but they never turn into anything more cuz he's not the best at expressing himself. He follows the bother-the-girl-to-death-until-she-hates-you gimmick, and unsurprisingly, it doesn't work.

I'm sorry to break this to u but Heavy totally had an among us phase, and uses so much reddit and twitch slang... You know he does.

Likes bullying and teasing his brother to death. You know that when Dee had his first romance, Heavy was ALL up in his business being a tease and a bad attempt at a wingman. He means well tho.

He's not squeamish at all. Also has great pain resistance. This kid has picked cockroaches with his bare hands and loves cats, of course the cats have scratched him. He's tough!

Grows up to be the charming himbo he was always destined to be.

Dee

I hc him as demisexual. Kind of inherited his dad's tastes for the takes no crap, intimidating but pretty kind of people.

Can't cook. He tries but he can only do basics like rice, cereal, chicken nuggets or eggs. Complicated meals always burn or don't taste like anything at all. It drives him crazy.

Dee was a quiet and very well behaved toddler before Heavy was born. He never threw tantrums or got whims. After Heavy was born though, and despite the fact he understood his brother was small and needed special care, he started craving attention often and cried and got mad at little things. Typical jealousy of the oldest sibling.

The first time Dee fell in love with someone, he didn't recognize it was love at first. He just thought his interest on the person was born out of curiosity and aesthetic attraction, but as soon as he realized he seeked validation and companionship, that he liked seeing them smile, that he wanted to protect them, that he yearned for more time alone with them and that he wanted more than what just a simple friendship implied, it was an instant 'oh hell no'. He wanted those feelings to get the hell away, but unfortunately, they were there to stay.

Canonically likes MLP, psychological and horror anime like Death note and Hellsing, so I'm deciding he also watched Death Parade, had a FNAF phase, is very into The Walten Files. This guy enjoys any kind of specially dark ARG's and knows a ton of lore of real crime, unsolved cases, ghost appearances and other stuff. Doesn't believe in the supernatural, but sure is entertained by it.

He's a mess at romance. Flirting? His attempts at compliments are hardly flattering. Giving gifts? The best he can manage is jewelry and you can kind of tell he asked his dad for help. Dates? He's so nervous he's silent for most of it, but begins getting comfortable and having fun if his partner really knows how to get him down from his negativity cloud.

Ches

Pansexual.

He's very good with kids. He has the patience of a saint and he's laid-back, chill and fun but still is an authority figure who knows how to put limits. Sure, he's gonna let the kids light up a house on fire BUT hey, now they know everything about fire precautions, burns and how to treat them AND how to get away with arson. What an educational evening, am I right?

Due to certain info from the "Goodbye" official comic, I headcanon Ches as depressed. I don't want to elaborate a lot 'cuz of spoilers, but... God, everything related to his mom fucking hurts, man. How did he deal with all that?

Ches has been Dee and Heavy's babysitter so many times he cannot count them with all his fingers. He learned how to put those kids to sleep almost immediately (Sing Bon Jovi's "This ain't a love song" and any cheesy love song in a slow lullaby style and they're out), which movie were their favorite as kids (Heavy loved 'Monsters Inc.' and Dee never looked away during 'Meet the Robinsons'), how to console them after nightmares (Heavy needed reassurance, sweet words, and to be with someone until he fell asleep again. Dee just had to be tucked in, get his nightlight turned on and kissed in the forehead). He practically raised those kids along with Vicky and Glam.

More than once, Dee and Heavy have slipped and called Ches "Dad". Ches immediately gets his shit eating grin on and answers "Yes, son?" and does a couple of dad jokes just to mess and embarrass them. He's actually very flattered and surprised at how proud of himself he is for being a father figure to both kids.

Has a scar on the left side of his forehead due to a bottle his mom threw at him when he was younger, around the time he met Glam. He hates the scar with passion, it's a permanent reminder of the fact she never cared, that's why he always keeps it covered with his headband. Gets sad about it sometimes.

Ches likes to spend his time with a group of grannies of the nearby nursing home. He genuinely considers them his friends and gossips and hangs out with all of them on weekends. Bingo, billiards, walks in the park, soap opera marathons, you name it. I even designed them, gave them names and backstories... God, i just love the concept too much. I'll make some art about Ches and his granny gang FOR SURE, you're NOT ready for them.

Carries a pocket knife on him at all times. This man grew up on a bad neighborhood and absolutely knows how to defend himself, he can be intimidating when he wants to be and will pose a threat if needed. He's fucking terrifying when genuinely mad. Just cause he looks harmless doesn't mean he is, darling.

That would be all!

#metal family #glam metal family #ches metal family #victoria metal family #chess metal family #dee metal family #heavy metal family #metal family glam #metal family victoria #metal family dee #metalfamily #metal family heavy

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caspercryptid · 2 years

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AU where viktor adopts a werewolf baby after he and jayce break up or a scenario where jayce keeps randomly flinching in the middle of viktors lab and viktors like “…are you okay” and then jayce catches the hint of naphs eye from the bottom of the table and goes “y-yeah” (naph bit him seven times before viktor arrived). or both! you rock

Okay we lost the Viktor's lab part BUT! PT 2 OF THIS. Jayce gets bit by Viktor's were-kid. woop.

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Naph thought that actually, he’d done pretty fucking well, all things considered. After that bloody and blurry month of tearing through everything he could get his teeth on, he’d had a whole month of complete calm. Viktor had picked him up, and he hadn’t had a single lapse or shift since. He was better fed than he’d ever been in his life, happy and comfortable.

Unfortunately, being happy and comfortable meant that when there’d been a form to go on a field trip, Naph had realized that for once in his life he’d...actually be able to go. So he’d asked viktor to sign off.

Without checking the calender.

And then he’d missed the bus.

He’d managed to break back into the Air and Space museum, that was the good news. It was closed and– mostly. Mostly empty.

Footsteps.

Shit.

Naph takes a deep breath, shoving his hands and his lockpicks into his pocket as a man rounds the corner. It’s the– guide from the earlier part of the tour. The retired TV star a couple of the school chaperones had been really excited to see. Naph had seen a couple of his videos in science class. He was lame.

He is looking at Naph without aggression, though, so that’s a good start.

“Uh.” he says. “HI... you. You were with the tour group. What are you doing here?”

“Nothing.” Naph says, nonsensically, and then he catches sight of the moon rising in one of the windows. Shit.

“Sorry.” Naph says.

“What?”

Naph lunges.

____

Viktor had set out as soon as the bus got back without Naph on it, but he knew he was running late. The moon was already well above by the time he got to the museum, biting down a frustrated noise himself. He’s proud to note that the door is already open- That’s my boy- but he’s surprised to see someone else as he walks into the museum.

There is a very familiar face at the information desk, leaning on it, posed as though he’s just....welcoming guests at a normal hour.

“....Jayce.” Viktor says.

Jayce starts, a little. “Viktor.” he says, voice strained. “What are you doing here? You really shouldn’t be here.”

“What are you doing here?” Viktor challenges. This is not good. This is the worst place to run into him-

“I work here.” Jayce says, through his teeth. “I give tours.”

“Cushy retirement job.” Viktor deadpans.

“It’s a sweet gig, yeah. Love the little...kidlets.”

“Oh, now you can stand children.”

“Oh, come on, that’s not–” Jayce winces. “–Fair. I was just too young. I’ve got a girl now, actually.”

“You adopted your child costar, I know.” Viktor says. “Are you so emotionally constipated that your poor little heart is causing you physical pain, or is something...happening back there.”

“– you paid attention to the news about me?”

“Jayce.”

“Right.” Jayce says. “There’s a wolf. Biting my leg. You may want to run.”

“Ah.” Viktor says. “No, that’s my son. Hold still, I need to feed him.”

Jayce stares at Viktor as Viktor gets meat out of his bag. It takes them both a second for it to process, but as Viktor pulls the meat out, they make eye contact, and Viktor grimaces.

“Don’t say it.” Jayce says.

“I may need to tranq you.” Viktor says.

“–Yeah, I can feel it. Make it quick.”

Viktor pulls out a dart gun and shoots him in the neck, and then tosses Naph the meat before he can get any ideas about an unconscious Jayce.

Well, he reflects, as he gets out zipties. The night certainly could have gone worse.

#jayvik #divorce era #jayce talis #jayce giopara #naph league of legends #viktor x jayce #casper's haunted fic tag #werenaph au

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darling-i-read-it · 2 years

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Nero d'Alvola

4x04

Hannibal Lecter x reader x Will Graham

Hannibal Re-Write Series Masterlist (my season 4 version)

Word Count: 2.4k

Warnings: death, murder, detailed description of dead bodies, cannablism, really eleborate crime scene, burned bodies, knives, guns

Author’s Note: the relationship between miriam and will is the one im most excited to flesh out through this season lol so this one was fun for me

Summary: Hannibal makes a call to Freddie. The reader slightly loses her shit some more.

I don’t own these characters. They belong to author/director

(not my gif)

Freddie was closing in but not as fast as she wanted to. She found that Florence had a gorgeous array of suits that she could get and was happy enough to help herself. She knew though that that was not the reason she was there. She was there to find Hannibal before Jack did. It wasn’t an easy task but it was one she was doing, slowly but surely.

If she could just narrow down which of these many buildings housed a murderer, that would be enough.

===

Alana needed to keep her family safe. Staying at her house was going to drive her mad. Sitting on the couch, waiting for something to go wrong. Margot could tell that her wife was growing more antsy by the moment. Something Margot would catch Alana staring out the window defensively, like something was going to jump through the glass and shatter the life she had built for herself.

That’s why Margot suggested they go.

Alana put her cane on the ground as she walked into the clear white room. She would have thought Chilton would have gotten out of the hospital by now but he was far too burned to do that.

“I’m surprised you aren’t dead,” Alana commented as she walked into the room, hair up in a bun, red suit on. Margot walked beside her. It had taken some convincing to get Alana this far away from their son but eventually she caved. She needed to take some of the power back for herself, and have some sort of leverage for when Hannibal eventually showed up.

Chilton looked up at her.

“Oh yes, I’ve been informed that you can’t speak very well,” Alana said, looking down at him. She was pleased to be standing above him. He had always been the slimy kind. She had taken his job after all, they had never been friends.

His skin was still charred. He didn’t even look like himself. She wouldn't be able to recognize him like this from far away.

“Why are you here?” he asked, teeth grinding as he spoke, the words just barely able to escape his thin lips.

“We’ve come to ask you about Will and Y/N Graham. Ask what you knew about where they might be,” Margot said. Chilton’s eyes, veiny white, darted around the room.

“I don’t know,” he told them after some effort. “You had Hannibal,” he said, referring to when Alana had Hannibal under her care.

“And you had Will. Hannibal is slightly predictable but there are other variables at work here that we should take into account.”

“The only person,” Chilton said and it seemed to be taking him a lot of effort to speak. His chest rose and fell a couple of times before he was able to speak again. “That is allowed to hurt them.” Another long pause. “Is Hannibal himself.”

Margot let that mull over in the air for a moment.

“Possessions,” Chilton said.

“They’re his possessions,” Margot breathed and nodded. Like he didn’t quite love them, further than Hannibal could love. They were things he could play with until he got bored of them.

The barbaric idea struck Margot but it did not strike Alana as she held her cane tight in her hand.

===

Will Graham was not an avid lover of the arts. Hannibal knew this when he decided the three of you had to live together. You could grow to love the things he adored, though it may take some time. But Will would always be the fisherman that liked to use 2 in one shampoo and conditioner. Hannibal didn’t think he minded this very often. Just that it was odd, considering his tastes.

But Will had his own beauty.

He was especially beautiful now, with his hand in stabbing someone's last breath out of them. Blood splattered onto his face, his clean curls frazzled.

“Why did you do that?” Hannibal asked, looking down at the awfully rude dinner guest. It was the fourth death at this house and would surely not be the last. It was however, the first death Will did of his own volition.

“Because he was talking too much,” Will spat.

“I really should get rid of these knives,” you muttered, looking down. If Will didn’t know better he would think you were being held hostage here. You were always just slightly too monotone, just a bit uninterested. “You all keep using them to kill people.”

“You do as well,” Hannibal argued.

“On the contrary,” you muttered. “Will killed this one. You killed the first one and the second one. Bedelia was killed by none of us.” Hannibal mulled that over.

“I’ve been taking all the fun, I apologize,” he said. You shook your head. Will thought the expression on your face looked far too much like Bedelia’s. Angry, helpless. “It’s quite alright.” You picked up the napkin that was on your lap. “I want to go and lay down.”

===

Will and you were in bed while Hannibal stayed up just a little bit longer in the gentle glow of the lamp light. His fingers drummed the phone. He didn’t like to use it, considering where he was at.

But he was now contemplating his happy little family.

Things were coming together. Soon, he imagined, you would come back around. You would be rough around the edges and more ruthless but you would be back. Will was already right where Hannibal figured he would be.

He didn’t want this to be ruined by Jack Crawford again.

This solution was temporary, he knew that.

But it was all he could think to do right now. It would buy him the necessary time to move the chess pieces around the board as he saw fit.

He picked up the phone and dialed.

It rang only twice and then Freddie Lounds picked up.

“Hello, Freddie Lounds here.” She sounded just as she had the last time he laid eyes on her. Pestering, quick, squeaky.

“Hello Freddie.”

Her breath caught in her throat.

Freddie was standing in a wine shop, eyes wide. She walked outside briskly and leaned against the store window. She very quickly went to record the call on her phone.

“Hannibal. Are you aware you’re the talk of the town back in America?”

“I had a hunch.”

“Why are you calling me?” she questioned. He looked through the door at the bedroom. He could see only the blanket indents of yours and Will’s feet but they fueled him with confidence.

“I need a favor.”

“Oh? And what do I get in return?”

“You get the scoop of a lifetime Miss Lounds. But only if you lead our friend Jack astray. Do you have a pen?”

===

Alana swished her wine, looking at her wide. She was skittish, though she was acting like she wasn’t. She was trying and failing to stay grounded.

“I could have ended this so long ago,” she mused. Margot was pleased she was talking about it.

“How would you know it would end up here?”

“I should have known,” Alana muttered, more to herself than Margot. “I knew Hannibal. Will and Y/N were my friends. I should have done something the second Jack wanted Will to work for him.”

“You were clearly otherwise indisposed.”

“You promised not to speak about that,” Alana said but she was laughing. Margot shrugged.

“We’ve all made mistakes.” “My mistake was a murderer,” Alana breathed. “And then he kept making mistakes. Mistake after mistake.”

“By that logic it’s also my fault. I knew Hannibal and Will and Y/N. Why should you be the only one at fault?”

“I know what Y/N would say,” Alana said fondly. “She would blame only one person. One man.”

===

When Will’s breath was even you slipped out of bed. Your bare feet padded on the ground to the bathroom. Hannibal had gone to sleep forty five minutes ago and he too was now under. You watched the two of them as they breathed, trying to feel something for them.

You knew you loved both of them. In your mind you knew that.

But the only thing you could feel was hatred for Jack Crawford. Spite. Vengeance.

You put on one of the suits Hannibal had given you and slipped on your boots. You grabbed the kitchen knife and walked down the stairs to the street level. The knife was cool against your side, where you had kept it so you wouldn’t alarm anyone.

You had checked to see what the last FBI plane had arrived and where they were staying.

You hailed a cab and asked it to take you to the hotel. Fancy. Something Bella would have chosen for Jack when she was alive.

The drive was unbearably long, a good thirty minutes. You told the cab driver not to wait and then you were there, so close to Jack Crawford’s final death. You wondered if he would have the scar you gave him. You thought about reopening it, cutting him where he should be cut, where Abigail had been cut twice.

It would be poetic.

It would be deserved.

You walked up to the front desk.

“I’m sorry,” you said, pulling up your old receptionist voice. “My dear Jack Crawford is staying here but didn’t tell me the number. Could you help me?”

“I can’t give you that information ma’am.”

“Oh I know but it’s a date and I want to surprise him.” You leaned over the desk. “Just lookup Crawford for me. Please.”

The receptionist stared at you and your suit. He was clearly too tired to fight with you. He put some words into the computer and shook his head.

“There’s no Jack Crawford here. There’s a Miram Crawford.” He narrowed his eyes on you. You leaned back, straightening your posture.

“Oh. His wife. Awful timing. Can you give me that number?”

“361.”

“You’re a dear.” You slid a sizable amount of cash to him and walked to the elevator. You rode it up to the third floor. You knocked on room 361, standing at the side so that Miriam couldn’t see you through the peephole.

She opened the door slowly and you quickly moved so you were in front of her, pushing her inside the room. She gasped. You knocked her gun out of her hand and held the knife to her stomach, drawing blood through her white t-shirt.

“Miriam, Miriam, Miriam,” you whispered. “What are you doing here? Jack too scared to face me in person?”

She didn’t say anything. You were too impatient to be nice. You jabbed the knife edge a little further. Her eyes went wide.

“I won’t say anything.”

“I know Jack Crawford is here,” you whispered. “Where is he?”

“He’s not here.”

“Where Miriam?” “He isn’t here!” You rolled your eyes and took a step back.

“That was rude of me.” You brushed off your shirt and leaned down, picking up her gun. He leaned against the window, her back to the glass. She was petrified. She had met you before, or maybe she hadn’t, maybe she had just heard of you. What had they called you in the papers when Will was in jail? The Bloody Valentines. “Miriam, where is Jack?”

“I don’t know,” she said, trying to even her breathing but failing. “He doesn’t even know that I’m here. I-I came here to help him but he didn’t want me in the field already.” “I can see why,” you mused. “You aren’t ready to face Hannibal.”

“I could arrest you right now,” she said, voice stiff.

“Without this?” You waved the gun around. “I doubt it.”

“He’s gonna get you,” she promised. “Jack is gonna get you and Will and Hannibal. You’re all bad people.”

“Are you trying to convince yourself or me?”

“You should just turn yourself in. Tell me where Hannibal is.”

“I should. It’s not like you can take him.” You cleared your throat and put the gun down on the table that was between the two of you. “Miriam you’re in way over your head.” “You and Will didn’t start like this. Will was nice.”

“Will killed a man at dinner yesterday,” you told her and her eyes fell. The idea of Will in her head was so heroic and helpful, albeit slightly jittery. Why would he do this? Why would you?

“Jack’s in Florence he just isn’t with you. That’s fine.” You held the knife in your hand and walked up to her. Her breathing got more erratic as you raised the knife. The edge hit the wall just beside her head. She jumped. “Tell him I’m ready for him to face his fears.”

She went to grab the knife to fight you back but you had already left the room. She scrambled for the gun, rushing forward to the door but at the end of the hall the elevator doors were closing with you behind them.

====

“Are you sure Freddie said Hannibal was staying here?” Theadore asked. He looked up at the warehouse. Jack couldn’t shake the feeling that it was eerily similar to the one he had found Miraim in after he thought she was dead.

“Yes,” Jack said, voice monotone. He took out his gun and walked to the front door. He knocked only once. When there was no answer he kicked the door open, Theadore walking behind him inside.

It was a large empty warehouse that smelled vaguely of decomposing corpses. There was a body in the middle of the room against a pillar. Flowers pooling around the floor, a dead blue face with flowers coming out of the severed neck. Several limbs were missing.

Theadore gasped, gagging.

“Bedelia?”

4x05

Hannibal rewrite tag list: @russian-soft-bitch, @llperfectsymmetryll, @ericacactus, @vlightning95, @lov3vivian

#hannibal x reader #hannibal lecter x reader x will graham #hannibal imagines #will graham x reader x hannibal lecter

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omg-imagine · 3 years

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Distraction

Pairing: Johnny Silverhand x female!V

Summary: Johnny distracts V the best way he knows how.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: language, smut (oral + rough sex, choking)

A/N: Please don’t mind the weak plot, this was just an excuse to write p*rn featuring the only character I want to romance in the game but can’t. Also, for the sake of this fic, let’s just say he can touch V and vice versa :)) Hope you enjoy!

V was pissed.

No, she was beyond pissed.

And when V’s beyond pissed, she’s sure to let the whole fucking world know.

“Tone it down, princess,” Johnny cuts in once he’s heard enough of her long-winded rant.

V stops her relentless pacing around the apartment and shoots a menacing glare towards the rocker.

“I warned you not to take that job from the start. Now, look at you, bruised up from head to toe, and cheated out of your eddies.”

“That son of a bitch promised me half the cut,” V recalls bitterly, her chest heaving from the fierce anger spreading all throughout. “I’m gonna make sure Cruz regrets asking me for help.”

The merc stalks off to her stash, muttering low under her breath how she plans on raising hell the next time she crosses paths with him. As V polishes her guns (something she typically does to calm herself), Johnny approaches the small room to the side with the same cocky attitude that would surely piss her off even more.

He can’t help himself at times; he sure does love pushing V’s buttons.

“You done whining or what?”

Rolling her eyes, V turns her head to see Johnny standing there as he takes a drag on his cigarette. Normally, she doesn’t mind him smoking around her, but after an exhausting night where things didn’t work out in her favor, she was quickly reaching her boiling point. “You better clean up all that ash on the floor when you’re done.”

“Since when did you start caring about this shithole of an apartment being neat?” Johnny comments, more so as a tease, and this earns him another scowl. “Don’t waste your energy on Cruz. He’ll get what’s coming to him.”

“Didn’t know you believed in karma,” V adds, narrowing her eyes.

Devilishly, he smirks at her, tossing the cigarette butt to the floor then crushing it with his shoe. “Hon, there’s a lot of things you still don’t know about me.”

“Yeah,” she agrees before brushing past Johnny. “I’m heading out.”

His figure glitches momentarily, reminding V that he was nothing but a ghost residing in her mind, despite how real he feels. Even if she wants to leave this “shithole of an apartment” for some semblance of peace and quiet, she knows Johnny will only follow. He’s tethered to her for what could possibly be the rest of her life.

And yet, no matter how big of an asshole Silverhand was, she’s grown fond of his presence.

Not that she would mention it out loud. Ever.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“Out,” V simply states, wondering what the point in Johnny asking her that question when he could easily find it out for himself was.

It’s truly unfair how he can read her thoughts, but she can’t read any of his.

He chuckles low. “Gon’ pay a joy toy to fuck tonight?”

“No, I’m going out for a drive, distract myself from that shitshow earlier. You better leave me alone.”

“Well, I’m a little insulted,” Johnny snorts, feigning offense. “I thought you liked my company.”

“I’m tired of your company. You never shut that mouth of yours.”

Before V could head to the door, she feels a metal hand encircling her wrist, holding her in place. She glances behind her, meeting Johnny’s deep, dark eyes, which hid a multitude of secrets. It’s been a while since she has felt a touch that wasn’t full of malice. Though his palm is cold from the material it’s made out of, a distinct heat spreads through her body—

It was a familiar warmth, one that radiates from V at his mere touch.

And when Johnny’s lips curl into a shit-eating grin, she knows that he has sensed it too.

“Shut my mouth? I think I can do something else much better than that.”

Johnny’s gravelly voice fuels the desire burning deep within V as he pulls her closer, her feet moving at their own accord. “God, I wish you came with an off-switch.”

“Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this little game we’ve been playing.”

V doesn’t respond, her pulse quickening with anticipation. She lets out a shuddering moan when Johnny leans in, his hot breath grazing her silky skin before his lips crash against hers, possessively. He floods V’s senses all at once as he hungrily kisses her, letting him take the reins.

It would be a lie for V to say she’s never pictured a moment like this. A moment where she finally succumbs to Johnny’s charm and allows him to lay claim on her. It’s always been a constant dance between the two, a chemistry disguised as indifference, a craving left unspoken. Amidst the degrading insults and the snarky attitudes, deep down, they have always wanted the same thing—

To fuck each other’s brains out.

“Still tired of my company, V?”

“Just shut the fuck up for once and take off your pants.”

The grin on his face hasn’t disappeared. It only grows broader. “Ask, and you shall receive.”

Johnny roughly grabs V at the waist, his fingers curling underneath the hem of her shirt as he pushes her towards the bed. His mouth latches onto her neck, no doubt marking her for all of Night City to see.

They fell onto the mattress without finesse, similar to how V kisses Johnny feverishly, all tongue and teeth. Void of tenderness and only driven by the urgency of lust. She was too distracted by her want to care for the taste of tobacco from his last smoke. The hands traveling every inch of V’s frame lights up a fire in her, bringing a high that no drug on the black market could ever do.

Surprisingly, Johnny allows her to take the lead for a bit when she straddles him, his hardening cock pressing up against her aching cunt. She gages his reaction as she grinds on his clothed erection, a wicked smile forming to the sight of him being teased.

“You like that, huh? Fuck, I can’t wait to have you inside of me.” She feels herself growing wetter and wetter, losing patience just as swiftly as the man under her.

Without warning, Johnny flips them both over, the length of his body now pressed against hers from above. He wastes no time peeling V’s shirt and bra off, pausing for the briefest of seconds to admire her bare breasts. His cybernetic hand squeezes one soft mound as his lips descend on the other. She moans, and they were pure music to his ears, sounds that were so beautiful he could write endless songs about them.

“J-Johnny,” V stutters out his name, unable to contain herself anymore. She doesn’t remember the last time someone has quickly reduced her into a mess, and desperately she wanted, needed more.

The way his name trembles from her mouth drives Johnny into a frenzy, simpering at the fact he really hasn’t done much yet, but it was enough to leave V quivering. She looks too sinful beneath Johnny, too delectable. He’s well-aware of how long she’s gone without sex, and he’s now bent on ending that sad streak of hers.

Hastily, Johnny removes V’s pants and underwear in one quick go, his gaze devouring her beauty like a starved man staring at his meal. “Wow, you’re fucking drenched down there.”

“Fuck,” she gasps, one hand reaching forward to grip at his lengthy locks as soon as he delves in to taste her dripping nectar for the first time.

“You enjoying yourself there, baby?” Johnny’s inquiry needs no response. He could already tell she is solely by the way her eyes flutter shut, her head lolling to the side.

One lick. Two licks. Three. He surely knew how to work that deft tongue of his.

Johnny’s cock continues to throb in the confines of his trousers as his lips encircle V’s swollen bud, but he doesn’t end there. She wants more, and he’s willing to give her just that.

More.

V squirms when two chrome fingers enter her heat, stretching out her walls to prepare her for the serious pounding coming up. She’s lost in the sensations, unable to form a coherent thought or word. Johnny’s tempo was slow at first; tantalizing, nearly torturous. But once he starts moving faster, pumping even harder and reaching that sweet, sweet spot of hers, she begins to pant wildly as she fucks herself on his hand to get more friction.

“Holy shit, you’re a goddess,” he croaks after pulling back to study the needy woman looking back at him through half-lidded eyes. V is tight around his fingers, and he could only imagine how it would be like with his cock buried deep inside her instead.

Each rough stroke of Johnny’s digits against her wet walls brought V closer and closer to the brink of orgasm, her moans increasing in both volume and frequency. He urges her to let go, whispering into her ear how he wants to see and feel her coming. The gruffness in his tone turned her on even more, and V soon finds herself falling over the precipice, flushing hot with euphoria as Johnny watches, awestruck.

Satisfied, he beams at his work, which was only half of what he intends to do this evening. Being gracious, Johnny gives V an ample minute to recover, using the downtime to wipe the glistening wetness coating his beard before tasting the juices he’s collected.

Delicious, he thinks. She tastes as good as she looks.

V eventually comes back to her senses, propping herself up on her elbows as she gazes at Johnny with an almost dazed expression. “Perhaps the rumors are actually true.”

“Which one?” Silverhand asks, ridding himself of his clothes at the foot of her bed.

V pauses prior to answering, the sound of metal clinking filling the air as he unbuckles his belt, stripping off his leather pants afterwards.

“That you’re the best pussy eater in town,” she then reveals, glancing up briefly to see the smug look on his face before her gaze falls to his groin again.

Of course, Johnny chooses to go commando, and no, she wasn’t shocked at all.

Silently, she marvels at the dick nestled in a thick bush of dark hair. Girthy and long with a slight curve upwards, the thought of it being inside her, barely fitting, made her mouth water. He wasn’t lying when he casually mentioned having an impressive cock.

It definitely did not disappoint.

“Oh sweetheart, that was nothing,” Johnny declares before climbing back on top of V, settling in between her legs. “The main act is just beginning.”

She doesn’t wait for Johnny to kiss her. In an instant, V’s lips were on his, her tongue pushing into his mouth, faintly tasting herself at the same time. Meanwhile, Johnny grips the base of his leaking cock, rubbing its engorged head against her slick folds that had her breathing heavily. V cants her hips impatiently, and through their kiss, he chuckles at her eagerness.

“So desperate for my cock, aren’t you?” Johnny husks mockingly. “How badly do you want me, slut? I wanna hear you say it.”

A moan escapes her throat at his words as he rubs his tip against her clit. V wants him so, so bad that she’s begging incessantly, something she never does in any of her past fucks. Usually, she was in complete control, never the one to relinquish her power.

Maybe that was the reason why V was utterly drunk with pleasure from this steamy session with Johnny. It’s good not to be in control for once.

“Shit, Johnny. Please, just fuck me already. Fill me up,” V pleads, now helpless at this point. She has to come again, this time around his cock. She repeats her keening over and over again, hoping that it was enough to feed into Johnny’s ego and finally show her mercy.

“Well, since you asked so nicely…”

Tugging at his cock, Johnny forces V’s legs to spread wider as she waits for him, mesmerized. Her pussy was soaked from his ministrations, but when he starts pushing into V, the burning stretch of her walls trying to accommodate his thick length leaves her in tears.

Those tears, however, weren’t entirely from the pain. V was also shedding tears because of how full Johnny makes her feel.

“Fucking hell, V,” he groans as she clamps down on him. “You’re so fucking tight. Damn, why didn’t we do this sooner?”

“We were too busy pretending to hate each other,” V replies, digging her nails into Johnny’s back when he begins to move.

His thrusts are slow but rough— as if he’s getting accustomed to the wondrous feeling of being inside of V. It doesn’t last long, though. Johnny has always been a hard and fast kind of guy, the one that does two or three more rounds before passing out. He’s bragged about his amazing stamina as well, and despite V believing she could match it, she probably won’t be able to tonight.

Not when he’s fucking her into the mattress like this for their very first time together.

Johnny’s brutal pace doesn’t falter. He pounds into V harder, faster, rougher; as if his life depends on it, the obscene sounds of flesh slapping against flesh bouncing off every corner of the room. His slick pre-come mixes with her honeyed essence, allowing him to seamlessly reach the depths of her center. Sweat drips down the side of his face as he maneuvers his mechanical hand to wrap around V’s delicate neck, adding pressure when she doesn’t resist.

“That’s it, baby,” Johnny growls next to her ear, rolling his hips as he squeezes her throat tighter. “You’re making me feel so good. I’ve always known you were a dirty whore.”

V’s gasping and thrashing, but she doesn’t want him to stop. She loves the rush of blood through her head far too much, especially with Johnny slamming harshly into her. It gives her a thrill she has never experienced with anyone else. Pretty sure he’s ruining her for others.

But whether this was part of his intentions or not, V doesn’t know. Nor she cares enough to figure it out.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl for me, V. Look at you, taking all of my cock like the fucking slut you are. You’ve wanted this for a while, haven’t you? You practically dream about me every night, and don’t you deny it.”

She doesn’t. Johnny was right, though it doesn’t really matter at this very second. His hold on V loosens for her to speak, and she inhales as much air her lungs could possibly take. She could feel it again, the ultimate high she’s been chasing once more. Johnny’s shaft dragging against her pulsing walls brings her even closer to it, building up the pleasure rising in the pit of her stomach.

“I-I’m close,” V warns, the pressure inside her threatening to break free. “Shit, Johnny, I’m gonna come soon.”

Johnny’s hips jerked harder, causing V to cry out. “Yeah? You’re gonna come? Don’t worry, I’m gonna make sure you come on my cock.”

Halting, he drapes her left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to slide in deeper than he has before. Johnny then pushes his metallic thumb into V’s mouth, and without prompt, she swirls her tongue around it, coating it with her saliva. Not missing a beat, his movement resumes, all bruising and all punishing. He brings his wetted finger on her sensitive pearl, stroking it as if he’s playing his guitar on stage.

The change in angle proves to be the final straw for V, who’s litany of high-pitch moans spurs Johnny to fuck her even more forcefully. Again and again, she takes everything he gives her, and in turn, she encourages him to follow her into the abyss. Her pussy caresses his cock with every frantic push and pull, and she notices how he’s gradually picking up speed, losing his rhythm in the process.

“Your cunt belongs to mine now,” Johnny mutters, gritting his teeth, and it’s becoming clear to V that he’s holding back just for her. “Come on, V. Let go, let go for me.”

Lust-blown eyes lock with V’s own, wordlessly urging her one last time to come undone. Several sharp thrusts later, she finds herself clenching around Johnny’s cock, her orgasm shooting through her like a rain of bullets. Unabashedly, V shouts as her vision whitens, intense waves of ecstasy washing over her shaking body. She’s too absorbed in bliss to realize right away that Johnny was still in her, dick hard and ready for a similar release.

Once she finds her bearings, V grinds her hips against Johnny’s, and immediately, his nails dig into her as he begins to move inside her yet again.

“Don’t stop, Johnny,” she purrs, watching him fuck her with both fast and long strokes. “I want you to cum deep inside me, baby. Shit, I want it so badly. Please, give it to me. Please…”

With a strained moan, Johnny suddenly climaxes, snarling as he shoots searing ropes of his thick, creamy cum into V, painting her inner walls with white. His features contort with pleasure as he throws his head back, his breathing shallow and ragged. When his heart rate returns somewhat back to normal, he slowly pulls his softening cock out, smirking at the sight of his load dripping out of her.

Afterwards, he flops down beside V with a huff, joining her as she stares blankly up at the ceiling. Johnny clears his throat as he shifts closer to V, who instinctively rests her head on his chest. His cyber arm curls around her, and she sighs deeply, seemingly content.

“How about that for a fucking distraction?” He says, recalling how the two of them got here in the place. “Don’t even have to go on a ride to clear your mind. Feel free to ride me instead.”

V laughs at his jest. “It was a great fuck, the best one I’ve ever had if I’m honest. But I’m still going after Cruz.”

Johnny hums in response, seeing V’s weary eyes growing heavier. “Fine, but just to let you know, what happened between us isn’t a one-time thing.”

“Fuck, I hope not. You’re stuck with me till the end of the world, buddy.”

“It’s a good thing you have an amazing pussy then.”

V smacks him lightly as exhaustion begins to take over. Sure, she was still pissed she didn’t get her eddies, but at least now she knows the prick named Johnny Silverhand was surprisingly a cuddler.

And that piece of information was worth gold.

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